#and you owe them jack with a side of shit

[bagopucks]

J. Hughes - Blackouts

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Jack Hughes x Reader

Requested✨ (as a comment in a previous post)

@lolihaveaproblem

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning(s): None!

Not proofread!

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“This is so stupid!”

“Well if you hadn’t blown all your money, you wouldn’t be losing this bad.”

“Jack, you idiot.”

“I don’t wanna play this any more. You guys cheated.”

It’s all Ive heard all evening. When the boys at the lake house asked me to oversee monopoly, I did not think it would be this hectic. Or heated. It was Monopoly.

To be fair though, I did learn quite a bit about the Hughes and their friends.

Quinn was silently competitive, and I had definitely seen him slipping Luke some money here and there under the coffee table. I only let it slide because I was rooting for the youngest brother. I learned Cole was incredibly good with his money. Maybe a little stingy, but he was definitely a saver. Trevor didn’t give two shits. He was playing just for the hell of it, spending here and there and everywhere, but still managing to stay out of debt or bankruptcy, and Luke just seemed to have a natural knack for the game.

My beloved Jack was trying to do Trevor’s method, but luck was not on his side. He was owing people money he did not have. He was all over the place. He was a financial nightmare. I kept it in mind in case of the day you both get married. Any conjoined bank accounts would certainly have a pin or password he would not know.

“It’s a little late to quit now. Might as well stay in.” Quinn tried to reason.

“With my one property? Hell no.” Jack quickly stood up from the floor. I was not the only person who winced at the crack in his back. “Trevor can have it.”

Trevor, who somehow seemed to be the richest and luckiest.

“Oh fuck yes!” I giggled at Trevor’s excitement.

I would say I had more fun overseeing monopoly than Risk. When the boys decided to play that, I had to take headache medication due to all the yelling. They took that strategy game quite seriously. Again, except for Trevor. Who had a weird obsession with Australia, and overpopulated it with his troops.. and somehow ended up winning the game after two days of on and off playing.

There had been a lot of F-bombs there. A lot of negotiations. A lot of snack breaks. The second time it was brought out to play, halfway through day three, one of the boys got so tense they flipped the board.

The NATO of hockey players did not enjoy that.

Sometimes I played board games with them, but other times I really did enjoy watching them bicker and argue.

Throw Throw Burrito was another I enjoyed to watch. From a safe distance. Considering the main concept of the game was to throw foam burritos at one another. Some of the welts those boys left the table with amazed me. But I hadn’t laughed harder than the time Trevor got hit in between the legs. The speed with which everybody scattered, was highly amusing.

They didn’t play board games often at the lake house, but seeing as we were in the midst of a three hour power outage, and phones were on their last percentages, everybody was desperately looking for something to do.

“Babe, come on.” Jack mumbled, ever the sore loser. I looked up at him from the couch, his face illuminated by the many candles we had burning. Fucking scented candles that had the house smelling like too many things at once.

“I don’t know, Jack. Last time I left a board game unmonitored the whole thing was flipped.” I commented. I knew what I was doing, and as soon as the words left my mouth, the uprising of displeasure from that memory came in the form of new arguments and accusations about who it was that had flipped their poor game of Risk. Jack chuckled softly. I swiftly climbed over the arm of the couch, seeing as boys were sitting at the foot of it all gathered about the coffee table.

“They’re never gonna get over that.” Jack mumbled as he grabbed my hand. I was swift to snatch up one of the candles before he led me down the hall to his room.

“Not my problem. I still have my money on Cole.” I whispered in response. We both snickered softly, and I winced at the sound of another outburst. Trevor yelling about money missing. Looks like they caught Quinn and all his laundering.

“So, Rowdy,” I began with a playful smile as we wandered down the hall. “What’s on the agenda for tonight?”

“I don’t know. There’s gotta be something in this house to do.” Jack shrugged. I smiled at his cluelessness.

Once we got back into his room, I pushed the door shut behind myself. I opened his blinds and watched the rain pelt the windows, gently biting my bottom lip. Jack swiftly snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my body.

“Watch out baby,” I whispered, holding the candle out.

“Sorry.” Jack’s mumbled apology made me smile.

“Come on, Jack-O.” I tried to make my way to his tall dresser, but seeing as he wasn’t letting go, we both waddled our way over together. I set the candle down on top of the safe area, slowly turning in his arms to get a good look at Jack’s face.

“You think my mom and dad are okay?” His question caught me off guard.

“I have a strong feeling they’re more than fine.” I assured him, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “Probably having a more peaceful night than we are.” I added playfully, just in time to hear another shout and a loud bang. I winced. Somebody was beating the table now.

As much as I claimed to hate the noise, the silence in the lake house was often worse than that. Especially in the evenings. I got so used to the noise that the silence began to feel eerie. Like something was incredibly wrong.

“Can’t do movies, not enough phone power to play games. Not enough light to read.” I mumbled thoughtfully. “I have hair dye in the bathroom.”

Jack seemed to really consider the idea before shaking his head.

“Okay. Makeovers?”

He shrugged.

“Wanna watch me try on lingerie?” He lit up like a kid on Christmas. It was a cruel joke, but alas, I had no lingerie to try on, and I was not going to resort to seduction at a time like this. Not when something could go worse with the weather. The last thing I wanted to do was be huddled up in the basement with my boyfriend and his brothers and friends, in a less than appropriate outfit.

“Sorry for the false hope,” I apologized with a smile. Jack groaned.

“I’ll play mini sticks with you.” I finally offered, and Jack shrugged before deciding that was good enough.

“I’ll go get ‘em.” He was out of his room and back within a minute, two tiny little plastic nets in hand, a ball, and two sticks. I giggled softly. Even in the off season, we couldn’t escape hockey.

By the foot of his bed, Jack set up one net on one side of the room, and a net on the other. We quickly got situated on the floor before Jack slid a stick in my direction. I felt incredibly silly, but anything to pass the time at this point.

“You know the rules?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Same as normal hockey.” I checked. Jack smiled at me before he tossed the foam ball in my direction.

“Loser has to eat the melted nasty ice cream on the counter.” Jack made the condition. I grimaced. How disgusting. But once I agreed, we faced off, and our game began.

I could not say I was surprised near the end of the game, when we took an ‘intermission’ and I found I had holes in my leggings. Jack and I had played quite an aggressive game of knee hockey. Despite the fact that he tried to enforce penalties, he quickly gave up when I reasoned that he couldn’t be in charge of them. Especially when he kept grabbing the back of my shirt to keep me from getting too close to his goal.

The Hughes brothers were always cheating to win in some kind of minor game.

We’d laughed and yelled, pushed each other over and played with no mercy. But it was 9-9, and I seriously did not want to eat the warm ice cream. I figured if Jack had cheated, then I could play dirty too. So when I had the foam ball in my own possession, I rushed Jack, who was trying to play defense in the middle of the floor.

We made eye contact at the last second when I moved my stick into both hands -acting as though I planned to cross check him- and pressed my weight against his chest, shoving him onto the floor and effectively pinning him down.

Jack broke into a fit of laughter as I climbed on top of him.

“That’s a penalty,” he tried. I laughed and shook my head.

“Your mom is.”

I was swift to tap the puck into his net with my stick.

“And I win.” Jack was still laughing at the ‘your mom’ joke when he actually registered his loss. The poor brunette craned his neck to see the goal, his expression dropping with realization.

“What? You cheated!”

I leaned forward while he was busy complaining.

“You’ve been cheating since we started this game. I’d just accept my loss and get ready to eat shitty ice cream, Hughes.” I was quick to kiss him before I stood up, dropping my stick on his chest for effect.

“I want a rematch!”

“Can’t, Jacky. I’m retired.” I’d certainly give him hell about this moment for the rest of our lives.

“Bullshit. One more game.” Jack finally sat up, staring up at me as he held my stick out.

“I can’t, buddy. Not pulling a Tom Brady. I’m retired, end of story.”

“This sucks.”

“Aww it’s okay. How’s about you just come to bed and we can cuddle for a bit instead of the ice cream.” Jack eyed me cautiously, seemingly trying to decide if it was another joke or not.

“I’m not making you eat warm ice cream, Jack.” My tone took on a much more serious sound before I held my hands out to him. “Just come lay with me.” He let me help him get up from the floor, dropping his own stick and nodding.

“Can’t believe you thought I was cruel enough to make you eat that,” I teased.

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#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #jack hughes #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #hughes brothers #cole caufield

[laundrybiscuits]

written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt: 'pool' | wc: 442 | rated: G | cw: mild alcohol use (and cussing I guess? do we warn for PG-13 language?)

“Get in on this, Steve,” Robin says directly into his ear, way too loud. She’s had most of a Long Island iced tea; her face is bright pink.

“In on what,” Steve says, shoving at her.

“Nancy thinks Eddie’s gonna strike out again, but I believe in tru-u-ue lo-o-ove,” she warbles, clinging to his arm like a tipsy limpet. “So we’re betting. Five bucks. Who’re you siding with.”

It’s not like Steve hadn’t noticed Eddie talking to some guy, he'd just thought—

He swats at her again, futilely. “Yeah, I’m sure some random asshole at a dive bar is his true love.”

“Please, that’s probably Eddie's idea of a metalhead fairytale. They’re gonna make scuzzy little musician babies.”

“Do we have to talk about the birds and the bees, Robin?” He glances over at Nancy, listing against Jonathan’s side. Steve fights the urge to push Robin away again, but he shifts uncomfortably. The four of them probably look like interlopers here—tourists.

Nancy’s not flushed like Robin, but she looks a little looser than she’s let herself be in a while. It’s nice.

She’s smiling as she watches Eddie and the random asshole. “Eddie’s not doing too badly this time. Guess there’s someone for everyone.”

“Don't bias Steve,” whines Robin. “I want his money.”

“I’m not gonna bet, this is stupid,” says Steve. “It’s shitty to start a betting pool on Eddie’s—love life, or whatever.”

“They’re just having fun, man,” says Jonathan. “We all just want Eddie to be happy.”

“Sure. Some random asshole’s gonna make him happy.” Steve leans back against the bar, folding his arms.

“Steve.” Robin’s staring at him. “Oh my god, Steve. Wait. Steve.”

He winces.

“Steve,” she says. “Do you—”

“No. Shut up,” says Steve.

Jonathan glances from Steve to Robin to Eddie, and back to Steve. “Oh, shit,” he says. “Dude. Uh. Not to like, betray any confidences, but. You should tell him.”

“Wait, what?” Steve blinks. The jack and coke he's been nursing might be hitting. “You mean…”

Robin shoves him hard enough that he almost overbalances. “Go get your man! Team True Love!” She’s not even trying to be quiet. Across the bar, Eddie jumps a little and turns to stare back at them.

Steve’s face warms. He waves, like a loser, and Eddie’s expression goes from confused to something else. Something new.

Eddie touches the random asshole’s arm, but whatever he says makes the guy laugh and fuck off, so that's okay.

As Steve pushes away from the bar and starts to walk towards Eddie's growing smile, he hears Nancy saying, “I think this means you owe me,” while Robin shrieks, “Oh, like hell—”

#steddiemicroficjuly #steddiemicrofic #I wasn't planning to participate but I had an hour to kill at a random train station #god I hate posting from the app. but I guess that's what's happening. #I'll fix the formatting tonight probably maybe idk

[theynchapter]

❝ JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE ❞ boyfriend!choi yeonjun.

