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mmelionsblog · 6 months

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Magical [Sam Golbach x Reader]

SIMILIAR to the marriage one shot with Mike, but a bit different.

It was finally time for the first dance of the wedding, starring you and your newly beloved husband Sam. He guided you to the center of the dance floor, his hands gently touching your waist, his fingers fitting perfect on your body. You wrap your arms around his neck, and Magical by Ed Sheeran started to play. “You picked the song?” You giggled out, a smile spreads widely on your face.

He nodded, “Ed Sheeran’s songs scream for weddings, I don’t know it’s just the vibe. Plus, this song is exactly how I feel about you if you listen to the lyrics closely.” He hums the lyrics, his eyes scattering your face. Your cheeks flush, even after all these years he still somehow knows how to make you blush without even trying.

You got comfortable, and by comfortable you placed your head on his chest, your arm resting on the other side as the two of you swayed together. You saw the camera that your cousin was recording on in the corner of the dance floor, waving to it and mouthing a ‘hi’. Your cousin laughed.

“I love you,” you spoke. Sam smiled brightly. “I love you too,” he kissed the top of your forehead. In all of your life time, you never thought you’d get married to someone at all.

You grew up alone, never having the homecoming date, prom date, never having experienced heart break through high school or college, never being the friend that fell in love with any guy they met.

You were the other friend, the friend that stayed in, insecure, never believing a guy would fall for you and who you were deep inside. You knew it would never have happened if your friend, Tara, begged you annoyingly enough to come to the party Sam and Colby created for their five million subscribers award. That was until one night, you met the love of your life five years ago.

The two of you instantly hit it off, talking nonstop after the party. Calling each other, since you lived in Washington due to your job. After a year of talking and being close friends, Sam was the one to make the move to ask you out on a date.

After that said date, more and more dates came when the two of you had free time. Then, he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. You quit your job, moved to L.A to live with him and Colby in their apartment. You’ve never felt so in love with someone before, so you didn’t care if you were doing anything wrong at the time.

Your song came on, and you could hear chuckles and some laughter from your side of the room. Everyone knew you were obsessed with one artist and one artist only ever since you were young, which was Hozier. You’ve always dreamt of using one of his songs in your wedding when it came to he, and this dream was finally happening.

The first beats of work song appeared, and Sam looked down at you. “I should’ve known,” he giggled quietly. “You’ve been singing this one a lot recently. I’ve noticed,” he kissed your nose, “I don’t play him that much…” you rolled out the ‘that’, while Sam gave you a ‘uhuh’ playful look. His lips locked in with yours, swaying slower to the beat. “That’s when my baby found me,” Sam sung softly, and your eyes closed.

You loved Hozier, you do, but when Sam sings his songs it’s like next level type of shit. He always puts you to sleep when he sings whenever you’d have trouble.

“I love you,” you spoke. Sam’s eyes sparkled, “I love you too.”

#sam and colby #sam golbach x you #sam and colby x reader #sam golbach #sam golbach x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock #Spotify

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explosionkatsu · 1 year

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Getting back together

Bakugou x Reader

Okay, don't judge me. I’ve been reading a lot. Like a lot of Bakugou x readers here and maybe I wanna try. Haha! This is my first one-shot in here. Enjoy! 😘

“After defeating the villain. Dynamight was rushed to the hospital due to the severe damage the villain has caused him-”

It was raining and there you are sitting comfortably on your sofa.

Work was hectic and it stresses you out. Your boss has been giving you a huge amount of work and you couldn't help yourself but work overtime just to get things done quicker.

Being in your not-so-cozy apartment was all you can think of. Why? Because you don't feel like it. Not after what happened. You pushed to forget all the stuff that occurred but everywhere you go, it constantly reminded you of him.

It's almost 10 pm and you just got off from work, thinking if you could grab yourself something to eat before heading straight to your apartment. But your body was screaming exhaustion so you just decided to head home straight.

Home..

After the 15 mins trip, you finally reached your apartment and paid the driver. Once you entered your apartment, you locked the door behind you hearing a loud thud of thunder.

“Huh.. The forecast said it won't rain.. Weird.” You muttered before almost instantly heading to your sofa and lying down.

It's been 2 months since you and he last broke up and yet the ache was still there. Seeing him everywhere as well wasn't helping, making it difficult for you to get on.

You remembered him looking at you in despair when you told him you needed time. You remembered him telling you to not go when you were choking on your tears. You also remembered him embracing you so tight before you departed his apartment. And now, it's been 2 months ever since all that happened and here you are sulking over your own decision.

“Ah. How will I ever forget!” You cried out frustrated. “Maybe watching tv will work..” You mumbled.

Grabbing the remote, you clicked the power button before standing up and grabbing yourself a bottle of wine and a glass. As you went back to the sofa and place the bottle of wine on the coffee table, you were about to open the cap when you heard your ex-boyfriend’s hero name, making you look up to the television.

“After defeating the villain. Dynamight was rushed to the hospital due to the severe damage the villain has caused him-”

You weren't ready to see him on the stretcher all bloody and bruised up. The image of Katsuki on television made you dazed. You watched the medic pull Katsuki inside the ambulance before watching it take off in a rush to save the number 2 hero.

Without hesitating, you unconsciously snatch your work bag and fled your apartment fast forgetting to lock your apartment.

It was now raining and finally, a taxi pulled over.

“I’m glad you're awake bro,” Kirishima said sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed where Bakugou is on. “Why didn't you call us for backup? Bro, you could've died! That villain was powerful!” Kirishima added, worried about his friend.

“Tch. For like I care if the villain was powerful. I know I could handle him myself.” Bakugou grumbled looking out the window and watching the rain pour.

“Bro. If this is about Y/n-

“Dont fucking say her name! This has nothing to do with her!”

“Chill out, bro. I just noticed you've been working overtime lately. I'm just worried about you.” Kirishima looked at Bakugou worriedly. “After you and Y/n split up, you've been working nonstop.”

“This doesn't concern you, shitty hair,” Bakugou responded.

“Sigh. Alright, bro. I won't pry. But you know you can tell everything right?” Kirishima pressed on, trying to make Bakugou open his problems to him. He knows too well that this is how he’ll tell his problems to him. He respects his pal so much and even promised not to tell everyone about his troubles.

“I know,” Bakugou responded shortly.

A long silence was engulfing the room. Kirishima was waiting patiently for his friend to say something before getting up to grab himself a beverage from the vendo in the hospital canteen.

“I’ll get you water, I’ll grab us a drink,” Kirishima said. He was about to open the door when he heard his friend speak making him pause on his tracks.

“I just missed her.”

Kirishima sadly looks at his best friend who's undergoing heartbreak at the moment. He's well aware that Bakugou keeps himself occupied just to cover up the ache he is feeling which is not a useful thing.

Keeping his mouth shut, Kirishima open the room door greeted by a soaked Y/n who was about to knock.

“Y/n?” Kirishima said loudly, making Bakugou turn his head towards the door.

“K-kiri?! What’re you doing- Oh shit no. I shouldn't be asking that.” Y/n face palmed.

“Y/n! God! Look at you! You're soaked! Did you run all the way here!?” Kirishima asked frantically looking for a towel for Y/n to use.

“Yes. The taxi I was riding pulled over far from here so I had to run.” Y/n said panting. After catching her breath, she looked past Kirishima who was still looking for a dry towel to the man sitting on the bed.

“K-katsuki..” She mumbled tearing up.

Kirishima who heard this stopped and decided to give them space. “I’ll give you two some alone time. I’ll just buy us some drink,” he said pushing Y/n and closing the door behind him.

The atmosphere is thick. Y/n was still standing at the doorway while Bakugou turn his gaze on his lap.

Not used to this silence, Bakugou speaks out.

“Why the fuck are you soaked, huh? What kind of an idiot would run under this fucking rain.” Bakugou tched. Hearing no response from her, he added, “What? Are you just gonna stand there?”

He didn't know how much Y/n missed him. Just listening to him made her miss her more. Without asking for permission, Y/n darted her way to him and embraced him tightly, letting her tears out.

