#i’d probably still be like oh god stay away from them please

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction ~ Getting Caught Getting Steamy On Live

WORD COUNT: 2.8K altogether 

MINORS DNI! This will include hints at smut and smut scenes please do not read if you’re underage!!! Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

"Thank you stays, thank you, baby, stays." Chan's voice shook a little as he did his iconic ending for his lives and you smirked to yourself knowing it was because of you. You'd managed to crawl your way into his studio and sat under the desk thankful that the manager that usually sat with Chan while he did Lives was out of the room.

"Oh fuck," Chan whispered as he leaned back in the chair, staring down under the desk at you as you slowly run your hands up his thigh. He bit down on his lip while he watched you, it had been too long since the two of you had gotten any time together and he was thankful for this moment. Your hands shakily began to undo the zipper on his shorts before moving to untie the string on them. Chan's hands slowly made their way down to cup your face in his grasp and he ran his thumb over your cheek. Tonight you were going to make sure he relaxed as best as you could, and if that meant giving him head in his studio then so be it. Only as soon as you went to release him from his shorts you heard the familiar vibration of his phone on top of the desk and you pouted.

"Oh god," He groaned when he saw his phone on the desk starting to light up with Changbin's name on the screen. The last thing he wanted was for this moment to end and he pouted leaning across to grab his phone. The boys knew that you were coming over and it had to be an emergency if they were calling him, Chan sent you a sympathetic look and sighed a little.

"Hyung. You're still on live." The panicked tone from Changbin was like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water down him and he sat up straight turning to look at the phone they used for going live and he smiled at the camera. Luckily with the way he'd been sitting at the desk no one would have been able to see what you were doing, nor would they have realised something was going on.

"Sorry Baby stays, I'm just stressed and thought I'd ended it," Hearing him talk to the camera again made you stumble back a little, hitting your head on the desk as heat raised up in your body.

"Bye stays!" He chuckles as he ends the live, making sure he actually ended it this time before looking down at you. His face was bright red as he took in the look at you, your eyes widened a fraction as you thought about almost getting caught.

MINHO:

Going on tour with the boys was supposed to be a good idea but as Minho watched you walking around his hotel room in nothing but one of his shirts while he tried to talk with Stays he couldn't focus. All he was able to do was watch you, the way you took the towel off and changed into nothing but his shirt before flaunting around the hotel room and smirking at him. It was any wonder the man had lasted on camera as long as he did, as soon as he ended the live he was over to you and pinning you down on the bed,

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" He growled out a little, leaning down and biting on your lower lip as you let out a small whine.

"Yes actually," You giggled out, running your hands through his hair as you attempted to bring him down into a kiss only his phone ringing loudly interrupted you.

"Don't," You begged when Minho attempted to pull away from you, it was probably one of the boys asking him to come and spend time together but you wanted him all to yourself tonight. Minho smirked leaning down to kiss you, his hands slowly running up your hips and lifting up the shirt before his phone started to ring again.

"Sorry," He whispers, kissing your forehead as he went in search of his phone, his face paling as soon as he saw the mass amounts of texts he had.

"Babe? What's-" You stopped talking when he held his finger to his lips, quickly tapping on the phone he had been doing the Live on before staring at you.

"Oh god," You groaned rolling onto your front and pushing your head into the pillows. There was no way the two of you were going to hear the end of this from the boys or from his manager. You'd been under strict rules not to do anything that could warrant the two of you getting into any kind of trouble and this? This was BIG trouble.

"Well," Minho chuckled, turning off his phone and walking over to the bed.

"I'm already in trouble, we might as well make it worth it." He smirked, kissing down the back of your neck as you let out a small squeal of excitement. At least this time the camera was off and you could continue your fun.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin was doing his own live video of how he produced songs and you had been by his side the whole time. It was no secret that Changbin was a little nervous when it came to doing live's on his own which was why he was thankful to have you by his side.

"Thank you for being here," He said as soon as he put the phone down on the table, you smiled resting your hand on his thigh,

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, it didn't go too badly did it, baby?" You soothed your hand over his skin and he began to blush a little, your hand on his thigh was always a weak spot. He shakes his head and carefully pulled you to sit on his lap and you instantly knew why he'd been so quiet toward the end of his live.

"Oh baby," You cooed, giggling a little as you began to kiss his neck, grinding yourself down against him as he let out a small whine. You'd promised him a reward if he went live and now he was planning on cashing that reward in.

"We're alone for the next hour," He reminded you as you slowly kissed his neck to the other side and smiled against his skin.

"Whatever you want, it's yours." You reminded him of his words and his hands shakily lifted you up from his lap so he could undo the sweats he was wearing.

"Your phone," You mumbled noticing one of them was ringing but he shook his head at you, moving your panties to the side. He didn't care if it was JYP calling him, he wanted you as his reward and he was planning on getting it.

"Baby," You whined, stopping him from lowering you down onto his dick when his phone rang again, he grumbled under his breath and answered the phone.

"This better be important, something better be burning for you to-" You couldn't hear the rest of the conversation but it had to be important since Changbin practically pushed you onto the sofa behind the desk and rushed to do something on the other phone.

"You left it running?!" You yelled out seeing your phone blowing up with mentions about what Stay thought you and Changbin were doing. There had been rumours regarding your friendship and now it was going to blow further up now they'd heard about the two of you together like that.

HYUNJIN:

It had been a nice relaxing live between you and Hyunjin, the two of you were in one of the spare meeting rooms and decided to do some art together. Rather, Hyunjin did art while you watched in amazement about how incredibly talented your boyfriend was.

"Did I ever tell you how hot it is when you're concentrating?" You giggled, kissing Hyunjin as he pulled you onto his lap. He'd ended the feed and now the two of you were alone together,

"A couple of times," He smirked, running his hands down your sides before kissing you deeply and roughly. You matched his rhythm, whining against his lips as he pulled you to grind down against his lap, he was already hard and you were needy.

"Right here?" You questioned, looking over at the glass walls that lined the meeting room you were in, anyone could walk in and as adventurous as you were you weren't in the mood for that.

"Sure, no one will know," He winks at you, kissing you roughly again as you ground yourself against him giggling when you heard him let out a small whimper.

"Hyunjin! Yn!" You looked over at the door to see Jisung who was sweating and panting heavily.

"You can stop practising your lines now," He called out, giving you both a warning look and your stomach dropped when you glanced over to see the phone face up on the table. Stay weren't able to see what the two of you were doing luckily.

"You're both so prepared for the skit, it's great," Jisung called out again as Hyunjin carefully ended the live hoping that people would all think it was some kind of accidental leak for a new skit.

"Channie-hyung said you're in trouble," Jisung smirked before leaving you both to fear the wrath of Chan that was to come.

JISUNG:

The two of you were watching movies with Stay through the live feed that was voice only so you and Jisung could cuddle close together. But that meant that Jisung had the power to tease you all he wanted throughout the movies you were watching. Through the last movie, he'd been teasing you, running his hands up and down your inner thigh before gently playing with your clit. Everyone thought he was so innocent but you knew he was the polar opposite of that.

"You're going to pay for that," You hissed at him as soon as the live was ended. You dragged him onto the sofa and began to run your hands down his thigh, palming him through the shorts he was wearing and earning a whine from him.

"It was fun and you know it," He chuckled darkly only to let out another whine when you sank down to your knees in front of him, pulling him free from his shorts and smirking.

"We'll see how fun it is for you then," You suggested before taking the head of his cock into your mouth and swirling your tongue around only the tip earning a small hiss from him. Neither of you noticed that the live was still running and everyone could hear you...though all they could hear was Jisung hissing and whining and that could be because of anything.

"JISUNG!" Someone banged on his bedroom door, making you spring away from him and you stared at the door.

"Get Yn to stop tickling you!" Jeongin screamed making you both frown, you glanced over at the phone and then back at Jisung your whole body on edge.

"It's payback for him tickling me!" You whined at the door, carefully making sure to end the live before you stare at your boyfriend.

"Oh god." He stared at the phone in your hand and you laughed sarcastically at him.

"Yes...Oh god! What if they heard everything?!" You yelled, followed by Chan bursting into the room and yelling the same question at you both.

FELIX:

It wasn't often that you and Felix got the dorms all to yourself and you were making the most of it, the two of you decided to bake together for stay. Your relationship had been out for a while and people seemed to love to see the two of you together so on your own youtube channel you did a live together. Felix had just said goodbye to everyone and thought he ended the video before he turned to look at you.

"You're evil," He pouted a little, looking down at the flour that was now coating his black shirt. Somehow toward the end of baking, you'd gotten into a flour fight with one another,

"I guess you should take it off," You smirked at him, his eyes darkening just a fraction as he lifted his shirt about to take it off when he heard his phone ringing. He let out a small mumble in protest, it was more than likely one of the boys reminding him he needed to be up early in the morning - as if he didn't know already. He knew they were doing it for his own good but tonight was supposed to be the two of you.

"That'll be Chan-Hyung reminding me about practice in the morning-" Felix let out a small whimper as you kissed his neck, running your hands under his shirt.

"Relax baby, how about we go and shower?" You whispered, slowly tracing patterns into his abs, giggling a little when your phone started to ring at the same time as his. Sighing you slowly went to go and check who it was when you heard a crash coming from the kitchen,

"Lix?" You frowned, finding him trying to do something on the phone you'd used to go live from making you giggle at how rushed he was.

"Minho? You never call me, what's up?" You barely had time to ask when he began to frantically yell down the phone that the camera had still been running when the two of you were about to get heated. Your whole body went numb as you stared at Felix.

"You ended it properly this time...Right?" You asked, sinking down onto the floor beside him as he nodded his cheeks bright red.

"Y-Yep." You whined at him, leaning your head on his shoulders. The two of you were never going to be left alone again.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin smiled as he laid you down on the bed, his hands slowly running up your sides as he pulled your shirt up to your midsection.

"You're a tease," He growls a little, biting down on your lip as you bucked your hips up to meet him. He'd been trying to do a live all afternoon and every time he was concentrating on the comments you would sit under the desk and tease him.

"You love it," You giggled, wrapping your legs around his waist and smirking as he ground himself against you. It was obvious how hard he was and you were desperate to have him,

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." He chuckled, leaning down to bite your neck when his phone started to ring on the nightstand beside the bed. He ignored it, continuing to bite and suck on your neck as you reached for the phone.

"It could be important," You whined out, sliding the phone so you could answer it. You held it to your ear, about to greet whoever it was when you heard Chan sounding a little panicked.

"Stop it. Stop what you're doing." Chan's voice yelled through the phone, it wasn't on speaker but Seungmin instantly jumped away from you.

"The live is still running, we could hear you both." He told you as Seungmin rushed over to find the phone he'd been using, to find the youtube live still running and a lot of stays laughing about it in the comments. You stared at Seungmin as he looked over at you, there was no way they were going to brush this off as nothing and there was bound to be a scandal to rise soon.

"Handled it, Chan, we're sorry." You said into the phone you were holding, looking at Seungmin who fell down onto the bed beside you and whined.

"Be ready for the meeting in the morning," You heard another male on the phone say and you knew it was more than likely the boys manager who had been trying to keep your relationship hidden a little while longer.

JEONGIN:

The moment Jeongin thought the camera was off he pushed you up against the wall, biting down on your ear as you smirked at him. The two of you had just gotten home from a movie premier when he decided to go live for a bit to talk to stay. Only while he was live you'd showered and began walking around the room naked - since no one could see you anyway and it drove him wild.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered as he kissed your shoulder while you tried to roll your hips back to meet him but Jeongin pushed your hips against the wall.

"No, you don't get that right now." He ordered at you, about to spank you a little when his hand stopped midway and his phone began to ring. You pouted your bottom lip out, looking over at the table to see Changbin was calling him so it had to be something important,

"It's Binnie," You threw his phone to him and he moved away from you, answering it while you went to get dressed glancing at the spot Jeongin had been sitting previously and your blood running cold. The camera was facing the ceiling but still running the live feed and you could see comments going wild, spamming with different questions and people coming up with rumours about what was happening.

"Innie." You hissed as he rushed in, clearly Changbin called him to tell him and he instantly hit end on the live turning to look at you and smirking shyly.

"Where were we?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you but you shook your head at him while laughing,

"No way. You're not getting laid after that! What if we'd started and stay heard?!" You whined, feeling your body heat with embarrassment, the boys were going to constantly tease you for it and you knew it was going to be a moment for the history books in stayville.

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[graysonswonder]

Say My Name

pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader

word count: 1,417

warnings: slight angst if you squint? mentions of sex

summary: where dick is the reader’s ex and they went on a date with Jason that ended rather awkwardly…

minors dni !!

“Go away, Dick!”

Her demand is followed by the harsh slam of her bedroom door, which stops the young man in his tracks. Dick lets out an exasperated sigh before resting his head against the door and giving it three light knocks.

“Y/n—”

He’s cut off by a soft thud from what he can only assume is a pillow that she has thrown at the door. Dick rolls his eyes.

“I said go away. I don’t want to talk about it,” she yells from where she lays in her bed, hoping for it to swallow her whole.

“Y/n, we’re friends. You can talk to me about this.”

But that’s the very thing. She can’t talk to him about this. Or rather she won’t. Having a discussion with her ex boyfriend about her failed date with his brother certainly was not on her bingo card for this year. She’s not at all surprised that he wants to know the details. For her to explain what went wrong. She can practically hear the smug look on his face as he pleas for her to open the door.

She wants to vomit.

“I’m not telling you how my date with Jason went.”

“It’s obvious that you’re upset. If you just—”

Y/n groans loudly over the rest of his words. She’s in no mood to hear them, nor does she want to pretend to be. “Yes, I’m upset. Which is why I’d like for you to drop it, and please leave.”

She doesn’t enjoy being so short with him. He’s right. They are friends. Best friends even. At least they were before they became a couple, and to this day she still feels like Dick’s the only person in the world who truly understands her. Who truly sees her. Faults and all.

It was actually her idea to stay friends after things ended, and even though Dick agreed, she could tell he was still torn up over everything. The split was relatively mutual but completely amicable. There weren’t really any hard feelings. They both had a lot on their plate that seemed to be getting in the way of the two of them moving their relationship forward. Dick had started a new Titans team on top of still being the one trying to hold his family together, and Y/n was starting her doctorate program.

The timing just wasn’t right. And why she decided to go on a date with Jason? She has no idea. Maybe it was a lame attempt at trying to move on and get out there and see other people. Granted, other people probably shouldn’t have been Dick’s brother. Or maybe she was trying to mask residual feelings that she still has.

Either way, it didn’t go well for her.

“I’m fine, Dick. You don’t have to worry about me,” she says after she can still hear him breathing on the other side of her door.

She stares up at her ceiling. She watches as the blades of her ceiling fan spin around and around, and she counts the seconds it takes until Dick says something again.

“Y/n?”

It’s twenty.

“Dick,” she sighs.

“Baby, I—” he begins, but immediately stops as he catches himself calling her the pet name he’d use whenever he was being gentle with her. It still slips out so easily. “Listen, I’m not trying to pry. It’s just…this could be my fault, and I want to explain and apologize.”

Her door suddenly flies open, and she stands right in front of him frowning. “What do you mean this is your fault?”

She studies him for a second, waiting to hear his response. What happened with Jason wasn’t his fault. Not technically anyway, but Dick still doesn’t have any of the blame to shoulder. Still, she’s curious as to what he has to say.

“Well…um…you see…the thing is…”

Oh my god, Richard. Please just spit it out, she thinks.

“I might have intentionally given Jason bad advice to ruin your date.”

Y/n quirks a brow. “Like what?”

Dick’s eyes shift around. “Um, like telling him not to take you anywhere nice because you don’t like fancy places. And I told him to be mean because that turns you on,” he confesses, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. He can barely look at her.

Y/n starts to grin, then she’s tilting her head back and full on laughing. Loudly. Uncontrollably. She’s clutching her stomach while Dick is looking at her like she���s crazy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh,” she says between hiccups of laughter. “I really don’t. That’s just the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Dick smirks a little too, but conceals his laughter. He shoves his hands in his pockets and waits for her to collect herself. Y/n can tell he’s been beating himself up over that. She doesn’t mean to laugh so crudely in his face, but she does find it cute that he was jealous.

“Dick, Jason took me to that little French restaurant downtown,” she tells him once she catches a breath.

“He did?”

She nods. “Yeah, he did. He wore a suit and everything. He wasn’t mean to me at all either, so it’s safe to say he didn’t take your advice.”

Dick’s brows knit together, and Y/n can see the gears beginning to grind in his head. “So you two had a good time then?” He asks, but Y/n knows that isn’t what he really wants an answer about.

“It went alright until…”

“Until?” Dick coaxes.

Y/n shrugs, leaning her weight against the doorframe. “Until things moved to the bedroom.”

There’s a pinched expression on Dick’s face. It’s clear he wants to ask but also isn’t sure he actually wants to know.

“So—”

“We didn’t have sex,” she quickly tells him, and she visibly sees him relax a little. “We were going to. We probably would have if we hadn’t been making out and he said “Mmm, Y/n” and I said “Mmm, Dick” when I was supposed to say his name.”

Dick’s pupils become the size of the moon. “Wait you what?”

“You heard me.”

Dick starts to smirk, and a part of Y/n wants to slam the door in his face again. “Stop it,” she says.

“Stop what?” He feigns innocence.

“It’s not what you think.”

Actually, it’s probably exactly what he thinks. But she isn’t going to so easily admit that.

“Oh, so what am I supposed to think then? That you obviously aren’t still in love with me?”

She folds her arms across her chest, rolling her eyes at him in the process. “Get out of my apartment, Richard.”

“No, no, no. I’m not leaving until you admit that you’re still in love with me,” he says, mirroring the way she’s standing.

She looks at him. Really looks at him. Allows herself a moment to drink all of him in. There’s something swimming in those gorgeous blue eyes of his as he’s looking right back at her, and she recognizes that it’s hope. He’s hoping that she’ll tell him how she truly feels because maybe then he can finally be happy like he was.

She takes a deep breath. “Isn’t it obvious? In the heat of the moment, I said your name.”

“Uh-uh,” Dick tuts. “I wanna hear you say it.”

She desperately wants to slap that smirk off his face. “Fine,” she huffs, “Dick Grayson, after all these miserable months apart, I am still in love with you.”

“Thank you. That’s all I needed to hear,” he says, before he suddenly walks right past her. He grabs hold of her wrist and leads her back into her bedroom.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

Dick guides the two of them over to her bed where he takes a seat and pulls her onto his lap. She straddles him and wraps her arms around his neck while his hands rest on her waist, giving both sides a subtle squeeze.

He can feel wisps of her breath across his cheeks as he says, “I’m still in love with you too.”

“Okay,” she says, nudging his nose with her own, “but what are you doing?”

Dick then flips the two of them over, catching her by surprise as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses up the side of her neck and jaw. A small moan betrays her mouth, and it’s music to Dick’s ears as he slips a hand under her shirt, his fingers dancing lightly over her soft skin.

God he’s missed her.

“We are getting back together,” he tells her, then leans in close to her ear, “and I am going to make you say my name again.”