A/N … special dt @tatanbin here bc u read this piece the first time it was posted as a wip and left extremely generous feedback 😭 and i am forever grateful <3

you and your boyfriend were walking down the street one winter evening when you felt a sudden chill brush past your face.

you quivered as you shook your head from the unanticipated breeze. “god it’s cold. i feel jack frost nipping at my nose.”

“um, no.” yeonjun puffs a heavy breath out of his mouth, the winter fog making an icy cloud out of his demeanor. “i find that phrase quite offensive, actually.”

you laugh a little. “and why is that?”

“it shouldn't be jack frost nipping at your nose. it should be me.” yeonjun emits a low growl comically similar to a guard dog, pretending to bite at your face just a few centimeters away. “your boyfriend. me.”

you laugh even harder, and that made your boyfriend frown even more.

“what’s so funny?”

“christ, jjunie,” you sigh delightedly as you rub a hand through your face in bare attempt to keep it warm. “it's just an expression.”

“an offensive one.”

“jack frost isn't even real.”

“how do you know?” the silver-haired challenges, eyebrows raised in triumph. “why do you think we have winter here?”

“uh, the tilt of the earth's axis?”

“wow.” yeonjun clicked his tongue as he shook his head in a teasingly solemn manner. “now you're just pushing it.”

neither of you happen to realize you've already stopped walking until you hear the wicked giggles of three children, hiding behind the bench that was barely a few feet away. lost, you tilt your head to the side as their's tilted up in salute to what was above waiting for you both. oh.

oh.

a pair of evergreen leaves aligned by a small cluster of three red berries. what perfect timing.

the man beside you let out what was nearly an inaudible gasp before snickering and looking away. after a minute of shared laughter, he then diverted his attention to the kids to stick out his tongue at them playfully.

“run along now children, things like these are a bit too graphic for your age!” and then it was your turn to gasp as you pushed your boyfriend out of reach.

yeonjun laughed pridefully before grabbing ahold of your waist and pulling you close. his wide grin soon tamed into a smaller tight-lipped smile but that made no utter difference to the amount of love his eyes had it in for you. his forehead pressed against yours once he leaned overwhelmingly near, eyes fluttered shut and that was your cue to do so as well—

“OW!” you yelp, grabbing your now reddening nose. “yeonjun, what the hell!”

“oops.” your boyfriend now wore that shit-eating smirk of an accomplishment (the one you want to punch off his face really bad), leaned against the outer brick wall as he mindlessly picks at his nails. he then chuckles at your bewildered state before pecking the tip of your nose in the form of an unspoken apology.

“i didn’t bite too hard, did i, snowflake?”

#yeonjun is so jack frost-coded u guys how do i explain it #he is just so. #anyway i hope u all had a happy holiday ^_^ #txt x reader #txt imagines #yeonjun x reader #txt #choi yeonjun #txt drabbles #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun drabbles #yeonjun fluff #tomorrow x together #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #kai kamal huening #hueningkai #yeonjun oneshot #kpop drabbles #txt fluff #txt au #kpop imagines #choi yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #txt headcanons #txt scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #kpop reader insert

[missdreamshade]

Jack-In-The-Box

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Genre: yandere au, monster/demon au, imaginary friend au

Summary: Your parents invite you to come take one last look at all your childhood belongings. Little did you know one held a sinister monster that you released from it’s prison - and his eyes are set on you.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: yandere content, dark content, blood, mentions of gore, death, vomit, profanity, please read at your own risk

“Pumpkin!” Your mom exclaimed the second you stepped foot out of the car. She came running off the porch of your childhood home, engulfing your frame in an overbearingly tight hug, “It's been too long, you need to start coming to visit more often.”

A smile stretched across your lips as you returned her hug, pulling away a brief moment later.

Your mother took your hand in hers, leading you inside. For a split second, her warm gaze flashed down to your bare arm, turning cold. Something solemn swirled in her eyes as she fixated on the scar you had since a young child.

You never knew how it showed up, neither did your parents, but shortly after your eighth birthday, a mark resembling awfully close to an ‘H’ appeared on the inside of your wrist.

“Everything’s,” the woman trailed off for a moment before quickly recollecting herself, “Everything is down the basement. Take anything you want and we’ll donate the rest.”

The basement wreaked of musk and mildew like an old farmhouse. It took more than a few minutes to get used to, but in the meantime, you ignored the pungent smell and headed over towards the boxes in the corner.

It was heartbreaking to have to say goodbye to the home you grew up in, but your parents wanted to downsize their space since it was only the two of them - and you couldn’t blame them for that.

The only downside was not all memories could make it to their new house.

Pulling open the first box, a childish type warmth blossomed in your chest. Sitting on the very top was the teddy bear you grew up with, or Sir. Honey as you called him. The rest of the box was filled with various other toys and a few crayon drawings.

Taking Sir. Honey out of the box, you set him to your left - your keep pile - before digging your hand into the box to pull out something else.

As you rummaged through the cluster paper and plastic, something sharp stabbed into your finger.

“Ow! Shit!”

Your hand immediately retracted as a pained hiss rolled off your tongue. A droplet of blood already formed from the wound and you instinctively flicked your wrist to minimize the sharp sting.

Peering inside the box, face formed into a scowl, you found a thumbtack facing straight up.

Why was there-

“Are you really going to take that box home with you? Isn’t that a children’s toy?” Your brother’s voice echoed throughout the silence of the basement.

A sigh exhaled from your chest. Of course, your younger, much more annoying, brother would be here.

“What are you talking about? We are supposed to…” Your eyes followed his, causing your voice to fade to quiet. Somehow sitting beside you was a blue and yellow toy box.

It wasn’t there when you first got down here, and you couldn’t remember taking it out along with your stuffed bear.

“Weren’t you, like, obsessed with that thing growing up?”

You pulled the toy closer to you, a soft chuckle vibrating your chest, “Yeah, I think I was.”

Upon a closer inspection, you noticed a fresh drop of blood splattered on the top - which must’ve been from flailing your wrist just seconds before. Wiping it away without another care, you set it back down.

Jack-in-the-Box.

It was your absolute favourite toy growing up.

The reason as to why remained foggy in your memory, but you could remember bringing it everywhere with you.

School. Sleep overs. Grandparents.

It didn’t matter because it never left your side.

“You were convinced your imaginary friend lived in there apparently,” your younger brother snickered, walking over to his own boxes of memorabilia, “Don’t you remember? It was kinda creepy. I would hear you talking to it all the time.”

“Really? None of that rings a bell,” Your lips pursed while you contemplated what your brother said.

“How is everything going-”

Your mother trotted down the steps, the same sweet smile on her face before her eyes narrowed in on the same blue and yellow box your brother noticed.

And instantly, her expression fell.

Her reaction seemed odd. Out of place.

Unlike her.

“You’re not keeping that, are you?” Her voice sounded uneasy, but the second you shook your head, she springed back to normal.

“No, I don’t have anywhere to keep it-”

“And you have somewhere to keep Sir. Honey,” your brother interjected, his voice laced with mockery and judgement.

Quickly, you reached back back into your box, grabbing onto a different plushie before chucking it in his direction, warning him to shut his mouth already.

A wave of satisfaction only washed through you once it slammed into his back.

“Like I said,” you continued, shooting a glare at your brother, “No, I think it should go to donate.”

“Alright, sweetheart… Then why don’t I take it and put it with the rest of the donated stuff for you?”

There was something indifferent in her tone of voice, like she held some kind of hidden ulterior motive.

Although, you shrugged your shoulders and handed it up to her. It didn’t matter what she did with it. You didn’t need it anymore anyway.

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Your keys clanged together as they landed on the hard oak table.

“God,” you mumbled, kicking off your shoes before your arms stretched far above your head.

The drive home was unbelievably exhausting. As much as you adored visiting your family, the threw hour drive between your city and their’s was too much all in one day.

You should’ve just stayed the night like they suggested.

Shifting your eyes towards the clock on the stove, you expected to read the time you managed to stumble through the door. However, 00:00 flashed repeatedly in it’s place.

The rickety floorboards of your apartment creaked under your weight as you inched further into the kitchen. Perhaps, there was a power outage while you were gone.

There! Perfectly logical explanation; no need to be suspicious.

Yet, you couldn’t help the iron-tight ball that was tightening in your gut. It was an ominous type feeling, eerie and dreadful.

Shattering the overpowering silence, the small cellphone in your back pocket began ringing. After pulling it out, a sigh of relief released from your lungs - it was only your mother.

“Hi, pumpkin,” her voice sounded on the other side of the line, “Did you make it home safe?”

Adoration swelled in your chest at her undying concern. Tiredness was evident in her tone, although, you couldn’t help but to smile.

Did she really have to stay up this late just to make sure you got home okay?

Your coat slipped off your shoulders before being hung up on the hook on the wall.

“Of course, mom. I just walked through the-”

As you turned around to the small hallway leading to your bedroom, every muscle in your body froze in place. A gasp shooting out cut you off mid-sentence. Sitting in the middle of the floor, like it was meticulously placed there, was your favourite childhood toy.

Or what used to be.

The one you donated just earlier today.

Sir. Honey slipped through your fingers, falling to the floor.

“Is everything okay? Hello? Y/n?”

A chill dug it’s claws in, crawling it’s way up your spine. Something wasn’t sitting right right. The odd gut feeling you had the second you walked in the building only seemed to magnify. The energy in the room completely shifted, becoming thick, nearly suffocating.

“Mom...” Your voice wavered as you spoke, “Is B/n still at home?”

There was still a chance that this was simply some prank. Maybe, your brother beat you here and was doing this just to scare you. It seemed far fetched, but your younger brother never made any sense to you in the first place.

“He left about an hour ago. Why? Sweetheart, is there something wrong?”

At her words, your heart plummeted to the depths of your stomach. You swore you gave the toy away. No, you were sure of it. You handed it off to your mother with your own bare hands.

There was no explanation as to how it was here. In the middle of your hallway, nonetheless.

“Yeah... Yeah, everything’s okay. Uh, I-I have to go now,” You dragged your hand down your face, ignoring the way the clamminess of your palm, “I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise. I love you. Bye.”

Hardly waiting to hear her response, you ended the call. Finally tearing your eyes away from the small blue and yellow box, you turned to set your phone on a nearby stand, but almost immediately, the blood coursing through your veins turned to ice.

As if it was waiting for you to turn away, music began playing from the box. What used to be a joyful, happy tune that filled your childhood full of fond memories - now felt haunting.

Threatening.

You sucked in the shakiest breath of air before slowly turning on your heel to face the seemingly harmless toy.

Like it was straight out of a Hollywood horror movie, the handle rotated on it’s own. Turning round and round.

“I-Is there someone here? Come on, this isn’t funny,” you called out to the empty apartment, straining your voice to sound braver than how you felt.

As soon as the words rolled off your tongue, the music box stopped, cutting off half way through the song. Everything in the apartment stilled. Even the traffic outside sounded like it came to a stop completely.

The handle stopped moving all together, as if you were hallucinating it this whole time.

Seconds of dead silence stretched on, feeling like an eternity.

But out of your peripheral, swift movement caught your attention. Switching your gaze from the toy box up to your bedroom doorway, a scream lodged from your throat.

A tall, black outline of a man stood only a few feet away. His head was cocked slightly to the side, and from what you could make out, he had some kind of hat on with two bunny-ear-like shapes coming from the sides.