Bakugou was surprised. He was first surprised that she showed up, and now this? But he soon got over and embrace her in return, burying his face into her shoulder.

“What did you do?! Why are you so reckless!” Y/n cried out still embracing him.

He doesn't mind that his hospital gown is getting wet as long as she's the cause of it.

“You could've died! You idiot!”

“I’m sorry..” Bakugou mumbled.

“No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm so sorry Katsuki.” After saying this, she pulled away and placed both her cold palm on his cheek as she look at him straight.

Bakugou on the other hand grabs her hand and leans his head against her palm. “Dumbass. Come’er.”

He placed both his hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her, placing his lips against her. His hand slowly made its way to her cheek, caressing it with his thumb, while Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

Without them noticing, Kirishima watched them. Holding the knob and keeping the door slightly open while on his other hand was the drinks smiling to himself.

‘I’m glad..’ He thought

#bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugō #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x you #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha bakugo katsuki

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3raaaachachacha · 11 months

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Hong Joshua x female reader / 589 words / fluff

Warnings: None

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You had one rule at work that you swore you would never break. Do not date coworkers. Every time you heard about coworkers dating one another, it always ended up with a messy break up with someone having to quit their job, and that was something you didn’t want to deal with. Then Joshua came into your life while you were working at the local coffee shop near your apartment. Everything about him screamed boyfriend material. His handsome looks, his cute smile, his charming personality, and his gentlemen like skills. You had been working with him for over two months now and still, there wasn’t a negative flaw you could find in him. Yet you couldn’t date him.

It was almost an unsaid thing between the two of you as every shift you worked together, both of you would tease and flirt with one another nonstop. Some customers even commented on how cute your relationship was. You hated to admit that you had a crush on him, but until one of you quit, you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Hi cutie, did you miss me?” Joshua chuckled as he clocked in for his shift, making you roll your eyes at him.

“In your dreams, Josh,” You giggled with a small blush on your cheeks as you tried your best to focus on the current drink you were making.

“How did you know?” He teased back, making the both of you laugh from his quick witted comebacks, “When are you going to let me take you out on a date? I feel like I’ve been more than obvious that I think you're pretty,” His question made your eyes grow wide as you handed out the drink to the customer before turning back to face him.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go out on a date with you, it’s just,” You stopped, realizing how stupid it may sound to him as you bit your lip lightly.

“You don’t date coworkers? Is that it?” He guessed correctly as you nodded your head.

“I just don’t think it’s a smart idea to date a coworker since a countless amount of bad things could happen,” You slowly got quieter as you went on with your sentence, beginning to play with your fingers.

Joshua nodded his head in understanding before walking over to the manager, “Hey, I quit!” He randomly announced, taking off his apron and clocking out of the register as your eyes grew wide with surprise.

Your mouth flew open to protest his actions, but nothing seemed to follow as your throat felt dry from his bold move. He walked around the counter with a smile on his face to order a drink as you followed him.

“Excuse me miss, I’d like an iced Americano and to take you out on a date this Saturday. What do you say?” He smirked as he saw a small grin beginning to spread across your face.

“It would be my pleasure sir. Would you like room for any cream in that Americano?” You chuckled at his irresistible charming attitude.

“You know my order so well,” Joshua chuckled as he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“Hmm I wonder why,” You both continued to giggle as you returned back to him with his drink, “I can’t wait to see what you have planned for our date.”

Joshua smirked at you with a small chuckle before taking a sip of his coffee, “Don’t worry, I’ve had it planned out since the day I first met you.”

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bunitivity · 3 months

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I really REALLY need to tell you my hc that Luffy and Usopp sleep in the same bed 98.37% of the time. They are EXTREMELY hard to seperate.

When Usopp first joins the strawhats along with Merry, the boys have to make do with what they have. And that includes taking turns sleeping in the hammocks. Now I'm going to reference that pic where Luffy is hanging down on Usopp's body from his hammock. Also the one where Zoro and Sanji sleep on the floor face to face. That one. One time Luffy actually falls into Usopp's hammock but neither of them realize it and in the morning the sniper might have hit his head when falling on the floor from the sudden surprise. But then it became a usual thing and both of them were becoming closer friends so eventually Usopp just proposed them sleeping together since they're gonna end up like that in the end. Of course the more they travelled, they got bunks for comfort, because sleeping on the floor/couch got annoying.

Then Water 7 happens and Usopp is devastated. He really wants to go back to them snuggling but he feels like if he offers it right after what happened to them it would feel like he didn't feel sorry at all, which is not true. And besides, Sunny has all the comfort you could ever want, so no more "well, if you're gonna slip into my bunk anyways, why not just share it from the start" excuse.

However, Luffy's thought process is a little different. He gets a little confused as to why Usopp still hasn't invited him over. Well, the sniper apologized, they had an emotional reunion, spent the rest of the day together and now they won't even snuggle like they did before? Something's gotta be up.

So as soon as Luffy makes his decision, he "slips" into Usopp's bunk and hugged the shit out of the sniper, making sure he wasn't going anywhere. Usopp let him stay. He wanted to anyways.

So since then, their habit of sharing one bed and cuddling was fully established. Oh boy, I sure hope they don't get seperated again only for a longer period of time.

No listen you literally read my mind! I’ve literally been thinking about this idea nonstop I’ve it written in my draft somewhere. Still think about that moment post dressrosa where usopp just goes to sleep right on top of luffy and no one bats an eye lol(really tried to find a pic of it but it isn’t in my tag ://) it was just business as usual for everyone but there’s no way that’s the first time that’s happened. They definitely sleep together all the time. It’s just second nature to them to just curl around each other and fall asleep.

And oh w7 ;-; the most devastating arc my beloved <3 neither of them sleeps during their separation(i dont actually have long they were apart but I’m pretty sure it was just one night considering how fast paced one piece is but it was a very looong night either way with Usopp staying up working on the merry while luffy just tossing and turning until he just ends up staring out over that rooftop where nami finds him the following morning telling her he was looking out for robin but really he was just looking out the sea to where the merry was docked🥲)

and ofc luffy would be the one to push past the awkwardness because once usopp apologized that was it he had already forgiving him the moment he saw usopp on that bridge screaming at him to keep fighting(still think about how ready luffy was to bring him to the crew immediately post ennies lobby until zoro knocked some sense into him lol) there was no way he was going another sleepless night without him

#sorry for rambling it’s just #I’ve so many thoughts about lusopp and w7 best arc lol #love interpersonal conflict wish there was more that wasn’t just zoro and sanjis pissing contest #lusopp #asks #thank you for sending this!#love talking to ppl but I also get so anxious about dm ppl bc I can’t hold a conversation to save my life lol #hcs asks

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facetsofthecloset · 1 year

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IT’S DONE

i’ve been working on this nonstop since RWD s3 ep8 dropped and i got to this scene (time stamp is 1:56:00) (i took liberties with the dialogue but y’know). i started working on it while finishing the episode so That Thing That Happened Later in Limbo happened right when i was already screaming at myself over posing/anatomy/perspective/all that technical stuff. devastating.

i would’ve had this done probably yesterday but i made a custom brush for the very first time for the beetle swarm and that took me an ENTIRE AFTERNOON so lol

i do not do a lot of digital art so the sheer number of things i learned doing this ONE comic page is...a lot. gratifying but also exhausting

anyway way back in s1 ep1 i didn’t think dani would be my favorite but she just keeps coming in clutch in just about every situation. dani supremacy

alt one liners i was considering for the final panel:

-“I’m VRLA’s competent friend”

-“git gud”

-*simply looks smugly into camera*

#i'm v happy with how this turned out overall but #i am SO TIRED #dani mvp #hopefully vrla will use insect plague in a scene i'll be struck w the need to draw #in future #so i can use this beetle swarm brush again lol #rwd #rwd spoilers #rwd s3 #rwd dani #my art #rolling with difficulty

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sevcasejay1chicago · 2 years

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Part 3 of History - matt Casey and Y/N?

