#light switch didn't do shit even though earlier it had

[nkogneatho]

𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄- 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

—cw: fem!reader, male and female masturbating, fingering, fistfucking, pillowfucking (put me in a cage pls), desperate gojo because i'll never shut up about that. not proofread.

—a/n: i wish his seiyuu had an asmr channel just like nanami's so this drabble would've been longer. enjoy though <33

You're used to stalking the social media of people you go out with. It comes naturally. Well you live alone in this city, and you sure as hell don't want to stumble across a creep with no defense. You never know what's crippling it's way across this sinful city at night. The questionable news reports just added the oil to the fire of your anxiety. So it was natural that tonight, you were stalking another one of your dates. Gojo Satoru. You knew he was pretty popular when those hand had to leave yours to dap or fist bump his peers on your first date. It's almost as if fifty percent of the city knew him, like a celebrity. If he was really so popular, it would be easy to dig up info about him.

That's what led to you eagerly scrolling past his Instagram, flipping through each highlight as if you were a child who just found the greatest comic book.

party,

party,

and parties.

it was like his mantra the way his entire feed was just him dancing under the influence, in outfits too expensive and champagne to rich. He bathed in the luxury and the people around him were pleasuring off the drops sprinkling. So perfect that he had everyone wrapped around his finger. But won't he do the same to you? Overpower you. All those riches and he decided to go out with you, just so he could make you one of his whores, you were sure about that.

"Ugh, fuck it." You groaned, tossing your phone away. "Guess i'll have to use my hand again."

You opened your laptop, went incongnito typing the first letter, but your autocorrect knew better. It's like it has memorised what you do at this hour. But autocorrect works on algorithms so you were sure it's your fault that you visit the site so frequently.

The porn website was open and you clicked on search button, specifically typing "hot men jerking off webcam." It was one of your favorite things to watch.

You scrolled through the popular videos you had already watched maybe a million times. There was a reason they were popular. So you just changed the filter and selected "new to old". After rummaging through some of the boring videos, your eyes landed on the preview of one with the most beautiful cock. longest even. Curiously, you click on it. The video starts with the man rubbing his boner through the boxers. You put a hand inside your panties, and all you want right now is for him to take his boxers off. After a few minutes, he does and his long light peach cock springs out. when he leans back, your eyes do a double take.

is that gojo fucking satoru??

And indeed it was. The man who earlier gave you the rich spoiled misogynistic son vibes was now moaning like a slut, begging his viewers to ride their imaginary pussy. He had zero shame. Although...why didn't you log out?? Why did you not switch to some other video?

Because holy shit he is fistfucking his cock like an animal in heat. The chair is shaking and making squeaking noises but fuck who cares about that. Listen to his moans. His fucking whimpers. He changed his placement and now he was on the bed, had the pillow folded in half only to start ramming his dick into it. God! Is this the real Gojo Satoru? Is this what he is? A camboy whoring his body out. Because he has generational wealth so there's no way he is foung that for money. So the only logical answer is because he is such a fucking pussywhore that his exhibitionist cock only cums when there are others watching it.

Your fingers starts vigorously pumping in your cunt. They weren't long enough to reach and you were actually wishing Satoru was fucking you instead of that pillow because look. Look at that long dick. Look at the pretty flushed tip with his precum glistening. Fuck, how'd he taste on your? Sweet? Sour? But you know it would taste warm and filthy for sure.

The man in the screen increases his pace and so do you, imitating him. you want to cum at the same time. you want to see what his cum looks like on the gray pillowcase. your middle finger starts stimulating your clit even more while Satoru in the screen is now snapping his hips rougly against the bed, in the pillow. you imagine yourself in the position. Prone Bone. Never tried it but if it is what he is doing, then you're sure as hell down. It's the way his thrusts can be heard banging against the wood under the mattress even if there's not skin for his to slap against. compared to what other camboys do, talk about how they're going to ruin your dirty little pussy, gojo's is different. he does say he'll ruin your pussy but it's hotter because it is followed by endless pleas.

"fuck—lemme ruin this pussy—anh! please, yeah? gonna make you feel so good, baby please?" almost as if he is actually fucking someone. and you don't think twice before assuming he is talking to you. It's okay to be delusional sometimes. Specially when his words make you cum so hard, that you are whining at the lack of more girth to clench around. you look at the screen and Satoru came too. And he was whimpering. Like actually whimpering because it felt so good. Hot strings of cum now soaked in the pillow. Shit.

When you come back from the bathroom after washing yourself, you hear a notification. you pick up your phone to find a "Free tomorrow night?" from the same man who indirectly made you cum so hard tonight. And after what you saw today, you would be a fucking idiot to miss a chance like this.

"Yeah, Of course. Can't wait to see you tomorrow."

*Sent*

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

On your body

Pairing- Ronal x reader x Neytiri

Summary- Two girlfreinds in heat and Ronal knows just what to do.

Warnings- threesome, make out, kissing, hickeys, blood (like mentioned once), fingering, oral, face riding/sitting, riding, clit to clit, queue connection, sucking on boobs

Both of you should have known it was coming, it had been a month sense your last heat, everytime Neytiri's heat comes on she gets more and more sensetive, you get more aggressive in and out of the bedroom, both of you craving thantor meat, yours extra spicy. Ronal had noticed this but neither of you did and she didn't want to upset the two so she just lived with it.

And now you and Neytiri are in bed making out Ronal no where in sight despretaly trying to get each others loincloth off. ''Neytiri.'' You whined as the woman pulled her lips from yours. Your skin was boiling hot but you just wanted, her. ''Ma Y/N.'' She said bringing you to staddle her thigh and her lips attached to your neck leaving dark spots and then her fangs percied your skin making you moan grinding your hips slowly onto her thigh. She pulls from your neck the light taste of iron on her tongue and lips. You look at her, little pecks of sweat on her face, nipples hard and begging to be played with under her small top, and her hips tring to get any friction on your knee that was lying ontop of her cunt.

And then you captured her lips once more biting her lip harshly letting you into her mouth, saliva covered your faces as you kissed her more and more, playing with her tongue, it was a amazing battle for domanice neither of you giving up to the other one. To focued on trying to get the other one to submit to you both of you couldn't here feet pattering towards your pod. But what pulled you from each other was a to familiar voice, ''So is this what happens when I leave.'' Ronal spoke sitting the basket she had in her arms down. You pulled eyes turning from Neytiri and onto the woman that had just sopke. ''Ronal.'' You said sitting up along with Neytiri still in her lap. ''Hm.'' Ronal said breaking the silence.

She stalked her way in front of you two head tilting examining you two, puplis blown, she can feel the heat radiating off of your bodies, and she watched as even though you got caught neither of you brought the small grinding that began to a stop. And then she put two and two together you were in heat, both of you. She saw as the two of you looked at her hands and mouth, it was the begining of a very long day.

Motioning for you to crawl off of the womans lap you were currently sitting on, and you listened having to ignore Neytiri's whines and protest you sat next to her. When Neytiri goes into heat she needs to be touched or she'll cry and cry and how you and Ronal hated when your beloved would cry. Ronal sat infront of you and looked into her eyes beautifully scary blue eyes peircing into you. Her head turned to Neytiri her green eyes brimmed with tears. Ronal carresed her face and Neytiri was putty in her hands, pulling the woman into a kiss making her want more. You watched as Ronal gave your hand a squeeze reminding you are not forgotten. Pulling for air Neytiri tried to follow her lips, but saw what the Metekayina was doing. Switching fro. holding your hand now she was holding Neytiri and catching you in a much wanted kiss. It felt as if this was the last kiss you'd ever have so sensual, so intimate. so hungry.

You could never fight for domanince with Ronal it was as if Eywa made you to be under her and both under and over with Neytiri. You were the first to pull from the kiss needing air. ''Lie down Neytiri.'' Ronal said voice much more lustful than earlier. Neytiri strunk down onto her back, her top lifting up slighty. Your body had gotten this sense that you needed to see them, touch them, to suck on them. You lifted her top up reaviling her deliciously beautiful tits. ''Shit.'' you muttered under your breath, it was a term you learned from Jake Sully. You brought your mouth to her heavy breast and sealed your lips around her harderend nipple and sucked on it, lightly biting it with your teeth. Kissing the skin around it before bringing it back to your mouth. While you played with her breast Ronal focused on her aching cunt.

She ripped the halfway undone loincloth finally letting her see the other glistening cunt bringing her hand to Neytiris hole, sliding them in with ease with the help of slick. Neytiri clenched around her immeditaly making her gasp. And then Ronal began to finger fuck her at such a fast pace it made tears leak from Neytiri, and more arousal coming from her pussy. Pulling from her tit you watched as Neytiri squirmed under the fingers of Ronals. ''Ma Y/N p-please need you on my mouth.'' Neytiri creaked out, the sinful words made you rub your thighs together. Looking at Ronal and she shaked her head yes.

You took your loincloth off sitting it down somewhere. Lifting over her face and hovering over her lips and she took no time huckering you down onto her face tongue deep into your pussy making your hips grind on her face, nose hitting your clit and, fuck it felt good. She moaned into your pussy loudly as Ronal placed sloppy strikes with her tounge against her clit. The vibrating sensation sent shock waves through your body making you rock your hips harder, faster.

Watching you get off on her face made her even more determined to make you cum, moaning into your cunt making your hips shutter. And one long moan after Neytiri came and you not long after euphoria ran through both of your veins. Slightly humping her face you got yourself off. Neytiri didn't waste one drop of cum licking it off of her fingers as she swiped it off of her face. Ronal helped Neytiri ride her orgasm doing a soft come here motion, pulling her finger from the woman and licked her fingers. And then the dreadfully familiar cramping filled your lower tummies again.

''C'mere Y/N can't waste all of my energy this early on.'' Ronal said making you crawl toward her. She postioned you to be hovering over Neytiri's heat with your own. ''Okay and your gonna help our beloved get off as she is as well.'' Ronal explained to the both of you. Shaking your head in understanding but the anticipation was building the closer you got. And then she said you could start you didn't let a second go by. You grounded yourself onto Neytiri, wet and sticky sounds came from you two everytime you humped and grinded onto the other woman. You didn't even noticed Ronal grabbing your queue's until you felt that shocking feeling that sent warmth through your bodies, and you noticed how it took some of your pain away letting you slow your hurting hips from going so fast. And it only got better when Ronal added hers, a little gasp came from the teal woman along with a silent whine.

You felt Neytiris clit on you so warm, so wet it almost made you cum from just feeling it. Everytime it hit yours it made you shiver, her pussy put a spell over you the closer you got the more hypnotic she got. Her braids spayed out everywhere, face contorted with plesure, lustful smile letting her fangs poke through a little, and those sweet, sweet moans fall from her lips. And then you felt it that feeling, that felt overwheling and underwhelming at the same time, it was just enough to not be enough, to much not enough. She felt it aswell if not more the imagie of you above her shaking and quivering on her will forever be imprinted in her mind. Ronal examined her mates breath hitching as she crossed her legs over each other trying to contain her suddenly sense of neediness.

This did not go unnoticed by the two. Turning your heads you both smirk, crawling towards the woman, spreading her legs. ''W-what are you doing I'm supposed to help you.'' She said watching as you leave kisses on her thighs. Smiling up at her before you speak, ''It'll help if we can taste you.'' You say inhaling her scent. ''Let us help you.'' Neytiri added, it was a very long and successful night.

[callmelyc]

Lances ex was terrible

He was the kind of ex that was really full of themselves, cruel, didn't like Lance spending too much time with anyone else (not that his ex girlfriends were any better).

So when they finally broke up everyone rejoiced. The demon had been slain!

Until...he came to get his shit out of Lances apartment because not only did he take his shitty wardrobe he also stole Lances precious baby blue!

His beautiful baby, his sweet meow meow, his darling princess.

But because Lance had no proof the asshat got off scott-free!

He'd cried for hours not knowing what to do and his stupid ex blocked him so Lance couldn't even attempt to beg for his cat daughter back. So he did what anyone would do, he complained online.

The comments flooded with people trying to come up with ideas until one stood out. Some guy with a photo of a motorcycle asking what this ex looks like.

Lance sniffled sending pictures in the replies and waited. He wasn't sure why anyone would want a picture but maybe the guy wanted it so he could keep an eye out? The reply didn't take long at all and it only baffled Lance further.

The guy, Keith K, responded in seconds "dw I can handle this."

Before Lance could even question anything Keiths status had switched to offline leaving Lance to read through other comments as possible solutions.

~•~

At 1am Lances phone lights up with a call. Now, normally Lance would ignore these, who responds to random calls especially at 1am?

But he looks down and it's the same name of the guy from earlier, Keith K. Lance will admit first a foremost he doesn't always think things through and come on now, he was curious to know how this guy got his number at all.

So lance picks up, groggy with sleep "hello??"

"I got ur cat back, do you wanna meet up for her or would you like to wait until later?"

That got lances attention. Now more awake he scrambles to get dressed "are you sure? Like ur sure it's my cat?"

"your name and number are on the collar"

"Where do you wanna meet?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? I am the stranger."

"Yeah but ur a stranger that apparently saved my darling daughter!?"

Lance hears a small laugh on the other side of the line "I'll shoot you my location?"

"Sounds good to me."

