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snenbubs · 5 months

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I've been reading your work for a while now and the way you write for Mammon is amazing, you're definitely my favourite writer for him. So I was wondering if you aren't too busy if could you please write breakup headcanons for mammon

HELLO! Thank you so, so much!!! It means so much to me that you enjoy what I write! Most of it is my delerious train of thought at like 1am so im honestly shocked at the amount of support ive been getting!

ANYWAYS, ONTO THE HCS!

HB MAMMON X GN!READER, BREAKUP HCS

I'm assuming you meant like, if you broke up with Mammon? If thats not what u meant just send in another anon! I wont mind :3

- Okay, first of all, how dare you?

- He is, the Mammon. You don't just decide when things are over!

- You were smart enough to break it off with him over text, rather than in person, because he absolutely would throw a scene. No matter where you are, public or private. Think Sarah Lynn level shit.... like, literally stabbing himself, in public, to prove a point.

- What is the point? That he loves you!

- He's especially pissed off about the fact that you broke it off with him though. It bruised his ego, he would much, much prefer it if he had been the one to have broken up with you. He would have never done that though.

- He would go through the five stages of grief 100%

- For the first few days he's in DEEP denial about it. He'd go about life as though the two of you were still together, even though you weren't there.

- Pretending that you were on a work trip or something really helped. It gave him a sense of hope that one day you'd return to him, and he'd feel your warm body embraced against his once again.

- But you and Mammon were a big public thing, like, everyone knew about you. So, people started to notice your absence. Where you would always be by his side now bore an empty pocket of air. People started questioning it;

- From simple posts online to 666News interviews asking him invasive questions regarding your lack of publicity. It pissed him right off, because he couldn't pretend you were still with him whilst constantly being reminded that you weren't.

- And then you spoke up about the breakup.

- You made a Tweet regarding the status of your relationship. Que the next stage...

- With the world now aware of your distanced status Mammon was bombarded with crude comments and remarks, from your fans and haters, to his fans and haters. It'd range from "Wow Mammon fumbled the bag hard." to "Now that Mammon is single do you think he'll start letting groupies backstage ?"

- He actually refused to show up to a lot of interviews and talk-shows because every single time theu brought up the headline, he would get so, so angry. He's almost torn through an interviewer once or twice.

- His bargaining phase was the absolute worst phase though.

- Thousands of calls a day, and an equal level of voice messages followed by hundreds of texts. You'd block his number and then BAM, another number calls you. He manipulates the phone manufacturer of Hell to give him an unlimited free supply of phones so expect him to not let up in that department.

- You know that meme where the person is stood outside the door, crying, with an umbrella over their head and fake rain over them. That's him.

- He gets Beelzebub to provide the fake rain and probably prepared a whole speech to recite to you... its not that good though, most of it is deflective bullshit. He wont take his own problems into account at all.

- If you don't take him back after that then he may even resort to the old boombox by the window trick.

- I don't think he'd hit the depression or acceptance stages of grief, though. He's a tempermental character and he resorts to anger if something doesn't go his way. So the traits he shows through this whole ordeal is frustration and desperation.

- He has a strict victim complex too. So he's most likely never going to understand what he did wrong in the relationship.

- Even if he did realise what he did however, he isn't apologising. He expects you to understand and forgive him despite this.

-It would take him a long while to get over you.

-You were one of the only people who would put up with his shitty personality, who could make him feel so loved and adored. It had been a long, long time since someone had made him feel such a way. It was such a fleeting experience, and he will not be recovering from the loss of your love any time soon.

This is a little short, so I do apologise! I hope you enjoy it anon :)

#helluva boss x reader #mammon hb #mammon hb x reader #hb mammon #mammon helluva boss #hb mammon x reader #headcannons #breakup headcannons

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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My Forgotten Love (Yandere BOTW x reader)

Link often wonders if he's better off without his memories.

As he explores across the distant land of Hyrule, he's constantly bombarded with echoes of the past, of the person he once was.

He was a hero, a knight who wields the master sword, the sword that seals the darkness. He protected the princess of Hyrule, the one who carries the power of the Triforce of wisdom. He was strong, courageous, brave. Thats what everyone told him anyway.

He never felt strong, courageous, or brave. In fact, he was afraid most of the time. Afraid of dying, afraid of his past, afraid of what lies ahead of him once his journey is over. He was always somewhat afraid, but as the last protector of Hyrule, there was no place for fear. So, he buried it all down, never acknowledging it, in the hope it would disappear.

The fear bubbled up and almost spilled out of him when he found an abandoned house near castle town that caused his head to spin. It was lonely, Link would've missed it if it wasn't for the pain it caused. it was small, only a single person could've lived there, but it felt homey, and strangely warm as he walked inside. It was a single room decorated with a desk, bed, and fireplace, a pot hanging above it. The walls were covered n maps, notes, and other little writings that were worn to time.

The desk was in the far corner of the room, a single, unlabeled book, on top of it. It called to him, like a distant friend you haven't seen in a while, filling his body up with warmth that drowned out the pain he previously felt. His body moved on its own, quickly opening it up, reading note that was attached inside the back of the cover.

"(Y/N) (L/N)'s personal diary. Please do not read if your name if Purah or Robbie."

(Y/N). (Y/N)? Why does his chest hurt when he reads the name? Ignoring it, he flipped the page, absorbing the words on the page.

Entry 1:

"I don't know how to start this. Purah had suggested starting a diary log to record my day to day. Why you ask? I never got a straight answer from her. Purah's like that, bringing things up quickly and dropping them just as fast. Either way, I guess recording my thoughts isn't that bad. As long as it gets, Purah off my back for a while, I'll do whatever she asks. Speaking of Purah, Impa (her younger sister), recommended her to the Princess to study the recently excavated Shaikah tech. Is it bad to say I'm jealous?

Entry 2:

Purah can definitely tell I'm jealous. Maybe she's been reading my diary? I don't know. It might be because I'm kinda avoiding her, but it's only because I've been busy with my studies, nothing else. Either way, she's been talking nonstop to me and Robbie about her studies of the shrines. Speaking of Robbie, Purah put him in charge of the guardians, which he seems very eager about. It was then when I asked her if I could help out. She didn't give a straight answer, like always, but I could tell she was holding something bad, like she was thinking heavily about something.

Entry 3:

I'm very excited! Purah came to me and said she talked to the Princess, and she agreed to let me study the Divine Beasts! I could barely contain my happiness; I ran write home to start writing this (sorry about my handwriting). I plan on thanking Purah properly after I meet the Princess. Apparently, she'll bring me up to speed on somethings I need to know about the Beasts before boarding them. I'm just so excited, I need to take a nap before I write off this page.

Entry 4:

Princess Zelda was very kind, but that was to be expected. She was more than happy to listen to my hypothesis about the Divine Beasts. She was accompanied by her sworn protector, Link. He was, quiet, to say the least. He didn't really, do that much, just listened to our conversations quietly. It was sort of awkward, but I got over it quickly. It was weird though, it felt like his gaze was on me more than it was on the Princess. Even when I left, his stare was almost imprinted on me. Maybe it was my fault, probably. Anyway, on the Princess's request, I'll be traveling to the Devine Beasts with him. I won't be able to write then, so see you soon!

Entry 5:

I'm happy to be home. The journey around Hyrule took a little over a month, and it was very tiresome. There's lots to talk about. Firstly, I met the Champions, at least most of them. I was unable to meet Daruk, Champion of Vah Rudania. Death Mountain is too dangerous for Hylians, and it would be dangerous to bring it down the mountain. Hopefully I'll get to meet him soon, I've heard a lot of great things about him. The other Champions were great, well most of them. Revali, Champion of Vah Medoh was...very boastful. He talked a lot, mostly about himself. But I guess I would be boastful if I could pilot a Devine Beast.

I think I got closer with Link. I say think because it was really hard to tell. It took a while to get him to talk, he was silent most of the time I tried. It got to the point where I just talked about everything, just so I wouldn't have to sit in silence. Eventually, when he reached Zora's domain, he started to talk. It was sparce, but he would talk about what life was like as a child. I learned he liked to cook (his cooking is very good). He also let me talk about my findings and while it was obvious he didn't understand most of it, it was nice for him to listen to me.

I had a really great time. I hope Link did too.

Entry 6:

I think I'm being watched. Zelda has been requesting my appearance at Hyrule Castle more and more, I practically live there. Every time I step foot there, I can't help but feel like someone is watching me. I never bring it up, since I'm with the princess most of the time and I don't want to bother her. I have some ideas on who it could be, but no concrete answers. I sometimes catch Revali staring at me whenever he has business at the castle, but even when he's not there, I can feel someone's eyes on me. Honestly, I think Revali might just be hung up on me visiting Vah Medoh with one of his least favorite people (sorry Link). There's also one of the men within Hyrule's royal guard, I believe his name was Thomas. He’s pretty shy, but he had a bunch of questions about my research. We talked for a while before I was pulled away by the princess and Link. Speaking of Link, he’s been a little on edge lately, especially with the other members of the guard. He says it because they’re “distracted”. He’s even become a little, clingy? I don’t know, it’s probably just my imagination, I’m going to bed.

Entry 7:

I haven’t seen Thomas in a while. He hasn’t shown up to the castle in weeks. Link said he was slacking off and he got what he deserved, honestly it was kinda scary. I even brought it up to the princess, but she really didn’t seem to care. I hope he’s okay.

Honestly, I haven’t seen really anyone in a while. Since Zelda is nearing her 17th birthday, she’s been up at the shrine of wisdom trying to awaken her powers. Link has been with her, same with the champions, and Purah and Robbie have been busy with preparing for Ganon. It’s been really stressful, all I can really do is try to help them, and pray to Hylia that everything turns out okay.

The rest of the pages, which are slightly burn and blank, fill Link with dread. You were someone he knew, someone he cared for, someone he loved, how could he forget you? This journal is the only thing he has to remember yoh by, and it makes him want to lay down and die. Out of all the people in all of Hyrule, why wasn’t he able to protect you. This was his fault.

Link doesn’t acknowledge the tears that runs down his face as he pockets the journal with immense care so to not damage it. He doesn’t wipe them from his face as he leaves the house that brought him a fleeting sense of comfort and warmth. And Link doesn’t flinch as the tears continue to steam and hit the grown as he walk away, heading towards Hateno.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere link x reader #yandere legend of zelda #yandere breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #tears of the kingdom x reader

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sosa2imagines · 5 months

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I had my dance and now I'm where I belong. Part 2

----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Angst, cheating and little bit of fluff ----------------------------------------------------- Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 -----------------------------------------------------

After you left the tower, you checked into a hotel and once you enter the room you called Nat who along with Wanda and Sam were waiting for your call. When you were done with the call loneliness crept in slowly you started to freak out and the emotions you were hiding since the confrontation till now all came out, you dropped to the floor and cried your heart out. After a week you got the news the happy couple made it official how one cheater got another cheater you told your reflection in the mirror smiling for a bit then crying again. It was true what you told yourself Bucky does not know that Sharon had cheated on Steve and that's the reason he broke up with her and you had promised him not to tell anyone. All of your dreams crushed and thrown out the widow because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. Every single day was painful the hurt was too much years of love gone just like that.

