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stray-cat-21 · 10 months

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The Pariah and the Freak

Part 3: telling the parents.

Summary: Eddie and (Y/n) bring their families together for dinner in order to tell them the big news unfortunately it doesn’t go as planned.

"Hey Eds” (y/n) breathes anxiously. "Hey sweetheart, these are for you” Eddie grins offering her a bundle of picked flowers. (Y/n)'s nervousness melts a little as she accepts the flowers and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "They're beautiful, thank you” she says with a grin. He steps into the house while shrugging off his leather jacket.

Eddie is dressed in a nice button-up with his normal jeans, his hair as tidy as he could manage. Behind him steps in Wayne, dressed in a fall-colored flannel with blue jeans. "Hi Wayne, nice to see you again” she greets. "You too darlin” Wayne agrees with a nod.

Awkward heavy silence filled the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. (Y/l/n) sat across from Eddie and (Y/n), while Wayne took up a spot at the end of the table. There wasn't a lot that Wayne wouldn't do for his nephew but spending his only night off like this was definitely something he hadn't expected. Eddie and (Y/n) sought comfort in each other holding hands under the table.

"This is really good Mrs. (Y/l/n)" Eddie awkwardly broke the silence. Mrs. (Y/l/n) managed to muster a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you Edward, it's an old family recipe" she responded. Eddie imagined their child someday inheriting treasured family recipes. He made a mental note to ask Wayne to jot down his famous chili and tomato soup recipes.

However (Y/n)'s father seemed to be simmering with disapproval throughout the entire evening. He scrutinized Eddie with piercing eyes interrogating him about every aspect of his life, from school to work, to the band, and even the van he drove. The metal head answers truthfully and respectfully but still nervously, while (y/n) squeezes his hand under the table. Wayne somehow managed to bite his tongue while still giving his nephew looks. Mr. (Y/l/n) is just in utter disbelief that his little princess could bring home such a boy.

The table goes back to awkward silence yet again. The young couple share a look and (y/n) offers Eddie a small nod. "Look um everyone, there's a reason we wanted to get together tonight, not just for you guys to meet” (y/n) breathes. "We've got some news, good news. (Y/n) is pregnant, we’re uh, having a baby” Eddie says taking control of the conversation.

Wayne nearly chokes on his drink, while Mrs. (Y/l/n)'s eyes tear up, and her father scowls. "Oh god” Mrs. (Y/l/n) cries bringing her napkin to her mouth. "Mom, dad, we know this isn't ideal, but-" (y/n) begins to explain. The scraping of her father's chair against the floor interrupts her mid-sentence.

"Ideal? You bring home this-this miscreant, and you just expect us to, what, congratulate you?" her father spits. "Hey now, I know this isn't what any of us were expecting, but my boy is not a miscreant” Wayne says standing up. "Oh please, my daughter was a good girl, and then he comes in with his long hair and tattoos and knocks her up!" her father bellows.

"Daddy, please listen, Eddie is a good guy just give him a chance” (y/n) pleads standing up from the table. "You had so much potential! You had good grades, good social standing, you were a cheerleader for god's sake!" he argues, smoke practically pouring from his ears. "Oh god, she'll be kicked from the team. What will Heather and Veronica think when they hear?" her mom worries about the embarrassment.

"It's okay, we can fix this. We'll just drive her down to that clinic, the one Bill brought his daughter to over in Indianapolis. Mistakes happen we can fix it, her life doesn't have to be over” her father announces, grabbing his keys. "Dad, I know it's hard to believe but this is what we want. I don't want to fix it” (y/n) says .

He spins around, wearing a deep angry frown. "You are a child you do not get a say in this” he snaps. (Y/n) flinches back a little not used to seeing her father so angry. Eddie is on his feet and by her side now. "She's the only one with any say actually” he counters, his eyes narrowing at the man.

"You are living under my roof, young lady. We are getting this taken care of tonight. We have spent eighteen years giving you the perfect life, not for you to screw it up by getting knocked up by some trailer park trash” her father rants, grabbing her by the wrist. He begins trying to drag her off to the door like she's a petulant child.

Understanding that he needed to protect the woman he loved, Eddie swiftly intervened pulling her from his grasp and standing between them. "Look, I don't give a shit what you call me. But don't touch her like that again” Eddie warned. Unrelenting (Y/n)'s father made another attempt to

"Excuse me boy, but you have done enough here” the older man snarls. He attempts to get to his daughter, but Eddie blocks his path. "I think we all just need to calm down and let the kids talk if they say they've got this figured out" Wayne says trying to ease the tension. "We do, and I promise Eddie is really good to me and you'll like him if you just give him a chance" (y/n) pleas desperately trying to bridge the widening gap between her family and herself.

"No daughter of mine is gonna be a mom at 18. You do not get to embarrass this family by being pregnant in high school, especially not with his baby” her father scoffs, gesturing towards Eddie. "Maybe we should hear them out," her mother frets. "That's all we're asking Dad please! Eddie and I have this figured out" (y/n) attempts one last time.

"I know I'm probably not what you pictured when you thought of the father of your grandchildren, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that I love your daughter, and I love our kid already and I won't stand here and let you hurt either of them” Eddie says confidently. Eddie seems not to notice what he just revealed, however (Y/n) heard it loud and clear. Her heart swelled with love, knowing that the man standing before her was ready to stand by her side no matter what.

Her father shakes his head looking away from his daughter. "I did not raise you to be a damned whore. Either you get this taken care of, or you leave” he says coldly. The room goes silent at the ultimatum. "Honey, please” her mother begs.

"You have ten minutes. Get your stuff and get out of my house” he orders exiting into the garage. Her mom follows and the door slams behind them. "Wayne, I'm sorry about all this” Eddie says quietly, letting out a breath. "We'll talk about this later son, just help her get her things together” Wayne interjected extending a calming hand.

"C'mon, sweetheart let's grab your stuff alright?" Eddie whispers wrapping an arm around her again. She nods silently, letting him lead her up the stairs into her room. He can hear the sniffles she's trying to silence and see the tears she hastily wipes away. The second the door to her room shuts he wraps her in a tight hug. "It's alright, I got you. I promise” Eddie murmured his lips pressing gently against the top of her head.

He sees the clock on her dresser and notices a couple of minutes have gone by. "You wanna sit down? I'll grab your things?" Eddie asks eager to ease her burden. "No no um, I'll help. Will you um, grab my bag over there?" she asks.

Eddie nodded wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. "Whatever you need, sweetheart I'm here” he assured her their lips meeting in a soft comforting kiss. Together they packed (Y/n)'s belongings the room's atmosphere heavy with unspoken words. "I'm sorry about all this. Maybe me being involved wasn't such a good idea I didn't mean for your life to implode" Eddie confessed quietly.

Shaking her head with a weak smile and teary eyes (Y/n) held his hand tightly. "I'm glad you're involved Eddie. I hate to think what would have happened tonight if you weren't here” she admitted gratitude coursing through her. "Told you I'd take care of you both of you," Eddie said, his smile growing as his free hand moved to her stomach. Their lips met once more.

"Let's get you out of here” Eddie says quietly his arm enveloping (Y/n) once again as they made their way downstairs. Wayne waits by the door. "Do you think you could give me a ride to Chrissy's place Eds? I think I should be good to hide out there at least until her mom finds out” (Y/n) requested turning to face Eddie. "You can do that or you can come on home with us darlin' the choice is yours” Wayne offered surprising both (Y/n) and Eddie with his kindness.

"Are you sure? I feel like I've already been enough of a burden tonight” (Y/n) frowned. Grabbing her backpack gently Wayne shook his head. "I'll tell you the same thing I once told my nephew: you make do for family” he said lightly squeezing her shoulder.

Grateful Eddie thanked his uncle nodding with appreciation. The three of them exited the house with Wayne instructing Eddie to drive carefully. Assisting (Y/n) into the passenger seat Eddie ensured she was buckled in before closing the door. His actions elicited a small laugh from her a momentary release from the turmoil that surrounded them. “I can do that myself you know?” She giggles as Eddie climbs in.

He smiles a boyish smirk. “I know but you’re precious cargo sweets” he winks. As they pulled away from the house, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a tinge of hope. Her life might have taken an unexpected twist, but with Eddie by her side they would face whatever challenges lay ahead. And she knew that together they could handle it.

Most of the drive is quiet. Black Sabbath playing from the speakers. (Y/n) keeps her eyes mostly out the window or focused on her hands. The van rolls up to a stop sign before (y/n) breaks the silence. “So that went well” she laughs even though it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Yeah, how are you doing?”

“I mean it doesn’t feel great being homeless”

“I’m sure that was hard but I promise you aren’t homeless. You’ll just stay with me and Wayne till you and I can move out alright?”

“I just don’t want to cause any trouble for either of you. I feel like I’ve already made such a mess of things”

Eddie puts the van in park looking over at her. He cups her cheek in his ring covered hand looking into her eyes. “Stop that, all that stuff your dad said was bullshit alright? You didn’t make a mess of anything I swear” he promises her. Once she nods he quickly presses their lips together.

“I was actually saving up for a place of my own before you and the baby came along so we won’t even need to stay with Wayne much longer”

“This all seems so crazy I mean we’ve only been on three dates and we’re moving in together”

“I know it does but y’know what- wait we’ve only been on two dates: the movie last night and Benny’s?”

“Well technically I did say that the party was a date”

“That doesn’t count”

“What why?”

“It just doesn’t that’s not how I want you to think of our first date”

“Fine but that only makes it worse just two dates, I sound like a floozy or like I’m incredibly lovesick desperate enough to jump on the first guy who gives her affection”

“I think you’re being way too hard on yourself first of all. Secondly if anyone here is lovesick it’s me I’m the one who initiated all this remember?”

“I know I just worry how quickly we’re rushing this”

“Then we won’t rush we don’t have to move out just yet”

“Right okay, that’s a plan. If we do move out you’ll at least let me contribute? I have some money saved up”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the provider or some shit? I mean you’re growing our baby that feels like a huge contribution to me”

“Edward Munson”

“Fine yes ma’am”

“You know something else was said tonight I was curious about”

“And what’s that”

“You told my dad you love me”

Eddie takes in a deep breath leaning back in his seat. It was something that had definitely come out in the heat of the moment not the way he had planned for it to. “Yeah that did come out didnt it, look that wasn’t how I wanted that to go, is there anyway I could get a do over maybe after a couple more dates?” He asks. (Y/n) nods before kissing him much slower this time. “Sure Eds you can have a do over” she smiles.

When they get to the trailer Wayne is already there and sends them a nod. “I’m gonna get her settled then we can talk” Eddie says to his uncle. “Take your time. Darlin you try and have a goodnight alright you and I can have a chat tomorrow about livin arrangements” Wayne assures her. (Y/n) nodded quickly giving Wayne an unexpected hug.

He returned it giving her a small pat on the back. “Make yourself at home I mean it” Wayne promised when they separated. (Y/n) smiled returning to Eddie’s arms. He leads her to his room with a small kiss to the crown of her head.

When Eddie enters the living room Wayne is sat in his recliner two unopened beers sat on the coffee table. “She doin alright?” He asks. Eddie takes a breath sitting down. “Probably about as good as she can be” he answers grabbing one of the cans. Wayne nods silently grabbing his own drink.

“I’m sorry about all this”

“Were you careful at least? I mean I bought you those condoms for a reason”

“I know you didn’t want to raise another kid that wasn’t yours but you won’t have to raise this one. I really want to Wayne, I want to be a dad. Be the dad I never had y’know? The kind you were”

“And you’re sure about all this?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been”

“Then I’m happy for you son and I’ll do what I can to help”

Taking that as a sign of approval Eddie reaches into his back pocket pulling out his wallet. He’s careful pulling the small photo from it passing it over to his uncle. “This the peanut?” Wayne asks quietly looking over the picture. “We uh talked about it and I know technically you’d be great uncle but how do you feel about being a grandpa?” Eddie asks. When Eddie looks over at his uncle he can the the slight water to the man’s eyes.

“Grandpa?” Wayne asks. “Yeah I mean especially after tonight we want our kid to have a family. And since he didn’t exactly love the whole dad thing I doubt Al’s gonna be stepping up to be a grandpa any time soon” Eddie explains. Wayne takes in a shaky breath nodding slowly. “Yeah son I think that has a nice ring to it” Wayne answers clearing his throat.

There’s another pause as Wayne admires the photograph. Wayne stands up and Eddie quickly joins him. The two share their most earnest version hug. “I uh should go check on her, thank you again Wayne” Eddie coughs when they separate. “Have a Goodnight son.”

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kylianswife · 1 year

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Nightmare - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Summary: Kylian's girlfriend has a nightmare and Kylian tries to calm her down.

Kylian's POV: I decided to play this last game of FIFA and go to bed. My girlfriend was fast asleep on the couch next to me. She laid on her back with her legs stretched out on my lap, I had my legs on the table, focusing on the game. I usually try to keep quiet when playing around her when she's sleeping even though she's a heavy sleeper. I was half-way through the game when her slight leg movement caught my attention. I didn't find it concerning at first, I just gave her leg a light squeeze as a form of comfort. I played a little more when I began hearing her distressed voice, I looked at her. She was moving her head and saying something about being saved while her eyes were still closed. I paused the game and placed my hands on her legs, looking at her to see what she'll do next, whether she'll go back to sleep or she'll continue dreaming about whatever was scaring her. "Ky- help me-" this was all I could make out from her slurred speech. I placed her feet on the couch and sat close to her face, taking her hand in mine. "Baby, it's okay." I didn't want to wake her up at first, maybe she'll get over it. Tears started streaming down her face. I was concerned so I shook her arm lightly. "Kylian" "Y/N, It's okay, my love. I'm here. You're just having a nightmare, baby. It's okay" I wiped some of the tears away from her face, but she kept replacing them with new tears. I shook her a little bit more. "No-please-" "Open you eyes, baby. It's okay, I'm here with you." I went to hold her hand and she gripped it tightly, still in her sleep. She said some things I couldn't make out before she let out a piercing scream and jumped up. "NO, KYLIAN" she looked around the room, panicked. I cupped her face trying to get her to look at me. "Y/N, It's over, baby. It was just a nightmare. Look at me, Y/N. Shhh..shhh" she looked at me and I wrapped my arms around her, laying her head on my chest. I rubbed her back and played with her hair, this always calms her down. It's probably a thing from her childhood, her mom used to stroke her hair to sleep every night. "It was so scary, oh my god." "Shh... don't think about it right now, baby. Let's just breathe, okay?" "You were gone, I was alone in this park. Someone dressed in black was chasing me, trying to choke me. I called out for you but you weren't coming." "Baby, it was just a bad dream. I will always be there for you. I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. I'm here, see? Next to you, holding you." I pulled her from the hug to look at her face. She was a bit more calm now that she realized she was dreaming. I kissed her lips softly. I grabbed the remote to turn off the TV and looked back at her, extending my hand. She grabbed my hand and I led her to our bedroom. "Are you going to sleep now too?" "Yes, baby. I want to fall asleep with you, I had enough for tonight." We laid together, her head on my chest. She drew circles on my chest and ran her fingers down to my sides, chuckling. She knows it tickles me, but she likes it. I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes. "Good night, mon ange. I love you" "I love you too, Ky. Sweet dreams."

