#hey guys could you help out my people real quick? there's something wrong :(

[prettyflyforawhitelie]

Hi I love your work so far, do you think you could do headcannons for all the different characters of the main Hazbin Hotel cast when their lover comes to them injured? Like how they would treat you and then how they would deal with the person who harmed you. I would love to see this ahhhh 😫

Ahh of course! I love this, thanks for the request! I hope you like it!

Trope: Hazbin Hotel x Injured!reader

Characters: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angeldust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Lucifer

Warnings: Physical violence, mention of death, injured reader, blood.

author's note: hey guys! this is my first time doing one of these, and I'm still getting better, so forgive me if its a bit shabby. If you have any requests, feel free to send them in! I'm in a creative buzz rn lol. Enjoy!

🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:

The day that your attacker decides to hurt you is the day that they decide to die. Messing with the Radio Demon’s plaything is about the last thing you want to do. 

Alastor often sent his shadows to follow you into town when he couldnt be with you, so the second you were attacked, Alastor could sense that something was wrong. 

By the time his shadows had carried you back to the hotel, your attacker had already escaped, but luckily, his shadows saw everything.

When he rushed down to see you, he seemed rather indifferent at first. He carried you up to his room, immediately conjuring several healing ointments to heal you quickly.

He laid you in his bed, in which you almost immediately fell asleep.

He hears the whispers of his shadows, and gains all of the information he needs out of them. 

With a single snap of his finger, the issue was taken care of. Rumor has it that the screams of your attackers' seemingly “random” death could be heard about 3 rings down. 

While waiting for you to wake, Alastor conjures two steaming bowls of his mother’s jambalaya. Placing one on the side table next to you, he sits down next to your sleeping body and lightly grazes your head, singing soothing songs until you wake up.  

😈🗝️Charlie🗝️😈:

Would of course be so very angry at whoever did this, but her first priority would be healing you up and making sure that you’re absolutely 100% okay and comfortable. 

Would set you up in her bed and assure that you have anything at all that would make you feel more comfortable. Tea? Yup. Ice pack? Already got it. Cuddles? Of course!

Would definitely let you cuddle with Razzle and Dazzle for as long as you needed.

She would try her best to talk to you and figure out what happened - to figure out who did this to you.

As you told her, she seemed surprisingly… calm? She simply thanked you for telling her and left the room. 

Though Charlie doesn't seem like a particularly violent person… She can get protective over the people she loves. So, let's just say she got that issue taken care of real quick. How stupid to mess with the Morningstar family. 

🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:

Anybody in her vicinity needs to watch out when she hears that her love is hurt. 

Like, seriously, heads will roll. But not before she checks on you to evaluate how badly she needs to fuck up the person who did this to you. 

When she sees you, bruised and bloody, she can't help but hold you so tight and cry, scolding you for getting yourself into a bad situation without her there to protect you.

Vaggie knows what it feels like to be beaten and dumped on the side of the street like garbage. She could never forgive herself if she allowed that to happen to anybody else, let alone the genuine love of her life. 

When she asks for the person who did this, you can only give her a vague description. That’s alright though, she will use her former exterminator skills to scan all of Hell and find the person who dared to do this to you. She will not leave this alone until she serves you justice. 

🕷️💖Angeldust💖🕷️:

Coming home from the studio to find you in his room, crying and bruised, he immediately drops whatever he’s doing and comforts you in the biggest hug ever. 

Angel has plenty of experience with being abused and left to fend for himself, so he doesn't immediately resort to asking questions. No, that’s not what you need right now. You just need to know that you’re loved, beautiful, and that this does nothing to affect your worth or value as a person.

He carries you from the floor to his bed, covering you in blankets and laying next to you with Fat Nuggets. 

“It’s okay baby. You can cry, it's okay.” he whispers as you sob into his chest.

He allows you to initiate the conversation of what happened, not wanting to push you past your limits. 

Once he finds out what happened, he knows what he has to do. He waits until you fall asleep, and heads down to the club where your attacker happens to frequent. For once, being a famous pornstar will actually serve in his favor. He tempts your attacker to follow him, and immediately beats him to an absolute pulp. 

He allows the person to live, saying “I am only letting you live so you can know how it feels. You ever try this shit again, and I will find you. Except that time, you wont leave here looking so… whole.”

♥️♦️Husk♦️♥️:

Husk is used to all the residents of the hotel bitching and moaning to him about all of their issues. With Charlie coming to him and oftentimes crying about the many failures of the hotel, tears were no foreign sight to him.

But coming from the kitchen to the bar and seeing you there, looking an absolute mess, was different. 

“What the-What the fuck happened?” he yells. When you flinch, he knows that something happened.

When you explain to him what happened, he immediately needs a description of the attacker. He takes possibly the largest shot you've ever seen and storms out of the hotel.

He wishes that he could do more to protect you. Back when he was an overlord, he had power beyond anybody's imagination. He could've snapped a finger and your attacker would simply disintegrate (but not before he tortured him a bit first). But now that Alastor owned his soul, his powers were limited. 

You know what wasn't limited on husk, though? His pure physical strength.  

He immediately finds the guy walking on the street adjacent to the hotel (dumb, right?) and absolutely obliterates him. 

As the attacker is begging for his life, he just keeps hitting, blind with rage and love for you.

When he wants back into the hotel bloody and exasperated, he sits in the stool next to you and wraps you with one of his wings. 

“It’s all okay now. I’m here” he says as you lean on his shoulder, so ready to go to bed. 

🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:

Sir Pentious always loved coming to your room to show you his many zany inventions. Normally you welcome him in with open arms, a sweet smile on your face, but today was different.

When he knocked on your door, he was met with absolute silence, which isn't normal for you. When he listened a bit closer, though, he could hear your small sniffles. He trusted his gut and slowly opened the door, fully ready to be denied entry.

Instead, you looked at him shyly, turning away and crying. He could've sworn that he saw a… black eye?

He took this opportunity to come and sit next to you on your floor, placing his arm around you and letting you lean your head on his shoulder. 

When he noticed that you were calming down a bit, he asked you what was wrong.

You explained that while you were engaged in a turf war, some ruffian beat you up, and badly. The girl you had momentarily teamed up with had left you behind, and you were left to trek back to the hotel on your own, barely able to walk. 

You could see something change in his eyes. 

He curled his tail around you, his cool skin calming your nerves. He assured you that he was here now, and nothing like this would ever happen to you again. He then swiftly called his egg bois to entertain and comfort you while he prepared his airship. The idiot that did this to you was going to pay, and not just in turf.

😈🐣Lucifer🐣😈:

Bursting into Lucifer’s room, the only thing you could mutter is “Help” as you fell into his arms. 

He frantically carried you to a chair and tried to assess your injuries. Man, someone fucked you up, and badly. Too bad he would kill them before they could brag about their success. 

He rushed to find ANYTHING that could help you. Bandages, ice, your favorite food, a rubber duck, ANYTHING. 

When he finds you absolutely passed out asleep in the chair, he gently moves you to his bed and tries his best not to stir you. 

As he sits watching you, thinking of your beautiful smile (and how he’ll brutally kill the person who did this to you), he observes your features with great detail. 

When you wake up, you smile. Lucifer must have gone, but sitting on your table is a bowl of soup and… is that a rubber duck that looks like you?

[steddiealltheway]

Eddie’s having a strange day.

For once in his life, he’s not being treated like absolute shit by all the dumbass jocks of Hawkins High School.

In fact, they’re not even engaging with him at all. They’re looking at him, but they’re just not saying anything. Even when Eddie pretends to drop his stuff in front of Billy Hargrove, he doesn’t even laugh at him.

And while this should feel like the best day of Eddie’s life, he has an underlying feeling that this is all very very wrong.

Then, he knows the universe has decided to fuck with him or something when Tommy Hagan meets him at his “business transaction” table and instead of buying anything, he leans in and whispers, “Meet me at skull rock after school today.” And fucking plants a quick kiss to his cheek.

And hey. What the hell was that?

Yes, he’s seen the way Tommy looks at Steve Harrington to know there’s no way that there’s not a part of him that wants him in a way that is definitely not platonic.

But Eddie isn’t Steve Harrington (who makes every guy feel a little bit gay) he’s Eddie Munson. And this does not happen to him.

But, he reasons with himself that, hey, maybe he’s in a coma or something and this is his only chance to see what life would be like if he was… liked? That doesn’t seem to be the right word, but he doesn’t know how else to describe it.

Or maybe the universe decided he needs a break from his horrible second senior year.

Doubtful.

Nonetheless, he decides what the hell, why not go to skull rock and see what Tommy Hagan wants, despite everything in his being screaming THIS IS A BAD IDEA!!!

And a few feet into the forest, he hears the quick crunching of leaves and sticks as something approaches him and is nearly startled out of his skin by Steve Harrington of all people.

“You need to leave,” Steve pants out.

Eddie glances around and wonders if this is real.

“Eddie, I’m serious. You need to leave. Right now.”

Eddie crosses his arms. “Why?”

Steve sighs and runs his hands over his face. “Oh my god you remind me of Henderson. Okay. The basketball team is planning to ambush you because Billy thought it was a good idea or something. I don’t know. I overheard it in the locker room. And you have to leave.”

Eddie takes a moment to let it all sink in. And yeah, it adds up with the rest of the day, but also… “Why should I trust you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re Steve Harrington. You’re on the basketball team. What if you’re part of the trap?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m not really friends with any of them.” His head whips around when a cracking noise sounds out a good distance away. “Let’s go,” Steve says, grabbing Eddie’s hand and tugging him away.

Eddie plants his feet and stays in place. “You’re going to have to prove to me in some way that you’re not in on this.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair and pinches his lips together. “I don’t know how!”

“Then tell me why you’re going against all of them to help me.”

Steve’s brows furrow for a moment before he puts his hands on his hip. “Because I’ve been on the receiving end of a Billy attack and that was before he lost the little control he had over his sort of sister that like kept him weirdly grounded or something. But ever since, he’s been itching for a fight, okay? And he doesn’t hold back. He could kill you.”

Half of it doesn’t make sense to Eddie, but something about Steve’s tone makes him believe that he’s telling the truth. But there’s still a small part of him that wants to doubt him.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Steve asks, exasperated.

“If you’re in on it, you won’t be able to. Tommy barely even got my cheek-”

“He did what?”

“And,” Eddie continues, ignoring Steve, “if you’re not in on it, you’ll know that this means literally nothing to the both of us, and I’ll run back to my van immediately.”

Steve stares at him for a second as if he’s out of his mind - which he is, really - before stepping closer and asking, “You’ll really leave? Straight away? No poking around the woods because you’re curious?”

“Yeah,” he confirms with a nod. He smiles at Steve’s hesitation and says, “So, you are in on i-”

Only for Steve to quickly close the distance between them, weaving his hands into Eddie’s hair and pulling him close as he kisses him deeply, lingering for a few moments before pulling away, breath coming out heavier than before.

They both stare at each other for a moment, neither of them saying a word until another crunching sound appears closer than before and a voice calls out, “Eddie?”

Steve takes Eddie hand and runs, only for Eddie to pull him the other way toward his van, still slightly not trusting him although he’s pretty sure Steve’s tongue may have grazed the inside of his mouth. But that’s a thought for a later day.

As soon as the van is in sight, Eddie lets out a deep breath, happy to see it’s untouched before he runs and unlocks it, yelling for Steve to get in before starting it and taking off.

Once he’s on the road, he turns to Steve and asks, “You think we lost them?”

Steve nods and sighs, “I hope they don’t find my car though.”

“Where is it?” Eddie asks, quick to turn around when Steve directs him.

He’s not far from where Eddie was parked before, but with the risk of being discovered, Eddie is quick to stop his car and tell Steve, “Go!”

But Steve takes a moment and looks back at him, and Eddie’s suddenly scared that maybe he read this all wrong and Steve really is in on the trap. But then Steve asks, “And what if I asked you to convince me to go?”

It takes Eddie a second to register what the hell he’s talking about before he’s glancing back at the trees, searching for any movement before leaning over and breathing out, “I have got to be in a coma or something.”

There’s a brief sharp pain in his arm that has him yelping before he registers that Steve pinched him. “Maybe not,” Steve says, leaning closer to close the distance between them again, deepening the kiss in the short amount of time they have and quickly pulling away, leaving Eddie desperate for more.

“I’ll see you around. Thanks for listen to me,” Steve says before hopping out of the van and running to his car.

Eddie takes a moment to breathe before realizing he needs to get the hell out of there, and he quickly speeds off wondering if this is real life.

-:-:-:-:-:-

The next day, things go back to the way they used to be, but any time Tommy sees him, he turns an ugly shade of red which is accompanied by laughs of, “Eddie Munson stood you up.”

It’s nice at first, but two periods in, he’s already had enough of the dumb jabs people take at him until someone knocks a notebook out of his hands and it goes flying toward a nice blue pair of Adidas.

Eddie bends down at the same time as the other person does, and they both grab the book. When Eddie glances up, he makes eye contact with none other than Steve who gives him a small, private smile.

“Harrington,” Tommy says in an accusatory tone that has Steve frowning before standing back up, leaving the notebook in Eddie’s hand.

As he walks away, he turns back and gives him an apologetic smile that makes Eddie wonder if this is what Romeo and Juliet felt like.

The thought makes his nose wrinkle up before he stands up and goes about his day as if he doesn’t know what it’s like to be kissed by Steve Harrington. And a big part of him hopes that maybe he’ll get another weird day where Steve Harrington plays hero for him. And another part of him hopes that if he really is in a coma, he’ll wake up with Steve waiting for him on the other side.

[jellieland]

(Spoilers for. Real life?? I guess???)

---

Five figures stand, solemn, at the celestial summit of nowhere. They discuss matters of great import, and observe the fragile gossamer thread that is all that surrounds them, and-

Oh. No, nope, nevermind. They're just arguing again, aren't they.

"-don't know what you expect ME to do about it!" snaps the Red One.

"I don't know, Grian, how about literally anything?" asks the Scarlet Moon, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, you could at least tell us what's going on out there," says the Ruby Star. "I don't think that's too much to ask, Grian."

"Riiight, like that'll help," says the Bloody Victor, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Martyn, do you have to make this difficult every single time?" snaps the Red One. "Anyway, we've got loads of time to work this out. It's only just started, even if it was a bit earlier than I thought it would be," he grumbles, irritated.

"Oh! Look!" calls the Coquelicot Loner, from where he is peering away from their circle at something that would look, to anyone but the five present, entirely indistinguishable from any other patch of the universe. "They must be done! Someone's coming!"

