#why won’t everything shut up and go away y’know

[luminescentturtle]

the very normal and healthy urge to lock yourself in your room and never do anything again

[stunie]

SCARY BOYFRIEND EX PRIVILEGES! ❤︎ — Endo Yamato x f!reader ﾉ Sfw ﾉ Cw harassment (not from Endo) ﾉ My response to:

ANON’S ASK — Random thought but what the wind breaker boys protect you in spite of being your ex. Whether it was a mutual, [etc], uncertain, or bittersweet break up is up to you.

Other warnings: one mention of reader typically wearing makeup

As weird as it sounds, you’re not entirely sure if you and Endo have ever officially broken up. Dating through high school was one thing, but keeping the relationship strong after attending different universities was another.

At the very least, you’re 90% sure the relationship died, although you don’t remember exactly when the two of you stopped talking. After you switched your phone number following your first semester at university, you hadn’t even bothered to tell him. You don’t remember why you didn’t bother to either.

Everything is weird now.

Life has been entirely different without him. There’s one less free pocket in your bag now that you’ve started carrying pepper spray with you. You wear your headphones in one ear at a time, and your volume isn’t on full blast anymore.

You actually look where you’re going, and you pay attention to the time— take a mental note that it starts getting dark earlier at this point in the year.

Even with the precautions you’ve learned during your time at university, this type of thing would always be out of your control. How in the world did you get singled out wearing your pajamas and no makeup?

Life wasn’t being fair to you.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?”

“Midterms.” You narrow your eyes to the best of your ability, balling your hands into little fists to mask how they’ve started to tremble. “I’m meeting up with some friends now.”

You used to be able to just say “I have a boyfriend.”

You also used to be walked home, so this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. You’re sure that if Endo saw the way you are now, he’d be making a comment by now. Something along the lines of “gonna hurt your hands if you throw a punch with your fists like that, sweet thing.”

Nothing is fair. Why is it now that you start missing him for the first time in years? The feeling comes a little too easily for a relationship that faded into nothing, but you’re too scared to kick yourself in the shin right now.

“That so?” The man in front of you laughs when your fight or flight finally starts to kick in. You take a couple of steps backward, and your frame is suddenly a lot smaller compared to his. How easy. “Where are these friends of yours? Can’t believe you’re out here all by yourself..”

“T-they have my location, y’know.”

There’s the stutter that always gives you away.

He laughs at this, and you can feel yourself breaking into a cold sweat. Keep your words steady. Ignore the way your heart rate is spiking. Do absolutely anything to avoid letting him know that you’re scared out of your mind.

It doesn’t work at all. “They won’t know if you don’t have your phone on you, will they?”

All the words you know seem to slip out of your brain, and your face feels painfully hot. “U-um…”

“You’re exactly my type. It’s a compliment… I’m being nice, so just come with me. You won’t regret it— I’ll make it worth your time.”

It doesn’t like sound an offer, and it doesn’t sound like a suggestion either. Your body freezes against your will, and he catches onto this pretty fast. The pepper spray in your bag seems too far away for you to even consider, and you’ve never felt so helpless in your life.

“Yeah? That sound good?” He moves to close the distance between the two of you with a grin, reaching out to grab your wrist. Your eyes slam shut, lips trembling even when you try to say something to protest. “Damn… you’re so docile for such a pretty girl. Usually, they’d be a bitch, but you—”

“How mean.” Your eyes shoot open when you’re suddenly tugged backward, gasping when your back roughly collides with someone’s chest. “I was waiting all alone. What’s my girl doing over here with you?”

The tattooed arms that drape themselves over your shoulders don’t look familiar at first glance, but the muscles and his scent are. Painfully familiar, as a matter of fact. They’re the same arms you used to cling onto- and you always used to wrap your fingers around his bicep and rest your head on his shoulder.

He loved that.

It all registers in your head as soon as he puts his weight on you, head right beside yours and you feel his hair tickle your neck. He gives the man in front of you an unamused look before turning to you.

“M-me?” You want to dig a hole and stay there for eternity after hearing just how shaky your voice comes out. Endo’s so close that you could simply turn your head to the side and you’d be kissing him.

He laughs, and you feel your face heat up again. Only this time, there’s a gentle fluttering of your heart that comes with it instead. “Yeah, you. What? Did you think I was talking to the loser? I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The way you move to latch onto his arm in an instant is all he needs to confirm that your feelings haven’t changed. The man in front of you doesn’t speak— he can’t seem to move either. Your boyfriend has made quite the name for himself, but you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?

To you, he’s your bodyguard— and more, of course, but maybe you’d be honest and tell him about that another time. But to that guy, he’s pure danger. The way Endo looks over his shoulder to give him one last glance is already enough to have his knees buckling.

[httpsserene]

Heyy, i was wondering if you could do an Toto wolff x reader. I was thinking kitchen sex?? Like Toto getting turned on because he found out that reader was trying to make him his beloved pumpernickel bread for breakfast. I’ve been seeing tiktoks of Toto and his love for pumpernickel bread, and was just wondering if you could write abt it, though it’s TOTALLY ok if you don’t. Sorry if this was a little messy, this is my first time rqsting something. ♥️

𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐰/𝐭. 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you make toto his favorite bread. he’s going to thank you for this surprise properly. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. implied age gap. kitchen sex. rambling about bread. unprotected sex. vaginal sex. morning sex. reader and toto are married. beta-read. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.2k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: toto wolff x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: can't take my eyes off of you (i love you baby) • lauryn hill

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: can you tell i did way to much research on the types of pumpernickel bread? no, well, i don’t care 🙂 i WAS NOT familiar with toto wolff and pumpernickel bread so a quick youtube search opened my eyes to it and uh what can i say, this was born. ALSO: i feel like i’ve self-diagnosed myself; i am ashamed to admit that my kink might be somebody making me their wife…because why can’t i go one fic without making the reader be referenced to as a wife (m sorry i crave love). i honestly feel like it could be better, but y’know i hope i did your request justice (sorry it took me so long, ktober beat my ass). anon! i hope you see this, and i hope all the toto wolff lovers enjoy !!!

the yellow dish gloves on your hands protect your brown skin from most of the heat of the scalding tap water. the sound of your hums airily reverberate within the high ceilings of your open-plan kitchen as you clean the expensive dishes you’ve dirtied. you’ve taken off your wedding ring and placed it on top of your phone in the middle of the island to avoid any possibility of it falling down the drain or getting damaged. 

you woke up a little after dawn, quickly shutting off your alarm to avoid waking up your husband; it’s the off season for him, you won’t wake him up at insane hours when he’s not needed to work. sneaking out of bed was a battle of its own—there were several close calls as you struggled to slip out of the tight hold of the austrian man. it took seven minutes for you to escape his warm embrace, but you made it through by thinking of the surprise you were going to cook up for Toto—or bake up for him. it’s no secret to anybody that the mercedes team principal loves pumpernickel bread, and that he’s very particular about how he likes it. of course, there’s no way you would be able to make the traditional german pumpernickel bread before he woke up—it takes fourteen hours to cook and it needs to rest for an entire day to allow it to form properly into its crunchy, cookie-like consistency. so, you decided to make the simplified recipe that only takes roughly an hour and a half to bake and prepare, while the original takes its time cooking. your husband will have to be happy with the more loaf-like treat until his preferred bread is ready. you’ve never been more thankful to have two ovens. 

everything went well. both breads are prepped and baking away at their respective temperatures, and you’re carefully attempting to clean up the mess you’ve made in the process. you may not have been quiet enough based on the footsteps you hear heading your way. Toto pauses in the doorway and you smile, not needing to turn around to see the baffled expression on his face. you turn the faucet off and grab the cloth resting on the oven handle to dry your hands, “good morning, bär. slept well?” you teased gently with a small smile in Toto’s direction. you take an appraising glance of his form; he’s only wearing this pair of pajama pants covered in the mercedes logo (George gifted him those when the team did secret santa last year; Toto said he’d never wear them), leaving his toned torso exposed for your viewing pleasure, sleep lines from his pillow are still faint along his left cheek, and his hair is ruffled like he’s been running his hands through it. your husband nods half-heartedly, and blinks in confusion as he takes in the sight of you in the kitchen.

you're wearing one of his white button-up shirts—half of the buttons are fastened, the sleeves are rolled up and cuffed right above your elbow. you aren’t wearing a bra based on the way he can see how your nipples are pebbled through the shirt, and he assumes you’re only wearing underwear based on your bare legs. your feet are warmed by a pair of black, fuzzy house slippers, the bottom of the shirt rests along the middle of your thighs, and the collar is shifted to the side exposing your collarbone. your hair is free, allowed to rest however it wants to on this winter morning. he starts, making to finally enter the space of the kitchen and give you a proper morning greeting, but notices a smudge of flour along your jawline. and then he sees the baking utensils gathered in the sink, and a rich aroma starts to permeate the air. it smells slightly like coffee and slightly like dark chocolate—it’s sweet. then, it dawned on Toto, you’re baking pumpernickel bread. for him. his heart flutters; you usually sleep as late into the morning as possible, but today, you woke up at an insane hour just to make him his favorite bread from scratch. you’ve always teased him for how difficult he acts about his breakfast treat yet you sacrificed hours of sleep to please him. Toto’s mushy mindset is broken, as you cock your head at him, wondering why he hasn’t responded to you, and the collar of his your shirt shifts and falls to expose the top of your chest. mmm, yes, he should thank you properly.

you don’t even have time to register toto crossing the space between you, before your lips are interlocked in a passionate kiss. a shocked squeal is muffled against toto’s lips, as his large hands hold your waist steady, and your own hand flies up to hold his head. your other hand rises to tap at his chest frantically, as you begin to run out of air, and toto pulls away with an amused chuckle. dazedly, your hand on his chest pulls back to touch your lips, like you needed further verification that he just kissed you. 

