#say ‘hey you *said* you needed me to buy into this training! now I’ll be needing you to reimburse my buy-in!’

[strohller27]

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#I wasn’t going to be petty and make a post about this on the etherwebs but YKNOW WHAT #I signed up for a very specific job at the office I work at #I have pretty clearly defined responsibilities and I can handle them #my issue is that I do try to take on too much extra stuff and I’m trying not to do that #it’s a slow process because I like being the yes man #but the ONE TIME I try to refuse something because I recognise that I can’t handle it #I basically get guilted into doing it anyway AND NOT EVEN BY MY BOSS (lbr she would never) #BUT BY SOME NEW LADY I DON’T EVEN KNOW #she drags me into a meeting with her supervisor and they both basically go ‘I see that you’re saying you can’t do this but you have to?’ #‘you need to talk to your supervisor about taking on less work’ #LISTEN I am only doing what I am supposed to be doing and I am LITERALLY trying not to take on too much work RIGHT NOW DO YOU NOT SEE THAT #but obviously this lady doesn’t see it that way and she convinced her boss not to see it that way either #and she keeps saying ‘oh but you don’t have to do all of this I just need you to do some of it’ *points to a lot of extra work* #‘that’s not too much right?’ Bitch. it doesn’t fucken matter now #I tried to say no. you said I can’t say no. so YOU TELL ME what to fucken do bitch. I could care less about this little project #that you want me to ‘buy into’. I’m sorry bitch I am out of brain currency do your own fucken job #leave me out of it #I would like to do a violence #instead I think I shall derail her training by bringing free pizza #say ‘hey you *said* you needed me to buy into this training! now I’ll be needing you to reimburse my buy-in!’ #kill ‘em with petty petty kindness

[angelicsoka]

SEE YOU LATER, q. hughes

word count | 1.3k

pairings | quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary | in which quinn and his high school sweetheart break up due to her fear of holding him back, only to meet again five years later.

warnings | not proofread, no use of "y/n". lowercase intended. use of the name “ellie”. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | i know i’ve already posted today but i thought i would post this as well! i changed the plot a little bit from when i posted the draft reveal, but here it is! i lowkey hate this but i finally had a surge of motivation.

quinn hughes was in love; something he thought he wouldn’t feel until he was settled in his career. a dedicated hockey player, quinn didn’t pursue love or relationships. that was until he met her. she was the sun to his moon, his everything. everyone warned him about falling in love, especially at his age and with his future, but quinn hughes ignored it all.

the night it all fell apart was the night quinn hughes stopped believing in love. it was the night before he was set to leave for dallas, texas for the 2018 draft. the couple had just finished the cupcakes she had made and were now watching the stars; well she was, quinn’s eyes were trained on her face, following the features he had come to memorize. “quinny, you’re staring.” she giggled, turning to face him. 

“i can’t help it, i’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world by my side, why wouldn’t i be staring?” this enticed another laugh from her, quinn smiling at the way her face lit up. 

“i wish we could stay here forever.” she spoke after a few minutes of silence, unable to look at quinn. she felt guilty for what she was about to do, but it was the right thing to do. 

“come with me.” the statement shocked her, and apparently quinn as well by the look on his face. he shook off the shock before continuing: “i want you by my side.”

“quinny…” she trailed off, quinn sitting up. she sat up as well, still avoiding looking at him.

“don’t do this. please.” she wiped a stray tear, finally looking to him. “please.”

“i’m sorry, quinn. but i will only hold you back.” quinn’s eyes filled with tears, but he refused to let them fall. “you know it's true.”

“no, no it's not!” 

“quinn, we can still be friends! and maybe when you’re settled in your career and if we aren’t in relationships, we could try this again.” quinn shook his head, a tear running down his cheek. she reached over and wiped it, her hand lingering for a moment. “i love you, but this is for the best.”

now, it had been almost five years since quinn had seen his ex. he hadn’t had a serious relationship since, instead focusing on his career. now, the season was over and quinn was back in michigan for summer with his brothers and friends.

“dude, i’m hungry…” luke groaned as he sprawled out on the couch. beside him, quinn sat his phone on the cushion, looking to his youngest brother.

“go get something to eat then.” he said, luke groaning once more.

“nobody will go with me to the diner and i will not go by myself. i don’t need people thinking i’m a loner.” quinn huffed out a laugh at his statement.

“i think it’s a little late for that.” luke sat up, punching him in the shoulder. “fine, i’ll go, but you’re buying.” luke jumped up, grabbing the car keys.

“let's go!” 

the ride to the diner was short, luke practically jumping out of the car before it was even at a complete stop. “dude, what's the rush?” quinn questioned, following him into the diner. 

“i’m hungry!” quinn rolled his eyes, taking a seat across from luke in the booth he had chosen. quinn’s eyes were busy scanning the menu when their waitress came over.

“hello, how you guys doing today?” quinn nearly dropped the menu, his eyes shooting up to meet her’s. he could recognize that voice anywhere. “quinn?” her voice caught in her throat, her eyes wide. 

“uh, hey.” he coughed, his cheeks bright red. luke watched wide eyed at the interaction, his eyes widening even more when a little girl tugged at her shirt.

“mama?” now it was her turn to blush, turning to the little girl.

“baby, go sit down, i’ll be over in a minute.” quinn’s mouth dropped open momentarily, looking to luke who held the same expression. “uh, sorry about that. what can i get you to drink?” after taking their drink order, she hurried off to the table that the little girl sat at. 

“dude, that kid kinda looks like you.” luke said, glaring at quinn after he kicked him.

“luke, please shut the fuck up.” luke shrugged, his eyes shooting from the menu to the little girl. she came back with their drinks, quickly taking their orders. she kept the interaction short, wanting to avoid them all together. it was her fault that they lost contact and she was the one who broke up with him. all her feelings resurfaced the moment she made eye contact with him, bringing up the need for a cigarette. she kissed the little girl’s head, grabbing her pack from her bag and stepping out to take a couple drags.

quinn watched as she hurried out, a sudden urge of confidence filled him, and before he knew it he was following her out. “can we talk?” he asked, hiding his surprise by his own confidence. 

“about what?” she asked, her eyes following the cars that sped by. she took a drag from her cigarette, hoping this would be over soon.

“you know what.” quinn was angry. angry they had lost contact, angry that she broke it off. “is she mine?” she sighed, her head dropping. she knew it would come back to bite her in the ass eventually, she just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.

“yes.” she spoke no louder than a whisper but quinn heard her loud and clear. “i’m sorry–”

“don’t– i don’t want an apology cause i know you don’t mean it. why? why would you keep something so important to yourself? why wouldn’t you tell me? you know i would’ve stepped up, been there for you both–”

“that's exactly why, quinn! you would be so willing to drop everything, to end your career for us, for me. i didn’t want that, i couldn’t live with myself if that had happened! you can hate me for that, i don’t care, but you will not sacrifice your career to be a part of her life.” she wiped a stray tear, quinn staying quiet. “i will not stop you from being a part of her life, and i won’t force you either. i understand if you choose not to be around. i don’t blame you.”

“of course i want to be around.” quinn had tried to maintain eye contact, his eyes examining her face. he meant what he said, he wanted to be a part of his daughter’s life. he wanted to be a part of her life. 

“quinn, please.” she looked at him, “don’t feel like you need to do this. we are fine on our own.”

“i’m serious.” he held a straight face, “i want to be a part of both of your lives.” this cracked a smile on her face. she tried to hide it, dipping her head toward the ground. she put the cigarette out, flicking the butt. “when’s your shift over?”

“about an hour. would you like to meet her?” she began to walk back into the diner, quinn nodding as he followed. “ellie is kind of shy, you just have to be patient.” quinn shuffled in behind her, a smile gracing their faces at the sight of luke and ellie eating and coloring.

“oh hey, quinn! ellie was just showing me her art. i think she might be the next picasso!” quinn shared a look with his ex, a laugh bubbling up. he looked at the scribbles on the paper, a proud look on ellie’s face. 

quinn watched as his youngest brother happily colored with his daughter, a content smile on his face. he may have been thrown into a whole new world, but he could definitely get used to this.

#angelicsoka #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes #nhl imagine #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #nhl fic #hockey

[the7thheroine]

Treech x reader part 5/5

I do genuinely hope that by having some treech content will lead to other creators making some too so there’s something I can read too 😭

Im going to continue the story onto my wattpad 😋 so be ready for that, but this is all that will be uploaded onto tumblr.

“He will kill you, when he returns from district 4.” Mr Highbottom said slowly, gently flicking open the lid to one of his drinks.

“You don’t know that, snow is-”

“Coriolanus snow is always the winner, and now Treech has been declared the proper winner that makes you the proper mentor winner.” He interrupts sharply letting out a nose through his breath.

“And without the prize? If you were to, per se mysteriously go missing or, die. He’d be entitled to the money more than you.” He says almost, amused.

You could feel your blood go cold, Snow, someone you could have considered your friend, your ally at chance, could kill you, or hurt you. And Treech could there for be hurt, if you didn’t come back he’d see it as you abandoning him by not writing.

“And, where is he now?.. Snow I mean.” You say nervously twisting your hands. You look at Mr Highbottom.

“He’s on the train to district 12, but from what I’ve heard, he’s managed to snag a position to district 12 to see his songbird.” He murmurs picking up a pen beginning to write. “You have one opportunity, only one. You can stay here, risk when he comes back having him kill you, or you leave. We wipe your name from the system, the school, your home, everywhere. And you go with your tribute to district 7.” He says putting down the pen ripping a piece of paper and offering it to you.

“What is it.” You reach out taking the piece of paper from his hands, a ticket.

“A one way ticket to district 7, under the guise of you needing to work on something in the Capitol and are now heading back home.” He says looking into your eyes. “One chance, to stop one large risk.” He says simply.

“And if I go, what about my friends? My family? Sejanus?” You worry staring down at the ticket.

“Sejanus’s is on the train alongside Snow, your friends won’t even remember you existed in a few years, from what I’ve heard to, Dr Gaul wants to erase the tapes, erase this years history.”

You frown. Staring at Mr Highbottom. If you go, your safe from the risk of Snow coming for you, your with Treech permanently, but your friends, everyone will be forced to forget your existence.

“And if I go… your certain snow won’t come for me?” You question looking nervously at his face.

“I can’t promise it but, but it buys you time. Enough for you to get old, live a life.” He says turning towards the stack of paperwork on his desk.

“I’ll go.”

It’s quiet, the darkness has enclosed the academy now leaving you alone in the wake of the early morning. You had a small bag packed. Filled with simple clothes, and a few belongings. You were given a cloak covering your face and hair. You turn to look up, on the next floor was Treeches room. By now he’d be awake, considering in a couple of hours he’d be leaving to the train station.

Quietly you clamber up the stairs knocking on the oak door.

“Who’s there?” You hear him call, you take a deep breath pushing the door open.

“You’re here, you came back..” he whispers moving to you wrapping his arms around you. “What did that teacher say to you? You didn’t come back after so I was worried about you..” he says unwrapping one arm from you to cup your face.

“I’m ok treech, it’s just, I have to leave. Leave the academy, leave the Capitol.” You frown looking up into his eyes.

“What? What do you- your leaving? What the hell where are you going?” He says stunned taking a step back from you looking you over as his gaze drifts to your hand where a ticket still sits.

“I’m going to district 7, any history of me here is being erased, I’ll be killed by snow if I.. if I stay..” your brows furrow as you feel tears begin to overflow from your eyes.

“Hey… hey don’t cry.” He reaches his hands out brushing the tears from your face his eyes furrowing. “You’re coming with me to 7?” He says as the realisation sinks in.

“Everything about me here won’t exist anymore. No one will ever see me.. or he’ll even know me.” You say pushing the tears out of your face as you sniffle

“That’s.. god that’s awful.” He says his eyes no longer meeting yours. “So.. you’re leaving now, with me.” He says hopefully his hands going to your shoulders.

“Yes, yes I guess I am.” You say looking back at him, his face had changed since you first saw him, his dark curls no longer matted but nicely styled and neatly resting under his hat. His eyes once dark and cold, were now brighter and warmer. His skin no longer marked from small bruises and injuries but now a tanned olive as it was before.

“You’re staring at me..” he murmurs his hands moving to grab you closer. “Sorry, it’s just, you’re so different.” You smile gently moving your hands to his cheeks caressing them. “You mean I was an asshole?” He says quirking a brow. “No. I mean it, you weren’t! You were just.. scared..” you immediately answer.

“We better go, we have an hour before the train leaves and, you know the way better then me..” he says leaning down to pick his bag up before then grabbing yours. “You don’t have to do that.” You say giggling at him. He rolls his eyes before nodding to the door. “My hands are full, you need to open the door.” He says furrowing his brows. You nod and pull the doors open.

‘This is it.’ You take a deep breath as treech begins to leave through the doors turning to you. “Come on now, we need to go..” he calls to you gesturing for you to follow.

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THE END OMG?? Thanks for the support gang also this chapter is super duper short but yah know what who cares. 😋

@5utumn HUGE THANKS TO YOU FOR UR HELP AND IDEAS AND ALSO MOTIVATING ME TO WRITE <3333

The original idea was snow kills the reader and takes the money leaving treech vulnerable and at risk but icl i was a bit lazy and decided to change it. 😊

Again like I said, I want this story to encourage people to read this and be inspired to read and write more for treech because he’s actually my fav so if you read this, PLEASE WRITE MORE FOR TREECH.

#treech #treech x reader #tbosbas #tbosbas x reader #treech tbosbas #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #snow x reader #coriolanus x reader

[ornii]

Now You’re Really Beautiful Overthinking, Kate

(And So is Yelena)

Christmas was slowly climbing closer and closer in New York. Many were preparing to celebrate with friends and family, (Y/n) on the other hand, wasn’t.

Walking along the sidewalk of Queens he tapped away on his phone, he cut down a shortcut and to another burrow. Taking one step an arrow flew, he halted as it hit the wall next to him. Attached to the arrow was a scroll, it unfolds to reach “Hey! With a smiling emoji drawn on it. He raised an eyebrow, almost reaching for his pistol. He trails his eyes over to the origin of the shooter. He peers over to the rooftop across that gives a good view of the area below. It was Kate, she gives a small wave at him. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow, he looks back at the arrow and message.

