#like thanks and sorry and i'll be quick but also IT HAS BEEN 2+ HOURS

[sunsetsimon]

apology - simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

thanks for requesting anon <3

nsfw ahead! mdni

also sorry i had to rush the end but i promise ill have something better out later!!! - sun

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the bed dips as simon lays next to you, finally coming to bed after avoiding you for the last 2 hours. he knew he fucked up earlier when he forgot the main thing you sent him to the store for. you'd been looking forward to trying out a new recipe you'd found online and knowing it'd take a while, you asked him to run to the store and grab some stock for the soup.

"in a bit, dove. 'm gonna finish this workout first," he said when you asked him. you nodded in agreeance, not realizing 'finishing his workout' meant taking an hour run around the neighborhood.

and of course you could've gone yourself, but simon always prefers you ask him to do things like that and you wanted to be patient. he gives you a quick call when he gets to the store, stopping there on his run, "stock, tomato paste, cream and rice. thas'it love?"

as he's on his way home he can't help but feel like he forgot something, it nags at him but he continues anyway. greeting him with a kiss at the door, you grab the bag from him and carry it to the kitchen so he can take off his shoes.

"ugh- simon! i told you to get stock!"

simon stares at you puzzled, but makes an 'oh shit' face when he realizes, "ah fuck! knew i forgot something, i'll go back now."

"it's fine, i'll just have something else," you sigh, leaving the items on the counter and walking away. he tries to stop you, saying he'll be quick but your mood has already been ruined, waving your hand in dismissal. you retreat to your room for a while, reading your book until simon decided to check on you.

"'m sorry about earlier. was being a dumbass and forgot."

"you could've just called me," you reply with a slight irritated tone in your voice, eyes not leaving the page of your book, though you weren't reading anymore.

"i know, i should've," he nods, pulling you to him on the bed, his arms wrapping around your body, his head on your stomach. "i can't make up for it now, but i am sorry."

you reread the page again, attempting to focus on the words. simon's fingers grab at the fabric of your sweatpants, pulling it down to reveal the skin of your stomach and hip. your legs twitch as his wet lips trail kisses along your tummy, his short blond hair tickling your skin. his touch is addicting, you instantly melt into him, a wanting ache growing in your pussy.

he works your pants off, throwing them to the side and pushing your legs open wide. leaning forward, he kisses the wet spot in the fabric, his nose bumping your clit. the muscles in your thighs ripple, flexing to keep them open while he teases you. sticking out his tongue, he flattens it against your clit, his hot breath only making you wetter.

dragging your panties down, he groans at the wet stickiness of your slick on the fabric. taking a deep breath as he holds them to his nose, "fuck, y' smell so good."

"simon..." you whine, feeling like you might die if he doesn't do something. anything.

"g'nna make you cum, dove. as an apology." simon leans down, his mouth latching onto your cunt. he moans against you, pulling you closer as if he could devour your entire pussy. his hips rut against the mattress, grinding down to ease some of the pressure.

he revels in the way you cry his name, desperately fucking yourself onto his tongue. two fingers slide into you easily, pushing deep and curling against that spongey spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. you tug his hair, holding him close to you as he sucks your clit, flicking his tongue on it quickly.

“gonna cum-“ you barely make out, jaw clenching to hold back your moans.

simon only hums against you, raising onto his elbows, pulling your hips into the air. his tongue prods at your entrance, lapping at the sweet wetness thats dripping out of you. his fingers fuck you expertly, pulling you to orgasm quickly. you squeal as you cum, legs shaking and mind spinning as it washes over you. his dark eyes are on you, watching intensely as you writhe in his arms, whining ‘okay-okay’ until he finally stops.

“how was that?” he asks, finally pulling away with a smirk on his scarred lips. his chin glistens, your sweet wetness all over the bottom half of his face. of course he already knows the answer, he just wants to embarrass you.

“oh shut up and come here, simon.”

fuck he’s good at apologies.

#.wbm #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #edit tomorrow

[woahhhfidget]

i'll be here for you.

pairings: father figure!joel miller x platonic!teen!reader, sister figure!ellie williams x platonic!reader

wc: 485

summary: you, joel and ellie watching a movie after a very unsuccessful patrol.

warnings: arm injury, cursing, joel and reader cuddling (platonically, of course), i might've said the word 'smile' too much, not proofread.

a/n: i had a dream the other night about joel being my dad/father figure and i just needed something to fulfill my need to have him as my dad. i may or may not have added a jurassic park mention after getting word that it has been taken off of streaming… this is also a bit short and i was really hoping on making it longer but here we are.

lowercase intended.

“don’t underestimate a patrol.” you had learned that the hard way. a patrol with ellie had been cut short after some infected had attacked you. fortunately, ellie is very protective and you didn’t get bit. on the other hand, you still got a bad gash on your arm that still hurt a lot even after being wrapped up in bandages.

about 2-3 hours after coming home after getting your arm mended, joel came into your room. “hey kiddo, how’re you doing?” he asked softly. “a bit better, still hurts like a bitch though.” joel laughed lightly, “that’s to be expected.” 

“i’m sorry for making you worry so much, i should’ve been more careful-” he put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed it lightly while looking down at you on your bed, “hey, i’m not mad at you, kid. yeah you could’ve been a bit more careful but it’s not your fault, just wrong place, wrong time.”

“yeah, thank you.” you said, looking down a bit. “no need to thank me for not being mad at you. i’ll be here whenever you need me. on second thought, ellie had found jurassic park out on patrol earlier,” he said the last part a bit quiter not wanting you to think back on the unsuccessful patrol. he continued, “and we haven’t been spending a lot of time together recently and i was just wondering if you wanted to watch it with us for a bit.”

“yeah sure, i’ll come out soon.” he gave a comforting smile and said “if you need anything, i’ll be here for you.” 

“i know,” you replied, smiling back at him as he walked out of the room.

around 30 minutes later, you walked out into the living room. ellie immediately looks up at you and asks, “how are you doing?” you smile softly at her consideration and respond, “i’m doing better.”

“good,” she says, faintly smiling back as you walk over to joel and sit closely next to him, leaning into him, putting your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you, rubbing your arm. about halfway through the movie, joel ends up laying down so you could lay in between his legs and rest your head on his chest after some situating so your arm wasn’t in an uncomfortable position. 

after only 30 more minutes you end up falling asleep on him. a couple minutes after you fell asleep on him, joel looked down to check on you. he smiled gently once he realized you were asleep. “they fell asleep so i’m gonna go bring them to bed real quick, i’ll be back,” he whispered just loud enough so ellie could hear him over the movie. she smiled and nodded in response. he got up and picked you up very carefully and walked over to your room to slowly put you in bed, kissing your forehead and saying goodnight.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x platonic!reader #joel miller x teen!reader #the last of us #tlou #joel miller x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #joel miller x child!reader #joel miller father figure

[abbysbunny]

what ab reader meeting someone else and they get close and ellie notices and gets jealous and then realizes

WHY NOT ME PT.2

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part one

plot: you have a crush on your best friend sadly she doesn't reciprocate

warnings: slight angst, gingers, fluff

word count: 1.0k

notes: thank you fruity ppl for giving me ideas🫶🏼🫶🏼 I chose this idea because I love this trope, sorry if I got it wrong but I tried 😞 also scottie is from the book she gives my crazy! i LOVE gingers so I chose her for the extra character!! enjoy😈😈

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it has been two weeks since your gut reaching conversation with ellie and you hadn't seen her anywhere, but not like a you've seen out but not talked to her, but you have not seen her at all. maria had mentioned that someone new just come to town, maybe you could benefit from that, you slipped your shoes on and checked yourself in your mirror before walking out the door, while walking down your porch and zipping up your jacket you see maria with a face you've never seen before.

a tall ginger following behind her, maria noticed your presence and smiled and waved at you, 'come over here' she shouted, you jog over to them and greet them, 'this is Scottie' maria nods her head over to the girl beside her, she puts out her hand to shake and you gladly shake it, you tell her your name before noticing her shirt, she's wearing a shirt with your favorite band?! finally someone here who doesn't have music taste of an old man.

'hey I like your shirt!' you grin and point to the oversized shirt, she chuckles before speaking, 'thanks, I found it at some random mall and their my favorite band so I brought it back' you could see a light tint of pink spread on her face, 'well I'll leave you guys to it' maria patted your shoulder before leaving, 'so scottie how're you liking jackson so far' she chuckled, 'its nice, I mean it's cold and a little crowded but it's nice' you stuffed your hands in your pockets trying to warm them up, 'yeah it's very cold but at least it's like functioning you know' you let out a light awkward laugh.

you and scottie walk around town for a little while longer, you showed her every corner of the place, talked about each others interests or just sitting in comfortable silence. when you reached her house it was already 2pm, 'well scottie this was very fun and it's nice to have a new friend I guess' you awkwardly shifted around her porch, 'yeah it was' she grinned, you looked her in the eyes and face and noticed all her details, freakels, scares, everything.

you said goodbye to each other and got going, while going walking you could only think about her, that was the only thing on your mind, Scottie. when you got home you took off your jacket and shoes and laid down on your couch, you slowly drifted into a soft slumber, sadly only a couple hours later you were awoken by a knock. you sleepily opened your eyes and got up, 'one second' you shouted, you swung the door open and we're met with a patiently waiting scottie. 'oh hey' you smiled, 'hey can I come in it's kinda cold...' you quickly moved away from the door and let her in shutting the door behind you.

'what's up?' you leaned your back against your door, 'oh I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tomorrow, not as like a date or maybe if you want it to be I don't-' she was cut off by you accepting the date, you hung out a but more before it got dark and she returned home. You laid in your bed that night unable to sleep anxious for your upcoming date.

finally it was time for your date you got ready and rushed out the door almost late, when you got there you saw her waiting for you at a booth in the corner of the bar, you sat down and stared chatting, from the corner of your eyes you saw the door open and someone come in, that someone was ellie. you mumbled a quick curse under your breath before turning your attention back to scottie and continuing your conversation, the rest of your date you could feel someone starting at you even sometimes hearing her talk to herself.

when your date was finally over you walked out of the bar and noticed ellie following, 'fuck' you thought to yourself, you decided it was better to tell Scottie you weren't over someone, I mean you really didn't want to hurt her. 'this was really nice scottie, but uhm...I don't think this is gonna work and I hate saying this but it's not because of you, it's just I still have feelings for someone else and I don't think I'm gonna get over then anything time soon' you looked down at the ground and itched your arm.

'oh, uhm that's okay, whatever you need, I'm just glad I got to have one date together' she said with a light smile on her face, you hugged her and thanked her before saying goodbye. after she stared walking away ellie came in sight, you sighed and looked at her, 'why are you here?' you questioned trying to fight the tears welling in your eyes, she stood closer to you and looked you in the eyes, 'i think love you too' she whispered so quietly you almost couldn't hear it, 'what?' she quickly looked down at her feet, 'yeah I do' you looked back up at you nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

you moved even closer to her, 'what about dina?' you whispered back, 'i broke up with her, I told her I realized I was scared of my feelings towards you, but I don't think I am anymore, I wanna...be with you' she confessed, your eyes widened a bit a sudden dump of information, 'oh, well I think I wanna be with you...' she couldn't help but smile at that, she felt her face get hot and impulsively kissed you, it took you a second to register what was happening but as soon as you did you kissed back, you put your hands around her neck like you'd seen in old cheesy rom-coms.

she pulled away and looked at you with the softest eyes you'd ever seen and a grin, 'so do you have a question to ask me ellie?' you raised your eyebrow, ellie nodded and chuckled, 'woukd you do the honor of being my girlfriend' she proposed in an exaggerated way, you smiled and quietly laughed, 'yes ellie I would love to' you pulled her closer and crashed her lips with yours once again. hopefully you would be her third and last girlfriend.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x fem!reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n

[aalyssah]

Kidnapped

I’m back and feeling better!

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Spoiled!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Gun and Killing. That’s really it.

Word Count: 1,871

Summary: You go shopping one day and get kidnapped by Roman’s enemies, but you warn them, that they made a grave mistake.

A/N: Requested by: @bloodripleygal Hope I met your expectations. Hope You Enjoy! (Btw sorry the end sucked, I just wanted to get this out and felt like I kept the requester waiting for too long.)

You were currently in you and your husbands, Roman's shared room. You were digging in the closet, trying to find something to wear, but nothing caught your attention. Yeah, you did just go shopping about 2 hours ago, but there's never enough clothes for you.

You we're what people called, a spoiled brat. When you didn't get what you wanted, you would cry, whine, hit, do anything in your power to get that thing. And 9 times out of 10 you would get it, and that's because of your husband

Roman Reigns.

He's the most fear man in the world and he will do anything for you. It might sound good being married to a mafia boss. You get expensive clothes, eat good food, get anything that hasn't even been released yet, there's just so many things, but there are bad things as well.

Such as, his enemies. He has rivalries against many people and if they want to get under his skin, they go afteryou instantly. There has been times where they tried attacking you, but nothing has worked because he makes sure to have high security on you at all times.

Sometimes, you wish you didn't need security guards everywhere. It made you feel like a child. You huffed as all the dresses in the closet we're on the floor. You walked out the room and grabbed your keys. "Charles go clean the room." You demanded the butler. He sped walked up to the room fast.

You also loved having the power when it come to demanding people. You got in your Black Rolls Royce and made your way to his office. He might be in a meeting, but who cares? You need new clothes.

You walked through the door and all eyes were on you. Everyone tracked your moves as your heels clicked on the tile floor. As you stood outside door, you could hear yelling from Roman. You smiled and opened the door. His eyes snapped to the door, ready to yell at whoever came in. "What are you-" He then saw you and softened his expression.