One month later. "Hello?" "Friday where is everyone?" "Captain Rogers welcome back Mr. Barnes is in his room and the others are in the common room" "Thank you Friday" Steve was nervous he knew everyone would bombard him with questions on his decision to leave and come back again but at the moment it all can wait he needed to see his love his best friend you first he wanted to tell you everything even the dance he had. So he rushed to Bucky's room knowing you would be there but god he was so wrong he wished he had knocked on the door but he didn't and because of that he was dumbfounded by the view "Bucky? Sharon? what's going what the hell why are you guys Sharon for god sake put your shirt on" Sharon roll her eyes. "Where is Y/n?, Bucky tell me dammit" Bucky was scared of what Steve's reaction would be so he went with the little white lie "We broke up I'm with Sharon now" "What? Broke up? why? you guys were so good, why did you guys break up? And Sharon no Buck you are hiding something" "Steve you have no rights to interfere in our lives they broke up deal with it" Sharon was quick to answer. "I'm not talking to you so shut up!" Steve yelled. "Don't yell Steve, she is right you left us ok you don't know what happened so accept this." Steve was shocked by Bucky's behavior he had never seen Bucky standing up for you like he was for Sharon he immediately knew something was wrong he left the couple behind and went to search others. "Where is Y/n?" "Steve?" Sam rushed to hug his friend, Nat was teary eyes seeing her bestfriend back. "Steve you are back" she hugged him as much as Steve was happy to see them and grateful for them welcoming him back he couldn't stop thinking about you. "Nat please I'm sorry if I'm sounding rude" Nat shook her head finishing his sentence for him "Y/n left for some alone time Steve, she was suffocating here" "Yeah man everyday she was dying here" "What happened after I left?" Sam and Nat told him everything Bucky did and how Tony does not fully know the truth that you hid for Steve's hard work of making him trust Bucky. Steve's heart broke even in pain you didn't think ill of Bucky. "Where is she?" "I'll give you the hotel address and don't worry we let her leave only on the condition she calls us everyday" "Thank you Nat if she calls don't tell her I'm coming to her" Nat nod at him and Steve left for you.

Your head was a mess, your emotions were all over the place you spent the nights crying asking yourself why. You did call the team daily not wanting to go back soon, you locked yourself in your hotel room trying to wrap your head around the entire situation. The love you had just went down the drain like nothing. You had your doubts but we're blinded by his love and now paying the price it's been almost a month you barely ate and slept cold showers did not felt cold. You were lost in your own world when someone knocked on the door and thank god you opened the door you were shocked eyes glossy as soon as you whispered "Steve" he was quick to hold you in his arms as you cried and fisted his shirt, when Steve saw the state you were in his heart broke. He couldn’t help but feel guilty after all he was the one to introduce you two only for you to suffer. "Why did he do this to me Steve why?" Steve kept rubbing your back to comfort you "Everything hurts Steve please make it stop take my heart out I can't take it no more Steve please help me stop this pain" Steve's heart broke completely he blamed himself if he had not left you would have not been in this situation but that does not mean he didn't learn from his mistake seeing you beg him to stop your pain Steve silently promise to protect you and heal your heart he swear he will not let anyone hurt you not even his best friend Bucky on that day Steve decided you are his and when the time is right you will know about his love but for now you needed your best friend and that's what he was going to be. After crying for hours in Steve's arms he finally managed to put you to sleep Steve's own eyes were teary he was angry at Bucky, angry at himself he was facing back and forth until his eyes fell on your personal diary he knew it was wrong but he had to know so respectfully he skipped all the parts and just saw the last few pages he was fuming in rage how dare Bucky pack your bags and tell you to leave the audacity to lie to him, he put the diary back in its place and texted Nat to come over. As soon as Nat came Steve told her to look after you and he will be back quickly. Steve for the first time broke traffic rules drove like a madman he literally ran up to were Bucky was and as soon as he saw him Steve's mind flashed your image the hurt and pain you were in the words in your diary he was fuming in rage "You bloody liar" with that Steve punched Bucky hard on the face, Bucky was shocked Steve punched him again and again calling him liar and a cheat Sharon didn't dare interfere Sam had to hold the captain back only after Sam talked about you Steve stopped but not before warning Bucky for the last time " You stay away from her and mark my words Bucky you will regret this" All Bucky could say was sorry and how he is happy with Sharon, Steve chuckled at his stupidity "one cheater got another cheater no wonder you two make quite the couple" with that Steve left a very confused Bucky alone with Sharon in the tower.

As for Steve Rogers he had his dance and now he is where he belongs that is with you and the first step towards your happiness was to shift you from the hotel to his apartment in Brooklyn time to take you home.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------(to be continued, also thank you all you guys are awesome lots of love to you all, initially it was supposed to be a one shot but it turned out into a series the next part might be last depends on how the story goes take care and feedback is appreciated 😊❤️) ----------------------------------------------------- Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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aoioozora · 1 month

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Simon.

Part 7

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 8 - Part 9

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: Reader and Alejandro interactions that make Simon jealous and a wee bit insecure. Tags: @cmbghost @gluttonybiscuits @paintlavillered @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction

____ pulled into the underground parking lot of the apartment complex, sighing. She had just come back from an underwhelming meeting with her editor.

She had proudly submitted the first few chapters of her manuscript, hoping they would be a hit, but was instead bombarded with the many suggestions of changes that should be made; while the plot itself was alright, the main complaint had to do with the male lead.

“Frederick is not captivating or interesting enough. He needs more depth and personality… Definitely something different from Elystran,” the voice of the editor echoed in her thoughts as she killed the engine of her car and stepped out of the car. The thought of it once again made her shoulders slump with disappointment.

Just as she did, out of the elevator across her parking spot came Alejandro. He spotted her and smiled. “Hey,” he greeted, twirling his car keys around his finger.

“Hey, where you off to? I thought you were at work already.”

He shrugged, “Took a day off for a doctor's appointment.”

“What happened?”

“Nasty back pain,” he sighed. Then noticing her dull spirits, he asked if she was okay.

“Yeah, I just came back from a meeting with the editor and apparently, I have a lot of stuff to change in my manuscript.”

“Ah,” he nodded solemnly, “I'm sorry to hear that.”

She shrugged. “It is what it is.”

Alejandro was silent for a moment, unsure whether to ask whatever he had on his mind. He decided to just go for it. “Do you mind if I read the manuscript? I'd like to see what it's all about. Maybe get a sneak peek into your next book too.” He winked at her.

“I was actually thinking of asking you just that.” She beamed, happy that he asked.

Alejandro raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah. Actually, most of the problems in my manuscript are with the male lead, so I think your valuable input as a man would really help me out. And your general opinion as a reader too.”

The man couldn't help but feel flattered. “Is that so? Then I'd be happy to help you out. Just send me the manuscript and I'll read it soon.” He threw his car keys in the air and caught it in his rugged, tan hand and smiled.

“Perfect.” Just as she was about to say something else, she got a notification on her phone, which she immediately took out, hoping it was a message from the editor changing his mind about the manuscript.

But it was Simon. Though a little disappointed, she still smiled, and he noticed.

“Boyfriend?” he asked, raising his eyebrows teasingly at her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, grinning. She kept the phone back in her pocket, deciding to answer him later.

Alejandro found it a little odd that she wouldn’t reply to Simon immediately, but he figured, “Maybe it’s just me,” and decided to let it be.

“I’m offended you didn’t tell me you started dating,” he smirked, playfully putting on a tone of feigned offense as he put his hand on his chest. “How’d you two meet?”

She laughed at his dramatics and then briefly related the incident to him.

“So you two started dating only a month and a half after meeting each other? That's… quick.” Alejandro remarked, raising his eyebrow. He knew people could fall in love at first sight, but that wasn’t the case with everyone.

“Yeah,” her voice squeaked and her gaze faltered; she cursed herself for it. “We found a lot in common and… hit it off.”

“Hm…” he exhaled, noticing the vagueness and lack of conviction in her voice and body language, but decided not to comment on it, not wanting to jump into conclusions too soon. “Well, good for you. I’m glad you found someone,” he said with a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He then looked at his watch. “I should get going. Don’t wanna be late for the appointment.”

“Alright, see you later!” she said with some eagerness, wanting to end the conversation, for she didn't know how else she could cover up.

“See ya, muñequita.”

Simon had recently followed ____’s spam/personal account, and saw that the skeleton plushie made a very frequent appearance. It showed up even on her main account to her tons of followers.

The story on her personal account posted late in the morning showed the skeleton perched against her laptop screen along with the caption, “Serious writer’s block rn. He’s cheering me on!”

The next image, posted three hours later was of Alejandro in front of a laptop that looked like hers, captioned, “@-alevargas is giving me some pointers. He's ruthless 💀”

Simon grunted, feeling a spurt of jealousy. He rolled over on his side on Gaz's sofa, nearly kicking Johnny– who was seated on the floor– on the back of his head.

He didn't hear his friend's yelp as he was too busy feeling bummed that she didn't ask him, especially after the two shared meaningful conversations over her novel before.

“It's not like I can control who she chooses to share her work with,” he told himself resignedly, “Besides, we're just friends. I'm not supposed to be feeling jealous like this.”

Yet he couldn't help it.

Simon decided to scope out his competition by paying a visit to Alejandro's Instagram page. Upon reaching there, he found that the man was an up-and-coming part time model with a fair amount of followers. Even though Simon saw him in real life and found him to be a handsome man, his modeling photographs rendered him dangerously handsome; he had perfectly tanned skin, thick glossy black waves styled gorgeously to suit his masculine features, straight pearly whites for teeth, a near perfect five o'clock shadow, an athletic and muscular body, and a dazzling smile characteristic of motivational speakers. He was Mexican, to top it off, which meant that he most definitely was an outgoing and energetic guy.

Simon felt his confidence fade into insignificance. Here was a man perfect in every respect like an expertly cut diamond, and compared to him, Simon felt like an ugly, misshapen rock. His own features contrasted with Alejandro's in his brooding, glaring eyes, his pale skin, thin lips, crooked teeth, his somber and quiet outward personality, and most of all, his marred face and body.

He immediately exited Instagram and dropped the phone on his chest, sighing. “Yeah, with a bloke like him as competition, there's no way I'm winning,” he thought to himself, now resting his arm over his forehead.

“Oi, Ghosty,” Johnny nudged Simon's leg with his elbow.

The familiar nickname irked him all of a sudden, as it felt like a reminder of his flaws. “What?” he asked, trying not to sound snappy.

“Did ye ask ____ if she wants tae come for our one night camp?”

Simon grunted. “I'll ask later.”

“No. Yer gonna forget. Also, tell her that Lindsey is coming too.”

Lindsey. Simon remembered Johnny telling him about her soon after he confessed their stalking. A short, freckled, ginger girl; Johnny spoke about her a lot and with excitement too, even calling her ‘Jolene’ in reference to the Dolly Parton song. Simon wasn't particularly surprised that Johnny was gallivanting with yet another lady; that's what he had always been doing since high school. His wit, charm, smiles, energy, and particularly his Scottish accent recommended him greatly to the opposite sex. He only hoped that Lindsey wouldn't take him too seriously.