Instantly, your survival instincts kicked in and your feet moved long before your brain registered you were heading for the door. However, you nearly fell flat on your ass from having to skid to an abrupt stop.

The same black figure from behind you was now coming around the kitchen corner - in front of you.

You let out another terrified shriek, hoping the neighbours could hear your distressing calls. Looking back over your shoulder, the figure was somehow still there. Although, this time, he was much, much closer.

There wasn’t much time at all to comprehend what was happening, and your path to escaping was narrowed down far too much for your liking, leaving you nowhere else to run to except your bathroom.

And you did just that.

The door slammed shut almost with enough force to send it flying off the hinges. Before whatever was chasing you could push their way in, you turned the lock on the doorknob.

“Get out, right now! I’m calling the police!” Your voice treamored, but the threat was still confidently there. Somehow you managed to be better than most other heroines in horror films like these, by keeping your phone fused to your hand.

Underneath the bathroom door, shadows of the man’s feet creeped in from under the door.

“Come out and play, Y/n.”

Breath hitched in the back of your throat at the voice. Contrary to the shadows size and build, it sounded like an innocent little boy. One you disturbingly recognized.

“I-I said go away!”

You backed into the furthest corner of the bathroom, keeping your eyes glued to the door, dialling the emergency response number with nothing but muscle memory.

“I said come out and play with me,” the voice dropped in octaves, sounding less innocent, less human, “Don’t make me say it again.”

The words were followed by a series of booming knocks, rattling the door.

To your dismay, the phone pressed against your ear only kept ringing. Never going to voicemail, yet no one picked up.

Since when did the police ignore…

The doorknob beginning to twist and jiggle stole your attention away from the neverending ringing. Your eyes widened in pure horror as you witnessed the lock turning on it’s own, but before you could try and stop it, the door flew open, ricocheting off the bathroom wall with a bang. When it came bouncing back like it was made of rubber, your mouth fell agape at the giant hole it left behind in the plaster.

Despite your raw, aching throat, yet another scream squeezed past your lips. This time, tears welled in your eyes, spilling over and down your cheeks. Your body shook worse than a leaf as you stayed huddled in the safety of your corner.

Though, in reality, you knew you were far from safe.

“W-What do you want from me? Why are you here?” Any courage you once had melted away like snow surrounded by scorching flames.

The man finally walked into the light, turning from a black shadow to… human. Dark circles ringed around his eyes, making him seem both grim and like he hadn’t rested for years.

“Is this how you greet your friends, sunshine? Don’t you recognize me?” His voice was smooth, dangerously chipper, almost charismatic if it wasn’t for the malevolent edge to it.

You shook your head, the ability to use your voice suddenly flying out the window.

Did this psychopath really think you’d know him?

“Tsk, tsk,” With each click of his tongue, he took one step closer, caging you in, “That’s disappointing. I’ve waited all these years for you, Y/n, and you can’t even remember me? I guess you were pretty young the last time we saw each other.”

“H-How… How do you know m-my name? Who are you?”

A smirk curved up on his lips, tugging at one corner.

The sick freak seemed to be lavishing in your fear.

“Does the name Hobi ring any bells?”

You began to frantically shake your head, stirring up a headache - or whiplash - from the force, before slowly trailing to a stop.

Hobi…

Suddenly, a single image raced through your mind. It was you, playing in your bedroom with him. A florally pink tea set sat in the middle of the two of you. He wore the same bunny-like hat that seemed to have disappeared from him now.

“Y-You're… You’re-” You struggled to formulate the words, “But, how… It’s not-”

It wasn’t possible. It simply wasn’t. This man couldn’t be your long lost friend. He was a figment of your imagination for fuck sakes.

“Ding, ding, ding,” your imaginary friend taunted, finally coming to a stop directly in front of you before lowering down to your level, “Although, I’d rather be called Hoseok from now on. Hobi is pretty childish, don’t you think?”

A choked sob failed to stay down, and more tears streamed down your face as you shook your head from side to side again.

This had to be a dream. There was no way this was-

Hoseok’s hand shot out towards your arm, and a yelp bounced off the bathroom walls as his fingers pinched your skin.

“See? It’s not a dream,” he flashed a crooked grin as if he could understand your thoughts clear as day.

Hoseok cocked his head to the side, running his eyes from the very tips of your hair and down your body to your toes. There was something almost lustful - with a hint of morbid fascination - about his wandering stare.

“How is this possible?” You breathed, trying to recoil away from him as much as possible, “You aren’t real, you can’t be.”

A boisterous chuckle erupted from the man’s chest, raising the hairs on your arms. It sounded like something straight out of a nightmare.

The type of laugh you’d hear while running for your life.

“Oh, I’m very much real, and you were the one who let me out, sunshine.”

Let him out?

Hoseok’s hand that had dropped back to his side suddenly moved to your legs that stayed securely pulled to your chest. With the same smirk plastered on his face, his fingers traced up and down your bare skin.

“So soft,” he murmured, almost in a trance.

“You’re crazy... Let out? That doesn’t make any sense. A-And why are you staring at me like that?”

His eyes snapped up from your legs, darkening, loosing any colour to his iris - as if you insulted him by interrupting his fixation.

The quick change to his eyes stole any air from your lungs. No human could do that. No one’s eyes could switch from a chocolate brown to charcoal black in less than a second.

This man, whoever he was, wasn’t human.

The rough caress on your skin ceased, and in a flash some of your hair was twirling around his finger.

“You see, all I needed all these years was a drop of virgin blood,” he spoke before lowering his tone down to a whisper, leaning in ever so slightly, so his lips were hovering near your ear, “I have to say, it was a nice surprise finding out you waited this long for me. I felt like I was going crazy inside that box thinking about someone else touching what was mine.”

His? Did he really think you were-

“Of course, I do,” Hoseok’s chest vibrated with a hair raising chuckle while pulling away.

His fingers looped around your wrist, lifting it to show you the obscure ‘H’ that showed up when you were less than ten years old.

“Do you really think you got this by accident?”

Nothing about this situation made sense, yet the gravity of being cornered by a psychopath, sociopath, still weighed down on your shoulders. Hanging on to your last shred of courage, you sprang up from your spot, using every ounce of your strength to knock him to the side.

Without skipping a beat, you left him behind in the bathroom and dashed out of your apartment.

However, no matter how fast you fled, you didn’t miss the animalistic growl that sounded from the man - monster - whatever he was.

“Help! Someone help me!”

You ran down the hall before stopping at a random door, pounding your palms against the wood.

“Please, please, someone help!”

“No one’s going to help you,” Hoseok sang, calmly striding from the doorway of your apartment. Despite being many, many feet away, his voice sounded loud enough to be right inside your head, “And there’s nowhere you can run where I won’t find you.”

No one was answering your desperate pleas for help.

Not the person who lived on the other side of this door.

Not anyone from the neighbouring apartments.

Only the same eerie stillness consumed the entire floor.

“Fuck!” Before Hoseok could get any closer, you high-tailed it towards the main staircase, scurrying down the steps as fast as you could. You jumped over some, skipping others, but as you rounded the first landing, you crashed into something solid.

“Just give in to me. I told you already, there’s nowhere you can run.”

Hoseok’s eyes intently watched your frame as you stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the railing just in time.

“S-Stay away from me!” As much as you wanted it to sound like a strong demand, your voice cracked with fear. It felt like there was nowhere else to run. Whichever direction you picked, he always managed to be there.

But there had to be somewhere else, one last way out of here-

A lightbulb flickered on in your mind.

The basement.

There was an emergency exit through there.

“I really wouldn’t do that if I were you, sunshine. It’ll be a big mistake.”

It was becoming more and more apparent how inhuman Hoseok really was. Appearing and disappearing. Being in two different places at once. Answering your thoughts as they rolled in.

Although, his words meant nothing to you, they hardly even registered. You sprinted back up the stairs and headed for the emergency stairwell. This time, Hoseok didn’t seem to follow.

The taste of sweet freedom was hanging on the tip of your tongue.

The basement metal door burst open as you pushed through it, but a scream pierced through the air before your legs had the chance to stop. Standing between you and the last exit left was everyone in your apartment building.

Their bodies laying mangled and lifeless, all carelessly thrown into one giant, rotting pile.

Every last one of them.

“You really shouldn’t have come down here. I did try to warn you.”

Hoseok’s voice sounded all throughout the basement, bouncing off every corner. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from until debris crunching under his boots could be heard stalking up behind you.

The iron smell of blood filled the air, turning it stale.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the horrifying sight. Everyone who lived in this building, all aside from you, were laying there. Covered in blood. Eyes still wide in, frozen in terror.

There was the family right next door that you’d occasionally babysit for. Even the sweet old lady from the first floor who’d share her homemade baking with anyone who’d give her the time of day.

“No, no,” you heaved, waterworks erupting and endlessly streaming down your cheeks, “W-Why? Why did you do this?”

“They only would’ve got in our way,” Hoseok whispered, as his arms snaked around your waist, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to behave yourself and not get them involved.”

This couldn’t be real. This just couldn’t be.

His body felt frozen against yours, like a walking corpse had engulfed your frame in an embrace.

“What… What do you want?”

Despair flooded in like a broken dam. There was no doubt to left that Hoseok wasn’t human. He may have the skin of a sheep, but underneath was a savage wolf.

“You.”

The simple three-letter word sounded so possessive, so dark, growling from the depths of his throat.

“I thought it would be obvious by now. I want you. I did all of this because of you.”

Any composure you had left cracked, shattering like frail glass. You broke down into heavy sobs, nearly collapsing if it wasn’t for the monster supporting your weight.

Goosebumps spread like wildfire as Hoseok skimmed his nose up your neck, towards your cheek drenched in salty tears.

“Shh,” he hushed in a pathetic, half-assed, attempt at soothing your cries, before his tongue ran across your skin, tasting your tears, “God, you look so pretty when you cry, but it’s useless now, sunshine. They’re never coming back.”

It didn’t take long for the smell and adrenaline to get to you. Hunching over, all the contents of your stomach emptied onto the concrete floor, leaving you breathless and shaking.

“Oh, you poor thing…” One hand made it way to your head - petting you.

The world around you started spinning, faster and faster as if you were stuck in vertigo. Black splotches filled your vision, and after one last whisper from Hoseok, you collapsed into him.

“You’re finally mine, after all this time.”

• • •

#dark bts #bts demon au #bts yandere au #yandere!bts #yandere bts #yandere!hoseok #yandere hoseok #yandere hoseok x reader #hoseok x reader #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fic #kpop yandere au #kpop yandere #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #bts #jhope #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #rm #min yoongi #park jimin #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung

[libraryofloveletters]

Made For You

Jack Grealish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: soft boyfriend jack, cheesy matching pjs, jacks's horrible driving, mini fashion show.

Word Count: 723

Author's Note: this is my bookie pookieeeeee fr, y'all better eat this one - it's so jack.

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His favourite time of the year; when you suggested the idea of matching pjs, Jack was all over it. 

Your cheek pressed into the soft cotton of Jack's shorts, one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other used to hold his phone and scroll through what you could only assume was Instagram.

This was a typical afternoon for you two, unwinding on the couch in comfortable silence.

The TV played quietly in the background, the holiday movie you had put on for background noise was on commercial and there's an ad running for holiday pyjamas. The parents and their kids sat in front of the fireplace and then it switched to a couple on Christmas morning.

