#come off anon let's have a fight where i tie u up and tell u why i hate julian in painful detail and u have to listen. verbally

[lightwood-carstairs]

You little bitch. Stfu I saw the posts in which you shared hate about julian. We all know you'd be banned by now if it were another character. BUT NOOOO nobody be protecting julian and so you say all that bs. I hope you have a great time in hell. Actually, on a second thought, I hope you suffer for enternity. Even that is not enough for y'all filth bags. This is for every julian hater in existence not just you. Sending pain ❤️

✨Fuck Julian Atticus Blackthorn✨

Oh and it's E T E R N I T Y I see you can't spell

[gongustheawsome01]

May we have Vicky lore? She’s so cool I have to know more! ;u;

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK OF HER!!!! BUCKLE IN ANON!!!!

So before becoming a vampire Vicky herself was actually a vampire hunter and came from a bloodline FULL of em. She was in a pretty wealthy family ( vampire hunting business was doing pretty good ) and her family themself were very kind to both her and her sister. Pretty much no problems at all!!

Until one unexpected night it seemed as if one vampire had enough of the family's business and attacked in the night. Vicky and her sister woke up to crashing noises and what seemed like fighting downstairs they went down and saw both of their parents struggling to fend off the vampire.

Vicky was sure enough she'd had enough vampire slaying training and attempted to rush in to save her parents.. Though she did get a good enough hit to get the beast to leave. She herself was bit. Her family now fearful of what may happen to them if they still attempt to raise Vicky fled. But not without her mother promising to her that they will find a cure.

Vicky was now left to learn how to raise herself and to cope with her new vampire life and the fact her family left. Years later she still lives in the manor she was abandoned in. Despite the many visits of both vampire hunters and real estate agents she still managed to make it by in this life of hers.

EXTRA : How her and Sticks became friends.

She has really only one true ( human ) friend and that's Sticks. He seemed like any other sucker trying to get big bucks by convincing her to sell her manor but when she went down to give him a scare SHE THOUGHT HIS OUTFIT WAS REALLY COOL!!! I mean all the other agents just wore the same stupid black suit and colored tie all of them were so basic.. She'd never see someone wear something so orange! She ended up calling off the scaring session to ask him where he buys his clothes and they talked for about one hour before Sticks realized he was talking to a literal vampire.

( He ran out of the house screaming like a girl but ended up coming back and now they're super awesome friends)

Also here's some fun facts because again i've been dying to tell people about Vicky

-She has little bat pets that started appearing around the house after about 1 week of being a vampire at first it was two and she tried hitting them with a broom but as more and more came she just got used to them and they've all kinda become her minions.

-Her sister is still alive but her parents are now dead. Her sister has practically given up trying to find a way to cure Vicky/ kill the original vampire that bit her and has resorted to attempting to hunt her and "end her suffering."

-The reason she pranks Peppino so much is because one time he thought her manor was another one of pizza heads tricks and literally crashed through the whole thing and nearly killed her before he realized that casket he just crashed into did not contain some cheesy pizza boy with pepperoni on the side but instead a VERY REAL vampire ready to kill him. She however let him go on account of he was so pathetic it'd be just sad to kill him even with the little amount of empathy she has. But she still annoys him and bothers him to get back at him for wrecking her manor and hurting some of her minions ( bats. )

-Shes kinda like the noise but less annoying she often does play pranks but they're more psychological and thought out than some silly air horn or water bucket don't get me wrong it's no SAW trap or I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream creation. But oh boy you'd be screaming as loud as peppino if you saw THAT many tarantulas in YOUR room.

-Shes actually pretty mean I'm not gonna lie to you. But she's that kinda mean where it's charming at the same time and makes you interested in her but still mean enough to the point where you'd say. "I hope peppino sneaks garlic into your food one day."

[commanderserwin]

payback!

↦ pairing(s): levi ackerman x reader

↦ word count: 1.5k

↦ anon request: 

Hi! Can I get a request where y/n teases Levi all day during training & he ends up taking her into his office to go rough & crazy on her?

↦ author’s note(s): hey, hello! thank you for requesting!! i hope you like this ♡

ps. im sorry if i didn’t make it ~nsfw~ & i also changed it up a lil if u squint hard

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Levi glared. 

He glared at you from across the desk as you barged into his office, spilling the tea that he was drinking on to his pants. He inhaled loudly, looking at the tiny spill that was seeping through the material and to you, as you crossed your legs over the chair with a book on your hand. Gasping, you mouthed a little ‘Sorry,’ as you busied yourself with the book. He pushed himself off of the chair, patting the tea with his fingers with a scratch paper and threw it over near the door. When he passed by you, he tucked your hair behind your ear, kissed your head, and whispered, “Don’t barge in my office like that.” 

He was enjoying his quiet morning, with his tea, and the shit ton of documents, and it all ceased to exist when he spilled his tea. He liked your company, but most times you were a distraction. He just wasted two minutes trying to fix his pants, while you happily read on your book right in front of his desk. He sighed, focusing back to the documents that needs to be reviewed and signed. He began scribbling quietly, reading the words with his eyes, his hand looking for his teacup, and just as when he was about to put it to his lips, you closed your book with a loud thud, that made him jump slightly, spill again. 

Levi glared. 

Forcefully placing the teacup on the table, not even bothering to set aside at how you formed your mouth into an ‘O’ then smiling again, as you mouthed, ‘Sorry.’

“What the hell?”

“Sorry,” you repeated, placing the book on his desk. You smiled sheepishly, pointing at his wet crotch, “Maybe you should go change that.” 

“That’s the second time.” 

“I know,” you said sympathetically, stretching right in front of him. He glared at your every move while you smiled at the whole ordeal. Annoying Lev, really was your favorite thing to do. There’s joy in teasing him, as his brows furrowed and pursed lips, you couldn’t but think that he looks... cute. If it was another person, he’d surely be ready to defend himself that he does not look cute. Cute is far away from his steel grey eyes as it burned holes on the back of head as you headed towards the door. You turned around, “Come out soon, we’ve got to train the new cadets.” 

Since both superiors, both of you are stuck with training the new recruits. Levi barked orders left and right, threatening the young brats who were doing this wrong, while you quietly helped and instructd the ones who needed help. Both of you watched as they continued training, both bored out of your minds, eyeing the new ones train. Levi stood beside, hands behind his back, as he tilted his head, "Shall we have a go?" 

"What?" You turned your head to him, copying his movements. 

"Train." 

"We just did... earlier?"

"Show these brats how we do it." 

It sounded so weird in your head, that you bit on your lip, a little bit confused to what is happening. If Levi could stay out of his way doing something, he would. Yet, here he was, inviting you for a practice challenge. Levi's not all boring and stoic, he's also... playful. At times, when he's in the mood but not always. 

You didn't miss the glint of his eyes when he smirked, showing off how he stretched. 

"Okay, fine," you nodded, considering the fact that he's all ready. Two can play that game. "What could go wrong?"

Payback, Levi thought, for ruining his best pants from the tea earlier. 

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Mischievious. 

That's what Levi would often describes you. It attracted him to ends, the complete opposite of him. He would resist smiling to himself whenever he would find you in some antics of yours, quietly busying yourself inside his office. Despite the differences, he is no indiffirent to the tricks up of your sleeves. Levi doesn't get annoyed easily, his calm demeanour always on display. 

But this time was different. 

He blocked every single one of your attacks, yet he always ending up on the ground with you straddling over his defeated body. 

The reason? The flirtatous advances you've made to him makes him lose his focus, his mind fighting over if he likes it or if he despises it. He doesn't understand how he could always lose his stance, he's a grown ass man, he shouldn't be amazed at how soft your breasts were when his arm would accidentally make contact with it. For fuck's sake, he's seen you naked, and has touched you a lot. This time now, you've been blocking and punching left and right, locking him in a headlock, and now you're again straddling his hips, with a haughty smirk on your face as you crossed your arms, still sitting on him. 

"Give up?" 

"Not a chance." 

Payback, he thought again, but he feels like he's going to lose at his own game.

Levi pushed you up gently, now circling at each other. Finally, Levi advanced and surprised you, closing in your arms as he wrapped it around his hand, your back on his chest. He panted, holding you tightly. He groaned, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as you ever so slightly rubbed your ass on his front, taking advantage of how he was holding you. You are literally the death of him. You turned your head towards him, your mouth close to his cheek, as you smirked, "Is this your way of telling me how you'd like it later when everybody is asleep?" 

The things running through his mind, he thought, primarily on how he is actually going to fuck-.

Levi breathed deeply, hindering himself to say something that everybody could hear. The most that he could do was tighten his hold on you, as if to say 'Enough,' yet you just squirmed, rightfully doing what you just did to him a fews seconds ago. He felt your hands take his off of your arms, as you pulled away, mocking him with a sweet, innocent smile, knowing what it does to him. 

"Should we go for another round?"

"Tch." Levi walked away, shaking his head, trying to get the image of you pressed to the wall, just like how you imagined. 

He turned around, crossing his arms over his chest as he called you, "Oi! Come here!" 

He waited for you, while you assisted a cadet, watching you hold out their arm, offering a hair-tie to the girl to tame their hair as you instructed correctly. You walked towards him after, a skip in your step, as you stared right back at him with teasing eyes. 

"Yes, Captain Levi?"

"Come to my office tonight."

Mischievous. That's what you are. 

The Captain waited for you at his office, getting ready for the bed, as he took off his cravat, his jacket, harnesses, and unbuttoned some to let some air in his shirt. Thankfully, his workload was easy and he got to spent a little time relaxing as best as he could. He got up to his feet when somebody knocked on his door. Opening it, he pulled you inside, connecting his lips to yours.

There you were smirking against his lips, "Eager, are we?" 

You closed the door behind you, watching him drag his feet as he sat on his desk. He crossed his arms, eyes squinted and impassive as you took a sit across from him. 

"You think that was a good idea," he whispered darkly, "teasing me during training?" 

You blinked as you feigned innocence, "I wasn't teasing."

"Oh, you weren't?" Levi asked, standing up and walking towards you as you crossed your legs. You looked up, feeling so... hot at just by the way he was looking at you. You watched his chest rise and fall, hoping for a glimpse of what he's thinking. "Get up." 

You looked at him, eyes wondering over at his face. "Why should I?"

"You're getting on my nerves," he whispered, crouching down to match your level, as you tiled your head. "Don't you want to know how I'd take you?" 

