#and then the stream that came after when he build his Panic Room

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— DEAD TO ME

GOJO SATORU X GN! READER X GUEST

content warning: angst, infidelity, hurt with comfort, distressed gojo men :(, model! reader, ceo! gojo, i didn’t proof read lol

word count: 4k+

part 1.

They were gone. Actually gone. The white haired man’s vision went blurry as he started to cry in the pouring rain. He stood there as you got into the cab, slamming the door and watching it speed off.

He patted down his pockets, looking for his phone before making his sulking walk back to this apartment building. He pulled out his phone and immediately started texting and calling you. He tried and tried, each time he was immediately to voicemail till he could no longer. Leaving him shocked with his mouth wide open when he realized you blocked him. Satoru felt the swiftly leave his lungs, starting to panic more as the elevator took him up to his floor.

He didn’t mean for this to happen. It was only supposed to happen once. It was 6 months ago, you were in Milan for fashion week, he promised It was a fling. Akemi had been his assistant for half a year already, and 2 weeks into her job you had told him you think she might’ve developed a little crush on him. Yeah sure he laughed it off and blushed a little when you told him but after you got a call for work and had to leave, he did think about it a little…

Your personalities were polar opposites. She was younger than you by a couple years, more family than career oriented. She was short, had long brown hair, fair skin with a beauty mark near her eyebrow. She would wear only what he thinks you’d describe as “basic bitch clothes with potential,” which was popularly known as the clean girl aesthetic. Meanwhile you were more mature and alluring compared to her soft and seemingly sweet nature. Unlike her, your style was earthy, flamboyant and unique. Fashion designers themselves have told you how inspired they are from you after shows you’ve walked in. Anytime you’d visit him at work, his own employees would stand around and gawk at you. Sometimes he’d wish you’d give up your job so he can just take care of you.

He didn’t know why he kissed Akemi for the first time when you left. He doesn’t know the reason why he kept sneaking off, lying, tricking you to sleep around with her. At first it was an accident, then it was just a habit. He never thought you’d know, he told himself all the time it was going to end soon, he was going to marry you because unlike her; you were it for him.

He walked through the door to his apartment, eyes swollen. He looked around the room, seeing Akemi, smiling wide as she wore the ring his fiancé, now ex fiancé, threw at him. His eyes wide as he practically stomped his way towards her, pulling the finger off her finger, throwing it across the room.

“Doesn’t it look pretty?”

“Can you take that off… I spent a lot of money on that.” He stood in front of her, voice strained from balling his eyes out, he slipped the ring off her finger and into his pocket. She pouted out her lip at him as he gave her a faint but fake smile.

“Well, they’re gone now, so I can finally have you to myself.” She smirked looking up at him with doe eyes, pulling him closer by the waistband of his sweatpants before getting down on her knees. He put his hand against her shoulder, taking a deep breath while looking down at her. “Just get out please.” He said calmly with a tight lipped expression.

“What?” Her round eyes go wide, brimming with tears.

“I said out! Leave!” He points to the door, watching her quickly get up and run to his room, slamming the door. Silence took up the room, soon she came out huffing and puffing with tears streaming down her face. Guilt once again settled at the bottom of his stomach.

“Fuck you!” She yelled at him. “I thought you loved me!” She cried out as she reached for the door, looking back at him for a response. Gojo stared at her, mouth open to say something before snapping shut. With a blank expression, he told her to close the door on her way out. She huffed before slamming the door shut. The blue-eyed man facepalmed, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call his best friend to unload the his big time fuck up.

You called your mother in the cab, telling her you’d be staying the night with your manager, Shoko. When in reality you were making your way to the nearest bar. You push the tinted glass door, revealing your wet figure to the dim lit room. Jazz music is softly playing in the background as your shoes squeak against the clean floors. The bar was empty, you prayed to yourself that this place wasn’t about to close. You called out, no noise to be heard before the silence was interrupted with the sound of dishes clashing together. You sit on the bar stool, taking your jacket off and placing it on the empty stool next to you. You look at the empty bar, huffing as you rested your face in your hands trying to hold back your tears. Hearing someone walk towards you, standing in front of you, behind the counter of the bar stood a tall man.

“You okay? Have a rough day at work?” The deep voice questioned, looking down at you. You peered up at the blonde man and gave him a weak smile, sniffing a little bit before trying to make yourself more presentable.

“Definitely not at work but you can say it was pretty rough.” You lightly laugh at yourself, trying to hold more tears back.

“Well if that’s the case do you want something strong or something sweet?” he spoke softly like he was concerned.

“Maybe a bit of both but only one drink, can’t be seen in public wasted.” You replied quietly.

“Came to the right bar then, I’m Nanami, I own the place.” He introduced himself. The blonde turned around, grabbing a tall glass, liquor and syrups off the shelf.

“I’m Y/n”

“Oh, I know.”

“You do?” You questioned, eyebrows raised.

“Gojo’s fiancé? He doesn’t shut up about you when he comes here and drinks all my alcohol with his employees.” He replied, while pouring your drink into your glass

“Well, he’s officially my ex fiancé as of today.” You corrected, he turned around giving you a tight lipped smile.

“I’m sorry about that.” He placed the pink drink in front of you.

“I’m not.” You smiled, this time with confidence before looking at the drink. “A cosmopolitan? Love your thinking.” You commented, taking a sip of the drink.

“Of course, cocktails are a personal favourite.” A content smile formed on his face at the compliment. “You can always do better than a man like him, not very respectable in my opinion.”

“Are you supposed to talk about your customers that way?” You said as you laughed, making him join as well.

“Only the ones I don’t like.” He chuckled

“Hope I stay on your good side then.”

Days had gone by without a word from Gojo after his initial call to Geto. Now he stood in front of the man’s apartment, typing in the pin to unlock the door. Geto walked through the usually tidy apartment— now in its fallen stark. He looked at the piled up dishes and crushed beer cans on the floor, mentally preparing himself for the state Satoru would be in. He was crying hysterically when Geto saw him. Gojo wasn’t on to cry much, usually just laughing off his emotions, like it was nothing. Right now, he was a mess.

“I fucked up,” Satoru said in between sobs. Geto made his way to Gojo, pulling him up off the bed by his arm only for him to flop back down.

“Shit isn’t going to get better with you sulking and drinking. Get up.”

“I deserve to die.” He wailed on. “How could I cheat on them?” He muttered to himself. Shoving his already puffy face back into his pillow while he continued crying.

“Quit with the pity party would ya’?” Jerking him up by his arms again, this time with more force. “Sitting at home, crying and sulking isn’t okay? You have to own your shit Satoru, you have a company you need to take care of, I can only do so much redirecting projects and rescheduling clients while you’re gone.” He groaned before adding, “Also Akemi is gone, you should be glad you weren’t there for that mess.”

Gojo rubbed his face; taking a deep breath in, trying to shake the groggy feeling away. “I just miss them. I miss Y/n.” Satoru wept. Refusing to look at his best friend, shameful.

Geto looked at his hunched over friend. Admittedly he wasn’t fond of what his friend did to you. He was the one who introduced the two of you, he had been your friend longer than he could remember, he knew you since he was 4. Because of that, he felt guilty. Guilty, because he’s comforting him and what made him feel more guilty; is that he actually felt bad for him.

Geto instinctively put his hand on his friend's shoulder, patting him in a weird manly attempt of reassurance that he wasn’t used to giving. Telling him about how things will get better with time.

“Fuck me.”

It has been a year and a half since you last saw Gojo Satoru. You stuck to your word and left. Truly left him unlike other people who would’ve rolled over and let themselves forgive someone who betrayed them. You promised yourself happiness. You cut back on work and got a therapist. Talking to someone truly puts into perspective how much healing you really needed from having your trust broken. About 6 months after your breakup, you went on a blind date that your friend had set up… which had gone pretty bad, but you kept your hopes up. You wanted things to happen with someone organically and they did, with Nanami. He closed the bar for the day to take you out to his favourite bakery for beignets and cinnamon rolls, then to a museum and dinner later that night. Kento made you feel alive in a different way, in a way that made you feel secure. The more you were around him, the more you fell in love. Everything about him was purely charming to you

He was a former actor turned jazz bar owner (with 6 different branches). He was honest and open with you, always told you what he means, and came to every single one of your shows and events. He loved it when you’d come by during closing time after you’re done work. You’d order takeout on the way back to his place, cuddling while rewatching your favourite childhood sitcoms. Kento promised to never let you walk alone and that’s what he did.

Your friend Utahime was celebrating her birthday. As a survivor of her alcoholic tendencies during uni, she invited you telling you it’s time to get “white girl wasted.” So of course you indulged her, it was her birthday after all. Only to be told last minute your ex had to come because she works with him. She’d be lying if she said she wanted him there but her dear friend, Geto, asked and she couldn’t risk a fight with Gojo Satoru. Now you were reluctantly getting ready. You were in your walk-in closet, deciding what jewelry to wear. You had your lip tucked between your teeth while you stood there lost in thought. Nanami wraps his arms around your waist from behind, making you jump. You turn back and playfully slap his arm before turning back around, holding his hands that trap you close to him.

“Hi angel, almost ready?” He whispers into your ear before gently kissing your neck, then cheek while you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Mmhm! Just picking out my jewelry, wanna help?” You ask, he nods, letting go of you to reach forward, and looking through the drawers of your jewelry box.

“How about these?” He asked, raising his hand to show you the pair of Vivienne Westwood earrings he’d bought for your birthday.

“Pretty.” You smiled at him, turning back around to pull out the matching necklace, switching the necklace to his hand, taking the earrings in yours. “Can you help me?”

he nods, unclasping the necklace, bringing it in front of your neck, fiddling with the clasp once again, trying to get it on. Once done, he waits for you to slip the backing of your earring on, before he turns you around.

“You sure you wanna go tonight? We can stay here and

Yeah, I can do this.” You say, mostly trying to reassure yourself, which you could tell Kento picked up on. He hummed out an okay, before pulling you closer, placing a slow, sensual kiss on your lips.

“Maybe we should stay home…” You said trailing off, making him laugh at your antics.

“Let’s get going, don’t wanna be late now huh.” He teases you, letting go of you, already making his way out of your closet.

“Wait for me!”

You were greeted at the door by Utahime and her girlfriend, your manager, Shoko. You smile at the both of them, giving them a huge while being welcomed into the booming party. You hand your gift to her, who sets it down on the tables filled with them watching them run back to the door after the doorbell was rung again. Nanami slips his hand that was on the small of your back into your hand, letting you lead him through the party to the food table.

“You hungry? Didn’t eat before you left.” You ask, grabbing a couple sweets off the fancy decorative plates on display with small tongs.

“Yeah, want me to get you a drink.”

“Please?” You look at him with a cheeky smile, he squeezes your hand, and nods saying he’ll be right back. You bit your lip, watching your fine ass man walk away. You turn to continue piling sweets onto the small plate. Only to have Nanami’s favourite type of sweet bun snatched away. You look up and groan.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“How is it fancy to see me here? I introduced you to Utahime.” You replied shortly. In the last year you’ve seen him about 3 times, in little words, you were pissed at him.

“Aww don’t be like that Y/n, it’s been a while since I saw you.” He defended himself, hands raised

“Who’s fault is that?” You remarked, recalling your unread text messages.

He ignores your question. “Look ‘Toru is gonna be here tonight, he’s gonna want to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him.” You deadpanned.

“I figured, that’s why I'm telling you now.” He said, resting his hand on your shoulder while he turned to leave. “I’m sorry for not being there for you.” He said shortly, quickly leaving after the words leave his mouth. You stand there somewhat shocked before brushing it off when Nanami comes back with a drink for you.

“None for you?” You question, taking a sip of the fruity drink.

“I’m driving, remember?”

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry, can't believe I forgot!” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder.

An hour or two has gone by, the idea of Gojo being here, unknowingly, had completely left your mind as you danced with your boyfriend. He had his arms around your waist, holding you close before you turned around to kiss him; taking him by surprise. Usually he wasn’t one for pda but nobody here would care and you, and he loved indulging in you. He smiles as he kisses you, breaking apart to comment on how eager you are, only for you to agree. One hand slips from your waist to your neck, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper. Though the room was full to the max, he managed to make you feel like the most important person there.

It had been 18 whole months since Gojo Satoru had talked to you, pure radio silent since you left him in the rain. 547 days and nights without you. If someone told him two years ago that you haven’t even read a single text of his in over a day he’d probably think you were dead… Now he was dead to you. The words alone were like experiencing a corkscrew to the heart. Yet his heart still yearned for you.

You hadn’t seen him, but after you left, he was always seeing you. Billboards, Magazines, videos. You were gone yet it felt like you were taunting him. Every now and then he sees you in public, every time he feels his breath hitch, admiring you from a distance. Even at this party, he felt suffocated by your presence. It’s been almost two years and people still ask if he’s your ex. Today was way worse than most times. It was Utahime’s birthday, though she was a CEO of her own fashion magazine company, the two were on talking terms. He got an invitation via his CFO Geto. He would’ve never thought the coquette, Sandy Liang and Miu Miu inspired fashion fanatic would have such a loud, crazy party.

Gojo pushed his way through the crowd of socialites, looking for the hard liquor Utahime always sought to drink during meetings. He scans the large room, filled with streamers, glitter and confetti. He swore he felt his heart beat slow upon realization. There you were. In the corner of a crowded room, making out with the guy that makes his drinks every friday. Satoru scoffed at the sight, taking a glass shot off a tray, downing it quickly before taking two more as he glared the blonde down.

He had one hand on your waist while the other rested on your face, caressing you gently. He stood there red in the face while he watched you smile in between the kisses you shared. The blonde kissed your forehead before saying something to you he couldn’t hear before walking towards the table Gojo stood at. He quickly made a b-line towards you. As he approached you he watched your eyes go wide, making a pain of guilt flood his body as he neared you. You anxiously slip your hands together, looking around the room, playing with your fingers trying not to make eye contact.

“Hey.”

“What do you want?” You get straight to the point, not wanting to talk any longer than you need to.

“Can we please talk? It's been so long since I saw you last and I just want closure.” Gojo spoke softly, putting his hand on your shoulder with a warm smile. You give him a confused look before brushing his hand off your arm.

“What do you need closure about?

“About how we ended things, look, I just wanna talk.” He said in that familiar pouting voice. It made you sick. “Who’s that guy you were talking with?” He asks you, as if he were jealous, his comfortability and tone being too much for you.

“He’s my boyfriend, and he’s just getting me a drink right now, can you leave me alone?” You raise your eyebrow at him, unamused.

“Yeah after you left me expla-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Gojo. It’s been a year and a half, I got over it and so should you.” You say brushing past him. Walking towards Kento, he hands you your drink before you put it down telling him how you want to leave soon, glancing back at him. Noticing his stare before walking out of his eyesight. He noticed Nanami staring, Gojo glared at him, giving him a smug look walking past him in the same direction you went. Purposefully hitting his shoulder as he walked by; glancing back as if to acknowledge him.

He found you hugging the birthday girl, smiling sweetly at your friend while chatting. He smiled to himself, reminiscing the look on your face. He watched you leave, walking out the door. Gojo passed Utahime, muttering a quick happy birthday to her before following after you. He looked around the street, once he spotted you he jogged toward you, standing in front of you to stop you.

“One chance! Please! Just one.” He pleaded, this time his voice was shaking.

You inhaled slowly, rolling your eyes at the sight. “Fine, talk”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Right now, he looks remorseful; purely full of regret. It was weird how happy the sight made you. It made you feel guilty knowing that you’re happy to see him in distress like you were in.

“I was stupid and selfish. I didn’t know what I wanted, I wasn’t aware of what I really had.” His voice cracked, tears talked down his cheek.

You bit your lip, feeling tears wanted to come up but blink them away, instead watching tears fall down his pale skin.

“Gojo it’s fine, I'm over it. It was a long time ago.” You said exasperated. “I’ve moved on from it. You don’t need to apologize to me, you should go back inside.” You insisted, looking around for Nanami.

