#trust me if I cared about that stuff I’d be crying at one of my fics having 12 views lol

[targaryenluvs]

OMG HUNGER GAMES!!!

Can i ask for a finnick odair with a winner female reader who she avoids but he is obsessed with and wants to marry in front of the whole capitol

Some dark-ish fluff

WANT AND DESIRE!

pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: obession, stalking, nc kissing, forced engagement???

summary: you’d thought you’d escaped the capitol, and to some extent, him, the ever so sweet and charming finnick odair. but it seems your fate had been signed as it seemed you couldn’t get away from him no matter how hard you tried.

a/n: i actual hate writing dark stuff cuz i never know if it’s decent, I DO FLUFF GUYS WE CAN TAKE THAT ROUTE 😭 NOT PROOF READ

you wondered what you were going to get.

all the pastries infront of you were mouthwatering and the aroma had your stomach growling.

“i’d recommend the dark chocolate cakes, they practically melt in your mouth. but maybe something as sweet as you wants a change?” and there it was, the voice and person you’d hoped to avoid. at such a large capitol party your hopes were high but it seemed as if the man had a radar, with your name on it.

“finnick, how are you?” you feigned interest as you turned his way.

“better, now that i’ve seen you.” he beamed at you, undeniably happy. it’s not as if you weren’t interesting at all, or ugly, but you truly had no idea why he was so infatuated with you. you’d never given him any signs, or at least you didn’t think you had, you’d hardly ever talked to him. even if everybody loved him, you could tell something, was off.

“how sweet of you. there are so many people here, best if i try my best to meet as many as possible, have a nice night finnick.” you dismissed him as you placed the cake down, yes it was petty but the fact that he’d suggested eating it deterred you even more-so than it’s insanely sickening contents. “i’ll come with you, the people would love it. the capitols diamond and darling. there’s not a single pair of victors as great of a duo as us sweetheart.”

and as he linked your arms together, you were off. you thought it’d be better to just go with him, stand and smile as he talked. it would give you a slight break at least, but after so much time greeting people your face was threatening to fall apart. so after an hour or so you’d excused yourself to the bathrooms, unknowing of the blonde on your trail.

“are you okay y/n?” finnicks voice asked sweetly as you lowered the towel you were using to pat down your face. “what’re you doing in here? the party’s down stairs finnick.” what did he want? you are so fucking tired of this party and just wanted to leave, you’d been here for hours already, long enough to know that it’d be appropriate to do so. and you may or may not have wanted to put as many kilometres between yourself and finnick. “i just wanted to make sure you were okay, everyone’s asking for us.”

“you, they’re asking for you. i’ve been here for a while, everyone’s seen me. you haven’t, they want you. and if you’d mind letting me exit.” as you tried to move past your wrist was caught in his tight grip. “they want to see us both sweetheart, trust me, we’re much better together. can’t you see? all of the capitol loves us together, even the districts.”

“i don’t care, if i’m going to marry someone it’ll be someone i actually like.” the door slammed shut as you walked away from him. finnick laughed, if there was thing he loved about you, it was your short temper. he walked after you, his hand clutching the velvet box in his pant pocket, he was going to propose one day, why not now?

as you made your way through the place, fake smiles aimed at everyone, finnick caught up to you. “y/n, please.” you turned around, “what? what is it?” you shouted as the party’s attention zeroed in on the two of you. you could her muttering of the people and shuttering of cameras.

this bitch.

he was down on one knee, a huge diamond ring rested in the middle of a box. his eyes glistened, teary eyed. was this dickhead really crying? as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. “finnick-” you warned as you raised your hand, only for him to grab it and pull himself up. people were cheering and clapping as he wrapped his arms around you.

“i have loved you, since the moment i saw you. everything about you is my favourite thing, your smile, your laugh, your eyes- your gorgeous, gorgeous eyes. there’s no part of me that could go on without you. i love you so much sweetheart, so please put me out of my misery and marry me, you’re the only person i could ever imagine myself with.”

say yes!

what a lucky girl!

i knew they’d get together.

the crowd around you egged you on to accept. how could you not? finnick odair, tribute, youngest victor, terribly handsome and the capitols darling. a catch in everyone’s eyes but they couldn’t be further from the truth. a man who’d purposefully proposed infront of the capitol, knowing you could never say no. god knows what snow would do to you, let alone the capitol for breaking their favourites heart. you weren’t worried for yourself too much, you’d been a hollow shell ever since your games, but your family? your parents and siblings didn’t deserve to be killed.

“i know you’re in shock sweetheart, but i’ll take that as a yes.” finnick kissed your forehead and then slid the ring onto your finger.

the crowd is deafening and the flashes blinding.

and as he kissed you again, you couldn’t help yourself from crying. as everyone viewed it as tears of joy for being in love but you knew the truth about finnicks love for you. there was none.

just want and desire.

#finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #thg #hunger games x reader #dark!finnick odair x reader

[umeoniii]

aot men beige flags

eren, jean, reiner , levi , armin , connie

!: sfw

（＾∇＾）

eren:

☆ makes weird voices.

high pitched, low pitched, shaky he doesn’t care.

like sometimes as a bit he just uses weird accents and stuff.

he’ll speak like a caveman for one day.

“me want ooga burga” he’ll scratch his head like one too

and you’ll just stare at him like, “this mfs crazy” bcs literally wtf is he on about?!

the next day he’s trying to sound french

“oui oui mon amour”

and he’s wiggling his brows and has his imaginary mustache in between his fingers.

☆ his next one is he’s kind of oblivious to a lot of things.

you can pull out the ugliest outfit known to man to test him and he’ll say “that looks so good baby”

not bcs he’s setting u up. no, because he doesn’t think that lime green ripped jeans and a orange cropped hoodie look bad together.

you’ll have to show him what fashion looks like and he’ll get better as time goes on.

jean:

the tickle monster.

☆ when you’re around him u have to watch your back. he’s serious about it.

u can have a super cute sentimental moment with him and he’ll pull it out.

“i really love you baby.” you’d say

“who else do you love, because i know you’re cheating on me with him.”

and you’re like WHAT.

“with who?!”

he’d pause and stare at you for a few seconds.

“THE TICKLE MONSTER!”

and he’d tickle you until you can’t breathe and almost pee yourself.

and after that you don’t trust him but then proceed to slip up multiple times.

u guys are gonna hate me for this next one…

☆ he does “the face” when he’s gonna kiss u

u guys know what i’m talking about

“the face guys make when they go in for a kiss”

his isn’t horrid, only because he’s attractive

sometimes he actually over exaggerates it to piss you off.

it’s not super horrible but it’s giggle worthy

reiner:

☆ he’s a cringe bf. unironically. it’s sweet but not all the time.

by cringe i mean “i just found out about periods, god it must suck to be a beautiful goddess :/.”

or he’s like

“hey! tell you’re period it can’t hurt you like that, it’s not cool!”

☆ he’s also a scaredy-cat.

behind all that muscle is a big baby.

he jumps at scary movies even when he knows what happens next.

cannot play something like fnaf with him

he will throw the phone and scream like he got stabbed in his chest.

he’s probably still scared of the dark but it’s kind of sweet idk. he literally cuddles with you at night like a mother and her baby. you’re practically holding him like a frail little princess, except he’s kind of the exact opposite.

this is actually kind of cute though..

levi:

☆ now his beige flag is that he can be SUPER sarcastic. ik he is.

he’s super snarky and sassy.

like he’s the type to tell what’s considered a ‘corny dad joke’ but instead he’d say it with a stoic face.

like if youre talking and couldn’t remember and say something like “remember when umm…” and you just sit there and think, he’d come back with “no i don’t remember when that happened”.

he wouldn’t laugh or anything.

i feel like that’s why it’s funny. he could make a childish poop or fart joke and it would only be funny bcs he looks like this 😐

he would own a stupid t-shirt that says something like, “find your patience before i lose mine”.

☆ he’s a karen as well. he’s not super bad but like at restaurants and stuff when his foods not right or the tables are not bussed…

i’d be in the bathroom crying my mascara off if i was his waitress

armin:

☆ he’s scared of animals.

this includes typical house pets like dogs or cats.

it’s bcs “they don’t speak , so you’ll never know what they’ll do next.”

his fear stems from one small thing that happened when he was younger.

a cat jumped onto his lap.

he thought it was trying to attack him and so he screamed and the cat got scared.

that’s it.

he can’t even visit the zoo because he’s scared the animals will break out. (he’s super serious about it, it’s not even something he jokes about)

he’s tried to like animals and it worked for a while.

until the dog started to play a little too much to his liking.

☆ also he just randomly informs you of random facts.

completely random.

you could be on the toilet and he’ll come in the bathroom like, “a shrimps heart is in its head…”

no “did you know?” or “isn’t it cool that?” he just says it.

if you ever go onto a game show you’ll probably win it with all the useless knowledge he’s given u.

connie:

☆ you could tell him the most god awful thing happened to you and he’ll be like

“wait, this reminds me of something that happened in something i just watched.”

he’ll proceed to whip out his phone and show you the tv show, news report, tiktok. whatever it was he saw.

this tends to happen to every experience that you have.

you could be held hostage and they’ll call him for ransom and somehow it reminds him of this one part of a tv show.

sometimes it’s funny sometimes it’s not.

☆ he sleeps like he hasn’t slept since the day he was born.

he hops into the bed and sits there for 1 minute before he starts snoring aggressively.

he looks dead, like actually…

sprawled out and snoring with his mouth open.

one time he slept with his eyes wide open and you shook him awake panicking.

he belittled you and was all smart and cocky saying “i would never sleep with my eyes wide open” even though he did.

he sleeps to the rain sounds with the thunder. but sometimes is so sleepy and forgets about it.

tagz!🐬: @hangesgirlypop , @yiugen , @heartshapedtearss

♡

a/n: heyooo! b4 u guys request it, im doing girls next ;). i just think this trend is the cutest thing ever, plus it feels good to write fluff. also im actually getting back to requests. like frl this time, i’ve been grinding non stop all night so i could be done by hopefully friday. feel free to request cute things u guys, i will absolutely write it! and also feel free to request other characters, i feel like u guys don’t request them bcs u guys don’t see them and so u think i won’t do them. trust i probs will!

#umeswritin!~ #aot x reader #aot hcs #attack on titan #aot imagines #aot #aot smut #armin aot #aot jean #aot headcanons #aot x black reader #eren aot #aot levi #eren x reader #jean x reader #armin x reader #reiner x reader #levi x reader #connie springer x reader #connie springer smut #levi smut #eren attack on titan #eren smut #armin smut #jean smut #reiner smut #eren headcanons #levi headcanons #reiner headcanons #armin headcanons

[fashion-runways]

okay, i promised an explanation and i won’t go into too many details because honestly i’m still kind of a mess and there’s a lot we don’t know yet and everything but-- 2 weeks ago out of nowhere, in the middle of the night at 6am cops showed up at our home and raided our apartment and stuck around up until 2pm just making a mess of the whole place and taking photos and whatever, they broke the downstairs front door (which we now have to pay to replace off our own money), made an absolute mess of every room in the apartment, took every electronic device except our phones (and that’s only because i started crying about having all my healthcare info on an app and how i was going to lose all my appointments, and i think they felt bad for us?) and detained my father. they have barely given us information on what he’s accused of, they’re still nowhere near investigating those devices they took so they won’t give them back to us, and we have no freaking idea if or when my dad is coming back, because again, they’re not giving us a lot of information. on top of that my dad is pretty old, he's 65, he was supposed to have surgery this month because he can’t see very well from one eye (his workplace was paying for it) and he kinda can’t hear very well from one ear too, even though he refuses to accept it, and he’s been on anxiety medication for a while, so i’m kind of scared of what will happen to him without actual medical care or a nice place to sleep every night?? i don’t know. i truly don't.

now, this as you can imagine is traumatizing enough as it was, and it continues to be, but on top of that my dad was pretty much the only person with a stable job and a concistent income in this family, so now that he’s detained and we literally have no idea when he’ll come back, me and my mom got basically left in the dark. and even if he comes back, like, i don’t know, next week? i’m pretty sure he’ll get fired because he’s been missing work for 2 weeks now. i have some money that i saved from the stuff you guys send me, my mom has some money she makes, but it’s... obviously not enough, and this is a really stressful situation to be in, obviously, i wouldn't wish this on my worst enemies tbh.

so... i don’t know. i can’t promise i’ll post anything new because i’m limited to mobile for god knows how long, that’s why i’ve been reposting stuff. and if you want to help, if you enjoy the blog, if you have anything to spare, that would really be helpful. i know this sounds insane what happened, and trust me it still doesn’t feel real sometimes?? like i’m going to wake up and it'll be a bad dream? i don’t know. as always, since i’m from latin america, anything helps. literally even the smallest amount of money helps. sorry this post is so long and so trauma dump-y, but i said i’d explain and i need help more than ever, this blog is basically the only semi-stable thing i have income wise. if anyone wants me to tag this with any trigger warning specifically, let me know, i wouldn’t know what to tag this myself.

anyway, i have my kofi account that i link in every post i make here: https://ko-fi.com/fashionrunways and my redbubble account: https://www.redbubble.com/people/dinah-lance/shop if you’d want to buy something instead. and as always thanks for loving this blog and for always helping us, i know it doesn't seem like it matters sometimes, but it does to me 💖

#text posts

[jeridandridge]

Hardest of Hearts

Melissa helps you handle a life changing event. CW: talk of Abortion

A/N: This is a different angle on a trope we’ve seen many times. I decided to explore the other side of a very real situation.

On a Friday afternoon you sit at your usual table with Melissa and Barbara tapping away on your phone lost in your own thoughts. The senseless chatter from Janine and Jacob going on behind you doesn’t even register as you look at the test results on your phone screen.

“Hey you okay, hon?” Melissa sits looking at you concerned.

You can’t do anything but nod and give her a tight smile as your heart beats fast against your ribcage.

“Sweetheart, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?” Barbara asks in the most comforting way only Barbara knows how.

Letting out a sigh you lock your phone and reach out for your water bottle instead. “I’m okay, really.” It was a lie, but none of your co workers needed to know your personal business. Especially Barbara and Melissa.

The redhead looks at you with something in her eyes that you cant place and you feel like you could cry right there. Being in love with the woman didn’t help your current situation. Getting up abruptly you give the group a tight smile as you gather your things. “I have some stuff to catch up on, you guys have a good weekend.”

As you walk out of the lounge you try to keep it together long enough to get up to your classroom. Looking at the clock you take a shaky breath realizing you have two hours left. It would be an easy rest of the day, you’d been letting the kids work on their own on a project anyway. You could make it.

As soon as your kids are gone you grab your bag and keys slipping out to your car before you can see any of your co workers in the hallway. On your drive away from Abbott you replay that day in your head. Melissa being mad at Gary all day. You planning on asking Melissa to dinner. Gary showing up at the last possible minute for a Valentine’s Day surprise. You meeting your friends at the bar. You going home with one of them. Now here you are pregnant according to your blood tests.

“Stupid.” You huff under your breath. You were always careful. Never hooking up with strangers, always using condoms. Now on your way home you come to the firm decision that you’re not ready to be a mother. You couldn’t even keep a plant alive. You had no right bringing a child into the world when you were still figuring your life out and living in a shoebox of an apartment.

Parking and going inside you lock yourself in for the weekend planning on trying to relax before making an appointment at the clinic for as soon as possible. That’s when you decide you’ll tell Melissa what’s going on. You might not have gotten the girl, but you did trust her with your life.

As the evening goes by, you receive a few texts from Melissa asking how you are and what’s going on but you leave your phone alone. Sitting with a book in your lap you try to escape reality for just a moment, only to be brought out of the story by a consistent knock on the door.