Simon picked his phone back up and sent a quick text to ____ about the camping trip and its general details. No sooner was he about to throw his device aside on the coffee table to pay more attention to Gaz who was playing his electric guitar nearby, her reply came.

Author Girl: of course I'd love to come! Simon Riley: great. I'll let you in on more details later Simon Riley: Johnny has invited your friend too apparently Author Girl: Really? She didn't even tell me. Simon Riley: u better ask her about it then.

There appeared to be a slight delay in her reply even though she was online, and he wondered what she was up to. Finally, a reply came after two minutes.

Author Girl: I'll do that :) Simon Riley: Are you busy? Author Girl: yeah kind of. Alejandro is giving me some suggestions for my story

He felt a twinge of jealousy again. “He's still there? At this point, maybe they make a better pair than she and I,” he thought despairingly.

Simon Riley: yeah, I saw ur Instagram story. How's it coming along? Author Girl: it's coming along great. We're almost done here Simon Riley: he's at your place? Author Girl: yeah, he came over to give me some enchiladas he made and I invited him to come in.

Another twinge of jealousy, and another skill to add to Alejandro's repertoire.

Simon was so close to typing, “I wish you invited me instead,” but immediately deleted it.

Simon Riley: cool. Simon Riley: I'll leave you two then, I got other things to do Author Girl: sure. I'll text u back soon :) Simon Riley: alright. Cheers

She noticed how he went offline so quickly and stared at her phone for a moment. “Is it just me or did he seem a little off?” she wondered to herself, hoping she wasn't reading too much into it. She shrugged it off, thinking it had to do with whatever he was busy with.

“Muñequita?” Alejandro's voice interrupted her reverie.

Her eyes snapped back to the man sitting across her. “Yes?” she smiled, not realising she had been engrossed with Simon.

He looked at the clock on her wall. “I should get going now. It's gotten late,” he said, now placing her laptop on the coffee table and rising.

“Oh right, I've kept you here long enough,” she chuckled as she rose too. “Wait here for a moment.”

Alejandro, confused and curious, stood by the coffee table as he watched her disappear behind her kitchen door. She soon appeared with a can of soda, which she put in his hand.

“That's for you, as thanks for the enchiladas and helping me out,” she said, grinning at him.

He chuckled and playfully gave her forehead a gentle knock with the edge of the cold can. “Thanks, muñequita,” he smirked, opening the tab of the can with a single finger and taking a long sip of the soda. “Well,” he began as soon as the sip was drowned, “I'll be off now. Good night.”

“Good night, Alejandro. Take care,” she said as she walked him to the door.

“You too, nena,” he gave her a little smile. “Call me if you need any more help, alright? I'll be at your beck and call,” he said only half-jokingly, giving her a wink.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “You don't need to do that, but I'll let you know.”

As soon as he left, she breathed a heavy sigh. The conversation with Alejandro was fruitful, but she was exhausted. She decided to decompress and wind down for the night by taking a nice, long shower and a soak in the bathtub. She then had a simple dinner and just before bedtime, she was found on her bed in her satin pajamas and her phone, cuddled with the cushions and plushies; Little Simon, the most preferred and well loved, was tucked under her arm and pressed against her breast.

Her cute animal video marathon was interrupted by a message from (Bigger) Simon.

Simon Riley: wyd? Are you busy? Author Girl: watching videos. Hbu? Simon Riley: [photo] Simon Riley: watching a film with the lads. It's boring

The photo showed a glowing television screen in a dark room, and a little cameo of Johnny's familiar mohawk at the bottom as he was seated on the floor in front of Simon.

Simon Riley: I'd rather talk to you

She felt her heart skip a beat.

Simon Riley: I hope I'm not disturbing you btw Author Girl: no no you're not Author Girl: tbh I'd rather be talking to you too 😂

It was now Simon's turn to feel his heart skip a beat.

Simon Riley: good, because I'm in for a conversation Author Girl: what do u wanna talk about? Simon Riley: hmm Simon Riley: how did it go with Alejandro?

Unbeknownst her, Simon had to revise that text several times so as to not make himself sound unnecessarily overprotective, prying, and smothering. He hoped that he sounded casual and carefree enough.

Author Girl: went well. He gave me a lot of pointers for my male characters. My editor wasn't so happy with my male lead so I had to consult an actual guy to help me out Simon Riley: you could've asked me Author Girl: yeah well Alejandro was the first guy I came across so I thought I'd ask him. I was going to ask a bunch of different guys too so I'll be asking you next 😁 Simon Riley: good. I'll be glad to help. Simon Riley: btw about the trip Simon Riley: I need to fill u in w the finer details. Can I call you rn? Author Girl: sure

She sat up straight on the bed with bated breath. Though he had a few phone calls with him, she still felt a little bit nervous. She was about to get lost in her thoughts when the blaring of her ringtone made her jump with fright. She scrambled to pick up the call.

“Hey!” she squeaked in a high pitch, and immediately cleared her throat.

“Hi darling,” he said, his voice deep and affectionate; she could hear him smiling. “You alright? You seem a little… I don't know, surprised?”

“No,” she said breathlessly, “No, no, I'm fine.” She chuckled. When she heard the faint sound of traffic on his side, she asked, “Are you out already?”

“Just the balcony,” he answered.” How could you tell?”

“I could hear some traffic.”

“You're sharp,” he complimented.

She smiled. “Thanks. Now, what did you want to discuss?”

“Right, yes,” his voice immediately turned serious. He gave her all the finer details of the trip for a few minutes and at the end of it, he asked, “We're planning on using a car to get there since it's gonna be the five of us and it will save on petrol. Do you think we could use your car?”

“Well if my car is in good enough condition for you, then I don't mind,” she said, a hint teasingly.

He chuckled. “If I check it and find anything wrong, I'll give you a bollocking,” he teased back.

“Oh come on,” she rolled her eyes, smiling, “You gave me enough of a bollocking the other day when my battery died. I'm not going to let you do it again.”

She heard him laugh, and like it always did, her heart melted.

“You deserved it,” he scoffed. “But anyway, batteries and bollockings aside, you're okay with your car being used?”

“Absolutely.”

“And you're comfortable driving long distances? Like I said, it will be a three hour drive, which is quite long by European standards.”

“I'm okay with it. It's been a long time since I've driven that long though.”

“Don't worry, if you're tired, I'll take your place.”

“You? But didn't you say you were a bad driver?” she smirked.

He could hear her smirking and thought he'd try to make her laugh. “If I try really hard, I can avoid hitting a tree.”

She burst out laughing. “You're banned from the driver's seat!”

He smiled, gratified. “Whatever shall I do,” he said sarcastically, smiling and shaking his head.

“If you can prove that you won't hit anything within the first five minutes of the drive, then maybe I'll consider letting you drive for longer,” she challenged, shifting in her seat on the bed and running her finger over the contours of Little Simon on her lap.

“Challenge accepted,” he said with a self-assured snort.

She smiled at his confidence and willingness. “So where are we all meeting again?” she asked.

“At my place. I'll send you directions for it after this.”

“Okay,” she exhaled, now thinking of what his place looked like. What sort of decor and aesthetic he preferred, what sort of colors he liked, and if he kept house plants.

The two continued to converse a little more until their eyes felt heavy and they started yawning.

“Are your friends still watching the movie?” she asked, by this time half sitting up and half laying down on her bed.

“I think it's almost over,” Simon, who was still seated in the balcony, looked over his shoulder at Gaz and Johnny who had their eyes still glued to the television set, despite them having melted into the sofa. “You sound sleepy, darling. You should go.”

“Hmm…” she sighed. “But I don't want to go,” she whined in a soft, sleepy mumble.

“Why not?” he questioned smilingly, not wanting her to hear how her sleepy whine was making him melt.

“I like talking to you,” she replied in a tone that was trying to convince him to stay. She rolled over on her side, holding Little Simon close to her chest.

The man's distant eyes softened as he heard this and he felt a little tickle in his stomach. His voice deepened, quietened, and mellowed as he replied, “Same here, my darling, but we'll talk again soon, alright? You sound like you're gonna fall asleep right now.”

He heard another little whine, and he chuckled, unable to stop finding her cuteness so endearing and sweet. “Go on now,” he encouraged gently.

She finally relented. “Good night, Simon,” she said in a half-whisper.

“Good night, my love.”

There ended the call, and Simon kept his phone on his thigh, feeling his face turn warm against the cool, damp air of the outdoors. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled.

“Fuck me…” he murmured, running a hand through his hair.

This phone call was a huge boost to his earlier insecurity. Their banter, her acting cute, her not wanting to stop talking to him was evidence enough that she preferred him over Alejandro. He could only hope that his hunch was right and that she wasn't doing the same thing with the other man.

When the sound of her puppy-like whine echoed in his mind again, he groaned, wishing he could punch a wall so he could feel manly again.

Any more, and she was going to be the death of him.

The same woman, blissfully unaware of how her unintentional cuteness affected Simon, was now half-asleep on her bed, fingers curled loosely around her phone, and Little Simon nestled under her arm.

“Elystran, from your first book, was bubbly and energetic. So I think that it would make sense for Frederick to be a little more reserved and aloof, but someone with power and authority, unyielding, and kind to nobody but Adelheid. Maybe if you knew someone with similar traits like these, you could use them as a model.” Alejandro's words from their earlier discussion echoed in her thoughts.

Like lazily floating clouds on a clear summer's day, her thoughts drifted, trying to think of who would make the perfect model.

Her thoughts settled on one man:

“Simon.”

End of Part 7.

Part 8

Thank you all for your love on this series! I enjoy writing this and all your wonderful likes, comments, and reblogs fuel my passion some more. It's sm fun to write fluff; too bad I don't see a lot of it on tumblr lol. But anyway, thank you all once again. Remember, if you enjoyed this and want to be notified for updates, leave a comment so that I can add you to my tag list. x

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Hi Mei!

Let me just say you’ve probably seen me liking literally every piece of fluff you’ve ever posted with this man’s name on it in the last few days and I’m obsessed

I might have already missed mvm but otherwise could I ask to see dbf!hotch showing up for you when the actual family in question doesn’t? Like reader is really really excited for an event/milestone and only hotchy knows how much you care and shows up?

Definitely not filling a sick little void in my own life? no?! I would never…. 🙇🏼

ohhhh to be supported by soft dbf!hotch <3

The laces of your shoes are twisted, and you're on minute three of trying to straighten them out. They're flat ones, thin, so they flip around and fold themselves this way and that when you loosen them. They look messy when tightened, and you've got nowhere to be anyways, so you sit on the back steps of your dance studio's steps and untwist them.

Your fingernails are already marred from the zipper on the back of your costume dress. Paying hundreds of dollars for an ugly outfit you only wore once on stage for an hour was not worth it, and your nails are starting to break even more against the tightly bound shoes on your feet.

You hear chatter all around, parents congratulating their kids, friends laughing with each other, but your world is silent. It's just the scrape of your fingernails against your laces, and your near-silent breathing.

You hear the scrape of rubber against rock, then a pair of black dress shoes steps into your field of vision.

