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Masterpiece ݁₊ ⊹ ݁ || Ex?Luigi Mangione x Ghoster!Reader TWs: Reader is an actual supervillain, fire/animal symbolism, smut w plot, penetration, blood mention, fingering, finger sucking, spanking, hate-fucking, toxic relationships, dark-ish elements, baby trapping if you squint, arguing, again reader is a supervillain, cocky Luigi, crying, overstim, brat-taming elements, etc. A/N: This is like. Seriously depraved work😭

In your defense, the universe always tends towards disorder.

Anyone who passed grade school level chemistry could recite this law to you like it was imprinted on the back of their hand. So it was only human nature.

It had been about 5 months since you last spoke to your nerd. That’s around one-hundred and fifty-two days without his coco brown curls against your chest while he told you about his little machinery and computer nonsense while you tuned his words out as you scrolled on your phone.

You let him follow you around like a lost puppy, trailing behind you at events as you held his hand with an iron-clad bite. You do love him, really. He’s adorable, he’s smart, he’s hot.

But you just couldn’t stay tied to anyone for too long.

So as your texts slowly shifted in the blue-to-grey ratio, Luigi found himself holed up more frequently in his room, click-click-clacking away on his computer as sadness and confusion engulfed him.

Did he do something wrong? Was he too clingy? What could he possibly have done to deter you so far away from him for so long?

Time and days slipped through the cracks of his hands like scalding water; burning him with scars only evident to those that got too close to his fingers. He didn’t want to elaborate, he just wanted his baby back.

And in typical nerd fashion, what did he do? Take it out on his craft.

Hunched over the silver laptop, deep black bags under his eyes while he scanned the typed binary over and over. It still wasn’t working. The dumb robot couldn’t pick up on certain commands and froze whenever he tried to raise an arm for it to copy.

He huffed in genuine frustration, trying his hardest not to shatter the computer with his own two hands. It didn’t help that he was in constant disarray, his usually organized and neat surroundings lacking their usual order.

He was always an empathetic and caring man, putting others' needs and wants before his. He felt for those around him in a way that others normally wouldn’t. So yeah, he cried a little bit. What he thought was a deep and stable connection to someone he found so tantalizingly perfect turned out to be trivial to you!

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as his vision fogged. So much stress for one person wasn’t anywhere near healthy, but something had to give. That’s what he told himself, anyway.

He’d feel better when he finished his code. He’d be able to breathe when he breathed life into something else that wasn't a relationship. All he wanted to do was prove to himself that he wasn’t a total failure, and could still do something right.

Tidal waves crashed against him, the bitter salt streaming down his face as he sucked in a deep, shaky breath in an almost pathetic fashion. This is why she wanted nothing to do with me, he thought. He was an unpredictable, emotional, unorganized mess. 

There’s no way in hell someone would want to be tied to this–

Ding!

What the hell?

His brows pinched together, the wet anguish slowly coming to a halt as he picked up his phone from the table.

“hey…U awake ?”

He stared at the text, dazed and confused as his meltdown began to subside, only for it to be replaced with a whirlwind of panic. Luigi had no idea what to say. He was upset that you dared to waltz back into his recents like nothing ever happened, but he was so. So. SO. SO SO SO SO SO down to have you back.

He paused, thinking it over in his head, outweighing the pros and cons of responding or even opening the message. He didn’t wanna cry again, but he also didn’t wanna fuck up the opportunity to hold you and bask in your sweet, candy-like scent again.

You burned his tongue and thoughts like war, your everlasting enchantments invading his head every time he dared to glance at the first initial of your name. With a hand squeezed over his mouth, his pointer finger gently nudging the bottom of his nose, he picked up the phone as his large thumbs began to type in his password.

He didn’t want to answer immediately, out of fear that his quick and compliant response would scare you away like it might have done last time. Instead, he paced around his room a couple of times. He hopped, skipped, and almost flipped as he worked up the balls to open the message.

And then, he typed.

He typed for what felt like years, centuries even. But only managed to type a couple of sentences before deleting a good two-thirds of the remainder.

“ Hey! Listen, I understand you’re probably going through something and reached out bc you’ve processed some things that led to you ghosting me, but for the sake of my health, I can’t keep you around anymore. I’ve been piecing together my mental stability for a while now, and I think I should keep working on myself. ”

Ouch.

“ Oh, ok sorry I’ll go . “

“ Actually, fuck it I'm healed. Come over ”

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Double ouch.

Luigi lacked the ability to stand up whenever necessary. You knew that. It was a very easy conclusion to come to when all he did was people-please. The way his eyes scanned certain faces for subconscious approval said it all.

You threw on your grey sweater, dark blue denim jeans, and a random pair of socks before sliding on your Uggs and slamming the front door behind you. You didn’t really expect Luigi to be so…compliant. You didn’t even say anything, he just…folded.

You figured he’d be upset, or put up at least a semblance of a fight, but no. He welcomed you back with almost puppy-like resolve.

Luigi sped around his room, quickly straightening up his home like his life depended on it, and in a way, it did. You were his entire life, and he didn’t want to scare you away again with his unorganized and messy bullshit. He did his best to cover up his deteriorating mind, dressing up his room in faux warmth that he knew you’d probably be able to spot as soon as you walked in.

Things were back in their respective places, the big light was off, little lamps and ambient lights were on, and his work could be pushed to the side for a minute longer.

With his room straightened, he stumbled into his bathroom to fix his curls. He got a good look in the mirror before realizing why beauty brands made concealer and letting out a frustrated groan. He wet his curls, gently bringing the coco spirals back to life with his hands before brushing his teeth like a madman.

He could feel lady doom lingering closer and closer the longer time had passed. Her footsteps of feminine fright would soon reach his front door, and he knew he’d have to pick up the pieces of the ruins later. But he was fine with that.

In fact, he wanted you to wreck the ruins again. Your presence, and absence, had been the biggest motivating force for him to do better, even if it meant he was at his worst. His tears would drip down onto his keyboard in the days to come, and he’d grow angrier with himself for allowing this to happen for a second time.

But he loved the disorder. He’s never pushed out more concepts and projects in his life. Your chaos completed part of his brain that lacked spontaneity. He could plug you into any part of his mind, and you’d quickly help him solve any formula or theorem. Sanity be damned, you were great for him in the worst way possible.

Pain was a fierce motivator, but he’d let himself be scorched and burned in your arms every day if it meant he could keep all the pieces of his mind working.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the front door swing open, and for a second he swore he heard thunder crack and pop when you revealed yourself in the doorframe, your ringlet keychain spinning around on your pointer finger.

You waltzed in like you owned the place, gently pushing the door shut before making quick work of shuffling your shoes off by the door.

“Lui!” You called, setting your keys on the side table and making your way to Luigi’s room.

And there he was before you, in his tired, muscular, and disheveled glory. He looked like he had been crying. His eyes were slightly puffy, the tip of his nose was faintly red, and he clearly wasn’t focused on keeping up with his now stubbling beard.

“Hi, Lulu” you purred, standing up on your tiptoes to lace your arms around his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

“Hey, love…” he sighed, immediately wrapping his arms around the small of your back and hoisting you up to carry you the rest of the way to his room. “How’ve you been?”

“Ugh, terrible” you huffed, rolling your eyes as you took in the familiar, warmly-lit room. “I’ve been so tired, and my nail lady canceled on me.”

Luigi chuckled, more-or-so at the irony of your problems compared to his. You seemed completely unaffected by ghosting him. Ouch, number three.

“But I missed you…” you mused, running your fingertip along the arch of his nose teasingly.

“Did you?” He asked, raising a very unamused eyebrow as he gently grabbed your wrist, plopping himself down on the edge of his bed with you in his lap.

“Mhm…Sooo much. Sorry I flaked on you, I was going through something” You smiled, mashing your lips against his to prevent him from asking any more questions. You chuckled onto his lips gripping the back of his neck in a way you know you definitely shouldn’t be.

He winced, instinctively reaching for your hand before you smacked it away. A nonverbal way of saying “Leave it alone.”

He groaned in a mix of pain and slight frustration, opening his eyes a fraction to shoot you an unamused glare. “Whats…going on with you,” he asked between hot and fervent kisses.

“Not sure…” You panted, full-on yanking the back of his hair just to leave purple and blue marks all across his jugular. You were a little mean, which you acknowledged, so you let go of his fistful of hair before peppering gentle kisses to his face. “Sorry.”

Luigi sighed, holding you as close as possible while you pecked the tip of his nose. 

“What is it with you and my nose, baby? You do this every time you come see me…” He chuckled, a cocky grin forming on his face.

“You have no idea how gorgeous it is…like, none at all” You stated, smiling at him before leaning forward to push him on his back and just lay on top of him. “It’s perfect, really.”

“Weirdo…” He teased.

“Watch your mouth, Luigi” You quipped, giggling quietly at his sass before rolling off of him and getting comfortable between his sheets.

“You came all the way to my house…to sleep in my bed?” He asked, propping himself up as he stared at you with genuine confusion.

“What?” You asked, leaning up from his fluffy blankets to stare at him blankly. “You don’t want me sleeping here? Want me to go do something else?”

“No, no no you’re fine, you’re fine” he stated, shaking his head instantly as he pressed a firm hand to your chest to keep you from getting up. “Nap, sleep, die, anything you do is fine. Wait don’t die…”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes in amusement as you pulled him closer to you by his wrist. 

“You’re being so shy, come here…” You mused, positioning him next to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck again. “Tell me about your day. What’d you do today, handsome?”

He practically swooned as soon as you asked him about his day. He giggled quietly, fanboying like some sort of geek interacting with his fictional crush for the first time.

“My day was…it was fine,” He lied, ignoring the fact that he had been crying just 30 minutes earlier. “I fixed some of my code today, and… that’s it.”

You nodded, gently carding your hand through his hair while he rested the side of his head against your chest.

You hummed, nodding at his short little daily summary. He wasn’t really the type to do absolutely nothing all day, so hearing him essentially say he did nothing all day was kind of a shock.

“What? That’s it?” You teased, giving him a look of feigned shock. “I would have at least expected you to go on a jog or something…” 

“Well I did go on jogs, but my motivation significantly decreased since you ghosted me” He spat, shooting you a sassy and serious glare.

“I said I was sorry, Lu. I fell on dark times and shit, my bad!” You huffed, rolling your eyes at his sudden spite. Brat.

“Dark times but you’re going on bar-crawls and getting your nails done every two weeks…you could have at least blocked me” He huffed.

Luigi turned his face to look up at you, and for the first time in over 5 months, you came face-to-face with his vulnerability. He was hurt, and he did have some right to be, but you did what you told yourself was helping you feel better. So what if that involved having fun? You’re a grown woman.

“Oh, because turning to bars and fucking up my sleep schedule and academics is sooooo fun. Thanks, Luigi” You drawled, watching as his dark and heavy brows cinched together with repulsion.

“I don’t wanna hear that. You know damn well that’s not what was happening–”

“You weren’t there!” You shouted, immediately taking your hands off of him and throwing them up in defense.

“And who’s fault is that?” He exclaimed, giving you the most irritated and know-it-all glare ever. “I reached out every day for two months, only to get one-word responses, brushed off, any bullshit you could find in the hat! YOU are the reason I wasn’t there!”

You were nothing short of over it. You groaned, throwing your head back in bitter anger as his unfortunately correct point hit you. There wasn’t shit you could say about that.

“I wasn’t doing good, Luigi!” You growled, slowly standing up from his bed. “I just kept making stupid decisions, and I felt like you weren’t going to love me anymore!”

“When have I EVER made you feel like I was going to stop loving you!?” He stated, his arms outstretched in a half-shrug. He was growing more and more impatient with your excuses. All he really wanted to hear from you was that you were sorry.

You let out a long, drawn-out groan as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You stared at him, his arms crossed and his face slightly scrunched as he stared back at you.

“I’m not gonna keep doing this with you,” You huffed, shaking your head while your pointer and middle finger rubbed your temples.

“Oh, so you don't wanna talk now that you don't have a point. Of course. Totally” He nodded, irritants clear on his face as he rolled his eyes.

“I just fucking hate feeling like I’m being antagonized, Luigi!” You huffed, throwing your hands in the air in defense. “You’re antagonizing me when I said I was going through a rough patch, do you know how evil that is!?”

He went completely silent. He just stared down at you with a mix of disbelief and frustrated disdain. He bent down a bit, placing his hands on his knees as he got as close as he wanted to.

The anger in his eyes rivaled that of the goddess Lyssa, the flames of onyx searing permanent wounds into your own. It was hot. Literally.

You straightened your posture a bit for the first time in a while, daring him to say something so you could meet him with a remark just as scorching.

The floor below you was beginning to cover with soot and ash, the embers of venomous attraction breaking off and cracking on the floor.

You couldn’t help but smirk at his rabid anger; it was involuntary. Your dulled and dainty fangs flashed in front of him, a crooked and twisted smile overtaking your face as you fought the urge to laugh.

The smoke fizzled off of him, filling the poorly ventilated room rapidly as he scowled down at you.

“You’re terrible. You like arguing, and that’s scary—“ he began, each syllable aiming to draw a new coat of ruby-red lacerations across your heart. But it all stopped when he felt a pair of lips mash against his own.

He sighed internally, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around your waist as the gears of the cycle fell back into place. There wasn’t any escaping at this point. He was used to the crying, the sleepless nights, and all of the fresh coats of pain you could pull from him.

You giggled drunkenly, high on the poison that emitted from the pair of you. You slipped your tongue past his lips, invading as much personal space as you could in such a short amount of time.

You went to speak, pulling away from him momentarily in hopes of landing another jab at him, only to yelp at a sharp sting on the back of your behind.

“Shut up,” he commanded, sparing you not so much as a second glance as he brought his hand up to the back of your neck. “You talk too much.”

His sharp and pointed canines pulled at the bottom of your lip, the fear of broken skin lingering in the back of your mind as the sizzling pain caused you to shudder.

Your lips reunited in a searing, iron-enriched kiss as you snaked your hands around his hair, tugging on it like it was your only chance at a semblance of vengeance. 

Luigi groaned, practically growling at you before he scooped you off the ground by the back of your thighs to throw you back down on his messy and crinkled sheets.

“I fuckin’ HATE you!” You spat, narrowing your eyes at him with a downright feral and harrowing smile.

He scoffed, smushing your cheeks together between his thumb and the remainder of his fingers until the skeleton of your teeth pushed against him. 

