#go forth tiny friend and get those bugs

[sillyromance]

Hello! I don’t know if you know this character well enough, but I’ll try my best. Can you please make some kind of scenario with G1 Sunstreaker?

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm very sorry that completing this has taken so much time... But, finally, I've come up with an idea for the writing. Perhaps, it has turned out too fluffy...

Nevertheless, hope you enjoy!

Not alone.

- Y/n!

You turned – your eyes locked on the lemon-yellow frame of Sunstreaker. Your big autobot friend had just returned from the mission: his crimson brother was somewhere nearby too since you could hear his loud crispy voice; he was buzzing annoyingly like a big bug in a child's fist. Definitely, boasting again… If there was a battle, those two inevitably found themselves right in the middle of it – and none of the twins was shy to show off, talking about their victories and crazy adventures. Though, that time it seemed like one of the young heroes decided to spend some time with a little human instead…

- Hi, pal! How’s it goin’? – You tried to make your voice sound in the most optimistic way possible, though a careful listener would easily recognise you pretended.

- We’ve fried some ‘cons, obviously! You should have seen how their armor got covered with that appetizing crisp! – He went down on his knee, his blue optics looking attentively in your eyes. – A usual day, really… But I see there’s somethin’ wrong. Mind to tell me?

- It's nothing. Well... I don’t know. It’s not that important. – Your gaze avoided his, your hands going back and forth, rubbing your hips and leaving long white stripes on the jeans.

There were many other bots around. Optimus, Ironhide, First Aid… Of course, they were very compassionate and understanding - but you didn’t want to talk about your problems while it was so crowded. As for Sunny, you felt grateful for being cared about, especially if it was someone who usually cared about himself more than about anyone else… Still, such stuff were not for everyone to know…

There were many things going wrong in your life lately. It would be hard to count them all… However, it didn’t mean you would let yourself act like a baby and cry on a random shoulder – no matter fleshy or steely. The bots and people working with them had a lot of things to do. Decepticons never lost a chance to cause even a tiny trouble – though, honestly, usually it was a complete disaster. It was a war… There was no time for being weak. The world wouldn’t save itself.

Sunstreaker titled his helm on a side and smiled softly.

- I thought of a ride around the base… I wondered if you'd like to join me, huh? I doubt you will reject such a cool guy like me.

- Sure not, Sunny. – You couldn’t help but smirked teasingly at his charming behaviour. - Though, I’m afraid to burn down like those ‘cons. It’s getting kinda hot around here, haven't you noticed?

He laughed lightheartedly, you accompanied him. Then he turned into his vehicle mode. Getting in the car, you heard Wheeljack calling for you two:

- Hey, guys! Where are you going?

- Oh, doc! It's just a little ride!

- Don’t you remember, Streaker – you and Sideswipe are helping me in the lab this evenin’!

- Don’t worry, doc! You know, you can count on us!

- Yeah… I don't think so after the previous time I…

- Whatever, bye!

Before the inventor could say anything else, the Lamborghini drove off the place at full speed, heading to the exit.

Evening air was refreshing; it carried soothing scents of warm sand and wild flowers. Rubby-gold clouds swam in the peach sky; tired ochre sun was slightly touching the edge of the horizon. The bot was silent. It was a little bit surprising, though you was grateful. You didn’t want to chat at that moment.

Looking at the rocky, orange landscape, you sighed with satisfaction. That was exactly that you needed. Noisy and humid atmosphere of the base tired you up; Sunstreaker saw this perfectly at the very minute he spotted you on that corner. He knew you well enough. You two didn’t waste much time on long preludes at the first meeting and got along just fine. The more you hanged out together, the closer you became. So, you quickly reached the point when friends start reading each other’s minds.

He was enjoying your presence, your body lying conveniently on his cushy seats and your hands touching the steering wheel. Though you weren't a cybotronian, you were one of the most important souls in the world for him – after his beloved brother, of course. And your low spirit concerned him much. He really wanted to speak to you there and then, however, he saw it wasn’t a good moment. Well, you would be at your secret place soon anyways – there he would ask…

After one-two kilometers he slowed down and pulled over to the side road which soon made its way upwards a sloping hill. There were much more plants than before; slim and dry trunks of acacias surrounded you, throwing long lavender shades at the car and the passenger inside. Endless blue sea of the heavens was broken into pieces of rainbow glass with thin, blooming brunches. The bot stopped; you hopped out and ran forward to a long pink cliff looming behind the trees. Sunstreaker followed, already on his feet too.

The cliff was a good spot for relaxation. It was calm, quiet, peaceful; a colorful blooming plain and a small bunch of the trees created a beautiful, almost wild landscape. Everywhere you could see was a domain of prairie. Though, downwards, there was a small town in a valley; the streetlights always switched on pretty early, they looked like fireflies sitting on the ancient eastern carpet. At that moment they were shining too – tiny stars floating in the violet air. Tough stone was drowning in plants; yellow grass tickled your bare ankles. The grove on the left rustled softly in the coming twilights; wide waves were walking over the fields.

- So… Now, we are alone. – The bot began, looking at the transparent, smoky moon starting its way above the world. – Maybe, now could you tell me?

You shrugged your shoulders, then looked at your boots – a tiny ant was running around your foot helplessly. You took a long stalk and helped the insect down on the ground.

- I don’t know. It’s… a lot.

The bot chuckled.

- I’m all audio sensors.

- Since when have you become so thoughtful, buddy?

- Since I’ve known you!

- Really? Ok, ok…

You were talking till the sun sat and the sky got covered in its cute glittering freckles. The wind rose; it was already chilly, almost cold. Thin summer shirt wasn’t able to protect you from the cooling night weather. You rubbed your forearms, trying to regain warmth; Sunstreaker glanced at your shivering figure, worried.

- Are you cold, little one? – He asked.

- Yeah… A bit. I think, it would be better for us to return.

- Agreed… - He responded, transforming…

At base everyone had been sleeping when you came. Trying not to wake the comrades up (especially, Wheeljack), you sneaked inside and turned into one of the corridors, heading to your quarters.

- Are you sure you’ll be all right on your own? – Your friend kneeled and let you climb on his large flat palm. His optics were gleaming softly in the darkness.

- Are there any other options? – You smiled.

- Well… - His voice became shaky. – I could… take you with me…

- It would be uncomfortable for both of us, don’t you think?

He thought for a minute or two, then turned to you, expression of his faceplate showing a mix of hope and... embarrassment?!

- Actually, I have an idea… But I don’t know if you…

- Just say it out loud, boy.

He took a deep “breath”, stabilizing his systems.

- I could… I could put you in my fuel tank. So, you would be safe while sleeping and… not alone as well.

You heart skipped a beat.

- Wait, wait, wait… But transformers’ fueltanks work in the same way human stomachs do, don’t they?

- Still, we can’t process organic materials, remember?

He had a point. You exhaled.

- Right… Nevertheless, it sounds so crazy…

- I understand. So... It’s your choice.

You rubbed your chin, considering the offer. On one hand, you were about to be swallowed(!) alive by a metal titan and spend a whole night inside him without any guaranties that something wouldn’t go wrong. But at the same time, he was your best friend; you could trust him. After all, that all was just a matter of trust.

You met his gaze once again - the bot waited for your decision, though you could see the flames of impatience jumping in his optics.

- I… I don’t mind. I know you won’t hurt me.

You could tell he was happy to hear that; tension released the bot’s figure, he grinned joyfully like a big cat.

- Wow! Thank you, Y/N! I swear it's gonna be the best experience possible for you!

- Fine, big guy! Let’s get it over with…

He opened the door of the room he and his brother were sharing. Sideswipe was snoring peacefully on his berth; he didn’t notice neither of you and didn’t hear how Sunstreaker closed the door and lied on his own bed.

- Shhhh… - He whispered as he saw you trying to say something. – He won’t bother us. Sides won’t open his optics even if the skies crack on two.

You giggled. But the bot’s faceplate suddenly went sober.

- Are you still sure?

You nodded confidently.

- Perfect… If anything scares you, just call for me - I'll stop and let you out. Don’t be shy, Ok?

- Ok.

- Good… Now, please, hold still…

His grip tightened a little as you were lifted to his opening mouth. Your feet were laid on something wet and warm – it wrapped around them, coating you in heavy, slick slime. Tingles ran down your spine as you realized it was his glossa tasting you, and the slime was the drool coaxing your limbs, preparing you for… for the way down. Sunstreaker’s throat produced a silent moan of pleasure – it seemed he liked your flavor! Huh… You couldn’t help but blushed, thinking about you being such a tasty tiny candy.

Meanwhile, the bot very gently pushed you further, to the pharynx. Your hands finally met with the pulsing, smooth tongue which leaned to them eagerly, then slipped behind you back. The servo loosened up; now you were in the bot’s mouth entirely, being held by his long, plushie glossa. Misty, hot air filled your lungs; it was too dark to see, but you could feel your toes wriggling in the open space – the awaiting entrance of the esophagus. Streams of oily saliva vanished in that black hole with loud, delicious sounds of gulps. At first, they frightened you; instinctively, you grabbed the flesh of your improvised bed and made an attempt to crawl away from the danger. However, the very minute you did that, the swallows faded. Sunstreacker froze still, granting you a chance to stop – undoubtedly, it would disappoint him, but he didn’t want to startle his human friend. You took a big breath and forced yourself to calm down. There was nothing that would mean harm to you. The mech wouldn’t hurt you - he loved you! You went through so many things together – undeniably, he was reckless sometimes, but he wouldn’t do anything that would lead to death of those he valued the most.

Hesitantly, you patted the glossa – it licked your cheek playfully, comforting, then bend over, letting you slide back to the throat. Powerful metal muscles contracted around your ankles and tugged you in the comforting embrace of the esophagus.

Trembling, the bot outlined a small round bulge on his neck with his digit as you were fully pulled inside his throat. He swallowed hard, yet carefully, sending your warm, fragile body further down his huge tough body. The mech could still sense you wriggle, moving deeper and deeper inside beneath his chest plates. Some more slow seconds – and you arrived at your destination, being dropped into whining chamber of the alien “stomach”, making a nice little bulge on Sunstreaker’s abdomen.

His servo leisurely traced your path and stayed on the lump, massaging it slightly. Inside, it was gurgly and wet, but cozily warm and soft. You felt your friend’s indecisive caresses and pressed your hand against a thick grey wall permeated with long thin energon cables from the bottom to the top.

- How are you, Y/N? Is it OK?

- Yes, Sunny, it is. Don’t worry so much! You did great, by the way…

- Oh… That’s good to hear, I guess… You too.

- Thanks…

It was awkward to have a conversation in that position, so neither of you said a word anymore. You rested against the plump bumps of the fueltank rubbing at you lovingly; soothing quiet sparkbeat and dim light coming from the walls as well as gentle growling sounds and warmth made its work – your eyelids soon grew heavy, you yawned and snuggled into the squishy metal.

- Sweet dreams, Sunny.

The bot curled up around you, hugging his growling, full middle.

- Same for you, dear.

[fountainpenguin]

"You'll learn the definitions of nouns and prepositions; literacy's your mission, and that's why I think it's a GOOD TIME!! (To learn some grammar)"

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Sharing a crossover piece I've wanted to write for a million years and finally did because I am cringe and free <3

“Flypaper” - One-shot

Read on AO3

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The panel they’re speaking on starts in two minutes. Super Why hasn’t shown up. If you've never tried looking for a 3-inch-tall, non-invincible superhero in a busy convention center, WordGirl highly discommends it. It's gonna be one of THOSE days...

Also, teen friends sharing a vacation rental get to have wholesome fun at the beach. Life has its bumps and jealousies, but it's beautiful and kind today :)

[Unless you're Roméo Mécano and Tobey almost flings you into the sun, but this ain't about him /jk]

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Flypaper

N. - Sticky, poison-treated strips of paper used to catch and kill unwanted pests

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Huh. So… Even at a superhero convention, she just can't catch a break?

Of course she can't. Two minutes before the "Learning Is Fun!" panel is supposed to start, Kid Math yanks WordGirl from the restroom doorway. He really jerks her too, almost throwing her spine against the water fountains with all the super strength in his 16-year-old body. Her elbow slams the fake white bricks. "Hey!" she yelps. Huggy squeaks from his position on the younger hero's arm and smacks the back of his head. Gently. Sort of.

Kid Math doesn't hesitate. He grabs her shoulders and shakes her back and forth hard enough to rattle her eyes around in her sockets. "Hey," he blurts, STILL shaking her. The word explodes in a bright yellow burst in her head (courtesy of eternal synesthesia). "Have you seen Super Why? He's been AWOL all day. Huggy and I even flew around to check all the flypaper strips, but there's no sign of him. He's going to be late!"

Late is one of Kid Math's favorite words. It's spiky and violet in her brain like a train caboose at the end of the rainbow. If WordGirl could play a reel of all the times her friend has called her phone, kicked in a door, interrupted date night, or slammed his hands down on a counter to ramble on about how if they don't leave in "exactly 4.218 minutes" then there will be heck to answer for, she'd love to. Well… "Love" is a strong word. And actually, watching a montage of his fretting sounds decidedly awful. That's not the point.

"What?"

"No one can find Super Why," Kid Math repeats, fussing with the collar of her cape. His gloved hands are rough, unintentionally aggressive. He's six inches taller than her these days (and his curls add another six inches on top of that). His icy breath smells like chalky candy necklace powder. WordGirl slaps his fingers away. Kid Math floats back, looking queasy. His brows form a carat on his forehead. "Do you think he's hurt?"

"I think I need a few seconds of personal space," she mutters. It's almost too bad that she put her gloves back on after washing her hands. She'd like to flick a bit of water at him. It might give him goosebumps. He deserves it.

Kid Math backs even farther away. Huggy tacks on another statement, gesturing across the convention center with a wave of his arm. Apparently, they've both been looking for Super Why for the last 15 minutes. In addition to the flypaper strips, they've also checked the bug zapper by the main entrance and did a search on ground level for mouse traps. No sign of the tiny superhero hanging out around those hot party spots either. Which is for the best, obviously, but… What's she going to do about this?

Focus. Super Why is missing…

WordGirl presses one hand to her temple, still centering herself after that dizzy shaking spell. It's a bad day for headaches. The lights and noises of the convention center have been pretty brutal on her super-hearing so far. Both she and Kid Math have been checking in with each other every hour, making sure they're drinking water and taking regular quiet breaks outside. She had lunch with TJ at a pizza place down the street. WordGirl tries to pull up the memory of the big glass windows, brick interior, and the scent of tomato sauce and garlic powder in the air. The alfredo pizza with the spinach mixed into the sauce? It's amazing.

Okay. So… No one's sure where Super Why went? Not that unusual; the convention center's pretty crowded and he's easy to overlook. There are a thousand reasons why he could be running behind, from waiting in line for somebody's autograph to struggling to push the button on a water fountain. Being his size can't be easy. He also doesn't have super speed. Maybe it takes him a while to get from one place to another.

"He's late," Kid Math says, drawing close again. Another violet blossom blooms in her mind's eye, back to back with the green circle that represents he in her brain. He's late, he's late, he's late…

Right. Also, Super Why could totally be at risk of getting crushed under someone's foot, but WordGirl doesn't point that out. She, um, doesn't really know Super Why that well and he'd probably get offended if either of them imply he can't take care of himself even at age 18, but… it is pretty weird that nobody's seen him. A flicker of anxiety shoots up her throat. How well has their non-invincible, 3-inch-tall (friend? associate?) been doing two days into the superhero convention without a proper bodyguard?

But she doesn't bring that up. "Calm down, calm down," she says instead. She pries Kid Math's gloved fingers from her arms, firmly pushing his shaking hands down by his sides. He's got hot sweat droplets dripping down his forehead. Kid Math always smells like mangoes and apricots now. Apparently, that scent's natural for Hexagonian sweat after puberty. She's more jealous than she'll ever let on. It's one of the most unfair aspects of his home planet over hers, second only to the fact that Rex grew up next door to a real, actual unicorn ranch. Garbage. Absolute atrocity.

