#and then realisation stops your thought process and you stare into nothing as it hits your entire body like every cell is told the reveal??

[syrinq]

spending more time forming active coherent thoughts in my brain like "how am i feeling right now?" like i'm my own therapist to gauge how the current meds are affecting me, teaching myself the habit to actually stop and think before i say or act on shit

versus just blurting out whatever comes to mind first now, because i also am getting more aware of how much thought traffic there is and i want to talk about whatever car crash occurred, resulting in more brain farts than i'd like to admit

[miley1442111]

all alone-s.reid

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summary: spencer doesn't want to get hurt, too bad it hurts you in the process

pairing: spencer reid x fem reader

warnings: spencer's a dick in this, reader puts him in his place :)

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You were the new office genius. You’d just joined straight out of the academy, but with your genius, and your experience, you’d been brought straight to the BAU. 

What experience, you may ask? 

Your psychiatry and psychology degrees, oh, and the eidetic memory, IQ of 190, and Hyperthymesia you had. 

And the experience you’d had with a certain serial killer. Your father, Jason O’Neill, had been caught a few months ago, and after that you’d been given a full-time position. You got on well with the team, though one clearly didn’t like you. Dr. Spencer Reid. Apparently he was your equal in intelligence, though you never knew, he refused to speak to you. You probably had a more bubbly personality than the BAU regularly hired, but that had been disproven upon meeting Penelope, the Technical Analyst. 

He just didn’t like you. Oh well. It wasn’t going to ruin your life. You didn’t really give a shit. 

He gave a shit. He cared far too much. 

“Spencer, I’ve got your coffee, extra sugar,” you smiled as you handed out the drinks you’d brought the team from the cafe down the road from the small police station. You handed it to him, not waiting for an answer, he never gave one.

 Emily kicked him under the table. “What’s with you two?”

Spencer rolled his eyes and went back to his book. “Nothing.”

“She’s the nicest person on this team Spencer, yet you treat her like she’s just there for decoration.”

“She’s only good for two things, getting coffee, and keeping quiet,” he snapped, not realising you were behind him. You frowned, then hit him over the head with your bag as you were walking past, not sparing him a glance. 

Honestly, Spencer was practically in love with you since the second he’d met you. You were perfect, gorgeous smile, always something kind to say, always an interesting fact on your beautiful lips. He thought he could listen to you talk forever. Your voice made his day. Your eyes on his made him feel things he never thought he’d be lucky enough to feel. 

But he’d never let his guard down again. Not after Maeve. Never again. 

He’d rather be alone, though everyday you became more tempting.

Everyday he wished he could be with you.

Everyday, just like today. 

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“Doctor,” Your voice rang through the precinct. “Aaron wants you.”

In recent weeks you’d adopted calling him ‘Doctor’, rather than Spencer. His name from your lips often went straight to his heart, he was a romantic, after all. Now ‘Doctor’ sounded clinical and impersonal. It was maddening. 

He didn’t answer, he just stared at his book, making his stand. 

“Doctor Reid, Aaron wants you,” You stated, standing beside him. “Reid-”

“Say my name,” he deadpanned, staring at his book, but not reading the words. 

“I just did,” you scoffed. “We aren’t school children, go to Aaron.’

You called everyone else by their first name, why not him? He knew the answer of course, but it still didn’t take away from his curiosity. Why had it affected you so much?

“Can you stop being a huge asshole for one day and just treat me like I’m a person and not just something here for you to fuck with? I deserve a spot on this team just like you do,” you boomed, smacking his book out of his hands. 

“I don’t think you do,” he said, standing up to his full height. 

“Well I guess it’s your lucky day because I’m leaving in a week,” you snarled back, then walked off to go back to the rest of the team. 

What? You were leaving?

Spencer caught up to you in 4 quick steps and he pulled you to the side of the corridor, shading you both from prying eyes in a broom closet. “You’re leaving?”

His eyes were frantic and… scared? You’d never seen him look at you with anything other than indifference, so this was quite the change.

“Yes.”

“Why?” He pleaded.

“Why? You are seriously asking why I’m leaving?” you sarcastically sighed. “Gosh, I guess it was that the coffee’s shit, or maybe it was the fact that I work in a hostile working environment!”

“That’s corporate bullshit-”

“No. It’s your bullshit. I have been nothing but kind to you in my few months here and every day it’s the same blank stare and shitty comments. Go fuck yourself Doctor Reid.”

You tried to pry out of the grip he had on your shoulders, but you couldn’t. He stood there, shocked and shameful at his actions. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he sighed, letting go of you to run his hands through his hair. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Yeah, you are. Now if you’ll excuse me-”

“I’m in love with you,” he admitted. 

“Pardon?” You squeaked, jaw-dropped. 

“I’m in love with you… a-and I didn’t think it was a good idea because the last time I was involved with someone like that-”

“Spencer, I don’t care. I’m leaving the BAU. For good.”

Spencer’s stomach sank. He was too late. You waited for a minute as he just stared at you. He was trying to process it, realise his mistakes,and find a way to make you stay in a 15 second window. 

“Bye Spencer,” you sighed and left him in that broom closet. 

All alone.

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[itachislbeloved]

How Dare You?

A/n: I'm working on something currently and it's taking a bit of time since it's a bit long and I don't know by when will I complete it so I thought why not to post something short.🤭

Warnings⚠️: Hair pulling, choking, slapping, slight angst, Yandere boyfriend, obsessed bf, mentions of violence (towards reader and others) and maybe more but I don't remember so pardon me for that :3

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You were sitting on the bed on your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. He was standing facing the mirror while taking off his nicely tailored coat. You looked at him in disbelief and stood up from your bed meanwhile he continued to loosen his tie around his neck.

"Why the hell would you do that? You just made a show of me there!!" You said as your frustration got the best of you. He didn't face you as he heard you speak so you took some steps towards him but stopped at a distance from him.

"I'm talking to you! You need to face me when I'm talking to you." You said in an angry voice and this time he looked over to you from his shoulder and turned his body completely towards you. He was done with removing his tie and was now opening the button of his full shirt and folding the sleeves of his right hand.

"What is it that you're so angry about?" He asked in a monotonous tone while looking at you with his chocolate brown eyes, your black eyes stared in his chocolate brown ones and you could feel your anger taking the best of you, "Yeah? Now you act like an unknown person? You don't know what you did back there?"

"Look, I don't think I did anything wrong back there. I don't know why you're making a big fuss about it." He said plainly and calmly while you were losing your patience, by now he was done with folding the sleeves of both of his hands and he now looked up at you, intensely.

"You didn't do anything wrong back there?!! Do you even realise what are you saying? You went with me to one of my friend's party and you beat the shit out of her boyfriend just because he asked me for a dance? You know he's like a brother to me and we have no romantic feelings for each other!!" You said in anger as you saw him take steps towards you. Soon he stood in front of you, those chocolate brown eyes are now a darker shade of brown but you were too agitated to notice that.

"Yeah I did that, so what? I don't trust him. Even if he's like a brother to you, I don't like him lurking around you. I don't like the way he looks at you!" He said in a slightly deep voice while looking intensely at you. You noticed the change in his tone and knew the meaning of it but you were too agitated to realise it.

"Look I don't care what you think, ok? All I care about is you and how only I am allowed to touch you, yeah?" He said as he brought his right hand up on your cheek but you pushed his hand away, "Yeah? You think I'm your possession that you can keep only to yourself?" You asked him and pushed him back by hitting on his chest and in the best of the moment, you slapped his left cheek. It didn't have much of an impact on him but surely his ego was wounded.

He looked up in your eyes which after slapping him has realised the grave mistake that you have made with his anger filled one. He clenched his jaw in anger and stepped towards you. You were scared for your dear life knowing that his anger is nothing to joke with. His eyes were staring intensely into yours and you gulped seeing his gaze.

He brought his hand up, his fingers wrapping around your throat. You realised the situation, seeing his face close to yours. "How dare you slap me? Do you even know, right now I can break your hands and no one would be here to save you from me. I did all that for you and here you are, acting like an ungrateful brat. Oh how so badly I've wished to kill him so many times and trust me, sweetheart, if he doesn't stop with his little tricks then one day I'm going to kill him for sure."

You were unable to process his words. You knew slapping him was not the right thing but his actions were making you lose your mind. You knew it was a grave mistake of slapping him. You knew you were in danger right now because his anger is nothing to joke with and you've learnt it the hard way.

"Also, I don't think you're my little possession, but I know this for a fact that you are my little possession that I can keep only to myself. So, the sooner you get this into that little dumb head of yours, things would be easier for you." You heard him say and gulped while his hands were still around your throat.

You were losing your mind by now, his words and actions and your actions were making you go all mad. His grip on your throat was making your head go all fuzzy. His other hand travelled up to your hairs and he gripped them in a tight grip. His hold on your hair was making your scalp burn.

You brought your hand up on his hand which held your hairs and gripped it in order to pry them over from your hairs. "Ahh...you're...hurting me, leave me." You moaned in pain as his grip tightened more. "Yeah? You're acting all hurt now? Never thought how hurt would I feel seeing you dance with someone else apart from me, seeing you close with someone apart from me?"

He asked in a dark voice as he brought his face closer to yours and licked the tears that escaped your eyes. You wanted to push him away but you were unable to do so. You were trapped. You couldn't do anything for yourself. "I..I'm sorry."

You said hoping he'd leave you and let go of your hairs and your throat. "Yeah? Now you're sorry? After doing all that shit you are sorry? He asked and leaned in more in you and brought his lips closer to your ear, "Sometimes, I wish to beat the shit out of you too so that way maybe you can know how much I care for you because surely by my sweet and simple ways you cannot understand, right?"

He whispered that in your ear and you gasped as you heard him, more tears escaped your eyes and you could feel your heartbeat getting faster. You could feel your heart drop down in your stomach. His words made you want to run away from him and hide somewhere far from him.

"No..no I'm so-sorry." You said hoping he will take your words and he chuckled darkly as he heard you. His chuckle made you want to run far away from him but you had no such opportunity. He brought his face back to face you and you could see his dark eyes and his sinister smile on his face.

"Don't worry, sweetcheeks, I won't do that, I won't hurt you but trust me, if it would require me to hurt you to make you understand my love for you then I will gladly do it, get it? Now say that you're sorry for your actions." He said as he let go of your hair and your throat. You coughed and wiped your tears but fresh tears continued to flow down your eyes.

"I..I'm so-sorry for my-my actions." You said as you wanted all of this to be over and wanted to rest as it was all getting too much for you to comprehend. He smiled and hugged your petite form and kissed your forehead, "It's okay, sweetheart, I forgive you." He said as he hugged you tightly and you cried in his arms. You never knew how dangerous could he be but you realised better not to mess with his anger.

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A/n: This is too bad. I didn't expect it to turn this way out but I sucked at this one and I'll try to write a better one the next time but for now I'm sorry for this oneeee😭😭

[hellodarling1357]

Becoming Parents - Cassian x Reader

My train is running 20 minutes late so here’s some Cassian x Reader headcanons while I wait

Warning: slight mention of infertility, suggestive towards the end, not proofread…

You and Cassian were the last of the IC to fall pregnant and had felt torn between watching your friend’s happiness whilst dealing with the longing for a baby of your own

After decades of trying, the two of you sat down and talked it over, ultimately deciding that maybe having a baby just wasn’t in the cards for you and that the joy of playing the fun aunt and uncle would be enough

Despite deciding that you would stop trying, the sex never halted and, if anything, because even more frequent and experimental ;)

7 months later, you were at the River House helping Feyre with their new born when you sensed picked up on a change of scent

“Feyre, are you pregnant?”

“I better fucking not be after just pushing this one out!”

“Oh weird…”

You went back to playing with the babe, thinking nothing more of it until you looked up and found Feyre starting at you, a smile spread across face and eyes glistening with tears

“What? What is it?”