“Please, I'd do anything to make this right with you. I love you so much.” You look back at him, scoffing at his words.

“Gojo, I have a boyfriend. I literally just told you about so why are you doing this right now?”

Gojo looked at you wide eyed, more tears rolling down his cheek.

“Please Y/n… I need you.”

“You need me? Are you serious? You expect me to up and leave my boyfriends for the man that cheated on me?” You were met with silence from him. You turn your heel as if to leave, only to turn back to him.

“You’re obsessed, Satoru. You’re the one who hurt me! I don’t owe you an explanation for leaving you, you should just accept it and move on. It’s called letting go!” You exclaimed loudly, meeting the end of your patience. “The entirety of that year, you told me I had nothing to worry about, reassuring me, comforting me when you were just gaslighting me! Do you know how crazy I felt making excuses for you never coming to plans with our friends knowing you were lying to me?” You asked angrily. “I don’t know how long you’ve been fucking her, all that I care about is you being out of my life, forever. I don’t want you anymore and I never needed you. Not like I need him so let me be happy.” You shouted, chest heaving up and down as you tried calming yourself down.

Gojo opened his mouth, about to speak only for you to interject.

“Gojo, I hope the best for you, I truly do, I just hope that your best is nowhere near my happiness.”

Satoru felt his heart once again stop. For the second time tonight he felt frozen and unsure of what to say or do. Tears welled up in his eyes, his hand reaching for yours but stopped after seeing a figure walking up behind you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/n, I never wanted to hurt you.”

You felt a hand gently rest itself onto your shoulder, you looked back to see your boyfriend, you felt your lip quiver as you looked at him. He opens his arms, pulling you into a side hug, guiding you away from Satoru. You took Nanami’s hand into yours, walking away from Gojo. Kento muttered about how strong you were into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. He gave your hand a tight squeeze, walking you towards the car, his hand left yours, opening your door. He gives you his hand as you step into the car. Closing the door for you once you’re buckled in. He turns, making eye contact with the white haired man, before smirking at him, giving a small wave.

Kento promised to never let you walk alone and that’s what he did.

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they caught us - p. gavi

prompt: gavi x gamer!fem!reader. hard launching your relationship on stream

warnings: cursing, grammar issues

credits to owners for all images.

inspo for this story ^^

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you were a growing streamer. big in the minecraft and riot games community. you appreciated your fans from the unconditional support. ever since being an exposed barca fan, your platform definitely grew. content was trending to the point where you met the one and only, pablo gavi. his simple message of complimenting you building camp nou in minecraft ended in a few date nights, a lot of kissing, and some risky nights. your fans wanted some player in barca to notice you, but little did you know that you spent your nights with your dream barca player everyday.

exposing your relationship was not in your agenda any time soon. it was the peak of your gaming career and gavi had big plans for the national team. the internet would practically blow up from the news. both of you were not ready for that amount of personal space to be invaded.

it was that time of the day to start your daily stream. it was a good balance of work and relationship. start your stream when gavi is at practice, and end it when he’s at home to solely focus on him.

“hello, hello everyone! welcome to today's stream." waiting a few seconds as more people started joining. “today will be a minecraft stream. i’m thinking of making the barca logo.”

reading the comments blow up by the mention of the club is probably the funniest thing you’ve seen.

“change your shirt on the minecraft skin the jersey of your favorite player. i love that idea, but i don’t really have a favorite player. maybe i’ll do xavi or something.” lying isn’t the best thing to do to your supporters, but personal business is personal business.

after playing for hours and halfway done with the logo, you hear the door opening. “one second guys, i think my roommate is home.” roommate meaning your boyfriend. the plan is really thought out. your best friend occasionally popped into the streams, pretending to be your roommate, and it works. thinking you muted and turned off your camera (which happens often), gavi walks into your gaming room.

“hi gorgeous,” walking in and instantly kissing you made both of you smile. “are you streaming?”

“yeah, i am. i was building the logo. i can show you later when i’m ‘done greeting my roommate’.” making quotation marks with your fingers.

“yeah i’ll sit over here. i’ll just look while you continue playing.” you blew a kiss at him as you put your headset back on.

“alright guys, i’m back. did i miss anything?” your eyes tried to keep up with the chat. it was going faster than usual. you thought it was a raid, but nothing was happening. everyone was going crazy. finally, a donation came through with a message.

read aloud from the automated voice, “viscabarcaaa_11 donated $10 with a message. 'was that gavi you just kissed?’” fuck. gavi quickly sat up from the seat. you realized your camera and microphone was never off. your eyes panning from screen to screen in panic. speechless, you turned red instantly.

you were kissin’ and they caught you whether you like it or not.

you cleared your throat, still don’t know what to say. gavi unplugged your headphones from your pc tower to be able to hear what was going on. he urged you to get up. you had no idea what he was doing, but you just listened.

sitting down, he spoke slow and steady. “hello everyone. this was a very unexpected thing for you. not to mention, an unexpected plan from us. y/n and i have been seeing each other for a few months now. it wasn’t really planned for us to be revealed this early, but thank you for supporting my girlfriend. i am glad to get this off of our chest, because i’ve been wanting to show her off.”

playfully pushing him to the side, “okay thank you for attending this stream, see you tomorrow. love you guys.” making sure you ended the stream fully before giving off a sigh.

“looks like i can show you off now.”

“okay, that’s enough fame for you.”

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author’s note: this story has been sitting in my drafts for months and i’m deciding to complete it on a random weekday.

#football x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #spotify #pablo gavi #gavi #gavi x reader #gavi x you #gavi x yn #gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #fc barcelona #fc barca

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 26

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 26: So it begins

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I was trapped in a chair. Something was clamped around my head and kept it firmly tied to the back of the chair. My arms and legs were completely immobile, not a centimeter of space left. I could feel Alastor's panic. I let out a scream as I pulled hard against the chair, completely helpless.

Burning pain ran along the sides of my head. I screamed louder, harder, and fought tooth and nail for my magic just barely out of reach.

Next thing I know I'm running through the forest. I was in my Dragon form, my large claws clearly in view as I jumped across streams and weaved through the trees. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

I came to a clearing and stopped. Standing across was a man in all white. He spread his huge bird-like wings and pointed a finger at me. A moment later I was on my side, shaking from pain, as he stood over me with clenched fists.

He lifted one fist and brought it down on my face.

My head jerked back and I gasped. Alastor flinched awake, eyes snapping open and scanning the room for danger. My own eyes remained locked on him as wide as they could go. I couldn't take a deep breath.

"Another nightmare my dear?" he asked sweetly, hand coming up to cup my face. I couldn't move. He noticed and pushed his mind further into mine than usual. He lowered my heart rate and loosened my shoulders. He moved down my body until the tip of my tail was no longer tense.

"A vision," I breathed. "Something was wrong. I was trapped and something was happening to you."

"I won't let anything happen to either of us, my darling." That was what he always said after my nightmares.

"But what if something does happen?" I pressed.

"Darling," his tone was firm, "we don't know when these events will occur or if they can even be considered visions. You have yet to discern between a vision and dream. This could be your fear creating nightmares."

I let out a short, terse sigh and sat up. I couldn't see but I knew he was rolling his eyes and sitting up as I slipped out of bed.

"Darling--"

"I don't appreciate you discounting me like that. Six surface Overlords are gone, Blackwater is creating an empire through word of mouth, and we barely survived getting away from him last time. How are you not concerned?" I faced him with my arms extended in exaggeration.

"Last time he lured us into a trap." He stood up and ran a hand through his messy hair. If I wasn't so upset I might've considered it attractive. "He is nothing against me in a full scale battle. He cannot harm you or this Haven while I am here." He crossed the room to place a gentle hand on my cheek. My tail came around to wrap on his ankle. "Let me worry about this, darling."

I was quiet. There were a lot of things I wanted to say to him. I wasn't some useless weak mage, not anymore. My magic was getting better with every day and I was doing a lot in the Haven to get it more fortified and help with morale. And why wasn't he showing even just the slightest bit of concern? He could've died last time we ran into Blackwater. He was building an army as we spoke. Alastor was good but even he could be overrun if there were enough of them, especially if they had Overlord magic.

Alastor brought his other hand up to hold my face in both hands. He tried to catch my eyes but I forced my head down. He moved his hands to my shoulders and gently squeezed them, trying in every way to get me to look at him without forcing it. I kept our minds separate but allowed him to press along my shields like he usually did.

He succumbed to hugging me instead. I pressed my cheek into his chest while his arms folded over my shoulders and behind my head. I took a long, slow deep breath of his cedar wood scent. I had the urge to cry. I knew it wasn't from just this one nightmare. I've been having them steadily now and each time he told me they were nightmares, nothing more. He could help sooth the nightmares but that didn't prevent the effect it had on me during the day. It was getting overwhelming.

I rubbed my face on his soft black long sleeve. He brought a hand up to my head and ran his claws lightly along my scalp. I let out a hum of satisfaction, the muscles in my arms loosening around his waist. He pushed further on my shields and I finally let him in, melting our minds together. I felt warmth seeping through my body and relaxing all the tight muscles. I was surprised to see how much of an effect my physique had on my mentality.

How did he always manage to relax me like this?

"I will take extra precautions, my love," he finally said, chest vibrating as he spoke. My arms wrapped tighter around him and I smiled.

"Thank you."

"Can I have a kiss now?"

I tilted my head back to look at him, finally meeting his gaze. "Is that all you were looking for?"

One of his ears fell to the side. "It wasn't an attempt to manipulate you."

I laughed, bringing my hands up to his face and pulling him down for a brief kiss. "I know, Al. Thank you for listening." My ears picked up on a certain sound. My tail moved up his leg and the sound grew faster. I noticed his smile wobble a little but before I could make a comment he kissed me again. My tail continued up until it found his own tail. It had been wagging. I laughed into the kiss and tried to pull away but he refused, hands holding my face firmly against his so I couldn't say anything.

I tried moving my body to pull away and one of his hands came down to wrap behind my back. He pulled me flush against his body as his other hand moved to the back of my head, lips parting mine and long tongue slipping through. I made a surprised noise and gripped his shirt in my fists. He hummed into the kiss, making me moan.

I pulled away finally, shocked at my own actions, and quickly looked at anything other than him. His chuckle was deep in his chest. He planted a kiss on my cheek then on the side of my forehead.

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"What do you mean he's missing?" I asked Althea, struggling to find a way to put our healer at ease. Vivian and Vilcin were also trying to talk to her but she was pacing like we'd never seen her do before. Vilcin was visibly upset at their friend's behavior, concerned owl noises bubbling in their throat. Vivian was the better of us three, trying to make conversation and pull out information from anything and everything.

"He's gone. My brother he's...he's just gone. No note, no word, no nothing." She grabbed random things off her shelves and pretended to busy herself. "The guards haven't seen him all day, either. Where could he have gone? He doesn't just disappear."

Althea had been reunited with her brother only recently. Husker had lead a group to save more fighters from the rings and it took mere seconds for Althea to find her brother as she surveyed them all for injuries. He joined the guards as most of the fighters did and any time he wasn't on duty he was in his sister's hut. To be honest, I was often jealous of their close relationship. Even after years of being separated, they came back like no time had passed.

A funny feeling settled in my chest and not a good one. Part of me worried if it was a trap of some kind but it wasn't as if I couldn't not help my friend. I was always the one who went out and searched for angry runaways with worried friends and families.

Althea was so upset. She wasn't thinking in her usual calm way. I had to do something to help her, even if that meant pushing past my own nerves. She was my friend, after all. One of my first friends in the haven.

I reached with my magic to see if Alastor was up at the house. I wanted to let him know that I was going out but he wasn't anywhere on the premise. That made me even more worried, however, that did mean I didn't have to argue with him over leaving the grounds. He would probably argue against it.

"Let me try finding him. I'm good with things like this," I said. Althea finally stopped moving. She turned to look at me as did the others. I waited a moment longer before turning and leaving the healer's hut. They all knew, especially Althea herself, about my worries of Blackwater. I had confided in them about my nightmares since Alastor wasn't the greatest when it came to the aftermath of those.

"Wait!" Althea called, "Let me go with you."

"Huh? Why?" I came to a stop as she ran up.

"At least you'll have someone with you out there. And I want to make sure he's okay when you do find him."

"I'm not sure, Althea," I admitted, "It's easier for me to move by myself as a Dragon. And we need to make sure our one and only healer is safe."

"You also need to be safe," she argued, "If anything happens to you, happens to Alastor, we're nothing against Blackwater."

"You have Charlie. She's pretty powerful. Plus her father is the King of Hell. He'll come to her aid."

"I'm not sure from the things she's told me." She glanced around to ensure no one was listening.

"Maybe we're reading too much into this," I tried, "your brother might have just gotten separated and lost. I'll be careful. I'm also powerful, you know." I turned away and started for the border before she could say anything else. The guards at the edge watched me but said nothing as I passed and morphed into my dragon form, quickly slipping into the forest.

I moved along the tree line until I caught wind of his scent. It was faint, obviously from the night before, and followed it further into the forest. I could smell others which told me he had been with a group. I felt my adrenaline surging through my veins. I missed moving through the forest like this, thinking of the scent and only that, and my claws kicking up dirt behind me. Even the wind slipping under my wings felt great. I felt free.

His scent grew stronger around certain areas. He must've stopped with the group a few times. Then at one point his scent diverted from the group. My nerves went up and reached out with my magic. Everything was on high alert now.

It took only a few strides before I realized something was up. I felt a presence nearby. It wasn't Alastor's and it wasn't Blackwater's. It didn't even feel normal; didn't feel natural. This had to be Blackwater's work. This was a trap. But I couldn't turn back. Not now. I had to save Althea's brother. I couldn't wait for Alastor either. Blackwater might be trying to extract magic from her brother this very moment.

I came to a clearing and dug my heels into the dirt. Standing on the other end was a man in white. He noticed my presence almost immediately, spinning around and extending huge golden wings.

My vision. It's happening!

His face was all black with sharp yellow eyes and teeth. He had black claws and horns. What kind of Demon was this?

"Well well well, nice to finally meet the bastard he spawned," the man said.

"Who are you?" I demanded as I shifted into my Demon form.

"The name's Adam. Like Adam the first man."

"First man?"

"Ch-yeah. I'm the Adam. From the Bible." He planted his fists on his wide hips.

"The Bible?" I deadpanned.

His toothy smile disappeared. "Do you seriously not know what the Bible is?"

I shook my head. "No. I've never heard of it."

"How? It's literally the most popular and controversial book in the whole fucking world."

"So what are you?" I asked.

"I can't fucking believe this." He crossed his arms. "I'm a fucking angel."

He talks weird.

"You look like a Demon, though." I knew Angels existed, being half of one myself, but I had never actually seen one. I thought they might not have a way to cross onto the surface like Demons did.

"Angels don't have a demonic look so I took that into my own hands. But here, let me demonstrate so you actually believe me." He pointed a single finger and a gold beam shot out. I barely moved off the line of trajectory and was thrown backwards into a tree. Stabbing pain throbbed in my shoulder, the smell of burning flesh reaching my nose almost immediately.

I looked down at my shoulder to see a large, steaming hole straight through it. The burning spread from the wound and went down my arm and seeped into my chest. Panicked, I immediately healed the wound and stopped whatever it was from reaching my heart.

My eyes looked up at him through my hair.

Game time.

There was no going back.

I moved to all fours as he spread his wings out. I waited, wanting him to make the first move. And he did. He flew at me at insane speed, barely giving me enough time to roll out of the way. His wings weren't obeying the laws of gravity.

I went into the woods and kept him at a distance with the dense trees. Where was Althea's brother? Where was he keeping him?

I came around a tree and uprooted it as he flew by. He slammed into the roots and crashed into the next one. I jumped on him and pinned his wrists to the ground, claws covering his to prevent him from using his death ray. I used my wings to pin his to the ground as well with surprising ease. I felt bigger. I felt deadly. I felt powerful. What other magic could this Angel do? Surely I was superior because I had both types of magic.