“I’m coming!” You call out getting off the couch. Looking through the peep hole you sigh when you see the redhead standing there with her hair up, hoodie on, and a bag in hand. Opening the door you keep your hand on the knob opening it just enough.

“Melissa, what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been acting weird and weren’t answering my texts so I thought I’d come by.” She shrugs holding up the bag from the store. “I brought treats and I miss you.”

Sucking in a breath you nod opening the door for her to come in. “I’ve been around,” you say softly.

“Yeah hon but something’s goin on. Can we talk about it?” She asks as you lock the door once more.

“There’s not much to talk about, Mel. Honest.”

Not believing a word you say yourself, it doesn’t shock you when the redhead looks at you with an unamused expression.

“Hon,” she sighs, “I don’t know what I did, but you’ve been kinda avoiding me all week, what’s goin on?”

Plopping down on the couch you bring your knees up to your chest, the redhead sitting across from you. God she was pretty.

“It’s not you, Mel. I swear. It’s a me thing and hopefully soon I won’t have to worry about it.”

Melissa reaches out gently cupping your cheek. For just a moment your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the contact.

“You don’t have to lie to me. You’re talkin to the queen of hiding emotions.” She teases you with a small smile.

Taking a breath you gently reach for her hand removing it from your cheek so you can hold it, a gentle squeeze from the older woman grounding you.

“I’m only going to tell you this because we’re friends and I trust you with my life.” You start, your hands shaking as a cold sweat hits you.

“About a month ago, I went out and did something stupid. Now I’m pregnant.”

Melissa gently squeezes your hands.

“And I can’t keep it.” You let out as the tears start to burn your eyes.

“Oh hon,” she moves forward to hug you, but before she can you reach out resting a hand on her shoulder. The smell of her perfume hits your nose and that only adds to your

“If you hug me right now I think I’ll fall apart.” You all but plead with her.

The redhead nods putting her hands in her lap as you sit in front of her practically shaking.

“What can I do?” Is all she asks. And that’s when the dam breaks.

Tears fall down your cheeks in anger and sadness, undoubtedly making you look psychotic. You wished you could tell her everything, but you can’t. Not now.

“Take me to the clinic?”

The redhead looks at you with watery eyes nodding. “I got you.” She hums gently offering you her hand.

Reaching out you open your arms, finally ready for a hug as you calm your breathing. you hold onto Melissa like she’s your lifeline, a raft keeping you afloat in dangerous waters. She holds you as if you’re going to disappear into thin air.

From that moment on the weekend turns into a blur. That night you climb into bed with Melissa beside you, her hand rubbing soothing circles against your back through your shirt. You want to turn over and wrap around her but think better of it. You’re close enough, you won’t ruin it.

The next morning you wake up with Melissa’s arm wrapped around you and her front pressed to your back in a warm embrace beneath the blankets. When you shift you realize she’s already awake, moving back a bit to let you move.

“I’m sorry I’m ruining your weekend.” You hum moving to face her.

Jade eyes meet yours and soft pink lips curl into a small smile. “Don’t be sorry, hon. My weekend was gonna be crappy reality tv and grocery shopping.”

“Not doing anything with Gary?” You ask with a quirked brow.

“Oh that,” she hums. “Yeah that’s over.”

She says it so nonchalantly, you can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not for her.

“Oh.” Is all you say and that’s where that conversation ends despite you wanting to know more.

As the weekend goes on you’re pampered by Melissa. She makes sure you eat and stay hydrated, and is right by your side when the clinic calls you back in the afternoon.

“The earliest appointment possible would be great.” You hum into the phone as the redhead gently rubs your back. “Yes, thank you.”

Hanging up you set the phone down and tip your head back letting out a sigh of relief. “I’ll have to call in on Monday.”

“Don’t worry about it, let me handle it.” She says moving for her phone.

“What are you gonna say? It’s a little strange for both of us to need the morning off isn’t it?” You worry, hoping Ava doesn’t ask her too many questions.

“Let me handle Ava, hon. I won’t tell her anything personal.”

“I know you won’t.” You nod. “I just- yeah.” You lean against the counter bringing your hand to your forehead. Your mind was spiraling and you didn’t know how to stop it. Watching Melissa tap on her phone you look down at the floor zoning out.

“All set, hon.” She assures you with a warm smile. “Now what’s goin on over there?” She asks coming up to your side again.

“Nothing, just- thank you.” You tell her sincerely, hoping that’s enough for now.

As the clock ticks you toss and turn on Sunday night unable to calm down. Laying in the dark you sigh under the sheets. Melissa wraps her arm around you once more, brining you closer to her.

“Everything’s gonna be fine.” She gently squeezes you.

You don’t know when, but you manage to fall asleep even if it’s just for a couple hours. Waking up to the sound of your alarm going off you let out a huff staying in the warm bubble you and Melissa were in.

“Hon, you awake?” She hums reaching over for your phone turning the alarm off.

“I’m up.” You whisper not bothering to move from the tangle of legs and the arms you’re being held in. “Thank you, for all of this, Mel.” She can think you just mean being there or taking you for your procedure, but this very moment is enough.

“I’m honored you trust me, hon.” She hums kissing your temple. “We should get moving.”

Knowing she’s right you yawn, sitting up and stretching out as you both get up for the day ahead. Brushing your teeth and washing your face you and Melissa move around your tiny bathroom comfortably as if you do this all the time.

“Did they tell you what to do for aftercare or anything?” She asks brushing out her curls.

“Basically no strenuous activity, I’m gonna have a little bit of bleeding and discomfort.” You shrug trying to play it off. Deep down you were scared of what to expect after, but you knew this was the right decision. Having Melissa at your side even if you haven’t told her your feelings is enough.

“When we get back you’re not doing a damn thing.” She tells you in a voice that tells you not to argue. “Take a nap and let me cook.”

“Well I can’t tell a Schemmenti to stay out of a kitchen now can I?” You joke through a nervous laugh.

“Especially after something like this.” She nods moving through the room to get her boots on.

Watching her from the bathroom you take everything in. The lamp in the room is dim, and her hair cascades down her back in red waves. With everything she’s done for you, you’re not sure how long you can keep your feelings to yourself.

“Mel, can I tell you something?” You asks keeping your eyes on the doorframe.

“Hon, at this point you can tell me anything.” She chuckles tying her laces.

“I’ll understand if you change your mind about taking me this morning. But I need to get this out before I go in there.” You let out in a shaky breath.

Melissa stands back up coming over to you gently taking your hands in hers. “You can tell me whatever you need to tell me. I ain’t goin anywhere.” She promises.

Looking at your fingers laced with hers, you take a deep breath before you meet those gorgeous green eyes again.

“I- this is horrible timing.” You laugh sadly shaking your head.

Melissa lets go of one hand reaching up to gently tip your chin up. “Are you gonna tell me or should we get ready, go, and talk about us when you’re feeling better?” She asks you as if she already knows. The way she looks at you tells you she knows.

Swallowing hard you nod, keeping your hand in hers.

Something shifts. The fear you had starts to lift as you walk out to her car a little while later. In your sweatpants and hoodie you sink into the passenger seat with your bag and water bottle taking deep breaths.

Watching the redhead get in the car she settles herself and starts it up, pulling out of your apartment complex. Going through the streets it’s relatively quiet in the city, some people are just going home and some are getting ready for a long day. As you get closer to the clinic you feel Melissa’s hand on yours stilling your shaking you hadn’t realized was happening.

“Is Barb gonna hate me?” You ask quietly, thinking of how you dragged her best friend into this mess. She was a Christian woman after all.

“Barb doesn’t need to know your business,” Melissa shakes her head. “But if you do tell her, she’s Barb, hon. She’s not gonna hate you ever. Especially when you’re with me.” She squeezes your hand with a soft smile.

The rest of the drive goes fine after that. You do your breathing and hold Melissa’s hand, only looking up as you pull into the lot where you were instructed to go to. Parking, Melissa gets out with you giving you a sense of relief. “I told ya I’m not goin anywhere.”

And sure enough she doesn’t. Through the paperwork and exam process, Melissa is by your side holding your hand. When you wake up from the procedure she’s there in the waiting room as you’re pushed out in the wheel chair. The kind nurse that was there from the start takes you out to the car making sure you get in safely with Melissa’s help.

Sitting groggy and sore you look at Melissa through the window with hooded eyes as she speaks to the woman, realizing you fell for her for all the right reasons. The drive home is a slow one. Melissa takes her time making sure to avoid as many potholes as possible, driving cautiously enough to have people honking at her.

“Yeah yeah go around me.” She rolls her eyes.

“Don’t use the car bat.” You mumble the joke out, eyes still closed in the passenger seat. When you wake up to Melissa carefully opening the car door you feel her hand stroking your cheek.

“Hon, cmon let’s get you inside.”

Sitting up you blink a couple times, swinging your legs out of the car you wince as you get up.

“Nice and easy.” She encourages wrapping her arm around your waist.

Leaning into her you walk slower than usual into the building. You were happy you had an elevator. Up to your apartment Melissa keeps you close, keeping her arm around you as you unlock the door.

“Let’s get you to bed, hon.”

“Come with me?” You ask quietly, as if she hadn’t already told you she knows how you feel about her. She was so understanding of everything and on top of that you were so tired you could cry.

The redhead nods, gently rubbing your back as you go back to where you started your day just a couple hours ago. Getting your shoes off Melissa helps you lift your legs onto the bed, putting the blanket over you. Laying there in your still dark room you wait for the redhead to join you, her arms immediately going around you as she lays down.

When you feel her lips meet your temple in a soft kiss you let out a content sigh, drifting off to sleep with your hand over hers.

#abbott elementary #Melissa Schemmenti x reader #Melissa Schemmenti #lisa ann walter #wlw #Melissa Schemmenti x you

[smolvenger]

Hot for Teacher (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After being private about your relationship, your professor boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, introduces you to his students.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Some thirsty comments and cursing, but no smut. Established relationship and lots of fluffy moments. Grammar and spelling mistakes that slipped past me. Reader not being a student and being an Adult Adult (tm). A big fancy ball because I decided not some hum drum party was gonna do. (I'm the writer, I can do what I want). I rip off YouTube comments and Ana Huang and stuff I see on Tiktok and Instagram.

A/N: For @holdmytesseract's request! I am sorry this took a while due to stuff happening, but here it is!!!

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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You always visited the campus coffee shop on Mondays at 10 am to overhear students being thirsty for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at their comments. They were leaving their English Literature Survey class. Only they weren’t discussing books.  

“Sooo nice of him to lower the word count for the essay, he knows it’s a lot.”

“Holy crap, did you see how tight his shirt was today? I could practically see his titties.”

“He needs to quote Shakespeare again. I think I’m developing a kink.”

“If I caught my girl in bed with Professor Hiddleston, I’d tuck him in.”

“If I was at the club and Professor Hiddleston was hitting on my girl, I’d start to cry…because he didn’t choose me.”

“I’m a hardcore lesbian, but Professor Hiddleston is on my cheat card.”

“I’m a hardcore asexual, but Professor Hiddleston is so hot that if I had to get pregnant I’d want him to do the honors.”

You sipped up your drink, sitting in a far corner. Smiling bright as you heard them. Stifling a laugh so hard you could feel your drink always threatened to snort out of your nose. You would cup your face, ensuring they didn’t take note of you. Even get out the notes app on your phone to type them down. Not that you’d ever show him. 

He was their hot Professor. But to you, he was just Tom.

Just Tom. A boyfriend who cared for you respected you, and listened to you. Who did the bare minimum and so much more. They didn’t know his flaws, living with each other's smells and body odors and functions and insecurities. And the little, beautiful moments that made you all the more in love with him. How you would both go to bookstores and geek out after certain works, make a mess in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or stay in your pajamas until 1 pm watching something on the TV. Did they know how loud he snored at night? Or how sensitive his neck was? Or that he was fidgety if he sat too long? 

Then one of them said “His girlfriend is one lucky ass bitch. I wonder what she’s like?”

“Oh…he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend, do you think…he’s single?!” one asked.

They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.

You froze, only staring quietly at your drink. 

Tom didn’t talk about you in class. Nothing. Nada. Goose eggs.  They didn't know you existed.

So far you were sure they were not little homewreckers- not successfully, at least. You trusted Tom and he trusted you and his students respected his boundaries. But he blocked them on social media so they wouldn’t dig anything about him. Tom was a private person and he wanted that to be respected by his students. 

When you both met to hang out and make dinner later that evening- his special Spaghetti bolognese recipe, he gave you a hug and kiss on your head.

“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.

His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.

“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.

You dived in to kiss him on the lips, his beard scratching your chin.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Oh, just fine. Your students were…wondering about me today. I saw them at the shop.”

“They didn’t recognize you?”

“No- they don’t know what I look like. Or about me, period…we’ve kept it that way…”

Both of you got into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and preparing the pasta and sauce. It smelled of garlic, onion, and olive oil, making your stomach rumble. How easily smelling that in a kitchen could solve all of your problems!

He smiled at you. Then, as the pasta was set to boil in the pot, he turned to you. His sleeves rolled up (making you giddy inside) and his face was a little flushed from the heat of the steam from cooking.

“My angel, I don’t want to keep you in hiding- and you shouldn’t.”

“Tom, what do you mean?” you asked. You stirred the sauce, then tapped the spoon and set it on a jar for attempted cleanliness.

 I love you. And this is a part of my life…would you like to meet them? I promise you, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them!” 

He went up to hug you from behind and you watched the simmering food.

You paused, taking in a breath. What were you afraid of? Were you ashamed of Tom or being with him? No, not a bit.

 You turned around to face him.

“They’re college kids. They’re basically puppies…I think I’d like to meet them.” you agreed

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You both decided what event it should be that you would meet them. There were events called Bookish Balls that were all the rage now. It was a prom for adults. Proms where everyone dressed like fantasy characters and showed off costumes and even cosplays. It was everything from complex armor to a dress with some elf ears on. 

You knew he had a Shakespearean-era outfit from a play he did that he kept you just had to find the right look. It would be more exciting and less creepy then if you jumped on them at the mall like a pair of stalkers. 

And the ball looked like fun.

You and Tom both arrived. He was in his Shakespearean garb and crown. You had your own outfit- you adored it. You couldn’t help but look at each large mirror you walked by as you walked down the dim hallways with carpeted floors.

All the students were talking about it- tickets were 60 percent off for students. Since they were all raving about these hot new fantasy books between their required reading of Dickens. They all rattled their iced coffees like maracas and gossiped and shared pics of their outfits on their phones every day before class according to Tom. Most of them would all be there.

Little did they know their Professor was going to be there, as well as his girlfriend.

You both arrived at the fine, fancy hotel. Tom was dressed in his leather doublet and pants with a large cape and a grand crown. Ever the king. You had splurged on the fancy outfit you wanted badly- and you felt as if you were a heroine in a story as you walked through.

“You look stunning- they’re going to adore you,” Tom assured you.

You hoped so. If they met you and humiliated you in some way tonight or after, you would move to Antarctica and learn to speak penguin. 

Taking his arm and feeling like royalty, you both went down the fine large building. You saw people gathered. There were some stage lights and the large gala room had trees with flowers everywhere as well as thrones, little game booths photo booths, and a banquet. And, of course, a packed dance floor. A live band played. Many people wore crowns and wings and elf ears and were dancing away with zeal. Women twirled their ballgown skirts with smiles so big it lit them up. Many flicked their capes dramatically or wrapped around them like blankets. There were fairy lights and glitter everywhere and there were photo ops and even a costume contest. It was in full sway.

 Including a crowd that included Tom’s students. They jumped up in time to the song, breathlessly singing along to every word.

