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the--highlanders · 1 year

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actually I am going to talk about jamie not being able to shoot the zombie in the age of ambition like. he's holding a gun. he's faced with something which is human-shaped but no longer a human, which is actively posing a threat to him and his friends. and he just freezes. he can't do anything.

and we never see jamie shying away from combat with non-human/non-humanoid enemies. he's happy enough to destroy the quarks, for instance. and he'll get into fights with humans/humanoid beings if it's non-lethal. but he actively turns down weapons when he gets into a fight with one of the gonds. the most we ever see him do is swordfight with trask at the end of the highlanders. and even there, he doesn't actively /kill/ - he pushes trask overboard. clearly that's not a death sentence, seeing as ben had already survived the same swim back to shore. and if trask does end up dying? jamie won't necessarily know about it. he's not directly responsible.

so I just think. jamie, who never killed anyone in the war. jamie, who's a piper, who's a musician rather than a soldier. he's not unable to fight, because he duels trask, and he's not afraid to threaten people, because he holds two and ben and polly at knifepoint. he's not naive, because he stands at the window and watches alexander die. but he's never killed anyone himself. jamie, who's consumed with survivor's guilt, always wondering if he should have done more, if his cowardice ever condemned someone else to death - but also always knowing that he could never have done it, being sickened by the part of him that feels guilty for having no blood on his hands.

jamie, who looks into the eyes of something that's not even human anymore, and can't look away, and can't pull the trigger.

and what does that do to him, then? months, maybe a year after he's left his war behind? he stands there with a weapon in his hands and he can't bring himself to defend two of the people he loves most in the world. victoria has to grab the gun out of his hands and do it for him. this young girl who he's fiercely protective of has to shoot someone, all because he can't. there's blood on her hands, now, and none on his. he wishes he could have been the one to take that shot, to carry that burden for her, and even then he can't help but hate himself for wishing. he's trapped there forever. the feeling goes round and round in circles and it never ever goes away.

#second doctor #hi i'm so normal about him <3 #you could definitely also swing it as jamie having killed people in the war & being unable to stomach doing it again!#this is just my interpretation #i'm also aware much of this is down to. this is a family show we can't kill humanoid characters ahfjshfjd #however. have you considered i love to overthink about james robert mccrimmon <3 #anyway i genuinely think jamie has a massive influence on the doctor's morality and desire to avoid killing #throughout all their lives really #because one and two are so much more. relaxed about that ig. than later doctors.#whereas jamie is. this.#like that whole bit in the novelisation of the abominable snowmen #where he talks the monks down from killing songsen by saying there's been enough bloodshed #that's something that the doctor could have done. will do so many times over.#i just think that every time a later doctor does something like that. there's a little bit of jamie in there.#a little bit of someone very traumatised who they loved very much #& like jamie's refusal to shoot in the age of ambition. the doctor's pacifism can sometimes veer into unhelpful extremes #especially later. maybe when their memory of jamie gets more warped and distant idk.#does this even make sense idk it's 1:30am and i don't have my glasses on

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scuderia-hamilton · 1 month

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inside you there are two wolves: one's favourite track is Australia, the other one lives in Europe

#f1 #formula 1 #australian gp 2024 #like why do time zones exist???#what do you mean i have to wake up at 3:30am if i want to watch the first free practice???#the F2 race is at 2:35am???#and the sprint is at 5:15am??#i hate this sport #but sure i only wake up at ungodly hours ON A WEEKEND because the drivers are hot and i want to look at them #which makes so much sense considering we can't even see their faces like 85% of the times??

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itsalwaysforyou · 1 year

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forgot that i could actually concentrate if i played lofi

#love how im always like ohhhhh im probably just neurotypical i’m probably just weird #and then like. i do something to occupy half of my brain and i actually function normally #does this make sense. i am so sleepy it’s 1:30am

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be-good-to-bugs · 28 days

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ok why am i SO tired what the fuck

#the bin #i went to sleep yesterday at 4pm and then woke up at midnight. was uo an hour n ate a snack. and then went back to bed till 12 #and then i went back to bed at 6pm. i got up at 10:40 and now its 2:30am and im SO tired #i cant sleep tho cause i gutta do laundry and then shower and then work. im only working a 4 1/2 hour shift tho #and then i have 3 days off. i can take big day long nap in that case.#i only even got up at 10:40 bc i wanted the kitty paws so i woke up specifically to boop. or else id of stayed in bed till now #cause i had an alarm to do laundry at 2am. hhhh. i wish i wasnt so sleepy. its so annoying. i oove sleepy but not when i have stuff to do #i guess it does make sense. i was SO behind on sleep for a week and then got even more behind bc of cleaning and stuff #but cant you just wait one more day? couldnt you do this tomorrow after im done working??? guess not. oh well.#im really upset i didnt get an answer from my mom yet. she said april 1st. she coulda at least texted me to say she doenst know yet #shes probs busy and forgot but. im so stressed abt this. if i dont fall asleep by the time shes done work tomorrow maybe i can call #hhh. i hate having this on my mind 100% of the time. its so stressful. my heart is constantly racing. my breathing is bad bc of it #having a constant anxiety attack sucks. maybe thats why im so tired too. i guess it is oretty exhausting. hhh. and its making me sad so #whatever. itll be fine. i do believe itll be good news. it HAS to be good news. i dont have mych basis for thinking itll be good news beside #asking some cards and like. i enjoy cartomancy but i dont put that much weight on it. but its all i have. it WILL be good news

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samslaptop · 7 months

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haha yes i wake up every day full of joke de vibe and want to take care of myself! my hair is greasy and my face is unwashed and i smell bad because im doing a outstandign job of it!