“Didn’t I say shut up? I swear I said stop talking…” He scolded, landing another sharp smack to the side of your thigh that had you flinching away from his free hand.

A quiet whine emitted from you as you made no attempts to wriggle away from him as he left hickey after hickey along the exposed expanse of your neck and shoulders.

He loomed over top of you, evidence of his growing lust straining against the fabric of his grey sweatpants. He took one look at you, tilting his head to the side a little as if he were trying to solve another one of his stupid computer problems.

Picking you apart with his eyes, he was. Your feral, lust-blown eyes, messy and slightly frizzy hair, the way your chest heaved up and down in heavy pants. Yeah, it’s over.

He hooked his hand under your sweater, glancing at you briefly for confirmation before pulling it over your head in a matter of seconds.

“Lied to my face for a whole 10 minutes…dark times my ass, you‘ve got some nerve” he rasped, his eyes raking over the absolute art of you in nothing but jean shorts and a pretty little bra.

“Stop calling me a fucking liar, bitch” you spat, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I’m calling you a fucking liar,” he stated, tugging down your shorts with little care of if it hurt you or not. The fabric swept down your thighs with a burning resistance, the little zipper on the front popping immediately.

His strong hands ripped the cotton fabric of your panties, frayed and torn fabric resting on the bed before another sharp slap landed on the side of your thigh again. There was no filter to block you from his frustration this time, a loud cry fleeing from your lips as you flinched away from the sensation.

“Cried too fuckin’ much for you to look me in my face and say your day was terrible cuz your nails were late…cry me a river” he huffed, pressing his thumb to your clit.

You cried in ecstasy and slight shock. Normally Luigi was so very gentle, carrying everything in his hands with practiced cherish. Tech was fragile, and with as many years he had spent with it, he had learned to move and grasp with the strength of a newborn deer.

But all you could sense when his fingers began to maneuver around your folds, spreading your essence around was heated malice.

Right now, he hated your guts. And what do you do to something you hate?

Destroy it, of course.

You moaned as quietly as you could as his fingers bullied their way into your glistening cunt. It’s hard to focus on being mad at someone when their pretty fingers are curling so deliciously against that spongy spot inside of you that reduces you to a moaning and panting mess.

“Yeah…can‘t really talk when I’m fucking you good, hm?” He patronized, literally looking down at you as his free hand came to grasp the sides of your throat.

You grasped his wrist, squeezing at the prominent veins as you stared up at him through half-lidded eyes. You smiled, your whine turning into involuntary giggles.

“Fuck…you..” you spat in between oxygen-induced delirium, your cheeks feeling warm as the sticky, sloppy noises filled the otherwise quiet room.

“You will soon,” he mumbled, taking his hand off your throat to press it over your mouth while he got to work on leaving more hickeys across your chest. Deep burgundy and purple were sure to liter your entire upper body in the morning.

He continued his brutal and rapid pace as his middle and ring finger slid in and out of you with no resistance. The sounds that he managed to coerce from you were sinful; pants of his name, whines and gasps of “please” and “keep going.”

“Actually I think I wanna hear you…” He hummed, removing his hand from your mouth as soon as he began to feel you clench down on his fingers.

You twisted and writhed under him, not wanting to give the satisfaction of pulling an orgasm from you so quickly. 

“Aww…it’s ok, you can give up,” he cooed, smiling down at you as your muscles tensed and flexed.

You froze, the rubber band that had been coiling and twisting snapping with the force of heavy thunder. It was a painfully conscious effort not to scream as Luigi’s skillful fingers caressed and coaxed your sensitive clit into crying over him.

And she wept, spilling the secrets you would never she mimicked the heavy tears Luigi had dropped nights before. Pulsing and squeezing as he withdrew his fingers, popping them in his own mouth to lick them clean.

“I love you,” he truthed, gazing down at you to take in your blissed-out and teary expression.

The baby hairs stuck to your forehead, the artificial twinkle in your eyes, and the little part in your mouth as you panted to catch your breath.

“I…I ha-hate you—!” You fibbed, watching the way he arched a brow and grabbed your ankle.

“Oh so we’re still lying,” he said, hoisting your ankle over his shoulder before pushing down his sweatpants. “Cute socks,” he added before pressing a feather-light kiss on the lateral side of your ankle.

“Lying isn’t good for the soul…We’re gonna fix that,” he said, freeing his heavy and lengthy dick from his prisoning boxers.

You chuckled, not being able to form a coherent thought as venom and euphoria swirled in your mind. He tapped his fat, grapefruit-pink tip on your pearly little clit, chuckling quietly at the way you jolted from the sensation.

“Tell me about…your shitty 5 months…” he groaned, a whine highlighting the end of his words as he slowly pushed into you, spearing you open as his right hand came to rest next to your head.

Your hands came up to his back, clawing at the tanned skin as you moaned directly in his ear.

“You suck, Luigi…” you mewled, eyes rolling to the back of their sockets. That stupid joke he consistently cracked about his PhD was no joke, and he was giving you all the proof you needed.

“You’re a nightmare,” you began, frantic butterflies zooming through your stomach as he began to slowly piston in and out of you. “So fffucking clingy…! Wish I never fuckin’ met you.”

“You’re no better” he grunted, swiftly sliding the hand that was next to your head under your neck, forcing your head upwards so you could look him in the eyes. 

“Manipulative…conniving…perfect…hot fuckin’ mess” He babbled, a ghost of a smirk forming on his face as he felt you place your other ankle over his shoulder.

He moved his hand from the back of your neck to your knee, keeping it secure in place as he began to rapidly increase in pace. His hips rocked against yours, low grunts and pathetic whines falling from his mouth as he stared down at you with a mix of desire and exasperation.

“Keep…fuckin’ talking,” he panted, using his free hand to press against the bulge he consistently created in your womb. “Tell me how I suck.”

At this point, you were full-on moaning and crying. He invaded every single one of your senses like some sort of sex parasite, blocking the receptors in your brain that allowed you to think properly.

He was everywhere; In front of you, inside of you, all in your guts as your poor achy cunt fell victim to his bullying.

“Pretentious…Asshole! I said what I said,” you said in between gasps of breath that came increasingly rare as Luigi ravaged you whole.

He chuckled, bringing both of his hands to the back of your thighs and pushing them up against your shoulders just so he could get in your face. 

“You say that but you’re squeezing me like a fuckin’ hug…” he growled, knitting his brows together in ecstasy.

He was furious; fucking all of his anger into you, watching as your body jumped with the force of his thrusts. He could see why people lost their minds to women, running to grab a pencil and paper to capture the essence of someone doing something as mundane as changing their clothes.

Your hands clawing into his back, sharp enough to draw predatory reminders of red-hot passion every time he went to the gym. Your face scrunched up in euphoria as you fought to keep eye contact, the way he held you down like a ferocious beast as he threatened to put an end to your primitive barbarity.

He couldn’t capture this in code, absolutely not. He envied the artist who could recreate this scene from memory later on in the small frame of a sketchbook or the tall stature of a canvas. Art is beautiful in all its subjective beauty, and you were his perfect moving masterpiece.

He groaned and gigged into your neck as he leaned down, sucking on the sensitive flesh while he did his best to knock some sense, or maybe even a baby, into you. When he felt your velvety and warm walls begin to flutter and twitch around him, only then did he come back up to ask.

“You miss me?”

“Fuck yes, oh my god so much…” you babbled, your waterline brimming with tears as you struggled to even conceptualize the man above you. Your stomach jolted and fluttered with want, your ears rang with need, your hands scratched with fever, and your mind fogged with lust.

The coil deep within you snapped, prompting a string of swears to fly from your lips as you painted Luigi with your pearly-white release, flashes of what you could only believe to be heaven dancing behind your eyelids as your mind dished out one last command to regain a semblance of control.

Your ankles wrapped around Luigi’s waist, trapping him against you as his moans turned into high and breathy wines.

He painted your insides a new shade of angelic white, stiffing against you as he cried out your name in blissful ecstasy. 

He collapsed on top of you, huffing and puffing as he registered the little move you pulled.

“And you said you didn’t like me…”

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sugar - will borgen

will borgen x reader

summary: building a gingerbread house with will on a snowy night but you get…. sidetracked

warnings: slight nsfw/implied smut but mostly fluff

words count: 2.4k

you watched the snow falling outside, the trees bending and blowing in the wind as it began to get dark outside. you were waiting (rather impatiently) for your boyfriend will to get home, picking at your fingernails anxiously as more and more time went by. realistically, he had only been gone for about an hour, and the stores were sure to be busy this time of year; and the weather probably made things even slower. what made matters worse is that he hadn’t told you where or why he was going out, just that he ‘shouldn’t be gone too long’.

as it began to approach your definition of ‘too long’, you breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of headlights illuminating the street, and wills car pulling into the driveway. you wrapped the blanket that had been over your lap around your shoulders and walked over to the door, the cold draft nipping at your toes even through your fuzzy socks; a gift from will last christmas. you opened the door as he got to the porch, letting him inside and quickly shutting to door to keep out the snow. he had a brown paper bag in his hand from the grocery store, and you wondered what he could have needed this late in the evening.

“hey, sorry it took longer than i thought it would,” he apologized, shaking off the snow that had gathered on his shoulders and atop his beanie covered head. “the traffic was bad and i was trying to drive carefully.”

“that’s okay. i’m just glad you’re home,” you smiled, taking the bag from his hand and placing it on the chair near the door. you helped him out of his snowy jacket, sliding the sleeves off his arms as he shivered slightly. his cheeks and the tip of his nose were a light shade of pink, and a few snowflakes had collected in his eyelashes. he hung up his jacket in the closet and stepped out of his boots, and you squeaked in surprise as his arms wrapped around you, his body freezing cold against yours.

“will-“

“you’re really warm,” he laughed, not letting go of you as you tired to squirm out of his icy grip.

“come sit by the fire with me.”

“don’t you want to see what i bought?” he asked, but waddled with you towards the sofa anyway. the two of you tumbled onto the couch, and you curled up with your legs over wills, leaning against the armrest as you pulled the blanket from around your shoulders.

“here,” you smiled, placing it around his shoulders and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “snuggle with me for 5 minutes and then you can show me what you bought.”

“deal,” he smiled back, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his nose still cold against yours. you let your hands reach up and slide your fingers beneath the cuff of his damp beanie, sliding it off his head and allowing yourself access to his brown hair. you brushed your fingers through it, restoring it to its usual fluffy state after the hat had matted it down. will was usually wearing a hats of some kind, so you took advantage of any opportunity you got to play with his hair.

“do you feel warmer yet?” you asked softly, leaving gentle kisses down the side of his neck, being extra gentle around the scar across his throat.

“mhm,” he hummed happily, holding you close to him as his body temperature returned to normal. “come on, i want to show you what i got at the store,” he gently pushed your legs off of his, kissing your lips one more time before you both got off the couch. he grabbed the bag and you followed him into the kitchen, where he placed it on the counter.

“a gingerbread house?” you asked as he presented the contents of the bag to you; a build your own gingerbread house kit. “you went out in the storm for this?” you asked playfully, and he nodded, his eyes sparkling brightly as he opened the box.

“we can build it together,” he explained, taking little bags of candies and other decorations out of the box, as well as the pieces for the house itself. you shook your head, but agreed, clearing off the kitchen island to make room to work. will connected his phone to the bluetooth speaker on the counter, choosing a winter playlist before he grabbed a tray to build the house on, and you both washed your hands. you trimmed the end off of the icing bags, laying down a thin layer on the tray to stick the floor down.

“can you hold the walls in place while i glue them to the floor?” you asked, and will nodded. he stood behind you, his arms under yours as he held the pieces in place so you could stick them there with the icing, and you giggled as he gently kissed your shoulder.

“don’t mess it up,” he teased playfully, but continued to distract you with kisses on the side of your neck.

“will-“

“what?” he asked innocently, but you could hear the smile in his voice as you finally got the sides of the house to stay in place. there was a bit of icing on your finger, and you managed to turn around in the small space will had left between his body and the island. you caught him off guard, wiping the icing off your finger onto the end of his nose, and he looked surprised for a second before laughing.

“we’re not gonna have enough icing if you start that,” he scolded, taking the icing off his face with his finger and putting it in his mouth. a tiny bit of icing remained on the corner of his lips, and you could taste it as you kissed him softly, his hands landing on your hips as he pulled you against his body. you moaned softly as his tongue slid past your lips, the sugary taste of the kiss making your head spin as he kissed you harder. your hands gripped at the hem of his brown hoodie, sliding beneath the fabric to loop your fingers through his belt loops and pull his hips against yours.

“baby…” he groaned, looking down at you through heavily lidded eyes.

“yes?” your eyes met his as you smiled.

“please,” he breathed, and you kissed him softly one more time before turning your attention back to the gingerbread house. “you’re such a tease,” he laughed, shaking his head with a smile, his cheeks flushed pink again, but this time with warmth instead of cold.

“you’re the one who wanted to build the gingerbread house,” you reminded him, and he rolled his eyes, but the smile remained on his face as you grabbed the icing again. “hold the roof in place?”

“sure,” he agreed, standing behind you again and holding the pieces in place; his presence behind you far more noticeable this time.

with some patience and teamwork, you managed to get the house built and standing on its own, which just left decorating it. you set down the near empty icing bag and will moved his arm to let you out from between himself and the counter, going to grab the candies from the box. when you turned around, will had the icing bag in his hands and was putting some on his finger.

“don’t eat all of it-“

“i’m not!” he protested, setting down the bag. “here,” he held out his hand towards you, and with a smirk, watched as you put your lips around his finger, licking the frosting off it.

his eyes darkened as he stared at you, before you felt his hands take the bag of red and green candies from you, his large hands enveloping yours almost completely as he tossed the sweets onto the counter and his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“will-“ you exclaimed as he tugged you towards him roughly, but not hard enough to hurt you, and you caught yourself against his chest. his lips pressed to yours, teeth nibbling at your bottom lip as his hand held the back of your neck. your hands laced through his hair, messing up the brown locks as he walked forwards, your back hitting the edge of the counter with a soft thud as he trapped you between him and the granite surface again. his kisses trailed down your jaw, his teeth leaving indentations on the skin of your neck as a soft whimper escaped your lips. “the gingerbread-“

“we can finish it later,” he interrupted, and your hips bucked towards his instinctively as he left a trail of lovebites across your skin.