Tom held out your hand, both of you feeling like the king and queen looking over their jubilant subjects. You both walked down. Hoping your outfit looked as nice on you as you hoped it would.

The song was entering its last chorus. The student's backs were turned and their capes and wings were bouncing as they danced. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

He went to his group of students and cleared his throat. At once they turned their heads.

They looked at him and then you and their jaws dropped.

Tom said.“hello, here is  Y/N, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend.” He then leaned you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All of their eyes bugged out of their skulls and jaws dropped like broken nutcrackers among them.

You were worried the girls in the group would glare at you like they were going to rip out your stomach intestines.

But instead, all of them collapsed into a collective “AAaaaaawwwwwww, hello!” and “What?! WHAT?!” Their eyes flitted toward Tom in tight leather (who wouldn’t?) and you in your presence. 

You went up like in any social situation. You gave them a smile- warm, genuine, polite, and friendly.

“Hi there, it’s nice to meet you- I heard all about you guys!”

You shook their hands. You got to meet them and learn names- Kelly, Hailey, Jessie, Emily, Daniel, Isaiah, Chase, Cameron, Kat, Miranda, Edgar, and so many more your head spun. But you eventually got it with practice.

But they let you dance with them. Be relaxed and have fun. It moved from a band to a playlist of all the classic dance songs. The band blasted Single Ladies and the girls invited you, dragging you in. You tried to copy the moves from the music video, but couldn’t quite and they all burst into laughter anyway.

It then slowed down- it was a ballad, the Cody Fry song about falling in love being like a symphony.

“Well…could I have a dance with my lady?” Tom asked, holding out his hand.

They gasped and looked at you.

“Oh, what a gentleman! I’d be delighted!” you said, accepting his hand.

They let you and Tom have a slow dance- how handsome he looked in the light, beaming at you. They smiled as if they were watching a rom-com at the end. There were no angry glares- at most, some looked a little reflective and sad. But none dared interrupt the moment with you and Tom.

Would they hate you after seeing the affection?

If so, they shut their mouths and minded their beeswax about it.

There were loads of pictures- you were willing to take some (they were seeing you as the surrogate Adult Adult more than their adults) and they included you in some, including some selfies.

Tom excused himself and returned with even brought you a little plate of food. a plate full of little sandwiches, cheeses, and fruits. You both rested your feet and shared some, feeling their eyes on you. For dessert, there were some gooey brownies that melted in your mouth. Tom eagerly grabbed some, his large hands packing as many brownies as he could. 

But you realized his beard had streaks of chocolate brownies on it, you burst into laughter and you heard some giggling from the students too.

“Oh, let me take care of that!” you offered.

You got out a handkerchief and wiped it off of him. You definitely heard “awwwws” in the distance. Looking at it, his beard was now clean.

“There you go! But dashing as always!” you said.

He held your hand and kissed it. The “AWWWWWS” got louder in the back and you both had to suppress your laughter.

Rejoining the students, you saw them less as little judges or would-be homewreckers. You got to talk to them. Maybe you judged them harshly- you remembered being in college when you were that young too. Of course, they grumbled about the coursework sometimes and you gave your own insight. 

“Oh- you’re seriously reading Persuasion? Oh, just wait! Austen takes some time to get used to when you read her stuff- read them slowly and you will catch onto what’s happening! The yearning in that one is beautiful” you encouraged a distraught Hailey. 

You even discussed what fantasy books they were into and got some more recommendations for your ever-growing TBR. And at the end, every last person in the crowd gathered and danced. You and Tom joined the students with big grins and aching feet, but you wouldn’t stop until that last song ended its phrase. No drama. No pettiness. And no hiding. No fear. Just people at a party. Young and happy and alive.

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The other morning, you were back at the coffee shop. Waiting on them. Soon enough, they arrived in their band, though you remained in the corner. 

“I couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend!” Daniel gasped.

“Really?! I’m not! A man that fine can have his pick,” Kelly commented.

They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.

“She is gorgeous- didn’t you see her at that ball!? And she’s super nice!”

“Yeah…I want them to be happy and he seems so happy-”

“Oh, he is cheesing after her- you saw how he smiled?! And how he got the plate for her? Like, he’s a walking green flag!”

‘She’s so lucky!

“Listen, I am glad they’re happy…I just wish it were me…”

They all sighed and agreed,. You waited for that whole vibe of that phrase to blow away.

Then, quietly you walked over.

“Hello everyone,” you said.

They gasped and turned heads.

“YN! YN, hi!” one boy, what was his name- oh yes, Cameron!-said.

“Oh, I just wanted to pop by,” you added.

Then, Emily stood up. She got out a chair from one table and moved it over to where everyone sat .

“Do you have anywhere to be? You can…you can join us! You’re welcome to!”

You smiled at them and took a seat.

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[feral-ballad]

true love is the small stuff that isn’t small. and being silly. always being silly. i never remember the disagreements we have after we’ve talked them through, but i remember all the times we’ve gotten stoned & danced together in our underwear before the shower. i remember all the times he’s pulled me back into his arms to keep me from walking into a spider web. (this has happened like 4 times somehow, i think spiders just love the guy.) i think about all the times we’ve washed each others hair & done each others nails. the time we spend doing day to day stuff together- cleaning, cooking, moving hay, planning for the future, how nothing ever seems hard when i’m with him. and all the fun stuff too, going on walks looking for bones & going out to eat or to parties or concerts or camping with our friends. the nights that we get drunk & giggly & cuddle in bed telling each other secrets & stories about how things used to be. how much better i sleep with him crammed into my twin bed, or listening to him snore on the phone. the long car rides listening to music & talking & sharing cigarettes. i think about the time that i was inconsolably upset & he read me alice in wonderland (his favorite book) until i stopped crying & fell asleep. how natural it is. how safe it is. my first relationship was when i was really young & it was very abusive, so love was always fucked up for me. i was with people that i cared about, that i loved in some way, but it never felt the way people described, it never made my heart pound or my skin feel electric, i could barely be touched, i never felt safe or at home, i never felt like i could be myself, i was never sure, there was always a level of doubt & uncertainty & discomfort. i thought that was just how it was. it’s different with him, in a way i thought i’d never get. there’s never been a moment of doubt with him. i never really believed in love at first sight but i swear the moment i met him everything in me screamed that he was the one, that if i didn’t stop being so scared & go in headfirst i’d regret it for the rest of my life. i fall in love with him more every single day, ive never felt like this before. and the truly crazy part to me is that i know he loves me too. i believe it. even when i’m triggered or having an episode i never doubt that he loves me, he shows me in so many different ways every day that he loves me & that i can trust him. sometimes i just get so overwhelmed with love that i have to kiss every single inch of his face. i want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him, but even if we don’t get that, if we only get a few years, a few more months, or even if it were to end tomorrow, i will never regret meeting him, falling in love with him, letting myself trust him like this. he changed me & my perception of love for the better in so many ways & also brought back a lot of things about myself that i abandoned a long time ago. i’ll love him forever, and i’ll always be grateful to him for showing me what love is actually supposed to be. (sorry this got so long haha, i just lovee talking about him & i get a lil weepy when i think about how different my life is now)

oh god… tears in my eyes….

#this particularly hurts bec it speaks to me #you’re so lovely anon #i hope you end up together in every lifetime #on love

[babybluebex]

italy calling: part three | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: part three of three! your time with joe in livorno comes to a tearful end, but, when you return home to london, can you be trusted not to find joe? and can he be trusted not to find you? pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf - don't like, don't read) tags: ANGST, lots of crying, but it's sweet, i promise, brief mention of smut word count: 3.4k author's note: since @icallhimjoey is BULLYING me to post this early, i am. everyone say "thank you joey". thank you all so much for your support on this fic, it truly means the world to me. i love you guys, and enjoy the last part!

The rest of the week passed in the blink of an eye. You spent nearly every second with Joe, either laid up in bed or out exploring the streets, and you adored it. He was gentle and kind, though still a cheeky little bloke— at dinner, his hand would teasingly slide between your thighs, only to stay there and not progress, or he would kiss you hard and grin at you when you chased him back into another kiss. You maintained the rules, stopping yourself from texting Lily or Googling him multiple times, abstaining in favor of cuddling and talking. He had so many stories, and he could have regaled you all day if you let him, and you often did. 

All too soon, though, Friday came. You sat in Joe’s bed as you watched him pack— you had offered to help him, but he declined, saying that it was something that he needed to do for himself. He seemed to be taking it hard, his brow drawn and mumbling under his breath as he gathered up his things. He scratched his head and sighed, and he looked at you sort of helplessly. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. He had a habit of employing big, wet puppy-dog eyes on you when he wanted something, usually a bite of your pasta or a kiss, but you could tell that this was something different. “Joe?” 

He came to you and laid down, settling his head in your lap, and your fingers started to card through his curls. “This has been the best week of my life,” he whispered. “I don’t want it to end.” 

“Me neither,” you admitted. “I… I’m gonna miss you.” 

“I’ll miss you so much,” Joe whispered. He took your hand into his and gently stroked your palm with his thumb, and he added, “This just isn’t fair. I find the perfect girl, and I have to leave her in Italy.” 

“You don’t have to leave me,” you offered. “We could keep in touch after you get home.” 

“No, no,” Joe whispered quickly. “It’s better if we keep it like this. I couldn’t ask you to join me and… My life is messy, love, and you wouldn’t want any part of it.” 

“Yes, I do,” you said, hot tears pricking at your eyes and threatening to spill. You sniffled, and you said, “If it meant I had you.” 

“It’s constant, with me,” Joe said. “You’d constantly be scrutinized, everyone would have an eye on you at all times, everything that’s private suddenly isn’t anymore. Is that the sort of life you want?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you asked. “Why would any of that happen? Joseph, darling, I’d do anything for you, but where in the world did you get that?” 

Joe sat up, his puppy-dog eyes locked on yours with a new intensity, one that made your skin crawl uncomfortably. “I have to tell you something,” he said. “After everything, you deserve to know who I am.” 

“I know who you are,” you told him, taking his hands into yours. “You’re Joe. You like cheesy bread and long walks at sunset and smoking after I blow you, and you hate when people are rude and when I get picky about olives. You have a brother and a sister, your best friend’s name is Wesley, you only smoke Camels and use a pink lighter, you’re ticklish on your left side, you’re insecure about your stomach— Joseph, I know you.” 

“But that’s not enough,” Joe said. “I’m more than that, there’s more important stuff to know about me.” 

“I don’t care,” you told him. “You said at the start of this that you didn’t want me to know, and I'm not going to break that promise, and I’m… I’m okay with that. It’s like you said, we wouldn’t work at home, we only work here.” 

Joe pressed his lips together as he thought, and he finally said, “Alright. I guess this is it, then. Give me your phone.” 

“Why?” you asked, though you fished your phone out of the bedsheets and passed it to him anyway. 

“I’m deleting myself,” Joe told you. He tapped at your phone, swiping and deleting the text conversation, then went to your phone app and deleted every call that you had made to him from your call history. Then, he went to the contacts folder, found himself (still listed under Italy Joe), and deleted it. “No chance of you finding me now. No trace of me left.” 

“Give me yours,” you said, and Joe did the same, pulling his phone from his jacket pocket and handing it to you, and you went through the same motions, deleting your texts and calls and contact. Your heart ached at the sight of your name in his phone— your name with a heart next to it— but, before you gave him his phone back, you opened up the camera, and you tugged Joe close to you. “Maybe you can’t contact me,” you started, snapping a picture of both of you. “But you can remember me.” 

Joe turned and kissed you without a second thought, and you snapped another picture before you set down his phone and kissed him back. You finally let your tears fall, and you whimpered as Joe broke the kiss. He softly kissed your cheeks and eyelids, collecting your tears on his lips, and you tugged him close and held him tightly. “I’ll never forget you,” he told you. “I love you.” 

You shook your head, your frown growing. “No, you don’t,” you told him. “You love me in Italy. At home, I’m messy and boring, and I don’t do anything except watch television and go to bed early.” 

“Then, I’d love nothing more than to be messy and boring with you,” Joe chuckled lightly. “I love you, darling, and location won’t change that.” 

“It’s your rule, my love,” you told him. “No finding each other. We obeyed every other rule, please just… Don’t ruin this. Don’t let this be tarnished by the end. Everything was beautiful, and it’ll end when you leave in a few minutes, and-and that part of our lives will be over, and we’ll be okay with it. Because we have no other choice.” 

Joe nodded gently, and he said, “One more kiss, love.” 

You indulged him, softly pressing your lips to his, and he kissed you with all of the love and softness that he had in his body. This man loved you, and you loved him, and you were about to lose him. And you were okay with that. He was only meant for the short time you were in Livorno, and now that was over. But it broke your heart so thoroughly that you actually felt pain in your chest. When you broke the kiss, you only had one request: “Tell me your name.” 

“Quinn,” he said in an instant. “My name is Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn.” He would give you the shirt off of his back on a regular day, but it seemed as if your parting had broken his will down to nothing. Before, he had faffed about and not given you even his surname, but now… 

“Joseph,” you sniffled. “Joey… Your flight leaves soon.” 

“I can get another one,” Joe whispered. “I can stay here for another day or so.” 

“Darling, you have to go,” you told him. “Your life awaits.” 

Joe kissed you one last time, and he took his phone from your hand, moving to zip up his luggage. He didn’t say much as he led you out of the hotel room, letting the door close softly behind you, and he gave you a tight hug, breathing into your neck and having your scent one last time. “I guess this is goodbye,” you whispered, and Joe gave a shaky breath. 

“Not ‘goodbye’,” he said. “‘See you later’, maybe. We’ll see each other again.” 

“But not on purpose,” you reminded him. “No finding me.” 

“As long as you don’t find me,” Joe said, and you nodded. 

When you got back to your hotel room, you felt empty. You were hungry, but you didn’t feel like eating. You were tired, but the bed was too big and lonely. You had hardly been in your hotel room all week, and it looked sad and deserted. Joe’s light was gone. You needed to go home. 

But first, you called Lily. “Babe!” she exclaimed as she answered the phone. “Oh my God, how is Italy? I’ve hardly heard from you!” 

“It’s fine,” you said. “I met a guy.” 

“Ooh!” Lily said. “Tell me about him.” 

“I…” you started. “I think I know him. His name sounded familiar, and I think maybe we know each other somehow.” 

“What’s his name?” Lily asked. “Let me Google him, maybe I can find his LinkedIn or something—“

“No, no,” you said quickly. “Part of the deal of the fling was that we don’t find each other afterwards. Googling is forbidden.” 

“Oh,” Lily sighed. “That sucks. Why did you agree to that?” 

“Because I didn’t realize how I would feel at the end,” you said. “Lil, I had a-a whirlwind romance, one of those kinds you only read about. I love him and he loves me, but that’s over now. We were only meant to work in Italy, and I’m okay with that.” 

“Your voice is all shaky,” Lily noted. “You don’t seem okay with it.” 

You sighed, and your throat tightened as your tears fell. “I’m coming home,” you whispered. 

“What?” Lily asked. “Your flight doesn’t leave until Sunday night.” 

“I’m coming home now,” you said. “I can’t be here without him. I’ll cancel that flight and get the next flight back to London.” 

“If that’s what you want,” Lily whispered. “Pop ‘round my place when you get back, I need to hear all about your guy.” 

The weeks passed slowly. After coming home from Italy, nothing seemed right anymore. Your flat was sad too, not even having been touched by Joe’s presence and still feeling the effects of his withdrawal. Your plants were wilting, your bed was too hard, everything was skewed and wrong. Where you used to be content going to work and coming home and watching TV, you suddenly found yourself searching for more. 

