#but yeah i was doing pretty okay with staying awake and suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks and next thing i know chin is against my

[pandaspwnz]

Milestone achieved: fell asleep at my desk

[linos-luna]

Choking ❣️🔪

Yandere!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, choking kink, obsession, fingering, sex, smut, dub con, cockwarmimg

Synopsis: Your boyfriend was sweet and loving, maybe a little too much. He was suffocating… literally. Jungkook had a choking kink. He was obsessed and took any opportunity to get his hands on your neck. It was a little odd to you but you weren’t one to kink shame so you allowed it during sex (although you weren’t really into it). However it was getting more intense and scary…

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Dinner was ready and you found yourself waiting for your boyfriend to come home. You sat on the couch, scrolling on your phone humming to yourself.

You haven’t been dating for long actually. But Jungkook was insistent that you moved in quickly. It was fine, you loved him and he helped you financially as well. When going out, you often wore a turtleneck or scarf to hide your neck. There was obvious signs of choking.

Your boyfriend opened the front door and you were happy to see him.

“Hi baby.” Jungkook said, removing his shoes and giving you a hug.

“I’m glad you’re back, kookie.” You smiled as he kissed your forehead. “I made dinner.”

“Smells great.” He said while moving your hair. Your boyfriend stroked your neck with two fingers. He loved the look of what he’s done to you.

You only closed your eyes and prayed he wouldn’t right now. “D-dinner is ready…” you repeated.

“Oh. Yeah I’m hungry.” He chuckled while removing his hand.

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After eating, you fell asleep on the couch as Jungkook washed the dishes. Jungkook went to you after finishing. He lifted you up bridal style and took you to the bedroom. He gently laid you down and climbed over you, softly kissing your lips.

You were half awake and nearly panicked when seeing him.

“Hey. Hey! It’s okay.” Jungkook said while stroking your hair. “I just... I haven’t seen you all day baby…”

You nodded as he continued kissing you and now kissing down your neck.

You whined at the feeling and he yanked your pants down followed by your panties.

“J-Jungkook—!”

“I got you baby…” he groaned while undoing his jeans.

“K-kookie… I don’t-… I-…”

“You don’t want what?” He asked sternly with his hand on your neck.

You stayed silent, he wasn’t squeezing but it still scared you.

“That’s what I thought, baby…”

Jungkook removed his pants and boxers then teased your clit with his fingers. You moaned at the feeling and lightly bucked your hips.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He teased While fingering you.

“K-kookie—…” you whined while putting your hands on his wrist that was still holding your neck. “N-not… d-don’t—.”

You tried tugging his wrist and but he’s pretty strong and wasn’t budging. Something about the fear in your eyes turned him on even more.

“Aw baby… you’re so cute.” He smirked as he teased your cunt with his cock. Your eyes rolled back as he suddenly thrust into you and you yelped. It was a tight fit and always hard to get used to.

He didn’t move his hips yet since he knew you always needed some time to get used to the size.

Jungkook continued making out with you and bit your lip to get his tongue through. For a bit you kissed back but whined when he put his other hand to your neck, lightly squeezing.

Your boyfriend looked down at you with admiration as he slowly thrusted into you.

“I love you so much, y/n…” he said while squeezing your throat. You were already struggling to breathe and could barely move.

“J-ju-Jun-…” you could barely breathe and he let up while thrusting faster into you.

Jungkook was strong and when hitting that sweet spot it had you moaning and whimpering uncontrollably. You were gasping loudly as he slowly squeezed your throat again.

“C’mon baby…” he grunted. “You’re gonna cum right? Do it already, do it for me babygirl…”

After another hard thrust, you came with an intense orgasm. But you couldn’t even recover as her continued choking you with his cock still in you.

“What a good girl you are…” he panted. “You look so beautiful…”

You were feeling lightheaded as he squeezed harder and found your vision getting blurry. You knew you were close to passing out when all you could hear was your heartbeat and shallow breathing. Your hands on his wrists went limp and he came as he watched you go unconscious.

Jungkook quickly let go and pulled out. He smirked while kissing your neck. It was almost a desperate kiss; he left sloppy kisses and whined as he licked parts of your neck.

“Oh baby… my baby…” he panted while practically sucking on your neck. You’re never leaving me…”

[lmkimagines]

Pardon the anon ask, I'm always asking in Anon.

The blurbs about SWK, Macaque, and Red Son about kissing them to keep them in bed are super sweet. So, now I must ask:

What about the opposite? Kissing them to coax them to bed? Like kissing them on their head to catch their attention before going to sleep or similar. (No need for NSFW unless you want to. I was just thinking fluff.)

Mild angst in Wukong's part. Mention of nightmares.

Sun Wukong

He falls asleep pretty easily but that doesn’t mean he sleeps well. He has frequent nightmares and is usually up in the middle of the night because of them. They tend to repeat but he never gets used to them, especially the ones where he’s too late to save you. 

You wake up to him yelling “No!” and bolting up. You startle awake and ask if he’s okay and what’s going on. 

“Y-You’re here. You’re okay.” He mumbles then evens his voice out. “Yeah, I’m fine, peaches. Just a nightmare.” 

You tiredly whine as he gets up but he assures you that he’s just going to get some air. 

After half an hour, though, you decide to go find him. You find Wukong sitting on one of the ledges overlooking Flower Fruit Mountain. You call out to him and sit beside him. He gives you a forced smile that turns to a genuine soft smile as you ask him to come back to bed. 

When you start kissing him, the man absolutely melts into your touch. Finally giving a sigh of relief and relaxing, he agrees that you shouldn’t be out in the cold and carries you to bed. 

Red Son

He tends to lose track of time when he’s working so this ends up being a rather common occurrence. To the point that Princess Iron Fan will sometimes ask you to get her son to go to sleep. 

Tonight wasn’t one of those nights, however, you did miss him since he’d been in his workshop all day and barely came out even to eat. You briefly greeted his mom as you passed her in the hall. 

You call out his name as you enter his shop. The loud clanging that usually accompanies his work stopped. 

“Shouldn’t you be in bed, my love?” Red Son asked, turning in his chair to face you. You point out that it’s late and he should be in bed too. “But I really need to finish-” 

He stops his protest when you start pressing kisses to his face. His face goes red and his magic flares up, causing his hair to light on fire. You giggle at the warmth on your face and tell him how much you just wanna cuddle and go to sleep but you can’t do that without your wonderful partner. 

“I.. I suppose this will still be here in the morning…” He says, finally relenting. He gets up and follows you to your shared room where he gives in to your demands for cuddles. 

Macaque

He usually gets home in the middle of the night so the fact that you waited up for him at all surprises him. 

“Hey, sugarplum, You’re up awfully late.” He says with his characteristic grin. “Go ahead and head to bed. I’ll be in soon.” You protest that you’re not going to bed without him and he chuckles. 

His smile softens and he says “Stubborn little thing aren’t you?” You tell him that it’s not unfounded since only god knows how late he stays up on any given day. “Touche” 

He goes to start stripping out of his armor but you pull him in first and start kissing him. He smiles and gives you just as many kisses back as he gets into his pjs. 

“Are you trying to seduce me into decent sleeping habits?” He asks, lightly laughing. You ask if it’s working. “It might be. If I come home to this every day, I might have to get home a little earlier.” 

He suddenly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You laugh and kick your feet at him. He gives you a light slap on the but and carries you to the bedroom where he throws you on the bed, careful not to hit your head on the headboard.

He plops down right after you hit the bed and starts kissing you again. You laugh as his fur tickles you. You slap his arm and tell him to stop. And after that, he pulls you close and you two settle down to sleep.

[snitchcrimsonwrites]

Maybe pt. 13

Pairing: Norm MacLean X Female Reader or OC if you squint

Former friends to a relationship?

Life is pretty easy in Vault 33 until you're trying to rekindle a former friendship and Raiders attack. Now, our main characters are trying to navigate newfound feelings, all while undercovering the mysteries of Vault 33. Stay tuned. Follows the main storyline of season 1; some events may be reordered for plot.

Norm wrestles with keeping secrets about Vault 31 from you and Suprise! You've got new vault assignments!

Part 1 Here Part 6 Here Part 11 Here

Part 2 Here Part 7 Here Part 12 Here

Part 3 Here Part 8 Here

Part 4 Here Part 9 Here

Part 5 Here Part 10 Here

Norm was having trouble sleeping. He lay awake; the guilt from keeping secrets from you felt like it was eating him alive from the inside. He rolled over to watch you sleeping peacefully beside him, your face serene in the dim light of his bedroom. 

He realized he was doing it again, trying to protect you with what he thought was best instead of being upfront and honest. Suddenly, the memory hit him like a wave, pulling him back to when you were both sixteen. You had always been intelligent and ambitious, with desires that extended far beyond the confines of Vault 33, if only you’d been born at a different time, maybe you could have embraced it. When your teacher suggested you fully commit to your studies because performing well on the G.O.A.T. exam could "change your future," you buckled down and studied hard. But at the time, Norm couldn't shake the feeling that he was holding you back. He remembered overhearing some of the older kids talking about how your friendship with him was a distraction, how you could do so much better if you weren't always looking out for him. He never thought of it that way, but reflecting back, maybe they were right? Over the next few weeks, he continued to pull away, creating a rift that grew wider with each passing day. And here he was doing it again, with the same self-destructive tendencies. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He had to come clean about the information he uncovered about the Vault 31 transfers and his concerns that you both might be in very real danger.

He gently touched your shoulder, trying to rouse you from your sleep. “Hey, (Y/N),” he whispered softly, “Can we talk?”

You groaned, squinting at him through half-closed eyes. "Norm, what time is it?" you asked, your voice groggy. 

"It's late, I know, but it's important. Can we talk?” he repeated, his voice tinged with seriousness.

You hesitated, still trying to shake off sleep. “Yeah, sure, just give me a second to wake up.”

You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes and looking at him with concern. “Okay, what’s up?”

Norm took a deep breath, his heart pounding. “I’ve been keeping something from you, and I need to let you know what’s going on.” You felt your heart skip a beat. What was he keeping from you? Your mind raced with every horrible possibility. He’s breaking up with me. 

“It’s about Vault 31 and the Overseers. Every Overseer we’ve had was transferred from Vault 31, and the same pattern was happening in Vault 32.” A wave of relief settles in your chest. This news wasn’t great, but he wasn’t breaking up with you. 

You frowned, still trying to wake up fully. "Wait, what? Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

"I didn’t want to worry you," Norm admitted, guilt creeping into his voice. "But after what happened today, I couldn’t keep it from you anymore.”

Your annoyance faded as your mind began racing, trying to piece together the fragments of information you’d been gathering. You could be mad at Norm later. Right now, your mind was intent on solving this mystery. Norm continued, explaining what he uncovered about the Vault 31 transfers and his conversation with Betty in the Vault 32 Overseer’s office. 

You shook your head, trying to connect the dots. "So, we have overseers from Vault 31, your mom’s Pip-Boy opening Vault 32, something deeper with the raiders, and now Betty pushing for people to move into Vault 32. There’s something we’re missing."

"Exactly," Norm agreed, relief washing over him that you were taking this seriously. "I just don’t know what it is yet.” 

You thought through several possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. "We need more information. Why is Vault 31 so involved in this? Maybe there are records or logs we haven’t seen yet."

Norm nodded. "I’ll keep digging, but I think we need to be more careful. Them assigning you an extra shift and the timing of the Vault 32 cleanup that all feels deliberate.” 

As you both lay back down, sleep seemed impossible. After a moment of silence, you couldn't resist making a joke to lighten the mood. "You know, Norm, I’m really mad at you for keeping me in the dark about this," you said, half-teasing, half-serious.

