#wether he likes it or not the fact that Nick

[struniolos]

bags.

“cant you see me? i’m waiting for the right time.”

chris sturniolo x fem! reader.

synopsis: the one time chris convinces you to sleep in his room instead of nicks, and the truth comes tumbling out.

warnings: smut. minors do not interact.

the sound of chris’ mindless humming fills the air of his room, as you watch from his plush bed the way he thoroughly reads through your mid-term college paper. his hair falls over his eyes, and his legs sit apart. you could watch him like this for hours, how he just seems so calm and present- you try and capture these moments in your mind, like you could take a photograph with your eyes.

“honestly, i don’t think you should include the part about when your childhood dog died.” he speaks up, looking back at you.

you raise an eyebrow. “yeah, it’s not like it’s a core event that impacted my life which is exactly what the paper is supposed to be about.”

he quirks the corner of his lips upwards. “it’s just so depressing, you know?”

“my life is depressing.” you counter with a laugh, watching as he rolls his eyes.

“you asked for my feedback, and that’s what i’ve got. cut the dead dog story.” he says, trying to be as serious as chris sturniolo can possibly be.

you couldn’t help but smile at him, watching as he pushed his feet against the ground to sway his desk chair back and forth. his pyjama pants were definitely a sight to see, blue plaid. a secret, shameful voice in your head fantasised about how soft they would feel up against your skin. you glance down at your watch, which pulses to remind you of your sleep schedule.

“fuck, it’s 12am. i should probably head home.” you sigh, rubbing your eyes.

chris looks up as if he were a puppy. you imagined if he had dog ears they’d be perked up. “it’s too late! what if you get murdered or something on your way?”

“in my car?” you question.

he nods, wide eyed. “uh, yeah, what if someone, like, pretends to have been hit by a car then when you stop and get out boom! they stab you.”

“you sure it won’t be you? seems like you’ve had that planned for a while.” you chuckle, shaking your head. chris always had such strange theories and scenarios running around in his mind- if it was possible, you’d love to open it up and take a peak inside. a part of you wondered if you had a place in there somewhere.

he wafts you off with his hand. “you can sleep over, you know nick and matt won’t care.”

you hum in agreement, not particularly wanting to drive home at this late hour, not because of the potential murderers, but the fact that you were ready to collapse in a heap from how tired your brain was. “alright, i’ll go ask nick to pull out his spare mattress for me.”

“it’s so strange he has a spare bed for all his friends when they sleep over, like, just share a bed?” chris rambles, as he stands up and stretched his arms over his head, his stomach peaking out from under his white top. god.

“it’s not strange, it’s very thoughtful. he’s even got a spare cabinet of toiletries for when people stay over.” you point out.

“jesus christ.” chris groans, rolls his eyes.

“whatever.” you scoff, beginning to stand up off chris’ bed, dreading the thought of having to walk up two flights of stairs to get to nick’s room.

chris frowns at you, tilting his head. “you don’t have to go. why don’t you just sleep in here?”

“uh…” you try to muster up something, some dumb excuse for why you couldn’t. because i’m madly in love with you? because i won’t be able to control myself?

“so you’ll have a sleepover with nick but not me?” he grumbles, crossing his arms. “don’t make it weird. we’re just sharing a bed.”

“yes, exactly the point of why it will be weird.” you laugh.

“come on, it’ll be fun. we could watch a movie?” he suggests, a smile adorning his plump lips.

this flusters you, the thought of being so close, watching a movie together, alone, in his room. there was always someone with you, wether it be nick, matt, nate or madi. but not tonight- and that scared you.

“alright, i’ll stay for a bit but i’m not sleeping in here.” you tell him firmly, trying to lay down boundaries before you did anything stupid.

this seems to please chris enough, as he smiles and jumps onto the bed ridiculously, the weight of him bouncing the bed and making it squeak. a dark part of your mind thought about the other ways his bed would make those noises, but you shut it down immediately. once you sat down beside him, with your legs crossed, you scrolled through the netflix catalogue on his tv. you finally settle on she’s the man.

you can see chris in the corner of your eye scrunching his face up. “oh come on, really?”

“it’s a good movie!” you argue, hitting his arm playfully.

he scoffs at you. “so you’ve said about a million other movies that were all shit.”

“actually, could we not watch a movie? i’m really fucking tired.” you yawn, snuggling yourself into the duvet. you remain on top of it though, in a way of telling yourself to not get too comfortable. “i cant be bothered arguing about what to watch, anyway.”

“okay, well what did you want to do instead?” he asks, turning onto his side to face you, now. the only light in his room was that of the tv which illuminated his pale skin, his bright blue eyes glistening. it hurt just how gorgeous he was without even trying.

you shrug. “sleep?”

he nods, now rolling onto his back. you assume this means he is in agreement, but he doesn’t say anything. he just stares up at his ceiling fan, breathing slow. you watch him deep in thought, like his mind is really tinkering over something and gnawing at his insides.

“why don’t you want to sleep in here?” he suddenly says, turning his head slightly to face you.

you sigh. “because chris, it’s weird. we’re friends- we aren’t like, dating or anything. it’s not weird with nick, but with you…”

“with me what?”

your mind fogged with a cluster of everything. all of the stolen glances, the going places you knew chris would be there, always being at his beck and call because you were a ‘good friend’.

you sigh, deciding if you didn’t say anything now, you’d beat yourself up for it. “because...because i like you, chris, and i know you don’t feel the same. i know how you feel about relationships, they scare you. so it’s just easier if i set boundaries for myself and-“

“you like me?” he cuts you off mid sentence, now propping himself up on his side on his forearm.

your stomach sinks. there’s no turning back now. “yes.”

there’s a thick pause between you, and you prepare yourself for the worst. you squeeze your eyes shut, covering your face with your hands. why the fuck had you told him? you’ve ruined everything. now he will never want to hang out with you, and it’ll be awkward with nick and matt and-

“why have you never said anything?” he whispers, quieter than you’d ever heard him.

you swallow, biting your lips hard. “because i didn’t want to ruin not only our friendship but mine with nate, madi, matt, and oh god especially nick.”

chris nods slowly, like he’s really taking to what you’re saying, like he understands the weight of it and why you’d never said anything. why you’d always stayed quiet, and admired from afar. he touched his hair, mindlessly twirling a strand.

“nick never told you?” chris said softly, his eyebrows knitting into one. he looked sad, almost.

“told me what?” you whisper back, your heart now beating in your throat.

chris was never one with words, so when he leaned over and pressed his lips softly to yours, you understood this was his way of saying i like you too.

your cheeks were burning, as he cupped them in his hands. you both slowly began to roll over, with chris now hovering above you and his knee between your legs. you kissed him pathetically desperate, your body keening against his. you lips didn’t seperate once, as if you were breathing air into each other’s lungs and if you parted you’d suffocate. his hair tickles your forehead, his nose pushing into your cheek. you were waiting for yourself to wake up, that you had fallen asleep and this was only a sick part of your mind playing tricks on you. but it was real, he was real.

“fuck, i’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he whispers against you, as his hands roam down your body.

you gasp at the feeling. “you have?”

“mhm.” he murmurs, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “can i take this off?”

you nod, batting your lashes to look at him, and god, he was beautiful as ever.

“this isn’t going to ruin things between us, is it? because i’ll stop right now if it means you’ll never speak to me again.” he pleads, doe eyes looking at you wide and earnest.

“chris.” you whisper, your hand coming to hold his warm, pink cheek. “i would never not talk to you. i want this, i have wanted this.” more than you know you wanted to add, but couldn’t find the willpower.

“i want this too.”

you both assisted each other in swiftly discarding of your clothes, leaving you both only in your underwear. you felt so exposed, the fact he knew how to you felt and that your body was on display. he stroked your thigh as it came to curl around his back, his kisses travelling to your neck and collarbone. you moaned softly at the feeling, his warm lips lighting little fires within your skin. he bit at the plush flesh above your bra before removing it, his hands coming to hold and massage each mound.

you guided one of his hands down to your heat, begging with your eyes. “please.”

chris snaked his hand under your waistband, his slender fingers softly touching your folds. it was all so painfully soft, how he rubbed circles at your core while kissing you slow and deep. he shimmied your panties down, leaving them at your thigh. he dipped a finger into you, your velvet walls pulsating around him. your body begged for more, and chris listened. he was in tune with you, without having to say a word. he pushed in another finger, which elicited a deep moan from within your throat.

“that feel good?” chris murmured, his lips at your cheek.

“god, yes.” you whined, your body curling against his.

he pumped his fingers in and out of your wetness, as you clawed into his shoulders and shuddered against his bigger frame. you could feel him through his boxers, as he ground down against you. his pace increased as he felt you clench around his fingers, the sounds coming from you almost pornographic.

you moaned and cried for him, “chris! i’m almost- ah!”

your orgasm came strong like a thunderous tsunami, your legs stretching and your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your mouth hung open silently as no noise could possibly explain how euphoric you felt.

“mhm, that’s it.” he cooed, riding you through your high and praising you in your ear.

you would never be able to see him the same, never look at him platonically ever again. you knew this would ruin you. he kissed you deep, his tongue licking into your mouth.

“i want to feel you.” he moaned, grinding his constricted mound against your heat. “i want to be inside you.”

the weight of him on top of you combined with his honeyed words began to make you feel all hot and tingly again, as you pulled him incredibly close, your lips puffed and swollen.

“i want that too.” you manage, grinding up against him, the friction euphoric.

he pauses, looking down at you, his chain dangling in your face and hair flopping over his face. “are you sure?”

“mhm.” you hum, “need you.”

chris gives you one last firm kiss, before reaching down to pull his boxers to his thighs. your face flushed a deep maroon, watching as his leaking, pink tip pulsated. he rubbed himself gently, and you reached down to help him. he guided your hand up and down his length, and you felt yourself getting wetter. you shimmied your panties the rest of the way down, kicking them off your ankles. swiftly, he reached over to his bedside table drawer to grab a condom, ripping the packet with his teeth and gliding it down his shaft. you clenched your thighs with anticipation.

the brunette lined himself up with your weeping entrance, as you stroked his hair. you both watched as he slid into you, his tip disappearing into you. your jaw went slack, a pathetic moan tumbling from your plush lips. chris slumped over you once he had bottom out, his face in the crook of your neck.

“fuck, you feel so good.” he groaned, his hair tickling the nape of your neck. “can i move?”

“please.” you beg, as he lifts his head to lock eyes with you. you could no longer see the blue, they were merely bands around his blown pupils.

the first thing you felt was relief as he began to thrust in and out of you, his forearms leaning at each side of you as he held himself up. you knew it was quite vanilla, but thoroughly enjoyed being able to see his pink cheeks and open mouth as he moaned on top of you. his thrusts were passionate and deep, something you least expected from him. it felt ridiculously good, your body overcome with a warm fuzzy feeling deep from within you.

“faster.” you whimpered, holding his head with both hands, clawing into his soft dark hair.

he did as he was told. he picked your legs up, pushing them to your chest so you were folded in half. he began to snap his hips against yours, his balls slapping against your ass. he was impossibly deep, you swore you could feel him in your stomach. he grunted and groaned as he thrust, while you whimpered and clawed at his back. the noises coming from your bodies were ridiculously erotic, the wetness of your pussy and the moans escaping your throat.

“i want to hear you.” he growled, eyes dark and swirling with lust.

“ah, chris yes!” you cried, as he slammed deep within you, his hands holding the back of your thighs to keep you in place.

he quickly slipped out of you, and you almost cried at the feeling of being empty. he flipped you over so quickly you didn’t have time to register, your stomach flat against the bed and his chest flush against your back. he sunk back into you, and you pressed your head into the pillows, muffling your cries.

“oh my- fuck.” you moaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

his hands found purchase on the flesh of your hips, gripping it tight and using it as leverage for his relentless thrusts. his body slammed against yours, fucking you into the mattress. he reached around between you and the sheets, rubbing your sensitive bud.

“i’m close! shit!” you swore, biting your fist as he continued to slam into you, your ass bouncing against his pelvis.

“me too, ah!” he grunted, “i wanna see your face when i fill you up.”

you moaned at the thought, hoisting one leg up and twisting your core so that you turn around to look at him. he had a sheen of sweat coating his body and his lips between his teeth, while his hair fell in his face and his arms tensed as he held you down. the bed frame squeaked rapidly, thudding against the wall. there was no way nick and matt couldn’t hear you.

“fuck!” you cried, your orgasm washing over you in a thick wave. your vision was blurred, and your body froze.

the feeling of you clenching around him must’ve sent him over the edge, as chris’ hips stuttered with a cracked moan coming from his throat. he thrust into a few more times, spurting his hot liquid into you. your eyes were lidded, a dumb smile overcoming you as you watched him puff and pant. he collapsed beside you, but you made sure to face him so you could admire his post sex haze. you both lay in silence for a while, basking in each other.

“i cant believe we just did that.” chris mumbled, his finger tracing mindlessly over your face.

“me neither.” you breathe.

he thinks for a moment, pushing his hair out of his face to reveal his pink cheeks, freckles spattered over his nose. “you think matt and nick heard?”

“definitely. secrets out now.” you say, scrunching your nose.

chris laughs, reaching his arms to envelope you into him. he switched the tv off, now leaving you in the pitch black. as you lay there, caged within his arms, you couldn’t help but let somber thoughts cloud you. you wondered how things would change, what would you two become? was this a one time thing? did he really like you back or were you just another warm body?

