#but this one joke unlocked everyone to decide to joke about it and next you know this is the only thing on your dash

[icharchivist]

being too terminally online on this website has a lot of downsides, but what isn’t one is when you see a joke being pretty funny, and then, at some point, either hours or years later, you see a joke about this joke, and then closely afterward another one, and then it takes like one hour for this joke to suddenly become Tumblr Big Meme, and because you were online the entire time you saw how it went from normal joke to website-wide joke and it’s hysterical. I love it here.

[puckinghischier]

Bouy

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader gets dragged to the bar by jack to meet all of his teammates, but finds herself drawn to a certain swiss captain

notes: part 2 to locksmith!! probably some inaccuracies about various player’s personalities, but all in the name of entertainment, right? i didn’t proofread either, oops. don’t know if i’m happy with how this turned out but here it is nonetheless. hope you enjoy!! 🫶🏼

part 1, part 3, part 4

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The bar that Jack picked is surprisingly busy for a week night. It’s not overcrowded, but it’s busy enough to where you’re having to hold on to the back of his shirt so you don’t lose him. He leads the two of you over to a set of tables tucked away at the back of the bar. Jack is greeted with shouts and hugs as you drop your grip on him and simply stand back, letting him have his moment. You recognize a few of the faces, no names coming to mind, but most of the faces you’ve never seen before. You should know the names and faces of who you’re assuming are Jack’s teammates, but the truth is, despite your relationship with the Hughes family, you’ve never been one to follow hockey very closely. You don’t come from an area where hockey is a big deal, and though you understand the logistics of the game and you’ve traveled to watch all three brothers in some of their biggest games pre-NHL, your knowledge of the league’s players pretty much begins and ends with Jack, Luke, and Quinn.

“Long time no see, hallway sleeper,” you’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a voice in your ear. You turn to see Nico, no hat this time, soft, brown hair on full display. He was still wearing a white t-shirt, only his sweats have been swapped for jeans this time.

“Long time no see, locksmith.”

Nico laughs, and for the second time today you allow yourself to think about how lovely the sound is. “You know, all in a day’s work.”

“Sounds like someone really should have a conversation with the big heads at the NHL. Their poor players work so hard, only to have to pick up second jobs on their off days in order to pay the bills. Shame on them,” you joke.

“I know! Maybe it’s time I go on strike, put my full attention to helping pretty girls break into their apartments full time,” he responds, a small blush forming on your cheeks.

“Well I don’t know about all that, I need my own personal locksmith on call at all times. You can’t abandon me in my time of need!”

“Wouldn’t ever dream of it,” Nico places his hand over his chest, feigning offense. You glance over his shoulder, eyeing the bar, thinking about the vodka cranberry that’s calling your name. He turns and follows your eyes. “Did you want to go get something to drink-“

“Neeks!! What’s up man! We missed you today!” Jack cuts Nico off as he turns around, sticking a hand out in-between himself and his captain. “The kids were asking where you were, you totally have to come with us next time!”

“Yeah, man. Next time, for sure. Just needed a rest day, y’know?” Nico responds, slapping Jack’s outstretched hand.

The two begin their own conversation about the charity skate while you stand in the background. You know Jack isn’t ignoring you on purpose, but you’re getting a little tired of just standing around, deciding that you need that drink sooner than later to loosen yourself up a bit and prepare yourself for the endless stream of socializing you know is about to come your way.

“Hey, J, I’m gonna get a drink, okay? I’ll be right back,” you interrupt the conversation, knowing Jack would be worried if he looked up and you were nowhere to be found.

“Oh shit, Y/N I’m so sorry, I totally forgot to introduce you to everyone. Neeks, this is Y/N, Y/N, Nico.”

“Yeah, we met earlier. When you decided to lock the door on your way out this morning and Nico seems to be the only person with a spare key to the place,” you deadpan, watching a confused look glaze over Jack’s features.

“I left the door unlocked, I swear! I even double checked as I was leaving, because Lu-“ Jack suddenly pauses. “Luke must have locked it when he went to grab his beanie he forgot. I’m so sorry, Bouy,” Jack apologizes, letting the nickname he gave you when you were kids slip out of his mouth.

“Bouy?” you hear Nico’s confusion, looking between the two of you, clearly confused.

“We’re not even going there right now, just a stupid nickname from one summer as a kid, not even important. What is important is that I get a drink, ASAP,” you say, once again trying to make your way to the bar.

You walk away from the two men, sights set on an empty spot near the end of the bar. Admittedly, getting a drink seemed way easier in theory than in execution, because no matter how hard you tried, you cannot get the attention of the bartender. You’ve tried waving, yelling, and following her as she makes her way down the line of patrons, but to no avail. You give up with a huff, turning around and leaning your back against the bar, trying to brainstorm how to get a drink in your hand sooner rather than later. “What if I just go take someone’s drink, what would they do then?” you speak aloud to no one other than yourself.

“I would advise against that. Who knows what concoctions some of these people are drinking.”

You whip your head around to find no other than Nico himself standing to your left. You begin to think him sneaking up on people is a habit of his, seeing as this is the second time he’s both surprised you and caught you talking to yourself today.

“You’ve got to stop sneaking up on me, Jesus.”

“Sorry. You just seemed so lost in that head of yours. I’d ask you what you’re thinking, but I’ve learned if I stand here long enough you’ll just say it out loud,” Nico jabs, amusement once again present in his brown eyes. It seems that’s a common occurrence whenever you’re in his presence.

“If you think I speak my mind now, just wait until I actually get a few drinks in me. You’ll be begging me to shut up,” you joke, turning slightly to see if the bartender is anywhere near your area.

“How about we test the theory. Need help?” he asks, challenging your words.

“I mean, be my guest, but I’ve been trying for what seems like forever,” you grumble, moving over slightly to make room for him at the bar.

You watch him stick his hand out, the bartender almost immediately looking over and nodding, signaling she’ll be right over. Your jaw drops. You were a little pissed, honestly. How in the hell did he just do that? You turn your head to look at him, eyes narrowed.

“How in the hell did you just do that?” your mouth mirrors your thoughts.

“Oh y’know, I have my ways,” he says, eyes twinkling, smirk on his lips.

“No, I demand to know. There’s no way I’ve been standing up here for the better part of fifteen minutes with not even a glance in my direction, yet all you have to do is stick your hand out two inches from your face and suddenly you’re next in line,” you spit out, your tone showing your frustration at the situation.

Nico opens his mouth to respond, but a voice from the other side of the bar sounds before he can get a word out.

“Hey, Neeks, what can I get for ya? Your usual?” the woman serving drinks asks, using the same nickname Jack calls Nico.

“Nah, just a Michelob for me tonight. Got morning skate tomorrow,” he tells her, seeming familiar with the woman. She turns to you, giving you the opportunity to really look at the girl. She was short, but not shorter than yourself. She had platinum blonde hair that was tied back into a high ponytail, a pen stuck right through the middle of it. She was wearing a bright green cropped tank top with black leggings. Her make-up was the perfect combination of natural, yet bold. She was….really fucking pretty. Like, intimidatingly pretty. The kind of girl that would make even the most confident of women feel slightly insecure, to no fault of her own.

“Is that all or…?” she trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

“Can I just get a vodka cranberry? Double?” you asked, suddenly regretting your decision to not even wear make-up tonight.

You hear her scoff through a “Of course, coming right up,” before looking at Nico once again, then hurrying off to grab Nico’s beer and your cocktail.

“Is there something wrong with a vodka cran up here? Why the attitude?” you spit out, annoyed that she clearly found an issue with your choice of drink.

“You just have to ignore Jess, she’s a bit of an alcohol snob. Thinks everyone should drink top shelf or not even bother drinking at all,” Nico gives you the girl’s name.

You were going to respond to the fact that the two are on a first name basis, but your drinks arrived before you had the chance. You looked up to thank the girl, Jess as you now know, but shut your mouth when you saw the exchange happening before you.

“Just add it to my tab, Jess. Both of them,” Nico tells her, grabbing the bottle of Michelob sitting in front of him.

“Sure thing, Neeks. If you need anything else just give me a shout. You know where to find me,” Jess lets her hand linger, briefly brushing against Nico’s. You look up to her face, seeing the sultry look in her eyes, her chin slightly dropped. She’s looking at Nico like he’s a meal and she hasn’t eaten in days. Glancing over at the man standing next to you, you notice his entire face is flushed red, up to the tips of his ears.

Your brows shoot up in both surprise and understanding. These two have slept together! Her actions a dead giveaway, albeit subtle. Girls recognize girls, you know? It surely explains why he was so quick to get her attention when you couldn’t even get so much as a glance. You’re fighting against every single muscle in your face to not break out into laughter, finding this amusing for some reason.

“Yeah, gotcha. Thanks, Jess,” Nico replies to the girl, stepping back a few inches from the bar.

You turn and follow him in the direction of the tables from earlier, trying your hardest to not get lost in the crowd of bodies you’re having to weave through.

“So, you didn’t tell me that all I had to do to get the bartender’s attention was sleep with her,” you said, stopping Nico in his tracks.

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and face red, seeming a little embarrassed. You worry you’ve already stuck your foot in your mouth much too early into the night.

“How did you- What makes you think-“ he fumbles over his words.

“I’m a girl, silly. I know when another girl is giving a man the ‘you gave me one of the best nights of my life and I want to do you again’ eyes. Nothing to be ashamed of, she’s gorgeous,” you interrupt, amused at his embarrassment.

You actually think its kind of sweet he seems embarrassed. You half expected him to meet your comments with a smirk and puff his chest out a bit, proud that he’d scored such a beautiful woman, but he’s not. You’ve met plenty of Jack’s previous teammates over the years, most of them cocky assholes that care about nothing more than who they can sleep with next. Never missing the chance to boast to all of his buddies about the blonde chick he managed to sneak into his room last night.

Nico’s response was the complete opposite of that. He almost recoiled at your words, looking like he wanted to crawl under the nearest table he could find and hide there until the end of the night. It’s a refreshing contrast to what you’re used to. You start to feel a little bad for even bringing it up.

Nico stands still, staring at you like he’d rather be anywhere else at the moment, beer forgotten in his hand. You can see the wheels turning in his head on how he’s going to get out of this situation. “Hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s none of my business. I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m just used to Jack’s other friends that never shut up about who they sleep with. My filter has a few holes in it I need to patch up I guess. I haven’t even had a drink and I’m already sticking my foot in my mouth-“

“I haven’t slept with her.”

Your mouth snaps shut mid-sentence. You stare at the man in front of you, noticing how he keeps fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable. He keeps shifting his weight from foot to foot, switching his beer from left to right to run whichever hand is free through his hair. His eyes keep darting anywhere but your face, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

“Well if you haven’t then she sure wants to,” you try to backtrack a bit, hoping you can humor your way out of the mess you walked yourself into.

“Yeah, I’m sure she does. Just like she wants to sleep with the rest of the team,” he scoffs out. “Don’t get me wrong, Jess is nice and all, but she hits on all of us. It’s worked on a few of the guys. I’ve seen her drop a few of them off at practice in the mornings, but she never lets it go farther than that. Some of the guys prefer…arrangements like that, but it’s not really my style,” Nico replies, shocking you with his sudden honesty.

“I find it hard to believe that beautiful blondes aren’t your type, but I’ll let it slide for now,” you narrow your eyes, not sure how else to respond to his unexpected candor.

“It seems that my type is talkative strangers, but I’ll let you know if it changes,” Nico tells you with a smirk, his shift in personality giving you whiplash as he walks off without another word.

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“So, where exactly are you from, Y/N?” you get asked for the fourth time in about 5 minutes from the man sitting to your right. You can’t exactly remember his name, only that he’s drank about 4 beers in the time you’ve been sitting here. Considering Jack went down the line and literally rapid fired names at you once you returned to the tables, you forgive yourself for not remembering.

“Dawson, she already told you three times, dude. She’s from Tennessee!” the man to your left shouts across you a little too loudly. You flinch a bit at just how loud these guys can be, having been shuffled around from conversation to conversation for the past hour, each man reaching a volume you didn’t know was humanly possible.

Jack will come by whatever table you’re currently at about every 30 minutes and tug you in whatever direction he sees fit, going on and on about how you just HAVE to meet so and so because they’ll love you. You love that he’s trying to include you and integrate you into the group dynamic the team has going on, but you really wish he would just let you mingle on your own.

His teammates have been nothing but welcoming and kind, but most of them are more than a few drinks deep and have been talking about whatever upcoming game they have and what strategies they need to improve on, leaving you left out and unable to add anything to the conversation.

“Virginia, actually. But close! I lived right on the border of Tennessee and Virginia, so it’s almost like I’m from both,” you shout back, explaining your origin…again.

“Wait, Virginia and Tennessee border each other?” Mr. four beers questions, Dawson you’ve just learned.

“Mercer you idiot, of course they border each other. Have you ever even looked at a fucking map?” the man to your left responds, reaching behind you and slapping Dawson on the back of the head.

“Ow! I’m from Canada, Johnny! How am I supposed to know? Do you know what Canadian states border one another?” Dawson fires back at the man to your left, Johnny.

“Provinces.”

“What?”

“Canada has provinces, not states, Dawson,” Johnny says, a blank look on his face as he stares at Dawson.

“Fuck you. And your Harvard degree,” Dawson crosses his arms and puffs up like a kid. It’s amusing really, watching the two bicker like siblings.

As the two continue to go back and forth, you can’t help but let your eyes wander around the bar, searching for a pair of brown ones. You haven’t spoken to Nico since he walked away from you earlier, after he all but told you that you were his type. His words took you by surprise, having only known the man for a few hours. You can’t lie and say you didn’t find him attractive from the moment you saw him standing in his doorway this morning, but you can’t let yourself go there, can you? You’ve been in the city less than twenty-four hours. You haven’t even fully unpacked all of your clothes yet, and here you are, unable to get your best friend’s captain off of your mind.

Just as you try to shake the thoughts running through your head, a pair of eyes find yours, causing you to sit up a little straighter. He’s standing at a table with Jack and a man that you remember to be named Timo. He’s Swiss, too, you learned when Jack introduced the two of you. He told you that he and Nico played together before they both found themselves with the Devils, the pair having hockey history.

Nico glances away, only briefly, before finding your eyes again, noticing the two men arguing on either side of you. He raises his eyebrow, as if asking you if you need help, but you just shrug and give a little half smile, rolling your eyes as if to say ‘boys, right?’. He lets out a chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly. You see him exchange a few words with Jack and Timo before stepping away from the table, walking in the direction of the table you’re sitting at.