Norm looked at you with a mix of guilt and relief. "I know, and I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise." 

"Oh, you better," you said, smiling despite the tension. "Because I’m not letting you off the hook that easily. Waking me up in the middle of the night with a ‘Hey, can we talk?’ I thought you were about to break up with me, not dish Vault secrets.”

Norm laughed, shaking his head. "You thought I was breaking up with you?"

"Yes, when people ask ’to talk,’ it's usually about something in their relationship. I guess I got lucky with Vault conspiracies instead."

Norm grinned. "Well, I guess I’ll have to devise more creative ways to keep you on your toes." 

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, really? Like what?"

"Maybe I'll start hiding your favorite books. A little literature hide n' seek. That should keep you busy."

You gasped, feigning shock. “How dare you,” you retort, playfully swatting at his hands. “And for the record, if you ever decide to break up with me, please do it during the day," you said, rolling back over. 

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Noted. But just so you know, I don’t plan on it."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, did he mean that? "Good. Because I’d hate to have to find someone else to solve Vault conspiracies with, the interviews alone would be way too time-consuming."

Norm chuckled, pulling you closer. "Looks like you're stuck with me then."

You smiled, feeling a mix of relief and affection. "I wouldn’t have it any other way," pulling him into a soft good-night kiss. 

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The next couple of days passed slowly, each dragging on with a mix of routine and tension. You were back in the Pip-boy lab, slammed with maintenance and software updates since some Vault dwellers would be leaving soon to repopulate 32; everyone needed to make sure their devices were fully functional. While you were occupied with that, Norm spent his days delivering rations to the ungrateful raiders. The routine work provided little distraction from the questions looming over you.

Aside from work, every spare moment was spent trying to uncover more about Vault 31, but nothing new had come to light so far. You could see Norm’s frustration grow with each passing day. Seeing the raiders day in and day out and not being able to do anything about it bothered him deeply. Betty knew what she was doing when she reassigned him there. His dad's home office, which he hoped would offer clues about his father's life in Vault 31, remained frustratingly devoid of new information.

One afternoon, between his shifts, Norm stopped in for a visit. He appeared as normal in your office doorway. You looked up from your spot on the workbench as he entered, a weariness showing on his face. 

"Hey," you greeted, setting aside your tools. "Any luck today?"

Norm shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "Nope. The raiders are as insufferable as ever, and my dad’s office was a dead end. I was hoping there might be something—anything—that would give us a clue, but it’s like searching for a needle in a haystack."

You nodded, understanding his frustration all too well. "I know the feeling. I've been reviewing the Pip-boy records, but nothing else stands out. It's like they’ve covered their tracks too well."

Norm ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the workbench beside you. "It’s maddening.” 

You didn’t get a chance to respond as the P.A. system chimes, and suddenly the room is filled with the sound of Reg McPhee’s voice. “In preparation for repopulating our neighboring Vault 32, Overseer Betty will be sending out vault assignments later today. Remember, wherever you end up, that’s where you belong.” 

“That’s comforting,” you replied, addressing Reg’s bluntness. You tried to mask your nerves with a casual remark, but Norm could see right through it. 

 Norm approaches your chair from behind, placing his hands on your shoulders with a squeeze, trying to get you to relax. “Neverous?” 

“That’s an understatement.”

He was, too, but he didn’t want to show it, playing it off for you. "Hey, statistically speaking, there's a good chance we'll end up together in either Vault 32 or 33. And no matter what, we'll figure it out," he assured you, his words infused with quiet confidence. Being the optimistic one in a relationship was exhausting. 

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Norm had to return for his evening ration delivery. He kissed you goodbye, offering to try and meet up before the relocation announcement so the two of you could be together for the good or bad news. As he passed through the checkpoint with his cart of food trays, he noticed another group wheeling lifeless raider bodies out of the reading room prison.

Ignoring his duties, he abandoned his cart in the hallway and hurried into the room, where the members of the vault council were already gathered, taking in the scene.

"What happened here?" Norm asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Betty, looking visibly shaken, turned to face him. "We're not entirely sure, but the vault medic believes it was rat poison," she replied, her tone heavy with frustration. "We need to find out who's responsible for this."

Betty's gaze hardened as she turned her attention to him. "And what did I tell you, Norman?" she admonished, her voice stern. "Words have meaning.” He couldn’t believe what she was suggesting. 

As she begins to walk out, Woody calls out to her, clearly anxious about how the situation will be handled. “People are gonna be upset when they hear about this.” She turns to respond. “People like to have something to fuss about.” She was right. It’s in people’s nature to find a bone to pick, especially in a place like this where there’s so little excitement. Whether it’s the new Vault assignments or something as trivial as the food rations or the death of a dozen or so Vault prisoners, there will always be people talking. 

Moments after Betty left the room, Norm's pip-boy pinged, drawing his attention. He looked down and saw the message, "Congratulations! You're staying in 33." His heart raced with a mix of relief and dread. He was surprised to see the assignments issued so soon; he guessed the Overseer decided this was the new thing to fuss over, as opposed to the dead raiders. Excusing himself hastily, he dashed out of the room, navigating the crowded corridors of Vault 33 with a singular focus. He dodged eager dwellers clamoring to see their assignments, his mind solely on reaching you.

Arriving at your doorway, he found you already there, the expression on your face telling him everything he needed to know. Without a word, he stepped inside, his breaths coming in short, heavy gasps as he struggled to process the news.

"Where... where are you assigned?" he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper, though he already knew the answer.

You met his gaze, sadness evident in your eyes as you confirmed his fears. You held up your Pip-Boy, showing the dreaded message: “Assigned to Vault 32.”

Norm’s heart sank, but he quickly steeled himself. “I got assigned to stay in Vault 33,” he said softly. He saw the flicker of pain in your eyes and took a deep breath. “But I have one last idea. Let's go to the Vault Council and request a hearing to reconsider the relocation assignments.”

You looked at him skeptically. “Why would they change their minds? 'Wherever you end up, that’s where you belong,' remember?"

Norm stepped closer, his voice earnest. “Do you want to be with me? Is that your decision?”

“Yes,” you replied, the word escaping almost like a breath. “I’d do anything to be with you.”

“Then we have to try,” he said firmly, grabbing your hand. “Let’s go.”

Norm and you made your way through the bustling corridors of Vault 33, the weight of the uncertain future pressing down on you both. As you approached the overseer’s office, you spotted Betty in the hallway outside, discussing something with another vault resident.

“Excuse me, Overseer,” Norm called, trying to get her attention.

Betty turned, her expression shifting from a polite smile to a more curious gaze as she recognized the urgency in Norm's voice. “Norman, (Y/N),  what can I do for you two?”

Norm took a deep breath, stepping forward. “I wanted to request a hearing to reconsider our vault assignments.”

Betty sighed, a touch of weariness in her eyes. “Norman, the assignments are final. We need to follow the protocol for the good of everyone.”

Norm pleaded, his voice earnest. “Please, Overseer. This is the woman I want to marry and start a life with. It would be unfair not to at least let us present our case.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, the weight of Norm's words hitting you like a shockwave. Marry? Start a life together? You glanced at him, trying to process his unexpected declaration.

Betty’s eyes widened slightly as well, a mix of surprise and interest flickering across her face. “Is that so?” She turned her gaze to you, her expression probing. “And do you feel the same way?”

You nodded, your voice steady despite the nerves and the sudden twist in your emotions. “I do. We haven’t said anything before because of everything that’s been happening, but we want to be together.”

Betty considered your words, her gaze thoughtful. After a moment, she nodded. “Alright. I’ll grant your hearing request right away. Follow me.”

She led the way into her office, and you and Norm followed, exchanging hopeful glances. Inside, Betty gestured for you to take a seat as she settled behind her desk. She pressed a button on her terminal, summoning the other council members. Within moments, Woody and Reg entered the room, both looking surprised.

Once everyone was gathered, Betty explained the situation. “Norman and (Y/N) wish to present a case regarding their vault assignments.”

Woody raised an eyebrow, glancing between Norm and you. “A case? This is unusual.”

Reg crossed his arms, a puzzled expression on his face. “Indeed. I thought the assignments would be final. What’s this about, Norm?”

Norm took a deep breath. “We’ve been assigned to different vaults—(Y/N) to Vault 32 and me to Vault 33. We’re here to request reconsideration of these assignments.”

Woody exchanged a look with Reg, both of them clearly taken aback by the request. “This is highly irregular,” Woody muttered.

Reg leaned forward, his expression softening slightly. “Norm, (Y/N), we understand this is difficult. But vault assignments are made with the community’s best interests in mind. What makes you think an exception should be made for you two and not for everyone else?”

You took a deep breath, ready to play the game. Bloster the Vaults, that’s what they want to hear. “We believe that our relationship strengthens the community. We support each other, and we’re both dedicated to contributing to the well-being of the vault. Separating us would not only affect us personally but could also impact our ability to perform our duties effectively. 

With your words, Betty addressed the council. “Given the exceptional circumstances we’ve faced recently, I believe it’s worth considering their request.” 

Woody and Reg exchanged another look, then hesitantly nodded in agreement. They didn’t seem entirely convinced but followed the Overseer’s lead. “Alright,” Reg said. “We’ll hear your case. But understand this is a significant request. We need to ensure that any decision made is in the best interest of our entire community.”

The council agreed, and Betty turned to her terminal and began typing: "Before we make a final decision, we need to consider all aspects, including compatibility, to help sustain the future of the Vaults. As you know, our Vault system collects data to run compatibility reports, which suggest which vault dwellers would make good pairings based on genetic interplay and other factors."

You exchanged a curious glance with Norm as Betty pulled up the document on the screen. The council members leaned in, studying the data carefully.

Betty scrolled through the list, pausing when she found your names. "According to this report, Norman and (Y/N)  have a high compatibility score. Their genetic profiles suggest that any potential offspring would be healthy and well-adapted to our environment."

Woody sighed, examining the data displayed on the screen. “High compatibility, potential overseer offspring, and high intelligence scores. I have to admit this is quite significant.”

“Given our long-term goal of reclaiming the surface, maintaining a healthy and genetically diverse population is crucial,” Reg muttered reluctantly.   

Betty leaned back in her chair, her gaze shifting between the council members and the two of you. “We must consider the future of our community. The well-being of our vault dwellers, particularly those who are highly compatible and capable, is paramount.”

After a moment of deliberation, Betty made the final call. “In light of the evidence and the importance of maintaining a healthy, thriving population, the council has decided to allow you both to stay in Vault 33. However, the events of this hearing will remain confidential, understand?”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but tease Norm. “So, marrying me, huh? When were you planning to tell me about that part?”

Norm grinned sheepishly. “ Sorry for springing that on you. Definitely, a last resort, but I guess I figured now was as good a time as any. Besides, I like to keep you on your toes. Remember?”

You laughed, feeling a mix of affection and relief. “Well, you certainly succeeded. Just don’t make a habit of it, okay?”

[alyssaswrld999]

Why Are You Doing This To Yourself?/ Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning: Vaping, Deppression, Self-harm, Kissing, Comfort, Deep Conversations

Story Prompt: Y/n has been hunting with Dean and Sam for a long time. She has had trouble dealing with some stuff that's on her mind and everything going on around her lately. Y/n finally finds her best solution and she has considered "Vaping calms her". Dean finds her and he has so many thoughts on this.

Y/n's POV:

Lately hunting has been a struggle for me. Everything has just been going wrong and I feel like I'm messing things up. Im having a hard time believing I'm gonna be ok. That it's gonna just get better and I can move on.