Toto smirks, “good morning, schatz.”

you nod unsteadily, “yes—g-good morning.”

your husband laughs louder at your stutter, and tugs you into his chest for a proper hug, rubbing at the nape of your neck with a heavy hand. the two of you stand tangled in the middle of the kitchen, uncaring of how many seconds fly by, and your eyes flutter shut at the relaxing motion of Toto’s massaging hands. 

“i’m going to fuck you on the island, now, “ Toto informs you kindly.

you startle, pulling your head back to stare up at him with wide eyes. his gaze is serious, and you can’t help how your cheeks warm under his attention.

“well…” you murmur, “i’m not going to say no.”

from there, it’s all a rushed haze. you go from having two feet firmly planted on the tiled floor to being lifted and placed on the marble island as toto speeds through unbuttoning your collared shirt. you try to shrug it off, but Toto halts your motions firmly telling you to leave it on. you hum absently and pull him into a kiss. Toto moans into your mouth, and the sound has your hips bucking forwarding to grind against the bulge in his pants. his hands reaches for your left hip and assists you in grinding against him, and a sigh of pleasure parts your lips. the austrian eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, and he tastes a bit of sugar from whatever you snacked on while making his bread. oddly, that causes more of his blood to rush south and he breaks the kiss to lean back and tug your panties off. 

you simultaneously pull his pajama pants down, and squirm happily at the fact that he slept without boxers. Toto gently guides you to lie back on the countertop, and coos softly when you shiver from the cold surface; he’ll warm you up soon. he pulls your panties off from where they were dangling around your right ankle and drops them to the floor, kicking them to the side along with his pants. tugging you forward, your ass rests on the edge of the counter and he leans down to press kisses on your throat.

moaning highly, you crane your neck to expose its full length to his mercy. your right hand tangles in his hair to guide him exactly where you want, your left hand holds at his shoulder for support, with your nails digging into the meat of his muscles. Toto pauses, and pulls back to grab your left hand. a broken whine falls from your lips, and you buck your hips upward searching for friction, the slide of his cock along your folds feels delicious. his knees buckle at the sensation, and he forces your hips back down with his free hand, as he pulls your left hand in front of him to look at it.

“where’s your ring, liebling?” Toto asks, warm eyes focused on your bare ring finger. you laugh disbelievingly, amused and surprised at the fact that he managed to feel the absence of your wedding ring, and pull your hand out of his grasp smoothly. you reach behind you and pluck your ring from its spot on top of your phone, and slide it back on your finger. brandishing your ringed-hand in his eyeline, you impatiently try and buck your hips upward to no avail, his one-handed hold on you is unbreakable. 

“okay! fuck me—now, please,” you demand desperately.

Toto hushes you, and holds your left hand steady. he stares into your eyes as he presses a kiss on the wedding ring he bestowed you with. your cheeks burn hot, and you roll your eyes as if your heart didn’t liquify at the show of devotion. your husband guides himself to your entrance, and pushes in carefully—thankful he fucked you open last night. you whimper softly, tender and sore, but you nod frantically to encourage Toto to push further in. he groans throatily as he bottoms out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and your moan harmonizes at the feeling of fullness. the stretch burns slightly, but you’re more focused on achieving an orgasm than the space he caves out in your walls. 

you squeeze your knees around his waist, and grind up on him to encourage him to move. Toto grabs your left leg, bringing it to rest over his shoulder, while your right leg remains resting on his waist, both fuzzy slippers falling from your feet at the movement. it has him sliding slightly deeper inside you, and a spark of pleasure races up your spine. Toto begins to thrust, setting a quick pace from the get go. he fucked you open eight hours ago and the tightness of your cunt has him considering that he didn’t fuck you well enough. the bruises in the shape of his hands on your hips suggest differently. it’s ridiculous, how lost the two you get in each other’s bodies. your moans are punched out of you with every thrust, his cock dragging against your most pleasurable spot every time he sinks in you. Toto should be embarrassed at how quickly this is ending, but your sounds are too erotic for there to be any other outcome. 

he lays his hand on your navel, gently adding pressure over where he’s reaching inside of you, while his thumb circles rapidly over your clit. your back arches sharply as you screech from the unexpected flare of pleasure, raking your nails down his back in thin red lines as you cum at the added stimulation. it’s a multitude of sensations and emotions that had you hurtling over the edge quicker than you thought possible, and Toto has no choice but to follow you into the abyss, unable to hold back his orgasm at the unbearably hot and wet grasp of your cunt. your husband rocks into you through the afterglow, pausing only when you start to whimper in too much, and not feeling good. staring up at toto with a blissed-out smile and half-lidded eyes, you sigh sweetly as he slips out and leans down to kiss you again. the press of his lips is syrupy sweet and you find yourself getting lost under the feeling of him pouring his love and devotion into you—even though you don’t need the reminder—and the timer you’ve set on your phone blares jarringly causing you and toto to jump apart, startled. 

“what the fuck,” Toto deadpans as you scramble around to turn off the alarm. 

you sigh in relief once the aggravating sound is silenced, and nudge at Toto’s hip with your foot, “well—don’t just stand there! get the bread out before it burns!”

the austrian huffs exaggeratedly, like it’s such a chore, and pulls on the oven mitts to take out the pumpernickel bread adaptation after you direct him to the proper oven, not wanting him to disturb the traditional bread baking. the sight of the known headphone-smashing, hothead mercedes team principal completely naked spare for a pair of oven mitts is amusing, enough that you can’t quiet your snort, uncaring of how Toto glares at you. he places the baking tin on the cooling rack you set to the side, and hums happily at the aroma—even though it’s a far cry from the usual bread he prefers. like the oaf he is, Toto reaches to pull a piece of the fresh pumpernickel to eat, but with lightning quick speed you reach over and slap his hand away before he defiles the bread. 

“aht aht! what do you think you're doing? it needs at least forty-five minutes to cool before you can take a slice,” you scold the grown man.

Toto pouts (astounding, honestly), and then he brightens considerably, a sleazy smirk spreading across his lips, “ah? we have time for a second round then, maybe three…” you laugh hysterically, ignoring the way your stomach flips pleasingly at the suggestion, and slide off the counter, buttoning up your collared shirt, and you bend down to pick up the discarded pieces of clothing lying on the floor, “there’s no way you manage to get hard twice in forty-five minutes, old man–” Toto balks at your words–he’s really not old, or at least not that old, “–however, it’s enough time to finish washing the dishes you distracted me from doing.”

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© httpsserene2023

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Thank youuu, maayybbee a comforting headcanons about your choice of Creepypasta with a reader who is like uh like really really tired in all sort of ways that they won’t cooperate in anything, mind being so nice to give them a whole slideshow of their messed up childhood and

Y’know just a really fucked out reader

Sorry if it’s y’know too much or anything, you can do it whenever you want!

-🐰

I love writing comfort scenarios <33

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Ticci Toby

He understands that sometimes, everything is too much and your brain just kind of shuts down

But he is also a very anxious person

So when he sees you laying in bed, the exact same position you were in when he left in the morning, he gets a little concerned

Have you moved at all? Have you eaten? Drank anything? Taken a shower?

But he respects your privacy and doesn't ask you about it, assuming maybe you just wanted a lazy day to yourself

So he brings his dinner up to you that night, sharing just in case this is in fact the first you've eaten all day

And when you continue this behavior the next day, he begins to panic

The other creeps know something's up too, or at least, E.J does, because once Toby gets home E.J approaches him about it

"Hey, I asked y/n to clean the equipment they used in the gym last time and they just said no. They also seemed pretty lethargic, barely moving or breathing at all. Nothing to worry about right now, but it is concerning."

And with that, he walks off, seemingly not even wanting an answer, just wanting to give Toby a heads up

So once again, Toby goes to your room once again, seeing that you still haven't moved

"You haven't moved." He says

"Mhm" you respond absently, scrolling on your phone

"Have you eaten today?" He asks, beginning to get nervous

"Mhm" you respond once more, though it's not a real response it's just one to make him happy

"Um. EJ said you didn't want to clean the gym equipment you used?" He fidgets with his fingers now, picking at the dry skin

"Mhm" Is the only thing you say, and the only thing you're going to say he realizes

So he comes to sit on the bed next to you, moving some of your hair out of your face (if you have any, if you don't he rubs your back) "Are you ok? You can talk to me, you know? I love you"

This seems to trigger something in you, because instantly a flood of tears happens

This startles him, but he continues to comfort you nonetheless

He pulls you up and drapes your arms over his shoulders, while his go around your body, rubbing your back and head

He doesn't talk because he doesn't want to overwhelm you, so he silently rubs you and kisses you until your sobs turn into sniffles

"Let me take care of you tomorrow?" He asks, pulling away to look into your eyes

You pull him back into the hug and nod "please"

Jeff The Killer

Jeff doesn't really know how to deal with his own emotions, let alone someone else's

So when he sees you in a funk, he decides to just leave you alone and let you deal with it yourself, because he doesn't trust himself enough to actually help instead of hurt

But this of course, it seen as him leaving you in your time of need from your perspective

So this only makes matters worse, causing you to snap at others for small things, like when Toby accidentally bumps into you while you are on the way to get another snack

He of course, apologizes profusely, but it just isn't your day so you yell at him and tell him to be more careful next time

When Jeff gets home, Toby is talking about the incident with another creep

Not in a malicious way, but in a concerned way

This peaks Jeff's interest "What are you saying about my partner over there??"

"I'm just worried is all. They totally blew up after I accidentally bumped into them" Toby says, putting his hands up defensively

Jeff scoffs and rolls his eyes, already tired of the mood you're in

So he goes up to your room and walks in angrily saying "Why are you being such a dick? What'd Toby ever do to you?"

