#i fricken LOVE my dips

[maribird444]

“life is just passing the time until the next time you have dips”

~ daniel howell, 2024

[letnirvanarain]

u know what's wild is that I came back on my 20 follower count little blog last year bc I got obsessed with tma then bodies & was there at the start of a lovely little fandom & then I went thru a big break up and got nerve damage & disappeared only to find 700+ notifications when I log in 2 months later lol

[keeps-ache]

totally forgot what i wanted to do because i have just been overtaken by the very sudden frustration of eating chocolate-covered strawberries

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— THE CULT OF DEVOTION

SUMMARY : “Hii! New follower here, can I request a smut with yandere dean winchester? :)” — anon

PAIRING : vampire!dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : Andy Halle (OMC)

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), baker!dean, stalking (it’s only hot if dean does it), angst, unhealthy obsession, yandere!Dean, nerdy reader, reader isn’t perfect, chronic illness, and more to come

WORD COUNT : 4.8k 

A/N : fob song title. the last time I read a yandere fic was like seven years ago about Min Yoonngi of BTS, I hope it's accurate. this series is for the square for stockholm syndrome on my @jacklesversebingo card. this is super fricken late, but come on, vampire!Dean has my heart (and pu*sy), lmao. Let’s please pretend that vampires have sexy teeth, ‘cause what the fuck, Supernatural? xx

September, 2023

Dean couldn’t remember the last time he felt this alive.

What was it about you that made his breath catch? And the irritating tease that his heart should flutter? As if at any moment his desiccated heart would start beating again after twelve years of being in between dead and alive? 

Why did your existence call to him and become the centre of his life since he met you? How had only thirty minutes passed since he felt a gravitational pull from you? Like waves, gentle, invisible waves that weren’t meant to be felt by anyone. Somehow, they caressed his… something… God, his heart? His soul? Did he even have one of those anymore?

He wasn’t sure of anything. But he was sure that he loved you. 

He heard your quiet, but excited “Oh, my God.” from the entrance of the bakery he’s proud of being the owner of. He looked up to gloat, but the smile fell from his face when he saw you smile tenderly, in awe, at the decor and then the dozens of menus on a rack by the entrance.

You didn’t know, unfortunately, but as the glass door shut behind you, the sun poured over you like honey. The sunlight dripped down your skin and hair and made you glow brighter and more captivating than any angel he’d ever seen. The wind carried the scent of you to his nose, your saccharine shampoo and sugary skin overpowering the confectioneries he’d created. 

The Milky Way Galaxy lived in your eyes when you looked over at the displays, admiring his hard work. You swiftly took one of the menus from the rack, the one hiding in the back, and your eyes avoided the counter at all costs. You made yourself small and unnoticeable by standing in a corner that no one would go near as you whispered—but he heard you clear as an angel’s voice—“oh, yum.”

The door opened again and your hair teased your skin like soft tendrils and every move you made was painfully, naturally graceful. You sneaked a quick glance at the door and then thoughtfully watched as the unimpressive person walked straight towards the counter. 

Dean could feel his throat burn and his lips turn dry. Not hungry for blood, more than anything, he longed for a taste of your lips.

He could smell the rose tint on them and smelled traces of it on your cheeks. He could only feel you. The flutter of your curled lashes, the delicate breaths you took, the way you shivered from the door opening. You huffed in irritation, pulling your green cardigan closer to your warm body. He felt his skin tingle as the cotton brushed against your skin, against the tight white tank top wrapped around your torso. 

He loved the way your cropped shirt rode up at your waistline and the sight of your warm abdomen over your mid-rise jeans. If he could, and he really wanted to, he’d kiss every inch of your sweet skin to feel it blaze against his cold lips. From your ankles hidden beneath bunny-print socks, to the top of your breasts teasing him from the dip of your shirt, up to your neck where your pulse ran with the blood of your heart, but mostly, to your reddened lips as your white teeth sank into the plump flesh after being swiped by your pink tongue.

You looked better than anything he’d ever baked.

“Hey, Dean-o, how’s work?” 

He hated to turn away from you, but he did, to momentarily put his attention on Andy Halle, who came by every weekday around 5:35 every afternoon. His hazel eyes scanned the menu above, but Dean didn’t expect him to change his order anytime soon. 

“Work’s fine. What’ll it be today?” Dean’s eyes flickered back over to you. You stared with nervous familiarity at Andy and Dean noticed your hesitation. Your eyes darted to the exit and Dean was so desperate to talk to you for the first time that he considered shouting after you. But he didn’t know what to say to make you stay, he might even scare you off. 

“I’ll just have what I always have,” Andy mumbled sheepishly. 

“Alright,” Dean huffed out a distracted laugh and held his breath the moment your eyes locked on his. It felt strange that his heart didn’t react, he waited with frustration for it to start beating again, pumping warm blood through his body, and up his face at the way you regarded him curiously. You smiled after a few seconds and averted your gaze shyly, seeming somewhat embarrassed. Dean bit his lip, unsuccessfully stopping his smirk from growing, and focused back on Andy just to ease the blood that had risen up to your cheeks.

Dean took the crumpled money from Andy and handed him his change, but the rest of Dean’s senses were still fixated on you. You sighed bravely and your heeled boots brought you closer to the counter that Andy was now leaving after murmuring a thanks.

Unfortunately, your introduction to Dean was stalled when Andy looked up from his phone to avoid bumping into you. Your name slipped from his mouth in quiet awe and Dean reeled at the knowledge he’d been yearning for. He somehow managed to tear himself away from the place he was rooted to, and murmured your name under his breath, dreamily. 

He started making Andy’s drink and eavesdropped on your conversation with him. He’d glance up at you and Andy in between tasks. 

He caught the awkward, uncomfortable hug Andy seemed to enjoy more than you did and your calculated gaze in his direction again. Dean couldn’t help smiling at you again when your eyes found his and you returned it bashfully before focusing back on Andy. 

Dean wished you would keep your gaze on him. That you’d smile at him longer and bid Andy farewell so you could finally interact with him. 

But you seemed slightly excited to see Andy, despite the nervousness that settled beneath. And Dean’s stomach sank, like a mini black hole that sucked in his insides, a heavy feeling inside him as he considered that maybe you were immune to his charms. Every woman he came across seemed to lose their composure and train of thought. 

But you didn’t do that. You ignored him as if he were just debris in your orbit. To him, it was unacceptable that you would allow the light of your smile and eyes to shine on someone as ordinary and undeserving as Andy. 

He didn’t have a problem with Andy before. But now he did. Dean could point out a hundred physical flaws and a billion flaws in his personality just to make you see that Andy didn't deserve to consume a single second of your precious time.

Dean couldn’t believe he was jealous. 

He relaxed his grip on the counter and breathed air he didn’t actually need to relax himself and focused on making Andy’s coffee—which Dean believed was unnecessarily sweet—while he seethed. 

Why was he jealous of Andy Halle, a boring ex-military guy? Maybe because Andy seemed to know everything about you that he wanted to know. Why did you give Andy your time when you could be talking to him instead? Sure, it’s just be you ordering your drink or your dessert, but something was better than nothing and he needed to be in your galaxy, to be a part of your stars. Even if he was just Pluto in your solar system, as long as he got to be around your perfect, burning light.

His stomach churned, his jaw clenched, irritation burned at his chest, and he considered making Andy’s drink incorrectly just to spite him. Andy puffed his chest, flexed his arms beneath the Henley as if trying to get your attention, to impress you, but you seemed distracted by a tiny imperfection on the marble floor.

“You look amazing, how are you doing?” He asked, slowly reaching over to touch your arm. You snapped out of your daze when he did and subtly pulled yourself away from him. 

You seemed nervous again, your words came late and they were careful only when responding about yourself, because after that, you rambled like a person inexperienced with socialising. “I’m great. How was Poland? I know that was ages ago, but that’s the last I heard of you, I’ve been so busy with my PhD-”

“You got your PhD already?” He interrupted you. Dean smelled the blood rush up to your face again and you stuttered to dismiss such a big achievement. “I’m still working on my Bachelor’s-”

“Everyone works at different paces,” you interrupted him before he could put the spotlight on you and intensify the light. “Bela double majored Accounting and Economics and graduated a year earlier than I did. There was a 55 year-old in my graduating class, as well. He was very smart and he helped me out a lot whenever I was stuck. Every person is different and education doesn’t have to be rushed.” 

Your words had Dean wondering what you would say if he told you he dropped out of high school and only acquired his GED? Would you be as kind? Would you downplay and dismiss all your greatness just to lift him up? Would you work twice as hard to bury yourself in the nonexistent shadows just so you could hide in plain sight? As if you could ever be ordinary. As if anyone had a shadow big enough to hide you, his Sun. 

Andy just laughed, fondly and reminiscent. He must have caught the hint that you didn’t want to talk about yourself. He must have forgotten and only then remembered the way that you were, and that maybe you were still the same in some ways as you were before, because he changed the subject for you. 

Dean felt worse. He wanted to have had all that time with you. To have all that intimate knowledge of the inner workings of your mind. He wanted to have an intricate map of your soul and your heart. He needed it like he needed blood to keep himself soft and far away from being desiccated. 

“Poland was alright. I just did a tour there. Met some great guys there. We went to a couple of other places in Europe and the Middle East. What about Bela and Daph? They didn’t follow you here?” His tone was teasing and your exhale was sad, but your words didn’t reflect the grief Dean felt coming from you in agonising waves. 

“Come on, we’re not gonna be the Three Amigos! forever,” you laughed halfheartedly. Your reference excited Dean, but he focused on closing the lid to Andy’s hot drink and carefully pulled the chocolate croissant out of the heated oven beneath the counter. Could you be any more perfect for him? “Daph’s starting to work at some fancy law firm in California and Bela dragged her girlfriend to New York for some high-paying job,” you shrugged indifferently, but Dean noticed your loneliness. 

He knew better than anyone what it felt like when people weft and weave themselves into your life only to find those threads completely severed from you. Separate destinies. Like seeing himself as a vampire now, having his traumatised brother now trapped in a psychiatric ward for the foreseeable future, and his best friend being consumed by thick black goo—ceasing to exist. 

That was his life now: all alone and out of place in a bakery. 

At least he had something now. You, and in the fifteen minutes that he prepared Andy’s order, he knew more about you than he imagined he’d get on a first meeting. 

You were born here in Lawrence but you’d moved away to go to university with your two best friends. The three of you were focused on separate majors, but somehow the cardings of the three of you were of the strongest metals. You built your resume, prepared yourself with your knowledge and skills in genetics there, before coming back here. 

While Daphne focused on ambition, being the best lawyer, Bela focused on accumulating wealth and building a family with her girlfriend Rose. You… What were you up to? What were your dreams? Your hopes? Your ambitions?

You sounded as dead as he felt. As dead as he was. Like nothing mattered to you. When did that start? Was that always a thing with you? He figured it must have been since Andy seemed to be unsurprised by your jaded attitude towards life.

Imagining you in a lab coat was suddenly the sexiest thing ever. Even the image of you with your hair pulled up looked sexy in his mind. Were geneticists supposed to be sexy? Or was that just the porn-induced image his mind produced? Maybe you were just sexy in every way and discovering what you’ve been up to since you’d last seen Andy, only made him want you more.

Dean couldn’t fathom objectifying you. You were too good for that. 

“Have you had any flare ups?” Andy asked and Dean frowned as he placed the warm snack into a small paper bag on the counter about to call Andy’s name to gain his attention. But he was curious and slowed down. Flare ups?

“No,” you replied, but Dean heard the jump in your pulse. You liar. What were you sick with? “I’m better now. I think your order’s ready.” Dean tried to act calm when you said that and needlessly took two napkins to put above the brown bag containing the hot croissant to look busy. 

“Oh.” Andy stole a look at Dean just as he pushed the cup and bag to the edge of the counter. Andy wavered. “I’ll see you around, right? We can catch up? Go somewhere, even?” He seemed pathetically disappointed and desperate to get to see you. 

Your delayed response made Dean’s lips quirk up. He wanted you to crush any chance or hope that he would spend time with you. But you were probably too kind to be that cruel. “Maybe not for a few days. I’m still unpacking and settling into work. But maybe once everything is calmer, we can hang out.” 

Dejected, Andy nodded, forcing a smile so dimples appeared on his cheeks. He looked down at you when you looked away at the counter, with love in his gaze, romantic love. Dean wanted to vomit in his mouth, but his body didn’t work that way anymore. “I hope everything goes well for you. I really missed you.” 

“Um, thanks,” you smiled and nodded towards the counter. Wow, that’s cold, Dean thought as he held back a sneer. But you seemed more distracted than intent on hurting his feelings. “Before it gets cold. Any suggestions?” You began to walk towards Dean and if he could, he’d pant and hyperventilate at your closeness, even if you were still a distance away from him.

“Right,” Andy inhaled and shook his head gently so his light brown waves shook against his forehead, “you should probably try the rhubarb pie. You still like pie?”

“Yes,” you grinned, bright and playful. Dean would marry you if you were even remotely interested in him. 

You were standing right in front of him. 

Finally, Dean could see you clearly. You wore no makeup besides the tint that brought colour to your lips and cheeks. Your smooth skin against the light was downright kissable. But not as kissable as your plump lips, even if they were slightly chapped beneath the pinkish tint you wore. He bet your mouth felt amazing. 

You smiled, relaxed, showing your pretty teeth. For the first time, Dean wished you’d sink your canines into his neck. And then, your tongue poked out to ease the dryness of your lips and he imagined you’d lick the bite marks you’d leave behind on his throat. He’d love the burn of your saliva on his cold skin, the trail of wet warmth along where his pulse would be pounding with excitement if he were alive. 

He ached for you. Could you please just be his already?

Andy took his drink and the bag with napkins on top. 

“Can I text you?” He asked as he began to retreat.

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged, noncommittal. “I’ll give you my new number so we can message each other outside of social media, just remind me.” Andy grinned happily at your response and Dean looked down to hide the way he rolled his eyes. 

Dean wished you hadn’t done that. He wanted you all to himself. The only hope Dean had that you didn’t return Andy’s feelings was the lack of warmth and heat in your gorgeous eyes, a look which only seemed to steam from Andy’s hazel-greens.

“I do gotta get home, my dog’s all alone.”

“Don’t keep Price waiting,” you teased. Andy laughed as he made his way out and your smile relaxed more into something neutral once you were alone with Dean.

Except, now, Dean couldn’t find words. What happened to his brain?

“Hi,” your shy little smile was an electric current that jump started his entire body. Dean swallowed, but smiled as he gazed down at you, he hoped he didn’t look as in love with you as he felt. 

“Hey,” he breathed out. 

He watched you still, your longing gaze intensified as your eyes swept over the desserts on display once again. He didn’t want to rush you, he wanted to keep you from leaving as long as he could, but you didn’t want to waste his time. He could tell by the way you’d look up at him with your adorable wide eyes. 

“Sorry,” you smiled ruefully.

“No, don’t worry about it. You want the rhubarb pie?” He asked softly. You relaxed visibly at his patience and fumbled with something in the small front pocket of your jeans. 

“Um,” you looked around at the displays indecisively. “Yes, I’ll have that,” you confirmed and Dean was only slightly disappointed that you’d made up your mind so quickly. He nodded and prepared to take a slice from the pie. Should he serve you a big size? 

He felt your gaze on him as he moved around. Fuck, he wanted to blush. Could you reignite his soul already and just allow him to feel human again? 

“What do you think I should try?” You asked curiously, breaking him out of his reverie. He could feel you leaning forward carefully, not enough so your body touched the glass that protected the desserts, but enough so the thin silver necklace resting against your collarbone clinked against the glass. 

Dean looked at you through his lashes and retrieved the generous slice of pie from the rest of its body to place it into a small cardboard box. Your eyes moved over his face inquisitively. 

“Currently, I’m having fun making Sweet Rolls,” he suggested.

You raised a brow, inquiring silently about what exactly that was and he chuckled, but your explorative eyes still moved to every little detail on his face as he spoke and smiled.

He wondered what you saw. What would you discover about him? Could you see his imperfections? The scars from his previous life. Did you like what you saw? The freckles that he hated. Could you read the pain he feels? Or the love you rekindled? 

He dropped his stare to focus on the way he closed the slice of pie inside the box, hoping to hide himself from you. Only he could contain you in his gaze, because he already knew you were beautiful. He didn’t know what you’d think of him and he didn’t think he could bear it if you saw what he saw in the mirror: the opposite of everything that you were.

He grabbed another small box and stole the sweet roll from its warm home. The small confection looked like a miniature version of a Bundt cake, the white glaze poured over the sides looked too perfect to be real. Well, he chose the perfect one for you. He slid the box towards you and looked up to find your eyes still navigating his face. You averted your gaze and bit your lip, flustered. God, you were so cute. 