You look up at whoever's standing by the stairs, ready to dart out of their way, but it's-

"Aaron!" You gush, rocketing to your feet to ram into him in a hug that nearly topples him over, "You're here!"

"I'm here," He laughs, loud and long and deep from his chest, warmth gushing out of the sound and into your chest as he squeezes you tight, "You were amazing!"

"I don't understand," You breathe, pulling back to look at him dazedly, "I didn't invite you. I mean-!" You struggle to right yourself, and his face flushes red as he tries holding in a laugh, eyes scrunched at the edges, "I mean, like, I never gave you a ticket, I- I didn't think you'd want to come. So how did you get in?"

"This is really helpful," He flashes a corner of the black leather case that you know his FBI badge is in, and your heart soars.

"Thank you for coming," You go in for another hug, spotting a group of people behind him, lingering with smiles on their faces and flowers in their hands, "Uh...?"

"My team," He keeps a hand on the small of your back as he leads you to them, where you're bombarded with bouquets, and a hug from a rather bubbly blonde, "I treated everyone to a night off tonight so that we could come and see you perform."

You're hit with a wave of emotion you're not sure you'll ever be able to properly express, probably not without getting a little too in-depth about feelings you'd rather not bring up. You choose instead to revel in the giddiness that comes from Aaron's presence, his team's sweet smiles, and his hand on your back, leading you to a black SUV where you're treated to the passenger's seat.

It means that three grown men have to sit in the middle row, broad shoulders squished against neutral, then skinny ones.

"I used to dance, too," A voice pipes up from the third row, a dark-haired woman in pretty nude lipstick, "But I got in trouble for kicking a kid in the shins, and they threw me out."

You giggle at the image, and the smile she shoots you through the rear-view mirror only makes you more giddy.

"I don't find that too hard to believe," Aaron glances back at her, a similar smile on his face that his team seems just as enamored by as you are, "Why did you kick him?"

"He made fun of my friend," She shrugs, "'Said she looked like a baby deer."

"Because of her legs?" The broad-shouldered man peers back at her, and at her nod of approval, scrunches his face into a grimace, "Man, that's harsh."

"I mean, she did look like a baby deer." The woman confirms, and a slim blonde next to her snorts, "But no one's allowed to say it, you know?"

"Don't kick anyone in the shins," Aaron's hand shoots out to brace on your knee, squeezing softly as he uses a red light to glance over at you warningly, "At your age I think it would be considered assault, and while I would rescue you from prison, I'd prefer not to."

"Don't listen to him, Y/N. Kick mean boys in the shins," The woman pipes up from the back, pretty dark eyes focused on you, "I'll come bail you out, and we can go out for ice cream on the way home from jail."

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Just For A Moment - Part 5

Hello my beautifuls <33

Sorry for the really late update, I have been slammed with family events and have more in a weeks time 💔💔

But I do hope you enjoy this chapter, I'm going to try and update more often before I go MIA for a few days for wedding related stuff (not mine, silly😭)

This is a POV of Aurora's experience after she left and why she came back, enjoyyyy!!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

Masterlist

When Aurora had made the choice to leave the Intelligence department, and then Chicago, she didn't have it in her heart to discard the items that connected her to her life there.

So as days went by, her phone continued to ring and vibrate with a bombardment of messages and calls, one after the other. She didn't have the courage to silence them, nor the anger within her to turn off her phone or throw it out.

Instead, she bought a new one as she watched her phone continue to light up as weeks went by.

She tried not to read the messages, forced herself to avoid the voicemails left for her and soon they began to die down.

As weeks went by, the need for answers from friends and colleagues grew weaker as they accepted the fact she didn't want to talk to them, didn't want to explain herself or talk about the pain she had gone through.

Aurora threw herself into her work, hoping one distraction or the other was enough to pull her mind away from the horrors of her last few weeks in Chicago.

Soon her phone would only ring once a day, every day at ten o'clock. It was Jay, it was always Jay.

A part of her, selfish and greedy, found herself looking forward to those calls - entertaining the idea of picking up and hearing his voice, listening to the sounds of his breaths, seeing if he still felt guilty, seeing if he wanted her the way she found herself still wanting him.

That was the worst part.

After all he had done, there was a part of her that craved Jay - that needed his voice in her ear, his hands on her skin, his praises and his confessions, his love and his pain. There was a part of her which longed for him, that continued to yearn for him even though she had all but ran away from him.

Perhaps that was why she picked up.

It was 11:37pm when the phone rang. Jay's call had come at 10pm and been ignored. Still, he left a voicemail that went unheard, Aurora was too fearful of the pain his voice would cause her that her ache for it wasn't enough to make her want to listen.

No, this call was from Matt Casey, the firefighter she had given her phone number to so they could arrange a time for him to help her with some construction work on her property back in Chicago.

Maybe it was loneliness or perhaps pure desperation, or anger and spite which fuelled her actions, but she picked up at the third ring.

There was silence on both sides, the only sound being light inhales and deep exhales as both parties decided on what to say.

"You picked up."

His voice sounded surprised.

"Hey, Matt."

Her voice was soft, but cautious. She was unsure why Matt Casey of all people would call, but she was also not sure why she had picked up so quickly.

"Hey, Aurora," he sounded relieved at the sound of her voice, "how are you?"

She shrugged, despite the fact he couldn't see her, "better." It was a lie, but he didn't need to know that.

He didn't need to know she cried herself to sleep every night, that she spent every waking moment thinking about Jay, every lucid breath angry at him, and every calm second grieving what had been lost.

Casey sighed as though he could hear the lies in her words, but chose not to push, "everyone misses you here," he waited a breath, for a response, for a sign of regret she had left or a hint of longing, but nothing.

"Jay misses you."

Aurora inhaled sharply at that, by now she had only been gone just over a month, and the mention of Jay brushed viciously against a raw and gaping wound.

"I'm sorry," his voice was quieter now, speaking his words slower, "Kelly's worried about him. We all are."

"Jay's not my problem," her voice was shaky, but she forced her words out with conviction.

"I know."

There was nothing more to say, "I gotta go, Matt."

"I'll talk to you later."

It wasn't a question, and a part of Aurora was kind of glad for that.

"Bye Matt."

"Bye Aurora."

Their phone calls continued like that for the next few months - Casey would call Aurora every other week, keeping her up to date on things happening, telling her everyone missed her, giving silent encouragements for her to come back to Chicago. And every time, he would try and bring up Jay, to express his worries and the fears of others as Jay wore himself down with guilt and anguish. But every time Aurora would find an excuse to end the call, and pretend Matt had never said anything at all.

Jay's calls still continued, every day like clockwork he would call at ten o'clock, and still Aurora would not answer.

It had all come to a head when her phone rang in the early afternoon. She had finished a gruelling case recently, and had taken to hibernating in her quaint and scarce apartment as she readied herself for weeks under another alias.

The ringtone sang loudly as she stepped towards it, it was too early for it to be Jay, and too soon after the last call for it to be Matt.

Voight.

She thought about not picking up, but Voight wouldn't have called if it wasn't important.

Was it about Jay? Was he okay? Had he been hurt?

She took a calming breath, forcing her hands not to tremble at the troubling thoughts as she answered the call and brought the phone to her ear - "hello?"

"Aurora."

Voight's voice hadn't changed, he still spoke in his baritone rasp, slow and authoritative. A part of her was comforted by it, warming at the sound of a familiar voice she hadn't realised she had been missing.

"Did something happen to him?"

She couldn't help it, couldn't control her fears. It was the first time Voight had called her, and the idea that something bad could have happened to Jay being the reason why gnawed at her.

"He's safe," she let out a sigh of relief, hoping it was quiet enough to be ignored, but a part of Voight perked up at the sound as he continued, hoping his words wouldn't scare her off - "he's struggling though."

"That's not my problem," her voice was a quiet whisper, eyes closing as the words were repeated to her by someone other than Matt.

"I know," he was cautious with his words now, "but that's not why I called."

She was curious now, eyes opening as her brows raised in question, "hm?"

"I got a case."

"And I quit."

Voight sighed at her retort, "as an officer of the CPD. I don't need an officer, I need an undercover agent."

Aurora paused at that, curious as to why Voight would go to all this trouble to ask for her help when there were plenty of experienced undercover operatives within the CPD itself - Jay included.

The truth was, Voight knew someone else could help with the case. But over the years Jay had spent working in Intelligence, he managed to wedge himself into Voight's life with ease. After the death of his son, Voight's reliance on Jay's presence had grown stronger. In some ways, Jay was like a son to him.

So perhaps out of his own form of selfishness or an unprecedented amount of protectiveness, he wanted to help Jay.

Voight could see how Jay was breaking, could see the light fading from his eye as his prayers and pleas went unanswered. He could see the way Jay was losing weight, the way his eyes grew darker with lack of sleep, how he was angrier, and easily tired, how he was in denial and desperate.

He also wasn't in the dark with how Aurora was doing, her father frequently keeping in contact as he spewed his worries about how his daughter was throwing herself into her work, alienating herself from friends and family. Aurora was doing the exact thing she had told her father she wanted to run from. She was losing herself in the lives she lived, working a career that drained her.

Jay and Aurora were both suffering, both exhausted and tired. They both needed each other, but the pain that had been inflicted on them was too much for them to face, and they found it easier to avoid it through their own vices.

Jay's was alcohol, whilst Aurora's was her work.

And the paternal heart of Voight could not bear to hear and see the two torture themselves any longer.

"Why?"

Aurora's question broke him out of his reverie, so he spoke, "why not?"

She groaned in frustration, "Voight, I swear to God. Please. I can't come back."

"You don't want to come back. But I have a case, I need you."

It was true, she didn't want to come back. Fearful of what she would see if she did.

Would Jay have gone to Hailey for comfort? Would they have fallen in love? Was Hailey the one for him? Was Hailey enough for him in a way she wasn't?

They were questions she had forced herself to leave unanswered.

"I'll send you the case file. Have a look, and get back to me," Voight paused, listening to the shallow breaths on the other end of the phone, "the team's not the same without you. Jay isn't either, and I know you aren't. This could be good for you both. Think about it, kid."

Voight ended the call before she could reply, before she could think or before she could say no. She stood there with the phone still pressed to her ear, standing in baited silence even as her laptop pinged with a notification of a new email - the case file.

Still, she stood and thought.

She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, but soon, she was forced to blink herself back to reality. Her eyes were pulled towards her laptop, already open and waiting for her to investigate.

Aurora probably should have ignored it. She should have gone on about her day and left Voight's request unanswered.

But the agent in her, the officer, and the soldier drilled into her bones forced her to drag her feet towards the device and pull up the files she had been given.

She had a lot of thinking to do, and a very hard decision to make.

***

A few hours had passed since Voight's call, and for the first time in several months Aurora picked up her phone to make a call.

Her finger automatically selected 1, ready to speed dial the one person she was avoiding, simply out of instinct.

She forced her eyes closed as she took laboured breaths, calming herself before she opened her eyes and searched for a specific contact.

Matt.

She liked to think they had become friends during the last few months, and she hoped that he would help her now more than ever. She wasn't sure what she wanted him to say. A part of her wanted to hear encouragements to come to Chicago, and the other wanted him to warn her never to come back.