“will,” you repeated, they say you hummed his name like music to his ears. his lips trailed up to yours again, kissing you passionately. you both breathed heavily as he rested his forehead against yours, each taking a moment to catch your breath. you couldn’t help but smile, and you both became a mess of giggles as he bumped his nose against yours, arms wrapping around you in a bear hug.

“i love you,” you mumbled, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, and he laughed softly at the way your breath tickled his skin.

“i love you too,” he kissed the side of your head, breathing in the scent of your body spray that always lingered on his sweaters when you stole them. you looked up at him and reached up to fix his hair that your fingers had made a mess of.

“what is it with you and my hair today?” he smiled, laughing softly as you shrugged.

“you always have a hat on, i never get to touch your hair.”

“come on, then. we’ll watch a movie and you can play with my hair all you want,” he laughed warmly, dragging you back towards the living room. will grabbed the remote as you sat down on the couch, before he sat next to you, laying his head in your lap as he looked for something to watch. as promised, your fingers immediately traced through his soft brunette locks, and he hummed softly in content.

“what do you want to watch?” he asked, and you yawned, leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“you can pick something, i’m probably going to fall asleep,” you admitted.

“i might fall asleep with you playing with my hair,” he argued, but you could tell he didn’t want you to stop. will flipped to a channel playing a random hallmark christmas movie, something neither of you would care to pay too much attention to.

you sat in silence for a little while, and you almost thought will had fallen asleep, but his eyes opened at the feeling of your hands no longer in his hair.

“do you want to finish the gingerbread house?” you offered, and he laughed, looking up at you with sleepy eyes.

“i don’t know - it seemed a little distracting for you-“ he teased.

“for me?” you scoffed in disbelief as he laughed, and started to poke him in the ribs playfully. will burst out laughing as you tickled him, his nose scrunching cutely before he sat up to get away from your assault.

“okay, maybe it was distracting for both of us,“ he surrendered

“maybe,” you smiled, shaking your head as he pushed his hair back and out of his face.

“what if we just eat the rest of the decorations and leave the house plain?”

“why? don’t think you can keep your hands to yourself?” you challenged, and his eyebrow twitched, the corner of his mouth turning upwards in smirk.

“you think i can’t?” he replied, looking at you expectantly.

“no,” you pressed.

“do you want to bet?” he taunted.

“bet that we can not touch or kiss eachother for the time it takes to finish decorating the gingerbread house? deal,�� you smiled, getting up and dragging him back towards the kitchen.

“what happens if one of us loses?” you asked, and he shrugged, not having thought that far ahead.

“okay,” you laughed. “i guess we’ll figure it out later.” you grabbed the icing bag again and began attaching alternating coloured candies to the roof like lights. will watched, snatching a few candies and eating them, and you almost slapped his hand away when you realized that technically, that would lose you the bet. he seemed to realize this as well, and began picking off the candies you had already stuck to the house.

“will, stop it!”

“make me,” he dared you, and you frustratedly were too stubborn to lose the bet, and watched as he continued to undo all your hard work. his hands reached for the bag of gumdrops, and at this rate there wasn’t going to be anything left to decorate the house with. you hadn’t planned on stopping to his level, but decided it might be fun to make it a bit more difficult for him, if that’s how he wanted to be.

“i thought you wanted there to be decorations on the house, not just eat them all,” you scolded.

“i do, i only ate a few of-“ he paused, exhaling deeply, and you could swear he cursed under his breath as you maintained eye contact with him, licking frosting off of your finger painfully slowly.

“what’s wrong?” you asked innocently, and he shook his head, his hands on your waist immediately as his lips captured yours.

he kissed you deeply, his fingertips digging into your skin roughly as his tongue explored your mouth. you smiled into the kiss, knowing that you had won the bet, but also just happy to have his lips on yours.

“you lost,” you teased, and his hand wrapped gently around your throat.

“mhmm,” he hummed. “i’ll get over it,” he laughed. you kissed him again, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as your hands slid down his chest to his belt buckle.

“what do i get for winning?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him as he stared down at you, his eyes darker than usual.

“god, whatever you want,” he muttered, his breath hitching in his throat as your hand slipped into his jeans.

“kiss me again,” you requested, and he didn’t need to be told twice. even though he had lost the bet, he was still pretty happy as you stumbled to the couch, hands wandering across bodies, gripping at any inch of each other you could reach.

“was it worth the trip to the store?” you asked, as he hovered over you on the sofa, a smile spreading across his face.

“definitely.”

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[fangaminghell]

I know there's some people who aren't far in deso right now so I'll put my thoughts below Just In Case. This is mostly oc musings, so nothing too heavy.

So I still think Gabi ends up leaving the Foxes after the city fire in Celia North, since that's was when things got Too Real for him. Gabi is just a teen mind you, and all of this stuff is way more than he thought he'd be doing. He's scared and doesn't know what to do. It's why Cande had an easy time convincing him back, since again, this poor kid was so scared.

Now I don't think Gabi was officially a Black Fox member by that point. Like maybe he needed to " prove his worth" in order to secure the bag that he was promised. And that being the raid in Celia City North. Hmm maybe before then Gabi was assigned to keep an eye on Asra- as much as a 16 year old can anyway. He basically had to give them Asra's whereabouts for an ambush.

When everything was said and done, Cande took the fall for Gabi, as Gabi was still ultimately associated with the Black Foxes. But I think, given the fact that Cande helped against the Black Foxes, Gabi was let off the hook and they were able to get access to a doctor for Nia ( Rosetta and Aaron vouched for them both). The only real "punishment" that Cande would face is him having to help Asra on their journey, which honestly Cande was considering anyway. Gabi and Nia would be within the protection of Asra's manor, and Rosetta would personally check in on them when Cande has to leave with the group. And don't worry, Nia gets better :)

And....yeah. I think that's Cande's little introduction arc :3

[vinnieslove]

skin care

summary; vinnie let’s you do some skin care on him

warnings; pet names (baby, princess)

authors note; ENJOY I LITERALLY HAVENT POSTED IN FOREVER AND IM SORRY

it was currently 9:48pm and you were laying and your bed you shared with vinnie while he was playing video games at his desk. you were currently scrolling through tiktok, as you had nothing else to do.

after watching a tik tok about a cute cat, you scrolled to the next which happened to be a girlfriend doing skin care on her boyfriend. you watched as she pulled his hair back with a headband, did a face mask, jade roll, moisturize, and all that other stuff to her boyfriend. you first thought was how cute this was. then suddenly, the idea to do it to vinnie popped in your head.

you hopped out of bed and shuffled you way over to vinnie. you lazily wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, “hi baby.” you greeted him with kisses on his check and neck.

“hi princess,” he said while leaning into your touch. “what’s up?”

“mmm, can i do some skin care on you,” giving him lots of kisses in hopes of persuading him.

vinnie doesn’t give it much thought before agreeing and finishing his game. “let me finish this real quick. it’ll only be a couple more minutes.”

you never really minded when vinnie played video games like most girlfriends would. that’s because vinnie wasn’t so distracted by them as other boyfriends were. whenever you needed him, or simply just wanted to cuddle, he would 98% of the time stop whatever he was doing and immediately be by your side. that other 2% was if he was nearly done with the game he would ask if he could finish and you always said yes.

it was also a big bonus to see how happy he got when he won whatever game was playing.

while you waited for vinnie to finish, you got out all that you wanted, except for stuff that needed to be cold; you kept that in your pink mini skincare fridge your parents gifted you a couple years ago.

you picked out three of your five skincare headbands for vinnie to pick out. you had also picked out a few different kinds of face masks for him to chose from too.

when you left your shared bathroom, vinnie was laying, waiting patiently on your bed scrolling through his phone. a small smile brightened your face as you made your way to him, setting down the stuff you gathered on the bed. you sat on your knees beside him on the bed and greeted him with a quick kiss then began.

“okay, first, which headband do you want,” you held up all the options. “this one is bear ears, this one’s cat ears, and this one is just a white bow.” you held out each option as you called it out.

vinnie pondered and looked between the three, “the bear one.” he pointed to.

vinnie lifted his head slightly as you pulled it over his head and bringing it up to pull his hair out of his face.

“we totally don’t have to do this and it’s up to you but,” you paused momentarily. “can i do your eyebrows?”

without any hesitation, vinnie agreed, “of course, baby.”

so you got out your derma blade and tweezers. “now, if this hurts, tell me and i’ll stop.” vinnie just nodded in response.

you fixed the top of his brows and plucked some of the hairs under it. each time you plucked the hairs, vinnie would squint in pain. it hurt, but of course he would take it just for you. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” you would apologize quietly after every pluck.

“now the hard part is over. let’s get relaxing!” he loved your enthusiasm; it made his heart beat a thousand miles per minute.

vinnies eyes were shut and you were opening the eye mask bag. “wait,” vinnie softly interrupted. “cand you, maybe, explain everything while you do it?”

you chuckle slightly at this, “of course. right now, i’m taking out these little patch things and i’m putting them under your eyes to help with puffiness and reduce eye bags.” you informed the best you could.

“hey! are you saying i have bad eye bags?!”

you gasped slightly, “what? no!” vinnie laughed at you as you got all flustered and eventually you joined in on the laughter.

before getting started, you straddled his lap and vinnie rested his hands on your thighs. you did what you explained and you took the gold under eye patches and placed them under his eyes. “alright, now i’m going to take this rose-quartz roller and gently massage it in.”

you were barely starting and yet vinnie was already getting so relaxed, he felt sleepy. a faint smile appeared on vinnies face, he could practically see the concentration on your face. the way your eyebrows furrow slightly and your tongue sticks out a little.

once you were done, you set the roller aside and discarded the eye patches back in its original packaging, setting it off to the side and mentally labeling it as the start of the trash pile. “now, you are going to pick out a type of face mask to do.” vinnies eyes open enough to see. “we have a peel-off mask, a sheet mask, or one i can wash off with a wash cloth.” you show the options.

vinnie contemplated for a bit before picking the sheet mask. you had picked out one from your fridge that was infused with aloe vera. “this one has aloe vera, ‘k?” vinnie just hummed in response.

you opened the package and placed the sheet mask on his face, adjusting it before taking the roller and massaging it in again. vinnie hummed at the feeling.

you took the mask off, placing it back in the package, and using your fingers to massage the residue in. afterwards, you gave vinnie a quick kiss before moving on. “now i am putting some vitamin c serum on you.” your voice gentle, relaxing vinnie even more.

you place small drops on key components of his face: forehead, cheeks, and chin. you massaged it in again with your delicate fingers.

finally it was the last step, moisturizer. “last but not least,” you started. vinnie internally frowned, he didn’t want this to end. “moisturizer.” you took your moisturizer and rubbed it in gently.

“all done, baby.” you smiled. vinnies eyes flutter open to look at your beautiful self sitting on his lap. he took one of his hands off your thigh to take off the head band. he sat up as you pushed yourself back to let him sit up.

after he sat up, he gave you a quick yet passionate kiss. “that was amazing. you need to do that more often.” giving you another kiss.

“good. i’m glad you enjoyed.”

you both finsihed your night rountines, settling into bed. you curl up to vinnies side before he says, “next time, i wanna do that to you.”

you chuckle, “i would love that.”

you both snuggle deeper into the bed before drifting off into a relaxing sleep.

[roxineedstosleep]

So I wanted to request a head canon for bruce, dick, damien,conner and clark for where the readers ex tries to win them back!.

Bold of you to assume that they would let a stupid ex to get ypu back to their side!!!. You are theirs. only theirs.

WHAT WOULD HAPPEND IF YOUR EX WANTS YOU BACK?

Okay.

First with the Batifamily:

With Bruce: He is an adult man, has 4 children and several protégés. You are already part of his life, of his soul, you are part of the life of his children and of his home. How is that excuse of being human considered viable for-

Ok he sees the point, he might be too much of a burden for someone who had childless partners and a vigilante life. He understands… But he doesn't necessarily like that.

Unfortunately for him, and for the benefit of that rat, he still maintains his no-kill code. So no, he won't dirty his hands. But he will show with great gestures of love that he can be more than your ex.

Best father, best provider, best friend, best counselor, best partner, best companion. He masters several things on his own with total perfection. Why not show him that he is still so popular among the elite and society of Gotham for a reason?

It doesn't prevent you from going out with him, but he definitely has you well watched. He has your ex very controlled. He knows where they lives, what they does, what they eats, what toilet paper they uses. And any details that bother him will be used to show you why they are…well, your ex.

He manipulates everything to make them look bad. So Bruce cand shine as the perfect partner.

He Is he a person with little patience? he will make you meet him at times when he explodes from his frustration.

He can't stand children? He makes sure that Damian and his children bother him so you can see how mean he is to his children. Children who will be innocent in your eyes.

Was he irresponsible? You will only be able to hear from him when he gets in trouble for his immaturity.

Bruce has fun in these kinds of situations. If your ex-partner was someone who had a bit more brains he would worry. But is not the case. So he sees the situation as a playful game in order to refine the methods of investigation and manipulation of it.

Whata about Dick? :

Well, he is still a young adult.

Attractive, funny, flirtatious and sporty. Not forgetting that he is quite intelligent. Would he feel threatened?

Yes.

Well, I never mentioned that Dick had 100% confidence in his qualities. After all, he was raised by Bruce, who is not the best expression of emotion and tends to belittle his efforts. It is to be thanked that Alfred was influenced in his upbringing and that he himself was somewhat outgoing. He would otherwise be another emotional freak.

Compared to Bruce, he is in the same position as your ex. They are not parents, they are independent adults and they love you. The only thing that is against him is the issue of the justices in tights.

What to do to overcome it?

Deleting him is off the list… he curse B for that. But that doesn't stop him from winning. That never.

Gaslighting. But not for you... for your ex.

He gives you a lot of freedom, he not treat you different at all, he knows that mistrust comes from him and his qualities, not from your behavior.

After all, if you didn't love him you would have gone back to your ex; and that was not the case. It was your ex who came for you when he knew you were in a relationship.

Demonstrating so much confidence makes the other doubt about their qualitys. And if we add that joker side of his, he is the perfect bomb to keep the other at bay.

Did your ex buy you flowers? What a beautiful detail! even the bouquet has the flowers he likes. Isn't he a retail guest?

Did your ex find you at the supermarket? Cool! So maybe they can help you carry those two-little bag purchases that look pretty heavy, while he carries the 5-extra large bags of groceries to the car you two share. Yes, in one trip. But hey!, their help is well welcomed

Does your ex talk about his career advancement and how he might have a better future? Well, that's good, he's already finished a doctorate in criminology, to complement his career as a detective, but his 2-month crash course on savings is SUPER important, you know?

