#but hey never hurts to join in sometimes :o)

[doodlingcrayon]

Heck it! It’s EOY and this comic I drew still makes me laugh like a doofus every time I look at it, and I really loved working on this holiday piece for my friends! 🥰 I draw all kinds of stuff for my parties, both current and past! They’re all great, I love everyone’s characters!

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[mvrtaiswriting]

Hey! Someone suggested your blog for one piece and I decided to check it out!

I’d also like to make a request

How would the monster trio(+katakuri if you wanna write for him) be with a s/o who always looks at them as if asking them for permission to beat some one up (you can add anyone else if you want) f!reader or gn! Reader whichever one

Headcanons pls<3

Have a great day!

Monster trio + Ace, Law and Usopp with a s/o who looks at them before fighting someone.

hullo, thanks for requesting this! i unfortunately dont write for katakuri but i added law and ace to the mix, i hope it's fine! enjoy this lil headcanons, i loved writing these!! also, using this as a chance to restate that requests are open!

warning: none. gn! reader.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. 

Luffy: All it takes is a glare. It doesn't take long for Luffy to recognise the sparkle in your eyes. He feels it too; the tension building in your muscles, the adrenaline rising up in your veins making your heart beat ten times faster than usual. Lowering his straw-hat to cover his eyes, Luffy simply chuckles in response. He knows your potential and he is curious of the limits your able to reach and break. He takes this as a good opportunity to train and test your powers; nevertheless, he is watching your back and ready to step in.

Sanji: Sanji smirks and lights up a cigarette, making himself comfortable and untying his tie. He knows well that whoever crosses your path is in real danger - and he brags about it whenever he has the occasion to. He is overly proud of you; plus, winning a fight would always guarantee a special treatment from him. Preparing your favourite meal, smothering you in kisses, an endless ramble of praises. He enjoys the fight, making sure you don't get hurt as he meticulously observe your combat moves.

Zoro: Zoro tries to make you back off. Despite his love and respect for you, he would rather let you stay away from the battlefield. He is aware of your combat abilities, he just thinks it would be easier if you'd let his swords deal with it. Nevertheless, it's easy to convince him if you buy him an extra bottle of booze. After all, despite his protective instincts, he enjoys a partner who can fight and protect themselves. Seeing you go feral and win a fight always tickles his senses.. so you might be in for a good, particularly nasty training session afterwards.

additional characters:

Law: Law definitely doesn't approve your conflictual nature. Although he is a little trouble maker himself, he prefers approaching things, and fights, in a more methodical way - having a precise strategy, and more importantly, a reason. Getting caught up in a worthless fight would mean catching the marine's attention, and that would be dangerous. When he sees you joining the battlefield regardless, he sighs and stands back. But if you manage to get hurt.. be ready to hear him grumble under his breath about irresponsible you were as he medicates you.

Ace: You and Ace would meet looks, the same impulsive idea running through the synapses of your brain. He nods in response, a clever smirk drawing on his lips as he transforms the ramble in a challenge.

"First one to land a punch wins."

Usopp: Tries to discourage you from it. He knows you would be perfectly able to win the fight - but he also knows he would struggle to help you. Your fearless nature worries Usopp, and sometimes it makes him wonder how the two of you get so along. Dangerous situation fuel you, whilst he prefers running from them. Usopp would never give you the permission to battle someone if the situation permits a safe escape - a long, frustrated sighs is the only slightly positive answer you could receive. And when you jump head first in the battle, he whines and snorts, ready to snipe the enemy if the situation escalates.

[personwhowrites]

Okay. Last one!

(I just need this fluff for my heart)

S/o who admits to Price, ghost, Alejandro and Rudy that they see them as a father Figure and that they feel save and protected around them. (since they grew up without a dad)

I am so sorry it’s taken me forever to do your request! I loved making this, it warmed my heart since I know how it feels to grow up without a dad. Anyways! Lots of love for your patience Anon!- E <3

Father Figure

John Captain Price

He has seen your behavior in the past months how you become more closed and open to him.

It wasn’t a shocker to him when you admit that you see him as a father figure. He does smile at it and brings you into the bear hug.

He does tease you around the other men. Bragging about to them, slightly embarrassing you at times.

When you accidentally call him dad at a time in front of others he was dying of happiness, while you were dying of embarrassment.

He does have some daughter and father bonding training with you. Sometimes going easy on you make you feel more wanted and comfortable around him.

He accidentally keys it slip by calling you their kid while introducing you to other people.

“Dad! Hey can you get me that soda?” You say looking at your book. “Ple—“

“Dad?” Soap says looking at you then you realize the words you said.. “Woah that’s new y/n.”

“Here you go kiddo..” Price says handing you a soda. “We didn’t have grape.”

Simon Ghost Riley

He also noticed your strange admiration for him. Sometimes he would distance himself from you, knowing it hurt.

After you let it slip that you see him as a father figure he panics. He doesn’t know how to take in the news, he never expected that from you. Mostly he thought you saw price more as a father figure but instead you see him more as that.

It takes a long long times for him to finally accept the truth he’s a father figure to you.

It takes some times for him to feel comfortable around you. Knowing the fact you idolize him now, puts slightly more pressure on keeping you safe.

He does act like a dad when you two are alone. Teaching you everything he knows, making sure you can protect yourself if something happens to him.

The others do take note of this but don’t dare ask. They don’t want to ruin the value that ghost has for you.

“Now, steady.. breathe.” Ghost says helping you aim. “Look through the scope kid..”

“Right..” You mumble taking a small breath then take the shot. “Hell ya!”

“Nice.” Ghost says patting your back. “Real nice kid.”

Alejandro Vergas

It didn’t come to shocker to him. He could tell from the moment he met you. How you choose to leave Task Force 141 for his team. How your eyes shine the moment you joined them officially.

He even treated as one of his own kids. Blood or not you were his kid like or not.

The moment you let it slipped you see him as a father figure he was happy. Even throwing a party in your honor for finally being his kid. No one really question it.

He does also train you, wanting you to always be safe if one day things get bad with the Cartel and he doesn’t come back. Like Ghost he acts more of a father figure in private.

He does big you a lot of hugs, ruffles your hair every time he sees you. Slightly brags to your old team, just not too much since he knows they miss you deeply.

He does take a lot of photo of you and gives you the biggest praises for the smallest things.

“And… done!” You say placing the gun down. “All clean and put back together!”

“Vamos!” Alejandro yells giving you a hug. “Tu eres lo mejor!!” (Let’s go!, you are the best!)

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

He was slightly surprised when you ask to stay with them. Leaving the Task Force 141 for them was a big deal, sure you have long talks about with him but he never actually thought you would go through it.

He always saw how you would admire Alejandro, slowing connecting every he thought you father figured Alejandro. Yet you let it slip when you’re drunk, how you seem like a father you wish you had as a kid.

Alejandro is slight sour about it, but seen Rodolfo happy and lets it go. After that drunk confession he never lets you out of your sight and stays near you 24/7. Need to talk to someone about a problem? Boom! His right there waiting to be talked to.

He doesn’t care about showing father figure in public. The others in the team notice and bring it up to Alejandro who tells them to leave it.

Like Price he gives you bear hugs, knowing you live them secretly. He loves it when you call him Papa, or pa. It brings a warming touch in his heart.

“Pa!” You say running over to him with a small goat. “Can we please keep it!”

“Ay..Y/n.. que voy hacer contigo..” Rodolfo says shaking his head and tossing his head in laughter. (Ah.. y/n what im I gonna do with you…)

[miniwheat77]

Into you. (Gaz x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, protected sex, blood, violence, (lemme know if I missed any.)

(Summary): Y/N has a fat crush on Gaz, but what will it take for them to be together in the end?

This a short lil story of Gaz, hope you enjoy it.

Sitting at a table completely alone was something Y/N had gotten used to.

Ever since joining this base with 141, being the only female on base was a little awkward. She hadn’t made friends with anyone just yet and spent a lot of time alone. Her sleep schedule was messed up, her meal schedule was even worse, and she was expected to work through it, as they all were. The others on base could see this. A few times during the night they’d come out into the mess hall to find that Y/N had just then gotten the time to sit down and eat.

She was a Combat Medic. Went along on missions to help patch people up, and cared for them when they were here as well. Which meant she didn’t get too much sleep. Right now, her schedule was normal. 141 had tracked down Hassan and were onto new missions. They were at a point where they could relax for a couple weeks until their next mission. Nobody was getting hurt and she was the only medic on base for now. Just in case. And the only female on the entire base. Or so you thought.

To your surprise, your Captain had recruited another female Soldier. You were worried at first, sometimes women could be a little mean. But from the moment you met her, you got along with her well. You no longer sat at tables alone, always had someone to talk to, and she gossiped with you just like teenage girls would. Something you didn’t realize you had missed so much. The very first thing she noticed about you, was the giant crush you had on Gaz. She hadn’t said anything at first, but noticed the way you’d look at him when he wasn’t looking. How you always sent him awkward waves in the halls passing by. But never talked to him. Eventually, she brought it up to you. You denied it, but your reddening cheeks said otherwise. So, for now. She was going to be your wingman.

She didn’t want to walk right up to him and tell him you liked him. She didn’t want to do you that dirty. But she had to find a way to throw hints his way. The best way to do that? Mention how pretty you are to his friends.

It wasn’t a lie, you were stunning. The scrub outfits you wore did you Justice, hugging your curves. She’d even recommended tucking your shirt into your pants so it didn’t get in the way, it was advice you’d taken. Advice that was going to work in your favor. She became friends with Soap and by association, Gaz happened to be around all of the time too. That’s where she did most of her work. She made you sit at the table with them, made you interact with them more than you usually did. When you weren’t around, she explained to them how shy you were and how sweet you were. And how “under that scrub outfit I can tell she’s got a rockin body.” Which resulted in everyone laughing, Gaz too. She was going to get the both of you together. One way or another.

“Hey Gaz. You mind doing me a favor?” She asks him. “Yeah sure what’s up?” He asks. “I’d like to check on Y/N, but I don’t know where her room is, could you go check on her for me? I have to go take over watch.” He nods. “What’s wrong with her?” He asks. “She just seemed a little anxious earlier. On edge about something.” He nods his head. “Alright, I’ll check up on her.” She smiles. “Thank you so much Gaz. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.” After, she disappears. Right about now, you’d be getting undressed and ready for bed. She knew your schedule. Gaz makes his way for your room, knocking at the door but you don’t answer, which concerns him. He opens the door and his jaw drops. Your eyes go wide and you rush to cover yourself. Tugging your earbuds out. “Shit! I’m so sorry. I knocked but didn’t hear anything.” He laughs, eyes covered with his hands. “It’s okay- I’m sorry I had my earbuds in.” You blush. You rush to put your shirt on, quickly sliding on a pair of shorts that were available. “You can come in.” You breathe. “Sorry. Um.. Riley wanted me to check on you. She said she had to take over watch, so she couldn’t. Is everything okay?” He asks. “Oh uh.. yeah. I was just feeling a little off. That’s all.” You smile. He closes your door behind him. “Is something going on? You want to talk about it?” You sigh. “I really don’t want to bore you, Gaz.” You laugh. He smiles. “You can call me Kyle, love. And you can’t bore me. You need someone to talk to, I’m not busy.” He shrugs. He sits down on your bed. Patting the spot next to him. So you sit down. “I’m just a little homesick. That’s all.” You laugh. He nods. “Missing someone?” He smiles. “Yeah. My cat.” You laugh. “What, no boyfriend?” He laughs. “Oh- no.” You give him a face of disgust. “Sorry, Girlfriend?” He smirks. “No, not that either. I’m not gay.” You blush. He nods, a smile on his face. “You don’t do relationships or something?”

