Your mother and her two shiny new kids were in your apartment, and he'd walked into a mess. The kind of tangled web of pain and shared history that he was all too familiar with.
And you look backed into a corner. Hunted. Even while you're trying to stay smiling and composed. Polite, even kind to kids who are trampling all through your stuff and dragging out anything they can get their hands on.
"Looks like you're doing pretty good for yourself," your mother said.
Andrew's stomach tightened. There it was. She wasn't here for you. She was here for money.
"I get by," you say shrugging. "It's expensive to live out here-"
Smart girl, Andrew thought, nodding approvingly. Taking a deep breath. Keep your hand in. He stayed in the Bathroom for a second longer. Waiting until-
"Well," she countered, "this is a big place. If Randy and I moved out here with the kids we could help. The kids would need a room, of course. And Randy and I would have to take-"
"No," Andrew said coming down the hall, coming back to sit at the table. His voice low. Rough. "Y/N's lease says no one can live here unless they're originally listed."
"We're family-"
"And I'm her landlord," He said folding his hands on the table, fixing her with a level look. They were NOT going to throw you out of your room. They were NOT going to use you as an ATM. You were going to keep your money and any of his he could give you. "I said no. No exceptions. I don't manage fucking slums."
"Are you going to let him talk to me that way?" she challenges you.
The way you bite the inside of your cheek said you probably wouldn't tell him to spit on her if she was on fire. Instead, you smile, "I think it's time for you guys to go home. I gotta get cleaned up and get to work."
"Sissy!" a voice. The 12-year-old. Her eyes are supposed to look big and sweet but there's a calculation in her smile that Andrew knows too well. "Do we have to leave?"
"Yeah. Unless your mom wants you to get a crash course in some grown-up stuff really quick."
Your mom. Not our mom.
"But I wanted you to teach me guitar," she pouted, hanging on you, glancing towards her mom.
And Andrew doesn't miss that she smiles in encouragement. Clumsy.
"There's YouTube for that. Or your mom can find you a teacher."
Good girl. Don't let them corner you. You love music. It's your first love. You play all the time. Sing all the time. Like breathing. Don't let them take it.
"But-"
"Y/N said she has to go to work," Andrew cut in rolling his eyes.
Your mother's eyes narrowed as she looked between you where you started gathering up backpacks and making sure none of your setup is missing because they "needed" it and Andrew sat nursing a beer. Taking stock.
He'd already inventoried your setup and knew exactly where to find anything you needed. But he didn't say she'd never have a chance to snatch anything from you. He just shrugged and said, "I like getting my rent on time."
You shoot him a look no one else sees. Nose crinkled. You think he's acting like this for you. And he is. Mostly. It makes his lips twitch. But another part of him just can't have anyone else messing around oh HIS turf.
Especially not when he already decided that this was going to be a safe place for you to run to. And it isn't safe with them here.
After an accident leaves Eddie with amnesia, Buck takes him home to recover, and in the absence of his memories, Eddie reveals parts of himself he’s kept hidden for years.
His throat burns. He’s stiff. And he doesn’t know where he is.
Maybe he should panic, but the grogginess is bone-deep and leaden, so he just lies in the comfort of the fog buoying him in this liminal space until the blurred shapes of the world make themselves known. First, it’s the window, telling him it’s likely morning. Then, it’s the tube in his hand and the machine beeping softly to his left, telling him he’s hurt. And finally, it’s the man with curly hair sitting in a chair right next to the hospital bed with an arm in a sling, asleep, telling him he’s not alone.
“Hello,” he tries, but his throat is too dry, so he coughs instead.
It hurts like hell, but it does the job. The man jolts awake with wide, red-rimmed eyes. They’re watery, bloodshot, and blue. He has a birthmark, or something, over the left one.