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belle-keys · 1 year

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my thoughts on shadow & bone season 2

okay, i finished late last night and had a blast watching this. we'll see if it gets canceled or not (it might). but oh my god i had so much fun even though i was like hmm at some things. here's some of my thoughts and impressions in case you would like to feel #seen.

don't @ me about dark!alina. i like it. i love it. i've always wanted a corrupt alina. i've been a darklina shipper for a hot minute and while that wouldn't have made sense to do in the show, a dark!alina does make sense and it deepens her character imo. the use of the merzost had major consequences for her and i love that. aleksander and baghra did warn her, and she didn't listen. and now we get payoff. this is how you write powerful characters!!!

paddy gibson was a great nikolai like come @ me and i will defend this man. alina’s interactions with him, tolya, and tamar were awesome like it felt very natural.

the spirit of cillian murphy possessed my man freddy carter in episode 4 like idk mans was giving me the kaz i had expected from season 1 ong he was not playing in that pekka rollins scene, like he stole so much of the show for me i loved it and i just got chills seeing the kaz we know and tolerate clearly living deep down under freddy's skin.

matthias spent the whole season in jail to simply remain in jail for the whole season and not end the season out of jail despite spending a whole season in jail despite jail being all he did for the season despite-

when aleksander was choking alina and telling her how much he wanted to destroy her and had her pressed up against that table and was muttering evil nothings into her ear? i felt that.

ben was excellent as well in this season as we expected, but as i previously noted, this entire season was identical in both fundamental and superficial ways to billy russo’s season 2 in the punisher like i can’t make this shit up. as soon as daddie darkie opened his mouth to speak, i immediately knew via osmosis what the speech’s delivery would sound like. it's just hilarious i'm sorry i'm not mad but it's just so unserious.

when zoya said "that one's a mess. i can fix him"??? i felt that shit so hard like meee finally a female character to represent meee

we did not need reminders that tolya loves poems 100 times we get it like cmon do more with your side characters if you're gonna make them quip every two seconds.

i will not lie, i’m so happy with how they incorporated the crows into the main story like it really felt like a fun epic fantasy series with different levels you gotta beat until you fight the boss (daddy darkie), like there’s so many interwoven plots and arcs and every time a scene switched i’d be like the leondardo dicaprio pointing at his tv meme i got chills watching everything come together the way it did, i think they really succeeded in making you (me) ooh and ahh this season.

the fight scenes gave me chills like the grisha powers being brought to life like that? slayed. the musical score and the special effects and the cinematography? popped off. the crows bringing guns to a grisha fight? never before seen. inej slicing up daddy darkie monsters? extraordinary. shit had me breaking out in chills.

i think besides kaz's face-off with pekka rollins in ep4, aleksander's death scene and his death monologue was the high point of the season for me. the whole "you need my darkness to balance your light thing"? the whole "let me be your monster so you don't have to" thing? literally took my breath away. he encapsulated every thing i loved about the darkling's character so well and his relationship with alina. he did warn her that she needed him for balance within herself and she just couldn't accept that. now she'll get what he was on to the whole time. it's amazing. it shows the darkling isn't just a character in alina's life.

i feel like splitting mal and alina up at the end wasn't... right? idk, the whole point of malina was supposed to be childhood friends-to-lovers-to-soulmates and her making this huge sacrifice for mal and then have him go away while she stays to... rule ravka??? that fell flat for me as an ending like what was the reason for that change cus i have no idea??? it makes sense from an irl perspective but idk what the showrunners were going for with that.

jessie mei li cannot act. i am not some tv and film expert. but this girl just cannot act. i dare you to change my mind.

oh I absolutely hate how they changed wylan and jesper's relationship. idk what was the reason for the whole "we once hooked up and forgot about each other" thing like WHAT WAS THAT HOW DID THEY MISS THE PLOT OF THE MOVIE SO BADLY IDC I CAN'T VIBE WITH IT NO-

i'm sorry on-screen kanej is still just as dry as book kanej for me like i felt nothing at all during their interactions this season, even the hallucination ones. as individuals they're great, but they made me feel absolutely nothing. not a single tingle.

if i had to cut something from the show, i'd probably either cut matthias' entire presence since he did nothing this season, or, i would cut genya and david's relationship because i do not and never did care about that pairing (or either of them as individuals tbh)

alina doing the darkling's shadow cut at the end??? i was cackling in joy like a maniac. yeah. that was a moment in time.

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iheartgracie · 2 years

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shannon lynch and joey lynch quotes in keeping 13

“Joey nodded and I felt my body grow weak.

Weaker, and weaker, and weaker, until I was moving towards the ground in slow motion.

"I've got you." Joey's arms came around me. "It's okay." Lowering us both onto the wet grass, he crouched down beside me with his hands on my shoulders. "Shh, you're safe.”

“For reasons I would never fully understand, Shannon was close to Joey. In her mindset, he was as good as a god”

“Jesus Christ," Joey growled, tossing his half-eaten sandwich down on the counter. "You're making a big fucking deal out of nothing. Just let her go outside and talk to him, let him do all his checkups to see she's not being hurt or whatever the fuck he does that calms his nerves, and then she'll come back inside. No harm done."

"No harm done?" Mam choked out. "Plenty harm could be done, Joey."

"Give her a bit of credit," my brother hissed in a disgusted tone. "She's not you.”

“Listen," Joey snapped, wiping his buttery fingers on his overalls. "I know you're both new at this, but here's a helpful parenting tip: you either swallow your pride and let her be with him, or this whole thing blows up in your face. I think it's pretty clear by now that he's not going anywhere, so you might as well get on board with it." Shrugging, he added, "Shannon has a boyfriend. Big deal. She's not a baby anymore, and it's about time you two stop treating her like one."

"That's ridiculous."

"No, what's ridiculous is you going along with that woman's fucked up thought process and trying to keep Shan in this house after everything that happened," Joey countered. "If you keep it up – if you force them apart – he will lose his shit. Draw a battle line with that fucker and he will go to war with you." Turning to Mam, he added, "And if I was you, I'd lay off throwing threats around because you have a hell of a lot more to lose out of this – and a lot more skeletons to be exposed – if his daddy decides to have you done for slander." Mam had her head in her hands and Darren had his back to me, but Joey was facing me and when he noticed me edging closer to the kitchen door, he smirked and winked.”

“Oh my god!" I couldn't stop the tears that were dripping down my cheeks as I watched the Gardaí take my brother away in handcuffs from the school. "Please don't take him!"

"It's okay, Shan," Joey called over his shoulder as they led him down the corridor. "I'll be grand – don't cry."

It wasn't okay. Nothing about any of this was okay.

My brother was being arrested and it was all my fault. "I'm sorry, Joe," I strangled out just before he was carted out the main door by the two male Gardaí. "I'm so sorry.”

“The moment my eyes landed on Joey closing the front door behind him, a huge swell of relief washed over me. Riddled with emotion, I stumbled down the last three steps and threw my arms around him. "You're back!" I pressed my cheek to his back and exhaled a ragged breath. "Thank god."

"It's okay, Shan," he mumbled, words slightly slurred. Patting the hand that I had wrapped around him, he kept his head down as he slipped around me and moved for the kitchen. "It's all good.”

“Joey, please –"

"I'm sorry," he strangled out, tossing a few pairs of socks on top of the bag before zipping it closed. "I've tried, but I can't do this!"

"Joey, please!" Desperate to stop him, I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to a stop. "What about me?"

"What about me?" he roared back in my face, green eyes filled with tears. A huge sob tore through him and his voice cracked. "What about me, Shannon?" Tossing his bag over his shoulder, he sniffled and wiped his eyes roughly with the back of his hand, before shoving past me. "What about me?"

"I love you!" I cried hoarsely. "I do. I love you so much, Joe." Tears clouded my vision and I roughly batted them away. "I care about you. You're important to me. We can figure this out," I sobbed, knotting my hand in his hoodie and dragging him back to me. "We can get through this together. You don't need to do –"

"Listen." Inhaling a steady breath, he clenched his eyes shut and I watched as tears fell from his lashes. "I need you to take care of yourself, okay? I need you to do that for me.”

Clutching the back of my head, he stepped forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Don’t depend on her, or Darren, or anyone else, because in the end, the world will let you down. They will all let you down."

"And you?" I choked out, tears flowing freely down my cheeks now. "Does that include you?"

"Especially me," he strangled out before brushing past me and moving for the stairs.”

“I remember when Shannon first started hanging around with Claire. He was so fucking prickly and protective of her. I could never figure it out. We didn't go to the same primary school or anything, but we were the same age and I couldn't understand why he cared so much about his little sister. I couldn't fucking stand Claire when we were small, but Joey? He kept Shannon with him everywhere he went. Now I know why.”

“Last I saw, she was with Joey," I mumbled. "They were holed up in one of the spare bedrooms together. They don't leave each other's side." I shook my head. "They're like magnets.”

“His eyes were vacant, hollow, green orbs in his head. Nothing seemed to be happening.

"Joe?" Silence.

"Please talk to me," I begged, brushing his blond hair out of his eyes. Nothing.

A tear dripped down his cheek and I reached over to swipe it away. "I love you." Leaning over, I pressed my cheek to his. "So much.”

“He wanted to leave, and I was terrified of Monday coming, because I honestly didn't know how I was going to survive all of this without him.”

“Joe," I croaked out, tears dripping down my cheeks, as I clung to my boyfriend. "I don't want you to –"

"Don't say it, Shan," he begged, tearing his gaze off the grave to look at me. "If you say those words, I won't be able to. And I really need to do this –" His voice cracked and he dragged in a sharp breath before turning his bloodshot gaze on Johnny. "Kavanagh, can you do me a favor and look after –"

"Consider it done, lad," Johnny replied gruffly, tightening his hold on me. "No worries.”

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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You're an Idiot

Summary: Bucky panics when he thinks Y/N is catching on to his surprise.

Warnings: angst, mostly fluff

Word Count: 3531

a/n: This request is honestly so cute. It just makes me smile. :)

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"Did you get it yet?" Steve skipped all formalities upon entering Bucky's room.

Bucky's head snapped up from the book he was reading, eyes immediately going to the closing door to make sure nobody was in the hall.

"Well? Did you?" Steve pestered, eager to share in his friends happiness.

"I did." Bucky sighed, knowing there was no keeping this from Steve.

"Let me see it!" There are no words to explain how excited Steve is for his best friend. When he first got Bucky back, a part of him was worried he would never recover from the pain and guilt.

That is, until Bucky met you. It wasn't an instantaneous change, but meeting you definitely affected Bucky.

He was more willing to spend time with the team. He was more likely be found in a common area instead of his own bedroom. Hell, he even smiled more.

Bucky carefully pulled out the drawer of his nightstand, retrieving a dark green velvet box. He opened it, his own eyes taking in the beauty of the ring before he turned it around to show Steve.

"Buck... She's going to love it." Steve smiled, eyes watering slightly. He's always been a romantic. "Have you decided how you're going to ask her?"

Bucky shook his head, quickly returning the box to its place in the drawer. He ran a hand through his hair, a physical manifestation of his nerves.

"I don't know. I have so many ideas, but none of them seem perfect." Bucky chanced a look at Steve, rolling his eyes at his friends exasperated look.

"Bucky. She'll think it's perfect because it's you. Trust me." Steve encouraged him, knowing he needed a bit of reassurance.

"Are you sure?" His recurring self doubt as beginning to peek through.

"Sure about what?" You popped into the room, never one to knock when it came to Bucky. Similarly, he never needed to knock to know he was welcome in your room.

"Just that Bucky deserves to be happy." Steve avoided Bucky's glare as he moved to exit that room.

"Well, that I can agree to!" You plopped down across his lap throwing your arms around his neck. You felt a familiar shiver as he moved his hands, one to your back and the other over your thigh.

"Well, it's a good thing I have you." Bucky pressed a quick kiss to your lips, waving at Steve as he closed the door.

"You make me happy too." You responded in kind, leaning into his embrace.

"So?" Steve questioned.

"Not yet." Bucky sighed, still unsure of the perfect way to propose to you.

"Buck. You've had it for 2 weeks! Just ask her!" Steve whisper yelled since the two were in the kitchen. Unfortunately, nosy ears still caught the conversation.

"Ask who, what?" Sam eagerly inserted himself into the conversation.

Bucky and Steve shared a look, only giving Sam a better idea as to what was going on.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! You're going to ask Y/N-"

"Ask me what?" You cut Sam off as you entered the kitchen, heading for the fridge.

"To train with me!" Sam quickly threw out an excuse.

"Okay? We train together all the time..." You looked between the three men confusion evident in the furrow of your brow.

"Well, yeah. But you've never flown before." Sam tried to further explain the lie, earning an excited smile from you and a glare from the two super soldiers.

"Seriously! Sam you swore you'd never let me fly your suit. What changed?" You narrowed your eyes, suspicious of the three men.

"Yeah, well Barnes practically begged me. He wanted to surprise you, but I guess I ruined that. My bad!" He replied, swiftly exiting the kitchen before you could further question him.

"Bucky, that is so sweet! Thank you so much! You know how much I want to fly that suit!" You ran to him, throwing your arms around him in a bear hug.

"Anything for you, doll. Anything for you."

"I think he's going to propose." You laid it all out on the line during girl's night. Three margaritas in, and you couldn't keep the thoughts to yourself anymore. It didn't matter how embarrassing it would be if you were wrong. Not when the tequila was doing the talking.

"Oh my god!" Wanda squealed, just as excited as you.

"Wow." Nat smirked, containing her happiness much better.

"I know! I'm just not sure when." You bit your lip, fidgeting a bit.

"Well, what do you know?" Nat asked for details.

"He was talking to Steve about something when I walked in and Steve said he deserves to be happy. Then, this morning Sam was freaking out about a question he was going to ask me. I mean, he covered it with something about letting me fly his suit, but still. I just have a feeling." You couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face.

"Okay. He's probably just nervous then." Nat replied easily.

"Just drop some subtle hints that you would say yes. Maybe he just needs some reassurance!" Wanda grinned over the glass of her own margarita.

"Okay. Subtle hints. I can do that." You nodded to yourself, thoughts spinning with ways to let Bucky know you would say yes.

"I've got it." Bucky rushed into Steve's room, a wide smile on his face.

"You do?" Steve jumped from his desk, excitement overflowing.

Bucky vigorously nodded before explaining his plan.

"Two more weeks?!" Steve was dying for Bucky to just ask you, but if his plan had to wait two more weeks, so be it.

"Yes. It's perfect. She'll be so surprised!" You and Bucky had briefly talked about marriage before, but nothing in detail. Just enough that he knows you want to get married.

"I'm happy for you, bud. You really do deserve this." Steve patted him on the back, as he went through the plan one more time.

"Bucky?" You had been looking for him all over the compound before finally checking the living room.

He paused the film, turning all his attention to you. He smiled in greeting, gesturing for you to join him on the couch.

"What do you need?" His brows pinched together in concern, earning a sweet smile from you.

"I just wanted to ask what color you think I should paint my nails!" You showed him the various bottles you were carrying.

"Oh." His pinched brows now showcased his confusion. "Um, okay. Any particular reason why?"

"Not really. I'm thinking of getting a new ring soon, and I want my nails to look good when I take pictures of it!" You tried to sound nonchalant, but your heart was racing. Was this subtle enough?

Bucky's own heart picked up speed at the idea of you finding out before the surprise he had planned.

"Oh, that's nice. I'd go with the yellow. It's happy." He turned his attention back to the movie, trying to cut the conversation short.

"Okay, thank you!" You pressed a kiss to his cheek before leaving the room. Clearly you needed a better plan.

"Hi, Doll." Bucky greeted you as he entered the kitchen. "What are you making?"

"Italian Wedding Soup!" You exclaimed, excited to try another hint. "Don't you just love weddings?"

Bucky nearly choked on his water. "Um, yep. Yeah, wedding's are great. I've, uh, got to meet Steve for training! I'll see you later!" he nearly ran out of the room.

"Well, that didn't go well." You muttered to yourself, now angry at the soup.

"Bucky, can I ask you something?" He had been practically avoiding you for the last two days, ever since the soup incident.

"Of course." He met your eye, the nervous tone of your voice causing his heart to ache.

"Do you ever think about getting married?" You decided to just bite the bullet and ask him what you've been wondering for the last few days.

"Nope." He panicked. 100% panicked. "I don't believe in marriage."

His nerves caused him to miss the way your shoulders dropped.

"Oh."

"Yep. It's not for me. Just can't picture it." His head was screaming for him to stop talking, but he just kept rambling.

"Well, okay. I was, um, just wondering. Ya know. Wanda was talking about it the other day, so I was curious what you thought." You tried to cover your sadness, at least until you could get out of the room. "I'm actually going to grab lunch with Wanda now, so I'll see you later. Bye!"

You quickly ran out of the room, leaving Bucky to contemplate what the hell just happened.

"I was so wrong." You burst into tears the minute you entered Wanda's room.

"Honey! About what?" She pulled you across the room to her bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Bucky!" You cried harder as you said his name.

"What about him?" Wanda floundered, unused to seeing you so distraught.

"He doesn't want to propose! He doesn't believe in marriage." Your heart broke even further as you said the words out loud.

"What?!" Wanda's eyes were wide. Her mind went blank at the shock of hearing why you were so upset.

Suddenly the door swung open, Nat entering before quickly closing it again.

"I could hear her crying from down the hall. What happened?" Her own voice was laced with concern as she quickly moved to comfort you from the opposite side of Wanda.

"Bucky doesn't want to marry me!" You cried into your hands. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"Y/N, Bucky is crazy about you." Nat, ever the voice of reason, tried to calm you down.

"I know he loves me, but he doesn't wanna marry me." Your cries were calming down, silent tears streaming down your face as you hiccuped every so often.

"How do you know he doesn't want to marry you?" She questioned further, trying to get to the bottom of this. Nat knew, with 100% certainty, that he was planning to propose. She's seen the ring, even if nobody knows that she's seen it.