You stood up, and being so close to him made you feel nervous. The good nervous, excited to see how this will all turn out. You wrapped one arm around his shoulder, as you wrapped another on his back. You leaned on him, lips touching for quick second, until he held you by the hips. 

"Show me," you whispered, feeling his hold on you tightening, "Which wall would you pref-."

In a blink, Levi's got your legs wrapped around his hips, as you grinned, feeling the wall against your back. He connected his lips to yours in one swift move, feeling his chapped lips over yours, as you smirked into the kiss. You tightened your legs around him, as he unbuttoned your shirt, and slowly slid it over your shoulders. He chuckled lowly, thinking of he lost his head in his own little game whenever he would brush against your breasts. 

Mischievious, he thought. 

Levi didn't realize that he was fully looking, until he felt you shake in laughter, and he blushed a little. You raised your brow with a smile on your face, "Is that what made you lose?"

[thisaliennerd]

so true blaine, sam and britt are autistic!! but post about it i wanna know why u think that

I literally only needed one person to ask me this, so thank you for being that person, anon! Britt is very self-explanatory, and Sam is also pretty obvious imo (although I do have lots of notes on him too), but since I think Blaine needs a little bit more explaining, here is my evidence as to why I think he’s autistic.

First of all, let’s look at some of the common symptoms of autism in adults:

Difficulty interpreting what others are thinking or feeling

Trouble interpreting facial expressions, body language, or social cues

Difficulty regulating emotion

Trouble keeping up a conversation

Inflection that does not reflect feelings

Difficulty maintaining the natural give-and-take of a conversation; prone to monologues on a favorite subject

Tendency to engage in repetitive or routine behaviors

Only participates in a restricted range of activities

Strict consistency to daily routines; outbursts when changes occur

Exhibiting strong, special interests

I think Blaine exhibits all or almost all of these things throughout the show, so let’s go through the list, point by point (with examples):

First, difficulty interpreting what others are thinking or feeling. Blaine is very bad at this, especially romantic feelings. He doesn’t catch on to Kurt or Tina having crushes on him for way too long even though neither of them are subtle about it. He also doesn’t seem to pick up on most of Sebastian’s stuff. He seems to be aware that he’s hitting on him, but he doesn’t seem to be aware of his rivalry with Kurt or any of his malicious intent. Every time he and Kurt get into a fight he needs Kurt to explicitly tell him what’s wrong. 

Second, trouble interpreting facial expressions, body language, or social cues. Blaine is TERRIBLE at this. He doesn’t understand sarcasm, he can never tell when people are lying to him, he often doesn’t understand how to talk to his peers, and he has no idea when people are uncomfortable. I have so many examples for this and the first point, but here’s just a small sample: s2e12 (22:15) - not getting that Jeremiah was very uncomfortable with the song, s5e9 (37:20) - when he’s named valedictorian instead of Artie or Tina, he apologizes to them and says that he thinks that things get handed to him, they sarcastically say they haven’t noticed, and Blaine believes them, s5e14 (15:10) - when he asks Kurt if he’s smothering him, and Kurt lies and says no, he believes him even though Kurt is a terrible liar, and (my favorite example of this) in s6e5 (40:15) - saying that he should thank Sue for trapping them in that elevator because now he and Kurt are just friends, and she says, “So thank me” and he actually says thank you (followed by Kurt saying, “Don’t actually thank her!” - amazing).

Third, difficulty regulating emotion. Blaine is very bad at regulating his emotions, especially negative ones. Most notably, anger. Blaine has intense angry outbursts, which will tie in later. Examples of this: season 3 episode 8 (13:50) - getting into a fight with Sam, season 5 episode 14 (26:50 and 27:20) - yelling at Elliot, and season 3 episode 15 (22:35) - outburst at Cooper.

Fourth, trouble keeping up a conversation. Blaine frequently talks about how he’s bad at communication and talking to people, especially about feelings, outside of song. He often has to sing to say bad news or confess things. Examples of this: Singing to tell Kurt about him cheating (s4e4 - 14:30), singing to confess his feelings to Sam (s4e17 - 21:15), singing to tell Kurt he’s not in June’s showcase (s5e20 - 10:40). When he is confronted by a conversation that makes him uncomfortable or that he wasn’t prepared for, he often has to shut down to think about it. Examples of this are when Kurt confesses his crush in season 2 episode 12 (30:40), Sam telling him he knew about Blaine’s crush in season 4 episode 17 (37:10), and the Frat Boy Physicals incident in season 5 episode 16 (21:05).

Fifth, inflection that does not reflect feelings. Generally, Blaine seems to be pretty good at this, especially in comparison to Brittany, but when he gets upset, he does sometimes get weirdly monotoned or just puts on a strange tone of voice. The best example of this I have is in season six, episode four (9:40 and 10:10).

Sixth, difficulty maintaining the natural give-and-take of a conversation; prone to monologues on a favorite subject. This is definitely true, especially when he gets upset about things. Season 5 episode 7 has the best examples of this, he starts by trying to lead the glee club in Mr. Shue’s absence, but he ends up coming on too strong and speaking over his peers (00:40). Next, when Kurt implies that he’s being a puppet master, he gets very upset, and keeps focusing on and coming back to that, even when Kurt tries to change the subject (6:45), and finally, he starts ranting to Brad, and cuts him off when Brad tries to chime in with his problems (11:40). 

Seventh, tendency to engage in repetitive or routine behaviors. Blaine has the most consistent clothing and presentation out of anyone in the show, and as seen in season 3 episode 15 (17:15 and 38:10) and in season 5 episode 6 (28:15), Blaine has been dressing like this and doing his hair the same way since he was a kid. He even owns the same shirt in multiple colors (season 5 episode 6: 27:25). In season 4 episode 17, he talks to Sam about how his daily routine and how he walks the exact same way from class every day (00:45). This is also the first time Blaine mentions efficiency, he measures his routine down to the second, and it being efficient is really important to him. This comes back in season 5 episode 14 when he’s trying to make the loft more efficient (23:05). He also reveals in season 5 episode 20 that he needs to measure the stage before performing in order to improv (7:30).

Eighth, only participates in a restricted range of activities. Now you may be thinking, but Miriam, this doesn’t apply, wasn’t he president of like every club his senior year? Yes, he was, but this actually doesn’t disprove this one. He still really is focused on a few activities like glee club, student council, and school in general. He only signs up for the other clubs in a time of crisis, and he’s never seen doing anything outside of school in college or in seasons 2 or 3 (except for his special interests). And as these are all school clubs, that meet on school grounds, they’re still in his comfort zone. 

Ninth, strict consistency to daily routines, and outbursts when changes occur. So we’ve talked about his routines, what happens when they’re broken? In season 5 episode 14, Blaine attempts to set routines with Kurt, making him breakfast every day, scheduling their days rigorously, etc., which leads Kurt to feeling smothered, but Blaine tells Elliot that he feels like he doesn’t know how to communicate. He feels very uncomfortable with the change of living in New York and the shift in the power dynamic between them. This is reinforced a few episodes later in episode 16, when these issues come back. In addition, episode 16 has an example of Blaine having an outburst when a short-term plan is disrupted. He and Kurt had planned to walk to class together, and Kurt had bailed without telling him, and Blaine gets very upset (23:05). Another example of this is when he finds Tina and Sam making out in season 5 episode 10 (24:45, 29:30). Their plans were disrupted, and he has an outburst/meltdown. Another example of long-term routines being disrupted is in season 3 episode 8. Sam has just come back to McKinley, and immediately, Sam and Blaine dislike each other. They’re both trying to choreograph and don’t like each other’s ideas, and they get into a fight that gets physical. Both of them are having an outburst due to the other invading the other’s space and routines (13:50). This then becomes an example of point three, as Blaine is seen boxing (physical reaction) to regulate his emotions (effectively stimming), which he also does in season 3 episode 15 when he’s angry at Cooper (26:40).

Finally, exhibiting strong, special interests. This one is probably the easiest to prove. Blaine’s special interests include show choir (he knows everything about it, he even reads the show choir blogs - s5e11: 6:50), boxing (he started a fight club at Dalton - s3e8: 14:00), Broadway (when he coaches the Warblers, Karofsky mentions that it’s pulling teeth to get Blaine to use any music that’s not Broadway - s6e3: 00:25), piano, and even music in general. To give some specific examples, Blaine is also known for having some shorter-term interests that he gets just as invested in, the best examples of this are puppet making (I know, I know, but it applies, he gets so into it for that week) from season 5 episode 7, dressing up as a superhero (no neurotypical person could do Nightbird, please) from season 4 episode 7 and season 5 episode 10 (16:45), and star wars fanfiction (he and Sam have a whole conversation about how ewoks are obviously polygamists) from season 5 episode 15 (5:20 and 26:35).

Blaine also has some other general traits. If you’ve ever watched him sing, he is constantly bouncing on his toes. He’s prone to incredibly intense eye contact, and is very sensitive to criticism, rejection, and public embarrassment (Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria - I have too many examples of this to name). Little things that could be interpreted as sensory overload: season 5 episode 7 - hating loud chaotic environments, and lashing out because of it (00:35 and 00:55) and season 6 episode 5 - where he’s the first to say that they should just kiss to get out of Sue’s elevator because he’s getting very hot (29:00). In season 6 episode 1 during the break up scene, Kurt says that Blaine initiated a 3 hour fight about Kurt getting toothpaste on a towel (21:30), which is not neurotypical behavior, and Blaine responds in a way that indicates that it really bothered him. He’s an actor seemingly a very talented one, something that would make sense if he’d been masking his whole life. Finally, he has a very deep connection with Sam, who is clearly neurodivergent. He and Britt are the only people who understand Sam, and there are multiple times where Blaine knows how to calm Sam down when no one else can.

Now there’s also a case to be made about him having a terrible childhood and having some trauma from that, (I strongly believe that he feels like he has to be doing things for people in order for them to love him because of Cooper) but I also think that this is pretty compelling evidence.

The episodes that I found the most evidence in if you want to look for yourself are season 2 episode 12, season 4 episode 11 (this one’s also good for Sam), season 5 episodes 7, 14, 16, and 20, and season 6 episodes 1 and 5.