"Those are sure," you mumble and Jack looks down at you, phone off to the side. "What'd you say, love?"

"The pyjamas," you nodded towards the tv, "aren't they cute? We should do that."

Jack sits up a bit straighter, causing you to slip off your pillow - his thigh. His phone is back in his hand, a few quick passes of his finger over the screen before he hands it to you.

There's a few options already open for pjs, matching ones that is. The classic black and red flannel pants with red tops, a set with the grinch on the black pants and a green top that says hate hate hate, I'm staying home!, another set with what looked like Christmas lights printed on the legs and sleeves with some sort of Santa's workshop on the front of the shirt. The last set has little reindeers on the shirt while the pants have snowflakes along it.

"That was fast." You rested your head on your boyfriend's thigh again, looking up at him. He hums, taking his phone back. "I was gonna get us some as a surprise but since you know now, you can help me pick."

"I like all of them, but the reindeer one is my favourite - oh and the grinch one."

Jack smiles, "I figured that one would be your favourite."

You nod, turning your attention back to the tv but Jack stands, causing your head to drop flat into the couch cushions. "Ow?" You looked at him, confused as to what's going on.

"Sorry baby," Jack grabs your hands, pulling you up. You're beyond lost, unsure as to why your boyfriend has pulled you up. "What's going on?"

"We're going to get the pyjamas."

"Now?"

"Yeah," he nods, car keys already in hand as he walks out the front door. "God okay, wait for me!" You shout, locking the door and running after him.

It's a miracle you even made it there; you had asked Jack to let you drive but he insisted that he was fine to drive, training wasn't even that difficult today - and yet, you nearly ran into the curb like 12 times.

Jack carried the basket, following you around the store as you picked out the sets you liked, the same ones that Jack had shown you. You sorted through the sizes, tossed them at Jack, the man watching in amusement as you navigated the hectic store in all its holiday glory - to be fair, it was his fault for waiting until 3 days to Christmas to do his pyjama shopping.

Once again, Jack drives home and you're just counting down the minutes until you arrive home - you loved your boyfriend but he couldn't drive for shit.

Jack insists you try on the pyjamas for him, doing a little fashion show. He goes as far as finding a soundtrack for you; settling on bad romance by Lady Gaga.

It was mostly the two of you giggling and dancing around the living room until you ended up on the couch. You huffed, your head on his shoulder.

"These are soft," you put your hand on his face, Jack's hand rubbing along the sleeve of your shirt.

"So soft," he says, the words muffled under the palm of your hand.

"Movie night?" You sit up, walking to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

Jack nods. "Let me change," he runs off to the bedroom before meeting you back on the couch. He was now wearing the matching set to your grinch one, coincidently you two settled on watching the grinch again, for the millionth time this season.

"Love you," you whispered, head on his shoulder.

Jack's arm draped over your thighs, patting it softly. "Love you."

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #jack grealish x reader #jack grealish #jack grealish x you #jack grealish x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb

[we-are-inevitable]

you asked for restaurant au requests so!! restaurant au javid?? and if there is a sauce-related incident i'd appreciate it?? (no pressure though!) - @pigeonwit

OHHH!! absolutely.

edit after writing: this got out of hand. i love them so so much.

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“Corner!”

That’s all the warning David gets before a body rounds the corner and rams straight into his own. He sees it first, a curly mop of blonde hair, a high-pitched yell, a tray flying out of hands— all too suddenly, David is splayed on his back on the kitchen floor, and all too suddenly, his white shirt is soaked in something chunky and wet.

Racer immediately kneels down next to him, eyes wide as one of the big pans they use to cook up all of the fries. “David! Oh, shit! Man, are you okay?”

“I— Yeah, I’m fine. Get me up,” David says, but as soon as he sits up, there’s a distinct pain in the middle of his back. He winces, and that must be noticeable, because Racer instantly starts asking questions.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, just—“

“No, you’re hurt, aren’t you? Fuck, I am so sorry, I didn’t know you were right there, I’m sorry—“

With a sigh, David grabs onto Racer’s shoulder, slowly pushing himself up to a standing position despite the blossoming feeling of ow currently pulsating through his body. “Kid, you’re okay, okay? You’re fine,” David says through gritted teeth.

Everyone in the kitchen is looking at them by now. David slowly turns to give them all a glance, noticing that something is missing— and just at that moment, Jack walks into the kitchen, smelling like cigarette smoke masked by a high-end cologne.

Jack stops just before the mess on the floor, taking it in with wide eyes, and he quickly looks up and makes eye contact with David. “What the hell happened?”

David sees the nervous look on Racer’s face, so he concedes and says, “It’s my fault. I was leaving and ran into Racer, I fell down and dropped the food. I’ll clean it up.”

“Clean yourself up first,” Jack comments, gesturing to David’s shirt, smeared with all sorts of colors: red and green salsa, garlic aioli, ranch and ketchup— a menagerie of condiments for a menagerie of burgers. “You didn’t get hurt when you fell, did’ja?”

“No, I—“

“He fucked up his back,” Race says from the side, and David gives him a nudge with his elbow. “He’s movin’ slow and it looked like he hurt when he sat up.”

Jack takes the information in, and gestures to the dishwasher. “I’ll give you a ten if you clean this up,” he says, gesturing to the pocket his wallet resides in, and the dishwasher responds with a curt nod. Turning to his linecooks, Jack nods to them as well. “Keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Rush isn’t startin’ for another twenty minutes, I’ll be back in ten at the most. Got it?”

“On it,” Specs pipes up, not even looking away from the task at hand.

With that done, David watches as Jack reaches out, then sighs at the feeling of Jack’s hand on his shoulder. They walk slowly to the manager’s office- a larger room off to the side of the kitchen, with a couple of comfy chairs and a place for staff to eat their food.

“Don’t bother Charlie with this, please,” David says, head lolling just enough to look at Jack. “I’m fine, really.”

Jack clicks his tongue a few times, then pulls out his keyring and unlocks the door. “Charlie ain’t here,” He murmurs, pushing the door open and leading Davey inside, only to lock the door behind them. “He’s runnin’ up to the bank. Register’s almost outta change for customers.”

“Ohhh, okay, makes sense,” David nods, then takes in a deep breath. “So… can I go, if he’s not here? I have tables I need to check on.”

“They can wait. Your health is more important than a table,” Jack says like it’s the easiest thing to understand, and Davey wants to agree, but he never knows. A few good tips could be the difference between eating and not.

But he doesn’t bother arguing with Jack, because that’s never gotten him anywhere in the past.

Jack, after rummaging around in a locker for a moment, comes back to Davey with a clean- albeit wrinkled- white shirt. He sets it down on Charlie’s desk, and walks back to David, and suddenly, there’s a tenderness in his eyes that wasn’t there before— a carefully concealed care. Jack cups his cheek, and leans up to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

With that, Jack makes gentle work of untucking David’s shirt, working the buttons open until he can push the fabric off of his shoulders.

David gulps, and says, “I wish you were undressing me in a different circumstance right now.”

That quip gets a grin in response, Jack looking up at him with bright eyes. “Turn around, you dumbass.” And who is David not to comply? He turns, feeling Jack’s hands on his back. “Hm… It looks a little red,” He mumbles. “You sure you feel okay?”

David hesitates, then nods. “Yeah, I just… I guess I’m taking it slow today,” he murmurs. “If it gets worse, I’ll call out tomorrow. Racer owes me a covered shift anyway, I’ll talk to him if I need to.”

“If you’re sure,” Jack says softly, kissing the back of David’s neck. He then gently turns David around in his arms, running a hand through his hair. “Make sure you let me know if you need to go home, okay? I got a lotta sway over Char.”

David just grins and leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jack’s lips. “I’d rather go home with you,” He says softly, then sighs, grabbing the shirt off of Charlie’s desk. “I need to go check on my tables. I’d love to stay in here and have you all over me, but…”

Jack rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t all over you. I was makin’ sure you weren’t hurt,” He defends, though his smile is more than telling.

With a shake of his head, Davey finishes buttoning his new shirt, tucking it into his belt. It’s a little loose on him- it’s likely Jack’s- but he rolls the sleeves up and smiles in Jack’s direction. “Thank you, ahuví,” David says, and gives Jack one last kiss on the lips before they both walk towards the door.

“Ready to hate each other again?” Jack asks, and David squeezes his hand three times. They both walk out, discarding the dirty shirt into one of the trashcans in the kitchen, and David walks back to the front of house with a new smile on his face.

#this is so. RAHHHH i love them #thank u for the request pidge!! #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies #livesies #newsies musical #ask a jac ! #racetrack higgins #specs newsies #newsies fic #newsies fanfic #newsies broadway #newsies live #west endsies #newsies uk

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Fall In Love With A Girl

❝she'll make you feel like the world is on your shoulder.❞

Summary: What can go wrong, will go wrong. That is until you meet the most beautiful woman you've ever seen and her brother's puppy.

Pairing: Modern Helaena Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: ~3.3k

Author’s Note: This is a re-write of an old fic of mine. I'm in my re-writing era and this is Megan's Version. I felt like this would be the perfect time to remind everyone that I love women.

Warnings: language, fluff, women loving women (if you are against this unfollow me?)

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always; you’ll never get used to those abuse cases or having to hold someone’s hand as they say goodbye to their beloved pet. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because both dogs and cats shed a lot! Especially Bella the Saint Bernard who was due for her yearly check up today. Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because it’s more likely than not that you’ll end up getting peed on by someone’s over-excited pup.

Even though you knew these rules by heart and you followed them every single day of your work life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell, Hankie, peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara. So, when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing hoping to find some cat food.

Today just wasn’t your day.

It was fifteen minutes until closing time, and you could feel the excitement and exhaustion in your bones. You were desperate for rest, to go home and take a shower, crawl in bed and watch terribly written romantic comedies on Netflix until you passed out. If only you could snap your fingers and make those last few minutes fly by, but that was impossible and unfortunately manipulating time wasn’t a superpower you had acquired yet, so instead you swept and mopped the floors for the sixth time that day.

And that was when you heard it. 

The tiny bell over the door chimed, signaling that a customer had just walked in and you could hear the pitter-patter of doggie feet on the linoleum floors. As far as you knew, there weren’t any more customers scheduled for the day; the last appointment was over thirty minutes ago and they were a no-show. From your spot in the back hallway, you could hear your coworker, talking to the patient and before you knew it, she was charging through the back door. You took one look at her, knowing what her question would be before she even opened her mouth. That shit-eating-grin was always plastered on her face when she wanted something. 

“No,” you said as you swept the dirt into the dustpan.

“Come on, bestie,” she whined. “I really need to get out of here on time tonight! It’s just a simple check-up and she seems really nice! Please will you take them?” 

Not wanting to argue or cause an issue, you sighed, exhaling every ounce of oxygen in your lungs before finally giving in. She was practically beaming with excitement as your shoulders slumped, eyes rolling back as you sat the broom down. 

“Oh, my God! Thank you so much! I owe you, big time,” she went to hug you but you stepped to the side, avoiding her embrace at all costs. 

You simply nod at your coworker as you try to dust some of the cat hairs from your scrubs. It was no use, and you knew that, but still, you at least tried to look more professional. After the day you’ve had, you should have known that clocking out on time was just too good to be true, but you still put a smile on your face as you walked up to the front desk. One day you’d cash in on all of the times she owed you for, but today wasn’t that day. Everything that could have gone wrong today had already gone wrong, and at this point you were only giving in to her for the plot. What else could possibly happen? 

