#everyone say goodbye to my weirdo tags

[creamymilkk]

⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 🎒 Different Type Of Love 🎒 .♡

“Come on, come on and take me home. Please stay with me and don't you leave me alone. You drive me wild.”

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and F!Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Fanfiction.

× &﹕Summary: You and Vance are head over heels for each other without either of you even realizing it. Until Vance fell. Literally.

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): First Chapter of my fanfic! This is the playlist for the fanfic, so I do say to listen to the playlist while reading it. There’s some 70’s slang, here are the meanings “Don’t flip your wig! = Don’t be upset.”Casanova = a lady’s man” “foxy mama = a hot looking woman” “Later days = A form of saying ‘Goodbye.’” (proof read by @/alex-whitley-187)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

masterlist | Requests: OPEN | tags: @niniackerman @stevethebabysitterr @ethanhawkestan @kimbleplays @brady-bo0

The one girl Vance always found very interesting always caught his attention. The blonde curls on his head and the beautiful blue ocean eyes of his made many girls fall in love with him on sight. Then there's his tendency to pick fights with anyone, no matter where or who they are. The way he truly never cared who he was fighting. Everyone knew him. 

With all that, surely he could talk to a girl, right? Nope. He could never talk to you. Sure, he’ll stare at you. In class, in the hallways, in the lunch area, even when walking home. He just… like, loves you. I mean could anyone really blame him? It’s you. There was nothing he didn't love about you. With your beautiful silky smooth hair that shines in the sun, and your beautiful smile that warms everyone's heart. With how your hips swing when you walk, not to mention how sweet and kind you are. You’re perfect in his eyes. In terms of cheesiness, Vance is not the type who would think about these things. He just couldn’t help it, you’re truly his dream girl… but he always thought a girl like you would NEVER like a guy like him. Though… there’s always a small part of him that thought maybe you two had a future together.

You, on the other hand, always see Vance. I mean, everyone in town knew who he was. You already knew that he always gets into fights. You already knew how he has girls drooling all over him. Oddly enough, you never saw him go out with any of them, something that seemed weird to you. I mean he does look like the type that would just go out with a different girl Every. Single. Day. Just like the other girls, you also had a tiny (huge) crush on Vance. I mean how could you not find him at least somewhat attractive? You loved everything about him. Vance and you do live pretty close so you will always see him outside of school. Which for you is such an amazing opportunity to see how handsome he is. If he ever found out that you always look forward to seeing him he’d probably think you were weird. He probably already thinks that you’re a weirdo. I mean you already knew that there’s no way that Vance is the type of guy that would like a girl like you. But a girl can dream.

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1978

Your normal routine was to wake up, eat, go to school and sleep, then do it all over again. Nothing interesting ever really happened to you. I mean sure, you sometimes hang out with your friends, but those times quickly ended almost as soon as the conversation started.

It’s not that you dislike them. No, no, no, that’s far from it. It’s just, you didn’t know how to hold up a ‘normal’ conversation, though they do try to talk to you. They do try, but you kept pushing them. You just have that horrible habit.

But somehow someone did break that habit of yours. Jennifer. She really tried her best to be around you and be close to you.

 She basically became your only friend, one that you somehow didn’t push away. That was one of your many problems. But as of right now, you were getting ready to head off to school. Your mom wasn’t here today, she was off at work. You quickly went outside and started to head off to school, only one thing, or person, can make your day.

That special person was… Vance Hopper. Yes, the guy with the puffy blonde hair. The one with anger issues. I mean, insult him in some way and you were on the ground with a broken nose, broken arm, and covered in blood. Yes, that Vance Hopper. 

That handsome guy. He always walked in the same way, everyday. Which made you so happy! Walking to school? Yeah, that totally sucks ass. Walking to school, BUT stare at a cute guy? That made it all better. 

Since you were just thinking about him, he appeared at the corner of the street right in front of you. You could only see his back and his curly blonde hair bouncing with every step. With his denim blue sleeveless jean jacket, white shirt, tight bright jeans that got wider at the bottom, and brown boots. You always adore how he dresses. 

You arrived at school before you knew it. Then he was off with his own little friend group. You sighed. When you entered the halls there were so many people talking and crowded together, a few random couples making out in-front of their lockers. 

Until you saw your own friends, like you said before you kinda had a habit of pushing away your friends. Well not just your friends, maybe some other people. You just couldn’t help it. They didn’t say anything since they had just given up on talking to you. Until you saw your Jennifer.

“Hey girlfriend! So how was your little walk to school?” She said while wiggling her eyebrows, clearly knowing what she was saying with that. 

“Oh hush, it was boring like usual.” You say while dryly laughing. 

“If you say so.” Jennifer said while closing her locker. “Are you still up for going to the diner?” 

“Sure! After school, right?” You said. 

“Yup, but you’re paying this time. Right now I have a dollar to my name.” She said while laughing.

“Right, Right. I guess it is my turn.” You answered while smiling. 

“It totally sucks, too. I really wanted these cute shoes I was looking at.” she replied with a hint of sadness. 

“Don’t flip your wig!” You rejoiced, smiling at her. 

“Yeah, I guess you're right. Plus, that shows I need to be more careful with my money, '' Jennifer sang, laughing.

Just then the bell rang. 

“I really should get going. If not, Mr. Smith will kill me for being late. Again.” You say with a sigh. 

“Gosh, his class is so boring! Okay, cya.” Jennifer spoke while walking away.

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“Then he said I was late again?! Like sorry Mr.Smith, I just hate your boring class!” You ranted, chewing your lunch. 

“Right?” Jennifer commented while eating her own lunch. “Anyways, you know Jerry right?” 

“Uhh, yeah. The football guy?” 

“Well, guess what?” The girl marveled grinning ear to ear. She placed her fork down and clapped her hands together. 

 “You know I'm bad at guessing.” You said while giggling at her. 

“Yeah, you're right. Okay, so Jerry asked ME OUT!!” She beamed while shaking her hands and giggling. 

“No way! I’m so happy for you!” You chimed. You stopped eating and looked into her eyes that were full of happiness and excitement. You really did feel so happy for her.

 “So… enough about my love life.” She spoke while giggling, a higher pitched sound than before. You knew what she was going to say. When Jennifer does that you knew she was going to say something that you won’t like. “Did you ever try to talk to Vance?” Jennifer asked with a devilish grin on her face.

“Pfft, no! He probably has a girlfriend or is already talking to some girl…” 

“What? No! Vance is too busy with his dumb game. He literally just got into a fight over that game.” Jennifer grumbled, rolling her eyes. 

You already knew about the fight, since basically everyone has been talking about it for the past week. “I know, but every girl in town has a crush on him!” 

“Maybe you can be the lucky one. Hm?” Jennifer said giggling and giving a goofy smile. “Vance, oh Vance! Your hair looks like a poodle and I love it!” She mimicked your voice and put hand to her forehead when she said the last part.

“Oh, hush! Most people have better ears than my mom!” You stated, trying not to laugh at her antics. “Right, sure.” she said, smirk still on her face. 

“Plus, Vance is a Casanova. I mean just look at him!” You say while daydreaming about him. “That’s true but you're a foxy mama.” Jennifer joked while winking at you.

“Oh shut up you!” You said laughing at her comment. “Hey! It’s true.” Jennifer added while smiling brightly at you she was truly the best at making you smile.

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“Later days!” Jennifer spoked as she threw a peace sign at you. “Yeah see you later.” You replied while you were walking out of school. Playing with your hair you couldn’t wait to go with Jennifer to the diner later, though you still need to go and get your money.

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Vance walked quickly to catch up to her just to at least see her. One day you were walking a few blocks in front of him and he saw you playing with her hair. He was taking every little detail about you, the way your hair flew in the wind. 

The way your hips swayed as you walked he really liked the outfit you were wearing today, it just made you look even more beautiful. He kept looking at you with basically hearts in his eyes. 

Not looking at the ground since he was too busy looking at you. He fell on the hard Concrete floor. He grunted while letting out a small ‘fuck’. He saw you turn around looking right at him.

His checks turned into a light pink color. He saw you walking towards him. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ He really wished this wasn't how you were really going to talk. All of his thoughts were quickly stopped, when you offered your hand to help him up. You giggled just a bit. He loved the way you giggled, “Hey, are you okay?” “I was better.” He said his cheeks were still light pink. “What’s your name?” 

“It’s Vance… Vance Hopper.”

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[beelsfridge]

Goodbye (For Now)

Nightbringer Spoilers Ahead (maybe a little ooc)

Tags:(Angst/TBD)(TimeTravel)(SayingGoodbye)

(I’ll adjust everything in the morning)

(Pt 1/2)

Synopsis:

You knew you weren’t suppose to stay in the past for that long. You knew you didn’t belong there. You had to get back to your time eventually.

And even if the brothers were warming up to you again, you had to say goodbye. The worst part was that they would never know why you really left.

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“You can finally go back home MC.” Solomon tells you with a smile as he holds your hands with joy,”Back to your time. You did it.”

“Yeah!” You say with relief,”I can go back, back home where the people I love are waiting for me.” You can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the warmth and comfort of the brothers and everyone else you longed for.

“There’s no time to lose! It’ll happen just as quickly, Just as before-“ Solomon says ready to perform the ritual before you find yourself hesitating.

“Wait-“ You say,”Shouldn’t I say goodbye?” You ask conflicted.

“Say goodbye? MC they can’t know where you’re from. We talked about this already-“ Solomon said,”You need not to worry about these versions of themselves anymore.

“Yeah but…” You say as you look to the House of Lamentation,”But even if they don’t know it’s me yet…this version of myself..I’m still their friend. They deserve to know, that I won’t be coming back ” You tell him.

“Oh MC…”Solomon looks at with with what you feel is pity,”These are not the brothers you know…chances are they probably won’t even care or notice you’re gone..”

You look down at the floor, a saddened expression taken place,”Yeah..you’re probably right..they probably didn’t really even care..”

Solomon sighs deeply as he contemplates your words. After a few moments he squeezes your hand reassuringly,”I think…you should do what you desire… if you believe Lucifer and his brothers deserve sort closure then I suppose I can’t stop you. Just hurry back…for my sake.”

Your eyes light up with joy as you hug Solomon lovingly,”You’re the best!”

“Obviously.” He says patting your back before you break away.

“Alright! I’ll be back real quick alright!” You say as you hurry to the House of Lamentation.

“I’ll be waiting.” Solomon says watching you scurry off.

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Normally, at least in this timeline, you wouldn’t really go to the house of lamentation without proper reason and permission.

So you hope Lucifer or someone would at least let you in.

Does the house look a lot bigger or have you just not seen it in a while?

You look back at the door, hesitantly you knock three times. You wait anxiously for any sort of response and when time passed and nobody answered you felt quite defeated.

“I guess…Solomon..was right..” You mumble to yourself a bit disappointedly. Just as you were about to walk away the door cracked open.

You hesitantly reach for it and peek inside.

“H-hello?” You say not wanting to intrude more than you have to.

Nonetheless you step into the house fully. Despite it looking just slightly different, it still felt like home to you.

You take a breath of relief before a voice startles you.

“Ah? - Oh! It’s you, ya weirdo what are you doing here?!” Mammon stares at you confusingly,”Who let ya in?”

“I well- I knocked and the door opened so I wasn’t really sure if I could come in or not or if someone let me in by mistake so I walk in here to see if there was anyone but I didn’t see anyone so I was gonna leave but then -“You begin to ramble before Mammon cuts you off.

“Oi, quit ya yappin. I don’t care.” Mammon tells you.

“Right.” You say,”Sorry.”

“You’re so weird.” Mammon says shaking his head disapprovingly,”But I guess you’re here for a reason eh? What can the great Mammon do for you? Ya need to see Luci or sum?”

“Well yeah- but also I came to see you! Also everyone else.” You tell him.

“M-me?!” Mammon says with utter confusion. It seems he decided to skip over the part you said everyone else as well.

“Yeah, there was something I needed to tell you-“ You tell him.

“T-tell me ? “ Mammons head begins to swirl,”Me? Why me?

“Well Mammon, it’s just that I’ve came ti say go-“You tell him before getting caught off by another voice.

“MAMMON!” Leviathan screams out as he approaches,”Where’s my damn money!”

“Jeez Levi, could you be any louder?!” Mammon scolds,”I’m in the middle of something here!”

“I don’t care - gimme my money!” Levi says before realizing it’s you.

“Huh?? MC?! You’re here?!” Levi seems surprised by your visit,.

“Oh! Levi! This is great- I needed to tell you both that-“ You say before yet another voice cuts you off.

“Ah~ what’s with all the yelling~ you’re all bound to get wrinkles like that- oh- MC?” Asmo says coming into view as he looks at you curiously,” What are you doing here?”

“Ah you’re here! Perfect ! - I came to -“ You say before Mammon cuts you off.

“Cant y’all see MC is trying to have a proper conversation with ME? Butt out.” Mammon says

“Mammon, you’re so full of yourself.” Levi says bitterly.

“Ay! Watch what you say!” Mammon says.

“Ugh you guys, MC is trying to say something. “ Asmo says

“Right..thanks Asmo..I was going to say that-“

“Can you all kindly shut the hell up?” Satan says marching into the room,”You’re all irritating me! I can hear shouting from halfway across the house.”

“Everything was fine until Levi and Asmo came in tryna be nosey!” Mammon tells Satan.

“I don’t care! Just shut up already-“Satan says before looking at you and his anger briefly replaced by confusion,”It’s you?”

Before you can say anything another voice pops in “Oh would you look at that Beel. I told you they were arguing. “ Belphie says yawning tiredly,”Could recognize Mammons annoying voice far that much of a distance.”

“Hey!”

Beel Hums in agreement as his stomach growls,”Mm yeah, it sure does seem that way. I suppose since MC is here that’s why they’re arguing.”

“Oh- you’re right. I didn’t even see MC til you said it.” Belphie says with a chuckle,”What brings you here? Normally Lucifer would’ve thrown a huge fuss anytime someone came over about being on our best behavior. So I assume he doesn’t know you’re here.”

“R-right-“ You say as they all look at you curiously. Suddenly it feels a little harder to say what you have to.

“I don’t see why the rest of ya need to be here. MC said she wanted to speak to me and-“Mammon starts off but gets cut off

“She did not say that you liar!” Levi says,”She clearly said me.”

“That’s not what I heard!” Asmo says as they all start arguing once more.

“I’m hungry.” Beel says.

“Is that really the only thing you’re concerned about right now?” Belphie asks.

Why does feel…so familiar to you?…it almost ..feels like when-

“So why are you here MC?” Satan asks (demands) gathering the attention of the others and knocking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh that’s…..right…” You says.

“Well spit it out, we don’t got all day now.” Mammon says growing increasingly impatient.

You look at all of them as they stare at you with such a familiar twinkle in their eyes. One that you thought you’d never really see again.

“I’ve…”You say bowing your head down,”I’ve come to say goodbye.”

It’s grows eerily quiet.

“Uh…okay?” Mammon says shrugging his shoulders,”You going on vacation or sum?”

You shake your head,”No, I’m leaving Mammon.”

“For how long?” Mammon asks again not quite grasping your words.

“I ..well-“ You say unsure of what to tell them as you twiddle your fingers together.

“Like a couple months or ?” Mammon waits for your answer.

You could feel everyone’s stare bore into your skin as they await your answer.

You hear Satan sigh,

“They mean forever Mammon. It means they’re never coming back.”

#part 2?? #sorry for spelling errors #I’ll fix it in the #morning #I wrote this at 4 in the morning #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me leviathan #om! leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #satan obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obeymeangst #obey me x mc

[leelei1980]

Housemates

Coffee shop Steve X Bartender Eddie

Note: This is a work in progress with lots ideas for the storyline but no definitive ending yet. Story will be told from each character’s Perspective.There will be MATURE CONTENT- this is an 18+ Story, just not quite yet. Smut will be noted with warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

Taglist @micheledawn1975

Intro:

Mackenzie O’Conner was in a bind, after finding out her boyfriend was cheating, she needed to to get out of an awkward living situation. Lucky for her, her new bestie Robin just happened to have friends looking for a roommate, long time friends from childhood Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson.

Steve:

“ Hello, earth to Steve? Steve Harrington, you’re the worst! Have you even absorbed a single word I have said since that blonde walked through the door?” One of my best friends in the world snapped her fingers in front of my face to draw me out of my daze.

“ Uh, yeah Robin, Mac , 5:30, my apartment tonight, new roommate interview, got it.”

Robin Buckley shook her shaggy dirty blonde head and sighed. Robin and I had been friends for years, she was my platonic soulmate, we were practically inseparable. When she decided to make the move out of the small town that we grew up in to go to college I decided to follow her. It was time. Hawkins had nothing to offer anymore. My parents were never home, I practically lived by myself all the time, my high school girlfriend broke up with me to carry on a long distance relationship with another guy, and that in itself just about killed me. So Robin and I decided that it was time for a fresh start, time to say goodbye to Hawkins, the town where everyone knew everything about everybody, and we moved to a small city on the outskirts of Indianapolis. Our other mutual friend Eddie, the Hawkins town pariah, decided to tag along and join in on our adventure. He wanted to go to a place where nobody knew him, where he could start a new life, one where no one knew him as the boy that took three years to graduate high school, or a small town drug dealer. He wanted to put all that behind him. And I didn’t blame him one bit. So we moved away and never looked back and now we were all happier than we had ever been.

“ I practically found you a new roommate, a sane human being,to replace that psycho Phil, and you don’t even have the common courtesy to listen to a word I said.”

“ Sorry Rob, I was distracted.” Distracted by blonde hair , blue eyes and legs for days. It was no secret, I loved women. I couldn’t help myself, I was a ladies man, a professional flirt. After my last long term relationship ended and broke my heart I vowed that I would never do that to myself again. I would keep things casual, no commitment, it seemed to be working out for me so far. I worked in a coffee shop, The Daily Grind, as a barista, making ridiculously high priced fancy coffee and drinks, and I met a lot of beautiful women. I hit them with the old Harrington charm, write my number on their cup and now I rarely had a lonely night, except for when I wanted one.