#1 yr anniversary of my gram dying and i had to go into work so i can have enough money on my paycheck to make rent #had to get up at 3am to leave by 4am to drive 1.5 hrs to get there by 5:30am #and was already feeling self conscious bc already did not have enough time to shower and ran out of time to put together a nice outfit #and my coworker upon viewing me said you look disheveled (derogatory)#and our accrediting body was here today for a site visit and they interviewed me bc im the newest bc that makes sense #so that’s great #also nobody of my parents called me to see how I was doing today but my dad had time to make a cryptic fb post about her dying #for attention #but ill be the bad person for not calling him to see how he’s doing #im litch rally your adult child you’re supposed to take care of me for once #anyway #it’s ruff out here and we sob but we stay mf silly so i don’t blow my silly brains out

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desireangel · 5 months

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Infernal Desires | Chapter 1 | Coriolanus Snow

Summary: as penance for your brother's sins, Coriolanus demands that you are sent to his household to work his debt. But Coriolanus does not expect to burn so strongly for you and finds himself addicted to having you as close as he can keep you.

Chapter 2

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: enemies to lovers, explicit reference to sex, hair pulling, talk of ownership (bc we all know coryo has a complex), swearing, this is shit low key, coryo is a little shit but you know of course he is :P

Author's Note: this is the result of my assignment procrastination and now I am posting it at 2:30AM :)) this hasn't been beta read and actually it might seem a little disjointed but pls lmk if you have feedback for me if I end up carrying on with this series? lots of love!!

It is a debt to be paid, that’s all it is.

Easy enough for them to say. After all, it was you who suffered from the mistakes of your family and not them. They may as well have left you to the streets of the Districts with nothing more than a shattered dignity and the tears that trailed down your cheeks.

Shit. Crying wasn’t going to do anything and while you never intended to present yourself as weak to anyone, there was nothing you could do to stop the angry tears that welled in your eyes. You wondered if your parents truly pained to see their daughter cry or if the tremble in your mother’s lip was nothing more than a pretence.

Your father stared at the ground by your feet. “It wasn’t supposed to come to this.”

“But it did. Are you really going to sell me off to–”

“We aren’t selling you off. Stop saying that,” He snapped. “Maybe all you will have to do is dust a few shelves and brew a pot of tea every now and then. It cannot be that bad.”

The glare you sent his way was full of malice and rage. How could he say that? You were better than that, smarter than that and the thought of being reduced to who knows what that man had in store for you - they may as well have cut your tongue out and made you a slave. Knowing that your family, whom you loved endlessly, were so sure of bartering you away to a man like Coriolanus Snow caused a dull ache in your chest.

It seemed hard to breathe through the betrayal, the air thick with deceit and heartbreak. Had you known what your father had been planning, you could have left and found a way to survive without the comfort of your family home.

“What Coriolanus has offered has saved us,” Jericho stood leaning lazily against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He stared at you, his little sister who would have died before leaving him to such a fate. “Just think about it! Would you rather him send our entire family to the fucking Districts or have us hanged? I fucked up. I know, and I’m sorry but this is the only option we have.”

There was a tense silence. Jericho had ruined everything with no chance of repair and it was you who had to pay the price. You knew what happened to rebel sympathisers and Jericho had damned the future of your family. What was happening in the Districts was wrong, you agreed with that but there was something inherently stupid about putting the people you cared about at risk just to send a few thousand dollars to some hopeless rebels.

You blinked as you tried to make sense of it all. “Explain it to me. I don’t understand.”

“Coriolanus is not only my friend but he’s just become President,” Jericho said. “We made a deal. This is part of it. Pay off my mistakes with hard work and time. You have no clue how generous that is.”

Friend? Generous? You would have laughed if you could. You briefly wondered what the other part of their deal was but didn’t focus on it for long. It would be of no use to ask a question you would get no answer to.

“All he wants is something to hold over your damn head, Jericho. Paying off your mistakes with my work? Making his bed and wiping his ass is not going to fix what you did. People have been executed for far less.”

Your father cleared his throat. “It’s our only option. We have no money and a ruined reputation. The family name holds the last of our power and without that little power we have left, your brother and I would lose our jobs. It’s a miracle we haven’t already.”

“Coriolanus wants to dangle you over our heads? Fine. If that’s what it takes for him to spare our lives.” Jericho’s voice was so rough. It was the first time he’d been anything other than gentle towards you and you felt a heaviness at the sight of him so distressed.

There was not much left for you outside of the empty empire that your father’s father had built for your family. At least you still had each other and despite the situation they’ve forced you into at the end of the day, you all loved each other to death. It would have been a death sentence but you could have left instead, could have found a life for yourself somehow. But how could you live with yourself knowing that you’d damned those you love because of your pride?

So reluctantly and tearfully, you nod your head and silently agree.

Coriolanus wondered whether he was making the right decision by giving Jericho a second chance. If it were anyone else, he’d have had them hung without a second thought. Hell, he’d even had Sejanus executed at the end of his time in District 12. But Jericho and his family were different.

If there was one person in his life that Coriolanus could call a friend, it was Jericho. It wasn’t that Coriolanus trusted him, no. There was not a soul in this world that Coriolanus could truly trust, not even Jericho who had been by his side for the entirety of his life. It was a moment of weakness, an inexcusable lapse in his judgment to make that deal with him.

But it was also a moment of selfishness and a decision made with nothing more than foolish curiosity. You had always been there, in the back of the picture and unnoticed by everyone apart from him. There was not a person in this world who infuriated him more than you and the two of you had spent years bickering and pestering one another. Charming, intelligent Coriolanus Snow who had the entirety of the Capitol wrapped around his finger had always been instinctively cruel to you. He was never your friend. While he had never actually done you wrong before now, you were never really fooled by his deceiving charm.