Just as Nico is only a few steps away, you feel your phone buzzing from where its laying on your thigh. You look at the screen, your mother’s name flashing across the screen. Realizing you hadn’t called her since your plane landed earlier in the day, you decide you should probably take the call.

“Sorry, guys, I gotta take this call,” you slide out from in-between the two hockey players, still arguing away. They don’t even notice your departure, too lost in discussing geography.

You look over to see Nico stop in his tracks, a confused look on his face. You hold up your phone and point to the screen, mouthing the word ‘mom’ before walking over to a secluded corner of the bar for some quiet.

“Hey, mom. Sorry I forgot to call earlier. It’s been a long day,” you sigh, leaning against the cool brick wall.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay. I just wanted to see how you were settling in. See how the boys were,” she pauses. “Where are you? What’s all that noise in the background?” she questions, slight concern in her voice.

“You know Jack, he wanted to come out and ‘celebrate’ the fact that I live in Jersey now. Tried to get out of it, but Jack never misses a chance to go out. Still have a ton of unpacking to do. I hope to have it all done before too long, though.”

“I should’ve known Jack would be ready to party as soon as you got there. You were always his favorite tag along,” she chuckles, referencing all the time Jack would drag you to various outings and events during the summer.

“Yeah, well this tag along is ready to make her way to her bed for the night, but I have to drive Jack home, so I’ll probably still be here awhile.”

“Honey just tell him you’re ready to go home. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Nah, I can wait it out a little bit longer. He’s too busy introducing me to everyone. He was so excited for me to meet his teammates,” you quickly glance towards where Jack stands. “You’d think I was some local celebrity or something the way he’s been shuffling me from table to table for meet and greets,” you laugh into the phone.

“He’s just happy to have you around again, sweetheart. I know how much you missed him, I’m sure he missed you just as much. He’s just trying to make sure you’re included.”

“I know, I know. It’s sweet, really, I just wish he would’ve let me have a few days before throwing me into a group of drunk hockey players, as usual,” you tell your mom, trying not to sound ungrateful. You do appreciate how eager Jack is to have all his friends meet you, but you’re growing sleepier by the minute.

“Welcome to life with Rowdy…again,” your mom laughs, using Jack’s childhood nickname.

“At least it’s sure to be an interesting one,” you reply, causing her laugh to grow. “Alright, momma, I better go before Jack comes looking for me. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? I love you,” you say, looking over towards Jack’s table, watching him look around, likely noticing your absence.

“Alright, honey. I love you!” she says, hanging up the phone.

You lean your head back against the wall, closing your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath before returning to the chaos of bodies across the room.

“Did Dawson and Johnny really make that bad of a first impression that you’re hiding in a dark corner?”

Yet again, you jump at the voice that seems to be following you around today. You raise your head up and open your eyes, Nico standing a few feet away from you. You simply close your eyes once again and lay your head back against the wall once more, needing another minute to collect yourself.

“You know, I think I’m going to buy you some of those shoes with squeakers in them, that way I can always know when you’re coming,” you tell him, enjoying the feeling of the cool concrete against your head.

All you hear in response is a laugh, which has you raising your head to look at Nico again. You admire the way he scrunches his nose when he laughs, already thinking about how you can coax the sound out of him again.

“Where’s the fun in that now…Bouy, was it?” he recalls your nickname from earlier, earning a glare from you.

“Don’t you even start,” you warn.

“You’re really not going to tell me why Jack called you that? I’ve been trying to get the story out of him for the past two hours. He won’t budge, saying only you can tell it.”

“Trust me, it’s not even worth your time. I don’t even understand why the nickname stuck. They’re all stupid, the lot of them,” you shut down the request.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pry it out of you one day. I’ll solve the Bouy mystery eventually,” Nico persists, not letting the subject drop that easily.

You remove yourself from the wall, sliding your phone into your back pocket. You run your hand through your hair with a huff, preparing yourself to join the others once again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My mom called, so I figured I’d better take it. A little tired, but I’m all good. Just hope Jack tires out sooner rather than later,” you shrug your shoulders.

“I can give him a ride home if you want to leave? I don’t mind, really. Not like it’s exactly out of the way,” Nico offers.

“No, I should stay. He was really excited for me to meet everyone tonight so I feel like I should at least stay a little bit longer. I don’t want to bail on him this soon.”

“Trust me, if it was up to Jack he wouldn’t leave until they kicked him out,” Nico states, nothing but seriousness in his tone.

“Well, we don’t call him Rowdy for nothing,” you joke. “Speaking of, we’ve been spotted,” you notice Jack making his way over to where the two of you stand.

“Hey, everything alright? I couldn’t find you and Timo said he saw you come over here awhile ago, then said he saw Nico come over here too. You okay?” Jack says as he approaches, glancing towards Nico before looking at you, concern in his tone and on his face.

“No, yeah, I’m fine. Mom called and I came over here so I could here her better, then Nico came to check on me. We were about to come join everyone again, I was just enjoying the quiet for another minute,” you tell Jack, watching the worry fall from his face.

“Oh tell momma Y/L/N that her favorite surrogate son misses her,” Jack brightens at the mention of your mom, both of you viewing the other’s parents as a second set, just as close to them as you were your own.

“I will when she calls tomorrow,” you chuckle, knowing your mom will get a kick out of this conversation.

“I actually came over here to see if you were ready to go? We have morning skate tomorrow and Luke just texted me asking when we were coming home, which usually means he’s lonely and feeling left out, so we should probably get going,” Jack says, surprising you by granting your earlier wishes.

“Oh my god yes, please. I’m so tired,” you sigh, letting your shoulders slump, relieved that you’re only a few minutes away from climbing in your bed.

“I thought so, you looked like you were having a grand time with Dawson and Johnny,” Jack laughs, recalling your earlier position between the two geography enthusiasts.

“They were literally yelling at each other about the geography of the U.S. and Canada,” you told the two men standing with you, both of them breaking out into laughter.

“That’s nothing. Once they argued for a full two hours on if pterodactyl was spelled with a p or not,” Nico adds in, having been silent until now, causing you to be the one filled with laughter.

Jack looks over, seeming to just now remember Nico was also standing with the two of you.

“You need a ride home, cap?” Jack offers, looking over at you with suspicious eyes before looking back at Nico.

“Nah, I’ve only had two beers. I’m good to drive. Plus, I should probably make sure Dawson gets home and in bed. He’s going to regret all those tequila shots when we have to be on the ice at eight tomorrow morning.”

“Exactly why I’m tapping out now. Be careful, Neeks. See you at practice,” Jack tells his captain before turning to you. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“Like it’s a hot summer day.”

Jack smiles, the phrase becoming a trademark of yours over the years. You don’t even remember what started it, just that it’s become the signature end to many nights of fun for the two of you. He turns to walk away and you go to follow him before you realized you didn’t say goodbye to Nico. Not wanting to feel rude, you turn around to say your goodbyes to the captain.

“Goodnight, Nico. Have a good practice tomorrow.”

“Thanks. Goodnight, Bouy,” he responds, a shit-eating grin breaking out on his face.

Fuck you, Jack Hughes.

[koolades-world]

Can you do a fanfic of an MC who likes to play a game with the brothers where MC steals the easiest thing that they have on them (like Mammon’s glasses or if Lucifer is wearing glasses, they take them) and the brothers have to chase them around to get them back? It’s all good fun and they know they’re joking haha

hi! yes, of course!! another fun idea!!

please enjoy!

Mc strikes again!

Lucifer was enjoying his coffee at the table with his daily newspaper, casually reading like he did every morning. He got downstairs early in order to enjoy the peace and quiet it brough to his routine. Everyone knew this, because when they arrived downstairs, he was always about halfway done with the paper and his coffee at that point.

It was the perfect time to strike. Before he knew it, Lucifer's reading glasses were swiped right off his nose by a pair of hands he would know anywhere. He did nothing to stop the mischievous human who he could hear running down the hall in their socks, giggling the whole way. He couldn't finish reading the paper without them, so, with a small grin, he got up to chase after them.

Lucifer was sure the entire house heard them, and at one point Mc smacked straight into Beel and after apologizing, kept running. He had also been awake for a while, thanks to his morning workout routine, but left Mc and his older brother to their own devices. Finally, the chase ended when Mc tried to get into their own room to shut the door behind them, but the door was locked. Lucifer triumphantly took his glasses back, in exchange for a kiss. He gave them a lighthearted scolding, and before going back to the dining room, unlocked their door for them. Next time, Lucifer would be more prepared for a surprise attack from Mc.

Later that day, Mc did the same thing to Belphie and his pillow. He was, of course, asleep during their scuffle with Lucifer, so he had no clue what was about to hit him. While he was taking his third afternoon nap, they snuck up and attempted to yank the pillow out from under him. While they knew he had a strong grip while asleep since they had been the victim of his many naps, while he had fallen asleep while holding them, they still thought they'd be able to steal away with the pillow.

They were severely wrong. As much as they tugged and tugged, they couldn't get it to budge at all. When they thought they'd gotten a little bit of leeway, Belphie grabbed them by the arm and yanked them into a cuddle. After he knowingly questioned them on what they were doing, Mc tried their best to pretend they were doing nothing, but failed. As a toll for attempting to snatch his pillow, Belphie made them cuddle with him until he was sure they'd learnt his lesson.

They tried the other brothers, but failed and eventually decided to just try the easiest target: Mammon.

Later that week, they tried the glasses trick on Mammon while he was scrolling on Devilgram. That was much easier than trying to steal from Lucifer or Belphie because Mammon had such a soft spot for Mc. They asked for several things, all of which he complied to. He had to He could've just snatched them back and played the same chasing game but, he loved them. He cared about them, so even if his glasses weren't at stake, he would do it. He actually had spares he could grab, but he'd do anything for you.

It was a good day to be Mc, surrounded by some of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, yet they would do the silliest things for them.

[mxqdii]

hey! i love love your work, and i was wondering if i could request a chris sturniolo x fem!reader?

maybe reader is also a well known influencer, or an actress or something of the sort, and there’s rumours about her and chris being together that they haven’t really confirmed?

but they are dating and she’s on live one day and he calls her like an intimate pet name, or just overall says something that shows they are in fact together and like the comments on the live just go crazy and stuff and shes like telling chris she’s on live or whatver

im so sorry if this doesnt make sense 🙏🙏

stop bc i requested pretty much this same thing to another author (on wattpad) a few months back, so when i read this request it was such an "i made it" moment (i love u sm, you're just like me fr fr)

baby - c.s

pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris accidentally calls reader 'baby' while she's on live, revealing to the whole world that they're dating/

warning(s): fluff, reader calling chris bro 😔

not proofread

i'm sitting on the couch, watching tv, bored out of my mind.

then an idea hits me, i could go on live!

i used to go live a lot with the triplets, but only on their account, so it would be fun to go live on mine.

i open instagram and click the live button, watching the stream fill with thousands of people

"holy shit that's a lot of people" i say with a nervous laugh

"uhh i guess i'll answer any questions anyone has! so feel free to ask anything!" i add, smiling

i read through the comments, lots of them asking where the triplets are

i can't help but notice seeing a few asking if me and chris are dating.

fortunately, those allegations are true! but we've decided to keep it quiet for, just for now.

still, there’s only so much one can hide from the public

and although me and chris haven't said anything, i think everybody knows anyway.

people can see our glances, our gestures, how close we are, it's all pretty obvious.

i answer a few questions like my favorite singer, when my next video is coming out, podcast stuff with the triplets, and just some other various topics.

suddenly i hear the door unlock, looking over at it, but not really caring.

maybe i can get whichever triplet that is to join my live.

chris walks in and i smile in his direction

"hey baby" he says and my expression immediately drops.

i look at him, PALE.

(absolutely terrified to look back at the screen)

"what?" he says, walking closer, i turn my head to the screen, anticipating my death.

i let out a sigh of relief seeing the comments

@ssturniolo BABY???

@strniolo AWWWWWWWW

@lvrsparadise GOODBYE I LOVE THEM.

@ellieswifie this is such a chris and y/n mistake 😭

@lavieenvalentina i'm so happy for them i'll cry

(shoutout to everyone tagged ILY<;3)

as i'm reading the comments, i smile, chris hovering over me reading them too

suddenly he hugs me from behind, squeezing me tight

"chris!" i say laughing

"let me go bro" i whine

"you did not just call me bro" he says, immediately stopping

his death glare makes me laugh

"consider it payback for you calling me baby on live" i say laughing

(him clearly not amused)

"okay fine fine im sorry, guys it's all okay he's not my bro please let me redeem myself" i say joking on the last part

me and chris stay on live for another 30 minutes, answering questions about how we got together and just stuff about our relationship.

"bye guys we love you!!" i say, ending the live

i close out of insta, putting my phone down with an exhausted sigh

"so?" i mumble, anticipating chris's response

"so? so nothing" he say's with a smile and i face palm

"chris! we just told like, the world that we're dating" i laugh

"yeah, and i'm happy about it, like honestly i can't think of a better way it could've happened" he says

we both look at eachother and burst out laughing

"we're a little interesting thats for sure" i say

"i can't believe we tell the world we're dating ON ACCIDENT and then you start calling me bro" chris says, making me laugh harder

"i was nervous! im sorry!" i yell with my hands up in defense

"yeah yeah, it's fine" he says, wrapping his arms around me

"bro" he adds on

"chris i swear to god-"

TAGLIST:

@strniolo @stargirlv0id @annaisabookworm

[ddejavvu]

i’ve never heard anyone talk about this but there’s an episode of cm where the bau has to turn around on the jet and aaron says “i’ll inform the pilot” sooooooooooo i’m feeling pilot!reader who’s super confident and always flirts with him PLEASE

disclaimer: i don't fly planes i don't know the process of rerouting mid-flight but i tried my darndest

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It's not every day that a case is solved before the BAU even land, but this unsub wasn't as smart as everyone thought he would be. He'd revisited his third crime scene just in time for the police to show up, and he won't be getting out of prison anytime soon.

Derek lets out a scoff of a laugh at the man's idiocy, already reaching for his headphones, "I guess we've got our weekend after all. Prentiss, you ever gonna tell me what sin to win means?"

Aaron stands as Emily narrows her eyes at Derek, a smirk curling over her lips, "There are some questions, Morgan, that if you have to ask, it means you probably couldn't handle the answer."

Before Derek can fire back Hotch heads for the curtain, "Alright, you two. That's enough. I'm going to go tell the pilot we can turn around. They'll need to reroute us."

There's a hum of acknowledgement that circles the jet, and Aaron passes through the snack station, rapping his knuckles gently on the door to the cockpit.