Two years have passed since they had there baby girl. I’m thinking about something similar to season 5 episode 8.

But finally Casey and Y/N can’t keep there hands or feeling from each other, and they finally get back together to be a family.

History part 3 - Matt Casey

Authors note: sorry this took so long. I have been so sick this week and I’ve been trying to write throughout it all. This is probably not my best work, but I wanted to attempt to fulfill your request. I hope you enjoy it!

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But finally Casey and Y/N can’t keep there hands or feeling from each other, and they finally get back together to be a family. Season 5 episode 8 get married in a court house with the fire house as witnesses.

It’s been roughly 19 months since Clarissa made her grand debut and my world has been going nonstop ever since. Matt and I ended up in apartments across from each other after Clarissa turned 18 months. Luckily for Matt, it was his place that had a free unit, so all of 51 and intelligence helped move the baby and I in.

The transition from apartment to apartment was smooth with all of our things but Clarissa had a hard time adjusting to her new environment. After all, at such a young age she had to become accustomed to coparenting, which meant different living arrangements, so it seemed like a lot to take in for our little girl.

Late one night, I knocked on Matt and Kelly’s door when I couldn’t get Clary to calm down. Kelly answered, rubbing his eyes, but immediately perked up and took Clary out of my arms before letting me in. “Hey hey hey princess. What’s wrong?” Kelly asked Clary, but was really asking me as he bounced my daughter in his arms and rubbed her back as she hid her face into his neck.

“I can’t get her to calm down. I knew the first night might be rough, but God Kelly it’s been almost a month. The neighbors are gonna hate us and I need to sleep and she doesn’t deserve to cry all night. She needs Matt I think.” I stressed, pacing in the entryway and running my fingers through my hair.

Kelly nodded and looked down at the baby in his arms. “How about you and uncle Kelly go get daddy? Hmm?” Kelly asked, the baby finally starting to settle some in his arms, but perked up at the mention of her daddy. Kelly chuckled at his niece’s reaction and smiled back at you. “We will go get him. Make yourself some tea and have a seat. Relax.” Kelly all but plead, putting a hand on your shoulder before nodding his head and walking away with your daughter to get Matt.

Taking Kelly’s advice, I went into the kitchen and put fresh water in the kettle before placing it on the stove to heat up. I smiled as I listened to Kelly roar and Clary giggle, screaming for her daddy. I could hear Matt chuckling and asking how she got there. I smiled and took down a cup, my favorite tea, and the honey. As I was walking over to the silverware drawer, Matt and Kelly came back in with Clary snuggled up in Matt’s arms with her thumb in her mouth.

“Kelly filled me in. You alright?” Matt asked, coming to stand next to you and pulling you into a side hug.

I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. “Yeah. I feel bad for our neighbors and that she’s awake, but this is for the best, right?” I asked, leaning back a little to look at the picture in front of me. Clary had her little eyes trained on her mommy, thumb in her mouth while her daddy rested his head on the top of her head, also peering at you.

“Of course it is.” Matt stated, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “She just still needs to adjust. I’m really glad you moved across the hall. This would have never happened if you were back at the other apartment. I’m glad I could be here. Kelly too.” Matt said, slightly jerking his head toward your best friend.

Looking over, you both realized that in a span of 2 minutes, Kelly had managed to fall asleep at the counter. I smiled at Matt before detaching and making my way over to him. I gently laid a hand on his back and rubbed it gently. “Hey Sevvy. Go to bed. We’ve got this.” I gently called, slowly rousing the sleeping man.

Kelly grunted and sat up, looking at Matt who was smirking in his direction. “Shut up.” He mumbled at his friend before turning to you. “Yes mom.” He sarcastically remarked before standing, pulling you into a brief hug, and wondering off toward his room.

I sighed and turned to Matt. “Should she stay here tonight or do you want to come over there and help me put her down? What are you thinking?” I asked Matt as I went to pull the near whistling pot off the burner, flipped the burner off, and went about making my tea.

“How about I help put her down. She has to get used to the new apartment eventually. Maybe having both of us there will help.” Matt reasoned, swaying Clary slightly in his arms.

I nodded as I picked up my tea. “Well, I’m taking this cup.” I smirked, holding it close to my lips and blowing slightly.

Matt chuckled and shook his head. “It’ll come back. Even if it didn’t, we have plenty.” Matt shrugged, making his way toward the front door. “Let’s go. She’s about ready to pass out.” Matt stage-Whispered as he reached the door.

I nodded and followed along, slipping past to let Matt into my apartment before turning around to close his apartment door just as he turned to tell me to make sure it wasn’t locked. I sighed and twisted the handle only to find it locked.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry.” I sighed, running a hand down my face. “You can take the bed. I’ll take the couch.” I immediately offered.

Matt shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. You sleep in your bed and I’ll take the couch.” Matt argued, walking further into Clary’s room.

You let the conversation pause for now, determined to get your daughter to sleep in her crib. Once her sound machine and night light was on, Matt changed her before rocking her for a few minutes. When we were sure Clary was out, Matt gently placed her into her crib and we backed out of the room.

Once we were far enough away, I looked up at Matt. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate you helping out. I know it’s not your night, but I guess your daughter needed her daddy.” I said, biting my lip and trying not to cry. This is the first time Clary has needed Matt more than me.

Matt shook his head. “Hey now. No tears.” Matt whispered, coming to pull me into his chest. “You are a great mom and she needs you too. She just needed both of us tonight. It’s a big change for a little princess.” Matt said, making you giggle into his chest.

“Your right. Still, thank you.” I said, looking up at him from his arms. My tea had been long forgot on the table in the hall, so my hands were wrapped around his waist. “By the way, I messaged Kelly to let him know where you are and what happened. That way he’ll know in the morning.” I informed, still in Matt’s arms. It was comfortable. Natural. Right.

Matt smiled as he gazed down at me. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” Matt said, kissing you on the forehead.

Once Matt was back to his full height, you both ended up staring into each other’s eyes, completely lost in a trance. The warmth and comfort of being in each other’s arms was something you have grown reacquainted with during these past few months. Normally it was a small touch, gentle hugs, kisses on the forehead or nose, cuddling together as a family on the couch, or holding hands as you watched your daughter. It was subtle and not something either of you really noticed, but you did now. You were in love.

“Matt.” I whispered, keeping my gaze locked with his.

“Y/n.” Matt replied back, a small smirk on his lips.

“Marry me.” I whispered, shocking myself and Matt. This felt right though. We could make this work. We have been making this work for a year and a half now.

“Are you sure?” Matt asked, a huge smile on his face. He’d been wanting to ask you to try again for a while now, but he knew your reservations.

“Yes. I am more than sure. You have proven yourself since Clary was born and I think it’s time. God Matt, I love you so much.” I said, tears in my eyes. “Marry me.” I asked once again.

Matt smiled wider, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “Yes. I will absolutely marry you.” Matt answered, leaning down to kiss you.

If you had to describe it, you would sound like a cliché, but that kiss was magical. Passion and fire burned through both of your bodies as Matt slammed his lips into yours in a hungry kiss. A kiss that caused fireworks to dance behind your eyelids and you could swear the whole world brightened at the connection. It finally felt right. This was everything you had been dreaming about and hoping for.

~~The Next Day~~

The next morning, you and Matt told Kelly about your engagement and your plans for that day. You wanted to be married now, and you weren’t planning on waiting. So, Matt went to work like usual while you booked a spot at the courthouse. It was just going to be you, Matt, Clary, Stella, and Kelly.

When Matt arrived, he was dressed in his turnout pants and Captain’s polo, clearly having just left a call. You had on a cute little white dress and had Clary in a pink flowery dress. Kelly and Stella were also in their turnout gear, but you thought it was perfect.

Just as the judge started the wedding, the doors flung open. In came the whole of Firehouse 51 and Intelligence. “Oh my God! You guys!” You squealed, taking the hug that Jay offered.

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He whispered, kissing your cheek before handing you back to Matt.

“Are we all settled?” The judge chuckled, looking around the room.