Coriolanus was now twenty three but when it came to whatever distorted plot he was planning, he felt juvenile. You were the perfect leverage. Your brother and your father were the perfect pawns. As much as he convinced himself that having you in his possession would mean he would have invaluable power over Jericho to do exactly as he wanted within his twisted court, the idea of having you in the palm of his hand and under his control was exciting.

He was never one for meaningless entertainment. But what was the harm in indulging himself this once?

You had changed since the last time he’d seen you. It had only been two years but he would never admit to his surprise at just how different you had become from the cowering little girl he remembered you to be.

Coriolanus’ office was as big as your dining room back home but you felt claustrophobic under his gaze. His eyes were hellfire as he silently stared at you, leaning back in his chair and resting his fingers under his chin. There was little you could do but stare back at him, anxiously tapping your foot on the marbled floor.

Shakily, you broke the silence. “Why am I here, Coriolanus?”

“Your brother has committed a crime,” He drawled, fingers tapping on the rich mahogany desk in front of him. “That’s why you’re here.”

“You know what I mean, asshole.” You scowled at him. It wasn’t smart to talk to him in such a way, you knew that. He is President, after all. The memory of your brother’s warning to be careful flashed briefly in your mind.

Eyes narrowed, Corialanus considered putting you in your place. He wouldn’t tolerate disrespect. Not from anyone let alone you. Instead, he somewhat answered your question. “You’re going to stay here. Do whatever the hell, doesn’t matter.”

In any other instance, Coriolanus would have detested the sight of you gaping at him, stumbling over your words as your wide eyes confidently held his own. You had changed. Or maybe he had just been blind to the perfect curves of your body or the way you looked at him, so submissive yet so stubborn. So tempting.

He’d condemn himself before ever admitting to his thoughts.

“What?”

If he were to be honest, Coriolanus didn’t entirely know himself. But he took pleasure in the way you seethed. “I’ll give you work. But I won’t let you back to that treasonous family of yours until I have what I want from them.”

You could hit him. If he weren’t the king of Panem, you would have. “You’re keeping me prisoner?”

“No,” he stood from the table and in two strides, he was in front of you. So close that you could smell his cologne mixing with the smell of laundry detergent on his clothes. You shuddered. “Maybe. Call it what you want. You can do what you want, eat what you want, wear what you want, you can visit home on the weekend. I don’t care. But when I give you a task, you will do it.”

Coriolanus’ eyes were an icy blue inferno as they held yours. The light hit his painfully perfect face so that it almost seemed as if he were shining. Struggling not to lose your breath, not to lean into him and feel him, you held your head high. “Fuck you.”

A gasp fell from your lips as Coriolanus’ hand found the back of your head in an instant, fingers weaving into your hair gently before closing into a tight fist and pulling back so that you were forced to look up at him. The tightness of his grip on your hair ached and left you dizzy, longing for his hands to find more of you with the same fervour. Suddenly, you were burning from head to toe, a fire setting on your skin as he held you roughly against him, so close that you felt the feather light tickle of his breath when he spoke.

“Is that how you talk to your superior?” Coriolanus’ voice was low, dripping with a dominance that commanded respect. He was devastatingly beautiful. The curve of his nose, the strength in his jaw, the soft fall of his hair and the soft shine on his lips that you so badly yearned to feel. You cursed yourself for thinking such a thing. “This is my house. My country. You are here because I said so, because I own everything. Everything. Including you. You’d do well to remember your fucking place while you’re here, pretty thing.”

The fire in your blood was rage. It was anger, it had to be. Despite your better judgment, you whispered once again, “Fuck. You.”

His jaw ticked and with a strong yank, you were flush against him. The pounding of your heart was violent and you were sure he could feel it against his chest but you were stuck under his burning gaze. Coriolanus was angry. And you couldn’t help but think that it suited him.

Coriolanus was strong and hard against your body, tense as he held you so intimately yet so roughly.

Fuck, you couldn’t even think. What was happening?

“Corio-”

“Quiet,” Coriolanus commanded. His deep voice, raspy with lust and with rage sent shockwaves down your spine. “Fuck me, huh? I could have you begging on your knees, crying for my cock all day and all night and you would never deserve it. Be careful, angel, because I can ruin you.”

Another gasp fell from your lips and Coriolanus took pleasure in the way you squirmed against him, thighs pressing together as you felt the flush of his words through your body. So reactive. Somehow, you fit perfectly against him, so that he could feel every little tremor he caused in your body, every goosebump that he placed on your skin. His eyes never left yours, his resolve solid as iron.

Your mouth watered at the thought of all the things Coriolanus could do to you. Thoughts you had never imagined having, especially not for him. It overwhelmed you - he overwhelmed you. But all you had to do was glance at the file on his desk, the file with your surname plastered onto the front and you were shoving him off of you.

The rise and fall of your chest was heavy and you had the sudden urge to punch the sultry smirk right off of Coriolanus’ face. That was not okay. Right now, you didn’t even want to think about the way your body reacted to his, they way you would have let him have his way with you right there and then.

“Just-just what the hell am I doing here, Snow?”

Coriolanus swallowed. He didn’t have an answer that he could share with you even if he wanted to give you one. “Making up for the sins of your family. Do not make me repeat myself again.”

“Fine. But-”

“That’s enough,” Coriolanus firmly stated. He turned his back to you, flexing his hands that were curled into fists at his sides. “Candice will show you where you will be staying. I’ll find you when you’re needed.”