"What?" The Red One frowns. "Don't be ridiculous, Scar, there's no way-"

A brilliant beam of starlight shoots down from the heavens, and tears through their little circle like a formula one car cutting through the middle of a picnic.

It leaves behind...

Huh.

What. What is that.

There is... a. Person? But the proportions are all wrong, nothing this world has ever seen before. The limbs are mismatched, twisted, not quite connected. The movement is... disturbingly smooth, except when it jerks and jumps at seemingly random moments.

Whatever they are, they regain their balance, look around, and... laugh. "Oh, hey guys!" they say. "You know, I really didn't think this counted. But here we are, I guess!"

"Mom?" says the Coquelicot Loner, squinting at her. "Why are you short?"

"Oh my god, Scar, you can't just ask people why they're short," says the Ruby Star, apparently on autopilot.

"Yeah, and, uh, not to be rude, but more like why are you an eldrich horror? But, like, more so than usual?" says the Bloody Victor, backing up and looking rather alarmed.

They raise an eyebrow. "Oh, we're doing this now, are we?" They shake their head. "You know what this is perfectly well. We did another game, and I won. Deeply surprising, I know, but here we are!"

The Scarlet Moon tilts her head. "I mean, not that it's not nice to have you here, I guess, but that seemed real quick for a whole game, Cleo."

"Yes, thank you Pearl," says the Red One, narrowing his eyes. "I quite agree. Just how violent WAS this one that it's already finished? And WHY was I not informed?"

Cleo laughs. "To be honest I don't think anyone expected it to matter. And, I mean, sure it was violent, they always are, but it was all pretty light-hearted to be honest! Not a lot of drama, you know." She looks around, and seems to remember something. "Oh, Scott, I let a zombie kill you at the end! Sorry about that, I didn't realise quite how low you were. It was pretty funny, though."

The Ruby Star blinks, and shrugs. "I mean, fair enough. Hey, that means Divorce Quartet is all here, now!"

The Coquelicot Loner squints. "...Does that make you my stepdad, Scott?"

"No," says Cleo.

"God no," says the Ruby Star. "For, just, so many reasons."

"Yeah, I am not doing that again," says Cleo.

"So... So, hang on," says the Red One. "You're saying, in your game, it was all just. Cool and fine and calm. No pain or blood or sacrifice. No agonising entangled web of alliances. No cold-blooded, cold-hearted backstabbing?"

("Hey!" says the Bloody Victor.)

"I mean there was plenty of blood, technically. And Martyn did sort of try to stab everyone in the back and then run away."

("...Yeah, ok, fine," says the Bloody Victor.)

"But no, not much emotional turmoil, all in all! It was pretty chill, really!" They glance around the circle. "It was nice to see Ren again, too! I think he was off roleplaying with Martyn most of the time, though."

"I'm going to kill you," says the Bloody Victor, despairingly. "How is that fair?!"

"Life isn't fair," says the Scarlet Moon.

"Oh, you-"

"Can you shut up for five minutes," snaps the Red One.

As the bickering continues, the Coquelicot Loner and Ruby Star sidle up to Cleo, avoiding her wavering, eldritch outline.

"So!" says the Coquelicot Loner. "How's dad?"

Cleo gives him a look. "Scar," they say.

He holds up his hands. "Ok, ok! Just asking!"

She shakes her head, not without affection. "Is this really all you do here? Just stand around and irritate each other?"

"No!" says the Coquelicot Loner, seemingly deeply offended.

"Yeah, pretty much," says the Ruby Star.

"Ok well that's stupid," says Cleo.

"Yes," says the Red One, having extricated himself from the continuing altercation between the other two. "This is extremely stupid." He claps his hands, drawing everyone's attention and finally ending the argument, for now. "All in favour of erasing the past few minutes from existence and pretending none this ever happened?"

"Aye," says everyone but Cleo.

"What," says Cleo.

"It means you get to go home and you don't have to stands around in a circle with us lot for the rest of eternity," says the Scarlet Moon.

"Oh. Yeah, definitely do that," says Cleo.

"Wonderful," says the Red One, and clicks his fingers.

...

Five figures stand, solemn, at the celestial summit of nowhere. They discuss matters of great import, and observe the fragile gossamer thread that is all that surrounds them, and-

The Coquelicot Loner speaks. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it! Do you-"

"I thought we just agreed that didn't happen, Scar," snaps the Red One.

Oh, ok. Alright, they're arguing again.

Yeah, we probably don't have to stick around and listen to this any longer, either. I don't expect it's going to change anytime soon.

[worksby-d]

They Can't Take What's Ours

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: You overhear some people talking about your and Andy’s relationship and you don't want Andy seeing that it bothered you, but he's too attentive. 

Warnings: Age gap, established relationship, terrible coworkers, hurt/comfort-type vibes, sooo soft. 

Word count: ~2,200

a/n: A lovely anon asked if I could write something inspired by Ours - Taylor Swift so this is my take on that <3

Divider by @.saradika

Your hurried steps come to a pause right outside the door to Andy’s office. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath in, but can’t get yourself to let out more than a few shallow ones. 

Normally you’d be elated to have an excuse to see him for a few seconds in the middle of the day, but you know as soon as you walk in his face will drop. You can only conceal so much from him. He knows you too well and will see your bad day written all over your face, even if you are somehow able to muster a fake smile real quick.

Walk in, grab what you need, and walk out, you tell yourself. 

Someone turning the corner into the hallway you’re stalling in is your final push to finally walk in so no one else passes you and wonders what you’re doing outside his office.

Your eyes are on the ground, but you hear his voice, telling you he’s on the phone. You’re able to let out a discreet breath of relief as you reach for the file you came for and quickly turn to walk back out. 

The doorway is within reach when you hear him tell whoever’s on the other end of the call that he needs to put them on hold for just a moment. 

“Y/N?” 

It’s not like you to be in such a hurry with him. He caught a glimpse of your face and just needs to know you're okay. 

Overly conscious of the fact anyone could be in earshot, you answer with, “Yeah, Mr. Barber?” 

He knows for certain now that something's off since you didn't just use his first name. There’s zero reason for the formality right now. 

You avoid turning back to him, but he’s a step ahead of you, making his way across the room to gently grab you before you can walk out. He swiftly closes the door so there's no chance of anyone seeing you guys. 

“Stay, please,” he asks, letting go of you for just a second so he can step back to his desk to pick the phone back up and let them know he has to call them back. 

He waves his hand for you to follow him into the meeting room connected to his office for a better sense of privacy. 

“What's wrong?” 

The concern lacing his voice makes you feel bad, and you know he'll stand here with you all day if he has to to get something out of you. 

“I'm fine,” is the best you can offer.

You haven't allowed your eyes to meet his once though. He brings a hand up, using his fingers to gently move your head so you're finally looking at him. Your eyes look puffy and your makeup looks different than it did this morning, like some has been rubbed off. 

“Have you been crying?” 

“Can we talk about it later, please?” 

He pauses. He doesn't want to wait until later. He wants to help make you feel better now.

“I promise I'm fine, I just need to get back to work.” 

A small defeated frown tugs at his lips. 

“Okay… Later,” he says softly, but it's stern too. He’ll hold you to that. 

He leans to give you a quick kiss before walking you out, but you turn your face so his lips land on your cheek.

He holds back from pressing it any longer though, following as you walk out so he can open his door for you. 

“Meet me back here later so we can decide where to have dinner tonight?” 

“Sure,” you nod, forcing a small smile before leaving. 

He’s never ready to leave on time, so you walk into his office quietly when you come back at the end of the day, not wanting to interrupt anything. 

“Hey…” You speak softly to get his attention. 

He looks up right away, greeting you with a smile. “Hey, sweetheart.”

His glance lingers, taking in the sight of you looking better than when he last saw you. Your eyes aren’t swollen anymore and you’re not so tensed up.

“I knew you wouldn’t be ready to go yet,” you laugh a little, closing the door behind you before making your way across the room to sit on his lap. 

“You know me so well,” he teases. “I’m almost done, I promise.”

Truthfully, he’s not getting any closer to being done, only pretending to finish up while he waits for you to address the elephant in the room. 

When you don’t say anything, he breaks the silence for you. 

“It’s later… You wanna talk about it?” 

You shake your head, letting out a short laugh. “Not really.”

He has a hand resting on your thigh, holding you in place. He strokes his thumb gently telling you he’s ready to listen. 

“I overheard some people talking about us today when I walked by one of the breakrooms,” you start. 

Finally looking into his eyes, you expect him to start asking questions, but his brows just knit together, waiting for you to go on. 

“About how they don’t get us, assuming I’m somehow using you,” you recall. You wish you would have just walked away, but you couldn’t. “And something about you not being able to date anyone closer to your age because no one older than me would put up with your baggage, or whatever.”

“Who?” He asks quietly, but he sounds serious. “I’ll take care of it–”

“No, please,” you beg softly. “That’ll make it worse.”

“I don’t want anyone around here making you cry.”

“I know,” you chuckle, sniffling a little. “But you doing anything would just give them more to talk about.”

The look on his face softens, and he brings a hand up to wipe a few tears that escaped off your cheeks. 

“It’s not like we’re all over each other. It just caught me off guard to hear anyone talking about us, I guess. I don’t know why they would be…”

You’re both conscious about keeping your relationship private at work. You’re aware that most people probably know you’re together since you come in together and show up to events together. But most days you go without seeing each other at all until you meet like this to go back home at the end of the day.

“Sounds like they need more work to do if standing around talking about other people in the building fits into their schedules…”

“Andy,” you laugh a little, shaking your head at him. “It’s okay. I don’t know why it bothered me so much.”

He lets it go, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead. 

“I know what it’s like to hear people talking behind your back…” He says softly.

Of course he does. Anything you heard is minuscule compared to what he’s probably dealt with before. 

He kisses the sympathetic look off your face. “I know what’ll make you feel better though.”

His hand leaves your leg so he can reach into one of his pockets, pulling out your engagement ring. He only proposed a couple days ago and you haven’t worn your ring at work yet, but you ask him to hold onto it for you so it’s not laying at home. 

“Can I give this back to you?”

“Yes please,” you giggle, holding out your hand for it. 

But he insists on putting it on your finger for you. “Let me.”

You smile at the diamonds glistening back at you, but it quickly fades as you look back up at him. 

“I’m sorry I don’t wear it here yet,” you whisper.

“You don’t have to,” he shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

He knows it’s not insecurity about your relationship. Your yes when he asked you to marry him a few days ago came out faster than he could have ever hoped for. It doesn’t cross his mind to question you over leaving it off just these few hours each day. He knows you like to keep things private, that you’ve never been one to overshare at work. It’s a wonder how he somehow broke through your guarded exterior all those months ago and became such a big part of your life. 

“I love you.” You kiss his cheek and move to get up. “I’ll let you finish up.”

“No, this can wait,” he says, quickly tidying up his desk, and gets up behind you. “Let’s get out of here.”

Your hand instinctively finds his, intertwining your fingers as you walk out together. You freeze for a split second though. “Oh– We didn’t decide on dinner…”

“I got it figured out,” he assures, giving your hand a squeeze to keep you walking. 

The car is quiet as he drives, your exhaustion from the day setting in now that you've gotten away from work. You let your heavy eyelids fall closed, only as a means of resting your eyes, but the way you jump when you feel Andy’s hand on your shoulder, you figure you did accidentally fall into a light sleep. 

“We’re here.” He gently shakes your shoulder before getting out of the car so he can walk around to open your door for you. 

You kind of knew where he was taking you based on the direction he headed when you left work. 

Luckily, he and you share a favorite restaurant. You frequent it as often as you can, the staff always joking that you're keeping them in business each time you walk in the door. 

You know something is up when the hostess at the front doesn't walk you to a table though.

“I know where we're going,” Andy winks at her and she just smiles, laughing at the questioning look you flash at each of them. 

He swaps which hand he's using to hold yours so his other can rest on your lower back as he guides you to one of the secluded corners. None of the tables are being used except one that’s set nicely with some candles and already has glasses of water and appetizers on it. 

“Is this for us?” 

Andy laughs at how you do that thing again where you stop in your tracks and he gets tugged back too because he's holding your hand. 

“How did you do this?” 

“I asked them very nicely and promised a lot of big tips for everyone who helped set it up,” he explains, pulling you closer to wrap his arms around you. “I called shortly after you were in my office earlier. I just wanted a nice evening alone with you.” 

“You're crazy,” you whisper against his chest, letting out a small laugh. 

“Maybe,” he teases, dropping his hands from your back to grab yours again to bring you to the table. 

You pull him into the same side of the booth with you before he can pretend he doesn't want to. 

As soon as you're settled, a waiter is greeting you guys, helping move the plate and set of silverware on the other side of the table to the side you're both on. 

“Can I get either of you something else to drink?” 

“Uh, yes,” you chuckle, definitely in need of alcohol after the day you had. 

Andy orders a drink too and expects the waiter to walk away right away, but he looks back to you. 

“Could I see your I.D. quick, miss?” 

“Oh! Yeah–” You have to dig through your bag to find it. 

“You don't wanna see mine?” Andy scoffs, joking with him. “What are you saying, man?” 

“I mean, if you wanna show me yours too…” He laughs, holding up his hands as if to say by all means. “But I believe you.” 

“Unbelievable–” 

You playfully swat at Andy. “Leave him alone.”

Reaching across with your card, you tell the guy to ignore the pity party he's throwing.

He likes to joke about these things, but you can tell he goes through small bouts of seriously realizing he's getting older. 

“Don't pout,” you tease, bringing a hand up to his face to physically turn his frown upside down. 

“I'm not,” he grumbles quietly.

He pulls you closer and you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling completely relaxed for the first time today. 

“You know what bothers me the most, right?” You break the moment of silence by reflecting on why you were so upset today. “I thought about it on the way here.” 

“What is it?” 

“It's not about people talking about our relationship,” you shake your head. “I know what we have and it's nobody else’s business. But I hate hearing anyone’s negative thoughts like that about you. You're the nicest, kindest guy and it hurts to hear anyone doubt that or doubt that I'm the luckiest person in the world for being with you.”

“I do have baggage though…” He tries to joke. 

“But that doesn't matter,” you chuckle. “Everyone does.” 

“Don't you worry your pretty little mind about me,” he whispers, turning enough to urge you to lift your head off of him. “I don't care what they say.” 

“I love you,” you smile, leaning to give him a kiss. 

“I love you, too.” 

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[metalotaku-da]

Dcxdp Danny phantom and klarion are friends.

Danny as the ghost king who loves to prank loves teaching a younger appearance klarion all kinds of fun gags and tricks of magical nature. It's like the younger sibling he always wanted. And is a nice break from some of his royal duties. But things have been a little busier than usual they haven't gotten to really get out and have fun. Danny is 30 looks 20. Klarion is looking 14. But in the thousands for age.