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[bellysoupset]

i’d actually requested this a while ago, and iirc it didn’t really fit with the timeline back then? when luke and vince weren’t talking.

i’d asked for a fic where lucas and vin watch leo take care of jon during a vertigo episode. like maybe they’re at jon and leo’s place and leo isn’t back from work yet when jonah gets hit with an episode. and both of them are lowkey freaking out. and leo comes in and takes over effortlessly and manages to calm jonah down so much better than either of them did

but if you’d not written this for some other reason then please feel free to ignore it! 🍄

This is probably my favorite fic so far. Maybe. Possibly. It's also long.

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“Hey, Monacelli,” Vince raised his head and saw Max tapping lightly on the half open door of his classroom. It was halfway through the day and Vince’s classes were already over. From what he had glanced at the overall teachers’ schedule, Daniels still had two more classes to teach, but Vince could go home… But that just seemed a little depressive. 

His parents were busy and his sisters were in class, so going home just meant being alone and he’d much rather stay in school and finish going over the kids’ papers. 

“Yeah?” Vince lowered his red pen and the blonde man pointed over his shoulder, to the sunny patio behind him. 

“Your boyfriend’s here,” Max said in a smug tone and Vince’s blood immediately boiled over. 

He could count in one hand the amount of transphobic shit he had witnessed with Wendy, but Vince wasn’t stupid. He was aware Doveport was fairly conservative and had been bracing for a bigoted comment for a while now.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, you asshole, I have a girlfriend,” he said sharply, dropping the pen immediately and Max jumped back, startled. 

“Uhm, okay, sorry for assuming? But there’s some guy in the parking lot waiting for you,” he shrugged, seeming offended, “geez,” the blonde turned around with an exasperated eye roll and power walked away, leaving a befuddled Vince behind. 

Vin grimaced, realizing he had assumed the worst for absolutely no reason and making a mental note to apologize to the other teacher, before the reality of some dude caught up with him. Weird, but a good surprise, Vince thought, packing up his bag and locking up his classroom. 

He fully expected to find Luke in the parking lot and was not wrong, the guy was sitting on the hood of his green jeep, sunglasses on and chuckling about something. What Vince did not expect was to see Jon standing right next to him, also wearing sunglasses and a jacket, smiling. 

Hell must have frozen over, Vince thought with a smirk, watching the two laugh. It wasn’t rare to see Jonah and Lucas laughing together, even if the two wanted everyone to think they hated each other, but today they looked particularly relaxed. 

“What is going on…?” Vince asked, opening a huge smile of his own when Luke promptly jumped from the hood of the car in order to tackle him into a hug. He squeezed the guy back, half hugging Luke with one arm as they pulled apart, in order to look at Jonah, “Jon?” 

“Hi,” Jonah gave him a small wave, “so uhm- Wendy showed me your birthday gift to her and uh- I wanted - I was wondering-”

It was so weird to watch Jon fumble with his words. Vince frowned, confused, then looked at Luke for an explanation. His best friend was blushing on Jon’s behalf, with a smile so gigantic Vince could see his molars. 

“Oh my god, Jonah!” He exclaimed after a minute, “he wants to buy Leo a ring.”

It took Vince a second, but then he let go of Lucas, all but yelling “YOU’RE GONNA PROPOSE TO LEO!?” and rushing to pull Jon into a hug. 

The other man stiffened, but he had no chance to fight Vince off, nor did he even want to and he melted into the hug for a minute, muffling a chuckle and mumbling a little sheepish “yeah… And I wanted your jewelry recommendation. I really liked Wendy’s birthday present and I think Leo would have my head if I got him a Cartier.” 

“And he wants our help to pick,” Lucas completed the unspoken truth and Jonah glared at him, turning a shade darker with a blush. 

“Shut up-”

“Yeah! YEah, of course, of course!” Vince interrupted the bickering, all but bouncing on his feet, his voice breaking and going up a note,  “Leo’s going to explode with happiness-”

It took Vin a moment to calm down and then yet another moment as they figured out the logistics of it all. Vince still had his motorcycle, so they decided he should just stick with it and drive ahead of them, Luke and Jon following in the jeep. 

The local jewelry shop where Vince had bought Wendy’s birthday was also owned by Italians. The old owner was a friend of Vin’s mom and he lit up as the three men walked into his store. 

“Back for more so soon, Vicenzo?” he asked in a thick italian accent, “I told you, there’s no coming back from the first diamond you get her.” 

“No,” Vince shook his head, planting his hands on Jonah’s shoulders and shaking him like a rattle toy, “today I’m here just as a helper. My friend wants to buy his man a ring.” 

“Hi, I’m Jonah,” Jonah tried to shrug Vince off, offering his hand to the owner.

“Niccolo Fanucci, it’s a pleasure.”

Luke was already inspecting the rings on display, crouching down to get a better look at them, “Leo wouldn’t want anything too flashy,” he said, tunnel vision fully on, “so what are you thinking? Yellow, silver? Tungsten?” 

Jonah wrinkled his nose, “tungsten?” he scoffed, “I’m not buying my fiance a tungsten ring.” 

“What’s wrong with them?” Vince frowned, completely out of his depth. Buying Wendy her birthday gift had taken him hours and he still wasn’t convinced he had done a good job. Probably had, Jonah wouldn’t be there if he didn’t think the quality and design were good enough. 

“Tungsten is extremely durable, almost impossible to scratch-” Luke shrugged and Jonah glared at him. 

“And cheap,” he said sharply, “I want a real ring for Leo.”

“How real?” Vince raised his eyebrows, noticing Niccolo — the owner — visibly perk up as it became clear Jon was down for purchasing the whole store if needed. 

“The best. I want a diamond. Or a bunch,” Jonah leaned over the display, as Niccolo hurried to get his best stuff out of the safe, as well as his design magazines. 

“You want personalized, son?” the man asked and Jon shook his head. 

“No time, I want to propose before his birthday,” he explained, “and that’s next month.”

“We could design something in time,” the man shrugged, opening the bunch of magazines, “how’s this boy of yours? Flashy? Shy?”

“Shy,” Luke got up from his crouched down position, “Leo would rather die than walk around with a huge sparkly ring, Jon, you know that.”

Jonah pouted, “but I want it to be a wedding ring,” he stressed, “I want everyone to know he’s married from across the court.”

“Lawyer?” Niccolo raised an eyebrow, shutting his magazine and throwing it to the side, opening a much older one, “is he traditional?” 

“More or less…” Jonah shook his head, while Vince interrupted him, nodding. 

“Yes,” he flicked at Jon’s ear, “he’s shy and not flashy at all. He also doesn’t wear jewelry, so it has to be comfy.”

“It has to be yellow,” Jon didn’t argue with Vince, despite grimacing. 

Luke frowned, “he’s blonde and super pasty, white gold would look prettier-”

“I want yellow gold, I want it to be clear it’s a wedding band.” 

“Don’t be silly,” Niccolo shook his head, “it can be white gold or platinum and still look like a wedding band.”

“He’s in a straight dominated field where men wear rings, if he has a silver band people will assume it's just some ring,” Jonah groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, “this is pretty.”

“Absolutely not,” Vince and Luke chorused, looking at the yellow band Jon was pointing at, with three baguette diamonds in the peak. 

“Alright, so yellow gold,” Niccolo flipped through the pages, “and not flashy, but flashy enough people know.”

“It has to be something he likes,” Jonah sighed, studying the rings, “he’s gonna wear it until he dies, so.”

Luke let out a snort, “or not,” he mumbled, only to immediately recoil and jump back as Jon turned to face him like a snake, “because he might get a new one!” he exclaimed, hands raised as if his friend was gonna hit him, “relax!” 

“Shut up, you don’t know Leo enough. What do you think, Vin?” Jonah turned away from Luke and Vince grinned, noticing the other man pout behind Jon. 

“I think I agree with you about the yellow,” he shrugged, “but the diamonds are a bit much, man. Let’s focus on how thick it is, how about?” 

Jonah didn’t know it could take so long to pick a ring. He had expected it would take more than a couple of minutes, after all he was a perfectionist and not willing to compromise in this matter, but at every little thing he said, Luke and Vince had twenty different arguments. 

Finally, after about two hours of back and forth, they settled on a yellow gold ring, with a brushed finish instead of smooth polish and with a baguette small diamond sitting in the middle of it. 

“Now you need to pick the thickness,” Niccolo said, “wait a minute while I get my kit. Sit around, Vincenzo knows where the coffee is. Have a torrone.”

Jonah snorted quietly to himself, he had never been to a jewelry shop that offered a torrone or any type of sticky, sweet food. But then again he had never been in a locally owned shop. 

He walked outside, hearing as Vince and Luke bickered over the gem cut — Vince still thought the pear one was prettier, Luke was team no gem and partial to some design fussiness on the band — and then pressed his forehead to the brick wall outside the store and picked out his phone. 

There wasn’t a text from Leo, they had last spoken that morning, when Jonah had lied through his teeth that he had a surgery to watch that evening and so they couldn’t have lunch together. 

Jonah rolled his shoulders, letting out a breath. He felt stiff all over from stress, the huge weight of picking something that could make or break his proposal making him sweat. He felt nauseous too, but in all truth he had been feeling sick to his stomach with nerves ever since Leo got his promotion and Jon made up his mind about proposing. 

That had always been his plan, after all. Wait until his boyfriend got the promotion that would put them on equal pay, so Leo wouldn’t have a breakdown over wedding prices or feeling like he was being given anything when Jackie inevitably tried to hijack the bill…

“You okay?” Luke planted a hand on his elbow. 

Lucas was almost levitating with how happy he was. It was like he was the one getting married, the dude simply didn’t seem able to stop smiling, even now looking a little concerned and holding a paper cup of coffee. 

“Yeah,” Jonah wiped the sweat off and straightened up, “Niccolo is back?”

“Yep, we’re just waiting for you,” Luke chugged the rest of the coffee that his hyper ass definitely didn’t need and squeezed Jon’s bicep in a cuteness aggression fit, shoving him further inside the store. 

The old owner was holding a large hoop, with a bunch of silver rings on it. Upon Jonah arriving, he opened the hoop, so he could remove the rings one by one, “you said he’s traditional and shy, but not so traditional —” the man said, barely looking up, with that certainty of someone who’s been doing their job their entire life, “and you’ll have a diamond on the band, so you need some thickness, especially if you don’t want the bling to stand out that much…” 

He carefully pushed two bands towards Jon, “try these on and tell me what you think, son.”

Jonah went to grab it, only for his hand to completely miss it. He blinked a couple times, feeling Vince grab him by the elbow.

“Jon, hey- You wanna sit down?”

“No, I’m fine,” Jon shook his head, swallowing down the heightened nausea and grabbing the ring on the left. It was too large on his hand, he had thinner pianist fingers, but the important part was the width, “looks a bit bulky… What size is the rock again?”

Niccolo grabbed a tiny piece of sticker paper and measured, cutting it out and then planting the paper in the middle of the band, “this size.”

“Yeah, no…” Jon shook his head, “not this one.”

“That’s a 5.5mm, try the 4.5mm one,” Niccolo took the ring back, once again doing the paper trick, “that’s a more old fashioned groom width.”

“I think it looks better,” Luke said, as if someone asked him, poking his head in. Jonah nodded, suddenly feeling too woozy. He darted out a hand to grab on something… Anything… Then landed on Vince’s forearm and squeezed. 

“That’s the one,” Jon determined, dead set on getting the bloody ring before vertigo took him out, “uhm- Luke, can you…?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can,” Lucas stepped in front of him, smiling to the confused old man, “I’m buying.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Jon overheard Niccolo say, but there was a ringing in his ears starting to drown everything out. He squeezed Vince’s arm, “help me outside…”

Vince helped him the couple of steps it took for them to get to the door, then he wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled Jon almost off his feet, dragging him to a bus stop bench. 

Jonah crumpled, spreading his legs and grabbing on the plastic of the bench with all his force, breathing through his mouth, “Fuck,” he sighed, cold sweat spreading down his back, “of all days…”

“I’m sorry, man,” Vince squeezed his nape, “help me here, what do I do?”

“No-nothing…” Jonah leaned forward even more, as his stomach rolled, the world turning into a complete blur. He let out a whimper, feeling like he was falling forward, except the ground never met his face, he just kept falling, falling-

“Should he be lying down!?” Vince’s voice broke through the fog, “I don’t know what to do, you’re the one who’s good with sick people!” 

“Not sick like this!” Luke’s voice answered and Jonah groaned, blindly trying to grab at Luke and shut him up.

“Ssssstop-” Jonah slurred, realizing his mouth felt super sticky and his pants humid. Oh no. Had he wet himself? 

Mortification caused Jon to open his eyes, only to realize the wet spot was just the fact he had puked the McBacon he had had with Luke on their way to Doveport all over the ground and his pants. 

The sight of the chunky brown mess caused his stomach to flip again and Jonah heaved once more, the movement ruining the sliver of balance he had regained and sending the world spinning on its axis once more. 

“ — My place?” Vince, his voice much closer now, as if he was talking in his ear. Jon let his head roll towards the sound and his cheek met something soft- Vince’s thigh? Stomach? 

“I guess!?” Lucas, sounding more than a little nervous, “should we call Leo? Wendy? Hell, your mom?!”

Jon groaned. He wanted none of these people, except maybe Wendy. He desperately wanted Leo’s comfort and the fact his boyfriend wouldn’t be freaking out like the two idiots, but that would mean telling Leo what he was doing in fucking Doveport and-

“Noo,” he slurred, his voice muffled by something, probably Vince’s shirt, “no k- no calling-” his stomach was done with his words and Jonah coughed again, as liquid rushed up his throat and world tilted completely to the left, then right-

“I’m calling Leo,” Lucas, all decisive, “there’s no way this is normal, right? I’m calling him.” 

“The fuck will Leo do if this isn’t?” Vince, sounding far away now. Jonah tried to cling to his voice and make himself responsive, but he just… Couldn’t. When he tried to open his eyes again, he realized he was in a completely different place. 

A pink room?

The black spots clumped in front of his eyes and Jonah let out a whimper, scared and humiliated, and then darkness swallowed him up.

-----------------------------

“Where is he?” Leo’s heart was hammering in his ears. He didn’t suppose anything was scarier than hearing the person you loved the most was completely down for the count, hours away. 

Luke’s call had come at the very end of his day, just as he was packing up to go home. Leo had never made it home, he picked it up on the elevator and felt his heart plummet down to his stomach. 

During the four hours of drive he had plenty of time to think, but had actually done none of that. His head was spinning, nothing made sense, but he didn’t actually give a shit about puzzling things together until he got a look on Jon, because from the way Luke described it, all panicked, it sounded like his worst case yet. 

In fucking Doveport.

He hadn’t been to Vince’s new place yet and for a second Leo felt completely out of place, standing outside of the small one bedroom apartment. Then Luke stepped out of the bedroom, the front of his shirt with a huge wet spot on it and looking visibly worried and Leo’s confusion melted straight into worry.

“He’s here, but he’s really out of it,” Luke leaned on the doorway as Leo walked past him, storming into Vince’s bedroom. 

Jonah was a sight to behold. His six foot tall boyfriend was curled up on his side, almost in a fetal position and looking terribly tiny.

“God, Jon…” Leo walked closer, sitting on the bed and touching the other man’s naked shoulder. Luke and Vince had stripped him down to just his boxers, but he had no fever, in fact he felt cold and clammy to the touch, “why did you dumbasses remove his clothes?”

“Uhm- He kinda, hurled all over ‘em?” Vince scratched at his cheeks, seeming embarrassed, “we didn’t know what to do, once we got them off every time we tried to move him to get him dressed he just seemed to get worse…”

“Great, that’s just fucking great,” Leo scoffed, scooting closer and stroking Jon’s cheek, pushing his tight curls back, “did you get any water in him? When did-”

“It was around 4 PM,” Luke answered, while Vince shook his head to the previous question. 

Leo glanced at his watch. 9:26 PM. Amazing.

“Get me some water, the meds that are in my car, in the glovebox, and a straw. And an empty bowl. And a big sweater, he’s fucking freezing,” he glared at the two, before returning his gaze back to Jon, stroking his head again, “Jonah…” he whispered, leaning in, “angel, I need you to wake up.”

His boyfriend was completely out. His breath smelled sweet, causing Leo’s nose to wrinkle, and he was shivering violently. Leo smoothed a hand down his naked back, moving even closer and feeling Jonah’s steady heartbeat. 

“Hey, Jon,” he pressed his hand in, instead of shaking him, “baby, wake up.”

It took another minute of gentle pushing and calling until Jon’s eyes slipped open. He was out of it and his eyes rolled back, taking another thirty seconds to fully focus on Leo.

“Oh no,” he groaned, curling up more, “not you.”

“Yeah, me,” Leo rolled his eyes, pushing the flash of hurt he felt at Jonah’s words away and grabbing the items Luke had planted on Vince’s bedside table, “I need you to drink some water, okay?”

“Won’t stay down…” Jonah whispered, closing his eyes again, a wrinkle appearing between his eyebrows as if he was in pain, “Leo, I don’t feel well…”

“I know, angel, I know,” Leo’s heart squeezed in sympathy and he leaned in, planting a kiss on his boyfriend’s brow, “trust me here, okay?” he squeezed Jon’s arm, before turning slightly around in order to dissolve the little pink pill that was supposed to help with the vertigo episodes in the glass of water. 

Technically speaking, Leo was aware he shouldn’t do this. Wendy had scolded him once about it… But so far it worked like a charm every time and Leo was not about to listen to Wendy when the matter was Jon. 

“Okay, just a tiny sip,” he held the straw between his fingers, pushing it in Jonah’s mouth and grabbing the man’s pillow in order to tilt his body up just enough he could swallow without choking, “just one, baby.”

It took some prodding, but eventually Jonah took what Leo counted as a fourth of the water. He glanced at his watch again. 09:41 PM. 

“Try to keep this down and we’ll try the rest in a bit,” Leo whispered, draping Vince’s older sweater around Jonah’s naked shoulders and continuing to pet his hair. 

Luke entered the room, every bit like a dog with his tail between his legs, “is he okay…?”

“He will be,” Leo rolled his tense shoulders, then turned his head until his jaw clicked, holding all the tension on his mouth, “what the fuck is he doing in Doveport?”

Luke and Vince exchanged a look, then they both shrugged.

Leo squinted at them, “well?”

“I called him,” Vince said, his whole face turning red, “I called them both, I’m sorry, I just- I was having a bit of a breakdown over Wendy and Jonah just came over to say I’m stupid and-”

“And he brought Luke?” Leo didn’t buy this for a second, but most importantly, the fact Vince was lying to his face only made him feel more furious, “okay.”

“He did! Because he knows I’m the only one who can get through Vince!” Luke sounded so smug about the lie, Leo stared at him, unimpressed. He let his eyes drift away from the dark haired men, looking around the room. 

Jonah’s clothes were folded on top of Vince’s little office table, alongside other papers and all sorts of school items, like stickers and scissors. One of Vin’s bedroom walls was painted dusty pink. 

“You called Jonah first?” Leo asked, feeling his blood turn to ice in his veins, as Vince nodded enthusiastically. 

“I mean, it was about Wendy,” he said, as if that explained everything. Leo nodded, looking over his shoulder. Outside the window he could see Luke’s green jeep parked all crooked in front of the place.

“Yeah, of course,” he agreed through his teeth, turning mechanically and grabbing the glass of water, “Jon, let’s try another sip, baby.”