Is it though?

Am I going to get through this?

Am I doing good by putting others first?

Life as a hunter is never easy at all. I always hear Sam and Dean say "This life isn't easy". It's true I mean this life puts the ones you love in danger.

This life makes you end up dead.

This life makes you a different person.

It changes your whole aspect of reality...

Ever since Charlie died I've had a hard time. So has Dean and Sam. Charlie was my bestfriend and she would always call and check up on me and the boys.

But now since she's gone I have no one else to be a nerd with. Me and her loved the same music, movies, etc. She was like a sister to me and I miss her.

I just wish she was here...

I get up from my bed in the bunker and I walk over to my desk. I open the left drawer and I pull out my vape. I never told Sam and Dean that I started because I didn't want them to worry.

The only time that I use it is when I'm overwhelmed and just need to calm down. It helps me and it let's me take a break from the stress.

I walk back over to my bed and I put some music on and start to take a hit. It was relaxing to know I can have a moment to myself.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door. "Y/n you awake?" Dean said.

"Yeah give me a sec" I said quickly. I take my vape and put it in my bra really quick. As I fix my shirt Dean opens the door. "Hey" I said smiling at Dean.

Dean looked around my room and then looked at me. "Hey... does it smell fruity in here?" Dean asked. I look around and played dumb. "Uh no not really I mean the only fruity thing in my room is my perfume" I said.

"Oh okay uhm well I came In here to ask you if you wanted to spend the night with me? In my room and uh we could watch a movie?" Dean said smiling.

Dean and me would do this every Friday night and I mean it is one of the best things me and him do. This would make me feel better I mean it's Dean. I love him a lot and well even if we don't stay in the same room that doesn't mean he isn't the best boyfriend ever.

I just don't want him to know I vape because I don't want him to worry. He already has enough stress on his plate and it ain't fair to him or Sam.

"Of course I'll spend the night with you De" I said. Dean smiled and got excited at my answer. "Alright uhm I'm gonna make the popcorn and set up the movie. You go to my room and make yourself comfy ok" Dean said.

I nodded my head and laughed at him. "Alrighty De I can do that" I said. Dean walked up to me and kissed my head. "I love you Y/n" Dean said.

I love how Dean gets like this because it's so sweet. He acts all tough but the truth is he's just my big teddy bear. "I love you to Dean" I said kissing his cheek.

Dean then walked away and went to make the popcorn. I sighed and got up to put my vape away in my desk. "Can't let him see me hurting" I thought.

I change my clothes and put on my black night pants and Dean's grey tshirt. I mean you can't have a good movie night without being In comfy baggy pj's.

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I get into Dean's room and make myself comfortable on Dean's bed. I brought my pillow and my favorite blanket. I set it up on Dean's bed and I finally lay down and wait for Dean.

Pretty soon a couple of minutes later Dean comes back with a bag of candy, popcorn, and two beers. I chuckled at him seeing him struggle. I get up and walk over to Dean smiling at him.

"Let me help you De" I said grabbing the beers and popcorn. I walk over to the bed and sit down and set the snacks up. Dean puts down the bag of candy beside me and then walks over to close his bedroom door.

"I'm gonna change real quick so is it cool if you set up the movie?" Dean asked. I nodded my head and grabbed his laptop and pulled up the movie. He wanted to watch "Scream" and "Texas Chainsaw Massacre".

"Thought you only wanted to watch one movie?" I said. Dean turned around and as I looked up I was really liking his pj's. He had only grey sweatpants and a white tshirt.

"Yeah uh I was just thinking if you wanted to watch another movie we could have two? I mean it's just fun to do these movie nights and well just wish you could stay in this room with me all the time" Dean said.

I nodded my head and tapped the bed. "I mean we could make that happen" I said. Dean smiled and sat down on the bed beside me getting comfortable.

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4 hours later me and Dean are still laying in bed watching movies. As I was sitting there I kept having the urge to go and have a quick "break". I look over at Dean and seen that he was asleep.

I get up quietly and cover him up with the blankets. "I'll be back" I whispered as I lean down to kiss him. My lips make contact with his forehead and I sighed as I pulled away.

I make my way out of Dean's bedroom and make my way down the hall to mine. My breath kept getting quicker and quicker as I made it closer to my room.

I didn't even realized that I arrived at my bedroom door and opened it. My feet were moving for me and my mind was fuzzy. The next thing I know I have my vape in my hands and I'm taking hits from it.

I didn't even hear the footsteps coming down the hallway to my room or the faint voice calling my name. I was just focused on inhaling the vape.

"Y/n..." Dean said. I finally came back to reality after calming down and realized I've been caught. I turn and look at Dean and he was pissed. "Oh shit..." I mumbled.

The expression on Dean's face explained everything that he was feeling. He seemed Angry, confused, sad, upset. "Why the hell are you vaping?" Dean said walking towards me. I froze in place not being able to move away. I was angry at myself that I could be so stupid to give up quickly to hit that stupid damn vape.

"Dean let me explain" I mumbled. Dean kept walking toward me and grabbed my vape from my hands. "I can't believe that your doing this to yourself" Dean said with venom at the end of his sentence.

"Dean just let me explain" I said. Dean looked at me with anger in his eyes. "Y/n why? Why do this" Dean said with less venom. I started to tear up and Dean noticed. "No... no you don't get to do that not after this" Dean said holding up the vape. I look down at the floor finding it more interesting to look at then Dean at the moment.

All I hear is Dean's footsteps leave the room and I start tearing up again. I look up and seen he was gone and I felt my heart breaking as I fall to my knees on the floor. I wanted to shout and scream but I couldn't. All I could do is sit there and cry on silence with no one to hear me.

Dean was hurt by me doing this to myself and he has every right to be. But at the same time he doesn't understand how I feel about anything. How I have to just live with this pain and not show it. And because the fact I never show it I always feel alone.

But I need Dean to be here for me but he won't. I understand why he won't be but still. He stormed out instead of talking it out with me. Do I need to be alone? Do I need to suffer alone? Who knows...

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The next day was more stressful and awkward as last night. It was different and I felt more alone than I was before. I woke up in my room and I felt a tug in my heart. I didn't want to get out of bed but I knew I needed to face the day.

I open the door slowly and I take a quick breath. "Hopefully no one's awake yet" I thought. I walk out of my room and I make my way to the kitchen to see Sam on his laptop. I quickly walk over to the coffee maker and make myself a glass of coffee. "Good morning" Sam said.

I sighed and turn to look at Sam. "Mornin" I said. Sam looked at me and raised his eyebrows in question. "Are you okay?" Sam asked. I sighed and took a sip of my coffee but I choked at the bitter taste. "Yeah... uhm I really don't know how to answer that" I said.

"Wanna talk about it?" Sam said closing his laptop. I looked at Sam and was about to respond until Dean entered the kitchen. I look away and put my coffee mug down. "I'll see you later Sam" I said leaving the room.

As I walked away I heard Dean scoff and I then decided to hide beside the door to the kitchen. "What was that about" Sam said. I heard Dean sigh and then he began to speak.

"Y/n was vaping"

"Wait what? Why would she do that"

"I don't know Sam"

"Did you talk to her about it"

"No, I stormed off last night and haven't talked to her since then"

"Dean you need to talk to her"

"Why Sam? There is nothing to say, I just can't believe she would do something like that to herself"

"Well Dean talking is better than leaving her to fight with whatever is going on alone"

I finally had enough listening and I made my way back to my room. I just didn't want to be around Dean because he clearly has nothing to say to me.

As I enter my room a whole new wave of depression hit me. I couldn't take this pain anymore and I just didn't want to see Dean right now. I shut my door and I rush to my bed seeming as that was the only thing to do.

"Why Charlie" I thought. As I sink down more into my bed the thoughts kept spilling like it was a waterfall in my head. What after felt like moments I heard a faint knock at my door. I didn't respond. The only thing I could do was listen.

After a moment the knock came back but it was more louder. Then finally the door knob turned and the door was opening. "Y/n?" Someone said. I didn't move my head to see who it was but the type of voice and the way the person acted from what I could hear was Sam.

"Y/n please can we talk" Sam said. I didn't move and Sam sighed. I thought he was going to leave but I was wrong. "Y/n Dean told me what happened and I was wondering if you could talk to me" Sam said gently. The next thing I know Sam is sitting on my bed and rubbing my shoulder softly.

I finally gave in and I latched myself to Sam and I was crying. I wanted to tell him what was going on but all I could do was cry. I couldn't stop crying because of all of my thoughts playing over and over in my head. I felt like I was crazy and I didn't know what to do.

"Hey, hey Its gonna be okay... it's okay Y/n" Sam said rubbing my head softly. I sobbed and I looked up at Sam. "I- I'm sorry" I said softly. Sam rubbed my head and comforted me. "It's okay you don't need to apologize. Just tell me what's going on and we will find a way to make everything okay" Sam answered.

I nodded my head and I started sobbing again. Sam comforted me until I calmed down to where I was ready to talk. I pulled away from Sam and I straightened myself to sit up.

"Its- there's just been so- so much going on" I mumbled. Sam looked at me concerned and rubbed my back softly. "After Charlie- after everything its just- I'm losing it Sammy" I said looking up at Sam. Sam gave me his usual empathetic look and nodded his head.

"Y/n I understand how you feel... and your not gonna lose it okay"

"But how do you know im not"

"Because you have me, Dean and Castiel"

"Are you sure about Dean? Because clearly from last night it explains he is mad at me"

"Dean's not mad at you Y/n he's worried and wants you to be okay"

"I understand he is worried I just don't want him to be... I just really need him right now and I don't want him being distant"

"Just give him a bit to calm down Y/n... he loves you"

"Okay... thank you Sammy"

"You're welcome Y/n"

Sam pulled me into a hug and I wrapped my arms around him. "It's gonna be okay" Sam whispered. I nodded my head and I pulled away. I laughed a little wiping my tears away and I smiled at Sam.

"Yeah... yeah it's gonna be okay" I replied. Sam smiled and got up from the bed. "I'll let Dean know your okay" Sam said leaving the room. I nodded my head and smiled while wiping my tears.

After a couple of moments Dean appeared in the doorway. "Hey" I whispered. Dean walked towards me and I stayed still. "Look I'm sorry-" I said but was interrupted by Dean kissing me. I pulled away a few minutes later and Dean held my cheek.

"Y/n you don't have to apologize okay" Dean answered. I started to tear up again and I gently smiled. "I love you... and I'm sorry for walking off last night" Dean whispered. I kissed his cheek and I nodded my head. "I understand why you did it though... and you don't need to apologize either" I said.

Dean sat down and pulled me in for a hug. I sighed and wrapped my arms around Dean as he kissed my head.

"We're gonna get through this"

"Yeah... we are... one day at a time"

"I love you Y/n"

"I love you too Dean"

[whorekneecentral]

heyyy i’m not saying we want but WE NEED a sequel to dad’s best friend!mark webber i have not been the same since, maybe them secretly continuing to hook up or maybe he’s picking her up from a party again aaahh i really do need it

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hi babe! it's not often that I get a request for mark so obviously I had to write this one <33 -- kinktober: dad's best friend + mark webber -- tw: age gap (reader is over 20!)

The sound of his phone blaring woke him up, his arm stretched out to find the phone without opening his eyes. "Yeah, hello?" He says when he finally finds it.

"Oh thank god you picked up." The person on the other side says and suddenly he's a little more awake. "Y/n? Is everything okay?" He asks, pulling the phone from his face to check what time it was; 4:15 in the morning.