She wants him to tell her she should find happiness where she was, but she was afraid she never would.

Matt picked up on the last ring, and the pair spoke for a long time. Aurora was surprised - there were no encouragements nor any hints she should stay away.

Matt focused on what she wanted to do, what she felt was right. The truth is she wasn't sure, but looking over the case, she knew she could do some good.

There was a new gang in Chicago, distributing laced drugs to minority areas, causing children as young as ten to be hospitalised and on the brink of death. Voight wanted her to be the one undercover, to get close to who they thought was in charge, to get a confession, or to find some evidence. Anything to get this gang on its knees, to cut off the head of the serpent from where it was rooted.

The call was heavy, Matt reminding her that she would eventually have to see Jay, possibly even work with him. She didn't think she could do that, she thought her throat would clog and her eyes would water, that her mind would panic and she would run again.

Another part of her thought she would turn a blind eye to his actions for a moment of solace in his arms, even if just for a moment longer.

She was conflicted, she was struggling.

And she knew Matt could sense it, even if he couldn't see her.

"It would be great to have you back in town. I know 81 would be happy, I'm sure CPD would be too."

"Maybe. Doesn't mean it won't be hard."

"Nothing is ever easy, especially not in this line of work."

A bitter laugh escaped her, "not in this life, you mean."

Matt sighed through his nose, a silence emanating through the phone, "don't let this break you."

"What?" The words had been unexpected, causing her to sit straighter as she listened closely.

"What Jay did. Don't let it be what breaks you, don't let it stop you from being happy even if you have to come back here to find it."

Aurora let out a shaky breath. She hadn't thought that way before. She hadn't realised that was what she had been allowing to happen, she had been allowing herself to break whilst she lived in misery, staying away from her friends and from a life she truly enjoyed.

Yes, Jay hurt her in a way that was so damaging that she felt the need to flee. But that didn't mean she couldn't go back, or at least, it didn't mean she couldn't try.

She was still wary of the pain and agony she would face when she had to see him, had to hear his voice and face the possibility that he was happy without her.

But she had to try.

At her silence, Matt prompted further, "I'll be there every step of the way. If you come, and if not, I'll still be here."

Her eyes burned at those words, she watched the lines of their friendship begin to blur as she listened to his words of support.

Matt had been there, had been a listening ear, a helpful advisor, and a beloved friend.

She was not sure if she wanted him to be more, but she knew she appreciated his friendship and his support.

She continued to stay quiet, but Matt was undeterred, "I'll see you soon, Aurora. Goodnight."

He spoke as though he knew what her answer already was, spoke as though he knew she was coming, and he was ready to be there in any way she would have him.

Aurora glanced at the clock, wondering how it was gotten late so quickly.

9:58pm.

Oh.

"Goodnight."

Aurora ended the call, and the seconds ticked by quickly as another call replaced the one she had just ended.

She let it ring, until it went to voicemail.

Only this time, she listened to it. She ignored the rest, piled in her voicemail box, waiting for her attentive ears, and played the one Jay had left only seconds ago.

'Rory,' his voice was scratchy, as though he hadn't spoken for quite a while or hadn't drank water in hours. In truth, Jay's preferred form of hydration now was alcohol, 'I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I don't know what to do.'

Jay's voice grew heavier with tears at every word, guilt weighing him down as he spoke, a debilitating weight began to fester in Aurora's sternum as she listened to his anguish - 'I can't find you. But I need you, please come home.'

Aurora thought it would end there, hoped that his other voicemails were similar babbles of mumbling and slurred apologies from drowning himself with alcohol to hide from his shame. But Jay continued with renewed vigour, his voice light as he reminisced about quiet moments he shared with her, 'we're working on a case. We've almost solved it. I just know it. You would've liked this one. It was a homicide - you always liked those. Said it reminded you of Sherlock Holmes. I read the books you bought me about him, after so long. You were right, I couldn't put them down. I fell asleep on the couch so many times whilst reading, would've missed work if it wasn't for my alarm too,' a strained laugh escapes him.

'I can't go into that room anymore,' her heart sinks as she realises which room he's speaking about, 'not unless I have to. I can't. Not when I know the last person in that room wasn't you. Not when I know I won't be able to sleep without thinking of you. Come back to me,' he spoke with a broken whisper, 'if you're ever ready to have me, ever ready to trust me. Come back home, to me. I'll always wait for you.'

Tears were now streaming down her face, eyes clenched shut as she tried to hold them back, but her shoulders shuddered with stubborn sobs. It was his last words that broke her, that tore down the walls she had placed between herself and her home for so long, that wiped away the distance she had drawn.

'You're enough. You've always been enough. I was just too blind to see it, but I know it now, and I see it now. You're enough.'

There it was. The reply she had been waiting for, all those months ago, out in the open when she had left him to stew in his guilt and misery.

She was enough, but was Jay too late?

***

Aurora tried to tell herself it was Matt's words of encouragement that brought her to this moment. That Matt was why she was here, and that every glance towards the windows and door wasn't in search of him.

She had accepted Voight's offer, unaware of his hidden agenda, and returned to Chicago within the same week.

She had gone to new lengths to avoid the temptation of listening to Jay's voicemails, hiding her phone deep into the depths of a suitcase she left abandoned in the house she had run from all those months ago.

That brought her to this moment now - refamiliarising herself with her surroundings and her friends by making a stop at Molly's. Matt was already waiting for her, with open arms and a hearty smile.

He knew she would come, and he was proud of her for doing so.

He stayed with her the whole time, a protective hand at her back and an ever-present guard at her shoulder as she spoke to old colleagues and faded friends.

But even he did not miss the way her face fell as it tracked a familiar car racing away from Molly's. He didn't miss how she became quieter, more reclusive in the moments which followed.

But he stayed by her side, a compassionate friend ready to help her deal with the brutal emotions that she fought with.

Matt Casey was a good man.

***

Aurora had come into the station the next day, greeted by cheers and welcoming hugs from all who recognised her - even Voight had embraced her tightly, a hug so warm she was left thinking about how long it had been since she had hugged her own father as she relished in the feeling of a heartfelt embrace.

Her presence had been received gracefully by all, except one person - Hailey.

Aurora kept her distance from the woman, not even sparing her a smile as she limited herself to Voight's office and Kim's desk whilst she reacquainted herself.

The desk she used to own still laid bare, but it was clean and tidy - free of any dust, as though it was cared for meticulously, ready for her return should she decide so.

She had passed through the police department several times over the next few days, preparing herself for the operation she would work undercover on. And on every single one of those days, a part of her dreaded seeing Jay whilst another longed to look into his green eyes one more time.

But he hadn't come, and she soon found herself thinking she wouldn't see him at all. That he would avoid her until she left, that all his words in that voicemail were truly drunken rambles, and he didn't mean a word.

She felt stupid, felt naive and desperate for wanting to see the man. For wanting to see his reaction, to see if he would cry, if he would yell, to see if he would embrace her gently or grab her roughly against him, holding her tight as though she'd slip through his fingers like dust.

Aurora wasn't sure what she wanted.

Aurora wasn't sure if she wanted Jay.

Aurora wasn't sure if Jay Halstead was a good man.

But she knew a part of her would always crave him, and the broken pieces of her heart would always search for his.

She knew she wanted to see him.

What do we think?

I hope you guys enjoyed it <33

Also, thank you to everyone who had been commenting, liking, and reblogging this series. I appreciate you all, every like, every comment, and every reblog means the world to me.

Jay and Aurora will meet again in the next chapter, and ofc Hailey will find a way to weasel herself in :/ what do we think their reactions are going to be?👀

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sanriokamabodo · 10 months

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college!bf douma

A/N: im struggling w writers block + had a heavy day so i decided to write smth i conjured up instead of a request!i will be back in business soon my sweets!heehee<3 if y'all want a part two feel free to ask djdjd

CW's: hes kinda sleazy in the beginning, reader sucks at math. suggestive themes>:) douma is goth in my college au bc i said so. the day i proofread is the day i die!

A psychology major with a minor in religious studies. Doesn't practice any religion himself but finds the subject interesting nevertheless.

Barely studies but somehow manages to pass with flying colours.

That one hookup you regret with all your might, let me elaborate;

Douma tutors math and it's no coincidence he slept with majority of the people he tutored.

No, you're not an exception. Cute try though!

Something about Douma's piercings, his choppy hair that he probably cut himself and his 'don't give a fuck' attitude managed to dissolve your IQ and last bit of self respect around him.

He knows how to give you just enough attention to keep you interested, but little enough for you to purposely screw up your math tests for an excuse to see him.

Yes, he mocked your intelligence by asking if rats ate your brain or whether you were just born this stupid, but the way he ruffled your hair as he fake-pouted at you made something bubble in your stomach.

It's no surprise you ended up with Douma in the men's restroom, a hand smacked tightly over your mouth that day.

You weren't allowed to ride the high of having hooked up with the hottest guy on campus for long.

Throughout the night you were bombarded with messages from your friends, all of them being about Douma. Why didn't you tell them? Was he good? ... Was he big?

You thought your heart was going to thump out of your chest. Sweaty hands refreshing the messages five, ten, twenty times.

This had to be a sick joke, right? Was this Douma's true nature?

About to throw your phone away in defeat, it vibrated once more. You didn't want to look but curiousity got the better of you.

[Douma, 11:06]: I think we need to talk.

Your chest thundered with anger at the message.

[Y/n, 11:07]: You think!?

[Douma, 11.07]: I know you don't owe me anything, but can we please meet somewhere?

[Y/n, 11.08]: I don't feel like showing my face today, thanks:)

We're you being dramatic? Maybe a little. But you were an introverted person. Being known by everyone on campus wasn't on your to-do list, and the reason why just made it that much worse.

[Douma, 11.08]: Text me your adress, I'm coming over.

[Y/n, 11.09]: No.

[Douma, 11.10]: Please, give me a chance to set things straight. I'll fix it, I promise.

You pondered for a moment. Fuck it, what's the worst that could happen? You texted him the address of your dorm and within an hour you heard a knock on your door.

Opening the door Douma stood on your doorstep, looking rather apologetic. You waved him inside, a thankful smile grazed his lips.

"I like what you did with the place."

"Shut up."

"Fair enough." He nodded.

"So..?"

"I did tell my friends we hooked up." He said, making you scoff. He threw his hands up defensively, before you could say anything.

"But! But! I didn't want them to tell everybody else..! They know I like you... a lot."

A small blush across up your cheeks at the sudden confession.

"You like me?"

Now you've done it, Douma started rambling.

"I get really fucking dumb about crushes. I wanted to text you all the time but I didn't want to come across as creepy. I thought we could just... hook up and I would forget about my stupid little crush and of course it just made me like you even more, because c'mon you're hot as fuck." He sighs pinching the bridge of his nose dramatically. "So what I'm trying to say here is that I would really like to make it up to you because I'm really fucking sorry and I would also really, really like to take you on a date and have a fresh start, please?" A shy smile painted his features.

You laughed. You were stupid if you were to deny him like this, especially considering you really liked him too.

"I'd love to go on a date with you."