[galaxyofmyown]

could u do a fic where reader is scared that hotch is cheating on them and hotch learns that its bc their past partners had cheated?

anon, i think i may scream. not because of your request (it is lovely and original and i like it). but i think my brain is bye-bye GONE. this took me like four days to write for literally no reason. so i’m writing this note to apologize in advance for errors or literally just bad writing. brain-machine say no. but PLEASE! feel free to send another request and i promise i will craft it as the gods crafted man (well, i’ll try). AHHHHHH. i hope you enjoy anyways!! :))))))

NOTE: I FINALLY MADE IT GENDER-NEUTRAL THOUGH AHAHAHA

aaron hotchner x reader - i know not

“Hey, baby,” Hotch says over the phone. It’s almost midnight and you’re alone in your bed once again.

“Hey, Aaron. How’s the case going?” You ask. You’re curled up under your clean sheets, freshly showered and in your favorite sleep clothes. But for some reason, you don’t feel comfortable at all.

“It’s… coming along. I should be home in a day or two.” He says. He sounds genuinely tired, and you trust this man with all of you, or at least you try to. Sometimes, though, you can’t help but get paranoid, the darker memories creeping in, clouding your vision.

“Okay. I love you.” You say softly.

“I love you more. And I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I understand.”

“You are extraordinary, (Y/N).”

“Ditto, Agent. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Love you.” He says again, easing your worry.

“Love you too. Stay safe.”

You plug in your phone and set it on your bedside table. Your room is lit only by one small lamp, and you stare at your ceiling. Your mind wanders even though you did not give it permission to do that. Usually, Hotch asks you to watch Jack part-time when he’s on a case, but in the last couple instances he assured you that Jessica could take care of him. It was probably nothing, but you couldn’t help but jump to a worst-case scenario. Were you getting cheated on again? Or was he about to break up with you?

No. Bad (Y/N). Stop.

But he was always so annoyingly vague about his cases. What if, and we’re just spitballing here, what if he isn’t even on a case when he says he is? What if he finishes the case, and rather than going home to you, he goes to some other person’s house? 

You sit up in bed, suddenly wide awake. You know you’re being ridiculous, but you can’t help it. Aaron is a great guy. He loves you. He wouldn’t even cheat if he didn’t love you. He wouldn’t do that to anyone. You’re reaching for your phone before you can convince yourself not too.

“Hello?”

Just hearing Hotch’s voice makes you feel better.

“Hi. Sorry. I didn’t mean to call you.” You say.

“Are you sure? Is something wrong?” He asks, and his concern makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

“No, everything’s fine. Sorry again. Goodnight.” You hang up before he can probe more.

You sigh and walk to the kitchen to get a snack. You don’t think you’ll be getting much sleep tonight.

---

You wake up at 7:30 the next morning for work, your eyelids drooping and feet dragging. You make coffee in your biggest travel mug before heading out. Your day at the publishing house is slow and you think it’s a miracle it ends at all. You check your phone as you’re leaving the building and you see a text from Hotch.

Agent: Hey (Y/N). I’ll be home tonight around 8. Want to come over? Jack will be home and I know he misses you as much as I do.

You smile like an idiot and quickly respond that you’ll be there on the dot. You’re walking to your parking space when a familiar silver sedan passes you.

“I know not.” You say, your suspicions confirmed by the familiar license plate. You rush to your car before you start crying in the middle of the parking lot.

Why else would he lie to you and pretend he wasn’t back yet? Was he going to his place to meet someone right now? You start your car and pull out of the lot before you lose your nerve. You don’t know what you’ll say, but you have to confront him. You had your suspicions in your last relationship, but you ignored them. The only good that did was give you four more months of ignorant bliss before you realized you were being cheated on yet again.

You’re shaking by the time you pull up to his apartment building. You climb the stairs with the nervous anticipation you used to get as a kid when you had to get a shot. You have a moment's pause before you reach the door, your knock strong despite the weakness in your knees.

Hotch is still in his suit when he opens the door, but his tie is loose and his jacket is wrinkled.

“(Y/N). Wh-what are you doing here?” He asks, looking more confused than anything else.

“What are you doing here? You said you wouldn’t be back for hours. What am I supposed to think when you drive by me in your car when you’re meant to be four states over?”

Hotch still hasn’t opened the door enough for you to see inside, which all but confirms your worst fears.

“(Y/N), I can explain what-”

“Hotch,” You can’t call him Aaron right now, “Just tell me. Is there someone else?” You say, voice breaking. Aaron’s face can’t hide his emotions. His eyebrows furrow and he tilts his head up at you in that condescending way you hate.

“(Y/N). No. Why would you think that?” He says, but his voice isn’t reassuring. If anything, it’s angry.

“Can you blame me for feeling a little insecure, Hotch? You’ve been home three days out of the last two weeks. You don’t want me watching Jack in your apartment all of a sudden. You lie about whether or not you’re home? Is this the first time you came home without telling me, or is this something you’ve been doing. Do you laugh when I believe you?” You’re lashing out and you know it, but you can’t help the way your voice rises as you let out all of your pent-up feelings.

Hotch is silent, staring intently at your face. You know his profiling look, and this isn’t it. This is his boyfriend look. He’s concerned, but guarded, analyzing his best move. The amazing thing about Hotch, the thing you love about Hotch, is that he’s always determining the best move that will make you happy.

After a moment of tense quiet, he sighs in resignation and opens the door all the way.

His apartment is a mess. Clothes everywhere, dishes stacked in and around his sink, overflowing trash bags strewn about.

“Oh,” you say, tilting your head and willing yourself not to pass judgment, “hmm.”

Hotch looks sheepish.

“I, I’ve been having a tough couple of weeks. That’s why I lied about when I was getting back. I wanted some time to clean.” He says.

“You could’ve just told me.” You point out, and he nods.

“I know, I know, and I should have. I don’t know what I’m so afraid of. It’s just the thought of you thinking of me as weak…” He trails off, and your anger dissipates. 

“Aaron, baby,” You say, taking his face in your hands, “I love you. I know who you are. You’re the strongest man I know. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me for help. I would do anything for you.” You whisper your last statement, and yet it still carries the most force. Hotch leans into your touch.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I love you,” He pauses, at a loss for words, “I love you.”

You huff out a laugh.

“You already said that.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

You hug him, and he melts into your arms. 

“I could’ve watched Jack at my place, you know. It doesn’t bother me at all.” You say, leading him over to the couch (and clearing off some clothes as you do so.). He rests his head in your lap.

“I didn’t want to ask that of you. You work a full-time job, and I know you didn’t sign up for being his babysitter-”

“Hey. No. When I started seeing you Jack became just as important part of my life as you are. I would drop everything for both of you.”

You notice Hotch’s eyes are getting red, and you stroke your hand through his hair.

“I adore you, (Y/N). You are absolutely amazing. And sometimes the thought of you leaving is so scary that I shut down.” He says.

“I get it. I just want you to know I’m all in.”

“I know you are. I am too.”

Both of you just sit there for a moment, basking in one another’s company.

“Speaking of scared,” you begin to say, and Hotch sits up to look at you, “I’m sorry I accused you of… you know, cheating.” You’re ashamed. 

“I’m not mad. I’m sorry I was rude to you. I don’t blame you for not trusting me with how I’ve been acting lately.” He says, and you sigh in relief.

“Thank you. I’ve just had bad experiences, so it’s hard sometimes to not get worried.”

“Bad experiences? What do you mean?” Hotch asks, protective mode activated. 

“My last three boyfriends all cheated on me.” You say quietly. Hotch stands up and paces back and forth past the coffee table a few times.

“Aaron?” You ask carefully. He stops when he hears your voice and the tenseness of his shoulders seems to melt away.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, returning to the couch, “how could anyone do that to you?” He asks, taking your hands in his. You don’t know how to respond, so he kisses your forehead.

“Listen to me,” he murmurs, “I would never, ever, in a million years do anything to hurt you like that. Never. You are my world.” He says. You nod, fighting back tears.

“I love you so much.” You say because it’s never enough.

“I love you more.” He responds. You shake your head. Impossible.

“Get up, then.” You say, hopping off the couch.

“Why?” He asks but gets up anyway.

“We’re cleaning. Both of us. And then we’re picking Jack up. Both of us. And then we’re making dinner. Both of us. Got it?”

Hotch smiles and picks up a trash bag.

“Got it.”

[xplrerdolan]

Can we please get a little something about blindfolding Colby and teasing the fuck outta him!! Please and thank you ily- (I’ll be 🐌 anon if that’s ok)

i will be affectionately calling you “snanon” 😌 thank u for the concept btw !!

WARNINGS: smut, submissive!colby, oral (male receiving), slight scratching kink

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Right about now, Colby was regretting agreeing to letting you take control for once. Usually, he had you writhing under him—it’s just what he preferred. But you’d practically begged him to finally let you be in control, just to see if you both liked it. You loved being submissive for him, and that was no secret, but sometimes you just wanted to watch him squirm for you.

So, he’d agreed. Part of him was definitely excited—that much was evident from his raging erection. Another, perhaps larger part of him felt nervous about what to expect. He wasn’t keen on not having control. He found himself nervously pulling on the silk ribbons you’d used to tie him to the headboard, wishing he could lift the blindfold from his eyes just to see what you were doing—the anticipation was getting to him worse than the lack of control.

You were nearly silent as you stalked up to him, barely even letting your feet touch the floor. You wanted to catch him off guard—get his heart racing. And that’s exactly what you did; with the gentlest of touches, you watched his muscles jolt as he flinched away from you out of surprise.

“Fuck, [Y/N], you scared me,” he chuckled, relaxing a bit at your gentle touch, though his breathing remained a bit heavy.

You didn’t respond, you only shushed him. Prior to tying him up, you’d spoken about his limits and designated a safe-word. With all of his limits in mind, you brought your fingers to his neck and slowly applied pressure to the sides, cutting off his airway little by little. Once he was unable to breathe, you waited three seconds before releasing him and watching as he gasped for breath.

“F-fuck,” he muttered, his legs twitching a bit as he registered how good it felt to breathe again. He found himself relaxing more afterward—which might seem counterintuitive. Maybe he should’ve been more tense after you’d cut his airway off. But for one, he trusted you. For another thing, he was surprised by how good it felt—both being choked and the vulnerabillity behind it.

You removed your hands from him entirely, waiting a moment before touching him again. You were pleased when he jumped a bit again at your touch, loving knowing that you could make his heart pound so easily. Your fingers now gently trailed along his inner thigh, just tracing the skin, almost tickling him. He wasn’t laughing, but from the way he licked his lips you could tell it definitely felt nice.