"What a position you've put me in," Adam smirked, "does your soulmate know you do this to other men?"

"Where is the boy?" I demanded, ignoring his remark.

"Like I would fucking tell you." His laugh was cut short when I sank my teeth into his shoulder. The taste was sweet on my tongue but my adrenaline was overpowering the urge. It actually made me uncomfortable to taste anyone else's blood other than Alastor's. "You little bitch!" he yelled as I lifted my head. "Is that how we're playing?"

He twisted my wrist funny and his yellow beam shot through my hand and hit my nose. I fell back and rolled away, clutching my face. He kept shooting at me as I fled among the trees. I uprooted the ground beneath him just to get him to stop.

I casted wind through the trees and sent him tumbling head over heels. I covered my bleeding face and healed the injury on my nose. My shoulder still ached from the first time he hit me. Maybe he didn't have the magic I had as a Demon but that beam of his was incredibly deadly. He could kill me if it hit my head.

I shuddered as Alastor looked through my eyes. I suddenly lost sight of Adam and panicked. I picked a direction and ran, weaving in and out of the trees. Where had he gone? I had blinked and he was gone. That wasn't possible, surely.

Something hard hit my face. It snapped my head to the side and I fell hard on my injured shoulder. I rolled once and slammed my face into a tree. I attempted the 'force field' Alastor had been teaching me. It was short high wings really close to my body to keep anything from reaching me. Though it probably couldn't do anything against his death ray.

A hand gripped my hair and slammed my face into the ground. Adam stepped on my wings and brute forced me onto my back, effectively popping my wing out of its socket. I cried out as he straddled me and closed his hand around my throat.

I felt Alastor reaching for me through our bond but something else, something bright, stopped him. I felt my soul being torn from my body. The pain wasn't physical but no words could describe such a horrible feeling. My mouth opened in a silent scream as it felt like stitches were being popped out the further my soul came from my body.

I shot my magic through my own soul and into Adam's. I pictured grabbed his throat with my own black claws. He suddenly let go and my soul snapped back into my body. My connection with Alastor wobbled.

"I'm done playing these games," he growled, standing up but not removing his feet from either side of my injured form. I was shaking uncontrollably. "You, half bastard, will get what you deserve soon enough."

He finally stepped off my wings and I rolled onto my side. He knelt beside me and grabbed my shoulders. A moment later everything felt as light as a feather.

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Author's Note:

What's gonna happen? Who knows? All I know is that this is the 51st PART! That's so many! And you've been with me since the beginning <3

Next part will come Wednesday morning at the latest.

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[brooooswriting]

Hello broko loco it's been a minute.

So this idea just came to mind.

How about a Mafia AU.

Jenna x Mafia leader FR

So how about Jenna getting kidnapped by R's rivals and that's when she actually finds out r is part of the Mafia. Her being taken away, then R finds out before the other bitches make demands because... connections. And she goes on a killing spree just to save her girl.

Then they talk about everything [tragic backstory intestifies (only if you feel like it)] and Jenna ends up falling asleep in R's arms due to being exhausted.

Feel free to delete this if it makes you uncomfortable. Take your time ik you have situation pt 6 on the way that's why I'm insisting on this.

And I hope you have a great day<3

Should have told ya

Jenna Ortega x Mafia leader reader

A/n: I don’t know shit about the mafia and I couldn’t really find anything online that made sense to me😂

There was a part of your life that you didn’t like to talk about and you didn’t want people to know about. Sure that sounds drastic but everybody who knew was in danger too, so you liked to keep to yourself. You actually did in general, until you met a certain actress. You ran into each other when one of your newbies fucked up, you and your crew were in a hurry and one of them ran into her. In General no problem but you didn’t like the fact that he didn’t say sorry, sure you were a mafia boss but that doesn’t mean that you guys can’t be polite. Especially after you saw how pretty the girl was, you let the others walk past you as you hurried back to say that you’re sorry. And somehow a relationship built from that.

You still never told her that you were part of the mafia, let alone that you were the boss. Your mafia was kinda different thou, you didn’t like killing people for nothing and you didn’t like the rivalry between the different mafias, you believe that you did more of a good thing. You still killed people and did some dirty stuff but a lot of them were people who abused kids, rapists or stuff like that. Because let’s be honest, the law system was shit and someone had to do something.

But there were people who had problems with that, especially another mafia group in California. You liked to believe that this was the only useless blood flowing you were the cause off.

“Baby?” You called as you walked into your house, Jenna was waiting for you after a long day of work, you couldn’t wait to see her. “Jen?” You called out again, your voice louder this time, but there was still no answer. You called out again and again, dialing her number walking trough every room, she was nowhere to find, you even started calling her co stars but nobody knew where she was. You couldn’t help but panic as you called in some of your members, hoping that they would help you find her. It only got worse when you found a envelope in front of your house with headphones in it.

After around 20 minutes you sent 12 troops of 3 out to look for her all around the city, you and four others tried to track her. There was no luck in tracking her phone, it was either turned off or destroyed, but you did have luck when you hacked into some cameras of your rivals where you found Jenna sitting in an abandoned building, tears streaming down her face. Your blood boiled with anger, you immediately called everybody to the location, this was gonna be their end.

After around 10 black cars pulled up to the house you entered. They were checking each room, you darting for the living room where you thought she’d be but there was only one person, Tom, second man of your rivals. “Where is she?” You growled at him, having problems keeping your anger at bay. “You really thought we were gonna keep her here? You’ll give us what we want and then maybe, just maybe, you’ll see her again” that was enough for you, you nodded at Mike, your second man, who grabbed Tom to hold him still.

After you’ve punched him around 20 times his face was bloody, his nose and jaw broken but he still wouldn’t talk and it fueled your anger. “You know what, I’m over this and I’m over playing nice. Torture him until he talks and if he doesn’t? Kill him.” Suddenly the guy was panicked, you weren’t known for torture and you seemed so serious that it scared the shit out of him.

Not even 15 minutes after you’ve left you heard him call you causing you to grin. “Now you wanna talk?” You asked as you entered with a smile, “yes, she’s at the warehouse down south” he was heaving, tears streaming down his face while yours held a smile. “Good, keep him here, if she’s not there, kill him” after you hit him one more time you left with 10 more people.

“Alright, this time no talking. Me and Mike are going in and if there’s a problem I’m calling back up alright? Somebody gets in your way? Kill them, nobody takes my girl” everybody was surprised by your behavior, you normally were pretty chill and laid back and you never got close to anyone really. “We are going in”

You kicked in the door, making your presence known as two people already came running towards you. Each of you fought one to the ground, you slicing the throat of yours. It went like that until you had around 10 people down, most of them dead. After you killed the last one you finally saw her, they had stuffed her mouth, tied her to a chair and ripped her shirt to the point where you could see her bra. Their leader, Paul, a complete ass, stood in front of her saying something that made her whimper which made you growl.

You nodded at Mike before running off and tackling their boss to the ground, a surprised sound coming from the girl next to you. While you repeatedly hit the man under you, Mike cut the ropes to free the smaller girl who cowered next to him, the guy she knew as your best friend. “Never. Touch. My. Girl. Again” you stressed each word with a harsh hit to his face before finally standing up to look at Jenna.

“Are you alright baby?” Your voice immediately went soft when you talked to her, your hands reaching for her waist while hers landed on your shoulder. “You’re part of the fucking mafia” she gasped slightly pushing you away from her, “you’re not just a part, you’re the fucking boss” you studied her face as your thumb rubbed circles over her waist. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I thought it was saver when you didn’t know, I’m so sorry baby” you told her but she only shook her head. “Let’s just get out of here” she grumbled and walked away causing you to sigh. “Mike, go with her. She shouldn’t be alone right now” you told him as you knew that she didn’t wanna see you right now.

Mike jogged towards her until he was next to her, “you’re a part of this too huh?” She said looking straight toward. “Yes, but you shouldn’t be too harsh on y/n. She was scared of you getting hurt and when you disappeared today? It was the first time in 19 years that I saw her really scared, she would have blown up the whole damn world to find you” he explained as they walked up to your car. Jenna’s heart sank when she heard that, it did kind of make sense that you didn’t tell her but today really was a shock.

“I’m gonna let somebody drive you home… to your home and there’s gonna be someone stationed in front of your house the whole time” you told her as you opened the door for her as she nodded. “Goodbye Jenna, im sorry” you mumbled again before closing the door. Her heart sank again when you closed the door, the whole thing sounded like a forever goodbye. She hoped that you’d come to her house in a different car, but you didn’t.

She waited a whole hour before calling you. “Jenna? Are you alright?” You quickly rushed out the words as soon as you picked up the phone, “no! You’re gonna get your ass here and we are gonna talk about everything” you sighed, “Jen-“ “Stop it! Get your ass here right now” this time you didn’t protest, you said your goodbye and walked to your car.

When she opened the door for you, your heart sped up. She was wearing one of your hoodies that went to her knees which made her look adorable. “Come in” she said as she pulled you to the couch. “Talk” you chuckled at her bossiness but started nonetheless.

“My parents were shot in a mafia fight when I was 8, I was alone in their restaurant sitting next to their dead bodies when an old man came inside. Just minutes before I saw him trying to protect my parents, he introduced himself as Frank, saying that he knew my parents and that he was very sorry for their death and that he’d like me to come with him. He’d take care of me and he did, he did more than I could have asked for. Years later, I believe I was 14 I learned that he was the reason my family died, he was the reason they were involved in it. But I couldn’t be mad at him, my father decided to join on his own, he was a grown man after all and he tried to do good.” you took a deep breath, talking about your parents was still hard for you. Jenna noticed and slightly curled herself into you, the heat and the familiar feeling that radiated off of her comforted you. “Frank retired 5 years ago, making me the boss as I was like his daughter, I learned everything about it since he took care of me. We always tried to make this a better place which some of the other mafia groups didn’t like, which is what brings us to today. I never told you because I thought I could keep you safe that way, my dad told my mom and she died because of it. You’re my first relationship since I’ve been 15, I was always too afraid of putting them in danger. Until you came, you had this hold on me that I just couldn’t break your heart” you finished as tears welled in your eyes.

“Oh honey” Jenna sat herself on your lap with her arms around your neck pressing your face into her chest as you silently cried. “I get that you didn’t tell me but next time, just be honest so I know what I’d get myself into. I still would be here you know?” She pulled your head up to kiss you, you immediately kissed her back as your arms tightened around her waist to pull her closer. “I love you Jenna” you whispered against her lips, making her smile, “I love you too my little mafia boss” both of you giggled before she settled into your arms in a more comfortable position. You just held her for a moment, happy that she was still with you and that she was fine. “I wanna meet Frank this week” she mumbled sleepily and not even 2 minutes later she was asleep on top of you causing your heart to melt.

You carefully moved until you were laying on the couch with her laying on top of you, you kissed her head before closing your eyes too.

She is going to make a great mafia boss

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #jenna

[hey-august]

How hard do you think it would be to get Buggy into lingerie? One one hand I like the “gender is a performance and I’m the STAR” angle people give him, making him someone who mostly presents as masc but may or may not have some corset style belt he likes to wear, even if it was originally intended for women, who paints his nails and does makeup and doesn’t care what anyone says….

But on the other I also like insecure Buggy who’s afraid of the idea of his partner seeing him in something lacy and sweet and somehow decide that’s the last straw for them and they are clearly better off with another man.

Or Buggy who likes the idea when his partner springs it onto him, but worries about looking like a very different kind of clown in a very unsexy, unflattering way.

BUT ALSO Buggy having some me time and turning himself this way and that way to look at himself wearing something luxurious, something red with lace and sheer fabric that hides just enough to be even more sinful than it would have been if he was stark naked. Hes playing with the pearls around his neck when he locks eyes with you , frozen on the spot. The terror that creeps up his spine quickly melts when your face breaks into an honest and adoring smile and you hastily lock the door behind you before making your way over to him. Luxurious lace and silk stockings on a man as fine as this are best appreciated up close after all.

🫠🫠🫠🫠 There is so much here and I adore it.

Short answer, I think it would take some time to build up to it through giving him gifts that keep getting skimpier and boosting his confidence. Keep in mind, words would only go so far, but showing praise and compliments through action would go further.

My longer answer is ~600 words and relatively sfw.

I also enjoy the headcanons for gender fluid / gender non-conforming Buggy, who definitely has some special unmentionables.

But Buggy’s only worn those items for himself, not for someone else. He likes how they feel on his skin - soft, smooth, and luxurious. In fact, one of his favorite ways to relax at the end of a long day is wearing one of his favorite sets and lounging in his room. He has a silk robe for chilly evenings, although he takes a moment to enjoy how his body reacts to the cool air coming through the cloth.

Those moments have only ever been for him. When you came along, Buggy spent less time on his private indulgences. The treasured items wound up in the corner of a drawer, out of sight but not entirely out of mind. While Buggy wasn’t comfortable wearing them as frequently, he found peace in running his fingers along the fabric. Tracing the embellishments, caressing the lace, and letting the smooth fabric slip through his calloused fingers.

One day you caught Buggy off guard, followed by you catching a wad of clothing in the face. It was reflexive. And it was his favorite piece - a red bodysuit with well placed mesh and lace that pulled the eyes to temptation, while opaque embellishments played coy.

Full of panic and eyes wide, Buggy claims it was a gift for you. He just didn’t have a chance to wrap it, but it was definitely for you. As you slip on the garment, you catch an odd expression on his face. Something soft that you can’t quite read. When you ask what he’s thinking, Buggy says that it’s flashy and sexy. It looks amazing on you. 

The gentleness on his face seeped into the pirate’s voice as he spoke about the lingerie. You ask if he wants to try it on. The offer wasn’t to tease, but came from simple curiosity. Buggy declines quickly, saying it would look silly on him - not the fun kind of silly, but the ridiculous and cringey kind. His face turns red. Maybe he’s embarrassed, so you ask again. His harsh retort sounds more like anger, so you drop the subject.

In the middle of the night you wake up to an empty bed and a thin stream of light from the bathroom. Peering through the crack where the light escaped, you see Buggy adorned in the bodysuit that he claimed was yours. After seeing how it hugs and conforms to his body, there’s no doubt that the lingerie was never yours.

Buggy’s attention switches between the mirror and looking down at his own body. Switching between admiration and scrutiny. Again, his rough fingers follow a path along the delicate fabric. Following the valleys and hills of his body, wondering how the bodysuit would fit over different contours. Whether it would be more flattering than how it looks now.

To him, it looks fine. He looks fine. Average, at best. Buggy only wore pieces like this because of how they felt on his body. The sensations made him feel good. He appreciated how the garments looked, but on their own, not on him.

A creak drew his attention to the secret observer. You didn’t mean to lurk. To stare. But it was hard not to. You wanted to keep looking. You wanted to touch. To feel the warmth of his torso under the mesh. To trace the hem that sat so prettily on his hips and framed his rear. To see how the fabric would stretch and swell.

You could hardly put your reverence into words, but hurried kisses would be a start. Caging Buggy against the bathroom countertop so you could run your hands across his body would say more than words.

Any disagreement, any pushback that Buggy might have had, died under your worship. Crumbled as you pressed yourself against him. Dissolved on his tongue, replaced with your sweet taste. His feelings of insecurity were washed away by the pureness of your desire.