“do you really like me too?” you whispered into the darkness, nuzzling your nose into his chest to feel his heartbeat.

“i always have. i just never know what to say in these situations. i get stuck.” he confesses, his hands running through your hair soothingly. “girls scare me.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “who knew, huh? chris sturniolo, ladies man…is scared of girls.”

he laughs with you now, squeezing you tight. “shut up.”

you find yourself lulled to sleep by his breathing and the feeling of him pressed against you. you’d never felt so comforted, like you belonged somewhere, more than what you did in that moment.

[jellyfishbug]

! bsf chris headcannons by jellyfishbug

warnings. fluffy and very sappy! bsf!chris, flirty!chris, established friendship

bsf!chris who . . . is very, very touchy. in fact, his phyical affection towards you even sometimes catches his brothers by surprise. he doesnt act like that with everyone. he's always finding some excuse to be touchy - throwing your legs over his when youre sitting next to him, fiddling with the strings of your hoodie when youre talking, tugging on your belt loops to pull you closer to him, laying his head in your lap whenever youre both in the backseat . .

bsf! chris who . . . only likes the pictures you take of him. you're literally his personal photographer, and half of his instagram posts (stories, feed, highlights) are pictures youve taken. he just "likes them better"

bsf!chris who . . . loves showing you songs he likes and vise versa. he's making playlists with songs you've sent and playing them whenever hes on aux, and hes putting your songs at the top of the queue above his brothers. he will sit through a song he hates at least halfway through if you like it.

bsf!chris who . . . will ask you to come over just to lay in bed with him and do nothing. just having you next to him makes everything better. if youre camping, youre in his tent. if youre sleeping over at the house, youre in his bed. if youre at a hotel together, its rare you share a bed with nick without chris whining about it.

bsf!chris who . . . kisses the side of your head or your cheek whenever the two of you hug. sometimes it's quick, but when the hugs are longer, he's pressing his lips to the side of your face for a couple more seconds, taking a deep breath as he pulls away and feeling a pit in his stomach at the loss of contact.

bsf!chris who . . . loves to let you lay on top of him. on the couch, on his bed, or even in the backseat of the car, he likes to have your guys's legs in a tangled mess and your head laying on his chest just below his chin. he loves it even more if you fall asleep like that, resting one hand on the small of your back and letting your breathing patterns align.

bsf!chris who . . . loves doing the simplest things together. if youre literally just going to the grocery store, hes asking to tag along. doing it with you just makes it so much more fun.

bsf!chris who . . . begged you to be his prom date senior year because he couldn't find one (definitely not because he purposely waited till the last second) so you guys could match outfits and take pictures together.

bsf!chris who . . . loves sharing things with you. clothes, drinks, food, hats, etc. if you say you like it, he's telling you to keep it until he sees you next. if you forgot a change of clothes, hes the first one to offer you something to wear. he's got a thing for you in his clothes, especially you wearing his shirts as pajamas.

bsf!chris who . . .really wishes that showering together wasn't seen as such a weird thing, because he genuinely finds the soft and intimate act of it to be so nice. he wants to just stand under the hot running water and talk with you, grinning while you run your hands through his sudsy hair. the thought of it makes showering alone a lot more boring.

bsf!chris who . . . loves seeing you spontaneously. he loves sending the late night text asking if youre busy and if he come pick you up. night drives is one of his favorite things to do with you, especially when its just the two of you, driving fast on the almost empty highways with the windows rolling down and music blasting loudly.

bsf!chris who . . . loves when you sit on his lap. wether its on the couch, in the back of the car when its too crowded, in his gaming chair - he loves to wrap his arms around your abdomen and rest his head on your shoulder, your back pressed against his chest and your legs resting on his.

bsf!chris who . . . is the biggest sweet-talker you've ever met, especially when hes drunk. he's blabbering about how pretty you are, how hes his happiest when hes with you; but even when he's sober, hes complimenting you to a stupid extent, grinning at the way your cheeks flush and the way a small "thank you, chris." escapes you in a breath.

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[ev3rgreenxtrees]

i have a request, if they’re open…

this long i hit one year clean from SH, and i was curious if you could write a Matt/Chris fix either where they find out about fem!reader’s SH and helps her through it, or where they celebrate the fact that she made it a whole year.

if no, that’s all good… but i really love your work, so I figured I’d ask

By Your Side

-C.S

Synopsis: Before you met Chris, and even a little into your relationship, you struggled with self harm. Chris and his brothers were always extremely supportive and caring of you, and eventually, you stopped. You hit your one year of being sober anniversary, and Chris throws you a ‘celebration.’

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, anxiety, cussing, small bit of angst (reader has issues about her scars.) but this is fluff overall!!

“Goodmorning, my love.” Chris mumbles, placing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes flutter open, and you stare at your boyfriend.

“Why’re you up so early?” You slur, and he chuckles.

“First of all, how do you know it’s early and you didn’t just wake up late, and second of all, I had an alarm set to wake me up earlier than you.” He states proudly.

“Um.. Why?” You tilt your head, confused. You slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes. You inhale deeply, and let out a yawn when you realize something. It smelled like pancakes for some reason. “Did you.. cook..?” You looked at Chris, and he nodded.

“Yep! I made you pancakes!” He states proudly, sticking his hand out for you to grab, which you do.

Chris knows pancakes are your favorite. Were you missing your anniversary today..? Chris placed a gentle kiss to your lips, before pulling you upstairs. Once you got upstairs, you saw Matt and Nick, both sitting on the couch.

“Y/N!” The boys gasp excitedly. This only made you even more confused. Why was everyone in the house awake before you? Usually you were the first one up.

“Why is everyone up..? I’m confused,” You state, and Chris chuckles.

“I’ll tell you as you eat.” He hums, pointing you to the direction of the table. You listen, and grab yourself a pancake; before beginning to eat it. For Chris not cooking often, he did pretty good. “Okay, well. Have you checked the date today?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“Baby, you literally woke me up and dragged me down here. I had no time to check. ” You giggle.

“Oh… Yeah.. Anyways, It’s March twenty-ninth. twenty-twenty four.” Chris states matter of factly, but you still didn’t understand. What important day were you forgetting?

“So?” You asked confused, and Chris chuckled. He leaned over to kiss the top of your head, before explaining.

“One year ago, today, you promised me you’d hurt yourself for the last time.” Chris starts, grabbing your hands, giving you reassurance, since he knows this is a sensitive topic for you. “You’re one year sober, my love. I couldn’t be prouder. I love you so so so fucking much, and i’m forever grateful I could help my beautiful girl through that. I never want you to go through any of that again- I never want anyone to go through that. I’m so incredibly proud of how far you’ve come.” Chris sighs, before slowly bending down. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, until he grabbed something out of his pocket, lifting one leg up, so he was only on one knee.

Your eyes widen, and your hands flew over your mouth as you let out a sharp gasp. You glance over at Matt and Nick, who both had their cameras out and were filming. Tears began to flood your eyes as you looked back to Chris.

“I know this is a lot, and kind of soon to be honest, but I’d rather it be you than anyone else in the entire world. Y/N, I love you so much. More than words can describe. You’re everything to me. I’d do anything— I will do anything in my power to keep you safe and make you feel loved. Y/N, if you accept this ring, I promise you, I’ll marry you one day, and always make sure you’re the happiest girl alive. Wether that day come sooner, or later, I know it will happen, if you allow it to. Y/N Y/L/N, will you accept my promise ring?” He asks, out of breath. At this point, tears are streaming uncontrollably down your face.

“Yes! Of course!” You nod, giving Chris your hand. A bright smile immediately is plastered on his face, as he slips the beautiful ring on your ring finger. He stands up, and you throw yourself into his arms, causing him to chuckle.

“I love you, so much,” He mumbles into your neck, ignoring that both Nick and Matt were ‘awe’ing. “‘M sorry I didn’t take ya somewhere fancy to do it- I know you don’t like being the center of attention,” Chris apologizes, and you shook your head.

“No, baby. Don’t be sorry, you’re right, I’d much rather have it done here.” You reassured, pulling away from the hug, placing a sweet kiss to his lips. This action immediately made Matt and Nick’s ‘awe’s to ‘ew’s.

“Oh, hush!” Chris scoffs. “I know you’ll both do this one day when you give your girl a promise ring! Or in Nick’s case.. get a promise ring given..?” Chris tilts his head, and you giggle. “Now, go get dressed, we have plans.” Chris tells his brothers and you, as he wipes your tear stained cheeks.

“What if I said no? Would we still have plans?” You teased, but to your surprise, he still nodded.

“Of course, ma. It’s your one year anniversary of being sober. Even if you told me you hate me and you never want to speak to me again I’d try my absolute hardest to make sure you have the time of your life today.” Chris speaks truthfully, not a hint of sarcasm or unfaithfulness in his calm voice. You nod, a bright smile covering your face.

“I love you,” You sigh, standing up, heading to your shared room to get changed.

“I love you too.” Chris calls back, his brothers also heading off to their rooms.

As you made your way into ‘your’ room, you headed to the closet. Chris’ and your clothes were both mixed together in there, as he didn’t mind you wearing his clothes. He loved it, actually. You rummaged through the clothing, not finding anything nearly fancy enough to go out in, that had long sleeves. You hate wearing short sleeves or shorts in public. Not that you hated your own body, it was the way people looked at you. The ‘hideous’ scars littered all over your body. The way people would pull their loved ones closer to them so they could get as far away from you as possible, the way parents even sometimes tended to cover their children’s eyes. It all hurt you, more than you could ever imagine, so you just stopped wearing ‘revealing’ clothing.

You sit on the bed in frustration, tears welling your eyes for the second time today, even if it was only around nine A.M. You push your head into your hands, your sleeves rolling up ever so slightly, giving you a glance at your healed scars. You hated that you hate them. You regret them so much, you just wish you didn’t.

“Baby..? What’s the matter?” You hear Chris call to you. You were so caught up in your own thoughts, you didn’t even hear the door open.

“Nothing. I.. I just can’t find anything nice to wear.” You grumble, and Chris’ hand soothingly rubs your back. He hums in response; before rummaging around in your guys’ closet.

“Oh my god,” Chris gasps, and your head shoots up. He was holding a black dress, the dress you were going to wear to your high school prom. Before you hurt yourself. Before you knew that you wouldn’t even get asked to prom. “This is so fucking gorgeous, ma.” He states, before pushing it towards you. “Try it on.” He smiles. You look down.

“I… I can’t,” You shake your head. Chris’ eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes.. Yes, you can..” He nods, kissing your forehead. “Please?” He asks. He didn’t go to the same high school as you, but he knows you haven’t grown since then, since all of the pictures he’s seen of you. He knows it’s because your scars.

You slowly nod your head, and his straight face turns into a smile. He turns around, giving you privacy, all though you don’t mind. Not with Chris. You slip out of your clothes, slipping the dress over your head. You look in the mirror, and sigh. It wasn’t bad looking on you- at all, you just were scared people would think you were trying to show your scars off.

Chris turns around when he hears you sigh, and his jaw dropped. You quickly turned from the mirror to face him, worry flooding your face.

“Ma,” Chris gapes. “You’re absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous.” Chris states, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Please tell me you’re gonna wear this,” He pleads. You think for a moment. You want to wear it, he wants you to wear it, so why should you worry about what others say? You shouldn’t. You love your scars. They make you you. You nod, and his face lights up. “God, I love you,” He shakes his head, placing a kiss to your lips.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ Finn yaps❕ ;

I really hope this is okay for this request!! if you want me to rewrite it; just lmk, and i will! thank you sm for reading <3 and to @jake-and-johnnies-slut , im SO incredibly proud of you, and to anyone else struggling with self harm recovery, or just self harm in general, im so so proud if you. you’re doing amazing. if you ever need to talk, im here. ill listen. id much rather listen to you for hours than have you take your own life or hurt yourself. as a person who struggles with self harm, i promise, im here. i love you.

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[ricewater26]

Nick Sturniolo Best Friend Head Canons

Definitely spills the juiciest tea with you. Motherfucker this motherfucker that and a bunch of references to random shit to describe the person he's talking about

Man goes CRAZY for your birthday. Like he's planning a big party, he's buying the cake, helping you find the birthday outfit. Just hyping you up the whole day, he wants it to be perfect for you.

If you're having a bad day, he's trying his best to make you smile. Wether that's being dramatic or turning on your favorite show (even if he wants to watch RuPaul's Drag Race), he's got you covered.

You're spending the night at their house? Obviously, you stay in Nick's room, and lets just say, you're not getting an OUNCE of sleep. You guys are up all night playing fortnight, jamming out to music, or making each other laugh over stupid shit, but you are NOT sleeping.

Y'all play Just Dance every once and while for funsies.

Matching Pajamas. No further explanation needed.

Nick's definitely going to look after you like a sister. If it's cold outside, he's not letting you go without a jacket. If you've barely eaten, he's asking Matt to take everyone out to eat. If he feels like you've had too much to drink at a party, he's making sure your safe. He cares about your well being so much.

Any time you tell this man good news, I feel like he has the cutest reactions. Definitely has the hugest smile on his face and doing a little happy dance in his chair

If he happens to start talking about you in one of their videos this man has a LIST of things he wants to say about you. Things he loves about you and random fun facts combined:

"She has the tiniest little snore, like imagine a smurf snoring, that's what she sounds like"

"OMG and she'd die for Stranger Things. If you think your a die hard fan, she'd make you feel like a FOOL whose never even heard of the fucking show in a Trivia match. "

" She's so easy to talk to about literally ANYTHING. I feel like I could tell her I wanted to transform into one of the fucking Paw Patrol dogs and she'd be like "AS YOU SHOULD".