The second the call ends Lance receives directions to a place 15min out and a picture of blue safe in a cat carrier. He's more than relieved to both see her and have proof this wasn't a dream, though he is still weary.

He shoots off a text to Hunk and Pidge with his location/tracking on in case something went wrong and Lance rushes out the door to go meet this stranger. They'll likely wonder what he's up to at this hour, maybe even spam call him in worry. However, Lance doesn't have the patience right now now when his baby is in some randos hands.

Pulling up to the 24hr McDonald's he doesn't even care that he's meeting a stranger anymore the second he sees his baby blue through the window. Lance rushes inside and the second she spots him she paws at the carrier door with a sweet little meow. He's cooing over her and letting her out to make sure she's safe when he finally looks up to see her knight in shining armor.

And wow....this guy is hot.

Dark hair, deep eyes, leather jacket and gloves.

Dude looks straight out of a Harley magazine despite the beat up pick-up in the parking lot Lance is positive belongs to him.

As blue snuggles into Lances hold he looks at Keith with the first genuine smile he's had in days "thank you, I-I don't even know what to say? I can't thank you enough how on earth did you manage this?"

Keith just gestures for lance to sit down across from him, so he does, and smiles "I have my ways."

Oh? Well Lance has to know now "go on share the deets. I can offer you whatever you want off the menu as payment."

The other man snorts "it's fine I'll share without pay...This time."

"Oh? How generous of you."

Keith leans forward on the table "your ex was already on dating apps. I pretended I'd take him on a good date and went home with him. The second he left to get pretty for me I took the cat and ran, he's a douche."

That...what not at all what Lance expected to hear. His jaw was on the floor. He laughed in surprised awe "you...you got my cat back by luring him into false security??"

Keith's brow lifts "what like it's hard? He's the one that fell for it and got uno reverse robbed. I don't know what you saw in him."

That only gets lance to laugh harder "yeah, I don't either."

They spend the rest of the early morning chatting and eventually exchanging phone numbers.

On the way out Keith stops him though "actually, I changed my mind I do want payment."

"Oh yeah? Like what"

He smiles "how about a date?"

Lance is left breathless in the light of the rising sun "you won't be robbing me now, will you?"

"and if I say I am?"

"what do you aim to steal from me mr.criminal?"

Keith leans in just slightly "your heart? If things go well."

Lance gives him a quick peck on the cheek "yeah, yeah I can do that."

No one believes Lance when he says he got a new boyfriend because the guy stole his cat back from his ex.

[tlouxobsessed]

Let me down

Synopsis - Ellie and y/n were best friends until they began to drift, y/n hates Ellie now. At least up until your mother invites Ellie over for dinner.......

Characters - Switch/mean!Ellie x Y/N!reader

I do not own The last of us, Y/N is afab therefore female body parts will be mentioned. Below there is a warning of what will contain this story.

Warnings - Lesbian sex, , cunnilingus, fingering (r!receiving) spanking, abandonment, afab (female parts) , Mentions of murder.

~ Four years earlier ~

"Okay so Truth or Dare" the green eyed girl said to y/n.

"Hmm-"

"Hurry Y/N!!!"

"Ellie!! calm down I need to think" Y/n said laughing at the girls lack of patiences.

"Okay...truth"

"Lameeee" Ellie said, rolling her forest green eyes towards y/n.

"Fine....dare"

Ellie smirked knowing now she could make y/n do the stupidest thing ever. Ellie sat there pondering on what she should make y/n do, she wanted her to do something risky. Y/n stared at Ellie waiting for her to decide, she admired Ellie's features. The way her jawline was perfectly chiseled. Her green eyes sparkling in the low light from the lamp. The auburn hair landing right above her breasts.

"y/n?" Ellie asked.

"Oh shit- sorry uh?" Y/N said her pinks turning a bright shade of pink.

~ Present day ~

"holy shit-" you said bursting up after the dream. You didn't think about Ellie much...but when you did it was like swallowing nails. It pained you so much but there wasn't anything you could do. Your friendship with her was over. Anywho you weren’t really the type that sat and dwelled over stuff out of your control, you enjoyed the present not the past. Sure you’d see Ellie around Jackson but you never paid much mind to so, the two of you never had to speak so why’d bother dwelling?

You glanced over at your clock, the red numbers exclaiming ‘5:47’ realizing you sat there for two extra minutes overthinking your dream. 'fucking shit I need to get up' you stood up staring into the mirror by your bed, wondering why you'd get up so early anyways? you had been training your body for years to get up at this time, but no patrol today, no plans....so why be up so early.

"Baby are you up?" you glanced behind you seeing your mother come into your room. Her hand wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. Your mother had always been your best friend, after your father passed away she was all you had. You adored her and she adored you, it was always that way.

"Oh Hi mom, are we doing anything today?" You asked slipping some jeans on along with a crewneck. "Well Hun I was thinking...and before you say no- hear me out, I invited Ellie over-" You quickly looked up, your heart dropping hearing that familiar name once again. You hadn't spoken to her in years, after Joel died she became even more distant.

You knew she lived on a farm a few miles out from Jackson, with Dina and their child. But that was short lived....

~ Two years prior ~

"It's Dina!!! she's back!" Your mother said running towards Maria's house pulling you with her. You two wandered into the house seeing a distraught Dina and a sleeping JJ. "Ellie left...Tommy came and started rambling about finding Abby, she went to go find her three months ago. I've decided to come back and live with Jesse's parents. I am done with Ellie...if she even makes it back."

' If she even makes it back '

You felt your heart skip a beat with that sentence. Even though Ellie and you had a falling out...you still wouldn't be able to live without knowing she was safe.

"Excuse me" You said heading back towards your house, you spent the next few weeks crying to yourself and wearing Ellie's old shirt she had left there.

~ Back to present day ~

"Mom!! seriously?? Why?" your mother glanced down swirling the drink with her finger then taking another swig. "Because Y/n she doesn't have anybody anymore...she's been alone. You still never told me what happened between you two.." You didn't know how to tell your mom, she didn't know you liked girls. She had no idea that night by the fire, the dare was to kiss Ellie, she didn't know that Ellie and you ended up half naked, bodies intertwined that night...hair a mess...sweat pouring. She had no idea...Ellie's long term girlfriend, Cat walked in on the two of you intertwined, lips parted with one another's...bodies drenched...room filled with tension.

Yet you still never got what you wanted...you never got Ellie completely. Even when the two of you were best friends, there was always someone stopping you from having one another completely. And when the two of you were about to make love, somebody once again stopped that. This made you despise Ellie, Cat made you despise Ellie...then Dina...They all prevented you from having what was yours. Ellie.

"She is coming over for dinner, you do not have to tell me what happened between you two...but y/n please be nice." You nodded sitting down on your bed and pulling out your journel.

You began writing in this when Ellie had given you it. For your fifteenth birthday...she gave you a notebook with doodles in it. Pictures of you, her and some pages dated with days Ellie had written about you. You cherished the notebook like a child, writing in it everyday for hours.

Entry #1,990

Today mom told me Ellie is coming to dinner...which means she is staying with us. I had a feeling something was coming, my mom had been acting too nice recently. Cleaning my room, trading her favorite stuff for new dresses, shoes and books for me. I should've known.

I haven't spoken to Ellie in forever...I'm pretty nervous but we will see how it goes. I dunno how I feel about Ellie anymore...I know she loved Dina so much so I am a lil' nervous but we'll see ya'know?

"Y/N!! please come down here please!!" You heard your mother say. Your stomach felt full, your throat felt dry and your head felt heavy. God what were you going to do. You made you way down the creaky stairs revealing a tired looking Ellie. She was wearing a dark green button up, the sleeves rolled up revaling that same tattoo she's had since seventeen. Some black skinny jeans hugging her figure. And her usual converse still on ever since you were teens. You didn't know what to say. She didn't look up at you, her eyes kept locked to the ground.

"hi" you choked out, the smell of dinner hitting your nose as you made your way further down into the living room. "Hey" Ellie said looking up at you, her greens meeting your e/c.

"Listen dinner is ready! I hate to do this but I have to head out....Maria and Tommy invited me for a drink at their house to discuss some town issues. I love you" Your mom said to you guys, walking over and placing a kiss on your forehead. She hugged Ellie, "great to see you Ellie" then made her way out.

The two of you just stared at one another..."You hungry" you asked the awkward girl.

"Uh a litle" Ellie replied. You nodded placing some of the chicken and potatoes on her plate.

The two of you sat in silence until you knew you had to break the thick tension.

"Ellie...We left off on a really bad term when we had last spoken."

"Yeah we did" Ellie said mouth full with bread.

"I'm sorry" You were surprised to hear Ellie say that. You never expected her to actually take ownership for her actions. "I really am y/n, It wasn't right of me for what I did....I really....really wanted you...I always have" Ellie put down her fork making her way over to you. Placing her warm, rough hands onto your shoulders rubbing them. You didn't even know how to respond. You melted into her touch feeling her thumbs go right into the soft spots of your weak shoulders.

"Let me clean this up for us" Ellie picked up the dishes, washing them while you sat there stunned. This all felt too familiar....too comfortable, almost too good to be true. Ellie walked back over to you, reaching out waiting for you to interlock hands. "C'mon y/n let me show you how sorry I am." You agreed lining up your fingers with hers, she followed behind you, walking into your once pink room. The walls now grey, your black sheets and black curtains surprised Ellie.

You and her sat down onto the bed, the once full sized mattress now a queen. It was all so different, you weren't the same girl Ellie had let down one too many times. Ellie looked over at you, flashbacks from that hot July night coming in way too fast. The feeling of her warm, plump, chapped lips against yours all too similar. Her hand made its way up to your right breast, cupping it and massaging through the thin purple tank you had on. She reached behind unclipping the bra, cool air turning your nipple rock hard. She caressed your erect nipples, your moans into her mouth turning her eager to feel you.

"Take these off" Ellie said gesturing towards your grey sweats, her fingers playing with the band of the pants. You complied, pulling them down revealing your lace, black panties. "fuck Ellie" You gasped as she rubbed her calloused palm over the small wet patch. Ellie slipped your panties to the side, rubbing her index finger between your dripping folds. You couldn't help but twitch with each light tap on your clit. "You like that y/n? Show me how bad you want me" Ellie's words felt like drugs in your bloodstream, her mouth parting once again between yours. Her tongue fumbling against the inside of your mouth, licking your bottom lips just as she sticks her pointer inside you.

She strums pushing it up on your spongey part, you tighten around her as she pulls out then adds another. Her two fingers pumping in and out, your moans getting louder, gripping the back of her neck. She pulls out unbuttoning her sweat drenched shirt revealing a black sports bra, she takes off her black jeans adjusting her soaked boxers. Ellie pushes you down back onto the bed, making her way up sucking and kissing on your inner thighs, she leaves her signature purple and red marks.

"Oh my-" You manage to spat out as she plunges her tongue against your soaking wet cunt. "Take it" she says shoving two fingers in immediately...feeling you clench around her. She sighs out feeling you tense up every time you speed up against her swollen clit. The throbbing part of you begins to feel heavy, your stomach feels tight, that all too familiar knot forming. Ellie watches as you unclench releasing your hot, juices all down her hand.

She pulls her hand out, licking your juices off consuming it like she's been starved. "You did so good" Ellie says watching your red face become a shade darker from the praise.

Ellie lays next to you, rubbing your temples and handed you the glass of water near your bed...all you can manage to say while laying against her chest.....

"Please don't let me down again..."

I hope you guys enjoyed :0 I love writing one shot smuts, but I always need sooooo much detail that it could become an actual story LOL.

[themarginalthinker]

Blue Week

(a short drabble about the pack dealing with Paul's depressive episodes. mostly fluffy, but not overly so)

It's been a quiet few weeks. Christmas had passed with as much fanfare as the pack cared to give it any particular year - and this one had been pretty crazy. A feast hunt, spending time with the Sarahs (Little Sera was two now, wanting to be part of conversations and running now that she'd found her feet.) There had been loud music, louder…ahem…celebrating, and of course, lots, and lots, of drinking.

The height of the holiday season had passed into the new year, of course, as all things do - endings are beginnings, and beginnings necessitate endings. Now it was a week into January. The snow was thick on the ground, and still piling up. David said they'd be getting more. Just how it was in the mountains.

The pack didn't mind. It just meant nights of watching movies, reading, doodling around with their various personal hobbies. Mending clothing or turning it into something new. Sometimes they went out for a night of running around the woods terrorizing the local fauna for shits and giggles, or meandering into town to terrorize the local citizens. (Within human reason, mind.)

Over all, the fun had dropped, and it was the slowest, sleepiest part of the year.

Maybe, Michael thinks, that's why they hadn't realized something was up with Paul until he'd stopped getting out of bed.

Michael had been told before, in a low, private conversation with David, that Paul went through these...cycles. Ups and downs. Having known Paul for so long, David could usually anticipate them, and have the pack be ready to help. And it wasn't an instantaneous thing either, like flipping a light switch like in some people. Paul could go a long time being pretty high, months, even a year or more, but...the low always came. Thinking back, Michael could line up things pretty well. Just after Christmas, in going back to Haven, Paul had been kind of quiet. Humming softly to himself, fading out of conversations, withdrawing to himself rather than being more social. To be fair, they all were to an extent. Being social was fun, but when it's not pack, it drained the internal battery. And it was nice to just hang out and bask in the vicinity rather than force an interaction.

