#SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT

[goodkushnalchohol]

SAME DAMN TIME ‧₊˚ੈ mickey barnes x fem!reader. fluff / slight suggestive stuff / mickey 17 x reader / you’re an expendable / touchstarved mickey / mentions of violence / not proofread / lowercase intended

part 2..?

kenneth marshall was the biggest piece of bullshit she had ever seen in her life. it honestly made her laugh each time he’d walk into the lunch room and make the crowd erupt into cheers, who were happy to see their leader. he lost both the elections he had ran for and yet he still had so many followers that adored him - shocking really.

the only interest she had with him was the expendable program he set up on his new planet far away from earth. surprisingly enough, she signed up to be part of this program - partly because she was interested in it and partly because her office job was dragging the last of her happiness from her body.

the paperwork was long and heavy, and it took almost a week to finish reading fully, but she decided to take the leap and apply to be an expendable. handing in the application was the easy part of it, but earning the attention of all those around you in the middle of an airport was a daunting feeling.

having your body being copied for future printing was a bit of an odd feeling, but it didn’t matter anymore. and it really didn’t matter when she was planted with a gun against her head and had to shoot herself.

she did it of course, nothing really mattered to her anymore.

once their time on the ship got longer, people soon realised that she really didn’t care about what she did, and that she really was fucking reckless and careless - but that only made her more fun. her big personality on this sad ship made many people’s day, and she grew a secret admirer who wasn’t that secretive after all.

mickey watched her laugh and cry with her friends, her friend group at their regular lunch table were real funny, always laughing about something. sometimes he even found himself chuckling alongside them after overhearing a joke.

and he found himself becoming restless in his sleep the day after jennifer was crushed by that ice. he could hear her muffled sobs through the walls as she tried to sleep, and the empty seat in the lunchroom felt like an empty space in his heart.

y/n wished it was her instead of jennifer.

he could tell by the look on her face each time he saw her, it should’ve been either of them. they could be prinited out once again, but this was jennifer gone.

mickey soon found himself caring for her just a little bit more. on each mission they were sent on he made sure he was just a few steps ahead, and watched your every move with a bit more worry. he was glad he managed to get closer with her, but in this moment right now, he really wished she just ignored him like everybody else.

‘bu - but how did - why did you come back?’

her jaw was hung open and she was a blubbering mess, yet both mickeys had a slight smirk at the sight of her being so overwhelmed. mickey 18 had been printed out just this afternoon, and she wanted to pay him a small visit to see how he was doing. she really did not expect two of him.

the one of her rights seemed a lot more worried than the mickey of her left, so she payed more attention to the scared one. his hands were flailing all over the place and he kept stuttering over his every word - which made the other mickey scoff.

‘y/n i promise you, this - this was not intentional! but you cannot, you really can’t tell anyone about it!’

his hands were placed on her shoulders, holding her in place so she couldn’t run away if she tried. her brows were furrowed and she was gnawing on her bottom lip, something he really liked seeing her do. she shook free of his grip and backed up into the wall behind her, shaking her head at the two men infront of her.

‘so.. you’re mickey 17 -’ she questioned, pointing to the man directly infront of her, who nodded his head vigorously. ‘and - and you’re mickey 18?’ the second man only smirked, and dipped his head in assurance.

she covered her eyes and slid down the wall, sighing loudly at the situation at hand.

‘what are we going to do?’

mickey 18 approached her slyly, placing a hand on her shoulder. ‘we could always -’ she swatted his hand away, glaring at him. ‘don’t you dare finish that sentence.’

she thought about it for a minute, listing the pros and cons of actually doing what he was insinuating. she glanced up at the two men, one stood with his hands crossed over his chest and the other leaning against the wall with a hand covering his mouth. it was simple, one was sweet, soft and caring, and the other was rough, mean and hard.

maybe it couldn’t be so bad?