He includes them in all the activies that they crush on, but at the same time humiliates him. He is insecure, but he knows that he has positive qualities and it would be a waste not to take advantage of them.

With our beloved miniature demon, Damian:

He is young, he is just a teenager and he is experiencing love. You, since you are his age, are in the same boat of inexperience and mistakes.

Mistakes that, to his lack of patience, wait for you outside the class and insist that they can still try.

Jealousy wins him over. I will not deny it.

He is still a growing boy, and sadly he acknowledges that he is not the best catch considering that he has an unwelcoming facade. he has serious problems expressing his emotions, he quickly loses his temper, self-centered on many occasions and too formal for casual things.

But, he's also not going to let himself get trampled by a pushy weakling.

So that's when threats work. And one or another lie.

The looks that he throws at your ex are so aggressive that your ex thinks that he is going to kill him at any moment. But, he manages to make others take a dim view of your ex as well.

He manages to generate very realistic and convenient lies to make it look like your ex doesn't stop chasing you, that he looks like a worried boyfriend. What better way to get the frustration out of him without reprimands than by bringing others to his side?

He shares all his worries with his classmates, to look like a tough guy but he cares about his partner; and in this way he makes others not see his threats with bad eyes.

Now with the Sup's:

With Clark:

He uses a strategic approach quite similar to the one Dick uses. And well, being older than Dick and going through a lot with him, as a favorite honorary uncle, we can say that Dick learned that emotional manipulation move from him.

Clark is a southern boy with manners. God help Clark if he ever breaks the proper manners that Martha instilled in him. His biological parents would turn over in their graves if they saw him being bratty or rude to other people after his adoptive parents were so insistent about it.

He may be immune to almost everything, but he's still afraid of his mother's murderous glare if he forgets to properly greet someone.

Therefore, approaching and including the intruder in your relationship is the best way to be able to defeat him.

He has your friends close, but your enemies closer.

His excessive kindness is what terrifies your ex. That and some other comment that can be friendly at first glance, but that can also be deadly if you think badly of it.

"Do you want to stay with us while your house is dewormed? No problem! I KNOW how annoying pests can be if they're not removed properly, right?"

"Do you have problems with your car? If you want I can check it, no strings attached! A small fault or misalignment can cause terrible accidents. And we don't want that, right?"

To you, Clark is nothing more than a complete gentleman who does his best to make your ex feel comfortable with you despite the CLEAR LACK of respect he has for him and your relationship with Clark.

How can Clark be threatening and aggressive if he has only been more than nice to your ex?

That he always threatens him? Lies! he just gives your ex OBVIOUS friendly recommendations. Recommendations I wouldn't have to give if ex was more responsible. What responsible adult doesn't know that?

Clark is just a shy, kind guy who wants everyone to have a more comfortable day. Why would he purposely damage one of the car's tires if the tires he fixed for another friend are perfect?

Your ex is a real paranoid liar. How did you not notice it before?

Clark makes your ex go completely insane and ends up lashing out at him. He thus achieves that you permanently remove your ex from his lives.

Our baby Conner:

Hmm… Conner. I will be honest. Despite his few years of life and the lack of real experience in relationships, Conner is the one who uses the fewest tactics to eliminate the ex of your life.

And, funnily enough, it's because of Lex's influence on him.

Lex can be a terrible villain and a person of completely dubious morals. Bad father? nope. Lex is characterized by always wanting the best and being the best. That includes parenting and nurturing.

Lex, under surveillance of course, made sure that Conner had the best basic social tools despite his… bumpy start in life. And even more so if he insisted on being a hero. Public and interpersonal relations had to be learned in measure. And he did the best he could to make Conner clear on that.

Conner knows, KNOWS, that his jump in age has made him really clumsy, but at the same time they have made him more sensitive about the people around him and know who he wants to interact with or not; who he can put his trust in and who he can't.

Lex made sure that was the first thing he learned.

So? Connor has every confidence that you're not going to leave him. It's that simple.

Mind you, he cares immensely that your ex is the crazy maniac who will hurt you if he doesn't take no for an answer. So he constantly keeps an eye on him. He manages to get you away from any attempt by this so that they are alone and manages to destroy any type of display that is clearly a form of harassment.

He watches over you to protect you and he doesn't hesitate to be open with you about his concerns. He is the type of Yandere who is sincere, but since he has never committed any kind of dangerous act so that you are afraid or doubt him (because he always makes logical and argumentative steps), you have no problem being more cautious in the presence of your ex. .

After that? he brings out the entire arsenal of teachings that Lex instilled in him.

He is completely agile, sophisticated and dedicated to achieving a clear separation gap. All without having to harm someone physically or emotionally.

If despite all that, the ex insists more aggressively … he will use one or another broken bone to achieve his mission. Not that you're complaining about it either, Conner had told you about his concerns with that crazy ex of yours. He only did it to defend you; With him you will never be unprotected.

[kookieswan]

Shades of Us - Strawberry 🍓

Poly!Namgi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Poly, College!AU, Fluff, Humor (semi-crack), Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Frenemies to Lovers, Namjoon is a menace, Yoongi’s sleep deprived and scared, MC is still going with the flow.

Summary: Going out for a late night shopping trip, you didn’t expect to scare off old ladies or fight vacuums, but here you are with your two weirdo roommates.

Notes: The fourth part of SoU, time for some shopping! Hope you all enjoy it and sorry for the long wait!!!

Part of the Shades of Us Series!

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“I’m unsure if this is actually a good idea. Something tells me we might leave the store without much accomplished.” It had seemed like a good plan really. Go out together, get some food, make a night out of it. And you would still think that if Yoongi didn’t look like he was about to maul someone, Namjoon smiling with bags under his eyes. You don’t want to admit you feel just as tired as both of the men look.

“Everything is fine roomie! Yoongi’s excited, right?” You’re all currently walking toward the store from the car, Yoongi having graciously drove you over from the apartment. Yoongi blinks once, twice, before looking up at Namjoon with the most unenthused expression you’ve ever seen him make. His mouth morphs into a snarled smile before he speaks, words sarcastic and but lacking bite.

“Jumping with fucking joy as we speak.” It makes you snort, the doors to the store opening automatically in front of you. Checking your phone quickly, you see that its now 10:13PM, the perfect time to shop. Namjoon marches past the two of you, voice loud and excited as he pushes forward.

“See? Now let me grab a cart and we can get started!” He practically runs in, you and Yoon dragging your feet to meet up with him. He already has a cart read to go by the time you fully enter the store, eyes bright like a child in a cand store… which, you suppose he is at the moment. Shuffling over to Joon, you lean against the cart as he blinks down at you, looking slightly confused.

“Where did Yoongi go? He’s so teeny, he couldn’t have made it very far.” You’re about to say that he’s right behind you, but when you turn, it becomes pretty evident that no, he isn’t. Looking around, you don’t see him anywhere, so you just shrug and grunt. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself in the big scary store. The closest section to the entrance is the bakery, so you start to tug the cart that way, Namjoon diligently pushing it from behind you. Both of you nearly jump out of your skin as Yoongi comes nearly running out of a random isle, something small and pink clutched in his large hands.

“Where did you go…?” Glancing around him, you see that down the isle had some random items advertised for a sale. He holds up the bottle like its something special, a trophy he won as you and Namjoon stare at him questioningly. Its interesting how such an intimidating man can also look like the most adorable cutie in the world just by holding up some syrup.

“I want strawberry milk and there’s syrup on sale. It’s my favorite and if anyone touches it, I’ll eat them.” He gives a glare that’s supposed to look menacing, but he actually just looks adorable. Namjoon pokes his cheek as Yoongi attempts to swipe his hand away, and at this moment you’re very thankful that there aren’t many people around because its way to easy for these two to cause a scene.

“… That’s not the threat you think it is cutie pie.” Yoongi very pointedly ignores Namjoon, cheeks slowly heating up to resemble the pink syrup he tosses into the cart. You raise an eyebrow because what the hell, you want strawberry milk too. Maybe…

“Mmh, strawberry milk actually sounds yummy, I love strawberry.” Yoongi mutters out something about letting you have some, making you smile a small smile. Continuing to walk forward, you start to collect some of the items of food you need. Namjoon runs off this time, leaving you and Yoongi to go grab a loaf of bread and some dinner rolls. Het lets you pick out whatever you want, not caring much as Namjoon rounds the corner holding up a box with a big, dimpled smile.

“… What the fuck are those.” It’s becoming clear pretty clear that these two aren’t going to be much help when it comes to meal planning in the future if it’s not done beforehand, not unless you want twinkies covered in syrup. Joon waves the box around before tapping it lightly against Yoongi’s fluffy head.

“These, adorable dumpling man, are dingdongs and they are delicious.” Yoongi rips the box out of Namjoon’s hands, pausing to look at it for a second. The echo that comes forth from Yoongi smacking Namjoon’s chest with the box is surprisingly loud, loud enough that the old lady that had wandered into the isle stares at all of you in thinly veiled disgust.

“You’re a fucking dongdong.” Joon just smiles his pretty dimpled smile as you continue on your way, gathering things that you think you might need for meals. You grab most of the things in the produce section, vegetables and fruits and Yoongi continues to insist that he’s not picky, Namjoon just saying that hell eat anything but celery because fuck celery. Alright.

It’s not long before you’re wandering down the more central isles, picking up smaller ingredients that might be needed for certain dishes and avoiding any living person that isn’t Yoon or Joon. After grabbing a bag of rice, you find yourself and the boys in an isle filled with canned goods and quick meals mostly, but also sauces that could be used for different sorts of Italian dishes. Motioning for them to listen, you ask for their opinion about certain dishes.

“How do you feel about ravioli?” What can you say, you’re an absolute whore for anything involving pasta. Yoongi nods his head almost excitedly as Namjoon continues to stare at the different choices of pasta sauce, completely transfixed by the fact that there’s so many. His voice comes out so seriously, voice deadpan as he observes the red liquid.

“I fuck with Chef Boyardee.” So, Namjoon has choses violence it seems. Yoongi actually giggles at that, mostly surprised by the statement but also just as concerned as you are. Its at this point that you know he’s tired as hell if he’s giggling at Namjoon’s familiar but still odd antics.

“… And I fuck with you never saying something as horrid as that ever again in your life.” Joon sighs and looks between the two of you before gesturing to the sauce, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. He actually looks like he might be tearing up because of course, pasta sauce has that effect on everyone, right?

“Look, I can’t cook so I had to make do with what was given to me. Anything canned is usually fine, and I’ll admit that I’ve spent most of my college years eating just cereal or toast.” The thought makes you cringe, knowing very well from limited experience that Joon really can’t cook for shit. You’ll have to make him some decent meals, and you know that Yoongi will help you if you ask him nicely.

Grabbing some sauce, you gather a few other things in the isle before wandering out with they boys. You grab some snack items like chips, necessities like milk and butter, and then make your way to the frozen section to pick up some quick meals. Wandering by the ice cream and frozen snacks, Namjoon cheers excitedly as he flings the freezer door open and pulls out a large-ish box.

“A whole ice cream cake Namjoon? Really? I’m starting to become a tiny bit concerned about your eating habits buddy.” It’s quickly dawning on you that almost everything you’ve got outside of meal specific things has been questionable to an extent. But hey, at least it’s helping you figure out the kinds of food they like to eat, which mostly seems to be completely fucking random.

“It’s strawberry! Both of you tiny little things like strawberry, right sweetheart?” Nodding and very purposely not looking into Namjoon’s eyes, you watch as Yoongi begrudgingly nods as well. That’s all Namjoon needs to set the cake in the cart, pat your head, and then start up on his way again. A menace, he’s a damn menace and he doesn’t even know it.

The menace mentions something about wanting to grab some juice before you all leave, and so you allow him to run off again. You grab some soda for upcoming movie nights, not noticing that Yoongi has gone rigid beside you at first. Glancing over to him, you pause as he steps back a few paces, as something mechanical moves toward you.

“What the fuck is that?!” Its beeping, slowly moving toward you at a rate that isn’t even close to menacing. That doesn’t stop Yoongi from clutching your arm, trying to hide behind you as the machine gets closer. Its hard not to laugh at his actions, but you school yourself a squeeze his arm in return for some form of comfort. You try your best to explain it to him, making sound non-threatening.

“… It’s an automatic vacuum. Like a rumba but bigger I think.” You’ve seen them here before, but most of the time they’re usually turned off or not moving toward you. It’s a little uncanny you suppose, something new and completely unfamiliar moving toward you. However, you can’t say that you’re scared of it quite like Yoongi seems to be.

“And I fucking hate it with every fiber of my being. It’s creeping me the fuck out, like what the fuck-” Namjoon’s rounding the corner as the words leave Yoongi’s lips, multiple bottles of juice balanced in his large arms. He runs into the oversized vacuum, not having noticed it, nearly knocking the damn thing over with his enormous body. The blush that washes over his cheeks is cute, mumbling out small ‘sorrys’ to the thing like it actually has feelings or something.

“So uh, I think were all good to check out guys! Heh…” Namjoon sets the juice in the back of the cart, rubbing his head a s Yoongi continues to stare at him with an unreadable expression. Maybe he’s blown away that Namjoon saved him from the scary vacuum monster. They both really need to stop being so endearing.

Yoongi grabs the cart and quickly pushes it past the machine, nearly running to get the fuck out of the isle. You and Joon trail behind him, Joon rubbing his arm in the place that he bumped into the dumb thing. Not being able to stop yourself, you poke at it and he pouts, flicking your finger away as you giggle. Yoongi pushes the cart into self-checkout lane, and you all work together to quickly get everything scanned. It was agreed on earlier that you’d all toss some money together for the groceries as it would be easier then trying to figure things out separately.

“Look at that! We spent a little under our budget. Good job picking stuff out guys.” It’s a little troubling to you, just how handsome Namjoon looks to you right now. Big smile, messy hair, glasses perched on his pretty nose. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that Yoongi was feeling the same thing, eyes slightly widened as he glances at the taller man, looking just as handsome Clearing your throat, you start pushing the cart toward the door.

“We all set to head home then? I think we got everything we need for now. If not, we can just go out again sometime this week and get what we need.” You agree that everything’s good to go, glad that the long day is over, but also glad that you got to spend some time with the guys. Its amazing to you how well you get along with both of them and living together is looking to be one of the greatest decisions you’ve made.