WordGirl lets go of his wrists, drawing in a calming breath. "Hey. Super Why knows not to get too close to the floor. He's probably just in the bathroom, like I was. Let's take a loop around."

Huggy nods, situating himself a bit more comfortably on Kid Math's back. "Okay," says Kid Math, but his shaky answer doesn't peel the frown from his face. That tentative word is sparking and blue. He twists his hands, wrinkling his gloves as though making tiny snowballs. "But I can't find him, and everyone's waiting for us onstage. We're going to be late."

There are worse fates than being late. For example, despite Huggy's search check, Super Why could be inches from touching another bug zapper. He gets way too much enjoyment out of coasting along their edges, playing with cruel fate and bright blue sparks. No joke, but yesterday her heart dropped like a guillotine every time she heard him whoop and spiral. He'll definitely get his hair fried one day if he keeps that up, and he's cheeky enough that it probably won't stop him.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

[jamiekb]

new update!!!! i’m going insane so here’s my thoughts on it (it’s a long one)

First thoughts on the new update and things that make me go !!!! (hope you’ve already seen it all otherwise this won’t make sense):

the new house when the page is loading!!! so cute!! with the little color paper chains that eddie showed how to make

the cute little gif of House being drawn (ok so that happens when you open it, i just wanted to see if it hada a name)

EYES oh my (edit: so i think it’s my monitor or browser but i’ve always seen the eyes, it’s like theyre just secondary banners, so there’s that)

tiny wally sitting on the banner! and new things to click!

cute bug behind the number of visitors

colorful tic-tac-toe in Wally's rock and also EYE

oh ok so the eyes stay the whole time

little pixel HOUSE so pretty

bug friend in the gallery surprised me

the tulips being drawn (oh so we have to check those, then?)

Eddie Dear i love so much, you look great sweetie

why does is that little square singled out in the long banner of the whats welcome home page?

julie and frank look adorable in pixel art!!!

cricket friend makes a heart with its antenae

ok so now we're missing a whole section of the long banner

oh my god a sticker page !!!

love them all, this is so much work! love all the team that worked so hard on this !!!

ok so maybe its a bit too late for me to be trying to see all the updates because wow those red eyes, oh well too late (are the letters something or just the name of the audios?)

the new banners in the sticker page are all cute, bUT look at Eddie and Frank AHHHHHH!!! mY heart!!!

barnaby sticking out his tongue for the snow!!!

so i got curious about the spider friend at the top, but i wasnt going to click on it because i dont like spiders. And when i do theres a video??? its says answer??? why is there a scroll bar?? (oh my god julies voice is perfect!! and barnaby sounds like a great guy. is it just me or are the pauses kind of long for the type of conversations it is?) (oh wally, what's going on?)

ok finally visiting the neighborhood

you can hear audio of them!!!! and transcripts!

and another video. why the scroll bar? is it my browser? (oh wait was i supposed to remember the numbers and apparently that is the name of the video? is that why they say answer)

eddie my darling!!!! you sound great, like you'd bring dessert if i invited you over for a meal, love you so much (hahahaha the policys) (also who is his voice actor? sounds familiar, maybe)

banner shenanigans happening again

there's so much new content!!!! look at their jokes!!! and the storybook record!! and the interview!!! (and apparently Home uses he for pronoun, noted)(and also 'it', noted again)

ah so that's why they say Frank is autistic, i get it now

ok back to the neighborhood, got distracted with the scripts. is it me or is it different? feels more colorful and with some new details maybe? could just be me (havent seen the original site in a while)

oh my god bug in eddies profile and the skit is about him and Frank, so cute! I understand you Eddie, i too would panic

ok finally got to Wally. so i think the fact that the text is misaligned is on purpose, not sure why though. And we get a new audio!

new image in the so below page. and the record is shaking real bad, not a fan of that (is that house? is it morse code or just creaking? well im sure someone will have the answer to that at some point)

pause to go back and find bug friends where i've already been. So: got Frank being bothered in his garden, audio of wally talking about eyes, sally putting on a play

ok now forth to media

hey the little buddy gives a video where you can see Wally's hands!! and now i get to actually hear the interview (is it just me or does the host sound sleazy?). also we dont get banner shenanigans but the little neighbors are overstepping a bit in one instance

omg the animation cells!!! look at them!!! the style. and i just now got the joke Wally tells in the mistery audios. the acting is so good!! i feel them moving!!

and with the news comes a new buddy, dont really know what Howdy's talking about but i love the rythm.

oohhh they mention the little drawings! and the hint of bugs!! ...and the tiny update about the guestbook, who is talking??? what ringing??

have you seen the telephone box in the merchandise page?!?!?!? they designed a whole package for it!! THW WORK AND LOVE THAT GOES INTO THIS!!! AHAHHHHH!!!

and the illustrations for the Eddie thing are so cute!!! they remind me of blue's clues original style

there's a coloring book!!!! i need that as actual merch someday please

THE EXHIBITION!!!! The phone is there!!! Wally is made out of actual cardboard!! dont see the puppet you could see in the reflections of the records though (new drawing! you can hear heartbeats, maybe they belong to house?)

guestbook time!!! new bug buddy (with my darling eddie going through it) (wonder if there's something in the glitches at the end of the videos)

first time there's a colored background (yellow), interesting choice, and no eyes. (ok only now just listened to the audio from the buddy, so its wally but not his eyes, just him i guess?)

interesting, the image for the section where you actually leave a note is called 'goodbye', not sure it said that before

now on to (dont know how you write that, dont care to look it up) the actual guestbook, and to check out all the little drawings again

ok, one box with weird double text but not too alarming. huh long comments. oh my that was only one page

oh little friend (oh my god, its the conversations from the drawings of the pie charts so cute!!)

on the second page now, so it seems that while wally is the only one that communicates with us, the others may be with him??? he said barnaby told him something (was this already a thing??) and frank also?!?!?!

why do you say Eddie runs too much Wally??

howse. love that

banner shenanigans are back, or maybe its just my browser doing weird things

new friend!! oh and banners are different widths, so there's that. kitty cat is so cute!!! why is tumblr redacted?? :(

huh in this page most drawings dont have a name that is part of the conversations, just numbers and letters.

ok more banner stuff. some drawings have 'names' others dont. sneaky text !!! i dont think thats a rat Wally but A for effort

second to last page. same sneaky text, wonder if it's in the same box even.

so again same sneaky text, but now there's another almost next to it, cant read it though. not a koala Wally but cute drawing. two instances of banners misbehaving. a bunch of drawings dont have names :( (then again there is already so much put into this, why an i complaining? i have no right)

is that a reference to something or am I just tired???

might be missing two bugs??? if that's how that works (found 12)

Final thoughts (yes even more):

THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL PROYECT!!! Clown i love you !! and everyone in the team!!! there is so much new content, and you made physical things!!! and there's audios now that really bring evrything to life!!! The banners are so great! All the bugs are so colorful and fun! You rearranged so much! The pixel art is adorable!!! thank you so much for this wonderful experience, will definitely have to go through everything again just to admire it more (and of course check for more hidden little things)

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Whumptober Day 3: Isolation and Overstimulation

Disc finale bad ending AU. Studying the effects of Tommy's hypersensitivity after revival, Dream uses the fear of being alone Tommy has to be allowed to preen his wings, despite the sensory overload of revival. Warnings for hypersensitivity and sensory overload, some body horror with revival, abuse, torture, manipulation, isolation, human experimentation, and forced family dynamics.

this is inspired by the time i was having a meltdown and my dad decided the best way to comfort me was ruffling my hair. i love you dad but you’re also stupid.

ao3 link

—— Coming back to life fucking sucked.

Limbo was shitty, sure, but he’d rather stay there and sleep forever or something than go through the sheer unbridled awfulness of revival. Limbo hurt, but it was the lingering pain of death- honestly, it wasn’t even that fucking bad if Dream was in one of those rare moods he didn’t treat making Tommy’s death as prolonged and torturous as possible as the most fun game in the whole world. It was nothing compared to the sheer agony of revival.

It was indescribable, but out of the sheer boredom Tommy’s life was defined by outside of the terror of Dream’s experiments, the twisted feelings of almost-happiness when Dream forced him to pretend they were all friendly like, and the sobbing fits he went into whenever he thought of Tubbo had left him with a lot of time to find the closest description possible, solely to never tell it to Dream out of spite. Or maybe to tell it to him straight away, and be a good friend and be allowed maybe a modicum of freedom. It depended on whether he was having a normal day or one of the ones where he wished even Dream was around to spare him from the tedium and boredom of being locked in a boiling hot cell with literally nothing to do.

It was like if you were a jumper. Dying was like if you were unravelled into a mess of wool, and obviously, that hurt like shit, but once you were a pile of thread, it didn’t really get worse. But being revived? It was like if you were knitted back together, but like, by a really shitty knitter. It was like you had holes poked in you and sewn together wrong and when you were finished, you had like three arms and were full of holes, meaning you couldn’t even keep anything warm anymore, and then you just had to be a shitty jumper in pain and unable to do anything forever as you unravelled again but even worse.

It wasn’t a perfect analogy because it made it sound way too nice. It didn’t even get into how it felt like his soul had been shattered and glued together haphazardly, then sent through a fucking shredder. It didn’t get into the fainting spells or the brain fog, or when he’d spend all day curled up around the sink vomiting a pitch-black fluid that eroded at the walls and the porcelain. But it was the closest he’d managed to describing the sheer agony.

It was quick, but that felt less like a mercy and more like another torture. A sudden burst of agony without warning burned through him, one second in limbo, the next forced back into his own decaying corpse, the walls wailing and the lights blinding. The bedsheets underneath him were soft, but the bloodstains dug into him painfully, and the texture of it hurt. The taste of iron in his mouth made him feel sick, and the smell of perfume barely covering up rot stung his eyes and nose.

Involuntarily, Tommy let out a cry of pain, but the reverberations through his throat felt like a thousand tiny knives. Dream said something, probably either mocking or the fake nice thing he did when pretending they were friends, but it blurred together into an incomprehensible noisy mess. He put his hands over his ears, rocking back and forth as he curled into the tightest ball he could.

The feeling of something heavy on his head, ruffling across it and leaving behind a tingling pain wherever it touched, made him squeeze up even tighter, letting out a squeak of pain. It felt like little bugs had laid their eggs in his scalp where the pressure was, digging through his skull and his brain, painful and, above all else, uncomfortable beyond description, leaving him squirming and trying to avoid it.

“Prime, Tommy, you don’t need to act like I’m killing you, geez.” Dream’s voice was barely audible through the static of the echo against the wall, the lava sizzling, Tommy’s own laboured breath. Vaguely, he registered that he wasn’t angry. More… amused. Curious.

Dream being curious was never good.

Suddenly, a light touch poked at his wings, and despite how brief the contact was, it sent an explosion of pain through Tommy’s body, like knives through his flesh. White hot pain flashed through the delicate bones and malformed, underdeveloped flesh underneath, flashing like electricity. It was like drowning in a sea of stars, their touch burning and gnawing through him. He couldn’t breathe through the void of space in his lungs.

The noise that came from his throat wasn’t a scream; it was something more guttural, less coherent. A howling, piercing screech of agony, one that echoed off the walls in a cacophonous symphony. Something like laughter joined it too, one he vaguely recognised as Dream’s wheezing giggles. It was a horrible, overwhelming sound.

“Sorry, sorry!” Dream’s voice was barely recognisable over the dim static, even as the wall of noise faded. “I just couldn’t help myself, y’know? You’re so sensitive over your wings. It’s so funny.”

“Hurts.” Tommy barely more than mouthed the word, shivering violently. “Hurts.”

“Interesting.” Dream hummed, and Tommy flinched violently, expecting another touch, but Dream only observed. “It doesn’t always hurt if they’re touched, though, right? I mean, I saw Tubbo preening your wings when they got dirty ages ago, and you didn’t seem upset by that. I mean, your feathers are a mess. It’s bothering me.”

“I… Tubbo…” 

Just thinking of Tubbo felt through a knife through the chest, a worse pain than anything physical Dream could inflict. The screams, the rattling sound of his breath as he slipped away, the glassy-eyed look of his corpse. Tommy had tried to take the quick, decisive blow initially meant to kill him, and as punishment, while Tommy was lying on the ground clutching his shattered ribs, Dream had drawn out Tubbo’s death, made Tommy watch it the whole time.

Maybe he deserved all this, making Tubbo suffer.

“… He- he knew how to do it without it making my skin feel like it was on fuckin’ fire.” Tommy cuddled his knees, hiding his face. He wasn’t giving Dream the fucking satisfaction of seeing him tear up. “It’s- like, I make my own clothes because everything else hurts, right? And I cook my own food and stuff.” 

He left out the fact it was meant to be a thing that was a bonding experience, done between parent and child, brothers and sisters, friends so close they were practically family. Letting someone he fucking despised like Dream do it would be like letting Dream cut his hair or patch up his wounds, uncomfortable and shitty. Something he knew from experience because Dream had done those, and it was fucking awkward.

Prime, he acted like a worried mother hen around Tommy, fretting and clingy as shit, at least when he wasn’t gleefully watching him bleed out onto the obsidian. He’d more likely get the latter if he protested, and as weird as it was that Dream was acting like they were brothers or something, at least it was better than dying.

“Can you tell me how to do it, then?” Dream’s voice was sickly sweet, and he could imagine the soft smile on his face. Honey poorly hiding poison. Tommy instinctively shook his head, but Dream ignored it. “I can’t stand the mess, so either I do it now, or I leave you alone until it’s time for the next experiment and do it while you’re a corpse. Or I could just cut off your wings, but I like them, so I’d rather not.”

Tommy’s blood ran cold at the word alone. Alone was a worse pain than any blow Dream could make, any words he could weave, a million times worse. Broken bones and infected wounds didn’t fester as painfully as the all-consuming guilt and loneliness that descended on the cell when Tommy was alone. Dream was cruel, taking joy in torturing and experimenting on Tommy in the way a child played with their favourite toys. Still, he was a person, one who’d give Tommy kindness and socialisation even when no one else would, and even if the idea of the slightest brush against his feathers made him feel sick, a single second alone felt even worse.

“I- please. You can stay, just don’t leave me alone.” Tommy spoke as loudly as he could, even though it felt like a sword down his throat to do so. “Please. We- we can be friends, just, don’t go, please-“

“Alright, alright! Prime, you’re so jumpy.” There wasn’t the slightest hint of annoyance in Dream’s tone, just what might have been restrained affection. The sort you’d give a misbehaving kitten, the tones Tommy once spoke to Henry with. “Honestly, I did need to study this at some point, y’know. It’s easier if I don’t have to deal with you scratching at me.”

Tommy barely had the time to process the words before he yelped at Dream sitting behind him on the bed, gently resting his hands just close enough to Tommy’s wings that he could feel their presence pricking at him like a thousand needles. “What do I do?”

“Uh, j-just… don’t touch the actual wing? Like, I know that makes no fuckin’ sense, but I can’t feel through my feathers, it’s like hair and shit, but my actual wings are all put together wrong, and it’s- even when I haven’t just been revived and shit, fucking hurts if they’re touched at all, because the bones are all wrong.”

Dream hummed, and slowly, agonisingly slowly, he gently ran his fingers through one of the iridescent feathers on Tommy’s wings. The slight pull felt like his nerves were being plucked straight out of his skin, like he was a star dying, bursting into a supernova and burning himself. Even the warm, comforting feeling the soft touch gave, like how the memories of laughter and watching the night skies in L’Manberg felt made manifest, was overwhelming, like being drowned in a life he’d no longer ever have.