You don't feel like arguing, so you snuggle further into your bed

He laughs at this "Seriously? You're gonna ignore me? Listen dude, I don't know who you think you are but I really don't like this fucking color on you. Fix your attitude before I fix it for you" And with that he slams your door

Next day, you bump into each other in one of the hallways, and he tries to talk to you obviously seeing you still upset, but you push past him

Or at least try to

He quickly catches you and pins you against a wall "Just listen to me, won't you?!" he yells

This is all too much for you, so you begin to cry, bowing your head so maybe he won't see it

He softens at this, loosening his grip and looking at you confusedly "Why....why are you crying?"

"Why are you being so mean to me??" You ask as you sob

He sighs and brings you into a tight hug "Ok.....Ok tell me how long you've been upset"

"A long time!" You say truthfully "It's not even about Toby!"

"Why didn't you say anything??" He asks, cradling your head against his shoulder

You grip onto his chest and try to catch your breath before talking "Because you left and I thought you didn't want to see me!" You whine in a fast, high pitched voice

Despite this, he seems to catch every word "No, baby, baby....I always wanna see you I just didn't wanna hurt you...." He whispers into your head

"But you did!" You say into his shoulder

"I know....I'm sorry" He rubs your back a bit before kissing your head

"....really?" you sniffle

"Yeah" He pulls away and lifts your head to kiss your forehead, before pulling you back into the hug

You are quiet for a while, standing in the hallway and holding each other before you finally break the silence "it did feel good to cry"

He snorts and pulls away "Well I'm glad you liked it, because now I have snot and spit all over my hoodie"

You smile and kiss his nose "You love it"

Ben Drowned

Barely moving himself, he probably won't notice for a little bit

But when he does, he just assumes you're in a lazy mood, So he tries to snuggle up with you in bed

You flip over, avoiding his touch which makes him raise an eyebrow "Hey, you ok? It's cool if you just wanna be alone but this isn't like you"

"I'm fine" you say quickly

"....oookay.....do you want me to leave you alone?" He asks, his face changing from confused to concerned

You don't answer for a long while, but when you finally do you say "no"

"ok" he says simply, staying to his own side of the bed while he plays video games

Eventually, you begin to cry softly, and you flip back over to snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala

He looks at you for a moment before putting the game aside for a second and petting your head "I thought you said you were ok?"

You shake your head and cling harder

"Alright, c'mere" he says, pulling you up into his lap and putting your head in the crook of his neck

You try to hide your face away in his shoulder, but he grabs your chin before you get the chance "Hold still, I wanna kiss you" he says

With this, he kisses anywhere he can reach, eventually letting you drop your head back onto his shoulder while he grabs onto your arm and kisses from your shoulder all the way down to the tips of your fingers

Once he is done, he looks down at you, seeing that you are now only sniffling he uses a knuckle to wipe away any remaining tears "now are you ok?"

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek "Good. I like seeing you happy"

He then pecks your lips and hands you another controller, so that you can play the previously discarded game together

[modelbus]

streamer!reader who doesn’t like spending money on themselves x tommy who loves to spoil his gf

The man who refuses to spend money on himself spending it all on his gf… I like it.

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Fem!Reader

Spoiled Streamer

You aren’t sure why he’s like this.

Tommy won’t even spend money on himself! His biggest purchase was a hundred-dollar lightsaber he adores, and even then he still calls it stupid that he bought it. All signs pointed to him being a stingy motherfucker.

So why, exactly, did he buy you practically everything you use to stream?

God, if only you had the answer.

He just walks in, chucks something at you, then walks out. Sometimes it’s small, a thing of your favorite candy or a stuffed animal. Other times it’s the three-hundred-dollar headset that’s been sitting in your cart for months.

It’s not that you don’t love the gifts, or that you don’t appreciate them, it’s that you can only allow him to buy you so many things before you start protesting. Really, you don’t need anything he gives you! You keep it all, obviously, but still.

And it’s impossible to hide from your viewers. Once, you mentioned wanting a lava lamp on stream. After a moment, you had stated you’d never actually buy one, considering how you just never seemed to get around to it.

So how the fuck were you meant to explain the lava lamp that appeared next stream?

Tommy isn’t even trying to hide the fact he’s spoiling you to death from your fans. He threw a stuffed animal of your favorite Minecraft mob at your face on stream! On three separate occasions!

So you might’ve started fighting with fire. He gives you a random mousepad? You give him a set of raccoon stickers. For some insane reason, you thought it would genuinely work.

Instead, you started a war.

On this fine Monday morning stream, you’re anxiously awaiting him to discover your latest comeback to him buying you a whole goddamn shelf. Not one, not two, but three giant Lego sets.

He’d probably be so in awe that he wouldn’t even strike back. It was the perfect plan! So, you weren’t too worried about him interrupting your stream. Until he does.

“How did the sheep escape again?! Where are they getting out?!” You scream, waving your hands fiercely at the screen. It was like magic! You look away and they're all over your house!

“Hey!” Tommy exclaims, popping his head into your streaming room. He’s holding two bags, and you sigh.

“Hi, Toms. What’s up?”

“So, Wil was talking to me ages ago about back support or whatever. I completely forgot about it until today, Y’know?”

“Uh-huh…” you’re not sure where this is going exactly, but you have an idea.

“So I bought you a back pillow for your chair!” He exclaims, holding the item up.

“Tommy!”

“It’s for your health! And I bought myself one too!”

Oh, if he bought himself one, then it was fine. It wasn’t part of his spoiling war. You didn’t know when he started caring about back support or posture or anything, but maybe it’d actually be helpful. Especially because of how bad his posture was.

“Oh, and you know the gaming chairs we were looking at?”

“Weeks ago?”

“Yeah, I bought you that one you liked. It’ll be here in two days; I got the fast shipping.”

“The one I- Tommy!”

“Bye!”

He waltzes out, shutting your door behind him and leaving you gaping. The chair he was referring to was about the same price as the three Lego sets you bought him. And it was a single chair!

This was absolutely ridiculous, and you aren’t afraid to voice that to your stream.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” You groan. “I don’t need a new chair! Fucking insane! He’s fucking insane!”

Secretly, you’re just a little excited. It was a really nice chair, okay?!

“What do you guys think? Why are you all laughing? Stop! Stop laughing at me!”

You stop reading chat, fighting the smile that wants to show at the messages. Because even you have to admit: Tommy spoiling you? It’s sweet.

But you can’t let that show, you have to play up your act. So you flit your eyes back to your screen and what you were doing originally. It wasn’t like you could fight Tommy on the chair, he was quite the stubborn person.

“My sheep!” You cry out, realizing even more escaped. “No!”

“Oh, forgot these!” Tommy exclaims, opening your door just to throw a box of candy at you then shut it.

“Ah!” You exclaim, barely managing to catch it. “TOMMY!”

From outside the door, you hear him laugh.

[inkdrinkerworld]

I have a request if they’re open! I’m think dealer!remus comforting autistic reader since she’s scared that Remus is one of her hyper-fixactions. Totally not projecting myself into this 🫣

some of my past relationships have just felt like hyper-fixations of mine so I feel like autistic reader may feel the same idk. What do you think? 💗💗💗

i can see this and i understand this and so this was born:

liking remus and laughing at his jokes and spending time with him starts to feel weird out of nowhere.

you’re at his apartment, legs in his lap, munching on some fruit he got when you said yes to coming over, when the inkling that he might be a hyper fixation pops up.

you’re learning everything about him, spending days on end with him, doing your favourite things and his and suddenly the crush you’d had on him feels like it’ll end the moment you say the inevitable, ‘i like you more than friends remus.’

all of a sudden, your chest feels tight with your lack of surety and you curse your brain for how it works.

you can’t stop looking at him and wondering what what moment exactly will your brain decide that whatever is being built is over and he’s no longer interesting.

remus turns to you, cutting your silent crisis short with a worried look.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, squeezing your heel where it rests on his thigh.

it’s hard to find the words to tell him because if it is a hyper fixation remus should know; but then if it isn’t you run the risk of telling him of your feelings prematurely.

“dove?” he sits up straight, hand holding onto your shin now.

“s-sorry, got lost in my head.” it’s not a whole lie.

remus doesn’t seem settled with the answer and takes the almost finished bowl of assorted fruit from you and sets it on his coffee table.

“anything you can talk about?” you’re grateful for the way he phrases it and that fact makes itself known when tears spring to your eyes.

you really hope he isn’t a hyper fixation. you’re not aware that your breathing is harsh and labored until remus tugs you into his lap.

“hey,” his thumb collects the tears on the apples of your cheeks and you shut your eyes not having the heart to continue looking at him “what’s the matter, dove? you’re scaring me.”

he is scared, terrified that somehow he’s ruined whatever you both have got going on and he doesn’t know.

he doesn’t know you’re just as terrified that your brain has built him up and is about to make him come crashing down and make you disgusted by him soon enough.

“i’m sorry for crying,” you say softly and remus sucks at his teeth.

“don’t be sorry for that dove. crying is good.”

there goes your heart, racing away with his easygoing, kind words.

“you can tell me anything, y’know that yeah?” you nod, letting the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek help regulate you.

“i think my brain is playing tricks on me,” you say softly after a couple beats of silence.

remus frowns but doesn’t interrupt. he doesn’t want to set you off the course you’ve started.

“you know how sometimes you watch a show and there’s just something about it that makes you want to know everything about everything?” you open your eyes to catch his nod.

“i think my brain is doing that with you, but the part i’m scared about is after when i’ve learnt everything there is to know.”

“why? do you think you’ll know something you don’t want to?”

you huff a laugh and shake your head. “i’m afraid that when i know everything about you, my brain will decide that’s enough and i won’t want to know anything else about you again.”

remus coos and it makes more tears spring to your eyes. he pulls your forehead to press against his, noses brushing and if you weren’t crying you’d be hyper aware of how close you are.