You clenched your small hands and placed them behind your back as you admired the sweet roll instead. He smirked at you, he would kiss you if it wouldn’t have freaked you out. How could someone be so beautiful and soft? You looked just like the sweet roll to him. 

“It looks like videogame sweet rolls,” you remarked and glanced up at him again. He would never tire of you. 

“Heh, I really liked how they looked, so I decided to make them.” He shrugged. You hummed, this time he watched you as you pondered and turned the sweet roll. You nodded in agreement.

“I like how they look, too, I’ll try it.” Dean smiled and closed the box, placing it next to the pie. You smoothed your hands against your jeans then rubbed your nails together as you watched him. 

“Want anything to drink?” He asked, anything to keep you around. 

Your eyes flickered up to the menu, your expression was thoughtful, so Dean allowed himself to be distracted by thoughts of you. 

At least you didn’t hate him. That was something, right? 

He still wondered how you felt about him and what you thought of him. How much did you like him? Did you think he was cute? Pretty? Did you want to see him again? Maybe outside of the bakery? Or did you just think he was nice and unintrusive? Just… ordinary. Not even friend material. Just the local baker. An acquaintance. 

“Just, uh… hazelnut coffee with creamer. Small. That’s okay?” Hmm, an unpretentious, but delicious coffee. Just like you. Effortlessly amazing. But why were you asking for affirmation?

“Yes,” he reassured you with a laugh. No matter how many times you became flustered, you were unwaveringly confident and brave. You glanced at the sewn word that spelled his name over his unbeating heart and his lips twitched into a wide smile.

He turned around to start making your drink despite longing to keep admiring you. At least he could feel you, your heat and your sweet air. He could hear you, your gentle breathing and your nervous heartbeat. And smell you, your expensive perfume and flowery shampoo. Even the sweet honey of your lotion. 

“Do you live near?” He asked, because… well, you didn’t think he was a creep, right? He looked over his shoulder and you contemplated him. Your eyes locked with his, he watched them soften and then you looked down at the boxes of sweets in front of you. 

“Smack in the middle of the forest,” you admitted. He hummed softly and put a lid on the cup of your hot coffee. Conveniently enough, you wouldn’t have too many neighbours. Maybe he could have a look around your place and not get caught. “It’s my childhood home,” you added methodically, he could sense you were editing parts of your story. He wanted the raw and dirty details, but whatever you wanted to give him was enough. “My mom moved away when we all left to start up our lives. My siblings prefer to live in cities, but my mom and I never did, so she left me the house. It wasn’t favouritism, just sentimentality.”

You were more like your mom, then. He wondered what she was like. What was her name? Did she look like you, too? Did you two talk at all? What was your relationship with her like? Were you like your father at all? What was he like? And what about your siblings? How many did you have? What were they like? What role did you play in your family? 

And why else did you like Kansas? It can’t just be about the forests. Did you like the people? The memories you made with your old friends in town? Did you like the locations? Where did you hang out the most before you left? He couldn’t ask you those questions now, they were too invasive. 

“And your dad?” Dean asked, scribbling your name with a loving smile on the cardboard sleeve. Why didn’t you say anything about him? 

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed. He frowned when he turned to see you and your distant eyes, the troubled pinch between your brows, and your pouty frown. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to pry,” he lied, he wanted to know everything about you. Were you like him? Cursed with daddy issues? 

You blinked and smiled tightly. No, please, let the light shine on him with your genuine smile. 

“No, it’s fine. My mom and dad got divorced…” He wanted to know more, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything that would make you frown. He smiled at you, hoping it would comfort you as he brought you your coffee. You struggled to maintain his gaze this time, but you must have felt something because you waited when you took the coffee from him. He could feel the warmth accumulate in your palms and he waited with you. “Do you… have you ever felt that you wanted to hate someone because they’re so horrible to you, but you just can’t? Like… sometimes you’re sure you hate them, but when you realise who you’re hating… it all just goes away and makes you feel awful?” 

Has he ever? Of course. He understands how much it hurts. He felt that way forever about his dad and his mom. Especially when he learned everything that he did about their past—thanks to the angels and the demons. He hated his dad, but he also respected him, and would even take a bullet for him. He even found that he hated his mom, but he also loved her to pieces. All at once. It’s enough to tear anyone apart inside. 

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean,” he murmured, it took everything in him not to reach out and caress your warm cheek. But it was as if he had, because you pressed your face into your shoulder in embarrassment, then you did a double-take at the cup of coffee. You seemed intrigued as you pressed your fingertips against the black ink that spelled your name on the cup sleeve in his neat, capitalised lettering.

He bit his lip and wondered impatiently what you were thinking of. Couldn’t you just spill your sweet words—completely uncalled for—like every other woman he came across? 

Instead he turned to the cash register and placed bogus numbers in because he really liked you. He lowered the prices for what you purchased and he was relieved that you didn’t question the cost when you tapped your phone against the screen to pay. You were gonna cost him more than he would have liked to admit to himself, but you were so worth the loss. 

He grabbed a paper bag and carefully placed the boxes inside for you. He wanted to give you his number. Would that throw you off? Would that scare you away? How can he be close to you without being so creepy and annoying?

“Thanks… Dean,” you exhaled softly. Dean’s stomach tightened and he struggled to keep himself from getting too visibly excited about his name sounding so dreamy and mellow blooming from between your pillowy lips. 

“No problem,” he whispered, his voice incapable of being as normal as he wanted to appear. He watched you pick everything up to leave and he dreaded that you’d have to go away to your own life. “Have a great evening, sweetheart.” You looked up at him, amused and delighted with something that he did. What was it? Tell him, so he could do it again, so he could see the light burst in your eyes like your stars had been born because he was the missing element needed to bring life into your universe. 

You breathed out a laugh, heat flooded your cheeks, and Dean felt triumphant. He didn’t know what made you smile the way you did, but at least he finally discovered what you had in your pocket when you took it out. You dropped a green bill folded into a small square straight into the tip jar he kept beside the register and he raised a brow curiously.

The countless bills and coins inside didn’t surprise him, but they appeared to interest you. People found him charming. They liked him. Women loved him. Did that mean the same thing to you? Did you like him? Or find him charming? Did you.. love him? 

“Thanks, you too,” you turned away after a short pause and Dean really couldn’t help his leery gaze once you had your back to him. You were so hot. Even from the back. 

He waited for you to leave before fishing the tip out of the box, he wanted to have it framed, he’d do anything to keep it as a reminder of you. He unfolded it and blinked in shock at the hundred-dollar bill. Then, he grinned boyishly, you definitely liked him.

-> an introduction to creative captivity

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I can't believe the first piece of ficlet I'm gonna write for this is fricken Sad Gale Hours. I keep debating continuing this narrative from other companions view points

Gale POV angst/abandonment, Major character death(not Gale)

Gale/ Cleric Male!Gith Tav (it's Iss'tav'in let's be real but he's not named or described for the most part)

✨☀️💀🌙✨

His beloved leaves their home in Waterdeep so soon after they return from Wither’s party Gale can hardly mount a defense against it. He wonders if he should have expected this, if he’d missed signs of this on coming meteor amidst the revelry. When his mind cycles through the memory, it seems obvious. He and the others had sat around the table eating and feasting, Wyll and Astarion taking turns telling grand adventure stories while Shadowheart and Karlach heckled them. Gale’s darling husband had spent the night tucked away in a corner with Lae’zel after making the rounds. Gale hadn’t wanted to begrudge his githyanki love a chance to catch up with his kin, to hear how the war against Vlaakith was faring, to speak in his mother tongue with what might amount to his sister.

He is certainly begrudging him now.

They fight. Gale tries to argue from a logical stance at first. They have a life that requires they be present, responsibilities to the Academy and to the the Spires. His mother expects them both to be in attendance at her next soiree, newlyweds that they are. Gale’s continued research on the orb, dormant as it is, requires his attention. Surely they can take some time to prepare for a voyage of this magnitude.

He runs out of gentle patience quickly in light of his husband’s pre-arranged plans. The man has taken leave from the temple for now, and of course he doesn’t expect Gale to join him. Someone must stay and care for Xan.

It feels utterly patronizing and for the first time, since they shared a night in a conjured bed under false stars, Gale thinks back on his time with Mystra. The feeling is sickenly familiar. He thinks of his mother, her place in the Dekarios clan, noble as it is, but alone. He thinks how everyone always says he favors her, in looks and demeanor.

They do have a child he reminds his love, righteous and growing furious. Xan needs a good githyanki role model. He's still so young, and Gale has only a passable knowledge of tir’su.

And when even this pleading falls of deaf ears, then, there is anger.

He rages, throws things, yells, says things that he knows he'll regret later. While his husband continues to pack the last of his travel bag Gale can feel his composure unravel. It feels ugly. Worse than that even, he feels volatile,a yawning chasm where his breaking heart resides. Dark, desolate and afraid.

“Gale, I love you, but I'm going, my people need me. Lae'zel would not ask lightly.”

“You can't just abandon your family on a lark!”

But he does. The last Gale sees of him is a cape draped back, glowing Blood of Lathander in one hand, shimmering gold helmet tucked under the other. Then he's gone.

They don’t kiss good bye, though Gale imagines that would be difficult with the way he was snarling.

Gale stands in the open door of their, no, not theirs, not anymore. He stands in the door of his tower long after the love of his life has gone. Fists clenched, eyes wet, but silent save for the occasional sniffle. The sea is quiet, he can hear no gulls as the sun begins to dip beneath the waves.

He doesn’t hear the baby crying til Tara comes through her cat flap of displacement and bites him on the hand.

“Mister Dekarios, Gale, what's happened?”

“He left. He just….left us.”

“Well, I never…is he coming back?”

As Gale cradles the small githyanki baby in his arms, rocking and trying to soothe him, he chokes on the answer.

Yes. No. I don't know. He says he is.

The orb feels hungry again for the first time since they defeated the brain. But if his heart feels broken and consumed as he stands in his tower clutching the small body of his son then, it's nothing to what he feels months later.

It's nothing compared to the unexpected agony of seeing Lae’zel standing, blood drenched and solemn, on his balcony. She’s alone, a shroud wrapped bundle under one arm, glowing with divine light. Under the other a familiar shimmering gold helmet.

[littlelioncub43]

Anything: Day VII

Summary: It’s your birthday and Lee has everything all planned. You’re both ready to end this week with a bang. 

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x female!Reader

Word Count: 4,271

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY (minors DNI, I fricken mean it!), fluff, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please use protection, my babes), dirty talk, soft!Lee, pet names, Lee is absolutely pussy whipped but in the best way possible. 

A/N: Ah! This is the end of “Anything: The Series”! I am so sad to see this lovely series end, but at the same time, it’s also very, very exciting! I am so proud of myself for being able to complete a series. I’ve seen so many other amazing writers on this site that have completed series much longer and much more complex than my own, and I used to read them and think “there is no way in Hell that I could do that.” But here we are. I am so immensely grateful to all of you who were invested in this series. Your support and words of encouragement truly helped keep this old steam train a-goin’, so thank you. From the bottom of my heart—Thank you. I love you all, just as you are, and as you will be. 

Kisses

—K

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The day had arrived; your birthday. Lee had it all planned out, from the moment you opened your eyes to the moment you laid down for bed. He had it down to a science: a nice (or as nice as he could get it) breakfast, a quick trip to the grocery store to get you out of the house so Deputy Blyth’s wife could sneak in and decorate the house for a small birthday party, dinner at that one restaurant you love two towns over, and then a private party with just you and him, cake and presents. There was absolutely nothing that could ruin this day.

You woke up around the same time as you normally do. Instinctively, you reach over towards Lee’s side of the bed while you rub the crust from your eyes. The spot that is usually occupied by your sleeping husband is found empty, a slight tingle of warmth from his body still lingering on the sheets. With a groan you roll over, burying your face into his pillow to breathe in his relaxing scent.

“Lee, baby, where are you?” You call out into your shared home, your voice still thick with sleep.

“M’here, Princess, don’t worry,” he calls back as he walks down the hall.

Tentatively, he pushes the ajar bedroom door, his hands full as he grins at you. He’d cleaned up a little before he brought you your breakfast, he brushed his hair and teeth, and put on some of his aftershave since he knew you loved the smell of it. The little wooden breakfast tray was neatly set for you: a pretty plate of French toast, an egg, and hefty side of some of your favorite fruit, a single dainty flower laid to the side as well as your silverware and glass of water.

“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart,” Lee said happily as you beamed at the breakfast he made for you.

“Oh, Lee, thank you!” You perk up in bed, grinning happily at the nearly perfect stack of French toast on the plate, “you did such a good job, they look gorgeous!” The compliment made Lee relax, he’d made nearly 4 different plates until he was finally satisfied with how it came out.

“Thank you,” he blushed softly and sat the plate in your lap, dipping down to give your lips a loving kiss before sitting at the edge of the bed. “Now, eat up before they get cold, Princess.”

~~~~~~

“Lee, we don’t need anymore laundry soap,” you groaned at your husband as he drug you down yet another aisle of the general store.

“Are you sure? Last time I was in the laundry room, it looked pretty low,” he said as he read the labels of the boxes of soap to search for the one you liked best.

“Last time you were in our laundry room was when we got back from our honeymoon,” you joked with a fond smile, giggling when Lee shot you a playfully scolding look.

“Ha-ha, I’m married to Don Rickles, himself,” he dead-panned and rolled his eyes with a smile. You laughed some more and pulled at his arm, “Come on, Lee, I don’t wanna spend my birthday cooped up in this store.”

“Fine, I think we got everything, anyway,” he said as you headed for the register. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lee sneak a bag of candy into the basket.

“What was that?” You whip around, nearly scaring the life out of your husband.

“Nothin’,” he says coyly, his playful smile threatening to break across his face when you teasingly narrow your eyes at him.

“Mmhmm, ‘nothin’,’ eh?” You say suspiciously, your eyes not leaving his as you reach into the basket and pull out the bag of candy. “This the bag of nothin’ you’re talkin’ about, Sheriff?”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he drawled out in a fake shocked tone, “how did those get in there?”

“I don’t know, I was hopin’ you’d tell me,” you said coolly, Lee swears that you’d make an incredible interrogator. He grins and shrugs.

“No clue how it happened, Ma’am,” he lowered his voice, using the rumbling gravelly tone that he knows you love. His eyes darkening with desire as you looked up at him through your lashes, he slowly inches his face closer and closer to yours, “musta been an accident.”

You were grateful you were alone in the aisle, you feel your face heat up softly when his nose brushes against yours. “An accident, Sheriff?”

“Mmhmm…” he hums and pecks your lips chastely, it’s quick and soft, he’s teasing you. “They’re the flavor you like, anyway, Princess,” and they were. You loved the way they made his mouth taste when he ate them. He snatches them from your hand and places them back in the basket, pressing another teasing kiss to your lips. “Now, come on, I thought you didn’t want to spend your birthday cooped up in this store.” You chuckle and follow him to the registers.

Lee insisted on carrying all the bags into the house, ‘it’s your birthday, Princess, I don’t want you to have to lift a finger,’ is what he said. You chuckled and held the door open for him while he carried them into the house with you right behind him.

“Lee, baby, why are all the lights out?” You said curiously, you could have sworn you left a few lights on. You began to walk towards the kitchen, then the lights suddenly came on as soon as you rounded the corner.

“Surprise!” They cheered, nearly scaring you out of your skin, you jump and yelp, laughing immediately when you see it’s only your friends. Deputy Blyth and his wife Sarah stood holding a bouquet of flowers and balloons, Maureen, Jane, and Patricia held neatly wrapped boxes and bags in their hands. The kitchen was decorated sweetly with your favorite color, streamers, balloons and flowers were scattered across the dining and living room. It was perfect.

“Oh my goodness!” You laughed happily as everyone greeted you with a hug and a warm “happy birthday.”

The party was absolutely perfect; presents, drinks, and a small lunch. Before you knew it, the sun was setting, and one by one your friends slowly parted ways. Waving Maureen off from the porch as she pulled out of the driveway, you sighed and leaned into Lee’s side, his arm around your waist comfortably. With a happy sigh, you dropped your arm and looked up at Lee with a smile, he was already smiling down at you. Without saying anything, he jerked his head to guide you inside. You instinctively start cleaning the stray wrapping paper from the coffee table, Lee collecting the dirty dishes and bringing them to the sink to wash later. Humming softly, you feel Lee’s arms circle your waist, a trail of loving kisses find their way up the soft slope of your neck.

“D’ya have a good time, Princess?” He whispered into your hair, his hands petting your sides gently.

“I had a lovely time, it was perfect,” you whispered back and turned to face him, “thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, just yet, babydoll,” he smiled and checked his watch, “you gotta go get ready for dinner if we’re gonna make it on time,” you give him a confused look but he smiles and ushers you towards the bedroom, a playful swat to your behind gets you moving much quicker, “go on!”

Lee waits outside the bedroom, his own suit waiting for him in the guest bedroom. You hum thoughtfully to yourself as you scan your closet for something to wear. You zero in on the lovely wiggle dress that Lee bought you for Christmas last year. With a little elbow grease, you slip into the navy blue dress, the cream ribbon around the waist made you look like a knockout. Adding some touches to your hair and makeup, you grabbed your favorite pair of black heels and open the door. Lee stood on the other side, his hand lifted to knock, his eyes widening in a stunned expression as he took in your appearance.

“What do you think?” You said happily, stepping back and doing a little turn for him as he scanned your form in the figure hugging dress.

“Princess, you look like a million bucks,” he sighed happily, his cock beginning to swell with excitement as he continued to shamelessly stare at your ass. As much as he would love to bend you over your vanity and show you what he thinks of the dress, he didn’t want to miss your dinner reservations. “Let’s get going, Sweetheart, I wanna show off my pretty little birthday girl.”

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You knew where you were going the minute Lee turned on to the highway. The restaurant you absolutely loved was a little over 45 minutes away, Lee had taken you there on one of your dates when you just started seeing each other, he also takes you there every few months ‘we deserve it, don’t we?’ Lee says. The drive over is calm, Lee talks about the book he’s reading, which characters have died and who he thinks is the killer, you tell him about the book you’re reading, you’re currently enraptured in The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. The drive flies by quickly with the two of you chattering away and listening to the radio.

The restaurant is just as pretty as you remember it being; nice bushes of colorful flowers lining the walk way, clean linen covered tables, moody lighting that made you feel like you were being cocooned into your seat, the smell of fresh baked bread, sweets, and meals drift through the air—it was absolutely perfect. It also didn’t hurt that they made the best Italian food within a 50 mile radius. You ordered your favorite, and Lee hardly teased you about ordering the same thing every time. As the waiter takes your emptied plates away, Lee stands up to talk to the waiter. He leans in and whispers something to him before handing him the camera he got you for Christmas. He smiles back at you as he sits next to you, tossing his arm around you.

“Let’s take a picture,” he says casually. You look at him surprised.

“Yeah?” You chuckle, he nods and hums as the waiter lifts the camera to take your picture.

“Say ‘cheese,’” The waiter says, you laugh softly, your head leaning against Lee’s ever so slightly, your hand resting innocently on his thigh as you grin at the camera. The waiter takes a few with Lee pressing a kiss to your temple. “Wonderful, here you go!”

“Thank you,” Lee says and takes the camera back, tucking it away into his pocket, “ready to go home, Princess?”

“Yeah, I’m stuffed,” you sigh with a smile and pat your full tummy.

“Oh, you’re gonna be,” he growled under his breath before kissing your cheek sweetly, “now, come on.”