" I know I've been talking about her a lot, but seriously, words can't even describe how much I love and appreciate her. Y/N IF YOUR WATCHING THIS I LOVE YOUUU."

[wh0reformatt]

Rating your animals!

platonic!reader x sturniolo triplets

tw: one or two cuss words? MY APPALLING WRITING ITS SI BAD GUYS SORRY 💀 i hate it but i was bored.

“welcome back to…whatever part of rating your animals!” nick said, pointing through the middle at the camera.

you sat in the back next to nick, behind chris. this wasn’t your first time filming with the triplets, having being friends with them for a while, but you still hadn’t done a lot with them on camera.

“however, this time we are back with y/n!” chris said elatedly, turning around and smiling at you.

“wassup youtube!” you said, smiling at the camera.

“ okay, like nick said we are going back to eating your animals due to the fact we all enjoyed it so much,” nick said, taking his phone out.

“we asked you guys on our main account to send some pictures of your animals, so we have loads of pets to look through-”matt began before chris clapped his hands, interrupting him.

“i need them to be more entertaining, like an- an elephant or something,” he said, nick matt and yourself looking at each other in disbelief.

“chris,” you began “ why the fuck would someone have an elephant as a pet?” turning to him, moving to the middle.

“someone had a cow last time-” he started before nick stopped him.

“because they lived on a farm dumbass, and a cow and elephant? two completely different things.” he said to him, laughing slightly at the end.

“yea but why couldn’t someone…”

“okay! let’s actually begin!” you interrupt both of them.

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“this is tessa,” matt said, showing you all a picture of a small chihuahua.

“why does it look feral? like get that away from me dude..” you said, chris laughing at the bluntness of your answer.

“exactly! it looks like it’s got rabies or something,” he agrees, looking at matts phone.

“okay, i’ve never seen why people like those dogs though, not to be rude!..” nick added, when everyone turned to him, eyebrows raised, slight laughs erupting.

“-because they all look like gremlins, for a start. and they always look like their uncomfortable, like i’ve never- never ever, seen a chihuahua not barking.” he finished, looking at you all.

“no i agree,” you said turning to him. “they’re either in a rich woman purse or” -

“oh my god i have to say-”

“CHRIS STOP!”

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and that’s how the video went, you each ranked the animals, your favourite being a doberman called david, and your least being tessa the chihuahua.

nick and chris had ended up arguing about wether a cow and a bull came from the same descendant, which took up a good chunk of the video- but you and matt ended up going through a few inbetween their arguments.

overall it was fun, you’d definitely try it again, not wanting to be as camera shy.

comments:

user1: dude i love y/n in these vids.

user2: that rat was ugly asf-

user3: WHEN NICK AND CHRIS WERE ARGUING AND MATT AND y/n JUST RATED SOME ON THEIR OWN-

user4: they should do blind, deaf, mute with y/n or just do a blind baking

user5: blind baking with y/n would be dead ass so funny 💀

[dexiiexox]

Bestfriend headcanons for Nick Sturniolo💜

a/n; Hihi! First time writing for Nick :))👍 might be off, but these are just what I imagine so enjoyyy :> and I know for a FACT that there are so many words Ive spelled wrong in this one, but Im too lazy to proof read it :)

Nick Sturniolo x reader (platonic)

warnings: none?

summary: headcanons of what I imagine being bestfriends with Nick Sturniolo would be like!

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES❕

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I firmly belive that Nick would never jugde you if you’re close friends, he might not always agree on certain topics, but he would never jugde you

And that is also why you guys have such a close bond, you guys are able to tell eachother everything, wether it’s realationships, concerns, drama, something that’s recently been going on, anything, doesnt matter, you guys tell eachother

I just know he would take your concerns very seriously, he would always be there and listen to you rant to him about anything and nothing

And he would have no problem telling people off if they were out of line.

It had been a pretty stressful week and on top of that some of your "friends" had been acting so wierd. You guys hadnt hung out in a while, and you guys had decided to meet up since you had some openings in your schedual. But when you guys had hung out they had just been somewhat rude to you the whole time and made snarky comments. About the way you spoke or what you said.

You brushed it off in the start, but it just carried on and it honestly hurt. You just decided to stay quiet for the rest of the evening and left after you guys had grabbed some food.

You had just gotten home to your apartment, when you got a notification from your phone. It was a Snapchat notification, from a group.

You had been added in a groupchat with those same "friends" you had hung out with. There was one long message from them telling you they thought you had been acting wierd the whole evening. They stated that they thought it was rude that you werent talking much and left so quietly. They meant that you had changed.

You didnt really understand why they said that, where was all of this coming from? You hd been nothing but nice, despoter their comments and behaviour. You just sighed deeply and didnt bother to respond. All you wanted to do was shower and done off on the couch for the night.

You we’re able to take a shower before the doorbell rang. Getting dressed fairly quick, you went and opened the door. You we’re met with concerned Nick, now feiles written in his face.

I can definetly imagine Nick calling you or FaceTiming you whenever he needs to rant about shit that just annoys him

I was sat at my desk, browsing through random stuff on my laptop.I was in my own little bubble, listening to some slow songs and just mindlessly scrolling. That was until a loud ring startled me and brought me out of my daze.

It was a FaceTime call from Nick and I could see his face on screen. I pauses the music and answered the call.

"Hey-" I was cut short.

"Holy fuck!" Nick was basically screaming through the phone.

I was taken a back by his loud voice.

"Whats up?" I asked concerned seeing how bothered he sounded.

"Chris has been a fucking idiot all night." he let out a huff as he layed down on his bed. I just laughed a little.

"What’s he done now?" I gave Nick a questioning look.

"Oh boy if you knew, kids spilled my whole fucking Snapple in the car" I could clearly hear the annoyance in Nicks voice. I just giggled a little imagining how that scene wouldve looked like.

"And he’s jumping around like a damn monkey! He jumped back ONTO me!" He raider his voice again. I burst out laughing at that point and Nick ended up letting out a few giggles as well.

"Hellooo? Isnt that crazy?" He asked still giggling lightly.

"Sounds like Chris to me" I smiled back.

From there the conversation just went on, Nick rambled some more about Chris' shananigans in the car before we started talking about everything else that came to mind.

I also imagine that Nick would need help figuring out what to wear, and sometimes you would too

Like before going out, you guys just sit on the bed while the other one tries on different outfits and get the others opinion on it

(UFHSKDNDN i just need to use this opertunity to say that Nick is SO FUCKING PRETTY!! He looks so gorgeous I dont even know where to start)

Nick had invited me to go out for dinner with him, Chris, Matt and a few of their other friends.

And as usual I had stopped by their apartment so me and Nick could help eachother find the right outfit for the night. I had brought with me a few different outfits and clothes I was thinking about wearing, but I still couldnt really figure it out.

I had chatted with the three of them in the kitchen for a while before me and Nick made out way to his bedroom to get ready.

We had spendt some time trying to find the right outfit for Nick, and we finally found it. We ended up with him wearing his red and black knitted sweater, black parachute pants, his black chunky shoes and a pair of black glasses as an accesorie.

We spendt a good while figuring out what I would wear, all the outfits I tried either seemed somewhat off or like something was missing.

"No, it looks kind of odd?"

"Yeah, I dont know about this one"

"Absolutely not"

I tried on dresses, skrits, tops, shorts, fishnets, and I tired mutiple different outfits, but nothing felt right.

"The pants made it kind of wierd"

"Ouuhh.. yeah no-.."

"I think I’m loosing my mind, what the hell is this?"

I rubbed my eyes and sighed. I went back into the bathroom and tried on my last outfit. I looked myself in the mirror and smiled. I actually really liked it, but I needed to see what Nick thought of it. So I opened the door and stepped into his room. Nick looked up from his phone and smiled at me.

"Uhh yeah! Defiently, you look good girl!"

I smiled at his compliment.

"Thanks"

We both finished getting ready, we chilled downstairs with Matt and Chris before we all headed out for the evening.

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Im too lazy to write more :)👍

Regardless of that though, hope you had a good night or day and youre worth so much💕💕

-dexy💕

[popculturebuffet]

Monthly Muppets: Bear in The Big Blue House Special (Share, Bear, When You Gotta Go, And a Berry Blue Christmas)

Welcome to big blue house, greetings from this large orangutan man. I'm Jake and this is muppets monthly, my monthly morsel of muppet madness comissioned by my good friend Emma. This months we're doing things a bit diffrently in two ways. The first is that this won't technically be monthly as we're doing TWO for you! This article and a suprise one i'll announce at the end of this one that's a big deal.

Neither however is what was previously announced in my last Monthly Muppets review: Follow That Bird. So for those of you who read these monthly, hopefully at least one of you but if not that's fine too, a quick explination: life happened while I was busy making other plans. And while normally that sets me back work wise and sometimes causes me to cancel reviews outright, here it was a good thing and a rare thing too: Disney actually put a show from the archives on disney+!

This is notable because while EVERY company hoards one or two shows and dosen't put them on streaming wether it's the plug another service, make money on tax writeoffs because their dickheads who somehow make disney look dignified, or

Disney is still one of the leaders in hoarding a decent amount of cartoons and a few other shows for no reason and has released them at a rate of

So when one finally happens, it's an event. Now to me this was neat, but not a huge thing, as while I love any muppet stuff getting published and this show had always seemed decent, I hadn't grown up with it the way many of you probably have and while I watched plenty of Nick JR as a kid even in elementary when nothing was on Cartoon Network, and geninely enjoyed some shows like Blues Clues i'm not ashamed to admit, I just never checked out playhouse Disney.

Emma however grew up with the show, and it was osmething she brought up any time I brought up the fact Disney realyl needs to pry open that vault. So since she pays for these I suggested covering a bunch of episodes, so I could experince the show myself since not being in the target Demo's never stopped me before. She agreed easily, and here we are.

For this I had her pick 4 episodes, since my usual going rate is 5 dollars an episode and since she was picking three (the equilvent of a movie) she got a fourth episode free. So I watched the Season 1 ep Share, Bear, the season 2 ep When You Gotta Go, and the Season 3 two parter a Beary Blue Christmas. What did I think of this very vibrant, mildly weird, show? find out under the cut.

Big Blue House Things

So before I get to the episodes themselves I wanted to break down my impressions on the shows style itself. I would break down it's history but I got VERY little: a little googling turned up nothing, and while the DefunctTV episode for Buzz Lightyear of Star Command was super helpful for that review, the episode for Bear in the Big Blue House, one of the few things I could find, only covered that it was made as part of Playhouse Disney, now Disney Junior's humble beginnings and was it's first big hit, and that the creator of the show wanted to make the show a calm peaceful place, the opposite of what he grew up in. So there you go.

Like most preschool shows, the show sticks to a very tight formula: after the very catchy theme song welcoming us to the blue house and everyone inside it, the titular bear, a kind, gentle fellow played by Noel MacNeal welcomes the viewer.. .then sniffs them

He then does something with one of the four children in his house. Naturally this being a kids show why Ojo the Bear (Vicki Ebner) , PIp and Pop future walter Peter Linz and Tyler Bunch) the twin otters, some sort of horrifying demon in the body of a lemur named Treelo who hangs out with Ojo lest it eat her soul,

Tutter (linz). I did far more thinking than is sane or acceptable on this topic to try and figure out who was actually living here, why they were all here if some of them have relatives, what the fuck Treelo is and if their going to kill me in my sleep while the last one will likely haunt me into madness, I did come up with the answers to

What's Bear's Legal Guardian Status For These Children

Ojo I assume is Bear's daughter, adopted or otherwise, who he shares custody with someone else, as she apparently sleeps over in one episode, so she dosen't apparently live there for whatever reason. Maybe he and her mother divorced, maybe she died and her grandparents take her on weekends, maybe hse does live there and they just played sleepover. I don't know, i'd have to watch more episodes. I"m going with Emma's suggestion for Tutter: that he just came with the house and while he does have a grandma and uncle, they may just not be able to take care of him full time or knew he was squatting in a big blue house, and let Bear adopt him. He is the only one fully confirmed to live in the house, as he has a tiny hole with a tiny toilet and everything. For the twins, I assume Bear simply looks after them: they do have grandparents who show up in the intro for the christmas ep and then in no other part of it and their otter pond is nearbye. My guess is since, according to wikipedia, the two run the town library, they need someone to look after their kids during the day and bear being basically jesus but a bear in both senses of the word, gladly does so. Finally we have Ojo, some ratty squeaky voiced nightmare. Picture elmos voiced but pitched up, on a mountain of cocaine and nigh incomprehinsible. If your not recoling in terror your stronger than I. Ojo I see as kind of like the collector from Owl House: a cosmic entity with the mind of a child. And as such while my reaction to her screeching voice and desire to take all things from everyone is

Bear is trying to raise her right so she dose'nt kill us all one day. He truly is our own personal jesus. Our star jesus given his parents are the sun and the moon. Don't ask questions.

Anyways after that cul de sac…

Back to the Formula

So bear usually visits shadow, a living shadow whose owner.. died I guess? I don't know, but she and bear are close friends and she might have a thing for him given she gives him a smooch in the christmas ep. We'll never know. Shadow usually brings a video for bear, they watch it , and she saunters off. I like shadow a lot being adorable, kind and energetic.