“Y/N… I think it’s you. You’re pregnant”

Her smile got even bigger as you stared at her in shock

“But we gave up, we thought it wasn’t going to happen”

“Clearly all that hard work paid off” she let out a laugh, wiping the tears from her face as you blinked back at her, still processing what was happening

“I’m pregnant?”

Feyre was nodding back at you then leaped over to give you a crushing hug as you felt tears slide down your face

“I have to go, I need to tell Cass…”

Feyre was up and already pushing you out the door, tears running down her own face

You winnowed to the house you and Cassian had lived in for the last 2 decades after deciding it was time to move out of the House of Wind and get a place of your own

You found a shirtless Cassian, still clad in training leathers with sweat glistening on his chest, in the kitchen putting lunch together

“Hi sweetheart, I thought you were spending the day with Feyre? Want me to make you a plate?”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek as he walked past

“Cass…” but you were at a loss for words, staring back at your mate in shock

You got a noncommittal “hmm?” in response as Cassian pulled out a plate for you and starting putting together some more food

“Cass… I’m pregnant”

He abruptly stopped what he was doing, spinning around to look at you, his face slack from clear shock

“You’re… what? Y/N?”

You nodded at him, a smile spreading across your face as you took a few steps closer and cupped his face

“Pregnant? You’re pregnant!” He must’ve noted the change in your scent and realisation hit

Before you knew it, Cassian had you in his arms, spinning your around at he let out a deep laugh

Once your feet were back on the ground, he peppered your face with kisses before kneeling in front of you to stare at your stomach

“Hi baby, I know we haven’t met you yet, but your mummy and I already love you so, so much”

He pressed a kiss to your stomach and lent his forehead against it, you felt him take in a deep, shaky breath as you ran your hands through his hair, tears falling down your face again

Cassian stood, cupping your face in his hands and starting into your eyes

“I love you”

Then he was kissing you, all while grinning against your mouth, his now shed tears mixing with your own

You pulled away, placing a soft kiss on his cheek

“I love you too”

“We’re going to be parents”

“We are”

“I love you”

“You already said that” but you couldn’t help the wide grin that spread even further across your face

Cassian pulled you into his chest in a tight embrace, nuzzling his head into the top of yours as you held him back just as tightly

You pulled away just enough to look up at him before bringing his face back down to your own, giving him another passionate kiss

“You know, just because I’m pregnant, doesn’t mean we can’t practice for baby number 2…”

Next minute, Cassian had you in his arms, walking you both towards your bedroom, your lunch and any other plans you had for the day long forgotten

[sc0tters]

Not Enough | Anthony Beauvillier

summary: you didn’t find out about Anthony’s trade in the best way leading to the lowest point in your friendship.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, mentions of getting drunk.

word count: 1.92k

authors note: this request has been staring at me for WEEKS so I’m glad I wrote this. In my mind Tito never really left New York but for this I was willing to accept reality.

It was a friendship that nobody could have predicted.

You had met Anthony in a nightclub three years ago, a guy had been hitting on you and the hockey player was quick to come to your rescue when he sensed your discomfort.

The two of you were like chalk and cheese, he was the hotshot hockey star and you were fresh out of college trying to do your best to get by in the working world.

But that never seemed to stop the two of you as he was by your side through thick and thin and you were there for him too.

Anthony’s teammates like your friends always thought that there was something going on between the two of you, it wasn’t hard to believe that. Not when you had your own space in his closet and was found answering the door to his apartment in nothing but his T-shirt on multiple occasions.

However nothing seemed to really happen despite the few drunken kisses that you shared it was purely a platonic relationship.

He was cruel to your heart though. Well over twelve months ago you realised that you had feelings for him, it was challenging to not when Anthony brought you along to everything, every gala, every home game, every team and family event. You were his go to plus one.

The way his arm had its home around your waist of how he’d kiss your forehead whenever he said goodbye made you weak in your knees.

As time went on Anthony didn’t seem to notice how you felt, and that was arguably the worst part about it.

Over the last two weeks you had been taking a step back from him, rumours had been spreading around his place with the Islanders and the alleged move to the Canucks. Sure you tried to ignore it but the thought kept you up at night when you pictured him leaving you.

It hurt that he didn’t mention anything, the Islanders were on a roadie and it felt weird that Anthony hadn’t played on the final night.

Your gut felt weird which is why when he asked you to come over you didn’t hesitate to drop whatever you were doing to see him.

His door stared back at you as you contemplated knocking. After all these years of never knocking and just barging into his apartment you now felt out of place.

The knocks echoed in your ears as you let out a long sigh “hey,” Anthony smiled as he pulled the door open.

He looked tired, like something plagued his mind “come in,” the hockey player added as he stood to the side.

That was when reality hit you. The living room was a mess, everything in boxes and what wasn’t in them looked like it was ready to get packed soon.

Your jaw tightened as you looked around to see that the boxes traveled into the kitchen as well “what is this Tit?” You spun around to look at him again finally putting the pieces together.

Anthony sighed pushed his hair out of his face “I’m going to Vancouver.” He announced as he walked over to you.

You grew sick as your skin tensed up “when?” Your voice began to break as your lip quivered.

He remained silent “when are you leaving?” You repeated your question as you dug your nails into your palm.

Guilt seemed to finally suffocate him “tomorrow morning,” the confession was barely a whisper.

That was everything you didn’t want to hear and more “and when did you plan on telling me?” You were using all of your self restraint to not cry as you were forced to quickly process the news.

All the hockey player wanted to do was hug you as he could see the pain you felt “don’t know,” a fucked up part of his mind truly believed that he could hide it from you.

Everything you heard made you want to throw up “am I that unimportant in your life that you thought I should learn from the fucking Instagram post?” You scoffed furrowing your eyebrows as anger poured out of your ears.

You were hurt by his lack of regard for you “you are important to me,” Anthony reached out for your hand but you quickly pulled it away.

The comment only pushed you further “start acting like it then Beauvillier,” you spat as you held your hand up to stop him.

Every part of him wanted to continue the conversation but he couldn’t when there was a knock at the door “that’s the boys.” Anthony sighed as he heard Mat talk from the other side of the door “I’m going to go,” you forced a smile onto your face as you tucked your hair behind your face.

He knew it was the best thing to just let you leave, it wouldn’t be fair to reveal what was on his mind “night sweets,” Anthony mumbled placing his hands on your cheeks before he kissed your forehead.

The tears began to well in your eyes when you walked to the door “oh hey y/n!” Mat had to say that he was surprised to see you “she good?” His positive emotion was quickly changed to one of alarm when you pushed past him.

Anthony had to admit that he was proud of himself that he didn’t shed a few tears “she knows I’m leaving,” he shrugged knowing that there was so much more to it than just that.

Three months had gone by and you hated it. Sure the conversations were still there but it was like there was a mental block in them. No longer were they the ones that kept you up until four in the morning laughing until your chest hurt. But instead they were dry, mainly consisting of you congratulating him for his performances during games.

What made it worse was that neither one of you were prepared to admit that something was wrong. So you just had to deal with the pain as it kept you up at night.

This week was one that you weren’t looking forward to, Anthony was back in town and Mat sent you a ticket hoping you’d be there.

Something you didn’t know was that Anthony was in the same position as you. Sure his time with the Canucks had started off positively but he couldn’t help it when he’d score and look into the crowd hoping to see you stood there looking back at him.

Reality hit him like a rude awakening as each time he’d get close to calling you to tell you how much he loved you something told him to stop.

Somehow you managed to avoid the game when your friends pulled you into a girls night as they all agree that they couldn’t let you see him. If you did then there was no way that you’d get out of it without telling him how you felt.

Alcohol coursed through your system as the game played on the tv in the bar, just because you weren’t at the game didn’t mean that you didn’t watch it, you always supported Anthony.

You had lost your phone to one of your friends who had seen you staring at a picture that was once your lock screen for so long.

Tito wrapped his arms around you as you were in his jersey after a game when the boys surprised him with you at an away game.

The camera zoomed in onto his face as Anthony was pulled onto the bench. Butterflies broke out in your stomach as you thought about him smiling at you “isn’t he a good player?” Some guy asked as he tried to make a conversation with you.

All you could do was nod “one of the best.” You took a gulp or you drink needing it to survive through the night “shame he left New York.”

You repeated his words throughout the night up until you got to your apartment door when you pulled through your bag trying to find your keys.

Those were with your phone and as you unlocked the door, hand quickly going against your mind as it found Anthony’s contact details.

A grumble left your lips as you pressed call “hey it’s Tito, sorry I can’t take your call so just leave a message!” His voice message made you roll your eyes as you scoffed.

The beep came reminding you that you had to talk “it’s me,” you began as you sat on the floor of your apartment “you know you’re a dick right?” Your words were slurred as you let out a giggle “I tried so hard to ignore the fact that I liked you for so long.” Tears began to stream down your face.

There was still so much more that you had to say “just as I was ready to tell you I love you,” your voice broke as you wiped your nose on your hand. You sucked at your lower lip “you decided to go to Vancouver without wanting to tell me.” The reminder of how he planned it broke your heart “I don’t know why I’m telling you this cause you don’t care.” Your confessional would have gone on for so much longer but the line went dead telling you that it was the end of what you had to say.

Just when you thought that you had grown used to alcohol, your mornings after reminded you at being hungover was just as shit as the previous time.

This was no different as you woke up to the awfully loud noise of someone knocking at your door “I’m coming!” You groaned as you pushed your hair out of your face making your way to the door.

What you didn’t expect was that Anthony would be stood there. Sure you knew that he would still be in New York with the Rangers game that evening “what are you doing here?” Your eyes went wide as you saw him in his tracksuit.

The boy pushed into your apartment as his hands were shaking with nerves “you love me?” Anthony still couldn’t believe what he heard.

It reminded you of the fact that you had told him everything “if you came to turn me down-” you sighed fearing what he could possibly say next.

Anthony shook his head “I want to hear you say it to my face.” He repeated his words ignoring to what you had said.

You nodded as you shrugged “I fucking love you Anthony.” It wasn’t often that you called him by his first name, usually settling on a shortened version of his nickname.

That was music to his ears as he broke out into a huge grin “you love me,” the hockey player cooed as he walked over to you.

Through all the commotion of nerves in his head Anthony didn’t even notice that you were in one of his old training camp T-shirts, those were your favourite things to sleep in.

His excitement made you roll your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you “if you came here to gloat-” you mumbled as you furrowed your eyebrows.

What you didn’t expect was that he’d cut you off with a kiss. It was soft when you let out a mini gasp of surprise. Anthony’s lips seemed to fit perfectly against yours as you tilted your head up so that the kiss could he deepened.

“Came to tell you that I love you too.”

[yourjughead]

Fighting Exs pt 2

Sweet Pea X Reader

A/N: a cute installment I think

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You woke naturally later, the red glow of the alarm clock showed 3am. You snuggled deeper into the duvet and pillow before sitting up, confused as to where you were. The sudden upwards movement of your body had your head screaming as you groaned in slight pain, trying to bring the dim room around you into focus. Your room you realised.

“What the fuck?” You found yourself whispering aloud, scrunching your face as your hand reached for the top of your head.

“I didn't know you knew that word YN?” You leapt a little at the fright of Sweet Peas voice, you searched around the room for the source unable to see him.

“Down here” you slowly peered over the edge of the bed to find the Serpent balled up under his jacket, suitably blue from the cold.

“Whats going on?”

“You got elbowed into the top of your head, knocked you clean out, probably all the head trauma you give yourself, definitely consider bubble wrap” he stood slowly, before sitting on the edge of your bed fully clothed in what he had on in the bar.

“I don't-”

“-Kevin, Fangs and I brought you back here, he said your parents were away, you did wake up a few times since then. Serpent medic looked you over, they didn't think you needed the hospital, to be honest I don't think they wanted you to get all of them into trouble for drinking underage” he confessed, reaching for the bottle of water he set out earlier for you and passing it to your hand.

“Fangs and Kevin are downstairs…sleeping…. allegedly-” he grinned at you and you gave a half laugh.