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yunirgo · 1 month

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lately i’ve been thinking of steve who loves it when you scratch his back with your nails. that man will not fall asleep without you doing it. and you bet even if he falls asleep, if you stop scratching his back he is going to wake up and whine until you start doing it again.

slight allusion of sexual activities, mdni 18+, kinda fluffy i think

just imagine being naked in bed, legs tangled in bedsheets and him laying face down. he’s got half of his face buried on his pillow, his back full of moles and freckles on full display, his hair all over the place from your grip on it when he had his mouth between your thighs. he looks at you with so much love and adoration but you don’t fail to notice the little pout his pretty pink, still swollen lips make. he’s so tired from work and your activities he doesn’t have the energy to speak, so he groans. you know what he wants, but you want to hear him asking for it. you scrunch your nose silently asking ‘what is it?’.

steve clicks his tongue and frowns, eyes blinking slowly and his hand lazily reaching out for you. “baby,” you tummy warms at the sound of his tired, whiny voice. “stevie,” you say with the same tone and a slight raise of your eyebrows. “scratch my back? please?” it comes out almost as a whisper.

and how could you possibly say no to him? of course you indulge, starting to rake your nails over his back. steve’s content sigh is enough to make you feel like you’ve won the lottery. because you have, won the lottery that is. how could you not when you’ve got the man of your dreams right in front of you?

sorry if it’s bad, i wrote this at 1:30am and english is not my first language so sorry if something doesn’t make sense🧍‍♀️anyway ty for reading my first fic on tumblr🙏 also sorry if it’s bad

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #stranger things #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things blurb #steve harrington fluff #yuni writes

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https-yeonjun · 3 months

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[1:30am] (l.mk)

wc. 397

genre. angsty fluff

tags. mark x fem!reader, established relationship, long distance relationship, pet names (baby, babe, my girl)

a/n. repost; happy mark day!!!

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you found yourself sitting at the edge of the bed, the soft glow of your closet light gently illuminating the otherwise dark room. it had been two long weeks since you and mark had spoken, and the pain from the argument that triggered this silent period was still fresh. taking a deep breath, you mustered the courage to click on his name in your contact list, your fingers trembling with a mix of uncertainty and longing.

your heart raced as the phone rang on the other end. finally, mark’s groggy voice resonated through the line. “hello?” he answered.

a tense silence hung in the air as you tried to find the right words to say.

“s-sorry,” your voice shook, “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have called you.”

“y/n? babe, what’s wrong?” you could sense him straightening up, concern evident in his tone.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“i don’t care that you woke me up. where are you? are you okay?”

the warmth in his voice pulled at your heartstrings. you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but your emotions were overwhelming. “i’m home. i’m fine,” you choked back sobs, trying to speak through your tears. “just wanted to hear your voice.”

“a mixture of relief and worry flooded mark’s voice, “please, please don’t apologize.”

“i just feel bad about how everything went down. i didn’t mean anything i said.”

“it’s not your fault at all.” mark reassured you.”i haven’t been making you a priority. i could feel it too, that we were drifting away, but i don’t know. i guess i was stressed about work and everything.” he confesses. “i should have been honest with you and spoken with you. i never want to make your feel like you’re doing this by yourself.”

his vulnerability tugged at your heart. this was what you wanted from the start: for him to be honest with you. for a moment, there is another long silence on your line. “baby, are you there?” he asks softly.

“yeah,” your voice cracked. “yeah, i’m here.”

“please don’t cry, baby.” i never want to make my girl cry.”

“i know. i’m trying to not cry.” you wipe your tears with the back of your hands. “i just missed you so much.”

“i miss you too. i promise baby, i’m going to try and be there for you.”

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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hi could you please write smth about accidentally revealing your relationship with quackity? preferably with cc!reader <3

of course!! thanks for the request 🫶 ; ik I did a preference about accidentally revealing relationships but doing a little different thing and going in depth w it was fun!

QUACKITY ; softlaunch ❌ hardlaunch ✅

summary ; you and Alex accidentally reveal your relationship

warnings ; language, little bit of buzzed ranting, use of pet names (babe)

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1k

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You and Alex have been together for about ten-ish months, keeping it on the low since you'd been traveling around for QSMP meetups, events, and the Streamer Awards for a little bit.

You'd finally gotten home, your shared apartment with Alex, with Cellbit and Roeir tagging along. The three were planning to make a 'trying mexican candies' video in the morning while you were planning to edit and maybe stream til you felt tired enough to quit and sleep. The three guys sit out in the living room, watching some TV show as they sprawl out on the couch, buzzed from the aftermath of award winning.

You were more than proud for your boyfriend, but it being so late now, and your need for comfort after being overstimulated for hours on end, called for a little alone time. You sit in your office, the clock reading 1:30am as you hit the Go Live button on your stream.

You decided to chill out behind the closed door, just chatting with whatever viewers were still awake at this hour, or were just beginning their day, depending on timezones. After five minutes, you greet your chat, snacking on some cookies you'd picked up from the store before returning home earlier, a glass of milk sitting on your desk next to the plastic box.

You sit in your very comfortable chair with a QuackityHQ hoodie, with the signature duck in the corner and design on the back, and some long, patterned pj pants, colored dark blue and black with a floral design. They were thin enough to wear in the warm heat, which was perfect for you. You looked tired but didn't really feel that way, like your eyes were sewn open from adrenaline and happiness.

"Good morning, everyone" You chuckle, "Alex just won an award, feeling good! He, Cellbit and Roier got some drinks and have been watching TV on the couch, so sorry if you can hear them. I closed the door just in case but don't mind any shouting or music"

Your chat explodes with messages, congratulating you, even though you lost in your category, and spamming hearts and heart hands emojis. Someone sends in a small donation, asking for clarification why they were at your house.

"Oh, Alex didn't wanna drive all the way back to his place and he had his car parked here from earlier. He drove the other two and we all left together. They're staying the night" You nod, clarifying with a little bit of lying, not wanting to slip up.

You'd known for a while that Alex was just a secretive person over the smallest things, and he didn't know why. You were totally fine being open about your relationship with friends, but made sure to respect boundaries for him. He reassured you in his own panic that he wasn't embarrassed to be with you and didn't want to hide his love for you often.