Finally you let your fingers trail up and over his cock, which twitched gleefully under your attention. The muscles in his abdomen flexed as well, and it was a sight you enjoyed greatly. You were getting exactly what you wanted—him squirming for you. Much to your delight, you loved it as much as you’d imagined you would.

You wanted to tease him tonight. Colby loved to make you whine for him, he even loved to mock you for it, but you’d never actually heard him cry out in desperation. You wanted nothing more than to draw that noise out of him.

You moved your hands back down to his thighs, applying a bit of pressure to his skin with your nails before raking them over his skin, leaving red marks. He hissed at the feeling, but after the initial sting, he let out the tiniest moan. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. He seemed to arch towards you, too, making you nearly giggle with satisfaction. You bit your lip to stifle the sound, wanting to remain a mysterious and unpredictable figure to him. The persona seemed to be getting to him, as his cock twitched again without you even being near it.

You crawled onto the bed between his legs, dragging your nails along them from his ankles up to his hips. He whimpered slightly, his head tipping back as he basked in the pleasure your touch brought him. He wasn’t surprised he was enjoying it—he loved when you dug your nails into his back. What did surprise him, however, was how much he loved not knowing what you were going to do next. While the control had been taken out of his hands, it sort of felt nice to relinquish his power for a moment. He found that the more he relaxed into it and just accepted that he was at your mercy, his harder his cock became.

You decided to tease him in the most painful way you knew how—with your tongue. You flicked your hot, wet tongue over the head of his cock, swirling it around the sensitive area. You watched as his lips parted in awe, loving the soft little moans that fell from his mouth. You trailed your tongue over the shaft, paying extra attention to the vein that ran along the underside, watching him bite his lip. At no point did you wrap your lips around him, knowing he wanted nothing more than to feel your entire mouth on him. His hips thrusted a bit, wanting so badly to feel you gag around him like the good girl you were, but you were having none of it.

You delivered a harsh smack to his thigh, glaring at him despite him being blind folded. “I am in control,” you said, your voice hard and dripping with dominance.

You were both shocked when he let out a much deeper moan, clearly very affected by your words. You smirked to yourself, feeling high on the power you had over him. You went back to teasing him with your tongue, not giving him enough at all to build any consistent pleasure. You could see it was torturing him, so you pulled back to murmur, “You could beg, you know.”

He let out a gasping moan, his typically strong voice coming out soft. “Please, baby. Please suck me off, I need you,” he said, the hint of a whine just barely there.

“Good boy,” you praised, finally wrapping your mouth around the tip of his dick before slowly taking him into your throat.

His moans came out in little pants, his arms fighting desperately against their silken restraints. He wanted so badly to pull your hair, hold you in place as he fucked your mouth—not being able to was making him beyond frustrated. You watched his struggle, your pussy throbbing wildly as you fell in love with the image.

You blew him torturously slow, and you knew he wasn’t going to be able to handle this pace for much longer. Proving you right, he begged again, “Please, [Y/N], just a little faster.”

Complying, you gave him even more than that—you didn’t even build up your speed as you started to move your neck up and down, taking him as far back into your throat as you could each time you bobbed down. He cried out in pleasure, his back arching at your touch. You watched his abdomen closely, waiting for the telltale sign that he was close; within minutes, you saw it—the muscles in that area flexing. If that weren’t enough of a hint, the way he started to moan definitely confirmed it. You waited until that last moment, right before he was about to cum, and...

You stopped, removing your touch completely. The head of his cock was an angry red, a sign of its incredible sensitivity. With the slightest touch from you, he would be coming undone. Despite not wanting to break, you couldn’t help but giggle as he groaned in frustration. “Baby, I was so close...”

“I know,” you mused, saying it in a sing-song voice. He groaned again, and this time, it sounded even closer to a whine. You were getting him where you wanted him.

You waited a few moments before spitting into your palm and jerking him the way you knew he liked. Still close to the edge, you built him back up to orgasm before pulling your hand away again, edging him once more. He made a sound in protest, so close to a whine, but not exactly what you were looking for. You could practically hear it, like you knew what it would sound like. You knew you were close to getting him to fulfill your little prophecy.

“Please, let me finish,” he begged, his voice sounding more desperate than before.

“Maybe,” you teased, watching him take in a deep breath.

Once again, you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his length and squeezing it as you jerked him. This time as you worked him up to his orgasm, his legs were shaking a little, the sensitivity and teasing making his mind nearly go numb. Again, you stopped as soon as he was about to cum, and this time he gave you exactly what you were looking for.

“FUCK, [Y/N], baby PLEASE! I feel like I’m gonna cry,” he absolutely, positively, unmistakenly whined, his voice so desperate and full of need that you almost moaned in response.

You gave no hints that he had finally said the magic words, wanting to keep him right where you had him. You brought your hand back to his cock, pumping it ferverently as you watched his body shiver beneath your touch. Every muscle in his body was responding to you, every part of him so focused on release that he’d broken out into a light sweat. Finally, when he was about to cum, you pumped him through his orgasm, his moans nearly deafening as you finally let him cum.

Ropes of cum covered his stomach, chest, and your hand. You watched in awe at how much there was, seeing just from the way he shook that it was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had. You were absolutely enamored by the sight and how he sounded, loving the effect you had on him. You licked the mess he’d made off your hand, off the tip of his cock, and licked every drop on his stomach and chest. By that point, you’d climbed completely over his body, now stradling him, and so you lifted his blindfold off before untying his wrists.

He looked completely fucked out and exhausted. He didn’t even move in the first minute after he was freed. You laid down beside him, a bright and warm smile on your face as you waited for him to calm down. When he opened his eyes and looked at you, he stared at you incredulously before rolling over and curling up into your embrace, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“Did you like it?” you asked softly, bringing a hand up to play with his hair.

“Fuck, [Y/N],” he said for the third time, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “I loved it.”

You hummed in satisfaction, pulling him even closer to you. “Good boy.”

[dccomicsimagines]

Fighting for Your Life - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Requested by Anon -  Will u do a bruce wayne/medium!reader where reader can see ghost? They r dating n during a date, bruce got shot n in a coma where he temporaly become a ghost. She freak out n tries to help him before become permanent. Pls do dis. Tks.

Author’s Note -  I made it Halloween. Hope you don’t mind. 

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“Bruce, are you sure we need to go to this thing? Can’t we just skip it?” You asked as you pulled on the last part of your 1920′s costume. 

“No, we can’t. Lucius would kill me.” Bruce pulled on the suitcoat to his 1920′s gangster outfit. “But I promise we’ll make a quick exit after we made an appearance.” 

You checked yourself in the mirror before coming over to help Bruce with his tie. “And what will we do after that quick exit, Mr. Wayne?” A playful grin grew on your lips. 

Bruce smirked at you. “Oh, I imagine we can find something fun to do. Just the two of us.” He kissed you long and hard. You laughed, loving the feel of him against you. 

Alfred knocked on the door, causing you both to pull away from each other. “Master Bruce, Mx. (Y/N), we must get going or you’ll be late to the party.” 

“Kill joy,” Bruce pouted slightly. 

“Stop it.” You pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth after you finished his tie. The two of you headed out the door to avoid the wrath of Alfred.

***

You got yourself a drink at the bar while Bruce made rounds to make sure he made an appearance. Once again, you were grateful that you were unknown enough that you didn’t need to make the rounds with him. The high society people tired you so.

“Hello,” a man said as he sat down beside you. He was dressed in a nice suit that wasn’t really a costume. You gave him a tight smile. 

“Hi.” You took a sip of your drink, careful not to look at him. 

“I have to say you look wonderful tonight. Are you with someone?” The man turned around to lean against the bar and looked around the room. 

You turned with him, nursing your drink. “I’m with that man over there.” You grinned when you saw Bruce. Bruce saw you were looking at him. He smiled at you with love before turning back to who he was talking.

The man snorted. “Looks like a Wayne.” He frowned. “You might want to get him out of here. There’s going to be trouble.” 

You frowned. “What do you mean?” You glanced over at him as he started to fade away. 

“That waiter has a gun.” The man’s voice was soft before he faded completely. Your eyes widened, looking over at Bruce to see the waiter behind him pull out a gun.

“Bruce!” Your scream echoed throughout the room. He turned to you, frowning at the horror on your face. The gun went off with a loud bang. He fell and all you could do was scream.

***

The beeping of the heart monitor was all you heard as you sat by Bruce’s hospital bed. He looked so pale, so lifeless. Alfred was outside talking to Clark Kent, who came by when he heard the news.

Your heart ached, remembering how the doctors said Bruce was in a coma and how they weren’t sure if he would come out of it. A humorless laugh escaped you. Who would have thought Batman would die as Bruce Wayne? 

You held his hand, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “Oh, Bruce. Please wake up.” You closed your eyes.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Bruce’s voice sounded from beside you. Your eyes snapped open, frowning when you saw Bruce hadn’t moved in front of you. “Am I dead?” 

You turned to see a ghostly form of Bruce standing beside you. “Oh no,” you gasped, checking real Bruce’s pulse. It was still as faint as it had been. “No, you’re not dead.” You turned back to look at ghost Bruce in confusion. 

“But you only see dead people,” ghost Bruce said, staring down at his body in shock.

“I know that, but you’re still alive. Your heart monitor is going, your pulse is still there,” you snapped. The stress getting to you. “This has never happened to me before.” ‘

Ghost Bruce patted your shoulder. You couldn’t feel his touch except for a icy feeling running down your spine. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do this on purpose.” You shivered, looking up at ghost Bruce. “I should have known something weird would happen. Something weird always happens on Halloween.” 

He snorted. “You couldn’t have known I would get shot.” 

“No, but I was warned by a ghost only seconds before.” You frowned. “How did he know about it?” 

“(Y/N), I understand that is curious, but I am wondering how do I get back into my body?” Bruce sounded calm, but you could hear the fear in his voice. 

You bit your lip, squeezed real Bruce’s limp hand. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the same as when I try to get a ghost to move on? We have to finish your unfinished business.” 

Bruce blinked. “Couldn’t I just wake up from a coma to do that?” 