“Why did she send—“ he muttered, before another arrow hits right after the first. It also has a message, reading “Cocoa?” She asks, he then looks back at her again, frowning. She has an awkward smile, and (Y/n) sighs and nods, Kate has a pretty victorious smile and heads downstairs.

The two sit on the rooftop of her college. Sitting on a pair of pretty lazy boy chairs, both looking at the Stane tower.

“So, you decided to shoot an arrow for shits and giggles? And broke the tower?” (Y/n) shook his head and sipped his cocoa. Kate looks down at her cocoa pretty sheepishly.

“Well I thought it would have been fine ya know, just ring the bell and show off a little, and I kinda.. broke everything in it.” She quickly sips her cocoa and (Y/n) looks back at the tower. “Although.. fantastic shot.” He sips again, and Kate slowly looks up at him.

“Super reckless and dumb yeah.. but to make it with that angle and the trajectory, takes real skill. You definitely got the stuff.” Kate was actually speechless, he’s rare he gives anybody praise. Kate blinked a few times before looking at the tower.

“Just.. stay cool, stay cool” she said to herself and tried to play it off, “Yeah I’m.. actually proud of myself for that one too, even if it did get my credit cards frozen.”

“Really? Well if your training goes well this afternoon I guess I can treat you to a road trip or something. Is that what young adults do?” He said, “.. You’re asking me?” She replies.

“You’re the only person I know around my age, so yeah.” He said pretty casually.

“You.. don’t have any friends?” She said, he shrugged calmly.

“Don’t need them, plus finding friends in my line of work..” he trails off, and Kate gets it.

“Oh, yeah that.. that makes sense. But you .. you, never had any friends?”

“Of course I did, but when I went to S.H.I.E.L.D, that sort of faded into the back, now a mercenary for hire, and a lack of parents that are proud of me.” (Y/n) looked down, considering much for a moment, Kate bit her lip for a moment.

“I know that feeling…” she admits, “My dad he—“

“Died. Battle in New York.” (Y/n) said, surprising Kate by his knowledge. “Clint told me.. I’m sorry.” He stands up, finishing his cocoa.

“I’m uh.. kinda bad at conversations like this so, I’ll see you later.” (Y/n) walked off, as he headed down the stairs he slams his head into the wall. “God that was.. so dumb why did I say that?!” He screams in his head. (Y/n) wildly entered his apartment complex and opened the door. Dark, he calmly walked into his apartment and stopped for a moment, he took a deep breath and calmly took his pistol out the holster, and with a quick motion he aimed his handgun right at the dinner table. Flicking on the lights he was greeted by an old friend.

(Y/n)’s eyes gazed on her, beautiful in every way, Yelena.

“Good, I was waiting for you to get here. Pasta?” She points to a pot of pasta on his stove. (Y/n) frowns, and turns back to her.

“I don’t have any pasta.. did.. did you break into my apartment , go out to buy groceries, break back into my apartment to cook pasta?” (Y/n) shook his head.

“Potentially.. you were taking too long with your girlfriend.”

“Kate? She’s not my—“

“The way you were trying to be sympathetic about her father, you’re terrible at it, I should know I was a victim of it firsthand.” Yelena was (Y/n)’s first love, or something like that. He lowers the gun and angrily holsters it.

“Thanks for calling my affection some sort of evil thing.”

“You’re welcome.” She replies, “So, visiting New York?” He takes the other chair and slides it back to sit down.

“Perhaps, maybe the New Statue of Liberty, Harlem, your bedroom, oh and Times Square, I hear Americans love that, and the pizza they have hear, i heard it good.” Yelena eats some pasta, her eyes still locked with his. “So.. you aren’t here for anyone here?”

“I heard you’re talking with Clint again.”

“Barton..” (Y/n) says. “You want to talk to him?”

“Oh no no no no, I want to.. kill. Yes kill him” (y/n) stopped moving and stared at her, she was always so calm about things like this. (Y/n) slowly leaned in.

“What’s this about Yelena?” (Y/n) asked, a look of disgust and anger was on her face to his question.

“So… he never told you?..”

“Told me about what?”

“…About Natasha..”

#male reader #reader x marvel #marvel #yelena belova #yelena my beloved #yelena black widow #yelena x reader #Yelena x male reader #yelena boleva #Yelena Belova x male reader

[experimentfae]

Finn mertens x GN! Reader

Oneshot

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You left Up-Ton to go visit OOO and right now you were loving it, you even found a little bar at the candy kingdom that have’s all types of creatures.

“What would you like? newcomer.” You looked to see a, dirt jar guy? I’m (y/n) I’ll have a (drink choice).” “On it.” He went to go make you’re drink you looked around the area more you then see an another human he walked around were you were but didn’t seem to notice you yet.

“Give me the usual.” “Has a tough day on another adventure?” Asked dirt jar guy “yep dirt root beer guy, me and Charlie fought these evil cactus monsters it was nuts.” Explained the man you assume is an adventurer.

“Let me get that started then.” Spoke dirt root beer guy you’re eye’s trained back to the adventurer “I know that you don’t know me, but can you tell me what are the good parts of OOO I never been here and it seems like you know you’re way around here.”

He smiled “no worry I love helping I’m Finn mertens.” This made your widen “you’re Finn?!” Wow you look just like Minerva.” He chuckled “yeah I get that a lot, what’s your name?” This made you feel embarrassed you forget to tell your name “oh right sorry I’m (y/n).” He smiled “that’s a nice name.” “Thanks.” He then took another gulp from his drink, then turn is attention back to you.

“I’ll tell you the goods parts, you already know the candy kingdom is a cool place to see, and there’s a bear kingdom they party all the time.” He continued to talk about each place you should visit, the more intrigued you became of OOO.

“Wow they all sound amazing, gonna take me a while To see it all.” He laughed “yeah I have been here all my life and I still haven’t seen it all.” We both chuckled at that.

“Here you guys go.” Dirt root beer guy handed you guys drinks “thank glob been dying for this.” He admitted gulping down the drink. You two continued to make small talk until you decide to head out.

“I gotta leave to my vacation house I’m staying at for now.” You then left the money on the counter “yeah hope to see you around.” He agreed watching as you left.

You traveled at some places Finn recommended than you saw Finn again at the magic market. “Wow (y/n) didn’t think we see each other so soon.” You felt happiness sore through you when you saw him which took you by surprise “yeah I’m glad to see you again, I’m surprised myself.”

He smiled “yeah it’s funny, I was thinking about you.” You blushed “you… were?” You saw him blushing a little too “yeah i wanted to get to know you more.” You smiled “well you can have my number.” Finn eyes widen and a smile grew on his face “y-yeah that would be mathematical.” You both told each other’s numbers.

“So wanna possibly buy some magical items together.” He suggested wanting you to say yes “yeah I’ll love that.” You too hang actually getting too know each other more, after the day you were pleased to get a magic rings and a cute guy’s phone number.

You and Finn have been talking over the phone for a couple of months you occasionally visits OOO you thought of making plans to move there, you felt that OOO was more of you’re life style you desire.

You looked at your phone to see that Finn was calling you, you put him as (bear man) due to his hat of course, you clicked the button to answer “hey Finn what shaking?” “Nothing much but I wanted to… ask you something, it’s cool if you don’t want to.” You grabbed the nail clippers beginning to clip your toe nails. “I need to know what it is to answer first.” You chuckled out he laughed as well.

“Right sorry um… I was wondering if you wanna but he said the last part quietly “Finn I didn’t hear the last part.” You were hoping it was what you thought it was, it was hard hiding you’re feeling these three months.

“I said if you wanted to go on a… date.” He seemed extremely nervous but your heart burst in pure joy “Of course I would love to.” “Wow awesome an about tomorrow on 9:00 at the drive in theater, sounds like a plan? “Yeah definitely.” You assured Finn “rad, can’t wait for tomorrow bye (y/n).” You smiled “bye Finn.”

When he hanged up the phone you immediately ran around your home, looking for a nice but simple outfit eventually you found a perfect outfit. “Nice this going to be awesome, let’s hope I don’t do anything cringy.”

Next day at 8:30 pm

You got on your outfit at you were heading around the woods looking for the place thankfully Finn told you the location, you see that you’re at the drive in movie theater already “I made it faster than I thought.” You looked around to see if you find Finn but you couldn’t, “it’s still early.” you waited seeing couples go into the theater. You looked again to see that it’s almost 9:00.

“What time does this movie start.” You whispered to yourself, while glancing around you found a sign that said movie starts at 9:15 you looked at your time to see 9:12! “Glob why is time going so fast!? Where are you Finn.” As if the universe heard your call you heard Finn yelling “(y/n)! I’m so sorry I lost track of time during a battle between me and this turtle snake monster hybrid!”

You looked to see Finn in a great outfit and he seemed to have something behind his back”oh what you got there?” He seemed to be in a daze looking at you “Finn?” This got him out of his trance “sorry you just really mathematical.” You felt your face begin to flush “I got you these.”

He showed you a… chicken bouquet!? “I didn’t know if you liked flowers but I know you like food, so I figured why not get you this instead.” You smiled you immediately knew that he was the one “no one has down this for me before.” You smiled noticing that the chicken was heart shaped “I glad you like them, we should head in the movie is starting.”

You both go in taking your seat on top of the truck, as you guys watched the movie, you and him were eating the chicken “these are good where did you get this from?” “Got them from this shop seemed to be selling romance junk.”

You hummed continued to eat the chicken until you felt Finn wrap his arms around you pulling you close. Your face flushed again not even realizing Finn got close, but you happily leaned your head on his shoulder.

As stereotypical as it was you genuinely felt like your stomach had butterflies inside, you wonders if his stomach felt the same. Before you two know it the movie was coming to an end and the chicken bouquet was completely gone.

“That’s was delicious but I definitely need something to drink.” “Yeah we should, there some slushy’s at the shop over there.” After the movie was done he’d you guys left to the shop.

You guys got your slushy’s “this hits the spot.” You groaned out thankfully they got your favorite flavor “you could say that again.” After drinking the slushy’s Finn had an idea “before you go I want to take on a small adventure.”

This surprised you “at this time of night?” “Come on, no worry it’s not dangerous.” Well you don’t have anything else better to do “alright Finn take me to adventure.” a smile grew on his face and he held your hand.

As you let him drag you to his next location you saw that you were at a pond “huh?” You looked around to see notice big firefly’s and Finn walked towards one “wait Finn I think you- he immediately grabbed the firefly without a second thought and shook it.

This bewildered you which could only make you watch the interaction, he stopped and you two watch has the firefly throw up raindbow fire that becomes rainbow glitter that seem to stay in the air around you.

“Wow what the Ba-nay- nay.” You whispered in amazement you then see Finn talks out cassette player “so what do you think?” He asked “it’s amazing Finn I didn’t even know you could do that.” He then begin to play the cassette and you heard it was a pretty romantic song. “Can I have this dance?” He reached his hands out waiting for your answer.

“Of course.” You blushed getting into his arms and wrapping your arms around him as well, You two dance while looking at the glitter that shimmered around you two. You Almost felt like this was meant to happen.

“Thank you for an amazing date Finn.” “No need to thank me I wanted to do this.” He stated. You didn’t want the night to end feeling happy that you knew, you found the one.

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#adventure time x reader #finn x reader #finn mertens #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanfic #finn mertens x reader #adventure time #finn adventure time

[jjsstars]

twrpcharacterofthemonth: scott & erica

|| for @teenwolfrarepairevents event

|| tags: trans fem scott, trans fem erica, he/him pronouns for Scott, coming out, conversations about being trans/scott figuring herself out, erica’s deadname is mentioned but she’s the one saying it

“Hey Erica can I um- talk to you about something?” The blonde nods easily to Scott, motioning him to sit down next to where she’s lounging on Derek’s couch- after the training they did this morning she thinks a little rest is absolutely necessary.

“What’s up Scotty?” His head ducks away with a sheepish smile at the nickname that makes Erica grin.

“Y’know how you’re trans…”

“Yes Scott I’m pretty aware that I’m trans.” A furious blush runs across Scott’s cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut and nods at Erica’s teasing tone.

“Sorry. I just- I mean- are you comfortable talking about it with me?” Something in Erica’s chest softens when she takes in the nervous look on Scott’s face and his pheromones throwing a waft of worry her way.

“Course, we’re friends so I’ll have no problem telling you off if you say something stupid.” She smirks and feels how Scott eases the smallest bit.

“Right, course, I don’t wanna like offend you or anything, just tell me to shut up y’know.”

“Scott just talk to me, it’s alright I won’t judge and I’m pretty comfortable answering any questions.” After coming out at the ripe age of seven, Erica’s gotten very used to invading questions or hour long discussions back and forth about her gender, and she knows Scott won’t be nearly as abrasive as people in the past.

“I um just wanted to know what made you know? Like what made you think you weren’t a boy?” She had a suspicion this conversation would go this way, and that this conversation would happen at some point. The longer she’s gotten to know Scott the more signs she sees in his behavior and while she’d never push or think she could never be wrong about what she’s seen- she’s been silently waiting to talk to Scott about this.

“My name was the first thing, I don’t know if you remember but it was Edward which is just- yuck even now. But I always wanted something prettier, and my hair longer, and girls clothes instead of boys, and I was always envious of the girls in class. I used to sit and stare at them wishing I could look like that.” Not that she had any idea what envy was in year two but she definitely knew she felt all types of twisted up when her mother would tell her she couldn’t have her hair that long or get the cool light up princess shoes the girls in class had.

“Oh.” Something she said must’ve struck Scott as his brow is furrowed and teeth dug into his bottom lip.

“Can I ask why you’re asking? You don’t have to tell me but, I’m here.” Her voice drops to something soft, the same tone she brings out when Isaac wakes up from nightmares, or when Boyd stresses himself out with school and needs a reminder to take a break, hell- she even reminds Derek to go get some sleep at times.

“I think I sit and stare at Lydia a lot.” Scott’s eyes don’t meet Erica’s as he speaks but she gives a faint smile anyways, reaching to take his hand in hers.

“She is really pretty.” And definitely one of the girls that Erica caught herself staring at when she was younger. Lydia has always been gorgeous, always sure of herself, that energy was captivating and she can’t imagine how much more it is for Scott since they’re friends.

“She wears a lot of colored tights and dresses and her hairs like super long and she wears this sweet perfume that’s so girly it stays in my nose for hours and- sorry. I- I didn’t mean to ramble like that.” One of Scott’s hands runs down his face but Erica shakes her head.