[cranberrv]

now i’m craving you to write about dally keeping his cigarette and lighter in readers bra 😭

hii anon! this is short, sorry! but supeer cute request 😊

a big finger gives your chest a small poke. “ow, dallas, watch it,” you grumble, trying to scooch away. you were in public, and he was embarrassing you, his hand down your little tank top, poking around your bra padding to find his cigarette and lighter.

he just chuckles and grabs your bra strap, keeping you with him. “oh c’mon, don’t get upset, doll. just need a smoke,” he says, fiddling around. “christ, this is hard to get out,” he mumbles under his breath, big fingers trying to pull out his lighter and a spare cigarette. he takes a peek down your shirt to see if he can catch sight of his winston cigarette, but he only catches sight of your bra. “ooh, the pink one? that’s cute,” he smiles up at you with his brown eyes, and it’s like he knows he’s embarassing you.

“dallas!” you scold, and he whistles, as if he’s making fun of you for getting him in trouble. “this is embarassing, can you please hurry up?” you whisper. “we’re in the middle of the dingo right now, not sure how many people wanna see you groping your girlfriend while they’re eating their food,”

he just laughs and gives you a kiss on your cheek. you can feel the cold metal of his skull ring frisk your chest. eventually he finds his cigarette and lighter, and he gives your chest a quick squeeze before pulling his hand out. you straighten out your top, glaring at him. you have no idea why you ever agreed to let him put his shit in your bra.

your memory comes back when he kisses you, it feels like a reward for putting up with him. you smile into the kiss and pull away, looking up at him. him and his gorgeous lips alone could make you do anything for him.

[blade287]

ren with a very clingy partner plss (i am totally not projecting)

No NSFW, wholesome alert

Will match your clinginess 100%. Anything and everything will be done together or with him nearby. Making breakfast? Let him help! Taking a nap? He'll join you! Going out somewhere? He'll go too! Wants to spend as much time with you as physically possible.

Prepare for lots of cuddling and smothering. If he knows you're just as clingy as him, he won't hold back at all. He's very affectionate and will shower you with love any chance he gets. He's just so happy you need him as much as he needs you!

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Summer Session II

700 words

CW: N/A

A/N: um, guys Y/N is a lewser and Sana knows it

[Sana x F!Reader] 

Requested: Yes

You texted with Sana sparsely throughout the week. It was a delicate dance for you and your growing anxiety. You didn’t let yourself reply to her more than twice a day, desperate to appear cool and aloof. After enough pain-staking back and forth over a couple days, you had plans to meet her for a drink on Friday night. On the train ride back downtown, your phone buzzed. You nearly dropped your phone trying to pull it out of your pocket to see who had messaged you. 

Chae 🍓: are u ready for your (friend) date, superstar!!! 

You: hi! no! why am i THIS nervous 

Chae 🍓: oooh you liiiike her now 😏

You: say that again and i wont tell you how it goes tn 

Chae 🍓: OKAY okay sorry 

Chae 🍓: but if she becomes your new bestie over me i’m fighting her 

You: NEVER i promise

You tried not to gulp cartoonishly when you arrived at the bar Sana had suggested meeting at. It was a three dollar sign type of bar, and your meager internship wages told you you’d only be drinking a single drink tonight. 

As if reading your mind, Sana insisted the first round of drinks was on her. The two of you sat up at the bar sipping drinks that used ingredients you’d have never found at any of the cheaper college bars closer to campus. Stupidly expensive, but the gold leaf that swirled in your glass was pretty, at least. The conversation between the two of you started out with safe topics like school and internships, but Sana, you found, was fun to talk to. Your conversation with her continued to flow naturally into other topics like music and shows. You were just about to ask her what her availability looked like for next week in hopes of meeting up again, when she turned to face you. 

“So, Tinder, huh?” she asked, a playful smile on her face. 

You felt your face burn. Sana signaled for two more drinks, giving you a millisecond to try and compose yourself before you died of embarrassment right there in the dark, moody bar. 

“Uh, yeah. It– it was mostly to try and make friends,” you stammered. Sana nodded slowly. 

“Mostly, sure,” Sana said. “Have you had any luck? Or– are you seeing someone?” she flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder casually, and the crisp, fresh scent of her hair products felt intoxicating suddenly. “I can never remember who in our cohort does and doesn’t have a significant other.” 