He explained it in simplest terms as he was weirdly secretive and he didn't want his weirdo stans attacking you or only watching you for him, he didn't want to ruin your fanbase that you built from the ground up. You'd been friends since forever, a good percentage (if not all, then most) of your fans also watched Quackity's content, which kind of made sense to you, but you didn't question it.

"But yeah, it was fun, just like... there were so many people, and so much was happening all at once and shit. I'm just trying to calm down and get tired." You lightly smile, taking a bite of one of your cookies. "I'm so proud of everyone who won and everyone who was nominated, good night for everyone"

You sit and talk to your chat for a while, occasionally listening to the trio's laughter outside your office. Before you can even snap your head around to inform whoever entered that you were live, they were already speaking, slightly laughing, and stumbling.

"Babe, oh my God, I'm so sorry! I accidentally dropped one of your plates in the kitchen and it fucking shattered everywhere, I'm so sorry. I cleaned it up, I just wanted to tell you than wait for you to notice and make you mad, I'm sorry, Y/n/n"

Your jaw hangs slightly agape, and you stare with a silent expression. You slowly turn back to your stream, the chat absolutely exploding with messages. You saw probably a hundred first time chatters even making an expression about it.

"Lex, I'm live" You speak between your teeth, muting your mic. "Ah- uh, it's, it's fine"

He quickly regains his composure, staring over at you, then looking over to your PC, showing that you were a thousand percent live and five thousand people heard him say that. By the morning, it'd be all over Twitter and YouTube Shorts and TikTok, people were already clipping it.

"Shit"

"Alex, holy shit"

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, trying to rationalize what to do. Cell and Roier bust into the office as well, seeing both of you silent before asking, where you both talk over each other very loudly to try and explain.

They both look over to your monitors, confirming you were live. They both laugh in a light hearted way, looking to Quackity.

"You're cooked, dude"

"Rest in peace"

"You say that like I'm embarrassed to be with them, I mean, it's not like that... I think. Y/n, are you embarrassed to be with me? I'm not embarrassed to be with you, I wanna post pictures of us on adventures and experiencing shit so people can see us for us and what we are-"

"My brother in Christ" You sigh with a chuckle, rubbing your temples. "It's said and done, it's fine. And no, I'm not embarrassed to be with you" You turn back to your stream, unmuting yourself under the red LED lights and lamp on your desk.

You sigh and shrug before speaking, throwing your hands up halfway in defense.

"Y/s/n real"

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evie-sturns · 4 months

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pick me up - Matt Sturniolo

summary: you get heavily rejected at a house party, matt comes to pick you up while you're in tears.

contains: !bestfriend matt, fluff, sfw, swearing.

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blaring music rang through my ears as i pushed through the crowd of people, coming face to face with the boy ive had ny eyes on since the 8th grade.

"hey, didn't expect to see you here!" i say chirpily, gripping the red solo cup in my hand as my knuckles turn white. he looks me up and down "well obviously im here its my fucking houseparty" he says blankly, i feel the tips of my ears go red as all of his friends stare at me.

"oh, must've forgot." i say nervously as i look everywhere but him.

the silence grows between us as i regret not drinking more earlier, im notoriously more confident when drunk. suddenly my mouth opens.

"wanna go upstairs?" i say biting my lip and looking up at him.

all of his friends collapse into laughter, including him. "yeah.. nope, your probably the last person i'd choose. sorry." he says, turning his back to me, he laughs to his friends "who does this desperate whore think she is?" he scoffs.

i feel my eyes burn as i rush towards the front door, i swing it open "what the fuck dude" a guy yells as the door smashes into his knees. i ignore him as tears well in my eyes, i run down the front steps of the porch, theres a few people scattered in the front lawn.

the music becomes more muffled and quiet as i run farther away from the party. i take a seat on side walk reaching into my purse for my phone as my hands shake, tears stream down my cheeks as i dial matts number.

matts been my bestfriend for as long i can remember, hes the only person whos been there for me through everything, hes also the only person that would be awake at 1:30am.

the phone rings 3 times before he picks up.

"matt?" i say sniffling.

"y/n? you alright, i'm about to go to bed." he mumbles into the phone.

"please pick me up, i shared my location" i say shakily holding back tears.

"ugh. fine." he groans, clearly not noticing how upset i am.

i look up as i see matts van driving down the street, he honks twice as his van approaches me. i stand up as his car gets closer, the headlights shine right on my face, which had mascara smudged all over it. his face instantly drops as he sees mine.

he jumps out of his van and speed walks towards me "hey, hey what happened?" he says looking at me, worry spread across his face. i don't respond, i know i'll start crying if i do.

without warning he picks me up, carrying me as he opens the passenger side to his van placing me down and buckling me in.

he sits down in the driver seat and looks me in my eyes, my bottom lip quivers as i try to maintain eye contact. the lump in my throat grows as he stays silent, waiting for me to speak.

suddenly i burst into sobs, matts eyes instantly widen as he grabs my hand. tears flow down my face as ragged breaths escape my throat.

"matt i asked him if he wanted to go upstairs with me, he laughed, so did all his friends, he said.." i squeeze out in-between sobs as i throw my face into my hands

"what did he say?" matt says calmly, but i can sense his worry.

"he said i was his last choice, and i was a desperate whore." i cry.

matt stays silent for a few second "oh sweetheart.." matt says leaning over the cupholder and pulling me into a tight hug. "you wanna come home with me? i think it will be easier." he says trying to distract me and i nod.

(20 minutes later)

my tears have stopped for now, i dont want to make matt feel bad.

we pull into his driveway and he helps me out of the car, grabbing my purse and holding my hand, taking me inside. "nick and chris are asleep, so try be quiet okay?" he says softly as we walk into his room.

i bend over to take off my black heels. matt rummaged through his drawers and pulls out one of his t-shirts and some sweatpants, "you can wear these, they'll be too big but its fine." he says handing them to me.