Bear will then get back to the topic/problem of the day, stuff sure does happen, then we end the episode with Bear visiting what I assume to be his mom the Moon as she's known him his whole life. Otherwise it's just creepy. He recaps the episode, they sing an adorable goodbye song and now you knwo the plot. IT's simple and while it got a tad repetitious after four times, though the christmas ep helped with it's serious overarching story, I get that younger kids LOVE repetition as much as Bear loves honey, and that this seris ultimately wasn't aimed at grown men. It's perfectly lovely to watch, having great puppetry, fun characters aside from that thing lurking in the dark waiting to summon it's brothers the lords in black, and beautiful music. It's just aimed at a much younger audience and wasn't made with multidemographic appeal in mind like most cartoons I watched. It was made to edcuate and soothe young children without talking down to them, with a calm wise mentor doing so. It does that excellently. As for what I thought about each episode and what dumb jokes I can make about each episode… let's see

Share, Bear (Season 1)

Share Bear follows Bear as he collapses finding out the tragic bloody history of Bear Sauske's older brother while he prepares to burn the world and Ojo, realizing she can't fix his bloody path, prepares to sacrifice herself ot kill him. Oh wait tha'ts something else i've been consuming. No this one follows the kids as they have various squabbles Bear breaks up through compromise getting them to share. The first is Ojo and Mouthface, the beast of a thousand nightmares, who are arguging as Green Machine wants to consume Snow Bear, Ojo's cuddly toy. Bear uses a game I swore he was making up but didn't, snow bear in the woods, to get them to share.. and to teach Ojo not to consume the innocent I assume.

Next up is Tutter who makes a big sandwich that sure looks good. Bear wants to eat it, but Tutter says no so like the cool dude he is, Bear backs off. Pip and Pop, being two little schemers, do not back off and keep pressuring tutter. Bear, not getting boundaries forces Tutter to share, but agrees to get Pip and Pop to share their apples. As you can see i'm not really fond of this one as while I belivie sharing is nice, sometimes your stuff.. is just your stuff. Like a sandwich that probably took you two hours to make because your a tiny little guy. It's okay to OFFER to share and good too, but you shoudln't force it on someone.

Finally he has to break up a fight between all four as they all want the attic, because to a kid the attic is either spooky as hell and full of crown molding spiders… or the coolest place ever and full of crown molding and spiders. Bear gets them to visit the picnic, all is well, this episode is pretty good. The next two are better but it has a simple lesson it mostly dosen't botch. It is nothing however compared to the next episode which is paticuarlly famous why…?

When You Gotta Go (Season 2)

BECAUSE THIS ONE'S ABOUT THE BATHROOM

… i'm not exaggerating. This one has Bear teaching kids about the potty. They use the term potty more than your average episode of Rugrats. It is everywhere. It's valid for the target audience and done with care, teaching kids not to hold it and that accidents happen to everyone. And look i'm not usually a big toilet humor guy.. but a bear singing about the potty for two minutes broke me. I suppressed a laugh so hard not because I had to but because my mother who works from home (and yes who I live with at 30), was downstairs and can hear it when I laugh loudly as this deserved. There's also Shadows song which is just singing about how good the potty is. This episode wasn't OUTLOUD hilarious but it's hard not to.

Like I said though the aseop is well done and relatable even at 30: Everyone's held it for stupid reasons, everyone had an accident as a kid (and sometimes as an adult when your sick), and it's valid to tell little kids that you NEED to just take a break and pee when you gotta or that if you miss the toilet it happens as long as you tried, and HOW to go about both things. It's not something that really takes a lot of depth and nuance from me to disect, but it's well done tv and I can see why this stuck with emma.

Despite the subject I can't even riff on it TOO much as it meant well and was trying to edcuate kids. Sure hearing that "your mom and dad" had a potty made me giggle like a child, but MOSTLY this episode avoids any sort of weird stuff.

That being said.. there is one thing we have to talk about in detail: Bear's toilet. Now he has a toilet sized for Ojo, for the otters, and one in tutter's mousehole. A little guy toilet. But as far as I can tell the rest of the bathroom is not sized for bear. And bear is well.. bear sized. Like the puppet is a guy in a full body suit. It's how he showed up on many things including hollywood squares, which I will HAVE to review next year as a clip of one ep he was on showed it also featured Macho Man randy savage. I never knew Randy Savage interacted with a muppet, but now I do it's all I can think about.

Point is he's a big boy. At best if he poops in this toilet it's going to cause a disaster that goes down in the history books and my therapists notebook. I get as Emma postulated he's probably too polite to make a fus about it but it's his house. Just install a fourth toilet bear. The cleanup isn't worth it. We all love and worry about you bear! Quit shitting on a toilet too small for you! You deserve better! your raising four children and the spawn of chtulu. GET YORUSELF A GROWN BEAR TOILET.

Or maybe he poops in the woods. I dunno. Solid episode. Could've used one more song.

A Berry Blue Christmas

Our last ep for today is a great one and a Christmas one. Yes it creeps in earlier every year don't it?

This episode got way more serious than I was expecting.. and it's not like say, the bear gets scabies and the kids all have to deal with the ramifications, it's more that it tackles an issue I didn't expect a show for toddlers to tackle, but one i'm glad it does and does so with maturity, grace and civility some shows meant for way older viewers lack on the topic: homelessness.

The episodes center around Jack, an elderly dog who Bear finds howling in the woods and takes in, and who turns out to be of course homeless. It's done well with the kids being confused and shocked and poor tutter being terrified by the idea, even singing a whole song about it complete with an utterly heartwrenching black and white vision of a homless tutter worrying if his friends can find him. Bear assures him of course he'll always have a home here, but it's still sobering and tackles what most kids probably would feel at that age realizing this is a thing that happens and it's horrible.

It's also nice just how much compassion the show has: not suprising, it's a very lovely show, but it shows that someone whose homeless is what they are: just a person without a home struggling to get by and who needs warmth and love. Jack consequently is a good boy, being kind to the kids, and fine they didn't get him a gift as gladly welcoming him into their home, feeding him and including him in thier activities is enough, and he even helps the kids make a present for bear as they didn't know what to get the man who has everything. The story was all out of alien dream plants.

Another thing I can give the show over MANY adult shows tackling the same topic… is that they DON'T just abandon Jack after this episode. While he gets a happy ending, Doc Hog, a local hog I swore was the show gaslighting me when they opened with half a dozen characters we hadn't seen before, many ff whom barely factor into the episode or in the case of tip and tup's grandparents, not at all, adopts him and gives him a home, he dosen't just vanish. Looking into it he shows up at least once next season running the fire station. Most episodes that do an aseop tend to forget the character exists for convivences sake but it took a show aimed at toddlers to realize "Hey people will notice this person vanished".

Jack is also played by David Goetz, aka Gonzo, and I had to look up who as while Goetz uses that voice a decent amount, I didn't know who did it exactly. I did recognize it from this threatning pig who lives rent free in my head though.

The special also welcomes all holiday cultures. While primarily about christmas, like most specials at the time it also covers Hannukah and Kwanza. I honestly miss that and wish more shows would do more than just christmas, with The Ghost and Molly McGee being the only one in recent memory I can think of. If you know more please feel free to tell me. Nothing wrong with christmas, as my usual holiday deluge of reviews will show, it's just said deluge also shows it's the most covered of any holiday and there are others like ramadan that have'nt gotten a special i'm aware of. The songs are both for diffrent holidays and it's nice.

We also have bears own bearcentric tradition the winter berry hunt, a hunt for one berry based on a bear long ago finding only one berry and splitting it. It's also how jack gets a home as the twins use their wish for him because he's a very good boy.

Some final notes the twins ask for millions and millions of clams in the christmas gift asking song. THEY NEED CLAMS, INFINITE CLAMS, CLAMS TO DROWN OUT THE SCREAMS AS THEY BUILD THEIR CLAMOCRACY. THE FUTURE. IS. CLAM.

Also the Goodbye Goodbye song includes, depsite it's joyful tone, homeless tutter and the kids worrying about not having a present for jack. I couldn't stop laughing

Finally we have our ranking as thanks to Letterboxd having this special, I can include it in our list along with the toilet episode since they both had vhses!

So that's goodbye goodbye from me, and i'll see you pretty soon I know… as next time we cover MUPPETS FAMILY CHRISTMAS. Muppets, Seasame Street, Fraggle Rock. All under one roof. Be there and thanks for reading.

[sjjdkdkwo]

Thinking about Nick and Stephen again and idk I just feel they’d have such a neat relationship? I know Nick only has like 4 lines in the movie but still. I really want scenarios where they could interact more? Just, anything really? Like—

Nick finds Stephen in an empty room in the hospital, he’d stopped by earlier to see some other friends. He and Nick are still learning how to go about starting something that isn’t intense dislike or scorn for each other, but they’re well off now that they can at least exchange pleasantries. Still it’s surprising to Stephen that Nick has actually sought him out that day instead of letting them run into each other’s paths naturally like normal. So he prepares his usual greeting but stops when he gets a good look at Nick. To say he looks awful would be an understatement, his eyes are sunken and dark, his hair looks greasy and uneasy, and he looks like he hasn’t eat much if at all. Before Stephen would’ve thrown a rude jab at him, and told him to fix himself up before heading to work. But he’s different now, and the sympathy that he once lacked brings him to give Nick a soft but firm hello and a curt nod. Though he’d loathed to admit it at one point, he now sees that he and Nick share the same prideful and independent personality(perhaps why they’d gotten along so poorly before) and he also knows better than to make his concern obvious.

Unlike before however...Nick doesn’t hide his sorrowful state behind and air of superiority and confidence and instead asks Stephen if they can speak in private. He joins him in a more quiet and solitary part of the hospital and waits for Nick to speak. Nick confides in him that he believes he’s being haunted. Stephen narrows his eyes and asks Nick why he’s telling him of all people only for Nick to scoff. He’d seen him portal of one day after he’d finished speaking to Christine, and he’d managed to put two and two together. He knows Stephen can help him, and does something unexpected. He begs Stephen to go to his home with him that night to help keep him safe from the spirit who he believes has become more malevolent. Stephen considers him for a long moment, and after taking in the fear and panic in his eyes, and the slight tremble of his body, he agrees. He feels uneasy as he watches relief flood Nick’s eyes.

Stephen makes it to Nick’s apartment later in the day, and tries not to feel awkward. They’re not exactly friends yet, and usually their prone to not speaking to things beyond medical articles and the weather on occasion. So when Nick lets him in with a smile—his features leased strained and more relaxed than they’d been in the morning—and leads him to the living room Stephen can’t help but feel confused. Shaking any lingering perplexity though he settles in gets started on trying to gauge the energies in the room while trying to keep up with Nick’s newfound desire to ramble on. He’s put off when he finds that...nothing in the apartment feels odd. In fact, there’s nothing there.

He knows by now though that sometimes spirits don’t linger permanently, instead making sporadic visits in between and decides to stick around enough to see if that’s the case. Settling in he takes in Nick’s apartment. It’s nice and well decorated but something about it feels cold and almost unlived in. He lets Nick talk him into picking out music while he prepares dinner(Stephen had given in after enough persistence) and then settles onto the counter to watch Nick work. He won’t offer him help, and he thinks Nick knows that too, not with his hands being the way they are. And while he and Wong had overcome his shame and embarrassment enough to work through meals together some nights, Nick is different, still not yet friend enough even for Stephen to even let his hands settle on the counter out in the open. Nick doesn’t seem to mind though, instead filling in the silence with his own commentary on the culinary arts and Stephen finds himself actually listening to him. Apparently it’s something he enjoys, a sentiment picked up from spending many hours in the kitchen with his grandmother. And as the afternoon goes on, Stephen can admit that Nick is not bad company at all. He even finds himself chipping in to the conversation, enjoying the easy flow that develops between them.

After dinner there’s still no sign of supernatural entities and so he asks Nick when the spirit normally takes to appearing. Nicks goes silent for a second, and Stephen can see him swallow. With a shaky breath he tells him it’s presence is most prominent in the night, and Stephen calls Wong to let him know he’ll be home later than he’d intended. After Nick invites him to sit down and watch television, and though he hesitates at first, Stephen settles down next to him on the couch—leaving a bit of room between them. After deciding on something together the easy conversation picks up again, and before Stephen notices, night has befallen them. He also notices that Nick has gone quiet for the first time since he’d arrived and turns to look at him, assuming he must’ve fallen asleep. But he hasn’t.

Instead Nick looks blankly at the screen in front of him, still and unmoving even when Stephen calls his name. Stephen searches again for any sign of the spirit with not luck in sight. Until he realizes. There is no spirit, and Nick is not being tormented. Not in the paranormal sense at least. Stephen tells him so, and is surprised when Nick nods in agreement, further giving in to Stephen’s uncertainty and he has to ask. “Why did you ask me to come here then?”

Nick doesn’t reply at first. Instead keeping his empty gaze forward as though he hadn’t heard him. Stephen wonders if he didn’t. But before he can answer Nick tells him. After the snap he’d encountered many issues, he doesn’t go into detail, and Nick had been left trying to deal with the aftermath of it all. He admits that it had felt like he’d woken up to a different world(technically they had) with everything he’d known gone or changed. And he’d been alone. Stephen doesn’t have to ask to know that likely means Nick’s close ones are dead. Nick tells him he’d tried at first, and really he had, to adapt and try and catch up. Everyone else had, even through their grief. But through it all he couldn’t, and at the sudden foreign territory his mind had well, shut down on him. He doesn’t even remember how it started or when he’d first noticed something was wrong he says, and the one day, he’d wanted to die.