“i can’t promise that won’t happen,” he says gently, thumb grounding you as it continues stroking your cheek.

“but, i can promise that even if your brain decides you’re done with me, i won’t hold it against you. and i’ll always be here for when your brain decides that it wants to know something again.”

your tears don’t stop and remus doesn’t try to stop them. he holds you till you cry every last bit of moisture from your body and he holds you some more when you fall asleep clinging to him on his sofa.

[farfromstrange]

Useless | Matt Murdock x Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Mental illness can be a cruel bitch sometimes. Thankfully, Matt Murdock is patient and he always takes care of you, even when you try to shut him out.

Warnings: ANGST, emotional hurt/comfort, Mental Health Episode, allusions to self-harm and suicidal thoughts, post Season 3 (spoilers ahead), not proofread

A/n: to anyone following me, you already know why this is being posted. I wrote this while I was depressed. I hope it helps some of you. I won’t say any more because there’s no words to be said about this. It’s sad but there’s comfort in the end and some wisdom I’ve gathered. You’re welcome!

I’ve put whatever I have left to post into the queue. I’m going to bed now. I wanted to post this beforehand because I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished for the first time in a while. I’ll see you soon, but probably not tomorrow… like I said, baby steps. My profile’s been busy enough for today and me too, for that matter. Take care of yourselves and please, if you ever feel down, don’t hesitate to talk to someone!

He knocks three times. He has a key, so he doesn’t have to knock, but he does, and after that he even rings the doorbell, but you can’t bring yourself up to get off the cold bathroom floor.

“Sweetheart,” his gentle voice rings out. There’s a small thud, it sounds hollow and quieter than his insistent knocks just a moment ago. His forehead collides with the wood of the front door and the room falls silent. “I can hear your heartbeat, y’know, so I know you’re not dead, but it’s still distressing to not hear from you for days,” he says. “I’m gonna open the door now.”

He finds you in the bathtub, but there is no water and you’re still wearing your pajamas from two days ago. You’re dry, so you haven’t showered with your clothes on, and overall it seems as if you’re just using the bathtub as a makeshift bed rather than an attempt to cool yourself to death.

Matt sighs deeply. “You know how worried I was?”

Your mouth is dry, your head fuzzy and you can’t possibly speak with your throat this tight.

Control is a fragile concept. You might be in control of your life for one second, and then the next everything's falling apart. Your kind descends into a downward spiral and once you’re going down, breaking out seems like an impossible task to do.

It’s times like these where life feels like it’s just happening to you and you have to sit back and endure it. You physically can’t take the reins back, no matter how hard you try. You’re paralyzed. It’s your head that’s screaming for you to act, but all you can do is sit back and watch in horror as you drive yourself off the road.

“You’ve been shutting people out again, haven’t you?” He rhetorically asks. “Because when I asked your friends, they said they haven’t seen you in days either, they’ve just read your texts, and they were short and snappy and that’s not like you, baby. Or it is, but only when it’s getting bad again. I was afraid this might have happened, I just didn’t want to accept it until I couldn’t bear it anymore. I had to check up on you. Glad I followed my gut.” He says the last part under his breath, and the relief mixes with the worry in an expression that makes you want to throw up. It’s sickening how much he cares, and the world doesn’t deserve him the same way you feel like you don’t.

The truth passes right by you. All you can think about is what you keep telling yourself. You’re useless, worthless, a nuisance and everyone hates you, so you need to erase yourself from the narrative to make the world slow down and make everyone just shut up. Even now you want Matt to shut up because his voice is like the sound of a million needles dropping on the floor of a hollow room all at once.

The worst part is, you know you should feel guilty for caving in on yourself but you can’t feel anything but this nagging feeling of anger and frustration eating away at your heart. Even his voice makes your fists clench. At least the deafening quiet has kept your nerves from fading into nothing and triggering that toe-curling feeling of overstimulating that sits right at the top of your brain and makes every last muscle twitch in a way that causes anger to seep from your pores, he can smell it.

He can hear it in your heart and your breathing too, he knows you’re not okay, and he knows his constant questioning only makes the fire that is burning you alive worse. It’s been like this before and it will continue happening, he knows. He knows that and he accepts you with all of your flaws and all the problems you might have. He loves you, why should he leave you for something that’s not even your fault? You haven’t quite grasped the concept of his devotion for you yet, but he’s determined to prove it to you.

He kneels next to the bathtub, shedding his suit jacket along the way and placed his chin on his forearms as he leans forward. His glasses land on the floor and his smile is so lopsided, it makes you frown for a second. He’s trying his hardest to make you smile with the way his sightless brown eyes try to find yours, and his teeth glisten in the bathroom light as he grins at you.

“What is it this time?” He doesn’t question your behavior, he just wants to understand. He knows you better than anyone else, after all.

You let out a prolonged breath. Even his voice has you on edge, but you suppose it could be worse. He’s not as annoying as your own voice when you answer, “Life.”

You sound so drained, his features soften even more and he reaches out to brush the greasy hair out of your face. There is wine in your breath, his nose picks up on that instantly, and you desperately need a shower, but he doesn’t tell you that because he knows you already know that. He’d never judge you for it. He’s happy as long as you’re alive, the rest can be figured out at a later time.

“Are you drunk?” he asks.

“Lightly buzzed,” you say.

The alcohol was supposed to take the edge off, but it’s only made you more nervous.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Do you want to take a shower?”

“No. I need the world to be fucking quiet, that’s what I need.”

You flinch at your own tone, but he doesn’t seem fazed at your snappy nature. You swear it’s not personal. You would have apologized a million times if you hadn’t been so tired, and he really doesn’t seem to mind. He simply nods, acknowledging your wish.

“Okay,” he says. “Can I take you to bed then, at least? Your back probably hurts. How long have you been here?”

Your eyes flutter closed. “This morning,” you tell him.

He sighs wearily. “Of course, you have. Can I take you to bed, sweetheart, please? I’ll make sure you’re properly compressed so you won’t get triggered by new sensations, I promise, just… let me do this for you. The bathtub is no place to cry, you’ve told me that.”

You did, once.

And you couldn’t possibly protest, even if you tried. Your back does hurt and you’re more tired than usual. You haven’t required this much sleep in a while, but your mind and body are both exhausted and you feel as if you’re going to faint if you keep staring at the white bathroom tiles. Matt’s presence has knocked some sense back into you, bringing reality to the forefront, but the alcohol and shed tears keep your mind fuzzy to the point you’re not sure if you can feel your legs.

Matt senses your hesitation. Ever the caring boyfriend, he reaches his arms out to lift you out of the tub. “C’mon,” he says.

“Why aren’t you angry?” your voice cracks as you ask the dreaded question.

He has you up in his arms in an instant. “Why aren’t you yelling at me?”

His lips press to your temple, a silent answer as he carries you into your still-dark bedroom.

“Matt,” you try again, but he stops you.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he says, wrapping your fragile body in blankets and mountains of pillows. “It’s okay to feel like shit sometimes, and if you need to shut people out to feel better, that’s okay too, just try telling them how you feel before you disappear or they might start thinking you hurt yourself.”

“I don’t do that anymore.”

He swallows hard at the emphasis. “I know, sweetheart, but it’s hard for the people who love you to differentiate.”

You pout, “I’m sorry.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “don’t say that. It’s not your fault. Here, scoot over.”

He takes off his shoes and the rest of his clothes until he’s left in his boxers. You do as you’re told and let him into bed with you.

“You want to cuddle or is that too much?” he asks.

Considering your skin feels hot and on fire while your flesh is freezing, your heart contracting in pure agony at even the thought of being touched, you shy away and shake your head, the tears finally starting to flow. He smells the salt in the air, mixing with the salt of your sweat.

You hide your face in the pillow. The sob that passes your lips sounds broken. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you admit. “Everything just… sucks.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, I wish I could help you.” He doesn’t touch you. He respects your boundaries.

You shiver, curling further into the pillows. His warmth is there, but his hands aren’t. Still, it’s enough to make your body vibrate with the heaviest sob you’ve let out in a while. He wants nothing more than to hug you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits by your side and lets you cry it out in the company of someone who understands how you feel because he has them too, the bad episodes, the times he just wants to shut everyone out and sleep in his bathtub. It’s because of that he isn’t angry or upset with you for doing what your mind thought to be right at the moment. He understands better than anyone else ever could, and it somehow makes the tears flow even faster and harder to the point you can’t help it anymore. You ignore the smoldering fire in your chest and curl around his arm; it’s all you can do without breaking apart, but you need him while not needing him, and a touch you can control is better than something forced on you. His pulse drums against your fingers resting around his wrist and it manages to calm your own in the process.

“I want a different brain,” you eventually choke out. “It’s not fair God gave me the messed up one. I don’t want it. I don’t want to be me. I just want to be someone else, just for today.”

The human psyche is treacherous and easily turns your entire mindset against you.

He sighs, reaching up to pat your hair. “I’m sorry,” it’s all he knows how to say. He’s sorry that you feel this way, that you feel guilty for being you, and that there is nothing he can say or do that would make the monster shut up.

His presence has to somehow suffice, telling you you’re not alone anymore and that you’re not the failure you make yourself out to be. He helps you heal while at the same time, he makes you better. You hate him for being so kind, for making you love him so deeply you can’t possibly hate him. It’s confusing, all of this, your heart and your feelings, but most importantly your thoughts.

The tears die down eventually, your tear ducts empty and your mind and body tired from screaming at each other. Your hold has tightened around his arm, your eyes squeezed shut and the occasional sobs are all that are left from the unplanned breakdown.

Matt still has his hand in your hair, brushing through it until your heartbeat has slowed and you can breathe again.

You feel obligated to apologize. “I’m sorry,” you say. Of course, he shuts you down.