You walked over, behind him and rubbed his chest. "Hey, baby." You saw how all the clients looked confused at how a girl can make him calm down. "Hey love, why are you here?" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you in his lap. "Babe, worst thing ever! I don't have any clothes to wear!" Roman shook his head.

"Didn't you just go shopping, like 2 hours ago?" You nodded your head while pouting. "Please babe, everything in the closet is hideous!" You over exaggerated. "Ok, fine." He pulled out his card from his pocket in his suit. "Go shopping and buy whatever your little heart desires." You squealed and hugged him. "Thanks babe." You got up to leave, but you heard Roman.

"Solo, go with her." You let out a groan. "Ro, I don't need a bodyguard, just let me go on my own. Please?" You looked back. "No. You need someone to be with you, Solo." He motioned, but you weren't gonna give up. "Just this one time. Come on, babe I'll be quick, just give me 20 minutes and I'll call you."

Roman thought about it for a moment, if you called him, he would know that your safe. "Fine, but just this one time." You smiled and an over to him before jumping on his lap. "Thank you, thank you baby. I love you." He nodded his head before you left out.

You walked out the building with a huge smile on your face and got in your car, but little did you know, a man dressed in all black was standing behind a building, with binoculars, watching you. "She going now."

Who was this man?

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Pulling up at the store you wanted to go to, you exited out the car and walked in. You saw some jewelry and went over to it. You bought a couple of rings and brackets before walking to the lingerie. Roman has been wanting you to buy lingerie so you two can 'be in the moment'. You picked up a red lacey set before going to try them on.

A lady was standing by the changing room. "Excuse me, can I get a room?" The lady looked over at you and straightened her posture. "Y-yes ma'am."' You smirked at how scared she got. You entered the changing room and began taking off your clothes. You put it in and turned to the side in the mirror and noticed a figure under the light of the door.

You took a moment and started at it for a minute, but it went away. Maybe a person walking by? You thought. You wanted to get some pictures to send to Roman, but the lighting in the room was bad. You opened the door and took a picture in the mirror, but then everything went black?

You could hear somewhat of a muffled voice speaking. The mysterious man bend down  and picked up your phone and sent the photo to Roman with the text. 'Like what you see.' He threw your phone on the floor, making it shatter into pieces before picking you up and dragging you in a car.

His phone ringed. "Yeah, I got her boss."

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You woke up to your head pounding and a slight ring in your ears. You tried moving your body, but felt held back, looking around you found yourself in a chair, with ropes on your wrist and legs. You heard a door open and a black figure appeared in from to f you.

"Oh, your awake now." You couldn't tell who the person was, but they did sound familiar. "You made a huge mistake, kidnapping me!" You warned, but only got a low chuckle. "Are you sure about that? Y'know, this isn't the first time I've tried getting you." That one sentence gave away the person’s identity.

Your husband’s enemy, Brock Lesnar.

Brock has been going after Roman for a couple of months now and ever since Roman beat him last time, Brock hasn't been able to get over it. "Brock?" That's when the light turned on and he had a huge smile on his face. "Such a smart and pretty girl, now I see why Roman keeps you around." Was that supposed to be an insult?

You didn't care whatever that statement was supposed to be because all you knew is that it wouldn't be long until Roman came busting down the door with his guards. Yeah, you will get yelled at and probably will never be able to leave the house on your own again, but your not focused on that right now.

"Keep all the talk, but Roman will come for me and it will be over for you just like Summerslam." You could see the anger rise in him by the expression in his face. "You got a lot of mouth, you know?" You just smiled, making him even more mad. "Yeah, I wouldn't be married to a mafia boss, would I?" He scoffed before leaving the room.

Roman's POV

It's been way more than 20 minutes and I was just about to call quits and go to the store my damn self, but then I got a text. Pulling out my phone and quickly typing the password it was a text from Y/n with an image. I clicked on it and felt anger rose inside me.

It was a picture of Y/n in lingerie, but that wasn't, what caught my attention. It was the fact you could see a black figure about to hit her in the head with something.

If you connect two and two together: there is a figure in her photo, about to hit her and that now, she isn't answering her phone. Something bad has happened. I got up fast, ignoring all the confused murmurs, coming from the clients. "Come on boys, Y/n has been taken." The rest of the Bloodline got up fast, getting their guns and rushing out to the car.

Normal POV

You sat in the chair, humming a song you were listening too in the car. "Shut up, will you!" Brock yelled. "What's the matter, Brock? I'm not doing anything wrong." You flashed doe eyes at him and started laughing. "Your laughing like this is funny, but when I get up out this chair I-" He was cut off by the sound of yelling and shooting.

"He's here." You singsonged with a smile. Brock grit his teeth. "You better not make a sound!" He rushed over to the corner and pulled out a gun. He walked back over and untied you before wrapping his arm around your throat. "Y/n! Y/n! Where are you?!" You could hear Roman yelling for you, and as much as you wanted to yell out, Brock was trying to choke you to death.

"R-r-o!" You squirmed around, trying to get out of Brock’s hold, but nothing worked. “What did I say!” Brock said, gritting through his teeth. He was a little scared because last time Roman didn’t let him off so easily so imagine how he’ll be now. You kicked him in the balls and ran to the door.

“Roman! I’m in here!” You banged on the door and tried opening it, but it must’ve of been locked from the outside. “I’ve gave you many chances, but now I’m done being nice.” Brock walked over to you and snatched you back, making you land on the floor with a groan. He walked over and cocked his gun.

“Let’s see what Roman will have to say when he finds your dead body.” You squeezed your eyes shut, tightly. ‘This is it’ you thought. If you listened to Roman you wouldn’t be in this situation. All of a sudden a gun shot erupted around the room, following a loud thud.

It couldn’t be you because you could hear your loud, heavy breathing. “Y/n!” Roman dropped his gun and rushed over to you. You just sat there in shock as Roman help you, asking you if you were ok. The rest of the Bloodline came in, checking the surroundings. You were close, close from dying all because you wanted to be independent and didn’t want to feel like a child.

“Your never getting out my sight again.” Roman promised, with his grip getting tighter. The boys went over to clean the body up, but Roman stopped him. “No, no, we’re gonna take the body to his wife so she can see what he did to himself.” It sounded cold, from what Roman was saying, but you knew he didn’t care.

He didn’t care about the victims families because he only killed the person for a reason and Brock deserved it more than anyone Roman has faced.

You two went home after a long care ride of Roman holding you and telling you how much he loved you and how he wouldn’t know what to do if he hadn’t found you in time. You also can’t forget the scolding he did.

Truth be told, you’re never going anywhere without a bodyguard. You learned your lesson.

#roman reigns #roman reigns angst #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfiction #mob!roman reigns #wwe roman reigns #wwe x reader

[pagayos]

nct dream : chaotic first encounters

authors note 💬 : hello ! it's me again, as per usual this post will be written in lowercase.

NA JAEMIN : the coffee incident

today is like any other day, you go to work to the neo cafe you after your classes, take the costumers order you know just the usual nothing new nothing special well that's until na jaemin came.

the first time you layed your eyes on jaemin when he walked through the cafe door, your reaction was concern. it's obvious that he's been cramming for days now, his eyebags says it all.

"uh, hi can i get a 8 shots of expresso to go?" jaemin rubbed his eyes under his reading glasses, tired for only getting 2 hours of sleep.

"eight, are you sure? that's eight, it's strong" you clarified the man who only gave a smile and a nod, not wanting to keep the tired male you immediately went to make his hell of a coffee.

after finishing his order, jaemin was about to exit the door he once walked in too but was stopped when you told him he has to sign a paper.

"i am so sorry sir if i take too much of your time, i know you're a busy person but i need you to sign this for me please" you respectfully handed jaemin an agreement paper that concludes, you not being responsible if anything happens due to his coffee shots.

"don't worry i won't drag you if something happens, but i'll make sure to tell the doctors you make amazing coffee" jaemin lightly chuckled while signing the paper before walking away.

your first encounter might now be as romantic like you see in disney movies, but it's sure became one of your core memories.

LEE JENO : dear, santa... 

the first time you and jeno met was in christmas eve, you're on your way home with a cake in your hand kind of sad that you're once again alone this christmas. not wanting to take the stairs like you used too you decided to take the elevator instead !

the elevator is about was about to close, when out of nowhere a foot came to stop it. you looked up at the opening door to see who entered and immediately saw a struggling jeno, so as a decent person you are you helped the male carry some of the foods he's holding.

"thanks, my arms are starting to get numb" the male in a black leather jacket thanked you after putting the food in the steel floor. the ride was quiet, the both of you are on your phone assuming that i'll be quick.

then a loud crash was heared, the elevator light even started to flicker and that's when the both of you knew that you were stuck in an elevator, in christmas eve. the male near the emergency button quickly pushed it and informed the person on the line that the both of you are stuck. 

"oh my god, this cannot be happening. there's no signal i can't call anyone" you panicked, going back and fort inside the elevator while jeno is still talking the emergency services.

"bad news, they said it might take more an hour since all the repair man of unavailable" jeno sighed, as he sits down in front of you.

it's 11:41 pm it's been more than half an hour, you and jeno are running out of topics plus the elevator is starting to heat. then the emergency services finally came! the both of you stood up in unison.

"alright stand back now! it's going to take 10 minutes" the man shouted to the other side, you couldn't careless if takes 10 minutes all you want righr now is go celebrate your christmas outside the elevator.

12:00 am at christmas day, the doors of the elevator finally opens. the snow out the building is starting to fall, the workers are greeting one other 'merry christmas' so you decided to do the same for each other.

"merry christmas, y/n" he patted your back lightly.

"merry christmas, jeno" you gave him a sincere smile before walking through the stairs together while helping him carry the foods.

who would've thought santa can also grant wishes from adults, two lonely souls who feels alone during this holiday is no more lonely as they found comfort in each other's arms.

afterall, christmas is a holiday that should never be spent alone.

HUANG RENJUN : the cab love

it's now 12:30 pm you're supposed to be at your school at 12 sharp, since the class is having oral recitation. you can't miss today class, you stayed up for this you reviewed your notes all night, so you have to get into a cab fast!

renjun is quite the same, he has an art project to present in front of the class and he can't miss that afterall art is his favorite subject, the male would rather die than leave a bad impression to Mr.Kim.

the both of you have been waiting for 20 minutes now, you can't seem to find a free one, it's either there's already inside or going home.

"it's alright, it's alright we'll find one eventually" you tried to calm yourself down, while your arms still forward hoping a cab would pull up in front of you.

renjun tighten the his grip on the canvas he's holding, clearly stressed in the situation his in. the male even started to shake his arm impatiently.

"dear god if you're true give me a cab" he sarcastically pleaded not thinking it'll actually come true, renjun smiled widely as he saw the cab stop.

thinking that the yellow car stopped for you, you immediately opened the right side of door while renjun opened the left side. you didn't notice each other until you guys are sat in the car seat and said your location in unison.

"make up your minds, building a or build b of neo uni?" the driver looked into the small mirror only seeing his two passengers bangging their heads in the front back seat, humiliated by their mistakes.

the driver didn't ask more questions thinking that his passengers are in a love quarrle, he instead wished you both happiness in his mind.

HAECHAN LEE : cinderella, run !

your third class is finally over, which means it's finally break time ! time to eat lunch that you packed yourself this morning.

as you and your two friends walking down the stairs while laughing at the story you were telling them, they told you to demonstrate what really happened that day and so you did.

you were carefully demonstrating the scene until it's finally in the funny part, you imitated the kick in your story. and with your little to no luck the shoe on your right foot went on a short flight before landing into someone's head.

haechan looked behind him with his one hand touching the part that got hit, he landed his gaze to you that's hiding behind your friends back. the male picked up the black (heel) school shoes and started to come up to you.

"he's coming, y/n run for it" sungchan whispered, scared for your life you ran your ass back to your classroom with no shoes, since the other one will slow you down.

"WAIT! CINDERELLA, YOUR SHOES!" haechan shouted before picking up the shoe you left and went on to find you.

even if the clock strikes 12, prince lee haechan will find you no matter what happens! even if it means searching the whole school.

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[shootybangbang]

The Upsides of Property Damage [Part 4/5]

Authored by @verai-marcel and @shootybangbang

[Ao3 link]

[Pairing]: Arthur Morgan/Reader

[Rating]: Mature

[Content Advisory]: light D/S undertones

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[Author's Note]: Thank you guys so, so much for your patience, and so sorry for the delay! Most of chapter 5 has been completed and should be out soon. If you want to be notified when that comes out, go ahead and leave a comment down below and I'll make a taglist or something.

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The maintenance request form states: [Please give a brief description of the problem.]

for the past few days i've been so fixated on fucking the maintenance man that i've been having difficulty accomplishing basic tasks because every time i try to concentrate on anything even remotely meaningful all i can think about is him saying "maybe you just enjoy my company" and if this keeps up i'm fairly certain that i'm going to actually get fired from my job so clearly i need to either get laid or get evicted

This statement makes you look certifiably insane. It’s not even a request– it’s a confession . Sending this would be tantamount to seating yourself beside the grated window of a church booth and asking its captive priest whether he’d prefer you spit or swallow.

More importantly, it also exceeds the text box’s 250 character limit. You rapidly tap the delete key until the entire obscene paragraph disappears. Then you try again. 

broken cabinet.

Hmm. Lacks an element of genuine contrition.

broken cabinet. sorry. :’(

[Your service request has been logged. Please allow up to one standard business day for a response.]

You glance at the time displayed on the microwave’s grease-spattered screen. 4:36PM. Morgan’s probably already packed up for the day– and taking normal operating hours into account, the earliest he could possibly show up tomorrow would be 9AM… which gives you at least sixteen hours to emotionally prepare yourself to confront him.

Morosely, you drag yourself out of your kitchen chair to pour yourself a glass of sparkling water. So this is what I’ve sunk to . Using service requests as a means of personal summons for the hot repairman. Pathetic. Shameful. And 100% necessary for the preservation of your sanity.

How many times have you pictured it now? Morgan, cornering you against the wall and wrapping his hand around your jaw… Or maybe , he’d rumble, caressing your lower lip with his thumb. You just enjoy my company . Then he’d fuck you silly, of course, in a series of lurid positions that grow increasingly obscene with each imagining.

And how many times have you pictured its inverse? Morgan, backing away in response to your hypothetical advance, his face contorted with faint disgust as he asks, “You know I was just joking, right?” Following which you’d get written up for sexual harassment by the leasing office and put on… housing probation, or something.

Being humiliated, you can handle. Albeit not very well— but you’re usually able to stay at least semi-functional. The same goes for flirtation. It’s this hopeless vacillation between the two possibilities that drives you out of your mind. Schrodinger’s boner: simultaneously fucked and unfucked. And like that quantum superposition, you’ve been plunged into a private hell of uncertainty until your reality can settle definitively on one or the other.

This has been predictably bad for your job performance. Earlier today, you’d accidentally deleted two entire spreadsheets of data whilst lost in competing visions of fornication and abject rejection, and then constructed a pivot table so incomprehensible that one of your colleagues had personally reached out to ask whether you’d recently experienced head trauma. 

God. At this point, you really have no choice but to put the question to him directly. Plain and simple. Just a quick “are you hitting on me” and it’ll all be–

Your thoughts are interrupted by an urgent knock at the door. 

Huh. Looks like Defying Your Blue Collar Dom is getting delivered a day early? It’s unusual for Amazon to leave packages at your doorstep instead of in the lobby, but it does happen, so…

…Oh.

It’s Morgan. What the fuck.

“But you were supposed to come tomorrow ,” you blurt, eyes wide with panic.

“That so?” Morgan asks, one eyebrow raised. He glances sidelong to the empty hallway, and shifts his weight uneasily from one leg to the other. With a shrug, he squares up his shoulders and turns back towards the stairwell. “Later, then.”

Shit. This is all going wrong. “No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that I– I, uh…I’m… ”

He allows your stammer to run its course into awkward silence. Then the corner of his mouth angles upwards in a sly smile and he asks, “Or d’you need a minute to put away anything else your ‘friend’ mighta left out? I can wait.”

Somewhere in the realm of missed quips, there probably exists a clever response to this. Somewhere that is decidedly not here. “No,” you reply in a small, pained voice. “She, uh– she hasn’t been around, so… y’know…”

The sentence unspools like loose yarn. Jesus Christ, this is stupid.

“You alright?” Morgan asks, frowning down at you from where he stands. “You ain’t normally this incoherent.”

His comment implies that you’ve been operating thus far on an existing, baseline level of incoherence. Biting back the urge to query exactly what that looks like, you reply with a clipped, terse, “I’m fine.”

As you lead him towards your kitchen, you nearly trip over the half-packed suitcase parked beside the door. At this, Morgan again voices his concern. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you this on edge before. Something botherin’ you?”

Yes , you think to yourself. My libido.

“Or is it some one that’s botherin’ you?”

He says the words with such a darkly implicative undertone that you actually turn around to stare at him, disarmed by the sudden shift. The warmth in his eyes has gone out like a blown candle. “Is it one of the other maintenance men?” he asks, and the whisper of lethality in his countenance surfaces so quickly that it speaks to a kind of practiced efficiency. 

A mingled thrill of fear and intrigue runs up your spine, and you swallow hard.

“If one of ‘em’s harassin’ you— if anyone’s harassin’ you…” he says these words with slow deliberation, while curling his free hand into a fist, thumb tucked over his folded fingers in that characteristic manner of boxers and street brawlers alike, and god if he were anyone else you’d likely be shrinking against the wall in terror right now. “Then you come tell me. And I’ll handle it.”

You have a sneaking suspicion that his method of conflict resolution involves grievous bodily injury. “Nobody’s bothering me,” you reply. Then, because he still looks vaguely homicidal, you follow up quickly with, “Just had an off day.”

This placates him somewhat. The tension diminishes like a rope going slack, and you realize with a hot pang of humiliation that your underwear is slick with arousal.

It’s not until he’s crouched in front of your broken cabinet, which stands ajar with its wooden door peaked at a 45 degree angle, that you finally work up the nerve to confront him. “So. Morgan.” You lean against the edge of your kitchen countertop like the faux marble might offer you emotional support. “There’s, uh. Something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

He’s sorting through his tool kit and doesn’t lift his head. Picks through an array of silver chiseled pieces so deftly that you can’t help but wonder what else those hands might be clever at. “Yeah?’ he asks, selecting a screwdriver head. He slips it into the drill chuck, twisting it tight.

“Are you, um…”

Fuck. You can’t say it. Your mouth literally refuses to shape itself to the words. Instead, you hear yourself ask, “Are you thirsty? You want some seltzer?”

Morgan blinks, then turns to you looking predictably baffled. “That’s… what you’ve been wantin’ to ask me? Whether or not I’m thirsty?”

“Yes,” you reply weakly.

For once, it’s him who’s been caught off guard. “I– uh. Sure, I guess.”

He takes his drill and begins to remove the damaged hinge. Taking the door leaf and flipping it this way and that, he examines the damage.

The crack of aluminum when you pull back the can’s metal tab and the responding fizz of compressed air sounds a little like a rebuke. Scathingly, it hisses: what the hell are you doing?

I have no idea , you admit, pouring the can of sparkling water into a clean glass. You pass it over to Morgan after he presses the trigger on the drill twice and sets it on the countertop. He gulps down an absent mouthful, then immediately stands up to spit it in your sink.

Oh. He hates it.

Your voice is thin as a reed. “I guess you’re not a fan of sparkling grapefruit, huh?”

“It’s…” With the duty-bound reluctance of a dog given a loathed order, he takes another, tentative sip, and forces himself to swallow. “It’s fine.”

It is clearly not fine. “Do you, uh. Do you want a beer?”

“What, you encouragin’ me to drink on the job?”

You open the fridge. Good god, you might as well partake too. It’s not like you’re in any state to get any work done, stuck as you are in this miserable limbo . “In any case, I’m gonna have one. And I’m still on the clock.”

“Alright.” He sounds like he’s smiling. “So long as you’re complicit, why not?”

You end up downing half a bottle of 8% oatmeal stout in about three sips, then stand around blankly waiting for the roil of anxiety to abate. You’d attempt the precarious endeavor of small talk were it not for the fact that the only thing you can think of right now is “grapefruit”. Not the concept of grapefruit. Just the word “grapefruit”. This must be how computers feel when they spit out the same, continuous error message.

Mercifully, he intervenes. “You goin’ on vacation somewhere? Saw that suitcase by your door.”

“Catsitting,” you say.

“’…s’cuse me?”

“Catsitting. Like… babysitting. But for a cat,” you explain. “My friend’s going to Vegas the day after tomorrow, and her cat has anxiety.”

“Cats can get anxiety?”

“This cat takes cat Xanax . His name is Sebastian, and he’s the most neurotic animal I’ve ever met.” 

Morgan asks, “Yourself included?”

You make a noise that bears no resemblance to any word in the English language.

He chuckles. “Well, go on, tell me how neurotic he is.”

Thank fucking christ, the alcohol is finally beginning to course its way through your blood. Your tongue loosens enough to tell him how poor Sebastian had spent nearly an entire day curled up under your friend’s bed the first time you’d tried to take care of him, how you’d ended up driving to the grocery on a Sunday morning to scour the shelves for the most pungent can of sardines they had in stock, and how only then , with the room saturated in fish fumes, had the cat finally dragged itself out of the boxspring to nose curiously at your offering.

Morgan laughs. A good sign, you think. “That’s nothin’,” he says, and describes to you his boss’ cat: a purebred white Persian appropriately dubbed “The Count”, so thoroughly spoiled that she won’t eat the same meal twice in a row.

You snort at the image of a prissy little fluff ball turning her nose at a gourmet cat meal.

“Though it’s funny, I never took you for a cat person,” he says.

“No?”

“Figured you’d prefer snails.”

“Look, snails… snails are…” This is a sentence you started with absolutely no knowledge of how it should end. “I like snails,” you say lamely.

“Oh yeah? Think I remember somethin’ else that you like.” He puts his hand around his jaw and pretends to look thoughtful. “What was that book called again? Somethin’ about… bein’ punished by blue collar doms?”

“I’m sure that my friend who left her book on blue collar doms here very much enjoys them, if that’s what you’re referencing.”

He merely chuckles indulgently as he continues to fix the cabinet. You watch his muscles flex under his shirt as he drills new holes into the wood and sets the new hinge in place. As he works the power tool with a soft grunt, you find yourself idly wondering if he’d make the same sound as he drills you —

“Y’know,” he comments, stepping back as he tests the alignment of the door. “I’m actually kind of impressed. This is the most work I’ve ever had to do for a single apartment, barring natural disasters.”

“Wow. Comparing a girl to a natural disaster. Are you this charming with all the tenants, Mr Morgan?”

“You gonna be jealous if I say ‘yes’?”

The alcohol makes you honest. “Extremely.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” He grabs the edge of the kitchen counter and hauls himself back to his feet. “If this is the amount of property damage you cause normally, then I’d hate to see you angry.”

He takes another step forward. You take a step back reflexively, but find yourself pressed against the wall. He leans his forearm against the drywall and he’s close enough now that you can smell sweat and machine oil. Your heart beats hard in your chest. 

For once you’re lost for words. No quip comes to mind, for your brain is emitting sparks. “I, uh– I’m not–”

“You’re not what, exactly?” 

“I don’t know,” you say weakly.

He raises his hand to your jaw, tips your chin up with two fingers. “The answer’s ‘no’, by the way,” he says quietly. “It’s just you.”

Morgan looks like he’s going to kiss you. The expression on his face is softer than you’ve ever seen it, all his gruffness melted away. You tentatively tug at the fabric of his jumpsuit and stand on your toes to–

But he puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes you back down. “Goddamn,” he says, frowning. “You’re really red.”

Huh. What.

“Listen, I ain’t one for takin’ advantage of drunks, even if they got themselves into this mess.” He picks you up as if you weigh nothing at all and sets you down on the couch. “Now, I’m goin’ to get you some water, and yer goin’ to sit here and sober up while I finish this cabinet. Alright?”

“I’m not even that drunk,” you protest loudly.

“Yer about the color of a fire hydrant right now.”

When you press the back of your hand to your cheeks and forehead, your skin feels feverish. Begrudgingly, you sink down into your couch cushions and cross your arms.

“Good girl,” he rumbles, patting your head affectionately.

***

You slouch on your friend’s comfy couch with Sebastian sitting regally in your lap as if you were his loyal subject.

“Hey Sebastian, I think I did something really stupid.”

Sebastian stretches and yawns. 

“I hit on the maintenance man.”

He meows. It sounds almost disapproving. Even the cat is judging you. 

“It gets worse.” You loll your chin downwards until it touches your chest. “I was sloppy drunk.”

Sebastian tilts his head at you and blinks.

“Okay, one bottle drunk.”

He sniffs haughtily.

“Right? Pathetic, I know.” You move to pick up Sebastian, but he begins to arch his back and you stop, leaning back against the cushions again. He relaxes and maintains his regal position.

“Well, maybe YouTube will keep my mind off him for the next two days…”

***

You return from your friend’s place, having used her cat and your friend’s YouTube Premium as your therapy sessions. You feel better about things now, and life should return to normal. Right?

The washer’s inner mechanism gives a promising rattle as it swallows your last six quarters. There’s a low rumble of moving parts, the click of something slotting into place— and then silence. The drum of the machine sits sedately in place. Your dirty clothes sit inside in a quiet, unsoaked heap.

“Son of a bitch,” you mutter under your breath. 

You try out a couple different methods: Turn the knobs to various settings without success. Jiggle the handle to try and unlock the washer door. Yell at the machine, call it a worthless piece of shit.

But where discourse fails, violence often prevails. It’s a lesson that has offered a decent measure of success in your dealings with vending machines, keurigs, and lawnmowers. So it’s not merely anger that guides you to kick the washer. No, this is… this is a strategic use of force.

The first kick yields no results. The second kick produces an interesting sputter. Perhaps , you reason, a more precise method is needed here . You raise your fist.

Before you can punch the machine, someone grabs you by the wrist.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Morgan asks, exasperated.

“Laundry,” you answer matter-of-factly.

“What part of laundry involves fightin’ inanimate objects?”

“The part where I get this piece of shit to finally work.” You attempt to give the washer a last parting shot out of pure anti-machine sentiment with your other hand.

Before you can continue to perform percussive maintenance, he grabs your other wrist too.

You tug on both your arms, but he is ridiculously solid; it’s like trying to break free of handcuffs.

Of course my mind goes there.

Looking up at him, he’s realizing at the same time as you of how suggestive this looks. His eyes widen a bit, and you take that as a look of surprise and embarrassment. Yet neither of you moves for a full minute.

“Well,” you say finally. “Are you gonna let me go? Or are you gonna make me submit?”

His eyes narrow for a moment before a smirk slowly grows on his face. “Sounds like that’s what you want.”

He pulls you away from the machine and instead pushes you up against the closest wall. You can feel the heat of his body through the thin linen of your sundress. He traps your wrists against the cold surface and presses his whole body against yours. 

“Mr Morgan—”

“It’s Arthur,” he interrupts. “Call me Arthur.”

You whisper his name, beckoning. His expression darkens ever so slightly as his desire for you manifests in a slight twitch of his lips, a crinkling of his brow.

Then he kisses you hard, his tongue lashing against yours before lightly nipping your bottom lip. When he pulls back, his lips are wet and his pupils are blown out with desire.