Stephen lets him go on, a chill settling in the middle of his spine as he takes in Nick’s words. Emotion over flooding him not just for the suffering of another person like usual, but of someone he knows. Nick tells him he’d ask him to come over because the thoughts had gotten stronger, and he hadn’t known if he could trust himself to be alone anymore. He lets out a quiet apology once he’s done, and Stephen’s heart aches at the fact that Nick thinks his sorrow and state of mind are something to be sorry for. Even so, Stephen is aware that a few encouraging words will not be enough, and instead tells Nick not to apologize and asks him if he wants to see a trick. Nicks face twists into confusion but Stephen goes on, brining his shaky hands up, letting Nick see them on purpose—as if to let him know there is no shame in the way he is feeling, in being vulnerable—and with a few movements of his fingers produces a butterfly. Nicks hole face breaks out into shock as he scrambles back and Stephen almost laughs, but stays silent, allowing Nick to lean forward again to stare in wonder and Stephen’s seemingly facile show of magic. The usual questions follow. How did you do it? What is it? Can you show me?

Stephen is happy to entertain every question, carefully watching Nick’s face for any signs of the despair that had been their prior. He knows this won’t fix anything, but that’s not what he’d intended, knows Nick needs to seek proper care an attention. Something unfortunately even Stephen can’t provide. No, what he’d wanted to create was a distraction. A moment for Nick’s mind to not know peace, but to be overtaken by something other than sadness and goes about showing Nick more spells and gestures as the night goes on.

Nick has still not gotten a hold of magic by the time his morning alarm goes off(not that Stephen had expected him to), startling at the sound and looking back at Stephen with astonishment. Stephen only smiles, kind but not pityingly and places a hand on Nick’s shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze.

Waiting for Nick to scurry to get ready, Stephen places a few protective spells around the apartment. When Nick comes out he thanks him for the evening and tells him sincerely that he’d enjoyed himself. And he had. Nick gives him a lopsided smile and agrees before going serious and thanking Stephen. It’s quick and stiff but Stephen can look through it and see all the emotion and sincerity hidden behind it. Smiling he tells Nick to set an appointment with a therapist and to his relief Nick nods. Then he tells him he’ll see him again later that night. In his own home. This time he does laugh at Nick’s shocked face and tells him where to find him. Nick nods dumbly again, thanking him once more and waving him off.

Later he meets Wong, and between the two of them he endures their critiques and chastising on his inability to rely on others even now. But watching Nick laugh about a story from their residency days he thinks he’s ok with it. He’s happy to be a distraction for Nick, and starts to realize that maybe he can be a friend now too.

[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

[thetruecthulhu9]

And and and Green strings and scaly things

When the first green scales emerged along his waist line percy thought nothing of it. They were reminiscent of the scales of the fish he had seen, swimming thought the depths of Long Island so he happily assumed it was simply a side effect of being a child of Poseidon. There were probably other demigods who got strange physical quirks from their godly parent. Thalia probably had feathers growing from her armpits or something and either Athena had a kink for blonds or her kids hair was the colour of knowledge or some other nonsense no one thought to tell him. He ran his fingers over the ovals sprouting from his hip once, finding them to be surprisingly smooth compared to the coarse nature of fish he had handled, and shrugged it off, continuing to go about his morning routine.

Percy’s blood ran cold when he saw the first golden scale that had slipped through. The splattering of green had expanded to cover his entire waist and had almost reached his left knee, and the single fleck of gold sitting in his inner thigh was not a welcome sight. The gold that mirrored the eyes of The Crooked One, his grandfather, Kronos. He had seen Luke bathed in the colour, flooding through his dreams like a sickly aura. There were obviously plans to bring the titan back to walk the earth, the Sarcophagus that sat in the captains quarters on the Princess Andromeda, the fact that Luke was not dead, was percy just annother cog in a grand plan? While Luke had been quite blasé about Percy’s life, content to send waves of monsters after him in every battle he had fought, Kronos had always been pretty invested in having him join the titans, could the scales have something to do with it?

Percy spent the next year researching kronos, chasing every thread he could find to find any connection to scales (turns out demeter nicked Her father’s scythe after he was diced up, apparently considering it part of her inheritance of agriculture. Percy secretly vowed to take his aunt more seriously. And he did. Right up until she pestered hades to eat cereal), the closest he got was an uncle in the form of a time travelling goat-fish that may or may not even exist. But percy did find one thing… one crucial thing. Poseidon sires monsters. Almost every one of his children are monsters in some shape or form, the only exception percy could find was Theseus and most mortal telling still had contention over wether the king was his half brother or not. This, percy decided, must be what he is. Who he is destined to be, to become the terror that hunted his kin to their deaths. And he accepted it. Perseus Jackson would one day become a monster, and nothing could change that. Not even the promise of gold hood. So he decided to hold on to his mortal life while he still could.

This acceptance was turned on its head almost a year later. Walking upon the skin of Tartarus brought him closer to the edge, his legs encased in gold and green scales. His heels growing talons and nails sharpening to match. Percy’s naive acceptance was dashed the moment he looked into damsen’s red slit pupils, with dreadlocks decorated to match Percy’s own, and called him brother.

:P

[dreamcatcherrs]

toxic - sapnap x reader

+ this is an entry for the writing competition hosted by @salinesoot​! go and show them some love<3

++ DISCLAIMER; in no way do I claim that sapnap is addicted to any form of drugs. this is all just fiction! with that I hope you enjoy this longer story :)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: drug addict/ex-lovers au! addict!sapnap x addict!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: months after your break-up, nick reaches out to you to put a peaceful ending to the disastrous fall of your relationship. the meet-up is rough; you're not willing to comply with anything he’s saying, and he just can't seem to get over the state he sees you in once he arrives.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 5.952

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: !ADDICTION! drugs, alcohol, smoking, break-ups, swearing, manipulation (?), abandonment.

I want to put a very big emphasis on addiction, as I don't want to trigger anyone! if you feel in any way uncomfortable with the things listed above, please don't continue reading :) thank you.

playlist:

save your tears - the weeknd

so high - doja cat

apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

high - sivik

habits - tove lo

champagne problems - taylor swift

the silence in the room was violent - it lay like a thick fog between you; hard to breathe in, hard to see through. not to mention the rays of sunshine hitting your back through the windows behind you, glowing into his clear eyes and burning you up inside. but not in a nice way - not in the same way that the first intake of the tip of a cigarette would once set to a flame; not in the same way the almost glowing row of white would once going up your nose and through your system. no, this kind of burn felt claustrophobic, not freeing or euphoric at all. it felt awful - but not as awful as his sorry eyes staring over your body like you were the entrance to a pity party.

a quiet flicker sprung from the lighter in your hand, a small flame glowing under the shade of your frame. your brows furrowed slightly as you lifted the lighter to the death stick sat between your lips, silently lighting it and immediately sucking the sweet smoke right into your tired body like it was oxygen to you. removing the cigarette from your lips and letting it hang from your index and middle finger, you blew out the smoke in one big puff, eyes meeting his.

“so... what do you want?” you snarled at your ex-lover, leaning back on your seat on the counter to lean your weight on your right hand - the one without the cigarette -, watching as he inhaled through his mouth slightly, only to quickly close it again once catching some of the smoke in his mouth. he waited till the cloud was gone to speak up;

“can you... not do that in here?” was the first thing he could say to you. one year after leaving you, and that’s the first thing he has to say? it made you scoff, but you chose to put out the cigarette in the ash tray beside you anyways. funny how times can change so quickly.

he cleared his throat before adding; “I don't smoke anymore - I’ve been clean for nine months now.”

the way he said it with such pride, such happiness - it angered you. was it because you were the one sitting in the dust and ashes of addiction, and not him? well, you both knew it wasn't. or at least he would if he had a sense of memory, which you guessed he had.

all you could do was raise your eyebrows at his words, arms crossing over your chest after bouncing off the kitchen counter. “I asked you a question nick - not for an update of your wonderful life,” you spat, squinting your eyes at him. his eyes somehow softened, and you just hated to see it. because you knew it made your heart beat just a little bit faster. you knew it brung back memories that you both despised and at the same time absolutely loved to have.

he moved away from the fridge he had been leaning his back against, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at the ground instead of your eyes.

“I came to apologise.”

“for what?”

“for… everything.”

it was at the biggest college party of the year for newcomers that he met you.

he was high. he’d spotted you in the crowd, looking like a lost puppy. was that what made him come to you? no, but he couldn’t deny the fact that your innocent complex caught his attention. throughout the night, his eyes would gaze away from the conversation he had with his friends and over to you, and after a nice two rows of heroin through his nostrils, bubbling his blood and dilating his pupils, was when he noticed the guy approaching you. grabbing you, twirling your hair around his finger when you were clearly uncomfortable with it. and as if he hadn't already had about 3 already, he chugged a whole can of beer all in one go, before pushing himself out of the chair he was sat in. clay and george mumbled something in drunk behind him that his ears blocked out anyway as he moved towards the douche in front of you, combing a had through his hair.

he made it to you just as the guy grabbed your thigh with his rough, dirty fingers that god knows where had been, and with complete fury and the world spinning around him, nick grabbed the guy by his shoulder, turning him around to be met with his fist. when the realisation hit you, you visibly gasped (not that he could hear it over the loud music or the ringing in his ears), watching in shock as the guy stumbled back into the cupboard behind him, hand reaching up to grab his eye. the people around you seemed to notice as well, some stepping back a little in shock, some taking photos, some laughing and wooing for more. when nick noticed that the guy was about to get up again, and to his knowledge about to throw some punches back at him, he quickly grabbed you by the waist, pulling you to his side.

“get your filthy hands off my s/o,” he snarled, drunkenly and not very intimidating, but still made for a good effort. he didn't notice the way you'd tried to hide your disgust when smelling his alcoholic breath and his scent of weed - everything was hard to pay close detail to when in a drunken state like his.

to nick’s surprise, the guy, who by the was was way bigger than him and could probably easily take him down in one hit, backs away with a bleeding nose, and everyone else returns to partying as normal.

he turns to you, and you’re blushing. either that or you’ve just taken 10 shots in a row, but that was clearly not the case. your lips moved, but he would have to have the most powerful ears to be able to hear you over the loud music pumping through his body. so instead he leans down, lips hovering by your ear.

“what?” he slurred, loud enough for you to hear, and as if your cheeks weren’t already burning, his close proximity to you sure didn’t help. from behind, a couple of giggling girls shoved into him to get over to the counter filled with alcohol, causing him to push you further against the cupboard. his hand landed on your hip in reflex, preventing him from literally falling into you.

quickly you uttered out into his ear, louder this time; “I- I said thank you,” and closed your eyes tightly in embarrassment, because why did you have to stutter? and why did this drunk mess of a guy have to be so goddamn attractive?

he took a step back, letting his hands fall with him. he looked back at his friends - clay glancing over at him, laughing confusedly, while george was busy downing a shot with karl. he ignored clay’s signal to come back to the table, and instead leaned over to your ear again.

“you wanna get out of here?”

your eyes widened. why did this complete stranger want to leave one of the biggest parties with you? it would be stupid to say yes, yet something in you strived to know what the night could turn out like if you did. it’s not like you had much fun anyway, and what the hell, your life isn’t one filled with surprises, so what was one night filled with them gonna change?

“so... you’re a first year’er?” nick inhaled deeply, the smoke from the blunt of weed between his lips going straight to his head. you nervously scratched your elbow, kicking a harmless rock that was in the way of your path as you nodded. the smell from the stick of weed in his hand went through your nostrils, tickling your nose in a not-so-pleasant way. you chose to ignore this though, not wanting to seem fussy.

“yeah. but parties are not really my forte, in case you hadn’t noticed,” you laughed quietly, folding your arms over your chest when a cold breeze fanned your body. he turned to look at you with slightly squinted eyes, taking in your sober self.

“well, have you ever tried weed? cause I’ll tell you; everything can be a party with this shit.” he laughed at himself, sucking in smoke once again from the blunt, before turning to see you shake your head. he suddenly passed it in your direction. you stared down at it, a trail of smoke rising from the tip of it, before looking at him again. “wanna try?”

he didn't look too bothered wether you said yes or no - just high and drunk out of his mind, which actually made him look kinda peaceful and… cute? what the fuck. you shrugged your shoulders, grabbing the stick of weed from between his fingers. it was the start of college - everyone does this, right?

“do I just… inhale?” you asked, clearly a rookie and non-professional weed-smoker. he chuckled, stopping in his tracks, making you stop as well, as he fished out something from the pocket of his jacket; a lighter.

“yeah, you just gotta light it again cause of the wind. just treat it like a cig.” you raised your eyebrow at him, watching as he stepped closer to you with the lighter, waiting for you to put the blunt between your lips, and when you didn't was when he noticed your confusion and raised eyebrow. he looked shocked. “you've never smoked a cigarette before?” you shook your head, swinging your arms along with their place inside the pockets of your jacket, a lopsided smile forming on your face. his eyes widened further. “drugs? alcohol? nothing?” you gave an innocent smile, flashing your teeth at him as you shook your head. he raised his eyebrows. “damn. well, it’s no shocker to me that you don't like parties then. you've never tried real partying.”

he softly took the blunt from your hand, gesturing for you to open your mouth, before tucking it between your parted lips. he moved closer to you, close enough so he could focus on protecting the flame from the wind using his hand, and holding the lighter up to the tip of the weed stick. “this’ll be fun,” he mumbled to himself, igniting the lighter. “now you just inhale and then eventually blow out the smoke. it might burn to start with, but fuck does it feel good afterwards.”

you did as he said, squinting your eyes as you inhaled the smoke, feeling your throat burn with every passing second you of inhaling, and before you had the chance to blow it into a cloud casually, you coughed out all of the smoke, choking on the pure taste and burn of weed. he chuckled lightly, patting your back gently as he watched you gasp for fresh air.

