#I’m tired so sorry if I phrased anything wrong

[sketchyface]

I love the Hannibal fandom and I am a Hannigram shipper, but I hate it when people intentionally or unintentionally demonise/mischaracterise the other characters to make Hannigram look better

Like yeah, nearly all characters have done shitty things but most of them aren’t inherently bad people. Just people struggling and not knowing how to deal with it because the situation is complex and/or they’re being manipulated in some way

Hannibal is inherently a more horrible person that the rest of the main cast and that’s fine! You don’t need to make them worse! His morals are fucked and that’s what makes him and Hannigram interesting!

Sorry for the rant, I’m tired and just needed to get this out

Edit: I’ll probably make a longer rant about this in the future, cuz there’s a lot of other shit I want to say

Edit 2: Also if you know any Hannigram fics where the characters aren’t demonised or mischaracterised pls tell me

[astrronomemes]

HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far... or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but... I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just... I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just... really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I... can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”

[talaok]

A little favor

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem! reader

summary: You fucked up a trade and want to make it up to Joel

warnings: smut | dub-con, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, virginity loss, daddy kink, a touch of dacryphilia, dumbification, and a bit self insert

"I'm sorry" you sobbed "I'm so sorry Joel, I swear I didn't see them and when I did it was too late and- and I'm sorry I didn't run in sooner" you were out of breath "I'm so sorry"

Your face was drenched with your own tears, even the sleeves of your shirt were in similar shape.

You had fucked up

Once again, one might add, but that's not the point.

You were supposed to keep guard as he traded some things, you didn't really know what, he never told you what, or anything really.

He just brought you with him and stuck you outside to look out for FEDRA people.

That's how it had been for the past month,

And this time,

it went wrong.

The FEDRA people had in fact come, and you hadn't noticed them until they were practically in front of you.

It was a miracle you had gotten out of there alive

as for the other guy, the guy Joel was trading with... well, he hadn't been so lucky.

And so now here you were, sobbing on his - your- bed, because you had made a mess again, and he had to clean it up.

"I'm sorry"

God, did you never get tired of saying that?

"y/n" his deep voice interrupted your sobs

You looked up at him, or at what you could make out of him from the glassy fog your eyes had become.

"It's fine sweetheart" he raised your chin, settling in front of you.

Another tear escaped your eyes, and you sniffled

"but-" you bit your trembling lip "I was stupid- I was- I was inattentive"

"you should be mad" your voice cracked

But you knew he never did, get mad, and if he did, he certainly didn't let you see it.

You had no idea why, or how, all the men in your life before him (which were just two, your father and your ex-boyfriend) would get mad at the littlest thing, from you spilling some water on the precious - worthless-coffee table to you not understanding something as quickly as they wanted you to.

You weren't the smartest of the bunch, never were.

"at least she's pretty"

that's what everyone always said,

at least she's pretty,

at least she's not gonna realize you're insulting her even when you do it right in front of her, she's not gonna be an engineer but at least she's gonna find a man to take care of her.

"men don't like it when women are smarter than them anyway"

Every single phrase, every word was engraved in your brain,

in your tiny little brain, a mantra you repeated over and over, until inevitably, it became the truth.

It still amazed you how diffrent he was though,

You expected it, at this point, to be called stupid and worthless for the tinies mistake, but he had never as much as raised his voice.

He had never called you names,

he had never laughed at you, or made fun of you, or treated you like you were used to, like you were supposed to.

"I'm not mad"

"why?"

"it was a mistake" he shrugged "it happens"

"it happens a lot to me tough"

"well that's fine" his voice was warm "everyone's diffrent"

You still couldn't wrap your head around it "why are you so nice to me?"

He smiled "I like you"

"b-but I'm-" you avoided his glare "I'm-" you didn't even know how to say it,

how to describe how useless you actually were

"Baby it's fine" his thumb stoaked your cheek.

"what about the cargo?" you asked, raising your head again

"We lost it"

"I'm so sorry" another sob "it's my fault"

The room fell silent

"Can I do anything?"

You saw something happen behind his eyes

"really" you urged " Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"

"I can look for other contraband" you suggested even though both of you knew you had no absolute idea where to look for it "I can-" you were already out of ideas "I can cook dinner"

God that was stupid

He smiled and you wanted nothing more than to be invisible.

"Please tell me what I can do" other tears fled your eyes

"Please daddy"

Shit

You instinctively covered your mouth

You didn't mean to, it had just come out.

You were scared to look up at him, to see the amused grin he would have on his face as he made fun of you in his mind,

but as you wiped the tears off your face, glancing up at him, the only thing you did see, were his eyes darker than you'd ever seen them before.

"I'm sorry" you whispered "I didn't mean to-"

"don't apologize"

"b-but-"

"There is something you could do" his thumb was tracing your jawline as your eyes sparked with excitement

"Really?"

His lips twitched into a grin

"What?"

"well" he was looking at you differently than before "you could do me a little favor"

"anything" you immediately answered, making him chuckle.

"it's more of a personal one" he explained, moving some hair out of your face "more... physical"

You frowned, confused, and he took one of your hands to slowly place it on his crotch.

Oh

"I've never- I've never done that before"

"I can teach you"

You looked up at him, your big eyes hiding under your lashes.

You really wanted to make up for your mistake.

"ok" you murmured

"good girl" he said, as a strange heat pooled between your legs "undo my belt" he ordered, and you looked at him hesitantly before obliging, your nervous fingers fumbling with the buckle for a moment before you were able to undo it.

You looked up at him for approval and he only nodded, urging you to keep going.

So you did, you undid his zipper and slowly pulled his pants down.

Something hard was straining against his boxers, you could see the tent that had formed.

"Don't be scared sweetheart" he reassured you, and you gulped as you timidly pulled his underwear down.

Oh wow

It was big,

not that you had any means of comparison but it definitely looked big.

He must have noticed your eyes widening because he said "don't worry baby, I'll go slow"

You nodded, hesitantly taking it in your hands

"w-what do I do?" you asked, looking up at him, and you felt his member twitch in your palms.

"oh baby you're so precious" he groaned, and you genuinely didn't know if it was a compliment or not.

"you just have to open your mouth,"

You did it

"just like that baby, perfect" he praised

"and put it in"

You looked at his threatening dick and then at him, fear clear in your iris.

How was all that gonna fit?

"It's gonna fit" he read your mind "don't you trust me?"

You did.

You trusted him more than anyone.

And so you did it, you widened your mouth even more, and took him in, looking at him questioningly once your lips were wrapped on not even half of his shaft.

He groaned nonetheless "that's good baby, you can move now"

You did, you started experimentally bobbing your head up and down, and according to his heavy breathing, you seemed to be doing a fairly good job.

"hollow your cheeks for me baby"

You obeyed and were rewarded with a loud groan

You looked up at him, your eyes evidently asking -is this good?-

“That’s good” he breathed, his hand going to the back of your head “that’s good baby, keep going”

The room filled with a lewd noise as your lips and chin soaked with saliva.

You forced yourself to take more of him in, but your jaw was begging you to stop.

You tried to lean away but his hand didn’t let you.

“Go deeper baby”

You peeked at him worryingly

“You can do it, sweetheart”

“Don’t you wanna make it up to daddy?”

You hummed in agreement around his cock,

of course you did.

"then be good and choke on it"

you could feel your heart beating in your ears, but you ignored it as you did what he said, taking all of him in, until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag softly.

A tear fled your eye, but this time it wasn't because of an emotion, it wasn't fear or patheticness, no, it was just reflexes, and for once, you liked it.

"that's it" he breathed "that's my good girl" he said, and you found yourself involuntarily rubbing your thighs together, desperate for some friction.

"fuck- that's it baby" he hissed as you kept moving your head, careful of every movement "that's it- keep going"

" 'knew you could take all of me baby" his fingers grazed your chin, as his eyes somehow darkened some more "do you think you could take daddy inside of you?"

His hand left your head and you leaned away

"inside?"

wasn't this already inside?

He seemed pretty inside to you.

"yes baby inside"

he leaned down to get closer to your face.

His fingers found your bare thighs, and danced until they were at the hem of your skirt

"do you think you could take me in your pretty pussy?" he explained better, and your mouth gaped open in surprise,

the real surprise was that your jaw was still able to do that after all that work.

"but-"

"be a good girl for daddy" you felt his digits get under your skirt as he breathed against your mouth "it's just a small favor"

"I've never-"

"I know baby" he pushed you onto the bed "But don't worry, I'll take care of everything" he promised, crawling on top of you "I'll take care of you"

he kissed your neck, a whimper fleeing your mouth "I'll make you feel really good" his quick hands freed you of your shirt and bra before you could even register it, and just after a few moments there went also your skirt and panties.

He hissed as he took you in.

"You've got such a pretty body sweetheart," he said as he kissed it all over "wish I could just stare at it all day" it tickled when he kissed your belly "touch it all day" he murmured against your skin "fuck it all day"

You whimpered as his mouth got inches from when you needed it the most, but he leaned away, taking off his own shirt and stepping out of his pants.

"so pretty" he mumbled as he used your legs to bring you closer to the edge of the bed.

He spit onto your cunt and you hissed, the cold sensation taking you by surprise.

His finger slipped between your folds, coating his digits with your liquids.

He groaned "such a pretty pussy baby"

"here" he drew his finger towards your mouth "taste yourself"

You could feel your cheeks color, but you did it nonetheless, tasting yourself around his finger.

He grinned at the sight "good girl" he hissed as he retracted his finger, and used the hand instead to position his dick at your entrance.

"stay still baby" he grabbed your hip, and you froze.

You could feel his tip graze at your entrance and it both excited you and terrified you.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip, bracing yourself for the inevitable pain.

"no look at me baby" he urged "keep those pretty eyes on me when I'm inside you"

"o-ok" you whispered, and he smiled

"god you're such a good girl" he said, as finally, he pushed himself in, or better, his tip in, and as you felt like a volcano had just erupted inside your body, you winced loudly in pain.

"I know baby" he cooed

no, you don't

You felt a tear travel from the corner of your eyes down to your temple.

He kept going, making you gasp in pain again, your hand gripping the sheets.

"It's-It's too big daddy" you cried out

"no it's not" he didn't give your pleads importance as he kept going, slowly but surely "You can do it, baby"

"I- I can't"

"yes you can" he stated "be a good girl and take it all for daddy"

"b-but it hurts" another tear

"it's gonna feel better after" he promised "trust me"

"daddy" your voice cracked as a sob came through

"come on sweetheart you almost did it"

" 's too much" you cried

"sh- sh- sh" he shushed you wiping some tears off your face " do it for me baby " he said, "you said you wanted to make it up to me"

"I-I do"

"then do" he cocked an eyebrow, and you nodded, sniffling.

"good girl" he praised, as he took your waist and with one harsh move, thrust fully into you.

"see" he admired his cock so deep inside of you "knew you could do it" he smiled at you before retracting his hips, briefly noticing the blood on his dick, and then slamming it back in.

"oh my god" you moaned

"fuck" he grunted " got such a tight pussy baby," he said, developing a rhythm as weak shocks of pain mixed with overwhelming ones of pleasure.

"knew it would be good" he kept talking through labored breaths "just like you sweetheart" he grabbed your hips more harshly as he slammed into you mercilessly now "always so obedient" he purred " so good for me"

"knew you'd take me well"

"knew you'd have such a perfect little pussy"

He bent down and to your surprise, he kissed you, messily and sloppily, but heavenly nonetheless.

"daddy" you whimpered, your back arching against the bed

"It's like it was made for me" he grunted " just designed to have only me in it" he hissed "to be mine"

"is it mine baby?"

"y-yes" you nodded, all the pleasure fogging your brain "it's yours, daddy- all yours"

He kissed you again "and what about you?" he asked, his hips still working like it was his life-long duty to slip you in fucking half "are you mine, sweetheart?"

"yes" you whined

"You're my good girl?" his hand found your clit and you gasped, a breath getting stuck in your throat "you'll do anything I want you to?" he asked, "when I want you to do it?"

"yes daddy-yes"

"that's my girl" he smirked, as you felt a weird pressure form in your stomach.

"so if I tell you that I wanna come inside you're gonna let me right?" he asked breathlessly "because you're my good little girl and I can do anything I want with you?"

"mh-mh" you nodded mindlessly

"that's right baby," he said "I can feel you're coming"

"your pretty walls are squeezing me"

"do you wanna come?"

"yes!" you moaned "yes please daddy "

He crashed his lips with yours "then come all around me sweetheart"

[amirasainz]

Hi literally get so excited when you update! Can you write one where charles x alexandra x reader where charles and alex are away for an event and forget that it's the reader birthday ans only remember when someone tells them birthday it and they try and make it up to her.

Hi loves. I hope you enjoy this little piece. Let me know what you think. Comments are always apreciated!I'm sorry,but the Sydney Sweeny picture was perfect, so I had to include it😉

Also, question (and please answer me that in the comments), does anyone read what I write before the story? Like the little message here? I'm just curious❤️

Enjoy reading and send me requests!!❤️

-XoXo

The Birthday disaster

You couldn’t believe it. They weren’t here. They didn’t call, text, or even send you a freaking letter. Your own boyfriend and girlfriend forgot your birthday. And not just any birthday, it was your 21 birthday. Instead of celebrating with Alex, Charles, and all of your friends in a vibrant club, you were sitting on the balcony of your apartment. Despite the cold wind hitting your bare skin mercilessly, thanks to the cute short dress you wore today, you couldn’t bring yourself to walk back inside.