"you didnt have to-" im cut off my a finger on my lips "its literally the bare minimum, go get dressed." he says smiling and pushing me into his bathroom.

after a few minutes, i walk out into his bedroom, he's on his phone lying in bed. "feeling better?" he says looking up at me then standing up. "yeah matt, honestly thank you." i say as he pulls back his duvet covers. he walks over to me and picks me up, launching me into his bed from a meter away, i gasp loudly as i hit the matress. matt collapses into laughter "my bad."

i catch my breath as he yanks the cover up to cover me, "wait matt where the fuck are you sleeping?" i say concerned. he walks over to me and pushes me to the side of the bed. he leaps into bed beside me, launching me a half foot into the air "are you trying to kill me matt?" i say slapping his arm as he laughs.

"go to sleep." he says pressing a kiss to my forehead before laying down beside me.

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megangovier · 2 months

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The Midnight Train

Pairing: Ghost Face x fem! reader

Summary: You've just finished the night shift and you're on your way home.

Wc: 532

Working night shifts wasn't the thing that drained you, but dealing with chaotic customers that would come in did. Certain customers have been known to walk in and start fights with others that just wanted to get their shopping done and leave, a few times the police would show up and take them away for antisocial behaviour, it's 00:00am and your shift had finished. As you headed to the train station a few bushes were swaying against the wind and the light post's would be flickering.

Once you headed underground and got inside the train sitting at the far back where it was more quieter and no-one else was in that part of the train with you, it wasn't packed as much as you thought it would be on a Friday night. A sense of relief washed over you, ever since you were 13 you had a fear over large crowds especially on trains and buses.

As you put on your headphones and favourite playlist your eyes fell heavy and went to sleep. As you woke up you checked the time and it read 1:30am.. eyes widened as you rushed up from out of your chair and pushed the button to stop the train it didn't stop but carried on, ignoring your shouting and please's to stop the train you rushed to the door. As you peaked through the window there was nothing but blood.

As you started to scream, a ghost face mask looked through the door window. As you ran back to where you were sat but behind the chair your hand slipped over your mouth to keep you from making a single sound. As the door slid open a maniacal laugh escaped his throat "Please kitten, I won't hurt you!" As your hand slipped from your mouth you decided to call 999 but ghost face saw the light on your phone he grabbed it and threw it at the door breaking it.

Hauling you up onto your feet by your hair a moan escaped your lips embarrassment ran all over your face - "wtf, did you just moan? You're sick, I just killed people and you're getting off on this?" Heat started to rise up your face and a pool started between your legs. As his cold knife ran over your exposed panties a whimper left your lips and goosebumps ran over your arms and legs. As the knife slipped under the panties cutting it off falling to the floor a gasp left your throat.

As ghost face slid his gloved hand down between your legs - "fuck, you're so wet, how is that an innocent looking woman like you, get aroused at such depravity is insane" as you started to grind against his hand faster a moan escaped his lips "You're making such a mess on my gloves baby, but go on come for me" as he moaned in your ear and said dirty things you came over his gloved fingers.

As you were coming down from your climax, he pushed you onto the seat ass up and slammed himself into you not giving you time to say anything. "You're taking me so well, a good little slut like you!"

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secret-sturniolo · 6 months

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hot tub - matt sturniolo

Summary - matt and reader share a moment in the hot tub while on a trip with their friends

warnings - fluff, kissing, thats about it

a/n - this is my first fic ever, so please leave me some feedback on what you did or did not like! also, this is written from the readers perspective!

The triplets, Madi and I were all on a trip in San Diego for a few days. I have been friends with them for a few years, and during that time I had developed a crush on Matt. I was a sucker for his gentle nature, his sense of humor, and I had always especially loved his tattoos. Everyone knew about this, except for Matt himself. I always told myself that Matt could never like a girl like me, and to save myself from getting hurt I never told him. Sometimes I got a hint of flirtiness from Matt, but it never went any further so I pushed it aside.

We were on our last day of the trip, so of course we all made the most of it. After a day full of shopping and exploring San Diego, and then a trip to the beach, everyone was pretty tired by the time we got back to our Airbnb. Around 10pm, we all decided to go to bed as we had a long drive back home in the morning. As we each walked to our respective rooms, Matt and I shared a glance and a small smile before closing our doors.

As I lay in bed for what felt like hours, I could not seem to fall asleep, no matter how hard I tried. I rolled over and grabbed my phone to look at the time. 1:47am. 'damn' I thought as I began to decide what to do next. That's when I saw a text from Matt in my recent notifications.

hey, you up? 1:30am

im in the hot tub if u wanna join :) 1:32am

I felt my heart beat faster as I read the texts over and over again. Matt and I had never really shared moments alone, just the two of us. I was trying to think of possible reasons why Matt decided now was the time to get me alone, but I stopped myself as I realized I was overthinking the situation. Instead of responding, I switched my phone off and got out of bed to put on my bathing suit. It was a deep red bikini that I had bought specifically for this trip. I hadn't worn it yet, so I decided now was the perfect time. I grabbed a towel, then quietly opened and closed my door, making my way down the hallway and out the glass sliding doors leading to the pool area.

As I stepped outside, I caught a glimpse of Matt. He had his back to me, but I could see his messy hair that I always loved, and the outline of his shoulder and back muscles as he had his arms up on the sides of the hot tub. I didn't realize how long I had been staring, but apparently Matt had heard me come outside.

"Are you just gonna stand there and stare, or are you gonna get in?" he said with a smile, as he turned to look at me.