“-I stayed up here in case you got sick or needed something” his sincerity cut through your growing headache as you placed back down the water.

“How'd I even get an elbow into the head?” You found yourself laughing at the thought.

“I'm not sure….maybe someone you know and definitely shouldn't be mad at…is really bad at dancing….” he said shyly, turning for a moment from you to hide his smirk.

“Oh my god” you swung the pillow you had laid asleep on at him, he instantly put his hands up in a truce. You both laughed out loud at the whole ordeal. He reached to take your weapon from you, a hand catching your wrist in the process. The cold of his fingers burned through your skin and you flinched a little under it, he released instantly.

“You're freezing Sweet Pea”

“Nothing I'm not used to YN, don't worry, I should probably go and get Fangs and bounce” he went to move, stopped only by your voice.

“No stay!” You said almost too eagerly, earning another smirk from Sweet Pea.

“I mean…don't go downstairs to them, you never know what you'll see” he laughed at this before agreeing, moving to slide back to the floor.

“Sweet Pea….you can just..” he hung on your every sound, he watched you bite your lip thinking of your next words carefully. This action was driving him crazier than before. You only slid over in your bed and peeled a corner of the blanket away from the mattress, gesturing for him to join. He went more than happy, if only for the warmth of the duvet but even more so to be close to you. You both laid on your backs staring at the ceiling

“I didn't think it'd be my dance moves that'd get me into your bed YN, not going to lie” you swung out your hand and hit him in the chest chuckling.

“Full of surprises tonight”

“Then again I suppose Reggie was in this bed so you'll let anybody into it” he laughed only to be met with your silence. You rolled slowly away from him onto your side, tucking your hands beneath your head. Regret fogging his mind instantly.

“I don't want to talk about him”

“Oh…sorry I didn't…I-”

“-its okay Sweet Pea but we should probably go to sleep” you said quietly, eyes closing to force thoughts of your ex boyfriend out.

“Why'd you break up?”

“That doesn't seem like not talking about it” you sighed, the pain in your head now no longer from just the alcohol and bang.

“Curiosity killed the serpent” a minute or two of silence passed before you sighed again.

“He was…kinda possessive and then…he cheated on me” you could feel Sweet Pea's body stiffening alongside you.

“Yeah that normally gets that reaction” you half laughed, rolling back onto your back.

“I can't believe someone would be so stupid as to give you up”

“We just…weren't good for one another, he was crazy jealous and I was confused and I don't know, shy I guess. Reggie just needed someone more social than me I guess”

“Well based off tonight you seem pretty social with the right people” he looked from the ceiling to you and quickly back again.

“I guess, he's just a kinda…act now think later kinda person, at least that's how I justify him at that girl sleeping together” you pushed the lump in your throat growing away.

“You really amaze me YN”

“Thanks-” you half laughed again “-it completely knocked my confidence, I deserv-”

“You didn't deserve that YN” he took a serious tone, rolling onto his side to face you, you laughed fully then.

“I was going to say deserve to be treated better but thanks for your encouragement” he smiled at the glimmer of self-assurance he so rarely saw so blatantly from you and he loved it.

“I love hearing you speak, why don't we talk more often” he confessed as you rolled on to your side to face him.

“I think it's all the head trauma I've had today….I just don't feel afraid of speaking to you right now” you softly reached your finger tips to the darkening marbling your ex had gifted Sweet Pea earlier. He held your hand to his face before gently sweeping a stray hair from your eyes. You gave a small smile to the action as he leaned in so painfully cautiously, and kissed the top of your head that had taken so many hits lately. From there tiredness grew ferociously in your both, eyes growing heavy and closing, tangled in one another for the night.

-

The next morning you gently pulled away from Sweet Peas warmth. Ever so slowly you raised yourself from the bed, cautiously moving Sweet Peas arms from around you. You groaned with your new upright position, your head feeling as though it may split open with another move.

“YN, just stay with me a bit longer” his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you back into him as he bargained with you. Back in the position you woke up in, your headache eased again along with any tension in Sweet Peas chest.

“Sweet Pea! Put your clothes back on!” Fangs banged the door of your bedroom nearly off it's hinges causing you both to leap in your skin.

“What?!” Sweet Pea swung his legs over the edge of the bed while quickly replacing the covers over you as you sat confused and head spinning.

“Meeting right now, we overslept….looking good YN” Fangs winked at you causing you to look down at your legs beneath the sheets, trying to hide your reddening cheeks.

“Leave her alone Fangs, let's go” Fangs buried a smirk before leaving the room hurriedly again.

“YN I really…I really had a nice time last night…except when I briefly knocked you on conscious�� you laughed at that as he stared almost lovingly at your eyes.

“Briefly? Nice for you to downplay it” He returned your smile before grabbing his shoes and heading out the door.

-

Later that night you hung around your normal friends in Pops, Kevin reliving last night's escapades to the group.

“Oh and then Sweet Pea knocked YN clean out” the group hesitantly laughed only to be spurred on by your and Kevin's audible chuckling.

“Yeah he really had me on the ground, I was out for the count” you rolled your eyes at the absurdity of it all.

“What happened?” Your laughter left you at the sound of Reggie's voice.

“YN was just telling us how Sweet Pea hit her-”

“What?” Anger rose in Reggie's voice, cutting off the end of Veronica's explanation, the light-heartedness long gone from the table. Reggie turned quickly on his heels and rage took him with speed out the doors of Pops.

“Shit” you almost all said in unison, Archie going to stand only for you to stop him with a raised hand. You looked panicked around the table before darting out the door after your ex boyfriend

[corrodedcoughin]

I've been having this thought

What if Steve has small rebellions that are east to hide from his parents

So this is inspired because I've seen a couple fics where eddie has a tounge piercing and I know nothing about tounge piercings but it occurs to me that if your parents don't let you talk and you never see them or only see them for a day or two it would be easy for Steve to do that as a small act of rebellion with Robin cheering him on

Maybe he also has a small tattoo somewhere (I always love him having a tiny ice cream cone or ice cream scoop somewhere and Robin having a matching one)

Robin helping Steve put on eye liner

(Eddie seeing Steve's tounge piercing and not functioning for a moment, Steve one day asking eddie about his tattoos because ' mine hurt a bit and it's tiny how bad was that one' and both the kids and eddie losing their minds because Steve has a tattoo and him refusing to tell them where it is (it's on his hip he's not telling them that though(eddie finds it eventually)))

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ANON IM RATTLING MY CAGE!!!! LET ME OUT SO I CAN THROW GIFTS AT YOU!!!

I LOVE this!!! In terms of a piercing though, how about a belly button piercing? Steve was undecided on what he would get, wanted something he could hide but also something he could show off when the time was right. So he settled on a belly bar.

He got through the healing process okay, wearing baggy tops at home to avoid catching the piercing on anything. When he was alone in his room he’d walk around with his shirt rolled up to a fake crop top, meaning he could tug it down at a moments notice. He loved the look of the bar and would stand in the mirror admiring it whenever he got the chance. Steve was just grateful he was out of school and out of the swim team, nobody would be seeing his piercing unless he wanted them to.

It hit summer time in Hawkins and the heat came with it. Steve was sweating under T-shirts when he’d been known to go around topless before. His parents didn’t ask though, in truth they didn’t notice.

The day that Steve and the older ones decided a day at his house with the pool and the kids was in order was the day Steve’s belly bar was unveiled. They’d all been sitting in their houses motionless because of the unrelenting sun. It had taken some time to round everyone up but eventually everyone was there, jumping to get into the cool water. Steve didn’t even think, just whipped his top off and plunged into the pool to dunk Dustin and enjoy himself.

After a while Steve pulled himself out of the water when he heard the house phone ring and Eddie’s life changed forever. There, in the sun, glinting away, basically mocking him, was a silver barbell through Steve Harrington’s navel. Before he knew what was happening he’d followed Steve into the kitchen, watching as he answered the phone. Eddie had lost all control, brain to body movement filter completely destroyed. That was how he found himself on his knees infront of Steve’s belly, reaching out to stroke it when he stopped himself. Steve was outright staring down at him with a blush across his face (and what a visual that was) when Eddie realised what he was doing, stopping in his tracks ‘I uhhhh dropped my contact…bye’ (Eddie doesn’t have contacts. He doesn’t even wear glasses. Eddie knows this. Steve knows this). Anyway, eddie runs

Steve started planning a nipple piercing immediately if it meant Eddie would get this close again

[strangerthingslover69]

A blast from the past

Jim Hopper + Female reader Dmitri Antonov + Female reader

After hearing your best friend and occasional lover had died a part of you also died. Your other best friend Joyce along with the kids packed up and left, leaving you all alone in Hawkins. You carried on because you had to. That is until one day you come home from the bar to see two men standing outside your door. Your eyes are in disbelief as you see Jim Hopper alive and well, well beaten up a bit but alive. Next to him stood a man you didn’t recognise but you knew you wanted to get to know.

18+ minors do not read!

warnings ~ drinking, swearing, sexual tension & self love

You’ve always been a sexual person and most people know it but you are not ashamed about who you are. You’ve had a fair few partners sure but none of them compared to Jim Hopper. You and him were never exclusive or anything but he showed you a good time and you him. You knew a bit about this past the fact he had an ex wife, a daughter who sadly passed away, his drug and alcohol abuse and that he was the chief of police. But other than that you didn’t know a lot. When you heard that he had died in the Star court fire you couldn’t believe it. You didn’t want to. Joyce had come to tell you herself and then when she broke the news that she and the kids were leaving to start a new life in California. You were losing your best friend. You knew Jim and Joyce had a past but it didn’t bother you and it didn’t bother her when you two started sleeping together, she told you that she didn’t have any feelings for him and to go for it. When Joyce told you about Jim you were in utter dismay, a babbling, crying mess. Maybe you cared more than you realised. Within a week Joyce and the kids had gone too. You felt so alone. So you threw yourself into alcohol. You could handle your drink and still were able to carry on in some way. You got up, showered with a glass of wine, went to work, stopped by the bar pick up some random guy, sometimes the occasional girl and just having meaningless sex. This happened a lot more than you’d like to admit.

It was one Friday evening you got off work earlier than expected and of course went straight to the bar. You had a couple of wines, nothing too crazy. You couldn’t see anyone there you wanted that much so decided to call it an early night. You didn’t feel to drunk so you drove home. You turned on the radio and smiled as, You Don't Mess Around with Jim, played in the car. One of his favourites you thought to yourself. As you pulled into your drive, you noticed two men stood knocking at your door. You didn’t recognise them. Well not one of them at first. You got out the car as they both turned around. You froze. Your heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst. ‘Jim?’ You whisper, not daring to say his name out loud in case you were dreaming. But it was him. It was Jim, you started welling up and ran over to him dropping you stuff in the process. You jumped up into his arms and gave him the biggest hug. He looked so different and felt so different as you embraced him. Buzzed head, covered in bruises and lost a lot of weight. You loved how he looked before like a great big daddy teddy bear but you still loved the way he looked now. He put you back into the floor and you finally looked one another in the eyes. You smiled into his beautiful eyes then your smiled dropped, he looked confused, ‘what the fuck! You were dead!’ You hit him in the chest. ‘Ow! Jesus calm down woman’ he said grabbing your shoulders. ‘We will explain everything inside.’ We? You thought to yourself. You had completely forgotten the mystery man stood behind Jim. But you won’t be forgetting him for long. You looked him up and down, beautiful blue eyes, cute face and that moustache was very sexy. Bruises like Jim too though. He cleared his throat as you realised you’d just been staring at him. ‘Shit’ you whispered to yourself, you walked over to the man who was taller than you, hell most people were you were only 5’2. ‘Sorry, I’m Y/N, you are?’ You asked putting your hand out for him to shake. ‘Dmitri’ he shook it, his hand covered yours with how large they were. You blushed at his touch and you noticed some kind of accent there and man it was sexy. You realised you were still holding his hand and you quickly dropped it, ‘I’ll get my keys’ you mumbled walking back over to where you dropped your stuff. ‘Get it together woman, calm your shit’ you said to yourself. Your found your keys and unlocked the door inviting them men in.