“alright alright, not too bad.” he took the blunt once you handed it over to him again, easily inhaling the smoke like it was nothing to him, before blowing it out into the fresh september air in different sizes of ‘o’s. you watched in amazement as he did so, wondering how long you’d have to smoke for, for a person to be able to do that. your guess was quite a while.

he handed it over to you again, encouraging you to take it. you did. “here, keep it.” he sent you a dopey smile, watching as you took it. you placed it in your mouth just as the wind passed through you again, making your body shiver very obviously. you were stupid to not bring a jacket. in your defense, you thought that you wouldn’t have stayed long at that party anyway; not that you’d be here, walking through an empty playground with a stranger. well, not a stranger anymore - nick was his name, as you’d come to learn.

he noticed your freezing self as you inhaled again, the smoke making you cough again even when you tried your hardest not to. busy getting your oxygen under control, you didn’t notice him taking off his leather jacket before it hung heavy on your shoulders, immediately giving warming you up from the body warmth it had consumed from him.

you moved the stick out of your mouth, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to play his gesture off cool. “what are you doing? you’ll freeze.”

he scoffed playfully, inhaling the fresh smell of the cool air. “I’m drunk out of my mind right now. you think I even think about what temperature it is right now?” you giggled at that. it was crazy how your cheeks were able to grow so warm despite the cold breeze flushing over you constantly, hands tugging the jacket tighter to yourself.

“thank you,” you quietly said, a small smile spreading across your face. your head started feeling empty - a good kind of empty, causing you to smile even more without even noticing. the sudden release of dopamine in your brain was causing you to feel lighter - that’s what it was, you thought.

without realising, your eyes had been closed and you’d stopped walking anymore, just taking in the feeling and the nice, fresh air hitting your skin in small waves. you felt a hand on your back, and then heard a quiet laugh from beside you. you turned in the direction, opening your eyes and smiled up at the handsome creature of a male in front of you. he smiled along with you, looking into your clouded eyes with his reddened ones, placing his hands on your neck softly.

he started laughing. and you started laughing. you placed your hands on top of his, leaning in closer to get a better look at his eyes. they looked like a cave filled with shiny crystals if you looked close enough. and you’d still be looking into them when he kissed you if he hadn’t closed them.

it was mainly a very toothy kiss, your white pearls clanging together as your smiles stayed on your faces throughout the kiss. when he pushed his tongue in between them though, they slightly faltered, and your hands flew up to hold his face in your hands as he started kissing you harder and with additional sloppiness.

you pulled away to catch your breath, and before he had the chance to lean in for a second kiss, you placed the marijuana between your lips, spending him a playful smile as you sucked in the burning smoke.

were you high or were you just crazy about this guy that you barely even knew? at that very moment you felt that the answer was both.

your brows furrowed. he actually looked… sorry? you weren't sure if you were willing to hear what he had to say - after all he’d put you through. but… something made you listen. something made you wanna give him the chance to speak up. maybe it was the soft spot you had for him in you heart, that you so badly wanted to deny yourself was there.

“look… I know I’m the reason you've ended up like this. I’m the reason you can't even let go of that pack of cigarettes in your hand. and I can't stop thinking about that every single day. I- I ruined you, y/n. and I realise- well, I’ve realised this a long time ago - I just left you here to rot. all alone. I fucked you up, and left you to deal with it all alone. and I’m really fucking sorry about that. I treated you so badly and got you into things you probably wouldn't have gotten into if you'd never met me...” he trailed off, a solemn look in his eyes, almost glowing as they stared compassionately into yours.

you broke away from them, a soft frown on your face as they trailed off to the wine shelf stacked with bottles of alcohol behind him. he was right. you knew he was. but it didn’t explain why he came here. to seek your sympathy? for you to accept his apology? to give him that form of closure? you weren’t really sure if he deserved that.

he saw the look on your face, and figured he’d continue; “I don’t expect you to accept my apology or... stop being mad at me. I just wanted to come here to finish things the right way instead of the way we left it. well, the way I left it.” all of a sudden he stopped in his tracks, eyes focused on your arm. his eyes widened once noticing the bruise on the inside of your elbow, clearly from some type of syringe or needle. he would know what that looked like.

he took swift steps towards you, grabbing your arm in shock. you were worse than he had thought. you looked down in shame when his eyes tried meeting yours.

“y/n,” he said seriously, very carefully rubbing his thumb across the mark. “you need help. like, serious help. you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

with that, you tore your arm away from him, staring into his eyes with your eyebrows furrowed and teary-eyed. “why do you care? since when did you ever care, nick? I don’t understand why you’re here - you don’t really want to help me.” you stepped away from him, heading over to the pile of ashes from the previously smoked cigarettes to get another one, but were stopped by his hand grabbing your arm.

he hugged you.

you sobbed into his shoulder,

and hugged him back.

you swallowed a big gulp of air, craning your neck as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. a pleasurable smile appeared on your face, the sweet feeling of cocaine rushing through your system being the cause of it. you lay down on the flat rooftop of the college gym, inhaling the smoke from the already ignited cigarette between your two fingers. you blew the smoke out into the air in small rings, like nick had showed you, happily succeeding in it. needless to say, you'd done it for what felt like a million times before.

nick grabbed your hand from his place on the roof beside you. you turned your head to look at him, squeezing his hand in the process. he moved closer to you, lifting your hand to his lips before placing a wet kiss onto the back of it. he gestured for you to place the cigarette between his lips, and you did so, holding it in place as he inhaled the smoke like you had. when you moved the cigarette away from him though, he pushed you closer to him by the back of your neck, placing this lips on yours in time for him to blow the smoke from his mouth into yours, catching you by surprise.

you waited till he’d moved away again to blow the smoke out, turning your head as you did so so that he wouldn’t get it in his face. he laughed at the way your eyes had widened, leaning over you to place a kiss on your flush cheek.

“did you like that?” he asked with a raspy voice, followed by a giggle and still holding your hand in his as he clung it to his chest. you looked up at him with a pouty smile, watching as his eyes crinkled at your soundless response.

“you know… we’re probably not allowed up here,” you muttered, tracing figures onto his palm

“yeah, we’re not allowed many things. including all of this cocaine, but I don't plan on stopping,” he replied nonchalantly, clawing up some of the white, illuminating powder onto his finger, sniffing it up his nose with one large inhale, before exhaling deeply in satisfaction. you watched as he did so, and it made your chest turn. something about this felt wrong all of a sudden. you felt bad, ashamed to even be sat on a roof at 2 am, doing drugs and smoking weed, when you really came here to study and make friends.

your thoughts did not just swim away once he started leaving small little pecks onto your neck, hair tickling your jawline with bubbly giggles flying past his lips. you gently pushed him off, letting go of his hand and standing up from the rooftop. your sudden distress did not go unnoticed by nick, though, and he stood up with you, stumbling, but standing, watching as you threw the remains of the cigarette onto the ground, and looked off onto your campus with a clenched jaw and stern look on your face.

nick was confused, and a little uncertain with what he should do. you'd never acted like something was wrong before, so he didn’t exactly know what to do in this type of situation. all he could do was walk over to you, standing by your side as he looked off into the same direction as you. his eyes glanced over to you every now and then, chewing on what to say exactly. he tried saying something, but stopped himself before he had the chance to even let out a squeak.

“is.. what- argh. did I do something wrong?” he finally spoke, frustrated with his own form of speech. you turned your head to him, your small smile causing relief to rush through his body. when you responded with a ‘no’, he felt a little better, but that still didn’t stop him from seeing right through that smile and into your worried self. “well, what's wrong then?”

what's wrong? you almost wanted to ask yourself that question. why would you want to ruin such a nice moment with him just because of some doubt? maybe it was because you thought that all good things wouldn't last, and that whatever this was between you was too good to be true. or maybe it was the fact that you could feel your lungs set on fire just thinking of every bad thing you’d consumed into your previously healthy body, head feeling empty, but at the same time heavy enough to keep all of the bad things inside of it to weigh down on you. maybe it was because you'd never felt so unlike yourself before as you do now, and you weren't so sure if that was a good thing anymore.

when you told him this (well, the parts about the drugs, not your feelings), he sighed heavily, placing a hand on your shoulder to fully turn you to face him. “y/n,” he started, moving his hand up to your cheek and brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, sending you a lopsided grin. “you're overthinking too much.” you raised your eyebrows slightly, looking at him with a mix of confusion and hope in your eyes. he continued; “we’re just having fun. there’s noting wrong with that! isn’t that what college is all about?”

he did his best to assure you that nothing was wrong, and it seemed to be working. you eased up - he could feel it -, yet you still had that worried expression stuck on your face, and he knew he had to do something to change that. he kissed you softly, cold nose touching yours in the process. you couldn’t help but to kiss him back, placing your hands on the sides of his neck as you closed your eyes tightly, wanting nothing more than to get lost in his lips.

when he pulled away, the tip of his index finger lightly bopped your nose, causing the very least of a smile to form on your face. that made him smile. “don’t worry, baby,” he assured you, kissing your forehead before fishing the metallic circle-shaped box out of his pocket, offering you some of the addicting white powder by handing it to you. “we’re in this together.”

his phone buzzed on the coffee table, the waves of vibrations feeling as if they filled up the entire room. someone was calling him, and you only just managed to see that the caller ID was someone named “rose” before he dismissed the call. as far as you could remember, he’d never even met someone by that name.

he put his phone in his pocket, doing up the zipper before staring across the table and over to you again. his brushing off didn’t help your curiosity from spilling out. “aren’t you gonna get that?” you questioned, wiping the wetness on your cheeks away fully from your previous outburst of tears. you could still see the tear stains on his shirt.

he shook his head. “I have more important matters right now.” your heart warmed at his words and you hated to feel that. of course you’d been on his social media since your break-up - you knew very well that the girl calling was his new girlfriend. and as much as you hated yourself for feeling it, you couldn’t help the jealousy from flaming up inside of you. you decided to hold back from saying more about it, though, knowing that it would just be your hurt and anger talking.

he stared at you for a while with droopy puppy eyes, and it made you hate this moment even more, moving around in your seat to distract yourself from the situation. but then his hand was on yours, squeezing gently like he’d done so many times before. you tried not looking into his eyes, cause you knew it’d make you weaker, but it was so damn hard when all you could feel was his eyes burning into your skin, the pity from him seeping right into you. it made you feel awful.

“I want to help you, y/n. get you out of this shithole I put you in in the first place,” he explained lowly, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. tingles trickled up your arm and down your spine, a knot forming in your stomach. you looked down at the table, away from him. “I still care for you, you know?” he gave your hand a squeeze, wanting you to look at him again.

you didn’t.

he sighed.

letting go of your hand, he stood up from the chair. your eyes followed him as he walked over to your side of the table, pulling out the chair that was right beside you and taking a seat on it. he looked at you for a while, taking in the way you looked.

your eyes were bloodshot, red streaks coming out from the beautiful crystal in the middle of your eye. those deep and dark bags under your eyes weren’t there before, the cause of them being so very obvious. you were thinner, frail, weak. you looked as if you would break if he as much as lay a finger on you - like you’d turn to dust if he tried reaching out to you. if he tried to save you. it was soul-crushing to see you in this state. he couldn’t believe he’d done this to you.

you noticed his staring. he didn’t care. you needed to know this had gone too far, even if he was the cause of it.

he pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulling up a list of names and numbers on his phone from his contacts. he gave you his phone.

“these are the places I went to when I tried getting clean. it’d be no problem getting you in there. you just have to try. have to want the help. that’s all I ask from you.” you scrolled through the contacts slowly, like it’d make a difference to the foreign names on the screen.

“nick, I-,” you sighed and shook your head. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“of course you can,” he assured you, grabbing your hand once again. you turned your head to him, heart pumping louder in your chest as you stared at him. you missed him, you realised. “you won’t be alone.”

it all happened so fast.

you pulled him to you by his hand, yours coming up to grab his cheek softly to simultaneously pull his face to yours, closing your pained eyes tightly and-

“what are you doing?”

your voice boomed through the dark room. you stood with crossed arms and a tired look on your face, having just woken up by the rustling coming from the living room, only to find your boyfriend packing his stuff with tear-stained cheeks. worry shot through your tired body as you watched him halt, staring back at you with a startled expression on his face.

“y/n? wh-why are you awake?” he quickly shoved a shirt of his into the duffel bag in his hands, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you with baggy eyes.

your eyebrows furrowed. you knew what this looked like, and you realised exactly what was happening. he was leaving you. he’d been distant for the past few weeks, but you never thought it was because of you. you thought that, maybe, it was just a phase. because, he would never really leave you. would he?

you took a step towards him. “nick are you… leaving me?” you could feel the tears well up in your eyes when you heard yourself say it out loud. you felt like you’d just been hit by a truck, lungs failing and body crashing down. you didn’t understand. you didn’t understand at all.

he didnt answer, just looked down in shame? sorrow? you didn’t care. how could he leave you? how could he? you wanted to pinch yourself to wake up from this horrible dream- no. from this nightmare. but this wasn’t just a nightmare - it was reality. this was really happening.