“It’s not your fault,” he reminds you. “And I’m always going to be here to tell you that. I love you, sweetheart, and you’re worthy of my love. You’re worthy of all of my love. It’s okay to be depressed, it’s okay to take what you need and it’s more than okay to take a break.”

“Then why do I feel so useless? It’s been like this for a year now and I can’t… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Everyone reaches their breaking point eventually. I did, back when I was still living in the church basement. But I crawled my way back out of hell. You know how long it took me, so why put yourself down for taking your time now?”

He makes a valid point, which is infuriating. You whimper. “I hate that I love you so much.”

He chuckles. “Right now you do, tomorrow you won’t.”

“I know.” Your voice cracks again. “God, I’m so sorry. My head’s a mess.”

He leans over to kiss your hair again. “Well, thank God I’m here now to take care of you,” he says. “Tomorrow, I’ll clean up your apartment and make sure you eat something. You don’t have to shower if you don’t feel ready, but it might help. But we’ll see that tomorrow, okay? For now, I want you to rest. I’m right here if you need me.”

The sleep catches up with you shortly after he’s done talking, his hand scratching your scalp while he whispers Sweet nothings into the night, distracting you from the hellish thoughts your mind has conjured up for you. It’s just you and him, his voice a lullaby that you’ve grown accustomed to, and with Matt by your side, you finally fight your way into a dreamless sleep.

He’s your solace, your lifeline, your lifesaver, and he’s always there, even when you don’t ask him to. He’s the comfort you need, your common sense and the sun that lights up your darkest days. Without him, you’re sure you would have been lost, swallowed by the tide of severe mental illness and the cruelty that is life itself.

You love him and he loves you, the perfect pair, both damaged but so good to each other, the bad matters a little less when you’re together.

[midnightemy35]

~Letting Loose~

Genre: Light Angst (?) Characters: Kayden Break, Kartein (Curtin) Fandom: Eleceed Warnings: Alcohol mention, swearing

For once in his life, Kartein isn’t composed and refined as he often paints himself to be, laughing and yelling at the top of his lungs without a single care in the world. For once in his life, Kartein isn’t prim and proper, his dress shirt that is usually void of a single crease now looking like it had been crumpled into a ball just before he put it on. 

          “You’re fucking kidding me! T-that bastard actually thought *hic* that he could go up against you and walk away unscathed?! *hic* What a fucking dumbass!” Kartein continues laughing, the wine in his glass nearly spilling over the edge and onto his brand new couch. Sitting right next to him was none other than the notorious Kayden Break himself. The fighting maniac of the awakened world, challenging anyone he deemed strong enough to fight him even if they are obviously stronger than him. But why was Kartein doing with the very same man that he calls a “brainless fighting machine that has no self-preservation”? Why is Kartein allowing this man to keep him company when he doesn’t like getting involved with reckless idiots in the first place? 

          “You should really get drunk more often, you’re less of a bitch this way.” “Oh shut up. You’re *hic* you’re the one staring at me like I just birthed your first child.” “Is that really the only way you can describe it? What’s wrong with me looking at you like that, huh? Can’t I appreciate the work of art in front of me in peace?” Maybe we will never know why these two world rankers that are known to dislike each other decided to come together for a drink, at Kartein’s place no less. Kartein himself has a rather mysterious personality, I suppose we will never truly find out what is going on inside his head. As for Kayden… maybe he just wanted a free drink, maybe he was willing to tolerate the one he often labelled as a “obnoxious prick” for a couple free drinks, after all, he can’t deny the fact that the blonde had a great taste in alcohol beverages.

         Slowly, the laughter from the blonde dies down and he starts berating the other for his reckless tendencies. “I… I hate how you *hic* how you always get into fights y’know. I hate how worried I am that one day *hic* you will pick a fight with the wrong person and… and end up dead and that I won’t be able to bring you back…” Soon, tears flow down the gorgeous man’s face and Kayden wordlessly wraps his hands around Kartein’s waist, bringing him closer, consoling him silently. The two sit quietly on the couch with only the sobs of the blonde filling the air. The night ends when these two powerful men fall asleep in each other’s arms, on the luxurious couch that they spent most of their night on, talking about everything under the sun, from awakened world politics to Kayden’s recent fights. Dawn breaks and by noon, the two will wake up to bottles of alcoholic beverages covering almost every surface of the small table in front of them, a very unkempt Kartein and hopefully no memories of their previous night. 

          They could not afford growing close and falling in love, no, not in this world where there are greedy people at every turn, waiting for the moment you slip up, dragging you away to help grow their own power. These selfish bastards are not above threatening the lives and safety of other’s loved ones bring the powerful to their knees, forcing them to work as slaves, benefitting only themselves. In this cruel world, no matter how much their hearts desire, they can never be together but maybe they could come together once again and spend the night letting loose in each other’s arms, chatting and gossiping like teenage girls at a sleepover, forgetting all their worries. That night, their enemies no longer existed, the people begging them to join their organisations no longer existed, the only two people in the world, in their world, were each other. 

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

Hurtful Words

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“Oh, come on, Rebecca! You have to like her, even a little bit!” Keeley teased, Rebecca huffed as she plopped back into her chair, “No. Keeley. I don’t like her, end of discussion!” she ordered, Keeley only smirked, “Rebecca…I can see you check her out from a mile away!” Keeley cackled at her bestfriend’s face.

“No, I don’t!” She blurted, “I don’t like y/n! I never have and I never will! Doesn’t mean that all the boys in the lockeroom or everyone else has a huge massive crush on her doesn’t mean I do! It’s nonsense! Y/n’s not my type anyway, I’m simply out of her league!” She defended, Keeley’s face softened a bit.

“You should tell her Rebecca, y’know, before it’s too late?” Keeley suggested, grabbing her unicorn planner and walking out Rebecca’s office. The blonde woman watched as her best friend left, she thought about it for a moment before slamming her laptop shut.

“FUCK” she screamed, rubbing her knuckles on her temples. She wasn’t necessarily the greatest with feelings. Or talking. when it came to y/n, she stuttered like a child learning the alphabet. She was seriously one of the most beautiful women she had seen. Just being next to her made Rebecca sweat.

“Dammit, Rebecca. You’re a big girl. You can do this. Put your big girl pants on and go for it” she mumbled to herself as she marched to y/n’s office. The club had been renovated so that there was more room for more coaches if they decided to have more which made y/n have her own office for the time being.

Entering the lockeroom she looked ahead not wanting to see any more butt cracks that day than she already had. “Boys” she greeted, “Ms. Welton” they replied.

She took a deep breath as she knocked on the main office door, “Oh, howdy boss! Great timing we were just talking about ya!” He smiled optimistically, gesturing to the so-called ‘Diamond Dogs’

“Actually, Ted, I came for…uh, y/n, actually.” Ted’s smile faded and had a quick rebound, “ooh, now isn’t that just romantic? But I dunno, she seems all fussy and sad so you could give it a try but we all did and she won’t spill” Rebecca looked at the door a look of concern on her face, “you got it cowgirl, just be yourself. She’ll value it more when she’s knows it’s the real you,” Rebecca nodded, flashing him a little subtle smile as a ‘thank you’ before walking into the conjoined office space.

“Hey, sweetheart. I wanted to see if you were, uhm, okay?” Rebecca asked, sitting adjacent from her. She sat perched up on her window seat, knees to her chest and small sniffles. “Go away”

“Sorry, love. I’m afraid I can’t do that” she smiled, moving closer she attempted to grab her face, “Don’t,” She seethed.

Rebecca removed her hand as y/n moved to sit on her couch, “Who did this to you, darling? You can tell me, I’m right here” she comforted, knowing that y/n didn’t want to be touched she stayed seated with her hands in her lap.

“You can stop now” y/n said, her voice was monotone, cold. Not like her usual bubbly self. “You’re upset with me? Aren’t you? Hm?” Rebecca cooed, crouching down on her knees so that y/n could look at her without having to get up from her seat. She gently lifted her face up, wiping the hot salty tears from her face, y/n sniffled. “Why are you doing this?” She cried, she looked hurt. Like a puppy that had been kicked. She looked tired, afraid, regretful. “Do what, sweetheart?” Rebecca asked, pushing some hair out of her face.

“You! It’s- -it’s like you own me! I can’t name a thing about you that isn’t perfect to me, I can’t sleep without thinking of you, I can’t think straight without eventually drifting to you, Every time I walk into the build I just have the urge to walk to your office and tell you everything! You own my heart, my soul, my being. I’d go crazy without you. I can’t imagine life without you, and I don’t ever want to!-“ Rebecca put a finger her mouth, “you heard me yelling to Keeley about how I don’t like you, didn’t you, Darling?” Y/n nodded her head, Rebecca sighed.

“I didn’t mean it. I do love you. Everything about you. I love that you get cold and steal my jackets off my office chair. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich because you want everything at once. I love that you scrunch your nose when you smile at me. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. I love you, y/n y/l/n.”

Rebecca smiled faintly, placing a soft kiss on y/n’s slightly chapped lips, the smell of vanilla and caramel surrounded her as she slowly moved her hands up to her face. Y/n’s melted into the kiss, pulling away when they both ran out of breath. It took a few moments to realized what had happened.

she kissed her.

[twsted-idiot]

Rae Transcript :3!!!

(Ft him being a faggot for Johnny) (his ability is Mimic. He can mimic voices of victims (current or past) to lure others towards him, or one of the other family members. Although the ability itself does no damage)

Feeding Grandpa

-“Everyone else says it was a hell of a lot easier with you up ‘nd able so..”

-“We don’t got all day, eat up.” -“Eat up so we can catch these assholes.” -(sigh) “we’re gettin it under control”

-“It’d be a whole lot easier if you could actually fuckin help.”

Victim Found (in hiding spot)

-“What’re you hidin’ for?”

-“It’s kinda rude to go around peoples property ‘n hide from em y’know.”