“It’s okay. Do you want to wear colored tights and sweet perfume?” It takes a moment of hesitation before Scott nods but there’s a grin he’s trying to hide that makes Erica’s whole chest warm.

“Maybe not as fancy as the ones Lydia wears but yeah, I do.”

“Then we should buy you some colored tights and sweet perfume and dresses.” She states while standing to put her hands on her hips and laughs a little at the surprised blink Scott gives.

“Right now?”

“Right now Scotty.”

“I like when you call me that.”

“C’mon Scotty, we got clothes to buy.” Erica extends a hand towards Scott that’s quickly taken as a brighter smile breaks over Scott’s face.

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[slutfor-fictionalmen]

Thinking of a series or at least 3 chapters of an internally!softer! Ghost and a super smart/ strong headed! Reader who works on their mission routes and tactical strategies, they obviously like eachother but won’t say anything (for now)

A little suggestive below cut but more of a preview!

Your head is pounding from the strain on your eyes, overtime has kicked your ass, even with help you’ve gotten, your entire life has been your work.

“Oh fuck me!” a rumble of laughter escapes the man next to you as you change positions.

“You can say that again.” a sigh escapes your lips as you close your laptop as violently as you can without causing harm to it, after all, why would you cause harm to something you saved up for months to buy even though work has more use of it then you do .

“Si, do we really have to do this?” His screen closes shortly after.

“Do you want to continue having a job cause these reports are just as important as my fieldwork love.”

“Maybe its time for me to find a new fucking job,” you grumble. Your misery incites another laugh out of the man,

“Hey let me know when you do that ill be right behind you.”

“The government would sooner kill both of our families and us than let us go, the misfortune of being too valuable i fear,” you turn over and face him attempting to lessen the twinge in your back with a new position.

“Ah, too bad you’re too amazing.”

“Yeah yeah smooth talker you're just trying to butter me up, get me to do your reports for you, I won't be tricked, not again that is.” His calloused hand touches yours releasing a breath that you were unaware you were holding.

“It’s nice to be with you again you know ,” you hold his hand, squeezing gently, “to talk to you and not have to worry about whether or not you’re going to die in a few minutes.”

“You know me better than to worry about that, what kind of man of the 141 would I be if I'm not evading death at all turns, gonna take a lot more than some pesky bullets to take me out darling.”

A dry chuckle escapes your mouth “I’ll hold you to that.”

You play the memory over in your brain, again, and again, and again. Your brain was flooded with thoughts of simon, his hands, his chest, the way his eyes crinkled under his mask when you make him laugh. The way your interactions were always so calm, so intimate. His talk of marriage, of future, how he hopes love but has the worst love life of anyone you know.

You cant say more for yourself, failed dates, hookups, and your fair share of blind dates you often felt as if the love you craved is out of your reach, it doesn’t exist. Or it didn’t until you met a tall intimidating man that ruined any prospective males for you without even knowing the damage he’s inflicted, the nights you’ve spent dreaming of him, his smile. Everything from what your wedding would be like to what he’d look like between your thighs, him finally being the one to pull his name from your lips and not your vibrator that’s worked double time since you’ve gotten closer to the man.

You shake your head at the thought, forcibly ridding it from your brain before you dive deeper into a fantasy with the man standing next to you, going over plans for their next mission, protocols and resources, how long they’re expecting to be away and where they should be to come back. You briefly wonder if you should have said yes, what ghost would have said if you actually quit, maybe you would have run from the law together, or maybe you would have been stuck back in this very room as deserters, you allow your mind to focus on the more positive side before you zone back into work.

~

Simon’s thoughts have been everywhere but focused today, he’s known lust, he’s even known obsession, but never something like this. He’s a professional, a killer, he’s trained to withstand torture but he can’t stand you on his mind without going crazy with the need to fuck his fist, picturing your soft mound, wondering how your thick thighs and tight pussy would squeeze around him if he told you all the dirty thoughts he had while you bent over the table to emphasize an evacuation route if anything goes wrong. You were a strategist, a smart, beautiful, highly respected woman who earned every role you had, every medal you earned, and yet he can’t stop thinking about how many times you’d need to cum before he can get that beautiful brain to slow down.

He’d feel guilty if his thick cock wasn’t pressing painfully against the zipper of his uniform disrupting any thoughts he could have potentially had.

“Enter Ghost, through this wall, try not to use too many grenades, as much as we want the base destroyed, we don’t want you inside of it.” You look out of the corner of your eye till you hear a deep grunt indicating his reception to your words.

His eyes don’t leave you, he loves your voice but his brain is on everything but this mission, he almost wants to tell you to have more faith in him, he’d always come home to you, after all when has he ever let you down?

“You’ve gone over this at least 3 times, why don’t you let us get this done? We promise we’ll be good.” Soap says with a hand over his heart and the other in the air, a cheesy promise to you inciting scattered chuckles from various teammates around the room.

You sigh in defeat, “follow my orders, or at least try to…. Please,” you shut off the screen and turn to the group but make an effort to look at Simon, “ Come home safe for me.”

His eyes bore into you as he internally promises just as he always does “I Will.”

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[beautifulchris]

love potion

pairing: seo changbin x gn!reader

wc: 4,9k

featuring: bang chan, lee minho, victon’s subin, the boyz’s haknyeon, i-dle’s soyeon, bts’ jeongguk, got7’s yugyeom, golden child’s donghyun

summary: changbin has been your best friend for years now, harboring feelings for you. on the other hand, you’re too absorbed by the cute hufflepuff quidditch fan to notice.

genres: hogwarts!au, best friends to lovers!au, slytherin!changbin, slytherin!reader, fluff, humor (i tried)

tw: swearing, food, jealousy

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

tag list: @badwithten @soobin-chois @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

“BINNIE!!” you yelled as soon as you spotted your black haired best friend in the crowd at the train station.

Just when he was turning to face you, you crashed into him, and he had to use every strength in his body to not fall over. He held you tight while gently patting your back. Once on the train, you talked about your respective summertime until you arrived at Hogwarts. It was your fifth year for both of you, and you were excited.

“Class started three days ago and I already have four parchments to write plus two exams next week. I know the O.W.L.S. are important but this is straight up overworking poor fifteen years olds. I’m still not over my summer holidays.”

You let out a deep sigh, pushing yourself deeper atop the table, your left cheek on your crossed arms.

Changbin chuckled next to you. “I don’t want to imagine how you’ll react in a few months when we won’t be able to breathe because we’ll crumble under an astronomical amount of homework.”

You straightened your back, eyes wide, then whined and got back to your previous position. “I have astronomy class tonight… how will I survive?”

Your best friend scoffed while rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be there.”

“I won’t survive this year,” you mumbled, eyes closed.

“You’re being overdramatic.”

Of course, you were. People only needed to spend ten minutes with you to know. Changbin liked this side of you, it was always fun to him, how you could say dramatic stuff while looking this cute. You’ll never catch him say that out loud, though.

A few weeks later, Changbin was on his way to his first Quidditch practice with his teammates —you were accompanying them— when a group of Gryffindors came to him, fifth year Haknyeon leading.

“Hey Changbin,” he called, “I bet I’m faster than you on a broom.”

“Is that why I’m on the Quidditch team and you’re not?” he retorted. A few teammates laughed.

Haknyeon scoffed, visibly upset. Then shrugged. “I’ll try not to humiliate you too much.”

“Why don’t you let your broom do the talking? I’m ready to fly whenever you are,” Changbin smirked.

“I’ve seen Haknyeon practice for hours on the Training Grounds,” Yugyeom, beater of your House, whispered to the team.

“Come on, you can win this with your eyes closed,” a Gryffindor encouraged his housemate.

“If the referee asks, I don’t condone this,” Soyeon, captain of the Slytherin team, warned with her hands up.

Changbin and Haknyeon prepared for the race, getting on their brooms.

“Loser buys the butterbeer. That’s you, Ju.”

Ju Haknyeon tsked and you approached your best friend. “Please, don’t end up in the Hospital Wing, Binnie.”

“I thought you had more faith in me,” he winked.

You moved back, rolling your eyes amusedly as they started the race.

“This is the race I didn’t know I wanted,” a Gryffindor said excitedly.

It was tight, until Haknyeon decided to push Changbin. They were going straight to a statue and didn’t seem to realize it. Changbin avoided it with ease though, while Haknyeon wasn’t so lucky, his robes getting caught in the lance’s statue. He kept flying and his robes ripped apart. Your best friend arrived safely on the ground and a few moments later, Haknyeon arrived as well, throwing his broom on the floor in frustration.

Changbin’s teammates were laughing, even Soyeon was giggling. “It was really fun to watch, but we have practice,” Jeongguk, the second beater, announced.

“It was a good race,” Changbin proposed his hand for Haknyeon to shake, which he did.

“It was. Next time I’ll win, though.”

“We’ll see about that. Don’t forget you owe me that butterbeer!”

You all left for the Quidditch Pitch; the team for practice, you to cheer on Changbin from the stands. He always said it helped him do better. So you used practice to do your homework, but always ended up sidetracking, due to a fervent Quidditch fan going to a lot of practices from every house. You often wondered if Subin was twenty four hours in the stands. I mean, you wouldn’t complain, because Subin was a pretty cute Hufflepuff that was always cheering on everyone.

Second Saturday of December, you went to Hogsmeade with your best friend.

“Binnie,” you called from the scarves alley, “how about this one?” He was sitting on a fir green leather bench next to the fitting room in Gladrags Wizardwear, the clothing shop of Hogsmeade.

“Now that is a pretty scarf. Emerald and silver stripes, nice and simple. You see, the purple one wasn’t really going well with the green of your tie and robes.”

“You’re right, I’ll take it,” you smiled.

You turned around and when your eyes landed on someone outside, you stopped yourself and stared, a shy smile on your face. Changbin curiously got up then followed your gaze but, upon seeing nothing, was confused by your behavior.

“What’s going on?”

“Subin walked past and smiled at me,” you beamed.

“Oh, I see. Better pay for the scarf and go if you want to talk to him, then.”

Yes, you had an embarrassing crush on the cutest Hufflepuff ever. Have you talked to him before? Eh. Made a whole conversation? Now, let’s not get over ourselves. He just always smiled when he caught you staring or when you bumped into each other in the hallways. He was just so sweet.

“I still can’t believe you fell for a smile.”

“Those are powerful things, you know?”

Oh, he knew alright. He fell for yours.

“I can’t believe this guy! Five gallions a scarf? It better lasts until the end of my school years,” you huffed loudly, putting away your wallet.

“Stop whining, you bought it anyway.”

“Well yeah, I need to stay warm this winter.”

“Remind me again why you’re buying it now?” His tone was teasing, making your eyes roll.

“A crup destroyed it yesterday during care of magical creatures class but I’m sure you don’t need a reminder,” you answered bitterly. You remembered how his laugh was louder than everyone else’s.

“You’re right. That was so funny.”

You had the urge to smack him but stopped yourself. “Stop mocking me, it was the scarf or my face!”

You didn’t spot Subin again that day, but Haknyeon did buy Changbin butterbeer like promised.

Classes were hard, but you were holding up just fine, compared to your whines the first week. Sometimes you were even a little too enthusiastic, like with the crup.

Now, the only pet that terrorized everyone but Changbin and you is his scops owl, Yogi. He loved you, somehow, while he could tear apart another student just because he walked too close to it for comfort.

Actually, it happened before.

Once.

First year. Yogi was on Changbin’s shoulder as he was walking to the owlery, when a student —was he a Ravenclaw? Probably a 3rd year at the time— bumped into his shoulder by accident. Right before Changbin could do anything, Yogi flew to the guy, lacerated his clothes and skin while giving him pecks, all the while flying around him. The poor Ravenclaw tried to cover his head with his arms.

After a few seconds, Changbin realized the gravity of the situation. He called Yogi who flew right back on his owner’s shoulder, not without barking in the boy’s direction.

The latter slowly dropped his arms on his sides and got up, visibly upset. “He tried to kill me!!”

“Yeah he does that, sorry! It’s nothing personal,” Changbin shrugged. “I suggest you go to the infirmary, dude, it’s not looking good.” He gestured to the upper body of the 3rd year who left in a hurry, a big frown on his face.

Since that day, Yogi stayed in the owlery to avoid having the whole school at Changbin’s throat because of his tiny and aggressive pet. He was happy, though, he could make friends and leave whenever and wherever, instead of being kept in a room full of hormones and sweat. I mean, the choice was quickly made.

The fifth match opposing Slytherin to Hufflepuff was coming soon, and you knew Subin was going to be there. So, as the skilled-at-potion-teenage-witch-in-love you were, your great idea was to induce chocolate chip cookies with a love potion and offer them to him after the match.

“It’s a love potion, what could possibly go wrong?” you whispered to yourself over your cauldron.

I could give you a list.

You purposely kept your plan to yourself, knowing what your best friend would say —and rightfully so, might I add— about the dangers of love potions, but really the most dangerous was amortentia, which was why you chose another one. The potion you decided to make was supposed to bring to the surface already existing feelings, not create an infatuation or obsession. You knew love couldn’t be created by a potion, and you didn’t want that either. Also, it wouldn’t last really long, just two to three hours, enough time for someone to confess their feelings.

Thinking about your best friend, though, you decided to make regular cookies to congratulate him on his next win —you were persuaded Slytherin would win. Once ready, you put them in different bags, naming them ‘S’ for Subin and ‘Q’ for the Quidditch team.

On the day of the match, you walked proudly in the direction of the Quidditch pitch with your potion-induced cookies in one hand and the normal ones in the other.

Arriving at the changing room, you entered with your eyes closed —who knew what you could witness— and called for Changbin.

“Scared of seeing a few muscles, Y/N?” You recognized Jeongguk’s joking voice.

A hand took your wrist and gently pulled you outside before you could reply.

“Is that cookies? For me?”

As you opened your eyes, you saw Changbin reaching for one bag, but you were quick to dodge his hand. “You’ll have to win first.”

“See you soon, then,” he spoke to the cookies with a smirk.

“I came to say good luck. You’re gonna win easily.” He thanked you with a hug.

“Who’s the second bag for?” your best friend asked, and you turned your head in embarrassment. “Let me guess. Subin?”

“Not so loud!” you whisper-shouted as you put your hand over his mouth, having now both bags in the other one.