Klarion is bored and upset. He wants time with Danny to himself. No interruption from clockwork or the eternal. Other ghosts. No one. It's not fair. He needs a plan to sneak Danny out of the infinite realm, hide him and not be the fall guy when they get caught. Because it's clockwork they will be caught it's the when. He needs someone else to do the summoning work. But who and how.

He lands on John Constantine. Clockwork doesn't like him much. And Danny inherited all the old kings claims. So he be able use that if things got dicey. And klarion is not a fan either of the jerk. To buddy buddy with nabou. So he has a fall guy to blame for the summoning. Just needs to setup a prank so good that John thinks he has no choice but to summon someone who could destroy the world.

Takes him a week to land on act like I'm gonna do it so he has to first. Easy. And he can brag to a bunch of villains to really drive the urgency. Perfect.

Plan worked like a charm. Maybe to good though. John got a bunch of heroes to help. No good no good. John is lieing to his super jerk friends. Klarion can see the seal. It will make Danny weaker and lock him to the jerk like a dog on a leash. Not to the artifact he said they could lock him away with. He's gotta fix this quick. He drops in the pawns he recruited to distract. While discreetly changing the ruin on the summoning without mucking it up so it doesn't work. All while fighting zantana, and racing the circle lighting up.

The summoning is completed. But something obviously went very very wrong. Klarion has teakle distract zantana while he goes over the summoning again to see what he shifted. Oopsie. The ruin for shrinking power turned to shrinking age. But thats ok. It can be fixed later. Maybe. Probably. He didn't get the teather changed before it set. But that's an easy fix by killing Constantine. But his friend is here. And now they can really play. So it's all good. Klarion is ecstatic. So much so teakle runs to him as he shrinks causing one of the supers to over swing on an attack on his familiar.

But Danny needs a minute. As he blinks wearily on his feet. Rubbing at his face. Ugh summoning. He hates summoning. And this had to be a strong one. Because he couldn't resist like most of them. Whatever once the brain fog clears he'll be good and can really give the jerks who did a real stern talking to. Or maybe he'll scare them. That sounds better. Standing infront of him is a blonde man looking like a dirty drunk cop dective from TV. Who is gapping at him as a cigarette burns on the ground at his feet. This guy has to be like a gaint too cause Danny has to really crane his head back to look up at his face. There is a bunch of commotion going on but he's to focuses on this weird feeling he has towards this weirdo. Who seems like he's confused. Maybe it was an accident. Whatever. Danny still isn't happy. He puts his hands on his hips. "Hey jerk face! What do you think your doing?" Then Danny's eyes went wide. "Oh by the ancients is that my voice! What's wrong with my voice!" Danny now clutched his throat before waving his arms wildly at the creepy man. "What did you to me you weirdo! I sound like a baby!"

"It a bloody fucking child."

"It's bad to cuss infront of kids Constantine." Someone else says outside the circle.

Danny's head snaps their direction. Danny's eyes widen as he puts his hand into view looking at himself panic taking over and he looks around at all these tall people looking at him or fighting. He opens his mouth to scream in fear or frustration he doesn't know till he hears a voice he recognizes.

"Don't wail, don't wail!" Danny closes his mouth and looks around for the source.

"Klarion?"

"Sorry my bad. I messed up change the circle so it wouldn't weaken you. And well oopsie " klarion rushed into the circle hugging little Danny tight. "But you are here. So now we can play." Klarion gasped as he pulled back from Danny. "I can be the big brother now!"

"Noooooo, klarion I was already a little brother. I wanted to be a big brother more." Danny whined. His white hair flopping over as he rolled his head in complaint.

"To bad. I'm the big brother now. We are gonna have so much fun. You just have to get rid of this looser so we can go do our thing." Klarion gestured towards Constantine.

[upsidedownmvnson]

reader is insecure about big boobs | eddie munson

warnings: reader is insecure about big boobies :(

requested by anon <3

"What's left on the list, my love?"

Eddie Munson was a powerhouse of a boyfriend, always. Not in sheer strength, but just in general boyfriendiness. Today you guys were out and about in town, just running errands for you. So far today you'd gotten your haircut, went to the dentist, did the groceries for your house, dropped something off to your friend, and now you guys were at the mall, eating french fries and taking a little break.

Not once did Eddie get annoyed, bored, or impatient. He just followed along, performing finger drum songs in various waiting rooms while you were busy. In fact, you'd told him it would be boring but he insisted that he be your private chariot for the day.

You unfold the weak paper. It's been folded and unfolded this sheet so many times that it was just begging to fall apart. The blue pen was fading as if you hadn't written this last night.

You sigh, "just bra shopping."

"Best for last," Eddie grinned, rubbing his hands together.

Obviously, he'd never been bra shopping before. You had. You would spend the next hour trying on bras that don't fit and will end up paying forty bucks for a bra you don't even like, and barely fit into, like one weight flux and it would start gathering dust in your drawer.

But what are you supposed to do? They never have your size, and when they do they're neon pink, or have the same effect as a sports bra, and you already wore a sports bra enough. You wanted something sexy, something to push up the girls and say, "hey look at me! I probably don't have stretch marks from being pulled down to her belly button all the time!"

But you do...

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes before you could even say anything else. Bra shopping is the worst and you'd already had a long day.

"Hey, hey," Eddie said softly, recognizing the overwhelmed look in your eye. He stood up and shimmied around so he could sit beside you in the booth. "What happened? What's wrong, Petal?"

"Maybe we should just call it," you said, wiping at a tear that managed to sneak out. "And I can do this tomorrow."

"Wouldn't you like to just get it out of the way? I can help you real quick and then I can take you home, we can set up a movie night and just relax the rest of the day? How's that sound?"

It sounded really good. And the way he spoke softly and kindly reassured you that he's got your back, and he probably wouldn't even laugh at you if you told him the truth, which you were considering. Maybe he could even help?

"What if I can't find anything?"

"Then I'll take you somewhere else."

"What is they laugh at me?"

"Then I'll burn the store down."

You laughed, and he smiled, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. He kissed the top of your head a few times before resting his chin on your head.

"C'mon Petal, tell me what's bothering you."

"Eddie, have you ever been bra shopping? I have watermelons strapped to my chest, nothing fits! And when it does it gives me uniboob. And uniboob even costs like a thousand dollars - and even then, I'm- I'm..." you sniffle, trying not to cry in the middle of the food court.

"Baby..." he cooed, holding you tightly. He didn't care if people saw the pda, he would comfort you when and where you needed it. You couldn't see his face, but where you imagined him cringing, he was just smiling sadly. He hated that you felt like this. "I wish you saw what I saw."

"I wish you felt what I felt," you said. "They're literally weighing me down."

"I have a solution."

"That's not you just holding them up all day?"

"I do not have a solution."

"It's just frustrating."

"I know baby," he said, "Can I just... I don't want to make it worse but baby, you are so gorgeous. Top to bottom, just perfection. I know you might hate them, but personally..." Eddie sighed, you were still smushed into his chest, but pulled away to see his face. He pushed his own chin into his neck to look down at you, but somehow still looked ridiculously beautiful. He grinned. "Personally I like when they spill through my fingers."

"Eddie!"

"What!? It's so true, there's so much to grab. To kiss. Ugh, just suffocate me with them so I can die happy."

You giggled, "Okay you win for now. Let's go do this - but if I need to talk to an employee I'm making you do it."

"Deal."

As you gathered your stuff, Eddie watched you. Honestly shocked that someone as beautiful as you even found time to bother with insecurities. He would do literally anything to make you see yourself the way that he sees you.

He takes your bags, holding the girly shopping bags with no hesitation or problem.

And he says, "but I can help you hold them up later, right?"

[harryslittlefreakk]

dr. styles

Summary: fratboy!harry is a surgical resident in your class, and he helps you to relieve some stress*

Word count: 1745

Warnings: smutty, oral (f receiving), 18+

A/n: i’ve been watching too much greys anatomy and some kind of lhh/alex karev mash up needed to be written . not proofread!

my masterlist can be found here!

You slumped against the door, too exhausted to even get to bed. Your eyelids were heavy, threatening to close if you blinked for too long. You knew being a surgical resident would be exhausting, but this case was eating at you in a way you rarely experienced. Your patient was having seizures every few hours and you had no idea why. Pages of medical journals were swimming around your mind, but you couldn’t find anything that made any sense.

“D’ya need to be carried to bed, princess?” A voice spoke up from one of the bunks. Harry Styles, your bastard colleague. He was one of the men who got into medicine for the glory, for fun stories to tell women who thought he was a hero. He was one of the most arrogant and selfish people you’d ever met. “No, dickwad,” you retorted, too tired to be truly annoyed. Your feet dragged towards a bed on the opposite side of the room, suddenly hating how small the on-call room felt. You liked to keep a bigger distance, for your professional (and personal) sake. If anything was going to get you cut from this program, it wouldn’t be him.

Harry rolled over to look at you, flipping his shoulder-length hair out of his face. You hated his hair as much as his personality. He was forever whipping it around, running a hand through the top, generally fiddling with it in the hopes that young, impressionable women would appear. He was handsome, sure. If you met him at a bar you’d probably lust over him for the night, but he wasn’t anything to write home about. You groaned, covering your face with your forearm as you felt his eyes on you. “What?” He asked, feigning innocence. You rolled your eyes and turned away, slamming a pillow over your head. You needed to sleep so badly, but between your patient and Harry’s presence, you would need to count at least 2 billion sheep.

You only turned back around when you felt a great big lump weighing down the end of the mattress. “What now?” You snapped, glaring up at the man now sitting on your bed. “Jeez, Anna is pissed today too. There’s too many women in this damn hospital, you guys probably all synced up or something,” Harry scoffed, but kept his ass firmly planted where it was. “Fuck off, Harry.” You tried to kick at him, but he caught your ankle with one quick grab. “Seriously, I’m not in the mood. I can’t figure out this case and I need to sleep. Go away,” you half-shouted, now wishing you’d never even tried to rest.

“Tell me about your patient and I’ll leave you alone,” Harry offered, somewhat dejectedly. You sat up and told him all about her seizures, her medical history, everything you knew. He simply shrugged in response. You rubbed harshly at your temples, breathing a sigh of relief as he stood up. But Harry only stalked over to the door, locked it, and then resumed his position on your bed. “Harry, I’m not joking with you. I really need my rest,” you groaned. He knew exactly how to rub you the wrong way. “You’re a real bitch when you’re tired, y’know that?” he replied, coming to lay down behind you. You pushed yourself as far into the wall as you could, not bothering to even ask what he thought he was doing. “Hey, relax. I’m not trying anything. I just know it’s easier to sleep when someone’s with you,” Harry told you, wriggling his forearm under your head. Your body relaxed slightly at this. He was right. You always slept better with someone next to you, and these beds were hardly known for their comfort.

“She could have an aneurysm, y’know.” You barely heard what Harry had mumbled. Turning around to face him, you asked him to repeat himself. “An aneurysm,” you repeated. “That’s it! She had a fall recently. Didn’t even get checked out but that could explain everything!” You were laughing now, so relieved to at least have an idea of what was going on. “Oh Harry, I could-“

“You could what? Huh?” he smirked, glancing from your eyes to your lips. Harry had never wanted to admit how hot he found you, even at your meanest you were still one of the prettiest girls in the world to him. He stroked a soft hand across your cheek, leaning closer as he muttered, “do this?”

His lips met yours softly at first, waiting for you to shove him away. Instead, you opened your mouth wider for him, slipping your tongue past his teeth. He moaned against your mouth as your tongues battled for dominance, a fire brewing deep in your core. Harry pulled you on top of him, taking handfuls of your soft ass in his hands. “Maybe I should solve your cases more often,” he smirked against your mouth, deepening the kiss. “Maybe you should,” you replied, flipping the two of you around so Harry’s big body was above you. You rushed to pull each others clothes off, separating your mouths for as little time as possible.

You’d never realised what an incredible body he had under his scrubs. A chiselled six pack, tattoos littering his torso, and a deep v-line poking out of his boxers. You traced his inked laurels sitting just above the band of his pants with a careful fingertip, before dragging your hands up his body. Your kisses were hot and heavy now, saliva sitting on both of your swollen bottom lips. Harry pushed you back, pressing a hand to your belly to make sure you were flush with the bed, before hooking a long finger inside of your panties. He looked down at you as if asking for permission, and when you nodded, he slipped a digit inside of your opening. “So wet for me already baby girl,” he moaned, withdrawing his finger and licking it clean of your juices. You squirmed under him, lusting after the way his tongue moved skilfully around his fingers. “Harry,” you panted, “more please.”

“And here I was thinking you didn’t like me.” Harry’s words came out in a singsong tune, his trademark smirk nestled between two dimples. He pulled your panties down your legs, sliding down the bed as his arms moved, before nudging your inner thighs with his nose. Before you’d even fully opened yourself up to him, Harry was getting a taste of your pretty pussy. He lapped at your folds, moaning into you with every flick of his tongue. Your hands found his hair almost instantly, grabbing and clawing for something to hold onto. A loud groan tumbled out of your mouth as his lips moved to suckle on your clit. You’d never imagined someone’s mouth could bring you this much pleasure, let alone this mouth. “Fuck, harry,” you moaned, watching his head dive between your legs. “Gotta be quiet baby,” he reminded you, moving a hand up to brush your mouth. You nodded, whimpering under his fingers. He slipped a digit or two from his free hand under his tongue, moving inside you in a beckoning motion. Your back arched, feeling your core tighten. “I’m gonna come Harry, I’m-“

He shushed you as you panted. “I know baby. I’m gonna get y’there, okay?” His fingers and his tongue worked faster now, the idea of your sweet come on his lips almost too much to bear. Your head lulled back as your body began to shake, thighs closing in around his head. His long moan vibrating against your pussy tipped you over the edge. You pulled a pillow over your mouth as you cried out his name, hips bucking into his hand as he rode you through your orgasm.

You collapsed back into the bed, panting heavily. That was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. “Needed that, sweet girl?” Harry cooed, hands snaking up your body. His face was covered in your juices, his lips glistening with your come. As you were about to pull him in for a kiss, he flipped you onto your front. “My turn now,” he drawled in your ear, pushing his boxers down his thighs. You heard the familiar snap of a condom before feeling the head of his cock nudging at your entrance. His hand landed a heavy blow on your asscheek before he peppered it with kisses. You were delirious already from the sheer thickness of just his tip. You pushed your hips up towards him fervently, ready to have your mind blown again. Harry pushed into you in one thrust, pulling your asscheeks apart to watch himself enter you. “Fuck Harry, you’re so big,” you whined, his huge cock splitting you in half. He pulled out slow, moaning as he watched himself re-enter your tight pussy. Your walls were clenched around him, pulling and pushing your come along his shaft. The sounds were obscene.