Then Paul had started sleeping later. Luxuriating in the nest, taking baths rather than his usual showers so he could enjoy the warm water for longer. (Michael could definitely understand that.) Paul would retire to bed earlier than any of them, and without anyone else joining him until later, when he'd somehow already be asleep. The hours he was awake, he'd be listless, drifting from place to place in the den, hobby to hobby, person to person, not really settling or participating in any one thing.

Paul smoked a lot, but he went through a pack in about an hour, and then practically bit Dwayne's head off when the older vampire tried jokingly prodding him about having to leave the house now, to get more.

That had tipped David and Dwayne off, definitely, a thread of concern worming its way into their bond, but they hadn't said anything...yet. Sometimes, Paul got into moods. It happened.

When Paul hadn't gotten up at all though - not to bathe, not to join the pack, not even to just go on a walk for some fresh air - that's when the concern turned into real worry.

It wasn't just a mood anymore. It was a real downswing.

And from what David had told Michael, they could last for...a while. For as much time as Paul spent up.

Maybe it would only be a couple weeks, and Paul would come back up, back to the mania they all knew. But, maybe he wouldn't. Maybe it would be months. It was almost easier to deal with, when Paul was full of that frantic, boundless, destructive energy. He was acting, so they could act with him. This was a total lack of anything, though. He lay curled in the nest, sleeping in fits, staring off into space when he wasn't. His bond in their mental connection just as limp as his body.

Still. Paul was pack. And pack needed help.

Gentle, but firm words coaxed him up, when he was more willing. He would sit on the floor of the shower (no baths) while they washed his hair, and brushed tangles out of the long, blond strands. Sometimes, in the bond, his mood would lift. Just a little. It was nice to be clean.

He'd let them lead him to the kitchen, and press something small and furry they'd caught in a live trap into his hands, and make sure he drank. (He didn't always. Sometime he refused, angry, sad, wanting something else but feeling crushing guilt over his inability to just go get it.) It wasn't human blood, but it would fill a belly in a pinch.

Sometimes, Paul would talk. About nothing - a movie, a song. Sometimes he'd want to lay on the couch with Marko or Michael, watching with tired eyes the goings-on of the pack around him. His bond might be sullen, restless. A want to do more, talk more, but feeling weighed down by his own body and mind. Hollow, but somehow so leaden. The frustration some nights was palpable, and Paul would wordlessly snap teeth at anyone who got too close. After, there would always be tears, but always an assurance that they loved him. they wouldn't leave him.

Pack was pack. And Paul, no matter his ups and downs, would never be anything else.

[autobot-ratchet]

MTMTE 31-33

MTMTE 31

I love how often we either flash back to or talk about Drift. I remember when the comics were coming out, it felt like forever between Drift's exile and his return, and I wasn't even here from the start, in fact I think I had first caught up with the comic as it was still being released like. Around here lmfAO either this issue or the next one. Whichever issue has Rewind's return was the one I caught up on, I vividly remember that. Anyway, it always felt like Drift got kicked out super early and then wasn't relevant again until Empire of Stone, but that's not quite right. Rodimus has mentioned him multiple times, we've got this flashback, and we're gonna talk about the alternate Lost Light in a bit, so he's been here in spirit the whole time. I think it was mostly just Dark Cybertron that made it feel so long since he was relevant lmfAO sorry, that arc wasn't bad, I don't even dislike it, but it did take forever

“Seriously, Pipes- Don't make me put my foot down.” hfjdk never mind get off my fuckin screen immediately lmfAO

He named the ship, too... It is extremely funny how much this quest depended on Drift to get it started, my man bought and named the ship, gave us our objective, and did everything in his power to make it go as smoothly as possible, including taking the fall for something he didn't do. This quest is his just as much as it is Roddy's, though he doesn't care if he gets any credit for it. It's like Rodimus wants to find the knights to prove his worth to everyone else and Drift wants to find the knights to prove his worth to himself. Kind of like Megatron, he wants to do something substantially good for Cybertron so that his time as a decepticon doesn't feel like such a waste, so he can finally feel like he's made the difference he's been trying to make this whole time... I'm fuckin five pages in and I've typed all this shit about Drift hgdsfjak I LIKE HIM A LOT IF YOU COULDN'T TELL

aww I'm glad Nautica fit in so quick on the Lost Light, she's sweet

Megatron and Rodimus are so bitchy to each other, I love it lmAO

I'll be real though, I guess that Megatron's trying to captain the Lost Light like he would a Decepticon ship what with the light jabs and the haughty attitude but the dude's way too comfortable just saying shit lmfAO I fully understand why the crew is so pissed, if I was an Autobot for x-million years and the Leader of the Motherfucking Decepticons was barking orders at me and criticizing my work ethic I think I would tear my own skin off out of pure rage lmAO

“The commodification of knowledge. I find that offensive.” based Cyclonus

ooh, I do love Tailgate getting called out for being a Cyclonus apologist lmAO I love this whole altercation, honestly. Even though everyone's just kind of swinging at anybody, I can't say a single one of em is wrong

eeyyyy it's Ravage

oouugdfhsd Cyclonus gets so mad out of worry and Getaway swoops in to soothe Tailgate's bruised ego, I fuckin SEE you

honestly I barely have anything to say about the latter half of this issue because I'm just thoroughly enjoying the world and character building, this is just pages and pages of good-ass dialogue lmAO

I remember learning that the panel of Magnus adjusting the size of his holomotter avatar of Verity is a direct reference to a panel from an earlier comic where Verity first meets Megatron, but with their positions switched

yeah I think the next issue was the one where I'd first caught up with the comic because it was the one where everyone's fucking dead

MTMTE 32

I like this issue for two reasons. One, I love alternate timeline fuckery and two, I like this as a way to get to know all our new guys better

god. Seeing all these dead characters now is just kind of morbidly fascinating but I vividly remember freaking the fuck out when I first read this because I had no idea it wasn't permanent lmfAO I think that's another thing that made the fandom insufferable when the comic was still coming out, nobody really had any genuine faith that the comic wouldn't do something cheap and disappoint them so there was just a constant stream of posts like “ugh of COURSE [fake out moment] happened and is totally permanent, it's a comic book so it's gotta do stupid comic book tropes” and “welp [plot point] didn't get resolved in this issue so that must mean the author has forgotten about it and we'll never get closure, figures” every single month. That was another thing that made me feel stupid for sticking with the comic, I can't say I didn't often steel myself for disappointment, but you can find many posts in my initial liveblog tag that were like “there's no way this is what it seems to be/is totally resolved and will never be addressed again because that would fucking suck and this comic doesn't suck” despite constantly seeing posts telling me otherwise. And I was fucking right lmfAO I was right the whole time about everything

I forgot how cute Brainstorm and Nautica are

love this conversation between Megatron and Ravage, love this much needed talk between Megatron and a bona fide Decepticon where he can be truly open about his feelings

oooOOUGHDGFSJ SKIDS... I know he was definitely freezing up simply because the DJD is scary but like. I wonder if some buried part of him stirred a little at seeing some of Tarn's handiwork

oh Rewind... man how scary must it have been to watch literally everyone around you die horribly and then the first person to find you and pull you our of your hiding place is fucking Megatron

MTMTE 33

this was the first issue of this comic I had to wait for to be released. Man, for as much as the fandom sucked, it was a special experience to have been there while this comic was being made, I do kinda miss it lmAO

fdhasjk Rewind just pointing at Megatron like “????????”

god that panel of Rewind whimpering after being asked what happened breaks my heart

Tarn just 360 no scoping Cyclonus's head off

something intensely fucked about Chromedome refusing to erase Rewind from his memory despite all the physical pain he had to endure from the DJD but he was fully planning to erase him from his memory after he had died because the emotional pain was too much. He can endure anything as long as Rewind is alive...

fucking LOOOOOOOOVE this conversation between Skids and Megatron, fucking GET HIS ASS SKIDS

ooh, and here's where we find out Brainstorm was a Decepticon spy. Poor Nautica, she's so shocked... that must mean the time travel arc is right after this because I remember Brainstorm kicked that off before anyone could confront him about being a secret Decepticon

also something intensely fucked about Rewind being willing to erase himself from existence because his Chromedome is dead, “Which is just another way of saying I am...” your honor they fuckign love each other........ they can't live without each other, do not separate........................

YUOR HONOR........

yeaaaahhh here we go, it's briefcase time

[jaidethalagorra]

Things They Don't Tell You, Character Intro: Jessica

Unfortunately, the nearest exit from the mall was through a Starbucks. I slid open its door and slipped in, trying my best to stay quiet. The Starbucks seemed oddly clean as I walked past the front counter. All the pastries were gone. I turned the corner towards the front door, and stopped dead. Sitting in a chair in front of me, eating a pastry, was an indistinct human figure. Zombie. I quickly raised my gun to kill it when it noticed me. Shit. Faster than expected, it raised its arms and as I took aim it dropped the pastry and stayed in place. "Oh my god, please don't shoot me!" I hesitated, and it took the opportunity. "I'm not a zombie! I promise!" It stepped backwards into the light. It- She, looked to be about my age. Slim figure, impractically long brown hair with the tips still bleached blonde. I stared at her for a minute, before noticing her outfit and stopping, trying to wrap my head around who the hell would wear booty shorts and a crop top in the zombie apocalypse. There were crumbs on her shirt from where she dropped the pastry. "Count to 10 on your fingers." I instructed, not lowering my gun. She stared at me for a minute quizzically, before obliging. Finally, I lowered my gun. "Are you a scavenger? What camp are you from?" "Camp?" She stared at me, seeming to not understand. I stared back, and I mentally revised that description of her. She didn't appear to be slim at all, she looked malnourished. That would track though, if her source of nutrition had been the Starbucks pastries that were missing from the counter. After a moment of awkward silence I decided to switch angles. "What's your name?" She gave me a radiant smile. "Jessica." "Well, Jessica," I responded. "How long have you been here?"

Character Intro: Jessica. Skills: Driving, Persuasion, Not Succumbing To Malnutrition Weaknesses: Practicality, Survival, Stealth Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Bisexual Weapon(s) of Choice: Baseball Bat

Unprepared: If Allie is completely prepared for the zombie apocalypse, Jessica is her polar opposite. Jessica grew up in the upper-class gated neighborhood that eventually became the Gates until it fell in 5 AF. Since the fall of the Gates, she's done her best to scavenge in the ruins of a small strip mall near the Gates. Through sheer luck, she's managed to find everything she would need, mostly untouched. Her whole upbringing of being upper-class, surviving in the Gates, and her finding everything she's needed has caused her to not fully understand the predicament that the world has been in since Haven fell. As mentioned, Jessica also somehow managed to survive for several months off the food she found in a Starbucks, which although impressive highlights her sentiment towards the apocalypse. She simply decided that she could totally survive outside a camp on her own, and somehow, impossibly, she did.

Impractical: A side effect of Jessica's unpreparedness and lack of understanding surrounding what the zombie apocalypse actually entails, she wears ridiculous and impractical outfits like the one described earlier. When it's mentioned that this is impractical, she adds a bandolier of ammo to the outfit, totally ignoring that she doesn't have a gun. Eventually, she picks up her own weapon, a baseball bat. While this seems like a good choice, it's important to remember how the virus transmits. The virus transmits through contact of body fluids, and so even initially having a melee weapon seems like a bad idea. Additionally, it's a blunt object, meaning it's hard to kill something with it and when you do, its body fluids will fly everywhere. And as a cherry on top, it's large and unwieldy, which is exactly the opposite of what you want when trying to go anywhere.

The Safe House: The biggest thing that makes Jessica important is her knowledge of, and connection to, a totally off the grid and independently sustainable house in the middle of nowhere. Supposedly, this house has solar power, its own well, and a large garden and would be one of the only safe places to live for, potentially, forever. This house is owned by one of her uncles who moved away, and if she could get to it she (and probably anyone else she brings) could stay there safely. The objective of the story once this is revealed is to get to this fabled safe house, and Jessica becomes instrumental in that as she can drive and Allie can't.

So, that's the overview of Jessica! I feel like I've summed up her character pretty well, so I hope you guys like her!

[dennisprager]

fuck it we ball

heres a gravity falls fanfic

i actually write a lot of things, but never share them. a lot are just unfinished projects, but a lot are also fanfics. i can't post them because theyre entrenched in layers of headcanons and disregard of the source material that makes them unreadably confusing unless i censor the names to make a clean slate for the context. theyre also often otherwise bizarre, offensive and deeply personal because i only write them for myself.

this is the first thing i've written thats clean enough and close enough to the source material that i can actually post it. theres a few differences but you'll figure those out. also you don't have to have watched the show to enjoy it.

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"Aaaaand... a New Yorker." she spoke into the house phone, twiddling and curling a strand of her autumn hair like it was the cord.

"With stuffed crust." Dipper whispered, with a tug at her green tartan pyjama bottoms.

"With stuffed crust." she smiled.

Some crusty, crackling, deep and high-passed voice came through the speaker, which was just as incomprehensible as the squeaking in cartoons, though a vague monotone lethargy and world-weariness in speech crossed the interference.