“I don’t know. Why don’t you just wake up?” You got to your feet to stare down at ghost Bruce, frustration and fear getting the better of you. Bruce looked at you with wide eyes. You froze. The blood rushing to your face in shame. “Sorry, this is scaring me. I don’t want to lose you, Bruce.” 

“You won’t.” He reached out to pull you into his arms, but only passed through you. You shivered from the chill. “We’ll figure this out.” 

A sigh escaped you, but it caught in your throat to come out as a sob. You let yourself feel it before focusing on the task at hand. “Okay, so I think we do need to find out why you got shot. The man who shot you is currently in police custody.” 

“They would allow Batman to interrogate him, but that’s not going to work,” Bruce said. You hummed, nodding before an idea burst through your mind. 

“Well, we can still have Batman interrogate him.” You smirked before turning to leave the room. Bruce looked confused as he floated along behind you.

***

“No, (Y/N). This is a terrible idea,” Bruce snapped as you handed over the batsuit to Clark. The three of you were in the batcave.

Clark eyed the suit nervously. “Are you sure about this, (Y/N)? Bruce would kill me for wearing his suit.” 

You sighed, giving Clark a smile. “It’s fine. Besides, if it helps us get Bruce back into his body, I’d even let you drive the batmobile. Just think of it as dressing up for Halloween.” 

“That’s not funny,” Bruce said behind you. You eyed him as Clark left to change. “(Y/N), this is not necessary.” 

“Yes, it is necessary. We have to get you back into your body and solving who shot you is the only way we can think to do that.” You crossed your arms. “Batman is the only one the police will let interrogate the shooter, and I certainly can’t be a believable Batman. Clark is the only one who can do it.”

Bruce grumbled. “And how are you planning to go with him? You can’t go as a civilian.” 

“Let me handle that.” You smiled at him, almost forgetting he was a ghost. Your stomach dropped, but you turned away before he could see your lips pull into a frown. 

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“Why did you shoot Bruce Wayne?” Clark, dressed as Batman, growled at the waiter. The waiter looked tired, handcuffed into the chair in the interrogation room at the police station. You stood behind Clark in your makeshift vigilante costume. Ghost Bruce stood beside you, shaking his head at Clark’s Batman voice.

“I don’t sound like that.” Bruce crossed his arms. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling.

The waiter shook his head. “Why should I tell you? You can’t hang me from the roof of a building in here.” He sneered. You had to fight the urge to punch him. 

Clark paused, clearly having no idea how to interrogate. “This is why you should have gotten someone else. Clark couldn’t interrogate someone even if his life depended on it.” Bruce shook his head.

You growled, stepping up to tower over the waiter. “You killed your mother and father.” 

The waiter flinched, looking up at you in shock. “No, I didn’t. It was never proven.” 

“Because they couldn’t find the bodies. I know where you buried them.” You narrowed your eyes.

“You couldn’t know.” The man looked at you in disbelief.

“Under the foundation of the new house that was being constructed next door.” You smiled coldly when the man paled. “Unless you want me to tell the cops, you will explain why you shot Bruce Wayne.”

The man swallowed hard. You could feel Clark and Bruce staring at you in awe. “I was paid to maim Bruce Wayne by Oswald Cobblepot.” 

“Why?” Your voice coming out in a low growl. 

“I didn’t ask why.” The man shrugged his shoulders. “Now you won’t tell the cops, right?” 

You narrowed your eyes. “Nice try, but you are going to pay for killing your parents and hurting Bruce Wayne.” You quickly turned to see Clark’s jaw dropped open. Ghost Bruce was just admiring you. “Let’s go.” You left the room with Clark trailing behind, trying to regain his composure. 

“Good job.” Bruce reached out to touch your arm only to pass through. He frowned, frustrated. You felt the chill, giving him a tiny smile.

***

“So how do we want to play this?” Clark asked as you three stood on the roof neighboring the Iceberg Lounge. 

“We’ll want to make sure to get him alone. He would be in bed at this hour,” Bruce told you, glancing at your watch. 

You sighed. “Bruce says he’s in bed, so we should break into his bedroom.” You crossed your arms. The night air was cold this high up.

Clark hummed. “I think I should go in alone, (Y/N). You don’t have the training for combat if this goes badly.” 

“I hate to admit it, but he’s right.” Bruce reached out to touch your shoulder, but stopped himself this time. “You should head inside. I’ll stay with Clark.”

“How are you going to talk to him then?” You asked Bruce. Clark looked surprised, guessing what Bruce must have said.

“Hopefully, I won’t have to.” Bruce glared at Clark. 

“He’s glaring at you. Apparently, you’re not supposed to mess up and ruin Batman’s reputation,” you explained to Clark.

“Hey, it’s Halloween. If I do something out of character, maybe they’ll think I’m just some random person dressed as Batman,” Clark laughed. Bruce growled, not amused. 

You sighed, closing your eyes. “I’m going back to the hospital. Just make sure you figure this out, okay?” You looked at Clark.

“I will. I promise.” Clark gave you a hug. You melted into his arms, needing the comfort of human touch. Bruce cleared his throat. You pulled away before turning to face him.

“You better come back to me.” Tears sparked in your eyes as you looked at his ghostly form.

Bruce smiled at you. “Always.” He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against your forehead. You closed your eyes, imagining how it would feel as the chill ran through you.

“Good.” You headed toward the fire escape. “Be safe.” Clark nodded before flying into the air. 

“Don’t you dare fly when wearing my batsuit. I don’t fly,” Bruce shouted. You had to bite your lip to hold back laughter.

***

You sat by real Bruce’s bedside, holding his hand. Alfred was dozing nearby. You kept looking at your phone, waiting for the text from Clark or for Bruce to wake up. Doubts ran through your mind. Did you do the right thing? Was that what Bruce needed to return to his body? 

Time passed and eventually you fell asleep with your head on Bruce’s hand. 

Slowly, you were tugged from sleep when you felt the hand beneath your cheek move. You quickly sat up, gasping when you saw Bruce’s blue eyes looking at you.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Bruce’s voice was harsh from lack of use. A grin broke onto your face. You leaned forward to kiss him hard on the lips. Bruce moaned, doing his best to kiss you back.

“It worked.” You laughed, pulling away to catch your breath. 

“It worked.” Bruce reached up to rest his hand on your cheek. “Alfred went to get you some coffee. He didn’t want to interrupt us.” 

You frowned. “Like we were going to get frisky in your condition?”

Bruce laughed, wincing when he hurt himself. “Apparently.” He took a deep breath, working through the pain. You reached up to lay your hand over his. “I was thinking you should join my night work. You looked so good last night and the way you handled that man. It gave me chills.” 

“You can get chills as a ghost?” You teased, too happy that he was awake and alive. The warmth from his hand felt wonderful compared to the chills he gave you last night. 

“Har, Har.” Bruce smiled at you with love in his eyes. “Oh, and if you ever let Clark wear the batsuit again, I’ll get my kryptonite out.” 

“As long as you are there to wear it, he shouldn’t have to.” You kissed him again. Happier than ever before.

[undercoveravenger]

Selective Mutism

Pairing: Ben X Son of Ursula!Reader Requested: Yes Request: Can i get a ben x son of Ursula where he doesn’t talk often (selective mutism) because of the way his mother behaves, uma kind of dislikes him and he doesn’t really have a group until he meets ben and just kind of follows him around, also one of the scrapped ideas for the little mermaid was king triton being related to ursula, and triton decides he wants to meet his nephew w/ family angst idk thanks np if u don’t want to :) A/N: To the anon who requested this, thank you for the prompt: I had a lot of fun with this one! Sorry I wasn’t able to include everything you asked for in this one (and that the reader and Ben are still pretty platonic :/) but I’m thinking of making a part two depending on how this one is recieved. As always, let me know if there’s anything you want changed! 

Link to Part 2: CLICK HERE

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  The first time you saw King Ben was after your sister had her first mate Harry Hook kidnap him and tie him to the mast of her ship. She had seen you watching on curiously and was quick to demand that you keep an eye on him while she and the crew went to the Chip Shop to celebrate. Used to the demanding nature that your younger sister and mother shared, you nodded wordlessly and moved to perch yourself on one of the ship’s railings where you’d be able to simultaneously keep an eye on the unconscious royal and watch for any signs of your sister’s return.

You hadn’t been staring out over the waves for long when you heard the brunet stirring behind you. It was clear precisely when he realized the situation since you were easily able to tell when his breathing quickened and he began to struggle against his restraints.

He let out a distinct sigh of relief when his eyes fell on your unmoving figure, “Hey,” he called quietly and you forced yourself not to jolt in surprise. “Could- could you please untie me?” The watery lighting was just bright enough for Ben to make out the shifting of your silhouette as you shook your head. “If you can’t untie me, then could you at least tell me why I’m here?”

You shook your head again, but Ben didn’t let your reluctance to talk dissuade him. “If this is because I’m the King, then-”

“It’s not,” you mumbled quietly, the brunet’s continued chattering starting to grate at your patience.You shifted your position slightly, turning so you could face him, “Uma wants the wand and she’s using you to get it.”

Ben’s initial shock at hearing you speak was quickly wiped away as he processed your words, “The wand? But no one in Auradon is stupid enough to trade something that powerful for me…”

You nodded, raising an eyebrow pointedly as you gesture behind you at the looming peaks of the Forbidden Mountains and the swirling storm clouds above them that perpetually blanketed the Isle of the Lost.

Ben’s eyes widened as he realized what you meant, “No, no one in Auradon would, but people are different here. There are different rules and people are willing to go further for the ones they care about.” His gaze had dropped to the rough wooden planks that made up the deck of the ship, but his dark brown eyes snapped up to meet yours as a thought struck him. “You’ve got to help me get out of here; I can’t let them trade the wand. Please, help me get back to my friends and I’ll- I’ll take you back with us! You can leave the Isle and start a new life in Auradon! You can go to Auradon Prep and-”

“Why would I want to do that?” Ben’s eyes widened as you stood from your perch, the height difference between the two of you becoming startlingly apparent as you approached him. “This godforsaken place is all I’ve ever known and it’s all I ever will know. Nothing you do or say will change that.”

You backed away from the king, lowering your head as your sister’s voice rang out, echoing through the still night air as she approached you. “What were we talking about?” She sneered, glancing between the two of you mockingly. Uma’s eyes narrowed as she turned on you, “Never mind, if you were saying something, it clearly wasn’t very important.”