Letting go of your wrists, he reaches for the hem of your sundress and hikes it up, his calloused hands stroking upwards from your thighs to your hips. He shifts his knee between your legs and nudges them apart before grinding against you. You can feel how hard he is, how big he is, and you moan softly. Burying his head between your neck and shoulder, he begins to suck on the delicate skin there—

The door creaks open. Mrs. Smith, the septuagenarian from down the hall, walks into the doorway with a hamper of laundry in her arms, then pauses when she sees the two of you.

For a second, everyone stands tense and still as participants in a shootout.

“Well,” Mrs. Smith says mildly. She doesn’t look surprised or scandalized. If anything, she looks mildly entertained. “I can see you two are busy. I’ll come back in an hour or so—”

“No! It’s fine,” you say before laughing nervously. You yank your skirt back down. Arthur immediately releases you and begins intensely inspecting the washing machine. “I was actually just leaving. This, uh, this machine’s broken.”

Morgan’s face is red as he makes a noise of confirmation and nods.

“That certainly seemed a novel means of repair,” Mrs. Smith says. The smile on her face is benign, but knowing.

“Anyway!” You pick up your empty laundry basket. “I really must get back. I have a…that is, I… I think I left my oven on.”

You barrel out the door, nearly knocking Mrs. Smith over in your escape. You run down three flights of stairs and into your apartment, slamming the door shut. Marching to your couch, you put a pillow over your face and scream .

***

Watching her leave, Arthur stands in shock at first, then glances over at Mrs. Smith and turns himself towards one of the washing machines, examining it with great focus.

A soft chuckle reaches his ears and he turns his head to look at the old lady, steadily pulling out one piece of laundry at a time from another machine. Under the pretense of examining all the machines, he notes that she also slowly and methodically loads the dryer.

“You should just go after her,” she says quietly, throwing a pair of large pink underpants into the dryer. “She’s a nice one, that girl.”

Arthur can only mutter, “I got work to do.”

“Come now, we both know that’s a lie.”

He sighs. It’s bad enough that John is on his case, but now 705 is giving him grief. 

“Do you like her?”

He’s silent. He does not want to be having this conversation.

“Because a girl as pretty as her…”

“I know, I know,” Arthur grumbles. “I’m goin’.”

As he walks past her, Mrs. Smith grins knowingly.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan/reader #arthur morgan/oc #fic #modern au #verai-marcel #upsides of property damage

[leonatyla0102]

Never Alone

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You and Bangchan had been dating for over 2 years now, and your relationship has been nothing but the best. No fights, no arguments, nothing bad. Until one day you were at your apartment that you shared with Bangchan, in the living room watching tv, when Bangchan came home.

"Hey babe! How was work?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Just leave me alone. " Bangchan said as he slammed the bedroom door shut.

You sat there confused about what happened, and what made him so mad. You were kinda scared, because you had never seen Bangchan this mad before. You decided to call Lee Know to figure out what happened.

(On the phone)

Lk: "Hello? "

Y/N: "Lee know? What is wrong with Chan? Why is he so mad?"

Lk: "What do you mean? He was fine when we left the office."

Y/N: "Apparently not! He came home and slammed the bedroom door!"

Lk: "I think i know what happened. Let's meet at the park in 15 minutes, I'll explain, since knowing Chan he won't."

Y/N: "ok see you in a bit."

You hung up the phone and headed to your room. You opened the door and saw that Bangchan was sitting on the bed with his laptop open, and headphones on. He looked at your for a split second, and went back to what he was doing. You didn't see him look at you, but you could feel it. And it made you nervous, mainly because he was mad still.

You went to the bathroom, changed your clothes ,and was about to leave the room when Bangchan saw that you had changed your clothes and were about to head out.

"Where are you going?"

Bangchan had took his headphones off and kept looking at you, waiting to answer his question.

"I'm heading to the park, Lee Know wants me to meet up with him so we can talk." You told him.

"Why are you meeting at the park? You could've just had him come here."

"I know, he was the one that wanted to meet there. Speaking of which, I don't want to keep him waiting, I'll be back. Love you." You walked out the door and headed to the park. Once you got to the park, you recognized Lee Know right away, and sat next to him on the bench.

"There you are!"

"Sorry im a little late!" You said to Lee Know knowing that it clearly wasn't too late.

"You're fine."

"So, what happened to Chan?" You asked as if you were in a hurry.

"Slow down will ya! We haven't seen each other in a bit! I want to catch up with you!"

"Lee Know! As much as I want to, I would like to know why my boyfriend is extremely mad right now! So spill!" You said to Lee know. Of course you care about Lee Know, but Chan had never gotten so mad around you before. You wanted to find out the reason so you can help cheer him up.

"Sorry, geez!" Lee Know holding his hands up. "There are multiple reasons why Chan is mad."

"What are they?" You asked in a rush.

"Well, one, Chan, Han, and Changbin just finished a song today, and was hoping to have it be added to our new album coming out soon, but sadly it got refused. They had worked really had on the song, and it got refused. The second reason is mainly because he's exhausted from many practices. He's upset because he hasn't been able to spend more time with you. But also he recently lost a family member that he was really close to. I think he said it was an uncle that had passed."

"Poor Chan, he has so much going on, no wonder why he's so mad. I should go home and try to cheer him up. Thank you Lee Know for telling me about this." You stood up and gave Lee Know a quick hug, and headed back to your apartment.

You walked through the door calling out for Bangchan.

"Chan? Chan? Babe!?"

You walked to your bedroom, and opened the door. You saw Bangchan fast asleep. You quietly leave the room and close the door. You walked to the living room and sat on the couch, pulled out your phone, and started to watch some videos.

2 hours go by and you had fell asleep on the couch while watching videos.

Bangchan woke up, and had walked out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As Bangchan turned around to go back to the room, he sees you fast asleep on the couch.

He walks over to the couch and carefully moves your feet so he can sit on the couch, and put your feet in his lap. A few minutes go by, and you slowly start to wake up. Once you're fully awake, you see Bangchan next to you.

"Hi babe." You say with caution

"Hey. How was your nap?"

"I should ask you that." You said chuckling.

"Let's just say that I needed it."

"Babe, you don't need to hide it, Lee Know told me what's wrong." You said letting him know that you understood why he was mad. He looks at you.

"Look, babe, I'm so sorry that I yelled at you earlier. I don't know why I did that! I'm so sor-"

You hugged him tightly. "Chan, it's fine. I just wished you had talked to me first. I want to help you."

"I'm sorry babe. It's just been really stressful lately."

"I understand that. You wanna talk about it? Anything? What about your uncle?" You asked hoping that maybe he would be ok with doing that.

Bangchan shakes his head. "I don't think I'm ready to talk about him yet."

"That's fine. I know it takes time. I lost my Aunt that I was close to when I was a child. Took me years to be able to talk about her without crying."

"I'm sorry to hear that babe. I had no idea." Bangchan said with sadness in his eyes.

"Chan, just please remember this whenever you're not having good day ok? Remember that you are never alone. You have me, you have the members, we're here for you. You can't hide how you are feeling about stuff, otherwise it will also badly affect others, and make them think they did something to piss you off."

"Did I make you feel like that? Like it was your fault that I was mad?" He asked feeling bad.

"Honestly, a little. But that's why I'm here if you need someone to talk to about stuff you're going through. Ok?"

Bangchan hugged you tightly. "You're the best babe. Thank you for helping me. Again I'm sorry if I made you feel like it was your fault when it wasn't."

"It's alright. Now, let's get you to bed. I know you must be exhausted still."

You and Bangchan got up and went to bed. From that day forward Bangchan kept his promise and talked to you or the members about anything that was bothering him. He also eventually talked about his uncle that had passed, and talked about how his uncle was like a second father to him.

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(I hope you guys enjoyed my first fan fic here on Tumblr!)

#kpop #writing #stray kids #bang chan #fanfic #skz stay #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #seungmin #felix #han jisung #i.n #fyp #foryou #foryoupage

[chaotic-goodsir]

For day 2 of this Hatchetverse series thing, here's part of the sequel to You Could Call This Luck that I've been trying and failing to finish. Turns out plotting a thing about time travel with multiple POVs and timelines is hard.

To avoid confusion: in this particular timeline, (most of) the events of the musicals didn't happen. Time Bastard did, though, because we all know Ted can't catch a break.

(Also sorry for the long post - I don't usually post fic like this directly to Tumblr, but since this is unfinished I didn't want to put it on Ao3 just yet)

*

Pete Lauter sits at the desk in his science classroom at Hatchetfield High School, trying to finish the last of the week's marking. His eyes are dry from staring at his tablet screen, and the hum of the heating units is starting to get on his nerves. His students' lab reports all blend into one after a while - most of them are clearly written by AI. Getting teenagers to write anything as unexciting as a lab report on their own these days is almost impossible. He's not sure why the school still requires it, but then who is he, a mere teacher, to question the relevance of the national curriculum? Only the guy who sees first-hand how badly it works for his students.

Pete doesn't hate his job, most of the time, but it can get exhausting. This particular evening, he's ready to go home, heat up yesterday's leftovers - maybe make a hot chocolate, why not? - and enjoy the Friday-night peace and quiet. Theo will be out somewhere with his friends, and Steph's away on highly-classified work business. It's the perfect time to finally start that sci-fi novel that's been sitting on his bedside table for weeks. He's craving some decent, interesting writing that isn't the work of a teenager or a robot.

Sounds like a plan, he thinks, saving the report he's been working through and switching the tablet to sleep mode. He'll get the last of the marking done on Sunday night. For now it's future-Pete's problem.

He pulls on his jacket - his favourite, the one with the elbow patches that Steph bought for him last Christmas - and is about to pack the tablet away when the screen blinks into life again.

Ruth Fleming's icon (a photo from her honeymoon in Europe, Ruth and her wife smiling in front of a clear blue sky) flashes onto the screen. It's no surprise that she's still at work - drama club starts in an hour, and she has rehearsals to direct. Pete sighs and taps the icon, hoping she isn't about to ask him to help out again.

'Hey Ruth,' he says. 'I was just about to head home - do you need something?'

Ruth sounds a little out of breath, the way she always does when she's anxious.

'Pete, thank god you're still here. You need to come to the north wing staffroom, now. It's your son.'

Pete freezes. 'Theo?'

'Of course it's Theo. Do you have another son? Look, I don't wanna worry you, but he's hurt. You should come quick.'

'What do you mean, hurt?' Pete asks, panic rising. What is Theo even doing in school, on a Friday night? Something stupid and dangerous, clearly, if he's managed to hurt himself.

Pete swings his backpack onto one shoulder, carrying the tablet in his free hand as he rushes out of the room. He doesn't bother to lock the classroom door.

'How badly? Like, ambulance bad?'

'I don't know. I don't think so. But he's talking crazy.'

He's talking, Pete thinks, okay. He feels bad for thinking it, but he's not 100% convinced this isn't just Theo pulling a prank. He wouldn't put it past his son to do this kind of thing for attention. Theo Lauter is a lot of things, but a well-adjusted teenager doesn't seem to be one of them, no matter what Pete and Steph try.

Ruth knows that, of course, and the worry in her voice is making Pete worry too. She'd see through a typical Theo prank pretty easily. Which means this is probably real.

'I'm on my way.' He tells Ruth. 'I'll be five minutes.'

He hangs up and races down the corridor, cutting through the courtyard to get to the North Wing. The staffroom is upstairs, in the English and Languages corridor. When he gets there, the door is wedged open. Ruth is by the sofa, trying to comfort a teenage boy who looks a lot like his son.

But there's no sign of Theo's trademark denim jacket or band t-shirt. This kid is wearing a white shirt, suspenders, and bowtie, all stained with - Pete realises in horror - a concerning amount of blood. Instead of Theo's ponytail, this kid has his hair down, shoulder length, pinned back to keep it out of his face. And this kid is wearing glasses, with a crack across one lens.

Theo has his mother's eyesight. He's never needed glasses in his life.

Either Theo's pranks have reached a whole new level of elaborate, or this is not Pete's son at all. This kid looks more like-

Well, he looks more like him. Like Pete himself, when he was 25 years younger.

Not for the first time, Pete considers that he really needs to move his family out of Hatchetfield. Only in this messed-up town would something like that even be a possibility.

The kid notices him standing in the doorway, and his eyes go wide behind his cracked glasses. Then he says something that disproves neither the actual-time-travel theory nor the Theo-pulling-a-prank one, but spooks Pete either way.

'...Ted?'

*

Agent Stephanie Lauter is in a highly classified meeting at the PIEP HQ when the smartwatch around her wrist starts to buzz.

She glances at it, annoyed, and sees her husband's icon blinking at her. Pete knows she's busy today. He wouldn't call unless it was something urgent. He's one of the only contacts who can call her through the HQ's high tech digital barrier system.

Maybe it's just an accident. She swipes the icon away. If it's urgent, he'll call back.

She waits for a pause in General Lee's presentation, then raises a hand.

'I'm sorry, sir. My husband is trying to call me - I think it's urgent.'

'Well, you had better take it then,' Lee says, with his characteristic earnestness. No matter the situation, the old General has a way of always seeming that he knows more than anyone else about what's going on. It's a little disconcerting.

He waves towards the door. 'Good luck, Agent Lauter. I hope your family are all safe and well.'

She thanks him, apologises again, and leaves quickly. Outside the meeting room, a security guard in a bulletproof vest watches her pace anxiously up and down the corridor as she returns Pete's call.

'Steph,' he says when he picks up. There's an anxious note in his voice that she does not like the sound of. 'Sorry, I know you're at work. Are you busy right now?'

'It's fine,' she says. 'What's wrong?'

'It's Theo,' Pete says, then pauses. 'Well, no, it's not Theo. At least he says he's not, and I think he's telling the truth. I... I don't really know how to explain this, Steph. It's gonna sound crazy.'