It took nearly one hour to have Jon fully draining the glass and by then Leo was in full automatic pilot. If he thought too much about the lies, then his thoughts turned a dark, spiraling path that he didn’t enjoy and he didn’t want to indulge. 

Because lies or no lies, he knew Jonah would never do any of the things his brain kept sprouting up. Break up with him. Cheat. 

“I’m fine,” Leo overheard Luke say across the house, as Vince ordered all of them food from the living couch, “no, Bell, I’m really fine, I promise. I’m with Vin, Leo and Jon.”

Leo gulped down the knot in his throat and glanced down, to Jonah napping near his thigh, still all curled up. At least now he had quit shivering violently and none of the medicine had made it back up, so it was well into his bloodstream. 

They were out of the woods, as soon as Jon woke up he’d feed him another round of meds and then- 

“Leo?” Jonah whispered, curling up even more and pressing his forehead to the blonde’s knee, “Leo?”

“Hey,” Leo leaned in, folding in half and forcing his voice past the lump in his throat, “I’m here.”

“Uhm,” Jon let out a little pleased noise, then opened his eyes, “I wanna go home.”

“In a little bit,” Leo kissed his cheek, squeezing his arm, “let’s try sitting up first, okay? It’s a long trip, you really don’t wanna be in the car in case you’re not feeling your best-”

“Leo,” Jonah frowned at him, pushing himself up and letting out a moan, getting a gray cast as he paled, “what’s wrong?”

“My boyfriend is sick?” Leo rolled his eyes, trying to keep the bitterness from his voice, “how’s sitting up?”

“It’s fine,” Jonah raised a shaky hand to his face, rubbing the sleep off his eyes, “I wanna go home.”

“We’re leaving in a bit,” Leo said more firmly, pushing back and collecting his dignity. He felt terrible, equal parts worried and furious and intrigued and terrified – “drink some water, will you?”

Jonah obeyed, frowning, but he was right. He really was as fine as he was going to get so soon, even if weak and shaky, clearly nauseous still. 

Leo managed to keep him down for another one hour and a half, but by the time midnight rolled on — Vince flipping through the TV channels clearly trying to be a decent host, while Lucas had passed out on the floor next to the couch, his head tipped back as he snored —, Jonah glared at him and said in a firm voice, “I wanna sleep in my bed. Can we please go home?”

Leo nodded, rubbing his eyes and trying to feel a little less sleepy himself. He wasn’t so sure he could drive, but he was feeling too proud to admit to that. 

 “Are you sure?” Vince yawned, stumbling up as he saw Leo helping Jonah put on his clothes – they had already been washed and dried long before, “you can stay the night, guys, take my bed and I’ll take the couch and-”

“No, we’re leaving,” Jonah shook his head, holding tightly on the wall to stay upright, “thank you, for everything, but no.”

Vin didn’t look one bit pleased, “this is a horrible idea, it's super late... Leo tell him it’s a horrible idea-”

“We’re going,” Leo couldn’t feel a shred of sympathy for Vince. He was trying, but failing miserably. Now that Jonah was up and stubborn as ever, concern was quickly getting replaced with simple, unmitigated fury. 

“Please call me when you get there,” Vince hung at the door, “please? I’m gonna be up.”

“We’ll call,” Jonah agreed, stumbling to Leo’s car and bracing against it, breathing through his mouth. For a split second Leo considered staying, ignoring Jon’s stubbornness and his own pride and the anger and fear bubbling at the pit of his stomach and just stay and think all of this through in the morning- 

“Goodnight guys,” Vince said in a small voice and Jonah waved, opening a little secret smile to the guy and Leo’s second thoughts burst like a bubble. 

They needed to head home and only then he’d be able to think things through clearly.

Leo’s fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel as they hit the road, Jon curling up against the window and watching the cars zoom past them. Headlights turning into lines of yellow and white and red.

“Why were you there?” Leo asked, one hour into the trip, when he could no longer hold it in. He turned up the heater, just a bit, noticing Jon was trembling again.

His boyfriend shrugged, but didn’t say anything, and Leo squeezed the steering wheel with a bit more force. 

“Jonah,” he said, his voice dropping, “I need you to talk with me, because I’m freaking out-”

“I can’t tell you,” Jonah’s voice was shot, “I can’t, okay? You just have to trust me-” 

“You already lied to me today, so cut the crap and tell me what were you doing in Doveport and not in surgery like you said-”

“Vince told you!” Jon exclaimed and Leo looked away from the road, his eyes wide in complete shock and anger. 

“You mean the lie he told me!? Do you think I’m stupid?!” Leo forced himself to look ahead, “Vince cannot lie to save his life and you want me-”

“It wasn’t a-”

“He called you first, but it was Luke’s jeep outside, not your car. In his story, you picked up Luke,” Leo hissed, starting to see red, “you lied to my face this morning, Jonah, so this was not some random, panicked call you got in the middle of your day. This was premeditated and-”

“Can’t you just please trust me?” Jonah glared at him, “Leo, what reason do you have not to trust me-”

“The fact that you’re LYING!?” Leo exclaimed, pulling the car to the dust shoulder and causing Jon to let out a whine at the sudden motion. He couldn’t drive like this, barely paying the road any attention. 

Jon was breathing through the dizziness when Leo turned to him, panting as he tried to keep his emotions at bay, “Jon, just be honest with me-”

“Please, please just drop it. It’s nothing bad-”

“Are you cheating on me?” Leo said without thinking and felt pathetic as he heard the words said out loud. He knew this wasn’t it, he knew it deep in his bones that whatever Jonah did, it would never be that. 

It didn’t stop the intrusive thought from continuously sprouting up.

Jonah’s head snapped and he glared at Leo, all vulnerability slipping away for a second and being replaced with anger, “oh my god, listen to yourself, Leo! You really think, I- God, you’re being fucking- You’re ruining everything,” he pushed the passenger door open and pushed himself out, causing Leo to jump out of the car as well. 

“I don’t know what to think! You’ve been acting weird for days and now you’re lying to me and your little buddies are all helping in the lie and I’m here, fucking nursing you-” 

“I DIDN’T FUCKING ASK YOU TO COME!” Jon yelled, hitting the car with a hand and Leo jumped at the explosion, his eyes wide and his heart speeding up, only to suddenly stop as Jonah’s shoulders shook and he folded in, grabbing on the top of the car with both hands and letting his head hang. 

Leo took a second, trying to make any sense of the scene in front of him, but then his body was moving before his mind caught up. Grabbing Jon by the shoulder, feeling his whole frame shake with sobs. 

“Jon- Shit, shit, shit, Jonah I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Leo mumbled frantically, his thoughts clearing up due to the searing certainty he had just messed up severely, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby, shit-” he cupped Jonah’s face and tried to wipe away the tears, only for the other man to shove his hands away. 

“Stop- Stop fucking t-touching me-” Jonah groaned, stumbling and falling sit on the passenger side, his legs still out of the car, covering his face with his hands as he continued to cry, “I can’t be-believe you think I- I would never- I-”

“No, I know, I know,” Leo sunk to his knees, mind reeling as he ignored Jon’s plea to stop touching him and grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist, “Jon, I’m so sorry, I’m an ass, I know you wouldn’t-”

Jonah’s whole frame shook with a sob and he angrily shoved Leo back, but in his movement the blonde got a decent look at his face and his heart broke in a billion pieces. Jonah looked genuinely hurt, tears streaming down his face and clinging to his chin, green eyes all red due to the crying-

“I’m so sorry,” Leo leaned in, pressing his forehead to Jonah’s and cupping his face, “baby, please stop crying-”

“I- I was-was,” Jonah pulled back, angrily wiping the tears and Leo let out a whine at the loss of contact. 

“I don’t wanna know,” he cut him off, “you’ll tell me later, a- another day,” Leo forced himself to say, “it’s fine, I don’t wanna-”

“I was buying your fucking proposal ring,” Jonah spat, glaring at him, his voice raspy, “and now you ruined it.”

Leo’s ears rang and he fell back on his ass in the humid grass, feeling like suddenly he was the one who had vertigo. He opened and closed his mouth, then felt tears springing up, “my proposal ring?” the question didn’t even sound like his voice.

Jonah scoffed, nodding, “yeah. You jackass, your proposal ring. Happy now? I was gonna propose at your birthday and they were just helping me and now you fucking ruined it and-”

“Yes,” Leo answered, without thinking and causing Jon’s mouth to snap shut, then open again, then shut in a tight line.

“No,” he glared at the blonde, “I’m not-”

“I’ll ask then,” Leo rolled his eyes, moving forward so he was resting on just one knee in front of the car door, “you can’t un-propose, you bought me a ring, I- I’ll ask. Are you gonna say no?”

Jonah frowned, clearly stuck between the rock and the sword, because he really didn’t want to propose on the side of the road, with his head throbbing from crying and puking, still wanting to strangle Leo and feeling wounded as fuck- With the ring on the pocket of his jacket… But there was simply no world or reality where he said no to Leo asking him to marry him. 

“You can’t steal my proposal,” Jonah scoffed, grabbing the box in his pocket and grossly sniffling, wiping the tears with the back of his hand, “you’re such a dick,” he opened the box. 

“You’re a romantic,” Leo grinned, then chuckled, “I can’t see the ring, it’s too dark.”

“SEE!” Jonah exclaimed, angry, “it’s a horrible proposal and you’re the one who ruined-” he never quite finished the complaint, as Leo leaped and kissed him, pushing Jon flat on his back inside the car. 

“I don’t need to see the ring,” Leo groaned, kissing him again and again, "the answer is always yes, Jon. Ring, no ring, it's always yes.”

#mywriting #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #jonah banks #angst #fluff #crying #this fic is a lot #🍄 anon

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Geralt of Rivia Fluff

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.6k

warnings: reader is injured at the beginning, reader is wounded, reader gets stitches (I think), clingy geralt, ?

summary: Never in your wildest dreams did you think Geralt of Rivia would turn out to be the clingiest boyfriend you’d ever had

When you first started your relationship with Geralt- actually, scratch that. When you first met Geralt you thought he was the furthest thing from clingy. He barely even spoke, much less touched you or even looked in your direction really.

After he fell out with Yennefer, he met you. He was planning to just stay in this small village for a few days and rest, knowing he had to keep moving so no one would find him and Ciri. That was until he stumbled upon you.

He found you running from some odd and probably hungry monster, looking to feed…on you. Possibly one of the most gorgeous women he’s ever seen. You looked quite out of place, your light pastel purple skirt gradually getting covered in dirt as you tried to escape the creature.

You yelped as you tripped over a branch, sobs racking your body as you fell face first into the dirt. You groaned, cursing frantically through sobs, trying to crawl away from the creature.

“fu- FUCK!” You said as the creature drug his claw across your thigh. You cried out, whimpering as you finally accepted your fate. Suddenly, right when you feel it’s stinky, hot breath on you it disappears just as fast.

You couldn’t see what was happening, back facing upwards and your face still buried in the ground. You felt a man’s hands on your waist and you screamed, curling tighter even though it caused more pain to pulse in your thigh.

“Miss, I’m the one who just saved your life. I’m…a Witcher. Even if you hate me right now, I’d like to help you if that’s alright?” He said as he walked in front of you bending down so you could see him. You whimpered as you said “p-please don’t hurt m-me”

“I’m not going to. I just need you to cooperate and I promise you’ll be just fine in a little while” he said and you nodded. He scooped you up and plopped you on his horse, making you cry out in pain.

“Can you…mmm- b-be gentle?” You asked and he sighed. He mumbled an apology and started leading Roach back to his lodgings that he found sufficient for a few days.

You had passed out then, and he realized that his poor excuse for a tourniquet failed. “Shit,” he said and laid you on his bed, pulling your skirt off to help him treat you better.

“Oh gods, what the hell is this?” Ciri asked and Geralt sighed. He poured a disinfectant on your thigh as he said “found her being chased by a monster. Did my job. Now I’m helping her” “why didn’t you just find a doctor to do it?” She asked, setting her bag of fruits down and beginning to wash them.

“Don’t have the coin for it. Why so many questions, Ciri?” He asked and she shrugged. She looked over and said “I don’t know, just…feels unusual” “she needs help. I’m providing it” he said and Ciri nodded, chuckling.

He treated you to the best of his abilities and waited for you to wake up, going out and chopping some wood to fill his time and also training with Ciri a bit. When he came back inside it was nighttime and you were still sleeping.

He knew you weren’t dead, he could hear your heartbeat faintly and you weren’t super pale anymore. He walked over and shook you lightly, trying to wake you up. “Miss?” He asked, and you still didn’t budge.

He sighed and then nearly jumped when Jaskier busted in, a little drunk admittedly. “Ohhhh Geralt!” He sang, stumbling in. Geralt sighed and stared at him, hoping Jaskier wouldn’t cause too much trouble because he needed to look after you.

You groaned softly, rubbing your eyes and coughing a few times. You tried to sit up but moving your thigh cause immense pain. “Ahh!” You groaned, trying to figure out what the hell happened.

“Hi, Miss. Are you alright?” Geralt asked and you jumped slightly. You looked around frantically and then said “w-where is my skirt?” You asked and he cleared his throat. He showed that it was on a table and said “I had to take it off to treat your wounds”

You looked down at your thigh and winced, gently touching it and moving the bandage. “Thank- th-thank you” you said, looking up at him. Jaskier walked over with a smirk on his face and said “and who are you-” “Jaskier,” Geralt scolded softly.

“Y/n…of Aedirn” you said and smiled a little. You noticed a look of confusion on his face and you understood why. You were in a far away village near Creyden, why? “Julian Alfred Pankratz?” You asked the brown haired gentleman and he smiled. He nodded and said “that would be me. Viscount of Lettenhove”

You nodded and looked up at the white haired Witcher, sighing. “Uhm…Rivia…Geralt?” You asked and he nodded, a small smile on his face. Ciri had came out of her room and scoffed at the interaction. “Are you blushing?” She asked and Geralt shot a stern look her way.

“You should be asleep” he said and she shook her head. “Jaskier woke me up” she mumbled and he gasped. He ran over and hugged her as he said “I deeply apologize, my little pocket sized princess. Oh, you should get your beauty sleep come on”

You chuckled a little at the interaction and Geralt bent down to your level. His gaze made butterflies swirl in your stomach. “How are you feeling?” He asked and you sighed. You look down at your leg and said “sore. And dirty” “would you like me to help you with a bath? I would leave you alone but I don’t think you’ll be able to walk properly for a while” “I appreciate it. Yes, thank you” you said and he got to work.

He ended up staying for longer just to care for you and you told him your story. Your parents turned you away because you were secretly harboring magical abilities behind their back and they had strong opinions against that. You’ve been running around all over the continent trying to figure out where’s safest but it’s been tough and technically your homeless.

But he was so infatuated with you he wasn’t really thinking when he said “travel with me. And Ciri of course, and sometimes Jaskier” You shook your head and insisted you couldn’t, you would only be a bother. He insisted instead that you come along.

He was a man of mostly few words, and kept to himself quite a bit. You spent a lot of time with Ciri. You would teach her to cook, help her control her chaos, braid her hair, and even tell her stories of your travels before you met them. The two of you almost seemed like mother and daughter at times but neither of you noticed. You just felt like best friends.

You had to admit, Geralt was a beautiful man. When you caught him shirtless once, you nearly fainted. He was just so handsome, and you wanted to kiss every scar on his body till he forgot about them.

But you thought you never stood a chance with him. You knew about what happened with Yennefer and assumed that because of that you wouldn’t be able to have any romantic relationship with him. Even if you tried, you think it would be rude because of how much happened between them. Truly you are still convinced to this day that they are soulmates, and he would drop you in a heartbeat if she came back and wanted to try again. But that’s a story for another day.

Months go by, you’ve completely healed so long ago you don’t need to burden them any longer with your presence but you feel so welcomed and safe with them. However, after about a year or so you’ve started to think that maybe it would make things easier if you went off on your own again, like it used to be.

You packed your bags and made your way to the lake where Geralt was fishing from. “Hey,” you said, walking up to him. He looked over at you and grunted in response. “I uh…I’ve been thinking and I’m gonna go out on my own again. I’ve been healed for months and I don’t need to stay and bother you any longer. Im grateful fo-”

“Stop,” he said, putting down his net. He shook his head and said “what are you talking about? You are not leaving” “Geralt…I-I was only supposed to travel with you until my leg healed and it’s been over a year. I’m okay now. The less people you have to travel with the easier, so I thought maybe I’d-”

“No. You can’t go. You can’t- do not go. Y/n, why do you say such stupid things?” He asked and you shook your head. You scoffed, shaking your head as you said “why do you care so much? I’m just some strange, homeless woman you met a year ago and just so happened to save from a really stinky monster”

“You’re- why do you think so little of yourself? Stop talking about this nonsense, I don’t want to hear it” he said and you rolled your eyes. You folded your arms and said “so what? I cant go because you say so” “Ciri needs you! I ne- mmm. Go back inside, you’re not leaving” he said and you gasped.

He looked away, obviously shy and embarrassed and you blushed instantly. Did he really mean that? “Geralt…” you said and he ignored you. You walked over in front of him but he still wouldn’t look at you.

You cupped his cheeks and said “what were you going to say?” “I- I can’t. It’s- it’s not fair to Ciri” he said and you sighed. You looked over his facial expression and let go, slowly walking away. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.

He decided to just say it in case he never got the chance again, even though he was scared. “I need you, y/n! Alright? There, I said it” he said and groaned as if he was annoyed. You smiled then, just slightly as you stopped walking, butterflies swirling in your belly.

“I thought you didn’t need anyone?” You said as you walked over again. He looked away, feeling so embarrassed he could run away. You almost couldn’t tell, just a small furrow between his brows aside from his usually stoic expression.

“I also said I didn’t want anyone needing me but now Ciri doesn’t get to leave my side and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I guess I lied. And I need you.” He said and you nodded, taking a deep breath. You looked over at what he had already caught and said “alright, fine”

You began to walk away and yet again he pulled you back, pushing you against a tree as he cupped your cheek with one hand and your waist with the other. He looked scared, and you were just about to tell him he didn’t have to do this but then he kissed you and your mind blanked.

He slowly and gently licked into your mouth, connecting your tongues as he caressed and squeezed your waist. You were blushing and smiling so hard as your tongues swirled together, his warm hands making the butterflies in your belly worse.

You pulled away, feeling your face was going to explode and he was only making it worse. “What?” He asked as you stared at him. You giggled and said “you’re smiling,” “no, I’m not” he said and blushed, kissing you again.

He never stopped touching you after that day. You tried to keep this new relationship from Ciri but not a week later she caught Geralt embracing you as you made breakfast. He knew you were upset at him, but he couldn’t help the grin on his face as you scolded him, knife pointing towards him with your hair in a messy bun from when you slept and your nightgown still draping over your beautiful body.

She seemed a bit confused about it, clearly distracted during lessons and keeping to herself for a while after that. You never heard the end of it considering Geralt lingered around you quite a bit and had become so talkative as he got more and more comfortable with you everyday.

Eventually she warmed up to your new relationship, especially since she was seeing it all the time everywhere every day. He couldn’t keep his hands off you to save his life. Quite literally, he almost got seriously injured trying to get you away from one of the many monsters he's fought and killed.

And now, it’s high noon and you’ve been stuck in bed underneath a giant white haired man. A little sex, and a lot of cuddling has gone on in the last 16 or so hours. You assume at least. You’ve been too busy with Geralt.