When Tommy was younger, he remembered he used to hate hugs. They were nice, for a while, but then the feeling of warmth turned to burning on his skin, itchiness where the horrible clothes people somehow managed to wear, the pressure suddenly turning suffocating. He used to bite Wilbur sometimes, like a cornered cat. Once he was better at English, he’d been able to explain why it was bad- Wilbur said something about sensory issues and tried to take him to a doctor to get something beginning with A tested out, but apparently, you get kicked out if you show the doctor your knife collection- and he’d almost forgotten he’d hated it at all. 

His mind, though, desperately trying to make sense of the pain and overstimulation, replayed the memories in his head, like a broken disc mixed in with starbursts and lights brighter than the sun. It felt like those old days, the scary days, except Dream knew what the fuck he was doing and didn’t give a shit. That feeling offered some perverse sense of comfort.

Maybe he could pretend he was ten again, and Dream was Wilbur, and everything was normal, and his pain didn’t matter, and no one knew any better.

Instead of biting at anyone, Tommy bit his tongue until he tasted blood and put on a smiling mask. That, as agonising as it was, was better than being alone.

[causenessus]

hello hello my loveliness !! happy self ship friday!!

pre relationship: 2

general: 9

love: 2

domestic life: 8

make sure to eat and take care of yourself!! <33333 i love love love you so much so take care of yourself always!! <3333333333333

self ship questions <3

I AM FINALLY CONTNUING SELF SHIP TUESDAY YIPEE!!!! HELLO MANGO ANON AAA I LOVE YOU SO SO SOS SOOSOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOOSOS MUCG <3333333 DON'T LET SUNA SEE THIS OR HE'LL GET JEALOUS BC I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON!!! MWAH KISSES FOR YOU <333

what was their first impression of each other?

my first impression of him (we met during a class our first year of high school during a stupid ice breaker where people had to walk around while music played and talk to someone near them when the music stopped) was that he was so so cool and out of my league!!! i wanted to be around him and talk to him but i was absolutely terrified to bc his eyes were so so pretty <3 he thought i was cute bc i was standing around like a lost puppy but i def kept glancing at him and he noticed <3 and he was very curious about me too! and upon our first conversation talking to each other thought i was very sweet and shy.

who gets jealous easier?

SIMPLY BC THIS ONCE AGAIN GOES BACK TO SKATER BOY™ AND WHAT I BELIEVE WERE PURPOSEFUL ATTEMPTS TO MAKE ME JEALOUS (or maybe he was just going thru it and felt a little insecure and like wanted to be liked by multiple girls or something WHTVR A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME!! THIS MAN HAS SCARRED ME SO BAD) i no longer get very jealous about my s/o's being with others anymore bc it makes me super anxious and i just immediately shove it down underneath a bunch of feelings that i think he probably does bc he knows i treat everyone with lots of love but also knows i'm very easily taken advantage of and have a hard time saying no to people so he def sticks by my side a LOT, arm around my waist telling other people to back off, and will say no for me. like if someone asks me to hang out and i don't want to? he already knows and is literally turning both of us away and gently and lovingly ushering me out <3 if i do get actually jealous, it eats away at me so i'll just stop talking less and be more nitpicky about my insecurities and basically take it all out on myself which he always notices and is quick to reassure me <3 we both just literally want the other all to ourselves and our friends are sick of us <3

what are their primary love languages?

gift giving is mine!! i love love love to buy him random things, or stop by his practices with chuupets for him every single day <3 and he can't stop me!! although we're constantly fighting over paying for each other and so he'll get back at me and buy me coffees all the time and everytime he buys me something i just end up sapping all over him bc people spending money on me and insisting on it without like me even saying anything DESTROYS ME /pos his is definitely quality time!! and like the time doesn't even have to be in person. if he's on an away game, texting, calling, or sending each other reels back in forth makes him feel just as loved and happy as when we're sitting on the couch both doing our own things but enjoying each other in silence <3 we both just like doing things around each other even if they're not the same things and we're vv tocuhy <3

who kills the bugs in the house?

MAN I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR WEEKS BC I SWEAR IDK WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY ROOM OR ME BUT I KEEP GETTING ALL THESE LITTLE LIKE MOSQUITO BUG THINGS IN MY ROOM!!! and every morning i wake up and pull back my curtains spend five minutes slamming my hand and fingers over these bugs on my window and then have to go and wash my hands and i think i've killed them all AND THEN MORE COME FROM SOMEWHERE AND BITE ME AT NIGHT!!!! I'M SO READY FOR THE WINTER I HATE BUGS and tbh those are the only ones i can kill bc they make me so mad and they're tiny and harmless against my hand!! but anything else?? cockroaches? spiders? moths? LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE?? i'm crying sobbing running away hiding under the covers yelling for him to please get it out of our house or to kill it OR SOMETHING IDC AS LONG AS IT GOES AWAY 😭 he learned very quickly i do not play with this like yk those stupid men that kill bugs and then chase u with it?? nuh uh he got an earful and tears and screaming from me the one time he tried to do that and now he knows to remove the bugs as quietly, quickly, and efficiently as possible 🙂

[cleaning-service-providers]

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Look for a guaranteed pest control service

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At Good Life Pest Control, we provide the best pest control services for your property. You must have an understanding of the grade of the substances that you are using. Pest treatment companies in the immediate area often employ low-cost pesticides that have the potential to provoke human responses, allergies, and diseases.

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Professionals like Pest control in UAE are an essential part of any firm that deals with pests. Because they will be the ones to treat your home, you should choose a company that prioritizes providing in-depth and lengthy training for its employees. Field technicians must have extensive knowledge of pests and remedies and be able to respond intelligently to questions posed by customers about these topics.

Most people in today’s society will not purchase any kind of before looking up online reviews first. If you need to get rid of bed bugs, roaches, or ants, you may use the internet to read reviews of local pest control companies. Visit a company’s website that has an excellent reputation to confirm its credentials, areas of competence, and list of Pest control in Jumeira Dubai. You won’t have trouble obtaining the necessary information when dealing with a trustworthy company.

Search for a Reliable Source

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Conclusion

I hope these suggestions on choosing our services at Good Life Pest Control were helpful. More than anything else, a rat or cockroach allowed to roam freely around a home will disrupt the peace and quiet therein. It’s possible that panic may soon set in, but taking a moment to collect yourself before moving on to the next step is essential. Read More.

[paperpeccary]

I met a small SMALL friend today after a rain storm!!

[stylistiquements]

Day 9 : Scronch'love.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.5k

𐐪𐑂 Warning : swearing

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“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, you’re so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.

“Can you share your screen?”

“I’m just picking flowers, there’s nothing much to see,” you warn but it never does the proper job.

“That’s fine, I like watching you play.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yeah. You’ve been playing for years and you’re still dog water. It's almost soothing,” you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.

You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnap’s satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how it’s supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You don’t think the garden is necessarily that good, you don’t mind either.

“Do you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?” You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"

“It’s just a detail, don’t hurt your brain too much on that,” he says in a light tone, but you disagree.

“Details are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, it’s just a detail but it makes me happy.”

“Of course I do; you’re a baby,” he murmurs teasingly.

With an arched eyebrow, you retort, “says you,” and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.

“Yeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.”

“Not sure why the piss baby thinks he’s qualified to have this conversation, buddy,” you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. “Why would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?”

“I-I’m not telling you.” As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether it’s to your phone or Sapnap, that, isn’t really clear. Still, Sapnap’s words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.

“You’re not even listening to me anymore,” Sapnap whines.

“I don’t listen to whiny babies, sorry.”

“We’re on the verge of divorce, yn and it’s your fault.”

A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, “But you still talk about me all the time, don’t you?” Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.

“So what?” He splutters all awkward like it’s some kind of confidence that shouldn’t have left his thoughts and, somehow, you’re surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. “Who said that?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re obsessed with me, admit it,” you demand and though you don’t notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like it’s suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.

“So are you.”

Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, can’t be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and it’s annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.

“Yeah, you’re living in my head rent free but at least I’m not trying to hide it.” No answer. You peek at the game, you’ve been slain by a spider. “Karl said that,” you resign yourself. “He said he was about to join the vc by the way.”

Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, that’s what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.

“Oh, I am interrupting something?” Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.

“Besties time Karl, besties time,” Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.

“Well, too bad I guess,” Karl exclaims. “It's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.”

Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption “if it fits, I sit”.

“Does that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?” You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.

“Oh god, I hope not. That’s my favorite part of the day.”

"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.

Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.

“I like your garden,” Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.

“So you can take Karl’s compliments but not mine.”

“We’re besties you’re honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,” Karl giggles and you follow along.

“Sorry Karl, there’s only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.”

He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, “You know if you asked Dream he’d probably let you on the SMP.”

“No thanks,” you grin.

“Sapnap, your girl doesn’t want to play with us.”

“She’s already been whitelisted for months now,” Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.

He’s not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dream’s stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and it’s something made of respect like yours for his career. You’d rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, that’s the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that you’ve never considered streaming before. It’s that it’s his world more than yours.

Karl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to think the same way, “This is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.”

“Lost cause, dude, lost cause,” you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.

Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."

"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.

Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.

"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."

"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."

"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...

"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.

"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.

"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"

"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"

"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."

"What?" Sapnap takes offense.

The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.

"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.

"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.

"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"

"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"

"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."

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A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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[hoedorokishoto]

MHA Characters when you are pregnant/Dads.

Dedicated to my very best friend who is having a hard time at the moment, and I thought some headcannons of dilf my hero characters would cheer her up.

Eijiro Kirishima 

The cryer.

Crys when you are having sex to get pregnant, crys when the test is positive, crys while you are vomiting in the toilet and crys when your jeans stop fitting because of your bump.

Assures you that crying is manly and sticks by that.

Fusses over you as soon as you find out, even putting foam bumpers on tables and corners so you do not hurt yourself or your growing bump.

Is so excited to tell his friends. Calling Bakugo immediately after finding out, the pee was still warm on the stick as he dialed.

Yelled into the phone with just random words that had something to do with babies. No actual sentences.

Watches in awe of your body and how it changes. Loves all the stretch marks that you may grow.

Thinks growing a human is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done. Constantly asking weird anatomy related questions.

On that note says things like, “Babe, can you believe my cum helped make this tiny human growing in your stomach!”

As your due date gets closer, watches you like a hawk. Any slight noise you make, makes him thinks it go time. Already at the door with your bags and your just like “I literally yawned.”

When you do go into labour, he is right there next to you. Holding you close as he sits behind you, holding your legs back, your head rolled back and rested against his shoulder.

“You are doing amazing baby.” “God, I fucking love you.” “You are already the best mum in the whole world.”

Crys as soon as your baby is born, crys with you as he leans his head on your shoulder and watches you and your baby have skin to skin.

You wake up to him holding your only hours old baby. Whispering to them how much he loves them and nothing bad is ever going to happen to them and that they are the best thing he has ever done.

Katsuki Bakugo 

Gloats when you tell him you are pregnant. “Of course you got pregnant the first time, I’m the best.”

Even though he leaves the room with the biggest goofiest smile on his face.

The night you both find out he starts sleeping with his arm around you and his hand firmly cradling your stomach.

Wakes up before you every morning and makes you food, then hold your hair back as you vomit said food into the toilet.

Complains to no end. But never leaves your side and rubs your back as he puts a cold washer on your forehead. Wiping vomit and spit away from your face.

“We have to tell that old hag! She has been bugging us about having a brat since our first date.” He would say even though he is beyond excited to finally tell his parents.

“I’ve never been more excited! I knew you had it in ya!” This leads to dinner being over and the two blonds yelling back and forth.

Masaru just sits next to you and offers you some tea as his wife and son bicker. Both of you used to it by now.

You tell all his friends eventually. “Congratulation Kacchan!” “Shut up Deku, don’t talk too loud around my unborn child. I don’t want them to catch being a loser!” Even though you see the small hug he accepts out of the corner of your eye.  

Keep his phone close to him regardless of what he is doing. Does not want to miss any videos or picture you might send of you bump. Or in case something happens.

Always brings home snacks that you crave. From gummy bears to celery. You name it he buys it. Again he complains and pretends you annoy him but he would do absolutely anything for you.

Wakes you up unintentionally in the middle of the night by spontaneously putting baby furniture together. Pre parental panic finally hitting him as he hammers different pieces of wood together.

“Tsuki? Are you gonna come to bed?”

“I can’t! I’ve got to get this together and then I’ve got to fireproof everything in case the kid gets my quirk and then……”

“Fireproof? You think it’s just gonna blast its way out of me and already have a quirk?” You laughed.

He smiles, finally calming down. Then gets mad again and says not to make fun of him.

Your due date finally comes and still nothing. Even after eating multiple pineapples, bouncing on many exercise balls and having as much sex as you could manage there was still no baby.

10 days later your water breaks and you rush to the hospital.

The baby getting stuck on the way down. Being as stubborn as their father.

You had to be rushed for a C-section. Katsuki never leaving your side. Refusing to go anywhere even as they prepped you.

He looks very good in scrubs. 

He stroked your face as he sat next to your head, the large curtain covering anything too gory from both of you.

Flinches when he hears the first cry, looks into your eyes and presses his forehead against yours.

“You did it Teddy bear. You are so fucking tough.”

Let’s a tear slip as he watches the baby get weighted.

Cuts the cord and watched the tiny little human you have made in awe.

He always though he was born to be a hero. Now he thinks he was put here to do this, be the best dad that he can be for his little brat.  

Shota Aizawa 

Being a dad falls into his lap accidently both times.

First with Eri and second with your 2-year-old daughter.

You met in the girl’s section of a clothing store, him holding up 2 equally as ugly sweaters and looking very confused.

You and your daughter walked up to him and offered him a hand and the rest is history.

Doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have 3 girls that he adores more than anyone else.

Can’t comprehend that anyone would want to treat you or your daughter badly and makes it his mission to treat you right every single day, so you forget all about the past.

Activates his quirk, his hair floating around his face and watches your daughter yell and laugh as she runs around and gets caught up in his capture scarf, Shota just catching her before she hits the floor.

Let’s both the girl’s braid and put bows in his long hair and blush on his cheeks.

You have photos but have been threatened that if anyone sees them, he will have to take drastic action.

Loves watching Eri and your daughter play together. Singing songs and hugging each other as you dance around the living room.

Takes the girls to U.A. to meet his students. All the students cooing over them, saying how cute they are. Midoriya making both of them candy apples as Mirio picks you both up and puts you on his shoulders.

You both fit it. It’s like you were the missing piece and now he is whole.

Starts to think that maybe it’s a good time to give the girls a sibling.

You agree but, in the meantime, you adopt 2 cats, both of them making themselves at home rather quickly.

Shota will forever be thankful that he picked up those 2 ugly sweaters as he looks at his bed which is currently occupied by his 2 daughters, 2 cats and you. Lightly snoring, small hand over your swollen stomach.

[prettynxsty]

Salinity I

Sub!Namjoon x Domme!Reader

Warnings: Pussy spanking, Futa/Girlcock, did I mention Joon has a pussy?, cunnilingus, mentions of nipple play, size kink (small top/ big bottom), mentions of spit and sweat.

Summary: This is a product of my horrible imagination as a 2 part impulse piece. Sometimes you just need a good romp in the comfort of your home.

Namjoon only ever took breaks when his brain needed a cooldown. You’d both been so busy that you didn’t have any time to creep up and ravish him like some cunning predator.

His worries of him being too big for you to mount him subsided after your first few times together. Now you were committed to each other for 3 years.

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He remembers exactly how your fingers dug into his bigger hips when you ground him along your bulge. He was the most drunk he could have ever been, rum fought his inhibitions and won.

You stepped to the rhythm, locking onto him as you stalked forward. You were beyond the ability to hear the music in the club anymore, the rest of your senses were in overdrive. You move behind him, wrapping your arms around his stomach.