#wow i .. actually ... kinda like how this turned out?#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #kny #demon slayer fluff #douma #douma headcanons #douma x reader #douma imagine

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rutareal23 · 2 months

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Random/sfw headcanons about Gojo and Geto in their teenyears <3

(And sorry in advance for the spelling mistakes I'm half awake (⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)

• these two constantly picked on nanami for his hairstyle. Namami himself didn't really take it to heart but being called emo every time the two of them walk past giggling drove Kento insane. Haibara defended Nanami's hair saying it's very stylish and alternative any time he heard nanami getting harassed.

• Geto can't play video games,he just can't. Any time gojo challenges geto at the arcade ,,Geto doesnt hesitate to say no.He just doesn't get the hype for them ,he considers video games to be a waste of money. This man tried playing invaders before (gojo begged him to try it out) and rage quit 4 minutes later. He's just not made for them , unlike for gojo ,who is a literally god at any game he touches.

• Gojo once went around telling everyone that Geto was gay for him after suspecting that the girl Geto has been casually hanging out with had a thing for Suguru, so he decided to take action. It didn't take long for Geto to get the rumours passed in to him ,which he was pissed about. As geto beraded Gojo for blowing his chance with that girl ,gojo just smirked at him , telling him to forget that girl and starring that they would be a way better couple.Geto gave up on the arguement and went to his room.(Shoko and mei teased Geto about it for months lol)

•Gojo and Geto are undeniably the type of guys to only listen to white girl music together , especially the early 2000's ones.If you ever walked past one of their dorm rooms ,who are suppsately right next to each others ,one or the other would have either Britney Spears , Shakira ,Kesha or Lady Gaga blasting on their boomboxes.(Guys remember it's the 2000's) Utahime can't stand the noise in the dorms and the thin walls made it even worse. To make the matters worse ,anytime she'll go confront Gojo about it ,he would just play it even louder.

•Gojo would have his flip phone bombarded with key chains ,aesories and stickers.(Makeing it very Y2K and I'm talking about actual Y2K not the ticktock ver.)This guy's always goes full on everything he owns and his phone is no exception.As he's on the phone in public he'd sometim'es hear teenage boys snicker at his phone which he could not give two cares about.My guy has no social anxiety at all which I hugely respect.Geto just has a plain phone ,nothing special, until once Gojo put some MPL stickers on it when Geto wasn't looking ,which he never took off.<3

Thank you so much for reading! This is my first ever tumblr post so spare me from the negative comments plss. if you have any requests pls send me some.thank you again!!

#Jujutsukaisen #Getosuguru #gojo satoru #no smut #shoko ieiri #nanami kento #haibara yu #jjk utahime #2006 #jjk season 2 #pt1?#mei mei #sfw #cuteeee

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How about we phrase it like this:

Eddie Diaz does love Evan Buckley and maybe it is not openly or a heart on my sleeve type of love. It is actions if anything. Buck wakes from the coma is bombarded by everyone at his loft. He runs to Eddie's house. Eddie offers beers after being reprimanded not to ask how he is. He goes to get beers, Buck is asleep on the couch (finally truly resting). Wakes up, find Eddie making Chris's school lunch in the kitchen, Eddie offers a glass of water. They then openly speak about "Buck, you died…" and then not to mention the 3 minutes and 17 seconds at the poker date…I mean… that help me out here math whiz thing…

Hear me out, Eddie represses, and compartmentalizes. Buck does not so much repress as get lost in his head and then it implodes and he eventually finds himself in an awkward situation of revealing his true feelings or something. Eddie has been emotionally open to one person. Bobby. And I mean that by choice in some ways. Eddie goes to Bobby by his choice and just recently by being told to. Buck happened upon a emotionally wrecked and depressed Eddie because who else was Chris going to call in that situation? "When am I ever going to feel normal again…"

Buck was also there in the aftermath of the rock bottom for Eddie. Fixing up the house, taking care of Christopher, drawing a heart…which heart we'll never know, right? But Eddie held both drawings. Anyway, I'm going on tangents here. The point I want to make is that Eddie Diaz loves Evan Buckley. Eddie loves with gestures? With action and sometimes the words could eventually make it there…and the words will accompany it once Eddie and Buck fully realize what they want to be for each other.

Also, I'm personally a fan of Eddie Diaz being the one to call out Buck on some of his…I hate to say it…but the "all about me" thing. And it generally, becomes this way for Buck because he does get stuck inside his head about his real feelings which HE KNOWS and is probably acting from, while forgetting entirely that he has not voiced that OUT LOUD to anyone. Though after six years we know that Eddie Diaz comes from a place of damn, this guy is an idiot, but we love him…

I love him.

#buddie 911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #also there is a shit ton more interactions that could be added #but most of us can know what I'm trying to say through these few things that have happened...#right?#EDDIE DIAZ LOVES EVAN BUCKLEY

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mcu-coworkers · 2 years

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Enchanted pt.1

Summary:The moment Anakin layed eyes on you for the first time.

Word count: 1,781

Warnings: none really

PT.2 PT.3 PT.4 PT.5 PT.6

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A/n: still working on my writing skills but I did take some helpful tips so hopefully this is better! In honor of Obi Wan Kenobi I had to write an Anakin piece, I hope you guys enjoy!

“It is almost time my lady, you look wonderful!” your handmaiden said excited for the night. “Thank you Naja, I truly couldn't have done it without you!” you said as your nerves began to pile up you were minutes away from being introduced to the court as the princess of Alderamm and open yourself to courting to be able to find a prince who’d become your king, or so you hoped.

“Oh I'm so nervous I don't know how my parents could do this. What if I don't find him tonight?” you asked, looking at yourself in the mirror hoping you had not missed anything before being presented.

“There's no need to worry my child, you will walk in, meet his eyes and then, the rest will be history.” she said fixing the final touches of your hair.

“There, as perfect as I had wished for all these years.” she said feeling nostalgic realizing the little girl she used to dress was all grown up and ready to marry.

“ I can't thank you enough Naja really. I wish my mother would allow me to have you out there to help me.” you said with a pleading look hoping she'd try to help you when suddenly one of your brothers walked in.

“It is time my sister, are you ready?” he asked, and before you could ask for more time Naja sent you off with no turning back. “She's ready for your highness!” she said, almost pushing you out the door.

“Fine, lead the way brother.” you said taking your little brother's arm and allowing him to guide you to the ballroom. “You’re only twelve minutes older than me you know.” he muttered, hating the title of ‘little,’ “and still I am closer to the throne.” you said teasingly as we smiled down at you.

“Father has invited some jedi tonight hoping to create an alliance in the near future.” he said out of the blue.

“Whatever reason would he need the alliance now?” you asked, confused by the spontaneous act, “He wishes to strengthen the forces of Alderamm before he steps down from his reign and gives it to you.” he said quietly.

“Could he not trust me to do that on my own once crowned?” You said you were annoyed with the lack of trust between you and your father.

“In due time you'll have this conversation with him but now, it's time to meet your match my beautiful sister, good luck.” he said as you reached the doors of the ballroom and suddenly they'd never seemed so tall.

As the doors began to open you took a deep breath and began to walk in.

“The royal court presents Princess Y/n Y/l/n of Alderaan” and in that moment you thanked the stars you had your brother's arm to hold onto because if you didn't you’d have tripped down these stairs.

As you walked down you could feel everyone's eyes on you but they didn't matter once you saw that pair of ocean eyes looking right at you.

You didn't think you'd ever seen a more handsome being in your entire life and you had met your fair share of suitors since you turned fifteen, but he was something special.

As you reached the floor you were soon bombarded by your mother complimenting you and bringing you around the ballroom as if you were a prize waiting to be claimed.

In a way you felt annoyed with the feeling but you knew it was tradition and your mother was only doing what she felt normal.

Still you felt out of place and with a need to find the exit, still you kept smiling until you reached the other end of the ballroom secretly looking around hoping to find the man you had made eye contact with earlier.

“Mama, I think I'm going to walk around and take a look, yes?” you said getting ready to pull away and look for the man.

“Oh good! Don't forget your brother, you can't be unaccompanied with a man, yet!” she said pulling your brother out of his friend group.

You huffed and walked away as he followed a little too closely behind. “Oh he's too snobby you wont like him, this one is too short, not kind enough, not a man of honor,” and he only went on and on as you passed each “suitor” not once even glancing to see who he was talking about.

“You've already spotted someone havent you?” he said, stopping in his tracks.

“What? Why would you say that?” you said confused to his sudden question.

“You're walking with direction in a room full of men you've never met. So who is the suitor that stole your gaze my dear sister.” and as you contemplated trusting your brother you were approached by two men.

“Princess Y/n its very nice to me your highness thank you for inviting us it's a marvelous night, i'm Obi Wan Kenobi and this is my padawan Anakin Skywalker.” he said and as you looked up at Obi Wan and smiled you realized the man standing behind him was the man who stole your gaze.

“It’s very nice to meet you princess.” he smiled shyly hoping you wouldn't notice the sweat beginning form on his forehead as he stood nervously in front of you, he hadn't expected to get this close let alone actually speak to you the same night.

“Well, we shall let you get back to your ball. We hope you get to meet the rest of the Jedi that came along with us.” Kenobi said, making you break your stare with Anakin.

“You're a Jedi?” you said trying to hold up your smile, this meant Anakin wasn't a part of tonight's suitors, he was meant for your fathers alliance plans.

“Yes, your highness but not to worry we have put our lightsabers to rest for the night.” he laughed and you did your best to hide the disappointment.

“Well, we shall meet another time then sister there are some people you need to meet.” my brother said pulling me away, with one last look at Anakin you finally walked away and tried to clear your mind of the forbidden Jedi.

After a while all of the dancing and talking had made you feel quite light headed so when you got the chance you sneaked away into one of the balconies where you could finally feel the fresh air hit your face.

“ I thought it was forbidden for you to be alone, your highness.” you heard, quickly turning around you realized it was Anakin.

“And shouldn't you be with your master?” you asked with a curious smile on your lips. Anakin rolled his eyes and chuckled, “unlike you, your highness, I am allowed to wander off on my own,” he said, “as long as I don't break anything of course.” he finished winning a laugh out of you which made his heart leap at the sound of it.

“Well then you must be lucky, the longest I've ever been alone is that minute I had before you got here.” you said looking back out to the woods in front of you.

“ My apologies, I’ll leave.” he said, turning away abruptly. “No!” you said quickly.

“Don't leave, you're a fresh face, I wouldn't mind your company for the night.” you said looking up into his eyes again getting lost in them so easily you couldn't see yourself getting out.

“You looked very beautiful tonight princess, I'm sure you'll find the perfect suitor.” he said looking down at your lips before looking back into your eyes, both your hearts racing as you had never done this before and Anakin knew how much trouble he could be in for being alone with you.

But before you could reach his lips you heard voices from the end of the hall.

“Sister? Where have you run off to?” you heard your brother coming down the hall.

“ How long will you be here?” you asked hurriedly. “ a couple days im not sure.” he said, rambling , panicking as your brother got closer.

“Then we’ll meet again, yes?” you asked, looking into his eyes hoping for an answer.

“Sister!” you heard your brother getting closer.