“Yes, because I’m fucking exhausted and plan on sleeping for at least a year.” Poor Yoongi’s dragging his feet beside you, practically sleepwalking as he stumbles. He doesn’t even flinch as Namjoon slides an arm around his shoulder, gently pulling the smaller man along toward the car with a fond smile. You’re all overly tired at this point and getting some nice sleep sounds like the best thing in the world right now.

“Alright, I’ll drive then cutie. You two help me get everything loaded in and then rest up and I’ll have us home in no time.”

[hockeynoses]

sick St/eve fic, Ste/ddie

An “uncensored” version, as it were, of my Steddie sickfic. Although this one isn’t too racy. Some snz content, heavy on the hurt/comfort fluff!

2k.

Snippet:  Steve brings the clump of tissues closer to his face, eyes starting to close, head tilting back. “Huh…ha-ETTTSSSHHH!” He muffles the sneeze into the tissues, bending forward with the force of it. He grips the counter with his free hand.

“Whoa,” Eddie says, wide-eyed, “You really are sick.”

Eddie’s boots clomp up the cement steps leading to the Harrington’s front door. He reaches up to ring the doorbell, plastic bag rustling in his other hand as he does so. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, trying to tamp down his impatience.

When he had gotten back to his trailer after his late shift at the auto shop an hour ago, his answering machine was glowing red with a message from Dustin. Apparently, Steve was sick. He’d been planning on acting as the chauffer and chaperone for The Party’s outing to the movies tonight, but had called Dustin several hours beforehand letting him know that he was too sick. Thankfully, he’d somehow (with much bribery, one assumes) convinced Robin and Nancy to take them instead. At the end of his message, Dustin suggested Eddie check on Steve, which Eddie would have done anyway without any prompting, thank you very much.

If Steve was willing to cancel, he must truly be feeling awful. And knowing him, he was probably guilt-tripping himself about it, so Eddie really wanted to get over there and make sure he was doing alright. A sick Steve was not something he’d ever witnessed before, and part of him was a little bit curious to see what he would be like.

Eddie is just about to ring the doorbell for a second time when he hears the soft shuffling of feet from inside the entryway. The door swings open with a creak, and he’s greeted by the sight of Steve in a hoodie and sweatpants, a wad of tissues in his hand. His eyes are glassy, his nose red, and his hair is looking even more manic than usual.

“Special delivery,” Eddie says, “I brought provisions.” He holds up the bag in his hand.  “Soup and orange juice for the invalid.”

“Very fuddy,” Steve says, voice thick with congestion. “How did you even kdnow I was sick?”

“Henderson called me. I got the message after I got home from work.”

“He can’td keep his mouth shut, cand he?” Steve sighs, then steps back, gesturing Eddie in. “Combe on.”

Eddie hops into the foyer. “Aww, I think it’s nice that he was worried about you.” They head into the kitchen, and Eddie sets the food down on the counter. “Better than you holing up in here all by yourself.”

Steve starts to respond but is interrupted by his breath hitching. He brings the clump of tissues closer to his face, eyes starting to close, head tilting back. “Huh…ha-ETTTSSSHHH!” He muffles the sneeze into the tissues, bending forward with the force of it. He grips the counter with his free hand.

“Whoa,” Eddie says, wide-eyed, “You really are sick.”

“Yeah, asshole,” he blows his nose with a crackling, wet sound, “It’s beed like this all day.” He looks so tired. Eddie just wants to wrap him in a blanket and keep him safe. Steve throws his damp tissues in the kitchen trash, coming closer to inspect the food Eddie brought.

“I’m sorry you feel like shit, babe.” Eddie brings him into a hug. Steve drops his forehead onto Eddie’s shoulder, sighing. He rests there for a minute, Eddie rubbing his back in a soothing motion.

“Itd’s okay.” Steve says into his shoulder, unwilling to move. “You didn’t have to combe all this way.” Eddie pulls back to look Steve in the eyes. His palm warm against Steve’s neck.

“Of course I did!  I wasn’t just going to leave you.  What kind of boyfriend would that make me? Besides… it’s kind of cute seeing you like this.”

“It’s dnot cute, I’b disgusting,” Steve says, hating that he’s forced to breathe through his mouth. Eddie gives him a crooked smile and tousles his hair, mussing it even more.

“Trust me, it’s very cute.” He turns towards the grocery bag, pulling out a large container of soup, a small bottle of OJ, and a wrapped deli sandwich. “The soup and OJ are for you, and I got the sandwich for me since I was already at the deli.”

Steve pulls at the lid of the soup container, pausing, “…What if I want the saddwich?”

Eddie narrows his eyes at him. “Dude, I specifically got you soup because that’s what you get for sick people!  Doesn’t your throat hurt?”

“Well yeah, but thatd sandwich looks abazing, dude,” says Steve. Eddie tells himself Steve’s tone is ‘pouty’ rather than ‘whiney,’ but he’s probably delusional. It’s hard for him to be objective when it comes to Steve Harrington. He looks towards the heavens and sighs.

“You can have half of my sandwich.” He points at Steve, rings glinting in the light. “And I’m eating whatever soup you don’t want.”

As Steve begins to nod in agreement, his eyes start to close and he gasps, turning to sneeze into his elbow with a harsh-sounding- “Ha-RSSSHHH!”  He groans, sniffs. Eddie looks at him with warm eyes.

“How could I deny you anything when you look this pathetic?” he croons, voice coming out softer than he means it to.

“Shutd up, mban,” the only response Steve’s exhausted brain can come up with. “I – ah-TSSSHH!” He twists to the side again. Comes back up for air, looking dizzy in the aftermath.

“Oookay, you need to go sit down now,” Eddie says, pushing him towards the couch. Steve doesn’t put up a fight, which is telling in itself. He plops down on the couch, and Eddie grabs the blanket off the back, tossing it at him. “Here - wear this. You’ll be warm.”

“I amb warm,” says Steve.

“Just humor me,” Eddie says, turning to head back to the kitchen. As he does, he hears a song pumping through the Harrington’s impressive TV set - hiiiighway tooooo the danger zone! He immediately groans and pulls a 180. “Don’t tell me this is…” he tries to remember the ridiculous title of the trailer he’d seen countless times, hand flailing at the TV.

“Topb Gund?” Steve answers with a smirk.

“That glorified Navy commercial that everyone’s been jizzing themselves over,” he corrects, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“Thatd’s the onde. I snagged it during mby last shift.” Steve grabs the VHS case off the coffee table, shaking it for emphasis. “It just cambe out. One of the perkgs of the job.” His gloating is cut short by a “ahh…ha-EESSSH!” that gets smothered into the blanket he’s wrapped around himself.

“You’re going to make me watch this, aren’t you?”

“Itd’ll m’bake mbe feel bedder?” Steve sniffs, trying and failing to clear his sinuses.  He gives Eddie his best puppy-dog eyes. He might as well use the situation to his advantage, he figures.

“Jesus, I can’t believe I’m falling for this,” Eddie says, sighing. “Only because you already had it on, and only because you’re sick.”

“Thatd’s very genderous of you,” Steve says sarcastically, burrowing into the couch.

“The things I do for love,” exclaims Eddie, throwing his hands in the air for dramatic effect.  He heads back into the kitchen to heat up their dinner. A few minutes later, he brings out Steve’s food, placing it in front of him with a flourish. “For you, Sire.”

“Thanggs, man,” says Steve. “You d’know, I can help you bri’gg everything out, if you wandt.”

“And risk you fainting on me?” Eddie brings his hand to his chest dramatically. “No way, Harrington.”

“Oh, please.” Steve rolls his eyes. Eddie grins at him, walking over to tousle his hair again – an excuse to touch him.

“Hey,” he says, running his fingers through Steve’s hair which, okay, actually felt amazing, Steve had to admit. “Just let me take care of you, okay?”

At this point Steve was practically melting. “Okay,” he answered, fighting against the urge to close his eyes. He sniffles up some congestion and zones out for a minute.

“I’ll be right back.” And just like that, Eddie’s magic hands disappeared, and Steve blinked back to reality. He grabbed a couple tissues from the box on the coffee table, blowing his nose in the hopes that he’ll be able to taste his food better. He tosses them in the small trash he brought down from the guest room, because he wasn’t going to turn the place into a pig-sty just because he was sick.

Soon Eddie returns, carrying his own food and setting up in the spot next to Steve on the couch. They dig in. Steve is surprised by how hungry he is.

“I definitdely dond’t regret stealing half your saddwich, dude,” he says, mouth full. “This is so good.”

“See? I can introduce you to all kinds of good things if you let me,” Eddie says, licking some sauce off his thumb, eyes teasing. His flirting can still make Steve blush, even after all these months. Although today he’s not sure if it’s that or a fever. He’s pretty sure it’s not a fever. “But yeah, man, I’m glad you like it.” Eddie bumps his shoulder into Steve’s.

“So, did I miss any crucial details in the first 10 minutes?” Eddie asks, waving at Tom Cruise’s chiseled face on the screen.

“Nah, ndot really. Preddy much whad you see is whad you getd.” He pauses, sandwich halfway to his mouth. “You’re gonnda like the volleyball scene, though.” He glances sidelong at Eddie, giving him an eyebrow waggle.

That earns him an easy laugh from the other man. “Well, it’s bound to have some redeeming qualities, I suppose.”  He leans in close to Steve’s face, as he is wont to do. “I await it with bated breath.” He drops a kiss to Steve’s blanketed shoulder.

They finish eating, and arrange themselves on the sectional end of the couch. Eddie’s sitting up with Steve settled in between his legs, laying back against his chest with Eddie’s arms circled loosely around him.

Eddie will admit that the movie isn’t too horrible. It’s got some good action sequences, and Steve was right about the volleyball scene. He feels Steve nodding off in his arms a couple of times, blearily jerking awake when the volume starts blasting again. Every so often Steve reaches for a tissue to catch a sneeze, or in a futile effort to clear his sinuses.

The man named Goose was at the piano belting Great Balls of Fire, and Steve was awake again, feet poking out from under the blanket, jiggling along to the song. Eddie tapped out the rhythm against Steve’s chest.

“See, itd’s fudn, right?” Steve asked, bringing his hand up to wrap around Eddie’s forearm.

“Yeah, Harrington, it’s pretty good,” says Eddie, smiling into Steve’s hair. Steve goes quiet again, thinking.

“I wish I could have take’dn Henderson and the others to the m’bovies tonight. I hope he wasdn’t too disappoi’dted.” Eddie tightens his hold on him.

“Hey, cut yourself some slack, man,” Eddie says. “They get it. Everyone just wants you to get better.”

Steve hums in response.

“Besides, you got Robin and Nancy to cover for you, so it’s all good.” Eddie, unable to stop himself, runs his hand through Steve’s hair in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “If Henderson gives you any shit, I’ll kick his ass for you.”

“Dno you wod’t,” Steve says, chuckling.

“No…I won’t,” Eddie concedes with a smirk. “Maybe a stern talking-to.”

“B’my hero.”

Any smartass response Eddie was formulating is cut off when Steve sharply inhales, breath hitching. He grabs the front of his hoodie, lifting it to cover his face just as a harsh “heh…ehhh…Ha-ehXXXT!” escapes him, grating against his throat. He stills for a moment. “Ow…”

Eddie grabs a tissue from the nearby box, handing it to him.

“Jesus, that one sounded like it hurt.”

“It did,” Steve says, angry but so, so tired.

“Okay man, you should actually try to get some sleep.”

“Bu’d we godda fi’dish the movie,” Steve protests weakly.

“We can, but if you fall asleep again, I’m turning the volume down and letting you sleep,” Eddie says, resolute.

“Fiii’de,” comes the reluctant response.

“You know, it’s a lot of work to get you to put yourself first, for once.” Eddie says, idly toying with Steve’s fingers.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just go to sleep, you dork,” Eddie says, giving Steve another squeeze for good measure.

“’Kay,” Steve says, already allowing his eyes to close. He drifts off a few minutes later, Eddie turning the volume down low, as promised. Eddie follows not long after, the comforting weight of Steve’s body lulling him to sleep.

[marauder-exe]

Self care- p!Tommyinnit x reader

i wish i was bsfriends w tommy :’)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings:themes of depression, nothing too deep

A/N: Taking Tommy and Wilbur requests!! u cant tell me tommy doesn’t do the classic british X’s on txts to his friends

It had been a rough stream, 8 hours sat in the same chair putting on the same happy face, it was unbelievably exhausting some days. You took of your headset and set it down after pressing ‘end stream’, you ruffled your hair and took in a deep breath, throwing a glance at the clock on your computer. 5am. You tried to throw caution to the wind, maybe it was an off day? But no, you could feel it, deep inside, another episode. You looked directly into the webcam, your face scrunching up as you take note of your appearance, your ruffled hair, your dark eye bags. It felt like hours, just staring at yourself, your famous thousand-yard stare painted across the screen. Suddenly, your phone vibrated from its place on the desk. You lethargically picked it up as the bright screen illuminated your otherwise dark room. It was Tommy.

Big T: ‘bedwars stream tmrw? : ) x’  

You really didn't feel up to it in all honesty, but you didn’t want to let Tommy down like that, he loves bedwars. A sad smile made its way to your face as you drafted your text back.

Gremlin: ‘only if were on duos together : ) x’

Big T: ‘5pm? X’ You responded with a simple yeee.

You discarded your phone to the side and stood up for the first time in hours. Your bones ached as you outstretched your limbs. Pain. You walked over to your bed and sat on the edge, eyes scouring the room, even though you weren't sure what you were looking for, an escape maybe? It wasn’t even like you had anything to be upset over, great friends, successful streamer, everything was going great, but alas, depression does not give a shit. You crawled into bed, putting your phone on charge and grabbed all of your covers over your head, a long sigh making its way from your lips.

The next day/  

Tommy loaded up minecraft on his computer, reading to slay game at bedwars with you. He got unusually excited when he played minecraft with you, even more excited than normal. There was something about you man, but he just couldn’t figure it out. Youd met in high school, same town and everything, and since then you were like a drug. Not a day had gone by since year 9 that you didn’t talk. He decided to drop you a message as you hadn't texted first. He asked if you were still up for bedwars. Surprisingly though, he didn’t receive a response. He waited. Just 5 minutes he said. And then 10. And then 20. Then 30. He decided to ring you just to check. Plus, he wanted to hear your voice. It rang thrice and nothing. His eyebrows drew together in confusion. You were almost always online. He tried not to overthink, but this is Tommy were talking about. Maybe you were still asleep? He wanted to believe that, but there was an itch, in his brain, that told him not to. Just to make sure, he decided to ask some of your mutual friends on the server. He clicked onto the group discord and noticed Wilbur, philza and Nikki in a vc.  