My cheeks immediately flushed as I snapped out of my trance. "Oh, sorry. Yeah, I'm coming!" I said, setting my towel down and walking toward the hot tub.

I felt Matt's gaze on me as I walked down the steps and into the warm water, but I stayed silent. I sat down across from him, my cheeks still red, while he remained calm with a small smile forming on his lips.

"You can come closer, you know." he says.

"Okay." I said with a small giggle. I moved closer to him, still leaving about 3 feet of space between us.

"What, do I make you nervous?" he smirked as he moved his arm to wrap loosely around my shoulders.

Curious about his intentions, I replied "What if I said you did?"

He pulled me even closer to him, and in a lower tone he said "You don't ever have to be nervous around me, you know that, right?"

I let out a nervous giggle and turned to face him. "Where are you going with this, Matt?"

" You can't tell? How much more obvious can it get?" he smiled, and paused as his eyes met mine. "I like you, y/n. Fuck it, I'm in love with you. You don't have to say anything either, but-"

In an instant, I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers finding their way to his hair. He got the hint, as he leaned in closer to me, until finally his lips captured mine. He pulled me into his lap so he could deepen the kiss. We moved in perfect sync with each other, as if this was always meant to be. As we both pulled away for air, Matt’s hands remained on my hips as he admired me.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Matt told me, taking in every inch of my body.

“Shut up and kiss me again.” I replied, gently running my fingers down his tattooed arm.

Without a word, he placed one more gentle kiss on my lips, and I nestled my head into the space between his neck and collarbone. “I love you Matt.”

“I love you too.” He replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “So, does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“Yes Matt, it does.” I said with a hint of sass.

Needless to say, we both fell asleep easily after that, wrapped in each others arms.

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Hi, if it isn’t too much to ask can you do a continuation of “You were with Cami” and/or “A life i do not deserve”? I just wanna see Miss Reader living her best life & Klaus groveling (maybe she takes him back maybe she doesn’t the important part is that she’s happy) (and hey if Klaus suffers that’s a bonus) it’s fine if you can’t! Please and thank you!

You were with cami pt 2

pt 1

(third person)

Klaus woke with a tight grip on a pillow instead of his lover. His head shot up as the memories from last night rushed to his head. He scrambled to sit up when he realised that y/n was gone from his hold. He looked to the clock to see it was only 4:30am, quickly he began searching the house, nearly ripping each door off the hinges as he yelled her name. Soon enough Elijah was in the room

“she’s not here! Where is she!?” Klaus was close to hysterical as his arms flew around the air, the entire room looked like a hurricane had come over it and Elijah had nothing but pity on his face

“last night… she mentioned that she would be gone before any of were to wake… we assumed it to be an empty, drunken threat but it would seem she was quite serious” Klaus’s rage grew as he watched his brother step back cautiously

“you knew she would leave? and none of you thought to tell me!? Rebekah! Kol!” All siblings stood apprehensively as he let out a laugh, the kind of laugh that signals something bad, a manic sort of laugh.

“Niklaus, perhaps some space is what she needs…she’ll return when she’s ready” that resulted in a table nearly hitting Elijah and Kol to run out of the room

“Jesus christ, What is wrong with you!? This is not our fault! You’re the one who had to go and Flirt your way around the town just because you’re so far up your own arse! I mean come on Klaus what did you think would happen? She’d come running to you with open arms?” Rebekah was getting right in his face, both she and Elijah expected him to scream, shove her, dagger her. But instead he remained silent for a moment before large uncontrolled tears began slipping down his face, confusion and panic washed over Rebekah as she hesitantly pat his shoulder in a sense of comfort, she was even more taken aback when he pulled in her for a hug, fully sobbing as she patted his back. Elijah made his way to put a hand on his brothers arm

“she’ll come back, she loves you” he whispered while looking into his heartbroken eyes. Niklaus shook his head rapidly against Rebekah’s shoulder

“she’s gonna hate me forever, i hurt her so bad” He chocked and Rebekah felt tears of her own sting at her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel her brothers pain, she understood the feeling of loosing someone you love.

They remained stood their quietly comforting Klaus until a phone rang, Klaus’s phone. He practically launched himself at it, only to be immensely disappointed when he saw if was Camille calling.

“what” was his response as he picked it up

“Klaus? Hey i need you to come to my apartment, i have something that you’ll want to see” her tone was seductive and it made him wince

“Camille i don’t want to see you ever again, don’t call” he replied simply and blocked her number. He handed his phone to Elijah before wiping his eyes and taking a deep breath with a roll of his shoulders

“i’m going out to find the love of my life, could you please compel someone to clean up the mess i made and can at least one of your stay here incase she returns. And can you keep my phone… i don’t think she’ll want to talk to me over the phone, its best i don’t call her” he then rushed out of the house, still in his clothes from yesterday, looking exhausted with his puffy, red eyes, pinker than usual nose from sniffling and his hair a state.

Klaus searched for her for weeks. Each time a witch sent him somewhere she was moving somewhere else. Your scent still faintly in the air as he sat in the apartment you had been staying in. Sometimes he managed to make it to the hotels she had been resting at before they had been cleaned, one time he went as far to turn into his wolf form and try to track her.

Each time he saw someone who looked just a tiny bit like her he practically chased the girl until realising it wasn’t her.

A few months later, he was still searching. He was mess, that much was obvious to anyone that saw him. The days he wasn’t looking for her, he was nearly passed out drunk, his art room remained trashed, Elijah realised that each time he had it cleaned it would only end up ruined a few days later anyways so he left it be. Y/n was the only thing that he would paint, draw, the only thing he though of, dreamt of. He needed her back. One night Klaus had been both drunk and high, the next day he woke locked inside a shopping centre with an extremely expensive engagement ring in his hand and apparently he’d left y/n 47 missed calls. But the thing that made him most angry at himself was that it said that she had picked up, there was a 19 minute call and he couldn’t remember any of it, but something in that call made him buy a ring. He knew that he had to find you or he would go completely mad.

