#writing and rewriting is like staring at a picture for so long that it looks ugly

[echo-rambles]

use my body against me

summary: when a drunk text to your ex gets answered in a way you never expected, it leads to falling right back into old habits. tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend chan, suggestive content but nothing explicit, mention of recreational alcohol use, swearing. notes: title from the way you miss me by all time low. mostly a rewrite of my very first reader insert fic, because I loved the concept but I wasn't a fan of my own writing, and I think I've vastly improved since. I might write a continuation, but no promises.

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The situation you currently find yourself in is truly one of your own making. There’s really no one else to blame, no matter how much you would love to point the finger at literally anyone besides yourself. 

There’s a text message from Bang Christopher Chan sitting there, on your phone. Staring up at you almost accusatory and chilling you to the bone. 

-Good morning, I hope you’re drinking water to combat all of that vodka you consumed last night! hahaha 

At first, the text means nothing to you. It leaves you in a state of mild confusion only exacerbated by your incredible hangover. How would he know you drank your weight in liquor? The only answer you can even try to think up isn’t a good one. Feeling brave and a little nauseous, you decide to scroll up, farther into this conversation between you and your ex.

The confusion melts away into horror as you locate the beginning of this conversation. One glance at the selfie you sent has the memory coming back to you, causing your headache to flare. Oh no.

It was late last night, and you had already drank one too many shots of whatever fruity flavored vodka was available. Shut away in Felix’s bathroom, the light overhead far too harsh and fluorescent, pulling your shirt down enough to show off your cleavage. Snapping a picture in the mirror above the sink, leaning into the counter and trying your best to look some approximation of sexy. 

Fumbling fingers sent it to Chan. The first text between the two of you in months. 

Looking at the selfie now has your stomach twisting into knots. Oh no. The texts that followed aren’t any better. Actually, they somehow make the entire situation worse. 

-the fact that i wore this shirt hoping you’d be at this party only to learn you went home EARLY?

-i wasted such an amazing outfit and for nothing

-i bet you looked good too. bastard

-sometimes i can’t tell if i miss you or just the weight of you on top of me 

-i miss how good you were -i know fora fact i miss your mouth -i miss your mouth on MY MOUTH -omg i miss my mouth on your

You swipe away from those messages. Knowing for a fact you’ll have to read them eventually, to get a proper understanding of the things you said to him. But not right now. Right now you continue to scroll, your texts devolving into a mix of incomprehensible emojis and bitching at Chan about things he very obviously can’t control. You were a mess, holy shit. Who even let you text? Why wasn’t your phone confiscated the moment vodka hit your lips?

The only things that Chan has replied with since your terrible wall of drunk texts is an initial Oh wow lol, and his aforementioned good morning text.

It could be worse, right? He could’ve blocked you or typed out an excruciatingly long lecture about drinking responsibly. It honestly could’ve been so much worse. 

Crawling your way out of bed, still vaguely nauseous and trying to fight the urge to lay face down on the floor and never get up again, you shuffle your way into the bathroom. First thing’s first before you tackle whatever the fuck is on your phone, you decide to wash up to feel human again.

The world can fall apart around you for all you care. All you want is a shower and some toothpaste. 

Wrapped in a towel and your toothbrush sticking out of your mouth, you finally decide to reply. You probably shouldn’t, especially now that you’re sober and know better, but you have to apologize. That feels like the polite thing to do. 

Well, the only way to begin is by beginning. 

-lol hey good afternoon 

-I ended up demolishing an entire water bottle when I got home last night but sadly it wasn’t enough to save me

How do you even apologize for last night? Sorry I was so angry and horny and I made it your problem? Sorry that the first time I've texted you since we broke up was a drunk thirst trap? So sorry, and hey by the way how have you been since we had the messiest breakup because you’re bad at prioritizing and I’m bad at communication? 

Yeah, definitely none of that. 

You’re still standing there in your bathroom, staring into the mirror and brushing your teeth on autopilot as your mind spins into itself, when your phone lights up. One notification followed swiftly by a second, making your phone buzz on the counter. 

Chan’s contact stares back at you, both messages fading off into ellipses. 

-Ah, RIP. You should’ve drank three…

-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could…

Oh, you don’t think this is the sort of message you can read by yourself while still combating the aching nausea of a hangover. Absolutely not, whatever he has to say can be answered once you have a sufficient amount of caffeine and the right company. 

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“I need a second opinion.” It’s the first thing you say, after sitting down across from Felix and shoving your phone at him. Showing off the string of text messages you experienced after waking up. You still haven’t read the newest text. 

Felix barely even moves his head from where it’s resting against the table. He’s clearly just as hungover as you are, but you feel like you’re in the middle of making a very bad decision and you need a second opinion. You shimmy your phone under the seam where his forehead meets the wood. 

With a little pout and deep groan, he’s shifting around and unlocking your phone. The silence stretches on as he swipes through the text thread and stares, blinks, and blinks some more. With a start, he’s sitting up straight, pulling the phone closer. 

“Wait, he wants to meet up with you?”

“He wants to what?” You snatch the phone from his hands, finally reading the text yourself. 

-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could maybe grab lunch? Or, if you’re still too hungover for lunch, maybe something later?

Just the idea of seeing him again has something hot and electric buzzing through your veins. Your immediate instinct is to say yes. You want to say yes so badly, yes a thousand times over. Instead you very deliberately place your phone onto the table. 

Felix has slumped back into his seat, eyeing you warily. “I thought you weren’t talking to him?”

“I mean- I wasn’t. But now I am, kind of? It’s not that big of a deal-” 

“It felt like you two went through a divorce, I don’t know if I’d say it’s ‘not a big deal’-”

“I’m over it!” You proclaim, a little loudly. A little desperately. “And he is too if he’s talking to me.” 

All you get in response is Felix’s eyebrows pitching inwards and his mouth molding into a little frown. The type of frown that is trying very hard to not be a frown. He’s giving you the most pitying look you’ve probably ever seen on his angelic face. 

You should say no. Scoop up your phone and tell him that you can’t make it. Conjure up some far flung excuse so that you won’t reopen old wounds. But you want to see him again, desperately. 

You tap your fingers along the edge of the table. “Is this a bad idea?” 

“Do you want my truthful answer?” Felix replies from the depths of his hoodie. Your phone sits between you, dark screen facing the ceiling. 

You think for a moment. “Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, fuck you.” 

The thing is, you know he has a point. It doesn’t feel very good but it’s true. Sure, you and Chan can be amicable over text, but that’s over text. Who knows what will happen if you’re face to face. Would it be awkward and stilted? Or maybe everything you say to each other will be filled with vitriolic anger. Things didn’t exactly end on the best terms, and that might just leak into an otherwise pleasant meeting. 

But you are nothing if not a professional at both denial and deflections, so you push all of those thoughts very far away. 

Maybe this could be a new start. Maybe you and Chan could be the incredibly rare type of people who are friends with their ex. You’d like that, actually, to have Chan back in your life beyond some tertiary character you hear about from other people. Texting him reminded you how much you actually miss your best friend. 

Snatching your phone up, you just barely restrain yourself from checking to see if you somehow managed to miss any new messages. 

“It’s a friend thing! Friend’s hang out all the time. We're going to go get coffee or something equally platonic and we're going to ignore all of the drunk texts I sent him!” Your voice raises in pitch towards the end, and it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than anything else.

Felix gives you a very unimpressed look. “You told him that you miss the feel of his-”

“I know what I said!"

"In your mouth-"

"Thank you!”

Those texts are burned into your brain, you're well aware of the things you sent Chan. How they got more detailed the more you sent. Just remembering some of them has you flushing.

“I mean," Felix hums, oblivious to the direction your thoughts are taking. "I guess it could be a thing friends do.” There's too much sarcasm in his words for your liking.

“As if you haven’t said something similar to any of your friends.”

One of his eyebrows arch, and the gesture is so very pointed. “Any friend that I’ve gotten on my knees for was never at any point an extremely complicated ex.”

"Shut the fuck up." He's right and you hate it.

But still. You want to see Chan so badly. Finally you give in to the all consuming urge to reply. Opening up Chan’s contact, your fingers work quickly. 

-I mean, if you’re paying…

-Of course I’ll pay haha 

-then count me in!

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cave so quickly.” Felix sighs, but there’s something all tangled into his words. Some emotion you can’t really identify right now. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it sounds hopeful. 

“Seriously, shut up.” 

“You came here asking for my opinion!” 

“Well!” You huff, trying not to glance at the little typing bubble that appears under your fingers. Signaling that Chan is in the middle of replying to you. He wants to continue your stupid little conversation. Your heart does a funny little wiggle at the sight. “I’ll take what you said into consideration, I guess.”

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Felix was probably right, and that was such a complicated thought to have while Chan’s hand was currently palming you through your shirt. 

See, it really had started out with grabbing coffee together. Something extremely casual with no pressure, the conversation just a little awkward at the start. Both of you trying to remember how to be civil towards each other, how to smile and laugh at jokes. It came a lot easier to Chan, as always. But you missed this. You missed being in the same space as him and hearing his voice and fucking hell, Felix was right; you’re so incredibly weak. 

You tried so hard to keep things on track, really you did. The possibility of being friends was right there, laid out in front of you. But then Chan smiled- that small little smile where he ducks his head and bites at his lip and looks up at you from under those fucking eyelashes of his, and oh. You were gone.

He makes it almost disgustingly easy to be around him. It makes your head buzz. 

Somehow the touch of your fingers against the inside of his wrist lead you to his apartment. Where he pins you to the wall and kisses you so deeply you can feel it in your toes. You almost forgot what it felt like when Chan put his full strength into holding you in place. It’s heady. 

He still tastes the same. Somehow, in the midst of his hands gripping and tugging you closer, pressing your hips flush together, that’s the thought that floats its way to the forefront. Chan tastes the same, even after all this time where you never got to taste him. He feels the same too, a little wider, mostly in his shoulders, but still familiar. He makes the same little noise in the back of his throat when you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

It’s all so familiar and you could choke on it. 

You should probably talk about this. The making out, yes, absolutely, but also the last few months and the texts and him asking to see you out of the blue. It should be talked about, right? Except what would you even say? You’ll just rehash the same things you’ve been saying. You felt ignored and he felt suffocated and you could never find a way to meet in the middle because you’re both stubborn. 

You should say something though, right? Right? 

The press of his hand against the dip of your waist, pulling you closer, has you losing any semblance of what language even is. Words? Who needs them? He’s hooking his other hand behind your knee and hiking it up, guiding you to wrap your leg around him, and really all you can think about is how you aren’t close enough.

You sneak your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, feeling the expanse of his skin, and the sound of the breathiest gasp leaving his lips settles along the curve of your spine. 

This doesn’t feel like a particularly good idea, but then he’s grinding against you, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh, and it doesn’t really matter all that much. 

“Is this a terrible idea?” He asks, practically breathing the words directly into your mouth, and you find it a little funny. Not only are you both having the same sort of thought, but it feels incredibly belated. 

“Honestly Chris? I don’t really give a fuck.” 

That gets him to laugh. Just the quietest little giggle into the skin of your jaw. His hand moves, until he’s grabbing at your ass and angling your hips higher, and it’s really such an inspired thing. The feeling of him, hard through his denim, pressing into you has a moan tripping out of you. 

You definitely need to talk about this. 

Chan keeps touching you, kissing you, undressing you. Little by little, constantly asking 'is this ok? Yeah? We can stop whenever you want-' because he's still a gentleman. You haven't been this close to him in months, but he's still so fucking considerate. It'd be more maddening if it wasn't so familiar. If anything it’s reassuring, filling you with a stupid amount of confidence. You know how to deal with this. 

You repeat yes over and over, hands at his shoulders and licking the word into his mouth, no matter how much he asks. 

He peels your shirt away, careful with the fabric, mouth already trailing down your neck, your chest, landing on the swell of your cleavage. Hands so wide, palms easily fitting to your bare waist.

"Just tell me to stop, and I will-"

Finally you snap. Like a live wire pulled too taut, reaching out to grab at his face. Pressing your fingers into the hollows of his cheeks, his chin resting in the curve of your palm. "Christopher, I'm so horny I feel like I might cry. So while I really appreciate what you're trying to do- if you don't rail me stupid in the next five minutes, I can't be held accountable for my actions."

"Oh, sorry." He blinks at you, a little slowly as he leans more of his weight into your hand. Your fingers dig into the meat of his face and you can feel something tense in his jaw.

"Don't apologize baby, just get on with it." This feels familiar too. Like slipping into a pair of beloved jeans. The fit so perfect.

His eyes light up in the next instant, sparkling and bright, and holy shit you're in for it now. "Say less, boss."

You don't know if you still love him, but you do know that you'll always love the feeling of his mouth on you. His hands. Leaving wet trails as he kisses your skin messily, sloppy. Clever fingers following in the wake of his tongue.

#stray kids #skz #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #echo writes #if I missed any warnings/tags just let me know! #anyway uhh please enjoy. #I do have plans for a part 2 but nothing concrete #we'll see if I want to continue this lol

[itsthesinbin]

yo could you write like reader x ice king x magic betty

like i did like the reader being frozen before the mushroom war you did in one of the ice king x reader posts. so they know simon and they use that to help betty to get used to ice king and betty falls in love with over a date all three of them have. so like ice king now has two girlfriends and he’s so happy like doing happy dances flying around giggling making ice sculptures of reader and betty as gifts.

OKAY I REALLY LIKE THIS!!! 1: its cute 2: i was trying to figure out what to do with betty in this au 3: ice king deserves two girlfriends!!

as i wrote this it ended up more like.... how it started vs actual dating so feel free to ask for more :3

Ice King and Betty (Adventure Time)

At first, you were all for Betty trying to find a way to reverse the crown's magic. As much as you grew to love the Ice King, there was a nagging part of you that felt... wrong about it. Simon was in there somewhere- he certainly proved he was when he was back long enough to bring Betty into the future.

But Betty just... kept getting worse. Obsessed. Insane. It got the point where she actually ended up hurting him by trying to rewrite the crown, on top of kidnapping poor Gunther. You had to do something.

You caught her in Ice King's "the past" room one night, after Gunther woke you up. She was going through Simon's old things to try and find any clues. She almost ran when you found her, but you convinced her to stay. To hear you out.

"Betty... I know we weren't close back in the day, but you know I cared about Simon too- we were good friends. But..." you felt yourself get choked up. The only person who understood was Marceline, and that wasn't something you felt was appropriate to bring up with her. You didn't know her as well as you did Betty.

"But right now, he isn't here- you're hurting him, Betty," you pleaded, voice cracking. Her angry stare weakened, brows creasing in concern. You crossed your arms, pulling the blanket around you tighter.

"Messing with the crown like that- he was jerking around and his contorting and slamming into walls-! Do you want to do that to Simon?" Her shoulders fell, and her gaze dropped to the picture of them that she was holding. You could see her lip wobble. Slowly, you made your way over to her.

"But there has to be a way to get him back," she whispered like she needed to hear that there was. Almost like a child's wishful thinking. You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tight. She returned it full force, burying her face into your shoulder with a harsh sob.

"If there is, this isn't the way... And you know that." Your own tears fell. Both of you mourned the man you knew, something you've done a few times since your revelation. You sunk to the ground with her, not hearing little feet plapping away from the door.

"And... Ice King's a good guy," you sniffed after a long cry, voice hoarse. Betty cleared her throat, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. She looked at you skeptically. You smiled weakly in response.

"He really is. He's funny, he's sweet- sure sometimes he has bad days but... he's the nicest guy I've ever been with. I think you'd like him, if... if you'd stop looking at him as just Simon". You held her hands, silently pleading she'd at least agree to leave him alone- to stop experimenting on him.