You started going to coffee shops after work, sitting and reading and trying to enjoy the bustle of people and tourists around you. You had gotten a copy of Joe’s favorite book and tried to read the poetry, but every word made you think of him. Everything reminded you of him. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid as to send him away home without so much as getting a picture for yourself. Even three weeks out, already, the image of him in your mind was beginning to fade— everything but his eyes. 

You tried to enjoy yourself more, the way Joe would have wanted you to. You dressed up with Lily and went to girl’s night and you went to nightclubs, but none of it was the same. You remembered in Italy, how, one night, Joe had taken you back to the nightclub where you met and danced with you. He was an awful dancer and it had made you laugh endlessly, though you weren’t much better, but you had found your rhythm with his arms around you, swaying to the music. That night had ended with room service ravioli and cigarettes on his balcony, wrapped in bedsheets and trying to keep quiet as he knelt down and ate your cunt, and you frowned as you remembered it. There was nobody like your Joe. 

Somehow, you resisted the urge to look for him. You hadn’t told Lily his name so that she couldn’t do it either, but you remembered it: Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn. Every day, you wanted to Google that and see what would come up, but you never did, and you were thankful that you didn’t. Even if you found him, there was nothing that said that he would want to see you. Even though he had said that he loved you, that meant nothing. He easily could have had a million reasons why he didn’t want to expand your relationship past Italy. Maybe he didn’t want to fool with long-distance either. Maybe he even had a girlfriend waiting for him at home. There was no telling why he had made that rule, and, even though you tried to pretend that it was blasé and you didn’t care, you cared immensely. 

You held your chin in your hand as you gazed out the window of the coffee shop, watching the London afternoon go by. It was rainy, and umbrellas passed by every second, but your eyes went past them, unfocused as you thought. The next day was a deadline, and you weren’t quite finished with your load of work yet, but you knew that you could finish it tomorrow before noon, before that deadline, but you still sat and worried about it. You chewed on your thumbnail and played with a bit of skin on your lip, and you watched as a man in a suit walked by. 

You saw plenty of men in suits in London, but this one was different. The suit was a sort of warm beige-brown color, and his pants didn’t fit quite right, a little too long and brushing the rain-slick pavement. He wore a white shirt underneath, unbuttoned two buttons down, silver chain on his freckled neck. He had his phone in his hand, looking down as his wired headphones jumped and clacked with each step, and he finally stopped and looked up at the sign of the coffee shop. 

Your heart stopped in your chest, and you jumped in shock. Joe. There was no way. It was impossible. Joe could not be standing in front of you right now. How did the universe orchestrate this? His hair was styled now, pushed back off of his forehead with product, golden-brown curls that you couldn’t help but adore, and his eyes scanned the sign before dropping back down to look through the window. It took him a moment, but those dark eyes found you, and he stood still, his chest heaving as you locked eyes. Slowly, he tugged his other earbud out and held them in his fist, and he gave you a gentle little wave. 

You shot out of your seat and gathered up your bag, and you hurried out to meet him. The world flew by you, and your chest tightened as you stepped out into the drizzle and into Joseph’s warm arms, mashing your face into his neck. He smelled good, like expensive cologne, and you laughed as Joe held you tightly, rocking back and forth with the might of his embrace. “How…?” you started, your voice cracking, and you pressed your cheek harder into his skin, clawing at his back to get him closer. “How did you—“ 

“I couldn’t help myself,” Joe told you. “I went into my data carrier’s call log and found your number, and I Googled it, and I found you. I really just did it so I could see your face again, I really didn’t intend to come find you, but then I found your Instagram, and I saw your post about this place, and-and this cafe really isn’t that far from my flat, and I thought maybe being near you would be enough, and—” 

“I can’t believe it’s you,” you whimpered. “Joe!” 

“Are you mad?” Joe asked, his lips touching your ear. 

“No,” you told him. “So, wait, you mean to tell me that you’re from London? You’ve been right under my nose this whole time?” 

“Born and raised,” Joe chuckled. He pulled out of the embrace, smoothing his hand across his hair, and he said, “I could hardly believe my luck when I saw that you lived here too. I mean, London is huge, but also incredibly small, I can’t believe we haven’t run into each other before— Whatever. Do you… Erm… Did you keep up your end of the bargain?” 

You nodded. “And I really wanted to Google you too,” you whined. “My friend wanted me to so badly, she wanted to find your LinkedIn profile or whatever.” 

“So, you have no idea who I am?” Joe asked. 

“And I don’t care who you are,” you told him. “You could be the King of England, and you’d still be my sweet boy.”

Joe chuckled. “You might want to sit down,” he said nervously. 

“You’re not royalty, are you?” you asked. Without a thought, you sat down at one of the little wire tables, drenched in rain water, and Joe knelt down next to you, taking your hand into his. “Because I don’t think that I can handle being, like, a prince’s consort or whatever.” 

“I’m not royalty,” Joe chuckled softly. “I… If I just tell you, you’ll never believe me. Google my name.” 

Slowly, you pulled out your phone and did as he asked you. You couldn’t even begin to type his last name before it was autofilled for you, and you looked at him with wide eyes before you clicked on it with a shaking finger. 

Articles. Interviews. Pictures of him on red carpets. Modeling campaigns. Dior. Valentino. GQ Man of the Year. Netflix. HBO. Your head began to swim, and you set your phone down. “Okay,” you started. “So, you’re, like, super famous.” 

“To my chagrin,” Joe joked softly, although you got the impression that it wasn’t much of a joke. “But you see why I didn’t want you to know.” 

“Yeah, I get it,” you said hazily. 

“I’m lucky that no fans wanted a picture when we were out together,” Joe said softly. “That would have ruined my whole anonymity thing.” 

“Why did you hide that?” you asked. “This is— Joseph. This is a huge thing to keep secret. Why didn’t you just tell me?” 

“You remember my ex?” Joe asked. “The one I told you about, the one who used me? I needed to be sure that you wouldn’t do the same, and you proved to me that that sort of thing doesn’t matter to you. You’re not superficial or shallow, you don’t care about fame or status, you liked me for me. You were happy with regular old Joe, and I don’t get people like that anymore. You were— you are— a breath of fresh air, and I wanted to keep breathing you. So, you can leave me be, if you want, you can turn away from all of that and keep living the life that you have. I wouldn’t blame you, I wish I still had this sort of life, but… Darling, I’ve been suffering without you. Life just isn’t the same. I come home from set, and I imagine what it would be like to come home to you, and I… Fuck. I want you so bad, but it’s your decision to make.”

It certainly was a big decision. But you knew your answer. You had known it since the moment you met Joe, all those weeks ago, in that nightclub in Livorno. You tugged Joe close to you and kissed him, tasting cigarettes on his lips. Italy Joe was no more— now, he was just Joe. “We can make it work,” you told him. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it work.” 

“Good,” Joe smiled. “Cool. Awesome. Erm, do you— Would you like to come—”

“If you’re asking me to come home with you, the answer is yes,” you chuckled. “A million times yes.”

Joe smiled, the sort of smile only movie stars could give, and he stood up, taking your hand in his. “I’m just glad you’re not mad at me,” he said. “I thought you’d be upset about me breaking our rule.”

“We’re about to break all of our rules,” you smiled, and Joe grinned at the insinuation. “I’m not mad at all. I’m just relieved that I wasn’t the one who did it first.” 

Joe pulled you into his body as he laughed, and you hugged him tightly, your heart opening up inside your chest. Joe. Your Joe was here, and he wasn’t going to leave. “I love you,” you told him, and Joe kissed you hard, his hands sliding down your body and grabbing your hips, tugging you up on him. It reminded you of your first kiss on the beach, and Joe couldn’t help his smile as he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. 

“I love you too,” Joe whispered. “I really do.” 

“You know this means that we can, like, vacation exclusively in Italy now, right?” you laughed, and Joe did his laugh that you loved, the hearty chuckle from his chest. 

“Of course,” Joe said. “I’d want nothing else.”

-

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[squishyimps]

⚠️!!TRAUMA POST!!⚠️

TW: S/A, neglect, mommy issues, trust issues, etc.

(This is really just my last resort to getting all this shit off my chest. Also this will mention my deadname so yeah)

So when I was 8, my mom met this guy named Josh, he was okay. He tried to be like the dad I wish I could’ve had, but one night, he snuck into my room and locked my door. Then he told me I was dreaming and for me to put my face in my pillow, so I did, then I felt my pants going down and something rubbing against my… “tunnel.” I asked him what he was doing and he told me not to worry about it and to keep my face in my pillow, or he’d make me keep it there. I got scared and put my head back in my pillow and he put his hand on my back, gripping my pajamas. After what I could only assume was half an hour or so, he left. I told my mom about it but she didn’t believe me, not only that, but she guilt tripped me into talking about it with him. He started crying and saying stuff like “I’d never do such a thing” and “I see you as my own daughter, Emery” and so on and so forth. My grandma and aunt Lys believed me though, so I’m grateful for that.

The S/A went on for four years (it stopped when I was 11) the last time he did it was when his 5 year old son was visiting. He had him stay in my room while he took me to his and my mom’s room, sitting me in his gaming chair and wrapping my mom’s bandanna around my eyes, he told me we were gonna do a taste testing thing, he said he didn’t have a spoon though so he’d have to use his finger. He told me to get all the peanut butter or whatever it was on his finger off it. It was normal til the last time, he put, what I can only assume, was his dick in my mouth which obviously caused me to choke and pull away. I went to take the bandanna off and he told me to wait, I heard a zipper and then he said I could take it off. He asked if I was okay and I started crying a little and asking “What was that-?” He reassured me that it was just his finger (but I didn’t feel any nail SIR.😒) A few weeks later and he was put in jail for selling edibles at home or something.

After he was put in jail my mom was like “Well, now I hope you’re happy. Now your brother doesn’t have a dad to look up to! Does that seem fair to you, Emery?” As if all he did wasn’t just leaving my little brother in my room to watch TV and leaving me to take care of him while he just sat in his room playing video games. My mom has been a big fear of mine since I was 6, she has rarely been a good mother to me , or to anyone for that matter. Because the moment I was born, she left me to be my grandparents responsibility just so she didn’t have to worry about me. Even now she still expects my trauma to have just *POOF* vanished! As if that’s how it works.

And just a couple hours ago, her and ex boyfriend number 13 (yes, I keep count) got into a pretty heated argument and broke up. And because I’m emotional and a fucking crybaby, I obviously started crying in my closet, so I called my best friend and drew some quote art. But seriously, trauma doesn’t just resolve itself if the problem is away from the victim/victims. It takes time and effort to help the person get better and find a good coping mechanism for it (like therapy, drawing, writing, crocheting, writing, reading, etc.).

If any of you, a friend or a family member have gone through S/A or anything like that I am so, so, so sorry that happened and I hope you’re healing well.

#squishy rants #non tickles #trauma dump #rant #vent (???)

[x-0ophelia0-x]

Ezra x Jacen’s Nany Reader

Hear me out….. there’s NO WAY in the galaxy that Hera leaves Jacen with only Chopper, I repeat CHOPPER as supervision… that droid has committed war crimes on a daily basis as a form of entertainment, simply because he could.

Sabine has been to busy being a part-time jedi apprentice, and looking for a way to bring her idiot best friend/brother Ezra back home to their Mama Hera..

Kallus is simply too busy as a stay-at-home dad raising his horde of Lesat cubs, while his hubby Zeb is busy working as a part-time recruit trainer for the New Republic..

So.. what’s a VERY pregnant Hera to do when she comes across a young girl, who happens to be the same age as the Son she had just lost, in the streets of a still recovering planet after the fall of the Empire? Watching as the girl gently tends to the sick and injured that others seemed to ignore.. all while this child is clearly malnourished and weak herself.

Surprise bitch, you just got adopted by the coolest Mama in the Galaxy..

Aside from helping Hera around the Ghost with chores, making sure the ship’s baby ready, and studying (because Hera wants to help her new kid after clearly observing her passion for medicine) she eventually becomes Jacen’s teacher and basically the family’s personal Doctor.. (and I mean the WHOLE family.. Zeb tried to avoid his annual check-up once.. wasn’t happy that Kallus ratted him out and basically tricked him into Reader’s office)

The main draw back that Reader seams to have in her personal life though??? Her severe case of “Resting Bitch Face” nobody seems to show any interest in her, and only her adopted family seems to not be bothered by it.. she even tries to do things to make her face less intimidating.. constantly being aware of her facial expressions and doing her best to keep her eyebrows slightly raised and a slight half smile on her lips…

Then Ezra comes back… and you bet your ass as soon as the crying, hugging, lecturing and overall emotional reunion is done.. Hera is dragging Ezra by the ears to get a FULL check-up by the most trustworthy doctor she knows.. and Jacen is happily tagging along, holding his “big brothers” sleeves while waiting for him to meet one of his favorite people.. the outcome is… somewhat unexpected.. Ezra trying to be charming and calling Reader’s “serious face” cute..

And Reader being genuinely flustered by Ezra’s awkward attempt at flirting…

Jacen.. is getting ideas, and Chopper is going to help him because CHAOS WILL RAIN!!!

……. and he’s got years worth of pranks to pull on Ezra.. might as well start now.. 😉

a gremlins Nany.

pairing: Jacen‘s Nany!Readee x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none

word count: 2,1 k

summary: You’re Heras most trusted person. Not only did you take care of her beloved son Jacen, no. You were and still are his Nany and best friend. And not only that, after Ezra’s return, Hera ofc trusts you with his check ups. And Jacen and Chopper have a lot of fun about this.

authors note: It’s not proofread, pls bare with me! 😭 I‘m sick and I gave my best to make it as good as possible :´D I hope this makes sense, I‘m not really familiar with medical stuff, especially when it comes to Star Wars 💀

anywayyyy

enjoyyyy <333

imagine this being Ezra waiting for his routine checkups, thank you xd

As she walked through the streets she didn’t fail to notice a young girl, helping the people in need.

Her way with the injured and sick was more then just gentle.

Despite her own visible weaknesses portrayed by a weak body.

After each treatment she only left them to treat the next one if they reassured her that they’re fine.

„Thank you so much y/n, wouldn’t know what I’d done if it wasn’t for your help“

Said an elderly woman, truly a heartbreaking scene even if this girl was a complete stranger to her.

was.

It didn’t take her long to approach the girl, she waited for her to finish the treatment on another injured citizen before she started to talk, startling the girl on front of her.

„Hey there..“

The girl turned around and met her eyes with the stranger, her gaze was shocked at first but soon turned into one of adoration as she looked at the pregnant woman in front of her.

„H-Hey..!“

„I‘ve been here for a little while and couldn’t help but notice your way of helping your people… could I ask you a question?“

The girl looked up to the green Twi‘lek while nodding a yes.

She didn’t know how to form the question since it was a rather personal one and let’s be honest.. they didn’t talk yet.

However, this planet belonged to the ones with the highest death rates, seeing the poor girl alone here, weakened and injured.. where were her parents?

„Do you have a family here?“

As if she saw it coming the girl nodded a no, a sad expression laying bare on her face.

The Twi‘leks heart ached for her. 

She just lost one child, seeing another one, assuming at the same age as him.. it was too much to just stand by and do nothing to help.

„Would you like to become part of my crew?“

y/n looked up at her, not fully believing her ears yet.

„Are you serious..?“

„Yes“

And just like that a huge smile appeared on her face.

„Of course I’d love to!“

The woman returned y/n‘s smile and offered her her hand.

„Name‘s Hera“

„Name‘s y/n“

-

A few months passed by from the moment where you firstly walked into the Ghost.

The ship wasn’t the biggest but oh force, you’ve never felt more at peace then when you got to enter your cabin.

The ship was cozy and it even had a medbay!

Hera then decided to inform you about the other crew members and their activities. 