-“Get yer ass out here”

-“Picked a shit hidin’ spot, sugar.”

-“Found ya” (laughs)

-“Y’all should really find better hidin’ spots”

Victim Hit

-“Quit runnin’, you ain’t gon’ make it much further”

-“Awh, that hurt?” (Laughs)

-“Hold still! I’ll get it over quick, promise.”

-“All that screamin’ ain’t gonna save you.”

-“Why don’t you just give up?”

Blood Trail

-“You left a trail, y’know…”

-“Yer makin’ this awfully easy to find you”

-“Les’ got to clean this up.”

-“Aw, don’t bleed out everywhere. It ain’t no fun if you die before I get to ya”

Match Start

-“Y’all’s heads are gonna be rollin’ soon enough..”

-“Didn’t know we had visitors.”

-“Don’t worry, I’ll put y’all to good use.”

Victim seen escaping

-“Shit..they won’t believe em…”

-“Ain’t worth chasin’ em down, probably won’t make it far anyway.”

-(annoyed groan)

-“Goddamnit. The others really gotta start helpin, I can’t stop all of em on my own.”

-“Slick bastards…”

Idle

-"That girl wasn't even pretty, I dunno why the hell Johnny liked her so much...glad he fuckin' killed her"

-"The hells this draggin' on for?"

-"Doin' everything round here I swear.."

-"Awfully rude to keep hidin' from me y'know.."

Victim Seen

-"Come back here, sugar"

-"Where the hell you think yer goin'?"

-"It don't have to be this way y'know..."

-"I'll take it easy on ya."

-"Honestly, all this runnin' around is kinda pathetic."

Ability Denied

-"Ain't none of em nearby.."

-"None of em can hear me from here."

-"Nah, won't work here."

-"I should wait until they get closer..."

Close encounter

-"Oh? This ain't gonna end well for you."

-"Go on, hit me."

-"That's it! Fight back! It ain't no fun if y'all just let us kill you."

Execution

-"This woulda been easier if y'all just quit runnin'"

-"See? There was no damn point in allat."

-"Don't worry, I'll make sure to put ya to good use."

Drayton/The Cook seen

-"Quit hollerin' at me old man."

-"It'd be a hell of a lot easier for you to hear em if you'd shut the fuck up."

-"Watch it, I'll rip yer fuckin' tongue out myself."

-"Put those damn locks to use"

-"I'd rather be dead than actually be related to you, so quit talkin' like it actually matters that I ain't."

Nubbins/Hitchhiker Seen

-"Keep that damn roadkill away from me."

-"Hurry up 'n place them traps, they ain't doin no good if you don't."

-"You sure as hell ain't the best...don't care what that prehistoric ass says."

-"If you gonna talk about me, speak up. Yer mutterin' is annoying."

-"How the hell you make them traps of yers anyway?"

Johnny seen

-"Don't worry Hun, we'll catch em."

-(whistles)

-"You find any of em yet?"

-"I'll help you catch em if you want.."

-"I ain't lookin'.."

-"Yer old lady's gettin' on my nerves y'know."

-"Let me know if you need any help Hun"

-"You should quit bringin' them city girls around."

Sissy seen

-"Keep that poison shit away from me, I'll rip yer fuckin' head off if you get it on me."

-"Awfully convenient for you to show up now."

-"I ain't goin in yer stupid fuckin garden."

-"Quit singin' those stupid hippie songs all the time, it's annoying."

-"Don't you dare bring back one of them weirdos with you."

Nancy Seen

-"We're gonna catch em, quit hollerin' at me."

-"Just don't place them traps in my way.."

-"Where the hell you get all that barbed wire anyway?"

-"That's an awfully nasty scar..." (Chuckles)

-"What? Need help or somethin'?"

-"You can quit lookin' at me like I did somethin' wrong..christ."

Bubba Seen

-"Goddamn big boy, yer puttin' that saw to work."

-"Just watch where yer swingin' that thing..."

-"Don't listen to them, they're a bunch of assholes. They're just jealous."

-"Don't worry, I'll help you catch em'"

-"I'll drag one of em to ya so you can gut em, yeah?"

Cook(seeing Rae)

-"Yer makin a damn fool of yerself!"

-"You ain't even a part of this family, quit yer yapping."

-"This is Johnny's fault y'know."

-"You 'n Johnny better quit bringin' back those damn girls."

Hitchhiker(Seeing Rae)

-"Y-you ain't even actually a part of this family.." (snicker)

-"Lookit what I found!"

-"I'm p-placin' my traps, what're you doin'?"

-"You still can't handle eatin' flesh?"

-"Quit h-hollerin' at me."

-"You better watch out! Bubba might give you another one of them scars."

Johnny (seeing Rae)

-"You know all the good hidin' spots, don't ya?" (Chuckle)

-"Quit starin' now ain't the damn time."

-"You didn't seem too fond of that girl..there somethin' you wanna tell me?"

-"C'mon now, lure them out already!"

-"Put that voice of yers to work, yeah?"

Sissy(Seeing Rae)

-"Stay outta my way and you won't get any poison on you."

-"I'd stick around more if yall weren't such assholes..."

-"You still ain't seen the light yet, that's your problem!"

-"Stay out of my garden."

-"Don't start bringin' back those girls like Johnny.. we're in this mess cause of him."

Nancy(seeing Rae)

-"Quit ooglin' Johnny, you ain't slick."

-"Hurry up 'n lure em out!"

-"Why you always out in Johnny's shack for?"

-"Focus! Don't let em get away."

-"It ain't that hard to not get tangled in my traps.."

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

Eddie doesn’t look directly at Steve the rest of the time everyone else is still there. Side glances, here and there, but every time Steve looks at him (which is a normal amount, Robin, shut up), he looks away. It feels like high school all over again, when Steve was a coward and a bully and Eddie was lower on the totem pole than Steve would ever dare to tread.

Steve does what he knows to do. He provides drinks and snacks, plays the perfect host, and tries not to pay attention to his own feelings.

Once the kids leave, the house is silent for a moment. Eddie, of course, breaks it, and Steve almost has to smile. “Another beer?” Eddie asks, shaking his almost-empty one before tipping it up to his mouth for the last dregs.

Steve considers his Coke, considers Eddie’s beer, then nods. “Only if you do, though,” he says, almost grinning.

Eddie grins wide, but he still won’t look directly at Steve. “Whaddya take me for, a two-pot screamer?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Were you not the one saying you shouldn’t be driving?”

Eddie stills then, once again halfway in the fridge, before moving away and shutting the door, hands empty. “You’re right. I can- I should… I’ll go, sorry, I-”

“Whoa,” Steve says, moving to intercept him. “What’s going on? You’re fine, stay. I don’t… it doesn’t matter. The drinks, the driving. If you can drive. It’s fine. You can stay.” Please don’t say it, don’t make me say it. Don’t make me beg.

“Okay,” Eddie says finally, and Steve lets out a breath he doesn’t remember holding.

“Okay,” Steve agrees quietly. They get their beers and sit on the couch. Steve doesn’t think about the careful space between them.

“The masks,” Eddie starts, fidgeting with his rings, ripping the paper label on the beer. “That’s from experience.”

Steve takes a drink before answering. “I was a dick in high school. I’m trying not to be.”

“You’re succeeding.” More fidgeting, more ripping. “Sometimes you wear a mask for so long you can’t even remember who you are underneath.” His leg starts shaking. Steve resists the urge to put his hand on it.

“Sometimes,” Steve allows. He looks straight at Eddie. “Sometimes the best mask is the real you.” Eddie pulls a piece of hair in front of his face, the way he does when he’s overwhelmed or flustered. Steve wants to bury his fingers in Eddie’s hair. He forces himself not to think about it.

It’s silent for a moment—or as silent as it can be with Eddie—before Steve takes a breath. “You’re really good with the kids.”

Eddie snorts. “The little shits. They’re good kids, I haven’t done anything.”

“Damn lie,” Steve says quickly, like it’s a reflex. “You’re good with them. They love you. You match their energy.”

Eddie takes a drink to hide the smile trying to break through. “So what I’m hearing is I’m childish.”

“Shut up,” Steve laughs, leaning over to gently push Eddie’s arm. “Sometimes, sure, but that’s not a bad thing.”

“Mhm. Mister I’m the mom friend of the group and you’d better listen to me, young man.”

Steve laughs again, louder. “I’m the mom friend?”

Eddie raises a challenging brow and gestures around. “You ferry the kids everywhere, your house is always open for movie or game nights, you keep a frankly concerning amount of snacks on hand at all times…”

Steve shakes his head, still laughing, but sobers. He wants to be brave. And if he can’t yet, not about the thing eating him, maybe he can about this. “The snacks aren’t just for the kids.” He picks at the label of his own bottle. “Sometimes… real food is just… too much, y’know?”

Eddie hums. “I think so. Like, the preparing of it?”

Steve shakes his head. “Not always. Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just the thought of it that’s too much. Snacks are easier. I dunno why.” He huffs a breathless laugh. “Maybe I’m just fucked in the head.”

Eddie snorts. “I think we’re all fucked in the head, after everything.” He shrugs when Steve turns to look at him. “‘S not a bad thing.”

Steve raises a brow with a wry smile. “I think my multiple concussions would disagree with you.”

Eddie furrows his brows. “Dude, if you’re not fucked in the head after all those, I’d be worried.” He pauses, looks away, looks back. “Anything come from those?”

“From the concussions?” Eddie nods. “Some. I’m fine.”

Eddie sighs, looks away again, looks back again. “You ever gonna let someone else take care of you?”

Steve offers a wry smile. “What’s it we were talking about earlier, about masks?”

