#and then was like 'arent you sitting across from him' and i was like yeah but hes annoyed i didnt agree with him and i was taking your side

[2knightt]

could u write the gang (seperate) x a reader thats like. deeply and unashamedly obsessed w them

not in in a weird way but like soda makes reader a cake and theyre like “wow ur so talented u should be a baker youd be the best baker in the world everyone look at this isnt my bf such a good baker?? isnt he so cool???? arent you so jealous of me???”

or they visit the DX on steves lunch break and theyre like whats all this? and steve starts explaining the car stuff to them and theyre like “omg ur so smart ur the smartest person ever the DX is so lucky to have you <333 soda come look at steves car isnt he so good at this??? babe u should like reinvent cars youd totally do it better than washington or whatever”

or just reader holding hands and sitting on laps and kissing faces at all times basically the gang x reader thats all over them

「 i just wanna get high with my lover! 」

IN WHICH—you’re totally in love with them!♡ ໋֢ 🎞️✧

📀ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 🕯️ notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ i’m Finally working on reqs. WHO CHEERED???? also new theme for fics. got bored of my old ones😜

Dallas Winston ;

“you’re so strong, dal. you look so good when you fight, did you know that? you’re like the only person who looks that good when fighting. you’re so cool.”

“…thanks, doll.”

was SO STARTLED LMFAO

like??? he’s never been showered in compliments like this before. but he DOES welcome it

cocky bastard. you boosted his ego. it’s too high now.

“i stole this for you.”

“DALLAS! you didn’t have too, oh my god! you’re so sweet—and talented! i can’t believe you stole this—for me! i have the best boyfriend ever! i am so lucky, ain’t i?”

“yeah, i know.”

SHOWS U OFF SO MUCH. he just likes the reaction you give him when he does, honestly. like dallas LOVES hearing you ramble about him when he’s beside you.

he’s all, “yup. i AM the best boyfriend ever, dickhead.”

“this my partner.”

“mhm! dally’s the sweetest ever! he’s so nice to me, don’t you think? ugh, i love him so much. he’s the best boyfriend in the world.”

the way you look at him with lovesick eyes makes him wanna hold you forever and never let go btw.

IF YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO THAT??? ohmy fod he’ll lose his fucking mind!!!

dallas winston looking up at you while you cradle him between your legs, his hands gently holding your waist while you gush over him, a small pink hue across his cheeks.

AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHH

“you’re so handsome. you’re the prettiest boy ever. i love your hair, it’s so nice. with or without the grease.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

has the most DISGUSTING and GROSS lovey dovey smile across his face has you plant kissed across his face, mumbling sweet nothings as you do so.

feels like you’re an angel when you do this after a bad day btw. loves you sososososo much he’s so down bad

Johnny Cade ;

looks up at you with the biggest puppy dogs eyes you’ve ever seen as you sit on his lap, kissing his scars. johnny’s lips would be slightly parted as he seems mesmerized with every movement you make.

WHIPPED. HE IS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER. the SECOND you started gushing over, he got a small grin on his face, a sense of pride washing over him.

he, like, never knew you seen him as this magnificent being. johnny’s confidence was never great but PHEWWW you’re always there to help him!!!

“you really like my scars?”

“totally. they make you look so cute, johnny. they make you, you and that’s all i could ever ask for. you’re so cute. i love you. any person would, i’m just so glad that it’s me.”

he’d get so shy after but johnny would be walking with his chin slightly higher. ‘cause deep down he’s all, “what if they don’t actually mean it☹️?” and then you show up outta nowhere and like engulf him with a hug and he’s like “nvm…i love ‘em actually☺️.”

whenever you brag about him to people, he has to look at his feet to keep himself from smiling too much.

“and if you ever need someone to listen to you, nobody does it like johnny! he’s the best listener ever, nobody can ever compare to him. johnny’s such an angel!”

“y/n…”

he’d mumble, an embarrassed groan leaving his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, kicking a rock.

contrary to popular belief of you being more in love, he is. he swears up and down that you’re too good to him, that you’re a real doll, that he doesn’t deserve someone like you.

johnny needs someone like this in his life NOW! and if it isn’t you it’s gonna be me.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

so fucking embarrassed i’m crying.

i believe he can’t take compliments for SHIT. so being around you, he just becomes a mess. like stuttering n’ shit.

“your voice is so pretty. you read so much better than everyone else, pony. you should do it as a job—you’d totally beat everyone. it’s not like it’d ever be a competition with you there, though. you’re so cool, pony.”

“i-uhm…thank you, y/n.”

GIGGLES SOO HARD LMFAOOOO

like at night when he’s with soda, he just rambles to his older brother about what you told him. soda thinks it’s cute in the moment, but later wants ponyboy to shut up because it’s been two hours of him gushing over what you said to him.

“and then they said that i-“

“OKAY, DAMN. i have work tomorrow and you have school. ponyboy, please.”

“…okay? they said that i was the prettiest boy they’ve ever seen.”

“holy fuck.”

like he’d be ranting about some drama with the gang or some movie he’d seen, sitting on the couch as you rest your head on his shoulder.

you look over to him, thinking he’s never looked more perfect. ponyboy had washed the grease out of his hair, the fluffy hair falling over his ears.

unconsciously, you tuned him out as you leaned over, kissing him on the cheek.

“what was that for?”

“you tell stories so well, pony. you’d make a great writer, did you know that? i’m so lucky to have you.”

“i-huh?”

WAHHH COMPLIMENTING PONYBOY WHILE ATTACKING HID FACE WITH KISSES AS HE GIGGLES ☹️☹️☹️

he’s so cute thay’s literally my man….!!!!

Sodapop Curtis ;

HE’S SO IN LOVE!!!!!

sitting on the counter while he cooks and you just rant about how perfect he is makes him WEAK IN THE KNEES.

“you’re such a good baker, soda. nobody does it like you do. you’re like—the best baker in the world. ain’t he, two-bit?”

“stop it, y/n..🤭🤭”

“nah, ‘m good.”

you brag about him to the girls that go to the DX to flirt with him. i can see it now.

soda’s just in the background giggling SOO HARD AND TWEAKING WITH STEVE LMFAOO

“no, he’s so sweet to me! i swear, he’s like the best boyfriend ever, did you know that? i’d be jealous if i was you, honestly.”

“TEEHEE”

“soda, shut up!”

“i’m the best boyfriend ever, steve😛.”

HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU IT’S SO CUTEEE😭😭

“you look so cute today, y/n. i got so lucky, didn’t i? had to be blessed to even have you in my life.”

FUCK i need this man at my doorstep

like imagine sitting on his lap, him staring up at you while you push back his hair with a small smile on his face. the silence between the two of you being broken by exchanged compliments.

YOU TWO MAKE EVERYONE FUCKIJG SICK I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT!!! YOU GUYS ARE SO PERFECT TOGETHER IT MAKES ME VOMIT!!!

Darry Curtis ;

tries to act cool and nonchalant when you do it, but he turns his head away to cover the huge smile that’s growing on his face.

“you’re so strong, dare! you’re the strongest person ever—you could totally take down anyone. isn’t he just the best, soda?”

“alright, that’s enough, y/n.”

“but you’re just so good to me, dare. :(.”

“sweetheart, please.”

“alright..”

“he’s smiling, y/n.”

“and blushin’…i love your brother so much.”

“everyone knows.”

AKDNSKDHEKENKDS SITTING ON HIS LAP WHILE HE SITS ON HIS CHAIR, READING THE NEWS PAPER🤭🤭

like your arms are wrapped around his neck, his arms around your waist as he reads the newspaper over your shoulder while lazily responding to your rambles.

“you look so cute with your reading glasses. you’re the most handsome boyfriend in the whole world. i’m so lucky, ain’t i?”

“you’re a real treat, y/n.”

—

“i love your hair, darry. you look so much better with this hairstyle than anyone else. you should be a model.”

“i’d be a terrible model, dear.”

gang is so jealous of your relationship btw. they call it bullshit that darry pulled you.

they fake gag and groan when you do this but in reality they’re like, ‘damn…when is it my turn to be happy.😒’

darry’s self esteem’s alright. it’s not the best but it’s not the worst. but you’re always there to remind him he’s absolutely perfect :).

Steve Randle ;

HE’S SOOOO WHIPPED LMFAOOOO

like i swear to god the second you went on a rant about him he was so ready to marry you right then and there.

“you’re so good when it comes to cars. honestly—you could just make your own and it’d be 100x better than whoever made them before. you’re just the best mechanic ever.”

“really? you think so? ‘cause if i were ever to i’d totally change the way they-“

and now steve’s on a 12 minute rant on how he’d change cars to rub better while you just sit there, listening to him with a smile.

YOU HAVE HIM SOOOO INSANE LIKE I SWEAR TO GOD!?? he couldn’t ask for a better partner if he tried!!!

like, i imagine steve’s always had confidence issues—being friends with soda n all don’t really help.

BUT THEN YOU CAME ALONG AND HE’S JUST VISIBLY HAPPIER😭😭.

“you’re so smart, steve. like—the smartest ever.”

“stawpp, oh my god. what else am i, though?”

“you’re cute, awfully nice, you got the prettiest eyes the world’s ever seen-“

please tell him all this while kissing him all over. he needs it so bad.

teehee lazily kissing steve randles face as the blush across his face grows from the never ending compliments that leave your lips😜

he’d totally tell you to shut up and when you don’t, he just kiss you.

AUGHHHH

Two-Bit Mathews ;

AUGH HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU !!!!

honestly—he didn’t like it at first. ‘cause deep down he was all, ‘wtf??? i’m supposed to be making them swoon n’ shit??? why am i the one giggling rn??😒😡’

but overtime he’d look forward to your silly little love drunk rambles. tell him he’s the most thoughtful boyfriend ever when he’s drunk and he might cry.

“YOU REALLY THINK THAT? BABY, STA-“

and he’s like actually sobbing while hugging you.

sitting on two-bit’s lap in the backseat of his car at the drive-in, ignoring the movie you guys came to watch because you’re both too focused on each other.

kissing every inch of his face, laughs leaving his lips as you mutter small comments about how cute his laugh is. unconsciously, his grip on your hips tightening.

FUCK i’m making myself feel lonely writing this.

every single good thing you say about him gets internalized. someone could say his hair’s dumb but then in his head he goes ‘NUH-UH! y/n said my hair is absolutely perfect😜’

[kawaiianimeredhead]

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[faetima]

𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞. .

. . one day you receive an odd text from an unknown number. you try blocking the number, but it doesn’t work.

oh well, it’s probably just someone pranking you.

right?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, stalking ; gn reader ; modern au, yandere au

a/n: sorry for the weird formatting!! tumblr wouldn't let me format it correctly :(

also sorry for the random bigger text, it keeps changing random letters and numbers to be bigger for some reason??

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

aconties — symbolize hatred and that you should be cautious.

aconite - veil

always forever - cults

jealous girl - lana del rey

suki suki daisuki - jun togawa

yes or yes - twice

saccharine - jazmin bean

stalker’s tango - autoheart

an unhealthy obsession - tbrso

candy coated suicide - night club

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

i’m a slave 4 u - jazmin bean

the red means i love you - madds buckley

body - mother mother

red lights - bang chan, hyunjin

playlist <3

𝟭.‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

18:12 december 12th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite. :)

you

hi

who is this?

unknown number

oh, dont worry about that.

youll know very soon, my beloved aconite. <3

read 18:20

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟮.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

13:27 december 13th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite!

how was your day today?

sent 13:27

unknown number

hello?

sent 16:43

unknown number

please reply. i know youre online, aconite.

you

please stop

who is this??

unknown number

i told you before !

haha, my aconite is so silly. never remembers anything.

like your math homework yesterday, hm? completely forgot to do it!

so cute.<3

read 17:38

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟯.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:12 december 14th, 2024

unknown number

who is that boy?

you

?

unknown number

the one sitting across from you.

he keeps looking at you.

he keeps touching you. its pissing me off.

who is he?

you

he’s my friend

unknown number

sure.

well see how long that lasts. :)

read 12:48

--

you looked up from your phone, glancing towards bennett, and then around the small cafeteria which was packed with people, a shiver running down your spine.

whoever was texting you was here, and they were watching you.

𝟰.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:58 december 17th, 2024

unknown number

my beloved aconite, arent you supposed to be in class rigjt now?

right ***

ignore that.

and, most importantly, arent you supposed to be paying attention?

come on darling, on your phone in the one class i so happen to be in?

you can do this in chemistry or something. dont do it just when i so happen to be near you. i know for a fact you dont do this in any other class.

anyways, see you later ❤️❤️

read 13:02

𝟱.

you have started a chat !

09:27 december 18th, 2024

you

BENNETT

HELP KE

NE

ME

benny

Huh? Wht happened? R u ok?

you

NO

THERE’S THIS GHY

OR GIRL I DON’T KNOW

AND I THINK HE’S STALKING ME OR SOMETHING

benny

Huh?? Wdym?

you

LIKE

OKAY I DON’T KNOW IF HE’S STALKING ME

BUT HE’S GIVING ME REALLY FREAKY VIBES

HE KEEPS TEXTING ME

AND HE SAW ME TALKING TO YOU

AND THEN HE ASKED ABT THAT

AND HE WAS LIKE “HE WON’T BE YOUR FRIEND FOR LONG 🙂”

AND AND AND

APPARENTLY HE’S IN MY MATH CLASS???