"... I am?" You both jumped, whipping around to see a bed-raggled Ice King holding a sleepy penguin. He was looking at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised to hear such nice words from you. You sighed, getting up and helping Betty stand. You nodded toward him, and then he smirked.

"Well, I mean... duh! You'd never date anyone as rad as me! Plus, being with a king as his perks, huh, baby?" he winked. He shooed Gunther off to bed as you shook your head. You heard Betty sniff, and your smile fell.

"Hey, what's the weird lady d-?" "Uh.... Ice King, sweetie, could... you do me a big favor? I know you're tired but... I'd appreciate it." At your pet name, he visibly perked up. You felt a little bad knowing that he'd do anything you asked if you asked it like that, but you needed him right now. Of course, he said yeah.

"Could you make that little platform and take us flying? I can't sleep and... neither can Betty." You squeezed her hand. Ice King was delighted that you wanted him to do something like that- he was always happy to be useful. He motioned for you to follow him to the exit, where he made the platform for you to get on. Betty opted to fly next to you both instead.

"I know just the place, baby and lady! Stars get REAL pretty around here this time'a year!" He flew you away from the Ice Kingdom and past Finn and Jake's treehouse. Up to another mountain range nearby where the tip pierced the clouds. He was right- the stars were beautiful.

He kept the ice platform floating in mid air, sitting next to you. Betty hesitated, but at the nod of your head she plopped herself on Ice King's other side. You leaned against him, and he was surprised when Betty did the same. Ice King didn't even flinch at the extra attention, more than happy to just have people with him.

As you three watched the stars, you heard Betty crying softly again. You both looked over, but she was staring straight ahead.

"I think I'm willing to try... to get to know him," was all she could get out without fully breaking into sobs. Ice King hesitated, before putting his hand on her upper back. You reached across his lap to grab her hand.

"That's all I'm asking, Betty." Ice King blinked, confused, before putting two and two together. A grin crossed his face.

"Hey, and I'm a great guy to know- especially if you're bored! Watch THIS!" He snapped his fingers, zapping small statues into the ice in front of you. A tiny you and a tiny Betty in the style of music box ballerinas. They held hands, skating together across a small section of the platform. You saw Betty smile.

"Yeah... maybe you are."

#adventure time #ice king #betty grof #ice king x reader #ice king x reader x betty grof #Doe the Human

[kassiekole22]

Josh being in love with an oblivious reader and the twins are alive and trying to create situations to get them together 👉👈👉👈👉👈

Best Day Ever

Picture lightly edited by me.

Pairing: Josh Washington X Fem!Reader Description: After a spur of the moment decision, Josh takes you and his sisters to a carnival. Hannah and Beth decide to take this opportunity to push you and Josh together, since Josh has had a massive crush on you for a long time and has been too afraid to make a move... Warnings: Fluff, Maybe A Pinch Of Angst, Kind Of Mutual Pining (But Very Intense On One Side. 👀), Friends Turning Into Beautiful Lovers. Word Count: 4.8k (I haven't written a fic this long in quite a while. 😅) A/N: This took an embarrassing amount of time, I know. I was just in no mind state to write and I wanted it to be perfect, so I decided to wait. And it took even longer because when I was editing it one last time, the final copy got deleted so I had to reedit the whole thing and rewrite the parts I had added in there. @108garys requested a carnival fic for Josh a few days prior to this request, so I got the idea to combine them together. I hope that's ok. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 This is actually my old Jalim fic, Just For Fun, too. I always wanted to rewrite it because I felt like it could have been better than what it was. So, when I got the opportunity to do this, I decided to finally do it and I am happy with the results. Anon requester and @108garys, I want to thank you for giving me this request. It really made me happy, knowing that people wanted me to write a fic for them, especially when I was so new to the Until Dawn fandom. Anyway, I'll quit my rambling now. I hope you all enjoy. 💖 Josh's MasterList: 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Josh's Angels: @lorebite, @house-of-kolchek, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @mornandil, @fortune-fool02, and @raven-the-cryptid. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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Me, (Y/N), Hannah and Beth were driving from the store one sunny afternoon. We weren't there long; only to grab some microwave popcorn and chips for a movie we were planning to watch. It was a short trip but everybody insisted on going along for the ride. It was nice, having the three most important women in my life with me. Even if it was just something as simple as going to the grocery store, it was memories like these that I cherished the most.

The ride was pretty silent other than a song playing quietly on the radio, but it was nice — it was peaceful. A couple of minutes passed and we drove passed a carnival. That's when I noticed (Y/N) turning her head to look out her window.

"Oh, looks like they set up a carnival for the weekend." I mentioned, just to see how she would react.

"Yeah, I noticed." She said just barely above a whisper whilst still staring out her window. "Haven't been to one in years."

"Jesus, us neither." Beth spoke up in the back.

"Probably since we were sixteen." Hannah recalled quietly.

I sat in silence and pondered for a minute, taking my eyes off of the road for a quick moment to watch (Y/N) whilst chewing on the inside of my cheek. She looked sad — or maybe disappointed. Now that I had thought about it, I hadn't been to a carnival in such a long time. We really weren't in too much of a hurry to get back and I was sure that the movie could wait.

"You wanna go?" I finally asked and she took her eyes off the window to gaze at me with uncertainty.

"W-What? No, we can't. We have groceries in the back seat." She looked down at her hands folded in her lap, her lips turned down into a disappointed frown.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Beth cheered behind me, startling me and nearly making me jump out of my seat. I shook my head as I let a short chuckle roll passed my lips.

"The groceries can wait. Nothing's gotta go in the fridge." I mused. "It'll be fun."

Before she opened her mouth to protest again, I turned the car around and drove in the direction of the small carnival before us. I pulled into a free parking spot, got out and rounded the side of the car before opening the door for (Y/N) and giving her my hand to help her up. Her eyes lit up with wonder as she studied the crowds and the attractions around her.

"What should we do first?" She asked me as we walked in, hand in hand, to ensure that we would not get separated.

We had done this before but only so we don't get separated in big crowds because (Y/N) hates to be alone. I wish it meant more to her than that. I wish she knew that when I held her hand, it's not just because I don't want to lose her in a big crowd…

"Fuck, I don't know! I'm so excited, I can't think!" Beth said eagerly with nothing but pure excitement in her voice and I chuckled at her enthusiasm. "This is going to be the best day ever!"

"I'm excited too." (Y/N) giggled. "What do you think, Josh?"

"I don't know. We haven't had lunch yet — you wanna get something to eat? My treat." I suggested as I pulled out my wallet and smiled kindly at her.

"Yeah, I am pretty hungry." Hannah expressed and I nodded before grabbing plucking out a twenty. Luckily, I went to an atm before heading to the store and had enough cash on me for the day.

"Yeah, I'd love that." (Y/N) expressed. A look of adoration melted into her soft eyes as she gazed up at me for a moment and I swear, it made my heart stop. I felt heat creep within my cheeks and I looked away quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice.

We went to the nearest food stall and I ordered some burgers, some fries and Pepsis for us all. After, we found a bench close by and sat down with our lunches. (Y/N) took a bite out of her burger and her eyes lit up before closing to appreciate the taste.

"This is amazing!" She took another big bite. "I forgot how good carnival food is!"

I couldn't help but smile at how happy she was over something as simple as a burger. I admired how she enjoyed the small things in life. Even something as small as food could cast the biggest smile on her face.

"Jesus! Ok, Josh! You are taking all three of us to carnivals more often! It's a must!" Beth declared before taking a bite out of her own burger.

"Yeah, you'll have to become that big movie producer fast so you'll have enough money to splurge on us!" I couldn't help but full out laugh at Hannah's comment and, by the looks of it, (Y/N) and Beth couldn't either.

"(Y/N), back in California, we have the biggest fairs and carnivals! Like rollercoasters that could last an hour, I swear to God!" Beth mused once she calmed down from her fit of giggles, wiping a tear from her eye as she did so. (Y/N)'s eyes widened before she turned to look at me for conformation and I nodded as a smile crept upon my lips.

"Shit! Yeah, I have to see that!" She giggled excitedly in agreement.

Beth finished her meal first and waited a minute until (Y/N) was finished before taking her hand and nearly dragging her off the bench.

"We have to go do something really quick." She said and both me and (Y/N) raised a brow in confusion.

"What about me?" Hannah asked, a frown forming where her smile used to be from being left out.

"If you weren't such a slow eater, then you could come too." Beth teased and Hannah's lips turned up into an awkward smile as she adjusted her glasses.

She always did that when she felt nervous.

"Well, Jesus! At least she paces herself — unlike some of us." I said, gesturing to Beth and she scoffed.

"I would watch yourself, big brother." She approached me slowly as a mischievous look formed in her eyes. I clenched what little I had left of my burger in my hands, in fear that I was about to lose it. "You know, I'm shocked — you're usually the fastest eater out of all three of us."

She stopped right in front of me and froze for a moment, making me feel both confused and worried. Before I could even attempt to react, she booped my nose and when I winced, she plucked the remainder of my burger from my hands and pushed it all in her mouth, smiling wickedly at me as her cheeks puffed out as if she was a chipmunk.

She skipped off with (Y/N) and I yelled a threatening, "I'll get you back for this!" Over my shoulder and I just barely caught Beth giving me the finger as she walked away.

I stayed seated on the bench with Hannah and watched all the children playing before us. I began imagining what it would be like taking my children to the carnival, watching their excited expressions as they went on all the rides and ate as many sweets as they could while (Y/N) is scolding me for giving them too many. Aw hell, who was I kidding? (Y/N) was just as much of a push over as I was. We would all probably spend the night with stomach aches. I was so deep in thought about my future that I failed to notice the small smile on my lips as I watched the children play.

"You can't fool me." I heard Hannah speak up beside me as she nudged my shoulder with her own. She had closed the little distance between us so she was sitting by my side now, finishing up her food as she watched the children play as well. "You can put on that "player" act all you want, but I know the real you. I see the way you look at (Y/N). Face it Joshy — you're smitten."

"What? Nah!" I scoffed with a roll of my eyes and Hannah rolled hers as well. Why do siblings gotta be so good at reading each other?

"You are with her every day, you talk about her constantly during the times you aren't and you can't tell me that you wouldn't do absolutely anything for her." She accused. "And you also can't tell me that you weren't just imagining those kids over there as your own."

I stayed silent for a moment, realizing that my sister was right. She knew that that front I always put up was a lie. I had always wanted a family of my own, and I think I had finally found the girl that I wanted to start it with — if only I had the fucking balls to tell her how I felt.

"Well, lil sis — I think you might just be right." I muttered, mind only half in reality as I pondered actually telling her that I had feelings for her.

"Look what I got!" Beth sang behind us and I jumped, hoping that her and (Y/N) did not just hear my confession. I turned to see them both holding cotton candies and, judging by their facial expressions, they didn't hear a thing. They handed me and Hannah ours before sitting down beside us on the bench.

"It's so sweet." (Y/N) said as she licked her lips. My eyes lingered on them for a second, admiring how soft they looked before I noticed Beth smirking at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Sure is!" I agreed, turning my attention back to (Y/N). "But, not as sweet as you."

She giggled at my comment and Hannah and Beth made gagging sounds. After we finished eating our cotton candy, we decided to go on some rides. Can't go to a carnival and not go on the rides, right? After all, it's good to get the heart racing every now and then.

After walking around for awhile and trying to agree on what we would all go on first, my eyes met the one that I was definitely not going to skip. I pointed at the Drop Tower, "Yes! We're doing that!" I demanded as I pulled on (Y/N)'s arm.

"I don't know, Josh…" She looked up at it reluctantly and then looked at me, a worried expression on her now pale face. Hannah and Beth walked up beside us and looked up at the tower as well. Hannah looked so pale that I already knew her answer, and Beth looked so excited that I thought she'd for sure join us. But then that excitement in her eyes turned into mischief as she peered over at me and (Y/N).

'What is she up to?' I thought to myself as I glanced at my sister out of the corner of my eye.

"I think I'll sit this one out. (Y/N), why don't you try it? Josh will be there to protect you." She nudged my shoulder and I glared back at her. I couldn't believe she was going to do this — she was going to leave us alone to push us together.

"But Beth, you love these kinds of rides." I said through gritted teeth, giving my sister the 'don't you fucking dare' look. She just smirked at me and then turned her attention back to (Y/N).

"Come on! It'll be fun! Please? I just know you'll love it!" She begged her like a bratty little child.

(Y/N) heaved a sighed. "Fine."

We got strapped in and before we knew it, the ride started to go up. (Y/N) closed his eyes as tightly as she could while her fingers clenched the safety bars and I couldn't help but feel bad for getting her in this situation that she very clearly didn't want to be in.

We got strapped in and before we knew it, the ride started to go up. (Y/N) closed his eyes as tightly as she could while her fingers clenched the safety bars.

We were finally at the top and I never felt more alive. The adrenaline felt better than any drug I have ever taken. I wanted to throw my hands in the air and scream it to the world.

"This is awesome!" I yelled with a laugh following my words. (Y/N), however, did not look like she shared my enthusiasm. Her eyes were still clenched shut and she now was shaking like a leaf! Now, I could have been my usual cocky self and acted all brave in front of her, as I usually did. But seeing her this scared hurt my heart.

So, instead of acting like 'the big man', I decided to look down and scream at the top of my lungs, "FUCK! SHIT! OH, HELL NO!"

She bursted out laughing at my reaction and just by looking at the sweet smile on her beautiful face, I knew that all the teasing I was going to get from Hannah and Beth was worth it. The ride dropped down and I screamed again but more dramatic and dragged out compared to the last time.

I got off of the ride first, staggering a bit to make (Y/N) giggle before giving her my hand to help her down. Then we headed back into the crowd of people to find my sisters.

"That was fun!" (Y/N) smiled up at me and I felt my heart swell.

"Hey, big brother! Have any vocal cords left after that big performance you gave the whole park up there?" Beth teased with her famous cocky smirk plastered on her face and I literally bit my tongue to hold back my bitter reply that was practically pushing through the seam of my lips.

"Yeah, you sounded like you were being chased by some blood-thirsty monster or something!" Hannah laughed and I rolled my eyes. But (Y/N) giggled as well and I remembered that it was worth all the torture just to hear it.

'Remember her smile. Just remember her fucking smile.' I thought to repress the urge to give my sisters nice Indian burns on each of their arms.

"How about some games?" I attempted to change the subject as I pointed over at the game booths. The girls snickered as they followed me, reminding me that although I was able to change the subject now, it didn't change the fact that I would be getting the worse of it later.

We walked up to a target shooting game and I slammed a few dollars down on the counter.

"This is gonna be too easy." I smirked. The carny took the money and handed me the gun.

"You get three tries. If you get three out of three, you get a big prize. If you get two, you get a medium prize. You get one, you get a small prize." The carny explained and I nodded.

I aimed the gun at the target and after a few moments of making sure the tip of my gun was perfectly aligned with the target and Beth nagging at me from behind, I fired… And missed. I felt my cheeks heat up from extreme embarrassment because I could hear the giggling of three girls behind me. I fired again and missed, letting out a frustrated grunt and cursing under my breath.

"Need me to show ya how it's done?" Beth teased as she patted my shoulder and I glared at her. She put her hands up in defense as she let out a chuckle. But I could see in her eyes that she regretted nothing. After letting my eyes linger on (Y/N) for a moment, I looked back at the target.

I really needed to focus this time. I aimed for the target one last time, fired, and missed again.

"Fuck!" I slammed my hand down on the counter. Being a perfectionist, this was frustrating as all fucking hell.

And it was even more frustrating because I knew my way around a gun. Growing up, I spent a lot of time fucking around at the shooting range at our lodge, so I was a pretty sharp shooter. But (Y/N)'s gaze heavy on my back was making me nervous as all fuck.

