#it was frustrating because i went in fight or flight

[aphroditesmoon]

heyy for the clarisse head cannons, maybe a enemies to lovers w clarisse

enemies to lovers hcs with clarisse

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

warnings: fighting, mild violence, kissing.

- I feel like you would probably be in athena cabin or hermes, (or whichever ur prefer)

- clarisse has a lot of people who hate her, but no one brave enough to challenge he, until she met you.

- the two of you match eachother's skills, and it's frustrating for clarisse to admit that you're actually good.

- "you really think you're all that, don't you?"

- "of course not, we both know no ones better than you, clarisse."

- you probably meant it literally, but everyone watching laughs anyway.

- everytime you spar with her, its not because you want to humiliate her but simply because you're intrigued by clarisse.

she was an angry, violent girl, and you wondered deep down if that was the only side of her that existed.

- she doesn't know that ofc.

- she thinks everytime you try to be funny or nice to her, you're just being patronizing.

- for example, when you tell her she's not that bad or try to help her up after you win she's sure that you meant it in a mocking way.

- that was until she got beef with the new kid percy jackson and he broke her spear 💀

- when you found her alone in the ares cabin while everyone's eating dinner, you tried to comfort her. she doesn't appreciate the notion.

- "you shouldn't have went after him, clarisse." you told her.

- "how was I supposed to know he was a son of the big three?" she snapped back, refusing to look anywhere else but atnthe spear.

- the cabin was sileny for a moment before yoi spoke again, "maybe you could give it over to the haphaestus kids, they could fix it."

- "this is a magical spear, not a normal one." she answers back.

- she assumed you came to gloat, to tell her she deserved it, to call her a bully like everyone else did, but she was weirdly comforted by your presence instead. she didn't have to lie or pretend to be strong in front of you, something she learned of after a few months in of sparring with you is that you wouldn't hit someone during their weakest.

- "I remember the first gift my mom/dad gave me when I first got here. a knife, It meant so much to me, but I didn't know that it wasn't invincible, I broke it while trying to pull it out of a tree after I accidentally staked it into."

- clarisse was quiet for a moment before turning to you with a frown and said: "that's so stupid."

- you smiled at her and nodded your head. "yeah it was." she smiled back at you and shook her head. "I can't believe thats the same person who beat my ass last week."

- your eyes widened. "I can't believe you're actually admitting that I've beat your ass." she scoffed at that.

- "how did it end up in the tree anyways?" She asked. you blinked for a few times and reluctantly responded, "I tried to carve my name onto the tree." you could tell clarisse was so baffled by it that she wanted to laugh, but instead she just stared at you with her mouth wide open.

- "thats-" "stupid, yeah, you already said that."

- "carving your name on a tree? really? what, were you 10 years old or something?"

- you were 10. "I was 10 actually." "oh." her face relaxed, all of it finally making sense.

- "anyways, what I mean is, at least your spear went out in a fight. I'm sure your father must be really proud of you."

- clarisse looked away immediately, as if the idea of her father at all, hurted her.

- "you know nothing about my father."

- you shrugged and sat next to her on her bed. "I don't, but I know you. and I'd say you did pretty damn well.".

- you expected her to snap at you again, that was her thing, confronted by kindness or any kind of empathy, fight or flight. but instead she smiled sadly at you. "you think so?"

- you answered yes and inched closer to her. "everyone at camp is either scared of you, or they respect you. that respect didn't come out of nowhere."

- clarisse nodded her head, staring back down at the spear on her lap. "do you really think they can fix it?"

- "it's worth a try." you told her.

- the next time you see her was the following day after she and the other cabin leaders were gathered together for Percy to choose for his quest.

- you noticed she still tries ti act cold with you, but she was less meaner than before.

- "chiron gathered the best of the best to join the quest." she had told you when you asked her where she went.

- "and he asked you to be there?"

- "what, you don't think im good all of the sudden?" she asks, glaring at you.

- you rolled your eyes at her. "I know you're good, but I also know that you tried to kill Percy yesterday, not exactly team spirit is it?"

- she considered it for a moment and shrugged. "who cares, at least that punk will be gone for a while. everything can go back to normal." you follow her as she walked out of the cabin with a normal spear.

- "normal as in?"

- "normal as in, I'm going to kick your ass."

- the two of you sparred for an hour and a half, you wont say that you were holding back today, but you weren't exactly giving her your all. you liked to see the eay she smiled everytime she won, even if it was annoyingly smug.

- that same night, rumors were going around that clarisse was going soft. breaking her infamous spear, befriending her nemesis.

- "we're not friends," she told her cabin siblings. "It's not my fault she's obsessed with me."

- when word got out about what she said, you decided that maybe trying to get to know clarisse was a bad idea. not really being the confrontational kind of person, you just stopped talkiing to her.

- it was a few days later when she went out of her way to find you. all the cabins were in disarray. they were all choosing sides between zeus and poseidon after the news broke that the two powerful gods we're against eachother.

- uncharacteristically, clarisse aided with poseidon. she weighed her choices as cabin leader and daughter of ares and decided it was the best option

- (if you're a daughter of athena) then, you sided with zeus. athena is known to having feud with the god poseidon, and you would side your mother.

- (if you're in the other cabins), then you just use the feud as an excuse to not talk to her, claiming that all kinds of provocative interaction should be kept om a liminal time.

- clarisse found you in the bathroom and tried to get you to listen to her.

- "you're saying that this feud bothers you so much that you've just completely stopped talking to me?"

- "I think, that I'd like to stop being so obsessed with you, considering it was you who said that you wanted me out of your hair."

- she chased after you as you walked out of the bathroom and pulled you to the side.

- " I didn't mean it that way." she was lying and you both knew that.

- "you know what your problem is clarisse? you care so much of what other people think of you, what their perception of you is like. people who wouldn't blink twice if you were in danger. but what about the people who do care about you? the people who want to keep caring about you?"

- your words caught her off guard, she knew it was her fault but she didn't think as far as you had said.

- "I care about you too." she says honestly.

- "you don't hurt people you care about." and she knew that. she knew what it felt like to be scorned and hated by the person you love. and clarisse la rue, will not be like her father.

- "give me one chance to make it up to you, let us start over again." she pleaded.

- you might resent her for what she had done, but that doesn't mean you're immune to her wishes. "one chance."

- "one chance." she agreed.

- the next day, while everyone was out practising, she finda you helping a younger girl in your camp with her stance in fighting and called you to the side.

- "I got something for you." she said.

- the two of you walked a bit further away from other people but she stopped and pull out something from her pocket.

- "the haphaestus kids couldn't fix my spear, but I did get them to work out something new for you."

- it was a knife, similar to your old on2, but the engraved heart shape on the black holder was different. The holder was made if rubbee, easier to grip, and the tip was sharper than anything you've seen.

- "this is for me?" she nodded and placed it into your right palm.

- "it's not magical, but it'll be useful."

- you did not hesitate to pull her by the back of her head to lean down and meet your lips halfway.

- and she did not hesitate to wrap her own arms around your nwck and waist to kiss you back just as strongly.

- "I'm gonna get laughed at for this aren't I?" she muttered against your lips as she pulls away slightly.

- "not something you can't handle." you decided with a small smile on your lips.

- "right, definitely not something I can't handle." she agreed.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #pjo series #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #the lightning thief #dior goodjohn #wlw

[letstrip13]

✈️ - mile high

reader x matt

summary: when you and matt can't wait to get off a long flight home, you end up joining the mile high club

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, use of "baby," public sex, kind of getting caught

word count: 1,033

author's note: i've already posted my masterlist and about me by the time this is out. i don't think i'll have much time to write this week because i'll be busy with school but i have lots of fics coming up eventually

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it had been a long week for you and the triplets, especially for you and matt. you went home to boston with them and you got to meet your boyfriend's parents for the first time. it went even better than you had expected, you guys had gotten along really well. but there was just one thing. during your stay, they had a clear “no sex in the house” rule, which was understandable. but the thing that bothered you most about it was the fact that you and matt couldn't sleep in the same room. of course you weren't going to put up a fight with his mom and dad about this since you were a guest in their house, so you just slept alone.

you were able to spend time with matt but you rarely got a moment alone. if you did, it was very short-lived. with so many people in the house, you two couldn't find time for yourselves. by the end of the trip, you were both extremely sexually frustrated.

now, you're on a flight back home. all four of you in the same row; matt in the aisle seat, you beside him, nick next to you, and chris in the window seat, snoring lightly with his head on nick's shoulder. you'd already been on for a couple of hours and you would be for a couple more.

this whole time, matt had been really touchy, constantly rubbing your thighs or holding your hand or placing light kisses on the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders. you hadn't reacted too much, just giving his hand a squeeze or occasionally kissing him on the cheek. you knew that if you did, things could easily escalate. you'd both been waiting to get home and rip each other's clothes off for a while now. you just had to hold out for a few more hours.

you soon grow bored of the movie you were watching and you give matt the same sort of lingering touches he was giving you. your hand starts on his thigh and subtly inches upwards until you can feel the bulge tenting his sweatpants. he squirms in his seat and you can hear his breathing getting heavier. you make sure nick isn't paying attention to you two, luckily he's clueless as to what's going on. you turn your attention back to matt and you tease him by rubbing him through the fabric. he bites his bottom lip to stifle any noises as he grabs your wrist to stop you. he leans in close and whispers in your ear, “i can't wait until we get home. meet me in the bathroom.” without waiting for you to respond, he gets up and walks in the direction of the bathrooms.

you watch him go into one, shutting the door behind him. you quickly follow him, leaving his oblivious brothers behind. you barely have time to lock the door before matt picks you up and sits you on the counter, giving you a heated passionate kiss. you two are immediately lost in the moment, pulling at each other's hair and moaning into the kiss. “i missed this,” you whisper against his lips. “me too,” he whispers back.

“i need to taste you, baby.” he tugs your pants down while you help him by lifting your hips. he pulls your panties down just as fast and crouches down quickly, burying his face in your pussy and eating you out like a starved man. he doesn't waste any time, licking all your most sensitive spots. “fuck, matt-” you moan. he pauses and looks up at you. “shhh, i need you to stay quiet for me. can you do that?” you nod and he goes back to what he doing.

after about a minute, he stands up and tugs his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. “i'm sorry, baby. i can't wait anymore.” “it's okay, i can't either. i need you inside me. it's been too long.” he enters you without hesitation and captures your lips in a heated, messy kiss to keep you both quiet.

he doesn't give you any time to adjust to his size after the week-long break from this, his thrusts immediately getting quick and sloppy. he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit to bring you closer to the edge. his kisses swallow your moans and vice versa.

since tensions were so high between you, it doesn't take long to finish together, your walls clenching around his cock as he's shooting his release inside you. he whispers in your ear, “i'm sorry i finished so fast, baby. i'll do it better when we get home.” “it's okay,” you whisper back, “you still did good.” you press a quick kiss to his lips before he pulls out. he cleans you both up with some paper towels then pulls his boxers and sweatpants back up. you get off the counter, fixing your own clothes.

he gives you one more kiss before exiting the bathroom, you following about thirty seconds behind him to not seem so suspicious. you both return to your seats and nick gives you a weird look. “where were you guys?” “bathroom.” “taking a walk,” you answer in unison. “okaaay..” he goes back to his movie.

suddenly a man's voice comes over the speakers, making an announcement, “hello, passengers. just a reminder, the bathrooms are only meant for one person at a time, and we strongly advise you to follow the flight rules,” you and matt look at each other, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “but congratulations to the couple who joined the mile high club.”

nick puts two and two together, realizing that you and matt are the couple. “ewww! you guys really couldn't wait until we got home?” matt chuckles and shakes his head. chris wakes up and rubs his eyes. “what happened?” “these weirdos fucked in the bathroom.” you hit his arm lightly. "nick-” “what? everyone knows already. you two weren’t subtle about it either.” you bury your face in matt's shoulder out of embarrassment and you both do your best to block out his brothers’ teasing for the rest of the flight.

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#matt x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo oneshot

[lazycats-stuff]

Hey, can I request Bruce x ex-villain reader, where Bruce needs some information/help so he goes to find the reader (who let Bruce find him) to negotiate. The reader isn't really that keen to go back to the whole action scene because he lives a real comfortablelife at some island or soemthing, but Bruce makes an offer the reader can't really say no to

Of course anon. Why do I feel like this would be me? Hm... Also, sorry this took so long.

Summary: Bruce offers something that (Y/N) can't offer for intel.

Warnings: nothing bad... Maybe some cursing.

Intel was something precious. Something that can be life and death in the vigilante world, especially if you are after terrorists or a bigger threat in the world to keep it safe. Of course, intel doesn't come without a price. Those who know things use that knowledge as a bartering chip in order to get what they want.

Bruce knew that all too well.

As of now, he needed intel. There was only a single problem in this case. (Y/N) (L/N). He is a former villain that has decided to retire to somewhere in the world. Where is that somewhere? Bruce didn't know. (Y/N) and Bruce had a respect-hate relationship. While the two really hated each other, but had a way to respect one another.

After their last fight, (Y/N) had dropped a bomb that he was retiring, saying that he was bored of being a villain. Bruce nearly had a heart attack when he heard that and was curious as to why. Why a sudden change of heart?

Either way, after that night, (Y/N) was gone. Bruce a little bit sad. It was very fun fighting with (Y/N), playing mind games, trying to rattle one another. And one think that Bruce loved about (Y/N) was the fact that he didn't go after his sons. In fact, he saved them a few times.

However, (Y/N) was still in loop when it came to intel. Bruce had a few theories as to why, but Bruce thought it was to stay safe and move if necessary. And more importantly, he was impossible to find. Bruce has tried, but couldn't fine him for the life of him.

It was frustrating and yet, impressive at the same time. Nobody has been able to hide from him that well and it wasn't funny at this point. And Bruce would leave (Y/N) alone. Would, but he needs intel and only (Y/N) has it. So... He had to find (Y/N) and do whatever it takes to get that intel.

And after weeks of searching, he found (Y/N). It was a private island, of course. Bruce got into his plane, suit and off he went. It was a long flight, but he had nothing but time to think about all of this. How does he approach this? He has to offer (Y/N) something in return for the intel.

Money? (Y/N) has a shit ton of it if he has his own private island in the middle of nowhere, in the ocean. Like... He has a big amount of money... Not money it seems. Maybe something...