~~~~~~

“Oh, Lee!” You gasped.

“D’ya like it, Princess?” Lee asked softly, the gold and pearl earrings glistened under the soft lights of the living room. You gaped at the black velvet box in your hand, almost too scared to touch them in fear of ruining them.

“They’re absolutely gorgeous, Lee,” you whispered and traced the teardrop shape of the pearl with your index finger carefully, “they’re absolutely perfect!”

He chuckled at your reaction, his nerves quickly falling away as you continue to fawn over the earrings. The other presents he’d gotten you like a few new records that you said you loved and the book you kept putting off buying laid in front of you both on the coffee table. “I’m glad.”

“Thank you, Honey,” you looked at him with that radiant smile of yours that drew him in in the first place and gave his lips a loving kiss. He mumbled a ‘your welcome’ before you wiggled your tongue into his mouth. One of his hands gently took the velvet box from your hand and set it on the coffee table carefully, his lips never leaving yours. Then they came to your waist to pull you closer to him, you were sitting much too far away from him for Lee’s liking.

Your tongue moves against his in slow, calculated movements, it never ceases to make him weak  in the knees when you kiss him like that; like you have all the time in the world together. Your hands slide up his muscular arms and wrap around his neck, pulling him even deeper into the kiss. A soft moan rumbles in his chest when your hand pushes through his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp, he can feel the pleased smirk on your lips. In one fluid motion he pulls you into his lap, your legs straddling his, your dress making it slightly difficult to sit so wide, but he pushes the skirt up your thighs,

“Did you have a good birthday, Princess?” He whispered when you both broke away for air, his mouth trailing sloppy kisses down your jaw, biting playfully at the sensitive skin of your neck. You shudder when his teeth sink into a particularly tender place, your grip on his shoulders tightening.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper into his ear, your thighs naturally trying to rub together, the dull ache between your legs just begging for relief.

“Did you get everything you wanted?” He murmured into your throat, his hands starting to make for the zipper of your dress.

“Almost,” you smirk proudly when his head left its place in your neck to look at you, slight worry and interest painted on his face.

“What do you want, Princess?” His lips dust gentle kisses all over your face, pulling a soft giggle from you. You give him another kiss before pulling back to look into his lust-filled irises, a finger tracing along his plump bottom lip and cleft chin.

“I want a baby,” you whisper to him, his whole body going still underneath yours.

Did he hear you right?

Lee stared down at you, his eyes wide in shock. You’d spoken about it a few times before, and both of you were on the same page: you both wanted kids but you didn’t know when. Gulping down the lump of saliva in his throat, his grip around you tightening naturally.

“You want a baby, Princess?” He had to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed and nodded, “I want a baby, Lee…” his cock twitched excitedly underneath you, your hips starting to grind into his, “want your baby, Daddy.”

“Oh fuck,” Lee groaned at the title, it always made him hard, but this was different. The weight of what you were asking for had him throbbing with need almost immediately. “Ok, Princess, I’ll give you a baby.”

“Yeah?” You smiled bashfully.

“Yeah,” Lee grunted gruffly and nodded, his nostrils flaring with lust as he took deep breaths to steady himself, “I’m gonna give you a baby.”

The statement more for himself than for you, a pleased moan breaks past your lips when Lee suddenly surges forward, his lips smashing onto yours eagerly as he lifts you up into his arms. You lose yourself in his kisses, your head spinning as each one consumes you. Suddenly, he drops you to the bed, you bounce a few times with a surprised squeak as Lee tears his suit off, tossing each piece of clothing to the floor without a care, his eyes locked on yours as he undresses himself.

“Get up,” he demands, his voice gravelly. You scramble to do as he says, his rough hands make quick work of your dress, which joins his clothes on the floor. A rough hand pushes you back down on the bed, Lee’s large frame draping over yours immediately. His lips stealing the breath from your lungs in a searing kiss, you whine and cling to him, one of his large hands sliding in between you both to pet your soft petals. You hear him growl into your mouth when he feels your wetness, his fingers teasing your entrance with light circles, the rough pad of his fingers avoid your sensitive clit. You whine, hips chasing his hand in an attempt to get the stimulation you crave.

“God, Princess, just begging for it aren’t ya?” He chuckles darkly as he plunges two thick fingers into you, the tightness around his digits has Lee’s cock throbbing in jealousy, “M’gonna fuck a baby into this tight little cunt,” he smirks when you whine, “just like you want me to… you like that, don’t you, Sweetheart? Like the thought of being full of me? Carrying my baby? That everyone’s gonna know you’re mine, gonna see that you belong to me—fuck…”

You whimper and nod frantically, words fail you, but god, you want that so fucking much it hurts. Your pussy flutters around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you hurriedly, his words working you both up beyond imagination.You look up at your husband, his face already flushed, his eyes blown out with primal lust, his lips parted as he pants. His hard dick ruts eagerly at your inner thighs, smearing his pre-cum all over your heated skin. Your hips begin to grind on to his fingers, matching his pace perfectly. You can feel your high beginning to build in your loins, your walls gripping his fingers tighter and tighter.

“Gonna cum, Daddy, gonna cum!” You cry, your voice whiny, you were sure you looked and sounded pathetic but when you were so close to coming you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Yeah, fucking cum on my fingers, be my good girl, c’mon, Princess, give it t’me!” He demanded, his thumb finding your clit to rub it in furious circles, the roughness was just what you needed. You release on his fingers, your juices soaking his hand as he milks your orgasm for all it’s worth before you try to push his hand away.

With a wordless growl, Lee tears his hand from your cunt, licking the juices that drip from his fingers as he stares down at you, his gaze laced with feral hunger. You bite your lip when he smirks at you, his bare cock now pushing through your sloppy wet folds making you gasp with sensitivity. You feel that all consuming need bubble up within you once more, the heat of desire burning through you. You give Lee your best puppy eyes, your bottom lip jutting out slightly as you nuzzle against him with a whimper.

“Lee, baby, fuck me, please,” you whisper and kiss him softly, teasing him to no end, “please, Daddy, want you to fuck me…”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he curses under his breath, gripping his shaft, he drives into you suddenly with one swift forceful push. The air is knocked from your lungs, a deep moan flying from both your mouths. Lee hisses when he feels your nails clawing at his shoulders, the sharp sting helping ground him as he fights the urge to cum too soon. “Jesus fucking Christ, Princess, so fuckin’ tight…”

Soon his resolve begins to break, his arms framing your head as he curls over you, his hips drawing back, loving the way you shudder underneath him at the feeling. Then in one brutal thrust, he sheaths himself in your cunt to the hilt, the wet sounds of his cock stuffing your pussy filling the room as he builds a vicious pace. Lee can feel an electrical current flowing through him, his body moving with purpose, the primitive carnal need to plant his seed inside your womb burns deep in his bones. He listens to you moan for him, unending babbles of  his name, ’please,’ ‘yes,’ and ‘oh god’ fill his ear.

Tucking his head into the crook of your neck, Lee latches on to your throat, sucking deep lovebites into your sensitive skin, he knew they would leave very visible marks tomorrow and you’d scold him about it, but he didn’t care. He wanted everyone to know you were his, that he gets to touch you, kiss you, fuck you— no one else.

“Mine, mine, all fucking mine,” he growls absentmindedly, his hips unforgiving as he hikes one of your thighs over his hip and holds you open, somehow pushing even deeper into you, a strangled sob fills the room as he hits that special spot inside of you that only Lee Bodecker ever could. “My pretty little wife, m’gonna fuckin’ knock y’up, m’gonna make you a momma and yer gonna make me a daddy—oh fuck— yer gonna make me a daddy, make me a daddy, Princess, c’mon, I wanna be a daddy!”

He continues to ramble into your skin, his face burying itself into your bouncing tits. The thought of your breasts filling out, swelling with milk to feed your child tortured Lee, his face scrunching at the painful pleasure that shot through him. Your body shook, the tension of another high pulling your muscles taught, moan after moan flying into the air, your lips dry from panting, sweat beading the crown of your head. Your nerves felt like they were a live wire, crackles of euphoria zapping your flesh in time with each of Lee’s violent thrusts, his harsh grip on your flesh bruising your skin in the best way possible; it has you teetering on the edge. What pushes you over is when he wraps his lips around your stiff bud, his hot mouth encased around the peak of your breast, that sinful tongue of his lashing crazily at the flesh it can reach.

“A-Aahh!” You cry out as you finally cum, your back arching off the mattress, pushing your tits into Lee’s face, his own thundering moan vibrating against the skin of your chest. Your walls pulse around his girth, holding on to him as tightly as they can, his vigorous thrusts reduced to a filthy, harsh grind. A rush of juices coat Lee’s cock, the wetness almost too much for him to bear, but he manages to maintain control of his pace. Your high begins to subside, the ringing in your ears coming down slowly as you lay underneath him limply. With the last bits of energy you have, you spread your legs even wider, your knees close to your chest as your grip on to Lee’s ass.

“Please, baby, wan’ you t’cum, want y’to cum inside me, Daddy, make me a momma, give it to me, Daddy, gimme your baby, please, please, please!”

“M’gonna give it to ya, Princess, gonna give it to you right now!” He all but screams as his balls tighten before releasing everything into your waiting pussy. Lee can swear his heart stopped beating, your sweet little cunt milking him dry being the only thing he can seem to focus on. His eyes roll back into his head as he comes, an animalistic roar shakes his body. The strong arms that were holding you in place tighten to ensure you don’t try to get away from him. You watch as he loses himself, his porcelain skin flushed a cherry red and dewey with sweat, his lips plump from sucking on your skin and parted wide as he gasps for air. He blindly babbles, telling you over and over to ‘take it, take it, take it,’ his hips still rocking in shallow thrusts to ride out his high as long as he possibly can.

When it finally becomes too much, Lee slumps against you, not bothering to hold his weight off you. You can feel every inch of his body twitching and trembling as he recovers, his broad shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. The death grip his has on your body releases little by little, still reluctant to completely let go. You rub soothing circles over his back, your own hand trembling as you caress his heated skin. Soft kisses trail up the side of your throat, Lee slowly pulling himself off of you, remaining inside of you, he wasn’t ready to leave the comforting heat of your pussy just yet.

He captures your lips in a slow, sloppy kiss, it’s messy but firm, and one of the most romantic kisses that you’ve ever had. You can feel Lee’s content smile against your lips, happiness running through his entire body, partly because of the earth-shattering orgasm he just had, but mostly because of you. You wanted to have his children, you were ready to have a family with him—nothing could make him happier.

When you pull back, you grin at each other, the happy twinkle in his eyes reflect back at him in yours. A happy giggle bubbles from your lips as you cradle Lee’s cheek, he leans into your palm slightly, still holding your loving gaze.

“You wanna be a daddy, Lee?” You ask softly, a small seed of worry still holding on to you, you wanted to make sure he wanted this as much as you do.

“I wanna be a daddy,” he said with no hint of hesitation, a wider smile spreads across his lips at the thought of finally being a father, “you wanna be a momma, Princess?”

“I wanna be a momma,” you nod and rub his cheek with your thumb.

“Then I’m gonna make you a momma,” he said sweetly, his voice was pure and innocent, he meant every word, “I’m gonna give you anything you want, Princess.”

“Anything?” You asked with a small smile.

“Anything.”

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[mcubrunette]

Suit of Armor

Pairing: Richard Madden x Reader

Summary: I tell Richard exactly how I felt about Eternals and what he has to do to make up for what he put me through.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: ETERNALS SPOILERS, Smut, 18+ (NO MINORS PERMITTED), Swearing, Daddy Kink (for 1 second, its short I promise!), grammar and spelling mistakes

A/N: This is definitely inspired by the rant my roommate was subjected to after I returned home from seeing Eternals minus the smut

“Are you alright, love? You ready for this?” He asked as he gazed down on me. His hand on my thigh as he sat next to me in the back of the big black SUV.

“Are you kidding me” I exclaimed. “Of course I’m ready. Richard I get to see you for the first time in a fricken Marvel movie. I've been waiting for this since I found out you got the part two years ago, you know how much I love these movies.”

Richard chuckled in response “I know that much love”, then sighed, “I just know it can be a lot going on the carpet, I know how anxiety inducing it can be for you” as he leaned his forehead against mine.

Having been in a relationship for the last 3 years together, I had appeared next to Richard on a handful of red carpets by now. But that being said, I never could get used to the noise of all the screaming, cameras clicking and the general feeling of everyone’s eyes on me (even though I’m pretty sure most eyes remained on the handsome man beside me and I was a mere afterthought).

“I promise I will let you know if it becomes too much. But I think I’ll be distracted anyway, I’m just too excited to see you on the screen as a real superhero!” I looked up at him with a smile trying to show how proud I am of this accomplishment.

Then, just at that moment the car pulled to a stop and that’s when I started to tune in to all the noise that awaited us outside.

Richard gently grabbed my chin and turned me to face towards him, away from my gaze on the carpet mere feet from us “Just keep ahold of my hand and if it becomes too much just squeeze my hand and focus on me, I will get us off there as soon as I can”.

“Okay, I can do that” I looked up at him through my lashes “let’s do this”.

The driver came around and opened the door, giving me a hand and Richard following behind me.

We were immediately whisked down the carpet into the flurry of flashes from the camera and shouts from the fans and photographers.

But I remained focused on the feeling of Richard's strong hand in mine, or when he let go to wrap his arm around my waist I focused on the pressure of his body on mine. Soon enough it was over and we were heading to the theater.

After a brief catch up with Gemma, talking about how we must get together for a holiday gathering within the next couple months, Richard guided me to the front for our seats.

I could tell Richard was antsy for it to start as he wouldn’t stop moving in his seat. He puts so much pressure on himself and this was the moment everyone would see him hard work, and he did not want to disappoint.

Just as the lights were dimming, I reached over to Richard to grab his attention, reaching a hand around his neck I brought his ear close to mine and whispered “I love you, and I am so proud of you already, I know it will be amazing”

He rubbed his forehead against mine before dipping down, kissing my cheek and saying “thanks baby, I love you so much”

And we turned our heads as the film began.