"Yeah no, I'm at this party and I need a ride. Everyone else is drunk and I didn't drive, my friend did but I can't find her and I don't wanna take an uber cause it's late."

Mark was already out of bed, searching for his shirt in the darkness when he hit speaker on the phone. "Yeah I'm coming, send me your location and I'll be there soon."

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You were sitting on the curb of what looked like a shitty frat house when Mark pulled up. He winds down the window and honks, you look up and get up when you see him.

It was pretty chilly outside and he tossed you a sweater when you get in the car. You drape it over your legs when you get in the car, "I'm taking you to my place, figured you don't want your parents finding you coming in, especially since you smell like a brewery."

"Yeah, thanks." You tell him, picking at the chipped nail polish on your finger.

The drive back was quiet, the windows were cracked a bit and the fresh air was sobering you up the rest of the way.

"I'll leave some clean clothes for you in the guest room," he says and he can't help but notice how you smile drops at the mention of the guest room.

"You're welcome to stay with me, if you want."

"Can I?" You ask and he hums, gesturing for you to walk towards his room. You sit on the edge of the bed as he digs out a shirt for you to wear. He hands it over to you and you get up, turning around and it doesn't need to be said, he knows; Mark reaches for the zipper on your dress and pulls it down.

His eyes fixed on you as the black dress falls to the ground and leaves you in your underwear. "I like those," he says, making his way back to bed.

You had already pulled the shirt on when you got on the bed. "Yeah, cute aren't they?" You chuckle, crawling up the bed to sit on his lap.

Mark's hand rests on your hip, rubbing it softly. "You're not tired, darling?" He glances at his phone on the nightstand, "it's nearly 5."

"Not really," your finger dragging down his now bare chest. "I've been thinking about you." You whisper to him and his brows furrow, "is that so ? When do you think about me?"

"Like when I'm touching myself," you mumble and Mark flips you two over, you're flat on your back looking up at him.

His hand wanders down between the two of you and your back arches, a little whimper slips past your lips when you feel his fingers push into you. "Can you do it like that?" He asks you quietly, watching as your face twists with pleasure.

"Mhm, only you can." You tell him, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist as he curls his fingers. You spread your legs a little more, squeezing his wrist.

"Mark, please," you breathe, eyes meeting his. "Please what darling ?"

Between the way he was looking at you and the way his fingers were moving, you were barely able to get the words out. "Fuck me," you mumble and he smiles.

"That's my girl."

[northropi]

So I Think I Might Be Narcoleptic And My Psychiatrist Does Too

This has been going on for a while. Things got to a head when I was actually fired for a job due to constantly winking in and out of sleep, and it's still a considerable problem in my life because a lot of long drives (including, incidentally, my daily commute to work) are immensely risky, because no matter how much sleep I get, I just can't keep my eyes open. I was having trouble staying awake in classes as early as high school, and in retrospect I actually have a lot of secondary symptoms that point to it too.

One that's sort of a dead giveaway, albeit mild enough that it's hard to tell if it's intense enough to qualify, is that I seem to have cataplexy. It becomes hard to move, or even hold my arms up, when hit with a wave of sleepiness or intense emotion- which, you might be thinking, "well yeah you're fatigued," but it's a very different feeling than just having a tired limb and comes on very suddenly. My hands start to slip down the wheel while driving, my elbows can't stay straight, so on and so forth- if that is cataplexy, that's, like, 95% chance to be concurrent with narcolepsy, to my understanding, and a previous test that didn't diagnose me was taken under the presumption I didn't have those symptoms (and, also, an environment I apparently found very overstimulating, as I actually didn't get a wink of sleep that entire time, even over the night I stayed- my psych immediately considered this grounds for a second opinion given everything else). I also seem to have the diagnostic quality of tending to pass directly into REM sleep when hit with a sleep attack, which, frankly, makes it a lot worse. It can be hard to tell that I did pass out. In mild cases I'll see or hear someone standing next to me, blurry, mumbling something unintelligibly as I try and fail to look back up at them and answer. Less mild, I'll wink out for a minute, dream that I read something, and then wake up very, very, very confused if it's true or not, which probably is going to hamper my ability to do research in the future. Most concerningly, of course, I once almost went off an overpass because in my dream I was driving, in actuality I was very much not, and what woke me up was when I realized the sona of my internet friend should not in fact be chatting with me from the passenger seat.

Most recently was, well, not having, it's been a while, but realizing that a set of distinct memories I had were probably due to, sleep paralysis. At first I blew the idea that I had it off, but only recently have I connected the dots. What was happening was that from, like, Middle to High school, I had recurring episodes of, like... So I'd be sleeping on my belly, covers mostly over my head, and I'd feel sort of the weight of three steps landing next to me on the mattress, walking up along my body in a sequence. Initially, I assumed it was a cat. Then I started sleeping with my door closed. "Okay," I thought, "shit's haunted." It was a pretty horrifying experience even before I realized it couldn't have been the cats- I'd always just lock up in fear, in what I assumed was just some kind of instinctual, voluntary reaction, but also it seemed equally because I, you know, couldn't move. I wouldn't see anything in those situations because I generally covered my eyes under the covers, but the sensation was distinct and consistent between episodes. Bringing it up to the doctor while scheduling my new referral for another study (hopefully this one being closer to home won't make me all hyper-aware like I was for the first one), she certainly seemed to think it fit the bill, though I also don't know much about the phenomenon overall. Still, I guess that's another check mark on that list.

This leaves me in a pretty fucked up spot if true. The freeway I drive to work isn't just long, it's fucking dangerous. In a three-month period we had about as many fatal accidents, and the road is littered with car parts, not just little fragments of bumpers, like, fucking axels, just sticking up from the ground tossed to the side. It goes over a good amount of hills, big overpasses, lots of situations where I wouldn't just lightly tap a guardrail and be jolted awake, I'd go off the side and into some fuckin warehouse like the F-16C we had go down not too long ago. And here I am sometimes blinking and waking up two lanes over. Great. Job only offers semi-remote positions at most by the way, and I'm really not looking forward to gambling with other places because as much as the job itself beats me up on top of that they're actually decently nice to me there (granted i'm staying closeted lol) and simply put I don't know that better jobs exist.

beyond all that, eh, fuck it, i'll put some tags on this. interested in opinions i guess, if it sounds at a glance like it's the case or if i just have some confirmation bias going on. i actually get decent sleep at night so i don't think it's just fatigue- part of the reason i'm writing this is because i remembered the ridiculous level of recline my chair has can actually be restricted and this has really helped me not constantly fall asleep at the computer.

[spooksyanderefactory]

What if the anxious person noticed Ram was getting weirdly gaslighty or felt bad about constantly asking for him to escort them and started trying to find better ways to cope the majority of the time? Possibly slowly doing so without the requests for help, maybe even without telling him depending on whether they spotted the gaslighting or not?

he'd cry. Genuinely, he'd think you didn't want him anymore. Not that it would stop him. He'll be with you even if you don't want him. Or craft a plot...

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You had been a little nervous, but you couldn't put off doing your laundry anymore. Your washing machine broke down on Tuesday, and you didn't have the time nor the funds to fix it yet. You knew that you could have asked Ram for a new one, but you wanted to be a little bit more independent.

"I really don't wanna" You sighed as you entered the laundromat. It was quiet since it was eleven p.m. You spent the majority of the afternoon trying to convince yourself that it would be okay. You shoved your dirty laundry into the machine, pouring the detergent at the top, and slipping the quarters into the proper slit.

While waiting for the clothes to wash, you were scrolling through your phone. You got a text about an article from Ram. You quickly skimmed through it. It was about the rise in crime in Slickback City. Which is where you lived. Granted, it was never a safe city, but the rent was cheap. Down at the bottom of the article it made a special mention that laundromats were especially at risk.

'Did you read it?'

Ram's text message brought you back from reading the article.

'yeah' You texted back. You were surprised he was awake. Normally he sleeps pretty early.

'it's good you're home'

You freeze. You really did debate on telling him, however, you needed to learn how to do things on your own.

'yeah'

Right when you hit send, hear a shattering sound, as if a bat hit glass. You look over and that's exactly what happened. Trying to control your breathing, you look up and are face to face with a huge man. He was about 6'5. You looked at the bat, riddled with nails and glass. The bat was no longer structurally sound but was far more intimidating. Yeah... what is breathing? you forgot.

"I'm merciful, just don’t scream and I won't put my bat through your fuckin skull," He muttered near your ear. Honestly, you couldn’t even scream if you wanted to, everything was caught in your throat. You just nodded. He turned away and signaled to the rest of his gang.

'help' was all you texted to the first contact in your messages, which was always Ram. You shoved your phone back into your backpack. You were still struggling to calm down because all you're fears were proven right. You shut your eyes, hoping that everything would just fade away. Suddenly, you were picked up.

"Sorry, I was late," Ram was holding you, "I was getting the police."

You turned to see police arresting the gang. Ram was carrying you back to his car. He placed you gently into the passenger seat.

"That was probably really scary, why don't you stay with me the night. You know my family specializes in security, and my mom misses you... You were always her favorite."

You laugh. His mom did like you but liked your friend Robin more. It was always an ongoing joke between you and Robin. Although, you hadn't seen Robin since high school graduation... Apparently, Robin moved out of Slickback City.

"Yeah, yeah, Maybe I am now" you joked to lighten your own mood. He locked the car.

"I'm going to talk to the police now, before we head to my home real quick, okay?"

"Don't I have to go?" You weren't sure how it even works, but usually don't the police question the people who were there.

"It's okay, They'll probably get your testimony later. Plus it's late, You need sleep so just rest for now"

It was clear that Ram wasn't going to budge. You just got comfortable in his car.

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Ram couldn't have been more pleased. He headed back inside the laundromat. The 'police' had uncuffed the 'gang members'. The tall leader of the group grinned.

"How did it go, boss?" his gruff voice was full of amusement. He started working for Ram about three years ago. He found Ram's 'little crush' really fun to watch, plus the pay is really good.

"I think it worked perfectly, Griff," He began slipping a few hundred dollar bills to Griff, "The rest will be transferred into your bank accounts."

They all were employed under the Bright Corporation. Although Ram was the heir, he had to make sure he only used his own branch of workers. His parents didn't care if he used vast amounts of money, the only limit was he had to use it in a smart way. When he was younger, he made PowerPoints to convince his parents of something. Now, he was already running a small branch. And this is a worthwhile investment. Every time you thought of going out without him, you'll remember this time, and be less inclined to go out without him.

Plus you might be scared enough to want to sleep in the same bed with him. A strong bonus.

"Hey, boss, You there?" Griff was waving his hand in front of Ram. Ram coughed and almost choked on his spit,

"yeah?"

"You dreaming about your 'little crush', huh?" Griff loved teasing Ram about you, "Thinking about all the different positions? They are cute and small. You thinking about them kneeling and-"

Ram had hit Griff in the thigh with a hammer pretty hard. Ram had calmed down after hitting Griff again,

"One: everyone is small compared to you, Griff. Two: Don't even talk about them in that way ever again."

"yeah, yeah, sorry boss" Griff half apologized, Ram's reaction was still funny to him, "Go to your 'little crush' or they might start thinking something is wrong."

"Bye," Ram excitedly walked back to the car.

"Crazy bastard," Griff muttered while counting the bills. He turns to the rest of the gang, "Let's go get drunk!"

Everyone cheers in excitement.

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You were asleep, in his car. It was very comfortable with the seat warmers. Ram sat in the driver's seat. He gently taps you awake once you reach his home.

"huh?!" You weren't even aware of the driving.