"Yeah, mozzarella." she confirmed, fixing her hair to look down at a sticky note and tapping a ballpoint.

Wendy went on with the order, leaning on the kitchen counter in a typically cool way, eyes switching from the note to the night-black view outside. Dipper, secure now that the crust had been stuffed, slipped on some too-large slippers and padded out through a rusted fly-screened door into the backyard.

There was a certain buzz in the smokey summer night air; that fresh country air that hadn't greeted him in a year. Most would call it 'the flies'. But him, and his older friend, certainly felt it.

To him, the feeling of a warm, familiar place, galaxies away from science projects, Gamecube curfews and beating white Burbank heat. A place and a person where he could shoot the shit with when he usually had to shoot the poop, and the gun had to have a little plastic red tip on the end. And would get confiscated anyway.

Yet the same place was elusive, like the memory of an earlier childhood vacation. On the pitch-black night, in it's valley below, the stars of distant street lights cutting through the redwoods was a sight usually too good to be true; the warm wind brushing his hair and wetting his eyes too long ago to be felt. In his previous, and first, stay in Oregon, by the time it was over and he had to leave, it felt like a Monday alarm ending a sweet dream.

Yet here he was. For six whole weeks, with no want to waste even a moment of them this time. He grinned, and paced the trodden grass of the yard.

And right now, for this night and at least several others, it just was him and Wendy. Even his sister was back at the cabin, whom he obviously and dearly enjoyed the company of in a different way, but he wasn't in a rush to meet the clique she'd made last year and had been foaming at her mouth to talk to in-person again. They were off having their own sleepover, doing 'girl' sleepover things like tittering and painting nails and going to bed at reasonable hours. Their sleepover would be way cooler. They were gonna watch peak cinema and drink roo' beers. Cos they were dudes.

Or at least he was. Or at least would be, in two years, if you count teenagehood as the threshold for dudedom. Mere technicalities, he thought.

Only a few paces later, the excitement had him jogging laps, jogging into the darkness and crickets of the open yard's far-end, revealing more of the twinkling town lining the forms of the sheer cliffs, then slinging around a stump back towards the orange glow of the oval moth-gathered wall-lamp and the silhouetted window of the log house.

Starting with middle school he'd been increasingly more conscious about 'kid' things like breaking into running randomly, but he didn't care around Wendy. Seventeen was too old to be jeering at someone having fun like a snotty 9th grader would, and regardless of age, that was neither her nature, nor the nature of their kinda-friend-kinda-bigsister-kinda-carer relationship. She always just went with the flow and let him be him, joining in with whatever eleven year old fancies he or his sister were taken by.

She was watching him and smiling, leaning on the door frame with one arm crossed, the other tentatively swigging a skunked heineken. Her height and a summer-job clerk that didn't know her got her past IDs, though with this bottle she was wishing she'd just cracked a can of pepsi instead.

Dipper came to the end of a lap and was in her earshot.

"You yoinked my slippers, ya scoundrel."

He slowed, then started walking to the door.

"Oh, they're yours?" as if he couldn't tell by them almost falling off with each step, and as if she wasn't joking and minded.

"Yeah, so hands off."

"I wouldn't wear em on my hands, that'd be gross."

She huffed amused.

The tall girl stepped aside to let him through the door, and ruffled his hair as he passed. The wide wind and crickets softened to a muffle after the door shut, leaving only a fluorescent hum. They took a seat on two stools, made of the same saturated wood as the entire room barring the dark floor tiles.

"Thirty minutes for the food. You got cash, right, dip?"

"Wait, what? No?"

She gave a long, dramatic gasp.

"No pizza, then." she glumly accepted, slouching a cheek onto her loose white sleeves.

"...you're such a liar." he giggled.

She flicked 'maybe' with her eyes and a growing grin.

"Wanna uhh... go pick the movie while we're waiting?" she asked with a smile as dorkish and eager as his glowing through the mellow teenage exterior.

His two nods practically shook the stool.

"Then coooom'on." standing up with a lean and waving a hand to follow.

She clicked the kitchen light off before they passed through the frame into the sparsely decorated hall.

On the left of the hall, she turned the handle of a heavy oak door, leading into a cooler, unlit room. Light from the hall teased a slice of it's form, until the heavy door shut.

For a moment there was black.

A click, and a tacky white lightbulb flooded the silent room with crisp, specular clarity and colour.

Before them over a wood railing, beneath them by four shallow steps; the TV room, which for all intents and purposes was hers. A wide, top of the line (for 1996) Sony Trinitron and VCR atop a stand lay centre in the far end, flanked by two bookshelves crammed with a part-timer funded tape collection that was no Victorville Archive but was nothing to scoff at either. A red shaggy rug divided the TV from the puffy leather sofa (WITH A PULLOUT BED!) cornered by the steps, thats back had a plaid blanket laid over like a 'murican antimacassar, and several more making fluffy heaps by the armrests.

The room had a certain smell and feeling to the air that only a visitor would notice, and with the blackout curtains closed, felt like a little pocket dimension of take-out and tapes. If not for the inviting carmine carpet, it might have felt like a mancave.

The wood of the four steps made anechoic creaks as they descended and turned the corner, taking them to the left of the sofa.

Wendy knelt down in front of the TV with a grunt.

"Can I do it?" Dipper asked, kneeling beside.

"Hm? Oh, sure."

She shuffled over and instead started perusing for stuff to watch.

Yellow for video slid into the socket with a thump then a click, then red for right channel, then white for left channel, and power.

'VIDEO' filled near a quarter of the screen as a commendation.

He was old enough to know rationally that it required about as much expertise as a fisher-price puzzle, but felt like a technician regardless. The subtle hum of the screen broke the chill of the silence.

"Alrighty..." she sighed blissfully, taking a cross-legged seat with the neck of the bottle in one hand.

"What are we thinkin, lil dude?"

He swayed in thought. A select few tapes on the TV stand caught his attention.

"What are these?"

"Those are..." grunting while scooting her butt across. "My favourites."

"The cream de le cream, as the french say." quietly, close to his shoulder.

"Is Pink Floyd french?" he asked, holding a creased sleeve depicting a screaming man he assumed was the eponymous 'Watl', whatever that was.

"No-ho-ho, he's, uh." laughing. "He's from easter island, I think." dryly, taking a sip.

It looked like kind of a horror movie.

"Is it any good?"

"Oh, it's amazing." she breathed, leaning back. "It's basically a musical of one the best albums, Ever." pinching for emphasis.

Dippers eyes grew wider with anticipation. He knew her well enough and had seen her bash enough snares that he knew it wasn't gonna be the Mary Poppins kind.

"But, uh." she scratched her neck. "It's not like a movie night kinda movie, if you know what I mean." splaying a hand towards him, then dropping it on her knee.

"Oh." He knew that, too. It either meant some weird artsy thing or 'horror' in the kind of way that wasn't fun.

"Well, what about this one?"

The boxes clacked as he put one back and took out another. He held up 'Full Metal Jacket', which wasn't much better.

"Mmmm..." she considered. "Still kind of a downer. You'd like the first half, but I think, uh, after that you wouldn't care."

"But it's like a war movie? Those are fun, right?"

She snickered. "Yeah. About Vietnam, you dork; it ain't Rambo. That shit was definitely not fun."

"Why, were you there?" wryly.

A gleam of mischief flashed in the corner of her mouth.

"Uhhh. Ya." like it was obvious.

"Wait, really?"

She squinted and started in a gruff, chiselled voice. "Oh yeah. Musta mowed down a hundred * in that platoon...", taking a deep and hard swig that she privately regretted once the aftertaste kicked.

"Shhhhudddup!" he laughed, as much at himself for even humouring the possibility for half a second.

She chuckled and set the drink down, but suddenly her eyes shot open and she looked flustered. "Oh, don't repeat that!" hurriedly, reaching out a hand and covering her mouth with the other. "Don't repeat that, that's not a word you can use!" rushing the words out and starting to chortle. "That-that's the beer talking. You'll get in BIG trouble if you say that."

"Yeah, I know."

Her eyebrows flicked in surprise for a moment as if asking 'how!?'.

"Well- I mean, I didn't know. But I don't repeat stuff you say, I mean."

"Ohh, right." she settled with a last giggle.

She swallowed. "Anyway." raising her hands with closed eyes. "I don't think that ones a good choice."

Dipper clicked his tongue in thought.

"Got any good spooky stuff?"

"Oh, dude, do I."

She stood up, and walked over to the shelves on the right. She looked back with a smirk and raised a finger saying 'observe' this shit that's about to blow your mind. The boy shuffled and crossed his arms with a smile awaiting the goods.

The shelf had a larger slot at the bottom that could fit various boxes, some of cardboard, and this one of plastic, labelled with scratched paper and pen marker declaring 'HORROR'.

He bit his lip envisioning the kind of messed up things that must be in there; the sorts of revolting scenes an erudite of the genre six years older than him wouldn't flinch at.

The box simply slid out when she grabbed it by the lip, but somehow it felt like she'd gone down a dark passage and blew dust off it with an oil lantern in one hand and a cursed, ornate key in the other.

He kept wondering. Serial killers, flaying, butthole stuff, genocide, torture, probably poop involved somewhere. All kinds of crazy shenanigans.

She knelt, and slapped the lid of the box with both hands, before sliding it off to reveal the contents. Which would have been a little more theatrical if the box wasn't translucent.

He gazed into the pit of tapes.

"Pick yer poison, dipperoni." steepling, with an ominous voice.

'Halloween', 'IT', 'The Return of the Living Dead', 'Hostel', she hissed and snatched at the CD.

"Exceptthatone!"

She really, really, really needed to sort the 'funny monster gibs 80's teenagers' movies from the 'people actually getting tortured' movies.

Wendy noticed Dipper look a little less sure about watching a horror movie.

"Uhh, just... just pick any. And I'll let you know if it's okay. Mmkay?"

He nodded and continued looking.

"I wouldn't let you watch anything that'd make you, like, upset. Don't worry."

"I know..." he whispered warmly.

She pinched his cheek.

Several cases toppled and clacked the plastic as he pulled one out. "This one looks... interesting."

'CRITTERS II: THE MAIN COURSE'

"Oh, that movie fuckin' rocks." she laughed. "It sucks, but it fuckin' rocks."

"Heh heh~ What's it about?"

"It's like dollar store Gremlins."

The corny ass Dreamworks face of the monster on the cover seemed to infect him more with a breathy laughter by the second.

"I-hi-hi, I think I'll pass on dollar store Gremlins."

"Hm hm, oo-kay."

Wendy had taken to flipping through some of the covers herself; it had been a while. She huffed a single laugh thinking about Christopher Lee in Howling II, hummed fondly thinking of the first time watching Little Shop of Horrors as a girl, and remembered snatching Maniac Cop 2 on discount as soon as she saw it in Blockbusters just so she could rip 'Children of the Night', which she just now noticed herself singing under her breath unbidden, then soon after 'Alone in the Night' by Leatherwolf and 'Darkest Side of the Night' by Metropolis and a few other 'the Night's.

"This summer... the ball is back" Dipper giggled, reading the tagline of Phantasm II. "What's this one?" holding it up.

"That's dollar store Evil Dead."

"Huh? Never heard of that."

"D-" she jolted.

"Dude."

For a second she thought it inconceivable that an eleven year old wouldn't know an almost two decade old movie.

"That's the one. That's what we're watching, Evil Dead II." immediately rooting for it then holding it up, rapping the side of the case with a bit lip like 'this is the shit right here'. The only reason it wasn't on her 'favourites' shelf was because it wasn't as rewatchable as films with more substance.

"Is it like, 'scary' scary?" with mild trepidation, his eyes following as she moved to the stand.

"It's, umm..." fixing her hair and looking up to think "not ''scary' scary' scary, but it might be scary for a kid. Don't worry, though, it's a blast. You'll love it." raising a finger to reassure while Dipper tried to figure out the nested 'scary's.

"Mmmmm... okay." he agreed enthusiastically.

She slapped it on top of the VCR. Dipper had no frame of reference, so trusted her taste and better judgement, with a simmering excitement to find out what it was.

"I'm gonna go get a drink." she sighed as she stood. "This tastes like dick and ass." half-muttered, wiggling the quarter empty bottle.

"Alright." he said while crashing on the sofa.

She made to the steps, then looked back. "Want anything?"

He'd downed a pepsi just an hour before when they came back from the town. "Not yet, thanks."

"Mkay." continuing up.

For a moment. she looked at him nestled by the armrest again. She moved over the railing and hummed lovingly. Dipper looked up to her leaning over.

"You get nice n' cosy." quietly, reaching down to pull a blanket over. "I'll go fetch yer teddies, too." booping his nose with a dimpled smile.

His backpack in the kitchen had a notebook, a pencil, a few cans, a copy of 'Passport to Magonia', and a selection of his plushies. If anyone else had (correctly) assumed he wanted them, he would have gone on masculinity red alert, but here he only returned the smile.

The light went off, with the hall door left open, leaving the well-loved beige bouclé that enveloped him lit softly blue by the static hearth. They'd lie down and just talk in the quiet for a good half-hour before the food came, or maybe see whatever shitty network sitcom was on at this hour while they waited. He sighed dreamily.