FWIW, I was imagining items from Thistle and Spire for this. 🩷🩷

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy the clown

[mioyeo]

8 Makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , heavy abuse , crying , minor panic attack, , vomiting , Ptsd , burned bodies ,please tell me if I forgot something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

And I would like to apologize and just like to explain that after I post the chapters of you guys getting to meet the patients (Ateez ) there will be back stories as to why they are where they are and etc , besides I do my research before writing about these disorders and other things

Tag list : @veneziamadness , @hcyaa , @sadcoffeecritic , @aapplepii , @lavishloving , @dogsongy ,

Also if you want to be added to the tagging list for the next chapter comment so I can add you

I apologize for taking longer than I actually wanted to upload this chapter, this is the final chapter of meeting all 8 boys the next chapters will be them meeting each other at breakfast time in two groups with each four members

Word count: 1,5k

MEETING JONGHO

𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝟬𝟴𝟮𝟯

𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚 : 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 : 𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟮, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟬

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 𝟭.𝟳𝟲𝗺

𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 , 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 , 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥

She was going through the patients files and organizing them since there was still time before meeting her last patient

All files had bunch of pictures from their childhood and other stuff inside boxes so Y/n took out everything and started reading through the boys files

" A diary ? "

The blue book with bears was opened as she started to read through it

February 16th , I came home from school to my parents loud commotion again one thing I was glad about was that my little brother stayed at a friends house

She continued reading carefully and making notes about him on her book for all of the eight boys

" So he had lived with problematic Parents ? "

She flipped the page

February 22 , Dad hit mom again after coming home drunk he had lost his job and blamed it on her for some reason, I hid underneath the staircase afraid he'd come up to my room and see me or grab my little brother so I told him to hide under his bed until I get him

She frowned and continued flipping the pages reading through it

March 5 , Mom cried because she couldn't afford to buy me a new school uniform so I had to go to school with the same from last semester, I don't blame her dad spends all our saved money on drinks and than blames us for being miserable , I wish I could work to help mom and wipe away her tears

" So his dad was the abusive one "

Y/n made notes feeling her heart beat a bit faster when she just got a glimpse of imagination from the whole situation

March 29 , Dad put his hands on mom because a friend tried to help her pay for us , he beat and cut her hair off , I watched her look at herself in the bathroom that night with tears streaming down her beautiful face, mom saw me and shushed me telling me to go back into my room and not make a noise

Y/n looked away as she started imagining the situation in graphic details

April 30 , I came back from school to see ambulances , firefighters and the police surrounding my home , they tried taking out the fire as people looked worried and started crowding around the house, I saw how my little brother's body hugged my moms as they held each other severely burnt  lifeless , my dad had put the house on fire because my mom wanted to divorce him and take us away , and that was the last day I ever saw the people I cared about the most after that beautiful morning

Y/n stood up and ran to the nearest sink and started throwing up as her whole body shook in terror

" Gosh , h-how can someone do this "

She held onto the sink and tried calming down as tears fell

" What's wrong with her ? "

The voices of her colleagues entering the break room made her wash her mouth and clean out the sink quickly

" Is everything alright? "

Someone asked her while biting into their apple

" Yeah I'm fine just felt a little overwhelmed "

She smiled and started packing the stuff back inside the box and putting it away

" Have a nice break "

Y/n went out the room and made her way to her patients room after calming down fully

" He is in a very isolated situation "

The guard told her after pressing the button allowing her to enter the boys room

She slowly entered and saw him look at his feet as they swayed back and forth

" Hey , how are you doing? "

He looked at her and stopped swaying his feet

" If your here because tha-"

" Don't worry I'm not trying to persuade into talking about anything , just checking up on you and introduce myself "

She smiled at him and sat on the chair she brought with her

" Who are you ? "

" Well I'm Y/n your new psychiatrist and the one that it's in charge of you now "

" What do you mean in charge of me now "

She chuckled and waved her hands

" As in help you getting better , im the one assigned for your needs here "

" That's just bullshit , y'all just say stupid meaningless things in hope to make us believe it so you can gain money "

He scoffed and sat up

" I'm going to be frank with you , some of these psychiatrists here  are the most disgusting human beings I have ever seen and witnessed the type of behavior they sell out "

" I know that , I saw some worker  push some kids head into the laundry machine as I passed to go to the cafeteria "

He shrugged his shoulders

" I just want to assure you that I am not like them , and if you'd give me a chance I'll show you what I mean "

She smiled and clapped her hands together

" You seem like a happy go lucky person and it kinda scares me "

" Oh so you prefer me to act like a monster? "

She stood up and ran around doing silly things making the boy look at her weirdly

" Why are you doing frog sounds if you said your a monster ? "

" Really ? Well how does a monster sound than ? "

He looked away and teared up slowly

" Is everything alright ? "

"M-My mom knew how to make monster sounds "

The boy teared up and wiped his nose

" Hey , I'm sorry for making you upset "

She said softly indicating him to breath in and out before he could get  a panic attack

" I saw their burnt bodies t-that day "

He kept rambling and sobbing rocking himself back and forth

" Is it ok if I wrap my hands around you ? "

She held out her arms and waited for the boy to come on his own

" Remember if it makes you uncomfortable than you can decline the offer alright? "

Y/n counted slowly as she saw him whimper and cry out loud

" He-e said he will kill me once he's out "

Loud cries where heard as he cried with his eyes closed 

" Listen can you tell me where you are now ? "

“ H-He’s staring at me ”

" Try touching the stress balls "

She had put some anti  stress toys on his bed to get him back into reality

" Good job keep kneading them and when I tell you to count till twenty you'll open your eyes

Y/n kept monitoring him as she felt him slowly focus more on the touches

“ Just focus on the smell I’ll be waving around your nose and tell me what it is "

She grabbed a strong mint oil and swung it around his nose as he sobbed

“ Tell what do you smell ”

“ I-It’s minty and strong it’s burning my nose ”

Y/n removed the bottle and waited for him to fully focus on his own

“ Keep breathing in and out , I’m here ”

The boy sniffed and slowly tried opening his eyes making Y/n feel bad because she slightly triggered him

“ Where are you now ? ”

“ I-In my room ”

He finally looked at her and wiped his eyes

“ I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable ”

She apologized looking at him with a sad smile

“ What is your name again ? ”

“ Y/n what about you ? ”

“ I’m J-Jongho ”

He sniffed again and looked at her as his eyes darted towards the mini bag she had with her

“ Want to know what’s in here ? ”

Jongho nodded and waited patiently

“ I brought you something that will help you a lot , there may be days I’ll be busy with the other patients and I won’t be able to check on you on time so I bought you a friend to keep you company for the while ”

She pulled out a yellow bear that had a hat on and a small Apple on his hand

“ Do you like it ? ”

He smiled at the bear and looked at her

“ It’s beautiful and smells like vanilla ”

“ You’ll find out the purpose why the bear gives out that smell ”

“ Thank you , you do seem nice but I don’t trust you that much fully ”

“That’s ok , trust comes first and also tomorrow you can have breakfast with the other boys if you’d like ”

“ I’ve never really left my room , are their big boys ? are they mean ? ”

“ Don’t worry the other three boys are nice but you don’t need to come if you don’t want to ”

He looked at the bear and back up to her

“ Can I take Joongie with me ? ”

She smiled and nodded

“ What a cute name you picked I like it ”

Y/n stood up and clapped the chair together

“ Well Jongho I’m looking forward to tomorrow, is there anything you’d like to eat ? ”

“ I don’t really like sweet stuff ”

“ How about a cheesy toast ? ”

He smiled and nodded

“ I’ll see you tomorrow than sweet dreams ”

She waited for him to lay back down and finally left

Getting to know patient 0823 done

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez atiny #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez imagines #ateez jongho #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez seonghwa #ateez yeosang #ateez yunho #ateez wooyoung #angst with a happy ending #jongho #a #ateez x reader #angst

[julibeeline]

hey! okay so dream said that he gets really heated in arguments and says stuff he doesn’t necessarily mean but after the arguments done and it’s been a couple hours he feels really bad about what he says and apologises, do you think you could write something based off of that? if you could include something like he leaves the house for a while and comes back to see you asleep on the couch after waiting for him? going. From angst to fluff

while i ostracize the ones who love me, back.

[cc!dreamwastaken x reader]

a/n: this one took a while, thanks so much for the request, it was fun to write :) enjoy <33

you could sense dream’s sour mood from the moment you walked into the living room. the evident frown on his face and his stiff body was not something you were used to. you slowly sat down on the couch next to him, gently brushing his shoulder up and down.

you had just finished an smp stream with george, just messing around the server and making joking comments here and there. but to dream, however, just looked like a bunch of bullshit.

the continous,

“hey y/n look what i got for you!”

“george touch me again and i will kill you with my sword”

“we make a good team y/n”

really set dream’s temper off to its finest.

he backed away from your touch, looking at you with pure rage and distress. 

“hey baby, whats wrong? d’ya wanna grab food maybe? or we can just watch a mov-“

“im not really in the mood right now, y/n. cant you tell?” he says, catching you off guard with his harsh tone. he saw the look of panic on your features for a split second.

“okay, then tell me whats going on.”

“its not like you would care anyways” he mumbles. since when did he get so bitter? you swore he was in a good mood, peppering kisses all over your face just before you left to george’s stream; less then 2 hours ago. 

“is this about the stream? is something bothering you clay?” you ask.

“of course its about the fucking stream y/n. take a goddamn hint.” his voice raises, harshly standing up in defense as you remain seated on the couch alone. you lift your head up to see his hands wavering all over the place.

“its about george. and its always about george for you isnt it? do you even like me? WHY ARE EVEN WITH ME IF YOURE GONNA SPEND HALF YOUR TIME TALKING TO GEORGE!” the words come spewing out of his mouth at a fast pace, too fast you almost couldnt catch them.

“what are you talking about?” you say, the temper building up in your chest. the pressure and anger let out of you making you feel unsteady.

“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” dream shouts. hes never shouted before.

“i couldnt care less if you left me for george, i dont even care about our relationship anymore. you ruined it, y/n. you ruined our relationship and days go by where im left wondering when youre gonna break up with me.” he walks around the living room in rage, the eeire silence felt too loud.

“go back to your stupid fucking streams with him. im going to take a drive.” he mumbles walking towards the door, grabbing the car keys off the counter.

hot tears blurred your sight, it all happened so fast. his words felt like a knife in your heart; you couldnt bare to take it out. those nasty words that were directed to you made you want to slap him across the face.

and so you started crying. as much as you wanted to cry your heart out, the only thing that came out of you was a silent sob. your body shook on the couch as you dropped your head to your knees, rocking yourself back and forth. your breath shuddered as it became harder for you to calm down.

as dream threw opened his car door, he ran his hands through his hair taking in a deep breath. he took the argument too far, his plans to carefully confront you about it had been buried inside his chest the moment you came out of the room. he sat in the drivers seat for a second, before turning the keys and drivng out of the house.

over time, the burning anger in his chest died down. but as it happened, the guilt built up. he thought back to his words, furrowing his eyebrows as he replayed each and every word in his head. everything he said was out of pure anger; “the heat of the moment” as some would say.

he cared about the relationship. for fucks sake, he cared so much. but when he felt your attention shift from him to george every single day, he couldnt help but want you to feel the same betrayal. the jealousy in his throat every time you called, texted or even talked about george in front of him got too much to handle.

he turned the music up, stressfully tapping the side of the car handle. he tried to slow his breathing and stop the tears from clouding his vision, but it seemed to have no use. he pulled over to the side of the empty, dark road. 

and then he let the tears fall. he sobbed into his hands. the fear of you leaving him made him say it to you; he wanted you to feel the fear of him leaving you. if you did care, that is.

I thought I couldn't love anymore

Turns out I can't,

but not for the same reasons as before

I use everyone I ever meet

I can't find the perfect match

Abuse those I love

While I ostracize the ones who love me,

Back

On the path of least resistance

I find myself salting the Earth

Every time that I miss you

I feel the way you hurt

And I don't deserve you

You deserve the world

Though it feels like we were built

From the same, dirt.

he turned the music off in fustration, clenching his muscles. he took a moment to calm down, his mind racing of things he should say to you when he got back. the apologies and the “please dont leave me, please forgive me’s”

by the time he reached the front door of the house, it was near midnight. he hesitantly turned the key and walked in. 

and you were there. asleep on the couch with the tv silently playing in the background. as he got closer to you, he noticed the tear stains on your cheeks, and ones on the sleeves on your sweater. it made him want to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

you were awoken by a gentle shaking, as you looked up to whoever it was. it was dream. his eyes were red and his hair was messy, as he brought you into a hug the moment he saw your eyes open.

“im so sorry baby, i didnt mean any of it.” he cries. he sobs so hard on your shoulder before you can even process it. you rub his back as he struggles to speak, hicupps interuppting his words. “please dont leave me” he mumbles repeatedly. 

“im not going anywhere, clay.” you say.

you werent ready to forgive him, you were ready to listen. 

and he was ready to speak.

the kisses at night, cuddles before breakfast and the “I love you’s” in the car were too good to give up just yet.

#dream smp #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken angst #mcyt angst

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 28

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You reached the roadhouse, slipped quietly in and packed your bag, and left no word to anyone. You thought that by moving here,  you would have a better life. But this was something you couldn't get your head around.  You uncovered your bike, jumped on it, and disappeared from everyone.

You sat on the chair screaming,  though your voice was not heard, your body sat silently, calmly, and sickeningly admiringly watching the man pacing in front of you.

“Let's be nice to our guest darling,” The man smiled at you,  caressing your cheek.

“Castiel, brother“ he welcomed the man,  who was standing in a circle of fire.

Castiel looked at you "Y/N,  I am here with the Winchesters” but no emotion came from you.

“You won't get much out of her” Lucifer smiled “I've had a few months to work my charm on her, ” he grinned at Castiel,  walking behind you and placing his chin on your head, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. Making you sneer in disgust inside your head.

“You can't have her or Sam Winchester” Casitel stated, “ I am not going to let you have any of them.”

Lucifer turned you to face him and held you in his arms,  as he leaned in to kiss you he heard a voice yell “Hey!”

You both turned and saw Sam “You wanted to see me?“ he commanded.

“He came,” you gleefully looked to Lucifer.

“Sam,  no need for weapons here,  we won't hurt you, we love you” Lucifer tried to diffuse him and pushed you towards him. As you stretched out your arms to embrace the man, a voice came from behind you.

“Yea, but maybe I kill her” Dean grabbed you pointing a gun to your head, then at Lucifer and pulled the trigger, causing Lucifer to drop to the ground.

"You won't kill me,  you love her too much “ you laughed turning to face Dean,  your eyes turning black. "And guess what,  you didn't kill him either,” You smiled wide.

Dean tried to comprehend your words for a second then he heard Lucifer cough “Okay owww, where did you get that?” he asked, rising to his feet.

“Don't feel too bad Sammy,  the colt can't kill me. I'm one of the only five things it can't kill” Lucifer said turning to face him “ But I knew you weren't going to make it easy for me and just say yes “ he stood looking at Sam “ I mean, even after I got you the perfect wife"  he looked over at you winking.

"You see I may need your permission to be my vessel,  but I certainly don’t need hers to sire my children, shame though the girl is spitfire really put up a hell of a fight that I had to call in reinforcements. Though when the time comes,  I would have loved to see what that was like in bed. Without the demon." Looking at Dean and grinning, taunting him.

“It's never gonna happen,  me or her” Sam shouted at him.

“Really Sam,  I think it's gonna happen and I think it’s going to happen soon,  you will say yes to me, but to show you I am a nice guy I'll give her back,  but make no mistake you are both mine and I will come for you, both of you.” you felt the sensation of your body falling to the floor and then darkness.

You awoke in Bobby's house “Thank fuck, I knew you would find me.“ you sighed in relief.

But as you looked around the room the mood was unsettling. No one would meet your eye.

“Dean,  I promise that wasn't me I didn't say yes” You got up and held his hands trying to convince him, pleading with him.

But what he did next surprised you “I know sweetheart I know, I'm so sorry” You felt his tears on your head and then his lips softly brushing your temple.

You looked between them, panic building up inside of you “ What's going on,  what happened?”

But no one answered.

“Someone to talk to me" your voice raised, breaking away from Dean "Please." you pleaded.

“Y/N,” Dean said lowly “It's Jo and Ellen,”

“No “ you pointed at him angrily “ Don't you dare say what I think you're going to say.”

“Y/N,” Bobby said softly.