AND HE SAW ME ON MY PHONE

JND TEHN HE TEXTED ME AND SCOLED ME

HELP WHAT DO I DO

benny

Just block him

you

I TRIED

IT’S NOT WORKING??

benny

Well I dont think u can do anything abt it besides that

Bc u dont hv any proof that he has any malicious intent

So uhm maybe just ignore him

Maybe hes just trolling u

you

yeah

maybe

read 10:01

--

you let out a sigh, putting your phone face down and burying your face in your arms.

what could you even do at this point? you didn’t have any proof they had any bad intent, and you couldn’t block them.

this whole situation was starting to freak you out. it didn’t help that you were pretty emotional and easily scared.

maybe you should look on the positive side. hey, someone finally has a crush on you!

you swallowed hard, breathing rapidly, heart racing. you buried your face deeper in your arms, scared of what was to come from this whole situation.

𝟲.

you exhaled shakily, a small fog appearing from it. you were shivering, the outside cold pinpricking your skin like tiny needles.

choosing fashion over warmth probably hadn’t been a good idea, but who cared? you liked dressing up. it was worth sacrificing your comfort for something you enjoyed! plus you would’ve been cold either way. it would be heated enough in the classroom anyway.

at least you hoped it would be.

you walked at moderately fast pace to your school, putting in your earbuds. you scrolled down your playlist on spotify, finally finding the song you had been craving to listen to. you clicked the play button on it, refraining from humming along to it.

you found yourself repeatedly glancing behind yourself, even though each time you looked no one was there. every time there was even the slightest of rustling able to penetrate through the sound of the music you were listening to, you’d jump, paranoid.

ever since you had received the first message, you had been on edge, and for good reason. this whole situation was extremely different from what you experienced in your day to day life.

before this, you hadn’t even known of anyone liking you romantically. it wasn’t that everyone hated you or something, you were just pretty shy, which led others to socialize with and notice you less.

a lot less.

it was a bit disappointing, but at least you had a few friends.

you had been lost in your train of thought too long. as you walked forward mindlessly, you hadn’t noticed a figure also walking in front of you.

you crashed into the person and staggered a little before regaining your balance.

luckily the person didn’t fall or anything, but instead stood rigid like a stone wall.

you gasped out a few apologizes, repeatedly saying “sorry”.

but you immediately shut up when the person turned around and when electric purple eyes met your own.

you swallowed hard, freezing as the person scowled at you.

𝟳.

“watch where you’re going,” the person muttered, still scowling at you. her loosely braided hair—a shade of bright purple, similar to that of an aconite, with some lighter purple highlights within it—fell down the front of her shoulder, and she pushed it back. the motion itself was filled with pure elegance and grace.

”i- uhm, sorry,” you mumbled, your neck getting hotter as you lowered your head a little in shame.

the girl rolled her eyes.

even that was full of daintiness and fluidity.

she sighed the slightest bit, seeming to soften a little.

”it’s fine, i guess. just watch where you’re going in the future.”

she mumbled those words quickly before turning and walking away briskly, pulling out her phone and rapidly texting someone whilst walking.

the sharp clicking of her heels was the only thing heard in the crisp and cold morning air.

suddenly, your phone buzzed. you took it out, hands trembling the tiniest bit.

--

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

07:54 december 19th, 2024

unknown number

where are you?

youre in class by this time.

read 07:54

unknown number

answer me.

read 08:01

unknown number

stop fucking leaving me on read.

read 08:04

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was successful !

𝟴.

22:39 december 20th, 2024

unknown number

youre going to regret this so, so much my pretty aconite.

im going to pick all your petals off.

one

by

one. <3

your message was not able to be sent ! you may have been blocked by the recipient . if not, please try again later . if the problem persists, please contact customer support .

𝟵.

a few days had passed since you had blocked the number.

now you sat in class, chin placed in the palm of your arm. you felt eerily drowsy, but knew it was just because of how bored you were. the teacher droned on and on about some sort of math formula. you didn’t bother listening, knowing it would only make your head hurt if you tried to understand what was going on.

you were snapped out of your sleepy daze when the teacher said something about a “group project”. she said there would be groups of three or four, and that groups would be predetermined, but you could request to be put in a group with someone else.

the person sitting in front of you passed you the slip to request to be put into a group with someone.

you passed it to the person behind you after realizing what the slip was for.

you just had to be assigned a group project in the class you had no friends in. it could’ve been in literally any other class, but no, instead it was in the class where you barley knew anyone.

you didn’t put anyone on the slip because you barley knew anyone in the class, and the people you knew probably were already going to put someone else on the paper.

you put your head down in your arms, closing your eyes, listening to the erratic chatter around you.

what you didn’t notice was that, on the slip, someone had already put your name down alongside theirs.

𝟭𝟬.

you sighed softly, finally done with school for the day. you opened the door to your house, and were hit by the strong and unmistakable aroma of your favorite meal. 

you stepped into your house, closing the door quietly and setting your backpack down. you greeted your mom, who greeted you back. she stood in the kitchen, cooking your favorite meal.

”can you go to the store for me? i need salt for this, but we ran out,” your mom stated, gesturing towards what she was cooking.

you nodded silently, turning to leave. you opened the door, closed it, and started walking to the store.

--

upon entering, you couldn’t help but notice how empty it was. usually there were at least a few other people, but right now you could only spot around four.

you walked around the store but, even after ten minutes of sauntering around, couldn’t find the salt for some reason. maybe you were going blind or something.

you decided to ask an employee, timidly walking up to one and tapping him on the shoulder.

he turned around, bright purple eyes meeting your own. a scowl, which didn’t quite seem to fit him, adorned his pretty face. his hair was a dull shade of purple, and light wispy bangs fell on his forehead. his skin was extremely clear and pale like porcelain, and looked as if it could shatter any second. the resemblance to a doll he bore was uncanny.

”what?” he snapped, glaring at you through his bangs.

”uhm, sorry to bother you, but, uh, do you.. do you know where the salt is?” you asked, fidgeting a little with your fingers.

he let out a long, deep sigh.

”yes. follow me,” he muttered, already walking towards the isle.

you followed in suit.

𝟭𝟭.

tentatively, you looked up from your hands to see who was in your group.

the first person you laid your eyes upon was a girl with light blue hair tied into an elegant and sleek ponytail with a black ribbon with golden streaks. she had a small beauty mark under one of her eyes, which were a pale shade of blue, matching her hair.

sitting beside her was a guy who was a bit taller than her. he had green eyes and messy honey-yellow hair that was tied into a ponytail with a scarlet red ribbon.

you moved your gaze to the last person.

he seemed oddly familiar, like you had seen him somewhere before. you couldn’t quite remember where though, maybe at park or store?

he had feathery bangs which fell down his forehead in a almost perfect matter. his hair itself seemed to be styled in a jellyfish cut of sorts, and was a dim shade of lavender. his eyes matched the color of his hair, and were narrowed to form a scowl on his pretty face. his skin was eerily pale, almost like porcelain.

the boy who you were just looking at let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at something.

the blonde boy spoke up first.

”so, uhm.. hi. i’m thoma.”

following in suit, you all said your names after him.

thoma spoke again.

”do you guys have a phone number or something we can use to contact each other with for the project? i already have ayaka’s, so i just need you boths’.” 

scaramouche shook his head.

”i don’t have access to my phone right now,” he muttered, still scowling

”oh.”

”we, uhm, we can use instagram or something to message each other?” you said, the slightest hint of nervousness lacing your voice.

”sure,” ayaka said.

scaramouche and thoma nodded in agreement.

you all wrote down your usernames on a piece of paper.

--

once you got home, you took out your phone, typing all their usernames into the search bar and following them one by one. after doing so, you added them all to a group chat.

𝟭𝟮.

you have started a chat !

18:12 december 27th, 2024

you

hi

@.lookingforthoma

Hello.

@.hidingfromayaka

🤑

@.flowers4sc4ra

hi. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

LMAOO WHY IS UR USERNAME THAT

UR ALWAYS SO EMO BUT NOW

”FLOWERS4SC4RA”

LMOA LMOA

@.flowers4sc4ra

shut the fuck up.

you

pls stop

@.flowers4sc4ra

sorry. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

OMFG

HE KIST

USYT

JUST

SAID SORRY

TO U

SHEJSHWJAHAAKAKWK

you

okay anyway

there’s two parts on the project

i was thinking we could split up into teams of two and then each do one part or smth?

idk man 😭😭

@.lookingforthoma

That sounds good.

@.flowers4sc4ra

ok.

@.hidingfromayaka

i call dibs on working with ayaka 😛😛

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𝟭𝟯.

you stood in front of his house’s door, rocking back onto your heels and then up onto your toes, nervous. you clutched the bag you were holding—of which was filled with notebooks and various school supplies.

you were anxious, waiting for scaramouche to answer the door. it had only been a minute, but to you it felt like ten.

you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. you didn’t know why or how or when or where, just that you had a bad gut feeling.

but you shook it off, knowing you had to work on the project.

all of the sudden the door opened, slamming against the wall in a violent manner, making you flinch a little, torn out of your thoughts.

you glanced at the doorway, laying your eyes on the indigo-haired boy.

”uhm, hi,” you mumbled, swallowing nervously.

”hi,” he replied, voice and face blank; devoid of any emotion, “uh, d’you wanna come in?”

you uttered a small okay, walking inside after he shuffled a little to the side.

“we can work in the living room, i guess.”

you nodded silently, following scaramouche as he walked to the living room.

--

upon arriving, you placed your bag—which you had been clutching so hard your knuckles had turned white—down. you both sat down on the ground, and, after taking your things out, started working on the project.

scaramouche was sitting slightly behind you, doing his part of the project. once every few minutes, he would lean his head over your shoulder—face almost touching it—in order to see what progress you had made.

your heart beat much, much faster every time he did it, face getting hot.

and of course that didn’t go unnoticed by scaramouche.

--

around an hour after working on the project, you asked scaramouche where the bathroom was.

”straight, then go left,” he said. he didn’t even glance up at you as he told you where to go, just continued writing on the notebook splayed out in front of him.

you got up, walking out of the living room and straight like he said.

only problem was you didn’t quite remember if he had said to go right or left after going straight.

you decided to go right, and came across a door. assuming it was the bathroom, you opened it.

you really wished you hadn’t after you saw what was inside.

𝟭𝟰.

after you had opened the door and seen what was inside, you really wished you hadn't.

inside there were hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of photographs. they were plastered all over the walls, overlapping each other. they covered the ground, the walls, the ceiling, everything. the only things in the room besides that were a bed, a desk, and a computer monitor, which was lit up.

the bright screen blared at you, enticing you to come look.

the monitor displayed pictures of a house, probably running from security cameras or the like.

but it wasn't just any house, no.

it was your house.

your room.

your kitchen.

your living room.

your fucking house.

a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you. you felt sick to your stomach, leaning on the doorway for support.

then you heard something clattering behind you, falling to the floor.

you looked behind you, eyes wide.

scaramouche was standing there, frozen. he had dropped his phone to the ground, which had a photo of you working on the project opened on it.

”why the fuck are you in my room?” he burst out, almost yelling at you.

his room?

you became even more still than you were before, if that was even physically possible.

”y-you- your room?” you uttered, voice audibly shaking.

scaramouche just glared at you, hands fisted up.

then he took a step toward you.

you, in turn, stepped backwards.

the slightest rusting of paper was heard—presumably some of the photographs getting crushed underneath your feet.

he walked closer.

you backed away.

it was a vicious cycle which eventually ended when you bumped into a wall. some photographs fell down to the floor from the motion.

scaramouche cornered you in, staring at you with an unknown glint in his eyes.

it was a combination of everything you had made him fucking feel—obsession, anger, lovesickness, loathing.

he leaned in towards you, mouth almost touching your ear from how close he was. his hot breath fanned across your neck.

”well, since you’ve already seen everything, there’s no point in letting you leave now, hm? not when you’re right where i want you, my beloved aconite,” he whispered, pulling away. scaramouche grinned.

he stared at you with a mixture of emotions in his eyes, but the most prominent was limerence.

 “you’re finally all mine. my aconite.”

[rotthepoet]

Lorenzo berkshire arranged marriage 😝

YES YES YES YES YES OMG YES 100x

Okay okay so like??? How did we end up in this situation??? Because you knew Lorenzo in school but that man was a BITCHHHHHHH okay? Like he was a DICK and not someone you ever wanted to spend time around. I mean, yeah, he was hot, but that personality was simply distasteful, you arent even sure he knew you existed the 7 years you were in school together

So surprise surprise, when you graduated, (and im gonna be real with you this would only happen if youre a pureblood OR MAYBE HARD MAYBE a half-blood with two very powerful and influential magic parents) dearest mummy and daddy decided;

“Hm! More power and influence?? Good idea!”