"Come on in, we still have your 'unofficial' room" Ram jokes as he ushers you inside. You didn't even change, you just went back to sleep once you reached the bed. You were too exhausted with the day to even stay awake for a moment longer. so you slept.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

This is absolutely inspired by this post @aki-draws-things tagged me in

A bit of crack, but in all reality very realistic for the idiots.

When Ron came late to pick up Chris he didn’t think much of it. Tom is curled in the passenger seat asleep, Ron will wake him up to see Chris though.

Ron looks out the window to see most of the firefighters outside. Odd but not unusual. He watches and they start spinning around with balls.

Ron smiles to himself. There’s a joke in there somewhere that would make Tom sigh.

He watches as Chris and David complete what looks like an extremely complicated little dance.

They’re suddenly slammed with the rest of the exercise balls Ron can’t help the laugh he lets out. Tom jerks awake. “What the fuck are they doing.���

Ron can’t do anything besides shrug. “No clue but it’s kinda hot.”

Tom stares at him. He thinks maybe he’s loosing it or still dreaming. “I mean you’re not wrong Lucas would love this.” Ron squeezes his leg. “Take a video the recorder is in my bag.”

Ron watches as David spins Chris around. Oh they’re definitely tipsy. Makes sense since they’ve been off call for about three hours. Work ran over, the navy never cares about time schedules when it’s not theirs. David must’ve stayed with Chris. Lucas would’ve gotten them both and taken them home but he must’ve been told to stay and sleep.

Ron quickly reroutes his plan to drop David off.

“Come on let’s get our man.”

Ron smiles over at Tom. Tom who is slightly rumpled in the seat. Tom who’s looking more like Tommy tonight. His hair is flopped over his eyes. Ron can’t help but gently tug a strand before sliding out of the car.

They make their way across the street. No cars to hit them at this time. David gently spins Chris around to see them.

They get a gasp in response, oh their baby is more then tipsy. Tom opens his arms and catches Chris.

“Hello darlings I missed you oh my god I love y’all.” David let’s out a laugh. Tom grins down at Chris. “Hey honey.” Chris practically swoons. Ron laughs. He tosses an arm around David’s shoulders. “Hey man how much strawberry tequila did you two drink?”

David smiles, he waves at the guys sitting around watching them. “We split a bottle with Ryan and Joanna. It was Joanie’s birthday. She wanted everything strawberry.”

“Lord okay you two can drink all of that shit alone it’s nasty.” Chris pokes a finger into Tom’s chest. “Says you baby, that vodka you drink is vile.”

Tom presses a kiss onto Chris’s head “you like it when it’s on my tongue.” Chris smacks a hand over Tom’s mouth “hey! They don’t need to know that!”

David laughs again. He slides into the back seat next to the two of them. “Y’all I already know this shit. I know too much about y’all’s sex life.”

Ron snaps his fingers at David. “Don’t start. I know things about you and Lucas too.” David blushes. “Right never mind. Forget everything.” Chris laughs. “Yeah pretty boy shut it.” “Doll don’t start.”

Ron and Tom make eye contact in the mirror. Tom shakes his head with a smile.

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Tom takes a shot of vodka when they get back to the house. Chris licks it out of his mouth.

Ron watches as he sips on a spiked cider.

Chris’s hands start going lower. Tom ends up grabbing the bottle. He takes a swig. When he sets the bottle down he looks more relaxed. Ron might not drink but he does enjoy the way his boyfriends get.

Ron watches as they start to slide clothing off each other. Ron can tell it’s not going to go anywhere, they’re too tired, too drunk.

He gently pulls them into the bedroom. They’re both down to just boxers. “Ah no leave those on.”

Chris whines. “But-” “Baby please?”

Ron kisses both of them. “No! We can have all the morning sex you two want but go to bed.”

Tom sighs. He pulls Chris closer. Ron ends up on the other side. Chris pulls Ron close enough that he’s basically laying on top of the two of them. He’s barely touching the bed. “Love y’all.”

Tom smiles. “Love you too. You too Ronnie.”

Ron laughs gently. “Love you both you babies.”

[the-fiction-witch]

31st Lost

Media IRL

Character TBS

Couple TBS X Talulah

Rating Spooky

Halloween day 31

The music was on low so much that I was barely able to hear the lyrics through the low hum, of the engine. The headlights all that brought clarity to the pitch-black roads lined with bare trees packed tightly. It had been hours since we saw the last village. I eased off a little and turned to focus more on the interior as dark as everything else with a slight off-orange glow in places, the dials for speed and temperature, the clock and the radio tuner. I didn't want to take my eyes off the road for too long but my hand couldn't find anything in the darkness.

"What are you looking for?" Talulah spoke up from the darkness of the passenger seat, the first time she'd spoken in a good two hours.

She was angry at me, and I don't blame her.

My fault we were lost.

"Coffee. I feel like I'm about to pass out" I answered

Suddenly the car was lit by the light of her phone torch, she scanned the backseats before taking the tall blue insulated bottle in hand. She unscrewed the cap which turned into a hard plastic cup, untwisted the lid and filled the cup

"Here," she says handed it over

"Thanks," I forced a smile, took the small cup and focused on the road as much as I could, taking a few sips of the lukewarm coffee.

"You've had the last of it."

"Sorry,"

"It's fine, you need to be awake more than I do."

"Still no signal?"

"Nothing. no bar's for hours now.

"We'll be fine, I'm sure we'll find our way back somewhere familiar soon,"

"You've been saying that all night."

"Well, the road has to go somewhere." I snapped

For a moment, we sat in silence

"Sorry,"

"It's been a long night, Thomas," she says "Half a mind to have you just pull over, we can get some sleep and hope the daylight brings some clarity."

"I'd rather keep going. Trees are tall. It's pitch black. We don't know what could be lurking around"

Silence returned, I forced down the last of the coffee and handed her back the cup, I took a moment to rub my eyes hoping to clear the sleep that had formed there.

"We should have stopped at the last village," she said

I bit my lip and inhaled harshly through my nose, it took all my strength not to be a cunt.

"That would have been good to know when we were IN the village, My love," I said through gritted teeth doing my best not to shout

"I'm JUST saying," she snapped

"Okay! But me apologising for not stopping, In what I didn't know, was going to be the last village in fucking England! Is not going to put us back there, is it!"

The moment I said that last word the whole car jolted throwing us around, something had run into us, and all I saw was this flash of a face in the headlights, I did everything I could to control the car stopping us meer meters down from where it hit us.

For a second we both just sat gasping trying to get stable after that

"You okay?"

"I'm fine, you?"

"Yeah uhh yeah fine"

"What where did that thing come from?"

"No idea, must have come out of these woods, you stay here," I told her before slowly climbing out of the car luckily the lights were still working, "Awwww... My car" I whined seeing whatever it was had smashed the whole front of my car I had a quick look not being able to be done in-depth given the darkness but it was pretty fucked, beyond what I could do out here with just the toolkit in the boot. We'd need a tow to a garage for even a sliver of hope.

"How is it?" she asks out the window

"Ughh bad. Just stay inside Talulha"

"Why?"

"Because I don't know what's out here." I told her as hushed as I could but she got out of the car "You know I don't just say stuff for the fun of it"

"Ohh grow up." she snapped "Whoa... is it dead?"

"What?"

"Whatever hit us?"

"No, It must have got up it's gone now" I answered looking through the red-black lights nothing on the road behind us for miles,

"What was it? a deer?"

"It had a face whatever it was"

"A face?"

"I saw it"

"Thomas you were panicked your head probably just imagined one, or saw your own in the windshield reflection"

"It didn't look like me. Don't worry about it. Whoever or whatever it was we hit them at forty even if they walked away they'll be pretty fucked, I would know"

"How the hell would you know?"

"I've come off my bike enough times to know that fucking hurts"

"Well... what are we gonna do?"

"I don't know"

"How are we going to get any help?"

"I don't know" I sighed

"where can we even-"

"Talulah! I. Don't. Know."

"Fine" she snapped grabbing her bag and her jacket from the car

"I'm sorry, sweetheart"

"I know" she sighed starting to walk

"What are you doing?"

"I'm walking."

"Walking? What the hour back to that village?"

"Well, I don't see you coming up with any better ideas. I'll walk to the village and call for a tow"

"On what?"

"On a pay phone, a shop landline, someone's phone, I don't know," she said now beyond the car showered in the dark red lights

"This is stupid you can't talk all that way" I called

"Then I'll hitchhike" she called back

"with whom!" I yelled but she just kept walking "Talulah! Sweetheart I'm sorry just come back!" but she kept walking "At least let me go, you wait here."

"You stay here with the car. I'll be back" she shouts

"You promise?"

"I promise"

"Okay... Love you!"

"Love you too!" she called before she disappeared into the darkness.

I did my best to stay awake, I had tried working with the car but nothing really worked so I just sat in the car waiting watching the clock tick around it would be hours until daylight, I hadn't seen or heard anything from Talulah for a good two hours now. I hope she's okay. I shouldn't have shouted at her. I should have gone. What kinda dick am I, I send my feince on a two-hour walk to get help while I sit and wait with the car, she would be sitting waiting with the car.

It's terrifying out here, just in the unearthly quiet without any wind, animal sounds or anything just sitting in silence staring at the infinitely stretching darkness. It took a lot for my mind not to run away with itself.

I got up for a while and passed around for a while in the lights of the car stretching my legs, stretching my back and running a hand through my hair.

"AAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

"Talulah!"

"AAAAHHHHH Thomas! Help!"

I bolted as fast as I could in that direction into the darkness but I stopped short as there stood only a few hundred meters from the back of my car, still bathed in the red light from the backlights.

Was me.

Stood stiff in the light.

Dressed exactly the same as me.

Like staring at a mirror.

They stood there emotionless, motionless.

I froze unsure what to do, or even if what I was seeing was real.

It smiled at me wider than should have been humanly possible before it jumped and began to run towards me. I turned and bolted as fast as I could the other way but I fell to the hard dirty road hard the light in my eyes from the car's headlights my head hurt so badly but as I looked up I saw it stood over me before everything went black-

I sat in the tow truck passenger seat watching this road in the daylight, it still seemed strangely frightening.

"That it?" he asked spotting the car up on the road

"Yeah! yeah that's the car" I smiled he parked up beside the car and we both climbed out I looked around for Thomas

"Holy halibut. Whatever hit you was big" he muttered checking the car over "Where's this man of yours then?"

"I don't know, he's not here," I said very confusedly as there was no sign of him "Thomas! Thomas!" I called but no answer, nothing. "He couldn't have walked we'd have seen him? He's not in the car? where is he?"

"I'm sure it's fine maybe he got walking the other way"

"I don't know seems weird if he would," I said "He's not good with directions, he gets lost in London and he was born there and spent almost his whole life there"

"Maybe he hitched a ride with someone?"

"I don't know... he doesn't like people, plus this car's his pride and joy. sometimes I think he loves it more than me he wouldn't just wander off leaving it unlocked even in this state"

"Did you see what you hit?" He asks dragging his fingers across the road and picking up still-wet blood

"No, I never saw Thomas was driving. it was gone when we got out" I said "Why? do you have... wolfs here?"

"No Miss," he says, "I think you should get inside the truck, I'll tow you to the next town hopefully you can find each other there"

"Why? Shouldn't we stay and look for him?"

"I'd rather not."

"why not?"

".... Miss. They say bad things about these woods. stories as old as the village itself. I don't want to frighten you with meer stories but I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be."

"What kind of stories?" I asked fiddling with my ring

"Bad things walk these woods. A lot of people go into these woods... most don't come out." He explained

"The ones who do?"