When you got to the front desk, you looked over the counter to see the customer on one knee as she played with the tiny puppy; rubbing its belly and tickling its sides. 

“How can I help you?” You asked with that fake customer service voice.

The young woman turned around and looked up at you, flashing one of the most brilliant smiles you had ever seen, and you could have sworn that a chorus of angels were singing in the background– or maybe it was just the classical music on the radio that your boss liked to play, who knows? She was absolutely stunning though, with her pale blonde hair and striking lavender eyes. 

“Hey, uh- I had an appointment for this little guy,” she replied with a soft smile as she moved to stand.

“Okay,” you nodded, trying to remember to breathe. You could smell her perfume as she took a step up to the counter. “What’s this little guy’s name?” 

“His name is Sunfyre.”

“Oh,” you realized that this was that no-show appointment that should have been here thirty minutes ago. It was then that you looked right past her good looks and lilac scented perfume and let the irritation settle back in. “You’re Mr. Targaryen? You had an appointment with us at 5:00.”

The woman rubbed a hand on the back of her neck and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Not Mr. Targaryen, that’s my brother. I’m Helaena,” then she lets out a sigh. “He’s out of town and forgot to mention that I needed to be here until ten minutes before I was supposed to be here and then there was traffic, and I’m really sorry that I’m late. I hope I can still get him in, I mean, if that’s okay. If it’s too late then I’ll just make another appointment, I guess”

Your eyes widened as she rambled on and then you smiled at her. If it were anyone else, you probably would have told them to make another appointment and kick rocks. But this girl was just so gorgeous and her smile was just so beautiful, and your hopes of getting home on time were already sacked, so you led her back to the exam room and told her that it was no problem.

“Hopefully this doesn’t take too long,” she mentioned as she picked Sunfyre up and sat him on the table. 

Wait, was she actually rushing you?

“I’ve got this stupid thing I’m supposed to go to tonight,” she continued as you checked the puppy’s weight.

She really was rushing you.

“It’s a blind date that Aegon, uh-”

Before she could say ‘Mr. Targaryen’, you nodded your head to let her know that you understood who she was talking about. 

“Yeah,” Helaena kept on, not really caring that you weren’t really listening. “He set it up and I’m just nervous. I’ve never really been on a date- well, I’ve been on dates, but never a blind one. With the way this day has been going, he’ll probably end up being an alien with six eyes.”

“I know how you feel,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Oh, I just agreed with you,” you replied, not really wanting to go into details about your day with a girl who was about to go on a blind date and probably fall in love with someone that wasn’t the vet tech with a piss stain on her leg. Besides, her blind date was with a man which meant your chances were pretty much shot. “About the way this day has been going.”

“You’ve had a bad day, too?”

“I’m going to let Dr. Strong know you’re ready and we’ll try to get you out of here as soon as possible,” you say, ignoring her question. 

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” she replied as you shuffled out of the exam room.

Your boss looked up at you from his desk and raised his eyebrows underneath his glasses. You said nothing and only dropped the puppy’s chart on his desk with a thud, before turning back around and heading into the back hallway. You could hear that Helaena girl sweet talking the pup from behind the door and your expression softened for a moment. But that was only until you glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past closing time, and you should’ve been walking through your front door right now; maneuvering out of your bra and kicking off your non-slip, worn out tennis shoes. Your frown came right back as you looked over the front desk, making sure everything was in order before your boss eventually called you in for an extra hand. 

You sighed as you saw that your coworker had bailed on stamping the outgoing bill statements, a job which was tedious and tiring, and usually ended in cramped hands and sticky fingertips. With a soft groan, you sat down, flexing your toes in your shoes and tried to quickly stamp as many envelopes as you could.

“Hey, kiddo,” Dr. Strong called from somewhere within the office. “Can you lend me a hand for a moment?”

You stood up and tossed the envelopes in the mailing bin before heading towards the back hallway. 

“What’s up, doc?” You asked with a forced grin as you tried to lighten the mood. Your boss, Harwin, had been under constant stress ever since his partner veterinarian, Dr. Tully, quit the practice to focus on his family. 

“Can you draw me up 1cc of Nobivac?” He asked as he scribbled something down in the chart in front of him. “And I’m going to need you in the room when I administer it, there’s a note in the little guy’s chart that says he’s not very good with shots.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied as you pulled the keys to the medical cabinet out of the front pocket of your scrubs.

Helaena smiled at you when you entered the exam room once again. The puppy in her hands jumped in your direction, tail wagging from side to side as he whined for attention. “I think he likes you,” the girl commented as she tried to hold the puppy back. 

“That’s nice,” you replied with a soft smile, not really wanting to make small talk with Ms. I-Have-A-Blind-Date-Can-You-Hurry-Up. “But he’s probably not going to like me very much after getting poked.”

“Probably not,” Helaena laughed. You couldn’t help but feel a little light-headed at the sight of her smile, despite your tough facade. The sound of her laugh was just as attractive, if not more so. “But who knows, maybe he’ll forgive you.”

Dr. Strong stepped into the room, cutting your conversation short to begin his own spiel; informing Sunfyre’s short term owner of the possible side effects of the rabies vaccine, and also why it is important to have one. Information that, hopefully, Helaena would pass on to the absent Mr. Targaryen.

While your boss prepped the puppy for his first rabies shot, your job was to try and distract the little guy as much as possible and to keep him comfortable, of course. Helaena stood off to the side, letting the two of you work your magic, and within seconds- without even so much as a yelp- the procedure was finished and Sunfyre’s tail was still wagging. 

“All done,” you cooed, placing a kiss on the puppy’s wet nose. 

“Looks like he still likes you,” Helaena said as she hooked Sunfyre’s leash back to his collar. “I had a feeling he would.”

You went to say something, but Dr. Strong got there first, sticking his hand out to Helaena for a handshake and saying, “It was nice to meet you. Please tell Mr. Targaryan that we look forward to seeing him at the next visit, which you can coordinate at the front desk.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”

“You can follow me, this way,” you told her, ushering her and Sunfyre out of the exam room and into the lobby. “That’ll be $115,” you told her after tallying up the total sum of the visit. 

She let out a low whistle and pulled her wallet from her back pocket, “is there any way to leave a tip for your excellent customer service?”

You let out a dry laugh, and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something that would get you in trouble. “While I appreciate the offer, you should probably save it for your date tonight.” 

“Date?” She asked as she signed the credit card receipt. “Shit, right, my date!” She exclaimed, thrusting the tiny piece of paper your way. “I gotta go!”

You made a face and hurriedly handed her a copy of the bill and a rabies tag for Sunfyre. 

“Good luck,” you told her as she rushed out the front door. “And you're welcome,” you said with a frown after she didn’t even say ‘thank you’. 

Happy that your day was finally over, you couldn’t help but feel like you had just been kicked in the gut. As you finished stamping the monthly statements, your mind was stuck on what Helaena and her blind date– who may or may not be an alien with six eyes– were doing right now. Was he smart? Was he making her laugh? Did he appreciate how absolutely breathtaking her smile was? Did she see him and immediately know that he was the one she had been searching for? Did time stop?

“Hey,” you heard Dr. Strong’s voice from behind you and realized that you had been standing in the same spot for minutes now, holding a stack of envelopes that you had meant to drop into the bin. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied as you came back to reality.

“Don’t forget you’re fostering Nugget tonight to make sure that he doesn’t pull out his stitches,” he told you before disappearing back into the hallway. 

“Ah, yes, Nugget,” you replied, mostly to yourself, as you were sure your boss was out of earshot. “The overweight Chihuahua who looks like he ate one, too many nuggets. I couldn’t be more excited.”

After you locked up and had Nugget on a leash, you said your goodbyes to your boss; happy as ever that- even though it was well after dark- you were finally going home. You picked the chunky Chihuahua up, making sure not to touch his freshly removed manhood and placed him in the backseat, where he quickly made a home. Before you even pulled your seatbelt on, you pulled your hair out of its ponytail and ran your fingers over your tender scalp. It was the first step to comfort after what you were sure was the worst days you might have ever had. You’d take your shoes off if you could,, but you were sure there was some crazy law about driving barefoot, so you left them on.

Nugget stayed quiet for most of the way, until he unexpectedly started to whine. Thinking that he might need to go potty, you pulled over into the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. He hopped out of your backseat gingerly, and led you over to the grassy area where he proceeded to squat and relieve himself. 

“Fancy meeting you here,” you heard from across the parking lot and turned to see none other than Mrs. Blind Date herself, Helaena. Just when you thought this day was starting to get better, she began walking toward you with Sunfyre in tow.

“Oh, hi,” you replied, cautiously looking around for the hot shot that would inevitably be introduced as her date. You didn’t want to ask, but curiosity got the best of you and, “how was your date?”

“Well, I was supposed to meet him here and he never showed,” she replied, looking a bit dejected. “I’m honestly not surprised at all. I mean, if you knew my brother, you probably wouldn’t be surprised either. Besides, what else should one expect from a man?” You laughed at that. “I was just about to leave, but then I saw you, and figured I’d say hello.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling again at her rambling, unable to help yourself when you heard that there was no date, and that this extremely attractive stranger was somehow still single. “Well, hello.”

Helaena smiled brightly before taking notice of Nugget, who was shaking at the thought of being petted by someone new, and dropped down to a knee so that she could reach him. “Who’s this little chunker?”

“This is Nugget,” you replied. “I’m fostering him for the night.”

“Fitting name,” she laughed, standing back to her regular height. “So, can I buy you an ice cream? I don’t think I said thanks before I ran out of your office earlier and I’d like to make it up to you.”

“Sure,” you replied quickly before you gave yourself a chance to say no. “I mean, yeah, that would be nice.”

Helaena smiled as you fell in step with each other, making your way to the front of the booth. Sunfyre and Nugget were playing with each other; romping around and playing together; putting you and Helaena into a few awkward positions as you had to unwrap their leashes from around each other’s legs. You learned that she was an artist, mostly oil paintings and photography, who lived on the quiet side of the city with Aegon, her brother. And you told her all about your bad day, and what it was like working in a veterinary office, and some of your funny stories from college. 

Before you could even eat three bites of your ice cream, Nugget had coerced you into giving him most of it; which probably wasn’t what his actual owners intended for him to eat after his surgery. Helaena didn’t mind that the ice cream she had bought for you went to satisfying a fat Chihuahua’s sweet tooth, especially not when most of her own ice cream was being lapped up by little Sunfyre.

“Well, I should get home,” you told her after seeing the neon ‘open’ sign of the parlor shut off. “It’s getting late.” 

She nodded, standing up from the bench that you had been sitting on, “It was really nice running into you.”

“I agree,” you replied with a smile. 

“If you’d like to, maybe I can take you to dinner next?” She asked as she nervously ran a hand through her hair. You blinked a few times, wondering if you had heard her correctly or if it was your mind playing tricks on you. “You don’t have to.”

“I’d like to go to dinner with you,” you told her quickly and honestly. 

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I mean, that’s cool.”

“Should we?” You asked, taking out your phone to swap numbers and she laughed.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

You repeated the numbers twice to make sure she typed in the right ones, and after an awkward hug that seemed like it was almost a kiss on the cheek, you and Nugget happily walked back to your car. As soon as the driver’s side door was shut, you let out a joyous squeal and did a small dance in your seat. Your phone vibrated from the cup holder as you shifted into gear. You picked it up quickly and swiped at the screen until an unsaved number popped up on your screen. Your heart soared at the message that could only have been from one person.