You span round to face him, Shaking your head from side to side, tears streaming down your face.

“No Bobby, I don't believe you, It's not true” you cried. "it can't be true. They are the only family I have"

You looked frantically between the four men, hoping they would take it back, begging it was some kind of mistake.

But their heads were bowed not looking at you. Even the angel wouldn’t look at you.  You heard Sam sniff and saw tears fall from his face.

Then you felt Dean's arms grab you, "No" you slapped him away "your lying, I don't believe you."

He tried again to hold you but you pushed him back and ran out the front door, vomited, and screamed until your throat was sore.

You felt Dean wrap his arms around you “I'm so sorry baby girl,  I'm so sorry,”

But you had no words, just tears.

“I want to be alone Dean” you whispered.

Dean reluctantly walked away. When you were alone, you took the photo from your wallet and stared at it, the only family you had. You took your lighter and burned it. You stomped on it with your boot with anger and you left.

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[spaceagebachelormann]

Hey so maybe Ymir with a friend/girlfriend who stutters a lot or has really bad anxiety?

And she calms her down by singing

I feel like Ymir would have such a soothing singing voice but idk

anxiety

pairing: ymir x reader

warnings: panic attack, anxiety, my unrealistic expectations of grisha yeager, jealous ymir (slightly), poorly written fic, swearing

summary: ymir calms down her girlfriend with her lovely singing

masterlist

You had been diagnosed with anxiety when you were 8. Your childhood friend, Eren, had observed the way you always seemed nervous and uncomfortable, and told his father, who was a doctor, about it.

One day, Grisha, his father, had taken a few tests and asked you some questions to see if his theory was correct.

And, it was. He diagnosed you with anxiety, and prescribed you with medication.

Normally, you brought said medication with you everywhere, and your girlfriend, Ymir, made sure of it. But today, you, her and Krista were in a rush, and you had all forgotten about your meds.

And currently, you were in training.

And, training made you nervous.

“Y/N?” Armin asked from across you, his observant nature taking in your uneasiness. “Is everything okay?”

You looked from the ground, and up at the blonde.

“Yeah, everything’s alright. I just feel like i’ve forgotten something important.” You said in response.

“Do you have an idea of what it might be?”

“No, not yet.”

Armin looked like he was about to say something, but he was quickly shut up when Jean came up to you, and whisked you away.

“I was specifically asked to train with you.” He said, with a cocky grin.

“By who?” You asked timidly. Jean had always intimidated you, but you weren’t quite sure why. As you two kept walking, the more fear began to build up in your chest.

“By-”

“Oh, shut up, horseface.”

An arm slung itself across your shoulders, and pulled you into the figures side. You looked up and saw Ymir glaring at Jean.

“Nobody asked you to train with anybody. you just want to flirt with my girlfriend.” She stated, not breaking eye contact with him for even a moment.

Krista stepped onto your other side.

“And, she was already training with Armin.” She said, glancing back at the blonde boy.

“Who cares? It’s not like-”

Ymir dragged a finger down his face.

“What was the first thing I said to you? I remember it was shut up. Do that.”

Jean rolled his eyes and walked away, grumbling something about how annoying Ymir was.

“You okay?” She asked, turning her gaze onto you and smiling slightly.

“Yeah.. I am now.” You said, although the fear in your chest was still there.

The girls walked you back to your training partner, and when you were with Armin again, he didn’t ask any questions. He knew that Jean had most likely attempted to try something with you, and Ymir had taken care of it.

The problem you were facing now was how scared you had gotten when Annie and Armin switched training partners, meaning you had to attempt to fight her.

Annie was another person who made you nervous, the way she always seemed like she didn’t care, her emotionless expression, her dinosaur strength, it all scared you.

And it didn’t help the way her gaze was piercing into you, and her arms positioned in front of her face, ready to attack.

And, when you were about to try and kick her, you got cold feet.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t- I can’t do this.” You shouted, turning on your heel and running away, pretending you didn’t hear the voices of your friends calling after you.

~

You were hiding in the change room, counting the seconds as tears continued to stream down your face.

You both feared and hoped the girls would come back soon, so you weren’t alone anymore, but you also didn’t want them to ask you a million questions.

Suddenly, the door opened. And, there stood Ymir.

“Well,” She began, tossing you a bottle. But, not just any bottle, your medication bottle. “I found out why you were so nervous during training.” She stated.

You looked up at her with glassy eyes, not noticing the way her expression softened at the sight of your tear-stained face.

“You forgot your meds. And, I forgot to remind you. My bad. You alright?”

She sat down across from you, analyzing your face and posture, ready to detect any lie you tried to send her way.

“No,” You admitted, holding back the rest of the tears. “training has always made me nervous. So have Jean and Annie. So, Jean trying to flirt with me, and Annie being ready to kick my ass mixed with my hatred of training and the fact I didn’t have my meds made me really nervous.”

You failed, and the tears fell freely down your face.

“I bet I looked pathetic.” You said, voice breaking.

Ymir moved beside you, once again wrapping her arm around you, and pulling you into her side.

“It’s not entirely your fault. If I had remembered your meds, you would have been, well, not fine. But, better.” She mumbled.

You sniffed loudly, causing more droplets to fall.

“I know how to calm you down.” Your girlfriend said, beginning to grin at her great idea.

And, she began to sing to you. Her voice was soft and soothing, making you feel like you could fall asleep right then and there.

Guess what! That’s exactly what you did. Her voice calmed you down enough, and you fell asleep.

When Ymir noticed this, she breathily laughed and swooped you up into her arms, immediately heading towards your room, telling Commander Sadies some made up excuse for your state, and made sure you were cozy before leaving.

You never forgot your meds again.

#aot #attack on titan #attack on titan ymir #ymir #ymir snk #ymir x reader #aot x reader #mars writing 🧈 #cherry ☀️

[winterbanner]

Clean (Bruce Banner x GN!Reader)

Summary: The guilt was all consuming with the weight of a fellow agent's death on your shoulders, making you feel filthy. Bruce does everything he can to help.

Tags: ANGST, Hurt/Comfort, Protective!Bruce, Sam Wilson being Helpful

Word Count: 1525

Warnings: Canon Level Violence, Grief, Negative Self-Talk, Blood, Non-Sexual Nudity, Language, Panic Attacks

A/N: I apologize again for the copious amounts of angst I have been posting to this account. Also, I am wholly and and completely infatuated with this man.

She was screaming.

Her anger fueled wailing echoed over the city, as she struggled against Sam's hold. Laura thrashed against his grip, her cheeks coated with tears. Her engagement ring glistened under the dimming sunlight, her pregnant belly protruding from beneath her jacket. Sam was attempting to calm her, his soothing words doing virtually nothing to stop her hate filled verbal assault, his hands being the only thing stopping her from strangling you right then and there.

You wouldn't have blamed her if she did; if she had left you there gasping for air, your limp body lying lifeless on the helipad.

After all, her beloved fiancé was dead.

And it was all your fault.

Agent Thomas Faircloth, a gap toothed rookie, with a bright smile and a willingness to please. You and the other trainers had found his charm irresistible, with his innocent boy-scout-like demeanor and impossibly good intentions.

The day he announced Laura was pregnant would forever be engraved into your consciousness, like some sort of infected tattoo. He carried his daughter's ultrasound photos in his wallet, showing them with pride to anyone who would listen. His eyes sparkled with joy as he described he and Laura's plans to build a life together.

Last time you saw those eyes they were lifeless, his body covered in blood like some sort of sacrificial lamb.

Now there you were, standing on the helipad frozen in shame, tactical gear caked in his blood. You had tried to explain to Laura what had happened, how you were ambushed, how he sacrificed himself to save you, how your attempts to stop the bleeding failed. Guilt burned behind your eyes as you attempted to apologize, tears brimming over when you were met with her sorrowful screams.

'It's not fucking fair!" she yelled. "I need him, our baby needs him! You shouldn't have let him die! For all I care you should be the one that's dead!"

“Okay that’s enough!” Bruce shouted in anger as he stepped between the two of you, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulders, pulling you flush to his side.  He had wanted to take you away from this situation from the start, but each time he tried you had pushed him away. You had to listen, you had let her words sting.

This was your punishment.

Your mind was completely blank, the tears streaming down your face leaving behind trails of clean skin amidst a coating of splattered blood. Sam pulled Laura away, as Bruce guided you to the elevator, his comforting words barely registering as the metal doors came to a close. 

You could feel the frustration emanating from his presence as he smashed the elevator buttons much harder than necessary. He didn’t like hearing you be spoken to with such malice, with complete and utter hatred. If those words had left anybody else’s mouth he would have went absolutely fucking ballistic. Laura, however, was in the midst of probably the most prolific pain she would ever experience and so he held his tongue.

Bruce was the absolute most gentle man one could meet. He was a pacifist at his core, with an immense aversion to conflict of any kind. When it came to protecting you, however, it was as if some of the Hulk's rage flowed through his own veins. Fists were never used, but insults would fly and they would be brutal.

He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your body pressed into his side as he led you down the hall and into your room. He locked the door behind him, a sigh leaving his chest as the frustration began to vacate his body.

You remained silent, your hands still stained red, your body shaking with emotion. Bruce approached you with open arms, his warm body enveloping you in safety. You remained stiff in his hold, your mind resisting the temptation to give in to his comforting embrace.

You felt too filthy for his touch, the stench of death engrossing your presence, its evidence staining your skin with a velvety hue. So, you gently pushed him away while using every bit of control you had to hold back the floodgate of tears threatening to burst.

“I’m gonna go shower.” You stated, your voice cracking against your will as you quickly made your way into the bathroom. 

With trembling hands and tear-clouded eyes, you managed to strip your tactical suit from your body, its blood soaked fabric sticking to your skin. It was when you finally stepped into the shower that you broke down, the sounds of running water drowning out your cries.

The red stained water circled the drain below your feet, a metallic smell emanating from the surrounding tile. It surrounded you, encasing you in death as your breaths began to quicken.

You had to get him off of you.

He was everywhere, all over you. His death, his blood, his wife's screams. He was suffocating you, he had stained your body.

Your trembling had only grown worse, causing you to drop the bottle of body wash to the floor, the bath cloth in your hand slipping from your hold.  Between the water raining down onto your shaking body, and the tears streaming from your eyes, it felt as though you were drowning. You desperately wanted to wash him off, you needed to wish him off, to scrub layer after layer of skin from your body until you finally felt clean from the remnants of his death.

You were desperate. 

You couldn’t breathe. 

He was all over you. 

Bruce must’ve heard your cries, because suddenly you heard the creak of the door as it opened ever-so-slightly.

“C-can I help?” He asked, his voice nothing but gentle.

"Please.” You croaked, the word barely audible through your broken sobs and quickened breaths.

In response Bruce threw off his shirt and jeans before stepping into the shower. Without hesitation he took the cloth and soap from your hands and wrapped you in his arms. You clung to him as if he were a lifeline; a buoy in the midst of a stormy sea.

“I-I have to get him off of me. Please I-I need it gone. Help I-I.” 

“Shh” He whispered. “I’ll help. I'm right here honey, everything's okay.” 

He continued to hold you as he ran his hands over your body. With his familiar palms he touched every inch of you, the remnants of death absent in their wake. The water below you became clear, the stench of death replaced by the smell of lavender and Bruce’s cologne.

Your naked body began to shiver as the water grew cold. He finished up quickly before wrapping you in a towel, his arms remaining encased around you as he led you back into the bedroom.

He pulled out one of his old college t-shirts, the one you always slept in on the nights he was gone. The stretched out and faded fabric that smelled purely of him. He paired it with your favorite pair of loose fitting pajama shorts. 

Once dressed you sat on the edge of your mattress, your eyes transfixed on the wall in front of you, your cheeks adorned with tears. Your mind continued to race with thoughts of Laura, of the child she would bare, of Tommy's excitement for fatherhood.

Bruce knelt before you, his hands reaching up to wipe the tears from your face. 

“This wasn’t your fault.” He whispered, your face remaining cupped in his palms. “Laura is grieving. What she said out there, it- it isn’t true.”

He felt tears begin to brim in his own eyes. “Neither one of you was supposed to die, but he made the decision to save you. And I-I will forever be indebted to him because if you hadn't made it I don't know what I would've done. I n-need you here..."

You encased his hand in yours, your thumb rubbing gentle patterns over his skin. 

“It wasn’t your fault, you did everything you could. Please, please know that.”

You pulled his knuckles up to your lips before nodding your head in agreement.

He locked your lips in a kiss, a slow yet passionate display of he love. Then, pulled the covers back from the bed, allowing both of you to crawl inside. He wrapped his arms around you, your head flush against his chest, his heartbeat permeating your ears, his hands running through your hair. 

The tears still flowed as you began to escape from the clutches of the initial shock. Bruce's thumb delicately wiped them away.

His hands gently ran up and down your body once more. Still they managed to wash the remnants of guilt away, the absence of soap and water unimportant in the wake of his care. He held you impossibly close, your bodies connected as the emotions took their toll. 

“It’s over now. I’ve got you.” 

You felt your eyelids close, the dirt and grime of unimaginable guilt washed away by his calloused hands and truthful words.

You were clean.

#bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x you #bruce banner #hulk #sam wilson #as much as i love the other characters i talk about on this account #i will always be a bruce banner stan first #that is the actual loml

[la-undercover-latina]

Monkey Baby?

Summary: After delivering Addison, she makes a weird noise and Amber realizes that she DID have something get passed down of hers to her beautiful baby girl.

TW: mention of birth if that triggers you

Amber had fallen asleep, exhaustion finally getting to her after giving birth and the excitement of seeing her baby girl for the first time.

So Andy sat back in one of the reclining rocking chairs with his baby girl wrapped snugly in her swaddle on his bare chest. She opened her mouth to yawn but what could only be described as a monkey noise came out.

Andy quickly and gently moved her so he could look at her face. She was fine, no signs of distress. But he still walked over to where the bassinet was and placed his baby in there before ringing for the nurse. Within a minute, a nurse had jogged up to the room.

“Is everything alright?” She asked, and Andy picked up Addison.

“I was holding her to my chest and she made a monkey sound when she yawned.” The panic was clear in his baritone voice.

“Let’s take a peek at her. Hello Miss Addison,” the nurse smiled, taking the baby from the new father.

The commotion woke up the new mother.

“Andy? Is Addison alright?” She croaked out before reaching for water, her throat super dry.

“She’s fine mom,” The nurse smiled, still listening to Addison’s heart.

“Dad here just freaked out. Her vitals are perfect,” The nurse told the parents and Andy relaxed.

“Did she make a monkey noise?” Amber asked, a smirk on her lips as she leaned her head back.

“Yeah, did you hear it?”

“No. But my parents and uncles used to tease me and say I was born a monkey and they snipped off my tail because I made monkey noises after my mom had me,” Amber laughed.

“At least something of mine came through,” Amber rubbed her eyes. A knock sounded at the door and when the door opened, Tommy stuck his head in.

“Hi baby girl. How’s our new parents?” He asked before opening the door. Nikki and Taylor followed Tommy with Heather and Ella bringing up the rear with bags of food in their hands.

“We brought food,” Heather announced.

“I already sent Andy to get my first post labor meal,” Amber laughed.

“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t want more food?” Heather raised an eyebrow at her daughter.

“Nope,” Amber smiled, popping the P and grabbing the bag of food.

Everyone picked a spot as they waited patiently for their turn with the new baby. While Tommy held her, everything else ceased around him. All he could see was the crystal blue of her eyes.

“Damn, the Lee genes end with you Pumpkin,” Tommy told her before handing her to Heather.

“Apparently not all of it ended with me,”

“What do you mean sweetie?” Heather asked, finally taking her turn with Addison.

“She made the monkey noise,” Amber answered, bracing herself for the monkey baby jokes.

“So did you snip her tail too?” Nikki laughed teasingly, before walking towards his niece and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Yeah, right when they cut the cord, I had Amy snip the tail too,” Amber played along.