You shrug. “Just haven’t really hit it off with anyone yet.”

“Have you ever had any boyfriends?” He asks. “Yeah. Just one. We dated for a couple years but it didn’t work out. That was when I was young though.” He nods. “What about you? Got a girlfriend?” You ask. A pit forming in your stomach. “No. Same reason. Haven’t met the right girl for me just yet.” He laughs. “I’m sure it’ll happen for us in time Ah?” You joke. He smiles. “I’m sure it will. Try not to be so hard on yourself though. You’ve got a family here until we can get you back home.” He smiles. You nod. “Thank you Gaz.”

After you finish your conversation, he leaves and you’re left there alone. Your mind is running wild, never having a one on one conversation with him before, how the hell. Why?

That bitch set you up! She was so dead when you seen her next.

—

Riley was getting tired of this. Nothing she was doing was working. She didn’t want to do you wrong, but she was running out of options. She’d just have to do it. “Hey. Gaz? Can I talk to you?” She asks. “Yeah sure, what’s up?” He asks. “I’m gonna tell you something and I need you to keep it between me and you.” She crosses her arms. “Yeah sure, what is it?” He asks, “Y/N likes you. Has a massive crush on you, has since I got here.” He raises his eyebrows. “If you don’t like her, let this conversation die here.” He nods. A laugh leaving his lips. “That why you sent me to her room?” He asks. “Yeah but she’s so shy she wouldn’t do anything about it anyways.” He smiles. He nods his head. “Alright well.. thanks for telling me.” He laughs, turning around and walking away.

She thinks to herself for a second, maybe that was a horrible idea. You’d never get closure if you ever decided to tell Gaz yourself. She sighs, walking away. She felt like a horrible friend.

Gaz takes a deep breath as he walks away from the conversation. He'd definitely be making an effort to get closer to you. He had only ever talked to you a couple times. If you liked him, he needed to see if you were compatible before getting his hopes up.

-

Over the course of the next couple weeks, that's exactly what he does. It took some explaining for why he wasn't sitting with the guys at lunch and sitting with you instead. He went out of his way to see you in the hallways, and one thing he really noticed during this time was how sweet you were and just how much you guys had in common. You shared a ton of stories and every second the both of you were free, he was hanging around you. Riley noticed, but didn't say anything to either of you. She was scared Gaz didn't like you back and was just being nice. The more time Gaz spent with you, the more he realized just how compatible you were.

He's currently sitting in his room. He's nervous because he's definitely going out on a limb doing what he's about to do. He slides on a white shirt and jeans. Not his usual gear but he wasn't doing anything important. He slides on a pair of boots, adjusting himself the best he can to look as good as possible. When he's finished, he slides his phone into his pocket and begins his way down the hallway.

He makes his way outside, he knew you were out there. You took inventory in the storage shed for the infirmary once a month. You’re sitting down, going through some medication to make sure it’s not out of date when you hear the door open, making you look up. “Oh.. hey Gaz.” You smile. Heart skipping a beat when you see his outfit. You don't think you've ever seen him in anything like it before, always just his usual gear. “Hey.” He smiles, closing the door behind himself. “I just thought I’d ask if you needed any help. I know inventory is kind’ve repetitive.” He smiles. “Oh uh.. I think I can manage. Thank you though.” You smile. “That’s really thoughtful of you.” Gaz admires the way the safety glasses look on you. “What’s with the uh…” he points at his eyes, motioning to the glasses. “Oh uh.. I was working with some liquid medicine earlier and I always wear these just in case so nothing gets in my eyes. Wouldn’t want to have to Narcan myself mid overdose.” You laugh. “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” He crosses his arms, making his way toward you. “I am, training under pressure was rough.” You laugh. He nods. “Makes you quick on your feet though. I’ve seen how fast you jump into action when people are hurt.”

You shrug. “Have to be. Don’t have any other choices.” You’re focused on something you’re doing pretty intense and Gaz smiles. He likes how much you cared about your job. “So.. what made you decide to be a combat medic?” He asks. You shrug. “Like helping people, wanted to get away from my hometown.” He nods. “That’s fair.” By now, he’s standing right behind you. He places a hand on your shoulder, trying not to chuckle at the way you tense up so much when he touches you. “Why don’t you take a break hm? I’d like to ask you about something.” You nod your head, swallowing hard and praying he doesn’t hear your gulp. You slide your chair out, and stand up. Beginning to put the medications away in their locked cupboards. “Is.. something wrong?” You ask. You close the cupboards back up and spin around. “No.. Riley just told me something. Thought I’d ask you about it.” You swallow hard. “What did she tell you?” You ask nervously. “She told me that you have a crush on me.” He smiles, crossing his arms. Your eyes widen, lips parting just slightly. “I- I..” you laugh awkwardly. He walks closer, making you back up into the table behind you. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.” You laugh awkwardly. He slides his hands into his pockets. “Are you sure? Because.. maybe I’d believe that if I didn’t see it too.” He chuckles. Closing the distance between the both of you. Standing only a few inches from you. He towers over you, making you feel small. “Look.. I’m really sorry, I know it’s wrong an-“ he leans in, lips pressing against yours. Your eyes screw shut as he moves his lips against yours. Closing the remaining gap, hands wrapping around your waist. “You okay?” He smiles. “Yeah.. yeah I just..” you blush. He lifts your head up to look at him, kissing you again. "You trust me?" He asks. "Of course I do." You breathe. He smiles. "When she told me you liked me, I was a little skeptical at first. You know I'd seen you glancing at me before but I always thought it was my imagination getting the best of me. I never thought a girl as pretty as you would go for a guy like me." He smiles. A gasp leaves your lips when he lifts you up, setting you on the tabletop. He moves himself between your legs and a breath leaves your lips. No way this was happening. He kisses you again, deepening the kiss this time. He glides his hands up your thighs, drawing a gasp from your lips as his hands crept higher. When he draws away, your cheeks are burning.

"Kyle-" You try to say but he laughs, cutting you off. "It's okay. If you want to stop me you can." He smiles. "I was just going to say that uh..." You blush. "There's condoms in that drawer right there." Your cheeks turn red and his eyes widen. A smile forming at his lips. "Good girl." he smiles, taking a step back. He picks one of them up, walking back toward you. "Did you lock the door?" you ask. He nods his head. He helps you off of the table, smiling at how short you are compared to him. He kisses you again, and the time slips on from there. Your ears buzz, you can't hear anything but pants and sighs from each other as you undress each other. When you've got nothing else on to discard, he picks you up, setting you onto the table again. He's still got on his pants, his shirt is gone. He unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down just far enough to free his cock. You slide your hips to the edge of the table. Looking up at him. "You're really sexy you know that?" He smiles. "Thank you, I think you're really sexy too." Your cheeks are burning. You're sure you'll wake up at any minute, no way this wasn't a dream. He slides the condom over the tip of his cock, rolling it down to the base. He lines himself up with your entrance, holding onto the table for stability. He looks you in the eyes, this was something he wanted to remember.

This was out of the ordinary. For the both of you. Neither of you had done anything like this before. Neither of you were ever the type to have sex with someone you weren't even in a relationship with.

It hits Gaz and he takes a deep breath, looking down. "I'm sorry." He sighs. "It's okay." You breathe. "I've never done this before." He bites is lip. "Neither have I. I've only slept with one other person after a couple years of dating." You giggle. "We'll just have to do it together than." He smiles. He lines himself up with your entrance again, tip nudging at your opening. "Look at me." He breathes. "Keep looking at me." He pants, the tip of his cock spreading your folds apart, stretching you as he slides into you. You only just now realize how long it has been since you've been with someone. He's larger than the only other person you've been with. By a lot. When he bottoms out, your eyes finally close and he sighs. "Fuck.. You're really tight." His legs weaken just a little bit, not used the pleasure he's feeling. It's been a while, since he's been in the military he hasn't had any time for relationships or women. Who would've guessed you'd be the one to change that for him. He watches his cock slide out of you, your arousal soaking him. You were really into him. He had no issues sliding into you because of how wet you were. He blushes when he sees this. You really did like him. It takes him a little off guard.

He speeds up his thrusts and you're trying to stay quiet, quiet mewls and whimpers escape your lips, especially when he slides over this one spot, and he knows exactly what he's brushing up against. He moves his hips just slightly, until he's thrusting right into it, and you clamp a hand over your mouth, earning a smile from him, that's what he was aiming for. You're struggling to keep yourself together and he admires that he can make you feel so good, and maybe it's a little selfish because every time he hits that sweet spot, you clench hard around him. He pulls you even closer to the edge of the table, sliding even deeper into you. He tilts his head back with a groan, feeling hot. His face is flushed and he's starting to sweat a little. His thrusts are a little sloppier than he'd like to admit. But he can't help himself. You feel so good and it's been so long.

He feels a knot forming in his stomach, he'd forgotten just how long it's been since he'd even bothered to make himself cum. "You're so tight." He groans, leaning forward to suck at the skin on your neck, but being sure not to leave marks. He knew how much trouble you could get into and he wouldn't do you dirty like that. Not yet anyways. He pushes your legs up, kissing the skin on your calves, an attempt to soothe you that doesn’t go unnoticed. Kyle knows a lot about what he’s doing. Pounding himself inside of you, yet still making an effort to soothe you. A gentleman. You’re catching onto that pretty quickly. A cry leaves your lips and you’re clutching onto the table for dear life as he rocks his hips into you. "Fuck- Kyle. I'm really close." You whimper. He smiles. "That's my good girl hm? Cum for me sweetheart." He breathes. He’s gritting his teeth and he's right on the edge too but he needs you to cum first. He moves just slightly, thrusting a tiny bit harder and after a couple thrusts, he sends you spiraling. He has to clamp his own hand over your mouth, your death grip on the table has him smiling. His force pushing you until you're laying on your back. His hips don't stop and he rides out your high, overstimulating you just a little bit. He smiles down at what he’s done to you. So pretty and worn out. He groans out, whimpering as he reaches his own high, sloppy thrusts slowly coming to a halt as he fills the condom, eyes rolling back and his knees weakening. "F-fuck!" He gasps, you sit up to quickly kiss him to quiet him. The warmth from him filling the condom has you whimpering into his lips.