Pt 4

[ghost-proofbaby]

One is horny and one is tomfoolery you say? Hour 19 has been plaguing my mind and it’s not even out yet. I just know it’s the horny one. Let me have at it, please, just a lil snippet, I’ve been listening to deftones all night

ah, well, if you've been listening to deftones all night... i'm legally required to provide the snippet, right? that's how that works, i think.

“So that’s all? You just want to get out of here?” he isn’t looking at you as he reaches for a bottle of shampoo, blinking water out of his eyes. 

This conversation is going surprisingly well. 

“Not here specifically,” you clarify. Your chest aches at the thought of just leaving behind all the friends you’d made, the life you had started in this city. The thought of already beginning to preemptively tear it down was enough to dampen your mood worse than the steam of the shower was doing to your hair, “I don’t know. Who cares about the future? What are you doing with your money?” 

He’s about to squirt some of the shampoo into the palm of his hand when you suddenly snatch it from him, holding up a finger and twirling it in a demanding manner. He’s shocked, but he turns for you regardless, even bending his knees as he gets the message. 

He doesn’t question the fact that you’re about to wash his hair. No protests towards something so domestic between previously sworn enemies. 

“I wasn’t lying earlier,” he starts just as you have lathered up your palms and set aside the shampoo on the shower ledge, fingertips digging right into his scalp. Even with the slight bend in his posture, your arms have to stretch to reach the crown of his head, “A new bike or guitar would be nice but– Oh,” a particular scratch of your nails has him faltering in his words, throwing his head back a bit more and humming. The throb, the ache, the burn returns. “Oh, that’s nice.” 

“Keep talking, pretty boy,” you murmur as he hums even louder. 

“Well, I… It’s not a lot of money, y’know? I mean, it is. But it also isn’t. Am I making any sense? Fuck, that feels good,” he stumbles across his point as your fingers continue small circles, and you already know without looking that his eyes have flutter shut. 

The pit of your stomach can only rally, twisting and tumbling at his satisfaction. Something so domestic and something you had started with sweet intentions was quickly derailing, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. 

You have him. But you don’t have him. The same type of conundrum he faces with the amount of money promised to the both of you if you were to survive these hours. 

“You’re making sense,” you promise with a shy grin you know he can’t see, “Like, I know the money won’t pay off all my debts or college tuition, but it’s a good start. Anyways, as you were saying?” 

Both of you struggle to focus as he continues on, melting even further into your touch, “I dunno. Maybe if I have anything leftover, I’ll send it to my uncle.” 

His voice is strained, and you know it’s a throwaway sentence, but the small detail of his life you’ve been rewarded doesn’t go unnoticed.

Uncle? Why uncle? 

“You in debt to your uncle over a bad night of gambling or somethin’?” you try to joke as you finally release your fingertips from his scalp. Your palms come down on his shoulders as you spin him slowly, encouraging him to keep his head tipped back as he lets the water wash away the suds produced. 

Surprisingly, his shampoo doesn’t smell like boy. It’s akin to green apples, maybe something smoother beneath it all like coconut. Something sweet and something innocent. 

Maybe that’s what has him being so open to you as he explains, “I’ll always be in debt to him, but not for gambling. He raised me. My folks… weren’t the best. I owe everything to that man.”

[noforkingclue]

Hello I have another idea for slow horses (again I'm unsure if this kinda thing would happen.) The reader is dating this person and someone who she is very close to at m15 tells the reader that their boyfriend is working for their Enemy and is then tasked with bringing their partner in but when the reader gets home their boyfriend is one step ahead and instead drugs the reader rendering them and kidnaps them, taking the reader to the villian.

I hope you have a great day

You should definitely watch Slow Horses. It's amazing! It's on Apple TV but it's well worth the price just to watch the show. It's the perfect mix of tension and humour and Gary Oldman is fucking brilliant in it!

So everyone should go out and watch it.

Title: Mistake

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“No,” you said firmly, “No. You’re fucking with me.”

But one look at your colleague’s faces told you that they weren’t.

“You’re not,” you said as you sunk into a seat.

You ran a hand over your face and looked away. River and Louisa shared a pitying look before River said slowly,

“I thought it was best you heard it from us rather than someone like Lamb or Ho.”

“Yeah,” you said slowly, “Yeah. Oh fuck, he knows everything about me.”

“Does he know you’re Service?” asked Louisa, “Christ,” she said when you nodded, “Why the fuck did you tell him?”

“We were dating for years,” you said, “and Service cleared him. I thought,” you swallowed thickly as you forced yourself not to cry, “no one else knew, not even my parents. I just wanted to talk about it to someone who isn’t Service. Just for someone else to know, y’know?”

And they did. While you were all Slow Horses, desperately clinging onto some semblance of your failing careers, desperate to get back into the action, secretly you all craved some feeling of normality. Someone to go back to in an evening and talk about your day, even if you couldn’t talk about everything.

“He was vetted,” you said weakly, “The Park said it was ok. Or maybe he wasn’t and they just didn’t give a fuck about a Slow Horse to fully care. Either way it’s going to be blamed on me.”

You took a deep breath and stood up.

“Lamb knows?” you asked

“What the fuck do you think?” asked River, “He told us to bring him in.”

“Right. Well you’re not going to do that. I am.”

“Do you really think that’s wise?” asked Louisa, “with your-”

“This is personal,”  you said as you headed towards the door, “so I’m fucking doing it myself.”

As you stormed down the stairs River said to Louisa,

“Do you think that’s a wise idea, letting her go?”

“Fuck no but I didn’t see you trying to stop her.”

*

You closed your eyes as you shut your front door behind you. You heard your boyfriend moving about upstairs and you tried to find the words you were going to say to him.

“Y/n is that you? You’re back early!”

“Yeah,” you ran a hand over your face, “Yeah snuck off early.”

“Won’t anyone notice? Won’t get in trouble will you?”

You walked into the kitchen and almost smiled at the sight you saw. Your boyfriend was cooking, apron tied around his waist and a soft smile on his face. It all looked so blissfully domestic.

All so fake

“Are you ok?” he asked walking towards you and cupping your cheeks

“Rough day.”

“Can you talk about it?”

You broke free and sat down on the sofa. After an increasingly tense pause you said,

“We need to talk.”

“Oh no. Nothing ever good evers comes from that.”

“Have you been using me?”

Another pause.

“What do you mean.”

“You’ve just been fucking using me. Trying to get information from me to tell sell onto the fucking Russians. Tell me- how much did you get out of a Slow Horse? Just sticking with me to see if I would get back to The Park. But no one gets back to The Park. Fucking no one.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe denial or anger but certainly not for him to burst out laughing.

“Oh y/n, you’re so fucking naive it’s almost adorable. Or maybe it’s just vanity? Can’t accept being cast out so you have to make everything about yourself. This was never about you.”

“Then what is it about.”

“And do you really think that I’ll tell you that.”

Then everything went black.

*

“She should’ve been back by now,” hissed River, “Why the fuck isn’t she back?”

“Something’s happened,” said Louisa, “something must’ve happened.

“I fucking know-”

“Know what,” Lamb’s voice, “what the fuck has happened and where the fuck is l/n?”

River and Louisa shared a look and River knew that this was up to him.

“We… told y/n about her boyfriend.”

“And why the fuck would you do that when I fucking told you not to.” said Lamb, his voice dangerously level

River was aware of the other’s coming in. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the inevitable argument and more than likely beating.

“And y/n went after him.” he finished

“You let y/n go after a fucking highly trained Russian spy,” yelled Shirely, “what the fuck were you thinking.”

“Clearly he fucking wasn’t,” said Lamb, “and once again we’ve got to clear up his shit.”

“She said she wanted to do it,” said River desperately, “personal.”

“And did you stop to think about how the fucking Park would see it if they both disappear?” said Lamb

“Oh. Shit.” said River

“And now we’ve got to clear up your mess,” said Lamb, “again.”

“What are we going to do?” asked Cartwright

“Weren’t you fucking listening? We’re going to do what you should’ve done in the first place and you,” Lamb jabbed River in the chest, “are going to fucking stay here. Think you can manage that?”

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

“Thanks for lunch, babe.” Janelle said sweetly. “When are you gonna let me pay you back?” She winked.

Robaire chuckled. “Maybe next time we go out, I’ll let you get dessert.”

“Well, I could do that,” Janelle scooted closer and wrapped her arms around him, “or I could pay you back another way.”

“I mean, I could get my old—…” Robaire paused as he realized what she meant. “Oh. Ahhh—” His phone rang, saving him from the awkwardness. “Oh, I gotta take this. It’s probably important.” He picked up. “Hey, girl, hey.”

Janelle furrowed her brow. “Girl…?”

“Hey, Baby Bear.” Selina greeted him. “So I know it’s kinda short notice, but would you wanna come over and watch a movie tonight? It’s been a while since you’ve come over and Jesse won’t let me out of his sight cuz he’s a little…clingy.”

“It’s not clingy if I’m not following you into the bathroom.” Jesse narrowed his eyes from across the room.

“That sounds nice, Lina, but—”

“Who are you talking to, babe?” Janelle said loudly.

Selina paused. “Are you…with a girl right now?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if J—…if your boyfriend told you, but I started seeing this girl, Janelle. I met her on tour.” Robaire grinned at Janelle. “We kinda already had plans for tonight.”

“Janelle? Why don’t you—” Selina looked over her shoulder when she noticed Jesse frantically shaking his head. “Oh, ummmm…so I guess we’ll take a raincheck then.”

“Yeah, for sure. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Robaire nodded.

“Babe~” Janelle whined, tugging at his shirt a bit. “Pay attention to me now.”

“Ooh, it sounds like you picked a good one.” Selina raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up.” Robaire tried not to laugh. “She’s really sweet. I have to introduce you sometime.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” Selina said. “I’ll let you go now. Somebody’s tugging at my shirt and it’s not the two year old.” She glared at Jesse.