“Too late.” You turned around super fast, losing your grip on the bags in the process. But no one was behind you. “I was joking,” he laughed, “your face was priceless. We’ll definitely win this match.”

He left you to join his team who was calling for him and you picked up the bags, realizing some cookies were broken. “I should be hexing you!” you shouted but wasn’t sure he heard. You walked up to the stands, searching for familiar faces.

The cookies safely installed in your robes’ pockets, you sat next to your Slytherin friends and watched as the Hufflepuff’s team came flying on the pitch. Next was your house. Changbin was already showing off his flying skills by swirling and spinning around the area. He stopped in front of you and gave you a thumbs up, which, despite the trick he pulled only minutes prior, you mirrored. You could never hate him, even if you tried.

Ten minutes into the match, Juyeon, one of Hufflepuff”s beaters, sent a bludger to your house’s keeper, San. Changbin was quick to borrow Yugyeom’s bat to send the bludger away before it could touch San. You heard someone in the crowd say: “Wow, Changbin is not only fast, he’s pretty strong too.” Damn right.

Your house won 190 to 140. It was time Changbin caught the snitch, or it would’ve been embarrassing for everyone. As promised, you went back to the changing room to deliver the cookies.

“You did so good,” you excitedly said as Changbin took the bag from your hand. “You can share with everyone, I made a lot.”

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best.”

“You are!” Soyeon chimed in.

“Come on, go talk to your crush. I just saw him leave,” he urged you, pushing you out of the changing room. When you turned around, he wasn’t there anymore.

Subin was walking back to the castle, a little pout on his face. You ran up to him, and called his name. When he saw you, he smiled. “Y/N, hey. What’s up?”

“I, uh, wanted to give you these cookies,” you sheepishly said as you handed him the second bag. He reached for them as he thanked you. “And I’m sorry you guys didn’t win. But, for what it’s worth, you’re first in the course for the House Cup.”

“Thank you, Y/N, it’s really kind of you. Your house team played well, and Changbin is a really skilled seeker.”

“He is,” you acquiesced with a proud smile. Finally, Subin opened the bag and took a relatively complete cookie. “Sorry, I dropped them earlier…”

“No problem, they still look good.” Ah, this smile. Pretty cute. He started chewing, and you kept your eyes on him, waiting for a reaction. “Wow, it’s fantastic!”

“You think?” Your cheeks felt hot, he loved your cookies. One win.

“Really, it’s the best cookie I’ve ever tasted. Which oddly reminds me I have to talk to someone. Thank you again for the cookies, Y/N!” With that, he accidentally dropped the bag and ran to the castle. With fast reflexes, you caught it before it could reach the floor.

You were confused. Did it not work? There was still the ‘S’ written in black on the transparent bag. Did you make a mistake when naming the bags? A vision of horror crossed your mind as you sprinted back to the changing room. You prepared yourself for the worst when entering the room, but nothing seemed weird. Everyone was finishing changing in a good mood. So, either you didn’t exchange the bags and Subin felt nothing for you or no one here liked anyone—you lowkey preferred this second suggestion.

When Changbin saw you, he frowned and approached you. “Are you okay? How did it go?”

“Good, he liked my cookies,” you tried to smile but after running so much, you puffed a bit.

“Then why do you still have them, then?”

“Oh? Right, he, uh, gave them back.”

“That’s not polite,” he said without a shadow of a smile. Was that a clenched jaw?

“He didn’t do it on purpose, I promise.”

“What do you mean? How can you not give back a gift on purpose?” Great question, funny story.

“It’s… complicated.”

Your best friend huffed. “I’ll show him.” He took his stuff and left the changing room under the whole Slytherin Quidditch team confused eyes, and you followed him closely.

“I assure you, it’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” He stopped in his tracks and faced you. “Can I have a cookie, please?”

“No?” You nervously laughed as he raised a brow.

“Why not?”

“Because, uh, the… chocolate is melted. Yeah.”

“I don’t mind.” He extended an arm, palm up to receive a cookie. Refusing meant telling him the truth… “Thanks.”

Like with Subin, you waited for a reaction. “So, what did you want to prove?”

“A point.”

“Which is…?”

“That you put something in these cookies,” he said calmly.

Saying you were shocked was an understatement. “How did you know?!”

“Come on, Y/N, you’ve never baked anything in our five years of friendship and suddenly it’s a whole batch, plus you didn’t want me to touch it before the game. Felt suspicious. But the biggest clue is that you still have the bag.”

“As always, you have an amazing sense of observation,” you muttered, quite embarrassed.

“Yes, and I’m far from being a potion expert, but I honestly believe that your love potion works perfectly.”

What?

He smiled faintly and turned back to the castle, leaving you puzzled and pensive. You didn’t say what kind of potion it was… How did he know?

Lost in thought, you barely reacted when the Slytherin team patted you on the back, thanking you for the cookies, on the way back to celebrate their victory.

Then, it hit you. You ran past the team when they arrived at the stairs, almost tripping over your feet. In your search for your best friend, you bumped into Subin in the Entrance Hall, walking towards the Great Hall.

“Subin?” you called, stopping in front of him. “Are you okay?”

“Never better. You?” Here it was. The genuine and cute smile.

“I’m okay. I don’t really know how to say this but… um…”

“You can tell me anything,” he assured.

“O—okay. I like… you.”

“You mean…” You nodded. He was confused for a few seconds. “Oh. I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m flattered but I don’t feel the same way.”

“Oh, I thought, you know, because you’re always smiling at me…”

“I’m a smiley giggling idiot, that’s for sure. But I’m like that with basically everyone. I’m sorry.” You knew he was genuine, and it somehow made the rejection more bearable.

“It’s alright, I feel better now that I told you.”

Awkward silence —especially on your part.

“You remember earlier when I said I had to talk to someone? Well, it was Chaeyoung. I like her and I don’t know, I just felt the urge to tell her.”

Oh.

“About that…”

“Yes?”

“It’s my fault. There was a love potion that makes you realize your feelings of some sort in the cookie. I wanted to see if you liked me without creating any false feelings. I’m so sorry, I… I shouldn’t have done that,” you muttered, staring at your shoes and picking at your clothes.

“… I see. Thank you for telling me. It’s unconventional for sure, but, thanks to you, I shot my shot.”

You felt like he only reacted that way because he was still under the effects of the potion and you hoped he wouldn’t hate you once it wore off.

“How did it go?”

“She said she liked me too. We’re going on a date tomorrow at Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop.”

“I’m happy for you. Honestly,” you smiled. If he wasn’t going to be happy with you, at least he would be with Chaeyoung, and who were you to hate them or try to change that?

“Thank you, and I’m sorry I can’t return your feelings.”

“No, please, don’t apologize, no one can control those.”

“Not that it changes anything, but I always thought you and Changbin were a thing.”

Wha–

“We’re just best friends.”

“I believe you,” he smiled then reassuringly squeezed your shoulder before finally entering the Great Hall.

You stayed there for a hot minute, mindlessly staring in the distance. Then did the stupidest thing you could do: avoid Changbin, and clearly not tell him about what just happened with Subin.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

A week later, the last match of the season opposing Gryffindor and Ravenclaw ended with Ravenclaw’s victory 420 to 310. Despite this win, Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup with 910 points. Ravenclaw was close behind with 880 points, Slytherin next with 770 and then Hufflepuff with 470.

Chan made sure to tell Changbin how he was right about his house winning (see Jeongin’s) and when Changbin didn’t seem to hear, he asked what was wrong.

“Y/N is avoiding me.”

“What? Why?”

“Last week, they made a potion… for their crush, and I tasted it. It felt like my love for them only grew stronger —which I thought impossible—, and it made me want to scream how much I loved them. I stopped myself, of course, and that’s the last time we spoke.”

“Tough. Have you tried speaking to them?”

“You’re asking this as if it didn’t cross my mind in a whole week.”

“Mh… Bitter failure, then. Well, you’re in luck! I know a guy who knows a friend of Y/N.”

“I’m afraid to ask where this nonsense is going.”

“Hush. Just say the word and Y/N will probably listen to you.”

This was awfully mysterious. “Probably? How would you do that?”

“That’s for me to deal with and you to be ignorant about. So?”

Changbin sighed deeply, wondering what he did in his past life to deserve such a weird friend. “Okay. Thanks, Chan.”

“No problem, man. Just be in your common room before dinner tonight.

A whole week without speaking to your best friend was pretty hard, but trying not to crumble under tons of homework was harder. To this, Donghyun was a valuable friend. He helped you with every subject you had in common, which was really thoughtful of him.

“So, that’s why reparo can only work on non-edible objects,” your fellow housemate finished as you wrote down the end of his speech.

“Donghyun, you have no idea how thankful I am.” You put down your quill and threw your head back under the laughter of your friend.

“You say that every day.”

“And I mean it every time!”

“That’s kind of you. Tomorrow, same time?” he proposed as he suddenly got up, putting his stuff in his backpack.

“Sure…” you replied, looking at him suspiciously. He never acted like this before.

“Sorry, I have to go. Bye,” he waved at you then left the common room quickly.

Wondering why he left so abruptly, you didn’t notice someone else sitting next to you.

“Hey… Are you mad at me?”

The question taking you aback, you didn’t have it in you to flee again.

“Of course not, Binnie. I’m just embarrassed.”

“Why’s that?”

“Do I really have to remind you?”

He gave you a weak smile. “No…”

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you said as you played with the hem of your robe.

“Why did you, then?”

You sighed. “Subin doesn’t like me.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Oh, don’t be. Some people are meant to stay unloved.” Changbin would’ve laughed at your dramatics, but it was a serious matter —for him at least.

“Uh, that’s not true. I believe everyone’s loved, it’s just that some don’t act on it.”

“Why?”

“… They’re scared of rejection. Or they have too much pride. They don’t want to ruin a friendship. They’d rather see the other happy with someone else than try to change how the person they love feels about them.”

Suspicious.

Oh, right. The reason why he knew it was a love potion: he liked someone.

“You seem to have thought about it a lot. Do you have feelings for someone, Binnie?”

“N—no, of course not.” The red of his cheeks told a different story.

“And you never knew how to lie. I’ll find out, loverboy.”

“I don’t like anyone!” he tried.

“Nah, I don’t buy that.”

“Would you look at that,” he looked at his watch, “it’s time for dinner.”

He regretted saying that the second he sat at the Slytherin table.

“Minho, do you know who Binnie likes? He denies it but I know he does.”

Minho gave a pointed look at your best friend but the latter just looked away.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Someone from your year probably.”

Changbin widened his eyes at Minho who didn’t give away any expression because you were looking at him.

“I knew it! Binnie, you sneaky imp, you won’t even tell your best friend!”

“I have my reasons,” he muttered as he avoided your gaze.

“What, is it Tzuyu?”

“No, no.”

“Wooyoung, then?”

“Uh, no.”

“Yeonjun?!”

“No!”

Minho deadpanned as you kept throwing names. You were so oblivious that it was painful for the two boys. Changbin was stammering but you could tell he was being sincere.

“Which house?” you asked Minho, knowing Changbin wouldn’t tell.

He hesitated. Their eyes met and they had a whole unspoken conversation. Finally, Minho turned to you.

“Slytherin.”

Happy, you scanned the table to see who it could be. “I’ll find out sooner or later!”

“Try a mirror,” Changbin wanted to tell you.

Desperately wanting to change the subject, he announced: “I think I’ll try out for the beater position next year.”

Right, it was Yugeom and Jeongguk’s last year at Hogwarts.

“It’s true you’re getting buff,” you commented, mindlessly feeling his arm with your fingers.

His face became so red, Minho laughed for a good minute after that, much to Changbin’s embarrassment and your confusion. “What did I do?”

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

On a warm day of June, Changbin finally had enough. He had to let you know about his feelings.

He lowkey regretted not making you eat your own cookies back in May, and he couldn’t brew the potion himself, because he wasn’t fond of that subject. You were the genius there, not him.

The best way to make you realize your own feelings —friendship or love for him, any was fine but he had to know— was to ask you.

What, you thought he was gonna give an elaborate plan?

Changbin wasn’t the type to plan. He would cut to the chase and be honest. He hoped you would be too.

He had a small smile on his face while waiting for you in the common room. It widened when his eyes fell on your frame, then fell seeing Donghyun walking through the door after you. It wasn’t part of the plan image of your conversation he created in his mind.

To be fair, when asked to come, you said you were coming soon, but didn’t specify with who or what you were going to do. Now it was clear that the subject of your ‘visit’ was working on essays with your favorite tutor.

Fighting it was useless, Changbin’s jealousy was here to stay. He watched as you both sat at the large table in the middle of the room, putting your stuff out and starting to work on defense against the dark arts. He came closer, until you spotted him and shot him your best smile.

His heart pounded at this simple gesture. “Binnie! Come, we’re doing our essay on ghouls. Have you finished it?”

“Of course,” he answered, trying to sound smug, but the look of adoration you gave him weakened him, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Donghyun chuckled a bit at the scene, resulting in your best friend shooting him a glare. You could only amusedly smile at Changbin before reporting your attention to your parchment. He sat across from you, handing you his own neatly written essay.

“Don’t copy word for word,” he demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest before resting them on the table.

“I will only add the few facts I missed,” you promised, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze, a blush creeping up on your cheeks and ears. Your parchment seemed not filled enough.

You worked for about two hours with Donghyun and your best friend was there the whole time, watching you guys write and helping here and there when he could. After your friend left under your thanks to go with other friends, Changbin took his place next to you, and fixed his robe’s sleeves.

“I need to ask you something.”

He seemed nervous, you noted. “I’m all ears.”

Here goes nothing.

“Do you still like Subin?”

Sorry, what? “Huh? Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he shrugged, but you noticed the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“No.”

“Okay… do you like anyone else?”

“Yes.”

He swallowed audibly. “Who is the lucky one?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.” Here was your chance to discover if your early conversation with Donghyun was true.

“Tell you what?”

“Who you like.”

There was no escaping this, so he gulped and nodded, “Okay.”

You counted to three, and both said: “you.”

“Me?” Changbin’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“How thick is your damn skull? I mean I love you.”

“Wh– You…” You used the L word!!!! “You’re one to talk! I’ve loved you for years and you’ve never figured it out!”

“It’s true, I’ve been pretty clueless. But! Donghyun and I–” Changbin slightly grimaced at the name. “talked on our way here and he told me how everyone around us thought we were together,” you pointed a finger to the both of you, “him included.”