"It's ok, Josh. You're probably still lightheaded from the ride." (Y/N) spoke softly beside me as she placed her hand gently on my tense shoulder.

"How's this; I'll give you one last chance — if you hit the smallest target, I'll give you the big prize." The carny offered while smiling kindly at me and I nodded in agreement.

I aimed for the smallest target, took a moment to make sure I was perfectly aligned with it, and took a deep breath. I had to get it this time. I closed my eyes, carefully squeezed the trigger and the gun went off with a loud bang one last time. I opened my eyes and my heart jumped into my throat.

"Fuck, Yes!" I yelled excitedly.

I fucking got it.

I hugged (Y/N), who had been clapping beside me to cheer on my victory. The carny handed me a big, fluffy, black teddy bear with a red bow around it's neck and a big red heart between it's paws that said, 'love'. I didn't hesitate to give it to (Y/N).

"—For you." I declared proudly. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell agape.

"Really?" She looked unsure for a moment as she hesitantly took the bear from my hands.

"Of course! I have to give you the prize, since you're my biggest cheerleader." I nudged her shoulder playfully and she blushed as she hugged the bear while smiling up at me.

"Hey, love birds!" Beth called out to us and I mentally face palmed at her ruining our moment.

'Dammit, Beth!' For all I knew, it could have turned into our first kiss.

"Don't mind her." Hannah rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "We were wondering if you guys wanted to continue going on some other rides?"

"Sure! Why not?" I agreed before following my sisters to their next ride of choice.

We decided to go on some calmer rides, since Hannah had a weak stomach. The Carousel was Hannah's first choice because she loved the horses. When I went to sit on the horse beside Beth's, Hannah pushed passed me and jumped on it before signaling behind her. I looked behind me to see (Y/N) already on her horse and the one beside her empty. I glared at my sisters, seeing right through their little plan and went to sit beside (Y/N). Not that I'm complaining though — we had a good time and it was pretty fun.

And then, after that, we tried the Bumper Cars. Me and Beth got a little too competitive there, ending in a couple of cars getting a bit damaged. After awhile, Hannah and (Y/N) stayed parked on the sidelines and watched the shitshow of a war that me and Beth created in the middle. She will never admit it, but I clearly won that round.

And we also tried the darts game, where (Y/N) won a small, light brown puppy plushy that had really big and buggy sad eyes.

"Ha! It looks just like you! It's got those big—" Beth couldn't finish, because I interrupted her quickly, trying to avoid being embarrassed for the— however many times it's been today.

"DON'T!" I growled as my eye shot daggers towards my sister.

"But you didn't let me finish, big brother." She smiled innocently and I looked over to Hannah and (Y/N), who also looked weary of Beth's attitude as well.

"Fine… Go ahead…" I sighed, defeated and finally accepting my fate.

"It's got those big bug-eyes, just like yours!" She reached up and patted me on the head and I clenched my teeth. I glared at Beth and Hannah held the toy up beside my face.

"It's uncanny!" Hannah laughed and I just about ripped the toy right out of her grasp.

"No need to be a smart-ass!" I grumbled as I folded my arms across my chest.

"Oh, but it's cute." (Y/N) chuckled as she took the small toy from Hannah. I felt a familiar heat creep upon my cheeks as she spoke and turned to look at me with a softness in her eyes that could bring light to any dark heart.

"Really?" I said, barely above a whisper after swallowing thickly.

"Yeah." Her voice was so soft, it almost made me cry.

"Uhhhhh— W–Why don't we try the haunted house?! That should be fun, r–right?" I attempted to change the subject as I tore my eyes away from hers. The girls agreed and we headed towards the ride.

Of course — as I expected — Hannah and Beth ditched me and (Y/N) for their own cart, leaving me alone with her YET AGAIN! I didn't know how much more I could take. I loved being around her — don't get me wrong — but for the last month, my little crush on her had been growing stronger and being alone with her was painfully awkward, especially since she didn't even realize that I had feelings for her. Nope! After all the regular compliments I gave her, she still hadn't figured it out! Well — to be fair — I make comments towards lots of girls but those are different. Those are just dumb sex jokes I make to be funny and sometimes weird people out. With her, it's different — it means something. I just wish she knew that.

Maybe I shouldn't be so annoyed with Hannah and Beth trying to put me in these awkward situations. They just want me to be happy. But what people don't know is that I'm a lot more insecure than I let on. Yup! That's right! Mr. Bone Zone isn't so confident after all! So shocking, right? So, being alone with a girl as pretty as (Y/N) is basically fucking torture for me.

Our cart began to move towards the entrance to the ride and I sneakily put my arm around (Y/N). It was a bold move but I had to do something! I felt her tense and for a minute, I thought it was because of my arm and I went to pull away before realizing that it wasn't my arm at all, it was because she was scared.

As our cart moved throughout the ride, I noticed her getting more and more tense. I then shuffled closer to her and she — I am assuming subconsciously — leaned into my body, as if she was hoping for my protection. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and began explaining how each prop was made and every gory and ghostly illusion was done. It seemed to calm her and she eventually relaxed into my embrace — just another perk to having a father in the film industry.

Once the ride began to slow — or as I like to say: the calm before the storm — she began to melt into my arms and rested her head on my chest. Trying so hard to keep it cool, I rested my head on top of her's and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment of peace we had.

"Thank you, Josh." She whispered and I felt my heart stammer a little, until— "You're a good friend."

'Fuck! You're kidding, right?!'

I felt my heart drop at her words and squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could, trying to ignore the disappointment and small bit of heartbreak I was enduring. The ride eventually came to an end and we were greeted by Beth and a very pale Hannah, who looked as if she was about to vomit. Laughing and trying to ignore what had just happened, I wrapped my arm around my little sister to give her a comforting side-hug before we continued on to do something new.

A few hours later, we all decided to go on the Ferris Wheel before finally going home. Again, Hannah and Beth insisted on going on their own cart, leaving me and (Y/N) alone for what I was hoping was the last time today. After being taken to the worst zone of all — the 'friend zone' — I really didn't want to be left alone with her any longer.

We reached the top and (Y/N) leaned into my side and I subconsciously wrapped my arm around her shoulders. It was dark out now and the park was lit up by all the lights from the rides and the games. It was a breathtaking view and judging by the smile on (Y/N)'s face, she thought so as well. She rested her head on my shoulder and I froze, not knowing what to do.

"It's beautiful." She whispered as her beautiful eyes lit up from the lights of the park and I couldn't help but notice how they illuminated her face just right, showing off her best features.

"Just like you." I murmured without a second thought. But her body tensing up and the sudden movement of her pulling away from me made me snap out of whatever fucking trance I was in at the moment.

"W–What?" She stuttered her question as nothing but pure shock painted over her calm expression that her face held only second ago.

"Oh— Uh— I was just saying— You know, like I always do?" I tried to brush it off but the look on her face told me she didn't believe me.

"You never said it quite like that before." Her voice was barely above a whisper. And in that moment, I knew I couldn't keep it from her any longer.

"(Y/N)… There is something I have to tell you…" I admitted as I looked down at my shoes, terrified to meet her gaze. "I like you — a lot. Hell, I might even love you! I'm sorry, but I can't hold back my feelings any longer."

After a few seconds of silence that felt like hours, I decided to glance up — only to see her staring at me with an even more shocked expression. Her eyes were wide, mouth agape, pale; she looked like she had just come out of a horror movie!

"I–I had no idea, Josh…" She whispered as she looked down at her hands that were now folded in her lap as she picked at her nails nervously. I fucking knew it was coming to a rejection. I wasn't too familiar with the whole thing. Babes would go with me even if they didn't like me, just because I had money. But I knew (Y/N) was better than that. And I knew that because of that, I was going to lose her.

"I'm sorry if this has ruined things between us." I look away from her, mentally kicking myself for being so dumb. But then I felt two soft hands over my own. I hesitantly peered back at her to see her staring at me with warmth in her eyes that no fire could create and a smile that could bring me back to life if I had died.

"I never said that it did. I like you too, Josh — a lot, actually. I just didn't think that you liked me back." She explained and my eyes widened in shock.

"Y–You like me too?"

"Yeah!"

"Holy shit!" I yelled excitedly, standing up but then remembering that I was hundreds of feet in the air, so I quickly sat back down, making her giggle. "S–So, you'll be my girlfriend then?"

"Of course, silly!" She chuckled and with that being said, I placed a gentle kiss upon her soft lips. Finally, I have gotten what I have truly desired for so long.

'I'll have to thank Hannah and Beth for this later.' I made a mental note after we broke away from the kiss after a minute or two. She rested her head on my shoulder and I rested mine on top of hers as we enjoyed the rest of the ride.

Driving home, we were all exhausted from the day we had. I looked in the rear view mirror to see Hannah and Beth, completely knocked out from exhaustion and I just chuckled to myself — it was the first time Beth had been quiet that day.

Then I looked over to (Y/N) — who was fast asleep in the passenger seat while cuddling her bear with a big smile on her face. My heart felt so warm at the sight of how happy my girl was.

And nothing has ever made me happier.

It truly was the best day ever.

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#until dawn #josh washington #josh washington x reader #Hannah and Beth are alive and Josh is ok! 😤 #KassieUntilDawnFanFics

[arabriddler]

Gotham Fic rec list

A Modicum of humanity makes everything harder

Fic AO3 description :

Bruce Wayne first donned the cowl ten years ago, vowing to protect Gotham's citizens from crime, but who protects him?

Jim Gordon is called upon by an unlikely set of people to find Bruce Wayne aka Batman, solve the case he was working on before he disappeared, and find him before Gotham gets wind that its caped protector is missing.

my notes :

this is an incomplete series of stories set post-canon. It’s great because it offers a variety of characters and interactions. Tbh I only read up to Evol Love but it’s very fun. Ties gotham and comic Batman together nicely ! I personally consider it canon.

The Edcubus

Fic AO3 description:

Edward Nygma attempts to live his life well under the guise as a normal, human forensic pathologist. He just likes human souls as a side dish now and then. It's what an Incubus does.  So when he sees a dapper looking fellow at a club, and how well they hit it off together, a soul seems guaranteed.

my notes:

This fic made me laugh and cry and giggle and smile and cry again and it’s just. A journey. It’s sort of a Gotham rewrite but with a twist ( Ed is an incubus ). Ed’s DID is written very well here as well as Oswald’s disability and the way his mind works and runs Gotham. The relationships are very light and the dialogue seems very authentic and the highlight of the fic is Zsasz. I loved hims so much here. Also, Tabitha is written so well here. I loved her

The Fox and The Scorpion

Fic AO3 description:

Ed and Lucius both think they can help each other, and maybe in doing so help themselves along the way. But the more time they spend together, the more the line between help and harm begins to blur.

My notes :

If you know me you know that I constantly talk about this fic. It’s just. So good. Had to stare at the wall after it for such a long time. The way Ed and Lucius mirror each other? Their conversations and interactions ? The plot twists? Moreover, Lucius is underrated across all Batman media. This fic really gets in depth when it comes to him and I appreciate that.

4 am

Fic AO3 description:

Oswald Cobblepot works in the campus cafe of Gotham University where he meets Edward Nygma, a student looking for a quiet place to study.

my notes:

college AU! That’s also a coffe shop AU! It’s so cute. Oswald and Ivy are sort of siblings here and I love that so much. Ed is adorable, and I loved the way Jim’s written here ( we have Ed and Jim as roommates ! ) I’ve reread it so many times.

On the corners of neibolt and Waterbury

Fic AO3 description:

There were many stories about the monsters that lived beneath Gotham. People always assumed that they were harmless stories, but the children of Gotham knew better.

my notes:

IT AU!! It’s set in Gotham verse BUT it’s also an IT AU I don’t know how to explain it but it’s so fun. We also have Ed and Oswald and Jim as childhood friends and it’s adorable. Made me want to read my IT book gathering dust on the bookshelf

Avast!

Fic AO3 description:

Oswald Cobblepot is the proud captain of the pirate ship Iceberg. He crosses paths with the surgeon Ed Nygma.

my notes:

pirates AU with supernatural elements. Complicated Ed Oswald relationship we just love to see it. The writing is so good It makes you picture everything in your mind. There is a laviathan and a kraken.

Puzzled

Fic AO3 description:

After Oswald saves Edward on the pier he tells him that he's going to take Martin with him and leave Gotham forever. Shocked by this sudden turn of events, Ed finds himself unable to let Oswald go... So he decides to go with them.

my notes:

road-trip with Ed, Oswald, and Martin. It’s simply wholesome.

Seizing My Guts ( he Floats me with dread )

AO3 fic description:

Oswald awakes from a coma with a bullet hole in his stomach and no recollection of how it got there. With his sight impaired, the task of finding his would-be killer seems to be impossible. Luckily for Oswald, Ed Nygma, his Chief of Staff, is there to lend a hand.

my notes :

went through so many emotions reading this. Complex nygmobblepot vaguely toxic ? Perfect.

Love is a four-legged word

fic AO3 description:

"It's a Maltese Shih Tzu," Ed says. "If there's a dog in the house, it shouldn't be a breed that generates puddles of drool."

"I thought you didn't like dogs," Oswald says, still cradling the ball of fluff.

"I don't," Ed agrees. "You do."

my notes :

a one shot that has it all! Dogs! Growing old! Post canon! Insane amount of fluff! This is such a comfort read I’ve re-read it so many times

Unexpected Visitor

fic AO3 description:

Oswald and Ed receive an unexpected late-night visitor.

my notes:

Oswald and Ed being uncles and it’s so wholesome I just love it. It’s part of a series which I recommend reading it all ( this is the second story ) I read it a long time ago so I can’t remember it well but I remember this part because it was so wholesome

I’d want to be felled by you

Fic AO3 description:

"We would be stronger together. No one could stop us."

They’re in love with each other, and he’s the only one that knows.

My notes:

Set after the season 5 knife hug, a very wholesome one shot with a hint of angst and lots of feelings. Ed nurses Oswald’s eye and they talk

We should be a settled argument

AO3 fic description:

Who would have thought Blackgate Prison and No Man's Land would have so much in common? Restricted food choices, unreliable air conditioning, and surrounded by gangs that can easily be bought, albeit for cigarettes rather than bullets. It's the same posturing and negotiating, and Oswald could do it in his sleep. It's almost relaxing, if you ignore the bounty on his head from the Russians and the grumbling from the Irish.

my notes:

I’ve read this so many times, it’s set post No-Man’s land and catches up with the finale, it’s basically the ten year period where Oswald’s in prison and his handling of black gate is written in such an Interesting way, and Ed and Oswald’s interactions are perfect and fun to read.

Russian Roulette

AO3 fic description:

Edward and Oswald find themselves captured by the Court of Owls. It will take the two of them working together to escape, but not all is as it seems. Escaping their prisons is only the beginning and survival depends on their all too fragile truce. In the end, will it be enough to save either one of them? And are they even capable of maintaining it?

my notes: this is the kind of fic that makes you bite your fingernails and stay up reading it and walk around in circles because it drives you insane. It also has lots of horror and tense elements that make it captivating

Point D’ Amour

AO3 fic description:

Oswald and Edward finally accepted their love for each other. Edward is the happiest he's ever been. Until an incident at a warehouse sends him spiraling. He loves Oswald, so why does he want to hurt him?

my notes: I received this fic as a gift and it’s so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 makes me insane !! Was reading it like :0

#Gotham #fic rec list #nygmobblepot #nygmafox #If you’re in this list hiiii Ily #Insane to me lots of people here I ended up befriending later also yeah lots of this are big inspirations for me

[otemporanerys]

Childhood friends rewrite snippet 👀

I'm ill and you all have to be nice to me

Anyway, I've been working on a rewrite of Playing the Long Game off and on for a few months now, and it's a lot of fun!

this is a bit from what's going to be chapter 3, they're about 13 and Shepard is staying at Garrus's place for the first time (minor cw child abuse)

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It occurred to Garrus that it’d been a long time since he’d had a friend over, and she definitely wouldn’t want to play cops and robbers, which had been his go-to back on Palaven. “Do you wanna watch a vid, or…”

“I’m pretty beat, if that’s OK.” And yes, now that she mentioned it he could see the little dark circles under her eyes. When was the last time she’d gotten any rest?