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I.. I didn’t even know what to say. The movie ended and everyone stood for a round of applause. I was slow to get out of my seat and clap. Richard looked down at me asking how it was and all I could do was give a small reserved smile and saying “it was great”. I quickly gave him a kiss of the cheek “well I guess it’s time to be on our way then”.

Richard gave a slight inquisitive look but I looked away and took his hand to lead him out the door.

There was an after party gathering hosted by Angelina in the bar of a nearby hotel we made our way over to. Non-stop of people coming up to Richard congratulating him on his performance, and a few punches to the shoulder exclaiming how they couldn’t believe he was the bad guy in the end.

I just waited back, sat next to the bar in the corner waiting for him to finish making his rounds.

Just then he caught my gaze as he was amidst a conversation with a couple crew members. He gave me that look I knew meant he was trying to figure out how I was doing. He gave me a thumbs up signal in question just to confirm his question was coming through to me.

I gave him a small smile and thumbs up in return to confirm I was okay where I sat.

“Can I get you anything miss” the bartender asked, drawing my attention away from my gorgeous man, to the bar I sat at.

“Oh no I’m okay thank you thou- oH hi” I was interrupted by the hands wrapping around my waist.

“Let’s get out of here” he whispered into my ear with that deep Scottish drawl, and the couple beers he’s had only accentuated his accent further.

“Okay” I whispered back, nodding.

As we got in the back of the car the driver let us know we should arrive home in about 20 minutes, before closing the partition.

I stared out the window watching the city pass by, my hands non-stop fidgeting with my phone on my lap.

Richard look over and grabbed my hand, “are you okay love” he asked. I turned around seeing a look of mild concern on his face.

“I’m good” I replied shortly, turning my head back to face the outside which transitioned from the bright city lights and screens to the more subdued suburban neighborhood atmosphere.

“Um okay” he replied, and I could tell he wasn’t exactly convinced.

We sat in silence until we reached out home about 10 minutes later, pulling into the driveway. The driver came around and opened my door, Richard meeting me around the front of the car. He turned back to thank the driver and handed him a tip as I already made my way towards the house.

I was just setting my purse down on the console in the entryway when Richard made his way through the door.

As he closed the door behind him he began to speak “love are you really sure you are okay I wasn’t expecting you to be this qui- Oompf” as he was silenced by me pushing him up against the door and attaching my lips to him in a fury of passion.

I ran my hands up his chest, over his tux, up the back of his neck into his hair. I couldn’t resist giving a little tug which elicited a low moan from him. His arms that had been moving up and down my waist pressed in even harder.

“So I’m guessing you liked the movie” he panted, each word said in between kisses as began to make his way from my mouth to planting kisses along my jaw towards my neck.

“NO” I exclaimed, pushing myself away from him, turning my back to him.

“Umm..” he froze not sure how to react, “what do you mean love?” And I just knew he had a confused look on his face as he said it without even turning around.

“I can’t believe you did that to me” I whispered, tears almost threatening to form in my eyes.

“Wha- what did I do-“ “YOU KILLED YOURSELF” I yelled, turning around unable to keep my anger restrained.

He just leaned against the door, incredibly confused “umm..”

“You were SO HOT” I exclaimed throwing my hands in the air, “and then you just THREW YOURSELF INTO THE SUN”.

It was then a small smirk began to develop on his face.

“Looove..” he drawled out, beginning to walk over to me, “you know I didn’t have a choi-“ “I don’t care” I interrupted as I began to walk further into the house, throwing my coat onto the entryway bench and making my way into the kitchen.

“So you liked the film?” He asked, trying to confirm my thoughts on his work.

“Objectively, it was an amazing movie” I said. Hesighed with a smile on his face, satisfied that I did in fact enjoy the film, which I interrupted by adding, “but subjectively I hate you and Ikaris and anyone else who had a role in killing off who is clearly the hottest superhero in the MCU”

“But he betrayed his family lov-“ “No, I don’t care, I refuse to accept that as an excuse” I shook my head at him.

“But he-“ “no Richard there is nothing you can say that will make this better. You make me so happy by telling me you are a marvel superhero, getting me all hyped up, and turns out you were evil and going to kill yourself so you won’t even be in another movie which means I don’t get to stare are you in that uniform anymore.” I was left breathing heavily out of air upon finishing my rant.

He started slowing making his way over to me where I rested against the counter, putting his arms on either side of my body against the edge of the counter, trapping me.

“So you’re biggest issue with the movie was that it means you will no longer get to see me dressed as a superhero” he looked down on me with a smile on his face, trying to hold back laughter.

“Yes that is essentially the issue here” I nodded, a smirk now appearing on my face “because you know,” my arms going up his chest to behind his neck pulling his ear down near my mouth “you were just so sexy in that uniform I could hardly handle it”.

“Well if it was hard for you to handle, maybe it’s for the best I’m no longer in it” his hands coming off the counter to wrap around my waist whispering in my ear and finishing with a little nip at my ear.

“Oh no, I don’t think so” I noted wryly, my hands coming back down his front, now starting to drift over the top of his pants lining.

“Because,” I added, “it would be to your benefit if I got to see you even more as Ikaris” looking up at him.

“Oh yeah, why is that” he hummed, his hands drifting further down below my hips.

“Because seeing you in that uniform, seeing you fly around shooting later beams out of your eyes destroy evil monsters” I paused to take a breath, “made me want you to bend me over and take me right there in the middle of the theater with no care for anyone there who was watching” I finished, pausing to look up at him and stare him in the eyes, in an attempt to challenge him.

“Hmm well do you want to go down to the theater room, I can bend you over the couch and fulfil your fantasy” his hands reaching the curve of my underside giving a gentle squeeze with those large hands on his.

But before I could rebuttal he added “or would fucking you here on the counter be up to your satisfaction because I really can’t wait another minute to rip that dress off of you”

“Here will be fine” I said before slamming my lips against his again and he lifted me effortlessly up onto the counter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hand slipping down to press against his growing bulge.

“God you had me scared you didn’t like the movie” he breathed as he kissed down my neck, his hands now drifting to my back to undo my dress.

“Of course I loved it, you idiot, but I’m still expecting you to make up for throwing my new favourite MCU character into the sun”.

He pulled back to look at me, a twinkle in his eyes as he said “oh I think I can do that, love” and reattached our lips in a heated make out.

He finished undoing my back so he pulled the dress down to my hips then I leaned back so he could finish pulling it down my legs. All that remained was the dark blue lingerie set, with flecks of gold detail, I had specifically bought for this night.

“Wow, you really are Ikaris’ biggest supporter” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“I’m your biggest supporter actually” I corrected, as I grabbed a fistful of the front of his suit to bring him closer to me. I pushed his shirt jacket off his shoulders onto the floor.

I carefully, but quickly, I began unbuttoning his white dress shirt as he undid his bow tie. Soon I was pushing the shirt onto the floor to join the jacket, our lips never leaving each other for a moment. Until I pushed him back so I could hop off the counter and sink to my knees, hands quickly going to unbutton his slacks.

“Love, I thought I was making it up to you tonight” he questioned as he tried to give a gentle tug under my arm to pull me back up.

I kept myself solid on the ground, managing to open his pants and pull down them, and his boxers, enough to have his hard cock fly out and up against his stomach.

“I know, but I can’t help but want to also show you how proud I am of you still” my hand wrapping around him, not quite all the way

“Okay, if you’re certai-ohhhh god” he groaned as my tongue touched the tip of his cock, and my mouth wrapped around him right after. His head tilted back, eyes closed and hands instinctively grabbed a hold of my hair.

“God FUCK you suck my cock so good” he panted, and looked down at me again to see me looking back up at him as I tried to take as much as I could of him, my hands working to pleasure what my mouth couldn’t reach.

He gently applied pressure to the back of my head, “a little further I know you can do that babygirl”.

As I attempted to hollow out my cheeks and go further, along with his pushing, his cock slipped a bit too far eliciting a gag from me.

Richard immediately stopped and pulled me back with a concern look on his face. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to go that far” he breathed out with worry.

“I’m good I swear” I said as I tried to catch my breath, “your pleasure is worth as little pain” I added, as I went back to sucking his cock.

“I should remember you do love to mix pain with your pleasure” beginning to grab a hold of my hair again. I winked up at him in response and all he could do was let out a continuous moan as I slobbered all over his member.

Within a few moments though he was pulling me off panting out “okay you gotta stop now because I refused to not finish inside of you” and I mean, who was I to refuse that.

In a blur I was up on the counter again, Richard pushing me to lean back as he leaned over to inhale the smell of the mess that had been made in my panties.

A second later and my underwear was pulled down my legs and thrown over his shoulder to join the growing pile of clothing.

He grabbed under my knees pushing my legs back and outward to give him room to lean himself down and lick a long stripe up through my mound. His face came up to look at me, gleaming from my wetness that was now around his mouth, nose and chin. “You truly are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted” he proclaimed.

He turned his attention back downwards and he dove back in, this time focusing on my top area which houses the most sensitive, and unforgiving, bundle of nerves.

I could help but lean back on my arms and let out the loudest moan of the night between the two of us.

“Don’t stop making those sounds, love. I want to hear them all night long” he said, eyes now straying from the prize before him “lets let the hold neighbourhood know how good I’m making you feel”.

And with that he inserted his first first index into me, eliciting more of the moans he so desperately wanted to hear.

I couldn’t help reaching with one hand down to grab at his hair, pushing through from the grey streak at the front to the back of his head, while my other hand remained on the counter to support me upright.

“God Richard please, please god I’m gonna cum soon”

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? Hmm, you gonna cum all over my face for me? His voice muffled as he continued his feast devouring me within an inch of my life.

All I could do was groan and throw my head back desperate for release, “please Richard I need more, give me more”

And in an answer to my wishes he took the chance to insert a second finger. As he curled those large fingers of his up, hitting just the right spot, I couldn’t help but yell “FUCK RICHAAARD” drawing his name out with my release.

When I became reoriented I looked down to see Richard now back upright with his hands on either side of me as he leaned over me to dip down and glide his mouth over mine. I could taste myself on him as he slid his tongue in to entangle with my own, only causing me to release another moan due to the eroticism of it all.

Richard pulled away and said “Are you ready for me to fuck you so hard you won’t even remember the name of the movie you just saw?”

After letting out a low moan, I replied “if you set those expectations you better deliver on them”, finishing with a wink.

“When have I ever let you down in the pleasure department love” he chuckled as he bent down to give me a quick kiss.

“However,” he added, “ I am quite old and as much as I want to climb up here on the counter with you, my knees just aren’t built for that anymore so you mind taking this to the couch, love” he asked as he peppered kisses down my neck.

“Anything you need to deliver on the pleasure, old man” I joked, causing him to lightly bite my ear in rebuttal.

He leaned back and finally pulled his pants and boxers all the way off his legs before picking me up where I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the couch just a few meters away.

Immediately he was on top of me, the weight of him pressing into me and just making me more hot and bothered as I ran my hands down his back.

He really kept up with his training even after Eternals wrapped and I don’t doubt it was partly because he just knows how it affects me.

“Lean up, I don’t want any article of clothing separating us from each other” he claimed, as I sat up so he could unhook my bra.

I leaned back and immediately his mouth was around my one breast as his hand tweaked and pulled at the other breast’s nipple, causing me to let you another moan and proclaim “Richard I love you but I need you to get your cock inside me before I actually combust”.

I heard the muffled sounds of his laughter from between my breasts “okay love whatever you want, this night is now completely yours”.

With that he reached his hands down to grab my thighs and push them to the sides to open myself up to him. His mouth had now moved back to the crook of my neck, no doubt leaving more marks for me to cover tomorrow, as he reached down to guide himself to my opening.

Before entering however, he leaned back just enough so our noses were barely touching, as he looked me in the eyes to say “I love you” and held my stare as his cock entered me.

We both let out simultaneous moans, our heads each tilting back as we became overwhelmed in the pleasure.

“Ughh fuuuck” he let out through clenched teeth, “why are you always so fuckin right” as he neared fully entering me.

“Why are you always so fuckin bIG” I chirped back, as he slammed his hips into mine to completely enter me.

We both just paused in order to fully adjust and mentally calm each of our bodies down so we could last for more than 5 seconds.

“Okay I’m good” I breathed, “give it to me Richard”.

He didn’t need to be told twice as he began to thrust his hips in and out, and quickly picking up his pace.

Richard's hands then moved down to grab the backs of my thighs in order to wrap them around his waist, which enabled me to pull him in even closer.

“Baby girl you feel so good” he moaned, his upper half coming so he could capture my mouth with his. His rapid thrusts inhibited any rhythmic kissing, just a clash of tongue and teeth in an attempt to get as close as we possibly could to one another.

“Fuck Richard go deeper, harder, just more god I need more, just give me everything you have” I pleaded with him, nearing a state of complete delusion at the intensity of pleasure already.

“Yes ma'am” he replied and with that hitched my thighs up even more so that he could lift my legs up and over his shoulders.

“Oh-oHh my fuuck Richard, yes god, yes keep.. going.. yess” I tried to get words out to let him know how I felt as I was running out of air. Each thrust of his taking my breath away.

With the new position, the angle allowed him to reach the deepest point inside of me yet this evening.

“I can see myself bulging from your stomach, that’s so fuckin hot babygirl” he proclaimed as he leaned back to watch as he entered and excited my soaking cunt.

All I could do was lie there and nod along, complete delusion having set it as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby, huh? You gonna let go for me and cum all over my cock?” He grunted out the words which furthered my state of incompetence.

All I could get out was a jumble of words, “fuck.. cum.. I’m.. hard.. there” which signalled to Richard I was nearing my release.

He breathed over me and said “yeah I know you want to come, can you come with me? I’m about to cum too. Cum with me while I fill you all up with my cum babygirl. ”

As he said those words he reached down to rub my clit and within a second I was bursting around him “oH Richard fuck fuck fuc fuh fuhhh” as my cunt contracted around his cock, which brought him to his release as well, “god fuckin hell, look at you squeezin my cock like that, you want every last drop in that pussy don’t ya” he moaned out, as he rocked out his final thrusts.

He removed my legs from him shoulders allowing him to rest down onto me, head going to the crook of my neck, his weight helping calm my rapid heart rate as I calmed down, both our breaths starting to slow.

“That was so good Rich, just what I nee-wHOA” I was pulled from my thoughts as all of a sudden I was flipped on to my stomach and his arms around my waist to pull me on to all fours. I turned around to find him kneeling on the couch behind me, palming at my ass.

“I think I owe you one more for all the heartbreak I put you through” he said with a wink, eyes twinkling with a slight hint of mischievousness. My mind drifted back to what had started all this in the first place, the movie, Ikaris, honestly seemed like a week ago at this point where I was in my mental state of pleasure mixed with exhaustion.

“I think you can give me one more, right baby? You give one more to daddy?

He knew that word was my kryptonite.

I let out a low groan and dug my head into the couch pillow as I felt one of his hands wrap around my waist as if to hold me steady, while the other inserted two of its digits into my sopping cunt.

I could hear the sound of our juices mixing as he thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb going to rub at my clit.

As sensitive and tired as I was, I couldn’t help my body from thrusting backward to meet his movements.

“Ri.. Richard.. I.. I don’t know.. I need” I could express anything I was feeling. I was so far gone.

Richard leaned his body over top of mine so he could whisper right in my ear, “C’mon baby I know you can do this for me, ready? When I tell you to cum you’re gonna cum for me, can you do that for me sweet girl? “

All I could give was a shaky nod in reply.

“Cum” he demanded.

And with that the dam broke. A gush of fluid spurting out of my cunt, drenching him and myself “fuuuuck” was all I had in me to moan out before collapsing on the couch.

I was zoned out, on the verge of sleeping when I felt kisses along my back up until they reached my cheek.

“I’ll be right back” Richard whispered in my ear and all I could give was a “hmm” in reply.

Seconds or minutes later I couldn’t be sure, I felt Richard's hands helping me to turn over, “I’m just going to clean you up a bit” he said before I felt a warm towel in between my legs cleaning up the mess we both contributed to.

“The couch.. oh god the couch” was all my mind could go to as I felt the wetness all around me.

“Shh shh it’s okay, don’t worry about that I’ll take care of it. Just relax for me, okay sweet girl?” I nodded in reply as he kissed my forehead.

Richard managed to get me seated and wrapped one of the couch blankets around me before scooping me into his arms to bring me upstairs to our bedroom.

I nearly fell asleep as I curled my face into his neck, but was awakened by the bright lights of the en-suite being turned on.

I let out a groan of displeasure from the bright lights and mumbling about wanting to go to bed.