That’s also the reason why it was so empty.. however.

Soon you were able to meet everyone, except one boy who Hera told you was missing.

Sabine grew the closest to you (after Hera and chopper ofc).

Even if her timetable was loaded with Jedi training stuff, you two always managed to spend some time together.

Zeb worked at a part time recruit trainer for the New Republic while Kallus stayed at home, making sure that their horde of Lesat cubs wouldn’t destroy everything.

Chopper is Chopper. 

There’s nothing more to that since we all know how he is.

There’s no way that Hera would’ve trust him enough with her still unborn child.

Soooo.. with Kanan gone and Ezra missing, there’s only one person left who she’d trust enough with her baby.

You.

You were studying medicine, something you wouldn’t be able to do without Heras help.

She became something like a mother role for you and ohhh my goodness where our excited for the day the baby would be born.

She didn’t have to ask you, couldn’t even since you started to turn the ship into a baby safe place.. at least the most possible version of this since it’s a spacecraft after all .

Hera was moved to tears, seeing how much effort you put everyday to ensure her baby’s safety while everything that Chopper did was to mess with your stuff.

Yeah you were the right choice, no doubt in that.

„Hey, could I ask you to do me a favor? But before I tell you what it is, just know that whatever you’ll answer is allri-„

„Yes I want!“

„What?“

The woman was too stunned to speak.

„But you don’t know what I’m going to ask you..?“

„If I want to take care of your baby right?? Please tell me that this was your question???“

There was a spark of excitement on your voice that made Hers heart to flutter.

She didn’t know if it were her hormones or her (for now) clouded judgement but she immediately hugged you, fighting back some tears.

„Thank you..!“

-

Some years passed by and thanks to Heras help, you were able to actually get an official status as doctor.

That wasn’t your only ‚job‘ tho. You were also a part time nanny for Jason from the moment on he was born. 

Being the most trusted person available on the ghost pushed your ego, making you think that you can perform both of your ‚jobs‘ at the very same time.

It did make some things harder for you, but it was her baby after all, he was worth it.

People who knew about your story would say that you’re literally shining in comparison to your state from when before Hera found you.

Others at the other hand were kind of scared off by your resting Bitch face, not showing any interest towards you.

Your new family didn’t seem bothered at all by it, not even Jacen, but you still gave it your best to improve your facial expressions.. they never faded tho.. .

So when the day arrived where the boy called Ezra returned, Hera instantly had an assignment for you.

She and basically everyone of the ghost crew used to tell you stories about him, how he made the ultimate sacrifice to safe his crew and Lothal.

Ten years had passed since then, since his disappearance and since you’ve been as good as adopted by Hera.

The days after the big news.. we’ll it’s safe to say that you never saw her this emotional in your entire ten years.

Not even when she was pregnant with Jacen, and this is a statement. 

You weren’t there when he arrived since you had some patients waiting for their treatments, but you soon found out about the happy news when Hera called you through your comm link.

And not long after you heard her knocking on your door, dragging an middle aged man by his ears, while Jacen tagged along, holding him by his sleeves.

She asked you if you could take a look at him, a very good one since he’s been absent for like.. I don’t know… 10 years?

Yeah, sounds reasonable. 

„Please do a FULL check-up. You’re my most trusted doctor on this galaxy.“

„Of corse Hera, well then Ezra.. Please take a seat.“

He freed himself from Heras and Jacens Grasp and went to sit on the special chair. 

Ezra seemed to be excited about the technical stuff that surrounded him.. you’d be too if you’ve been stranded in the middle of nowhere for a decade so.. .

„We’ll wait outside, just tell us when we should come“

Said Hera and with that she and Jacen left the room, leaving you and Ezra alone.

„Okay then.. how are you feeling? Are you injured? Sick?“

Knowing how Important he is to Hera you tried to somehow neutralize your „special“ expression.

And he seemed to notice this, you barely knew him and he already started to change his attitude around you.

„No, I‘m totally fine“

He had a grin on his face while you raised your eyebrow at his answer.

„I still need to take a look at you so-“

He already started to take his shirt off, I mean he didn’t have to, just you her push it slightly upwards but you weren’t complaining. 

Nope.

Not at all.

But you had to keep yourself professional.

„Why did you take your shirt off?“

„For the check-up..? If I’m not wrong that’s what patients to for the lung part?“

„Ah- Yeah sorry. Yes, ehm, thank you“

You checked his heartbeat, his lungs and everything you could do at the moment.

There was one thing that concerned you.

Not his health since it was in a good state.

But the way how he made you feel.

You tried to keep a straight, neutral, friendly face while looking him up, but he made it impossible for you.

„You’re cute“

„What?“

Your movements froze for a short while, this kind of comment was unusual.

„You’re cute. You know.. the way how you try to keep your face straight“

„You’re serious?“

„Yep. Why shouldn’t I be?“

He was charming, handsome, kind, you only knew him for a very short time. Like for real. But there was something positive around him.

And it flustered you.

„Thank you“

„Just telling the truth“

-

Unbeknownst to you two, a very curious Jacen was leaning right against the door, squeezing his ear as close as he could and boy did he smile when he heard Ezra talking to his best friend.

„Jacen, you know that it’s rude to-“

„He told her that she’s cute“

He whispered, loud enough so that Hera understood him.

And her face lit up.

„He what??“

„Shhh.. come here and listen“

This private moment, at least to your knowing, made you happy.

There was finally someone who immediately found interest in you, someone who wasn’t blinded by your facial expressions or your attempt at looking natural.

Weeks passed by and he turned out to continue to be as charming as he was the day you met him.

His genuine, true, loving self made you fall im love with him and the same goes for him with you.

Hera was happy to see how both of your presences affected each other for the better and Jacen was sure that he was destined to play your matchmaker. 

And chopper didn’t let this chance go by.

Jacen wanted to help his best friend and his big brother and Chopper had years worth of pranks to pull on Ezra. 

Chaos will rain

And even if Ezra had warned you that he sensed that something would happen, nothing could ever prepare you for what was to come.

It was a peaceful day at your office.

Your last patients for today waited in the waiting room and Ezra was one of them.

Hera didn’t leave him any other choice then to go and get frequent check ups from you just in case that he really didn’t catch anything on Perridea.

His frequent check ups became known to Jacen and Chopper and they saw the perfect opportunity in this to pull their first prank on you two.

Jacen hid behind the shelf with a music box while Chopper disguised himself as something fitting to his surroundings.

They knew that you’d welcome him into your office with a hug, your relationship witch him had gotten better and better and Jacen didn’t fail to notice this.

Knowing this was the base for this prank.

As Ezra neared himself to open the door to your room, opening the door and greeting you, Choppers mini metallic arm reached out and electro shocked his leg, making him loose his balance and fall straight into your eyes.

The pose you found yourselves right now was more then unexpected as his fall took you by surprise. 

Jacen then didn’t waste any more time and played on the ‚play‘ button of the music box, playing some semantic song which seemed to be popular. 

Chopper then took a photo, beeped some things and left the room with a grinning Jacen as fast as he could.

Your patients where beyond confused at the scene and went to your office to check if everything was alright. 

As you saw them looking you two up and down… your face became the deepest shade of red known to humanity.

Ezra’s too.

This ‚incident‘ may have helped you two to get closer but you were still shy about it.

Jacen and Chopper however had other plans and lets just say that this was just the beginning.

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger x y/n #ezra bridger #star wars #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #ezra bridger fanfic

[simphornies]

Hi lovely! Can you please do a one with a platonic angel dust X reader where the reader has a contract with Vox and the two of them bond over their shitty “bosses?” And the reader works as Vox’s bodyguard! I think it’d be so cute if they walk to vee tower together whenever their bosses call them in and never leave without each other! I’d imagine at first Angel soundly really care much for the reader, but after he joins the hotel they become great friends!

A/N: This one isn't really long so I'm sorry! I did my best 🥲 Writing a platonic story was harder for me than I thought </3

Word count: 831

Platonic! Angel Dust x Reader

You worked at VoxTek under Vox and you absolutely hate every second of it. You get the shorter end of the stick considering his hypnotism doesn’t work on you so you saw him for who he really was. You stayed at the hotel after finding a loophole in your contract with Vox. Every single day was more so annoying than anything. Considering you’re his bodyguard, you would have to go everywhere with him and catching up with Vox, the overlord that can zap into any electric device and teleport away, wasn’t really the easiest thing to do. You looked forward to getting out of work and hanging out with the hotel staff everyday.

One specific day, Vox decided to meet up with Valentino for the day during one of his shoots. There you met the famous Angel Dust. You two clicked as soon as you met, constantly talking about your contracts together and finding loopholes. You didn’t fail to notice how he held himself back from you a lot of the time, not really opening up and keeping up a mask. So you decided to try and get him into the hotel.

“Angel!” You called out to him. He just finished his shift, looking more tired than usual. “Rough shoot?”

He laughed and elbowed you, “Yeah. Rough.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed with him. “Okay that one was on me.” The two of you started walking home, chatting about your day.

“Hey so. I’d like to say we’ve been…y’know…friends for a while but I don’t even know where you stay.” You looked at him, “I’d wanna come over for drinks some time.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Ah. I don’t know…I live with Valentino.”

You choked on your own spit, “You live with him? Where have you been going every time we get off of work?”

“To the bar. Clubs.” He shrugged, “Anywhere with alcohol and drugs, honestly. I hate living with him so staying away for as long as possible is ideal.”

“You know…” You began, “I stay at the Hazbin Hotel. It’s really not that bad.”

“Y/N where are you goin’ with this?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“You could crash with us, y’know?” You suggested. He was about to protest against it but you quickly stopped him. “Think about it! We get to be roommates, they have a bar and we can drink together and we get to go to work together!”

You shook his arm, “C’mon Angel! Pleaseeee?” You whined, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could.

“I…I don’t know. Val wouldn’t be too happy with that.”

“Fuck Val. Fuck Vox. Fuck the Vees in general!” You exclaimed, “It’d be nice to have you around. You can’t have drugs there though.”

He groaned, “What? No drugs?” He whined, “Where’s the fun in that?”

“You trust me, don’t you? It’ll be plenty of fun. They got a bartender that I think is just your type.” You winked, elbowing his side.

“Hmmm…I don’t know, Y/N.”

“Angel I will get on my knees in the middle of the sidewalk and start screaming, crying, sobbing and begging.” You threatened him. He looked at you dumbfounded but the look of determination was clear in your eyes.

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, “Ah fuck it. Sure. Take me to this hotel. I don’t got stuff like that anyways.”

You squealed in excitement, practically dragging him to the hotel. As soon as Angel got there, it didn’t take long for him to get used to the place. He definitely liked Husk, the bartender you mentioned earlier, as soon as he saw him.

You helped Angel practically move out a box of things he had at Valentino’s along with his pet, Fat Nuggets. It was fairly easy sneaking around the blind moth for you. After moving him into the hotel, you took notice of him getting happier by the day.

He still had to work with Valentino as you did with Vox. It wasn’t long for you and him to grow closer everyday. So much so that you two had a system going on in the morning.

Your daily routine with Angel would be getting up and getting ready at the same time, him helping you with your makeup for the day and the both of you going to work. Every shift sucked but it sucked a lot less ever since you two stayed together.

Angel confided in you more and you’d do the same. You would help him stay sober, drug wise. Every now and then the two of you would go out with Cherri Bomb, causing mayhem in the city and fighting in turf wars.

Hell wasn’t easy but with your new best friend by your side and a surprisingly good support system at the hotel, everyday gets easier.

You just wished you could get the both of you out of the contracts that bind you to the Vees one day.

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 6 - Dark Phoenix II - Emergence of conflagration

Part 1:

“It’s our biggest sighting of Klaue in six months. Our destination is Casablanca, Morocco. We all know he operates mainly in Africa. Our sensors have found Vibranium in the biggest amount yet. Our mission is to retrieve the Vibranium. Klaue has become one of our highest priority targets, if anyone messes up this mission I will fire them myself, understood?” Looked around the room of agents. There were about 10 agents plus Sam and Natasha. “We leave 0500 sharp. Vibranium is the strongest metal on Earth, so prepare yourself.” Everyone stood up and took their files before leaving the conference room. “I’d hate you to be my boss,” Sam walked up to me. “I am your boss,” I chuckled dryly knowing he still doesn’t think I’m his boss. “Okay, fine. Is there anything else for the mission? I’d like to be prepared,” he said and I looked up from the leftover papers. “You know your way around raids, we can use your experience with this many recruits. You have to take this seriously, Sam. I count on you in this one,” I said and he dropped his smile and put on a serious face instead. “Absolutely, thank you for trusting me with this.” I gave him a small smile and patted his shoulder before he left.

“Any notes for me?” Natasha leaned against the table, crossing her arms in front of her chest, a slight smirk on her lips. I looked her up and down before going back to the papers. “Notes… Romanoff, I don’t know if I could give you any useful advice. Just don’t vandalize my mission, I heard that’s kind of your thing,” I said without looking at her otherwise I would have laughed straight away. “Yeah, that’d be fun though. Anyway, I was thinking you and Katarina could come over later. I’ve got something for her,” she suggested and I chucked. “Natalia, you have to stop buying her new stuff every week,” I grabbed the papers and made my way to my office, Natasha following close behind. “But I love seeing her face when she's surprised. Y/n, she stopped abnormally fast, we need to spoil her while we can,” her arm gently snuck around my waist pulling me closer so she could leave a kiss on the side of my head. A smile came along my face feeling so much happiness and calmness in our relationship.

The last 6 months were a growing experience. Natasha and I started going to couples counseling. It was my idea and Nat was pretty skeptical about it at first, she needed some convincing but eventually she agreed to do it. After six months of doing it, she actually became fond of it. It keeps us in line I think.

Natasha and I haven’t moved in together yet which I think was a healthy balance to our relationship. We made sure to build it up securely and honestly, trying to be as independent as possible while also being in a loving relationship.

Of course, we spent all of our free time just us two and Katarina. We always try to spend some quality time together, either going to the zoo or some museum that Katarina could enjoy too.

So that’s been great, I love our relationship and I feel like we will be good.

Katarina had stopped growing fast and since the surgery, her hearing and speaking abilities became better and better. She’s gonna turn 4 in just a month and she’s the most amazing little human. Nowadays, she talks your ear off if you’re not careful enough. It became a tradition that every time Natasha was over at our place, Rina read Nat a chapter of Harry Potter.

Her abilities still don't fail to amuse us. She’s reading like she’s in high school and her vocabulary is insanely high. My dad has offered that he could teach her physics and math but I denied it. She’s 4. I want her to have a childhood. Watch her play the snow carelessly, scrape her knee on the playground, cry because she can’t stay up too late, or smudge her face into her birthday cake. I don’t want her to grow too fast unnecessarily. She deserves every little moment there’s to enjoy.

“What did you get her?” I asked Natasha while we entered my office. She took a seat in my chair very quickly. “A set of the Harry Potter movies. Special edition,” my mouth fell open, and looked right at her. “I wanted to get that for Christmas. Oh my god, you have to stop at least until her birthday. You’re gonna steal all my gift ideas,” I said. I packed away all the files and got my bag. “Fine. Ready to go?” She turned with the chair but did not care to stand up. “Just one more thing,” she stood up and closed the door before turning on the shades in the glass windows. “What are you doing?” I asked and she just walked back to me and took the bag out of my hand, dropping it to the ground, making me gasp. “That’s a really nice bag, why would-“ She cut me off with a kiss. Very unexpected at the moment but not complaining.

Her hands were quick to get a grip on my waist, moving to the edge of the table. I pulled myself back for a second, taking heavy breaths. “We need to pick up, Katarina,” I panted. “We have an hour, calm down,” Natasha kissed down my neck, hands roaming my body. “Thank god, I couldn’t have left this room,” I put my hands on her face and pulled her back into a kiss.