Harry reached around and gripped your throat, his free hand steadying himself on the bed behind you. He fucked into you fast, months of built up annoyance and rivalry shooting pleasure deep inside of you. His cock reached sweet spots you didn’t even know you had, you were full to the brim with him. “You feel so fucking good princess,” he groaned, leaning down to bite at your earlobe. “Fuck, Harry! Stay there, stay there, please,” you begged, the angle of his thick tip perfectly hitting your g-spot. He thrust into you faster and harder, fingers digging into the sides of your throat. Your moans were strained, the tightness sending a rush of blood into your head. Before you could even register it, you were coming again. Soaking his shaft in thick, creamy come. Harry watched it ooze out of you, settling at the base of his cock as you whined and squirmed underneath him. He’d never seen anything so sexy. His pace was slipping now, fucking your come back into you in a slower, sloppier fashion. Feeling your opening tighten around him as you came was too much for Harry to take. He cried your name as he came violently, legs shaking under him. Harry collapsed beside you, rubbing a hand over your lower back, after throwing the condom into the bin.

“Should we get some sleep now, sweet girl?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. You were already snoring sweetly, exhausted after your two big climaxes.

[spencerreidsbookfairy]

apologize

yallllllllllllll if you want this to be a series pls lmk and alsooo should she forgive them and not write songs about them or should she??/

I just sat there.  Listening to them but i wasn't gonna bitch out and change my set, my set was awesome my 3 grammys tell me that 

Stage time

The crowd is filled with famous faces im more nervous about the team then the other celebs that surrounded me as i walk on stage they give a kind clap i decide to shake the team a little bit as i remember they have no idea i heard them 

‘’ ahh guys im so grateful to be here ’ as you guys know i made the song what was i made for, for the barbie movie which was amazing and i can talk about it for hours  

but i will try and make this quick i don’t wanna have you guys fall asleep mid song.’’

The team is in my direct eye of sight i see each and every one of their faces drop especially spencers 

The instrumental starts playing

I used to float, now I just fall down

I used to know but I'm not sure now

What I was made for

What was I made for?  

I take a short  pause during that pause i look at the team who still looks uneasy after my comment

Good

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal

Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

Just something you paid for

What was I made for?

I think in my head “the songs almost over three more songs and you'll never have to see those assholes again.’’

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I'm not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I'm made for

Something I'm made for.

The audience claps, genuine claps the faces of happy celebs that enjoyed my performance buried the insecurity that my songs, my career wasn't good enough the team also claps i assume its because they don’t wanna look bitter.

“Today has been such a blessing thank you guys so much.’’

I leave the stage leaving to my dressing room

I knew Spencer would try to come and find me but i didn't think he'd bring the team too.

‘’Hey.’’ spencer says his team practically hiding behind him

“ hey’’ i say back what else can i say my mind i all over the place

‘’ you were outstanding out there everyone loved you, im proud’’

Hm. proud.

‘’Proud? Proud of me? Or your team for not falling asleep mid song.”

The room was so quiet you could hear a strand of hair drop.

‘’I would say it isn't what it sounded like but that wouldn't be true.”

His team is looking at each other figuring out if they should say something

The peppy girl garcia says something first, well she tries to

“ we owe you such-”

“No.”

“No?” she says voice shaky

“You didn't say anything wrong matter of fact you were the only one who defended me, not even he did” I say as I point a finger at Spencer who just looks down in shame and guilt.

“Listen y/n you gotta understand we just want  what's best for reid-”

“Exactly’’ jj chimes in “it's nothing personal were just overprotective” she says with a nervous giggle

“Obviously we were immature and went way too far to attack your profession’’ emily says breaking her silence

Now, i'm a sensitive person i can’t help but choke up while trying to stick up for myself against 5 people 

“i..’ ‘ you can hear me about to cry i look down so i don’t have to see their pity faces 

Where did my confidence go why can’t i talk without crying

“I just wanted to impress you guys with this performance you guys were so cool and nice in my eyes”

They all look so guilty when they can literally hear the cry in my throat.

‘’And you” i say while looking at spencer ‘’ you made me feel like you understood me, understood my music, why i make music.’’ 

“I do!” spencer tries to defend 

‘’ no, or else you would have DEFENDED me instead of bitching out and agreeing with your friends’’

I have never been in a room this quiet

“Anyway i wanna get home and shower its been a long day’’

I get up to walk away and spencer tries to stop me but i pull away and grab my stuff and leave

Prove them right. Make a song about them.

[th3casscad3]

Time Gone Wrong??

After Rummaging Through Your Dusty Old Attic, You Found A Box Full Of Your Grandparents Things From The 1930's. Curious, You Touch A Watch That Leads You Back To Its Time. Suddenly, You Find Yourself Standing On The Sidewalk Dressed In 1930's Fashion.. Warnings/Triggers: Dark Humor, Time Error, Going Back In Time, Time Traveling, Serial Killer Radio Host, G!N Reader. Characters: 3, 568 ************************************************************************ It Was A Boring Weekend, Around The Time Of Spring Cleaning. So Today, You Decided To Tackle Through Your Attic, You Figured You Could Turn It Into Something New. So, As You Were Going Through And Cleaning Out Old Boxes You Found A Box With Your Grandparents Name On It. Curious, You Decide To Pause Your Cleaning And Take The Box Downstairs To Your Living Room. You Find Picture Albums, Jewelry, Letters, And What Seemed To Be An Old Pocket Watch. However, It Held A Name You Didn't Recognized. You Read The Name Aloud " Alastor, 1930's. " You Admired The Silver Watch. It Had A Beautiful Silver Chain Connected To It And It Seemed To Be In Delicate Shape. When You Opened The Watch Up You Were Suddenly Sleepy. You Closed Your Eyes For A Quick Second. When You Opened Your Eyes Again You Found Yourself Outside..? You Were On The Sidewalk Passing People Who Were Dressed In 1930's Attire. Strange, You Thought. You Looked Down At Your Hand To Find The Watch Still In. You Placed It Around Your Neck. Thats When You Caught A Full Glimpse Of Your Attire, You Were Dressed Head To Toe In 1930 Apparel. " What The Fu- " You Said But You Were Suddenly Cut Off With The Laughter Of A Man. You Looked Up To See A Tall Man Standing In Front Of You. He Wore A White Buttoned Shirt With A Brown Vest And Bow Tie. His Bottoms Were Black Slacks And Dress Down Shoes. You Noticed He Wore Black Gloves. He Had Honey Skin And Beautiful Chocolate Eyes. He Wore Round Glasses And His Hair Was A Dusty Brown Color. " Pardon Me, I Had To Interrupt Your Little Breakdown But I Believe You Are Wearing My Pocket Watch, Yes..? " He Wore A Wide Smile And Stuck Out His Hand. You Simply Blinked At Him With A Dumbfounded Expression. " Are You Alastor 1930's? " You Blurted Out, A Bit Louder Than You Had Hoped. " Why, The One And Only! You Might Have Heard Of Me From My Radio Show! " His Smile Grew As So Did His Hand. " Now, Be A Dear And Hand Me Back What's Mine. " You Nodded And Gave Him Back His Watch. Something About This Man Put A Weird Smile On Your Face. You Noticed Him About To Leave When Suddenly You Asked " Wait, Alastor! Do You Mind Showing Me Around. I'm Quite New Here. " You Gave A Nervous Smile, Not Wanting To Be Alone In A Unfamiliar Place. Alastor Smiled And Wrapped Your Arm Around His, Guiding You Around The Town " Why You Must Have Came Here After The Stock Market Crash Of 1929! My It Was A Real Limb Pulling Experience, Ha Ha Ha! " You Gave Out A Laugh, Finding His Dark Sense Of Humor Funny. You Couldn't Help But Crack A Joke Of Your Own. " My, I Have Many Jokes About Unemployed People. Sadly, None Of Them Work! " Alastor Blurted Out With Laughter, He Then Spoke With A Wheeze " Wait Wait! How About This One, You're Not Completely Useless.. You Can Serve As A Bad Example!! " You And Alastor Both Found Yourself In A Fit Of Laughter. You Had Both Been Pulling So Many Joked You Didn't Even Realize You Had Finished The Tour. However, You Weren't Quite Ready For The Fun To End Yet. Just Then, A Question Popped Into Your Head. " Hey, You Wouldn't Happen To Know (Grandparents Name) Do You? " He Then Smiled Brightly And Nodded His Head Yes. " But Of Course! They Are Quite The Company, Such Good Fellows. Always Helping Me "Drop The Load" If You Know What I Mean! " " Quite, I'd Say They've Always Known How To "Kick The Bucket", Say You Wouldn't Mind If I "Crashed" At Your Place. " You Answered With A Sly Grin. " Why, Of Course Not. Say, Did You Hear About The Guy Who Got His Left Side Chopped Off..? He's All Right Now! "

[bravetimetravellingaussie]

And it feels like home

Chapter 4

Summary: Wade and Peter have a chat

Warnings: not even any bad language in this one, possible spoilers for no way home though

By the time they reached the roof, Peter's chest was heaving. It felt like he was trying to catch his breath while a waterfall was plummeting down on him.

Deadpool was saying something. Everything was drowned out by the thundering noise inside Peter's head.

"Petey!" Deadpool held Peter by the shoulders and shook him slightly.

Peter looked up at him and saw concern in the creases of his face.

"Petey, you need to try breathe, okay? It's safe to take your mask off up here if you want."

Peter walked over to the edge of the roof and stood there. His breathing calmed a little. Everything was a mess, but if there's one thing that remained, it's that Peter was good at his job.

Deadpool barely had a chance to react before he was dangling off the edge of the roof by a thread.

"I. Want. Answers." Peter let the thread drop a little and deadpool let out a small scream.

"Petey, you've got this all wrong kid, I'm on your side! Well, okay, maybe you wouldn't really agree with my methods, what with me being an r-rated hero slash antihero, but I'm one of the good guys! I'm not planning on telling anyone who you are. I mean the whole, me knowing who you are thing, I see now that that's a bit of an invasion of your privacy, although no invasion of privacy was needed for me to know, you know I just know things sometimes that others don't. You know in the comics we're a lot alike, you also speak to the guys on the other side of the screen, but the MCU decided to make you a bit less comic-booky, I don't know why really, but hey if you want I can tell you who I am, I'll answer any questions you have you don't need to dangle me off a building. I will say if you drop me you should probably get out of here though, my boyfriend wouldn't hurt a kid but he gets scary when he's angry. I'm Wade Winston Wilson by the way, quick story of my life: I was military, then mercenary, then very sketchy science experiment, and now I'm trying my best to be a hero."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

Wade hesitated. Even as he dangled so many stories above the ground, somehow he still looked more concerned for Peter than he did for himself.

"The answer is you can't trust me. You can't trust anyone right now. But everyone needs people. Door's always open."

Peter felt that awful tearing inside, the need to keep everyone at arms length battling it out with the desire to let someone, anyone, get close.

Peter sighed and started pulling Wade up onto the roof.

"You won't regret this, Petey."

"No, I won't." Peter shot webs at Wade till he was certain he wouldn't be able to get away.

"The offer still stands! Indefinitely!"

Jumping from one roof to the next, Peter slowly made his way to his old high school. He could manage without his webs but it was slow going. Everything was buzzing before but now he couldn't find the energy within to care. There was a rather dark and morbid part of Peter that wondered whether he was glad or not that the man couldn't be killed. Glad. He was glad. Peter focused on that thought.

As the world darkened for him, he found his thoughts sometimes darkened too. But maybe that was a part of growing up. Maybe it was a part of what it meant to be a hero, to keep going and keep helping and keep trying even when everything around you and inside you was dark.

Lost in thought, Peter managed to find his way without even noticing he had reached his destination.

Every time he came here was the same, pain and joy and sorrow and wonder all mushed together in a messy package. Part of him wanted to close this door forever. But another part relished these moments. Memories are fallible, and especially hard to trust when there is no one alive to share them with. Coming back here made him feel a little more sane. It was comforting, to know without a doubt that it was all here, that it was all real, just as it had been. The place he lived now was a hollow box, but this was home. Eerily empty but warmed by the phantoms of memory.

Peter made his way to the science lab and got to work.

[saline-coelacanth]

A Quick Visit to the Crossroads

(Surprise one shot based on that one concept of Cole fighting Jay that I posted about a while ago. You know, this post right here. But yeah, I also posted this to ao3. Spoilers for s2p2)

Read on ao3

Summary: Cole feels bad about leaving Jay behind at the Tournament of Sources, so Geo decides to try and make him feel better with a trip to the Crossroads. Things go well until Cole runs into his old friend again.

Word Count: 2,822

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The Tournament of Sources had left a bit of a sour taste in everyone’s mouth for various reasons. Sure, they had gotten Kai back, but Arin was gone. The Forbidden Five were also all free now. But for Cole, the main thing on his mind was Jay.

Jay had always been Cole’s best friend. The two of them were extremely close and Cole would be lying if he said he hadn’t missed him. But he never worried too much over Jay. He was a competent ninja, he’d be fine on his own. It wasn’t until he saw him at the tournament and the realization of what had happened hit Cole like a truck.

Jay had lost his memories. Even worse, Ras found him before the ninja could and he fed the former ninja lies to poison his mind. But the absolute worst part of it all was when Jay and Nya fought in the tournament and Jay resorted to using Shatterspin, shattering his soul in the process. Watching that fight stuck with Cole and he couldn’t get the images out of his mind ever since.

“You seem upset,” Geo commented as he picked up the dirty dishes.

Cole had come to visit the finders after the tournament. He was trying his best to seem upbeat for the sake of the finders, but clearly that wasn’t working.

“You can tell, huh?” Cole questioned while he sat at the table.

“What’s on your mind?” Geo asked. “I can’t help but notice you’ve seemed like this since the tournament ended.”

“I just keep thinking about Jay,” Cole explained. “I should have gone after him, or tried to say something to him. He’s my best friend, I should have helped him! We should have gone looking for him before Ras could find him!”

“You had no way of knowing what happened to him,” Geo reminded. “And you guys were dealing with some world ending type stuff. You had to pick your priorities.”

“You’re right…” Cole agreed. “But it still feels wrong saying that Jay wasn’t the highest priority.”

Cole took a sip of his tea as he stared down at the table. Geo frowned as he realized Cole’s mood wasn’t gonna be changing any time soon.

“Nya and Kai said they were gonna go look for him, right?” Geo asked.

“Yeah, that was their plan,” Cole replied. “Maybe I should have gone with them.”