Of course, your friends tried to get you to come out with them to celebrate your birthday properly. But it just hurt too much, and to be honest, your mind was too tired and sad for any kind of festivity.

When Charles and Alex first informed you about the event hosted by one of Alex’s friends, they eagerly asked you to join them. Unfortunately, your job didn’t allow you to tag along, which both of them understood. However, they promised you that they would return today at around 5 o’clock. To be honest, you thought they had something special planned for your birthday. But last night, at around 11 pm, you received a text from Alex, informing you that they would be staying longer in Venice, where the event was held.

At first, you thought this was some kind of joke. Maybe they wanted you to think that they weren’t able to celebrate with you, only to surprise you with a birthday party. But sadly, when you woke up this morning, nothing happened. Throughout the day, there was complete silence between you and them.

Your group of friends, who had been with you a few hours ago to at least celebrate your birthday a little bit, tried to convince you to go out and party with them. Before you could agree, you got a notification from Instagram. You were tagged quite often in a post showing Alex and Charles at the event. They looked so happy and carefree, making you feel even more numb.

Despite their best efforts, your friends left after half an hour, after you reassured them with phrases like “Yes, I will take care of myself,” “Yes, I will call you if I need anything,” and “No, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m completely fine.” They knew you were anything but fine; however, they also knew that you needed to be alone right now.

So here you are, sitting alone in the cold with your only companions being the vodka bottle you brought with you and the relentless wind hitting your skin. “Happy fucking 21st birthday to me, I guess,” you muttered to yourself, staring out at the sea.

“Oh my god, Lisa. You truly outdid yourself,” complimented Alex, her friend. And it was true. The event was filled with beautiful flowers and lights, giving the room a fairy-like appearance. The soft glow of the lights reflected off the petals, creating a magical ambiance that made everyone feel like they had stepped into an enchanted garden. Charles, who stood next to his girlfriend, only brought her closer to him and said, “Yeah, I have to agree. I’m 100% sure YN would have loved it.” “You are so right, love. I wish she was here with us,” agreed Alex, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

“Wait, I’m confused. So there is nothing wrong between you guys and YN?” asked Lisa, her brow furrowed in confusion. Alex and Charles shared a look with each other, both of them equally puzzled. “No, why would there be anything wrong with us?” Alex replied, her tone defensive. “Oh, I just thought you had a fight and this is the reason why you are here and not with YN today. But I must have been wrong…” Linda’s voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She shared a look with her partner Mary, both of them realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Wait, stop. Pause. Why would we be with YN tonight? You invited us to your event and we are here. I don’t get what’s going on right now,” said Alex, her frustration mounting. It felt like Mary and Lisa knew something she and Charles didn’t. Mary, who was now also becoming more annoyed with how the two of them acted before them, didn’t take any nonsense from Alex.

Without hesitation, she looked straight into Alex’s eyes and told her with an ice-cold voice, “Well, we weren’t expecting you to show up today because we thought that you would be busy celebrating YN’s 21 birthday today. But from the looks of it, it seems like you forgot your own girlfriend’s birthday. So don’t talk to us with that rude tone of yours. At least we remember each other’s birthdays.” With that, Mary took Lisa by the hand and left, leaving Alex and Charles standing there in stunned silence.

Alex and Charles were left behind, both staring at the space where the couple used to be a few seconds ago. Both of them felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over them. How could they forget their own girlfriend’s birthday? Turning on their phones, they saw the flood of messages they had received from not only their fans but also their friends, YN’s friends, and their families. Each message was a painful reminder of their oversight.

“We messed up so badly,” muttered Charles, looking at Alex with a pained expression. The woman could only nod, still speechless. Charles took her arm and gently but firmly led her out of the room. “We have to go to her. ASAP,” Alex told Charles, who was already a step ahead of her and had their jackets in hand. With that, the couple left the event, both feeling a deep sense of remorse. How could they forget their girl’s birthday?

As they hurried to their car, Alex’s mind raced with thoughts of how to make it up to YN. She knew it would take more than just an apology to mend the hurt they had caused. Charles, too, was lost in his thoughts, thinking of ways to show YN how much she meant to them. They both knew that they had a lot of making up to do, but they were determined to do whatever it took to make things right.

At around 1 am, the couple finally arrived home. The ride back had been silent, the air in the car feeling oppressively thick, making it hard to breathe. They parked their car in the garage and, without hesitation, jumped out of the vehicle, racing towards the elevator. The few minutes it took to reach their front door felt like an eternity, each second stretching painfully.

When they entered the apartment, everything was shrouded in darkness. A figure sat on the balcony, barely visible in the dim light. Charles immediately sat next to YN, while Alex kneeled in front of her. YN didn’t even look at them before taking a gulp from the nearly empty bottle of vodka. “Hey love, I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” whispered Charles, gently trying to take the bottle away from the now 21-year-old girl.

YN shook her head, her voice trembling as she reminded them, “No. NO, you do not get to tell me what I can and cannot do. Not after you forgot about me.” “Baby, we didn’t forget about you,” Alex tried, her eyes already filling with tears. YN only laughed, her own tears streaming down her face. “No, Alexandra. You do not get to tell me that after you forgot my birthday, and you certainly don’t get to cry.” “Ok, let’s all calm down,” Charles attempted again, his voice soothing but firm.

“No Charles! I don’t want to calm down. You both forgot about me. You two promised me that something like this would never happen to us. You promised me that you would always love me. You promised me that the age gap didn’t bother you when we started dating when I was 19. But look at us. You already broke one of your promises. How can I be sure that you won’t break another one?” With that, YN broke down in tears. Her whole body shook with the force of her sobs, her head held in her hands.

Charles and Alex immediately moved to comfort her. “YN, breath. We are so freaking sorry. I guarantee you, we didn’t mean for something like this to happen. We were all so busy with our jobs and social lives that we didn’t mean to forget something so important,” Charles began, his voice filled with regret.

Alex took YN’s head into her hands, gently wiping away her tears. “We love you more than anything in this world. You are our air and our heart. And we will apologize for the rest of our lives if we have to,” she said, her voice breaking with emotion. YN only whispered, “I love you guys too.” Alex didn't hesitate before kissing her girlfriend. after a moment the they pulled apart.

Charles turned her face towards him, speaking softly, “And we didn’t lie when we told you the age gap didn’t bother us. And we certainly didn’t lie when we promised you that we would always love you, ok?” After YN nodded, Letting Charles also kiss her. This kiss was filled with as much love as Alex, just a bit more urgently but still gentle. After their kiss, the three of them cuddled close to each other, finding solace in their shared warmth.

It would take some time before everything was alright between the three of them again. But for now, sitting together and watching the city lights flicker in the distance was the perfect way to start healing.

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 31 | Gangbang - Pantalone, Tartaglia, Pierro, Dottore, and Scaramouche

Kinktober Masterlist

AFAB Reader

Word count: 4,791

18+, dubcon/noncon, manipulation, lovebombing, blowjobs, vaginal sex, rough, spanking, gangbang, reader ends up spending a lot of time with Pantalone, not proofread

A/n: just a quick note, lovebombing and isolating (as well as guilt triping) are real tactics used by abusive people, remember that this is a dark fic and this is not sexy irl. Also, it's 4:41 am. This will be posted in about 3 hours. I rushed to get this done in time so the last third is rushed. I might go back and edit it.

You walked in the streets of Monstadt. You swallowed and tried to keep down the building sobs. Blurred colors filled your eyes, but it was easy enough to tell where you were going.

You looked down and shook your head. You were okay. Everything was okay. Don't cr-

A sudden force slammed into you. Or probably the other way around. You stepped back and focused on the person you bumped into. You hadn’t realized you had started walking faster with each thought.

He had long black hair and glasses on a thoughtful face. The accessories he wore looked fairly expensive. Overall, his appearance was a unique blend of beautiful and handsome.

“Sorry. I guess I wasn’t looking.” You turned your face away. You didn’t want him to see the tears in your eyes.

His eyebrows raised. “Is something wrong?”

"It's nothing." You take a breath in, but it turns into a sniffle.

He hummed and watched you for a moment. He began to walk. “Follow me.”

“Huh?” You look at him.

He paused his walk to look back at you. “I’m going to treat you. Good Hunter’s?”

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Why would you do that?”

He smiled. “Do I need a reason?" He sighed. "But, if you don't want to, I suppose I'll have to go alone."

You guessed it wouldn't hurt. "Okay."

You followed him and sat across from him. He inquired about what you wanted and bought it for you. You felt the stares of passers by, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. The delicious flavor of the food helped to calm you down. But now that you were calm, you were tired.

You were a little over half way done with your meal when he said something again.

"Is everything alright?"

You shrug. You just met him, but you really wanted to get it off your chest. It was killing you to have no one to vent to. To just listen and be there for you. It wouldn't be the end of the world if you told a stranger you'd probably never meet again.

You let out a heavy breath. "I… lost someone important to me."

It hurt to even think about, but it felt good to finally say it. Like a literal weight had been lifted.

He nodded with an apologetic smile. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that.”

You nodded and your eyes rested on the food that was growing cold. Your hands rested on either side of the plate. “It’s,” you swallow, “not nice.”

“As I would expect.” He sat back and glanced up at the sky. “If you could say anything to the gods right now, what would it be?”

You freeze at the sudden unrelated question. Confusion turned into contemplation as you genuinely considered the question. You turn it over in your mind until one phrase solidifies itself in your mind.

“It’s not fair.” You take another bite and chew.

“Unfortunately, life isn’t fair.”

“It shouldn’t have to be,” you mumble.

“You’re right.”

You look up at him. He wasn’t giving you a lecture. Or telling you that it was just the way things were. Like you were used to.

“It’s a terrible thing that shouldn’t have happened to you,” he added. There was a sadness in his eyes. “If you could have anything, materialistic at least, to make you feel better, what would it be?”

You thought for a moment. It would be something to distract you. Something you loved. You answered with something you wanted for your hobby. Slowly you elaborated. Why that item would distract you and be fun. Why this made you so happy and everything about it that you thought was cool. And he listened. For a little bit, you forgot your troubles. You felt better.

Eventually, you had to part ways

Later, you find a package at your door and open it up to find the thing you mentioned and a letter.

You opened the letter. It said, "I saw this on sale and thought of you. I hope it brings you joy and that you feel better soon." From there it asked a few questions about your hobby. It ended with the signature. "-Pantalone, Regrator" There was also a return address.

The Fatui Harbinger? Was that who you spent your afternoon with? It would explain the stares. Your temporary shock of fear was replaced with comfort. Despite the things you'd heard about the Fatui, he was so kind and truly seemed to understand you.

You hugged the letter as gently as you could. A huge grin appeared on your face when you looked back at your present. You scooped it up on your arms and walked inside.

Pantalone walked down the halls. Back in Sneznaya for instruction from the Tsarita. Your letter in his pocket. He'd write a reply that evening and send it off. It was quite a treat meeting you.

He couldn’t help but smile. Apparently it was noticed.

“What are you smiling about? Swindle someone out of their money?” Tartaglia, who had been walking in the opposite direction, said.

“No,” he said, smile ever present. “I simply found a cute, little person.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’d like you to come with me back to Sneznaya.”

It’d been a few months since you started exchanging letters. Those letters and kind words and small gifts were the best things in your life. They filled you with so much joy each time you received them, even more so when you read that he was visiting again. You barely restrained yourself from hugging him. He put his hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. And during your conversation, he mentioned wanting you to come back with him.

“I think you’d like it, but you’d best bring your best coat.”

“Mmm.” You bit your lip. “I don’t know.”

“I’d like it if you would. It’ll only be for a little bit.” He watched you. “Is there anything you need to stay here for?”

You bit harder. Your eyes rested on the ground. You didn’t… have a reason not to go. And it would probably be fun, right?

And now you were there. In a world of stark, cold white. The only color was in the city you finally arrived in.

Sneznaya was about as cold as you expected. What you didn’t expect was exactly how hard it was to handle the cold. You shivered in your heaviest coat you owned. Thankfully, Pantalone noticed your state and draped his large coat over you.

He showed you the markets. Your eyes lit up at the sight. All of the different things for sale. He noticed whenever something caught your eye and bought It for you. You always told him that you didn’t need them, he insisted. He would have shown you more, but you were too cold for it. He offered to let you stay inside the rest of the day and you accepted.

You walked side by side to somewhere he promised would be warmer. On the way, a red haired man locked eyes with you. He looked between you and Pantalone and walked up. You shrank away, nearly tempted to step behind Pantalone.

“Hey,” he casually waved.

“Childe,” Pantalone stopped in his tracks.He stared at the intruder with his lips pressed into a thin line with a strained smile. This was the first time you’d ever seen him like that. “Hello. To what do we owe the honor?”

“I just wanted to welcome you back and welcome your friend here,” he turned his gaze to you. “Is this your 'cute, little person' you were talking about?”

Despite the cold, your face burned.

"I've heard many great things about you." He winks.

You shrank back in embarrassment with an awkward smile.

“Don't pay him any mind,” Pantalone said. "This is Childe, the eleventh Harbinger."

Your eyes widen and look him up and down.

"You look like you've never seen a Harbinger before," he teased.

"I just wasn't expecting it," you said.