You head to the kitchen and grab two beers and a bottle of wine with a glass. Jim sits at the table and Dmitri takes the seat opposite him, leaving the chair in the middle for you. You’d love to in between both of them in a much more different way. Jim takes the beer from your hand, his fingers wrapping around yours as he does. That spark is still there as your hands touch, you know he feels it too. You pass the other beer to Dmitri your hands brushing over feeling a new buzz of excitement. You really need to calm down, they’ve only touched your hand slightly and you can feel yourself getting wet. In your defence you hadn’t been with anyone in a couple of weeks, you were going through a dry patch. You plopped down in between the two men and poured yourself a large glass of wine, you took a sip and put the glass back down. ‘I’m waiting’ you said looking at Jim. He took a big breath and told you about what had been happening, from the start.

You tried to get your head around everything and the bottle of wine was helping you with that. You listened to both men talk about the events that had happened these last few months. Surprisingly it made a lot of sense to you than you expected. When they had finished talking you all sat there for a minute before Jim asked, ‘can we stay? We don’t really have anywhere else to go, my cabin is still destroyed and I know you live here alone.’ Well this could be interesting you thought to yourself. Two beautiful men living with you for who knows how long. You did have the room, more than enough, your job paid well so you were fortunate enough to live in a three bedroom house. You didn’t need convincing to let them stay, you had missed Jim so much and you were not going to turn Dmitri away. ‘You can both stay, however long you need’ you say to them both. ‘Thank you so much Y\N. I promise you’ll barely know we’re here’ Jim said with a wink and took your hands into his. ‘Thank you Y/N, let us know if there’s anything we can do whilst we are here’ Dmitri said leaning over to you, his hand reaching you bare leg under the table, rolling small circles into it. ‘I can think of one or two things’ you said in a fairly casual way. You didn’t wanna make it too obvious how turned on you were.

That evening you showed each of the men to their new rooms, nothing too fancy. Even though it was a three bedroom house there was only one bathroom, it was a decent size and you had the luxury of a bath and shower. You found to your surprise some of Jims’ old clothes at the back of your wardrobe and passed them to the men. ‘You kept them?’ Jim asks whilst taking a top and jogging bottoms off you. You give a small nod, feeling slightly embarrassed. Of course you kept them, they smelt like it. At night you wore them when you were alone. You loved to smell him on your body. It made you feel close to him. ‘You remember where the bathroom is?’ You asked Jim. ‘I do, I can not wait to have a decent shower. Thanks again Y/N’ he pulls you into a tight hug. As Jim showers you go to check on Dmitri see if he is okay and how he’s settling in. You notice the door open slightly so you push it more and walk in, ‘Hey Dmitri jus-‘ you stop your words as you’ve just walked in on a nearly naked Dmitri. He’d had a shower before Jim so his hair was slightly damp and it was clear he was about to change. He had some boxers on but that was it. My oh my. His body is even more amazing than you imagined. You could clearly see he was a toned man from working out or his old job. You just wanted to pounce on him there and then, rip those boxers off and start to suck his- ‘Y/N?’ Dmitri’s voice brings you to reality and the reality is you were just basically drooling right in front of him. ‘Sorry, *clears throat* just wanted to see if you were okay?’ You don’t know how you managed to reply but you are grateful you did. ‘I’m very well thank you, are you?’ He’s wondering over to you still just in his boxers. Your body is giving off so much heat your sure he can feel it if he gets any closer. He stops right in front of you and you look up, big mistake. ‘I really do appreciate you letting me stay here. It’s a lovely house. But you, Jim said you were beautiful but you are much more beautiful than he described.’ He raises his hand to your arm stroking it up and down slowly causing goosebumps all over. ‘Like I said, let me know if there’s anything we can do’ he almost whispers it and then walks away to get changed like nothing happens. Like he did not nearly make you cum right there and then. You are speechless, you are confused but most of all you were horny. You backed away slowly out of Dmitri's room without saying a word. You turned the corner too quickly and walked straight into Jim who by the looks of it has just come out of the shower. His towel sitting nice and low on his waist. You notice all the scars that graze his stomach and chest. It makes you sad knowing how he got them. Subconsciously you raise your hand up and trace one large one across his chest. ‘I’m sorry what happened. I’m sorry I didn’t come to help find you. If I knew I would of got straight on that plane’ you say to him sadly. He holds your wrist and you look up to him, ‘I glad you didn’t. I missed you everyday but I didn’t want you out there seeing what I was seeing. Trust me. I’m back now’ he says to you as he catches a tear from your cheek. You can’t help but go in for another hug. You stretch your arms around his neck and he brings his arms around your waist. You have missed him so much. His smell, his face, his voice, his body. As you hug onto him tighter you hear him mumbling something, you pull away in confusion. You look down and realised what he had said. His towel had slipped to the floor whilst you were hugging. He quickly scooped it up and went to his room. Giving you a nod and shy smile.

You had had a very interesting day to say the least, this is not how you pictured your day going at all with your best friend/old flame being alive living in your house and him bringing a mysterious Russian man who is basically gods gift also living with you.

That night you needed a cold shower. You couldn’t help but think back to Jim’s hug and how closely he pulled you in, his scent on you again and then seeing his bare body as his towel was on the floor. Then your mind went to Dmitri touching your bare leg stroking it and seeing him in just his boxers, approaching slowly with a seductive look. You can help your hand making its way down to your aching pussy. You needed some relief. You circled your clit causing a small moan escape your lips, your other hand roamed to your breast and pulled at you nipple. Your rubbing got faster, breath more quicker. Your hand came off your nipple and went to your tight hole, you fucked your self silly imaging Jim and Dmitri all over you. As you came you moaned their names from your lips not as quietly as you thought. How ever long Jim and Dmitri were staying you decided to make things more fun. Oh I didn’t mention, your walls were very very thin and your room was right in between the men’s. This was going to be fun

~ was going to make this into a series, what do you think? ~

[sparxwrites]

(*throws money northwards in what might be sparxs general direction, part 1*) i humbly request a small grian fic with whatever inspires you from the following words; covet, enlightenment, (in)humanity

want a lil fic like this one? you can get one here!

Grian’s not sure when he realises that he’s willing to die for Scar.

Not just give him a life, mind. He’s already promised that as an apology, for the whole creeper thing, which– it’s annoying, admittedly, but it was only one life. He’s got three of them, he’d thought, at the time, and he was only offering one. He figured he’d manage.

No. When Grian realises he’s willing to die for Scar, he realises he’s willing to die for Scar. All three lives. Gone. Handed over, whole, entire, to this one stupid, clumsy, dangerous man.

It’s not all at once, the realisation. There’s no bolt out of the blue – though god only knows there’s enough cloudless skies in the desert for that to be the case. But it’s not a gradual thing, either, not some steadily rising feeling blossoming from obligation into loyalty over the course of the days spent building their sandstone fort together.

It’s more like… there’s a period of denial, a slow-build of knowledge he doesn’t want to acknowledge. And then, all of a sudden, it hits critical mass, and he wakes up one morning and thinks, oh. I’m going to give my all my lives to this man.

He’s not happy about it. He doesn’t want to die. He wants to win this stupid little game, so he can go home. And also so he can brag about the fact that he won, but that’s secondary to the getting home. Honestly. Promise.

Either way. Self-sacrifice kind of puts a damper on those plans, in a way that royally miffs him off.

The morning he realises, Grian wakes up early. He lays in bed, staring at the ceiling as the darkness creeps into light, coming to terms with his revelation. The staring doesn’t help. The sun rises, chasing away the night. That doesn’t help, either. He turns it over in his mind, over and over, the fact he’s willing die for Scar. The fact that he knows that now. The fact that he’s known that for a while.

That definitely doesn’t help.

When he realises nothing’s going to help, he gets up, gets dressed, and goes downstairs to make coffee.

“Hey, you,” says Scar, when he comes down a half hour later. “Why the long face? Did Jellie do something unmentionable in your cornflakes?”

Grian’s sat at the kitchen table, coffee in hand, still processing. Scar’s still shirtless, and he gleams with it under the already-fierce morning sun. His grin is wide, his teeth perfect, his eyes bright. Even against the yellow backdrop of the desert, he’s a golden boy, and Grian hates him for it. 

“There are no cornflakes, Scar,” he snaps, almost on reflex. He takes another sip of his coffee – black. No milk. No cows. He wasn’t bothered by that yesterday, but yesterday he wasn’t planning on dying for Scar. Today, he is, and so he’s mad about it. He’s mad about everything, really. He’ll get over it, though, maybe. Or just die. One of the two. “We’re stuck in the desert, remember? No cornflakes in the desert.”

Scar just laughs. 

Grian hates, hates, hates him for it, even as his heart beats heavy in his chest at the sound. Even as he thinks, I’m going to die for this man.

“It’s just a turn of phrase, G,” says Scar, brightly, and grabs his own mug, filling it to the brin from the pot Grian made. He downs the coffee immediately, still-hot, in a single swallow, without stopping for breath. “No Jellies in the desert, either. Yet! She’ll find her way here, though, eventually. She always does!”

“If you last that long,” mutters Grian, sulky, dark despite the sunshine.

“Of course I will!” Scar’s smile doesn’t dim, but rather softens, into something warm and fond. Something that’s not brighter than the sun and twice as loud. Something easier to look at, even when Grian feels swallowed by shadow. “I’ve got you to watch my back, haven’t I?”

Grian scoffs, and sticks his head into his coffee. Yes, cries his traitor heart in his chest. Yes, yes, you’ve got me. Yes, you’ll survive. Yes, I’lll keep you alive.

And that’s the end of that. They both drink the rest of the coffee in companionable silence as the sun breaks free of the horizon, and the air heats up, and the creatures of the desert wake in chorus. They put their mugs in the sink. 

They head out to face the day, together, side by side.It’s not til weeks later – a ring of cactus, a bloodied corpse and bloodied knuckles, Grian’s breath heaving in his chest as he curls his toes over the edge of the cliff and looks at the long drop down and thinks there’s nothing left but this – that they’ll both realise quite how wrong they got it all.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Nurse the Wounds (The Riddler x Reader)

Edward's eyes widened as he gasped. Blood trickled down your eyebrow covering most of the left side of your face. Your cheek swollen and definitely going to bruise. "I...I didn't really know where else to go." Edward grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you inside his hideout. "What the hell happened!?" "I...Batman." You shook your head. "Obviously!" The Riddler snapped as he dragged you to his bathroom. 

He flicked on the switch and tugged you in front on the sink, counter and mirror. "Get on the counter." He grumbled as he helped you up by the waist. He tilted your face towards the light. "Do you feel sick?" He asked. Before placing a white towel against your wound. "No-" You were cut off when the Riddler "Stop moving! You don't need to shake your head, I can hear you!" He snapped. "Are you mad at me?" You asked nervously. "Yes. I am." He ground out. "You're reckless, you're a moron! If he didn't hurt you, someone else could have killed you!" Edward's mouth twisted, loathing the very thought. "Do you know what I would have done-" He cut himself off with a shake of his head. "Absolute moron! I told you! I told you not to do these things on your own and you didn't listen! You never listen!" He spat. "Damn it, (Y/N)! How could you put yourself at risk like this!?" As he continued to rant. 

You couldn't help but stare at him. He seemed too busy ranting to actually realise you were staring. It seemed like your whole world began and ended with Edward Nygma. Even disheveled or angry, he was beautiful. Every tiny movement was elegant. To see his mind at work was something like a dream. You could lose yourself in his excitement. He drew you in and never even suspected it. Edward lit up when speaking his mind. It was like electricity running through him, empowering him as he fell into his own tangents. Many found it insufferable but you couldn't. Edward made you want to understand. It must be nothing short of remarkable to have the intelligence Edward had. You wondered if he knew, if he truly knew how beautiful he was. Not just a bravado or a fragile ego. Did he know how he took your breath away? How you forgot how to breathe around him? It happened before you could stop yourself. It was too late when you realised what you were doing. 