“I-I don't understand, nick. don't you l-love me?” you sobbed, feeling your wet tears trickle down your face. here they came. the tears you hadn’t cried for so long now.

he softened up at the sight of you crying, wanting so badly to hug you, comfort you, but knowing that he couldn’t let himself. he had to leave somehow. leave this town, this drug-filled life. he had to escape it, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to with you.

“I can't stay here, y/n. I have to go,” he muttered lowly, grabbing his headphones from the coffee table and stuffing them into the bag as well. he started packing again.

“wh-why? I thought things were good between us?”

“they're not, y/n!” he yelled suddenly, causing you to step back slightly. he turned to you, a wild look on his face as his arms flailed around in the air. “I’m sick of only being able to feel good because I’m drugged up or drunk. I’m getting clean.”

he packed the last couple of things into the bag, scanning the room quickly to make sure he got most of it with him, before taking haste steps over to grab his jacket from the coat hanger. you followed after him with just as fast steps, heart beating out of your chest. was this the last time you were gonna see him? no. you refused to believe that.

“b-but you can't just leave me!” you pulled at his arm, tugging him over in your direction as he struggled to slide his leather jacket on. he looked at you for a moment, chest heaving slightly from the bad feeling he had inside of him.

“if you're not gonna let me leave, then you have to.”

you looked at him with pure shock and anger- the audacity. he sighed, calming himself down before continuing; “if you still love me you’d leave.”

you shook your head, angrily shoving a finger at his chest. “you got me into this mess in the first place! you’re the reason I’ve ended up like this! and you want me to leave?” you scoffed at his words, yelling out yours in rage as tears of frustration kept falling from your eyes.

he sighed, brows furrowed and a sad expression stuck on his face as he looked at the ground. “I’m sorry, y/n. I can't do this anymore.” he turned to grab the doorknob, and your eyes widened with the movement.

“you can't do this to me nick!,” you clawed at his arm, dragging him backwards, away from the door. but he was stronger than your weak body and easily pushed you away from him to get access to the door. you hit his back with your fists, crying out in anger as you did so.

“you bastard! you can't just leave me here!” he stayed quiet as he rushed out of the door, not even looking back as he made it out of the door, escaping your grasp on him. you sobbed even louder, walking out of the door to follow his body with your eyes as you collapsed to the ground. “I hate you! I fucking hate you, you hear me?”

nick silently cried as his back hit the elevator wall, the doors closing in front of him as he made his way downwards to the entrance of the apartment complex. what had he just done? he placed a hand over his mouth, wide eyes staring into thin air in shock. nick’s only ever done what he was raised to think was right. it’s not his fault, right?

it’s not.

it’s not.

for a moment, you kissed.

did he not pull away because his feelings for you were still there somewhere in the depts of him? or because he was so shocked that he was unable to think straight enough to pull away? honestly, he couldn’t tell.

but alas, he pushed you off. and all he could do was look at you, baffled, confused and feeling more lost than ever. “y/n…” he trailed off, watching as you stared back at him with wide eyes and red lips from the kiss, almost looking as if you were just as shocked as him.

“I’m… I’m happy now. without the drugs, without the alcohol, without the cigarettes. I’m with someone else now, y/n,” he mumbled quietly, hands still pressed against your shoulders as he stared at your plump lips in a flustered state. he sighed. “we can't be together, y/n. not like this.” he didn’t specify “like what”, but his eyes staring up and down your form clearly showed what he meant. you knew that already, but it still hurt you. it still hurt you that he’d moved on and you hadn't - that he was away from all of the things you now lived off of. it hurt you that he was able to find happiness without you.

he lifted your head up by your chin, and you hadn't even noticed that you were looking at the ground, and got to eye-level with you. his eyes were soft (when weren't they?) and this time, he looked like he was pleading, begging for you to hear him instead of denying him. “I want you to be happy, too. that’s why I’m trying to help you. if only you’d let me?”

your eyes dropped to the ground again, brows furrowing in thought. should you? should you let him into your heart again? into your shitty life? what if he just ended up leaving you again like he’d done before? breaking your heart into a million pieces this time instead of just two? you looked up at him again, biting down on your bottom as you made your final choice.

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Isn’t it funny how MacCready is forever associated with mutfruits because of the sex act Sole introduced him to and not the other way around? lol Who’s to say that Sole doesn’t do it with the other companions they’re romantically involved with? How would companions react to Sole trying the mutfruit trick on them?

(Oh god. I didn't really know what format to do this in so..bear with me.)

Danse:

•Not a fan, in many words.

•Firstly, he frets over wether or not using a food source- or wasting it- in such a manner was truly worth it.

•If you can persuade him that it's perfectly fine- he'll begrudgingly agree to proceed and actually start enjoying himself..until a strange burning itch started to arise.

•Turns out, Danse is allergic to mutfruit....and he is less than happy with the fact he had to visit Cade over it.

Deacon:

•Has actually heard of this before, but never got the chance to give it a try, so he is quite pleased when you stroll into the bedroom with a peculiarly cut mutfruit one evening.

•Makes sure to plan as he goes and is smart enough to retrieve some tattered cloths to place underneath the two of you- it gets messy af.

•Decides he likes it- but much prefers a classic blowjob over it in the end.

Gage:

•Thinks that your proposition is wild as all living hell.

•Actually obeys your orders, positioning himself however you tell him to go- partly because of how perplexed he is- even keeping his hands to himself, which is very abnormal considering his affinity for pulling hair when receiving oral.

•Would definitely ask for you to do it once more.

Hancock:

•familiar with the whole mutfruit thing, loves it.

•Somewhat surprised whenever you offer it up, but he graciously accepts with a stupid grin.

•Is sure to start incorporating treats and other food items in the bedroom more often after this. Oh, and you're going to be repaid in full.

Macready:

•Is utterly amazed.

•Mac is one of those people that are willing to try most things, but even he was skeptical when you first brought the idea up- but after? Absolutely enamored.

•He couldn't care less about the mess either.

Maxson:

•Hasn't ever considered food to have a place in "bedroom affairs", but hell- contrary to popular belief..even he can have an open mind occasionally.

•ultimately decides that he doesn't really care for the sticky feeling the fruit leaves behind, BUT watching you lick the juices up after he cums makes him almost instantly love the "mutfruit trick"

•Sure fire way to render him breathless.

Nick:

•He...he advises you it isn't best to do anything of the sort because of the exposed bits of metal wiring..but, he claims he would revisit the idea as soon as he can find the time to patch himself up in the more intimate areas.

Preston:

•Is sort of "meh" going into it- but eventually loosen up and finds it decently enjoyable.

•Cants top worrying about wasting food

X6-88:

•Frankly, he is quite concerned with the possible radiation the mutfruit might posses. Nevertheless, he can't quite will himself to do or say anything that might ruin the mood- no, he enjoys it.

•Once he gets over the post-orgasmic haze, he decides the mess it makes outweighs how good it feels and gently requests to not repeat the experience.

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Apocalypse! Au (TW! Minor gore and cussing)

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Chapter 1: Shortcut

“Would you please shut up for just one minute!?” She calls out behind the steering wheel, voice horse, and struggling to keep the battered SUV On the road, keeping speed and avoiding the now long forgotten vehicles left on the two lane road. Every part of her feels like it's on fire. Blood from the oozing wound on her scalp finds its way right into her eye, clouding her vision further.

“Told you we've just gotta put some distance between us and Calhoun, then we can pull over for medical attention ASAP. ” Her eyes quickly flit between the road and the rearview mirror trying to get a glimpse at George in the darkness of the back seat. The young man is leaning his head against the broken rear window as the Escalade rumbles past a cluster of figures milling about the edge of the road. A single glance tells her they're hunched over something- or rather what's left of someone. She pushes the thought from her mind and tries to assess George again. He catches her eyes in the mirror only to look away- blinking tears away and wheezing miserably, his free hand gripping the bloody remains of what was his shirt over his middle. No doubt covering the gaping wound there.

The broken window rattles, as a slip stream of wind tussles his now blood matted hair. Nick is sat next to him looking equally disheveled but still in one piece- save some scrapes and bruises.

“I-I can't breathe- I can't-” he stutters out cutoff by Nick’s sudden yelp as a wave of rotten gore sprays across the windshield. It's undeniable that the sight and smell is enough to stick with you for days but anyone that has struck a zombie with a car knows the worst part is the noise. Rather that is- the gore and rot engulfs all senses, sure, but it’s the sound that lives on in memory. It's a series of greasy crunching sounds that bring to mind the thunk of an axe through cords of rotting termite infested wood. A horrible symphony of sounds as the dead are grounded into paste beneath the moving chassis and thick wheels. A quick series of dull pops and cracks as liquefying organs and bladders are squished. Bones are turned to kindling and skulls crushed open and flattening, mercifully bringing an end to a treacherous pilgrimage. This hellish noise is the first thing that registers with her and the two men in the back seat of the battered Escalade.

Both let out another yelp of shock and revulsion, holding on to the seats with a vice like grip as the SUV bucks and fishtails across the now wet and slippery tarmac. Most of the cadavers go down like domino pieces, pulverized by 3 tons of careening Detroit metal. Some of the excess flesh and appendages stumble across the hood leaving a ghastly trail of rancid fluids on the windshield, other body parts go pinwheeling in the air arcing across the night Sky. It might have been humorous if their own situation wasn’t so dire…

She remains silent, hunched forward- her jaw set and eyes fixed on the road, her arms still wrestling with the jittering steering wheel as the massive vehicle goes into a skid. The engine revs and keens as it reacts to the loss of traction. The squeal of the huge steel belted radials adding to the din, hands yanking the wheel back the other way turning into the skid as best she can in order to avoid spinning out of control when she notices something that has gotten lodged in the gaping hole in her side window.

The disembodied head of a zombie only inches away from her left ear. It’s teeth chattering softly, somehow it got caught in the jagged maw of broken glass, gnashing its blackened incisors at her fixing it's ghostly milky gaze on her. The sight of it is so grisly and awful and yet so surreal- the creaking of the jaws snapping at her with the hollow autonomic force of a ventriloquist dummy. She lets out an involuntary chortle, one akin to a laugh but darker… she jerks her head away from the window. Registering over the space of a single instance the fact that the re-animated cranium was torn from its upper body upon impact with the SUV and now still continues to go on without it’s body, seeking living flesh… forever seeking, forever masticating swallowing and consuming, an impulse never satiated.

“Lookout!”

The scream comes from the flickering darkness of the rear seats. In all the excitement she can't identify the source. Wether it's Nick or George- the issue is moot because she mistakes the meaning of the cry and the split second during which her hand flies to the passenger seat and fishes through the contents of it rifling through Maps, candy wrappers, rope and tools- frantically searching for the 9 millimeter Glock- she assumes that the warning cry it is meant to lookout for the snapping jaws of the amputated head. She finally gets her hands on the grip of the Glock and wastes no time swinging it up with one fluid motion towards the window and squeezing off a single point blank shot into the grotesque face skewered there. The head comes apart with the blossom of pink mist, splitting like a melon and sending splatter of viscera into her hair before being launched into the wind, the vacuum left behind in the broken window throbs noisily adding to the din.

Less than 10 seconds have transpired since the initial impact but now she sees that reason that one of the men in the back gave such a warning- it's nothing to do with the reanimated head- what they were screaming about back there- thing that she was supposed to lookout for… is now looming on the opposite side of the highway coming up quick on their right closing. She feels the gravity shift as she swerves in order to avoid the mangled wreckage of a VW bug sliding across the gravel shoulder then plunges down into a steep embankment on the dark unknown wooden grove.

Pine barrows and foliage scrape and slap the windshield as the vehicle bangs and clambers on the rocky slope. The voices in the back rise into a frenzied screams

She feels the land level out and manages to keep the vehicle going long enough to find purchase in the mud- then slams down the accelerator and the Escalade lurches forward under its own power. The massive grill and gigantic tires grinding through the thickets cobbling over deadfalls, mowing down the wild undergrowth and tearing through the scrub as though it were smoke. for the seemingly endless minutes the bumpy ride threatens to encompass her spine and rupture her spleen. In the blurry image of the rear view she gets a brief glimpse of the two injured young men holding on to the back seats for fear of bouncing right out of the vehicle. The front end hits a log hard and the impact nearly cracks her teeth.

For a minute or so they swerve through a thin patch of trees. When they burst out of the brush, an explosion of dirt, leaves and particles- she sees that they've inadvertently come upon another unidentified two lane road. She slams the brakes causing the men to headbutt the seats with an audible ‘thwap.

She sits there for a second taking deep breaths, getting air back in her lungs. She looks around. The men in the back collectively groan and whine, now suddenly back into their seats, holding themselves. The engine idles noisily, a new rattling sound is introduced to the low rumble- probably bearing a knocked loose in the improvised off-road adventure.

“Okay-“ she starts softly “that's one hell of a shortcut”

The only response for the backseat is silence- the humor lost on the two young men. Above them a black opaque sky is just beginning to lighten with the purple of a pre-dawn glow in the dull light. They can just see enough detail to now realize that they've landed across an access road and the woods have given way to wetlands. To the East she can see the a canal winding through a fog, probably leading to the edge of a swamp and to the West a rust pocket sign says state road ‘505- 3 miles’ no sign of roamers in either direction.