“You take the bed,” he said, pulling a sheet down.

“Don’t be stupid,” she replied, as she peeled off her sweater. She had a thin little top on, one with shorter sleeves: her left wrist was purple and green. He was familiar enough with human bruising, having spent the last year or so tagging along with her, but she was fighting a lot less these days.

Garrus narrowed his eyes. “How’d you get that?”

“Oh,” she said, with too much casualness, “broke up a fight between two little kids before the caretakers could see.”

It was a lie. He could feel it in his gut.

She got under the sheets. “I mean it, you really could fit four of you in this thing.”

They were too old to be sharing a bed, but what was he going to say? Still, as he settled down next to her, he shoved a pillow between them, just for propriety’s sake. Once he’d gotten the barrier set up, he looked up and, spirits, there she was, her face just a few inches away from his. Garrus became very aware of his breath, how it was falling in sync with hers; his eyes flicked up to her smooth pale forehead, then down to her strange pink mouth.

“I wish you’d let me help you,” he said without thinking.

“There’s nothing you can do.” She was so resigned to it. She rolled away from him onto her side and propped herself up on one elbow. “Who’s that meant to be?” She was pointing at one of his posters.

“Tela Vasir,” Garrus told the back of her head. “She’s a –”

“Spectre,” Shepard sighed. She rolled back over to look at him, a small fond smile on her face. “You’re obsessed.”

Garrus shrugged. “No rules, get to do whatever you want your way. What’s not to like?”

Shepard squinted at him. “I guess.”

“Oh, don’t act like you’re better than me,” he teased. “I’ve seen that picture in your locker.”

Her cheeks went pink. “They’re N7s! They’re the best of the best!”

“Best of the best of the Alliance.” Garrus pointed at the poster. “The Spectres are the best in the whole galaxy.”

Shepard crossed her arms. “When I join the marines –”

“You wanna join the marines?” This was news to him.

“Beats bartending."

But she was so smart. “What about college?”

She pinched her fingers together and rubbed them. Garrus blinked, and she let out an exasperated sigh. “Credits. College costs credits.” She yawned. “I’d only have to do it for a few years. If I didn’t like it.”

He tried to imagine Shepard emerging over a hill, covered in armor and armed to the teeth. Terrifyingly plausible. “So one day you’ll be an N7, and I’ll be a Spectre.”

Shepard’s eyes settled closed. “It’ll be just like one of your dumb books.”

Garrus felt himself smile. “They don’t write about humans in my books.”

“Not yet.” She rolled onto her back. “Goodnight.” A soft pang of longing clenched his chest, then he shifted so he didn’t stare at her like a freak.

#my fic #wip #childhood friends

[cariantha]

A Solid Strategy

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: None Category: Rewrite; Angsty Fluff Word count: 1.1K Summary: Ethan loses his temper after Sawyer makes an impulsive decision.

“Sawyer!”

Ethan’s deep booming cry reverberated off the walls of the expansive atrium.  

She grabbed Lamar’s wrist just before he jumped off the narrow ledge. The confused man dangled precariously over the atrium as patients and staff watched in horror below.

Just as Sawyer’s feet lifted from the floor, Ethan slammed his body against hers, pinning her against the railing.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding on for dear life, while another reached over the railing to grab Lamar’s flailing free hand. 

“I’m okay,” she promised with her feet once again planted firmly to the ground. “I’ve got this side. Let’s pull him up.” 

Together, they hauled their patient to safety and gently restrained him until additional help arrived. 

The scene was under control not long after. Lamar had been escorted back to his room by a couple of interns and hospital security. 

“Are you hurt?” Ethan asked, scanning Sawyer up and down.

She rubbed her abdomen where she had been crushed between him and the railing. “I’ll probably have some bruises tomorrow, but otherwise, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. 

“Then arrange the test and check in with Mrs. Stevenson to see if she has any questions about the procedure.”

He had already spun on his heel and started walking away before she could even say "Okay."

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A while later, Sawyer tracked her boss down to his private office. With the door ajar, she peered inside.

Ethan sat at his desk, seemingly in deep thought as he stared at a picture of his late friend Dolores. The framed photograph that Sawyer gifted him last Christmas.

“There you are,” she greeted. “Anesthesiology is short-staffed today, so we won’t be able to do Lamar’s spinal tap until tomorr-”

Sawyer jumped in surprise when Ethan stood and slammed his hands on the desk, cutting her off.

“Don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again. Do I make myself clear, Dr. Brooks?” he admonished.

The adrenaline rush had worn off. His neck turned crimson with fury as the feelings that had been suppressed by his body’s natural fight-or-flight response now bubbled to the surface. 

“W-What? I…,” she stammered, caught off guard by his severe tone and the use of her last name. “I-I’m sorry. I…I didn’t think. I just reacted.” 

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t think at all. A man that size could have easily pulled you over that railing with him. He nearly did!” 

“Ethan, I-”

He motioned for her to stop talking. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. You’re lucky I don’t write you up for demonstrating reckless behavior and poor judgment.”

“He would have died! I had to do something,” she argued, cheeks burning hot with indignation.

“Your job is to save lives with medicine. You were not hired to be a goddamn superhero.”

“He wasn’t in his right mind, Ethan. I wasn’t going to let him hurt himself. And I wasn’t going to let that poor woman watch the man she loves fall to his death.”

Her words only enraged him further. “But you would let me watch you,” he thought to himself. 

Ethan hung his head low and took a couple deep breaths to control his temper before speaking again. 

“It would have been a terrible and unfortunate circumstance if Mr. Stevenson had hurt himself, but it would have been much worse if I…,” he cleared his throat, correcting his course, “...if we had unnecessarily lost two lives.”

Sawyer silently processed his words, having caught his slip. 

The way she looked at him, it felt as though she was daring him to say what he really meant. And it infuriated him. 

Too proud to admit his feelings and determined to keep their relationship professional, he hid behind his condemnation.

“You’re done for the day. Go home. I’ll find someone to take over your cases,” he barked.

Fighting back tears of frustration, Sawyer nodded and walked away.

She was only halfway down the hall when she stopped in her tracks. Looking back toward the now closed office door, she replayed their interaction in her mind. Though his words were cutting, and his temperament harsh, Sawyer suddenly felt bad for him. She had seen this side of Ethan before. This was the lashing out of a man who was afraid of losing someone he cared about.

A moment later, the door to his office opened and closed. 

Ethan stood with his back to the door, staring out the window. 

“I thought I told you to go home,” he growled, seeing her reflection in the glass.

Sawyer approached him cautiously but confidently, refusing to be cowed by his anger.

He turned to face her, prepared for the impending clash. An accusation of insubordination readied on the tip of his tongue.

She stopped within arms reach. With soft eyes she met his scrutinizing ones, and she waited until he discerned there was no fight to be had. Then lunging forward, Sawyer wrapped her arms around his torso.

He remained rigid, arms hanging at his sides.

Resting her chin on his shoulder, she apologized softly in his ear. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. If the roles were reversed, I’d feel the same way about you.” 

After a few seconds, she swatted him between the shoulder blades. “Stop being a jerk and hug me back.”

Ethan finally surrendered. He folded his arms around her and rested his head against the side of hers. 

Exhaling a deep, shaky breath, he released his remaining tension. 

“I owe you an apology,” he began, still holding her tight. “Though I stand by the sentiment, I am sorry for losing my temper.”

Sawyer placed a tender kiss on his jacketed shoulder. “Thank you.”

After a long, indulgent embrace, he pulled back and sighed.

“Christ, Rookie. How do you always seem to find trouble? How can I ever let you out of my sight?”

“Uh-oh. You’re on to me,” she winked. 

“I am somewhat serious. Have you forgotten when I found you turning blue behind the nurses’ station? Or your ethics trial?”

“Pft,” she waved him off. 

“Have you already forgotten when you nearly broke your neck at the Stevenson’s yesterday? And now we get to add being dragged over the balcony to that heart-stopping list.”

“Well…,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I did end up in your arms each of those times. So my evil plan must be working.”

With an endearing smile, she squeezed his hand and turned for the door. 

“Where are you going?”

“You ordered me to go home. If I leave now I might still catch the 3:30 train. And don’t worry, I’ll try not to get mugged or pushed onto the tracks,” she teased.

“Don’t even joke about that,” he warned with a shake of his head. “Give me a minute,” he instructed, pocketing his wallet and keys. “I’ll drive you home.” 

“See? It's a solid strategy.”

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[tiyawnyana]

Okay hear me out.

I was listening to the Greatest showman soundtrack and im absolutely in love with the idea of "rewrite the stars" with Ao'nung and Neteyam. But instead of the trapeze, it could be Ao'nung realizing the beauty that is Neteyam riding his Ikran. older, happy ending, honestly writing a love letter for Neteyam through Ao'nung at this point. Because smitten Ao'nung is one of my favorite things. You could take it anywhere from there really. its just a particular scene i keep picturing. ^.^ if it tickles your fancy obviously!

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I'm ngl I've never seen that movie BUT THAT SCENE TAKES MY HEART tysm for this request bc this fuels my aonunete heart

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taking a chance

"I do not know why they are so insistent, I wish to find my mate on my own terms!"

Neteyam understands plenty. Before the war, before they were supposed to leave, his mother and father had been trying to find him a mate, someone for him to court. He understood the frustration, but he could never voice his own. Not until he met Ao'nung, at least.

Both being first sons to the Olo'eyktan, there's so much on your shoulders. But where he was adamant on playing that role perfectly, Ao'nung was the opposite. But he was safe to talk to, they understood eachother well.

Neteyam struggled with that his whole life. He had wanted to be the perfect son of the great Toruk Makto, but deep down he just wanted to fly around on his ikran and be free of his duties. He loved his family, loved what he was born into but he just wanted to be free, at least once in a while.

Ao'nung claimed that freedom. He made himself known as not only the son of the chief; he was also a mighty hunter, often bringing back so much fish it was sure to have made records (if their people kept track). He was Ao'nung, talented fisherman, strong swimmer and their best diver, and just recently one of their quickest learner of the Tsurak. He made himself known as not only the chiefs son.

And Neteyam found himself admiring him, admiring what he has done for himself and admiring that he would be a brilliant chief someday, especially with how much he has grown over the years both mentally and physically. Hell, he stood nearly the same height as his father now at only 22 years of age. He was to get his first tattoo soon too!

"I understand that, even now, my mother asks me if there are any of the people here that I may come to court," Neteyams voice is soft.

"Well, have you found anyone?" Ao'nung asks, he feels his heart speed up and prays to Eywa that Neteyam cannot hear it.

"Um, I don't know actually," he responds, chuckling and scratching the back of his neck.

Ao'nung looks at him in confusion,"How do you not know?"

He shrugs,"I just don't. I've yet to really know what, well," he pauses, looking away and clearing his throat,"romantic love feels like, I think."

There's a brief moment of silence, neither know what to say before Neteyam shakes his head.

"This is not about me though, it's about you, how come you haven't found someone? There's bound to be someone here that's caught your eye."

Ao'nung groans, throws his body backwards and lays out on the sand, he stares up at the clouds; it's almost nearing sunset.

"I don't quite know either," he whispers back, but he knows. He's known for years now, his heart belonged to the first son of Toruk Makto, the boy, now man, sitting with him now. He was just so terrified of ruining the friendship.

Sure, there were navi men that loved other men, and navi women that loved other women, but he was honestly scared of what the clan would think of him. He wished he could shout from the top of the mountains behind them of how much his heart has longed for Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, he wished he could have claimed him and himself in turn claimed as well. He was just scared.

"How do YOU not know?" Neteyam teases, and he too feels his heart speed up, but shoves the feeling away.

Ao'nung chuckles but just shrugs in response.

He's silent for a moment more before whispering,"I'm just scared, honestly. What if who I love doesn't end up loving me back? What if they do, but my family becomes disappointed in me?"

"What's the point of not trying, though?"

"What?"

Neteyam ponders for a moment. "What if they do care for you, too? How will you ever know until you take that chance?"

"I know but what if my family doesn't want me to choose them?"

Neteyam sighs, for the first time he finds himself hating tradition, hating some of the choices being made for him as well,"fuck that."

Ao'nung chokes on air, laughing,"Neteyam!"

"No, seriously, you've done so much to prove yourself to them and they won't let you choose your mate?"

Ao'nungs heart is racing, he wants to drag him down into a kiss to explain how he's feeling but his mother's voice rings in his head. He's silent.

Neteyam then lies down beside him on the sand, gazing up at the sky. They sit in silence for a bit, and eventually Neteyam closes his eyes, relaxing under the almost setting sun.

Ao'nung glances over and feels that itch in his bones again. He wants to love this man freely, openly. Wants to hold him, smother him with kisses and mate under the tree of souls. He wants Neteyam to want him.

He just knows what's expected of him and that Neteyam doesn't fit in that picture. At least, to his mother. He's done everything his own way, why can't he seem to do this himself too?

"Everything is going to be fine, Ao'nung, you just need to find your own happiness."

He looks over at Ao'nung and smiles so gently, so beautifully.

He then sits up and brushes the sand off of himself, offering a hand to Ao'nung, lifting him up. Their hands remain together for just a moment longer.

"I know it's difficult, trust me," he locks their gaze,"just," his eyes flicker all over his face,"love who you want to love."

Ao'nung feels his face warm and he nods, smiling back.

"I'm going to go for a flight, I'll see you later?"

He disconnects their hands and Ao'nung swears his heart leaves with Neteyam.

He sits there for a bit, thinking over everything.

His mother wants him to choose between some of the women of the village, his father just wants him to choose someone. He has, just too scared to make that move and too scared to find out their response.

"Love who you want to love," he mumbles to himself, watching the waves.

He feels a confidence boost in him and decides, as Neteyam said, "fuck that." He gets up and follows the path the Neteyam had taken through the woods, picking up a light jog and hopes he finds him.

He hears the ikran before he sees them, hears Neteyam yell out in glee as they take off into the sky and Ao'nung rushes through the woods, climbing higher up the mountain and eventually climbs the tree at the mountains peek. He climbs, even though he's shakey and even though it's honestly terrifying being more than 5 feet off the ground, he keeps climbing.

He finally reaches closer to the top and peers out of the branches, finally catching Neteyam.

The omiticayan soars through the sky on his ikran. His darker blue skin nearly shines as the sun sets, the freckles across his skin lightly glowing. His hair is whipping behind him wildly and he couldn't care less, he flies around the mountaintop, soaring around the trees and he flies so high in the sky, above the clouds for a moment before diving back down in a spiral. He's just so free and Ao'nung finds him so beautiful like this. Without all of the stress on his shoulders. Free.

Neteyam finally spots Ao'nung in the tree at the top on one of his glides back up. He's confused at first before smiling so wide, waving at him and circles the tree.

Ao'nung watches, so entranced at the beauty of Neteyam and his talents through the sky. He watches him dive and spin through the air and he finds himself, for the first time in his life, wanting to fly too.

Neteyam feels his heart bursting, adrenaline coursing through his veins and he's so, so happy in the sky and now he feels himself showing off almost. His ikran chirps, almost like a laughter bubbling out as she feels this through their bond.

She ends up landing on one of the thicker branches just a few below where Ao'nung stands.

"What are you doing, fish boy?" Neteyam teases,"trying to mimic me?"