Your pressed your lips against his, straightening to meet his lips. He paused for a moment simply processing the feeling of your lips against his. You broke the kiss, but stayed close your nose bumped against his. He exhaled, his breath hitting your lips. "Oh damn." He cursed under his breath quickly before kissing you hard. His hand moved to the side of your face and you sucked in a gasp of pain. "Oww." You mumbled against his lips and he threw his hand back, breaking the kiss almost immediately. The Riddler pressed his lips into a tight line. "Sorry." He mumbled out quietly. "Nothing to be sorry for." You replied quietly. He met your eyes with a dark expression. "Don't mess with me on this. You don't know how bad-" He cut himself off again and you crinkled your brow. "I'm all yours." You whispered. He let out a breath that sounded almost like relief. "You better keep that promise." He ground out before kissing your forehead. "Right, you're done. I'm going to excuse myself for a moment to collect myself because you, to be frank, have tormented me enough for one night."

[derelictlovefool]

Hello could you possibly do a faith seed x ftm reader who is hunting and runs into faith and he takes one look at her and becomes a stuttering mess

Fair and valid reaction to seeing Faith tbh <3 I went with pre-reaping for this because I had a cute idea for it, hope you enjoy!!

Warning(s): Buck hunting (nothing graphic)

Words:  2, 113

Your rifle was heavy in your gloved hands, the mix of metal and polished wood glinting in the midday sun. You stared down the barrel through the sight, a buck grazing on the other end of it, completely unaware of the imminent danger to it. You take a deep breath, ready your finger over the trigger and clear your head. You'd been following the beautiful creature for a few miles and it was finally time to end the hunt.

And you would have, seconds away from pulling the trigger but stopping as the buck lifts its large head. Two dainty hands come into view and cradle the animals head and it's then you hear an angelic humming of a familiar tune. Some church song you'd heard coming from many of the local churches you passed by on occasion. You lower your rifle and quickly move your finger away from the trigger, you were not about to accidentally shoot anyone today.

And definitely not the woman you spot when you focus your eyes on her. Wow.

Hope County was full of attractive people, it was a simple fact, but none of the people you had the pleasure of speaking with were half as gorgeous as this woman. Her soft hair cascaded over her shoulders, a gentle gradient of brown to a honey blonde reminding you of syrup in a way. She was wearing a white lace dress that stopped at mid thigh and her legs were bare, her outfit matched with how she was handling the buck made her seem like some kind of disney princess.

The sun shining through the trees also happens to be bathing her in an angelic light, making the serene smile on her face all the more enchanting. As you get lost in admiring her you feel your rifle slip from your hands and you curse as it hits the forest floor with a loud thud. The buck startles and is quick to run, meanwhile the woman jumps and whips her head around in your direction. You freeze, arms frozen as they are stretched out, reaching for your traitorous weapon.

Her eyes lock with yours.

Damn, they're beautiful.

From this distance you can't tell if they're blue or green but they shimmer magically nonetheless, blinking at you owlishly as you stare back. You can feel a heat creeping up your neck and your heart begins thudding rebelliously in your chest. She smiles at the sight of you and you shut your mouth with a loud clack, only now realising it had been hanging open in awe. 

She waves a delicate hand in your direction and you shakily return a much clumsier wave, embarrassment over the sudden wave of shyness washing over you as you crouch down to pick up your rifle. A fleeting thought about going after the buck again crosses your mind but when you stand again you see the mystery woman now happily walking over to you. Or more so, skipping. 

You feel your entire body tense up, like you were a schoolboy being approached by your longtime crush. You could not remember a time a stranger had this effect on you, by doing literally nothing. You clear your throat in preparation for this oncoming social interaction, tossing your rifle over your shoulder at the last minute in attempts to be less threatening. As if you were all that threatening in the first place.

She didn't seem threatened or bothered at all by the fact you were very obviously about to shoot the buck she had been lovingly patting as if it were a house pet. If anything her smile just widens the closer she gets to you, like she was delighted to see you even though you were sure you'd never met. You would have remembered her.

"Happy hunting?" Her voice is as sweet as honey, the teasing tone dancing through it as she swings her arms behind her making you feel weak at the knees. It takes you a second to actually process what she said and you open your mouth, a string of uncertain noises escaping. The woman giggles and even though it is the cutest giggle you've ever heard you feel like flinging yourself into the Henbane.

"Y–yeah, it was, uhm, yes." Great job, nailed it. Suave as always.

"I hope I didn't ruin it." Her tone shifts into an apologetic one as she clasps her hands in front of her and steps closer. You catch the scent of a mix of flowers and chemicals, it's odd for a moment before it melts into something pleasant. Calming and familiar despite being unable to describe it. You shake your head, holding out one hand to shake the notion away.

"No, no, it's uh, fine—tons of–of uhm, other bucks around, anyway…" You clear your throat again, trying to straighten your posture and get your head working straight again. Although that became increasingly harder when she caught your lowering hand with both of hers.

Her hands are just smaller than yours, slender fingers wrapping around your palm and holding you with a gentle yet firm touch. You've had your fair share of touchy strangers but for some reason in this case you don't mind, you're only thankful for your gloves for the fact if you weren't wearing them you were sure your skin would be on fire right now. If her skin was as soft as it looked you would surely pass away on the spot from even a slight touch.

"I'm glad! My name is Faith by the way." You glance back up at her face as she leans closer. It's a beautiful name, it definitely fits the angelic aura she had surrounding her every move. You think about complimenting it out loud but the very thought has you choking on your tongue, only able to nod dumbly in response. Her smile turns playful as you don't say anything back, her head tilting down expectantly.

"Do you have a name? Or should I just call you the handsome hunter?"

Oh shit, right, your name. That was important. 

But also the way 'the handsome hunter' rolled off her tongue had butterflies swarming your stomach. You feel a bashful smile fight its way onto your face and you let out a nervous laugh as you glance down at your boots. You manage to mutter out your name, cursing the light stammer that was currently holding every word to ransom behind your teeth. You hadn't stuttered your way through a conversation like this in a long time, luckily Faith didn't seem to mind at all. If anything she seemed pleased by it.

"That's a lovely name, it suits you." She hums, unknowing of how her compliment made your head spin and heartbeat go even wilder. Normally you would have made a joke about how you picked it yourself but the genuine look in her eyes has successfully turned you to jelly.

"T–Thank y—Thanks." 

God you want to hide under a rock. At least long enough to get your tongue untied.

Faith giggles again, letting your hand fall from hers and moving to your side, her hand running down your rifle in a relaxed manner.

"Would you mind some company?" She pauses at the end of her question, circling behind you before tacking on your name to the end of her sentence, a gleeful smile directed up at you as she leans down and looks up at you. You had never met someone so carefree, she was like a fairy or a forest goddess or a— A questioning hum cuts off your train of thought and you find yourself nodding before you even put together a sentence.

"That would be, uhm, y–yeah you could–if you want—" 

"I would love to, thank you!" Faith saves you from your trailing catastrophe of an invitation and hooks her arm around your elbow. She tugs you forward and you nearly trip as you start walking, your nerves completely fried as you were now walking through the forest with the most beautiful woman you'd ever met. This was fine, you were fine. Your elbow was brushing against her ribs and her intoxicating body heat was soaking through your jacket and you were totally fine. 

"Do you hunt a lot?" Faith asks after a moment of walking in silence, her eyes trailing over the landscape ahead of you.

"Uhm, n–not really. It's kind of a, uh, once a—a year thing," You take your time to answer, trying to minimise the amount you stumbled over your words. Being so close to her wasn't helping, but you were doing your best here.

"Oh okay, so more like… A yearly tradition." Faith glances up at you with an excited sparkle in her eyes and you feel your heart stutter much like your words.

"S–something like that, yeah." You say, turning to look anywhere else, smiling gently as you try to get over how cute she was.

"It's good to have traditions, they make life more meaningful." She muses, making a wide motion with her free arm before letting it glide across a bush as you pass it.

"D–do you have any?" You ask, daring to look back at her as she looks up at the sky with a thoughtful hum.

"I used to… I suppose I should make some new ones, hm?" She smiles, voice going hushed as she leans in closer as if telling you a secret. You swallow thickly at the proximity and offer another nod, feeling yourself let out a breath as she leans away giggling happily.

"You're very cute, you know, I'm surprised we haven't met until now." Her words catch you off guard for a moment and you trip over a broken branch in your haze. Faith luckily catches you, palm flat on your sternum as she heaves you back up. She has a look of surprise on her face that quickly melts away into a blissful smile, gentle giggles erupting from her as you smile weakly.

"I—I uh, don't uhm. You know…" You sigh, frustrated by your lack of ability to explain yourself properly right now. You didn't want her to think you were an antisocial recluse, even if a part of that statement could have been true. You liked the peacefulness of the woods, the serenity of the mountains, the magic feeling of finding a new waterfall. You had friends but if you hung out it was at someone's house or somewhere in the woods, not the high populated areas of the County where you could have run into each other.

You were almost thankful you were meeting here, if your friends could see you right now you'd never hear the end of it.

"It's okay, it's a big County, it would be impossible to meet everyone—but i'm very glad we got to meet." Faith comes in to save you once again, hand patting the thick fabric of your jacket gently as she beams at you. You feel extremely lucky she doesn't mind filling in the gaps of your words, you only hope if there's a next time you can offer more of a conversation. You really would love to talk with her more, it had only been a few minutes but you were already intrigued by this shoeless woman acting out every little girl's snow white dreams in the woods.

"So am I." You smile gently and Faith traces her eyes over your face for a moment. You notice her bite her lip for a mere second before she glances over your shoulder and lifts her hand to point behind you.

"I think I found your next hunt." She whispers and you turn slowly to spot another buck a ways away in the trees. It's bigger than the one you were going after before and for a moment your nerves from being around this gorgeous woman vanish and are replaced with that familiar vigour you get when you spot a grand prize. 

"Holy shit." You whisper, turning and very carefully shrugging your rifle off of your shoulder.

"Hunts on?" Faith asks, an eagerness in her voice as she rests her hands on your shoulders. It was weird, how comfortable you felt having her touch you—like you had known each other for years and it was normal. You were used to hunting alone, less distraction. But something about Faith made you want her there and admittedly one part of your brain wanted to impress her. So you ready your rifle and give a firm, confident nod.

Maybe if you were lucky the act of hunting would give you the chance to put two words together without sounding like a broken radio.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Road Trip Masterlist

dream makes the sounds (that carry me so far away) (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum M, 36k

Summary: Luke's just got to California, on a trip to get away from his life for a while. Calum might be there for the same reason. When a chance meeting pushes them together, Luke might get more out of the four-week road trip than he ever imagined.

Energy Drinks, A Black Cat& Other Signs of Vampirism (ao3) - Headgehog_Louis007 michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 80k

Summary: "What? it's just garlic bread."

"Aren't vampires like.. I mean.. don't they not like garlic?"

A fic in which Michael is a vampire and every trope about vampires is wrong.

fell in love with you in my passenger seat (ao3) - bellawritess michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: “You should have woken me,” Michael grumbles. “What is wrong with you? Do you want us to die?”

“Hey,” Luke says, hurt. “I was being a nice boyfriend. You were clearly tired.”

interlude (ao3) - galacticsugar michael/luke T, 36k

Summary: As Michael positions his camera to capture a photo of the venue marquee, it suddenly hits him that Luke isn’t just a name on the sign. His show is tonight. He’s probably here, right now, somewhere in the venue, or at least nearby, maybe hitting up one of the trendy downtown coffee shops or jogging around the lake.

“Michael?”

…or right behind him. His voice sounds the same.

in the in between (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 32k

Summary: “What the fuck is this?”