“I know love, just need you to go pee first, don’t want you getting a UTI now don’t we?” he said as he led me to the toilet, and I grumbled an “I guess now” in return.

He left the bathroom to I assume ready the bed and give me some privacy. I finished my business and managed to get up and go wash my hands. As I looked in the mirror I looked so freshly fucked, I knew I’d have marks all over me tomorrow, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I zoned out just staring in the mirror until Richard appeared behind me, a single kiss to my neck interrupting my wandering thoughts, “let’s get you to bed” he said and pulled me to the bedroom.

He led me to the bed where he had a white T-shirt of his waiting to slip over me. After helping me into that he helped me tuck into bed before going to shut all the lights off and closed the blinds before slipping into bed himself. He layed close behind me, arm coming around my waist to pull me close to him, entwining our legs and head nestling into my neck.

With one last kiss to me cheek he whispered, “I hope I made it up to you enough, love”

“I still hate you” I said with a small smile on my face, my eyes already closed and ready for sleep.

“What if I called production and asked if I could get the costume to wear for you around the house, would that make things better, hmm?” He hummed in my ear.

“Yes,” I said “yes that would”.

A/N: Drop a like if you want more Richard/ Ikaris fics in your life :))

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Slashers Toy Story!AU

Or, *cough* a way for me to write out a buncha funny Incorrect Quotes and smoosh two things I love together.

Woody: Jason Voorhees

Buzz Lightyear: Michael Myers

Jessie: Ghostface

Prospector/Stinky Pete: Roman Bridger

Bo Peep and Ham: Freddy Krueger

Mr Potato Head: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray

Mrs Potato Head: Tiffany Valentine

Slinky: Carrie White

Rex: Bubba Sawyer

Barbie: Jennifer Check

Ken: Patrick Bateman

Lotso-'O'-Huggin' Bear: Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt. Was gonna be Bo, but Hoyt just fits way better. Plus he has Thomas.

Chuckles: Monty

Big Baby: Thomas hewitt

The Chatter Telephone: Luda Mae Hewitt

Also, Sunnydale Daycare: Ambrose. Because why not.

*I'm thing the kids in Toy Story are the fanbase and creators of the Slashers in this AU. Like, Andy and Bonnie are the original creators that make up the canon stuff and created them to be the infamous characters we all know- and Sid is us fan-people that twist and distort the characters for our own pleasure, haha XD *

An abundance of Incorrect Quotes bellow the cut!

Chucky: *With all the features on his face mismatched*

Chucky: Hey Freddy, look! I'm Picasso!

Freddy: ... yeah, I don't get it. *Leaves*

Chucky: *what... * You uncultured swine!! *Shakes his fist at Freddy's retreating back. That was a good fucking joke, goddamn.*

~

Michael: *Writing down on whiteboard:* Excuse me... I think the word you're searching for is

THE SHAPE.

Jason: *Already so done with this edgy boy's bullshit*

Jason: *Moves attention to his own whiteboard, starts writing*

Jason: *Shows board*

NO. The word I'm 'searching for', I cant say, because there are preschool toys present.

*Gestures ferociously to Carrie and Bubba.*

~

Jason: *Ughhhh. Shows board that he frantically wrote on:* Its not a KNIFE! Its a little stick of plastic!!

Freddy: What's wrong with him??

Chucky: Knife envy~

Freddy: Ah been there

~

Jason and Michael: *Watching Dr Loomis give psychology advice*

Jason and Michael: *Slowly tilting their heads sceptically, in unison*

Michael: *Holds up board for Jason to read:* ... I don't think that man has ever been to medical school.

~

Jason: *Trying to get Michael to help him. Writes passive aggressively on board and shoves the thing in Michael's view:* Would you give me a hand!???

Michael: *Fucking slices his own arm off and chucks it at Jason*

Look, he's having a bad day...

~

Freddy: *Sneaks up on Jason and digs his fingers into the giants sides*

Jason: *Whips around and cracks Freddy in the face from shock*

Jason: *Realises its just Freddy as the other groans and holds his nose, and looks a little guilty. Oh, Freddy. Writes on board and shows him:* There's gotta be a less painful way to get my attention.

Freddy: Agh- Fucking- Merry Christmas, hockey puck!

Jason: *Catches sight of something above them, tilts his head. Writes and shows board:* Isn't that mistletoe?

Freddy: *A slow, creepy grin rips across his face* Yep.

~ Toy Stoy 2~

Jason: *Frantically holding up a board:* Michael! I was a yo-yo!

Freddy and Chucky: *Look at each other*

Chucky: 'Was'?

~

*Michael and the others watching a dude try to buy Jason and failing.*

Michael: *Thinking: Mm, now just walk away.*

Man: *Follows after where Jason went.*

Michael: *Thinking: ... the other way.*

~

*After Jason has been stolen- everyone is panicking*

Michael: *Stomping his foot, trying to gather these psychopaths' attentions. Wait a minute! Wait, hold on! When he semi has their attention, he shows a piece of paper with writing on it:* This is not time to be hysterical.

Freddy: Its the perfect time to be hysterical.

Bubba: *Gasp. Should we be hysterical!?*

Carrie: *Tries to calm Bubba down, a hand on his arm and voice gentle* No-

Chucky: Yes.

Michael: *Thinking: ... well, maybe*

~

Freddy: Give this to Jason when you find him

Freddy: *SMACKS MICHAEL UPSIDE THE HEAD*

Michael: ... *Holds up board* Alright. But I don't think it'll mean the same thing coming from me.

~

Freddy: *Up ahead* Hey guys! Why did the toys cross the road!?

Michael: *But rolls his eyes. Not now bacon bits.*

Bubba: *Perks up and waives. Oh! He loves riddles. Why?*

Freddy: To get to the chicken... on the other side!

*They all look out and celebrate, seeing where Jason was being kept hostage... but then realise how dangerous getting across will be as a giant fricken truck careens by and crushes a can the same size as them*

Bubba: ... *Promptly turns around and starts walking back the way they came. Oh well. We tried-*

Michael: *Grabs Bubba back*

~

Jennifer: I can help! I'm Tour Guide Jen!

Jennifer: Please keep your hands, arms and accessories inside the car, and no flash photography! Thanks.

Chucky: -I'm a married man, I'm married man, I'm married man-

Freddy: *Shoves Chucky out of the way* Then make room for the single fellas.

~

Michael: *Ugh. Writes on board:* They're on level 23.

Carrie: How are we gonna get up there?

Bubba: *Gestures to balloons, then up to the sky. Meaning: Maybe if we find some balloons, we could float to the top!*

Chucky: Are you kidding? I say we stack ourselves up, push the intercom, and pretend we're delivering a pizza.

Freddy: How bout a roast? *Grins*

Freddy: *Assesses Chucky and Carrie in turn* With tenderised pig and a slaughtered lamb as sides.

Chucky: Hold the fuck up did you just call me a pig- and a side-

Carrie: What?

Bubba: Oh! Oh! *Pats his chest excitedly. Do him! What about me??*

Freddy: ... Eh, you can be the toy that comes with the meal.

~

*Michael does something to get them all hurt and doesn't to care at all, of course. Just moves on.*

Chucky: Remind me to glue his mask on his head when we get back.

Freddy: *Nods, yep*

~

Chucky:*Embracing Tiffany after having been away saving Jason*

Glen and Glenda: You saved our lives! We're eternally grateful!

Chucky: Oh, fuck...

Tiffany: You saved their lives, Chucky?? Oh, my hero.

Tiffany: *Immediately drops Chucky in favour of picking up the babies* And they're adorable! Lets adopt them!

Chucky: *Thinking: What? No- Absolutely not- Don't say tha-*

Glen and Glenda: Daaaaddy!

Chucky: Fuck.

~Toy Story 3~

Jason: *Holds up a sign as he stands there menacingly with his machete:* You got a date with justice, Charles.

Chucky: Heh, too bad, 'sheriff'. I'm a married man.

Tiffany: *Comes out screaming, wielding goddamn nun chucks*

~

Michael: *Eyes narrow behind mask, slowly holds up sign he prepared earlier:* Bastard son of a hundred maniacs.

Freddy: Hah. That's Mr Bastard son of a hundred maniacs, to you!

~

*The toys/Slashers watch some toys, including Jennifer and her car get thrown in the donation bin*

Ghostface: Oh, man, poor Jen.

Freddy: ... I get the corvette.

~

Tiffany: Its alright, Jen, it'll be okay.

Jennifer: Well... Needy and I have been growing apart for a while...

Jennifer: Its just... I cant believe she would kill me!

Chucky: *Who's 'best friend till the end'/victim also killed him* Yeah. Welcome to the club, toots.

~

Hoyt: They just love new toys, don't they?

Chucky: Love!? We've been chewed, kicked, drooled on-

Tiffany: Just look at my nails!

Hoyt: ... Hm. Well, here's the thing, sweetheart. You aint leavin' Ambrose.

Tiffany: *Thinking: Oh fuck no he did not just- * Sweetheart!? Who do you think you're talking to!? I have over 10 kills, and I deserve more respec-

Hoyt: *Covers Tiffany's mouth with his hand* Ah, that's better.

Chucky: *Thinking: I'm going to fuck this douche up- * Hey, no one takes my wife's mouth. *Shoves Hoyt back off her by the chest* 'Cept me.

~

*Hoyt and Thomas bring Chucky back from 'The Box'. He's more fucked up looking then usual, sand all through his hair and stuck to his plastic features. He shakes it out of his pockets.*

Tiffany: *Gasp* Sweetheart!

Chucky: Eugh... it was cold. And dark. Nothin' but sand and a couple of Lincoln logs.

Freddy: Ehhh... I don't think those were Lincoln logs.

~

Ghostface: I was wrong...

Chucky:

Chucky: Ghostface is right. He was wrong.

~

Jennifer: *Fake cries*

~

Chucky: *Slaps a Pidgeon*

~

*Trying to reset Michael back to his former settings/self (The one that knows them and therefore will maybe-perhaps-possibly not kill them*

Freddy: Oh- oh- oh, here we go. there should be a little hole under the switch.

Jason: *Little hole little hold little hole- Nods. Got it!*

Freddy: To reset your Michael Myers action figure, insert paper clip-

Jason: *Sharply turns to Bubba, urging him to put his finger in the hole quickly*

Freddy: Caution; Do not hold button for more then five seconds...

Michael: *Suddenly stops thrashing and goes slack*

Everyone: ...

Bubba: *Jumps off him, holding up his hands. Its not my fault!!*

~

Michael, on Spanish Mode: *Gives Jason two sweet kisses on either cheek*

Jason: *Awkwardly, slowly holds up sign:* We gotta switch him back.

~

Ghostface: Oh! Mikey!!

Michael, still on Spanish Mode: *Sees Ghostface*

Michael: *Drops to his knees, gathers up Ghostface's hand*

Michael: *Looks up at Ghostface in utter awe and admiration*

Ghostface: *Freaken freaked out. Shouldn't he be the creepy one in this outfit? Leans away* Uhh... did you fix Michael?

Freddy: Uh, sorta. I mean I for one think this is a huge improvement.

~

Michael, STILL on Spanish Mode: *Does a dance of feelings around Ghostface, wanting to express himself*

Ghostface: What- why- please stop I'm gonna pee myself- Of laughter or fear I have no idea but I WILL PEE

Michael: *Grabs and dips Ghostface, and holds up a sign* We will be the most famous killers in history, together.

Ghostface: *Thinking: Oh I can get behind that, hell yeah- *

Jason: *Arrives*

Ghostface: Oh- *Scrambles out of Michaels hold* JASE!

Michael: *Watches them move on together* *Throws down the sign*

Freddy: I suddenly feel disgusting, like... I somehow ended up in some kinda... love-square, of some kind...

~

Jason: *Nicely gestures for Michael to give him some help*

Michael, stillllllll on Spanish mode: *Sniffs his nose at Jason's hand, shoving him out of the way with one arm like no thank you.*

~

Jennifer: Authority should derive from the consent of the governed. Not from the threat of force! // Or, alternatively which I think fits a whole lot better- // I am not going to stand back here and let another fucking old white guy tell me what the fuck to do!

Chucky and Freddy, two old white guys: *Look at each other*

Chucky:

Freddy:

Chucky and Freddy: *Shrug*

And that's it seeing as I don't really wanna see Toy Story 4. I hope you enjoyed this silly thing with me at least a little XD

Okay so I got a little attached in the end.

[theysayitscrazy]

Depression Bites

This one is for @rebelwrites She was feeling a little down today and reached out to friends for a little pick me up. Here you go darlin, I hope it helps. If even just a little bit.

Clay Spenser x Reader

You’re feeling a little down and overwhelmed and your man comes to cheer you up.

The walls feel like they’re closing in on you. It’s a perfectly beautiful sunny summer day out, but you feel like a rain cloud is hanging over your head. You feel like you’re drowning and barely managing to stay afloat. Nothing you seem to do can shake the feeling. Like you aren’t good enough. That overwhelming feeling of drowning rises up again and you fight the urge to scream.

You look around the house and see nothing but messes everywhere. Laundry piled up on couches, half folded, half dirty, you don’t even know at this point. There are stacks of dishes piled by the sink and you’re officially out of clean silverware.

Work was a whole other nightmare. The special project you were in charge of was behind. You spent the day trying to get that caught up, only for your inbox to be neglected. The forty unread emails at the end of the day really set you over the edge. The feeling of despair bubbling over.

You logged off your work PC feeling defeated and turn and face your mess of a living room. The small apartment walls were closing in and you didn’t understand why. You’d been so happy last weekend. You and Clay had gotten away, just the two of you for a full three days. He’d taken some leave time to ensure you wouldn’t be interrupted.

You had finally felt connected again. After years together, things sometimes got stagnant with any long-term relationship, but Clay always made sure to remind you just how much you meant to him. He had surprised you with your favorite flowers the morning of your get away. He’d been extra attentive all weekend. Catering to your every whim while away. Ice cream for breakfast? You got it.

He’d be so extra sweet all weekend, and then you’d come home and back to reality. Not that he wasn’t sweet at home, just life got in the way. He’d been spun up the day after you returned and had been in and out ever since.

While you tried to navigate the mess that had become your home and life. You had both been so exhausted from your weekend away that you had dumped the bags on the floor by the door when you walked in. Taking one day off of work, had set you back several DAYS, and while your boss was understanding, you felt like you were failing.

Work from home life was getting to you. The lack of human interaction was getting to you. You weren’t made to sit at home, you were meant to lead the pack and run the social circles.

You head into the bedroom of the small one-bedroom apartment and climbed into the unmade bed. More clothes littered the floor than you cared to admit. You can’t help the tears that run down your face as you pull the covers over your head.

You hate this feeling. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. You don’t understand how you could go from so fricken happy while you were away, to feeling this low and shitty a week later.

You hear the front door open and sigh. You know what he sees when he walks in the house. A mess, everywhere. “Babe,” he calls out.

You don’t have the energy to respond.

You hear his feet pad across the hardwood floors and then the bed dips as he gets on it. “Hey, you a sleep?” his voice is soft as he slides across the bed and wraps his arms around you. He cradles you within his strong arms and hold on tight, pulling you back against his hard body.

Somewhere along the way, he’d lost the shirt and you can feel his smooth, hot skin slid against yours as his strong arms cradle you against him. “Hey, you okay?” he asks, when he finally gets a look of your tear streaked face.

You shake your head no, and it breaks your heart to see the pain in his eyes. His pain, for your pain. You reach out and run a hand over his scruffy beard. He’d been growing it out lately, knowing how much you enjoyed it.

You roll over, and he turns with you, so he’s lying flat on his back with you resting your head on his shoulder. His arms stay wrapped tightly around you and you shudder out a sigh of contentment as you relax into his body. You idly run a hand across his bare chest and just breathe in his scent.

You close your eyes and just feel the moment.

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and says, “You know it’s going to be okay, right? Whatever it is.” He squeezes you tighter and you let the tears fall down your face.

That feeling overwhelming drowning threatens to rise up again, but Clay turns again and faces you. He pulls you into him, so your head is cradled against his chest and tangles your legs together. His powerful arms are wrapped tightly around you and you drape an arm over his side, running your hand across his bare back idly.

You love the feeling of his smooth skin, the way the muscles ripple and contract from your touch, and your touch alone.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers in your ear.

You smile faintly, but he can’t see it. Your head is buried in his chest.

“Your strong, and fierce, and brave,” he whispers, peppering your head with kisses in between each word. “You can take on the world and kick its ass with just a messy bun and a little bit of coffee,” you can feel his grin as he kisses your forehead.

You smile into his chest, feeling slightly better.

“Even if your toes smell like cottage cheese,” he adds.

“Hey!” you huff with a watery laugh and smack his chest.

His laughter sends you over the edge and you giggle. God, you love the sound of his laughter.