A green light flashes over the doorframe and a bell chimes, the door unlocking automatically with the press of a button inside.

"Y/N," Aaron greets you, on a first-name basis from calling you to work alone. He tries joking, something he forgets to do sometimes at work, "Just kidding. We're headed back to Virginia, can you pull a u-turn in an airplane?"

You turn to grin at him, face peeking out from the side of the headrest, "What, you forget your toothbrush?"

He's glad his joke went over well, and he laughs at your own, a smile gracing his features, "They don't need us anymore. Are you able to reroute us mid-air? Or will we have to land first?"

"If there's not much air traffic we can turn," You hum, peering at diagrams and screens that Aaron doesn't understand, "But if it's busy we'll just have to land and set up another flight path."

"Understood," He nods, checking his phone that looks comically small in his large hands, "When will you know?"

"Right," You hum, analyzing the display in front of you, and checking a note you've made for yourself on a sticky note that's stuck to your seat, "Now. I think we can make it without landing, but we'll have to wait for a commercial flight to pass. Shouldn't take longer than 20 minutes to turn, then an hour to get back."

"Thank you," Aaron heaves a relieved sigh, thankful not to have to waste more time than they already have, "You're a lifesaver. I owe you one, really."

"Breakfast in bed," You decide, your shit-eating grin only widening, "Hey, next time you're on a case, we'll share a hotel room. That'll make it easy for you."

Aaron doesn't know exactly how to respond to such a bold statement. He's bold himself, but not with flirting. He feels his cheeks heat up and prays you can't see it, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he calculates his response.

"Pancakes or waffles?"

"Waffles," You laugh, "And whipped cream."

"Mm, okay," Aaron pretends to deliberate, headed back to the doorway, "Over the top, or on the side?"

"It's not for the waffles," You chime, and Aaron is infinitely glad you're turned around again to face the display in front of you, because it means you don't see him trip over the base of the doorway, "Why else do you think we're sharing a room, Hotchner?"

[fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat]

Quiet My Fears (With The Touch Of Your Hand)

Steve Harrington x f!reader

Description: It was Steve's fault you got hurt last time, and it's Steve's fault again this time, too.

Warnings: pregnant!reader, mentions of being sick, blood, mentions of s3 events, lots and lots of crying

Word Count: 4409

Notes: Hello everyone I kinda poured my heart and soul into this pls enjoy

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July 5th, 1985 - 4:05 am

Steve had already decided what he was going to tell his parents about the state of his face. He was at a party, he’d say, and got into a fight with some drunk asshole who was hitting on you a little too hard. He tried to tell him to fuck off, but the guy got mad and threw the first punch. Steve won, of course.

A semi-believable story that involved zero Soviet torture doctors. 

You’d made it out of the night without any black eyes or broken noses, but there was a sizable gash peeking out from under your hairline. The blood that had dripped from your temple down to your neck had been wiped away by one of the EMT’s, so the cut was really only visible if you already knew it was there. It wasn’t bad enough to warrant stitches, thankfully, but that did very little to quell Steve’s incessant worry. He didn’t like the way your whole body was trembling. Or the way your tights were ripped. 

It took hours for the two of you to be able to go home, made longer by the mountains of contracts and NDA’s you were forced to sign. Steve had already gotten the super secret security rundown twice before. “You’ll probably end up with a good chunk of hush money, at least,” he had joked with you. “All of us did.”

You trailed behind Steve like a lost puppy as he unlocked his front door. He was just happy that you were alive at all.

You, for whatever reason, hadn’t made it into the same interrogation room as Robin and Steve. You weren’t there when Dustin and Erica arrived to get them, and you were nowhere to be seen during the big fight. Steve hadn’t even realized that you weren’t with them until whatever he’d been injected with was out of his system, but he was plunged into an ice cold panic the moment that he did. He begged Hopper to let him go back and look for you, though the idea got shot down immediately (‘Because clearly, you did so great down there the first time!’). Funnily enough, it was actually Murray, of all people, who found you first. He said you were about two seconds away from breaking his nose, if not for the fact that you were chained to the steel bench built into the wall. 

The house was empty. Steve’s parents were spending the holiday weekend with his aunt and uncle two states away; thankfully, Steve hadn’t been dragged along this time. He always thought his dad’s brother was a creep anyway. Your parents were across the street, most likely sleeping soundly at the thought that their daughter was just out at a house party like a regular 18 year old. Of course, nothing about any of this was regular.

Steve’s usual post-saving-of-world routine was to down two doses of ibuprofen, take the hottest shower known to man, and sleep for a day, and there was definitely a part of him that wanted to do just that, but you were still hovering behind him like a ghost. Steve clicked on the lamp on the table next to the sofa as the two of you entered the living room.

“Sit, okay?” he told you. “I’ll find you some pajamas or something.”

You nodded to him, sullen and shaky, and lowered yourself into the pristine couch. It was cream colored and satiny, like it was designed to be easy to stain, and Steve had never actually been allowed to sit on it when he was little. 

His whole body ached, but he trudged up the stairs anyway. He ducked into his own room to quickly strip off his decidedly disgusting uniform and put on a too-big sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants before picking out something for you. Steve came back down to find you wincing as you slowly pulled off your shoes. 

“Jesus,” Steve remarked at the state of the white socks that slouched around your ankles over your tights. The backs were drenched in angry red, spread all the way around the heel and down the sides, and the nylon of your tights had big holes worn through that exposed just how ripped up the skin of your heels had become.

“I decided to put on new shoes this morning,” you sighed. “Hadn’t broken them in yet.”

While humiliating, he and Robin’s Scoops uniforms were actually pretty comfortable. The sneakers Steve had worn to work that day had held up wonderfully to all the walking (and running for his life) that he’d had to do all night, but you worked at one of the fancy department stores. You couldn’t wear sneakers or comfortable shorts, you had to wear smart, grown up clothes. You’d been running around all night in a pair of brand new, shiny black mary-janes and a skirt. It made Steve feel just a little bit sick to his stomach to think about. 

“Fuck,” Steve huffed out. “Alright, hold on. There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom.”

Steve bandaged up your ankles, carefully cleaning the wounds with the softest cloth he could find and cursing himself when you made a noise at the pain. 

God, this was all his fault.

“You can take the room next to mine, if you want,” Steve said after you’d changed. “My parents won’t be home until Monday, so we won’t have to worry about them at all.”

“Okay,” you said, voice mouseish. You’d been to Steve’s house a million times before; you grew up across the street, the only other person his age in a neighborhood full of elderly couples and houses for sale. Even before Steve de-assholed, you’d still sneak out of the house to come drink stolen beers on the roof of his garage on the nights when he couldn’t stand to sleep. 

That being said, ‘welcoming’ was not really a word you’d use to describe the Harrington household. The guest room next to Steve’s was, similar to the living room, untouched and pristine. Perfectly made bed, easily palettable decor, somehow devoid of dust despite the fact that it was clear no one had used the room in a very long time. The bed had a pink comforter, a dusty-rose kind of color.

The two of you had only been apart for an hour, maybe less, before Steve heard a knock on his bedroom door. He opened it to find your teary eyes on the other side.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Steve asked. He couldn’t either. 

“I can’t-” you stuttered out. “I don’t think I can be alone right now.” 

Steve knew the feeling.

He stepped out of the doorway to make room for you to come in. The pair of you stood too close to one another in the middle of his room in heavy, suffocating silence. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispered.

“Don’t be,” you replied. You stepped forward and pressed your forehead against his shoulder. 

“I am, though. I got you wrapped up in this fucking mess,” Steve said as he wrapped you up in a hug. “And now you’re hurt, and it’s my fault.”

“I’m the one who wanted to help you guys. I could’a just gone home, but I chose to stay. You didn’t do that, I did.”

“I still think you deserve to be mad at me.” 

You stayed quiet for a moment, with Steve above your head wishing he could go back in time and fix all of this before it had the chance to get back to you.

“They told me you were dead,” you admitted through the quiet.

“What?”

“After they pulled me away,” you explained. “You and Robin, they told me you were both dead.”

“Oh, my god,” Steve huffed out. “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry.”

You muttered his name into his collar bone, and Steve pulled away just enough to be able to look at you. You were crying now, but so was he, and fuck, he wanted to kiss you. Kiss all of the tears away, and pull all of the horrible, fucked up things that had happened to you out of your memory, and as you stood looking at him, Steve realized that you had gotten the memo.

You leaned up and kissed him, so incredibly soft, making sure to be careful of his split lip. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as his hands came to meet the junction of your jawline and neck. 

You pulled away from him first, tears still silently spilling from your eyes, and he touched his forehead to yours. 

“I’m really happy you’re not dead.”

February, 1989

Steve was entirely zoned out behind the counter at Family Video when the shrill ring of the phone broke through his trance

“Thank you for calling your local Family Video. My name is Steve, how can I help you today?” Steve regurgitated the same spiel as he does every time he picks up the phone. 

“What time do you get off work tonight?” you asked him. Steve knew your voice in an instant, and even through the crackle of the phone, he could hear that something was wrong.

“Eight. Why?” Steve inquired.

“I need you to come over,” you said. “It’s an emergency.”

Steve’s heart dropped into his stomach.

“Should I be calling Hopper?” he asked you. If something. . . upside down-ish was happening again, he was gonna lose his shit.

“No, nothing like that,” you clarified, and Steve let out a silent breath of relief. “It’s an entirely non-supernatural emergency.”

“Do you want me to come over now? I’m the boss-man. I can leave whenever I want,” Steve joked. He was trying his damnedest to hear your laugh come from the other end of the line.

“You’re a shift lead, Steve.”

“Yeah. Boss-man.” 

There was only silence on the line for a moment. 

“I don’t want you to get in trouble, is all,” you explained, and it made Steve's heart ache just a touch. 

“It’s fine, I won't,” Steve said to placate your worry. “Twenty minutes, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you said, though you didn’t sound thrilled. It made Steve worry even more as he hung up the phone. 

Steve knew the two of you were wildly codependent on each other. Believe him, Robin had been reminding him constantly over the past year since she’d caught the two of you in a house party bathroom. 

The fact that the pair of you hadn’t actually made it official yet, despite the fact that you’d been sleeping with each other with relative consistency for three and half years, definitely didn’t help matters at all. 

‘You are in love with her,’ Robin loved to point out. ‘And pretending to not be in love with her while also sleeping together is going to destroy your brain!’

She was right, of course. It absolutely was destroying his brain, but if he had to pick between having a destroyed brain but also having you, or not having a destroyed brain but also not having you, he’d pick a destroyed brain anyday. Even if he thought (knew) you didn’t necessarily feel the same way he did.

Steve parked his car in the empty space next to yours in your apartment building’s lot. He knew the code to the building’s door by heart now, and he’d had a spare key to your apartment for the last six months.

He let himself in, making sure to lock the door behind him once he was inside, and saw you shaking like a leaf on the couch. 

Steve paused for a moment before he dropped his car keys onto the little table by the door. He was instantly plunged into crisis-management mode. 

In recent years, Steve had become quite familiar with crisis management mode; put all the feelings to the side, and deal with the situation at hand. Was it healthy to stub out all of the mushy shit like that? No, probably not, but emotional healing was a lot easier to do when he didn’t have the threat of  interdimensional horror hanging over his head.

Though, over the phone, you had promised him there was no interdimensional horror at the moment.

He toed off his shoes and rounded the coffee table to crouch in front of you. Your eyes followed his every movement, wide and glassy and enough to make Steve’s rib cage feel like it was about to cave in. He took your hands in his.

“What happened?” he asked you. 

You shut your eyes, forcing more tears down the slope of your cheek. A small, quiet sob escaped your lips as you dipped your forehead onto Steve’s shoulder. He brought a hand up to graze over the back of your head, holding you close to him. 

You were tougher than you looked, always had been. That wasn’t to say that Steve ever thought you were weak, but you were timid and quiet. Shy since birth, you never really stood out to Steve as a fighter until he saw you crack a Russian soldier over the back of the head with his own gun. You’d had a fire in your eyes that could’ve rivaled Nancy’s that night, before you had all been separated from one another. That fire was decidedly missing right now, though. Your tears seemed to have extinguished it.

“Hey, hey. Tell me what’s going on, yeah?” Steve asked.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered into his neck. You sounded small and, more pressingly, fucking terrified. Steve did his best to place a hand on either side of your face and pull back to get a good look at you, though you clearly didn’t want to be pulled away from your spot tucked into the collar of his crew-neck. 

“Sorry for what, baby?” Pet names had previously been reserved for dirty-talk purposes only, but you’d started calling him ‘handsome’ a few months back as a joke (which quickly became much less of a joke), and now that rule had been thrown out the window. One more blurry boundary line in your relationship. “I wanna help, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“Steve,” you murmured.

“You’re scaring me,” Steve told you, and it was true. “Is it something with your mom? Did she call?”

“No. She won’t. You know she won’t.”

“Then what’s happening? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this upset, and I will do everything I can to help, but-”

“I’m pregnant.”

You whispered it and Steve swore he felt his heart stop. 

“What?” he whispered back. Surely you didn’t mean it. Surely he had to have misheard you.

“I’m pregnant.” 

Definitely hadn’t misheard you, then.

“You-” It felt a bit like his brain had been replaced by cotton balls. “How sure are you?”

“Uhm, I took a test here, and it came back positive, but the box said that you can get false results sometimes, so I waited a couple days and took another one, but then that said the same thing,” you rambled. “So then, I went to that clinic on Poplar and got a blood test, and they called me earlier today and said that that one was positive, too.”

“Very sure,” Steve said in response to your onslaught. 

You only nodded in agreement.

Steve could hear the drip drip drip of your leaky kitchen sink, the sound of your cat batting around his favorite toy mouse, your neighbors downstairs fighting like they did most nights. He could hear your ragged breathing, and the beginnings of your quiet sobs, and his own heartbeat in his ears. He didn’t know what to say to you, how to get you to calm down, and he didn’t think he had the mental capacity to figure it out right now, so he didn’t say anything at all. You stayed quiet too, tucked away in your own little world of the smell of Steve’s cologne and the soft of his hair. 

Steve was about two seconds away from completely shutting down when your pitiful voice sliced through the silence.

“Steve, I don’t know what to do.”

That kicked his brain back into gear. 

“That’s okay,” he said from his spot on the floor. His emotions get tucked underneath the floorboards so he can deal with yours first. “It’s okay. You don’t have to know right now.”