“Hello Hoes and Homies alike” He bellowed when he joined the vc. Wilbur drew a confused look.

“I thought you were doing duo bed wars with (Y/N) today?” Tommy scoffed.

“Well yah, Wilburrrrr, if you let me get a word out” He joked light heartedly “No seriously though has anyone heard from her since her stream last night” They all looked confused and shook their heads. This made him even more concerned than he was. He quickly thanked them before disconnecting. His mind was running rampant. He quickly decided to throw his shoes on, you didn’t live that far, only a bus ride away on the otherside of town. He grabbed his keys and his jacket and rushed down the stairs.

“Going over to (Y/N)s for a bit” He shouted to Motherinnit as he slammed the door shut.  

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You were straing at the roof in a pit of self loathing when you heard your phone ring. Ugh. It seemed so much work to pick it up. Your hand made its way from under the mountain of covers and snatched your phonr from the side. Tommy. You felt a sting in the back of your eyes and tossed your phone on the bed, turning over and curling up in the covers. You stared at the inside of your covers for minutes on end. Your doorbell sent a sharp chime through the house as your mother went to answer it.

“Hello Tommy, what a surprise" He threw her a quickly greeted her and got straight to the point.

“Is (Y/N) in?”

“Shes upstairs I think, I havent heard from her all day though. Go on up” She stood to the side and let him pass.

You heard the entire conversation through your open window, and let out a heavy sigh, although you were secretly thanking Tommy in uour head for checking up on you. You heard his converse hit the steps as your door was threw open. Tommy immediately regretted his actions, wondering if you were asleep as he took note of the heap of covers on the bed. He let out a quiet whisper.

“(Y/N)?”  

You didn’t really feel like talking, but you let out a quiet ‘yeah’. He rushed over to your side upon hearing your weak response.

“is everything alright? We were meant to be playing bedwars like an hour ago” This prompted you to pull the covers off your head and look at him. He took note of your puffy red eyes, and the dark eye bgs lying underneath. He looked around your room, empty energy drink cand and food containers littered your room. It suddenly clicked to him. You weren't doing okay. He looked back at you deeply, something about that look just caused the floodgates to open. Your eyes were glassy, as Tommy practically melted. He hated seeing you like this. Sure he had the bit of him being a big man with no emotions, but you where his weakness. “Hey, cmon don’t cry” He whispered as he opened his arms, welcoming you into a hug. In an instant you where in his arms, leaving tear stains on his TShirt. He didn’t seem to mind though. After a moment of silence, only broken by your sobs, he piped up. “How about, we forget about the stream for today, and ill go to the corner shop and get us some snacks, and marshmallows and whipped cream, and we can have those killer hot chocolates your mom makes. We can watch a bunch of movies, and ill even let you put one of those stupid facemasks on me, yeah?” This caused a laugh to pierce your sobs, which started to lighten up. You sniffled and pulled back from his hug, a huge smile making its way onto your face, the first genuine smile in a while.

“Thats my girl, that’s what I love to see” He matched your smile. You quickly threw your arms around him and pulled him into a long hug.

“Thank you Tommy” You said sincerely.

“Anything for my favourite girl” He smiled, as he pulled back from the hug. “Maybe while im gone you could try to shower?” He knew how tough some simple things where when you felt like this. You nodded smally and sat up. He leapt from the bed and smiled. “Okay, I wont be long!” And with that, he dashed out of the room.  

You lay back on your bed. You werent okay, but that’s okay, because Tommyinnit is your best friend :)

[wildflower-alex]

Chapter 4

note: i'm slowly getting into writing again. i want everything to have some sense before we move to the next chapter. like this if you want me to continue it, kisses

“Where the fuck are you?!” Christine screamed at Sonia.

She was trying to have a good time, chatting with various people inside the house, taking small sips from her drink and trying to be as pleasant as she could while analyzing the surroundings. The house was full of decorating items, such as small statues, pillows, paintings and some musical instruments hanging on the walls, all covered in a warm, dim light. It seemed that anyone who lived in there had an old soul type of personality. The living room was the most spacious room, as Calum presented, being full of music related items. Near the black velour couch, in the left corner, a small table was stuffed with vinyls ranging from Frank Sinatra to Green Day. The wall on the back had a small picture of Calum and the other guys from the band, as she recognized them. He seemed happy in it, actually all of them did.

The ringing sound of her cellphone brought her back to the reality she had back home. Christine was calling.

“Hi, I was taking a walk" she lied. "Why are you screaming like that?”

“Come the fuck back, Matthew got in a fight and he has to go to the hospital!”

“What?! Why??”

“Just come back at the bar, I can’t handle it!” Christine yelled and hung up on her.

“What happened?” Calum asked, as he was standing behind her, listening to what her friend said.

“I don’t know” she stumbled. “I have to go” she added and a sudden terror invaded her mind. What could’ve happened? Did he got into a fight? That was the only explanation. “I have to go” she said again, “Sorry”

“Then let’s go. What? I’m not leaving you alone, on the streets” he said.

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“I really do not understand what happened, Matt. Actually, to be more precise, I really, really doubt that’s the way things worked out” Sonia said, fumes now spitting out of her mouth.

“Oh my God, Sonia! I already told ya, I was drinking, this girl happened to be around me and Christine and she asked her something, then asked me something and then, out of the blue, this massive guy comes to me and punches me in the throat” Matt replied. He was also tired to explain his side of the truth, but he had to.

“Just like that?” she asked again.

“You know what? I can’t BELIEVE you dare to ask me these stupid questions, don’t you see I’m in pain?”

“Oh, shut up. You nearly have a bruise” she replied and left the emergency room to get some air.

Calum was waiting on a bench outside of the hospital, smoking a cigarette and looking through his phone. She took a seat next to him.

“You want some?” he asked as he was opening his pack to offer her one.

“Yes, thanks”. She lit up her cigarette and looked at him. “Calum?”

“Yes, honey eyes?” he replied, now his eyes onto hers.

“I’m sorry for this, you should not be here, it’s not fair I dragged you around to this fucking mess of a boyfriend”

“It’s not like we’re talking about fairness, I mean, yeah it’s odd for anyone in my place, considering the facts, but I am here for you” he replied.

“I’m just sorry, I wish…”

“…things were different? Yeah, I do believe so” he continued.

Sonia looked at her boots, then at her legs. She really put effort into trying to look good that night. Her hands, though, were somewhat itchy, something she used to have whenever she was stressed.

“Calum, do you know any hotels in this area?”

“I do know some”

“Then, please, let’s take a cab” she replied.

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Sonia packed all of her things in a matter of minutes. She put everything in bags and purses, locked the door and left the key at the reception, mentioning the other person in the room will come back later to pick it. Back in the cab, Calum and the driver were having a small talk when she opened the trunk and put her belongings inside of it.

“Now, let’s go to the hotel” she said and Calum nodded, while giving the address to the driver. He then smiled at her and kissed her hand once again. It seemed he really enjoyed kissing her hands.

“And from now on, besides from the times we we’re enjoying eachothers’ company, the past is left behind. I mean, if you want to…”

“Oh, shush it, I got it. Let’s keep the odd things behind” Calum concluded.

The hotel room was nice, it had a double sized bed, a small sofa and elegant decorations on the walls. The balcony was merging with the night view of the seaside, as the moon was shining across the sea. It was 2 AM and Sonia felt so tired already, as if she got old by 10 years.

“Ugh, the bed is so comfy” she said. “And the drinks are buzzing my head”.

“Haha, now we’re switching places?” Calum laughed at her as he laid face to face with her.

“Yeah, I’m not that fun. Not anymore, alt least”

“Yeah, but at least you’re cute. And you look gorgeous dressed like that”

“Thanks, we’re not…”

“Oh my God, please, stop thinking about that, nothing will happen” he howled and made her burst into laughter. “Ok, I’m gonna sleep on the couch, if you don’t mind”.

“No, no… stay here” she rapidly replied, as she hung onto his hand. “Stay here and tell me about yourself”

“There’s nothing new anyone hasn’t heard of” he replied.

“You’re wrong. I want to know the dirty little secrets that make you who you are. And whose house was that?”

“It’s mine”

“And you just leave it like that?”

“The guys have the keys and I cand trust them. Actually, I trust their girlfriends more, but you got the idea” he replied.

“Mhm” Sonia mumbled as he eyes were already closed.

Calum took a look at her, analyzing every feature she had. The few beauty marks she had, the strong, straight eyebrows that made her look surprised even in her sleep. He slowly moved closer to her and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry” she slowly said.

“For what?”

“For not meeting you the first day I came in here”

“I am too, for not meeting you since you came in here”

Intro

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[cielcius]

innocent ♡

wait, go back…

headcanons

accidental kiss: hinata, iwaizumi, nishinoya

bubbly, energetic, & optimistic s/o: kenma

caught in a secret relationship: suna

christmas with them: bokuto

cuddling pt.1: akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, kita, tsukishima, ushijima

cuddling pt.2: atsumu m., bokuto, hinata, kenma, kuroo, nishinoya, oikawa, osamu m.

how they cheat on a test: atsumu m., bokuto, kuroo

injured s/o: kenma

puppy-like s/o: kuroo, osamu m., sakusa, suna

quiet s/o: kageyama

relationship hcs: iwaizumi

s/o had a bad day: hinata

s/o is always cold: atsumu m.

s/o similar to haninozuka mitsukuni: atsumu m.

sick s/o: kageyama

them in a shoujo manga: akaashi, atsumu m., bokuto, kita, oikawa, osamu m., suna, tsukishima, ushijima

them on your birthday: sugawara

scenarios

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

none yet

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

Designer Bag (g/n!reader)

You pull a prank on your boyfriend by telling him you bought an expensive designer bag. (wc: n/a, genre: fluff, crack, prank)

When The Rain Is Over (g/n!reader) ☆

A wordless exchange of exhaustion between two lovers. (wc: n/a, genre: reverse comfort)

OIKAWA TOORU

Dealership (g/n!reader) ☆

In which you get scammed into sharing a car with a volleyball player whose catchphrase is ‘Iwa-chan’. (wc: 3.3k, genre: crack, fluff, light angst, rivals to eventual lovers)

MIYA ATSUMU

none yet

MIYA OSAMU

‘Can We Meet In The Rain?’ Series (g/n!reader) ☆

Working a new office job is already hectic enough with your boss whose hobby is overworking people, but meeting Miya Osamu might just give it a run for its money. (wc: n/a, genre: series, time skip!office!au, childhood friends to lovers, romance, comedy)

SUNA RINTAROU

Bandaged (g/n!reader)

Bullies are bad people. But as long as Suna is there to pick you back up, you’ll be alright. (wc: n/a, genre: light angst, slight crack, fluff)

Savior (g/n!reader)

When it comes to a flirty Atsumu, only Suna can save you. (wc: n/a, genre: fluff)

Sleepy (fem!reader)

All you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend in peace without your brothers having to interrupt you. (wc: n/a, genre: fluff)

The Definition of Beauty (g/n!reader)

Falling in love with Suna is inevitably beautiful. (wc: n/a, genre: fluff)

The Beginning (g/n!reader) ☆

I present to you, an ordinary meeting that led to an extraordinary thing. (wc: 1k, genre: fluff)

Escape: Success~ (g/n!reader) ☆

In the midst of traumatic events, Suna pulls through with comforting you in his own way at the end of the day. (wc: 2.5k, genre: fluff)

In Your Favor (g/n!reader)

In such a large, corrupt campus, it’s hard to find someone who’s willing to put up with anything, especially your drunk self. (wc: 4.4k, genre: fluff, crack, drunk fic, strangers to lovers (?))

Booked (g/n!reader) ☆

Suna Rintarou was just another classmate, another friend. But little did you know, he was so much more than that. (wc: 4.5k, genre: fluff, eventual mutual pining)

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Blueberry Eyes (g/n!reader)

It’s never tiring waking up next to Kageyama Tobio (wc: n/a, genre: fluff)

Vending Machine Love (g/n!reader) ☆

You always seem to meet at the same vending machine. (wc: n/a, genre: fluff, meet-cute)

Big Imagination (g/n!reader)

Face masks are always the way to go, except maybe not when one is messing it all up in the name of a kiss. (wc: n/a, genre: fluff, established relationship, face masks)

NISHINOYA YUU

Talk to You (g/n!reader)

As it turns out, Nishinoya’s love for you could never resolve itself, and he’s glad it didn’t. (wc: n/a, genre: really really small angst, fluff)

KENMA KODZUME

Press A to Love (g/n!reader) ☆

You’ve encountered a wild Kenma, do you press b to exit game? Or do you press a to continue? (wc: 1.7k, genre: fluff)

Are You Lost Babygirl? (fem!reader)

Nekoma’s reaction to your baby is something spectacular indeed. (wc: n/a, genre: crack)

Differences (fem!reader)

What happens when Kenma bumps into a girl-version of himself? And quite literally too. (wc: n/a, genre: fluff)

KUROO TETSUROU

Sixteen Candles and a Cookie (g/n!reader)

In which you present him with his birthday gift for the year. (wc: n/a, genre: crack, fluff)

Hook, Line, & Sinker (g/n!reader) ☆

To say that you have him hook, line, and sinker is an understatement. (wc: 3.6k, genre: fluff, friends to lovers)

Updated: 06/11/2022

©cielcius. please refrain from copying, modifying, translating, or reposting my work in any way.