And with that, you were arranged to marry into the Berkshire family! How clever! How smart! How lucky for you!

Except, when you’re finally alone with Lorenzo for the first time, he doesnt even bother looking at you as he says “You’re married to me only for show. I will not be your doting husband, but if you want to live a good, long life, you’ll be the perfect wife for me.”

And you’re like. Wtf? Because? This is not how marriage works?

Alas, the ceremony goes on. His lips are addictively soft as you kiss at the alter, and after that? Gone from your line of sight. No where to be found. Actually- you do find him in a study with all his friends, drinking fire whiskey around the fire place. They laugh about the situation, one of them speaking up to say “hey, could be worse. At least she’s hot.”

And you’re like. Wow. Really classy. Very funny. (It hurt your feelings quite a bit)

And trust, you do not see Lorenzo for a very long time. Like. You’re in separate bedrooms, on separate sides of his large estate, with purposely different schedules.

You’ll see him in a corridor occasionally and its like seeing a ghost fr

Regardless, youre expected to attend formal things with him, and you’re expected to stand by his side. And this is really the first time you two get along. Cuz y’see? Lorenzo loves to gossip. A real manwhore for it. So whenever he sees a woman sneaking away from her husband to see another man?? Oh boy he needs to tell someone and you are the physically closest person to him.

And Lorenzo is… aghast really to learn how… witty you are. He was ultimately flabbergasted. He found you… pleasant to talk to.

So he begins joining you at dinner, spouting off drama between his co-workers, updating you on his friends, on himself.

It actually is quite a relaxing way to decompress at the end of the day. And, to add to all of that, you start to see your husband around more often. He actually seeks out your company at the end of a long work day, sitting next to you in the library while you read. Just to be around you.

Then the gifts start.

Showering you in gifts- new clothes, jewelry, flowers, this and that, gives you his card and takes you out for an evening of shopping. Bonus if he gets ro help you choose what dress you like more.

Then he gets touchy, absentmindedly grabbing your hand in a crowd, letting your legs drape across his lap while you sit together, an arm around your shoulders if youre close enough.

He kisses you for the first time on your anniversary, and asks you out on a date. A real date. That should have happened long before the wedding.

And life is good after that <3

[leigh-kay]

time for dom tyler w a vamp gf bc he has a thirst for fear and blood and she cant die and likes pain 🤭

Close Your Eyes // Tyler Galpin

warnings: dark!tyler, biting, mean!dom!tyler, hyde comes out but not ugly bug eyes, just claws lmfao, slapping, blindfold, blood, smut (again obvi), degrading, praising, fingering, oral (woman recieving), manhandling, may make some uncomfy☝️

smut smut smut SMUT bc he deserves the hype truly

Tongue and teeth and hands and skin. Red, and white, and the absence of it all.

She relished in the feeling of the sting across her cheek, squealing at the feel of his hands gripping at her breasts, and jumping each time he let her go to grab at her again.

"Ty," she breathed, chest brushing his as he held her wrists to the wall, "can I see you yet?"

"I wanted to try a blindfold actually."

She ran it through her mind as she breathed him in, pausing before opening her eyed of her own accord.

"Why?'

His grip on her wrists loosened, soothing shapes traced where bruises would remain tomorrow, "If you can't see what I'm doing, you'll be forced to anticipate what I do next."

She read between the lines. Anticipate. Be nervous. Nerves meant fear, excitement. Fear fed the fire the hyde instilled in him, and excitement wasn't hard to come by when he had such a way with her body.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

She nodded, pressing the last soft kiss of the night to his lips, "Show me why I should be scared."

He groaned, hand tracing at her neck, "Close your eyes."

He was gone, and then he wasn't. She felt the fabric as he fastened it around her eyes.

It was light, and he tyed it tight, but not so tight it hurt.

"You," he sucked against the column of her throat, "are so fucking good for me, arent you?"

she nodded, a smile gracing her despite the handling she knew was to come.

she loved her sweet, soft eyed boyfriend when he was quiet and shy, holding her hand; she also loved her dark, careless, merciless boyfriend when he threw her around and fucked her dumb.

"Always so willing," she felt the dull point as he held it between her breasts, cutting through the thin fabric of her top.

As the fabric fell to the floor, the point still trailed her stomach. Dull enough to graze, sharp enough to cut if he so wished.

Her breath caught, head collapsing to the wall as it poked below her waistline.

"Careful. Wouldn't want to cut you, yeah?" his laugh was sadistic.

It drove her fucking crazy.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Cut me, Ty."

The burn across her face was familiar.

"You're so fucking needy. It's pathetic."

"I want you," she screamed as he dug his claws into the flesh of her thigh, "to hurt me."

She couldn't see it, oh how she fucking wished she could, but she could hear it. Feel it.

He was smiling, "Anything you want."

She was in his arms, legs wrapped at his waist as his cock hardened as her core ground against him with each step.

He dropped her to the bed with no warning, the fall catching her off guard.

As she tried to sit up, he shoved her to her back. Her thighs clenched as he ran his teeth across his collarbone. She was unsure if the substance between her legs was her own arousal or the blood from the wound he'd dug into her skin.

As he trailed across her breasts, he bit down, sending her back arching into him as she whimpered.

"Tyler!" she gasped, her own nails raking through his scalp, gripping at his hair as he worked.

As his touch left her, she whined, a pout crossing her as she felt the bed shift.

Where had he gone?

His fingers clutched around her ankles, ripping her down the mattress as he attached his lips to her center through the fabric covering her.

It sent her reeling as she jolted at the contact.

"Tell me what it is."

She lay confused, turned on probably more than she should be, eyes open under the blindfold, as if she could look for the answer.

The shock of the cold against her clit as he tugged her panties to the side answered her queries.

"Fuck!"

He ran it down her folds, pressing viciously against her clit as he pushed at her thighs to keep her down.

"Either you stay still or this ends."

She nodded, body trembling as she tried to keep herself still.

Her fingers scraped against the bed as he thrust tso of his fingers in with no warning, keeping the ice at her most sensitive spot.

He went slow, dragging through her as she moaned, "Tyler, faster!"

He gripped at her hips, mouth meeting her as he picked up the pace. He groaned as she bucked back against him, urging him to go faster still.

As her head rolled back, his teeth tugged at her, tongue soothing the burn as she writhed, the previous warning forgotten.

"Taste so fucking good," he sighed into her.

As her hormones surged and her back arched, she cried out for him, reaching desperately for him as she yanked him to her level, forcing her lips against his.

She came as his fingers never gave up, her fangs piercing his lower lip.

As she floated down his hand trapped her own two in a cage above her head, his tongue running across her neck as he bit down.

It was sick, and disgusting, the way she ached each and everytime he tore into her.

It invoked a feeling so raw, so confusing, and so fucking enticing.

He hadn't fully released her from the hold of his mouth as he pushed her up, only letting go as he flipped her to the position he wanted her.

"I'm gonna fuck you, and you're not going to cum until I say so."

"Yes, please."

His palm cracked down across her ass as he rubbed himself against her, teasing.

With slow, torturous taps to her clit, rubbing his tip along her as he fought his own sense of control from behind her.

"Goddamnit Ty-"

His hand collided with her pussy, making her shout as her back dipled further inwards.

He eased into her, allowing no recovery time as he pounded into her, his hand sneaking around her neck, pulling her up against him.

"You're so pretty when you let me fucking destroy you."

Her lip was between her teeth, fighting the sounds trying to escape her.

She felt dirty, sick, and she was. God she really was. Because she loved it.

"Letting me ruin your sweet little outfit," his fingers found her clit, "carve into you like the pain slut you are," he rubbed rough figure eights against her, grip at her neck tightening, "and now you're letting me fuck you stupid."

She gripped a hand at his around her neck, pushing further against her windpipe, her eyes drifting to the back of her head.

Her moans were strangled and the she felt so so dizzy.

She could smell the adrenaline, sense her own nerves as he could do anything he pleased with her. She could nearly taste the anger and the rage seeping out of him as he buried himself inside of her.

He dropped the grip at her neck, feeling her clench around his cock, "dont you dare cum without permission."

His thrusts grew deeper, his hands ravaging her body as he took what he wanted.

He was beautiful, she didn't need to see physically to see him in her own mind.

Head thrown bad, the low growls ripping out of his throat revealing he was just as close as she was.

The way he ripped himself from her to throw her to her back again only solidified what she'd known

"Tyler, right there, please!"

He kept his pace, stabbing st her g spot with each and every thrust, "Please- let me-"

"Say my name."

"Tyler," she gasped.

"Whose fuck toy are you?"

"Y-yours," her lip bled with how hard she bit down, "I'm yours!"

"Now!" he demanded.

She broke.

Her lips met his neck as she dug her teeth into the skin of his neck. Her mouth rushed with his blood as she came apart on him. As she savored his taste he lost himself, cumming inside her.

The shocks sent the two of them into a spiral, reaching and gripping and gasping.

As she pulled from his neck, he rushed his lips to hers, tasting his own blood, running his tongue across hers to capture the taste.

He ripped at the blindfold, revealing her eyes before kissing her once more, his hold on her waist not faltering.

"I love you."

He slowly withdrew from her, gentle hands as he brushed the stray hairs from her cheeks, "I worship you."

author here to let everyone know i do take request :) and id love to hear your ideas

[reputationmunson]

Not sure if you're taking requests or not, but if you are can you plz write something about just being with steve, Robin, Nancy, and your boyfriend eddie and eddie just keeps doing things that arent conventionality sexy, but it turns you on none the less and you cant help but jump him right then and there and you keep telling him how sexy he is and the gang tell you guys to get a room and you guys do 👀

honestly, everything eddie does turns me on so this was definitely easy to write. thank you for the request i hope you like it! :)

cw: Smut (18+), afab reader, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, cream pie, slight dom!eddie, drug use, use of y/n (like once or twice), some good ol’ light spanking, reader is insanely feral for eddie

Your boyfriend is driving you absolutely crazy.

Usually it wouldn’t be an issue, but you’re positive your friends wouldn’t approve of you jumping his bones in the middle of Steve’s basement.

Ever since the events of the upside down, you and your friends made an agreement to get together at least once a week and do something fun. Whether it was going to the movies, or bowling, or going out to eat, it didn’t matter because you were all safe and together.

While you loved this new-found tradition, tonight was the most inconvenient night to have a get together. Every little thing Eddie did was turning you on and he was unaware of the effect he was having on you.

You and Eddie had quite literally started your day with a bang before he headed off to his new job down at the garage. While he left you satisfied, he also left you wanting more and with the last minute idea to have a night in at the Harrington household, you didn’t even have time for a quickie.

The strange thing is, he isn’t even doing anything that would be considered sexual which makes it worse. He could give you a wet willy and you’d probably cum on the spot.

Earlier when he opened his beer bottle with his teeth, you literally whimpered instead of giving him a speech on dental safety. Thankfully, it wasn’t loud enough for anyone to hear because your friends would definitely make fun of you.

Currently he's sitting on the couch rolling a joint while you sit across from him on the floor.No one else is even paying attention, too caught up in conversation, but you’re watching him like a damn hawk. God, his hands are so fucking sexy.

Watching his fingers work their magic has you in a trance. You can’t help but think of what they feel like when they’re in- “You alright, babe?” Eddie asks before you can finish your thought. “Oh, yeah. I’m great. Just a little tired”

“Lick this for me?” He asks and your eyes widen. Eddie chuckles. “The paper, ya perv.

“Oh, right” Everytime Eddie rolled a joint, you licked the paper for him. You weren’t sure why, but it was a cute thing the two of you always did.

You lean forward and licked the paper while making eye contact. It took everything in you not to wrap your lips around his thumb and suck. Once you’re done, you sit back down on the floor and he sets the joint on the coffee table. “Thanks, baby. I’m gonna go get you a glass of water for when we smoke” Fuck, he’s so considerate you could just suck the soul right out of his body.

Once Eddie’s upstairs, you decide that he probably needs help and you’d hate to be a bad girlfriend.

“I’ll be right back” You say to your friends and sprint up the stairs.

When you walk in the kitchen, his back is facing you and he’s unaware you’re in the room. Eddie is rummaging through cabinets and humming a song while bobbing his head. You love seeing him lost in his own world.

Not wanting to keep your hands off of him any longer, you walk over to him and hug him from behind, giving him a squeeze.

“Steve, how many times do I have to tell you I have a girlfriend?” He jokes. You laugh and bury your face into his back and breathe in his scent. You move your hands under his shirt and he covers your hands with his own.

After standing there for a couple of minutes, Eddie turns around to face you and wraps his arms around you. “What’s got you all lovey dovey?” He asks, rubbing your back. “Just missed you” You put your hands behind his neck and play with his hair. “Well we can’t have that” Eddie leans down to kiss you.

The kiss is slow and passionate, but you need more. Your tongue slides across his bottom lip and he opens his mouth. Both of your tongues move together in harmony. His hands slide down to the back of your thighs. You know this means he wants you to jump and wrap your legs around him, so you oblige.

Eddie sets you on the counter and the kiss grows more intense. You feel a sense of relief and your body starts to go limp as you relax. You’re finally getting what you’ve been waiting for all day.