And you two stayed there, you on your couch and him with his back pressed against the hard edge of  your coffee table, for a good long while. Your sniffles had graduated to full on bawling and you were clinging to him like he was a liferaft. You were petrified. His head was swimming and he felt a little bit like his heart might explode, but he wasn’t about to let you know that. 

Logically, the next step would be to talk about. . . all of it. What you wanted to do, and what that would look like, and all of it, but you weren’t able to get a word in. Even though Steve knew it was what needed to happen next, the thought of actually having to face the music made him feel sick. 

“We’ll figure it out, alright?” Steve said into your hair. “We’ll figure it out. It’ll be okay. I promise.”

You just sort of fell limp against him once you had run out of tears. Steve’s back was starting to cramp up from being squished against the table, and when he moved to plant himself onto the sofa next to you, you stayed adhered to his side. 

“Steve, I don’t-”

“I know. It’s okay.” I don’t know what to do had become your mantra of the evening. Steve was in the exact same boat, though, and the best idea he’d had all night was distraction, so distraction it would be. He paused for a moment before asking you, “are you hungry?”

You tilted your gaze to him, looking confused.

“How ‘bout I go and get us something to eat from that diner you like, and we can watch a movie or something. Then we can talk about it in the morning, yeah?” Steve suggested. You didn’t seem all that on board with the idea, though. “Is that okay?”

“I can’t keep anything down,” you explained after a moment.

Oh, yeah. People get sick when they're pregnant. Steve hadn’t really thought about that part yet. 

“Right. Well, have you tried at all today?” he inquired. You shook your head.

“Not since last night.”

Great. You’re already terrified and now you can’t even eat.

“Look, I’ll get you a grilled cheese, and an extra large Sprite for your stomach in case the sandwich doesn’t work out, and I’ll stay here with you all night,” Steve said. 

“Okay,” you said with a nod and a sad smile. You seemed to understand what he was doing, though you showed no signs of protest. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, it’s okay,” Steve said as he got up and slipped his feet back into his shoes. He scooped up his keys and shot you a smile before opening the door. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

You nodded, giving him the green light to leave. He half-jogged down the stairwell and out into the parking lot, and he barely made it into the driver’s seat before he started crying.

Guilt settled in his chest in an instant at the thought, but the first thing that popped into his head when he was finally alone was that his dad was going to fucking kill him. And not just in a figurative, ‘oh no I scratched the car, dad’s gonna kill me’ kind of way; his father was going to pick up a weapon and actually kill him. Then, Hopper was gonna kill him after his dad did. You two weren’t even actually dating; how was he going to explain any of this? ‘Hey, dad! I accidentally knocked up my not-quite-girlfriend/best friend with benefits!’  That’ll go over splendidly. That’s two people added to the list of people who wanted to kill him. 

What was going to happen next, then? He was having difficulty figuring out the answer. 

Whatever you wanted to do, obviously, but you didn’t know what that was, and yeah, he was scared shitless, but you were beyond terrified. Scared in a way Steve had never seen you before. That made him feel about a million times worse.

‘Cause he was still just a shitty kid, who still lived with his shitty parents and worked a shitty job, and even with his shitty promotion, he still made a shitty wage. A shitty wage that definitely wouldn’t be enough to raise a kid, and-

He was spiraling, he could feel it, and he’d never been more grateful to see the glowing neon of an OPEN sign in his life.

He parked the car. He got out of the car. He opened the door to the restaurant. He walked up to the counter and a girl he used to know from high school took his to-go order. If he remembered correctly, she was a tattoo apprentice.

“You alright?” possible-tattoo-apprentice ask Steve after ringing in the food. “You seem a little, I don’t know, freaked out.”

“Yeah,” Steve replied with a tight lipped smile and curt nod. “Yeah, no. I’m good.”

She looked right through his lie, but moved on to a couple of older men sitting at the counter with coffee refills anyway.

 Steve, in the ten minutes it took for the food to come out, stood leaning against the wall in utter silence. In that silence, he allowed himself to live in what was probably an irresponsible thought; the one where the two of you actually did have a kid, and a house, and maybe a dog if he’s lucky. Something that maybe was a lot less far off in the future than he thought. Steve used to want kids, when he was younger. Maybe it was just the fact that he’d had every single stereotype of the American dream shoved down his throat his whole life, but he really had wanted it at one point. That was before everything, though. Before the monsters, and the chaos, and all the awful shit he’d roped you into. Before it all came back, and then came back again, again, again. Any dream of a family had been stubbed out by the fear that it could all one day be ripped apart. 

Despite that, despite the fact that he knew every single reason that it could never happen like the back of his goddamn hand, he did nothing to try and save himself from drowning in the fantasy. The image of you holding his baby made his chest go tight and he wanted it more than anything in the world, but fuck, what happens if everything goes to shit again? He had done a pretty awful job at keeping you away from it the first few times, you had the nightmares to prove it, so how could he possibly protect his kid from it, too?

The food came out and he was rocked back into reality.

He left the restaurant, stopping on the way back to your apartment at a 7/11 for the Sprite he had promised. He grabbed some anti-nausea medicine too, but it wasn’t until he got into the car that he realized there was a big warning on the back of the box: ‘Do not take if you are pregnant or breastfeeding.’ 

Awesome.

He did his best to scrub any evidence of tears out of his eyes in the rearview mirror, and got out of the car.

You were waiting for him on the couch, just as you had been when he had left. You smiled at him when he walked through the door, still the sad self pitying kind, but a smile nonetheless. 

“I come bearing grilled cheese,” he said as he placed the bag on the coffee table. The joke didn’t land.

“You were crying?” you asked once you were able to get a good look at him, the shake in your voice back once again. Clearly he hadn’t done a good enough job in the rear view. 

“N-no, no. I wasn’t, I-”

“You were,” you interrupted him, and Steve knew better than to try and deny it. You looked like you were about to start crying again, too, and Steve could feel the twist of the knife in his side. He rounded the table to sit next to you, and you drew yourself into him in an instant. Tucked into his arms, you did start crying again (how you had any tears left, Steve didn’t know) and just barely whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey. No sorries, okay?” he said. You wouldn’t look up at him, just shook your head. “Look, if we’re gonna blame anybody, it should probably be me, right?”

Thankfully, that line was enough to finally bubble a laugh out of your chest.

“I’m serious!” Steve took the joke and ran with it in a desperate attempt to lift your spirits even in the slightest. “I mean, it was my, y’know. . . fluids.”

“Oh, gross, dude!” you exclaimed, playfully slapping his shoulder as you sat up straight. “Don’t say it like that!”

“That’s just biology, babe.”

“I know that, I just don’t want to have to think about your fluids when I’m trying to eat,” you quipped at him as you pulled the styrofoam boxes out of the bag on the table, opening the first of the two and passing it his way. It seemed like you were feeling better, and even if you were faking it, Steve would take it. 

“Hey,” Steve called to you through the quiet chatter of the TV after a moment. You turned your face to meet his and the moment his eyes locked on to yours, it seemed like every word he had wanted to say to you had slipped out of his mind. Your voice reeled them all back in, though.

“Yeah?”

“Whatever you wanna do, okay?” he stuttered out. He was pretty sure he might start crying again.

“Right. Yeah.” Your smile faded in an instant at the reminder of the situation.

“And whatever that, y’know, looks like,” Steve continues. “I’ll be right next to you, holding your hand the whole time.”

You give him a pitiful, heart crushing smile, and the pair of you didn’t bring it up again all night. 

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Tubbo's "Return" Summarized (Feb 22):

---Recap---

-Didn't realize he was gone for a week; thought it was only a day or so

-Has something he wants to do but doesn't know what it is; described himself as "having one piece missing"

-Insisted he is alive and human to an odd extent (implications that he is not fully human)

-May have canonized that the Streamer Awards was a dream he had during his absence

-Kept bringing up how Chayanne was supposed to protect him and failed; seemed very upset about it but also brushed it off as a joke when prompted

-Kept asking people who they think the worst egg parent is (has asked everyone he's talked to so far, including Cucurucho)

-Described feeling like his brain had been taken out of his skull and had the dust blown off it, leading to him being able to see and think clearly and at max capacity like never before (certain descriptions used are reminiscent of a lobotomy procedure)

-Described being dead as very calm, and waking up felt very warm (like when you're cozy in bed and don't want to get up yet)

-Wants to reinvent himself

---Behavioral Patterns---

-Hates loud noises

Showed fear and nervousness at the prospect of loud noises

Persistent noise not loud enough to cause ringing but enough to cause annoyance makes him highly irritable and aggressive

Ringing-induced noise (typically sudden) causes him to mentally tune out (when Cucurucho shot a gun next to him he had to lie down until his ears stopped ringing)

-Mood swings wildly and to different levels of emotional elevation

-General aggressive aloofness at what's going on around him (like he's excited to do things but incredibly detached)

-Impulsive decision making; moves on to the next thing very quickly (saw a random house, decided it was his, and promptly forgot about it seconds later)

-Still retains core aspects of his personality, but with differing behavioral patterns

Noted by Fit and Chayanne to have amplified emotions (joy means extreme joy, boredom means extreme boredom, etc)

Sad when hearing Sunny was alone on her birthday, salty about the Create mod not being unlocked, and generally acted like himself but as if he was on drugs

-Gets incredibly defensive when he feels left out (Sunny and Chayanne kept having private conversations from him and he got very cross)

-Irritability gets quickly squandered when called out in some cases

Had moments of lucidity where he'd ask himself "why did I do that?"

Yelled at Chayanne to wake up in an unusually aggressive manner before Sunny told him to calm down, to which he insisted he was calm but complied and went to sit down quietly

-Strong sense of justice; willing to cross strange lines to enforce it

Incredibly upset upon learning Richarlyson destroyed Leo's garden and insisted it be fixed by Richas and only Richas

Couldn't understand why Sunny wanted to fix Leo's broken garden when it was Richas who destroyed it

Was willing to stand over Richas' bed and wait for him to wake up just to make him fix the garden

-Seemingly inconsequential actions that most would let go is something he feels very strongly about

Believes that letting go of the little things is a detriment as they will build up and eventually destroy you (most likely a product of unresolved feelings from before he died)

[thegnomelord]

Maybe somewhere in his (hound) broken mind, there is a glimpse of what he was before that is buried under the torture and conditioning. But who was he really before? Was he truly the tame loyal guard dog that everyone in the task force knew him as? Or did his new owner just… awaken a deep need? Did his new owner unlock the hidden pandora’s box of desires and wants?  the desire to bite, the desire to be leashed up like the dog he has always wanted but didn't know to be?

And if that carnal desire was unleashed. I wonder how hard it would be for his previous owner (price) to accept and possibly tame the beast that was uncaged. Will he try to lock the pandora’s box and hide the hell hound? Or will he take the leash and treat him like the dog that he has always wanted to be?

And im also wondering what is hound’s past before joining the military:D

Idk mind running and ur writing is amazing mkbvctxekl;cvffve

-:3

Oooh I never thought about it like that lol :Dd I love that this story is just kinda becoming a group effort with ya'll giving me all kinds of ideas. yeah, I bet there are some parts of old Hound that Makarov hadn't managed to kill off, but they're buried deep and suppressed as like an unconscious self preservation method. And I do plan to expand it in the story and show like, old hound coming out when he's in rehab and with the 141

I wanna leave Hound's past up for the reader to decide as he's already turning into more of an OC/SI than I originally indented with the one-shot lol, but I do imagine that some of the dog like mentality does come from Hound just being a very tall and intimidating person that people saw first for his body and didn't bother to learn more about him. He was just some muscle head, to be ordered around when someone needed the heavy lifting done, and promptly left to his own devices.

So Price going that extra mile of learning about Hound, what he liked, disliked, what he aspired to be? Yeah, that earned him Hound's undivided loyalty.

Oh, Oh, how about for angst, that Price was the one that kinda started the dog thing? Like calling Hound a pup or something as a joke that spread because Hound was always next to him and following his orders. And then Makarov got Hound and just decided it would break Price even more if he turned Price's most loyal soldier into his dog.

So it's more of like, everyone told him he was a dog, so it must be true, right? What else are you good for except for snarling and mauling who you're told?

[klausysworld]

🏖️ w klaus?

Much needed Vacation

Klaus loves to travel and after a thousand years of being on edge he was more than happy to relax for a while.

Since unlocking his werewolf side he was able to feel temperatures more, he would wear thicker clothes and added layers in the winter and had the desire to go shirtless everywhere in the summer. Not that I'm complaining but his siblings weren't the most fond.

Hope also found that she enjoyed the heat and so when I mentioned the idea of a vacation, the Mikaelsons were very excited. It was rare that the siblings were able to actually enjoy their luxuries but for the past for months everything had been lovely and calm and there was no sign of any threat for the near future.

So we flew first class, hired out a villa and claimed our rooms. Klaus had grabbed my hand and sped us to the biggest suit, bringing our bags and dropping onto the humongous bed with a pleased sigh.

I smiled and shut the door before opening our cases and beginning to put all our clothes on hangers and into the wardrobe. I could hear Klaus removing his clothes and pulling something else on, probably his swim trunks because Hope had been begging for them to go in the pool as soon as they arrived. I put our little wash bags into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom to see Klaus in his navy swim shorts and his wolf tooth necklace.

"You gonna go to the pool or the beach?" I asked as I sat beside him and traces my fingertips against the bare skin of his shoulders

"Pool, it's only the first day, I don't want sand to appear in all of my clothes for the next two weeks" he joked and I smiled widely. He just gazed at me for a moment before glancing to my shorts and t-shirt "are you coming?" he questioned with a tilt of his head

"Not today, it's already getting late and we agreed to cook the first night and to go out for food tomorrow. Elijah said he'd help." I explained and he hummed

"We can always go out for food, today, tomorrow, the whole holiday if you like. Don't stress about house tasks, just come relax, this was all your idea" he stood and tugged me by the wrist to stand which I did and I wrapped my arms around his neck

"I'm not stressing, I just want everything to go well. Besides if we eat out every day then it loses what makes it exciting" I reminded and he pouted

"Or it makes when you cook more special?" he offered and I gave him a look resulting in a sigh and a 'fine' before he gave me a kiss and disappeared out to the pool with Hope, Rebekah, Marcel, Kol and Freya whilst Elijah, Hayley, Davina and I were inside preparing food and inspecting the villa.

The first week consisted of nothing but the pool, snacks and sunbathing. The second week we began doing activities and taking day trips either all together or in groups or couples, plus Hope of course depending on who she wanted to spend the day with.