“Yes sir. Go ahead.” Matt said, smiling at everyone before you both turned toward each other.

I smiled at Matt and thought back on our lives. No matter what, he has been there when it counts. Even when we had our rocky parts, this man was my light and he brought together our big family. No matter what, I’ve always needed him and loved him.

“Do you Matthew Casey take Y/F/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The judge asked.

“I do.” Matt replied with a grin.

“And do you Y/F/N take Matthew Casey to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The judge ask you.

I smiled, tears rolling down my face. “Hell yeah I do.” I chuckled, causing a chain reaction around the room.

The judge smiled. “Without further ado, I pronounce you Mr and Mrs. Matthew Casey, husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.” The judge announced.

The whole room erupted in cheers and applause. Matt took me by the back of the neck and dipped me slightly, kissing me until we both had to come up for air. Looking back, I watched as Jay cradled Clary on his hip, who was laughing and clapping along with the rest of her family.

“You ready to start forever?” I asked, pecking Matt on the lips as I watched everyone begin to fill out, with Matt and I following Jay, Clary, and Hailey.

“With you, I’m ready for anything.” Matt said, smiling and lifting me up bridal style as we walked out of the room, causing me to giggle into his shoulder.

Yeah, with each other we were ready for anything.

#jay halstead #one chicago #kelly severide #matt casey #one chicago x reader #fluff #matt casey x reader

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hollywoodbonez · 2 years

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Ok so this is only the second thing I’ve written so don’t expect it to be any good.

Dadza x teen reader

This is platonic

Reader is 15 in this story

Warnings: mention of abuse and drinking

Summary: you are Jschlatt’s child. Once he became president everything changed. He started to drink more and more. One day he hit you, so you ran until you meet a certain black winged male.

Y/n pov

It’s been a month since my father has become president. It was one in the morning when I was woken by a glass bottle hitting my head. “You forgot to do the dishes!” My father yelled. He stunk of alcohol. He dragged me to the ground by my (h/l) hair, then he started to hit and kick me.

After awhile of screaming and crying he left to go get another beer. Once I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore I got up, grabbed a bag and started to put my clothes and hygiene stuff. I put your bag on and went downstairs to see that my father was passed out on the couch with a half empty beer bottle in his hand. The front door was wide open so I sprinted out of it.

An hour or so later after nonstop running I finally got out of the portal to the snowy tundra. I continued to run through the deep, cold snow.

After a while of running your legs gave in and you fell face first into the snow. I tried to call for help but all I could push out was a quiet whimper. The sun started to rise. “Is this it for me..?” I thought. Right before the darkness consumed me I saw a tall figure rushing towards me.

Phil’s pov

I was on my way back to Technos from a hunting trip when the sun started to rise. On the way back I see something (h/c) in the distance. It looks like a person, wait why are they swaying? Oh god they feel face first! I rushed over to them, it looks like this kid was beat half to death. Who would do this to a kid? They were littered with bruises and was bleeding from their head. I carefully picked the up and ran to Technos.

Y/n pov a few hours later

I started to wake up in a warm environment. Was it all a dream? I can hear a fire, I was also on the ground covered by something fluffy. I opened my eyes and see that I’m covered in a red cape right by a fire place. I feel my head only to feel bandages, there are bandages all over my body. “Oh I’m glad you’re awake” a male’s voice said. I jumped up and reached for my axe but it wasn’t there. “Who are you?!” I asked aggressively. The blond male held his hands “My name is Philza Minecraft and I found you outside passed out”. He said calmly. I just looked at him. “Quackity always said not to trust anybody… but why do I feel like I can trust him?” I thought to myself. “Thank you” I said after a few minutes of awkward silence. “What happened to you?” Phil asked. He must have seen how I tensed up because he said “I mean if you want to tell me”. I sighed. “My father, he drinks a lot now. Last night he hit my head with a bottle the started to hit and kick me” by this point I had tears in my (e/c) eyes. “Oh mate I’m really sorry about that” Phil said. “is it alright if I hug you mate?” He asked. I didn’t even answer, I just ran to him. He held me and wrapped his black wings around me while I cried. “It’s alright mate, you don’t have to worry anymore. I’ve got you” Phil said to me while he rubs circles on my back. I can tell this is going to be my new home from now on, and I can’t wait to see what happens in the future.

#Dsmp #philza minecraft #Jschlatt #x reader

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wearethekat · 2 years

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September Book Reviews: Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

light/minimal spoilers only

(to the best of my ability)

I don’t think I can be unbiased about this book, as I’ve been unhinged about the series ever since I finished Harrow the Ninth. However! I shall try. This is very much a book that has to be read in the context of the previous two books: Muir expects the reader to enter the book knowing all of the relevant context, since as a POV Nona doesn’t understand the significance of what’s happening around her. Bring your own red string conspiracy board, and prepare to be lost if you weren’t paying close attention to Harrow.

The high points here were of course the characters, and the [redacted] immensely angst situations Muir is putting them in (several of which made me scream). Of course, I do love Nona (I think everyone loves Nona except for [redacted]), but my favorite character interactions were between Cam and Pal. Who were, as always, a delight, if a heartbreaking one. Notable also: the handful of previous book character appearances, which never failed to be absolutely unhinged. I think every familiar character who turned up made me scream.

This is a book that starts slowly for the first third before plunging into nonstop tragedy and heartbreak in the last bit. I think Nona is, if anything, more ouch than Harrow. It certainly had a scene that made me scream more than the infamous Soup Scene, if for different reasons. And it does, of course, end on a cliffhanger. One thing I do worry about for Alecto is that Muir has set up questions that are far more fascinating than the answers could ever be. After building anticipation for secrets to be revealed in the last book, can the answers live up to the hype? We shall see. Muir certainly delivered with her Jod backstory in Nona. (I may never look at a cow in the same way again).

An indescribable mixture of tantalizingly convoluted worldbuilding and messed-up queer fealty. I love this series down to the bottom of my heart. Don’t start here though-- go back to book one, Gideon the Ninth!

#my book reviews #september book reviews #tamsyn muir #nona the ninth

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Allie!! I’ve been to the Haunted Museum in Vegas! Not to be all ✨I’m an empath✨ but the vibes in there are INTENSE. 😩😩😩 It gave me such much anxiety I couldn’t sleep that night after we got back to the hotel and my friend/coworker had a terrible headache that didn’t go away until we got out of the actual building itself. 😅

Quick story! I was in Vegas for a work conference (and JLO’s residency was sold out) so we decided to check it out for fun. The Uber driver asked kindly if they could just drop us off across the street because they didn’t want to pull into the parking lot of the actual museum. They said they’d heard a lot of spooky things about it and it always made them uncomfortable when they had to drop off passengers, especially at night 💀 We thought it was part of the fun so we said sure. Then once inside, I had a weird experience at the end of the tour. They have a room decorated like the cabin of a boat that has memorabilia of Natalie Wood. I don’t know if you know her story but she went missing while sailing with her husband and Christopher Walken. Her body was found, the most likely explanation being she fell overboard and drowned but people suspect foul play. While in the room with our tour group, I started to feel like I was swaying. Like when you’re on the deck of a boat, you know? It went away when we left the room but it was such a bizarre feeling. I mentioned to my coworker that it was a cool addition to make the floor move and she said she didn’t know what I was talking about. 💀💀So I went to the tour guide to confirm and she said “no, we don’t have any additional effects in that room but a lot do people say they feel that sensation.” 💀💀💀💀💀 It was fun in the sense that I love spooky things so we were able to laugh about it the next day. But they also have a lot of artifacts from actual serial killers so the energy in some rooms was VERY heavy and upsetting. I only felt comfortable in one room that had a couple costume pieces that belonged to Robin Williams and Heath Ledger. It was definitely an experience and I recommend it if you are really interested in true crime and the paranormal. But I always caution people to look up reviews too if you happen to be sensitive to darker topics. That said, the staff was amazing and checked in on everyone regularly to make sure we were good since it’s about an hour tour in total.