“Eddie,” he breathes more than says.
you fall asleep on soobin's chest most nights, curled against his side with your head either on his shoulder or resting on the pillow right next to it, your soft breath blowing across his skin. and sometimes, when your hormones run hot and high or your unconscious mind takes you to naughty memories, soobin feels you grind against him.
soobin, who stays up later than you, often struggling to sleep even with you right beside him, letting you cuddle into him while he quietly scrolls with his phone brightness turned down. soobin who feels your hips slowly roll against his thigh, who notices the quiet whines as your sleeping body tries to find release against his.
the first few times this happened he was too scared to do anything, to wake you up or help you out. watching with baited breath as your tired hips slowly rubbed against him, soft sighs fanning out across his skin as you finally found release. tucking your hair away from your face when you smiled, snuggling deeper into him
but tonight, oh, his poor baby can't seem to find release all on your own. but you were so, so tired when you came home and he doesn't want to wake you, so he locks his phone, setting it down before sliding his hand between your legs, cupping you gently over the thin sleep shorts you wore to bed. the sigh you make as your hips find purchase against his palm is so loud he thinks he's woken you up, but you haven't. still sleeping, you lean into him, full body pressing against the length of his, hard against your soft as you chase your dreamy release. when you cum, soobin can feel the warmth spread out from your core, damp against his fingers, wonders how you'll feel in the morning, if you'll dream of his touch.
Summary: The CoD guys and Valeria's reaction to you being hit on at a club.
Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, König, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, John Price, Valeria Garza, all x gn!reader
Rating: SFW
Word count: 800ish
Ghost
He gets jealous really easily, he doesn’t like sharing you at all. Still, usually he’ll just stand somewhere where he can see you well, arms crossed in front of his chest and waiting for you to reject the person.
The moment you’re with him again he’ll have an arm tightly around you, pulling you as closely to him as he can, proving to himself that he is the only one who gets to do this with you.
If the person is too persistent he will go into guard dog mode. He would absolutely break someone’s bones for you.
Soap
He gets jealous too, but he always tries his very best to not show it. He knows in his core that he is your one and only and would never betray him so he will just push the feeling down and look forward to you being back by his side.
He will absolutely make fun of the other person once it’s just the two of you, can’t believe a guy like that thinks he could get with you… So delusional, hm?
König
He doesn’t really go out much in the first place and when he does, he is pretty much attached to you at the waist and no one dares hit on you when you are with that mountain of a man.
If it does happen, because you went to quickly grab a drink or went to the bathroom, he will start spiraling quickly. He already has a lot of anxiety about you leaving him and the moment he sees you speaking with someone else his alarm bells go off, that it’s finally happening and he won’t be the one you’ll go home with today.
He wants to intervene, but he doesn’t dare to, he can just watch, but he feels better immediately when you finally get rid of the other person, rolling your eyes and giving König a bright grin, mouthing “what a weirdo” towards him and immediately get on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.
He’ll make sure to not let go of your hand for the rest of the night and be as affectionate as possible.
Price
He’s super relaxed about it, just standing in the corner sipping his beer and waiting for you to deal with it. He finds it incredibly attractive how well you handle yourself.
He also takes it as a compliment that other people find you that attractive, but of course he is the one you ultimately go back home with.
Can’t blame them, honey. You look out of this world.
Gaz
He tries to not let it bother him, but it always does. He is always afraid you’ll leave him and he has had some bad experiences in the past with other people that sensitized him to it.
You know about that so you always make sure to shut down the other person as quickly as possible to get back to his side again.
You can tell that he is unhappy when you come back but once you pull him in for a kiss, still in view of the person who hit on you, he feels better immediately.
Valeria
The types of places she takes you out to are full of people that know you belong to her and wouldn’t dare hit on you. You stay by her side anyway so there is barely any chance for someone to try and hit on you.
If it does happen she gets very possessive. Has pulled a gun on someone who got inappropriate with you before and would absolutely do it again.
Rudy
He will watch on with a grin. He trusts you completely and he knows you’ll handle it.
If the other person is too persistent, he might get involved, a cold smile on his lips as he yells across the bar. Sorry, dude. They’re not into blonds. Believe me, I’d know.
Will be extremely relaxed up until the point where he sees you get uncomfortable with the other person’s behavior. He will get really heated when he sees you struggle and has beaten up someone before, smashing them against the bar and hissing at them to get some damn manners before he breaks their ribs.
Alejandro
Alejandro knows you can deal with it yourself but he still likes to be present as a safety net so you don’t have to feel on your own in case things go wrong.
Usually will come up to you and just listen in, putting an arm around your waist if you seem uncomfortable. Usually the other person gets the hint by then but if not he’ll get involved.