He molds back against you, glancing over his shoulder to greet his new partner. Your thumb brushes over a sliver of his stomach as you guide his waist in a manner that was iniquitous to everything outside of you. Namjoon tilts his hips forward, pressing more of his ass against you.

His lids flutter shut, the rosy brown shading his outer corner was beginning to mix with the ash brown framing the corner of his eye. You felt as if you reached a new echelon of consciousness. Your clothes stuck to your bodies in a way that was disgusting, you’d only realize it when the lure of the party drained out of your stomachs.

You lean in and kiss his jaw, his sweat mingles with the pitiful remains of your unflavored lip balm. Your tongue pushes past your lips, dragging from the corner of his jaw to the bottom of his chin. Acridity, salinity, it rolls over the center of your tongue in a way that makes the pit of your stomach tingle.

He sighed hotly, you could almost see his breath become condensation. The air conditioner works triply as it would in any other establishment, but the amalgamation of bodies exchange energy and heat at a rate so rapid that it couldn’t keep up.

You don’t know how long you danced with him, you end back up in the booth that you rented with your friends. This was the fusion of the growing heat between you, it was now nuclear. You kissed him, pulling him forward until he was forced to drop himself onto your lap.

His anxieties began to manifest, planting a hand on the table to move. But you placed your hand on his, gazing up into his eyes. You always seemed to have a cerebral connection.

He’s okay.

His subconscious echoes. His unease is unable to direct his mind to mirror it, dissipating under your all consuming fire.

_

He sucks in a small breath, quickly shaking the thought from his head. He reaches for the remote at his side on the nightstand, busying himself with finding a channel that could be interesting while simultaneously serving as good background noise should his thoughts consume him.

You toed off your rubber sandals at the entryway, shuffling into your home. You held a few plastic bags from the store, it felt good to feel the spring sun and wind. There wasn’t a pill you could take to fulfill the need to go outside, so it felt good to get out when you were granted the chance.

You and Namjoon were both in agreement that clutter contributed to toppling stress and frustration. So you put everything away in the pantry and store the remaining bags under the sink in the ever growing collection of liners for the smaller waste bins around the home.

You dig around in your sweat shorts and fish out your keys and phone as you enter the room. “What are you watching?”

“Friends.”

“Man,” you shook your head as you neatly placed your keys in the tray on the bureau. You set your phone beside it before you move across the room to climb onto the bed. “I just know there are better things to watch at this time.”

Daytime TV was strange unless you were a child. Everyone else was too busy to watch until the afternoon, older people were clearly the target audience of a lot of these channels. Other stations seemed to simply recycle runs of their longer standing and obscure shows through the midday until the afternoon.

“We pay for cable and don’t use it enough, babe. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” His lips curve into an amused smile towards the end, spreading his arms as a nonverbal request for your touch.

“It’s not a bad thing you’re vegging out, you’re always using that brain.” You carefully crawl over the dark gray comforter, throwing your leg over his hip and lay over his chest. You greet him completely, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him.

The same bug seems to have bitten you, because you birth the sudden thought that you could kill some time by doing something else entirely. Your loose shorts did nothing to hold your dick in place regardless of what undergarments you wore. Your dick rests against his lower belly. Something shameless crawls up your spine, imagining his shirt hiked up to his collarbone as you helped yourself to his pretty pink nipples.

He casts a short glance down at you, the tips of his ears beginning to burn. He was well aware that you knew your dick jumped for a beat.

You purse your lips together, debating whether you should truly engage in molesting your relaxing boyfriend. Your mind travels back to your agreement that the both of you made. He would have let you know he absolutely wasn’t in the mood when you entered the room.

Your lips lift with a stupid grin as you move your arms from his embrace, scooting backward until you reach his ankles. You lean forward, digging your fingers under the waistband of his tiny black shorts and begin to work them down.

“What are you doing?” He questions you, lifting his hips for you to take them down the rest of the way. He only ever wore those tiny shorts at home, they might as well have been a pair of panties

“Don’t worry about it, keep watching.” You nudge his legs further apart, laying between them and hook his knees over your shoulders.

He covers his face with a hand, seeing you below him shouldn’t have made his stomach flutter like he held hands with a first love.

“You don’t know how much I think about eating this fat fucking pussy all the time.” You kiss the apex of his plush mound. His outer lips are just as gorgeously tanned as the rest of his latte colored skin, plump and warm from being nestled between his softened thighs.

The heat of his cunt warms your cheeks as you lean in to greet his clit first. His big brown thighs squeeze your ears with a shuddering moan from above you. You suck on the fleshy hood surrounding it with a wet noise, smacking your lips as you release it. You repeat this action in an irregular pattern, which is torturous to him.

You purse your lips, spitting a few stringy globules over his pussy lips before diving in to feast on the rest of him. His velvety inner lips swell with blood as you flick your tongue over them and suck on them hungrily. He curses through gritted teeth when you drag your tongue in between his thick petals, sweeping his nectar away like a greedy dog.

The remote in his hand creaks in his tightening grip, he would never get tired of when you had your way with him. You didn’t squeeze your tongue inside of him, you liked to save your favorite part for the very end.

He hadn’t even felt you shift one of your hands from his thighs, his eyes were closed from the bliss washing over him in waves. Suddenly it felt like the breath was knocked out of his lungs, his stomach tightening and releasing.

You spank your hand over his mouth, your middle finger rebounding from his clit. He could only sigh hotly, trying to catch ahold of his breath before you did it again. The sting made his thighs tremble, he was starting to lose control.

You angled your hand, smacking your hand straight over his fat, swollen folds. He cried out, throwing his head back. You lean in to nurse the sting, grinding your tongue over his spongy little love button.

“Please,” he began to babble. He was closer and closer to falling apart.

Smack.

“Oh god.” He pants, thrashing his head to the right as you dug the thick of your tongue against his clit again. The sting of the slaps began to spread his inner thighs, causing them to tremble even more.

“You’re going to break me, please!” Namjoon’s voice was high and tight, a sob. A world away from his rich baritone.

You gently pinch around the hood of his clit and frantically massage it back and forth as you lap away at his pussylips.

He loses his breath, seizing up as he came. You lap away his milky drips of cream, slowing the furious movement of your hand. Eventually when you feel that you’ve lapped away what he’d be able to give you, you run a soothing hand over his thigh as you pull away.

“Ready to keep going, Joonie?”

He takes in slow, deep breaths to calm his heart before responding with a nod.

[aka-indulgence]

I was a bit sad and I had an idea with Kraken Sans so....... here it is /w\

Hurt/comfort, reader feels lonely and usually tries to hide it, etc. etc.... giant sea monster man comes to comfort.

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There were many reasons you went to the cliff by the sea, with it’s huge waves crashing onto its craggy side.

There were times when you came with friends to go down to the beach. There were times when you came just to enjoy the view (the sunsets were especially breathtaking).

And then there were times where you came when you weren’t feeling so great and just needed to go somewhere.

That was the case right now.

You lean against the railing, the only barrier stopping you from falling down. Looking down always made you dizzy during the day, but during the night, all was dark; nothing but shadows below you, with the occasional glimmer of the waves, or a bit of sea foam whenever the sea struck the rocky face.

Your eyes shimmer as they look up at the stars. Out here, far away from artificial lights, they were clear to see, twinkling wherever you looked at the sky. The wind was blowing in your hair, sweeping your tear-stained cheeks.

You hadn’t even noticed you were crying.

“S… stupid…” you mutter, wiping away the infuriating drops away from your face, even as they keep springing from your eyes.

W… what were you supposed to do when you felt lonely? It wasn’t like you could just… swim over to the main island just like that. Even if you got on a ship, you’d only be there temporarily before you had to go back, and you weren’t exactly made of money to go every day.

You were here to work, and you get visited sometimes, and that’s nice…

But there are times when you really just… wanted someone to be with you, on this relatively tiny piece of land.

“G-get it together… stop… crying already…” you sniffled, frowning in dismay as more kept flowing out of your eyes. You pressed your hand to them, closing your eyes, your body shaking as a silent sob wreaked through it. Your tears ran down your elbow, falling to the waves below.

A few more moments of that gnawing, painful feelings of loneliness, and you took a deep breath, folding your arms on top of the railing. You took in the salty air, letting it slowly fill your chest before exhaling it out. The tears hadn’t stopped, but you’re sure you wouldn’t feel like you were stuck in a lobster cage anymore when you went back to the bungalow you stayed in.

… Maybe… just a few more moments out here. At least until I’m really calm. You thought, waiting for yourself to stop crying, just breathing in, and out.

The sound of the waves and the winds were relaxing, unwinding your muscles. It was quiet and loud at the same time, in a way that you enjoyed.

You were sighing when all of a sudden you a hear a much louder, big splash, waters below you being disturbed, as if something big had come near the shore.

… Or more accurately, like something big had come out of the water.

You watch with wide eyes as a giant skeleton?!?!? Rose out of the waves, with something dark and gleaming rolling about, parting and making waves around it. You squeak when a massive hand lands right beside you, crushing the and bending railing like it was made out of thin wires. You were completely frozen when a skull much bigger than your entire body appeared behind the cliff, and huge lantern-eyes stared down at you.

They both shone white, but there were little changes in its brightness, as if it was a floating ball of liquid sloshing around an invisible container. In a weird way, it reminded you of the sea itself, with globs moving back and forth in those huge glowing spheres.

It only took a few more moments of staring into this giant’s eyes (eyelights?) before you noticed the predicament that you’re in, and fear settled in as your utter shock started to bleed away.

A- A kraken?!!

You assumed as much, those long tendril like objects that were slopping around this creature must’ve been its tentacles.

You started taking a step back.

W… what’s a kraken doing here? W-was he here to eat you??!

Maybe it was the step, or maybe it was the pure terror that was on your face, but suddenly the huge beast reacted. His face contorted into a look of sadness and worry, and the huge interlocking sharp teeth that made his mouth parted in the slightest. He let out an impossibly deep rumbling sound that practically quaked the ground and shook your entire body. The sound stops you in your tracks, trying to stop yourself from losing your footing.

He made another, slightly higher sound that reminded you of whale songs, the hand on the cliff shifting against the ground, his fingers gently curling behind you. The paranoid side of you thought for a second that he was trying to block your escape route, but he didn’t try to grab you or squash you; just making a (protective?) curl around you.

Your hammering heart started to slow down as you realized this giant of the deep doesn’t seem to mean you any harm. But if he didn’t, then… why was he here?

“H… hello?” you greet(?) him tentatively, rubbing your hands together, both fidgeting and keeping them warm.

Your voice seems to have delighted him, as his furrowed brows raised a little and he looked like he was smiling.

Did… did he even understand…?

A series of clicking sound filled the air from somewhere in his throat (you’d wonder how, but you were staring at a giant skeleton-kraken monster). Somehow, it sounded happy to you, light and playful.

He brought his skull closer to the cliff, trying to get a closer look at you. Something about his gaze made you blush, and you hug your hands a little.

“…. (y/n)….” He rumbled again, and after bracing yourself against the deep sound, you perk a little when you realize he not only spoke, but he also said your name.

“H-??” you breathe, “How did you know my name??”

The monster seemed to process your question slowly, blinking once.

“like…. (y/n)….”

At that, the beast’s mouth definitely turned into a smile, and you hear the waves churning under him as he seems to get excited, his sockets crinkling. His tentacles must’ve hit the cliff, because you feel a minute shaking in the ground.

“Like me…?” you echo, and the giant nods as fast as his body allowed, making what you guess is a happy little trill in response.

You let out a sigh. He doesn’t seem especially dangerous at the moment, though you are aware of how easily it’d be for him to squash you like a bug.

His eyes seem to shine brighter when they look at you, and the movements below him slow down.

“How did you…” you start to say, but you’re not sure how much you want to know about apparently having a giant deep-sea admirer, and the fact that you never noticed he was even there. So instead you ask, “Well, who are you… Mr. Sea monster? Do you have a name?”

He didn’t take as long to answer that.

“sans….” he tells you. Then, “have… sea name…”

He demonstrates his other name by making a series of rumble and clicks that you don’t understand, but you assume must mean a whole lot in… ‘Sea language’.

You giggle at this apparent-gentle giant, smiling at him. “Oh ok! So, Sans, or…” you try to mimic whatever sounds Sans had made and apparently made him chuckle (new languages are hard!), “why are you up here?”

Sans’ grin falls a bit, and his eyes looked… sad? His other hand rises over the cliff, around your level, and he points at you.

Or more specifically, your face.

You furrow your brows a little. For you? Was this the time he chose to introduce himself to you?

“H-huh?” was all that came out of your mouth, looking from his pointed finger (it was pretty much as big as you!) to his face.

When it’s clear to him that you didn’t understand, he brings his hand close to you. So much closer that he was going to touch you. You held your breath a little, concerned as to what he’s about to do, and then-

Poke.

You felt a firm, yet light touch on your face. His finger was on your cheek.

“Wh…?”

“… water…” Sans rumbles. “from… your face…”

… Oh. Your tears. You still had tear tracks on your face, and you found you even still had some left when you blinked, another one falling down your face.

“O-oh, these?” your face reddened a little in embarrassment and you wiped the remaining drops away. “Th-they… it’s… nothing to worry about.”

Sans actually frowns, and his brows dip between his sockets.

“… sad.”

Your heart sinks in your chest.

You were used to hiding your hurt from others. You were used to drying your tears and smiling for others when they came around the corner. As much as you hated having to just take and endure it, you wouldn’t know how to face others if they tried to look closer.

… And yet…

Just one word from this monster that just appeared himself to you… just brought down any sort of walls you were unconsciously trying to build.

It was so genuine, like…

Like he was speaking to your soul.

A new wave of tears welled up in your eyes, and you let them spill. No use hiding it when it feels like he could see right through you.

“Y-yeah. I was… I’m… sad.” You say in defeat, slouching in front of him. His pointing hand shifted around you, and blink through wet eyes, seeing him cup his hand around you, and his giant thumb gently press against your cheek, as if he was trying to wipe them away.

His hand was warm. It felt like… he was hugging you, the closest thing he could do to hug you, and you slump into his palm. You hug the thumb that was on your face and started to sob against the giant bone, shaking and shivering a little. Just… having someone with you… it opened the floodgates, again.

“I-I just…” you tremor, “I-I just feel so lonely s-sometimes…”

It wasn’t if you couldn’t speak to your friends, you could. But the distance was wearing on you, and you weren’t quite as close to your colleagues, and you just…

You just wanted someone to…

…

You wrap your arms around his thumb and rub your face against it, finding yourself comforted instead of afraid when his fingers curl further around you.

Lulling, empathetic songs sounded from the great monster, slowly getting lower in pitch before it raised back up to do it all over again. With practically no pressure, he rubs his thumb on your face, either to dry your tears or to pet you.

… Slowly, you let your trembling fingers go of his giant one, and Sans seems to sense that you’re pulling away, because he pulls his fingers away from you to let you stand. You hold onto the tip of his thumb and rub your sleeve against your face, sniffing.

“Th… thanks Sans.” was all you manage to eke out, unsure of what else to say.

Sans croons, bringing his hand back to press behind you, radiating heat and keeping you warm and safe from the slightly chilly night.

You feel slightly awkward in the silence, not sure what you’re supposed to say to a giant kraken monster after you just cried all over his hand.

You suppose, “I… I should go back. T-to my house,” you stammer, breath still interrupted by the occasional hiccup.

Sans’ calm and almost sleepy face suddenly looked distressed, looking at you like you just threatened him. Sad, weeping sounds came out of him, his fingers starting to close in around you.

Apparently, he didn’t want to say goodbye.

“W-wait! Don’t worry! We can always meet again!” you held your hand out against him, almost reassuring him while you were panicked. “I can come see you again here, tomorrow night, if you’d like?”