“Munson, y/l, you two better not be fucking in my kitchen.” You hear Steve shout from the top of the basement stairs.

“Guess we should get back down there” Eddie sighs and gives you a peck. You hop off the counter and head down to the basement hand in hand.

“How nice of you nymphomaniacs to finally join us.” Steve comments when you reach the bottom of the stairs. “If you missed me that much, Steve, just be honest” Eddie replies, making everyone giggle. “Yeah, you’d like that. We smokin’ or what?”

Robin, Steve, and Nancy all sit on the couch and you and Eddie share the oversized bean bag chair.

“M’lady, do me the honors of the first hit?” Eddie holds the joint to your lips and you inhale. Smoke fills your lungs and you immediately feel a sense of relaxation once you exhale. Eddie hands you your glass of water so you don’t have a coughing fit.

Moments later, the first joint is gone and you start to grow needier for Eddie’s touch. Weed always makes you horny, so smoking might not have been the best idea.

“Robs, pass me that blanket please. It’s freezing down here” It’s not really that cold but you can’t exactly palm Eddie through his pants without something to cover you. She throws it at you and Eddie places the blanket over both of you.

He throws his arm around you, pulling you closer and you rest your head on his chest. “Maybe we should put a movie on. Something scary?” You suggest. You and Eddie always get riled up during horror movies.

Once the movie starts and everyone’s eyes are glued to the screen, you start to have a little fun.

His shirt has slightly ridden up, so you let the hand that’s resting on his chest drift down to the exposed skin on his side. You slowly trace circles on his skin and he lets out a content sigh.

Once you think he believes this was an innocent gesture, you move your finger to rest atop his waistband and play with the fabric.

He tenses up, but quickly relaxes when he sees everyone else is paying attention to the movie.

Feeling bold, you start to plant tiny kisses on his neck without moving too much to avoid suspicion. Eddie’s hand moves down to rest on your ass occasionally giving it a squeeze.

Without hurry, you move your hand to rest atop his crotch. Eddie gives your ass a rough squeeze. While he means this as a warning, you take it as encouragement to keep going.

Your hand starts to rub him through his jeans, making him lay his head back and his eyes flutter close. “You’re so sexy. Been thinking about you all day” You whisper in his ear. With his neck more exposed, you go back to kissing it.

He tilts his head back up and he gently grabs your wrist, suddenly remembering you two aren’t the only ones here. “Baby, not here. Promise I’ll make it worth your while at home” It’s a nice promise, but not nice enough to stop you from palming at his crotch again. “You really want me to stop? Tell me again and I will.” You whisper. As badly as you want him, you really will stop if he’s uncomfortable.

Luckily for you, he doesn’t tell you to stop again. He lets go of your wrist and tries to act as casual as possible.

Without causing too much commotion, you undo his pants and slide your hand down to touch his cock. You look up at him and his lips look just so irresistible. You move so you can kiss him and he cups the back of your head.

The movie reaches a quiet part and your friends can hear the noises of you making out. “Munson, please tell me your dick isn’t out” Steve whines. Both of your heads immediately shoot up and look over to see the disgusted looks on your friends faces. “I would love to be able to tell you that, Steven, but then I’d be lying.” Eddie responds, face as red as a beet. You hear a chorus of ‘ews’ and ‘thats gross’

“Steve practically lives in a mansion so I am begging the both of you to please get a room and when you come back lets all keep our genitals in our pants” Robin pleads. You give each other a look and waste no time getting up and running towards the stairs.

“Any room but mine or my parents, got it?” Steve shouts and the girls laugh uncontrollably.

After what feels like ages, you finally find a spare bedroom. Your clothes are already torn off and Eddie pushes you on the bed.

“This what you wanted?” Eddie asks, pushing his jeans and boxers down far enough to get his dick out. “Beg for it” Eddie taps his cock on your clit, waiting to hear you beg.

“Please give me your cock. I wanna make you feel good. please, baby I’ll be so good”

You’re already dripping wet and he slides in with ease, making you simultaneously moan.

His thrusts are fast and rough. He starts to rub your clit faster and faster, showing your pussy no mercy.

“Fuck, Eddie. You feel so good inside me” You’re happy your friends are in the basement because the two of you aren’t even trying to be quiet.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock” He’s breathing hard “Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.”

“Can I ride you?” You ask and he smirks. He pulls out and lays on the bed.

You slowly sink on his cock and you swear it gets better and better each time. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulder and start to bounce.

“Faster. Show me how bad you want me to cum in you” He smacks your ass causing you to let out a loud moan. You obey his orders and ride him faster. Your tits bouncing in his face start to drive him over the edge.

He grabs both of your tits and starts massaging your nipples. “Please tell me your close” He whines. “I’m close. So fucking close” You start to rub your clit, but Eddie smacks your hand so he can do it for you.

“Gonna cum. Cum with me right fucking now” He orders. You gush around his cock and his cum fills you up, making a satisfied smile appear on your face.

You're both panting and trying to catch your breath. You bury yourself in the crook of his neck and he soothes you by rubbing your back. He doesn’t pull out of you yet, knowing how much you both love feeling as close as possible.

“I love you” He says, voice strained

“I love you too” You kiss his neck.

Needless to say, you never made it back downstairs that night.

[mschimdt]

EXPLORER SHENANIGANS PT.1

200 followers special

synopsis: you, a famous youtuber known for exploeimg abandoned buildings with your friend jaz, come across freddy fazbears, you stumble inside not knowing there was security

warnings: i domt proof read my fics, if u dont like it then leave

-----------–—-18+ MINORS DNI----------—-–—-–

you, a famous youtuber known for exploring abandoned buildings and places, along with your friend, jaz.

you were streaming on youtube,in your backyard, talking to your fans asking them to reccomend places for you to explore, you were reading the chat with jaz

"a abandoned hospital?" you looked at jaz, she replied "thats too dangerous, ive hearf that hey have radioactive shit" she chuckled

"yeah true, oooohh someone said freddy fazbears thr pizzarea that 5 kids went missing in, thats a good one actually, i thinkd it'd be fun to explore that place, i dont think theres any security there" you looked at jaz " thats actually such a good idea!" she replied

you stared at the chat, everyone agreeing for you to go visit freddys.

"i think we should go, what time is it jaz?" u asked

"its 10:38" she replied, "think nows a good time?" u asked

"yeah, lets go collect our things, ill carry the cameras and you stream" she said

you were talking to the screen "okay guys were gonna pause the stream for a bit to get prepared, we'll stream again once were ready" you waved at the camera and paused to stream

you went inside, changing your clothes, grabbing a mini med kit just incase, and a pocket knife along with aa gas mask, you were always prepared before exploring abandoned places after you explored a school once with no equipment and you found fungus and some physcopath living inside it

"im gonna start the stream again lemme just grab my keys" you said

you were walking to your car, you opened the stream again "alright were back, time to go explore freddys!!" "woooo"

"i dont know if we should be scared honestly, i mean 5 kids got 'killed' in there apparently and there were some missing people a few days ago with their cars parked outside freddys" you said nervously

"lets not think about that, think about what we could find! i mean.. afterall we used to go here as kids." jazz said trying to reasure you

"okay were here" you said, parking your car

you turned the keys, shutting the car off, you opened the door and got oit of the car "oh my gof this ppace looks creepy as fuck!" jaz said, staring up at the flickering sign

"yeah, alright lets find a way in"

you found the door, it was open? weird, you said to yourself

"whys it opened?" "bet you theres some other peoppe exploring in here, lets me careful dunni what theyre capable of"

you walked down the short stairs, leading into a dark hallway, you walked and walked till you reached the stage room

"oh my god! i remember this room from when i was a kid!" jaz said excitedly, walkimg around the games studying them

"do you think they work?" you said

"theres no power, maybe if we find a power switch?"

"good idea come on!" you ran across the hallway, looking for a electricity room, you also stopped along the way to explore other rooms "found it!" you said

"alright lets try this" you said, turning your camera to face the lever you were about to pull, "3.... 2..... 1!" you pulled it down, lighting the pizzarea up, the lights making slight buzzing noises

you went back to the stage room, trying out the games

you didnt notice a guy coming through the wide door

"hey! youre not supposed to be here" he said. the guy looked like he'd just woken up from a nap

"and who're you..?" yous said

"security", he said followed by a yawn

you and jaz turned to face him,

"arent you those youtubers?" he said

"yeah- sorry about this tho didnt know there was security" jaz said

"look ill make an exception, you can hangout around jere for abit aslong as you dont break anything"

"really?!- thank you so much-..?"

"names mike"

"thank you mike!"

you and jaz played some games, mike was sitting by on a table.

then he spoke up "righy- how'd yall get in here?" "the door was opened" you replied "shit i forgot to lock it, be right back" he went to lock the door, u and jaz having the time of your life playing the arcade games

mike came back while you were both trying a basketball game, "lemme try" mike said, walking up to the stand he threw the ball, landing it into the hoop

he raised aa first up and yelled "wooo!"

u both laughed, trying to score a hoop, then you heard mike say "i know a few tricks to these games, theyre all rigged" he laughed

soon enough, it was 5am, mikes shift was about to end "okay so my shifts about to end- you guys should definetley come by tomorrow tho, today was fun" he said, a genuine smile on his face

his smiles pretty cute, u smile back, jaz turned to you raising and eyebrow at you

"thatd a good idea mike, we'll come by tomorrow, thank you for tonight really and thanks for not kicking us out!!"u said, making your way out of the building to your car

you got in your car, jaz said "holy shit that was so fun"

"litteraly ohh my gooodd" u added

you drove all the way back to your house, you and jaz have been living together for almost a ywar, you bought the house when your youtube channel took off so you could make more content

you edited the video, and posted it on youtube before going to sleep

once you woke up, you noticed the video had over 5million views, thats a record for you

"JAZ JAZ!!" you yelled "look oh my god"you added excitedly "holy shit? in SEVEN HOURS????" "YESS! we also gained 300K more subscribers from it"

"the freddy thing really worked out i guess"yo u said chuckling slightly

you spent your day home with jaz, untik you got an idea "jaz wanna get some snacks? we could watch a movie" "good idea, ill go get dressed"

you both got dressed, heading to the car to go to the supermarket nearby simce you were runnung low on snacks

the moment you got there, you noticed a familiar car, didnt think anything about it though

you walked inside, picking up a few snacks, you turned around to hed to thw other aisle, and you caught a glimpse of mike, with a little kid? he has a kid?

he noticed you, you went up to him.

"heyy, how are you" you said with a smile on your face

"im good! whatre you doing here?" he said

"nothing kust picking up some snavks, i disnt know you had a kid" you said, staring at the little girl who looked to be around 9

"oh abby? shes my sister not my kid, im raising her though because my parents uh- my dad left and my moms dead and stuff"

"im so sorry about that, anyways me and jazz might come by tonight, last time was fun" after that, you said your goodbyes and continued shopping, seeing him every few minutes, either waving or smiling each time you saw him.

[sucker4sixx]

Raising hell

Pt.9

Plot: the end of things.. maybe

Warnings: fat shaming, aggression, punishment, smut

You wake up hungover and feeling low, everything nikki said the day before still on your mind as you watch him getting changed at the bottom of the bed, you watch the back of his head till he turns round, when his eyes focus of your face he smiles and crawls in beside you “morning angel” he cuddles you close, kissing your neck gently “nikki.. stop, we arent together” you squirm. He pulls away and smiles “not yet.. im going to speak to the guys today and tell them that i really do like you” he sits up, feeling sure about this decision “no.. dont, its for the best if we arent anyway” nikki laughs nervously “dont be silly darlin, ive told them to come to the room-“ “why?! So you can call me fat to my face?!” You snap, jumping up “no baby, listen.. i had to say that so they didnt catch on-“ “oh shut up, i dont give a shit.. look, we should go back to hating eachother.. its what we do best.” You brush your hair quickly, nikki sitting speechless on the bed as he watches you leave.

You pack your stuff and head to the airport, sitting silently in the cab that your whole band sat in, mel watching you like a disappointment mother. After the wait in the airport you get on the plane and thank god.. nikkis a few seats across from you but tommy sits beside you, smiling in amusement when he sees you “fatty! Hey!” He laughs “tommy..” you give a small, un-genuine smile. During the flight tommy eats half the planes stock and runs around like a child, shouting over to nikki who sits next to mel. When tommy goes to the bathroom mel sits beside you and scans your face “just spoke to nikki” she says, her expression unreadable “yeah?” You ask nervously and she nods.

“Youve ended things then?” You glance over to nikki who looks over at you both, looking more tired than usual “yup.. for the best” mel pats your shoulder “good girl, i knew youd grow to hate him again”

When you get to the hotel rooms nikkis not in the one beside yours but across, walking the same way and its silent, you miss having fun with him but after everything he done you couldnt bring yourself to look at him. That night the bands go out but all you want is to avoid nikki so you stay inside, having a bottle of wine to yourself but it doesnt give you the buzz you wanted, it makes you want to be held by nikki again so you spend the night crying in your room, missing his warm, soft body.