When you pull away, you're both panting and blushing. He finally breaks the silence with a laugh. "Fuck.. Can't believe we did that." His own cheeks burn but he looks down to hide it. "Me either." You giggle. He slides out of you with a groan and slides the condom off, tying off the top and discarding the packaging and the condom. He tucks his half hard cock into his jeans and zips them up, a groan leaving his lips at the sensitivity. You've gotten redressed by now and he slides his shirt over his head.

Afterward, he sits down next to you for a while. Talking about anything and everything as you finish up with inventory. You can’t help the tingling you feel between your legs, you and Riley were definitely having a conversation later.

This was the first of many Thursdays he'd sneak into the storage room with you. Any chance the both of you got alone, you took it.

[bp-zb1fics]

hey could you make some one shots w kum junhyeon where he says something mean to reader but then he regret it at the end

You didn’t have to say it like that

pairing: kum junhyeon x s/o reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canon au, angst ish, fluff, hurt-comfort

tw/tags: junhyeon confession flashback, bp finale aftermath, intrusive thoughts, junhyeon going through it, harsh words, giving space, apologies, cuddling

wc: 729

summary: your boyfriend has many words to say and sometimes some of them hurt.

a/n last lil drabble before I take a smol break to work on finals 😭 ~ pls love, appreciate and enjoy!

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You know Junhyeon talks a lot. Maybe a little too much sometimes. The words just flow out until some of them end up tangled in others, switching places, creating completely new meanings. You know this because that’s how he confessed to you.

“I know me really like you, will I go out with you?”

You stare for a second. Then, you laugh.

“Well, I hope you will.”

It takes him about a minute of celebrating before he realises exactly what he had said.

Everyone you told was amazed that you understood him so fast.

After the finale, he’s the quietest you’ve ever seen him. Sure, he’s smiling, handing out his enthusiastic congratulations to the debut members, greeting the other trainees. But as soon as the cameras are off and he joins you backstage, Junhyeon shuts off.

It isn’t the good kind of silence either. More like something uncomfortable is buried underneath his skin, emanating from him in an oddly dark dejected way. He moves mechanically, following behind as you unlock the door. It’s late and he just sits there. You sit with him.

“How are you feeling?” You venture tentatively, a little unsure of how to navigate around this Junhyeon. You’ve seen him angry, sad, tired, deliriously happy and downright silly but this seemed like something else entirely.

“I dunno, just tired I guess.”

“You’ve worked hard. You should rest.”

He laughs humorlessly.

“That’s what all of them told me. You’ve worked hard, Junhyeon-ah. You’lll get there, Junhyeon-ah. You did your best. Is this my best? Okay, maybe with my rank, I shouldn’t expect anything but I was close. I could’ve made it. But I didn’t, and I should have expected that but-”

He’s breathing so hard that you’re a little worried.

“They told me to prepare myself. Hoetaek-hyung, Jongwoo-hyung, even Kamden-hyung and Seungeonie were ready for it. So how come I wasn’t, huh? How could I even expect to-”

“Hyeoni, I-”

“No. You don’t get it. Just, just don’t say anything.” 

His voice is quiet and fierce and ice cold and he’s never spoken to you that way. And it hurt, honestly, it did.

Of course, you didn’t get it. You were just another member of the audience, looking at what was happening from the outside. Maybe dating Junhyeon gave you a little more to work with than an average person but you still watched through the screen as they edited these boys down into characters and fit them into specific shelves for applause. You watched. Junhyeon lived that.

So no, you really didn’t get it. But he didn’t have to say it that way. He’s upset, angry, sad, frightfully so because he put months of work into this program and while not everyone got to stand in the spotlight in the end, he’s told you how addicting it is once you get a taste.

You don’t say anything. You get up and go take a shower. Maybe you let a few tears flow while the water’s running, to soothe the sharp ache in your chest. The shower goes until your skin is pink from the heat and tender to touch. You get dressed, do your skincare, dry your hair and go to bed, resisting the urge to check on your boyfriend again.

Junhyeon slips in beside you when you’re dozing off, hair haphazardly dried, skin as pink as yours.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs. “I shouldn’t have said those things.”

“You weren’t wrong,” you whisper back.

“I still shouldn’t have said it that way.” he tells you. “I was frustrated and mad at myself and I took it out on you.”

“It’s fine, I think. Just let me know if you’re feeling like that and you want to talk and you just want me to listen.”

“Okay.” He agrees. “I’m sorry again.”

You open your arms and he slips between them, letting you hold him.

“It will be fine.” He says both to you and to himself. “The company said they’ve got plans for us too if we don't make it.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Your eyes are so heavy, all too soothed by the smell of his shampoo and how warm he is.

“I get the whole week off, I think. We should do something tomorrow.”

“Okay, Hyeoni.”

He gives you a quick kiss before relaxing into the sheets.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Hyeoni”

“Dream of me~”

Maybe you will.

[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

Under the golden hues of the late afternoon sun, laughter danced through the air as Tiffany and y/n shared yet another moment of uncontrollable giggles. Their friendship was a testament to the unexpected blessings life sometimes offers. Amidst the laughter, Tiffany leaned in closer, her voice a blend of eagerness and a hint of nervousness. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you," she began, her words weaving the beginning of a fate-entwined narrative, "would you be up for meeting someone really special to me? I think you'd like him a lot."

Little did y/n know, the universe had its own plans, orchestrating a reunion with a familiar soul she thought she had regretfully left in the chapters of my past.

In the soft glow of the evening, the stage was set for a reunion that was as unexpected as it was inevitable. Tiffany, ever the social butterfly, had been buzzing with excitement over the small gathering she had organized, completely oblivious to the intricate web of past affections that was about to be untangled.

Y/n, with a heart cautiously mending from past hurts, had agreed to join, unaware that the evening would steer her straight into the orbit of Jonah, the embodiment of every dream she had reluctantly awakened from. The moment Jonah's eyes found her through the doorway, time seemed to fold into itself.

There she stood, a vision that had haunted the corners of his mind, never truly leaving. His mind raced with a mix of emotions, memories flooding back as he locked eyes with her. It was as if time stood still in that moment.

His heart, a faithful compass, skipped a beat, instantly navigating the tumultuous seas of love he never really sailed away from. The air thickened with a mixture of anticipation and nostalgia as Tiffany, blissfully ignorant of the depth of the connection she had just reignited, introduced them to each other with a cheerfulness that bordered on irony. The charade of first introductions hung awkwardly between Y/N and Jonah, a thin veil over the profound familiarity that pulsed silently in the space between them.

As the evening unfolded, laughter and light conversation filled the room, yet an undercurrent of words and glances charged with history flowed quietly.

Jonah, with a gentleness that has always defined him, found ways to be near Y/N, his actions speaking the volumes that his lips dared not utter. It was not until the twilight had deepened, and the room had emptied of all but lingering goodbyes, that they found themselves alone, ensconced in the quietude that finally allowed for walls to come down.

They spoke of mundane things at first, the kind of talk that bridges gaps and fills silences, but soon ventured into the tender territories of family, of his mother who still held Y/N in high regard, of the time lost and the healing it had brought.

In the vulnerability of their exchange, the love that had never truly left found its way back silently, whispering unspoken promises of new beginnings and understanding hearts.

The situation between Jonah, Y/N, and Tiffany is a complex tapestry of secrets, emotions, and unintended consequences. Jonah and Y/N's decision to keep their past hidden from Tiffany was rooted in a desire to protect their current relationships and preserve the peace within their circle. They believed that by burying their history, they could move forward without causing harm or distrust. However, the truth about human connections is that they are often more transparent than we think. The way people interact, the unspoken bonds, and the familiarity that comes with a shared history are difficult to conceal, especially from those who are observant and emotionally invested.

Tiffany, being a keen observer and deeply connected to both Jonah and Y/N, began to sense the undercurrents of something more profound than what was being presented to her.

The family gatherings, which were meant to be joyous occasions, became a tableau for Tiffany's growing suspicions. The dog's affection, the warmth of Jonah's family towards Y/N, the way his friends acted like Y/N's own, and the unmistakable chemistry between the two could not be rationalized away by mere friendship or coincidental familiarity. These were the breadcrumbs leading Tiffany to the truth, stirring a whirlpool of emotions and questions within her.

The culmination of these tensions and the inevitable revelation of Jonah and Y/N's past connection came at a moment of undeniable beauty and vulnerability.

The beach, with its vast horizon and the setting sun casting golden hues, served as the backdrop for Jonah and Y/N to finally give in to their feelings. It was hesitant at first, a dance of emotions and memories, but as the sun dipped below the horizon, they found solace and truth in each other's arms. This moment, although beautiful, marked the beginning of a new chapter, one where they would have to face the consequences of their choices, navigate Tiffany's feelings, and redefine the boundaries of their relationships. The path forward would require honesty, courage, and the willingness to face the complexities of the heart head-on.

After enduring a heart-wrenching separation from Jonah, Y/N found herself navigating a tumultuous sea of emotions. Their breakup wasn't a result of lost love or fading affection; instead, it was a sacrifice Y/N felt compelled to make to protect Jonah from an ominous threat. An external menace, a man whose intentions were far from benign, had insidiously woven himself into the fabric of their lives, casting shadows of doubt and danger. He had threatened not only to harm Jonah but also to tarnish Y/N's reputation with false accusations of infidelity. In a desperate bid to shield Jonah from potential harm and to spare him the pain of scandal, Y/N made the excruciating decision to distance herself from him, believing it was the only way to keep him safe.

The path leading Y/N back to Jonah was fraught with uncertainty and fear. However, the bond they shared, built on a foundation of deep love and mutual respect, was unbreakable. Upon reunifying, Jonah's reaction was nothing short of exemplary. He embraced Y/N with an understanding and compassion that transcended the pain of their separation. There was no room for blame or resentment in his heart; instead, he enveloped Y/N in a cocoon of warmth and security, signaling an unwavering support system. Jonah's actions spoke volumes of his character; he was not merely a partner but a sanctuary.

Eventually, Tiffany's unintentional journey of emotional turmoil and heartache finds a resolution, a peaceful closure that many stories strive to reach but seldom do. The crux of her journey centers around coming to terms with the intertwined past of Jonah and Y/N, a past that, for the longest time, cast a shadow over her present. It's a narrative familiar to many, where the remnants of old relationships linger like ghosts, haunting the corridors of one’s heart. Yet, Tiffany’s story takes a hopeful turn, illustrating a profound truth about human resilience and the capacity to heal.

As Tiffany navigates through the complexities of her feelings and the intricacies of her relationships, she discovers something transformative within herself. It's akin to the first rays of dawn after a long, dark night—the realization that within Y/N’s eyes, there lies not just the reflection of a shared history, but also the glimmer of understanding, forgiveness, and perhaps, a shared closure. This moment of epiphany is pivotal, for it marks not just the end of a chapter, but the beginning of something new, something promising.

In the wake of this newfound peace, Tiffany’s path crosses with someone unexpected, someone who resonates with her on every conceivable level. This serendipitous meeting isn't just about finding someone new; it's about finding someone who is just right for her—a person who mirrors her aspirations, complements her strengths, and understands her flaws. This relationship stands in stark contrast to her past, not because it’s devoid of challenges, but because it’s built on a foundation of mutual respect, shared values, and an unwavering support for each other. Tiffany’s story, thus, beautifully encapsulates the journey of self-discovery, of moving beyond the past, and of finding love that elevates and inspires.

[eddieboi23]

i know you only do wednesday x gn reader but can you do a brother sister comfort story abut pugsley crying in the corner because he thought wednesday forgot about him because she has been spending so much time with reader and has been distant, so wednesday sees hi crying and tries to comfort him and convince him she still cares about him.

Do you still love me?

Wednesday Addams x gn reader + Pugsley

(Wednesday )

Summary: Pugsley gets upset when he thinks his sister loves you more than him

Tw: threats, lovey stuff idk

Y/n)=your name

“-this is thoughts-“

“This is talking”

(Not a ship of Pugsley with wednesday or y/n, that’s gross)(y/n x Wednesday 😌/dating)

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Wednesday wasn’t one to get distracted by a person, But with you it was just, so easy.

You met at Nevermore, and clicked.

Maybe it was because you understood her and never judged any dark stuff she said, sometimes joining in.

Or maybe because you religiously respected her boundaries.

Nevertheless, she’s been distracted from everything else, and some people are starting to notice.

—

It was parents day, your parents never showed, as usual, so you hung out with the Addams.

Gomez and Morticia were happy to meet you, although Pugsley didn’t seem as thrilled.

It’s not like he hated you, he was glad his sister wasn’t as heartless as she seemed, but he wasn’t quite ready to let go of his big sisters attention, not matter what kind.

Short story short, he was jealous, and kind of upset, he knows he shouldn’t be, you were so nice to him, buts he’s only human after all.

He should have said how he was feeling, but he didn’t want to bother anyone. no one knew how he’s was feeling.

His parents were distracted by the fact that Wednesday found love, you thought he just wasn’t social, Wednesday can’t see emotions even if it slapped her in the face, and lurch was well…lurch.

So he chose to suffer in silence.

-

He wanted to spend time with Wednesday, maybe go fishing like they used to.

But everytime he tried spending time with her, she was with you, or you came along, defeating the purpose of sibling time.

He just wanted a little time, because parents day was only so long.

After awhile he gave up, snuck away when no one was looking, and sat in a deserted corner of the school.

He knows he’s pouting, but he doesn’t care.

His mind starts to get to him. What ifs and depressing questions. “-what if Wednesday loves y/n better than me, what if Wednesday hates me, what if y/n takes Wednesday away from me forever??-“

His eyes start to water, and he breaks down.

Sobbing, he brings his knees to his chest and cries in his hands.

——

(Pov: Wednesday)

She noticed her brother sneak off almost immediately.

She shouldn’t be worried, but he’s a small pitiful child, someone could really hurt him, and she didn’t want anyone but her to hurt him.

At least that’s what she told herself, as she excused herself shortly after he’d been gone, and went to find him.

She searched for awhile before she found him curled up in a corner, pathetic.

She walked to him and stood above him. “Pugsley.”

He jumps and looks up at her, sniffing and wiping his face. “O-oh hey Wednesday…what are you doing here?” He says, attempting to hide the shake in his voice.

Her eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. “I saw you leave. Why are you crying? You know emotions equal weak.”

He looks down and sniffs. “I’m sorry….”

Wednesday sighs and sits down next to him.

He looks at her confused, and she looks back at him. “Well, go on, talk about it. Y/n said should get better at comforting, although don’t expect much.”

He looks down and fiddles his fingers. “It’s nothing..”

She lets out an annoyed sigh. “Speak before you never get this chance again.”

He sighs. “Ok well…it’s dumb but….I miss you… and you’re always spending time with y/n and never me, and i know you love them but……do…do you like them better than me?” He looks at her with tears in his eyes.

She stares at him, taking in his words and trying to find the right ones to say back.

She hesitantly puts a hand on his shoulder, and he looks at her hand, then at her.

“Pugsley. You are my brother, I tolerate you AND Y/n. There is no need to feel upset. As siblings, we have a bond that me and Y/n will not have. You are as important as them. So don’t wallow in self pity any longe-“ she’s cut off by Pugsley hugging her tightly. “I love you too sis,” he says in a shaky voice.

Wednesday sits there for a second, before patting him. “Yes, now let’s go. We can, spend time together. Perhaps later you can spend time with y/n, they quite like you.”

He lets go of her and looks at her with sparkling eyes. “Really?”

She glances away. “Yes, they said, and I quote, ‘your brother is so cute, I’d love if he spent time with us’” Wednesday say with mild disgust.

He smiles and sniffs before hugging her again. “Ok, thank you Wednesday.”

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SOBBING ,BABY PUGSLEY WHO HURT YOU😭

[matthewfuckinggraygubler]

· T H E A R T O F G E T T I N G T O K N O W | S P E N C E R R E I D · PT 1

I'm sorry if some jokes don't make much sense in English, as they were originally written in Spanish. I'm not very good at English either, so this might not be the best translation. Sorry! This fanfic is just an experiment, so please don't be too harsh... I'm not a writer; I just want to have fun. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it!

· Pairing: Spencer Reid/OC · Category: Fluff · Warning: None · Words: 2650 · Parts: Pt 2 · Pt 3 · Pt 4 · Summary : Eli, a psychology expert and old friend of Luke's, joins the UAC as a consultant and quickly bonds with Spencer Reid. As they delve into a complex case, Eli and Spencer find themselves drawn to each other on a deeper level. · Note about Eli: Her neurodivergence (She is autistic) is implied but it's never really said. · Spanish on Wattpad. English isn't my first language, be kind!

· Masterlist

· P O V E L I ·

Eli was sitting on the backrest of the bench. She took a sip of coffee and looked at her friend.

—Hey, give me a pastry, Luke. Are you going to eat them all or what? We always have the same fight over breakfast… if I didn’t love him… well, and if I wasn’t so sleepy…

—Haven't you already had one? —the dark-haired man protested.

—Hey! I really hate you sometimes. Don’t move the box away again! —Eli complained as she pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her wavy, black hair. It was quite cold, especially this early.

Sometimes we had breakfast together before work. I work as a professor at the university; I studied psychology and forensic sciences. And Luke… well, he's a criminologist, working in the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.

—Seriously, give me a damn pastry. I’m hungry, and you’re such a glutton! —She jumped off the bench and tried to grab them.

—What the…? What do you mean by glutton? What’s that? AHAHAHA

—It means you eat a lot, that you eat everything, smartass… —Eli commented, narrowing her dark eyes.

—Really? Now you’re part of the Royal Academy of Language?

—Since when are you so sarcastic? I hate it when he makes me grumble… seriously, pff… By the way, aren’t you supposed to stay in shape for the FBI, oh “super smarcle agent ”?

—“Smarcle”?

—It’s a play on words, little brother. Do you know what that is? Smarty + muscles —the girl smiled mockingly.

—Uh, you’re so funny, shorty… If you keep laughing, you’re going to choke…

—You love it when I give you nicknames. Smarty is my favorite —she smiled broadly, tilting her head to look at him.

We’ve known each other since we were kids, we’re like siblings. I know he adores me, though sometimes… Well, our relationship is like that. I guess we love each other, but we can’t help it.

—Stop calling me that… I hate it…

—Oh… I’m sorry… did I hurt your little pastry-filled heart?

—Seriously…? hahaha you’re the worst… —Luke shifted and gave her the last pastry.— I knew he would do that… This idiot always makes me smile in the end. —Hey, changing the subject… have you thought about what I told you? Let me talk to my boss, seriously, your help would be great on this case.

—Seriously, Luke, I’m swamped with work…

—Eli… I know it scares you, but on the other hand, you’re motivated to try new things. It’s an opportunity to help a lot of people, and me… come on…- That pouty face… ugh…

—O-Okay… Yeah, yeah, I can do it, but if I get overwhelmed with work, I’ll have to drop it, you know that, right?

—Yes, yes, a thousand thanks, babe! I love you! —And I…

—I know —she said, raising an eyebrow before taking a sip of her coffee, as if it didn’t matter.

—Stop acting tough, dummy…

· P O V L U K E ·

Luke arrived at the BAU and greeted his colleagues, who were already working in the bullpen. He was a little late because he got held up with Eli.

—JJ, his blonde friend, greeted him quickly and commented—: Hey, I hope at least you brought something for breakfast, slowpoke.

—What’s up with all of you today? —Luke laughed—. Stop giving me a hard time for a bit, will you? Sometimes a guy has a heart —he said, pouting.

—All of you? —JJ’s eyes widened—. Uh, who’s the girl giving you a hard time…?

—Very funny, JJ… I wish it were that kind of thing —Luke joked with a smile.

Spencer chuckled, watching the scene, and Rossi held back his own jokes.

—I’ve been with Eli. She’s like my sister, so cut it out with those kinds of comments, will you? It’s… ugh, almost incestuous —his friends reacted with some laughter; they’d heard of her before but didn’t know her—. Anyway, I have to go talk to Emily, see you in a bit.

—Yes, sir… and he dodges work again… —Rossi commented.

—How’s that crossword coming along, Rossi? —Spencer couldn’t resist adding with a grin.

· P O V E L I ·

The hustle and bustle of the UAC headquarters was more overwhelming than I had anticipated. I accepted Luke's offer, but now that I was here, surrounded by strangers in an environment that seemed so alien to my world, I was starting to have doubts. "What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?"

—Eli, come here! —He greeted me with his usual carefree smile, the one he wears so well and that always made me feel a bit more at ease, but that also had the power to get me into trouble from which I didn’t know how to get out, because the truth is I’ve never been good at saying no and Luke tends to be very persuasive, he’s always been like that since we were kids. "Okay, Eli, you can do this. Just hold on a bit, meet the people, and then go back to your safe zone."

—Guys, this is Eli —Luke said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, trying to appear calm and confident. "Okay, breathe, smile, and greet. Everything will be fine..."

—Hi, it’s a pleasure. —I tried to smile warmly, but meeting new people isn’t exactly my strength. So I’m not quite sure what my face looked like at that moment... I’m not too fond of having my personal space invaded and suddenly find a blonde girl 10 cm away from me... I almost died...

—Hi! I’m Garcia, Penelope. Oh my God, are you really friends with Luke? Do you put up with him? —I liked that she had a lot of decorations in her hair and wore so many colors. It was like she illuminated the room.

—Well... actually no, not much.

I tried to joke, but I think I was more serious than I intended, although she laughed. "Damn Luke, I shouldn’t have let him talk me into this. I think I’m having a panic attack right now, there are too many new people here..."

—Haha... so funny, Eli... I think what Eli means, Garcia, is that I put up with her. Let me introduce you to the others. Rossi, JJ, Matt, and... Where’s Reid?

—He said he’d be late today, he’ll be here in a bit —JJ, the long-haired blonde with clear eyes, added—. Let’s start without him.

"Great... come on Eli, take it step by step... Be cordial, do your job, smile, kill Luke, and go home. Not necessarily in that order."

Luke took me around, introducing me to the rest of the team. I tried to keep my composure, but my mind was a mess. "I’m smiling, right? Touch your face subtly and check... Okay, no, damn it, smile, your serious face is scary. Okay, good, now yes. Be beautiful, be a damn Disney princess."

Finally, Luke led me to his desk, and I sat down, grateful for a moment of rest. The atmosphere was pleasant, yes, but also overwhelming in a way I hadn’t anticipated. I need a lot of preparation, and new environments overwhelm me too much. Just at that moment, I heard Luke’s soft voice breaking the silence.

—Don’t worry, Eli, you’ll do well here. Besides, you haven’t met Reid yet. I’m sure you’ll like him —he said with a reassuring smile.

—Yeah... It’s not that... Too many people all of a sudden... All unknown... —I replied with a somewhat forced smile, though I was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. Hopefully, I could handle the situation without seeming like a complete rookie.

—Come on Eli... You can handle this and more. I trust you, so trust yourself too. I love you, okay? —I smiled at him, trying, in part, to feel better about myself.

· P O V S P E N C E R ·

I arrived later than usual, and when I walked into the office, the first thing I noticed was the new presence in the room. Luke was talking to a woman who, by her posture and the way she looked around, seemed a bit out of place, but still maintained a smile on her face, a smile that looked forced.

As I approached, I could see that she was making a visible effort to fit in. Luke spotted me immediately.

—Reid! —he called out, pointing to the new arrival—. Come here, let me introduce you, our new external consultant. My friend Elisabeth Jackson.

Elisabeth looked at me, and for a second, our gazes met. I don’t know what happened in that moment that threw me off completely. She smiled shyly, and something in her expression made me smile too.

—Hi, Elisabeth. It’s a pleasure to meet you —I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Her dark, intense eyes sparkled with an intelligence that seemed to want to analyze every little detail. But also a hint of nervousness that made me smile, recognizing in her someone who, like me, might prefer to be in a quiet library rather than in the midst of a group of talking people.

—Hi, Reid. —She said with a friendly tone, though I perceived a slight tension in her voice. —Eli is fine... —she hesitated.

—Okay, Eli... yeah, sorry... —I don’t know why I got nervous, suddenly felt like an idiot for apologizing.

We stood there for a moment, exchanging tense but cordial smiles, until Luke broke the silence to continue with the introductions, and we went back to our daily routine. However, I couldn’t help but glance at Eli a couple more times during the morning, curious, not knowing why she intrigued me so much.

· P O V E L I ·

Spencer Reid's arrival jolted me out of my reverie. The prodigy in his field, well, in many fields, I knew who he was, and of course, I was familiar with his work, but I didn’t recall his eyes, and that they would impact me more than his publications. "Girl, what are you thinking...?"

Yes, I knew him from college, just from a couple of classes; we crossed paths occasionally, though he doesn’t seem to remember who I am, to be honest. Understandable, on the other hand.

We sat together during the meeting, and although I spent most of the time in silence, feeling like an outsider in a new environment, Reid made the atmosphere a bit more bearable. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, his words carried a weight that made them seem more significant.

He looked at me with his brown, curious eyes, as if he were trying to decipher who I was. *He did this repeatedly throughout the day and I tried not to seem too nervous; I didn’t want them to think I wasn’t up to the task. "He’s uncomfortably kind, analytical, looking for something... and my abilities drop to -1000 when someone is watching me, damn it..."

The day went on, and despite my initial anxiety, I gradually started to feel more comfortable. Garcia was a whirlwind of positive energy, and although she intimidated me at first, I soon found that her enthusiasm was contagious. Spencer, on the other hand, was a calm and constant presence, someone I knew I could share deep conversations with without feeling judged.

The first day was going quite well. "I need a break..." I went to the common room and sat down to eat something, not before getting distracted by making little paper balls with a napkin and scribbling in my small red notebook. Spencer walked in just as I was stacking several objects on top of each other, trying to see if I could balance them. Me and my brilliant mind.

—Sometimes, a break is just what you need to think clearly. —He said as he pulled a sandwich from his bag, looking at Eli with amused curiosity and sitting down across from her.

—Eli jumped and knocked everything over, not without letting out a small scream first. —Oh, crap... —She turned beet red as she looked up and began to pick everything up.

—Spencer chuckled quietly. —What are you doing...?

—I... uh... n-nothing... It’s just how I am. —She opened her eyes wide. "What are you saying?! How are you like this?! Are you dumb or what?"

—He couldn’t hold back and let out a small laugh. *—*He seemed entertained, certainly... an improvised 3D puzzle.

—Well... yeah... —He cleared his throat, biting his lip, fiddling with the napkin. —I like puzzles.

—Yeah, I can tell. —The brunette gave a smile, leaning a little toward her, almost instinctively. —I guess this job, like psychology, has something to do with puzzles.

—Eli smiled softly, feeling more at ease and forgetting the previous incident, then hesitated before continuing. —I’ve always been interested in human behavior, patterns... Since I was little, I’d observe how people acted. In fact, when I was in college... —She paused for a few seconds, hesitating. —I had a class in criminology with you. You were... well, like you are now: brilliant.

—Really? —He asked, furrowing his brow slightly as he tried to remember, looking up. —What was the class?

—Advanced Psychology. —She murmured uncertainly. —You were always at the front.

—Advanced Psychology... —he repeated, then his expression changed as if something clicked in his memory. —Row four, seat six... was that you? You always had a notebook... yes, like that one, red, and you sat near the window.

—Oh! —She exclaimed, surprised and a bit flushed. —Yes, that was me... I can’t believe you remember so well. "Don’t get too excited, friend, he has a super brain, it’s not because of you."

—I have eidetic memory, but... —he smiled slightly, somewhat embarrassed. —It’s not always so clear with people. What seems odd to me is that you noticed me, I mean, hmm... well, you know... that you specifically remember me... —Spencer trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

"I need to scream and process everything he’s telling me. Are there any hidden messages here? Can someone translate all this for me?!" —Uh... Well, it’s that I’ve always played at that, really, I like observing and learning. I memorize what people do, how they are, how they might be... So I remember weird things at absurd moments, I suppose —she admitted with a soft laugh, now feeling more at ease. —You always seemed so focused, so... in your own world.

—It’s funny... —he said, looking directly into her eyes, with a sincere smile. —I always thought I was completely alone in that world, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

—I’m glad to know I wasn’t so invisible after all. —She said, holding back a sigh.

—Definitely not. —He said softly, smiling —And now, I’m really happy that we’re here, sharing something more than just a class.

—And I... —she replied, feeling the conversation flow naturally, though she felt like running through the halls screaming and completely red. She wasn’t sure if she had a kind, panicked, or clownish expression. "Oh God, I’m losing it. What’s happening? He’s adorable and I want to die!!"

The case would continue its course; Luke provided me with constant support, he knows my difficulties, and for me, the most important thing at that moment was to adapt, to find my place among them. With a bit of luck, I might feel settled in this new environment. "Come on, Eli. Just one step at a time." · Requests via DM ·

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Well, the first chapter. I had an introduction, but I decided to combine it with the first chapter since it felt too short. I hope you like it; I'll try to update soon. I'm really enjoying writing the conversations, to be honest. There’s still quite a bit to go, I don’t know how many chapters there will be, but my idea is for this to be very FLUFFY, you know, kisses, intimacy, cuddles... we'll get there. If you have any comments, contributions, or questions... you know where to find me. That will come soon, I’ll speed up to get to the important stuff, I promise.

Kisses!

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"The Mall" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Steve finally finds a way to explain what happened to Lori's mom… and it's not at all what Y/N was expecting.

Pairing: Single Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,661

Content Warning: explicit language, Steve and Lori's backstory gets explained and it's hella angsty, sorta character death, mentions of suicide, mentions of the Mind Flayer, mentions of the "mall fire" incident, references to Steve's past sex life, mild mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything else because there's a lot lmao

Genre: Angsty as hell, also Hurt/Comfort

Extra Notes: everyone say a prayer for our poor baby steve, he's being TORTURED

Originally Written: between 10/18/2022 and 10/21/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

honeysuckleharringtons main masterlist can be found here!

single dad!steve blurbs masterlist can be found here!

A couple hours and three glasses of strawberry lemonade later, Lori's eyes were growing heavy as she slumped over in Steve’s arms.

He chuckled as he kissed her forehead. "I think it's time for someone's nap."

He stood from his spot, his arms wrapped tightly around his daughter. He made his way into her bedroom, placing the girl lightly on the mattress. As he headed to her bookshelf, Steve was met with quiet snores, prompting him to slide the copy of "Goodnight Moon" back onto the shelf.

He kissed her forehead once more, taking her Scooby-Doo plush from the nightstand and placing him beside Lori on the pillow. Steve smiled as he looked over her one last time, pulling her comforter over her.

He made his way back to the living room where Y/N sat and sighed as Steve plopped down beside her. "Might be Daddy's nap time too," he chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Y/N's hand wandered its way up to his hair, her fingers brushing softly through the brown strands. "Hey, don't feel bad if you need to. I can leave at any time," she replied. "In fact, if you don't tell me when, I might not ever leave."

He considered his options. He didn't want to seem rude if he said, "I really could use a nap," and sent her home. But Steve had been up all morning catching up on chores while Lori slept. He could really use a nap.

Y/N knew by the expression on his face that he was considering her offer. Truth be told, she secretly wanted him to take a nap. She knew how hard he'd been working. Between all the overtime he'd been working and taking care of Lori, he rarely took time for himself—even if that was only to rest.

He looked over her saddened expression. He didn't want her to leave so soon either. His fingers traced her cheek lightly as he asked, "Would you wanna join me for a nap? O-only if you're comfortable."

She nodded, leaning over to kiss the end of his nose. "I'd love to."

That was how Steve found himself—loose sweatpants, messy hair, and all—lying in bed next to Y/N, his arm slung tightly around her stomach.

Her fingers tugged through his hair as Steve lazily slumped his head on her chest. Y/N's breath was shaky as she spoke. "Hey, Steve?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, pivoting his head to face her.

She considered her words, whether or not she should actually say what she was thinking. Still, she continued on, nearly shaking from her nervousness. "I know that we've been on a minimal amount of dates so it doesn't really matter that I'm saying this, but I want you to know that I would never try to replace Lori's mom."

Steve swallowed hard before pulling himself up in the bed, lying at eye level with Y/N. "Don't take this the wrong way, but no one could ever replace Maggie. No matter how hard they tried."

The room stayed silent for a moment, the two attempting to figure out what to say next. Steve thought about just staying quiet, slumping back to his previous position and falling asleep. But he knew he needed to have this conversation at some point, and what better time to have it than when Lori was fast asleep down the hall?

"It's hard to explain, but sometimes I feel like I was given two hearts—one for Margaret, or Maggie, and Lori—and a second one for everyone else. So, no matter how hard someone might try to replace Maggie, they could never do it. Because the love I have for her is separate from the love I feel for any other potential love interests. I-if that makes sense."

Y/N wanted to press on, wanted to ask what happened, but in the short amount of time they'd spent together, she'd learned quickly to let Steve take things at his own pace. He'd explain when he was ready.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Steve was ready. "Maggie and I met when we started high school. Sure, we'd seen each other around Hawkins before when we were growing up but we hadn't had the chance to properly meet. We shared a couple classes in freshman year but we didn't really get all that close. Then, I had my 'popular boy' phase and I went around with just about every girl in school. Then, early in junior year, I dated this girl named Nancy. Anyway, once Nancy and I broke up around Christmas, I got around to Margaret. Not because I actually wanted to but because I wanted to see just how many notches I could get on my belt before I graduated."

He paused as he thought about his previous behavior—how much of a douchebag he was in high school—and just how much he hated himself for it. But he thought about Margaret. He thought about how she continued to love him and wait for him, even when he didn't deserve it.

That's why he continued on with a nostalgic smile. "Maggie always told me she fell in love with me the second I asked to borrow an eraser in freshman year biology. I think I knew it too. She'd always bat those same eyelashes she passed down to Lori a little extra when she passed me in the hallway. Anyway, we had what I guess the average person would call a 'whirlwind romance' but I hate calling it that because it was so much more. Sure, it happened in such a short amount of time. I mean, we started dating in February and she was pregnant by July. But we just knew. From the second we asked each other to go steady, we knew we'd love each other for the rest of our lives. And then when Lori was born, it only further solidified it for us.

"I had plans to propose too. I got a job working at an ice cream shop at the mall so I could buy her a ring eventually. Of course, most of my paychecks went toward Lori which I'd never change…" his voice trailed off, pausing for a moment, "but I did always feel awful that I never had a way to repay Margaret for all that she did. I mean, she dropped out of high school to take care of a child simply because I couldn't keep it in my pants. And then, when she came back for the last month of school, she endured so much shit from everyone. She didn't even wanna show her face at graduation… and it was all because my horny, teenage brain couldn't possibly comprehend a life without sex."

Y/N's hand slid up to his cheek, delicately pressing the skin there. She wanted to kiss away the tears threatening to spill from his eyes, wanted to find some way to let him know it was all OK. But she knew by Steve's words and the expression sitting on his face that it wasn't—that it might not ever be.

"Anyway," he said, swallowing back tears, "she got really suicidal after she went back to school. But once we graduated and she didn't have to deal with those asshats anymore, she started to do OK. She was finally healing from everything that happened."

Droplets finally made their way from his eyes as he got to his least favorite part of their love story. "But one night, I was working late. She left Lori with her parents and she came by to see me… unbeknownst to us, that was the last time we'd see each other… because she died just a few hours later in the mall fire."

Y/N breathed heavily, swallowing down her own tears. She nuzzled her head into the crook of Steve's neck, wrapping her arms tight around his midsection as he began to weep.

Steve's whole body shook as he thought about Margaret. He thought about how much he missed her. He thought about how in just a month, it would be three years since she passed away. Most importantly, he thought about how Lori would never have a mom… all because of a fucking mall fire, A.K.A. the motherfucking Mind Flayer.

His stomach filled with every emotion known to mankind: anger, nostalgia, melancholy, joviality. Every tear was laced with a new sentiment—every tear was laced with a memory of Maggie.

"That's why we visit her stone so often—because I can't let Lori see all the places I failed. That's why I spend every waking moment making sure I'm keeping this place spick and span or making sure I'm scrimping and saving every fucking penny I get, so that I can give her the best life that I could ever give her… because she can't know that I am the reason her mother is dead."

"Steve, it's not-"

"Like hell, it's not my fault. If I hadn't taken on an extra shift, she wouldn't have come looking for me, and she'd still be alive."

She leaned up, kissing him slow and sweet. His lips tasted like salt and felt like sandpaper. She kissed him once more, her thumbs sliding across his stubble as she cupped his cheeks. "Steve," she started, her voice laced with all the seriousness of a heart attack, "you are a good man. Even more so, you're a good father. And no matter what mistakes you think you might've made in the past, it does not mean that you're in this position because of them."

He gulped down more tears, bending forward to peck her lips again. "Thank you," he whispered, leaning into her touch as her hands raveled up in his hair again.

The two could've stayed like that for eternity, but instead, settled for an hour—Y/N's touch being just enough to distract Steve from his thoughts about that dreaded night at the mall.

Ummm... so this took me way to long to post?

I wish I had a legit reason for me not posting more on here other than sorta severe writers block. I wanna write you guys new content so badly but every time I open a document, my brain just kinda ✈️

Anyway, I am trying to work on more Steve and Lori stuff. I'm hoping to write some Christmas fics for you guys but we'll see how that goes.

But I hope you guys enjoyed! As always, feel free to leave requests or comments or anything at all in the comments or in my box! I'm happy to help in any way I can!

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[fritextramole]

smacked in the face with a silver spoon

part 3 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

The Outsider ~ MARINA

I look myself in the face And whisper "I'm in the wrong place" Is there more to lose than gain If I go on my own again?

Meet Me in the Woods ~ Lord Huron

Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night

Handle With Care ~ The Traveling Wilburys

I've been uptight and it made a mess But I'll clean it up myself, I guess Oh, the sweet smell of success Handle me with care

I Was Neon ~ Julia Jacklin

I quite like the person that I am Am I gonna lose myself again?

Still Sane ~ Lorde

Only bad people live to see Their likeness set in stone What does that make me?

Devil Inside Me ~ Matt Berry

But I'd blow your mind, when I'm up high, to fall back down again Up high, to fall back down again Swing low, and look straight at me That's all I need now the Devil's inside me

t r a n s p a r e n t s o u l ~ WILLOW, Travis Barker

I don't fucking know if it's paradise or it's a trap Yeah, they're treating me like royalty, but is it kissin' ass?

And So It Went ~ The Pretty Reckless, Tom Morello

With all these eyes upon us, but no one seems to see That you and me are just the same as God meant it to be But you're much too close to me

Bad Man's World ~ Jenny Lewis

I will never forgive you For what you put us kids through Remember that night You tried to take your own life? When I found you You were a shade of blue And success is a state of mind With a little bit of follow through And then you failed at that too

Sinister Kid ~ The Black Keys

I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp A bad combination in the dark

Rip It Up ~ Jet

And if you ever break down, I’ll cut you up again On the bedroom wall, the stars look bright But they don’t belong in the city of light

Worldwide Torture ~ Jazmin Bean

I never come second place Always been a big disgrace Smell the fear‚ I know you see High achiever (Yeah, that's me)

Going to Hell ~ The Pretty Reckless

Father did you miss me? Don’t ask me where I’ve been You know I know, yes I’ve been told I redefine a sin

In Undertow ~ Alvvays

What's next for you and me? I'll take suggestions we toss and turn in undertow

Chaise Longue ~ Wet Lag

Hey, you, over there On the chaise longue, in your underwear What are you doing sitting down? You should be horizontal now

Starring Role ~ MARINA

Sometimes I ignore you, so I feel in control 'Cause really, I adore you and I can't leave you alone Fed up with the fantasies that cover what is wrong

R U Mine? ~ The Arctic Monkeys

And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

bellyache ~ Billie Eilish

Everything I do The way I wear my noose Like a necklace I wanna make 'em scared Like I could be anywhere Like I'm reckless

Bullet With Butterfly Wings ~ The Smashing Pumpkins

Now I'm naked Nothing but an animal But can you fake it For just one more show? And what do you want? I wanna change

You ~ Radiohead

I can see me drowning Caught in the fire You, me and everything Caught in the fire

RAGE ~ Samantha Margret

Rage is a funny place Full of loose hand grenades Where every hand is spades Violence in the open space Clear and bright as day So you can't hide away

Man in the Box ~ Alice in Chains

I'm the man in the box Buried in my shit Won't you come and save me?

Nobody Asked Me (If I Was Okay) ~ Sky Ferreira

Shaking your head while I try to explain You say you don't wanna hear me complain Just tryna get my point across You don't seem to care if I'm feeling lost

The Love Club ~ Lorde

I joined the club and it's all on There are fights for being my best friend And the girls get their claws out There's somethin' about hanging out with the wicked kids Take the pill, make it too real The other day I forgot my old address I'm sittin' pretty on the throne There's nothing more I want, except to be alone

Are You Hurting The One You Love? ~ Florence + The Machine

Are you hurting the one you love? You'd like to stay in heaven but the rules are too tough

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

hey!! saw your ask box was open and i'd like to send something in ☺️ so i was wonderin if you could do mirage, hot rod, optimus, starscream + (anyone else you would want to write this for) where their s/o is kinda quiet and shy in the first part of their relationship but the more comfortable they get the louder they get? like when they're happy? screaming. when they're excited? screaming. saying hello? screaming. (all good and happy screams/yelling 👍) Like they just become a really really loud person to be around once you get to know them. cause quite frankly this is soo me but people don't believe me or my family when they say that cause you gotta be like best best friend level to be blessed with my loudness 😤😂 (feel free to ignore & take care of yourself 🫶🫶🫶)

Hello lovely!!

Mirage:

He screams and yells with them. He's so happy that they feel comfortable around him to fully be themselves.

And he loves their reactions, it means they are happy and having a good time. He can be pretty loud too, so he joins in. He yells and whoops along with them when they are happy.

He doesn't care what other people may think. He just loves being loud with his S/O and having a good time with them.

Hot Rod:

Since he only knew them to be quiet, he was a little surprised by their sudden loudness. It's not a problem, it is just something he has to take a second to adjust to. It takes him a few weeks to adjust to it, sometimes it still catches him off guard. But he doesn't say anything and doesn't have any issues. He lets his S/O react however they want to.

He's happy that his S/O finally feels fully comfortable with him. It makes him happy they trust him enough to act like themselves. And he is not the type to try and change them. He thinks they are perfect the way they are.

Optimus:

When they first started yelling he was a little concerned, as he usually interpreted screaming and yelling with bad things. It takes him a while to get used to it, always worried that when they scream it was because they got hurt or scared. But he's happy to know it means they are fully comfortable with him.

Eventually, he gets used to the fact that they are now louder. He won't ever ask them to stop or change. He wants them to be themselves, so he works on his own perspective and changes his opinions so that he can be unbothered by the yelling.

Starscream:

He was very surprised by their sudden change. He can understand that it's because they feel more comfortable around him. Though he does feel a little taken aback by it.

He never really gets used to it, as he likes the quiet, and yelling can sometimes off-put him. However, he is happy they are happy. Sometimes if he's not feeling his best, he may ask them to be a little quieter and not scream. He doesn't want anyone to think he's hurting them. And sometimes he needs a day of quiet. But most of the time he lets them do their thing and be loud.

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

“sucks to be you because i got a 93 on my anatomy and physiology exam!!” you cheer as you shove the test in your best friend’s face before happily prancing around.

kim y/n, the polaroid-obsessed, sassy, smart future nurse practitioner friend that has been there for jungkook through thick and thin. you’re spider-man’s jungkook’s personal doctor that tends to his wounds at midnight after he’s convinced you that the reason behind his cuts, scrapes, or bruises were due to a fight with a stray cat, falling down the stairwell, or (his favorite) he has no idea.

“isn’t this your third time failing your english exam? you need to quit being scared and ask mj to tutor you” you say as you pop a strip of mint flavored gum in your mouth before passing a strip to jungkook as well.

“maybe you should quit that secret job you keep talking about and just work on campus”

oh yes, the ‘secret job.’ yet another lie jungkook has used to cover up his secret identity. the truth is, jungkook hates lying to you. he wants nothing more than to tell you the truth but he knows that with great power comes great responsibility. he’ll never forgive himself if you got hurt, so he has to keep his identity a secret.

~🫧

“Or maybe you should tutor me because you’re great.” He winks at you, matching your pace.

You make Jungkook feel so at ease. You have returned back to your normal self after a little hiccup he had with you.

It’s true that this is his third time failing at English but hey it’s a hard subject. “Nah… MJ… is gorgeous but she’s dumb.” Harsh but true. She’s not the brightest when it comes to studying.

But her extra curricular activities make up for her record.

Jungkook tenses when he hears you mention his so called extra job. “Uh… sorry yn can’t quit.” He shakes his head as you both make your way out of the campus. “Gotta make some extra cash so I can keep paying for my football academy.”

He’s passionate about football. But today he’s too exhausted and skipping practice sounds awesome but some dreams require alot of sacrifice and hard work in order to come to fruition. “Come watch me play sometime.”

As you’re walking, Jungkook grabs your hand as you both exit the door, he chews on the mint flavor gum and waits for your response.

“Oh yn… you have rejected me once.” He sighs, the memory hits him. It was hard getting over your rejection because you didn’t want to lose your friendship with him, but unfortunately, he did catch some feelings for you and it was a heartbreaking time

Even though the first few months, he was really angry because you have known each other for a really long time since College days and now you’re near your graduation, but it looks like you never really saw him more than a friend.

He was wrong to catch feelings for you and you made him realize that your friendship was way too precious for him to loose so he tried his best to get over you.

And then MJ came along.

“It’s just a game and I swear I’m over you.”

You’re his comfort place and he never wants to lose you. No matter what the cost.

“O-Oh and eunwoo just texted me to remind me to join the team for practice- come on pretty girl the game is soon so just agree.”

Jungkook stops in his tracks, making you stop as well.

“You know, you’re my biggest cheerleader, right?”

[mortalsilence]

They were just lying, squished on Hob's only sofa. After the big purchase of the building for making the New Inn, he didn't care of working his ass off again to have a bigger place to live. This was fine. Even better if he could have his Dream, his Prince of Stories lying there with him. The human was comfortably using one of his arms as a head support while using the other to toy with Morpheus hair, sometimes caressing his neck and shoulders. Surprisingly, considering the usual appearance of the Endless, he was only using a pair of tight jeans and a long sleeve shirt. He could hug him, feel his warmth, but preferred let him be, resting on his chest, like a big cat who decides that the worst posture was indeed, the most comfortable.

Dream went up for a moment to place another short kiss on Hob's lips, only to go back again were he was. Oh my god, please, don't tease me like that. Hob couldn't think straight at all and kept caressing him, but this time his hand went to Dream's hip, tracing the line where the whole clothes connected, to next go up a little bit, enjoying the white, porcelain-like skin. But couldn't go forward. One inhuman strong hand stopped him, almost hurting.

"Stop there. I would prefer to stay with my clothes on. This is no negotiable."

"O-okay, okay," said Hob breaking his hand free from the grip, lifting it, assuring no harm. "I won't do anything you don't like. You know it, right?"

Morpheus appeared peaceful again and went back to his former position. Hob didn't dare to touch him without a little talk before. This was strange. Not super clear but the human had memories from his dreams with him that they want more forward than that. Way more forward. Didn't know if it was his imagination or real dreams, nad he needed to clarify this situation.

"Hey, I have a very little, tiny, small question."

"Ask."

"You won't try to negotiate the price of me asking a question?"

"I'll just won't answer if I don't want to."

"Oookaay. Well. You know? I remember dreams. Not really clear, you know."

"If you're more precise with your question you may got an straight answer."

"Well. I remember dreams where we got to do a lot more things than just lying next to each other. Am I wrong?"

"No, you are not wrong."

"Then... Why now you seem that uncomfortable with anything? Is there a problem with me? Not in the mood?"

"I can assure you that there's not a single problem with you."

"But you don't want me to touch you."

"Indeed."

"Why?"

Silence. A freakingly long ass silence.

"Love?"

"Why do you want to touch this body? Is not my real one. Just a physical appearance to visit you in the Waking."

"It feels pretty real for me."

"I don't like it. I'm just existing. I have pretty much no control, almost no power here. Driven by acts and feelings, not by my will."

"Do you know that you just defined love?" Said Hob chuckling, putting now his free hand onto Dream's waist. "I, too, feel without control, no power, and driven by my emotions when we're together. I normally won't like it, but with you I feel safe, so I can let it go and love you."

Morpheus sighed with frustration. He let himself be hugged by the human, until being a little bit more relaxed. Then, Hob sat down in the sofa, with an awkward Dream on his lap.

"Hey, would you let me sometime go forward? You know I'm in the same state than you."

"I don't know."

Hob took carefully Dream's face in his hands. "I just want to make you know that you can always say no, and I would stop. But I really want clear memories with you, that's why I always ask you for a visit even when I could visit you every night."

Another silence. Another Dream's sigh.

"I never loved someone in the Waking. This is... just not my domain, my realm..."

"Oh yeah, right. My king, would you join me in this journey of discovery on the mysterious lands of the Waking?" Teased Hob.

"I am no king to you. Don't test my patience."

Hob didn't care. He took again his boyfriend's face and started kissing him. More deeply than anytime he did in the real world. Surprisingly Dream didn't try to stop him. After a long period he stopped in the need of air.

"It wasn't that bad, right?"

Morpheus didn't answer. He went straight to kissing his human again. Ho would worry about the state of the Dreaming later.

Someday I will put this fragment here, but not gonna be soon.

[thedancingcockroach134]

Human Tito x Human Ozzie pt. 10 (1/2) (The escape from the Asylum)

(This story has 2 parts! This a unique chapter, and a little sexual...OKAY IT IS SEXUAL!)

"You fucking idiot!" Ozzie was thrown onto the floor, "O-Ow! Ozzie...hurt!" The group of 5 was there again, "You do as we say, you got that? Are you that retarded? You really asking for a dick inside you now, are you?" Ozzie was shaking, she felt so much fear. "N-No..." One of them grabbed her by her shirt, "You may have been helped by those bitches, but they still haven't figured out who did it. Now..." One of them started to touch Ozzie's bottom, "We're gonna play again... Tell anybody and you're fucked!" Ozzie couldn't take it no more, "N-No, ...bitch!" She punched one of them on the face, jumped on the other and started strangling them. "H-How do...you l-like that, b-bitch?!" Ozzie turned into a psychopathic maniac and went full on with all 5 of them. She always loved the feeling of people underestimating and never understood her autism. One of them ran off "Fuck! Get away, you maniac!" Ozzie let that person run, she was thankfully tired. She left the 4 dead bodies on the ground, "O-Ozzie tired... Bye, b-bye!" She walked away with a sinister smile, felt amazing about what she did. A few hours later, Jerry got his gang for a meeting in his room. "Alright," he said, "Tonight is our night, my family, brothers, sisters, whatever pronouns or gender you go by because I'm lazy as fuck! This is it!" Tito was still pissed off from what Jerry did, "Do I really have to act Gay with other people why doing this?" Jerry looked at him with a smile, "Yes! Most of the men orderlies are retarded or remind me of Stephen Hawkins...But, whatever! Besides, most people here are desiring for homosexuality and/or sometimes seen having sex in the restroom near the cafeteria. Didn't you used to be Gay?" Tito nodded and rolled his eyes, "But, do I really have to have sex with the orderlies as a distraction? Like, hello?! I have a trans girlfriend and this might trigger 'her'!" Cammy joined in, "Well, me and Sara had a conversation with Ozzie, and she was fine with it as a part of the plan." Tito started shaking. "Aw, come on, Tito!" Jerry tried to cheer him up, "Besides, you're not even a virgin. You've had sex multiple times! I'm not a virgin either, I mean I did have sex with a bitch that cheated on me for a person who had ancestors of picking cotton." Tito looked at him weirdly, "That sounded racist as fuck! Arthur's black!" Arthur laughed, "Jerry has a thing that's called dark humor. His dark humor works the fields!" Tito looked pissed at Arthur, "Hey, I used to work the fields! I'm Mexicano! Watch that dark humor of yours, ¡pendejo!" Jerry calmed Tito down, "Relax, amigo that eats tacos! Just do your job, and it'll all work out." Sara looked confused, "How the hell did we get from escaping to dark humor?" Gus looked at Sara, "Well, no wonder why we're the 'Crazy 8'." Ozzie started laughing. Tito smiled and blushed, "Wanna cuddle in with papí?" Knolan spitted out his drink and started laughing. Sara looked at Tito weirdly, "¿Papí? You adopted her or some shit?" Tito looked at Sara while Ozzie cuddled in, "It's a thing called pet names when it comes to couples who are dating or married." Ozzie stood up straight on Tito's lap ans they both started tongue kissing, "Ugh, ew! Get a room!" Jerry complained and covered his eyes. Tito started putting his hands inside Ozzie's shirt, touching her chest, "Oh, fuck! Just go get a damn room!" Sara and Cammy started laughing at Jerry. "You know damn well you wanna see them have sex!" Cammy said as Jerry peaked a little, "Actually, how much is a primary watch?" Sara smacked Jerry's head and laughed a lot more. Gus looked at Cammy, "What does primary mean?" Cammy tried thinking, "I think it means when you seen everything at first sight visually." Arthur started laughing really hard too, "Jerry, you Gay ass bitch!" Tito started to unbuckle his pants, "Actually, I wanna see how long his dick is!" Jerry laughed, "It's probably 2 inches!" Sara looked at Jerry, "It's actually 9 inches, 2 inches longer than yours!" Jerry smirked, "Wait, how do you know how long his dick is?" Sara gasped and turned red, "Uh..."

Jerry disrupted, "They can have sex if they want, it's my room and they can do it in front of us." Jerry chuckled until he heard a moan sound from Ozzie, "Actually, get a fucking room! Seriously!" Sara and Cammy laughed, "This is one of the most awkward and funnies moment all 8 of us had together! We're making memories to leave in the past to remember in the future. But seriously, go get a room! How did you both get horny in front of us?" Sara said and laughed. A few hours later, it was night time. One of the orderlies walked down the hallway until he noticed a room opened, "Larry, are you there? Room 3C is unlocked! That's Willis's room! I don't wanna deal with his crazy shit!" Jerry laughed in a dark room, "And I thought we had a perfect connection these past 3 months..."The orderlie got his tazer stick out and sees Larry on the ground, "No! Xe was my friend! She was also my crush! Why did you do this to them? Jerry, I know you're there!" He turned on his stick, he saw Jerry, Sara, and Arthur as the lights from outside the room showed. Jerry walked up, "One question, what pronouns or gender is this person?" The orderlie got up, "He goes by all pronouns! Xe was my crush! They were my life of happiness!" The orderlie started swinging his stick. Sara dodged it and Arthur got frustrated, "You talk too much!" Arthur grabbed the stick and zapped it in the orderlie's mouth. The orderlie screamed as he fell on the floor, he was now deceased. While running in the hallways, Tito spotted an orderlie face to face. "Hey, get back here!" The orderlie ran to Tito. Tito sighed and groaned, knowing about his part in the plan. He grabbed the orderlie and pinned him onto the wall, "Say, you're cute~ Are you a virgin?~" The orderlie shaked his head and blushed, "N-No! I've never experienced sex or had someone to love me..." Tito sighed with frustration and touched the orderlie's cheek, "Well, have you ever kissed someone, or tongue kissed?" The orderlie gasped and turned red, "No! I never did anything-" Tito started kissing the orderlie until it led to a tongue kissing moment. The orderlie stopped and slowly went on his knees, "Y'know I always wanted to try this technique..." The orderlie started unbuckling Tito's pants. Tito secretly got his pocket knife out. As soon as he was about to slice the orderlie's head off, he got hard. "Oh, fuck!" He quickly sliced the orderlies head off and ran. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tito ran into the mens restroom and put his pants down, "Masturbate it and just continue... M-Maybe later on! Ugh! Fuck it, just stop being a slut for once and not worry about getting hard! Just deal with it later, you whore!" He buckled his pants and ran out. "Wait, the shirt!" He grabbed the shirt from the dead body and decided to use it as a disguise. He grabbed to walkie talkie and turned it on "Y'all smell like dog shit!"

He laughed and threw it on the ground. Another hallway from downstairs, Gus, Ozzie, and Cammy were running. The alarms went off, Gus and Cammy knew what would happen if loud noises were heard. "Oh, shit! Ozzie, sweetie, cover your ears!" Ozzie started shaking and crying, "Noise! N-Noise! I-I scared! S-Stop!" Gus tried to calm down Ozzie, "Ozzie, listen to me. I know the loud noises make you scared and get levels of anxiety because of your disability, it makes you have sensitive ears. But, don't let it stop you! Think of it as a...Dragon! You're gonna use a sword and not be afraid! Well, you're a princess that's using the sword! You're gonna show who's stronger and braver! It's like from almost every fairy tale, they live happily ever after. Did Knolan read you that story?" Ozzie nodded while she covered her ears. "Ugh! N-Noise!" Tears went down her face. Cammy hugged Ozzie, "We know how you're feeling. You're afraid about the noises due to your sensitive ears. Are you also scared about coming back to the real world?" Ozzie nodded, "I know, me too, Ozzie. But, you'll never have to hear noise again. So, would you be a brave and amazing girl for me?" Ozzie nodded as she complained about the noises. "Shh, it's okay. We're here. Don't worry." 20 minutes later, everyone was in the van. Tito felt awkward over what had happened to him in the hallway and was still kinda hard. "Do y'all mind if I masturbate in the van?" Jerry laughed, "Sure! My home is your home! Do whatever you want until the cops stop following us and we try to find a place to stay in. But, sure, I don't mind." Sara laughed, "Jerry, you horny ass! Don't think I forgot about you, Tito!" Tito rolled his eyes, "What? I got hard while I was doing my part of the plan! Gus laughed, "Okay, let me get this straight, even though you're not straight. You and Ozzie tried to have sex and make out in front of us earlier, now you wanna masturbate in front of us? What's next? 'Fingering Sara's vagina!'?" Sara laughed harder, "Just drive!" We're ready!" Jerry sighed and smiled, "Let's go! Knolan drive!" Dr. Fine screamed, "W-Why am I here?" Jerry laughed, "Oh, yeah! I forgot! I brought Dr. Fine here so I can molest her! I'm just kidding, dumb asses! I brought her here just to make her scared!"

Pt. 10 (2/2) coming soon 😇🌈🌈🌈🌈💅💅💅😍😍😍😍🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺

Sneak peak of (2/2): Going through all that driving to get to the building they call "home", Tito and Ozzie decide whether or not they should start a family and have kids of their own.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Limpetsong 

Aliases / Nicknames: Limpetkit, Limpetpaw, Cursekit

Gender: male 

Sexuality: pansexual, aromantic

Family: Cloudydusk (mother), Blizzardeye (father)

Other Relations: Mousestar (mentor), Snipvoice (Dark Forest mentor)

Clan: ShadowClan 

Rank: warrior 

Characteristics: vengeful, sweet 

Murder Motive + Motive to Harm: mother was exiled   

Number of Victims: 3 

Number of Murders: 1 

Murder Method: trampling 

Method of Harm: ruining reputations and lives

Known Victims: Mousestar, Stemsky, Burningtree, Darkwings 

Victim Profile: cats who he thought hurt his mother

Cause of Death: bitten throat

Cautionary Tale: provide Half-Clan kits with love and strong support when they are young, otherwise they may turn on you when they grow older. 

Story: 

Limpetkit never had a father. Eventually, he lost his mother as well. But he still had dreams. They were pretty dreams! He dreamt of a nice and safe forest, and even of friends! A grey cat who also didn't have a dad! A black and white cat who was really funny! When the other kits began calling him Cursekit, the grey cat comforted him while he cried. 

Mousestar, the leader, said that kits like him needed to be watched closely, and so took Limpetpaw as his own apprentice. And he wasn't half bad! But there was barely any fighting. Mousestar always made excuses. So, Limpetpaw asked the grey cat to teach him. 

The funny one would sometimes watch, and sometimes join! Teaching Limpetpaw how to negotiate, and what to say to different cats. How to ask someone out if he wanted to (he didn't, he was cool with that), how to break off a friendship, and most importantly, how to tell and keep secrets. The grey cat taught him the best fighting moves, how to fix his face, and how to see emotions! 

Mousestar made him a warrior late, a few moons after the other kits around his age became warriors. 

One night, at a gathering, the deputy of WindClan had some important news. WindClan and ShadowClan had a strong alliance back then, so Limpetsong agreed. Blizzardeye wanted to meet that night on the WindClan border. Through tears, Blizzardeye told him the story of how he fell in love with a beautiful ShadowClan cat, only for them to break apart when he became deputy. After that, he never saw her again. In his dreams, a bright orange cat revealed that he had a son. 

Limpetsong was Half-Clan. 

He went rigid. 

Cold. 

Keeping anger out of his face, he smiled. When he returned, he knew what to do. The next night, when he came to the place that was more of a home then ShadowClan had ever been, the grey cat told him the other half of the story. He told him how Burningtree saw his mother with Blizzardeye, how Mousestar exiled her, and how Stemsky drove her away....How Cloudydusk was dead. 

Limpetsong started his vengeance. 

Hey. Splashface. I saw Burningtree meet with this weird brown she-cat...

Yes, I'm sure it wasn't a ShadowClan cat. 

No, I'm not saying this just because Stemsky's apprentice died, how sad. 

They were on a patrol together? She just collapsed? Well, that sounds...no, he wouldn't. 

It's nothing, but...do you think that Stemsky would've... It all makes too much sense. 

No, you're right. We have to get rid of him. 

Mousestar's been sort of lazy, lately. He hasn't been on many patrols. He is getting old... 

The night before his death, the two cats he had spent so much time with finally revealed themselves. The Follower, and The Adder. He...he trusted them. He trusted them. And yet....

Snipvoice had been kinder to him than any ShadowClan cat had been. Finally confronting Mousestar the next day, he shouted for an explanation. But he wouldn't listen. 

The second Mousestar began slandering Cloudydusk, saying that she had shirked her duties for her WindClan mate, Limpetsong leapt. 

But Mousestar was quicker. 

Additional Information: 

--Submission by @frightnightindustries​ (SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG)

--The bright orange cat was Fizz! The RiverClan former rogue who organized the defeat of Claudrat. 

--Blizzardeye would've taken good care of Limpetsong, and was horrified when he heard what he had done. He didn't really want kits, but he would've wanted to be responsible for his actions. 

--Cloudydusk was sort of self centered, and didn't have a good reputation. That was the last straw for ShadowClan, who chased her out after she gave birth and revealed it was a Half-WindClan kit. She died alone, outside of the territory. 

--Claudrat and Snipvoice were given those names because of the reputation outside the Clans, which came about because of RiverClan's involvement.

[parttimepuff]

I know Kirby has done a lot to, keep dreamland safe, we’ll say. But why is beep so scared? Youve never met?

Though she and Magolor had been chatting and joking around just a moment before, Beep's attitude switched on a dime. "YESWEHAVE-" She blurted out, making her friend jump. A heavy silence fell over them as she began shivering. This seriously alarmed the other Matter. "You-you have..?" The Halcandran asked, gripping her hand a it tighter. "Hey, hey, I'm here. It's ok." He assured her.

A scene, a memory, flashed in her head. The pink puff wielding some kind of wand, about to strike her. "nnn…" Beep groaned, trying to stop shaking. "…W-wiz?" She asked. "Yeah, Beep? What's up?" Magolor was quick to respond. "…have you met, him?" The Matter questioned, her tone unnaturally flat. Even her face had gone entirely blank. To say that reaction concerned the Halcandran was an understatement. "Y-yeah, I've met him. He visits me sometimes. O-of course, I'd be sure to let you know if he came by." Magolor hastily reassured her, not wanting to scare her any worse. "H-he isn't-" Beep's voice caught in her throat and she tried again. "He doesn't try to kill you?" She finally asked. His eyes widened. Was now really a good time to be totally honest? ...but he'd promised. "…we…. fought once. …twice. But, I started it, both times." The Halcandran explained. "But even after that… he's been, nice to me."

That did nothing to assuage her worries, her grip on his hand tightening to the point it started to hurt. "But h-he might, try to… to me and-" Beep started, panic rising in her voice. Placing his other hand over hers, Magolor looked her in the eye. "He won't. And even if he did, we'd all be on your side. That's a promise." He assured her, trying to get her to calm down.

Unfortunately, she only became more distraught. Beep was thoroughly terrified, puffed up as much as she could. "But he already did before and it-and Rev is gonna go see him and then I’ll have to see him and then-" She babbled on, mind racing. It finally dawned on Magolor that explaining things wasn't what she needed, not now. She needed to be pulled back from the edge. So, he did, pulling her into a hug. "Breath, Beep. It's ok, focus on me." The Halcandran told her, taking as calm a tone as he could.

At first, Beep was shocked, going utterly silent at the gesture. Slowly, she began to come back to herself and returned the gesture. Magolor heaved a sigh, relieved he'd been able to ground her. "I know it's scary, all of it. And I… I really get why you're scared. So, we don't need to push this when it's too much, like Rev said. But no matter what, I'm here for you. Promise." He said, patting her back.

Beep's eye welled up and she pressed her face into him. "I, promise too…" She replied. She could be brave... She had to be. Magolor's eyes teared up as well, a small smile joining it. "You can always talk to me, ok?" He added. The Matter nodded in response.