“ Your always distracted.” She sighed and got up from our table in the back of the shop that I worked at. “ Well I will let you get back at it, I know your break is just about over. Call me tonight after Mac leaves and let me know how the interview went.”

“ I will, and Rob, thanks.” I leaned forward and gave her a hug.

She smiled.” Your welcome Weirdo, now go over and get that blondes number.”

Thanks for reading, more parts to come! Comments and re-blogs are always welcome and appreciated ❤️

#eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington stranger things #eddie munson stranger things

[maliceandvice]

Hey there... Just saw you reblog a post with tags about being unhinged with grief and how you relate except the guy being talked to in the post is your cat... You doing ok? Do you need to talk at all? If not feel free to ignore this. It's just, I've lost very special pets before and that post was so extremely accurately evocative of the worst parts of grieving over a pet and I can't NOT offer to help...

Oh, it’s very sweet of you, I appreciate it, thank you. Yeah that post kind hit the nail on the head. Yes, I lost my little special guy, Sunshine, about a month ago. I haven’t really spoken about it here since I tend to keep this account separate and quieter from my more public social media, but I’ve found talking about it does help so I don’t mind sharing and talking about him.

I got him when he was about 6 and he was fiv+, so he sat in the shelter for 6 months because no one wanted an older sick cat. Also all his teeth went bad a few months after I got him because he’d been so neglected let, so he only had 3 and was the silliest, most pathetic little gummy bear. But he was perfect. My little buddy. The sweetest guy, just wanted a bff to hold him and give him head kisses. He loved new friends and would roll over for tummy rubs from everyone he met. Never bit or scratched. Loved rolling in sun puddles and licking water out of the bathtub like a little weirdo. He slept in my arms every day, went feral for sour cream, and would tuck himself under my arm to read or play Switch together.

In January 2022 he was diagnosed with large cell GI lymphoma. We did 6 months of chemo for it. Every Friday we’d brave the traffic on the LA 101 to go to the oncologist, I’d wait for hours in the vet’s parking lot for him to finish his treatment because I wasn’t allowed in with him because of COVID, and then we’d drive back together. He was a brave little champion through the entire thing; I genuinely think his bright, happy little personality helped him through it because he just didn’t know how to feel upset or bad! That first treatment worked perfectly though so it was worth it and he went into remission for about 9 months and he was great! Happiest little guy! But it came back this April and I knew we couldn’t possibly get that lucky twice. We still tried though. But yeah, he just never responded to this second round of chemo and he declined over the last few months. Even though I was braced for it for a really long time, it still went shockingly fast at the end. He was fine one week and then just faded so quickly the next and I knew we had to say goodbye.

One the one hand, I know getting 19 more months with an fiv+ cat with a terminal illness is amazing. It’s literally unheard of. It just doesn’t happen. He defied all his early prognosis, lived months and months beyond what’s typical, and didn’t start to show he was ill right until the end. So it’s near miraculous we got so much time, I’m so grateful to all the vets who looked after him, and I’m so proud of him for being so brave and strong to stay with me for so long. But on the other, we only had about 4 years together and he deserved so much more. I know he got several lifetimes worth of love in that timespan, but it still makes me upset that he didn’t get longer since he had such a hard life before I found him. We both got shortchanged.

I’m doing…pretty rough tbh. I think I’ve cried every day for over a month. I think between the pandemic and then the intense cancer treatment we basically super trauma bonded. And also he was just the perfect little guy for me, he slotted into my life so well. So it feels like all my happiness just got ripped out of my chest. The little constant and reliable source of brightness and love in my life is just gone. I know they’re all special and perfect, but he really, really was and I know I’m never going to be able to replace that kind of bond. So I’m pretty much a huge mess.

But I’m honestly probably doing about as well as I can be. I had a long time to mentally prepare and find pet grief resources, I’m very self aware, I’ve reached out for help when I’ve needed it, and I sort of just know that like…this is what it is. It’s an inevitably and it’s the saddest I’ve ever been in my life and there’s nothing that will make it feel better and I’m probably gonna be sad about him forever so you just gotta go straight through it. You just keep goin forward in small steps, even if you’re crying the entire way.

[redroomwidows]

Wildest Dreams | F.W

SUMMARY: They’re in a war, everyone’s life is on the line and Fred doesn’t want Y/n to forget him.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: fluff, but then angst. canon character death...not described, but there’s some grief. 

A/N: This is my second piece for @gcdric​’s Taylor Swift writing challenge! This fic doesn’t follow the song as much as Mr. Perfectly Fine did, it’s very much a looser interpretation of it. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! 

fun fact! I’ve never actually written for Fred before, so this may be really ooc. I’m apologiding in advance lol but hopefully it’s not too ooc!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

‘Say you'll remember me’

It was quiet. 

Silent even. Usually, this would worry Y/n, but today, today it was calming and was a reminder that neither her nor Fred were in imminent danger. Their shared bedroom had rays of sunlight beaming through the curtains and Y/n almost blamed herself for not shutting them properly when she first woke up because of the light on her eyes. Almost. Because when she rolled over, she realised the sunlight let her see Fred’s sleeping face and let her admire the bronze and gold mixed amidst the ginger of his hair.

“Mornin’ love,” he croaks and Y/n smiles slightly, of course he wasn’t actually asleep

“Morning,” Fred slowly opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow slightly

“Were you watching me?”

“Maybe,” 

“Weirdo,” he tries to stay serious, but a wide smile breaks through and he scoots closer to his fiancé, snuggling into her shoulder “What were you thinking about?”

“Hm, nothing,”

“So, you were just staring at me?” Fred knew when she was thinking, he always had.

“Fine,” Y/n sighs “I was thinking about how pretty you are,”

“Pretty?” Fred raises his head from her shoulder and looks her in the eyes “You mean handsome,”

“Nope,” she pops the p “pretty,” then kisses his nose, something she knew he hated.

“No, handsome,” he insists

“Pretty,” Y/n sings and Fred raises his hands up in a tickling motion

“Say I’m handsome,”

“Pretty,” she repeats and starts laughing even before Fred’s touched her, and when he does and starts moving his finger around, she laughs louder, kicking about “Stop!”

“Say I’m handsome!”

“Freddie!”

“Say it!” he keeps tickling her and when she starts to struggle to breathe, she shouts out: 

“Fine! Fine! Handsome! I was thinking you were handsome!” he stops and Y/n lays still for a moment, breathing deeply and Fred watches, his elbow squashed into the bed as he holds his head in his hand. 

Eventually, Y/n regains her breath and leans in to whisper in Fred’s ear “Pretty,”. He doesn’t tickle her this time, just smiles fondly as she giggles to herself, staring up at the ceiling. He’d let her have this one, in fact if he himself wasn’t so stubborn, he’d let her win every time. He liked her like this, calm and happy, unable to keep a smile off her face. He wanted to see her like this forever.

“Let’s run away,” 

“What?” Y/n turns to Fred, eyes still glassy from his ‘attack’

“Let’s run away,” he repeats, but he can tell Y/n is still confused “leave here and find a cottage in the woods or something,”

“Fred… are you being serious?”

“Yes!” Fred smiles and excitement floods his voice “Bill and Fleur did it, why can't we?”

“We’re not Bill and Fleur,” Y/n says in disbelief, not sure if Fred was joking or not “they have a baby on the way, your future niece or nephew,”

“Yours to,” Fred gestures to the ring on her left finger proudly. He’d proposed their first year out of Hogwarts, Molly had said it was too soon but when Death Eater attacks became more frequent, she was happy to see her son so happy. She also knew Fred wouldn’t listen to her anyway. He loved Y/n L/n and he would marry her anywhere, anytime. But soon preferably. He adored the idea of being able to say ‘my wife’ and he wanted to call her Mrs Weasley and come up with a whole new branch of nicknames for her based on her new status. But he had to wait, he could do that.

“Our future niece or nephew,” she corrects, “and you and George have the shop,”

“It’s not even open at the moment,” Fred mutters quietly, knowing Y/n was right, but still wanting to believe for a minute more that they could leave “Please?”

“You know we can’t go…” Y/n takes a deep breath as the somewhat jokey conversation becomes serious “we’re gonna be needed…” she looks left and out the window, holding a hand over her stomach.

“I know,” Fred smiles, putting his hand over Y/n’s “Can’t blame me for being in love with ya,”

“Guess I can’t,” Y/n smiles with him as she remembers the last time he said that to her.

It was their last year at Hogwarts and George and Fred had finally grown tired of Umbridge. They haven’t fully told Y/n the plan, but she knew they weren’t coming back. Fred had minutes to say goodbye before him and George had to set the plan into the motion, and he was grabbing Y/n’s hands so tightly she thought the circulation might never come back.

“Come with us,” he whispers and she looks down, smiling lightly

“You know I can’t,”

“Why not?”

“My parents would kill me,” she laughs and presses a kiss to his lips, whispering into them “You would kill me,”

“I would,” he nods “What are you thinking, throwing away your future for a boy?”

“A ginger one nonetheless!” Y/n gasps, playing along

“Oi!” George shouts from behind a door and Y/n laughs as Fred shouts out to him

“Stop eavesdropping you prat!” shuffling is heard and Y/n gazes at Fred again, trying to memorise his face before he leaves.

“Promise you’ll write?”

“Of course. You can hear everything about mine and Georgie’s experiments and how I came up with all of the ideas” Y/n would laugh, but all she can manage is an amused brow raise

“And you’ll be here for graduation?” 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he nods “Promise,” There’s a knock on the door, a signal Fred needed to go.

“I love you,” Y/n says quickly

“I love you too,” They share one more kiss and Fred whispers into her lips “Come with me?”

“Fred!”

“Can’t blame me for being in love with ya!” with that, he gives her hands a final squeeze before leaving, giving her a wink as he shuts the door. 

“Y/n…” Fred waves a hand over her eyes “you there?”

“Hm?” she turns back to him

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” she rolls onto her right side so she can look at him properly “You?” Fred seems to be thinking about his answer and Y/n puts her left hand over his shoulder, rubbing soft circles on the soft cotton of his t-shirt “Freddie?”

“We’re gonna be needed,” he repeats her earlier statement slowly “And when we are, something may happen to me...If I don’t make it -”

“Fred!” Y/n’s eyes widen, completely not expecting such a sombre topic to come up on a Wednesday morning, especially after such a somewhat cheery morning “Can we please not, not now?”

“I need to say it Y/n, I need to get it off my chest, I’ve been thinking about it for days,” he had been acting differently, he’d been quieter at dinner and seemed to want to cling to her and George more, talking about going to the Burrow when it was safe to. So maybe that’s why she gave in, or maybe it was the soft ‘please’ he muttered afterwards that he paired with pleading eyes.  She could never deny him, not when he looked like that, so sad.

“Okay,”

“If I don’t survive…” he keeps pausing and Y/n supposes that if she was talking about the same thing, she would do the same “I want you to remember me, I want you to remember us -”

“Of course, I’m going to remember you!” Y/n couldn’t believe he’d think she’d ever forget him.

“I know! I just need you to promise. Promise you’ll remember me and us. Promise me you’ll remember when we used to wake up at god knows when just to watch the sunrise and when the sun used to set in summer and we’d just lay out by the lake. Because you always talked about how it calmed you. I want you to remember how you used to write crap poetry and dramatically read to me and I could never really tell if you were joking or not, so I didn’t laugh and you always thought I was annoyed with you,”

Y/n feels a bit hot in the face at the mention of that, she was just a tad bit embarrassed. 

“Promise me you’ll remember the sunrises, the sunsets, the parties and the snogging but also promise me you’ll remember this, lazy mornings in bed, cooking together and cuddling. And promise me you’ll see me again, even if it’s in a Quidditch portrait at school or photos around the flat, or memories or dreams. Promise me you’ll remember me?”

“I promise,” she whispers, kissing him slowly “But don’t worry about it too much. Neither of us have to worry, because you’re not dying. Not on my watch,”. Fred smiles and in seconds, the subject seemed to be forgotten as he bops his fiancé’s nose and starts a conversation about what their brunch should be.

Y/n remembered that conversation now as she stood in a graveyard, staring down at what would have been her future husband's tombstone where she’d recently placed some flowers, right next to George’s. 

She remembered the sunrises,

“Freddie...I’m too tired for this…”

“Promise me, it’ll all be worth it love,”

and the sunsets, 

“Are you okay?”

“No... but just, watch this with me,”

 the parties,

“You have had far too much to drink,”

“Y/n! I missed you!”

“I just went to the loo,”

“Yeah, but I love you!”

 the snogging,

“Fred...we cannot be doing this here,”

“Shhhh, tell me you don’t get a little bit of satisfaction from doing this in Snape’s classroom,”

 and the lazy mornings in bed, cooking together and cuddling. 

“I love you,”

“Are you talking to me or the pancakes I just brought you?”

 “Y/n, it’s on fire!”

“What?!”

“Joking…”

“You twat!”

 “We should get up…”

“No! Stay here, just a bit longer,”

 She remembered everything. She would never forget and while she may only ever be able to be with Fred in her dreams, she still loved him more than anything. She’d be with him someday, when it was her time to go. 

 ‘Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams’

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[pinkyhim]

Little Mix Up (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 3.4k

theme: enemies to lovers  

 rating: explicit.

warnings: Swearing, ear biting, dry humping, dirty talk, no protection (use protection peeps), hair pulling, wet dreams lmao, marking/hickeys, fingering, slight pain kink?, jk is kind of possessive?, squirting, jk is a big boy (aka he has a big ding dong), slight overstimulation,Jungkook is cute in this uwu,

summary: A little camping trip mix up has you stuck in a tent with your enemy Jeon Jungkook, nothing could go wrong right?

Author’s Note - I originally posted this on another acc but I decided to delete it and just post it on here, Hope you guys enjoy this little piece of shit story :)

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You were not excited about this "healthy" little camping trip that your parents planned up, especially when you heard that the Jeon family was tagging along. You always tried your best to be gracious to them mainly because your mom was forever fixed on you, becoming friends with their only son, Jeon Jungkook. Now he was a problem, you honestly weren't sure why he always loathed you, but now, you don't even care. And for some reason, your mother wanted you to become friends with an asshole like him.

"I'm not going" You stated to your mother for the fourth time this morning, "Well, Y/N, it's not like you have a choice" Your mother responded as you let out a huge groan "I don't wanna go!" You say stomping your foot pouting. "Y/n pouting might work on your father, but not me, so start packing." She responds as you roll your eyes and stalk over to your room flinging the door shut to make your point. You didn't want to go on this trip if it wasn't obvious enough, Your mother wanted to get you and Jungkook in some kind of relationship of sorts but no way in hell were you ever going to date some jerk like Jungkook. You always tried to become acquainted with Jungkook but he continuously blew you off. You sighed laying down on your bed to call up your best friend Park Jimin.

He answered with "What?" You could hear something shuffling in the background "Oops, did I catch you at a bad time?" You said grinning "Nah, I was just scrolling on the internet" He responds and you hum "So what did your mom say?" He asks and you groan "I have to go to the camping trip with the Jeon family" You grumbled as Jimin chuckled "C'mon I'm sure it's not going to be that bad" You laugh dryly "Well obviously you think that because Jungkook is not a complete asshole to you." You say as your mom yells at you at hurry up "Shoot I got to go" You say your goodbyes to Jimin and hang up. Sighing you walk over to your closet and grab a backpack and fill it with necessities. After you finished you walked downstairs to see only Jungkook and your mother. "Um, where is everyone else?" You ask looking at your mother as she smiles "Didn't I tell you, sweetie? It's only going to be you and Jungkook"

Your jaw fell open as you saw Jungkook roll his eyes. Before you could argue with your mother she pushed you out of the house as you stood there completely baffled as Jungkook stood there staring at you. You saw your mother looking out the window so there was no chance of you going back inside to the safety of your home so with your head hanging low you dragged your feet inside Jungkook's black vehicle. Jungkook got inside without a word as he started driving. You were confused as hell, not because of what your mom did, naturally you expected her to pull something like that. What confused you is why Jungkook would agree if it was just going to be you two.

You pulled your phone out and sent a text to Jimin.

Y/N→Jimin you need to come and save me ಠ_ಠ

Jimin→ ????

Y/N→ My mom fucking tricked me!!!!!! She lied, and now I'm going camping with only Jungkook ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

Jimin→ Lol have fun.

Y/N→ BRUH ur supposed to save me you dick I'm going to die if I spend a weekend with this fuckface next to me ಠ╭╮ಠ

Jimin→ You won't be complaining when you get laid ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Y/N→  WTF does that mean?!?!?!?!??!!?

You shoved your phone into your pocket as Jimin went offline. You glanced over at Jungkook who was focusing on the road. You weren't going to lie he was handsome as fuck if he wasn't such a dick you might have actually fallen for him. Luckily for you, that didn't happen.

You stared outside the window wondering why Lady luck just seemed to hate your guts, After a while, You decided to break the uncomfortable silence, “Why did you agree?” You ask Jungkook as he huffs out a breath in annoyance, "I had no choice," He mutters out as you roll your eyes, "What? Did you think I would want to go camping with a weirdo like you?" Jungkook questions smirking as you whip your head towards him "What the fuck did you just say, Jeon?" You ask hands gripping the black leather seat tightly, "You heard me Y/N, Knowing you, you'll probably just masturbate the whole time" Your eyes went wide, as you remember that dreaded day where your mom decided to just let Jungkook waltz inside your room.

"Oh, You're here for Y/N?" Your Mother asks Jungkook as he nods, "Well, She's in her room," Your Mother responds as Jungkook gives a small thanks before making his way to your room. When Jungkook reached it, he heard some weird noises, Since he clearly has no sense of privacy or manners he swung the door open and caught you red-handed with your fingers knuckle deep inside your wet core, "Holy shit!" Jungkook shouted not able to tear his eyes away from the sight as your eyes snapped open, "What the fuck!???! Get out!" You yelled, attempting to cover yourself with your blanket but to no avail, Jungkook ran out of your room slamming the door shut leaving you sitting there with a beet-red face.