"I asked him if he ever thought about getting married..." You took a shaky breath, trying not to sob again. "And he said 'Nope. I don't believe in marriage.'"

Wanda and Nat made eye contact, each expressing their confusion over the words.

"Oh, honey. It's okay. Cry it out." Wanda let you lean into her and cry.

"I just, I feel so stupid." You sighed once more.

Marriage was never something you thought about until you met Bucky. Well, maybe when you were little, but who doesn't?

Ever since you discovered what it meant to be independent, you knew you didn't need to get married to live a fulfilling life. It wasn't something you deemed necessary.

At least, not before Bucky.

There's just something about how much you love him that makes you want to announce it to the world in front of your closest friends and family. You want to share that moment with him, where you express how completely devoted to each other you are.

Finding out Bucky doesn't want the same thing hurt.

"Y/N. You are absolutely not stupid. You love him, it only makes sense that you would think about a wedding." Wanda tried to console you as Nat put the pieces together in her head.

She knew Bucky must have a surprise proposal planned. He must've panicked when you asked him about getting married. Why he would panic that much is unknown to her, but still. That's the only explanation that makes sense. Of course, she couldn't tell you that.

"Bucky's an idiot if he doesn't want to marry you." She settled for blindly supporting your emotions instead.

"It's not me is it?" Your eyes went wide with fear.

"No, of course not!" Nat panicked. "You two are perfect together."

"Not perfect enough for him to want to marry me." You cried into Wanda's shoulder again.

Nat shook her head, silently pleading for Wanda to take over consoling you.

"Steve. I fucked up." Bucky couldn't stop replaying the look on your face when he said he doesn't believe in marriage. "And before you say anything about my language, there's no other word for how badly I just fucked up."

Steve eyed his friend with concern. "What did you do?"

"Well, Y/N, she's been hinting at wanting me to propose." He stalled briefly, not really wanting to admit it.

"That's a good thing. It means the two of you are on the same page." Steve tried to reassure him, blissfully unaware of what happened.

"I know. But, she flat out asked me if I ever think about getting married... and I panicked." Bucky refused to look Steve in the eye, opting instead to pace the room.

"Panicked how?" Steve's voice was hard. He always thought of you like a little sister, and if Bucky hurt you he would be livid.

"I told her... I told her I don't believe in marriage." Bucky mumbled under his breath, but Steve could still make out the words with his enhanced hearing.

"YOU DID WHAT?" His eyes went wide, mind stuttering with shock. All he could do was yell. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why on earth would you say that? Y/N must be so heartbroken right now! You know that she wants to marry you, and what do you do? Tell her you don't. You've really outdone yourself with the stupid this time, pal-"

"Steve! I know! I didn't mean it! I just didn't want to ruin the surprise. It's supposed to be this Friday!" Bucky tried defending himself, but he knew it was futile.

"Well, you can still do what you were planning... right?" Steve questioned, unsure if you would agree to the date.

"I hope so." Bucky nervously chewed his lip, trying to come up with a back up plan.

You were avoiding him. Everytime he tried to talk to you about going on a date on Friday, you somehow evaded the conversation entirely.

If you weren't on your way to training, you had plans with Nat or Wanda. If it wasn't plans with them, you absolutely had to finish a mission report. You always had an escape route, and it killed him that you felt like you needed to hide from him.

Bucky finally managed to corner you in the gym Thursday morning.

"Y/N!" He nearly screamed from the other side of the gym.

You took a deep breath, trying to ready yourself for the conversation.

"Hi Bucky." You greeted him with a small kiss.

It was time. You needed to talk to him. If he didn't want to get married, that had to be okay with you. You'd rather live your life with him as your boyfriend forever than not have him at all.

He seemed stunned by your greeting, having grown used to you trying to escape the second he entered a room.

"Hi..." He suddenly got quiet, not wanting to spook you.

"Um, what are you doing tomorrow?" He hasn't felt this awkward asking you on a date since the first time he asked you to get dinner with him.

"Nothing, I think." You were feeling just as awkward as Bucky.

"Perfect. I've got a surprise for you." He pulled you into a hug, feeling a sense of calm just from holding you.

"Oh, really?" You would have thought a proposal would be the surprise, but because of your last conversation you're left clueless.

"Yep." Bucky relaxed for the first time in days at the sight of your smile. "I'm taking you to dinner. You deserve it."

You couldn't stop the way your heart fluttered at seeing his cheeky smile. I can live my life like this. You thought to yourself.

"Ooh. Okay, well what should I wear?" You were already thinking over outfit options.

"Whatever you want. Something comfortable though." He was honestly nervous you would say no, so this is more progress than he expected.

"How mysterious. Okay, I've got to go. I'm supposed to meet Nat and Wanda. I love you." You kissed him quickly before leaving the gym.

"Ugh. I haven't been this nervous for a date with Bucky since... well since ever! I wasn't even this nervous the first time." You whined to Nat and Wanda. It felt like you had gone through every outfit in your closet and you still haven't found something to wear.

"Y/N, relax." Wanda picked out clothes for you, handing you one of your favorite cute and comfy outfits. "Wear this."

"The two of you love each other. That's all you need to think about right now." Nat reassured you as you changed for the fifteenth time.

"Exactly. Just go enjoy your date." Wanda encouraged you as well.

"What did I do to deserve the two of you." You pulled them into a group hug, laughing when they pushed you out the door.

You were still smiling when you ran into Bucky in the hallway.

"Oh. I was just coming to find you!" You kissed him quickly. "I wasn't sure what time you wanted to leave."

"That's what I was coming to find you for. I'm ready when you are, doll."

"Well, then. Let's go." You grinned when Bucky took your hand, leading you out of the compound and down to the lake.

He brought you right up to a picnic blanket that was already setup on the dock.

"I thought we could picnic tonight." He looked at you with a shy expression.

"Bucky, that's perfect. There's actually supposed to be a-"

"A meteor shower tonight." He finished for you. "That's actually why I planned a picnic."

The feelings of doubt and heartache that had been plaguing your mind for the last few days all but vanished in the blink of an eye.

"I love you so much." You leaned into his touch, sitting next to him while he pulled food from the picnic basket.

"I love you too." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, handing you various foods.

The two of you fell back into natural conversation throughout the night. Any lingering nervousness left you, although Bucky kept fidgeting throughout the night.

It wasn't until after dessert that anything out of the ordinary happened.

"The meteor shower is supposed to start in a few minutes, do you want to go sit at the end of the dock?" Bucky stood, his hand out for you to grab.

You pulled yourself up, not letting go of Bucky's hand as you walked the short distance to the end of the pier. Just as you took the last step, you could see a few meteors shoot across the sky.

"It's beautiful." you gazed up at the stars, missing the deep breath Bucky took before sinking to one knee.

"Y/N, I think I fell in love with you the moment I met you. I didn't know it at the time, but I felt it. Every minute I've spent with you since then has been a gift."

The expression on your face could only be described as a mixture of shock, awe, love, and annoyance.

"When I was young, I used to think about who I would marry. I never thought of someone as incredible as you. After everything that happened, I didn't think I'd ever be worthy of someone's love. I still don't know how I convinced you to fall in love with me, but I'm grateful everyday that you did. There is nothing that would make me happier than spending the rest of my life as your husband."

He took a deep breath, looking right into your eyes as he asked the question.

"Will you marry me?"

"I- Yes. Of course I will marry you." You didn't even realize you were crying until Bucky wiped a tear from your cheek.

"I love you so much." He whispered as he slipped the ring on your finger.

"I love you too." You kissed him as soon as he stood up. Immediately stepping back to hit him.

"What was that for?" He looked affronted.

"'I don't believe in marriage.'" You mocked the deep timber of his voice.

Bucky laughed, pulling you closer to him. "I'm sorry." He pressed your foreheads together. "I really panicked when I thought you were going to ruin the surprise."

"You're such an idiot." You laughed. The two of you were all smiles as you held each other.

"Trust me, Steve let me know just how much of an idiot I am." Bucky shook his head. "He'll just be glad I've finally done it."

"Finally? How long have you had the ring?" You smiled as you glanced between your left hand and Bucky's face.

"A month. Not too long really. I think he was more annoyed with how long it took me to get the ring." He smiled, looking into your eyes.

"We've only been dating for 2 years. I wouldn't say that's abnormally long." Your brows furrowed.

"That is correct..."

"But?" You encouraged.

"But I told him I wanted to marry you the second we finished our first date."

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stylistiquements · 3 years

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Day 1 : Soap Bubbles.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : You're being introduce to the internet in a peculiar way, it's up to you to decide what you're going to do with it.

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.4k | W: written part underneath

𐐪𐑂 Warning : very few swears

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The coffee that sinks inside your stomach brings out a grimace and a click of your tongue where the taste stains; too bitter, too acidic but you’ll drink it anyway and to the last drop; there is something about the idea of spending time with three best friends that is so made of spring and honey that you wish to miss none of it.

“Someone is lurking,” George contemplates out loud, and the call goes silent for a second as if to look for the intruder. And it would so easy to flinch, to hit the back pedal, because you almost feel like one being exposed front stage like that. But today- today is not that day.

It's not that you don't want to join the discussion, it's that it takes a second to warm up, to absorb the energy and become one with it.

And sometimes, all it takes is Sapnap to exclaim, “Panini head, my beloved!” for your smile synchronizes with his chuckles. Somehow, once noticed by the right person, life flows back naturally.

George and Dream greets you in trailing unison, like two kids forced to greet their unwelcomed aunt on a sunday afternoon.

“H-hey troublemakers,” you finally say. Your voice is still quiet, not reluctant, but rather uncertain. It doesn't bother anyone.

“I’m beating Dream’s ass at chess and he’s bitter,” Sap explains, and you silently nod, as if they were able to see you.

A long silence follows along, rythmed by clicks of mouses and keyboards and it falls in your ears like high droplets. It's comfortable. It's intimate, shared with friends only.

"We haven't heard from you in a while," Dream says. "I mean ... before the clout fiasco."

You wouldn't exactly call it a fiasco, even though you don't really like the idea of being perceived a little too closely from the eyes of twitter.com, but you do agree anyway, "I've been caught up on college essays lately."

"That sucks," George probably adds.

“Good thing you’re here, then,” Dream notes, simple as a breath. “This is a worry-free zone.”

It hovers for a second, carried by George’s approval hum.

You squint suspiciously, detective mode, at the profile pictures that light on and off before your eyes, “Thanks, dream.”

He scoffs a “sure” and you’re not sure why you sense a bit of irony stuck on the back of his teeth. You're so tempted to call him out, but you don't. Instead, you write a mental note of this odd moment.

“It’s because I told him about your three brothers and now he’s scared they’re gonna find him and kick his ass,” Sap explains as if he just read your mind.

Sometimes, there’s this thing in the air, though you’re miles away. Something like a connection. There’s this thing when you don’t need to talk for Sap to understand. Sharing one brain cell, you dismiss ironically. Probably coincidences and predictability, but it always sounds a little special, a little like something you’d wish to be out of this world, like morning dew and fairy circles. And it makes you feel safe, at home, just like snuggling up in the sheets during a stormy night. Your smile washes up the sleeve of your hoodie, covered palm carefully hiding your chuckles.

“Three older brothers,” George muses, and there’s no telling if it’s something meant for you to hear. “That’s kinda scary.”

“You better be scared, one of them is probably your FBI agent,” you tease mindlessly, though there's nothing scary about those three grown men.

“I’m British, Bunny,” he points out. Whether the exasperation in his tone is fake or genuine, that, you can’t tell, but you play it cool, grin carved so deep it almost hurts. Dream’s wheezes rise and fall in the background.

“Say that to his face then,” you outbid smirkingly after a second of silence, heels growing into the carpet to make your chair spin slowly left and right, so breezily.

“I’d praise you for the rest of my life if you-Oooooooh your ass is wacked. Your ass is so wacked, dude. You fucked up so bad,” Sapnap chokes out between strings of giggles.

“Oh no, my streamer is losing his game?” You theatrically pout. “My streamer Dreamwastaken, have you met him? Guess you don’t need any of my brothers to kick your ass.”

“Okay yeah- no- it’s not my fault if your- they’re distracting me, okay?” Dream defends.

Slowly, the energy lowers again and the call remembers peace as Dream admits defeat.

“I’m not playing against you anymore,” he mumbles through greeted teeth, your hoodie shelters a muffled giggle. “Let’s talk about y/n’s twitter fame instead.”

“Let’s just not-” you mutter, both because seeing Dream lose at something is a miracle that has to be witnessed once and because you’re somewhat reluctant. “Let’s just not talk about that.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I had no idea it would draw this much attention to you,” Sap admits.

“Well, you talk about her all the time it was only a matter of time before twitter finds out,” George taunts and you secretly smile, listening to the way your best friend tries to defend himself, mind flooded with the last memories you have of when you were able to see those chuckles for real.

“Yeah, Quackity already told me you guys talk behind my back,” you fakely muse. “That’s totally fine, I don’t wanna know what you guys are talking about at all.” It’s a lie, obviously, the idea creeps upon your mind with assumptions you can’t quite get a grip of nor let go.

“You and Quackity talk?’ Sapnap asks, hint of surprise, and you hum.

“Or rather, he talks to me. He keeps calling-.” Shit. The forsaken word traps itself into your mouth. It’s too silly anyway.

“Come on, just say it,” Dream pushes as if he knew too much, more than you even do, and your cheeks flush mindlessly. You don’t notice.

“Dream, quit it!” You demand.

“Quit what?”

“You talk as if you knew more than anyone did.”

“Maybe I just do,” he coos, so dream-like.

Oblivious or careless, Sapnap asks, “Is Quackity bothering you or something?”

“He-" you begin but stop to look for the right way to put it, "He triggers my flight or fight response.”

"I mean, duh," Sapnap probably rolls his eyes.

"But I like him. He's funny."

After a second of silence, George says, “Well that was unexpected.”

“Not so much, I think we’re both chaotic neutral people.”

“What is that neutral chaotic thing anyway?” Dream is confused.

Roll up your sleeve girl boss because now is your time to shine! You offer your best dream smp alignment chart to the classroom. They're speechless, but they listen carefully.

"Then you're more chaotic good than neutral. You're too sweet anyway," Sap says.

"I'd even say lawful good," George debates.

"That's because you haven't seen Bunny during her crazy cat hour."

"True," you note.

"She'll go absolutely batshit."

“What?" George burst between confusion and surprise. "We've never seen you like that."

"A lady never reveal her secrets," you retort. No one answer.

It leaves a second for your mind to enjoy peace. For your eyes to lay on c!tubbo on lawful good and think true, then on c!dream on chaotic evil and think also very true. You huff and it's like a wave; as sarcasm leaves your breath, an idea comes in.

"Sap, check your DMs," you request.

Surrounded by the evening lull, Sapnap’s laugh pops like soap bubbles, "God, you’re so stupid. Why can't you just marry me?"

“So, is it Sapnap approved?” You chuckle lightly to prevent Sapnap’s morning fresh laugh to fill your chest and leak everywhere.

“Just press ‘send tweet’ please,” he confirms with leftovers of a smile in his voice.

"George, get me out of here. They're doing it again," Dream whines.

"Doing what?" He asks, unbothered.

"Act like they're alone in the convo. Just get a room." And you don't get to stand up for yourself that you and your best friend are actually sent to another room.

"Well this one is chaotic evil confirmed," you mumble as you roll your eyes but the vibes are much peaceful, much more comfortable in here. "So ... hi."

"Hi," he chuckles in return.

Maybe that's for the best; a moment that needs to stay a little timeless, secretive and special. It hasn't happened in so long, you don't even remember the last time it did.

"I'm glad you're here. I miss you, you know?" He says, and it's hard to not feel so bittersweet about it. It's hard when longing involves a craved touch, a real smile and an eye contact. Your shoulder sinks in the chair a little harder.

"I miss you too. I'll be here soon," you promise. And soon couldn't come any sooner.

But the conversation, soft and free, will wash up any worries, as always, and you'll end up talking about everything and nothing, about streams and planned videos and college and god knows what. As long as it makes the two of you happy and smiling. Just like the old days, you'll both think and it's fair to say until the evening turns into night and night turns into fatigue.

"Are you sure you're okay about that clout?" He asks once again. "I know you don't like being exposed like that."

"Yeah, yeah don't worry too much about it. I'll try to make good use of it."

"I'm sure you will," he murmurs, but oh boy did he not know what was about to come until you two meet.