Anakin caught off guard looked at you wide eyed not expecting the question.

“It’d be an honor princess.” he said, smiling down at you impatiently for the next stolen moment you'd have together.

You smiled back at him and kissed his cheek quickly before running out of the balcony and down the hall to stop your brother before he reached the balcony and found Anakin.

“Where are you, where did you run off to?” he asked, pulling you back to the ballroom.

“Oh, I just needed some fresh air brother, that's all.” you said looking back at the balcony doors.

“You must come and say goodbye to our guests so we can end the night, did you find a suitor?” he asked looking back at you.

“Sort of, in a way I did brother.” you said smiling as you thought of what happened minutes ago.

“Sort of? And what is his name?” he asked, chuckling at your reply.

“Nothing is set in stone yet so I will hold that information for now. Let's hurry and say goodnight brother, I am exhausted.” You said walking off trying to hold in the need to scream, had you really mustered the guts to kiss him on the cheek and ask to see him again? Oh the stars had to have had an effect on your mind that night and you were grateful.

Meanwhile Anakin snuck back into the ballroom and behind his Master.

“Where did you run off to Anakin?” Asked kenobi as they both headed to the door.

“ I just needed some air mastery. It felt quite cluttered in here after a while.” he said, looking at you once again as they bowed to the king and queen.

“We shall meet tomorrow ObiWan, thank you for coming.”said the king.

“Tomorrow” you whispered as you took one last glance at Anakin before you were led back to your bedroom.

“Tomorrow” Anakin said to himself as he walked out of the ballroom and headed to the guest quarters. “What was that?” Kenobi asked, “Oh nothing master, I'm just very excited to be here.” He said looking back at the door you had walked through while holding the place on his cheek that you had kissed.

While the both of you were ecstatic for tomorrow your brother wondered when the jedi had stepped out for air and if it was at the same time you did.

#obi wan and anakin #anakin skywalker #star wars #anakinedit #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x y/n #hayden christensen

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with-love-from-hell · 1 year

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Hello all...i hate asking for money but I'm once again coming to yall for community aid because life just...doesn't end its bombarding of shit on top of what I'm already stressed about.

So the delimma im facing now is the state I live in has accused me of insurance fraud and is refusing to cover procedures that I had done like...over a year ago. I got collection notices from my dentist for an emergency root canal last year totaling $3,000 and from an emergency room visit for kidney stones nearly 2 years ago for about $4,600. I can't afford attorney fees to fight this, and I'm trying what I can to reduce the bill. They're essentially stating that if I don't have it paid back in full by May 30th, they are threatening to take me to court. This is something I just...can't deal with. I've funded the money from family to cover most of it, and can basically scrounge up $1,500 with my next paycheck, but this means I am likely going to be set back hard core, and won't be able to afford things like gas and groceries for the next month or two.

Literally anything would help right now. I'm so tired and my anxiety about the situation has gotten so bad that I'm having migraines and nausea every day, while also trying to show up for my clients. If you decide to help support me, going through my KoFi would be best.

Thanks to everyone. Things suck right now, and of course this had to happen 3 weeks before my fucking wedding. I just want life to fucking chill out. 😓

#mutual aid #community aid #obey me!#obey me #shall we date: obey me #obey me swd #obm #om!#om! swd #om! one master to rule them all #obey me: shall we date #obey me: one master to rule them all

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fatuismooches · 7 months

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OKAY I MAY HAVE BEEN BOMBARDING YOUR ASKS BUT.

idk for pantalone, maybe a cat known for lavishness? those really expensive cats? or maybe a dragon because you know those dragons who keeps treasures!!

OKAY NOW. reader in general? maybe a some sort of bird? or maybe just the 'being' of human because you know how crows are known to befriend humans (while they're kinda aggro against other species). maybe a sheep or a dog? for following zandik for so long.

but fragile reader? Butterfly. IM SORRY, BUT FRAGILE READER IS A BUTTERFLY. You're just a beautiful, gorgeous, epitome of what everything should be! Wonderful, kind—pretty patterns signifies your personality... But oh so fleeting. It's hard to catch you, to keep you, especially when you're dying. You're like a beautiful experience, a pretty butterfly gracing dottore a moment of serenity, landing onto his outstretched finger... But you don't stay for long, because the wind will carry you away, wings fluttering... And it hurts, because butterflies don't really live that long :3333 TEEHEE BYEEEE

OH MY GOSHHDWJQDBWDDD KAI YOUR BRAIN IM DISSOLVING THESE IDEAS ARE SO FREAKING GOOD.... Ouhhh I can definitely see Pantalone as a lavish and pristine black cat 😭 His fur is immaculate and shiny yet so fluffy and smooth... lmao I know Meowlone is very particular about his diet. AND DRAGONLONE. Another one of my anons said that too and I just. wow that makes a lot of sense. You're definitely his favorite treasure <3

MHM YES i was initially planning on making reader another kind of bird specifically a sparrow (another one of my followers recommended that too) because apparently ravens do eat sparrows... yes but hear me out first, I'm going to use this drastic difference to show how unique you two's relationship is and how despite against all odds, you two are equals and all if you get what I mean 😌 OKAY BUT I love the idea of reader representing the 'being' of humanity omfg DWBDWQDB you feel so special that out of everyone creatures and humans like he chose you. And a sheep and dog too... oh gosh all these ideas are sending me into creative doom it's too hard to choose 😭

OH MY GOD FRAGILE READER BEING A BUTTERFLY IS PERFECT. I LOVE THAT SO MUCH. Beautiful but fleeting... ah I love that. Kind, lovely, sweet, and gentle... but none of it is everlasting. ouch. Your lifespan is a mere drop in Dottore's eternity... a passing experience that he experiences for just a moment before you're gone once more. Oh my God. THE BRAINROT UGHHHH!! Mhm,, i think i'm going to portray reader with two different animals pre and post illness because your idea is far too good not to write omfg... KAI I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND IF I USE YOUR IDEA. I'll be sure to credit and tag you when the fic is done!! 😌

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #SEEING U IN MY INBOX MAKES ME SO HAPPY U DONT UNDERSTAND. i always smile so hard #when am i gonna get a crow friend irl...#scara is the cat who will scratch you but pantalone is the cat who will come up to you and demand you brush his fur and pet him

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phinix53 · 1 month

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Okay. Here I go!

During the intro, it said,

'1485 Days Since The Blast'

I converted the info into years and got 4 years, 3 weeks, and 4 days.

Is that correct?

Now, in the story, Goth exists. Judging from the timeline and length; with Goth being a child in the fic, that adds up pretty well.

So!

Who birthed Goth?

Assuming that Goth is 4 years old, that would mean Geno (or Reaper) was pregnant when the Blast happened.

Question 2.

What type of Blast are we talking about here? Could you please provide specifics?

And what course of events led to the Blast in the first place? Prejudice? An experiment gone wrong? A natural cataclysmic force?

I NEED TO KNOW.

Following the current events of the story; Blue, Killer, ???, and Dream are part of the Snow Fox Crew.

They were set to Base Delta (?), but when they got there, the place was deserted.

Killer said, "They're dead…”

He didn't know for sure if the residents of Base Delta are DEAD, just that the place was abandoned, and with the current detrimental conditions, he would be right to assume otherwise.

And so! Are we dealing with the Effects of the Blast?

Maybe people who got transformed through radiation or something?

Additionally, I'd like to ask what Nightmare's crew is called. Since Dream's crew is referred to as "Snow Fox Crew".

Following the end of Chapter 1 and the start of Chapter 2, The gang went out to grab supplies (correct me if I am wrong) and following the end, got Blue and Killer back into their custody.

My question is, Who keeps resupplying the Supply Areas?

I'm assuming there's someone higher up in the coming chapters that handles everything, but for now, I'm stuck with theorizing.

And finally, Who THE FUCK is Z?

Never once in my life have I ever encountered the guy, or maybe you renamed a renowned skelebabe? Or perhaps an OC of sorts?

And thank you.

Word of warning, I'll keep bombarding you with a long ass asks filled with nothing but theories and incessant questions, and then yeet myself out without warning.

I ask question after question regarding the lore of the story and then go ghost.

No seriously, I learned my mistake with

Little Skeleton on the Prairie by Blue_Leading_Pencil.

(you should check it out. It's GREAT.)

I still feel guilty about going ghost, but I can't bring myself to talk to them.

So I just want to warn you first and foremost.

Alrighty!

Yes! That’s correct, it’s been just over 4 years since they’ve all been stuck Base BETA. I’m using stuck lightly, they would send out teams to search for other bases and get supplies, but usually with various success.

Lust was the one to carry Goth,they were a surrogate to Geno and Reaper (Lust has no biological connection to Goth). Goth is just shy of six years old, so he was born far before the blast. His birth (and conception for that matter) were a part of an experiment that could not successfully continue after the blast (basically the experiment was to see if monster children were born in the environment, would they adapt to fit it in extreme conditions). Geno and Reaper were not initially attached to Goth, see him as the experiment he was. But they adjusted eventually, they’re decent parents, not the best. A good chunk of BETA does enjoy having the kid around. Good for morale.

Question 2 ✨

The blast in question was multiple Tsar Bombs among other nuclear warheads detonating simultaneously. Geno wrote in a journal that the whole sky lit up he had never seen before, he would call it beautiful if not for the devastation that would follow.

Leading up to the blast, a war had broken out among several of the governing bodies, human and monster alike. The culminated in multiple bombing raid, wars and generally a bad time for everyone. So basically the hubris of man plunged the world into a nuclear winter. I will say that magic was heavily present in the world before the war and some people blamed monster kind for starting the war.

—~—

Blue, Killer, Ross and Zein (oc cannon fodder ✨) were members of Snow Fox. They are all from Base BETA. Killer and Blue didn’t get along before this mission, wonder what changed.

Dream was a resident of DELTA.

Kinda. Being isolated and losing communication with the outside world can be harmful to one’s mental state. The whole of DELTA was deserted, but Snow Fox found that there were still plenty of supplies and specialized vehicles were still were the bay. Blue would describe it as if the residents of the base simply got up and walked out into the snow never to be found again.

DELTA was made up of a mix of humans and monsters. Dream was one of those monsters. Dream had been living in the Arctic Circle long before war ever began, working on an extremely confidential project, Project SEED. Blue and Killer could not locate Dream’s personal items when the went to DELTA, meaning Dream must have moved base or something worse. Can confirm that almost everyone from DELTA is dead.

Nightmare’s crew is called North Wind. Nightmare and his crew were heading out to a signal tower to see if there was anyone still alive and if they could repair the tower if it was damaged.

Them finding Blue and Killer was quite lucky.

Color and his crew used to do the resupplies for the stations. These supply stations are super packed with stuff. Color and the gang aren’t around anymore but they did a good job making sure there were stashes in many places before his accident. Of course there may be other major stashes that have people *wink wink*

Z is @celestialvix personal oc. Quirky little guy

And that’s perfectly fine with me. I love getting ask like these were I can really sink my teeth into the lore and share stuff. So feel free to ask away.

And imma ad that to my list of things to read, thank you ✨

I understand that completely, but I’m sure they would love to see you in their ask box again.