You blush a crimson color, "Shut up," You state as Jungkook scoffed, "Why did you even masturbate in the first place, You knew I was coming over for the project," Jungkook said as you averted your gaze from him, "W-Well maybe that wouldn't have happened if you just knocked," You respond slightly gnawing at your bottom lip, "Well if you weren't so eager for a date with your fingers, maybe I wouldn't have caught you," Your blood started to boil once you heard the words fall from Jungkook's mouth, "Excuse me?" You ask as you turn your head to see the smug look painted on Jungkook's face, "C'mon Y/N, We both know that the only thing that has touched you in the last three months was your right hand,"

You were about two seconds away from actually murdering Jungkook, but you decided that jail wasn't worth it so you just grumbled and turned away, ignoring Jungkook as you heard him laugh, deciding to distract yourself from him, you grabbed your phone and started to mindlessly scroll through social media, you stopped on a particular post that had your ex's face, you were certain that you had blocked him so you were surprised to see his face, you cringed at the horrible caption "What I do When I see someone pretty, I stare, I smile, Then I get tired and put the mirror down" You sighed as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, deciding to just take a small nap as your eyes fluttered shut,

You were awoken by the sound of Jungkook, "Y/N, Wake up, We're here" Jungkook spoke lightly pushing your shoulder, deciding to be stubborn you just let out a "hmph" before turning away, Jungkook rolled his eyes at your actions before grabbing both of your shoulders and start to viciously shake you, your eyes snapped open as you yelled, "Geez, What the fuck Jeon?!" You shoved his hands off of you as he scoffed, "I just wanted to warn you that your loud snoring might attract bears," Your eyes widen as you blushed, embarrassed, you stepped outside of the car murmuring "I don't fucking snore," You heard Jungkook snort at that "Yeah, right," He said chuckling, you cursed him under your breath before you took in the beautiful view of nature, the smell of grass and bark calmed you as you took a deep breath in, sadly you were broken from your trance as you heard Jungkook speak yet again "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me set up the tent," You could hear the annoyance in his voice, turning your head you saw Jungkook standing there with his hands on his hips looking like an angry child who didn't get their way, you bit your bottom lip holding back your laughter, "I don't know, I think I'll just stand here" You responded copying your posture to look like Jungkook's, "I don't have time for this Y/N" Jungkook spoke as you rolled your eyes, after a minute of watching Jungkook struggle to set up the tent alone you decided to cave in, making your way to Jungkook you helped him set it up, after another couple minutes of confusion Jungkook finally managed to set it up,

By that time the sun was already setting, you were surprised to see that there was only one tent, "Where's the other tent?" You ask as Jungkook turns his head towards you "What other tent?" He responds as you shake your head "There's no way in hell I'm sharing a tent with you," You say as you point your finger at Jungkook as he rolls his eyes, "Then why don't you just sleep in the car, you seemed to be comfortable sleeping there," He responds unfolding a chair for himself before sitting down, You let out a sarcastic laugh before walking over to him,

"No way!" You state stopping right in front of him, "Why don't you sleep in the car?" You ask doing a bad impression of him, Jungkook chuckled lowly before bringing his gaze up to you, you started to blush and fidget slightly under his gaze, You heard Jungkook murmur something under his breath, "What?" You ask, suddenly Jungkook grasped your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap, shocked, you let out a little squeak before Jungkook leans his head towards yours, his lips ghosting above yours before whispering in your ear "I said, you're such a fucking tease," You gasp as you feel him lightly nibble on your ear,

You felt as if you were hypnotized by him, you suddenly yearned for his touch,  more than you would like to admit, suddenly you seemed to have snapped out of your trance as you jumped off of his lap as if he had burned you, your breathing labored as you spoke, "I-I guess we could share," You spoke meekly before Jungkook smiled and said "Great,"

After eating some instant noodles, since both you and Jungkook can't cook worth of shit, You ran off into the forest using the excuse "I have to go the bathroom," After you were a reasonable distance away, you grabbed your phone and texted Jimin,

Y/N→ Jimin I need to speak to u ASAP

You waited a couple of minutes before Jimin replied,

Jimin→ What is it?

Y/N→Okay I know this is going to sound crazy but I think I like Jungkook

Jimin→ (·̿Ĺ̯·̿ ̿) you woke me up for this bullshit,

Y/N→DUDE I'm serious, so basically, I was arguing with Jungkook because there was only one tent and there was no way I was going to share with him, and the SUDDENLY he pulls me onto his lap and calls me a FUCKIN TEASE LIKE WTFFFFF,

Jimin→So now u want the jungcock?

Your eyes went wide as you read the text Jimin sent,

Y/N→ tbh...kinda

Jimin→HA I KNEW IT,

Y/N→WHAT SHOULD I DO?!

Jimin→ How am I supposed to know? ur the one trying to get into Jungkook's pants, not me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Y/N→ Geez Jimin, you're a big fucking help

Jimin→ Thank you, I try （。ˇ ⊖ˇ）

You ran your hands through your hair as Jimin goes offline, "I'm screwed" You mutter before making your way back to the tent, Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as you saw Jungkook changing right out in the open, You couldn't help but shamefully gawk at his incredibly hot back, how is somebody this good looking? You felt your blood run cold as Jungkook turned around, his eyes meeting yours. Luckily, it seemed like he didn't notice you, he slipped his shirt on before going inside the tent,

You let out a breath of relief, heading over to the car to grab your bag and quickly change into your sleepwear, you started to feel anxious as you realized that you and Jungkook would be sleeping next to each other, You pulled your phone out to check the time 10:48 PM it read, You started to consider just sleeping in the car but you wouldn't allow Jungkook that satisfaction, taking your shoes off you slowly unzipped the tent open, poking your head inside, you saw Jungkook laying on his side you assumed that he was already asleep, cautiously stepping inside you zipped the tent back up before laying down far away from Jungkook.

Not wanting to take your phone out in case it might wake Jungkook up you laid on your back staring at the top of the tent, slowly but surely you ended up falling into a deep sleep,

Jungkook roughly tugged on your hair forcing you to look at him while he mounted you, filthy sounds were falling out of your mouth as you felt tears whelming up from the mixed pleasure and pain you were experiencing, Jungkook leaned down and whispered into your ear "Who knew you were such a slut for my cock Y/N" You felt your high nearing you as you felt even more turned on by the wet slaps of skin that echoed throughout, "J-Jungkook I-I'm go-gonna-" Jungkook cut you off "Hm? You gonna cum all over my cock like the dirty little slut you are?" You nodded multiple times, as you shut your eyes feeling your high approaching quickly,

You woke up in a sweat, you were breathing heavily as you felt your panties stick uncomfortably to your folds that were slick with your juices, "Jungkook," You breathed out unintentionally, "Yes Y/N?" Your head snapped over to the voice as you saw Jungkook laying there, brown eyes filled with lust focused on yours, Jungkook pulled you close to him, you could feel his breath on yours as he stared deeply into your eyes before speaking, "You were thinking about me weren't you?"

You knew that you weren't going to get away with lying to him so you just nodded, focusing your gaze anywhere but Jungkook, You can sense him smirking as he grabbed your wrist and placed it on his very prominent bulge, Your eyes grew wide as Jungkook spoke lowly, "Look at what you did to me Y/N, You're going to fix it," Jungkook growled as he smashed his  soft buttery lips onto yours, your hands found their way to Jungkook's hair as you lightly tugged at it making him let groan, You felt Jungkook snake his hands towards your shorts before hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down, You let out a whimper as you felt Jungkook rub his clothed cock onto your damp panties, Jungkook took the chance to shove his wet tongue inside your mouth, your warm tongues danced together as you let out little moans from the friction Jungkook was creating from rocking his hips back and forth, Jungkook moved his hands towards your ass and gave it a light smack making you yelp, you could feel him smirk before he broke the kiss, you whined slightly making him slap your ass again this time more rough making you moan out, "You're so fucking hot Y/N" Jungkook whispered in your ear before biting lightly making you mewl in want, You felt Jungkook lightly tug on your panties before looking up at you "Can I?" Jungkook asked face completely flushed, He had a little drool on his pink lips but you didn't mind, "Y-Yes," you responded before pulling him in for another wet kiss,

Jungkook tugged you panties off making you shiver as the cold air hit your dripping core, you felt Jungkook run a finger along your folds making you cry out in pleasure, Jungkook pulled away as he looked at you, his dark brown orbs seemed to hold the entire universe, "God, Y/N you don't know how long I wanted you," He spoke before gently pushing a finger into your core, you let out a choked moan as he started to pump fast adding another finger inside you, you felt complete and utter euphoria as his long digits pumped into dripping your core, the wet squelches were loud as you   clenched around his fingers tightly, "You don't know how much I wanted to fuck your drenched pussy the day I saw you touching yourself," You felt yourself growing closer and closer with each word that came from his mouth, "You're mine Y/N" Jungkook snarled as he put his head in the crook of your sensitive neck and started to suck love bites onto your skin making you moaned loudly as your release hit you hard, you started to get extremely sensitive as Jungkook pulled his finger's out of your core as you breathed heavy,

After coming down from your high you grabbed Jungkook's wrist, "I want you," You whispered as he smirked, "You want me?" You blushed hard as you nodded making Jungkook let out a small laugh, "You're so fucking cute," He says blushing "C-Can I take off your shirt?" He asks making you blush also, unable to form any words you nod meekly, Jungkook starts by taking off his own making you marvel at his toned body, running your fingers down his abs he shivers a little bit before pulling his gray sweatpants down, your eyes went wide as you saw his thick member that was confined in his briefs, Jungkook started to gently pull off your t-shirt before unclipping your bra and tugging it off, "God, You're so beautiful," Jungkook breathed out as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, you felt Jungkook lightly nibble on your bottom lip making you whine into his mouth, After pulling away Jungkook started to take off his briefs, His member was beautiful, his tip a light pink, veins that were adorned from the base to the tip, it looked as if it was sculptured by the heavens, Jungkook started to rub the tip along your core gathering your sweet juices, You grabbed his wrist halting his movements, "I-It's been a while since.." You spoke as Jungkook had a warm smile on his face before gently kissing you "I'll take care of you," He responded his gentle voice calming you down,

You felt tears well up in your eyes as he started to push inside your core, you could feel everything, every crevice, every vein, everything, and you loved it, despite the light pain you loved the feeling of Jungkook, Jungkook let out a strangled groan as he bottomed out stopping a moment to let you adjust, "Please move," You begged, that was all he needed before starting a fast pace, his hips snapping as you cried out in pleasure, filthy sounds falling from both of your mouths, the skin slapping filled the entire forest as you felt your high approaching quickly, you were on cloud nine, you started to scream out in pleasure when Jungkook's fingers found their way to your overly sensitive clit rubbing small circles, "J-Jungkook I'm going to c-cum!" You moaned out as Jungkook's thrusts started to get fast and sloppy, the wet smacks from his cock entering and exiting your wet core made you whine loudly, You felt your orgasm come when Jungkook lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, the new position hitting your sweet spot, you moaned loudly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you swore that it was the hardest you ever came in your entire life you started to see stars, "Holy shit! You just squirted Y/N!" But you could barely hear Jungkook as you started to get overstimulated, you adored the feeling of Jungkook roughly pumping his member inside your sensitive core, "A-Ah Y/N I-I'm gonna cum" Jungkook groaned out before pulling himself out and spilling white ribbons of his seed onto your stomach,

Jungkook collapsed next to you breathing heavy a light sheet of sweat covering both of you, "C-Can I cuddle you?" Jungkook asks as you turn your head towards him, you smile gently as you see the deep blush that painted his face, Who knew Jeon Jungkook was soft, "Sure," You murmured as Jungkook wrapping his arms around your body the skin on skin contact making you blush,

Maybe this little camping trip won't be a complete drag after all

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[comic-the-adventurer]

Time to Choose for Yourself!

Wordcount: Around 650

Summary: Here comes the boyy! Hello, boy! Welcome! ...oh...oh no... NOT THE BOYY! GOODBYE, BOY! FAREWELL!

Notes: I'm& not good at coming up with titles kasfkaj I& wanted to write something (for a change) and always felt like Volo's reveal was so... well-made imo; it really caught me& off-guard. That said, this writing doesn't do the reveal justice so klsfnlla. ANYWAY, yea, Kiran might be ooc but like... he's evil in this au apparently (this counts as mixing pot au, no?) so I& think it's excusable xD.

Also, I'm& being dead-serious with the choice at the end so tell me& which one you'd want to see play out if ya want ^-^ I'm& def leaning towards one of the options (though I& won't specify which one; can you& guess o.o ?) so maybe I'll just write all of the different "paths" if asked aksfka /g

This was suppooooosed to be angsty and comedic but likeee... a lot of people don't understand my& jokes or sense of humour so um... it might not seem that way asfalkfj

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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.

Seventeen plates. All seventeen, with the hope that it won't stay that way for long. Some plates were gifted to Dan after he appeased certain, sacred pokemon. Other plates required pacifying rampaging pokemon, blindly hoping his lethal efforts might reward him and Kiran with another plate. In rare cases, even some humans surprisingly owned these plates.

…But Kiran was one of them?

Even with the distant howl of wind, the air felt still, dry to Dan's throat. Kiran was only joking, right? He wanted to be funny by sending Dan on this goose-chase, ramble about Sinnoh’s history together, and surprise him with the final plate, right? The final plate they needed? So they could hopefully reconcile with the creator of all creations, Acreus? And return Dan to…whatever seemingly-similar universe he came from? With the moon slowly climbing higher in the sky and Kiran’s mischievous grin taunting, Dan felt his heartbeat quicken; this couldn’t be the end!

“Now hand over the plates you’ve gathered! I will be the one to put them all together!” Kiran ordered and, at that instant, Dan figured out the significance of Kiran's extravagant change-of-outfit. Was their outfit somehow alluding to something?! Certainly, but what? Maybe if Dan had time to analyze Kiran’s getup, he would’ve noticed the green-gemmed, golden circle and put two and two together but-

“My desire to meet Arceus cannot be contained any longer!” Kiran announced, with a vengeance. Dan wondered if he screamed bloody murder loud enough, could a recuser hear him from this crumbling temple, so high above the region? Solid backup plan, solid backup plan. Kiran persisted: “I need to know what it is!”

Dan wanted to say something but, turns out, purple-haired weirdos don’t understand it’s rude to cut someone off when they’re talking. Thus, when Dan opened his mouth, Kiran loudly interjected:

“I MUST know what it is! If I can meet Arceus myself, then I may also be able to subjugate its power... And using that, I will attempt to create a new, better world! Of course, if I create a brand-new world, then the Hisui region that we currently exist in will be undone and returned to nothing. You, everyone you know, and all the Pokémon living here will vanish in an instant as if you'd never been. And do you know why…”

Kiran kept babbling on, but Dan turned his attention to surveying the historical area. Should he run? Truthfully, Kiran seemed so distracted with his evil yapping, would he notice if Dan fled the scene? Did Dan want to find out? But where would he run to? For now, at least, Dan didn’t have to answer those questions.

"If you want to keep this world from disappearing…” Kiran refocused Dan’s attention, though Dan was uneasier than ever and borderline nauseous. “...then face me in battle!”

WHAT-

Kiran wanted a battle? It's unfair; Dan isn't a trainer so Kiran has no chance of losing! Then again, Kiran isn’t a trainer either, right? Maybe they would be even-matched if neither of them could battle to save their lives? Although in this case, if Dan lost and forfeited the plates to Kiran, the cost would literally be dying, along with the rest of the universe. Not to mention, we must keep in mind that pokemon-battling was Kiran’s idea; did Kiran have a kind of trick up his sleeve to ensure their victory? Or is Kiran above cheating?

OH RIGHT, RUNNING IS AN OPTION! RUNNNNNNNNNNN

Flinching, Dan took a step back to prepare himself but-

“Don’t try to run,” Kiran said, almost tauntingly. “You don’t have a choice. Even if you don't wish to battle me, I'm not above using force to take those plates from you."

Run

Fight

Give Kiran the plates

Something else A

Something else B

It’s time to choose for yourself!

#pla spoilers #pokemon #pkmn ocs #oc crossover #pkmn #pokemon oc #fanfic #fanfiction #pokemon fanfiction

[ateezmakemeweep]

first time with bf!yunho

word count: 3k

fluff, smut

request

you experienced many firsts with yunho. whether they were innocent or devastating or just plain horrific, he had been by your side for every one. 

like on your first day of school when you both stood side by side during line-up, holding back tears as your moms waved goodbye to you. he had towered over you even then, wiping the wetness from his eyes and waving shyly at you. 

his quiet, shaky “hi,” made your body cave in on itself, nervous and uncomfortable in the new environment but waving at him nonetheless. because even at five-years-old, you found his presence comforting.

and by the time lunch came around, the two of you were inseparable, sharing crackers and blocks before running out to your moms at three o’clock hand-in-hand.

or your first broken bone that was just two years later, when there was a boy in your class known to bully all of the girls. it’s like he got some sick sort of pleasure from pulling their hair and hearing their cries, hurting almost every female student that was his age.

and on that particular day at recess, you were his target. during a fun game of tag when, with you hot on his tail and about to whack his back, he stuck out his foot and caused you to flop right onto the concrete. the skin had been ripped and oozing blood, your arm hanging in a way that still haunts yunho to this day.

but he signed his name the biggest on your cast, circling the sloppy writing with a heart and designating himself your personal bodyguard during lunch and recess. (and then he confessed to you years later that he gave his first bloody nose to the idiotic boy who tripped you).

your first period was probably the most embarrassing first with yunho, just given the fact that you both were awkward preteens sitting next to a puddle of menstrual blood. because one second you guys were playing video games on his bed and the next, a weird, wet feeling creeped down your leg causing you to  jump up and scream.

yunho had laughed at first, celebrating the fact that he had won before his face quickly paled when he looked down at his bed and then your horrified expression.