Ao'nung laughs openly, still clinging on to the branch.

"I honestly don't know, I'm just happy, Neteyam." He grins, gazing down at him,"with you."

Neteyam prays to Eywa that this isn't a joke. His eyes widen, heart races and he thinks he finally understands at least a bit of what romantic love is. He hopes this is what that is because this is wonderful. He disconnects the bond with his ikran and she chirps, lifting him a bit to help him up to the top. He climbs until he's on the branch that Ao'nung stands on and he balances himself before walking closer.

Ao'nung freezes just slightly before charging through that fear,"I want to take a chance."

Neteyam is now not even a foot away from him, smiling so soft and he seems a little breathless, his cheeks are a shade darker in a blush.

"You make me so, so happy, Neteyam," Ao'nung speaks softly.

Neteyam smiles before he closes in, gently grasping Ao'nungs cheeks and pulling him in to a clumsy kiss. It's short, but full of so many buried emotions and he swears he's reached a heaven.

Ao'nung gasps as his foot slips just slightly in attempt to get closer and he breaks the kiss, clings onto the tree.

"Let's get down from here," Neteyam chuckles.

Ao'nung nods, and Neteyam takes his hand, gently leading him down. They end up on the branch where his ikran watches.

"We could fly down, if you're comfortable?"

Ao'nung decides again to take a chance.

He yells so much louder than ever before as he clings on to Neteyams back, they glide carefully through the air and he just burrows his head into Neteyams shoulder.

When they finally land along the beach, he's carefully helped down and he has never been so thankful for sand.

He steadies himself before taking hold of Neteyams hands,"I want to love you freely, Neteyam."

The omiticayan just smiles back at him,"Then let's try." Before pulling him into another sweet kiss.

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Honestly was worried that this wasn't exactly what you had in mind bc this was the sweetest thing I've ever been requested and I just adore this so lmk if you like! Ty again for the request I had sososo much fun writing this ilysm

(Also I watched that scene to get an idea of it and envisioned the part when neteyam circles Ao'nung in the tree to be the part where zendayas character circles zacs character as she trapezes)

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[eveenstar]

Ok so this one is a bit of a weird request or idk

So what if like, the reader was Hoodie and Masky's bestfriend before and they managed to save the both of them from the operator (if that's even possible)

This request took me weeks to write AND rewrite yet I still don't think it's good 😩 But it was too good of an idea not to write about. My apologies if you don't like it! I tried!

Also a heads up in case you don't know~ I write all of my cp requests within the canon I created for this blog! It's available in my cp masterlist if you'd like to take a look! <3

A helping hand | Saving Hoodie and Masky from the Operator/SlenderMan || Headcanons

It's not impossible, if you know who to ask. This is where it gets blurry, because what do you consider freedom? Those who managed to escape from His control will forever live with the scars. They will never truly be free of His influence.

But to escape, you first gotta ask yourself, are you sure this is what they want? It's been more than ten years, people eventually adapt to their new lifestyle, some may even grow to love it. As the front leads of the proxies, or Lost Ones as some call them, they might choose the SlenderMan's hand instead of yours. They might even reach out for it. You must prepare yourself for such outcome.

Years and years ago, you used to be Brian and Tim's best friend. You were an insufferable trio, teachers loved you three for your quiet nature but hated whenever Brian was up to one of his plans and pushed you two into it. This meant usually pranks. Usually. Ah yes, because Brian was quite of a prankster deep beneath that introvert wall.

It was him who introduced you and Tim to Alex, to that flop movie he was planning to do. Everything was perfect before then, everything was fine until he came along.

And now, even all that was lost, you stand here ready to get them back because despite knowing what they have become, you still loved them. You know they're not completely gone, that they can be turned. At least that's what you tell yourself every night before you go to sleep.

Now, you're by yourself on this. The General won't help you and the others are very skeptical about it. Their missions to help out older generation proxies were put to rest after Albert died, now the Rogue Cell only helps out the younger and new generations - but that's not the only reason. The older you get, the more time you spend as a proxy, the more lost you become.

Speaking of missions, there's a new coming soon; rescue mission of three proxies, younglings at best. Probably in this for no longer than five months. It's simple, in and out. You've done this before but that feeling...of fear, never goes away. The SlenderWoods are a place of deep torment, the darkest places of your mind open up to it like a Christmas present, whispering in your ear...just like it had so many years ago. Back when Jay was in the picture, trying to find Alex, trying to...That's when you first heard it, as you approached Jay without his knowing with a rock heavy in your hands.

But you turned around and walked away. It takes a great deal of strength to resist Him like that, but your love and remembrance of Tim and Brian was stronger. The goal was to find them and bring them home safe, and at the time you were convinced it wouldn't take long...at least not years.

But then Brian 'died' and Tim slipped through your fingers after Jay was gone. You thought this was it after Jessica went MIA and you had nowhere else to go, no friends or family to go back to. You were ruined; holled up in your motel room, either crying, staring at the ceiling in silence or watching the old tapes. You failed, you thought, you failed them all.

Then came the day where two people came knocking down your door, saying they knew the situation you were in. That they could help you. At first you were suspicious, what if it was a trap? So to ease your mind they showed you proof; plans, data bases, safehouses....showed you that what happened to you and your friends wasn't a one time thing, there were others. All across the globe. .

And all of that comes striking back to you when you're standing alone deep down the SlenderWoods, waiting for a green line. It's so quiet you can even hear your own thoughts. Right, get over yourself. There's one Rogue above, hidden three trees away from you and another one in the bushes, a few feet to your right. Maybe you're not that alone after all.

A pigment of yellow comes into view and you reach for your gun, watching the stranger make its way across the forest. Something is wrong, no one was supposed to be here. This isn't according to plan.

The person comes to an halt and takes something from their jeans pockets. You narrow your eyes. What are they doing? As silent as possible, you look around to where you think the others might be, hoping that they're as confused as you are. This goes for several minutes, clearly the person is enjoying their smoking break.

But then, little by little, the person turns around until his eyes meet yours - or rather, the plastic white mask does. It's a cold, unwelcoming gaze, as if it was staring into your soul alone. You think the woods are making you hallucinate, surely it couldn't be....?

Yet Tim - no, Masky, stands there watching you like a hawk. You point your gun at him as a reminder that you are more than capable of fighting, even if it means hurting him. But are you ready to fight him? Last time you almost got knocked out cold - but that was before you got trained by the Rogue Cell. Though, does any training prepare you for the real deal? For the emotions that you'll face?

For the same stupid emotions that keep you frozen in your feet, almost a guaranteed death. But then you notice that Masky is not quite looking at you, but at something from behind. You don't have time to think before you're being thrown onto the ground with one heavy boot pressed on your stomach, making it impossible to reach for the gun that was now lost in some bushes.

Hoodie - once Brian - looms above you. His mask, a remnant of his true self, is hidden behind that stupid black mask of his, and you're unsure if you wanna be met with the eyes behind it. You're not sure what to expect; hell you don't know if you'll survive this. The taunting ":(" mask looks down at you with a slight tilt. Is he mocking you? At least that part of Brian stuck.

"Wait, wait, please wait" You hold out a Polaroid picture, one that you have carried with you all these years; it was taken during the early days of Marble Hornets at Tim's apartment. "Please."

There's no way to know what's behind the mask. What Hoodie is feeling, if he's looking at you or at the picture. Or both. The forest falls silent, not even the sounds of owls or crickets is heard. You're fearful of what will happen next. Where are the others? Are they watching, waiting for a moment to strike, or did something happen to them as well?

"Look," You start, catching the attention of both (or you so hope), "there's still time to save you. Come with me." You move to get up, hands always in sight so they know you mean no harm. Not that would stop them from attacking you. "I know it's still you deep down. He hasn't taken that from you fully."

The intense staring starts to fall down on you, feeling more and more under pressure. The forest seems to close on you three, getting smaller and smaller. There's not much time before He arrives, it's like you can almost hear....footsteps. Very, very heavy footsteps, playing in the back of your mind.

Both Hoodie and Masky look up, then to a fixed point. You prepare to run just in case, but then Hoodie's lightly kicking your feet and bringing your attention back to him. You can see Masky walking off in the distance, stopping and seemingly waiting for you two. With a newfound courage, you pull yourself back on your two feet and nod; the base is not far, if you three are fast you can still reach it without any further incidents.

"It's this way," You point out, walking ahead and missing the way one of the boys tucks away the Polaroid picture in his pocket.

Hope is not gone.

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[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Of Portals, Travels and Blossoming Romance

Synopsis:

As Rey's newest apprentice, you managed to stumble across the Jedi temple in Ahch-to when she leaves you to meditate and to guide the other younglings.

Apparently touching murals in a temple is not the brightest idea, seeing how you're now faced with an unknown.

Note: this is honestly just the third rewrite of this one XD after this I'm going on star wars break to write more jjk, but I'll write Ezra stuffs, if ya'll have requests. Gimme a week or two to write some of my jjk ideas and then it's back to Ezra <3

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You were stuck in a temple in Ahch-to, not because your master left you there, but because you decided that you wanted to explore this planet that had the remnants of the very first Jedi temple. Your master told you to meditate, feel the force as she said. But being left all alone in your room, hearing all the new younglings that were brought here by Poe Dameron and parents who believed that their children needed guidance, training basic saber skills using bo staffs, made you feel antsy.

There weren't many padawans your age, nor were there many Masters, in fact your master was still the only known master. Though you've heard that Ezra Bridger lives, his location is unknown and with what he went through, your master decided to not involve him in her plans. Ahsoka Tano and Sabine Wren are also unknown. Whether Ahsoka is still alive is quite debatable. Togruta's who were force sensitive were rumored to live til two hundred years old but you digress.

You wanted to see the temple that crumbled down due to what Kylo-no, what Ben Solo did. Now here you were, foot stuck in a crack on the ground. You held onto the wall for stability, in the picture of a woman with an owl beside her. You felt dizzy, then nothing. You opened your eyes to a fascinating sight. It was like a path filled with endless gateways, with the stars as its background. You had no clue where you were, so you decided to walk around. This place was strange to say the least. You could feel your lightsaber with you still and the small pack you carried but you nearly dropped both when you heard the sound of birds' squawk. The owl's white feathers tinged with green with light green eyes, stared at you. As if sensing your fear it flies away. It turns around and beckons for you to follow. You ran after it and saw that as it landed on one of the gateways, it opened up. The sight before you was a blur but you decided to fall through, perhaps the owl had an idea. You wished to learn about the force or what the history was but, there were barely any salvageable items in any of the temples thanks to the empire. So without any hesitation you leaped in.

"Move kid!" A voice shouted.

"Sorry!" I said as I moved out of the way.

You were confused. This was a rebel base, but you don't know where this was. Try as you might but you got nothing.

"You lost?" A voice asked.

"Yeah I am. Excuse me but where are we..." You trailed off as you came face to face with a tall, young man.

"Wow...hi." you said shyly.

"Hi. Who are you? I'm sure I've never seen you around before." He said quite sternly.

You got nervous, how can you tell them that you basically are from a different time and that you're basically here because a bird led you here.

"Um it's a long story." You said.

He looked at you and noticed you small pack and the lightsaber clipped onto it and he looked back at you curiously.

"Come with me for a bit. I need you to talk to Hera." He spoke.

"Hera? As in General Hera Syndulla?" You said excitedly.

"General? Okay...sure whatever you say." He said shrugging.

As you two walked in silence, you kept looking at him. Something about him felt awfully familiar, it's like you had the answer at the tip of your tongue and you just couldn't figure it out.

"If you stare any harder I might turn to goo." He said teasingly.

"Sorry! It's just that, I don't know your name. I mean you don't know mine either which makes sense, but I'm (Y/N). Not that you were asking but you know, formalities." You said as you felt your face heat up.

"I'm Ezra. You're a jedi." Ezra said with a small smile.

You looked at him starstruck as you just now realized who he was. Ezra Frickin Bridger. Savior of Lothal, king of fake names, hoarder of helmets. The only other Jedi who's alive but his location is a complete mystery. You shook your head and acted normal. You spoke once more trying to hide your sudden excitement.

"A padawan. A very bad one, since I managed to not only ignore my master's order but also managed to lose my way." You muttered to yourself.

"Oh so that's what that little rat tail is for." Ezra said.

"Hey! This rat tail shows I'm an official padawan. My master was just following what the stupid temple said." You defended.

"It looks cute on you though." He added as he opened the door that showed Hera Syndulla herself, sitting down while surrounded by a few others.

"Ezra, I'm in a meeting, what's this about?" Hera said as suddenly all eyes were on you both, all except Hera herself.

"I found a wandering girl in the base and she's a jedi, sorry, she's a padawan." Ezra said.

"A padawan?" Hera said confusedly. She finally turns around and looks at the two of you and out of sheer awkwardness, you raise your arm to wave at everyone. Hera looked at the rest of the people in the room to signal them to exit.

When everyone has left, all except Ezra and Hera, she calls for Zeb and Sabine to join her. You were led to sit in one of the many empty chairs. You looked around fascinated with what you could see. This was the now destroyed Chopper Base or home base of the ghost. Grand Admiral Thrawn follows one of the ships that dock here, then rains fire on this base. This is what intertwines the fates of both Thrawn and Ezra Bridger.

"What did you call us here for Hera?" Sabine's voice rang out.

You have only seen holograms of her in the Lothal museum before the empire ransacked them and destroyed everything. Only bits and pieces of the mural were left behind but she looks exactly like the holograms, perhaps years younger, behind her was Zeb and Chopper, and to say I was fascinated and in awe was an understatement.

"Ezra found a wandering girl in our base who just so happens to be a padawan." Hera said.

"A padawan? Where's your master?" Zeb asked.

"It's a long story." You said quietly.

"We've got time." Sabine said crossing her arms.

I took a deep breath and hoped to the force that they find it in themselves to believe you. You understand it's gonna be a lot to process but it's better to do it sooner rather than later.

"Well, I'm truly a padawan, my master's name is Rey Skywalker. I'm also not from this time. I'm from the far future. Well not that far into the future seeing how in my time Ezra's still alive, around his early fifties and Sabine is still probably alive...I think." You said.

"Okay, you could be making it up though." Ezra said.

"I know that you're in need of more pilots, and Ezra's joining them because he has a bigger role now in the rebellion. I know he's way stronger than he was six months ago, and that there's trouble brewing in Mandalore and Sabine needs to return there." You said confidently.

"That could have been heard by you." Hera rationalized.

"The problem with Mandalore, is nothing new. It was bound to happen." Sabine answered.

"I can't just say something about the future! There are rules to time travel that one mustn't break. There are time paradoxes that could be born just because I exist here." You said.

"So, you could also just say that to avoid us questioning you further." Zeb said, arms crossed.

"There is a spy within the empire, planted by the resistance. The unexpected ally would be an important part of your lives. This base is also bound to be found by a bigger threat." You said.

You walked towards Ezra, keeping eye contact. You whispered your next words to him.

"You're learning to be stronger from the Sith Holocron that you've gotten from Malachor." You looked at him pleadingly.

"She isn't lying. She just told me something that only I knew." Ezra said.

Hera looked at Ezra before she nodded her head. Sabine looked confused but couldn't care less and Zeb felt confused but let it slide.

"Well, the kid's lost. She should probably get some time to get used to this time period." Zeb spoke.

"Ezra, you should train with her. She said she's a padawan, so she's probably used to training the same way Kanan was training you." Sabine added.

"It'll also help you not be a little shit anymore to others." Sabine added jokingly.

"You're also much closer in age it seems so you have the honor of leading her around these places. If you don't mind as well, would you be willing to help out our cause while you're here?" Hera asked kindly.

"Oh sure. I'm fine with that." You said.

"Great, well welcome to the rebellion, um. What's your name again?" Hera inquired.