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Taglist : @open-minded-chip-101 ; @itsoakaa ; @gaysludge

A/N : so first of all it has come to my attention that 129 days from now on is actually my birthday so that's a weird coincidence lol. Hi how are you guys?? welcome to the first part I hope you liked it. I'm fairly new to the mcyt community and that's the first time I write for them, so bear with me. Feedbacks are always appreciated. Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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jaysevhls · 4 years

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There's A Bomb | Jay Halstead

Request: Jay falling in love with Voight's daughter.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Voight!Reader

Author's note: Requests are open. (The moment with a bomb was inspired on episode from "The Flash" when Joe saved Cecile.)

Your dad was always worried about you, especially when you told him that you want to be a cop like him. First he didn't approve your decision, but when he saw you graduating the police academy, he knew that it's your right path. He wanted to keep you safe and close, at least he could do that, so he brought you to Intelligence. You were happy there since day one, it was your dream to watch him catching bad guys.

He partnered you with Erin, because he trusted her the most, like you. She wasn't from Voight's family, but she was like sister to you, she knew everything about you.

But after few years it was her time to go and she moved. You took it hard, just like Jay, who wanted to propose to her. You weren't close with him, but the pain he had was very similar to yours. After she left, Voight partnered you with him and Hailey, the new girl, was now a partner to Kim.

Cases that involved drugs were your favorite. Going undercover, to make a deal, that was your favorite part of the job. You were the best in this and you were happy to do it every time. But when kids are involved... This hits just different. You usually took it very personal, it was just too hard to see them working for those bastards.

"Okay guys, we've got a case involving drugs and a murder of mob boss. I think we all know who that is, Alejandro Cortez. 32 years old, he's chasing by police and FBI for 2 years. He killed his own wife, then mob boss, two murders with a bomb. One pinned to the car, the second one in club. He's hiding since then, we can't reach him." Kevin pinned his photo to the board and gave you files about the case."But, we know that his niece was taken from her family and we all think that he took her, because he wants to take a revenge on his brother for turning him to the police."

"All of this because he's angry? And why the kid?" you asked.

"We don't know yet. She's missing for 4 days and the people who saw the kidnapper described him. Description matches to Alejandro. They're living in Chicago, that means he's here and this might be our last chance to get him." you sat on your desk and started to look into the files.

"Hey, you okay?" Jay asked you. Before nodding to him, you brushed his hand with your fingers and smiled at him. He was always caring about you in cases like this, you were so thankful for him. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Y/N? Can we talk?" your dad asked.

"Sure." you walked into his office and closed doors.

"I'm worried about you. If you want I can take you off the case." he said.

"I'm fine, really. It's just... I don't understand some things, I need to figure them out. Don't worry." you hugged him and went back to your desk.

The tension was thick, everyone were working on the case, while Jay was trying to figure out his feelings. He couldn't talk to anyone about this, because they knew that person, especially he couldn't talk about it with you.

God, he wished that you noticed how much he adored you. He stood up and walked to your desk.

"Y/N? Y/N?" he tapped your shoulder.

"Hmm?" you muttered.

"You kinda zoned out, I brought you some coffee."

"Thanks. Do you want to go with me and check on this woman who saw Alejandro? I don't want to go there alone." you asked.

"Of course, partner."

You drove in silence, Jay was watching you the whole ride. He loved to look at your smile, eyes, when you tried to be serious, but he always made you smile and laugh. He trusted you like no one, he could put his life in your hands, because he knew that you'll help him no matter what.

"Chicago PD." you said and knocked on the doors.

"What do you want?" a woman appeared and looked so scared.

"Sophia? We're from Chicago Police Department, I'm detective Halstead and this is detective Voight. We wanted to ask you few questions."

"There's no need to, I already spoke with police." she answered.

"We know, but we wanted to ask about description you gave us. Are you sure that this was the guy?" you showed her a picture.

"Yes, definitely. Now leave me alone." she said and walked away, then closed the doors.

"I think she won't say us more." you laughed and made your way to the truck.

"Yeah Adam, what's up?" Jay said, answering his phone.

"We've got a possible location where Alejandro can be, go and check this place."

"Alright, let's go." Jay said.

"5021 Frank, detective Y/N Voight, we're heading to a possible location where our suspect can be. Plain clothes officers on the scene, roll a backup and ambo."

"Copied 5021 Frank, sending a backup and ambo."

"Do you think he's gonna be there?" Jay asked you.

"I don't know, I just hope to find his niece sooner than him so I could kick his ass after. I mean, she's a kid... How can he do that?" you answered. Jay looked at you worried. After few minutes you were on the scene.

"Take the back, we're going from the front." you said to officers who were there already.

"I'm coming in." Jay went first, you right after him.

"I'm covering you." you pulled your gun low, until you noticed blood on the carpet. "Blood." you both raised your gun and checked the first floor.

"Stairs." Jay said and again you followed him.

"You heard that?" the sound reminded you a cry.

"Chicago PD! Alejandro, put your gun down and come out!" Jay yelled. "Let your niece go first!"

"Stop! Stop!" you looked at Jay confused.

"Alejandro, if you won't come out we'll come for you" he yelled again.

"Wait, it's not him." you looked at Jay and nodded over the mirror where you saw a little girl tied up, sitting on the chair.

"Please, it's gonna blow!" you hid your gun and walked into the room while Jay was calling for a bomb squad.

"Hey, what's your name?" you asked her.

"Lauren." she cried so hard. You needed to calm her down when you saw a bomb pinned to the chair.

"Okay Lauren, I need you to sit there carefully, don't move, okay? We'll get you out of here."

"He said that he's gonna make them suffer!" she yelled.

"Jay? Call for a backup, send them to her parents." you knew that at this point he wanted to kill all of her family, to make them suffer, especially this little girl. "It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna check on timer right now okay?"

"Mhm." she calmed a little. 6 minutes you saw. You knew what kind of bomb was that. Jay told you his stories when he was in the army, you knew more than he thought.

"Y/N? What are you doing? Let's go, bomb squad will help her!" Jay showed up in the room, watching your actions.

"It will be too late. Hey, Lauren. I need you to switch places with me on 3 okay?" you looked at her, she nodded slowly.

"You've got to be kidding me! You want yourself killed?"

"Jay! Just let me do my job. It has 5 minutes timer now, when she'll stand, it's gonna run down, we won't be able to get out of there and they'll be too late. I'm gonna sit there to stop it from going down fast."

"Y/N, please..." he walked closer and hugged you.

"On 3 Lauren. 1... 2... 3..." you pushed her to Jay and sat on the chair. You looked at the timer. 3 minutes left.

"Take her out, I'll stay on the line." you said.

"5021 George, I'm going out with a hostage. Detective Voight will stay on the line." he felt tears in his eyes. He let go her hand and went outside. Lauren went to the ambo to get checked out.

"Halstead, what the hell? Where's Y/N?" Voight asked him.

"She switched places with Lauren, she's holding out the timer."

"Y/N?" Voight spoke.

"D-dad, I'm fine. Just tell the squad to come here asap."

"They're 6 minutes out."

"Well... We've 2." you said.

"I'm calling them." Jay said. He put them on the line to speak to you.

"Y/N, we need you to say how this looks like."

"Well, it has a timer and 3 colors inside. Black, white and blue."

"Okay, that means he used the same bomb as on the vehicle. You need to stay calm and carefully remove the blue one." they instructed you. Your hands were shaking, eyes were blinded and your heart was pounding so hard.

"Okay, yeah, I'll do it." you took a deep breath and take moved slowly to blue cable. You looked at the timer. It has stopped.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Jay was screaming to his radio, but you couldn't respond. You immediately stood up and went downstairs. Tears blurred your vision. You reached out to the doors and opened them. All the members looked at you relieved. "Shit." he said and run to you.

At this point you were crying. He took you in his arms, softly stroking your hair.

"I can't breathe." you choked.

"Easy honey, easy. It's the adrenaline rush, everything is okay." he hugged you tighter.

You had still covered your face with your hands. They were shaking so bad. Jay tried to calm you down, so he took them from your face and kissed."Come on, I'm taking you home." he held you close and went with you to Hank.

"Oh god Y/N! What were you thinking out there?!" now he was the one holding you.

"I was doing my job, I needed to help her." you said as you felt something hugging you from the side. Lauren held your hand hard and cried.

"Thank you, thank you. I wanna be strong as you! I'll be a cop one day!" she was full of energy, she didn't realise what just happened, she was only 8 years old after all... And that fact was making you sick. That little girl almost died because of payback.

"I'm so glad you're okay baby. Go to see your mom." you pointed at police car, who just arrived.

"Hey, you sure you're fine?" Jay asked you when Hank left to speak with Lauren's mom.

"I just want to go home." he nodded at went with you to his truck.

You held Jay's hand the whole ride to your home.

"Can you go upstairs with me? I need someone right now... Also, I have your favorite beer." you smiled.

"Yeah, I'll take that beer." he answered and followed you to your apartment.

You closed the door and went to the kitchen. Taking a beer, you noticed Jay standing in the hallway, looking at the picture frame with you and him. You put the beer down and walked to him. He turned to face you, when you hungrily kissed his lips. The kiss was so desperate, but at the same time filled with passion and love. He put his hands on your back, bringing you closer. When you couldn't catch a breath, you pulled back.

"I love you. I love you so freaking much. I think about you day and night, if you're okay, if you slept enough. When I pushed Lauren into your way... I knew that I'll always want you to be the one who won't leave my side Jay. I want you to be here. Right here, with me." he pulled you into hug, just like before. It was different than the others time when he was with you. This time, there was a real love between you two.

"Y/N, you don't know how happy I am right now. You saved me so many times, you're my little miracle. I was so afraid to tell you that, but now I wish I could say it earlier. Holding you in my arms is the best thing in the world and I'll always be here for you baby. I love you." he kissed your forehead and took you to the couch. You sat next to him and covered you with blanked.

He couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was to have you. You were his light.

#one chicago #chicago pd #chicago pd imagines #jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead imagines #jay halstead x reader #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead one shot #jay halstead fanfiction #jay halstead x you

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orionares · 3 years

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BTHB: Ambush

NCIS: Los Angeles

@badthingshappenbingo

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Deeks

Weakness.

That's the best way he can describe the feeling that's been permanently scarred in his psyche since he was a child. The feeling that's drowning him every passing moment Kessler isn't in jail or preferably dead, the same feeling on the twelve hour flight to rescue Kensi in Afghanistan or the times he hid under his bed during Gordon John Brandel's numerous abuse towards his mother.

It's also what he feels now, lying on his back bloodied and barely conscious under the low flapping of an approaching helicopter . As Investigator Marty Deeks takes painful, sharp breaths , he recounts the four bodies scattered throughout the cabin around him who had ambushed him on a drive back from a surf and kidnapped him.

Two by the door, downed by two shots from the Smith & Wesson semi automatic Deeks had wrestled away from a third figure, laying in a heap near the door.

The fourth, laying at Deeks' feet with the ghost of the greedy, smug smile on his face.

"H'lp," He chokes through the blood and spit he can't bring himself to swallow. He can feel his eye swelling by the second along with the burning sharp pain with every inhale and exhale.

"....Federal agents!"

Relief at rescue should be the emotion he feels. Relief should annihilate the weakness he feels after being kicked, punched and dragged, dragged , like a worthless doll across the floor to be tortured further.

Relief at the recognition of Sam's commanding voice and the cabin door flying open doesn't erase being clobbered by shared hits across the face from his kidnappers.

"Jesus Christ."

"Oh my God- Baby!"

Tears burn in the corner of his eyes and finally fall when his wife's hands gently pat a lock of blonde hair matted with dried blood. Kensi's face is blurry in the small slit of vision in his right and eye.

"I'm going to end Westfield. Deeks, can you hear me? We're here! You're safe."

Safe can't cover the dehumanizing snarl from the three humans he had fought tooth and nail to survive. It definitely cannot cover the smirk from the scruffy mid sixties man sitting handcuffed at the boatshed.

The leader of the small back of drug runners responsible for moving shipments across the state and killing two Petty officers.

The man with blue eyes that match his, although decades older.

His father.

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Callen

"You do know," Admiral Killbride warns via video call,"that you will not go in and harm our suspect the moment Blye and Hanna check in."

He sighs as the team's lead continues to pace the length 9f the table in the boatshed like a hungry cheetah circling its prey. The lack of reaction doesn't bode well for the admiral sending Fatima to 'support' Callen, also known as preventing a possible murder.

A not entirely blameless murder based on Westfield's a.k.a Gordon John-back-from-the-dead Brandel, orchestration of Deeks' ambush and kidnapping.

On the other end of the call, Grisha Callen glares at the small hall leading to the interrogation room, protected by two agents. The leadership ingrained in him screams that assaulting two fellow agents to get to the 'father'- the man that's supposed to protect and care for his child- won't help Deeks.

His phone goes off with a loud chime that grabs his attention. A text from Sam arrives with short, brief statements- Got him. Hospital. It's bad. They beat him.

Callen shoves his phone across the table and plops down in his chair. His leg bounces violently as he scowls down the closed interrogation room once more.

He cannot go in there and beat the life out of that man for nearly killing Deeks, he cannot-

"Mr. Callen."

Hetty's voice appears on his right and he nearly jumps out of skin, a rarity for a season agent. She stands in the open space in front of the stairs in her trademark dark suit, hands crossed and an unreadable peer at her agent.

"They got Deeks but Sam said-" Callen spits out before Jetty finishes for him, " it appears that they beat him. Badly. "

"How are you so calm?" He snaps and then sighs. Henrietta Lange walks to his side and pats his shoulders in a comforting manner that neither comforts nor fuels the homicidal mood he's in towards Brandel. Her expressions remain stoic and a touch pensive as she states,"Things are never what they seem, Mr. Callen. Head to Providence Saint Joseph in Burbank and meet the others there. "

Callen's shoulders sag at Hetty's answer-intertwined on riddles, hidden message and on a suspicion fueled by his gut, a warning resembling the old spy game. He pushes himself from the table and forces the calculations needed to drive the thirty miles to Burbank.

And how to feign ignorance to whatever Hetty decides to do next.

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Kensi

Flying over Los Angeles is supposed to be beautiful.

Once, Deeks had rented a helicopter ride over the city at night ten months into their marriage to fly over the downtown area. There had been no rhyme or reason for the sudden trip until they had landed with an overly chatty pilot and Deeks had sighed and told her seeing the city without death hovering over them was a nice change.

Now, the twinkle of lights towering over the sea of travelers heading home on the interstate don't register for Kensi. Even over the loud chopping blades, all Kensi can hear is Deeks' painful, whistling breaths.

She's supposed to think when this is over and he's safe, she'll admit that running across a warehouse floor past and dropping to her knees at his battered, bloodied body rivaled Mexico.

But the shared conclusion amongst the pilot, the medic, Sam and herself is that his father hired three men to beat and torture his only child.

The child that shot him three decades ago.

And that alone brings the fear- did Brandel tell these men secrets about Deeks? Did they tear into him between the kicks to the ribs, the strikes to every part of his body?

Kensi looks up to the monitor hooked up above the hospital cot. Ten minutes out- the pilot had yelled sometime ago. Deeks' heart beats relatively steady considering the wheezing under the broken ribs and the undetermined tremors that pass every moment or so.

He's still alive, drifting in and out of consciousness , based on what she hopes to be movement from his cupped hand and not a hallucination.

It's the after- Deeks' support and love doesn't hide the fear of Kessler, the fear of not being able to provide her a family and the lingering self criticism from training at FLETC. After this is over and Brandel never sees the light of day, they will sit down and talk and truly check in.

And she'll wrap her arms around him and never let him go.

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Sam

“Move.”

“Agent Hanna, I can’t -” the young NCIS agent that stands in front of the interrogation room with both hands up in defense. The man is about six inches shorter than Sam, fresh faced and younger than Sam by at least a decade. Sam raises an eyebrow when the young man quickly scans him for anything in hand or waistband that could be used to ‘talk’ with the man handcuffed behind the door.

“I will move you,” Sam growls in a low voice, “ if I need to. That man needs to answer questions regarding kidnapping and torture of a federal agent-”

The young agent briefly straightens as if mustering a bit of strength before sighing, “I have my orders from Admiral Killbride.”

Approaching footsteps stop him from snapping at the young agent. A hand tugs at his bicep before Callen’s voice breaks the tension between the two. “Sam,” the lead agent directs, “Come on- we can’t.”

Sam scowls and backs away from the now wide-eyed agent. He follows Callen to the end of the hallway before snapping, “You okay with this?”

“You know damn well I’m not,” Callen replies exasperatedly. He scratches the back of his neck and glances back to the large video screen. “You strangling an agent isn’t going to help things.”

“If it gets me closer to Brandel, I don’t care!” Sam hisses. He eyes Callen’s impassive expression and recalls part of the creed he had taken to be a Navy SEAL.