“She’s beautiful, baby girl,” Heather told her daughter with a beaming smile. She couldn’t believe she was now a grandmother. Heather gave the newborn to Taylor since she was closest.

“So I’ll give her to you honey and then you can give her to her godmother,” Taylor told her husband.

“Hello darling,” Taylor whispered and Addison closed her eyes before yawning again and making the monkey noise.

“Yeap Tommy you passed on the monkey gene to another generation,” Taylor teased as she handed the newborn to her husband.

“God, I remember holding you like this pipsqueak,” Nikki told Amber, who was just basking in her family getting to meet the newest addition to the Lee and Biersack families.

“I really wish Yaya could’ve met her,” Amber felt tears build in her eyes and Andy wiped them away as they streamed down her cheeks. Tommy walked over and hugged his little girl.

“She’d be so proud of you honey. Addison is beautiful and I’m so proud of you,”

“I just miss her daddy,”

“I know, baby. I miss her too. You might want to bring Addison to meet Pop before his time comes too baby,” he told her, hating the words coming from his lips. But he had to face the facts. His father was getting up in age and he had no idea how long he and Amber had with him.

“Yeah dad. He’s been so excited when I’ve been on the phone with him,” Amber could just picture the elderly man bouncing with excitement for his first great grandchild.

“We’ll go there on our way home from the hospital,” Andy told his wife, rubbing her hand with the pad of his thumb.

“Alright godmother time,” Ella smiled, taking the baby from her dad.

“Hi Addy. It’s Auntie Ella,” she couldn’t help a couple tears from streaming down her eyes.

“I’m so happy you’re finally out of your momma so Uncle Justin and I can spoil you,”

“Not too much,” Taylor warned her. Ella gave her mom an angelic smile and Andy raised an eyebrow at the godmother of his newborn daughter.

“You spoil her, you’re dealing with the tantrums,” Andy laughed. Tommy walked towards Ella, wanting to bask in the presence of his first grand baby.

“I’m so proud of you my love,” Andy told his wife, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Thank you baby. I couldn’t have done it without you,” Amber smiled, sleep starting to drag her back down again.

“I think you would’ve but you’ll never have to. I’ll always be here,” Andy told her and like that Addison started to cry.

“Andy, can you grab the book and I’ll tell you if it’s a diaper change or a feeding,” Amber asked her husband, moving to sit up.

“What’s the book for?” Ella asked, bouncing Addison until Andy grabbed her.

“The nurses want us to track her diaper changes and her feedings,” Amber explained.

“Alright sweetie, we’ll give you guys some privacy. Let us know if you need us to bring anything,” Tommy told her, grabbing his jacket.

“Actually Tommy, would you mind doing us a quick favor? Would you mind bringing this to have the animals smell?” Andy gave Addison to Amber and grabbed one of Addison’s hats that she wore for a few hours.

“Yeah of course,” Tommy smiled. The couple’s German Shepherd and cats had been staying at Tommy and Brittany’s while Amber was giving birth.

“Do you still have her tail? I’ll have them sniff that too?” Tommy teased and Heather placed a hand on her ex-husband’s arm.

“Come on Tommy, let’s give Andy and Amber time with their baby,” she spoke gently before giving her daughter a kiss on the forehead and giving her son in law a hug.

“Thank you both for making me a grandma,” she smiled before her and Tommy left.

“Your dad was right Amber. If you need anything, call one of us,” Nikki told her while she changed Addison.

“Thanks Uncle Nikki,” she smiled while he kissed the top of her head.

“I still can’t believe she’s finally here,” Andy whispered while Amber began to feed Addison.

“I still can’t believe you fainted,” Amber shook her head, a delicate smile on her lips.

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[amanuensisnessy]

Return to Avant-Garde #004

It barely seems like 20 minutes have passed by when the bell rings.

“You got here quick,” I’m still disinfecting the counters when he bolts towards me.

“Quick!” he slams his open palms on the clean counters, “I’ve been trying to get back here for the last 7 years.” Just to get his point across he throws his arms in the air, “ON PURPOSE!”

I laugh, “ It’s been barely 20 minutes for me. How did you not give up?”

His cheeks blow up in frustration, “I’ve come here multiple times and have always wondered why you’re always here! I’ll admit, there were some weeks when I stopped looking, but then I would find some clue that made me pick up the trail. You WILL finish your tale and you WILL tell me how you got here!” He was pointing his index finger at me angrily.

I pointed it away, “Fair is fair. But how did you get back here this time?”

His hair was pulled back into a small bun with some tresses falling down to his shoulders. He was flashing a chocolate colored fitted suit with black cufflinks. He wasn’t carrying his usual leather pouch, but was wearing a gold ring with a black stone in the middle. He looked great compared to the other fits he had, but now I wasn’t certain from when he came from. “ I’m a representative to a charity event at the Lilywood hospital. I thought I saw you at the window of the giftshop on their ground floor. Probably stared a good minute before bolting towards the door. How come you were in a gift shop this time and not in the usual pharmacy-type of building?”

I shrugged, “Time is weird. Maybe you caught a glimpse of my future. Did you see anything else?”

“No,” his voice dripped with melancholy, “I’m sorry.”

“No worries. You’re here for the rest of that story, right?”

“If you wouldn’t mind”

I took out two cups and filled them up with the good stuff. We sat in the breakroom where I continued the rest of my story:

I woke up days later in the same spot I had died. 

The first breath was painful. I could feel the air rushing into my lungs, but I could not remember how to let it out. I kept sucking in air as I laid on my back on the sticky floor. My hands reached to my neck. I tried to massage my throat hoping it would trigger something in my brain to let the air go. The air finally escaped my lungs and my panic subsided. I was drooling from the corners of my mouth. Tears had streamed down to my ears. 

Sitting up was no less painful than that first breath, but at least I could manage. As I took in my surroundings my panic spiked for the second time. I had been lying on a bizarre symbol of white, gold, and red. I scrambled away from the symbol and straight towards the door. I wasn’t going to stay there a second longer to inspect the details. I thought the best solution was to get on the bus to anywhere and then sort out the mess I had found myself in. 

I ended up walking around town. Aimlessly walking in and out of stores. It was in one of these stores where I figured I should buy something to change into. I picked some black cargo sweatpants and a green sweater to replace the soiled garments I had on. It’s a wonder that someone hadn’t called the police. I ripped the tags off before putting them on and changed rather quickly. 

I paused when I took my shirt off.

The place where I had been stabbed glowed between gold and white. I swear it pulsed with each beat of my heart. I left my clothes in the changing room. Bless the lady at the cash register for not asking any questions. Bless her in everything she does.

I did not start organizing my thoughts until after I sat down in the café. It was mid afternoon when I left Silas home, and between all the aimless walking around it was starting to get dark. My sandwich had turned into multiple tiny sandwiches and the most I had done with the lemonade was pop it open. 

I was as jumpy as a mouse and I was ready to run faster than Usain Bolt at the slightest of movement. When a stranger sat down in front of me that was exactly what I was going to do.

Sadly she had grabbed a hold of me. She must have felt the goosebumps running up and down my arms because she gently placed her hand on top of mine. “Please don’t go. I’m sorry for scaring you… amongst other things.”

I took a closer look at her. Beautiful brown eyes told me she was being sincere. Her shoulders were relaxed, but I could tell she wanted my time by the grip of her manicured hand. So I sank back down onto my seat.

“I am so sorry for what happened to you. I thought Silas had your consent and -”

I cut her off here, “How do you know Silas?” 

I had a million thoughts running through my head. Was she a part of Silas’s cult? Was she at the party? Have there been more before me? Am I no longer safe?

“I’m Silas’ wife, Anita.”

My mind went quiet with this new information. The questions stopped coming and instead was being replaced with rage and insults towards the scumbag. He was married and he had the audacity to court me?

“I didn’t know,” my voice came out in a stammer.

“ Don’t worry. He’s got a few partners tied to him.”

This nonchalant conversation should have had more anger. I should have been more angry, but the way they spoke left me confused. Grasping to understand the situation and struggling to find a way to react. So I sat there like a blubbering fish. 

When I refused to respond she continued to explain.

Silas had the blessing of immortality and youth. It wasn’t always a blessing, but Silas had the nasty habit of making things work out for him at the expense of others. The night of the party was supposed to be the beginning of a new life. One where I had an entire community to support me for centuries to come. I didn’t know a single person at that party but they had all come from different backgrounds. Some  were running away from abusive households. Other’s wanted a chance to experience a life they were never granted. There were a few fools who took the offer out of curiosity. 

I kept hearing stories about people in the community and the years they have seen. The tragedies they’ve suffered through together. The accomplishments they have participated in. And the changes they continue to fight for. I believed every word she spoke, except for the amount of time these people had roamed the earth.

Immortality was the biggest selling point Anita was pushing onto me. I finally reacted in the best way I could; I laughed maniacally. I was garnering attention from other people enjoying their evening drink. I couldn’t tell if Anita was uncomfortable with my breakdown or if she was used to it, given the number of years she had claimed to live through.

“Listen, I believe you’ve all gone through,” I struggled to find the words that would not suggest how delusional she sounded, "something that left an impact, but I don’t think following a manipulative son of a bitch who would stab ‘the love of his life’ during a party is an appropriate way to deal with the problems you face. The fact that you believe in immortality is concerning and I want nothing to do with it.”

I took my lemonade and headed towards the exit.

She got up, but not to follow me. Instead she called after me, “I’m not lying and you know it.”

I did not say a word to her as the cafe door squeaked closed. I didn’t want to believe her, but the glowing stab over my heart said something supernatural was going on. And the only lead I had was Anita, or worse Silas.

I prayed to some higher cosmic power that everything would be okay. But I guess I didn’t pray hard enough.

At this point of my story I took a longer sip of my drink.

Amos was jumping up and down with anticipation. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do next. Almost.

“Well I have to get back to work.”

Amos almost fell off of his chair at my impertinence, “You said you were going to finish your story.”

I pointed to the door that led back to the pharmacy, “I have a customer.” As the words escaped my lips the bell rang and I smiled rather wickedly, “You’re welcome to stay here and finish your drink.”

“No. I’d rather see who would interrupt this story time and why,” Amos followed close behind me, “I’m sure they’ll buy some interesting items too.”

I had no doubt that they would, but I would have to go out and help them to find out. “ Make sure not to hover over the customer. I want them to feel safe while they’re shopping. God knows they have had it hard.”

“I promise to do no such thing,” he held his hand over his heart and raised the other near his head.

“Good,” I huffed as I went to greet the customer. Satisfied that I was finally the one to end the conversation.

I was quickly disappointed when I heard him mumbling, “I’m still gonna be nosy though.”

The smart-aleck managed to get the last word in again.

Part 3 - Part 5

#avant garde #this didn't happen #writing #creative writing #I honestly thought this was it #but no there's more

[cube-cumb3r]

hey does anyone remember way back when, where ranboo did that stream a few days before the green festival, where he lost his memory book and did some serious role-playing for the first time ever and we were all shocked like HUH WAIT RANBOO DOES LORE??? HE DOES LORE NOW?? AND HES GOOD AT IT???

good times

#ranboo #mcyt #dream smp #q-rambl3 #i legitimately had not watched a single stream of his before that #i was as shocked as the rest of you #look at us now #and then the stream that came after when he build his Panic Room #i remember watching the vod for that one where he realized he could turn of donos #and not be interrupted by GIVE US SOME MONEY during serious rp moments #dsmp

[allthingsfangirl101]

Boyfriends Know All–Steve Harrington

"Hey, gorgeous," Steve smiled the second I walked into the ice cream shop.

"Hey, babe," I said, hoping my voice wasn't as shaky as I felt.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I stuttered.

"Y/N," he said gently as he rested his elbows on the counter, "I know you. When something bothers you or scares you, you start to stutter. What's wrong, baby? Did something happen at work?"

"It's just going to make you mad," I whispered.

Steve walked around the counter, grabbed my hand, and led me over to the empty booth in the corner.

"Talk to me," he said as we sat down. "What happened during your shift today? Did a customer bother you?"

"It's nothing," I started to stutter, but Steve cut me off.

"Y/N, what happened?"

"Tommy came by today," I finally confessed.

"What?" Steve asked through his teeth. He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to calm down. "What did he want?"

I pulled my hand out of his grasp and tucked both of them under the table. I started picking at my fingernail polish as I struggled to hold back my anxiety attack.

"Y/N? What's wrong, babe?"

I struggled to breathe as the guilt overwhelmed me. When Steve noticed I was having a panic attack, Steve jumped up and sat next to me.

"Y/N, just breathe. "Okay? Just breathe and talk to me, babe."

When I didn't say anything, Steve wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.

"It's okay," he whispered. "Whatever happened, I promise I won't get mad. Especially not at you. What did Tommy say to you, babe?"

"He wouldn't leave me alone," I started to explain as tears streamed down my face. "He kept following me around as I refolded the clothes and cleaned out the dressing rooms. Then. . ."

I pulled out of our embrace before telling him the part I knew would make him angry.

"He kissed me."

"He what?"

"I pushed him off of me the second he kissed me," I started to nervously stutter. "I swear, Steve. I didn't kiss him back. I'd never do that to you."

"I know that, babe," Steve said, trying to calm down and comfort me at the same time.

"I'm so sorry," I said, finally breaking.

"Hey," he said softly. "You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N. Okay?"

"You're not mad at me?"

"Mad at you? Baby," he sighed. "Why would I be mad at you? He's the one who kissed you. That wasn't your fault."

"It was horrible," I whispered as I choked back another sob. "He just. . . He pushed me against one of the dressing rooms and. . . I couldn't get him off me. . . I'm sorry, Steve."

He shook his head as he pulled me into his chest. "I'm sorry he did that to you," he whispered. "Please tell me you told security."

"Our security guard Lucas got him off of me."

"I thought you pushed him off of you," Steve said gently. There wasn't an ounce of anger or judgment in his voice. He was asking for clarification. Nothing more.

"I did," I stuttered. "But when I tried to walk away, he grabbed me again. He pulled me into his chest and said that the next time he came around if I rejected him, he'd. . . He'd take what he wanted anyway. That's when Lucas walked by."

"He said that?" Steve asked through his teeth.

I looked up to see the anger in his eyes building. Suddenly, Steve jumped out of the booth. I quickly chased after him. Just before he could leave the ice cream shop, I grabbed his arm.

"Steve, please," I said, my voice breaking. "Please, don't do anything. It's not. . . I'm not worth it."

"You most definitely are worth it," he said, anger still in his voice. "You're my girlfriend and that asshole thinks he can. . . He forced himself on you and. . . If he ever touches you again. . ."

I cut off his angry rambling and wrapped my arms around his neck. He let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry, baby."

"I'm sorry too," I whispered. We stood in silence, our warms still wrapped around each other. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent—his usual cologne mixed with the smell of sugary sprinkles.

"Are you done with your shift?" He asked, his voice soft.

"I am," I said, pulling out of his hug with a smile on my face.

"Well," he chuckled, "I only have an hour left. Wanna keep me company?"

                                * * * * *

I sat at the bar and talked to Steve and Robin as he finished his shift. He was just about to sign out when I heard a laugh that made my blood freeze. He looked at me before looking at the door. Steve instantly reached over and grabbed my hand.

"I'll be right back, baby."

"Steve," I stuttered, tightening my grip on his hand. "Just go sign out. Please? Then we can go back to my house, order some dinner, and watch a movie."

When he hesitated, I squeezed his hand and lowered my voice, "Please, Steve. Let's just go."

He leaned over the bar and kissed me. When he pulled back, he smiled.

"Give me two minutes."

"Two minutes," I chuckled.

I chewed on my bottom lip as he turned around and walked back into their break room. Not one minute later. . .

"Hey, you."

"Hi, Tommy," I said, my voice soft. I looked up at the doors Steve walked through, wishing he'd come back.

I held my breath as Tommy walked up behind me. I didn't move as he put his hands on each side of the bar behind me, trapping me.