“y/n, it’s okay,” he had said immediately, comforting you in a way you don’t think any other 12-year-old boy would’ve. but at the time, you could only stand there with your face flaming in embarrassment, tears brimming your eyes. 

and when he was about to tell you that he was gonna get his mom and that everything was gonna be okay, you ran out of his house before he could say anything. you cried into your pillow that night and convinced yourself he was gonna hate you, think that you were a gross and disgusting weirdo for the rest of his life.  

but then the next day, he had showed up at your house with a chocolate bar and a heated blanket (the same heated blanket you still have to this day). “i heard girls like chocolate when they’re on there...well, yeah you know,” he had laughed out awkwardly, “and this heated blanket is supposed to help, like with the pain or something.” 

he had showcased it proudly, his excited smile causing the humiliation inside you to lessen. and then after he demanded a rematch of the game so casually, insisting he didn’t feel right about winning in unfair circumstances, you knew you were gonna have nothing to worry about when it came to him.

your first kiss with yunho was merely practice for both of you. or at least that was the story you had went with. because as the two of you sat in your basement, a slew of comedy movies and snacks taking up your friday night, you’d begun to talk about all the new budding romances in your friend groups.

“she said he french kissed her,” you told yunho, his face pinching into one of disgust.

“is that when you stick your tongue down someone’s throat?” 

“i think so, yeah,” you sighed out, shrugging your shoulders as you look back at the television. “they’re french kissing and i haven’t even done normal kissing.”

and after he had confessed he hadn’t done normal kissing either, you both looked at one another before deciding that...

“what if we were each others first kiss?” he said with a smile. “that way we get it over with and if it’s bad, it doesn’t matter because we’re friends.”

you thought about it for a moment, looking at the boy with floppy brown hair and pink cheeks and deciding there were far worse people to have a first kiss with. 

it was as awkward and clumsy as most first kisses were, your noses bumping the first time and causing you both to giggle. “i’ll go this way,” you told him, turning your neck way further than necessary and closing your eyes. but it brought success, you suppose, because then your dry lips brushed for a few seconds. 

the placement was a bit miscalculated and you were both fairly stiff but the feeling and excitement of it all still made you pull back innocently, wide eyes staring at one another.

your hand then slapped over your mouth as his face morphed into one of utter shock. “was that...did we do it right?” 

and even though you were unsure at the time, your racing hearts and clammy hands were an indication that, while you’d done it poorly, you had done it right.

“i think so,” he said, completely baffled by the fact that someone would be able to somehow stick their tongue up in there. 

“oh...cool.”

your first heartbreak was when you realized just how much you’ve come to need yunho. because the second he walked through the doors of the funeral parlor, you were hit with an immediate sense of comfort and relief.

he took you outside when you told him you hadn’t been able to look up from your feet, the presence of the casket in front of the room far too much for you to handle. he sat with you on the stoop in the cold air, his arm around you as you cried into him and felt incredibly grateful that he didn’t try to speak to you.

he didn’t ask if you were okay or tell you your grandma was in a better place or beg for you to stop crying. he just held you and stayed beside you the whole time, his lips pressing against your forehead when you finally had the strength to get up.

and then he guided you inside by the small of your back, rubbing the black material of your dress gently before letting you say your goodbyes. and after you did, you sat back down with him and didn’t leave his shoulder for the rest of the night. 

“i don’t know what i’d do without you sometimes,” you whispered tearfully. he took your face in his large hands, dabbing at the tears on your cheeks.

“me either,” he mumbles lowly, soft eyes looking right at you before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. he had thought you’d only said that because you were vulnerable, leaning on him as a friend and finding solace in the way he comforted you in your time of need.

but then a few short weeks later, he became your first boyfriend. everything had stemmed from a silly question of truth or dare that night, the inevitable “did you ever have a crush on anyone in this room?” being uttered. 

and in the same way it was discovered your friend and yunho’s friend had liked each other for a few years, the tall boy shyly admitted he had once liked you. your eyebrows shot up in surprise, secretly harboring feelings for the boy for half your life but being too scared to ruin the friendship. 

but all your friends had just rolled their eyes and clapped mockingly, grumbles of “shocker” and “everyone knew that” before moving on to the next question. so you didn’t get to talk with him until after everyone went home, always being the last to stay at yunho’s and hang out for a little bit of extra time.

“so when did you like me?” you asked teasingly, leaning in to raise your eyebrows playfully. 

a strangled chuckle leaves his mouth as he lightly pushes you to the side, the pink flush on his cheeks causing you to smile softly. 

“i liked you, too, you know.”

his eyes widen at your confession, the smile lighting up his face causing something warm and fluttery to shoot through your chest. “really? when?”

“hmm,” you mumble, trying to pinpoint the exact time you even realized your feelings for him; it always just felt like they were there from the second you met him, realizing how special and sweet he was. but you suppose you really started to realize “maybe during the time my grandma passed away. like i always knew i needed you but that kind of made it really obvious.”

yunho nods his head, remembering that time incredibly well. he had always felt like he was taking advantage of your emotional state, allowing himself to be there for you in the way he always knew he wanted to because you needed him.

“same,” he says honestly, “maybe even before that though, honestly. it feels like it’s been forever.”

a small giggle leaves your mouth as you nod, laying down to rest your head on his lap. he doesn’t even bat an eye as he looks down at you, smiling up at him and feeling his hands in your hair.

a few moments of silence pass, his eyes looking into yours like he wants so badly to tell you something but hesitance and anxiety and the fear of vulnerability are holding him back. “can i tell you something?” he eventually mumbled lowly.

you nod against his lap, looking up at him with wide eyes that are inevitably what made him crack.

“i...still might like you,” he says lowly, the pink spreading on his cheek only further heightening how pure and juvenile the confession is. “but if you don’t feel the same, we can act like this never happened. i just might be-”

“i like you too,” you tell him, straight-forward and confident because you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. 

you laugh when he acts completely shocked, his eyes wide and repetitive “really?” throughout the rest of the night and your constant assurance that yes, you really really like him making him smile proudly.

you spent the night the way you always did with him, giggling and teasing with your head on his shoulder or his hand in yours. and then at the end of the night, he asked you to be his girlfriend with that cute pinkness on his cheeks.

the same pinkness on his cheeks there now, five months later, as you two fumble on his bed together. all open mouthed kisses as you straddle him, the familiar feeling of his hardness underneath you, your moans swallowed by him as his large hands kneads at your ass.

bringing in the sexual component of your relationship had been surprisingly easy, hugs and hand-holding exchanged for kissing and lapping tongues. but that’s as far as it got, making out and grinding, because you guys were almost always interrupted whether it be by ringing phones or nosy adults.

but tonight, yunho’s parents were out of town and the air was growing thicker in his room, your hips grinding down on him as you rub against him and let out a tiny moan.

“y/n,” he groaned out, “please be careful, love.” because between the feel of you on him and the sound your moans, he felt himself losing it.  

“why?” you hum quietly, disconnecting your lips to trail them down his neck. “don’t you wanna?”

his large, strong hands pull you off of him and onto your back. his figure looms above you, his arms holding himself up as his heated gaze looks down at you. 

“of course i do,” he says, his finger tracing your red, puffy lips. “but are you ready? i don’t want you to feel like we have to just because the house is-”

“i want to, yunho,” you whine, arching your back as you feel that wet, needy feeling growing within you. “i want you. i’ve wanted you for months.”

he swallows the lump in his throat, overwhelmed by the sight of you flushed and withering underneath him. because he wants you too, has wanted you so for long and can’t even believe it’s actually about to happen. 

but he also needs making sure you really want too, that you’re not just seeing this as an opportunity to not be interrupted and-

“stop thinking,” you whine to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down. “i’m ready, i promise.” and it’s with those words that he looks at you, squinting his eyes to triple check before smiling when you poke his cheek.

and that’s how your first time with yunho starts, gentle kisses and soft touches as he slides down your leggings and underwear. the cold air hits your skin and you let out a shaky breath, tugging at the bottom of his shirt and biting your lip when he exposes his broad shoulders.

“what?” he asks shyly, like he has anything to be insecure or embarrassed about. 

but you only answer by discarding your own shirt and pulling his pants down, pushing him on his back and taking his cock in your hand. it’s just as big as you expected from feeling it underneath you and grinding your core against it. 

you hum in excitement, looking up at him as your tongue swirls around the tip. “baby,” he croaks out, your mouth pulling into a smirk before taking him in fully. you listen to the sounds of his loud groans and pants, his hand fisting your hair and hips just barely bucking into your mouth.

you gag when his large length hits the back of your throat, a strangled apology leaving his mouth that only makes you bob your head faster. you lick and suck and twirl your tongue skillfully, thinking about all the times you wanted his cock in your mouth before you got interrupted. 

and the eagerness seems to be too much for him, because you feel his legs tense and hips buck again before pulling your head back slightly by your hair. 

“y/n, that feels so fucking good,” he grunts out, “but i wanna come in you, baby, please.” 

and you want that too so you nod your head sweetly, wiping at your wet mouth and then squealing when your pushed onto back. 

“but first, let me play,” he mumbled lowly in your ear, your eyes widening when his large hands and long fingers snake down your stomach and over your slit. the wetness makes him smirk, placing a kiss on your neck as he places his finger on your clit.

the next few moments are bliss, your legs shaking and spread as you begin to pant and whine under him. your breathy moans of “oh my god” only seem to spur him on, toying at your clit and making even more wetness gather at your thighs. 

“you’re being so good, baby,” he grunts out, “such a good, wet girl for me.”

and like it’s a reward, his finger slides into you and you a loud moan escapes your mouth. they only grow louder and longer as you become consumed by pleasure, his fingers pumping in and out of you as his thumb frantically rubs over your clit.

“yunho, please, oh, my fucking go- i’m gonna-”

he feels you clench around his fingers and thinks twice about allowing you to come until he sees your head arch back, fingers grabbing at the sheets as your loud moans and screeches fill the room.

he watches your chest heave up and down, his cock hardening to the point of pain at the sight of you boneless under him. but then your head pops up, face flushed and hair messy, and you lazily smile at him.

“you’re good at that.”

the statement makes him chuckle and kiss you sweetly, his hand running through your hair to pat the sweaty strands down slightly. “are you ready or do you wanna-”

and even in your daze, you roll your eyes and pull him down to deep your kiss. the feel of his cock brushing against your thigh causes excitement to stir between your legs, your hips bucking up as a smirk crosses his lips.

“didn’t know you’d be so eager,” he says, reaching down to trail the tip of his cock across your clit.

“didn’t know you’d be so good,” you counter back. and he only smirks down at you again before taking your cheek in his hand, moving your head so you can look right at him.

“i don’t wanna hurt you,” he says softly, his finger brushing against your warm skin. 

“and you won’t,” you say, putting all your trust in him. because you think even if he tried, he wouldn’t hurt you. he would never allow himself too.

but it doesn’t lessen his fears, licking at his lips anxiously before he nods his head. “i’ll be slow. try not to tense, okay?” and slow he was, inching himself in further and further as you do your best to remain relaxed on his bed.

because while the feeling isn’t awful, there is a slight sting that makes you bite the inside of your cheek. but then you feel full and stretched and let out a sigh of relief as yunho rubs at your hip soothingly. 

“you okay?” you nod your head at him, all wide-eyed and glossy, and he didn’t think he’d have to stop himself from slamming into you. 

“move,” you encourage softly, “i’m okay. i promise.” 

the first few stinging thrusts are quickly replaced by something pleasurable, if your whines of “more” and his deep grunts weren’t an indication. and then once he finds his steady thrusts, it’s like everything both has just started and ends.

your legs spread wider as you claw at the back of his hair, watching his broad shoulders above you as he pushes himself in and out of you. he grunts out “i love you” just as he hits a spot deep within you that causes you to see stars, your own whiney, breathy love confession filling the room.

you come when his finger goes back to your clit and rubs along it, the sound you yelping his name causing him to release inside you. and if you weren’t so dazed by two orgasms, the sound of his heavy breathing would absolutely have you prepared to go for another round.

but you can only lay there with your eyes closed, wincing when his large length pulls out of you and he drops a kiss on your hip. he cleans between your legs with the shirt on his floor, dapping at the wetness gently as his eyes roam over your body.

“are you okay?” he asks, voice gentle and sweet as he lays back down next to you. your eyes pop open to see him looking at you softly, a smile spreading on your face as you nod your head.

“good,” he says, placing a kiss on your cheek that causes you to giggle. you move over and bury your face in his broad chest, smiling when you feel him drop another kiss on the top of your head. 

you spend the rest of the night wrapped in one another, alternating between snacks and movies and more sex. he laughs as you clumsily climb on top of him and try to ride him, lasting for all about ten seconds before the burn of the unfamiliar position has you accepting defeat.

“you know, it’d be a lot easier if your cock wasn’t ginormous,” you grumble, a loud laugh leaving the boy and it was the first time you’ve seen yunho’s face turn that bright a shade of red.

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[greyias]

Companion Interview Meme

Tagged by: @a-muirehen — thank you for the tag!

Pick three companions who know your OC/muse well. Answer the questions from at least one of their companions points of view. Replace anywhere it says ‘Grey’ with your OC’s name. Name the three companions who will be answering here: 1. Theron Shan 2. Lana Beniko 3. Kira Carsen Are they ready to be candid with their responses? Don’t worry, this is totally private. Grey will never read it.

(Slight spoiler warning in one answer for Echoes of Oblivion)

1. First Impressions. What was the first impression you had of Grey?

Theron: Look, it’s complicated. Like on one hand, she just had to be hiding something, because she was just so—so—no one is that nice! Or naive. It had to be an act somehow. I was convinced of it, there had to be something wrong with her, some deep, dark dirty secret she was hiding. Because if she wasn’t then that means she was a genuinely good person who actually cared deeply about random strangers and that was just weird. And kind of wonderful. And in retrospect when I look back maybe I just... needed a few reasons to keep people at arms distance. I once told her that I loved her from the moment I saw her. Striding into the situation room like she owned the place and... yeah. That was also true. As I said, it’s complicated. And I’m kind of an idiot.

Lana: I was quite impressed by what I had assumed at the time was a great deal of pragmatism. She was a Jedi, and yet didn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that I was a Sith. In fact, sometimes I think maybe she was... fascinated by it? There was a moment or two where I wondered if... well, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. She has always been a force to be reckoned with. It’s easy to follow someone like that... even if they are a Jedi (and a very impractical one at that. I really should have seen that coming in retrospect.)

Kira: She didn’t know how to take a joke. I mean, I’ve gotten better over the years, but at the start I’d had a tendency to make jokes first, assess the situation later. I’d made some comment about taking no prisoners, and you would have thought I’d just kicked a puppy instead of making a joke. Kind of felt like I had from the look on her face. Luckily, I think we both made better second impressions when we started working together on Coruscant.

2. Grey walks into a bar. No, it’s not a joke - what does she order? If you give her a credit for the jukebox, what kind of music would she put on?

Theron: Something fruity and filled with rum if you don’t stop her. Don’t let her drink the rum. And then because she has no loyalty whatsoever she’ll put on Tai-Vor Swivt on the jukebox and just share my special playlist with the whole cantina. Um. I mean. Her playlist. I don’t like Tai-Vor. I only listen to Heavy Isotope. And things like that.

Lana: The answer depends on the time of day, her mood, and several other factors. I have it all documented in this rubric here. You’ll need to give me more specifics on your inquiry if you want an accurate answer.

Kira: I mean, usually she just orders caf, which almost always gets a dramatic eyeroll from the bartender. So I usually have to order so we don’t get the stinkeye the entire time. And usually she lets me pick the music too -- I kind of suspect she didn’t really know many of the artists. Not exactly dialed into pop culture, that one.

3. How does Grey spend a day off from work?

Theron: Hmm, if I have my way it’s a nice slow morning and any message sent to her e-mail receives a cordial out-of-office message (Lana gets two for each message she sends.) Maybe later we can take a walk in the woods, go pet those stinky Exoboars running wild and ruining the Odessen countryside, maybe we get a little lost along the way. Spend the evening winding down with one of her swashbuckling holoflix. If I don’t have my way someone winds up asking her a work question and then she doesn’t get a day off. Yes. I know the irony of this coming from me.

Lana: If she is onsite at Odessen nowadays she seems to spend it in a mix between time in her quarters, leaving the base to take a walk in the woods, trying to duck surveillance to meditate in her “secret” spot. 

Kira: Back on the Defender, it was just a lot of meditating, practicing her katas, sparring. Honestly, even on her days off she usually just kept trying to make sure we were prepared for the next mission. Although if I invited her to do something normal she’d go along with it. So I may have made sure some of our off days coincided so she would actually take something resembling a break. The weirdo. She seems to have relaxed a little from that here on Odessen. I think that’s nice.

4. What silly superstitions or funny traditions does she observe?

Theron: She meditates each morning, and still observes the Jedi morning fast. Except she totally cheats on her fast and will drink a cup of caf if its hand delivered to her. She’ll warm her hands on the mug as she takes in a big whiff, and this little smile spreads across her face. It causes the freckles on her nose to wrinkle. And maybe I’m the one who hand delivers the caf because its hard to think of a better way to start the day.

Lana: We do not speak of the fruitcake, or any of her other attempted holiday traditions. If we do not encourage her, then maybe she’ll stop. Please, we must all band together, for the good of my digestive tract.

Kira: Whenever we would finish up a mission on a planet, she liked to take off her socks and boots and meditate with her feet sticking into the ground. She even wanted to do it on Quesh but Doc was loud enough on that instance to be able to talk her out of it. She tried to hide it but she looked really disappointed, so I tried to cheer her up by joining her on this weird mud hop at our next port of call. Not sure if I really felt any different but it seemed to make her happy.

5. What does Grey wear to bed? And just how do you know that?

Theron: Traditional night wear is a thin tank top and sleep pants. Let’s just say sometimes there’s less traditional night wear, or sometimes less than that -- but that’s between husband and wife.