***

“I have to make this room soundproof,” I mumbled to Nat as she closed the door behind us. “Maybe next time keep it down a notch,” she bumped her shoulder to mine with a smirk on her face. “Maybe next time-“ “I hate that my office is next to yours,” Maria walked past us.

After I basically ran to the car and Natasha took her sweet time we finally made our way to Katarina’s school and picked her up. I ordered the groceries on the way and once we got to Natasha’s place it just arrived.

Rina ran inside the apartment as Nat chased her while I took the groceries from the delivery guy. “Wow, I’ve never delivered anything to an Avenger, you guys are really cool. Thanks for keeping us safe,” said the man, and I appreciated how nice he said it. “Our pleasure,” I smiled at him. “Is it possible for me to take a picture with you?” He asked a little hesitantly. “Of course, no problem,” I stood next to him and we took a picture before he said thank you and left.

“Was there a problem with the order?” Asked Natasha as I entered the kitchen. “No, he just wanted to take a picture with me. He was really nice,” I said.

Unpacked all the stuff we ordered and after a little while I cooked something real quick, not in the mood to make anything big. We sat down and ate then Nat spoke up.

“I’ve got something for you,” she said, pinching Katarina’s side. The little girl’s eyes widened and a big smile appeared on her face. “Really?” She asked. “Yup, stay here,” Nat stood up and went off to her room and a couple of seconds later walked out with a bag in her hand and a cheeky smile on. “What is it?” Asked my daughter curiously. Natasha handed her the bag and Katarina was quick to rip open the box and when she saw it she gasped loudly.

“Oh my god, yes!” She said excitedly and observed the package of Harry Potter movies like it’s a treasure. “Thank you,” Rina jumped out of her seat and was quick to shower Natasha with hugs and kisses. “You’re welcome, baby,” she kissed her head while hugging her close. “I love you, Natty,” Katarina mumbled against Nat’s shoulder and the smile that pulled on the redhead’s face was remarkable. “I love you too, Bean.”

The rest of the day went by really fast. Clint was nice enough to take Katarina to school so I could go to the mission in time so at 4 am sharp I was already at the HQ, preparing for our departure. Got my guns and knives ready and met with Nat and Sam at the deck ten minutes before 5.

“Be aware of the trainees. I don’t want any of them to mess this up or get killed on my watch, but stick to your mission too. Be safe and don’t do anything stupid,” I said to the two of them. “She’s talking to you,” Sam glanced at Natasha who scoffed at this. “She’s definitely talking to you,” she said. “I’m talking to both of you.”

At 5 we took off with the team, flying straight to Morocco. Our estimated arrival was 6 which was successful thank god because I didn’t want them to slip away this time.

“Sam, I’ve got you new glasses, you have to wear these,” I handed him a box and he took it with a smile. “Wow, a present for me,” he opened it but the smile dropped from his face. “They look the same,” he said. “Yeah, but they have a Vibranium sensor in them. It detects metal, which makes our job a little easier.”

“Okay everyone, it’s showtime. Team R leaves first then Team W and then Team S. Comms are on at all times, you see something you share, yeah? Don’t die,” I said then we were ready to go.

Nat left first with her team then Sam and lastly me. I was very protective of this mission because I’ve been after Klaue for the last six months and he always seemed to be two steps ahead of me.

I neared the main entrance with four agents behind me, Nat and Sam’s teams already making their way inside.

It was a bigger building than these compounds usually look. Security was way more advanced and a lot more guarded. “We can get through, but there are way more guards than we expected, Y/n,” heard Natasha over the comms. “Yeah, I got that. But I’m not leaving until I have Klaue.” “You’re the boss.”

#gxg #black widow x female reader #black widow x reader #black widow x you #marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x stark!reader #natasha romanoff x stark!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff imagines #y/n stark #stark!reader #sam wilson

[arcadialedger]

