#like he gets sent in to the ball by whatever organization hes a part of to steal the familes riches

[gennyanydots]

I had to let go of you just to get a hold of myself part 7

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

I had to let go of you just to get a hold of myself masterlist

AN: Warning. It is stupid angsty up in this bitch

You went to your room to let Jake get settled into his room for a while. You still had an hour before your check-in with Dr. Jackson. You tried to organize your thoughts as you laid on your bed.

It was surreal seeing Jake again after all this time. You vividly remember a time in your life that if you had seen Jake you might have tried to run him over with your car. The pain from everything still runs pretty deep.

The man you gave up everything for had decided to give you up. Decided that you weren’t worth the trouble. Not only that he didn’t even have the balls to break up with you. Just decided one day that he was done with you. Didn’t respond to any emails you sent, texts, phone calls, letters, nothing. Just done. It had almost destroyed you. You didn’t eat or sleep much. Just laid in bed wondering what you had done. Even now moving past that insecurity is going to be tough. Dr. Jackson has reminded you plenty that Jake’s actions were not because of anything you had done and were solely based off himself. You know whatever happened to Jake had nothing to do with you but try telling that to your brain. It’s already had years of anxious thoughts built up.

You have to remind yourself sometimes that Jake is trying. He really is trying. You know that. He’s putting in the effort. He’s going to therapy. He’s working at this.

And now Jake’s here. In your apartment. The place you got to get away from him. Most of your things were still at Jake’s parent’s house. You didn’t want most of it. You didn’t want those reminders. You still don’t even go to the house much. You get together as a family at Catherine’s house typically. It’s easier for the kids. It’s easier for you. Works out well for everyone.

Tomorrow Jake’s mom is hosting Thanksgiving. It’s good you’re having a session tonight since you’re not sure how you’ll do tomorrow. Being with Jake in that house may prove too much for you.

Time seemed to really fly while you were deep in thought laying on your bed since it was now 10 minutes till the start of your video call and Jake was softly knocking at your door. You sit up and stretch quickly before rushing over to the door and opening it.

There Jake stood holding his computer, looking as hot as ever in a pair of comfy shorts and a shirt that just seemed to fit him that just barely showed off some lines of his abs. Fuck. The Navy has been good to your husband.

You shake the thought from your head and give Jake a half smile, “Hey, it time already?”

Jake nods and turns to go out into your living room.

You follow after him.

He plops down onto your couch and looks up at you, “Which is your Wi-Fi?”

You point to it as you walk up and sit next to him, making sure to give you both space, “The password is Bennyistoocute1.”

Jake chuckles, “That boy still got you wrapped around his finger?”

You nodded, “Yeah, all three of them do.”

“Benny and Harper? Which of my sisters had another?” Jake asks.

“Oh I wasn’t even counting Harper. Lauren still only has her but Jared and Catherine have three boys now. Charlie, Benny, and Jamie. Charlie is a baby baby. He was a surprise. Jamie is Auntie’s baby. He’s 7. Benny is 15 now. Gosh he’s growing up so fast.”

“Holy shit. I hadn’t realized how old he would be. Harpers gotta be like what 10?”

You shake your head and laugh, “She’s 12. Sassy as ever. Really got all of Lauren’s attitude and some of Catherine’s too.”

“Poor Lauren. I’m sure ma loves to rub it in her face for all the trouble she caused,” Jake says with a chuckle.

“Depends on the day. Sometimes your mom just swoops in and fixes everything since she had so much practice,” you say with a smile. Jake’s mom amazed you. Your nephews and niece love you but even you couldn’t do that. At least not with the older two anymore. They can’t be bribed with ice cream. Well, they can’t always be bribed with ice cream every once in a while both of them still like ice cream and auntie dates. Especially if you pick them up from school early for an “appointment”.

“Do they… umm do they remember me at all? Or know who I am?” Jake asks timidly.

“They know they have an Uncle Jake. Benny vaguely remembers you. Harper doesn’t really anymore. You never met Jamie. They all have seen your pictures around in albums and such. Just as a warning Jamie may take a bit to warm up to you.”

“Why’s that?”

You sigh, “Your sister and Jared have big mouths and we’re talking about you and he overheard that you had made me cry and like I said Jamie is auntie’s baby and he may have threatened to kick you umm….. kick you where it counts.”

“Damn. I clearly don’t want that but if that’s what it takes to start rebuilding all this then….,” Jake says with a shrug. “Plus I can’t beat up a 7 year old.”

“The cutest 7 year old,” you say with a giggle.

“Well then I definitely can’t,” Jake says with a smile.

The two of you are brought out of your little chat by Dr. Jackson starting the meeting.

“Good afternoon, you two! How was your flight Jake? You get in okay?” The doctor asks.

Jake nods, “Yep. Thanks for askin’.”

“And Y/N, how are you this afternoon?” Dr. Jackson asks.

You give a small smile, “I’m doin alright. Thank you. How are you, sir?”

“I’m doing wonderful. Thank you. How is it seeing each other?”

Jake looks over at you with a fond smile, “A little odd but good.”

You nod, “Yeah, a little awkward but I’m sure that’ll go away.”

Dr. Jackson smiles, “Good, good. Glad to hear it. I don’t want to keep either of you long. I would much rather you both spend time together. I mostly just wanted to remind you both that you can text or call me at anytime. I know this is a very fragile time and you may need to talk it out and I am here for you both, okay?”

You both nod.

“Great. I’ll be in touch with both of you. If I don’t talk to either of you beforehand have a Happy Thanksgiving!” Dr. Jackson says with a wave and both you and Jake return to sentiment and Jake exits the meeting.

“That was probably the easiest session I ever had,” Jake says with a chuckle.

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“What? It’s true!” Jake says grinning.

“I’m sure it is.”

“So uhh did you umm maybe want to talk about why I first went to therapy?” Jake asks.

You nod, “If you’re ready for that. Sure.”

“Tim thinks it’s important you know and I do too, of course. Before I get to that I just need you to know I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I never wanted to stop being your husband. I know there’s a lot of damage I did and I hope to be able to repair it the best I can but none of this had anything to do with you. In no way was this your fault. It was all me,” Jake explains.

You nod, “I know. Dr. Jackson reminds me of that frequently. I had or well have a hard time with coming to terms with that. I’m working on it.”

“Oh honey no, none of this was you. This was all me. I’m the bad husband. I did this to us,” Jake says and puts a hand on top of yours.

You nod and turn your hand to hold his.

“Okay so being away from you was always hard. I would get it in my head that if I worked mg hardest with no distractions I would be able to get home faster. I’m reality that wasn’t really a thing but I convinced myself it was. Sometimes I would be working so hard and miss our planned calls and that’s completely on me. I would remember and feel terrible. Then the longer I went without talking to you the guiltier I would feel. I would start avoiding you to try and deal with my guilt. It didn’t help and I just felt worse. It all kinda culminated after a mission. I uhh became the only current generation aviator with a confirmed air combat kill. Which at first was exciting because everyone was so impressed and congratulated me but eventually it sunk in that I took someone’s life. I know that’s part of my job but there’s still a guilt that comes with it. It kinda made my life feel like it was separated. Everything before I killed someone and everything after. After I felt like I had a completely separate life and it was just easier to live with the guilt by myself. I never told anyone about it. I made a whole persona for myself. I turned into this cocky asshole to keep my emotions hidden. I mean I was always a little cocky but it was bad. I had another mission not even a year ago and I had another confirmed kill. I guess it kinda set off a depression due to the repressing emotions thing then coworkers started to notice. One of them basically kidnapped me off base one day and made me talk about it. His wife forced me into therapy.”

“Kara Floyd?” You asked.

Jake nodded, “Yeah. How did you know?”

“Did she not explain about when she called me?” You asked.

Jake shook his head.

You chuckled, “So uh she called me to tell me her coworker was seeing my husband so I hung up on her thinking you were cheating on me. She called back saying we must have been disconnected and I told her I hung up on her and explained that if you were cheating on me that you could just send me the divorce papers and she didn’t need to tattletale.”

Jake groaned, “I’m kicking Bob’s ass.”

“Whose Bob?”

“Her husband. Neither of them told me this. Can’t kick her ass. Gotta kick Bob’s. They told me you talked to Tim.”

“Once she explained herself she gave him the phone and I talked to him but first there was a big misunderstanding.”

“Sounds like it. For the record I have not and would never cheat on you. We have have gotten married young but I take those vows seriously.”

You nod, “Me too. I didn’t either by the way. Cheat on you I mean. I didn’t do that. You’re my husband.”

Jake squeezed your hand, “I’m sorry for all this.”

You nod, “Thank you for apologizing and thank you for telling me all that. It all sounds incredibly hard and I’m sorry you had to go through it.”

Jake nods, “Tim told me to ask ,if you’re comfortable, about how you felt when I stopped talking to you. I mean I know it’s not good but I really want this to work and open communication is important for that.”

“Ohh umm yeah. I guess I could tell you. It was hard. Incredibly so. I did the whole stages of grief thing. I was mad at first. Mad that you could do something like that. Mad at myself for putting that much faith in you. Mad that I gave up everything for you and in the end I didn’t have anything to show for it. Then I got sad. Real sad. I wondered what I did wrong or what was wrong with me that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. I was really depressed. Barely did anything but lay in bed. I lost a lot of weight. I had to take pills for the depression. Eventually I just accepted that you weren’t gonna come home to me so I moved out of your house to here. I got Pumpkin. I got on with my life. Since we started this I’ve had a couple sessions with Dr. Jackson to address all that. There’s still a lot of lingering insecurity and self esteem issues,” you explain not looking at Jake.

Jake squeezes your hand once and you look over at him, a few tears in your eyes. You notice Jake’s also look a little glassy.

“Oh darlin’ I am so sorry,” he says and uses your hand to pull you into a hug. You both wrap yourselves up in the other and sob. Sob for yourselves. Sob for each other.

Part 8

#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #angsty hangman #hangman x reader #I had to let go of you just go get a hold of myself #hangman x female!reader

[melloween-candie]

Genie [C.G]

Young Carl x Young Dying Fem Reader

Summary

Carl was sent to a cancer camp. That's where you two met. Even though you guys just met, you both liked each other a lot. It was young love; however, Carl thought it would last forever- "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make your dream come true."

A/n - I lowkey started dying when I thought of this concept. Like how did no one think of this yet!?!?! 😭☠️😩

Also, most, if not all, of the beginning part was from the show. Not to mention I had to fill in some plot holes using fake characters I made since Shameless didn't really give me much to work on.

[Here's a vivid description of all the fake characters]

Luther- Black, Sassy, Gay, and Taller than everyone, but not extremely tall Tony- Vocal cancer, Somewhat creepy, Weirdly innocent, Unsettling, and the Shortest one Amelia- Bone cancer, Thick, Loves food, and Kind Y/n- Lung cancer

Warning: SPOILERS, Toxic parenting, Lying, Bad language, Mention of homophobia, Faking a death, Mention of blood, Explosions

Note! If any of this makes you uncomfortable, DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word Count: 5,422

[Fluff/one-shot/Pure]

Shameless Masterlist

Fandom Masterlists

/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***No one's Pov***

Frank stood in front of the Make-a-Wish foundation office with Hymie in a car seat. A lady walked outside the office to greet them.

"Oh, why hello! Can I help you?" The lady, who walked out of the office, asked.

"Why I hope so!" Frank shooked the lady's hand. "I'm Frank Gallagher, and may I start by saying thank you for all you do for our suffering little ones."

"Oh, why thank you, Mr. Gallagher."

"Well, this is my son Hymie. Poor thing was born with an extra chromosome through no fault of his own. Down Syndrome. It's a lifelong condition. It's irreversible."

"He's a beautiful boy." The lady said as she tickled him a bit. "Aren't you Hymie. Yes, you are!" She said in a baby voice.

"And believe it or not, he is already, at such a young age, an avid sports fan."

"Is that so?"

"He can watch a ball dribble up and down a court for hours!" Frank enthused, "Endlessly fascinated. His little face just lights up with joy. It would be so wonderful if he could see it all happen in real life."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gallagher. I think you may be confused." She spoke. "Our organization works with dying children. Not children with downs."

"Oh, well, of course!" He spoke. "Of course. I know that!"

Frank started to fake cry. "It's my other child that's dying."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The lady grabbed a few tissues and gave them to Frank in hopes it would help him stop crying.

"Thank you." He spoke.

Time skip!~

"Cancer?" Carl looked at his father with slight worry. "How did I get cancer?"

"You must have caught it from Grammy, son." Said Frank. "If she had known she had the contagious kind... I don't think she would have spent so much time with you in the basement, cooking meth."

"Am I going to die?" Carl looked at his father with innocent eyes.

Frank turned around, kneeled down to Carl's eye level, and said, "I hope not. But right now, we have to fight and fight hard!"

He grabbed Carl's shoulders. "You ready to fight with me, Carl?"

Frank grabbed the shaver and turned it on.

"Why do we have to shave it?"

"Didn't you ever see any shows about cancer? Cancer people are always bald."

"Grammy wasn't bald-"

"Grammy hated life. She wanted to die." Frank interjected. "But you love life. And one of the most important ways you can fight cancer is to let the sun rays in through your skull."

And with that, lip walks in. "Why're you shaving Carl's head?"

"Lice," Frank stated.

"Since when do you... parent?" Lip asked.

"Since you dropped the ball." Frank spat. "The vermin were literally jumping off his scalp!”

"Make sure you wash his sheets, too, okay?"

"Do I look like a woman to you?" Frank spat, and with that, Lip left. 

"I have lice too?" Carl asked.

"Yes- yes, you do." Stated Frank.

"Fiona's gonna freak out-"

"No, Fiona isn't going to freak out because Fiona is not going to know. You're a man now, Carl. The cancer makes you a man. And as a man, it's your job to keep secrets from the women who love you."

Then Frank turned Carl around. When Carl saw his reflection in the mirror, he said, "Jez, I'm gonna look like a pen*s-"

"I'll get you a hat... I'll get you a hat," Frank said.

Time skip!~

Carl just finished packing for cancer camp. When he got down, Frank was sitting down with hymie.

"Now you listen, Carl. Your other siblings can't know you're going to a CANCER camp. Okay. Are you still someone I can trust in this family?"

"..." Carl stared softly. "Yes."

"Good."

Eventually, Carl said his goodbyes to everyone thinking it was his last.

Ian, being a good brother, gave Carl his ROTC sleeping bag and some bug spray, and a switchblade. Of course, he lectured him not to use it on other campers. And with that, Frank took him to cancer camp.

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

Carl got on the bus and took a seat with no one on the other end. Tons of sick children were boarding as he just sat there staring out the window. Till someone sat next to him.

It was a girl- Or at least that's what he thinks you were. "Sup."

"Hi. I hope you don't mind- there were barely any seats left when I got on, and honestly, I'm glad I got to sit with you. I mean, compared to the others, some of them look like they can be carrying diseases."

You both snickered. "I'm Carl."

"Y/n." You shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"So, what kind of cancer did you get?" Carl asked.

You looked at him questioningly- "Terminal. You?"

"Er... Is that the deadly kind?"

"Uhh- yeah?"

"That-" Carl shook his head knowingly.

You laughed. "Dude. Seriously?"

"What? Are you laughing at my cancer?!"

"You do know-? Everyone on this bus is only here because we are all on terminal." You looked at him as if he was dumb. "But anyways, what kind of cancer do you have?"

"Oh well ah... The contagious kind? I got it from my grammy."

You looked at him for a second…

"Right...?" You looked at him suspiciously. "Anyways- I have stage four lung cancer."

"Oh. Did you smoke too much?" Carl asked innocently.

"No." You shocked your head, staring off blankly. "Just genetics, I guess."

“Oh… Well, what’s with the staps?” 

“Huh- Oh, you mean my breathing tub… I… I don’t really like wearing them, but I have to wear them like 90% of the time. Ya know, so I won’t collapse on the floor and die from lack of oxygen.” You looked at him and then pointed at what your tubs were connected to. “It’s also why I carry this dang bookbag around all the time. It’s annoying, but it keeps me going.” 

“Oh…” 

A short time skip!~

***No one's Pov***

You guys were re-entering the bus for the fifth time throughout the trip, all because of a kid who couldn't hold in his bladder.

"Might as well kick him off," Carl muttered.

You laughed- "Dude, he has bladder cancer."

"Oh-"

"To be honest, he's a pretty cool kid. Most of these guys are pretty cool. It's a shame we all aren't gonna live past our teen years. Most of us aren't even gonna see our teen years, but at least we're all going down together, right?"

"Uhh... right." 

"But hey- I have a question for ya." You turned your full body towards Carl. "If you could wish for one thing, what would it be?"

"Umm. I don't know- How about you?"

"Ha- a new set of lungs would be nice... but realistically, I'd like to be able to take everything back. All my regrets and, most importantly- all my time I spent in that damned hospital bed! Only to end up here!" Tears pricked your eyes, but you whipped them away. “But most of all-, I just wanna have a good time, ya know!” You smiled brightly at him. Almost sickeningly.

Time skip!~

You two finally arrived at the campsite.

"Surprisingly, no one died." You said out of nowhere. Carl looked at you, slightly worried. "Ha- me and some of my friends made a bet. We betted on whether some people would die on the bus ride or not. Surprisingly everyone lived."

"Speaking of which, you owe me!" Said Luther, one of the guys you made the bet with, also one of your friends.

“Yeah, I know- but what made you bet on them living anyways? You’re normally a pessimist.” You said questioningly.

“Correction- I’m a realist. And besides, any flat-blooded dumba*s would know there would be a doctor in any bus that was filled with cancer kids.”

"Yeah, alright. You don’t gotta be cruel. You made your point. Now what do you want?"

"Hmmm, let's, see?" Luther pretended like he was thinking, but in all honesty, he knew what he wanted. "A full makeup kit! Obviously!"