"What? Do I not look like one-?"

"Childe, as much as I appreciate your friendly manner," Pantalone sharply inhaled, "we best get going."

"I'll join you," Childe said, walking beside you.

"Really? Don't you have things you need to get done?" You were fairly certain the life of a Harbinger was busy

"I got time."

"Joy," Pantalone said quietly.

"Glad you think so," Childe said.

You snorted. Childe's mischievous smile grew and he patted your shoulder. You turn your head to Pantalone. Every time you were happy he seemed to share in the joy. But his expression stayed the same. Almost looking at you with… disappointment. Or anger. He turned his gaze in front of him, leaving you to wonder if you had imagined it. Or maybe you misinterpreted it. Or maybe he was just mad at Childe. That was probably it.

Childe made some light conversation on the way there. Eventually you entered a fairly large building. Thank the the Archons it was warm inside, or at the very least warmer. Near the entrance was a room with a fireplace. You rush to it and stand by the fire. Rotating your hands. You backed your hands away and rubbed them when they felt like they were burning from the sudden temperature change.

You looked around the room. There was no one there. However, you heard, who you believed to be, Childe walking in the next room.

You sat on the couch closest to the fire while rubbing your arms. The furniture looked expensive. The couch's wood frame was smooth and reflected light like glass. The fabric was white and accented with images of flowers.

Childe came back with a cup that steamed. With a free hand he took a blanket from a stack. He walked up and handed them to you.

"Thank you, Childe" you said.

"No problem. You're one of the few guests here in a while. And call me Tartaglia." He sat down next to you.

You looked around the room again. "Where did Pantalone go?"

"Oh, probably went off to get some records, or maybe to count his stacks of money again," Childe said lightheartedly.

You nodded. You would have liked it if he told you before leaving. You shiver again as a cold settles in your bones.

You would have started a conversation, but you couldn’t think of much to say. You took a sip from the cup.

"So," Childe took the initiative, "how did you and the banker meet?"

"Oh, I was walking and happened to bump into him. In Monstadt," you added.

"That's all?"

"Well, I guess we talked a little bit, over some food, and we started sending letters."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "He's never that friendly with anyone else. Then again, you are attractive." He smirked.

You shrank into yourself slightly and smiled. "Oh, we're just friends, but thank you for the compliment."

"I was just telling the truth." He leaned back and stretched his arms. He let them rest on the back frame of the couch. "But seriously, I'm surprised you were actually brave enough to come to Sneznaya. And that you would call a Harbinger a friend."

"Is there a reason why someone wouldn't?" You tilted your head.

Childe held back a laugh and covered his mouth before waving his hand. "You know what everyone thinks of us. Everyone always assumes the worst when it comes to the Fatui."

"Yeah. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt and took a chance and you and Pantalone turned out to be really nice." You smiled but it quickly faded. "If only my friends and co-workers could do the same."

"Hm?" He scooted in closer and looked genuinely interested.

You continued. "The second they found out, they never liked it. They keep telling me it's a bad idea and that I need to stay away, but those letters were the best thing that happened to me and they don't even want to think about the fact that they might be wrong. All they care about is that it's the Fatui and keep-" Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey." He put his hands on your shoulders.

He pulls you in for a hug, taking your drink and setting it down, and you accept. Holding him close. The arms around you felt like anchors and more comforting than the warmest blanket. You feel yourself melt.

"There, there." He patted your back.

"I haven't even talked to them in a while," you curl in closer. "Why can't they let me have this?"

"I don't know, but you did the right thing. A true friend would want you to be happy. If they tell you to stay away from something that makes you happy, they're bad friends."

The tears fall faster. Your body shakes in small tremors. The whole time, Tartaglia rubs your back and comforts you. It felt so nice. Like all of your problems had evaporated.

You didn't even notice when you fell asleep.

Someone nudged you awake. Your eyes drifted open. You heard footsteps then saw Pantalone. You immediately sit up.

"Have you warmed up yet?"

You barely even nodded when he started talking again.

"Good. Follow me. Unless you haven't rested enough."

Your face burns again and you nearly run to follow him. You quickly waved goodbye to Tartaglia.

"See you." He waved back.

Pantalone led you to an office. You sat while he organized and signed papers. He showed you the trinkets he collected. He then led you to a library. The bookshelves stretched to the height of the ceiling. You had once been in the library of the Knights of Favonius, but this library was so much bigger.

"I'm going to the Tsarita to receive instructions. Stay here until I get back."

"You're leaving again?" Your disappointment leaked into your voice.

He sighed. "As much as I'd like to spend all of my time with you, I still have responsibilities. I doubt the Tsarita would be pleased if I brought someone she did not permit. Afterwards, you can join me for any other task."

You sucked it up and nodded.

The Harbinger seemed content and left, leaving you with nothing better to do than read. You skimmed the titles. Picking up a few and reading a few lines.

In your search for something that peaked your interest, you looked up and saw someone watching you. A short boy in a funny hat. You wondered why he was staring at you, then you remembered Tartaglia mentioning something about not not a lot of guests.

You tried to ignore his gaze, but it was difficult.

He walked up to you. His sharp eyes judged you up and down. You shrank back in confusion.

"So it's you," he finally said.

"What about me?"

"You're the one Regrator's been wasting his time on."

You stood there awkwardly and hugged the book you'd been holding.

"I can't imagine why. Are you some toy of his? Something he finds interesting?"

"I'm not a toy, I'm his friend," you shot back, with some anger.

He looked at you with doubt. His eyebrows raised slightly and examining your expression.

You took a breath. "Did he talk to everyone about me?"

"No. Rumors and hearsay fly." He turned away. "And the fact that idiot Childe must have met you. For how much he talked my ear off about you, I was expecting more."

You shook your head and stared at the ground. "I honestly don't understand why they like me so much too."

He grins and snorts before walking away.

Shortly, Pantalone came back. You walked side by side with him down the hall.

"Someone I hired is securing a room for you to sleep in. They'll come to show you to your room by the end of the day," Pantalone said.

You nodded. "Thank you."

You glanced back in front of you and noticed someone walking the opposite direction in the hall. A large man with silvery white hair.

He noticed you as well. He stopped in front of the two of you and Pantalone stopped too.

"Hello, Pierro. Fancy running into you."

"Hello, Regrator. Who is this with you?" He turned his gaze to you and you suddenly felt very exposed.

“This is my guest. I met them in Monstadt.”

You introduced yourself.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Pierro said with a smile. “I assume this is your first time in Sneznaya. What do you think?”

“I think it’s very pretty,” you said. “And impressive, but it’s a little cold for me.”

He glanced down at your clothing. You remember you’re still wearing Pantalone’s coat. “You should get a heavier coat for yourself.”

“I was going to get them one tomorrow,” Pantalone interjected.

Pierro nodded. “I have to go now. Sneznaya welcomes you. You can stay for however long you want, and if you need anything, just come see me.”

You both said goodbye and continued on your way. You wore a bright smile. Everyone seemed to really like you.

It had been months since then. When you got home, the people in your life exploded at you for going to Sneznaya. Telling you how dangerous it was. How you could have been killed. Why would you go with a Harbinger? To never do that again. Were you insane? Did you have a death wish?

Your final cord of patience snapped. You flew into a rage. Every angry thought you ever had about them erupted out of you. Why were they so concerned about this? Why were they suddenly so concerned about you? Why did they suddenly have to poke their goddamn noses in your business? Why couldn’t you go where you wanted? Why couldn’t you be friends with who you wanted to? Since when did all of the people you talked to have to be approved by them? Why couldn’t you just be happy? Did they want you to be miserable? Why couldn’t they just see you were happy and leave you alone?

You completely cut them off after that. And they finally left you alone. It was great. Until there was no one around you. The loneliness ate at you like a disease. Everyday felt so bleak and gnawed into your chest. And you couldn’t tell why. All you knew was that you wanted someone. The only good things in your life were the letters. Childe and Pierro were sending some now, though Pierro’s came less often. They were your only joy and lit up your world, filled that hole in your chest, even if it was only temporary. You longed to see them again, to talk to them more.

Eventually, it was suggested that you move to Sneznaya. There was a job they could guarantee you would get too. You would have everything you wanted, you could actually see them every single day. You didn’t like the cold, but that was a small sacrifice to make in order to be closer to them.

You didn’t get to see each of them every day, as they sometimes left for missions the Tsarita gave them, but there would always be at least one. You later come to learn that the person you met in the library was Scaramouche, the sixth Harbinger. You also came to meet other Harbingers you’d never met before, such as the Doctor, who you occasionally interacted with.

It was Autumn now. Though, not that you could tell. In Sneznaya there were no trees that changed colors, or signs of the final harvest for the year. The only sign was that it became colder. And you told this to your new friends. About the things you missed. It hurt, but you were happier now.

You got to learn about Sneznayan traditions too, which were always interesting to learn. Apparently, during mid Autumn, instead of indulging in a harvest, the Sneznayans told ghost stories and terrifying tales. They also had activities that were a test of courage of sorts, where an individual or group would have to walk through an area where people would scare them. It sounded so much fun, but you were heartbroken to hear it was done outside and in the dark. It would be too cold for you to want to stay out for long.

On the night that was the height of storytelling and spooking others, the five Harbingers you were the closest to invited you to see a surprise. The entire room was decorated in a way that mixed tradition from where you were from with yours. Spooky decorations that featured a lot of orange. There were large plates of food for you to choose from, and there were games that were nearly identical to the ones you played at home. It was like a party, just for you and them.

The more reserved ones like Pierro and Pantalone didn’t play any of the games, instead would stand by the cider barrel and talk and tell you stories. Scaramouche and Dottore would play games if they got competitive about it.

It was so much fun, and you felt so happy. But, something about it didn’t feel right. There was something strange about there only being six people in a place that looked like it should have been open to more people. Like an actual party. They’d done a lot for you, but this too? There was a small discomfort in you knowing they imported all of this from Monstadt and attended just for you. Like you were in debt.

During the night, when the hour hand nearly pointed directly up, they had another surprise. They manage to get someone to move one of those test of courage things inside. Just for you.

There were several genuine scares. They made you jump into the closest person and cling onto them. The entire time they crowded around you, making you feel claustrophobic, like it was hard to breathe.

When it was over, you all piled into a lounge. Sitting on the couches and laughing with each other. Was it your imagination, or was everyone staring at you?

You sat next to Tartaglia. Having a conversation between him and someone else on the other couch. You freeze briefly when you notice his hand on your thigh. You brush it off. He was always a little touchy around you. Nothing strange about it. But he squeezes, and you try to swallow down a lump.

You heard your name being called and it pulled you out of your daze. From Pantalone’s tone, you guessed this wasn’t the first time he said your name.

“Come over here,” he said.

You excuse yourself to Tartaglia and walk over. You sit next to Pantalone. There’s a conversation, you were exchanging words, but it was hard to hear once he started rubbing your shoulder with his thumb. The blood rushed in your ears. Why was your body reacting like this? There was nothing weird about this.

He guides you onto his lap, and in your confusion you do it without thought. You sat there stiffly. His hands were all over you.

“Your mind seems to be elsewhere.” He pulled you closer in. There was something pressing into your butt. “Did you enjoy our surprise?”

“Yes,” you said. Much more quietly than usual.

“Did it make you tired?” He teased. His lips grazed against your neck

The other Harbingers seemed to move in closer. You suddenly felt so small.

“Yes,” you said.

“Poor thing,” Dottore said.

Pantalone’s hand wandered into the inside of your thigh. He messaged your leg. His other hand stroked every inch of you that wasn’t sitting on him. His lips were on your neck. Someone’s hand touched your hair. He whispered in your ear.

You shrank away from all contact, adjusted yourself, and closed your legs. Pantalone’s hand clenched.

“What’s wrong?” His other hand held your neck. “I thought we were friends.”

“We are,” you said. “But I don’t feel comfortable with this. I-” Tears start to well up. You look around the room for someone to back you up. They only stared back.

“Why so cold? And after everything we’ve done for you. Do you not care? Were you just going to take my money and run?” The hands grew slightly tighter.

“No. Of course not,” you plead.

“Then can’t you do one thing for us?”

You’re not sure why, but you find yourself nodding. He continues where he left off. His fingers pushed on and rubbed your pussy through your clothes. You shift uncomfortably.

Someone sits down beside you, making the cushions and you bounce. It was Tartaglia. He smiled at you. He takes your arm, his hands rub and squeeze as they go down. He holds your hand in his, close to his face as he leaned in closer. He kissed your knuckles. You stared into his eyes.

A gloved hand grabs your chin and turns your head. Pantalone pressed his lips onto yours in a stolen kiss. You froze. He pressed further, tightening his grip until it hurt. You kiss back. It was a soft, sensual kiss, at least you thought it was. It was also greedy. And it only made you feel cold.

He finally pulls away and you gasp for air and want to wash your mouth with soap.

Pantalone tugs on the clothes covering your chest.

“Take it off.”

You do what he says, pulling it over your head. Suppressing the urge to cover up. Trying to forget everyone watching you. That seemed to make him happy and he kissed your cheek.

Scaramouche stood up and walked to you. He grabbed you by the hair, forcing you to lean forward.

“Are you just going to hog them the whole time?” Scaramouche said.

“Fine.” Pantalone shrugged and let go of you.