The wibbling and calls of despair he was making got quieter, and when you look back you realize both his hands were coming up behind you, like they were about to scoop you up and take you away. At your offer, Sans looked mildly placated, looking at you hopefully.

“tomorrow…” he echoes, “… promise…?”

Ah… maybe…

Maybe you weren’t the only one here who was lonely.

“I promise, Sans.”

You add, “You were good company. I’d like to meet you again tomorrow.”

He takes another moment to process your words before his smile was back on his face, wider than before. A series of rumbles came from him in waves, like… like a chuckle. He pulled his hands away from you, giving you your way back to the bungalow.

“tomorrow.” he says, almost in a sing-song voice, “(y/n). tomorrow.”

“That’s right,” you smiled at him, as you turned inland. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sans!”

“(y/n). tomorrow. (y/n). (y/n).”

You could faintly hear his voice as you walked back, with a little spring to your step. At the moment you had promised to see him tomorrow to stop him from possibly taking you away, but you really did like Sans. And you did want to see him again.

If you looked behind, maybe you could’ve seen those two huge lights, watching you walk back home.

[laceandhockeyskates]

As friends ft. Quinn Hughes

Summary: 4 times that Quinn has you do something as friends + 1 time when it’s more.

Request: Absolutely none. Once again this is one that has been bugging me while I’m working.

A/N: This concept came to while I was in the middle of my shift. It started as Quinn asking a friend on a really adorable date, and it kind of just exploded and became this. It was originally suppose to be like..... a third of this length and somehow ended up as a 4+1

Warnings:

Word count: 5.8k

It had been a crisp October morning when you first met the rowdy group of hockey players at a charity event. They had come through and caught everyone’s attention with their loud laughter, and their general personalities. Somehow you had been roped into spending your day more or less babysitting the likes of Brock Boeser, Elias Pettersson, and Quinn Hughes. During those hours of rushing around and the chirps flowing back and forth a friendship had begun to form.

Over the following months your apartment became a hub of hockey players whenever there was a day off. They all swore that your tiny apartment had felt more like home than there own places, and that you made the best food which apparently was a lethal combination to you ever getting any alone time. You didn’t mind though. There was something about the way they filled your life that made it feel complete. 

It wasn’t just cozy nights in, but they were dragging you to their games and for a night out at the bar. Soon enough you found yourself a part of the entire group. It wasn’t just Brock, Elias, and Quinn but now the rest of the team and the girls had taken you in. You were spending almost as much time with Holly and the other WAGs as you were your favorite boys. There were days though that you forgot you were just a friend, and the life you were getting to live wasn’t truly yours. Eventually the boys would find girlfriends and you would start being invited less and less. Until that happened though you were going to take what you could.

----- i -----

The boys had been whispering about a charity event for weeks now knowing that it was important. Whenever it was brought up your heart tugged a little more for them considering how important doing something good for the community was to them. There was something special about the boys and how much they loved your city.

“So Brock finally found a girl to drag to the charity event,” Elias tenderly nudged his best friend as you returned to your living room with a bowl of popcorn as you took your seat beside Quinn again.

“Oh?” you asked them raising your eyebrows, “Should I be afraid you guys are replacing me as your favorite girl?”

Quinn had reached over grabbing a handful of the popcorn when Brock had opened his mouth. “I don’t think Huggy could ever replace you. So you don’t have to worry about that at least.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you glanced over at the boy in question who seemed to be glaring daggers at your mutual friend, but you knew that eventually you would be replaced even by him. 

“That’s okay. I’m sure whichever girl you two replace me with will end up being my best friend when they realize they have to deal with you two,” you teased as you dropped your head on Quinn’s shoulder listening to the laughter that you managed to pull from him. 

You wouldn’t admit to anyone, but Quinn was your favorite.

A few hours had passed since all of the jabs had been thrown away, and the boys were absorbed in whatever movie Elias had settled on finally. You excused yourself quietly from where you had been settled on the couch pressed against Quinn’s side in order to get yourself a fresh drink. 

What you hadn’t noticed was the defenseman also standing up and following you to the kitchen watching your every move as you refilled your glass before took notice of his presence. You shook your head mostly to yourself as you looked over at him again, “Did you want some water too?” You asked him quietly as you raised your eyebrows.

“No, I actually had a question for you though,” he admitted as he awkwardly leaned against the counter across from you as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. 

You decided to cross the small space and lean beside him as you looked up at your friend worried about him. “What is it?” You asked him curiously as you brought your glass to your lips taking a small sip.

“So I uh- I know you probably have plans for that weekend, but I was wanting to see if you would you know---come with me to the charity event? As friends?” He stammered out as he looked down at his feet unable to meet your gaze.

If he had he would have seen the wide smile that spread across your lips. Of course there was some disappointment in the friends comment, but you knew that you would have a lot of fun being on his arm. “Of course I would love to go with you, Quinn.”

The smile that he had returned when he looked up at you was worth any heart break you would have just being his friend.

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You knew that there was no reason for the butterflies attacking your stomach. Quinn had always made it quite clear you were nothing but his friend, but that never seemed to calm them. Your eyes ran over your own figure once last time as you took in the simple black dress that you settled on for the charity event. You had decided the more simple you went, the more Quinn could stand out and tonight was about him after all. 

Before your own mind could rope you into a spiral there was a knock on your front door pulling you out of your thoughts as you reached for your clutch and moved to pull open the door. You felt the way your stomach dropped while you watched Quinn let out a low whistle taking in the deep plunge of your dress and the high slit up your leg. 

“I don’t think anyone is going to notice I’m even there when you look that beautiful, Y/N,” Quinn reached for your hand placing a delicate kiss along your knuckles before pulling you out of the apartment and to his side.

The ride to the venue had been a comfortable silence between the two of you while you listened to the radio, but the quiet changed when you walked into the hall. It didn’t take any time before you found yourself roped into hugs and high fives with your friends. 

“Okay hotness,” You heard Holly joking from behind you before she pulled you into a quick hug herself, “I might have to upgrade tonight if Bo doesn’t behave himself!”

Her words had you laughing brightly as you looked back over towards her husband where he was standing with Quinn. Everyone in your lives knew just how smitten the two of you were with each other, but making the two of you see it yourselves was another story.

The evening flew by with Quinn’s hand nearly constantly on the small of your back keeping you close to him while he talked to the big wigs and front office people. It was interesting to watch him seemingly in his element with you at his side when usually he was far more nervous. 

It made you happy though to see him be so confident in himself the way he deserved to be. You knew more often than not that he tended to get into his own head and not see the man you, and everyone around you, saw.

It was getting late and the room was certainly thinning out when Quinn pulled you fully into his arms resting them tightly against your waist. “I was thinking we can ditch this place and maybe do a movie night? There’s a new one I wanted to see if you’re interested?”

You moved to wrap your own arms over his shoulders responding with a bright smile, “A movie night with just my favorite guy? I think I could handle that.” The words had passed your lips in a slur. Perhaps you had one or two too many drinks but Quinn just shook his head. He didn’t mind if you let loose if it meant you had fun.

It didn’t take long for Quinn to sweep you into your own apartment while you were giggling. You knew you had to get it together long enough to at least put your own pajamas on. You found yourself standing in the middle of your room trying to unzip your own dress.

Which was how Quinn found you once he had changed into a pair of sweats and a tee shirt he kept stashed in the spare bedroom for late nights that tended to turn into early mornings. “Do you need any help with that?” He asked you curiously as he leaned against the doorframe watching you.

You pouted as you finally dropped your hands to your sides, “It hates me. This dress is never ever coming off, Quinn. I’m going to have to live my entire life in this dress!” You exclaimed dramatically while you watched your best friend shove off from where he was and cross the room to you.

“Not that it would be the worst fate for the rest of us if you’re stuck wearing that dress, but I can rescue you,” he assured you as he slowly reached for the zipper tugging it down until it came to it’s resting stop. “There you go, beautiful.”

You watched in disappointment as he stepped out of your room to go to the living room to wait for you. You couldn’t focus on your own feelings though as you moved to change into a comfortable pair of pajamas before taking your make up off before joining Quinn on your couch.

You dropped your head to his chest as you settled in enjoying the feeling of him covering you with a blanket you always kept on the couch. “What movie did you settle on?” You asked him quietly not bothering to look at the screen. 

“Beauty and the Beast,” Quinn admitted running his hand through your hair as you finally turned your attention. You knew that he had decided on that movie specifically for you. It may not be your favorite movie, but it certainly was a top contender. 

You knew that you wouldn’t last too long, but before you knew it you were asleep in his arms. While it certainly wasn’t the first time that you fell asleep in Quinn’s arms. It was your favorite place to be and it never got old. 

When the morning came you found yourself carefully tucked into your bed with a note left on your nightstand to text your best friend when you actually were up for the day. 

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Months had passed since the charity event with nothing changing in your life. More often than not your favorite troublemakers were filling your living room still. Whether it was another movie night or the boys playing video games; they made sure you never felt like you were missing anything. 

Even they couldn’t hold off on the inevitable though. Eventually summer would come and the boys would be back home with their families leaving you alone in Vancouver until they’d return for training season. You tried to be excited for the boys, but you weren’t looking forward to months on your own after the months on end of constantly having someone around.

If you were honest though you knew that you weren’t ready to say goodbye to Quinn even if it was only for a few months. Of course you would miss your other troublemakers too. Brock always knew just to have you laughing, and Elias always knew when you needed a quiet moment away from everyone. But neither of them compared to Quinn. 

You were trying to enjoy the playoffs with the boys, and really whenever you blocked out the idea of being alone it wasn’t too difficult to actually have fun. You found yourself taking your typical spot for the warm ups near the ice beside Holly. “Nice jersey,” she teased glancing over at you with a warm smile.

You brushed it off with your own smile knowing that Quinn tended to enjoy whenever you wore the jersey to his games calling it his good luck charm. You knew that it never meant anything considering he probably would say it to any friend that he had it just so happened any friends he had in Vancouver besides you was on his team.

The Canucks went up 1-0 in their series that night, and Holly wasn’t hearing any of the protests that you tried to voice as she drug you through the tunnel. You knew that it would lead to the locker room where the rest of the WAGs and family were waiting to see their players, but you also knew that deep down it wasn’t where you belonged. If you even dared to voice that thought though you knew that you would have an entire hockey team hell bent on proving you wrong so you kept it to yourself. 

You were leaning against the brick wall watching as the team started to slowly come out. “Y/N!” Brock yelled as he came over swooping you up into his arms as he spun you around earning a warm laugh while doing so. 

Once you found yourself on solid ground again everything else melted away. You were there celebrating your friends’ win and nothing else mattered. A much quieter, “Hey” came from behind you causing you to spin around to face the person who had spoken up.

“Quinn!” you exclaimed moving to hug him tightly not noticing the jacket that was fisted in his hand as his arms came around you to hug you just as tightly. You didn’t miss the way he had held you there for an extra moment before the two of you had broke apart.

Quinn had started to say something when Brock came up swinging an arm to rest on the defenseman’s shoulders with a mischievous smile as he looked between the two of you. Quickly Quinn had shut down as you raised your eyebrows in Brock’s direction. 

“So what do you have there in your hands, buddy?” he asked curiously his full attention on the nervous brunette instead of on you. That was when you finally noticed the jacket in his hands and felt your own heart squeeze. You would know a WAG jacket anywhere considering the crowd that you ran with, but it didn’t make any sense. You would have known if Quinn had started to see someone, and they were reserved for just the wives and girlfriends. 

You watched as Quinn suddenly couldn’t meet your gaze while a flush of color raised to his cheeks. “I was just---I mean I know,” he slowly stammered out clearly full of nerves, “It’s just you spend your time at games with the wives and girlfriends--I just didn’t want you to feel left out. So I had them make a jacket for you to wear--as my friend,” he finally managed.

As his friend. You felt your heart sink at those specific words that he made sure to add so that you couldn’t even be given the hope that it could be more. You did your best though to keep the hurt from your face but when your gaze flicked to Brock who was thankfully the only one there to hear your heart being twisted. He shook his head though at the words knowing what an idiot the two of you were if only you would see it. 

You did your best to snap out of it though as you took the jacket from him with the best cheerful smile you could fake. “Of course I’ll wear it, Quinny. As your best friend.”

What you didn’t know though was hearing you call yourself just his best friend was twisting at his own heart too. It was a dangerous game he was playing with his own heart, but he wanted to take anything that you would give him.

----iii----

It wasn’t the boys’ year to lift Lord Stanley. They had a couple of good wins, and a lot of close ones, but it hadn’t been enough to move past the second round that year. Elias was the first one to leave claiming that he was in dire need to see his family had been more than fair. Brock wasn’t too far behind him which left you and Quinn alone in the city for a few days without your friends hanging around. 

The first day had been spent on the water front enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air on your skin while you walked around. The second day had been spent packing what he needed to head to his parents’ lake house. Now it was the day before he took off and you had locked yourselves away in your apartment curled up together on the couch while you binge watched whatever show Quinn had turned on. You found yourself tucked tightly in his side as you tuned out the show feeling anxious about what tomorrow would bring.

You were sure that he was able to read that something was off about you, but he didn’t mention it seemingly content in just being there with you. You didn’t realize though that he was just as anxious as you were. He wasn’t ready to be away from you for months when he barely got through being away on a roadie. Which was why he had asked his parents if he could bring you, but he knew that you had your own family and your own life to live in Vancouver. He couldn’t just whisk you off for a summer on the lake with his family. Even if it was where he thought you were meant to be.

You felt the way that he tangled his hand in your hair as he shifted in order to be able to look down at you. “You should come with me to the lake house, Y/N. At least for a week. My parents were asking to see you again. I know you have your own thing going on here, but I--I’d like it if you were there. You’re my best friend after all.”

“Quinn,” you stated as you adjusted in order to prop yourself up on your elbow to be leaning over him with a smile as you studied his face, “Are you trying to say you don’t want to be without your best friend even for a little bit?” You asked him knowing that your own parents were spending the summer with your grandparents in Seattle. 

“I haven’t been without you since October,” he grumbled mostly to himself as his hand dropped to your shoulder. “But I think you would have fun with us. I’m sure your family will want to steal you away though now that classes are over too.”

“Actually my plans for the summer were to sulk around the city missing my favorite boys. So if your mom really won’t be put out by having another mouth to feed I think I can squeeze in some Hughes brothers time.” You already knew the answer though knowing that his mom would have personally dragged you onto the plane herself. 

You had met his parents a few times when they had visited during the season, and even had the chance to meet both Luke and Jack. You adored each member of the Hughes family considering you saw so much of the man you loved in each of them, so spending your summer surrounded by them certainly wasn’t going to be putting you out in any way. You also knew that each member of the Hughes family would be over the moon to have you there. Mostly Jack and Luke loved having any reason to pick on their older brother, but his mom enjoyed seeing her son happy. If you only knew the conversations they had about you.

You loved hearing Quinn’s laughter. It was something you often had to fight for, but whenever you were rewarded with it your heart went soaring. “It’s actually adorable that you think my mom wouldn’t choose having you there over me.”

A few days later you found yourself sitting on the dock in a wooden Adirondack chair soaking in the sun with Quinn’s mom while the boys were along the shoreline each with a fishing pole in hand. You couldn’t hear their conversation but every once in awhile one of them would start laughing. There was something about watching Quinn enjoy some bonding time with his brothers that wedged it’s way into your heart.

“I’ve never seen him so happy,” his mother’s voice pulled you from your own thoughts as you looked away from where your eyes had been settled unsurprisingly on an all too familiar defenseman. “I’m glad you came. I know it means a lot to him.”

“I’m just happy to spend the summer with you all. I was preparing for a very lonely few months in Vancouver,” you admitted even though you knew the moment he learned that was your entire plan he would have figured something out. You were just happy with how things were now.