“I haven’t,” you said, maybe a little too quickly. “And no. I got stood up for the first time ever like right after moving here…” you paused to take a sip of the fresh drink in front of you. “Kinda took the fun out of wanting to find someone,” you said. 

Sana frowned. “You’re way too cute to be stood up,” she said. 

You blushed. “Oh, well–” 

“Forgive me,” Sana cut you off. “If this is like, entirely too forward…” she nearly drained her glass as she raised it to her lips to drink. “I know you said you’re using the app for friends and that’s cute, but I think I saw your profile say you’re a…” her gaze found yours. “...service top?”

“Oh god,” you cringed, mentally kicking yourself for putting that on there in the first place. “You saw that?” 

“Yes,” Sana said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Personally, I’d love to see for myself sometime.”  

“You– what?” You almost laughed, thinking she was joking at first. But then Sana gave you a once over and you nearly fell over. She wasn’t kidding. 

Wordlessly, Sana flagged down the bartender. She paid for both rounds for both of you. As she signed her name on the receipt, she looked at you again. “Are you free tomorrow night?” 

You nodded dumbly, moving to stand when she did. She hugged you. Had her perfume always smelled that good? You couldn’t remember now. When you pulled away, you must have had a deer-in-the-headlights expression on your face, because Sana giggled. 

“See you tomorrow,” she said, brushing your arm lightly. “I’m free after seven. Wear something cute.” 

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

🤫 <3

AHH MILLIE!!! peace and quiet and imma say with billy and clark

so for billy, i think it'd go like this:

billy'd convinced you to go on the back of his beautiful ivory stallion, majesty. didn't mention where you two were going only that he needed a break from everything. there were many stops along the way, restroom breaks, water breaks, food breaks, even kissing breaks. billy would stop every now and then to check up on you. he'd kiss you gently in the shade, making sure you feel loved. "we're here darlin'." you look around at the abandoned cabin nested in the forest. there wasnt a person in sight. no sounds of anyone except for the birds, deer, and other wildlife. you two hadn't even passed any towns for a while. "why exactly are we here billy?" you dismount from majesty, helping billy with the pack he brought. "nothin' 'cept for peace 'n quiet." when you two walked in, billy started getting everything ready. the bedroom, firewood for the stove, food. you two spent the rest of the day dancing, cuddling, talking. everything. your lives were always so loud and busy in lincoln. fighting the war, helping manuela and charlie, helping the local farmers. it was dangerous and tiring hence billy's plan of rest and relaxation. you two spend nearly a week secluded in the forest for some peace and quiet. "thank for this billy, i think we really needed this." "o'course darlin', anythin' for you pretty mama."

with clark its more like:

superman? more like super-busy-man. not only did clark have a 9 - 5 at the daily planet he also had a 24/7 as a superhero. he would go to work and on his ten minute break, he would zip around the world saving anyone who needed help. then, he would go back to work, continuing his reporting on local events and crime. on his lunch break, he goes on a more casual flight around the world, still fighting crime, but also picking up some local food from whatever country he was in. clark would then go back to the daily planet and continue working away with ms.lane. finally, at 5 pm, he would call you and ask how you're doing at your own job. you two got out at the same time so he would zip (again) around the world again for five minutes, the exact amount of time it takes you to clean up and lock your office and head downstairs to the lobby. only then, when clark watches you walk down the stairs and towards him, would he feel at peace. which is why he decided (and forced you) to take a whole week off just to spend time together at home with your dogs. “see, isn’t this the life?” he looks to you. “it sure is clark. the peace, the quiet, the dogs in the backyard. it’s perfect.” “i knew you’d agree darling, if only life could be like this all the time.” so you two just sit there in your backyard as krypto, cass, and spike run around playing as the sun sets on metropolis. cuddling as clark pressing kisses to your forehead as he soaks in you and that radiant light.