More often than not it was Klaus and I and whilst it was really sweet and we all had fun, I could see Klaus getting frustrated. We hadn't been intimate the entire vacation so far because someone was always awake during the night due to the heat and usually it was Hope. None of the walls were sound proof and the doors didn't have locks. Although Klaus was willing to risk it, I didn't want to traumatise Hope on her first family holiday.

But I knew he would burst soon. His hard non was permanent and he would press it against me at every possible opportunity, whispering dirty words or quietly begging for me to touch him. Klaus always went one way or the other when he got needy, either he got overly dominant or very submissive. I think this time, because the environment was to calm and everyone was happy, he became more subby and whiny for one-on-one attention rather then when he's agitated all the time and unable to grasp his emotions.

So I decided to check out the beach, people seemed to clear off in early evening for food and the entertainment facilities nearby so I planned to bring Klaus down around then.

I set up a blanket so we didn't have to sit on the burning hot sand and put a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice before going to get Klaus. I dragged him out with the promise of a surprise.

"Trust me okay? You'll like it" I told him as he huffed and puffed about wanting to know before we got there.

By the time we got there the sun was starting to set but the air remained hot, I lead him across the sand to the place I'd set up. His expression seemingly softened and a smile pulled at his pretty pink lips.

I pulled him down onto the blanket and kicked my sandals off. I lifted my dress off and put it on the edge of the blanket so that I was in only my bikini. I looked back to him to see him throwing his shirt away toward the sea and then his shorts so he was left in his briefs. I let out a short laugh and got onto my hands and knees, crawling on top of him and pressing him down by his chest.

His lips were on mine in a second though his kisses were much softer and more passionate than I expected if I were honest. His arms slid round my waist and his mouth opened as though begging for my tongue inside. I obliged of course and deepened the kiss, my knees squeezed his sides gently and my hands stroked at the stubble along the top of his neck and jaw to his face. I sucked gently at his tongue to make his groan. His hands wondered to untie the string keeping my breasts in place, the bikini top fell into him and then his hands moved to my bottoms. He tossed them away and whined into my mouth as he pressed his clothed dick between my legs.

I pressed my mouth firmly to his for a moment before pulling back to look between us and pull his briefs off his legs and to the sand. His hands were already pulling me back down via the back of my neck making me breath out a laugh and kiss at his lips until they were swollen and parted.

My hand stroked the length of his cock a few times to make sure he was ready but it was pretty obvious by now that he was more than ready.

I guided him inside me easily, letting out a relieved moan as he filled me inch by inch. He groaned and rocked his hips gently, his eyes closed and head falling back so our lips detached. I let out a hot breath and pressed against his chest, lifting myself up and bouncing slowly on his lap. I could see the sun starting to hide behind the softly crashing waves and the warm breeze skimmed over the both of us while we moved as one.

I could feel him pulsate inside me as his lashes fluttered against the apples of his cheeks and his swelled lips stayed parted to let out broken breaths of air. I tightened around him every few thrusts to watch his brows pull together. I smiled a lazy seeming smile as I rubbed my thumb in little circles on his sweat glazed chest.

"See? Told you...you'd...like it" I murmured breathlessly and he let out a chuckle and thrusted his hips up.

"mm love it" He whined and I grinned, moving a little faster so that my lower tummy began to twist pleasantly. His hands pulled at my hips to angle them differently, this position caused his tip to brush my spot and my hips to stutter before moving with more need.

He grunted and let out mumbled moans as he moved with more force. My hand fell forward to his side, landing in the sand instead of the blanket making me groan but clutch at the surface regardless. I could feel each grain brush between my fingers as the soft smack of his balls against my filled the air between our mix of panting.

I groaned when I felt my clit tingle and crave for attention. I dropped my spared hand down to where I needed and put my fingertips to use. I felt myself flutter around him and in response heard him let out a low moan. He squeezed my hips and rolled us over so he was on top.

"Klaus!" I whisper yelled when he pushed me into the sand, it all sticking to the pair of us.

"we'll sort it later" he muttered as he thrust his hips with more control and power. His pace quickened and his grip on my hips tightened as did I.

"Oh god" I whispered with a whimper. His face dropped to the side of my face, his soft lips pressing light kisses against my cheek and neck as I felt myself flood with warmth. I kept sliding my fingers over my clit, faster and faster until I felt that I couldn't stop. My sounds became a blur along with my vision as I listened to his encouraging whispers to let go.

"Fuck Nik, please-" I whined and he kissed my lips harshly. I let out a series of gasps when I felt him slam into my spot repeatedly, the heat from the air, the sand and our bodies all seemed to merge as I felt that powerful sensation rush through me and down my thighs as I let out a surprisingly loud cry of pleasure.

My hand slid out against the sand as my body went limp, legs falling to my sides and my face pressed into his chest. His breathing was heavy as thick ropes of cum shot into me without warning. My eyes were closed and I groaned slowly, my thighs trembled gently for a moment before I relaxed fully beneath him.

I could feel his warm hands cup my face and I slowly opened my eyes, smiling up at him as he kissed my lips softly.

“Thank you” I whispered and he chuckled softly

“It was your gift sweetheart, I should be thanking you” he corrected but I shook my head

“You did more” I whispered as he moves his hands under my back and lifted me up making me huff when sand fell from my hair.

“I really didn’t love but it’s sweet that you think so” he teased and I rolled my eyes

“Doesn’t matter” I mumbled and he smiled, holding me close making me wrap my arms around him.

We stayed on the beach for a while, trying to get as much sand off me as possible before getting up and trying to find out clothes.

Eventually we got back to the villa, everyone was in the pool and our food was sat waiting on the side making me smile as we took our plates to our room.

The rest of the week went perfectly and once we returned home we lasted another 3 full days before a major argument broke out and the longing for a holiday was back.

[mr-spotatohead]

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Welcome Home x GN!Reader

Words: 2,502

|Contains: Slight horror.|

Synopsis: You are the only neighbor in the neighborhood who is made of porcelain. You work in shoe-making. And unfortunately you have a giant paranoia. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that you sometimes accidentally break because of it. So everybody is careful with you. And you woke up this day, thinking it was going to be normal and fun. But you saw something you weren't supposed to see. And it had nothing to do with your paranoia.

"Good morning everyone! Today is a beautiful day to get up. It's half past seven in the morning, with the sun lighting up the neighborhood!" Said the broadcaster with a happy and loud voice.

You are freshly up and in a ready mood to get down to business. But first, daily chores. Taking bouncy steps to the window, you unlocked the lock and quickly took in the view. It was beautiful, as always. Your eyes glanced at the watering can next to your window, you picked it up knowing there was still liquid inside. "And here's your breakfast!" You joked, turning the watering can over the flowers on your window.

You mumbled along with the music that started playing from your home radio, next to your armchair. With a bounce in your step, you went to your workbench and tidied it up since yesterday you left it cluttered with shoe sketches. Working on creating shoes was exciting but time consuming. But the end result was one to be very proud of.

Ohh, speaking of shoes, you remembered. You bent down to retrieve a pair of shoes from under the workbench, one that you finally finished. "Oh, Sally will be so happy to know." You took the finished shoes to the kitchen table. It was a pair of well-decorated red shoes made from the finest fabric. You remember Sally asked you once that she needed a new pair and even joked that she would order new ones from you. Ah, little does she know that you are going to give her these new ones as a gift.

Finishing the little daily cleaning around the cozy little house that you adore, you noticed through the open windows that some people have already started to leave their houses and go about their daily routines. You saw Frank with some gear walking along the colorful tile path. Taking a hand off the broom you happily waved at him, not expecting a response.

Surprisingly, he spotted you and responded by nodding his head once, continuing on his way. Well, that day seemed like a day you would have fun!… Suddenly snapping you out of your thoughts, your cable phone rang. Leaving the broom resting beside the table, you walked happily over to the phone, curiosity on your face. Picking up the phone you asked. "Hey oho, this is (Name)." "(NAME)!! Good morning!!" You smiled big hearing your best friend's voice. "Sally! Good morning, what do I owe you the pleasure?" You joked with a big smile on your face. You heard Sally's giggle from the other end, knowing you're playing formal with her when you don't have to. "Oh my stars, I have to tell you this news now! Like NOW." You laughed with your hand over your mouth, shaking your head you leaned against the telephone table. "Really, is that why you decided to call instead of visiting me?" You joked knowing that you live between Sally and Poppy's houses. "Uuuh, well look out the window." Sally said, her voice farthest from the phone. You were confused, but when you looked to the side, a smile soon rose on your face. Sally was at her house, at the window waving at you. You laughed with your eyes closed seeing that her phone cord didn't reach the window properly, so she had her arm outstretched holding the phone. "Hah, my. What would be important and urgent, Sally?" You asked and Sally quickly walked back to where the phone wasn't stretched out. Out of sight. "Guess what? Guess what!" Sally excitedly asked you, you chuckled. "Hm, you decided not to set your sets on 'fire' anymore." Sally started to say no, but then paused as she processed what you said. The line was silent until Sally broke the silence with an "Uhh, no… But it's something similar like that!"

"Similar? Oh my, you didn't decide to set the characters on 'fire' did you?" Sally gasped in mock offence. "How dare you think that of me? I'm almost flattered!" Laughter was shared between the two. "But listen." Sally got your attention after the giggles. "I finally finished the script for my new scene!" Sally told you the surprise and you quickly congratulated her happily. You remember that you helped her with some parts. This was very important to her. You're happy for her. "Ah, can you come by the house later? I want to show you in person!" Sally asked you with enthusiasm and you agreed with the same level of happiness. "Of course! I'm happy to hear your story. Maybe even act it out?" The two of you chatted until you agreed that you still had things to do. Returning the phone to the hook, you smilingly celebrated your best friend's work, and were even excited to take along the newly made shoes for her, Sally would be so happy! While you were celebrating, you heard knocking on your door. Observing your colorful door, you decided to go to it and open it, assuming it would be the mailman Eddie, since that was the normal time he appeared.

Opening the door, you saw a package on your porch floor, addressed to you. You instantly recognized that the package contained the new faux leathers for shoe making. Smiling when seeing the order. You looked at Eddie the mailman closing your mailbox after putting some letters in. Eddie saw you standing in the doorway and decided to say hello. You happily bent down and took the box in hand, lifting one up to wave at Eddie. Thanking him for the delivery. He smiled, tipping his hat slightly. He soon left as he had more deliveries. You saw that you had letters in your mailbox and decided to leave your door open. Entering the house to leave the heavy package on the table. You took off your fluffy slippers and put on your normal shoes to go outside. Passing by your porch, you went down the stairs and walked to the mailbox, lifting the tiny door you observed some letters inside. You heard some steps near you, taking the letters in hand, you looked to the side and saw none other than Wally. He stopped walking and looked at you. Noticing the presence of the puppet, you soon smiled greeting him. "Oh. Greetings, Wally!" You raised your unoccupied hand to wave at him. The puppet looked down at your hands full of letters and softened his gaze. "Good morning, (Name)." Wally greeted you with a nod of the head. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" He said taking his eyes off you, looking straight ahead. You looked where he was looking and saw the blue sky with the sun illuminating the place, at the end of the tiled road there was Julie, throwing a pebble on the ground. "Yup, perfect for relaxing, playing or just reading a book in general." You smiled placing your other hand on the letters. You heard the man in blue hummed in agreement. At the end of the road Julie ended up getting your attention with a very aggressive wave of her hands.

Someone was excited. You chuckled, greeting her with a calmer wave. Wally said goodbye and continued on his way, going to Julie. You watched the two puppets at the end of the street start talking, Julie making a lot of movements as she spoke, and the other one stayed in the same place, moving only his head. Smiling you looked down at your hands, happy to see some colorful letters. You took one last look inside the mailbox, and a quick glance. Out of the corner of your eyes. You looked straight at Wally's house.

. . .

Why did you do that?

. . .

You froze.

You stopped your gaze at the tree behind Poppy's house. But that wasn't what made your fragile heart stop.

Moving your eyes to Wally's house, Home. You thought you saw things. You thought your imagination was playing tricks on you. That what you saw at a glance was a mistake.

But stopping your eyes at the window on the side of Wally's house... You can say that the world has stopped. That the silence was so great that it seemed deafening. You inadvertently twitched your hand with a quick movement, not even realizing that your letters were all on the floor now.

You twiched your eye, not realizing the shock this gave you. As soon as you got back to thinking. You withdrew your gaze from the house and looked across to where Wally was. He was there. Quietly talking to Julie.

How? How? How??? You saw it! You saw it! Wally was inside the house staring at you. It wasn't Wally, was it? It wasn't possible. It wasn't possible. You saw two Wally's. You ARE seeing two Wally's! Looking at the red house and between the end of the street you just couldn't stand to be out there. It was too much for you. Running inside, you closed the door and leaned against the wall beside it. Covering your mouth with your hands, you felt out of breath. Breathless. That earlier radio that hummed upbeat songs was now nothing more than static. It was too much. You had your paranoia. You knew some things were too good, you scare easily, yes. It's complicated on your part, but you always had good friends. That they were careful and knew that you were very easily startled. That you thought too much about certain things, like unusual noises. And you knew your 'Wally' paranoia. You knew he also had a specific way about him, everyone knew. But for some reason sometimes you couldn't swallow some things related to him. And now what you saw outside has left you in complete despair. Wally has always been a good neighbor and friend. It made no sense that you would feel that way about him. That something bad, really bad was happening. Just like everyone else, Wally was there for you anything you needed. Same thing with others. So with a few silent minutes, you managed to regain some of your focus, and changed your way of thinking. It was a mistake. It was definitely an error that you saw something that wasn't there. With a shaky sigh you opened the door quickly, mentally regretting it. But when you looked at the house, there was nothing there. Would that be a good sign or definitely something to be concerned about? Because if you accidentally mistook for something, then something must be there. But there was nothing. Looking at the end of the road, you also saw no one. Not Julie, not Wally, nobody. Frowning with wide eyes, you looked at the ground in front of your house. Spotting all the papers and letters scattered across the floor. With the frown that remained on your face. You cautiously left your house. Going to the mess you made. Pausing by the mailbox, you sighed shakily, watching the floor. With your eyes starting to fill with liquid you raised your hands to your face. Why are you so paranoid that you torture yourself? "Hello, neighbor."

. . .

In pauses, you lifted your head forward. Slowly, you turned your head to the side, still leaving your hands in the same place. Your eyes stopped to see none other than… Wally. You couldn't figure it out if you stared at him with wide eyes for more than five minutes. But you know he cut the silence by saying "Oh, what's with that face? You look like you've seen a ghost." He said with a smile on his face. You know he's just kidding, but it still makes you unwilling to act. Turning your head to the side, you look at the ground. "You have no idea." At this point, you don't know if you want to communicate about what you were going through, you didn't want to be there.