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Between the Odds

Part Fifteen: Confession

(A/N: Bet you know why I’m skipping 14. To sum it up, Judy and Nick were “fooling around” at work and Clawhauser happened to hear it, and he made sure that no one else would hear so they wouldn’t get in trouble)

As the sun was setting, many police officers left the ZPD while a few just arrived for the night shifts. Clawhauser sat at the front desk watching everyone come and go, waiting for the hour to end so he could call it a night. He didn't get much work done today, since his mind was pre-occupied with other thoughts. But considering he spent over half an hour this afternoon covering for Judy and Nick while they finished their "activities" in the storage room, it was understandable he would have trouble focusing.

He didn't mind watching out for them. They were his closest friends at the ZPD and he would never want them to lose their jobs. But he just couldn't see them everyday from now on pretending nothing was going on. He had to be honest with them, and he had to express his concern. Dating another police officer was risky and if Chief Bogo were to find out, then their days of working for him would be over.

When he saw the bunny and the fox walking toward the front doors, he saw it as an opportunity to come forward and confess. It was only fair that they knew their relationship wasn't completely secret.

"Bye Clawhauser!" He heard Judy call out as they both waved. Whatever he needed to say, he knew he had to do it now, since it would keep him up all night if he didn't.

"Hey guys! Uh, can we talk for a second?" He said, which caused them to stop and turn around.

They looked at each other and shrugged, approaching his desk. "Sure, but make it quick. We're heading out for that stake out." Nick informed him, but Clawhauser already knew, since he was the one who told them about the assignment.

"Right, it'll just take a second." He nodded, but then took a quick glance around the room. There were still a lot of mammals around that could eavesdrop at any time. He'd have to talk quietly, then. "Uh, you might wanna come on this side." He gestured for them to walk around the desk, so they could be closer to him.

They were a bit confused, but nonetheless obliged and joined him behind the desk, sitting in his chair to make better eye contact with the cheetah. "So what's going on?" Judy asked curiously.

Clawhauser took a moment to get his words together. How to even begin explaining was a challenge for him, he was already feeling awkward and he hadn't even said anything yet. "Okay um, before I start, I just want you guys to know that we're friends and anything we say right now stays between us, okay?"

"Okay?" Judy chuckled, having no clue as to where this was going.

He scratched his nose as he spoke, "Alright, well..earlier today I was walking by the storage room and I maybe, sorta happened to hear something."

Judy and Nick's bodies grew tense all of the sudden, their eyes widening slightly. It was easy for someone like Clawhauser to tell that they were nervous, and he began to feel guilty for doing this to them. "Don't freak out, but I know it was you guys, and I know what you were doing." He went on, noticing the fear increase in their expressions. "B-but don't worry! I was the only one who heard, I swear. In fact I made sure no one else was around so you wouldn't get caught."

Even though he was trying to be assuring, it only made the couple even more discomforted. The fact that someone heard them was far more humiliating than they would've imagined. Sure, they suspected that they were loud enough to be heard from outside, but actually being confronted about it was filling them with shame.

"Oh god," Judy cringed, covering her face with her paws. "Please tell me you weren't listening the whole time."

"It was kinda hard not to." Clawhauser admitted with a grimace. "I would've put in headphones but I figured that would look weird if anyone saw me."

Nick sighed wearily, rubbing the side of his head with his fingers. Now he wished he hadn't let Judy convince him to do it, especially seeing the way she was reacting. Her face was heating up with embarrassment and she couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with either of them. Nick could practically feel her nerves, and he didn't like it any better than she did.

"God, I'm so sorry you had to hear that." The fox said, attempting to hide his stress better than his partner.

Clawhauser shrugged, batting his paw dismissively. "It's fine, that's not really what I wanted to talk about, though."

"Wait, then what did you wanna talk about?" Nick furrowed his brows, while Judy slowly lifted her head.

"Well, to be completely honest, I suspected you guys were a thing for a while now." He said with a small smile to ease their worries. "I didn't think you wanted anyone to know, but I just wanna say that you can tell me if it's true. I won't tell anyone, I promise."

The two exchanged a glance, silently agreeing on wether or not they should tell him the truth. There was no point in denying it now, since he obviously knew. Besides, they could trust him. He was the most honest and loyal mammal they knew, and like he said earlier, they were friends.

Judy nodded, gently touching her boyfriend's arm as she confessed, "It's true. Nick and I are dating."

Saying it out loud for the first time wasn't as scary as she thought it would be. In fact, she felt a small weight being lifted from her shoulders as she spoke, like she felt no need to keep it to herself any longer. Instead if receiving hate and judgment like she feared, what they got was an excited gasp from the cheetah—who was attempting to hide his enjoyment the best he could, but ultimately failed.

Clawhauser brought his paws up to his cheeks as a wide grin spread across his face. He always knew the two of them had chemistry, and secretly he had hoped they would end up together, so having it actually confirmed made his heart leap with joy. "I knew it!" He squealed, but not too loudly to alert anyone else. "How long??"

"Five months." Nick answered, feeling a bit of pride in his statement.

"Awww!" Clawhauser cooed, bouncing on his feet. "I'm so happy! I've been waiting for this to happen for so long!"

The couple laughed and shared an amused expression. Not only were they glad to have moved past the awkwardness from before, but now they knew they had someone who was supportive of their relationship. If only there were more mammals like Clawhauser in Zootopia.

Once the cheetah managed to calm down from his fit of enthusiasm, he sighed and leaned against the desk, knowing he had to wrap up the conversation to let them get to their stake out. "Although, as your friend I do have to tell you guys that you probably shouldn't, you know, do that at work. I would hate for you to get caught by Bogo." He said with a concerned frown, which made their smiles falter.

They knew he had a point, the risk they took every time they made love at work, or just in public in general, could get them into actual trouble one of these days. It almost would have earlier if it weren't for Clawhauser.

"You're right. We'll be more careful from now on." Judy nodded.

Clawhauser grinned once again, "Good. Alright, I'll let you two get to work now. I'm glad we had this talk."

Judy looked up at Nick, noticing them both donning a soft smile of relief. "Yeah, us too."

[araisbored]

Rewatchable: Batman vs. Superman

Here we go. I’m starting this new series in my blog where I rewatched a lot of movies that are hated back in the day and decide wether if it’s really bad or people are just a bunch of dickheads or know-it-alls. And we are starting the series with the infamous Batman vs. Superman.

Let me give you a little background of what happened and what’s the setting back in the days. Batman vs Superman was released during the Avengers era. So people automatically assumed that DC was trying to copy what Marvel is doing. Though we can all say that Marvel did really great doing those films. We cannot NOT give credit to DC. Because after all, they invented superheroes. Justice League was Justice League. Here’s the thing: Marvel did it really well with the story-telling and build-up. Plus the Easter eggs. (I bet you my ass that you stayed for those post credit scenes)  Even so, unlike everybody’s opinion this movie wasn’t sucky at all. Yes, it was DARK. And when I say Dark, man it is DARK. Like last episode of GOT kinda dark. (And the fact that this movie is a little too fast-phased for my liking) But let me be clear with this. For the nth time, it was Okay.

There's nothing more stupid than seeing men fighting. Might as well categorize it as comedy. It’s stupid and funny.

The plot well, just like what I said it is good and understandable. I get it. You’ll get it. It’s a superhero movie. There’s nothing to think about this. You see when this airs before, A LOT and when I say a lot, A LOT hated the movie. And now re-watching it. I don't get why? I see why DC made this movie. It's a great introduction to everything. To Wonderwoman, to the Flash, to the Cyborg and Aquaman. The purpose was there. But what I don't get is the HATE. I get the Ben Affleck hate(that one I’m totally on board). Like I would never forgive Ben Affleck. He hasn’t done anything to me. He’s just always be the bad guy who cheats on his wife (Gone Girl). He will be forever Nick Dune to me. And that's not changing anytime soon, even he gives the best performance of his life. He will always just be reduced to a dickhead Nick Dune to me. He's just way too good at playing Nick Dune that he'll be forever prisoned to him. But that’s for another day.   Anyways, Batman vs Superman, the movie is OK. A little fast phased. But all is good. If you're stupid that’s probably a problem for you. But if you're a fan which I'm guessing you're a total nerd like me and watching fast-phased shows won't hurt your brain. Then this movie will be fine. So let us not hate on every DC movie just because Marvel gave us some gold movies. Avengers: Endgame is still garbage and that one... that movie doesn't make sense. But that's for another time, again. I am not much of a movie critique so don't take any of my shit seriously. But as a normal viewer, it's good. It's fine. I totally enjoy grumping every time they fights for no reason. And as per usual a woman is the only one who fixes shit. Lois, Diana. WOMAN. It's sad that they cast Gadot as Wonderwoman, a war apologist who plays a woman who stops wars. The whole Wonderwoman movie series is so good but Gal Gadot ruined it for me. Another thing to put a pin, eh? Anyways, (At this point take a shot every time I steer away from the topic or every time I say: Anyways.) Amy Adams am I right? That woman carries whatever movies she's into and I'm gonna support. And if your a supreme nerd who got annoyed because it’s not glorifying the same as the comic book, I send my regards. To my fellow nerds who love Justice League, this might suck for you but for us lowly (normal, not DC nerd) human beings and fellow nerds who hadn't had the chance to experience comics... this is ok. If you hate this movie just because you love the Dark Knight series so much. Get a life. And get off your pretentious high horse. I get it. But please grow the fuck up!! Some people in here just want to enjoy shit. 

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

My Love || Dongju

Request: can I request jealous Dongju ?? He's so cute, idk how to make this anoymous so when posting this please leave out my name, thank you love!!

Absolutely!! I love this idea and Xion my bby so I love writing a good ol fic for him :) it also makes it that I'm close to having all members of Oneus to have fics! Your not the only one who's recently requested jealous Dongju but the other person wants a text fic but hopefully they enjoy this too :))

Synopsis: is Dongju jealous or is he just biting Leedo? Well you had been hanging out with Leedo like usual as he was your bestfriend, but why would it make Dongju jealous?

Pairing: Dongju (Xion) x reader

Warning: non just fluff! A little bit of pouty Dongju and his weird hobby of biting people

Gif credits to owner

You came to the dorms to hangout with your boyfriend and his members, you ended up in Dongjus arms laying on the couch enjoying a conversation with Leedo not seeing the pout forming on your boyfriend's face from behind you.

"have you been working on any new choreos?" You said, the pout on Dongjus face grew bigger but he wouldn't let anyone see so he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"As a matter of fact yes"

"Oh, you should show me one of your choreography's sometime, your dances seem fun." You said with a little giggle interested in the choreographys Leedo has done wether solo or with Hwanwoong had he been working on, you wouldn't call yourself the best dancer but you liked to dabble into it.

"You know I could teach you dances too" Dongju said below a whisper making it so you couldn't catch it.

"What was that my love?" You asked turning your head so you could look at him a little, he smiled at the nick name and decided to brush off his jealousy for now.

"Oh nothing don't worry about it." He said planting a tiny kiss at your shoulder. You had always been very close with Leedo and infact the person who got you two together, Dongju respect that but you where also his so he sometimes just wanted to see you but you'd be with Leedo. This interaction was completely fine till the weeks progressed and you continued to hangout with Leedo quite a lot which caused Dongju to mope in the dorms for then Hwanwoong to hangout with him to cheer him up.

"You know you could tell either of them and you could either add in on their hangouts or y/n would keep a healthy balance right.?" Hwanwoong said ruffling the boys hair causing him to quickly move from Dongju trying to bite him.

"I know but it seems so awkward to bring up and the last thing I want to do is seem controlling." He said, most his interactions ended up like that with Hwanwoong when he'd be moping while you where out with Leedo.

Today you went out for breakfast with Leedo to talk about a gift to buy Dongju since he's been working so hard in which you wanted to reward him. As you decided what to get him you finished breakfast and voted for ordering it later but for now to head back to the dorms with Leedo to see your lovely boyfriend and the rest of your friends. Arriving at the dorm to knocked on the door and Dongju answered immediately smiling at your figure, he looked behind you only to see Leedo in which he hadn't even realized had left. Once you both had entered the dorm he quickly went to put his arms around your waist and pull you into a hug

"I didn't suspect to see you here." He said with a smile trying to hold back the feelings of jealousy that he wish he hadn't had.

"Ah yeah, Leedo and I went out for breakfast that's all and then I wanted to stop by since I missed you." You said so cheerily kissing his cheek, only if you knew his feelings where bouncing back and forth from jealousy and being completely whipped. He was still a little sulky tho and you could tell something was wrong even though you couldn't put a finger on it. Leedo went to the kitchen to grab himself a cup of water in which Dongju quickly unwrapped his arms around you and went into the kitchen which then you assumed had bitten Leedo since Leedo let out a yelp. You giggled starting to realize Dongju probably was jealous at the fact you'd been hanging out with Leedo, in which you realized how much you where hanging out with Leedo.

You walked over to the kitchen and looked at the two of them and saw the confusion written on Leedos face and the victory in Dongjus.

"My love could you meet me outside the dorm for a second." you said, Dongju quickly made his way for to you, his heart always flipped at the nickname. You both walked to the front of the dorm so you could have privacy when asking him this next question so he wouldn't get embarrassed by his members.

"Baby, am I crazy or are you jealous over me hanging out with Leedo?" You said looking up at him in which he looked at you like a deer in headlights. He thought about his next words but decided to take a different approach instead of avoiding it.

"You caught me, I guess" he laughed awkward taking your hands in his looking in your eyes for confirmation that you weren't mad from his jealousy in which you smiled at him seeing relief fill his face.

"I'd never try to make you jealous my love, your the only one on my mind who I can do something like this with." You said as you planted a sweet kiss to his lips smiling into it.