“Oh…”

You faced the table, reflecting on your oblivious actions.

“Subin too, by the way.”

“Y/N,” he softly called.

“So yeah, I guess I’m the last person to realize my feelings like a stupid kid.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry it took me this long, but hey, at least now you know.”

“Y/N!” he said firmly.

“Yeah?”

“Everyone is watching us right now…”

Indeed, as you looked around, you saw Slytherins of various years talking to each other, their eyes on you both. Your dramatic self had to say something.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you guys think this was a reality show? Are our lives that interesting compared to your boring ones? You better go elsewhere before my boyfriend and I hex the shit out of y’all!”

They quickly cleared out the room, some rolling their eyes and others with an amused smile on their faces. Minho came into view, displaying a knowing smirk as he walked to you. Changbin was as red as a rubis, shocked by what you just called him.

“Took you long enough, Y/N.”

Realization hit, your face and ears burned as you avoided facing any of the boys.

“Shut up, Minho.”

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Scorched Chapter 2 (full)

Wukong breathed until he could fully ignore the pain, plastering on a convincing smile as Mei began to wake up. “Hey kid, time to wake up from your nap. I fixed the problem.”

Mei lifts herself from the bench she was laying on and looks over at monkey king and his scrunched face that seems to be in pain “You okay there monkey king?” She questions tilting her head in concern.

“Must look bad if you asking me that twice now hug?” Wukong asked. “I'm fine kid. Just used a little too much energy and got some of your dragon fire by accident.” Wukong waved Mei’s concern. “Let's get back to the rest of the gang,” Wukong assured her.

Gives Wukong a concerned look. She wants to push further but decides against it. “Okay,” Mei says with a forced smile as she follows Wukong out of the room and into the one the rest of the gang.

“You're back! Did you get what you needed out of Mei Monkey King?” Mk asked his mentor.

“I did Bud. Took a little more out of me than I thought. Delicate work like that ain't much of my strong suit. Always was the bash and brawl while thinking on my feet type.” Wukong jokes.

Suddenly the train was ripped open from the outside as a person emerged from the pink flames. “Sun Wukong!” Nezha demanded through gritted teeth as he glared down at the golden monkey. Though as Nezha goes to approach, Tang jumps in front of Nezha and begins his dignified fangirling over the lotus prince, annoying Nezha immensely.

“Nezha, still mad about your temple being empty, Little Brother?” Wukong sheepishly questioned the angered celestial after getting Tang and the rest of the group to a safe spot away from any potential harm.

Nezha scoffs, ignoring the ‘little brother’ comment. “Do you even realize what you're doing wrong?” Nezha yells. “You're going to get us all killed if you reignite the Samadhi Fire!” Nezha's voice is laced with anger but the people who know them well can hear the fear underneath.

“It's the only way to defeat Lady Bone Demon Nezha! Who do you think she will aim her weapon at after the Mortal realm is nothing but ice? Heaven and the Diya would be next on her list!” Wukong pointed out while keeping his instincts at bay. ‘Protect protect proTECT CUBS!’ his eyes flashing demonic red for a moment before he refocused coming up with a plan on the spot to buy time. ‘Sorry Little Brother,’ Wukong thought as Nezha pulled out his spear in a flurry of lotus petals. Wukong flashed right into Nezha’s space and punched the celestial hard enough to punt him out of the train car and a few hundred miles away without hurting him. “Mk take the rings and head for the ritual sight but don’t do anything until I get there alright?!” Wukong ordered pulling a few hairs from his head to make fake copies of the rings the teenager was holding.

“But what about Nezha?!” Mk asked in shock.

“I’ll keep him busy!” Wukong answered, jumping into the air and summoning his golden cloud catching sight of the pink flames from Nezha’s wheels that were following him. ‘Come Little Brother. Follow the goose while the ducks get away.’ Wukong thought, pushing his cloud to go faster. ‘Let’s put on a performance that Plums would be proud of.’

Nezha follows Wukong out of the train and sees he has the rings unaware of his trick. “WUKONG!” He screams as he chases after the monkey and goes in for an attack with his staff.

“Missed me!” Wukong snickered, dodging the attack.

Nezha growls under his breath in frustration. He always hated how Wukong treated everything like a game like nothing was important no matter how dire the situation was. “You're nothing but a fool Wukong,” he said as he continued to attack the king. “This is why the rings should’ve been entrusted to me and me alone!” Nezha screams as he shoots pink pellets at Wukong.

Wukong dodged the petal-like bullets, getting a few nicks on his arms and legs. “You might have gotten faster Nezha but don't forget, I hit much harder than I used to.” Wukong reminded the younger celestial, getting into Nezha’s space and punching him in the gut.

Nezha lets out a pained noise but as he’s being punched away he wraps his ribbon around Wukong’s waist and throws him into a mountain smirking. “You may be stronger, I’ll give you that.” he dramatically pulls out the rings. “But I’m still faster than you remember.” he finished his dramatic speech.

Wukong growls before the sound of something whistling through the air sliced through the silence impacting the mountain and trapping both Wukong and Nezha in a spike of ice. ‘Damn it!’ Wukong thought before the strong smell of Plums mixed with winter ice hit his nose. An achingly familiar black-furred monkey landed on the tip of the ice, his right arm from the shoulder down encased in thick blue ice that continued to spread, gold eyes now a glowing ice blue. ‘Liu’er... What did she do to you Plums?’ “Macaque.” Wukong glared, keeping up the act, he couldn't let the black-furred monkey see his breaking heart.

Macaque ignores Wukong looking at the rings. He then begins to break them realizing they're not the real ones. Meaning the real ones are with the kid. “So you gave the real ones to Mk,” he smirks. This makes things easier to get the Samadhi to fire as much as he doesn’t want to hurt his cub- Mk. The ice on his body was becoming unbearable. He’ll make it up to the kid though. He doesn’t plan to be lady bone demons champion for long. Just long enough to survive until he can kill her himself. He looks at Wukong. He misses the love they used to have and hates himself for that. But he doesn’t need Wukong anymore, he just needs the kid, his cub. He won’t be alone anymore after this is all over. He’ll have the family he’s always wanted.

“Dont you dare lay a hand on my cub!” Wukong snarled his eyes glowing a bright protective red while ice cracked under the force of his threat.

“Or you’ll what?” Macaque bites out glaring at the golden monkey. “Make things worse for Mk?” he asks with so much venom. This is how Wukong is. He never considered how his actions affected others. Only sees himself and what he can gain. That’s why Mk was always getting hurt and he dares to act like Macaque is a threat to the kid.

“Break this ice and find out,” Wukong stated glaring while more ice splintered around the golden monkey, dark red embers spilling from the corners of Wukong’s mouth.

Macaque doesn’t grant Wukong any more of his time as he goes off in the direction of the rest of the gang in pursuit of the rings.

“Nezha...” Wukong stated in a dead serious tone. “Get us out of this ice... now.”

Nezha looks over concerned and not used to this side of Wukong. Nezha sighs. “Fine, I hope you know what you're doing,” He says as he uses his petals to free them.

Once the ice was free Wukong burst in a sonic bomb towards the ritual site. ‘Don't let me be too late!’ Wukong thought, locking onto his target and growling low at what he saw down below.

Wukong managed to slam down right into Macaque holding Mei in the center of the glowing circles, ignoring the discomfort in his chest and the burning pain in his limbs. ‘Why hasn't the ring settled yet?!’ Wukong idly thought and he pinned Macaque to the ground while using the tail to carefully toss Mei to Tang. “Mk! Mei! Are you hurt?!” Wukong called.

Mk glanced over at Mei and Tang. “Emotionally or physically?” The teen asked. Wincing as Wukong was kicked back a few feet into the utmost center of the circle. The golden rings pulsed out a dark fiery red aura that caused Wukong to grip his chest in utter pain, smoke and ash spilling out of his mouth.

“Kids get back!” Tang ordered grabbing the two teens as the three rings raced toward Wukong. The golden monkey let out a scream of pain before black fire and ash erupted into a dense sphere obscuring the golden monkey as pulses of gold and dark red power shot out wildly attacking anything that moved.

The ice on Macaque melted away due to the flames. He smiles victoriously until he looks over at Wukong who has flames combusting out of him.

“Monkey king!” Mk yells. “You're on fire! Hold I’ll get some water-“ he’s cut off as he leaps toward monkey king only to be stopped by Macaque grabbing and keeping him away from the other.

“Let me go! Monkey King needs my help!” Mk says as he tries to get out of the black-furred monkey's grasp.

“You can’t distinguish the fire, nothing can,” Nezha said in a defeated tone. “The flames will destroy the monkey king and everything in its path.” He continues.

“What?!” Mk shouted in shock and panic looking over to Monkey King in fear. He can’t let his mentor, his hero, die.

“If there’s a time to leave it’s now,” Macaque says as he tries to drag Mk away. Mk’s mind begins to panic. No, no he can’t leave. He can’t leave Monkey King. He can’t! Mk breaks out of Macaque's grasp as he goes into the fire.

“Bud!” Macaque yells trying to grab Mk.

Everything still when a thundering roar came from the center, most of the flames split and swirled showing Wukong like nothing they had ever seen before. His clothes had been burned away along with any illusions that had covered his body. Thin golden cat-like pupils set in deep ruby-red eyes gazed at the berthing one in sight with an unblinking stare. A familiar golden ‘crown’ rested on his forehead with scuffs and clear signs of age. The monkey himself no longer had flesh and fur, instead, his body was completely made out of stone with thin magma-like lines spreading from his chest to his limbs. Obsidian claws twitched at his sides looking to be at a threat’s choice of fight or flight. Several monkey-like noises came from Wukong’s throat as his gaze locked on Mk.

Mk looked at the monkey king in fear and desperation. “Monkey King…” Mk softly spoke while approaching him as the flames licked his skin but he ignored the burning pain and focused on his mentor. “It’s okay,” Mk says not sure if monkey king is there. “I know you're scared and in pain...” Mk can’t tell if he is projecting his feelings onto him or not. “but we’ll get through this...” Monkey King is now only arm's length away. “Together.” Finishes his sentence as he wraps around his mentor in hopes of reaching him and selfishly for his comfort the samadhi fire hasn’t taken his hero from him yet.

A chattering noise passed Wukong’s lips as he hugged the teenager before a twisted and primal energy seemed to spread over Mk. ”My cub.” Wukong seemed to chitter nuzzling Mk, his magma-like skin growing hotter as Wukong slipped into a primitive and feral state of mind.

Mk slowly began to panic as his body slowly shrunk while growing fur. “Macaque!? What’s Monkey King doing?!?”

Macaque, realizing what was going on, goes to approach them to get Mk away from Wukong.

Wukong bared his fangs at Macaque growling, holding Mk closer. “Bad mate! Mate hurt cubs!” Wukong growled.

Macaque growls out that statement. “I’m not the one who put burns on him, idiot,” Macaque yells at him as he points out the burns on Mk’s shrunken body. It also wasn’t good with Mk in the form of an actual cub leaving him much smaller and more defenseless.

Wukong huffed. “Heat good for Stone. Make it stronger.” Wukong chattered back, nuzzling Mk who now sported black fur and six cute ears with a red-to-gold gradient while the mask on his face was peach shaped which looked to be a lighter red color than Macaque’s. The greatly changed feature was Mk’s eyes. His left eye was a beautiful purple color while his right was a sunset gold.

Mk goes to say something but what comes out is a frightened chirp. One that says “Cub scared, need help.” Making Macaque overwhelmed with instincts and the need to take care of HIS cub. Growling as his instinct leaves his brain with only one goal in mind. Get. His. Cub. Back.

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Send one for my muse’s reaction.  Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

"Gee, your hair smells like melon. What are you using?"

"Why thank you!"

"Don’t say it if you don’t mean it."

"No way, Jose!"

"She signed up for Shop Class cause she thought it was taught at the mall."

"We have this thing here in America called a restraining order"

“I guess we’re not as old as we thought we were, are we now”

"You don't have to be hip and cool. You're spick and span."

"I hope you're not offended. But if you are, that's her father over there."

"Darling, I just hope you are alright. But if you are alright, I'll kill you."

"You got it, dude."

"The baby's sleeping like a baby."

" Did ya get the triple chocolate with pink frosting in the shape of a clown's face with a big cherry-red nose? Did ya, did ya, DID YA?"

"I'm just cleaning my rubber gloves."

"She had the most incredible hypnotic eyes, the face of an angel, the most amazing body."

"You got a bad attitude."

"I can't have chicken pox, I'm immune."

"That's not a big problem. A big problem is like... well... if your butt fell off."

"You've been in toon-town for 2 days. Now, start acting like a human being."

"Cut. It. Out!"

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"You're immune to common sense."

"Disco will never die."

"Shame on you!"

"Duh!"

"You should take a drive through a car wash without your car."

"I'm stuck in a room full of eggheads. They're worse than eggheads, they're omelette-heads!"

"Well, pin a rose on your nose."

"Oh, puh-lease!"

"How rude!"

"Don't shake your head. Your story's read. It's time for bed. To bed, I said."

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you... Only you're not joining in."

"Jail break!"

"Now you can have ice cream and chocolate milk, no cookies."

"Elvis never made one golf movie."

"Boy, this is gonna be a fun night."

"Tell me something I don’t know!"

"This kid has been walking for three days and you haven't stopped taping her. I'll feel sorry for her when she starts potty training."

"She was choking on a bad piece of cheese, so I gave her the Hoover maneuver and sucked it out of her."

"'Sorry.' 'Sorry.' 'Sorry' doesn't change the fact that my chicken tetrazzini is ruined!"

"I had a traumatic experience with squash once. I ate one."

"Aw, nuts!"

"Have mercy!"

"You gotta be kidding."

"A telescope that can only see your face?"

"I think you're a little mixed up."

"We never clean at my house. We move in, trash the place for five years, then move out."

"Yeah, well I bet you won't be getting surprised tonight."

"You can't buy my vote... but you can rent it for an hour."

"I’ll stay home and watch public television."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Whoa, Baby!"

"Am I the raddest, baddest dad a kid ever had?"

"Oh, mylanta!"

"I tried, and I failed. I'm just glad I figured this out now, and not when I'm 46."

"Hey, you had your adventure and now I'm going to have mine"

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"You have the brain of a paramecium."

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"I need that cake!"