Suddenly a hand touches your shoulder. You don't react. Just look at it. Wally looks at you more closely, his eyes were half open, his monotone voice was… strange. It wasn't the same as earlier. "What's the matter, neighbor? You don't normally frown." You pause. Really thinking about telling him what you saw.

"I…" You open your mouth, and without much thought you tell Wally what you saw, and how it affected you. You didn't want that. "I saw. Two of you. I saw you with Julie. But I saw someone at your house. You? I…I-I don't know what to think. I know I think too much, I see things that aren't there because of this and it's messing with me- I-." Suddenly you feel a hand on your cheek, you stop talking to look at the man in blue beside you. Wally leaned in close and looked at your cheek. You stood still. "Hm, you cracked again." Wally said watching the tiny cracks made in your porcelain skin, you didn't even notice. He took his hand off the crack and took your hands in his. "At my house, you say? Hm." He thought humming. You just watched him. "Would you be calmer if I showed you that there's nothing there? That maybe there was a misunderstanding?" Wally proposed this idea calmly, raising your hands together with his. "I…I think…" You thought about it for a moment. There was Wally again. Being friendly and welcoming. How could you think that Wally had something bad going on? The same continued to speak. "And I can't leave you here with a crack without anyone either. It wouldn't be very neighborly of me." Wally said with a friendly smile on his face, his eyes still half open. "I suppose…" You commented quietly, a smile slipping slightly. Now a little quieter and not as hectic as before. Wally noticed this. "Oh, there you are." He commented watching your smile form. "You look so much better with a smile, neighbor." Wally complimented you, you laughed weakly and low. "Now, should we go?" He offered you his hand, you rubbed your hand over your eye, still uncertain from the fact of what you actually saw, but Wally's behavior made you a little calmer, so you got a little bit of courage to go along. Taking his hand. "That crack isn't going to heal on its own. Luckily I always have some glue, just in case." Wally said in his monotone voice, even though he had a smile on his face. He walked with you. To his house. Where you had seen things.

. . .

At the other end of the sidewalk, where Julie and Wally were last, there was a catch. Something you haven't seen. It was the fact that Julie and Wally were still talking, but they went to Julie's garden to talk and see the spring flowers.

. . .

It was simple to say that you walked on your own to something you weren't going to get back.

-Wooah, I had this idea in the middle of nowhere. And I enjoyed writing it. Despite the ending. :) Idk if I'm going to start a series with this theme, I kinda like it-

[done-with-the-shit]

It's too late...

Dazai x Depressed Reader

When it comes to posts with this title people usually write headcanons or oneshots about how Dazai treats Reader, and how he helps them with their problems. But I was thinking.. What if he is too late to realize what's going on? I know that he is very intelligent and good at analyzing others behavior but still! What if he didn't..? What if Reader just had enough of everything and decided to end it all? And most importantly.. What if Dazai was too late to stop them?

Anime: Bungou Stray Dogs

Characters: Dazai Osamu

Warnings: Mentions of Depression and Suicide

Note: GN!Reader

It was a cold rainy night. You were in your apartment looking out the window, listening to the rain pouring outside. Such a scenery had always calmed you down during the hard times but not today.. This time you were over it... you were done.

You couldn't take all the arguments with your family, all the fake friends who did nothing more than use you. You couldn't keep up with your work because your mind was always all over the place.. and the worst part? There were a few people who deeply cared about you but you couldn't ask them for help. You didn't want to be a burden to them.. you didn't want to bother them with your sad story.. So you had decided to end it all. After all this would end everyone's problems right? If you were gone everyone else would be happier right?

Well it didn't matter anymore because you had made your choice already. And there you were.. laying one the floor in your bedroom. A half empty bottle of pills next to you.

At first you felt nothing.. as a little time passed you started to get dizzy. Your eyes got blurry and you felt your legs giving up making you fall on the ground. And so you laid there.. taking your last breath as you heard it, the unlocking of the front door..

As Dazai entered your shared apartment he took off his shoes and coat, and walked to the living room expecting to see you there. However you weren't.. He called your name but there was no response. At first he thought that you were asleep in your shared bedroom but that thought was quickly forgotten when he saw you through the open bedroom door.

As soon as he saw you he ran towards you. He immediately took you in his arms and started calling out your name. Tears were running down his face as he held you closer begging you to wake up. He wished this all was just a sick joke or an awful nightmare from which he will wake up and see you alive but it wasn't.. you were gone and laying lifeless in his trembling hands.

He didn't know why you did it.. you never told him that something was bothering you.. you never said a thing. But what broke his heart was the fact that he didn't realize it on his own.. He thought that it was his fault!

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[lovergiirlsblog]

Deep end

Summary: Y/N who’s struggling with infertility started to distance herself from Mason. How will the Chelsea boy react ? Will they work It out in the end, or have they already fallen into the deep end ?

Warnings: Mention of infertility, a lot of angst

Note: This made feel so emotional. Hope you like it. Also I might make a part 2 of it.

Please listen to this song while reading

Negative.

Once again, negative.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror: red rims around my puffy,bloodshot eyes , rosy nose and cheeks. I’ve been crying for an hour now. I sighed and unlocked the bathroom door after throwing the pregnancy test in the bin. Mason and I have been trying to have a baby for a year now but every single test we did turned negative. And I’d be lying if I say that this whole situation hasn’t affected our relationship . We’re not who we used to be, and I don’t know if we can ever go back to the couple that we used to be.

I grabbed my phone to find a text from Mason.

From Mason:

Stacey is home. I invited her and the whole family :)

To Mason:

Of course. I’ll prepare dinner.

I no longer tell him about the test results. It’s something that I’ve decided because what’s the point of telling someone over and over again that he won’t be a father?That he won’t have a kid to teach how to play football. He always plays tough when he’s around me but I know it’s killing him too. I,once,heard him gasp from crying when he thought he was alone at home. And honestly,I don’t want him to be torn every time. I kept the grief to myself.

When Mason is around I always try to act occupied with work or sleep early just to avoid him. I don’t know why but I often find myself refusing his sex offers,thankfully he was understanding and never forced me to do something that I don’t want to.To me making love isn’t about having fun with the man you love anymore, it’s just a procedure to get pregnant… but will always end with disappointment.

Sometimes I look at him and think: Won’t he be happier with someone else ? Won’t someone else give him what he needs whenever he wants to ?

“Hi” he whispered when he walked in the kitchen.Hi, good morning, good night is all that we say to each other lately. “Hi” i greeted him without making eye contact. I can’t look at him. His eyes remind me of my failure. Uncomfortable silence filled the room. How the hell did we turn into strangers that live together? “ I, um, I’ll be upstairs. They should be here in an hour” he mumbled awkwardly,scratching the back of his head. I nodded and watched him disappear upstairs. I finished dinner and changed minutes before the doorbell rang. When I went back downstairs I found Mason opening the door. Summer,Poppy and Harley jogged towards him and wrapped their tiny arms around his legs. He lifted them one by one to plant a kiss on their cheeks.

“Aren’t you going to greet us Y/N” I didn’t realise that I was staring at Mason and the kids when Lewis joked. I hugged him tightly and explained” I’m sorry. I blacked out. Hello everyone please come in” I squeezed all of them and we all went to the living room. I grabbed some drinks and snacks and sat next to Mason who had Summer on his lap. They were both laughing. Every laugh breaks my heart a little bit more.

“ Since you’re home now,will you come to Stamford bridge and watch me play ?” He addressed to Stacy who was wiping Poppy’a mouth with a napkin. His arm wrapped around my shoulder-just like the old days- and it’s the first physical touch we had in a while. I didn’t push his arm away actually, it was the first time that I feel comfortable with him touching me. Maybe because we weren’t alone?

“Of course I’ll come to watch my baby brother”

An hour later,I,with the help of Lewis and Stacey,set up the dinner table. And we started eating.

“So how are you two,love birds?” Mine and Mason’s gaze landed on Stacey and we both faked a smile “We’re okay” we said at the same time.

“Are you staying in England for a long time ?” I tried to have a conversation with her to break the awkward silence and be a good host.

“I’ll leave right after New Year’s Eve. By the way the food is so delicious.”

“I know right. She makes the best food. Mason is a lucky bastard.” Lewis quipped.

“I know I am“ I glanced at him and frowned my eyebrows.

“Thank you guys.I’m glad you liked it”

The kids finished first and wanted to play with Mason while Debbie insisted that she will clean the table. We watched as Summer covered Mason’s eyes from behind and innocently asked him to guess who’s behind him. “Um.. I’m not sure.Is it Lewis?” He played along making them giggle so hard “ No.Uncle Mase it’s me Summer”.

I found myself smiling so big, but I looked away when my eyes met his.

“He’s so good with kids. I’m sure he’ll make a great father one day.” Stacey rested her head on my shoulder”Are you considering having kids ?” I looked down at her,her gaze was still on Mason and the kids.

“I-I can’t-“ I didn’t know what to say but thankfully Jasmine unintentionally saved me “ Can we go home ? I’m so tired and sleepy”. We said our goodbyes and they immediately went home leaving us alone,again. After closing the door,Mason approached me ,wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close without any warning. “Mason-“ I tried to gently push him away “Mason please”. He stopped and looked in my eyes. His eyes were full of hurt and devastation. “I can’t even hug you now ? Great. That’s great!” He laughed in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you tell your family ?” I ignored his sentence.

“ tell them what ?” He frowned.

“ That I can’t conceive.. that I can’t give them what they want. That I can’t give YOU what you want” my voice cracked.

“ Why do they need to know ? » he sighed « We’re young Y/N and we can always try again if that’s what you really want.I still have hope.”

“Hope?” I laughed “Hope is the most devastating thing. Hope is cruel.”

Would I be this shattered if I didn’t have hope ?

“ Kids aren’t what I want anymore. You know what I badly want ? I want my wife back. Yes I would be happy if we had a child but I would be happier if i still had the old Y/N.Whoever is standing in front of me right now isn’t the girl that I loved. I feel like I don’t know you anymore Y/N. Are we together just to have kids ? What about love ? What about you and I Y/N ?” He ran a hand through is hair” how did we end up like this ?” His voice was full of hurt. I looked down at my feet and mumbled”The girl that you loved won’t come back. I’m sorry.” I stared off into the distance,trying so hard to hold back my tears.

“That’s all you got huh ? I want to help you Y/N, but you keep pushing me away. Do you think I didn’t notice you crying in the bathroom whenever you think I’m asleep ? I didn’t want to force you into talking about it I wanted you to willingly open up to me so we can work it out together but you never did. And I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sick of you treating me like a stranger.”

He shouted,fist pushing the wall and walked out of the house leaving me sobbing with my head in my hands. Of course he’ll get sick of this. But he’ll never understand how worthless I feel when he slightly touches me. I don’t know why he has never lost hope or why he has never given up on me.

Four hours passed since he left and I was starting to worry. Has something bad happened to him ?

To Declan:

Hi sorry for bothering you but I wonder is Mason at yours ?

From Declan:

No he’s not here. Is everything alright ?

To Declan:

Yes. Don’t worry. Good night Dec !

I put my phone on the sofa when I heard the sound of keys in front of the door and rushed to open it and reveal a very drunk Mason leaning on Ben. His eyes were so tipsy, I’ve never seen him this drunk before. After putting him on the bed and going back downstairs Ben stated” Look Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on between you both but Mason isn’t okay at all. He has been playing like shit lately if you haven’t realised it yet. Also he usually never drinks when we have training the next day but look at him now.. Potter is going to scold him so bad tomorrow” I bit my nails titling my head down and nodding “I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry Ben. Thanks for telling me”

I grabbed a glass of water,and walked to the bedroom where he was laying on his back and staring at the ceiling “Here drink this it might help” I handed him the cup.”Y/N?” He called”Why don’t you love me anymore ?” His words hit me like knives,straight in the heart.Did I really cause all this damage? He doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. He deserves so much better. So much better“ I still love you”

He chuckled taking a sip from the cup of water “weird way of showing it” I helped him take off his shoes and change into something more comfortable. “You need to rest Mason. We’ll have this conversation tomorrow when you’re sober enough”

“You don’t even look into my eyes when I’m sober enough” he wiped his eyes” I’m trying to help you heal Y/N. I can’t lose you. If you need space I’ll give it to you, just please don’t leave me” his voice became weaker and weaker as he shut his eyes. His soft snores were heard minutes later. I pulled the blanket to his chest and pushed the hair that fell on his sweaty forehead. “I’m so sorry for burning us down” a tear fell from my eyes and landed on his cheek.

I put my luggage in my car as soon as the sun rose and left a letter on the nightstand next to Mason.

Dear Mason,

I’m sorry I left without telling you. But it’s honesty what I needed. I wanted space so I can figure out our future together. Unfortunately, I couldn’t accept the fact that I am infertile, and it makes me feel less of a woman and I’m deeply sorry for treating you that way, I let my selfishness take the best of me. Every time that you try to get closer, I get flashbacks of how I felt the last time that we tried and had a negative result. You, my dear Mason, are the most important person in my life and I can’t thank you enough for trying to help me but no one can help me except myself in this situation. I promise I’ll be back weather as the old Y/N that you knew or with divorce papers. You don’t deserve to go through this Mason,so if I will still feel the same, I’m afraid I’ll let you go. You can be happy with someone else and start a family. Until then, I love you more than life. Please try to understand and don’t be mad.

PS: I left some painkillers on the nightstand x

Yours sincerely,Y/N.

[willowrites]

So, a few years ago I broke up with this guy that I dated for a long time when I was younger and I'm starting to think about dating again now. My biggest celebrity crush at the moment is Austin Butler and someday I had a silly thought about how good would be if my next bf had his looks, lol. But it gave me this idea to come here to ask if you could write something like that, the reader finding out a new and more mature love with Austin and really falling hard for him! :)

treasure

PAIRINGS. austin x reader

SUMMARY. what you thought was going to be a normal day out in LA turned out to be a life changing one with a good looking turnout …

TROPE. friends to lovers

WARNINGS. nothing, just some joking around and fluff!

Today will be a great day.

You told yourself.

You didn’t feel like sulking anymore. You wanted to be happy for you. You deserved it and you knew that.

You wanted to forget every fucked up thing that you experienced in your life because it’s a new beginning for you.

As Sharpay Evans said, “Out with the old and in with the new.”

You grabbed your tote that had all your essentials as well as your car keys and went out the door of your apartment.