Scaramouche pulled you off of his lap and on your knees on the floor. Before you could comprehend anything else, a dick was against your lips. You looked up at him. He glared down at you. You opened your mouth. The second you did, it was filled with cock. He used your hair to shove you down his cock, over and over again. Making a line of saliva at the base of it. Your throat already hurt and clenched around him.

Someone behind you takes off the bottom half of your clothes, leaving you exposed. The hard appendage pokes into your backside. It makes its way to your hole and thrusts in. The snap of skin reverberating in the air. You yelp, making Scaramouche shove you all the way down unexpectedly. You felt a hot substance pour down your throat. But he didn’t stop.

Dottore stands up and stops next to you. He grabs your hand and puts it around him. His hand squeezes yours and moves it the way he wants. You do your best to fulfill his needs while being stuffed at both ends. You thought you heard him praise you, but you couldn’t quite catch it.

Judging by the grunts behind you, you guessed it was Tartaglia plunging into your hole. His hands anchored on your hips.

Thoughts try to push themselves into your mind. To try to figure out what you even thought about this, but you push it away. Just keep going. Don’t think.

Tartaglia’s hips stutter and he moans loudly, filling you with his load. He pulls out of you with heavy breaths. Immediately, Dottore takes his place. He was much rougher. Abusing your hole. Each thrust shoves you forward. Hard smacks landed on your ass, making you cry out.

Scaramouche cums again and finally withdraws. A pink dusted his face and he walked back to the couch. Your arms nearly felt too weak to hold your top half up.

Heavy footsteps walk around you to your front. Pierro. He shoots a look to Dottore who calms down for just a moment, making you feel relieved. Pierro gently guides your mouth to take him. You suckle on him, doing your best to fit him in your mouth. Dottore returns to his rough pace from before. This time the first Harbinger doesn’t stop him. In fact, he seems to enjoy you jerking forward from Dottore’s handling.

When they both cum, you fall to the floor.

Yet, Pantalone waved you over. You weakly crawled over to him. He helped you up and back on his lap. He thrusted up into you. Pushing you into the air and pulling you back down over and over again. Tears leak from your eyes. Until finally he finishes too.

You lay on him. Exhausted. Warm tears still pour out of your eyes. Overwhelmed, but not knowing what to do. Things wouldn’t go back to normal again, would they?

[wwandaslover]

New Romantics

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pairing: taylor swift x fem reader

warnings: angst with comfort

a/n: i’m sorry this chapter is kinda rushed, i’ve just been forgetting to add more chapters and i’ve been really busy lately. also it might be a while before the next chapter comes out because i’m working on some other stuff atm.

waking up next to taylor had become your regular routine, you two had been dating for months now and you were as happy as could be. you two rarely fought, and when you did, it quickly blew over.

you could feel yourself falling more and more in love with her but after the past 3 blissful months of dating, you began feeling a pit in your stomach every time you remembered you two were only together in secret.

anytime you and her were seen out in public you acted like friends because taylor was still not out of the closet, and it was weighing on you heavily. in the past month it had become pretty much all you could think about when you were with taylor, so of course you distanced yourself.

you began staying at your place more often than you’d go to taylor’s, you stopped having doing anything beyond a quick kiss, you didn’t contribute much to conversations, and you mostly just focused on reading and writing.

taylor had noticed your change in behavior instantly but she didn’t want to push you into talking about it out of fear you’d be upset at her.

neither you or taylor brought it up, until one night. you were over at taylor’s for the first time in two weeks, taylor was sitting on the couch in her living room while you were in her kitchen making popcorn for the two of you to share while you watched a movie.

taylor anxiously bit her bottom lip, wanting to break the silence that seemed to last evermore between the two of you. you finished making popcorn and sat down on the couch next to taylor who was fidgeting with her hands.

“what’s wrong taylor?”

your voice was tired and quiet but you still cared and she could tell but it just brought tears to her eyes faster and she buried her face in her hands as she let out a string of broken sobs. you quickly set the popcorn down and wrapped your arm around her, pressing soft kisses to her head.

taylor continued to cry, unable to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks. “taylor, please tell me what’s wrong.” you spoke softly and pleadingly. she hesitantly looked up at you, hot tears still rolling down her cheeks.

she hoarsely whispered to you “do you still love me?” you instantly felt your heart drop, you never thought about how your behavior would affect taylor. you hugged her tightly which she instantly returned and you repeatedly whispered “im so sorry” and “i love you” against the skin of her shoulder.

taylor sniffled and whispered back “it’s okay, baby. i love you too.” after what felt like forever, she pulled away from the hug. “why have you been so distant?” her voice was soft but showed she was very obviously, but reasonably, still upset.

you sighed defeatedly before speaking, “i dont like us being a secret.” she looked down for a moment before returning her gaze to your weary eyes.

“we don’t have to be a secret anymore, i just want to be with you. i dont care if people know.”

you stared at taylor in slight disbelief, you didn’t think it would be that simple. you felt completely stupid for not saying anything until then, and you frustratedly sighed while you began blaming yourself subconsciously.

taylor could tell what you were thinking, so she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you onto her lap. she kept her arms around your waist while you straddled her, you wrapped your arms around her neck and also buried your face in her neck.

your overthinking slowly came to a halt as taylor gently rubbed your back and whispered sweet phrases to you. you pulled your face out of her neck and kissed her, you two held it for a few seconds before pulling away and smiling.

you and taylor spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching movies together.

the next day you and taylor went out together, you walked down the sidewalk holding hands and talking. multiple paparazzi photographers had spotted the two of you and took pictures of you together.

you and her went to starbucks and got some coffee, sharing a kiss after you had complimented taylor which had multiple photos taken of and then almost all of taylor’s fans were going crazy over it.

it wasn’t as bad as taylor thought it would be, especially since she was just happy she was dating you.

This is discontinued 👎

[firehousefreak911]

Trying

Tw- trying for baby, pregnancy, negative test

*disclaimer- I know some people try for years and some never can have kids but I know from experience that even a few months of negative tests can break your heart. And for those who don’t know you can test negative one day and test positive the next.

You are gazing out the passenger window of your husband’s jeep as he flew down the road. You were deep in thought. You wanted to talk to him about starting a family but you didn’t know how to start the conversation.

“What’s going on inside that head of yours? He said, pulling you from your thoughts.

“‘Nothing, I’m just tired” you said, lying.

“Y/n Buckley, we’ve been together long enough for me to know when something is wrong.” He said pulling into the parking spot at your apartment. He adjusted in his seat to face you.

“There is nothing wrong” you say, adjusting to face him more, “ I didn’t want to have this conversation in the car but here goes, I want to have a baby”

“What?” He says, looking confused.

“I’m ready to start a family with you, Evan Buckley!” You admit.

He grins, and jumps out of the jeep. He runs to your side and opens your door. He takes you by the hand and helps you out. He plants a passionate kiss on your lips.

“You really had me scared there for a second” he almost runs into the apartment holding your hand.

“Lets get started then” he says, giving you a mischievous grin and puts you up on the kitchen counter.

~~

You sat in the floor against the tub. You waited anxiously for your timer to go off.

Beep beep beep

You jumped up. You grabbed the test on the counter. You slowly look at the words on the screen.

*negative*

You sigh. You throw it in the garbage can and wash your hands. You exit the bathroom to find your husband on the bed.

“So?” He asked.

You plopped down next to him. You shake your head no.

“Well we will just keep trying“ he said. He is such a positive person. He is always looking at the bright side it kills him that you have been so depressed. You can tell he is hurting too but he is staying positive for you.

“Buck, can you just stop trying to be Mr. Bright Side for once?” You snap, storming down the stairs. He chases behind you.

“I’m sorry I just hate to see you like this!” He yells back.

“Evan, I want one thing and I’m constantly failing at it! How do you want me to feel?” You say.

“Y/n, we’ve only just started trying, you’ve got to give it time.” He says

“I know but it hurts” you admit sitting on the bar stool.

He looks over at the stove clock. He centers himself between your legs with his hands on your thighs. He plants a kiss on you lips.

“Look I’ve got to go but we can talk about this later, I love you so much and it pains me to see you upset and to know there is no way to help” he says before moving your bangs out of the way and kissing you. He places his forehead on yours.

“I love you too” you whisper.

“We will figure this out” he says before he grabs his stuff and heads to the door.

“I love you” he says again.

“I love you, stay safe, make it home to me” you recite the phrase you say every-time he leaves for shift.

“I promise”

~

It was the next morning. You knew you would regret it but you just had to take another test. Something was telling you it would be different.

After what seemed like an eternity the timer went off, you picked up the test and revealed the words, “Pregnant”. You couldn’t believe it. You took 4 more test just to be sure. You slid down the bathroom wall. You couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t wait to tell Buck. You were going to go to the firehouse for lunch you would tell him then.

You hopped in the shower. You heard your phone ringing on the bathroom counter. You had missed the call before you reached your phone. It was Eddie. You thought how weird it was he was calling. Maybe Buck’s phone died or he dropped it again. But before you could do anything else he called again.

“Buck? Did you forget your charger again?” You ask laughing.

“Y/n, its Eddie” Buck’s best friend says on the other line.

“How bad is it?” You reply, automatically knowing that he was called because Buck was hurt.

“He’s stable but we won’t know how bad until they get to the hospital”he said

“I’m on my way” you said, you rushed and got dressed.

You got to the hospital. You found Eddie in the waiting room. The rest of the team was going to finish the shift and come down. Maddie came rushing in right behind you.

“They just took him to CT” Eddie says.

“Eddie be honest how bad is it?”

“Mild concussion, probably a few broken ribs, they don’t know about any lung damage until after the CT” he said.

Just then the nurse came out.

“Buckley?” She called.

The 3 of you walk to her.

“I’m his wife” you say.

“He is out of Ct and in a room if you want to see him” she said.

The 3 of you follow her down the hallway. You enter the room to see your husband all banged up laying in the bed.

“Hey beautiful ” he says weakly with a smile.

You take a sit by the bed, Maddie on the other, Eddie standing close by.

“You scared us” you say.

“I’m sorry” he replies.

Y’all all talk a bit.

“I’m going to go call the team” Eddie says.

“I’m going to go get some air” Maddie says catching the feeling in the air.

“I know everytime you leave that there is a chance you won’t come and I just have to learn to be ok with it” you say.

“Hey look at me, I keep my promises, I promise you every shift that I will make it home and I don’t plan on breaking it.” He says grabbing your hand.

“Good, because I can’t do this on my own” you say starting to smile and pulling the pregnancy test from your hoodie pocket.

Buck looks at your hand and takes the test. A smile slowly creeps across his face.

“Really?” He says.

“I took it this morning, well actually I took 5 test this morning.” You say.

“Come here” he says. You lean in he grabs the back of your head and kisses you.

~

It was a few days later. Buck was home. He went back to work the next day so you we’re having the team over tonight to tell them the good news.

You went to the doctor yesterday to confirm the pregnancy, you were 8 weeks, it was early but you knew Buck couldn’t spend 24 hour shifts with people and not tell them.

Everyone was gathered around talking and laughing. You and Buck were in the kitchen. He had his arms around you. You had your back to him, you head leaned back on his chest.

“This is everything I have ever dreamed of” he whispers, secretly putting his hand on your stomach.

“Hey guys!” Buck says loudly getting everyone attention.

“First off, I’d like to thank everyone for coming, and we have an announcement!” He says.

You grab 4 bags from the stairs, one for Maddie, Chimney, Eddie and Bobby.

You hand them each the bags. Everyone watches as the open.

They each pull out a onesie. All 4 of them read the onesies in confusion and then start smiling.

“Alright now share with the rest of the class” says Hen

Maddie turns hers around it say, “My aunt saves life”

Chimney does the same, “My uncle saves lives”

Eddie hold his up, smiling so big, “My uncle can kick your butt”

Bobby laughs and shows his “You have a grandpa I have a Captain”

“I’m on 8 weeks but if something was to happen who better to know than the best firehouse in the LAFD” you say

Everyone starts congratulating you and hugging you.

This was finally the start to a happy future.

[bisexual-queenie]

Could you please write more BNHA Pro Heroes as Incorrect Quotes. I need a Pt.2

OMG Im so happy that someone wanted a part 2 to one of my favorite posts that I made!! Here yall go!

(Few trigger warnings before we begin: Use if swearing, and mentions of violence an alcohol. Let me know if I missed anything!)

Ships mentioned (Vaugley and outright): Erasermic, Edgejeanist, Nightmight, and Kamui x Mount Lady

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Eraserhead: You have to apologize to Takeyama.

Midnight: Fine.

Midnight: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

All Might: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

Nighteye: Thank you!

All Might: I didn't say that was a good thing.

Nighteye: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

Present Mic: Do you remember that horrible roommate you had back in college?

Eraserhead: You mean you?

Mount Lady: Sometimes I feel like dying.

Kamui Woods: Wha-

Mount Lady: And then I remember that I won't be able to see you if I do.

Kamui Woods: *blushes*

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Best Jeanist: Sometimes I feel like dying.

Edgeshot: Good for you.

Miruko: Do I look nice?

Fat Gum: You look like you're about to set someone on fire.

Miruko: Perfect.

Present Mic: A fistfight CAN be romantic.

Miruko: And you know what the worst part is?

Ryukyuu: That you're having to process your pain without vodka?

Miruko: No.

Miruko: Yeah.

Midnight: If you found out you only had one day left to live, what would you do with it?

Eraserhead: Say goodbye and mend my relationships.