Oh my god, M 🫠🫠🫠 Since that anon mentioned the haunted museum earlier I’ve been watching some videos and I couldn’t be more freaked out about it. Your story was just the cherry on top, that’s absolutely terrifying 😩 I love it 😌 lol but seriously if that was me I would have walked out immediately!! That’s insane, thank you so much for sharing it! I’m glad you at least enjoyed some aspects of it.

I was watching this video where they show a rocking chair that is apparently cursed or something and it gives people really bad back pain, and the guy on the video started having back pain immediately just for standing next to the chair. (Although Zak Bagans kept telling him it was because he mocked the chair, so he was screaming YOU MOCKED THE CHAIR nonstop - anyway, absolutely great and chaotic video 10/10). So it seems like a lot of people feel actual physical discomfort like you did. Fuck, I live by myself and I should actually be sleeping by now, I think I will have some issues with that. Help💀

#ask

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I (personally) never saw people talk about this, but hobbies suck with adhd

Before I was diagnosed, I used to struggle with my hobbies. Hard. I had short, exhilarating bursts over a week where I’d go “this is it, I’m finally going to keep up at this” where I’d do my hobby nonstop and then it’d fall dead before the month was over

And this happened to me with almost everything (drawing, writing, cooking, ect.) where I felt like I could never get good at anything because I could never stick to anything. Whenever I felt like I was picking up something again, inevitably, I could be held at gunpoint and still not do the thing. Its like my brain went “no thanks, this is impossible now” and I could cry and kick and scream but nothing was going to change

I used to be really hard on myself for this. I still kinda am. It’s pretty difficult not to get frustrated at your inability to consistently pick up a pen

Yet, I haven’t written a short story for months and I picked it up again today and I love it! I could be frustrated at myself for not writing every week 6 hours a day, but I’ve long since learned that’s just not a life style I can stick to (sorry Brandon Sanderson)

Because between those few no-writing months, I’ve done other things. I’ve learned how to juggle, I’ve been reading a book about sociology, I’ve made steps in my anatomy, and sure I haven’t touched the book in a while and I haven’t drawn consistently in a bit, but I know I Will, just like how I returned to writing eventually

Maybe some people can grind out hobbies and skills, but that simply doesn’t work for my brain. You can’t make a dog walk on two legs. I can’t push my brain to do something that time and time again hasn’t worked. I might jump around from hobby to hobby a lot, but I’m slowly improving each time, and honestly, as long as I’m enjoying what I’m doing then does it matter how long it takes?

Pretty much, I can’t get insecure about my hobbies when I simply operate on a different level of people. Give yourself time and patience for anything you do, or else you’re just killing enjoyment with impossible expectations

#adhd #actually adhd #adhd post #adhdlife #neurodivergent #actually neurodivergent #executive dysfunction #mental health #mad rambles #this is just what works with me #and what ive been thinking about for a bit #no idea if anyone else had this problem #LMAO

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I saw your tags and I'm straight up screaming because 1. You realize ss/kk isn't that well-founded! thank you for saying that! and 2. YOU KNOW PANDORA HEARTS AND JACK VESSALIUS, FUCKED UP LOVE OF MY LIFE. Thank you for your existence this makes me so happy I wanna hug you and squish your cheeks.

First of all, thank you for sending a non-BSD fandom-related ask to my sideblog, it helps me keep my main blog @kaus-quietis clean and somewhat organized <3 Second of all, I’ll have you know that HOW COULD I NOT?? Pandora Hearts is my fav manga I’ve read in my teen years!!

I’ll leave more under the cut, not to flood the dash too much <3

By "fav manga of my teen years” I mean, I kinda split my “fandom activity” into “teen years” (whatever that mess was – 19) and “young adulthood years” (20 – present), because I noticed significant changes in my tastes are they crystalized and as I got to know myself better too. This is why I say PH is my fav manga of my teen years, and currently BSD is a competitor for “fav manga of my young adulthood”, together with Tokyo Ghoul. We’ll see! I also created those categories because I realized huge changes in the way I choose my favs (previously it was more like they “chose” me, somehow, randomly / with no apparent rule – this applies to Oz, Vanitas from Kingdom Hearts, Eren from Attack on Titan, Naruto from the Naruto series etc. – , but now I know my stuff and my personality and all, so my choices are very well-grounded and conscious. Or sometimes fate takes your hand and makes you write an essay about who will end up being your fav, dethroning Dazai forever). This is why, surprisingly, Oz is my favourite character from PH, followed by Xerxes Break, but if I would have read PH now, I’m sure, absolutely sure, Break would have been my fav. Either way, the immense amount of tears I shed for Break were foreshadowing that, in a different timeline, he would have been indeed my fav...

My experience with PH was that of reading it month by month, chapter after chapter, with the fandom weeping and shouting and theorizing with no end and there was sooooo much to analyze and so many symbols everywhere. And I cried so much, oh gosh, not to even mention when the entire Eliott arc happened, THOSE MONTHS KJFGNKFD. That manga is a gem, especially in later volumes when the artstyle just BLOOMS, and I watched it bloom before my eyes as years passed. I cannot even describe for how many days I cried nonstop when the manga ended. I was there when we first saw Vanitas waving at Oz, as Oz was leaving... Still, when MochiJun went on with Vanitas no Carte, be it for burn-out or other media, I never caught up with the VnC manga and currently struggle to get into the anime. We’ll see how that goes. It’s very different from the PH feel to me.

Sel, you should check out all the PH stuff I reblogged on this sideblog lol. It’s under my #ph tag. But since this blog was created only in 2017, the majority of my PH fandom activity was on other websites or my long-dead accounts till then, so there are not a lot of posts, ironically. I realize there is a lot of................... Break content because of this distance in time (2017 onwards, because I was already........ 21 or so........................... that means.......... yeah the foreshadowing that he would have been my fav was already materializing gkdfsngf)

#Lav answers #Sel #pandora hearts discussion time yesss #my fav manga forever #I wonder if I'll feel as strongly for BSD as I feel for PH <3 #we will see after the series ends... that determines everything

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A Decade After ‘Call Me Maybe,’ Carly Rae Jepsen’s Future Looks Brighter Than Ever

On her new album, The Loneliest Time, how she feels about her signature early hit, and why she’s "the grandma of TikTok"

Rolling Stone • Jodi Guglielmi • August 23, 2022 • Photo: Meredith Jenks

People keep asking Carly Rae Jepsen how she’s doing. After all, between the pandemic and the three-year gap since her last proper album, we haven’t heard much from the pop star lately. “It’s a loaded question,” she says, “and my answer has been complicated.” Jepsen admits she struggled to adjust to life at home during quarantine after years of nonstop touring and recording, and she suffered a family loss during the pandemic that led her to therapy to deal with her grief. “It caused a lot of contemplation,” she says. “Like, ‘Where am I? What decisions have I made to get here? Am I happy?’ Many of those hard questions you have to face one way or another.”

From that time of self-reflection, she birthed her fifth album, The Loneliest Time (due out Oct. 21). But now, on Zoom, sitting in front of a painting made by her aunt and uncle, the answer to the dreaded “How are you doing?” question is clear by the smile on her face. “I’m happy,” she says, later adding with a laugh, “I’m glad I went through those last couple of years — and I don’t want to do it again.”

The Loneliest Time balances real emotions with a sense of light, upbeat energy. How did you find that balance?

Loneliness is a big theme of this album, and the extremes that come with it. It sounds like it has a negative connotation, but when you analyze your loneliness, it can be beautiful. Extreme events can take place because of loneliness, at least in my own life. Running over to your ex’s house in the middle of the night in the pouring rain and screaming, “Let’s start this again” — something happened before those decisions! Even though it’s a sad title, I feel like it’s also uplifting.

What song are you most excited for people to hear?

“Beach House.” It’s the silliest song by far, but it came from such a natural place. Everyone on dating apps has had a horror story or six. You feel vulnerable and often come up disenchanted by the whole thing. I know some people genuinely join apps to find love, but I’m after the people that are in there to play a game with you. They need to be called out.