#undertale au #thermonuclearau #ask #it’s been so long #since we’ve talked about thermo #so much of the main story has changed #and it’s been rewritten a bunch #but thermo is my baby

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calummss · 2 years

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Thomas Shelby Hogwarts Professor Short Story

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Chapter 3: The Teacher

summary: realisation hits you at the start of the year’s feast

pairing: professor! thomas shelby x fem student! reader

words: 1.3k

‘Out of the way, Out of the way, make way for your superiors.’ Oliver called drily, strutting past a herd of first years in the Entrance Hall, after quickly abandoning Hogsmeade station.

‘You’re a dick.’ You nagged, following him.

Penny was smiling in amusement. ‘Cut them some slack.’ She slung her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her embrace. ‘They haven’t even officially started yet and were already bombarded with some scary looking ghosts. If that were me, I would’ve departed back home.’

Oliver merely snorted in response, criticising her immediately for becoming too soft and continued to torment the newlings.

You still didn’t know what those things were but surely Professor Dumbledore would tell you soon enough. But the only thing you were thinking about was him. You had most likely met the new professor before you knew of his work, and long before you could realise how attracted you were to him. Out of all the people in the world you had to have eyes for your likely professor...great.

You made your way towards the Gryffindor table, sitting across the twins, Lee Jordan next to your sister’s trio. Your hands found themselves at Hermione’s head, thoroughly inspecting if she had suffered any injuries from the train ride.

‘Are you feeling alright?’ You asked, worry covering every word.

‘Yes, I’m fine.’ She smiled back at you with that weird look on her face. It was the face that said, I’m fine, shaken up but fine. It’s Harry I’m worried about.

You kissed her head, quickly hugging her before turning to Harry.

‘Are you alright, Harry?’ You asked, knowing that those ghosts must’ve affected him. He was the only student that was lying on the table. He looked exhausted.

The boy with round glasses, messy black hair, and the infamous scar on his head lifted himself up from the table. Everyone was staring at him, waiting for his response. Ron opened his mouth but was cut off before he could say anything.

‘I’m fine, Y/n. Thank you.’ His smile faded quickly. He looked pale and as if he hadn't slept for days.

‘Is the chocolate working?’ Hermione sat forward, clearly expressing concern.

Harry only nodded in response before falling into a vegetative-like state. Hermione and Ron then went on to explain what had happened in their compartment and how those so-called Dementors were from Azkaban Prison, looking for notorious serial killer, Sirius Black.

The last students that roamed the front Hall filled up the last remaining spots at their designated houses. It was then when the choir hurried to the front of the Hall, grabbing their toads and waiting for Professor Flitwick’s command.

You tediously awaited Professor Dumbledore’s speech once the choir had finished and hurried back to their seats.

‘Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Now, I'd like to say a few words... before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor T.M. Shelby... who's kindly consented to fill the post...of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.’

Your eyes scanned the line-up of teachers at the front as you glanced up the podium and saw him again. The man that breathed down your neck only two days, telling you how he couldn’t keep his eyes off you is your professor..., neither could you. You kept looking at him until his eyes met yours. You immediately shifted your eyes back to Dumbledore. You could feel your cheeks get warm and your hands get clammy.

What is wrong with me?

‘Good luck, Professor.’

Professor Shelby sat back down, occasionally shifting in his seat, and occasionally you caught him looking at you. You tried your best to ignore it and engage in conversations around the table. But it was as if your mind was bewitched. Your eyes kept finding their way back to him, and to your surprise, his eyes seemed to wait for yours.

Caught by surprise when everyone clapped around you the food finally appeared on your tables. Everyone was desperate to pile up their plates high with delicious food that the house elves made.

Penny was stuffing her mouth with Cornish pasties and Oliver seemed to be engaged in conversation, but you couldn’t suffer alone.

‘Hey,’ You kicked Oliver under the table and nodged Penny. ‘Remember when I told you about the man I met in Diagon Alley?’ You whispered as the two of them came closer, understanding that this was strictly between yourselves.

‘Yes,’ Oliver almost choked as he tried to speak with a full mouth. ‘You were swooning over him.’

Penny giggled in agreement.

You gulped, eyes shifting from one face to the other. ‘Slight problem.’ You picked at your fingers, clearing your throat before breaking the news to them.

‘What’s the problem.’ Both of them stared at you, waiting for you to spit it out.

‘He’s,’ You started to whisper under your breath. ‘He’s sitting right up there...’

Before the two of them could turn their heads around you pulled them back in. At this point you must’ve looked ridiculous.

‘I urge you to turn around slowly and not noticeably.’ You rested your chin on your hand, drumming your fingers against the table impatiently as they scanned the room.

‘No way!’ Penny shook her head.

‘Are you serious?’ Oliver’s eyes grew wide, stuffing more of his dinner down his throat.

‘Why would I lie about such a thing.’ You snapped. your brain felt like it was about to explode and the chattering from everyone around me didn’t help.

‘The man that practically eye-fucked you is our new teacher?’

‘Apparently so,’ You grabbed an apple from the tray. ‘I’m not as ecstatic about it.’

The rest of the dinner was rather quiet. Penny and Oliver kept nagging you with questions and all you could do was steal glimpses every now and then. As soon as you finished supper you stood up and made your way to the common room.

‘Gryffindors follow me!’ You pitched your voice higher to piss off Percy who was right in front you, leading the first years towards Gryffindor Tower. It was fun to poke fun at Percy. And if it wasn’t you who did it, it was Oliver who had just as much fun.

When you finally arrived inside, the warm and welcoming fire (and the Fat Lady’s description of her entire summer), you decided to head straight to the rooms. Penny and you hugged Oliver good night and dragged your heavy bodies up the concrete stairs that never seemed to become easier to mount.

Opening the doors, you walked straight to your bed and plopped down face forward.

‘Ughhhh.’You groaned into your pillow.

Penelope closed the door before taking a seat on your bed.

‘Nothing happened between you two right?’ You felt her body fall on the bed, her head resting on your calves.

‘No,’ You sighed. ‘But there was a lot of tension.’

‘No kiss, n-‘

‘Nothing!’ You cut her off. ‘And yes, I would’ve had sex with him, Penny, but I obviously can’t anymore.’ You whined. You were extremely attracted to him and Merlin’s beard, this just had to happen to you.

‘I m-‘

You cut her off again. ‘Drop it, Pen,’ I sat up. ‘I can hear the others coming.’

Just as you finished your sentence, the door opened and Agatha, Diana, and Tillie entered the room, greeting you.

You got ready for bed and all, said your good nights and stayed quiet for the remaining night. But you couldn’t sleep. Instead you were sitting at the window staring into the landscape that was painted before your eyes. From a distance you could see Phillipe finally arrive. You spent most of the night in front of the window, talking to him. You couldn’t stop thinking about the Professor. You couldn’t for a matter of fact but you should. He was your teacher and there was no changing that.

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She's My Girlfriend - Sebastian Smythe x Reader (Chapter 3)

Sebastian Smythe x Fem!Reader (Posted on Wattpad)

Summary:

"What are you doing?!"

"We knew you guys were up to no good!"

"What are you talking about, she's my girlfriend!"

"Wait, girlfriend?" "Huh?" "I thought you were gay..?"

Word Count: 880

Y/N's POV

I rushed through the halls, passing and almost bumping into people as I raced to the practice room. We were supposed to all be there 15 minutes ago. I speed through the hallways, almost running past the room. I entered out of breath, everyone's attention turned to me.

"You're late, again." Mr. Shue says. "That's the third time this month y/n. What's going on?"

"What? Nothing, I just don't manage time well and run a little late sometimes. I'm sorry Mr. Shue, I'll try and get better at it." I tell him, still slightly out of breath.

"Okay, come sit down so we can start." He tells me.

I nod and make my way over to my seat, in between Kurt and Mercedes. As I sit down, Kurt leans over and whispers to me, "It's a boy isn't it?"

I look at him and my face turns a dusty pink shade, "What? No. There's no boy."

"Mhm, sure there's not. But that's okay, I'll find out soon enough." He says with a smile on his face. To which I just rolled my eyes and turned my attention to Mr. Shue.

"Okay guys, for this week's assignment we're going to bring some R&B and soul into it. So let's see what you've got." Mr. Shue tells us.

My phone buzzed, and I quickly checked and found a message from Sebastian.

'Hey gorgeous, still coming over to Dalton after practice?'

- Seb

I grin down at my phone before typing and sending a quick response.

'Of course. Love you!'

- N/n

'Love you more'

- Seb

Kurt started to lean over my shoulder, "Who are you texting?"

I jump a bit and turn off my phone before placing it back in my pocket. "No one." I state quickly.

"So I was right? There is a boy, isn't there?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"I'm sorry did you say a boy?" Mercedes asked.

"Oh my gosh, really?" Rachel asked, excitedly.

"Does our sweet little y/n have a boyfriend we don't know about?" Finn also joins in.

Soon enough I had the whole glee club's attention once again and was being bombarded with questions.

"Okay, okay guys. Let's not push, I'm sure if there is a boy, y/n will tell us when she's ready. All of this interrogating her isn't going to make her want to tell us." Blaine butted in, getting everyone to settle down.

'Thank you.' I mouthed over to him. And he responded with a small grin.

Soon after that, we were all dismissed and I was first out of the room. I was on my way out the door before a hand gently grabbed my wrist.

"So, is there anything you want to tell me?" I turned around and came face to face with Blaine.

I let out a groan, "Oh no, not you too!!"

"Hey, I get it. If you don't want anyone to know, that's fine." He says, putting his hands up in defense. "But if there is something going on, you can tell me. I promise not to tell a soul, not even Kurt."

I let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. There is a boy but I know you won't approve of him. And I really don't want you all getting in the way of us."

"I promise, whoever it is, I won't get mad." He tells me.

"It's Sebastian." I say bluntly.

"Oh, okay..." He says slowly.

3... 2... 1..

"Him?! Why y/n? Why him of all people?!" He yells a little loud, catching other students' attention.

"Shhh, not so loud!! I thought you said you weren't going to get mad!" I tell him in a hushed voice.

"That was before you told me that it was Sebastian! Need I remind you that he's the one who threw a slushie with Rock salt at me and almost blinded me!" He whisper yelled back.

"See?! This.This is exactly why I didn't want to tell any of you! I knew that you would hate it! And of course I remember that Blaine, I never left your side when it happened! And besides I already told him off about that and he's trying to be nicer Blaine! Ask the Warblers yourself, they'll tell you that he's gotten better." I say back, a quivering frown placed upon my face.

Blaine took a deep breath, "Okay, look. I get it, really I do. If he makes you happy then I can learn to live with it. And I won't tell any of the others, you're right about them not taking it so easy. But just be careful, I don't want you getting hurt."

I pull him into a tight hug which he reciprocates. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I told him.

"You're welcome n/n." He chuckled as we pulled apart. I checked my phone's time and I was starting to run late.

"Well I'm heading to Dalton right now, I'm already a bit late." I tell him, pocketing my phone.

"I can drop you off if you want? Kurt and I don't have any plans scheduled." He offers.

"Yes! That would be great!" I say before grabbing his arm and pulling him out of school.

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