You wake up in the morning, disappointed you didnt get woken up to him knocking your door and begging for forgiveness, pushing past it all you get up and get dressed, going out for a walk. Although you get stopped every 5 minutes for an autograph you continue to walk, being away from it all really clearing your head before the show. You walk to the arena since it wasnt far, getting there before everyone else to do your makeup and get your stage gear on, wanting a few drinks.

When mötley crüe arrive with whitesnake (who were also touring with you both) they walk by you “hey fatty” vince smiles, winking “fuck off barbie” you spit back and they just continue walking. You wait at the side of the stage to watch whitesnake and get shoved out the way, nikki pushing you aggressively to get by. “What the fuck what that for!” He turns round “couldnt get by you” he narrows his eyes and keeps walking. Mel spots you shaking with rage after it just happened “hey, whats up?” You turn round, only seeing red “we need to fuck their set up” she laughs and moves in closer “easy there tiger, we dont want a law suit or whatever.. they can do that you know?” You shake your head “i dont care.. ive got the perfect plan”

Your on before the crüe but this time you dont pull nikki on the stage, after you wait unpatiently for your rival band to start, hiding behind the curtain that bunches at the corners of the backstage. Three songs in and your plan begins, you have scissors and find the cord for nikkis bass, counting to five you cut it and sprint to your dressing room, hearing the bass cut out if the live set.

You soon hear nikkis voice booming in the hall way, youve never heard him this mad so you pull out a magazine to act natural and hide the scissors. Not long untill nikkis bursting into your dressing room “you little bitch!” He screams “w-what? What are you talking about?” nikki stalks towards you and towers above you “dont act stupid! Why the fuck are you trying to sabotage me!?” He grabs you and pins you against the wall “im not! But im sure if i was it would be perfectly reasonable!” His grip on your shoulders tighten “you know, i never liked you but im just starting to realise how much of alittle cunt you really are!” You swing for him but miss, his eyes filling with rage as he grasps your fist, pinning your hands above your head. His manager runs around, frantically looking for him.

“I never liked you nikki! I never did!” You shout as he corners you completely, his face inches from yours “you sure liked me when i was 7inches deep in your cu-“

“Nikki! Get back on stage!” Doc shouts from beside you both, nikki throwing you across the dressing room and storming back onto stage to continue. Doc death stares you as he leaves your room and you leave the arena earlier than everyone else, before nikki can finish his set.

*BANG BANG*

You hear on your hotel door, you open it in your pj shorts and a crop top, expecting it to be mel but its nikki, looking like a bull who just seen red. He pushes by you and slams the door “ive fucking had it with you!” He shouts and pushes you back “get out of my room!” Nikki laughs angrily “no, no i wont!” He walks around and starts trashing the hotel room, smashing the vases and the tv into the ground. Nikkis ego is huge so when he’s humiliated publicly it sets him off badly. “Nikki stop! Your fucking crazy” “you embarrassed me.. infront of thousands of people tonight!” He stops for two seconds, stalking towards you. “Telling me like i.. give a fuck!” You push him backwards and he grabs you, shoving you onto the bed.

“Fucking stop it!” You struggle as sits down and pins you in place over his lap, he pulls down your shorts and smacks your ass hard as you cry out “bad girl!” He punishes you, youd be lying if you said it didnt turn you on but the force of his slaps made you cry. “Stupid brat.. stupid, stupid toy” he plunges two fingers into you, fingering you fast as you gasp and claw the bed, moaning. “N-nikki.. stop!” You kick your legs around, trying to squirm out of his grasp even though it felt so good. “Stop struggling. Take your punishment.” You give in and moan into the sheets, his two, large fingers slamming inside you.

“Good girl.. take it. You feel my fingers inside that tight little cunt?” You moan and nod “what about when i do this?” He holds his fingers still and flicks both of them against your g spot, making you jump and gasp “f-fuck!” “Language!” He shouts back, smacking your ass again, you whimper into the sheets.

When you cum he discards you on the sheets and stands up “i hope you learned your lesson” you reach up to him, wanting after care “nope.. bad girls dont deserve aftercare” he watches you for a few seconds before leaving your room.

@thebsttrashpanda

[definitelynotshouting]

HI. HELLO. SORRY. i heard we’re talking about hunger au + the others finding out about fucked up stuff that grian’s doing

i’m obsessed with the potions. in order to die (which he doesn’t even *want*, or at least doesnt think he wants, he just believes it’s the safest option) he has to corrupt his friends’ attempt to help him. healing potions have been like. the only thing he’s conceded on for his own comfort. tango is super excited when he learns about them bc 1. it’s something actionable and immediate thatll directly help, and 2. grian gets noticeably… not hopeful, exactly, but definitely more responsive the few times that they’re talking about the potions. which. i’m sure tango will feel really good about after the fact (assuming the plan happens).

and then mumbo overextended himself making a *gold farm* entirely for potions and pearl “got carried away” collecting netherrack. it’s so clearly a priority for them. how are they going to react when grian hurts himself using them?? when they find out that they don’t do anything notable in the first place *except* give him a way to hurt himself?? after potions almost killed him the FIRST time??????? augh. i think about it so much

(also i heard we could pick emojis so im picking 📞 ty <3)

You're more than welcome to pick an emoji!! :D i honestly love it, i love seeing regulars in my inbox its like having people wave at me from across the street whenever they send in asks hehe :]

Man, the potions..... yeah the potions are crazy dude, i can see why everyone is obsessed with them. I havent exactly made a post on this yet, but healing potions don't actually do anything for a Watcher's structural code (theyre designed for Player surface code specifically, so they arent even fully compatible with Watcher surface code), which makes him conceding on them even more painful, because the others are latching onto this single one opportunity to help and its not even actually helping. Its being used, in fact, to eventually hurt him. Nobody is gonna like that.

Im really glad how everyone's desperate attempts at getting the potion ingredients are being picked up on in fic, especially since those references been sorta randomly sprinkled in throughout the chapters (usually through dialogue). Yeah they are.. thats gonna be Fun when they find out the truth on that one >:] ive had the scene for that in mind for AGES and i cannot WAIT to finally get it out there for everyone to see, because man. Its gonna be visceral, i'll tell you that

Im so so glad you like what im doing here enough to be rotating it in your brain like this!!! :D i shake your hand we sit and spin the potions like rotisserie chicken

[rottenblur]

My modern romeo | J.MILLER

starcrossed lovers

Summary: Growing up forced into the WLF organization for survival, life was boring. Secretly trading with a rival group, the people from jackson, something goes wrong. Nothing lethal like your group finding out youre trading with sworn enemies, letal like falling deeply in love with joel miller.

WARNINGS: fluff, strangers to starcrossed lovers, smut in later chapters, age gap, reader 23, joel 40’s mentions of death jokingly, angst in later chapters, fluffiest shit I’ve ever wrote

Sneaking out of wolves base was scary, dangerous. Yet it was a commute you made every Friday without fail. You’d made a promise one year ago with a broad scary man, you’d trade with him every Friday apon request on things the wolves had, and jackson didn’t.

You’d come across him on a late night walk to go stargazing, he was out for way more important reasons, coming home from a supply run.

“You know. Theres a whole apocalypse out here, ‘nd here you are fucking stargazing.”

You sat up clutching your pistol, pointing it at him. Your back damp from the wet grass you were just laying on. He doesn’t say anything more, just holding his hands up in defence. “Didn’t mean to scare you sweetheart, just surprised to be honest.”

You put your pistol back in its holster, hanging on your hip. You trusted him, you trusted too easily, especially in this world. The words of your parents telling you to shoot him, that you can’t trust anyone ringing through your eyes, yet you ignore it.

He seemed nice though. Who would just stare at someone so vulnerable, if he wanted to kill you he would have. “I guess its my only happiness, the world is shit yet the stars still shine so beautifully.” You said leaning back on your elbows, looking at him the only light being the moon.

He smirks, or you think, hard to tell, too dark out. “ya mind if i join you?” You shake your head, he lays his backpack and shotgun down, stepping towards you. You can see him clearer now.

Hes aged, at least forty. His hair is scattered with grey strands, he had soft brown eyes, wrinkles around the edges. Facial hair, to match with his hair, his knees cracked when he kneeled next to you. A tan jacket stretched around his wide shoulders, fairly worn.

He laid down about a foot away from you, a comfortable distance for a stranger you just met. He tucked his arms to cushion his head from the wet grass.

“What’s that accent? Not from around here, i’m guessing.” You said gazing to the stars.

He looked over at you, then back to the stars, laughing before replying.

“You apocalypse babies, know nothing ‘bout the real world but to shoot. You’re right it’s texan, ’m from texas”

You frown “Hey! We arent all like that, maybe the ones born later, but i was born at the start you old fuck.”

He gasps pretending to be offended. “So you in a group? Too pretty to be on your own.” He points to your freshly washed clothes.

You smile at the compliment. “Unfortunately, if I got caught sneaking out i’m sure i’d be hung.”

You look over at him “what group are you from? I don’t believe in all that enemy bullshit, don’t be scared.”

He laughs. “As if you’d be able to kill me anyways, jackson.”

Fuck.

“Oh.” Is all you reply with, If the wolves found out you were hanging out with someone from jackson, you’re sure they wouldn’t even give you the pleasure of a quick death.

“What?” He looks at you.

“Im a fucking wolf.” You pinch your nose bridge with frustration.

He sits up shocked. “Yeah right pretty, little thing like you, is a WLF.”

You don’t say anything, the silence makes him believe you. “Fuck you’re serious.”

“Its my parents fault, not like I chose it. Whats it like in jackson?” You try to calm the conversation, the building friendship.

“It’s nice, its like the world before. Fucking Christmas lights and a bar.” He turns to face you.

You smile. “Really? A bar? That’s luxury.”

He smiles back. “I ‘suppose, you even old enough to be in a bar?”

You groan. “Fuck you! Im twenty three. Not like its your business- uhh what’s your name, i didn’t ask.”

He lets out a yawn, it was late maybe you were keeping him from his soft warm bed. You started imagining him shirt off, cuddled up in a blanket, mouth open, snoring away. Oh god i need to stop you think.

“Joel, Joel miller. Not that last names really matter anymore.”

You smile, it had a nice ring to it, you tell him your name and follow up with. “Okay Mister Miller, i have to ask what don’t have in your luxurious place of jackson.”

He lays back down staring at the stars as he thinks. “Books. There’s not alot of books, theres this book i was dying to read pre apocalypse and i never got ‘round to it, practically my biggest regret”

You giggle. “Must be a good book to stress that much over it, what book?”

“Crime and punishment, its a Russian novel, a classic i guess” He looks at you.

You sit up. “NO SHIT. I have that book at home, i could give it to you, if its truly your biggest regret”

He smiled bigger than before. “You sure? You’re not reading it? What don’t those wolves have?”

You shake your head. “Read it about a million times, it’s good. Those fluffy woollen socks, they aren’t much of knitters i guess.”

He smiles “It’s a trade then, got a shit ton at home. Meet on friday?”

You nod. “See you then. Shit, im out way later then usual, i gotta go. Can’t get caught or you might never get that book, Miller” You frown, get up and brush the grass off your jeans, walk to joel and shake his hand.

He accepts it, his rough tanned hand engulfs yours. His hand is big, over average you think, veins litter the top of it stretching up his arm.

Walking home you couldnt shake the smile off your face, you met someone new. Someone nice, someone handsome.

You plop on your bed, grab the most desired book by him. Flip to the first page and with a pen you scribble. “Hope it lives up to your expectations, from your dearest.” Adding the finishing touch, a star.

All you dreamt of that night was Joel’s face with the cast of moon light.

When friday arrived you counted down the minutes till four. Same time as your first meeting, you exchanged your trades.

It couldnt just stop at that, no. You talked about anything and everything, ending with your next trade items for the next Friday.

Thats how Friday became your favourite day. Joel’s day.

My masterlist

AN: this is 100% inspired by Romeo and Juliet

This is mostly a prologue, how reader and joel met next chapter will be them completely known to eachother, reader so god damn in love with him.. maybe he feels the same. This was short as it is just a prologue. Check out my other works of joel and javi on my master list.

[c0ffee-gh0ul]

lucas and wallace fluff?? omg why arent people shipping these twooooo

i know!!!! this is such an underrated ship, but i ship it!!

ONESHOT: LUCAS LEE X WALLACE WELLS FLUFF

Wallace and Lucas were about to have their first official date. Sure, they had hung out before this, and talked on the phone, but today, they would be sitting down at a restaurant having a nice meal. It was nothing crazy, just Sneaky Dee’s.

Wallace was getting ready, waiting for Lucas to pick him up. Finally, a boyfriend with a car. He was starting to hate walking everywhere, especially in the bite of the Toronto cold.

“Hurry up, Wallace! I need to pee!” Scott said from the other side of the bathroom door. Wallace ignored him as he kept fixing his hair in the mirror and sprayed cologne on his body. Once he finally did exit the bathroom, Scott ran in there as if he hadn’t peed in a year.

Wallace was nervous. He usually wasn’t nervous on dates. But, he really liked Lucas. Maybe he was the one.