Are you looking forward to touring again this fall?

I’m going to tell you the nonpolished, honest answer: The reality about touring right now is that it’s not for the faint of heart. Flights are delayed, gear is not arriving on time. I’m borrowing someone’s in-ear [monitors] from the set before because our stuff is still in Minneapolis. It’s a bit of trains, planes, and automobiles to get anywhere. You have to love what you do if you want to tour this year — and luckily, I do. The euphoria of being onstage and being in those moments, sharing the feeling with the crowd … it’s so worth it.

You have a strong LGBTQ+ fan base, and you’re donating $1 from each ticket on this tour to the Ally Coalition. What does that connection with your fans mean to you?

I feel so lucky. When I’m onstage, it feels less about me and more like I’m just a conductor of all this good energy. It changed how I performed; it changed how I thought about everything. I’m trying to create a playful and safe space for anyone to be whoever they want to be. I feel so happy in those moments that I almost feel like I might combust.

What do you like to do in your off time, when you’re not working?

I’ve been on a huge jazz kick, so I can spend an evening just playing my favorite records back and forth. But having those after-sunset conversations with a friend, or more than a friend, where you talk in all directions about everything — that’s just heaven to me. I’ve also made a new goal for myself where I learn to play a new song once a month. That’s been a fun little project.

Is there a song you’re trying to learn right now?

I’m currently learning “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” because I know it’s going to be hard, and I want to have it ready by the holidays so I can play it when everyone is around. I’m also learning Billie Holiday’s “You Go to My Head.”

How about social media? Do you enjoy that at all?

I’m the grandma of TikTok [laughs]. I say this in a small personal-growth way: I’m having more fun with it. I only want it to be a place where I have fun. I don’t want it to be a place of stress, where I feel like I have to post certain things at specific times. I don’t look at it as an outlet of my soul [or] creativity. I’ve heard artists say they can no longer write songs because they use all their creativity to write a good caption. That sounds terrible. I’m still figuring it out.

Most people fell in love with your music during the “Call Me Maybe” era, in 2012. A decade later, do you still feel connected to that song?

I do, which is strange because I’ve sung that song more than most people have sung most songs. There was a definite time when I was like, “Oh, my gosh, this song is scary because it’s so big” — but I’ve shed that pressure. Now, it’s a really fun moment of nostalgia. The crowd takes over. You can’t be in a room with people singing your song and not feel elated. It doesn’t feel like it’s what people are there for anymore, though, and that’s a mini victory for me.

#category: interview #source: rolling stone #album: the loneliest time #tour: so nice #type: link #song: call me maybe #08/23/22 #august 2022 #2022 #🍐#writer: jodi guglielmi #photographer: meredith jenks

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trendywaifus · 2 years

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Heyy can I get some ei kokomi and ganyu cuddle hcs pls :D

ofcc!

— this woman has an idea of what cuddling is but has never gotten to explore it because she herself never had a lover. her main focus was her pursuit to eternity in the plane of euthymia. once she has you and her ideals towards eternity changes for the better, she’ll be open to intimacy albeit hesitant. she’s touch starved too and at first she’s afraid of keeping you close to her because she fears heartbreak and the risk of hurting you. as a powerful archon, even she can’t control her powers sometimes because of creeping emotions that she suppressed long ago.

— she likes to hold you in silence while the both of you are facing each other. ei cannot sleep so she much rather just admire you the whole time which can be funny because you’ll just fall asleep staring into ei’s eyes and you’ll wake up with her STILL staring at you as she fiddles with a strand of your hair.

“ e-ei. .how long you’ve been laying there wide awake? “ your lover quirks a brow at wide awake with a puzzled look on her gorgeous features. “ what do you mean by wide awake beloved? you. .do know that this body does not allow me to get tired and sleep. I’ve been watching you for a while now actually—what? what’s with that look on your face? i didn’t say anything strange, did i? “

— cuddlin with kokomi can be a surreal ass experience. she would literally take you underwater with a small bubble engulfing the two of you just to cuddle. seeing all the pretty fishes and sea creatures circling around you is such a phenomenal sight to see. kokomi relishes at the sight of your amazement every single time. she likes to talk about her connections with the deep sea and describes all kinds of sea creatures she seen.

— needs her daily cuddles for her energy points. nothing feels better than basking in your touch after a long day of nonstop duties and making sure watsumi island is safe for you and her people. like ei, kokomi enjoys drinking in your (beautiful/handsome) features. your peaceful face makes her heart skip in irregular beats. she loves light conversations and you know about counting sheeps? what about counting fish if you can’t sleep??

“ 1 fish, 2 fish, 3 fish—wait that kind of looks like you, kokofish. “ you snorted, pointing at the hydro fish floating in circles over your heads. kokomi giggles, slapping your arm softly. “ oh please (name). why must half of your jokes be about me being a fish? just because i have qualities of one doesn’t mean I’m a fish. “ you bump your nose against hers affectionately. “ so? you literally control water too kokomi! your whole attire screams it all. you have to be sometype of sea creature or maybe a mermaid? no. .that’s a myth. or maybe. . .a water dragon? a fish out of water? “ kokomi says nothing with a fond smile on her lips. she simply guides one of the fish over to you and it nuzzles itself against your cheek. “ or perhaps I’m simply the divine priestess and strategist who happens to be your lover and who also loves to hear your interesting theories about me. “

— this baby adores cuddling with you! when she does, all her worries washes away. it’s just too bad that she is so busy almost all the time. buttt, when it’s time for her to take her afternoon naps, she want you to join her. please do because you can’t refuse that sweet hopeful smile on her face. when y’all find a nice spot to cuddle up, she likes to snuggle herself against your chest with her body resting on top of you. ganyu didn’t want to at first since she was afraid that she will be heavy and you had to do a lot of convincing for her to think otherwise. she just doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

— if ganyu allows you to, please massage her horns or scratch around the base of them! she will absolutely melt because it’s admittedly one of the most relaxing things she can experience; she falls asleep every time. ngl, once she’s sleep, you’re basically trapped because ganyu has a nice ass grip on you. like you never knew this girl would really have it in her to be holding you so tight like this?? yeah she’s an adeptus but damn, you can barely move?? since she also likes to mumble in her sleep, you have to lie there and listen. but it’d be so precious on the flip side.

“ cl. .d .retainer. . .may. .i. .ve. .more. .qingxin. .flowers. . please. .? “ you bit your cheek, stifling back a giggle at ganyu’s request. she wouldn’t dare to indulge herself to a batch of qingxin flowers normally because she’s so afraid of gaining weight. but here she is now, dreaming about treating herself shamelessly to her favorite snack. that’s absolutely adorable, so adorable that you wished to move and hear more of her sleep talking.

#ei x reader #baal x reader #ei genshin #kokomi x reader #genshin kokomi #ganyu x reader #genshin ganyu #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons

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Married Life

Request: Ok, here's my idea. Leonard and reader are newlyweds. They've just gotten back to the Enterprise after their honeymoon for a new mission. Said mission goes south and they're taken hostage and held separately. They come to find out that the "bad guys" are actually after the readers scientific research. To attempt to get information the reader is tortured and they tell Leonard that they've killed his wife. But eventually they both escape and find each other and it gets super fluffy from there.

A/N: Happy very belated birthday, @alyygx !!!!

“Meaningless calculations have never looked so gorgeous.”

You looked over your shoulder as the doors to your lab swished closed behind Leonard.

“Did you just call my life’s work meaningless?” you asked.

“And gorgeous,” he added.

“It is all about looks.” As you turned back to your work, he came to stand beside you. “To what do I owe this surprise visit?”

“I need a reason to visit my wife?”

“You do when it’s the middle of your shift.” You picked up a PADD with your theoretical equations to compare to the experimental values. “Shouldn’t you be healing the sick or pestering the bridge crew with witty one-liners?”

“No, actually.” He wrapped his arms around you. “See we’re married now. I’m obligated to pester you now.”

“I didn’t realize that fell under husbandly duties.”