Ellen leaned forward in her chair as she smiled warmly, “He would have never allowed that to happen. You’re the most important person in his life, and I’m just lucky I have two other mama boy’s now so I’m not completely replaced.” She was joking considering how much it warmed her heart for him to have you.

“I’m sure we will both be replaced eventually when the right girl comes along we will both be replaced. Hopefully she’ll be good enough for him,” you mused quietly. You knew though that no girl would ever be good enough for him.

You completely missed the way she was looking at you. You both could say that everything you did was just as friends, but she knew better if only you two would see it.

----iv----

The summer had flown past you in a blur of sun filled days, and before you knew it you and Quinn had returned to Vancouver just in time for your next semester and his training camp to start. Despite every concern you had the previous spring you and your friends had fallen back to your old routines. Your apartment was still the place to be when they needed comfort, and they drug you out whenever they thought school was consuming you more than normal.

There had been a change though. Quinn had somehow become even more physically attached to you than he had before the summer on the lake. You weren’t sure how it was possible, but he managed it somehow. His hand always seemed to find it’s way just under whatever shirt you were wearing to rest against the skin on your waist, or rest on your bare ankle whenever your feet were in his lap. It was as if he needed the skin on skin contact.

All too soon October was upon you with the crisp chill air and the leaves falling from the trees. Personally you never found Vancouver more beautiful than you did when autumn hit. Between the hockey schedule and your own classes it wasn’t always easy to find a full day off, but they had a Friday off and you had all agreed that you needed a night out to let loose.

You had settled on a simple black body suit with a pair of leather pants. You weren’t aiming to find someone to take home when you got dressed, but you knew that at least you looked good if Brock’s teasing wolf whistle or Elias’ spinning you around was any indication. 

The bar top was full making it nearly impossible to get the attention of the bartender on your own. That was until you felt a hand on the small of your back before flagging down someone. Of course being a popular face in Vancouver tended to make sure you weren’t ignored. Quinn didn’t spare a look your way when he placed an order for your favorite drink earning him the happiest smile from you. There was something special about the fact that he remembered what you enjoyed.

“Thank you, Quinn,” you muttered against his shoulder as you glanced up at him noting how his eyes had shifted over to you as he smiled in return. 

“Anything for you,” he murmured in return as his hands played with the ends of your hair. “I actually had something to ask you anyways and getting you a drink gave me a chance.”

“Oh?” you asked him as the bartender slid your drink over to you before moving along. You knew anything that he asked you that you would do what you could in order to make it happen for him. You were wrapped around his finger in the same way he was around your own.

With his free hand he reached up in order to rub the back of his neck seemingly nervous although you couldn’t place why. “I realized that there’s only one Saturday before the end of the month that we both are free. And I was thinking maybe we could go to the pumpkin patch? Y--you know as a friend. I just---I know you love the pumpkin patch and i really wanted to go enjoy one together this year.”

It felt like your heart was warming up in your chest as you listened to. Pumpkin patches had always had a special place in your heart so it meant a lot to you that he even remembered that and wanted to go with you. “Of course. Although I do demand that you get me an apple cider while we’re there.”

“I think it’s something that I can manage,” Quinn agreed as you were roped back into your friend group again for the rest of the evening.

The next morning had come far too soon with a pulsating migraine that had you groaning into your pillow. You remember up until rejoining the boys at the table and being dared into a few shots with Brock, after that it was a dark blur but when you rolled over you noticed a glass of water on your nightstand. A smile tugged tenderly at your lips knowing that Quinn had been the one to make sure you made it home safely.

You gave yourself a few more moments in bed before you forced yourself away from the warmth of your blankets in order to get ready. You settled on keeping things simple as you slid your favorite knit sweater and skinny jeans on knowing you would rather be warm than to focus on your looks. After all it was just Quinn and while you always wanted it to mean more you knew it never would.

You weren’t sure how long had passed as you tried to tame your hair and throw some simple make up on your face when you heard a knock on your door. “Give me a second!” You called out putting down the brush you were using before rushing to the door. 

You knew that you couldn’t help the smile on your face when you saw Quinn standing there with two cups of coffee in his hand. “I took a guess that a pumpkin patch day meant pumpkin spice latte for you?” He asked you keeping his voice low as he held the cup in question out to you. 

You didn’t even hesitate to take the cup from his hands. “It’s almost like you know me better than myself,” you teased as you took a step back into the apartment. “I just need to put my shoes on and I will be ready to head out.”

-----

Feeling the chill of the air surround you as you studied each pumpkin wanting to select the perfect ones to take home with you, by which you meant the ones that would be over looked and needed just to be loved by you. It was the same exact reason you got the saddest looking tree every Christmas. Brock always argued that they didn’t know the difference, but Quinn always encouraged your need to give your love to the ones who needed it the most. Whether it made a difference or not, because it made a difference to you.

“Are any of them calling your name yet?” Quinn asked as he slipped his hand around yours. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to find ways to cling to one another, or even to hold hands, but it always felt new. The butterflies that erupted in your stomach always took your breath away. 

You tried to keep things casual though as you shrugged your shoulders, “There’s a lot of them that I feel like could use me but I haven’t found the ones that need me just yet.”

“Then we keep looking,” Quinn offered always having patience in spades for you especially if he knew that you were going to be happy.

It was only fifteen minutes later that you finally found the perfect three to take home with you. With the brightest smile on your face you didn’t even fight Quinn as he paid for the pumpkins. Anything that had you looking that happy was worth any dollar amount to him.

---+i---

You were standing at work waiting for a fresh cup of coffee to brew. You weren’t sure if it was your third or forth cup of the morning, but between the lack of sleep the night before and what essentially had felt like everything at work turning into a dumpster fire before your very eyes. There was no telling if you would be surviving the next hour with your sanity much less making it to the end of the day and your only hope to do so was with coffee. Unsafe amounts or otherwise.

What you hadn’t expected was for your best friend to surprise you. It was almost like Quinn had a special sense of when you were stressed out and one of his magical hugs would be your saving grace. You weren’t sure of the magic or science behind it, but you were grateful for it. 

You felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist holding you to a familiar chest. “There you are beautiful,” he murmured quietly against your hair before he finally let you go so that you could turn around to face him. 

“Ah yes so shocking I’m at work during my usual hours,” you teased him as you stepped away from his hold. You never could trust yourself so close to him, but today you were feeling especially at risk to just pull him down for a kiss. With everything going on around you he was your one constant. 

It had been obvious to you for the last few months that you were in love with your best friend, but as in love as you were you knew that he didn’t return those feelings. All you were to him was his friend, and at least you had some part of him in your life.

He didn’t allow you to go very far though as his hands settled on your hips pulling you back towards him. He had a smile on his face that you had never seen before, but you realized quickly that it was your favorite of his. “Well okay you have a solid point. I just figured that you needed a movie night tonight, but I figured I could make dinner for you. I just wanted to see if there was any special requests?”

You couldn’t help the way your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to figure out what was going on. “I could always go for some pasta, and I feel like that might be something that can turn out edible. I love you but I haven’t forgotten about the time you tried to make me breakfast and we had to air out my entire apartment all day.”

In Quinn’s defense he did at least look bashful at the reminder of that morning. You still remembered the squeeze of your heart of affection seeing him trying to make you food. It had meant the entire world to you that he had even tried to take care of you even if it hadn’t turned out the way that he had planned.

“Okay so that wasn’t my finest hour, but I’m really going to impress you tonight. I promise,” he had left quickly with a fast kiss to your forehead so that you could return to work. Although you weren’t sure if you would be able to focus on what was going on around you when your entire focus on what was happening in your apartment. 

Every day you couldn’t wait until it was time to leave for the day, but today it had been nearly impossible to make it through everything you had to before you left. You couldn’t rush any faster to your apartment reasoning with yourself that it was just to make sure that it was still in one piece and not on fire, but you knew that it was just to see what Quinn was up to.

You had barely opened the door as you called out for your best friend, but the first thing you had noticed was the fact that it seemed as if your apartment was shadowed in darkness. For a moment you began to think you mixed up what apartment you were suppose to meet at but it was always your apartment that you hung out at. It was that moment that you had noticed the flicker of candles. 

Candles. As you stepped farther into the apartment you noticed that there had to be almost a hundred lit candles around your living room. “Quinn?” You asked hearing the question in your voice.

You eyes finally settled on him as he stepped out of your kitchen wearing a look that you hadn’t seen before. “I--I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date for so long, Y/N. Not as a friend, but as more. And every time I chickened out. But tonight I’m not. I planned an entire Harry Potter movie marathon with your favorite candies. I even made sure to find some new fuzzy socks with your house crest on it, and I bought some new blankets to curl up under.” Everything he said was quickly worded as if it wasn’t out there fast he wouldn’t be able to get through it. “So what do you say? One date as more than friends?”

You didn’t bother with a verbal response as you reached up to finally kiss your best friend allowing your lips meld together. It was everything you had dreamt it would be and somehow better. “I can handle way more than one date if you’re interested in that.”

His smile lit up as he leaned in resting his forehead to yours, “I’m absolutely more than interested in more than just one date, Y/N. I’m interested in everything with you.” Quinn leaned back in pressing a deeper kiss to your lips sealing your future together with it.

[metaphor-cheese]

Anyway after that convo abt buford protecting baljeet i was reminded of one of the first things i wrote when i got back into pnf

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Bill glanced around the mall outside wedgies, searching desperately.

“Come on dude, you came unprepared, just admit it.” A bored voice commented next to him. “No nerd, no entry.”

“I can prove myself!” The boy angrily defended, poking the unimpressed bouncer in the chest in an attempt to intimidate him. “Just let me find someone-“

“What do you think’s gonna happen?” Another bully mocked from inside. “A nerd’s just gonna materialise because the almighty william needs one?”

“IT’S BILL!” The boy roared. He didn’t have to put up with this kind of slander! He was top dog at his school back in Seattle.

He turned back to scanning the available area with his eyes as the bouncer turned around and began shutting the doors to the gym. “Come on, come on...” he mumbled to himself, frantically. “I just gotta find one ner-“ his voice cut off in an instant and his eyes bugged out.

There, across the way, a small indian boy was exiting a bookshop. He was dressed in overalls, his arms were piled high with textbooks (despite summer just having started) and he was talking to a boy with a triangle head about what sounded like science.

He had to be the biggest nerd Bill had ever seen.

His mouth twitched into an evil grin.

“Hey!” He called back to the bouncer, just before he closed the door.

“Ugh, what?!” The taller child whined. “Don’t make me hang you from the flagpole, new kid!”

Ignoring the threat, Bill pointed to the boy with a smug grin. “You were saying about how I couldn’t find a nerd?”

Instead of shocked like he’d expected, or horrified and defeated like he’d hoped, the bouncer instead looked serious. “Yeah, man. Not happening. That’s Buford’s nerd.”

Bill scoffed. ‘Buford’s nerd? You couldn’t claim nerds! It was a free country! And even if it wasn’t, Bully Billy took what he wanted.

“I’m serious, bro.” The bouncer stressed, beginning to white knuckle the door handle. The bullies who had gathered around the window to laugh at him being kicked out also looked anxious. “That one’s off limits.”

“We’ll see about that.” With a roll of his eyes, Bill strolled over to the younger kids.

“I cannot believe I got such a discount on these textbooks!” The indian boy was squeaking excitedly as he struggled with his heavy stack. “You do not know what college kids are paying for these nowadays.”

“Hey poindexter!” Billy interrupted, pointing at him. Despite making it clear who he was referring to, the boy and his small entourage still looked around curiously as if it was unclear. “Ugh. Overalls!” The boy shifted his stack of books to balance precariously at his hip and pointed to himself in with a questioning look. “Yes you! Drop the books.” Bill sneered.

With a confused blink, the boy replied simply. “No.”

“What? You’re talkin’ back to me, runt?!”

“Well, yes.” He said matter of factly. He narrowed his eyes. “What reason do i have to listen t-“

Bill didn’t let him finish. He wasn’t about to lallygag around when he had his dominance as a bully to assert. With one swift move, he reached down and yanked the child up by his underpants. The little shrimp let out a high pitched yelp as he did so, and his friends gaped in shock.

“Well...” the boy chuckled, nervously. “That was unpleasant.”

“Put him down!” One of his friends- a girl with a pink ribbon- demanded, angrily.

“Yeah, he didn’t do anything to you!” The triangle-headed nerd from before chimed in. Bill decided to make him his next victim, after he made an example of the kid in his grasp.

“Or else what?” He mocked, beginning to absentmindedly stroke the boys curly hair for a few seconds before harshly yanking with no warning. The three’s glares intensified as their friend yelped in pain again. “Hmm?” Bill continued. “What’re you gonna do? Go cry to mommy?”

“No.” The boy in his grasp said with sudden calmness, catching Bill’s attention. When he looked back at him, he saw the kid had his arms crossed and was shooting him a confident (and slightly condescending) look. “I will do this.” As he finished speaking, the indian boy took a large, dramatic intake of breath. Bill noticed the other kids giving each other similar, knowing looks of confidence as the tall, green-haired one handed out ear plugs to the others. Before he could question what was about to happen, however...

“BUUUUUUUFOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!”

Bill swore his eardrums burst at the sound, and he was honestly surprised the high pitch didn’t make all the glass in the mall shatter. As he stumbled backwards from shock, he barely managed to make out a dark grey shape skid around a nearby corner. A split second after the sound stopped, he noticed the shape was a chubby kid in a black shirt holding a half-eaten soft pretzel.

“What- what’s happ’nin, where’s the fire?!” The kid exclaimed in frantic alarm, hurriedly looking this way and that. When his eyes settled on Bill and the boy he was holding, however, it instantly steeled into something murderous.

The whole area seemed to go quiet as, who he presumed was, ‘Buford’ slowly stomped his way over to Bill and the overalls kid. Despite his young age and stout physique, even grown adults around Bill covered their mouths in silent horror and hid behind display signs as he passed.

Once he got in front of the two of them, the boy in Bill’s clutches brightened up. “Buford!” He greeted, happily- but the other ignored him.

“Drop the nerd.” Was all he said to him, raspy voice going as deep as an 11 year olds could. When Bill paused, he pointed to the ground and screamed “NOW!”

Bill glanced around him at the terror on everyone’s faces. At the quivering salespeople and the cowering bullies behind wedgies big fancy windows. He raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the horrified masses and the slightly-larger-than-average preteen in front of him.

With a quiet scoff, he rolled his eyes. Clearly becoming top dog in this town was gonna be easy.

Giving the kid a smug look, he asked “Or else what, shorty?”

One moment he was looking down into a pale, chubby kid’s furious gaze. The next, his vision was fuzzy black and stars as his back hit the ground. A tight pain erupted from his stomach a moment later, and he rolled over and began wheezing as he huddled in the foetal position.

-

Baljeet shrieked only for a split second as he fell, before he landed in a familiar palm with an underwhelming ‘plop’. He glanced at the person holding him up and smiled. “Thank you, my friend.”

“Y’welcome, ‘Jeet.” Buford said casually as he lowered his arm so his friend could hop off his hand.

Phineas, Ferb and Isabella wandered over to the two of them to look upon the devastated boy.

“Wow.” Phineas said simply, noticing that the older kid still hadn’t stopped wheezing. “That was some sucker punch.”

“You’ve learnt well.” Isabella praised, patting him on the arm. Ferb nodded.

Unable to not brag at least a little, Buford leant back and pretended to inspect his nails. “Yeah. It was a pretty good hit, wasn’t it?”

“Though I certainly hope you did not do any lasting damage...” Baljeet fretted, looking with concern at how long it was taking the bully to recover.