[hurlumerlu]

... je peux en savoir plus sur le trans Peter ?

Oh ! I don't know how much this will interest you, but sure ? So trans Pete, and my tags on this post, refers to a fic I wrote about Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham - a.k.a Pete, a character from the show Kinnporsche.

(I've been somewhat obsessed with him and the way his role in the story bounces from "loyal soldier" to "best friend in a college romcom" to "goon number 3" to "silly guy" to "thriller protagonist" to "romantic lead" to "highlighter of themes and motives", wildly and not necessarily in that order.)

He ins't trans in the show, but I think his character is fun to examine through the lense of transidentity so I... actually didn't examine shit, but I did write a fic where he is a trans man. It's simply the re-writing of a scene that happens in the show, where Pete is captured and tortured by Vegas, our for now main antagonist, and his future love interest. Though the specifics change, the basis stay the same : Vegas's been hurting Pete for a while now, and though Pete isn't exactly chipper he's not fully breaking down either, so Vegas switches tactics until he finds something that could work. At which point Vegas's dad barges into the torture basement, berates his son for failing to follow orders and hits him, eliciting this interesting facial response from Pete. He then orders Vegas to clean up his mess (an expression that here means shoot Pete dead) and leave. Pete, seeing the end of the line... kinda laughs.

In my fic however, Pete doesn't just laugh - he speaks. The line is "by the way, interesting bruise you got on your face", referencing the way Vegas tried to taunt him earlier *and* the beating Pete just witnessed. And here is where we finally get to the point, because show!Pete would absolutely, 100%, not fucking say that.

Pete is a compassionate guy. Of course he can and will turn it off for work - he's a professional - but he is good at putting himself in other people's shoes. He is also not cruel (though I'm sure he could be if work demanded it) and we never see him pour salt on a wound even when he would have ample cause to do so. Crucially, Pete was also abused by his father, and this commonality is something he always uses to connect and sympathize with Vegas. But Pete is also cis. Naturally, you could write trans!Pete exactly like he is in the show. But when I was toying with the idea of Pete as a trans man, imagining him growing and rising up in a violent, hyper-masculine world, I thought "this guy's position was even worse than his show counterpart, he must at the very least have brushed off more insults, the pills he's had to swallow must have been just sliiiightly more bitter". So my Pete is a bit meaner, a bit less patient, a bit more judgemental (not that show!Pete isn't judgemental, lol. king of eye-rolls), and a bit more ready to use a weakness when he smells it. But even with all this, I still think my Pete wouldn't normally go there. Except he's had - to put it mildly - a shit day, and he wants to get it over with, so he does something out of character. He pours salt on the wound. And boy have I struggled with this single fucking line ! It wasn't in my first draft, and after that I kept adding it and putting it back in and removing it and putting it back in and just generally giving myself a full headache over it. Was it too out of character or just enough ? Well, I still don't know. I put it back at the last minute, for multiple reasons - not all pertinent on a writing level (for example, seeing a bit too many "sweet angel" characterization of the guy might have tipped the balance a bit. so did my wife saying she'd personally keep the line). I'm happy with that decision. At the same time, if I were to write a follow-up to this fic (which I am actually doing but I'm so fucking slow it will probably never see the light of day, moving on) I would probably scrap the line, because I'm pretty sure this sentence would destroy the chances of a relationship between them far more than any night of torture ever could. So, good for a short fic, not for a long one (or at least not one where they fall in love). Still : in the end, going ooc was the point, even if i'm not entirely sure about the results.

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[hotxcheeto]

Hi, could you write an abby x fem reader where they’re in a relationship and abby beats the shit out of owen for either disrespecting the reader because he wants abby back or trying to flirt with the reader just to be an asshole. And afterwards the reader drags abby back to their room because she found the fight and stuff hot and they just have rough jealous/angry sex. Thanks if you write it haha.

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, Angst, Owen being a douche, consensual rough sex, switch!Abby, switch!reader, fingering, degradation, thigh riding, light choking, alcohol/drinking

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/I got lazy halfway through

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'm so sorry this took so long babes! Literally a month late but I hope you enjoy!

It was a night to celebrate, it was Nora's birthday anyway. The group finally all together in the same room drunk and talking, music in the background to keep everyone company when it got too quiet.

Manny had left, having to go on patrol early in the morning. And Mel aswell, no allowed to get drunk and exhausted from all the dancing a now sleeping Nora had forced her to do.

It was calmer then it was earlier, the party feel beginning to die down. Everyone that was awake and still there talking quietly or laying down. Only a few of you remaining.

"No way, I'd totally win that fight." You laughed, against Abby's thigh, her hand in your hair while arguing with Leah over who'd win a drunken fight, you or Jordan. "Honestly I fucking see it, he's a moron." "I'm right here." You both looked back to Jordan as you laughed, a dopey drunken smile on his face.

"I'd win." He slurred, giggly afterwards sending both you and Leah into tears. "Sure buddy, keep saying that." "I'm gonna go grab a drink, you want anything?" You then turned to look up at the blonde, a grin still on your face before nodding. "Just water please. Thank you." Abby nodded, standing up while helping you sit up.

"What're we talking about over here ladies?" Owen's voice then appeared, Jordan scoffing before rolling onto his side, face pressed against the cushion of the couch. Body sliding against the wooden floor. "I'm not a girl." "You sure act like one." Leah teased, looking over at her boyfriend who scoffed like a child once again.

"Whatever." Owen then sat beside you, obviously wasted just like Jordan. You could smell it on him, then again the entire room reeked of alcohol. "How're you doing today, Y/n?" His words were badly put together, all over the place as he smiled at you, leaning forward slightly. "Just amazing, how about you Owen?"

You held in your laughter as he waved his hands around, a beer in his left. "Just... great. But like, I gotta say, it would be so much better if this shit was over." "Oh really? Why?" Now that peaked the curiosity, bringing your knees to your chest before leaning in towards him.

Leah was too distracted with Jordan's slurred rant about his muscles to hear what you were talking about with Owen. But you didn't even notice. Too focused on the man in front of you.

"I dunno." "Oh c'mon, what's wrong? Did Manny's singing finally get to you? He left like an hour ago, if that helps." Owen didn't quite laugh though, only shaking his head. Toothy smile still on his face. "No, but that is pretty bad." You nodded.

"Then what's up?" "Fuck, you're gonna hate me." You shook your head then, pushing your hair back. "You're drunk Owen." "That's why I'm gonna tell you the truth." You looked around, seeing Abby coming from the kitchen looking at Nick as he said his goodbyes.

"You're just.. you're so annoying sometimes." He laughed but you didn't, still smiling, staring at him confused. "What do you mean?" He was drunk, again, that was obvious. "You just talk so fucking loud. And Abby always brings you everywhere. You're annoying." He restated again, leaning back on the couch and staring at you as your smile began to fall.

"Oh.. well I didn't really mean it-" "That's what they all say." You laughed awkwardly, noticing a few of your friends now looking at you both. "What?" You laughed again. "You are so.. lovey-dovey to Abby.." He said dramatically, chuckling as he spoke. "-but you just look stupid. She's just sad cause.. cause of, like, her life."

"Owen what the hell?" Leah was now back to the conversation, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What? Just being honest. Told you you'd hate me." He slurred, unaware of the weight of his words. Your smile was gone, looking down at your hands, feeling like everyone was looking right at you.

"What the fuck?" Then there was Abby's voice. "Owen you ruined it, I was about to get laid-" "Jordan shut it." Leah interrupted, waving her hand in front of his face. "Are you fucking serious?" You looked over at Abby, shaking your head. "It's fine, I'm just gonna get out of here."

You smiled like it was nothing, standing up from the couch. "No, what the fuck Owen?" Abby set down the beer, water bottle still in her hand. "Well shit Abbs, someone had to say something." "No, you fucking didn't." You walked around the couch, moving in front of Abby.

Her jaw clenched tightly, staring at Owen with anger clouding her eyes along with a slight glaze. "Abbs, you've both drank tonight really it's no biggie." You tried pulling her arm but she didn't move. "Shut up Abby, we all see it." "Owen be quiet for once in your fucking life." Jordan then complained, rubbing his head.

"Let's go." "Yes Abby, let's go." Owen mocked you, smiling like it was some sort of joke. Sure to regret this when we woke up the next morning. Or at least you hoped he would. "Please." You whispered low enough for just her to hear.

"Fuck." Abby stumbled past you, walking towards the front of the room. "Whatever, fuck off." "Owen shut up!" Abby went to turn around, and did successfully did even as you tried pushing her towards the door.

Owen had gotten off the couch, stumbling over to you both standing just a mere feet away.

"Owen, drop it." "Jesus fuck man just shut up." The pleas of your friends fell on deaf ears though for a now fuming Abby. And a still laughing Owen, stepping closer to Abby. "Just a backup plan." He pronounced obnoxiously, but didn't expect Abby to shove him backwards.

"Hey, hey, hey!" "Alright, out, Abby go! Go home!" You pulled the girl back, despite her pushing away from you. "Let's go, please."

You wondered, as you walked back to your guys room, what was dancing through Abby's head. Walking far ahead of you, shoving herself through the front door into the large room you shared. She didn't bother shutting it behind her as she knew you were close to follow.

Softly shutting the door behind you. You turned around, seeing Abby sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall with a blank face. Zero emotion expressed at all.

"Thank you for defending my honor, Abigail." Abby only huffed, looking at you with a pout. "I'm sorry." "He's drunk, he probably won't even remember. Besides, this week has been so boring, totally would've watched my hot girlfriend fight her ex for me."

"Hot?" She then finally did a little smile, still slightly inebriated. "Totally, especially when angry." You walked up to her, standing in front of the girl as her hands moved to hold your waist.

You could tell she was still angry though, running your thumb over her eyebrow. Barely focused on how she stared at you, examining every inch of your face.

"That asshole has no idea.. what he's talking about." She whispered, slightly sloppy, staring up at you with a sideways smile. You giggled, your head falling back feeling Abby pull you forward. You body leaning on hers as she began to kiss your neck.

"Abby..." You dragged her name out, laughing before falling onto the bed. Looking up at her. "So is it true?" "Is what true?" "Am I the backup plan?" Abby then huffed, going back to her blank state. "Abby, I'm just joking." You sat up, leaning your chin on your hand that rested on her shoulder.

"You're not a backup plan. Owen's just a fucking idiot." "Oh, okay, I'll keep that in mind." You nodded, slipping your shoes off. "What the fuck does that mean?" Abby was beginning to sober up, watching you shrug. "I dunno. But I'm tired." "I'm fucking not, I'm pissed." "You're always pissed about something."

Abby put her hands up dramatically but didn't saying anything comprehensible. Looking at you confused.

"It's okay, it's hot. Seeing you get mad at everyone, you've been running on a short fuse lately, huh?" "Have not." "Mm, I disagree Abbs." Abby scoffed and stood up, slowly turning around to you on the bed. "Fuck off Y/n." "See?" "You wanna see short fuse?"

You stared at her for a minute, slowly a grin appeared on your face. "I think I do?" You then said, the girl still staring at you with fire in her eyes. "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean c'mon, Owen called me a backup plan. That's gotta suc-" She gripped your ankles pulling your ass to the very edge of the bed.

"Abby!" You squealed, but she didn't even crack a smile. Looking down at you angrily. "Shut it." "Aww, I blew the fuse, didn't I?" You sat up slightly, tilting your head. Abby then grabbed the back of your neck forcing your face close to hers.

"You should really show me how angry Owen made you. I think it'll be great for the both of us." "Really?" You nodded with a grin, her hand still holding your neck. "Please." You then pleaded, watching her straighten up, tilting her head slightly as you stared up at her.

"Please fuck me." You whispered into the silence, her hand moving from the back of your neck to the front. Finally, she smashed her lips into yours her finger tips moving to the hem of your shirt.

Abby tasted like liquor, and shitty beer that was probably stale yet she still drank because she was too drunk to care. You were beginning to feel the ache between your legs, rubbing your thighs together.

"Abby..." You whined as she pulled away, slowly dragging her fingers up and underneath your shirt. Running the tips along the bare skin of your sides. She wasn't going to be nice though, you could see it in her eyes, watching her hands on your skin.

She then roughly pulled you forward by your shirt. Slipping of the garment, leaving you in just a thin tank top and your pants. But Abby didn't say a word, pulling you up and onto your feet.

"Take off your jeans." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed where you once laid. You barely questioned her, looking down before unbuttoning your pants, slipping them down your legs.

Now you stood in barely any clothing, your nipples shown through your tank top. Abby had spread her legs, staring at you like you were a piece of meat she was ready to devour after weeks of hunger.

"C'mere." Her voice then broke the tension, a smirk finding its way onto your lips as you walked closer to her. Shrieking when she gripped your hips pulling you in front of her. "Ride my thigh." "But-" "Ride. My. Thigh." Abby stared at you with her eyebrows slightly raised, tilting her head once again.

You held back the urge to roll your eyes and swung your leg over hers. Placing yourself right onto her clothed thigh, making contact with your very thinly covered pussy.

You let in a sharp, small breath. Glaring at Abby when she leaned back on her hands. Putting your hands just in front of you on her thigh, you began moving your hips. Your clit rubbing against the fabric almost perfectly.