“It does.” He kissed the side of your head. “And I am fully committed to fulfilling every aspect of my role.”

“You old romantic,” you smiled up at him, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“And Jim wants me to join a landing party.”

“So are you here procrastinating or do you need a scientist?”

“We need a scientist.”

“There’s plenty to choose from.”

“I’ve already chosen.”

“I have a lot of work to catch up on.” You held your data PADD up for him to see. “Somebody wouldn’t let me work for a week.”

“It was our honeymoon.”

“And now,” your words slowed as your attention shifted away from him and back to your work, “we’re back… And I… have work to do.”

“And you’ve been working nonstop since we got back. I don’t think you’ve even slept.”

“I’m really close to a breakthrough here. Just look at this!” You gestured to the containment chamber.

He squinted at the seemingly empty chamber. “I gotta be missing something.”

You pressure a button on the console, revealing an empty mug.

“You-” he moved around the chamber as you pressed the button again, “you created a complete cloak. When did you do this?”

“Last night.” You looked back at the invisible mug. “I can’t figure out how to get it to move with the object. The cloak is completely stagnant.”

“Sounds like you need a break,” he smiled at you through the containment field.

“Okay, fine. I’ll go. But if I die down there before I get a chance to finish my work, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

****

Leanard wiggled his wrists against his constraints, desperately trying to create enough space to pull free. Your screams echoed through the halls. His struggles intensified as your voice grew more strangled. Then it stopped. He didn’t move, waiting for some sign that you were okay.

No such sign ever came. Instead a woman came through the door across from his chair.

She didn’t speak. She just looked at him. Leonard tried to remain composed under her gaze, but the restraints bit into his wrists and ankles and your silence continued and he broke.

“Where is she? Where’s my wife.” He tried to lunge forward. He felt the ties around his left arm loosen but not enough to give him free range of motion. “Let me see her.”

“We did tell you what would happen if you did tell us what we needed to know.” Her voice was calm. Her body relaxed. It was then that Leonard noticed that she was cleaning her hands with a bit of cloth.

The cloth was stained red.

“Let me see her,” he said again.

“If you tell me about the cloaking mechanism, we will let you see her.” She stepped towards him. “You can take her back with you. Give her the honorable send off she deserves.”

“I told you, I don’t know anything about the cloaking research,” Leonard bit out.

She tisked and turned to leave. “I’ll be back in 30 minutes.You can either tell me what I want to know then, or,” she looked back at him, “we can start the real fun.”

The door slid shut behind her with a groan.

The second her foot steps were too far away to hear, Learned went back to trying to free himself. He focused on his left hand, gritting his teeth and pulling as hard as he could. Even with the slack he created it was a tight squeeze. He felt a sickening pop and his hand slipped free. He whimmpered as the pain set in at the base of his palm, but he pushed through. Ridding himself of the rest of is constraints, he got to his feet.

Leonard scanned the room, desperately searching for something, anything, to defend himself with, but he came up empty. He let out a sign and stepped into the hall, armed with nothing but a silent prayer.

He stuck close to the wall, but it wasn’t long before for his path crossed someone else’s. He considered turning back, but before the thought had fully formed in his head he realized he recognized the silhouette at the end of the hall. The bright blue shirt that was tinged red. The hunched shoulders that raised and fell harshly with every heavy breath.

Your name left his lips like a breath of relief.

You spun around, rasing a hand clutched tightly around a knife. The blade glistened with blood.

Leonard wondered if it was your blood or someone elses. He wasn’t sure which was worse.

Your expression softened as your husband stepped towards you. You lowered the knife and your shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.

“You’re not… they told me you were…” Leonard abandoned his sentence and pressed a hand to your cheek.

“We need to move before they find us. Before they realize. They’ll kill you,” you rambled, eyes not meeting his. “We can’t be here.”

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he said to reassure himself more than you.

You took hold of the front of his uniform with your free hand. “Leonard, we need to go. Now.”

“Okay, okay.” He placed a hand on your arm to try and relax you enough to think clearly but retracted his hand when your expression twinged with pain. “Where do you suggest we go?”

Your eyes moved frantically around. “This kind of ship… it’s old, but they usually have ten escape pods. They can hold two people. They are equipped with axillary power, low warp, thrusters, and landing gear.” You spoke like you were resiting a textbook. “When in use by two people the power can last for-”

“Where would they be?” he interrupted to keep you from going to deep into the facts.

You turned in a slow half circle, trying to place yourself in the blueprints you could barely remember. Leonard watched you carefully. You favored your right leg and kept your hand bald in a first.

“That way.” You pointed down a maze of halls.

“Are you sure?”

You shook your head.

“Okay.” He wrapped a supportive arm around you and headed in the direction you had pointed.

Neither of you spoke again until you had made it into the pod.

Leonard hissed as he moved his wounded hand across the consol to detach from the ship. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t say anything until you had entered the coordinates for the last known location of the Enterprise.

“Are you okay?” you finally asked, still focused on the navigation. “What’s wrong with your hand?”

“Dislocated CMC joint. It’ll be a simple fix when we get home.” He eyed you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said simply.

“You sure? Got a pretty tight grip on that knife there.”

You stopped fussing with the console and slowly looked down at your hand like you had forgotten you were holding something.

Leonard put a hand on your back. “Sweetheart?”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Sweetheart, are you-”

You suddenly turned from him, slumping over your armrest and empting the contents of your stomach onto the floor.

Leonard rubbed your back and whispered what he thought were soothing words. When you looked back at him again and he reiterated that you were okay, you let out a broken sob, finally letting go of the knife to cover your face with both hands. As it clattered against the metal ship, Leonard fell apart, openly weaping in a way he haddent for years. He dropped from his seat to the small space between his and your seat. He held onto any part of you he could get a grasp on.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeated the words like a montra between tears.

Your dehydrated, tormented body didn’t have enough strength to keep crying and as your eyes dried and your breath began to even out, Leonards words finally reached your ears.

“This isn’t your fault.” Your voice was hoarse.

Leonard looked up at you with red eyes. “I asked you to come. You wouldn’t have been there, if I hadn’t have asked. They were looking for you. None of this…” he trailed off as you shook your head.

“They had bad intel. Got the insignias mixed up.” The nail of your pointer finger clinked against his badge.

“They… thought I was the scientist? They thought I was you?”

“Why else would they torture me? Torturing the person you want information from doesn’t work. It’s the threat of torture that scares people into talking. As soon as you hurt the person it’s over,” you continued to protect yourself with a wall of facts. Trying to put some space between you and the last few hours to prevent you from breaking down again. “But torturing a loved one can get someone to talk. They cut up me to get to you. It wasn’t a bad plan, but without the proper facts the execution was poor.”

“Why didn’t you tell them?” His fingers danced around the deep wounds that stained your clothes and tinted your skin. “This could have ended so much sooner. Why didn’t you says something?”

You put a finger under his chin to get him to look at your face again. The dried blood on your hand was rough against his skin.

“Don’t you know?”

He shook his head. “Don’t do that. Don’t you ever do that. Do not risk your life to save mine, do you hear me?”

“Doesn’t work that way, dear husband. Not since you married me.”

“I don’t remember self sacrifice being part of your vows.”

You lifted his hand to your mouth and gently placed a kiss to his swollen palm. “Then you should have listened closer.”

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Yb x Male!Reader

Yb is a sleep paralysis demon because why not.

It all started as a child, you were around 5 years old when the creature made its first appearance. You had been in bed, restless after having a bit more candy than your parents knew about. Tossing and turning, you finally felt your eyelids heavy. You had finally gotten comfortable when you saw it. Or him. Standing in front of your door was the tall figure. Bright blue bore into your small form from under the blankets.

You tried to scream, but all that would come out were tiny whimpers. Your eyes widened in fear at the strange person in your room, tears brimmed upwards. He cocked his head, large smile fading from his face as it turned into a frown. Small steps towards you felt like only 2, due to his long stature.