"My name's (Y/N) (Y/L/N), nice to meet all of you." You answered.

"Well for formalities sake, I'm Hera, That's Zeb and Sabine." She said as she gestured to them who were standing by the door.

"And of course you've met Ezra. Kanan is busy as of right now, but you might bump into him from time to time." She added.

You nodded your head as she gestured for all of you to leave. Zeb and Sabine parted ways, Sabine going off to do her own thing, while Zeb went to train new recruits. Ezra gestured for you to follow him and so you did.

"So you know about the holocron." He said.

"I do. Don't worry I won't tell anyone, not because I agree with you using it but because you have to learn your lesson first hand." You reasoned.

"Oh and what lesson would I learn?" Ezra asked teasingly.

"To not mess with forces unknown to you." You whispered.

"You seem to know what it's like to use a sith Holocron though." Ezra pointed out.

"It's a long story. A painful one as well." You said stiffly.

Ezra grabbed your hand and brought you to a secluded area and patted the spot beside him as he sat down.

"I've got time. It's not like Kanan is training me anytime soon again." He said with his eyes closed.

You took a deep breath, clearing your mind. It's not like the memory was a distant one. After all, the fall of the empire, of Palpatine, was only a year ago. Your escape from the empire was only seven months ago.

"When I was a child living in Naboo, my parents were part of the few remaining empire loyalists. I never shared their views as a child. Often getting into fights with them. When my force sensitivity manifested, I didn't know it then that they called for General Hux. They told him about my abilities in the force and when he arrived, he took me with him. I begged and cried for my parents to save me but all they said was that the knights of Ren would be a suitable place for me. To show me the beauty of the dark side of the force. I was only ten years old." You retold your painful memories. You felt your nails dig into your palm to ground you as you continued.

"By the time I was fifteen, I was one of the strongest among the other force sensitive children they took. Kylo Ren would watch as we train, he would pick and choose who would fight him for the day, to test our limits. When we weren't training they'd make us touch the sith Holocron, a lot of the others succumbed to their desires to be stronger, to know everything and they were given the title Knight of Ren. I didn't so, I got a bunch of the others like me to run away when my now master arrived to escape the starkiller base. I was the only one who successfully escaped as the others were killed by the loyalists. I only escaped because I had to kill them too." You said, voice filled with regret.

"I'm sorry." Ezra said as he reached for your tightly closed fist.

"I surrendered to the resistance, I expected to be imprisoned but Poe took a different path. He told me that I was just a child, that it wasn't my fault. I followed Rey, my master when she found the person Kylo Ren was searching for. The rest was history. I can't fully tell you the details as it would cause problems...probably." you finished.

"Yeah that's alright. I hope you know that even with that, I still need to use the Holocron. I need answers and-" Ezra spoke but you cut him off.

"As I said. I'm not here to change what happened. But if you really want to continue, test out your skills on me. I still have years of training from the sith on me. I'm still learning how to do defense more than offense, so maybe you could teach me that." You offered.

"Plus, this is part of your journey. Taking it away from you might fully change who you are." You added.

"That makes sense. So, you ended up here because you were clumsy enough to get your feet stuck in a hole?" Ezra said trying to light up the mood.

"Really, that's your ice breaker? I'm quite sad with that. You could do better." You said smiling softly.

"Hey it's better than, your rat tail looks so long, can I pull it? Would you rather I say that then?" He joked.

"This rat tail is a staple for padawans. Wait, if you're a padawan, why don't you have one?" You asked

"Because I don't need it." Ezra answered smugly.

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Weeks passed with you stuck in this time. Hera and the rest of the ghost crew tried fitting, finding the location of ahch-to to perhaps lead you home but have come up with nothing. Ezra has trained with you, though you see that the Holocron affects him, somehow you can also see that he is not one to be easily swayed to the dark side.

"You're distracted." Ezra said as he pushed you back using the force.

"Sorry, I just, miss home." You said as you dodged another of his attacks, dropping yourself lower and using your saber to attack him from below, to which he dodges gracefully.

"Focus on your surroundings and use it to your advantage Ezra." You critiqued

As you two trained, your sabers clashing against each other. Yellow and green clash, sending sparks to fly. Ezra proved to be stronger as he managed to disarm you, his saber pointing close to your face.

"I win. We still need to work on how you defend yourself. You have way too many openings, your stance when defending yourself is weak. Here grab your saber." He said handing it to you.

He stood behind you, kicking your leg to tell you to widen them. He then checked your stance before kicking your right leg again to tell you to widen it a bit more.

"You have to widen your stance, to have balance, it makes sending you falling when you deflect another saber difficult. And raise your arms a bit higher to protect your face more." Ezra said guiding you from behind.

He was kind to you, though he had moments where the dark side seemed to call out to him, he never lashed out on you. His kindness and willingness to protect his friends, his family, was something that you wished someone had for you. It was no wonder why you easily fell for his charms. He was also funny. Though your master told you that she believed that love wasn't the problem in being a Jedi, but the selfish kind of love. You learned not to shy away from your feelings. You knew that you were meant to return to your time sooner or later, so you chose to keep your feelings locked up. Ezra has his life here.

"what's it like in the future anyways, after the whole schtick with the second coming of the empire?" He asked one night.

"It's peaceful. The people don't feel worried about fighting to survive anymore. Most of the people in the resistance can finally go home. The remaining empire loyalists were put to trial and sent to prison. They can choose to join a rehabilitation program, or they stay where they deserve." You said.

"I have a question." Ezra said.

"I might have an answer." You joked.

"What if you stay here? With us, with me." Ezra said, his gaze stuck on you.

"You know I can't. This isn't my time." You said softly.

"But it can be. We fit well together. I won't be alone as a Jedi, Kanan's back with us, so he can train us better." Ezra tried to rationalize with you.

"We can be something more than this!" He exclaimed.

"And what is this? We're friends aren't we?" You asked.

"Friends don't look at each other the way we do, and they don't sleep in each other's beds." He said.

"I like you and I know you do too. So stay here." Ezra pleaded.

"I can't. I'm sorry." You said.

"You didn't deny your feelings." He pointed out.

"I don't want to. But it's selfish of me to be with you when I have no intentions of staying here." You said.

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Ezra avoided you after that, going on mission after mission. While you joined Zeb to find clues to where Ahch-to was, and though it took a while, you finally found it. The cantina that would one day belong to Maz Kanata was where you found its location. Supplied to you by a pirate that Zeb was in contact with. You related this news to the rest of the ghost upon your arrival and though the rest were happy, Ezra could only stare sadly.

You packed what you originally had, leaving behind the clothes given to you, but took small mementos that they had given you. You were busy packing your things that you didn't notice Ezra enter your room.

"You're leaving soon." Ezra said monotonously.

"Yeah, I am." You said avoiding his eyes.

"I'm sorry about the argument before. It's just that, why would you be led here? Why this time?" Ezra said frustratedly.

"Because I had to learn from you and you needed someone to understand." You said still not looking at him.

"Please look at me (Y/N). I don't want my last memory of you to be this. This distance, it hurts." Ezra said softly.

You faced him, arms still crossed. Your eyes avoiding his. He walked closer to where you stood and held you close. He knew that this was where it ended for you two. Funny how he was shown someone he would have wanted to be with only for them to belong somewhere else.

"I'll miss you." He said, voice muffled by your clothes.

"I'll miss you too. Thanks for being my sparring partner and my friend." You said, eyes closed.

"Thanks for being my friend too. For reasoning with me when I needed it. Thank you for letting me learn on my own terms." He said.

As he let you go, a part of him felt pained. This would be the last time. Seeing you in the future would be much too painful, because he'd be reminded of this moment. So he took a chance, and left a chaste kiss on your lips. It was gone before you fully understood what happened.

Ezra didn't see you off anymore, nor was he part of the crew that dropped you off into the temple. You followed the writings on the wall, when you finally reopened the portal. You don't remember what happened next but as you woke up, you were back in your cabin. You heard the voices of the younglings once more. Then your door opened.

"Rey! She's awake!" Finn called.

Rey alongside Rose, Poe and Chewie, entered your room. Rey smiled softly at you and you couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Hey, hey, you're okay." She said rushing to your side.

"I went to another time. The temple opened a portal and I went in. I met someone and it hurt to leave." You said.

Rey held you close as she looked at the others. Somehow that sudden letter from Ezra felt like a clue but she waited for you to calm down. Once you were she explained what happened, where they saw you and the sudden arrival of a letter addressed to you, from Ezra Bridger himself. She gave you privacy once the letter was in your hands.

You ripped the envelope open once you saw that it really was addressed to you.

Dear (Y/N),

How long has it been? For you perhaps a few minutes? A few days maybe? For me it's been too long. I bet you knew of what I did for Lothal, or my exile, my return, what happened when I returned. I still can't believe you were right about the Chopper base getting destroyed. I missed you all those years. I missed you when I was in Peridea. I missed you during those nights where all I had were my own thoughts. I'm old now, like you said. Why did I hide myself during the war again? Because I knew that if I saw you, even by chance, I wouldn't be able to take it. I already saw you, in the world between worlds. I now know that in that time, I saw what would've happened to you, and if it weren't for Ahsoka's logical reasoning, I would have done something stupid, like jump in to save you.

Life went on even though we were apart but I believed that what you taught me the most, was selfless love. I was selfishly asking you to stay and leave it all behind when your life has barely begun. Mine was already preordained. Though I know that at this point I'm older than you now by many many years. I hope you know that the feelings I felt for you, were my source of light. Thank you for those few weeks. Live your life.

P.S. for the love of the force, don't disobey your master alright.

Farewell and live a good life,

Ezra.

It truly was bittersweet. To meet the right person in the wrong time. But everything, every moment was one you will cherish and Ezra's right. Life goes on and so will you. Perhaps one day, time will be right for you two.

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Note: holy kamote! I finished it! Though I apologize for accidentally posting he unfinished work earlier, Tumblr glitched and even though I put it as save to draft, when I clicked save it got posted. So here's the finished work. It's longer than my usual ones, heheheheh. Enjoy!

#ezra bridger x reader #fanfiction writer #ezra bridger #starwars fanfics #fanfic #fanfic writing #fanfiction #star wars imagine #bring ezra home #eman esfandi

[foxgloveprincess]

Read the first part, Don’t Let Go, here!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader (Second Person Narrator)

Word Count: 1,352

Summary: It’s time to get reacquainted with Eddie. Honesty is the best policy, right?

Warnings: Alternate Universe (No Upside Down), Crushes, Nostalgia, Pining/Yearning, Teasing, Fluff, Flirting, Pet Names (sweetheart). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Welp, here’s part 2. Surprisingly easy to write out. Incredibly difficult to title. Older Eddie still inspired by these picture edits which just slapped me right across the face (in the best way possible). This needs a third part—which may or may not ever be completed, but there is a concept and a bit written already.

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You have never stared so long at yourself in the mirror. But here you are, sweating over what to wear for Eddie. Not really the first time you’ve done this. But the memories it brings back, the feelings. They sock you right in the stomach.

Your teeth sink into the side of your cheek. The contemplation replaying in your head for the hundredth time since this afternoon. Was this real or a play at nostalgia? Every time you come to the same conclusion—it doesn’t matter, you’re gonna ride this out to the full extent no matter where you end up.

The fabric of your dress bunches in your fingers. Maybe it’s too outdated? Too high school? Was the floral flattering to your figure? You glance over your shoulder at the jeans, shirt, and vest tossed aside on your bed. Would that be better? More casual?

A groan rumbles in your throat. You force yourself to walk away from the mirror. This is not a date. It’s not. Eddie said he wanted to catch up. Who cares that your knees almost gave out when he looked like he might wanna eat you alive? He’s your friend—if he still counts as one.

The clock in your kitchen marks the time. You grab your purse and refuse to check your reflection in the mirror as you walk through the front hall and out your door. Though, your fingers can’t help but nervously play with your earrings.

His old van sits there. Right by the curb with Eddie in the front seat waiting for you. But he doesn’t actually see you with his hands gripping the wheel and his eyes squeezed shut.

You lock your door behind you and walk over, tapping on the window with a tilt of your head. He startles and whips around to look at you before leaning over comically far to crank it down.

“You here early for me?” you ask, drinking in the sight of him.

He’s got his old black leather jacket on and a graphic tee beneath. Jeans, ripped at the knees, cling to his thighs. The rings on his fingers glint in the light and creak against his steering wheel. His hair’s pushed back from his face. He looks delicious, somehow just like you remember but also somehow far superior—and casual. You can’t help feeling a little overdressed. You fidget, eyes dropping to your sandals as you wait for his response.

“Yeah,” he responds while clearing his throat. “I got off work early and rushed to get here so I wouldn’t make you wait, but then I was here half an hour early.” His fingers card through his hair, tousling it just right. He chuckles, a tone of uneasiness to the sound.

But it lifts a heavy load from your shoulders. He’s just as nervous to be hanging out with you after all these years.

“Well,” you say, drawing out the word, “can I get in?” You gesture to the closed door with a wiggle of your fingers.

Eddie curses and jolts into action, pulling up the lock and opening the door from the inside. You smile and catch the door, sliding in with a quiet “thank you.”

The door closes behind you and you buckle yourself in, but the car stays put. Eddie grips the wheel, turning toward you with a sheepish grin.

“I figured maybe we could go to Benny’s?” His shoulders raise, guarding himself from your reaction.

“Oh my God, yes,” you hum in delight at the suggestion. “I haven’t had one of his burgers since the last time my grandpa visited.” You lips spread in a beaming smile and Eddie shifts in his seat.

The engine grumbles and growls before purring to life. You content yourself to watching the scenery pass by on the drive to the burger joint. Eddie concentrates on the road. The silence settles around you, easy and comfortable despite the background buzz of your nerves.

By the time you’re sitting at your table with a burger in your hands and mounds of fries, you’re completely at ease. Convinced there’s nothing to fear and ready to ‘catch up.’

It happens naturally, the way Eddie pries into your life—how you’ve been, what brings you back to Hawkins. He shares the same, telling you about the garage and Corroded Coffin—still together after all these years, making time to rock out together after clocking out of their respective jobs.

You sigh and rest against the table. “I remember my first time going to one of your shows.” You remember it with fondness, thinking back. The dim lights and hazy air of The Hideout. The boozy stench and sticky seats. Staring up at Eddie shredding on his guitar and having the perfect excuse not to look away. The way he winked at you from the stage. Your heart flutters. “My first drink, my first smoke, my first kiss—”

“Wait, wait,” Eddie interrupts with a wave of his hand. His face scrunches in irritation. “Your first kiss? When the fuck did that happen?”

Eyes widening, you try to formulate a response, jaw dropped. “Well,” you answer with a grimace, “I went to see you guys play and, after the show, I was helping Gareth pack up the van while the rest of you were inside. He was sorta high on adrenaline, I guess, and it just…happened?” You shrug, hands lifted in an added gesture of dubiousness.

Eddie’s fist on the table clenches. He curses. “Were you two an item?” His eyes bore into you, shining with something—you couldn’t say for certain what.

“No,” you insist, a little too loudly. “Both of us thought it was a mistake. It never happened again.”

“Good,” he says, gaze staring off to the side. His shoulders roll.

You swallow and pick up a fry, gnawing on it and scrutinizing Eddie. It wouldn’t be jealousy, would it? The way his jaw ticks and he takes an angry bite of his burger, too focused on the meat patty and cheese, petulantly so.

Trying to lift the suddenly sour mood, you blurt the only question you can think of, “So, have you found a sweetheart for yourself?” You hope the statement wasn’t too eager, or tinged with bitterness in any way. You shift in your seat and wait for the dreaded answer.