[gamesetart]

when art finally caves on taking off the ring i feel like he waits for a date. wants it to still feel as romantic and sweet as possible, brings flowers. then after the gloves come off he’ll offer you one final fuck w patrick. but he has to be included

folks we have to BUILD UP to stuff like this where's the pining where's the tension--

it takes a while. it takes tashi breaking up with patrick for art to make a few decisions. he recognises both the urge to hurt patrick, and the desperate desire to get him back. because before he was tashi's boyfriend, he was art's best friend.

art knows how to have both, at least one last time. whatever happens after that will just have to happen.

he takes you out on a date. lavish, even by his standards; a giant bouquet of your favourite flowers, a restaurant on the water. the stars are shining. he wears a suit, you a gorgeous cocktail dress he'd bought for you. heels to match, too. the two of you have three courses, then he walks you all the way back to the dorms. to his door. and you think he'll kiss you sweetly and ask you to stay, but he doesn't. he opens the door and its like your heart falls out of your chest.

instead, you make direct eye contact with patrick fucking zweig.

you swallow. patrick greets you with a grin.

"i thought you might like to fuck him again," art says, the door closing behind him with a click. and it sounds so strange and vulgar in art's sweet tones, so foreign on his tongue. "since he was the best you've ever had, and all."

your heart twists. patrick told - of course patrick told. they're best friends. of fucking course patrick spilled as soon as he could. bragging rights.

"art-" you try, but he cuts you off.

"i figure you should have a reminder of where the benchmark is," art continues simply. "before it changes."

at this, patrick laughs. "don't get cocky, donaldson. you don’t wanna give her false hope."

you're putting the pieces together, slowly but surely. oh. that was why - the dinner, the dress, the suit. art's ready. and you're conflicted, because you wanted this, you always wanted it, but when on earth did he get so... cocky? is it just because patrick's in the room? is he peacocking for his best friends's benefit?

art watches patrick fuck you. and fuck really is the only good word for it. your face in the mattress, his hand on your hip, dragging you back to meet every one of his thrusts. patrick is rough and fast and dirty. he doesn't savour you like he should, art thinks. but then again, what would patrick know? you're art's girl. patrick's just a dick you cum around.

art knows better. art can show you better, he thinks. he eats you out the way you taught him, and some part of him is aware of patrick's taste mingling with yours as he does, and some worse, smaller part of him likes it. he preps you gently, even after you've already been stretched open nicely by patrick's cock.

and, right before he slides home, he pulls the ring off his hand. he places it on your middle finger - it's a little big, it hardly matters - and kisses you. you're his, as much as he is yours.

[violentkisses999]

WORK

Summary: Just something short and sweet. Wanda finds comfort in you after a bad day at work.

Content Warning: angst, inspired by 'work song' by hozier

"If the lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me."

Warm lamp light illuminated all it could from the corner of your bedroom. Remnants of a hot shower hung around in the air, clinging your baby hairs to your hairline. The sun greeted the moon as dawn fell over the city that never slept.

The same couldn't be said for your Wanda. The slow rise and fall of her chest was a pace she could only succumb to in the comfort of these four walls. This shameless rest was only a privilege in your arms.

You sat up against the headboard, her back against your chest. Your fingers, still combing through her damp auburn locks. Your eyes, half lidded. Sleep has been tugging on your defenses as well. Your fingers became lazier with every pass over her scalp.

You couldn't recall the last time you'd seen Wanda so distressed.

°

She had just come back from a mission with her team, but things hadn't gone as planned. Plans always seemed to fall through the cracks when Wanda tagged along. One thing led to another, and everything ended with Wanda being discharged from her duties "until further notice".

She was absolutely humiliated. Hot shame thumped in her cheeks and palms as she mindlessly threw a few items into her backpack.

This was all her fault.

Just like every other time.

She'll never hear the end of this.

Wanda couldn't remain oblivious to the stares of disappointment as she left.

Her skin was numb to the night's brisk breeze as she paced the sidewalk. Her heavy backpack swaying to the rhythm of her strides. Steaming hot tears were quick to turn cold on her cheeks.

She wouldn't stop until she reached her place of solace. She was like a fallen angel crawling to its heaven on earth. Or maybe a wounded soldier limping back to their dirty barracks. Like a crippled bird, Wanda flocked home to you.