'Breathe, babe,' Steph says, because Pete is talking at about a hundred miles an hour now. 'I work for PIEP. I can cope with crazy.'

'Okay.' Pete says, taking a breath. 'Okay.'

'Is Theo alright?'

'Yeah. At least I hope so. He's at his friends, probably. I'm at school, and there's a kid here that looks like him. Ruth thought it was Theo, and he's covered in blood - not hurt, thank god, just covered in it - so she called me. But it's not. Not Theo, I mean.'

'What? Who is it?'

'I think it's me.'

To anyone else, in any other context, those words wouldn't make sense. Pete is a 41 year old man, and their son is 16. It would be insane to mistake one for the other. Not to mention that Pete is Pete. This kid that's shown up covered in blood can't possibly also be him. One person can't possibly be in two places at once.

But in Hatchetfield, anything is possible. And then, on top of that, there's the Spankoffski Effect.

Steph has often wished she could tell Pete more about the work she does for PIEP. About the data that shows his brother Ted's disappearance, back in 2019, wasn't just an unexplained tragedy but a large-scale temporal incident affecting multiple universes. Pete doesn't even know that there are multiple universes. It would probably break his little nerd heart if he knew she wasn't telling him.

Nor does Pete know about how, the day she told the now-retired General MacNamara that she and Pete were engaged, his congratulations came with a warning:

'By all means, marry a Spankoffski if you wish, Miss Lauter. But a word of advice. I'd strongly suggest you don't take that name, and don't give it to your children.'

When she asked him why, he'd told her that was classified. It wasn't until she graduated from training that she first heard about the Spankoffski Effect, and put two and two together.

In every timeline known to PIEP researchers, something with the power to sever a person from the flow of time itself has an interest in - no, more like an obsession with - Pete's brother, and possibly his entire family.

She's not sure she could tell her husband that part even if she had clearance.

And now Pete's younger self has appeared at the school where he teaches. Steph does not like the sound of that at all.

'You're sure it's not Theo pulling a prank? I wouldn't put it past him.'

'If it is, he deserves an oscar. And this kid has my phone, Steph. From years ago. With my medical alert details, everything. I don't think Theo would go that far.'

Probably not, no, but she wants to be absolutely sure. 'Have you called Theo? Checked where he is?'

'Shit,' Pete says, then catches himself for swearing in front of a student. 'I mean, uh, shoot, no. I should have done that.'

She tries adding Theo to the call they're already on. The line rings out, so she tries again. No answer.

'Steph, if you're calling him, I can't hear it ringing. I don't think this kid has Theo's watch.'

A message appears on Steph's watch screen:

< Fuck off, mom, I'm busy :) >

'Well,' She says, wondering briefly about nature and nurture and whether it's some failure of parenting that turned her son into such a little shit, 'our son just messaged me. Unless he can do that with only his mind, I don't think he's with you.'

'Okay,' Pete says. Then, 'shit.' He doesn't catch himself this time.

Shit is right, Steph thinks. 'Wait there. Keep the kid calm. Stay calm yourself, okay? I'll come to you.'

She doesn't tell him she's planning to bring PIEP agents with her, but he's probably figured that out already.

'Aren't you in DC?'

'Yeah, so you'll have to hold out for a few hours. Anything weird happens - anything else weird - you call me straight away, okay?'

'Okay. Yeah. Love you.'

'Love you too.'

Steph hangs up. She pinches the bridge of her nose with one hand and groans, wondering why she never had the sense to move her family out of Hatchetfield.

Would that have helped, though? If something from the Black and White is after Pete, couldn't it find him anywhere, if it wanted to?

The security guard is staring at her.

'Everything okay, ma'am?'

'Yeah,' she says. 'I'm fine. Just - don't ever marry a Spankoffski, no matter how cute he is.'

The guard blinks, clearly baffled.

'Um... right.'

#hatchetverse #hatchetfield #npmd #time bastard #nightmare time #starkid #tgwdlm #peter spankoffski #stephanie lauter #lautski #t'noy karaxis #ruth fleming

[strangerthings-01]

Hi. How are you?

I see you are asking for requests for Eddie and reader. Could I get one where the reader is working a lot of hours at her job, including working at home as well. And she is barely eating or sleeping, and he becomes really concerned for her. She is almost at total collapse.

This is happening in my life right now. Thanks in advance. 😁❤️

Absolutely! Thank you for the request! Also I am sorry you are in that state. Make sure to take care of yourself hun. You're important. I hope this is okay!!!!

Overload

Summary: Y/N is constantly working whether it was at home cleaaning and making things tidy or being at your actual job working a bunch of extra hours because it was short staffed and you needed money. You couldn't catch a break but you couldn't stop. But eddie started noticing you not eating as much and your sleep schedule was ruined. He has tried talking to you but to no avial until you nearly collapse and he calls it.

warnings- mentions of stress, not eating or sleeping, cussing, fighting.

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The alarm in your bedroom went off at 8 AM like it did every other day. You either worked in the morning or the night, never steady and never set. It had become a routine for you and you had gotten used to it although you really shouldn't have. You rubbed your eyes hoping to get rid of some of the sleepniess considering you had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep and pushed the cover back and slowly slid out bed, trying not to wake your boyfriend up.

Eddie had been understanding when you told him you would have to pick up extra shifts. His only concern was your health but you had promised it would only be for a couple of weeks but that turned into about 2 months now. You were either at work busting your ass or at home busting your ass. It wasn't like Eddie didn't help you around the house, he did. But you wanted things a certain way all the time so you would spend hours at a time fixing litte things after work, morning or night.

He had tried to talk to you once about it after it hit the one month mark and your eyes were always droopy and your mood alwasy down. But you convinced him you were okay and that it wouldn't be much longer and you really did think that was the case but work was hounding you and you couldn't risk losing the one job that paid you well enough. Eddie worked too as a mechanic but his paychecks sometimes came in low because of some seasons being more slow than others. You were a waitress and a lot of your money was calculated based in tips which was also why you started dressing more cute.

This morning you decided on tight jeans that cut off at the ankle and your work shirt was tied with a ponytail holder around you waist, hair into a messy not messy bun. You sighed as you put on some mascara and a light shade of lipgloss. You were rubbing your lips tgoether when you saw eddie walk into the bathroom from the mirrow, hair all over the place. Your eddie.

"Hey babe. Off to work?" He said gruffly, tiredness etched his voice. "Yeah. I'll be home around 4." He nodded and kissed your cheek. "You look beaitful babe. Do you want some breakfast before you go?" He asked as leaned agasint the sink, arms crossed over his chest. "Uh no I'm okay. I'll eat somehing there on my break but thank you." You didn't admit it but the work load had caused a loss of appetite and even thinking about eating before or during work disgusted you. You smiled and went to walk out but he pulled you back. "Hey. Is everything okay sweetheart? You're working a lot and you neevr eat before you go to work which isn't good for you. Do you even eat at work?" Your anxeity was going up at this whole conversation and you wated to end it quick.

"Okay what is up with the interrigation? I just want to go to work. I don't know why you get so worried about me? I'm a waitress, I work a lot. It's how it is." He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm just making sure you're okay. Why do you argue with me? I'm allowed to be concenred babe." You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Jesus. I'm fine. Please stop asking every 5 minutes. I'm not gonna break so stop treating me like I'm fragile." He scoffed and pushed himself off the counter. "Well I am so sorry that I fucking care about you. You don't have to act like such a bitch."

You bit the inside of your cheek, irriation flooding through your body. "Wow so now I'm a bitch? Real classy eddie. Screw you." You went to walk away but he grabbed your wrist. "No I said you were acting like one and don't walk away from me. Stop acting like a child and just talk to me. I love you and I just want you to be okay." You yanked from his grasp and grabbed your phone off the counter. "I am okay. So leave me alone. I'm just trying to support us and it's fucking annoying that you can't see that!" You walked out but heard feet following you.

"I do see that but jesus babe you've lost weight, you're barely eating and barely sleeping. Don't think I haven't notcied because I do." You whipped around and stepped towards him. "congrats. You've notcied something. Stop worrying about it. I'm tired of you bringing it up. I'll see you when you get home." He laughed humorlessly. "Yeah. Don't think this conversation is over." You brushef him off with a wave of your hand and slammed the door on the way out.

As you made your way to the car, the stress hit your body and your entire body felt like it was shaking. You knew you blew up because he was right. You weren't eating and you weren't sleeping. You didn't understand how it had gotten so bad but you didn't want to ask for help so you never said anything. You just wanted to support your boyfriend even though he made enough to combine with your own to survive. You felt horrible as you made your way to work knowing that eddie did love you and he was concerned. You wouldn't let yourself cry though because you had to work in 10 minutes and your head needed to be cleared so you could focus on getting extra tips today.

As soon as you got there, you grabbed your apron and wrapped it around you, ready for the day to already be over. Your manager, sam, walked up to you and smiled. "good morning. um so Kayla called out for her shift tonight and I was wondering if you would work a double." You had barely clocked in and they already asking more of you. "I reallt can't tonight. I have plans with my boyfriend." You knew it was partly a lie but you needed the rest and you had worked doubles so often lately. "Well I need to know I can rely on you honey. We're super short staffed and I-" You interrupted her and sighed. "I am reliable. I worked doubles all last week and I want to go home to my boyfreind tonight so I'm sorry but no." Sam sucked at her teeth and nodded, walking away clearly upset but your mind still was wrapped around the argument just 30 minutes ago and you had to talk to him asap.

As soon as you opened, people started flooding in. Most people were nice and tipped well but others not so much. You had been yelled at and called an idiot because they ordered the wrong thing. You dealt with it every so often but it still hurt the same. Someone had also called you a pretty young thing and tried to touch you to which you stepped back but they still tipped well. It was a day full of assholes, pervs, and idiots but what's new?

Finally your shift came to an end and you hung your apron up, checking the schedule before you left. Your heart dropped when you noticed sam cut your hours. Fucking bitch. You felt tears spring to your eyes but refused to let them go at work. At that moment Sam walked into the back and you looked at her, stopping her before she could walk away. "Is there a reason you cut my hours?" Sam looked you in your eyes and faked a sad smile. "Yeah I'm sorry it's just we are really low staff and we have to have people here working as much as possible and we only want those people to have the hours."

You gaped at her. "Sam I worked doubles all last week and you're telling me the one time i decline, you cut my hours?" Sam sighed and put her hands up in defense. "It has nothing to do with you-" "Yes it does. I am not doing this with you. I've done nothing but be here, ruining my relationship with the only person who cares for me and you're tossing me aside because of one simple thing." You scoffed and walked off from her, not giving her another word.

You took a deep breath and walked out, heading to you car. Once you got in, you broke down not understanding why you're life was going to shit. You worked your ass off for them and they cut your hours because of one 'no'. After a couple of minutes, you gathered your thoughts and drove home, hopinh eddie was home which he was.

You got out of the car and felt a diziness but tried to control it as you walked into the house. A hunger pang, exhaustion, and sadness creeped its way into your body all at once and you collapsed on the floor. Eddie was in the kitchen making dinner and dropped the plate he had, glass shattering as he ran to you. "Baby. Oh my god shit. Are you okay?" You whimpered and held your stomach. "No. N-No. Eddie it hurts. everything hurts a-and you were right. I'm so sorry." You sobbed as he scooped you into his arms bridal style and laid you down in your bed after he carried you. "Hey we don't need to talk about that right now. What do you need?" You took a deep breath. "Water please."

He immediately went to grab it and brought it back to you. “What happened?” he said as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. The coldness of his hand brought relief to your heated skin, and you close your eyes in content. “ my manager cut my hours all because I said no to working a double. She said that wasn’t the reason why but it doesn’t make sense because I’ve been working doubles for so long, so the one day I say no my hours were cut.” His breathing for a little heavier which meant he was getting angry. “ that’s it. I’m calling it. You’re gonna call and you’re gonna quit today.” you’re a shot open and you looked at him with a shocked expression. “ babe I can’t. I need a job I need money.” he shook his head. “ the video store is hiring Robin told me the other day. Look at you baby, you literally collapsed, you’re not doing OK. please quit.”

“ are you sure she’s hiring? Because I can’t risk that.” He nodded quickly. “ I promise you. I had asked her the other day because I was really worried about you. I just think it would be a better job because the hours are better and the pay is better and you would be around people who care about you, Robin and Steve. Please.” His voice cracked and you looked at him sensing the fear and sadness and him, and it broke your heart that you were making him feel this way.

“ OK. I’ll quit. But I’m gonna need help getting better because I really fucked myself over.” The sadness in your voice was hard to miss because you realized how bad it was. He sniffled and brushed some of your hair back. “ of course I will. I would do anything for you,you know that right?” it was your turn to brushed some of his hair back as you looked into his eyes. “ of course I know that and I’m so sorry for the way I treated you this morning. You didn’t deserve that.” He stroked check with his thumb. “ no I didn’t deserve that but I understand where you were coming from. You were just worried about us. About me I presume. But I promise you we can get through this.”

You looked at him with the most love in your eyes wondering how you got this lucky. “ I’m so grateful you’re in my life. I love you so much.” Your voice cracked and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “ I love you too. We’re gonna get you better baby girl so first things first leaving that hell hole.” You chuckled and agreed with him. He placed a soft kiss your lips, but the passion was there no doubt. No doubt at all.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader

[ryloriee678999]

anon who requested this here, thank you for writing it! i would really like to read the two other chapters if you want to post them <3

Breathe Me Out (Part 2)

A/N: Hi anon, hope you're doing okay. Sorry, this took so long, I have no idea why it's just been sitting in my drafts. Hope you enjoy part 2.

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The aftermath and letting Wanda in. Part 1 (1200 words)

Warnings: Mentions of Self-harm, blood, and a tiny bit of angst.

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You woke up feeling terrible. Your head hurt from the events that happened hours ago and it was freezing in your bedroom. You sat up to see that it was 9 am and Wanda was sleeping peacefully holding the blanket in her arms. You looked at her for a minute, admiring your girlfriend. You wish you could freeze time so that you could stay like this forever but also so you didn't have to deal with the inevitable. Wanda was going to ask what happened, she saw you relapse and there was nothing you could do to change that. 

After sitting in bed for a few more minutes, you notice why you are so cold. Other than Wanda hogging the sheets, your pants were never put back on. You frown at the bandage, regretting all of it, But before you could get out of bed, Wanda turned around. 

"What are you doing?" She groaned, her voice quiet from just waking up. She tried pulling you back into bed but you shifted away.

"Just changing," you answered and stood up. You quickly walked to the dresser and put on a comfortable pair of pants. Right after you walk towards the door, trying to leave the room.

 Wanda watched you, speaking up before you could leave, "Where are you going?" 

"Getting water," you replied. It wasn't completely a lie, your throat was dry and you needed something, but your real intentions were to try and avoid her. You didn't know where you were going to go, just as long as you were alone. To your defeat though, Wanda stood up and opened the door for you. "I'll come with you."

Downstairs, agents and some of the Avengers were in the kitchen finishing breakfast. Wanda's first to walk in, you slid behind everyone, trying to avoid any attention to yourself. Before you could get a drink, Steve appeared out of nowhere in front of the cupboard causing you to almost drop the cup. "Nice to see you up so early, do you want to join us for breakfast?" He asked while smiling. 

You look over to the table, a few of your coworkers sitting there. You sigh, "Sorry, I'm just getting water." 

Steve frowned but left you alone only because his name was being called. Wanda walked to you after a chat with Natasha. You felt like they were talking about you from the quick glance Natasha gave you, but your girlfriend promised not to so you believe her.

"Is everything okay?" Wanda asked, keeping her voice low. She could tell something was a little off, and Steve looked pretty sad after talking to you.

You stared at your cup thinking about what to say. If You told Wanda you were fine, she wouldn't believe it and If you told Wanda you felt bad, she would want to know more.

"I'd like to be alone," you respond, trying to sound as normal as possible. The truth is that the only feeling you felt right now was uncomfortable. 

"As much as I want to respect that, I can't," Wanda says. She felt as if she couldn't leave you out of her sight, there was no way she would let anything bad happen to you again; she even followed you downstairs just to get water. "I don't think you should be alone right now," she added.

“I said I’d like to be alone, Wanda," you said louder, causing some people to notice. You put your glass down and walked away. You felt people watching you leave, it was weird because no one has ever seen you two fight. 

Wanda gave a light smile to the people looking at her and decided to stay downstairs but only for a bit to eat. But as she talked and ate, all she could think about was you. 

Meanwhile, upstairs you rush into the bathroom to change your bandage. The cut must've started bleeding again when Wanda started stressing you out. It was nothing heavy though so you could bandage and clean it all yourself as you would normally do. 

Before you started, you sat on the edge of the bathtub just like yesterday. There was a slightly red stain on the floor and you spotted your bloody pair of pants in the hamper. You cursed at yourself for putting Wanda through all of this. Your hand stayed on your thigh doing nothing until Wanda made herself present in the bathroom.

"Let me do that for you," Wanda said, taking the bandage from your hand. You didn't even notice she was in the room until she spoke. Silence filled the room while Wanda got on her knee to unwrap the bandage from yesterday. She avoided looking at it as she softly patted the wound with antiseptic. Again, your face stayed blank while watching her do it, not even a hiss escaped. 

The room felt tense as the two of you avoided the big question: why did you do this? You could tell Wanda was anticipating an answer at some point 

"I'm sorry," you apologize out of nowhere. Right away Wanda stopped what she was doing and looked up at you. "You have nothing to be sorry for." 

Wanda continued her actions as she spoke in the softest voice. "I just wanna know what happened,” she says. 

You watch her clean up your leg before responding hesitantly. "I had a nightmare last night, that's it. I had to do it," you answered truthfully. 

"How long has this been going on?" Wanda asked. She wondered if this had happened before, and if so, How couldn't she have noticed? You stayed silent for a second, you wanted to lie but there wasn't a way to get around it. "The nightmares started when I came back from my last mission."

That was almost two months ago. "And the...'' she continued, not wanting to say it. 

"In college, I don't know why I did it, It was just easy," you explained. "It's not a big deal." Since it's been happening for so long, you really didn't see it in the same way Wanda did. As sad as it was, you got used to it.

Wanda stopped wrapping your leg just to look at you. "It's a huge deal, love, why are you downplaying this?"

You crossed your legs and avoided eye contact. Although the tension was gone, you still felt uncomfortable talking about it. "I know it's wrong but I'm fine now."

"You’re not fine, we have to talk," Wanda responded. You felt irritated but you reminded yourself she was only doing this out of concern. "Believe whatever you want," you deflected, "I just don't want anything to change. I like the way things are."

"Stop deflecting it baby, I don't wanna see you hurt like this," she said and brought her hand to your cheek. You stayed silent, Wanda knew there wouldn't be another answer and she wouldn't get farther. "Thank you for letting me in," she sighed even though the amount of information you gave wasn't that much.

"Why don't we go back to bed for now?" Wanda suggested and kneeled down. You nodded and wordlessly climbed onto her back. You locked your legs around her waist as she carried you to the bedroom.

She placed you softly on the bed before lifting the covers up so that it was on top of both of you. Your hand rested on her chest while burying your face into her shoulder, you both stayed silent right until Wanda was asleep. "Thank you," you whispered, thinking she couldn't hear. 

“Of course,” she said tiredly.

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[itsizzydizzy]

Cold Shoulder Pt.2 (Ghost x f!reader)

Summary: A continuation of Ghost and new 141 recruit "Angel" on her first day and linger feelings they are left with after there few interactions.

a/n: idk if anyone care about a part 2 about to the blurb I wrote forever ago, but I finally got the urge to write more. I'll probably continue, but when is up to fate at this point. I also apologize for my grammar.

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Eventually you found yourself out the office of the Captain, where Soap left you mentioning he’d see you for dinner soon after. “He’s expecting you, so just head on in. He don’t bite” He called before turning the corner. 

You gazed at the door plotting your best angle of entry. You got comfortable around others easily, but you were weary of starting off on the wrong foot. And barging in had never been your style, nor your expertise. Raising your hand to knock on the door you let out a long breath gathering your courage. 

Just as you start to knock on the door your fist makes contact with the broad chest of the masked lieutenant you only just met hours before. “Sorry sir, I … I was knocking when… the th-door opened-”

Before you can say anything else Ghost simply grabbed your wrist, you realized embarrassingly was still on his chest, and lowered it back to your side. He didn’t spare you a glance from what you could see as he brushed past you down the hallway.

Left stunned outside the Captain’s office the next thing you heard was “Oh the Lieutenant isn’t much for pleasantries. Come’n have a sit.” Finally crossing the threshold of the doorway you found yourself across from the Captain Price you had heard so much about. The sudden awkwardness that runs through you has you void of any words as Price finds your file on his desk. But as he flips through your file the worry you thought was rising within you is replaced with the subtle shock of ease you find.

Price glances up at one with a smirk, “Don’t worry, you're not being interrogated, just like to get to know the newcomers.” You don’t want to get your hopes up, but see you just the few moments you’ve talked to Price why Laswell speaks so highly of him. Very few if any of your superiors in the past were ever so casual and offered respect without routine bootlicking. 

You almost asked Laswell to resend the recommendations she told you she had put out for you to be promoted to the few available positions various task forces she thought would be a ‘good fit’. She had always been there to be an advocate for you but more often than not the needed push when you rather had become just some wallflower. So when she pushed you to the 141, convincing you your talents would be wasted otherwise. You accepted having to put up with the usual song and dance of military social circles, and got on the helicopter with a wary glance at Kate one last time till you hopefully crossed paths again.

But now you found yourself thanking Kate for her kindness and for her adamance for you to come here. You knew Laswell trusted Price and you trusted her. Maybe your awkwardness was a budding of trust, that you hadn’t known since meeting Kate. 

Letting out a slight breath you give a quick smile and tell Price, “Well, what do you want to know?” Seeing the Captain relax back in his chair loosen the tension in your shoulders and head.

With an inquisitive look he asked, “ So how come they call you Angel?”

The new found ache Ghost in is the only thing he can focus on between his breaths and steps down the hall as he leaves Price’s office. 

It's enough that the next mission is three weeks away and his mind was already drowning under the weight of his duties. But having to add another cog into the machine. Another life. You. 

Price was not keen to lean into his request for a smaller, more convert team for the upcoming mission, “Simon no need for you to bear anymore weight, that’s why we're all here.”  The words rang through his head the moment the Captain said them, ordered them. The footsteps Ghost heard down the hall cutoff any reply he had. And he could have done without the reminder of you being here as he left. 

But the ache wouldn’t leave. Even with every furl and flex and furl and flex by the time he made it to the mess hall for dinner it had made no difference. He thought it best to leave for his room, but that decision was cut short by the yell of “Oi Ghost!”

He’d get hell from Johnny if he was too aloof, and Ghost had little time to deal with it these coming weeks. Stepping into the mess hall he ignored the stares of other recruits and b-lined to Soap and Gaz. Furl. At least it was just those two at the table. Flex. Sitting down he barely heard their comments about his ‘ebbing and flowing appetite’ and Soap’s remark on his gaunt face followed by the sergeants' roaring laughter at his cleverness. Furl. 

It’s not that the mask kept them from seeing anything, but kept the worst of Simon in. The roaring in his head that he didn’t need anyone else to hear, or that’s at least what he had been telling himself. Flex. Because if everyone saw him as Ghost there was no issue with him just floating around in moments like these. But the expectation for Simon would be different. Furl. He could lead his life at an arm’s length as Ghost, and that was good for him. Flex. As long as he kept everyone at a distance he would make it through these next couple weeks and the mission and no attachments would-

“Oh, shit, L-Lieutenant, I didn’t mean to drop my tray on your hand, I’m so so sorry!” You said. You. Ghost hadn’t even noticed Gaz and Soap calling you over to join, or you sitting down across from him. He furled his fingers in from being trapped under your tray, raising his gaze to your’s.

“No harm.” He said flexing his fingers on top of the table before retreating blew the table. Furl. The sheepish smile you flashed only made the ache in his hand increase. He had to turn away from your face and hope for relief. Ghost tried to focus on Soap asking about your meeting with the Captain, but your response about a phone call or something cutting it short slashed through that. Flex. From your banter with Gaz and quips with Soap the roaring just increased, he took all his will to focus on the space between you and the sergeant. Furl. But every sentence you spoke the cadence rattled through him pulling his focus. Flex.

But before he knew it the three of you stood to dump your trays, and as he turn to make his way finally to his room-

 “Lieutenant, um, do you want my orange?” You say bearing it in your outstretched hand to him.

“I’m good” Ghost said over his shoulder. Furl.

“I just hate having the toss it is all and also hoped it could serve as a small apology for all the times I invaded your space in the span of an hour.” You rambled offering the orange up again. A small part of you was hoping he would just leave and save you from the blackhole forming in the pit of your stomach. His eyes flicked down to the fruit then back to you. You must have seemed like some poor soul presenting a meager offering to an benevolent god from the way that stare burned into you.

But by some mercy or grace he reached back to grab your offering. His hand not only engulfed the glowing orb but most of you hand seemed to be swallowed to. The gloved tips of his fingers brushed your palm giving you the closest sensation of touching the untouchable. You hadn’t realized your breath was still in your chest since his gaze had met yours. 

And as you released the air back into the open it in turn released his presence. Like your wind had blown him back to wherever he was going or had come from. Like he was never there. 

But as you turned back to the dish line to dump your tray, furling your fist you could still feel the streaks that seemed to linger on your palm. Trying to hold that feeling, that something had been there. 

The sun had long set, coating the base in a blanket of darkness, but Ghost’s room was anything but dark. The source on his nightstand, that seemingly glowing orb. Even turned away from it the light of the fruit burned through his chest. Sleep never came easy, but tonight was impossible. 

Sitting up on the end of the bed, Ghost stared at the orange. Christ, Simon it's just an orange. But even that thought did nothing to lessen the burn its present held. It was stupid. To let his focus be drawn onto something like this. Reaching over and clearing the way to the trash in less than two steps Ghost held the orb out to its final descent. 

The ache returned, his hand finally locking up turning to stone. He could feel it over take him slow building in his chest, but there in his fingertips fire burned. Even through his gloves life or awareness or something sparked into his very being. Only made more real by the eye contact you held with him. It wasn’t a glare, glace, or judgment. It was just a look, one he hadn’t experienced. 

He looked at your peace offering, its weight increasing with each passing moment. Throwing it in the trash would only serve as a visual reminder of its weight dragging down to deepest trenches. God, Simon it's an orange. 

And as his fingertips punctured the skin the ache ebbed. Shifting it to his other palm the energy flowing in his fingers began peeling back the skin. As each piece dropped to the trash, that weight that he had felt from the afternoon slowly lifted. His chest rose and fell, enough so he walked back to his bed and sat on the edge. And with every breath in and out he could chew and swallow each slice.

No light burned through his chest and the lift weight had him rising towards the surface. Slowly but rising. 

But as his head returned to his pillow the light coat of frost still coated his fingertips. The memory may linger, but it will fade. Something told Ghost it wasn’t going to be easily erased though. 

You offered. He accepted. He had cracked open a window to you so soon. Maybe too soon. 

#ghost x reader #simon “ghost” riley #call of duty #simon “ghost” riley x reader #cod x reader #cod fanfic #ghost #cod mw2 #ghost fic #babygirl ghost

[myonmukyuu]

Back from Supanova Melb and had a great time 🥳🥳 Thank you to everyone who visited my humble little booth!

I'm happy to announce that I managed to sell the whole remaining stock of my SetsuPomu comic! 🎉🎉

I also feel confident enough to organise another print run in the future as well for anyone who missed the initial run!

It was my very first time tabling at a con so I didn't really know what to expect? I didn't bring many goods. Just those shikishis that I've been working on over the year and some of my remaining books that were spares. I could only bring a small number of books because they're really heavy and I'm weak and pathetic 😔

I didn't think the low book stock would be a problem going in because I kinda assumed they wouldn't sell? Love Live Nijigasaki doesn't have a huge presence locally so my expectations weren't set high. I would've been happy to sell a single copy honestly 😅

So when I did sell that first copy I was super surprised! I'm so sorry to the one who bought that first book! I was acting a bit weird bc I was just in disbelief that someone wanted to buy the comic ahahhah

I was like "Huh??? You want to buy it???? Huh???? For real???"

I seriously didn't think I'd sell the rest of the remaining stock. Sure I only had like 10-15 books leftover from the online sales but I only brought 5 books on the first day!!! I ended up leaving the con early and scurrying home to pick up more. And that commute was about 2 hours so it was super exhausting (esp since my day began at 6am 😅)

I'm still super surprised that people actually bought my book! Like ???? All sorts of people too. Both fans of Love Live! and people who had no context of the series. Different demographics too! Again, I'm so thankful for the support!

It was nice seeing that there were still LL fans in Melbourne as well. Love Live! is a bit rare to see in artist alleys these days, so a lot of people stopped by to mention they were Love Live fans 😊

Most people were Muse or Aqours fans and didn't make any purchases but I was still happy to meet them. Again, it's nice knowing there are other LL fans around!

I'm also pleased to announce that there are at least 5 Setsuna Yuki fans in Melbourne...! (Including me...) As well as Nijigasaki fans 🎉🎉

One person was wearing a Dive! long sleeve and I was like !!!! I have the exact same top at home 😭😭😭 I respect it!!! I also know that it's expensive as hell to export so I doubly respect it 🥲

I definitely want to keep representing Nijigaku at cons 💪!!

It's also worth noting that this con was a general pop culture con. So the audience is more mixed with Western pop culture. It made finding those LL fans extra surprising!

During the day I had a lot of time to burn. While I'm happy with the outcome of the con, it's not like I made tons of sales. My store only has a small amount of stock for a niche (compared to having a million prints and little knick knacks) so it's pretty expected. But yes, I was just idling for a lot of it.

I did end up drawing some quick shikishi on the spot.

I ended up selling Rathalos and Yu! (Mizuki is looking for a home still.) I was also asked if I was taking shikishi commissions which feeds my ego, but I did end up rejecting bc I didn't feel confident enough with these quick ones to take commissions just yet. (In general I reject commissions anyways bc I'm not great at them...)

A neat thing is that taking the hour do draw that one Rathalos drew some Monster Hunter fans to the table! I managed to have a few little conversations about the game bc of that. I think I'll make more MH shikishi in the future since it's fun to draw. It's also funny to think about my booth becoming LL x MH since the communities are pretty different 😂😂

Overall, I think the con was a success! I have a bunch of cute stories to tell but I think I'll leave it for another post. Financially, I did end up making back all of my expenses! So that's a success in that front as well.

I'd like to do more cons in the future! But honestly it's a little hard for me to be accepted as I tend to make really little content. (Just a few books and shikishi). I think I can only really do half tables...

But I'll do my best!

Once again, thanks to everyone who visited!

Stay tuned for my shop updating to include all the spare goodies. Now that this con is over I can sell them online 🥳

#myon speaks #supanova #melbnova #i look really short standing in the booth orz LMAO #ill post some con stories later!

[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

My specialty - Criminal minds ft. Reader (sneak peak)

A/N: I've been watching criminal minds like crazy for the past few days so this is a fun lil story where the reader manages to help the team a bit. This is like, a sneak peak and if I see people like it I'll post it when I'm done :) also I'm in the second season rn so no spoilers please and thank you

The coffee store was fuller than usual, as if everyone decided that today they are in the mood for good coffee instead of the usual shitty one they have at their offices. Spencer Reid stood in line, looking around him and scanning the people around him, specifically the man and their arms. Last night, they got a video sent by an Unsub in which you can see a small part of his tattoo for a second. He messed up, he didn't notice his sleeve rolled up when the girl he was holding fought back. He might be digressing, since he was not as careless in the other videos he sent. Spencer suspected the UnSub might have a tattoo there, since in every video so far he fixed the sleeves before his arms were visible to the camera.

"Oh my god, I love your tattoo!" Spencer hears a female voice saying. He immediately looks for the girl who said it, and luckily it's the one right in front of him and he has a clean line to see the tattoo she's talking about. It's higher up on the arm than the one the Unsub has, and it seemed to be a differentstyle, more cartoony. "Thanks" the man says, but the woman continues talking. "It was done by Emily Grace, right? Must be one of her older works, i'd say, 2.5-3 years ago? she only does color now" She says. In her head she continues to explain the tattoo has just enough color to show the beginning of her style change. Emily has done color tattoos exclusively for two years, but started adding small color elements to her works about 3.5 years ago. This one was very colorful, but not enough to be newer, so that means… "yup, I got it done about 3 years ago, 2 years and 10 months to be exact" the man confirms this womans guess. spencer heard the conversation, and an idea snuck up in his head. "Excuse me, Ma'am-" he starts, but she cuts him off. "Ma'am? How old do I look to you, sir?" She says, highlighting the use of the word sir as If it's payback. "I-" Spencer says, confused. She does look about his age, maybe a bit younger. "I'm sorry if I offended you, but I have a question" he gathers a sentence. "Ask away" she smiles. "If you see a part of a tattoo, you think you can recognize the artist, like you just did?" He asks. "Uh, if I know the artist well enough, probably. I've been working in tattoo parlors for a while now, as a secretary, so i know a lot of artists, I spent hours with their flash books by my side and went through them dozens of times" she replies, and Spencer smiles a satisfied smile. He looks her up and down real quick, spotting a name tag on her shirt, "well, (Y/N), how do you feel about helping the FBI?" Spencer says.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #dr reid #spencer reid x reader #dr. Reid

[drabsyo]

Hey drabs,

Firstly, I'm so sorry for my whack English for it's my second language. And I know this is an ask box, but this is the only way I know to send you message anonymously in case this message sounded cringier than what's in my head. lol.

I wanted to say that I hope everything is going well for you because I know that looking for a job these days feels like looking for diamond in a gold mine, which basically almost impossible and I myself is also looking for a job.

And also, I wanted to share a few things in case you get ghosted by the company after weeks of the interview.

1. Have you ever tried Glints or LinkedIn? I don't know what your line of work but perhaps you want to try to apply through those two apps maybe?

2. If the point above still doesn't work, perhaps you should try internship first. I got my first job right after graduating high school because my mentor saw my works are good enough and he recommend me to his boss. But then again, these kinda things are also based on luck, and not to mention that most companies don't pay their intern, so hopefully we don't have to use this tips.

I also wanted to share somethings that helped me to stay sane and during times like that.

1. Don't forget to eat and stay hydrated. As long as you stay hydrated and not hungry, you'll be more focused on the questions the interviewer asked.

2. Don't stay up late. Same goes like the point above, you'll be more focus and have more energy if you sleep enough. And If you're a night owl like me, well... don't forget to drink coffee after you woke up. lol.

3. After all the interviews done for the day, don't forget to reward yourself. Regardless of what happened or whether or not you're accepted, don't forget to reward yourself. It doesn't have to be something grand, something small can do. For me, I usually eat my comfort food that is those korean instant ramen or have a little gaming session.

I know these stuff are basically generic, but I just wanted you to know that no matter what, you are awesome. Sending you all my support and hugs, good luck Drabs ❤

Hey anon! Oh my goshhh first of all, thank you so much for this. It's been a rough few months, exhausting really. I received your message right after I finished my interview, and I know it sounds lame, but it almost made me cry! To know that you care enough about me to leave me this message is so heart warming. So. Thank you. ❤

Your English is wonderful, please don't ever apologize for that and this message is not cringe at all, FAR from it. I'm saving this ask!

I haven't tried Glints or LinkedIn yet. It's also the first time I've heard of Glints, so I might give it a shot. Thank you for the tip! I'll go check it out. My usual method has been applying for jobs on JobStreet.

Glad to hear your mentor was really impressed by your works!!! ❤ I did have an internship before, but the company where I had my internship in ran out of budget for our department so they weren't hiring. Plus, my supervisor from there also resigned. And I was also the unpaid intern!

I keep forgetting to stay hydrated. Yesterday, the interviewer made us wait for an hour and twenty minutes before the interview started and no one would tell us what was happening. I was so thirsty, it was embarrassing. Not to mention I had a fever, yikes. Hope you're staying hydrated on your job hunt too ❤

Ughhgghh I am a night owl too and I absolutely hate it, anon. I love it, but I also hate it? You know what I mean. I am looking into night shift options though. My friends who work the graveyard shift tell me it's disorienting. Maybe we should consider it, what with us being night owls and all? Hm.

Yes!! A quick gaming session does wonders for my anxiety after an interview. That, or I play some music really loud to tune out my thoughts for the day. Or I just lay in bed. Pet my cat. Read fanfiction. Go on tumblr. And now, I have this ask to go back to too ❤ It's the small wins, for sure. I'm happy to hear you give yourself these small rewards too ❤

Anon, this means a lot to me. Grinned like an idiot reading your tips. And please, take your own advice too. Stay hydrated, do things that make you happy, try to get 8 hours of sleep, and take care of yourself. I sincerely hope you're doing great, staying healthy, and are loved. World's tough. Really tough. You've got me in your corner, anon! Sending you hugs!!!! And all my love ❤❤❤

#thank you :'')) #anon <3 #mwah #drabstuff #things that brighten my day #and when i mean im sending you all my love i mean ALL MY LOVEEE #MWAH ANON

[lucysarah-c]

Congratulations that you got the ticket to the Taylor swift concert. I am so happy for you.

Actually, this the reason why I wanted to send you an ask before seeing that post. There is some usa tiktoker who are saying things like:

"How dare she do that for Latin America, she should make them cheap for us too"

Or

Seeing comment from people from Latin America begging American to let them have a chance at seeing her in a concert and that even if the prices of those concert seem cheap to them, in reality they are not and still you would have people say "I don't care, if I can afforade it, damn well I m booking a flight to Mexico for her concert, I don't care"

I am curious to hear an opinion of local.

Hi love! I'm thankful for the opportunity, I've been a Swiftie since 2014 and this is my very first chance to see her. I'm thankful that my family can afford it for me and did the sacrifice for me. Because, maybe this is surprising for people from other countries but despite the tickets being "affordable" for us, Argentinians, its A BUNCH OF MONEY. I understand that not everybody understand the situation, the COMPLEX economical and social situation of Argentina and it's ok. We are not the center of the universe and I do not expect all Americans to understand. TO CLARIFIED, this is not a personal attack TO ANYONE, not you, not those swifites, NOONE. This is just me, explaining how it feels FOR ME. I'll be quick, being angry at Taylor for what she did about the prices in Latin-American is not even the minimum amount of research and sadly... highly privileged. First of all, lets start with numbers. Argentinian average salary in dollars per month is ....200$ -300$ dollars...USA is 6k$.... The tickets were around from 50 dollars more on less to 300$....an entire to 1/4 of a salary here. If she would have charged the same considering that our income is not ever CLOSE to an USA one... no one would have been able to pay it. Plus the 50$ tickets were behind the scenario, basically you would just listen to the music. Second, the costs of the scenario, the background people, technicians etc. who will work in the stadium won't charge the same as American's staff because... simply Argentinian salaries are way lower. So the whole "cost" for her would be lower. Third, Argentinian ticket system was just ... better. For buying you did not only need an Argentinian ID but also that ID had to be correlated to the owner of the card who was going to pay and the data of the account had to correlate to the email of the owner of the card. Basically... you needed to be Argentinian and be the owner so the reselling would be way harder. I'm sorry about all the American Swifties who suffered the insane thing that Ticketmaster was, Allaccess had to process 2 MILLION of people in queue in less than 10 HOURS and yet it worked, slowly but it did. Finally, this is a little more personal point of view.... Argentina has over 8% of MONTHLY INFLATION... the inflation that countries who are saying to be in "a crisis" have the annual inflation that Argentina has in A MONTH. We have over 100% of ANNUAL inflation. Last huge devaluation a month ago, Supermarkets closed because they refused to sell because the prices were going up so fast that it was better not selling that selling cheap. I'm sorry that our tickets are cheaper, I'm sorry that this may be the only happiness we can have in a country were our salaries value 10% less each month. Coming from a person who had to cut half of the food tray's I was given by university to save for dinner so I could study and help my family. I'm moving aboard to be able to send money home and help my mom to finally rest and not overwork herself. This is nothing against you or any swifties. But this is literally the meme of "Everything is for you... this tiny little thing... is for me. I'm sorry that you're not the main focus right now, just let me have this for this time,"

#personal opinion #taylor swift #the eras tour

[romance-lover77]

Newt Scamander x Fem Muggle Reader Part 3

Part 2 is here

Plot: Theasus comes to warn you and Newt that the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol are taking Muggles away from their witch/wizard spouses. Your baby is almost here!

Warning: This might not be the best writing

It has been a week since Queenie and Jacob have arrived, and when You and Newt finally had your alone time ;).