Sokeefe One- Shot: The Kiss

Set during Chapter 42, this one- shot chronicles what would have happened had Sophie and Keefe not been interrupted after their confession.

~~~

“I won’t,” she promised, tilting her chin up to steal another quick kiss.

It was only brief moment, a second-long brush of her lips against his. And yet suddenly, the world seemed new again.

It all felt… right. 

Sophie pulled back, and rested her forehead against Keefe’s. His arms wrapped around her, Sophie couldn’t help but let out a laugh of contentment. 

“I can’t believe it,” she admitted, her voice little more than a whisper, “I was so terrified when I came to find you, I thought for sure I was about to get rejected.”

Keefe’s lips curled into an amused smirk, “You really thought that? Foster, I told you how I felt in my letter, thinking I’d never see you again. When you showed up in London, I was so happy, but also… terrified. Terrified because you knew, and I couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Even now it’s still unsettling. I thought you still… didn’t think of me that way.”

Sophie winced at the unspoken words.

I thought you still liked Fitz.

“Fitz and I were a disaster, because it wasn’t meant to be,” Sophie spoke out loud, as she came to the realization, “It was just a silly crush. But when I realized how much I cared about you, after you left, it was… different. Overwhelming, to be honest. Ugh, and Ro was rooming with me when it happened. She had a field day with that.”

Keefe let out a laugh, “Let me guess, The Great Foster Oblivion?”

“The Great Foster Oblivion,” Sophie agreed, “but luckily, it’s over. And I’m… sort of loving the results now that it is.”

Sophie stepped back and laced her fingers with Keefe’s once more. To her surprise, Keefe blushed slightly. She had to remind herself that Keefe wasn’t as entirely as confident as he let on. He’d thought she didn’t like him, had dealt with her crush on Fitz. 

Had all of the teasing, all of the flirting, been a… coping mechanism to deal with the hurt? Her mind flashed back to her Cognate session with Fitz, etched into the green notebook for “the hard stuff.”

“So am I,” Keefe declared, “To be honest, I’m kind of in shock. And kind of glad you talked to me while my Empathy is messed up.”

Sophie’s brow scrunched in confusion. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that— had he been able to tell, this would have been a lot easier. 

“It forced you to come to me,” Keefe explained with a smile, “Forced this to be genuine. Not just me reading your emotions.”

Oh. 

“That… actually makes a lot of sense,” Sophie agreed, “But I promise, we are going to get your Empathy fixed. We are going to get through this. And then you’ll be able to feel how I feel so intensely it’ll probably make you sick,” Sophie grimaced with embarrassment. 

“Trust me,” Keefe gave her hand a squeeze, “It won’t be half as much as what I feel for you.”

Sophie let out a breath.

“Really? All this time?”

Keefe nodded, “All this time. I just had to wait for you, and… hope.”

Sophie felt tempted to say sorry, but stopped herself. In the end, she had nothing to be sorry for. She’d taken the time to sort out her feelings, and had come to the best conclusion. 

And now here she was, fingers intwined with this beautiful, brilliant boy. This boy who made her laugh and cry and smile and feel. 

“Let’s just enjoy the moment,” she concluded, as she stepped forward and rested her head on his shoulder. 

Keefe leaned into the embrace, and immediately their breaths seemed to sync together. 

“No regrets?” Sophie asked this time.

“Absolutely none,” Keefe whispered.

Sophie could have stood there forever, hand in his, head on his shoulder. However, through the glen, Sophie could see the sun beginning to set. Grady and Edaline would start wondering where she was. 

Keefe must have come to the same conclusion, as he kept her hand in his and started to lead her out of the glen.

“Need to lean on me again for balance?” He teased. 

Sophie only took it as an excuse to lean into him more, and tuck herself under his cape.

Keefe laughed— the sound like ringing silver bells in her ears.

For a few minutes, they just walked in silence along the pastures that way. The night was bitter and cold, but Sophie thought she had never felt warmer, never felt happier.

Slowly, Havenfield came into view, and Sophie untucked herself from Keefe’s cape. 

“Just in case Grady or Edaline see us,” Sophie explained, her face flushing at the thought, “I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk to them about… this.”

Keefe bit his lip, “Yeah… to be honest I’m a little scared for my session with Grady when he finds out. I mean, talk about awkward.”

Sophie chuckled, “We’ll cross that bridge when we’re ready. With our friends too.”

The same worries Sophie had in her room after Ro left, before Keefe came home, came rushing back into her head. 

How Fitz would react. How Biana would handle this, after years of having a crush on Keefe. It seemed like she had gotten over it long ago, but it still made things.. tricky. And Dex…

Well, given Dex’s feelings towards the Vackers, and his newfound friendship with Keefe, Dex would probably be thrilled, if Sophie was being honest. 

“When we’re ready,” Sophie declared. Keefe nodded in agreement. 

Without another word, Keefe let go of her hand, and blew her a kiss goodbye, before turning away into the orange and pink tinted horizon.

Sophie let out a breath, and held her hand to her heart, the warm tingle of Keefe’s presence still there.

In that moment, the entire reality of what had just happened, the entire rush, fell over her. And all of the sudden, Sophie felt as though she could cry with happiness. 

She had done it. She had been brave. And if this was the outcome, she was going to be brave a whole lot more often. 

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #sokeefe #sophie foster #keefe sencen #stellarlune #kotlc stellarlune #stellarlune spoilers #sokeefe fanfic #kotlc fanfic #shannon messenger #the arcadia ledger

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check In September 15th and 16th, 2023 🎀

I was a bit stressed on Friday. And really tired. Like crying on the phone talking to my dad about how tired I was. I did not want to go to work, but I did and had a goodnight regardless. Everything worked itself out and I stopped stressing so hard. I was gonna rest before I had to go to work but my friend decided to talk my ear off for an hour about her family woes, even after I told her I wanted to rest my brain for a bit. I love helping my friends when I can but sometimes I just need a break from socializing.

there’s not much to update on but I’ll give an update regardless!

🩷 What I Ate Sept 15th -

Breakfast - bagel sandwich and a coffee

Lunch - bagel w whipped cream cheese and another coffee

Dinner - Alfredo pasta w spinach and chicken and a small salad w egg, cheese, and a little ranch dressing

Extra - morning coffee at home and not near enough water. Also some mini mint chocolate candies, like three

I was really feeling bagels. They were so good.

🩷 What I Ate Sept 16th -

Breakfast - Scrambled eggs on brioche style bread with slices of cheddar cheese

Dinner - Two bowls of spaghetti with marinara sauce and grated Parmesan cheese

Snack - macaroni cup, three cups of coffee

I just realized I didn’t take a break to eat lunch at work today. That is the first time I’ve ever forgotten to do that.

🩷 What I Accomplished Sept 15th & 16th -

Worked a total of 13.5 hours at my job

A lot of self compassion and rest

Morning skincare and night skincare routine (sept 16th)

Studied Japanese 10+ minutes each day

Reorganized my desk with my new desk supplies

I received some new acrylic desk organizers, stationery, and Japanese study books today! I bought two writing workbooks and I bought the Genki I and Genki II textbook + workbook + answer key bundle off of Amazon and I am so excited to start using them all soon! In my Japanese studying so far, I’ve memorized almost the entire hiragana chart and started keeping a physical list/anki flashcard set of hiragana vocabulary off of Duolingo and have been practicing my writing on Renshuu. Renshuu is surprisingly such a great tool for me right now, like it’s the complete reason I memorized the hiragana so fast. My plan is to start using Genki I right after I memorize (most of) the katakana. I’ve been listening to Japanese music a lot and talking out loud to myself on occasion. I’m just super excited about this language.

I think I’m quickly approaching the edge of burnout right now and I’m desperately trying to find a way to delay the burnout or stop myself from burning out altogether because I have too much on my plate to just lose myself now. Like I’m genuinely enjoying everything I do in a day but it’s tiring me out. I don’t sleep very well right now, I’m not working out, my nutrition isn’t the best, I over-consume caffeine and I’ve been neglecting my self care. I am working to regain balance because I don’t want to tire myself while trying to build the best life for myself. Todays first step was keeping my promise to do skincare and study Japanese. Tomorrow will be skincare, weekly planning, and completing my due assignments and notes. If I can rebuild trust with myself, I have a good feeling I can get back on track with my daily ideal routines. Just need to take it one step at a time.

I know my blog appears that everything is so great and girly and perfect for me but my life is not like that entirely. I do romanticize my life in the way I live it, I am the main character if my own story, but life is life and stuff happens. I don’t have the perfect body or health, I don’t have the best discipline or motivation sometimes, and yeah, my life isn’t perfect. However, I am still so grateful for the life I am currently living, a life that I never thought I’d be so content with. This blog has helped me determine the direction to go in and keeps me motivated often, and I am so at peace and proud of all that I’ve built and have had help creating for myself. Thank you to everyone who reads this. It is the little interactions, the daily notifications, the pride I get from my consistent updates that keeps me level. This is therapeutic for me in a way. Like an online diary. And I absolutely love the space it’s given me to be my true self, my most comfortable self. I am not perfect but i am happy. Happy with my progress and my journey and my community.

Sorry for the little joyful ramble. Again, I appreciate this community so much. I wouldn’t have driven my life in this path without this community.

🩷 Song of The Day - The Greatest by Sia

One of my all time favorite motivational songs. Just listen to the lyrics. Absolutely simple and amazingly powerful.

that’s all for these last two days! Will be getting more detailed in my daily accomplishments, and am working on a stationary review though I did order more so I might way until it gets here to complete the review post!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍

#pink pilates girl #pink pilates princess #self care #self development #self love #wonyoungism #health & fitness #it girl #mental health #physical health #language learning goals #studyblr #college studyblr #university student #langblr #that girl energy #that girl #it girl energy #clean girl #coquette girl #vanilla girl #high value woman #green juice girl #pink academia #pink aesthetic #pink blog #girlblog #girly blog #girl blogger #japanese

[goingmerryfics]

So since you’re on impel down you’ve surely seen my darling favorite villain Sir Crocodile so may i request just some soft x reader fluff or headcanons for him x a trans male reader i never see x masculine stuff for him but I love him very muchhhhhhh thank youuu 💚👉👈

Trans Male Reader w/ Crocodile

Content: Trans Male reader, he/him pronouns, coming out. No emphasis on if they’re pre or post-op top or bottom so feel free to picture this as you will. No NSFW!

Notes* Thank you for the ask! When I tell you I fell in love with this man the moment he showed up in Alabasta-

You’re not the only one he’s interacted with that doesn’t fully align with the stereotypical gender norms See: Mr. 2

Anyway, as a trans man myself, I’m very happy that this just so happened to be my first official ask. It kind of turned into a bit of a comfort fic, hope that's ok! Please enjoy!

Crocodile

Crocodile knows you’re trans before you tell him

So while you were panicking about coming out to him in the midst of your blossoming relationship, (What if he loses trust in me? What if he reacts badly?) he was oblivious because in his eyes, there was nothing wrong. He was dating you, and you identifying as male or female or otherwise didn’t matter. You managed to worm your way into his heavily fortified heart somehow. Labels didn’t mean fuck all to him if he was already in love with you

Eventually when you do come out to him through ugly tears and hyperventilation, he just kind of blinks at you

“Huh? Why are you crying over that?”

It takes you by surprise

While you’re trying to calm yourself he opens his arms and offers you a hug, which you take happily

While he’s holding you to his chest, he pulls the cigar out of his mouth and sighs

“All that matters is that you’re mine.”

You felt your body begin to relax, surrounded by the warmth of the man holding you tight enough to crack your spine. You’d soaked the front of his shirt with tears and a bit of snot, and yet he didn’t seem to mind. Crocodile holds his cigar away from you so you won’t go into a coughing fit before you can catch your breath, while also being careful of the hook on his other hand- the last thing he needed right now was to snag you on it and hurt you while already in a vulnerable state.

His quiet comfort was enough to pull you out of the panicked state, but he didn’t let up until he felt you take a step back. There was a pause while you wiped up your face as best as you could with your sleeve, and Crocodile stayed patiently waiting until you were ready to look up at him again.

“Better?”

You nod, and apologize for the outburst, but he clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes.

“If I’d known you were so scared to tell me this, I would have let you know a long time ago that I already knew.. Now let's go clean you up.”

Now that the animosity is out of the way though, it feels like your relationship has changed for the better. You feel much more comfortable with him

More importantly, you feel more comfortable sharing certain things with him- and he feels much more comfortable asking questions, too!

One day he asks you what Dysphoria feels like, and man did that take you a few hours to put into words and even then your explanation didn’t feel exactly right

He lets you know very quickly that if there’s anything he can do (he means anything he can pay for, really) that all you need to do is ask and consider it done

He understands when there are days where you don’t want to be touched in certain spots

He makes sure to make it known to anyone else who may know you’re trans that you will not be disrespected whether in his presence or not. If anyone dared to misgender you, he would deal with them accordingly

He also does things that will help you feel ‘manly’, like asking you to open a jar for him even if he could very well open it himself

Long story short, he loves and respects you no matter what

#HarleyAsks #HarleyAnswersOP #sir crocodile #One Piece #HarleyRequests #harleywritesop

[farfromstrange]

Chaos Theory | Michael Kinsella x Reader

Chapter 5: Designed To Deceive

Masterlist ° Chapter List

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Reader

Summary: Something isn't quite right with you and Michael starts growing suspicious. Meanwhile, you try to convince your boss to give him a job and Sarah to give him a chance. If it weren't for the worry about your sister and the strange customer who seems to look right through you, you would have almost considered the day a success. Almost.

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of death/grief, mentions of child abuse, sex jokes

A/n: Michael is a big teddy bear in the beginning, and then it gets a bit... messy. Everyone say: Fuck Amanda, Jimmy, and Frank!

Michael doesn’t know how to read you. Just last night, you were crying in his arms, but as soon as your alarm goes off, it’s as if nothing ever happened. You put on a smile, brew some coffee for the both of you and get ready for work. 

He’s not sure if it’s a good sign that you seem so positive, but he doubts that your behavior is healthy. You’re hiding, not just from him but from yourself. He knows what that’s like.

He catches you cursing at your phone after glancing at it all morning. And then, when you’re desperately searching for your workplace identification for the cash register on the small desk that you consider your office, and he offers to help you find it, your answer comes fast and almost in a state of panic. “No!” you say. You notice how harsh you sound, so you add a forced smile. “I mean, you don’t have to do that. I can find it on my own.”

You twist the small key that keeps the upper drawer locked and stuff it into your pocket before finding the card you’re searching for under a pile of literary agent listings you printed out a while back.

“Got it!” you declare. 

You sound so cheery, but Michael has a hard time believing that you’re okay, even though you assured him a million times after waking up. You took a pill of Ibuprofen to get rid of the headache, and then you were yourself again. Caring, kind, and overly optimistic. 

“Okay,” you grab your bag, “I’m going to talk to my boss because she’s set to come over and do her usual run-down today. But I don’t see why she shouldn’t hear you out.” 

He walks around the couch, smiling softly. “You know ya don’t have to do all that,” says Michael. “If it’s too much of a bother, I can find somethin’ else. I–”

You shush him with your index finger against his lips. His brown eyes widen slightly, and then he pouts. 

“You’re cute,” you say, smiling back at him. “But I promised I’d do everything in my power to get you that job. Just let me handle it, Mikey, okay?”

“I trust ya, but I’d understand if your attempts don’t work. That’s what I meant.”

“You underestimate my power of persuasion, Mister Kinsella.”

“I would never do tha’. I know yer persuasive.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then just trust me on this,” you say. 

He nods slowly before pursing his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your finger. You pull away and offer him your mouth instead, and he eagerly leans in to kiss you. You taste like mint toothpaste and cherry chapstick. Your perfume smells unique; it’s a scent he can’t explain because it’s one hundred percent you. And your skin, as so often, feels like silk under his fingers.  

“Have you ever filled out an application form before?” you ask him then.

“Yeah,” he answers. “One or two. My solicitor made me do it. I have a CV, but there’s nothin’ great on it.”

“Do you have it with you?”

“No, it’s–” Michael sighs. “It’s at my house.” 

He left so suddenly the day before, he didn’t think to take more than just a few clothes. He didn’t even bring toiletries, so he stole your shampoo and your toothpaste; you kept his toothbrush from your first night together, which still warms his heart when he thinks about how carefully you placed it out for him as if he already belongs there. 

You nod. “That’s no problem. If you don’t want to go back there, which I’d understand,” you say, “I can pick it up for you after work.”

“No,” he answers without missing a beat. 

If you go to his house, Birdy will surely see you from across the street, and if Birdy sees you, it won’t take long for Frank to find out. Jimmy and Amanda already know, the latter even saw you kissing, and they don’t approve. He understands, partly because you are so normal, you have no place in the life the Kinsellas are leading, but he’s looking for a proper job now and he knows he can protect you from the threats his family is facing and might as well knock on his door, too. What he doesn’t know is if he can protect you from is his own family. 

“Why?” You frown. 

He doesn’t even know where to start. 

“I’ll do it,” he says. “It’s not your responsibility.”

“Do you not want me in your home?”

“That’s not…” Michael can only shake his head. He wishes it were that easy. But it’s not just his family, it’s the memories the house holds, the bullet holes in the wall above the fireplace he has so often traced with his fingers ever since he first set foot back into it. 

It would be too much. You’d understand, you already do, but you are a very empathetic person and his four walls are dark. They hold darkness, the same one he harbors inside, and he doesn’t want you near that, not on your own, at least. It’s shame, it’s guilt and it’s a desperate need to protect you from his past. 

“I understand,” you say softly, cupping his cheek. “You’re scared that your family will see me, aren’t you?”

You catch on quickly. 

“Yeah,” he says, “among other things.”

“Okay, I won’t go there then. Do you still need me to take you?”

He smiles and shakes his head, kissing your forehead. “I’ll take the bus.”

“Call a taxi. Who knows what psychopath is walking these streets today. Don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Fine, taxi then.” 

“Thank you.”

His breath is hot against your forehead. You wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. He’s quick to hug you back. His hands travel all over your back; this is not him seeking comfort, this is all you. It’s another piece of evidence that you’re just pretending to be okay. Inside, you must be burning. But he doesn’t know how to help you.

“You worry too much,” he says. “I can take care of myself, ya know?”

“I know,” you answer. “I just can’t help it.”

He rubs your back until time tells you that you have to leave, and you reluctantly pull away from the hug. You glimpse down at your phone again, but something tells him you’re not checking the time. 

“Anyway, you call me if you need me to pick you up or drive you somewhere, yeah?” You look at him with eyes that leave no room for arguing. 

Michael nods, pulling you in for another gentle kiss. “Have fun at work,” he says. “Don’t let anyone drag ya down.”

“I’ll try,” you say, your smile almost reaching your eyes, but it doesn’t elicit the usual glow he could get lost in. You kiss him again as if to deflect from his concern. “Bye. And don’t forget to close the door when you leave!”

“Will do.”

The door falls shut behind you, and his eyes instantly flick to the drawer you locked. You probably think he didn’t see you, but he’s always vigilant, even more so after the day before. Why you locked that drawer, he doesn’t know. The Kinsella in him tells him to check in case there is danger lurking inside, but you’re not like that, you can’t be. You’re keeping something else from him, and you took the key with you to make sure he wouldn’t disturb it. 

He can’t break your trust like that, even though staring at it and not knowing what could be so important to lock it away bugs him to the point he’s ruffling his hair. 

What are you hiding from him?

And suddenly, he’s not the only one with secrets anymore; it’s the both of you. 

•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•

The truth is, you’re not okay. The few hours you slept weren’t restful. You dreamt about the darkness inside of you in many shapes, not able to wake up from the nightmare, and it dulled your spirit when you woke up. 

But Michael doesn’t need to know that you’re struggling. You cried your heart out to him and he held you, and you don’t want him to be any more worried than he already is. He has enough on his plate with Anna and his family. You don’t want to be a bother to him. 

The thoughts are harmful and your common sense belittles you for being so stupid and not just talking about what’s bothering you, but it’s not your common sense that is in control over you. It’s a trauma response, your therapist once said, trying to take care of everyone and fix them, put on a mask and pretend you’re okay because that’s what you have been doing from the start to protect your fragile heart. You internalized that behavior and now you can’t put it down. 

It’s been a while since you have been to therapy. You went the first year after moving, but that was it. You changed your attitude and decided to live in your bubble, and it worked for the most part. Until Michael came around. 

You don’t blame him. He’s not the one ruining your life. Meeting him was an unrelated event, but it caused your life to spiral out of control and fall victim to chaos. He’s the butterfly that flapped his wings and caused a series of totally unrelated events to tear you down, and he is not to blame for that. 

If you wanted someone to blame, all you had to do was look no further than the rearview mirror and into your own eyes. 

Maya hasn’t texted or called ever since you talked over the phone. You transferred her the money for the field trip and a little more, hoping it would be enough for her to get away for a few days. The chat between you has been silent since. 

She said that he took her phone, which means every call and every text goes through him. She snuck out to call you the day before, but you know she is smart enough to erase any trace of you. She hasn’t even saved your number under your name. In her phone, you’re called Sierra and you’re one of her high school friends. It made conversation between you so much easier after you moved, but then you fell into the rabbit hole and you drove apart. 