“You’re an ass,” you inform him, a smile on your face as you look up at him.

His beautiful baby blue eyes are twinkling down at you as he gives you one of his very best smiles. One of those charming, only reserved for you, grins. “But I’m your ass, though,” he reminds you.

“Yeaaah,” you murmur, rubbing his beard. “Yeah, you are.”

He tucks your hair behind your ear and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “How about some ice cream for dinner and shitty movie on Netflix?”

You laugh and then say, “I know you did not just try and turn this moment into a Netflix and Chill, Spenser,” you roll your eyes.

He presses another kiss to your lips and chuckles, “I wouldn’t dream of it babe.”

“Would too,” you huff, a smile on your lips.

“Can I blame a guy for tryin? My girl is damn beautiful with her messy bun and stinky toes,” he smirks up at you.

“Oh, hell no!” you huff and poke him a particularly ticklish spot on his side.

He jumps and giggles like a fricken school girl.

You have a wide grin on your face as you stare down at your man in bed. For the moment you feel better. You can let the outside noise drift away and focus on the handsome and dorky man in your bed. “Alright, ice cream and Netflix,” you agree.

He sits up and presses a kiss to you lips before he pulls you into another bear hug. “I love you. Everything is going to be okay. You’ll see. It’s just a shitty day. It’ll pass. You’ll kick this in the ass too.”

You breathe a watery sigh and hold on tight to his broad and muscular body. “God damn, I love you too,” you respond and kiss his shoulder. You close your eyes and get lost in the feeling of the safeness that was your man.

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Cuddles

Have a cute Ray x Reader! he needs more love so i made something cute and fluffy for him.

Rated G

Every once in a while Ray and I get together and have a movie night and sleepover. Its been a long ass time since our last one since he and the boys went on tour. I mean, I went with them too cause I’m an honorary band member helping with lyrics and harmonies but still. Being cooped up in a bus and shitty hotels kind of ruins any prospect of a fun movie night with your best friend, especially when everyone else keeps trying to get you two together. Not that I totally mind cause of my huge crush on Ray but still! It makes things awkward and it's frustrating. 

Anyway, tonight was the perfect night for us to have a sleepover! It was supposed to rain and potentially thunder which means its perfect for some scary movies, maybe an attempt at cuddling on the couch before he leaves to sleep in his bed and I crash on said couch. I can dream. Plus other than the storm, Gerard said he was going out tonight so Ray and I got the living room to ourselves.

I threw on some leggings and a comfy sweatshirt to wear over since it's nice and cold outside, while I packed a long sleeve pajama top and matching pants. Along with some shorts that match the color of my patterned pjs. You never know if their apartment heater is going to  decide to actually work or not. I put my toothbrush and face wash in my bag, then head down stairs to wait for Ray to come pick me up. 

As I reach the bottom of the stairs I take my phone out to check the time. It’s only around 5:30 but Ray and I wanted to get an early start so we can hang out more and catch up. As I pocket my phone I hear a car coming around the corner, I didn’t want to get my hopes up but thankfully I see Ray’s old car coming straight to me.

“Hey there stranger,” Ray greets as I open the door.

“Hey yourself, asshole.” I laughed buckling in. 

Ray chuckled, “You ready for our movie night?” He made his way out of the alley and back to the main roads.

“Of course I am! It's been so fricken long since we hung out, just the two of us.” I smiled watching the buildings go by.

“I know. I’m excited too.” Ray paused turning the music up a little. “Should we get pizza or chinese food tonight?”

“Hmm I feel like pizza and ice cream are in order for tonight,” I laughed looking at him. 

He smiled, “That sounds perfect.” 

“Good,” I said before turning the radio up louder as ACDC played. 

The rest of the ride went by quickly with us chatting or singing along to the radio. We got out of the car civilly but as soon as we approached the stairs leading to the apartment we raced each other. Ray beat me up, but just barely.

“I would have fucking won, if it weren’t for your long ass legs.” I huffed trying to catch my breath.

Ray just laughed as he unlocked his apartment. Walking in we took our shoes off and I dropped my bag down next to their couch before throwing myself on it. 

“Yes, of course. Make yourself at home,” Ray said from the kitchen, making me laugh. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good.” I moved so I was sitting on my side of the couch like usual and Ray came and sat down next to me. 

We popped in a chill movie that we both had seen a bunch, but not Star Wars because we both get distracted by actually watching it, that way we could call in for dinner and just chat for a while. We talked the entire time only pausing to get the pizza delivery and then to take bites of our pizza. Once we finished the pizza we put on a classic scary movie to watch since the clouds were heavy now and the setting sun was invisible. 

“Should I turn the lights off?” I asked as Ray fast forwarded through the dumb commercials. 

“Yeah, let's get spooky.” He chuckled. 

I got up from my warm place and walked into the kitchen hitting those lights first before turning off the one in the living room. As I plopped back down into my spot I accidentally sat closer to Ray than before. Or was he now closer to me?

“Sorry,” I mumbled as my shoulder brushed his arm. I made to move but Ray stopped me.

“No, it’s fine. We could, uh cuddle like we sometimes do.” Ray said. “Or I could just throw this blanket over us. It’s clean, I promise.” Ray chuckled, grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch.

“As long as Gerard hasn’t puked on it, I assume it's clean.” I let out a laugh. Ray laughed as well as he threw the blanket over our legs. “And uh cuddling is fine,” I say fighting the blush that's trying so hard to show. Thank god for the lights being off. 

“Okay, cool.” Ray mumbled as he settled back into the couch throwing his arm over my shoulder casually, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into him as the opening terror sequence finally started. 

We went through the movie like that, under a blanket with Ray’s arm around me. I could feel every breath he took and it felt like my nerves were wired. This did not help at all especially because I had not seen this horror movie before and I jumped in my seat at nearly every jumpscare. But Ray was tense too, something tells me he took this movie from Gerard and hadn’t seen it himself yet either. 

“Well that was a good movie,” Ray said as the credits rolled.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.” I confessed shaking my head in an attempt to erase the scary realism of the movie from my memory. 

Ray laughed awkwardly. “Uh yeah. I feel the same way.”

“Ughh,” I groaned leaning into Ray and putting my forehead against his chest.

Ray’s arms wrapped around me in a hug. “Should we watch a Disney movie now?”

I nodded, hiding my face in his hug.

BANG!

I jumped at the loud sound and Ray tightened his arms around me. I glanced up at him and we made brief eye contact before we heard a thump at the door. We both turned our heads to glare down the door in hopes that it wasn’t the fucking killer from the movie. The sound of keys in the door and its opening made us both relax slightly. The outline of a man could be seen as the door opened and the light from the porch shone down on him. 

“Ayy! Y/n! I didn’t know you were coming over!” A drunk Gerard said from the door way, flicking the lights on. 

Ray and I sighed, the tension leaving us. Ray let go of me quickly, mumbling a sorry as I turned to face Gerard.

“Yeah, Ray and I are having a movie night. You also scared the crap out of us!” I said loudly, pulling my feet up onto the couch under the blanket.

“Sorry, sorry.” Gerard waved a hand at us as he walked into the kitchen getting a bottle of water. 

“Sorry,” Ray said quietly next to me.

I turned and looked up at him. “Why are you apologizing? He’s my friend too, I should apologize to you.” I said, poking him softly in the chest.

Ray laughed, “Okay I guess. But I mean we planned this because he wasn’t going to be here and now.” Ray shrugged.

“It’s fine.” I smiled softly at him

“Kay, I’m out of here. You two,” Gerard pointed at us as he walked towards his room. “Keep being cute and don’t wake me up unless you’re getting murdered.” Gerard said sternly.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at my drunk friend. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” Gerard mumbled. We could hear him bump into the wall before closing his door. 

“What a dork.” I said looking up at Ray.

“I know, it’s getting better though.” He said looking at the hallway our friend disappeared down.

“I know. It’ll get better one day.” I said softly. 

“Umm so,” Ray shook his head. “A disney movie? Yeah?” 

I laughed, “Yeah that sounds great.” 

Ray got up from the couch and took out the horror movie before replacing it with Beauty and the Beast. 

“Aww I love this movie!” I said as Ray settled back down next to me.

“I know,” Ray smiled, wrapping his arm around me again. Tonight was the best cuddling night ever! Even if it's platonic cuddling… whatever. 

We watched the movie cuddling under the blanket and Ray was beginning to nod off. Once the movie ended I suggested that Ray head to bed but Ray told me that I should take his bed in case Gerard gets up and makes noise in the kitchen. I tried to convince I would be fine but he insisted he take the couch and I take his bed. Somehow I managed to convince him that we should just share his bed. How my brain supplied that without overwhelming embarrassment beats me. Ray agreed though so it’s a win. I grabbed my bag and went to the bathroom to change and get ready for bed while Ray went and changed in his room. 

Once I was all changed, I headed into Ray’s room where he was throwing clothes in his hamper.

“Your room wasn’t clean, was it?” I looked up at him.

“Uhhh no.” 

I laughed before dropping my bag down on his floor at the end of his bed, “So do you want the wall or do I get the wall?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You can pick.” He shrugged.

I nodded and hopped into his bed scooting towards the wall. Ray flicked the lights off once I was settled and came and joined me. I could feel the bed dip and then the warmth coming from Ray as he laid next to me. The rain chose that wonderful time to start pouring down. 

“Perfect timing,” Ray whispered in the darkness.

“Hahaha it is.” I said back. “I wish I could always fall asleep to the rain.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to live somewhere with more rain. I know we’re in Southern California for the music industry but, it would be nice to live somewhere with actual weather.” I laughed slightly as the rain poured on the roof and down the gutters. 

    “That would be nice. I’d like that too.” 

Light flashed through the window.

“You think that was lightning or a car?” I asked.

“Hmm, maybe lightning.” Ray said softly.

We waited in silence for a while but no thunder.

“I guess it was a car,” I said sadly. But as I finished thunder could be heard in the distance.

“The storm must be far away,” Ray spoke, nudging  me in the arm softly.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll count next time.” 

“Haha okay, okay.” 

Light flashed again in the room after a few moments and I started counting. “One mississippi, two mississippi,” Ray chuckled next to me. “Three mississippi, four mississippi, five mississippi, six mississippi, seven mississippi, eight-” Thunder started to rumble then. “The storm is getting closer.” I said quietly.

“Yeah.” 

“Hey, Ray?” I asked looking up at the ceiling. 

“Yeah y/n?” 

“Do you like cuddling?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“Do you want to?” I turned my head to look at him. “It's nice and rainy, I feel like it's perfect weather for cuddling.”

He looked at me as light flashed again, “okay.”

“One mississippi, two mississippi,”

“Oh my gosh,” Ray laughed.

I put my finger up to silence him as I counted to five mississippi's. “Oh it's even closer now.”

“Haha yeah.” Ray took a deep breath, “Do you want to be the little spoon or big spoon?”

I looked back at him, “When the smaller person is the big spoon it's called being a jetpack.” 

Ray cracked up at that. He sat up and had to catch his breath before looking down at me again. “Alright do you want to be the jetpack or the little spoon?” He laughed leaning on his elbow to look at me. 

I laughed, “I feel like you don’t want to be the little spoon, so I’ll be the little spoon.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I don’t want to.” Ray laughed lying down next to me. 

I laughed too, turning away from him to face the wall. “I bet it’s cause you’re tall, you only know how to be the big spoon.” 

Ray brushed his hand over my waist before letting his arm wrap around my stomach, “You’re right about that. Plus I like being the big spoon.” He said, his breath warm on my hair.

“Sorry if my hair is in the way.”

“It’s fine, your hair smells nice.” There was silence for a moment “Uh sorry.”

“Haha it's okay, my shampoo does smell nice.” I whispered.

Lightning flashed again in the room. 

“One mississippi, two mississippi,” thunder cracked loudly above our heads.

“I guess it is perfect weather for cuddling.” Ray whispered.

“I know right,” I responded quietly. 

We laid there listening to the rain pound down on the roof around us and tinkle down the eaves of the roof.

“Sorry if my hand is bothering you,” He said after a while.

“You’re okay,” I said, moving my arm to rest on his before placing my hand on his at my stomach. “It’s nice.”

“Yeah?"

“Yeah.” I smiled to myself feeling his hand beneath mine and the massive blush on my face. I was glad we were in the dark. Ray moved his fingers a bit before threading his up with mine and holding them.

“Is this okay?” He breathed.

“Yeah.” I said quietly, tightening my fingers with his. Lightning flashed into the room once more but I could barely keep my eyes open. I closed them, not bothering to count as I waited for the thunder. Ray’s warmth behind me added with the sound of far off thunder lulled me to sleep in the cozy bed. 

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My friend’s opinion of the obey me bros

-Happy Holidays Everyone!!-

-sorry this got kinda long, i put a cut to help-

Lucifer- 

“My bish is like 60 years old I know they’re demons and are probably immortal but what happened to him. Can we talk about his feet? Like those are some ugly feet sir. the coat im kinda digging tho. He kinda reminds me of a villan in like a Disney movie that all the girls had a crush on. OMG, i got it he looks like a human version of like Scar or something, maybe curella de vils dog in the live action movie that is really small and mean. He got big d*ck energy, he probably is the oldest and the head of all of them, ima take a wild guess and say hes the oldest but idk anything about this game”

Mammon-

“Is he gay? Hes gay, ok now that we have established that he is definitly that one gay that every girl had a crush on because hes so pretty, i like the sassiness of the pose. The hair is kinda messing me up tho. Hes a middle child, but like an older middle child, and probably talks crap about 1 brother, but just 1 tho. I KNOW WHY HE LOOKS SO GAY! its because if you take all of the Yuri on Ice characters and mix them together you get him. Hes definitly a huge flirt, he still flirts with women even tho hes gay. Those nails tho idk how to feel about them.”

Leviathan- 

“ hahahahaha, his motherfricking hands! I can’t i’m dying! He got really big shoulders and can’t cook for shizz, can’t decide if hes a tsundere or a jacka*s, probably had a one direction phase, it takes his hours to do his hair but hes like i just woke up like this bish no u didn’t don’t lie you didn’t, hes definitely not emo but definitely not happy just sad a lot, hes definitely touch starved, very serious, a tiny bit gay like sir look at that nail polish, he probably has multiple snakes, you know how in the last one i said that mammon bullies one of his brothers, well this is him. Yeah, definitely. He is the next child after mammon, but since mammon is an fboi leviathan has to step up. He probably has a daddy kink let’s be honest here. Hes a secret brony, always talks about how much he likes wine and white wine is his favorite because he wants to be quirky but he secretly likes red wine, the type of person where they feel like they are always being shown up by their siblings, the way to his heart is to validate him, he prolly got some ugly toenails tho. Like he has really nice feet but those toenails are so gosh freaking ugly. 3 out of 10 im not into tsundere like bish just tell your feels im not gonna be playin this and the toe nails are a deal breaker as well.”

Satan- 

“I love this man, hes a narssisistic a**hole but i love him. Those eyes are beautiful, that ombre under the shirt, beautiful. The confidence to wear that green cardigan, immense, the shoes, THE SHOES! The jacket matches everything and im living for it, the belt i would 100% wear, the pants are the only thing i would change but his beauty can pull it off. He is definitly flamboyant, was probably the first person to flirt with mc, an actor/superstar, was featured in Hanna Montana when he was like 8. He gives everyone gay nicknames just to piss them off. He gives me 22 year old vibes, lives with the delusion that he has a fat a*s but he flatter then tooru oikawa. He is asian, you can not tell me he isnt asian. Was a super cool preschooler. So gay he straight. Has a million wigs and just flips it around, I give him an 8/10 i would have given him a higher score but i need more of dad material not daddy material, but minor details.”

Asmodeus-  

“This is Hisoka’s long lost cousin, that hair is working for him tho. The gayest thing alive, makes James Charles quake. You know he wears corsets to look snatched. Hot topic, I think yes. Red isn’t his color, but pink sure is. I don’t have much to say as i kinda described him in the last one, but I do have a bone to pick with those cuff things on his pants, like sir no just stop it looks stupid and you will never get a boyfriend that way.”

Beelzebub- 

“Oh, oh no. Ok so is there a word for a furry but like a bug? Cause that is him, his neck makes me uncomfortable, but he is thiqqqq. Very agressive and emo, but like mad emo not sad emo. I really hate his belt. He for sure has a size kink. His man boobs are huge. I would only marry him for his jacket, that’s it. This man has pet cockroache. I give him a 2/10 I really don’t like his design and I can’t deal with those wings like boi what are you 3? Hes probably soft tho.”