Queenie and Jacob had left back to New York because the bakery couldn’t be left unattended but they promised to come when your baby was born. Newt had decided to take a vacation and stay to take care of you. He had just put Lottie to bed and was now getting into bed where you were reading a book. You put down your book and look at him with a soft smile. “Thank you Newt for putting her to bed, you have no idea how grateful I am”. Newt just nuzzles his nose on your chest, “You don’t have to be grateful, it’s my job to put her to bed too, I will do anything you ask me to do “. Your heart was fluttering and you were running your hand through his hair. Then you suddenly felt his lips kissing your breasts making you want to let out a small moan but you held it in. You patted his shoulder while chuckling, “Newt not now, we got to wake up early tomorrow remember, to take Lottie to her first day at school”.

Now that Lottie was 5 years old it was her time to go to kindergarten and tomorrow was her first day. She won’t be going to Hogwarts until she’s 11 but something worried you. Dumbledore has told you that at a young age wizards/witches showed signs of magic, but he also told you that some who were from wizarding families, were unfortunate to not have powers of magic and they were called Squibs. It worries you because Lottie hasn’t shown signs of any magic. You would still love Lottie with magic or without magic but you just wanted her to be happy.

Newt didn’t stop though he kept kissing you and went up to your neck knowing your weak spot. Your eyes closed with pleasure and you felt something touch your leg making your eyes widened. You didn’t even have to look, you already knew that it was Newt’s erected member. “Newt trust me I want this too but we really can’t, we won’t wake up early if we do this”.

Newt stops kissing your neck and faces you, this was a completely different Newt. His eyes filled with lust and hunger, “I'll make it quick I promise”. Without letting you speak he starts kissing your lips and you let out a giggle. Newt grins, laying you down and both of you kissing, literally ready to get on with it when a sudden loud noise comes from the sitting room and it sounds exactly when someone apparates. Both of you hearing Theasus' voice “Newt! Y/N!, are you here?”. You and Newt sit up immediately wondering what Theasus was doing here at these hours, both of you looking at each other confused. Newt then looked really annoyed because his brother had interrupted his private moment with you and because it was his brother. Newt gets up from bed as well as you, but it took you more effort to get up since the baby is so heavy. Newt stops you “don’t get up, stay here and rest. I’ll see what Theasus wants”. For some reason you had a bad feeling about this because why would Theasus come at these hours, it was very strange and you wanted to know. “No Newt i’m coming too, I want to know what Theasus wants to say, he called me as well”. Newt knew that he couldn’t stop you so he helped you stand up and helped you put on your slippers. Both of you go to the sitting room only to see a nervous Theasus. Newt looked very annoyed just seeing him, “What do you want?”

You were just beside Newt, still feeling like something bad is going to happen.``Hello Theasus what brings you here at these hours?”. Theasus looked at both of you with anguish and without letting a second pass. “Y/N you have to get out of here and hide now!”. Both surprising you and Newt. This bad feeling was getting stronger and you were about to answer when Newt spoke first. He had a frown and expressed worry, “Theasus what are you talking about? Why does y/n have to do something like that?”.

You also couldn’t help expressing worry “Theasus tell us what’s happening?”

Theasus sighed and tried to calm down to explain as fast as possible. Looking at both you and Newt, “Look I have to say this as fast as possible, something strange is happening in the Ministry of Magic, the law was changed here in the UK, Wizards/Witches can’t be married to Muggles anymore and the Magical Law Enforcement are going to each Muggle who is married to witch or wizard taking them away and later obliviate them. Forgetting forever that they were married to a Witch or Wizard. Y/n they are coming for you!”. Newt looks horrified and you are horrified as well. You couldn’t imagine a life without Newt, you would die without him and Lottie,what would happen to Lottie without her mom(you).

Newt immediately grabbed your hand pulling you!?”

Newt didn’t answer, he looked and he stopped to look at Theasus. '`Do you know a way?”

“Yes I do”, Theasus said. You were really

Newt then said “ Theasus can you help Lottie get ready”, and Theasus nodded and immediately went to Lottie’s bedroom

Newt once again pulled you, taking you to the bedroom and sat you down on the bed. He grabbed his wand and made a movement with it and did an incantation “Pack”.His suitcase opened, the wardrobe opened itself and Newt’s and your clothes started floating. The clothes were folding themselves and packing themselves. You were sitting there dumbfounded not knowing what was happening and you couldn’t speak a word because you were scared. Newt then grabbed one of his coats and one of your coats. Placing them on the bed and then grabbing his boots and your shoes (mid heels because this was the 30s or 40s) . Newt then started putting your shoes on both of your feet. You could finally speak “Newt, what are we doing? I-I don’t know what’s happening”. Newt finally looks at you and he has an anguished expression,”Y/n what do you think we are doing, we are leaving….I can’t bear losing you”.

You also couldn’t bear being separated from Newt and forgetting him forever, and you would also have to forget your daughter Lottie. Your heart ached just thinking about it and tears started forming in your eyes. “I also can’t bear being separated from you… I’m just so scared like where the heck are we going to run off to Newt? What if they find us no matter what?”. Newt started putting on your coat for you, “They aren’t going to find us, we are going to Jacob’s and Queenie’s in the meanwhile”. Newt then started putting on his own boots and coat. You couldn’t help saying

“Aren’t we just going to make it worse, it’s a crime to run away and if they do find us, they will arrest you and might put you in Azkaban, Newt you’ve told me that that’s the most horrible place to ever be in and Lottie will be alone, they will put her in an orphanage, Oh my goodness”, Your hands covered your face and you started sobbing. Newt hugged you and his hand rubbing your back “I won’t let any of that happen I promise”. You let your hands fall to your lap and Newt then kissed your forehead which made you calm down a little, and he then lowered his face to your face. Placing a kiss on your lips and you kissed back until both of you heard Theasus’ voice from the sitting room. “We have to leave now!”

Both you and Newt quickly stood up and went to the sitting room where Theasus was carrying Lottie and her trunk. Lottie looked sleepy and rubbed her eyes while yawning. “Mommy, Daddy uncle Theasus says that we are going to Aunt Queenie’s place but I told him that I have school tomorrow”. You and Newt frowned knowing that Lottie won’t be able to experience school but Newt wasn’t risking it. You were going to answer to Lottie but Newt beat you to it.

“Sweetie don’t worry, you are just going to miss some days of school. It won't be the end of the world and we are going to go on an adventure. Then we will come back”. Newt then cupped Lottie’s face and gave her a weak smile and Lottie nodded. In reality Newt was terrified inside and tried to seem happy for Lottie. You also tried putting on a smile but it was so hard to do, your mind just kept going back to the what ifs.

“Come on, let's go!” Theasus said

Newt grabbed your hand and all of you were leaving the house from the front door but then you were confused stopping at mid way while still holding hands with Newt. “Wait”. Theasus and Newt looked at you wondering why you stopped

“How are we getting out of the country? we can’t use a port key or apparate because i’m pregnant, did you guys actually think this through?”

Newt held your hand tighter and Theasus answered your question, “Don’t worry My place has a floo powder chimney that is in the network and will take us directly to your friend’s house”.

This seemed to calm you down and you put on a brave face “Okay let’s go”.

(side note, Newt is taking his suitcase where all his creatures are and also packed the clothes in there. Pickett hasn’t had the opportunity to be with Newt :( )

All of you were sitting in a Taxi car where a driver was taking you to the destination and the reason is because you had to stay low. Not to cause any attention especially to Magical folks so that you won’t get found out . Lottie was sleeping on your lap peacefully, while you were looking at the window asking why is this happening, and wishing that you were a witch because if you were , none of this would be happening. You started to feel some small cramps but decided to ignore it.

Newt was also really silent looking at the window until he asked Theasus “ You really don’t know who is doing all this?”. You looked attentive,interested on Theasus answer.

“No I don't, strangely, No one does but I imagine the Minister of Magic does. I believe that something is being hidden”.

“You don’t think it can be Grindlewald?” You asked

“But we defeated Grindlewald years ago, It can’t be him”. Newt said while his heart was beating fast, part of him worrying that it might be Grindlewald. Theasus shakes his head, “It can’t be him, he is locked up in Nurmengard. If he had escaped there would be news about it everywhere”. Newt grabs your hand and squeezes it, you squeeze back“We have to find out who’s behind all of this, Theasus we have to go see Dumbledore”

Theodore sighs, “I was thinking that as well”.

Finally the Taxi had brought you to Theasus place, it was a flat somewhere in London. The streets were empty and quiet because it was midnight .You could only hear the air and the owls hooing. All of you get out of the Taxi and Newt pays the driver. Next thing you knew the taxi was gone. Theasus was carrying sleeping Lottie once again and her suitcase, and Newt held his suitcase in his left hand and he was holding your hand with his right hand.

Something didn’t feel right, you had a feeling that someone was watching over all of you. Theasus then said “Alright follow me”. All of you started walking until suddenly cramps took over you and you closed your eyes from the pain . Newt saw this and frowned. “What's wrong?”.. Theasus turned around and stopped as well “Everything alright?” You really didn’t want to worry anyone, “Nothing this baby is just so heavy, just the pain of always, don’t worry, let’s keep going”. Newt didn’t look convinced, Knew you like the back of his hand but didn’t say anything. You all walked up to the stairs and to the front door where the door opened itself. In that very moment your hairs stand up from your neck, and your eyes widened because there was someone definitely behind you guys. Theasus says”Come on in”

Your eyes were full of fear, Newt felt that you squeezed his hand really tightly. He looked at you wondering what was wrong. “Newt they’re here”. Newt’s eyes widened in fear and Theasus heard you. Both Newt and Theasus turn around and see the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol Wizards/ Witches.. There was something off about them, Like if they were possessed, their eyes didn’t have pupils and were soulless.

They were there right across the street running towards all of you ready to attack. Newt told you without hesitation “Get Lottie and use the floo powder”. You nod and Theasus gives you Lottie who woke up by the sudden movement. Now you were carrying her and running as fast as you could to the chimney (it was hard because you were so heavy) Lottie was fully awake in your arms and seemed so confused, “Mommy what’s happening?”

“Don’t worry sweetheart just close your eyes okay”. Lottie didn’t want to go against you and closed her eyes and hid her face on your neck.

Immediately when you left Theasus and Newt took out their wands and started to attack the other wizards and witches.

Newt and Theasus casted “Everate Serum!” and it sent some flying backwards but there were more than 5. Newt and Theasus kept attacking and defending themselves (moving their wands). That is until you let out a scream and Lottie yelled “Mommy!!!”. When Newt heard your scream his heart sank and his face full of horror.He didn’t let a second pass by and he went running to where you were. Theasus furrowed his eyes while gritting his teeth, the adrenaline kicking in and tried his hardest to help his brother get to you by not letting any of them pass by.

Newt went running to your destination, he saw that a wizard was pinning you down on the floor because he casted a full body bind curse on you. Lottie was hitting the man on the arm “Get off my mommy!!!!”. You couldn’t feel your body, you couldn’t move anything, all you could do was let tears roll down your face. Newt felt so much rage inside him, seeing this man on top of you and casted “Knockback Jinx!” sending the wizard flying and hitting the wall ,knocking him out. Newt ran to you and Lottie. Lottie was crying “Mommy can’t move daddy!” Newt then said “It’s okay sweetie I can fix it”. He flicked his wand “finite incatatem”. Your body wasn’t frozen anymore, and you were able to move again. Newt was helping you stand up but then you felt the painful cramps again but this time worse. You groaned “AH!”, closing your eyes and holding your stomach. Newt felt concerned and yelled “Y/N!” .Lottie yelled “Mommy” with a shaky voice. But you couldn’t respond with so much pain, it felt like someone was putting so much pressure on your abdomen.

“N-newt h-help me”. Newt helped you stand up and was holding your waist, his eyes full of total concern. “Tell me what’s wrong love!”. Lottie was wrapped around Newt’s leg and was hiding her.

You open your eyes and look directly at Newt’s eyes. More tears forming in your eyes and a small whimper escapes your lips. Then all of a sudden your panties felt wet not realizing that your water had just broken. Newt’s eyes widened when he saw all the water falling to the ground and was panicking “Love! your water just broke!”. Lottie had also seen and gasped. Your eyes widened and your heart sank “Oh no…. AH!” Another labor cramp took over you and Newt wrapped his arm around you “Love, we have to take you to St.Mungos!”. But you yelled back “No! we can’t! they will find us there! I’m going to give birth at Queenie’s and Jacob’s flat(apartment)! We have to go! AH!”. You didn’t care where you gave birth,even if it had to be in a barn, Gosh damn it, you aren’t letting anyone separate you from your husband and daughter. Newt knew you were right so he told Lottie “Lottie sweetie go bring me that pot that’s on that shelf”. He pointed to a not so high shelf that was in the corner of the room, Lottie nodded and went to get it.

Newt then was holding you and both of you were walking toward the chimney, Lottie came back with the pot in her hands “Daddy here”. You heard footsteps and turned your head only to see more Magical Law Enforcement Patrol Wizards/Witches coming. “Newt!!! There’s more coming!”. Newt looked back and cursed “Buggar! Lottie go inside the chimney now!”. Lottie’s heart was beating so fast and quickly ran into it. The chimney started expanding, letting her in, while Newt was helping you get to the chimney as fast as possible. Finally inside the chimney Newt then said, “Sweetie grab some powder in your hand and throw it on the floor yelling 443 Rivington Street New York!”. Your heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to explode and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Everything felt like it was going slow motion. Lottie managed to get powder and throw it yelling “ 443 Rivington Street New York!”

All of a sudden everything was spinning and everything was blurry. Then bam! You, Newt and Lottie rolled on the floor from the chimney, and were covered in ashes. All of you started coughing from the ashes and Lottie stood up from the floor seeing you and Newt still on the floor.

To Be Continued in Part 4