I will draw on every remaining ounce of strength to protect my teammates.

“That man went after my little brother,” Sam admits in a softer voice. Westfield’s absolute disregard for his only child reignites the desire to ‘chat’ with the suspect. “They beat the hell out of him, G.”

Calllen’s jaw tightens but he manages to maintain a calm voice as he says, “I know. As much as I’d like...the best thing we can do right now is be at the hospital for Deeks. Sam, we will do everything to make sure that Brandel doesn’t get anywhere near Deeks again. Alright?”

He should agree and move forward, but until Brandel is behind bars, secured and suffering, he won't settle.

He can't.

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Brandel

Somehow, somehow, the brat is still alive.

Gordon John Brandel, now Westfield, scoffs at the innocent looking NCIS agents driving the transportation van that he's handcuffed in. The wooden bench in the back of the van reeks of wet dog, oddly reminding himself of the last time he'd been engaged in anything auto related with the police.

Car accident- Faking a death in a sparsely populated area is much easier than it should be.

The van lurches forward onto a gravel road, rocking the van slightly side to side. The rest of the drive lasts a minute before the vehicle jerks to a stop and both agents slide out of the driver and passenger door without a word.

"Is this supposed to be some sort of theatrics?" Brandel laughs. He is answered with silence for a long moment before the side door opens and a small, older woman with a leather purse over her shoulder peers up at him.

"Who the hell are you?" Brandel snaps. The woman's face is unreadable in an oddly eerie way.

"My name is Henrietta Lange, the operations manager at the Office of Special Projects," the woman replies. Brandel quickly glances beyond the small woman for the other agents and comes up empty.

Did they disappear like a ghost?

"You took one of my people," Hetty adds with a hint of anger in her voice. "You hurt one of my people."

"I took the little sh-"

"That's Investigator Deeks to you," Hetty cuts him off quickly. Brandel settles back against the side of the van. On any other day, he's sure he'd flick the tiny woman and go on his merry way.

Hetty steps closer to the van, enough for her purse to rest on the van floor. "I wanted to alert you that you lost. You tried to break him apart but Mr. Deeks is one of the strongest people I know. He is a husband, a brother, a future father and one of the many who protect this country. You, Mr. Brandel are nothing."

Brandel cocks his head to the right and growls," You don't get to speak to me like that."

"That requires respect, Mr. Brandel." Hetty slides the purse strap off of her shoulder and pulls out a red soft material wrapped by black string. "Which you lost the moment you first hurt your child.You are nothing and I want you to remember that during what happens next."

Brandel watches Hetty lift out a small vial from her bag. His stomach begins to tie into knots. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Henrietta Lange's expression finally changes into a calculated smile.

Oh. He is so dead.

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Hetty

Her little ones are all sleeping scattered in Deeks' hospital room .

Hetty Lange approaches the foot of the bed and sighs at the heaviness in her shoulder blades, metaphorically and realistically. Callen and Sam are sleeping side-by-side in chairs against the wall, both with arms crossed and chin tucked down into their chests.

Kensi sleeps soundly with her head resting on the edge of the bed with her hand extended out to her husband's side. Just as she had in Mexico, she keeps watch over her husband with the same vigil he had after Syria and Afghanistan.

Each protecting the other. For life.

Hetty walks to the opposite side of the bed in a small opening between Sam’s outstretched legs and the edge of the bed. Her view of her once detective now investigator is limited but enough to paint a picture of his injuries.

Bruises line the Investigator's jaw and across his shoulder blades. Above his left swollen eye, a large gash is covered by white bandage.

She can't even imagine the bruises and cuts on the rest of his body.

Hetty rests her hand on his and feels the anxiousness subside slightly when his finger twitches slightly in response. The operations manager chuckles softly," Oh, rest, Mr. Deeks. You've had a nightmare of a day. Rest.”

Hetty takes another glance around the room at her resting agents, inhales slowly before adding, “Your father has lost, Martin. Don’t forget that. And he will never, ever, lay a hand on you again. I should have made sure of that last time, but now, I’ve righted my wrongs. He won’t touch you- that’s a promise.”

#ncis la #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #g callen #sam hanna #hetty lange #bad things happen bingo #bad things bingo

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whumperooni · 4 years

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Doctor natsuo telling his favorite patient she'll feel a lot better if she just spreads her legs and let him treat her the "proper way"

Ooof this ask makes me blush

/fans self

This gives off big, big ol’ creepy doctors treating women for “hysteria” via masturbation vibes and I’m all for it.

Do y’all mind if I just-

(tw: dubcon; humiliation but not like...he doesn’t humiliate reader- just humiliated over the circumstances, unexplained massive and crippling horniness, doctor kink)

Poor, poor you- you’ve been riled up with days, fevered by a sudden lust that has you barely able to think properly, go about your business. Working has been...well. Let’s just say you ended up calling in yesterday after a night of fruitlessly trying to sate this horrible need that’s claimed your body.

It’s so sudden, this- something you’ve never dealt with before. Something strong and horrid and too powerful to resist. You’re helpless to the lust that’s wracking you and it’s embarrassing. It’s mortifying. You just have to make it stop.

So you book an appointment with your doctor- voice breathless as you plead with the receptionist for the earliest appointment available.

Doctor Natsuo is, of course, surprised to see you- he tells you that whenever he walks into the room and finds you squirming on the exam table, crossing and recrossing your thighs.

“What are you here for? You seemed fine last week.”

You were fine last week- you had a normal checkup, picked up your birth control and everything went the same as it always does.

Until you woke up moaning with your hand between your legs.

You blush and you mumble about being inflicted with certain...cravings. That your body is- you’ve been...

You’re barely able to tell Doctor Natsuo about the rampant lust that’s taken over you. It’s so embarrassing- your cheeks flushed and humiliation not allowing you to look him in the eyes. He’s kind, at least- barely even giving a blink as he nods and listens to your stuttered, whispered admission.

He gives you a friendly, warm smile when you’re done and pats your shoulder, soothes the mortification in you when he just says “Let’s see what we can do about that” instead of judging you like you had feared.

He has you change into one of the medical gowns and puts you in a stirrup, smiles reassuringly whenever you flush and hide your mouth with your hand in embarrassment.

It’s humiliating having him move to look over you, but it’s also...it’s also...

Well. Doctor Natsuo is very attractive and you are very horny.

Oh, god, you think. Oh god, please don’t let me get wet during this.

But, of course, you do- how could you not? Doctor Natsuo is gentle as he examines you- big fingers parting your folds sweeter than any lover ever has, his voice soft and so very nice, nonjudgmental as he looks over your horribly needy cunny. You try your best to answer his questions, but it’s hard when he’s so close and all you can think about is his thick digits slipping inside of you and soothing the pressing heat that’s whipped you into a mess all week.

He’s so handsome and you’re so needy- so embarrassed when one his fingers accidentally brushes over you clit and you let out a tiny whimper. He’s quick to reassure you that it’s okay whenever you stutter out an apology- eyes half shut and a smile on his whenever he lifts his head to look over your flushed cheeks and the ashamed tears brightening yours.

“So sensitive,” he comments, finger running through your slit and making you want to shake. “I would say you might have been hit by someone’s quirk, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of one lasting this long. Hmm.”

You have to grip on the chair’s handles tight to keep from grinding your hips against his finger when glances over your clit again and you shudder when his free hand grips your thigh and his thumb smooths across that soft flesh.

“Have you tried pleasuring yourself?” Doctor Natsuo asks- plain and direct and making you want to die as he watches you for a reaction. “Masturbating?”

You fluster and it takes all of you to give the tiniest little nod in response. The hum that Doctor Natsuo gives only further serves to do things to you and you truly think you’re going to die on the spot as he continues to poke and prod at your slowly moistening cunny.

“I take it there’s been no relief from that?” Doctor Natsuo asks- upfront, but light in his tone. You screw your eyes shut as you nod and nearly bite your damn lip off when you feel the tip of his finger circling your hole. “Do you have a partner to help you? Perhaps intercourse is what you need.” “I don’t- I don’t...no...”

Your voice sounds whiny, needy. It’s getting harder to think as your lust grows and your throbbing, hot need pulses down below. You keep flipping from embarrassment and greedy, taboo desire- the horrible wish for your doctor’s finger to slip inside your aching cunny and stuff you full of those big, thick digits of his.

You want him inside and you want this horrid need to be fucked away; you want to run away from this office and hide under your covers and pretend like you’re not about to cream over the good doctor’s fingers.

You’re a horrible patient- a slut that’s subjecting Doctor Natsuo to your overwhelming lust. It’s unfair to him and you shouldn’t think of such things.

(You can’t stop thinking such things.)

“Do you have anyone that could help you alleviate this?” Doctor Natsuo asks. His finger is just resting in the very sliver of your entrance now and it’s driving you fucking mad. You shake your head- cheeks flushed and the hair at your temples dampening with sweat and grip the chair even tighter to keep from pushing back against his digit. It’s so hot in the room and you’re starting to feel more overwhelmed, hazy in your need.

“I see,” Doctor Natsuo says, straightening up. A choked whine leaves you when his hand falls from you and you shudder as steely grey eyes rake over your form. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to help.”

A questioning noise leaves you and something like panic ripples underneath your need when Doctor Natsuo places his hands on your thighs, gives them a rub. They move up higher and higher until his fingers are slipping through your slit again- until you’re gasping and staring at him in shock.

“D-Doctor-?”

“You know,” he tells you, ignoring your flustered squeak- voice conversational and calm despite how his pointer and middle finger are now rubbing against your clit and making you whimper. “Back in the day, doctors used to do this all the time for their patients. It was part of our duty.”

You don’t quite register the words as you squirm in the chair- uneasy but needy and not knowing what to do. Yes, you were just fantasizing about him fingering you but that was fantasy. That wasn’t- you didn’t really want it to happen. (You think?) He’s your doctor and he shouldn’t be doing this- it’s not right. He shouldn’t-

You whimper and he smiles down at you when your knees knock together, places his big hands on them and spreads them apart once more.

“Come now- there’s no need to be shy,” he says- voice soothing and kind as he teases his finger at your hole. “Be a good patient and let Doctor Natsuo take proper care of you.”

His finger sinks into your heat and you whimper, again. A choked whine leaves you as your pussy clamps down around his digit and a sob follows after- face turning away from him in mortification and eyes screwing shut even as your hips rock against him.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises as if you’re a child being brave and not squirming during a shot. You sob- louder this time- and buck your hips against his fingers when his thumb circles your clit, feel your body start to tighten as pleasure flares all throughout you. You whine- confused and needy and unable to stop this- and shudder whenever you hear the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down.

“There, there,” Doctor Natsuo murmurs, teasing another finger against your hole. “No need to fuss- I’m going to make you feel so much better, okay? Just be good for me and I’ll make it all go away.”

Go away...yes. Yes, you need this to go away.

You sniffle and you nod- giving in to the need pulsing through you and allowing Doctor Natsuo to take care of you.

#Anonymous #natsuo todoroki x reader #natsuo x reader #rooni's shit #sorry this took so long nonny;;;;#i kept getting distracted and H word imagining it u.u

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years

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Nothing's More Important Than Quidditch

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Some Swearing. Highly Suggestive. Someone gets hurt.

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Using Prompts two and three: "OH...MY...GOOOOD!"/"MY EYES! MY EEYEES!"

Fred and George Weasley were men of simple tastes. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred he would argue that there were nothing more important than Quidditch.

He'd never missed a game. Never missed a practice, and had been able to afford it he'd never miss a Cup. So that being said, you can imagine how shocked his team were when he told them he wasn't feeling well enough to train tonight.

"You're dying aren't you?"

"What? No, Lee. I'm not dying!"

"Then I'm sorry I mustn't have heard right when, the Fredrick Gideon Weasley, just said he wasn't well enough to play Quidditch?"

"Piss off."

It was Sunday lunch in the Great Hall and Angelina had the whole Gryffindor team huddled together. She was discussing her newest game strategies when Fred spoke abruptly, all eyes bulging at his words. Expressions a mixture of confusion and concern. Fred never. Missed. A. Game.

"Hey!" [Y/N] had arrived and happily sat her self amongst her close group of friends. "What's with the faces?" Her brows furrowed as she filled a Goblet with her favourite drink.

"Fred says he's not training Tonight." Angelina answered, still gawking at the Redhead in question.

[Y/N] choked on her drink. "He's what!?" She coughed, hand on her chest in shock.

"It's not a big deal!" Fred groaned. "I've just got one cracker of a headache. Need to sleep it off and I'll be right as rain." He forced a smile, though to the group it appeared more as a painful grimace.

"Well, I do hope you feel better." [Y/N] leant over the table, placing her hand atop of his to offer some comfort with a reassuring smile. "What about the rest of you?" She straightened herself, taking a pastry from the bowl infront of them as she did so.

"We're still training" George replied, "Not all of us roll over because of a wittle headache" he pouted at his brother, trying to stir him up. Fred retaliated, through the light laughter of his friends, by throwing a bread roll at his brother.

"Coming to watch, [Y/N]?" George spoke, still laughing as he brushed crumbs from his clothes.

"Afraid I can't, tonight."

"What!?" Lee groaned, "come on! I'm going!"

"Yes, well as tempting as it may be to spend more time by your side Lee", she leant into him with doey eyes batting her eyelashes flirtatiously, hands cupping his bicep. Returning to her previous position she continued, "I have so much Homework to do it's not funny. I'll find myself joining the next Headless Hunt if I don't hand Snape his Most Potent Poisons Assessment tomorrow."

"Barrell of fun you two are, today" George rolled his eyes.

"Right, well the rest of you. We've got training to do!" Angelina stood, gesturing for the Quidditch team to follow. Somewhat begrudgingly, with various disapproving moans escaping their lips, they made for the Pitch.

"Positive you'll be okay, Freddie?" George lagged behind in a final ditch effort to convince his brother to join them. "You could always just watch from the stands."

"I'm positive, Georgie. I'm just not right at the moment."

"Do you want me to stay? I will if that's what you'd prefer..."

"Who are you? Mum now?" Fred joked "Get out of here you sap!" He waved his arm as if trying to shoo him from the hall.

"Don't worry, George. I'll look after him" [Y/N] assured.

"Such a faithful little bestie you are." He said while ruffling her hair. "Alright then, see you two in a couple hours" he waved to them as he ran to catch up with his team.

"Come on you. Let's get you to bed." [Y/N] spoke to Fred and they made their way to the common room.

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So much for a couple hours. Mere forty minutes later saw the same team arriving back through the Fat Lady.

"How was I supposed to know she was right behind me!?" George complained loudly, followed closely into the room by the light giggles of Lee and Harry. No such laughter, however, could be heard from the mouth of the Gryffindor Captain.

"A concussion George! You gave Katie a concussion!" She was near shouting at the boy.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY! I didn't see her!" He threw his arms up in defence. "Pomfrey says she'll be right in a few days, what's the fuss?"

"The fuss, George, is that we just lost a whole night's training! You're just lucky our next game isn't for another fortnight, Weasley. I have to take Katie some things for her stay in the Hospital Wing, YOU! had better think fast about how to make this up to her." With a final menacing point of her finger Angelina stormed off towards the dormitory she shared with Katie.

"Should we check on Fred?" Lee spoke to break the guilty silence.

"Yeah, hey - don't forget to tell him how his Golden Boy brother sent our best chaser to the infirmary!" Harry goaded making his way over to Hermione and Ron by the fire.

"Little prat" George grumbled as he and Lee made their way to the dormitory. Lee was laughing hard at his friends remark."He doesn't watch it he won't be 'The Boy who lived' for much longer. Might pick up where You-Know-Who left off." George went on as he leant his back against the door, pushing it open as his hand twisted the door knob. Lee's laughter only increased.

"I'd like to see you- OH...MY...GOOOOD!!" laughter and smiles faded instantly as his eyes fell on the tangled mess of sheets and the bodies of his two close friends in place of where Fred should have been resting.

The sudden exclamations catching the attention of [Y/N] and Fred, their eyes shooting directly across the, should have been empty, bedroom.

"SHIT!" Fred yelled as he pulled off of [Y/N] and covered her with his blanket. "YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO BE BACK FOR A COUPLE HOURS!"

"MY EYES! MY EEYYEES!!" George screamed dramatically. Turning away from the scene he covered his face by his hands, desperately trying to lose the imagine of his brothers and best friends mostly naked bodies.

"It's not what you think!" [Y/N] began, throwing Fred's jumper on over her head which could very well have been a dress on her. She stood, tugging at the material willing it to stay in place before fixing her hair.