It’s pretty much Luke’s first full spoken-in-person-sentence to Calum in months.

It’s his first sentence to Calum in months, and he’s yelling it in the middle of his driveway at seven in the morning, while a dog yelps back at him from down the street. It’s perfect.

“I thought you said you wanted iced coffee,” Calum replies defensively, consciously diverting his eyes away from Luke’s face because it’s the only way he can be sure he’s not staring. He needs to act normal, but he can’t remember exactly what acting normal around Luke actually entails. Probably not constantly shifting his eyes around like he’s possessed. He forces his eyes back to Luke’s face before Luke goes off in search of a priest skilled in exorcisms.

in your ocean, i'm sinking (ao3) - toddamyanderson luke/calum T, 11k

Summary: “Okay so, not to sound like a total dick or anything, but what exactly does this have to do with me?” Calum squints a little quizzically as he takes another sip of his latte, then leans forward to match try and Luke’s energy. It’s not as easy as it looks. He moves around a lot.

“I’m asking you along on a road trip. To New York. With me.”

Calum blinks. He doesn’t even have time to process and formulate a response before Luke starts rambling.

it's an emotional kaleidoscope when I face you (ao3) - FayeHunter, lifewasradical michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 33k

Summary: With one last sweep over his apartment, Michael is sure he’s ready to go, or at least as ready as he’s ever going to be. Nothing would ever prepare him for multiple days of nothing but Luke Hemmings.

Or, Michael and Luke broke up a few months ago, but a nonrefundable road trip has them back together for a wonderful ride from New York City to Orlando, Florida.

kissing at the stop signs darling (ao3) - fffearless ot4, luke/ashton T, 7k

Summary: "I think, guys," Ashton says finally, and everyone is all ears. "We need to get away." He gives Luke's knee a quick squeeze. "Let me just get us some more milkshakes."

(Or where the boys hate how boring everything is and take a self-realisation road trip to help sort it all out)

Love me like you did (ao3) - screamtobeheard michael/luke E, 9k

Summary: “You idiot! Where did you go?” Calum shouts immediately. “You know the way you always suspect the worst of me? This time you’re right,” he says. “Oh my god. You’re taking him to warped tour? What did he do?” “He agreed actually,”

After Luke and Michael break up, Michael is miserable. He decides a roadtrip to warped tour could fix things.

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

sit back and i’ll drive you to (all the pretty places) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: After Luke has the worst summer ever, his boyfriend suggests that they get out of town together and make the best of the summer they have left.

staring at the sunshine (ao3) - toddamyanderson luke/calum T, 19k

Summary: And the way those blue eyes are looking at him now. There’s flashes of that heat from before building in them, which is kind of intense. Calum doesn’t usually get this look from Luke. Only sometimes, when they’re a little drunk or a little high and the rules become fuzzy and looks aren’t meant to matter as much.

until i had you on the open road (ao3) - lucasfletcher ot4 E, 5k

Summary: As they’re waiting for their burgers, Calum disappears into one of the souvenir shops and comes out with a penis mug, which he presents to Luke. “’Cause, you know. Sometimes you’re a dick.”

Michael gasps and runs to get one of his own, but comes out with the weird glasses made out of straws instead, then proceeds to bite Ashton when he tries to take them from him.

or, the one where they were all meant to meet each other.

wake me up when we get there (ao3) - whiskeytantrums michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael and Luke aren't bad parents, okay.

We Are Strange, In Our Worlds (ao3) - fourdrunksluts michael/luke N/R, 84k

Summary: “That’s what I want,” Michael tells him, resting his head on Luke's shoulder as he looks fondly up at the stage. “That’s where I want to be. Everything I’m doing, everything I’ve been through — I just wanna be on a stage, with a loving crowd singing my songs back to me.”

Luke smiles, kissing his forehead and speaking with his lips against Michael's skin. “It’s going to happen. I know it is.”

-

Luke's an aspiring artist, and Michael's a traveling musician. They cross paths in Hillvue in the summer of ‘95.

With a New York State of Mind (I Wanna Take My Heart to the End of the World) (ao3) - Lxverxofmxne G, 1k

Summary: 4 strangers, same destination. One road trip, 14 hours max. — “This is going to sound really weird, but do you wanna road trip with me?”

The men stared at Luke weirdly. He shrugged before continuing.

[cosmic-frost-main]

Rehired [Chapter 7 - 1/2]

(I actually hit tumblr's text limit, so this chapter is in two parts :p)

Ao3 Version: [HERE]

Allison sat in the train travelling to her home town, pondering on the mornings event in deep thought.

Glancing down at her hands she noticed how shaky they were, was it from the coffee or the knowledge that Joey created a being that shouldn't exist? The more she thought on it the more sick she felt to her stomach.

Was Audrey also part of his experiments? Was she created by the machine?

The woman inwardly slapped and cursed to herself for thinking such a thought, Audrey couldn't have been made from such a thing she's too human to be so.

She broke out of her thought process as her stop arrived and she got off, a nice warm shower should help ease her mind and perhaps some light reading.

As she walked towards her street and to her house she noticed a familiar truck parked in her driveway, her eyes lighting up in glee upon realising it was Thomas's and ran to her front door happily humming.

Upon entering her house and looking around she saw him over in kitchen making himself a coffee, the two looked at each as she entered before she ran up to him for an embrace. Tom nearly dropping his coffee as they hugged each other and laughed.

"What are you doing here?!" Allison buried her face into his chest as he chuckled.

"I managed to get what I've been hired for done and thought I'd give my favourite gal a visit." He placed his coffee down on the bench and stroked her hair. "I will say I was surprised to see you not home when I arrived."

Lifting her head up and sighing in content, Allison replied. "Oh I was just at a friend's place for the night, they were drunk and with it being their first time getting intoxicated I thought I'd keep them company."

"Oh?" Tom raised his brow in interest, "This friend wouldn't happen to be that girl you would talk about?"

Blinking in slight surprise and ending the embrace with a short laugh, she leaned back against the bench and crossed her arms. "Hah, you're right about that, the poor girl had to be carried home by me and Susie after getting her head hit."

"She got hit?" The gruff man crossed his arms and frowned, "And Susie helped you? That's not very like of her."

"Hey now, Susie has been a nice since working at the new studio." Allison averted her eyes and furrowed her brows, "Except for the fact that she was the one that got Audrey drunk and was even the one that hit her." She shook her head and waved her hand dismissively. "But that's besides the point."

"No no, let me get this straight." Tom chuckled, "Susie got this Audrey bird drunk than hit her head and helped you carry her home?" He flung his head back in laughter as Allison frowned at him. "That makes little sense, Allison."

Rolling her eyes while holding back a laugh, "It was an accident and that's that." Shifting her eyes to the side in thought her smile faded and she stared back at him, he knew something was up and mirrored the same expression.

"That ink machine that was made for Joey, was it more than just a machine to spout ink?"

Thomas's worried expression switched to that of held back guilt, the same face he made everytime she would ask about the machine.

He turned his head away and went to walk away, "I told you before, it's nothing to worry about." Stepping away from the woman he found himself being pulled back, his eyes meeting with hers that held a deep rage.

"TELL ME THE TRUTH, THOMAS CONNER!" She suddenly screamed at him, tears welling up in her eyes as years of her questions being ignored finally crashed. "I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL JOEY HAS DONE WITH THAT DAMN MACHINE!"

The sudden out burst of rage shocked Tom to his core, he had never witness such an emotion from her before.

"It's none of your concer-" Allison immediately cut him off, nails digging into his arm.

"Did he use it to bring a cartoon to life?"

Tom's blood ran cold as she uttered those words and his shocked demeanour was replaced with anger, but not towards her.

"How did you know?"

Allison let go of his arm and rubbed her eyes, "So you do know something." Clearing her throat she continued. "That girl I told you about, Audrey, she's been keeping a living breathing Bendy in her apartment for safe keeping."

"What?" Tom mumbled in disbelief.

"And I want you to keep this between inside the group of who know this, Susie and I knew this after it was found out." Allison crossed her arms. "But Audrey turns out to be Joey's daughter."

Tom shook his head in disbelief and began pacing around the kitchen in rage, mumbling incoherent curses to himself. "That slimy son of a bitch really did it..."

Turning his head back to the other he asked, "How the hell did she manage to keep such a monstrous thing tame?! Let alone manage to keep it in hiding without it being spotted?!"

Allison frowned "Monstrous? Bendy is basically a child, he was so friendly when we first met and even helped me make breakfast."

Thomas shook his head in disbelief, "No no no! That thing is not friendly let alone fit into a regular sized room! When I first saw that thing I knew how much of a danger it was!" He laughed out a fake laugh. "And I highly doubt that Audrey girl is human if she's Joey's kid!"

"What?" Now it was Allison's turn to be in disbelief. "What are talking about, Tom?"

Stopping his pacing and rubbing his face to calm himself, Tom sighed deeply. "I saw Joey use that cursed machine to create and what came out was nothing even close to friendly, so many failures and when he finally got one that survived, it was nothing but a demon. It was skinny yet tall thing that held a permanent smile that would keep still, that twisted smile was the only thing on its face, no eyes or anything..." He looked over at her with a defeated look. "He managed to banish it somewhere but I never knew where, I should've just killed it properly instead of listening to that bastard."

"Is that why we separated?" Allison spoke up, tears trickling down her red cheeks. "Is that why you asked for a divorce?"

He swiftly went to hug her but was turned away, guilt taking over him.

"I was afraid it would come back to me in some way and that you would get hurt by it." He explained with hurt in his voice. "I know I fucked up, Allison, and you have every right to be furious at me."

"Well!" She sniffles and wiped her eyes, "It did come back to you and now I'm still left confused and conflicted by your explanation!" She held herself and shakily sighed. "I just wish you had told me this whole time, that way I wouldn't have to feel so alone."

The two stood in tense silence, the only source of sound being that of the outside world. Thomas went to hold her but stopped himself and just held his arm tightly, Allison side eyed him for a moment before stepping closer to him.

"Can you at least stay with me for the day, keep me company just like the old days." She pressed her forehead against his chest slightly startling him. "Your presence has been absent for so long that I forgot the way you would hold me in bed. The only bit of relief I got to remember it was with Audrey, please make me remember your embrace."

Hesitantly holding onto her gently and sighing, Tom relaxed his nerves before fulling hugging her and rested his chin on top her head.

"Anything for you"

___

Laying awake in the bed belonging to Allison, both Thomas and her rested close to each other back against chest in a cuddle.

Tom's eyes traced over her body examining what he could, their absence with each other made their memories of the other's appearance blurry. He smiled finally being able to see Allison again and pulled her closer, his beard brushing up against the back of her head.

"I see you're still dying your hair, despite the brightness the blonde brought I'll say the black suits you."

Allison chuckled, "I only ever dye it if the blonde gets too long, if you look closely you can see it already growing out." She rested her head on top his palm and sighed happily. "I miss this..."

Sharing the same emotion of company and caressing her cheek with his thumb, Tom reminisced on the days they were together and their little antics at the studio while they still worked there. The long nights they spent together at a park after a stressful day of work that would transition to nights laying together in bed, there would be no sexual intimacy between them until after marriage and it would always feel more like a moment of mental connection than it should've been.

But that's why they loved each other. For the warm comfort and reassurance they brought each other without uttering a single word, she brought him such an emotion and it scared him thinking about her being put into harm.

Wanting to break the silence to avoid thinking too much on it, Thomas spoke up with a smug smile. "So did anything happen between you and that girl last night?"

"Oh my god, Thomas!" Allison threw her hands up in exasperated shock, "Could you not?!"

He let out a short throaty laugh and patting her shoulder, "Oh come on, I barely know about your life while I tell you mine all the time."

Burying her face into her hands and groaning, Allison tilted her head towards him and sighed. "Okay, fine." She shifted onto her back. "There was a moment between the three of us, but that's it."