Ben bristled, clearly upset by the way your sister was speaking to you, “Hey, that was actually pretty rude so-”

Uma whirled to face Ben, eyes narrowed dangerously, “Does it look like I care what you have to say, Your Highness?” she snarled. “Look, just because you’re wearing ripped jeans, doesn’t mean you know anything about this place or what it takes to grow up here, so stop acting so high and mighty. Besides, my brother doesn’t have much to say anyway; my mother made sure of that.”

Ben could see you wince from your place behind Uma and he opened his mouth to retort, only to close it again when you shake your head, silently telling him to let it go. Uma nodded, seemingly satisfied with his level of compliance before taking hold of your arm and dragging you off just a little too roughly, leaving Ben alone with his thoughts.

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The second time you had a run-in with the King was the following afternoon, when the bad-turned-good villain kids were supposed to turn Fairy Godmother’s wand over to your sister in exchange for Ben. You had been lingering behind the rest of the crew until it was revealed that the wand was a fake and a fight broke out between the rest of the crew and Ben’s friends. It was clear that the group was trying to make it to the large pipe extending from the cliff face that lead back towards the center of the town.

They had all nearly made it across when things went horribly wrong. Ben’s foot had just brushed the bridge when Harry’s hand closed on the back of his shirt, yanking him backward and laughing as the movement knocked the bridge from its place, leaving Ben stranded on the opposite side of the gap from the rest of his group.

You shot a quick glance around you, the fact that the rest of the crew wasn’t close enough to interfere hardly even processing before you were moving. You raced toward the King and his captor, building up enough momentum to knock Harry off balance as you grabbed onto Ben’s arm and using the rest of your forward momentum to drag him with you off of the edge of the pier and into the churning water below.

Unlike Uma, you’d taken largely after your mother in terms of your affinity for water, so it was remarkably easy for you to readjust your hold on the King and drag him along with you as you swam along the base of the bluffs, intending on getting far enough away from the crew so that you could be sure they wouldn’t get to the two of you before you could return Ben to his friends. Finally, you reached the secluded beach where you spent most of your free time and dragged Ben up onto the sand. He was still pretty limp from shock and the blood welling at his temple told you that Harry must’ve gotten in a pretty good blow before you had made your move.

You let out a huff, realizing that Ben wouldn’t be able to walk well on his own in his dazed state. With a firm arm around his shoulders, you swept the other under his knees in a strange parody of a princess carry and began your short hike toward the isolated alleyway that you knew the tunnel lead to.

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When you stumbled upon the group of newly reformed V.K.s and their Auradonian companion (You could vividly remember how stunned you were with the assumed princess’s skills with a sword), they were apprehensive until they realized you were carrying Ben. Jay and Carlos were quick to make their way over to you, each moving to help you support the weight of their unconscious friend. Mal and Evie were less willing to trust you, both having recognized you as a member of your sister’s crew, and with how little you spoke, you weren’t exactly in the best place to explain yourself.

You kept your gaze lowered as you helped the boys load Ben into the limo and watched as the strange girl slipped into the sleek black vehicle to keep an eye on him, before slowly backing away. You shot the group a small smile before turning your back and starting to make your exit.

“Wait,” Mal called out after you. You stopped, turning slightly to face her while raising an eyebrow. She looked at her friends for help but Carlos only shrugged helplessly while Evie and Jay grinned noncommittally. Mal rolled her eyes, tossing a wave of her violet hair over her shoulder, “Look, you didn’t have to help him but you did. That sort of thing might not mean much over here, but it means quite a bit back in Auradon.” She smiled slightly, clearly trying not to scare you off, “Come with us. Leave the Isle behind, and your past with it, and come try something new.”

Your brows furrowed as your gaze flickered from face to face, trying to discern whether or not she was being serious. Carlos was grinning widely at you, Jay had crossed his arms over his chest and looked away, clearly trying to feign disinterest, but you could see the way he kept glancing over out of the corner of his eye. Evie was biting her lip to try and muffle her smile, and Mal was looking straight at you, her emerald eyes showing no malice or hint of deceit. After a moment’s deliberation, you nodded, trying to bite back a grin at how excited the rest of your new little crew got at your response.

After that, the five of you were quick to join the still unconscious King and the Core Four’s friend in the limo and that was it; you were finally on your way to a life where you weren’t being forced into the shadows by your sister and her crew. For the first time, you were being handed the chance to dictate your own life, and you couldn’t wait to see where it lead you.

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oh yes a reddie prompt. have you watched the it musical parody? if not look up the song just give me a reason from the musical parody. and then pls integrate their slow dancing as young reddie. just a scene similar to that of the sweetness factor. (no need for bowers slicing up eddie lol) but just them dancing like that in a fic pls :D and thanks (:

lol i had to look up the musical and its a v cute scene thank u anon

yes this takes in the 80′s and yes there is no homophobia thank u. Also they are like 16 ish in this and it is not proof read so good luck. hope you like it!!

Richie didn’t care about the homecoming dance but a week ago Eddie mentioned how it could be fun and of course Richie had to make a joke about being Eddie’s date and now they were wearing matching ties.

To be fair Richie would follow Eddie into a sewer to fight an evil clown so homecoming shouldn’t be so bad.

Richie was supposed to pick up Eddie in his beat up truck at 7 o’clock sharp so of course he rolled up at 7:13pm with his tie sitting in the passenger seat and somehow wrinkled.

When Eddie walked out of his front door Richie thought he was going to drool on his nice dress pants and quickly averted his eyes to compose himself. He was used to seeing Eddie in short gym shorts and shirts that were just a little too big for his small figure but tonight he was in nice black dress pants and a tight black button up with a red tie that matched Richies.

“Wow Eds you look great.” Richie managed to squeak out as Eddie got into his car.

“Don’t call me that, and why aren’t you wearing your tie?” Eddie said holding it up to Richie’s face.

“I didn’t know how to tie it.” Richie confessed. Eddie looked like he was going to say something but bit his tongue as he worked on the knot. He slipped the tie over Richies neck and adjusted it to fit. Richie just leaned forward and silently watched Eddies every move, his fingers were so close to his throat and Richie wondered if Eddie could tell how fast his pulse was going.

“There, perfect” Eddie said once he was satisfied with his knotting abilities.

“Are you going to head to the school?” Eddie asked, snapping Richie out of his daze.

Richie was too flustered to say anything on the drive over, hoping Eddie didn’t find it too weird that he was so focused on the road.

The dance wasn’t super packed but enough that it didn’t look boring.

“I’m gonna find us a place to sit do you wanna go grab some drinks?” Eddie said pointing to a snack table to Richie to follow.

Richie went on auto-plilot and grabbed a cup then looked up to find where Eddie went off to. Eddie put his hand up and waved Richie over. Richie sat down next to Eddie, still not saying a word.

“I should’ve invited the other Loser’s since Mr. Trashmouth suddenly has nothing to say.” Eddie said raising his eyebrow at Richie.

“You know what they say Eds, your moms got my tongue.” He said with a wink.

“Richie, that doesn’t even make any sense.” Eddie responded.

“That’s not what Mrs. K was telling me last night.” Richie said taking a sip of his punch. Eddie just rolled his eyes at that one.

“Didn’t I ask you to get me a punch? Or were you planning on sharing?” Eddie questioned him. Richie spit the juice from his mouth back into his cup.

“Shit sorry, here.” He said holding the cup out to Eddie.

“You’re insufferable.” Eddie said standing up.

Richie was about to apologize, thinking Eddie was going to leave him, when Eddie reached out his hand instead.

“Wanna dance?” He asked easily, and once again Richie was at a loss of words so he just grabbed Eddies hand and let him lead them to the dance floor. Richie didn’t even notice that a slow song had started playing when Eddie reached his arms up to Richie’s shoulders.

Richie put his hands lightly on Eddies hips, not sure if he was allowed to settle them there. Eddie took a step closer into Richie’s space and Richie relaxed a little bit more.

“Hey Rich can I ask you something?” Eddie says quietly, looking up at Richie with wide eyes.

“Of course, Eds”

“When you said you would be my date to homecoming was it just a joke or were you being serious?” Eddie asks. Richie was not expecting Eddie to say that and he took a second to respond.

Yes, it was a joke at first, but only because Richie thought Eddie was joking too. So when Eddie was serious suddenly so was Richie, he was in it 100% because he would do anything to make Eddie happy. Eddie could ask Richie to jump infront of a moving train and he would probably do it but Richie wasn’t ready to tell Eddie that, or at least he thought he wasn’t because what ends up coming out of his mouth is

“I’m like totally gay for you Eddie”

“Wait what.” Eddie says. He stops swaying to the music.

“I’m uh- I said uh” Richie can’t seem to get the words out again.

“Totally gay for me?” Eddie says, this time with a giant grin on his face. Richie starts to blush, he’s ready to make a run for it when Eddie leans up on his tip toes and kisses him on the cheek.

“Wait what?” Richie echoes Eddies previous phrase.

“I think I’m totally gay for you too trashmouth.” Eddie says leaning into Richie more. Richie wraps his arms around Eddie, starting to sway again to the music. He was still in shock to what just happened but Eddie had started to hum to the music and it vibrated against Richie’s chest, grounding him to the present. Richie put his chin on top of Eddies head, humming along with him. Going to homecoming really wasn’t that bad after all.

[yummycrummy]

A joyous accasion

(DHMIS fanfic requested by an anon :)!! hope u enjoy!)

I'm sorry this took so long!! I apologize :o I had trouble with some words n stuff but anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!!!!

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(A few years ago..)

It was a beautiful afternoon on a summer day. The sky was free of any clouds, the sun was shining, and the birds were singing cheerily in the trees. Where the gang lived, in their backyard, there was a special event going on.

A line of chairs was set up in a row, and a neat, white long carpet was along the middle, making it end to a stop at the front, where an archway hung on some stills with some roses hanging off the sides. A cake was placed in the middle of a little buffet table.

In the house, Tony and Colin were sitting at the table, an assortment of papers littered across it as they frantically looked through everything, and checking off what they had set.

In one of the bedrooms, Fridge was helping Steak Guy put on his tie. His soon husband-to-be was just as nervous as he was, as he couldn't stop trembling with excitement.

"I still can't believe you don't know how to put a tie on." Fridge was saying playfully to him as he finished knotting it around Steak Guy's neck.

"You can always teach me." Steak Guy said, giving him a wink. "A few pointers, maybe?"