[tree0frog]

memory maze runner x fem reader part two

masterlist

it had been three years since ably was sent up to the maze followed by newt and Minho and so on and on. the diaries had still not been found the new greenie for this month was chuck a small boy around 12-13 and was most likely the youngest in the glade he wasn't really doing much so he was just wondering around the woods when he notices something sticking up from the ground chuck being himself and brode out of his mind went over to the weird thing and pulled it out of of the ground it was a bag he wanted to see what was inside but couldn't open it he knew newt out be able to help him since he was meant to be helping him in the garden.

chucks pov

the bag was old and looked like it had been there for a while I tried to open it but it was tide too tightly I knew newt could mabey help me so I made my way back to the tall blond boy I hadn't had time to get to know each other but I was still happy for the few I did know once I made my way back to knew he looked at me confused "what you go there greenie "he asked "I'm not sure it was lying in the dirt beside a tree I wanted to look in it but I can't seem to open it"newt laughed "so you want to see if I can open your bloody bag for ya "I looked away rubbing the back of my neck newt took the bag from the theme and opened it everything seemed to be I'm pretty good condition "I have no clue what these are but tonight well show ably alright" newt Spock handing the bad back to me "ok"

time skip

it was later that night at dinner when chuck decided to bring the bad up he knew he wasn't meant to just go up to their leader like that but who the fuck cared not him anyway well Mebay a little but no one needs to know that now do they "ably "the boy said nervously "hey greenie you ok"the boy looked up from his food as well as some of the other keepers at the table "ah e ya I just found this and I wasn't sure what to do with it" Chuck glands at newt the back at alby and handed him the bag the older boy just looked between the two boys but takes they bag anyway.

after dinner newt minho and alby decide to go throw the bag "do you think it will have anything use full in it"?minho asked "probably not it most likely been left by the craters" newt stated as ably started to take the items out of the bag there were 4 book some 8 folded paper a silver band they looked at them one by one until newt Spock up "whos y/n" he looked up at the other two in the room the dairy he had to pick up seemed to be the oldest "are you going to open it"minho asked crossing his arms "ill get to that "the boy laughed the book was filled to the bring of different piced of paper newt started to read the first page.

day one

well hi, I would tell you my name but I don't remember that I'm not sure why though for now ill call myself greenie I don't know why buts let go with it for the now cool. well first of all I woke up in the mettel box thing that took me too long to get out of when I awoke here I'm not sure what ill call it but I don't think ill be leaving any time soon I'm surrounded by four big walls they aren't open but I can hear things moving inside of them oh ya and for some reason, there are animals in the box as well I'm not too sure what's that all about if you wondering why I'm writing this down it is because I for one want to remember this and two if I ever leave this place I can have something to look back on.

I want to say it's about midday or so well once I manage to get out of the box and get everything out as well I were who ever sent me here won't be too happy when I find that if I ever do I just spent today walking about this place it's really big and I seem to be the only one here the people that sent me up here gave some a hammock witch was nice of I guess so I set that up I really hope they send someone else up soon I'm lonely and fuck here.

there's these weird gree bug with that have W.IC.K.E.D. on them I tried to touch one it never went very well I think it will be nice here there's not much to do now but tomorrow ill find something to do it's late now I think, to be honest, I don't know what time it is but the light is fading to em I guess this is a good night

greenie

newt finished reading the three boys look up at each other with a shocked look on their face "should I read more"neat asked the other two just nodded

day 2

well today has been fun I get my name back it's y/n it is weird and I'm not sure if it suits me but at least I have a name to call myself now I started a farm and started to male some bits and bobs around this place I still need a name for it I started to work on making a kitchen like think to keep all of the food I have in I was give some cand food as well as granola bards and bread so that's what iv been eating and im happy to say it went well the walls opened up today I think this is some form of a maze im not sure yet the box hast came back yet im waiting to see how long till it comes up.

it's very hot here but it's nice I just hope it doesn't rain any time soon I found out most of the things here have the word wicked on the still not sure what that means  but you know what shuck that oh ya I also forgot to menschen I made up of new words shuck means such greenie means newbie klunk means shit that's all iv got, for now, I think ill like it here

y/n

"alby when you came up here what was all here, "minho asked still looking shocked "well there was the map room the home shuck the kitchen a smaller farm and the slaughterhouse and a small med bay as well" they all looked at each other "so you telling me that this y/n was here before you built this place and the left leaving their stuff here, "newt asked looked at there leader "look I know as much as you do, "alby said "hey why don't we just go to shucking sleep and come back to this in the morning "minha yawned.

minho had given the runners the day off and alby had called all of the keepers for a gathering about this y/n person "so if your wondering why you all here its because chuck found this yesterday and we wanted to see if we could find any use full info in it so take a piece of paper and get looking all right "alby was followed by mumbles and grows him newt minho and gally had one book each and the others had the pice of paper that had their fallen out of a book or was just there.

about an hour had passed and no one had found anything till gally Spock up "hey I found something "well don't just stand there read it out"alby ordered

day 163

well good even to whoever is reading this today has been a shucking great one I keep having these dreams about a boy called newt and whoever he is they keep saying were twins I don't understand what going on with my head mabey im just going crazy right iv been here alone for so long right

not the point of today I finished mapping out the full maze I the maze opens in bits so one part will open then the next a different one but I don't think it has anything to do with the maze I think it has something to do with the maps and grievers that's what im calling them anywhere there big creatures that have tried to kill me there easy to kill once you get the change of it, oh ya and the box came up again with more things I wish they would send someone else up here im border welp good night

y/n

gally look up to see all eyes on him "newt have you ever heard the name y/n before this "newt shook his head sighing he hadn't before "and what does she if she mean about its not the maze its the maps and grievers "minho asked "I'm not sure but there are somewhat maps they aren't very clear though "frypan stated

they were about to continue when the box alarm went off

[darkmastermoon]

When he talks to another girl

Genre: Fluff

Person: Tae

I had just walked in from work when I saw my baby on the couch scrolling down his feed.

" Hey, Babe how was training?"

" Mihm" he groaned as he rotated to face me and smiled.

" It was okay,"

"Rm's clumsy self tripped and made me twist my ankle" He whined with a slight pout on his face

" Dang, babe i'm sorry"

" Want me to give you a massage." I said, setting my stuff down and cuffing his face. He smiled before pulling away.

" Nah its cool Mel gave me one"

"Mell ? "

"Yeah the new intern "

"That girl is pretty resourceful. And her hands babe-" he looked up at me with a bright smile.

" They're like magic. I don't even feel any pain"

"That's- good". I wasn't one to get Jealous especially not over a little help but for some reason hearing the girl's name come out of his mouth ticked me off.

" Yeha anyways how was your day at work ? " he smile up at me

" it was good surprisingly"

" How was it surprising ? " He said, grabbing my hand and guiding around the couch and into his lap.

I snuggled down into his chest befro speaking.

I breath out with a sigh or relief.

It was good I mean i scored this new brand deal. You know the one i told you about last week.

He chuckled his laugh bibratig his chest and up my back,

Yeah i men maybe

Did it have to do with the cand cane game?

What i said shifting to face him

Noo

" Oh well that must have been Mel's deal, Sorry baby"

I sighed before standing up.

Forget it Tae it isnt important.

He quickly grabbed my hand

Wait- babe if it important to you then its important to-

His phone went off with a alert and he quickly released my hand grabbing his phone.

I sighed

"Who is it?"

i said looking at the image of the girl.

" Oh it just - Mel "

" What "

"Hold on " he put his hands up and called the number

" I'll be back in a moment" mouth before walking out the room to talk to her.

I scoffed before grabbing my bags and heading to the bedroom and getting ready for bed. I would rather not argue with him or come off in a rude way. So I just swallowed my feelings.

~ time skip : 2 weeks later ~

After 2 week of constant interruptions and him missing out on a lunch date I finally bursted. HE had gone out drinking and didn't even tell me . The only reason I knew was because of his private snap story. I saw him and the girl from the phone ID mel. Drinking and throwing it back. So I decided I would confront him tonight.

I was sitting at the table waiting for him to stumble into the house. Except when he did he wasn't alone MEL was with him. She had brought him in and laid him on the couch . she knew the layout of our house as if she'd been here before. It wast until she came into the kitchen and turned on the light that she saw me. She instantly dropped the cup of water she had gotten for him . Her eyes were wide before smiling awkwardly at me

" HI im MEl" she said

. I sighed before grabbing the broom and dust pan and handing it to her.

" Clean it up, him as well" . I pointed at his wide eyed smiling face . I was furious . I wanted to break things I wanted to leave but I didn't. Instead I showed and cried it out before heading to bed.

The sound of a groan echoed out the hall it was his tear began to fill up again.

I mean i had to be overreacting RIGHT?

He wouldn't cheat on me .. right?

When i woke up in the morning i had expect to see him sleep on the couch by himself instead the Bit- no the girl was cuddled up under the cover with him on the couch. I scoffed before grabbing so cold water and pouring it on them.

Mel was furious and Tae was shocked.

I smiled

" morning " tae looked at me an then at me and then at how close they were to eachother.

Babe i promise it isnt what it looks like i mean I-

I cut him off with a smile

"

Yeah i know you wouldn't screw a intern on the couch that your parents bought for us"

" Definitely not in the house we bought together" i Smiled.

You definitly wouldnt be cuddling some random girl . i smiled

The girl tried to speak

No you need to get out of my house so that I can talk to my boyfriend.

She spoke stuttering

" i-ii " before grabbing her stuff and leaving.

So what is it about he rthat keeps her in your mouth tae.

Is she a new fascination or..?

He just stared at me as tears began welling up in my eyes.

" I-m sorry bab- "

he stood up trying to hug me

" No don't touch me " i said backing away from him.

"Lets Break up"

"Huh "he said

" Ive been thinking about it and maybe ive been overthinking but if i have to think so much about it i think it soemthing that should be done"

No Y/N I love you

No you love the thought of me

The idea of have a foreign boo to show off to yout friends the idea of having someone who will cater to you

That isnt me not anymore.

He took a step closer, tears in his eyes.

Baby he putted grabbing my hand.

I love you please dont leave me like this i mean your breaking my hea-

You have no right to finish that sentence i scoffed

mE ME Im breaking YOUR HEart do you not see me over here working my butt of for us . so you not see my forgiving incednt after incedent.

I dont wanna be a jelous pearson jealousy only brings hate it your heart and I let it in ....For you.

No listen y/n there is a reason I've been so close to Mel

NO i dont wanna i mean its hurts it hurts so much that i can barely breath i spoke tears spilling out my eyes.

You were all i wanted tae

Everything so i put up with it.

First is was kaely then Juno and now Mel i smiled at him. IM done i shook my head before turning around to start packing my stuff.

" I wanna marry you y/n " he yelled

" Keayl and JUNo were drunken mistakes you know this i was plastered and i coud-"

"You could though but you didn't"

Mel was helping me to set up a nice sceen of your proposal i wanted -

I gulped before turning around.

" I wanted to make it specailal. And fly your family down"

Tears fell out his eyes ans he dug in his pocket for the ring. My eyes grew wide as he open the box and stared at me .

" I love you ive never wanted anything more then you"

"I wanna start a family, i wanna "

he gullped

"i wanna be your everything the way your mine"

He said tears falling down his face. I couldn't help the smile on my face. So i turned away and he hugged me from the back.

I breathe in his sent before grabbing his arm and speaking.

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

At What Cost? Ethan Ramsey x Candace Valentine (Part 2)

Ethan’s eyes widened as he threw down the phone, leaving the attending on the line, as he began to run down the hall “Candace!”

Before you begin to read the below... you probably should read the first chapter ! Click here

Trigger warning; cursing, violence, angst  

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Ethan began to sprint up the long corridor, taking the longest strides as he could. Pushing past colleagues and patients, he immediately spots Bryce, Sienna and Jackie. “You three, Lahela, Trinh and Varma...” Ethan grunted waving them over to him, “Come with me now!” Bryce looked at Ethan with a puzzled expression, “Woah dude.. what’s...?” Ethan’s brow began to furrow, his steel blue eyes burned scornfully, “Don’t fuck with me Lahela!” he growled, “We don’t have time! Come on!” Sienna, Bryce and Jackie ran after Dr. Ramsey as he made a beeline for the nurses station. Clearly agitated, the nurses knew not to poke the bear, “Connors... Thomas Connors...” he barked, “What room?!” The student nurse on the desk began to type his details as Ethan began to nervously pace, his fingers ran through his dark, glossy locks but his scuffed up knuckles weren’t unnoticed as Jackie whispered, “Look at his hand... what the hell is...??”

Ethan kept checking his watch, each minute that ticked by felt like a millennium had just passed; his internal monologue screaming at him, ‘Why the fuck did you let her go by herself! If you had just told her how you felt... this wouldn’t have happened!’ Finally the student nurse raised her head meeting Dr. Ramsey’s deep, hypnotising eyes. She got lost for a second before she began to stutter, “R..r...Room 402 Doctor...” Ethan turned immediately to the three senior residents behind him. His jaw was clenched tightly, his left cheek rippled with anger as he finally spoke, “Lahela and Varma with me... Trinh... page the psych on call, get them to 402 immediately!” Sienna watched helplessly as the three ran off towards the stairs, fumbling with her pager, she sent an urgent beeper message before she ran to the elevator to catch up with them; none of them knowing what to expect.

“Ah, Mr. Connors...” Candice began to smile as she entered the room, “It’s good to see you up and about! Are you ready for your MRI?” Thomas stood in the one place, staring at Dr. Valentine without speaking. Candice’s lips pouted as she moved closer to him, noticing the duffel bag opened on the hospital bed. “Oh Mr. Connors, we cant discharge you just yet I’m afraid...” as she placed her hand gently onto his arm, Thomas’ eyes darkened immediately. His nostrils began to flare pushing Dr. Valentine backwards. Candice stumbled slightly but kept her cool, “Mr. Connors...” she held him back at arms length, “It’s ok... no one is going to...” she hadn’t realised what had happened until she felt the thud of her back against the wall, Connors pressing his full weight against her collarbones and throat screaming into her face, “You’ll not touch me again! All you fucking doctors are the same!”

She tried to reason with him as best she could with her airway partially blocked, but the more she tried, Thomas resisted screaming at her to shut up. “You doctors... you... you’re all the same...” he ranted, “taking blood, my blood... hurting me...” between his fits of rage, the patient looked scared. He was delirious, “I can’t... I can’t...” he rambled and pleaded with himself. Candice tried to reach across to the code button, her finger tips barely grazed it but she tried. The more she struggled, the more Connors became agitated. With his jaw clenched, his rage surged through his body as she tried to call for help. Thomas gritted his teeth growling, “You’ll not hurt me!” Candace didn’t know what was happening until she felt a sharp pain into her abdomen. Dr. Valentine’s mouth opened, gasping for air whilst her trembling lips beginning to turn a shade of blue.

As soon as Ethan got to the fourth floor, he ran immediately to the medicine cabinet, his eyes darting through the vials mumbling to himself, “Where is it?! Where is it?!” Jackie and Bryce stood behind him as they watched him fill a syringe. “What the hell is going on...”Jackie demanded with her arms folded, Ethan coldly stared at her, his anger became worry... “It’s Candice... she’s in with a untreated psych case - he’s a danger to him and her...” Ethan handed the needle to Jackie, “Varma once Lahela and I have the patient restrained - get him sedated!” Bruce’s eyes widened in horror, “But what if she isn’t even there?!” Ethan narrowed his eyes angrily - how could Bryce even ask him that?!, “I’m not taking that chance!” he growled before running towards room 402 and without thinking of what could be on the other side, Ethan opened the door.