Something he could bring back...

What was he going to bring to the table? Bruce chuckled to himself as I looked at the ocean underneath him. There is something else going on between (Y/N) and Bruce. They knew each others identities and there was something more than just being enemies. Before (Y/N) retired, the two started being more civil and...

There was something that Bruce couldn't pinpoint for the life of him. There was something that made Bruce feel truly alive, adrenaline coursing through his veins... Something electric. (Y/N) was also affected by it, but the two men would rather die than show it towards one another.

Maybe... He could on that. He could use that to get intel. But that will only work it (Y/N) shares the same feelings. Oh, if only he knew. Bruce landed on an empty piece of land, where (Y/N) was waiting already, in his swim shorts and a cigar in his mouth. He watched in silence as Bruce stepped out of his plane.

" You have been difficult to find. " Bruce said as he stepped out into the warm weather, taking his cowl off.

" For the record, I allowed you to find me and you know it Bruce. So, what brings you to my humble island? " (Y/N) asked before taking a long drag of his cigar, leading the way to his manor. Bruce followed, quickly walking alongside him.

" I think you know why I need help. " Bruce said and (Y/N) chuckled quietly as he let out the smoke of his cigar.

" You are right, I do know why. However, " (Y/N) said as he opened the door to his mansion. Bruce saw how there was so much natural light and thought how nice it is to have so much sunlight. You can be lucky if there is sun in Gotham city.

" So Bruce... What can you give me in exchange for the intel you need? " (Y/N) asked as he finished his cigar, moving to pour himself some whiskey.

" Something that I think you can't resist. " Bruce said coolly and smirked as (Y/N) raised his brow."

" And what would that be? "

" I know you didn't want to retire. I know you are itching to get out of it. And I know you are tired of being a villain. Maybe you can be a hero for a change... Maybe we can finally act on our feelings we tried to bury. "

Bruce watched (Y/N) intently. His breath hitched for a moment and he looked away for a moment.

" How in God's name did you know? "

" Maybe because I'm the world's greatest detective. " Bruce replied and (Y/N) huffed.

" Don't flatter yourself. " (Y/N) said with faux annoyance and Bruce stopped smirking.

" Is that the reason why you retired? To bury those feelings? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

" No... I was actually tired of being a bad guy. It's not as fun anymore."

Bruce chuckled at that. Of course.

" Really? "

" Yup. You blow up a few buildings here and there, mess with you... But it's not fun anymore. " (Y/N) shrugged his shoulders.

" Maybe we can work together. " Bruce suggested, leaning on the counter.

" Is that a way of getting into my pants? " (Y/N) asked and Bruce shook his head with a chuckle.

" No it's not. "

" You sure? You are a playboy after all. " (Y/N) said as he sipped his whiskey slowly.

" Not anymore. Haven't been in the game for a while. " Bruce shrugged his shoulders and (Y/N) chuckled quietly.

" If I chose to accept it, does it mean I would have to work with the Justice League? "

" Not if you don't want to. " Bruce answered softly and (Y/N) relaxed a little bit. He put the glass down, the sound resonating in the now quiet kitchen.

" Well, that is something I can't refuse... You really caught me off guard. " (Y/N) said laughing, leaning on the counter of his kitchen.

" Does this mean I get my intel too? " Bruce chuckled and (Y/N) nodded.

" I guess so. "

" So when can I expect you in Gotham? " Bruce asked softly and (Y/N) tilted his head in thought.

" Next week. I need to make a few arrangements and then I'll come. "

Bruce nodded and watched (Y/N) with a small smile. " Can I kiss you?" Bruce asked him and (Y/N) nodded, moving closer to Bruce.

Bruce gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling back with a smile. " See you in a week (Y/N). "

(Y/N) chuckled, pouring himself more whiskey. " See you in a week. "

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader

[talaok]

ok first of all, I love your writing!!! a scenario just popped into my head and I found it so funny, the reader and Pedro have been dating for some time, Pedro doesn't want to have children but you were always good with children and after a children's party you went together and he realized (or thought) that you were strange when interacting with the children (which would be just tiredness) made him nervous and anxious thinking that you were frustrated because you wanted children and he didn't, during the night he can barely sleep and that means he gets up early and being impatient waiting for you to wake up, and at the first sign that you are waking up the first thing he says is: be honest, do you want to have children? and the reader is confused like dude it’s 7 am wtf??? I leave her answer and the end up to you and your incredible imagination, kisses 💋

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: no bc bestie I genuinely love this idea so much like omg im sorry if i didn't do it justice but tomorrow im getting some very fucking important news and my mind is a bit all over the place

"Auntie!" 

Your beaming niece ran to you as soon as soon as you stepped into the backyard.

"There's the birthday girl!" you grinned, picking Nora up to give her a tight hug

"I missed you!" she squealed, as her small arms reached around your neck "You never visit anymore"

You snorted "Did your mom tell you to say that?"

The way your sister was biting down a grin told you all you needed to know.

"no" she mumbled, making you huff a laugh.

Your sister was raising the perfect actress.

"Well aren't you miss popular?" you gasped, looking around at all the children running around the place "These all your friends?" you asked, as she turned to follow your gaze

"yep" she nodded proudly "I basically know every kid at school"

"well there's something you didn't take from your mom..." you joked, raising your eyebrows at your sister

"hey!" she shot you a look

"I'm just saying" you shrugged "I don't remember your birthday parties being this big"

"oh shut up, you're one to talk" she rolled her eyes.

"hi Pedro!" Nora noticed him as he walked into the backyard with your sister's husband.

"hi Nora" he smiled, walking closer

"Is it your fault that y/n never visits anymore?"

Pedro was very much taken aback by the bluntness, but all you could do was chuckle.

"oh my god, I'm so sorry" your sister intervened, taking her daughter from you "Here why don't you go play with your friends?" she suggested, making her comply immediately.

"I swear I didn't tell her to say that" she promised, looking as mortified as she sounded.

"I know Alice" you grinned "don't worry"

"I'm sorry Pedro" she turned to him nonetheless.

"It's fine" he smiled that charming smile of his 

"Nora's just very..."

"Exuberant" her husband finished the sentence for her

"yes, exactly" she nodded

You laughed softly "That's definitely one way to put it"

The next hour was spent chatting at one of the tables Jeremy, your sister's husband, had set up on the lawn, and as you talked and ate, and drank more champagne than water the tiredness started to really make itself heard.

The flight from LA to Washington was six hours and a half, so you had to travel during the night, and as much as you wanted to sleep during it, you never were able to do so on planes.

So you were basically only running on coffee, and not even the good kind, no, the shitty airport one.

A tug at your hand brought you out of your own thoughts.

"Auntie!" your niece was saying

"sorry" you smiled down at her, setting your glass down "What's up sweetie?"

"come play Simon says!"

You had to fight the urge to groan. The last thing you wanted to do right now was to play a game with a bunch of screaming children.

"right now?" you asked

"Yes"

"but-"

"c'mooon," Nora moaned, jumping up and down a bit "I want you to meet my friends"

You sighed slightly as you stood up 

"lead the way birthday girl"

And as you disappeared behind a tree, dragged by your own niece, Pedro couldn't help but think

That was weird

And that same thought continued making its way into his mind over and over again.

You've never hesitated when it came to playing with Nora, you loved that kid so much you would have given her the world on a silver platter had she just said the word.

You weren't constantly taking pictures of her because you "wanted to remember every single moment with her" as you insisted every time, you weren't smiling every time you just looked at her either, and you weren't even entertaining the kids like you always did.

Fuck, Jacob and Alice used to tease you every time saying that they didn't need entertainers for her parties when you were there, that's how good you were with children.

Not that today you weren't good with them, Pedro could see and hear the laughs you'd elicit from the small crowd, but still, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong... and that he had something to do with it.

You were asleep beside him, and he didn't know if it was because you were in your sister's guest room and not in your own bedroom, or if was because guilt was clawing at him from within, but as much as he tried to sleep, his body opposed to it.

He was looking at you... so peaceful, so pretty, so beautiful and all he could feel was guilty.

He had racked his brain as to why you were acting weird for hours and then finally, thirty minutes ago he'd finally got it.

It was his fault

Of course, it was.

The only thing that had changed since you last saw Nora, was that talk you'd had that day at the park.

God, he was so goddamn stupid.

"Another reason as to why I don't want children" 

He'd said it so casually too, as a stupid joke, like it was nothing, without even thinking that maybe that's not what you wanted, that maybe he was ruining everything.

And now he'd fucked everything up, and panic was rising in his chest so fast that he worried in mere minutes he was gonna go into cardiac arrest.

And yes you'd told him you didn't want children too, but maybe you just said it because that's what he said and you probably hated him and-

Fuck were you ever gonna wake up?

he had thought about doing it himself but then realized how bad of an idea that was when he was halfway into shaking your arm.

He needed to talk to you. Now.

He needed to know, and to beg you, and to tell you to forget all about what he said at the park because it all went flying out the window when it was about you and-

Your eyelids fluttered, and shit but for a moment he pondered the existence of a god.

A whimper left your mouth as you readjusted your head on the pillow and he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Be honest"

Your eyes flew open in shock as your heart skipped a beat.

"Holy fucking- Jesus!" you breathed "You scared me, Pedro"

"Do you want children?"

Your eyes widened even more as your features filled with confusion 

"What the actual f-"

"I know that I said that I don't want kids, and I know that you agreed with me, but if that's not really what you want or if- if you changed your mind I want you to know that I-"

You propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look at him.

Was he fucking high or something?

"Pedro first of all it's..." you trailed off, glancing at your phone and groaning when you read the numbers on the screen "Oh my god" you sighed, running a hand down the length of your face "and second of all, what are you talking about baby?" you sighed, your voice softening as you took in his worried face for the fist time since you'd opened your eyes.

He took your hand in his

"I'm talking about the fact that I take it back- that if you want to have children then I'm sure I can make it work, that I love you y/n, and I don't want to lose you and that-"

"lose me?" you frowned, trying to squint your sleep away "Children?" you shook your head, trying to make some sense of what was going on "Pedro I- I'm sorry I thought we'd agreed neither of us wanted children?"

"Yes, but I understand if you've changed your mind"

"Why would I have changed my mind?" you asked, sitting up "Where is this coming from?"

"I just-" he looked like a sad puppy with those big brown eyes of his "You were acting weird today at the birthday and I couldn't help but think that-"

"That I wanted children?" you smiled, doing a poor job of hiding your amusement

"Well...yes"

"oh my god" you breathed, moving some messy hair out of your face "I was tired baby" you explained with a grin "I didn't sleep for shit on the plane and I wasn't exactly feeling like running around kids like I usually do"

Now was his turn to frown

"Really?"

"yes!"

"O-Oh"

"yeah, oh" you shook your head, still unable to get rid of the smile on your lips.

"Well this is embarrassing" he let out a low huff "I just... I don't know-"

you sat up to get closer to him as you inspected his face.

"Oh baby," you cooed, stroking his cheek "Did you even sleep?"

"I tried to" 

Your lips pulled into a sorry tilt as you intertwined your arms behind his neck.

"I don't want children baby" you said "I love our life exactly as it is"

"I'm sorry" he murmured

"No don't be" you shook your head, letting your forehead meet with his "It was kind of sweet to be honest" you beamed, leaving a quick kiss on his lips

"Did you really mean it? that you'd have children if that's what I wanted?"

And when he looked at you now, you felt as if he was staring right into your soul.

"Sweetheart" he murmured "I'm not sure there's anything on this earth I wouldn't do for you"

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[icyg4l]

PAC: Uncovering the Lies

Which area of your life have you been lying to yourself about? In this pick-a-pile, truths that you have been scared to face will be revealed to you. If you’ve been having any doubts about a situation, have been in denial about something or do not know about deceit, then it will all be confirmed/shown here. Without further ado, pick your pile.

Left-to-Right (1-4):

Pile One: If you chose the photo of the word ‘she’, then you’ve been lying to yourself about that situationship, or should i say ‘shituationship.’ You have the tendency to put a lot of energy into relationships in comparison to the other person. You hope for that person to come around and they simply don’t show up for you the way you want to. It’s time to stop trying with this person. This could honestly go for other relationships too like with a friend or a distant family member. You’re looking for some stability, Pile One. You’re not looking for a fair weather friend or a part-time lover. You’re looking for the full package & it’s time to stop denying yourself of that love you are seeking. You’re pure-hearted but need to start acting accordingly. Get a little more strict so that you can attract the relationship(s) that you are looking for. You deserve better. And I’m not going to lie, Pile One, people are saying that you deserve better behind your back. So, put yourself in a better position, love. I pulled some oracle cards for you for some advice that you can follow and here is what was said:

“A new romantic cycle begins”

“Communication is key”

“Nothing is yet set in stone”

Cards Used: 7 of Swords, Ace of Cups, Queen of Swords, 8 of Wands, Ace of Discs, The Chariot, Knight of Discs.

Signs: PISCES, Sag, Libra, Leo.

extras: let it go by elsa. flowers by iyla. red hair. glowing skin. honey. abandonment issues. gapped teeth. upbeat song listener. open heart chakra. peace sign. bridgit mendler. ivy league. political internship. yoga.

Pile Two: If you chose the pile of the headless woman, I would say that you definitely need a break, Pile Two. You deserve to come out and play with everyone else. When was the last time you went out for a drink with some friends, huh? You’re all work and no play. You’ve been saying that you’re fine when you’re not. I sense that you’ve been a little hotheaded lately because you have no outlet for your frustrations. Please, let loose. I’m channeling the movie Daddy’s Little Girls, specifically the scene where Monty and Julia go to the local bar after she has a long day at work and they end up bonding with one another over drinks. I think that’s what you need, babe. You’re such a hard worker but you’re also an overachiever. Those go hand-in-hand just like work and play. I feel like this pile is just so serious like your tolerance for things that you once could handle has probably decreased, so you’re more irritable nowadays. With that being said, you should probably book that flight or call up that friend. You need to just wind down. I pulled some oracle cards for you and here is what was said:

“Be bold and make the first move”

“What do you need to release?”

“Hold your vision”

Cards Used: Temperance, King of Discs, King of Swords, Death, King of Wands, Page of Wands.

Signs: Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio, Aquarius.

extras: refill by elle varner. work hard, play hard by wiz khalifa. smoke break. 22. paying close attention to the news. puffy eyes. headaches. going to bed early. miami for spring break. mean girls. stress eating. fight night.