"You wish." Fridge smiled and looked at the mirror in front of them, sighing heavily. "Well...here we are. About to get married." He looked to his fiancé, his eyes having a little spark of glee in them. "Remember when you proposed to me?"

"I always remember when I look at you." The steak said softly, lifting a hand and putting it on his cheek, caressing it lightly.

Fridge lowered his eyes bashfully, smiling. They both jumped a little when they heard a knock at the bedroom door, and Tony's voice could be heard urgently from the other side. "Hey, you two ready yet?! The kids are getting antsy!"

"Yes, yes we're coming! Please hold on!" Steak Guy rolled his eyes, looking back at Fridge with an exasperated expression, "Geez. Can't anybody let us have a little peace?"

"Not in this house, that's for sure." They both shared a little laugh, enjoying each other's company. Every little second of every day was a day special to them both. They cared about each other so much...but they also cared for little Spinach, Steak Guy's adopted daughter.

She was only six years old, yet she was so energetic and hyper. Ever since the whole group moved in together she and another little object, a small little lamp named Larry (who was the same age as her) had grown very close. They were almost inseparable. Fridge sometimes thought one of them even had a little crush on the other.

Young love really was something special...

"I think we should go outside now. Everyone's probably waiting." Fridge headed for the door, Steak Guy at his side. "Oh, I'm so nervous..."

Steak Guy took his hand. "It's gonna be fine," he squeezed his hand. "I'll be by your side.."

Fridge timidly nodded, before they both left the room, ready to face their awaiting family.

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"Do we have everything ready?" Tony was flipping anxiously through the list on his clipboard, momentarily stopping to check his watch, his eyes in a crazy frenzy.

"Yes, Tony. The food, the decorations, the rings, oh!" Colin suddenly remembered something important. "Who's the ring bearer?"

Tony glanced up from his clipboard and looked around too, before cursing under his breath. "No one yet. We're going to have to ask someone. Or one of us will have to do it."

"But I'm the one who's going to be telling them "do you take him as your lawfully wedded husband". I cant be the ring bearer." Colin frowned. "Ask around, Tony. Otherwise you'll have to be the ring bearer."

"But I have too many things to organize, Colin!" Tony protested, anxiousness in his voice as he contiuned to skim through the rest of his checklist notes. "How many guests are arriving, when it's going to start..."

Colin smiled and slowly shook his head. He placed a reassuring hand on Tony's arm. "Calm down, Tone. Please. You're getting all worked up."

"Of course I am. This is a wedding!" Tony exclaimed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Let me take over for a bit. Go have something to drink; talk, anything. Just relax." Colin took his clipboard away from his hands. Tony started to reach out for them but he shook his finger at him. "No, no. Do as I say."

Tony opened his mouth to start protesting, but closed it, defeated. He sighed and nodded. "Fine. But won't you get all stressed as well?"

"Tony, I'm a computer. I can program all the needed information from your checklists into my hard drive." Colin explained to him. "Don't worry about a thing. I have this under control."

"Alright." Tony muttered quietly, still looking unsure.

Colin smiled again and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek. Tony couldn't help but smile widely, crossing his arms as he looked off to the side. Colin chuckled and walked off, heading for the back door out of the house.

Tony looked around the kitchen and noticed some wine. Knowing Colin was right and that he desperately needed a drink to relieve his frazzled nerves, he grabbed it and went for the living room.

- - - -

"So your daddy is getting married to your new daddy?" Larry was asking Spinach innocently. He had a wide and excited gap-toothed grin on his face. "That's so cool!"

"I know!" Spinach said back, smiling. She and Larry were outside playing in their little sandbox, building sandcastles. "I'm kinda nervous."

"Why?" Larry asked, his attention drawn to his current sand-house, but still concerned for his friend. "You'll have two new daddies to play with!"

"I-I know." Spinach bit her lip. "What if..they fight a lot?"

Larry's eyes raised to meet hers, his face unreadable. He frowned in thought before saying, "Then just tell 'em to kiss and make up."

Spinach giggled a little. "Maybe.."

"C'mon, quit thinking scary things. Help me build a sand doggy!" Larry said, sticking his tongue out as he kneeled down, inspecting his creation he had in his hands.

Spinach bent down and began to help him, pushing sand towards him as he started to build. She was still worried for what the future would hold for her and her new family, but as long as she had Larry with her, she knew she'd be ok.

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Soon, the rest of the objects had gathered in the backyard. Colin And Tony has decorated it beautifully. Small rose petals were lined across the small carpet that led to the archway, along with some white chairs and a table for the banquet.

Tony stood at the front, Steak Guy and Fridge standing in front of him, both smiling nervously at each other. The clock cleared his throat and began to read the stuff that is said during a wedding, and soon, little Spinach cane jumping down the aisle with a flower basket, along with Larry, who was carrying the two rings on a pillow.

"Do you, Fridge, take Steak Guy to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Tony asked, looking to the object magnet.

"I do." Fridge looked to Steak Guy, tears of happiness in his eyes.

"And do you, Steak Guy, take Fridge to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Tony asked SG.

"I sure do." Steak Guy grinned widely, taking Fridge's hand.

Tony closed the book proudly, exclaiming, "I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may now KISS!"

And they did!!! ❤️

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END :D

[emphoenixcat]

Hi what about Patton telling Logan that he not only likes him, but the rest of the sides as well. The reason Pat tells him specifically is because he's the logical side, he should know what to do. U choose how you want it to play out from here 🐢 ( handing the phone to bunny Anon bc she has one too)

I don’t even know what I did. The beginning starts off real well, then it kind of spirals out of nowhere? I’m sorry! My first try at writing LAMP or any polyamorous relationship. I would really appreciate any thoughts you all might have on this word vomit.

Warnings: Like 2 curse words. Mention of food. Slight angst, but really weird angst. Idk. Let me know if I should add anything.

Patton walked into the kitchen that morning without the usual pep in his step. Logan glanced up from the table, where he had been reading a newspaper and drinking coffee (it was actually hot chocolate, but he preferred that the others didn’t know that).

Patton politely smiled at the sight of the logical side as he moved toward the stove to start breakfast.

Logan set down his news article, “Okay, Pat. What’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Why would something be wrong?” Patton asked innocently.

“You sighed several times while walking into the kitchen and you didn’t sing out any morning pleasantries. You normally do.” The logical side quirked an eyebrow and took a sip of his ‘coffee’. His demeanor like that of an all-knowing entity.

Patton simply shrugged, “Okay, well….”

“….you know how I have a crush on you, right?”

Logan began choking on his drink, his eyes turning slightly red as he wheezed.

“Come again?” he managed to gasp.

“I have a crush….on you. I thought that it was obvious.” Patton smirked, kind of enjoying the blush that was spreading from Logan’s cheeks to his ears.

Straightening his tie nervously, Logan gathered his wits. “I–I’ll admit that I was not aware of these feelings.”

“I can tell by your reaction,” Patton smiled slightly.

The moral one’s tone turned a bit more serious as he asked, “But do you like me that way?”

Flustered, Logan took another drink of coffee before answering. “I do believe that I….I’m….I think I….”  he bit his lip and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Yes,” he finally managed.

Patton smiled, but still looked a bit troubled.

“Did my reaction disappoint or upset you in any way?” Logan asked with worry.

“No, of course not! I just wondered….”

“What is it, Pat?”

“I just wondered if you might have a crush on the others.” His cheeks flushed scarlet.

Logan was beginning to understand, “Why come to me first? Why not ask the group as a collective if this concerns them as well?”

“Well….I’ve always been pretty comfortable with you and you are Logic. I thought that maybe….just maybe you’d have some sort of amazing plan on how to tell them.”

The logical side regarded Patton for a moment, who was gazing at Logan with a mixture of hope and admiration.

“Perhaps….”

Logan had formulated a strategy and was rather pleased with himself. He may not have noticed that Patton had had a crush on him or the others, but the logical side had noticed something blossoming between Roman and Virgil no matter how much they would try to deny it. He knew it was only a matter of time before their feelings came to light.

Roman came down for breakfast first and as he moved the chair to sit at his usual spot, Patton put down a plate of freshly-made, heart-shaped pancakes.

“Hearts? What’s the occasion?” Roman asked curiously.

“Oh, nothing! Just want you all to know how much I love you!” Patton exclaimed happily.

“Aw that’s sweet. I give you my most gracious gratitude.” Roman bowed dramatically before taking a seat.

That was part of Logan’s plan.

Step 1: Subliminal Messages.

Virgil came down next, yawning. His purple hair was an unruly mess and it seemed that he had passed out in his jeans and hoodie.

“Ah, Sleeping Broody. You finally decide to join us?” Roman quipped.

“Do not mess with me this early in the day unless you want pancake syrup in your hair, Princey.” Virgil glared.

The anxious side began to walk to his side of the table, but Logan interjected.

“May I sit in your spot today?

“Um, I guess. But why?”

“Well, I’d like to sit closer to Patton,” Logan glanced at the moral side.

Roman and Virgil were both staring at them, shock filled their faces as understanding hit them like a tide.

Virgil stood in place, still stunned, “Y–you’re….”

“You’re dating!” Roman exclaimed. “When were you going to tell us!”

“Relax, we only just confessed this morning,” Logan smirked and Patton beamed.

Step 2: Surprise Relationship.

“I want details! I thought you were an unfeeling tincan, but here you are. You’ve been playing me all this time, it isn’t fair!

“We’ll tell you everything in time, Ro. But let’s have our breakfast first,” Patton went to grab Virgil’s plate.

The anxious trait finally moved to sit down in the seat next to the prince.

“I am so jealous! I can’t believe that you, of all people, started a romantic relationship before me,” Roman fumed.

Step 3: Jealousy.

Patton came back to the table and set Virgil’s plate down in front of him. Virgil frowned.

Logan and Patton braced themselves. This was the hard part.

Anxiety’s pancakes were the only ones not shaped like a heart.

Rather than commenting on this, he began to cut them. The sudden silence of the kitchen causing Roman to glance over at Virgil sitting near him.

Virgil prayed that Princey would just keep his mouth shut.

Nope.

“Hey! Wait, hold on! Why aren’t his pancakes shaped like hearts?”

Patton answered uneasily, “Oh, I guess I must’ve….forgot”

Roman gripped the the edge of the table firmly. “That’s not fair! If you’re going to show love, at least show it to us equally! I thought you cared about people’s feelings, Pat!”