“You know, I thought when we started seeing each other romantically that we wouldn’t last because I would feel insecure due to the lack of attention you’d give me. The last thing I’d expected was this” you said, making him lift his head up.

He searched your eyes as he said “do you…not like it?” “No, no, I love it, I just- well…have you met yourself? You’re not exactly very affectionate to everyone you meet” you said and you both laughed.

“I just…love you so much” he said and you blushed. He’d told you it took him so many years to tell Yennefer he loved her and you two had only been romantically involved for a little over a year. And it’s been the best year of your life.

He trusted you so much. He chose to be vulnerable and he chose to be vulnerable with you. It was the greatest feeling ever. You’d never given him a reason not to trust you and as scary as it was he reacted directly to that fact every single day he was with you.

“I love you more. My sexy, white haired lover” you said and he blushed. You kissed him and he said “the only white haired lover you’ll ever have” “for the rest of my life” you finished, kissing all over his face.

He smiled and it made you blush. You couldn’t help it. 10 years could pass and you’d still feel so shy when you could make him smile. “As much as I do love this, I am quite hungry” you said and he sighed. He rested his head back on your chest for just a moment longer and then got up, looking around for his clothes.

You smiled, rolling onto your side and admiring his body. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said, turning around. It was a little bit of a strain but you reached over and smacked his ass, making him gasp and reach over to the other side of you, doing the same.

You squealed, calling a truce because you knew how quick he could turn this dirty and your ass was already sore from being slammed against so many things last night and also from having you in- never mind. If you keep remembering you’ll only get yourself worked up again and then you’ll never leave this bed.

“Dirty girl,” he said, leaning down and kissing you once he got his clothes on. You curled up in bed for just a little longer, smiling at the fond memories of how amazing it’s been loving Geralt for the last 2 years. Even when you weren’t together, you did everything you could think of to subtly show your love for him. You wouldn’t trade him for the world.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

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[uncouth-the-fifth]

Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch - Sam Winchester/Reader (for #samweek2023)

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Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader. Tags/Warnings: just fluff! Word Count: 2k Notes: for @ghostsam and @suncaptor's Sam Winchester Appreciation Week :) happy birthday baby boy!!! ily ily ily <;3 Ask to be added to my taglists for future posts!

The alarm clock in Bobby’s guest bedroom was a little busted, so you weren’t crazy confident that it could get you up at midnight like you wanted. True to form, you were hauled ass-first out of sleep a little after two in the morning, and staggered out of bed bleary-eyed and cursing. 

What kind of sick freaks tortured themselves like this? Very, very dedicated girlfriends. Just like you’d predicted, the other side of the bed hadn’t been touched. Sam was probably still downstairs, straining his neck over a book and adding to his exhaustive research notes. Totally clueless. You groped around the floor for the spare pajama pants you’d stolen from him ages ago and hopped into them as quietly as you could. The house was serene but not quiet, filled with the natural creaks and sighs of the old wood and the flutter of the loose siding in the breeze. You knew it would be impossible to stay silent on the stupid ancient stairway, but you were determined not to wake Dean. There was no way you were letting him beat you to this like he had last year. Pouring all of your hunter chops into the task, you snuck down the stairs like a goddamn ghost, and made sure to throw Dean’s door two gloating middle fingers in the dark. Eat that, Winchester.

Every inch of the first floor was covered by safe blue darkness, except for a teeny circle of buttery lamplight that you followed to the kitchen. Before you turned the corner, you made bets with yourself about how Sam would be sitting: hunched completely over the kitchen table, that’s for sure, probably rubbing at his aching neck and glaring at what he was reading.

When you were close enough to see, you let your footsteps be heard so as not to scare him. Man, you were good. The same angle you’d pictured and everything.

Sam pried his face away from his research and squinted at his watch, then at you, sheepish. “Oh, hey… sorry. I promised that I’d be up hours ago.”

You knew he was already finding ten ways to beat himself up over it, so you drew yourself towards him with an understanding smile. “No sweat,” you waved it off, “I’m glad you’re still up. It means I get to do this.”

The first chance you got, you pounced on him, sliding up behind his chair and squeezing your arms around his shoulders. Sam made a pleased little sound that quickly became embarrassed—you scooped up his face and started smushing noisy kisses everywhere you could reach. Sam pretended to squirm and groan for your benefit, but he was a lousy actor. Just a few kisses melted him like butter. 

As he relaxed, so did you. Sam wrapped a loose hand around your wrist, and you gave him one more deep kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Sammy.”

“So that’s where this is coming from,” Sam realized. He started scrubbing sleepily at his eyes, sighing and laughing without humor, “God, I didn’t even know it was May.”

You hid your evil smile in Sam’s hair. “So… I take it I beat your brother to saying it first?”

“You did,” Sam confirmed. Just by hearing his voice you knew he had on that small, dopey smile that he reserved only for you.

“Fuck yeah,” You hiss in victory. You put on a whole show to get a laugh out of him, pumping your fist and salsaing in a happy circle.

A few tired chuckles seep out of your boyfriend. He sounds beyond exhausted, and you’ve got it so bad for him that just that makes your heart throb with sympathy. Feeling stupid and in love and obsessed with him, you fall down into the closest empty seat and take Sam’s hand, wishing more than anything that the whole world would throw him a party. He deserved so much more than what this shitty world ever gave him. Even the small gift you’d managed to pull together for him didn’t feel like enough.

“I have two gifts for the birthday boy,” you tell him, holding up two important fingers. “Do you want to open them both right now?”

Sam has had a sum total of two good birthdays in his entire life, so he props a hand on his thigh and shrugs. He’s never been very eager to make a thing out of May 2nd. “Whatever you wanna do.”

You make a sound like an incorrect gameshow buzzer. “Wrong! Birthday boy makes the decisions today.”

There it is. Sam cracks an even bigger, shier smile, sinking into his seat a little bit. “Okay, okay,” he relents, “...Can I open them now?”

“Of course you can,” you flirt, and start to feel around under the table. It is your greatest joy in life to mess with Sam, and for a moment you’re flooded with that joy when you find the gift with your hand, pull it loose from where you taped it, and slap it onto the table.

Sam’s face blooms with amused disbelief. He’s been grinding away at these books for hours, and of course, his birthday gift was right under his nose this entire time. “You masterminded all of this, didn’t you?” He guesses, smile growing, “Is the second one under my chair? Behind my ear or something?”

“Close,” you admit, and gesture him in. Dutiful as ever, Sam listens, only to be pulled into a deep, loving kiss. “She’s right here,” you murmur.

It’s a really dorky gift to give him, but more than anything you want this day to be special for him. Underneath all the teasing attitude you’re throwing around, you’re overwhelmed with the urge to do something for him, to make up for the myriad of shitty birthdays he’s survived, and the strength of it could pulverize every monster in the whole damn state. A content hum drains out of him. You kiss him like you could squeeze the fear out of him with your hands, curling your fingers through the tufts of hair at his neck and stroking his scalp.

When you draw back, Sam’s face is bright red. He gives you this bashful look like he’s never in a million years been kissed like that, and instead of getting smug, you just feel plain happy. “I love it,” Sam confesses, “That’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever been given.”

You’re sure that’s not a tough race to beat, but hey, it’s nice to hear. Sam gives your hand a sweet squeeze before scooping your actual, physical gift off the kitchen table. The gift-wrapping resources at Bobby’s house were pretty lacking, so you got creative with some paper bags, twine, and markers, wrapping your gift in the paper and then drawing stars all over it. Sam stares at it for so long that you consider making fun of him, but even the stupid impromptu wrapping paper you came up with is something he’s never had before. You’d kind of hoped that he’d just tear into it, but Sam takes the time to carefully untie your twine knot to keep the paper intact, his long fingers moving delicately along the string.

Packed inside the paper is a set of envelopes. They have teen-you written all over them, from the color of the envelopes, the glitter pen your decorated them with, and the old stickers all over the sides. Some are creased and folded awkwardly, others have smeared pen and peeling stickers. Every single one has Sam’s name written on one side.

“This is your handwriting,” he notices, curious. “...What are these?”

“These,” you enunciate, trying to contain your excitement for his reaction, “are all the love letters I wrote for you in high school.”

Pure delight slowly transforms Sam’s face. His jaw drops, and the second he realizes the absolute treasure trove of glorious teenage embarrassment he’s holding, he slaps the letters protectively to his chest. “No—way,” he gapes, eyes sparkling. “No. There’s no way. There’s no way in hell you’d ever just give me such quality blackmail material like this.”

But you did, because for whatever reason you’re totally into this loser. Those letters are full of the cringiest, sappiest writing one can possibly imagine, back when you’d convinced yourself you were a poetry-writing god and were utterly obsessed with Sam. (Well. Some things never change, but). The two of you hadn’t started dating until much later, so you figured he’d love to see just how long he’s been driving you insane. And, yeah. Blackmail material. If anyone else but Sam ever read these, the galactic weight of your embarrassment would instantly blink you out of existence.

“That’s how much I love you,” you tell him, shrugging. That simple.

The biggest, dorkiest grin takes up his whole face, and you force yourself to relax, happy to know you’ve at least given him this one thing. Without hesitation, he fishes the first letter out of the pile and carefully peels it open. The actual letter is on plain notebook paper, and, to Sam’s utter delight, is also penned in glitter. 

He clears his throat and reads the heading. “Ooh. March 6th, 1998.” His smirk is a little too evil for your liking, “We would’ve been in… tenth grade?”

You shove your face in your hands and groan.

“Dear Sam,” he says, in a high, girly voice. You smack him on the shoulder for the shitty impression of you, which just makes the laughter splitting his sides even louder. “Today, I saw Mandy talking to you by your locker—”

“Oh god.”

“She doesn’t even try to hide her stupid crush on you,” Sam reads, biting back giggles. “At least I’m subtle about it.”

Not true. You were not at all subtle about it. God, this is torture… But it’s been a long time since you’ve heard Sam sound this happy.

“I swear, Sammy, I wanted to punch her lights out so bad. She doesn’t even know you, or your family, or what we’re all really like.” Sam throws you a mean little smile at this next part, “Nobody knows you like I do.”

He loves to fuck with you just as much as you love to fuck with him, so, of course, this sends Sam into a full-body fit. He’s bent over the table wheezing for breath just a couple minutes later. You try to hold on to your shame, you really do, but he’s just too damn cute. Sam never laughs like this anymore.

You stuff your blazing hot face into his shoulder, pouting. “Are you happy, now that you’ve humiliated me?”

Sam slouches back in his chair, his whole face bright with humor. He’s so happy that he pulls you out of your chair and loops you into his lap, where you can feel every bit of his bassy laughter seeping through your back. A big, long arm seals around your waist and keeps you close to him, and while you’re distracted by his warmth and hands and cologne, he’s trapped you.

“I am,” Sam confesses, and it’s even more embarrassing how your whole body floods with butterflies. “Think you could keep reading these to me? I wanna hear them in your voice.”

Pfft. Okay. Whatever. With his stupid cute face. “Sam…” I warn.

“Authenticity! And hey,” he budges you, “I thought the birthday boy makes the decisions today?”

You make a face, just to remind him who he’s testing here. But he’s giving you the same pretty, boyish smile you wrote about in these letters a hundred times, the tension in his body gone, and the whole world is quiet just for the two of you. And yeah, it is his fucking birthday.

Sighing, you find the spot where Sam left off. He thanks you with some kisses to your shoulder that make you consider writing poetry about him all over again, and the two of you snuggle close.

“Sleep with both eyes open, Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch. I know where you live!”

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[bowiebond]

AU where right after Billy crashes, he’s about to have a good old angry cry over his baby, he’s about to touch the goop on his cracked window and be lured away by his own curiosity, when he’s blinded by headlights.

“Oh my god, sir, are you alright? I thought I heard a crash…” Joyce “Psycho” Byers is rushing out of the car to check on him, some kid she doesn’t really know, because she’s on her way back from work and heard the whole thing and has never been able to ignore a situation where someone might need help.

“Oh god, you poor thing, you’re bleeding, um, I think I have some bandaids in the car - wait no, we should probably get you checked out all together, what if you have a concussion, do you have a concussion? Tell me if this hurts.” She’s talking too fast in her panic, and he’s kind of bewildered as she reached out to feel under his curls for more wounds, but he snaps out of it quickly when she does poke at the growing lump from where he hit his head on the door more than once. The spilt on his forehead hurts enough.

“Watch it, lady.” He doesn’t have enough will power to yell at an older woman, a mother, but he’s running pretty high on emotions right now.

“Let me check your eyes - Jesus, it’s dark out here.” Joyce mutters, Billy dodging her attempts as pulling his pinched brows apart and up.

“Hands off, will you? I just fucking crashed.”

“Don’t use that tone with me.” It’s an instinctive response and it leaves Billy flushing with shame, which only makes him want to throw something, kick something, and it ends up being his car because he’s not gonna kick a woman.

“Sorry, I have two boys, the oldest used to have a bit of a smart mouth.” Joyce flusters. “Is this your car? It was just you?”

“Yeah. Something hit my fu- my windshield. I swerved. Hit the pole.” He felt ridiculous. It was a silent road, he could have just stepped on the break and he would still have a car, his only fucking freedom and possession.

“It happens to the best of us. I’m just glad you’re not dead. Do you need a ride home?”

“I had a date.” He muttered, but his sour mood would not be fixed by seeing Karen Wheeler. Even he knew that.

“Oh, well, I’m sure they’ll understand if you give them a call. The hospital can be a pretty penny, but I can take you home and your parents can keep an eye on you, I’m sure you have a first aid kit, right?”

Yeah, his parents would not give a solitary shit about his condition. Neil would add to it if he was feeling particularly mean.

“My dads gonna kill me.”

“A car is just a thing, honey, it can be replaced. You can’t be. He’ll understand.” Joyce placed a hand on his shoulder and Billy shook her off with a glare at the hunk of junk. All his best memories, down the drain with one crash. His baby was gone so quickly. Like all good things.

“He really won’t.” He muttered, huffing to him. He’d have to find a pay phone. Get someone to tow her back to his place. She’d take a while to fix up, but he prayed he could do it.

Joyce was quiet a while.

“Why don’t you come home with me? Our couch is a pull out, I have a fully stocked first aid kit, I even did a little nursing in the past, volunteer work, so you can relax for a bit until I’m certain you’re good to go.”

Billy sighed. He had two options. Stay here, sort this shit out himself and walk home, or go with the lady everyone calls crazy but seems relatively nice, who has a pull out that’s somewhere other than his own house.

Billy wasn’t stupid, even if he was stubborn.

“Okay. Thank you. Ma’am.”

“Oh please, Ms Byers or Joyce, whichever is most comfortable for you.” She waved off his attempt at manners and put a hand on his back. “Come on, it’s muggy out here, even this late, and I’d like to go home too.” She joked.

“My car…”

“I have a friend at the station.” She patted his chest. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to tow your car home, or to the nearest shop, whichever is best for you.”

She really was doing too much. Billy was gonna start feeling guilt above the slight humiliation he already felt. He rounded her car, a sense of ease filling him as he opened the door. He felt like he had just escaped something really bad, for some reason. Maybe his fathers wrath for the evening.

“Oh, what’s your name again, honey? I forgot to ask.” Joyce asked from over the roof of the car, a little pinch between her brows.

“…William. Most people just call me Billy though.”

“William, that’s my son name.” She broke into a bright smile. “Well, now I’ll have two Williams in my house. I do hope I don’t mix you two up.” She joked as she slipped into the car. He cracked a small smile as he followed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be calling you Mom like he does.”

“Oh, Jim says I’m everyone’s mother.” She chuckled as she started the engine. “I won’t hold it against you if you slip up.”

“I won’t.” As nice as she was, she wasn’t his mother.

As she drove them away from the scene, Billy felt the anxiety ease in his chest. She was playing pop hits from the previous decade, but they’re nice, nostalgic, and he finds himself almost drifting off.

“Don’t go falling asleep, Will, you might be concussed, sweetie.” Her hand reaches out and brushes his curls back from his face.

“It’s Billy.” He mumbled, and everything kind of goes hazy as his eyes unfocused. Her car is equally muggy as outside, with the smell of artificial lavender, and the music has trilled to something softer. It’s just perfect for a nap.

“Right. Sorry, honey.” He likes that she’s still patting him as she drives, just his hair where it doesn’t ache or sting. “Just stay awake, okay?”

“Okay…” He would. Or at least, he really did try. He’s pretty sure he’s not concussed, just…sleepy.

It feels nice to fall asleep with a hand on his head like the old days.

#just some Joyce and Billy fluff <3 #Joyce mothering Billy like she does Will <3 #because Billy is a sensitive boy too #Billy hargrove #Joyce Byers #fix it au okay #stranger things

[elizabethwritesmen]

The Devil Wears Lace

chapter 4 : March 3, 2023

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader

summary: you go on a date to try and get ghost off your mind, but still, somehow, you end the night with him instead.

warnings: 18+ for eventual smut, reader goes on a date with someone who’s not simon, reader kisses someone who’s not simon, i think that’s all but let me know if i missed anything!

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March 3, 2023

Not even a month had passed and I could still see it all in my mind. I hadn’t spent a second not thinking about him, kicking myself and cursing his stupid codename or whatever. I felt so unlike myself, giggly and stupid, begging God for one more chance to see him, swearing I’ll take advantage of it like he doesn’t turn me to mush. I’m confident enough to flirt with him, to toy with him the way I do them all. But I don’t have it in me to actually make a move, or even insinuate that I want him.

And what would happen if I had him? He’d probably get up and leave right after wrecking me, his self intact and mine done for. He’d walk out, and I’d go back to barely ever seeing him. If ever again. Who knows when he’d stop being sent to my town? Why did I want that so badly? Something I couldn’t even have, not really? Something that I knew would ruin me and my life to a point I couldn’t come back from? Something that would turn me into a worse person than I already was?

I craved it, though. I told myself I could handle having him once then never again. I could handle not knowing where he was after, and not having any contact. I could handle the fact that I was falling over the edge and there was no way it would end well.

I decided I needed to take my mind off of it, and what better way than with someone else? This particular guy had been begging me for a date for months, and he was cute. What harm could come from saying yes? I didn’t want to be with him or anything, but maybe a little flirting, a little attention, a little more could clear my mind of that mask.

So there I was, sitting at the table across from… oh, what was his name again? Dave? Don? Danny? Oh! Drake. It was definitely Drake. I think.

He was going on and on about his plans to get out of the military and open his own sporting goods company. Great dreams. I couldn’t see him actually achieving them.

My phone buzzed on the table, and I held a hand up to stop his rambling, “That’s all great, give me just a second, though.” He seemed a little dumbstruck that I’d had the audacity to shut him up, but stayed silent as I walked away to answer Sabrina’s call.

“Dude, where are you?” she spoke from the other line, “I’ve texted you like ten times.”

“I’m on that date, remember?”

“Date? You didn’t tell me about a date,” I could hear the smirk in her voice, “How’s that?”

“Oh, perfect. I was just about to ride off into the sunset on his white horse when you called,” I groaned, and she giggled.

“Well come to the bar, save yourself from that misery.”

“The bar? Why?”

“Just come to the damn bar!”

I jumped slightly at her tone, she could be assertive when she wanted to. “You got something sketchy up your sleeve?” I asked, eyebrows raised though she couldn’t see me.