Pile Three: If you chose the closeup of Megan Thee Stallion, then you’ve definitely gotten yourself into a sticky situation. There is some sort of pattern that you have not recognized yet and you’re wondering why this thing keeps happening to you. You feel like you cannot escape this toxic situation. One minute things are fine, the next minute, you feel like nothing can go right. Pile Three, you’ve grown accustomed to toxicity. It was taught to you as you grew up and you never really unlearned it. But I’m here to tell you that the relationship you’ve got yourself in is acting as a mirror for you to do better. Some call it a karmic relationship or a twin flame relationship. But either way, this is not meant to last for a long time. Everything will be okay as long as you choose to see things for what they are. This means attending therapy, doing the shadow work, crying, transmuting the pain into something beautiful and purging. Your situation is dysfunctional, Pile Three. But only you can get yourself out of it. I pulled some oracle cards for you and here is what was said:

“A fiery climax approaches”

“A personal issue reaches resolution”

“A time to give rather than take”

Cards Used: Page of Wands, Ace of Cups, The Tower (RX), Queen of Cups, Three of Swords, 5 of Wands, 7 of Cups, 4 of Wands (RX).

Signs: Taurus, Leo, Virgo, Aries, Cancer.

extras: chipped tooth. salt and vinegar chips. chocolate. breath of fresh air. greedy by ariana grande. twins. we belong together by mariah carey. fish and chips. wakanda forever. peppa pig. y8 games. tilapia.

Pile Four: If you chose the leopard’s paws/lady’s hands photo, then you need to stick to your word! You’ve been playing games. I feel like this pile doesn’t really believe in themselves. You’re your own biggest critic. You can be very nitpicky and judgmental or fall victim to the words of others and end up sulking because of it. You haven’t been putting in as much work to accomplish your dreams. The intuitive feeling that you get when you think of that idea — use this energy to create! Maybe you don’t have a lot of supporters around you and this is what’s preventing you from going hard. But that’s the thing, you can use the haters as your motivators. Very cliche what I just said, but it’s true. I feel that you think too much about what could be done instead of actually doing it. Don’t just talk about what you’re going to do. Be about it! You don’t even have to tell people what you plan to do. You can always keep it to yourself. That’s the best option for you anyway. Worry about the results later. You can do it, Pile Three! You got this! I pulled some oracle cards for you and here is what was said:

“Believe in the impossible”

“Nothing is yet set in stone”

“Expect powerful change”

Cards Used: The High Priestess, Seven of Swords, Justice, Prince of Swords, Princess of Cups, Strength, The Sun, Judgment, 4 of Cups.

Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Gemini, Pisces.

extras: close friends. the challengers. lorde fan. skin-to-skin contact. silver rings. LA. dynasty. pick me. time tables. clock in. red lipstick. side bangs. the game (2006). twiggy eye makeup. how high (2001).

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[awarmcupofmilk]

Gojo x reader "The Thing About Love"

summary: gojo broke up with you. what now?

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, deviations from gojo’s past arc

word count: 736

note: hi lovelies, a short one for y'all today! Let me know if you want a part 2

© 2024 awarmcupofmilk

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

When it ended, it didn’t really. 

How could it have ended, when you were still texting paragraphs begging him to stay?

How could it have ended, when he was still replying to every single one? Your golden first love. Everything you ever wanted. 

What do you do when the thing you want the most doesn’t want you back? What do you do when he does and still won’t do a thing to keep you?

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When Gojo broke up with you, you weren’t surprised. It only takes so many fights for love to break. 

Except you still couldn’t breathe when you looked at him. 

You stayed calm when you asked jokingly, “You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” and he didn’t respond. 

You stilled yourself when he sat you down and started his spiel. “I just want you to know that none of this was your fault. And it wasn’t because of this trip (wasn’t it though? You had fought the entire week). I just don’t feel we’re right for each other.”

You forced yourself to smile. Sadly, because that was appropriate, but smile all the same. “Okay,” you said. Because what else could you have said? 

There was the one thing. 

“It’s just, I love you,” you said, softly. You were resigned.

Until he made a face you’d never seen before. It was the most in pain you’d ever seen him. Oh, how much he still loved you. 

“I love you, too,” he said, eyes watering, face contorted. 

And then you had to hug him, wrap around him the way you did, fit him as perfectly as it had been the first time. You hoped he could feel the way your bodies were meant for one another, and the physical evidence would be enough to keep him. He sobbed into the crook of your neck and kissed every inch of your shoulder. You thought you convinced him. 

But then he pulled away and looked at you, and you knew you’d convinced him of nothing. 

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Everything you could have done flooded you that night. Panic overwhelmed you as the end set in. You fought for your love. You had to. You always did and he always came back.  You clung to him in the hotel bed, and you thought the fact that he didn’t force you out was proof that he didn’t really want this. He still loved you. You knew that. You just had to convince him that was enough. 

“I love you,” you said, over and over. “I love you.” And he said it back, every single time. So the two of you passed the entire night this way, sobbing and professing your love, holding each other so tightly your breaths caught in synchroneity. 

In the morning he got up before you. You clutched at the sheets and something in you emptied when all you seized was fabric. You knew he hadn’t left, not yet, because you had a flight to catch together back to Tokyo. But the fact that he wasn’t there to kiss you good morning cemented in your mind that he was already gone. 

Still you had to try. 

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and hoping for a different result. But you were in love. 

“I love you,” you sobbed. “Can’t we just try again?”

“Not this time.” His words should have snuffed all hope in you, but his voice cracked from the octave he chose, and you knew he was getting weak from your tears. 

“Please? Please.” You reiterated it over and over, crying so hard you felt you were drowning. 

“I’ll do better,” you said. A misstep. It gave him an excuse. 

“It’s not about you, though,” he went firm.  “We can do better, then,” you sobbed. You couldn’t breathe. Hiccups overcame you and it made you want to laugh as much as the frustration made you weep harder. 

“No,” he shook his head. So full of mourning. How could you let him go like this? How could he do this when he was so obviously in love with you?

“Please.”

“I’m sorry.”

You hated when he apologized. You hated that he meant it, and you hated how it changed nothing. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

So you were at an impasse, it seemed. You loved him, and that was enough. He loved you, and that wasn’t. 

What could you do now?

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[dreamwritersworld]

The chore. Part 2 (Sully family x reader)

this is part two of my first story! :) I decided to add the healing and growing of our character to ease the pain and panic that mayyyy or may not come in the next part 😭. I hope you enjoy it! 💕

Tuk had only just now fallen asleep since it’s been a couple of hours flying. I know that sooner or later she’s going to be hungry so I decided to take a break and go out hunting for our meal. I laid her down safely with my Ikran while I went to go hunt. It had only been an hour since I left so I whistled to see if Tuk was at least up, patiently waiting for a whistle back. She wasn’t thankfully but I was indeed so tired so I just decided to set our meal and future meals for the flight ahead.

I slept longer than expected not as much as Tuk though, I could only hope that the trip wasn’t taking a big hit on her. So I started preparing the meal that I hunted and started a fire, moved Tuk even closer in case she was cold. We ate and got back to flying. A couple of days passed and I can tell as much as Tuk tried to hide it, she was tired of flying and searching for “a place to settle”. She just constantly asked me “are we almost there?” All I had to give her was “We’ll see Tuk-Tuk! Just hold on goofball! :)” I don’t have a plan but I hope she doesn’t notice, she should be at peace and I can’t cause anymore trouble, especially since I’m the reason she wanted to leave the forest.

It wasn’t until a couple of hours I felt tears and a frustrated sob that I noticed Tuk was over hiding how she felt. “Im tired of flying. I want to go home. I want to settle wherever you said home would be. But we can settle another place can’t we? I just want a home.” I couldn’t do anything but hold her while she cried because I knew I had to keep going. I soon realized she was starting to catch a fever, a really bad one so I was in a hurry to find a clan to approach.

Her fever was only getting worse she was hanging on but I didn’t have much time. I feel tears build up, feeling like I let her down until I see huts I think we’re close to something. I hear calls, announcing a newcomers arrival, my arrival. I hold Tuk in my arms crying begging for help. “I do not come to harm anyone Please. Help my sister is sick and it’s only getting worse.” I see the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik coming towards us and I take a kneel to show some sort of my respects since I am holding Tuk in my arms.

“Why do you come here on our island for?” The woman speaks. “I seek a place to call home. A place to settle. I understand I am different but I will adapt. WE will adapt. We will learn your ways but please accept us. My sister is burning up and- please just heal her please.” The two turn to each other and discuss with their eyes as I wait and hold Tuk tight “Sister it hurts, everything hurts”

“I know Tuk, I know it’s ok just hang on” they turn back to me and the Tsahik says “Come with me child.” I follow quickly, hearing the Olo'eyktan urge everyone to return to the normal “Everyone go back to your duties!”

I stand by watching her do her work by the time she’s done Tuk is feelings better but quickly rested. The Olo'eyktan walks in as soon as she is done and she turns to me and says. “My name is Ronal, this is my husband Tonowari. How long have you been out flying?” I look up nervous to speak “M-my name is y/n. Who you just treated is Tuk. We have been flying for a couple of days now.” Silence is between us as she contemplates her next words “You seek a place to settle yes? Well you must learn our ways as you already stated. You must not fall behind.”

“Yes, yes I understand thank you. Thank you truly” She takes a moment to look at my face “Child, what is that scar?” I watch as she touches it. “Oh, it was from a fight I was in. Trust me I don’t do those anymore.” She laughs at how quick I was to cover it up. Then they decided that although we were newcomers, we shouldn’t have our own mauri since we were young. I couldn’t argue this since we are their guest, so they settled us comfortably into a far corner of their Mauri.

Finally a real sleep.

I woke up to a meal being cooked and settled on the table. I had greeted the leaders and introduced myself to their children. The girl, Tyseria lead the conversation asking about Tuk and I’s interests and hobbies and we all seemed to get along until it was time to clean up and I was asked to stay longer while the two siblings did chores. Tuk had walked away into our corner to start beading a bracelet with the new materials Tyseria gave her.

In a gentle voice Tonowari said “We do not mean to bring harm but we must know what went wrong seeing as you are a child taking care of a child. How has it come to this?” I looked down slightly saddened taking in what he said as it was true and seemingly sad. Although I had to be honest and stay true to my word, I told them everything, every detail, every word ever spoken about why I fled the forest.

“Well then y/n…we will take care of you and house you. It seems as though it is in your nature to protect the innocent, you have a strong heart. So I am sorry that on that day, the day you were once again shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others like Tuk into yours. No one cared for you the way you should’ve been taken care of then, so allow us to care for you now. It’s time to be at peace Y/n. ” and for the first time ever it was ok to cry, cry tears of happiness and comfort. I was finally going to be at peace.

So that’s what they did. We soon became daughters to them. I grew close with Tyseria, took care of Tuk and surprisingly got along with Aonung even if we seemed to always leave conversations with both of us blushing like crazy. At some point it was hard, to lose old habits. I was so used to being on my own and taking care of Tuk I sometimes lost sight of how others perceive me…just a kid.

*flashback*

I unknowingly over worked myself, fighting to show I can still stay on the island, a war nobody even knew was happening. Once Ronal told me to stop working as my hands were starting to bleed, I accidentally got upset and told her “I can’t stop I need to keep going, stopping means I don’t care anymore.” It wasn’t until then Tonowari and Ronal pulled me aside to talk is when I realized this isn’t like before, I’m not alone.

“All right, your not alone anymore and your not a bad person for leaving. You did not come out of the womb as a frustrated person Y/n. You. Y/n, came out of the womb a beautiful child who unbeknownst to her had a couple of wires crossed. So when you have finally received true love. The love you were always meant to have, it set something off in your brain that wants to deny it and keep fighting. You have been fighting a losing game since the first day you were in your other parents care. So you can sit here and continue looking me in the eye and say as calmly as can be, “I’m fine, it’s not big deal, I’m not thinking about it anymore and I am no longer upset at my past.” That. My child, is the disease of silent frustration. It is deadly. The hardest part about having this disease is that no one in the world can see it besides the ones that hold you close. And that is why we are here to show you we care, we are not leaving, we are not going to ignore your feelings, and we will go through this together. As long as we are here no one can hurt you” *

It was moment like those when I needed someone to pull me out of my old habits, even Tyseria and Aonung did.

*Flashback*

I was looking over Tuk while she slept, it had only been a couple of days since we arrived but I was still pondering over the fact that I could’ve lost her if I had no solution to her fever. “What are youuuu thinkin?” I heard Tyseria giggle and say. I stood quiet considering if I should even say anything with the two siblings in the room but I decided to anyways “I thought Tuk would be the one…finally.” Confusion was written on their faces until Aonung said “the one what y/n?” I looked back down “the one who’s life I didn’t harm.” I immediately feel their hugs as Aonung said “you didn’t do anything wrong y/n, you did the best for her.” *

So yes it was difficult, but I made sure we knew their ways and observed everything to show Tuk to be better. We got many eyes and compliments because we learned at a quicker rate and speed than anyone at the island ever did. I didn’t want to overwork Tuk, I could never do that to her so instead while we were doing extra practice I taught her in games, the same way we did in the forest. It was going good and she maintained a smile until we were entering our home and I mentioned us having to practice breathing techniques. That’s when she got frustrated.

“No Y/n I can’t do it. It’s hurts. I can’t practice breathing. It’s easier for you to do when you already know the ways. This is the only thing I can’t and won’t do.” I sigh contemplating my next words, this is about survival and if I need Tuk to be safe I need her to learn how to breath underwater especially since she is surrounded by it. “Tuk please I know it’s hard and trust me I don’t know the ways fully either but we will learn. Together.” She’s silent considering what I’ve said “You made it so that we don’t have to fly anymore Y/n, so we that we can be together still. We’re safe now.” I glance down and smile “yea I guess we are” we sit for a moment enjoying the view of the beach. “All this. It’s worth it. All those times you would ask me if we’d find a home, all I could ever tell you was “We’ll see” and your face would fall every single time.”