Present Mic: Something illegal.

Shirakumo: Accept my fate.

Tensei: I would message ten people saying that if they didn't forward the message to 10 other people, I would die tomorrow.

Eraserhead: What?

Shirakumo: That's fucking awesome. Can I change my answer?

Eraserhead: Hizashi, just GO TO THE HOSPITAL

Present Mic: Who's stab wound is this???? Is it OUR stab wound???? No! Stay out of it!

Hawks: I'm the proud owner of an IQ of 5 (and a half)!

Endeavor: Not for long.

Hawks: Please. It's all I have.

Present Mic: "Ladies and gentlemen" is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly I'm falling asleep already.

Present Mic: "Cowards", on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, casual and fun. Short and to the point, exciting, and dramatic.

Nighteye: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Present Mic: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

Gang Orca: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner.

Edgeshot: Kuugo, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck.

Gang Orca: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not.

Edgeshot: Well, I mean yeah.

Gang Orca: So come downstairs while they’re still hot.

Best Jeanist: Wait, you just made them?

Gang Orca: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets.

Edgeshot: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time Kuugo.

Present Mic: *speaking Spanish*

Eraserhead: I know, I know.

All Might: You speak Spanish?

Eraserhead: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Hizashi speaks.

All Might: I would never say that Mirai is a bitch and I don’t don’t like him. That’s not true…Mirai is a bitch and I like him so much!

Edgeshot: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

*Present Mic sneezes*

Eraserhead: Hizashi, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*anyone else sneezes*

Eraserhead: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

Hawks: Uptown Funk would've made it into the Shrek Soundtrack.

Miruko: That's the truest statement I've ever heard.

Fat Gum: Hey Sasaki?

Nighteye: Yeah?

Fat Gum: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?

Nighteye:

Nighteye: ...What.

Ryukyuu: So, what's it like living with Hakamada?

Edgeshot: They once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."

Ryukyuu: ...

Edgeshot: I love them so much.

Fat Gum: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée.

Someone interviewing the Lurkers: What are the hardest things to say?

Mount Lady: I was wrong.

Edgeshot: I need help.

Kamui Woods: Worcestershire sauce.

Eraserhead: You’re drunk.

Present Mic: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Shouta.

Endeavor: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Hawks: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Best Jeanist: I got distracted halfway through.

Edgeshot: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Hawks: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

All Might: Schrödinger's boys.

Miruko: FUCK!

Present Mic: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Nighteye: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Nighteye: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Hawks: ...

All Might: ...

Miruko: ...

Present Mic: ...

Nighteye: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

[yeosatinyngz]

For the year anniversary event :

Fandom - Blue Lock

Character - Rin Itoshi

Number - 2

Genre - angst

GN Reader <3

You got it, thank you for joining the event! I hope my writing lived up to your expectations🤧

#2: “What's the point in trying if only one of us is willing to?”

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You sigh as you look at the time on your phone. Late. He was once again late. You try to suppress your anger but you just about had enough. You put in effort to dress up presentable for a dinner that you’ve been looking forward to in weeks just for Rin to be late, in all honesty you’re sure he forgot. It was good that you spared yourself the embarrassment by not waiting at the restaurant but at home instead. You furiously went back into your room and changed into something more comfortable before sending a “we need to talk” text to Rin. To no surprise, he didn’t even respond.

Hours passed and finally you heard the front door open. Rin came face to face with you sitting on the couch with your arms crossed with an unamused expression. He instantly felt a cold sweat go down his neck. “Where have you been?” “Gym.” You scoffed, “and I’m guessing you were so busy working out that you didn’t have time to check your phone?” “..uh not exactly, my phone died.” “Makes no difference, guess who missed dinner again? After rescheduling 3 times.” Rin immediately froze upon your words, oh he fucked up.

He opens his mouth to apologize but you stopped him before he could let the words out. “Save it, I’m tired of hearing apologies.” You sighed and spoke again, “look Rin, it’s about time we had a talk, sit down.” You pointed at the space next to you. He hesitantly sat down next to you and you turned towards him. “Things have been really hard these past few months and you’re just so busy we barely even see each other anymore, I think it’s best if we go our own way.” Rin was taken aback, “What? No! Please think this over.” You sighed yet again, “What's the point in trying if only one of us is willing to?” Rin frantically exclaimed, “I didn’t mean to flake on our plans, let’s go tomorrow? Actually, why don’t we go now?”

You looked at him with a deadpan face, “They’re closed now and even so that wouldn’t solve anything. I’m tired Rin, so tired of this relationship.” His head dropped and he weakly let out, “Please don’t give up on us…” You stood up from the couch, “You gave up on us first when you chose to prioritize your dream. I simply just wasn’t as important to you as soccer was.” Rin wanted so badly to say how you were wrong and that you were just as important to him as soccer was but the words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth. You bitterly laughed at his silence that confirmed that your words were true. With that you went back into your room to change.

Rin thought you were just trying to clear your head when you went to your room. However, when you returned to the living room dressed Rin was distressed, he had to fix this relationship after all it was his fault. “I’ll come by tomorrow and get my things, goodbye Rin.” Hearing this he grew desperate, latching onto your arm to stop you from leaving. “I’ll change, just please don’t leave me.” You let your eyes meet his, “I’m sorry Rin,” as you yanked your arm out of his hold. Your back now faced towards him as he’s watching you exit through the door of your shared apartment. The sound of the door closing is what made the raven haired male lose it, uncontrollable tears were cascading down his face. He lost you, he was so focused on his dream that he lost the one person who made him smile again after years. He was so stupid to not have treasured you.

That was the day he truly understood what the phrase “You never know how important someone is until they’re gone” meant.

[augenblicklich-lila]

cod incorrect quotes #10

NUMBER TEN OF THESE! DOUBLE DIGITS BABY!! I just have a lot of love for this fandom and these characters. Love y'all ♡

the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/Reader stuff, platonic and romantic. Plus a sprinkle of Soapghost and Alerudy ♡♡♡

This one has quite a bit of König content because he deserves all the love. A bit more Price as well! ♡♡♡

- Lila

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ （ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

König: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Y/N: You and me!!! König, tearing up: Okay.

König: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Y/N: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially König, desperately, as Y/N bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/N: Oh! B positive. König: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/N:

Soap: Must be hard not being able to laugh Ghost: I do have a sense of humor you know Soap: I’ve never heard you laugh before Ghost: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Y/N: So are we flirting right now? König: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Y/N: That doesn’t answer my question

König: Accidentally hits Y/N in the face König: Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay' König: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Y/N: tearing up What’s wrong with you?! (will never forget the day I thought a cashier was going to ask me if I wanted a receipt but instead said 'have a nice day' and I said 'no thank you :)' bc that's what I had prepared for)

Soap: Okay, truth or dare? Y/N: Truth Soap: How many hours have you slept this week? Y/N: Y/N: …Dare Soap: Go to bed. Y/N: I don’t like this game. (also Soap with Ghost. He's trying so hard.)

Y/N: holding a bottle Is this whiskey or perfume? Alejandro: chugs entire bottle Alejandro: It’s perfume. (Alejandro gives me unhinged energy. Probably gives Rudy 12 heart attacks each week)

Y/N, watching the rest of 141 being chaotic idiots: God, give me patience. Price, just as tired: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Y/N: If God gave me strength, they'd all be dead.

Y/N: What’s up guys? I’m back. Soap: What the- how are you here. Ghost: You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Y/N: Death is a social construct.

Ghost: You're right. Soap: That's… That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Price: Y/N… Y/N: Oh no, 'Y/N' in b-flat. Y/N: You're disappointed. (disappointing Price must be crippling)

Alejandro: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Rodolfo: What's that? Alejandro: Remorse code. Rodolfo: I'm even angrier now.

Soap: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Ghost: No Y/N: Yes Price: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak (Joy sparks within me when I imagine Price's face during this conversation)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　 ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

[suddenlybambi]

as long as you stay here [12] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.1k

chapter 12

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a/n - couldn't leave y'all on that angst 😭 also please drink some water for me if you see this 🥰

Kyle and Y/N had fallen asleep together on the bed after eating the brownies and talking for a little while until she drifted off with him soon following after. At some point, his mom must have gone in and retrieved the plate without disturbing them. Y/N hoped that Sheila wouldn’t say anything about the two of them sharing a bed but had a feeling she’d bring it up some way or another.

Once she had woken up, Y/N managed to slip out of bed and downstairs without waking Kyle. Her plan was to make him a cup of coffee and bring it to him in bed as a thank-you for comforting her the night before. 

Her heart sank when she was joined in the kitchen by Gerald only a minute later. She considered abandoning the idea altogether, but she was already brewing the coffee. Weighing out her remaining options, she wanted to stay silent, but at the same time, she didn’t want there to be a bad atmosphere over Thanksgiving.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” She offered, hoping to break some of the growing tension.

“Yes, please,” Gerald confirmed, settling down at the kitchen table. “About last night-”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m sorry, I probably overreacted,” She shrugged it off quickly, hoping they wouldn’t talk about it any more and further complicate the issue. She didn’t like to apologise when she felt she did nothing wrong, but it was easier to just make peace while she was staying there and feel her feelings about it once home.

“No, it wasn’t you,” He shook his head and sighed. “I was out of line, and for that, I am sorry.”

“Thank you,” She poured the coffee and walked it over to him, placing it in front of him. Kyle had told her his dad liked his coffee black with one sugar, so that’s how she made it. “In all honesty, I’ve never really had a fatherly figure in my life, so I’m never sure how to react or behave around them. I probably did overreact to what was said, and that is something I need to and will work on in future.”

“You’re a good fit for Kyle,” Gerald took a sip of his coffee and smiled. “You seem like a very mature and level-headed young woman… And this coffee is perfect, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Y/N decided not to touch on the phrasing that she was a good fit for Kyle. She knew what he was implying, but she didn’t want to complicate their relationship by delving into that. She couldn’t risk losing the best friendship she had ever had. “I think I heard Kyle moving around, so I’m going to take his coffee up to him.”

“For the record, if you ever do want to learn how to drive, I am more than happy to teach you,” Gerald added just as she was walking out of the kitchen. “Ike destroyed four mailboxes just trying to turn left. If I can teach him, I think I can teach anyone.” 

“Four mailboxes?” Y/N laughed, looking back. She was thankful that the tense atmosphere had dissipated. “Two walls, a fire hydrant, a stop sign, and I blew out three tires.”

“Mom said dinner will be ready in an hour,” Ike yawned from the doorway, having only just gotten up at midday. “But knowing her, it’ll be two hours.”

“Thank you, Ike,” Y/N smiled from her position on the bed. Kyle had set his laptop up so they could watch a movie together without having to go downstairs since Sheila had demanded that everyone leave her alone while she was cooking. “Wanna watch a movie with us?”

“And listen to the two of you flirt the whole time? Gross,” He cringed and turned around to go back to his own room. “I’ll pass.”

“He’s lucky he’s too big for me to kick him now,” Kyle mumbled, looking over at the door. He got up and pushed it so it was just slightly open a crack. “That’s technically still open, right?”

“I’d say so,” Y/N grinned, flicking through the various movies on Netflix. “What are you feeling? Horror is a no for you; gross, sappy romance is a no for me… should we-” She was cut off when her phone started to vibrate on the bed in front of her.

“You getting a call?” Kyle asked, looking over from where he was still standing by the door.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she read the name. “Shit, I’m really sorry!” She sat up straight, glancing over at Kyle. “I need to take this. Do you want me to step outside, or can I just-”

“No, it’s fine! Go for it,” He nodded in confirmation that it was all good with him, and she accepted the call.

“The fuck do you want?” She asked. Kyle would have been concerned had it not been for the playful tone in her voice as she spoke.

“Turn your Facetime on!” He could hear the other voice, clearly male, despite the fact that Y/N was holding the phone up to her ear. She looked over at him, knowing that it would mean her audio would be playing out loud. He nodded again to confirm that he didn’t mind, especially since whoever was on the phone was loud enough to have been heard anyway. It wouldn’t make much difference. Plus, Kyle was nosey and wanted to know who she was talking to.

“If I go blind from seeing your ugly mug, I’m suing you,” She teased whoever was on the phone as she switched to Facetime. Kyle could just about see from the corner of his eye that it was a man with the same hair colour as Y/N. She pretended to shield her eyes, groaning dramatically. “It’s so awful! So much worse than I expected! I can feel my eyes melting away!”

“Ah, there she is!” The man on the phone laughed along with her teasing. “The Bean Queen herself!”

“I swear if you call me that one more time, I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Kick my ass? I’m in Belgium, sis! Your short legs could never reach!” The nickname ‘sis’ and the mentions of Belgium connected the dots for Kyle. Y/N had spoken about her brother being in Europe with his fiance, and the man did share some similarities in looks from what Kyle could tell. “Where are you?”

“Bedroom,” Y/N answered with a simple shrug.

“Okay, smartass, you’re in a bedroom, but that’s not your bedroom, is it?” Her brother pointed out. “Not unless you’ve suddenly gotten really into… What is that poster for? Basketball?”

“Oh yeah! Totally! I love when they….” She looked around for some sort of inspiration. “Bounce the ball and do that… throwing thing into the… the ball basket holder?” Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at this. He made a mental note to try and teach her basketball terms at some point.