"Oh?" Tom raised a brow in interest, "Little Campbell was involved as well? I wouldn't have thought she was the sharing type, I still recall the days she was possessive of her person of interest."

"Oh trust me, she's still got that trait." She snickered. "She literally covered the poor girl's neck in hickeys and no make up to cover it."

"Oh yeah, that's very Susie like of her to do." He sat up and rested against the bed frame. "But I do want to know, was Audrey's feelings towards Susie true or?"

Allison grimaced and groaned, "Don't get me started on that crud show, all I'll say is that Susie screwed up and I locked them up in my office to make up." She squinted her eyes. "If you even count banging on my desk as making up that is."

Bursting out into sudden laughter while smacking his knee, Tom managed to speak through his fit.

"So they did do the dirty!"

"Oh quiet you!" Allison hit his arm in a sarcastic manner. "And don't say a word to them about me telling you, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Don't worry, Al." He calmed himself and wiped away a happy tear. "My lips are sealed for you."

Allison crossed her arms and huffed out a smile, "They better be, big guy."

The two shared a moments laugh before staring at each other, a small spark they hadn't felt in forever emitting between them.

Looking away sheepishly while squeezing her shirt, Allison asked softly "Do you wanna?"

Thomas blinked in surprise, "Are you sure?"

Leaning over towards her bedside table and opening it up, "It's been a long time." She leaned back with a box of condoms and covered her face with it to hide her blush. "So please be gentle with me like the first time."

Thomas smiled softly at her and laid next to her in a hug.

"Anything for you, Allison."

___

Early the next morning as Audrey arrived at the studio in a chipper mood, her little Buddy, Bendy, followed her around wearing thick clothing to hide his face sharing the same emotion.

Walking over to her desk and helping him out of his disguise before he happily hopped around the room, Audrey giggling at his adventurous joy.

"Thank you for dealing with wearing the thick clothes, Bendy." She folded the clothing and put them in her bag. "I hope it wasn't too hot in there for you."

She knelt down in front of him and hugged him as he jumped onto her in excitement, the hug only lasting a moment before the little toon hopped off and ran to her desk.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to get myself some coffee." Audrey stood up and began walking. "If they have the choco again I'll make you a hot chocolate!"

The young woman hummed joyfully into the break room and examined the counter for the needed items, her eyes lighting up upon spotting a box of doughnuts.

"The doughnut gods have smiled upon me today!" The artist chuckled loudly as she grabbed two, one for her and one for Bendy!

"Allison brought them in this morning." Susie explained while eating a sandwich, her sudden appearance startling the other.

Audrey started in slight surprise at the older woman, "What are you doing here?!" She grabbed herself a cup and turned on the coffee maker. "You're not on today."

"I was curious on what that little Frankenstein's monster buddy of yours does while here." Susie explained as she finished her food, "Because I refuse to believe it's to watch you work, that's like watching paint dry."

"I don't know, Susie." Audrey crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter. "If I was isolated in an abandoned building for heck knows how long, you'd find the littlest such as drawing fun."

The actress stared at the other with furrowed brows before turning her head away, "Whatever you say."

Suddenly Allison walked into the room with a bright smile on her face as she made her way to the coffee machine, greeting the two excitedly before making her cup of liquid boost. Susie squinting her eyes at her in deep thought at her overall joyful mood, while Audrey just saw it as Allison being Allison.

"What's with your bright mood?" Susie questioned while tilting her head.

"Oh!" Allison turned to her and held her hands together, "My ex fiancé paid me a surprise visit yesterday and it's been years since we've seen each other face to face!"

"That's great news!" Audrey smiled as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Is he staying somewhere or is he staying at your place?"

"He's staying with me of course, he's currently on break from work." Miss Pendle sipped her drink. "I'm just so happy to see him again."

"You-" Susie stammered on her words in shock, "You were married?!"

"Oh yeah! I just never mention it that much due to it not being mentioned, you might know him actually." Allison explained.

Susie frowned at her in confusion while thinking on who the woman could've married. "Was it Henry?"

"Oh heavens no! He's already married, Susie."

"It better not be Wally or at least Norman, especially Wally for reasons I won't explain."

Allison snickered, "No, not them. Though they both are quite cute."

"... It can't be Sammy! That fucker is a homosexual in denial!"

"Oh my god, Susie!" Allison face palmed and sighed. "It's Thomas! Thomas Connor!"

Susie's jaw dropped, "That grumpy asshole?!" She stood up off her chair knocking it over. "What in lord's name did you see in him to put a ring on it?!"

"Despite how he may have been viewed at work." Allison smiled "He's a real sweet heart."

"... But he's your ex now?" Audrey pointed out to break her silence, the question almost making Allison's smile fully fade.

"If he's such a sweetie, why divorce each other?" The actress asked arms crossed.

"Truth be told and I only found out yesterday." Allison softly spoke, "It's very likely relating to the ink machine and what Joey used it for."

The two blinked in surprise at her, Susie being quick to connect the dots.

"He was the one who made the thing and from what I heard from Wally when I still worked there, the company he worked for was very secretive about how they communicate with their clients." Susie cupped her mouth in thought while mumbling to herself and tapping her finger on the table.

Audrey turned to Allison and asked, "Where is he now?"

"He would very likely be visiting my parents today, they're also on great terms and like to chat to each other." She shrugged her shoulders, "And I'd rather not dwell on it today, I've already given him an earful yesterday about it." She glanced down at her coffee and sighed. "I just wish he explained more to me, he's keeping more from me and it just... Sucks"

Audrey winced to herself and cleared her throat as she grabbed her things, "Well if that's the case, I'll leave you to it." She causally walked passed them with her coffee and doughnuts as she left. "Thank you for the doughnuts, Allison!"

Smiling softly as the girl left and putting her drink aside, Allison sighed and looked over at Susie who stared back at her in unamusement.

"Told you that mentioning your ex working on the machine wouldn't work, she's stubborn like her father." Susie sarcastically smirked. "Though I still am shocked about you and Thomas being a thing."

Allison chuckled out a smile, "It was worth a shot, you did a fantastic job acting shocked."

"Why of course I did." The actress dramatically twirled her hand and bowed, "I practiced well."

"I do want to know though, you and Wally?" Allison raised a brow in interest.

"Oh that part!" Susie waved her hand dismissively, "There was a small thing between us, but I put a stop to it due to how innocent he was." She faked a sad pout, "He was like a lost puppy following their owner around and my cold heart couldn't handle it."

The other stared at her in slight disbelief, "Oh gosh, Susie. That explains a few things I witnessed while working there." She glanced down. "Poor guy..."

"But besides that!" Susie butted in with a short laugh, "We got zero information out of her from that tiny act and I'm sure forcing it out of her would just make her hate us."

"I know, and I'm just wondering if we should ask Bendy." Allison smirked, "He may be a mute but I know he can write, he wrote to me what he wanted for breakfast yesterday."

"That could work." Susie walked over to her and tilted her head, "But what if he's been told not to say a word to us?"

"..." The other crossed her arms and huffed "That's a fair thought."

Susie sighed and stood next to her, "We'll just leave it for now, if she doesn't want to be honest that's her choice."

Finishing her coffee and putting the cup in the sink, Allison stared off in thought. "You're right, but I get the feeling that it's eating up at her." She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "But maybe I'm just overthinking it."

Shifting her stare at the tall woman and smiling softly, Susie wrapped an arm around her and rocked her a bit. "Don't worry, it's in your nature to be an overly kind pushover."

The two stared at each other before quietly laughed, Allison wiping a tear from her eye and exhaling in slight relief.

"Thank you, Susie." Allison patted her back and walked off, "Now I best get to work and get those documents out of my hands."

Susie waved her off as she left and stood back, "Have fun~"

___

Allison sat at her desk writing down her signature on each paper that required it, boredom already having consumed her.

Sitting back and stretching out her sore muscles, she smacked her lips with a yawn before removing herself from her chair and making her way out for a cup of coffee.

"I knew I should've brought a cup in with me." She mumbled to herself as she walked down the hallway.

Stopping in her tracks and hiding herself behind the wall, she watched as Audrey stood outside the elevator with Bendy patiently waiting.

"Just remember, Buddy, if you get into trouble I'll be there with you in a jiffy." Audrey softly spoke to him, "And if it happens again, go over to either Betty or the others for shelter."

The toon happily nodded and bolted for the elevator as it opened with Audrey following behind him, Allison leaning out more and watch which floor the elevator was going to.

"That's nowhere near the building entrance, that's the Drew exhibit." Allison hummed in thought before glancing about and walking to wherever Susie could be.

___

Standing begrudgingly in the moving elevator with Miss Pendle, Susie groaned loudly.

"Why must I be dragged into this? She's probably just showing him around the place, a horrendously disgusting place." The actress cringed as the doors opened to reveal the exhibit. "Honestly it'll probably bring the poor thing trauma."

"That's the thing you're not thinking of, he's been around this studio before." Allison walked her into the room and looked around. "Why would she be showing him around again?"

The other woman shrugged, "I really don't care, for all I know he probably needed a reminder." She stated as she followed Allison around, examining the little objects that belonged to Joey Drew in disgust. "Though wouldn't have they been spotted here by now?"

Opening a door and peeking in, Allison stared in surprise before grabbing and pulling Susie into the room with her.

Both women stared in shocked awe as the old ink machine sat in the corner of the room passed by small pedestals, each one containing a different item.

"I didn't know they had this thing."

"They're not supposed to." Allison added, "I was told they threw it out because they saw it as junk."

Stepping closer to examine the device avoiding the large ink puddle in front of it, Susie looked around nervously as Allison looked inside the piping.

"If Audrey is supposed to be here, why can't we find her?" The actress crossed her arms. "It's small enough to spot both of them."

Standing up straight and turning towards Susie, "I have no clu-" She shrieked in surprise as her lower body fell into the puddle, her hand clenching onto the ground. "A hole?!"

Quick to grab onto Allison's arms and begin pulling, Susie struggled to get the other out. "The hell?! It feels like it's pulling?!" She swiftly pressed her feet against the machine and tried to pull again.

"Susie!" Allison stared at her in fear as her body sunk further down, "I-I can't feel any broken flooring around me!"

"Why does that matter?!" Susie grunted.

Allison's sunk to the point the black ink reached her upper neck, "How else could I have fallen i-"

Suddenly both of them were pulled into the puddle with a short scream.

[1/2]

[ye-local-simp]

Hi! I hope it's ok i request a TWST scenario: Mc gets teleported to the past because of a spell mistake and finds young Azul there and they spend time togheter because mc can't shut up about how pretty and adorable he is as a kid (i wanna dote on him so much)

[Past Azul meeting his future S/o]

P.S. This all took place before Azul met the Tweels.

P.S.S. I am very sorry if this was very cringy.

Otherwise, please enjoy!!

-You were spending time with Azul since he wanted your help with his spells by you telling him whether it was the right spell or not.

-However, he hit you by accident and you fell to the ground.

-You woke up and suddenly you were underwater but for some strange reason, you swam just as well as a fish and was breathing just fine.

-Before you can process what just happened, you saw a crowd of children throwing rocks at a pot.

-You thought nothing of it untill you heard a shrill cry and saw a tiny tentacle urging the other kids to stop.

-Of course you could not leave the tormented octopus to solve this on their own so you decided to help them, whoever they were.

-You shouted at the children to stop and they just stared back in awe.

-Guess they never seen a human at these depths of the sea before.

-And proceeded to scold them.

-After the children pouted and swam away to flee you, you turned to the pot.

-It was an octopus pot.

-As you slowly approached the pot, you heard someone shout from the inside for you to stop coming towards him.

-It sounded like a boy but it also sounded a bit too familiar. "Go away, I'm too hideous to be seen by a human like you!"

-You decided to instead open the pot but to the little boy's surprise, you gave him a heartfelt hug instead of cringe, scream or laugh at him like his fellow mermen.

-You couldn't contain your gasps.The little boy had a shocking resemblance to Azul himself and had an equally shocking similarity with his background.