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(first person)

It had left the Mikaelsons nearly 8 months ago. Since the i have traveled pretty much everywhere, one time Klaus had promised he would take me around the world but it turned out that he was always too busy, whether it be a different war he was the target of or a therapist that he was attached to.

i was very aware that he was looking for me, if not from him turning up wherever i was then because he told me himself. After ignoring or declining nearly 50 calls from him in one night i decided i may aswell hear him out.

“y/n?” he mumbled

“yeah…it’s me” i whispered, i heard a load of rustling before he spoke again

“i miss you so so much, can i come see you please?” his words were slurred and sluggish, he must’ve been past drunk.

“klaus…have you been drinking?” i heard him sigh and sniff lightly

“a little bit yeah” he whispered, suddenly a loud crowd of people must’ve walked past as i could hear loud muffled yelling

“sorry, i think i’m by a pub” he muttered once they were gone

“you think?” i asked slightly worried

“um..yea i am, i think i’m in um Australia maybe? I don’t know but it’s really hot out here and its like 5 AM, you aren’t here, you were supposed to be here” he was crying, my heart ached as he sobbed down the phone, whether he broke my heart or not, i still loved him and hearing his pain hurt me too.

“Klaus i think you need to get inside, the sun will be up soon, i don’t want you to throw up from the heat and alcohol okay?”

“i wonder if my skin would still burn… did you know i’m a vampire and a werewolf? i heal like so fast, i can run fast too, i’ve been like this for so long” i laughed inwardly to myself as he rambled about his abilities as though it were brand new information

“do you enjoy being like this?” i asked, when he stayed silent for a few minutes i called him name

“i don’t know… sometimes maybe, but right now i just want to be human, i wish i could just live with you in a normal house, with our own little family. We would have a girl and a boy and we would all sit together as a family… we would be so happy, we’d visit my siblings maybe once a month and at holidays like christmas, we could celebrate christmas like regular people, no fear, just happiness and celebrate” some of his words were unclear as he cried and his voice cracked

“Niklaus…” i tried but he kept going

“do you remember when we spoke of Elena? there’s a cure, she has it, for vampirism and maybe i could have it and we can move away to somewhere quiet and secluded, i can keep us safe and i’ll give you babies, you want babies don’t you? we can be a family? we could get married and our daughter could be the flower girl and our son could hold the rings…” i cried silently while imagining the scene he was describing, a life where it was just us, our family

“maybe in another life Nik” i whispered and he sobbed

“no, this life, i can be human in this life, i need you in this life. Please don’t make me be alone, please i just want you, nobody else ever, just come home please come home please please please I’m so sorry i forgot our anniversary i didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll make it better, i can i promise, i really can”

i was fully crying now, tears streaming

“i know baby, i know” i whispered

“please let me see you”

“i’m in Italy at the moment… i’ll come back to New Orleans in a few days okay? I’ll meet you there okay?”

“i love you so so much, we’re gonna get married and be a happy family i promise”

Now i was sat in the compound for the first time in ages, listening to Elijah tell me that nobody had heard from Niklaus in over a month. I nodded, got up and left with a simple ‘goodbye’. I’ve decided to stay for a while, maybe he’s on his way.

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(third person)

Klaus was lost. He wasn’t in Australia anymore, he didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know why he a had ring and he didn’t know where his love was. Somewhere along the way he had lost his phone and his wallet, he was trying compel people but he was never able to focus enough.

After about 3 more weeks Klaus arrived in New Orleans. He finally got through the compound door, ready to collapse in a heap before he saw her. She was sat in his chair speaking to Rebekah, she looked so gorgeous. Both girls looked right at him while he fell to his knees and crying out a string of incoherent words

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(first person)

His clothes were torn, hair longer and probably matted, i short beard formed on his face while he blurred his words into one jumble. I made my way towards him, going down onto my own knees so i could wrap my arms around his torso

“shhh, it’s okay” i whispered but he just kept shaking his head

“i’m so sorry” he chocked

“it’s okay, it’s okay, breath Nik, you need to breath”

eventually he calmed down a little, we both now sat on the sofa, Rebekah had decoded it would be best to give us some time together.

“how come it took you so long to come back?” i asked quietly and his brows furrowed

“what do you mean? i was looking for you”

“well… klaus, do you remember our phone call?” i asked and his face fell

“did i say something stupid?” he asked and i laughed

“no, you were very sweet actually. you said you were going to take the cure and would be human so we could have a family and be happy. We agreed to meet here a few weeks ago” i told him softly

“oh god i’m so sorry, did you think i wasn’t coming?” his head was in his hands

“did i say we were gonna get married?” he asked muffled

“you did” i laughed

“what did you say?” he asked quietly

“i said…well i said in another’s life but you said that you could make it work in this one which is why we’re meeting…but Klaus i understand that you were drunk and probably on something else but i don’t think i need to know and so if-“

“i want to, i’m going to do anything and everything to be perfect for you, i’ll take the cure, we can move away, have our children and get engaged, i actual ready have a ring i think drunk me was very confident… maybe we’ll get engaged before the kids” he was staring at nothing while thinking things out

“klaus… i dont know if i can do all that right now…”

“no i know, not straight away, we’ll move slow, i wont push you but i mean…we can try…right?” he voice was small and his eyes full of hope

“we can try” i smiled slightly and i hugged him tight

“but first you need a shower and we’re shaving your beard and i’ll cut you hair a little and definitely brush it” he laughed and nodded picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom and handing me the hair brush. He was wrong for what he did, but he had suffered and he was sorry, there’s not much else i could want from him, he was trying his best.

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