Belphegor- 

“OK now onto Belphegor, first of all I love his name. He give off questioning his sexuality vibes. Favorite movie was Titanic. A fricken pro at eyeliner, like sir teach me your ways. He definitely started a cult when he was 15, OH MY GOODNESS!! he was that kid that wouldn’t eat his sandwich unless the crusts were cut off and it was cut into triangles. He just learned how to tie his shoes like last year because he always wore Velcro sneakers. He needs to turn that frown upside down. Does this man have freaking hip dips? KYTCKG I can’t he has hip dips, omg i love him lol. He is very relatable. Actually pretty smart, isn’t super out there but will catch you off guard by flirting with you out of the blue. I don’t really like his vibe but I would for sure adopt him. 7/10 i really like him a one of my children, but i wouldn’t date him but 100% make his lunch for school. I do get slight cow vibes tho.”

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Hey guys, so I am really sorry for the sad stories so far but Coronacation is doing a toll on my mental health so… If ya want something different, request it!

Warning: SELF HARM

Word count: 2480 words (The longest thing i’ve ever fricken written in my life!)

You looked down at your hand, seeing it covered in red. So were your forearms, shoulders, collarbone, and thighs. You placed the blood tinted blade down on your bathroom counter and turned your attention to your mirror. Your hair was matted and greasy, your eyes were a dull shade of (eye color), your smile that was always hiding your feelings gone. You had reduced yourself to who you truly were. A person who had no healthy way of coping with the anxiety and depression they had. You continued to stare at your reflection for a few more minutes until you heard your phone ring. It was the BAU alerting you that you had a new case. 

You sighed and jumped into the shower for the first time in a week and washed clean of dried blood. You wore a pair of black jeans, a tank top, a big hoodie, and a pair of converse. You threw your hair up into a messy bun, grabbed your go-bag, and went on your way to meet the rest of the team.

You got into the elevator from the parking garage at the same time as Hotch, your boss and best friend, which was the last thing you wanted right now. “I thought you were sick. Are you feeling better?” He asked

“Oh, yeah. I feel fine now, thanks for asking.” You laughed as you messed with the hood of your hoodie, making sure that your cuts were covered.

Hotch noticed your odd behavior but made no comment on it. You rushed out of the elevator and directly to the conference room in an attempt to stay out of view as long as possible. Everyone gathered in the room and the meeting started. You didn’t pay attention, you could barely look at your team without wanting to run out of the room and back to your prison of comfort. You felt so inferior to your team. They were all so professional and quick on their feet. They were all so confident and you saw yourself as the opposite. You saw yourself as a burden to the team, that they’d be better off without you.

“Hey Y/N, let’s go. Hotch said Wheels up in 20, Babygirl.” Morgan mumbled as you felt him rub your shoulder. You winced and pulled away from his touch. You knew that had definitely confused him since you normally returned his physical affections with some of your own. You both walked out of the room to get ready for the trip out to Jacksonville, Florida.

~Time Skippies~

You had finally caught the Unsub. Although it was surprisingly early in the morning when you did so you had the rest of the day in Florida, in summer, to hang out. And of course, JJ, Prentiss, and Morgan got everyone to decide on going to the beach. You knew that you were screwed whether you went to the beach or stayed at the hotel.

(You chose to go to the beach)

You sighed as you pulled on your swimsuit and thought of ways that you could hide the cuts on your shoulders and thighs but to no avail. You looked through our go bag one more time and decided to pull on a pair of shorts that were barely long enough to cover your cuts and scars and pulled a lightweight hoodie over your torso. “Come on, Y/N! Let’s go!” Yelled an excited Garcia as the bathroom door was pushed open. 

You smiled, grabbed your (bag of choice), and headed out with the ret of the team to the beach. When you finally found a spot to set up everyone laid their towels down and split up to do their own things. You decided to stay near everyone’s things and watch the ocean. After a few minutes you started looking through your bag for your phone and earbuds so you could listen to music but to no avail. You don’t know why exactly but this small little inconvenience set you off. 

You started hyperventilating and you felt tears sting your eyes. On top of that you were growing increasingly hot by the minute. “Miss, are you okay?” Asked a small voice. You looked up to see a little girl staring at you. You let out a breathy laugh and smiled.

“Oh, I’m just a little sad. Nothing for you to worry about.”

“Well i know that going in the water makes me happy. Maybe it will make you happy too!” She bounced excitedly when you agreed to go into the water and play with her. But you failed to see Hotch coming back to your area with food in hand before taking off the hoodie and shorts you were using as a cover up.

You had barely gotten into the cool water and the little girl was already splashing you with water. You continued your water fight for about 15 minutes before her parents called her out of the water. You turned around to head back to your things but noticed that your boss was sitting on his towel next to yours waiting for you. Your anxiety came back and told you to turn around and stay in the water but you had already made eye contact with Hotch who was motioning for you to come back to the team’s spot.

You tried your best to get your shorts and hoodie on without Hotch seeing your cuts and scars and you thought it worked but you realized you were sorely mistaken when you sat down. “Take your hoodie off. You can’t hide them forever, Y/N” Hotch sighed. You looked to him with wide eyes.

“Hotch, I-I don’t know what you mean?”

“You don’t have to be afraid alright? Just let me see, please.”

Your eyes watered as you weakly pulled the hoodie over your head and off of your arms.Hotch looked at your defeated form as you slumped down and turned away from his gaze. You sat in tears and he just stared at you. No words spoken, no way of knowing what he was thinking. It was terrifying and you just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep for a few weeks or for as long as it takes to get rid of the ever present tiredness you’ve felt for so long. “Hey, look at me. I’m not mad or disappointed. I just wanna help you.” Hotch soothed as he gently rubbed up and down your arm. You anxiously met his gaze with your own to find the most caring eyes that you have seen in months. He opened his arms wide and you gladly accepted his embrace. 

You felt safe in his arms but you had never told him that. You didn’t want to mess up the relationship that the both of you had already. So you enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you for as long as you could. 

Sadly that came to an end when the team came back without warning. You were mortified to say the least, having your scars on display for your misfit family’s viewing pleasure. Penelope was the first to say something. “Oh, Sugar! Those look so painful. Let me help you.” She gasped as she entered Mom mode. She grabbed a bottle of lotion from her bag and started applying it to your cuts. Spencer and JJ started asking if you were seeing a therapist or if there was any way that they could help you, which you brushed away with an “I’m fine” Even though you know that excuse wouldn’t work anymore. Morgan looked at you with sad eyes but said nothing and Prentiss was hugging your side. Hotch was on your other side, just holding your hand.

On the jet, everyone fell asleep except for you. You felt so guilty for worrying the team that you were trying to hide in your hoodie and just calm yourself from today’s events. Hotch walked into the cabin and slid into the booth beside you. “Hey, come here. Let me hug you.” He mumbled as he pulled your body into his side. You ended up with Hotch sitting in the window seat and you on his lap, legs extended to the neighboring seat. “You know I love you, right? You can always come to me. I wish you felt safe confiding in me. I wish I could cuddle all the bad thoughts out of you but I can’t. At least not yet. What I’m meaning to say is that I have feelings for you.” 

You moved your head to look at his face. You smiled and nuzzled your face back into the crook of his neck. “I have feelings for you too, Aaron.” You fell asleep as he kissed the top of your head, safe in his arms.

(You stayed at the Hotel)

“Please come with us?” Whined Garcia as she sat at the foot of your hotel bed. You giggled and set your book down. 

“Sorry Technology Goddess, but I would rather stay in an air conditioned room with a good book than get a sunburn and be sweaty on the jet home. Thanks for the offer though.” The group of girls sighed but honored your wish and went to the beach without you. After a few chapters of reading even the air cooler was struggling to keep you cool so you decided to switch into a loose tank top and a pair of shorts.

You eventually got bored of reading so you put your headphones in and listened to (Podcast/Music/other media) with your eyes closed. Unfortunately you thought that everyone left the hotel with the girls but in reality Hotch stayed back at the hotel as well. Therefore you left yourself unguarded from unwanted eyes. You jumped when you heard the door open.

“Hey, Y/N. I was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat with the team?” Hotch said as he turned around to close the door. You quickly hid yourself with the bed comforter and tried to calm your heart beat. Hotch looked a little confused but walked over to you. “I know you’re awake, come on. Don’t make me drag you off the bed.” He laughed as you pulled the comforter tighter around yourself. 

“Go away Hotch, I’m not hungry.”

In one sharp tug, you felt the cold air hit your skin as Hotch stood with your makeshift shield in hand. You felt the burn of his gaze on your body as you tugged at your clothes, trying to cover your cuts and scars as much as possible. You didn’t even realize the bed dip next to you until you felt Hotch’s arm wrap around you. You desperately pulled at your clothes as Hotch pulled you back to lean against him. He himself had propped himself up on the pillows and headboard. “Hey, hey, stop. It’s alright. You're with me. You’re safe.” Hotch soothed as you curled into his side.

You pushed away from him but he held you tighter. You fought for a few minutes but eventually gave up. You looked down in a last ditch effort to not talk about the elephant in the room. You felt tears run down your face as hotch pulled you closer to him, doing his best to comfort you. It felt nice to just sit with him and cuddle in silence. But the silence came to an end when hotch shifted in his position. He moved you in between his legs with your back resting on his chest. “Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell me? We could have helped you.” Hotch asked, voice wavering. 

You felt a tear drop on your shoulder as he pulled the blanket back around the both of you. “I was ashamed, Hotch. I’m responsible for so many lives but I can’t seem to get mine under control. I feel like everything is more than I can handle. That’s why I've been gone for a week. I was sitting alone in my apartment just feeling sorry for myself. Everyone on this team is amazing and has a role to play in our family of misfits but I don’t know where I fit, Hotch.” Your walls began to crack and cave under your boss’s gaze. Hotch’s arms grew tighter around you and you turned so you were hugging him.

He kissed the top of your head. “You are the member who keeps this family going when there are no strands of hope to grasp. You become a mother when you need to, a best friend, a shoulder to cry on, someone to call at 3 AM when the job gets too much. Y/N, You are the heart of this team when we want to stop beating.” Hotch murmurs into your hair. Eventually you both end up cuddling in the blanket cocoon that you made. 

About a half hour later, both of you were sleeping peacefully but a sharp knock on the door broke you out of your trance. You whined and pushed yourself into Hotch. The door opened to reveal the whole team with take-out bags filled with food. “So that’s why you didn’t answer your phones.” Rossi stated as everyone else filed into the room. Hotch sat up and looked at you. 

“Do you want me to grab your hoodie?” He whispered. You turned to face the group nodding your head. But before you could get your hoodie on Garcia saw a few scars and cuts from an uncovered shoulder. 

She gasped and walked over to you. “Come here, Gorgeous.” You went to protest but that was cut short when you were yanked off of the bed to reveal the rest of your cuts. The team looked over your shaking form with concerned eyes. Garcia sat you on the desk chair in the room and started rubbing lotion on your cuts, making them feel better instantly. Spencer started asking you if you were seeking help and if you needed help finding a professional. JJ and Emily went through your bag grabbing you a new hoodie and not so secretly confiscating anything that could be used as a self-harm tool. Derek was knelt in front of you, wrapping your cuts with bandages and muttering about how they should have noticed. Rossi was sorting out food and pouring people drinks so that you weren’t overcrowded. 

Once everything calmed down, everyone was hanging out in your hotel room watching daytime television shows and eating. You were in between Hotch and Derek on one of the beds. “Hey, babygirl. You know you can talk to us right? We are your family.” Derek commented as he kissed the side of your head. Hotch quickly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side out of jealousy. You smiled to yourself. “I do now.”

[friiday-thirteenth]

right right right c a m p

ok. ok so it was very long and I'm unbelievably tired but also my head says write it down so uh

day one- five hour bus ride. it was fun, bc the person I was sitting beside slept the whole time and I got to joke around with the guys, who were surprisingly chill. they only brought up p*rn once, which is like.... good for them all things considered lmao

then we had the tramp in. the campsite where we were staying at the first night was the farthest from base, and one group biked in while the other tramped.

my groups tramp took s i x h o u r s. no other groups went over five. we had to keep stopping bc a) one kid was feeling sick, b) one kid rolled her ankle and c) we weren't allowed to sprint off into the Bush and potentially die without an instructor with us.

so there were like, four of us who were constantly at the front, and they were: me, my crush, my crushes best friend, bitch-who-bullied-me.

twas interesting.

we got the campsite in the dark, after a river crossing in which my socks got soaked, as did my shoes, and the tents and food were already sorted for us so that was great. food was shit, though. mince that was half brown water and cold pasta.kept us going, though, and as became my motto throughout camp, food is food.

that night was the only time I cried. kinda sad, tbh, but it was bc on the 'girls' side (as we all know that if the boys and girls tents were together, absolutely everyone would just be going at it, of course (jfc they have a low opinion of year tens (we sorta deserve it though, stuff happened with last years year tens...))) everyone else was paired up and even the people in three person tents didnt want me in there 🥰🥰🥰🥰 really felt the love there, guys.... jokes on them I slept by myself each night and was ready within five minutes each morning. actually really glad they showed how much they didnt care abt me bc it was really nice being alone in the wilderness, and that's not sarcasm.

anyway. day two.

woke up, was ready within ten minutes bc I woke with the leaders, who wake ten minutes before we're meant to and get themselves and breakfast ready before we're up. (I'm really fast at waking up, but take ages to go to sleep. like, everyone has to stfu before my body's able to start shutting down, and as soon as there's people moving around I'm up like a shot.)

anyway. I had eaten breakfast and was washing up before anyone else came out. next kid out was my crush, and we bitched about people taking forever for a while, which was fun.

then we waited for ages for everyone else to get sorted out, blah blah blah, and we had the bike ride back. 11.5 kilometers, I think,mostly downhill for us.

it was fun! I'm not a brilliant biker, but I kept near the middle-front of the group, and i just. let go of the brakes going downhill. and these hills were bloody steep and gravelly, plus the dips and river crossings.

I didnt fall off the bike, but one kid did lmao. there was this sharp turn before a metal gate, and He saw the gate and started pulling kn the brakes, but he hit the front brakes and just. flipped. the bike crashed into me and he went to the ground.

it was funny in the afterwards, but the kid got rather grazed lmao. he's not dead though, so that's good.

we were at the campsite that was, in my opinion, the coldest that night. also I slept in a three person instead of a two person, and by myself that meant more body heat was going into the tent. brrr. but we also did the nightline activity(hold onto a rope and follow it through the dark forest while blindfolded and with a helmet on. highly recommend it. go do it with friends u trust lmao)

I was behind this slow kid and he tripped at one point so I just. went ahead of him. then I spent around half an hour walking through the dark by myself (I walked into five trees. each time I took a step back, glared at it through the blindfold fifty five seconds and then continued around it with a muttered bitch. I'm nothing if not dramatic.) before I crashed into my crush hehe. it was near the end and we just got to the end at the same time, where two others already were. it was chill, we talked for a while. bullied people who were going through it by whacking trees they were near with sticks and shaking the line as they tried to use it. (we were allowed to, dw)

the next day, we went canyoning and holy frick frack fuckedy fuck fuck, that was c o l d. freezing. I jumped into the water and nearly died (exaggerated) but my crush jumped through a fricken waterfall and couldnt feel his hands or feet for ten minutes. another kid was walking funny bc he'd waited in the water for five minutes, and this shit was cold enough that we were wearing wet suits and thermals.

once we were dry and dressed (we got to have showers. h e a v e n (I only took 10 seconds bc like, why tf would you need a longer one? people took fifteen minutes, like wtf)) we went rock climbing! which was brilliant, honestly. I liked the belaying more (I've got this thing where I prefer people trust me than me trusting them, hmmm I wonder why) but also climbed the hardest one! it was really fun, and I only fell like fourteen time at one point (lmao,the rope caught me each time but I looked like a fuvking idiot hehe)

then we slept at a campsite which had a fire kn the beach!! if was so much fun. we also did a solo, which involved us sitting in the wild for twenty minutes and reflecting upon camp. I lay on the ground and stared at the moon. it was lovely and peaceful, until two kids started talking.

side note, guys voices are lovely and deep and rumbly and very nice (in general) but girls are generally higher pitched and ugh, it can be v e r y bloody annoying when ur trying to contemplate life.

possums visited camp that night. woke up in the middle of it to a possum crashing into the side if my tent, and I just. stopped breathing for a minute while I listened to it. a possum growling sounds terrifying. look it up!

also heard cows that night. cows are good.

day four, we abseiled. holy s h i t, it was fun. just... sitting there and watching the river and and rock and dangling in midair.... god, I loved it.

then we went to the high ropes course. this was b r i l l i a n t. we'd done low ropes st some point, but high ropes involved more belaying, which involved, and then at one point, we did a thing called the leap of faith, which was around eight meters high and you climbed to the top of this cylinder of wood before jumping for a trapeze. I knew I wouldn't get it, so I jumped on two when they counted down for me, and I missed lmao. but it was bloody brilliant.

then we had to do a whole shitton of cleanup,which they don't normally get groups to do, but we were s p e c i a l (as in our school gets to clean things we dont even use, sigh) before camping one last night. I had go share with someone, it was gell, packed up at least four tents in the morning bc I was very good at that for some reason,before we hot back to camp and went to the bus and oh, that was brilliant.