“I mean, do you really want too many people going after Jay? You guys are kind of important heroes. What if that Ras guy comes back or the Forbidden Five become a real problem?”

“Ugh, you’re right,” Cole groaned. “Why can’t there just be an easy solution for everything?”

Geo thought for a moment. He completely understood why Cole was so upset and he didn’t blame him at all, but he also hated seeing him like this.

“Hey, why don’t we go out for the day?” Geo suggested. “Maybe get your mind off of things?”

Cole looked up at Geo. “You sure that would be fine?” he asked. “I don’t wanna leave Fritz and Spitz alone.”

“Bonzle can watch them,” Geo assured. “They’ll be fine for a few hours.”

Cole gave Geo a skeptical look as he knew just how mischievous Fritz and Spitz could be.

“Ok, they’ll probably be fine for a few hours,” Geo corrected. “Come on, you look like you need a good day to go out and have some fun.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” Cole said. “We could go to the Crossroads. You haven’t been there yet, have you?”

“No, I haven’t really been anywhere since the fog cleared.”

“Then we have to go!” Cole decided. “You’ll love the Crossroads!”

Geo smiled softly as Cole’s mood had quickly changed. “Alright, the Crossroads it is.”

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Cole himself had only been to the Crossroads a few times, but he immediately knew that he wanted to bring Geo there sometime. As soon as they got there, Geo was mesmerized by all the architecture and the variety of people wandering the streets. It was a similar feeling to what he felt when he arrived at the Tournament of Sources. Geo had a big smile on his face the whole time, and seeing Geo happy made Cole feel happy.

“You know they have some pretty good pies here,” Cole mentioned, clearly trying to suggest they go get food.

“Better than the ones the tournament had?” Geo asked.

“Eh, probably about the same in my opinion,” Cole admitted. “I don’t usually have strong opinions about pie.”

“Yeah, because you’re a cake guy,” Geo said.

Cole let out a longing sigh. “Oh, I could go for a nice cake right now,” he commented. “But no, we already decided on pie.”

Geo let out a soft chuckle. He always found Cole’s sweet tooth to be endearing.

The two of them made their way to the pie shop and got a couple of slices to go. They continued their walk through the Crossroads, the two of them enjoying their time together greatly. Cole had managed to forget about why he had been so upset that morning. That was, until he spotted a certain someone wandering around.

Cole and Geo were in the middle of a conversation when Cole suddenly went silent. Geo immediately knew something was wrong as he saw Cole’s expression turn grim.

“Cole?” Geo questioned. He turned to follow Cole’s gaze and his eyes went wide once he recognized the Master of Lightning off in the distance. “Is that…?” Geo questioned.

“Jay!” Cole called out, quickly running after him.

“Wait, Cole!” Geo yelled after him, but Cole was already sprinting away.

Cole continued running towards Jay, calling his name out to try and get his attention, but he seemed unfazed. It wasn’t until Cole got close that Jay actually reacted.

“Jay!” Cole called out again, only for Jay to whip his head around, shooting a lightning bolt towards him. Cole froze up as the bolt just barely shot past him. However, Jay wasn’t finished yet as he retaliated with a kick right into Cole’s gut.

Cole winced and fell onto the ground before looking up at Jay who was now standing over him. Jay’s eyes were wide at first before they narrowed into a glare.

“You,” Jay said with a cold tone.

“Jay!” Cole quickly scrambled onto his feet. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Jay retaliated. “Are you ninja following me?”

“What? No,” Cole denied. “I mean, I guess yeah, we have been looking for you, but not because of any malicious reason!”

Jay had a look of disgust on his face as Cole continued talking. Before Cole could finish explaining anything, Jay simply turned and began to walk away.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Cole questioned, but Jay didn’t answer. “Jay, listen to me!” Cole followed him, grabbing him by the wrist, which turned out to be a big mistake.

Jay immediately sent a massive shock through Cole’s body which instantly got him to let go.

“Leave me alone!” Jay shouted. “You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do? You’re trying to manipulate me! You want to tell me lies to get me on your side!”

“No! Jay, you’re a ninja,” Cole tried to reason with him. “Ras was the one who manipulated you! He’s the one who told you lies about who you were!”

“Why should I believe anything you have to say?” Jay asked.

“Because you’re my best friend, Jay,” Cole insisted. “You may not remember it, but we’re the best of friends! We’ve always been so close, you have to believe me.”

Jay didn’t seem moved at all as he continued glaring at Cole. He shook his head and attempted to walk away again. However, there was no way Cole would give up so easily. Without warning, Cole grabbed Jay again, this time picking him up and carrying him over his shoulder.

“Wha- Hey!” Jay yelled. “Put me down!”

“Not until you listen to me!” Cole argued as he carried Jay away.

Jay grumbled angrily and attempted to send another shock through Cole’s body. And although it hurt, Cole simply pushed through the pain.

“What?” Jay questioned.

“Heh, I’ve trained with you for years,” Cole said, only a slight tiredness in his voice. “It’s gonna take more than one shock to slow me down.”

Jay tried again and again to electrocute Cole, but for some reason the ninja kept going. That was, until they had reached their destination.

Cole finally put Jay down after they had entered a tent. Cole took a moment to catch his breath as it was clear that Jay’s attacks did indeed take their toll on him.

“If you think that I’m going to listen to you after you kidnapped me,” Jay started yelling, “then you’re-” Jay went quiet as he looked around the tent. There were various portraits displayed, each of them showing one of the ninja. Jay froze once he recognized his own face amongst the photos.

“You’re one of us, Jay,” Cole insisted.

“What… what kind of trick are you trying to play on me?” Jay questioned.

“This isn’t a trick!” Cole argued. “The people of the Crossroads made this little shrine to honor us. Lloyd told me all about it. Back before the merge, we were the protectors of Ninjago, and then when we all went missing, this little shrine was built. Now why would they include your picture with ours if you weren’t part of our team?”

Jay was completely silent as he tried to process. He then started laughing, something that felt familiar to Cole. Cole’s smile began to return as he heard that familiar laugh.

“I’ll admit, this is pretty elaborate,” Jay commented.

Cole’s smile immediately faded. “What?”

“Setting up this whole thing to try and trick me?” Jay continued. “You must be really desperate to make me look like an idiot!”

“Jay, this isn’t a trick!” Cole argued. “Why would I go through all this effort just to lie to you?!”

“Because that’s exactly what you ninja do!” Jay shouted. “You lie and manipulate to get your way! And I did NOT escape from years in the Administration wasting my life just to be used as a little pawn!”

In his anger, Jay began to prepare an electrical blast, shooting it towards Cole. This time however, Cole created a wall of earth to block the attack. Jay seemed somewhat surprised to see Cole block his attack so easily. He let out an annoyed grumble.

“I already told you, Jay,” Cole said, “we’ve trained for years together. I know how to deal with your lightning.”

Jay began to angrily shoot more bolts of lightning at Cole, and Cole managed to block each and every one of them.

“I don’t want to fight you, Jay!” Cole insisted. “You’re my best friend!”

“Shut up!” Jay shouted, his voice full of nothing but pure hatred. He shot one last blast at Cole before he stopped to catch his breath. Cole also seemed tired, but Jay was breathing much more heavily.

“A little out of practice, huh?” Cole said, somewhat teasingly.

“You have no idea what you’re messing with,” Jay replied, his voice sounding sinister.

Cole gave Jay a confused look as he had no idea what he meant by that. He felt even more confused as he saw Jay begin to snap his fingers, tiny bolts of lightning shooting with each snap. He had never seen Jay do something like this, and after a few snaps, a familiar red streak sparked off of his lightning which filled Cole with dread.

“What?” Cole questioned.

Jay grinned and snapped one last time as more red energy sparked from him. His eyes began to glow a bright red as the sinister energy surrounded his body. He then gave Cole zero time to react as he dashed towards him, knocking him away with ease.

Cole flew out of the tent, crashing into a hard wall outside. Jay then jumped out after him, shooting a blast of lightning at the ninja. Cole screamed out in pain as Jay attacked him. Cole then fell forwards onto the ground and tried to catch his breath.

“How… how did you…?” Cole questioned weakly.

“Perform Shatterspin?” Jay replied before snickering. “Easy. I’ve been practicing since Ras sent me away. I needed to become stronger, and figuring out Shatterspin on my own is the key to that.”

Jay dashed at Cole again, knocking him away to crash into another wall. Jay kept doing this same move over and over again, knocking Cole around the buildings like he was playing a game of tennis with himself. Cole grunted in pain at each strike. Finally, Jay threw Cole back towards the tent that this fight had started in.

Cole crashed into his own portrait, knocking it onto the ground along with the candles that were on display. It didn’t take very long for things to catch on fire. Cole slowly stood up and looked behind him as he saw his own face burning away. Cole then felt paralyzed in fear as he felt the presence of someone standing over him. Cole looked up at Jay’s burning, red eyes glaring back at him.

“Jay… please…” Cole pleaded, not knowing what else to say.

Jay smiled as he readied another bolt of lightning in his hand. But before he could finish Cole off, he felt a sharp pain stabbing him in the back.

“AGH!” Jay screamed out in agony.

“You stay away from him!” Geo yelled as he stabbed the makeshift weapon into Cole’s attacker.

Jay fell onto his knees in pain as Geo quickly ran over to help Cole off of the ground.

“Geo?” Cole questioned weakly.

“We gotta get you out of here,” Geo urged as he helped Cole out of the tent.

“But Jay… he…” Cole insisted.

“He’s too dangerous,” Geo said. “I’m sorry, but we have to leave him.”

Geo helped carry Cole away from the burning tent. And as much as Cole wanted to argue, as much as he wanted to rush back after Jay, he knew he couldn’t. The risk was too high, and he had to make sure he didn’t get himself killed.

Jay grabbed at the weapon that was still sticking out of his back. He braced himself before pulling it out, throwing the bloody weapon onto the ground. He then immediately covered the wound with his hand, a weak attempt to stop the bleeding. He looked around the tent as everything was one fire. His gaze then shifted over towards the portrait of the lightning ninja. Somehow, it was the only thing that hadn't caught on fire yet. Jay narrowed his eyes before shooting out a bolt of lightning, making sure that photo burned along with everything else around it.

Jay stumbled out of the tent. He looked around angrily as he realized Cole had gotten away. He shook his head, realizing he had much bigger issues to deal with, most notably the stab wound he had just received. He’d just have to finish that ninja off another day.

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Once things had calmed down a bit and Cole had received some medical attention, Geo took him back home to the Land of the Lost Things.

“You had me worried back there,” Geo admitted. “I lost you in the crowd after you ran after Jay.”

“I’m sorry, Geo,” Cole apologized. “I just panicked.”

Geo was bandaging some of Cole’s wounds that hadn’t gotten fully patched up just yet. He tried his best to be gentle as he was never the best with this type of thing. Cole was always better at medical stuff, probably from his years of being a ninja.

“He left you in bad shape,” Geo said.

“I know…” Cole mumbled. “He used Shatterspin…” “I thought you needed that special gong thing to use Shatterspin?” Geo questioned.

“I thought so too,” Cole replied. “But somehow he figured it out on his own… And now he’s definitely in worse condition than ever.”

“Hey, let’s focus on you right now,” Geo said, looking Cole in the eyes. “You could have died back there.”

“Yeah, but Jay-”

“You guys are going to find Jay,” Geo assured. “And you’ll find some way to get his memories back, and then all of this will be a distant memory. Look, if the stories you told me were true, then I have no doubt you’ll find a way to fix things with him.”

Cole didn’t respond immediately, he just slowly looked away. “Thanks, Geo,” he said quietly.

Geo frowned before gently holding Cole’s hand. “Sorry I had to stab your best friend back there.”

“It’s fine, I understand,” Cole assured. “It was either him or me.” Cole let out a long sigh. “But one thing’s for sure. If I’m gonna run into Jay again, then I need to learn how to use Rising Dragon.”

[piastrinorris]

Happy to Help

Pairing: Keys x f!Reader Genre: smut (18+, minors DNI) Word count: 3.7k Summary: Forgetting you'd spoken to customer support from your favourite game leads to something getting sent to the wrong person. A/N: Listen, I know there's a set-up for potentially more. I would like to write potentially more. But nothing puts a writer off more than demands for a part 2, okay? For now, enjoy my first ever Keys fic. :)

Welcome to Free City Customer Support. We appreciate your patience. Connecting you to a member of our team…

Keys: Hi there! What seems to be the problem today?

You: hi, my screen is like. frozen dead. can't do anything, can't click anything. can't alt-tab out, can't ctrl-alt-delete. but i made a lot of progress between save points and idk if it can still be salvaged

Keys: Oof, yeah, that's the worst. Hopefully we can get you back up and running. Real quick, are you sure it's not your internet? I mean, you seem like you know your way around a computer, just worth double-checking, if it's your network then there's not a lot I can do.

You: yeah, sorry, should have added that. everything else that connects to my internet is working. i have an error message if that helps?

Keys: Yes! That's amazing! Can you send me it, please?

You: it says "error 72816: attempting patch repair"

You: there was a spinning buffering wheel in the corner but it gave up the ghost about twenty minutes ago.

Keys: Interesting. I don't remember making that error message, let alone what would trigger it. Are you sure that's what it says? No typos?

You: you wound me.

You: jk jk sorry this is a Very Professional Customer Support Exchange. no, definitely no typos.

Keys: Hahaha, don't worry, I've read far worse messages from people today, that made me laugh!

Keys: This is a little unorthodox but I'm wracking my brain here and I can't think of another solution. If I give you my work phone number, would you text me a photo of your screen?

Keys: Usually, I'd ask for an email of a screenshot, but, well…

You: yeah sure, whatever gets me out of this purgatory.

Keys: Super appreciate your patience here. My number is: 

Keys: [redacted]

Keys: Okay, got it, deleted the message with my number so it won't show up in chat history, in case you're wondering. Data protection and all.

You: the professional techie guy with the techie-ass nickname being cautious about cyber security? groundbreaking.

Keys: Haha! You got me there!

Keys: Oh! Wait! Are you registered as a beta tester?

You: no?? i didn't know that was a thing??

Keys: Yeah, all ours are internal and I don't recognise your username in our database, now that I've pulled it up. I think you must have just slipped through the cracks, let me look into the code of our new test area and see if I can boot you back out.

You: ooh, are you gonna come bursting in through my door with a swat team to erase my memory, too?

Keys: I'm just a "professional techie guy" here, not a Man In Black, haha. 

Keys: Hey, I see you!

Keys: In this code, I mean.

Keys: It's showing up that there's an unauthorized player.

Keys: That's what I meant.