After something traumatic happens and you decide to leave the past behind, there comes a time when you don’t want to be confronted with reality anymore and you decide to shut everyone out. It’s better to avoid the truth than let it ruin your new life. It’s human nature, and you went through the same process. 

There are five stages of grief, and denial was by far the stage at which you stayed the longest, and you still are inevitably stuck there. Of course, you went through all five stages, but then you returned to the first one and you haven’t recovered since. Denial is nice to live in when you make yourself believe that the past can’t haunt you if you simply push it away. But it’s a lie that depression and trauma tell you; these voices are not to be trusted. 

Maya is all you have left, you realize that now. Your anxiety is higher than ever, and you find yourself glancing at your phone even as you’re driving. Car accidents can be deadly. They kill people. One second is all it takes. Humans are breakable, and cars are not built to save someone. If anything, they can turn into deadly weapons. You should know better than to switch your concentration from the road to the phone that is lying on the passenger seat. But this is your sister, and you need her to be safe. 

You fix your makeup before stepping into the café. If you put on a smile, no one will ask you if you’re okay. They will see your smile and move on with their lives. If you’re nice enough, they will leave you alone. You can’t let anyone get to you today or you might not make it ten minutes without crying. 

Your boss greets you. She is in a much better mood than the last time you saw her. She’s in charge of many cafés all over the country, all part of the small ‘Butterfly Effect’ franchise she created for herself. She does regular check-ins with you because she’s from Dublin, but she does drive to different towns in Ireland to check those stores, too. She’s strict, but she’s a woman with a good heart and that’s all that matters to you. 

“Ma’am,” you find the courage to ask her, “Could we talk for a second?”

You reached the café a bit earlier, giving you enough time to have a proper conversation with her before your shift. Sarah is already behind the counter, so you can use the moment of privacy to mention Michael without her catching wind of it before you can tell her personally. She is not going to be thrilled, you can guarantee that. 

Your boss tells you time and time again that you can address her as Ava, but you don’t feel comfortable treating her like a friend when she’s the one responsible for your job. Apparently, in the American coffee shops she used to work at, everyone acted like they were close friends, the lines between customer and service provider blurring. That’s not the kind of atmosphere you are used to from your previous jobs. 

“Of course,” she says and follows you into the backroom. “What can I help you with? I hope it’s not about how I yelled at you the other day. If so, I apologize. I had a rough day.”

“No, no, it’s not about that,” you assure her. “I had a rough day too, believe me. I get it. I actually need to ask you something. Two things. One’s a favor and the other… the other is very important to me.” You fidget with your hands. 

“What, you need some time off?”

“No, I– Okay, this might sound very weird, but I need you to give me more work.”

Ava frowns. “You want to do overtime?”

“If it’s possible, I’d be okay with working a seven-day week without a day off,” you say. 

“You know that means you’re going to overwork yourself, right?”

“I won’t overwork myself.”

“There is a reason you get a day or two off every week. If I make you work any more hours, I’ll risk a lawsuit.”

“But I need the money, ma’am. I really, really do.”

“Money? Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you lie. 

You’re not begging for overtime because of yourself. Giving Maya most of the money you saved is one thing, but your bank account is nearly empty and you might not be able to make rent on time if you work at the pace you’re going now. And if your sister ever needs something else, or you end up having to fly her out of the country and to you, you need more money. 

This is not about you, this is about family. 

“Are you sure?” Ava asks. “A seven-day week is not something I can legally make happen for you, and you know that.”

“Then make me work more during the days I’m already on the job,” your breath hitches as the words come out high-pitched. You don’t like to whine, but you need her to listen to you. 

She contemplates, her chest heaving with a sigh. “I can add a few more hours to the schedule,” she caves, “but I’m not going to let you work double shifts.”

“Thank you!” You want to hug her, but that would be inappropriate.

She smiles. “You’re welcome. But if there’s anything you need–”

“There’s one more thing,” you say. 

“And what’s that? Please don’t tell me you want me to strike your vacation time, too.”

“No, it’s not about my holidays. I have a possible candidate that would love to work for us.”

“Oh?” Her eyes light up. Being understaffed is a pain not only for the staff but also for the ones responsible. You have been lacking applicants, and Ava is barely holding up the workload. “Tell me more,” she says. 

“Well, he doesn’t have any experience,” you begin, “but he is willing to learn. He’s calm, compassionate, and patient. And he’s in desperate need of a job.”

“Part-time or full-time?”

“I figure part-time.”

“Why?”

You grind your teeth. “What if I told you he needs it to regain visitation rights for his daughter? But he’s very passionate about taking it seriously,” you quickly add, knowing the initial answer sounded like it was the only reason he wanted to work there. “I can assure you that,” you say. 

Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “Visitation rights? What did he do to lose them?” she asks. 

“He, uh… went to prison for eight years.”

“Pri–” She crosses her arms. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, but that’s why he needs a job. He wants to be better.”

“Eight years is a lot. Why… what did he do?”

“I can’t tell you that. It’s not my place.”

Ava says your name in a rather condescending way. 

You sigh. “He was convicted for playing a huge part in the wrongful death of his wife, but he is a good guy, I–”

“No,” her answer comes short, but it feels like her voice echoes in your ears. 

“But you hired Oliver,” you argue. 

You promised Michael she would give him a chance, and you won’t let her judge him without having ever met him. 

“I have a serious business here and I don’t let just any convict in,” Ava responds. “This is nothing personal, but–”

“No, he deserves a second chance!” You stand your ground. For Michael. For Anna. For all of you. “Please, you haven’t met him.”

She purses her lips. “Are you involved with him?”

“I know him,” you go around the question, “and he is willing to change.”

The silence that follows is deafening. She thinks about your words, the wheels in her head turning rather obviously. You don’t know how long she’s quiet, but it can’t be a good sign. 

She lets out a prolonged exhale, her eyes switching to the watch on her wrist. “Wednesday, eight o’clock,” she says then. “I want to see him and his application in person.”

“Wait,” you stammer. 

“What?”

“So that’s a yes?”

“Yeah, I’ll hear him out,” – relief washes over you – “But that doesn’t mean I’ll hire him. That’s a decision I’ll make after I meet with him.”

Your face breaks out into a bright smile, and this time, it is real. There is still good left in some people, and Ava proved it to you again. 

“Thank you so much,” you say, your voice a grateful whisper. “You won’t regret it.”

“I better not,” she says. With another look at her watch, she pushes herself off the counter she was leaning against. “I have to take a look at the books now, and your shift is about to start, so I suggest you do that.”

“Copy that, ma’am.”

“Oh, and–” She turns around halfway through the doorway, “Tell your boyfriend that he needs to really impress me.”

She saw right through you, but in that case, you don’t care. You nod, overjoyed with the feeling of relief and the fact that Michael might get a chance to work someplace that is far away from his family. And knowing your boss, she would even write a letter to the judge to prove to them that the ‘Butterfly Effect’ is a good place to work for someone in need of redemption. But you will get to that once she made her decision. 

You pull out your phone. Still no messages from Maya. If the radio silence keeps persisting, you might as well call her and hang up if one of your parents decides to pick up, but then at least you’ll know her phone isn’t in a ditch somewhere – and you just need to know if she’s doing okay. 

You tear your eyes away from the chat with your sister and switch to another number. 

‘Wednesday, 8 o’clock. My boss will hear u out. We just need to work on ur documents xo’

You send the text to Michael before storing your phone in your backpocket. Perhaps some good might come out of this day. 

Sarah smiles at you when you join her behind the counter. “What did ya and Ava talk about?” she asks. 

You smile, the expression a little strained. “I will tell you later, this is no conversation for here,” you say. 

If she reacts even remotely the way she did after she saw you kissing Michael, you need to be someplace that doesn’t have mugs or sharp weapons she could throw at you. You don’t even want to imagine her reaction, and you’re a little scared, but she deserves to know the truth before anyone else does. 

“You’re my friend, right?”

“Of course,” Sarah says. 

“Okay, good.”

“Why?”

“Just asking,” you say. 

“Okay…” But her eyes hold some suspicion as she turns away to finish drying the dishes. 

The next few hours pass by without mishaps. Your mind often slips to your sister and Michael, and you catch yourself checking your phone more often than usual, but at least with work, nothing goes wrong. You forget the whirlwind of emotions inside of you for a moment, focusing on her friend and whatever wild dating story she can come up with, and you actually find yourself laughing again. 

You turn to face forward when the bell dings. There is no line right now, so he walks right up to you. His hair is graying and he’s wearing glasses. The suit tells you he must have an important job. Your lack of sleep makes it harder to judge the kind of person he is, but you get a shady vibe from him. You’re not sure how you know, but something about him seems not right.

He stands before you for a moment, eyeing you and not the menu. Sarah catches sight of that too, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she refills the toppings that have gone out.

You wait for him to speak, but he’s entirely focused on you. “Welcome to the Butterfly Effect,” you speak up, putting on a smile. “What can I do for you today?”  

He’s really strange, you think. Only after glancing at the menu, he smiles back. “I’ll have a tall Irish Coffee to go and one of those cinnamon biscuits ya’ve got in the display,” he says. 

You nod, typing his order into the register. “Your name, sir?” you ask.

He smirks. “Frank.”

“Okay.” You write his name on the paper cup. “Anything else I can help you with?”

“Actually,” his eyes flick to Sarah who has started brewing the espresso for his drink, “Would you mind makin’ the coffee fer me?” 

Your blood runs cold when he says your name, but then you remember it is written on your name tag and you calm down. 

You look at your friend, then back at the man. He’s not flirting or he would go about this differently. 

“Um, I mean, sure?” 

Sarah shrugs and hands you the cup back. 

“Is that all?” you ask.

He nods. “Thanks, love.”

You don’t like that he calls you that. With Michael, it’s different. Now you’re just creeped out. 

You take his money and turn to quickly finish his Irish Coffee. His eyes are on you the entire time, and you feel slightly violated. You’re used to being watched by customers, but there is something dark in his eyes. He’s like shadows in a dark alleyway that you walk around because you’re scared of what might be hiding in the darkness.

“Irish Coffee for Frank,” you say, trying not to let the uneasiness show. 

He smiles when you hand him the cup. Opening the lid, he takes a good whiff of the liquid inside. He hums.

“I’m sure ya make an excellent Irish Coffee,” he says. “Fer a Brit, I mean.”

“Thanks.” You’re not sure how to respond, you just want him gone.

Don’t let anyone drag ya down, Michael’s voice sounds in your head. 

You straighten your shoulders and smile a little wider. “You live and you learn, right?” you say. 

He nods. “That’s true.”

“Well, if that’s all–“

“Do ya always write notes on yer customers’ cups?” 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

The question catches you by surprise. You blink wildly, trying to find a reason as to why he would ask that. Goosebumps form on your skin. You don’t like the look he has in his eyes, and you can’t even describe it.

“It’s just a question,” he says. 

You swallow. “Sometimes, I do. Why? Is there something wrong, sir?” 

“Oh, no reason. I was just askin’.” He grips his biscuit and his coffee tighter. “Take care of yerself,” he tells you, “Ya never know what might happen out there, right?”  

He heads back out the door before you can find a way to answer him. 

Sarah appears beside you, watching the stranger disappear down the street. “Was that a threat?” she asks.

You flinch a little at the sound of her voice so close to your ear. “I don’t know,” you admit. 

“Sounded like one.”

“That guy was creepy.”

“Yeah, he is. I was about to give that bastard a piece of my mind.”

“That’s not always the answer,” you say. 

But in this case, you wish Sarah would have unleashed her anger before he could have freaked you out further.

His words did sound like a threat, but what bothers you most is the look in his eyes when he eyed you top to bottom, and his knowing smirk when he left.

You’ve never met this guy but he acted as if he knew you, and that’s a feeling that drives the stake of fear deeper into your heart. 

“So anyway,” Sarah leans back against the counter, “Ya wanted to tell me somethin’?”

The café is quiet. Most of the customers have cleared out. You look around, a little on edge still, then turn back to her. “Yeah, there is something you need to know,” you say. You place the towel in your hand down, absentmindedly wiping the non-existent stains off the surface. 

“What?” she asks. 

Taking a deep breath, you gather your thoughts before speaking. "I've been trying to get Michael a job here." The second the words leave your mouth, you brace yourself for her reaction. 

Sarah's jaw drops. “Are you fuckin' kidding me?!”

“No, I’m serious, but hear me out–”

“No, nope, nu-uh.”

“Sarah–”

“Fuckin’ Michael?” She growls your name through gritted teeth. “The wife-murderer who just happens to be your boyfriend now? Which, by the way, I still haven’t fully wrapped my head around. I have been trying to understand, but now ya want this… this criminal to work here? With us? Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

You lift your hand, trying to calm her down. You expected as much when you asked Ava to give him a chance. Sarah is your closest friend and she cares with a passion that can often turn into rage. You love her, but you also care about Michael and her rage makes you angry, too. She makes it hard not to lose your mind. 

“Seriously,” she says, “Did someone shit in your brain or somethin’? I don’t get it!”

You take a step back, a mixture of hurt and frustration etched across your face. Her words sting. You never thought it would be easy to convince her, but you hoped she would at least try to understand. You hoped she would think about you giving Michael a chance after finding out about you and that it would be easier for her to accept him now. But she’s not even trying, it seems, no matter how many times she tells you she is. 

"Sarah, I know it's hard to grasp, and I'm not asking you to accept everything all at once," you say. "I know it sounds like he's the worst man alive, but that's not true. He's a human being who made mistakes. I'm trying to get you to see that he's a good guy. He'll show you that if he gets the job, I promise. Michael has paid his dues, and he's trying to make amends for his past. He lost what he loved; he lost his wife and he's trying to get his daughter back now. He's genuinely remorseful. I see him try to be better every day."

“Why do you always have to be so goddamn good-hearted? Do you understand that all this trying to fix him could actually backfire?”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Not do it?”

“Well, I like him!”

“Don’t like him then.”

“I can’t!”

“What, yer gonna tell me next that yer in love with him?”

“I–” You pause. Your eyes flick to the ground. 

“Oh no,” Sarah whispers. “Don’t tell me I hit the nail on its fuckin’ head.”

“You didn’t!” You’re not sure why you paused or why you sound so defensive now. “I… I don’t know what I feel for him.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

The confusion is the worst part about feeling like this, whatever it is. “I’m not lying,” you insist. “It’s not just me being kindhearted. I genuinely like him.” That much, you know. 

She crosses her arms and glares at you. "I don't care if he's sorry or not. People like him don't change overnight, if at all. How can ya trust him? How can you trust your judgment?"

“I just can, okay?” you sound exasperated. “Don’t ask me how, I just know.”

"Yer risking everything for him, aren't ya? Your friendship, your safety, and now even your own emotions. This isn't like you. You've always been cautious and level-headed."

You clench your fist. Her skepticism hits deep, causing a flicker of doubt to cross your mind. But Michael makes you feel alive and understood; he was the first man to see you, and you can’t deny that you need someone like him. You need him. 

You know the connection between you and Michael defies your principles and logic and it isn’t like you, Sarah is right, but people change. You’ve changed. 

“I understand your concerns, Sarah. I do. But love and relationships aren't always simple. Sometimes they defy logic and reasoning,” you explain. “I never planned for any of this to happen, but it did. And I can't just turn off my feelings for him. It's not that easy.”

Sarah's gaze softens, and she takes a step closer to you. “I know ya can't control your emotions,” she says, “but ya can control your actions.”

“You told me I should run at the slightest whiff of danger, and I promise that I will, but there is no danger–” Lie. “It’s just him needing a helping hand, and I really, really like this guy, Sarah. So please, if he ever starts working here, can you at least try to get along instead of wishing death and destruction upon his head? He has been through enough, and once you meet him, you will understand what I’m talking about when I say that he’s actually a good guy.”

You’re persuasive. You have a way with words that leaves many people breathless, and you seem to tickle something in your friend’s mind. 

Sarah's eyes search yours. She takes a deep breath and nods slowly, her initial anger dissipating. "Fine," she says with a hint of reluctance. "I'll try to give him a chance. But only because it's you."

You grasp her hand, sighing a breath of relief. “Thank you,” you say. 

“Just promise me one thing,” she tightens her grip, “Promise me again that if anything feels off, you'll trust your instincts and prioritize your own safety.”

“I promise.”

“Good. I mean it. I care about ya, and I don't want to see ya hurt. Just be careful, okay?”

“Yeah, I will.”

She nods. “My door is always open,” she adds. “Don’t hesitate to come to me. I’m here for you. And if he breaks your heart–” Sarah lets go of your hand and grabs one of the bananas from the display, followed by a knife. 

Your eyes widen when she takes the knife, beheading the banana in an instant. She grins. You don’t find it particularly funny because she just threatened to take away one of his best assets, but her protectiveness warms your heart nonetheless. 

“Can you leave that part of him out of it?” you ask. 

She takes what’s left of the fruit and bites into it. “Why?”

“Well…”

“How good can it be?”

You purse your lips, looking away from her. 

“How good?” she questions again. 

The taste of your leftover caramel Frappuccino explodes on your tongue. You smirk around the straw. 

“Yer blushin’. Why are you blushin’?” 

The air in the cup makes a loud gurgling sound as you suck it out through the straw. 

“Can I get some details?” Sarah continues poking you. 

“Why?” you ask innocently. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Yer lying.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.”

“The way yer sucking that straw tells me that you are,” she retorts. 

“I haven’t done that yet,” you clarify, but then your smirk grows and you turn around. “He did though.” And with a happy giggle, you skip over to the garbage can and toss your now-empty cup inside. 

“Wait, so Mister I-Went-To-Prison-For-Eight-Years-Fer-Murder gives you head?”

You nod. “Mhm.”

“Good head?”

“Fantastically good head,” you say. “And he loves it.”

Sarah lowers her banana. “Damn!”

“And that banana,” you say, “Doesn’t even come close.”

“What?”

She can hear you laugh to yourself as you move on to the seating area to clean the empty tables. With one last look at the half-eaten banana, she decides the picture in her head is not worth it and she throws it into the trash. 

She calls your name. You turn around. “Ya best believe yer gonna get more questions from me,” she says. 

You wink. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Amidst the sex jokes, you can’t help but hope that, in practice, Sarah can put her differences aside just as easily as in theory and give Michael a chance. Because he deserves more than one person that believes in him. And if he sees that someone else accepts him and cares enough to give him a second chance, he might not feel so useless anymore. 

But that is all you can do–hope for the best. 

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Prompts and requests!!!

Okay so requests are open so keep sending them in!!! Here are some prompts, and characters I write for, let me know what you want to see next.

you can send in original ideas too!

Send requests with the prompt and the character you want to see it with.

Prompts:

1. “You’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you.”

2. “You said you liked _____, like a month ago so I bought it for you.”

3. “Can I braid your hair!?” “Absolutely not.” “Pleeeeeassse” ends up braiding their hair.

4. “Who did this to you?”

5. “You don’t deserve someone like that.”

6. “Are you jealous?”

7. Reunited after a war

8. Taking care of each other when they’re sick

9. “Please don’t cry.”

10. “Did you just lick me?”

11. “Say the words and I’m yours.”

12. “Do you ever miss us?”

13. “Just….please, h-hold my hand for a bit. I’m scared.”

14. Slow dancing by a fire.

15. “If even half that blood is yours, you need to sit down.”

16. Trying to study but they keep distracting you

17. Cuddling on the couch for the first time, every touch is electric, it’s awkward it’s new, etc.

18. Person B discovering person A has been abused in the past.

19. Person B is insecure about their scars, person A makes them feel better about this.

20. Sunshine x black cat

21. “I trust you.”

22. “You’re staring!”

23. “I like seeing you happy.”

24. They kiss “I’ve been waiting to do that for ____ years.”

25. “Are you nervous?”

26. “Are you cold?” “No.” Gives them their jacket anyway.

27. “You are everything to me! Don’t you see that!?”

28. “You told me you were okay! You promised!”

29. “Where did you get those bruises?”

30. “You should’ve been here! With me!”

31. “I love you!”

32. “Wait!…..stay.”

33. “I want to stop loving you but I can’t! I close my eyes and all I dream about is you!”

34. “As you wish.”

35. “Goodbye.” They whisper with tears in their eyes and a cracking voice.

36. “Are you up?”

38. Watches their lover die

39. “You’re more than a one night stand….you know that.”

40. “Why can’t you just love me back?!”

41. “Letting you go was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.”

42. “Can’t you see that I’m trying?”

43. “How long?”

44. “Look me in the eye and tell me you never loved me…say it!”

45. “You still have sleepy stuff in your eyes.”

46. “Okay sleeping beauty it’s bedtime, I’ve got you.”

47. “You smell nice.”

48. Tickling each other

49. “If I could hold you in public I don’t think I’d ever let go.”

50. “God here- just hold my hand.”

51. Person A “Well you could-“

Person B “if you suggest I sit in your lap I’ll hit you.”

Franchises I write for:

Stranger things

Game of thrones

Friends

The summer I turned pretty

Harry Potter

IT

The last of us

Marvel

I am not okay with this

Outer banks

Kingsman

Heartstopper

That 70s show

The hunger games

Buffy the vampire slayer

(I will write for any character from the above franchises)

Characters I love to write:

(To give you some ideas)

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Max mayfield

Robin Buckley

Robb stark

Jon snow

Chandler Bing

Jeremiah fisher

Harry Potter

Hermione granger

The Weasley twins

Richie Tozier

Beverly marsh

Joel miller

Ellie Williams

Thor

Captain America

Peter Parker/ Spider-Man

Peter quill

Stanley barber

JJ Maybank

Eggsy

Nick Nelson

Eric foreman

Micheal kelso

Steven Hyde

Peeta Mellark

Spike

Angel

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I am open to writing for ships within those franchises too!!

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