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That was the best blind date ever! ;)

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Anonymous Request: For concept night - trimming Jacks beard for the first time and he's guiding you through it maybe reader is concentrating and Jack scares them by saying ow or something, kinda cliche but classic

“Will you please hold still?” You had the hair clippers in your hand, less than an inch from Jack’s face, but he wouldn’t stop fidgeting. Every time you cut the tiniest hair off, he would stop you so he could look in the mirror and make sure it was even. “Sorry baby, but this beard is part of what makes the ladies so crazy about me.” He gave you a smirk as you rolled your eyes. “Great, let’s cut it all off then.” You revved the clippers, making Jack jump up from his seat. “Nope that’s it.” He tried to grab the clippers from you.

“Will you just sit down so I can continue?” You let out a huff as he sat back down. He grabbed your wrist to guide you. “Ok, we’re just shaping it up. I like how long it is.” You narrowed your eyes, so you had a better view and began cutting. You had gotten the line straight, both sides looking even and approved by Jack when you turned around to change to a shorter guard. You were a bit nervous about having to cut so close to Jack’s skin around his neck, and your shaking hand was giving you away. “It’s fine, baby, you can do it.” You held your breath as you lined up his beard, stepping back to admire your work before continuing. You turned your hand to get the right angle as you approached his jawline. “Ow!” Jack’s shout made you jump. You put the clippers down immediately, clamping your hands to your mouth as Jack winced in pain. “Oh my god, Jack, are you okay? Did I get you?” He pulled his hand away, a smile on his face. “No, I’m just messin’ with ya, mama.” He laughed, but you didn’t find it funny at all. “Jackman Harlow! You scared the shit out of me. I’m gonna shave your head in your sleep!” Jack ran out of the bathroom before you could catch up to him.

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[harlowsbby]

How about having to miss the first couple of shows in Europe and it’s hard on Jack and everyone else because he gets cranky without you. Finally getting to a show and he doesn’t even want to wait around before getting you by yourself. Smut?

Missin U

Jack was missing you and it wasn’t hard to notice his shift in energy and mood. You had to miss a few of the Europe shows due to work and family related problems but now that everything’s been cleared up you were finally about to fly out to London and spend the rest of the summer with Jack.

“Jack you can’t just lay around and complain all damn day come on get up we gotta do soundcheck.” Neelam had enough of Jack sulking around and complaining about missing you she understood that this was the longest the two of you have been apart from each-other but him getting cranky and catching attitudes wasn’t gonna slide with her anymore.

“Have you heard from Y/N? It’s been like… an hour since she last texted me back and now I’m getting worried and she turned off her location she never does that.” It was true you never did that but you were surprising Jack and Urban suggested turning off your location would be best since Jack is always checking it to make sure you’re safe and at home.

“Maybe she got tired of you nagging and bugging her over little shit.” Neelam mumbled under her breath.

“What was that Neelam? I didn’t really hear you well.” Jack said sarcastically which honestly caught you off guard because he doesn’t ever act like this. You were hiding behind the curtain where Urban told you to stand just listening to Neelam and Jack bickering between each other.

“I said maybe she got tired of you bugging and texting her almost every hour of the damn day.” Neelam barked back making Urban and Druski snicker at the two of them.

“Fight, fight, fight.” Druski yelled while Urban leaned back in his chair lightening his blunt and watching the two of them argue.

“She isn’t sick of me she could never get sick of me maybe she’s sick of you.” Jack sassed back making you roll your eyes and smile.

“Wow that’s how you talk to your manger more like your mother figure I’m honestly disappointed.” Jack’s head swung to the side once he recognized your voice his frown instantly turned into a smile.

“Baby I missed your ass so much you have no idea.” He smiled and picked you up swinging you around making you squeal and hit his back softly.

“Put me down Jack I’m too heavy put me down before I throw up.” He laughed and placed you back on the ground his blue eyes sparkling with happinesses.

“You have no idea how bad I missed you baby being away from you for so long wasn’t good for my mental health.” Rolling your eyes you pushed his back softly.

“Mhm well I think you owe Neelam and everyone else an apology for being so cranky and needy all the time.”

“I’ll apologize after this.” He grabbed your face and smashed his lips onto yours you smiled before melting into the kiss God did you miss this. Jack’s hands traveled down your back sending goosebumps through your body before grabbing your ass, you moaned and pushed onto his chest softly trying to get him off you since you were still around everyone but this man loved his pda.

“Jack.. let go.” You mumbled he grinned and pulled back not before giving your ass a good slap or two.

“Please we know you missed Y/N but let’s not make a child in the middle of soundcheck.” Urban said while shaking his head making you all laugh. You smiled up at Jack and he grinned reaching down and pecking your lips.

“I missed you so much baby.”

“I missed you too Jack.”

( I don’t really do smut like that anymore so I hope you like this. )

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[creme-delacreme]

hey baby can you write something where jack is obsessed with readers boobs cuz they’re always so soft and warm so sometimes he’ll wake up and they’ll be on opposite sides of the bed and then he sees her breasts and just snuggles in them idk something cute and funny

boobies

The two of you were cuddled up in bed. Jack wanted to be the little spoon of course. He likes to use that excuse to lay his head on your chest. “Mm. You’re so comfy mama.” Jack mumbles, trying to burying his face more into your boobs. The action causes you to laugh. Jack just rolls his eyes and sticks his head completely under your(his) shirt. Now his head lays on your bare chest, his hair tickling you. Jacks hand trails up your body and grips your left breast.

“Are you comfortable?” You chuckle lightly, rubbing your nails up and down Jack’s back. “So comfortable baby.” He mumbles peppering kisses on your chest. “That tickles.” You giggle. “How I ever told you hold I love your boobs?” He comes out of your shirt. “Go to bed.” You say putting the shirt back over his head. He blows a stomach raspberry in response causing you to smack the back of his head. “Ow you dickhead!” You yelp as Jack chuckled. The little shit bit your boob. “Oh now you’re not into it?” “At least soothe that shit after.” You groan. “Turn off the light and shut up. I’m sleepy.” He demands. “Okay boss.” You snort. You lean over and turn off the bedside lamp. “Goodnight stink.” You blurt. “Night mama. Love you s’much.” He mumbles.

You wake up startled out of your sleep as a force pulls you across the bed. Jack was moving around in his sleep and lost you. You try to catch your breath as the large man grips a breast, mumbling incoherently in his sleep. Such a giant baby. You just shake your head and drift off one last time.

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[alastairstom]

I'm posting this mostly for @emmalovesfitzloved, who I'm chatting with about content production privately. (She is LOVELY btw and never pressures me. I adore her and you should too.)

I'm specifically posting this instead of sending it as an ask because I write fic and I want people to understand why I put out Wessa fic so rarely and why it feels so half-hearted compared to others. I feel like I get tons of requests for Wessa and only follow up on them like a quarter of the time. I'm sorry, I feel guilty about it, and I feel like I owe an explaination.

The thing about Wessa for me is that I love them very much and do in fact enjoy writing them when the mood strikes me. However, in all cases, my love for Wessa always coexists with this bitterness and sadness over how their story was handled in the TSC canon. Thinking about it is tiring.

This means that writing Wessa fics inspires joy, yes, but it also makes me feel really upset and drained after writing them. Because I wonder why Cassie couldn't focus on them, why they're constantly pushed to the side, and why I have to essentially twist their entire story to make it into what I like. Why I have to produce everything for them beyond TID, and why the other guy gets to have all this fluffy content that's exactly what I want for Wessa.

So writing Wessa is deadass draining. Like, I'm in bed early that night if I write a Wessa fic, even if it's a fun little oneshot that's exactly what I want to see for them. This is why it often takes me a really long time to answer Wessa-related asks as well. Producing content hurts in some core way that I just can't handle frequently.

This isn't to say that I don't think about them a lot or have tons of headcanons for them - I do. I enjoy thinking about them - I have a Wessa tattoo that I've never once regrtted! - but I don't like to ruminate on them, and fics necessarily require a lot of rumination.

On the other hand, I love to ruminate on the TLH group because that rumination is a source of great joy. I have no bitterness or sadness in terms of anything in TLH, and thinking about the series makes me giddy. I can easily stay up all night writing a Matthew or Thomastair or Herondaisy fic, and thinking about the other characters/ships, especially in relation to my blorbos, also puts me in a really good mood.

So this means that I can churn out a LOT of TLH content really, really happily. I love the way the canon was handled, and I feel like I'm producing love letters to the TLH canon. Working, in a lot of ways, with Cassie (who I respect deeply) to continue her story and expand on her world. Whereas with Wessa I feel like my fics are fueled by a lot of hurt that I need to channel, and I feel like I'm fighting the canon and combatting the author that I call my role model.

This is, of course, a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I want Wessa content I enjoy; I wait for Cassie to publish it; Wessa never gets jack shit but when it eventually does I almost never enjoy it; I become more upset; it becomes nearly impossible for me to produce the content I enjoy. There's no content I enjoy because I failed to produce it, and producing it's hard, so I wait for Cassie to publish it; Wessa never gets -

You get it. It sucks.

But that's it.

[lovewithasideoffries]

serum: peter hayes x reader

notes: this takes place at the end of insurgent but if instead of trying to open the box, tris, four, and peter just go back to the factionless

summary: after saving tris, peter is forced to take the truth serum to reveal his motives. but he ends up revealing more about his schoolboy crush on y/n than intended.

word count: basically 1k

REQUESTS OPEN FOR FOUR AND PETER FROM DIVERGENT

Everyone was wary of Peter, especially Tris. How could she not be? He’d screwed her over more times than she could count. And although his stunt to save her in Erudite did earn him a safe trip back to the Factionless with them, it did not earn him an ounce of trust. 

Luckily, Tori had a solution for that. She had contacted Jack Kang since the three got back and was able to get ahold of enough truth serum for one person (they couldn't risk letting it fall into the hands of Evelyn; she was still not to be trusted). 

So here you are now. They’d decided it was best not to have Peter spill his soul to all the Dauntless and Factionless and instead are in a closed off room filled with Peter, you (per his request), Tris, Four, Tori, and - to everyone’s dismay but her own - Evelyn. 

“Okay so once we inject the serum you’ll start to feel lightheaded,” Tori explains to him, at which he rolls his eyes, “We’ll ask you questions and the more you try to resist telling us the truth-” 

“The more it'll hurt,” Peter cuts her off. “I know the drill. Former-Candor here, remember?”

Tori ignores him and says, “Alright, are you ready?” 

Peter grabs your hand and grips it tightly. Everyone has fears, no matter how brave they may act, and one of Peter’s, ironically, is needles. You squeeze his hand reassuringly as the metal goes into his neck and injects the serum. 

“You okay?” you ask him softly, looking into those soft brown eyes of his. You know that the serum has worked when he shakes his head a bit. Peter would never willingly admit to you that he isn't feeling well because of something so simple.

“It’ll be over soon, Pete, promise.” You pull him into a short hug and step aside, giving him space for the questioning. 

“Peter,” Four says, gaining his attention, “Whose side are you on? Ours or Jeanine’s?”

“I’m on my own side,” he says, “Whichever benefits me most at the moment is the one I will help.”

“Can we trust you?” Tris asks. The question is not a very clear one, and you aren't sure how he’ll answer. 