“Just come! Please!” This time she was pleading, and I sighed.

“Anything is better than being here with Mr. Future Entrepreneurs of America. I’ll be there in a sec.”

I briefly wondered how I was going to get out of the date, then realized, what would he do if I just told him I had somewhere to be and left? Probably nothing, just stare at me dumbly.

I sauntered to the table, pulling 30 dollars out of my bag.

“This should cover my part. I’ve gotta go,” I hummed, beginning to turn on my heel, but he stopped me with a hand on my arm. God, I hated being touched.

I swung around, already annoyed, and he crumbled a bit under my stare but plowed onward, “I thought we were having a good time.”

“Yeah, sure, it was great,” I shrugged, “Just gotta go. I have somewhere to be. You can keep my food when it comes, take it home or something.”

“Do I at least get a goodnight kiss?”

“Do you think you deserve one?” I raised a brow and his expression was comical, in disbelief I would say such a thing.

“Yes,” he nodded frantically, “You’re leaving early, skipping out on a date you agreed to! It’s the least you could do!”

“Fine, if it means no hard feelings,” I shrugged, leaning down and slotting my lips against his before I could talk myself out of it. It was just a kiss. It didn’t matter at all. Kisses never really did.

It was okay, except it wasn’t really okay at all. I pulled away, giving his cheek a tap before walking off to my getaway car.

The drive to the bar was quick, I was already downtown so it only took minutes to pull into the small parking lot. The only spot open was in the alley, naturally, so I went for it. I could hear Ghost’s voice in my head, telling me not to do it, and I hadn’t been! But desperate times, you know what I mean?

I got out of the car, bag in hand, and smoothed out my dress. It was a purple slip with floral black mesh over top of it, and I thought it looked great on me, highlighting the right curves and smoothing over the wrong ones. I was also wearing heels, black stilettos, they were very femme fatale. Fully satisfied with my appearance, right down to my big curls and my deep red lips, I walked inside.

Sabrina noticed me immediately, sprinting for me.

“Fuck, you look hot!” she squealed, and I was too preoccupied with her to see who was sitting at the bar. “Someone is here to see you!”

I turned to where she was gesturing, and there was Ghost, sitting at a turned around barstool facing us, hands folded in his perfect lap.

“What is he doing here so soon?” I gasped, throat going dry and heart pumping extra hard.

“I’m not sure, but he came here asking about you and I told him you weren’t working. He was gonna leave but I said I’d get you here, and, well, he waited,” her voice sounded extra sweet on the last word, as if she almost couldn’t believe he’d done it. As if it was the most precious thing in the world, and maybe it was.

“You couldn’t have warned me he was here?” My anxiety flared up, and I was suddenly feeling self conscious, worried my dress wasn’t covering me enough, worrying I couldn’t walk well enough in my heels. I wanted his approval, I wanted him to like what he saw, and fear that he wouldn’t ripped through me like a current.

“I told you, you look hot, stop stressing. Now go talk to him!”

I nodded, steeling my resolve and walking his way. He was waiting there, expectant, and I stopped right in between his open legs.

“I heard you were asking about me?” I smirked coolly, more confidence than I actually had dripping from me like syrup.

“Words gets around fast here, huh?”

“What’re you doing back so soon? Not that I’m complaining, I’m just used to having to wait until I’m absolutely desperate to see you and then somehow you pop up.”

“You aren’t desperate to see me now?”

“Maybe a little,” I shrugged dismissively, “You were kind of an ass last time, so.”

“I wasn’t an ass, I was trying to help you.”

“By yelling at me?”

“There you go again, lying. I didn’t yell, I was stern with you. I have a feeling you like when a man is stern with you, so why are you whining?” My cheeks went red, burning with embarrassment.

“You’ve got all kinds of things to say tonight, huh?” I gasped, “But really, what are you doing here? You’ve been sent back already?”

“No…” he started, hesitant to continue, “I had a few days of leave and wanted to come here and check on you.”

The words rolled over and over in my head. He had leave, personal time, and he used it to see me. I couldn’t help but get all starry eyed and cursed myself for being such an idiot.

“Checking on me, soldier? If I didn’t know better I’d think you cared.”

He groaned, eyes rolling and they looked so pretty that way. “What happened in the alley was a lot, I wanted to make sure you were okay, especially after being kidnapped there.”

“It would’ve been a lot if you hadn’t been there, but you were.”

“I was.”

It was silent for a moment, just eyes locked on each other, and I cleared my throat, “I’ve been parking in the lot and not the alley, and I haven’t walked alone once. Just like you said.”

His eyes crinkled like he was smiling, “Good girl.”

My mouth fell agape, and I couldn’t help my reaction to that, squirming just a little, breath hitching. He noticed, eyes widening for a second before falling to their normal spot. He placed his hands on my hips, looking me up and down.

“Who’re you wearing this for, love?” he asked, and I blushed hard. Telling him I had a date would ruin the mood for sure, right? Oh well, it didn’t matter. He didn’t own me, I could do what I wanted to do.

“I had a date.”

“Yeah, Sabrina told me. Was it nice?”

“What do you think?” I huffed out a laugh and he just stared, “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“So what was it then? He wasn’t interesting enough for a girl like you?”

“Not nearly,” I pondered for a moment, “And he was a bad kisser.”

I hoped my words would make him jealous but his face was unreadable. “Bad kisser, huh? How?”

“How?” my brows furrowed. Did he really expect me to explain it to him? In detail? That was mortifying but he just stared like he always did and clicked his tongue.

“How.”

“Well…” I tried so hard not to stumble over my words, and he noticed it, I knew he did. “It was… it was too fast, but too slow somehow too. Like he wanted to rush it but even then he couldn’t keep up.”

“Keep going,” he encouraged when I paused, and I sighed, plowing on.

“His mouth was cold. Kisses aren’t supposed to be cold, you know? And it was so wet…”

“Isn’t it supposed to be wet?”

“Not the way his was.”

He grunted, scanning me over again, stopping on my rosy cheeks. “You nervous?”

“N-no,” I stuttered out, feeling scrutinized under his gaze.

“You are.” He sounded… amused? “Guess Miss Heartbreaker finally met her match, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I agreed before I could help myself.

“You gonna sit beside me or you gonna keep standing there? Not that I mind…” His hands squeezed my hips, holding me tight right in front of him.

“I’ll sit,” I nodded once and he let me go, turning away from me, leaving me cold. I inhaled deeply before slipping onto the stool next to him, and Sabrina smirked at me from the other side.

“Here you go, hot stuff,” she handed me what I usually got, a Malinu pineapple, and Ghost snorted.

“I’d think a girl like you would drink the hard stuff.”

I rolled my eyes, “A girl like me drinks whatever the hell she wants. I happen to like it sweet.”

“Yeah?” he mumbled, and the timbre in his voice turned my cheeks red. God, I had to stop letting that happen, I was embarrassing myself. I was not the kind of girl to turn into soup! I needed to remember who I was and… and…

His hand landed on my thigh and my train of thought got lost there. Something about remembering something?!

“You two look cozy,” Sabrina mused, small smile playing about her lips as she winked at us. I just laughed, small and meek, focusing in on the small circles his gloved thumb was rubbing into my skin. Jesus, act cool, I kept reminding myself but to no avail. I was like a girl who’d never been touched or something, desperate and whiny. I wanted him bad and I could tell it was written all over my face by the way Sabrina smirked at me. “You want another one, Ghost?” she gestured to his empty glass. He gave her a small nod and she got to making it.

It was then I realized something. She’d been texting me for about half an hour before I finally responded. Did that mean… did he wait that long, not even knowing if I would show up at all? Not even knowing if I would answer her? My breath hitched once again.

He lifted his mask to his nose so he could take a small sip from his new glass, and I tried so hard not to stare but I couldn’t manage. I wanted any glimpse of the mystery I could get.

“You’re staring.”

“I’m curious.”

“You’re nosy.”

I rolled my eyes, leaning a little closer to him, “You ever gonna show me what you look like under there, Ghosty?”

“No,” his word was flat, with a sense of finality, and I pouted. “Nobody has seen what’s under here, love.”

“Sounds like a lonely existence.”

“Loneliness is part of the job,” he shrugged, taking another sip before putting the mask down. I couldn’t help but notice how much nicer his words sounded when I could see the his lips forming around them.

“Is that why you keep coming back to see me? I make it better?”

“You’re being cocky again.”

“Answer me anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s why,” he grunted, and he was telling the truth. I smirked for a second, feeling like I got part of my power back. “You distract me.”

“So I’m just a distraction, then, huh?”

“No, you’re also a pain.”

I laughed, and we fell into easy conversation. Well, as easy as it can get with him. Sabrina joined in at times, making her little comments about us as always.

“The bar is closing soon,” I sighed as I noticed the clock on the wall.

“Yeah.”

“Guess that means this is it, huh? You’ll go back and I won’t see you again for a while?”

“Guess so.” I tried to mask my disappointment with a smile but he saw right through it. “Unless you want to go somewhere else?”

“Like where?”

“Well… we could go sit on the beach for a while. I’ve done that a few times when I’ve been here.”

I smiled, feeling like I was getting a peek inside the hard exterior. “Let’s do it!”

And we did. We walked the few blocks it took to get there, my heels eventually killing my feet so I took them off. He grabbed them from my hand and carried them for me, leaving no room for debate, and in minutes we were on the sand. He found a bench for us to sit on, brushing the sand off of it for me.

“Thanks,” I hummed as I settled in, and he plopped down as gracefully as a man his size could beside me. He grunted in response, as usual.

“Nice night,” he commented after a moment of silence.

“A little cool,” I shrugged, rubbing my arms swiftly to warm myself up.

“I bet it is, in that dress.”

I rolled my eyes, “What’s wrong with my dress?”

“It’s just clear what your intentions for that date were before you realized he was a loser.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothing. I know you’ve been thinking about me. I know that wouldn’t have stopped you.”

My breath caught in my throat. What an absolute asshole.

“Who’s cocky now?” I huffed, “I have not been thinking about you.”

“Liar.”

My eyes shot up, “You’re the one who keeps coming back for more. I live here. I work here. I’m not choosing this, you are.”

“I never said I don’t think about you,” his voice was low. “I just said you think about me, and you’re trying real hard to deny it.”

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever.”

“Gotta keep that man eating reputation up, huh? You hate that I see right through you.”

“I didn’t come here to be criticized.”

“I’m not criticizing you.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Talking.”

I turned away from him, pulling my knees to my chest, exposing my ass to the world but I didn’t have a care to give. He slipped his jacket off, though, draping it over me, protecting my modesty and warming me up. It was the same one from the very first time I saw him. “Thank you.”

“Do you ever worry that all that teasing you do is gonna piss the wrong person off? Seems like it already has a time or two.”

“I’ve told you before, I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can, darlin’. Just wondering why you do it is all.”

“I don’t wanna be psychoanalyzed.”

“I’m not psychoanalyzing, I’m asking.”

I thought for a moment, “You know? I don’t have an answer for you.” He just stared. “You’ve got your secrets, and I’ve got mine.”

“I suppose that’s fair.”

“When you open up some, though, I’ll be happy to spill my guts about what daddy and mommy did to make me this way.”

He let out a light chuckle, and I loved the sound of it. The way it sounded like a secret because he so seldom let it out.

“One day a long time from now, we’ll make it a date.”

As his words settled in, I realized I couldn’t wait for that day to come.

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Cocaine Bear AU Pt 2

Part One

Because I am deranged okay here we go have some more. As always....blame the discord

Eddie was having a pretty shitty day. 

First he got woken up at two in the morning because his father got a tip off about a potential DEA bust and had to high tail it to their warehouse to move a shit ton of cargo. Then, their normal runner had to call out sick because of food poisoning, so Eddie had to make the drop instead. 

Now the plane he was in was about to crash. 

So, yeah, Eddie was having a pretty shitty day. 

“Please remind me why you had to try and do a barrel roll?!” Eddie shouted over the wind as he continued to toss duffle bags full of product out over the Indiana wilds. 

“I thought it would be fun!” Rick called back, still laughing his ass off even as the plane emergency lights began to blink rapidly, “You need to learn to live a little, Eddie.” 

“I’d like to live, period!” Eddie shouted back, kicking the final bag into the dark. The duffle bags were bright red with rainbow straps, impossible to miss, but innocuous enough that most people wouldn’t touch them. 

Hopefully. 

God, his dad was going to kill him if he lost this much cocaine. 

There was another bout of shaking as the plane took a mini-nose dive, and Eddie narrowly missed smacking his head against the open doorway, almost dropping his parachute as he did. 

“This is our final stop, ladies!” Rick screamed over the beeping alarms in front of him, “Thank you for flying Air Junkie!” 

Eddie rolled his eyes, strapping on the parachute and looking out into the inky black of the world below. He wasn’t exactly comfortable with heights per say. But it was a choice between jumping and potentially dying, or staying in the plane with Rick and definitely dying. 

Eddie jumped. 

It was better than any high he had ever had. Eddie was instantly awake, his heart racing at top speed as he hurtled towards the ground. He let out a primal scream, laughing deliriously as he pulled the ripcord and his stomach shot out of his ass from the force of the chute deploying. 

Damn, that hurt. 

Eddie pinched his face in agony as his hands reached up, scrambling to find the stabilizers to course correct his landing. It wasn’t exactly ideal to have the plane crash, but things could be worse. All of the cargo was safe… well, as safe as possible. Eddie would have it back in his hands in no time, and his father wouldn’t need to know about any of it until he was safely across the border. 

Hell, maybe he could even spin this in his favor. With the plane downed and Rick dead, the feds would probably think all of the drugs burned up in the fire too. Problem solved. It was all going to work out just fine. 

His hand finally grasped the stabilizer, and it promptly tore off of the cheap ass parachute he was wearing, leaving him no way to steer. 

“Oh, fuck me,” Eddie swore, throwing it down to the earth below and holding onto the cords for dear life, closing his eyes as the wind began to whip him around. There were a few wild moments of blind panic as his body was jerked around, but by the time the first trees touched the tips of his toes, Eddie was passed out cold. 

—————————

As Eddie slowly began to drift towards consciousness, a few pressing things made themselves known. 

One- He was still alive. Somehow. 

Two- He was shirtless and every single part of his body hurt. 

Three- There was something poking his cheek. 

“Dustin, stop that,” a male voice said from above Eddie’s head, and whatever was poking him stopped. Eddie kept his eyes shut, staying limp as he listened. 

“Are you sure he’s not dead?” A younger boy, presumably ‘Dustin,’ asked. 

“He has a pulse still.” The first man replied, and Eddie felt something being wrapped around one of his forearms. “I have no idea how, but he barely seems that hurt.”

“And remind me why we didn’t just call the cops?” A girl’s voice piped up from somewhere by his feet. 

Uh oh, someone used the C word, Eddie thought deliriously, pulling away from the man touching him and faking like he was just waking up. If the police somehow miraculously hadn’t already been called, then he wanted to keep it that way. 

“Holy shit!” ‘Dustin’ squawked, and when Eddie opened one eye he caught a glimpse of a curly haired nerdy-looking kid stepping away from him. 

“Jar,” the man said as if it was a reflex. Eddie opened his other eye, staring up in shock as a veritable Adonis looked back down at him with a soft smile. 

“Good morning.” He murmured, his voice soft and sweet. The man had honey brown eyes and a strong jawline, the exact kind Eddie would love to nibble on. 

“Hey guys! The dead dude’s awake!” A boy with long hair screeched at the top of his lungs, the complete antithesis of the man’s tone. The girl, a little spitfire with box braids and a look on her face, rolled her eyes, and Dustin bounced over to her side, all three staring at Eddie like he was an exhibit in a zoo. 

How many kids did this guy have?!

“Mike, he’s not-” The man cut himself off with a sigh as all three kids bolted out of the room, completely ignoring him. He raised a hand to his temple, shaking his head. “Sorry about them. They’re harmless, but they are teenagers.”

“The horror,” Eddie answered dryly, sitting up slowly and wincing as he did, looking down at his body and taking stock. He was ripped to high hell, cuts and slashes all over his chest and a pulsing pain beating alongside his heart, but he was alive, and that was enough for right now. 

“Thanks for patching me up…”

“Steve. Steve Harrington.” ‘Steve’ said, filling the gap and holding his hand out to Eddie to shake. 

“Eddie.” He replied, purposefully sidestepping the last name reply by adding a question. “Where exactly am I?”

“My house. I would’ve taken you to the hospital, but Hawkins General just went belly up due to budget cuts, and I was worried you wouldn’t make it if I had to take you all the way to Mercy.” Steve explained, stepping back and putting his hands on his hips. “You know, you’re really lucky you aren’t more hurt. What exactly were you doing?”

“Oh you know, the usual.” Eddie said evasively, trying and failing to stretch. “What’s my prognosis then, doc? ‘Cause I have things I gotta get to.”

Namely like finding all of the product that had fallen into the woods before anyone else did. 

“I’m not a- Hey! Woah! Hold up, you can’t go anywhere.” Steve snapped, pushing Eddie down as he tried to stand, mindful of the places he was bandaged up. 

“I found you hanging from a parachute in a tree. You have two broken ribs, a definite concussion, a shit ton of lacerations, and possibly a broken ankle. There’s no way I can let you just walk off.” Steve stated, looking ready to fight Eddie if he had to. 

Goddamn good samaritans and their stubborn little bleeding hearts. 

“Pretty sure you have to, otherwise it’s kidnapping.” Eddie joked, looking around the room for his shirt and shoes. Hopefully he could sweet talk his way out of his mess like he usually did, but if not, he was going to need to be able to run. 

But before either of them could argue anymore, an explosion of children burst into the room. 

Eddie couldn’t even count the number of little people who were pushing their faces close to him, poking and prodding him where they could and all yelling over each other in an effort to be heard. 

“GUYS!” Steve roared above the melee, dragging them all out by their collars. “Out!”

“But we wanna-“ One of the kids protested from the doorway. 

“Out!” Steve insisted, shoving the door shut, making sure no little fingers got caught as he did. He let his entire body fall against the door, running a hand through his hair haggardly and groaning. 

“Look, what’s so important that you can’t wait?” Steve asked, glaring at Eddie. 

About 10 million dollars worth of cocaine stashed in three fucking duffle bags somewhere in the woods, Eddie thought, biting his tongue so he didn’t accidentally say something stupid like that. 

“Stuff.” 

“Well your ‘stuff’ has gotta wait until at least tomorrow. It’s gonna get dark soon.” Steve stated, crossing his arms. 

“No can do, doc,” Eddie replied, standing up. “See? Totally fine,”

Then he tried to take a step and his injured ankle immediately gave out. He would’ve fallen flat on his ass, but there were two extremely strong, very muscular arms holding him up, and a beautiful but unimpressed face only inches from him. 

“I’m not a doctor,” Steve deadpanned, helping Eddie to sit on the edge of the bed and kneeling down to check the splint around his ankle. “I’m an EMT- or I’m studying to be one anyway.” 

“Regardless of your qualifications, Sweetheart, I gotta be on my way.” Eddie gasped, trying to ignore the pain making his stomach twist up into knots. 

“No.”

Seriously. Seriously. Of course Eddie had to be found by the single person on Earth who would not take him to the hospital, but also not just abandon him the second he could. 