You: well yeah, didn't think you were in my walls or anything

Keys: Just making sure! Didn't want you really thinking I was stalking you or anything.

Keys: Still don't remember making that error message, but that's another mystery, I guess.

You: ooh, maybe the game's becoming sentient and it's outgrowing us all!

Keys: There's that imagination again!

Keys: I'm gonna reset your position to your safehouse, hopefully also keeping your progress intact? If this doesn't work then a hard reboot is unfortunately the only other way.

You: you're a doll.

You: AHHHH IT WORKED I'M BACK AND I STILL GOT A SICK ASS BIKE WAITING FOR ME IN MY GARAGE

You: THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHHHH

Keys: Pleasure's all mine, glad I could help. Please reach out if it happens again! Or if you have any other issues!

You: will do. so long, techie guy. thanks for everything!

Keys: Happy playing!

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It's been a relatively quiet Friday evening for you. Nobody's made any plans to go out, and you're unsure yourself whether you have the energy to. You've pretty much spent your whole day gaming, so you should probably fill your social battery a little, but do you really want to go to a bar by yourself?

You glance over at your phone and smirk at it. There is that guy you've been talking to… Maybe you'll send him something to spice the night up.

Once you've done your hair and make-up to add to the whole look, you find your cutest set of underwear, put it on and take a couple of selfies until there's one you're especially pleased with. Your muscle memory has you tapping three message contacts down, where he always is since you've been texting friends all day, and sending the photo on autopilot with the message: Hey, you.

You giggle with delight when your phone chimes almost immediately after - you've really got this guy whipped, huh - but are surprised to see you've apparently forgotten who else you texted today.

[8:23pm] Keys: OH

[8:23pm] Keys: OH NO

[8:23pm] Keys: I think

[8:23pm] Keys: You've sent this

[8:24pm] Keys: To the wrong person

[8:24pm] Keys: I'm so sorry I saw that!

[8:25pm] You: that's okay, i don't mind that you saw it. :)

[8:25pm] You: besides, burning the midnight oil, still being at your work phone?! don't they have out of hours customer service?

[8:29pm] Keys: I… Might have lied about this being my work phone. I normally have one, but it's getting fixed so I thought I would get away with saying it was a work line to help you out.

[8:30pm] You: and then i went and accidentally sent you an unsolicited lewd. sorry.

[8:36pm] Keys: It was just a shock, is all!

[8:38pm] You: well, since we're both here, and since you haven't deleted the photo yet despite how quickly you deleted your number from the chat log earlier, *and* how long it's taking you to reply, what do you think?

[8:40pm] Keys: Oh god, you're so right, I'm so sorry, I'll delete it now.

[8:40pm] You: don't!

[8:40pm] You: like i said, i want your feedback on it now.

[8:41pm] Keys: Oh! Well, it's very nice.

[8:41pm] You: nice?! ouuuuch.

[8:42pm] Keys: What do you mean? Nice is a compliment!

[8:43pm] You: yeah, from your grandma when you've given her a birthday card. c'mon, i can take it. tell me what you REALLY think. :)

[8:50pm] Keys: I… I think you're very attractive.

[8:51pm] You: there you go! it's super adorable that you're stammering over text, btw.

[9:01pm] Keys: [image attached]

[9:01pm] Keys: It felt weirdly unbalanced that you at least didn't know what I looked like, too.

[9:02pm] You: well damn, no wonder they call you keys, because you are just my *type!*

[9:02pm] You: get it?

[9:03pm] Keys: …That was cheesy as hell.

[9:03pm] Keys: But I like cheese :]

[9:03pm] You: oh yeah? give me your cheesiest pick-up line 

[9:13pm] Keys: Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe!

[9:13pm] You: i award that 🧀🧀🧀/5. you could be cheesier.

[9:19pm] Keys: Okay, fine.

[9:20pm] Keys: Are you Google? Because you have everything I'm searching for.

[9:22pm] You: 🧀🧀🧀🧀. are YOU google because i'm feeling lucky. ultimate cheese has no comeback. c'mon, you're so close.

[9:26pm] Keys: Oof, okay, give me a sec.

[9:28pm] Keys: Although really you should never use Google if you can help it, they already datamine so much information out of you that the less you use any Google product, the safer you are. I use DuckDuckGo myself, but you should really do your own research when it comes to cybersecurity rather than just blindly trust someone, even if they are a professional.

[9:28pm] You: keys.

[9:29pm] Keys: Right. Sorry.

[9:38pm] Keys: If you were a grade, you'd be A+, because I want to take you home and show you to my parents.

[9:39pm] You: okay, that wins. maximum cheese for keys 🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀

[9:39pm] You: next ranking category: 🌶️ 

[9:39pm] You: let's see what you got, hot stuff

[9:45pm] Keys: What?! I can't just send you stuff like that! That's so forward!

[9:46pm] You: keys you've seen my tits

[9:46pm] You: i think we're past that

[9:55pm] Keys: Accidentally!

[9:55pm] You: and all the time you spend scrolling back up to it is "accidental", too?

[9:56pm] Keys: …How could you tell?

[9:57pm] You: every now and then you take a little bit longer between messages. just assuming you're scrolling up lol

[9:56pm] You: like i keep saying. i don't mind at all. you don't have to be shy around me

[9:58pm] Keys: Well, since all my cards are apparently on the table so obviously…

[9:58pm] Keys: Do you work at Subway? Because you just gave me a foot-long.

[9:59pm] You: ????? talk about 0-60! also i think that deserves negative 🌶️ for the psychic damage it caused me to read

[10:00pm] Keys: You just turned my software into hardware.

[10:00pm] You: what happened to "that's so forward", eh?

[10:01pm] You: but, credit where it's due, 🌶️🌶️. normally a 🌶️ but from you it's like a 2.5/5

[10:01pm] Keys: Your outfit would look great on my bedroom floor.

[10:01pm] You: oh

[10:02pm] You: oh my god

[10:02pm] You: oh you sweet boy, you're googling them, aren't you

[10:02pm] You: or whatever you use instead

[10:04pm] Keys: Some of us need the extra help! We're not all as smooth as you.

[10:04pm] You: sure you are, baby, you just need to get comfortable

[10:05pm] Keys: But I'm already on my bed!

[10:05pm] You: not just in that way! try taking something off

[10:06pm] You: and then send me proof 😇

[10:11pm] Keys: [image attached]

[10:11pm] Keys: ;]

[10:12pm] You: taking off your glasses doesn't count, dork!

[10:12pm] Keys: [image attached]

[10:12pm] Keys: like this?

[10:13pm] You: holy fuck

[10:13pm] You: hi you're hot

[10:14pm] Keys: Hahaha, thank you? I still don't feel any more charismatic, though!

[10:15pm] You: well, going back to your line about being like a good grade you wanna take home… does that maybe mean you also want to pin me up on the fridge?

[10:18pm] Keys: Well, the fridge isn't very sturdy. I think I'd rather do that against the wall.

[10:18pm] You: okay now *that’s* hot

[10:18pm] You: and what would you do with me once you'd pinned me to the wall? 

[10:24pm] Keys: I'm not very good at all of the imaginative talk stuff that sounds sexy. Even using the word seems like the total opposite of what I'm trying to do.

[10:25pm] You: not at all, sometimes bluntness is the sexiest thing of all.

[10:29pm] Keys: Well, I'd really like to kiss you. All over, actually. 

[10:29pm] You: *all* over?

[10:31pm] Keys: Yeah. The way you were posing made your neck look amazing.

[10:32pm] Keys: Oh god, now I sound like a vampire

[10:34pm] You: i promise you don't, that was my intention when i took it lol. besides, vampires are sexy as hell. i'd love it if you kissed my neck

[10:34pm] You: would you touch me?

[10:35pm] Keys: Wouldn't I be holding you against the wall?

[10:36pm] You: true, but there's other ways. like, you could put your leg between mine to keep me in place

[10:37pm] You: mmm, and then i could grind against your thigh while you keep this little promise of kissing and touching me *all over*

[10:37pm] You: does that sound good?

[10:41pm] Keys: Oh god yes

[10:43pm] You: and then that leaves my hands free to touch you, too. i wanna play connect the dots with those cute little moles of yours

[10:47pm] Keys: Oh my god

[10:48pm] Keys: that made me want to trace them myself for some reason and that felt so good

[10:49pm] You: you're touching yourself AND not paying attention to grammar anymore? for lil ol' me?

[10:49pm] You: that deserves a reward, i think 

[10:51pm] You: [image attached]

[10:51pm] You: i seem to have lost my bra, come over and help me find it?

[10:58pm] Keys: holy shit 

[10:58pm] Keys: can i just say what i'm thinking and then you can tell me if i'm going to far 

[10:59pm] You: i think you mean *too, nerd boy, but yes, i'd love that

[11:06pm] Keys: sorry typing is getting difficult at the moment

[11:11pm] Keys: i want to hold them so bad. they look amazing, especially with your nipples so hard

[11:11pm] You: when you say typing is difficult, are you touching yourself right now?

[11:12pm] You: because now i'm playing with my nipples and wishing it was you

[11:13pm] You: tell me, baby. you want me to rub them? squeeze them? you wanna come over and suck on them?

[11:17pm] Keys: i want to feel them get hard. want to touch them while i kiss you

[11:17pm] You: attaboy! i knew you had it in you

[11:19pm] You: they're so sensitive now. and humping my pillow as if it’s your leg isn't enough, can i touch myself for you, please?

[11:23pm] Keys: oh god yes please do

[11:23pm] You: are you okay to call? i have a feeling both of us are getting preoccupied now

Your phone lights up with the name "Keys Freecity" and you immediately put it on speaker, letting the phone rest on your pillow next to you. "Well, hey there."

"Uh, hi." His voice is shaking and his breath is hitching.

"You know, you never told me if you were touching yourself or not," you point out.

"I - I am," he stammers out, and you purr back.

"God, I wish I was there to do that for you. Or at least to watch. I bet you look so fucking good right now. What are you thinking about, then, huh?"

"I was, uh… Thinking, about… The way you look up in those photos… And…" He falters out, but you hear the faintest groan, still.

"Aw, you want me to suck you off, baby?" You tease. "Thinking about me looking up at you? My lips wrapped around your cock? Mmm, I bet it's so big I can barely fit, huh?"

"I… I mean, it's not the sandwich I promised earlier, but… It's definitely bigger than… Average," Keys explains, and you don't hold back on the moan that hearing that news elicits from you.

You still laugh softly at his joke. "Yeah, I could tell, baby. Fuck, when are you coming over and splitting me in half already?"

"God, I wish I could," he replies in a strained voice. “Also, it’s really - hot when y- you call me that.”

"Yeah? And how do you like it, baby? You wanna fuck me on my back, so you can keep watching me as you play with me? Or you wanna be the one to lay there and take it while I bounce on your dick? Or d- do you wanna just - bend me over and - fuck me senseless, huh?" As you finally give into temptation, sliding your hand beneath your panties and finally giving your clit the attention it's been craving for far too long, your breath hitches and your voice gets weaker.

“Oh, god, I… All of it, god, please, I don’t care, just want you,” he groans through the phone.

“I want you too, baby, you sound so good,” you croon sultrily, rubbing yourself in faster, tighter circles. “Are you close, hm? Gonna cum for me? I wanna hear you get off so bad.”

“Wanna - wanna get off for yo- with you, want you, please,” he whines.

“Mmm, tell me one more time, baby. What are you thinking of now?” You ask as you sink a finger inside of you. “Thinking of fucking me, yet?”

“Mm - mm-hm,” Keys whimpers. “You - You on top of me, talking like that and - and riding me, treating my cock so good.”

“I’d treat you so good, baby," you groan, adding another finger. "And you'd fill me up, wouldn't you? Fuck me - oh, right there," you whine as you curl your fingers to hit just the right spot. "Oh god, Keys, need you inside me."

Something about you saying his name short-circuits his brain. You just about hear his strained string of moans and profanities through the phone, picturing in your head how that sweet face of his must look - eyes glassing over, lips slightly parted, chest heaving. Maybe you’d fuck him with his glasses on. Maybe they’d be clouded over, knocked askew on his face as you bounced up and down on his dick. “Did you just come for me, baby?” you coo, your shoulders tensing and toes curling as you feel your own release building.

"Mm-hm, yeah, made - made a real mess of myself, shit," he half-laughs with exhaustion.

“That’s my good boy,” you smile dazedly, your core convulsing around your fingers. "Want me to cum for you, too?"

"Oh, shit, you haven- where are my - God, fuck, yes, let me hear you s… Say my name," his voice shakes with the effort he's trying to exude confidence into his tone, betrayed by the immediate, "please," that rolls off his tongue.

Closing your eyes, imagining that look on his face again, pressing your phone flush against your ear as if it pulls him closer to you, you finally leg out an, "Oh, god, Keys!" before finally feeling yourself gush down your fingers, past your hand, even. Breathing heavily, you pant, "Shit, baby, I think you made me squirt."

"Is that a good thing?" he asks meekly.

"Very. You doing good, now?"

"Very!" He repeats back to you, breathlessly, making you laugh. "Sorry I was so… Pathetic, I guess. God," his voice muffles as though he's rubbing his face while he talks. "But it did sound like you were into it a little," he points out with a lilt in his voice.

You grin, "I sure did, but if you wanted to do it again, but more… Confidently, I'd be more than happy to do that again. If you wanted."

"I've never really done… Any of that before, like, at all," he starts, and you interrupt him with a laugh.

"Yeah, no shit, Mr Subway!"

"Ah, like I said, that's not entirely untrue," he laughs awkwardly. "But I've especially never done anything with a total stranger, much less someone I helped through work, um, they can't - you wo- please, don't -"

"You mean this isn't standard practice for Free City customer support?" You tease sarcastically, before adding in a serious tone, "I won't tell a soul. Besides, I like having you as my dirty little secret."

He chuckles, "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Maybe the next time you're feeling up to it, we can video call."

"N-Next time?!"

You hurriedly add, "If you wanted, you sounded like you did, if this is the first and last, that's totally -"

"No! I mean, yeah! I mean… If that's… Cool," he stammers.

You smile, "It's very cool. Just gotta be a little more confident. Isn't there something you do when you need that extra boost? Like, surely in the game you gotta be a little more self-assured around trolls and hackers and shit, right?"

He groans, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask about that."

Grinning wickedly, you poke further. "Well, now I have to know. Who are you in the game? Have I ever seen you?"

"I… I play a cop," he admits, sounding as though he'd rather the ground swallowed him whole. "It's usually me and my buddy, and he's - he's a rabbit."

You light up. "Shut the fuck up, you're Dirty Stripper Cop?!"