“That depends.”

“On what?” Everlyn demands impatiently.

“On a lot of things,” Peter shrugs. He should not be able to conceal information so well, but being past-Candor has taught him many things, and how to keep his mouth shut is one of them. 

“Like what?” Four’s mother repeats. 

“Well for starters, who's winning. And then what's in it for me. Because honestly I don't give a shit about this war. All I care about is how it affects me… and those I care about.”

That answer seems to satisfy the group because they move onto their next question. “Why did you save Tris?” Four questions. 

“Because I owed her. And I don't like owing people. Being in debt to someone is allowing them to have power over you. The sooner I can eliminate that power the better,” he answers. But he winces, just slightly, at the end of his sentence and Tris catches it. 

“No, there's more than that,” she insists. “There's got to be more to that answer.”

A pause. And Peter is visibly fighting the serum. He groans in pain, before giving in. “I did it because it’s what Y/n would've wanted me to do.”

Your expression turns to one of shock. “What? Peter, what are you talking about?” 

His eyes clench closed in pain and you take it back. “Wait, don't answer that. I’m sorry, I didn't mean to force you.”

“No, answer it,” Tris says, simply out of curiosity.

“Tris!” you exclaim. “Don't, Peter.”

“Why not? Aren't you curious?” she shoots back. And of course you are. You’ve been in love with this man ever since you met when you were kids, but for that exact reason you don't want to push his boundaries.

“Because he’s my friend!” you exclaim, “I’m not going to force him to tell me something if he's not comfortable!”

“Do it Peter! Why’d you do what Y/n wanted you to?” Tori jumps in, teaming up with Tris, and Four watches the scene in amusement.

“Because I’m in love with her,” he blurts out, deep crescent marks dug into his palms from how tightly he was clenching his fists. He slaps his hand over his mouth and he watches your reaction nervously. 

“Alright and we’ll leave you to it,” Tris says, pulling Four out the room with her with a smirk on her face. Tori and Evelyn soon follow them. 

“Y/n-” he starts, but you cut him off. 

“Pete, if you don't want to talk about it now, we don't have to. It's not fair that you have a truth serum in you and I don't.” You turn to leave. 

“Stay,” he calls out. “I want to talk about it now.” 

“You sure?” He nods, and so you take a seat on the floor across from him and he slips off the chair he was sitting on to join you. 

“I’m sorry,” he says sadly.

“For what?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“For throwing all this onto you. I know you don't feel the same, but please can we just pretend this never happened and-”

“Peter!” you cut him off seriously. “I’m in love with you too.”

He’s shocked. “You what?”

You smile shyly. “I’m in love with you, Peter Hayes.”

“So it's okay if I kiss you?” he clarifies.

You lean forward and your hand cups his cheek as you press your lips to his. He smiles into the kiss, and tangles a hand into your hair as he deepens it. 

When you pull away, his eyes meet yours lovingly and you get to admire him for all of three seconds until Tori pops her head back into the room and childishly says “You’re welcome!”

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[kindnessisweakness2]

Perfect Chaos - Part 9

“I should explain everything to you guys. I owe you that. Especially you Angel. I would hate you to think i was leading you on. I would never do that.” Riley sat around the fire pit as she spoke to them all. Angel, Lina, Coco and Ez all looked at her with worried expressions. She needed them to understand. She needed them to know why she was so worried for Angel’s safety. “I know things i shouldn’t know. Like club business. I know your all in the shit because you were running coke for Galindo and one of the shipments got stolen. I know Galindo thinks theres a rat at your table because it was BTT that jacked his shit. BTT are guns for hire basically, and Miguel thinks it was a Mayan that organised the hit. I know that by next Monday Miguel wants someone in his Pew to make up for the mistake.” Coco, Ez and Angel couldnt help but share glances of worry between them. “I know all about Ez and Emily’s old relationship, that its a sore spot for Galindo. That means Miguel already hates Ez and because your brothers he also dislikes Angel. I also know about the Rebels and the hate their pushing for the Cartel.” Coco placed his beer on the table and leaned his elbows on his knees. “You get all that from Jake?” Riley nodded. “Guess who the rat at your table is?” Riley sipped her drink and continued to fill everyone in. “He’s in Miguels pocket. Jake’s his ear in the Templo. Miguel wants rid of the MC and Ez dead. His wife clearly cant let go of her feelings and that burns Miguel. Jake set up the hit for Galindo’s shipment to start all this drama. Jake wants power and control. Just being patched doesnt give him that anymore.” Riley shook her head and sighed. "He knows I don't want to be with him anymore. I've tried to leave him before. That didn't go down well. He beat me so bad I couldn't get out of bed for days. Told everyone I was sick and he was taking care of me. Told me if I left him, he'd tell Miguel Coco was working with the rebels against him. He’d be dead and Lina would be devastated. I couldn't do that to any one. I don't want anyone hurt because of me.' Tears Welled in Riley’s eyes as Angel pulled her close. “This is why we have to be careful. I dont want him to come after you Angel.” Angel shook his head in disagreement. “I meant what i said. He’s not hurting you again.” Riley rolled her eyes at the stubborn man. “And i meant what i said. Im not letting any of you get hurt because of me." Lina leaned forward clearly frustrated. She couldn't stand Jake from the moment her friend started dating him. And she couldn't stand that he had used Riley's love for her and Coco to manipulate her. "Look how about we try and enjoy the next few days here. No Jake. No Stress. We will work out a plan before we head home." Everyone agreed, including Riley eventually.

An hour later and they had all moved indoors. The atmosphere was different though. Instead of depression and worry hanging heavy in the air, laughter now filled the indoor pool area they were all gathered in. Lina and Coco were all over each other in the pool, play fighting and making out. Ez was lay back on one of the pool chairs reading a book. And that left Angel and Riley down the furthest end of the pool. She would be lying if she said he didnt make her nervous. She was convinced that he could hear her heart beating ridiculously fast in her chest and she was trying to focus on keeping her breathing even. " Your beautiful." Angels soft voice made her snap from her thoughts. Beautiful? She was far from it. A ugly bruise spread on the one side of her face, her hair soaking wet and the oversized t-shirt she wore to swim in made her feel far from pretty. She smiled softly at him as her head turned to look at Lina who sat on Coco's shoulders, giggling as she covered his eyes with her hands. Now She was what you considered beautiful. Her tanned skin, long legs and wild curly hair had loads of guys falling at her feet. But she met her match in Coco and Riley was genuinely happy for them. Soft hands on her hips, again pulled her from her thoughts. "You don't see it. How amazing you are." Riley smiled at Angel, lifting her arms over his broad shoulders. "Thank you" she spoke softly, almost as if she spoke too loud he would disappear. Angels brows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at his girl. "For making me feel safe. For caring." Riley explained as she leaned into him fully. Angels heart lurched in his chest at her words. She really did feel like she was on her own. That no one cares. That she had to be strong. Angel gently leaned her against the side of the pool, her legs coming up to wrap around his hips. "I meant what I said Ry. I'll always keep you safe." Riley couldn't explain the emotions that Angel put through her. He really was incredible. Not being able to resist, she leaned forward and captured him in a deep kiss. Her hands cupping his face, his moving lower in the water to rest on her bum. The feel of his hands sliding underneath her shirt and up her back made Riley groan. Everywhere he touched made her skin tingle with excitement and warmth. She wanted him. She wanted him so bad, worse than she has ever wanted anyone before. None of this seemed real to her. That someone like Angel would want someone like her. He could have any body he wanted, but here he was kissing the life out of the girl nobody in their right mind would look twice at. "We should stop, it's not just us...." she spoke against his lips, inbetween kisses. " No one's paying attention baby." Angel trailed kisses down her neck, fingers hooking in the sides of her underware. "I could take you right here against the edge of the pool and not one of them idiots would notice." God, soaking wasn't the word. A gasp left her mouth as his hands moved lower. He filled her senses completely. She felt love drunk already, and it didn't make sense to her. How he could make her feel so much in such little time. Jake had never and could never make her feel this way. So wanted, so beautiful. "I have a better idea." She kissed the shell of his ear as she spoke quietly. Angel smiled as she drew him into another kiss before lifting herself out of the pool. Holding out her hand with a smile, she waited for Angel to get out or the pool before leading him towards the hallway. Lina locking eyes eith her as they passed a grin spreading on her face.

"Ooh go get it girl!! Make most of your alone time!! Don't do anything I wouldn't!!" Lina called out to them followed by lots of giggles. All Riley could think about was enjoying every moment with angel she could because as much as she hated to admit it, she knew there was trouble brewing and it was heading straight for her..

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[yanderesotherhalf]

A quick little drabble before work with just a little bit of spice.

Enjoy~!

“Got it!”

The sound of your voice coming from the living room is what first catches Jack’s attention, followed shortly by the triumphant laugh that rings like bells through the apartment. Peeking his head through the doorway from the kitchen his eyes scan over the room, his initial goal of making you something to eat quickly forgotten once he doesn’t immediately spot you in the immediate area. What he does hear however, is the sound of your muttering, voice low as something creaks and sure enough the cabinet on the far side of the room shudders with a thud as he hears you huff.

“Oh shit.”

That gets him to move, already taking strides to cross the space of your living room to round the couch and find out what’s going on - eager to help. Is everything okay? What were you doing? Surely it would be easier to ask for help when he’s always there? No sooner does he do so that he finally spots you, and-

…Oh.

Oh.

Jack’s footfalls cease almost immediately once he fully takes in the sight before him. You’re pressed on your stomach against the floor, upper half obscured by the cabinet that you’re currently propped under; it’s clear that you’ve been looking for something, but that’s the last thing on his mind at the sight of your back pressed up against the furniture, knees braced against the floor scraping along the wood as the hem of your jeans catches on the surface above you drawing his eyes along the fabric hugging at your figure.

It takes a moment before he makes his presence known, just a moment to watch you for just a second longer before clearing his throat.

“ You look a little stuck Sunspot. Need some help over there?”

He watches you freeze, the squirming momentarily coming to a stop as you pause.

“...Maybe.” 

Your voice is hushed, tinged with a bit of embarrassment at being caught red handed, and thankfully Jack is kind enough not to comment on it as you hear his footfalls approach. Sinking down onto his knees there’s a moment of hesitation, a hand coming to hover over the expanse of your back. There’s a second where he freezes, a momentary concern that he’s going to slip right through the moment he touches you; but then he comes to press those hands against your sides and the warmth of your body in his hands has him letting out a relieved sigh.

“Okay, let’s get you out of there.”

His hands are gentle as he takes his time sliding them along your sides, bringing them to rest just above your hips. Thanks to your squirming there’s a delicious gap between the hem of your shirt and your jeans, giving a brief window to the bare skin of your back and he has to wonder what you’d do if he ran his fingers over the curve of your waist. He fights back the urge, settling instead to focus on the task at hand, pressing harder on your hips to get a better grip. He feels you jolt a little, followed by a sharp hiss as your back knocks against the bottom of the cupboard and at the sudden yelp he instinctively loosens his hold.

“Is this okay?” Jack asks instinctively, ever conscious of the way that you squirm trying to find proper footing.

“YUP-OW-!” your response is abrupt, and in your fluster your back slams up against the furniture again. This time it’s Jack’s turn to flinch, bringing a hand to rest on your back to avoid any further damage to your poor spine; it takes a few seconds before he feels you relaxing, and once he’s sure you won’t be sporting any new bruises he pauses a moment to think.