"You’re in big trouble, mister."

"You can keep the drums, but the sticks have got to go."

"Like on 'Oprah!' People married to two people at the same time… oh my god, They are a botanist!"

"Happy birthday to me!"

"That’s not funny."

“I will never die”

[abbatoirablaze]

Wild Stallion, Curtis Everett

Word Count:  1.3k

Warnings:  angst, secret pregnancy

“Come on, sweetheart, just drop the price.  Your pop pop and I were good friends,” the man smirked as he leaned against the fence, “ain’t no one better to take em off your hands.”

“He’s a perfect stud,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at your father’s ‘friend’, “my pop pop would want the most he could get for him.”

“He’s a wild shit that needs broken.”

“If you don’t think you’re the man for the job, just say it, Reggie,” a voice said calmly from the beginning of the barn.  Your breath caught in your throat as he tipped his black cowboy hat up and peered at you momentarily with his captivating blue-green eyes, “don’t go trying to talk  the city girl down because you can’t break a stallion.”

“Better watch our words there, Everett.”

“And you better keep to what you know…finances.  You’re no cowboy.  And it’s a little too late in life for you to be starting now.”

“Funny, I don’t remember inviting you to look at my stallion, Curtis.” You recalled, finally getting your bearings around your old flame, “I was showing him off to Reggie Carver…seeing if he wanted to buy em.”

“No need,” Curtis shrugged.  You watched as the fabric clung to his broad shoulders, “I’ll take him off your hands.  For the asking price.”

Reggie gave an annoyed sigh and turned away from the fence, “I’m not paying full price for that thing.”

“Then fuck off, Reg.  We’ve got a deal to close on!” Curtis smirked, taking a few steps forward.  His boots clicked with each step, the spurs on the back reminding you that he wasn’t just playing cowboy. 

You swallowed your nervousness as he took the few steps to join your side, and every emotion you held began to rush at you like a freight train. 

Memories of when the two of you were little, toddling around together.

When you were in the first grade and some boy tried bullying you, but you punched him right in the mouth.  Curtis swore up and down that you were the girl of his dreams.

And how in fourth grade when you won the state spelling bee and Curtis switched from the calf riding and started competing in the children bull riding competitions.

In middle school when he took your first kiss in the middle of Haymen’s corn field at a bonfire.  And when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. 

Then in high school when you had dances together.  He became the state champion in his division for bull riding and barrel racing. 

Then when his dad fell ill and died from a cancer he refused to see the doctor about. 

And when your mom got hit by the drunk driver. 

You two were so lost in grief,  but you had each other.  And that was enough. 

He promised you the moon and the stars. 

“You alright there, sweetheart?”

His gruff, raspy voice broke you from your thoughts. 

“What?  Yeah, why you ask?”

Curtis sighed and leaned forward.  His calloused palm reached up and stroked your cheek, wiping away a tear that had fell from your eye and was sliding down your cheek.  You looked away embarrassed.  But he tilted your chin back up to him, “hey…don’t go hiding from me now…hadn’t seen you since you ran away to the city…”

“Curtis…”

He bit his lip and let go of your chin.  You frowned, but crossed your arms over your chest.  There was so much that you wanted to say, but you knew that you couldn’t.  You knew that this wasn’t the time or place. 

“So the horse…”

“I’m a man of my word,” he nodded, catching the hint, “Got the cash in my truck.”

“Wanna come in for a cup of coffee and piece of pie while we sign the paperwork?”

“Sure…I-I’ll meet you there.”

You nodded, your heart racing with every step towards the house.  More memories began flashing through your mind at lightning speed. 

When Curtis got hurt riding, and one of his ribs punctured his lung. 

How things started breaking down in your relationship because you began to argue over what to do after high school.

Curtis had wanted you to stay home and said that he’d help you take over your family farm, but you wanted to go to school in the city. 

How you begged him to come with you.  You gave him everything, and you just wanted him to come with you, trusting you just that once. 

But he walked away, not knowing that he walked away from more than just a relationship.

“Alright sweetheart, I go-“

“Please don’t call me that, Curtis,” you begged as you turned the coffee pot on, “We aren’t like that…haven’t been like that in a  long time.”

“Five years is a hell of a time!” he admitted, sitting down at the table.  He tossed an envelope with the bills on it out in front of him, “been thinking about a lot of things.”

“That so?” you questioned, “like what?”

“I miss you…”

The words were like ice traveling down your veins.  You stopped pouring a cup of coffee and slammed the pot down on the counter.  Your icy gaze met his, “Curtis.  That’s not funny.”

“I ain’t trying to be funny…you left without a word to me, honey,” Curtis reminded you, “and because of what?  Because I ain’t a city guy?  I had to take care of my ma.  She was up to her ears in work at the farm with me competing and being injured.  I had to be the man of the family.”

Your heart ached with every word, “I wasn’t asking you to give up on your family Curtis…I just wanted us to be together.”

“And we couldn’t have done that here?” he scoffed, “my parents farm and your parents farm were all but promised to us, honey.  We had our lives laid out.”

“Is that why you walked away from me?” you asked, hurt lacing your tone, “because I wanted to do more than just be some ranchers wife?”

“What was so wrong with the idea of staying here?  Huh?” he asked.  His voice raised and you felt your chest tightened, “what was so wrong with the idea of us staying here and getting married?  Having a family?  Ha-“

“BECAUSE I WANTED MORE FOR OUR CHILD!”

The words struck him like a bolt of lightning and both of you were quiet.  The house fell silent, and it was so nerve wracking to both of them to be able to hear the noises outside. 

“What?”

The floor creaked. 

Your eyes drifted to the ceiling. 

So did his, “What’s upstairs, honey?”

Your eyes snapped back to his. 

Both of you knew that it had everything to do with why you left.  His throat went dry as the singular thought invaded his mind.  He sprang from the table and began towards the stairs, but you grabbed his arm as he hit the landing, “Curtis, wait!”

His breathing was short and ragged as he looked at you, “what’s upstairs?”

“Mommy, can I come down now?”

Both of your eyes shot to a little boy who stood at the top of the steps.  He was a perfect miniature version of Curtis in every way, even down to the little cowboy hat and boots that Mrs. Everett had bought for him when you arrived back in town. 

“Blake…mommy’s doing something right now…gi-give me a few minutes!”

“I wanna go play with gramma like you promised.”

“We will baby…soon.  Go back to your room and keep playing.  I’ll come get you when I make lunch.”

“Who’s that?” the little boy asked, staring curiously at Curtis.

“Baby-“

“That’s the same guy in the pictures at grammas…”

“Blake!”

The little boy huffed, but went back to his room.  Curtis looked at the spot at the top of the stairs for a moment before his gaze turned towards you.

“That’s my son…isn’t he?”

You bit your lip, the tears coming up even more as you knew you couldn’t hide the truth from Curtis any longer, “I found out after you broke up with me…”

“And my mom?”

“She’s known the whole time,” You admitted, “sh-she said that it was about time you learned about Blake…told me if I didn’t come home, she’d tell you herself.”

#curtis everett #snowpiercer au #snowpiercer #cowboy curtis everett

[bambinella]

Special person? Special gift!

A/N: It’s been 84 years... and I finally managed to get out of writing block! Don’t know how much I’ll be writing, but hey, at least I can say I’ve returned! Have some fluff y’all!

Summary: it’s almost Natasha’s birthday, and Kate is determined to give her the best gift ever

Warnings: none, except fluff and tickles

Word count: 2986

Kate was currently sitting on the giant couch in the Avenger’s common room, lost in thoughts as she chewed her lower lip. Natasha’s birthday was approaching fast, yet she couldn’t think of any gift she deemed ‘worthy’ for her friend. The widow was special to her, so she deserved a special gift. After what seemed like hours Kate stood up and made her way towards her own room, figuring merely sitting on the couch wouldn’t help, as an idea suddenly struck her. The archer turned on her heels and ran in the opposite direction, making her way towards Natasha’s room.

After making sure the assassin was not present in the building, Kate took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a few heartbeats she heard footsteps approaching, and moments later Yelena opened the door, unable to hide her surprised expression as she looked up at her friend. She clearly had not expected Kate to drop by.

“Kate? Natasha’s not here, she went out for a run about an hour ago,” Yelena said, raising an eyebrow at the archer.

“I know, I’m not here for Natasha, I’m here for you,” Kate quickly said, scanning the hallway for Natasha’s possible return. “Can I come in? I need your advice,” She added.

Yelena blinked several times, both eyebrows raised in surprise once more before stepping aside, allowing Kate to quickly dart inside. The blonde closed the door and turned to her friend, both eyebrows still raised.

“You’re here for me and you need my advice?” She repeated, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And you came here knowing Natasha isn’t here? Alright, spill up. What did you do?” Yelena asked, for a moment sounding like a mother about to scold her child.

“I didn’t do anything! It’s just… it’s almost Natasha’s birthday and I’m clueless on what to give her!” Kate whisper-yelled, causing Yelena to blink yet again. Of all the things she had expected Kate to say, this wasn’t one of them. Not many people knew Natasha’s birthday, and if they did, not many were actively trying to get her a present. A smile tugged at Yelena’s lips as she looked at the archer, feeling pride instead of jealousy.

“You’re her sister, you know her best!” Kate continued rambling, desperate to get some ideas from her friend. Yelena looked at her for a long second, nodding as she agreed.

“Well… my sister is pretty easy when it comes to gifts, because she’ll love anything you give her,” The blonde started, tilting her head to the side. “But if you truly want to blow her off her socks, then don’t buy anything. The best gifts are the ones you can’t buy,” Yelena said with another nod, rather proud of her advice.

It was now Kate’s turn to blink, looking like a confused puppy as she thought about that. A gift you can’t buy. Huh. She didn’t even think about that option. But what did it mean?

She was pulled out of her train of thoughts by the sound of a picture being taken, looking up to see Yelena grinning at her while putting away her phone. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” She chuckled, obviously not sorry at all. “You had the dumbest and funniest expression, and I HAD to add it to my gallery,”

“Oh come on, that’s so-” Kate started, before going wide eyed. “Wait, that's it! That’s perfect! Thank you Yelena!” She said, leaving the room just as fast as she had entered, leaving Yelena to be the confused one this time.

For the next few days, Kate was creeping around the compound, trying to somehow sneak up on Natasha. Yelena had given her the perfect idea by taking a picture while she wasn’t looking, and it was exactly what she planned to do to the Widow Sisters. She wanted to give Natasha an album full of pictures of her and Yelena, and some pictures of the three of them. However, to get the best results, she wanted Natasha to be unaware of the picture being taken. A hard task indeed.

At first it was easy. She simply had to sit across from the two sisters - who were almost always cuddled up - and take a picture when Natasha was looking away. Yelena, of course, noticed right away, yet decided to keep quiet as she figured it was for the birthday gift. Kate was very grateful for that.

However, as time went by, the best spy in the world started to notice Kate’s different behavior, since she never sat next to Natasha anymore. The redhead knew something was up, yet she couldn’t put her finger on it. She also knew nothing was wrong, since Kate remained her cheerful self, with no signs of hidden sadness. So, she decided to brush it off. Until one certain afternoon.

Kate once again sat at the other end of the couch, facing Natasha and Yelena as they watched a movie. There was a comfortable silence, until said silence was interrupted by the sound of a picture being taken. Kate mentally cursed as she realized the sound was still on, looking up at her friends. Both Natasha and Yelena had looked up in the direction of the sound, noticing the phone in Kate’s hand.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” Natasha questioned, narrowing her eyes at the archer. Kate gulped and shook her head.

“No…? No I did not, I definitely did not,” She lied. Her lying was still horrible, Yelena realized, as she let out a sigh. 

“Kate…” Natasha said sternly yet playfully, slowly untangling herself from her sister as she turned her full attention to the brunette.

“I did not!” Kate cried out, noticing the smirk on Natasha’s face. She was in big trouble, she realized, while trying to back further into the couch. She knew from experience that running away was futile, yet staying put was even more dangerous. This was bad.

“Give me your phone.” Natasha said, standing up from the couch while holding out her hand towards Kate, who quickly shook her head.

“No!” She said, quickly putting the phone into her front pocket, keeping her hand inside to guard it. She wouldn’t give her that phone under any circumstances. She couldn’t!

“You do realize…,” Natasha said, now looming over Kate with a mischievous smirk. “That if you don’t give me your phone, I’ll be forced to use extreme and effective measures, right? You know that, right?” She added with a teasing grin.

If Kate could sink any further into the couch, she would be inside of it by now. However, she still refused to give her phone to Natasha, so merely shook her head in stubbornness. Natasha let out a sigh and shook her head as well, putting her hands on her hips.

“Can’t say I didn’t warn you, kid,” The assassin said, before pouncing on the young archer. Kate knew what was going to happen, yet that didn’t make it any easier. She tried to curl in on herself while keeping her left hand in her pocket, letting out a cry of laughter as Natasha started tickling her sides.

“NOOoohohohohohoho! Natashahahaha staahahahahahap thahahahat!” Loud giggles immediately filled the room as Kate squirmed on the couch, using her free hand to push at the redhead’s shoulder.

“You can easily end this, Kate,” Natasha smirked, scribbling her nails up and down the poor girl’s sides and ribs. “Just give me the phone,”

The brunette was drowning in her own giggles, her eyes closed and her nose curled up, yet her hand remained in her pocket. Natasha playfully ‘tsked’ and decided to step up her game, moving her hands up to scratch into Kate’s underarms. Kate’s eyes flew wide open as she let out a shriek of laughter, immediately slamming her arms to her sides.

“NOHOHO! NATAHAAHASHA NOHOHHOHOHO! OHOHHO NOHOHOHOHO!” She howled, weakly pushing against the redhead’s arms as she attempted to curl in on her side.

“You know you want to get that hand out of your pocket~,” Natasha teased in a sing-song voice, speeding up the tickles under her left arm while moving her other hand to her stomach, clawing at the center of it.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T TEEHEHHELL YOHOHOHOU!” Kate pleaded, arching her back while placing her own hand on her stomach in an attempt to protect it. She had no chance at all. 

Yelena watched the scene in front of her with a wide grin, not planning on interfering in the first place. However, when she heard Kate plead for mercy - Natasha was clawing at her stomach with both hands - she realized that the archer needed help, or the birthday gift would be ruined. So, with a sigh, she crawled forward towards her sister and hooked her hands underneath her arms. Natasha, who had been too focused on tickling Kate to pieces, let out an out-of-character squeal of laughter and slammed her arms to her sides, ceasing her tickle attack on Kate.