“Calm down, Princey. It’s okay. Really.” Virgil said almost whispering.

The prince directed his attention at Anxiety, “It isn’t okay, Virge. It isn’t okay because you matter too.”

And Virgil almost believed him. Almost.

It was taking all of Patton’s willpower not to cry. Not to hug Virgil and let out a never-ending string of apologies, but this was part of the plan.

Step 4: Show them that they’d fight for one another.

Patton hurriedly left the room because the worst had yet to come. Why had he let Logan talk him into this? The intentions were pure, but what if this broke them apart instead of bringing them together?

What if?

Logan gazed at Roman with a cold and practiced look. “Do you really think he matters? Is there any way to actually verify these feelings?

Roman stared at Logan in outrage. He glanced back at Virgil who was trembling, but trying desperately to hide it. Anxiety was holding back tears.

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut, his worst nightmares being confirmed.

But then….

….something warm brushed softly against his lips.

Astonished, Virgil opened his eyes to find Roman. The prince gave a small smile of reassurance, “Are you okay, Virge?”

Not trusting his own voice, tha anxious side could only nod in wonderment.

The prince gave Virgil another kiss, this one on the forehead. He stood up and focused a glare at Logan.

Logan smiled.

“I knew you two loved each other.”

Roman’s expression melted into confusion for the umpteenth time that morning.

“What?”

“It was quite obvious to Patton and I. We thought–”

“What?”

“I apologize for the distress, but it was necessary to–”

“Shut up, you–you….”

In his rage, Roman could not come up with a suitable insult for the logical side.

It was at this moment that Patton took a chance and walked into the kitchen, only to quickly regret it.

“And you! You let him! How could–how?”

Virgil continued to sit there, completely mystified. Roman was more furious than any of them had ever seen. Virgil’s mind kept offering him wild, perplexing thoughts. Thoughts that couldn’t possibly hold any truth. Yet, Roman was ranting and raving. An anger that was building beyond words and it was because of a minor injustice. An injustice that plagued him. 

Why would Princey care?

Patton was crying now. Logan was looking stricken. The plan hadn’t exactly backfired, but it hadn’t exactly worked either.

“Uh, Pat?”

Patton swiped at his eyes, still sobbing. “Y–yeah?”

“I think you’d better tell them. I know this isn’t exactly how you wanted to, but I–I admit I made a grievous mistake. I do not know h–how to deal with feelings very well. I’m sorry. I’ve made a mess of things.”  

Roman was throwing plates toward the sink, none of them were really hitting their target. The prince didn’t seem to care as they shattered and flew in every direction. Virgil was hiding in his hoodie, shuddering as glass cracked against the wall, fragments ricocheting around the kitchen.

“R–Ro? Can we talk? Please, I’m really sorry. I’m more sorry than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I was so stupid.”

Roman turned towards the moral side, breathing sharply. “How could you?”

Patton sobbed, “The truth is….I don’t just love Logan. I love you guys too. I just wanted to somehow get you and Virgil together first in order to m–make it easier.”

The creative side was struggling to calm himself, breathing in and out heavily. Virgil finally found the courage to move to help the prince despite his own inner turmoil.

“It’s okay, Princey. It’s fine. I’m fine. Slow it down. Breathe in for 4 seconds. Hold for 7. Now, let out for 8. That’s good. Very good.” Virgil soothed.

As he relaxed, Roman grabbed Virgil’s hand like a lifeline. Virgil blinked in surprise. Anxiety was keeping the prince calm? When was this morning ever going to make sense? Oh crap, was he still asleep? Virgil really hoped he hadn’t dreamt the whole thing, even if the situation had just about given him a heart attack.

After Roman was back to breathing normally, he faced Patton.

“What the actual fuck?”

Patton shuddered slightly at the profanity.

“Why couldn’t you just say that you loved us? Why this whole charade?”

Patton laughed suddenly,  “I don’t know, but I sure as hell know that I am never taking Logan’s advice again. Not when it comes to feelings.”

Logan reddened at this remark, but straightened his glasses and collected himself. “Fair enough.”

And nobody really knew why, but it was funny.

Despite the weirdness and chaos of the morning or maybe because of it, they all began to giggle a bit hysterically.

It had been a rather stupid plan. It had been a rather stupid breakfast. It had been a rather stupid morning.

The Sides laughed. 

In the middle of a destroyed kitchen full of broken glassware and a few fallen chairs. 

They laughed.

All their faces streaked with tears. 

They laughed.

With that laughter, their relationship with each other began to mend. Logan and Patton apologized to Virgil and Roman profusely. Roman made Logan wear a shirt labeled stupid for a few weeks, and Logan obliged without complaint because he knew. He knew that he had been wrong. 

Roman forgave Logan and Patton though. He knew that not all ideas were good ideas. Oh, he knew.

Virgil was showered with gifts from the other Sides, even though he protested. He wouldn’t admit it, but the attention felt kind of nice.

Breakfast was a bit strange after that though. Walking into the kitchen made them all on edge. They ate meals on the couch together for awhile.

Even when they started to eat in the kitchen again….

pancakes were avoided.

[carey-pricemas]

First Kiss- Charlie McAvoy

Ok so after my whine fest about sucking at writing, I've liked the way the next few turned out. Le sigh. Maybe I need to do that more often! Oh and by the way Charlie is so adorable with his little cheeks and he still looks like a baby but played like a freaking champ! Anyway! Enjoy!

Warning: mentions of hockey fight

Anon Request: If requests are open, could I request a charlie mcavoy imagine where he's playing against Dallas and seguin tries hitting on you where Charlie's right there so during the game, seguin talks shit about mcavoy and they start fighting, and when u get home, u like thank him (idk??) And u make out.. thank u!!

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              It was your best friend's hockey game and you were not going to miss it for the world.

              The fact that it was against your hometown team really meant nothing (ok maybe a little).

              You had met Charlie your first year at BU when you were both lost little freshmen and had hit it off. Charlie at the time hadn't wanted a relationship because of his hockey and you had understood, becoming his best friend instead.

              That didn't stop you from falling head over heels in love with him anyway.

              When he was called up to the Bruins, you were ecstatic. You made the time to see him play (in the playoffs no less) and even invested in his jersey. He had told you not to do it, but you could tell he was secretly pleased.

              This year he made starting lineup out of the gate and hadn't looked back. You tried to see as many games as you could, but this was one you definitely didn't want to miss. Charlie had hooked you up with some great tickets and even got you a pass to get down by the locker rooms.

              To see him of course, not that you didn't want to run into Jamie Benn or Cody Eakin.

              Before you had left, Charlie had asked you to come down before the game, wanting to talk to you about something. You couldn't figure out what was so important that he had to talk to you beforehand, but here you were, waiting on Charlie to come out and say whatever he needed to say.

              "You'd look better in a Seguin jersey." You looked down the hall and saw the Tyler Seguin smirking at you.

              "Sorry" you said, unapologetically. "I only own a Jamie Benn jersey." Tyler chuckled and came closer, setting his hand over his heart dramatically.

              "You wound me."

              "I'm sure there will be plenty of other girls tonight screaming your name."

              "Will one of them be you?" He winked at you and you rolled your eyes. You attention was drawn away from the Stars player in front of you to where Charlie had just exited the locker room. "Is this your boyfriend?"

              "Just friends" you said, the phrase slipping out as easily as saying you were fine. "Maybe you should go warm up."

              "McAvoy, right?" Seguin asked, straightening.

              "That's me."

              "Nice meeting you" Seguin said. "And if you don't snatch this girl up, someone else surely will." Tyler winked at you before heading back in the direction of his locker room. You gave Charlie an exasperated look before shaking your head.

              "He thinks he's god's gift to women. Gag me." Charlie chuckled and leaned against the wall next to you.

              "Thanks for coming" he said.

              "You wanted to talk about something?" you prompted, curious.

              "I um..." Charlie trailed off and shook his head. "You know what? It's not important. I just wanted to make sure you were wearing the right jersey." You gave him an offended look.

              "Excuse you, but the only jersey I wear in this arena is yours. And even if Jamie Benn asked to jump my bones, I will not wear victory green in this building." Charlie laughed as he gave you a side hug. You felt your heart shatter at his friendly gesture.

              Just friends. You were just friends.

              "Good luck Charlie Bear" you said. You stood on your tip toes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. "Whoop some Texas butt." Charlie laughed.

              "Will do."

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              "I didn't mean a fight Charlie" you said angrily as you entered the apartment you shared with Charlie. "You got into a fight with a guy who has a hell of a lot more experience on you."

              "I went after Seguin" he said, rolling his eyes. "It's not even like I went after Chara."

              "That's only because Chara's on your team, you idiot" you hissed. Charlie sat down on the couch and you moved to the freezer, grabbing one of the ice packs and bringing it to him. "Why did you even fight him? You're not usually a fighter."

              "He said some stuff and I was tired of it" Charlie answered, flipping through the TV channels.

              "Oh no" you said, grabbing the remote from his hand and turning the TV off. "You need to talk. That answer isn't going to fly." Charlie sighed and leaned into the couch, putting the ice pack on his swollen eye. "Charlie..."

              "He was talking about you. Said some derogatory things I didn't like. I dropped the gloves. He learned a lesson."

              "Wait... what?" You were stunned by what he said. "He said things... about me?"

              "Yeah (Y/N). I don't know if you've noticed or not, but you're hot. Guys like it."

              "Who says I don't want them to like it?" you asked. Charlie muttered something. "I can't hear you Charlie." He mumbled a little louder, but you still couldn't hear what he said. "Charlie..."

              "Me, ok?" he blurted. You blinked at him in surprise. "Ever since that first day of college I just wanted to kiss the hell out of you, but then I made stupid walls because of hockey and you just seemed so eager to say we were friends that when I fell in love with you," Charlie paused. "I was afraid to tell you." You sat there gaping at him. "See? I shouldn't have said anything. I'm just going to-" Charlie had stood to leave, but you grabbed his tie and yanked him back down to the couch.

              "Oh no buddy. I've waited two years for this. I'm getting that kiss." You moved to straddle Charlie as he leaned back. He cupped your face in his hands and brought your face down for a kiss. It was long and slow and soon you were both needing air.

              "Finally" Charlie muttered.

              "Shut up" you whispered as you kissed him again.

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