You let out a disgruntled moan, grinding into her slightly harder. Looking up at her with hooded eyes, beginning to pick up the pace just slightly.

"That feels so good." Your breathy voice spoke first, Abby admitting a light chuckle from her lips. "You look so pretty when you act slutty." Her left hand came up to your face as she sat up slightly. "Shut up." You whined, still moving your hips as a slower rate. Clit pushing into her sending a numbing feeling through your thighs.

It felt so good, even though your muscles were beginning to get tired from keeping you in the same position. Your knuckles beginning to turn white as you gripped Abby's thigh, pushing yourself roughly into her.

"Abby..." You moaned, picking up the pace, pleasure pulsating through your pussy. "Fuck.." Your head fell back, Abby laughing slightly once again. "Shit, it's adorable really." "I hate you, you fucking asshole." "Now who's the angry one?"

"Fuck y-" Her hand soon found its way back to your neck, wrapping around your neck to make you look at her. "Don't be a bitch." "Don't be an asshole." Her other hand them moved to roughly hit your ass, grabbing the skin harshly. Her hand beginning to move your hips for you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You began to feel it, your hole clenching around nothing as the pleasure skyrocketed, a pit growing in your stomach. As Abby moved to help you cum, you pushed your lips into hers, grinning into the kiss when you shoved your hands into her pants.

"Here, let me help." You began circling her clit, feeling yourself inching closer to your high. Throwing your head back, Abby beginning to kiss your neck sucking and biting everywhere she could.

"I'm gonna cum." You moaned, pushing into her as hard as you could, your pussy tingling, clenching and unclenching as you finally came all over her leg, her jeans now more wet then they were before. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Abby, fuck!" You fell forward, still grinding against her thigh as you came. Kissing her neck, still continuing to finger her despite your shaking body.

"It's your turn." You said in a sing-songy voice beginning to slow your movements. "Fuck, Y/n." "C'mon, have you been so pissy cause I haven't let you come in a while?" Now it was your time to be dominant, giving her a deep kiss, feeling her moan into your mouth.

"Don't worry Abby, I'm not upset about Owen. Have you looked at him?" She would've laughed if you hadn't stuck to fingers deep inside of her just as you asked the question, her head falling back slightly, a grumbly noise admitting from her throat.

"You look so hot when you're angry. God, it's such a turn on." You kissed her again, pumping your fingers in and out of you. And it didn't take long until you felt her gripping at you. Pussy tightening around your fingers. "You're so needy, Abbs. He's just mad I fuck you better with my fingers then he ever could fuck you with his dick."

Abby stared into your eyes, mouth agape, whiney moans leaving her lips. "Come on Abby, cum for me." You could feel yourself aching all over again, kissing her again just as Abby's release finally washed over her. Moaning into your mouth as you kissed her again and again.

"Fucking hell, that was hot." You smiled, slowly bringing her down before sitting back, still in her lap. "Owen is such a moron." You then complained, standing up from her. "Wanna shower with me?" Abby said something incoherent, looking up at you with a slight pout of annoyance.

"C'mon, pouty pants. I'm covered in sweat cause you made me do most of the work." "I hate you." "Yeah right."

A/n: Owen is a warning in itself

[biohzrds]

I got something fun, Reader chooses mischief when it comes to Sun & Moon, what do I mean by that? Transparent/invisible stickers, they sneakily put them on Sun any chance they get when he's distracted, the stickers are attached and can't be seen, at least in the light, when the light turn off and it's Moons turn to be out Moon has a bunch of small to tiny glow in the dark dots of yellows and blues are all over Moon's chest, back and arms arranged to look like stars in the sky, what's your headcanon for how they both respond to finding out about the harmless prank once the lights go out?

ohh i love this idea!! thanks so much for the request, i really hope this is okay!! i mostly wrote this for moon since they're glow in the dark stickers but if you like it then i'd be more than willing to write another part for sun! <3

in this piece, the reader is an assistant to sun & moon in the daycare. completely gender neutral!

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Sun was easily distractible, so it wasn’t too hard to sneakily plant the transparent stickers onto his frame when he was tending to children or cleaning up one of the many messes made in the day-to-day chaos of a daycare. Even if he did "catch" you, you were easily able to brush it off as a friendly touch and it made him so giddy! You almost felt bad for tricking him once you realized how happy the little reassuring touches made him, so you make a mental note to keep it going even once your harmless prank was over.

You found yourself becoming nervous as naptime approached. Moon has never been violent or even rude to you before, but you knew his demeanor. He was unpredictable, so much unlike Sun, but you had truly hoped that he would appreciate the gesture. Even though it was just a silly little prank between coworkers, you really did like both of the daycare attendants and you had tried your best to make the pattern pleasing.

Sun approached you and gave you a little tap on the nose, "Hey there best friend!" He chimed happily, his voice hushed as the children were winding down. "Time for lights out, okay?" He was always so considerate. It was no secret that Moon was scary to a lot of people, children and adults alike. Even though you had never expressed feeling that way, he still wanted to be sure. Didn't want you to scare off, you're too important...

"Okay," you beamed, nervousness creeping it's way to your fingertips as you reached for the light switch, "ready when you are, Sunny!" With that, he gave you an encouraging nod and the daycare plunged into darkness.

Despite your time working in the daycare, it still took a few minutes for your eyes to adjust to the pitch black of the room. There were always a few children that were startled by it, or tried to sneakily talk to their friends, and you were quick to gently hush them into silence.

Little snores fill the room as you heard mechanical clicking coming from your side, a telltale sign the Moon was active and ready to do his job. A soft red glow enveloped you as his gaze fell to your frame. Always seeking you out first. You nervously turn to see daycare attendant's faceplate do a quick little twirl, a quirk that you loved.

"Hellllooooooo..." He rumbles. The dark scratch of his voice in contrast to sun's cheerful timber always sent shivers down your spine. Not in a bad way, just... different. "...what do we have here, hmm?"

Shit, he noticed way faster than you had hoped. You felt your heart beating in your throat, unsure of why you were suddenly so scared. Your animatronic coworker fell silent, inspecting the soft yellow and purple glow of the stickers you had carefully placed earlier in the day that littered his arms. You watched as his permanently grinning faceplate slowly tilted down to his body, where a peppering of stickers splayed out in a mockery of the night sky itself.

The silence was thick, as if all the sleeping children had faded from existence and left only the two of you in the darkness of the daycare. His gaze snapped down to you suddenly and before you could blink there were two large, soft hands on either side of your face. Firm, but not forceful. Even so, you felt the power held behind his actions. Sun was always so good about restraint, despite their strength, but Moon was a little wilder than his bright counterpart. Still, there was a... gentleness to his touch.

"You did thissss?" His tone was accusatory but not angry. You blink up at him and nod, a slight shake to your voice. "Yes, I... well, I- I found these stickers the other day and it reminded me of you and... they were glow in the dark! So I hoped you would like them, um, but if you don't I can take them off real easy--" His thumb brushed over your lips quickly, softly, the red light that fell upon your face flickered but only for a moment. A shiver ran through you again.

Moon knelt until he was at eye level with you and though he couldn't emote, there was a... softness to his movements. "No, stay," he commanded gently, "they stay." You could hear the clicking and whirring of his mechanical body and you could've sworn you'd never heard his voice so quiet before. A robotic finger reached up to slowly entangle with a lose piece of hair that fell from you head, twirling it methodically. You had to steady yourself, slow your breathing. His faceplate inched closer to you as if he was inspecting you. Another little twirl of his features, which made you scrunch up your nose in happiness. You really did love that.

"Oh, Moony, I'm so glad you like them," you whispered, careful not to wake the children, "I was honestly afraid you'd hate it."

His hands, still on either side of your face, took on a noticeable heat at your words. "No no no no no, could never hate it, never." God, he was purring like a damn cat. He didn't care. The happy electrical impulses overriding his system felt so nice, wanted it to last forever. "Love it, I love it, I love," he stopped himself, "everything that you do, so perfect. So sweet. So kiiiiiind to Moon. Thinking of me even when..."

Before you know it, you've been pulled against his tall frame, hunched over perfectly to mold into you. You said a silent prayer, thankful that the lights were off, lest anyone see the blush that settled upon your cheeks. His hand pressed to the back of your head and you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. The teeth of his faceplate came to rest against the crown of your head, a series of quiet clicks imminating from his voicebox.

"...even when I'm hardly around... So special, sososo special, so precious. Thank you."

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My take on THAT. scene.

I will start here. So this is the first time Porsche and Kinn see each other after that deadly mission:

Keep in mind that the last time they saw each other, they had their very emotional farewell where Kinn kissed Porsche's forehead.

The reason Porsche is smiling here isn't because he enjoys Kinn being jealous or interfering, it's simply because he's there. Just like the night before the mission when Kinn escaped the hospital only to see Porsche, he's happy and glad to see him again. Porsche doesn't even think of Vegas here, it's only Kinn. He's so happy that he doesn't even see/realise the anger in Kinn's face. That's why he's so confused when Kinn's first words are:

"What the heck were you doing?"

Porsche immediately realises that Kinn is about to accuse the shit out of him although the assumption is a thought that is actually SO far away from him. After everything they've been through, he can't believe that Kinn still seems to assume he betrayed him. Remember the scene where Porsche and Kinn were talking about Mes' incident and Kinn made clear Porsche is the one he would suspect the most if there really was an insider selling their information? Even if they weren't as close there yet, Porsche was clearly pissed and said "Look at what I've just been through.. and you're still thinking that it's me?" He already seemed so hurt there, now imagine the impact of Kinn's words and distrust SEVERAL episodes LATER.

Porsche expected Kinn to be happy they saw each other again, maybe even to hear him say "I'm glad you kept your promise and returned to me, how have you been?" He expected anything but a light slap. Kinn's reaction comes totally unexpected, Porsche isn't even able to process the Kinn he just faced, only thing he knows is that it hurts. F*cking much. That's why he directly pushes him away now that he has realised what's actually happening. I love how he defends himself by saying "You never trust me" though, he could basically just leave without saying anything as he feels broken as hell there but he doesn't, Kinn has become way too important to him. When Porsche says that, Kinn nods multiple times which only hurts him more. So he chooses to shoot back at him by mentioning his past, "Shoot me already, just like how you shot your ex", trying to hurt him just as much. And it works. We immediately see a change in Kinn's facial expression, even that single background sound right after Porsche's words indicate that he has just reopened an old wound. They're both very stubborn and although they don't mean it/don't want to, they keep on hurting each other more and more. Kinn is the one who even starts to insult Porsche, taking it too far but Porsche insults him too, right afterwards. The only difference is that Porsche is way more honest than Kinn; he offends him but also declares his love for him. And.. oh boy, how much I wished the camera perspective had switched to Kinn there so we could see his reaction properly.. but it didn't. Things happened and continued way too quickly, maybe that's why some viewers didn't even realise that Porsche actually confessed to Kinn (at least verbally) in that very scene. Even Kinn didn't have the chance to process what he has just heard as Porsche was about to leave.

Then we see Kinn doing what he does best: showing how he feels through his actions. He doesn't want to cut off the situation they're in but he also doesn't know what to say so he just catches him hectically without a single word, hoping that Porsche stays. He manages to apologise but he knows that an "I'm sorry" isn't enough, that's why he's so frustrated but he also just doesn't know how to deal with the whole incident: Porsche could have died, Vegas managed to get (too!) close to him and, on top of everything, Porsche just confessed he loves him. Kinn realised his feelings so much earlier but - as totally expected - Porsche is the one who confessed first. Porsche resists by turning his back on him first but as soon as he hears him say "sorry" though, feeling the forehead and then lips of the man he loves on his neck, he knows he can't resist anymore, so he slowly turns around (to Kinn's relief). And that's because he knows Kinn means it. Porsche has seen Kinn's true colours so he knows exactly what and how he feels right there at that moment.

I love how both of them calm down after that highly tense atmosphere. They come back to their senses and realise nobody else matters. It's them and them only. What I also love is that we see Kinn smile for the first time in that scene the moment Porsche also starts to put his hand on him:

He knows he fucked up before, that's why he always held himself back afterwards - until here & now. Despite everything he has done to him, Porsche still confessed his love to Kinn, on top of that right after being called "loose" by the same man. That's why Kinn is so insanely out of control. He can't believe it. It's the first time he gets to be much closer to Porsche again who this time reciprocates everything he does. Both of them have a blast doing what they're doing.

Oh, and.. is Kinn moaning "Porsche" during love scenes their thing? Because I'm losing my shit everytime I hear that.. I really need Porsche to moan "Kinn" as well, please, please make it happen.

[hyperfixatingmenever]

Stargazing | One-Shot | 3K | General

Title: Stargazing

Fandom: Euphoria

Pairing: Fezco / Lexi Howard

Rating: General

Word Count: 3K

A/N: Just pure tooth rotting fluff.

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It had been a couple weeks since Ash had shown Lexi the roof, with the old lounge chair that neither Fez nor Ash had the heart to get rid of. Lexi had found solace up there, on the long summer days. She'd pack a bag full of things to keep her entertained, and she'd spend the day up there while Ash and Fez worked. It had also become something of a daily routine, Lexi would pack lunch for the three of them in a small cooler. She'd start lunch with Ash, then the boys would switch, and Fez would finish lunch with her. Ash had finally warmed up to Lexi, so much so in fact, Fez sometimes felt like he had to fight his little brother for his girlfriend's attention, but overall, Fez couldn't be happier.