"Makeup?" Carl looked at him as if he was crazy. "Why? Ain't that for girls?"

Luther looked at him in disgust. "If I'm dying, I'ma die right! You won't be seeing me trippin'!" He did a sassy snap. "Gurl, you can't tell me you made friends with this homophobe-!"

"No, no, he isn't a homophobe, I swear. Or at least I don't think- look, that's not the point. The point is we ain't gonna let you die weak. We'll get you that makeup kit."

By that point, your whole friend group stood behind you, shaking their heads in agreement.

"Well, anyways, Carl. These are my friends- Luther, he's gay-"

"Obviously." He added.

"Right- anyways, Luther’s dying from blood cancer. Meanwhile, this guy here, Tony, he's not really a talker. He's dying from vocal cancer, so he mainly writes down what he says since most of us don't really know hand language- and lastly, Amelia. She has bone cancer. It's so bad to the point where she has to sit in a wheelchair 90% of the time-" You whispered the last part into Carl's ear.

Carl nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, yeah. Now that’s out of the way- what are you dying from?" Luther asked intriguingly.

"Umm- contagious cancer?" Carl wasn't really sure if he should have said that because now everyone was looking at him strangely…

"ALRIGHT CANCERS-R" A red-headed camp leader smacked the microphone, "I mean CAMPERS! IT'S TIME TO FIND YOUR BUNK MATES. ALL OF YOU, PLEASE LINE UP RIGHT HERE, AND I'LL PASS YOU A BUNK SHEET TELLING YOU WHICH CABIN YOU'LL BE IN AND WHO YOU'LL BE SHARING IT WITH!"

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

Finally, you managed to get your bunk-mate paper. The list shows-

Cabin 3

Bedroom A

Y/n - Anmelia

Typical- we're dying, and they still don't care about spelling our names right. God, I hate this place already.

You took a second to get used to the area.

Seems like I'm the first one here-

You opened a door with the letter A on it. You found a small bedroom with a bunk bed, a closet, and a desk. Right across that room lies a door with the letter B on it. You opened it to find Tony and Luther-

"Oh, I'm glad to see that you're my bunkmates." You smiled.

"Oh really? I thought you'd be a bit disappointed that we ain't that little hunk you were talking to earlier~" Luther was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, smirking at his comment.

“Luther, you don’t make sense… I mean, you were being kinda rude to Carl earlier, and now you’re calling him a ‘Hunk.’” Tony wrote it all down for Luther to read.

“Pff- Clearly, you're not gay, Tony.” Luther rolled his eyes. “but anyways, spill the tea, y/n!” 

"Huh?" You blushed. "Why would I be disappointed? Plus, what tea to begin with? I just met him!”

“Exactly! It’s said to be destiny for soulmates to meet in strange ways. I wouldn’t be surprised if that Carl of yours doesn’t actually have cancer.” Luther started giggling. “Wouldn’t that make an interesting love story- A girl dying from stage four cancer AND a GUY! Who mysteriously sneaks into a cancer camp bus WITHOUT EVEN HAVING ANY CANCER! It’s a real royal mystery if you ask me.” 

You just rolled your eyes at him as a loud CrEaKiNg noise interrupted you guys.

You all gathered in the hall to find Amilia entering the room. "Sorry- I, huff, huff... didn't think it would be- huff- such a struggle to get this- darn wheelchair up that small hill."

"Hey-" Luther said. "I offered to help you."

Tony tapped your shoulder; he showed you his notebook. "So will it just be the four of us tonight- or will you be inviting your little boyfriend over?" He had that oddly innocent face to him. As if he honestly believed that you and Carl were secretly dating. 

You blushed extremely.

"Oh god, NO! Why do you guys always do this- every time I meet someone new? You guys always think something’s up-"

RING, RING! - With that, a loud bell rang throughout camp. "That must be the lunch bell- we should hurry before they take all the good stuff!" Amelia said, holding up a pamphlet with a smile of eagerness. 

"Oh please-" Luther said sassily. "I doubt they'll actually serve us what they promised on that pamphlet."

Amelia just frowned at the thought.

Short-time skip!~

***No one's Pov***

The cafeteria was slightly small and somewhat dusty. You and your group of friends were standing in the lunch line.

"As expected-" Luther claimed. "The food is sloppy and... smelly." He clamped his nose closed as the lunch lady placed slop onto his tray… “Gee, thanks.” He said sarcastically. 

You sat down at an empty table that Luther clearly disapproved of. 

“What is it now.” You pinched your bridge.

“Oh, nothing,” Luther carefully sat down, clearly disgusted. “It’s not like cancer kids can die from dusty areas- let alone food poisoning…” He said, picking on his food. Which surprisingly moved… “Ew…”

Soon after, Tony rolled Amelia as Amelia held both their trays. You four sat there playing with your 'food'.

"What in the world is this supposed to be anyways?" You asked.

"Poison." Tony wrote.

Then right then and there, the red-headed camp lady walked by.

“Oh, poison? I promise you guys this isn’t poisoned.” The redhead smiled kindly.

That was all Amelia needed to hear for her to start chowing down. Though that didn’t please everyone. 

“Oh yeah? Well, what is it, then?” You saw Carl standing behind the redheaded camp leader. “Cause clearly it ain't nuggets. And if you think this is nuggets, then you must have some weird brain defect cause this isn’t the nuggets you guys promised us!”

The lady turned around at some point when Carl was talking; you just didn’t pay attention. 

"Ohh… Umm, well, you see, Carl, I know it’s not exactly what you guys were hoping for-, BUT I promise you it's reallyyy healthy, and it’ll help you guys in sooo many ways, so I suggest you eat it. All-”

“BULLSH*T” Carl dropped his tray of slop on the floor, causing it to splat. This caught the redhead off guard, and it was starting to become a scene.

“You listen here, redhead! I barely read- in fact, I HATE READING. And! I read this.” Carl pointed at the pamphlet he so rudely took from Amelia’s hands. Holding it up towards the redhead's face. “I read this! And right here! It says ‘on the first day of camp. The lunch will contain ve-gee-tables, Milk, Fruits, and NUG-GETS!’ Right here! Sooo where are the nuggets?!”

By that point, the redhead was leaning so far back she almost tripped. She grabbed a hold of the table and started speaking.

“W-well umm. You see… weee… can’t-” She seemed like she was struggling to let out what she was going to say next. “Give you guys nuggets-”

“WHA-” A hand quickly slapped onto Carl’s mouth, shutting him up.

“Let me finish.” The redhead looked into his eyes deeply. “I know you guys are disappointed about it, but during the bus ride, we learned that nuggets contain certain things that can cause kids’ cancers to become worse, and that isn’t our goal. I know this meal sucks, but it was short notice, and it was all we had.”

“You got to be kidding me…” Luther muttered.

“But don’t worry. Ice cream is still on the schedule!” The redhead smiled innocently. 

Carl just looked at her dumbfoundedly. As he backed up. Not knowing what to say next.

“Sigh~ As much as I love ice cream- I'd much rather have the nuggets you guys said we'd be having here in this pamphlet." Amelia sniffled as she rubbed her belly. Her plan was already empty… “Besides- I think I’m going to be sick-”

“Oh god!” And with that, the redhead quickly rolled Amelia toward the girl's bathroom. 

Time skip!~

"I still can’t believe that happened today during lunch," Y/n said.

"Yeah, I can still taste the aftertaste in my mouth," Amelia said sluggishly. “That goo mixed with my puke makes me wanna puke again.”

“Please don’t,” Luther quickly added. 

"Don't worry, guys- just cause the food's crap doesn't mean the activities will be." Tony wrote, smiling innocently.

"Yeah, well- I think you wrote it too soon..." Said Carl as all five of you stood in front of what appeared to be a campfire circle. 

Disappointment was written all over Carl’s face. 

"Omg- pleassse don't tell me they're going to force me to sit on that nasty plack of wood and sing kumbaya. I was already forced to sit at that disgusting lunch table today, and I’m by far sure If I sit down on that, I WILL die." Luther groaned.

You couldn’t help but snicker a little at Luther’s dramatic comment. 

Soon enough, Carl saw the red-haired lady once again. He then walks off towards her, with everyone following him behind. "Hey, you! What gives?!"

"Oh hey, Carl. We're just telling campground stories. Care to join?"

"No." He said bluntly. "What we want is to shoot sh*t? Where’s the rifle range?"

By that point, you stopped listening because Luther muttered to you- “Since when did we make him the leader…”

"BULLSH*T!" Carl yelled, catching both you and Luther’s attention once again. "First, we didn't get the nuggets, then the rifle range! The next thing you're going to tell me is that we can't have sprinkles on our ice cream!"

"Man, Carls really going at it." You muttered towards Luther. 

“For real… I kinda like it.” Luther shimmied his shoulder on yours as you both giggled.

"Look, I'm really sorry, Car-"

"NO! You know what you're doing, right? You're lying to DYING KIDS!"

By that point, the whole campground was looking at the scene Carl was causing.

"Gasp!" And with that- you just had a eureka moment. You gathered around your group "Guys! This is our chance! If we pressure her enough, she might actually give us what we want. I mean, just look at her. Clearly, she isn’t good with kids.” You all smirked evilly.

"Follow my lead." You muttered. 

"Yeah, this place is no DIFFERENT from the HOSPITAL!" You yelled. 

“Ohh, so we're adding fuel to the fire, I see…” Luther added. "In fact, it's quite WORST!" He yelled.

By that point, a whole group of campers was surrounding her, screaming and agreeing. 

"You might as well take us back to the hospital!" One cancer camper yelled.

“Yeah! At least they gave us comfy beds!” Added another.

“Not to mention- AIR CONDITIONING!” Screamed Luther.

"Alright- alright!" Yelled the redhead. "I can't promise to give any of you guys want you want, but I'll see if I can get at least something- like sprinkles..." She muttered the last part. Barely anyone heard. 

"GOOD!" Screamed the campers. 

With that, the redhead left. Leaving a huge bunch of campers to celebrate without supervision around a fire... 

"Dang, Carl." Said a mysterious voice.

"huh?" You turned around. To see a strange boy. "Hey Carl, Who's this?"

Carl turned around only to find his buddy. He smiled "Henley! Oh god, I thought you died!"

"Ha- Almost, but not yet. So who are all your new friends?"

"Oh well, this is Y/n. That's Luther. The one in the wheelchair is Amelia, and the one with the notebook is Tony."

"I'm sure you can all guess what type of cancer we are all dying from." Said Luther as he whipped some blood off his lip.

"I can, but there'd be no point. We're all dying anyways."

“Well, that’s depressing…” Muttered Amelia sheepishly.

"Well, now that you're here. Wanna see if that lady actually made a difference?" Carl asked.

"Who? You mean Wendy?" Asked Henley. "I mean, sure, I guess." He put his hands in his pockets as the gang walked off, following Carl.

Time skip!~

"Hey! Is Wendy in here?" Carl asked.

You all gathered around a front desk in the camper's support bunker.

"Unfortunately, no. Camper Wendy is currently passing out ice cream."

"Ice cream? I thought they were going to do that tomorrow?" Asked Y/n.

"Yes, well, Wendy was really desperate to get something to change for some odd reason."

You all smirked at that very moment. 

"Well, where exactly can we find her?" Asked Luther deviously.

"Outside the cafeteria. There should be an ice cream stand there."

"Well, thank you, lady." Amelia bowed her head. Then rolled off to catch up to the rest of her team.

Small time skip!~

You and everyone else were walking up to the cafeteria. There you found an ice cream stand, just like the receptionist said. You guys walked closer to find Wendy running the stand.

"Ohh, hey guys! What's up? I know you guys really wanted something to change around here- and well, the camp leaders were really strict about, well… everything- BUT I at least managed to get ice cream day a day early. I hope this makes up for everything."

Carl grabbed a cup of Ice cream. It was a mixture of vanilla and chocolate. "Are these the only flavors you guys have?"

"umm, well, yes, unfortunately. But I can remove a flavor if you just want one of the two."

Carl sighed. "Do you at least have sprinkles?"

And with that, you already knew what was about to happen as Wendy’s face dropped. 

"Umm... No. I'm sorry." Wendy said with a pitied face. "I really tried, but they really didn't want us to have sprinkles..." When she was done speaking, she quickly closed her eyes tight, ready to be lectured once again. 

"BULLSH*T!" Carl yelled. He grabbed a hold of the stand. "Who said I can't have sprinkles on MY ice cream!"

"Carl, forget it," Y/n said. "Let's just go."

Truth be told, you just felt bad for Wendy, and if you actually let Carl yell at her- you were sure that you guys would have gotten those sprinkles.

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

It was currently nighttime. You all were surrounded by a campfire. The rest of the campers were sitting in a circle around another campfire.

You all sat in silence until Carl spoke.

***Carl's Pov***

"It ain't ending like this. I hope you guys know that." He looked at everyone. "We will get what we want! After all, this is a camp MADE for us."

"Yeah, but how are we gonna get a makeup kit? Plus, what does everyone else want anyways?" Asked Luther.

"I want sewing supplies." Said Amelia.

"Sewing supplies... Why?" Asked Carl.

"It's so she can fix her teddy bear." You answered.

"I want to see something explode!" Wrote Tony.

The room went quiet for a moment after that. 

“And here I thought you were the decent one-” You muttered.

"Carl already knows what I want." Said Henley.

"Well, I guess that leaves me; what I really want is not much… I just want to have fun." You looked at everyone. It turned silent for a moment.

“Really… Here I thought she’d be crazy too.” Said Henley with a strangely disappointing tone. 

“Wha-! Well, excuse me, but the hospital was a pretty big waste of my time, so- sorry if my wish isn’t as crazy or bizarre. I just wish I could take back all that pointless time and actually use it to make some awesome memories with the people I love!” 

Once again, an awkward silence came. 

“Well- I didn’t see that coming,” Luther said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s just move on, shall we?” Said Henley. "What's the plan?"

And with that, Carl signaled everyone to huddle up as he told his evil plan.

Time skip!~

"Uhhh... Are you sure this is going to work?" Henley asked.

"Just trust me on this." Said Carl as he stood on top of Amelia's wheelchair.

***Narrator's Pov***

At this very moment. Carl Gallagher was looking through Wendy's room. He gave Henley the signal.

Hanley ran up to Wendy's door. Knocking in fright. The door opened. "WENDY, COME QUICK! IT'S AMELIA!"

"Wha? What happened-" Henley grabbed her arm. Dragging her out of the room.

"NO TIME! LET'S GO!"

Thus leaving the door open for Carl to sneak in. And with that, Carl grabbed the first essential thing. A makeup kit.

Small time skip!~

"Well, I guess this will have to do." Said Luther. "It's a shame, though. Her color scheme only knows two colors." He said with a slight tone.

"Now that that's done... Who's next?" You asked.

Both Carl and Henley looked at each other, smirking evilly.

Time skip!~

The next day.

"YOU GOT TO BE-" You were so flustered. "N-NO! I'm NOT DOING THIS."

You, Carl, and Henley were all in the same room.

"Oh, come on, Y/n! He's dying~" Carl begged.

“Yeah, well, I’m dying too!” You covered your breasts, face still fully red. 

"Yeah, but you’re the only one with boobs. No offense to Ameilia, that is." Said Henley.

"NO WAY!" You turned around, grabbing the handle of the door. "Find yourselves a DIFFERENT GIRL!" You screamed, leaving.

Henley and Carl just looked at each other.

"Man- and I really liked her too…"

“Don’t worry, man. You weren’t the only one who was hoping to see her knockers.” Carl nodded, accepting defeat. 

Short-time skip!~

"YOU HAVE TO! HE IS LITERALLY DYING IN FRONT OF YOU! THIS IS HIS ONLY WISH!" 

Carl once again was screaming at Wendy.

She was quite frightened at the sight she was seeing.

Henley was lying on the floor. His breath was barely visible, and he had his eyes closed.

"b-but... how can he even see..." Wendy was sweating now.

"JUST TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!" Carl screamed even louder.

"Oh-oh..." Wendy's eyes started watering... She looked around... she took a big breath of air. 

"O-OK! I will... Let's just make this quick."

She quickly begins to undress her shirt. Ultimately revealing her knockers.

"Wow," Carl and Henley said at the same time.

"OH, MY GOD! WENDY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" The receptionist from earlier screamed.

"WHA!? NO, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!"

"WOW... Where did she even come from." Henley laughed, and Carl joined in. 

Time skip!~

It was now the last day of camp. Carl managed to help make both Hanley's and Luther's dreams come true. Now all he has to do is finish Tony's, Amelia's, and Y/n's.

You all were currently eating lunch.

"Sooo. How are we gonna get those sewing supplies for Amelia?" You asked.

"It won't be easy, but I doubt anyone else has a plan." Said Hanley.

"So you have one." Questioned Luther.

"Here’s the idea." He started…

Time skip!~

"Why do I have to be the one to do this?!" Asked Carl.

"Because! You were the one who made a promise!" Stated Henley.  "Now, do it!"

***Narrator's Pov***

Carl grabbed his switchblade from his duffle bag and slit a nasty cut on his four arm.

"Ughh..." He grunts.

"Good. Now stay here. I'll get Wendy to take you to an infirmary. Be right back." Then Henley ran off.

"Make it quick!" Says Carl as he holds onto his wound.

"Man. It's really gushing." You said, poking his arm.

"Ow!"

You giggled. 

Small time skip!~

"OH MY GOD, CARL! WHAT HAPPENED!" Wendy was clearly panicking.

She grabbed a hold of Carl. "Quickly, we gotta get you to the infirmary!”

"Oh wow! There’s an infirmary, yet we can't have a range here?!"

"Carl, please, not right now," Wendy begged.

"I still can't believe she wasn't kicked out of this camp after what she did..." Wrote tony as Wendy and Carl walked off.