"It doesn't look like you were napping!" Lee snapped sarcastically, "nor does it look much like a POTIONS ASSIGNMENT!"

"[Y/N]" George began, not turning to face the two - rather speaking to the ceiling as his back faced them. "I know you said you'd look after my brother but MERLIN I should have laid out some guidelines, that is not how you handle a headache."

Fred had put on a pair of trousers and a singlet and quickly made his way to stand infront of the two boys, arms out pleadingly, "I know you're both a little shocked right now and this is going to take some time to process but for the love of GODRICK!" He clenched his teeth and spoke in a low growl, "would you keep your voices down before the entire bloody common room hears yo-"

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" Ron had burst through the door. "Oh God" Fred groaned throwing his head back walking away from the door.

"We heard shouting, is everything okay?" Hermione asked frantic, as Harry followed her in.

"Yes, Hermione everything's fine -" [Y/N] went to explain.

"NO!" Lee interrupted "NO! THEY'RE DOING IT!" He screamed pointing his finger accusingly at the two red-faced teens. Harrys eyes were wide with shock.

"It's not what you all think! Please just listen to me..." Fred begged as [Y/N] stood beside him. Looking to one another defeatedly.

Everyone, aside from George, turned to face them. Awaiting the explanation as to why these two had been...doing what they were.

"Uhmmm..." seeing the group stare before him suddenly ran Freds mind blank. "This isn't the first time this has happened. Actually it happens a lot." Not the best opener. The group grimaced, looking very uncomfortable at their friends confession. [Y/N] dropped her head into her hand. "What I mean is" he tried to recover, "this isn't a one time deal. We're not just fooling around, we're..." the words caught in his throat.

What were they? A couple? Was he wrong and they were just friends with benefits? What was this?

They looked at one another, Fred's eyes searching [Y/N]'s face for the answer. She smiled, grabbing his hand gently.

"We're together" she spoke. Eyes not leaving Fred.

"That's great and all. But this is still traumatising." Lee deadpanned as he gestured between the couple and Fred's bed.

George cleared his throat, "umm, yeah. I'm really happy for you two."

"That'd be more convincing, had you actually said it to us rather than the wall." [Y/N] laughed. Fred threw his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. Georges head turned slightly, eyeing the two in his peripheral before shutting his eyes tightly. Trying to muster the courage. "Yeah, sorry bout that just...it may be difficult to look at you the same for a while. I saw a lot more than I'd had like to." Everyone laughed at the comment. The light atmosphere helping him to relax a bit he turned to face them. Even if his eyes fixed to anything but them.

"Wait a minute." Harrys laughter had stopped completely. "Did you two plan this whole thing?"

"I guarantee we never planned on getting caught" Fred replied.

Rolling his eyes Harry continued "ditching practice I mean."

Lee and George both looked at each other before slowly turning to glare at the couple.

"Well. Yeah" [Y/N] answered.

A slow clap started to sound throughout the room as Lee and George mockingly applauded the two. "Well done. Truly you two that was quite the convincing performance." George smirked. "Honestly, [Y/N], that spit take really sold the whole thing. Couldn't have done better myself." Lee nodded as she playfully curtsied with her hand on the seam of Fred's jumper.

"WELL!" Lee clapped once loudly, rubbing his hands together. "This calls for a celebration. Shall we?" He bowed to the door, ushering everyone from the room.

"Ummm Lee. Mind if I put some pants on first?"

"If you-OH! right. Yeah. Meet you two down there!" He was the last to leave, closing the door with a quick wink.

Fred and [Y/N] looked shyly back to one another before breaking into fits of side splitting laughter. Fred wrapping his arms around her waist as they calmed down.

"So...we're together, huh?" He grinned resting their foreheads against one another.

"Only if that's what you want." [Y/N] placed her hands on his chest, eyes nervously searching his.

"That's all I've ever wanted" he moved a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her lips into his. Kissing her like he never had before.

Fred and George Weasley were simple men. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred, he would argue there were nothing more important than Quidditch. Well...maybe one thing.

#prompt list fics #prompt list #writing prompts #hp imagine #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #George weasley #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley imagine

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checkingoutforheroes · 3 years

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I’LL CATCH YOU

Part 2

Natasha x reader

Flufffffff

Y/n: That’s all I needed. Thank you Clint!

Clint: You’re welcome. Hey, where are you going?

Y/n: Find Natasha.

Clint: Nuh uh. You gotta help me feed these chickens and take some of eggs for breakfast first young lady.

Y/n: I don’t know how to feed them!

Clint gives 2 buckets at you: You are an Avengers Y/n. You’ll figure it out. I have to shower my fish.

Clint goes back inside his house alone.

Steve: Clint, where’s Y/n?

Clint: She’s feeding the chickens in the barn.

Natasha: You trust her with your chickens?

Clint: No, I trust my chickens with her. Relax, those chicken not going to eat her alive.

Tony: Y/n in a barn feeding chickens. That’s something new. You got cameras in your barn right?

Natasha chuckle: Tony... Come on.

Tony: What? It’s going to be such a positive impact on our little fans. Headline: Miss Avenger With Nature. I bet it’s cute.

Wanda: Breakfast ready! Where’s Y/n?

Tony: She’s enjoying the nature.

Wanda: I’ll go get her. You guys eat first.

Clint: Maybe just let her. I just gave her the birds and the bees talk. Let’s give her some time. *wink

Wanda understand: Ahaaa... Okay.

Meanwhile in the barn

Y/n open the door: That's... That's a lot of chickens. They're just chickens Y/n. Stay calm & feed the chickens, collect their eggs. I can do that.

You see the eggs but you didn't have something to put it in so, you just put it in your pocket. Luckily the pockets are big enough.

4 chickens running out of the barn and you are trying to chase them because being your idiot self, you didn't shut the door back after you entered. Not putting the bucket down, now the whole chickens running out of it chasing you.

Y/n screaming: Aaahhhh!! Get a way from me! Shuuuu!! Stop chasing me!

Y/n: Oh man! That is so not cool! Urghhhh, great. Now I have to get more eggs. You're lucky I don't choke you. *stare at a chicken.

In the house.

Steve: what's that sound?

Tony laughs: God I got this on camera!

Maria to Clint: How long you think she'll figure out to put down the bucket?

Clint: Have some faith in her.

Tony recording: Agent Hill, say something for the fans.

Maria: And that kid, is something that Y/n will get revenge for. Clint's chickens.

10 minutes later

Y/n walks into the house: Here we go. Farm fresh eggs for breakfast!

Wanda laughing: Oh God Y/n. What happened to you?

Y/n: Wait. Why are you and Natasha cleaning? You guys already had breakfast?! You all couldn't wait??

Steve chuckles: Doll, we've waited.

Tony recording: Eventually we need to get on with the rest of our lives.

Y/n glares at Clint: 'Shower my fish', your ass.

Maria: Which mission I put you on this morning? Did the mission success or go long way to the south?

Clint: Covered in eggs and feathers, it is a successful mission.

Y/n: Ha! Ha! So funny.

Wanda: Did you put eggs in your pocket?

Y/n sigh: N.. Yes...

Wanda: Oh sweety, why? It's okay, I've saved you something to eat.

Natasha: Do you want me to help you clean up?

Y/n: No.

Natasha: Oka...

Y/n: Actually, I have something to talk with you.

Natasha: Okay.

Wanda: Guys, can we go outside? We need to teach Clint's fish to walk. Come on, let's go!

Steve: Clint have fish too? Wait, walking the fish?! Is that a thing now?

Tony: Can we just go grandpa? I left the camera on recording.

Natasha: Come, sit here.

Y/n: I... It's okay, I don't want to get these eggs on Laura's chair to. You can seat.

Natasha: You're standing, then I am too. What is it that you want to talk about?

Y/n nervous: Hokay! Clint and I have a little talk earlier and it made me realized something. I know and the whole team knows that I am the most clumsy person in the team and it freaked Maria and Fury out a lot!

Natasha smiling: But you survived.

Y/n: Yeah, because of you. And Tony, Steve, Clint, Wanda. I owe all of you guys so much for being alive right now.

Natasha: We are a team Y/n. We take care of our own. You're only almost two years in this job. You still have a lot of time to work on and getting better. Everyone in this team had lost somebody who meant something in our life. I don't think we can handle another loss.

Y/n: You're right. I don't think I can too. I have been falling a lot, almost my whole life. Hell I fell in the barn less an hour ago. Trust me, I'm going to murder Clint's chickens one day.

Natasha giggles: I can tell. Maybe be more careful next time, ya?

Y/n: That's the thing. That, I can handle. The falls, I can just walk it off but, I can't help falling in love with you.

Natasha: ...

Y/n: It's a... It's stupid, I know. Clint said I have nothing to lose, that I will not get the answer if I don't ask. He also told me to get off my own ass. It's cool though, no need to be awkward or anyth...

Natasha: I'll catch you.

Y/n: What?

Natasha: I'll catch you if you fall Y/n, because I already fell, for you.

Y/n: I know you guys are watching. Wanda, can you fly one of those pan and knock my head so I know that I am not dreaming or under influence?

Natasha: No need Wanda. I can do it. Will this next thing I'm gonna do will tell you that this is real?

Y/n: Depends. Are you going to stab me?

Natasha pulls y/n to kiss: Even better.

Tony: We should celebrate this. Party at the tower tomorrow!! I'll get Thor.

Steve: Congratulations you two.

Wanda: Awww you guys finally did it. You know I can hear you guys months ago. Your thoughts were so loud.

Clint: The tension between them was too high either.

Maria look at Tony's camera: And that kids, is how your Black Widow and Y/n is an item.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #avengers x reader #black widow #avengers x y/n #wanda maximoff #tony stark #steve rogers #maria hill #clint barton #scarlet witch #iron man #captain america #hawkeye #agent hill #avengers #wandavision

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fragileizywriting · 2 years

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OMG can't wait for marinette adrien and luka to go all pretty woman in the private school 🗣️ how dare them!!! the nerve !!!

it takes them four other schools before they make it to this one.

there's a receptionist at the front. she's eating an apple and listening to the radio-- it's a soap opera that marinette really likes. she's missed the last couple of days because she's been so busy, but one more look at the receptionist and she almost does a spit-take.

the receptionist does, too.

she chokes on her apple, scrambling to get up from her seat and lower the volume on the radio to just a whisper. she looks petrified, shivering in her skirts, squeaking out a hello.

"you-- oh!" she doesn't even look to adrien or luka. "oh wow!! you-- you're really-- oh, jesus--"

"is everything okay?" marinette asks her when the woman rounds the desk.

"absolutely! sorry, i just-- i can't believe you're here, at this school too!" she grins. they greet each other in cusubusc, and she's about to finally acknowledge the other two when emma slips and tumbles at luka's feet. he catches her before she conks her head on the floor. "and-- look at this! look at how big your cradle is!!"

"we've been to a bunch of other schools before this one," luka sighs, picking up emma by the arms, who is threatening to take off her shoes altogether, gathering her up in a hug. she loves wearing mary janes with the frilly socks, and they're the only shoes she'll wear-- it's either that or barefoot. "would you be willing to give us a tour?"

"of course! i-- oh dear-- we weren't expecting you three to show up, especially after all the other schools that had offered to take in your kids!"

"they would've treated emma differently," marinette explains.

"well, there's no need to worry about that here," the receptionist smiles wide, baby fangs apparent. "as you know, the capital is much more tolerant of mixed schooling than in the countryside-- and now, more than ever because of you, we're seeing so many new succubi entering schools."

"aren't you going to tell mama to go to the..." louis struggles to remember the name. "...the employee...?"

"the employee?" the woman asks, her afro bobbing when she kneels down in front of him so he can speak to her without looking up.

"the place where mama kept getting sent at the other schools!" emma exclaims, tucking into luka's shoulder.

"i'm sorry, little princess, but i don't know what that is."

"the "employee routes" for nannys-- the other schools kept sending me away," marinette groans. "they were so convinced that i'm a nanny that they kept telling me to walk along the employee walkways or stay in the carriage."

the receptionist squeaks in alarm. "a nanny? they had no idea, did they?"

"none." at least adrien doesn't look so aggressive this time, choosing instead to smile. his shoulders loosen up as the receptionist worries her bottom lip almost raw.

"and to think, after everything you've done for the kingdom, they have no idea..." the receptionist sighs. "i apologize for them, your majesty."

this school is a lot better than the others. there isn't that sterile, clean scent that followed them around in the other schools-- it smells warm, and comforting, and the kids love the way the walls are decorated with colorful paper flowers. the receptionist is kind, absolutely indulgent with emma who's eyes go so round and so wide when she figures out that the receptionist is a succubus herself.

"you're like mom?"

"i very much am," she grins. "i'm just like you, too."

"but do you have a cradle, like us?" hugo interrupts with a gasp. oh, god. curse hugo for being able to read marinette's desires to know! she's in the process of shushing him and telling him to be polite...

but the receptionist beams. "i do! oh, it's so good to hear such young new-helds know about that! i can tell you've raised your three children to be just like other new-helds, huh? how wonderful!"

"three?" jules finally speaks up. "wh-- uh-- what about me?"

"you have far too much magic for someone who is only eight years old," the receptionist laughs. "you've got a nasty spell on you, huh?"

"whoa. you know that?"

"it was a guess! a very good guess, i'll be honest. now, please, follow me and i'll give you the tour?"

they don't even need it. they've made up their mind-- but they follow behind anyway, because they're eager to see what the place looks like.

#speakizys #demon lovin

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mcyt-amber-tftsmp · 3 years

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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟... {𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

Request?: HeartsYeallow

Character: Ranbob

Side Character(s): Basically the rest of The Lost City of Mizu cast

Story-type: Starts out platonic but it's mainly Angst and a bit of fluff Romance but not too much

Story Length: 3455 words

AU or Not: AU of sorts but Ranbob being in his enderwalk when he went full-murder on the fishermen

Time Period: Future basically

Plot Summary: It the incident where Ranbob killed the fisher men but Y/n tagged along while the four were mostly exploring Y/n actually got to know Ranbob a bit then when Y/n saw he killed Cletus I believe she came to be uh scared but still knows hes not doing it and such, anyway time skip when its just Isaac, Charles and Y/n are the only one left alive and Ranbob trapped them but Y/n rushed her self to Ranbob and snapped him out of his murderous mind— and saving the others and she told the two to go ahead and leave Mizu and she'll catch up with and she talked to him and comforted him in a way

Small Info: Ranbob has the enderstate where he does things he doesn't know he does like the murders- and he didn't open up with anybody til Y/n come and her friends came to mizu also Y/N is like Isaac's little sister who's younger by two years with Isaac being 22 years old and everything else

Keywords:

Y/N = Your Name

Trigger Warning:

- Burning To Death Twice - Slight Blood - Small Panic Attack - Repeated Words - Mentions Of Death

Normal Warning: Cringey as heck-

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Y/N's Point of View~

The only thing I could see outside while walking around the place was just water and the aquatic life going on with it's lives in water. Now people might be wondering, where the heck am I exactly? Well you see we are currently exploring an underwater city called the City of Mizu which happens to be the Underwater City of Beauty and they got the beauty part pretty much right!

Basically what happened is that my older brother, Isaac took me with his three friends to wherever they usually go until I found this book lying on the ground which talked about Mizu. So we basically decided to go over to explore the area and while doing so we met an enderman hybrid named Ranbob.

From what I know about him is that he's pretty socially awkward considering when he met us he was a bit nervous when he introduced himself and Cletus was practically making him uncomfortable by sniffing him or doing something which was annoying him. I would sometimes yell at Cletus to stop it saying that he's making him uncomfortable.

I mostly tagged along with Ranbob while Isaac, Cletus, Charles and Benji were exploring and walking around the place. I was able to get to know him a bit more which actually helped him talk to me freely without getting nervous or something.

He was actually a really nice guy even if he looked pretty intimidating and all. What I liked most was his heterochromatic eyes which on his right side was yellow and on the other it was purple. He was also pretty tall and handsome- okay moving on!

Yeah I may or may not have somehow fallen in love with him too. I don't know what it is but I guess I could say it was just us basically having a conversation together and getting to know each other so well and maybe it's his voice cause it's pretty calming and I like it. His voice is something I could fall asleep to if I wanted.

Right now we were just walking around in the library. My brother and his friends ran off somewhere looking through somethings while i was looking through names of books trying to see which one I could read and that was when a certain book caught my eye.

The cover of the book was black and it look slightly dusty like it hasn't ever been touched by anyone. I slowly took the book out of the shelf carefully so as to not accidentally make the other books drop from the shelf. I then dusted away the small dust particles as I looked at the book.

"The Enderstate?" I said in a small questioning and confused tone.