Who needed to know the good graces of the strongest beings on Earth when she had the sweet embrace of her baby?

about me main masterlist

[lvrrgirlll]

i saw ur other post about bf!patrick turning the heat up in the apt, but what about patrick with the gf that turns the temp down/opens the window in the winter so they have to cuddle…

sending this off anon bc this request is so very much me anyways 😔

STOP I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS THIS IS GENIUS

He’s been busy watching tapes of his games, reviewing moves and whatnot, for what feels like hours. He’s got some big match coming up and for some reason he’s actually decided to put in more than the bare minimum of effort beforehand.

“Pat…come to bed. I wanna cuddle,” you nearly whine, trying to coax him away from the screen and into your arms, but he’s not budging.

“Just gimme a second, I swear, I just need to get this done,” he reassures you. Well, it’s not very reassuring. Noticing that he’s in only a t-shirt and boxers, you decided to go adjust the thermostat. You crank it down a good 5 degrees lower than what you usually kept it at, moving then to crack open the window in your shared bedroom, which also happens to be right next to the desk he’s sitting at watching his matches.

He doesn’t say anything at first, but you notice when he starts rubbing his arms, trying to warm himself up. Eventually, as the cool night breeze blows through the window, he lets out a shaky, almost shivering breath. Closing his laptop, he stands, moving towards the bed, exactly how you wanted.

“It’s so cold in here…” he stammers out, cuddling up close next to you under the covers. “The videos can wait, I’m freezing and need you to warm me up.” His face is flushed from the cold, cheeks and nose all pink. He nuzzles the cold tip of his nose into your neck, placing a gentle kiss on your collar bone as he holds you tightly to him.

(I feel like deep down too he probably knows what you did and what your intentions were and is a little bit proud of you for that lol)

[cursedcupcakemaster]

I don't know if you are taking orders, but if so, can I order spider cider with Poison Apple pie with ghost! Skully? If you saw part 5 of the event, you will understand why... If not, you can just ignore it

Can i be anon🪻?

Sure you can

This is more of an au than anything because for this to work it had to be

Order; Poison apple pie with a glass of spider cider

Notes; I do not own twisted wonderland, Skully or the reader,Skully and Twst belong to Disney as well as the brilliant mind of Yana Toboso, reader belongs to themselves, this is just my interpretation of how this would go with the character, reader isn't neccesarily Yuu but if you want to imagine they are you're welcome to, y/n, reader is you

Warnings;yandere, implied death, creepy stuff (this is pretty tame actually)

Yandere Skully J graves x reader in:

Pictures worth a thousand words

Ever since Crowley gifted you the portrait of the king of Halloween odd things had been happening

Sometimes you felt eyes on you that you knew weren't the ghosts or Grim

There were times where things went missing of yours that never turned up

Sometimes you felt as if the Kings picture was watching you but when you'd turn to look the picture was the same

At night it was even worse you would hear laughing and almost like someone was walking around but when you looked or asked Grim and the ghosts would say that they didn't see anything

This continued for months on end, the only solace you seemed to have was in your dreams but as Halloween approached that feeling of safety was ripped away as a tall figure followed you through a graveyard filled with pumpkins and no matter where you went you seemed to find your way back into his arms with only his grin visible to you

Every time the dream ended you would wake and find tear stains on your pillow

To celebrate this years Halloween Crowley had dema- asked you to fix up Ramshackle for a little party

So you agreed hoping to distract yourself from the thoughts of the painting and your nightmares

After getting the supplies from Sam you got to work with your roommates and the help of the first year's

At one point you had to break up any argument between a certain pair of idiots but when you turned around you saw the pumpkin you were working on finished with a face that looked like it was twisted with fear and the knife was still in the pumpkin, you didn't do this and neither did any of the first year's so you guys chalked it up as it mustve been one of the ghosts trying to prank yall

Soon enough Halloween was here and the party went off without much of a hitch but you couldn't help but feel like you were still being watched by that painting

You were lost in thought until you bumped into someone excusing yourself you looked and froze

He looked exactly like the King of Halloween but that was impossible, Crowley said he was long since dead