As if in response to his pity, the kid struggled to his feet. “That was a cheap shot.” He spat, cheeks red with embarrassment. He brushed himself off and pointed intimidatingly at Buford. “Let’s settle this the real-“

“Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up.” Buford calmly said, waving his hands in a ‘stop’ gesture as he walked up to him. If only from confusion, Bill did quiet, letting him get close. “Do you really wanna do that?” Buford asked. Bill glared at him.

“Yes.” He said seriously.

He vaguely registered a series of shocked gasps from all around him.

Buford looked surprised for a moment, before shrugging. “Alright.”

Just like before, it all happened so quickly.

One moment Bill had his feet planted firmly on the ground. The next, he was being yanked into the air by his shirt (how was that even possible when this kid was smaller than him?!) and then the next, landing roughly into something hard just as he tried to fight back. It took him a moment to regain his bearings, but when he did, he tried to clamber out of the tiny bin- only to see Buford’s face blocking his view of the light.

“Listen up here, dillweed, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once.” Buford snarled. “This is MY turf. Those,” he pointed to the rest of the kids. “are MY friends.” Leaning in close, and lowering his scratchy voice again, the kid growled. “And if you wanna survive in this town another day, you’ll leave us the hell alone and never touch one’ ‘em again.” With a harsh poke in the chest, he added “Got that?”

Before Bill could even consider responding, Buford continued. “Good. Sayonara.” Something harsh hit the side of the bin and then bill was rolling, rolling, rolling until-

-

“AAAAAHHHHHH!”

The five kids gathered around the escalator to watch the bin speed down it and then straight out the front door, all to the tune of the bully’s screams.

“Goodbye!” Baljeet called after him, with a satisfied giggle.

“Yup.” Buford added.

For a few moments, they watching in silence.

“...Man, he’s really going far.” Isabella commented.

“I’ll say.” Phineas added. “Hey Ferb, pass me those binoculars.” The green haired boy did just that and his step-brother laughed good-naturally at whatever he saw through them.

“Hey, cool, he made it to the skatepark!”

“Ooo, let me see!” Baljeet cheered, reaching for them.

Buford looked on with a fond smile at his friends laughing over the view. When his ear twitched at the sound of a solitary ‘aww’, however, he turned and glared at the cause. The instigator- a teenage girl- proved not to be the only one staring at him, as huge swabs of the mall were still warily watching him. One quick glare in each direction quickly solved that problem, however, and Buford nodded to himself in satisfaction.

“Alright, this is gettin’ old.” He interrupted Isabella and Baljeet’s arguing by physically easing himself between them. “Who wants corndogs?” He offered.

Instantly, Ferb’s hand went up, and Phineas and Isabella responded rather quickly with ‘me!’s. He nodded and turned to lead the way.

“Were you not just at the food court?” Baljeet commented, wryly, as he followed.

“Hey, I didn’t get to finish my pretzel!” Buford defended.

And thus the group of kids’ normal banter started up again, and the regular background noise of the mall resumed.

-

Meanwhile, across town, a dazed pharmacist rolling down the skating rink strapped to a buggy passed a child in a bin rolling the other way.

“You too, huh?”

[corysmiles]

for the little streamer au- tommy is with his friends at all times, but has he ever had to deal with somebody who thinks tinies are less than alone? what about while he's staying with wilbur? cue the perfectly timed of big brother wil lmao

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Little Streamer AU-Kidnapped

cw//language, mentions of fatal vore (talk about it, it doesn’t happen)

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Tommy was at a park with Wilbur eating lunch when a fan walked over to take pictures with the older man

Tommy sat alone on the bench they had been eating on and continued to munch on his sandwich until a shadow fell over his head

His gaze swooped up until he was staring into the eyes of an unfamiliar human. He asked the human what he wanted but the man just squinted down at him

After a second Tommy was grabbed in a tight fist as he was brought to the older man’s face

The fingers around him squeezed uncomfortably tight, cutting off Tommy’s breath

Warm breath washed over his body as he squirmed under the human’ gaze

The man laughed as he pulled at Tommy’s arms before shoving him into his pocket; from above Tommy heard a zipper pull closed

He immediately started to panic screaming and shouting to be let out until the man’s fist slammed into him, knocking the breath out of his chest

Tommy began to tear up and scream even louder for help, he called out to anyone who could help him but there was no sign of anyone coming

He felt the rough fabric drag across his skin before he was not so gently tugged out of the man’s pocket

The man grabbed Tommy in his fist while he sat under a tree

He started to tell Tommy about all the ways he wanted to hurt him and how much fun he was going to have with the tiny making Tommy tear up

At one point the man told Tommy how he planned on eating him alive afterwards while dangling the boy above his mouth

The man held him between two fingers as he swung him back and forth in front of his face, every time Tommy cursed or swung at him he laughed

The tiny desperately tried to break free but there was nothing he could do to get away

It didn’t take long though before his phone started ringing in his pocket causing enough of a distraction for him to break free from the man’s grip

He dropped into the grass and immediately sprinted, he kept tripping on twigs and rocks but he had to get away

When he was far enough away Tommy picked up the phone breathlessly and was met by Wilbur’s panicked tone

Tommy explained what happened and where he was to his friend. Within minutes the boy was safely in his brother’s hands; the gentle hold a stark contrast from the tight grip of the stranger

When Tommy pointed out the man who had take him he watched a fire start in Wilbur’s eyes. His friend walked over to the man and immediately asked what the fuck was wrong with him

The stranger just played it off as if he didn’t know what was happening until he spotted Tommy in Wilbur’s hand

The man laughed at Wilbur before patting the taller an on the shoulder

“You’ll learn soon those bugs aren’t worth shit. The best thing about them is how nice they are to squish in your teeth”

Tommy had never seen Wilbur as angry as he was in that moment. Before the man could even finish talking Wil’s fist had connected with his face.

The man stumbled over onto the ground while holding his nose. Wilbur spat on him before kicking him a couple times for good measure

“You’re fucking awful, I hope you rot.”

The man glared up at Wilbur and spat out an insult before he was kicked in the side again

The rest of their little trip was put on hold as Wilbur held Tommy close to him

He was weirdly quiet, and it made Tommy anxious about how upset he seemed.

When they got back to Wilbur’s apartment he took Tommy to his room and cuddled up with him near his chest

Tommy could barely get anything from Wilbur the rest of the night except for muffled apologies and reassurances

Wilbur wouldn’t tell Tommy but if the tiny hadn’t been there he would’ve done so much worse to that asshole

He wouldn’t let anyone hurt his brother, it was just unfortunate so many people seemed to want to just because of his size

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Honeyed Blood Over Fresh Snow

(btw this takes place back when Tommy moved out of Logstedshire and in with Techno)

(TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH, KILLING, MENTION OF SUICIDE)

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Came Fundy's voice from behind the tiny hovering president.

"It should be fine, it's just Tommy" Tubbo had been sneaking off to Logstedshire for a while now, and had been planning this visit for weeks. The small bee hybrid had regretted exiling Tommy for a while, and during his few small hidden visits his guilt had grown even more. He couldn't bear to see his best friend- no- his brother suffering like he was. Tubbo didn't know why he had even listened to Dream in the first place, Tommy had a plan, one that Fundy and Quackity had even agreed with, to take down the smiling man- and now because of Tubbo, Tommy was suffering. "I have to talk to him. Alone."

"Yeah, but what if Thomas is mad at you- Tubbo you're not exactly- well your-" Quackity was quickly shut up as Tubbo cut him off with a glare.

"I'm tiny. I know." Tubbo shrugged. "But don't worry, I'm going in bee form and I can just fly away if it seems like he… like he…" Tubbo didn't want to think about what would happen if Tommy was mad at him. Flashbacks of the festival and the sounds of fireworks overtook his mind for a moment before he shook those memories away. "I'll be fine." At Tubbo's words he received worried looks from both Quackity and Fundy. "And if I somehow don't come back…" he looked to Quackity specifically, "Go through with it without me."

Quackity gave a curt nod, and before either of them could do or say anything, Tubbo was transforming into his bee form and buzzing away. The only thoughts running through Tubbo's mind as he flew above the water was his worry for Tommy. His friend had been forced to be alone with only Dream for weeks now, and Tubbo hadn't even properly visited them- who knew what all happened in that small camp Tommy had built. The bee boy felt guilty for what he did, he wanted to make it up to Tommy by finally talking to them after all this time. Who knows, maybe Tommy would forgive him for practically betraying their friendship at the hands of the green man they've always been against. Ever since Wilbur, through the wars, the disks, everything- they had always been together against Dream and now Tubbo had joined their enemy's side and exiled his best friend. He had to fix this.

As Tubbo flew closer to Logstedshire an uneasy feeling began to creep it's way up his fuzzy back. Something was… off. He couldn't hear Tommy- yes his friend had been getting more quieter based off the few times Tubbo had spied on them, but Tommy was never the type of person to let a silence hang, always preferring to fill it with some sort of noise, whether it was their own voice or the sound of music. Then there was what Tubbo was beginning to see- on the shore was a small table, chairs, and other things as if someone had been preparing for a party… and the closer Tubbo flew the more his eyes teared up. He began to see a small crater and a decimated house, the one he thought Tommy had been living in. Why was it blown up? Why would Tommy… why would anyone…

Then he saw it. How could Tubbo miss it? The tall structure making the bee freeze at the sight as he looked up and up and up and up-

Tubbo's breathing sped up. "No…" he buzzed to himself, too overwhelmed to turn back into his more human-esc form. "No no no no no…. Please NO!!!" He flew over to the bottom and began searching. "Surely not- he didn't- he couldn't have- he he he…." There was a compass on the ground. "No…." Tubbo landed on it, and sure enough engraved to the side was 'Your Tubbo'.

The small bee felt his entire world crashing down around him. He couldn't do this- he couldn't- couldn't be here. With all those thoughts and images of Tommy falling plaguing his mind Tubbo began to fly- to fly as fast as he possibly fucking could away from that cursed place. He had to get away from there. He didn't care where he flew, he didn't even pay attention to his surroundings as he flew and flew as fast as his tiny wings could buzz forth. Screaming out a buzz of agony that only he could hear.

Tubbo could painfully remember thousands of times he'd land on Tommy's nose and be teased about being clingy, only for Tommy to then rest a hand over him to keep him there. Memories of getting tangled in Tommy's never ending curling hair, and laughing as his human friend complained. All the times Tubbo would forget about flying and would be caught in the warm familiar hands of his brother. Hundreds of times Tubbo would bury his way into Tommy's pocket and take a nap. Their time in POGtopia whenever Tubbo wasn't with Schlatt and got to stay in the ravine, there wasn't enough supplies and they had to share a bed, and Tubbo would always wake up being gently cuddled…. And Tommy's laughter, it filled his head and-

Tubbo paused his fruitless flying and realized he was now in the tundra, near a small house he didn't recognize. He looked up hearing a far too familiar sound that shattered his heart.

Tommy's laughter… It filled the frozen air and warmed it too much for the small bee, and as he looked over he was overwhelmed with emotions as he saw Tommy- standing there, smiling, ALIVE. Tubbo didn't even hesitate to fly over to Tommy, not caring that Technoblade was there too, not caring that his emotions were too overwhelming to not turn back into his human form, and not caring if Tommy was mad at him. Tommy was alive and that's all that mattered- all Tubbo wanted to do was to never leave Tommy's side, fuck the excile, fuck Dream, all be dammed he was going to stay with his friend and make sure nothing like what he thought happened at that tower would happen again.

"Fucking annoying bees…" Tommy absantmindedly swatted at what must've been an escaped bee as it annoyingly buzzed around his head. Tubbo didn't care as he dodged the hand, he'd just stay flying around Tommy until his emotions were in control, he could turn back, and explain. The bee continued to fly around Tommy's head, and Tommy continued to swat at Tubbo, not realizing it was his friend yet.

"Tommy, stop messing with the bees!" Came Techno's voice, and it distracted Tubbo. In that millisecond of hesitation Tubbo didn't see the hand coming, and suddenly he was smacked out of the air and fell down into the snow.

The next few moments almost seemed to happen in slow motion. Tubbo didn't even have any time to scream as he looked up to see Tommy barely even noticing him, just having this annoyed look on their face. The bee boy looked up more, and paled in horror as he saw the Sketcher tennis shoe raise up. Tubbo opened his mouth to scream, he turned back instantaneously, but it didn't matter as the shoe slammed down onto him. Tubbo felt his bones crush and crack, blood bursting out of him in some places, and he couldn't even scream as he was choking on that blood with a lung being either torn or popped…He couldn't tell. It didn't matter as the shoe pressed into the ground, as if trying to smear him down, and Tommy… Tommy turned away, not even looking down or noticing what they'd done. As if he'd squished just another random bug.

"Alright alright, they're annoying anyways-" Was the last thing Tubbo heard Tommy say as the human walked away…

•••

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?!" Quackity screamed at Tommy as soon as he saw them, they're invisibility potion having worn off along with Techno's pot.

"What are you talking about!?" Tommy yelled back, he quickly scrambled behind The Blade. They'd just come sneaking into L'manburg for some supplies, he didn't think this whole Butcher Army thing would come out of nowhere and yell at them.

"Tubbo!! Where the fuck is he Tommy!?" Quackity continued to yell.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I haven't seen him since I was exiled!!" Tommy yelled back. Quackity just gave Tommy a confused look.

"Tommy… Tubbo went to visit you a week ago and didn't come back…" Fundy spoke up sadly. Tommy paused at that.

"What do you mean? I- I didn't see him..?" Tommy looked up at Techno.

"Don't look at me kid, I didn't do anything to yer little tyrant" Techno shrugged, but he could already see the panic starting to form on Tommy's face.

"You really don't know what happened?" Quackity dropped his weapon to his side. As much as he wanted to finish off Techno right now, Tommy was starting to worry him. "He went in bee form, so no weird bees either?"

"No, no I didn't…." Suddenly, Tommy froze, parking as he remembered something he did a week ago. "No… no no no, fuck NO!!" It was then that Tommy turned and ran back to the nether portal, ignoring the shouting from Techno and The Butcher Army as they ran after him. The teen's mind was a swirl of fear, he couldn't have not to Tubbo- never to Tubbo. There's no way that he…That he…

No, no. Tommy would never have hurt Tubbo, not even unintentionally. He'd even promised back during POGtopia that no matter what happens, he would never hurt Tubbo, not even by accident. Never would he ever… never, just- he could never…

As soon as Tommy saw Techno's house he ran straight to the bee farm and fell to the ground in front of it. The place where he'd done it now stuck in his mind. He began to dig into the snow, only speeding up more as his fingers got covered in red blood that was in the snow until- Tommy let out a sob.

They didn't even look dirty, the snow seemed to have melted a bit around where their body was and had washed off any blood or mud that could have been on them. Tommy gingerly scooped Tubbo's body up into his hands. They were cold… too cold. Their body was so limp that Tommy felt like he was holding more of a rag doll then… then his best friend…

Tommy screamed.

He sobbed.

He hugged Tubbo's body to his chest.

But Tubbo was dead.

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faith.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

a/n: we start to heal, kids! if there’s interest, i’ll write up the outtakes (wink wink) from this and post it sometime soon. your feedback keeps me going - please tell me what you think! also, if you haven’t already check out the inspo blog for ajf! (here’s the nsfw one, too - but it's definitely 18+ only!)

reality check (part one) | unimaginable (part two)

words: 3.5k warnings: implied sex, language, miscarriage/pregnancy mention

summary: healing is bittersweet.

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“Everything looks fine down here. Since it’s been about four days, your preliminary recovery is finished. The key now is to let your body rest and reset.” Brienne removes her gloves and tosses them in the trash. “You can try again in six weeks, if you want, but no penetrative sex for two full weeks.” She washes her hands and points at you, then Aaron, with wet hands. “I mean it.” 

You share a look with Aaron while Brienne turns around for paper towels. His lips quirk into a wry, almost sheepish, smile.

Turning back to her, you ask, “Is there anything I should look out for or do differently or anything?”