You whined as he lifted his hand towards you. A cold, grey hand touched your cheek. Warm tears fell onto his fingers as you heard him sigh. He wiped your cheeks from the wetness as you closed your eyes in fear. Opening them when you felt the icy digits leave, you saw nothing. He had disappeared.

You got up and cried to your parents, yelling about a strange person in your room. They had come and searched your room top to bottom but didn't find anything, or anyone. They concluded that you just had a nightmare. Whenever you brought it up, you were quickly shut down by the adults, so you stopped talking about the man.

As you grew, he would come every night. You weren't as fear-frozen as you were with him when you were younger, so he would paralyze you so you couldn't escape from his touches. All you could do was watch as he caressed your skin against his own, each and every night.

You tried to rid him, taking medications for nightmares and such prescribed by a doctor, but they never helped. He would always come, with his bright blue eyes. It's as if you were sinking from the sight, into a dark abyss. You tried staying up, indulging in an abundance amounts of caffeine, but it only lasted you a couple of days.

When you moved out, you figured that he would leave you alone. You stayed in that house your whole life, having to endure 20 years of that demon. You thought it was just the house. Oh, how you were wrong. Once you settled into your new apartment, you were ready to sleep in your bed when you felt that familiar feeling.

A wave of coldness washes over your covered body. No. No, no, no. "Please! Just leave me alone!" You tried to move, but he was already in place. Tears fell from your tired eyes. "What do you want from me?!" You screamed at his unmoving form. Saphhire eyes blink. A hand moves up. His fingers point forwards.

"Me?" You sobbed, struggling against invisible bindings. His round head nods, a sharp smile tattooed to his face. "Why?" Moving towards you, you stare angrily into his large eyes. He gazes into yours, head tilted over yours as he stays still before leaning down towards your ear.

"You're mine." His voice cackles. He pulls back in time to see 2 globs of tears fall onto your cheeks. Making an aw sound, he wipes your tears away to caress your cheek once more.

"I hate you." Your words show venom, yet he makes no movements to appease you. He leans down closer, resting his head on your chest as he sits on the floor. Listening to your heartbeat, he traces your collarbone. You cry as he touches you. Loathing seeps from your skin. As the minutes pass, you try and think of something, anything to get this to stop.

"What can I do to make you leave?" You hiccup, eyes wet and sore.

"Nothing." He growls against you, stopping his finger on your skin. Think, think!

"W-what about for a week?" You suggest. He sits up, a look of annoyance on his face.

"Not gonna happen, darling."

"What about a day?!" You plead. He hums, contemplating the thought. Turning towards you, a devious grin has been placed on his face.

"I will leave you alone for a day if you touch me." Touch him? You thought for a second before a disgusted expression traced your face. Touch him. Like that? For one day of freedom?

...

Fine. You were just so exhausted. Let's just make this quick. "Fine." You whispered, already ready to take back what you just said. His grin widened, and for the first time in years you were able to move freely whilst he was in front of you. You shot up and away from him, your back pressing against the headboard as he stood up. He chuckled at your actions as he climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of you.

So now what. You were inexperienced in sex, having only gotten to kissing with companions. You looked towards the man you hate. The man who's made your life exhausting and dreadful for the past 20 years. You really wish you could punch his face.

He had a boner. A growing tent forming in his pants made you look down. "Go on." He beckoned you towards him with a slight thrust of his hips, making you really hate the situation you stuck yourself in. You slowly crawled towards him. Shakey hands unzipped his pants, pulling them down a bit before stopping at his boxers.

You gulped, before pulling them down. His cock sprung free, hard, and pulsating as he stood in front of your face. You forced every tear down, before bending down and taking him inside your mouth.

He moaned at first contact, ruffling a hand through your hair as you took him further. Wanting this to end as fast as it could, you used your tongue to aid in the process. Swallowing him, he moves in and out of your throat. You start to choke, but hold yourself down.

He pants as you awkwardly suck him off for the first time in your life. Watching videos sure did help you, since you weren't total shit at this, supported by rough bucking of his hips against your face. You furrowed your brows in anger before finally lifting your arms up and planting them on either of his thighs, holding him down.

He twitches against your throat, something that makes you feel like throwing up, but you force it down. You're doing this for a night of freedom. A good sleep. You clench his legs as you prepare to choke him down. Licking his shaft, a deep groan leaves his throat, making you shiver.

You pop off him, gasping for air. He doesn't push you back down, which you were thankful for after nonstop minutes of having him inside your throat. You lift a hand from his thigh and start stroking him. Already lubed with your saliva, it makes for easier self-loathing action.

Pumping him faster, he grasps onto your hair and pulls as he releases. Giving you no warning, hot fluid sticks to your shirt as he cries out. His cock twitches in your hand before you let it go, dropping flaccid. You shiver in disgust as you look at your stained shirt.

"You had your fun. Go and don't come back tomorrow." You mumble, standing up to change your shirt. But he obviously had other plans. Before you could even scream, a hand reaches for you, wrapping around your waist before pulling you back onto your bed.

"Let me go! I touched you!" You yelped as he pinned you down, leaning over you with the eyes of an animal. He leaned his head into your shoulder and sniffed, taking in your scent as you pushed against his shoulders.

"Mm.. I just can't get enough of you." His tongue grazed your exposed neck and you whined, praying he wouldn't bite. You had seen how sharp his teeth were. Thankfully he doesn't, pulling his head back up to gaze upon you. "Let me fuck you, darling." He panted.

"N-"

"I'll leave you alone for a week." You thought about it for a second. A blowjob was one thing, but having him stick it in your ass? You sighed, rubbing your eyes with your hands as you nodded. You could sense his grin through your closed eyes. Feeling his cold hands on the waistband of your shorts, you throw your arms down and push his hands away.

"I'll do it myself." You snap, pulling down your shorts and briefs in one quick swipe. He lets you, eyeing your soft cock. Why would you be hard from this? He slides his hands between your thighs, spreading your legs as you stare at the ceiling.

Wetting a finger with his saliva, he settles it before your hole. You could feel him staring, so you look down at the demon. "I've.. Played with it before. So you don't have to go slow." You mumbled, allowing him to push his finger inside. Your cheeks flush at your confession as his finger slides around your hole.

You exhale as he pushes it further, curling his finger before pushing another one inside. "Ah.." It slipped past your mouth, you couldn't stop it. His head snaps up to meet your eyes. He grins, obviously pleased at his work before refocusing on his task. You fume at his reaction. You hated how he could make you feel so good with just 2 fingers.

"Put it in." You wanted this over with. And he complied. Ready with another hard-on, he removes his fingers before suckling on them. Shifting closer, he readies his cock before your hole. You breathe out, preparing for his length as you clench the blankets.

He slides it in slowly, stretching you out. You breathe through it, pain and all. He finally gets inside all the way, leaning over you as he pants. "Darling.." He moans, "You feel so good." He pulls his hips back, before pushing back into you slowly. You grunt as he presses against your insides, his cock twitching inside you.

"Go faster.." You clutch onto the bedsheets, nails digging into your palm as he digs his knees into the bed, gaining stability for the next action. Pulling out, he pounds into you. You moan, unable to contain yourself. Your cock, now hard, pulses with urgency as he pushes himself into your walls. You could feel your close.

Your thighs clench as you release, crying out as you cum. Seed shoots from your tip to his chest, staining his dark shirt. He doesn't seem to mind, just continuing to feed himself from your insides. You gasp as the wind is knocked from you, your hole being abused by a sizeable dick. His hands move to grip your waist, digging into your skin hard as he bites his lip. He plows into you one more time before searing white explodes in you.

He bucks softly, releasing everything he's got, filling you up before pulling out. Cum seeps from your hole onto the bed, but you're too exhausted to care. He falls beside you, heaving for air through his flushed face. Heavy eyelids fall, forcing you to fall asleep before cleaning up.

The next morning you wake up, you notice how he'd cleaned you up before leaving. How thoughtful. The day goes on as expected, ending back at your bed once more. You had gotten comfy, excited at how you weren't gonna see the demon for a week. As you were about to fall asleep, a wave of coldness washes over you.

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