"We didn't get to finish our conversation from earlier," he smirked.

"Tommy," I stuttered. "Steve's in the back."

"Then I guess we better make this quick," he whispered. "And quiet."

I let out a small surprised shriek as he leaned down and kissed my neck.

"Tommy. . . Please. . . Stop. . ."

I gasped in pain when he bit my neck. "Please. . . Get off of me."

"Hey!"

Suddenly, Tommy was roughly pulled off of me and thrown across the shop.

"Steve," I said, his name getting caught in my throat. He walked over and stood protectively in front of me.

"She told you to get off," Steve said through his teeth.

"What the hell, man?" Tommy grunted as he stood up.

"You know what the hell," Steve scoffed. "You've been forcing yourself on my girlfriend and it stops now. I'm only going to warn you once. If I find out you haven't left her alone, I swear I will kick your ass."

"Me?" Tommy scoffed. "Your girlfriend is the one begging me to show her a good time."

"No, I haven't," I stuttered. "I'd never cheat on you, Steve."

"I know," he said with his back still to me.

"Lying, horny bitch," Tommy scoffed.

I sucked in a breath when Steve punched him.

"Stay the hell away from Y/N!"

Steve remained protectively in front of me until Tommy was all the way out of the mall. When he finally turned towards me, his eyes were soft.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently.

Instead of responding, I wrapped my arms around him. He laughed before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"If he ever bothers you again, tell me right away."

"I will," I said, leaning back. "I promise."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled as I started kissing him back. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I love you, babe," he whispered.

"I love you too."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joe keery POV

[luniellar]

I loved your Druig and Avenger!reader imagine! Could you write one where he (attempts) to confesses his feelings to the Avenger!reader when he’s patching her up after a mission only for someone (you can pick if it’s an Avenger or Eternal) ruins it but they kiss in the end?

Patched Up - Druig X Avenger!Reader

warnings: some bad words

notes: a very protective and jealous druig

feat: bucky barnes

link to the previous druig and avenger!reader imagine request - but chronologically this one comes before ‘Not Sharing is Caring’

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You bit down on your lips as the sharp pain on your left arm radiated to the rest of your body. The entire ride back to the Avengers campus smelled of iron and medical alcohol as the high-priority agents were getting patched up from the mission this morning.

You held a piece of cloth that you tore off from the bottom of your shirt firmly against the open wound, but you could still feel the initial contact of the cold blade as it gouged into your shoulders. Thankfully, most of the blood was coagulating and only tiny streams of the hot, red liquid made way down the rest of your sleeves.

“Are you okay?” A tall male nurse asked as he made his way over to you.

You managed to force out a smile and nod. “I’m fine.”

In a rush, he looked at your wound with a concerned face and reluctantly moved on to the guy sitting behind you.

When the bus reached the campus building, you quickly made your way outside and over to your dorm room clutching onto your left arm.

“Hey! Wait!” You heard a voice cry out after you, but there was no point in turning back. There were others who needed the attention more than you did and you could take care of this on your own.

When you reached your room door you quickly realized that you had left your keys in your jacket pocket that you left on the bus. The second option was to biometrically scan into the room with your left hand, which would have been a perfectly viable option if it wasn't for your hand covered in blood and feeling numb from the pain.

“Hey, are you back already?” You heard a familiar voice call from down the hall and you instantly felt your body tense in panic.

What was he doing here?

No, no. Druig could not see you like this.

After a short inhale you turned towards his direction trying to make this as casual as possible. “Oh hey. Can you give me just-” The moment your eyes met his, he instantly knew something was wrong.

“What the fuck?! Are you hurt?!” Druig shouted as he came running down the rest of the way to you. In seconds he was by your side assessing the arm. “Why aren’t you at the hospital? Are you crazy?”

This was the first time you saw him break his usual calm composure. Strangely comforted by his worry, you had to fight off the urge to just launch into his arms after the long day. You guys were just friends and nothing more.

“No, not crazy and can you please help me into my room? I just need help raising this arm,” you eyed your left arm.

“No, I'm taking you to the hospital. There’s blood coming down your arms!” There was clear sense of panic in his voice and you couldn’t help but to chuckle in the situation.

“I’m fine, Druig. Others are busy taking care of people who actually need it. I just need to get to my first aid kit. Can you help me? Please?”

He glared at you in doubt. “Y/N,” he let out a long sigh in defeat. “Why are you so stubborn?”

He quickly helped to lift your left arm on the biometric scanner and the door beeped open. Once we were in the room, he quickly moved you over to the couch and asked about the location of the first aid kit. He quickly retrieved it along with towels and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. He was right by your side in record time with everything he needed.

The comfort of your own space had already started to calm you down. Everything was going to be okay. Druig’s presence was just the cherry on top.

He didn’t speak as he grabbed the scissors and cut off the sleeve of the shirt that you were wearing. You watched his face as he saw the wound for the first time. He clenched his jaw with a straight face as he grabbed the bottle of the alcohol and glanced over at you. Next, he guided your right hand onto his firm arm.

“This is going to hurt,” he warned as he prepared to drown the wound in the alcohol. “I need you to hold on to me, okay?”

The moment the alcohol touched your wound the stinging pain pierced you into pieces. You shut your eyes and bit down on your bottom lip as you desperately tighten the grip around his flexed arm. The exhaustion of the day came crashing all at once and tears escaped down your cheeks. Everything else was a blur as Druig worked to quickly patch you up. As you gained clarity, you slowly loosened your grip around him and the taste of iron lingered in your mouth.

By the time you opened your eyes again, there was a clean bandage around your arm. Druig stroked your hair as he quietly whispered your name, only loud enough for you to hear.

“Thank you for being here,” you managed out.

He took your right hand from his arm and pressed it to his lips, closing his eyes. “The cut was pretty deep so I had to stitch it. Don’t scare me like that again.”

“It better not leave a scar, Dr. Druig.” You tried to smile, but your lips didn’t want to cooperate. “Ow.”

He held your hand close to his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers. When he blinked his eyes open, they looked into yours. “It hurts me when I see you in pain.”

“Druig,” you started to say before he cut you off.

“I spent the last 30 minutes thinking of how to find and kill the person who did this to you,” he paused. “I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I-”

There was a knock on the door. Druig pressed his lips together and you cleared your throat.

“Come in,” you called.

The door swung open and Bucky’s tall and built frame was standing by the doorway with a white box in his hand. There was a small red cross marking on the box.

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to already have company,” he replied as he looked at you and eyed Druig on the couch.

“Hey Bucky,” you replied as you tried to get up from the couch. As you tried to prop yourself up, Druig immediately reached for your wrist and stopped you from getting up.

“You shouldn’t get up,” Druig muttered.

“He’s right,” Bucky replied. “I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of.” He glanced over to Druig. “Thanks, man. And I’ll be back to check on you later, okay?”

You nodded and Bucky closed the door on his way out.

“Are you close to him?” Druig asked not long after the door closed.

“Bucky has been helping me since I joined the team,” you answered.

Druig blankly stared at the door and you couldn’t read what he was thinking. There was a long pause before Druig spoke again.

“Can I stay with you for the night?”

Your eyes widened at Druig who was staring intently at you. “Wha- Um, tonight? You don’t need to do that. I should be okay.” Your face suddenly felt like it was burning up.

Druig closed the space between you and him. You stared at him as he placed his hand over yours. “I don't know how to describe how I feel when I am with you,” he started. “I want to be with you when I’m not with you. I’m in pain when you are in pain.”

You felt your heartbeat race in your chest.

“Can you help me? Because I can’t focus on anything else lately. Except you.”

His clear blue eyes caressed you. As you both studied each other in silence, time seemed to slow down. A small smile grew on his face causing tiny dimples that you fell in love with the moment you saw them.

He leaned in and your lips touched his for the first time. His lips gently pressed against yours and you kissed him back harder, reciprocating his confession. The kiss transformed from a gentle greeting between strangers to a desperate calling for each other. He devoured your lips as you fought to taste him. By the time you parted, both of you were trying to catch your breath like teenagers kissing for the first time.

“So is that a yes?” He asked in between catching his breaths.

Giggling, you replied. “Yes, you can stay the night.”

“Oh, good. But, no. I wasn't asking about that.”

You tilted your head in confusion.

And there it was again, the adorable dimples.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

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A/N: Anon, thank you for the request! I didn't realize how much I had written when I finished this. I’ll be working on more requests I received so keep a lookout :)

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You Didn't Need Us Then, We Don't Need You Now

Requested by this anon: "Okay I thought of this idea during Fundy's stream. Quackity and reader were engaged to Karl and Sapnap, but they left because of Karl losing his memory and Sapnap paying more attention to him. Quackity and reader then created Las Navadas to try and cope with everything that's happened to them. They created a little wedding area where they planned to get married with Sap and Karl. Flash forward to a year or two later, Karl and Sap stumble across Las Navadas and their two former fiancees. And they see everything they've done, including the little wedding area. which is perfectly designed as to how they wanted their wedding together. That's is as far as I got to the imagine in my head. If you could make a fic out of it that would be cool. If not at least you have this cute imagine in your head! 😊"

{Okay, so- so man feels, so many ideas. I haven't seen all of the Los Nevadas streams yet because I've got a lot of school stuff going on, but, I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on. [also Slime from The Ground my beloved]}

Quackity x reader; Past: Sapnap x Karl x Quackity x reader

trigger warnings: maybe some swearing, slight descriptions of a panic attack, slight drinking

premise: After L'manburg was destroyed, two of your fiancées seemed to disappear. With just Sapnap left, you had been scared, but he assured you that the right thing to do was split up to try and find Quackity and Karl. And, well, you found Quackity, but when He found Karl.... something else had taken over, and suddenly Kinoko Kingdom was more important than finding you and quackity again. But thats fine. You and Quackity had been together in the begining, so what did you need from the other two? Las Nevadas could fill the void they left,,, and it did, until they happened to come knocking, right as you were finally moving on.

{Also, parental unit for everyone in Las Nevadas, I love it, brain is going brr so hard}

{also also, purpled is the forgotten eldest child of the server and no the ufo does not get blown up}

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"It's gone, (y/n) it's all gone," You said with disbelief, staring over the barren, ashy place that had once been L'manburg and El Rapids, "We couldn't stop him."

Sapnap took in a shaky breath, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "We were never could have. Even if the supplies weren't destroyed."

The remaining people had already cleared out, but you had only now come to see the damage, having been forced away from the battle by your fiancées.

"I could have helped." You fell to your knees, still staring at the wreckage.

Sapnap could only sigh at the broken look on your face. You had lost the only home you'd ever known, but what had he lost? Well, for one thing, Karl.

Karl was still no where to be found, and now it seemed that Quackity had disappeared.

He fiddled with the purple band that circled one of his fingers, "Look- we- we need to find Quackity and Karl. Q looked pretty bad the last time I saw him, and Karl-"

Resolutely you nodded, dragging yourself to stand, "Karl is Karl. He'll be happy that his statue missed being blown up. I think its Q we should be worried about. This place- El Rapids- that was everything to him."

"Well- how about you go find Quackity, and I go find Karl. We're bound to find them eventually if we split up." He offered.

You studied the look on his face, "You're covering for him. What's going on?"

Sapnap only shook his head.

Crossing your arms you turned toward the hill, and what was left of the prime path, "Quackity has the deed to some land. North of Spawn. Meet us there once you kind K, alright?"

"Okay." He said softly, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Be safe." You advised, already starting away.

~~

It didn't take you very long to track down your Fiancé, in all the time you'd known him (much longer than you'd known the others), he hadn't changed too much.

So, when you made your way through the twisted paths near Pogtopia, he was up on the ridge, sitting on the rock that had for so long, doubled as a bench.

"It's good to see you're safe." You hugged your arms to your body, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

As soon as you were sitting next to him, he was leaning on you, "He destroyed everything- all that work- El Rapids-"

"I know." You wrapped your arms around him, finally letting your own tears fall, "I know."

"What are we gonna do? I just wanted a place for us- I just- I wanted to make a place for us- all we asked for was recognition- and now the only place that saw was recognizing us is gone."

It had taken a while for Quackity to stop talking about everything that had been destroyed. Even then he kept asking, "But- Just wanted to make a place for you guys, how are we gonna do that now?"

"We can still make a place," You assured him, even as you yourself were unsure, "We'll make our own little country. So far out where no one will be able to blow it up."

He seemed to take to the idea quickly, and that night, as the two of you sat together in the camp that had been made within the caverns of Pogtopia, he talked feverently of the country you two would make.

He talked of buildings, of businesses, and of wedding venues. The plans he made up that night, they were almost enough to make you forget about what had happened to your home.

"What about that land north of spawn?" You suggested, letting your head rest back on his shoulder.

Quackity thought about it for a moment, "I mean- its just some desert, but I think we could make it work."

"Good, I told Sap to meet us there once he found Karl."

He nodded, "We'll head up there, and start getting everything ready, and then when they're ready they can come up."

~~ This was how three months came to pass, with the busyness of planning the new city, the beginning of construction, the meetings with Sam to plan for the new economic system that the new country would spread through the lands.

Yet you still felt off. It had been that long and Karl and Sapnap had never returned, something must have gone horribly, horribly wrong. It nagged at you, constantly, Drove you sick with anxiety somedays.

"(y/n)."

You looked up from the designs for the next casino you had been going over, "Sam! I didn't know you were visiting today! What can I do for you?"

"Uhhh, I wasn't planning on it, you better come out here- it's Quackity, we had been discussing- some things. I don't know what happened but when he passed back through-" The creeper hybrid trailed off.

You quickly stood, rushing passed him and through the hall to the courtyard where Sam had left him, gasping for breath and tugging at his hair.

In an instant you were kneeling beside him, "Breath baby, breath."

"They- he- George- Kinoko- Sap- left- on purpose-" He blubbered.

"Hey, Q," You took his hands as gently as you could, "look at me. Breath, breath with me. Come on, breath."

Slowly, he began to calm down, and by the time Sam was long gone he slowly began to explain what happened.

"I was heading back from talking with Sam, I saw George outside the prison. He kept talking about something- about- Kinoko Kingdom..." He sighed.

"Kinoko- what?" You asked, confused.

He let his head drop into his hands, "Karl and Sapnap.... started another country- called Kinoko Kingdom... they didn't even wait for us."

You felt your heart drop, if you hadn't been holding his hands yours would've been shaking, "What-"

Quackity could only nod shakily as he pulled you into his arms.

"I told him to come back here- I told- why didn't they-" You muttered absently.

The only noise in the courtyard was from the fountains, and the small sniffles from the two of you.

You were still in a state of semi-shock and sadness when you felt his arms tighten around you.

"We don't need them anyway. Las Nevada's can prosper without them."

~~ "Purpled? You want to get him in on this?" Quackity frowned.

You shrugged, "He's a mercenary, he could be of some help around here."

Your fiancé studied your face for a moment, "No, that's not it. Why do you really want him here?"

"Look, he's-" You sighed, "The kids been through a lot. He doesn't really have anything anymore, he needs somewhere, someone at least. We owe that too him at least."

After a moment, he nodded, "I haven't spoken to him since I paid him for his help with that egg mess. He- didn't seem to like me being around."

"I'll try to find him, he'd talk to me, I'm sure of it." You stood up from your seat at the table.

"You're going now?" He asked, following you across to the coat room.

You nodded, tugging on your boots, "If I want to make it through to the Greater SMP before it gets dark. I'll see if Eret will let me stay the night, then I'll head out again."

"Be careful." Quackity advised once you were ready.

You pecked at his lips, "I always am."

The journey to the Greater SMP went quickly, and after a nights stay in Eret's castle, you had made your way to the UFO, disappointed to find it seemingly abandoned.

"How the hell am I supposed to find him if the one place he ever seems to be is empty." You muttered, glancing around the base of the UFO.

You shrugged off your knapsack, dropping it to the side, followed by the sword that had been at your hip, and then you began to climb.