"Aren't quite the same"

"What sort of bad things? in the stories?"

"Things that walk the woods at night under cover of darkness. They look like us but aren't the same. tales of shadows and voices owned by others, that people go into the woods and when they return they aren't the person that left."

"Okay, I'm sure He'll turn up" I nodded with a gulp heading back to the tow truck

[tatsueigo]

SISSY GIMME YUTA/DANNY PRETTY PLEASE? with danny hiding from the jas? 🥺

So, this definitely got out of hand and there is not Danny hiding from JAS, but yeah, I hope you still like it brother. ❤️

Trigger warning: omega!verse, MPREG

"Good morning little boy." 

Wheeler picks up Leon from his crib, putting him on the changing table: he is already three months old at that point and the omega simply loves his firstborn. 

He changes his baby, and when he is done, he goes downstairs with him. He is home alone at the moment, his alphas are all out to take care of some things, while he had decided to stay in and maybe bring Leon to the park. 

Leaving his child on the baby carpet, he wears the wrap baby carrier, putting him in it when it's ready, so that his hands are free. Now he can do whatever he wants and Leon can simply fall asleep another time if he wants. 

He isn't waiting for anyone, his mates won't be back before some hours, so he is astonished when someone rings the bell. Leon is luckily awake, so the sound doesn't wake him up. 

"Let's go see who is at the door, mh?" 

He asks gently and Leon just smiles at him. Wheeler loves his kid so much, those little smiles always warm his heart. 

When he finally opens the door, Wheeler smiles: he wasn't expecting Danny to be there, but they are best friends, he likes the surprise. 

"Hi Danny, come in!"

He steps to the side and Danny enters the spacious house, observing little Leon. 

"Am I disturbing? I can… go and come back."

Danny feels suddenly nervous and he doesn't fully understand why. Paul is his best friend and has already a kid, so he can surely help him. 

"No, you are totally fine! My mates are out and I was just about to feed the little man here." 

The BCC member motions to follow him in the kitchen, so that he can prepare the milk for Leon. 

"You can sit on the couch, or here at the kitchen counter. By the way, is everything okay?"

Daniel's smell seems off somehow and he is concerned now. While waiting for an answer, he prepares the milk for Leon Alexander, checking the temperature more than one time. 

He sits on the couch with the bottle and cautiously takes his son out of the carrier, setting him on the right arm. As soon as he brings the bottle near his mouth, Leon starts drinking and Yuta looks at his best friend. 

"Since two or three days I'm not feeling really well, Paul. I wake up and have to run to the bathroom because of the nausea. Generally I feel more tired, so Chris is not really happy about this." He sighs for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I am here to ask you… how did you discover you were pregnant?" 

Daniel sits down next to him, nervous: last time, he and Eddie hadn't used protections, plus his heat was already late. 

"I discovered it in the seventh week after I fainted during training. My mates were concerned because I wasn't hit, nor did I fall before the episode. They brought me to doc. Sampson and, after some tests, he gave me the good news. It was right on Claudio's birthday too." He explains without averting his gaze from the JAS member. "I started with morning sickness almost ten days after, but… I would say we need a trip to the pharmacy."

He would take one of his hands to support him, but can't at the moment. Luckily Leon seems to be done, so he stands up, takes a bib which he puts on his right shoulder. From the leaning position he brings Leon on a standing one against said bin, patting him lightly on the back until he lets out a little burp.

"Uh… can I… hold him?"

Danny is a bit unsure as to why he wants to, he just feels the urge to. Maybe it's pregnant omega instinct? 

"Sure! Keep your arm like this, I’ll put him in the right position over it.”

Yuta gently shows him how he should keep his arm, smiling encouraging: he can see that Danny is tense, but all would surely be okay. When he is sure his best friend is calm, he puts Leon with the head in the crook of his elbow, the baby’s butt instead on his hand. 

It takes him much willpower to not take Leon back, since the little boy is crying because of being separated from him… He still feels so overprotective and it is always difficult for him when little Leon cries. Daniel looks at the baby and then at Yuta, not sure about what he should do: should he give him back? Maybe Leon doesn’t want to stay with a stranger? Maybe he doesn’t feel comfortable with him. Without noticing, Danny starts to rock him slightly. He realizes something has changed only when he can’t hear the cry anymore and, looking down, he notices that Leon is cradled against him, all smiles. 

“Hi Leon.”

Daniel wants to carefully touch his little chest, but is taken aback when the little boy grabs his pinkie finger. He definitely wasn’t expecting that, but doesn’t try to get free, he just lets him do it. A sudden laugh from Wheeler brings his attention to his best friend, a silent question in his gaze. 

“Sorry, but this is so cute and I think you are the first one to actually bond so quickly with him. Even for the Bucks and Kenny it took them a while, but with you I didn’t even need to use my scent to calm him down.”

Leon lets out some Ah-goos to get their attention back and Daniel laughs amused. He feels like his heart is warming up to that little boy. 

"If I am pregnant… would you mind me coming some times to visit and taking a bit care of him?"

He rocks Leon gently, always careful not to risk making him fall. 

"You can come whenever you want, even in the case that you're not pregnant, and I'll be happy to help you out with learning anything!" Wheeler smiles and puts a hand on his shoulder. "I think it's time to go. Since he is still awake, we can stop at a park near the pharmacy and when we come back you can take the test." 

Danny nods at his words: he can't wait forever to take the test, he is there because he doesn't want to do it alone. He wants that baby so hard, if that is the cause of his illness; he had asked Eddie so many times after all. Wheeler takes Leon from his arms, putting him in an upright position against his shoulder, holding his head and neck with one hand, while with the other he holds his lower back. He has to change his clothes, then they can head out. 

"I'll be right back, give me some minutes."

Wheeler disappears in the nursery, changing Leon quickly into a BCC onesie, complete with a long sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants. 

As he gets out of the nursery, Leon another time against his shoulder, he gets to the stroller, where he settles his little boy down. 

"Danny come help me for a moment, please." 

He asks, taking Leon's jacket and wool hat: he can do it alone, but he is sure that his friend won't mind lending a hand for a moment. 

"Keep a hand behind his neck and head, while I put him the jacket."

He gently guides Danny's hand to keep the baby's head right, smiling encouraging at him and when he is sure his friend is confident enough, he proceeds. 

When the little one is settled, he wears a jacket too and they all finally leave the house. At the pharmacy Wheeler buys two pregnancy tests, one for himself too: it's not that he thinks he may be pregnant another time; Danny may be less nervous if he does one too in solidarity.  As they are sitting on a bench in the park, Wheeler moves the stroller slightly, trying to get Leon to sleep. 

"Were you and Eddie trying to have a baby? Or would it be a surprise like Leon here?"

Wheeler wanted to know more, he would be more than happy for him though, maybe their babies could become friends just like them. 

"We kind of wanted one, or at least I wanted one. He was okay with it, but he wanted to wait until you came back and unified the titles. He definitely wanted one too though and last heat we did it without any precautions…" 

Yeah, he is most probably pregnant with all those hints. Plus wanting to bond with that baby means something, no? 

"He'll surely be happy about it. I can understand you are nervous though. Everything will be fine." 

Since they stop hearing movements or sounds from the stroller, they both look into it where Leon is sleeping peacefully. Wheeler smiles and stands up, going back home followed shortly behind by Daniel. Once home, he lets the other omega help him another time, and when he finally leaves the little boy in his crib, switching the baby monitor on, so that he can hear him at any given time. 

"Now that he is asleep, we can go and take that test. If you're too nervous I can take it too. I'll be here with you anyway." 

Yuta gives him one of the tests and guides him to the bathroom. He waits at the door, while Daniel seems to be thinking about what to do or to say. 

"I would appreciate it if you could take one too. Please." 

It would make him less nervous, that for sure and he is glad that his best friend nods and enters the bathroom too. Wheeler shows him what to do and takes it first, not looking while Danny did the same thing. He is more than sure that his will be negative, they have to focus on Danny's. 

The younger omega still has it in his hands, which are trembling, so Wheeler massages his shoulders, to make him relax. The five minutes pass quickly and Wheeler looks at Danny: what does he want to do?

"Do you want to read the test? Or should I do it?"

He doesn't get a real answer, only Daniel passing him his test, an almost terrified look in his eyes. 

"Everything will be okay, you can call me whenever you want, if something is worrying you, okay?" As Daniel nods at him, the neo mama looks at the test and smiles brightly. There are two clear blue lines on it, there is no doubt. "Well… congratulations on becoming a mom! I'm so happy for you." 

Danny has tears streaming down his face: he is incredule, even though it had been quite obvious. He can't be happier though: his dream is finally becoming reality. 

"And I should for sure mind my own business, but I think at this point you would better move in with Eddie. If you do, it'll be easier for him to take care of both of you." 

Wheeler's attention is caught by his own phone buzzing in his pants. As he takes it out, he notices a message from Eddie. 

From: Uncle Eddie

Is Daniel there with you? Those JAS idiots told me so, but he doesn't answer his phone. -

Read 2:13pm

To: Uncle Eddie

Yes, he is here! Could you come over? Don't worry, it's only me, Leon and Danny, my mates are out for some hours. -

Read 2:14pm

From: Uncle Eddie

Thank you, I was seriously worried. Give me ten minutes and I'm there. -

Read 2:15pm

"Eddie will be here in 10 minutes! He is worried about you and didn't trust your teammates when they told him you were here." He announces, holding up a hand before he can say anything. "I can help you put something together to give him the good news, it'll probably be easier to announce it that way." 

Daniel looks at him with hopeful eyes, nodding vigorously. 

"Yes. Please…" 

He murmurs, following Wheeler silently in the nursery, where they keep the onesies. Wheeler tries to keep as quiet as possible to not wake Leon up, while searching for a good one, which isn't customized. 

Once he finds it, they get out, and he finally shows him a onesie which says: Hello daddy, can't wait to meet you! ❤️

"It's perfect. I'll never be able to thank you enough, Paul." 

Daniel is about to cry another time and he doesn't really like it. The hormones are already fucking with his mood… He has never felt so moody like that day, after all. He follows Yoots in some other rooms, where the BCC member searches for a small box and some wrapping paper. With Danny's help he puts everything in the box and then wraps it up, just in time before Eddie rings the bell. 

Wheeler simply motions Danny to sit on the couch in the living room, while he answers the door. 

"Hi uncle Eddie!" Wheeler smiles and lowers his voice. "He is in the living room, on the couch. He is a bit moody, but has something really important to tell you." He motions with the hand towards the living room, while letting him in.

"Thank you Yoots." Eddie follows where Yoots motioned, sitting finally next to his omega. 

"Okay guys, I'll go check on Leon, you two take however much time you need to talk; don't worry about it!" 

Wheeler smiles encouragingly at Danny, getting back in the nursery: Leon isn't awake, but he wants to leave them their privacy, as it is an important and privat situation.

Since Eddie is finally there, Danny feels even more nervous, but the smell of his alpha calms him slowly down. He nudges his head into Eddie's neck, leaving a kiss, while the alpha brings an arm around his waist, bringing him even closer.

"Whatever the problem might be, we can solve it together, babe. I won't leave your side, you can always count on me." 

Eddie speaks low and reassuringly, intertwining a hand in his. 

"I have something important to tell you. But first, please open this small gift." 

Danny hands him the wrapped box, which Eddie carefully unwraps and then opens. What he notices first is the positive pregnancy test, which he takes in one hand, moving his gaze from it to Danny, then another time on the two blue lines. As he notices the onesie, he unfolds it and smiles brightly at the graphic.