You reached your car unlock it and climb in.

Once you got settled in you took time to figure out what you wanted to busy yourself with today.

There was going to see a movie which for once you didn't mind seeing alone, just going to get food and eating it in a park, going to a museum or a place of attraction, and of course shopping and like any other person that likes spending money; you went with the last option.

You drove yourself to a spot you knew in downtown LA. Not where everyone was usually at but more north. You found a parking space and paid your time on the meter before walking down.

You did some shopping finding some things that you knew you actually might enjoy wearing and bought them.

You tried things on seeing if this time you were going to get out of your comfort zone for some you could see yourself wearing them and for others, you decided maybe next time would be the time.

Once you agreed with yourself that you were done shopping you decided why not go to the main part of LA. You thought you could give it a try.

You wanted to walk on the stars and try to find some of your favorite celebrities.

You chose a parking meter next to a Starbucks so that afterward you can grab a quick drink before you headed back home.

You started walking down the walk of fame mentally calling out the different celebrities you knew like Frank Sinatra, Dolly Parton, Micheal Jackson, and The Beatles.

You stopped at this cute antique store more down towards the main area everyone was at and you decided to go in to see if you wanted to buy anything interesting.

You saw a phone shaped like a banana which seemed really cool but you didn’t know if you should buy it.

Then you saw some plates that were shaped and looked like music discs. You went ahead and grabbed those feeling like they belonged with you.

Then from the corner of your eye, your eyes landed on a transparent glass treasure chest the size of a toaster that you thought could be used as a little planter for plants.

You walked towards it and just as you were about to have your hands on it, a blond tall guy stepped in front of you separating you and the vintage trinket.

Shit.

You said to yourself. You knew you didn’t have the right to be upset at this guy but you couldn’t help it.

Loser.

You pretended to be interested in other things that were placed next to it but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the chest.

“Cool huh?” You heard the boy speak, or should you say man because his voice was deep and heavenly to hear.

You sensed a southern drawl which you were surprised to hear since this was LA.

“Mhm.” You couldn’t help but murmur. No way was this treasure chest stealer trying to talk to you.

You chose not to look up because you didn’t want to be more bummed.

“What you have there?” The man says.

Oh my god. He’s going to go ahead and rub it in my face.

“None of your business.” You turned to him. You lost your breath.

You didn’t expect the treasure chest stealer to look as attractive as his voice. This man was…god.

Let’s just say he can do anything to me.

Except steak my antique.

You looked at the chest and the price tag. $110

Yeah also a reason why you don’t shop in LA.

You walked right past the mystery man taking your decorative plates. You checked out and started speed walking back toward where you parked.

You slowed down feeling a bit tired and needing a Starbucks drink.

You took sight of the Starbucks and while you were just about to head inside you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Being easily surprised you let out a tiny yelp and turned around to check where the tap came from clutching your plates like they were your child.

You had been happy because of your future Starbucks drink that you could nearly taste until your eyes met with newly familiar blue ones.

“Hi.” The blonde greeted.

Oh, you have to be kidding. He didn’t have enough 'rubbing it in my face' time back at the shop??

“Uh..hi.” You looked towards him feeling shyness takeover. The more you looked at him the more you recognized him and you’re not sure why.

“Look, um you seemed upset back there at the antique shop, and look I didn’t mean to like steal the antique from you I swear I just saw it and- and I thought like “Oh this looks cool!” And then yeah I saw you and you were looking at the other antique so I was like cool and then I noticed you were upset but not until you were out the door and I’m probably rambling but um..” This man can talk forever. You found it quite cute how he was talking really fast.

You were so focused on admiring his face that you didn’t notice what he was holding out.

“Here.” He said.

Your eyes landed on the transparent chest.

“Oh…no I can’t take this. Um sorry I didn’t mean to come off as rude I just saw it and- you know what it’s okay haha.” You were nervous now. He made you nervous. “I- um you keep it trust me you probably could use it more than I can.”

“You wanted it.” He replied.

“I did.” You admitted.

“Then keep it.” He insisted pushing the chest more in my direction.

“No, I’m okay you keep it you liked it.” You smiled politely.

“You liked it first.” This guy…

“I don’t have the money for it.” You were shy to admit that but it was true.

“Free.”

WHAT?

“No.” You rejected. Absolutely not. You wanted to feel independent and it started here. “It’s 110 dollars there’s no way. Um, have a nice day.” You walked into Starbucks.

What is this man doing to you?

You heard the door open. Please don’t be that gorgeous man. Please.

“Listen.” Fuck. “I want you to have it. You looked like you really wanted it so here take it.”

Then it hit you.

“Oh my god.” You tried to mask the shock that was written on your face.

This gorgeous man, his southern accent…he played Elvis.

Holy shit.

“What?” He was confused looking at himself to see if he had anything that was weird on him.

“Oh- uh uh nothing nothing.” You shrugged off. Let me just take it but this man a drink and leave. “I’ll take it only if I can treat you to a drink from here.”

He smiled. His smile was so…fuck what the fuck am I saying? “Okay and if you buy me a drink can I take you out to dinner?”

You gulped. Really loud you swear he heard.

“Um like a quick McDonald’s or…” You laughed nervously. You refused to believe this gorgeous man wanted to take you out.

He laughed. The sound was heavenly.

“No…like a nice dinner. Formal if you will.” He was searching my face for any reaction but I felt like my mouth was just open jaw dropped.

“Oh…” Did you want to? You asked yourself.

Your relationship ended not that long ago and even though you thought it was for the best you couldn’t help but feel an ache.

“If not that’s totally okay I’m sorry to have bothered you. I just, you’re really beautiful and quite funny and- and I just wanted to ask really quick. But feel free to just tell me to fuck off.” He was holding the chest so tight, there was anxiety written all over his face.

Maybe…just maybe you could do it. You didn’t want to nope around forever.

“Okay.”

6 months later

You and Austin had been talking for a few months now. Almost 6.

It’s been great. You haven’t kissed yet but honestly, you didn’t care. It feels like you guys have that intimacy when you two get to know each other.

Today he asked you over to his house. You’ve never been but you were excited. You got dressed not thinking too much about your outfit but still putting in effort.

You heard your phone ping from the kitchen of your apartment.

You ran towards it sliding on the floor with your socks before taking hold of the electronic.

austin 🤍

now

hey beautiful, im 10 minutes away can’t wait to see you

You thought you’d pass out then and there.

You quickly typed a text back.

austin 🤍

now

hi handsome okayyy ill be waiting

You set down your phone and made sure you had everything you needed.

Keys? Check. Purse? Check. Phone? Check.

Once you finally made sure you had everything you needed you made it out the door so that you could go outside and wait for him.

You finally saw his car pull up in front of your building and you practically sprinted towards it.

He got out of the car before you made it and started to open the door. He went to grab something from the seat and all of a sudden he was holding out a bouquet of assorted flowers.

It had as you saw, roses, baby breaths, tulips, and some flowers you didn't recognize.

You never received flowers before. Not even from your boyfriend...and he was your boyfriend.

"For ...me?" You said confused.

"Of course love." He handed them to you. You took them delicately with a big smile on your face.

"Thank you. I've never...I've never received flowers before." You scanned your eyes over the bouquet trying to remember every single detail about it.

"I'm glad to finally treat you how you deserve." He replies to your statement guiding you into the passenger seat of his car. Hearing that sentence would make you think he was your boyfriend.

It was a 20-minute drive to his house. The whole time you two were just talking and listening to the music in the background.

When Austin entered a gated community filled with luxurious architects. The houses were huge. Acres were separating the properties. Each mansion had its privacy. There were trees surrounding everything. This seemed surreal. Nature everywhere. Nothing modern. Just nature.

Finally, after the journey, Austin pulled up to what you assumed was his house.

It was beautiful. The architect needs a raise because wow.

"It's beautiful." You said.

"Thank you. I designed it myself." He confessed.

To say you're shocked wouldn't have been the truth. You knew Austin was capable of something like that.

He parked right outside the door and headed to your side of the car opening the door for you. You stepped out thanking him. He nodded with a quick 'of course' and led you towards the front door. He opened the door and stepped in.

You looked around quickly taking in the decor. you could tell it was more of a boho-style decor.

He walked towards the kitchen pulling out a pitcher from the fridge. He wasn't talking much which made you a little nervous.

"H-hey can you um check the mail and tell me what's in the stack."

You nodded. Okay, check the mail I can do that.

You searched through the mail. Nothing caught your eye but one particular piece.

It was marked 'Please read.'

"There's one that's marked please read. Seems urgent." You started to hand him the envelope.

"Can you read it for me?" He asked politely.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Are you sure?"

He nodded and you went ahead and opened it.

It was a piece of notebook paper.

austin 2023

y/n,

this makes me nervous. writing this letter. my hand is getting clammy just thinking about what im about to write. dont be nervous. i bet im the nervous one probably trying to distract myself with other things so i can't see you reading this. but let me get straight to the point of this letter im writing you. we've been hanging out for six months now, i met you six months ago. that day was a great day. actually, the first day i ever did something out of my comfort zone. i asked you out. thank god for you not getting to the treasure chest. even though it feels like it hasn't been that long, i don't want to go another six months without calling you mine. it sounds obsessive but its true. i guess i am a little obsessed with you (not the weird kind of course) id rather complete the year and much more with you by my side and be able to hold you and kiss you soon. so i guess what im trying to ask is, will you be my girlfriend just tell me yes or no, whatever your answer is i respect it.

sincerely yours,

austin

You waited a moment letting it process in your head.

He just asked you to be his girlfriend... Are you ready for this? You asked yourself.

You couldn't ask for a better man than Austin. He treats you right, actually even better than your ex ever did. Things seem more mature and less childish than they used to be.

You smiled down at the letter and looked up.

Austin was extremely focused on pouring the exact amount of whatever drink it was into two cups. He was too cute.

You already knew the answer.

"Yes."

[rieadiary]

GET DOWN | l.jn

bottom!jeno x top!reader

summary ; wherein you were sure that your boyfriend was going to be on time this christmas but he wasn’t, and had a pay a price

warnings ; pegging, subby jeno, begging, strap-ons, toxic families

a/n ; MERRY CHRISTMAS!! my lovelies i’m feeling sm better and i wanted to put this out today because i went on a break for my health, decided to do a bottom male fic bc WHY NOT? edit: okay so this did not come out on christmas SORRY, I had writers block and I wanna apologize about that… hope you guys still enjoy this since it won on the poll!

You finished the icing on the cake as your sister and your mother walked over to you, concerned frowns on your face, “christmas dinner is almost starting and.. jeno’s not here?” Your sister questioned slightly and you sighed, a smile still present on your face, “he said he was on his way” you tried not to grit your teeth as they were only asking in concern.

“This is why I don’t make promises with your father, he never keeps them” your mother tried to joke but it only pissed you off further.

Your sister laughed as the three of you walked over to the table, “but dads here, guess that’s just your boyfriend” now both of them were laughing, spewing slick comments every now and then.

The dinner went just as you assumed, spiteful. Everyone chatted amongst themselves and recalled memories of when they were children and lived together. You even tried to butt in the conversations until your family brought up that you couldn’t keep a man and you always glued your mouth shut, whilst jeno not being here only made their jokes keep coming.

You couldn’t stomach your food and the gifting process wasn’t any better, your eldest brother thought it was funny to by you a strap on since he claimed, “you’ll be needing that since your boyfriend isn’t here for Christmas”

It annoyed you how none of your family considered your feelings, they always joked about how they assumed jeno was catfishing you or was never real and it hurt your feelings but expressing your hurt by crying or yelling would only make it worse.

The dinner ended and everyone went home, nothing but silence now filling your home. You were going to make Jeno practically beg in tears for the embarrassment you were feeling.

You heard the door unlock and the jeno slipped in your home, a big gift in hand and a dressed exceptionally nicely though it was for nothing.

“Baby, I’m so sorry I’m lat— where’s everyone?” He asked looking around and turning on the kitchen lights. You eyed him angrily, sipping on your hot chocolate silently.

“Baby,” jeno sat the gift down, “there was traffic you know I would’ve gotten here earlier if—”

“If what jeno?” You argued, setting your mug down “the jokes, the laughter, the embarrassment, and all because of traffic?” You stated in anger, watching jeno bat his eyes at you in confusion. “What? They made fun of you? Baby you know I live three hours away, I even tried waking up early, I’m sorry”

“That’s how my family is, they make fun of my pain. You’d know that if you showed up to our dinners”

Jeno sheared off his jacket, sitting down near you setting a kiss on your cheek. “I know I’m late like this all the time by there’s nothing more I can do.. baby please, I’m truly sorry” you stared in jeno’s eyes, he was obviously sorry for being late and you understood that he did indeed live three long, far hours away.

“I’m sorry they made fun again, I really wish I could’ve gotten here earlier. Maybe next time I’ll spend the night?”

The idea sparked a light inside of you, that was the perfect idea. That way, he’d already be here and neither one of you had to worry about traffic or embarrassment, though the embarrassment was only a you thing.

“Really? You’d stay with me?” You sat up with a smile, jeno nodded, “of course, I love you and I’d do anything to make you happy”

You hugged him after his affirmative words, pulling back for a quick moment “well, I’d still need something to prove that you’re sorry” you say crossing your arms, glaring at him again.

Jeno frowned, giving you the gift. “I bought you a gift!” He said and you shook your head, “I was supposed to open that awhile ago, I need something else”

“You want head?” Jeno offered, and the offer was tempting but you eyed the strap-on and another tempting idea popped into your mind.

“Nah, I got something else”

“You want to what?” Jeno asked in wide eyes, his mouth ajar.

“I want you to be my little slut, I want you to do whatever I say”

Jeno blinked, leaning back in the couch in contemplation. “Will that really make you feel better cause I could just make you cu—”

“Nope, I want you to beg for me, that will make me feel so much better” you edged closer to jeno, running your hands through his hair, “and you can’t touch me”

“Baby, where is all this coming from?” He asked feeling nervous about the idea, being out of control was not her forte. He liked seeing you beg under him, being rough but gentle in the right places. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, it’s just he didn’t know what exactly was going to happen next.

“Don’t know. Just wanted to try being dominant for once, try new things you know?”

No. Jeno did not know, but for you he considered trying just for you.

Jeno was laid out on the bed and seeing his nerves being frantic made you feel great, a feeling you’ve never felt before.

You crawled on top of him and jeno reached for you but you stopped him, glancing at him. “I’m sorry just— just please be gentle” he pleaded, retreating his arms back to the side of him.