“Wait, who is that laughing?” Y/N’s brother asked loudly, causing Kyle to stop laughing immediately. “Is that a boy? Are you in a boy’s room? Why is my baby sister in a boy’s room?”

“You do remember that I am an adult woman now, not the little kid who used to cling to your legs whenever you tried to walk, right?” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “But if you must know, I’m staying at my friend Kyle’s house with his family for the holidays because I apparently have no family of my own!”

“Hey! I am right here!”

“You are in Belgium!”

“Okay, fair point….” He paused. “Are you going to introduce me to this ‘friend’ of yours?” Y/N looked at Kyle, who was still standing by the door, worried about moving and interrupting the call. He nodded to confirm he was okay with being introduced, trying to hide his nervousness. What if her brother hated him? She patted the bed, so he joined her on it, making sure to sit far enough apart so that they weren’t touching. He didn’t want her brother to get the wrong idea and jump to conclusions. 

“Henry, this is Kyle,” She turned the phone around so the two could see one another. “Kyle, this is my asshole of a brother, Henry. Happy now, dickwad?”

“Yo, Kyle, what is she paying you to stick around?” Henry asked, a smug grin toying at his lips. “Gotta be something good to put up with her.”

“Terrible fries and even worse company,” Y/N joked. She had picked up that Kyle wasn’t comfortable answering the question, unwilling to insult her but not wanting Henry to think he took his question seriously. “Now, why did you decide to grace me with your horrifying presence?”

“It’s Thanksgiving for starters…” Henry sighed, telling her it was something more than that. “Uh… Did Mom tell you?”

“That she’s moving?” Her mood dropped instantly. Kyle looked at her in concern. “Telling me is giving her too much credit. She sent a shitty text saying I need to get my stuff out, or she’ll dump it. Though I guess a text is more than I’ve gotten from her in months. I was starting to think that she had just lost my number.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask you, but… I’m in Belgium,” Henry sighed, looking away from the screen. “I can’t get back in time to get my stuff… Do you think you could grab and store it for me, please?”

“Where do you expect me to keep it?” She shook her head, a mixture of disbelief and disappointment clearly present in her voice. “I don’t have the space to store your shit as well as my own. My apartment is tiny, and I can barely move in it as it is!”

“Please, bean? I’m begging you!” He pleaded, looking around. “Dylan and I just adopted a dog, and we can’t bring it on a plane yet-”

“You adopted a dog, and you didn’t tell me?” Y/N gasped, sitting forward more. “I demand to see this dog right this second!” 

Kyle noticed how her entire demeanour had changed at the mention of the dog. He couldn’t tell if Henry had done this on purpose, knowing his sister would get distracted and no longer be upset with him. He hoped he hadn’t but couldn’t shake the feeling that he had. Either way, he didn’t want to upset Y/N by pointing it out.

“This is Cranky Gordon!” Henry lifted up the cutest beagle puppy they had ever seen. “He only bites a little bit!” As if on queue, the dog tried to turn around and snap at him. “Okay, okay! I’m putting you down! That is why he’s called Cranky Gordon.”

Y/N had stayed on the call with her brother until Sheila announced that dinner was ready. The spread was incredible, and she went back for thirds… and fourths… and fifths. Sixths were considered, but then pudding was announced.

After it was all done and Y/N felt like she couldn’t move, Kyle was mortified when his mom pulled out the photo album.

“No! We are not doing this!” He jumped up as fast as he could, considering how full he felt from the meal, and tried to pull the album from his mom’s hands. “Y/N doesn’t want to see the baby pictures!”

“Y/N definitely wants to see the baby pictures!” Y/N grinned deviously, Kyle glared at her in a plea to get her to stop, but she wasn’t backing down.

“Bubbie, it is a family tradition!” Sheila sighed, holding a firm grip on the book as she settled down on the couch next to Y/N, who looked over her arm eagerly when the album was opened. “Here is Kyle taking his first bath. Look at him! His little scrunched-up face! He was such an ugly little baby, but we loved him.…”

“The hair!” Y/N gasped, grinning up at Kyle as he stood over them in disapproval. “I didn’t realise babies could be born with that much hair!”

“Neither did I! It was quite a shock when he popped out!” Sheila laughed. “I thought he had something stuck to his head… Oh! This is the first time he used the potty all by himself!”

“This is humiliating…” He groaned, giving up and sitting on the arm of the couch next to Y/N.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Ike teased. “If you didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of your girlfriend, you shouldn’t have brought her to Thanksgiving.”

“She is not my-” Kyle started to protest, but Sheila spoke up before he could finish.

“Don’t worry, Ike; we’ll get your album out next.”

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[gaym0m]

So I FUCKEN hate spiders. Like I’ll set myself in fire before dealing with one. That being said, here’s what I think Ellie, Deadite!Ellie, and Beth would do for their s/o who’s afraid of spiders cause there’s one in the corner of my room and I know it’s waiting for me to sleep which now I can’t. 

Warning: some cuss words. Spiders. Deadite Ellie attempting to eat the spider. Pre established relationships even with Deadite Ellie, to where they definitely kiss here and there. Uhh I dunno what else to be honest, lemme know if you find something I should tag, I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but I’m too gay so sorry if there’s anything I missed 😭

Ellie:

Personally, I always Yelp/make a loud noise. Not really scream but like a wtf if wtf was a noise not a phrase so let’s say Ellie’s s/o did that.

Quickly she’d probably make her way into the room, not quite worried but definitely curious as to what that noise was.

Locking eyes on her s/o, who (if they are anything like me) would be standing in the opposite corner to the spider. Eyes wide open, non blinking and just staring daggers into the eight legged monster on the corner of the room.

One perfect eyebrow raised, Ellie would probably look up to try to see what’s so glare worthy however she didn’t have her glasses so she couldn’t see it too well.

Slowly she took a step towards the corner with the spider only for her s/o to jump and pull her back(can you tell this is super indulgent and self insert?)

“Nonononono! There’s a monster!” Of course whisper yell because what if the monster can understand them.

Cue the silent and confused staring from Ellie.

“Spider! There’s a fucken spider!” More whisper yelling, more panicked now.

Cue more silent staring, more of a ‘are you— serious?’ Now.

Followed by that tired motherly sigh.

Followed by yet another motherly (heroic if you ask me) act of Ellie (tall ass who can reach the corner of the ceiling) taking a shoe to the monster and killing it.

Immediate relief floods her s/o before she’s jumped on and kissed on every inch of her face s/o could reach.

“All that for a spider? Huh might have to kill them more.” Flustered Ellie, flustered (happy) s/o and thankfully dead spider.

Deadite!Ellie

Honestly, I’m not a pro with Deadite writing but with so many decomposing bodies and other stuff— there’s definitely spiders crawling around.

Granted, at that point s/o probably has bigger issues to deal with (like the possessed Ellie trying so hard to get her hands on them).

However every self help book states that when your life is in disarray or out of control, take into control what you can and ignore the rest.

Of course self help books are bullshit and in no way help with a possessed girlfriend and a spider/animal infested apartment building.

S/o is probably just hiding somewhere, praying Deadite!Ellie would get bored or give up or something literally anything except continue to run her nails down the wood of the door that stood between the two.

Somehow, an eight legged monster standing a few feet from s/o’s feet was more scary than the Deadite standing outside the door.

With a sudden burst of energy, s/o ran out the door as if the devil himself had cussed her out.

Deadite Ellie immediately turned to her, excitement making her dead blue eyes light up like Christmas lights.

However she realized something was wrong, normally her precious s/o would tease her for much longer than this, and as soon as they made it behind a door they would rarely (if ever) come out willingly.

Especially with Ellie still there.

Ellie stared at her s/o, the urge to pounce was so strong yet her curiosity stood stronger.

Her rotten head turned towards the bathroom, not finding a single thing wrong— at least in her head.

Then her precious made a noise, a noise that drover her crazy (as if she wasn’t crazy enough) but it also made her decomposing blood boil.

Because the noise wasn’t for her, but for a. . . a—

Growling, Ellie struggled to remember the name of her current rival.

Instead of dwelling on it, she reached for the creature. Picking it up and waving it around as if to try and tease some of the most lovely noises from her s/o.

Unfortunately her s/o was frozen, unable to move and unable to even whimper.

Growing annoyed quickly, Ellie lifted the monster towards her lips, ready to eat the disgusting creature.

“ELLIE BIXLER I SWEAR IF YOU EAT THAT ILL NEVER COME BACK—“

. . . S/o and Ellie had no idea they could scream so loudly— it actually stung the Deadlites ears.

Almost like a kicked puppy, Ellie pulled the spider from her face and stared at her s/o as if waiting for instructions.

“P-please just crush it and . . . And toss it in the trash or something just don’t eat it and keep it away from me.”

Happily Ellie did as told, probably (definitely) expecting some reward.

She may have gotten some kisses… your choice.

Beth

From the start, Beth had tried to been a total badass in-front of her s/o.

It was like she was trying to make them fall for her, not really realizing how smitten they already were for her.

It had been a random night, they had just finished a show and had returned to their hotel room.

They’re had been playfully giggles, jokes and kisses here and there as they got ready to sleep for the fun day they had planned.

However, all the happiness crashed down on s/o when they noticed a spider in the corner of the bed.

Covering their mouth as too avoid a scream too loud, s/o let out a muffed scream.

Beth immediately made her way out of the bathroom and into the room, her pocket knife in hand (talk about wanna be).

“What’s wrong?”

“Spider!”

Blink blink . . .

“What?”

“SPIDER! KILL IT.”

For a second, Beth felt her face drain of blood.

Ellie always killed the spiders for her— but independence meant killing the spiders yourself

Or in this case for her s/o

So with trembling hands, Beth took a deep breath and grabbed one of her heavy boots and with a quick movement she—

MISSED?!

THE SPIDER IS RUNNING ON THE WALL

CUE BOTH BETH AND S/O SCREAMING

“KILL IT KILL IT.”

“I CANT. IM SCARED.”

Beth has never been able to make a shrilled scream, until that exact moment.

Between all the panic, the spider got away

There wasn’t really a thought process. Both s/o and Beth just grabbed their bags and speed to the other band members room.

In the end they forced the guys to switch rooms with them and slept clinging to each-other and taking turns to check for spiders.

I hope y’all liked this, started it last night and finished it during my work break 😂 lemme know if this is good or if I should do 2nd person instead.

[lonesome-witching]

How Can I Ask You to Stay?

Thank you for the anonymous prompt of Nancy trying to figure out how to say 'stay with me' without saying 'stay with me' to Robin. This is one of two versions of the prompt because I got a bit carried away and had many different ideas, although they all were slightly similar.

You can always send me prompts here.

Stay with me.

Three simple words and the solution to Nancy’s current conundrum. But the words lay too heavy on her tongue and so, she swallowed them down instead. 

Stay with me was far too demanding, too vulnerable. If she could only phrase it differently, or if Robin could read her mind. 

She could smell her own shampoo on Robin’s hair. The smell of lavender filling up her senses. It was odd how enticing that smell was when it was Robin who wore it but when Nancy used it herself she couldn’t even smell it. 

“Thank you for the clothes.” Robin’s voice pierced through the silence. “They’re much more comfortable than last time.” 

Nancy smiled. Stay with me, she wanted to shout. Stay with me and hold me and never leave. “I’m glad.” 

Robin cleared her throat. “I’ll head down, I think we should try to get some sleep. Things have been crazy and we’re tired and we’re hurt. So, sleep sounds good.” 

Please don’t leave. “Robin?” 

“Yeah?” 

Stay here. “You might need an extra pillow.” Nancy got up from where she had been sitting on the bed and handed over one of her own pillows. 

“Thanks.” Robin carefully took over the hold on the pillow. “How is your shoulder?” 

“It’ll be fine. How is your neck?” 

“It’s okay. I’m not currently in the mood to try getting choked in bed but as long as I avoid some hardcore kinks, I’ll be fine.” Both Nancy and Robin turned bright red. “Shit, I don’t know why I said that. Sometimes the words just come out and I- Sorry.” 

But the damage was already done. Nancy couldn’t get the image out of her mind. “It’s okay, Robin.” She assured but her face betrayed her. 

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I swear I didn’t mean anything with it. I’m just trying to be funny… Lighten the mood, or something.” 

Nancy pushed out a laugh. It sounded fake. It wasn’t, though. 

“Well, I’ll be in your basement if you need me.” 

All she had to do was open her mouth, ask that one question. Robin would do it. Nancy could feel it in her bones, if she asked Robin would do it. Robin would stay. She would do what no one else had been able to. Because Steve had left her at that party and Jonathan had moved to California, ending their relationship by giving up on it. Her parents had distanced themselves from her and her brother was running off with his friends. Her best friend had died in an alternate universe that lay parallel to theirs. The only person she had left, that had never disappointed her, had always been there to understand and support and believe in her, was Robin. 

Stay with me. Three simple words that would make tonight a little easier. But she couldn’t speak them. Because if she was wrong, if Robin left anyway, then she’d break. 

So, she watched as Robin slowly walked into the hallway. She listened to the soft protests of the wood under Robin’s weight and the door of the basement being opened and shut. And then she fell down on the bed, pulled the pillow over her head and screamed a muffled sound into it. 

She had tossed and turned for two hours before she made up her mind. She crawled out of bed and silently made her way down the stairs. At the door to the basement she halted, listening for any type of sound. She didn’t want to wake Robin if the girl was sleeping. She heard a soft groan and decided it was okay. The stairs squealed and squeaked under her feet. 