When he asked what was wrong you told him of the resemblance before he smiled and said the king was merely a distant relative so it was an easy mistake to make before introducing himself as Skully J. Graves

You apologized to him but he told you to think nothing of it before he kissed your hand and asked you to dance with him to which you obliged

You found you and Skully had many things in common and when midnight neared he said he wanted to show you something so Skully led you away from the remainder of the party and upstairs

You wondered what he could have wanted to show you until an odd chill went up your spine but you tried to ignore it in favor of your new friend

He brought you to where the painting should have been but something was very wrong , the king of Halloween was missing and Skully smiled at you before he spoke

"You've been kind to me my queen but now it's time for us to go home, the witching hour is finally here"

Before you could scream he pulled you with him into the portrait and you felt your entire body freeze

A few days went by and no one found you or the mysterious look alike of the king of Halloween until Grim screamed in fright alerting the others to a most dreadful sight

Within the portrait of the king was now another figure , it was you frozen in time beside him

The king of Halloween had finally found his queen

[pa-pa-patato]

can u possibly make an osix fic 😞 pleaseeee 🙏 you don't have to tho dw 😭

Oswald smiled at the scene.

His kids have trapped bbros in a cuddle pile,(tho he had a sneaking suspicion that Bendy didn’t mind it) Felix was cooing over them, hands covering his mouth. “They’re so cute!” He whisper-shouted and Oswald chuckled quietly.

They were absolutely adorable- even Boris who was still pouting in his sleep from being dragged into this.

Both quietly made their way out of the room shushing each other, it was as peaceful as the circus can get. They made their way outside and sat in comfortable silence while looking at the sky.

This felt right. Being beside Felix, Watching the night sky knowing his kids are safe.

This is what he wanted in life.

Felix noticed he stopped looking at the sky and turned his gaze to him smiling as their eyes met, “whatcha thinking about?” It was a simple question.

Oswald wanted to answer, to spill all his thoughts and desires to him. But it was late, and he didn’t want to bother him with all those things.

So he saddled for a kiss, which Felix didn’t refuse.

“I knew it”

Both immediately turned around to face the owner of the voice, they saw a tired but smug Boris. “I can’t believe I was right” he laughed, “y-you knew?” Felix asked voice laced with confusion and fear. “Well, I suspected for a while now, Bendy avoiding talking about you two was a dead giveaway. He’d never say anything to out someone’s secret but he’s sucks at lying to me” Boris explained proud smile on his face.

“You…don’t mind this?” Oswald asked carefully, he knew this kind of relationship was… frowned upon. “Oh, I don’t care,” Boris answered nonchalantly.

Both let out a sigh of relief at that.

Felix seemed the most relieved, couldn’t blame him Oswald knows he’ll be an absolute mess when he decides to explain all this to his kids.

They waved Boris good night as he walked away leaving them chuckling as he grumbled about how late it was.

They chatted a bit longer before going back inside, they passed Donald who cursed at them for not sleeping even tho he himself was awake. But Neither argued with the duck, simply nodding as they walked away wishing him a good night.

They both lay in bed looking up, not speaking but it was almost like they didn’t have to.

As minutes passed both end up pressed against each other in a sweet dream.

[cometapollo]

dude PLEASE do some Christmas headcanons for TPOF cast, I need to know what u think they do (specifically mason cuz I'm obsessed with him atm <33)

Naw cus The Price of Christmas would be such a chaotic fangame. I need it in my life

I have this general headcanon that Mason will just pick up and carry Fox whenever and wherever he felt like it- just picks him up by his waist and slings him over the shoulder. Fox just texts Mason like

Fox; I need to be tall.

M.Heiral; ego or lights

Fox; Both.

M.Heiral; k

and then boom, Operation Christmas Lights is a go.

Derek harasses those mall Santas.

Celia gives everyone the most expensive gifts possible. It don't matter who it is, she's spoiling them for the holidays.

Komodo and Dragon make homemade christmas cards together over the course of about a week. Derek doesn't get one.