Eddie sighs and leans back in his chair, head tipping up. “Nah,” he replies to the ceiling, “everyone ‘round here still thinks of me as Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

“That can’t be true,” you scoff, shaking your head and taking a bite of your burger to chew over his response.

“Yeah?” he asks, tilting his head to look at you. “You so sure?” His eyes light up like sparklers and he leans his elbows on the table. The teasing tone in his voice sparks memories of similar instances—the ones where you thought for sure he knew how much you cared for him.

But you’re not the same girl, scared for him to divine the intricacies of your infatuation. The years between then and now only soften the blow and bring forth a hint of boldness. “Am I sure? Have you looked in a mirror?” You gesture to, well, everything about him and continue, “You couldn’t build a better guy in a lab.”

He rests his head on his hand and they tilt as he coos, “Such a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

Your eyes roll, though heat begins to creep up your cheeks. You swallow hard and take a sip of soda to wash down the bashfulness building in the back of your throat.

“You find anyone at your college?” he asks, picking at the fries but not taking any.

“A few,” you reply honestly, not meeting his eye, “but nothing serious. Well—” You hem for a moment, thinking over how to explain. Eddie shifts in his seat, leaning closer. “There was one guy, bought me a ring and everything, but it didn’t fit.” You chuckle under your breath and shake your head, thinking back on all the dates that ended in disaster and the relationships that fizzled. “No one was quite right, you know?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, a small smile twitching the corners of his lips. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #alternate universe #no upside down #fluff #drabble #18+ #minors dni

[wolfjackle-creates]

I am starkly reminded of why I like to rewrite my work before sharing. Took another look at the Wrong Number AU and, yeah, I want to give that work some TLC. For anyone who is interested in what my first round of edits look like, click the readmore. (Though this is actually way closer to the original that I usually keep it. I just really liked the story beats of my first draft.)

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Version 1

Jazz was at Nasty Burger staring at her food. She'd ordered Danny's favorite, but her stomach was so in knots she didn't think she could eat.

A napkin was tossed on her table and she was about to scold the person who threw it when she saw Sam walking away. Instead she clicked her tongue as if annoyed and straightened it out.

On it was scrawled a quick message.

I got him an old phone before he ran. His number is XXX-XXX-XXXX.

As surreptitiously as she could, she pulled out her own phone and snapped a quick picture before soaking it in her unfinished drink and throwing it away with her uneaten food.

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It's not bad per se. Just truncated and only barely touches on what Jazz is feeling. From here I immediately jumped to the next scene with zero transition. I generally prefer taking my time with the narrative rather than rushing through and not mentioning details. Besides, if I do the transition right, I can fit in more worldbuilding!

Now, for the rewrite of the above section.

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Version 2

Jazz sat in a Nasty Burger booth and stared at her food. She'd ordered Danny's favorite, but her stomach was so in knots she didn't think she could eat.

All of this was her parent’s fault. If they weren’t so close minded and horrible, if they’d just accepted they were wrong…

Her circling thoughts were interrupted by a balled up napkin landing on the table next to her tray. Jazz was half to her feet ready to yell at whomever threw their trash at her when she saw Sam in a frilly yellow dress walking to the counter with her grandmother.

Huffing as if annoyed, Jazz settled back down and straightened the napkin. In messier-than-normal writing, Sam had scrawled the message:

I got him an old phone before he ran. His number is XXX-XXX-XXXX.

As surreptitiously as she could, she pulled out her own phone and snapped a quick picture and saved it to the encrypted folder Tucker had set up. Then she destroyed the napkin by soaking it in her unfinished pop and throwing her entire tray away, uneaten food and all.

Well, there was nothing else she could do in Amity. Might as well start the long drive back to Boston.

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It's only 90 words longer, but it flows much better and does a much better job of showing off Jazz's mental state. I used less passive voice, too, which makes the scene more engaging.

Idk, I really like rewrites. For me, they make the fic so much better even if they do take forever. At least with this one, I think I can do the rewrite with the two versions side-by-side. When I'm really not happy with my first draft, I refuse to look at it while I write the second draft because I don't want to feel like I'm forced to follow the same sequence of events just in case that was the problem with the draft. Not-looking rewrites take even longer.

#my writing #wrong number au #my writing process #my ramblings #guess i'll be working on this off and on this week

[purrbangtann]

Say cheese baby!

Photographer!darkyandere!Jungkook x oc

Disclaimer: this is a draft, and kinda anticlimactic🙂 But the tension is really thick though, my heartbeat sped up while writing this lol😭

Also, this is purely fiction, I do not believe that any of the Bts members engage in such activities, and Please don’t romanticize this type of behavior, it is toxic, unhealthy and overall yucky💁‍♀️.

Warning: dark yandere themes, Blood ( not a lot), bruise, non-con touching (not sexual), tension, anticlimax, OC is has epilepsy, OC has a seizure, catatonia, angst, JK is cuckoo in this. Use of word ‘ungodly’, short., no context, oc is bruised bcuz of Jk.

Edit: I’m definitely rewriting this lol

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No context he’s just obsessed with her.

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Let’s a go!🍄

The photographer caressed the bruised skin that discolored Aiday’s cheek. “How do you do it, Aiday.” He quietly asked, his warm breath hitting her face.

They were in the bedroom, she has been staying here since he kidnapped her.

Aiday stayed still in fright, her catatonic tendencies were both a blessing and a curse at this point.

Jungkook’s dark eyes shifted to hers.

“Aren’t you going to answer me? Sweetheart?” He asked.

Those would be such cute words if it weren’t for the person asking it.

Aiday pursed her bloody lips, “I..I don’t..know..?” She cautiously squeaked out.

He grinned, the once sweet adorable grin Aiday liked was the very one that sent chills to her skin.

“You’re so adorable..and clueless.” He muttered to himself.

He pulled away a bit, Aiday released the breath she unconsciously held.

He took his camera and took a picture of her with no warning, the flash causing her to flinch.

Jungkook kissed his teeth as he looked at the picture, “You’re going to be the death of me…”

He looked up and met the usual blank stare that Aiday emitted.

“Never I thought I’d be able to capture such…timid, acne spotted skin that I’d kill for.” He said.

Aiday stayed mute, not just because she was scared, but she didn’t understand what he was saying.

Jungkook pursed his lips and scanned her face.

The single bruise and nosebleed wasn’t enough for him, it has never been. It only made him crave for more, in a even more distasteful way.

And her eyes, those dark eyes that seemed to reach unattainable depths needed more…stories…more darkness..more trauma.

Jungkook took the camera and took a sudden picture of her with flash again,

And again.

And again

And again until he got a reaction from his statue like darling.

Her breath hitched and her torso started moving in uncontrollable manners.

The ungodly spasms that were emitted from her body had Jungkook staring at her in wonder.

Aiday couldn’t see anything but Jungkook staring at her through the dim light of her lashes fluttering.

As she was about to fall down he put his hand behind her back for support.

He pulled her closer and stared into her eyes filled with tears that were threatening to spill.

This was his own fault, if he hadn’t teased himself he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths, like taking advantage of her epilepsy and inducing a seizure on purpose.

“Stay just like this for me.” He whispered into her ear.

He pulled away and grabbed his camera again.

This time he turned the flash off and took the pictures and one video, for keeps.

The jerks made the fast gushing blood from her nose move everywhere.

The lens. Her cheek. And the photographer’s lips.

Oh and he loved it.

Adored it even.

Aiday’s body calmed down and pretty much collapsed out of exhaustion.

She has never had long seizures but this one felt like hours.

Jungkook sighed and reached for her hand but Aiday was quick to pull it away and crawl away from him.

He frowned and cocked his head to the side, “Don’t run away now..” He quietly whined as he crawled towards the girl that was blocked by the wall.

He was slow in his race towards Aiday.

Anyone seeing this scene would’ve seen the predator like demeanor he had in her presence. The slowness he had was painful and unbearable, he was living it vividly, loving it as Aiday trembled with no way to go.

Jungkook trembled with the amount of different scenarios that polluted his mind, pure adrenaline courses through his veins.

When he was close to her face, the tip of their noses touched.

She stared at him, but it wasn’t blank and void anymore. No, it was tainted, her eyes didn’t stay focused, they were impure and polluted.

Jungkook’s lips parted,

“Are you scared of me..Aiday?”

He himself didn’t know why he was asking the poor girl such a question, the tears blending with the stained blood on her face answered it for her, but he didn’t want to interpret it. No, he needed for her to say it, he needed to hear it, from her.

Aiday gulped as his widened dark eyes bore into her soul.

Jungkook held her cheek, “Come on..say it already.” He whispered.

His heart jumped at his chest frantically, if it wasn’t attached to the rest of his body it would’ve surely jumped out already.

Aiday and Jungkook panted, Aiday could hear her heartbeat in her ears, he could feel his heartbeat in all the places that were just..wrong.

The absence of words from Aiday drove him crazy.

“Fuck Aiday stop it, say it already!” He growled, gripping her cheek even harder.

Jungkook normally was a master at keeping things slow, just so he could savor it.

But it was different with Aiday, no matter how big he was in comparison to her.

She was slower.

The clouds went out the way and let the sun shine, the light made the room clearer.

I can’t say the same for the atmosphere, it was dark and tense.

He hovered over her and stared her down, making her feel even smaller, like a predator playing with his prey.

He put his free hand on the wall, trapping her. “Aiday~” he let out, no telling if was supposed to be a growl or a whine.

By now the cheek in his hand already bruised, perfectly contrasting his white kunckles.

Aiday looked down and slid her tongue across her chapped lips.

“…”

——-

Told you it was anticlimactic😁 idk what to write here😱🔦

#oneshot #yandere #yandere jjk #yandere bts #jjk angst #bts angst #anticlimactic #ffs #draft dump #jungkook x oc #jungkook fic #jungkook #bts jk #jungkook angst #english #black reader #poc reader #messed up

[practicecourts]

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

Hi Anna, thanks for the ask. I found this hard to answer. I've answered it once here (for a whole scene that's now posted so that's the final version ;-)

I think I'm not at the stage where I feel my writing hinges on just the one word or the one sentence (I think that if I felt that way, I would just keep re arranging words and lines and words and be on an endless loop of editing, deleting and rewriting the same thing. I need to focus more on the bigger picture, for it to stay fun. from a chapter of Hope Lupin's story there's a part I struggled with and that I now like the result of. (so I knew I wanted to show how Remus is essentially the same, because he is. but also everything is different now, since he will be living his life with this disease. This is before Hope can really grasp the magnitude of that and she has her son back at home, looking as if he's healed but she knows things won't be the same. I've spent a long time thinking about changing teeth bc wolves and humans have a very varied timeframe in which that happens, it's very silly but I really like that some line about teeth remained...

Hope asks Lyall to tell her about werewolves. She wants to read about them, a book, a chapter or just some notes, anything at all to tell her what to expect. Lyall remains silent and he promises to find her magical books, but that apparently is not easy. When Remus has been in the hospital for ten days, she buys a book on astrology, and absorbs everything it says about the moon’s cycle and its phases. That's how she knows the day Remus is discharged from St Mungos is a New Moon.  His bandages have come off in the hospital, his wounds are healed enough that she can look at them without flinching of feeling ill. She learns how to apply the right ointments although she doubts even magic will have an effect on the scars that run across his body. With his clothes on he looks almost the same as before, only a bit paler. When he comes home the dogs greet him as they always do. The leader of the pack, Brenin, follows him up the stairs, before Lyall calls him back down. That's something that's never happened before, but other than that, it's almost as if nothing has changed. His teeth look the same, there’s still a gap, where his first tooth fell out a few weeks ago and the small edge of a new one is perhaps more clearly visible. Sharper.  On Remus’s first night back home, she sits in the darkness, staring up at the black sky, at a moon she knows is there, but can't see. Just like her son’s disease.

continue reading on ao3

#hope Lupin #end of year writer's asks #about writing

[warmaidensrevenge]

Quick blurp because I just finished Catherine the Great.

Paul x fem!plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

I'm rewriting this. I feel like Paul needs a friend to call him out. And Catherine is being such a poop

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of death, and not proof read and no word count

Summary: Paul loves you. But you are promised to another.

🏰😮‍💨

Paul was really being a brat today.

" I hater her! God I hate her." Paul whined

You sat in his dressing room rolling your eyes.

" Shut it. You don't hate her."

" Oh yes I do. Watch I'm not going to have any time after the party. She's going to force me to marry."

" Well don't you want an heir?"

" well of course I do. I would just like to be in love."

You scoffed. " Well maybe you will grow to love whomever it is."

" I prefer it to be someone I have known for a while. Like you for instance. Someone who tells me the truth. Someone who has been a good friend to me like you have."

" Well maybe if you talked to other people other than me and Nikita then you probably would find a nice girl."

" Do you really think my mother would allow me to marry someone who wouldn't benefit her in some way?"

" She is your mother. I'm sure she would want you to be happy."

" I'll be happy once she's gone."

" PAUL! That is enough. You're lucky to have a parent left."

" I wish it was my father. Is it so wrong to want him next to me?"

" Of course not. But Paul, he is gone."

" I know that!"

"Alright watch your tone."

" Excuse me?"

" Stop acting like a child. You twat."

" You cannot speak to me that way. I'm your future Emperor."

"Oh fuck you. I will speak to you any way that pleases me. If you're going to act like a shit. I am going to tell you. Regardless of who you are."

Paul stared you down for a moment before he smiled.

" See that's why I love you."

" You ought too. I am a great friend. If you didn't love me, then I would have to find myself a new best friend. Hmm maybe Pyotr."

" That buffoon? Absolutely not!"

" Why not? He's quite handsome."

"He's an idiot."

" I don't need them smart. As long as they listen."

" You're joking?"

" Of course I'm joking. You know you're the only one for me." You gave him a grin.

" Right. And you're my best friend. You're only allowed to have one."

" Ha. Well I'm glad I picked a good one then."

...

Paul loved you the moment he first laid eyes on you. He was sitting up on the balcony with his mum when he saw you in a beautiful emerald green dress with gold embroidered swirls throughout. You looked like royalty. The most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. He asked permission to court you. His mother said yes but you said no. He was shocked to say the least. Who wouldn't want to be courted by royalty? You made it quite clear you had no intention of marrying so soon. That was almost 10 years ago. Though you continued to reject his advances you did become his friend. Writing letters to each other for months getting to know one another. Which only brought you closer to him. You were taking his flirtatious attitude as jokes after years had passed. But he was never joking.

Tonight was his coming of age ceremony and he was dreading it. He knew after tonight he would be looking at pictures of eligible women. None of which he knew he would want.

"So you plan on stealing me away from the party?"

" You want to leave a party that is being thrown just for you? "

" I just want to be with you."

" Well if you promise me 2 full dances and do your best to keep the old perverts away from me. Then I will pretend to faint. Then you can escort me home "

" Deal"

...

As Paul predicted his mother had Nikita show him a few women. He wanted none. He was hoping to see your painting. But you weren't there. He knew he had to marry someone. He only wished it was you.

His marriage with Natalia was nothing more than a political move. However he did try to give his mother an heir. He saw less and less of you on Natalias request.

His mother threw her annual gender swap party. Normally you never went but this time you came. You looked amazing dressed as a man. When you saw him you were consumed by laughter.

" You make a beautiful woman your Excellency. Lavender is surely your color." You giggled.

" You think so?" He said looking down at himself

" Absolutely"

You exchanged smiles.

" So how's the married life?"

" Not at all what I expected....She's with child."

Your eyes widened and you had a grin. Your actions hurt him.

" You're going to be a father? Oh Paul, that's wonderful."

He wanted to hug you and apologize for it. But he fought the urge.

" It is wonderful. I just wish it was with you."

" Stop it. It's no time for jokes."