“Look, Harrington, was it?” Eddie asked rhetorically, starting to get frustrated by the good guy act. “I’m not-“

“Why don’t we just go with him?” A voice behind Steve asked. 

What?!

“Erica!” Steve snapped. “We’re not going out into the woods with a complete stranger!” 

“You have something you’re looking for in the woods right?” One of the other girls asked, pointing to Eddie. He nodded and she shrugged. “You were gonna take us on a hike anyway, Steve, so let’s just go with Dead Guy.”

“My name is Eddie.” He interjected stubbornly. He wasn’t dead yet. 

“Eddie.” The girl with the red hair amended. “You’re not dead. Steve’s happy. We get to get some fresh air. Everybody wins.”

“Complete stranger.” Steve repeated, looking completely done with the situation. “We should just call the park rangers to find your stuff…”

“No!” Eddie blurted out, grabbing Steve’s arm and holding it in a death grip. 

The last thing he needed was cops. This was already enough of a clusterfuck as it was. Steve paused, looking first at the hand on his arm, then at Eddie’s frantic eyes. 

“You’re that set on going?” Steve asked. Eddie nodded tightly, and Steve sighed, gently pulling out of Eddie’s grasp and holding out his hand. “Fine. But only for a few hours. If you can’t find what you’re looking for by sunset, we’re coming back here and calling the rangers.” 

That could work. All he had to do was give Steve and these kids the slip and he was home free. 

This could work. 

This had to work. 

“Deal,” Eddie said, doom pressing down on his shoulders. 

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[cluuny]

“Why do you talk to me?”

Joe didn’t move from where they were splayed out on the roof of the hotel, their brown hair fanning out, snow dancing on their breath. Their glasses were gathering snow as well, but they made no move to wipe them. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh, don’t pull that, you know why,” Symmetry snapped, then winced at her own tone. “You’re… you’re friends with… her.”

“And?”

“You can’t be friends with her and me.”

“Why not?”

Symmetry let out a frustrated hiss. “Don’t pull this on me.”

Joe’s head finally turned slightly, their eyes landing softly on Symmetry’s. “I haven’t a clue what you mean.”

She bit back an irritated howl, turning away instead, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them. “You’re infuriating.”

“I’m sorry,” Joe said, simply, honestly. “Is there any way I could help?”

“Just… tell me,” She finally said, weakly. “Why do you talk to me?”

There was a pause, where they both lay there in silence, before she heard snow crunch, and Joe sat up. She still didn’t look at him, just glared at the complex below.

“Because you’re incredible,” Joe said. “Because you’re kind, and sweet, and I like you a lot. When I told my wife, Cleo, about you, they said… well… they said I should probably do something instead of just watching from a distance, but to be honest, I’m not sure I’d be able to stay away if I wanted to.”

Symmetry sucked in a breath, gripping her legs in her frigid fingers. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I snuck onto this complex to see what evils were being kept at bay, and instead I found the kindest, most wonderful, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” Joe reached out, their freezing fingers brushing Symmetry’s cheek ever so softly as they brushed aside some of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. For a second, her eyes fluttered shut, and then the moment was gone. “You’re a miracle, Symmetry.”

“I’m not her, though.”

“Oh, I am very aware.”

She finally turned her head to look at them, and oh, what a sight. Their cheeks were flushed with cold, their mustache getting in their mouth, their hair slicked to their forehead. Snowflakes dotted their collar and shoulders and cheeks and- and lips, and she found her gaze lingering on those for just a bit too long.

Because, here’s the thing. Joe was beyond amazing. Joe was kind and sweet and the first person to recognize Symmetry as her own person, beyond her… sister? Beyond the other one. (God, it was ironic that the one named False was the real one.) But more than that, Joe was beautiful. Simple as that, they were stunning to look at.

She was ripped from that thought when Joe giggled, and abruptly she realized her eyes had been on their lips that whole time. She jolted, snapping her head to the side, staring at the horizon instead, her face flooding with an embarrassed heat.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh,” Joe said, sheepishly. “... Symmetry?”

“I should go,” She said, in almost a whisper. “I'm sorry.”

“No, don't,” They plead. “I'm sorry, please stay.”

She sighs, pressing the heels of her palms to her eyes. “I… I can't.”

“Please?”

She turned to look at them again, and was taken aback by the look on their face, a look she wasn't sure she'd ever seen directed at her. They looked at her like she was everything, like a blind man seeing light, like a castaway finding land, like a starving man getting food.

They looked at her like they needed her.

She surged forward, almost as if possessed, all sense leaving her as she wrapped her arms around their neck and pressed her lips to theirs. The two of them collapsed backwards into the snow, but she didn't feel the cold.

For a moment, their lips moved against each other, closed, before Joe gently parted their lips, and she gladly took the invitation and slipped her tongue into their mouth.

They tasted like tea and honey, and she never wanted to taste anything again.

Their hand slid up, settling on her cheek, pulling her hair out of her eyes gently, and she pulled back for air, leaving them both panting.

Joe's pupils were blown wide, their lips parted, their cheeks flushed. They looked beyond incredible. And judging from the look on their face, they didn't mind how she looked either.

She leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss to their cheek, before returning to their lips. They kissed so gently, and it made her want to sink her teeth in and devour them, to make them beg and whine and plead.

Before she got the chance though, she heard footsteps on the snow below. She jolted back, keeping low to the roof, one hand coming up to cover her mouth, the other staying firm on Joe's cheek. Slowly, she leaned over the edge, watching as Renbob slowly trailed her way down the path to the conference hall, her tail swishing absently behind her.

It was almost time for their afternoon session, she realized with a wince.

She turned back to Joe, and was almost surprised to see them staring at her, pupils still wide, lips swollen and red, and for a second, she amused the idea of just staying here, kissing them until the sun rose again, just existing like that forever.

But then she stopped, and took a deep breath of the freezing air, and rubbed her eyes, and sat up.

“I have to go,” She said, tiredly. “I’m sorry.”

“Will I-” Joe took a breath, although when they spoke again, they sounded no less breathless. “Will I see you tonight?”

“I don’t know,” She said, truthfully. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I just… you’re married-”

“-She doesn’t mind-”

“- And I’m in villain rehab.” She finished.

“I don’t mind. Once you get out, I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Joe, you don’t get it,” She sighed. “I’m not getting out. I don’t know what they told you, but there’s no graduation. There’s no getting better. Me and the others… we’re monsters. That’s what we are. That’s not going to change.”

Joe gazed at her, their eyes so wide and trusting. “You’re not a monster, Symmetry.”

She scoffed. “I have to go.”

“Okay,” They said. “I love you.”

She froze, before she let out a shaky breath. “I… Thank you.”

“Of course,” They smiled. “Any time.”

She whirled around, marching to the fire escape, climbing down as fast as she could without appearing to be in a panic.

EX and Hels were waiting at the bottom of the ladder, and Hels raised a single curious eyebrow, but didn’t say anything as she jogged to catch up to them.

“You look miserable,” EX said, frowning. “Where are your gloves?”

“Wh-” She jolted. “Ah, shit, I must’ve left them up there.”

“Well, you don’t have time to get them now,” Hels snapped. “Come on.”

As they walked off, Symmetry took a second to glance over her shoulder, squinting up against the snow.

She didn’t see anything against the dark sky, but somehow she could feel Joe’s eyes on her, could sense their wave, and she felt her shoulders relax, ever so slightly.

Oh, she was doomed, wasn’t she?

#evil twin therapy au #kenan's writing #ettau joemetry #ettau joe #ettau symmetry

[mrsabednadir]

Naked and Famous, Pt.1

A/N: HEYOOOOOO it's been a while. This has been my go-to sleep scenario for my beautiful little buttercup Charlie Kelly. Hope you enjoy

WC: 799

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4:30 PM

On a Saturday

Philadelphia, PA.

.

What the hell is a “Naked and Famous?!”

The guy sitting on the stool across from me just stares expectantly, though kindly. Pretty sure he can tell I’m very, very new to this. And, of course, there’s no one else tending bar.

Dennis and Mac are engrossed in a vicious game of pool: Mac had desperately tried to convince him to play for clothes, though thankfully, they settled on bragging rights. I know better than to interrupt their time together. Charlie’s probably huffing God-knows-what in the back office. Poor thing. Dee and Frank are out, either looking for a mark or bleeding one dry. I think I heard the words “flammable,” “that yellow tape they put up at crime scenes,” and “orphans.”  – Good luck, kids.

“You son of a bitch!” Dennis shouts over Mac’s carefree karate victory dance. 

Christ. Do these people remember that this is an actual business? With customers?

Oh shit. The customer.

“I'm gonna be real with you. I have no idea what that is, but let me go check on the computer in the back,” I offer, shooing away his insisting that just a beer would suffice. “Gimme one sec.”

Maybe I’ve only been working for half an hour, but I deserve a break, anyways. I walk to the PRIVATE door, past the pile of dirty glasses I knew I’d have to clean because no one else would, and the on-taps dripping pitifully, begging me to change their kegs. 

One, two, three knocks on the door earns me a haggard “Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” I respond, thankful that Charlie hasn’t passed out yet. 

Several seconds pass before I hear anything. Maybe I shouldn’t have come to the still-conscious conclusion so quickly. Just as I’m about to knock again –

“Come on in,” he drawls, with all the effort made to unsuccessfully hide his slurred speech.

As I enter the small room, walls painted a nauseating two-toned egg yolk yellow and throw-up green, I pull up a chair next to Charlie at the desk. He smiles, excitedly yet weakly, as I walk in. 

Scruffy, simple, and sweet. Just how I like them. Honestly, if he cleaned himself up, I’d jump his bones.

“ ‘Sup?” he asks, hands neatly folded in his lap.

“ ‘Sup to you. You look sick, Charlie.”

“W..what do you mean? I feel…fine.” His eyes are struggling to stay focused and open. There’s an open can of paint thinner at his side, its sides violently dented from attempts to squeeze out that last bit of escape.

“I mean that you’re super sweaty, and you look super pale and shit. Are you sure you’re alright, dude?”

“Never better,” he grins. It looks genuine, thankfully. “Whatcha need?”

“Customer came in asking for a ‘Naked and Famous’ – what the hell is that, right? – so I’m gonna borrow the computer to search it up,” I explain, pulling the keyboard closer to me and leaning over him slightly to look at the monitor. Maybe I’m a bit too close for comfort, but I hope he’s picking up what I’m putting down.

“Oh, cool,” he replies. Then – “Wait, wait, wait!”

4,300,000 results for “GANGBANG.” 

Oh fuck.

Ohhhhh fuck. 

Neither of us say anything, but both of us understand. 

A loading sign finally finishes its job, slow and laborious, thanks to the bar’s lack of its own WiFi and Frank’s solution to siphon it from the place next door – as he once explained, “it’s a free country, bitch.” 

A pretty lady appears on the screen, and she looks very pleased. 

Well, at least he muted it.

I try to say something, anything. “I, uh….Jesus. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…intrude. Um, I’m gonna go. Yep, gotta go, gotta go,” I blurt as I rush for the sweet escape of literally-anywhere-else-but-here. The whole time, Charlie’s gotten waaaayyyyy paler and much more silent. I slam the door shut and pause for a few moments to regain my composure, like I didn’t just see my boss in the middle of getting his rocks off. 

As I make my way back to the already-unsettled customer, a scream erupts from the back office. Damn, that kid’s got pipes – birds scattering, Earth and wine glass shattering. Really, if I wasn’t an active participant in this, it would be funny. Mac and Dennis look up – both of them now have their shirts popped off – then to me. The deer-in-headlights look across my face is enough for them, I guess, as they reluctantly shrug their shirts on (leaving them unbuttoned) and enter the office.

Before the customer can ask any questions, I fill a glass with whatever – it’ll get him drunk all the same – and hand it to him, shakily. A little bit spills out, but we both couldn’t care less. 

He nods in appreciation, and in understanding.  At least someone here gets me.

#iasip #charlie kelly #always sunny #dennis reynolds #iasip mac #charlie kelly x reader #charlie kelly fic #WHAT TAGS AM I SUPPOSED TO USE WTF #birdiewrites

[seidenbros]

Hello you lovely people. 💚 I can't believe that there's really 1.5 k of you following me and I feel so honoured and blessed because I got to meet so many wonderful people. Of course, something like that calls for a celebration. The celebration will run until February 5th 2023 because that's my birthday, and I think that's a good date to stop that. Instead of writing myself, I'm going to give you a list of prompts (SFW, NSFW and scenarios). Just send me an ask telling my which prompt you want to do (you can combine them AND they can be done by multiple people) and which pairing you want to write it for (The Witcher and Stranger Things, any pairing you want). I'll read all of them, reblog them, and compile a list at the end to get them all together. When you post it, please tag me and tag it with #staffis 1.5 k celebration Among all those who reblog this post and who help spread the word, I will give away five sets (maybe more, we'll see) of stickers, and among those who write for this, I will give away 3 handpainted bags with the Hellfire Club Logo and little Eddie on the other side.

Gonna put the prompts below the cut, because otherwise, it wil probably be way too long. If you have any questions, my askbox is open. This is a way to celebrate, as well as spreading some love for other writers 💚💚

Lyric Prompts

“Every time that we meet I skip a heartbeat.” (Heartbeat - Scouting for Girls)

“I will always be right here to hold your hand.” (The Little Things - Keywest)

“Cause I need you so much, I can’t lose you.” (Hole in My Heart - Luke Friend)

“I’m not perfect, but I keep trying!” (Perfect - Hedley)

“Sometimes you make me a better person, sometimes you bring out the worst.” (Little Too Much - Natasha Beddingfield)

“If you wanna fight, I’ll stand right beside you!” (The Heart Never Lies - McFly)

“You have stolen my heart.” (Stolen - Dashboard Confessional)

“Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse.” (Swing Life Away - Rise Against)

“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear.” (Patience- Guns n’  Roses)

“I love you till the end of time. Come what may!” (Come What May - Moulin Rouge OST)

“For the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known.” (Battle Cries - The Amazing Devil)

“Baby, you’re all that I need.” (Bed of Roses - Bon Jovi)

“I know there’s someone out there feeling just like I feel.” (Handwritten - The Gaslight Anthem)

“You’re the only one I see, love, and that’s the one thing that won’t change.” (Never Stop - SafetySuit)

“I love her because she moves in her own way.” (She Moves in Her Own Way - The Kooks)

“Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.” (Thunder - Boys Like Girls)

“I know it’s late, but I had to get out and… somehow I ended up at your door.”

SFW Prompts

“Of course I came for you. I will always be there for you, no matter what!”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Where does all the blood come from? Are you hurt? Wait… This isn’t your blood!”

“Oh God, what on earth have you done now?”

“I am so in love with you and it hurts like hell that you don’t even notice!”

“I hate to ask this of you, but can you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“You have no idea how much I want to choke you right now!” “Ohh kinky.” “Not like that!”

“You know, a hug can be like medicine and make some of the pain go away. Wanna try?”

“Will you please, please just kiss me now?”

“I’ll kick his ass, if you want me to. No problem at all!”

“Is it okay, if we just lie down and watch a movie? I’m not feeling so good.”

“The frosting goes on the cupcakes! You’re not supposed to eat it just like that!”

“I just want to be alone, is that so hard to understand?”

“It breaks my heart to see you like this!”

“Even after everything we’ve been through, I’d still choose you. I will always choose you!”

“Scoot over, I’m gonna get in bed with you. You need some cuddles.”

“It’s alright! It was just a dream, you’re safe here. Tell me all about it so I can fix it, hm?”

“I know it’s not the best, but-” “I love it!”

“I really wish I was enough for you, but that’s never gonna happen.”

“Well then, who do you like?” “Oh, maybe the person I talk to all the time, the person I talk to every fucking day!” “You talk to me every day.” “Yeah…” “Oh!”

NSFW Prompts

“How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”

“Will you stop talking, or do I have to make you shut up?”

“Don’t hide from me. Let me see you!”

“I need to feel you… Now!”

“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”

“Are you gonna be a good girl/boy for me?”

“Care to elaborate why you are going through my drawer and what you’re planning to do with that vibrator?”

“Now, now, don’t play shy now. Let me hear you!”

“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”

“Stop wiggling around, I’m trying to sleep! Wait… what’s tha… oh!”

“Fuck… just… right there! That feels so good!”

“Feel what you’re doing to me? That’s all because of you!”

“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

“I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”

“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

“We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”

“You tell me to stop teasing you, yet you moan all the time.”

“When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view.”

“I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked. So can we move that to the bedroom?”

“Can I watch you?”

Scenarios

A is talking on the phone to someone, while B comes up behind A and successfully distracts A with kisses to the neck, making A end the call early.

Baking together for the first time, which ends with flour and other ingredients where they don’t belong, and lots of laughter.

Lying in each others arms after having sex, while A finally confesses their feelings, and B falls asleep before they can even hear it.

Tracing your fingers over your lover’s freckles or even connecting them with a pen while they are asleep.

Sitting in silence watching the stars, hands inching closer, until they finally interlace their fingers, smiling to themselves.

Giving your crush your scarf and your gloves in cold weather, because you want to keep them warm.

Waking up to your lover pressed against your back, already awake, but they don’t want to get up just yet.

Coming home to find your lover made a pillow fort, ordered pizza and already got a movie set up for you to watch in that fort.

Going to a family wedding with your best friend, who you introduced as you boy-/girlfriend so that your family doesn’t try to set you up with someone - that means you’ll also share a bed for the night.

Coming home to smoke in the kitchen, because your lover wanted to make a cake for you, but is an absolute disaster in the kitchen.

Teaching your crush how to dance, because they want to know the basics for an event, which ends in lots of body contact, beating hearts, and an invitation to be their date for said event.

Being on the phone with your lover and they tell you “I love you” for the first time before hanging up, which makes for a very interesting next meeting.

Being at a loss for words, not able to express how you feel, so you just pull the other one close and kiss them instead. Actions speak louder than words.

Making it through a family dinner or some other event to come home and help each other out of these clothes. Unzipping a dress, unbuttoning a shirt with lots of soft touches and kisses that turn carnal at one point.

You come home drunk from a party, and your partner takes care of you, makes sure you get to bed safe, have enough water, and you tell them that you appreciate it, but there’s this wonderful person, who already has your heart, so you have to behave.

Going for a drive in the middle of the night, because you both can’t sleep, listening to your favourite songs and singing along, trying to be louder than the other one.

Surprising your loved one with recreating your first date, asking them if they remember all of that.

Scars tell the story of where we’ve been, they are a part of us, and you show that to your loved one with kissing all of their scars.

Gonna tag some mutuals who might enjoy this 💚 @thefreakandthehair @indouloureux @magnoliabutters @jadeylovesmarvelxo @sweetpeapod @ethereal27cereal @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @latenitewolves @amzngdevil @luteandsword @tellhound @jesskier @writingmysanity @dancingwiththefae @wren-of-the-woods @flowercrown-bard @kodiakwhiskey @open--till--midnight

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #the witcher #the witcher fanfic #jaskier x reader #geralt x reader #geraskier #yenralt #yenskier #geraskefer #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #staffis 1.5 k celebration

[3terna15unshin3]

Then Because She Goes

Cry, I will love you, love you, love you

★ Chapter 13 of 15, 3498 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: angst, descriptions of grief and depression

<< 12

18 September, 2019

Matty was right. Everything was okay. Until it wasn’t, and Este got the call.