With the intense heat, the city had decided on rolling blackouts in hopes of preventing overheating and a blowout. The ‘rough side’ of the city was taking the brunt of it, so Fez decided to close up early. He remembered Lexi telling him earlier that crime rose during the summer, so he wasn’t taking any chances. Ash had snuck up to the roof while he was supposed to be doing inventory, but Fez turned a blind eye and let him go. There weren't many times he got to be a kid, or irresponsible so Fez was going to let it slide. Most days, the brothers could be at the shop anywhere from 11 pm to 2 am, but tonight, it was just after 9 pm, and Fez couldn't wait to go home. After finishing restocking, inventory and cash out, Fez slowly climbed the ladder to the roof to tell Lexi and Ash it was time to go home. As he got closer and closer to the top, he could hear Lexi's soft voice explaining something.

"You see that star there? That's Polaris or more commonly known as the north star. It's in the Ursa Minor constellation, and if you follow directly across - you can find Ursa Major. Most people just call them big and little dipper, though."

Fez was peeking over the roof, and he could see both Lexi and Ash laying on their backs, looking at the stars, with Lexi’s hand pointed up. Fez smiled but didn't want to ruin their moment, so he continued to just listen to Lexi's honey voice.

"Do you want to know the myth behind Ursa Major and Minor?"

Ash was silent, but Fez could see him nodding his head.

"So even though we call them big and little dipper, the ancient Greeks saw them as bears. Ursa Major actually means larger bear, and Ursa Minor means smaller bear in Latin. So, according to legend, Ursa Major was once the beautiful maiden Callisto, who Zeus had an affair with. In order to protect her and their son, Arcas, from his jealous wife Hera, Zeus turned Callisto and Arcas into bears. Then he picked up the bears by their short, stubby tails and threw them into the sky."

"Yo. What the fuck? Zeus is an ass."

Lexi chuckled. "Yeah he is, isn't he?"

There was silence for a moment before Ash asked an uncharacteristic question. "Do ya know any other stories about constellations?"

Though Fez couldn't see her face, he knew her well enough to imagine her biting the corner of her lip as she tried to hide a smile.

"Yeah, I know a couple other stories."

Lexi started to tell the story of Orion, the mighty hunter and pointed out the stars in his 'belt'. Eventually, Fez made his way up and over to Lexi and Ash. Scooting in beside Lexi, he tried to silently lay down and not interrupt the new story.

"Oh, hi, baby!" She reached out and held his hand. "Is it eleven already?" she asked.

Fez kissed their intertwined fingers. "Nah, it's only after nine."

Lexi nodded a little. "I just thought with the power out, the light pollution would be low enough we might see the stars."

With his tough exterior back on Ash grumbled, "I never got why everyone has such a hard-on for stars? They just balls of burnin’ gas and shit."

Fez gave a small chuckle. "Oh, is that why you left me to finish inventory myself?"

The closest Ash ever got to sheepishly, he replied, "Well, I couldn’ leave Lex up here all by herself. And constellations and shit…are kinda fire..."

Lexi giggled and thanked Ash for the company. Even though Fez was initially excited to go home, he started to understand the peace that Lexi felt up here and didn't want to go.

They stayed up there for quite some time, Lexi pointed out constellations and retold myths, Ash asking the occasional question, and Fez adding his staple colloquial dialogue to prove he was listening, 'Word. Forreal? Wild. Shits' crazy.' All while playing with Lexi's hand.

Eventually, Lexi noticed that she was the only one talking. Turning her head to Ash, she saw him curled up beside her, with his mouth open, fast asleep. She smiled and turned towards Fez, who looked nearly identical to his brother. Rolling over to her stomach, she looked at Fez. She had come to notice that only when he slept did he look his age. Carefully she cupped his cheek and stroked it with her thumb, tracing over his delicate freckles and reddish beard. Looking at her phone, it was a quarter to eleven. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss on Fez's lips and withdrew. He responded to the kiss without even being fully awake and immediately missed her lips. Slowly his eyes open, and try to focus on her face in the minimal light. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep, but he was happy to wake up beside Lexi.

"Come on, baby, let's go home."

Fez's eyes finally adapt to the low light, and he can make out Lexi’s beautiful face. He nods and kisses her again before finally standing and helping her up. Knowing Ash could sleep through a hurricane, he squats down to shake Ash awake, but he feels Lexi's hand on his shoulder and looks up.

"He's out like a light. Could you just carry him?"

He smiled at Lexi, always worried about others. He gave a small nod before gently picking up his brother and moving him into a position similar to a piggyback. Ash woke up, just enough to secure his legs, before quickly leaning his head on Fez’s back and falling back asleep. Lexi came over and gently caressed Ash's head, and gave Fez a quick peck on the cheek.

Without the need for words, Fez and Lexi silently grabbed their things and headed down the ladder. Fez went first, then Lexi came down, and as she got closer to the ground, she felt a comforting hand on her lower back, making sure she was safe. As they made it to the car, Fez laid Ash down in the back, and Lexi quickly threw a large sweater over him, making sure he stayed warm.

The drive home was silent, Lexi enjoyed the breeze from the open window, and Fex enjoyed tangling his fingers with hers. They were in no rush to get home, so Fez drove slowly and savoured every red light where Lexi would lean over and kiss him. Finally arriving home, they slowly made their way to the house. As Lexi opened the door and Fez carried Ash in, Lexi was hit with an old memory from when she was 5 or 6.

Her dad had her on his back, and her mom had Cassie wrapped around her front. It was one of the only 'family vacations' they ever went on that didn't end in a disaster. They had arrived home before the sun even rose, and they placed the girls in their respective beds. Giving them both kisses on the forehead they quietly snuck out of their daughter’s room. Lexi couldn't remember where they went, but she remembered how happy everyone was. She remembered getting a tower of whip cream on waffles at rest stops, getting a tiny stuffed animal as a souvenir and all of them singing songs in the car. This was all before the drugs and alcohol ruined her family. As she came out of this memory she felt like something had just been ripped out of her chest.

Lexi tried her best to act like nothing was happening, so she followed Fez to Ash's room. Leaning against the door frame she sees Fez lay Ash down on his bed, pull off his shoes and pull a blanket over him. As she watched how gentle Fez was with Ash she realized she hasn't had this, a family, in a really long time. Lexi bit her inner cheek and smiled, she loved her two boys and the little family they had together. As Fez walked towards her, she backed out of the doorway so he could close the door. Fez looked up at her, and she noticed the immediate concern on his face.

"Lexi. Baby. What's wrong? Why are you cryin?" Both of Fez's hands immediately cup her face and wipe away her tears with his thumbs.

Lexi didn't even know she had been crying, she chuckled, but this didn't stop the concerned look on Fez's face as he pulled her into their bedroom. Together they sat on the bed, Fez initially wanted to wrap her in his arms, but he just kept staring, wondering what had happened and what to do?

Lexi reached up and held his hands, which were still cupping her face. "I'm fine. Really, it's okay." Lexi gives a tender smile, trying to prove she was fine.

"You're not fine, your cryin baby."

Lexi leaned forward and kissed him. "They're happy tears." Before Fez even has a chance to ask, 'Happy tears?' Lexi explains. "I was just remembering the only good family vacation my family ever had. When mom and dad were still doing good. I just remember us getting home, my dad carried me in on his back and put me in bed. It - it just made me think of this… Us.” Lexi took a deep breath. “I love you. I love you so much, just being with you guys on the roof and seeing you carry Ash to bed - It just made me realize how much I love you both and how much I miss being in a real family." Lexi's head tilts down, and she realizes she's crying even more as teardrops fall onto the bed. "I'm just so thankful to be included in your family."

Fez lifts her head and meets her eyes, "We weren't a family before you. We were just two brothers tryin a survive. You made us a family." Fez kissed her. It was a mixture of tenderness, desperation, and thankfulness. Pulling back, he looks at her once again, "I love you."

Lexi wiped her tears, and Fez hugged her. They stayed like this for a few minutes till Fez pulled away, "Come on, let's get ready for bed." They held hands as they travelled to the bathroom. Both brushed their teeth in silence, each catching the other looking at them and smirking. Fez finished and headed back to their bedroom, but not before kissing Lexi on the temple as she brushed her hair.

A few minutes later, she finished and headed towards their bedroom, but she slowly stopped in front of Ash's door and couldn't help but peek. As quietly as possible she cracked Ash's door open and looked to see him still in bed, but now just on his stomach. Smiling at how peaceful he is, she closes the door and goes to their room.

As she enters, she sees Fez shirtless, in bed, in what she assumes to be a pair of boxers underneath the sheets. She also sees a folded pile of clothes at the bottom of the bed, with a shirt and a pair of boxers for her. She had clothes and pyjamas of her own here, but Fez knew she would rather wear his clothes, which he had no complaints about.

Lexi changed and crawled into Fez's arms. They tightly wrapped around her and pulled her closer to him. She had her head pressed into his chest, and slowly she felt herself falling asleep to the even beating of his heart. Right before she fell into a deep slumber, she felt a kiss on the top of her head and a low rumble, "I love you, Lexi Howard."

----- Couple Weeks Later —--

Ash knew that Lexi wasn't just some girl his brother was fuckin, (who was inevitably going to leave). He really, really liked Lexi, hell she had been around for over eight months and arguably was his favourite person, but Ash was still pessimistic by nature. Sure she always made sure he was fed, his cuts and bruises were taken care of or even had a new book to read, but he was so afraid the other shoe was gonna drop and he’d be abandoned once again. He did enjoy eating lunch with Lexi every day on the roof (even though he'd deny it if anyone asked). Lexi was always willing to listen to his stories or answer a question.

When he walked through the door, the smell of food cooking hit his nose and made his mouth water. As he took off his shoes, he heard Lexi yell, "Hey Ash! Is that you?"

Walking towards the kitchen he yells back, "Yeah! Whattup?"

He sees her stirring a pot, "I'm making spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread." She turns around and looks at him with a big smile, but then an immediate look of stress hits her. "Unless you don't want that…" She opens the fridge looking for a backup plan. "I can figure out something else."

"Nah, Nah. Don't stress, spaghetti sounds great."

He sees Lexi take a breath of relief, and there's a small part of him that's touched she'd worry if he'd like what she's cooking. It's like she forgot he’d lived his whole life off cereal, grilled cheese sandwiches and frozen dinners. Turning towards his room, she calls out once again. "Oh, I put the next Harry Potter book and a couple of other things by your bedside!"

Ash cocks his eyebrow and proceeds to his room. Curious, he makes a beeline to his bedside and looks at what Lexi had left for him. As promised, he sees 'Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban' as well as another book, 'Myths and Legends of constellations from across the globe.' He gives it a quick flip through and sees charts, stories, and figures concentrated on constellations. He hadn't seen the stars since that power outage a couple weeks ago. Lexi said it was because of 'light pollution’, which Ash thought was bullshit. Not what Lexi told him, but the fact no matter how dark the night would get, every night he went on the roof of the shop, he still couldn't see the stars. As he moved the two books to his bed, he saw a small colourful bag he hadn't noticed before. Dumping it out, he finds a bunch of different-sized glow-in-the-dark stars and a note.

Looking at the note, it read,

Ash,

Saw these and thought of you. I hope you like them.

Ps. You don't have to put them up, but I don't think they'll fuck with your street-cred lol

Love, Lexi ❤

Ash smiled at the note and placed it back on his bedside table.

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After supper, Lexi and Fez sat on the couch and started a movie, but Ash promptly said, 'I'm going to my room' before disappearing for the rest of the night. When the movie finished, they both realized how tired they were and headed for bed. Fez was already in bed, but as Lexi brushed her teeth, there was a small part nagging her about her gift to Ash. He hadn't said anything, did she overstep? Did he not like it? She was on uneasy ground. Fez swore that Ash liked Lexi, even after their bumpy first interactions, and in their own type of way she knew this was true. She loved Ash like a little brother, but there was still an amount of anxiety around their relationship.

As she walked past his room, she saw light still coming out from beneath the door. Taking a deep breath she gave the door a light knock. She listened closely for a response but all she heard was small snores coming from the other side. Deciding to quickly go in and turn off his light she opened his door. As expected his bedside lamp was on, and he was sprawled across his bed, passed out. Lexi walked closer and found the new Harry Potter book open across his chest and all his blankets kicked to the bottom of his bed. Lexi smiles and tiptoes to his bed. Gently she covers him back up with the blankets and pulls the book out of his sleepy grasp, as he rolls over, towards her, his eyes flutter.

"Lexi?"

"Yeah, it's me. Go back to sleep."

Ash happily snuggled into his blankets. "Okay"

Lexi smiles, as she's about to turn off his lamp, he limply reaches out and grabs her wrist. Still mostly asleep, he says "Thanks - for the - stars - Lexi." and his head hits the pillow. She looks at his walls and sees them bare of stars and is a little confused. 'He must have meant the constellation book.' But as she turned off his light, she felt a glow above her. Looking up, she saw his ceiling covered with stars, and as she looked more closely, she saw Ursa Major and Ursa Major as well as Orion and all the other constellations she spoke of that night. She bit her lip and smiled.