"Oh god, the players call me that, too?! It's bad enough that Mouser does," he groans in despair.

"No, this is perfect. You just let me know when you’re ready to bring… Dirty Stripper Cop to our little talks, and I’ll be waiting,” you bite back a laugh as you repeat his character’s nickname in the hopes that he’ll still take your offer seriously.

A moment of silence exists between the two of you before he pipes up, “...And what if I still want to talk to you, without… All of this? I mean, if that’s all you want, then I guess, but… I dunno, you still seem really cool, and you made me laugh today, even at work when it felt weird in my cheeks to start smiling. But if this is all you want with -”

The rest of his words get drowned out as you move your phone away from its position to look at your dating app notifications. Keys has apparently not been your only option tonight. And you’ve never been one to commit. But something tells you that this was the best offer you’re getting. And the next one will be. As will the one after that, and that’s not even set in stone, yet. But you’re hoping to guarantee it.

As you return your headset to your ear, he’s still rambling. You cut him off with a simple, “Keys.” He shuts up quickly, and you continue, “I - I meant it. I wanna talk to you again. Maybe more than just this, I dunno, I’m bad at this sorta stuff. But… You’re cute. In more ways than one. And if you wanna keep talking, I’ll try. But that’s all I can promise.”

“That’s enough for me! I’ll, um, I’ll text you in the morning, then? Or is that too soon?”

“I honestly wish I could tell you,” you admit sadly. You hope it gets through to him that your reservations aren’t on his part.

Thankfully for you, he doesn’t seem so keen to give up. “Alright! Well, I suppose I got some cleaning up to do before I get some shut-eye. Um, so I’ll talk to you, tomorrow… At some point. Um, goodnight!”

“Goodnight, baby.”

[innytoes]

3 Sentence prompts: Willexie + Thrift Shopping!

Just because they were kind of famous now, didn't mean Reggie wanted to give up on his favourite hobby. Listen, he'd gotten his most iconic outfit from the thrift store. Okay, it had been pretty much his only outfit for a while. But it had clearly worked, because Sunset Curve was topping the charts now and everyone thought he was really cool.

Another bonus to having one iconic outfit was he could just ditch the leather jacket and flannel for the day and be basically incognito. Not that a lot of old people at estate sales knew who he was, but he'd been recognised at a bunch of garage sales and it just felt wrong to try and haggle with someone who really just wanted his autograph.

"Tell me again why you dragged me out of bed at five in the morning to drive down to Pasadena to look at... old junk?" Alex whined, sipping on the giant coffee Reggie had gotten him along the way. He was dressed in one of Reggie's flannels, which honestly was kind of a little treat in and of itself. Reggie himself had stolen one of Bobby's shirts and Alex' denim jacket.

"Because it's fun?" Reggie asked. Alex did not look convinced. "Because we can get cool stuff for the house?" he tried again.

"We can get cool stuff for the house at literally every store we want now," Alex pointed out. Which was true, they had Money now. Of course their co-dependent asses still went and bought a house together like they always said they would. It was just... slightly closer to a mansion than the shitty apartments they'd been thinking of when they were seventeen and broke. "Luke and Bobby spent a couple of grand on a new sound system."

"It's not about the money," Reggie pouted. "It's about the thrill of the chase. It's about treasure hunting! It's about finding unique pieces nobody else has!"

Alex stared at him, unamused, obnoxiously slurping his coffee.

"Fine, you're here because you love me and because I need your big sexy muscles to help lift stuff into the truck if we find anything." He was hoping to find a cool coffee table, or a desk, and they could still use a nice dresser.

"Fine," Alex said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "But if I find something cute, you're doing the haggling for me."

"Deal."

The morning went pretty well. They found some cool lamps, and a couple of nice hardcover science fiction books Reggie thought would look very mature and adult on their shelf. Reggie managed to haggle down on a really mature looking desk that would look great in their 'We're Real Adults Now' house, and Alex did use his sexy muscles to help get it onto the truck.

After a quick early lunch in town, they went to the next estate sale. They agreed to split up, since it was later in the day and they needed to be fast before all the good stuff was snapped up.

Except when Reggie rounded the corner, he saw Alex wasn't looking for a nice dresser or pretty trinkets. Alex was talking to a very hot, very cool guy in a crop top.

Reggie narrowed his eyes, going over. Alex beamed. "Hey babe!"

"Why are you flirting with the enemy?" Reggie hissed.

Alex groaned. "Not this again."

"Hey, Reggie," Willie beamed. "Great job on nabbing that desk at the Gilmore estate, I had my eye on that too. But you got here a little late. Do you want to see the heirloom patchwork blanket I scored? And I found this really cool dresser I'm going to paint..."

Reggie squinted at their rival, annoyed. He wanted a cool dresser. And the patchwork blanket folded over his arm looked really nice.

"I'm sure it will look really cool," he said, trying to keep the sulk out of his voice. He gave Alex another glare.

Alex just stared at him. "Maybe I was distracting Willie so you could be the first to notice those vintage comic books in the corner," he said, and Reggie gasped, running off and rifling through the box before Willie could get there.

"Aw man, low blow, Hotdog!" Willie complained.

"Yeah, I'm evil like that," Alex deadpanned, rolling his eyes at the two of them.

In the end, Reggie came away with some Spiderman and Hawkeye comics that were still missing from his collection, and a cute little side table they could paint a pretty pink for Alex. As they were finishing up and loading everything in the truck at the end of the day, Willie moseyed back over.

"Howdy," he said, tipping a cowboy hat Reggie had completely missed. He felt a stab of jealousy, not just for missing it but also because Willie looked unfairly hot like that. Then, Willie plopped the hat on Reggie's head. "We still on for dinner?"

"The burger place?" Reggie asked, leaning over to press a kiss to Willie's cheek.

Alex popped out of the truck. "Oh so now it's okay to flirt?" he asked, grumpy.

"Of course it is, Alex, it's four thirty," Reggie said, propping the cowboy hat on Alex' head. He did not look as sexy as Willie had, but he did look kind of cute. They should go on a horseback riding date, all three of them, sometime soon. He'd bring it up over dinner.

"Yeah, Hotdog, we're only mortal thrifting enemies between six and four," Willie agreed.

"You two are so weird," Alex complained, but he still climbed down to sit in the bed of the truck to receive kisses from both his boyfriends. And over dinner, he smiled indulgently as his two thrift-nerdy boyfriends compared notes and showed off pictures of the treasures they'd found.

[theoddcatlady]

What's Inside the Witch's Coffin?

I know people that would literally murder me if they knew I put this on the internet. But I don’t see many other options. If I go straight to the cops odds are I’LL get blamed for what happened to my friends and get thrown straight in jail for a multitude of reasons. And I know at least one of them is alive and I need to find them.

I’m a smuggler. I… come into possession of objects I shouldn’t have and sell it to whatever fat cat wants a new piece for their mantle. The Witch Coffin is probably the biggest thing I was gonna try and sneak into the states, but that was because it was a specific ‘request’. The Witch Coffin was discovered in eastern Europe, and to be honest I’m not sure why the buyer wanted it so damn badly. But hey, me and my crew were gonna get a mil and we figured we might as well try, right?

Theft itself went off without a hitch, but the next day I got picked up for being spotted at the scene. That’s all they had, but I still got kept in lock up for three days. Glad they let me out without a fight in the end but the moment I got back to the hideout I knew something was wrong. I could hear the flies buzzing.

There was so much blood. On the walls, on the ceiling, it looked like a guy just went kaboom while standing in the middle of one of the bedrooms. I found body parts scattered all over the house and the coffin was just… gone. What I saw could make a lesser man wet himself.

One of my crew, Nicole, she left her notebook behind. I always teased her about how she scribbled away in that damn thing every chance she got, but it helped clue me in about what happened

I have to find her. Just in case I can’t, or if I meet the same fate as my buddies, maybe one of you can.

~*~

Item was successfully retrieved. Item is a six by three foot coffin made of a blue gray stone, covered with intricate carvings. The lid depicts a carving of a long haired woman, positioned with her arms spread out with a chain in one hand and the other hand appearing to be clawed. I think she once had a face, but time has worn it away. The sides both depict various tortures and executions- drowning, stoning, being burnt at the stake, hanging, etc.

There is definitely something inside, I hear something rattling about as we dragged it off the truck. Finn keeps bugging us about just ‘taking a peek’ but if he so much as lays a finger on the lid I’m breaking said finger. We cannot deliver damaged goods to a client, that would ruin our reputation.

Not that he could lift the lid on his own anyway. Damn thing weighs a ton and kid’s a shrimp.

___

Something’s wrong. Rick has been gone over an hour and he was just supposed to duck out real quick for smokes.

This wouldn’t suck so much if he wasn’t the only one who knew how to contact the client. Abe agrees with me that we just need to lay low until Rick comes back. Finn’s nervous but he doesn’t have the balls to actually bail. He doesn’t know where I stashed our passports anyway.

___

Finn tried to lift the lid. ‘Just for a peek’. And as expected he nearly broke his hand and ended up cutting his palm on one of the sides. Fucking moron.

Abe bandaged him up while I cleaned the coffin up, Finn got some of his blood on it and I didn’t want it to stain. Got most of it off and hopefully the client doesn’t notice anything.

___

Think the heating broke. Abe is taking a look but the temperature dropped from a cozy 70 to a chilly 62. It’s going to get even colder tonight. Time to bundle up and think of those white sand beaches I’ll be vacationing on as I sleep.

___

Wish I had some trazodone left. Having trouble staying asleep. Probably the cold.

Maybe I can get a real prescription when we’re back in the states.

___

Had some strange dreams.

It was like I was walking through a story. Only a member of the audience rather than part of the play.

I saw a woman wearing a flowing, emerald green dress. Her dark hair hid her face from me, but all she was doing was picking various plants and adding them to her basket. Least at first.

Then another woman burst through the undergrowth and fell to her knees. Compared to the woman in the green dress, she looked dirty, simple. I couldn’t understand everything she said, but she kept pointing to the bruise on her face. Looked like someone clocked her good.

The wit woman in the green dress gently took her hands and her voice rung clear as a bell.

‘Come with me, and live joyful and free.’

___

Spiders. I really hate spiders.

There must’ve been a nest in the floor because Finn started screaming and when we ran into the coffin room to tell him to shut his pie hole when we saw the spiders. Big ones, covering the lid of the coffin.

I let Abe deal with that because I have a limit. Tell me to cause a distraction, blow up a truck, steal the crown jewels, I’ll do it. Don’t make me deal with god damn SPIDERS.

___

More fitful sleep just led to more weird dreams. I think my dreams took inspiration from that damn coffin, I swear the woman in green looks just like the carving on the lid.

She was teaching a group of women, least it looked like it. Still couldn’t see her face, but the group ate up her every word. The class was just women, some young as ten or eleven and the oldest looking to be in their seventies.

The woman was picking up certain plants or berries and quietly explaining their uses. Then she pointed to one of the youngest in the front row and asked, ‘Are you ready for your baptism?’

The girl nodded excitedly and the others gave her plenty of space as the woman walked to her. Taking a stone knife from her belt, the woman sliced open a part of her arm and held above the girl’s head.

Scarlet spattered against the girl’s cheeks and tongue before I woke up again. I think I’m staying awake until Rick gets back.

___

Still cold as hell. I’m going to kill Rick if the reason he’s been gone so wrong is because he hit it off with some hooker.

___

Breaking News: Big ole Abe is actually scared of something. Snakes.

Went to go check on the coffin and much to both our surprise there were three big ole guys just curled up on top. Abe screamed like a little girl and ran out of the room. They weren’t even a poisonous variety.

I don’t even know how they got to the coffin because they were sleepy with cold when I picked them up. Coffin itself is even colder. Like touching ice.

Tossed all their scaly butts outside. I wonder if I should tell Abe I once owned a ball python. ___

I must be on edge from the cold. Abe managed to get a lil fire going in the fireplace but I swear to God I saw a shadow while we were all trying to warm up near it. Like a shadow in the hallway. Like of someone heading to the coffin.

I bolted for the hall and back to the coffin room, but no one was there. No one in the rest of the house either and we searched attic to basement. Finn kept teasing me about being paranoid but Abe told me it was all right. When he was still in the army and was patrolling late one night he nearly shot up a bush thinking it was an insurgent. When you’re tired and anxious, it’s natural to see things in the dark.

___

It’s now 55 degrees in the house and dropping. Another five it’ll be the same outside and inside. I was built for Florida. Not this.

___

Found another snake in the coffin room, curled up in the corner. Didn’t recognize the species and Google isn’t telling me squat so I’m not gonna screw with it. I shall call him Herbert. Abe thinks we should call him Satan.

Finn called me paranoid earlier but he is even worse. He thinks the snake came from inside the coffin. Bitch the damn thing has a lid that’s probably over a hundred pounds. Not to mention it fits so well with the box itself a flea probably couldn’t wiggle out.

___

Maybe Finn was right to be paranoid.

I saw more shadows and started searching the house again. I swear I saw someone walking up and down the fucking hallway and I had to be sure. Finn went with me up to the second floor. Still teasing but I was glad not to be alone.

On the way down the stairs Finn suddenly just went flying down, head over heels. Landed on his arm at the bottom and I heard one nasty crunch.

Abe managed to put it in a sling but we can’t go for real help. Not now. We can’t have anyone become suspicious of us. Cops are still on high alert about the Witch Coffin going missing.

I hope that’s not what happened to Rick. Idiot.

___

50 degrees. So freaking tired.

___

I’m officially spooked. This isn’t the first time I’ve transported artifacts. Hell this isn’t even my first time transporting something from a grave.

But the shadows are whispering and the guys can hear them too. I enter a room and I can hear a soft voice. To me it’s just that. Muttering. But the moment Abe or Finn gets in the room that voice turns… Angry. Cold.

I don’t believe in ghosts. I don’t believe in ghosts.

It’s officially colder in the house than it is outside.

___

I don’t know how I fell asleep it’s so fucking COLD and the shadows are getting louder. I can’t make out what they’re saying but I know they’re saying something.

My latest dream. I don’t understand it.

The witch’s house is on fire. All her students are dead. Heads cut off.

The witch herself kneels before a mob. Her chest is full of arrows, her throat has been cut, her legs are broken in so many places… but her wounds still continue to flow with blood and she’s not fucking dying.

I finally catch a glimpse of her face as two men drag her to a box- no not a box. The coffin. She can’t be any older than eighteen. She is just a scared little girl who just wanted to live life in peace with her friends. She doesn’t know why she has these gifts. She doesn’t know why she can’t die. All she knows is that all her friends are now dead and it is her fault.

They throw her in the coffin and before the lid is placed on I hear her scream.

We have to let her out.