Even the inside of the UFO was completely empty, devoid of any chests, crafting tables, or furnaces.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

You jumped, turning to find Purpled, in full netherite, sword gripped tight in his hand.

"I- We've been looking for you." You fumbled for an explanation, holding up your hands in a sort of surrender.

He scoffed, "I already did a job for you people, I'm busy now."

"Not for a job Purpled!" You couldn't help but exclaim, "Some people actually try to find you for more than just that."

"Then what do you want?" He snapped.

"Did Q tell you about Nevadas?"

Purpled frowned, "Yeah, he mentioned it."

"Well, I think you should join. Come in on the project."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

You sighed, "Look, Purpled, you- everyone here, in this smp, they don't care, they don't bother to know you. You- you don't really have a place here-"

"You think I don't know that?" Purpled's grip on his sword tightened.

"So, If you come with us, join Las Nevadas, you can have a place- have people who care. You need people, Purpled."

"I don't Need anyone." He insisted.

You sighed, "Someday your going to have to see that that's not true. Please consider joining Las Nevadas, no one here cares, but we do."

"That's not true," He said bitterly, "You just need me to do another god damned job."

With a shake of your head you turned, preparing for the climb back down, "Purpled, this smp isn't kind to children, but I think it's been the most unfair to you. Out here your being forgotten, but you might not be if you join us."

~~

At the base of the UFO you were surprised to find a strange, slimly looking boy digging through your bag.

"Hey!" You yelled, "Don't touch that! It's not yours!"

He looked up and froze, realizing he'd been caught.

You snatched your things away from him, quickly unsheathing your sword, "Who are you?"

"Uhhhh, I'm a meat person- same as you!" He offered.

"You- you're- uh-" You sputtered for a moment confused, "Why were you touching my things?"

"Uhhhhh, Dap me up!" He said avoiding the question.

You stared at him for a moment, "I don't have time for this."

As you started back toward the prime path you heard him call, "Nice to meet you (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

"How do you know my name?" You demanded, whirling around.

"Oh, I know a lot of things." He laughed, "I see lots 'a stuff."

You frowned, "Uh huh. I'm gonna- walk away now."

~~ A week had passed, and there was still no signs of Purpled, nor Fundy or Foolish, (both of whom Quackity had gone to speak to whilst you were away), coming to Las Nevadas.

You were sure that Purpled would come around eventually, but had no faith that anyone else would join Las Nevadas, until you had heard a strange noise in the night.

It had been a cross between a clang and a yell, and then almost like something being dragged.

You had been going over some of the contracts you had been preparing for if anyone ever did show up when you'd heard it, and your fiancé seem to be gone from his own office, and your bedroom even, so quickly you armed yourself with your sword before hurrying out after the noise.

The streets of Las Nevadas were still partially lit by street lamps as you hurried along, it didn't take you long to find your fiancé, just outside of city limits, pacing In front of a strange looking hole.

"What the hell are you doing?" You hissed.

"Hey! It's (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

You jumped at the voice, turning to see that no, the hole wasn't green, that the same slime boy from before was sitting in it.

"You! What are you doing here?!" You exclaimed.

"Quackity from Las Nevadas put me in this hole!" He said cheerfully.

Quackity grabbed your shoulder, turning you away from Slime and the hole, "You know him?"

"He was trying to look through my stuff after I talked to Purpled," You explained, glancing back over at the hole, "Said he sees just about everything, uhh, as far as I can tell, he's like the hybrids- but- weirder."

"Nope! I'm just a totally goopless guy! I'm bones and stuff!" He called from the hole.

"Oh god we have crazy people here." Quackity muttered scrubbing a hand over his face.

You moved to crouch next to the hole, "What- uh- What are you doing here buddy?"

"Oh I'm just oozing around. Dap me up!"

Confused, you complied, nervously laughing as he grinned at the handshake.

"I found him spying in the restaurant." Quackity sighed.

"What's spying?" The boy in the hole asked, "I just listen."

"Yeah well tell me exactly what you heard or I'll ill you right now!" Quackity threatened, pulling out his sword.

He hummed, "Well, I saw you, and I saw (y/n) from Las Nevadas. And there was a green guy, and a purple guy. I know of a Red guy, dead guy but he's not dead anymore-"

Your breath hitched, "Dead guy?"

"Yeah, looked real ashy- maybe even ...sooty?..." He confirmed.

Quackity glanced back at you, "And he's not dead anymore?"

"No. He's weird now. Got gray hair instead of grey skin. Used to run a country- got blown up though."

"How much have you seen man?" You asked, incredulous.

He shrugged, "I mean, I move slow but I've seen a lot. Lately a lot of conversations about taking advantage of the ever so fragile human psyche through gambling."

"Holy shit." you muttered.

Quackity glared up into the night sky, almost looking for an answer.

Shifting closer too look at the boy you frowned, "What's all that green stuff?"

"Oh- those are just- my totally normal- human parts! I'm a person!" He grinned.

You sighed, "Uhh, look, what's your name? Like how I'm (y/n) from Las Nevadas, who are you?"

"Oh, I'm goop from the ground!" He smiled for a moment before realizing his mistake, "I mean- I'm a meat person!"

Quackity still seemed to be praying to the sky, not paying any attention.

"Goop from the ground," You muttered, slowly connecting the dots, "Well, uhh, goop, how bout I give you a regular person name?"

"A person name? Oh boy!" He laughed.

You thought for a moment longer, "How about- Charlie?"

Charlie grinned, somehow even wider than before, "Woah! I have a real human name! Like any other regular human meat person!"

"Yep, you do." You chuckled.

"And, to be clear, I definitely am one of those, and not a piece of goop, that's slowly come to the surface, hiding as a person!"

As you continued to talk with Charlie, Quackity seemed to come to a realization, "He's like an accidental spy!"

And, when you helped him out of the hole Quackity was quick to say, "Well, this- this- was- was uh a formal greeting! Yeah that's what we call them!"

"Wow!" Charlie mused.

The walk back to Las Nevadas was quiet, until Charlie turned to you, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas, if I'm Charlie- where- where?"

You smiled, "Do you want to be Charlie from Las Nevadas?"

~~

By the end of the same week, after having gotten Charlie fully on board, and slight agreement from Foolish, word finally came from Purpled.

You'd been working on the next phase of the whole Nevadas Project when Charlie rushed in, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas! There's someone here!"

You frowned, "Who?"

"Purpled from UFO!" He practically yelled.

Standing, you tucked your papers away, "That's perfect Charlie, thank you. Do you want to come with to help show him around?"

He nodded, following you out of your office.

Outside, you found Purpled, along with his dog, looking up at the casino in awe.

"Purpled! You came!" You called cheerfully.

The boy turned, a strange expression you couldn't read on his face, "What? No 'I told you so'? No 'I knew you'd come around eventually'?"

You shrugged, "I'm just glad you finally came."

He sighed, "It's not like they needed me anywhere else."

You put a hand on his shoulder, "That's alright, We need you here."

"They- I went to tell Ponk I was leaving," Purpled sounded too broken, too tired, "He said he was too busy to talk to me."

Before you could say anything, he continued, "I had a house, near L'Manhole. I- I uh blew it up, to see what would happen," His shoulders began to shake, ever so slightly, as he finished in a whisper, "No one even noticed."

In one quick move you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug, "It's okay Kid, it'll be okay now."

That was how your fiancé found you, standing outside the main casino, a teen all but sobbing into your shirt, Charlie looking on confused.

~~

And so, the time passed, Las Nevadas grew, and you and your new little family did along with it.

Quackity found it funny, really, your ability to bring people onto your side be connecting with them emotionally, and as he put it, all but adopting them.

Charlie still took up a room in the apartments you and Quackity staid in above the offices. Purpled would come over when things around the country weren't so busy, and you'd talk for hours, Foolish joining in some of the time.

Fundy, on his first night in the city, had broken down to you, the same as Purpled, but you'd helped him put himself together. Though Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo didn't have official places in Las Nevadas, it seemed a chunk of their time was spent there.

Yep, that was your new strange family. You, Your fiancé and the kids but not really young enough to still be kids you accidently adopted.

Now, you reflected on this quietly, from the top of the needle.

"You okay?" Quackity asked softly, looking over at you.

You chuckled softly, "Can you believe that it's been two years?"

"No, can you?"

You shook your head, "You know, I've been thinking. A long time ago, you told me we were better off with out Karl and Sapnap."

He watched silently, as you pulled the other two rings that you had kept, holding them up by the chain they were strung on.

"Maybe- you were right- and maybe it's finally time to get married. Just us. We didn't need them to get here, we won't need them for anything else."

A small smile slipped onto Quackity's lips, "Would you marry me?"

"You already know the answer to that." You chuckled.

"So it's a yes?"

"Obviously." You scoffed.

"When should we have the ceremony then?" He asked.

"Right now," You mused, "We opened that wedding hall for a reason, right? We could get married proper, right now. It's already decorated the way Tubbo originally planed."

He laughed, "Let's do it tomorrow that way we have time to get like, notices out and shit."

You smiled, "Of course."

The sun had begun to set during this discussion, and you looked out over the peaceful landscape with a soft sigh, yes, this, this was home.

And even as you heard Charlie tripping and crashing his way up the stairs, the thought still filled your head.

"Quackity and (y/n) from Las Nevadas!" He exclaimed, "Purpled from Las Nevadas found some people by the border!"

In an instant, both you and Quackity were standing, "What were they doing?"

"Looking around, real weird like. Fundy From Las Nevadas said they might be here to attack us! I hope they aren't."

You followed Quackity past him and back down from the tower, drawing your sword as Charlie called out where he had left Purpled and the mystery people.

What you found was not what you expected.

Purpled stood, sword drawn and pointed at the men you least expected to see now.

Karl looked scared, tucked back behind Sapnap who was moving to draw his own sword.

Not another move!" You barked, moving to stand in line with Purpled.

Karl's face light up upon seeing you, "(y/n)! Quackity! I missed you!"

"Did you?" Quackity spit.

"Sapnap drop your sword." You commanded, not paying attention to the strange look on their faces, no one, and I mean no, pulled a sword on your family.

He frowned, "Wh- (y/n) don't be like that. I get it- but- why..."

"What are your intentions? Why have you come here?" You asked.

"We wanted to find you!" Karl said, "We missed you (y/n)."

"Uhh, that's (y/n) from Las Nevadas to you." Charlie said.

Quackity sighed, grabbing Charlie by the collar and pulling him back, "Sorry- he's been learning sass and sarcasm lately."

"Still, what are you doing here?" You pushed.

"We wanted to find you! You've been gone so long, we thought we'd go looking." Sapnap explained.

"We've been gone?" You scoffed, "You were the ones who disappeared."

Karl moved forward, grabbing your left hand, and Quackity's right, "We just wanted to come back, to finally get married."

You pulled away, slowly sheathing your sword, "You can't be serious?"

"What do you mean?" Karl asked, the smile just beginning to drip off his face.

"You fucking left us- We were just trying to make a place for the four of us to be safe and you left us! And now you want back? Out of the blue?" Your voice steadily grew louder, "You cannot show up here after abandoning us like that!"

Quackity gently took your hand, murmuring, "(y/n)..."

"No. They don't get to do this!" You turned to him, watching his face change upon seeing the mix of anger and sadness in your eyes.

"W- We'll talk about this tomorrow, away from the kids," He asserted, for once not earning any protest about age from Purpled or Fundy, "Charlie, you think you can take these guys on a tour of the place?"

He nodded eagerly, "This way this way!"

As Sapnap, Karl, Purpled and FUndy began to trudge after him, Quackity turned to you, "(y/n)?"

You just shook your head, pulling your hand out of his and starting away.

~~ Purpled had followed the tour party quietly, taking a page from Charlie's book and watching, observing everything.

He had seen the pain in your face at the suggestion of marriage, and the anger in Quackity's just upon seeing them.

So, he followed the men warily, watching the way Karl exclaimed about how he had built an Effile tower just like the one in the city in Manberg, and the way that Sapnap mentioned fondly how the décor at the wedding hall matched the ones you two had always spoken about.

Hearing it nearly drove him mad. Did they not realize that it had all been for them? That dreams of them arriving were the only thing that had ruled Your and Quackity's minds?

When Charlie had directed the group, which by now included some of the other tourists, past one of the bars, he stopped.

Inside, Quackity was slumped at the bar, a bottle of whiskey in hand.

"Drinking away your problems won't solve them." Purpled sighed, pulling the bottle away from him.

"We were doing so good without them. You know that Purp. But here they are, back and ready to fuck things up again. That's how it's always been." He muttered.

The boy shook his head, "They don't realize how destructive they are? Do they?"

"Never have." He sighed.

"Lets get you back home."

Quackity allowed himself to be manhandled into standing, and then led out of the bar, back toward the offices, and toward the apartment.

"(y/n) will figure it out. They always do." Purpled assured him, pulling open the apartment door and ushering him in.

"But they shouldn't have too," He sighed, running a hand through his hair, not bothered by the way his beanie fell to the floor, "They've dealt with so much without help. Yet they're always the ones to help us."

~~

Once he had wrangled Quackity into the bedroom, Purpled headed back out, finding Fundy at the base of the Needle, "They up there?"

"Yeah," The hybrid sighed, "Quackity?"

"Got drunk. He's- painfully coherent though." He winced.

Fundy ran a hand through his hair, "It's hard to believe one of the nicest people around is the one to fuck them up like this."

"Makes perfect sense to me," Purpled said as they began to make their way toward the stairs, "My first night here- I was having a hard time, because- the whole server acted like I didn't exist. (y/n) told me about how Sapnap and Karl had abandoned them."

"Did it seem this bad though?" Fundy asked.

"No- but that was before they turned up again talking about marriage."

By now they had reached the top of the tower, and Purpled could see where you sat by the ledge, feet dangling over. Quietly, they both sat down on either side of you.

"How's Q?" You asked quietly after a moment.

"Drunk, but back at your apartment, well supplied with water." Purpled reported.

You nodded, "And K and- Karl and Sapnap?"

"Waaay to blissfully ignorant." Fundy said.

Quiet held you three in silence for a moment, until at last Purpled sighed, asking, almost bitterly, "So- are you gonna marry them? You were going to once."

"Even if I did it wouldn't change anything here." You mumbled.

"Sapnap was talking about how cool it would be to come back and visit from Kinoko after the honeymoon." Fundy admitted.

Before you could say anything Purpled drew one of his knees to his chest, "I- don't- it feels like they'd be taking you away from us- I like it the way it is. Things are nice, and they're just fucking it up."

Fundy nodded, "As much as I hate to say it, he's right. If you people all get married nothing will be the same. I kind of liked having parental figures, I don't want them messing that up."

"They won't." You promised softly.

By god, if you hadn't already made up your mind, their words would've swayed you.

~~ After a while, you stood, "Let's go home."

They followed you tiredly, Charlie joining the mini procession at one intersection, telling you that Sapnap and Karl had gone to get a hotel room.

At the apartment, Quackity was sitting on the couch, already seeming more sober than Purpled had told you. When you sat next to him, his arms were quick to wrap around you, holding you like a lifeline.

Charlie took his place on the other side of the couch, Purpled curled up in the armchair, and Fundy dug around until he found one of the old projectors he'd left there, queuing up a movie.

"Hey, just like on Nightmare's days!" Charlie laughed, referring to the infamous 16th, where, just about every month it seemed you, Fundy, Quackity and sometime Purpled would have nightmares of the Manburg Pogtopia war, and everyone would congregate in the living room to watch one of Fundy's movies.

"Sure as hell feels like one." Quackity muttered.

And so you watched the movie, though your thoughts drifted, thinking of how you would deal with your reappearing ex-fiancés.

As you thought, you created a mini script in your head. Exactly what you would say came you.

"You didn't need us then, and we don't need you now."

Yes, you thought, leaning more into Quackity's side, thats what you'd say, after you talked about your new family.

(and the next day, you did just that)

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