Lana: On mission she typically wears something quick to change into her armor. On base she seems to have a standard set of pajama bottoms and sleeveless sleep shirt. How do I know this? Let’s just say I have to keep the Commander on schedule, even when certain people who should know better try and distract her from our very busy day running things.

Kira: She usually was changed and ready for the day before I ever saw her, but sometimes there’d be a late night where she couldn’t sleep, and I’d find her in the Defender’s mess. Pretty simple and spare sleepwear, sleep pants and tank top. Fashion’s not exactly her priority, you know?

6. Your favorite memory of Grey?

Theron: Why do you make me pick? Damn... that’s hard. There’s almost too many to choose, but... I guess it would be just after we got back from Nathema, and I was trying to apologize for everything and... somehow that turned into a proposal. And despite me being a stumbling awkward mess she still said yes and... look. I probably should have picked a different one, I’m not really good at the talking about feelings thing.

Lana: That moment when the broadcast across the galaxy happened after she had tamed the Eternal Fleet, she stood poised and powerful, finally setting the galaxy aright after Zakuul had torn it asunder. It was a moment more than five years in the making and I couldn’t have been prouder.

Kira: That moment when we stood, side-by-side, with everyone else in the Force and turned that creep Tenebrae, and every other of his counterparts into absolute crumbling dust. It almost made up for the fact that I wasn’t there the first two times she sent him packing.

7. A time you very nearly almost kissed Grey?

Theron: I mean, if we’re being technical, I had... thought about it for one moment on Manaan. Just a brief second, as we were saying our farewells before I went into hiding. Our eyes had met while we were shaking hands goodbye and it would have been so easy to just pull her in close and--I didn’t. Of course I didn’t. Not then at least. Now though? I don’t miss a chance.

Lana: I was angry at myself, my weakness, and taking it out on the clutter around the Gravestone. I had been surrounded out in the swamp, and only Koth’s timely intervention had saved me. She had come seeking me out to make sure that I was all right, to check on my injury. And in the low light, she just looked so concerned and guilty, and I’m fairly certain she was leaning in. I would have, you know, if Koth hadn’t been throwing around things and making a racket.

Kira: It was right after my Knighting, and I had snuck a bottle of champagne on board to celebrate. I suspect she hadn’t ever actually tasted alcohol before, judging by her reaction to the first sip. But we kept drinking, and giggling, kind of like we weren’t stuffy Jedi at all. And there was this moment where she asked me about Nar Shaddaa. Not pushy or anything, just... curious about my experiences. She never talks about it, but I don’t think she really knew much of life outside of the Order so she was always cautiously curious. And there was this moment where I was telling her about my first kiss and we kind of leaned in and--nothing happened. At the time I didn’t want to risk making things weird. I... like where we’re at. I’m fine with it.

8. Vacation time! Where do you take Grey for some R&R?

Theron: You know, I just love the sound of that word. Vay-cay-shun. Despite popular opinion I actually do take them, maybe a few more now than when I was single. We have a secret little hideaway that no one else knows about that I like to take her to when things get a little rough or we just need a break from the everything the galaxy is deciding to throw her our way.

Lana: You know, a vacation does sound nice, but someone has to keep things running here, especially when a certain nameless spy whisks our Commander away to fake locales. Seriously, I need a proper itinerary. What if I need to contact them? It’s just rude. Oh right, the question. I suppose I wouldn’t mind visiting some place quiet and out of the way, although I honestly have yet to find a place in galaxy that qualifies because if I take Grey for some reason she always finds someone in trouble that she insists on rescuing.

Kira: I’m not sure if it qualifies as a vacation per se, but I’ve been able to sneak her and one of our other Jedi buddies around base off to Nar Shaddaa for a Girl’s Night. Those are fun, even if we kept getting hit on at the bars. Although that can be entertaining in itself, especially that one time some guy pretended to be a Jedi, and then got this very detailed lecture on how bad an idea that was from Grey. I don’t think I’ve seen a man wilt so fast in my life. I would pay to see that again.

9. Grey’s sense of humor -is it dry, immature, sarcastic, self-deprecating, physical, witty, dark, or…?

Theron: I think it depends on the situation and her mood. It can be very subtle, and sometimes I can’t tell if she’s being serious when she says something ridiculous, or if she’s messing with me. Which... I suppose is fair, because sometimes I do the same to her.

Lana: She loves a good pun, which I find delightful. It’s doubly delightful just to see Theron roll his eyes and groan like he’s being tortured.

Kira: I think a lot of people don’t really get her humor, and honestly it took me a while to realize when she was joking. She likes to let others take the lead when it comes to cracking jokes, but when she does make a zinger, it takes a few seconds for it to land. They’re a lot more sly and subtle than you’d think. My favorite is when she starts to get really frustrated with someone and makes really dry, pointed comments that usually sail right over their heads. She has so many people fooled with that sweet serene Jedi act, they don’t even realize the epic burn until long after the conversation has ended.

Tagging: @confettininjabean, @thewriterandmuse. @shanfamilydrama, @storyknitter, @lumielles, @captainderyn, and @brietopia

#companion interview meme #tag game #tag thing #meme thing #thank you for the tag! #this was fun! #oc: greyias highwind #i had to stop them from commenting on each others' answers #(and pretend they couldn't hear each other) #because it just kept descending into snark and bickering #and was making each question a loooooong scroll lmao #theron was very indignant and practically vibrating at many of lana's answers

[debbiechanclub]

You’re Welcome

Pairing: Wardlow/OC

Category: Fluffy fluff

Word count: 1,824

Fluffy little Wardlow fic request for @lancearcherinrippedjeans starring her OC, Camryn Morgan. I hope you like it! It’s the least I could do after you wrote me THREE fics. Also tagging @what-does-mine-say :D

Find more of my fics here.

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Nothing irked Camryn more than when someone interrupted her while she was in the zone at the gym. And, for whatever reason, no one managed to irk her more than one Nick Jackson.

“Ah!” She let out a startled yelp when she looked up and saw him staring at her with his crazy eyes through the mirrored wall. She ripped out one of her ear buds and whirled around. “What the fuck, Nick?”

He smiled. “We just got here and I saw you so I thought I’d come say ‘hi.’” He paused. “Hi.”

She arched a curious brow. Of all her teammates in The Elite, no one was quite as peculiar as Nick. “‘We?’ I don’t see anyone else, bud. Are you feeling alright?”

Just as she asked, Matt and Kenny rounded the corner—and Wardlow was with them. Camryn’s pulse quickened and she stood up straighter. What was Wardlow doing with them? And oh my god they’re coming over.

“Camryn!” Kenny proclaimed with a smile. “We thought you might be here.”

She tried to smile as casually as possible. “You know me, just trying to get it in before the show tonight.” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Trying to get a workout in!” she quickly corrected.

“Phrasing,” Matt smirked.

Her entire face went red. “You meant what I knew.”

“Anyway,” Kenny segued. “Have you two met?”

He motioned back and forth between Camryn and Wardlow. She stole a quick glance at him before shaking her head. “Not officially.”

“Well, then,” he started. “Camryn, this is Michael Wardlow. Michael, meet Camryn Morgan.”

They shook hands, and Camryn practically had to tilt her head all the way back to look him in the eye; he was more than a foot taller than her tiny five-foot-one frame. “Nice to meet you,” she smiled.

“Likewise,” he returned; but then his brow furrowed. “Wasn’t your hair red last week?”

Her cheeks flushed again, both surprised and flattered that he’d noticed. Then again, it would’ve been hard to miss someone changing their hair from fire engine red to lilac purple. “Oh, yeah. I change it a lot.”

“Like every other week,” Nick commented.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Not that often; more like every month. I just get bored easily.”

“Well, you should keep that color,” Michael said. “It looks good.”

Camryn’s whole body flushed that time. “Thanks.”

“Well, we’ll let you get back to getting it in,” Kenny smirked; she rolled her eyes. “And hey, make sure to get to the arena a little early tonight, alright? We’re filming some stuff for BTE.”

“Will do,” she said.

“It was nice meeting you,” Michael said as he walked off with Kenny and Matt. Camryn smiled as she put her ear bud back in.

“You too.” She turned back around to grab some weights; and when she stepped back she jumped in surprise again. Nick was still staring at her through the mirror. “What?”

“Bye,” he grinned, and he took off after the others.

“Weirdo,” Camryn breathed as she resumed her workout.

*A few months later*

It was a beautiful day, and Camryn needed to get outside—even if it was only on her patio. She fixed herself a glass of iced tea and grabbed a book; but as soon as she sat down in the patio chair her cell phone rang. It was a FaceTime call from Michael. She couldn’t help her smile as she answered.

“Hey, good looking.”

Michael didn’t even say hello before he proclaimed, “Your hair’s blue! It was pink like three days ago!”

She rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. “We’re in quarantine, Michael. Do you know how bored I am?”

“Okay, but don’t be surprised when all your hair falls out,” he smirked.

“Worry about your own hair,” she playfully returned. “It’s looking a little rough.”

“Shut up, no it isn’t.”

Camryn bit her lip. It really wasn’t; he was looking just as delicious as ever. But she had to tease him a little bit. “Okay, what do you want? Did you just call me to harass me about my hair?”

 “No,” he said. “Obviously, I called you to wish you happy birthday.”

Camryn’s stomach fluttered. A small part of her had worried everyone had forgotten about her birthday, especially with the pandemic going on. It meant a lot to her that Michael thought to call.

“How old are you now?” he asked. “Twenty-one?”

She let out a loud laugh; he knew damn well she wasn’t 21. “Yes; twenty-one plus seventeen.” Unlike some women, Camryn had no qualms about sharing her true age—she was turning 38 today, and damn proud of it. Besides, not to sound vain, but she thought she looked better than a lot of women 10 years her junior.

“I can’t believe that. Honestly,” Michael said. “You look late twenties, early thirties, tops.”

“Well, thank you,” she grinned. “It’s my top-secret skin care routine.”

“Nah, I think it’s good genes.”

He gave her that look, and Camryn suddenly wished she could jump his bones, quarantine be damned. She and Michael had become fast friends ever since that day Kenny had introduced them in the gym, and they’d developed quite the flirtatious relationship. She loved the attention, of course—who wouldn’t?—but she often had to remind herself that it could never go beyond flirting. No matter how good she looked, Michael was still six years younger than her; a relationship between them simply wouldn’t work.

“You flatter me,” she said; and then she abruptly changed the subject. “So, have you heard anything about getting to wrestle again yet?”

“Actually, yeah,” he said. “I have a lumberjack match against Luchasaurus on Dynamite in a couple weeks.”

She smiled when she heard that. “Cool. I’ll be there, too.”

“Yeah? Nice,” he smiled. And then he added, “You better not be bald.”

“Alright, goodbye, Michael!” And she hung up on him before he could say anything smart in return.

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It was the night of Michael’s lumberjack match against Luchasaurus, and Camryn couldn’t be more excited. She hadn’t seen Michael in person since Double or Nothing—in other words, it had been far too long.

But, as excited as she was, she needed something to eat first. She stopped by catering and made a beeline for the snack station; but before she could grab a bag of chips, someone came up from behind and picked her up in a bear hug.

She let out a yelp and kicked her legs. “Michael! Let me go!”

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Because you’re the only one dumb enough to ambush me!”

She felt a laugh rumble in his chest. “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do about it, small fry?”

Camryn groaned; she hated when he called her that, and he knew it. She struggled in his grip, but it was no use. He was far too strong. “Please put me down,” she pouted.

“Fine,” he gave in. “But only because you asked so nicely.” He set her feet back on the ground; but before he could completely let her go, she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back in a hammerlock.

“Shit!” he proclaimed.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Wardlow?” she taunted.

He shook his head. “Nothing. It doesn’t really hurt.”

Her mouth dropped and she shoved him away as he laughed. “Rude!”

“Oh, did you want to hurt me?” he returned. “I didn’t know you were into that, Cam.”

Camryn’s face went beet red at his roguish smirk. “And on that note, I’m gonna go,” she said, and she snatched a bag of chips off the snack station and hurried down the hall.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re not bald!” she heard Michael call, and she extended her arm to flip him off without turning around. If she had, he would have seen her smiling.

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Later that night, taping had wrapped and everyone was heading out. The Elite were headed to grab a late dinner, but Camryn had told them she would catch up—she needed to do something first.

She walked down the hall headed toward Michael’s locker room, her heart thumping in her chest. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing. All she knew was that she had feelings for Michael, and after seeing him for the first time in weeks, she just couldn’t ignore them anymore.

She was nearly there when she suddenly stopped short. She could hear two familiar voices just around the corner: Michael and MJF.

“So are you headed back to the hotel orrr?” Maxwell asked.

“Actually, I’m gonna see if Camryn is still here and ask if she wants to grab dinner,” Michael answered. “Sort of a late birthday thing; I know she was bummed she didn’t really get to celebrate because of the quarantine and everything.”

Camryn’s heart fluttered. He wanted to do that for her? That might be the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.

“Well it’s about damn time,” Maxwell returned.

She heard Michael give an awkward laugh. “What do you mean?”            

Maxwell scoffed. “What do I mean? Dude, come on. You two have been dancing around your feelings for months.”

There was a pause. And then Michael returned, “Nah, it’s not like that. She always clams up and changes the subject whenever I flirt with her.”

“That’s because she’s awkward as fuck,” Maxwell dismissed. “It doesn’t mean she’s not interested.”

Camryn turned on her heel and took off as quietly as she could. She didn’t want to hear the rest of the conversation. Maxwell wasn’t wrong; she was awkward as fuck, and this had been a terrible idea—

“Cam?”

She abruptly stopped and closed her eyes against Michael’s voice. They’d been closer than she’d realized. She put on a brave face and turned around. “Hey!”

Michael’s face fell; it was obvious he knew she’d overheard them. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said. “I was actually just leaving. See you later!”

She tried to make her escape—but Maxwell stopped her. “Wait!” he said. “Michael wants to take you out for a late birthday dinner. He also likes you, but he’s too chickenshit to admit it.”

Michael shot him a look. “Really?”

He smirked. “You’re welcome, bud,” he said as he smacked him on the back.

Camryn froze. She wasn’t sure what to do or say. So she said the only thing she could think of. “Is that true?”

For the first time since she’d known him, Michael looked nervous. “Well, yeah.”

She bit back a smirk. “All of it?”

He mirrored her grin. “Yeah.”

Before she knew it, Camryn’s legs were carrying her forward; and before she could think better of it, she reached up and pulled Michael’s lips down onto hers. She pulled back and smiled up at him. “I like you, too.”

“YOU’RE WELCOME!” Maxwell proclaimed, and Michael flipped him off as he kissed her again.

#aew imagine #aew fanfic #aew fanfiction #aew one shot #wardlow #wardlow fanfic

[witchy-mel]

  *Template credit to @video-space​*

BULLY OC MEME

[INFO]

Name: Kendra Gouache

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Clique: Non-clique

Personality: Sheepish, Bubbly, Clumsy, Creative

Weapon/fighting style of choice: Spray paint/Her sketchbook(but only if she needed to. she's a wuss)

[DIALOGUE]

Greetings:

-Sup, Jimmy!

-Just the person I was looking for.

-What's crack'n?

Saying Goodbye:

-I gotta go help Ms.Philips. See ya!

-Oop. Time for my afterschool lessons.

-Well,it was nice talking to ya, James.

-Gotta go. Peace

Chasing:

-Get back here, you maggot!

-Running from a girl? You coward!

-Once I catch you,your body will be outlined with chalk!

Out of breath:

-Whatever...I gotta get to class...anyway..

-If Burton did his job...I’d be able to...run faster

-Damned short legs..

-You got...lucky this time...

Walking around talking to themselfs: 

-I hope I didn’t spill any paint on myself today.

-I’d rather eat painted fruit over Edna’s cooking

-I wish my cats would stop scratching me so much...

-If I were rich, I could buy all the art supplies I wanted

-I wonder if Ms. Philips needs any help today

-If all the space in my head is fills up with art ideas, I won’t have any space left for my classwork!

-Why am I always late for class?

-I need new models for my drawings

-I wonder what kind of flowers Pinky likes?

-Maybe if I stopped drawing in all my notebooks, I might actually learn something.

-Drawing hands is like teaching a dog to speak Mandarin!

-I fell 30 times today! That’s a new record!

-It’s hard to find a good model when everyone around you looks as plain as a white wall.

Conversing:

-Do you know how hard it is to be an artist with no inspirations?

-Edna puts red paint in the spaghetti sauce. I’ve seen it!

-If you were turned into a banana, would you eat yourself to survive?

-Do you have any Band-Aids? The nurse ran out.

-One time my cat ran away and when he came back, he was bigger than before! Days later, a bunch of kittens appeared, and that’s how I found out “he” was a she

-I once painted a picture of one of Ms.Philips cats, but when I showed her the painting, she started crying

-Any methods on how to get paint out of your clothes?

-Have you ever tried being a model?

-Do you know how hard it is having your uncle as your teacher at school?

-Christy told me that she used to be a princess in her past life.

-Did you notice the extra hairs in the casserole today? 

-When I was 7 years old, my little sister scribbled on one of my drawings. As revenge I drew a scary face on one of her dolls

-I noticed Ms.Philips has been happier these days. Do you think she found her cat?

Conversation Response:

-That’s just horrible

-Never heard of it

-That’s interesting

-You think so?

-Well that’s one way to put it

-Seriously?

-Then what happened?

-Does she know?

-What did they say?

-That can't be right

-My thoughts exactly

-Wh- ew, gross..

-Did you get caught?

-That must’ve hurt

-Oh boy

-Say it ain’t so

-I don’t think so

-I’ve seen worst

-I’ve tried it

-Who would’ve thought

Complaining:

-Aw man, I got paint on my clothes again!

-Just great, another sketchbook ruined

-This sucks!

-So cruel!

-Why am I the unlucky one?

-Not again!

-Noooo, my camera!

-My whole life is a happy little accident

-*sniffle*T-This is the w-worst *sniffle*

-This is so lame

Unknown/Cut Dialogue:

-Jimmy, you do realize this is the girls dorm, right?