Immediately he ran forward, pulling the patient away from Candice, with Jackie and Bryce behind him. Ethan and Bryce held Connors back, one of them on either side of him as Jackie administered a dose of benzodiazepine to sedate him. They were all so zoned into getting the patient restrained, it was only by the side of his steel blue eyes that Ethan noticed Candice slipping to the floor, her eyes rolling backward and the blood stain that followed her. Immediately, he let go of Connors rushing to Dr. Valentine’s side, finally noticing the knife that ruptured her spleen lying on the ground beside her. With one hand, he used her lab coat to put pressure on the wound, his other hand brushed the golden strands of her long blonde hair from her delicate face, “Candace...” he pleaded, “Come on... you got this...” Sienna ran towards Candace as the On Call Psychologist assisted Bryce and Jackie.

“Her pulse is dropping Dr. Ramsey...” Sienna bit down on her lip with worry as Ethan’s brow furrowed, “Stay with me Candace...” There was no time, she needed surgery and within seconds, Ethan scooped Candice into his strong, muscular arms running out into the corridor. In a commanding and authoritative tone, Ethan shouted, “I need a gurney and a free OR now!” Before turning his attentions to the young doctors, “Lahela, scrub in; Trinh, press down on that wound more and Varma call Emery - get her down here!” As the nursing staff surrounded Ethan and Candace, he placed her gently onto the gurney his hand gently placed across her cheek, “Candace...” Dr. Ramsey began to shake his head, biting down on his lip as his fingers tangled through her hair pitifully laughing as he tried to hold back tears, “Please just prove me wrong again... please?.... I am so sorry...” His whole body filled with adrenaline, as Ethan felt himself being pulled back by Jackie- his heart soared, feeling like it was ready to explode in his chest before he angrily pulled away from her. At least Candice was breathing; that was a good sign, but as Ethan looked down towards her blood soaked lab coat and then to his shirt, there was a chance she mightn’t make it. “Two litres of type O...” He swallowed hard, helplessly watching the nursing and surgical teams rushing to take Candace away to be prepped for emergency surgery. All Ethan could do now was wait.

Ethan’s office was dark bar the desk lamp that provided a small strip of light; just enough for him to find the bottle of scotch he kept in his office and to know where the glass was. He swirled the golden amber coloured liquid around the tumbler with a flick of the wrist, staring into the whirlpool it created becoming somewhat lost in the hypnotising pattern. His brow furrowed as he glared to the bottom of the glass not noticing Naveen’s presence. “Give me that...” Ethan’s eyes followed the glass until they met Naveen shaking his head disapprovingly, “Why are you here? I would have at least thought you’d be watching over the surgery... but I find you sitting doing nothing...” Naveen quietly stood, as Ethan tiredly dragged his hand against his stubble. Sighing, Ethan stared up at Naveen as he shrugged his shoulders, “What else could I have done? Cand...” he stopped himself, a lump forming in his throat, “Dr. Valentine is in the safest hands right now...”

[fluffyllamas-23]

cocoa

Hiiiii thank you so much for this! Here’s a little ficlet with Finn and Aaron, I hope you like it!

*

Finn sniffles carefully, trying not to trigger a coughing fit.  It doesn’t work, and he spends the next few moments coughing into a sweater covered hand.  He drags a hand down his face, sniffling miserably as his sinuses throb.

He had woken up sick yesterday morning, and though it hadn’t been too bad, he had spent the majority of his day at practice, and spending that much time in an ice box just made everything worse.  As soon as he got home, Aaron took one look at him and sent him to the couch with a cup of cinnamon hot cocoa.

That’s where he’s been for the past day and a half, underneath his favorite couple of blankets.  His throat started hurting badly two cups in, prompting Aaron to switch out the cinnamon hot chocolate for regular tea with honey (and didn’t give in when Finn shot him the most betrayed look, with the biggest, most tragic eyes).

Finn can hear the door open, and he shuffles out into the entryway, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“And just what do you think you’re doing? When I left, you had a one hundred and two degree fever and were dizzy. Also, hi, I bought you the good stuff,” he says, shifting the brown paper bag to his hip so he can pull out a box of DayQuil and a bag of Finn’s favorite cough drops.

“You’re the best,” Finn croaks.

“Yeah, I know, now go lie down, you look miserable.”

He sniffles, “cand I help you put andythi’gg away?”

“You can put yourself away, oh my god, go lie down.”

“But-“

“I will restrain you. Go. Now.”

“Finde,” he mutters. “You dondt have to be mbeand about it.”

Aaron rolls his eyes, “I’m not being mean, don’t be dramatic, just go lie down. Please? You look like you’re a minute away from passing out and I’d rather not have to take you to the ER because you crack your head open.”

“Okay,” he rasps.

Aaron kisses his burning forehead, “I’ll be there in a second, I promise.”

[haechanhearts]

a trick or a treat

pairing: renjun x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: fluff?, angst? kind of?

warnings: all lowercase??

synopsis: you go trick or treating with renjun, who’s know what will happen??

“do you have your costume ready, y/n?” renjun asks you over the phone.

“uh.. no? i didn’t think we would be going trick or treating this year.” you respond slowly.

you were currently laying down in your room, trying to catch up on some homework. halloween was in about a week, but you didn’t really care about it to be honest. school was stressful, and that’s what you needed to focus on at the moment.

“what would make you think that?” renjun asks, surprised.

“oh i don’t know! maybe it’s because we haven’t gone in the past two years? or maybe it’s because we’re too old?” you say.

you suddenly hear the most exaggerated gasp coming from renjun, through the phone. chuckling a bit, you show a small smile.

“y/n, the only reason we haven’t gone, is because something came up on halloween. like i had to babysit, that one time, and you were puking all night two years ago.” renjun reminds you.

“mhmm. and this year, i’ve got a whole bunch of homework, so..”

“alright, y/n! this is what we’re going to do. you are going to find a costume. you are going to complete your homework. and you are going to go trick or treating with me. deal?”

“renjun, it really isn’t that simple. look, i’m going to try my hardest to get all of this homework out of the way, but if it doesn’t happen, i’m sorry renjun but i can’t go with you.” you tell him truthfully.

“fine! just know that if i don’t get to go trick or treating this year because of you, i’m not doing your christmas movie marathon.” renjun exclaimed. 

eventually ending the call, you quickly went online to look at some of the costumes that were on sale. scrolling through page after page, there was nothing that caught your eye. Everything was just a variety of sexy this or sexy that, but all you wanted was to be comfortable. 

going back to do your homework, you tried to complete as much as you could, just for renjun. the next few days consisted of renjun nagging about your halloween costume. renjun didn’t want to tell you what he was dressing up as, because apparently, you will be amazed. you dragged renjun to a store to buy some animal onesie that they sold. 

“It’s between a unicorn or a dragon, renjun. you have to help me choose.” you say as you walk out of the dressing room. you thought you looked silly in both of the costumes, but nevertheless, you wanted renjun’s opinion on the two “costumes”. 

laughing a little while looking at renjun, you cover your face slightly to hide your embarrassment. 

“I think both of them are ridiculous. but i like them on you.” he states nonchalantly.

“i mean, like, you look silly in them, and it works because they’re just some random costumes. not that i like them on you specifically, although you do look ador-” he continues quickly. 

“alright renjun, i get it. gosh you’re such a dork! just help me choose a costume!” you tell him while ruffling up his hair a bit. 

“uh.. i like the dragon!” he responds shyly. 

you finally purchase your “costume” and drag renjun out of the store, but not before stopping near the exit where you see bags of candy corn.

“renjun. will you please please go and buy this for me? i’ll pay you back, i just don’t want to wait in line again.” you ask him. 

rolling his eyes, he grabs the bag from your hands and jogs to the line. smiling, you wait outside of the store. 

“let’s go.” renjun says while walking in front of you, after tossing the bag of candy corn in your direction. instantly  perking up, you open the bag and grab a few to munch on while you walk home. grabbing a few more, you put it in renjun’s direction, indicating that you wanted him to eat some.

he turns his head the other way, not accepting your offer. “renjun! eat some! i know you like cand corn! remember that these are seasonal and you won’t get these for a while.” you convince him. he slowly opens his mouth so you pop two pieces of the candy in it with a smile on your face. 

“halloween is in two days, y/n. We’re going trick or treating, right?” renjun suddenly asks. 

nodding your head yes, you show him a smile with candy corn still in your mouth. 

“i think i’m all caught up with school, so you don’t have anything to worry about.” you tell him. 

pulling you into a side hug, renjun says, “great! we both have our costumes! i’m so excited!”

on halloween night, you quickly got ready to go trick or treating. looking in the mirror, you thought you looked ridiculous, but renjun seemed to like it so you decided that it was cute enough to wear. you place the hood of the onesie on before you hear the doorbell to your house ring. you assume that it was renjun because you checked the time and it was about the time renjun said he would be arriving. as soon as you open the door, you were greeted by a few loud “trick or treat!” that were yelled by a group of kids. they startled you quite a bit, resulting in a small jump, but nevertheless, you grab the large bowl of candy that was placed next to the door and grab a handful to put in each child’s bag. a series of thank you’s were said before the group of kids scurried to the next house down the street. 

closing the door, you take a seat on your couch waiting for renjun to text you that he arrived. You eventually hear your doorbell ring once again, so you get up and grab the bowl once more. opening the door, you weren’t greeted by any children, but instead a teenage boy in a moomin costume. 

“trick or treat?” renjun mocked before showing you a smile. you suddenly died of laughter after you were able to take in what he was wearing. 

“you look cute, renjun!” you exclaim before grabbing his arm and dragging him out towards the sidewalk.  You didn’t know this, but while renjun was trailing behind you, a small blush dusted across his cheeks. 

“you look cute too, y/n” he mutters under his breath so you didn’t catch it, but that pink on his cheeks would have turned a crimson if you did. 

“where should we start? i overheard my little sister say that the houses with the best candy is three streets down.” you inquire while finally letting go of renjun’s arm. the sudden loss of contact resulted in renjun slightly pouting. quickly recovering, he puts his arm over your shoulders before saying, “we can go wherever you want! i just want to spend some time with you!” 

“aww, that’s sweet! we can pass this street and start from there, okay?” you beamed while leaning into renjun a little bit. 

finally arriving to the first house, both and renjun emmit a “trick or treat!” to which you both recieved handfuls of candy. you carried on with this until both of your bags were full. admittedly, some people didn’t give you candy because apparently you and renjun were “too old to be trick or treating”. you weren’t upset, but you had to make sure renjun didn’t fight them right then and there. it was definitely a sight to see. 

the last place you stopped by was the library. it seemed strange, but when you and renjun were young, the library always gave out full sized candy bars, and that isn’t an opportunity you wanted to miss. once you finally got the last of the candy, you settled down in one of the seats in the library. it was a cozy atmosphere, with the lights and heater contrasting from the dark, cold night. renjun took a seat across from you. taking a glance at him, you couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable costume for the fifth time this night.

renjun peered into his bag and pulled out two chocolate bars. he opened one slightly and handed to you, before doing the same to his. grabbing it from renjun’s hands, you take a large bite, savoring the sweet flavor. 

“y/n, i’ve been meaning to tell you something.” renjun suddenly mentions out of the blue. 

“what’s up?” you respond, while finishing the candy. 

“um, this might be awkward, and i want you to tell me if this ruins everything, and that it you hate me, okay?” you nod your head, suddenly extremely curious about what he has to say. 

“alright, well, i like you, y/n. like so much. and i just wanted to tell you that.” renjun rambles slightly. 

“really?”

“yes. i really do.”

“okay. come help me choose a book to check out.”

[yumenosakiacademy]

things tht happened on halloween 2022!

i saw kae!! it’s been 4ever since i saw them... even b4 i stopped walking outside, i hadnt seem em around!! i said hello n gave em a few pettings ><

apparently the guy who knows me as the 1 w the tablet is named Greg n he asked what my real name is so he could finally kno n stop calling me by the nickname he gave me n i gave him 2 of my internet aliases instead. he seemed 2 like 1 of em lol.

tht 1 old couple recognized me again this yr n the old guy asked if i was 20 n i said Close n he also asked if id gotten the job i was wanting yet n i told them 1 of my future plans.

a girl at a house was giving out homemade halloween kandi! 1 had spooky in letter beads but i picked the 1st 1 i saw so unfortunately i didnt get it ;w; i called them kandi tho n she said “thts exactly what they r!” when i clarified i meant kandi like bracelets not Candy n i think she might b a raver...? or knows of rave culture! i wonder if she was at the nekomimi rave 2 nights ago in the nearby big city? anyway i 4got 2 take from 1 of the bowls tht had a non-candy sweet bc i got distracted by the fact she had lil cotton cand tub n i asked if i could hav 1 n she said yes so i got whats apparently pumpkin pie cotton candy!

saw a guy (kind of cute. ngl. idk his age tho, so,,) giving out candy in a panda kigurumi n i complimented him on it n i heard him mutter as i walked away “why do they hav a backpack...??” n in my brain im like oh ho boy do u simply think im only getting a meager lil bag of candy? im in this 4 the HAUL! even as a kid i carried an extra sack >:3c

a guy gave me a handful from his bowl but i saw he had fruit snacks in the bowl n i didnt think any were in the handful so i said “!! can i hav 1 of the fruit snacks? :3″ n he said, amused n confused “u want the fruit snacks?” (as if he expected i would want candy instead) n i happily nodded n i got 1 of the packs.

the house tht gave those lil church bags last yr had a bucket we could take multiple things of but there were so many ppl there at once so i jus grabbed 2 of what looked like squeezable applesauce drinks but when i got home i found out they were unsweetened :/ wish id looked more t the box 2 see what was in there.

1 house had a box full of kids picture books n it said 2 take 1? i didnt bc i had no need 4 1 but i found tht interesting.

i was offered a hot dog (n i think an option of another grilled meat food) by a lady at a house where i was given 2 bags of chips late at night (they were having a bbq on their driveway) but i said “ah, no im vegetarian ^^;;” n the guy next 2 her was like “whatd u say??” n the others had 2 tell him but they emphasized tht i said vegetarian not vegan. dunno what thts abt lol.