“Nance, is that you?” 

“Yes.” Nancy whispered. “I couldn’t sleep.” Before she could resist, she crawled onto the sofa bed. 

“Are you okay?” Robin’s hand hovered over Nancy’s shoulder. 

“Not really.” She wasn’t often this open with her emotions, even if she hadn’t really revealed much. “Do you think you could-” She stopped herself.

“What?” 

“It’s nothing.” 

Robin dropped her hand onto Nancy’s arms softly, stroking over the exposed skin. “Is this okay?” 

Tears were welling up in her eyes as she leaned into the touch. “This is perfect.” 

Yet Robin pulled her hand back. Nancy was about to protest when Robin’s arm slowly snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against Robin’s body. “Still okay?” 

“Somehow even better.” Nancy replied. Somehow Robin was able to make her feel safe. Even though Nancy had felt like she had to keep watch when she had been laying next to Jonathan or Steve. Even though she had always felt on edge whenever the dark fell over Hawkins. Her eyes fell shut and as she started intertwining her fingers with the ones resting on her stomach, she drifted off to sleep.

[ballercollective]

i have so many regretevator ocs and i have all their current info under cut. WARNING THERES A LTO AND NORMAN'S ISN'T FINISHED [they all have designs i promise. also if you remember my old charades art NO YOU DONT]

Name/Nickname: Charades [No NN] Age [Optional]: Early 30s Pronouns: They/Them Gender: Nonbinary Sexuality: Pan Ace Personality: A very shy person when out of their town, they try their best to help others, yet it’s hard for them to reach out at first. They struggle with social situations, especially awkward/sad moments. They’re a big fan of catching bandits and being the hero. They’re pretty anxious about a lot of things. Occupation: Sheriff Species: Cat; Grey And White Tuxedo[?] Etc.:

Has anxiety

HEAVILY implied to not be a cat at all

Phrase when walking in is “Meowdy! Haha.. get it?”

Birthday is July 27th ————————— Gets on at: Minefield, Other Elevator [Rare] Gets off at: Two Stud Camp, Slide 4 Admin Can be killed?: Yes [MR] Can damage?: No If full..: Minefield: Hop the fence and start running away Other Elevator: Stand still If MR is on..: Minefield: Walk on a mine and explode Other Elevator: Fall apart

Idle: “This place.. isn't very big on the inside.” “I hope I can get back home soon.” “Are you a bandit?? If yes.. can I arrest you?” “I gotta hang in there!” “I’ve always hated elevators.. Where do you think we’re going?” “Fun fact! Us sheriffs, we don’t actually carry guns a whole lot!” “oh god please don't talk to me-” “Uhm.. you seem nice enough.” “Fun fact! I only have 7 lives! “S-Sorry ab-meow-t how.. nervous I am.” “Agh.. I can’t stop thinking about.. that nya-ghtmare…” Leaving: “Bye!!” “I’m outta here- way too spooky!!!” “I should get back to town… later.” Petals: “Oh… thanks.” “purr” “They’re getting stuck in my fur!” “Well, aren’t you sweet.” “What purr-etty petals… Please tell me you got the joke..” “I-Is this some sort of confession?? Sorry, but no..” Spray: “HEY! CUT IT OUT!” “Ughh.. I hate getting wet.” “Ew ew ew ew..” “What did I do wrong??” Snowball: “AIEE!!!” “Brrr.. so cold.” “OW!” “Please don't do that..” Tomato: “EWEWEWEWEW!!!!” “Leave me alone!!” “It looks like I’m covered in blood, hAha…” “STOP IT.” “I’M SORRY!!!” C4: “THAT REALLY SCARED ME!!” “WHAT DID I DO??” “I-I didn’t even do anything to you…” “That reminded me of a bank heist..”

Name/Nickname: Kirnamii [Kirn] Age [Optional]: 264 Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Female Sexuality: Agatic Personality: Laid-back and talkative, she loves making friends and meeting new faces. She’s sort of forgetful, but she tries her best to make every time a good time. Occupation: N/A Species: Ghost [Human] Etc.:

Loves talking about dance

Phrase when walking in is “Boo!” or “Sup?”

Phrase when walking in when MR is inside is “oh.”

Birthday is November 1st ————————— Gets on at: SharkCo Mall, Shop Space Gets off at: Happy Home, Backrooms Can be killed?: No Can damage?: No If full..: SharkCo Mall: Float around Shop Space: “Walk” around If MR is on..: N/A, no difference in entering.

Idle: “Why are there so many floors??” “BOO!! Did I get you?” “I keep trying to think about my life..” “This place is full of WEIRDOS!!” “When does a man become a monster?” “I could leave anytime I want, but I'm too tired.” “Did you know I used to love to dance? I can’t anymore, but.. It was fun.” “Hey.. do you know what happened to Kasper?” “Last night, I dreamt about going to a party!! But.. it wasn’t fun for long. That beret..” Leaving: “See ya!” “I guess this is my stop.” Leaving [Happy Home]: “I know I’m not invited, buuut..” Petals: “Wow, these are really pretty.” “I’d toss petals back at you, but.. Y’know.” “Even though they go right through me, I appreciate the gesture!” “Yeah, no thanks, keep your petals.” “Are these.. fresh? How are they not dead??” Spray/Snowball/Tomato/C4: N/A

Name/Nickname: ID_INVERT.EXE [Invert] Age [Optional]: N/A Pronouns: She/It Gender: Supposedly agender, unconfirmed Sexuality: AroAce-spec Personality: Kind-hearted and suspicious, but tries to get friends. It’s hard to trust them. Occupation: N/A Species: Chemically charged computer program, technically a robot. Etc.:

Related to Unpleasant somehow

Has implied that it kissed Bive a few years ago in a conversation with her

Phrase when coming on is “[]”

No confirmed birthday, but it’s implied to be when “The Thing [1982]” came out, aka June 25th ————————— Gets on at: FNARB, Dodge Teh Teapots Gets off at: Cardboard Mansion, Two Stud Camp, Infected’s Apartment Can be killed?: Yes [If sprayed] Can damage?: Yes [If MR is in the elevator] If full..: FNARB: Fade away Dodge Teh Teapots: Walk the other way If MR is on..: FNARB: Walk out one of the doors. After a second, all of the power cuts, which basically guarantees Reddy going in the office. Dodge Teh Teapots: Get on the elevator and play a ticking noise, exploding after 5 or so seconds, killing all NPCs and players in it. Including MR.

Idle: “>_WHAT ARE THE SCHEMATICS FOR THIS MACHINE??” “>_DO YOU ENJOY READING? I DO.” “>_CAN WE BE FRIENDS?” “>_SUSPICIOUS? ME? UNLIKELY.” “[<ACTION_IDLE>]” “[<ERROR. ERROR. BATTERY LOW. RECHARGING…>]” “>_…AWKWARD. THIS IS AWKWARD.” “>_THAT BLACK AND FUZZY ONE. DO YOU KNOW HER?” Leaving: “[<ACTION_LEAVE_RGTVR>]” “>_GOODBYE.” Petals: “[<SYSTEM OVERHEATING. COOLING ACTIVATED.>]” “>_I LOVE FLOWERS!” “>_RUBIGANOSAS…” “>_I THINK YOU DROPPED YOUR PETALS ON ACCIDENT.” “>_DID YOU PICK THESE?” “[<CHECKING FOR VIRUS “ILOVEYOU”… NO VIRUS DETECTED.>]” “>_PLEASE DO NOT LITTER.” Spray: “[<ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. SD_SEQ ACTIVATED.>]” Explode!!! Snowball: “>_I HATE SNOW. IT IS WET.” “>_HAS WINTER COME?” “[<ERROR. HEATING ACTIVATED.>]” “>_IS THIS SOME SORT OF WEIRD GREETING?” Tomato: “>_I WOULD RATHER YOU NOT.” “>_WHAT AN.. ODD GESTURE.” “>_DID YOU WANT ME TO EAT IT OR SOMETHING??” “>_I DO NOT LIKE TOMATOES.” “>_DISGUSTING.” C4: “>_THAT WOULD NOT HURT ME.” “>_I CANNOT DIE FROM EXPLOSIONS.” “>_I AM BLAST-PROOF.” “>_NOT FUNNY.”

Name/Nickname: Erick [No NN] Age [Optional]: N/A Pronouns: She/He Gender: Nonbinary Sexuality: Trixic Personality: Just Poob and Infected mixed together. A lil bit of Split too. Occupation: Science/Math teacher. Species: Epic face, “Epickani” Etc.:

Cringe

Constantly says random references, such as repeating “The president’s shoelaces.” during a conversation with Flesh Cousin

It’s implied he bites you after you hit him with 16 snowballs, with the lines “Yummy!!” and “Om nom nom!!”

Phrase when coming in is “HAI!!”

Birthday is December 13th ————————— Gets on at: Gumball Machine, Skyblock Gets off at: Slide 4 Admin, Tumblr Ballpit, Backrooms Can be killed?: Yes [MR] Can damage?: Yes [If hit with 16 snowballs. -25 hp.] If full..: Gumball Machine: Jump on top of the elevator Skyblock: …Also jump on top of the elevator If MR is on..: Gumball Machine: Run up the machine quickly, standing near where the player enters to beat the floor Skyblock: Jump off the side

Idle: “Do u liek teh color of teh sky?? :3” “JINKIEZ!!! @_@” “Pineapplez r in mah headdd… ^_^” “Beep boop!!!! I look 4 accidental haiku postz!!!! Sometimez I mess up.. :3” “Do u evn understand color theory???? xD” “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…” “Blu canary in teh outlet by teh lightswitch!! :33” “Mah stupid dreamz let dat THING in again!!! >x[“ Leaving: “SRRY YALL!!!! FOMO!!!! x3” “#StayWoke!!!” Petals: “Woa.. u could b mah bae… :O” “ILY!!!!!” “Teh rosez of romance!?!?!?” “woa.. this is so kewl…” “Kiss mee!!! Kiss me wif ur eyez closed!!!! X3” “RAWR!! <3” Spray: “I will smack dat bottle STRAIGHT outta ur handz. I’ll do it." “grrr…” "This is how 2 b a heartbreaker.. </3” “Ur such a n00b.” “Who do u think u r??? Teh queen of mean???” Snowball: “grrrrr…” “Spleef moment ^_^” “I used 2 eat snow :7” “This makez me hungry..” “Dat felt liek a mallet :[“ “Don’t throw so hard!!!!!” [After 16]: “Om nom nom!!” “Yummy!!” “I said DON’T THROW SO HARD!!!!!” “If ur hp gets 2 0, u lose!” “grrr BARK BARK." "I'm cold >:/" Tomato: “Ah, a classic!! :3” “I feel liek a hospital floor now…” “I’m nawt a jester!!! :[“ “BOB!?!?!? :O” “Nawt very epik…” C4: “Plz don’t scare me liek dat..” “C4.. more liek.. c u l8r.. xD” “KABOOM!!!!” “TACTICAL NUKE INCOMING!!!!” “AIRSTRIKE!!!!”

Name/Nickname: Pot [No NN] Age [Optional]: 20 Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Cis Fem Sexuality: Pan Personality: THE KINDEST LITTLE GAL YOU'VE EVER MET. SO GENUINELY SWEET AND CARING!!! She’s really big into gardening, and she loves to plant clovers and daffodils specifically. Occupation: Gardener Species: Plant Pot Etc.:

Her pot can either have clovers or daffodils in it

Phrase when coming in is “Well hello there!”

Phrase when entering Pick-a-Plant is “Welcome to my shop! Have a look around!”

Birthday is April 22nd ————————— Gets on at: Bugbo Gets off at: Two Stud Camp, Cardboard Mansion, Pick-a-Plant [Fanmade Floor] Can be killed?: Yes [MR] Can damage?: No If full..: Bugbo: Stay at stand [she replaces the rock stand btw] If MR is on..: Bugbo: Same

Idle: “What’s your favorite flower? Mine’s the stock!” “I should grow some more clovers when I get back..” “Maybe I shouldn’t leave my plants around those bug-folk.. Eugh..” “I’ve tried to advertise my plants, but I don’t get many orders.” “I have this one client who keeps asking for apples. She’s really nice!” “I keep hearing rustling near my shop.. I hope it’s nothing.” “Sometimes, I’ll see a figure in my dreams. We talk a lot!” Leaving: “I need to check on my flowers!” “Did I forget to feed the venus flytraps!?” “I have to water my plants!” Leaving [Pick-a-Plant]: “Here we are!”/“Buy whatever you’d like!” “This is my shop!”/”You can browse if you wanna!” Petals: “Aww!” “Oh, are these rose petals? Adorable!” “Did you pick these yourself?” “Thank you!” “How lovely!” “You’re very nice!” Spray: “Thanks a bunch!” “How refreshing..” “That really helps!” “Now my plants are watered!” “Oh, I forgot to water these earlier! Thank you!” Snowball: “Yikes..” “I hate winter..” “That feels weird!” “Why’d you do that?” “If you’re trying to water my plants.. Don’t do that.” Tomato: “Oh no!” “Y-You dropped it!” “AYE!!” “The poor tomato…” “sniffle” “You could’ve really hurt me with that!” C4: “Woah! You nearly scared me to death with that!” “Yippee!!” “I’m really fragile..” “That’s a really mean prank!”