-Spray paint? Yeah, I got some extra cans you can use.

-Hey, stop that! You’re messing up my painting!

Starting fight with Cliques:

[Bullies]

-At least I don’t take orders from a big dumb ogre!

-Wanna go, pepperoni face?

-Once I’m finished with you, pimples won’t be the only thing on your face!

[Preps]

-For someone’s who rich, you sure do make poor decisions!

-Would be a shame if you got red paint all over your pretty face, huh?

-Daddy won’t save you this time!

[Greasers]

-Oil goes in cars, not you’re hair, idiot!

-Wanna side of fries with that grease, oil stain?

-Get ready to kiss the floor, grease monkey!

[Nerds]

-For someone with four eyes, I’m surprised you don’t see how ugly you are!

-How about you calculate my foot up your ass!

-Why don’t you go cry to mommy, nerd!

[Jocks]

-If you stopped cuddling in the showers, you’d actually be good at football!

-Do you fight as bad as you play?

-Go back to the zoo, you pea-brained ape!

[Townies]

-Was your hairstylist a dropout too?

-You smell like trash and disappointment!

-Your chances of winning a fight is as low as your IQ!

Requesting an errand:

-Hey, could you do something for me?

-You’re not busy right?

-A little help here.

-Care to help an artist in need?

Friendly Comments:

-That shade of blue looks good on you!

-I love what you did with your hair!

-You’d be perfect for my next model!

-Woah, careful now

-No need to get aggressive

Unfriendly Comments:

-Weirdo..

-You might as well put on a clown wig because you look ridiculous!

-Can’t you go be useless somewhere else?

-Don’t you have a class to go fail?

-Hey watch it maniac!

-Your face is ruining my view

[EXTRA]

Demanding flowers:

-Good artists deserve nice gifts, don’t cha think?

-I spy, with my little eye, something I want

-I like presents that: smell good, look pretty, and can be put in a vase.

-I’m looking for pretty things to paint. Got anything?

After receiving flowers:

-Thank you for your patronage!

-Aww, and they even match the paint splatters

-Art supplies would’ve been better, but these will do

-My favorite! How’d you know?

Before kissing:

(this would never happen, but for the sake of her being a girl)

-Paint your kiss on my lips

-I never kissed anyone before. Will you be my first?

-Alright, here I go!

-Kiss me like one of your French girls

Post-kiss:

-Oh no, I got paint all on your clothes

-So, that’s what it’s like to kiss a boy

-This... is so embarrassing...

-I-I’m not blushing! Its red paint...

[PHOTO OF YOUR OC]

( i don’t have any friends to tag T-T)

#this was so hard to do #i couldn't come up with any #fighting phrases for the cliques bcuz #idk how to start fights so they're mostly insults lol #but i think i did pretty good overall #bully oc #my oc #canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition

[thegrimmsisters]

The Problem Child, Chapters 6-8

Hello everyone! As promised, a chapter review update! For those of you who started following me since my last update, or just a refresher in general: I’m going through the 10th anniversary editions of the books and comparing them page by page, word for word with the originals to see what MB changed, because there have been A LOT of changes. 

The changes for chapters 6-8 are below and as (almost) always, I’m dissapointed. 

(side note when I search the tag ‘sisters grimm 10th anniversary edition review; on my blog, I’m missing the last few posts of mine. Similarly when I search ‘sisters grimm’ in the general search some of my posts don’t appear so please please please, let me know if you see this!!)

Chapter Six

(This picks up after Sabrina and Jake get caught in the Hall of Wonders after Granny forbid Sabrina from magic)

-Daphne no longer asks if Jake killed Basil.

-When Sabrina and Granny argue, Daphne now says to Sabrina, “you just accused her of not caring about us!”

-Instead of smiling at Sabrina the next morning, Granny nodded stiffly.

-When Jake brings Doughnuts, Granny now says “Doughnuts are not going to win me over,” but she smiles and takes one, saying that she missed them.

-Sabrina no longer says she saw the view of the town from the mountains when she was running from the Jabberwocky

-Granny makes Jake promise he won’t take them to the asylum.

-In the original Jake says he wants to make sure Mirror gets to try the doughnuts. Now Granny tells him to share with Mirror and Jake says “I’m not wasting these on him!” and Granny replies “Mirror is part of the family, go give him one!” (this makes me sad despite what I know about Mirror.)

-When Charming comes over he no longer looks at Sabrina and says “Captain, permission to come aboard?”

-Granny no longer even says goodbye before closing the door on Charming and Snow.

-Jake no longer says that Charming threatened to have him arrested as a kid

-The girls no longer interrupt to ask Jake what he did to make Granny erase him in the minds of everyone in Ferryport Landing.

-After Jake storms out Sabrina asks “is that the price for using magic you were talking about?” (which seems super savage!! Like wow.)

-When Sabrina goes to find Puck he is sitting on a jewel encrusted toilet instead of a throne, which I suppose is more fitting.

-Sabrina no longer accuses Puck of being in a bad mood

-MB spells doughnut two different ways in the same sentence?? Originally this didn’t happen. He literally had to change one spelling and not the second. I repeat, in the same sentence. 

-Sabrina says “So this is about my uncle” instead of “why don’t you like him?”

-The kiss scene is reworked. From what I can tell it’s all still there, just in slightly different order. The only thing missing is she now never tells Puck to meet them at the car.

-Jake apparently named the car Genevieve???

-In the car Sabrina thinks that every time Puck looks at her it felt like her face was on fire.

-The signs that say “A vote for Heart is a vote for change” aren’t there anymore

-When they start to practice with the wand, Jake originally says practicing is important because otherwise someone could get hurt. That line is gone.

-When you see Canis run through the forest Sabrina no longer says that Puck is just dumb enough to fight him. Daphne’s response is gone as well.

-This is new though: ‘“Did anyone see that guy’s face?” Daphne asked. Uncle Jake shook his head. “Maybe he’s one of those Scarlet Hand weirdos.” “Maybe” Sabrina said. The thought made her worry for Puck which made her feel ridiculous. Since when did she worry about stinky old Puck? She wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.’

-The Blue Plate Special is now hyphenated to The Blue-Plate Special

-Sabrina thinks that she doesn’t care if The Blue Plate Special employs Everafters as long as they can make disco fries.

-There’s a menorah on the counter in the diner!!!

-Jake now clarifies that Farrah owns the diner, not just works there.

-Sabrina’s order changes to add disco fries. (what the heck is disco fries?)

-Sabrina specifies that Heart and Nottingham are in ‘regular’ clothing when they walk in the diner.

-When Sabrina threatens Nottingham, he normally says “You’re bluffing!” and Jake replies, “Is she?” This is gone.

-Sabrina notes that the thump from the Jabberwocky almost knocks the Scarecrow off his stool.

-The wand is no longer knocked from Sabrina’s hand.

Chapter Seven

(This picks up in the diner fight with Red and the Jabberwocky)

-Oh. NOW the wand is knocked from her hand. (Previously it happened in Chapter six towards the tail end)

-Uncle Jake tells them to stay down instead of Sabrina saying that.

-Red’s line about people saying she’s confused and had imagination is gone. (which is really sad because I always liked that line)

-Jake tells Red he “knows where her grandmother and puppy are” to get her to put Heart down.

-Sabrina tells Daphne to stay put as she goes for the wand.

-The whole bit where Sabrina tells Red she’s crazy and Red says ‘Sabrina is making her and her kitty mad’ is gone.

-Puck no longer says he’s a hero now, but the rest of the line is intact.

-Sabrina says “You expect me to apologize because you’re doing a good deed?” to Puck

-Puck’s line “If I’m going to be a good guy, than people are going to notice!” is gone.

-One of Puck’s lines used to go; ‘”Don’t worry girls,” Puck shouted, almost laughing . “I’ve got all this under control!”’ Now it goes, ‘” Don’t worry girls,” Puck shouted sarcastically. “I’ll save you!”’ This change doesn’t make a lot of sense, why would he be sarcastic? I feel like Puck’s dialogue has suffered so much already.

-Puck getting his wings ripped off is still as awful and gut wrenching as normal.

-Instead of backing both Sabrina and Daphne into a corner after Sabrina hits it with lightning, the Jabberwocky only backs Sabrina into a corner.

-Daphne no longer jumps up to run to Mr. Canis when he appears.

-Canis now tells the girls to stay down.

-Red now says she has a basket of goodies for Granny- which is a little too on the nose for me.

-Canis used to say “Get home children.” Now he says, “I will get him (meaning Puck) help girls, you and Jacob need to get home now.”

-The first thing Sabrina asks when she runs in Granny’s room is whether or not Puck will be okay. Originally they talked about Canis first.

-The conversation with Canis about the Wolf is different. Sabrina asks Granny how she could lie when Sabrina had been blaming herself for Canis’ death. I really like this addition.

-Canis also heavily implies he still wants to commit suicide. In the original I feel like it wasn’t as heavily implied that he still actively wants to.

 Chapter Eight

(For context this is the chapter they go under the Hudson to meet the Little Mermaid)

-When they are approaching the sea floor bottom Sabrina says there are soda bottles instead of pop bottles. I googled where in the country people use what term and according to multiple sources, in New York they say soda, so…well done?

-The Little Mermaid now “requires” their presence instead of “seeks” it.

-Lake is corrected to River. I never caught it before that MB accidentally says they’re at the bottom of a lake.

-When describing Ariel it used to say “Still, her over abundant body couldn’t hide the beauty she was”. Now it simply says, “Still, she was beautiful”. While it still describes her as overweight, I suppose it’s not as blatantly negative as it was previously.

-Her hair now reaches her “fins” instead of “ankles” because…she doesn’t have ankles…

-“Back of the little boat” is changed to “stern” We’re teaching nautical terms here, kiddos.

- “Faerie” is now spelled “fairy”. Interested to see where this one goes. It’s used in context of the “Faerie Folk” so we might see more changes about this.

So that’s the updates for 6-8! As always, I think MB needs a better editor. Like full stop. He needs a better editor to catch some of these blatant mistakes. 

I still don’t think removing any of these lines made the story better or made things flow better. At best, I don’t see why MB made the changes he did, and at worst, he stripped us of some of my favorite lines. 

As always let me know what you think because I love hearing your opinions on these!! 

(side note when I search the tag ‘sisters grimm 10th anniversary edition review; on my blog, I’m missing the last few posts of mine. Similarly when I search ‘sisters grimm’ in the general search some of my posts don’t appear so please please please, let me know if you see this!!)

#sisters grimm #the sisters grimm #sisters grimm 10th anniversary editions review #puckabrina

[chloelucia13]

Chapter 2: The Weirdo on Maple Street

Pairing: None for the moment (currently Jonathan x platonic!Henderson!reader)

Prompt: You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: With no sign Will all through the night, you and Jonathan decide to start searching yourselves. However, the evening that followed held more than just a vigil for a missing boy.

Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, language, drama, the usual

Word Count: 3436

A/N: Hope you all like it! Here’s part 1 to catch up! Tag list is open!

Silence was something that, no matter how often you heard it (and sometimes even welcomed it), still gave you a sinking feeling in your stomach. This time was no exception, the heavy blanket of silence cloaking the room as you stared at the handmade poster Jonathan created for Will.

“Y/N?” Jonathan’s voice echoed, drawing you from your sinking thoughts. You had no clue how long you were staring, drowning in the panic and melancholy that tugged you under every time you were reminded of where Will was (rather, where he wasn’t.)

“Sorry,” you said, looking back up at him and offering him a tight-lipped smile.

Before you could utter another word, however, Joyce stepped into the room. You and Jonathan turned to her and smiled, moving her to her seat at the table. “Breakfast is ready,” Jonathan stated, you handing her a plate of food while he handed her a glass of juice. 

Joyce, however, seemed to be in a daze, one that Jonathan’s words pulled her out of. “What?” she whispered, pushing the plate out of the way when she noticed where it was placed. “No, be careful of the poster.”

“Yeah, okay.”

She stared at the plate before shaking her head. “I can’t eat.”

“I need you to eat, mom-”

“Listen-” She sighed, pushing herself from her chair. “Listen, the xerox place opens in, like, 30 minutes.”

“Yeah, and I don’t want you to go alone.”

“No, I know.”

“I told you, I got it. I’m gonna have Karen take you ‘cause I should be here.”

“Okay.” She nodded, her eyes flickering back and forth at the floor as she thought. “We need to make, what, 200-300 copies? How much is a copy?”

“Okay, mom.” Jonathan’s forehead wrinkled, his shoulders tensing. “Mom.”

“Ten cents? If we... Ten cents-”

“Mom.” He began to reach for her as she started pacing. “Mom. Mom!” His tone of voice snapped her from her stupor. She looked up at him with her brows knitted together. “You can’t get like this, okay?”

She nodded, sitting back down in her chair. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.”

Silence once again blanketed the room as Joyce stared down at her plate and you and Jonathan exchanged a worried glance. Slowly, you reached out and squeezed his wrist, letting go a moment later before heading into the living room. Jonathan followed behind you, glancing back to make sure his mom was okay before stepping closer to you and resting his hand on your shoulder.

 “I should get to school,” you told him, turning around when you felt his hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but feel your lips tug downwards just slightly when his hand fell away.

You reached into the back pocket of your jeans and fished out a wad of bills. Placing it in his hand, you let your hand linger atop his for a moment as you looked into his eyes. “Use this to print as many more copies as possible.”

He opened his mouth to protest but you shook your head. Once his mouth was closed, you let go of his hand and pulled him into a tight hug. 

“If literally anything happens or if you need me, just come and pick me up at those doors right by the bulletin board. Okay?”

“Okay.” You patted his back before releasing yourself from him, waving him a quick goodbye before hurrying out the door and hopping in your car.

***

It was only 3rd period when Steve and his group joined along with you, Barb, and Nancy, already swooping Nancy away and distracting her from you two. Steve droned on about some party at his house occurring tonight when you felt a nudge from Barb. The two of you shared a look and an eyeroll as you rounded the corner.

The group stopped abruptly as they were about to round the corner, staring over at something. You peeked over their shoulders and saw Jonathan standing there, posting up one of the flyers.

“God, that’s depressing,” Steve stated plainly, bringing a burning pit of anger to your stomach.

“Should we say something?” Nancy added in.

“I don’t think he speaks,” Tommy voiced, guffawing slightly.

“How much do you want to bet he killed him?” Carol said.

“Shut up,” Steve scolded.

You pushed past all of them, a scowl set on your face. Behind you, you could hear footsteps, but you could tell they were Nancy’s by how light they were.

His eyebrows furrowed with a subtle look of confusion when he saw who was tailing you, but you just nodded over to the doors, signaling that you were gonna head to his car. He nodded and you squeezed his shoulder as you walked past him.

You headed over to the usual location that Jonathan parked, hopping up onto the hood of the car with your feet resting against the bumper. The chill November wind made your cheeks turn a light pink and prompted you to tug your light sweater tighter around your body.

Luckily, Jonathan came out of the doors and headed towards you after only a minute or so, tossing the keys to you as soon as he was in close enough range. You flashed him a smile and hurried to the passenger side door, quickly unlocking it and slipping into the seat. You unlocked Jonathan’s door, as well, and tossed his keys onto his seat. “Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?” he asked as he sat down, starting the car.

“I left it in my locker. It’s fine.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Where are we going?”

“Lonnie’s.”

“Jonathan-”

“Y/N, Will could be there. We need to check.”

“He lives in Indianapolis. That’s like 3 hours away. Do you think this car will even last that long?” You let out a sigh. “Besides, he already said that he didn’t have him.”

“Do you really trust anything that scumbag says?”

You pursed your lips and stared at the dashboard.

“Exactly.” He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel before shifting, tugging his jacket off his shoulders and handing it to you. “You’re shivering.”

“Thanks.” You offered him a soft smile, draping his jacket over your shoulders before leaning your head back against the headrest. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go to Indianapolis.”

Jonathan chuckled, putting his car into drive before peeling out of the parking lot. 

***

The car ride was mostly silent, minus Jonathan’s mixtape that he had playing nearly at full blast. Despite the volume, you were able to fall asleep for a short period of time, your head propped up against the window with Jonathan’s jacket wrapped around your shoulders. 

You woke about an hour later, however, when a large truck’s horn blared, startling you awake. “God, how long was I asleep?” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes with the tips of your fingers.

“Only like an hour,” Jonathan told you, his voice flat and monotonous. 

“Okay.” As you began to wake up more, you noticed what song was playing. “Do... Do you want me to change it?” The unique guitar chords nearly drowned out your words, and you worried that Jonathan didn’t hear you when he didn’t respond for a few moments.

“No, keep it.” 

You nodded, letting Joe Strummer’s voice echo through the car. 

“Will always sings this song,” you told him after a few seconds of silence. “And he always has the biggest smile on his face when he does.”

Jonathan nodded, the corners of his lips quirking up into the smallest smile, one that you loved so dearly. “He’s such a good kid.”

“He’s like you.” You turned in your seat so you were facing him, reaching out and resting your hand atop his which was resting on the gear shift. You squeezed his hand with a gentle touch before moving to pull your hand away, only for Jonathan to catch your hand and squeeze it back. “He’s okay, Jonathan. I can feel it.”

He let out a breath from between his lips, the wrinkle between his brows slowly fading away. “Thank you, Y/N.” He glided his thumb along the top of your hand, glancing over at you for a moment. “For coming with me. For helping me with all this.”

“Of course. I’m not letting you go through all this alone.” With a small sigh, you leaned against the leather seat. “And I know how it feels dealing with a shitty father. You definitely don’t wanna be alone during it.”

“I know. You just... You don’t have to worry about me.”

“That’s like telling a fish not to swim.” A relieved smile nestled its way onto your face when he let out a light chuckle at your words. “I’ll always worry about you, Johnny Boy. That’s just what I do.”

“Well if you get to worry about me so much, then I get to worry about you too.”

“John-”

“I’m serious. You can’t just care for everyone and not expect anything back. I care for you and worry for you, and you do the same for me.”

“You already have so much on your plate.”

He shrugged. “What’s a little more?”

***

As the two of you drew closer and closer to Lonnie’s house, Jonathan began to grow more and more tense. The wrinkle between his brows was back, and his shoulders were tensed. His fingers were tightly gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles blanched white from the pressure. 

The constant view of flat plains and small hills made your eyelids droop with sleep, but you were too wired to actually succumb to the slumber that tugged at your body. Luckily, though, the two of you were now only about 10 minutes away.

You turned your body from side to side, letting all the bones crack, before turning to face Jonathan. Once you took in his extremely tense state, you reached a hand out to rest it on his shoulder. "Getting worked up over this is just gonna make it worse."

He let out a sigh and gave a slight nod, but his tense state lingered. "What if... What if he's not there?" Jonathan mused, his voice no louder than a whisper.

"Then we keep looking." You squeezed his shoulder as a comforting gesture. "We're gonna keep looking until we find him. We'll do whatever it takes."

He nodded once more, the furrow of his brows and forehead softening slightly. “I’m scared.”

“I know. I am too.” A harsh exhale of breath blew out your nose and you pressed the palm of your free hand into your eye socket. “We all are. But we just have to... Push through it. For Will.”

“For Will.” 

The rest of the car ride was mostly silence, with a small sigh or huff breaking it every once in a while. 

Ten minutes later, you both pulled up to a disheveled, almost trailer-looking home that was supposedly Lonnie’s. Fall leaves scattered the street and the lawns, a calm and beautiful scene that contrasted what was expected to occur once you two knocked on the door. 

You two shared a glance and a nod before hopping out of the car and stomping towards the front door.

The sudden pound of his fist against the door made you jump, sucking in a sharp breath. “Hello?” he shouted.

The door swung open after a few smacks of his fist against the wood, revealing a skinny girl no older than 30. “Can I help you?” she asked, sounding all too exhausted from walking to the door.

“Yeah, is Lonnie around?”

“Yeah, he’s around back,” she drawled slowly, eyeing the two of you. “What do you want?”

“To look around.” Without another word, Jonathan pushed past her and stomped into the house. You sighed and hurried behind him.

“Hey, what do you think you guys are doing? Hey!” 

Jonathan pushed open every unlocked door, peeking his head inside before moving on to the next room. “We’ll be fast,” you explained.

“Hey, Will? Will? Will! You here?” He smacked his hand against a locked door, glancing over at you for a moment.

Another figure appeared from the hallway, grabbing Jonathan by his jacket collar and pinning him up against the wall. “Hey!” you shouted, stepping forward and grabbing the figure’s arm.

“Get off!” Jonathan grumbled, shoving the figure off of him. You let go of their arm and looked over at Jonathan, eyes wide with worry.

“Damn, you’ve gotten stronger,” the figure drawled, chuckling and looking the two of you over.

Lonnie.

“Will someone please explain what the hell is going on!” the woman shouted, a hand on her hip and an eyebrow arched.

Lonnie sighed. “Jonathan, Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan. My oldest. And...” He drew out, gesturing to you.

“Y/N,” you snapped, face set hard.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Wish I could say the same.”

He nodded once, pressing his lips into a fine line. “Now, why the hell did you two just barge into my house?”

“Where’s Will?”

Lonnie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “He’s not here. Never has been, never will be.”

Jonathan huffed and grabbed your hand, pulling you past Lonnie and out to the backyard. 

“Hey, what’s the hurry!” Lonnie shouted behind you two, following close behind. “If you wanted to see the car you could just ask.”

You and Jonathan exchanged a look, staying silent as you headed over to the car parked in the middle of the lawn. You two separated to look through the car windows, checking to make sure nothing stood out. 

“Take a look at this beaut,” Lonnie continued, ignoring the two of you. “Should’ve seen it when I got it. Took me a year, but it’s almost done-”

“Pop the trunk,” you commanded, flashing Lonnie a death glare. Jonathan met you at the back of the car, twisting the key that was already in the lock and pulling the trunk open. A sigh fell from your lips when you saw that there was nothing inside, letting out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. 

“Really? You wanna check up my ass, too? I told you the same thing as I told those cops, he’s not here and he never has been.”

“Then why didn’t you call mom back?” Jonathan asked, his jaw clenched. 

“I don’t know, I just assumed she forgot where he was. You know, he was lost or something. That boy was never very good at taking care of himself.”

You rolled your eyes, clenching your fingers into tight fists. “Maybe because the last time you saw him, he was like ten. You know, a child. Who depends on his parents.”

“And who are you to be talking to me this way?”

“I’m one of the only goddamn people who gives a shit about your family. That’s who the fuck I am.”

Jonathan rested his hand on your shoulder, calming you down. “This isn’t some joke, alright? There are search parties, reporters-” Jonathan began, redirecting the conversation.

“Hopper’s not still chief, is he?” Lonnie sighed. “Tell your mother she’s gotta get you out of that hellhole, come out here to the city. People are more real here, ya know?”

That made you scoff.

“And then I could see you more.”

That made you and Jonathan scoff and roll your eyes.

“What, you think I don’t want to see you?”

“I know you don’t.”

“See, that’s your mother talkin’ right there.” Jonathan visibly stiffened. “She even know you’re here?” You two exchanged a look. “Oh, great. So one kid goes missing, the other one runs wild with his girlfriend? Some real fine parenting right there.”

“We’re not dating. She’s my friend, one of the only people who cares about me besides mom.”

“Look, all I’m saying is, maybe I’m not the asshole, alright?”

“You sure about that?” you hissed, stepping past him and slamming the trunk closed. Jonathan followed behind you, digging out a flyer.

“In case you forgot what he looks like,” Jonathan snapped, shoving the flyer into Lonnie’s hands before hurrying out of the backyard, right on your heels. 

***

You couldn’t help but notice a distinct lack of cars in the parking lot of the school, your heart cracking at the thought of no one showing up for an assembly for Will, a boy you saw as a little brother. 

With a sigh, you got out of your car and locked the doors before heading over to the gym doors. You peeked your head inside, hiding from anyone who could’ve seen you, and searched who was inside. It was mostly just the student council who organized the event, along with a few teachers and some cheerleaders.

And no Jonathan.

You gulped down another sigh and slipped away from the doors, walking along the sidewalk and heading over to the football field. The bright lights of the field drew you like a moth to a flame, dazed and trance-like as you trudged through the dead grass. 

And then, if your luck couldn’t get any better, the sprinklers kicked on. 

Your clothes instantly became soaked, clinging to your body as you continued to wander along the field, looking at the fading white lines painted on the yellow grass. Shivers took over your body as you finally sat down, feeling the water soak in to your bones. 

As you let your body lay against the damp earth, you began to wonder if this was how Will felt: alone, stranded and cold as you hoped for anyone or anything to come along and find you. 

The tears began to fall, for Will, for Jonathan, for Joyce, for yourself. After a while, you couldn’t differentiate the tears on your face from the water that still sprayed from the sprinklers, or your sobs from the shivers that plagued your body. You felt so numb, both physically and emotionally.

After what felt like hours, you had finally rose to your feet and made your way back to your car, dripping a trail of water all the way there and all over your seats. You were too tired to even care.

You operated on autopilot as you drove, eyes half open and hands barely on the steering wheel as the car cruised along the broken roads and up to the Byers’ house. Once the car was parked, you got out and dragged your feet up to the front door, knocking twice.

The door swung open immediately, revealing an extremely startled Joyce. “Is Jonathan home?” you asked, tucking your hands into your wet jacket pockets.

“N-no,” she shook her head, taking a breath and taking in your appearance. “Why are you wet?”

“It’s a long story. Do you know where he is?”

“He’s supposed to be at that vigil for Will.”

“I was just there. He wasn’t there.” You wrung a few drops of water out of your shirt, glancing down at her hands. “What happened to you?”

“Oh. The-uh- the phone short-circuited.”

“Ho-” As soon as you were about to reach out and examine her burn, the stereo in Jonathan’s room suddenly began to blast The Clash, making you both jump. 

Joyce exchanged a look with you before you both began to inch inside the house. “Jonathan?”

The lights above your head began to flicker, and your heart began to race. “What the fuck.”

“Will? Will?” She let out a shuddering breath. “Will, is that you?”

Suddenly, the music stopped, leaving you both in dead silence. You took a deep breath, and turned on your heel, searching behind you for any sign of someone. 

You immediately regretted that decision.

At first you thought you were hallucinating, but when Joyce screamed, you knew what you were seeing was real. On the wall, or rather in the wall, a face stretched out, features contorted into a look of pain. “Oh my god,” Joyce gasped.

“Holy shit,” you choked out, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

“Oh god.” Joyce grabbed your hand and pulled the two of you outside, sprinting over to the car. From inside the house, you could hear the music playing again. 

You tossed her your keys and slid in the passenger seat of your car, unable to take your eyes off the house. Joyce started the car and tore out of the drive way, the headlights of your car flickering as she did so. You could hear your blood rushing in your ears as you two sped away from the house and down the road, pulling over once you two were far enough away. 

“What the fuck was that?”

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dhawan!master x reader (or i guess O x reader) please! maybe reader worked in unit, but had to transfer to MI6 when it went underground? and they just don't feel like they fit in, but then there's O and he's like them? ~kisses

Sorry for the delay, I’ve been doing a whole lot recently and I’m unsure if this is even any good. 

Hope you enjoy

tag list: @hellothedoctorisreal

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  The switch from UNIT to MI6 was not an easy one. You hated being the new girl, you were too shy too gullible. When you worked for Unit it took your years to even ask for your own case let alone be on the front lines of disaster but now, three years later, you were back to square one. MI6 was different, it felt larger somehow, everyone had a place and everyone knew what they were doing and you just...did not. The thing is, MI6 doesn’t deal in the extraterrestrial like UNIT had, in fact, it felt like half of your expertise in the area was unneeded, you were the odd one out. Or so you had thought. 

  O was a nice guy. He was funny, sweet, and had been the first to talk to you on your second day. You hadn’t seen him around before, you were sure you introduced yourself to everyone but he seemed to have slipped your notice. He was an inch taller than you, dark hair and stubble and overall a handsome man, you had to fight back a blush when he said hello to you. He told you he wasn’t very noticeable, but how could anyone miss a face like that? “So, what do they have you doing?” you had asked him during lunch that day when he had invited you to sit with him.

  “Oh, this and that…” he had said, nervously shifting in his seat, “they don’t really like me all that much.” You found that hard to believe. He had been nothing but kind to you that day, and ever since then. And yet you had been privy to people’s dislike for him first hand.

  “I wouldn’t talk to him if I were you,” your coworker, a short and stocky woman with dark brown hair, had said to you two  days after meeting O when you waved goodbye to him as he made his way to his office, “he’s a weirdo that one, believes in aliens.” You had shaken your head as she walked away from you, heels clicking on the polished floors and made a promise to talk to him about it later. You do end up talking about it, he tells you all about his research, about someone called the Doctor whose name rings vaguely in your memory until later that day when you tell him all about UNIT and how they had kept tabs on the alien known as the Doctor.

  “So you’ve met him?” O asks, practically vibrating with excitement.

  “Oh once or twice...But he’s an enigma that one,” you say through bites of food. O grins, fishing out his phone. He turns the device in his hand like a precious jewel.

  “I uh, I got his number once, when he stopped by here,” he says. It was hard to contain your jealousy with the way O spoke about the Doctor, and for a while after you had struggled to figure out why you were jealous in the first place. 

  The answer came at a company party two days later, the two of you, bored out of your minds, sat on the old worn couch inside the communal break room while the others chatted and laughed. O took a sip of wine from his glass, eye glazed as he scanned the room. You hadn’t drunk much, merely rubbing your thumb against the rim of your glass as your leg bounced to the cheesy pop song one of your coworkers had put on. O had gotten cleaned up for this party it seemed. He had walked in, a nice clean white shirt and black tie on, tucked into dark jeans. His beard was trimmed and his hair combed back. He looked amazing, you struggled to talk to him for the majority of the night. “Uhm,” O spoke up, startling you out of your thoughts, “I was wondering...this party is a bit boring and I’m not really friends with anyone else here.” He bit his lip, his eyes met yours, “do you want to maybe get out of here. Go get a few drinks or something?”  You nodded, grinning as he offered you his hand. The two of you had decided to go to a pub not far from the main building. 

  You spent the remainder of the night talking about anything and everything. It wasn’t until your second drink that you realized he was holding your hand. He must have noticed you looking because he pulled his hand away with a sheepish smile and tucked them on his lap. “Sorry,” he mutters. You shake your head, smiling softly you place your hand on the table in open invitation. He looks at it quizzically before hesitantly taking your hand in his. It’s a soft gesture, unlike anything you’re used to from anyone you’ve ever been out with. 

  “I was thinking..” you say, “if you’re not busy next weekend-”

  “I-I’d love to!” he’s quick to respond, his hand squeezing yours as he grins, “I was going to ask you during the party but you know,” he shrugs nervously. You giggle, blushing at his adorable nervousness. “You’re unlike any hu- uh, person, I’ve ever met you know.” 

  “Really?” you shake your head, “we’ve not known each other long.” O smiles, it's a sad sort of smile, one that seems to hide something more inside. You wonder what he’s been through to smile like that, you suppose maybe the job had gotten to him.

  “Believe me,” he says, “people they-they treat me like I’m lesser, like I’m nothing.” he sighs, letting go of your hand to take a sip of his drink, “I’ve tried to master everything. Do as much as I can so people realize my potential and it never works..” he looks up at you, running his hand through his hair, “but you don’t,” he continues, “you believe in me. And you’ve stood up for me.” You remember the day you told him about what that woman had said, how you reassured him. You realized it had meant so much more to him than you first thought. With a smile you stand up, grabbing your coat and holding out your hand. He eyes you for a moment, his brow raised.

  “Come,” you giggle, “walk me home. We’ll have a nice date at my place before our proper one.” O chuckles, taking your hand and standing up, he closes the distance between you and presses a kiss to your cheek.

  “Sounds like a plan to me.”

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[rhydianww]

Kicking and Screaming

“You don’t need the trouble, Rhydian. Just leave her alone.” This was the sage advice from the Slytherin’s just barely older sister. Owena sat next to her brother in the back seat of their mother’s car, a pile of snacks and a forgotten game of Uno laid between them. They were on their way to Kings Cross station, ready to start their fourth year of Hogwarts. 

But Rhydian was paying no head to his sister’s warning, he could hardly hear her over the music reverberating between his ear drumbs and the soft black cover over his headphones. His violet eyes were cast outward to the blurring scenery as the vehicle moved down the winding highway away from the northern welsh coast and the place they called home. Had his father been around, the family would have apparated somewhere with a floo that connected to King’s Cross, but Louis had been beckoned for work in the dead of night. His father had woken him up in to hug him goodbye and wish him well in school, and Rhydian had been too tired to be rude and deny his father the simple affection.

He felt bad for him, Rhydian, even if he’d never admit it to the older wizard’s face. But Louis hated his job and it was clear for anyone to see. He was always tired and grumpy when he came home from a mission, and he often didn’t speak to his family members until after Caerwyn would take her husbands hand and lead him to the bedroom, the door would lock behind them and they’d be gone to the world for a few hours. Rhydian knew some of what his father experienced must be horrific. Louis never spoke about work but Uncle Cleary, Louis’ partner and Rhydian’s Godfather, was much more forthcoming with information now that Rhydian was older. Knowing the bits and peices of what his father had done at work, and what had been done to him made  Rhydian just as sympathetic to his father as it did angry.

On one hand Rhydian understood his father put his life on the line and was witness to many dark and terrifying things for the sake of his family. Caerwyn and Louis had ended up pregnant and unwed at nineteen freshly graduated. His father had done what he needed to and found a job with security. On the other hand Rhydian felt that Louis’ experiences should have made him more sympathetic to his son’s illness. Louis never slept well and could be found nearly at all hours with a cup of black hot coffee in his hand. Rhydian knew it was because of work just like Rhydian had trouble sleeping because spirits. Shouldn’t that mean Louis could understand why Rhydian didn’t going new places? Why he needed his music? Why he couldn’t pay attention all the time? These were all coping skills Rhydian had unconsciously picked up from his parents after all.

But Louis didn’t seem to understand his son, and Rhydian felt he never would.

As if sensing the way her son’s thoughts were heading, Caerwyn spoke up. Owena nudged her brother, and two matching sets of violet eyes met in the rear view mirror.

“It’s Poppy’s first fucking year, you’ll keep an eye on her, won’t you?” Caerwyn asked. She was always interrupting Rhydian and Louis when they started to go at each other, always trying the ease the waves between them. Could she feel the impatience Rhydian had begun to stew in the fleeting thought about his father’s absence?

“She’s going to look simply adorable in her robes, oh I can’t wait to see her, I bet she’s going to be in Hufflepuff, just like Aunty Lils.” Owena cheered, always bright and cheerful. She was like the sun, Owena, and just like the gaseous celestial body, the world seemed to revolve around her. Everyone liked Owena, everyone wanted to be her mate. Rhydian was envious of such magnetism but also thankful. He had gone his whole life being left alone he shouldn’t think he’d take to being popular all that well now.

“Mmm.” Was Rhydian’s gruff response, his eyes falling away from his mother’s and back to the landscape. Poppy was one of Rhydian’s dozens upon dozens of cousins, a daughter of his father’s cousin Lily and her husband Lorcan. The Potter/Weasley family was large, too large for Rhydian to feel all that comfortable around every one of his cousins the way his father was, but he got on well enough with Aunty Lils’ girls. Briar and Thistle, the eldest of his aunt’s surmounting hoard, were close enough in age to Rhydian that they had been able to play as children. There were also no spirits in the valley Aunty Lils and Uncle Lori had made their home which meant Rhydian was willing to spend time there on occasion.