___

We are opening the Witch’s Coffin. There are these weird snakes everywhere and spiders are spinning webs of ice. It’s cold enough that I can see my fucking breath.

The coffin itself is bleeding. I thought it was just left over from where Finn cut himself but there is blood dripping from other parts of the coffin now. Parts he didn’t touch.

It is time to free the witch, no matter the consequences.

___

Rick, if you find this, your passport is under the sink in the basement bathroom. Get out of the country. Run for your life.

We opened the coffin and I thought for a second all that was left was bones. Dry. Dusty bones.

Then the lid cracked. Blood began seeping from the bones. Muscles, veins, organs, skin all grew back. The witch’s hair sprouting from her new scalp, growing until it nearly reached her ankles in length.

Then her eyes shot open. Her colorless eyes.

But she could see well enough to lunge at Finn.

Her fingers grew claws and shredded through him like he was tissue paper. He didn’t stand a chance. She ripped off his head and I saw her stick her hand up his neck when Abe tackled her, screaming at me to run. Run as fast as I could.

I hid in the basement. I prayed for God to have mercy on my soul.

But the Witch hasn’t killed me.

When she got to the basement, she was soaked in blood and cradling Abe’s head in her arms. I shut my eyes and prayed she would make it quick.

She sat beside me, stroking Abe’s fluffy hair.

Then I heard Abe’s voice.

“How am I not dead?”

I opened my eyes to look at his head. The Witch had pressed two of her fingers to his lips. His eyes flicked around and his face was frozen in pure terror.

The Witch spoke, her voice strangely younger than I imagined it would be.

“Because. After consuming the other man’s brain, I realized I would need you and the woman. Simple knowledge isn’t enough to survive in such a startling and new world.” She turned her pale gaze on me. Slitted pupils seemed to sprout from the center of her eyes as they focused on me.

“Help me and I give this man a new body.”

She’s in the shower now, not even a foot away from me. Take away the eyes she does look normal enough. Abe’s head can’t talk without her magic, but he’s sentient. I can see the fear in his eyes.

I don’t know if she will actually keep to her word but that’s all I have to go off of.

Rick, please, save us.

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Dreamwastaken X Reader

hi! this is my first real one-shot and i hope you enjoy!

TW: use of Dream and Sapnap’s real names!!!

Y/N POV

Today. Dream and I’s face reveal was happening. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m terribly excited to see him, it’s just what if he doesn’t like what’s behind my mask? I talked to George and Sapnap about the possibility of me flying out to Florida from Ohio, just so I could surprise him with my face in real life and see the guy that became one of my closest friends and the guy I also secretly liked. They both agreed that it would be a great plan and I booked my ticket and now was currently on my way.

Dream POV

The countdown was less than two hours. I never knew that revealing my face to anyone would be so nerve wracking, to be honest. Y/N was one of the closest people I had, and she always made my day. The way she laughed, the way she gave smiles, even when she facetimed me crying at one in the morning about a guy she was gorgeous. George was currently talking to me, but I must’ve not been paying attention because he kept calling my name loudly. “CLAY!” “CLAYYYY!” “CLAYTONNNN!” I blinked and shook my head. “Yeah?” “How you feeling, big guy?” “Don’t call me that, and nervous.” He laughed and wiggled his eyebrows.“Someone’s got a crushhhh~” I shoved him. “Oh sush, you would too if you knew her like I did.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” “Where’d Sapnap go?” I ask, wondering how the house got so quiet. “He’s out getting groceries.” “Oh, alright.”

Y/N POV

I was here. In freaking Florida! I texted Clay/Dream and grinned.

DweamyPoo ☺️ I’m so excited to see you!

Me too! Think I can get a glimpse right now? 🥺

You’ve waited this long now! A few more hours won’t hurt you!

Oh whatever 🙄🙄

😜😜😜

I giggled and looked around for Sapnap. Soon enough, I saw a guy with a sign that said, “DREAM’S GIRLFRIEND Y/N! WELCOME TO WARM WEATHER!”

I rolled my eyes and gave him a hug. “Hey mamacita!” He gasped. “That’s my line!” I laughed and pointed to the sign. “I’m not Clay’s girlfriend.” He winked. “Not yet.” I groaned. “Whatever.” He helped me with my bags and put them in the trunk, and started up the car. I grabbed the aux and put on my playlist of Dream songs. He gave me a side eye and shook his head. “Really?” “Yes. Absolutely.”

DREAM POV

“Clayyyy! Only a few more minutes!” I was pacing. A lot. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I know. What if she doesn’t like me though? Or decides that I’m too ugly to look at and blocks me? I don’t think I could handle that, she literally means the world to me, George.” George sighs and smiles. “I think you love herrrrr.” I blush. “Shut up!” I hear the car pull up and perk up, hoping to divert the conversation. “Nick’s home! Should we help him with the groceries, George?” He nods and grabs his phone. “Yeah, lemme record something real quick.” I gave him a confused look. “Why?” “Oh nothing, still getting used to everything here, I wanna vlog.” I shrug and smile, “Alright, I guess.” I start making my way to the front door and see another person. “What-“

Y/N POV

I’m here, and I’ve got so many butterflies inside my stomach. I grip Nick’s arm and whisper. “What if I’m not what he expects? What if he decides I’m not pretty enough for him?” Nick puts a hand on my shoulder and reassures me. “Y/N he’s literally in love with you, you’re thinking too much on the “what if’s” and not in the moment of you guys. Trust me, he’ll think you’re pretty, and I haven’t even seen your face yet either.” I grin and get out of the car. “Thanks, Snapmap.” He rolls his eyes. “You ruined our moment!” My eyes flickered to the door and smiled. I was here, he was here, at the same time. He opened the door and I covered my eyes. “OMG! IS THAT YOU, Y/N?”

DREAM POV I blinked and rubbed my eyes. Was y/n seriously here? She waved and smiled. Gosh, that smile could be the death of me, it makes the whole world brighter when she shines it. “CLAY!!” “Y/N!!!” I ran up to her and brought her into a hug. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE HERE!” She giggled and hugged me back. “Well yeah, I wanted to see Gogy of course.” I mock cried. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I wanted to see you.” “Good. Cause I was about to pinch myself to convince myself that you’re here and real.” Y/N pinched me. “Ouch!” “You said to pinch you.” “Not literally!” She rolled her eyes and looked up at me.

Y/N POV

He was really handsome. Like really handsome. His brown and blond hair curled around his face and his jawline. Omg, his jawline! It was sharp! And his eyes, dark emeralds, that would make the rarest gem in the world envious of the color he had in his eyes. He was perfect. “Um, Y/N? Are you alright?” Clay said, laughing. “Sorry, I got caught up in your beauty.” He kettle wheezed and blushed. “Really?” I nodded and glanced at his lips. He looked down at mine and started to lean towards me. I leaned forward and our lips connected. I swear I heard fireworks go off outside. It was magical, something that couldn’t be described with words. We broke apart and stared at each other, grinning. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kissed me again. “Y/N I love you, so much.” I giggled. “You’re lucky I love you too.”

THE END

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Get out, please; jungkook x fem!reader

A/N: It's here... after a few days of writing and editing, I'm done.

warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of smoking, pure angst

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Rainy nights at your apartment follow the same schedule every time. Quiet 2000's R&B playing in the background, a lavender candle drifting through every room, and the soft rattles that come from every drop that hits your window. Rainy nights were always peaceful, nothing to disturb the constant sound and scent that lights up every time during the rain.

But tonight will be different. You can't help but be nervous about tonight, so many things can go wrong. Your entire life was about order, this rainy night routine is just for fun, it's almost like you need to have it like this. And if something even deviates out of the plan your mind just shuts down. You can't even complain if something goes wrong, this whole talk you're about to have with jungkook is your fault.

2 years ago

"Jungkook! Slow down!" "Hey! I'm not slowing down anytime soon!" Yelling on the race track trying to communicate with your sweet, caring, and charming boyfriend of 4 years. This was all his idea to go go-kart racing. Of course he's winning, but still it's a nice idea to go out on the weekends with each other. Being in your last year of college was hectic, and having a boyfriend during the whole thing somehow made it better.

Having a person you could vent to or help relieve stress was nice. Feeling not lonely during your freshman year was definitely a game changer. Jungkook was one of the nicest people you've ever met in your life, and to have him besides you was a dream. But even with all that lovey-dovey honeymoon stuff it still doesn't erase the guilt you feel every time you guys hang out.

Two months ago you caught Jungkook smoking again. He promised he would stop and when he didn't it was a problem. It's not your business to be in his but you just felt like you were looking out for him and not badgering him. But obviously Jungkook felt a different way about the situation. That night he stormed out and went to some bar.

But in a moment of weakness and just needing someone to lean on, you turned to someone else. A one night stand is all it was. But the morning you two had made up and what's the point of bringing up something that would cause another huge argument?

Present

Every time you hang out the more and more it eats at you, you started picking up smoking. The same thing that caused this whole mess. But the only person you can blame for this is yourself.

Now you need to focus on what to do. You can't sit and dwell on the past anymore, just sitting and waiting, praying, wishing that you never have to bring this up and be in your honeymoon phase forever. To never have to leave his arms or forget his scent, even the way he talks.

"Honey! I'm home!" Jungkook yells out as he takes off his shoes and starts walking over to your door. The sound of footsteps grows closer and closer as your anxiety rises. All you can do at this point is reassure yourself that nothing can go wrong. Even though that's probably a lie.

"Hey? Did you not hear me... I'm home?" "Oh, yeah sorry I was just zoned out or whatever. But how was work?" All you can do is deflect until you have time to finish thinking this over. "Um it was fine, you know, going to practice with Jimin and J-Hope, then going to some meetings and then coming home to my precious girlfriend." He pinches your cheek at those last two words, your normal response would have been something along the lines of stop it or your my precious boyfriend but tonight all you can do is put on a fake chuckle and smile.

"Hey is everything alright? You usually have a more uppy vibe, even when it is raining." Shit. "Um, actually I wanted to talk about something real quick." The air around started to slowly dissipate, the temperature in the room had risen to what felt like an all time high.

"So baby," you grabbed his hands hoping jungkook's touch would calm your jitters down, "you know, when I caught you smoking again and we had that big argument. Right?" "Yeah I remember it, why?" Jungkook's confused tone makes you wonder if you should do this, if you jeopardize this relationship. "Um so that night you left, and when you did I called up one of my old highschool friends. You know you have someone to talk to about this-s." Jungkook pulls you closer as if he could tell that you're trying not to break down.

All that comes out of your mouth now is a series or siren sobs. Tears flow down like a newborn river, the guilt you've been holding onto flows out effortlessly. "I-i got drunk-k and I c-cheated. It w-was a one one night stand though so." Jungkook's arms drop from around your back, you can feel his body run cold. Slowly the life from his face is drained and sucked away, eyes emotionaless as if he's seen a murder happen in front of him.

"J-jungkook... b-baby? Baby are you there..?" It’s quiet on his end. No response, just a dead stare at the silk white bed sheets. Tears slowly start to run off Jungkook's face, small sobs slip out of his mouth, each one causing more heartache and pain than the last. “Please, baby. I still love you. I just need someone to lean on and y-you were g-gone…” “Ok! Just because I'm gone doesn’t mean you go hook up with someone?!” “I-I’m sorry ok! It was a mistake, please baby just take me back..” Clasping onto his arm, Jungkook starts to stand up. Is he leaving? Please god, if you're by yourself you have no idea what you’ll do to yourself, “Jungkook,” you start to chase after him, “Please, just listen to me.” “Listen?! Are you fucking insane? You just sat here and lied to me for 2 fucking years and then expect me not to be distraught or pissed off about it.”

You're sure at this point the neighbors can hear you but you don’t really care. All you can possibly care about is getting the love of your life, the center of your world back. “I never said you couldn’t be upset or pissed off, I just want you to listen to me. I had a one night stand and you're acting like I shot your mother.” “Maybe because you were the love of my life, one of the biggest parts of my world. One of the main reasons why I get up in the morning when I know the day will be shitty. The one person I could come to and talk about how annoying my co-workers are or even just sit by you and we both say nothing, just enjoying each other’s company. Maybe that’s why I’m pissed off.” Nothing is said for the next few seconds, pure silence as if the world has stopped moving.

“I mean it’s almost as if you don’t care about me. Like you just thought I might just bounce back. Y/N,” You look up facing his tear-stained face, “I can’t love you anymore. And I don’t think you love me anymore either… or you can’t love me anymore after this.” ‘I can’t love you anymore…’ Nothing in the world could comfort you. Each second that passes by brings more and more guilt and grief out of you. Your legs start to wobble, the room feels like it’s on a carousel, and it won’t stop turning. You can’t do this anymore, you feel physically sick just standing here nevertheless in front of your past lover. “Jungkook, I need you to get out.” You whisper, “Y/N… what did you say.” “I need you to get out.” Praying that you don’t sound weak or vulnerable, one thing you hated between you and jungkook’s relationship is how he would mock you.

He would put on the sickly puppy tone that was supposed to be you. Though it was funny or cute sometimes, it would get very annoying when you were trying to be serious. This solely stems from your parents and how you never really took the intuitive to stand up for yourself, to voice your own opinion. So now when every you would try to voice your opinion Jungkook would come around with that horrid tone and mock you, like a child.

“Please just get out, I can’t do this.” “What do you mean, you said you wanted to talk and then you lay this on me without me even getting a chance to say something?” “What are you even talking about, you went on that whole rant about how much you loved me and cared for me? Now you're saying I didn’t even give you a chance?” Is he really trying to turn this into an argument, “Well I don’t think that was me voicing my whole opinion but.” “No, there’s no but. What I did was wrong, and we both acknowledge that now it’s time for us to go our separate ways. So please, just leave.”

Why does he always have to be difficult and stubborn, just leave. But with Jungkook it’s never easy to just put an argument to rest. “Fine I’ll go, but once I leave I’m never calling you again, contacting you again, even interacting with you again.” “Leave your keys on the way out please.” “Peace Y/N.” And with that he was gone, the love of your life.

Your knees gave out the moment the door locked back in place as if the only thing keeping you from falling was Jungkook. But now, he’s gone and there’s nothing you can do about it. You could cry which wouldn’t really bring him back but it’s better than being a shell of nothing. "Why me? I mean, I cheated but i-i thought he would understand-d." You mumble out from your tears.

"Maybe we weren't meant to be, you know. Fate just got the wrong two people." All you could do is just sob. Mourning a loss that was still there, a loss of love.

A/N: I've been wanting to write some angst, (you could kinda say that most of my stuff is but...) anyways, I think this is ok, not the best though. But as always,

xoxo,

Hoshi 💫