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𓏲𝄢 𓈒 hello! i am rylin! . if we are not close, please call me rylin, if you are close you may call me any nickname i’ve had in the past!! if you are new, please call me rylin as i don’t know you/want to get to know you…
i’ve been here on tumblr for little over a year, year and a half maybe even longer ? i am taken by my beautiful baby sky , whom i post about here and there! i am now a sophomore in highschool , so there i times where i randomly disappear !
i am a fanfic writer and i write for four different fandoms (cortis, enhypen, katseye and stray kids) i am also writing for 1 separate person as of now and that is alysa liu!
i have been diagnosed with anxiety, ptsd and depression so at times i have episodes and i am not in the right mindset to be funny or play games, so at times im very distant.
Another step on Day's adventures brings him to the AppleFates AU but this time with a goal in mind and a new device to help him with his mission.
Day and Midnight are owned by me
AppleFates is owned by @applefates
Reference by: _Doodles_I_Guess_
Wordless/Half-shaded bellow along with small oneshot/snippet I came up with while drawing this piece.
Day was surprised to discover how easy it was to get into this Multiverse compared to others, though he wasn't entirely sure if it was because of the device he'd been given in the last Multiverse or if it was because the barrier into this specific Multiverse was already weak. Whatever the case, it didn't strain his magic nearly as much as the other jumps had and he didn't end up in a random AU but instead made it to the target AU.
Though, that didn't mean he was exactly 'fight ready' when his feet hit the ground. He had no idea what this 'Dream and Nightmare' would be like but the fact that Dreamtale was very much alive in this Multiverse implied there might be some fight if he just showed up demanding answers. So, despite his instincts to just charge head first into the village, he stayed on the outskirts for a while, gathering whatever information he could without getting too close.
To start, the tree was very much alive and well cared for unlike the tree back home which he had finished cutting down after his brothers... incident. But another difference between his home and this new Dreamtale was the hill in which the tree rested on, which seemed to have been hollowed out and turned into a house of some kind. Not a cabin like the one that Day had back home but an in-ground home with a circular blue door and a garden made up of thick bushes covered in pink flowers. The village itself looked like most other villages he'd seen in the past, full of people who walked in groups, went about their lives, and more often than not surrounded one specific skeleton.
Dream.
Or rather the Dream of this Multiverse who he often heard called 'Sentinel' whatever that meant. Regardless this 'Sentinel' guy was surrounded the moment he entered the village, with villagers immediately complaining about one thing or another. They used the Guardian more as a therapist and treated him with (in Day's opinion) the minimum amount of respect they could get away with! All the while the skeleton that Day had actually come looking for was nowhere to be found.
No grave.
No statue.
No sign of Nightmare.
By the time the sun had started to set, Day had seen more than enough to know that if he stayed too long he would ruin their 'story' that was going on because he was five minutes away from storming the village and showing them how to treat somebody who gave everything to take care of them. But, as many an 'Ink' had told him, he couldn't interfere too much with their stories on the search for answers. He had to make his visits as short as he could manage and make sure that he didn't derail the story with his existence.
So, with a new goal in mind he hid his bags and supplies just out of sight in a spot that would be easy for him to retrieve later, with only the essentials with him. Including the one who he was doing all of this for, who he kept strapped to his chest to ensure that no harm came to them when his back was turned. Then, he went to the little house in the hill, sat on the edge, and waited for the 'Sentinel' to arrive.
It didn't take nearly as long as he had expected to be discovered once he stepped into view, which made him wonder if maybe Sentinel had known he'd been there from the moment he arrived. Though, Day wasn't about to give away more than he had to in order to get the answers he needed.
"Who... are you?" Sentinel asked, looking Day up and down in a way that made Day immediately want to run.
He hated being sized up by other Dream's. The constant reminder that he was just a kid in over his head. Just a Guardian who failed his job so badly the balance of his Multiverse was as unpredictable as his emotions. A brother who couldn't protect his younger brother and was now being forced to walk the world mostly alone, scrambling to figure out how to keep them both alive.
Almost every other Dream he'd met on his journey's still had a brother, even if they didn't get along with him. Most Dream's were doing well as a Guardian or were at least doing their best. Most Dream's hadn't been the one to cut down the Tree of Feeling's because they were so sick of it. Most Dreams had their shit together and Day knew they could tell he was still trying to figure it out.