“Why are you pacing?” Scott asked as he exited the bathroom. Wallace didn’t even realize he started doing that. “Are you nervous or something? You’re making me a little dizzy…”

“I guess I am,” He admitted. “I’m never nervous. That’s usually you! Oh, god…”

“Dude, chill,” Scott chuckled, taking Wallace by the shoulders. “Just, um, don’t drink too much, and… Be yourself…? I don’t know, I’m not good at this kind of stuff…”

“Yeah, thanks captain obvious,” Wallace replied. His pacing and timid thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “It’s him!”

“Go get 'em!” Scott cheered.

Wallace grabbed his coat and opened the door to reveal Lucas’s tall stature standing in the doorway. “You look great,” He smiled.

“So do you,” Wallace replied.

“Shall we?” Lucas offered his hand for Wallace to take and he accepted.

“Romantically cliche, are we?” Wallace remarked, closing the apartment door behind him.

“I want to impress a man on our first official date, don’t I?” Lucas opened the car door for Wallace and he stepped in.

Lucas drove them to Sneaky Dee’s, which was only about 5 minutes away. Once they sat down at their table, they started reading the menus to themselves and engaging in small talk.

“What are you gonna order?” Lucas asked.

“I dunno… Probably a martini and maybe a tasteful pasta,” Wallace replied.

“Tasteful is a strong word for this place,” Lucas chuckled.

“Well, yeah, tasteful for this place,” Wallace chuckled back. “Slightly undercooked, either over or under seasoned, no in between… And hopefully still hot by the time it gets to the table.”

Once they were waiting for their food, Lucas took Wallace’s hand in his from across the table.

“This is really nice, y’know? I’ve never really been on a real date before,” He admitted.

“Look at you, being soft,” Wallace teased. “I’ve been on a few real dates, but they all kind of sucked.”

“This one won’t suck, I’ll make sure of it,” Lucas smiled. “Speaking of which… I got you something.” He dug through his pockets searching for a small gift.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Wallace was already taken aback by Lucas’s efforts.

“I saw it and it made me think of you,” Lucas revealed a bracelet with blue and black beads on it. “It’s the evil eye, it’s for protection against… Like, everything. Plus, blue is your favorite color, right?”

“It is, yeah,” Wallace was astonished. No one had ever given him a gift on a first date, or any date. He gently took the bracelet from Lucas’s palm and put it on. “This is so thoughtful… Since when do you know about crystals and evil eyes and things?”

“I was hanging out with Todd… I guess he’s into that stuff,” Lucas replied.

Wallace looked up and gazed into Lucas’s eyes. The connection between the two of them was like a magnetic pull. They smiled at each other and their gazing was abruptly interrupted by the waiter placing their food on the table.

“Thank you,” They said to the waiter simultaneously, snapping out of their trance.

Their meals sort of matched their personalities. Wallace did end up ordering a small pasta dish. It was light and slightly dainty, like him. Lucas ordered a burger. It wasn’t super sloppy or greasy, but it was big and full of toppings.

“It’s usually not polite to get a messy meal on the first date, y’know,” Wallace teased.

“Can you blame me? Look how good this looks!” Lucas argued. “Though, your pasta does look good.”

“You want a bite?” Wallace asked.

“Sure,” Lucas agreed.

Wallace stuck a piece of penne on his fork and fed it to Lucas. “I was hoping you’d say yes just so I could do that,” He admitted, a flirtatious look on his face.

“This is really good, you made a good choice,” Lucas said, mid-chew. “And, maybe I said yes hoping you’d do that.”

The meal went on, and they talked and laughed, and Wallace got a little tipsy. 

“Oh, you got something on your face,” Wallace said, taking a napkin to Lucas’s cheek.

“And I’m the cliche one?” Lucas joked.

Once they left, Lucas drove Wallace home and they sat in his car for a moment.

“I had a lot of fun,” Lucas smiled. “We should do it again.”

“Absolutely,” Wallace replied. “That was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

Lucas was proud of himself. He kept smiling, which made Wallace smile, too. Their gazing trance started again, and Lucas decided to go for it. He kissed Wallace. Wallace was shocked at first, but he kissed back.

“Damn,” He sighed after the kiss. “You’re a great kisser.”

“And you’re slightly drunk,” Lucas laughed. “Do you want me to walk you to the door?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. Scott’s still awake,” Wallace insisted. “I’ll call you!” He said, getting out of the car.

“How was it?” Scott asked as soon as Wallace walked through the door.

“It was…” Wallace sighed, plopping himself onto the armchair. “The dreamiest date ever.”

“Dreamy? At Sneaky Dee’s?” Scott questioned.

“As dreamy as a Sneaky Dee’s date could be!” Wallace giggled.

[spin-birdie]

tabaxi tav headcanons

teehee making an original post on this blog for the first time in like 2 million years because i have cat-people brainworms. anyway

tabaxi tav (tavaxi, if you will,) acting very much like a cat when it comes to hanging out/showing affection towards their companions

they're totally content to just sit across from someone while reading separate books. like, wyll's reading some adventure book and tav is reading a book about ancient githyanki architecture or whatever niche thing they're invested in, and wyll thinks they don't like him cause they haven't said a word to him the whole time but tav is like "man i love hanging out with my good friend wyll :)"

going through obsessive phases as tabaxi are wont to do. they spur every companion into a passionate rant about their field of expertise at least once. (like when they're into githyanki architecture they happily let lae'zel talk their ear off about anything and everything related to it)

tav purring when they're happy is a given. but also. cats are known to purr to soothe themselves or other cats in their colony when they're distressed. tav noticing shadowheart is upset about something, getting as close to her as they can, and instinctively purring to try and comfort her

karlach is like forbidden fruit to them at first, bc part of them wants to curl up next to her and use her as a space heater, but the rest of them wants to keep their fur blissfully unsinged thank you very much

astarion immediately takes a liking to tav bc they're the only other person in the party who will enable his sticky fingers, for they too will pick up random trinkets for the sake of it

you empty out their pack and its just full of like, anything remotely expensive or unusual-looking that they picked up with intent to either sell or research and just got bored before they could get around to it (on the plus side it means astarion can usually rifle through their belongings and pocket whatever he likes bc they probably wont notice)

astarion: i need blood, but which of my companions to try and drink from? the tabaxi seems to sleep deeply, and hell if cazador's compulsions are still in effect maybe itll be easier to drink from a cat-person

astarion 5 mins later: ptah! ptah!! hair in my mouf

tav's fine with kissing, but they prefer to show affection through kneading, grooming (though they know their companions arent keen on getting clawed or licked) or rubbing their cheek against peoples armor (to scent it, like "yeah these are my people i hang out with :3")

when astarion breaks down crying after killing cazador, or shadowheart's wound is causing her pain, or karlach is distraught over her impending fate, tav will hurry over and rub their cheek against their friends shoulder, purring as hard as they can to try and soothe them 🥺

[vasyandii]

KruegerNak Transcript - "Was Is Deines Lieblingsessen?"

SYNOPSIS: Basically blah blah blah fried eggs, Krueger makes fun of Nak

A/N: I wrote this during the unholy morning hours, Im not funny, I am cringe but I am free.

Beforehand: Again, this is purely just for funsies, my personal headcanons, they can change over time, Its okay if you don't like it, you're entitled to your own opinion and can freely scroll by

Green= Krueger

Red= Nak

-Nak sits across from him at a table, "Sebastian."

- "Yes?"

-reluctantly "Ich will Lerne deutsch spreche."

-"Was möchtest du denn lernen, Schatzi?"

-"..huh."

-"You want to learn some German, what do you want to know?"

-"Anything, I just wanna learn."

-"Okay... Well, start with something basic, I guess. Was is deines Lieblingsessen?"

-"..Was?"

-"It means "What is your favorite food?" How do you not know what that means?"

- "I thought you put a curse on me or something from how it sounded"

- "Curse?? It's just German, that's how we talk."

- "Thats..odd."

- "Well anyways, what is your favorite food?"

- "Fried eggs."

- "Your favorite food is fried eggs? That's all it is? Fried eggs?"

- "Yes, They're good!"

- "I mean... Yeah, of course, it's great, but... is your life really so boring that fried eggs is your favorite food?"

- "Hey man, don't disrespect fried eggs"

- "What's next? You're going to tell me toast is your favorite dessert?"

- "..."

- "Are you serious?"

- "..."

-"Phayvanh."

-"..."

-"Oh my God, you're serious."

-"..It's good with condensed milk."

- "Oh my God, you are a child... How old are you?"

- "Don't start with that! Arent you supposed to be teaching me German??"

- "We have bigger concerns than that. You're 20 years old and your favorite food is fried eggs, jesus christ."

- "You're 35 and you eat food off the floor, you have NO room to speak"

- "At least I don't have the palate of a five year old."

- "At least I don't have the palate of a street rat."

- "Alright fine.... what is your second favorite food?"

- "Omelettes."

- "You're not helping yourself at all... what about drink?"

- "...yakult"

- "...okay let's try this, what is your favorite fruit?"

- "Oranges"

- "So we're back to the "fruit of a five year old" category... what's your favorite vegetable?"

- "Shut up oranges are good as fuck."

- "I agree, oranges are good, but if your favorite food is fried eggs and your favorite fruit is oranges, I am afraid to see what your favorite vegetable is..."

- "Its broccoli."

- "Jesus Christ you're just listing things you find at a daycare..."

- "Adults like broccoli."

- "What about meat? What's your favorite meat?"

- "No I'm not gonna tell you."

- chuckling, "Oh come on, tell me."

- "No you're gonna make fun of me"

- "I'm making fun of you either way, what's your favorite meat?"

- "Pork."

- "Pork? Like, just... Pork in general?"

- "..Yeah? Is there like beef pork or.."

- "How do you order steaks or something at a restaurant then? "I'll just take a pork please" ?"

- "Shut up!! I just like pork!"

- "Okay... So just to confirm, if you're at a restaurant, you really do ask for "a pork, please"? "

- "...well I wouldn't say it like THAT"

- "Alright, how DO you say it?"

- sighs, utterly defeated, "....'Are there any options with pork in it.' "

- Fancy restaurant accent " "Ummm... yes, there is pork chop, and pork chops, and pork chops... would you like a pork chop?" "

- "I am GOING to punch you"

- wide goofy ass grin, "And then you can wash it down with some yakult!"

- >:[

[erasawordsmithofsorts]

this is a really long post and you dont have to read it, its more of a word vomit towards the end but its really detailing my experiences with 5sos c: (its kind of sad but it means a lot to me that i finally put this into words)

i love 5sos. like a lot more than i could put into words. i have such a long and extensive history with this band that its just so much, like.

ive been a fan of 5sos since july 15th, 2014. i was 5/6 years old sitting on the front porch of my grandma's house with this girl i was friends with. she showed me some of their songs and i was in love. i didnt stop listening to them for years, they were my everything. idols, best friends, family, everything. and the only reason i stopped listening to them ever is because of some really heavy traumatic events that happened to me when i was 8-10 years old.

fast forward a few years, i start dating this guy. this guy really liked 5sos, he got me back into 5sos. my brain was so traumatized, it blocked out most of my memories with this band, with the fans of this band, etc. and him getting me to listen to their entire discography? yeah that brought them flooding back.

yet i still stayed, with him and the band again. this guy became really toxic. we argued every night, he blatantly ignored my needs, he got mad at me for getting more 5sos streams than him, he made fun of me for only listening to their old stuff. he acted like i hadnt told him, "hey, some really fucked up things happened to me in 2014-2016 and i forgot pretty much everything from those years so i kind of obsess over them"

but me and this guy were ldr, my mom took my phone, i texted him through a friends' phone. he starts cheating on me. i come back, my mom is having heart surgery, and he tells me i have to break up with him. so i do.

i break up with him, i go through the shit, i get pissed off, i get upset, i cry. i cry a LOT. and for a bit i didnt listen to 5sos. and then i get back into 5sos, because im not gonna change who i am at my very core because some idiot guy who was 'there first' made it about him. i'll make it about me again, i will obsess over it, i will go back to being six years old crying on the front porch with my best friend. i will go back to being a kid who didnt know why people didnt like her.

and i did. im back there, im who six year old me dreamed of being. sure, i have my days where the only thing i can do is cry and try not to hurl myself down a flight of stairs, but im still here arent i? ive made it to the age i always dreamed about being, havent i? im still absolutely in love with the same exact bands, the same exact places, the same exact aesthetics.