“Night Ash. Love you.” Leaning down, she kissed Ash on the forehead and turned to leave, but over her shoulder, she softly heard, “Love you.” Lexi’s eyes went wide in surprise and she quickly turned around for confirmation but Ash was already snoring. Leaving his room, she entered her and Fez's, and she could feel tears tickling the corner of her eyes. Fez immediately knew something was up, but before he could say anything, she was walking towards him, shaking her hands saying, "Happy tears. Happy tears."

[technowoah]

Be Okay

Dream won't drink water and it gets out of hand

- Dream x gen! Neutral reader

- Anon requested!

Prompts!

4) "I never fucking wanted this/that!"

5) "Please stop talking for one damn second!"

11) "It's not important apparently"

⚠︎ angst to fluff, swearing, angery dream. This is kinda a blurb instead- not proofread

Masterlist

You thought about knocking on the door softly to alert Clay of your presence but then immediately thought against it. You didnt even want to go in there and interrupt him and his editing process because he told you strictly not to interrupt him because he was focused and he didn't want to lose his focus.

Clay was a hard worker, and everyone knew that. You admired that about him, you admired his dedication to his fans and his work, but you were worried about him right now. He hasn't came out of his room in about an hour and a half. Clay hasn't eaten all day, and hasnt taken care of himself.

You came over his house earlier that day to see him still in his bed. You laid in bed with him, which he accepted your hugs and cuddles, but when you asked what was wrong he never answered or just brushed oft the question.

Now Clay was stuck at his computer and the first time you tried to give him some water he brushed you off saying. "Dont bother me right now, I'm trying to stay focused." At the time that hurt you, and it still does so you didn't enter his room until now.

You stood at his door with some water and some pizza rolls. You were nervous of how he would react, but he needed to take a break. You wanted him to relax and not stare at the bright computer all day. His eyes were probably strained and he wasnt taking care of his body.

You gained the courage to knock on the door infront of you first time softly and then the next a little bit harder. Both times there was no response, so you decided to go inside of his room. The only light in the room was coming from the daylight outside from the open windows. At least he was getting a good breeze. Clay didnt even spare you a glance and continued typing and clicking on the computer.

"Clay." You said cautiously.

"Yeah?" He responded bluntly. You didn't want to already be annoyed by his attitude.

"I made some pizza rolls and got you a bottle of water. You need to eat."

Clay scoffed. "No I don't, Im fine. Im breathing."

"I need you to eat though!" You placed the food and water near his keyboard and crossed your arms.

"I. Dont. Need. To. Let me work." Clay said facing you for a minute and then went back to his work.

"I have been letting you work for the past half and hour! Can you take a break? I know Im being annoying, but you need to take care of yourself."

Clay looked at the food near his computer and took the bowl and held it out for you to take from him, but you didn't take the bowl put of his hand.

"Can you just take this shit away." He said grumbling.

"There's no need to swear, why can't you just take a break and eat? Its not gonna hurt your process."

"The reason I want you to take this is because I'm not starving! Im actually getting interrupted by you forcing me to eat!" Clay started yelling.

"I never fucking wanted this!" He said gesturing to the bowl of now cold pizza rolls in his hand.

"I only want you to fucking eat! That's it! Is that too much to ask?!" You yelled as he shut you out again. He returned editing his video and let out frustrated groans because he messed up a clip and had to redo it.

"It's not that important apparently." You rolled your eyes. It was petty of you, you could've just left it at that and talked about it later.

Clay banged the table with his fists. "Please stop talking for one damn second!" He yelled more violently this time, you could bet the neighbors heard him.

You weren't going to let tears fall. You weren't going to show Clay that you were weak, so you stormed out of his room and slammed the door behind you hoping he heard that loud and clear. You threw yourself onto tbe couch and sobbed into your hands, you then grabbed a throw pillow and cried into that trying to muffle your frustration. Staying like that until you calmed down you traveled to the kitchen to grab a bag of chips and went back to the couch to put on some mindless TV shows to distract you from the chaos that happened before.

Halfway into your tv show you heard someone coming down the hallway, but you didn't bother looking towards them to greet them.

"Hey y/n!" You turned around to the different voice who spoke and saw that it was Nick who spoke to you who was now walking to sit by you. To be honest you forgot that Nick was even in the house when you went to speak to Clay.

"I heard some yelling in the other room and I wanted to know what was going on are you okay?" Nick asked while sitting next to you.

Damn, you felt bad that your quick fight had turned into yelling and Nick overheard.

"Yeah, Im fine. I cried into your throw pillows, but me a Clay had a huge fight about him overworking himself." You said tapping the throw pillow on your lap. "Long story short he's probably still mad and now I feel like shit, I might go home. Also I'm sorry you heard that!" You rushed.

"No, it's okay. I really wanted to know if you were okay. I heard you crying too, but I didn't want to intrude." Nick said while putting a hand on your shoulder. "Do you want me to drive you back?"

"You dont have to Nick! But its appreciated."

"Do you want me to tell Drea- Clay?" He asked awaiting your answer.

You paused before answering Nick. "I'll- I'll go tell him." You said confidently.

"Positive?"

"Positive." You stood up and walked towards Clay's room for the third time today.

"I'll be ready when you're done!" Nick yelled down the hallway.

You were at the same place you were a few minutes ago. This time you didn't hesitate to open the door and face Clay again. Your heartbeat quickened, because of the fact that you didnt know what would come out od Clay's mouth this time. It was nerve-wracking, but you had to face him wether it was today, tomorrow, or the next day.

You didn't bother knocking and just entered the room. He was still in the same chair facing away from you but this time he wasn't looking at his computer, his head was resting in his hands while his his video edits weren't on the screen anymore.

"Clay." You started and he turned around facing you.

"Y/n! Im so sorry." Clay spoke, you were about to speak but he interrupted you. "Please, I'm a dumbass, im sorry I yelled at you. I know you were just trying to help. Forgive me?"

Clay stood up walking towards you, you didn't walk away you just stared at him for a while before speaking.

"Clay I understand and I forgive you. It really pained me to hear that, that's the first time I heard that anger from you except for when you play in Minecraft." You chuckled and he smiled. "Just take care of yourself."

You walked towards him and brung him into a hug which he reciprocated. You two stayed like that for a while until you spoke again.

"I dont want this to happen again. We'll work around it like we always do."

"That sounds like a plan. I dont want it to happen either, I didn't like that." Clay chuckled.

"Im sorry I made you cry." Clay spoke again.

"You heard me cry?!"

"Yeah from the living room."

"Damn I didn't know I cried that loud." You laughed into his chest.

You and Clay finally let go of eachother and he went to go officially turn off his computer for the night and came back to you. He grabbed your hand and you both walked out of his room closing the door and walking to the living room.

"Im taking you're not going home?" Nick said from the couch as you both joined him sitting on it.

"Not now atleast. We made it work." You said as you leaned against Clay's shoulder.

"Good!" Nick said while switching the TV to something else.

Clay wapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed you on the cheek. You finally got him back.

"Those pizza rolls were cold."

Taglist: @annshit

[lovelywingsart]

//AU// Bruised

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Trust me, this is NOT what you think. It's actually a cute one that my mom helped the idea for! uwu It does get a tad serious at the end, but it's still supposed to be cute.

And according to my mom, it's entirely possible- which makes it funnier. (She's actually been helping me quite a bit with some basic info on this considering I'm her first child of 3, so she knows her shit XD And she knows how uncomfortable the subject makes me... So all little info is thanks to her and google.)

Also, TRYING to get my writing groove back... so I'm hoping the next few are a bit better... QuQ"

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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*Warnings?: Small stresses, teeny tiny bit of /humorous/ bodily harm(you'll see), a little bit of serious worries near the end

Summary: A little relaxation turns into a grumpy Karl when he finds out the hard way just how much their unborn baby likes his personal space.

Emelia woke to a small clicking noise and footsteps, her eye fluttering open slightly. She could just barely see Heisenberg in the dim light of the room, seeing him shuffle to the side and strip off his jacket and toss it over a chair with her blurry, tired vision.

"... Karl...?" She muttered quietly, only to be met with a soft grunt.

She watched as he made his way over, though instantly scooted over as he proceeded to crawl onto the bed and next to her with an irritated silence only he could give off.

"Long day...?" She asked, and he nodded. She then gave her own nod in understanding with a quiet hum, reaching for his face. She nudged his jaw up to press her nose against his before giving a light, quick kiss. It didn't last long, but was enough for him to at least relax enough to ease against her... Though he would have admitted he wouldn't have minded more.

"Tell me about it." She said simply, her voice still quiet as he pressed his face to her shoulder.

"... Had some... issues with wiring batteries..." he grumbled. "Not to mention that goddamn casting machine breaking every five fucking minutes..."

"I keep telling you, you need a new one..." She joked, and he grumbled.

"I need the parts for it, which I have... But I don't have time. And before you ask, you're not doing it for me." He muttered a response ignoring her pouting grumble. "But I'm more concerned about these batteries. The wiring hasn't been hooking up correctly and the sensors go off the rails if I so much as touch the damn things..."

"Have you tried altering the internal wiring...?"

"Internal, external, even switched the goddamn plugs around." He sighed. "Changed the shape, made them smaller, made them bigger, threaded the wires, tightened the screws, more that I really don't give a damn to think about right now..."

She nodded, reaching to pat his head lightly.

"Rest for now, then, and go back to it later... You've been working enough." She said softly. He simply went quiet and gave a huff, shifting his position against her to lay his head against her stomach. It was something he did more often now, and she admittedly quite enjoyed it.

He didn't move as his body eased into a small, welcome relaxation, his eyelids heavy as she began to run her fingers through his hair. Even he knew he had been working harder lately, and he relished in this 'break' he was more or less forced to have via the frustrations and simple exhaustion. He could have used it earlier on, if he were being honest with himself... But being late was definitely better than never.

He felt small movements under his cheek as she gave a soft hum, letting herself be entirely comfortable.

"Feel better...?" She asked quietly, and he gave a confirming grunt.

"Sure..." he replied quietly, and she smiled.

"I'm taking that as a 'yes'..."

"Take it how you want." He mumbled, shifting his arm slightly around her- only to yank his head away with a surprised yelp as his cheek was kicked hard- almost too hard. Hard enough to send a legitimate pain through his jaw.

Emelia jumped the feeling as well, and froze as he sat up immediately to press his palm over his cheek in genuine pain.

"What-" he started, only to glare at her stomach with a look of pure insult. "What in the fuck was THAT for?!"

She was quiet for a moment before snorting, which slowly turned into small chuckling, and then to full laughter as he grumbled again. His eyes flicked to her face as she covered her mouth quickly in attempts to stop.

"It's not funny, the little bastard kicked me!!" He said defensively, and she only laughed harder.

He gave a huff, and she managed to calm after a moment.

"I-... I don't think they like you laying on me..." she managed between giggles, and he could only glare and rub his jaw.

"Bullshit-" he mumbled, and she smiled.

"I suppose I didn't warn you enough..."

"Warn me about what, getting kicked in the fucking face?!"

She snorted again.

"No, just... how strong they've been recently."

He kept his glare, though it was now more reminiscent of an angry pout. It made her laugh more, even more so as he rubbed his cheek.

"Little asshole..." he grumbled. "Feels like it's gonna fucking bruise..."

Emelia rolled her eye, reaching out for him slightly to beckon him closer.

"Well, let me see it, then..." she said, a smile still on her face as she forced back more laughter.

He only gave a simple huff as the tips of her fingers grazed his jaw, admittedly feeling a small heat in his face as she turned his head. She tilted her own, her thumb brushing against it.

"Perhaps a small bruise... not that you would notice through your hair." She mused, and he rolled his eyes. She chuckled, letting go of his face before patting her stomach lightly as the corner of her own mouth twitched slightly. His attention was instantly drawn to her face, an immediate worry in his eyes.

"Emmy...?"

"It's alright, they're just... active." She said simply, smiling again. But she laid back down with a huff, curling up how she had been. Heisenberg watched her for a moment before frowning.

"Still tired?" He asked quietly, and she nodded.

"The usual..." she replied with a shrug. "I'm more worried about you." She reached out for him again. "You should rest too, and then work on the casting machine. The batteries can wait."

He stared at her before sighing.

"Yeah, sure..." he mumbled, though was slow to join her. His eyes drifted between her belly and her face, noticing the lax way her body rested against the covers and pillows. It was odd for her, even now... He grew more and more worried for her own well being the more she grew, and even his frustration with the batteries and work beforehand was an afterthought as he watched the exhaustion settle in her face from simply moving.

He set his hand on her belly as he got comfortable, taking a breath as she cuddled to him with her arms wrapped around his chest.

"Hey Emmy..." he started, and she gave a questioning hum.

"Yes...?"

Her voice was somewhat muffled from his chest, but neither moved.

"... You would... tell me if anything was wrong with you, right?" He asked quietly. She simply nodded.

"I let you know if I notice anything stranger than usual, yes." She replied. "Right now I'm worried about your face and your stress. Now rest..."

The smile was evident in her voice. He was silent for a moment before nodding, himself.

"... Alright."