Fox hosts a Christmas party on Christmas Eve, featuring classics such as Secret Santa, eggnog contests, in-person torture sessions, watch-a-thons, and more!

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Fête des Pères (TF2 SpyDad Thing)

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Scout sat on his bed, clutching the card he had made. He had always been an artist by nature. He looked at it with a weird feeling well in his chest. What was he thinking? He hated Spy. He was sure of it. The arrogant bastard. Who cares if he "apologized?" It was fake. It had to be. There was nothing about that man that could be real.

So it didn't matter. The apologies, the attempts to reconcile, even the rare moments where forgiveness felt like a tangible thing. Scout crumpled the card. Swallowing the feelings, the anger, the sadness, all of it. He let out a shaky breath, rising to his feet. He needed to take a walk. He just needed to clear his mind, and throw away this damn card.

But even as he walked the halls of the base, anger bubbling inside him, he found himself in front of the one place he knew Spy would be. He had half a mind to start another screaming match with him. Not that it would be productive, but surely it would quell the resentment. He stared at the door, holding up his hand to pound at the door.

Spy sat in his smoking room as was common for most moments of downtime he had on the base. Cigarette in one hand, a scribbled crayon drawing of a family tightly clutched in the other. As if holding onto it would keep his latch on a distant memory would keep it from fading away. It was fuzzy in his mind, but he could still recall it.

It was early fall. The weather still cooling down from the blistering heat of summer. Spy leaned back in his armchair, watching as the young boy in front of him drawing with a purpose. His entire being focused on making the drawing perfect. Spy chuckled to himself, amused at the antics. The young boy suddenly shot up, triumphantly exclaiming its perfection with a look of unyielding pride. Half the words were spelled wrong, and the drawing was nonsensical. But Spy smiled none the less, ruffling the boys hair as he praised him for his effort.

He leaned back, tucking the drawing away and putting out the cigarette before rubbing his temple. The bittersweet feeling of nostalgia and regret settled inside him. He couldn't sit in here anymore. The room suddenly felt too small. Everything was too much. He stood up quickly and opened the door.

Scout was there. Crouched down, about to just slip something under the door, and just for a split second, Spy saw the little boy he left. Scout stood up quickly, chuckling nervously. He uncrumpled the card a bit more, trying to make it at least look slightly neater. Without looking at the man in front of him, he handed over the card.

"Hey, uh..." he scratched the back of his neck, "I guess it's Father's Day or whatever, so you know, happy that, I guess." He said quietly, not looking him in the eye.

Spy accepted the card with a polite thank you. Before stepping back, opening the door to the room, ignoring his previous attempts to leave. Scout was here, and he was sure that would make the room a little less small. Scout was here, and it was Father's Day, and Spy wasn't going to miss spending it with him.

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Happy Father's Day, Spy!

[r-u-mine-do-i-wanna-know]

I don't know if it's on your list, but Jily as prompt 4. "Please--Wanna be good--please."

It's dom Lily x sub James, James desperate for Lily after she's been ignoring him the whole week (either cuz he fucked up, her own amusement to get him like this, whatever you want.)

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Sorry I'm answering this late, I've been sick and haven't been great lately but YESYESYES.

James was desperate. Lily had been ignoring him all week, avoiding him in the halls, going out with Marlene and Mary every night---not that he cared that she had fun with her friends, but he just missed her.

Jame knows he could just pick her up and take her up to his or her dorm. But he doesn't. He knows he just needs to wait Lily out, because that's just how she is.

Eventually he breaks. He comes into Lily's dorms, in his pajamas, nearly in tears. He just needs her, god he's missed her.

"Please Lils---wanna be good--please." And how can Lily say no?

[lady-bizarre]

@axxxx13 tagged me (forever ago, sorry it took so long) so i figured i would share some of my headcanons for who Theo hangs out with in the pck

lydia - i think would bond over being pretty smart. but first theo has to apologize or make up in some way for harming her. i think a big step in the relationship would be if theo gets seriously harmed somehow, and lydia screams because her banshee powers think he's part of the pack, and theo would be flabbergasted.

derek - i think they both have that loner/survivalist mentality in a way? i think derek would understand theo a lot better than other people in the pack. if they both live in the same apartment building, i think they'd go on full-shift runs together. they wouldn't have the friendship where they're always talking to each other. but they would enjoy hanging out.