“Don’t worry Jen” you placed a kiss on his lips, “I won’t hurt you, just relax” you reassured with a small smile, Jeno avoided your eyes and you bent down to kiss jeno, the kiss slow and loving, as your hands wandered down his body.

You moved down his body with kisses as he fidgeted, his hands threatening to touch you. You eyed his cock, pre-cum leaking from just you kissing his body, leaving marks was just enough to make him feel good.

“On your stomach” you ordered and jeno hesitated at first, moving onto his stomach nonetheless. “Cmon’ arch up for me” you wanted to chuckle but this wasn’t a funny moment for him, as he immediately did as told you found yourself pulling his cheeks apart, a smirk on your face as you immediately stuck your tongue inside him,

“Baby wait- oh my—” jeno moaned feeling your tongue inside him, his fingers gripping the sheet as pleasure struck inside him. You slowed your tongue down as per jeno’s request, moaning against his hole.

Jeno found himself hiding his noises by hissing and letting out small groans, his eyes closed tightly.

As you worked your tongue inside of him jeno sang praises towards you, groans that slowly mixed into moans quickly but he tried to hide them, suppress them by biting his lips.

“Baby- please, if you keep doing that I-I’ll cum” jeno pleaded in need, and you pulled away from him smirking sinisterly. You fixed yourself as you grabbed lube, spilling up your ‘cock’ as excitement sparked in you knowing this experience was purely under your control.

“Jen, you wanna be on your stomach or back?” You asked sweetly and jeno pulled his head out of the pillow, surprised that you were starting now, that this was happening now. “What? No waiting?” He breathed, his eyes watery from shutting them tightly.

“Waiting for what? You don’t exactly wait when it’s me”

“Baby i— what if it hurts?”

You titled your head at his concern, “want me to finger you? Will that help you feel better?”

“No” he shook his head, “just- slow, do it slow” he said turning on his back to face you. You nodded squirting lube on the strap on again, this time a little less. You aligned yourself with his hole and stuck it in, biting your lip when jeno made a noise of pain and pleasure.

“You okay? Want me to stop?”

Jeno shook his head no. Grabbing at the sheets again. “Move..” he approved softly, his voice weak and soft. You pushed yourself further inside of him and jeno finally let himself go as a loud moan erupt out of his mouth, his back already arching.

“Hmm? Speak to me baby, want me to stop?”

“Move baby please just move..” jeno whimpered out, bucking up accidentally when you followed his requests, filling him up all the way. You slowly started thrusting inside of him, holding his thighs tightly. Jeno’s moans quickly filled the room, his moans slowly becoming more needy and high pitched, “f-faster baby please, I need more” he begged and you smirked, speeding up rather harshly.

This whole idea had been in your mind for years now. The two of you had been in a relationship for three years now and jeno always dominated the relationship most of the time. From the way he pounded you mercifully every time y’all had sex to soft moments like him making you breakfast and buying you promise rings,

But seeing him moan so needy, begging for more and itching to grab at you made something awake inside of you. You wanted to see him like this again, you wanted to make him all messy from his cum like the good boy he was.

“Baby i—” jeno panted, tilting his head up to look at you inside of him, “baby i-i I’m cumming, I’m fu- I’m cumming please, let me please” he begged as a single tear streamed down his face, other tears pooling at his eyes.

“Cum jen, cum all over yourself, make a mess baby” you whispered to jeno who fell back on the bed with a painful moan, tugging on the sheets so roughly they tugged off the bed, as cum spiraled out of his cock onto his stomach he let out loud moans, spewing incoherent words as his climax finish.

For moment after he had finished and you pulled out it was silent, nothing but the sounds of his breathing and the sheets falling off the other sides of the bed. Jeno picked his head up to look at you and felt dizzy, overstimulated by the new experience. “I’m sorry, I can’t- I don’t have any energy” he squeezed out,

You eyed him softly, pondering what he meant. “Hm? What do you mean?” You questioned as he opened his eyes again, staring blissfully at the ceiling, “I can’t please you, I’m too tired” he further explained and you almost laughed at the statement, unsure why he would even think of returning the favor.

“Jen,” you pulled the strap-on off, walking over to him “today was only to punish you, trust me you pleased me enough by seeing you like that”

“Are you sure? We can wait like thirty minutes and I’ll—”

“No. End of discussion, now cmon, I’m gonna start you a bath” you protested as jeno nodded trying to get up but stumbling.

xoxo, riea!

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I See You

Neytiri x Female! Avatar! Reader

Neytiri wakes up to find her new mate is completely unconscious.

Meanwhile, Jake, Norm and the reader are escaping from Quaritch (Grace is already dead here). It's a mix between the final battle, and Grace's death?

I have no idea what I did.

Neytiri woke up with a start, turning to see her mate asleep beside her. Only, something was wrong. Neytiri's ears went back as she realised how deep Y/n's breathing was, slowly shaking her awake. "Ma Y/n, wake up."

No answer.

Fear lodged into Neytiri's throat, panic visibly shown in her eyes as she tried to shake awake her mate. "Ma' Y/n! Wake up! Please!"

Running, Y/n was pushing Jake in his wheelchair forward, Norm and Trudy on either side. Grace, her adoptive mother, was dead, shot by Quaritch. Y/n held a gun at her side as Max unlocked it for them. "Max," Y/n said quickly. "We need someone on the inside, okay?"

Max nodded, giving her a hug before he watched them all leave.

Norm passed masks to Y/n, Trudy and Jake, adding his own. He and Trudy ran ahead to prepare the helicopter, Y/n helping Jake.

"I guess this wasn't how you planned to spend your morning, huh?" He asked in hopes to lighten the mood. Y/n let out a sigh. "No. I was hoping to wake up next to Neytiri today. It is the first day I would've woken up with a mate, and it would've been fun."

"I see," Jake replied. The copter about to fly off, Norm hoisted Jake on and grabbed the wheelchair, Y/n climbing up just as gunshots rang out. She turned her head to see Quaritch taking aim and jumped in the helicopter, Norm dragging her in.

Everyone cheered, except for Y/n, who groaned in pain. Looking down, scarlet liquid contrasted against her s/c hand and began staining her pants. "Shit."

Jake took notice. "Y/n's been hit. Get the trauma kit!"

Norm went to grab the trauma kit with directions from Trudy, and Jake went to put pressure on the wound. Meanwhile all Y/n could think about was her mate.

They flew somewhere safer, to a warehouse/shed where several pods were laid out. Y/n briefly explained that her stepmom had this as a backup plan. Jake and Norm quickly went into their pods, Norm waking up nearby in his avatar and running to get Y/n's human body as Jake woke up in the clan, looking for Neytiri.

"Neytiri!"

The na'vi woman's ears perked up, still afraid for her mate as Jake entered her tent. "Jake, what has happened to Y/n?"

"Her human body has been shot."

Neytiri's eyes filled with panic. She didn't wait for Jake to continue as she grabbed her bow, arrows and called on Seze. Jake tried to continue, but his efforts were proven to be pointless.

"Listen, Trudy, you need to go to Max."

"I can't leave you here alone, Y/n," Trudy said. "I won't."

Sounds of helicopters were around. Trudy frowned as she knew that Y/n was right and she had to go back to Max. No one knew it was her as the pilot. She could work alongside Max and work on the inside until the time was right. Y/n pleaded with her eyes. Trudy scrunched up her face and sighed. "Fine. But try and keep contact."

"Yes ma'am," Y/n joking replied. Trudy gave her a look and flew off, leaving Y/n alone. She limped to the shed, but she heard rapid footsteps. Y/n looked down at her leg, where a bandage had been wrapped, and ultimately decided to run the opposite direction. If they were led away from the shed, Norm and Jake still had a chance to warn the tribe.

She ran through the tall grass, looking at the tall trees in hopes of seeing someone to help.

She was alone.

Running, she dared to look back. Several men had spotted her and were chasing her. Sweat rolled down her back as the ability to breathe became harder, every breath burning her throat, to her lungs.

She heard a flapping overhead, and decided to try and imitate the call Neytiri taught her.

With all the strength she had, as she ran, she called out.

Neytiri heard the call, seeing one of the sky people who said it, and immediately knew who it was. Her mate had made that call, the one Neytiri taught her.

She pulled knocked an arrow and took aim, killing several of the sky people that had guns at her beloved.

However, she still heard a gunshot. Her eyes widened in panic as she got closer.

Y/n couldn't run far with her limp, and was tackled to the floor, a soldier digging his leg into her wounded one. "Sorry, girl, the colonel wants you dead."

Fighting back, the solider was left without a knife and gun from the thrashing and fighting of Y/n, which left him one option.

He ripped off her mask in attempt to grab the collar of her shirt, and punched her back.

Without the mask, Y/n's vision blurred with stars. The lack of oxygen in the air made it near impossible to breathe, even as she tried to reach for the mask which was thrown farther away, and from taking short, rapid breaths as she looked up at the sky, she finally felt her eyes close, and her breathing—stop.

Neytiri, meanwhile, shot down the final soldier, jumping off of Seze and running to her mate. "Ma' Y/n!"

Holding the smaller frame, Neytiri saw the outstretched arm at a mask. The Na'vi woman reached out and grabbed it, positioning it onto her mate's face.

Y/n came to, slowly, bud surely. Adjusting the mask to let in oxygen, she felt herself in the arms of her beloved. Looking up, she smiled, seeing the face of her beloved. "Oel ngati kameie."

Neytiri smiled, "I see you."

Y/n tried to stand, however her leg was bleeding through the bandage, and she was losing a lot of blood. Y/n grunted in pain even as she was gently in her beloved's arms.

Neytiri climbed on Seze, holding on tight to Y/n, "Ma' Y/n, hold on tight to me."

Y/n nodded, wrapping her arms around Neytiri's shoulders as she flew them to the clan.

Blood was trailing down on Seze's wing, and Y/n was sure by now it was either infected, and was extremely close to an artery, which, with her movements the bullets imbedded itself in.

Neytiri was tasked with changing Y/n in more suitable clothes. Norm and Jake watched as Neytiri carefully carried Y/n to the middle of the tree of souls, where her avatar lay.

"It hurts," Neytiri heard her mate mutter. The Na'vi woman's heart tore, kissing her beloved gently. "You won't feel the pain. Not anymore."

Y/n smiled softly, closing her eyes as the prayers were sent, the chanting echoing around her.

Y/n saw Eywa herself, before she felt the familiar rush of transferring her soul from one body to the other, like it had done so many times, only this would be for the final time.

Neytiri was beside her mate, caressing her cheek, and a smile was painted on her lips as her mate's eyes opened.

Y/n was alive, Y/n was breathing.

Y/n was here with Neytiri.

And that's all they wanted. To be with each other.

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Feral Instincts Ch.23

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 870

Warnings: Nothing, really

Stephanie was quiet as Sy drove her and Mike back to the apartment, August having gone ahead. Walter and Geralt were already heading back to the cabin in Walter's truck.

"Al," Sy said, "Do you want to stay with me and the others? Or Mike and Steph? I have room for you."

"Can I…can I stay with Stephanie?" He asked.

"Of course you can, sweety." Stephanie said, still looking out the window as the world went past.

"Good deal." Sy said, "You've moved around a lot the last few years, want you stable now."

"You sure you don't want to stay with your big brother?" She asked.

"Mike is also my big brother." He said, "But I…there's…"

"Too many Alphas in one place in the cabin." Sy said and saw him nod in the rearview mirror, his eyes on his lap. "I getcha."

"Sorry."

"Don't be." He said and Stephanie reached over from her place in the passenger's seat, taking his hand and lacing their fingers. "Doll, August--"

"Not now." She said and he sighed.

"Okay." He said, squeezing her hand. The rest of the trip was made in silence and they pulled up outside of the building, seeing August's SUV out front already in a slanted street parking spot.

"Albert, we'll have to get you clothes of your own and we can go grocery shopping at some point if you want." Stephanie said as they got out of the truck.

"We're about the same size, I can loan you some stuff in the meantime." Mike said and he nodded.

They walked into the building, Sy bringing up the rear, and she paused slightly when she saw August waiting for them outside of the unit, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Didn't want to let myself in." He said when they approached. She didn't say anything, digging her keys out of her pocket and unlocking the door, pushing it open.

"Albert, the spare bedroom will be yours, it's through there." She said pointing.

"I get my own room? With a bed?" He asked.

"Of course you do, sweety." She said and he gave her a smile, heading to the spare bedroom, flopping down onto the bed with his arms spread and making her smile.

"Steph." August said.

"Sweety, make a list of foods you want and we'll get them the next time we go grocery shopping." She said.

"I'm good with just about anything."

"You still have to have some favorite snacks or something. Let me know and I can pick it up."

"Thank you."

"Of course."

"Stephanie." August said but she kept ignoring him.

"Now, I am completely out of spoons, so I need to nap for a couple hours." She said, "Wake me if anything happens." August crossed the room, grabbing her arm as she went to go into the bedroom and turning her around.

"Don't ignore me, Stephanie."

"Read the fucking room, August." She said, glaring up at him.

"Walker…" Sy started.

"No." August said, pointing a finger at him. "I'm not going to apologize or be made to feel ashamed about what I do."

"What you do?" Stephanie asked, "I once made a joke about how you might be a porn star, that you should never apologize for or be ashamed about. But you aren't fucking for a living, August, you kill people. Not like Geralt who only kills Ferals, who need to be put down for everyone's safety, but sane men and women who should be in a damn jail cell, not a grave. The things you've told me that they've done are horrible, yes, but they should be locked up, put through the justice system. But the Pack Council decided they wanted to sweep it under the rug instead."

"They're dangerous."

"I get that. I do." She said, "But they're still US citizens. They're not committing high treason against the government, August, they're breaking the law."

"Stephanie…"

"The Pack Council should be working with the US Government and Law Enforcement. Their mouthpieces say all these grand things about cooperation and coordination and building bridges, but they're taking the law into their own hands to keep their image squeaky clean." She said, "If some of these things they've done carry a death sentence in the states where the laws are broken, then so be it, but the Council became judge and jury, with you as the executioner. All in the name of saving face."

"I was just following orders."

"That didn't work with the Hague, it's not going to work with me." She said, "You could have turned them down, August, when they extended the offer. You could have seen it for the shady shit it is and told them thanks but no thanks, but you didn't." He was quiet. "I need to reconcile what I've learned about you with what I know about you. What you've done, with the man you are. I love you, but I can't be around you right now. Get out.”

“Stephanie--”

“Get. Out.” There was a growl to her voice and it made him pause, looking away from her. He didn’t say anything, just left the apartment, heading up the stairs to his own.