I finished my book, chatted with the guys, chatted with my crush for .5 of a second, had that thkng happen where people see you talking to a guy and are like ooOOooohhHHHHHhhh they're dAtiNG bc we're all stupid year tens and it was fucking hilarious (I've never dated anyone, so peopke bloody obsess over pairing me up with someone and I'm just like??? fuckers I'ma child how abt no (sidenote there was a couple on camp and they were cute but uh. year ten relationships dont really last, according to my year 13 camp leader (she was chill af, and basically showed me a whole new perspective on being friends with guys and so in conclusion she's bloody brilliant))) anyway they came up with a ship name for me and the guy and I nearly pissed myself laughing bc its best to laugh along with it and it was really funny tbh

anyway. we also for some reason talked abt sex and porn a lot and it was weird but also kinda chill bc most of the boys are relatively respectful of the girls,in the sense that we all make dirty jokes to each other but don't cross the line, so it was pretty funny and chill. also guys apparently never stop making dick jokes and that type of shit and it was kinda funny tbh

then we got home, grabbed our shit, and legged it away from there.

now I'm gonna rant abt my crush hehe

he was like, oh who's this? when we were walking to dinner in the dark one night (I was in front of him and his friend and he couldn't see my face) and then fucking knew who I was from the way that I walked like mate, why tf do you know how i walk and how to describe it, hmm?

I flipped him off after he said that though it was fucking funny

also!! he just. stared at my eyes and was like, are your eyes different colors? and I was like yeah. and he just nodded slowly and we maintained eye contact for a while. twas weird.

we have staring contests a lot too?? like, he'll look at me or I'll look at him and then at one point he was like, you just stare at people and then tilt ur head, dont you! and I was like wtf dude,but also I kept eye contact bc its a Thing.

also on the bus ride home he just mimicked my facial expressions and it was really bloody funny and j broke out laughed and he smiled

yeah basically I'm hopelessly crushing on him bc he's smart and sarcastic but it never gonna happen so I just wanna be friends type thing. sigh.

ANYWAY. camp was kinda great, at some points it left me feeling like I was so bloody alone and also I felt really shitty mentally but I kept going and i really enjoyed it! yeah! also i nearly cried when i said goodbye to my instructors bc they were brilliant and I'm gonna miss them so bloody much, I'm sad I'll never see them again.

yeah.

[turquoise-stones]

Save Your Tears

Bakugou x Reader

artist link (a bit nsfw, careful)

Request: hello!! I would like to request a scenario with bakugo and the reader inspired in the lyrics of the song "save your tears" by the weeknd? only if u want of course 😊 angst if it's possible!

A/N: Okay I hope you like it! It’s not a songfic sadly cause I talk too much so it didn’t fit into a the song lmao. Listen on spotify or something cause I realized you can’t actually play a video and read on tumblr :/ Oh and ya’ll are aged up.

. . .

It was painfully stuffy in his blazer, and the ice in his liquor did nothing to help. If Kirishima hadn't of dragged him to this "Top Hero Get Together Party" on the threat that his connections would waver if he didn't attend, Bakugou was certain he would be home sleeping.

An exhausted sigh escaped his lips, and he glanced at the clock, wondering how many more extras he needed to interact with before he was allowed to call it a night and leave. Taking a sip, he winced as the alcohol left a trail of heat down his throat. He wasn't one to drink (he like to be in control of himself) but like most night for the past week, he'd let it slide.

Glancing bitterly at the swaying bodies on the dance floor, his eyes aimlessly searched the crowd again for your figure. But he knew it was pointless because you wouldn't be there, after all, you were never one for par-

Yet there you were.

The mass of bodies parted and for a moment his eyes locked onto your swaying form. The soft overhead lights made you look almost magical as they caught on the creamy material of your dress. The clench of his jaw slackened as you twirled, curled hair flowing out behind you and lips forming a sweet laugh that he could practically hear in his head.

He stood up rapidly as you slipped out of view, barely registering the annoyed grumbling of the bartender as he knocked over his glass. His eyes desperately scanned the crowd, heart suddenly beating painfully fast.

Right as he was about to push his way through the crowd, he spotted you again--and now that the initial shock was gone he noticed something absolutely rage inducing. The reason why you were dancing, the reason why you were smiling... was because you were with Midoriya. With Deku.

The jealousy that burned in his veins was indescribable. Why were you here with Deku? Why did you look so happy?

A low growl slipped from his mouth as Midoriya's hand traveled up to your back, dipping you down with the music. You were glowing on the dance floor, carefree joy practically radiating off you as you swirled. He selfishly wanted you to look at him, to show him that loving and adoring expression he hadn't seen in so long... The longer he stared, the more aware he was of the painful tightness growing in his chest. After all these years with you, did it really take nothing more than a month for you to move on? Were you... over him? Did you already forget?

He bit his lip, a flush of foolishness and shame washing over him. What was wrong with him? It was him that made the mistake, it was his fault that you were in the arms of another man. But by god did he regret it. He regretted everything. Maybe this was his punishment.

He had no right to be jealous, you weren't his to hold. At least not anymore.

As if you could feel his penetrating stare, you finally turned your head to face him. Maybe it was because he was so deprived of you, but the sight was intoxicating. You were beautiful. Even when you flinched and snapped your head away, you were beautiful.

Midoriya placed his hand on your shoulder, looking around for the cause of your alarm. Bakugou watched you shake your head, arms slipping off Midoriya's shoulders as you quickly walked away.

It hurt when he realized that just the sight of him was enough to make you run away. The things he would do to take all that hurt away...

He sat back down, glaring daggers at the bartender cleaning the spill of alcohol in front of him.

"Give me another one."

. . .

He exited the bathroom, letting out a low groan of pain as he subdued the rush of nausea that clouded his head every time he opened his eyes. What was he doing, getting wasted like some out of control teenager... He didn't understand why he couldn't bring himself to leave this damn party.

"Katsuki."

His head shot up, and he winced at the spike of pain that shot through him.

You were so close that he could have reached out and touched you. A pang hit his heart when he noticed how your eyes were puffy, and your cheeks were flushed in a way that told him you weren't any more sober than he was. It was impossible to resist the urge to stare when he hadn't seen your pretty face up close in so long.

"Fuck. (Y/n)."

"I... didn't think you'd be here tonight."

Bakugou let out a grunt, straightening up and leaning a shoulder against the wall for support.

"I'm surprised you're here too."

You let out a humorless chuckle, rubbing your arms self-consciously.

"How... how have you been?"

"Fine." He swallowed, throat dry.

"I'm glad to hear it."

"Hmph."

"Did you... come here with anyone?" You asked cautiously.

"No. Unless you count shitty hair."

You let out a small laugh at the way he addressed Kirishima. As rude as it was, you had missed those stupid nicknames he had for everyone.

"I haven't heard much on the news about Ground Zero lately."

His heart thudded as his hero name escaped your mouth. It was true that for the first time in his life, he had been slacking in his duties. But still, the slightly mocking tone in your voice irked him. "Well it's not like I've been feeling like shit for the past month." He grumbled, annoyed.

The awkward tension resurfaced almost immediately. You stumbled for words but nothing came out.

"What about you?" He questioned, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"You're here with fricken Deku right?"

"Oh... mm yeah."

Bakugou hated the small smile that graced your lips. Why were you smiling for that fucking nerd?

"Why're you with him?" He tried his best to keep the hurt off his voice, but it shone through anyways.

"He asked me to come with him to... cheer me up."

"Are you with him now?" He asked coldly, in contrast with the burning jealousy he felt. The nerve of that bastard.

"No. We're friends." You said firmly.

"Fucking Deku of all people." He snarled. "Of all the shitty extras in the world you chose him."

"I said we're not dating!"

"Deku seems to want to think so."

"Stop! Are you seriously getting jealous!?" You cried in exasperation.

He twitched.

"Fuck yes I'm jealous!" He roared. "We break up and not one month later you're off dancing with that nerd!"

"He's not a nerd, he's a hero just like you and me!"

"Does he touch you?" He asked abruptly, the image of you looking so happy still seared in his mind. "Does he kiss you?"

"Why does it matter!?" You were starting to regret coming up to talk to him.

"Why are you with someone else!?"

"Oh, so I still belong to you!?" You roared back, alcohol fueling your sudden spurt of anger. "You threw away years of us just to fuck some sidekick!"

Deadened silence fell between the two of you. The moment the words left your mouth you wanted to take them back. The two of you had been through this already, all these words had been said before...

"I..." He faltered.

"So don't start." You said breathlessly. "Don't accuse me. You made the mistake Katsuki. I'm just trying to feel better."

He visibly faltered, jealousy ebbing off a bit when he caught the exhausted expression on your face. You looked up at him with a sigh, before joining him in leaning against the wall.

"I don't want to fight... I just want to talk about it." You murmured. "Now that we've had time to think."

An almost imperceptible flinch crossed his face.

"Shit, (y/n)..."

"Well?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." You took a breath. "I'll go first." You said quietly, not wanting to look at him. The utter rage you had felt when you first confronted him after finding out had dissipated with time, only to be replaced by sadness.

"I don't want it to be like this. But, you did hurt me. And I don't know if we can move past that."

"Fuck, I know." He groaned. "I know I screwed up."

You sighed, feeling the frustration prick at the corner of your eyes. Even now, it hurt to see him in pain as well. "But for some stupid reason, I still miss you. I should hate you for what you did, but for some reason I just can't." You let out a derisive laugh. "Isn't that stupid of me?"

You saw him bite his lip out of the corner of your eye.

"I've known you for so long Katsuki. That's why it hurts so much to know you cheated on me. But... that's also why I can't let you go."

You peeked up at him, watching the way his eyes softened at your words.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for... for cheating on you. And for running away."

"Why did you do it?" You asked quietly. His eyebrows tightened and he closed his eyes briefly before refocusing on you.

"I... I don't know."

"I think I deserve an answer."

"I was being an idiot." He grumbled, frustrated.

"You were." You let out a dry chuckle. "But I want a reason."

You waited but his furrowed brows told you that you weren't getting an answer.

"Was I not enough, Katsuki?"

"No." He said firmly, distress edging on his voice. "You were always enough."

"Then why? Why?"

"...you were on a long mission. I was having trouble sleeping without you. And I was frustrated with the job I was on. And my sidekick offered to take the tension away... and it happened."

"And then it happened again."

"...yes."

"And again."

"Yes."

"And again."

"(Y/n)..."

Your face was impassive as you took in his words. The silence that ensued was long enough to cause Bakugou to panic.

"(Y/n) say something." He said desperately, leaning down to try and catch a glimpse of your face hidden by your hair. Reaching out, he touched your cheek, flinching when he felt warm wetness run down his finger.

"Fuck, don't cry."

"I-"

"I'm sorry." He murmured, heart hurting at the sight of you. It was awful seeing you with Midoriya, but seeing you in tears because of his actions was so much worse.

You let our a choked sob, pushing his hand away. He caught on and didn't let go, even though you tried to jerk free.

"Why did you run away?" You asked angrily.

"What?"

"When I caught you. You couldn't even face me."

He cringed, remembering the terrible night you had returned from your mission early, ready to greet him at his agency with a surprise visit.

"I cried for so long you... you asshole." You cried.

"I was afraid of what you would say." He grit his teeth as he forced himself to tell the truth. "I was too damn guilty."

"You stupid idiot... you're such a fucking jerk." You cried, the broken tone of your voice not quite matching your words. "You promised you'd always stay."

"I know."

"You promised you'd always love me."

"I know. I did. I still do."

"Do you?"

"I'm sorry." He said, voice growing softer as he stepped closer again. "I never said it enough. I love you."

The two of you fell into silence once more, the quiet only broken by your occasional sniffles. Bakugou was about to reach for you before you spoke again.

"I want to forgive you." You said, wiping at your running makeup. "But how will I know you won't hurt me again?"

"Fuck, I promise you I won't. This time for real." He said quietly, the rough pads of his thumbs coming up to swipe at the tears you missed.

"Then tell me you're sorry... like you mean it." You said sorrowfully.

Did you know that he would throw every ounce of his pride away for you?

"I'm... sorry." His hands came to rest on your forearms. "I made the mistake. I broke your heart. I took you for granted. You deserve someone so much better than me."

He took a breath, eyes closing momentarily. "I did everything wrong. But if you let me try again... I'll do better. Please take me back. I want you to be mine again."

"Katsuki..."

"I never want to make you cry ever again. So stop... stop."

"Okay." You choked out, unable to manage anything else.

"Okay?" He echoed, surprised at your quick answer. Hooking a finger under your chin, he tilted your face up.

"Y-yeah." You sobbed out, before his grip tightened around you and your face collided right into his chest. He didn't need any more confirmation than that.

"Shit- (Y/n)." His nose burrowed into your hair, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume and squeezing you. He didn't deserve to be forgiven, yet you had it in your heart to forgive him. He wondered how he was blessed with someone as devoted and accepting as you.

"I won't look at anyone other than you. I'll always put your happiness first. I'll always love you. I'll... fuck, (y/n) I'd do anything for you from now on, I promise."

"I hope you're telling the truth..." You sighed, hands coming up to grip the back of his jacket.

"I am."

It was warm and comfortable, a feeling you had been missing for the past month. How much time passed with just the two of you locked in an embrace, you could not tell.

Eventually he let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing circles on your back. "Look how fucking mushy you make me."

You let out a hum of content. You had missed being in his arms.

"It's getting late. Let's go home, (y/n)."

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Masterlist

[softpine]

Im super happy you're taking a break/backing away for a little bit! Whenever you say you're stressed but you feel like you need to post i feel SO bad. Like i just wanna shake you and tell you 'get a fricken break girl!'. So anyways, super proud of you bby! (Also no need to answer this, take your well deserved break and be happy! Love you!! 💞💕💖💗

ahhh sometimes i really do need someone to shake me and tell me it's okay to take a break fksjkf i feel especially guilty because of all this talk about simblr being "dead"; i don't want to contribute to it by dipping out for a week (it won't be a whole week, i'm just doing things much slower than usual) but i really need to focus on school rn because i shouldn't be falling behind on week 2!! omg.. i honestly wish i could spend all my time writing lmaoo sometimes that's the only fulfilling/enjoyable/controlled part of my life, so it sucks even more to have to take a break from it :/ but i'm not good enough to make a career out of it so I'm stuck with the 9 to 5 lol (actually, I've been working on class work from 8 am to 7pm with only a ten minute lunch so...... that's more than a full time job haha... love college)... anyway this answer is all over the place bc my brain is FRIED but ily and i'm so thankful that you're willing to stick around even when i'm not putting out content! that means a lot to me 💖💖

[princeanxious]

Hey so! I'm reading through this fic again for like the fifth time and i gotta shout my love to the rooftops for it aight?

@whatwashernameagain EVA

'Keep Him Safe' is a goddamn MASTERPIECE OKAY.

I am enthralled by each and every chapter, mesmerized by the world you build with every word. Each character rich in backstory, rich in their own personal conflict, everyone has their own interpersonal connections with one another and their whole complex group dynamic is set up so gosh darn freaking well that my heart still soars and drops with each and every word. I get so excited rereading the happy and fluffy rises in story and have legitimately cried from the dips in anguish that the story has conveyed.

Logan, Logan. The driving force of their whole dynamic, their center, their Logan. The way he intwracts with each and everyone makes my heart melt, i love his characterization.

Roman, Mr. Drama with a confident puppy's heart, just, the complexities from his past and his drive to be in the present makes my heart sing and really just give him so many hugs.

Virgil. Virgil, the wildcard, the wildcat, his characterization and the at hes written is brilliant and gosh it's so perfect! I love the balance of sarcastic but sweet, grumpy but caring he has, not to mention just, the take of his firey passion that matches Roman's in an opposite sort of way, brilliant.

And Patton. Oh Patton. He's a hard one for me to explain without stumbling too much but, his characterization is so lovely, and the way you portray everything going through Pattons mind is so well done. Just, oh gosh. Patton's experience through it all, and I'm just floored by it.

I'm always surprised by the emotions this fic makes me feel, it's amazing and so well written dang it!! I keep wanting to read all 32 long and well crafted chapters over and over because just!!! This story, from the plot to how well you conduct the outside world around them in your writing, Im positively captivated by it all okay?

This fic is so great, and I honestly encourage others to go read,re-read, and/or discover this fic for the first time. Because it's Good. Like, head the content warnings, but it's fricken good.

Now, I'm off to finish rereading the whole fic again bc I love it so much!!!