5sos is why im me, like that is such a beautiful and poetic thing to me. im still here because of a band, im still here because some guys that at the time were across the world gave me some motivation to keep going? of course im gonna love them. of course im gonna advertise the shit out of them. of course im gonna know every detail i possibly can about them.

like, i mean yeah, i took a little break. but i was forced to by my own brain. and even then, what helped me start healing form that trauma? 5sos. what helped me start healing from that breakup? 5sos.

tw for s/h + suicidal stuff under the cut! its nothing bad bad, just mentions attempts and stuff but its talking about getting better :3 tl;dr in bottom of the cut!

its so weird to say that "this guy who doesnt even know i exist, saved my life" but its true sometimes. like i was in such a bad place when i was younger that i couldnt function. yearly, i was being checked into psych wards. they never helped. i tried therapy, i tried medication. nothing worked.

and then 5sos came back into my life and i finally felt whole again. i finally felt like i was me again. i had been self harming since i was in the third grade, and once you cope like that for so long, its really hard to stop.

but i finally made the decision to get clean, i finally said "enough is enough, i dont want to be like this anymore. i wanna live and be healthy, i wanna live and be happy, i wanna wear shorts, i wanna wear skirts, i wanna wear short sleeves and tanks, i want to wear dresses without sleeves that show my thighs a little. and would ashton or luke or michael or calum really want me to do this to myself? no, no they wouldnt, get your shit together era." and so i did? i got it together, i made my life work. i started looking for the good again, i started behaving like a little kid that knew no bounds again, i started acting my age. i started loving me again. and thats powerful? thats metal as fuck.

the app that i use to track my clean streak has a section for "reasons to stay clean" i have pictures of my friends, my animals, and most importantly, the guys that finally inspired me to pick myself up off the floor and put myself back together.

because i did, i really had to scrounge up the broken pieces. i really had to dig deep and try and piece them back together. and it took work, and im still working on it. and even though ive been clean from s/h for three months, the urges are still there and every time theres just that little voice in my head that takes on ashton's that goes "hey dont, its not the right way." and every time i feel like the world is over, like i dont have anything else, it's always just a reminder.

there will be something else, no matter what theres gonna be something else. no matter what, the suns gonna rise again. no matter what, something good will come of all your pain, all your struggles, all your heartbreak, all the tears. the sleepless nights, the trauma, the guilt, the anger, the fear, the sadness, all of it. it means youre human, it means youre alive. it means good things are gonna happen, you just gotta wait for it. you gotta pick yourself up and keep going. keep fighting, keep running, keep walking. hell if you have to, keep crawling. keep crawling while youre crying. dont look back, youre not going that way. think of how far your faves have come, think of how your younger self wants to know what theyre gonna grow up to be. think.

its not over, it will never be over. pain is human, youre human. youre experiencing life as it was meant to be experienced, its okay to have off days.

tl;dr 5sos + me have been together since i was six and ashton irwin has quite literally kept me alive and from destroying myself mentally and physically for nearly ten years. cool beans bro

[lvxybby]

it kills me to love you (kai anderson x reader) (part 6?)

WHAT! "kai- what! i cant be a mother! not now! i still have things i want to do first!" i said shocked. he looked up at me, his brown eyes looked right at me, like he was...begging? "i'll be there for you...we can do all those things you want to do together" he said sitting up. "kai...i...i dont want my son or daughter to be a messiah!...i wont let that happen..." i said standing up. "why not? our genes together will be so powerful...and i know you would be a great mother....to create my spawn...raise it together...and finally rule everyone....dominate the world together" he said also getting up. he moved closer to me, he placed his hands on the side of my face. "kai...i would love to...but i dont want a messiah and im not ready to be a mother...." i said looking at him. his hands were so large and cupped my face perfectly. his eyes pierced through me. "ok...when will you be?" he asked. "i dont know..maybe....35? around there...i dont know if i even want kids...sleepless night...so much money to spend on them...they're so fucking loud...i cant do it" i said putting my hands on his. "i dont even know....if both of us would be good parents...we arent together...were really busy with going places across town half the time...and...while im pregnant i cant do anything for the cult" i continued. "we can fix that...we wont go far at all...i'll make someone else do your tasks..." he said before continuing "and i never said i dont wanna be with you...i'd love too be with you forever...your smart...hard working....so beautiful" he said moving a strand of hair out my face. his voice was quiet and soft, not the usual loud stressed kai. no he looked like the old kai. the quiet, sweet kai who never wanted to hurt anyone. that kai. he moved in closer to me, our lips barely apart. "really?" i whispered. "yeah...i do...you're so perfect" he said before pressing our lips together. the kiss was loving and passionate. he moved closer to me, if that was possible. i wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed deeper into the kiss. his hands caressed my curves. the kiss felt amazing, it wasnt full of lust, no it was love. it was like my chained feelings were finally free. and kai...he seemed so calm for once. the calmest ive seen him in a long time. we pulled away from each other, a string of spit keeping us connected. kai stared into my eyes, his cheeks were flush, matching mine. he leaned back in but i backed up. "im sorry kai...but i cant...not now" i said. his face turned to confusion. "why not?" he said furrowing his brows. "im afraid...it'll be too much on you...plus you have meadow..." i said fiddling with my hands. his face grew a bit annoyed "dont worry about me ok. and fuck meadow ok? fuck her...shes...dont worry about it" he said with a slight attitude. "what did you do to her?" i asked a slight bit concerned. "what the hell did i just say? dont worry about her" he said. i didnt mean to annoy him...im just super concerned for him. i feel if we were to start dating, he'd either put too much attention into me or completely leave me alone so he could focus on the cult. im scared for his mentality. it wont work well if we dated. i love him though. is it worth a shot?

[voidwritesstuff]

Found Family.

Cw: alusions/scenes of PTSD,flashbacks bcs of ptsd. Mentions of grief and body horror. Mentions of a big age gap between oc n Thatcher. (But not in a weird way)

Summary: Adam and Thatcher explore their father-son relationshipp with the help of Thatcher's girlfriend.

->Jerico is my oc/self insert. Pronouns are she/they. Also, my hc is that Adam is 18. (Also about the age gap. Oc is technically not human so do w that what you Will)

->some of the scenes are based off of @moonlightsmasquerade Thatcher and Adam art. (Also hi Em! If youre Reading this im @/screchinginthevoid)

->Word count: 4.2k.

There were Many things that Adam did on accident, like all humans. Well...except he wasnt human, he was an alternate.

That realization still hadnt fully set in yet, hes lived his whole life as a human, the mere idea he wasnt was ludicrous...but it was true.

He was not alone in this thankfully, he's been "adopted" by Lieutenant Davis, and hes been staying with him ever since. The house was quite modest, Adam had taken up the responsability of at least keeping the house clean when he had the energy to, Thatcher some days was just a wallflower. (And he didnt blame him, that Man had been through some shit).

Sometimes their saving Grace was Jerico, Thatcher's partner, who brings them food and whatever is left of the pastries of the bakery she worked at. She was Real nice, Adam had decided, so he kept a bit of distance as to not freak her our (but there was something off with her he couldnt quite place).

Today was one of those days, food had run out yesterday, and neither had the energy to get out and get something. It was just one of those days.

But Thatcher had the foresight to call his partner up and ask if they coul bring food. And that she did.

The door opens with a slight creak, Adam doesnt look up from the book hes Reading, but he does smile a little. She was good company.

--Hey kid-- she said, kissing the top of his head covered with the hood of his hoodie,leaving the Many heavy bags on the table.

--arent you like one year older than me?--He teased with a smirk.

--Well yeah? Its a term of endearment. But if it bothers you I can stop-- she replied, grabbing the food thats supposed to be refrigerated-- wheres your dad?

Adams face goes a little pink-- Hes not my dad!-- he whined,closing the book-- hes- hes in his room I guess

--Davis!-- she calls out towards one of the rooms across the nearby Hall. She turns to Adam and says-- hey, do you mind putting these in the fridge?

--No I dont. Go get that raccoon of a man out of bed-- he said with a playfull smile. She laughs and goes towards Thatcher's room.

When shes our of sight he stands up and does as he was asked. He opens the fridge and slowly fills it up with the food. He had to admit that seeing the fridge full once more was very soothing, he felt as if he was helping around the house like a child would help his parents.

Five minutes later he sees Thatcher come out of his room with Jerico hugging Him from behind.

--What took you so long?--Adam joked, putting away some of the other groceries.

--Well,Mr.Racooon over here was a little too wrapped up In his blankets. Basically a burrito-- she teased pressing a kiss to his shoulderblade.

--drop it--thatcher murmured, amused at the joke even if he was deathly tired.

--Mmhmm. Hes in denial,I tell you-- she turns to face Adam and sees what hes doing, it moves her a little and she adds-- yknow you dont gotta put away the rest, I can do it

A little flustered,the boy shrugs and says-- s'nothing... I uh. I was bored so...-- he half lied, not turning around to face them so neither would see how flustered he was.

--Thats very sweet of you kiddo! Thanks-- jeri answered, to then give a quick hug to Thatcher(who saw this whole exchange as something adorable) and tell him-- go get a book and sit in the sofa,lunch'll be Ready in a bit

He nodds, too exhausted to convince her to let him do something. Thatcher grabs the book Adam was Reading and goes to lay down on the nearby sofá, at least this was better than wallow in his grief in a dark room.

Jerico quickly gets to making lunch, Adam stands near her unsure if he should volunteer himself to help her out

--Hey Adam, mind handing me one of the pans? -- she asked absentmindedly as she cuts up a few potatos.

"Fries?" The boy thought with enthusiasm, something he hasnt felt in a while - Uh sure. Let me just..-- he kneels to reach one of the lower cabinets under the kitchen counter and notices that said pan is all the way to the back.

He huffs and tries to reach it, and here is one of the things he does without noticing. His arm extends unaturally,growing large enough to reach the back of the cabine. He grabs the handle of the pan and he pulls it out, to then stand back up and place it on the counter.

--Thank you- JESUS CHRIST!--she squeals looking at the arm. It was paper white and boney looking, his fingers are clawy and a little crooked.

--Oh im so sorry-- He starts,freaking the fuck out. He lets go of the pan and pulls back his extended arm.-- please dont be mad at me--

Jeri only meets his gaze and smiles a little-- you caught me off guard, thats all-- she Gently takes his clawy hand and squeezes it reassuringly. His palm feels deathly cool, while hers feels unaturally warm.

--How doesnt this freak you out?--He pointed at his arm with his free hand.

--Ive seen some shit-- she shrugs it off as if she encountered alternates every day-- I was not expecting to see you go Reed Richards on me thats all, thats actually a really clever answer to a problem

Adam smiles, sometimes he feels shes the only one that understands him,-- I really dont get how youre not smacking me across the face with the pan. Your answer isnt very clear

She snorts and Gently lets go of his hand--Ill elaborate one day, 'till then feel free to make your own theories. Anyway, can you return that arm to normal or do you need some help?

He shrugs-- Give me like...five minutes?

--'kay --She replied lightheartedly as she filled the pan with sunflower seed oil and set it on the stove-- im spit balling here but maybe remebering how your arm looked like before would help?

Adam squints at her a little, he felt as if she was talking out of experience. Those were the little things he felt off about her, not in a bad way, she just felt like she knew more than she was letting on.-- ...ill try-- he replied, going to sit at the table and try to get back to normal.

When he succesfully does manage to fix up his arm, he keeps helping out on the kitchen. Apparently Thatcher had passed the fuck out during their whole previous exchange,which was good because neither thought the ex cop would take that lightly.

--Dyou mind keeping an eye on them burgers?-- jerico asked,snapping Him from his thoughts-- when that other side is cooked flip it. N' once that one is ready too just make a small cut in the middle to check if its not raw

He nodds--I know cooking burgers is pretty easy but...where did you learn to Cook like that?-- he asked over the sound of sizzling oil.

--Ive had Many,Many,Years to practice-- she replied-- thanks for helping out by the way,I appreciate it. N I also know you Keep your distance some days,which is fine. Just know you can be yourself around me,I know from personal experience that walking on eggshels is tiring

Adam shifts his weight, he doest look away from the cooking burgers. Hes still getting used to so Many things,kindness was one of them-- alright...--He replied dryly, trying to save what little of his pride remained.

--Do you want your bread toasted by the way?--She asked-- I couldnt get normal Burger bread so I got Rye bread. Its better anyway

He smirks-- hmm I dont think Thatcher would agree on that

--Good thing hes asleep then right? He would die on that hill defending Burger bread as the only aceptable type for burgers-- to drive the joke home she adds a playfull "conspiratorally" wink.

Adam,for the first time in a while, allowed himself to laugh. A genuine laugh, not loud enough to wake Thatcher up,but it wasnt a chuckle either-- yes,yes he would.

Once lunch was ready, Jeri wakes up Thatcher (who had Fallen asleep with the book on his face) and the three get to eat lunch. Adam sits on the end of the table, his two companions sat on each side of him.

--This is really good. The fries are very good-- Adam says,gobblin down on the fries.

--Yeah...--Said Thatcher,looking at the rye bread on each side of his burger paty,glaring daggers at the poor thing.

--Your girlfriend over here busted her ass cooking!--The boy started, pointing at him menacingly with a frye-- youre gonna eat that or ill shove it down your throat

Thatcher looks at jerico as if to say "yo help me out?!" But his girlfriend only puts a hand on the boys shoulder and smirks-- dont look a gift horse in the mouth,Davis

Begrudgingly he eats his Burger, not admitting that the rye bread was actually good.

Before Jerico leaves to go to work, she says bye to her boyfriend with a big ole kiss. Adam fake gags just to be a little shit, then she hugs the teen alternate tightly and smirks at how tense he gets.