After a moment of deliberation he says “Here, this will be easier if you roll over - can you do that for me?”

“What? Oh-uh. Okay….” It takes more than a little maneuvering, and whatever’s in the cupboard rattles precariously in its confines until you’re settled again. “Like this?”

“Perfect.” And he means it - catching himself staring a little too intently before shaking those pesky thoughts away and bringing his hands to find purchase on your hips once more.

“Ready sunshine?”

The little huff of confirmation that you give him is all that he needs before he tugs, and just like that Jack pulls you free with ease. It’s almost amusing how easily he’s able to move you, pliant and relaxed in his hands because you trust him - you want his help. All it takes is a few moments and suddenly he’s looking at all of you, slotted between his legs all ruffled clothes and mussed hair and sporting a cute little flush as you look up at him with bewildered eyes. There’s a beat of silence, and Jack’s transfixed on the way that your blush gradually works its way up to the tips of your ears, pink and oh so cute. Your mouth opens and closes, starting and restarting the lines of thought as though you’re fighting to pick what to say; eventually you settle on-

“Uhhhh…hey there?”

That gets a chuckle out of Jack, moving to rest on his haunches to give you some more breathing room as a smile works its way onto his face.

“Hey there~”

A bit of the tension is broken, and being a bit more at ease you shift, the hand initially cradled close to your chest uncurling to reveal the prize that you were after this whole time. 

The TV remote. Huh.

Jack steals a look over his shoulder to the sofa, taking in the distance between the furniture and quirking a brow. How did you…? The flickering TV screen holds the answer, and no sooner does he see the timed out screen of a paused horror movie that the pieces click into place. And then he laughs, that chuckle breaking into a full on laugh that rings in your ears and makes your face turn even darker as you slam your hands back down to hide the remote. 

“Jaaaack - it’s not that funny!”

“I don’t know sunshine - it is a little funny.”

As if you couldn’t be any cuter, your blush paints your face now, cheeks red enough to give his own marks a run for their money as you sink into the collar of your shirt, attempting to hide the quirk of your own lips as you fight off a smile. It’s a sight that Jack wants to etch into his mind; the flustered face and the little creases at the corners of your eyes and the way that you bite your lip- if only he could have you like this all of the time~

A sudden shift makes Jack pause, pose growing rigid as he’s pulled from his thoughts. In your attempt to hide your face you’ve sunk downwards, so focused in doing so you fail to notice that the distance between you is all but nonexistent. Your thighs knock against his sides, and when you squirm again Jack feels the press of your hips rubbing flush against his own, so close - too close. The layer of clothes between to two of you does nothing to diminish the feeling, and Jack finds himself sucking in a sharp breath when your jeans rub up against his legs, so little space left that all he had to do was press back into you and-

He stops that line of thought before it can start, those gloved hands still on your hips pressing firmly to keep you pinned the next time that he feels you beginning to squirm. That gets you to finally stop, and that joking lighthearted energy from before feels different. Something’s changed now - the airs almost feels more charged than before as you square him with that open, questioning gaze like you don’t know what you’d just been doing to him.

“...Jack?”

“Sunshine.” There’s no hiding the breathless tone in his voice, fingers dancing along the skin of your hips like he’s just itching to get his hands under the pesky shirt that's in the way. If he just moves a little bit higher… 

“Can I-?”

“HELLOOO? ANYONE IN?!”

There’s a slam of a hand knocking at the apartment door, loud enough that it shatters the reverie and you both jolt at the sudden intrusion. Jack recognizes that voice - it’s one of the neighbors, just as loud and obnoxious as always as their voice carries easily through the front door. Underneath him you sigh, head hitting the floor with a dull thud as you both cringe at the noise of the door rattling. Your expression fades into something more tired, already exhausted from the thought of actually interacting with other people and Jack doesn’t miss it, a frown of his own darkening his features as he watches you contemplate answering the call.

Jack doesn’t want to let you go - wants to get you back to being pliant and relaxed and happy under him like before. And yet when you lean up, hands bracing against the floor as you make a move to get out from underneath him Jack lets you go. He rises up to join you, offering you a hand to help you the rest of the way; you mouth your thanks, missing the strain behind his smile as your gaze flickers over to the door.

“Well, time to face the music. wonder what building drama’s been going on today~?” The sarcasm in your tone makes him feel a bit better that you’re reluctant to go, and Jack gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Come back soon, okay Sunshine?”

The smile you give him when you squeeze back is warm, broken only when you finally swivel on your feet and drag your feet towards the direction of the front door already aggravated by the noise. “I’m coming! Jesus just pipe down already would you?” That last bit is muttered under your breath, tossing the once important remote onto the side table in your journey over.

Jack watches you go the entire time - there’s a comfort in knowing that he’ll be right there for you once you’re back, but you don't’ catch the way that his eyes travel along your hips and back, searing the sight into his memory.

#sdj #sunny day jack #sunny day jack x reader #sdj x reader #sdj imagine #imagine #drabble #slightly spicy

[gals4ever]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

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I don’t know how long I’m going to leave for, may be for a few hours to a few weeks, but I just wanted to share with you guys what I’ve been going through because I know you’ll listen.

I might not ever post on here again because im gonna be honest, I only made this account to talk to someone I trusted. That OBVIOUSLY didn’t work out, and it’s okay for things to not work out sometimes, but I can’t bring myself to come back here and look at their account or the messages they once sent me because they’re so different than the ones I just saw now. I am extremely hurt by everyone involved for the things they said about me, and im gonna be honest, I still don’t understand how anything I said was wrong. “She needs to kill herself now!” And they said nothing. The person that I’ve told everything about my life to, went to great lengths just to make sure they had a way to talk to people, and showed my most vulnerable side to, said nothing. I didn’t even know they were showing what I was saying, “she’s still yappin” which is crazy to say about when im showing you how I feel. When we talked in the supposed relationship I was in, I made it my biggest priority to let them know that they could tell me how they felt, and I gave them so many outs before I got attached. I have major abandonment issues and bpd, and I know that’s not their fault or something they should worry about, but it explains why I became so attached and quick to panic when they expressed the thought of leaving me. I don’t even care anymore about them not loving me, it’s just the things that they said about me and let others say. I know they don’t owe me jack shit, but i genuinely trusted them with how i felt and that sensitive and vulnerable side of me i try to keep to myself. I haven’t felt like this in almost four years, and maybe that’s why I started to freak out? It seems like everyone’s forgetting that I warn everyone before they get close to me, BECAUSE I AM A DAMAGED INDIVIDUAL. I am in the recovery process from being physically abused, and sexually used for things that I didn’t even want to do. Worst part is? The people that were saying bad things about me were saying all these kinds of accusations that they can’t even back up.

Like what the hell? You’re saying you have ‘screen recordings of me’ doing what? You say you have so many messages from a lot of people about me, but I never talk to anyone other than the person I trusted and one other friend? This isn’t to bash the person that left me, Im not like that and I have expressed that id like to stay on good terms, it’s to bash the people that said all those awful things about me. I would’ve never known if a friend of mine didn’t show me the screenshots, and if im being honest, I didn’t even want to see them. I would’ve rather been clueless because that genuinely broke me seeing the way they let someone say something so awful about me. Even if I was mad at them, I don’t think I would EVER let someone say something that bad. Because in that moment, reading that stupid message, I did want to do it. I’ve been struggling with suicidal thoughts for a while now and everyone knew that, but they didn’t think that I would see it. They didn’t think that maybe I would be able to see that they hated me so much that they’d wish id die. and that hurts. It hurts more than I can express. I’ve always tried to be a good person, ALWAYS, and even to the people I have problems with im still a big pushover and I take it in the ass like everyone else would’ve; I spend money on people who don’t deserve it just to get them to like me, which I know spending money on someone doesn’t mean you deserve jack shit, but yk.. I think that if you see someone is going out of their way to be friends with you and is trying to gift you things because they think your awesome maybe you shouldn’t say that they deserve to die. I felt so fucking sick reading that, I forgot about everything else that was going on and just centered all my attention on that one statement because i genuinely thought these people cared about me at first. I know I should’ve kept to myself like I always did, but I wanted to be like these people, I wanted to be cool and to be liked because that’s all I’ve ever longed for; I’ve wanted the feeling that someone would care about me. And it seems now that the people I trusted never even deserved to be close to me. That I deserved better. And I don’t want to seem selfish because when this first happened i genuinely thought that I was the worst person in the world because how could someone hate someone like this without a reason; but I know none of this is my fault. I know that I deserve better than to sit and wait for these people to come around and like me again that genuinely never will. I know that one day they’ll read this and get all mad and pissy, because im posting this to my tumblr as well, but i genuinely can’t care anymore about these people. Im not naming anyone out of respect for their privacy, unlike how they were with me. I hope that maybe one day, they’ll realize how fucked up what they said was. The worst part is, I still have a place in my heart for ALL of them because I can’t detach that easily. But maybe I’ll get over this sooner than I think, because im better than this. I don’t deserve to sit and wallow my life away because someone hates me. They don’t need to say sorry to me tbh, they need to say sorry to Sabine because she’s the one that had to listen to me sobbing on the phone for the last three days and tbh.. I think she’s more mad than I am 😭

This is posted from a separate account having nothing to do with tumblr, but I genuinely think you guys deserve to know what I’ve been going through and why I might not upload or draw things anymore for the time being. Im not looking for support or someone to say im in the right because frankly, I can’t give a fuck if you guys think im the crazy one. I just wanted to express myself on this platform for once 😇

I hope you all are having an amazing day and that you feel a lot much better than I do 😭

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#trolls #trolls band together #stimboard #trolls 3 #trolls veneer #velvet trolls #slime stim #brozone #purple stim #stim gifs #hiatus

[sailorspica]

This House

status: 2/5

ship: eventual Hitch/Annie

warnings: death discussion, allusions to torture

summary: Hitch keeps doing her job.

what it is: missing annie girlbossing under fascism (canon-compliant and post-canon nonlinear angst)

this chapter: In 851, two Scouts pay a visit to Stohess. In 855, Hitch investigates.

excerpt:

The last time Stohess MP escorted anyone was, supposedly, Eren Jaeger, so Hitch wasn’t terribly surprised by the sight of two green cloaks near the stables, and two of the Survey Corps’ freakishly jacked horses. She smiled as she approached. “You here to see a barber, Kirchstein?”

The boys looked up nearly in sync. ”Hi, Hitch,” Armin said kindly.

Hitch thought they looked different after Shiganshina, but a short eight months later, Jean seemed an inch or so taller, and Armin’s jaw lost some of its softness. They would probably grow even more, which she found a rude reminder that she was on the older side of their cadet class. Casual as can be, Hitch reached up and tugged at Jean’s sideburns.

“Ow! What the—“

“Just making sure you’re not Eren in a wig.” Hitch made a show of swiping her hand against a hay bale. “My superior didn’t tell me shit. What do you want?”

🍻 archive of our own ->

notes:

i am drunk with power giffing wall sina goodbye for my own fic posting purposes hehe

i didn't realize there's like a whole three OC's here but i like them, would love to answer asks about them 🙇🏻‍♀️ or anything

#☽ #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fanfiction #aot wlw #hitch dreyse #hitchannie #hitch x annie #hitch dreyse x annie leonhart #☽ this house #happy birthday annie!!!! you are not present for another two chapters