"I see you found this book." I heard a voice behind me which made me slightly jump as I looked to see it was Ranbob as I left out a huge sigh of relief.

"Oh it's just you and I did I guess? Do you know what's it about?" I asked as he stayed silent for a bit before he spoke.

"Well... How do I put this into words?" He said while looking pretty hesitant.

"The Enderstate or Enderwalk is similar to sleepwalking or dissociation, where endermen hybrids like me have little awareness of surroundings, and it may last for hours at a time. You could say that... we do things we don't intend on doing at times and we don't have control of ourselves in the process. You would have to knock or slap them back to reality... if it's possible." He said explaining as I listened though I did notice the slight nervousness in his voice which I shook off thinking it was nothing.

It was something pretty interesting to know considering I have never known about this. I eventually put the book back in its place as Ranbob continued with the tour. Later Isaac found small lever key which lead to a tree dome.

Isaac handed the key to Ranbob who led us down the hallway to a closed room. I saw Ranbob place the lever key in its place as he pulled it down as the door slowly opened to reveal a glass dome which consisted of a huge tree in the middle.

I stood awed as I looked at the tree. It was really beautiful. Isaac and his friends were just looking around the place as I stood in place but after a while I realized that Ranbob was nowhere near me. I didn't even know where and when he ran off.

I snapped back from my thoughts when I heard my brother yell as he pointed towards the tree saying that there is a chest on top of it. We were all trying to figure out on who would climb the tree to get the chest. We then decided that Cletus should go over to retrieve whatever was inside the chest.

As Cletus was about to go up, I heard Benji say something which made Cletus come back as they argued and Charles was trying to calm them down. I then heard Isaac say if I had seen Ranbob in which I shook my head since I had no clue where he was.

Then after a few minutes Cletus reached the semi-top of the tree saying he found the chest as he slowly opened it. Isaac asked what it said in their but then something caught my eye. I thought it was nothing but then I heard a voice which I recognized very well.

"People don't live after coming here. They die." I heard Ranbob said as he jumped down from God knows where as I noticed the fire on top of the tree.

"Is it on fire?!" I heard Isaac exclaim looking at the tree and looked at Cletus who was cornered at the edge of the tree.

Charles and Benji were telling Cletus to drop the book and to jump down but then I saw how Cletus was set on fire as Ranbob then pushed him back only for Cletus to fall to his death. I stood stunned and scared as I looked at Ranbob with fear but then I realized something.

What if he was in the enderstate? He wouldn't do this in general, right?! I had so many thoughts running through my mind but it was interrupted as Isaac grabbed my arm and ran out of the room. I was about to say something but he already pulled down the lever to trap Ranbob in the tree room.

Isaac read the book as he led us down to wherever we are supposed to go. After a few, we came to a room which had lava but there was something on top of the wall. Benji said that he would be the one to retrieve what was inside the chest as he jumped on the stone platforms as he slowly parkoured his way there.

I was too scared to look considering he was taking a huge risk parkouring over the platforms and if he accidentally missteps he will fall and burn in lava. I looked over at him to see he was doing fine and he was just two steps away from reaching the place.

But I may have spoken too soon cause I don't know what happened but Benji somehow tripped over the last step and fell towards the flowing hot lava. I saw Isaac running after him as he reached out a hand but it was too late. I choked back tears as I saw witnessed Benji burning to death. There was nothing we could do.

Then I saw Isaac give his books and other things he had to Charles saying that he was going to get to the top to retrieve the item in the chest. I widened my eyes. I couldn't lose him. He was the only family I had after our parents died.

"Isaac no! Please I can't lose you!" I said as Isaac gave me a hug.

"I will be okay just hold on for me okay. I promise." he said letting go as he took a deep breath and jumped onto the first platform.

I was shaking as he slowly parkoured over to the platforms. He looked pretty hesitant and scared knowing one wrong step and he will die. By the time I knew it he took the last step and reached the chest. I saw him take out something from the chest which looked like a lever key.

Isaac was saying that it was the final room key which could help us escape. Then he said that he was going to jump down from the slightly huge height as Charles said he would catch him. he took a deep breath as he jumped down and somewhat landed in Charles' arms as he fell backwards.

"Are you okay?" I asked as Isaac stood up only to slightly limp as I looked over at his foot to see that it was slightly bleeding.

"Not really but I will be fine. Are you alright Charles?" He asked looking over at the younger boy who nodded.

"Yeah just a little hurt in the head but overall okay." He said as he gave back Isaac's things as Isaac led us to the new room.

Isaac put the lever in it's place but stepped back a bit. I looked over to see he was looking really light headed as I helped him breathe as Charles helped. I could imagine that was very scary and the fact that we saw both our friends burn to death.

But I was still thinking if Ranbob was in his enderstate cause I don't think he would do something like this. Isaac told Charles to flip the switch but he then suddenly interrupted him form doing so as he said somethings.

"Okay I don't know what is in there but no matter what? We are gonna make it... For Cletus and Benji okay?" He said as Charles and I nodded.

Isaac then pulled down the lever as we entered the final room. The room was very unusual considering the amount of diamond armor was lined up on both sides of the walls along with diamond swords placed behind them.

The room was also decorated with green pillars and obsidian like walls. There were a few barrels and chests placed on the sides but they were all empty according to Isaac. Then he went over towards the white tiled steps which led to a glass window. I followed behind him to see what it was.

Behind the glass room was a marble statue of a man who wore armor and had a sword hung from the sides. The armor design was slightly hidden by the cape and he happened to wear a white mask. Charles then came up behind us to see what we were looking at.

"What the heck is that?!" He said as he looked at the statue.

"What is this...?" Isaac said looking at it.

"That is the weirdest thing I have ever seen..." Charles said.

"Looks like a cave." Isaac said as he looked over at a small opening from across the room which was definitely an exit.

I then heard small footsteps as I looked behind me to see Ranbob coming over with a netherite sword in his hands and he looked slightly dazed but I don't think anyone noticed that. I started to think this was something to do with the enderwalk state.

I looked over to see Isaac and Charles panicking like mad saying things about how he killed Cletus and all the other things that have happened recently. I seriously just stood and watched in shock.

"Everyone here had an idol that they worshipped. That's why the rooms were all themed like one of the idols from the past." He said stopping for a bit as Isaac spoke.

"Is yours Ranboo-" He was saying until he got interrupted.

"And mine was Dream!" He said I looked at him and then back at the window to look at the statue.

"Is that this man?" Isaac said coming towards the glass gesturing towards the statue as I noticed Ranbob coming towards us.

"Yes. Like I said nobody-" Ranbob responded in a monotone voice but was interrupted.

"Was Dream a good man?" Isaac asked slightly scared as he held onto my arm as Ranbob paused taking in his question.

"Yes yes he was a very good man..." He said as Isaac broke the glass as he stepped dragging me with him as he slowly let go but made sure I was near him.

"... Depending on what you think good is..." he said as Charles came in the room backing away from Ranbob who slowly came behind him.

"Nobody- nobody leaves here..." He said as I saw him coming slowly towards Charles.

"What do you mean nobody leaves here...?" he said as I saw Ranbob raising his sword and was about to strike Charles.

I couldn't let this happen so I broke into a sprint as I pushed Charles out of the way. I heard Isaac scream my name as I looked to see the sword about to hit me but I was quick enough to stop him as I grabbed him by the wrist with both my hands to stop him from hitting me but he was pushing back with a greater strength.

"Are you seriously asking for a death wish Y/N?! If so then that's what you will be getting." I heard Ranbob say as I felt my right arm burn in pain as I saw five claw marks as blood started to pool out from the freshly cut skin. I yelped in pain as tears welled up in my eyes but that didn't stop me.

"N-No... But I know the real Ranbob won't do this! Wake up! Just f***ing wake up Ranbob!" I yelled at him as tears streamed down my face as I made out the shocked expression on Ranbob's face.

I quickly kicked him on the knees with my foot as he lost his balance and that gave me the chance to punch him in the jaw as he fell to the ground slightly hitting his head first. I was at this point panting and breathing too hard. I thought I was going to die.

I looked over at Charles and Isaac who were shocked and confused. Then I looked at the sword as I kicked it out of sight. Then I heard a small groan as I looked over to see Ranbob slowly sitting up as he rubbed the side of his head with his right hand.

"W-what happened? Where-" He stopped himself as he had a look of realization as he noticed the netherite sword on the side and the fresh claw marks on front arm.

"D-did I-I... What did I do...?" He said looking pretty scared.

"What do you mean 'what did I do'?! You literally killed Cletus and nearly killed-" I heard Isaac yell as I stopped him.

"Isaac stop! He was enderwalking! He wasn't in control of himself and didn't know what he was doing!" I yelled back which made him stop as he in shock.

Then I heard heavy breathing beside me to see Ranbob looking down on his knees while his hands were over on the side of his head. He looked like he was having a panic attack and this made me worried.

"No no no no no no no. Not again not again not again. Please no I can't..." I heard him whisper repeatedly as he was in tears.

I looked over at Charles and Isaac who seemed to look at him in slight pity and worry. I knelt down to Ranbob's level as I put a gentle hand on his left hand hoping it would clam him down. I then looked at the two.

"Isaac? Take Charles with you and go ahead. I will catch up to you guys later." I said and I could tell Isaac was going to protest but Charles put a hand on Isaac's shoulder as he stopped and went over leaving both me and Ranbob alone in the room.

"Ranbob? Please look at me..." I said as he was still in tears as he slowly looked up but didn't make eye contact with me. He looked so broken that it made me want to cry.

"Ranbob calm down... it's alright." I said trying to reassure him but it seemed to make him upset.

"How is this okay Y/N?! I killed one of your brother's friend and the other died trying to help you guys get out and I nearly killed Isaac and Charles in here! I hurt you and nearly killed you!" He yelled out in frustration as he broke down in tears again.

I gave him a huge hug as he wasted no time to hug me back as he buried his head in my shoulder as i could feel it getting wet due to his tears. How long has this been happening? Was this the reason he was very nervous when he met us? He was scared that he would kill us.

"It's not your fault... You weren't in control of yourself..." I said as I could feel him lift his head as he looked at me.

"How can it not be my fault when I hurt and nearly killed the one girl I loved the most!?" He exclaimed as I looked at him shocked after hearing what he said.

He... loved me...? I didn't know what to say other than blush at his words. I looked at him to see his head down as he was scared to look at me thinking I was not going to return my feelings. I understood why he might be thinking this considering the things he has done. I hugged him back as he flinched at my sudden action.

"It's okay Ranbob... I love you too. It's okay." I said and I could tell he was in shock from my response not even expecting it.

He then slowly pushed me away form the hug as he made him face me and then he slowly leaned as he connected his lips with mine, kissing me. I slowly kissed back as I used my hands to slowly move away the tears from his face.

We gradually pulled away as he gently pressed his head against mine while I had my hand on the side of his head. I hated seeing anyone sad especially Ranbob. We sat in silence as we stayed in the same position.

"Please don't leave me..." I heard him choke out as I let out a small sigh.

"I promise i won't... I will always come back to you..." I said closing my eyes as we continued to stay the way we were.

"Things will get better for you Ranbob." I finished saying.

I prayed things would get better. I know they would!

I believe in him.

I love him so much for this.

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rockinmyownboat · 2 years

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I've become way too smart for the good of my penis.

I used to be like a blood hound on a tampon with toxic women. I could track her for miles if I could just get a quick whiff of that Ed Hardy perfume.

I miss feeling invincible. But no matter hard I tried to deny it I was not gonna be superman with a doomsday level sex drive forever. Reality is a bitch, okay? When she gets her canines in, She bites hard.

Most of the time, we don't like it.

I was gonna catch something from someone. Theres good ol' 'rona. Or herpes. Or the twig and berries could swell up like fucked up balloon animals and explode for all I know.... im no expert on health risks. That's the CDC's job. There's scarier shit than herpes waiting to take down a fine distinguished penis that's kept its head held high.

the pleasure scales are getting dumped in the risk assessment.

Have you seen post-30 dating Options these days? It's as high risk as shopping for healthcare. You're either over-reaching for privatized care that will fuck you out of your life savings. Or you're scraping the bottom of the barrel for the most common resources that mostly involve webcam appointments

Believe me. My member hates me for my intuition. I'm shocked he hasn't rallied my testicles by now. Any day, I expect to wake up to a sign sticking out of my boxer briefs saying "Ball Lives Matter."

my dog goes crazy when he sees a squirrel. This equipment here (gestures downward) is exactly the same way. It understands the concept of "GO!"(points) green light! That's it. No red light. It works exactly the way God intended it.

He hasn't liked it much since I canceled his Twitter account. He cries in the middle of the night sometimes. There's only so much cottling i can do before it feels like im playing with him though. It never helps. The attempts to choke out his sorrow just make him cry more.

The truth is, it was too easy for me. It was! I know that sounds totally douchey of me to say. But I figure at this point, in for Penny, in for the pound, right?

Ironic. Pounding Penny was what got me in trouble to begin with.

A toxic Electra complex wants two things: an attention source to validate like her dad never did. And someone to show that attention in a creative unique way.

In other words, by becoming her source of attention and owning a guitar, I have just opened the floodgates to her uterus.

It's that easy.

If you can succesfully Bust out a banging rendition of Wonderwall at the perfect time of night, you will get laid.

Thats because almost every woman alive has some version of a Rockstar fantasy. If you don't believe me, think about this: Why is Luke Bryan so popular when he looks like he should have a sidekick named Beavis trailing him everywhere?

Exactly.

Have you ever been hatefucked by a perfect 10 trying to get Oasis out of her head?

She "hates that you played it so well." And now every time she hears it, she won't be able to get YOU out of her head. Either way you win this round.

But it's only half the battle...

You gotta be a lot more interesting than a 90s acoustic cover to keep her hanging on. Oh she'll be great for a while. But get comfortable with Mr. Bryan, Taylor Swift and The Spice Girls joining you on your roadtrips. If you don't wannabe sticking a drill bit thru each ear drum after 15 minutes of Swift whining, you're a stronger man than me.

More importantly, if you can remember her ACTUAL NAME isn't "Girl" after listening to Luke Bryan (huh huh), you're a sharper tool than me

Word to the wise: any perfect 10 that YOU can get out of their panties with a guitar will drop 'em just as easily for the next semi-talented guy that shows up with a wink and a smile. She's got YOUR wink on lockdown and your smile in holding.... You think she can't get them from a hotter guy easier than she got it from you?

Girls with options have no problem reminding you that they have options. And they're looking. Constantly. That "old friend" she told you about that shes excited about on Facebook who was "like my brother in high school!!!"

If she's not sniffing his goods yet, she's making meticulous mental notes of his every move in her feed. It's only a matter of time before she's assessing income disparities between you. If you're not enough to keep her attention when he slides into her DMs, Then her "high school bro" becomes the squirrel she's gonna leave your dumbass for.

We all cringe at the thought, right? But here's the hardest fact about a shallow trophy relationship:

you don't give a fuck as long as she... fucks.... you.

Even if all you do is fight and fuck... or talk about weather.. and fuck....or go out to eat... and fuck.... or go to church...... and fuck ( yeah ... God saw you!) .... or get drunk... and fuck....or watch Netflix... and fuck... there is no chill.

It's still just a big ball of FUCK.

Most guys have done this with at least one woman in their lives.

the feel good chemicals that come from using your dick have blinded you from day one. Every flaw in this papier mache masterpiece you've spunked out is staring you in the eye. Cognitive dissonance has you walking around with the same blank expression as a eunuch Ken doll

(Stares blankly waving)

And here's the most insidious part about your miniature commander in chief (gestures downward) He has successfully fooled you into thinking your brain is in control.

But it's not.

The south has already been in contact with the capitol (taps temple). Every endorphin is a Facebook message from your member that has completely erased all logic and good sense from your brain.

The insurrection has begun. your brain is neutered from any right way of thinking. It's pure pandemonium when a dick takes over. We have already seen it for 4 years on a national scale...

At this point, just lop this off, gift wrap it in ice and surrender it over. You've lost your freedom along with your mind. There's only one reason you're staying. To grab her by the pussy. Duh.

once the dick gets in your head, you will justify any sin she commits like a southern Baptist defending a reality TV star.

It fucks you up. And you'll go back to grab that pussy after it leaves Because you really ARE that brainwashed and neutered.

I know hard it is to let go...

Look, I know my rhetoric is giving away my feelings about a certain former president. Thank my ex, okay? She showed me what he was because they had so much in common. Narcissistics tell on themselves pretty quickly when you know the patterns.

1. they were both crazy blonde lunatics with a wild propensity for Tan In a can and a jersey Shore mentality.