“It’s better than saying yes and lying to me.” Tuk admits. “That’s what I told myself. But you want to know something I didn’t tell you? I never had a plan, I never knew where we were going. I never knew anything. I just fought and fought and fought and hoped you didn’t notice. I hoped we’d find something before you did. Did I do a good job?” My voice cracks as I start to tear up hoping I didn’t ruin her. “Of course you did sister! Are you crazy?!” I laugh and continue “When I was about to leave and you swore that you didn’t want to stay. Tuk, I fully believe if you hadn’t come I’d probably be lost. I was right to hear you out back in the forest, you made a request and I just had to trust myself and you to make the hard call. To take you with me. How did I get so lucky?” Tuk smiles and says “You made it so we can so thank you. For everything” I take a moment to stare at her and hold in the morning before saying “your welcome, for everything.”

We clean up the Mauri for awhile and continues the night like normal instead this time I felt a small hand reach out to me. “Can I..? Could I maybe sleep with you tonight.” Something we hadn’t done it in what feels like years. “You know like I did when I was little.” I agreed inviting her in. “Yea I-I’m not scared, just tired.” I smiled at her trying to reassure me while she hugs me in silence “….Tuk you’re still little” I hear her laugh and sigh “yea I know” and we drifted off into sleep.

Hope you enjoyed my loves :)!!! 💕

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[muzanswaifu]

A Step Ahead - II

Part I

Yandere! Tomioka x Fem! Reader

18+

Previous Choice: "Start Running"

This is the second round of the game. Census has determined that you shall run away from the man who is following you. You have temporarily escaped. This action will have consequences. Too many grave choices will result in g a m e o v e r. Tread carefully.

Warnings: Yandere, Arguing, Stalking, Smut later on

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You briefly went through your options, fighting with yourself over the chances of both embarrassing yourself and putting yourself in danger. What if he was just a normal guy? Surely he would be offended at your assumption of his character. But what if he wasn’t normal? What if his intentions were less than pure? In that case, causing some hurt feelings would be the least of your worries.

Run. 

You hesitantly began to pick up your pace down the path, taking deep breaths and straining your ears to listen for any sound of chase. It was quiet. Too quiet. You began to run faster. And faster. A light jog turning into a sprint as your anxieties rose and rose. Your mind plagued you with images of the man nipping at your heels, nearly at your neck. Your breaths came hard and dry, lack of stamina becoming your second worst enemy in the moment. You still didn’t hear anything, but what if that was because he truly was right behind you? Your heart raced and threatened to escape your chest as you ran faster and faster, desperate to get out of the forest. 

After what seemed like an eternity of flight and fear, light pierced your vision, leading a holy trail to the entrance of town. Just a little farther and you were saved.

You gasped as you escaped the wood, stumbling through the main gate and leaning up against the pillar of a light post. You heaved for breath, bile rising in your throat from the acidity in your stomach from the sudden exercise. You shouldn’t have had so many snacks at the festival.

Gulping in air, you finally looked back toward the trail, limbs trembling as you prepared yourself for the fright of an emerging assailant.

But no one came.

Only a slight gust of wind passed through, scattering a few leaves across the grass and tickling your feet. You groaned and shook your head at your own gullibility. So dramatic.

You sulked back to your house embarrassed and angry at your own stupid paranoia. Why would some guy follow you home without even attempting to hide himself? You felt sorry for him, even, as you had judged him so quickly. You’d probably spooked him by running away like that as well. Hopefully you’d never see him again. It would just be too humiliating.

“And just where have you been all night young lady? You’re past curfew!” Mother scolded. Father sat at the table still eating dinner, shaking his head.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I just… forgot to watch the time.” It wasn’t a lie… technically.

Mother clicked her tongue at you and waddled away, her pregnant belly long past showing. “It’s bad enough that you didn’t spend New Year’s here with your family and now you have the audacity to come late. Where you get the gall for this is beyond me.”

Your father finally broke his silence with a sigh, “Dear, she’s here now. Let’s not sour the mood.”

She huffed and stomped off to the table to sit next to the rest of your siblings. Next to the food. Next to the (favorite flavor) pie.

“(Favorite flavor)!” you squealed, skipping over to the table to get yourself a slice. All that running already had you hungry again. But a cruel hand slapped yours away.

“Nope. Rule breaking means no dessert, (y/n),” Mother hissed.

“What? But Mo-”

“No.”

Your fists clenched, frustration building. She was always like this on holidays when your older siblings were home, chiding you over the smallest things to make some ridiculous point. It’d only gotten worse since her pregnancy started, her hormones all over the place and making her that much more unbearable. Father just sat there quietly, obviously too exhausted to stick up for you yet again. Your siblings all just snickered.

“Ugh, can’t you cut me a break?” you snapped. You’d already talked to her about this a million times already. You were an adult now. Shouldn’t that come with some leniency? Even though it was over some dessert, she started this fight and you wanted to finish it.

“I’ll cut you a break when you're done living under my roof. Or, better yet, when you pay some bills around here,” she hissed. Ouch.

You bit your lip and walked off toward your room, done with arguing. If you continued, you’d no doubt she’d start crying and then everyone would get mad at you even though she deserved it.

“And no more going outside tonight!” she called out, rubbing more salt in the wound. She knew you liked to take walks at night through the town and write. That or you would sneak off to the new cinema theater in town and watch movies, you knew the owner's daughter so you could go whenever you wanted. It was the only free time you would get since most of your day was occupied with chores and work.

You angrily slid your door shut, the wood slamming closed with a loud smack. It was childish, but it made you feel better. You leaped into your bed and groaned, exhausted from today. Everything was so exhausting. You wish you’d just stayed the night with someone and dealt with this all tomorrow. Hell, you wish that guy actually was following you. That would’ve been a nice excuse to make your mother feel bad for being so cruel to you. She’d always been so hard on you for no reason. Perhaps it was because she expected you to be out of the house already. She had been using that to berate you lately, especially when you failed to meet her expectations. If you could’ve you would, you just didn’t have the money yet. 

You rolled over to lay on your back and kick your feet in the air.

You could also find a boyfriend, you supposed. That way you could move in with him and leave everyone to wallow in your absence. You’d love to see them try to survive when you weren’t here to do the laundry, clean the kitchen, get the groceries, and take care of your younger siblings. In fact, they all took you for granted. You did almost everything around here. They were the ones who weren’t pulling their load.

You still had some fight left in you, but if you went out now, you would most definitely get yourself in a world of trouble. But if you stayed in your room, you felt like you were losing the war...

#demon slayer #demon slayer smut #kny #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba smut #tomioka giyuu #tomioka giyu #giyu tomioka #tomioka #tomioka giyū #giyu #giyuu #giyuu x you #yandere giyuu #demon slayer giyuu #tomioka giyu x reader #giyu x y/n #giyu x reader #giyu x you #giyu smut #tomioka x reader #kimetsu no yaiba tomioka #tomioka x y/n #kny tomioka #tomioka x you #tw!yandere

[morallygreykoifsh]

So little au idea for HoTD hear me out...we give alicent a medieval nuke(a dragon)...but not in a Targaryen!Alicent or Valyrian!Alicent way but a Canon divergence way where completely hightower Alicent claims a dragon..!

Like a concept that my 3 braincells fist-fought in a Danny's parking lot for- anyway as I was saying imagine for whatever reason maybe for Aegon and Helaenas wedding

For whatever reason the family goes to dragonstone and Alicent gets more than a little stressed out during the welcoming feast (Viserys,Aegon,Rhaenyra,Daemon one or all of them are probably a factor to her frustration lets be honest) and so she retires and asks Criston to watch over the children because of where they are is dangerous, and she walks towards her chambers but ends up outside on the beach and just strolls along the sand eventually taking a break and sitting on the ground for a bit...and ends up dozing off

Eventually realizing the sun is rising and deciding to go back to the keep before the day breaks only to feel like shes being watched/stared at, she starts to hear and feel breathing she turns around and boom a giant dragon right there watching her mouth covered in blood and flesh(human?) and her fight or flight kicks in but she freezes and the dragon gets closer and closer soon fave to face with her

It nudges her and when she doesn't respond it picks her up by the back of her dress and puts her on its back. And when she snaps out of it she realizes what it did and a different fear overtakes her as the dragon lifts off the ground taking her with it, she of course holds on for dear life and is screaming in terror bowing her head on its neck as it soars

Unconsciously she brings it towards the keep and maybe lifts her head as it flies over the bridge and whoops with joy...she just got abducted and is now a dragonrider whether she likes it or not this dragon picked her up and went 'Ohhh ur mine now little dude lol' and when it lands in a field close to the keep and her family comes rushing to her asking if she's okay and what happened? where was she? was she just riding a dragon by herself? what the fuck? The dragon meanwhile looms menacingly behind her as she answers their questions

Vizzy T,Rhaenyra and Daem*n come to them rhae rhae scared daem#n pissed and disgusted and Viserys just confused why the duck alicent could claim a dragon

(Yada Yada non Targaryens can't claim dragons Yada Yada why would a whore like her be able to ride a dragon) -darmon probably

#pro alicent hightower #alicent hightower #house of the dragon #hotd #anti viserys i targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #the cannibal #<-if yall didn't get what dragon i was talking 'bout #or it can be like greyghost or smthn #rhaenyra targeryan #sorry yall i had a mtn dew and haven't gone to bed so ima lil mad(crazy) rn #Alicent & Cannibal

[liv-does-stuff]

“Happy Birtday Dumbass”

Hasan Piker X Reader

Warning:cussing but that’s it

A/n: I’m so sorry for whatever this bullshit is I’m high asf right now and I proof read this as best as I could.

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You and Hasan rarely fought. Yes you argued over trivial things sometimes, but you could count on your fingers the amount of times you actually had a bad fight and boy was this a bad fight. It all started Monday, you had spent the whole summer so far trying to help your best friend move down to North Carolina, God knows why, with you being away for the a few months you had seen Hasan only a few times through June and July , but you made sure you would be there for his birthday. Now you may be wondering where the fighting came in and here’s the answer. One night you had been on the phone with your boyfriend, trying to find a cheap flight, but they were all pricey.

“Y/n don’t worry if it’s that big of a deal I’ll just buy the ticket.” Hasan said tired of your complaining. You were quick to shoot that down by saying, “Oh absolutely not It’s supposed to be your birthday party and I would feel bad if you bought the ticket.” He sighed, “Y/n, could just stop complaining then, I’m trying to be nice, but you’ve literally just bitched this whole call.” Normally Hasan wouldn’t have said something like this to 𝘺𝘰𝘶, but today had stressed him out, his stream was glitching and Austin was late to the podcast and it threw everything off. He never meant to bring his anger out on you, but he had and you weren’t about to take that, “Excuse me”, you said taken aback by his change in tone, “I’m so sorry that I was trying to do something nice for your fuckin birthday and yea what if I started complaining? These Flights aren’t cheap and it’s frustrating !” He sighed into the phone, “Then don’t come”, he said lowly. “What are you even saying?” You said quietly. “If it’s such an inconvenience the don’t show up.” He stated. You hadn’t meant to say it, but you did, “Fine”, you hung up the phone with a sigh.

2 days had past and Hasan hadn’t reached out. Too be fair you hadn’t either, but even so you still planned on making it to his party, which is why you were up at 3 am trying to book a flight for tomorrow and finally you got a good deal. Hasan was having a dinner around 7 with his friends and your flight landed at 5:30 so you decided to make a call.

“Hey Austin I need your help.” You said after he picked up on the 4th ring.

“Y/n what the fuck I was asleep!?” He said groggily trying to make sense of why you were calling.

“So yea can you pick me up and take me with you tomorrow?” You asked after explaining everything that had happened.

“Of course y/n/n, but seriously if you wake me up like this one more time I’ll beat you ass.” You snorted as he said that. After a few more minutes of talking you said bye and hung up.

After your plane landed you went to look for Austin and once you made eye contact you ran up and hugged him. “Oh my god I missed you so much bitch!” You both laughed. He broke the hug and led you to the car. You were nervous to say the least, you didn’t know if Hasan would still be pissed or if he would be happy to see you. You really didn’t want to ruin his birthday for him. Austin seemed to notice your worrying because he looked at you and said, “Don’t worry y/n he misses you he just wants to give you space.” You nodded and soon the conversation drifted off into how Austin’s love life was going which made the drive go by quicker, and soon you were parked at Hasans house. God you missed this place. Austin ran up the door, knocked and shouted, “Hasan it’s Austin I brought you an amazing present.” The door began to open, “Austin why the fuck are you thirty minutes la- y/n?” Hasan locked eyes with you, you wanted to hug him and run your hands through his curls right there, but you resisted. Austin walked into the house and winked at you. Hasan shut the door and you immediately fell into him not caring if he was mad or not you just needed him, he wrapped his arms around you. “Y/n I thought you weren’t gonna come.” He sighed. You looked up at him, “Hasan I’m so sorr-“, he cut you off, “No I am you didn’t do anything I was just being a dick.” You laughed, “Yea you kinda were.” He smiled and you got on your tip toes to kiss him. You giggled into the kiss and he whispered, “I love you”

“Happy birthday dumbass.”

#hasan piker #hasanabi #hasanpikerxreader #happy birthday #twitch #valkyrae #austin show #will neff #qt cinderella #shitpost #nickisnotgreen #ethan is online #peethan #kaya #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #guillermo de la cruz with colon #beauty #fan art #food #history #fanfic #fluff #elon musk #twitter x

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OCTONAUTS HEADCANONS + canon sprinkles part 2

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

PROFESSOR NATQUIK

— late 50s or early 60s

— speaks Russian and English (with a Russian accent, like he replaces “w” with “v” like “vas” and “z” like “zat”)

— if he gets pissed off, he’ll have the craziest Russian accent that you’ll think he’s trying to summon an ancient devil or something

— isn’t usually a drinker but flavored vodka hits different (he’s Russian, like be fr)

— Calico Jack and him are chaotic besties

— sometimes, if he doesn’t know what to respond, he just kind of goes 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻

— taught Barnacles how to do field research when he was a Polar Bear Scout (canon ofc)

— always carries at least two forms of radio/some kind of long range communication on him at all times after being stranded in the Antarctic; he does not risk sh*t .

— when he lost connection to the radios he spent hours freaking out, while trying to fix the connection, causing him to slightly go insane + due to being alone for so long

— befriended the penguins in the Antarctic and they got him food and such (here)

— has ✨trauma✨ (he’s in need of therapy)

— a bit paranoid

— his fear response, fight or flight, is fight

— can’t sleep with noise; a lot of sounds keeps him alert since his ears are sensitive and therefore he wouldn’t be able to sleep, he’s used to the silence of the Antarctic

— a father figure to Barnacles (and Bianca)

— adding: Barnacles gave him a father’s day present as a cub once and they both cried

— any even just slightly traumatized child he comes across, he adopts (that’s his kid now)

— if he sees someone that he cares about cry he becomes a Dad™

— the only one who has seen Barnacles lose his temper / have a full-on breakdown

— gets frustrated quite easily

— hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in YEARS; if you gave him, like, hot soup, he’d cry pt.1

— part of the Old Mens Squad™

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

RANGER MARSH

— in his 50s

— ✨a Florida man✨, need I say more?

— has definitely wrestled an alligator before at least once and then acted like it’s normal (“why are you shocked? this is a typical tuesday”)

— sleeps like a brick no matter what; could possibly sleep through an earthquake

— uses the same catchphrases as Tweak; he’s the one she got them from!

— has no idea how advanced technology works but is learning and doing his Best™

— Tweak wants to fix his radio because it’s falling apart but he insists that it works fine (“I can’t even hear you when you call!” “That’s because you live in the ocean” “LET ME FIX IT”) .

— Tweak chewed on his hat when she was a kid and that’s why his hat has that bite mark (he refuses to buy a new hat because this one carries a memory of Tweak and he adores it)

— lowkey a dad to 90% of the Everglades creatures; they’re like family to him

— enjoys Florida Man memes; when he sees one he just goes “haha, I did that once,” and Tweak nods along knowingly and the others are like “???” (except Dashi, who is the one sending them to him either herself or through Tweak)

— sometimes sounds the Octo-alert just to talk to Tweak; free Tweak button

— part of the Old Mens Squad™

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

CALICO JACK

— late 60s

— the oldest Octo-Agent (may or may not deny it)

— has a Caribbean origin

— his mom was a Calico cat, hence his name Calico Jack

— his fear response, fight or flight, is flight; tends to panic when he realizes he made a mistake (lets out curses when no one’s around)

— kind, but not nice: before Kwazii was born, he was a merciless pirate like the others, but once Kwazii was born? Dude did a total 180° and always tried to positively influence his grandson, wanting him to be kind

— adding: since Kwazii was already starting to take after the pirate side of him and does get mistaken for his grandfather Calico Jack most likely got scared that something would happen to Kwazii, so mayhaps Jack went on a spree finding all his enemies (thinking they might mistake Kwazii for him and attack) like Whitebeard, Pirate King, all of em and ‘took care of them’ so to speak

— has seen some truly weird and scary sh*t

— can’t sleep without noise; if it’s quiet he assumes that he’s in danger and therefore cannot sleep

— has ✨trauma✨

— adding: possibly in denial about it

— Pete is his Emotional Support Birb™

— hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in YEARS; if you gave him, like, hot soup, he’d cry pt.2

— Tweak tried to offer him a new, modern prosthetic but he refused because “it isn’t the pirate way”

— considered the greatest cat pirate ever; but what actually has meaning to Jack, is that Kwazii thinks he’s the greatest

— adding: definitely cried when he learnt that Kwazii thinks he’s great

— actually has a bad eye (unlike Kwazii) but can still see with it, just not very well

— has a sea-farer’s accent like his grandson, only deeper and gruffer in tone

— also, slightly less quick to blame mythical creatures for strange things that he and the Octonauts encounter

— since Kwazii originally thought that Jack died a long time ago, but found him alive in the Amazon, and pretty much able to leave whenever he wanted, Jack was most likely just hiding from the world (a mood tbh)

— like Ranger Marsh, pretends to sound the Octo-alert on accident to talk to Kwazii; free Kwazii button (he blames it on Pete)

— part of the Old Mens Squad™

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PAANI

— late 20s

— Indian (canon but like, adding it anyway)

— a hydrologist (again, canon, but anyway)

— autistic? possibly.

— can sometimes take others too literally or not catch certain social cues immediately

— has a tendency to get attached to inanimate objects very easily

— despite how acquainted he becomes with most creatures on his travels, he struggles to keep closer friendships— probably has some kind of attachment issues

— has a habit of doing things without asking first, or like, considering how his actions may indirectly affect others before doing them, in the name of The Greater Good™

— is a lot like Kwazii but also has a lot of the same qualities as Barnacles ; the reason why he ends up in trouble is because he jumps in to protect creatures (without thinking much)

— definitely imitates Kwazii’s sea-farer’s accent and is actually kind of good

— taller than Kwazii (and teases him about it)

— gay or demiromantic demisexual

— impulsive and acrobatic

— sleeps in the most random positions that make you think how the f is he comfortable

— makes Kwazii reflect on his own actions because Paani does the same kind of stupid reckless sh*t that he does, so now it’s Kwazii who’s gotta to be like “you should have asked for help!” while Paani’s just like “I didn’t think I’d need it :3” (truly a Barnacles moment /hj)

— adding: Kwazii and Paani have a shared love for cooking, eating snacks, tiny/baby animals and telling stories

— sometimes visits Kwazii on the Octopod, holds story-telling nights with him and the Vegimals, and bakes with them

— enjoys surfing and paddle boarding a lot; goes with Dashi sometimes

— skilled at tracking storms and usually wants to see it up close (Kwazii agrees)

— likes birds a lot and has some kind of ability to bond with them easily

— got some sort of trauma; may or may not be aware of this (either in denial or has accepted it)

— favorite food is the jackfruit

— his comfort food is his Paani’s Patties and he brings them literally everywhere he goes

— when he gets excited about water, he kind of just forgets his surroundings and just talks and talks until someone stops him— because otherwise he’ll just keep going

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MIN

— in her 60s? (I mean she’s in the same age range as Inkling since they’re old friends so)

— Chinese (canon, but adding it anyway)

— canon, but met Inkling when he got stuck clinging to bamboo after a storm, and saved him by carrying him down

— extremely flexible and talented when it comes to climbing trees/jumping through bamboo; she can jump high and flip while climbing rocky cliffs

— precise and accurate when drawing maps that it’s like black magic or something

— hosts tea parties with Inkling sometimes (and sometimes the others tag along!)

— sometimes hangs out with Ranger Marsh, Natquik and Calico Jack (the Old Mens Squad™)

— adding: she’s an honorary member of the Old Mens Squad™

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BIANCA

— mid 30s or late 30s, the younger twin

— Canadian; she and her cubs live in a den in the Arctic, Northern Canada

— sometimes visits Pearl or has calls with her

— strong but nowdays isn’t just as strong as Barnacles; doesn’t stop her from calling him ‘Feather Paws’ though

— grew up with Barnacles as her only family

— learned independence and self-reliance at a young age, especially in the Polar Scouts

— when she heard the ship MV Manitoba, that Barnacles was on, crashed during a big storm she immediately went to look for him

— knows Russian because of Natquik

— doesn’t really admit it, but in a way, also sees Natquik as a father figure (maybe not as much as Barnacles does, but nevertheless)

— polar bears are the most carnivorous of the bear family, so she eats a lot of meat

— can handle a hot climate but not for very long; so she usually stays in the Arctic with the cubs (also since they can’t handle hot climate)

— sleeps with a picture of her and Barnacles

— when Barnacles comes to visit them in the Arctic and stays the night or two, Bianca and the cubs cuddle with him

— tells stories to Orson and Ursa about their Uncle Barnacles and her childhood

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

PEARL

— early 30s, older than Shellington

— a marine biologist

— has knowledge to everything there is to know about kelp forests and kelp plants

— looked after Shellington a lot when they were kids (has slight Older Sister Syndrome™)

— Scottish (yes I know otters don’t live there but idc, she and Shellington were born there end of discussion)

— now lives in British Columbia, Canada

— sometimes visits Bianca in the Arctic or has calls with her

— a bit more serious than Shellington and not as clumsy

— facetimes Shellington every week or Shellington facetimes her

— unlike Shellington, she’s not allergic to anything and also eats almost anything

— the Vegimals call her aunt (she finds it cute)

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

NOTE : WILL BE UPDATED WHEN I FIND / COME UP WITH NEW STUFF !

#octonauts #octonauts headcanons #professor natquik #ranger marsh #octonauts calico jack #octonauts paani #min the mapmaker #octonauts bianca #octonauts pearl #octo-agents

[dontcallmeeds]

I saw a twitter thread that was giving reasons for Nancy Wheeler being a lesbian and I gotta say, I agree. At least that Nancy is NOT straight. The way she interacts with Barb….dude, do you know how many of the stairs conversations (from season one before Barb disappears) I’ve had with friends who were secretly seeing me??? The whole “this isn’t you” after Nancy lies about where she’s going and the way she reacts with her facial expressions…..bro, they’ve kissed before. This has been said a million times here and otherwise since season one.

But with the level of grief and guilt she goes through in season two, I’m seeing that right now in myself as someone who just had one of their best friends pass away suddenly who was also an ex. The whole “bullshit” Stancy Halloween fight could be chalked up to grief and liking Jonathan sure, but I think it’s way more than that. I think she’s calling everything bullshit including herself because she lost the one person who saw her, someone she loved more than just platonically.

Then season three is mostly just her fighting with Jonathan if you really think about it, because she wants to be more than just a sandwich girl at Hawkins Post. Someone Barb would be proud of. We only see her really happy with Jonathan in season three when they wake up late and she sneaks out and the soft moment they have at the end when he’s leaving. Other than that they’re either fighting with each other or fighting monsters. Robin calls her a “priss,” but before Steve she was just kind of a…nerd. Like Robin. Maybe they ran in the same circles? We know they don’t know each other in person, at least Nancy doesn’t know HER.

FOLLOW ME HERE: What if Robin knew Barb?? What if Barb confided in her that she had feelings for Nancy, but that Nancy was dating Steve and we know how hard Robin goes for her friends so she just made this assumption that Nancy is a priss????

Then season four of course, we see Nancy not going to California. She’s frustrated that Jonathan wouldn’t be coming and she stayed for the basketball game for her front page news right?? Why didn’t she take another flight hmmm??? And we think she’s jealous of Robin, but what if she was jealous of Steve??? Because we don’t really have indication that Steve and Nancy have spent much time around each other since summer ‘85…but Robin and Nancy go to school together. Robin is in band which means they’re in the same room *hypothetically* for the important games that Nancy needs to document. We don’t know how many games Steve went to besides the one, he could’ve been working on some of those games or on dates. So ipso facto, Robin and Nancy have (probably) been in the same room more than Steve and Nancy….why would she suddenly be jealous of ROBIN???

And you can see her genuinely enjoying being around Robin after her monologue at the psych ward when she was being “annoyed” and “on edge” with her before that. I don’t see that as “oh well she started considering her a friend” I think she had a crush, she was on edge because she had lost Barb and didn’t want to feel that way about another girl. But the monologue relaxes her because she realized Robin is just as unhinged as she is, but in a different way. Because Nancy Wheeler is IMPULSIVE. She’s smarter than hell, but she is so careless with her own safety.

Also every time the Bylers shippers contrast the Wheeler siblings really they’re just giving us Nancy Wheeler is gay proof too. Because look at their similar behaviors. They fight and bicker in a way that says “i know what you are, NO I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE”

NOT VERY STRAIGHT IF YOU ASK ME.

Also, while I now understand my attraction to men is because I was a queer trans dude the entire time, I used to think it was comphet. But everything I feel about men is different than the way Nancy feels about men. It feels forced, it feels like she thinks she HAS to have a boyfriend and HAS to force a real connection with them. COMP. MOTHERFUCKIN. HET.

In conclusion, for the love of god, let Nancy Wheeler kiss girls. Natalia wants it, the fans want it. Give us a SMOOCH.

#Ive never got so many funny tags on a post (on my fandom tumblr) before thank you guys lmaooo #whoa buddy i meant to write a PARAGRAPH not a ted talk #goddamn i guess i have stronger feelings about this than i thought #also i love nancy stop putting her in these weird boxes duffer brothers #she is so much more than stancy or jancy she either needs a girlfriend or just herself #she is stronger than every man in her life esp her dumbass dad Ted #I love steve and i love Jonathan but she deserves the world i am pro nancy every day #stranger things #nancy stranger things #nancy wheeler #ronance #bancy #barbara holland #barb stranger things #anti stancy #anti jancy #robin buckley #jonathan byers #steve harrington #bi nancy wheeler #lesbian nancy wheeler

[ukulelevillainwrites]

who follows the rules anyway?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

pairing : anthony lockwood x reader

word count : 6.5k

warnings : panic attack, anxiety, spoilers for lockwood's backstory

content : enjoy this part that has more plot, there's also angst but reconciliation too

taglist : @cassiopeiia24 @archiveoftara

note : time keeps passing faster it's getting out of hand, anyway i hope you like it !! and thank you everyone for reading and still being there as this fic keeps getting longer and longer

[from Lockwood’s POV]

He slammed the front door on his way out. It was probably loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. She had crossed a line and it was enough to make the anger he had felt the night before resurface. It wasn’t the fact that she had made everything to annoy him so early in the day, though it had played a part in it. What had set him off was her devising a plan right in front of him as if he was too stupid to notice. She hadn’t been explicit in what she wrote on the Thinking Cloth, but it was obvious that she intended to act on her theories today. And she was going behind his back. She was putting his company at risk and she didn’t even have the decency to be upfront. He thought he had earned her respect. Her disregard for his authority was a slap in the face.

He had gotten used to their fights by now. Even though they had gotten along pretty well for the past few weeks, their relationship had gotten off to a rocky start. But this was different. They had had disagreements in the past where he had been frustrated with her. She was always the one who got truly angry. It had made him laugh on occasions, like the night they met. She had the habit of taking things to heart. But she was passionate, a quality the three of them shared and it was probably what brought them closer. However last night the tension hadn’t been one-sided.

No matter how much he believed he was right, how he didn’t want her nor George to get into any more trouble, he kept wondering if maybe he’d been wrong. What if because of this he had ruined the relationship they had? Maybe he was being selfish indeed. Maybe he should consider their point of view more closely. George had never been the type to hold a grudge. He’d bring some doughnuts on the way home and they’d go back to normal. But y/n… it was complicated. It had taken them much effort to get along, and maybe now all that was gone. He’d need to do more. Get involved. Help her in her plan to stop this Dufour woman.

He stopped walking as the idea crossed his mind. What was he thinking? That was the whole point. It would put a target on their back. They would get noticed by every relic-man related to this case. It would alert the authorities, maybe DEPRAC would get involved. It was the last thing they needed. The publicity he was hoping for would shed light on the great work they did, not getting involved with a less than desirable crowd. And it applied for y/n and George too. Since Fittes didn’t work out for them, they should be doing their best to make Lockwood and Co noteworthy. To put the company on the map and guarantee them the future they were supposed to have. Why was he the only one to see that? It seemed obvious enough.

He went back and forth in his head as he followed the Thames for the next half hour. His thoughts were cut short when he noticed a familiar boat secured near a spot where the river was shallower. Instead of following the sidewalk, he jumped over a fence guarding a flight of stairs and climbed down to the banks. He had to walk a few minutes longer to finally spot a familiar figure. She was crouched down, digging into the mud, like he was used to finding her. He barely had time to walk closer to her that she was already greeting him, like she had sensed him coming from a mile away.

“Morning, Locky. Been a while.”

“It’s been far too long, Flo. I brought you some licorice to apologize.”

It was only when he mentioned the treat that she stood up and faced him. She took them nonchalantly. A wide bright smile lightened up her face after she took a bite.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked, chewing loudly.

“I just wanted to check up on you, see how you were doing.”

“There’s not much to tell. Business as usual. Except maybe for this new rich old man all relic-men wanna work for.”

“What’s that about?” Lockwood asked, frowning.

“You haven’t heard of the new traffic taking over the city? That’s surprising of you.”

“Oh please, not you too!” He was exasperated.

“What’s with you?” Flo teased him.

“Nothing.”

“I really thought you’d be more invested in all this.”

“A lot of people seem to assume that… What does this particular traffic have that’s so special?” His irritation was starting to show.

“It’s just such a mess that it’s killing people left and right. Relic-men who aren’t cautious…”

“They sort of had it coming.” He cut in.

“…innocent bystanders too. Some people get ghost-touched just by living nearby.” She had gone back to work, digging near the water as she explained the situation in a neutral voice. She didn’t seem particularly affected.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that they start moving dozens of sources at a time! They break into homes, antique shops, cemeteries or whatever potential place with relics they can find and just… don’t secure them at all. They’re being really dumb about it. A bunch of them just broke stuff and ended up with a new visitor.” Her tone had changed when she mumbled those last words. She tried being cautious when she explained further. But Lockwood wasn’t really focused anymore. The world stood still for a moment.

“Just because the guy who’s buying is paying more than the usual market price.” Flo concluded.

He had gone silent. It’s like he was reliving the scene all over again. This couldn’t be happening. Not again.

“That guy. Who is it?” he suddenly asked with a new determination.

“I don’t know… some posh old man looking to impress his friends I guess.”

“Tell me if you have any more information. Stop by whenever you hear more, alright?”

“Locky, don’t do anything stupid. You don’t have anything to do with this. It wasn’t your fault-”

“Keep me posted, will you?”

With that he started to walk back, more briskly than he had come. This wouldn’t happen in other homes. Not if he could help it.

He tried to ignore the sorry tone he had heard in her voice as he reached the steps that led back to the street. The news hadn’t been what he expected at all. He thought he was simply going to have a chat with an old friend. Instead, the past he had tried so hard to bury was back to haunt him. It had taken him by surprise, but it wasn’t anything to worry about. He had much to do, he didn’t have time to be distracted. He ignored the twist in his stomach as the sound of the source breaking followed by a scream echoed through his mind. He directed his attention to the next step of the plan they would have to follow. George would have to explain everything all over again, but he was sure he wouldn’t mind. And now that he was on her side, y/n would no longer be mad. Everything would be fine. He had everything under control. He mumbled to himself on the street as he thought about what they needed to do next. Obviously Flo was essential to the operation. Without her intel there was no way they could stop the dealings. Especially if every relic-man in the city wanted a piece of the business. They couldn’t target relic-men specifically. They needed to aim higher. George had already offered to follow her. He was probably right. But most importantly they needed to uncover who was this mystery man buying all those sources. They also had to find out why anyone would want to buy so many sources that they singlehandedly affected the entire relic market.

As he neared Portland Row he wondered how he could phrase his apology. He stopped at Arif’s before climbing the few steps leading to the front door. The house was silent. At first he thought he would find them in the kitchen, still thinking of potential links between the information they had like George was used to doing. But when he got down there the room was empty. He looked through the library, their bedrooms, down the basement. No one. He went back in the kitchen, put the box of doughnuts on the table and started reading the plan they had started to write on the Thinking Cloth. He smiled at the poorly disguised acronyms and anagrams y/n had used to hide what she was planning on doing. Though it faded quickly when he read the next line, something about going back to the south of London out of town. He assumed it was where her family lived. She wasn’t just planning on investigating Dufour behind his back then. She was leaving town. She was leaving him.

It was only a matter of time anyway. He should have known it was a mistake when he offered to hire her. It was always destined to end this way or another. Letting her in seemed like a good idea at the time. She needed a job and a place to stay, he needed another member in his team. That’s what he’d told himself. But he might as well have lied to himself all along. He’d been manipulative from the start. He always was, he did everything he could to get his way. And now it was time to pay for it. It wouldn’t surprise him if George went with her. After all, he had been selfish with him too. George had helped him set up his company and supported him when he didn’t have anyone else. And when he asked him for help he turned his back on him. Being left alone was all that he deserved.

He loosened his tie. It was getting hard to breathe. Guilt strengthened its grip on his lungs, contracted them until he choked. No matter how deep he inhaled, he was running out of air. He was falling deeper down a spiral. Memories he thought buried resurfaced, their long thin fingers clinging to him, pulling him deeper. They sunk their claws into his skin, he felt like he was being torn apart. Blurry faces floated in front of his eyes and remained when he closed them. He wanted them to go away, but the thought of never seeing them again broke his heart all the same.

He held on to the nearest chair, trying to steady himself, but failed. Everything was painful. Sitting down, breathing, thinking, just existing was too much to bear. He felt like his body was shutting down, giving up on him too. He knew it had to end eventually. He didn’t think it would end like this, but it was better that way. To leave this world behind.

He sat down on the kitchen floor, his vision blurry. He was staring off into space, his lungs hurting, his breathing hoarse and shallow. All he could see was the ectoplasm burn from the room upstairs. Jessica was glowing in the middle of it, her arms open, welcoming him into the darkness. The ache spread from his lungs to his heart but he also felt relieved. He would join them and everything would be better. She had a warm smile on her face, the one she always wore when she tucked him into bed every night. But she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were focused on something right next to him. He turned to look. y/n’s bag was settled against the next chair, packed with what could be qualified as an amateur surveillance kit at best. He frowned. Why would she leave her stuff here if she had planned on leaving? She wasn’t the kind to travel lightly. She always had a bag full of useless stuff “just in case”. He never understood her logic but he had always seen her with a heavy bag. Maybe she wasn’t gone after all. A glimmer of hope sparked. But then where were they? The ache clenching his heart turned to anxiety. What if something bad had happened to them? The whole Dufour case could have taken a dark turn. Relic-men could have gotten to them. He needed to find them. He wouldn’t leave this world without knowing they were safe.

His thoughts were racing. Adrenaline had replaced apathy. He didn’t know where to start to look for them and with every passing second they could be further into trouble. He frantically read the notes on the Thinking Cloth, searching for any indication of where they might be. His eyes couldn’t focus. He wouldn’t be of any help if he felt this way. He tried to remember the exercise George had made him do that one time he found him in the same state. He closed his eyes and focused on the air coming out of his nose. He breathed in deep, keeping his attention on his stomach rising. Breathe in. Breathe out. He looked down at the table. There was a map with different places circled. He wrote them down and walked out of the kitchen. He intended to check them all, even if it meant walking through every single street of London.

He headed for the door with a new determination. He put one foot outside and was immediately stopped in his tracks. He stood in the doorframe and watched as a car parked in front of the house. A tall gentleman got out and went to open the first backdoor. George got out the best he could with his hands in handcuffs. Lockwood felt instantly relieved. Though it was bittersweet. Seeing his best friend arrested wasn’t what he enjoyed the most. That was until he heard him give the man a piece of his mind before comparing him to an elderly turtle with all the grace George was known to be capable of. Lockwood couldn’t help but smile. They were alright. They were safe. y/n got out of the car shortly after. Though her handcuffs were already off. She slammed them against the man’s chest before heading towards the house. Lockwood realized he should have known better than to worry himself sick over her safety. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and she had already proven that a thousand times. Before George or y/n could cross the iron gate, the man called them back in a voice that seemed unnecessarily loud.

“This isn’t over. Consider yourself under constant surveillance. If I catch any of you out of line I’ll have you thrown in jail. Am I understood?”

Neither of them reacted. y/n climbed the few steps, glaring at Lockwood. If looks could kill, he would have been dead in an instant. She bumped hard into his shoulder as she entered the house and headed immediately for her room. George reached the door. He didn’t look bothered at all. He frowned at him, indirectly asking what was going on.

“We have a lot to tell you.”

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[back to reader’s pov]

It had been an hour since Barnes had dropped them off. She hadn’t moved from the foot of her bed where she was sitting still. She kept replaying the day in her head, trying to make sense of what they had been told.

The ride to DEPRAC had been a silent one. George didn’t look particularly worried, but y/n had a hard time keeping it together. She bounced her leg fast the whole way there. She was worried they took the accusation from the papers literally. Or maybe they were in trouble because they both tried to break into a supervisor’s office. George would be fine since he didn’t succeed. But she was a criminal. What if she was arrested for good? Was this really how it was going to end?

As soon as they arrived, they were separated. Inspector Wade led George in a different room than her and she was left alone with Inspector Barnes. He sat across from her while putting down a manila folder in front of him. He didn’t open it right away.

“Why were you fired from Fittes, miss y/n?” he asked her instead.

She didn’t know how much he knew about her already. She wasn't sure if the real reason had been written down in her personnel file.

“I broke into a supervisor’s office.” She reluctantly admitted after a few minutes.

“Why?”

“I thought she had something to hide.”

“And what would that be?”

She had the feeling he already knew what she was going to say. He wanted to see if she would say the thing he expected. But she couldn’t tell if he believed her.

“I thought she might be stealing sources.”

“You got that theory from your good friend Karim, didn’t you?”

She nodded, but he hadn’t waited for her answer to continue.

“You see, when I read the paper yesterday I thought that giving the front page to an article that seemed mainly exaggeration was a little excessive. But then later in the day a woman working at Fittes came by to report two ex-agents.”

She actually did it she thought. She couldn’t think of a word rude enough to describe her. She was already picturing herself back in that same interrogation room in a couple of days with a murder charge. Barnes must have seen right through her.

“I need you to remain calm for the moment, miss y/n. I had no choice but to bring you here to interrogate the both of you separately. Though I’ve been through your record and I found it very surprising that someone like you could be accused of such things. You rose through the ranks quickly, got to be part of several leading teams, including Mr. Kipps’, and even won several distinctions. Not one step out of line in your whole career.”

She remained silent. It didn’t mean much that she had been exemplary now, she ended up in handcuffs anyway.

“Something didn’t sit right with me. I could be wrong though. Maybe you’re just talented in more than one way.” She shot him another angry stare. He looked unaffected. “I need to hear your version of what’s going on. So I’m asking you to tell me everything you know.”

“How can I be sure you’ll believe me?”

“You won't know until you try.”

She hesitated. A part of her thought that it might not even be worth it. But on the other hand, she didn’t have much to lose.

She told him everything starting with her growing suspicions. The insistent tone Dufour had when she offered to bring back the source. The meet-up she had witnessed. The chase. The rumors Kipps had told her about. She tried to go into great detail. A voice in her head kept whispering that no one would believe her. But the whisper quieted down when she noticed Barnes listening intently, taking notes and rummaging through the folder he had brought. He took out three pictures.

“Do you recognize any of these men?”

“No… I’m sorry I was far away and I was hiding. I didn't get a good look at them.”

“And where did you say the meet-up took place?”

She took a second to answer. She had a hard time acknowledging he actually believed her.

“Um… It was near the Thames, around Scotland Yard I think.”

“Did you hear anything worth mentioning?”

“Well I did see Mrs. Dufour selling the clock we had taken from Mrs. Overton’s house. I heard her negotiate the share she would take on its price but-”

The other inspector entered the room before she could finish her sentence.

“Sir, I think you should hear this.”

“Excuse me.”

Barnes left the room with Wade, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She was deeply confused and didn’t know how to feel about her situation. There was an official report against her, that part was not good. But the inspector in charge didn’t seem to believe she had anything to do with it. She wanted to think there were some positive aspects, but she doubted she could actually trust the man who had arrested her. She remained alone for quite some time, impatiently waiting. She felt like she had been there for several hours already. Though without a clock or natural light it was hard to tell. Eventually, the inspector came back. He didn’t ask her to finish what she had started to say before getting interrupted.

“Do you have any contact with relic-men on a regular basis?”

“Aside from the time one of them chased me down to slit my throat, I prefer to keep a safe distance.”

He got up.

“Are we done?”

“Not quite.” He didn’t explain further and simply asked her to come with him. 

She followed him down a corridor lined with a dozen doors. None of them were numbered. It must not be easy to locate anything in this gigantic building if rooms didn’t even have numbers on them. Barnes selected one of them seemingly at random and opened it. It looked like the same dark interrogation room she was just in. Sitting at the table was George, who didn’t seem to notice them coming in, too busy telling inspector Wade about something that required a lot of gesturing, probably one of the many theories they had been working on since their research. There was an extra chair next to him. Barnes told her to sit down. Only then did George look up and smiled at her. 

“y/n! We were just talking about what we learned at the furnaces.” He exclaimed before going back to what he was saying.

The inspectors shared an exasperated look before interrupting.

“Mr. Karim, we appreciate your input but we have more pressing matters to discuss.” Barnes said in a serious tone. “There are strong accusations against you and they are not to be taken lightly.”

“But you believe us?” y/n asked tentatively.

“I believe that you make the perfect suspects.”

She gaped at him while George was outraged, telling them to learn how to do their job. Barnes raised one hand to silence them.

“However… I think there’s more to this case than meets the eye.”

“I’m glad to finally hear you admit it!” George said, leaning back into his chair.

“Thanks to your testimonies we can safely assume that your case is linked directly to the recent surge in relic dealings. Whether you have anything to do with it or not remains to be proven, but so is your innocence. For now I want you to lay low and not do anything stupid.” He turned to George, then to her. “Am I understood?”

Her frustration came rushing back. Yet another person telling her she shouldn’t do anything.

“So someone I saw commit a felony with my own eyes is putting the blame on us and you expect me to let it slide?”

“I trust that you’re smart enough to realize that the stakes are higher than you think. There are powerful people ready to sink you to protect themselves. It isn’t to be taken lightly. One more mistake would only make their case against you stronger. Believe me if you want to get out of this unharmed you’d better take my advice.”

She looked over at George. His expression was inscrutable.

“I also need to drive you home in handcuffs to keep up appearances.”

At first, she thought it was the inspector’s poor attempt at a joke. Her smile faded when he actually handcuffed them.

“Why would you need to do this? We’re not under arrest.”

“I need certain people to think you’re in more trouble than you really are.”

“Does that have to do with my Scotland Yard theory?” George asked.

“Maybe.” Barnes admitted at a volume barely above a whisper.

This morning, George had suggested the idea that the meeting y/n had witnessed happened so close to Scotland Yard, a risky and quite frankly stupid place for dealing stolen relics, because an officer working there was part of the deal. That would explain how Dufour could have filed an official complaint against them without any tangible proof of their link to relic-men. He had a satisfied look on his face and put out his hands graciously to be handcuffed. He undeniably loved to be right. She wasn’t as forthcoming. The idea of being paraded through the building as someone officially under arrest didn’t sit right with her.

The walk back to the inspector’s car had been humiliating. A few people stared at them as they walked by like they were putting on a show for their entertainment. Not only was she asked to lay low, she also had to pretend like she was guilty. It was infuriating. On the way back to Portland Row, Barnes felt the need to remind them yet again to keep a low profile.

“I’ll keep you updated if anything new comes up, but in the meantime-”

“Yeah yeah ‘don’t be stupid’, you’ve gone over that part already.” George interrupted.

y/n remained silent, picking at her handcuffs to distract herself.

Once they reached their destination, Barnes yelled something to maintain the illusion. His acting skills were terrible. Lockwood was standing in the doorframe, smiling. She couldn’t believe him. He was the one to tell her that this whole thing would blow over and that it wasn’t a big deal. Now he saw them getting out of a police car in handcuffs and he was smiling? She bumped hard into his shoulder as she entered and went straight to her room.

The sun was starting to set. She felt numb. This whole situation was getting too much to bear. Maybe she should just go back to her parents’. The thought had briefly crossed her mind this morning. It had been quickly chased by George’s enthusiasm but now that she was alone she considered it more seriously. She’d be away from trouble and rumors there. She would do what she was asked, laying low and fleeing, leaving DEPRAC to handle Dufour. Lockwood would keep his precious reputation intact. He’d have one less thing to worry about. She wouldn’t drag George into her mess. Everyone would be better off with her gone.

She jumped at the rapid knocks on the door to the attic. After a few seconds, the door opened and hesitant footsteps started to climb the stairs. Lockwood appeared. He tried to smile at her. She didn’t smile back. They remained in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. She hadn’t moved from her bed. He was standing awkwardly near the stairs.

“I wanted to see if you were okay…”

“You said to do nothing because it would blow over and the next day I got dragged in handcuffs for an interrogation. How do you think I’m doing?”

“You got out of those pretty quickly…” He joked quietly. “You’ll have to teach me that, it’d be useful.”

She simply stared back.

“I’m sorry. For unsuccessfully lightening the mood and for the way I acted.”

She didn’t say anything. He would have to do a lot more than that to earn her forgiveness.

“George told me everything that went down at the station. I want to say that the positive thing is that this Barnes inspector seems to be on your side. But it might be early to talk about silver linings.”

She raised her eyebrows. No kidding. He shifted slightly closer to her.

“I was wrong. I should have been on your side from the start. I don’t think you should listen to Barnes. Or leave town…”

She hated how he apparently had the ability to read her mind. He took one more step closer.

“George and I need you if we want to stop this. Please help us.”

She remained silent. She didn’t know what to think anymore.

“Or rather… please forgive me.” He concluded with a thin smile.

She looked up at him and was surprised to see him look so honest. His eyes were softer than they had been the night before. His smile was almost shy. It wasn’t far from his usual grin and yet it felt like it was a world away from what she was used to. She wanted to believe him. She nodded slightly. He relaxed instantly, letting out a long sigh. A satisfied look took place once more upon his face.

“Wait, no.” y/n said, renewing the tension that had left the room for a second.

“No?”

“You can’t just walk in here and perform your usual charming act hoping it’ll work again.”

“What do you mean?” Lockwood asked, confused.

“You know exactly what I mean. You act all sweet and flash your signature smile to get everyone to agree with you. You do this with every client we have. Hell, you even did it to me to get me to work here!”

“What? That’s not true!”

“Yes, it is. You acted all nice and sweet-”

“I was comforting you! I was offering my help. I didn’t lie to you or trick you to get you to work here!”

“In hindsight it’s what it feels like.” She finally admitted, dropping what had been on her mind for the past few weeks. There was a long pause. He stared at her in stunned silence.

“I’m sorry you think I’m capable of such a thing.”

He went back downstairs and didn’t bother to close the door.

The relief she felt was bittersweet. The truth was out, and she hoped it would help clear things up between them. Once the tension eased, she would maybe understand Lockwood’s intentions. Though that was a stretch, and she felt terrible, like she had crossed a line.

It was only because she was starving that she eventually came downstairs to help with dinner. George had her chopping onions, Lockwood was nowhere to be seen.

When he eventually made an appearance, they ate in silence. The few times they spoke, they barely said three words or they gestured vaguely. George poured himself a glass of water and Lockwood held out his hand to grab the bottle. She put out her glass but he deliberately put down the water away from her without serving her. She glared at him.

“I wouldn’t want you to think I have ulterior motives.” He shrugged.

He could be so infuriating.

“I learned a little bit more about this whole relic-dealing.” He said to change the subject. “Apparently this whole thing is happening because of one man who is singlehandedly raising the demand for haunted objects. He’s paying handsomely and it’s enough to make everyone go crazy.”

“Then following Dufour would definitely help us learn more about this man.” George answered.

“Maybe… I think we might have to think bigger. To aim for the leaders directly and not just for the leg men. We should probably start by collecting more information about what’s going on in town, in higher society, maybe some events or gatherings that could help us identify this man.”

“Sure I could go back to the Archives tomorrow.” George agreed.

“Yesterday you didn’t even want to hear about this and now we should just follow your every order?” y/n interrupted.

“What do you want from me? I tell you to let it go, you yell at me. I tell you we should get involved and you yell at me again.”

“Because we should always do what you decide!”

“Fine, what do you suggest we do then?”

“I have to think about it…”

“How surprising!”

“Oh shut-”

“Enough!” George slammed his fist on the table. “I’m sick of having to listen to you fight. Apologize to each other and let’s get this over with.”

y/n and Lockwood stared at each other in silence. Neither of them went first.

“Fine.” George said, standing up. “I won’t do any more research then. Until you both apologize, I’m on strike.”

He ignored their protests and went up to his room.

“See what you did?” Lockwood blamed her. “I don’t understand you y/n. I thought you’d be glad I joined you on your revenge mission.”

“You’re so used to getting your way that you can’t imagine things might be more complicated than that.”

“Then tell me what I’m doing wrong! You didn’t accept my apology… I mean, what more do you want?”

“I want you to realize that my career was my life and it was taken away from me. I’ve never felt more powerless than when I got fired and now I can’t even make my own decisions because you decided that you know better than everyone else. And the fact that you don’t even let me decide what to do about something that only concerns me and George…”

She broke off, not sure how to finish her sentence. He didn’t seem sure of what to say either.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more attentive to this.” He sat in the chair next to her. “I guess I always saw Fittes like a prison and couldn’t see how getting fired from there was a bad thing. I’ll make sure to listen to your opinion… if it’s worth listening to.” He winked at her. She felt acknowledged for the first time since her troubles had begun. It wasn’t perfect, but it was an improvement. She smiled back at him. Though, she felt like there was more that he wanted to say. He hesitated, not sure how to phrase what he had in mind.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but the relic-dealing case isn’t just about you and George anymore.” He said cautiously. She frowned.

“People are dying over it.” He continued. “Dozens of sources are being stolen from any place that might have something of value and aren’t secured properly. Because of that some of them broke and let out a visitor that killed people nearby.” He looked into her eyes. “We need to stop this, y/n. Some relic-men managed to get their hands on relics that contained spirits that broke free when they mishandled the sources. This type of ghost will kill the first thing it sees as soon as it breaks free.” He grew more passionate as he explained what he knew. He was staring at something in the distance, his gaze focused, like he was looking through a window to the past. There was turmoil in his voice. It was unsettling, he was usually either indifferent or very professional when talking about visitors.

She listened intently, hanging on to every word. She realized she was staring at him when he suddenly stopped talking and looked down at the table. He looked haunted. She had never seen him so vulnerable before.

“How do you want to proceed?” She asked, trying to make him think of something else.

He looked back at her and blinked in surprise.

“I thought you didn’t want to take orders from me anymore?”

“Vulnerability’s a good look on you.”

The faintest blush appeared on his cheeks. He almost looked shy. She didn’t think it was possible for Lockwood to look anything other than proud and annoyingly attractive.

“I hope this isn’t another one of your acts to get me to forgive you.” She teased him. Though a part of it was true. She still didn’t know if she could trust his puppy eyes. She was about to get up when he took both of her hands in his to make her look at him.

“y/n, I need you to know that I never had the intention to trick you or charm or whatever you want to call it. I was always honest and I meant everything I told you.”

She could get used to seeing him like this. She actually felt like she got to see him for who he really was. And she loved this version of him. The real him. She took back her hands at the thought.

“Even when you said I was pretentious and helpless?” She said to ease the tension she was feeling.

“I meant the nice things.” He corrected. He laughed lightly and looked deep into her eyes with the same warmth from a few weeks ago, when he comforted her in the library. She had no idea how he could maintain eye contact with so much intensity in his gaze. She wondered if the oven was still on with how hot the room was getting.

“Though I wasn’t completely wrong when I said you were pretentious.” He winked.

“You’re the worst!” She laughed as she pushed him away and got up to go back to her room.

“I’ll tell George to get back to work on my way up.” She gave him one last smile before opening the door to the kitchen.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

Unfortunately, it wasn’t. Screaming filled her ears and she was paralyzed with fear. It was coming from everywhere, surrounding her and nulling her senses. At first, she couldn’t see anything. The place was pitch black and horribly cold. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark. She had no idea where she was. It looked like some sort of warehouse, with industrial equipment resting under a thick layer of dust. Spiderwebs covered every inch of them and climbed up to the ceiling. That wasn’t a good sign. The screaming intensified. It sounded like a group of teenagers. Her psychic senses, usually sharp even under pressure, were blurry and didn’t give her any indication on what was going on. She noticed a door in the corner of her eye and tried to run to it but her legs refused to work. It was like she was fused in place, unable to move. She panicked as the screaming got closer. But the threat passed right through her. She felt a freezing bolt of energy crashing into her before opening two tall doors wide. A group of agents tried to close them back, they were losing control of the situation. y/n was forced to watch the scene, unable to help. One of them, she assumed the leader of the group, shouted orders that were barely audible above the wind that had risen up. The group went back through the doors, struggling to keep them close. At the last minute, two girls appeared right before they shut. One of them was injured, but she was too far for y/n to see her face. The second girl took off her jacket to tend to her wound. She looked like she was screaming at someone outside but y/n couldn’t see anything from where she was. She desperately wanted to help but her feet did not move. Suddenly the girl looked right at her. It was her. The one who had been haunting her dreams for weeks. She had accusing eyes and said something to her that she couldn’t make out. Then she started screaming. Louder than the wind, louder than the screams of her teammates, louder than y/n’s own screaming.

She bolted up in bed, her throat sore and drenched in sweat.

#ukuwrites #who follows the rules anyway #lockwood and co fic #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x y/n #lockwood and co imagine #anthony lockwood #lockwood & co

[judysxnd]

Hey . I have a request for pedro × reader if it's possible.

Have you seen queen Charlotte? That scene where Charlotte says fight with me fight for me . I just imagine where there's a problem and pedro refuse to talk about it and they have a fight with being open but happy ending please 😁

Don’t come for me, but.. I haven’t watched the show 😳 soooo, I hope it was close enough to what happened in it!

I liked what I wrote, that’s very.. surprising 🫢

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When it’s a bad day, it’s a bad day. You can do whatever you want, sometimes it can still go worse to the point where you regret even getting up. That’s what happened today with Pedro. It just kept going.

He woke up thirty minutes late because his phone mysteriously didn’t charge and died. Obviously he had a bad night because you didn’t come home. Your flight was delayed but he unfortunately didn’t know about it.

So he woke up upset not to see you home when you should have been. He stayed in that mood, when his car ran out of gas and didn’t have time to get some before his interview. When he arrived at his appointment, his phone finally decided to turn on, he had one missed call about his interview that was canceled. Right as he parked in front of the building.

He didn’t even know how he got to the station. Full of worry but still very upset. While he put gas in, he checked his phone, no text from you. Where were you? He was upset that you didn’t update him, but was getting worried as he thought that something bad could have happened to you.

After that he decided to come back home. The rest of his chores could wait for an other day. When he entered the house, he saw your luggage inside by the door. For a second he was relieved you were safe at home. He started to think about what could have possibly happened that made you come back later than you were supposed to. Flight delayed, traffic, filming that finished later, there were a few things possible.

But he was still upset that you didn’t tell him. Anything could have happened he would know. So he decided not to make himself known. He didn’t know where you were in the house, but he guessed you were taking a shower. That’s usually what you do after a flight. Instead, he went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

When he turned around to lean against the counter, he was surprised by you, waiting at the door, only wearing a towel, your wet hair leaving drops on your name skin. He wanted to run to you, hug you as he’s been worried sick about you. He didn’t see you for too long, but his pride got the best of him, he was too upset. He also didn’t want to take his frustration out on you so he decided not to talk to you. But it wasn’t easy.

“hey baby” you said softly, slowly approaching Pedro. “I didn’t hear you come in” he was drinking so he didn’t say anything.

“How long have you been home?” He finally said

“Hum I don’t know, maybe an hour or two” he breathed out than put his glass down and left the kitchen. You were confused. You watched him leave the room, not really understanding why he was upset.

“Did you have a bad day?” You asked. He stopped but didn’t turned around.

“Something like that” he said before disappearing. You could hear the anger in his voice.

You stood there completely lost. You came home before when he was upset but he never acted like that. He always hugged you and asked about your flight and such, like it made his bad mood disappear. But this time it was different, like you did something.

Now you were getting upset because if you did something wrong he could just tell you. How are you supposed to apologize or explain the situation if you don’t know what it’s about? So you followed him. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. You stood in front of him and as you expected it, he didn’t even lift an eye to look at you.

“Pedro” you said dryly, but he didn’t look up at you. “What’s wrong?” You had enough of it. You grabbed his phone so that he didn’t have any other choice to look at you

“Hey!”

“Tell me what’s wrong”

“Nothing. Just a bad day.” He crossed his arms. “Can I have my phone back or do you want to make my day worse than it already was?” You scoffed

“What did I do?” He didn’t say anything, just stared at you. “You had bad days before, but you never acted like that. I clearly did something so tell me” he exhaled, looking down

“I don’t want to talk, I just want to be alone”

“After you tell me”

“It will just pass”

“No it won’t”

“I’ll risk it” he got up, took his phone then left upstairs, went in the bedroom. Once again you stood there once again, flabbergasted. You took a deep breath than almost ran to the bedroom.

“Pedro how am I supposed to know what’s wrong if you don’t tell me? I can either apologize or explain but only if you tell me what’s going on. How are we supposed to move forward if you don’t communicate with me? We’re in a relationship. If it’s either me or something else, I want to hear about it. I can help. I am here for that for god’s sake!” You we’re getting worked up. “I don’t know what I am supposed to do now, like, just, talk to me” you crossed your arms, looking at him. “Just, we’re a couple, you’re supposed to like fight with me, we’re supposed to fight for each other, I want to fight with you!” He stood up.

“Y/n” he stopped you

“Pedro just- what happened tell me!” You sounded desperate, because you were

“Why did you come back that late?”

“What?” You shook your arms

“You were supposed to come back during the night”

“I- my flight got delayed” he stared at you, then you realized “Is it.. because, I.. didn’t tell you about it?” He nodded. You walked a little bit closer to him. “Shit I’m sorry, it was in the middle of the night, I knew you had that interview, I didn’t want to wake you up” you put your hands on his arms

“I was worried, my day started really bad and the fact that you weren’t home, that I didn’t know where you were, it threw me out” you hugged him tight

“I’m so sorry honey” you felt his arms go around your back. Finally you could feel him. “But I’m here now, and your bad day is over now”

“Thank god” he said as he rested his head on top of yours

“What made your day so bad anyway?” You pulled back a bit to look at him

“Bad night, my phone died, I was late for my interview that actually got canceled, I almost ran out of gas, like really, it was really really close, and I didn’t know where you were”

“It just went on and on apparently”

“Tell me about it” he sighed

“What can I do to help you forget about it?” You said, still holding him tight

“That’s a very interesting question” he smirked

“Look who’s feeling better now” you laughed as you playfully hit him

“What? You asked the right question” he joked, laughing

“Finally! I missed that smile” you said, putting your hand in his cheek

“And I missed you” he said, looking at you

“Dame un beso”

“Hm hm hm” he just said, his hands travelling back up to your face, before kissing you passionately “I love you so so much mi amor”

“And I love you more”

“Not possible” you both chuckled

“Try me”

“Can’t beat me on that one”

“We’ll see about that” you kissed his cheek before walking away to the bathroom

“Where do you think you’re going preciosa?”

“Getting dressed?” You said entering the bathroom

“I’m not sure you really need to” he joked as he followed you to the bathroom

And just like that, his bad day was long forgotten, you were finally home and safe with him. All this time apart was forgotten too, going back to where you were before you left.

#pedro pascal #fanfic #imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #oneshot #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal one shot #pedro x reader #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal fluff

[meikyuunolovers]

Moments in Kinks-related books that I can't stop thinking about, no matter if it's happy, horrible, or sad :

-Michael Aldred. It was really interesting to see Ray's perspective. It was funny to see how he mentioned the word "friendship" right after writing about how Michael listened to the walls at the Connaught Gardens house. And also, Dave's recollection of their breakup. (X-Ray and Kink).

-Staying on the Michael Aldred topic, the fact that he was already trying to hit on Dave the first time they met during Ready, Steady, Go!. And Dave jokingly(?) punching Pete because... I don't remember what Pete did (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Mitch Mitchell almost joining The Kinks after the Cardiff incident (X-Ray, Kink and Americana I think?).

-["Where the fuck did the Greenlaw come from ?"] (X-Ray, I need to find the page again)

-Ray comparing Pete leaving the band to a divorce. (X-Ray)

-The whole David Watts bit aka. Ray attempts to sell his brother's hand to a man in exchange for a mansion after finding out the guy was gay with Mick's help. Also Mick was dancing around while in birth day clothing (X-Ray and Kink. I'm pretty sure Ray Davies: A Complicated Life also mentioned it).

-The mention of Nobby's picture with the guitar and shovel after he went back to his day job due to Pete coming back in 1966 (X-Ray).

-Mick Avory and his connections with the drag queen community (X-Ray).

-Mitch Mitchell hiding pigeons under his bed (Kink).

-Dave explaining Ray's behaviour with astrology (Kink).

-Everyone (the bros, Mick and Nobby) getting scolded by Grenville, and then Baptist entering the room drunk, in full Viking gear, and blowing a horn. Then Grenville resigned (Kink and Americana).

-Ken Jones' death (Americana and Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Mick falling and hurting his back while in a clown costume (Kink and Americana).

-Mick, a model, and a DJ (X-Ray).

-Mick attracting all the drag queens even though he's "straight" (Ray's words, not mine) (X-Ray).

-The house Dave and Mick (and Michael Aldred !) lived in had to get exorcised after they all left (don't remember which one, X-Ray maybe ?— Actually I think it was Ray Davies: A Complicated Life. Not sure though).

-The "pineapple juice" bit (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Baptist eating a restaurant bill, and then Pamela (one of the backing singers during Preservation era) trying to do the same but not being allowed to (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-The Kinks almost having a punch-up after a concert because Bob asked for a pizza and the brothers "went apeshit" (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Jim getting to go to the Rock N' Roll Hall of Fame ceremony, even though he wasn't inducted (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Chrissie Hynde being scared that her and Ray's house might be haunted, so Ray called Peggy who called Dave for assistance (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Nobby thinking him leaving the Kinks was fated (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-1984 being a bad year for basically everyone (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Gordon having to calm down Mick's murderous intents for half an hour after the latter had to be sent to the dressing room following a fight with Dave (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Baptist dropping college right before his finals just so he could join The Kinks (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Nobby sprinting, diving and swimming Baptist back to the shore after the keyboardist accidentally fell (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-The Early 70s lineup members having nicknames (Nobby for John D, Baptist for John G, Hyde for Dave and One Step for Mick) (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-The "Kinks Hijack Plane" headline. Aka the Kinks got drunk before a flight, Dave went feral and Nobby screaming out of frustration from missing a soccer match (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-"[Ray] Davies was a horrible geezer – a cunt" - Phil May (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Mick and Baptist going Cassandra truth-mode on Andy (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Ray knocking out Baptist during a fight before the encore (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Jim and Gordon contrasting each other (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-The "Psychatrist. Hours open: 10-12" door (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

-Pete jokingly telling John Entwistle to give his bass to "a real bass player" (Ray Davies: A Complicated Life).

Other post I said I would post months ago, but didn't until today. It's a bit dusty because the only modification I did was remove 1 moment because I genuinely didn't know how to feel about that one.

#the kinks #ray davies #dave davies #pete quaife #mick avory #john dalton #john gosling #andy pyle #gordon edwards #jim rodford #ian gibbons #bob henrit #michael aldred #mitch mitchell #grenville collins #chrissie hynde #phil may #john entwistle

[rose-pearls]

Chilhood infatuation - Rooster

Summary: you had been a constant person in Rooster's life and he didn't realise how important you were to him until he saw you with another man.

Part 1, Part 2 - Part 4, Epilogue

Bradley knew he had been stupid during his teenage years, fighting with Mav and following his friends into stupid shit. But his biggest mistake was probably hurting the only person that always believed in him. She had always looked at him with big bright eyes, like he hung the moon and somehow it was something reassuring, like a safe blanket that you had during your childhood.

He remembers that night when he came home to an angry Maverick, looking at him with disappointed eyes, Ice was sitting down at the table looking at him with the same disappointment. He didn’t know what he had done, couldn’t think of something that would make the both of them so mad.

“How could you say that about her?”, he immediately knew what his godfather meant, and he felt like a cold bucket of water was thrown over him. He knew what Maverick was talking about and the moment the words had left his mouth he had regretted them; he had been frustrated by everything these last months and even she started frustrating him even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. He knew that it was not an excuse and the lecture that followed made it even clearer, he had hurt her in a way that couldn’t be solved by a sweet smile.

That night he couldn’t sleep, thinking about what he should do but when the next morning came and he saw her she just nodded at him and continued her way down the corridors, leaving him stunned. She always used to smile at him with bright smiles that were only meant for him but now he only received nods from her, and he barely got to spend any time with her before he left for flight school. 

His first night at flight school they had decided to go out and enjoy the evening before the rough training would start. He had been enjoying his night, learning to get the know the people with who he would be spending the next weeks with, until Every breath you take came on and he felt his heart stop at the song. 

Memories came back from her junior prom when her date had dumped her last minute and he had taken over the spot. It was awkward at first because he had never thought of going to prom with her but through the night they started talking and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at her sarcastic remarks to somethings. They played a few games like I spy, and Bradley hadn’t laughed that much in a long time. Every breath you take came on and everyone moved to the dance floor including them, he remembers the two of them whispering through the dance, snickering at two students trying to put some alcohol in the punch and getting caught or a couple making out way too much being stopped by their principal. They danced and sang, well more screamed, to the next songs before going to buy some burgers and fries while watching the stars on his Bronco. It was the first time in a long time that he hadn’t thought about anything and just enjoyed the night, not wanting it to end.

He hadn’t been able to stay at the bar and left to go back to his shared room, nearly breaking down along the way from the guilt he felt. Memories of their childhood continued to come, and he had to stop to take a breath. The time they went to Disneyworld trying to eat all the snacks but ending up in a food comma with their parents scolding them while they shared mischievous grins. All of the barbecues they had with their families and the Christmases spent making cookies and trying to sneak some food and nearly getting a spatula thrown at them by Ice. 

Bradley knew he couldn’t get back to that, no matter how hard he wanted it, to have her look at him like she did before, to have the person that believed in him and supported him through everything back. He called her that night, not knowing if he wanted her to answer or not but when he finally heard her voice, he felt the knot in his chest disappear. 

“Bradley? How is flight school?”, he could hear the excitement in her voice, and he smiled at the thought of that bright smile and sparkling eyes that he missed so much. 

“It’s good, weird to not be able to be at the barbecue tomorrow.”, she lets out a soft laugh and he grips his phone closer, hoping to hear it better.

“At least now we will be able to eat something without you throwing everything on your plate.”, he scoffed at that but can’t help but join her laughter. 

“It will be alright, you know. It’s okay to be scared, it’s something new but I know you will love it there.”, he closed his eyes at her words, she always seemed to know what to say to him.

“Plus, you better get ready for when I arrive and kick your ass.”, this time he burst in laughter, and she let out a scoff before joining him.

“Thank you.”, she didn’t answer but he knew that she was there and that was enough. She told him that she needed to go to sleep and that he should too but before she could hang up, he whispered the dreaded words.

“I’m sorry.”, he didn’t hear anything on the other side of the line, and he was scared that she had ended the call, but he heard her take a deep breath at his words.

“It’s in the past Bradley, I forgave you a long time ago.”, he feels tears in his eyes at her words, but he wills himself to stop.

“I don’t deserve it and I should’ve apologized a long time ago.”, he hears a shuddered breath, and he squeezes his eyes shut finally letting the tears slip out.

“You need to forgive yourself Bradley, I did, now it’s your turn.”

“I’ll try.”, he hears her whisper ‘good’ before wishing him a good night and end the call. As he looks at her picture profile, he feels like he’s losing her forever without being able to stop her.

That night he thought that they had moved forward together, and he silently hoped that they could move forward, but never dared to say it out loud to afraid that it wouldn’t happen.

He heard the story of her call sign and he had felt scared at the thought of her flying through thunder, but she had proved them all what her family already knew, she was one of the best fliers in the Navy.

That Sunday he would be seeing her again, it had been a long time with her starting flight school and immediately being enrolled in Top Gun just a year after him. But this Sunday was it and he felt a childlike joy at the thought, not seeing Ice’s and Maverick’s worried glances.

Viper was looking sour but that wasn’t new, probably because of some student annoying him. He hears her laughter in the distance and feels his heart beating hard and fast against his chest, not wanting to wait another second before seeing her. 

Bradley felt his heart stop the moment he saw her come into the garden hand in hand with a man, not any man, Hangman. She was laughing at something he said, and the man was grinning at her reaction. He didn’t know why he felt cold in the summer air, why he felt like he wanted to throw up at the sight of their enclosed hands. 

The whole group greeted them, and he felt himself relax as he hugged her tight, finally being able to have her close to him. Lunch had been chaotic and Hangman, much to his displeasure, fitted right into the group. 

Hangman had just returned from the bathroom when Bradley finally understood why he was feeling like he was. She had turned to look at Jake and that bright smile appeared with sparkling eyes, that smile that he always used to be on the receiving end. Now she looked at Jake Seresin like that and not him, he had let her slip through his fingers without knowing it. 

He had lost the woman he loved since he took her to Junior Prom without realizing it. Now he had to look at her with Hangman feeling his own heart break and not knowing what to do.

Thank you for all the love on this story! Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter, I'm thinking of now continuing the story with Rooster and Thunder having a talk and Hangman talking with Rooster. Let's see how it ends!

#top gun imagine #top gun x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster fanfic #rooster fanfiction #rooster x y/n #rooster x you #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x reader