[alwaysurvalentine]

Written for Day 14 of @steddieangstyaugust - prompt: lake - wc: 262 - cw: none

- fair warning I wrote this in my notes app so forgive me for mistakes please 🥲

Enjoy! 💛

Drowning. Steve’s drowning. The lake swallowed him up when he tried to get back on the boat. Brave Buckley and Wheeler had dived in after him. Left Eddie no choice but to jump in too.

Wait- he’s already done this.

Chittering. The bats are chittering and swarming around him to take bites. He doesn’t have it in him to fight them off anymore. Can’t remember when he dropped the shield- he just hopes Dustin is okay.

He’s done this too.

Three gentle squeezes. The Munson’s way to say a silent I love you. His mom must be holding his hand, but why can’t he open his eyes? There’s a constant beeping in the background too.

Wait, it can’t be his mom, must be Wayne.

Hushed voices. He can’t pick up what they’re saying exactly, but he can’t help but feel comforted by the sound. Someone gets loud unexpectedly and he feels eyes turn towards him in the silence that follows. He still can’t open his eyes.

I’m trying guys! I’m trying!

A hand holding his, different than the one before. No squeezes. Just a constant, steady pressure. Finally, his eyes crack open the smallest amount.

Brown locks hang over the persons face, but the moles on his neck give him away. Steve Harrington is sitting at Eddie’s bedside with a faded Hawkins high shirt and jeans on. His hazel eyes are locked on where their hands are connected, his basically cradling Eddie’s. He looks sad.

With all the effort he has, Eddie presses three times against the palm of Steve’s hand.

[orangesocksonmyeyes]

right side of my neck pt2

bf!rafe cameron x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of violence (not against reader), slight manipulation, toxic relationship blah blah typical rafe stuff

this isn’t proof read SUE ME

after a lot of convincing and possible begging, rafe finally agreed to not do anything.

i eventually passed out in his arms with my head tucked against his chest. he was a night owl. most nights when i slept, he didn’t. we were opposites in many ways and sometimes i wondered how we became a functioning couple.

i stirred in my sleep when i felt the bed dip and arms return around me. this time they were cold. my eyes flickered open to see rafe already looking at me with sleepy eyes. his hair was disheveled and sweat glistened on his forehead in the dim lighting of the moon.

he must’ve noticed my staring because he quickly started running his hand through my hair, something he often does to get me to fall asleep.

it almost worked, had it not been for the slight wince i saw on his face when i leaned towards his hand.

i quickly sat up and clicked on the bedside lamp, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling his hand into view. fresh bruises and cuts littered his knuckles, the skin dry and cracked from the cold.

i should’ve made him promise.

he tucked his other arm behind his head, as if nothing was wrong at all. “are you serious?” i muttered, dropping his hand as i stared at him. he stared back at me, laying his fallen hand flat on his stomach. “you said you wouldn’t do anything, rafe.” i put my fingers to my temples in frustration.

rafe drummed his fingers along his stomach. “relax. he won’t tell.” he said nonchalantly.

he wont tell. good, so he’s alive.

“that’s not even the point.” i muttered, glancing at the clock that read 4:15am. i fell asleep at one, he was gone for three hours doing who knows what to that guy.

rafe leaned on his elbows as he sat up. he reached for my hands, i pulled away.

“baby, i did this for you.” he said, his voice cracking.

his looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

despite how i wanted to react, my heart ached at his words. i often had to remind myself that rafe didn’t think like i did. or like anyone did.

i sighed and pulled him into my chest by the nape of his neck, his looped his arms around my waist as i held him. “did anyone see you?” i whispered.

“do they ever?” he hummed.

cocky bastard.

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ermm nobody beat me up for this being SO short 😃 this is for @iwasunderduress again and any1 else who showed love on part one. I LOVE U 😜

drew looks so fine in that pic hello ? #drewstarkeymunch