Needless to say, having Sentinel look him over the way he did made the insecurities claw up his spine as he instinctually glared at him.
"My name is Daydream, and I'm here for your brother's magic. Where is he?"
Well... he probably could have phrased that better if the way Sentinel suddenly became more guarded was anything to go off of.
Anyways! that's all I have for right now but little by little Day is absolutely finding himself in more and more AU's. Hopefully this all makes sense and that there aren't too many mistakes in the picture or the story. I've been sick for going on two weeks now and this is the first day I've felt well enough to work on anything and even this was pushing it.
Summary: jamie tartt fic where he has a huge crush on an actress and sees her at a richmond event and she flirts w him he’s really shy bc he likes her but they hook up after idk
Wordcount: 1.6k
A/N: didnt manage to write any smut bc this was getting way too long teehee :D general warnings for swearing.
writing comms are open!
“Oi, Tartt! Stop stalking your actress and give me some laps,” Roy yells, shaking Jamie from his reverie. Jamie is not stalking her instagram. He’s just not; because a stalker would have notifications on as they obsessively checked their profile at least four times every minute. Jamie is only checking once every five minutes, and he doesn’t even have her notifications on. So there. Suck it, Roy.
“Fine, don’t give yourself an aneurysm,” he mutters, taking a quick minute to stretch before he’s running around the pitch. He just has a crush. That’s all. A little one. He first saw you in some thriller that came out last month, and something about you had him hooked. Initially he thought it was just the character you played, a regular yet charming civilian, pulled into the crime world. After watching (admittedly, way too many) interviews, he realised it wasn’t the character. It was you.
You with your witty remarks and comments. The way you laughed good naturedly and poked fun at your costars. The way you were clumsy and scatterbrained, in a terribly endearing way.
It didn’t help that you were also gorgeous.
So, yeah. Jamie had a slight crush. It was fine, though, because you were currently based in Los Angeles (you were in a new Marvel movie) and had no plans of coming to the UK anytime soon.
“She’s right fit, though,” Isaac says, nudging Jamie as he runs past.
Jamie feels his stomach tighten with jealousy before he catches himself. Why was he jealous? He didn’t know you and you probably didn’t even know he existed. Well, maybe you did, because he was sexy and a hot football player. Did you even watch football? Would you watch it if you knew he was in it?
Jamie remembers hearing something about a parasocial relationship from Keeley and resolves to not think about you.
At least while he was training.
***
He’s spraying on cologne in the locker room when Keeley bursts in, all smiles and pep.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!”
“Is everything alright?” Ted asks, breaking away from Coach Beard who as far as Jamie could tell, hasn’t said anything but is managing to have a full conversation with Ted.
“You will not believe who I booked for this years’ Gala!”
Roy’s ears perk up at this as he slides into the conversation. “The Muppets?”
“No, Roy,” Keeley says, exasperated, “not the fucking Muppets. Only the hottest new actress on screen right now!”
At this point, all the boys have gathered around Keeley, jostling each other and trying to see the screen of her phone. Jamie fights his way to the front, and when his eyes focus on Keeley’s phone, he’s pretty sure his heart drops into his stomach.
It was you. There. With your smile and your eyes and your name and a headline.
You were coming to their Gala.
You.
He feels his heart drop into his stomach. This couldn’t be real. Maybe it was a mistype, or someone accidentally said they scheduled you but in reality you were on the other side of the globe. It was faked. It had to be.
He broke away from his team, practically running back to the changing rooms. Opening up your instagram, he pulled up your story. There, you had reposted the announcement.
Oh. Oh fuck.
***
On the day of the Gala, Jamie seriously considers hiring a stylist rather than just going with his gut. He needs to look good. Tonight is most probably one of the most important days of his life. His favourite actress, coming to his club’s Gala. Maybe, if he plays his cards right, you’ll bid on him.
Wait. Who was he kidding? He’s Jamie fucking Tartt. Of course you’ll bid on him. He could wear a trash bag and you’d bid on him, because he is just that fucking sexy.
Right?
He shoots a quick text to Keeley, desperate for a second opinion.
Me:
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thoughts? Xx
Keeley:
Ur hot babes!!
Gonna knock em dead xx
Lose the tie u look like a prick <3
He takes one last look in the mirror, running his hands through his hair. Yeah. He’s gonna show up and be so cool. He’s so cool.