She dropped everything to catch a plane to London. A train would be too slow. She had to be with her family. The two weeks she spent there felt like some of the longest weeks of her life.

There wasn’t a moment that the universe let her mind rest—it was a constant buzz of anger, sadness, release. She was mad that bad things happened to good people. Sad that there was so little time left. And eventually, two Mondays later, it happened. Este thought that when it did, her emotions would peak and then she’d be on the comedown—slowly, she guessed. But it wasn’t. Every day felt like the worst of what was to come. And the worst kept coming.

The clothes draped on her body remained the same for too long. Even their musty stench that grew as time passed couldn’t inspire her to change, so Cate had to force her out of them. She’d been helpful through those horrid weeks, constantly checking up on her best friend, even coming down to London a couple of times to take Este’s mind off of things and attempt to bring her back down to earth.

Two days after the dreaded Monday, they came back home to Manchester to grab some more of their things. Enough to last them through the weekend and however long Este felt she would need to stay. Work was a worry, but it didn’t matter to her as much as it probably should have.

After helping her flatmate pack another bag and essentially petting her head to sleep, Cate considered how intensely Este’s life had been put on hold to make room for her grief. There was no time to make new memories when she was all consumed with trying to cling to the ones with Florencia. Este was terrified of the reality that one day she’d struggle to remember them as brightly as they once were.

Cate thought about the increasing number displayed in the red notification bubble at the corner of her Messages app, and the people waiting to hear from her. The plans Este must have had, and their inevitable rain-checks. That’s when Matty came to mind. She decided that sending him a text would aid in planning their accommodations back in London, in case of some small chance that he’d have time to be there for the rites.

Matty Healy (famous)

Yesterday at 20:50 PM

hey. i thought i’d let you know that the funeral is on saturday morning. wasn’t sure if este invited you out but i know she’d want you there

i also have no idea where in the world you even are rn

so if you can’t make it then don’t worry

Today at 06:04 AM

Funeral????

I haven’t heard from her since this past Saturday

What’s going on

oh my god. she didn’t tell you

i’m so sorry you had to find out this way and that it isn’t coming from este but her nan passed away on monday.

Shit

I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry

Can I ask what happened?

she’s been in remission for a couple of years, but in mid august ish she got super sick again. everything happened really fast and there weren’t any treatment options.

so at the beginning of september este went down to stay with josé in the house. the whole family went. they at least got to be with each other for her last couple of weeks

Is she still there in London or are u guys in Manchester

she just arrived back to the flat to pick up more of her stuff and figure out her leave from work and stuff with sam

we’re staying the night but heading back tomorrow. wake is on friday morning and the funeral the next day

Was just trying to figure out if somehow I could make it but I’m in Auckland

Would take days on a plane and we have a bunch of Australian shows coming up

I don’t think theres a way

it’s ok matty. she’ll understand

sorry for loading this all on you out of nowhere

No, thank you for telling me

Please let me know if there’s something I can do. Even from all the way out here

Anything

Today at 11:29 AM

i will

but also, just as a heads up, este really is not in a good place. she’s in good hands, so you dont have to worry or anything, but maybe just wait for her to reach out first before saying anything. hopefully you can understand why i ask that of you

hope your shows in australia go well x

Of course I understand x

Thank you Cate

Matty’s heart broke for Este and her family when he read the texts sitting in his notifications after his long plane journey out to New Zealand. In the car ride over to the hotel, Hann took note of how unusually his mouth was pressed into a flat line as he furiously typed away on his phone, eventually asking him what was up.

“Cate’s just told me that Este’s nan just passed.” he explained, “She was just super vague at the start about a funeral and I haven’t heard from Este at all, so I panicked,”

“Did you think she was inviting you to Este’s funeral?”

“Dunno, really. ‘Funeral’ is just a scary word.” Matty continued typing as Cate’s responses came through.

“Shit. Sorry, mate.” said George, giving his condolences. “How old was she?”

“75. Cate’s saying it was cancer.” As he read more texts, the further it was explained.

“The nan with the gallbladder?” Ross asked, a contained amusement sitting on his face as he brought up the story he shared when the guys had first met Este and Cate.

Matty threw him a grimace. “Yes, Ross. I’m sure she had a gallbladder. But if you mean the one who was my nurse after I got mine removed, then also yes.” Despite how inappropriate his joke seemed, Matty was glad the mood lifted when it gained a couple bittersweet chuckles from the rest of the guys. “Este never told me about any of it, so I’m just a bit shocked,”

He’d been frozen with grief before, so he didn’t blame her for not saying anything. Letting her heal was necessary—and his feelings couldn’t matter less in this situation. Plus, the idea of sending a message was too scary. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, or want to overstep. So Cate suggesting he let Este come to him first helped him with the internal dilemma.

She almost regretted reaching out to Matty after discovering that Este hadn’t told him about Florencia. It felt like crossing a boundary; like something that should have been shared on her accord instead of by her best friend over text. To clear her conscience, Cate confessed what she had done as they sat on the train back to London the next day.

“Hey,” she started, to break the silence and grab Este’s attention. Her sad eyes looked up to acknowledge the conversation and her curious eyebrows raised.

“Yesterday I was thinking about where I’d be staying this weekend and if there would be enough room at your grandparents’ house. Which I know you said there would be—but it just had me thinking about everyone who may need accommodations for coming in from out of town—and I thought of Matty. Which in retrospect, was stupid in the first place, since his literal house is in London. Impulsively I just sent him a text without even asking you first, and I feel really guilty for intruding, especially since he let me know that you hadn’t told him or anything. So I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking in the moment, I just—“

A reassuring and gentle hand was felt on Cate’s forearm. It was Este’s, as if to say, ‘It’s okay’. She gave a soft smile and Cate showed one similarly, still holding her breath from the anticipation of what reaction the fact she revealed may conjure.

All she did was swipe away Cate’s auburn hair before leaning her head on her shoulder—where the hair once sat—so that the weight wouldn’t pull on it, sighing quietly. Este didn’t feel strongly about anything at that moment, letting the clunky sounds of the train and the presence of her best friend envelop her numbness.

It wasn’t an active decision to keep Matty uninformed. It was probably due to her refusing to believe it would ever come to the point of relevance. That if she didn’t admit that Florencia was sick again, then the gut-wrenching inevitability couldn’t be real life. And once it was—as much as Este craved the comfort she knew he’d provide her—she couldn’t be rational. It was an all-consuming paralysis.

The air in the house was heavy. Endless paperwork screamed for attention from the dining room table, so her parents and granddad were busy dealing with that; not saying much to the two girls as they entered. A touch on the small of Este’s back was given by José, who didn’t usually use his words to show his love for her anyway. The warmth from where his hand brushed against her lingered for a couple of long seconds.

Before Cate and Este reached the spare room they’d be sharing for the weekend, her mother stopped them.

“You should look at the flowers on the counter, E. They’re beautiful.” said Percy.

Setting her bags down, Este agreed and stepped back out to the kitchen. The bouquet that came into her view was huge. They had received flowers from a couple of people since Monday, mostly dainty and affordable and easy to look at. But this one took her by surprise; its full shape made up of the most colourful foliage she could imagine. Her Lola would have loved it.

You could sense Florencia’s kookiness from the loud and maximalist decor throughout her house. Este acquired the hoarding habits from her. She could recall a couple of times her nan commented on how boring she found pre-made bunches from the supermarket, and how she wished she could combine every different type of bouquet to have one that actually interested her. If someone told Este that her grandmother picked the flowers sitting on the counter in front of her, she’d believe them.

“Wow, they are beautiful.” She mumbled, about to ask her family if they knew who had sent them.

But, a note card stuck out of the top. Este flipped it open.

‘For Este-

Life is just as precious and beautiful as it is unfair. I am so sorry it has been unfair to you. I feel both lucky to have even briefly known Florencia, and also terrible that I can’t be there to support you. Thinking of your family always.

All my love

Matty x’

Her shaky hand grabbed the card and slipped it into the pocket of her sweats for safekeeping—her question now answered. One day she would be able to accept how thoughtful his words were, and even send him a message to say thank you. But that day wasn’t today.

-

23 September, 2019

Sam knew he had to hire another employee at Greenhouse to make up for Este’s absences.

Over the years, there had been many occasions where time off was needed by either her or Oliver or even the owner himself; so there were a few solutions they’d usually jump to. A couple of close friends of the store had been kept on the store’s payroll to jump in when needed. But, Sam had a feeling that he’d be in need of something more. Meeting Este when she was a mere nineteen years old, he was aware of the tightly knit family she possessed—and he had never seen her in the state she was in now. This was clearly world-shifting for her.

She tried to insist on coming back to work that Monday morning, only a week to the day of her grandmother’s passing. Sam could hear the quiet quiver in her voice when they spoke on the phone, already in the process of sorting through CVs and inviting potential hires for interviews. Not with the intent to replace Este, but to ensure she could take the full time she needed off without the pressure of letting the business down. Of course, he refused to make her travel all the way back to Manchester and firmly encouraged her to stay with her family for as long as she wished to.

So, Este stayed in London—for much longer than she expected to. Weeks went by and she was still there. Her mum and dad were forced to leave not long after the weekend of the funeral; on account of some dodgy conversation with their bosses about time off. It didn’t feel right to leave José alone in the house. Este felt his sorrow through their silence. They slept under the same roof every night, both shutting their eyes to be able to see the sparkling memories of Florencia that were painted on the inside of their eyelids.

She did a lot of sleeping, for that very reason. And randomly got really good at Scrabble. Her and her granddad had played a couple of times which sparked her interest, but it soon spiralled into Este playing against computers through an app on her phone for most hours of the day. She thought to herself, After this game I’ll get up and do something else. But she never got up and she never did anything else.

Her vocabulary expanded. Este even considered ordering a Scrabble dictionary off of Amazon. She paid for Prime, so it could even come tomorrow. It’s okay, she reassured, It’ll wear off. I won’t sit here and play Scrabble until the end of time.

But what if I do? she feared.

-

Percy came to visit quite frequently. To both make sure her father and daughter were holding up, all alone in London, and to feel closer to Florencia. The house still smelled like her. Sometimes, she’d have to remind Este to go out and buy groceries after seeing that they were running low; or convince José to pay his bills on time. He had a hard time remembering what day it was.

She brought Dano with her whenever she was over. It helped spike Este’s mood, though temporarily. Her voice would reach its excited high pitch when she heard his paws tap on the hardwood floor and shower him in the only love she had left in her.

Este liked letting her family’s golden retriever up onto her bed, even though the fur that he left behind sometimes made her sneeze in the middle of the night. She liked how warm he was and that the in-and-out of his breathing helped punctuate her thoughts.

One night, she took a break from resting her face against him and gave Cate a call. She was nice enough to come back from Manchester a couple of times to bring more of Este’s belongings from their flat, helping to make the spare room feel more like her own. Cate saw her grief for what it was and gave Este the rigidity that others were scared to. The words she had trouble saying to herself felt easier to believe when her best friend was on the receiving line. Gently petting Dano’s coat, her voice escaped with a tremble.

She talked about how after seeing a trailer for a film called The Farewell (that was coincidentally about a sick grandmother) on the telly a couple of days ago, she hadn’t turned it on since. How she thought rereading Little Women might comfort her, but then she reached the part where Beth dies and couldn’t finish it. How she dreamt of her Lola every night.

But alas, the ponderous energy of the air around her lifted slightly. And when Cate hung up, after both girls lost track of time and realised the late hour, Este leaned back down onto Dano like he was her pillow, surprised to find his fur all wet with her tears.

-

29 October, 2019

Following the release of the third single for Notes On A Conditional Form, Frail State of Mind, Matty and the rest of the band had a couple of weeks off before playing Pitchfork Music Festival in Paris. Though they were still busy writing, the time away from performing left Matty thinking about Este more often. Sure, he was sort of always thinking of her; but it felt elevated during their first long break since he’d last heard from her.

He had sent a couple of texts to Cate to make sure she was alright, but never felt entitled to know more than just that. So, he was shocked to see messages waiting for him, from Este. The sheer anticipation made his thumb shake as it clicked to open it.

E ★

Today at 18:11 PM

I know this is more than a month overdue, but thank you for the flowers and sweet message. They were the most beautiful we’d received. The whole family loved them, and I’m sure my nan would have too

Pls don’t feel bad about not coming in for the funeral. I remembered that you’d be too far and that’s ok. It’s me that should be sorry for not letting u know what was going on. You deserved to know. But I’d be lying if I said i was doing better. Things are still really hard

I hope u can believe me when i say that I really do appreciate you Matty. I know you would be there for me if I let you in. But im sort of struggling to let anyone in rn.

Sorry for spamming you, I will text soon x

Este theres nothing you should be apologising for

Losing my nan was one of the hardest things I’ve had to go through

I’m never more than a text away, just remember that xx

Congrats on the new song too, you can imagine I relate to it a bit. Lol

After those few messages, Matty stopped hearing from her. They gave him a bit of hope, so Este’s radio silence hurt him a little bit more the second time around. He gave up reaching out after just over a month of no responses. Once in a while he would send a text to Cate, just to snuff his fear of something worse going on, and she assured him that she was alive. Not necessarily ‘good’, but alive. Matty guessed that it was a sufficient response and eventually stopped pestering.

It felt odd to mix the song he wrote about her in the studio while they weren’t even in contact. With it only running for a couple of seconds more than two minutes, they didn’t spend an overwhelming amount of time on it. But, as Matty listened back to his buried vocals that sang the lyrics he wrote about Este and their short bursts of memories between dragging months apart, he couldn’t help but yearn for her.

He liked that the song was so short, and that the lyrics were hard to pick apart. It felt like a little moment. The final line, ‘Will you stay or wait?’ repeated through Matty’s head as they perfected the song’s shoe-gazey production, booming in his chest through its painful relevance.

When they reached America for their final leg of tour that year, her name was sketched into Matty’s ear whenever they performed I Couldn’t Be More In Love. But what about these feelings I’ve got, he thought—too literally.

He would meet a fan that had a dimple and would think of her. Or one that had a septum piercing. And think of her if he ever drove past a small book shop.

Then, inevitably, Matty could feel the brightest element of his life slowly dim to darkness—fading into a fleeting moment of his past. But the memory stayed, along with a small glimmer of hope. And he knew he’d be at her feet the minute Este wanted him there again.

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#matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x oc #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy fic #tbsg

[starlitangels]

Freeborn

Here’s the other idea I had for Darlin’ plausibly being alive in the Imperium that I mentioned to @dollscircus ;-) 2.5k words (Part 2)

CW: character death canon to Imperium, blood

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Sam stopped on his walk home from the dentist office front. He sniffed at the air, wrinkling his nose.

Blood. And a lot of it. Not too far away.

He wasn’t surprised. A lot of fights broke out in this area. His office was near the outskirts of the main city. More space between buildings usually meant more skirmishes.

Sam pivoted and followed the scent. If anyone was close to death... well. He could offer them a way out that benefitted him.

The buildings blurred past.

In seconds, Sam was on the scene.

It was carnage. A once-green patch of grass between two parking lots stained red with blood under bright streetlights. Three bodies torn in half. All three of them with vampire fangs on display.

Two living shifters huddled over the body of a dying one. A fourth shifter, Core fading and heartbeat so slow the other shifters probably thought they were already dead, lying a short distance away, naked and covered in deep wounds. Many of them vampire fang punctures.

“David,” one of the living shifters pleaded, holding the dying one in his arms. “David, c’mon. Stay with me. Stay with me, please!”

“Ash...” the dying one choked out, coughing up blood. “Take care of them. I love you.”

Sam heard the moment the man’s heart stopped. Felt his Core disappear.

The two living, uninjured shifters both broke down in sobs.

The fourth shifter was still alive. But only just.

Sam glanced at the other two, clinging to David’s body. They wouldn’t notice.

He ran in, scooped up the broken body of the fourth shifter, and rushed back to the dentist office.

—

I gagged on a clot of air making its way into my lungs, coughing and coming back to consciousness.

“Oh God,” I complained. “Why does Hell have to look like a dentist’s office?”

I heard a chuckle. “You’re not in Hell, darlin’,” a deep, Southern voice remarked. “You’re in Dahlia.”

“Even worse,” I muttered.

I was lying in the patient’s chair, the bright light over me shining down on the fact that I was still absolutely naked—though someone had covered my modesty a bit with those papery bibs and an excess of bandaging.

“Look, you don’t have a lot of time,” that same voice said. A figure moved in the shadows I couldn’t really see due to the light above me. “I was only able to heal you enough to get a few minutes-a consciousness before you bleed out again. You were on Death’s door. Still are, as a matter of fact.”

“So what do you want?” I growled out.

“It’s not what I want, darlin’,” the voice said.

“Stop calling me that,” I snapped.

The man scoffed. “Look, I can let ya bleed out on my chair, or I can give you a deal.”

“What is it?”

Pearly white fangs and silver eyes glinted in the light from the overhead lamp. “You can bleed out, or I can turn you into a vampire. And save your life.”

That was about the moment all the pain came back to me and I remembered what had been happening before I blacked out. I swallowed the tears that wanted to make their way to my eyes.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“My name’s Sam. You?”

“Pack calls me Tank.”

“But it ain’t your name.”

“Only name that matters to me.” I swallowed again. “Are you in the Mass-Maker program?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Let me bleed out,” I said. “I’d rather that than end up enslaved to the Imperium.” I scoffed. “Anymore than I already was, anyway.” I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes so he couldn’t trance me into drinking his blood.

I heard the creak of a chair, like he’d sat. “Well, see here, darlin’, I just turned in a new progeny to the Imperium last week. They won’t be expectin’ another one from me for... at least another week or so.”

“So?”

“So, if I did happen to turn you... it’d be easier’n usual to just... not tell the Imperium.”

“What?”

“You know a man named Ash?”

“Asher. Yeah. My alpha’s mate.”

“He thinks you’re dead. He and the smaller shifter were both huddlin’ over the one they called David, leavin’ your body alone several paces away. There was barely anythin’ left of your Core and your heartbeat was so slow that a shifter in human form wouldn’t be able to hear it. I don’t blame him for thinkin’ you were already gone. Especially if that David was his mate.”

I ignored the tears that pricked my eyes. David was gone, then. And it was my fault. I couldn’t blame Asher and Milo—who had to be “the smaller shifter”—for spending David’s last moments with him, rather than paying me any attention. Especially since his death was my fault.

“What does it matter that my pack thinks I’m dead?” I asked, voice thick with emotion while I tried to hide it.

“No one will notice if I turn you now. Your pack won’t come lookin’ for you either. As far as anyone knows, you’re dead.” He took a deep breath. “Look. At the rate I’m goin’, I’ll make Mass-Maker in about a year. When that happens, you can change your name and we’ll pretend I turned you after I got my title. You’ll be considered freeborn and won’t owe any forced allegiance to the Imperium.”

“Why would you lie to the Imperium rather than help yourself along?”

The chair creaked. I felt warm breath brush over my neck. “Maybe I just want to keep you for myself,” he whispered. A shiver cascaded down my spine. Sam chuckled, running a quick, remarkably gentle finger over the goosebumps that rose on my arms. “Or, maybe there’s still a shred of humanity in me somewhere and I just wanna help you without gettin’ somethin’ outta it myself.”

“That’s a load of crap in this world.”