Name/Nickname: NO-R-MAN [Norman] Age [Optional]: N/A Pronouns: He/She/Any Gender: Male Sexuality: Hype-Bisexual Personality: {WORK IN PROGRESS} Occupation: N/A Species: Warning Sign [Robot] Etc.:

His face changes when talking.

Phrase when coming in is “Good evening.”

Birthday is Jaunary 1st Gets on at: Suspiciously Elongated Room Gets off at: Backrooms, Tumblr Ballpit, UES Can be killed?: Yes [MR] Can damage?: No If full..: SER: Doesn’t appear. If MR is on..: SER: As soon as she gets in front of the elevator, TARMITE crushes her. The floor ends after.

Idle: {WORK IN PROGRESS} Leaving: {WORK IN PROGRESS} Petals: {WORK IN PROGRESS} Spray: {WORK IN PROGRESS} Snowball: {WORK IN PROGRESS} Tomato: {WORK IN PROGRESS} C4: {WORK IN PROGRESS}

[m00nl1ght-sun25]

Heya! I'm the greenflower request sjxnks

I really don't have preference

But you can make something connecting with when they live in Darkley, like, Brad or Lloyd remember something similar happened in their children's

Maybe after the s8, or any season after s8 likee s10 or s15

Ok! :D also i realized like a sentence or two before I finished it that I didn’t really have lloyd sick- i was more focused of hurt/comfort and like darklys and all- im really sorry, if you want I can do a part 2 where it focuses more on lloyd being sick, again i’m really sorry. But i hope you enjoy and also if you do end up disliking this fanfic please tell me and and I can always remake it- so the fanfic will be under the cut and also if you do not know, I am dyslexic so to anyone reading, please don’t be rude or mean if I misspell anything wrong or phrase stuff wrong, you can always politely tell me and I will gladly fix it, please and thank you! :D

Heads up

This is after seabound/season 15

I hc that after nya left lloyd ran away to live with brad in a apartment so that’s where lloyd is :)

This takes place after the burning fate oneshot :P

Trigger warning

Suicidal thoughts

Cussing

Depression

Implied Self harm

Implied and mentioned Child abuse(different parts)

Mentioned Suicide attempt

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You and I Drink The Poison From The Same Vile

The rain was falling around Lloyd as he blankly looked over the balcony and into the busy streets on the busy city. He often stood here, just wondering what would happen if he jumped off and ended it all… would anyone miss him? No. No one would. 

He was letting him tired mind wonder in this moment of sorrow. He thought about many things… Nya, The others, His parents, Master Wu… He was thinking about it. How this was all his fault. If he wasn’t the fucking green ninja none of this would’ve happened. Nya would still be here if he wasn’t a shitty leader or friend. 

He wonders how different life would be if he hadn’t gotten kicked out of Darklys… would Nya still be here? Yes. She would. Because then Lloyd likely wouldn’t have become the green ninja and so she wouldn’t of had the sacrifice herself for his stupidity. 

Hair falls in his face but he doesn’t have the strength to move it… he’s so tired and his wrists sting so badly and he’s so fucking tired form being unable to get sleep without having night terrors. But he deserves it, does he not? He doesn’t deserve to be content and happy in life. Not after he was the reason Nya, his (adopted) sister, is gone. 

Everyone probably hates him. Why hasn’t Brad broke up with him? He’s a monster. He killed his own sister. All he does is kill. His father, Harumi, Zane with the overlord, Morro, and… Nya. He could’ve saved all these people or taken their place and things would’ve been so much better. But no, their paying the price. The price he deserves, not them…. Okay maybe Morro does deserve to die… but… Even if he did hurt Lloyd so much, Lloyd still feels sick thinking like how Morro does. 

“You’re going to get sick like this, Lloyd…”

The sudden voice made Lloyd jump and he quickly looked back into the apartment balcony door to see Brad, his boyfriend, give him a worried look… Lloyd still can’t get that look out of his face from when Brad “saved him” from committing. The absolute terror and sadness Brad had in his eyes that day… it as only a couple of weeks ago. Lloyd feels like a absolute dick for making Brad so worried. He’s such a burden for Brad. He should just jump. Maybe this time nothing will be in his way and he would make Brad so much happier.

Lloyd flinches a bit when Brad took Lloyds hand in his. Gently intertwining their fingers and giving Lloyd a soft smile. He gently pulled Lloyd into the apartment and closed the balcony door behind him. Brad pulled Lloyd to the couch, which Lloyd followed him with hollow eyes that kept their gaze on the ground. 

Lloyd didn’t say or do anything as Brad sat him on the couch with a soft but worried expression. Ever since Lloyds last attempt Brad has been even more protective and watchful of Lloyd. 

His dull green eyes looked up to see Brad walk into their bedroom and walk out with a blanket a second later. When Brad walked up to Lloyd he draped it across his shoulders and Lloyd looked to the ground as Brads soft blue eyes tried to lock with his.

Brad gently sighed and plopped on the couch next to his blonde lover. The blue eyed boy wrapped his fingers around the green eyed boy’s. A look of love was on Brads face as he looked at the beautiful blonde. 

“Do you want to talk about it Lloyd…?”

Brad tried to tilt his head so he could be in Lloyd’s field of vision but Lloyd turned his head to the side so he couldn’t look at brad. Lloyds shoulders tensed and he shook his head.

Brad was upset but he knew it would only get better if Lloyd talked about it, he gently squeezed Lloyds hand in his and rubbed his thumb across the back of Lloyds hand as he said in a soft voice.

“Please, I just want to help.”

Lloyd knew that Brad wouldn’t stop until Lloyd told him what was bothering him so Lloyd just sighed and leaned onto Brads side and whispered with his voice filled with guilt.

“I was thinking about Nya… and how different things would’ve been if I was never kicked out of Darklys. Like… would I still be the green ninja? Would Nya still be here? Just so many questions….”

Brad flinched as Lloyd mentioned Darklys, the place was hard for them both. But especially Lloyd. The teachers knew how good Lloyd was so they thought that beating it into him would “fix” him. It didn’t. It just made him more traumatized. 

So, Brad thought for a moment of how to respond to Lloyd. He wrapped his arm around Lloyds shoulders and kissed his cheek, Lloyd glanced at Brad with that but then looked away. Brad understood how much pressure Lloyd put on himself… so he didn’t mind. He knew Lloyd loved him.

“Lloyd… I think, in full honesty, being kicked out of Darklys was honestly the best thing for you… I don’t think you would’ve… I don’t think you would’ve survived. They were so brutal, and to you the most. You… You were so skinny and always had cuts and bruises… And with Nya. That wasn’t your fault. It was no one’s. Nya choose to do that, and I don’t think she would want you to blame yourself for her decision.”

Lloyd sat quietly thinking about it, he laid his head on Brads shoulder as he looked up at Brad. He tensed when Brad mentioned how harsh Darklys was… he understood why Brad thought that, but maybe just give Lloyd a few years and he would’ve been just like his father in that hellhole. 

Then he thought about what Brad said about Nya, and how she wouldn’t want him to blame himself. Now, he can see that. But that doesn’t stop him. He feels like a failure, and that’s never going to go away. He’s the leader. It’s supposed to be his role to keep everyone safe, and he failed. He couldn’t save her. He quit when she needed him most…. ninja never quit? Well he must not be a ninja then. 

Brad carried his fingers through Lloyds soft blonde hair, and kissed his forehead. Lloyd felt like melting at the affection. But at the same time he felt like yelling at Brad and telling him to stop, Lloyd doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve Brad. Or anyone for a matter of fact. 

Instead of doing anything though Lloyd just laid in Brads arms. He was still a bit wet and shaking from standing in the rain… Brad was right, Lloyd would get sick… great. 

He wrapped the blanket from Brad more around himself and then sneezed. His noise started to leak and Brad playfully rolled his eyes and joked to Lloyd.

“Now, what was it I said about you getting sick by standing out there?”

Lloyd just whined in response and Brad playfully rolled his eyes. He stood up and handed his hand out to Lloyd as he smiled to him.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Castle

Summary: This is me trying something out of my comfort zone.

Word Count: 1192 words (heavily unedited)

Pairings: Cash Wheeler x Reader

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose, @aerynscrichton, @daddyhausen, @damnnhausen, @starwithaheart, @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat

You terrify me

‘Cause you’re a man, you’re not a boy

You got some power

And I can’t treat you like a toy

You’re the road less

Travelled by a little girl…

“I’m sorry” Was probably a phrase Daniel was tired of hearing already. The sight of her on her knees, crying and begging him to not leave her while her closed fists tugged on his shirt became part of his routine after a day or so back at home.

She always managed to pick up a fight for no reason at all whenever he was home. It was confusing - to say the least. She used to cry whenever he spent too much time away on the road, claiming that she couldn’t handle not having him around anymore and when he finally got home, they would have a day or so of peace before she turned into this obnoxious creature that seemed to despise having him around.

It was becoming draining living like this, and truth be told, Daniel doesn’t know for how long he’ll put up with this.

“Get off the floor, nuggy” He gave a soft tug on her wrists, encouraging her to stand up.

Heavy, clear tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes were swollen from crying and her lips were slightly puffy from her constantly biting down the plump flesh. “No! Not until you tell me we’re ok! I’m sorry, Dan. Please forgive me, I- I didn’t mean to, please”.

…Give me all you got, give me your wallet and your watch

Give me your first-born, give me the rainbow and the…

This time, their fight happened because he apparently bought the wrong peanut butter. Which both knew it was a lie since he bought the same brand they always buy and the very same peanut butter she was eating before he went grocery shopping. This was again, her trying to pick up a fight for no reason at all. Only this time, things got extra heated when she tossed a porcelain plate at him and Daniel called her a “fucking lunatic”.

“Get up and let’s talk about it like grown ups, please” He sighed

“No” She vehemently shook her head as she looked up at him with pleading eyes “Dan, please”

“Stop acting like a child and get off the fucking floor for Christ’s sake!” His hands closed around her elbows and abruptly pulled her up on her feet. She struggled to keep balance when his hands let go of her arms, and she found herself almost falling down to her knees again.

“Dan-“ She tried to reach for him, but his hand stopped her before she could get closer “Don’t, just…Stay there, please”

…And I've never played a fair game

I've always had the upper hand

But what good is intellect and airplay

If I can't respect any man

Yeah, I want to play a fair game…

Her arms wrapped around her waist, almost as if closing herself into a shield to protect her heart from the words that were about to come out of Daniel’s mouth.

“I try, you know?” His voice bore a familiar tone of sadness she had quickly got accustomed to. “I try to be understanding, I try to do my best to keep this relationship going, I try to not let my love for you die but it’s getting hard, nuggy”. His deep sigh made her eyes shift down to the floor, where she kept staring at her feet like a child who was being scolded by her father. “What’s supposed to be light and sunny is slowly becoming heavy and gloomy. That’s not how love’s supposed to be lived, that’s not how it should make you feel”

“I’m sorry”

“Stop apologizing, it won’t do anything…it never does, nuggy. We’re always apologizing then a few hours later we’re into the same shit all over again, it’s like a toxic, vicious cycle” Daniel ran his fingers through his short, soft hair before he sat down on the couch.

…You got too close and I pushed and pushed hoping you'd bite

So, I could run, run and that I did but through the dust…

“Please don’t give up on me” Her irises gleamed with hope underneath the large tears that threatened to fall at any minute now “Please, Dan. I love you! I love you so much, but I’m scared of it”

“Scared of love?”

“Yes, I…I’ve never felt like this before. Like I’m at the mercy of someone else. As if they held my heart and well-being, not me. I’m scared, frightened. I panic at the mere thought of having my life crushed over a feeling…a feeling that I can’t even deal with! I’m scared of the power you have over me, so my brain tells me to end this before I become a hostage of my feelings for you. Then I freak out, and in an attempt of preserving myself from a possible heartbreak I just fuck everything up and end up hurting both of us. I-“

…So, go and challenge me, take the reigns and see

Watch me squirm baby, but you are just what I need…

“I don’t want to be like this, Dan. But I am. I’m lost, I’m upset with myself and I’m tired of not knowing what to do. I just…I just want to be happy with you but I don’t know how” This time her knees did gave in beneath her. She felt herself falling down, but before she could do so, a pair of arms pulled her down to the floor.

Daniel was now sitting on top of the rug, and he adjusted his position so that she could sit on his lap. Her gaze met his behind her tears “Please, Dan. Help me to not destroy this. Please don’t let me ruin us”.

Her heart was made of pure gold, something Daniel always commented on but she never took his word for it. She always wanted to be the knight, never the princess to be rescued. Always the cold, never the comfort.

But if she only knew that the main reason why people love her is her pure heart, she would deny it in a heartbeat. Because for some strange reason, she never managed to see good in herself, even though that’s all she was made of.

…I want to play a fair game…

“You’re so used to using rocks to build your tower that you didn’t even realize you already turned it into a huge castle” Daniel kissed the back of her hand before he cupped her cheek “I have no intentions of destroying your castle, nuggy. I just want to live in it with you and help you decorate it a little bit” His smile was warm and comforting as he smudged up her tears with his thumb.

Her forehead came to rest against his, and she laid a chaste kiss on his lips, quickly nodding in response to Daniel’s unspoken question.

“We can even build some new windows to let more sunlight into our castle, what do you say, nuggy?”

“With you, I’m willing to try anything”