“That’s because he’s too small to reach your shirt.” Jesse rolled his eyes. “Also he’s preoccupied with those strawberries, but whatever. Hang up, I wanna talk to you.”

“And you wanted to poke fun at my girlfriend?” Robaire laughed at Jesse’s childishness.

“UGH, whatever.” Selina shook her head. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Kay, have fun with the boys. Byeee.” Robaire hung up. “Sorry about that. I’m all yours now.”

“So who was that on the phone?” Janelle asked skeptically. “Was it your sister that you told me about?”

“No, my sister, Christine, is married.” Robaire reminded her. “That was my good friend, Selina. She wanted to hang out, but I told her I was with you so no biggie.”

“Selina…was she the one with that really bad overbite?” Janelle smirked a bit. “I think it’s really sweet that you stayed friends with her regardless.”

“Overbite?” Robaire looked at her in confusion. “OH, you must be thinking of my classmate from my highschool yearbook, Cecile Robinson. She got that fixed, by the way.” He shook his head. “Selina’s the one from that photo you asked about last time you were at my house. Y’know, the one we took on the beach last summer?”

“Oh, right. That Selina.” Janelle remembered. “The one with those gross stretch marks on her stomach. And the perfect everything else…” She muttered the last bit.

“Well, she does have a kid so the stretch marks are—” Robaire froze when he processed the rest of her statement. “Wait a second, are you jealous?”

“How can I not be?” Janelle batted her eyelashes sweetly. “You guys sound so close. Besides, I know I can trust you around her, but how do I know she won’t make a move on you? They say you can never trust a woman with a body like that.”

“Selina’s not like that. She’s, like, super duper taken. And very loyal.” Robaire assured her. “Plus, I know her boyfriend. They’re practically married, it’s all good. You have nothing to worry about.”

Janelle was quiet for a moment. She detangled herself from him and scooted away. “I mean, it’s fine really. I was gonna invite you over to my place tonight, but if you’d rather be with your friend—”

“No, wait, Janelle, I told her I was hanging out with you tonight.” Robaire grabbed her hand, but she wouldn’t look at him. “She’s just a close friend, nothing more. I swear.”

“I believe you, but…” Janelle bit her lip as she trailed off.

Robaire sighed. “If it really makes you uncomfortable, I’ll try and distance myself a little. I mean I’m still gonna see her, but just maybe not as often as before. Is…is that okay?”

“Well, I guess it’s a start.” Janelle finally looked at him. “I think it’s really cute that you’re trying though.” She smiled before kissing him.

Robaire gave her a lovesick grin. “So about your place tonight—”

“Oh, I just remembered my dishwasher is broken. The whole kitchen is flooded, it’s so embarrassing. The repair guy won’t be there until tomorrow.” She sighed. “How about a movie instead? We could get cheap tickets to a really empty one and sit in the back.”

“I like the way you think.” Robaire agreed before kissing her again.

———

“Okay, babe, what did you—” Selina froze when she noticed the look on Jesse’s face. “Jesse? Are you good?” She looked him up and down. “You’re making a face that usually means you either want me to put Marcel down for an early nap or you want me to get the prune juice.”

“It’s neither.” Jesse said quietly. “It’s about that Janelle girl. You kinda sounded like you were about to let him bring her over here.”

“Yeah, I was.” Selina shrugged. “I just wanted to get him over here, I kinda miss him.”

“About that.” Jesse averted eye contact. “I don’t like her. I mean, I don’t really know her, it’s not like we’ve ever spoken, but she just gives off bad vibes.”

“Are you telling me this because you’re worried about Robaire?” Selina crossed her arms. “Because he’s an adult, he can make his own decisions. Besides, if you’re really concerned, you can talk to him yourself.”

“No, it’s not that. Well, it kinda is, but I can’t talk to him until I have more than “bad vibes” as evidence.” Jesse shook his head. “My point was that I don’t really trust her with this secret. If it hadn’t been for that legal gag the label put on Beckett, we’d probably already be screwed already, but they can’t really do that to random girls we don’t like.”

Selina was quiet for a moment. “I guess that’s a fair point. We’re doing so well keeping this in our inner circle, we can’t just go trusting our best friend’s new girlfriend right off the bat.” She sighed. “I wanted to trust his judgement, but if you think we shouldn’t, then we won’t.”

“Thanks, Selina.” Jesse said with a bit of relief. “I just don’t think he’s thinking with his brain right now.”

A moment of silence passed between them.

“Mommy, I need more mawbewies.” Marcel called from the other room.

“What’s with this kid and strawberries lately?” Selina rolled her eyes as she opened the fridge. “It’s all he ever wants anymore.”

“You should just be glad he’s not eating crackers anymore.” Jesse shuddered. “I don’t think our couch will ever truly be clean again.”

[rosaliesimp]

Fictober 2022: You.

Fandom: Twilight (not surprising at this point)

Pairing: Edward Cullen... and you!

Tropes: hurt comfort,,, just slightly. eddie has some self confidence problems.

Prompt 1; I chose you.

a/n: tumblr has forsaken me. Won’t upload an image and I can’t find a fitting gif so have this instead. Anyway about 400 words so here :)

Edward Cullen was everything you had ever dreamed of. He was beautiful, yes, but he was also kind, and compassionate, and so full of love that, when you look back, you never could’ve refused that first date.

He loved you. And you loved him, probably more than you wished you did. So when he pulled away, and you realized that your body was beginning to warm up again, you understood.

You felt helpless. What were you supposed to do? He was in one of those stupid, stupid moods again. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, staring down at his feet. “I lost control again. Why didn’t you stop me?” he asked, a hint of hurt in his velvet voice.

It was your turn to stare at your feet, though not with the self loathing that Edward had. “I… I don’t know. I thought it was fine, y’know, and really, it didn’t hurt that much,” you offered, hoping he would accept that as a reply.

It had only taken a flicker of pain on your face for him to pull away. It wasn’t even his fault. “I’ve had back pain before you, stop being so edgy. At least come sit next to me,” you commanded, sitting back down on your bed, tugging his cold wrist to convince him to join you.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “I’m such a monster,” he muttered.

You felt your heart wrench, and you squeezed his wrist tighter. “You’d be better off with-” “Shut it. You know how I feel about that. Edward, when I went on that first date, I chose you. I chose you then, and I choose you now, and I’ll always choose you. Stop telling me to go hook up with someone else!” you told him, prying his hands apart so you didn’t need to awkwardly hold his wrist.

He shook his head, but he seemed to understand what you were saying. “It’s okay. Really. And if you don’t want to do anything else until I’m like you, that’s okay, but for the love of God, remember that I choose you. Al-” He cut you off, pressing his lips against yours.

He held your hands as he leaned over you. His breath was rigid and sweet. His eyes were hungry for something other than your blood. You smiled as you stared up at him, wondering how someone like you could be so lucky.

“I’ll always choose you.”

[writergirl3]

Comforting Words From 4 Town

Basically what it says! I really like this letter/message-style of writing, and this is the only half-decent thing I’ve written all week. Plus, life has been crap and I need to self-soothe, so this is what I came up with!

Enjoy 4Townies🧡

—

So, the situation here is that your fav member gets home and finds you upset/crying. And then they say this to you;

Robaire;

“Mon amour, I’ve been worried about you. Please don’t apologise, it’s my job to worry, okay? All I ask is that you tell me what’s going on.

Life can be messy, but that’s why we need other people to lift us up. To support us in the difficult times and champion us during the good. I hope you know that I’ll always be that person for you. A constant during the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Here, let me dry those pretty eyes of yours. It’s okay to cry, healthy, in fact, even though it’s hard for me to watch. Just let it all out, ma cherie, that’s it. You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay, mon ange.”

Jesse;

“Hey love- wait, have you been crying? It looks that way. What’s happened? Who made you upset? Do you need me to go and sort something out?

No? Sorry, darling, I can’t help but be protective of you. I know you can handle these things yourself, but I will always be willing to fight for you and your happiness.

Sure, we can just cuddle. Anything you want. I’m glad I can help you destress and unwind, even if just temporarily. You don’t have to worry about anything now. I’ll be here as long as you need me, darling.”

Aaron T;

“Baby? Babe? Why are your eyes all red and puffy? No, no! They don’t look bad- you’re just as gorgeous as ever. It’s just…you’re upset, right?

Why didn’t you tell me you were hurting? Y’know, I’m like a miracle cure, right?! Okay, okay, sorry- no jokes. I’ve got my serious hat on.

I mean it, though. I will always try and cheer you up, no matter what. I know I can’t make this situation go away, but I can hold your hand and walk through it with you. You’re never alone, because you got the number one, most handsome, amazi- Okay! I really will cut out the jokes now! Can you blame a guy for trying, though? I just wanna see that smile of yours- and there it is…”

Aaron Z;

“Princess/Prince, please…don’t shut me out. You don’t have to fight this alone.

I know you’re capable of it, but I’m here and I just can’t stand by and watch you fall apart. I won’t. I might not always understand how you feel, but I want to try.

I’d move the sun, moon, and all the stars if it’d make you smile, you know that, right? Nothing is more important to me. I can take you out, do some chores around the house, or just continue to hold you like I am now. Anything that will help you worries melt away.

Just remember, nothing can hurt you when I’m here. I promise.”

Tae Young;

“Dove, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Why are you curled up like a burrito? It’s cute, but you only ever do this when you’re unhappy…

Oh, love, come here. No, no! I insist. Let me cuddle your worries away. Unless you want some space? Or candy? Your favourite movie? No? Okay, scooch close.

Promise me that next time something happens and you feel alone, you’ll call me? Right? I hate seeing you upset, it breaks my heart. Because you don’t deserve to feel like this. Ever. You’re the light of my life, and I only hope I’m a ray of sun in yours.”

Do y’all want some bullet-pointed, descriptive hcs of how the boys comfort you?? 🧡

---Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist