#but also he has a little crush on Willie since Willie turns out to be excellent arm candy

[innytoes]

Inny i am so far behind on things and I am going to be honest with you, a/b/o is my fandom Can't, but: am I correct in saying it's your birthday soon?

Anyway, in honor of that and if not, just the fact that you are awesome, consider this a prompt for the a/b/o prompt and pairing you wish someone would have sent 💖

Thank you, it was my birthday on the 7th! And in honour of your prompt I went with 22: Dystopian AU, because who doesn't love a good dystopia. Except then I made it 'crack taken seriously'.

Even though he’d known it had been coming, Willie still felt a little shell-shocked. He knew he didn’t have much rights or even a say as an Omega, but he thought he’d proven to Caleb that he was worth keeping on. He’d seemed like such a nice guy when he took him in as a twelve year old orphan, an estranged brother of his dad’s. Willie always figured they were estranged because his grandparents had been hella homophobic, but now that he was older, maybe it was just because Caleb was kind of evil.

He certainly didn’t seem to have any qualms selling his nephew to Sunset Curve.

God, that sounded like something out of a bad fanfiction.

It wasn’t even that Caleb had sold him to Sunset Curve on purpose. Caleb had managed to snag Sunset Curve to play in between the regular show. Which was kind of Willie’s dream come true, since he’d been a massive fan since before the got famous. Ever since that time he’d snuck out at fifteen and found them playing in front of a club he’d been trying to sneak into.

So he hadn’t even thought about it when Caleb told him to make sure he looked presentable, like, of course he was going to. His favourite celebrities ever got a special table up front. And he hadn’t really noticed that the scent-blocking spray Caleb made him put on so he ‘wouldn’t be a distraction’ had been replaced with something else. And he didn’t think about how Caleb had let him go off his suppressants a week ago, saying something about how it was healthy to take a break every so often, and he’d get paid vacation time when he had his heat.

He just danced his heart out and tried not to laugh when Luke exclaimed, his mouth half full ‘this is a meatball sub, ohmygooood’ just as Willie was bringing out their new drinks. He shamelessly flirted a little with the entire band, but only like, as a joke. Sure they were kind of the same age but it wasn’t like Willie, an Omega waiter, had any shot with these rich and famous Alphas.

He hadn’t noticed that the table next to Sunset Curve had been watching him, too.

It wasn’t until after Sunset Curve’s show and Caleb’s ‘dessert’ were over that he noticed something was up. Because Caleb put his hand on the back of Willie’s neck and steered him right towards the reserved tables. For a hot second, Willie thought his uncle had remembered that he was a big fan of Sunset Curve, but then he was lead to the table next to them, and slowly it dawned on him.

Caleb wanted to sell him to the creepily smirking, oily-looking hedge fund manager at table two.

But before the deal could be finished, the drummer – Alex, his favourite – had leaned over and looked Caleb right in the eye and told him he’d pay ten thousand more.

Which was how he ended up on a tour bus, with a bag that Fuego had randomly shoved some of his belongings into at his feet. At least he’d been nice enough to include his skateboard.

Except unlike in the fanfictions, there was a lot of yelling going on.

“What the hell, dude?” Bobby had said almost as soon as the door closed. Reggie had guided Willie further to the back, awkward smiles and a gentle hand on his shoulder, and Willie looked out the window as the Club – his only home for the last six years – slowly disappeared from view.

Reggie had been nice, getting him a water, asking his name, asking his favourite pizza toppings, anything to distract from the shouting up front, the shaking of Willie’s hands, the tears he was trying very valiantly not to shed.

They were already nearing the city limits when Luke bit out: “Is Reggie not enough for you?”

At hearing his name, Reggie’s head jerked up, and he looked hurt. Which, what? Oh wait. Oh. Oh.

“Luke, shut up,” Bobby said, and Luke glared at him.

“What? Just because a cute Omega flirts with Alex once, all of a sudden he’s willing to-”

“No, shut up,” Bobby stressed. “Because that Omega hasn’t signed an NDA yet.”

All three of the Alphas stopped and turned to look at him, and Willie ducked his head. It wasn’t like he could do anything, anyway, now that Alex owned him. Like, signed the paperwork, got to decide if Willie gets to eat and sleep and get medical care, never mind if he was allowed to talk to anyone, owned him.

Still…

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, because yeah, Reggie being an Omega when everyone thought Sunset Curve was an all-Alpha band was a pretty big secret. “Please, I’ll do anything. I can be a good roadie, or I can do your laundry, or whatever.” Don’t think about the stuff they want in fanfiction, don’t do it, even though he wasn’t going to lie, he’d thought about that from time to time, staring at the poster above his bed, because how could he not?

“I’m glad Alex helped Willie,” Reggie said firmly, which seemed to soften the postures of the other three band members. “Did you hear how creepy that other guy was being? Asking about his virginity and stuff? Besides, having some Omega arm candy might actually be helpful, you know?” He shot Willie a crooked grin, and Willie tried not to flush at the idea of hanging off Reggie’s arm on the red carpet. Like, even if he wasn’t an Alpha, he was still Reggie Peters, and Willie wouldn’t be faking any kind of swooning.

“He could be a good cover for Reggie’s heats,” Alex offered, nervously. “That way we don’t have to worry about any more rehab stories popping up.”

That had been last year, some gossip rag wondering why Reggie wasn’t out and about for a week off, when various members of Sunset Curve had been spotted in public. Though now that Willie thought about it, never all three of them at once. Which meant someone was probably always with Reggie, helping him… yeah, don’t think about that, or he’d go very, very flushed. Sunset Curve had played it off as food poisoning, and #poisonhotdogs had been a meme for a while, but that wouldn’t work every time.

“I can do that,” he eagerly agreed. He’d probably have to stay on suppressants then for his own heats, but if that meant he wasn’t going to be some creepy business dude’s live-in sex slave, he was all for it.

“You’re still signing an NDA,” Bobby muttered grumpily, flopping down in one of the chairs opposite of him and Reggie. “And doing laundry. Except Luke’s, I’m pretty sure that stuff is a biohazard.”

“Be nice,” Reggie warned. “Willie said he likes pineapple on pizza, so now you finally have someone who will go halfsies with you when we order pizza.”

Bobby blinked, and then shrugged. “Good enough for me,” he agreed. “Welcome aboard, Willie.”

“It’s still coming out of your money, not the band’s fund,” Luke grumbled at Alex, but he flopped down, basically on top of Bobby, so there was room for Alex to scoot in as well. Bobby just wrapped his arm around Luke’s waist, and oh, the whole ‘band as pack’ thing wasn’t something they played up for the press. They were actually like that. That was kind of nice, since so often it was just some marketing ploy.

The sight of three Alphas staring him down was kind of intimidating, though. Especially when one of them basically owned his very soul. Except Alex gave a self-conscious smile, just as cute and dorky as he was in the interviews Willie watched over and over, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe it would be better than a fanfiction.  

[sturn-wrld]

🪼one bed

pairing: matt x reader

summary: where reader has a crush on matt but doesn't know he likes her as well

genre: SMUT!!! if that makes you uncomfortable dni!

warnings: unprotected p in v (don't be silly, wrap the willy), nicknames

a/n: day 5 of smutmas. idk how to feel about this one.

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you and matt had known each other for as long as you remember. there hadn't been a day you didn't see him. but you also don't remember a day where you didn't think of him and his dreamy eyes, beautiful smile and gorgeous hair. despite the strong feelings you feel about him constantly you had never told him. even after you moved in with him and his brothers in la, you still didn't tell him.

it had been 5 months since you moved in with the triplets and you all needed a well deserved vacation. so you are now sat in the airport waiting for your flight to the bahamas to board and take off.

having arranged the seats months prior you had forgotten you and matt offered to sit next to each other and wondered how you would survive through the whole flight next to him.

somehow you were able to make it through the flight without total embarrassment or combusting from matt obviously looking at you or talking lowly to you and now you are in the beautiful country of the bahamas. in the same sense you had organised with the group to sit next to matt on the plane you were going to share rooms as well.

as you and matt reached the biggest room in the airbnb you open the door to there being one bed. you immediately look at each other, figuring out the solution in your heads.

"i thought there would be more than one bed"

"me too. i can sleep on the couch if that makes you comfortable"

"no no. if anyone should i will but if your cool with sleeping in the same bed as me i am"

"sure we've done it before on accident, it won't be any different"

"yeah"

as matt and i made ourselves comfortable in our new bedroom for the week, we became hungry. apparently along with matt and nick. as the four of you sat downstairs eating the food you had just ordered nick mapped out the next week of fun activities that started today, probably your favourite day of the week, relaxing all day. your choice was in the pool.

after a long day of fun in the pool it finally came time to shower and get ready for bed. while you stood in yours and matt's shared shower you thought back on some of the moments that happened throughout the day. one stuck out in particular, matt had placed his hand around you and called you baby when you were having a conversation with nick.

"hey baby, what are you two talking about over here?" matt said placing his arm lowly on your hip looking between you and nick.

"n-nothing" you stuttered looking from his hand to his face. in all honesty you were talking about how you needed to tell matt that you liked him, which is a little weird as nick was his brother but you were friends with nick first.

as you now stand out of the shower wondering what he meant by this very meaningless phrase that many people use, you considered asking him about the interaction but decided to save it for the awkward chats you would have while trying to fall asleep tonight.

as you slowly slipped under the covers next to matt, you dazed over at his lowly lit facial features, being barely lit by the light of his dull phone. you continued to lay there in silence until he placed his phone down on his bedside table, laying down next to you.

"how did you like the day?" he asked turned m his side facing you

"good, i mean we didn't do much all day and the pool is pretty good" you struggled to continue to look into his soft eyes as he listened to every word you said intently, holding back what you actually wanted to talk about.

"anything else?" he said as he moved a strand of your hair from your face.

"uh, i mean yeah, earlier when you come over to me and was wrapped around me did that mean anything to you?"

"of course it did beautiful. i don't know how it took you so long to realise that there was more to this." he said ponting between the two of you

"i mean you weren't that obvious until today but i would like to think i was pretty obvious" you said with a yawn attached to the end.

"yeah, we'll talk about this more in the morning after you've rested" matt finished the conversation pulling you into a cozy cuddle.

as you started to fall asleep you subconsciously snuggled your body into his rubbing your side up against his groin earning a groan from matt. after this the small wriggles became anything but subconscious. suddenly matt grabbed your hips to position you still.

"are you okay there baby?"

"yeah i'm perfectly fine, are you?"

"not if you keep moving"

"why's that?" you asked obliviously knowing exactly why

"do you want to know now because i know you are going to keep moving"

"yes please"

with that matt started slowly removing both of our bottoms while kissing the back of your neck and shoulders. you kept grinding back on his now hard cock wanting more friction.

"hold on darling, be patient"

this sentence was nothing but absolute joy for your ears to hear. almost seconds later he gotten on his knees, flipping your body onto your stomach and pulled your ass up to his now hard dick.

"come on baby, stop teasing" you whined almost moaning it

that was the tipping point, he rammed his cock so hard into your hole causing a loud moan to escape your lips. matt instantly putting his hand over your mouth.

"do you want everyone to hear? didn't think so, be quiet"

the way he said it was heavenly. once you had started to fuck yourself on his cock he held your hips and started fucking you at an animalistic pace.

"oh fuck beautiful your so tight" he said leaning forward, kissing the back of your neck

you only moaned quietly in response as he had reached a depth that seemed impossible. suddenly he started rubbing your clit at a similar animalistic pace causing you to reach the edge.

"i'm so close matt, keep going"

"hold it until i say gorgeous"

after a few more rough slams against me i couldn't hold it anymore and neither could matt.

"cum now princess"

he came inside of me before slowly continuing to calm us from how highs. he pulled out and pulled me into his arms.

"i'm kind of glad there was only one bed now"

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[foolstower]

Soooo, me again :) (I asked about your rules and things) long story short: I'm being a simp for stardew valley Sam at the moment and I have a feeling that there aren't a lot of os about him :( just can't decide on which idea to ask, if it's ok with you could you please choose one you feel most likely to write for?

° Tattoo date to zuzu city

° some comfort after y/n stands in front of his door to stay for the night because their parents had fought again like everyday and needs some time away (romantic or platonic)

° y/n sees him backstage after the concert kissing penny, thinking they won't have a chance but turns out he doesn't like penny and that's all a misunderstanding (you can choose if it should involve smut or not)

° saving his crush (y/n, what a surprise) from her toxic relationship and showing her how much better he could treat her (also, fluff or smut

Sorry if it's a lot to choose from qwq I just have so many things I think would be nice to read about him qwq

I was so tempted to do the penny one but chose to do the toxic relationship prompt instead. I'm definitely gonna keep that penny idea in mind though. Thank you so much for your request I loved all of these ideas! hope you enjoy!!

Radiant

(Sam stardew valley x reader)

Leaving zuzu city was the best thing you could've done for yourself right? Or so you thought, a raging voice was leaking through your cellphones speaker. They were on another drunken stupor, crying and yelling for you to come back. To sell the farm house and just come back. Aren't they more important? Than your stupid fantasy of being able to live off the the land.

"You'll starve!" They said. "What's even out there that has you wanting to stay so bad? It's been a few months.....you probably met someone didn't you?" Before they could continue you interrupted them.

"I'm done. Call me tomorrow morning when you're not drunk." You flatly stated and hung up. You were sure you'd wake up to many angry texts tomorrow morning, followed by a string of apologies. Promising they'll never say those things again, they didn't know what they were thinking. They just miss you so much that it's hard to cope.

You laid down in bed and hugged your pillow tight. Curling into a ball around it, you reminisced on your situation. For the past few months, you'd be lying if you didn't admit your empty bed brought you comfort. After a few years of living with your partner you'd grown used to their arms holding you down as you slept, unable to toss or turn. There was no room to breathe, no space to stretch. But ever since living on the farm you'd grown accustomed to the freedom. More than just physically but mentally too. Regardless of this you still longed for their companionship.

Sometimes the emptiness of the farm house was too much, you supposed.

Silencing the swirling thoughts in your head you thought of someone sweeter. A radiant light that showed itself on a dark night.

You were sat at the pier near Willy's cabin staring into the depths of the ocean. You'd only lived in stardew valley for a week and you were already begging your significant other not to come pick you up. You'd already turned off your phone at that point and were gazing at waters moonlit surface. You were drowning in your thoughts when you met him.

Light steps etched closer before he sat next to you on the pier. He talked to you as if he'd known you for years.

"What's got you out here so late?" He asked as crossed one leg under the other. "Stargazing?"

"No.. the stars are beautiful tonight though." Your raspy voice answered. Pointing your attention to the sky, Sparkling little glimmers shined happily. Blissfully unaware of any and all earthly issues. He was silent for a moment before he spoke again.

"Are you ok? Wanna talk about it?" He questioned. You thought on it for a second. Who was this guy? Worrying over someone he's never met. Regardless you found yourself gravitating towards his kindness. Maybe he was someone you'd like to know.

"What's your name?" You countered with a different question, finally looking over at him.

"Sam. and you?" He said. A small smile shown as he took in your features. He couldn't help but wonder what got someone so cute upset like that. It was dark but he could still see the reflection of the tears on your cheeks in the moonlight. Though you were a stranger, it upset him. He wouldn't pry though.

"Y/n." You said as you rubbed your face dry. "What brings you here?" You asked genuinely curious why anyone else would be out so late.

"Well honestly I came out here and thought you were my friend sebastian at first." He said with a small laugh, hand bashfully behind his head. "I was gonna ask him for a cig but instead I saw a cute girl and thought I'd introduce myself." He winked pointing a finer gun at you before putting it away. You blushed at that but smiled none the less. Something you hadn't done that whole day.

"Well unfortunately I'm taken but I appreciate it." You softly stated. At the time you couldn't quite place why you felt dissatisfied with that statement.

He let out a 'aww' but still stayed in his spot next to you. "Unfortunately? That doesn't sound too good." He prodded.

"Yeah......things aren't too good at the moment. But every relationship has a few rough patches right?" You sighed. It was mostly a question for yourself honestly.

You picked up your phone and saw through the blinding light that it was 1am. Knowing you had to wake up early in the morning, you sadly had to say goodbye. "Sorry sam. It was nice meeting you but I have to go to bed soon. It was nice taking to you." You said as you got up and dusted off your pants. You gave a small wave and turned to leave only taking a few steps before getting stopped.

"Wait!" He yelled still seated. "You wanna hang out sometime?" He asked. The pleading look in his eyes was something you couldn't say no to.

"Sure, you free tomorrow morning?" You asked almost too eagerly. Sam silently cursed in his head. He had work tomorrow morning and his boss was already annoyed with him. But to hell with all that.

"Yeah I'm free."

You awoke from your slumber still glued to the pillow you had fallen asleep with. Getting up and untangling yourself from all your blankets, you were able to finally escape your mess of a mattress. You stretched and some of your bones popped from being still for so long. You groaned, you felt like you'd been asleep for days.

You made your way to the kitchen with a yawn and poured a glass of water. The drink successfully woke you up and you rubbed some of the drowsiness out of your eyes. Drink in hand, you went back to your bedroom to do the inevitable. Check your phone.

With a heavy sigh you unplugged it and dived deep into the various messages that had been sent throughout the night. As you had predicted most of them were from last night. Messages about how they just want the best for you. How they were hurt that you actively choose a dead dream over your relationship. But they love you and they're sorry for what they said. But what they said next made your heart race. And you didn't know if it was in a good way.

'Please y/n can you forget about everything? Just for tonight? I'm coming to visit you. I don't care about our problems anymore I want to see you, I miss you. I'll be there tonight.'

You texted them back that you needed time. You weren't going to just ignore everything now that they wanted you to. It'd been a while since their last visit but you were too upset to even fathom seeing them. They didn't reply.

After exiting the text, you opened up one from an hour ago from somene who knows how to cheer you up.

Sam wanted to know if you were free in a few hours so you could go with him to the beach. Jas and Vincent wanted to go play by the ocean and he wanted to know if you wanted to tag along so he wouldn't be bored. You smiled to yourself and texted him back.

'Of course! I'll see you in a bit, gotta take care of some things on the farm then I'll head that way.'

You threw your phone on the bed and changed into your outfit. After throwing on your shoes and successfully tying them up, you made your way outside. Forgetting your phone on the bed.

After feeding the chickens and watering the crops you felt much better. Something about doing little things on your farm were fulfilling to you. Putting your watering can back in its place you made your way to the beach, hoping he didn't wait too long for you to get there.

As you got closer to where he stood on the beach, you made sure to stay silent. Finally standing next to him, he jumped a bit when he noticed you before laughing nervously.

"Jeez! Do you like doing that? How are you so quiet all the time?" He asked placing a hand over his racing heart. You did like doing this. Who wouldn't like to see that face he makes?

"Sorry, it's just so easy sometimes." You laughed. He gave you playful glare before looking back out toward the kids. After confirming they were ok and still on beach he turned his attention back to you. The sun made his blond hair shine more than usual and you could see that some of it was actually bleached from so much exposure to it.

"So? Got anything planned today? You could come hang out at the saloon tonight if you want. Me, seb, and Abby are gonna play pool tonight. It'd be nice to have some good luck on my side." He said elbowing your arm lightly. You smiled and seriously thought about taking him up on the offer. Sadly the life of the farmer isn't as free as you'd originally thought.

"Sorry, I bought a bunch of seeds from Pierre's yesterday and didn't get around to planting them. I'll probably be tilling the land all day." You sighed, already anticipating how bad your arms would hurt tomorrow.

"Aww I can help! It can't be too complicated right?" He offered. He wasn't unually one to volunteer to do work but in his mind, any time with you is a good time.

"It's ok I wouldn't want to put you through that pain." You half joked. "Also you have work tomorrow, it's gonna suck stocking shelves with sore arms." He went to argue but you stopped him. "Really, it's ok. Go have fun tonight you have to hang out with your other friends too you know." You both laughed knowing the two of you have been stuck to the hip since you met.

"Alright alright, if you say so." He said playfully. He looked out into the distance once again noting jas and Vincent's locations before looking back at you. He also noted how beautiful you always looked without ever trying. You eyes were squinting at him in the sunlight before you brought up your hand to shield your eyes. The wind gently blew through your hair and the sound of your voice carried over the sound if the waves. You were just perfect to him, nothing less.

A few hours had passed and you two talked about different things. You inquired about his band and he happily told you in detail all his plans and how he's always dreamed of doing it. You felt like you could stay and speak with him for the rest of the day, but heard tiny footsteps quickly approaching.

"Sam!! Im hungry!" Vincent ran up and looked at him patiently waiting for an answer. Jas quietly laughed to herself.

"Yeah i guess im a little hungry too." He said looking at the time. His expression changed to slight panic before he put his phone away. "So uh... I gotta go, dinner was done an hour ago and mom is pissed, heh" He nervously laughed. "Come on kids! Let's go home!" He said as they both ran towards the exit of the beach.

"I'll see you later Sam. Tell the others I said hi!" You said referring to Sebastian and Abigail.

"I will! And good luck on the farm you're gonna need it." He gave a salute before running after the kids. You watched as they all disappeared past the trees separating the town and the beach. Your heart ached a bit. If only time didn't go by so fast.

As you made your way home you tried to calculate just how much you could get done before midnight. Visions of seeds and gold unraveled in your mind as you approached your property. As you stepped up the porch something didn't feel quite right. Your chickens didnt approach you like they unually did and you heard your tv on the other side of the door. You swore you turned it off. Scared but armed with various farming equipment you made the decision to enter your home.

A show played on the TV making the figure on your couch clear as day. It looks like your partner decided to come anyway.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as calmly as you could.

"Sorry I was already on the way over and you still hadn't texted me back, thought I'd wait here a bit longer before going to look for you." They said.

"That's not my point. I said I needed time." You stated firmly.

"Listen... y/n I'm sorry, I really am. I know I hurt you deeply and I just wanted to say sorry in person." They said, tear pricked their eyes but never leaked out. You felt kind of bad for them. "I won't talk about any of that..... I just wanted to see you again." They claimed. You were hesitant to accept their compromise but did none the less. With your guard still up you sat on your couch beside them.

"Are you hungry? I thought you'd be hungry by now so I made Alfredo." They said.

After not eating all day you gut made itself known with a loud growl. You frowned before getting up to make yourself a plate. Eating some of it on your way back to the couch you stomach finally stopped it's noises. "Thank you, it's really good."

"No problem, I already ate so eat as much as you want." They said before turning to watch the rest of the movie. And just like that, back to normal.

It was getting late and you could hear the rain on the roof. Thunder lightly rumbled out side and you were cuddled into your partners side. The TV had already played a few things and you were getting tired. You had planned to fall asleep in your spot on the couch before your partner spoke.

"Y/n. What do you like about this place?" They quietly asked. That instantly woke you up.

"I like plenty of things about it. This cabin, the land, the wildlife. The townspeople are nice. I love everything about it." You passionately expressed. Their brows furrowed at that.

"I don't understand. You can live in the city and still visit these places." They said. You were already tired and really didn't want to talk about this right now.

"What happened to not caring about our problems anymore?" You questioned. They were silent for a second before continuing.

"What happened to being together for the rest of our lives? You left me in the city!" Their words cut deep and sparked rage instantly.

"Why can't you just drop it! Why can't you see that I'm doing this for you too! Shouldn't you be happy for me? We're living in an economy where you end up paying thousands of dollars every year just to stay alive and now I have this opportunity and you just want me to throw it away!?! Why do you have to have everything your way all the damn time!" You yelled as you got up from the couch and crossed your arms.

"No! You're the one being selfish! We already had a life in the city that you uprooted for this stupid fucking dream of yours!" They screamed at you from the couch. "This is unrealistic! It's not sustainable! And just.... UGH it's fucked!!" They yelled standing just to punching the wall. Fortunately your house was sturdy and wouldn't get damaged so easy. You were already crying by the time they were done yelling, and after seeing your face it just made them angrier. You wanted to just curl up in your room in a ball like usual but you knew you couldn't this time. They'd just follow you.

You needed to leave.

You walked towards the door as they kept ranting.

"Where are you going!? It's raining and its midnight!" They yelled walking towards you.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" You cried. They seemed to snap out of their angry haze and looked at you shocked. "I'm leaving until you get out of here. Go home!! Just leave me alone!" You screamed as you opened the door and slammed it. Cold wet wind immediately blew into your already tired body but the adrenaline allowed you to push through. Thunder clapped in the skies and sobs wracked through your body. There was only one place you could go this late. You'd hoped he'd still be up practicing on his guitar or something.

Mud squelched under your feet as your made your trek into town. Cold rain poured down on you and you could see the dull light of Sam's porch light coming into view. You knew his family was asleep so you went over to his window. Faint strums from a guitar lightly played behind the glass. You sighed in relief at the sound. You lightly knocked on the window and waited patiently. A few seconds passed before the blinds on the other side lifted. As soon as he saw it was you he opened up his window and helped you climb inside.

"You're drenched! Are you ok?" He bombarded you with questions. Your shivering form and puffy eyes were enough to give him some signs as to what had happened.

"No." You sighed as you sat on the floor in front of the window. Your exhaustion quickly caught up with you and the rain made your clothes feel ten pounds heavier. You brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. Sam got a blanket off his bed and threw it over your shoulders before sitting next to you

"My partner was waiting for me at home today. I didnt have my phone so I had no idea." You said. "We had a fight the night before but they seemed to want to move past that so I let them stay. I should've just kicked them out. They're never going to understand what i do. What i want l, or who i want to be" You said, tears pricked your eyes. "I'm doing this for them too.... and all they do is call me stupid for it." You cried. "Why do they love to hate me?" You felt bad that you were dumping all this on your friend but you just wanted support. "My farm isn't some stupid dream i came up with on the fly."

A comforting hand rubbed your back as Sam held his tongue. There were only a few other times where you'd kinda let him in on what was really happening. But he'd heard enough to piece together that this person was an asshole. How could someone like that end up with someone as sweet as you.

"You're right. It's not some stupid dream, so why do you keep letting them tell you that?" He asked. Maybe that was a little too blunt. But he was tired of seeing you seeing you caught in their web, not even attempting to escape. You were silent. If anything that made you cry a bit harder. He immediately regretted what he said and rubbed your back a little harder out of stress.

But he's right, all the things they do happen becaue you let it. You never felt powerful enough to stop them, all you could ever do is run away.

"Because.... I'm scared." You confessed. "Whenever I want to say anything to them, something in the back of my head tells me not to. Like my premonition is telling me something bad will happen."

"Y/n.....that's terrible." He said. "You don't deserve that."

"I feel like I do." You replied. The comforting hand on your back stopped and instead moved to caress your cheek. You turned to look at him. He looked back with sad eyes. Almost as if he could cry with you.

"You don't." He said firmly. "You deserve someone who's going to support you no matter what. Someone who'll be there when you cry, even if it's something simple like stepping on your favorite flower." You smiled. You remembered that day. Rip Petunia. His thumb wiped the tears from underneath your swollen eyes. His touch was warm, and made your heart beat just a little faster.

"If only someone like that existed." You weakly laughed. He just looked at you. Debating if he was gonna say what he actually wanted to say. He felt like if he passed this opportunity up there'd be no second chances.

"He does, I'm right here." He confessed.

You were always ashamed when you gave in to his incessant flirting. Comments here and there, 'accidental' touches, wanting to be around each other all the time. Though you were in a relationship, the longer you were in stardew valley the more you realized how much your partner drained you. How much you longed for a real connection, someone who loved you.

"Really?" Was all you could utter, not conveying how happy you really were.

"Yeah, really." He confirmed. A scarlet hue started to take over his face but he was still serious. Something about the way he looked at you told you to trust him. There was a special bond between the two of you and you'd know it from the start. You just denied it. You wanted to cry again, knowing someone like him had been in your life for a while now. A supporter, a friend, and maybe, if you let him. Something more.

You didn't really know what to say. Your words wouldn't be able to convey how you felt so you just curled into his side. Taking in his warmth. His body was stiff but eased up after a second. His arm fell naturally on your shoulders and pulled you closer. You'd never felt so anxious around Sam as you did right now. Heart racing, cheeks hot. Alot of feelings you'd pushed down over the months had resurfaced in an instant.

"You're still drenched. Do you want some of my clothes? You're gonna freeze in here." He fretted. The question made you aware of just how cold and uncomfortable you were in your still wet clothes.

"That'd be nice." You smiled standing up from your spot. You left the cover on the floor and walked with Sam to his dresser. He handed you a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts and showed you where the restroom was.

You closed the door behind you and changed out of your muddy clothes. You washed off any mud you got on your body before putting on the nice clean clothes, you took a second to take in your state in the mirror. You've looked better. Your eyes were still red from crying so long and your hair got tangled in the harsh rain. You took a moment to run your fingers through your hair only being able to tame half of it. You left the restroom and headed back to Sam's room. Your hand rested above the door handle and you debated how you were going to ask him if you could stay the night. You couldn't go back home, not until tomorrow at least and there's no one else you were close enough with to ask. And besides. You wanted to stay, he made you feel safe. You were able to be vulnerable around him and you knew he'd never chastise you over it.

Entering the room you saw he'd already made a spot on the floor for himself. A few blankets and pillows positioned how he liked. You evaluated what was happening before you said something.

"Sam?" You looked at him laying on his makeshift bed. He smiled.

"Well, I didn't think you'd be going home tonight. It's storming outside and I wouldn't want you to go home anyway considering the situation." He said. Gesturing to his bed. "It's all yours, come lay down, I know you're tired." He concluded. You were slightly taken aback. He already anticipated you staying the night and was really sweet about it. You walked over and laid down in his bed. It was a different type of comfort. Different from your own bed, your always felt cold and empty. Comforting only because you weren't constricted by a possessive embrace. But in his it was almost like the bed could swallow you up. Various pillows and a giant cover made you feel like you were in a little nest. Safe and secure. You rolled on your side so you could look at Sam who met your gaze from the floor.

"Thank you.. you're doing alot for me tonight." You expressed your gratitude. He grinned.

"Your worth doing so much for." He said in a soft voice. It made your heart flutter.

With a content sigh you laid on your back and closed your eyes. You were absolutely exhausted. But no matter how long you kept your eyes closed sleep wouldn't come. Tiny recaps of your night kept playing over and over again, keeping you in your restless state. You shyly looked over at Sam's now sleeping figure and couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to purge all your thoughts for you. As if he heard you in his dreams he woke up and caught your lingering gaze.

"You ok?" He yawned, rubbing one of his eyes. You were silently debating in your head if it was ok to ask if he could hold you. You knew he probably wouldn't mind, but you couldn't help but wonder if it broke any of his boundaries.

"Can you come here?" You asked. The dark room did well to hide the blush taking over your face. He was quiet but you could hear the sound of him getting up before he sat on the edge of the bed.

"You ok?" He asked you again, in slightly more worried tone this time.

"I will be, ....can you just hold me?...Sorry if thats weird to ask." You mumbled fingers fidgeting with hem of one of the pillows. He laughed.

"Sure weirdo, scoot over." He instructed as you moved closer to the wall. You didn't expect for him to actually climb into bed with you for some reason, and you didn't exactly know how to go about what you just asked for.

Luckily for you he wasn't so shy. After he made himself comfortable under the covers he pulled you into his chest. His chin rested on top of your head and his arm draped over you. When he held you it wasn't uncomfortable. His arms were loose and inviting, not the constriction you were used to. Yesterday, you would've never thought you'd end up here. Where you were meant to be.

"Thank you." You mumbled into his chest.

"No, thank you. For trusting me. From now on you don't have to worry about anything" He said planting a kiss on your head. "I'll make it all better." He whispered. The intimacy of his voice in your ear really did make those words stick in your mind. You wrapped your arm around his torso, ready to fully embrace his warmth. As you drifted off into a peaceful slumber you thanked the world for giving you Sam.

A radiant light that you were lucky enough to see.

[legolasghosty]

“How come you always end up under my blanket?” and “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” for willex 🥺

HI HELLO PLEASE IGNORE THE FACT THAT THIS ASK IS FROM NEARLY 6 MONTHS AGO! ENJOY!

Alex hesitates for a moment, then uses his key to let himself into his dorm room. He's been keeping his distance for the last couple of days, since his roommate has the flu. Willie had offered to let Alex have their dorm when he first threw up the other day, but Alex had immediately refused. No way was he going to make his roommate move while they were running a 101-degree fever. So he's crashed at Reggie and Bobby's place the last two nights.

However, he's starting to worry about his roommate. Well, his friend. Maybe his best friend. Or second best, Reggie is hard to beat in that department. And... okay yes, he definitely has a crush on Willie. But that isn't the point. The point is that he cares about Willie and wants to make sure he's okay. At first, Willie had been responding to his texts and repeating that he should stay away. They didn't want Alex to catch the flu too. But Willie hasn't responded in like 8 hours. Alex is done waiting around.

Alex takes a deep breath and turns the key in the lock. The dorm room is dark, the lights off and the curtains drawn over the window. At first, Alex isn't sure that Willie is even there. Their bed is a mess of blankets and twisted sheets, but seems to be empty. The whole room smells sick. Alex heads for the window, figuring he might as well air the room out while Willie is... somewhere else. But a groan distracts him before he gets there.

He turns around to find his roommate curled up in his own bed. Willie's dark hair, usually shiny and wild, is splayed limply over Alex's light grey pillowcase. Their broad shoulders are bare except for the corner of Alex's light pink comforter. Half of the blanket hangs off the side of the bed. His legs are sweaty and twisted up in the top sheet.

In short, Willie looks awful. And also happens to be in Alex's bed.

"Who's'ere?" Willie mumbles, shifting in what looks like an attempt to sit up.

"It's just me," Alex says quickly. He shoves aside the thoughts of Willie being in his bed in... a different situation. Oh gosh no, NOT like that. Just, like... curling into Alex's side, falling asleep in each other's arms, waking up to their breath against his cheek. Ugh, Alex seriously had to do something about those daydreams, this was getting ridiculous.

"'lex?" Willie slurs, blinking. "What're you doing here? You're gonna get sick."

"I mean, you're the one in my bed," Alex points out before he can stop himself. Oh gosh, really? That's what he said?

To Alex's surprise, Willie giggles. "Your bed? This is my bed."

"Uhhh, pretty sure it's not," Alex says slowly. "I've definitely been sleeping there since we moved in."

"Well how come you always end up under my blankets then?" Willie retorts. "My blankets wouldn't be on your bed, so this is my bed."

Alex stares at his roommate for a second. Do they really not realize they're on Alex's bed? Under his blankets? "Um, what was your fever last time you checked?" he asks.

"Like 103, why?" Willie responds, swaying back and forth a bit as he tries to sit up.

"Okay no, lay back down." Alex hurried to Willie's side and helped him settle on the pillows. His pillows. He rests the back of his hand against Willie's forehead. "Willie, you're burning up," he says softly. "You need to keep resting."

Willie sighs. "I know. I just don't wanna. Don't like being cooped up."

They roll onto their side, pulling the blankets up around his shoulders. Alex wants to hug him, hold him close till he feels better. But that would kind of defeat the whole quarantine idea, cause he would definitely get sick if he did that.

"You didn't answer my question," Willie adds after a moment. "Or... I don't think you did? What are you doing here?"

Alex hesitates, then goes with the truth. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

The tired little smile Willie gives him melts his heart a bit. "You're really sweet, Lexi, you know that?" Willie mumbles. "The sweetest. Probably taste better than ice cream if I kiss you."

Their eyelids are already drooping as the words escape their mouth. That's probably for the best since Alex's face is turning bright red. Kissing Willie... wouldn't that be the dream. But Willie is running a crazy fever right now. It probably doesn't mean anything... right?

He tucks the blankets in around his roommate and takes out some of the dirty dishes to wash. Regardless of his crush, he cares about Willie. And he's gonna take care of him as best he can.

Within reason. Alex refuses to get the flu for the fourth year in a row.

(Thank you for the Ask, Shelly. I'm so sorry it took so long!!!!)

[playhousemassacrez]

Poppy Playtime headcanons I made! (Part 3)

Pink is for AU, blue is for canon and purple is for random things that don't make sense, but I thought it would to me.

Marie was chosen to become Mommy, but Claire didn’t want her little girl to die, so she chose to become Mommy Long Legs instead. Marie became Sissy later on.

When she was still alive, Poppy hated it whenever someone yells at her if she did “something wrong”. She would cry and hide in fear, away from the world around her until Stella would scoop her up in her arms and calm her down. So now if anyone yelled at Poppy for no reason, they would be guaranteed to be on Kissy’s hit list.

Sissy is considered Mommy's "Mini-Me".

Hugh didn't have any friends until he met Stella.

Baby likes to play in the water. It amazes him.

Bunzo is stuck in a birthday loop.

Despite her being a tiny doll, Poppy is the leader of the toys.

After Rich was demoted to the Rejected Toy Area, Avery moved to janitor staff.

Huggy causes trouble on purpose when he feels like it.

Kissy has reattachable teeth, but she hardly ever uses them. Huggy has reattachable teeth too and he uses them a lot.

For some reason, Huggy likes The Wizard of Oz, but he only likes the 1939 version cuz that's the movie he remembers due to Dorothy's shoes being red instead of silver.

Sissy loves her brother, Baby, dearly.

Marie's middle name is Ann.

The Mini Huggies are Quadruplets. They're also the only Mini Huggies that survived from Mommy's wrath.

Candy Cat waddles when she walks. She hates it.

Killy Willy is a legend that the staff tell the children at Halloween. Of course, he isn't real, but the kids think that he is.

Poppy's hair smells like a poppy flower but none of the other toys know how or why.

There is at least a Shadow Poppy.

Rich has a crush on Patty but he’s too nervous to ask her out. She would later get turned into Box She Boo (Shelly) later on in the 90’s.

Huggy has a teddy bear named "Mr. Beary".

The toys consider Poppy their "gift". Poppy doesn’t understand why they say that, however.

Poppy’s hair is "naturally" curly.

Huggy is taller than Bron.

Kissy and Mommy are mom gals.

CatNap ate DogDay's legs to "punish" him for not believing that The Prototype can save them all.

Hoppy is a tomboy.

Neil and Theo were great friends until Theo became CatNap and Neil became DogDay.

Monica and Ceila were best friends when they were still alive before they became Bobby BearHug and CraftyCorn.

Theo was the youngest of the Smiling Critters experiments. He was also the last of the Smiling Critters experiments to be turned into a toy.

Poppy is very good at escaping places. She has tried to escape Playcare at least 48 times before she was turned into a toy.

Poppy was the last of the kids to be turned into a toy with her becoming successful than her “guardians”.

Poppy uses PJ has "transportation" when she wants to cuz she's too small compared to the other bigger bodies.

Miss Delight named her mace "Barb" cuz she was lonely.

Poppy can be quite sneaky and would try to cause trouble.

Poppy has autism and stims when she feels like it. Kissy likes that about her cuz Poppy hardly gets excited about things ever since the many incidents that happened to them.

Even though she hates to admit it, Poppy hates being alone.

The toys don't age. Instead, they age like the Sesame Street Muppets.

[thedancingcockroach134]

Human Tito x Reader

Chapter 1: Joining the gang

You were just sent to a mental institution that was for the criminally insane, you wonder if you'll ever get out. A few minutes pass and you decide to just sit down at a table that a group of friends were sitting. A guy named Jerry Robert Willis asked you "Hello there, dear! What's your name?" You respond "Y/N..." Jerry was interested into having you join. "Well, hello, Y/N! Would you like to join the 8 of us? We sure do love making new friends!" You reply. "N-No thanks." Jerry finds a way into convincing you. "We're actually coming up with an escape plan, we know how much you've been through and your suffering." Your eyes go wide. "Actually, I wanna join!" Jerry smiles as you accepted. "Excellent! Now, let me introduce myself. I'm Jerry Robert Willis, just call me Jerry. My fellow best friends will introduce themselves." A woman named Sara introduces herself. "Hello! I'm Sara! So great to meet ya!" A tattooed faced person with black eyes named Arthur introduces himself. "Bonjour! I'm Arthur!" Another woman named Camila introduces herself. "Wassup? Name's Camila, call me Cammy." A bald guy writes down his name: "Hello, I'm Ozzie. I can't talk since my vocal cords broke. I'm also autistic so you might catch me tip toe walking in the hallways. I'm just letting you know so the other's won't have to explain." A guy that looks like he worked out introduces himself. "Hi, new friend! My name is Gus!" A guy with a mohawk introduces himself in sign language: "Hi, I'm Knolan." Jerry helps you to understand him. "His name's Knolan. He's deaf but can read lips." A guy with a mustache and a beard introduces himself. "¡Hola, soy Tito!" You look at Tito and blush as he introduced himself. You're filled with love in your heart and can't even think of another word. Tito winks at you as you stare at him. You feel like you're about to burts with love as he looks at you also.

Chapter 2: Hanging out with him

Even though you have a huge crush on Tito, y'all both actually become great friends. The more you actually hung out with him came from great friends to best friends. He decides to show you his pet turtle that he found at the yard. "My tortuga is named Tito. I was named after him since they gave me that nick name. Do you wanna try holding him?" You blush at Tito as he hands you his turtle. "Aw, it's like he's so comfortable around you also." He said as he chuckles. You respond. "Your turtle's so adorable! His shell makes it even more cute!" He laughs as you compliment his turtle. You laugh also because the bond that y'all are making together. Y'all both play a little bit longer with the turtle until it was time for his turtle to have some rest. You have 3 times the size of the love you have for him than before. You feel so much love as you think about him.

Chapter 3: Love makers

⚠ Has a little lemon in it ⚠

A few months have passed and Tito decides to invite you to his room. You find it a little bit odd but goes for it anyway. As you walk down the hallway, you look around to make sure nothing weird was going on. You finally get to his room and knock on it. "Y/N! So great to see you! Come on in!" You walk inside his room and sit on his bed. You see Tito lock his door and you decided to ask. "Tito, why did you lock the door? It's not like anybody's gonna come in." He turns around to look at you and smirks. "Oh, it's nothing~" You feel weirded out and excited at the same time since you has a huge crush on him and he's with you. "So, why did want me to come in here? I'm just asking, not trying to being rude." As you finished your question, he sits next to you on the bed. He starts touching you waist and chest. "I just decided that maybe we could have fun for once~" He replied. You get a little nervous and ask him another question. "W-Why are you touching me in those places?" He turns you around and takes off your shirt. You start turning red and blush. "W-W-What are you trying to do?" You asked. He replies. "Just hold still, Y/N. Let me just feel right here on your chest to make sure you're okay~" He starts touching it s3×ua11y and around you. He starts taking off his shirt and pants. As he's about to bend you over, a knock is heard. Y'all both look under the door as a note is slit under it. Tito decides to get off the bed and read it. "Ozzie might've wrote us this." He reads the note: "Jerry needs us real quick for the escape plan thing. Hope I didn't disturb anything!- Your favorite autistic guy, Ozzie." You decide to respond. "Yeah, we should really go because it might be important." Y'all put on y'all's clothes back on and walk out of his room.

✨ PaRt TwO cOmInG sOoN ✨

[an-theduckin]

What is the blood brothers steamboat Willie conspiracy musical about

Arghhh my first draft of this explanation got deleted so writing this again. Its set in 1900s, in Liverpool,UK. There was a recession at that time and huge gap between working class and middle class. So these r the context yeah alr. Oh and it's a musical btw.

So! The play starts with two people getting shot dead. Curtains fall. Narrator comes in with his monologue introduction. Then the play actually starts. A working class women Mrs Johnstone gets pregnant. She has alot of children, is superstitious and religious, but she works as a cleaner and has enough money to just barely scrape by for the new child. But turns out she's gonna have twins. She's super sad abt this and vents 2 the middle class women she work for about this, who is Mrs Lyons. Mrs Lyons is unable 2 have children but wants children so she volunteers 2 have one of the twin from her. She manipulates her into agreeing 2 this btw, even made her swear on the bible and stuff. She said that Mrs Johnstone can come see her son everyday since she work for her but as soon as she get the child she fires her. She even makes up a bullshit superstition that's this.

Anyways. The twins are Mickey and Edward. Mickey is the child whom Mrs Johnstone kept, and Edward is the child whom Mrs Lyons took. When they were seven, they meet each other at the park and became friends. They don't know they're brothers, and they find out they were born at the same date so they become "blood brothers". They also play together with this girl Linda (she's important remember her. Yes she's the future love interest, predictable ik). The mothers find out abt this friendship so Mrs Lyons move away to a different place. Some time later the council move Mickey and Linda's families into a different place, which just happens to be near Mrs Lyons. Okay so time skip. Age 14, Mickey and Edward meets again. Linda and Mickey are clearly crushing on each other but Mickey is too much of a pussy 2 ask her out. They become friends and grow up together and stuff. The narrator constantly comes in with his gay little dramatic monologues btw, he's an omnipotent character and also plays the mean background characters such as the kids mean teacher, the milk man who refused 2 give milk 2 Mrs Johnstone, the gynecologist who adds onto Mrs Johnstone's worries, etc. Anyways back to the plot. They're like 18 now. Mickey finally ask Linda out and they start dating, Edward goes off to university while Mickey goes work in a shitty place with shitty hours and wages. He says that when Edward come back (it'll be Christmas btw) he'll make a Christmas party with the money he's saved up. Time skip. Linda becomes pregnant with Mickey's child, they marry. The recession happens and Mickey gets fired from his job. He can't find a job anywhere else. Edward comes back from university, he ask Mickey where the party is, he's super out of touch. Mickey snaps at him and yeah it's super sad.

Anyways. Edward goes and ask Linda out, saying he's always crushed on her too. She rejects him saying she's already married 2 Mickey. Mickey's older brother Sammy tells mickey that he'll pay him lots of money if he works as a lookout for his "job" (which is robbing people). Mickey agrees. They get arrested and mickey gets sent 2 jail for like 7 years. He becomes addicted 2 antidepressants and is an ass. Linda got mad abt this so she cheats on him with Edward. Mrs Lyons find out about this so she go snitch on them on Mickey. Mickey gets super mad, takes a gun and goes 2 Edward's work. They argue and Mickey wants 2 kill him. Mrs Johnstone shows up and tell them the truth.

And Mickey accidentally shoots Edward. Edward dies. The policemen shoots Mickey. Mickey dies. Mrs Johnstone is super sad. The narrator comes in 2 finish one last monologue. The play ends.

This is the first and last narrator monologue btw. He's super cool and dramatic I love him sm <33

This is a super tragic play including the themes of Nature Vs Nurture, social class, growing up/childhood, superstition etc. It's really good you should totally watch it. Here's the musical soundtrack of it btw!

Also thanks 2 @socko-10 for making the edits on the dialogue pics 2 make it look more dramatic and Pinterest-y loll :3

[chaoscheebs]

Notes for a fic idea I will probably never write:

AU where Seto (Mokuba naturally goes with him, cannot separate the bros) ends up raised by Sugoroku and Yugi ends up raised by Gozaburo.

So, the gist of this idea that my half-asleep mind spawned is, apparently Sugoroku knew Seto’s parents somehow in this AU?  And he is  f u c k i n g  L I V I D  when he hears what happens to them and that the other relatives are about to dump their poor kids in an orphanage after taking their money, so he just sort of... takes them in himself, fuck those shitty relatives.

Meanwhile, Yugi is still, technically,  Sugoroku’s grandkid!  ... that Sugoroku has no idea about, because his son’s fuckin’ around and Yugi’s mom was a conquest he ditched.  After she dies for whatever reason, it’s Yugi that ends up in the orphanage here.  And, well, Yugi’s smart himself, and has a bit of an underlying mean streak that could be useful in business if properly utilized, so...

As you can imagine, the boys turn out kind of wildly different?  Seto is still... not necessarily great at emotions, that is just not happening?  But he’s also a hell of a lot happier and a bit more willing to reach out to others.  Mokuba still has Big Feral Gremlin Energy(tm), but is generally nicer about it?  And is also a lot happier, with actual friends and stuff and not the head of a feral child gang.

Yugi, conversely, becomes one hell of an actor.  He knows using the sweet interior he’s tried guarding for years as a mask will charm/manipulate most people and will use it to the fullest.  He’s also...  very, very more in touch with that mean streak, the one who will look at someone who fucked with him and goes “I am about to ruin this person’s entire life, short as it is.”  And.  He can and will.  Just ask Gozaburo.  If he was still alive, that is.

See, he comes across a very special program, which is the actual mind/soul(?) impression of a certain child that was supposed to be the heir, and Yugi does what Yugi does best: charms him, befriends him, sees him as a useful tool.  And then kinda...  team up to metaphorically (and also kinda literally) haunt Gozaburo’s ass until he jumps out the damn window anyway.  Also oh guess what, little big brother and another special guest (Yugi’s Lone OG Friend(tm) Anzu) kiiiiiiiiinda helped Yugi take over the company too.  \8D/

Yugi, being the lone character actually normal about card games, doesn’t go fully Willy Wonka about them, despite absolutely still turning KaibaCorp into a game-related company too because fuck the war machine and especially fuck Gozaburo’s legacy, doesn’t actually get into a dust-up with Seto!  In fact, he kinda has an awkward crush on him after playing some Duel Monsters with him.

But.  Um.  Being raised by one of the Kings of Shitty Dads means Yugi, bless his heart, is even more awkward about making actual, genuine friends and has even worse self-esteem than OG Yugi, especially since he’s damned well aware that the manipulation tactics and that cruel streak he used to survive are not really useful for making close relationships.  Also, in his mind, make him a bad person and no one wants to be around a bad person he doesn’t deserve friends why even try.

So it probably takes until Duelist Kingdom for him and Seto to... actually really interact and by then Yugi is in a blind panic because, since Mokuba isn’t getting kidnapped here, he’s freaking out about Anzu being in danger, and...  Well, while Yugi isn’t one to go jumping off of castles, he has his own fun self-destructive habits to contend with when he thinks he’s failed her!  \8D/;;;;;;;;;;

(What’s under the chunky wrist cuffs he wears?  It’s probably exactly what you expect.)

So yeah, this is what I end up coming up with when that role-swap picture I saw months ago still lives rent-free in my head and I’m half-asleep.

ETA: also the whole Solid Light Duel Monsters tech happens because Yugi is a smart rich kid with crazy tech at his fingertips with a crush and wants to impress his very not normal about card games crush.

ETA 2: Also penguin guy gets to stay on the board of directors because Yugi enjoys cute things and thus is more willing to compromise with him on the penguin thing.

[tranzfalgar]

okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

[ericsonclan]

I tried looking and couldn't find it on your posting, but a question I like to ask in the TWDG universe. What are some of the older Ericson kids' favorite Disney animated films? I know in the game the outbreak happened in the summer of 2003, but some of the older kids have watched animated films before then or at least remember them. The world simply didn't end when they were growing up prior to the outbreak. You can include it as an alternate universe too to include AJ, Tenn, and Willy if you want.

Ooo! We love this ask! Okay, here we go!!

Clementine: Lilo and Stitch, she liked the story and also secretly wished she could have an older sister like Nani.

Louis: Lady and the Tramp, he was really rooting for the main couple and he thought the spaghetti scene was the height of romance. He also likes Fantasia but that was more for the classical music.

Violet: The Rescuers and Mulan. She likes The Rescuers because she relates to the little girl and her rough home life situation and she loves Mulan because she's a badass and it's an awesome movie.

Marlon: The Lion King because he has a mane just like a lion he really likes Simba and the storyline.

Mitch: Treasure Planet, all the way baby! He adored that movie and relates to Jim Hawkins and he loved the space pirate adventure. He was really glad it came out right before the outbreak happened so he could hold onto those memories.

Brody: The Little Mermaid she loved that Ariel want to venture out and explore a new place and she also had a little bit of a crush on Prince Eric.

Aasim: Atlantis, he felt like it was an underrated film and absolutely loved the plot and discovery of an ancient lost city. He also had a crush on both Kida and Milo.

Ruby: Oliver and Company, she really likes following the story of all these cute animals and it stuck with her.

Omar: Cinderella, everyone is surprised when he tells them this but he really likes Cinderella as a character and how hard-working and kind she is. He remembers the few times he had seen the movie that he would always cheer her on.

Sophie: Tarzan, she loves everything about it, the art, the music, Tarzan and Jane. To her it's cinema perfection. She also likes the art of Fantasia but it's too slow for her to give her full attention to.

Minnie: Robin hood, a noble fox who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. She really liked Robin Hood's energy and the other characters too. It also was awesome to see Prince JOhn get taken down.

James: Pinocchio, he related to a boy who doesn't quite fit in and who always wanted to fit in regardless. James was always scared by the island that turned mischievous boys into donkeys

Tenn: Fantasia, he would sit in the music room and listen to Louis play the music while Sophie recalled the art. He loved hearing about it and would try his best to draw some of the scenes told to him.

Willy: The Lion King, he remembered hearing about it and absolutely loved it. Later on he would reenact scenes for the others after dinner. He also liked Treasure Planet too since Mitch made it sound like the coolest movie ever.

AJ: He likes Lilo and Stitch because Clem does but he also thought that Treasure Planet sounded awesome.

And also some of our ocs!

Prisha: She absolutely adores Beauty and the Beast, she watched it a lot before the outbreak and can recall most of the movie by heart.

Allison: She was too young to see any of them but she loves when her boyfriend, Willy, reenacts The Lion King. She listened to the movies that her moms liked too. She never got as invested in Beauty and the Beast as Prisha but each time she heard Violet talk about Mulan she loved it more and more. She really liked how Violet retold the movie and was sad that she never got a chance to see it in person.

Renata: Emperor's New Groove, baby! She loves the humor and the main duo of the movie. She finds Kronk and Yzma hilarious and damn, she wished she could find a copy to watch again sometime.

Thanks for the ask, it was fun!

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

Just Someone You Used to Know

part 1/? | from this ask

NEXT (Lost In Thought and Lost In Time)

Summary: Your childhood friend Billy (whom you thought was dead) turns up at a hospital and you get a call about it.

pairing(s): Billy/Four x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings/authors notes: the request was for Hurt/comfort and while there's not a ton of that in this chapter there will be elements of it and also a lot of other things. angst, fluff, a lot of emotions going on here. swearing. poor writing skills, barely proofread/edited. this will be a multi-part fic, tho I don't know how many yet.

word count: 2.3k

Your phone lit up with a call from an unknown number which you promptly ignored and continued with your day as you figured If it was important they’d leave a message, which they did. When you had a free moment you grabbed your phone clicked on the message.

“Hello, is this Y/N?” said a voice you didn't recognize “I’m a nurse and a man was just brought in having sustained some injuries. when we asked him if there was anyone we could call to be with him he said your first name and listed this number. He had no forms of identification but he said his name was Billy.”

This made you stop cold. The nurse continued but you weren’t quite hearing what she said. Your mind was reeling. Billy? Your Billy? Surely not, you must’ve misheard or maybe the nurse did, or maybe the nurse misspoke and had really said “willy” or the man just spouted random numbers in a delirium caused by his injuries that happened to make up your number. That must be it because Billy is dead. Your Billy died several years ago. You attended his funeral and had mourned him with your whole being every day since.

You relistened to the voicemail to clarify you hadn’t misunderstood and there it was clear as day Billy. You ran a hand over your face and tried to focus as the voice continued, stating the name and address of there they were as well as what floor and wing of the hospital which you wrote down. You stared at the address. The rational part of you said not to go. Not to get your hopes up because Billy will not be there. Billy is in the cemetery a few miles from where you were and yet... and yet everything else in you was screaming at you to go. You knew he wouldn’t be there and you’d be heartbroken all over again but there was a man, an injured man who may not be your Billy but who needed someone nonetheless. After staring at the address for what felt like an eternity you stood abruptly, put your shoes on, grabbed your things and swept out the door.

When you arrived at the hospital you went to the desk in the correct wing and on the correct floor (you triple-checked) you stated your name and explained how you got a call about a man named Billy. The woman at the desk checked a few things and clarified your name before directing you to the waiting room. You made your way to a chair and sat on the edge of it bouncing your leg and fiddling with your fingers. You were anxious, very anxious, and your mind was racing. After a few minutes, a nurse walked in and called your name, you stood and went to her. She leads you down a hallway and stopped outside a room.

She turned to you and said, “He has a fractured wrist, face lacerations, lots of bruising, and we had to take him to surgery to stop some internal bleeding. He’s probably still asleep from the procedure but he should be all right and should no complications arise he should be about to go home within the next few days” you nodded, your eyebrows knitted together “would you like me to come in with you?” she asked and you shook your head, no. she nodded briefly and said, “I’ll be at the nurse’s station we just passed should you need anything and please press the ‘call nurse’ button when he wakes up” then she smiled warmly and went on her way.

You turned to face the door and placed a shaking hand on the handle. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

The first thing you saw when you opened the door was the beautiful blond man you’d once known lying in the hospital bed, covered in cuts and bruises and unconscious. You went to his bedside unsure of what to feel. Your heart swelled a little when you saw him, but you were also scared and hurt and confused and angry. You reached out a hand and brushed some hair out of his face, almost as a way to confirm his existence, to confirm he was actually there and you hadn't lost your mind.

As your fingertips made contact, your eyes dropped shut and your lip quivered. You retracted your hand and collapsed onto the floor as sobs tore through your body, your mind swirling with questions. How was he alive? Why did he tell them to call you of all people? Where has he been this whole time? How could he have faked his death? How could he have put you through that? How was he back?

After a while, the sobbing and tears subsided and a certain numbness took over you as the questions faded to be replaced with memories. Memories of Billy danced through your mind as you sat on the floor, cheeks streaked with the tears you hadn’t bothered to wipe away. Billy was your best friend and your first… everything really. First kiss, first love, first sexual partner, first heartbreak, first death of a loved one- or so you’d thought anyway, the first person you’d ever mourned and now, the first person you’d ever known to somehow return from the dead. Billy and you had what seemed like a complicated history, friends to lovers back to friends but he had been your person in every way. He was the one you went to about everything and you were his. His “death” had crushed you. But now, he was just someone you used to know.

You were brought back to reality by shifting in the bed before you and the sound of a sharp intake of breath. You glanced up and saw Billy looking at you, his face twisted in pain and his casted hand holding his ribs. He had clearly tried to sit up on his own. You stood and pushed him back down. With one hand still on his chest, you reached for the button to call the nurse. As you did you felt his unharmed hand cover yours and you froze. You could feel him looking at you but you couldn't get yourself to look back. You heard the doorknob rattle and you pulled away from him, wiping your face on your sleeve and turned to see the same nurse as before entering the room. You gave her a quick, tight smile and sat in one of the chairs near the bed. Over the next several minutes as the nurse checked in with Billy you sat numbly. You saw Billy glance your way once or twice but you paid no attention. You just zoned out. When the nurse turned to leave you shot her another quick smile.

Once the door closed behind her, you saw Billy open his mouth to speak up you held up a hand to stop him. The two of you sat in silence for a long while as you wrestled with your emotions. Your heart telling you to go to him, be happy he’s back and love him, your mind telling you to scream, yell, chew him out because how very dare he hurt you like that? and your body was telling you to just break down again.

After a long while, choosing your words very carefully, you said, “did you have a good reason?”

Billy gulped, knowing exactly what you were referring to “yeah, love. but I-” you held up a hand again and he stopped again instantly

“I am so pissed at you right now. I can’t-” you took a deep breath “I accept that you had a reason but I lost my best friend, my-” you paused “I lost everything when I lost you and now you’re here. And I’m so fucking angry but also… you’re here. You’re actually fucking here and shit… I’m so mad at you. How fucking dare you”

Billy was silent, staring at his lap

You sat in silence again. Both unsure of what to say or do or feel. Both aching for each other, having missed the other dearly. As upset as you were, Billy was actually here. He was right there, just a few steps away and you just couldn’t help yourself. You stood and his head whipped toward you. You went to his bedside and gestured for him to scooch over, which he did with a puzzled look on his face, and you lay on your side next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I missed you” you whispered as you gently played with his fingers on his non-injured hand.

Billy leaned over, placed a kiss on your forehead, and said “I missed you too, love”

Before long you had both dozed off and you slept more peacefully than you had in a long while. Since Billy’s death actually, but you couldn't bring yourself to remember that just yet.

After a while, you weren’t sure exactly how long, you were woken up by Billy poking at your forehead and whispering your name. You batted his hand away and glared at him

“What?”

“I need to wee and you’re on me”

You sighed, swung your legs over the side of the small bed and sat up. You stretched and stood. Ben groaned behind you and you turned to find him struggling to sit up as he had before and once again you went to him but this time you helped him up. As he went about his business you decided to head to the nurses station for a stretch and to see if the nurse you’d spoken to before was still here. She was and for that, you were grateful as you had some questions.

You spoke to her about Billy and his injuries and care. She said he seemed to be doing well when she saw him earlier, that his injuries were not too extensive and the surgery for the internal bleeding was as minimally invasive as was possible and that while he would be good to leave the hospital very soon (tomorrow or the day after depending on her next check-in with him) he would need to be released into someone else’s care to keep an eye on his recovery and so on. Then she said,

“I assume that would be you”

“Me?”

“You”

You gulped and took a form she was holding out to you. Taking care of Billy... Living with Billy through his healing process… as much as you’d missed him and as much as your heart ached for him you were so afraid he’d leave again. What if he used your help then bailed? No, not Billy. You told yourself. Yes he left before but he’s not a user and he said he had a good reason for what he did, and because it was Billy, you believed him.

“You’ll both need to sign it agreeing that he is in your care for the hospital to feel good about letting him leave this early but of course we can’t make you guys sign it or technically make him stay”

You nodded “I’ll talk to him” and you started to drift off to his room still staring at the form

“I’ll be in shortly before the end of my shift and again tomorrow morning”

You nodded again even though you were nearly at his door already and it was unlikely she could see such a subtle movement of your head from there.

You stepped back into his room and found him back in bed.

“What’s that?” he asked pointing at the paper in your hand

“A form” you said still lost in thought and drifting toward his bed. When you got close enough he reached out and snatched it from your hands.

“Release form?” He questioned his eyebrows scrunching together “I, the undersigned, agree to be released into the care of..” he stopped reading and looked at you “what is this?”

“They think you’ll be all ready to leave the hospital possibly as soon as tomorrow providing you have someone to keep track of you, which they assume will be me”

“Well, yeah. why wouldn’t it be you?”

You opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words to express everything going on in your head.

Billy set the form down and reach out to you with both hands. You took his hands in yours and he pulled a bit so you tipped onto the bed and he pulled you into a tight hug. “I’ll explain everything, where I was, what happened to me, why I-" he paused "everything. I promise. But not here, not now. I fucked up by not telling you about all this as it happened and I’ve regretted it every day since”

You pulled away from him and grabbed the - now slightly crumpled- form from where he’d placed it on his lap and left the room. Billy watched as you left, confused and scared but then you swept back into the room, with a pen in hand and you signed the form. You handed Billy the form and the pen and said, ��I’ve gotta go home, see you tomorrow” and you left again leaving Billy in a bit of a daze.

When you got back to the small place you called home, you got nervous. Billy had been your best, well… everything for so many years, he’d seen you at your worst and your best and he’d seen your home in greater disarray than it was now and yet you were nervous about him seeing your life like this. So you cleaned and tidied until you couldn’t think of anything else to dust or move and when you finally went to bed that night you dreamt of Billy. A mix of fact and fiction intertwined in your brain as you slept fitfully. Happy turned to sad, sad turned to confusing and confusing turned to scary until you awoke with a jolt.

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 everything to lose | luke patterson

paring: fem!ghost!reader x ghost!luke patterson

summary: Luke confronts reader, the daughter of Caleb Covington, after he finds out what the shocks mean. reader tries to help Luke do what he needs to do so he and his bandmates can

length: medium

rating: PG-13

warnings: a lot of angst, swearing / cussing, jatp spoilers if you haven’t watched episode 5 or later

!! NOT MY GIF !!

MASTERLIST

“I can’t believe you did that to them, Dad,” you shout. “Why can’t you just listen to them when they tell you they already have a band?” You just found out that your father, Caleb Covington, used his stamp on the Sunset Curve boys because they refused his offer.

Your father sips out of his mug and says, “You know the reason, my darling. They’re just too powerful.”

With a groan, you say, “Sometimes, I really don’t like you.”

After finishing his mug of whatever he was drinking, your father says, “You’re stuck with me for eternity, my daughter. You better get around to liking me.” He poofs out of your room in the Hollywood Ghost Club and you grab your jacket.

You’ve made it your mission to go and tell Luke and his bandmates what’s going to happen to them since your father used his stamp on them. Maybe they can figure out what their unfinished business is and they can cross over.

So you poof out of the Hollywood Ghost Club and to the studio where your crush and his bandmates practice. You peep inside and don’t see Luke. A sigh of defeat passes your lips and you step back. You think about where they could be, or at least where Luke would be.

You poof to South Broadway, in front of the Orpheum. You find Willie, your best friend, talking to Luke, Alex, and Reggie. Luke looks behind Willie at you. He has a look of anger on his face and he walks around Willie to get to you.

“What the hell, Y/N?” Luke says, approaching you. “You let Caleb just stamp us?”

Immediately, you say, “I’m sorry, Luke. I didn’t know that he would use the stamp on you. I never wanted him to.”

Luke looks at you and he says, “The guys and I love our band with Julie, and Caleb just took that away from us. We either have to join his band, cross over, or get destroyed by these jolt things.”

Quickly, you reach out and try to touch Luke. He backs away from you and your face falls. “Luke, please,” you beg. “I never wanted this. I’ve seen how happy you are with Julie and the band. I never wanted that to be taken away from you guys. I tried to talk him down but he wasn’t having it. Okay?”

He says, “I just met you a few weeks ago. How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Because in the eighty or so years that I’ve been a ghost, I’ve never met anyone like you, Luke,” you say, staring up at the guy in front of you. “I always kept to myself until Willie introduced me to you. I was scared to talk to anyone just for this reason. Until I met you. My father is insanely powerful and I can’t do anything to stop him.”

Luke’s face softens and he says, “All we wanted was to get revenge on our bandmate for what he did to us and now we’re cursed.”

Your voice drops to a whisper and you say, “I’m sorry, Luke. I really am. I wish he wasn’t like this.” You look down at your feet.

Both of you are quiet before Luke sighs, reaching out and holding your hand. You look at your connected hands and you finally look up at him. “I’m sorry I blamed you, Y/N,” he says. “I’m just frustrated that these are my only options. I know that this isn’t your fault and that you don’t have control over what he does.”

“I don’t know what I can do, Luke,” you admit. “I just wish that you had never met him, or me or even Willie because it was us that got you into this.”

Luke shakes his head and says, “I wouldn’t take back meeting you. Meeting you has been one of my favorite things that’s happened to me since I became a ghost.”

You say, “But you’re cursed and you’ll die all over again.”

He takes a step closer to you and he says, “I’ll die over and over again if it meant meeting you.”

There’s a whoosh noise and you look to your right, knowing who’s standing there. Luke looks over at your father and the guys run up to the two of you.

Your father looks between you and Luke before he says, “Hm, it seems like I’ve interrupted something here.”

“What do you want?” you spit at him. “You’ve done enough, Dad.”

The only people here that knew he was your father were Willie and Luke. Alex and Reggie didn’t know, but now they do. It’s not a big deal that they know but how to you tell new friends that your father is the owner of the most famous ghost clubs and one of the most powerful ghosts?

Luke confidently stands at your side, looking up at your father as he says, “That’s not how you speak to me, young lady. I thought you learned your lesson.”

You say, “You don’t own me. You can’t control me. None of your powers work on me because I’m your blood. You can’t own my soul. I have no consequences when it comes to speaking to you in a certain way or how I act.”

Your father says, “You don’t have any consequences, Y/N.” He waves his hands and a jolt hits the Sunset Curve boys. Luke lets go of your hand as he stumbles back. You look at him with worry all over your face before spinning back to your father. “But they do. Now, boys, let me make my offer again. You can join my house band and these jolts will simply just stop. Alex, you’ll always be able to see Willie. Luke, you’ll be able to see Y/N whenever you’d like. If you’re destroyed or you cross over, you won’t get any of that.”

“We’re never joining your house band,” Luke says through his teeth. You turn your head and look at the musician. His eyes flicker to you before returning to your father.

He says, “Have it your way.” Your father waves his hand again and there’s another jolt that hits the guys. All three grunt. Willie has his hand on Alex’s shoulder and you run over to Luke, whose back is pressed against the wall of the building. You lace your fingers with Luke’s as your father poofs away.

You look up at Luke and you say, “You have to cross over, Luke. Soon.”

Luke says, “I don’t know how to do that.”

Willie chimes in and says, “You have to do your unfinished business. It’s why you came back as ghosts.”

Alex, Reggie, and Luke all look at each other before Luke says, “i guess we have to play the show that we never got to play then.”

They need to play the Orpheum.

***

You and Willie help Luke and his band get booked at the Orpheum the next day. Willie drives the bus of Panic! At The Disco’s opening act out into the desert over 200 miles away. The two of you poof to the boys, who stand right outside the venue. Just as you both poof to the guys, they get hit with a jolt. You walk up to Luke and ask, “You okay?”

“Nothing I haven’t felt before,” Luke says, shrugging. “Um, can I talk to you for a second?”

After nodding, you and Luke walk away. The two of you stand in the alleyway beside the Orpheum. You look up at Luke and he sighs. “I’ve never felt anything for anyone before you. I’m not just saying this because I’m either about to cross over or get destroyed by the jolts,” he admits to you. “I just, I don’t have many regrets and I’d definitely regret it if I didn’t tell you that I really like you.”

Your eyes widen and you say, “Luke, I-”

Luke says, “I have everything to lose, Y/N. You, my band, everything. I’d rather have you and Julie sleep peacefully knowing that I crossed over instead of getting destroyed.”

You can see the tears in his eyes and you say, “I wish I could do something, Luke. I wish that this wasn’t the end of us, even though there never really was an ‘us’ to begin with. I wanted an us.”

He sniffles and you reach up, brushing his hair off his forehead before he says, “I wanted an us too.”

Luke cups your face in his hands and you look up at him. He leans down and presses a light kiss to your lips. You sigh and slowly kiss him back. Your eyes are screwed shut and a few tears escape, falling down your cheeks and wetting them.

After a second, Luke pulls back and looks down at you. “If, by some miracle, I survive this. If something happens and we don’t cross over and I don’t get destroyed by the jolts, I’ll meet you here at midnight,” he says. You nod and stare up at him.

You lean up and peck his lips before Luke walks off. You lean against the wall of the Orpheum and sigh, closing your eyes.

You hate your father for taking away the only guy you’ve ever liked since you became a ghost. Luke would never leave his band with Julie to join your father’s band, and you respect that.

Later that night, you’re back in the same spot. You were able to sneak into the Orpheum to see Luke’s performance with his band. He looked handsome in his suit with no sleeves and messy hair as he played his guitar. You lean your head back and close your eyes.

Minutes tick by. It’s close to 12:30 now. He either crossed over or he didn’t make it.

Soft sobs begin to leave your lips as you let it sink in that you’ll never see Luke again.

There’s a whooshing sound and you assume that it’s your father so you don’t look. Someone walks toward you and you feel someone wipe away your tears. Your eyes flutter open and you’re met with Luke’s pretty hazel eyes. You gasp softly and throw your arms around Luke.

“You made it,” you whisper.

Luke chuckles and says, “I made it. I’m okay. I don’t know how but the curse is gone.”

You pull back just enough to meet Luke’s eyes. “You did amazing tonight, by the way,” you tell him. “I was able to sneak in.”

He smiles and says, “The suit is thanks to your father. I lost the sleeves in the poof.”

“I don’t mind,” you admit. “I like the no sleeves. Definitely shows off your muscles.” You run your fingers up and down his biceps to prove your point.

Luke laughs and says, “You love my arms. Noted.”

You smile and say, “I also love your kisses.”

“We’ve only kissed once, Y/N,” Luke tells you. You lean your head up.

“It’s time to change that, Luke,” you say. With a little laugh, Luke leans down and kisses you again. The kiss is a little rougher than the kiss you shared with him earlier in the day. Both of you are more hungry for each other because neither of you thought that you’d be standing here with him.

Maybe because the curse is gone, you’d get to have the relationship you want with Luke. Maybe this is the guy you can spend your ghostly years with. You almost lost him, and you’ve promise yourself that you’d never let him go again.

[secretlittl3whore]

Not a Nightmare

Summary: You’re reminiscing over the last year when you hear Bucky having a dream in the other room, but it’s not the kind of dream you were expecting.

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: smut! Unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your Willy). A little angsty first. Swear words. 18+ y’all please!

Enjoy my sweet nymphs. As always, you can request ;)

——

His nightmares kept him up most nights. It had been that way since i had connected with him in South America. He wasn’t the Winter Soldier anymore, he really didn’t even know who he was, except what he could glean from the Captain America exhibit and from what I could share of what Steve had told me. Part of me wondered if I made the right decision to follow him instead of returning to America, but when he recognized me and in the two weeks I was down there, attempted multiple interactions with me, I couldn’t deny him when he asked me to stay. I wish I understood why he asked.

Now here we are in Bucharest. Times are calmer for him, but the nightmares...they’re worse than anything I expected. Sometimes, he will awake screaming at night. Others he’s trying to fight some imaginary enemy and doesn’t wake till he’s forced. On occasion, I have been the victim of a night terror. His vibranium arm crushing my throat or him slamming me into the floor. Bucky always felt like shit afterwards, no matter what I said. At one point he tried to kick me out of his apartment and his life, saying he was too dangerous for me. I sat outside the door for six hours, listening to him cry. When I finally had knocked, he practically ripped the door of the hinges to grab me back in. He dropped to his knees that day, his arms wrapped around me as he buried his tear covered face against my stomach. It broke me to see him in such a vulnerable position. I remember running my hands through his hair for what seemed like forever until his grip around me loosened and his arms fell limply to his sides.

“Why did you stay? After, after all I’ve done?” His voice broke, as more tears slid down his face. My own eyes welled with tears as I kneeled in front of him. Slowly and gently, I took him in my arms, pulling him against me. Bucky tensed for a minute, but then slowly wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck. I went back to running my fingers in his hair, contemplating my response.

“Because I want to be here for you. In every way possible.” A silent sob racked his body and I felt more of his weight on me as he crumpled. Bucky laid his head in my lap and brought his flesh hand to rest on my hip. He kept his vibranium on the floor, away, fear radiating from the way he curled it away from me. “Give me your hand Bucky.” He raised his head off my lap with wide open eyes.

“But...” he started to protest, but i shushed him, placing my finger on his lips.

“I’m here for you in every way.” I emphasized the last two words with a small smile. I wasn’t afraid of him and I certainly wasn’t afraid of his arm. “That means,” I reached for his hand and took the cool metal fingers within mine, “you don’t have To worry about keeping yourself from me.” Reluctantly he allowed me to bring his arm up to my lips. I knew he couldn’t feel it, but I kissed his had, listening to the soft whirs and enjoying the feel of the cool metal against my lips. Bucky continued to cry for a while more, my sleep shorts practically soaked and my legs so numb that I was probably going to have to crawl to bed. But he never let go, never moved his head, and never tried to remove his arm from my grasp.

Since that day, he has been exceedingly touchy with me. It was clear he was touch starved, I would be too, if all i ever knew was a harsh hand. I started to notice it when I had just returned from the market with groceries one day. I swore he had been asleep on his makeshift bed and I was trying to be as quiet as I could, but then felt a presence and a hand on the small of my back. I threw him a small smile over my shoulder before returning to my task. He stayed there for the entire time I put the groceries away, leaning against the fridge door and absentmindedly rubbing the exposed skin of my back. It was the hardest fucking lesson to learn, but I finally had enough willpower to not jump when he placed his cold fingers against my skin. I honestly loved the feeling of his metal pads dragging softly against the small of my back, but gosh dang were they freezing! Even despite the fact that he wore gloves almost all the time.

Nonetheless, i started to notice it more and more after this. Him standing close to me, having his hand on me at any point (or simply just brushing it against me), sitting near me, and my favorite, him laying his head on my lap when I’m sitting in the couch.

Had I fallen in love with the super soldier? I cannot deny it.

—

A whimper from the living room ripped me from my head. I sat up in the bathtub, trying to see if the sound was just in my head. Another whimper told me it wasn’t. I wrapped myself in a robe and padded softly into the living room where Bucky slept.

He wasn’t thrashing around, but his face was contorted in an expression I couldn’t read. Suddenly, a small moan left his lips and I just about swooned. What was this man dreaming about? At that moment, his blanket fell to the side and I averted my eyes respectfully, but definitely didn’t miss the tent that had formed in his sweat pants. I turned to walk away but then he moaned again, this time saying a name...my name.

I felt hot, not just in my face, but also in between my legs. He was dreaming about me? I almost didn’t believe it, but the man said my name yet again. Fine, if he says it again...

“Y/n...” Bucky moaned, a little louder this time. Damn it. Mustering all my confidence, I walked over to the sleeping man. It was a risk, and I knew it, but I’ll be damned if I lied to myself and said I didn’t want this man. Kneeling beside his bed, I gently brushed some of the hair out of his face. The super soldier startled awake and grabbed my hand harshly, breathing raspy. “y/n...what?” Voice sleepy.

“You were dreaming.” I said simply. He sat up quickly and pulled the blanket over himself, averting his eyes from my gaze. “Bucky,” he still refused to look at me. “Do you want me?” Bucky immediately snapped his eyes to mine, a clear and potent blush on his face. I heard him swallow hard before replying in the most quiet of voice,

“Yes.” Inwardly I celebrated as loudly as I could, but I kept cool on the surface. I surged forward and captured his lips. He responded immediately, moving his lips against mine. Without breaking the kiss, I straddled his lap wrapping my arms around his neck. Tentatively, he brought both hands to my hips. I licked his bottom lip and invaded his mouth when he opened. He moaned into my mouth as my tongue danced with his. When I pulled back, our breaths were short. His blue eyes glistened with tears,

“Are you sure you want me?” If it had been any other moment, I probably would’ve just cried and held him in my arms, but there was such a confidence within myself that I decided against such a meek answer. Instead, I pulled at the tie of my robe. Bucky almost instantly grabbed my hands, his eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you just how much I want you.” As he relaxed his hands, I pulled the robe off. The cold air within the apartment perked my nipples. Bucky’s eyes traveled my body, but he didn’t move. Slowly, I led his hands to my chest. His metal hand played a dangerous game of temperature play with my breasts and a moan escaped from me. My cunt ached and I knew that I was wet from anticipation.

That moan must’ve given him some sort of confidence because he started to knead the fleshy mounds. He then dipped his head low and took a nipple into his mouth.

“Buck,” I moaned. His tongue laved over the nipple and I felt his teeth pull gently. I was a raspy, moaning mess by the time he switched over to the other nipple. Need friction. Taking his flesh hand from my breast, I guided it down to my aching cunt. Bucky stopped his lavishes on my nipple as he stared at me.

“I’m...” Bucky averted his gaze, “I’m out of practice.” Before he could get into his head and start comparing himself to his 1940s version, I kissed him deeply.

“So am I, we’ll learn together.” Bucky inhaled deeply and dropped his head to my shoulder. A finger touched my sensitive nub and I jerked. He started circling that area with his thumb as his other fingers explored, gathering wetness. A finger entered me and I gasped at the feeling. Another entered. Moving in and out, curling, and gently stretching me. I was a moaning mess at his musings. A white flash smashed my vision as he hit a certain spot within me and I moaned loudly. Bucky started kissing and licking my shoulders and neck, marking the skin as he paid attention to this spot within me. My moans spurned him on as he quickened his pace, still making sure to play with my clit.

“Buck...Bucky.” His name a mantra on my lips as I grasped his hair, my head falling backwards. His metal arm reached around my back, holding me in place. My orgasm was building, toes curling, that warmth within my belly. His fingers pumped and curled, edging me to the end. In a another flash of white It surged through me and I came on his fingers.

He looked surprised and proud of himself as he brought his soaked fingers to his lips. I almost came again as I watched him lick each one clean. His pupils blew out and he pulled my face to his, smashing his lips against mine. Tongue surged past my open lips, bringing the taste of me. Bucky lifted me off his lap and gently turned us around, laying me on his bed, but never breaking the kiss. He worked his pants off.

I pulled back from the kiss, my lungs screaming for air. He leaned upwards and I finally caught the full show. His dick was massive, too swollen and red. The veins popping. And fine curly hair at the base. He was Definitely bigger than I have ever had. I gingerly reached out and wrapped my fingers around him. Shit, he was thick, I could hardly touch my middle finger to my thumb. I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, mouth opened just a bit, and his hands were in his hair.

“Buck?” I brought his attention to me and he released his hands from his hair. “What’s wrong?” He had tears in his eyes again.

“I don’t want to be something you regret y/n.” He cried. I reached upwards and guided him down to my lips. His tears dropping onto my cheeks.

“Never. I’ll never regret you. I love you.” I whispered into his ears. Bucky froze. Oh shit, did I go to far?

“Say it again.” He spoke finally, still frozen in place, his ear next to my lips. I swallowed hard before repeating,

“I love you.” Bucky reached down between us, pumped himself twice, before lining himself up at my entrance. He pushed forward gently. Even with just the tip inside, I could already feel the stretching. He entered more, going slow. Bucky and I moaned loudly as he became fully sheathed inside. I grasped at his shirt, feeling full. There was a dull pain within my cunt and I breathed through it, the pain finally turning to pleasure. Almost as he could sense it, Bucky started to move. The rhythm was slow at first, him enjoying and getting reacquainted to the feeling.

My entire being felt jolted with every roll of his hips. His pubic bone was hitting my clit so perfectly that even at this slow pace, I was sure that he would throw me over the edge again. Bucky leaned closer to me, making sure to keep his weight on his forearms, and buried his head within my neck again. Wrapping my legs around his waist, i fisted my hand within his hair. He groaned and snapped his hips hard against me. The sound that left my mouth was pornographic, and he definitely liked it. Bucky started snapping his hips into me at a bruising pace, drawing moan after moan. I was incoherent, arching my back into him. He suddenly grabbed my hand from his back and thrusted it against the bed, holding it at the wrist. His metal hand hoisted my hips higher, and at the angle he was going, he was smashing into that special spot. I came in an instant, screaming loudly.

He didn’t let up his pace. Pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in. Both hands were now at my hips, gripping hard. There would be bruises in the morning. Groans and moans were rushing past his lips as he powered through, his stamina definitely a byproduct of the super soldier serum. Another orgasm built within me and he leaned over my ear,

“Fuck y/n, I can feel you clenching. Can you give me another doll?” I threw my head back as he bit into my neck.

“Bucky!” I cried as the orgasm came. Bucky slowed his pace, pressing open mouth kisses to my skin. He then began to work a mark into my neck. My body was on fire and really sensitive. I moaned loudly, fisting my hands into his shirt. For a moment I wondered why it was still on, but I figured that although he may be confident to be within me, he may not yet be confident to show me himself fully, and that was okay, we could work towards that. Once he was proud of the mark, he placed a loving peck to it before moving towards my face. Not an inch was left unkissed. He leaned his forehead against mine, blue orbs staring into mine.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded slowly, kissing him gently. Bucky picked up his speed and this time, it was more brutal than before. Pubic bone smashing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, wet legs and balls slapping against skin making the most perverted of sounds. Bucky’s hands gripped mine. I arched into him again, writhing, unable to control myself at the amount of pleasure within. My moans were incoherent, his name slipping from my lips. Suddenly his hips stuttered and he slammed into me, wrapping his arms tightly around me and crushing me against his chest. His release came with my name on his lips, a string of soft repetition. For a while he held me, his cock warm within me. And then he pulled out, laying beside me. Sweaty bodies, heaving chests, and the smell of sex was an intoxicating combination. I felt drained, but happy.

Curling against him, I wrapped my leg around his hip, just to feel him against my cunt. Bucky reached down and pulled the blanket over us. As I felt sleep take over, Bucky pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you too Y/N.”

[legolasghosty]

Hello my love! For the AU thing, what are your thoughts on an AU where the characters work at the mall, but at different shops? Where would they work? How would they meet?

- @michelangelinden

Hello!!!! Okay, I'm intrigued....

Okay, Luke would work in a music store, no questions there. Maybe a fun little out-of-the-way music shop that has a bunch of vintage stuff? Not usually super crowded, but pretty popular with those who know about it.

I kind of love the idea of Julie and Flynn running a wedding boutique together. Julie handles more of the up front stuff and the sewing, Flynn handles the business side. They make a good team and work with tons of different kinds of couples. They absolutely adore it when a lesbian couple comes in to dress shop together. It's adorable.

Willie would totally work at a boba place. I have no evidence for this, it's just what makes sense. They'd fit right in with the chill vibes, love mixing all the different kinds of drinks, and is definitely really good at making those funky bubble waffle things that I see at those places sometimes. He has to be careful about what kinds of drinks he gets for himself though, cause they have ADHD so them and caffeine is... not a good combo.

Because of this, plus the lack of noncaffeinated boba drinks(I know, I have a lot of friends that like going out for boba and there's like 3 things on the menu I can drink usually), Willie will often pop across the way to this sweet little coffee bar to get a drink, since it's easier to get decaf there. Noooo, it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the pretty, blond barista who has a really similar schedule to him. Or the fact that the barista, Alex, comes over to the boba shop sometimes on his break and will chat with Willie and he's really sweet and funny. Or the fact that they've memorized each other's usual drink orders and have started regularly swapping free coffee for free boba. Nope. Definitely wouldn't have anything to do with any of that....

Alex works in a coffee shop, one of those sweet, independent-type places where all the drinks have funny names and they have a billion kinds of milk. And he definitely doesn't have a crush on the boba-rista(something I literally saw on a job posting one time) who works across the way...

Reggie and Bobby work in a pet store together. Reggie was already the shift manager when Bobby started working there, and Bobby came in expecting some chill, older lady to be running things, so imagine his shock when he meets a literal ball of sunshine with more energy than the puppies that got brought in the day before. Reggie decides to make it his personal mission to coax a real smile(not a customer service smile) out of this new guy. Turns out, he has a really nice smile. And laugh. And he's also really cute when he stops putting up the stormcloud act all the time...

As far as meetings...

Julie and Flynn can't help but notice the mutual flirting going on between the guy that work at the coffee shop they go to on their breaks and the guy who works across the way. Eventually, they start conspiring to get them to actually go out. They are victorious, and gain two new friends out of the deal too!

Bobby becomes a regular at the boba place cause the chill vibe is a nice break from the frantic energy of the pet store. He usually ends up there during low rush times, since it's on his breaks, and so gets to chatting with Willie cause neither of them are really that busy. So when Willie ends up accidentally adopting the kitten that showed up outside of his apartment and doesn't seem to be leaving any time soon, they know exactly where to go for help.

Reggie actually isn't a huge fan of quiet, it makes him uncomfortable when things are super silent, so he found the little corner music store less than a week after he started working at the mall. He doesn't usually buy anything, but he and Luke become fast friends and start swapping mall gossip. And when Luke finds out he plays bass on the side, it's all over.

Eventually, Reggie drags Bobby into their little jam sessions too, since he plays guitar as well. And then Willie mentions to Bobby that their boyfriend(!!!), Alex, plays drums, so of course he has to come too. And then Alex finds out that Julie can sing and play piano, and it just becomes a lovely little jam party. They usually go to Julie's place, since she has a nice garage/studio to play in, and Willie and Flynn will join when they can as well. It's very chill and fun.

Yeah that was way more than 5, sorry...(not really).

Thanks for the ask boo!!!!!

[n0wornever]

Remember Me - Luke Patterson x Reader

“So I have this idea where the reader died with the boys she's like their friend/fan/manager type stuff but like she has this crush on Luke since forever but never acted up on it and so when they met Julie and stuff the boys kind of neglect her because they were so focused on making the band and stuff and she also sees the chemistry between Luke and Julie. After that she went and met Willie where they talked about their unfinished business and like the reader knows her unfinished business and it's not Luke...”

So this is....the saddest piece I’ve ever written, sorry in advance

It had been about two months since Y/N and the boys were planted in Julie Molina’s life. In that short period of time, Luke, Alex, and Reggie were able to creatively connect with the girl and start to play music again. As much as she loved to watch the boys succeed, she couldn’t help but feel a pain in her chest.

As the boys grew closer to Julie, Y/N slipped into the background. Unable to contribute musically and her death making it impossible for her to help with the marketing piece she used to take on, she was often relegated to an audience member and cheerleader. She didn’t mind encouraging her boys, but she couldn’t help but feel like an outsider from the group.

As she sat on the white sand, she looked out at the open water, listening to water whip around. A jolt pushed her back a few feet, leaving her breathless. As she came back from the sudden pain, she thought about what Willie had said to Alex about completing their unfinished business. With the physical pain of whatever Caleb ejected into their system, and the hidden pain her chest, she was aware of the fact that she couldn’t last long. 

She knew she needed to talk to someone about it. Her best friend had been the one she turned to when she felt her lowest. She had hesitated to say anything to him before because looked so happy with this second chance. He was writing and singing again, and most importantly, he was smiling again. She had ignored the fast beating of her heart when he grabbed her hand in excitement over the Phantoms’ first gig and definitely ignored the ache in her chest when she saw the way that Julie and Luke sang with each other on the stage. However, she knew this feeling in her gut wouldn’t go away with her letting it build inside, so she was finally going to rip off that bandaid. 

She snapped her fingers and was instantly brought back to the garage. She looked around the garage and didn’t see anyone initially. As she waited, she started to hear the muffled sound of voices outside the door. She walked over, opening the door a crack and peeking outside. She saw Luke and Julie, a soft smile across his face as he looked at her. One she once thought was reserved for her. She swallowed hard as she listened.

“Julie, you’re incredible, please talk to me. You know that you can tell me anything, right?” 

The girl looked up at him with wide eyes and a sweet smile. They moved to try to connect hands, his slipping through hers. She turned to face the house and he smiled at her side profile.

“This is an interesting little relationship you and I have…”

Y/N felt tears bubble toward the surface as she watched the pure encounter in front of her. She had felt like she had been replaced for a while now, but this was the physical proof she was looking for. She slid the door closed and fell against it, letting silent tears fall from her face for a moment before snapping her fingers again.

She landed in the middle of the quiet dance floor of Caleb’s club. She heard the sound of tires wheeling toward her and turned to see Willie racing her way. He slid up to meet her, picking up his board in his hand and smiling at her.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” 

She clutched her wrist in her opposite hand, refusing to meet his eyes. She felt his hand grab hers and she finally met his gaze, unable to stop the tears from flowing. 

“What’s going on?” He pressed, his eyebrows raised in concern. 

She let go of his hand and moved hers to wipe the tears away. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.” She shoved her hands in her pockets as she looked up at him. 

He sighed, leading her over to the table. He sat his board on the chair next to him and turned to face her. She took a deep breath before speaking again. 

“You know how you said that by completing your unfinished business you could pass on…”

“Uh-huh…” He said slowly, one eyebrow raising at her. 

She rubbed the back of her neck “I was wondering...how do you find out what that is exactly...to do that…”

“Y/N have you talked to the boys-”

She stopped him, holding a hand out to his face. “I am certain it doesn’t have anything to do with them.” He stared at her blankly “You know that. We talked about how their scheduled performance will probably be the anecdote for them. That won’t work for me… I need to do this alone” 

He nodded at her, waiting a moment before talking again “Okay, so let’s think about this…. Do you have anyone that you have unresolved issues with? Anyone that you might have left on bad terms with?”

She thought hard about this question. There were many people that she never received clarity from, but one stuck out. Her mom and her were never really on great terms. She remembered the last argument they had the last night before she left for the Sunset Curve show. Her mom had been frustrated with her slipping grades and her continued focus on the boys’ career instead of her own. 

What really broke her was her mom’s stance that Luke “wasn’t good enough for her” and that she was wasting her time on him. The screaming match that followed this comment had left Y/N’s face red and her heart racing as she screamed ‘I hate you’ at her mother and slammed the door as she left.

She regretted that the moment she said it. She knew her mom was just looking out for her, that she wanted the best for her daughter, and was genuinely worried about her. She knew she didn’t like Luke, but it wasn’t because she disliked him, she felt like the boy was leading her daughter on and didn’t want her heart to hurt anymore. Her mom was there the nights she cried when Luke would go on dates with other girls or when he would cancel plans last minute. Her mom would console her into the early hours of her morning. Although they didn’t always see eye to eye, her mom cared about her and loved her more than anyone she ever knew. 

She felt her chest get heavier the longer she thought about that moment. She met Willie’s eyes again, placing her hands on the table as she told him the story. 

“I think I know what I need to do, thanks, Wille.” 

The right side of his lips rose at her, grabbing her hands and squeezing them. “You sure that this is what you want?” 

She nodded, standing up. She wrapped the flannel she stole from Luke this morning and pulled it over her shoulders. The pair exchanged a hug and a last goodbye before she poofed out of the room. As she opened her eyes, she was met by a scene she was all too familiar with. The tree was already decorated for the Christmas holiday, the dining room set the way her mom always did even though they rarely ate there. She walked forward, entering the living room. That is when she saw her, she almost cried at the sight of the grey-haired woman, knitting in her favorite chair. As she approached her and watched her stoically watching the screen in front of her, she shook from the emotion that fell from her body. Y/N tried to wave her hand in front of her face, but the woman did not react to the movement. She watched her for another moment before she walked over to the table.

She saw the pen and notepad on the table and concentrated on them. She exhaled as she was able to hold the pen in her hand. She touched the notepad, pressing the ink to the page. The words flew like water from her as the pen hit the paper. She got to the end and thought carefully before she wrote “Your Sunshine” at the end in neat cursive. She ripped the paper from the rest and folded into a perfect square. She held it up to her and kissed it gently. She walked to the kitchen, placing the note next to the coffee machine that she’d know the woman would eventually wander to. She looked around the room one more time before stepping through the back door. 

She sat down on the outside steps and took a deep breath. She rested her elbows on her knees and brought her hands up to cover her face. She finally took a moment to let go, crying into her hands, the tears collecting in her palm. She knew that she couldn’t bear to evaporate into thin air or whatever would happen at her home. She felt like that would be like her mom losing her twice, even if she didn’t see her. 

She snapped her fingers and heard the familiar noise of the waves around her. She let her eyes set on the water furthest from her. Sitting in silence as the grey day consumed her. 

Later that night

Luke’s body drew a subtle hue as he hugged Julie, feeling the strength reenter his body after a near-death after their last performance. The band hugged each other closely, spinning around in a circle at the opportunity for another chance to be around each other. As they separated, Luke looked around the room with wide eyes.

“Hey, where’s Y/N, I know she’s not formally a part of the band...but maybe this will work for her too?”

He looked over to the chair where he normally found her reading and didn’t see her lamp on. He ran over to the other side of the room by the stereo and found nothing. He ran his fingers through his hair as he sprinted back over to his bandmates. 

He jogged back to his bandmates, scratching his head “Did she say she was going somewhere tonight?” 

Before any of them could answer, they heard the turn of wheels near the entrance of the garage. They turned to see the long-haired skater frantically trying to catch his breath. His eyes darted between all of the boys eyes before he met Luke’s, fighting the tears he already felt coming. 

“Willie, what’s going on?” Alex asked, approaching the boy.

Willie looked up at Alex with tears welling in the corners of his eyes. He bit down on his bottom lip before speaking to the group.

“She didn’t want me to tell you guys, but my heart can’t take you all not knowing. I think Y/N is gone.”

Luke scoffed, pointing at the empty room behind him “Yeah, I just tried to look for her-”

Wille interrupted him, swallowing hard “No...she’s gone gone.” 

Luke’s face moved to a scowl, approaching the man with his fists balled “What do you mean? What the hell did you do?”

Wille pressed backward, and Alex intervened, pushing against Luke’s chest to separate the boys. The skater put a hand on Alex’s shoulder and moved him out of the way to meet Luke’s angry expression again.

“I didn’t do anything. SHE came to me this afternoon and asked about completing unfinished business. She told me she had to do this. She said something about it being her last hope.” Luke felt his eyes fill with water. He turned away from the group and slammed his hand against the wall, knowing well that it would bruise his knuckles.  

He screamed out in anguish before moving back over to her seat on the couch. His bandmates watched as he terrorized the room, ripping papers and pushing over furniture. Willie moved forward to try to console him but Alex’s arm rose, blocking the boy from walking forward. Alex nodded at his bandmates and Willie, the four of them leaving the boy alone in the room. 

Luke noticed a neat little square of paper sitting on top of the last book she read. He picked it up and saw his name written in her perfect penmanship. he sat down in her chair and wiped his tears aways on his ruffled top, steadying his breathing before unraveling the piece of paper. 

“Luke,

I didn’t want to do this, but I think leaving will be the best thing for my heart. I hope that your work with Julie gives you and the boys the second chance that you all deserve. I have never been prouder of you and no one in this world and afterlife deserves another shot of happiness like you do. I hope Julie takes care of your heart because I know that you deserve so much love,  I hope she’s willing to give that to you for as long as she can. Thank you for being my first friend, my first ‘boss’, and....my first love. I hope you never forget me because I know that it will be very difficult for me to forget you.

Love,

Your Sugar, Y/N”

He didn’t notice that he was crying until a few rogue tears hit the paper, drenching the words. He read the words “first love” several more times before folding it back up into her perfect square. He brought the note up to his lips and kissed it gently before holding it to where his heart used to beat. He looked up at the ceiling and whispered “I love you so much, I’m so sorry Sugar” to the air around him, letting the tears continue to fall as he sat in silence.

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