--i brought lieutenant Burger Bread his favorite pastries. Dont tell him cause hes gonna have a hissy fit about it-- she whispered near his ear-- I also brought a few of your favorites,enjoy

He nodds and smirks at the nickname for Thatcher. As he pulls back a little,he allows his hands to settle on her upper back,shy and stiff as a board-- uh...good luck?-- he muses trying to at least give back some of the kindness she always gives him.

She promptly breaks the hug as to not fluster Him further and grabs her keys,ready to go-- Alright! Im leaving! Bye!

--Bye!--both men echo back once she closes the door.

Then, theres a five second silence broken by Adam saying-- if you dont MARRY her,ill Actually kill you

Now its thatchers turn to become flustered. His face goes bright red and stomps off without another word,leaving the boy very amused with a shit eating smirk.

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Today was one of those days where Adam just fucks up, he had tried to do something very dumb that had to do with scaling up a tree in the back yard wearing sneakers. He almost fell on one misstep And Thatcher had to get him down like a fireman rescuing a cat.

--But seriously,you shouldnt do something like that-- Thatcher scolded,trying to not be pushy but getting his point across.

--But seriously,you shouldnt do something like that-- Adam parroted, a little annoyed. But his voice isnt his own, instrad its thatchers. It comes out with static and distorted.

When he realizes what he did,he covers his mouth and looks at thatcher,who meets his gaze looking like a deer in headlights. The older Man's breath is shallow,his eyes wide but his pupils small.

--I am so sorry! I didnt mean to do that...!-- he exclaimed recoiling into himself.

Thatcher took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves-- Okay,but please dont ever do something like that..

Adam nodds and silently, the other Man goes to his room,probably to have his own proper freak out and then come back. Leaving the boy to feel really guilty.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

Adam was still getting used to his New body, sometimes it had a mind of its own, he would mimic certain things without thinking.

He was talking with Thatcher on the sofá,just sharing a cup of coffee and talking about whatever, school,sports, the freaking weather. And internally,Adam thinks of how happy he is to have someone like Thatcher backing Him up,despite everything being so confusing for the boy,he was glad to have someone to rely on after years of being on his own.

Thats when it happens, Adam's face morphs into Thatcher's,only partially, half of his face reflects his companion. But he doesnt notice it until he sees his reflection on the coffee of his mug.

He looks up and is met with Thatcher,he was deathly quiet, eyes wide and body shaking.

--oh no nono-- im sorry-- I can fix it!. Jerico taught me how- I didnt mean to--IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR!--Adam slowly freaks out, he tries to reach for his friend with one hand while the other covers his face with the hood of his jacket. But the ex cop moves away from him and it breaks the boys heart who slowly descends into a panick attack

Thatcher on his end was gone,the world had gone black, all he sees is half of his own face staring back at him, then he sees Ruth's face, Mark's face. Hes shaking and he doesnt notice it, his breath is erratic,shallow and his head feels as if it was spinning.

Ruth,Mark,himself. Ruth,Mark,himself. A scared boy with a gun-- you left her to rot,there isnt enough space for the two of us,lieutenant. Uh oh! Bad decision Thatcher!

He breaks,hes a sobbing mess as he grips his Cup tight. As if it was a gun. But hes non responsive. Hes just not there.

In his desesperation,Adam manages to take his weak body towards the telephone,he punches in the numbers hoping to god he gets it right. He himself was in no position to help Thatcher, even if he knew how.

If anybody knew how to fix up this mess was--

--Jerico?--Adam says, voice barely a whisper.

"Adam? Whats wrong buddy--" jeri's voice comes out as soothing if not worried.

--I- I accidentally copied Thatcher's voice. I think-- I think hes having some sort of attack? Hes...hes not talking. I fucked up im so sorry im so--

"Lissen" she said,voice stern but warm"Heres what youe going to do. You go somewhere where Thatcher cant see you, first you need to calm down, breath in  deeply four times, look for 5 things you can see,4 you can touch,3 you can hear,2 you can smell and 1 you can taste. Repeat as Many times as you need. Once youre calm youll try to remember how you look like,just like you did your arm. Ill help Thatcher. Be there in twenty. And walk slowly,dont do any sudden movements as to not scare him,okay?"

--its all my fault,im so sorry! -- He said.

"Its not. Youre still discovering this New self of yours. Its not your fault, hes not going to be angry,okay? Take it easy Adam,youre a great kid"

--Even when im like this? Im a GODDAMN demon--

He hears jerico sigh on the other end of the phone. He goes quiet and she says"i know how hard It is to Keep your human form. Trust me I would know, im gonna let you in on a secret but you cant tell Thatcher. Ill tell him when he-- when im ready"

Adam's eyes go wide, his breath gets caught in his throat and he whispers a-- wait-- rwally-- but--

"If I ever felt off to you,thats why. Now please, go do what I told you" she replied softly, he nodds and adds.

--Thank you- for trusting me

He can hear the smile on her voice"thank you for trusting me. Ill be there in 20,kid."

--'Kay mom-- he whispers without realizing and he hangs up. Adam walks away slowly, not making eye contact,no sudden movements. He just goes into his room and does what he was asked to do.

20 minutes later,Jerico gets into the house,finding Thatcher still on the couch,shaking And unresponsive.

--Thatch-- love-- she calls out, taking the coffee and setting it on the coffe table. She then takes her hands-- its me-Jeri

The Man focuses his eyes on her,but hes not fully there yet. She softly adds-- Babe,youre having a flashback right now, its not Real, whatever youre seeing its not Real

--Ruth- mark! I left them both to die-- I couldnt-!

--Thatch, its been 17 Years,its not your fault-- she steps a little closer, sitting on his lap with her hands still holding his-- today is sunday, three days ago I re-stocked your pantry. You were dissapointed it wasnt normal Burger bread instead of rye bread. Do you remember that?

He nodds a little, she looks at his face for any signs that hes coming back to the Real world-- do you remember the first time we met? It was at the bakery that I work at,you looked like a deer in headlights when we made eye contact. You tried some cheesy pickup line a few days later "sugar isnt good for people but ill risk it a for you" you were so flustered

At this,he smiles a little and lets out a laugh,his body relaxes and he blinks a few times before saying-- Angel?

She smiles as her face softens, her worried files gaze now replaced with warmth-- hey-- she said,sounding impossibly soft-- welcome back

--What-- what happened? -- he asked, looking around-- wheres-- wheres Adam? Why do I feel so out of breath?

--adam accidentally copied your face, I think it sent you down a fight or flight rabbit hole and triggered a flashback-- she replied, letting go of one of his hands to push his hair out of his face-- Adams in his room I think,I told him to do some grounding excersices to calm down and return to normal

--I need to check on him-- he said about to stand up before she stops him.

--What you need,is to relax,ill check on him once I make sure youre fully here with me-- she replied,pushing Him back down on the sofa.

--Babe-- dont--

--Thatcher,im deadly fucking serious with this. Ill take care of it,you stay put-- she replied,his usual soft and sunshine filled girlfriend looks at him sternly and it catches him off guard-- now, what color is my shirt?

He rolls his eyes, feeling a little silly for doing these sorts of things-- yellow

--Good. Do you see something blue around?-- She asked, Helping him identify things that were around him with the goal that he stays in the moment. It takes them a solid fifteen minutes since Thatcher kept insisting he was fine

--Alright last thing. Tell me something from before we got together. Nothing painfull mind you. Try and think of something funny

It takes him a solid minute, his arms slung lazily around her waist. But he finally thinks of something and gets a shit eating grin on his face-- I remember I uses this one pick up line with you. And you got flustered.

--Oh no-- she starts,looking away as her face goes red.

--It must be a day off in heaven for an angel like you to be amongst us!-- he quoted, feeling very smug and proud of himself.

--You cant just hit me with that because the bakery I work at its called Seraphim! Thats so cheap!-- she whined-- okay big guy if you can be smug it means youre fine.

Jerico stands up and Gently smacks Him on the bicep-- ill go check on Adam your ass stays here

He sighs and nodds-- whatever you say,angel!

--Drop the GODDAMN nickname!-- she replied flusteredly.

Soon she reaches Adams room. She knocks on the door a few times before she lets herself in. Jerico finds Adam on a corner,slumped and really frustrated.

Through the gloom she sees Thatcher's face meeting Adams usual face. His eyes shine in the darkness and she says--Hey, any luck with that?

--No! It doesnt want to-- I did what you asked me and it still didnt work!. I cant figure out whats wrong and its just-- he drops his hands that were clutching his hair down on his lap,frustrated And defeated.

Jeri sits beside him, and she reaches for his face. He recoils back out of instinct-- sorry its just- dont angels hate demons?

--Youre no demon. Youre just a kid-- she replied, pressing her hand against the side of his face that had thatchers features-- And my ass has been out of heaven since the days of the bible.

--Did you fall?

--More like ran away when fake Gabriel reared his ugly face in

She sighs and Gently turns his face to the side so she can fully see the extent of the transformation-- what I do is try and remember what I look like in this form. But since thats not working...do you have any pics of yourself?

He nodds towards the framed photo on his nightstand-- that one

Shes quick to Grab it and turn on one of the lamps in the room. With more visibility she hands him the picture--try and imitate it

Jerico walks him through returning to normal, then she makes sure hes calm before helping him up-- Are you ready to go out?

He nodds, a little shy-- what about Thatcher?

--Lemme ask him-- the woman opens the door and says-- hey thatch! I helped Adam out. How are you feeling?

Adam heard Thatcher say-- 'm okay. Tell the kid to come out

She offers her hand and the boy takes it as she guide her back to the livingroom/kitchen where the other Man was.

Thatcher looks at the boy and says-- im sorry--

--Its my fault-- I didnt mean to -- the ex cop hugs him and he hugs back. Crying into his shoulder.

--Its not your fault kid,youre still learning. I dont blame you

--Still-- he sobbed,wiping away a few tears-- I feel really...really bad for making you go through that..

--As Thatcher said-- jeri added,patting his back--wasnt your fault, bodies are fucking weird sometimes, us humans are weird too

Both share a knowing glance, as if they had their own little inside joke. Which leaves the other Man a little confused,but he rather not ask for the sake of their privacy.

--Im going to make some tea for the three of us,you two talk things out-- the woman declared, leaving both men some space to try and resolve this somehow.

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Thatcher was the first one to wake up Next day, he had gotten some needed shut eye, and as he makes breakfast, he hears two sets of steps approach him. Both are slow and clumsy, seems the other two residents of his house are awake.

--Hey -- jeri says, nuzzling his bicep while her  hand rests on his Lower back.

--Morning,Angel. Heres your tea,theres uh..pancakes on the table-- he replied.

--Youre a godsend-- she murmured, grabbing the cup of tea she handed him and sitting on the table.

Then Adam peeked from behind the Man, a little tired-- morning-- he said.

--Hey kid. Morning. I made coffee-- he replied handing the boy a mug with fresh coffee.

--Thanks dad-- he replied, not paying much attention to what he said. Then he goes to sit at the end of the table Next to Jeri.

"Dad??? Dad???He called me dad!" Oh my god!" He thought before quickly replying a-- Youre welcome,Son.

Jerico hears the whole exchange with a grin. Then she looks at Adam who is happily drinking his coffee.

--Hey,check out what the old Mans wearing-- she whispers at her friend.

Adam looks and sees hes wearing..--Is that the apron you use for work?

She giggled-- Yup.

Thatcher seems to hear their little talk because he points at both of them with his spatula and says -- for the record, its an apron. Im using it for whats supposed to be used. I dont wanna hear it-- he looks almost threatening if it wasnt for the fact the was using the spatula to threaten them both.

--Sir yes sir-- both reply at the same time, giggling and joking under their breath.

Soon, Thatcher joins the table, sitting on the other side of Adam. And as the three eat their breakfast, the older Man notices something.

--Uh.. you- your face is uh...-- he starts,not sure of what to say

--huh?--Adam asks, as his lids and side of his face seem to droop down.

Jeri looks up from her cup and simply says-- your face is melting dude. Youre out here looking like "the scream" by Munch.

--Oh cool. -- Adam said,sounding more annoyed than freak out-- excuse me a minute -- he stands up and goes to his room to fix up himself.

--I do not know what you told that kid but he seems to be doing better by the day-- thatch whispered over to her,leaning in.

--Kindness goes a long way. Guess he thinks of me as an equal-- she shrugged it off,taking a sip from her drink--he called me mom yesterday

--he what?-- he asked a little surprised-- thats too cute

--We're adopting Him. I dont care if hes already a legal adult. You n i are adopting him

He reaches to take her hand and winks at her-- ten-four.-- both share a smile and soon Adam is back.

Jerico leaves for work after breakfast, she says her goodbyes and plays dumb as Adam says --Bye mom! -- and happily goes on her merry way to her car.

Then,Thatcher pulls Adam for an awkward side hug and he leads him to the yard--Im gonna teach you how to defend yourself

--Why?

--Do you see any other way to kill time?

Adam snorts-- fine. -- he replied following him out-- thanks..dad

Thatcher smiles--Dont mention it kiddo.