2. they both insist on living under comical levels of delusion in regards to their own intelligence.

3. they each had to have a makeup crew on standby 24-7. God forbid, one hair extension was out of place.

4. they are both unnaturally obsessive and inappropriately creepy in regards to their children of the opposite sex. I'm not lying when I say I won't be shocked if her son becomes Norman Osborne.

5. they're both characterized by an unhealthy obsession with social media that could start a worldwide nuclear meltdown at any point.

6. They both share disdain for ideas that they didn't come up with themselves and the same propensity for stealing ideas that didn't belong to them.

7. An inability to distinguish reality from fantasy due to a background steeped in affluence and unchecked mental instability.

Their biggest similarity was every day with her as my commander in queef was just another day spent with a lyin, cheatin blowhard with no sense of goodness or boundaries.

A key difference was her blowing method. I preferred hers to his.

I did things I never thought were possible With her.

This woman would spend 4.5 hours a day.

That's 31.5 hours a week.

Over the entire 16 week course of our relationship.

I spent 504 goddamn hours .....

watching her do her makeup. So we could do whatever shit we had planned for the day.

That's where she dumped all her time and money. Into looking good. Oh and believe me... she DID... she would always say, "I JUST wanna look good for you! Nope! Just for you! Don't care about nobody else. I just wanna look good for you!"

Baby, the thousand likes on the four dozen selfies you posted to Instagram while doing your "make-up tutorial" give a better perspective on who's gaining the benefits from you looking like a Stollywood harlot.

Remember the Facebook "high school bro...? She was in his feed too....

then unbeknownst to me, he was on my couch....

once it became "knownst" to me, he was on my kill list....

until I realized he helped remove a whore shaped tumor from my manhood.

Now he gets to put his empty pop-tart into the toaster every morning hoping it's only his mouth that's touched it in the last 24 hours.

I spent 504 hours watching Ronald McDreamy fuck half the cast on Grey's Anatomy while waiting for my boss, The Antichrist, to paint her face on in order to be "public-ready" every day. I never right that would be possible in a million fuckin years.

She amazed me.

I used to tell her all the time, "baby you amaze me. No really! You do! You're amazing!"

You know why she amazed me?

Every day, I could feel her sucking me dry so I knew exactly what she was .....

And 504 hours proved that vampires can see their reflections BEFORE their makeup dries and hardens

Now why did I stay?

SHE WAS FUCKING HOT!!!!!!

Congress left the building (tapping my head) and headed south for the winter (pointing at crotch). They pushed legislation to block the central nervous system. There was no analysis of the data about how shallow and self serving this woman was. Instead the narrative matched only what the penis wanted.

Being with her was like being cock to a hen that clucks for hours but says nothing. She turned every joy into a weapon slowly draining me of my will to live....

But goddamn you shoulda seen her ass in a miniskirt!

#worthit

Lately I've been more "casually" ... dating... and by that I mean swiping. It seems like that's all "dating" is anymore. It took me a while to get back out there. Dating Aps had me dropping my standards lower than Bernie Sanders fans on inauguration day.

Even Little Man was like, "really dude? Okay... well, low hanging fruits are still good enough for a creampie... let's dive in!"

You know that these girls were adorable as kids; as adults they look like they should have been thrown out with yesterday's produce. They're still appearing on the shelf under the misters to make the fresher fruits look more plentiful.

Regardless they got me back on the horse. Truthfully, the horse was probably riding me more...

Either way, I wouldn't call it my finest 15 minutes.

When you get your heart broken, you need a few dead horse faces in your bed just to make the pretty ones worth your time and self respect again.

Face the horse but don't look her in the mouth, know what I'm saying? That mouth was doin some dirty things to you.

You'll be wakin up the next morning agape in horror at the mass of flesh laying in bed next to you that looked so great through your lonely horny beer goggles. When you're sober, the features start to take on some more equestrian embellishments with a somber trumpet playing in your head.

I'm pretty sure that's where Coppola got the inspiration for the Godfather scene. He just literalized the metaphor.

DATING Aps!!!! These fickle algorithmic technological terrors are designed with two purposes, neither of which is ACTUALLY related to ending loneliness.

1. to simultaneously destroy our self esteem

2. suck our time away with the Black hole of hope!

I feel like the modern dating pool has as much urine as it does bullshit. There's too many immature babies pissing in the pool, ruining it for the rest of us.

There's the HEAT-ACTIVATED ELECTRIC high lighter hair that practically gives away the Freudian manhaters who just want a dick between their legs for the sensation, Not the relationship.

When BRIGHT NEON colors appear naturally on animals in nature, it is as a WARNING to STAY THE FUCK AWAY!!!!!

Message received.

Have you ever had the Kool-aid woman bust open your DMs with "YOU LOOK REAAAAL GOOOD BOY DONTCHA BOY???....... OH YEAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" ? I'm like, "look ... you already got five kids from three dads ( you can tell when they're all different skin shades ). It's time to hang out the bathers and free Willy out the fuckin pool! You had your shot, Kool-aid woman! Use your beverage skills to make drinks for your five kids.. you still got that Goin for you, right?! Oh yeeeeeaaahhh!"

There's the completely self-obsessed girls that are only looking for social network follows and text buddies more than a relationship. You know, the girls who wanna "vet" you on Facebook. Then she, she assumes she knows everything about you from your "about me."

Then you got the trannys... which ....let me be clear. I have no hate in my heart for the alphabet mafia, even if they reserve the right to hate everyone equally. EVERYONE has the explicit RIGHT to be loved. Yes, even Kool-aid Aid mama with her five mongrels...... I'm just .... NOT ...gonna be THE GUY THAT'S GONNA DO IT, okay? I already have one. I don't need another. I also have no need to date a girl that knows more about my tool than I do, cause she had one of her own the first 20 years of her life.

And Then there's the weird ones ... that you just gotta see to believe. I mean, This is what I'm talking about:

I wouldn't be caught dead in her orbit with a fried navigation relay.

The next girl was cute. Less X-files-alien, more girl next door. I Clicked on her profile and scrolled down. She's an artist. That's pretty cool. Now I didn't catch her face cause it's not important in this context. What interested me was her profile.

I watched the Hannibal TV show. It was fantastic. In one episode (spoiler alert) the FBI is tracking a killer who uses mycology ....mushrooms ... as a weapon. This was totally fascinating. The killer would go find victims who were diabetic. Then he'd send them into a diabetic coma by ODing them on insulin. After that he'd bury them in shallow Graves where, as they decomposed, the high sugar content in their blood mixed with the soil ... the result would sprout mushrooms all over.

Aint no way in hell I wanna end up as some chick's mushrooms garden. That would be a terrible end to a really dynamic life I've tried to live so far.

Okay, okay ... she's probably not a serial killer. She wants to present herself as smart and intellectual. And I really love that she's TRYING to be honest with her interests but doesn't wanna come across like she still spends a little TOO MUCH TIME under mycologys direct influences.

I also really love that she references an inherent belief that we're all doomed no matter what and that life sucks and its all meaningless... in her fucking headline🤣. I get it.. I mean we are humans. We suck. We have fucked up our planet. Weve fucked up each other and in our tenacity hubris, and desperation to get away from the shit we've Done as a species, we're trying to go to fucking MARS AND do it all over again!

Planets are like Pringles, after all. You can't have just one. Once it pops, the fun don't stop. Til OURS does 😏

This girls gonna have me cutting my wrists and bleeding out my woes over leather-bound volumes of Nietzsche isn't she?

Holy shit I discovered someone more depressed than I am. In and of itself that seems like a miracle.

Ahhh hell , maybe she's just a raging naturalist that's gonna have me fucking trees while we listen to Flintstones and Jetsons and she uses my asshole as a vase. It's better than a space probe.

She got a "like." you know, JUST for the Elle of it. 😏

#mythoughts

#mylovelife

#datingsites

#comedy

#memoirs

#balllivesmatter

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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quick message! unlike on my wattpad, i’m not doing a character introduction chapter on here. so heads up for he/they armin and she/they sasha!! those are just my personal headcanons i included into the story :) also, i wrote this a LONG time ago. i posted this on my wattpad on 2/24/21. i apologize in advance for any errors. i do plan to re-edit a lot of things regarding this fic in the future.

"She's coming back tomorrow," Jean said casually while pouring himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. You choked on your breakfast. Armin took a worried glance at your coughing form from across the table.

"Sorry." You hacked.

"Mikasa is?" Eren peeked his head through the bathroom doorway as he looked away from the mirror.

"Yeah, I'm going to pick her up from the airport tomorrow night." Jean put down the pot of coffee and took a sip from his hot mug.

"Why so sudden?" Armin put down his book on the table in front of his plate.

"She spoke to me about it briefly. said there was something she needed to do when she got here. I'm just as shocked as you are. I didn't think she'd be back any time soon" Jean brushed the crumbs off his hands and put his plate in the sink.

"How can you all be so calm about this? Did you hear him? Mikasa is coming home tomorrow. She left nearly two years ago! She's finally coming back and none of you are freaking out? She didn't even say why exactly she was coming back." You stood up and threw your hands in the air. Suddenly you lost your appetite.

"No need to get all bent out of shape, Y/n. You act like we haven't seen her in ten years." Eren said with a hair tie in his mouth as he grew impatient with his long and tangled mess of hair.

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously, but she left for a reason. Even when she gets here, will she still want to play with us? Her absence from the band has taken a toll on everyone, and our audience was less than pleased when she announced her vacation, or rather when I announced her vacation." You start pacing in the living room.

Armin's eyes followed you as you moved. "I hope she does, but it's unlikely. I recall her saying she never wanted to see Jean again. I doubt she'll want to play with him here." He theorized.

"Well, she did call me to say she was coming back so I don't think she's still very upset with me." Jean finished off his coffee and tucked his hair behind his ears. "It happened two years ago, after all."

"I hope she's doing better. It's not like we've heard much from her since she left. I have to clean this house! Oh god, it's a mess! You boys are pigs." You said frantically.

Eren snickered. "Well, it looks like you haven't gotten over your little crush."

"Shut it, Jaeger. I'm doing fine and, frankly, that's none of your business." Still pacing, you held your stomach as the nervous feeling grew.

"Yeah, it sure looks like you're fine." His lips pulled into a grin as he rolled his eyes.

"I think I'm going to faint."

"Do you need to lie down? You look a bit pale." Armin stood up and came to my side.

"I think I'll take a nap."

"You just woke up, smarty. Going back to bed already?" Jean chuckled. "I'm going to Marco's place. See you losers later."

A chorus of 'bye, Jeans' sounded throughout the room when he left through the garage door.

"Y/n, were you serious about cleaning the house? Because I have to go and I really don't want to clean so-"

"Yeah, Eren. You can leave, I don't care."

"You're the best! Thank you!" Eren chirped and practically skipped through the door.

"I have nowhere to be. So I guess I'll stick with you here." Armin smiled. "Do you need help with anything?"

"I'll be fine, thanks. Just nervous is all." You wrung your hands and blinked several times.

"Okay, I'll be in the office if you need anything." Armin patted your shoulder and left you alone in the large living room.

You quickly got to cleaning the house in a nervous frenzy, deep in thought. Mikasa had left one night almost two years ago after a heated situation between her and Jean that ultimately resulted in their breakup and Mikasa leaving the band with only a painful note left behind.

Apparently, there was more to the breakup than you knew, but Jean kept what we didn't hear to himself for Mikasa's sake. Essentially, Mikasa caught Jean and Marco together at a party Eren threw for his nineteenth birthday. You were with her when she saw them.

You and Mikasa were having a silly conversation in the long hallway in front of the dining room. Mikasa stopped looking at you and started focusing on something behind you. her small smile dropped. "and that's why I never- hey Mikasa? You okay? What are you looking at?" You stopped telling your story and became more concerned for your friend.

Confused, you turned around. You gasped loudly. "Oh Mikasa, I'm so sorry." You reached a hand out to her but she left the hall quickly. "Don't worry about it, Y/n. It's not a big deal." You watched her speedwalk up the stairs with her hand covering her mouth.

You confronted Jean calmly, not wanting to disturb the party, despite being furious. "Hey, Jean. the world can see you, dickbag. And so did your girlfriend. Have fun explaining this to her. She went upstairs. Find her yourself. If you even care enough to do so." You spat and darted away from them.

"Wait, Y/n!" Jean pushed past people as you swiftly made your way through the crowd in an attempt to find Eren. Normally, you'd look for Armin, but he was out of town for the night. You got to the kitchen and desperately glanced around. Jean took hold of your arm before you could get any farther. He turned you to face him and took note of your angry expression. "I'm sorry. let me explain."

You shoved him away from you. "Don't apologize to me. Don't explain anything to me. Tell it to your girlfriend. I'm finding Eren and ending this shitty party early. Frankly, Jean, I don't care what excuse you have." You kicked off your heels in a random spot and continued the search for your friend. Jean tried to follow you at first but gave up.

You pushed through crowds looking everywhere for Eren. "Where is he? Eren I need you," You muttered. You caught a glimpse of dark hair being pulled out of an updo. You took a sharp turn and bumped into someone. You fell backward on the floor and rubbed your side that you fell on. "Ouch."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going!" A girl with multiple party foods in her arms shouted apologetically. She hastily set down her collection and helped you up. I took a quick look around the room, Eren wasn't there. The brunette in front of me tilted her head. "Are you looking for someone? I can help you find them to make up for bumping into you. Hey, you're really pretty. Are you the guitarist from that band? Wait, so you live here? Oh no, I bumped into someone famous! Connie and Niccolo are gonna freak out when I tell them! I'm Sasha by the way. Your name is Y/n right?"

Taken aback by her rambling, and the fact that she recognized you, you stuttered for a bit before gaining your composure. "Yeah, I'm looking for a friend, actually. And that's me. I live here."

Sasha grinned. "Cool! Who are you looking for? I might know them." She linked her arm through yours and pulled you to the outside deck.

"I'm looking for Eren. Uh- Jaeger. My friend Eren Jaeger. I need to find him." Your voice sounded shaky.

"Me and him were partners in Professor Hange's science class back in high school! He invited me since we go way back." She opened the door and stepped outside. "Hey Y/n, you sound upset. Did something happen?" She unhooked your arm from hers and put her hands on your shoulders with a concerned stare. You were on the brink of tears and didn't want to cry in front of a stranger, but when you heard the caution in her tone you couldn't help but let some tears escape.

"Hey! Hey, hey Y/n, don't cry now. We'll find Eren." She pulled you in for a hug and you slowly accepted it. You weren't even the one who got cheated on yet you were the one crying. You were worried about the band. You were worried about the fight Eren and Jean were sure to get in. You were worried about what Armin would think. But most importantly, you were worried about Mikasa.

The thought of her locking herself in a room upstairs alone after what happened was enough to make you feel sick. You had to find Eren and end the party. You had to keep him calm once he found out. A part of you had always hoped they would break up, and you always felt extremely guilty about it, but you never hoped it would end in a way that hurt them both.

You quietly sobbed into sasha's clothed shoulder, definitely staining her frilly dress. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess right now." You stepped away and wiped your eyes several times.

"No, don't apologize. You don't have to tell me what happened, either. Let's go find Eren, yeah?" She gently took my face in her hands and wiped away at my tears. She hooked her arm through mine again as we continued our search for Eren.

We finally found him after looking for a good fifteen minutes. He was sitting alone on the front porch with a beer in hand, his hair a ragged mess. He took a swig of it and scowled at the taste. Sasha nodded to you and left you alone with him. You opened the glass door and stood awkwardly behind him.

"Hey, Eren."

"The party's inside." He said bitterly.

"I know." You sat down next him and smoothed out your dress in the process. "What are you doing out here at your own party? I've been looking for you everywhere."

He sighed. "I heard what happened. with Jean and Mikasa. He went looking for her so I assume he's found her, that was thirty minutes ago, give or take. I needed a break and came out here."

You let your head slump on his shoulder. He let out another long sigh. "I saw it happen. She ran upstairs so I came looking for you. I figured once I told you, you could end the party. That sounds ridiculous now, considering how many people came." You let out a dry laugh and felt him laugh along with you. His head rested on top of yours and he placed a gentle kiss on it.

"What are we gonna do now, Y/n? There’s no chance this'll go over well. The band could be ruined.” He paused and sighed. “I bet Armin would know what to do right about now."

"I bet he would." You took Eren's hand in yours. "I don't even want to think about what could happen."

"Neither do I. Do you want to stay out here a little while longer? We can go back in later." Eren offered.

"Yeah. That sounds nice."

posted: 8/23/21

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#mikasa x you #mikasa x reader #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #mikasa ackerman #band au #modern au

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