“Alright sestra, you’re actually killing her,” Yelena chuckled, wiggling her fingers under Natasha’s arms while pulling her backwards. The older widow started giggling loudly at the tickles, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, while struggling to escape. Kate tried to catch her breath, still giggling from the tickle attack as she watched the sisters wrestle around on the couch. It took Natasha a good five seconds to get out of Yelena’s hold, and another second to pin her younger sister to the couch.

“Ohoho you’ve done it now,” Natasha chuckled, an evil grin spreading on her face as she looked down at Yelena. 

“Ah fuck,” The blonde giggled, shooting a glare at Kate. “Well what are you waiting for, you idiot?!” She yelled, yet there was no venom behind it. The brunette gulped and nodded, finally understanding what Yelena had done.

Natasha braced herself for tickles from behind, yet was surprised to hear heavy footsteps run out of the common room. Yelena had sacrificed herself so Kate could escape? Something weird was going on here.

“I’ll get you Kate! I’m not done with you yet!” Natasha playfully threatened, before turning back to the trapped blonde. “But first, I’ll have to deal with you,” She added with a smirk, winking at her baby sister. Kate could hear Yelena’s loud laughter in the distance as she quickly ran to her own room for safety.

The brunette had decided not to take more pictures of Natasha, now that she was on high alert. It would be a huge risk, and she heavily doubted that Yelena would jump in the fire a second time for her. It had taken several days to prepare the gift, since she had to do it sneakily, yet Kate was finally done, and she was very proud. And now, all she had to do was wait.

When the 3rd of December finally arrived, Kate was literally bouncing on her feet out of eagerness. She really wanted to give her gift to Natasha, yet she also wanted to give Yelena the opportunity to be the first one to celebrate with her sister. So, Kate decided to look for Natasha in the early afternoon, unable to wait any longer. She found the assassin in the common room, surprised to see that she was alone. It was the perfect opportunity, however. Natasha looked up as she noticed Kate approaching, her eyes full of love as she smiled at her friend. 

“Happy Birthday Natasha!” Kate cried out, almost jumping onto the couch to hug the redhead. Natasha couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement, wrapping an arm around Kate’s back as she gently rocked her from side to side.

“Thank you sweetheart,” She said, looking genuinely happy as she looked up at the young girl, releasing her from the hug. Kate thought her heart was going to explode with love then and there.

“I got you a gift!” The brunette said, sitting down next to her as she held out the wrapped gift. Natasha playfully rolled her eyes and accepted it, shaking her head at the archer.

“Sweetie, you didn’t have to give me anything. The fact that you remembered my birthday is already enough for me,” She said, yet Kate quickly shook her head. She was having none of that, and now she was even more determined to give Natasha more gifts from now on. 

“If you don’t open it right now, I’m giving you two gifts next year,” Kate declared, waggling her eyebrows playfully. Natasha rolled her eyes again, yet didn’t waste another minute as she started tearing at the wrapping paper. Kate was almost bouncing on the couch, nervous to see her friend’s reaction. She was pretty sure Natasha would like it, but she was still nervous.

When Natasha read the words ‘For the best friend in the world’ on the front of the book, she immediately went quiet. She opened the book to look at the pages, and couldn’t suppress a rather emotional gasp. Inside the book there were dozens of pictures of Natasha and Yelena from every possible angle, cuddled up together. And most importantly, Natasha was smiling on all of them. There was a heavy silence in the room as Natasha slowly flipped through all the pages, looking at every single picture. As she got to the last page, the redhead let out another gasp, one of her hands covering her mouth. It was covered with pictures of Yelena and Natasha as children - Yelena had been so kind as to give her some copies from ‘Mama Melina’s’ original book - and in the center of it there was a single picture of Yelena, Natasha and Kate, the words ‘you are loved’ written underneath it. Kate looked at her friend, now slightly worried as Natasha didn’t take her eyes off the page for a good minute, not even blinking.

“So… do you like it?” She asked, making Natasha finally look up from the book. Teary eyed, she put the book aside and pulled Kate into the biggest hug she had ever received. Natasha buried her face into Kate’s neck, unable to hold back her sobs and her emotions any longer. Kate returned the embrace, rubbing one hand over her friend’s back in a soothing motion. While she had expected Natasha to get emotional, she had not foreseen this outburst. After about a minute or two the redhead pulled back, cupping Kate’s cheeks with both hands.

“That is one of the best, if not the best, gifts I’ve ever received,” She said with a sniffle, a smile appearing on her face. “Thank you so much.” Kate let out a relieved sigh and leaned into the touch, an even wider smile appearing on her face.

“You’re special, Tasha, so you deserve special gifts. I just wanted to show you that you ARE loved, no matter what you think… and now, if you ever have a bad day, you can use this as a reminder,” The brunette said, grabbing hold of one of Natasha’s hands to place a gentle kiss on her fingers. “You’re one of my best friends, and I’m here for you when you need me, whenever you need me,” She promised.

Natasha was at a loss for words and simply nodded with a smile, pulling Kate close to her once more to cuddle, to which the brunette easily complied. The two of them sat together in a comfortable silence, Kate’s back resting against Natasha’s front, while the assassin played with her friend's hair to calm down from her emotions. Both of them were simply enjoying each other’s presence as Natasha placed her chin on Kate’s shoulder.

“I’m impressed you thought of such a creative gift in the first place,” She complimented after a while, lightly scratching at the base of Kate’s neck to get those sweet giggles she loved. 

“What can I say, I’m a genius,” The brunette giggled, trying hard not to pull away from the nails on her neck. “It was hard though, taking pictures while you weren’t looking,” She added with a smirk.

“So that’s why you were sneaking up on me,” Natasha chuckled, gently poking her cheek with one finger. “I knew you were acting weird. You little stalker,” She teased with a wink.

“I’m not!” Kate protested with a huff, now folding her arms in front of her. “I just needed to take pictures when you weren’t looking!” She added. Natasha suddenly raised a brow, a smirk forming on her face.

“Oh right… that reminds me,” She started, wrapping her arms around Kate’s shoulders to trap her in a hug. “Didn’t I say I’d get you for not giving your phone to me? I think I’ll do that now. Plus I still need to properly thank you,” She smirked. Kate’s eyes widened as she looked over her shoulder, immediately recognizing the look on her friend’s face.

“Wait, Natasha nO-”

Kate was cut off by a choked giggle as Natasha pressed a ticklish kiss against her sensitive neck. The redhead smirked, placing kiss after kiss on Kate’s neck, mumbling ‘thank you’ after each kiss to make the skin tingle. Kate shrieked and started giggling hysterically in no time, shaking her head side to side to try and escape from the teasing touches.

“Natasha pleeehehehehehehehease!! Thahahahahat tihihihickles!!” The poor archer cried out as she squirmed in the hug, unable to pull free. She now really regretted wearing her hair in a ponytail, since it exposed all of her neck. Natasha, of course, ignored her pleas for mercy and kept playfully tormenting the young girl. When Kate was reduced to nothing more than a giggling, blushing mess in her arms, the assassin finally let up with a chuckle, placing one last kiss on the top of her head.

“Thank you,” She said, truly meaning it from the bottom of her heart. Kate let out the last few giggles, leaning back into the hug with a content sigh.

“Happy birthday Tasha~”

#Marvel fic #Black Widow #Hawkeye #Natasha Romanoff #Yelena Belova #Kate Bishop #ler!Natasha #lee!Kate #lee!Yelena #Fluff #Friendship #Natasha x Kate #Natasha x Yelena #Yelena x Kate #Sisterly love #Platonic

[ilovewhiteroses]

Hi darlings! As you all know, Justified: City Primeval is based on Elmore Leonard's novel, "City Primeval: High Noon in Detroit" (1980). I thought it would be interesting to pick out a few excerpts from it to get to know a little bit more of Clement Mansell, whom will Boyd portray in the series. Warning: contains sexual references and violence Spoilers, I guess:

- Clement liked views from high places after years in the flatlands of Oklahoma and feeling the sky pressing down on him. It was the same sky when you could see it, when it wasn’t thick with dampness, but it seemed a lot higher in Detroit. He would look up there and wonder if his mom was floating around somewhere in space.

- Clement sat back on the couch, exposing the pair of bluebirds tattooed above his pure-white breasts. When they had first met three and a half years ago at a disco, Clement had said, “You want to see my birds?” and opened his shirt to show her. Then he’d said, “You want to see my chicken?” When Sandy said yes he pulled his shirt out of his pants and showed her his navel in the center of his hard belly. Sandy said, “I don’t see any chicken.” And Clement said, “It’s faded out; all that’s left is its asshole.”

- ONE TIME CLEMENT WAS RUN OVER by a train and lived. It was a thirty-three-car Chesapeake & Ohio freight train with two engines and a caboose. Clement was with a girl. They were waiting at a street crossing in Redford Township about eleven at night, the red lights flashing and the striped barrier across the road, when Clement got out of the car and went out to stand on the tracks, his back to the engine’s spotlight coming toward him at forty miles an hour. Yes, he was a little high, though not too high. He was going to jump out of the way at the last second, turned with his back to the approaching train, looking over at the girl’s face in the car windshield, the girl’s eyes about to come out of her head. Instead of jumping out of the way Clement changed his mind and laid down between the tracks. The train engineer saw Clement and slammed on the emergency brake, but not in time. Twenty-one cars passed over Clement before the train was brought to a stop and he crawled out from beneath the twenty-second one. The train engineer, Harold Howell of Grand Rapids, said, “There was just no excuse for it.” Clement was taken to Garden City Hospital where he was treated for a bruised back and released. When questioned by the Redford Township Police Clement said, “Did I break a law? Show me where it says I can’t lay down in front of a train if I want?”

- Clement tucked Raymond Cruz’s business card into the elastic of his briefs and took hold of Sandy’s arms, sliding his hands up under the satiny sleeves and tugging her gently against him. He said, “What’re you nervous about, huh? You never been nervous before. You need one of Dr. Mansell’s treatments? That it, hon bun, get you relaxed? Well, we can fix you up.

- “That’s right,” Raymond said, “or he could be in that highrise over there, twenty-five-oh-four. If you remember Clement, he’s got very large balls. The papers at the time called him the Oklahoma Wildman, but he’s more like a daredevil, a death defier . . .” “Evel Knievel with a gun,” Herzog said. “That’s right, he likes to live dangerously and he likes to kill people.”

- Clement said, “Sugar, I told you I want a regular car. I ain’t gonna street race, I ain’t gonna hang out at the Big Boy; I just need me some wheels in your name till things get a little better. Now here’s seven one-hundred-dollar bills, all the grocery money till we get some more. You buy a nice car and pick me up over there—if I can make it across Telegraph without getting killed—where you see that sign? Ramada Inn? I’ll be in there having a cocktail.”

- Clement stared at his little partner, waiting for what she said to make sense. Finally he said, “Honey? . . . I want to talk to this man, I don’t want to dance with him.” “Well, what if he doesn’t want to go there?” “Hey, aren’t you with the good hands people?” Clement inched his own hand over as he said it and caught Sandy between her slender legs. “Aren’t you?” “Cut it out.” “Why, what’s this?” Clement closed his eyes as he felt around. “Whiskers? You growing whiskers on me?” “That hurts.” “Yeah, but hurts good, don’t it? Huh? How ’bout right there? Feel pretty good?” Sandy rolled toward him, pushing out her hips, then stopped. “I ain’t gonna do it less you brush your teeth.” “Come on,” Clement said, “we don’t have to kiss. Let’s just do it.”

- Clement grinned at him. “Well, it don’t matter. We’re here to talk about the basics of love anyway, aren’t we, partner?” He paused, cocking his head. “Listen. Hear what they’re playing? ‘Everybody Loves a Winner,’ ” Clement half singing, half saying it. “That’s a old Dalaney and Bonnie number.” “You’re sure full of platter chatter this evening,” Sandy said. “You ought to get a job at CXI and get paid for it.” “Well, I got nothing against work. I come a piece from the oil fields to the world of speculation, Clement said, seeing Sandy rolling her eyes as he tightroped along the edge of truth. “But I’d rather see my investments do the work than me, if you know what I mean and I think you do.

- “Clement, really, if you’ll stop and think for a minute . . .” His hands slipped inside the roughcotton garment, moved up her body and felt her elbows come in tightly, her eyes staring into his. “What you think I’m gonna do to you? . . . Huh? Tell me.” He moved his thumbs across her breasts. “Hey, your nobs’re sticking out . . . That feel pretty good? Juuuust brush ’em a little, huh? . . . They get hard as little rocks.” His right hand moved lightly down her side to her hip, their eyes still holding. “Now what am I gonna do? . . . That your belly button right there? . . . My, we don’t have no panties on, do we?” His voice drowsy. “Tell what you think I’m gonna do to you . . . Huh? Come on . . .” Clement drew his right hand out of the caftan, bringing it down past his own hip, curled the hand into a fist and grunted, going up on his toes, as he drove the fist into Carolyn’s stomach. Once he got her into the shower, the caftan off her shoulders, pinning her arms, Clement gave Carolyn a working over with a few kidney punches and body hooks, a couple of stinging jabs to the face before a right cross drew blood from her nose and mouth and he turned the shower on her. The job was trying to keep her on her feet, glassy-eyed and moaning, Clement doubting she had much air left in her. He gave Carolyn a towel and guided her back to the desk in the window bay, bright with afternoon sunlight. Opening the checkbook, Clement said, “Let’s see now how much you want to give me.

- “Clement’s only been to prison once,” Sandy said. “He’s been to jail plenty of times, but he’s only spent like a year in a regular prison. He says he won’t ever go back again and I believe him. God, he makes up his mind to something . . . but he’s so unpredictable.