"I am pregnant, papa bear."

He, reluctantly, leaves his neck area and looks at him, tapping with one finger his own lips, in a silent demand for a kiss. 

"You are being a needy brat right now, babe." 

Eddie grins, but waits for his answer. 

"But I'm YOUR needy brat, Papa Bear and I want my kisses."

Daniel pouts, but at least it seems like Eddie has taken the news really well. 

"I'm beyond happy, babe. Thank you for this surprise." 

And now Eddie finally kisses him, giving in to his pouty facial expression. 

"We need to go and take all your things from the JAS."

He declares as soon as they divide. He doesn't want to have him with them while pregnant. He wants his omega and his baby all for himself. 

"What…" 

Danny doesn't understand, he simply looks at his alpha with a questioning look. 

"I always let you stay with them because they are your stable and 2.0 could help you with heat, if I couldn't be there. But now… now I want you and this child to be with me 24/7. So you are moving in with me from today." 

There was no way in hell that he would let him still stay with them: he was pregnant now, so Eddie seriously wanted to be able to take care of him and their baby as much as possible. 

“Are you trying to kidnap me, or what?”

Daniel asks with a chuckle, but nods: he would surely need his presence more during those long months. 

“You are my mate and are giving me our first baby. That’s not what I would call a kidnap. It’s more having you move in, so that I can take care of you like I couldn’t before. Matt and Angelo can come visit you, since they are your dads. Plus… you can still come with me to the shows, as long as it’s not too much for you, so you can still see all the others too.” 

He would allow only 2.0 in his house, he can’t stand anyone in JAS, apart from his omega, let alone Chris Jericho, but Danny’s daddies have been so helpful to him in the past. 

Daniel smiles at those words: he couldn’t say no and at the same time he was glad that Eddie was so possessive and protective of him. 

“I love you Papa Bear, this little human too.” 

“I love you too, babe, this little bear too.”

[softtarlos]

TARLOS WHUMP WEEK NOV 5TH

Prompt: Carlos gets hurt and TK isn’t able to help

Warnings: Main Character Injury, Mention of Blood/Head Injury

Sorry about how short this is!

i’ll keep you safe

TK’s POV:

Work has been oddly slow today. Most of our calls have been pretty quick.

Since we’re not busy at the moment, I decide to head out to the garage and wash the ambulance. Once I get there, it looks like Nancy had the same idea.

“I see you’re also looking for something to do,” she laughs.

“Yeah. What a coincidence,”

After about 20 minutes of cleaning a call comes in.

“28 year old male, head injury, seems to be unconscious, witness that called thinks that he was hit with something,” I hear from Nancy’s radio.

These calls are always some of the worst, you can never predict the outcome.

——-

We pull up to the scene and realize that the man is laying face down on the sidewalk.

Tommy gets out of the ambulance, then opens the door again.

“TK, I think you should sit this one out. We can handle it.”

“But its my job to help, what’s going on?” I reply nervously.

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

She leaves the ambulance once again and after looking around and observing the scene, I realize why they told me to stay in here.

Carlos

I don’t know what could have possibly happened but this isn’t good. From the looks of it, Tommy and Nancy got him to his feet but I can tell that skin was broken because he’s bleeding from the head.

I attempt to get out and help but Nancy tells me to stay where I am.

This is the worst feeling ever. He needs comfort right now and I’m not able to provide it.

Once he fully regains consciousness Nancy goes in back to grab the stretcher then rolls it over to him.

Tommy and Nancy help get him on the stretcher then they bring him into the ambulance. Tommy sits in back with him while Nancy drives.

“He’s gonna be okay bud,” she reassures me.

Suddenly the walkie talkie in front of me beeps.

“TK, once we get to the hospital you can have the night off. I know he needs you right now,” Tommy says through the walkie.

The ride to the hospital seems like forever. I just want to jump into the back and make sure he knows I’m here.

We finally get to the hospital and I give Carlos’ information to the receptionist at the desk.

Once he gets a room I sit in the chair next to his bed.

He’s awake now, he just feels weird due to the meds he was given.

He reaches for my hand and I willingly take it.

“TK, what happened?” he asks, confused.

“I’m not sure baby, I think someone hit you with something.”

“Am I okay?”

“Yes”

“Did you see any of it happen?”

“No, but I was called to the scene. I’m really sorry I wasn’t able to help you, Tommy didn’t let me. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you again, I’ll keep you safe.”

He squeezes my hand tighter.

“Thank you, I love you”

“I love you more.”

[hinatastinygiant]

42 | Tate Olive

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

Wasteland Masterlist

DAY 15

At just one minute before midnight, Wakasa asks you to hold out your arm. He does the same, keeping his beside you. The nine on his wrist glistens softly beside the fourteen on yours. And then, it hits midnight. Your eyes widen as nothing happens. You don’t lose a number at all and neither does Wakasa.

“What’s going on?” you ask as you look up at the man across from you.

“I’ve been up for the past three days now and I haven’t lost a single day,” he blinks. Only now can you see how red and tired his eyes look.

“So then it’s when we sleep that we lose a day and when we wake up the next morning it has like reset?” you continue to ask.

“That would make our little magic trick, as Senju put it, a loophole,” he then shrugs. “Kind of like a glitch in a game that the creators haven’t noticed.”

“What’re you trying to say?” you narrow your eyes. “That we’re in some kind of fucked up video game?”

“Have you ever played The Witcher?”

“No,” you shake your head, still not seeing where he’s going with this.

“Well in The Witcher there’s this horse who is kind of known for glitching. Like, she’ll be able to walk through walls, stand on her head, or walk on two feet. Now I’m pretty sure at this point it’s intentional but our situation might be similar to this kind of bug.”

“Where are you going with this because the last horse I saw wasn’t doing any of that. In fact, it wasn’t doing anything at all,” you scoff.

“You ate a horse?” he then asks, changing the conversation suddenly.

“Desperate times,” you shrug. “What do you want from me?”

“You know it could have been used for more than just meat,” he sighs. “Goddammit, Y/N.”

“Whatever, can you just go back to what you were saying before?” you cross your arms as you look away from him. You’re not sitting here for him to belittle your decisions. If he cared so much maybe he shouldn’t have crushed your leg and ran off without you.

“Fine,” he shakes his head. “My point is that maybe if we don’t sleep we can’t reset our clock when the next day starts.”

“What if we sleep in the middle of the day? I mean we can’t go without sleeping forever,” you think aloud.

“I haven’t tried,” he hums as though he’s never thought that far ahead before.

“Do the others know about this?” you ask.

“Just The Wanderers. And you,” he nods. “But that’s it as far as I know.”

“The Wanderers?” you repeat back to him.

“A lot of the forming groups around here have their own names,” he explains. “So naturally, Senju came up with one. Can’t say it doesn’t fit.”

You think back to when you met Mikey and he called his group the Taikyaki Fighters. You suppose there are lots of groups forming, but what group are you even in?

“We should keep this to ourselves,” you then whisper. “Might not be great if the news gets into the wrong hands.”

“I don’t plan on sharing anything,” he nods in agreement.

“Well, thanks for telling me, Wakasa,” you attempt to smile. “I really appreciate it.”

“Keep your pants on, Y/N,” he rolls his eyes. “And don’t go to sleep tonight. Think you can stay awake?”

“Got anything to drink?” you smirk.

Wakasa doesn’t say a word as he stands up and walks into the little café. You see Senju say something and nudge him in the arm before passing him two beers which he holds in one hand. When he then starts walking back outside, you look away and pretend you weren’t watching him the whole time.

“Hey,” he calls from the doorway. “Senju wants to know if you want to join the others. I said you didn’t but thought I’d still ask.”

“Uh, yeah, okay. I guess I should join them. If I stay on their good side they won’t try to kill me,” you grin. You then stand up and walk toward Wakasa who hands you one of the beer bottles.

“Smart choice,” he nods. “C’mon.”

Inside, you sit at the small countertop beside Akashi who has been drinking Saki with Inui, Kokonoi, and Senju.

“So what other group have you been with this whole time, Y/N?” Senju asks. “You weren’t on your own, right?”

“Oh, I was with the Taiyaki Fighters. I was on my way back to them actually, when I got into trouble before…”

“On your way back to them?” Senju hums. However, before you can answer she’s interrupted by her brother.

“I know one of those guys,” Akashi nods. “Shinichiro. He was a firefighter I saw a few times at the funeral home when there was a… well maybe let’s not talk about that,” he then chuckles awkwardly.

“Yeah, well Shinichiro isn’t part of our group so don’t go getting a soft spot for him. We’ve already got one of those with…” Senju trails off as she attempts to subtly look at Wakasa.

“You know, you’re the one who hinted at the whole fucking loophole with Y/N so don’t go blaming me. Maybe you’ve got the soft spot for her,” Wakasa scoffs.

“Huh!? So? You still told her,” she tries to deflect the blame.

“Hey, shut up, yeah?” Inui grumbles. “Who the fuck cares? She doesn’t look that dangerous to me. How many people have you killed?”

Kokonoi looks at you with interest, too. “All of us here don’t want to run around killing people which is why it’s a good thing to have in our pocket. His question is valid.”

Your face heats up as you look around the room. It’s quite obvious you’ve killed way more people to get where you are now than they have.

“Fuck you,” you spit before standing up and walking out of the café.

If it were anyone you’d want to have follow you, he’d be your last choice. Kokonoi. You have nothing to say to him so even when you turn and see him following closely behind, you keep on walking.

“Fuck off, asshole!” you shout as you continue to stomp your feet on the tiled subway floor.

“You don’t agree with them, do you?!” he shouts back. However, he doesn’t sound angry at all and it completely throws you off guard. You stop where you are, still not turning around to face him, but instead wait to hear him out.

“You want to kill. I know you do so don’t even put on that stupid act around me. Just listen. I know a group you can join. Leader’s got over a hundred. If you can find him and appeal to him, he’d probably let you join.”

Interested in why he knows all of this, you finally turn to face him. “Then why don’t you join?” you scoff.

“I can’t leave Inupi,” he shrugs. “And he’d never go for it.”

“Then why offer it to me?”

“Because if you want to get all that fucking anger out, then you should do it. I mean that’s the whole fucking point of this world and those guys are just trying to dismiss it like it’s not part of our goddamn survival now.”

“So then kill him and leave,” you scoff. “If you’re so pissed then do what you have to do.”

Kokonoi looks at you as if you just read exactly what he was thinking. However, his expression quickly turns sad. “If I did, I’d never forgive myself.”

You nod, understanding where he’s coming from as you approach him. You then stand next to him and put your hand on his shoulder while looking straight ahead down the long tunnel of the subway.

“If you need me to help, just say so. Now, let’s go back before this looks weird.”

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[rosenallies]

#37 weed smoking bimbo au perhaps...

37. Staying up with the other person when they have insomnia.

——

“Nali, psst, wake up,” Rosé pouted, poking his sleeping boyfriend in the side.

“Damn you for being such a heavy sleeper,” he huffed, about to give up when Denali’s eyes started to twitch and Rosé took it as a sign, poking him again, “c’mon, wake up, I need you.”

Rosé was almost about to give up again when Denali’s pretty eyes fluttered open, sleepy brown eyes meeting Rosé’s red rimmed green ones. “Why are you waking me up?” He grumped with a cute pout of his own.

“I-I, I can’t sleep,” Rosé admitted shamefully, lip suddenly wobbling as he tried to hold in the need to cry. He was just so exhausted and yet every-time he closed his eyes, the urge to reopen them took over.

Denali propped himself up on his elbow, looking up at Rosé with concern. “You haven’t been sleeping well lately.”