-For a hideous monster he always described himself as, he was very adorable.

-You then remembered the spell that was cast on you and realised that you were now probably in the past.

-Azul's past.

-You knew the amount of heartache he had in his childhood so you decided to make his day feel a lot brighter than his other usual days.

-You asked if he wanted to have a days outing and he reluctantly agreed, not like he had much to lose.

-You proceeded to take him to a nice meal at his favourite shop and he took you around the city, played games and all sorts of fun a child could have.

-Let's just say there was a lot of hugs and laughter.

-You made sure that anyone who gave him dirty looks or those nasty kids were to deal with you personally.

-And at the end of the day,you now knew a lot about Azul when he was a kid, he was super cuddly and he loved to study.

-Needless to say, he really needed you for the entirety of his childhood but before you can say more a spell hit you.

-As you slowly opened your eyes, you saw a very guilty looking Azul by your side.

-As you sat up, you then quickly realised that you were in the school's infirmary.

-Then you saw Azul's face turn from guilty to relieved.

-"How are you feeling, Y/N?"

-You just replied with I'm fine.

-You can tell Azul about your little meeting with his past self later.

[teabutmakeitazure]

Twisted but Tender - 5: Hesitant Affection (1)

>Yan! Childe x Fem! Reader

a/n: I am 100% certain that with the whole codename thing he has going on, he'ld have a name kink. There, I said it

Chapter summary: a try at sweet talking into leaving the estate

Word count: 1.1k

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"I don't understand why you're trying to argue with me over something as trivial as this."

You cross your arms on your seat on the bed as your feet shuffle on the ground. He just isn't listening to reason. All you're asking for is to go outside with him for once and not stay cooped up inside. Is it too much to ask for?

"It's a different place for you. This is for your safety."

"I want to go somewhere with you. I'm not asking to go alone. Besides, the most I've seen is the backyard and the forest. I want to see the city. You literally never take me anywhere except for your forest explorations."

He's probably massaging his temples in annoyance or rolling his eyes right now. You've been with him long enough to know his mannerisms to an extent. Still, that didn't help you to predict that he'ld be walking over to you. There's the dull sound of feet padding across wooden floorboards and you suck in a breath for what's to come.

Legs covered by dark grey pants come into view and you notice that he's barefoot like always. He never even has to wear socks at home.

"What's gotten into you?"

You look up at him, "What do you mean?"

"You weren't so eager to start arguments or talk nonsense before."

"I'm not trying to start an argument. I'm just asking to go somewhere with you."

"Well, maybe some other time."

First he says no then he says some other time?

"A date, Ajax. I'm married and despite that I've never been on one in my entire life. Can I not go on one with my husband?"

You were hoping the subtle sweet talking would get to him and it did. He's not as sly as he thinks he is with that pale skin. His entire face is slowly turning pink. Score.

"I'll think about it." You sigh, "That's not the proper way to ask someone out but I'll take it."

Raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck, he averts his gaze. It's a guilty gesture of his, an adorable habit in your opinion. There's nothing in the room now except for the sound of you two breathing. The silence is eerie and you can't help but anticipate something, anything.

You wait for a moment but nothing comes. So, your conscience makes you stand up to leave the room but before you can even register that, you yelp in surprise as your back hits what you thought was the ground. Except, it was the bed. Blue eyes and ginger hair come into view.

"Wait," he says, disheveled and clearly flustered. Blue eyes stare into yours as you slowly start processing what happened. It's then when you realise that both of your hands are pinned to the bed by his own as your legs dangle off the edge. He's hovering right above you. Shit.

"I'm right here Ajax."

"You were about to leave."

"To comb my hair? Yeah."

"You… weren't leaving?"

"Huh? You might've gotten the wrong idea. You look a bit out of it.. are you okay?"

Instead of an answer you're met with silence as he keeps staring at you. Cheeks slightly pink and pupils blown wide. His hair is lightly tickling your face but you're not uncomfortable. For once, you don't mind the closeness.

"Um Teyvat to Ajax? You there?"

He doesn't respond.

"Ajax?"

No answer, only two eyes staring into your own.

"Ajax."

His eyes travel down your nose and cheeks as he remains silent.

"Ajax."

He continues wandering his eyes in favour of ignoring you.

"This is getting weird."

All of a sudden, his eyes are looking into yours again and he decides to answer. "Why'ld you stop?"

"Stop what?"

"Saying my name."

There's seriousness in his voice so it doesn't seem like he's joking. Still, it sounds a bit too intimate compared to what you're used to.

"Can you let go of me now?"

"Say my name again and I'll consider it."

"Ajax."

"Again."

"Ajax."

"Again."

"Ajax."

"Once mo-"

"You're just stalling aren't you."

He smiles in response. What a cheeky bastard.

"Jokes aside," he leans into your ear, "I really like it when you say my name." A huff of breath touches your earlobe and you visibly shudder for a moment. How can someone who's skilled in extortion, killing, blackmail, manipulation and such be so good at pushing your buttons and flirting? Now you have an idea why his co-workers don't like him much. Er, maybe not the exact idea.

"You're warm you know," he says.

"Uh, yeah? I'm human? I have blood?"

He stares at you again as his mind wanders to what you'ld look like when bleeding out, all at his mercy. He imagines that it would be a mesmerising sight.

"It's late. Can you let go? I want to sleep." There's a scowl on your face now. Cute, he thinks.

"You're that eager to have me hold you?"

To wipe that smirk off, you counter. "No, I just don't want to see your face anymore."

"Your pupils dilated when you looked at me."

Shit. Did they?

"Huh. Again, could you let go of me?"

"You have to give me something first."

"What could I possibly give you?"

"I don't know. A hug? A pat on the head? Your rambling about whatever book you read? Anything. If it's from you, I wouldn't mind whatever it is."

You sigh, not in annoyance but at his desperation for your attention. Wriggling your wrists, you pout at him. His eyes stare at your lips for a few seconds before he lets go of his hands and sits, right on top of you and technically on your lap. Not minding the awkward position, you cup his face and bend forward to place a kiss on his cheek. When you pull away, you can physically feel his cheeks warming and a hand of his comes to touch the place you kissed.

He looks shocked. You wish you had a kamera to capture the expression.

You put your hand on his knee and he moves the leg, giving you space to get up.

"I'll be going, but I'm not leaving. Just combing my hair and brushing my teeth."

And with that, your figure disappears to the bathroom. If you're going to grow this bold staying with him continuously for so long, then he thinks it's best that you have no contact with the outside world.

If it means a happy relationship, he'll even break your knees to keep you here with him.

[witchersgoldenbard]

Ranger’s Apprentice fic. a snippet during book 7 (Erak’s Ransom) while they’re captured.

1.1k words of Gilan/Selethen for @kasztanisagod.

tags: gilan whump, soft selethen, hands and smiles

Gilan’s whole body is made of pain, and has been for the past few days. His feet are aching and raw from trying to keep up as they were bound to horses and dragged along. His skin is chafed and bleeding where the unforgiving sand has managed to destroy his clothes after one too many fall, and even the smallest of cuts feel like his body is nothing more than a pulsating mess. 

Worst of all, though, is the dizziness. He doesn’t know if his head is still bleeding or if the wetness he can feel running down his temple is his body’s testament to the desert heat, but it doesn’t make a difference anyway. 

There’s only pain. And nausea. His eyes are open but he needs a second to understand what he’s seeing — and what he’s seeing is the wall of a cell. Distantly, he hears a door clanging shut, but that might just as well be a memory. 

He’s going to throw up. Tough luck when you don’t even know where up is. 

A groan leaves his mouth as he tries to take a deep breath and fails miserably. Instead, he can add two broken ribs to the list of misery. 

Gods above — Arridi, Skandian, whichever Gods are listening — he’s tired. But he fears that if he closes his eyes, he might not open them anymore for the sheer release that would bring. He can’t sleep, can’t rest, not when— 

“Easy now,” a gentle voice interrupts his less than coherent thoughts and just moments later, a tender hand is combing through his blood-crusted hair. “You shouldn’t move, my friend. There’s nowhere to move to anymore.” 

Gilan frowns, his brain trying and failing to provide any information at this point. The hits to his head must have been worse than he thought if his short term memory refuses to work with him completely. 

“We have reached Maashava,” the voice continues and Gilan has to blink the fog away to make out its owner. When he does, it must show in his eyes, for the worry in Seley el’then’s eyes makes way to the briefest of smiles before returning even stronger than before. “Do you not recall?”

Gilan just stares up at him. That’s all his wrecked body and mind allow him to do right now. That’s all they want to do when gentle hands comb through his hair and chase away some of the pain. 

It is then that reality slowly comes back to him and he realises where he is. He’s lying in a bleak but blissfully cool cell — any more of the desert heat in his current state, and you might have had a fair chance at reaching for his oak leaf looking him dead in the eye and he wouldn’t have been able to stop anyone from succeeding. 

Shame rises in him and he has the urge to apologise to Halt, to explain, but moving his head to the side, he sees that Halt isn’t any better off. He appears to be sleeping and Evanlyn is washing blood away from his face. 

Gilan blinks once, twice, and takes in his old master. It’s not a competition, he knows, but shame makes way to satisfaction when he sees that everyone else hasn’t taken as many hits, kicks and punches as himself. His distractions have worked, then. 

That’s good. Now if only they didn’t make him so nauseous. So tired. So…

“Don’t fall asleep, Gilan,” Selethen demands, and the world tilts slightly, which makes everything worse until… soft. It’s softer now. 

Selethen has moved him so his head is resting in his lap now. 

“You don’t look too good, Ranger. Sleep is dangerous in your state, no matter how badly you might need it. Give it a few hours, please.” 

A beat passes where Gilan tries to process the words that are just too many. Since when does Selethen talk so much? 

“Lies,” he says after a while. 

“Lies?” 

“I look very good. You just can’t see it under all the blood and the bruises.” He tries to crack a smile, but even the huffed breath jolts his head too much. 

Selethen does him the favour of a brief chuckle, and Gilan feels better for it. Lighter. Light is good, he finds. Maybe all he has to focus on is Selethen and his hands working out the clumps of dirt and blood from his hair, maybe all he has to to is make him smile and the world will be a bit less painful. 

His world narrows down to all the ways Selethen is close to him and it does keep him occupied, but it also gets his mind wandering, the adrenaline of the past days wearing off. 

“Keep doing that and I will fall asleep,” he says after another beat of silence. Fall asleep and dream. Dream of what this could mean. Dream of smiles that make me feel lighter. 

“Keep doing what?” Selethen asks, and Gilan senses a trick to just keep him talking, no matter how slurred his speech is. He needs a moment to remember what he said.

“This,” he says eventually, and Selethen only hums. Finding words is hard. He tries. And tries again. “Being gentle.” 

Another smile and Gilan wants to close his eyes to keep it there. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, my friend.” 

“Can’t not be gentle?” He’s losing force on the consonants. The pain is getting stronger, his nerve ends more frayed and his vision blurry. This is familiar. He gives himself another quarter of an hour at most before he will lose his consciousness, no matter how hard he tries to stay here. With Selethen and his wavering smile. 

“Not with my friends, no.” 

This time it’s Gilan who smiles at the word friends. He likes to be Selethen’s friend. The man is admirable, he’s strong, he’s respected by his people and his soldiers, he’s kind, he’s quick-witted and patient, and his hands are impossibly soft. 

“I know you said not to sleep, and I’m no one to deny a wakir’s command, but…” He swallows. Words are hard. He’s not sure they come out as planned, but he perseveres. “I’m afraid I have to prove to you now how stubborn Rangers can be.” 

Another hum from above him and Gilan opens his eyes he hadn’t even noticed closing. The world is fading, but still Selethen is at its centre. 

“I’ll be here when you wake up, then, stubborn Ranger.” 

Will you smile at me still? Gilan wonders. 

“Always,” Selethen says, but before Gilan has time to wonder if someone else has said something, darkness has swallowed him whole.