“Mm. Maybe.” I heard the shrug in his voice. “Choose soon, darlin’. You’re losin’ a lotta blood.”

I ground my teeth, ignoring how bad it hurt. “Swear to me that you won’t turn me in to the Imperium. Swear to me that I won’t be bound to them for twenty years. That you’ll let me be free.”

“I swear. I swear on what’s left of my... unlife. I swear that you’ll be my pretty little secret until I get my title and we can make you legitimately freeborn.”

“And if you’re lying?”

“I’m not. But if I was, then when you reach Mass-Maker and you’re freed from the Imperium’s control, I won’t even fight back when you come to rip my head off. Because at that point I’d deserve it.”

I opened my eyes and met his gaze. “Do it.”

He leaned into the light, raising his wrist—scarred from hundreds of bites to turn progeny—to his elongating fangs. “Drink deep, darlin’. It’ll save your life.”

He bit into his wrist and pushed the punctures against my lips.

I’d tasted blood before. Happened when wolves fought and bit into enemies.

None of it was like this vampire’s. His was almost... sweet.

Which was a bit disconcerting.

He plunged his fangs into my neck and started drinking from me as I drank from him.

My ears started ringing and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in them—

Before everything went white.

—

One Year Later...

—

The door to the house slammed shut downstairs. “Darlin’! I’m home!” Sam called, sounding unusually chipper.

I uncurled from my spot in the bay window of my bedroom and went downstairs. Sam was putting the dentist coat on the coatrack. “What’s got you cheerful?” I asked quietly.

Sam pulled a blood bag out of the pocket of the dentist coat and tossed it to me. I caught it and started untwisting the cap.

“I got my title today,” Sam answered.

My hands stilled. I almost dropped the bag. “Really?”

“Mmhmm. Gimme two weeks, and you can see your family again. Under a different name, o’ course, and they’ll have to swear not to tell anyone that they know you’re alive, but in two weeks, I’ll register your new name with the Department as a freeborn. Some unempowered nobody I found who’d been attacked and bleedin’ out.”

I bounced my eyebrow at the patheticness of that story compared to what I was actually capable of, but it tracked with all the scars I had that even the turning couldn’t heal. And I couldn’t be the scary werewolf I used to be. Not anymore.

The Department’s records of unempowered people were also ridiculously bad, so it was easy to forge records that the new name I’d come up with was someone without magic—someone the Imperium didn��t consider worth keeping track of. Which was ridiculous. Unempowered people were emotionally and mentally stronger than just about anyone I’d ever met. They had to be, to survive in this stupid, messed up world.

But it worked for me.

I finished opening the blood bag and gulped down the contents quickly.

“You’ll have to pretend to be in the bloodlust again, but since you’re already outta it, that shouldn’t be too hard.”

I ignored that comment. “Why two weeks?”

“To make sure all the records are in order. So I’m a verified Mass-Maker. Then there’ll be no questionin’ that you’re freeborn, darlin’.”

“One of these days it’ll actually stick when I tell you to stop calling me that,” I grumbled.

Sam leveled a sarcastic look at me. “Now, now. Is that any way to speak to your maker?”

“Piss off,” I muttered, moving to go back upstairs.

Sam just laughed. He’d always seemed to find it funny when I gave him attitude. Maybe it was because we both knew I couldn’t actually move against him. Any fight we got in, he’d win. Because he was my Maker and he could stop me dead in my tracks if he damn-well pleased.

“Do you really hate it that much?” Sam asked.

Yes, my mind thought. But the word couldn’t leave my throat.

I couldn’t lie to him.

Instead, I just growled and stomped back upstairs.

Sam caught up to me, grabbing my wrist. “Darlin’,” he entreated softly. “If you hate it, I can stop. I just thought it was part of your banter.”

“I don’t hate it,” I said sharply. “I just don’t know how to handle it when someone acts like they care about me.”

“There’s no actin’ here. I’ve gotten to know you this past year. You’re livin’ in my house for God’s sake, I should know you. I do care about you. Wasn’t plannin’ on it back when I found you after that fight, but...” He shrugged. “Somethin’ in you speaks to somethin’ in me. Kindred spirits or whatever. Couldn’t help but care.”

I cleared my throat. “Thanks for the blood.”

With that, I slid out of his grip and dodged into my room.

“Darlin’—” His voice was muffled by the door I’d slammed behind me. I felt him heavily rest his hands against it. “Darlin’, c’mon. Don’t... don’t do this. Open the door. Please?” There was no magic in the words. No invocation. He was just asking. Not ordering.

I pulled the curtains shut against the first rays of dawn painting the underside of the clouds. “Goodnight, Sam,” I said softly.

I heard him sigh. “What is it that makes you so reluctant to be cared about?” he demanded.

“Everyone I care about and who cares about me gets hurt because of me, okay?!” I snapped, nearly tearing the curtain rod down. “Everyone! With no exceptions!” I growled and released my fists from the curtains, storming over and nearly tearing the door off its damn hinges. “I can’t see that happen to you!” I ignored the tears in my eyes threatening to spill over. “You’ve been kinder to me than anyone’s been in a long time and you kept your promise to keep me free. I can’t... I can’t fight you. Not just because you could stop me. Because I don’t have the heart to. You give me that sympathetic look and all the violence in me just melts away and I don’t know what to do with that. No one has ever made me feel like that and it freaks me out.”

“Darlin’...”

I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him close. He didn’t stop me or resist as I kissed him, hard, for a brief moment before letting him go. “Sorry,” I said. “Consent, blah, blah, blah. But I’ve always been better at asking for forgiveness than permission.”

I moved to shut my bedroom door again.

Sam planted his hand on it, stopping it dead, staring me in the face with lips parted in surprise. I could hear his heartbeat thumping heavily in his chest. I couldn’t help it—I swallowed.

He was about to invoke me. He hadn’t had to yet; even through my bloodlust frenzies. But I felt it in my Core. The Maker-Progeny Bond tying us together was burning hot. He probably couldn’t even feel it with the amount of progeny he was tied to. He was about to tell me to never do that again. Order me to never even touch him. Just because he said he cared about me didn’t mean he wanted—

My shoulders curled forward and I felt like slinking back into my room again.

“Do that again,” he said. Forcefully, but with no invocation behind the words.

“I-I—” I stammered. “You... you want me to?”

Before he could even answer, Sam was kissing me. Holding me close with a desperation I’d never seen on him. His strong fingers flexed against the back of my head. The point of his fangs scraping against my lower lip.

I held him tight. He’d been a vampire for like twelve-to-fifteen years. He was plenty tough enough to withstand my strength. Although, I could feel him being gentle with me. Holding back.

Our breathing grew heavy and ragged even as it synchronized. I shoved the fingers of one hand into his hair, twisting my fingers through it to keep him right here. The bloodbond between us was thrumming. Sam’s other hand was pressed so hard into my skin that I knew—even as a vampire now—I was going to have bruises.

I didn’t care. Sam was kissing me and every other thought and concern slipped away.

When I started getting dizzy, I pulled away. “S-Sam...” I whispered.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been wantin’ to do that. I just... wasn’t sure if you were ready for it. Or even willin’.”

“I’m willing.” I leaned so we stayed pressed tight together.

“You’d have me?” He looked almost surprised.

“Whatever you’re willing to give.”

“Darlin’, I’m willin’ to give you all-a me.”

“Then I’ll have all of you, Sam.”

He smiled. “Then take it,” he breathed.

I yanked him close, over the threshold into my bedroom, and kicked the door shut.

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Tag list: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose @mainhoesstuff 

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Sam #Redacted Darlin' #Sam Collins #Darlin' #Sam

[arinishi]

I figured I’d contribute some of my Lanyon headcanons too since I asked for some so! Here they are! Long post by the way I’m Sorry

- He has autism. I could make a whole other post about this but I relate to him a lot with some of my autism traits and experiences; I also think Henry has autism, they’re just on slightly different ends of the spectrum. Lanyon’s traits seem to be less romanticised generally and are seen way more in antagonists so I like the idea of a “good guy” character having these traits too (low empathy, struggles with emotions, blunt, struggles with social cues and people in general/socialising etc)

- @jekkyboi mentioned this but he’s a cat person. He relates to them more than dogs and understands them more. He’s totally down for the exist in the general vicinity of each other as hanging out and affection at their convenience thing. That being said he still loves Zosi.

- An absolute tea fanatic. A connoisseur even. He and Everly keep like 100 different kinds of tea in their house at all times.

- @quilna said this one too but I agree 100% he copies gestures of affection all the time. Someone does something nice for him? He does it right back. This is mostly to Henry but it does go for everyone. God forbid anyone knows he did that though. Gotta keep that under wraps.

- This man is a dandy. He cares Incredibly about his appearance and maintains it constantly. Clothes, hair, face, everything. He is Absolutely the kind of person to be initially way more concerned about his hair being messed up in a disaster /d

- He and Everly are super close friends nowadays. The second they both acknowledged that they didn’t want to marry each other, all tension between them eased and they could get to know each other better as friends instead. They are Super Close now and top tier gossip pals

- Modern day Lanyon would be a massive Madonna fan. This is true to me.

- He is cis but doesn’t care for gender roles at all. He’d present more femininely if he wanted to, modern AU or otherwise

- He mainly slept around with so many people in Uni as a sort of act of rebellion the second he could have extended time away from his father, and then later on it was more so to ignore his feelings for Henry

- This guy loves little trinkets. So many trinkets. He has a vast collection of cute little items. Henry and Rachel get them for him whenever they find any and he loves them every time.

- Modern day AU He would really like watching those long YouTube video essays, no matter if they’re about things he cares about or not

- Never kept a plant alive ever. He’s tried, Oh He’s Tried. He just can never seem to get them to stay alive

- He is a germaphobe, at least to a mild degree. He constantly goes out of his way to avoid things that could potentially make him sick. If someone he cares about got sick, he’d take care of them but probably from the other end of the room pushing a bowl of soup over with a broom. If Lanyon got sick even mildly he would probably keep himself alone in his bedroom until he was completely better. Maybe even longer. Just to be sure. Food and / or meds can be left at the door please and thankyou

#long post #the glass scientists #tgs #jekyll and hyde #robert lanyon #tgs lanyon #tgs robert lanyon #jekyon #dr lanyon #headcanons #head canon #the glass scientists lanyon #some of these are kinda me projecting tbh #he is so silly

[eunchancorner]

Hi! Are you comfortable with writing Shinsou using his quirk to hypnotise someone and tickle them cause they were being a jerk? Sorry if you are not willing to write this, please ignore this if you don't wanna.

YES FINALLY A REQUEST! You may very much have this, I’ve been needing to experiment with writing for ler Shinsou anyway. And I feel like he’d totally do this to Bakugou, and, let’s be real, most people do. Also you can view this as a lil ShinKami if you wanna

Ler Shinsou, Lee Bakugou

Warning: Baku cussing and being mean to poor Kami

Word count: 908

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“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DUNCE FACE, I KNOW HOW TO DO THIS!”

“I-I was just-”

“SHUT UP!”

“Ok…”

Shinsou had come over to the dorms to try to rebuild some trust between him and Ojiro, but the rather large argument had interrupted him multiple times. Or, more specifically, Bakugou had. Kaminari was just trying to help the explosive teen, who had taken offense for whatever reason and started yelling at the electric blonde, who was obviously getting scared Bakugou was going to hurt him.

Shinsou knew he should step in, but he also knew that Katsuki Bakugou was the most aggressive class 1A member and would likely try to blow his face off should he even attempt to calm him down.

But regardless, Shinsou had an idea that was a lot safer for him.

With a quick ‘Bye’ to Ojiro, he walked over to the atomic blonde, who was now looming over a cowering Denki, and, with a simple question, his plan was put into motion.

“What in god’s name are you screaming about?” the violet haired student asked.

“LIKE I’D TELL YO-” suddenly Bakugou’s eyes went white as Shinsou’s quirk took effect. The mind control student went over to Kaminari to hug him briefly (as he was used to physical affection with him, Kaminari loved to hug or snuggle with his friends) to help calm him down, before pulling away with a small pat to Kami’s head. He stood and began walking to Bakugou’s room, calling Bakugou to follow over his shoulder.

Pretty soon, he was telling Bakugou to lay on his bed, to which the blonde obliged without much choice in the matter. He stood over Bakugou, not yet breaking his hold as he asked, ‘What were you two arguing about?”

“I was mad about him trying to help me with my homework,” was the monotone response. That’s it? Just homework? 

“And why was that?”

“It made me feel dumb,” the blonde stated emotionlessly, to which Shinsou tilted his head.

“And that’s why you lashed out? Because you didn’t like feeling like you were inferior?”

“Yes.”

His gaze softened slightly. It was almost… endearing. As though he could see the blonde striving to try just to be seen as a good hero. While that might not be his real motive, it was nice to imagine.

He moved to sit beside the blonde’s legs.

“Now tell me, is there something that’ll help you calm down?” he tried, knowing this was what would likely keep him from getting killed.

“Tickling,” the blonde answered, a single word, but surprising. And oh so useful.

“Oh?” he couldn’t hold back, very carefully straddling the blonde’s hips, so as not to break his connection. He needed all the advantages he could get.

“Mind telling me if you have any preferred spots?” he asked, smirking at his soon-to-be victim.

“My hands and belly.” Of course, the belly, a very common favorite spot in these dorms, but the hands surprised him. Still, it was probably in his best interest to stay away from the explosion user’s main weapons.

“Alright..” he hovered his hands over Bakugou’s stomach before hesitating. “And you won’t murder me for this?”

“I may not, but I can’t say for sure.”

“Of course…” he sighed. “Well, now or never, I guess.” And with that, his hands plunged down, gently scratching, squeezing and poking at the surprisingly soft skin. Bakugou was ripped from his hold from the touch, having no time to react before falling into laughter, having no chance at holding back when the first thing he registered after everything going dark was tickles.

“Whahahahat the hehehell! Mihind reheheheaderrrrr!!!” the atomic blonde yelled, smacking at Shinsou’s hands and kicking out behind him. “Whahat’s going ohohohon?!”

“Well, you were being a prick to one of the few students who actively tried to be my friend, so, naturally, I figured you needed some… ‘attitude adjustment.’ And you just so happened to tell me that tickling was an effective method.”

Ohhhh if Bakugou could glare right now, Shinsou would be cowering. How dare that extra use his pathetic quirk on him to get him to admit he liked tickling! But, even so… it was making him feel better to laugh like this. Carefree, unrestrained, even… happy.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

“Gehehet ohohohoff!” he bonked Shinsou with his fist, daring to peek at the violet-haired student.

And the instant he looked into those eyes, he knew he made a mistake. Suddenly, Shinsou was drawing in a big breath of air and Bakugou sounded like he was begging for his life, before lips made contact with a soft belly and…

PBBBFFFFFFFFTTT

“NAHAHA FAHAHACK!!”

“You’d better apologize~” another raspberry.

“NAHA FUHUHUCK YOUHUHUHUUU!”

“That’s not an apologyyy~” and another.

“SHIHIHIIT NOOOO!!” he pushed at Shinsou’s head, his voice cracking and he let out an embarrassing squeal as he was assaulted with yet another.

“OHOHOKAY OK I’M SAHAHAREEEEEEEE!! STAHAP IHIT!!” the blonde finally cackled out, panting, curling up and giggling as Shinsou stopped and got off of him, rubbing his back. Had Bakugou not been exhausted from laughing so much, he wouldn’t have let himself lean into it. But, however, he was, and so, he did.

Shinsou smiled softly at him. He wasn’t used to seeing the most aggressive student in class 1A all red-faced, giggly, and frankly, just plain soft. It was endearing to him, he liked it.

I’m gonna have to do this more often.

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HEHE HELLO MY FINE BEAUTIFUL READER FRIENDS I AM BACK WITH A FIC and I hope you liked it :>

#eun writes #bnha #mha #mha tickles #bnha tickles #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #mha shinsou #bnha shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #katsuki bakugou #ler!shinsou #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou

[alexthefly]

Hi! Thankyou so much for the ask @amistrio! I might divide these into two posts if that's okay?

Gamma Crisis

This came about from a challenging myself to whump the one person that nobody dares whump. But because I'm a chicken who lacks discipline, it turned into a silly little sickfic instead. Still, I'm planning to include a little bit of angst further in, if I ever get that far.

It's the protocol they all dreaded. Protocol Gamma. Grandma's sick.

As the elevator doors opened onto the main living area John was greeted by the most delicious smell. 

It was a bad sign.

“Alan!”

His youngest brother started and almost dropped the bowl of steaming hot water he’d been concentrating so hard on carrying.

“John! Glad you made it. We weren’t sure if-”

“Of course I was going to come down. This is important.” He motioned to the bowl. “Want me to take that?”

“Nah, best not. It’s hot and you’re clumsy.”

John shot him a look, but held his tongue. There would be time for brother-dragging later.

“So is it-?”

Alan’s brow furrowed.

“Yep. Full-on flu.”

Dammit.

He’d been afraid of this, ever since Gordon came home from London with a temperature last week. He’d shaken it off pretty quickly (good thing too; he was a terrible patient) and the rest of them had managed to avoid getting too close, but Grandma was never one to let an infection risk get in the way of her Hippocratic oath. 

“Is Scott on soup duty?” John asked, purposely turning his wayward thoughts towards the practical as another waft of deliciousness found his nose.

A shake of the head. “Virgil. Scott was flapping, so Virg took over and sent him to run inventory in the med bay instead.”

Med bay? 

“It’s not that serious, is it?”

“Nah, he’s just being thorough. He’s got Gordon checking for extra blankets too.”

It sounded like Virgil was in full field marshall mode.

Scott might not be the only one guilty of flapping…

“Okay, I’ll head down there first and give him a hand. Are you sure I can’t carry that for you?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he replied. “You could get the door for me though.”

John pressed the button to summon the elevator, which opened immediately, and reached through to make sure the door couldn’t close... 

…Which was unfortunately exactly when gravity decided to bite him in the ass. Hit with a sudden wave of vertigo, he found himself stumbling sideways just as Alan was stepping through. Elbow clashed with elbow, and steaming water sloshed out onto the floor and all down Alan’s shirt.

“Ow, hot!” 

“Oh god, Al, are you al-”

Alan shook his head quickly. “Don’t panic, it’s not hot enough to scald. I’d probably better go get cleaned up though.” He nodded his head towards one shoulder, on which he was carrying a small towel. “Could you grab that please? I’ll get another one upstairs.”

Understanding, John took the towel and laid it over the puddle of water.

“Thanks,” said Alan, “I’ll come back for that once I’ve delivered this.” He cocked his head as something occurred to him. “Uh, John? Exactly how quickly did you come down?”

Uh-oh. Busted. 

“What do you mean, exactly?”

Alan gave him a look that was so Scott it was scary. John pursed his lips and considered his words carefully.

“Fast enough to reflect the seriousness of the situation,” he hedged. “Not so fast as to be actually dangerous.”

Alan snorted and held the look, but John didn’t back down. After a few seconds of impromptu staring contest, Alan conceded.

“Fine, but if the others find out, I know nothing.”

John’s lip twitched. “Always.”

“Rude. Just take it easy and stay away from anything breakable, okay? We’ve got enough going on already.”

#wip ask game #alex answers #thunderbirds are go fanfic #thunderbirds are go #alexthefly fic