#Elmore Leonard - City Primeval: High Noon in Detroit #1980 #Justified: City Primeval #boyd holbrook #clement mansell

[dearreader]

hi it's me again (gift exchange anon), so sorry for the delay I kept meaning to follow up but you know how it is 😭

I'm lowkey invested in royai now, you're telling me that they never went canon? also what musicians other than taylor and fob do you like 👀

omg hi! it’s okay i’m so bad at responding lol.

but so royai, they’re not explicitly canon. but arakawa. the author, put a lot of details in that implies more is going on and their relationship is very deep. there’s a detail that rizas grandfather is general grumman, a mentor to roy in the military (also note rizas dad was roy’s alchemy mentor when they were growing up), and at one point before roy is transferred to central along with the rest of team mustang, general grumman asks roy to repay him by making his GRANDDAUGHTER the future first lady of amestris since roy’s plan is to become the fuhrer. roy says not to jump the gun. there’s details of roy ahd riza have a secret way of communicating that we do see when riza is transferred to work with fuhrer king bradley, cause roy was being to nosy so bradley said BACK OFF and relocated his entire team but kept riza as a hostage to get him to play nice (royai assigned divorce by the fuhrer) and roy responded by staging a coup on the government (he did this for multiple reasons. i’m making a joke), at one point roy calls riza after he buys a shit ton of flowers (don’t ask it’s a joke/plot relevant) and he hears something in her tone that makes him ask “WHATS WRONG?” (riza was just threatened by pride, again these two aren’t the main characters and there’s so much explanation im glossing over) and she responds with nothing but mentions to her dog that “he always knows what to say when i’m down” (or something along those lines, my manga is upstairs and i’m not walking up to grab it now so bare with me), during a bonus chapter that’s canon we see roy go on one of his “dates” with his informant (he has a womanizer facade and goes on dates with woman that gather intel and they’re implied to work for roy’s paternal aunt/foster mother who runs a brothel/informant buisness WHO HERSELF HAS CONNECTIONS TO GENERAL GRUMMAN, AGAIN RIZAS GRANDFATHER) and in this chapter he’s noted as being lazy (also apart of his facade but i like to headcanon him as having adhd like me anc this chapter is something i like to use) but he is notoriously known for not doing or finishing work but he finishes EVERYTHING in time to leave on time to go on his date BUT THEN RIZA WALTZ IN with a huge ass stack of papers that would take him hours to get through and says he needs to finish it all before leaving MEANING HE’D MISS HIS DATE but roy (in true adhd fashion) powers through it in like 15 minutes and goes on the date then riza goes down to the rifle range and instead of taking her training rifle takes her actual one and shoots the targets (implying she’s taking her frustrations out, i didn’t know how to phrase that. bare with me im tired), riza says she’ll shoot roy in the back if he ever starts from his goal of restoring peace and democracy (this is where the ICONIC “i’d follow you into hell if you ask me to” comes in) to the country and during a confrontation where she THREATENS HIM WITH DOING IT he asks what SHE’D do if she shot him (basically trying to call her bluff) but she then flat out says that if she shoots him she’ll kill herself after the smoke had settled on that day (it’s the promised day) and he comes down from his fucking insanity DISARMS himself by taking off his gloves and lowers her gun and apologizes to her, then like thirty minutes later the bad guys are like “hey roy, you need to do human transmutation to be a sacrifice. so do it.” and he’s like “no.” SO THEY SLICE RIZAS THROAT and say “okay, do it or she fucking dies” AND THIS GUY US SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING IT BUT DOESNT CAUSE RIZA GLARES AT HIM WHILE BLEEDING OUT AND LATER HE SAYS LIKE “i’ve known you long enough to know that look. ‘if you do human transmution, i’ll shoot you’” (riza also says to the doctor who’s saying she’ll die that “i won’t die, im under strict orders not to die.” BECAYSE EARLIER ROY SAID THEIR ORDERS WERENT TO DIE!),

(had to start a new paragraph cause apparently there’s a paragraph limit on tumblr???) BUT THEN ROY IS FORCED THROUGH THE PORTAL OF TRUTH AND LOSES HIS EYESIGHT SO DURING THE FINAL BATTLE WHERE HES SHOOTING FIRE HE IS HOKDING ONTO RIZA WHO IS ALSO HOLDING ONTO HIM CAUSE THEYRE BOTH INJURED AND SHES HIS LITERAL EYESIGHT AND TELLING HIM WHERE TO SHOOT CAUSE SHE TRUSTS HIM RHAT FUCKING MYCH AND *screams*

but yeah, they don’t end up together canonically because when someone asked arakawa if they’d get married, or something like that, she says “i can’t have them be married because then they couldn’t be surpior/subordinate.” which is insane if her to say cause she’s never not phrased them in a way like “they’re not together” but like “they can’t be together officially”. so they’re not canon but they’re heavily implied as canon and are, i think, the most popular ship for the show on ao3 (actively going out of my way to help but am being stopped by my depression/constanly being fucking tired)

but for artists it’s mainly just what everyone else here listens to! maisie, olivia, gracie, sabrina, grace enger, also have been getting into chappell roan and muna recently!!!!

#i’m so sorry for the rant y’all got #kelly babels #fullmetal alchemist #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #royai #love letters #swiftie gift anon

[all-the-things-2020]

No Better Place - Chapter 4

Summary: Cassidy puts Javi to work.

Word Count: 1100

Cassidy was leaning on the rail of the pen when she heard the rumble of a truck coming up her drive. Taking one last glance at the bay gelding who was pacing nervously back and forth, she turned to see who it was. She was not surprised to see the shiny new Ford from the Pena ranch roll to a stop next to her old blue truck. Now she just had to decide if she was happy to see Javi or not.

“Hey,” she called out as he stepped down from the cab. He wasn’t wearing a hat today, and his dark hair fluttered a bit in the breeze. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the aviator sunglasses he wore, but he seemed a little nervous.

“Hey,” he replied, shutting the truck door carefully so as not to spook the horse, who had started trotting now, his nostrils flaring. “How’s he doing?” He lifted his chin in the direction of the corral.

“Not too bad,” Cassidy said. “Had a hell of a time getting him down so the vet could geld him. I think he’s afraid of men.” To prove her point, the gelding tossed his head and pressed himself against the far side of the corral. “He’s okay around me, but the vet and his assistant got him freaked out.”

“You name him yet?” Javi said. He had stopped a few feet from her, which she was thankful for. Not only did it keep him further from the already agitated horse, it kept him away from her. She was determined to resist her physical attraction to him, now that she knew a bit more about him, but damn, he was hot.

“Buster,” she said, waiting for him to scoff.

“Because he busted out the fence,” Javi said with a nod. “I like it.” He scuffed one boot toe through the dirt. “Um, my dad wanted to know if you need anything else. He thinks I don’t have enough to keep me busy.”

Cassidy resisted the urge to snort at that. “Oh, I’ve heard that you’re plenty busy,” she said, leaning back against the fence rail. Javi tilted his head at her and she forged ahead. “I ran into a couple of people in town who filled me in on you, Mr. Pena.”

“And what did they say?” Javi shifted his weight, placing his hands on his hips. His blue shirt gaped open at the chest, where he’d left several buttons undone. Could his pants be any tighter? Cassidy thought idly.

“That you left your fiancée at the altar,” she said. “That you hang out at the Lobo on Saturday nights and go home with a different woman every week. That you buy whiskey by the case and cigarettes by the carton. That any woman with a lick of sense would stay far, far away from you.”

Javi chuckled, but there was little amusement in it. “I admit it,” he said. “I’m a piece of shit.” He shrugged.

“And yet, here you are, offering to help me again,” Cassidy said. “And don’t tell me it’s just because your dad told you to.”

Javi sighed. “They forgot to tell you I used to be a federal agent,” he said bitterly. “I’m used to blindly following orders.”

“Oh, they told me that,” Cassidy said lightly. “I just didn’t think that part was very important.” She turned her back to him and laid her arms on the top rail of the fence. “You can help me with Buster, if you want. I can retrain him, no problem, but he needs to get over his fear of men if I’m going to have any chance to sell him.”

She heard Javi take a few steps closer. “What would I have to do?”

“Not much at first,” she said. “Just hang out with him. Let him realize you aren’t going to hurt him. Maybe give him carrots and horse cookies. Groom him once he’s used to you, so he associates you with good things. I’ll do the actual training.”

Javi stepped forward a bit more, resting his arms on the top rail a few feet away from her. Buster quivered and snorted at the far side of the pen. “I can do that,” Javi said quietly.

“Good,” Cassidy said. “You two stay here and get acquainted while I get some work done with the others.” She pushed away from the fence and headed for the barn.

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Javi leaned on the rail, watching Buster, who watched him back. The bay horse was on full alert, ears flicking back and forth, eyes wary. Javi could see the horse’s skin twitch with anxiety.

“Yeah, I get it,” Javi said softly. “They screwed you up good, didn’t they, boy? But I’m not going to do anything to you. We’ll just hang out for a bit, two losers together, okay?”

Buster snorted but remained on the far side of the pen. Javi sighed. He spied the lawn chairs he and Cassidy had sat in the other day and brought one over to the corral fence. Might as well be comfortable while he kept the horse company. Buster watched his every move as he carried the chair and placed it where he got a sliver of shade from the scrawny palo verde tree that grew nearby.

From his seat, Javi could watch Buster, as well as see Cassidy out in the bigger arena on the other side of the barn. She was lunging a bay horse, making it walk, trot, and lope around her on the end of a long line. She stood calmly in the center of the circle, giving the horse subtle cues with a long whip and her body language. It was mesmerizing, and not just because she was wearing another tight tank top.

He was so lost in watching Cassidy work that he forgot all about Buster until the gelding stepped into his line of sight. Javi was about to shoo the horse out of the way when he realized Buster was only a few feet away from him.

“Well, well,” Javi crooned. “Curiosity isn’t just for cats, is it?” Buster snorted and shied a few steps, but otherwise stayed where he was. Javi sat still, relaxing even though every instinct he had told him to lean forward. He didn’t want to spook the horse and lose the tiny bit of progress they’d managed to make. So he sat, and Buster stood, In companionable silence while the sun beat down and the flies buzzed around their heads.

#pedro pascal #javier peña x ofc #javier pena fic #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #horses #fan fiction

[aeoki]

New Start GO! - Work: Chapter 6

Location: Inside Train Characters: Hajime, Tomoya, Mitsuru & Nazuna

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< That night. On the way home on the train. >

Mitsuru: Phew, I’m tired…

Tomoya: It’s rare for you to show that you’re tired, Mitsuru. You’re usually still super energetic at this time of the day.

Mitsuru: Hmm~ There were a lot of new things for me, so I think my brain’s tired, y’know? My body’s fine but my brain is dead~...!

Tomoya: Haha. Only your brain’s tired, huh… That sounds like something you’d say ♪

But in reality, I’m also pretty tired from today’s work. It’s a good thing the train isn’t as packed as it was this morning, though.

Hajime: It was so full to the point we couldn’t move at all. There aren’t that many people now so it seems we can relax before we reach Seisou Hall.

Nazuna: …So what did you guys think about today’s work?

You said you wanted to gain new experiences when you were saying we should accept “New Start Go!”, right, Hajime-chin?

We were definitely busy during the product planning meeting in the morning and helping out the area manager in the afternoon, but did you get a good experience from them?

Hajime: Yes. I was able to experience things I don’t usually get to experience.

I could make good use of my household skills and I received a compliment from the employees too.

I didn’t think the things I do for my family would also be useful in society.

Nazuna: Ahaha. You’re extraordinary, Hajime-chin~ You seemed like a different person from usual since you could do all those things so well.

You left a good impression on the workers from start to finish~ You’re definitely today’s MVP, Hajime-chin.

On the other hand, I felt so bad since I was pretty useless.

It was all new stuff for me so I panicked and made a lot of mistakes. I’m a disappointing “Nii-chan”.

Hajime: No no, I just think we’re cut out for different things.

You were the one who taught me the ABCs of being an idol.

And if it weren’t for your training back when we were new students, I don’t think I would still be here today…

Ahaha, maybe being a normal member of society might be my life calling. Just kidding…♪

Tomoya: Hey, it’s not good to deprecate yourself like that. Those words should be aimed towards me, not you, Hajime.

“Ra*bits” only exists in the entertainment industry because of you, Nii-chan. You taught us everything we needed to know and watched over us.

So now you can rely on us during “New Start Go!”. I’m not as skilled as Hajime, but we’ve also got your back, Nii-chan.

I’ll do my best so they have a good impression of “Ra*bits”.

Nazuna: Sorry for all the trouble~...

Alright, I’ll keep my spirit up and work hard again tomorrow.

…And look, we’ve almost reached our station.

Mitsuru-chin, you were all quiet and looked like you weren’t in a good mood, but are you okay? We’re almost there, so don’t forget to get off, okay~?

Mitsuru: I know! I was just thinking about some stuff, but I’m listening to the important things!

Nazuna: You were thinking about something…?

Mitsuru: Yup. Just thinking about how today was our first day working at a company, but it feels like a waste to go home right away.

They have drinking parties at pubs in office dramas, right? We’re office workers now too so I wanna do something like that, y’know!

Tomoya: Oh, so that’s why you were so quiet…

We can’t drink because we’re minors, you know? If someone took a photo of you drinking, then you’d just be causing a lot of trouble.

If we’re gonna have a drinking party, then we can just drink some fizzy drinks at Seisou Hall.

Mitsuru: Right! That’s what I wanted to say too!

It’s still too early for me to be drinking alcohol, so I wanna head to the nearby supermarket to pick up some drinks and snacks to have a party, y’know? ♪

Hajime: It’ll be easier on our wallets that way too. I’m in.

Nazuna: Then, we’ll go shopping after we leave the gates.

We’ll buy some side dishes and dinner while we’re at it, then we’ll have a drinking party at Seisou Hall.

Mitsuru: Okay! My body isn’t tired at all, so I can carry all the bags!

The party will cheer us up for work tomorrow~☆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< That night. >

Hajime: Mmm, Zzz…

Hm? This is… the auditorium, isn’t it…?

That’s odd. I was having a drinking party with the others at Seisou Hall and went back to my room to sleep but… This is a dream, right…?

If it is a dream, then it’s been a while. I used to have this nightmare where I’d be performing in front of an empty audience a lot back then.

Maybe I remembered the feeling of doing my best in an unfamiliar environment after working at the company.

“♪~♪~♪~”

That’s the old me dancing on stage.

I have a smile on my face, but I’m sure I was feeling frustrated underneath. After all, I worked so hard to earn money from the “school jobs” to take part in “S2”.

But it’s okay. I know it’s difficult now, but I’m sure those frustrations will connect a pathway to the future…

You’ve got this, newbie idol Hajime Shino.

Ra Ra*bits, love Ra*bits~...♪

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