He gave a nervous smile. " Right"

" Umm Paul. Is that what I think it is?" You said nudging behind him

He turned to see Pyotr talking to his wife. Rather closely. He turned to look at you.

" They are just friends."

"Looks more than that."

" Christ, you sound like my mother!"

" She noticed too?"

" Why can't you two just mind your business?!"

" What the hell is your problem? I'm just trying to be a friend!"

" Well I don't need anymore friends!"

He didn't mean it. He instantly regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He had a suspicion about his wife. But he was too busy to actually notice what was going on. Constant bickering with his mother and the information and conversations he had with Nikita, took up most of his time. But now that you were here and you saw it, it only made him angry. First his mother and now you.

"You are such a child it's ridiculous! If that's how you want it then so be it."

You walked away from him and left.

...

His life was falling apart. Paul just lost his wife and child. He was viewing the bodies when you came. You had approached with caution. The last time you saw him was at the party. He was leaning over Natalia kissing her. You looked at Catherine and she nodded in approval for you to enter.

" Paul." You said just above a whisper.

He turned to you with tears streaming down his face. He came to you quickly embracing you.

" Oh Paul. I'm so sorry."

He just held you firmly sobbing.

He laid in bed for days. With you visiting every other day. He was getting better after his mother showed him the love letters. She had told him it was time to move on. So he decided he was going to make you his wife.

He was sitting in the lounge waiting for your arrival. He already had a ring and had the room filled with your favorite flowers. But when you didn't show he went to find you. He waited in your parlor as you descended from the stairs. You looked ravishing.

"Paul."

" My love. Why did you not come to see me."

"I'm terrible sorry. I had an unexpected visitor."

" Oh?"

" Yes. It has been arranged that I am to marry."

" WHAT?!"

" Yes. You're mother has arranged a marriage to a Duke in Paris."

" No! That's not possible."

" Well according to your mother and my father it is."

"No no. Absolutely not."

" Paul? I thought you would be happy for me."

" How could I be? You are suppose to marry me."

"I beg your pardon."

" That's why I asked you to come see me. I was going to propose."

You huffed. " Why? I don't understand."

" Because I love you."

You were quiet for a moment. " You're mother would never allow it. Besides what benefit would she gain from us marrying?"

" I do not care? I want to be with you."

" No. I'm sorry Paul. I have a promise to upkeep. If I do not. Then your mother cannot join the two empires."

" She has enough power already!"

" Listen to me. I will do as she commands. I am sorry. But even if I did love you. We still cannot get married."

He was upset. He left you to speak with his mother.

" HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? You knew I loved her. How could you give her away?"

" Son it is for the best. Do you really want an heir with her?"

" What is so wrong with her? She is beautiful, kind, smart, and so loving."

" And fat. You want a fat unsightly boy running these halls?"

" How dare you! You of all people should know better. You married my father. And you are fucking that hideous choad."

"You stupid boy! You watch your tongue. Or I will have it."

" No. I will not be silent. I love her. Why won't you let me be happy? I married once for you. I will not do it again."

" Yes you will!"

Catherine turned to leave.

"y/n will be my wife. And you will not stop me!"

She laughed and continued to leave.

He went to you that night. Making his way to your room.

" Paul you cannot be here."

" No. I need you to hear me. Do you remember when I first saw you?"

You shook your head.

" We were at an opera. You were wearing this beautiful green dress with gold. Your hair pinned up with emerald jewels. You were the most incredible woman I have ever seen. I have loved you since. I asked to court you then remember?"

" I remember your servant asking in your behalf. But I refused."

" Why?"

" Because I never even met you. And I was in love with someone.

" Who?"

" It doesn't matter. It was so long ago."

" Please tell me."

You hesitate. " I don't remember much about him. I don't even recall what he looked like. But the one thing that I could not forget was this pendent he wore on his breast collar. It was a rare diamond wrapped in gold. It has this green swirl in it. It looked like smoke. The only time I have ever seen that before is the one my mother used to have. My father gave her a necklace with the exact same stone. She was buried with so I'm unable to show you. But it was remarkable. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. It felt like my mother was sending me a sign. As if this was my one true love. I had hoped to find him after but I never saw him again. I searched for him for months. But I started to forget his face. So I looked for the pendent. But never finding the man who wore it."

Paul smiled. You had saw the love of your life that night too.

" Y/n. Do you still love him?"

" I-I...I know it's ridiculous but I would like to see him again. Get to know him."

He came closer to you and pulled back he coat revealing a pendent. Your eyes widened at the sight.

" No it can't be."

" It is a rare diamond. There are only 2 in all of Russia. This one was my father's. I only wear it on the anniversary of his death."

You were in shock. So much so that you couldn't speak.

" You see. We were meant to be together. I love you my darling. Please be with me. You know who I am now. We don't need to waste any more time."

" We can't. I gave my word to the Duke."

"Yes we can. We can get married tonight."

" Tonight?"

" Yes. I will find someone to marry us."

" No we can't. I-"

" Tell me you don't love me. Tell me you never thought about us. Tell me you never wished to be with that boy from the opera. If you can. Then I will leave and you are free to be with the Duke."

" But your mother."

" I don't care about her. I want you."

You took a deep breath and nodded. You knew you loved Paul. But never did you think that this would be happen. Paul has been the one you longed for. And he wants you.

He found someone who was willing to go against his mother's wishes. After the vows he took you to an inn so that no one would be able to find you.

Once in the room he kissed you. It was everything he dreamed it would be. He felt your body tense as he held you. He pulled away to see why.

" Do you not want to do this?"

You swallowed. " I'm sorry Paul. I don't know what I'm doing. You know I never have laid with a man. I'm just worry that after you will regret marrying me"

" Never! I will always love you. If you would like, we can always wait."

" I would never dream of denying my husband."

" Your husband. I love that. I should have always been your husband."

You smiled sweetly. " Make love to me, husband."

...

The next morning Paul and you were dragged back to the palace by his mother's guard

" Have you any idea what you've done?!

Paul tried to speak but she wouldn't let him.

" You stupid child. You have cost me an alliance. I should have you both hanged." She walked right up to you and Paul moved to stand between you two. " You better give me an heir."

Catherine walked away and Paul faces you.

" I'm sorry love."

You just smiled. "Let's go give her an heir."

Paul smirked and pulled you into his room.

Months had went by and you still weren't pregnant. Not from the lack of trying though. In all honesty Paul didn't care. He didn't want to share you with a child just yet. He had went to get a maid to provided you guys some substance after a quick love session. But he found his mother instead.

"You see. I told you not to marry her. She can't even have children. You've spoiled everything. And for what?! Love? It's ridiculous! She is not meant to be in this family!"

" That's enough! You will not speak about my wife that way."

" Stupid boy. Who do you think you are talking to?"

"STOP IT!"

Paul and Catherine turned to find you at his bedroom door in a robe.

" That is quite enough. When will you two stop bickering like children?"

" How dare you!" Catherine scolded. " You are a guest here. Quiet or I'll have someone cut out that tongue"

" I will not!"

" Sweetheart please. Let me handle this." Paul begged.

" No. I have had it with you two. Always fighting over such small things. I will not stand here and allow this to continue. You will fix this relationship. You must! Because I refuse to let my child grow in this environment."

Catherine and Paul were in complete shock.

" You're with child?" They both said in unison.

You grabbed your belly. " Yes. I have not had a cycle for two months now. I was planning to see the doctor today to confirm it."

Paul came to hugged you.

" Seems like you're not useless after all." Catherine sneered and left.

" A baby?"

"Yes Paul my love. A baby."

...

After your son was born, Catherine would always try to take him away. But you wouldn't allow it. It wasn't until she threatened to keep him while she sent you two away for a diplomatic mission, that's when you finally put your foot down

" He will stay here with me. The road is not for an infant."

" Absolutely not! He is MY SON! You will not keep him from me. I will not have a wet nurse feed my child. And if you continue with your nagging I will make sure you never see him again. Do you understand me?!"

" You cannot speak to me this way girl! And you will not keep my grandson away from me."

" I will speak to you as I please. I do not care who you are. You will not take my son away from me. I am his mother and you of all people should know a child should be with his mother. "

Catherine was speechless. No one has ever spoke to her that way. Paul has tried but it was frivolous. She believed you when you said you would keep her grandson away. She didn't stop you while you entered the carriage with the baby. Paul stood there in disbelief. Catherine went to him and whispered.

" She is good for you. I'm glad you chose her. I like her." She smiled

"Uhh thank you."

...

#fanfic #paul #paul x reader #plus size reader #catherine the great #paul x plus size reader #joe x reader #joseph x reader #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x plus size reader #joseph x y/n #joseph x plus size reader

[entity-unknown7]

Hayo. I'm the creator of a story called "Not all as it seems." Which is a story I randomly made on wattpad because I was bored. But my account eventually got lost and it can't be continued anymore so I'm going to rewrite it here because my babes Kaydenn sent me a post of Akari and Yeri and now I must continue to write with it starting from the beginning. BECAUSE I CAN. :3

Akari's pov:

I stood in my room. Blankly staring down the camera in the corner of my room. I think it's creepy but he insists to have it here. I try my best to ignore it but it's hard to get dressed for school when there's a suspension that he could be watching. So I grab my school uniform and step out of my room to change in the bathroom, which gladly has no camera. I put on my school uniform and step out of the bathroom. I walk into my kitchen and look around only for my attention to be drawn to another camera. I don't bother eating today so I flip off the camera and run out my front door.

I find myself on the street and I start walking towards school. I hold the strap of my bag tightly. I feel like I'm being followed but I turn around and see nothing. I'm too paranoid.. I've always felt uncomfortable walking alone. Ever sense that day it's just been... awful to think about. I look down at my feet as I walk before reaching into my bag to look at a paper my... "Boss." Gave me. It's just another girl to take down, just for his own enjoyment.

I look at the picture and name carefully. "Yeri...Nakaya..?" I read to myself out loud. That's a new one. Luckily we go to the same school so this should be easier than last time. Sense I don't have to track them down or anything. I look at the picture again. It shows a girl with an ashy red hair color and almost lavender colored eyes. She's pretty but it's not like we'll talk for long. I slip the Paper back into my bag and blow my pink colored hair out of my eyes.

I sigh when I finally make it to school. It's so big and well- it looks like a school. I walk to the courtyard, which is just some open space with a few trees. I made it earlier than I usually do. Only 15 minutes until the doors open so I look around for this red haired girl.

Soon enough I spot her. She's leaning against a tree and she looks half asleep. I get slightly concerned for her well-being but I shake the feeling off. I hesitantly walk up to her, not wanting to startle her with my random showing to her.

"Uhm- Hello. Your Yeri, right?"

I say, clearly nervous when speaking to her. I smile softly, like I want her to pity me or something. Her eyes open and she looks down at me which immediately makes me self conscious about my hight.

"Yea? Do I know you..?"

Yeri asks me in a clearly tired state.

"No, you don't. But I'd love to get to know you."

I say in a joyful tone. I'm only trying to flirt for the possibility that he might let me go. It's not like I'm interested in this target.

"Well it's nice to meet you then. You are?"

She says as she gives me a tired smile as well as holding her hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Akari! Akari Hayashi."

I answer as I take her hand to shake it. Smiling as I do so.

"Sooo.. I can't help but be curious. Would you maybe want to come over to my place and hangout after school?"

I ask her. Hoping Yeri doesn't find my sudden request to be weird or suspicious.

"I guess so. It's not like I have anything better to do."

She responds with a slight smile.

I nod. Trying to seem happy and excited. As I walk off to go to class I can't help but feel terrible about what I have to do. She seems like such a nice girl and my only intention is so cruel.

I wish it was different..

(Lmao, I hope you enjoyed that. I know there is no context yet but that comes in the next time I write. Bye bye for now! :3 )

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

oh my god oh my god, i’m wearing my dress on saturday!! tree we are officially living in parallel universes. also your dress sounds so pretty, go live your best cottage core life bestie! (also we totally took dumb photos at prom that is a thing that happened, it’s now canon in the tree-indi universe)

the world is tiny and there’s are a reason it spins in circles- i’m so freaking happy you got to meet your friend!! and come out to them!!

also at prom i met an acquaintance from middle school who got me into the queer side of the internet. and we weren’t friends or anything but i still cried and hugged her when i saw her. there are just some people in the world who completely change your life.

*also every time you mention coming out to more people, just know i’m rooting for you! ilysm harsha!*

awww tree, you partner sounds so sweet, i’m so happy for you babe!! the only telugu terms of affection i know come from movies lmao, but my favorite is banagru konda- like a mountain of gold! that’s so cute! <3

honestly, leave your mark bestie. also i graduated high school and i wrote my initials on the wall, so i understand the urge to be remembered lol.

*rests chin on top of your head cause your itty bitty* mWah! mWah!

i wrote half of this ask like two months ago and finally sent it today, so srry it’s been forever, but tell me what you’ve been up to! 🥰

- indi <3

grrr this is the sixth time i'm rewriting this tumblr better work now!!

YESS WE MATCH!!!!!! it was super fun, i spent a lot of time on the lake and got to talk to one of my friends for hours so i was really happy. we did take photos and we goofed off in a photo booth and all our pictures look horrible but we love them!! hugging you!!!!!!!!!!!

omg.............. youre so right. how dare you blow mind with only a few words im kissing you rn >:( !!!!!!!!!!!! it was really nice to be able to talk to them after so long and it felt so surreal bc like. we're both completely different people now and its like i know i know you but i dont really know you anymore but i still want to connect with you anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!<333

awhhh im so happy for you!!!!! imagine how strange it would be if you hadnt known them, we never would have met!! :( that is too scary to think about i love you too much and youre the bestest. truly i am mad the whole world doesnt know you but im quite content to have you allllll to myself 🥰

*awh im rooting for you too!! and also to myself. if it werent for the tiny tree hanging upside down from my ribcage and swearing at me, i would not even be here. thanks spideytree! u r a real one. i love you more*

they ARE and i love them to pieces<33 i completely forgot about bangaru konda!! im adding it to my list. no one has ever used pet names for me so the only ones i know are from movies too!! be glad i didnt start singing bangaru kodi pitta honestly. no hate to jeevi garu, but. that song fucks in ways i do not want it to fuck. also i recently remembered chiluka, like parrot so im going to use that too.

CONGRATULATIONS!!!! are you excited to leave, or more nervous about the future? give me ALLL the details ilysm!! with your encouragement i will write tree all over the place! or maybe i will draw little trees everywhere? well i cannot draw. much to think about!

*reaches up on my tippy toes and still barely reaches your shoulders (youre 5'6", right?) and gives you a little kiss on your shirt* mwaH! mwaH! mwah!

dont worry, i love hearing from you no matter what<33 ilysm<3

my internship started monday! we're virtual every day minus thursdays, the first day, and the last day. its really fun, i get paid to sit around and listen, and raid the snack bar every hour!! im living. truly in my gwen stacy era. also one of the facilitators is really hot 😳 he's colombian but he grew up in greece so he's got this cute accent and he told me i had a kind gaze and thats why he's been inadvertently staring at me when he talks to the group of us. we got into an argument over time travel and free will today (plus a couple other interns) and he's super smart and we were literally yelling at each other for 15 minutes straight and the other facilitator had to come break it up bc the five of us were about to brawl lmao. its been really nice!

also im working my way through a ninjago rewatch and im taking more of a liking to cole now, where before jay and kai were my favorites. kai is still top tier but cole is very quickly climbing up. they are so gay!!!!!!!!! *froths at the mouth* IM EATING THEM

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! stay safe and have fun and give the moon a kiss before you go to bed and i will give the moon a kiss before i got to bed and it will be like we are sending kisses to each other!!<33333

#also im craving pani puri so much bc of the ms marvel episode im going to DIE #do you watch ms marvel? #indiphannon #asks #the tree speaks