“I know, I don’t know why though.”

“Stress probably,” Denali sighed, tucking a stray curl behind his partner’s ear, “you’ve gotta relax, honey, you worry me when you’re stressed all the time. Do you want to smoke a bit? Maybe that will help you relax?”

Rosé nodded, desperate to try anything. “Yeah, okay, that might work.”

Leaning up, Denali pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Let me go get my stuff, you stay here.”

Denali came back a few minutes later with his ‘treasure box’ so he called it. “I’ve got sativas and indica, but I think since you need to relax an indica is the best,” Denali said, seemingly talking to himself as he chose a joint from the box, holding it between his manicured fingers and hanging Rosé the lighter. No matter how hard he tried his long nails made it impossible to get a light.

Rosé ignited the joint and watched as Denali took a long drag, letting it swirl in his lungs before he passed it off to Rosé, who did the same.

“How does that feel?” Denali asked, already feeling his body relax.

Shrugging, Rosé took another hit. “It’s getting there,” he replied.

Denali giggled as Rosé took another long drag. “Just don’t green out on me, you know I can’t handle when other people puke.”

“Mmhm not like it would be payback for the time you-“

“Hey! Be nice,” Denali cried out, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “you said you’d never mention that again.”

Rosé laughed, fighting off a yawn. “You know I still love you.”

“Yeah, you better,” Denali retorted, “seems like you’re getting sleepy. One more and what do you say we lay down and try to get some sleep?”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Rosé took one more long drag before handing it back off to Denali.

“How do you feel?” Denali asked once the joint was put out.

“Sleepy but not sleepy enough,” Rosé sighed, the tears returning, “I just want to sleep.”

Denali tutted softly, making himself comfortable and opening his arms for Rosé to slot himself into. Despite being almost a foot taller, Rosé managed to make himself small against Denali, tangling their legs together. “I’ll stay up with you, okay? As long as you’re still awake, I will be too.”

“Nali, you don’t have to-“

“But I want to,” Denali whispered soothingly, “I want to.”

“Okay, but-“

“No, buts. I’ll be right here, okay?”

Rosé nodded, “okay.”

Kissing the top of Rosé’s head, Denali smiled. “I love you.”

Suddenly relaxed, Rosé found himself starting to nod off, the combination of the weed in his system,being so warm pressed against Denali, and knowing that he was loved and cared for no matter what started to lull him to sleep. “I love you too,” he replied just as he started to fall into twilight.

[maddiem4-writes]

Reposado - Chapter 18

Outside, the teachers were utterly failing to maintain any other social social structure than raw anarchy. Whatever groups we were clearly supposed to organize into were anybody’s guess. A few students stayed put (for what? Extra credit? Embarrassing), but most of us were just running riot in the parking lot. I had no trouble getting to Mara, who was sitting on the big rock - the one that was almost as tall as either of us, but could be climbed pretty easily from any side, and had a bit of shade from a nearby pine tree.

Mara saw me, hopped down, and hugged me tight. I hugged her back for a moment, and then we stood holding each other at arms length. Her perfume hit me on a delay in that moment, and I stood there grinning and dizzy. I spoke first, shakily but honestly. “You have… no idea… how glad I am to see you right now, Mars. I really am.”

She looked back sheepishly. “Yeah. Sorry about bailing on you like that. I hit my limit and had to leave.”

I shook my head. “Nah, it’s okay. I’m kinda doin’ the same thing right now. I get it. Good news, though. Cassie’s awake. Not doin’ great, but she’s awake.”

Mara nodded in acknowledgement, and Citrine leaned over to be more visible from behind Cassie. “Oh, we know, I told Ms. Langley already. It gives me a lot more hope than I had an hour ago.”

I nodded. “Right, of course. Linked souls and shit. Of course you’d know at a distance.”

Citrine just stared at me with an eerie, neutral expression. “Yes. Any distance, in fact.”

Mara perked up a little. “Any distance?” She seemed a little lost in thought about that. “Nifty.”

I just shook my head. “Guys, it’s great that she’s managed to acheive consciousness and all that, I’m fuckin’ winded from breathing a sigh of relief here, but from where I’m standing, we still have some serious unsolved problems about getting her out of the bathroom without getting caught. Reminder, we bike to school and back. Being able to whisper a teeny bit is one thing, but I saw how Cassie was doing, even just on the outside, not counting any kinda magical gut injuries or whatever, and her chances of getting anywhere on a bike reside somewhere between fuck off and blow me.” I shifted on my feet, suddenly feeling uncomfortably loud. “…in my humble opinion, anyhow.”

Mara shrugged. “Even if she could ride horses, it’s not a subtle way to get from one place to another. And who could I even borrow without getting caught? We’re literally just taking care of showhorses right now. They’re showy.” I raised an eyebrow. “What? I’m contributing. And Clyde is a very good boy.”

“Oh, don’t tell me he’s a -“

“Clydesdale, yep.” Mara cut me off mid-protest. She stared off in the distance, and said dramatically, “he’s leaving before summer starts, born for a colder world than these Arabian stallions below. The northern tribes await his return to light their skies.” Then she laughed, in a silly, beautiful way.

I chuckled along with her. “You’re a dork, Mars.”

She shot back, “takes one to know one, Myers!” But she blushed a little. I saw it.

For a moment, I almost lost consciousness in shock and pain as a full spread of tiny little daggers gashed into my bare foot. I didn’t even think to scream, I just crumpled. The pain let up almost immediately, but I do think it mainly got me so bad because I didn’t expect it. Citrine glared up at me, unrepentant little culprit. “Will you please focus for a single minute, kittens?”

I wasn’t doing much focusing. I fell sideways on the ground. Damn, she got me good. I was bleeding all over my… oh shit, I’d managed to bluff my way through that whole line with blood soaked into my jacket cuffs. Well, I had an alibi for the blood now. I’d have to come up with something for the shoes.

“What’d you do that for? Even for a cat, that’s pretty bloodthirsty, kitty.”

“I am a hunter, a beautiful heartbound to my witch, and I will be respected! You are all so helpless and scattered at this age, how did you ever survive?”

Shit. At this rate, I wouldn’t be able to ride a bike. How was I gonna get home?

“You know, I’ve heard of people who hunt feet. Even I know not to go to that part of the internet.”

We needed wheels. An actual car. Real wheels.

“I have seen that part of the internet, kitten, and it is nothing but miles and miles of pictures of your mother’s dirty ape paws.”

Who did we know who had wheels? We all biked.

“You’re on thin ice, kitty. Nice cats don’t insinuate that my mother is a whore.”

Oh shit. Yeah. For the Engasmic parties. It was awful, but a ride is a ride. Which was maybe not the best phrasing to be using right now.

“At least she’d be a whore with a vehicle. We need a smoke roller. Do you really not have any-“

“I know who we should ask,” I said, sitting up and wincing. That would sting for a bit. “It’s not without tradeoffs. But it’d be a trusted friend, a dependable vehicle, and he might be able to spin things if run into trouble. I wouldn’t normally think about it, but I think it’s worth the humiliation. Hear me out.”

Mara’s eyes went wide with sudden realization. “Ohhh no. You can’t be serious.”

“Dead fuckin’ serious, Mars. What’s your Plan B on this?”

She shook her head. “Pleeease, not the… oh don’t even make me say it, girl.”

Citrine flicked her tail in newfound and eager curiosity. “Why the hesitation? It sounds perfect. What is this vehicle, kittens, that you dread it so?”

Mara glared daggers at me. “You say it.”

I stood up and stretched my neck. I wasn’t even a fan of this plan, but what else could we do? At least Caleb was a chill guy, but he wouldn’t like this either. He hated that fuckin’ car.

I shook my head one last miserable time. “I regret to be saying these words, but there’s no other way. Bitches, we’re engaging the Engasmotron."

[dmwrites]

(Cousin fic to this)

Pearl missed Tilly.

That was something concrete to grab a hold of. Everything else was chunks of memory, chunks of confusion, a feeling of being here and there and nowhere at all.

This wasn’t how a victor was supposed to act.

That’s what she kept telling herself. Victors walked around with their chest puffed out and smiled at all the clapping and cheering. But most victors usually got a moment of stunned silence, that trickling sensation of “holy shit I won”. All Pearl got was an explosion ripping through the bindings of two souls.

She kept to herself when she got back, but still had a few visitors.

——

Grian came by with her prize for winning- an everlasting chrysanthemum flower in a vase.

“Well, two, actually. I tried to give Scott one and he said you were the only winner, so…”

Pearl nodded, taking both delicate flowers and putting them in a nearby windowsill before returning to her armchair by the fire. Grian sat across from her, frowning.

“Pearl, are you okay?”

“I miss Tilly.”

Grian sighed. “I’m sorry.” He looked at her closer. “That’s not all that’s going on though, is it.”

Pearl shook her head no but stayed silent for a moment, playing with the gold and red blanket around her, one Grian had made for her ages ago after the first life game. The one he won.

“Does it ever really feel like winning?” Pearl asked suddenly.

Grian hesitated, and there was a sadness in his eyes that felt too personal to see. “Not really, no. I’m so sorry Pearl.”

——

Gem came by every single day, without fail. She just sat by Pearl’s side the first few days, chatting away about a build or in silence. Then it was little things to do, like making flower crowns or insisting Pearl brain her hair.

“It’s so weird, living with you two right now is like I walked into a funeral and tried to order an iced coffee or something.”

“‘You two’? Who, me and Impulse?” Pearl hasn’t seen Impulse since she’d killed him and his soulmate in the forest. She had laughed and stepped in his blood, she remembered that.

“Yeah, I just talked to Impulse before coming over here, actually. He’s been awake for a week, digging and working and stuff. If I see him awake still tonight I’m going to literally hit him over the head until he passes out.” Gem sighed, handing Pearl some soup she’d been cooking up. “Both of you seem to be in a bad funk.”

“What about Scott?” Pearl asked, holding the soup bowl in her hands and holding it up to her face for warmth.

Gem sighed. “Honestly, haven’t heard or seen him since he got back. But he’s pretty far away, even if he’s my closest neighboring empire. But I’ve heard rumors he isn’t doing well either.”

“Good.” Pearl muttered. She took a sip of soup and then sighed. “I don’t mean that. It’s just the games. Scott’s lovely.”

Gem hummed in agreement. Pearl knew Gem was at a bit of a loss- she was usually the little sister of the three of them, and now she was dealing with two shaken friends whose feelings she would probably never understand fully. Pearl stood up suddenly, and wrapped Gem in a hug, all blanket and hair. Gem hugged her right back, and Pearl wished she could tell her how much it meant for Gem to be here, to be her friend. Maybe one day she’d explain it to her. Maybe.

——

Pearl sat under one of the big mushrooms by her base, wrapped in a blanket and watching the sun set. A small figure came out onto the bridge below and took off towards spawn- it was Impulse, she saw him look at her as he passed by. She wondered where he was going- maybe to Bdubs? She couldn’t imagine what a weird situation that was. Hadn't they gotten married early on in double life? Pearl entertained herself for a moment imagining them trying to convince Xisuma to divorce them.

Pearl sighed, hand reaching out to scratch Nugget the cat’s head. It was odd, being alone like this. It wasn’t double life alone. Double life alone was cold, cruel, tears drying in a dog’s fur. Alone here was soft lights and purring cats and leftover soup in her fridge with a little note from Gem telling her how to best heat it again.

Pearl was a victor. Her victory was two-fold: one was being the last one standing in a bitter battle field, and the other was realizing just how loved she was. It was a bittersweet knowledge.