***
They’re taking pictures on the carpet, and everyone can tell Jamie is not all there. He barely tells the paparazzi to take pictures of his good side, following it up with “And that’s any side.” His eyes keep darting around, every scream and shout of delight sending his stomach in knots in case you’re the one to step out of the limousine.
Maybe you just won’t show up. Maybe you were already inside.
He can’t decide which option is worse.
When he’s at the end of the carpet, about to head inside, he hears whistles and screams, different from the ones before. These sound a lot more excited, filled with more adrenaline and anticipation. Or maybe he’s just projecting.
He turns, and sure enough, you’re there.
Stunning. That’s the only thing he can think of. You smile beautifully at the photographers, working the crowd with ease. It was as if you were friends, had a solid rapport with them with the way you were conversing back and forth.
“Close your mouth. You look like a fucking basking shark,” Roy says, elbowing Jamie in the stomach.
He flinches back, giving Roy a shove in return. “Oi, what was that for?”
“You’re not gonna make a good impression with you gawking like a fucking idiot. Go say hi or something. Be fucking normal.”
Jamie sends Roy an affronted look. “I am normal, you old bastard. Just because we don’t act like how you did in the 1800s doesn’t mean I’m being an idiot.”
Roy just growls, shoving past him into the building.
Jamie takes a step forward to follow when a voice catches his attention.
“Hey! You’re Jamie Tartt, right?”
He turns on instinct, a winning smile already plastered on his face. “I’ll do autographs once—you.”
You raise your eyebrows slightly, waiting for him to go on. “Once I what?”
“You’re, um, you’re her.” He says your name, almost reverently.
Your grin widens, almost giddy. “You know who I am?”
“I follow you—” before he could say more, your manager rushes in behind you, ushering you inside. You wince at him, apologetic, before heading inside.
Jamie stands there, dumbfounded.
I follow you? That’s what he had to say? Now he really does sound like a stalker. He scrubs his hand over his face, groaning in disappointment.
He’s gonna make it up to you. He has to.
***
Inside, he sees he’s sat with Ted and Roy as well as a few other people and an empty seat next to him. He largely ignores his own table, trying to catch sight of you and not succeeding in the slightest. He huffs a sigh of annoyance, sliding into his seat.
Ted notices his glum aura, nodding sagely. “It’s the oysters, isn’t it? Because I know they have to try to make the flavour appeal to everyone but adding this much lemon is just downright insultin’.”
“It’s not the oysters, coach.”
Ted frowns. “The placemats? I was never really an eggshell white person myself but—”
“Jamie’s pining over an actress he thinks I don’t see him stalk on insta when he’s supposed to be running drills,” Roy cuts in, tired of Ted’s guessing.
“I’m not pining,” Jamie pouts, crossing his arms in a decidedly not childish way.
Before Roy could get another rebuttal out, the seat next to him is being filled, and once again he sees you, smiling at him. “Actresses are overrated,” you say, placing your napkin over your lap, “trust me.”
Jamie’s blood runs cold, convinced the universe is playing a cruel trick on him. Running into you is an absolute dream, he’d never deny that, but running into you with both Ted and Roy there? He may as well be taken out back and shot.
He must’ve been sitting there agape for too long, because before he knows it, Ted is reaching a hand over and giving yours a shake.
“Ted Lasso, it’s a pleasure to meet ya’. I absolutely loved you in that thriller that came out last June. Had me on the edge of my couch! And I know Jamie here liked it as well, he was bawling a right mess by the end of it.”
You turn to look at Jamie, and having the full force of your attention on him made him nearly choke on air. “Were you really?”
Jamie licks his lips, trying to gain some composure. “Bawling is sayin’ a lot, really. More like a reasonable cry.”
You nod along, clearly not buying it.
“I’ve been keeping up with your games this season. The goal you scored against West Ham the other day was seriously impressive. You were practically miles away from the net.”
Immediately, Jamie perked up. “You like football?”
“Well, I’m no expert, but I definitely try to watch all your games if I can.”
Jamie leans in, feeling bold and taking your hand in his. “Richmonds games? Or my games?”
You shrug. “Depends on the hair.”
He laughs, leaning back in his chair, body turned towards you. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.