But home was one thing, school was another. As sort of a social pariah, Rhydian was generally avoided at school, even by his cousins. Rhydian didn’t care, he wasn’t particularly close to any of the one’s in his year anyway. Owena was really the only one he hung around with regularly at school, usually tagging along to whatever she was doing with her mates at her insistence. Most of the cousins he saw consistently were older anyway, after Addie had been born it was like a baby bomb had gone off. Sophia, Tante Vic’s daughter had been born, then James’ oldest, Junior, and then a whole ton more. If he had to pick favorites Rhydian would have to say it was Viktor, Tante Doma’s son, but he lived in Eastern europe with the Dragons so it was rarely Rhydian got to see him, they certainly didn’t go to school together.

Poppy was alright, but young and a girl. Shy but sweet. She’d make friends fast enough. Rhydian agreed with Owena’s assessment, Hufflepuff was likely.

“And leave fucking Maggie alone.” Owena quipped. Rhydian rolled his eyes as he replaced his headphones, not looking up to meet the violet eyes staring at him once more in the mirror. It was no secret what had happened over the summer at Addie’s going away party. Louis had blamed Rhydian but he hadn’t cared. There had been no use in arguing. But just because he had accepted his father’s lame punishment of having to sit at a table with him -probably what he would have been stuck doing anyway- that didn’t mean the Slytherin didn’t blame Maggie Stonefyre for him getting in trouble to begin with.

Rhydian wasn’t the forgiving type, and Owena was probably sensing her brother was scheming, but  Merlin did she have no idea what was in store for the weirdo snake bitch was in for. Maggie was a nice girl, according to Owena, ‘a Hufflepuff’ Owena had stated, dragging the house name out, her eyes reflecting exasperation. She believed no Hufflepuff was rotten to their core. And Rhydian supposed Maggie wasn’t rotten to her core, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t deserving of justice.

He started picking on Maggie the first day of classes. He found them sharing a bench in Potions oddly enough, other students were weary of the snake that curled itself around her body. Rhydian had learned the snake was passive enough though and so he took the opportunity and grabbed the seat next to her. They hadn’t spoken, but she had gone to the loo which allowed Rhydian ample time to poor a sickly smelling sap into her book bag. He had been carrying it around of hopes  of seeing her.

He expected to give her a hard time for a week or so, then move on. Just enough to upset the girl. Rhydian however did not expect retaliation. Perhaps he should have, looking back on the event over the summer, but he had assumed the gun had been Hads’ idea, she could be a wicked little thing Rhydian had observed. But you know what they say about hindsight; it’s always twenty-twenty. Maggie came back at Rhydian was a vengeance, pouring the same sap in his trunk and on his bed, he had no idea how she got in his dorm. From their things escalated to name calling, to school work sabotaging, and it was now to the point they were hexing each other in the corridors much the frustration of their Professors. They could hardly stand each other, Maggie and Rhydian to the point their anger was on sight. Peers knew to stay out of their way if they noticed the pair glaring at each other and drawing their wands. 

It landed them in detention more than once, but the Professors were loosing their patience. It wasn’t very fair either that they favored Maggie over Rhydian, especially the Arithmancy Professor who was particularly defensive of the annoying witch. But Rhydian couldn’t let it go even though he had received angry letters and phone calls from his parents by now about how often he was getting in trouble. Even Addie had written inquiring what it was that was upsetting her brother so much. He didn’t write back. Rhydian had always been a difficult and was in and out of trouble most of his school career but no one thought this fixation he had on ruining Maggie Stonefyre’s day was healthy. 

Eventually the Professors decided if the two couldn’t resolve their differences on their own, they would force them to do so. And so as a pair, the two were sent into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid to tend to the Unicorns. Rhydian doubted it would go well, the whole thing was ludicrous. How was he, a boy, supposed to even see the unicorns?! How had Hagrid been feeding them to begin with?! It didn’t make any sense. 

“Yer Grandfather Ron-”

“Bill. My grandfather is Bill. Ron’s my great uncle.” Rhydian had reminded the half giant gently. He was getting very old, Hagrid, forgetful. He had enough wit however to recognize a Weasley when he saw one. His father having been close with Harry and Ron’s respective children, Auntie Rose and Uncle Shithead, had known the half giant well in their time at Hogwarts. And he was kind, Rhydian noted, in a way that was quite rare.

The two spoke about family and Great Uncle Harry’s heroism until they were joined under the stars at the edge on the Forrest by Maggie. Hagrid gave a small lantern to each of them a bid them to follow after him into the woods. 

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“A Devil’s Love” Chapter 1: All Bad Things, I Promise

Description: Chloe's best friend is back, and Lucifer's charm can't seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something...more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]

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AN: Updated March 14, 2020 - Grammar AN: Updated July 14, 2020 - Grammar

Rating: G Warnings: None

Show Timeline: Season 2 episode 4

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“Ladies and Gentlemen! We have arrived at our destination at the Los Angeles International Airport. We hope you enjoyed your flight and hope you ride with us again!” A smack to your chest wakes you from a deep slumber.

“Ms. Earth! We've landed. Can we please hurry off this plane?” your assistant, Alice Green, pleads to you.

“Geez, Ali,” you groan while stretching in your very comfy first-class seat, “The whole reason I got us first class was so you'd be more comfortable.”

“Over 6 hours, Ms.”

You yawn, “Alright, alright. Let's get off. I'm eager to go too, actually.” You give Alice the shooing motion and she's more than happy to oblige.

After grabbing your luggage from the always too fast conveyor belt, you treat Alice to the most elegant airport food you can imagine: McDonald's. As she went to town on her banquet you call a cab to pick you up in thirty minutes, then stare at a blank text message screen.

“You ok?” Alice asks after swallowing a mouth full of chicken nuggets.

“You know, it amazes me how you can eat like a potbelly pig and still be a size three,” Alice raises an eyebrow at you while stuffing more in her mouth. You sigh, “Should I text her now? Or just surprise her at work?”

“You've told me before that she usually doesn't like to be interrupted when on duty.”

“Yeah, you're right.” You start to form a devilish grin on your face and place your phone back in your purse, “Her job it is then!”

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“Seriously, Detective! Name three friends you could have drinks with right now,” Lucifer Morningstar pokes at Detective Chloe Decker.

“Well, I can't name three,” replies Chloe rolling her eyes, “I can name one, but she's on the other side of the country.” She pulls the car up to the crime scene and parks.

“Wait, you actually have a friend?” Lucifer smiles cockily. Chloe gives him an annoyance stare then gets out of the car, walking quickly inside the crime circle.

“Well, you need to make more friends! Especially since now I know it seems you're capable of doing so." Lucifer, very easily with his long legs, strides right next to her, “Stress is a terrible ager, Detective. Go to a bar, get drunk, and talk about your woes to the patrons! I promise it'll make you feel better.”

“Talk about my impending divorce and possible homelessness with an eight-year-old daughter to complete strangers? Yeah. Sounds super relaxing.”

“Doesn't it?” Lucifer smiles that grin again and Chloe responds with a pissed-off expression. Thankfully, Detective Dan Espinoza cuts in with the crime details.

“We've got a young female. COD unknown.” Dan looks back and forth between Lucifer and Chloe before settling on her.

“ID?”

“None,” Dan says with a sigh, “No personal belongings. Only thing of note is a triangular ink stamp on the inside of her wrist.”

“Oh wait, I think I can actually help here!” Lucifer stops the men carrying the woman's body and points to the stamp, “This is a very common thing you'd see at a nightclub. You know,” Lucifer looks at Chloe and raises his brows, “where people go to have fun.”

“And then get killed. Yeah, mhm.” Chloe shakes her head at her partner.

“Well, that part usually doesn't happen.” Lucifer pulls his phone out, all attention now on the tiny device.

“We did find an abandoned vehicle registered as an Uber.” Dan steps in, “No driver.”

Chloe nods in thought, then grabs Lucifer's phone and starts searching, “I was searching safe nightclubs for you Detective! Other than my own, of course.”

“Uber IDs are usually linked to the driver's phone,” Chloe says, ignoring Lucifer, “not the car, and now we've got his number...Looks like our guy is on the corner of Crescent & Third.”

“Impressive.” Lucifer smiles down at his partner.

“Yeah, it's called police work,” Chloe replies, hiding a smile as she hands him back his phone.

Lucifer places the phone in front of his mouth, “Let's solve a murder!” “I can assist you with that.” “Ha! You have to love these things!”

“Lucifer-” but before Chloe could scold him one of the K9s on scene starts to bark. The three of them look over in that direction and see an officer having trouble controlling the dog.

“I thought those things were supposed to be trained.” Lucifer cringes.

“That's Buster. Just turned a year old and still training.” Dan answers. The poor officer can't control Buster any longer, and the dog snaps free and runs to an approaching party.

“Oh my-” Chloe's eyes go wide.

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“Well hey there little guy!” You smile as Buster jumps on you and licks your face. Alice smiles and softly laughs, “You completely ruined my cover, dude! I was planning on sneaking up on my old BFF.” Buster whines softly, “Aw, it's not a problem bud. Now go back to your officer.” You point towards the officer, who looks completely embarrassed, and Buster follows your command.

You look to Chloe, smile and wave, “Hey Chlo-Chlo! Long time no see, huh?”

“Earth?!” Chloe gets the biggest smile on her face and rushes over to you. The two of you have what looks to be the biggest, and tightest, hug in the world.

“Well I'll be damned,” Dan says softly, then smiles and walks towards the trio of women. Leaving behind a very confused Devil.

“What are you doing here, Earth?!” Chloe smiles and holds onto your hands.

“Business over in New York is in good hands now. So I figured, why not open up a vet on the other side of the country too?” You smile and squeeze Chloe's hands, “Plus I get to be back home, work on my K9s again, oh yeah! And be with my BFF.” Chloe smiles and embraces you once more.

“Hey, Earth,” Dan comes up and holds out his hand, “It's good to see you back.”

“Daniel,” you accept his handshake and respond coolly, “You're lucky you brought Trixie into the world. Otherwise, I'd be living up to the threat I gave you at the wedding.”

“Yeah…”

Lucifer coughs.

“Oh, right,” Chloe composes herself, “Earth, this is Lucifer Morningstar the LAPD civilian consultant.”

“And her partner,” Lucifer smiles at you and holds out his hand.

“Ah, so you're the weirdo who thinks he's the Devil!” You smile back and accept his handshake, “Chloe's told me a lot about you. All bad things, I promise.”

“Is that so?” Lucifer's smile grows, “Well I wish I could say the same about you my dear, but I'm afraid the Detective has never mentioned you. Well,” Lucifer side glances to Chloe, “not until the ride over here.”

“Perfect timing then,” you reply, “and I'm not surprised she hasn't talked about me. She's very hush-hush about her childhood.”

“Yes, I've noticed that.”

“Earth!” Chloe eagerly moves the conversation in another direction, “Who's your friend?”

“This is my rising prodigy and assistant, Alice Green!” You properly introduce her to everyone.

“It's nice to meet you all!” Alice shakes everyone's hand, lingering longer on Lucifer.

“Nice to meet you too, darling.” Lucifer smiles seductively at your assistant, and you can see her blush.

“So!” You clap your hands together loudly, knocking Alice out of her daze, “I just came to say I'm back. Go on, go back to your investigation.” You make the shooing motion once more, “We're going to head to our hotel and get some rest. Going back in time is sooo draining. Text me when you're done and free to hang out, Chloe!” You wave your goodbyes then push Alice back to the cab.

“Well, Detective,” Lucifer smiles down at her, “Looks like you've got no excuse now not to go have fun.”

“Looks like it.” Chloe smiles back.

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The music's popping in Lux. People dancing, talking, and making-out all around the place. Everyone looks to be having the time of their life.

All except for a certain Detective who has yet to de-stress.

“...there was tissue damage to Daria's stomach lining caused by liquid nitrogen, the stuff that makes those fancy cocktails smoke. It's probably how she ingested the poison-”

“Amazing work as always Detective,” Lucifer interrupts her, “but you just made my trio sha-bang run away.” Lucifer looks longingly at the trio of beautiful women who are no longer in his arms.

“Second,” Chloe continues like she hasn't even heard him, “I assumed that Daria was at a club on Gower and we found an abandoned building on the corner. The place looked like it had a party recently.” Chloe moves over to one of the small tables by the bar as she talks, looking over the paperwork.

“Fascinating,” Lucifer says sarcastically, following her.

“I was wondering if you could make some phone calls to help me out?” Chloe looks to Lucifer, “You know, since you seem to have your fingers on the pulse.”

“I'd much rather be pulsing-”

“I know that hood.” Mazikeen Smith, Lucifer's demon bodyguard, was listening in from the bar, “There's a great tiki bar across the street from that building. I know the bartender.” Maze downs her drink.

“I'm not surprised.” Chloe shakes her head.

“Let's go have a drink there. Ask about the dead girls.” Maze pushes.

“That sounds like a very good lead, Detective!” Lucifer's smile practically covers his entire face.

“Did I just hear you guys talk about that tiki bar on Gower?” Ella Lopez, an LAPD forensic scientist, comes back from dehydrating in the bathroom, “I love their pina coladas!”

“See that Detective?” Lucifer smiles at Chloe as he takes a swing of a drink a waiter just gave him, “Why don't you text that lovely friend of yours too?”

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“Got to say, I'm surprised you guys didn't realize that this was Chloe's idea of a ‘girls night'.” You sit next to Maze and Ella, who Chloe briefly introduced you to before she ran off to ask questions of the patrons about her case.

Maze's eye roll was practically a growl, and Ella just smiles and shrugs her shoulders while she finishes her second pina colada.

“Well, I did manage to gain some new info.” Chloe finally returns to the bar and sits next to you. She opens up her case file and starts to go through the papers again, “The bartender said something was going on in that building. I put a call in for a warrant to the judge. Just waiting to hear back.”

“Great,” Maze forces a smile and shoves Chloe's abandoned drink into her hand, “have a drink!”

“Uh, no. I think I'm going to call it a night,” Chloe starts to pack up her paperwork, but you grab her left wrist to stop her.

“But I just got here!”

“Sorry, Earth...look we can-”

“Hey ladies.” Dr. Linda Martin, the Devil's therapist, gives a concerned smile as she sits next to Chloe.

“Linda?” Chloe looks shocked, “What are you doing here?”

“Maze texted me saying it's girls night.” Chloe looks over at Maze who just shrugs and motions again to the abandoned drink.

“Sorry Linda, but-”

“Oh no no no, now I'm stepping in!” You snap and Chloe looks at you, “Look Chloe, you've done all you can for tonight, and I know you've got a lot on your mind right now. Your weird partner is right.” You put a hand on Chloe's shoulder and squeeze, “You need to have fun and relax.”

“I agree.” Linda nods and you two formally introduce each other while Maze and Ella both share their agreement. Defeated, Chloe sighs, sits down, and slowly starts to sip her drink.

For a first night out since being back in LA, you aren't surprised that it turned into a bar fight. First it started slow, with the group sharing something about themselves or what was on their mind, and that seemed to make Chloe more comfortable. Then two drinks became four, and you find yourself singing terrible karaoke with the girls even though you only drank water. Maze tried to make you drink and you responded with, “You're here to get Chloe drunk, not me. I saw that phone picture to him.” Which seemed to shut her up, but she glared at you the rest of the night.

The fight broke loose when the detective in Chloe came back in full force. She noticed some slum of a guy with the same triangular stamp on the wrist and brought him over to question with Ella. Then, the slum's girlfriend comes up and just punches Chloe. You and Maze didn't stand for that and started fighting the people in the bar, while Linda hid under the bar table and Ella splashed water on people. When everything finally calmed down Maze stopped glaring at you and instead gave you a look of approval for your fighting skills.

Chloe got even more info on her case from the slum. He said the place he got the stamp was a sex club party that always moves to different places each night.

As the group dispersed, Chloe stopped you and said she will text you to meet at her mom's when she's officially over with the case.

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“I can't believe it was all a setup!” Chloe complains while she pours you and her a glass of water. You take a sip of the water and continue to listen to her ranting, “‘You need to go make friends, Detective’,” Chloe mocks Lucifer's voice, “‘Go get drunk and forget about your woes’,” Chloe sighs and slumps into the couch next to you, “Now, thanks to that drunkenness, I'm going to have Maze as a roommate.”

“I don't think it's so bad.”

“You've only known Maze for a night, and you can basically grasp her personality from that.”

“Aw, come on Chlo!” You nudge her leg with your own, “Yeah she seems kind of...scary, but she's an amazing fighter. Good protection for you and Trixie,” you take another sip of water, “and besides,” you wrap an arm around Chloe's shoulder, “Lucifer may have set it up, but you did have fun and de-stressed right?”

Chloe sighs and lays her head on your shoulder, “Yeah, I did.”

“See?” You smile and rest your head on hers, “And now you have a good group of girls to have drinks with on your own. You know…” You swirl your water in the glass, “I was scared when you told me about your new partner. I thought, ‘How could a guy who calls himself the Devil be good for my Chlo?’” You sit up and look Chloe in the eyes, “But I think...he's actually a good guy. A nice guy.”

“Yeah,” Chloe smiles warmly at you, “he is.”

“Good.” You cough, “So,” you place your water on the coffee table, “is it more than just partnership?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

Chloe laughs at you and smacks your arm, “No! Absolutely not!” You both have a good laugh before settling down.

You two talk for an hour before Chloe informs you she has to go pick up Trixie from school. You both say your goodbyes at the door, but Chloe stops you:

“Hey, Earth?” She looks and sounds concerned.

“Yeah?” You look back at her through the doorway.

“You sure you'll be alright coming back here? I mean…”

“Don't worry, Chloe."  You give her a reassuring smile, “I've dealt with my demons.”

“Okay, good, but you know if you ever need someone to talk to come to me.” Chloe smiles then looks like a light bulb clicked on in her head, “Or if you need a new therapist, I do recommend Linda. It may not seem like she's good since she's his therapist and he still insists on being the ‘Devil’, but she has helped Lucifer with other problems.”

“Thanks, Chlo. I'll think about it.” You smile and wave before you head to your rental and she to her own car.

“Yeah,” you say to yourself as you start up the engine, “it's good to be back.”

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