Time skip!~

***Carl's Pov***

"Now. You should be fine... However, we will need to do more tests to make sure we didn't make anything else worse for you." Said the Doctor.

Yeah... no. I don't need this.

Once the doctor left. Carl got out of the hospital bed in search of the sewing kit the doctor used on him.

He ended up finding it. 

Still bloody, but it'll have to do.

He grabs it and then sneaks off.

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

"Where in the world did he go!" Screams a nurse in the background.

"Here you are, Amelia." Carl smiles as he hands the used-up kit.

"Ummm... It's still bloody..." Amelia whispered. Clearly, she was somewhat disgusted by this but was still grateful nonetheless. 

"Okay, whatever. We don't really have much time left. It's already 4. We're leaving this camp at 7... how are we going to manage, making Tony's wish come true along with y/n's?" Asked Henley.

"Simple," Carl said. "If Tony wants to see something blow up, then we’ll show him something…"

Carl once again had that evil smirk on his face as he walked toward the cafeteria. He stops mid-walk. He didn’t even turn around- “Come on, Tony. You want something to blow up, right?” 

Oh god, no... this can't be good.

Time skip!~

"RUNNNN! IT'S GONNA EXPLODE!" Screamed the head chef.

BANG!

The whole cafeteria exploded as Carl and his crew sat back and watched.

Tony was in absolute awe…

"Ummm...Quick question- how did you two manage to do this!" You yelled.

Tony then wrote- "Let's just say oil and gasoline look a lot alike..." Tony and Carl both laughed right after.

Short-time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

Finally, the firefighters arrived at the scene. Along with some cops. A couple of investigators were interrogating the cooks along with the camp leaders. Meanwhile, the campers were forced to split up. Everyone was taken away back to the hospitals.

Carl smiled at everything he did. Even though he knew he'd never see any of them again, he at least knew he had granted them their wish.

"One last wish..." He muttered to himself, then ran off to find you. Only to see that you were being dragged into a cop car. He ran up towards you.

"Y/n!" He yelled. You looked up to see Carl for the very last time, standing in front of you with a sad expression. "They're not gonna take you to jail, are they?"

You burst out laughing after that. "What in the world- no Carl. They just ran out of room in the ambulance, and word is the bus broke down."

"Oh... Well, we still have time for your wis-"

Before Carl could say anything else- you kissed him. "My dream already came true. You made this whole camping experience worth my time. And for that, I thank you." You gave him a sweet smile. “And if you survive and those guys do too… if you ever see them again- DON’T tell them I told you that… Okay?” Your face was flushed red as Carl just stood there in disbelief. 

The cop then yelled, “Come on now. Get it. I’ll be done here shortly…” He then walks off again. 

And just when you were about to close the police door, Carl grabbed your hand. “Y/n, wait.”

“Yeah? What is it.” 

“I need to confess to you… about something.” 

You got out of the car again. “What is it, Carl?”

He took a deep breath and then- “I-”

Carl was clearly tongue-tied. 

“Carl, I have to go… So whatever you have to say, you gotta say it now.”

Carl’s eyes prickled with tears. Not a whole lot, but it was still there. This concerned you. 

“I- I wish tha- I wish that I was able to save you!” A tear dropped down his cheek. “I swear to you! I’ll never forget you!” He then ran off. 

…

“What a strange kid…” 

Small time skip later!~

Most of the camp stuff was already cleared out. Most of the kids already left whilst Y/n’s cop was still talking to a few others. 

Carl was sitting on top of a tall hill. He was able to see everything go down. He felt somewhat satisfied with it all. Yet he couldn’t help it. He knew it was gonna be the last time he’ll ever see you guys again. It was what made him feel so bittersweet. But at least he’ll always remember the days when he raised he*l with you guys. He then walks off toward a bus stop. 

A/n

And there you have it, folks~ another story finished. (Finally, lol)

#shameless #fake characters #carl gallagher #carl x reader #fanfiction #verbal abuse #camping #struggles #wishes #shameless fans #one shot #fanfic #reader insert

[margaretqualleytruther]

one last taylor swift post. her current flame that was pr analyzed to death by her millenial team that has one gay dude for diversity points as soon as she felt the first stir of attraction. which def happened while she was still with that ugly british dude LOL. he probably cheated on her first but ofc she can’t let her general fans find out she’s also one bc of the constant need to always be seen as a victim and never as the predatory business savy megalomaniac she really is even though she wants to promote a bad girl image with the 1975 dude 🙄… she can’t even fart in peace without swifties analyzing the shit particles like tea leaves for who she’s currently fucking. the consequent internet meltdown by her parasitic fans which was probably one of the biggest draws to getting with milquetoast edgelord twat healy cause she for sure hates them and wants her space from the constant scrutiny even though that is quite literally what her and her team most utilized to reach the heights she has including her current career high even though she has meltdowns any time something negative is said of her due to her obscene ego. obv i’m not immune bc i like talking about her gay flings but i like all gay celeb gossip in general and also why i’m interested in her bc you dig one inch beneath her carefully constructed pr top soil and realize she would be one of those serial killer nurses if she wasn’t famous. and don’t even get me started on the dykes that STILL think she’s a lesbian, that was an acceptable thought in like 2014 maybe. massive cope to think she isn’t just bi and likes fucking dudes too instead of the every man she breathes near is in a full blown bearding situation with her like she’s an old hollywood starlet or something. even then she wishes, they had 20x the balls size than she ever will. shoutout katharine hepburn. more on her predatory ways ie the olivia rodrigo situation where she went beast mode on her for riding her coattails a little during SOUR like she didn’t do the exact same thing with tim mcgraw LOL. literally sicced her $2000 an hour or whatever tf lawyers on olivia for copyright which took a significant chunk of royalties for some of her biggest hits off of the album and then got paramore’s team to do the same 😭 and then pretended like nothing new was written in 2012 for red like it isn’t the most obvious crying over olivia blowing up and using her name a bit for promo. olivia could have gone the lorde way where she could have organically gotten closer to her and then had to have painfully extracted herself from taylor’s grip so either way it would have ended badly in between them (also she def got with lorde for a bit, parts of melodrama start clicking in place when you realize that). the most fragile ego in the game which is also why she barely ever lets other women feature and if they do they get sent directly to background vocals except phoebe bridgers but i attribute that to the bpd spell phoebe casts over pathetic people. just a constant pattern with her. katy perry, lorde, her girl squad, her former men where she surrounds herself with underlings whose energy she can feed off of till they obviously turn against her control freak ways so then she casts them off to the wolves (her fans) and also the reason she’s stuck stunting with the haim sisters. will be awaiting her and healy’s breakup for their epic public battle of personality disordered egos. i know she has more testosterone than he ever will and will try to absolutely pulverize him in the public’s eye but she’s so overexposed rn i sense another fall from grace due to it. amen 🙏

#oh my god i went on a rant here #stuck in a three hour car ride rn

[mrsweasley23]

Has voyeur Steve gone too far this time...? (Part 3)

Full fic on ao3

Part 1 Part 2

Steve was thoroughly fucked. His waking hours were spent either with Eddie, trying to pretend that he wasn't in fact a disgusting pervert and the worst friend known to man, or thinking about Eddie, in terms that were certainty NOT platonic with a capital P. His moans. His growls. His dirty, dirty words. Steve found it exhilarating and infuriating in equal measure, just how responsive he was to Eddie's voice.

"Steeeeeeve?". Honestly, a fucking direct hit to the dick. He swallowed, trying to push down the bubbling desire, the wish to hear Eddie whine his name for another reason. How the fuck did he get to this point? From roommates to, if you don't bend me over and fuck me in the ass right now, I might actually die.

"Yeah". Keep it cool, Steve.

"What are your plans for later?"

Steve shrugged casually, feeling anything but as his heart began to pick up pace.

"Why? Fancy doing something?"

"Ah, shit, I would, but, I, erm... I kind of have a date. Well, not really a date but there's this guy"

Yes, yes, fucking yes! Steve is screamingly inside. Fucking cartwheels in his head. He's going to fuck the guy! Here! Later! Not to say that Steve wouldn't fucking love to have a kind of date with Eddie, but, well, he's a realist and will take what he can get.

"Say no more", Steve replied with a wink. Oh god, I'm such a fucking creep. Dial it in Harrington. "I'll clear out for the evening"

"You don't have to do that. I just wanted to give you a heads up..."

"Eds, I would not want to cramp your style. Honestly, I'll head over to Rob's. Give you some space to work your magic"

Eddie snorted.

"Do you, er, like this guy?". Just asking as a friend, you care about Eddie. You're a good friend. It's totally fine. You're totally fine. It doesn't mean anything. Fuck.

Eddie shrugged with a smirk. "He's hot. He's willing"

"Yeah?" Steve breathed, trying desperately to appear unbothered.

"We've been texting a bit. I don't think he's a keeper but..."

"But he sent you a dick pic?" Steve laughed.

"Pretty much" Eddie laughed, head in his hands. "Seems a shame to pass it up"

"A crying shame. What sort of roommate would I be to cockblock this opportunity? Consider me gone"

"Steve, man. I feel bad now..."

"Don't. You'd do the same for me, right?"

"You want to bring back a guy to fuck?"

Steve couldn't hide the flush.

Eddie elbowed him lightly. "I'm jesting. I know your love for pussy runs deep".

If only he knew. Since stumbling upon Eddie balls deep in some guy, girls have been the last thing on his mind. No dates, no sex, not even a kiss. Not even in the moments when he had his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock. He'd tried to play out scenarios in his head that would have previously had him dripping, throbbing, fucking gagging for it. Girl riding his face. Nada. Girl riding him like a cowgirl. Zilch. Pounding into a wet pussy. Zero. Eddie licking his lips at him. Boom. Eddie with his fingers in him. Holy. Fuck. Eddie had fucking ruined him for anyone else. And Eddie had no fucking idea.

"You're fucking gross, man" Steve laughed lightly, batting his hand against Eddie's arm. Fuck. Okay. Touching was now off the table. That was too much. How could something so simple drive him so wild?

Eddie smiled back at him, oblivious to the near total breakdown Steve was experiencing. "Well, whatever. Just let me know if you need me to return the favour".

"Maybe one day" Steve shrugged.

"Come off it pretty boy. If you really wanted it, you could have them lined up around the block". And, if Steve wasn't already in the depths of hell, then hearing Eddie refer to him as pretty boy pushed him right over the precipice, Eddie's words from his last encounter ringing in his ears.

"I love to fuck pretty little boys like you. Pretty little boys go wild for my cock splitting them wide open".

Steve laughed it off, Eddie read it as humble and then Steve began to formulate his plan.

#steddie #eddie munson #steddie fic #steve harrington #steve eddie #steve x eddie #steddie smut #voyerurism

[bladesmitten]

Would love to hear about upper city invitation or a slice of paradise 👀

WIP folder game

upper city invitation (working title lol): ajax gets an invite from gortash to attend his coronation celebration ball or whatever. the day has been awful for everyone, particularly for ajax and wyll. the double whammy of finding out ajax used to be friends with gortash, and that gortash kidnapped his boyfriend's father is. well. a lot.

here's a snippet:

Ajax doesn’t want to go. He’s already seen the bastard crowned archduke along with Wyll’s tadpoled father, and he doesn’t want both of them to hurt any more than they already have.

But Shadowheart, ever the pragmatic, had told him otherwise. “There could be valuable information there. And with what that cambion just said about Wyll’s father? We just saw him with Gortash today. He must be involved in this somehow.”

Ajax is loathe to admit it, but she’s right. He goes into the camp chest to find suitable clothes when Wyll finds him.

“What are you doing up so late, my love?”

Ajax quickly shuts the chest. “Just… organizing our inventory.”

“Hmm,” Wyll says, a hint of a chuckle in his lips. He’s not buying it, but he’s also not calling him out. “Need a hand, then?”

Ajax hesitates, but Wyll doesn’t wait for an answer. He sits beside him, opening the chest and taking a shirt, folding it neat and flat. Quietly, Ajax follows suit, tidying up the chest together with him.

“Listen,” Ajax starts. He finds a fancy coat jacket they must’ve taken from an unwilling corpse. “Gortash… I really should have known. I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.”

“But your father—”

“It’s my decision that doomed him, not yours.”

“Wyll, no, it’s not,” Ajax replies. He turns to him, laying a firm hand on his shoulder. “Mizora did this. She trapped you, like she did so many years ago. And Gortash… he’s part of this too. I just know it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“You saw what happened earlier. He knows me. It didn’t jog any memories but I can feel it—” Ajax takes Wyll’s hand and reaches for his abdomen, “—here, in my gut.”

Wyll’s thumb caresses his exposed skin. He sighs. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re rummaging through the camp chest. What are you looking for?”

Ajax gives a breathy laugh. He knows him too well at this point. He holds up the fancy coat jacket he found. “Gortash sent me an invitation to a ball in the upper city. No doubt to try and win me over still.”

“And you’re going?”

“I… I have to.”

#ask #creaking-skull #bladesmitten #wip

[pokenimagines]

A/N: For the plot’s sake, Ingo hasn’t visited Jubilife yet. He’s been a warden but he’s kept to himself so when Emmet shows up, nobody would make the connection unless they were in the Pearl Clan. Also Irida or the other pearl clan members notice the resemblance however none of them are gonna speak up on it. In my head it’s more of a “Well we don’t know this random dude and he’s really loud and kinda intimidating.” and a little mix from Irida of “He’s a weird guy and is Ingo’s opposite and I feel like it would be rude to ask and maybe offend someone who can help us.”

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Extras: Part 6 | Part 7

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Arceus' Mistake Pt. 2

Your arrival in Hisui was more of a crash landing…right in the middle of a field next to some ocean. You and Emmet both stared up into the sun, dazed and confused. That’s when you met poor Professor Laventon, a man who wouldn’t even catch a pokemon despite being a professor. You two helped him catch the very familiar pokemon with ease, not even having to battle then, before he took you to the village.

Ancient Hisui was certainly a different atmosphere and both you and Emmet were basically vibrating with excitement. Knowing after you solved whatever problems there were, you would basically get Ingo back and a fun adventure to tell others.

Then you two met Cyllene and what was known as “Team Galaxy” which threw you two for a loop. You had been given the task of capturing three pokemon to prove your worth and they just tossed two baby pokemon at you and Emmet and shoved you through the gates. A young member, Rei, offered to show you guys the ropes, but you had politely declined just so you and Emmet could have some alone time.

The moment you two were in the vast Hisui wilds you turned to one another, “Okay so I’m the only one thrown off by the whole Team Galaxy thing and Cyllene looking a little too much like Cyrus?” You asked Emmet, who nodded.

“Are they the bad guys? Did we just join a criminal organization? Are we criminals now?” Emmet asked and you shrugged, turning over your shoulder and seeing a Bidoof. You didn’t even turn when you tossed the pokeball behind your back to catch it.

“They could be…I dunno we follow our own rules. Don’t trust anyone. Who knows where Arceus sent us. We solve the problems, goof off a little bit, maybe burn a few buildings, then get Ingo back. Then we pretend it was all a fever dream.” The pokeball in the back clicked shut, letting you know you caught the Bidoof.

Emmet casually tossed a pokeball out into the air, a small Starley flying by getting hit and going into the ball. “So do you think we’ll be meeting a lot of…ancestors?” Emmet hummed, thinking of the right word.

“Probably…I mean did you get a glimpse of the Commander in the hallway when he was talking to someone. He totally has the same eyebrows and mustache as Professor Rowan. No way they aren’t connected.” You huffed as you two began walking. A small Shinx came out from a bush right by the bridge and made a mad dash towards you.

You simply lifted your leg and the little pokemon hit a tree directly behind you. You dropped the pokeball on him as Emmet began speaking, “Think we might find our own ancestors here?” he asked, his grin spreading despite his voice staying as monotonous as always.

“Who knows, people traveled a lot during this time. Maybe we’ll find a future train obsessed weird out here.” You chuckled as you picked up the Shinx. “Think we should head back. They didn’t say we both needed to catch all three each. Just we needed to catch three.”

“Sounds a bit deceptive…I like it. Let’s go! All aboard!” Emmet yelled, pointing off towards the village.

Crafting

“This is stupid.” You murmured, looking at the apricorn and hunk of rock that someone claims was known as a tumblestone. “We gotta make shit now? How come we can’t buy it?” You grumbled, trying to figure out how to make a pokeball.

“It would appear it’s because we’re broke.” Emmet nodded, also trying to figure out what to do. Somehow he was doing better than you, which annoyed you to no end.

“Everyone makes their own supplies here in Jubilife. It’s just part of life.” One of the other survey corps members, Akari, tried explaining. Her twin brother, Rei, leaned on the bench and smirked.

“It’s simple, really.” He was almost egging you on.

“Listen dude, I dunno about you but I already own like three pokemon and one of them is an electric type. I can and will shock you if you don’t shut it.” You warned, playing with one of the balls on your hips that contained your baby shinx. Rei put his hands up, backing away.

“S-sorry, no need to be violent.” Rei said while giving his sister the side eye.

“Uh…well I’d be careful if I were you two. You’re not exactly trusted as of yet so even if it’s a joking threat…” Akari tried warning but Emmet was quick to chime in.

“Oh, they don’t joke about bodily harm. Once they almost pushed me off a cliff.” Emmet said and you chuckled.

“It’s because you were making those god awful train noises while we were on our way to the top of Mount Lanakila over in Alola. You were doing it for three hours…straight. Even your brother almost pushed you off. Be lucky your Archeops still loved you after all that and saved your ass.” You said, looking at one of your crudely made pokeballs.

“What’s an Archeops?” Akari tried getting to a new subject.

“A beautiful flying pokemon!” Emmet said in his conductor’s voice, “About this big.” Emmet made a show of elongating his arms to show the side, “And less than half of my weight. Beautiful colors and the ability to fly. It’s a rock type though, don’t be fooled.” 

“A flying…rock type? Sounds made up, but I guess with pokemon you never know.” Rei said with a shrug, not sure if he believed Emmet or not.

“You sound made up.” Emmet deadpanned, causing Rei to open his mouth. Before he could say anything, Emmet was looking at you and your creations, “That looks like shit.” He noted on your pokeball.

“You look like shit.” You tossed an apricorn directly into his face. Emmet paused for a moment before grabbing one of his own apricorns and tossing it at you. You managed to move out of the way, letting the apricorn hit Rei. In a matter of five minutes, the walkways of Jubilife were clear as you, Rei, and Emmet were in an all out apricorn war while Akari stood as standby to help any passerbyers not become victims.

Shouting and profanities that people of Hisui probably never even heard of flew out of your lips every time you got it and it wasn’t until the guards literally dragged you three into Kamado’s office did you three stop bickering. Ten minutes of being chewed out later and you guys decided the next apricorn battle would be in the wilds.

Volo

“Who in the Cynthia…I swear on all things good in life if that man has a Garchomp I will literally go into the wild and fist fight an alpha just to end it all.” You said once you saw a blonde man in the distance. Both you and Emmet were on high alert as he looked too eerily similar to the previous Sinnoh Champion who literally kicked your ass in more ways than one in the past.

The man perked up at seeing the two, flashing a smile that was a bit too cold for your liking. “Ancestor maybe?” Emmet said, bending down with his hands in his pocket. His face was right at your ear, something that was becoming more common as you two often found yourself whispering to one another.

You fidgeted with the scarf of your new uniform (something you privately hated but at least it kept you from getting cut up on rocks). Emmet had all but refused to take off his conductor's hat, coat, and boots, but underneath he wore a somewhat similar outfit, minus the scarf and the atrocious leg warmers you were sporting.

“You two must be the new members of the survey corpse…the ones who fell from the sky.” He said, approaching you two. “My name is Volo, I’m with the Gingko guild, thought I should introduce myself to new potential customers.

“Um…nice to meet you…not Cynthia…” You murmured the last part, still being suspicious. This man was taller than most but had a pretty face that you was oddly feminine and struck you as looking just like Cynthia.

“What was that?” Volo said, confused by the last thing you said.

“Said nice to meet you.” You blurted out, not bothering with niceties. You already had a bad feeling about him. It totally wasn’t the face reminding you of the time you tried stealing one of Cynthia’s hair pieces and ended up getting chased through an entire town by an overprotective Garchomp. Totally wasn’t that.

“My, my, look at the time. We need to go. Nice meeting you, I am Emmet.” Emmet said, holding out a stick straight hand to shake. Volo was confused as he shook his hand. Without another word, Emmet lifted you and tossed you over his shoulder and ran out the village before you could say something stupid. Or worse…attempt to maul Volo in a desperate attempt to feel more secure.

Kleavor

“Are you fucking kidding me, Emmet. Really?” You yelled. He had come and helped make those little sachets for the raging pokemon but when it came time to face the thing, he refused to go in with you.

“I am Emmet and I was not at the briefing where I agreed to have my head cut off.” Emmet explained to you in a serious voice.

“Bitch you’re my ride or die. Time to die! Come on, get your ass in here with me.” You said, tugging on his sleeve.

Irida and Lian watched your interaction with interested eyes. Irida was more interested in Emmet, someone she hadn’t met earlier in the day. She knew that there were two new survey members that were supposedly capable, but one of them had overslept for the briefing and only you had shown up.

The striking resemblance Emmet had, in face and clothes, to one of her clan’s wardens was impeccable. There was no way it was a coincidence and she couldn’t wait but to ask some questions, but was worried he too might have amnesia like Ingo.

“Have fun. I promise to pour a drink for your funeral.” Emmet said, slapping you on the back and causing you to stumble into the arena. You were about to bark something back, when you felt a presence behind you.

You took in a deep breath, trying not to panic as you turned around to see a giant pokemon, one you never saw in the past, standing directly behind you. The golden glow of it was the first sing something was wrong. The next sign was one of its hands raising up to slash you.

“That’s where he gets his name…FUCK!” You shouted as you did a roll dodge. You mentally noted you were getting too old for this shit as you kept dodging the noble pokemon.

You were screaming, tossing sachets at him like no tomorrow while jumping, rolling, and again…dodging. The colorful words that sprang from your mouth were new even to Emmet as he watched intently. He was worried, yes, but he had a feeling he’d probably be more in the way if anything.

After an hour of screaming and crying. You tossed a final sachet at the Kleavor and it’s like everything changed. The pokemon’s color came back and it calmed down instantly. You were sprawled on the ground, screaming at the trees as you tried calming down.

Emmet decided, since the pokemon seemed calm, to finally go over to you. He crouched down, poking your cheek as he got your attention. You immediately went and snapped at his finger, biting it and making Emmet shriek and flinch back, clutching his poor finger.

“Next time, you’re calming the noble.” You said, pointing at him. Emmer just smiled and began laughing, sitting on the ground and scooping you up. He pet your head as he calmed your racing heart despite your grumbles and promised he’d steal some ingredients from Beni and make your favorite meal once they got back.

Crimson Mirelands

“I actually hate this.” You grumbled as your foot got stuck in more of the goopy mud that was abundant in the mirelands. Emmet’s new Dustox came and rested on top of your head as if trying to help calm you down. The wings fluttering across your cheeks and you groaned as you went to give the lovable pokemon some attention.

“But think of all the new pokemon.” Emmet tried persuading you and you rolled your eyes. You hadn’t even caught all the pokemon in the Obsidian Fieldlands yet. You weren’t sure if Arceus was serious about discovering all pokemon, but you weren’t taking chances. You were catching every pokemon you could find in hopes that it’ll help you get home sooner.

“But think of my boots!” You shouted, flinging some dirt and Emmet moved back fast so it wouldn’t fall on his not so pristine white coat.

“I bet goomy lives around here. Weren’t you saying you wanted one of those?” Emmet asked, nudging your shoulder as he tried to cheer you up.

“Goomy…is kinda cute…yes I want one okay? As soon as someone described what it looked like evolved I had to!” You groaned and Emmet just pet your head.

“I know. Though we’ll probably have to go through those bogs to find them.” Emmet said as you two approached a wide open area with, as could be described, bogs. You grimaced as you began walking through some areas where the water came to the top of your toes.

You looked at Emmet and his almost platform shoes with jealousy as you tried finding wherever this Ursaluna was so you could quell her. Emmet was humming some little jingle right as you began falling. Emmet was quick to grab you by the scruff of your scarf, holding you about a foot above face planting into the dirt.

“Looks like you’re in a pickle.” Emmet hummed, “It would be a shame if…I lost my grip.” He said and you fell about a centimeter as a result.

“Emmet…I swear to Arceus if you do this you won’t be getting out in one piece.” You murmured and Emmet chuckled.

“I doubt that.” He said before you felt your face becoming cold with mud as he let you completely fall.

Cobalt Coastlands

“Who said you get to ride with me?” You said, looking at Emmet, “I’m the one who had to fist fight the Dusclops after my pokemon fainted. Not you. This Basculegion is here to take me.” 

“Y-you had to do what?” The Diamond’s clan meek warden said, his eyes bulging out. Poor Iscan looked about ready to faint at any given moment and swallowed a lump in his throat. Emmet frowned, scoffing and putting his hands on his hips.

“Iscan said it could take two, no?” Emmet said and turned to the shy man. Iscan looked everywhere but at you and Emmet.

“He said he could…not that he would. You can wait on the land.” You said, still a bit pissed. Your scarf was flailing lifelessly on your neck as half of it was taken out by a well timed Shadow Ball that could’ve killed you.

Emmet was quiet for a moment before sighing. Paulina took a step closer, placing a hand on your shoulder and you turned to her, “It would be beneficial to have your friend with you. I’m sure he’ll help out in the next fight.” Paulina tried convincing you.

Sure it was true that last week he got punched in the gut by a wild Ursaring and sure he had bruises going all the way across his abdomen still. You also guessed that he might’ve helped you if it didn’t hurt to run or walk…or sit…or breath. But he could’ve at least sent out another pokemon to help…even if half of them were fainted or an absolutely horrid match-up to Dusclops.

You finally decided to give in. You guys had been constantly getting into trouble and you didn’t actually wanna leave him behind. Maybe watch him run across the coast as he tried to catch up to you…that would’ve been fun.

“Okay fine…but I’m the one steering.” You said, finally looking at Emmet. Emmet’s smile made you crumble as the man walked over and took you into a bear hug, spinning you around and laughing.

“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for long.” He said and you groaned.

“I’m dead serious about the next enraged noble…you’re fighting it. Not me.” You pointed at him.

“That’s what you said last time.” He reminded you, and you couldn’t help but stick out your tongue.

“Ya and last time about half an hour before the fight you tried showing me how you could totally sneak up on an alpha and found an Ursaring’s fist/paw in your stomach. You were on the ground wheezing while I was dancing with Lilligant.” You reminded him. Iscan’s face went even paler as he looked between you two.

Paulina chuckled, covering her mouth, “My, Irida was positively correct about you two. Such interesting survey members.”

“Interesting would be an understatement…” Iscan mumbled, looking towards the ground.

After Arcanine

Emmet’s arms were wrapped firmly around your waist as Basculegion cut through the water. The man was actually laughing behind you while you cursed him under your breath.

“I literally can’t believe our luck…” You grumped, absolutely pissed at the world.

“Awe, it wasn’t too bad.” Emmet said from behind you and you elbowed his bruised stomach, making him gasp in pain. If you had to be in pain, so did he.

“Easy for you to say. You got to sit back and watch me almost die to a noble…again. This is the third time in a row.” You said, grimacing as some of the salt water hit your burn marks. Paulina had some remedy for burns that she applied, but salt water was still going to burn like no tomorrow.

“I’m still injured.” Emmet pointed out and you glared before getting a wonderful idea.

“Shut up and take this pokeball.” You said, throwing a wingball at him, “I need a mantyke and mantine for the dex.” You instructed him. It would be easier for him to do it anyway since he wasn’t controlling the Basculegion.

“Fine, so commanding…it’s one of the things I love about you.” Emmet chuckled, looking out of the water. His words brought a small flush to your cheeks that you pushed down. You had business to do.

As you found some mantyke jumping from the water, you slowed down Basculegion so Emmet would have better aim. He managed to catch them both easily, one hand lazily wrapped around your waste while the other collected the wingballs that floated on the surface

The moment he was leaning in for a ball, you struck. You made Basculegion make a sharp and fast turn, causing Emmet to lose his grasp and fall right into the water. He sputtered for a moment, treading the water. You couldn’t help but laugh at his dumbstruck face while you grabbed his hat that floated next to you and put it on.

“Such a shame…but karma is a bitch.” You said and Emmet realized this was payback for letting you fall into the mud.

“Haha, so funny. Now let me back on, my coat and boots are heavy.” Emmet said, swimming up to grab the Basculegion. As soon as he was close, you move just a little away from him. He pouted, looking over at your cocky smirk.

“Sounds horrid. You know these clothes are pretty lightweight. I could swim all day.” You said, not feeling bad at all for Emmet.

“Then come join me.” Emmet said, splashing you with more water. You groaned at his childish antics before holding out a hand to help him up. Emmet took yours and before he began climbing back up, he gave you a harsh yank and dragged you into the ocean as well.

Your burns stung from the water but it was barely noticeable with the rage fueling you. “Emmet…” You said, looking like a wet dog. Emmet had already stolen his hat back and was getting ready to climb back on the Basculegion.

Emmet hummed in response. “I’m kicking your ass when we get back to dry land.”

“I’m sure you will.”

Reunion 

“It’s too early for this shit.” You said, trying to kick Emmet away from you. It was now a well known thing for people in Hisui that one only person was allowed to wake you up, and that was Emmet. The last person who tried had a very angry Luxray chasing them out of your room. You simply didn’t like super early mornings and Emmet was the only one who could tolerate you.

“We have a meeting to go to. Come on, or else I'll carry you.” Emmet said and you snorted. You rolled onto your back and held out your arms. You were still in your bed kimono when Emmet carried you through the front doors of Galaxy hall. You had absolutely no shame as he walked into Kamado’s office and placed you on a chair, still half asleep.

Kamado, as per usual, looked annoyed at your antics. Adaman, who was already in the office, had to cover his mouth to stop himself laughing at your predicament. You were asleep for most of the meeting, until a very tall annoyance came through the doors.

You cracked your eyes open, looking at the tall, blue haired man who was being more dramatic than you and Emmet combined. The man was about to make note of your appearance and unprofessional demeanor, when his eyes took sight of Emmet.

“You…you’re not Warden Ingo. Why do you look like him…and wear the same strange clothes?” You had never woken up so fast. You jumped from the seat as Emmet’s eyes widened. You walked over to Melli, grabbing him by his shirt and dragging him down to be face ot face with you.

“Did you say Ingo?” You questioned. Melli’s hands covered yours, engulfing them really, and tried moving you off him but you weren’t budging.

“Did I stutter?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Adaman and Kamado was already coming over to break up the fight before it began.

“Where is Ingo? Tell me right now.” Your voice cracked at the end, your emotions getting the better of you. There was absolutely no way Ingo was here…right? Arceus would’ve given them a heads up. Hell, if this random guy knew him and he was a warden, the one of the clan leaders had to know him as well. They had to have seen the resemblance. Why hadn’t they said anything? 

“As if I know.” Melli sneered right as Kamado took your hands off him and dragged you away. Emmet was already on high alert though as Adaman checked to make sure Melli was okay. The entire room felt awkward as Adaman finally spoke up.

“So you two do know Ingo…” Adaman said and Emmet glared at him.

“You knew he was out there this entire time? Did you not think to mention someone who looked just like me?” Emmet asked and Adaman put his hands out, trying to calm the room down. Kamado was about to reprimand him when Adaman spoke up again.

“We weren’t sure, since Ingo doesn’t recall his past. We didn’t know if you were the same or if it was the weirdest coincidence.” Adaman admitted, “We’re sorry we didn’t bring it up. Irida asked us not to as she wasn't sure.”

“Just tell us where Ingo is…please?” Your voice cracked again as you held back both tears of frustration but also relief. Was Ingo truly here? You’d get to see him far sooner than you imagined.

“He’s in town…I think Irida was going to have him guide you…” Adaman didn’t even finish what he was saying. You and Emmet were already running out of the room, down the stairs and almost barreling into several people.

“Ingo!” You screamed as soon as you got out of the building.

“Ingo!” Emmet screamed next, looking back and forth. You two startled some people on the streets with how loud you were being. 

You quickly pointed at Emmet, “Twintelepathy! Go!” You screamed and Emmet looked at you with wide eyes.

“If I could use that right now, we would’ve found him by now!” Emmet said, shaking your shoulders dramatically. Adaman and Melli had finally caught up to you two, but it was too late. Off in the distance you spotted him.

You grabbed Emmet’s sleeve, dragging him behind you until he too saw the man of the hour. You sprinted off to the training grounds and Irida was the first to spot you. She originally began to wave until she saw the determined looks in your eyes.

Ingo turned around just in time for his entire face to be smothered with your torso. You literally jumped onto him, engulfing him in a hug as you two fell. You were a screaming and sobbing mess, repeating his name over and over again. 

Emmet soon joined you on the floor, catching sight of Ingo’s face. He looked weathered and worn, even having facial hair and prominent marks under his eyes from restless nights and stress.

Ingo sat up, you still straddling him and your face buried in his own chest now. He just stared at Emmet, opening his mouth then closing it. Ingo was there, looking tired with bags under his eyes and an unruly conductor’s coat. The biggest difference being the little facial hair he had, and how his normal hair grew out and was tied against his neck. Emmet was the first to finally speak up.

“Is that really you, brother?” Emmet said, tears welling in his eyes.

“I…” Ingo began and even his voice sounded so soothingly familiar. His scent and his posture, one hand going to the small of your back to hold you that you were sure was unconscious on his part. It felt like home and you couldn’t have asked for anything better. “I don’t know you.”

Both you and Emmet froze as your face popped up, looking at Ingo with watery eyes, “But you seem so familiar.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, wiping your eyes as you got a good look at him, “It’s fine if you don’t remember, Ingo. It’s fine.” You said, convincing yourself, “I’m…I’m your best friend and this is…”

“I’m Emmet, your twin brother. It’s good to see you again.” Emmet said, his smile only a bit wobbly.

“So you guys really do know Ingo.” Irida said, “I’m…I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner!” She said, bowing her head. You too looked at the young clan leader who clearly looked distressed, like she was just found guilty of treason.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” There was no malice in Emmet’s voice, just curiosity.

“I was worried perhaps…it would upset Ingo…” Irida admitted. Ingo was finally starting to stand up, but you refused to leave him. Arms wrapped securely around his torso and again, he found his hand almost moving on its own as it ran through the top of your scalp, over some hair as though he were flattening fly aways.

“When Ingo came to the clan, he had no memories. I was worried you wouldn’t know him either and it would cause more confusion.” Irida finally admitted.

“It’s fine…thanks for thinking about him.” You murmured into his jacket. It was torn to shreds, sure, but it was still his. After all this time you had him back.

“So you don’t remember…anything?” Emmet asked, placing a hand on Ingo’s shoulder. The man relaxed into the familiar touch even if he couldn’t recall who his twin was.

“I can’t recall anything before Lady Sneasler saved my life.” Ingo admitted and you frowned before a mischievous smirk found its way onto your face. Emmet seemed to have the same thought as he looked at you. Twintelepathy might not’ve been working between them, but apparently it was strong in you two.

“The stories we can tell you…if you had time today for maybe some breakfast?” You asked Ingo. Ingo looked over at Irida and smiled, nodding her head.

“If you want, we can leave you three…” She said and Ingo frowned.

“You’re welcome to join us.” He said before turning to Adaman and Melli who had been watching from afar, “As well as you two.”

“Sit and listen to some stories over breakfast? I hardly have the time for that.” Melli said and you snorted. You were sure he’d love to hear some of these things.

“We always have time for friends. Besides we can have a proper meeting about your Lord Electrode while we’re at it.” Adaman said, nodding at you.

“Fine…but keep that rabid thing away from me.” He said, glaring at you. You gnashed your teeth together in a ‘chomp’ for good measure and giggled as he jumped back.“Breakfast and stories it is.” Irida said with a clap.

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[moshintheteagaiwan]

T.Kettle Part 6: The Visit From Upper Management

Now I am no stranger to getting visits from head office reps. I happened all the time during my run at Teavana, just as it does at most retail stores. When I was at Teavana it was usually just the regional manager, who at the time was a real piece of work. He was the type of person that made you nervously sweat just from walking into the store, so you know, not a very good manager.

He was an average sized man with a shiny balled head and I remember he had this ability to make it seem as though he was staring into your soul. He had these big wide bug eyes and when he would speak to you, his stare got deeper and his eyes got wider every second. He was a real putz.

I remember he used to give the female staff members a hard time for "not looking work appropriate" either cause their skirts or shorts were too short or showed too much cleavage or whatever. Again, he was a putz. But I remember the day we were expecting his visit and we saw him walking on up the hallway to the store wearing a collared gold shirt and tiny black tennis shorts that were so short they barely covered his thighs. I looked at him and said to my co-worker, "so she got in trouble for showing to much leg, and here he is with a full on hairy man legs and shorts so tight they outline his package?".

We were glad the day he announced he was leaving the company.

So when I was given the message that the head of operations wanted to come and visit the store, I wasn’t too worried. The store had only been open for a few months now and he likely just wanted to meet me and the team and see how things were going, especially since we were a “special” store. By that I mean, my store was the closest of any of the other stores to head office and the warehouse. Actually we were within a twenty minute driving distance. This meant my store would be able to get supplies or assistance more easily then other stores. I know how that sounds considering how long it took for a proper ice machine and a locksmith.

It also meant that we were the first store to try new ideas and products before being sent off to the other stores. Often times we would just have things dropped off to us by reps from head office since we were so close. But what made this upcoming visit different and more worrisome was that not only would the head of operations be there as well as the rep who had initially trained me, but so would the head of accounting as well as the head of tea development and merchandising. I had a whole pack coming to visit my store. Great!

I had to make sure that the store was perfect as you could imagine. I had to make sure all the shelves were full of stock, which wasn’t easy considering all the issues surrounding getting stock. Luckily about a week before their visit I was informed that a store from another province was closing and that the merchandise stock from their store was going to be sent over to my store. I had no idea what was in it or even how much there would be, so when the boxes arrived it was kind of like opening a present on Christmas morning.

This is what the company did whenever a store closed. Instead of selling the store stock at a reduced price, they had the staff box it up and ship it out to other stores. And as you can imagine when the stock arrived it wasn’t very well packaged or organized. This was no exception. I received around four large boxes full of stock. However, many of the unpackaged, ceramic, display pieces has been wrapped in paper towels and stacked on the bottom of the boxes. This resulted in countless broken mugs, creamer and sugar sets, and other damaged product I wouldn’t be able to use. I boxed all these items up and set them aside to show management when they visited.

But now it was the big day of the big visit. I was really nervous like you would expect anyone to be. Luckily it was a very quiet day so there weren’t any customers to get in the way. This was especially good since I only had enough hours to book only myself in at the time, with no counter coverage since at this time the company only allowed me equal number of hours as the mall was open to book my team. Meaning at the time the mall was open for only 9 hours per day, 63 hours per week, which is all I had to book my team with. And since I needed to book myself in for a minimum of 40 hours per week to keep my salary it left very little to use.

All four reps arrived at the same time. They all walked over to me at the tea counter and gave a quick introduction and shook my hand then they scattered around the store like ants looking for sugar. The rep from accounting walked over to the tea bar and started picking up spoons and checking under towels, and looking through boxes of hot cups? What was he looking for? He looked like Sherlock Holmes trying to find a clue.

The rep from tea development and merchandising nosed around the tea wall and picking through stock on the shelves. He was the least talkative of the bunch and dressed in leather boots, with bleached denim jeans and matching denim, button down shirt. The head of operations was very easy going and easy to talk to. However, he wasn’t happy when I showed him the box full of broken and damaged stock sent over from the closed T.Kettle store. He immediately pointed the finger to the rep who trained me as she at the time was the only one communicating with all the stores on daily operations due to lack of a proper regional manager.

He was pissed but thankfully not at me. I asked him what should be done with all the odd pieces that could no longer be sold due to the other half of sets being broken or missing. I was told to leave them in the backroom and they would send me a communication. They never did. After a few months I ended up throwing out anything broken and letting my staff take home any odd pieces they wanted. Until they day I left, the box of broken product was never discussed again.

After roughly 30 minutes, the group said their goodbyes and left. No comments at all other then “everything looks good”.

Odd considering usually when higher ups visited stores they usually had a list of changes they wanted done, or had some tips or advise to give. Nope, not this time. I never saw most of them again after this, besides the head of operations who would pop in on occasion to say high and grab an iced tea. The one thing that did come out of this meeting was the news that we would soon be carrying and serving T.Kettle brand Matcha. This was exciting and something that customers has been demanding. Soon a communication would going out to each store with more details and tea bar instructions for making Matcha...

to be continued...

#tea #teablr #loosetea #t-kettle #tkettle #t.kettle #teastore #iced tea

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Warning For Second Generation: Potential Incoming Outreach to “Inactive” “Blessed Children”

via WIOTM

Did you know that UC has a new president? Demian Dunkley was appointed the end of May when church held an inauguration in the New Yorker the end of May. Dunkley was president of UC about three years ago then Mrs Moon sent him to what the church refers to as Asia 1 (India, Thailand…). He was also pastor of Las Vegas church during In Jin’s Lovin’ Life time. You can’t deny Demian has a charismatic guy. He has this blind faith and unbiased devotion to Mrs Moon. He also has relationship and respect of many second generation and members. He has the expectations of not only Mrs Moon but membership that his leadership will bring a new wave to the dying church. In his speech he referred many times that the UC will now be referenced as -The Witnessing Church. Dunkley was leader of Vegas church under Lovin’ Life under In jin during which LL was able to organize the second generation and unite them under ball room dancing, sports festivals, mega church, rock bands, etc. She created a vibe for the church with hopes to witness to younger people. I get the feeling that Dunkley will use some of these tactics for the new witnessing push. During the inauguration speech he introduced 6 of twelve “sisters” that will be witnessing leaders. To seal the deal each woman received a special sweater from Mrs. Moon’s own wardrobe. These “sisters” were all second gen. It seems like every three years the church dusts off its witnessing campaign and part of their plan of action is to target inactive and ex members to bring them back. So-second gen. be warned— if a church friend calls you to invite you to picnic, dinner, sports festival or whatever. It’s not because they want to talk, spend time with you but more like they have a quota to reach.

Related

Demian Dunkley Admits Fraud - from the twitter of ex-Moonie podcast Falling Out

Demian Dunkley on Steve Hassan

‎Falling Out with Elgen Strait: S4 E9- The Empress' Old Clothes on Apple Podcasts - dissecting a recent fundraising video by Dunkley

#ffwpu #Family Federation for World Peace and Unification #leadership #leaders #unification church #unification church in the united states #american church #witnessing #ex-second generation #second generation #ex-members #former members #former moonies #ex-moonie

[whatisonthemoon]

Warning For Second Generation: Potential Incoming Outreach to “Inactive” “Blessed Children”

Did you know that UC has a new president?

Demian Dunkley was appointed the end of May when church held an inauguration in the New Yorker the end of May. Dunkley was president of UC about three years ago then Mrs Moon sent him to what the church refers to as Asia 1 (India, Thailand…). He was also pastor of Las Vegas church during In Jin’s Lovin’ Life time.

You can’t deny Demian has a charismatic guy. He has this blind faith and unbiased devotion to Mrs Moon. He also has relationship and respect of many second generation and members. He has the exceptions of not only Mrs Moon but membership that his leadership will bring a new wave to the dying church. In his speech he referred many times that the UC will now be referenced as -The Witnessing Church.

Dunkley was leader of Vegas church under Lovin’ Life under In jin during which LL was able to organize the second generation and unite them under ball room dancing, sports festivals, mega church, rock bands, etc. She created a vibe for the church with hopes to witness to younger people. I get the feeling that Dunkley will use some of these tactics for the new witnessing push.

During the inauguration speech he introduced 6 of twelve “sisters” that will be witnessing leaders. To seal the deal each woman received a special sweater from Mrs. Moon’s own wardrobe. These “sisters” were all second gen.

It seems like every three years the church dusts off its witnessing campaign and part of their plan of action is to target inactive and ex members to bring them back. So-second gen. be warned— if a church friend calls you to invite you to picnic, dinner, sports festival or whatever. It’s not because they want to talk, spend time with you but more like they have a quota to reach.

Related

Demian Dunkley Admits Fraud - from the twitter of ex-Moonie podcast Falling Out

Demian Dunkley on Steve Hassan

‎Falling Out with Elgen Strait: S4 E9- The Empress' Old Clothes on Apple Podcasts

#unification church in the united states of america #unification church #ffwpu #family federation for world peace and unification #hak ja han #moonies #second generation adults #second generation #ex-second generation #ex-members #former members #former moonies #ex-moonies #uc leadership #church leadership #leadership #demian dunkley #witnessing #blessed children #jacob children

[explorerspirit]

The Explorer's Spirit: Chapter 1, Part 5 - Descent into Darkness

<Previous/First/Next>

Two days later, both Trevor and Aiden stood side by side at the appointed location as sent by mail, awaiting instructions for the entry exam that would determine Team Spirit's status as an official team. In front of both Pokémon was the dim entrance to a jungle, the ground matted with thick, twisting vines that contorted unnaturally as they snaked along the mossy floor. The leaves and branches from the trees above were so thick to the point where the entrance of the jungle seemed to lead towards an unending, dark abyss. Aiden, based on how she was fidgeting around seemed eager to enter and explore whatever lied beyond the darkness. Trevor, meanwhile, stood rigidly, not daring to move a muscle as if doing so would release whatever horrors were hiding in there. Despite his wounds having healed and his bandages removed, he still grimaced as his heart felt like it was being dragged by an invisible set of weights.

After a brief period of waiting, the pair were greeted by a gentle-looking Simipour who walked up to the pair from within the darkness, a large knapsack sagging over his shoulder. His curly, blue locks as well as his spout-shaped tail swayed in the wind as he gave a welcoming smile to his new applicants. Following the Simipour was a what initially appeared to Trevor as a fluffy ball of thick, purple fur shuffling around. Upon closer inspection, Trevor found that it was an Espurr, it's giant, unblinking eyes and other facial features having been obscured by the darkness of the jungle's entrance.

"It's nice to finally meet you future explorers," the Simipour said with a soothing, deep voice. "My name is Apollo, and I’ll be test administrator for today. This lovely lady behind me is your test supervisor, Oro, who will monitor you throughout the exam’s entirety." The silent, unblinking Espurr gave an abrupt head movement that more so resembled a muscle spasm than a nod. "This test," Apollo continued, "organized by the fine members of the Explorer Association, aims to gauge your abilities, teamwork, and competence in order to ascertain whether you are qualified to become an official exploring team. Members of—let's see—Team Spirit! Are you both ready to continue?”

"Yeah, bring it on!"

"Uh, y-yes!"

"Great! For this test, you will be entering the Obscuring Jungle, the entrance of which is right here." Apollo pointed towards the dark, gaping entrance behind him as if it wasn't completely obvious. "It's about a level three on the intensity scale, so it should be an easy enough romp for any competent team. Your goal is to find a flag hidden in the deepest part of the dungeon and come back here within a reasonable time. You both will be judged on a variety of factors, including time taken and injuries sustained...”

Aiden's words from two days prior reverberated in his head, "Arceus, this feels weird; it's like I'm talking to a child! Alright, mystery dungeons are basically these massive labyrinths scattered across the world that periodically change their layouts. A lot of them have been popping up recently, and you never really know what you're getting into when you go in one. One dungeon could have nothing particularly strange in it while another could be chock full of weird and unpredictable junk. It's what makes them a blast to explore, you never know what to expect! Err- anyways, the unpredictability of a given dungeon is determined by its 'intensity scale,' which measures a dungeon's weirdness as well as the strength of its crawlers—you've seen those—on a scale of one to ten."

"Before you two set off, take these," Apollo instructed as he dropped the knapsack he was carrying, undid the rope sealing it shut, and rummaged through its contents. He pulled out two badges, which he handed to the pair with a relaxed smile. Upon inspection, Trevor found saw that the badges were miniature versions of the winged Pokéball symbol he had seen etched on the golden fountain from Sunrise Town.

"These badges are imbued with a psychic energy that will ensure that Oro here will know your exact location at all times. It also serves as a communicator which allows us to speak with and hear from you while traversing the dungeon. If you find yourselves overwhelmed, let us know and we’ll send one of our security Pokémon surrounding the perimeter will come and get you. For your sakes, please take care not to lose them."

Trevor gripped his badge tightly and nervously peered at Aiden, who looked almost as if she was about to collapse from boredom. "Can we start the test now?" she pleaded.

"Looks like there isn’t anything left to explain, so go right ahead! Just remember to give us a holler if you need to be escorted out for any reason." Apollo calmly walked out of the pair's way and invitingly extended an arm out towards the jungle’s dark, imposing entrance. "Good luck, future explorers!"

As Aiden silently motioned Trevor to follow as she stepped towards the entrance to the jungle, he recalled her explicit instructions. "When we go into the dungeon, just follow my lead. Don't wander off or try to do your own thing unless you want to get killed. And don't mention the fact that you're human either, just don't do anything rash. I'll take care of any crawler that comes our way, so you don't have to do much. All you really need to do is carry my bag and give me any items in case I need them, okay? Let's ace this test together, Treph!"

While Trevor didn't really get the sense that they were really "doing it together," he decided that he would treat Aiden's instructions as law anyways. Aiden led the way with Trevor nervously following as the members of Team Spirit were swallowed by the gaping, dark abyss leading into their first mystery dungeon together.

-

It wasn't long before the pair encountered their first crawler, a ferocious, blank-eyed Mankey, which suddenly jumped out from a patch of tall grass to attack. Trevor recoiled in horror and let out a terror-filled scream before Aiden swiftly landed her foot directly on its pig-like snout, sending it flying backwards. Sparks flew in all directions, then abruptly dissipated as the crawler's contorted, hairy body lay motionless for a few seconds before disintegrating into dust.

"You'll be fine," Aiden said dismissively as Trevor sunk to the ground, panting heavily while clutching at his heart. “It's a level three, the crawlers here shouldn't be too difficult to deal with. As long as I'm around, you won't get hurt. Now c'mon, we can't waste time here!"

The duo traversed the giant maze of a forest, passing through vast walls of trees and thorny vines making up its thick, impassable walls. From time to time, the occasional crawler jumping out from an overhead tree, or a patch of tall grass or shrubbery would elicit a terrified response from Trevor, only for Aiden to take them out in a matter of seconds. "Wouldja please stop screaming at everything?" Aiden grumbled as she punted a third Rattata crawler into an overhead tree, her voice tinged with annoyance, "It isn't exactly doing us many favors with trying to be stealthy." Trevor put both paws up to his mouth, his face turning a bright shade of red as he turned his gaze downwards in shame.

Despite Aiden's initial confidence, the pair found themselves making little progress as they rushed onwards, attempting to traverse the labyrinthian jungle. After walking for what seemed like hours, the flag Apollo had mentioned was nowhere to be found as the pair steadily became more lost as time passed. Aiden, in turn, found herself becoming increasingly irate. "Where's that flag? She began muttering, violently tugging on her ears. "Why does this have to be so difficult?" The angrier she became, the more her pace quickened, causing Trevor to struggle in trying to keep up.

"We need to go left," Trevor muttered suddenly as the pair came across a familiar split road.

"Huh?" Aiden stopped and abruptly turned to face him, her eyes twitching in barely-suppressed anger.

"We've been here before - we've passed that rock over there twice now." Trevor pointed to a jagged, moss-covered rock, its tip chipped off and pointing northwest. "Every time we take the right path in this crossroad, we end up making backwards progress. So, let's try going left."

Aiden stared into Trevor for more than a few seconds, causing him to divert his gaze towards his feet.

"Please." Trevor added tentatively.

The two remained still and silent for what seemed to Trevor like an eternity before Aiden gave a brisk nod. "Fine, whatever," she muttered indignantly before briskly storming through the left path, leaving Trevor to sheepishly follow her.

-

As the pair finally began to close in towards the dungeon's middle point, Oro remained stationed near the entrance while relaying information in a monotone voice. Apollo listened calmly while laying nearby, his human-like hands locked behind his head. "Looks like Team Spirit finally learned to pay attention,” Oro stated flatly, “They're nearing the flag right now, and it looks like the crawlers aren't too tough for them. The Meowth keeps screaming for some reason, though."

Apollo chuckled lightly, "It's just test nerves. Looks like we have a pair of future explorers on our hands!"

"Wait, what?!" Oro's brow creased as her already massive, pearly eyes narrowed in confusion. "How could this be?"

"What's wrong?" Apollo pulled his body up to a sitting position with a strained grunt.

"I'm receiving word that three unidentified Pokémon have entered the dungeon."

"Impossible! We have the area secured, there's no way that anyone could have entered!"

"I'm being told," Oro said as she put a paw to her temple, "That all of our guards has been rendered unconscious. There's no sign of any battle, it's as if he was put to sleep on the spot."

"Put to sleep..." Apollo whispered, an expression of horrible realization seeping across his face as he swiftly jumped to his feet. "Oh no. No, it can't be! After so long!?" He frantically grabbed Oro's shoulders. "Can you contact Team Spirit right now? Tell them to get out of there!"

"I can't. It looks like their badges have been intercepted by another psychic force. I can't hear them, much communicate with them. Though that's rather odd. Even for other psychic types, channeling one's psychic waves to intercept the extrasensory link of a badge takes precise skill and a fair amount of prior experience. Most psychic types, even really powerful ones, shouldn't be able to do so."

"That's because the Pokémon in there aren't any ordinary miscreants!" Apollo rushed in front of Oro's, his relaxed demeanor having completely disintegrated from panic. "I’m going back into the dungeon to try and find Team Spirit. In the meantime, contact the sheriff of Sunrise Town and have him organize a task force as fast as possible! If the other Pokémon in there reaches our future explorers, then...they may never be able to explore again!"

#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #mystery dungeon #pokemon #my writing #writing

[jyfrnd]

rymin masquerade/ballroom/prince au my beloved <3

#min would be the prince of some country #and hed have to be married so his country would host a ball (or smthing like that) #and ryan...god im SO tempted to make him an assassin #or a theif? #like he gets sent in to the ball by whatever organization hes a part of to steal the familes riches #(he ends up taking silverware JDJFJF) #but yeah. he dresses up as a 'fair maiden' #which i think he wouldnt mind bc he likes to fuck w/ gender stuff #(and honestly? i think hed pass pretty well. he has long hair and a 'slim figure' after all) #and hed end up dancing w/ min somehow (maybe min freaks out bc of all the girls approaching him and. ryan just straight up whisks him away) #djdjdjdjdj #but yeah i think either 1) the two would end up talking outside #and ryan would take off his mask at the end (flustering/surprising min) #but !! they would become friends (n eventually fall in love bc....gay djdjdjjfjf) #or 2) min would choose like a group of 'girls' he wanted to continue seeing and eventually hed end up w/ ryan #either ver. would end up with them running away though i think. #or with ryan moving into the castle at least #sskkdkfk WOW this got long #but yeah. rymin brainrot real #finn.txt #rymin

[todoscript]

how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

#bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #tamaki x reader #todoroki x reader #mha x reader #bnha scenarios #mha headcanons #shinsou hitoshi x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha x y/n

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Oh Salem, the panicked Keigo idea just speaks to my mean little gremlin heart. I want to see the guy trained to keep calm and cool lose his shit over losing his s/o. RIP his handlers if they try to slow him down. I want to see the relief when he finds them and the reckoning for the people dumb enough to try. This. This is my bedtime snack.

so this is less of reckoning, more relief. soft. ive been thinking about this a LOT and i feel like <3 poor keigo would be ruined:

heres a wittle drabble for your thoughts 

warnings: kidnapped reader, descriptions that may trigger claustrophobia (light, just a cave setting), insults in a not fun way, hurt/comfort baby

You were so cold.

The ‘cell’ you were in was more of a hovel, a small hole dug into the elaborate cave system you found yourself trapped in.

You weren’t sure for how long. There was no sun, only a guard that came and went with your meager meals and stale bottle of water. He and the other villains that had captured you spit vitriol and profanity like it was their duty to grind their verbal heels against your fragile psyche.

You tried to block them out, curling up in a tight ball against the rough back wall of your cell. Ignorance was better than hearing their profanities. 

The worst part was that you weren’t really sure what was going on. Other than that it had something to do with Keigo, considering you were exclusively referred to as “the number 2′s brain-rotted whore”.

Once again, you tried not to listen. 

...

You awoke to the sounds of chaos. 

Shouting, crashes, explosions--

The walls of your prison shook as you scramble to stand, smashing your head into the low ceiling as you did.

Your vision spun as your staggered to the rusty bars, bracing yourself and hopelessly tugging as you had so many times before.

There was a crash particularly close, bits of debris falling from stone tunnels, frail support beams falling.

No. 

Your blood ran so cold, you couldn’t move. Your body went completely still at the bars as you switched between panic and rage. It wasn’t fair, none of it was, you didn’t even get to say fucking goodbye to him. No last words, you’d been plucked from the street on your commute however long ago.

Keigo had left early that morning too, letting you sleep in with a kiss to the forehead instead of his normal heapings of sleepy, dawn-time affections. You’d been clinging to those sleepy, half-memories as anchor over the days in the cramped caves.

And, in the end, that was all you would have. Cloudy recollections of Keigo’s raspy morning voice as the caves around you began to shift and crumble.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tugged at the bars, trying fruitlessly to get past them. Frustration made your hands sweat and fear made them shake as they became littered with small cuts. 

With the next crash, just as close, a vibrant blur of red whizzed past your cell. The shock and gust from its speed sent you jolting back, a hand clasping over your heart.

“... Keigo?” 

You hadn’t even realized you said it aloud. 

Not until the blur, feathers, a bundle of a maybe thirty returned, hovered and spun in front of the bars.

“Keigo?”

The feathers shuddered.

It felt like you were dreaming.

“KEIGO!” 

You practically screamed, jolting against the bars. Though it wasn’t him, not really, he’d hear you through the feathers. One of them spilled through the bars, pressing to your chest and pushing you away as the rest of the warm sharpened and began to beat on the thick padlock.

Something about your bodily state must’ve changed, as the feather at your face moved to under your chin, sweeping over your jaw in a small motions. 

...

Even from afar, Keigo was trying to comfort you.

When he’d felt you on the end of one of the feather swarms he’d sent into the caves, he thought he’d imagined it. The quiet hesitance with which you practically gasped his name was so fucking soft, he almost missed it.

But, he didn’t, thank fucking god.

The villains had been smart, corralling their captives (beyond just you, unsurprisingly. The string of disappearances over the weeks prior had all been linked. There were at least a dozen other lovers and family members of heroes tucked away into the mountain side with you.) 

Hence, it was a whole operation to retrieve you all, with some of the most pissed off, downright enraged heroes leading the charge and preceding investigation.

And Keigo?

He’d been at the front of it. 

HIs PA had to convince him to get a few solid hours of sleep every few days, in an actual bed, rather than on the floor of his office, or one of the many conference rooms the rescue team was occupying. 

He’d been wasting away, quietly, but he hardly noticed. Food was secondary, drinking was a burden, and his other bodily needs were just holding him back. He had a singular goal--

To find you.

He’d torn up the skies and the earth for just a trace of you, after you’d been taken. And finally, he found it, in the side of a fucking mountain, and an operation was launched to get all of the taken back.

Problem was it was a fucking mountain. A cobbled together base for the villains made of old mine tunnels and shafts, and organic caves.

And infuriatingly, Keigo and his wings were too damn big to properly navigate them. So, even if you were found, he wouldn’t be there. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything was okay.

He couldn’t guarantee your safety by his own hands, and it fucking hurt. 

That being said, his feathers had done a good enough job. 

He could feel your heart hammering as you neared the entrance.

And then Keigo saw you.

...

You stumbled from the blown out opening, a flurry of feathers on either side. The brawl was somewhere else in the cave, shut out from your mind as you followed the tugs and touches of the plumes.

And as you felt the rays of setting sun hit your cheeks, you caught sight of Keigo.

Before you could even open your mouth, and breath the sigh of relief you needed to, or cried his name like you wanted to, Keigo was on you, scooping you up and away from the shuddering caves. 

His grip was so tight, it hurt, but neither of you cared. Your arms had looped behind his head, burying themselves in his greasy hair as you hid your face in his neck. Keigo’s hands were shaking as they held you close to him, not wavering even when you returned to the stable, safe ground below. It teemed with heroes and medics, but no one dared to interrupt or get between the two of you.

They’d all seen how wrecked Hawks had become in pursuit of finding his partner.

Keigo lowered the two of you to the ground, all feathers returning and making his feathers thick and broad once more. They rose and curled around the two of you, sealing the world away.

Your mouth felt too dry as you tried to sit up, but Keigo wouldn’t let you. He kept a firm hand on your hip as he tore off one of his gloves with his teeth, keeping you in place in front him. 

When you tried to shift, he gathered you by your waist and crushed you to him. HIs chest shuddered and his shoulders quaked with the force he was wrapping you, and you returned it all, as much as you could.

“P-please,” Keigo’s voice broke. “I just gotta hold you for awhile, o-okay, Dove? You’re s-safe now. I’ve got you.”

And he did.

You pressed your cracked lips to his cheeks, lungs going tight as you wrestled for one of his clammy hands to hold.

“I-I know,” You sniffled, tears squished between your cheeks. You pressed your interlocked fingers to your lips, choking on a sob of pure relief. Whatever kisses you had planned to grace his knuckles with were swallowed elsewhere.

Keigo pulled your face to his, hands and mouth hungry as he desperately kissed you, finally, nothing like the fleeting ones you both clung to while cruelly apart. It was messy, sloppy, but ringing with sweetness as Keigo sputtered and nipped at your lips.

“’M sorry,” He breathed, barely pulling away before slotting your lips together once more. 

As much as you wanted to reply, remind him that this wasn’t his fault, you words were too gummy and jumbled for anything meaningful.

So, you both settled for touch.

You stroked over each other’s sunken in eyes and dark circles. Keigo nipped at your dry lips, while you tasted the staleness of his breath. His bare hands braced against your back from just under the hem of your shirt,  feeling the deep chill in your skin and the residual dirt and grime.

You finally mustered up some words, the mix of so many needs and desires that needed sating.

“K-Keigo?” You lingered as close as you could, craving the heat and mingling of your breaths. “I-I want to go home.”

His breath caught and his grip got tighter still.

“Can we go home?” You asked, soft and breaking as you fell into the safety of his arms.

“Y-yeah,” Keigo pressed his teary cheeks to the top of your head, letting out a final shaking breath of relief. Keeping his words firm as firm as his touch, he put every ounce of ease that he could offer into his words:

“Let’s go home, dove.” 

#briggsgottdiggs #salem writes #hawks x reader #hawks #uwu #a wittle hurt/comfort for this early morning #drabble

[imatechbummerliketomholland]

I wish this trip never ends (sstbthw part 2) - h.h

Word count: 3768

Warning: angst, swear, mention of smoking

Pairing : harry holland

Request: no.

N/A: okay, i took me almost a whole month to write this but i'm kinda need to work on school too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really tried my best. I asked you who the reader was supposed to end up with ... I'll let you figure it out but ... don't hate me for the end ... because after all ... it might not be the end. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

taglist : @angeliquekalampoka , @harryhollandsgirlfriend (the one and only harry holland's girlfriend to me)

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previously - and you can find part 3

Restoring a relationship of trust and regaining the bond that you both had was particularly difficult. You had to learn to find your place in Harrison's life, but also in his relationship with Grace. You were roommates and friends, but it was complicated to plan meetings with Harrison's busy schedule. Between his job search after the cancellation of his Netflix series, his photo shoots, his dates with Grace, those with his family. It was getting harder and harder to find a moment to reunite with the two of you. It was without counting your schedule.

You were supposed to meet at noon for lunch at that restaurant Harrison told you about where he took his mother earlier this year, for Mother's Day. You felt uncomfortable going to such a place. It was very fancy; you had taken a look at the menu and you knew in advance that you would not be able to afford to split the bill. That was sometimes one of the downsides of being friends with Tom and Harrison. They sometimes forgot that their salary was significantly higher than yours. After all, they were still simple, good-natured guys, never saying no to a quick takeout meal or ordering pizza, drinking a beer at the local pub. And sometimes, they offered to go to prestigious places, not paying attention to money, wanting to please their friends or family.

Currently you were in your room. You were throwing countless of clothes across the room, trying to choose what you could wear to this lunch. Harry stopped dead when one of your dresses flew out of your room, right in front of his nose, blocking his way. You had left your door open and your spontaneity got the better of your best friend.

“Easy, Tiger. I had no idea your clothes had the capacity of Dr. Strange's cape.” He joked before coming into your bedroom.

You turned to find Harry leaning against your doorframe, a smirk encrusted on his face. You gave him an unamused frown and his smile widened. This wasn’t funny at all; you were stressed as hell. It’s not like you still had feelings for Harrison and try to impress him – to be honest, you still had feeling for your friend, but not as intense as before, you had drawn a definitive line on the possibility of a romantic relationship with him, which had helped you a lot. – But you didn’t want to be dressed down and looked like a clown.

“Come on Munchkin, it’s just a lunch. At worst, Harrison can still make it looks like he invited you out for charity, sort of “Make a Wish” event” Harry joked, in his significant humor.

“Go to hell, Robert. Don’t you have a pack bag to make, mister “I’m going to Spain to help my superstar brother to hold his tea while he’s filming”?”

“Rude… I’m a film director, now”

Not for that, you thought to yourself, but don't have the balls to tell your best friend. You didn't want to take this joke too far. You smiled at his cute pretending offended face. You pouted mockingly before biting your lip. You loved the dynamics of your relationship so much. Your humor, sarcasm, your outspokenness, that's what brought you together. Harry pulled you lightly from your closet with a comforting wink. He chose Yves Saint Laurent poppy red wool jersey flared pants that Tom gave you on your birthday. You smiled at his choice. You liked these pair of pants because they were sparkling with vitality, the color was flamboyant. Harry then gave you a satin pearl-colored shirt from Zara and you laughed at the drastic brand difference.

“Oh I see. A classy look but no more than £ 1000 that's pretty smart,” you joked.

The choice of your outfit once again proved the reality of hanging out with wealthy people. You were not poor; you could even be grateful for the life you had had. But it would never occur to you to give your friends clothes that were going over the miles and cents. To be honest, you wanted it. You wanted to live up to the gifts your friends sometimes gave you. But the truth seemed quite different: you had cried over the price of a used Rolex you wanted to give Tom for his birthday. Even having saved for 6 months, you could not afford such a gift.

“Shut up, don’t be so dramatic. Wear that necklace Harrison gave you for Christmas. I’m sure you’ll look fine”

“Thank you,Baz…I guess. ”

You kissed his cheek and then invited him out of your room so you could get ready. It didn't take you more than thirty minutes, time to put on the outfit your best friend had chosen and to put on light makeup. When you were finally ready, you walked to Tom's room. He had offered to take you to the restaurant where you were to join Harrison. But when you got to his ajar door, you could hear the soft sound of a slight snoring. You let out a chuckle before ordering an Uber. You knew he had spent almost a full month in Los Angeles and hadn't returned until early last week. You wanted to leave him as much as possible alone so that he could rest before his trip to Spain for the reshoots of his film Uncharted. Tom was a boy who loved being in touch with those close to him, but you also felt his need to recharge his batteries. That's why you preferred to let him sleep.

You went down to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water before leaving. When your Uber arrived, you left a note on the refrigerator to let the boys know you were safely gone. It was little everyday things that made you look normal that you enjoy. A post-it on the fridge, a table organizing household chores had been drawn up. Note to yourself; It was Harrison's turn to take care of the laundry.

☙♡❧

You had really hoped this was just a grotesque nightmare. That it wasn't real. He was going to arrive; he was just stuck into the traffic. Isn't it?

But you were there, waiting for over an hour and a half, without any news from your friend. Some people watched you with pity eyes, the others didn't give you any attention. You internally thank Harry for choosing your outfit. You didn't look like a lost kitten in this prestigious setting. It didn't prevent you from being ashamed right now. The waiter had urged you to order several times but you had told him that you were expecting someone, that he would arrive any minute. The last time, you didn't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But it never happened. Harrison never came to your dinner. You were alone, sitting at a table, pathetically waiting for your friend to show up. It didn't look like him. He had never stand you up before. And not to improve this embarrassing moment, the waiter came to you again. This time, with a man in a suit. He was elegant, carried himself proud but diplomatic. They stopped at your table, a tight smile on their faces. No doubt the man in the suit was to be the manager.

"Miss, my employee told me that you seemed to have occupied this table for a while now. I am sorry to tell you that if you do not order a few things, you will have to leave the establishment"

You looked at him with misty eyes. You have never been so ashamed in your life. You just nod your head, not trusting your voice just yet. After taking a deep breath, you finally apologize to them before telling them that you are going to leave. The manager of the restaurant, out of politeness awkwardly apologizing for this uncomfortable situation.

You've finished the Dry Martini that you allowed yourself to, paying for it with whatever pride you have left. You pulled your cellphone out of your purse and decided to call one of the boys. After three rings, he picked up.

"Hey ... can you please pick me up?"

Your voice was shaky, you were so ashamed but it was less distressing than having to walk the Walk of Shame to your house or cry in an uber. You hung up and shared your location. You left the lobby, leaving the restaurant, standing in front of the entrance to the establishment. The air refreshed your cheeks burning with shame. Luckily it wasn't raining today. Which was pretty nice compared to that early summer you had had.

When you saw Harry's car pulled up in front of you, you slid into the passenger seat without a word. The curly redhead gave you a heartwarming smile but you definitely could see a spark of annoyance in his eyes. You sigh, resigned while shrugging your shoulders. It was obvious that your friendship with Harrison was still shaky.

"I'm sorry, love. He's a jerk about it."

Coincidentally, like a mitigating circumstance, your phone vibrated, receiving a notification from Harrison. You were chewing your lip with a sort of anguish and irritation, watching the message the blond had sent you.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. My agent called me for a pretty urgent casting briefing. She's detained me until now. Are you still okay for this dinner?"

You were angry. You were mature enough and had known the boys long enough to understand their obligations. The fact that Harrison had a lastminute meeting with his agent and missed your dinner wasn't a problem. The problem was, he made you wait for over an hour and a half before notifying you. You wanted him to call you to let you know, or a simple text just after he knew for the meeting. You typed a short answer, shorter than this was impossible. "No". You rested your head against the headrest, turning your gaze to your best friend.

"Hey, he's a Netflix star now" you replied to his last words.

Your voice cracked on the last syllables and your eyes filled with tears. You weren't usually that emotional but the anguish and shame really took over you. Harry noticed, unsure of how to instantly respond to your distress. He would have liked to stop on an emergency lane to take you in his arms but he already had 2 penalties to pay, respectively for speeding and prohibited parking ... a third fine would not be really welcome. He simply placed his hand on your thigh, drawing circles on your pants to comfort you. He simply moved his hand to shift gears and instantly rested it on your leg whenever he had the chance. This gesture soothed you, enjoying the touch, grateful to have someone as your best friend to mop up your pain.

☙♡❧

Arriving at the apartment, no sign of Harrison. When you walked in the kitchen, you saw Tom sitting at the counter, scrolling his phone. He looked up at you, not directly noticing your annoyed expression.

"Wow..you're ... gorgeous. I love these pants on you"

You smiled, a little amused by the compliment. Of course he loved the pants, it was a gift from him. But your smile didn’t reach your eyes. With a look on your expression then on the clock, the actor understood that something went wrong. Harry was right behind and still no trace of Harrison. It was suspicious. Tom gave you a worried look.

"Do I have to ask…Never mind, I’m still going to ask. How was lunch with Harrison?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask him? Oh wait... right, he didn't show up" you said sarcastically although you could hear the hurt in your voice.

Tom frowned, biting the inside of his lower lip in annoyance. Harrison was his best mate since forever and he knew him so well. It seemed strange from Harrison to not show up. The blond has told him he was happy to see you again and walking through this whole awkward “feeling situation” because he didn’t want to lose you. In a quick movement, he rose from his stool to walk around the counter. The next second, he took you in his comforting arms and you finally let yourself go under the sight of the two Holland brothers.

“It seems like you need a break of all this shit” Tom said while he ran his fingers through your hair.

You let a little laugh escape through your tears. He wasn't wrong. You really needed to get away from this whole situation for a moment. But how? Harry watched the scene unsure of what to do. You were his best friend and it seemed like the solace you found was never in his arms. He had tried in the car, however, as best he could. He walked over to the counter to make you both a cup of tea. It seems that as cliché as it sounds, tea comforts you, as the English person you used to be. As the redhead waited patiently for the water to boil, a flash of genius - according to him - crossed the glare of his eyes.

“Why doen't she come with us to Spain?”

His brother's words seemed to suit Tom, who released his hold on you. You opened your eyes wide, not sure of what you had just heard. Go to Spain, with them? Once again, you knew you were going to argue on this proposition. The idea was not bad, Spain seemed a rather pleasant country. But you had just graduated and had a student job to save as much as possible. However, you could not afford to leave for several days in Spain, at the last minute. Plus, what were you going to do while Tom was filming and Harry was assisting him? He was sure the film's production crew wasn't going to give you a pass because Tom had decided.

“Yeah! That’s it, you’re coming with us”

“Tom, I have a student job. I can’t just…decide to go to Spain.”

“You never take a leave, come on. It’s not negotiable”

You were looking at Harry for help but he just shrugged. After all, he was the one who had initiated the idea of ​​including you on the trip. You were trying to find a valid excuse to stay home. You really didn't want to impose yourself.

“I can’t afford that” you said, trying your best to convince him to quit the idea.

“I don’t care, it’s not even a problem. You coming to Spain with us.”

"Omg, does Z dominate you in bed to make you so bossy in life?"

Harry almost spitted his tea and laughed out loud while Tom gave you shocked eyes with pinky cheeks. You had always been sassy but hanging out with the boys had made you even more sassy than ever. How many times haven't you heard Tuwaine or Harry make fun of Harrison or Tom on the sex subject? Being a girl seemed to make you an untouchable character. The boys had never teased you about your relationships or your sexual partners. And while you've always had feelings for Harrison, you've had your own experiences. Anyway, you had just gone with the flow and Tom's brand-new romantic relationship with his co-star gave you the perfect opportunity.

“That's not the point.” stammered the actor.

Your smile widened, proud of your joke and the way Tom reacted. You heard Harry clear his throat. He had his phone in his hand and his own smile didn't bode well for you.

"The production is okay but it's at Tom's expense."

“You got to be kidding me…”

☙♡❧

You ended up in Spain with two of your best friends. You knew you had limited time before Tom had to fly back to Los Angeles for some Spider-man: No Way Home reshoots. So, you enjoyed as much as possible: accompanying the boys to the golf course - even though you weren't very involved in the sport -, spending time to visit touristic places when they were on set, talking with Rachael and other people from the set. You really enjoyed your trip.

On Wednesday evening you went out to a restaurant with Tom, Harry and two other friends/tom’s colleagues. You couldn't deny that it was fun. You had the opportunity to sunbathe a little while walking through the streets of Madrid. Spain was doing you good and not once did you think about your wobbly friendship with Harrison. You've just left the restaurant when a few fans politely show up to take pictures with Tom. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of how kind Tom had always taken in a few snaps when his fans approached him respectfully - and there weren't too many of them -. You sighed with pleasure before stepping away from the group. You leaned against a wall and took out the packet of cigarettes that Tom had asked you to keep in your clutch bag. Being an occasional smoker, he wouldn't blame you if you took one from him. You tilted your head back to admire the dark starry night when you felt a presence by your side. You narrowed your eyes in mischief as you looked sideways: Harry was there, his nose wrinkled from your cigarette. He didn't like it too much Silence filled your bubble despite the hubbub outside. You were in public and it was not surprising to meet travelers and Madrid residents mingling with the crowd to enjoy this pleasant evening.

"I wish this trip never ends." You finally said, breaking the silence.

Harry didn't know what to say to that. Instead, he was just looking at you. You were a little tanned, the Madrid sun had done wonders on you; your loose hair framed your face and the summer dress you had chosen for the restaurant looked great on you: It was a short red floral summer dress with a shingle collar. Light enough to keep you from suffocating but decent to wear on any casual occasion. You were beautiful, stunning. His heart exploded at the sight of you, so much that it hurt a few times.

"I wish I had been there for you more." he finally confessed

You finally turned your head towards him and shrug your shoulders, smiling shyly but sincerely.

“You were working, Baz”

“I meant…not only here in Spain. I’m sorry to have let you down recently”

You give him a confused look. He hadn't been a bad friend but he kept implying it. You just shook your head negatively to brush his words away. Harry had always been important to you. He had been the first to step towards you. It was him who introduced you to the rest of the gang. He had always been concerned about you.

The night you met, you immediately clicked up with him. And to be honest, for a moment, you thought he liked you that night. But he never took that step towards you and you never did either. You dreaded that if you kissed him, he would think you were interested in his notoriety by proxy. So you just acted like any reasonable person would - accept the status he gave you. And the second time he asked you to join him with his brother and his friends, you met Harrison and your heart exploded.

"I'm glad you brought me here"

“I'm happy you accepted to come.”

“I didn't really have the choice, Baz” you joked.

He laughed slightly. You weren't wrong, he and Tom had practically dragged you onto the plane, leaving you no choice to be by their side. But you could only thank them, especially Harry who had the idea. You took another hit on your cigarette before leaning back to check out where Tom was with his fans. He seemed to be talking with the girls and didn't seem overwhelmed. So, you didn't want to interrupt him and were just going to wait for him to finish. Harry played with his hands nervously, looking straight ahead and then at you. He seemed to be repeating this game for several seconds before finally asking the question that was in his mind.

“Have you heard from Harrison?” Harry asked quite casually

“He sent me several texts to apologize and wished me to have a good time in Madrid.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

You swallow hard before looking at him. There was an indecipherable glint in his eyes and you weren't sure what to make of it. You drew another puff from your cigarette, maybe that would save you from entering this conversation. But Harry's presence was all around you and you couldn't really escape. So you've decided to be honest.

“It’s complicated. I suppose so...”

“Mhmm”

“But my friendship with Haz is important, I don't want to lose him because of it.”

“Yeah, you can't imagine how well I understand you” he sighed

“What do you mean? Who’s the lucky girl..or guy ?”

Harry turned to you frankly and you did the same, stubbing out the half-smoked cigarette. You are well aware that the conversation was taking a more serious turn. He moistened his lips and walked over to you. Harry was full of things: he was full-loving, sarcastic, talented, daring, impertinent. But Harry was mostly awkward when it came to love. Not just an attraction, no, love with real feeling. Delicately, hesitantly, he reached out to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers, cautiously. You were frozen, your eyes fixed on him admiring his audacity.

"She's the most beautiful girl I ever seen." he said with a small smile.

Harry walked over to you and your heart was pounding at breakneck speed. Harry had ... feelings for you? You were really confused. Since when had he developed his feelings? Why didn't he tell you about it? Why hadn't he tried anything so far? So, were you right from the start? Was there a tension between you since the beginning of your friendship, since your met? But above all, did you want him to take that step? Instinctively, your body responded. You parted your lips and closed your eyes. You enjoyed the warmth of his hand on your cheek and were waiting for the touch of his lips. But it never happened.

"Hey baz, y/n..we're going back to the hotel" Tom said, taking his eyes off his phone. "I…Mhmm sorry, did I interrupt something?"

#harry holland #harry holland x reader #harry holland fic #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield #tom holland

[livingstonegordo]

Operation Idiots in Love

Bobby

"Okay, that's it." Hen sighed as she watched Buck run up the stairs and out the front door. "I can't take it anymore. We have gotta get them together."

"Get who together?" Bobby asked, sipping a ginger ale.

"Those two idiots who are so far up each other's asses they can't see how in love with each other they are!" she exclaimed, gesturing to where Buck disappeared too.

Chimney was nodding enthusiastically as he listened to Hen. "He's literally abandoning us because Eddie called and said he broke up with the teacher!" He threw his arms up in the air, dangerously sloshing his own drink.

"Maybe we shouldn't meddle in their personal lives, guys," Bobby admonished lightly. "If Buck and Eddie are going to actually take the leap they need to do it on their own."

"Bobby, this is a family, and family meddles in each other's personal lives." Athena gently smacked his arm for emphasis. "Not to mention they're both so oblivious it could take 20 more years before they get it together." There were laughs and murmurs of agreement from their group.

Bobby and Athena had planned a small baby shower for Maddie and Chimney, not wanting to host too many people during a pandemic, but wanting to celebrate with their chosen family. It was just them, Hen and Karen, Buck and Albert, and of course Chimney and Maddie. Eddie had been invited but had back to back appointments for Christopher and was supposed to have lunch with Ms. Flores. They'd gotten through presents, cake, and some games and were mostly just hanging around and chatting in groups when Eddie called Buck to report that, for whatever reason, he and Ana had decided to call it quits. Buck had been sprinting up the stairs before Eddie had even stopped to take a breath.

"Whose personal life are we meddling in?" Maddie asked as she made her way over to them, leaving Karen looking bewildered with a very enthusiastically gesturing Albert.

"Buck and Eddie's," Chimney said, leaning over to kiss Maddie on the cheek when she gracelessly plopped next to him on the couch. "We can't take it anymore. They obviously need a push, just to get the ball rolling."

"I wholly agree," Maddie said. "They're never gonna get there on their own." She was slowly rubbing a circle on her stomach.

"We'll need to plan it out carefully," Hen said. "Maybe we should schedule something where we can get together and brainstorm."

"I'll make a group chat now." Athena set her drink down on a coaster on the coffee table and pulled out her phone.

"We should come up with a code name," Maddie said. "We don't want them knowing we're talking about them."

Grinning, Chim said, "Operation Just Admit It Already."

Hen snickered. "Operation No Homo."

"Excuse me?" Karen said walking up.

"Operation We Can't Stand the Sexual Tension Any Longer." At that Maddie shook her head then lightly pushed Chim.

Hen quietly explained what they were up to to her wife (who looked more and more gleeful with every word) while they all got a text from Athena who had finished creating their group chat. Bobby looked at his phone, a little dismayed to be included in it, but he smiled when he saw the name of the group chat.

"That's perfect, Athena." Maddie smiled. "It's not exactly discreet but they're so oblivious they would never think it's about them."

"Bobby called them that the other night, I thought it was fitting."

"We should include Carla! She'll be so angry if we don't. She likes to gossip about them with Maddie!" Chimney said.

"We do not gossip about my brother. We simply vent about how dumb they are." Hen and Karen laughed while Chimney rolled his eyes.

Bobby sighed, sure all future down time was going to be spent on this.

Operation Idiots in Love.

---

Maddie

The next day Maddie had some time, so she called Carla to explain what they were up to and she asked immediately to be added to the group chat.

"I've been watching those two dance around each other for years. It is high time they get it together."

"Oh I know!" Maddie exclaimed. She was sitting at the table with a cup of tea, wishing it was a second cup of coffee. "I met Eddie and Chimney at the same time and I said to Buck that day ‘he's cute’ meaning Chim, but Buck immediately responded with ‘he gets that a lot, you should see his son’ cause, you know, Eddie is always on his mind. Even back then." She shook her head even though Carla wouldn't be able to see it.

"They've both been through so much, before they met and after. I just want to see my two boys happy."

"And Christopher will be okay with it, right?" Maddie, who was always on the verge of tears these days, fought to keep herself from crying.

"Honey, Christopher has told me at least 4 times that he wants his dad to marry Buck, so that Buck can be around all the time!"

"He has?" Maddie asked, losing the battle with her tear ducts.

"That boy loves our Buckaroo so much,” Carla said, and Maddie could hear the smile in her voice.

"Buck loves him so much, too," she said, sniffling. "Okay I will add you to the group chat. But I am warning you now you might want to keep it muted. Chim and Hen have been blowing it up all morning."

After hanging up with Carla, Maddie had a stern talk with her tears ducts -we cannot cry over everything for the rest of this pregnancy!- downed her tea and quickly got ready for work. She'd downgraded to only working part time as her pregnancy progressed. Since this was a geriatric pregnancy (God, did Maddie hate that word) she knew she and the baby were at a higher risk and wanted to make sure she wasn't over exerting herself- not to mention the fact that she cried a lot easier these days. And when you're a 911 operator crying is not beneficial to the people who really need her help. When she got to the call center she saw May and Linda already on the phones and Josh standing with another operator named Cheryl. She quickly made her way to the locker room to stow her bag, stopped for more tea from the break room and settled in at her desk. It was an hour later when she got some inspiration from a call. The caller was a young woman, Daisy, who was on a first date at a small vegan restaurant, and her date, Cara, had been hit by a car while crossing the street after lunch- nothing serious just a broken leg, though, from the sounds of the scene, the driver was under the influence. She dispatched a squad car and EMS to the scene and waited with Daisy who was on the verge of a panic attack. Maddie was able to keep her calm by giving her clear directions on how to help her date, and reminding her to breath. Daisy had the phone on speakerphone, laying on the pavement next to Cara’s head and when the paramedics arrived Daisy let out a sob. “They’re here! Maddie, the paramedics are here!”

“Good. I may be a little biased, but the 118 is the best firehouse in the city and they will take excellent care of Cara.”

“Playing favorites, Mads?” she heard Chimney say followed by the smack of his chewing gum. “Guess I can’t really blame you. Alright, Miss, can you tell me your name?”

“Cara,” she said weakly. Daisy must have picked up her phone and turned off speaker phone because Chimney’s voice became quieter as he continued to assess Cara’s injuries.

“They know you?” Daisy asked.

“They do.” Maddie smiled. “We’re family.”

When Daisy disconnected the call, Maddie quickly wrote down the name of the vegan restaurant knowing that her brother would love it.

---

Hen

In the week since they started this group chat Hen and Chimney had been tossing out plenty of outlandish and silly plots to get the boys together, but she knew none of them would actually work. Maddie was working on something involving a restaurant but so far nothing had happened. They needed something so rational and normal that Buck and Eddie wouldn’t even question it. They needed a new tactic so she opened up Operation Idiots In Love and sent off a message.

When did you first realize? >Hen

Chimney< When Buck completely lost it when Eddie was trapped underground

Chimney< dude was clawing at the mud with his bare hands WAILING

Karen< Christmas 2019 he organized that whole dinner so Christopher could spend Christmas with his dad!

Carla< Xmas 2019 for me as well

Athena< When Bobby called Eddie after he stole Chimney’s phone and was nearly arrested.

Karen< Does that mean Bobby knew before then?

Karen< The first time Hen mentioned it to me was when Buck arranged for Christopher to spend the day at the firehouse. Is that when you knew, babe?

Chimney< 🤮 babe

That was the day I called it. The way that Eddie looked at Buck that day nearly knocked me over >Hen

👊🏾👀⚠️>Hen

Maddie< I think I knew for sure after the tsunami. Buck called me, completely wrecked because he didn’t know how to tell Eddie they were there.

Chimney< 🪓💪😙

Chimney< What about you cap?

Bobby< The tsunami was when I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Bobby< No one else saw them after they took that live round out of the guy’s leg in the back of the ambulance. My gut knew then.

Maddie< Wasn’t that Eddie’s first week at the 118????

Chimney< IT WAS!

Bobby< I don’t think they were in love then. But I knew they would end up here.

Bobby< Buck was actually flustered when Eddie complimented him.

“Flustered!” Karen exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Buck flustered.” Hen gazed down at her wife who was laying across the couch with her head in Hen’s lap. Hen had been absentmindedly playing with Karen’s hair (which Karen loved) and had a few strands wrapped around her knuckles.

Chimney< You know that Eddie got under Buck’s skin that very first day

Chimney< If Buck hadnt been so wrapped up in Abby back then things would be so much easier now

Athena< I hate to say our Buck needed his heart broken, but the heartbreak from Abby certainly helped him get to where he is today.

Athena< We got front row seats to Buck maturing these past few years.

Buck 3.0 🙈🤣🙄 >Hen

Carla< He really has come so far ❤🙌🏼

Maddie, how is your plan coming along? 👀 >Hen

Maddie< So I'm thinking of asking him to meet me at this new trendy vegan restaurant, but I can’t think of a good reason for standing him up and suggesting he go with Eddie 🤔

Karen< He would jump at the chance to try a new vegan restaurant! 🌱🤤

Carla< Oh he would love that, not so sure about Eddie though 🥩

Maddie< Exactly

Chimney< Hes so pretentious

Maddie< Honestly, I figured Eddie would go because Buck asked. But even if he refused Buck would probably pick just another restaurant

Maddie< I just can’t think of a plausible excuse for bailing

Maddie< Buck is too good at telling when I am lying 🤥😔

Chimney< Tell him you’re having contractions! 🤰👶

He would just rush off to the hospital, Chim > Hen

Bobby< He would just want to be at Maddie’s side

Karen< No, he would just want to be there for Maddie

Chimney< Alright, alright, hes too good of a brother for that 🙏

Chimney< 🙄🙄

Hen looked at the time and sighed. “You okay with making dinner, while I do some homework?” she asked.

“Of course, babe,” Karen said, smiling up at her. “Just give me 5 more minutes on the couch with you.”

“Anything for you,” Hen said, leaning down to kiss her wife’s forehead.

---

Chimney

Maddie was at a doctor’s appointment and Chimney, upset at not being able to go and bored at home on his own, invited Buck and Albert to go on a short hike. It was a small trail that had only just opened up after the mudslide, and while Albert was a little disappointed it wasn’t a more difficult trail he at least understood that Buck and Chimney both were hesitant to embark on a long trail with Maddie so close to her due date. The trail was fairly empty so they had taken their masks off, though Chimney was a bit weirded out by how naked he felt without it while in public. With Albert running ahead and out of earshot, Chimney decided it was a good time to ask Buck about his love life.

And naturally- he was incredibly awkward about it.

“So, Buck 3.0?”

“Yeah?”

“Is he gonna dip his toe in the dating pool anytime soon?”

Buck let out a huff of breath, looking down at his feet. “Buck 3.0 is about letting go of the past, but honestly? I still don’t think that I’m really in the right headspace to be dating now. Therapy is helping, but it’s not an overnight process. It’s a lot of work letting go of nearly 30 years of low self esteem and abandonment issues.”

“You’ll get there,” Chim said, clapping Buck on the back. “You’re honestly one of the best people ever, Buck.” Buck looked over at him with a single raised eyebrow. “I will deny it if you tell anyone.” He pointed a finger a Buck for emphasis. “But you are my favorite brother.”

Buck’s face cracked into a brilliant smile and he put his hands over his heart. “Oh, Chim, do you mean it? Really and truly??”

Chimney laughed and gave Buck a shove. “I hope it echoes in your ears for the rest of your life because I’m never repeating it.”

“It’s okay. I’m Albert’s favorite brother too.”

“You are not!”

“And Albert has no problems telling me every time I wash his clothes.”

“You wash his clothes for him! Buck, never, ever give Albert anything he will never be able to take care of himself!”

“I don’t mind the laundry, so I don’t make a big deal about it. I do Eddie’s laundry sometimes too.”

“You do Eddie’s laundry?” Chimney asked, eyebrows raised high above his aviator sunglasses.

“Eddie hates doing laundry, and I mean hates. I’ve been over there while he was switching loads and he was grumbling under his breath the entire time. So sometimes if Eddie lets it pile up for too long I’ll do a couple loads while I’m there.”

“You do Eddie’s laundry?” Chim asked again, eyebrows still raised high. It was actually getting a little painful, so he let them relax and come back down. He couldn’t believe this. How domestic. He was definitely telling that to the group chat.

“Yeah, man, it’s not a big deal. Laundry helps my brain calm down. I focus on the clothes and not on all the negative shit running around up here.” He tapped his temple with his first finger, looking down at his feet again.

There was a couple jogging towards them so the conversation stalled while Chimney and Buck pulled out their masks and put them on.

They were quiet as the couple passed them, nodding in greeting and continuing on their way. When Chimney pulled his mask back off he asked, “So what happened with Eddie and the teacher?”

Buck looked over at him, eyebrows raised again as he tucked his mask into his pocket. “He didn’t really say,” Buck answered.

“He didn’t?” Chim asked. “Doesn’t he, like, tell you everything?”

“Usually. But you know Eddie. He processes things on his own time, and when he’s ready he talks about it. All he would say was that she is the one who ended it and that he wasn’t really that bothered because it was just casual and now he doesn’t have to talk to Christopher about him dating.”

“Christopher would be okay with him dating, though, right?”

“I think he would,” Buck answered. “He is legitimately the best kid I have ever met, and he wants his dad to be happy.” Buck looked at his feet here and Chimney noticed his cheeks were a little more red than before. “Chris told me once he wants his dad to date me.” He chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck.

Chimney knew this already, because Maddie had told him what Carla said. He was very interested in how red Buck was turning though, another thing to report to the group chat. “Christopher wants you to date his dad?”

"If I date his dad then we can hang out all the time."

"You would love that." Chimney gave Buck a little shove. "Well all know Christopher is your favorite person in the entire world."

"He is," Buck agreed. He shoved Chimney back a little harder so that Chimney veered off the trail briefly. "He's better than you lot by miles."

They were quiet for a moment and Chimney debated whether or not he should ask. In the end his mouth won and he asked, "Would you?" Buck glanced over at Chimney but didn't say anything. "Date Eddie?" he clarified.

Buck turned an alarming shade of red and opened his mouth to respond when they heard Albert call to them.

"What are you two doing?" He was running towards them, sweaty and grinning. "I made it to the end of the trail and halfway back! Pick up your pace!!"

Buck grinned and took off running. Chimney took out his phone and started texting.

---

Athena

May was working, Bobby had run out to the store, and Harry was still staying with Michael so Athena found herself with a rare, quiet evening. She poured herself a glass of wine and headed to the table on the back patio. The Operation Idiots in Love chat she had started had been pretty active that day but Athena hadn’t had the chance to look through it until now. When she was all caught up with Chimney’s discussion with Buck and everyone’s reactions she sent off a “Sounds like they’re already dating…” and placed her phone face down on the table.

Over the years she had come to think of Buck as her step son of sorts and after seeing his heart break so many times, she just wanted him to finally be happy. Athena wasn’t one to believe that a person needed to be in a relationship in order to be happy, but the only time she had seen Buck looking genuinely content and happy was when he was around Eddie.

Plus she had been a cop for 30 years. She was an expert on picking up on the things left unsaid. She had no doubt that both of them wanted something more, but they were both too terrified of being rejected by the person they depend on the most.

Maddie’s plan was half cooked, at least, and Athena didn’t think that it would really work the way that they wanted it to - and not just because Eddie refused to eat vegan.

She was contemplating possible plans when Bobby returned. He dropped the groceries in the kitchen and came outside, hands falling on Athena’s shoulders and dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

“You’re radiating your Sergeant Grant energy,” he said as he pulled out the chair next to her. She just raised her patented Athena Eyebrow at him. “Lay it on me.” Bobby waved a hand between them. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing yet. Just thinking about what could work.”

“For Buck and Eddie?” “Mhmm.” Athena sipped her wine.

“You don’t think they need to get together in their own time? What if whatever ‘Operation’ we all come up with backfires and ruins their relationship?” The air quotes around ‘operation’ were very clear in his tone.

“I think that their relationship, as it is, is strong enough to withstand any sort of awkwardness that we may create if it backfires.” Bobby still looked skeptical. “Look, Buck and Eddie have both been burned in the past. And now they have essentially built their entire lives on top of each other. Co-dependant is how most people would think of it. They’re both terrified of losing each other so neither one of them will ever make the first move. They just need a little nudge. Something to get them both open their damn eyes and look at each other.”

“Okay,” Bobby said, nodding. “We need to keep Chimney and Hen reined in though. They seem to be a little too invested in this.”

“Agreed.”

“How about we have them over for dinner? Just the two of them and the two of us.”

“Mmm a double date?” Athena gave a second, totally different, patented Athena Eyebrow.

“That’s the goal isn’t it?” Bobby stood up pulling out his phone. “I’ll text them.”

“Have it be next Friday,” Athena called. “May will be working late that day.”

“Alright.” Bobby disappeared inside the house and Athena turned back to her wine. She picked up her own phone to text Hen and Michael about the three boys - Harry, Denny, and Christopher - having a much needed sleepover. Harry had been missing his friends since the pandemic started, and if it was just a small group Athena didn’t think they would have to worry too much.

Twenty minutes later Michael was added to Operation Idiots in Love and Athena was texting Eddie to see if Christopher could sleepover Michael’s next Friday.

#911 fox #fic #operation idiots in love #buddie #captain bobby nash #maddie buckley #hen wilson #chimney han #athena grant #buck buckley #eddie diaz #firefam is going to get them together if it's the last thing they do #firefam #118

[melwilson]

Breaking Point

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: none

rating: angst, fluff

a/n: i just realized i haven’t written for steven yet so here u go ;) this has been in my drafts for awhile and i just finished. i really like this one.

Steven Grant Rogers. A name destined to be written down in history books forever. A name that changed the world and opened up its mind to new possibilities, new realities. The name of the man you had fallen in love with. The name of a man who had captured your heart before you had the chance to say no. He was a soldier. A leader. A national hero. To you, however, he was just Steve. A kind man with a good heart and an undeniable compassion for people. He was strong. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. It was damn near impossible to break Steve Rogers. And when he did break, no one saw and no one knew. No one except for you.

You, a former espionage agent for SHIELD. Someone who had unintentionally weaved there way into Steve’s heart. The first thing Steve noticed about you was your worth ethic. You were driven, determined, knew what you wanted, slightly intimidating too. Steve liked that. He admired your kindness and your love for all people. And that smile. God that smile was brighter than the sun and would always send a wave of warmth through him like a fresh cup of coffee. People thought you were hard. Glass shards and bloody knuckles. But if they knew you like Steve did, they’d see the real you. The woman who only liked her eggs scrambled and literally could not function without caffeine. The woman who laughed at dumb dad jokes and cried at the end of corny romance movies.

That was you and that was the you Steve loved. Although, he had never expressed his love for you out loud. You two were complicated. It was evident you wanted to be with each other, but work oftentimes got in the way of things. You didn’t get to spend as much time together as you wanted to and when you did, it was usually interrupted. So until the busyness of life settled down, you agreed that being friends- close friends, friends that loved each other- was good enough.

However, right now was one of the rare moments that you got to be alone. The rest of the team decided to go out for drinks leaving you and Steve together in the tower. You two made dinner together and watched the sunset while you ate. Steve didn’t talk much. He preferred to listen to you. He loved your voice. Some found it gruff, but Steve would say it was music to his ears. It was soft and honeyed and had the rare ability to calm him down at just the sound.

Right now you were telling him about the training exercises you and Maria were putting new candidates through. This year’s class was good, skilled, but only the top twenty would make it through, and you had fifty to choose from. The topic then bounced to how much paperwork you needed to get done and then about the last thing your mother had lectured you about on your last visit to see her. 

Realizing you had been talking for far too long, you asked, “What about you, Rogers?”

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “How are you?”

Steve couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked him how he was and had been genuine. Of course he got the, ‘hey, how are you, Cap?’ But that was just common courtesy. Yet, here you were before him, adoration shining in your eyes as you waited for him to respond. “I’m alright. I’m good.”

You cocked your head to the side, studying the man in front of you. His blonde hair sat in an organized mess on his head, just like you liked it. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and black tee that outlined every muscle in his upper body. There was a scratch on his cheek from a recent mission, but the bruises surrounding it were starting to fade. He looked like your Steve. “I don’t believe you.”

“Pardon?”

“Something’s wrong. Somethings off.”

“I’m fine, Y/n.”

You shook your head with a sigh. “Steve, you don’t have to hide anything. It’s just you and me. How are you? How are you...really?” Steve had the tendency to bottle things up and shove his feelings behind him just like you. He was stubborn and headstrong and sometimes it got the best of him. Especially when refusing to talk about his feelings. He preferred to deal with it on his own. His friends had their own baggage and emotions to deal with. He wasn’t going to burden them with his problems too. And that there was one of the many beautiful things about Steve Rogers. He always had the interests of others at heart. He would sit and listen to Nat, Sam, anyone who needed a shoulder to lean on. He would be there. He would always be there. He would carry the burdens of his friends with him to lighten the load on their back. And though he knew they would always do the same for him, he never asked them to. You knew that. Everyone did. 

That’s why you were trying to pry your way in. You knew Steve needed to get some things off his chest, express his frustrations, and whatever was nagging at the back of his mind. You could tell. His eyes were an open book to you. The eyes that were usually a bright, ocean blue were dull, light seemingly far. There was a heavy weight behind them, a kind of exhaustion that told you Steve was close to his breaking point. 

He glanced over at you holding your gaze. A moment passed before his shoulders slumped and he a ran a hand over his face. He sighed knowing that you weren’t going to give up and you would sit with him until he talked. All because you cared. You truly and deeply cared for the man in front of you. You would be there for him at his best and at his worst, through his highs and his lows and right now was no different. You wanted to be the shoulder for Steve to lean on. You wanted him to pour out his heart to you and carry his load with him. You wanted him. All of him. 

“I’m supposed to be strong,” Steve started, “That’s who I am. That’s Captain America. A symbol that is the literal embodiment of strength and courage, but Steve? Steve is weak and broken and so damn tired. And honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Y/n. I can’t keep up with this life anymore. The missions, the fighting, all of it. Not to mention all the drama. I carry the weight of this team on my shoulders and they talk about me behind my back. And I act like it doesn’t bother me, but it does. It does because I feel like I deserve a little bit more respect.” He paused for a moment, hands balled into fists, eyes searching your own. “I’m exhausted, Y/n. I just got back from a two week long mission and Fury just got new intel. A new mission is being planned as we speak. I’ll be gone for only God knows how long just to come back and be sent off again. It doesn’t feel like I’m in control of my own life anymore. And that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that you’re here and I’m not with you. This is the longest we’ve been alone together in months. I’ve got a girl that I really like and I don’t even have enough time to take her out on a proper date. And I ask myself everyday if it’s worth it. And I think ‘of course it is. Why would you ask that kind of question? You get to make the world a safer place. Save lives,’ but how can I save lives when I can barely will myself to get out of bed in the morning? I never thought I’d say this, but I want to give it up. I’m ready to throw in the towel. I can’t do this anymore.” 

Your heart was heavy as you caught Steve’s eye again. Not once had you seen him so broken, but you should have expected as such from a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was a protector, maybe even a savior to some, and he was a placed on a pedestal and given a crown and he was deemed the golden boy. The fearless warrior. A man of war. A lion. A leader. An Avenger. Captain America. Regardless of his title, he still had a heavy load to bear and he bore it alone so that no one else had to. And every day it became a little harder to conceal. A little harder to hold to back. But he did it anyway. He knew he would reach his breaking point, it was just a matter of time...but if he could hold it off for a little longer. However, right now, in front of you, the time had come. Steve Rogers was completely and utterly broken before you. He was weak and he was worn. 

You stood up from your seat slowly, moving to crouch down in front of the blonde so you were looking up to him. Your hands rested on the side of his jean clad thighs, a sympathetic smile tugging at your lips. ‘I’m proud of you,” you mumbled, “for opening up. I know it wasn’t easy, but you needed to. Can I be honest with you though?” 

Steve nodded as you began to rub circles on his thighs with your thumbs. 

“I-I don’t believe you. I don’t think you’re ready to give this up quite yet. There’s no one who loves this job as much as you do. I’ve seen it. I see the way your eyes light up when you get off the jet after a successful mission. I know you love saving the lives of innocent people and getting them the justice they deserve. I know that you love your team, even if they do irritate you. I know that the world needs Captain America. Of course, Tony and Nat and Clint and the rest of the team can get the job done, but you hold that team together. They would be lost with you, Steve. You know that. You and I both do. And yeah, one day it will be too much and one day, you’ll be ready to retire, but you would beat yourself up if you left now. You’re overwhelmed and tired and exhausted. I get it, but you can’t keep holding it in. It’s not selfish to talk about what’s going on, Steve. You can ask for help, you can lean on someone else’s shoulder. You can lean on my shoulder.” 

The blonde took your hands tugging you to your feet before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down onto his lap. Immediately, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, fingers fiddling with a loose thread. The way Steve was gazing at you made you nervous. He looked at you as if you were the moon. A light in the darkness. An enforcer of wonder, beauty, love, and amazement. Just when he thought the sunset was the most beautiful part, he saw you and your fresh, new perspective. In a matter of minutes, you were able to lift a part of the burden off of his shoulders, relieving him of his pain and exhaustion even if it was only temporary. 

“You’re too good for me,” Steve said softly, letting his free hand run the length of your thigh. “Thank you for being here.” 

Your fingers dance through his hair as you nodded. “There’s no other place I’d rather be.” 

Adoration could be seen in Steve’s eyes from a mile away. Hesitantly, he leaned up lips brushing yours before pressing to them fully. You hummed into the kiss savoring the feeling of Steve’s lips on yours. This was the first real kiss exchanged between the two of you. There had been attempts, yes, but there had also been interruptions and inconvenient timing. Right now, though, the wait seemed to be worth it. Steve’s hands tugged at your hips, fingers digging into the exposed skin. The moment seemed to last forever, until it didn’t, and you pulled away, lips swollen and panting. Steve let his head fall to your shoulder where his lips peppered soft kissed to the base of your neck and collarbone. The feeling sent a shiver down your spine, eyes fluttering shut. 

“What would I do without you?” Steve asked, voice deeper than usual. 

“Quit, I guess,” you teased, pulling back to see his face fully. 

His demeanor switched to serious, a hint of brokenness in his eyes. “I can’t do this without you.” 

You leaned down placing a lingering kiss to the soldier’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

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