Please tell me there’s something I can control. 

She shakes her head. “You’re doing everything perfectly. Keep an eye out for any heavy bleeding or anything that doesn't feel quite right in the next couple of weeks.” A warm hand lands on your shoulder and another reaches across you for Aaron, who stands and meets her in the middle, capturing her fingers in his palm. “I have faith in you both. I know this one was a little unexpected on all fronts, but if you want to do this for real, I will make sure I’m doing everything in my power to give you all the support and resources I can.” 

Aaron’s brown eyes are soft and grateful under his knit brow. “Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate it.” 

She snorts and squeezes his hand before letting him go. “Oh, Aaron. I have a feeling you and I will know each other for a long time - Brienne is just fine.”

+++

Aaron slides into bed beside you and wraps you up in his arms. “Hey.” 

“Hi.” You lace your fingers between his where his hand rests across your abdomen. “How’re you doin’?”

“I should ask you the same thing.” 

You turn in his arms, and he gathers you to his chest while you throw one leg over his hip and wiggle the other between his thighs. You just want to be as close as possible to soothe the ache in your chest - it’s working. “I’m okay. My bits have stopped screaming at me, so that’s an improvement.” For now, you ignore the fact that he’s avoided your question. Sometimes it's easier to let Aaron think he’s won - for a while, at least. 

“Indeed, it is,” he says through a laugh. “I more so meant the other thing.” 

“What, like my emotional state?”

He shrugs around you. “Yeah, I guess.” 

“I feel like there should be...something to look forward to. There’s still a part of me that’s really excited, but there’s nothing to be excited about.” You shake your head, burrowing further into his chest. “It’s hard to explain.” 

His hand rubs up and down your spine, firm and slow. “Makes perfect sense. I think I’m right there with you.” 

It’s quiet for a moment. 

“I’m so sorry, Aaron.” 

You can feel him shake his head and he scoots impossibly closer to you. There can’t be a single inch of skin he isn't touching, or at least that’s what it feels like. “There’s nothing you need to apologize for. Nothing to be sorry for. Sometimes, things just happen.” 

Your eyes close, exhausted, and you push back the thoughts that have been swirling around in your head for the last three days. 

Yeah, sometimes things just happen. Getting stabbed nine times in your home by a career serial killer? Just happens. Your wife getting murdered by that same serial killer, perhaps? Yeah, that just happens. Or maybe your best friend ‘dying’ and then coming back to life? Sure. 

Maybe a couple massive losses in a couple horrible years just aren’t enough. 

What’s next? 

I’ll take ‘Losing a Kid for 1600, Alex.’

“Hey.” He taps the middle of your back with his hand to get your attention. “I can hear you thinking.” 

You grumble, “Sorry,” and turn over, your back pressed firmly to his chest. 

“We’re okay, sweetheart. We’re fine. Jack is healthy, you’re healthy, I’m healthy. We’re getting married.” You snort, and he laughs. “Alright. We’re getting married...eventually.” That gets a giggle out of you, and he continues. “We’re looking for a house we can actually afford because of our fulfilling and important jobs. We have one fantastic son already.” He kisses your shoulder. “We’re in good shape.”

Well, when he puts it that way…

He pulls you close, nuzzling into your neck and running fingers up your ticklish sides. You squirm and a little peal of laughter leaves you. “I’ve got you on all of those, don’t I?”

You roll your eyes, and you know he saw it in the mirrored closet doors on the wall across from you. “If you think I’m going to argue with the youngest AUSA in District history, you’re nuts.” 

A satisfied hum leaves him, and he slips his hand under your shirt, tracing over your skin. “That’s probably a good idea.” Kisses find their way across your shoulders as his hands hike your shirt farther up your body. 

“Aaron,” you whine. “Brienne said no sex.” 

You watch him deliberate in the mirror, making play at deep thought. “...No. She said no penetrative sex, if my memory serves.” His hands wander down to the edge of your underwear and you squirm against him despite yourself. He drops his lips to the sensitive skin behind your ear, making you shiver when he whispers, “And my memory always serves.”

“Damn you.” 

He grins and ducks under the covers, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he settles between your thighs.

+++

The following Monday is your first day back at work, and it’s more than a little difficult to be normal. Aaron had only taken the day after to make sure he was available to drive you to and from Brienne’s office for your procedure, but you’d taken the rest of the week. You’re not sure what Aaron told them - maybe a flu or a stomach bug or maybe you “just needed some personal time” - but you imagined everyone would ask you about it anyways. 

Aaron presses a kiss to your cheek before the elevator opens. You make sure you’re watching when he falls into Hotch Mode as the doors part before you. It’s difficult to hold back your fond smile, but you manage. 

You set your things down at your desk, noting the small purple orchid and note sitting by your desktop. JJ turns in her chair to face you. “Hey! How was your visit with Dean?” 

Oh. That works. Good one, Aaron.

Dean had moved to New York to start with a new brokerage house at the beginning of last summer, and you’d been meaning to get up there to see him. It’s a highly plausible lie. It also helps that Aaron could sell water to a fish. 

Well, he is a lawyer. 

“It was great. Nice to take some time, you know?” You smile at her and you’re sure it doesn’t look quite right when her eyes narrow just a touch. Settling at your desk, you pick up the note addressed to you and open it. 

A flower for my flower :) I know. I’m gross. Sue me. 

(Or don’t...I’ll use my J.D. if you do.)

I love you. - AH

p.s. Don’t worry - I’ll water it when you're away. 

“Conference room in five minutes - Garcia’s got something for us.” Emily strides past you all on the bridge and you grab your tablet. 

Derek offers you a hand and you take it, tucking yourself under his arm as you walk. “What’s the orchid for?”

You shrug, covering how touched you really are by the gesture. “I dunno. I guess we just have a very thoughtful section chief.” 

+++

Inspired by Aaron’s cover story, you give Dean a call when you make it back to the hotel that night after an exhausting day scouting crime scenes that have every indication of a serial killer running rampant through the tiny Maine township.

“Hey babes! How are ya?” His chirp comes singing through the phone, and you find yourself smiling. 

“I’m alright.” 

You can almost hear his eyebrows raise. “Nope. Bullshit. What’s wrong with you?”

“Well, if anyone asks, I just got home from visiting with you for the week.” You start to unpack your go bag, hanging up a couple of your nicer work sets and setting up the bathroom the way you like it. 

“What’s Aaron lying about this time?” 

You laugh, but it tapers off quickly. “Well, as it happens, we had a really shit week last week and I had to take some time off.” 

He’s far more solemn when he speaks again, “That sounds like a little more than a ‘I got a flat tire on my way to work and my coffee was cold’ kind of shit week if you actually took time off.” He pauses. “Oh please don’t tell me you broke off the engagement.” 

“Not at all, not at all. Aaron and I are fine, but…” Going back and forth for a moment, you ultimately decide to tell him. Maybe it will get easier if you say it out loud. “I, um. I miscarried last week.” You’re proud of yourself for spitting it out with only a little stumbling, and Dean’s immediate concern brings tears to your eyes. 

“Oh God, honey. I’m so sorry. Do you want to talk about it at all?”

“I mean -” you take a deep breath. “No? I don’t know. I feel really shitty about it and we talked to Aaron’s mom and I know it isn’t my fault, but -” You huff, getting a little frustrated. “It was a girl, Dean. Aaron was so excited.” 

Something creaks in the background, and you know he’s just settled into the ancient armchair in the corner of his studio. “Don’t forget babe, you were excited, too. This isn’t just disappointing for Aaron, as much as you’d like to make everything about him.” 

You chew on the inside of your cheek. He’s right. “I know, but -”

“No! No buts. This is a loss for both of you, and it's huge. Like, I dunno why people don’t talk about it more. Your kid is your kid is your kid if you wanted them and they didn’t make it. It doesn’t matter if you met her or not - you knew her and she was yours.” 

So, maybe the tears weren’t finished. Dean stops talking for a minute, and you know he can hear you sniffling. 

“Are you going to try again?”

And isn’t that the question of the hour?

“Well, we didn’t really try for this one, but I think we’ve caught the bug. I was planning on talking to Aaron about it a little more when I get home -”

“What’s the case?”

“Maine, probably a serial killer,” you answer promptly, getting right back on track. You’re used to Dean’s quick interruptions. Context is important to him and you’re always happy to provide it. “I don’t think we’re going to try, per se, but I don’t think we’ll be too concerned about being careful either. That way it’s a pleasant surprise instead of something stressful or disappointing, you know?”

“Ah,” he says. “A ‘fuck it and forget it’ approach. I dig it. And we all know Aaron can ‘fuck it’ with the best of them - you’ll have to tell me how the ‘forgetting it’ part goes.”

You laugh despite yourself, wiping at your cheeks. “How do you always manage to make me laugh?”

His laugh sounds from the other side of the phone, and it warms you from your fingers to your toes. You can almost forget its nearly five below zero outside. “What can I say? Laughter is the virtue of the gays.”

Your phone beeps at you, and it’s Aaron. “Hey Beanie, I gotta let you go. Aaron’s beeping in on me.” 

“Go get your tub’a humbus, babe. I’ll talk to you later.”

You switch calls, and raise the phone back to your ear. “Hey, love. What’s goin’ on?”

“I just missed you.” You can hear the sink in the background and you check the clock. 

Ah yes, dishes before bed because someone can’t sleep if there are dishes in the sink. 

“Hi!” Jack shouts from across the kitchen, and it makes you smile. “I miss you!”

“I miss you too, my loves! Though, Aaron, I must say -” you stop yourself. “Am I on speaker?” 

There’s a shuffle, and his voice sounds a lot closer when he replies. “Not anymore.” You know he’s smiling. 

You laugh. “I was going to say, it’s a lot easier to abide by our no-contact order when I’m five states away.”

“Don’t remind me.” You can’t see him, but he sounds at least a little pained. “We’ll be almost done with that by the time you get home, which is nice.” 

“Very nice, indeed.” Settling into bed, you pull the covers up to your chin. “I wish you were here with me.” 

You can hear him walk through the house, getting some distance from Jack. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm. As nice as your new digs are, Chief Hotchner, sleeping without you when I’m on cases is really rough.” A light laugh leaves you. “I still haven’t gotten used to it.” 

He hums. “Well, I’ll make it worth your while when you get home, how’s that?”

“I’ll hold you to it,” you say with a smile. “Goodnight. I love you.” 

“Get some rest. I love you more.” 

+++

Your first hunch was right - serial killer with a preference for blonde women in their forties. Luckily, those factors alone made for a nice, neat, narrow profile, and you were down to a small pool of suspects within days. 

It’s safe to say your heart isn’t in it. You’re almost relieved when JJ calls you out on the way to the medical examiner’s office.

“What’s going on with you and Aaron?” Her bright blue eyes stay on the road as she speaks, but you know she’s completely tuned into you. “You guys seem...off.” 

“We’re fine - the two of us, I mean.” You’re not sure how much to want to tell her. She isn’t Dean. You have to work with her every day, and as much as she’s your friend, it’s hard to talk about this when she already has a son of her own and another on the way. “There’s just, um, some stuff going on at home.”

She reaches across the console and takes your hand. “Whatever it is,” and she sounds like she knows. “You’re not alone.” 

You look over at her and squeeze her hand. There’s something mournful and heartbreaking about the set of her mouth, and something cold and sympathetic washes over you. “Really?”

She nods. “Ours was a girl.” Her confession is quiet and her eyes never once flicker from the road. 

Your voice is just as quiet, almost a secret. “Ours, too.” 

+++

Aaron’s waiting for you in the bullpen when you land in the afternoon two days later. Without shame, you sail through the glass doors and into his arms. It’s a treat - you never feel like you’re truly home until he’s holding you, and you usually have to wait until you get home. 

Derek teases you both on his way back to his desk, and you flip him off. Everyone’s in high spirits and you’re surprised their good moods have rubbed off on you, as well. 

Emily releases you all early with the promise you’ll have your after action reports into her by tomorrow afternoon. On the way home, you tell Aaron about your conversation with JJ, and he’s so moved by it, you’re almost brought to tears again. 

+++

The next morning, Aaron leaves early for a meeting at headquarters in DC. He kisses you goodbye, and in your half-asleep state you grab his tie and make an attempt to keep him right where he is. 

It doesn’t work, but you’re rewarded with a couple extra seconds of adoration, even with your morning breath. He chuckles against your mouth. 

“I gotta go, baby.” 

You whine incoherently at him, but he dodges your reaching hands and  whispers close to your ear as he brings the covers up over your shoulder. “You have another hour before you need to be up. Sleep. I love you.” Another kiss presses into your temple, and you hear the bedroom door close softly behind him. 

When another hour lapses (during which you dozed, quite thankful he told you to get some more sleep), you rise and get ready to head into the office. Jack’s up and getting dressed in his room while you get started in the kitchen. 

But, of course, there’s no need. Aaron has a breakfast spread ready and covered on the counter, with coffee just finished in the percolator. 

A god among men…

You pull your favorites from the pile, and set aside a few things for Jack. This cut your prep time in half at least, so you’ll have a little more time to eat and get settled before you have to be out the door. 

Assembling breakfast is easy, and you and Jack share space in relative silence. He looks up at you over his eggs and grins. Oh, how you love that boy. 

+++

When you get into the office, JJ’s reading a note, a little white envelope tucked behind it. You’re the first two in the office - a shocker, considering the two children between you, both under the age of ten. 

“What have you got there?”

She looks up and you can tell her eyes are a little misty. “Just a really sweet note someone left on my desk.” Waving it in the air, she asks, “Want to read it?”

You smile, setting your things down. “Only if you want me to.” 

She hands it over, and you take it, immediately recognizing Aaron’s handwriting. 

JJ- 

I wish we didn’t know the same loss, but I’m selfishly glad it’s you. Thank you for taking care of us so well. 

As always, anything for you. Just say the word. 

  AH

 “You know,” JJ says as you hand the note back to her. “He wasn’t like this before you.” 

You snort. “Don’t I know it.” 

“No, I’m serious. Even before you guys got together, you made him better. This -” she holds the note up and flicks it, “never would have happened eight years ago.” 

+++

By the time the next case is solved and everyone comes home, Brienne’s orders have expired. Jack is long asleep and you find Aaron in his office. His head is propped up on his hand, elbow on his desk, as he reads over some esoteric legal decision he’s decided to research as a hobby. 

Like he’s not busy enough. 

In fairness, he did defend his newest activity over dinner a few weeks ago. 

“What else am I supposed to do after Jack’s asleep and you’re out on a case? Watch TV? Go to bed early? No, I’m going to review legal decisions and take notes so I don’t bore you to death when you get home.”

“Aaron, you could never bore me to death.” 

“I wouldn’t take that bet.” 

He looks over his reading glasses, and his eyes light up. “Welcome home.” 

You offer him a warm smile as you cross his office and round his desk. “Hi.” 

Aaron drops his pen and pulls you close by your hips, and you lean on the side of his chair. “How was the case?”

“I would hate to spoil Emily’s report that will inevitably be about three hours late getting to your desk on Tuesday.” 

He raises his eyebrows. “I see.” His hand drops down to the outside of your thigh, and you swing a leg over his chair to straddle him, getting situated on his lap. “You know, I still have work to do.” 

“What? Is this Supreme Court decision more interesting than me?”

He shrugs, leaning forward again and picking up his file. His chin hooks over your shoulder, and you settle against his chest as he continues to read. With a sigh, he says, “You’re wearing an awful lot of clothes for someone who wants something specific.” 

You huff. “Oh, c’mon. It’s not like I’m getting any in here.” 

“You don’t know that.” His voice is even, almost distracted, but when you shift over him you can tell he’s affected. “Something might surprise you.” 

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

He takes another breath and, just like he’s done so many times before, says, “Sweetheart, I’m not suggesting anything.” 

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