#hey mom i can never think on the spot when you ask how its going so ill tell you here

[perlelune]

Dollhouse | Rafe Cameron | i.

The moment your mother marries Ward Cameron should have been the moment your life changes for the better. A fresh start out of the Cut for the both of you. And for the first seven years of living with the Camerons, everything truly is perfect.

Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Pogue!Reader, Stepcest, Secret Relationship, Manipulation, Jealousy, Drugs, Drinking

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

You peek from your hiding spot, beneath the lavishly decorated long table. Mom looks pretty. She’s wearing a fancy white dress that likely costs ten times the rent you used to pay. Perhaps more. The diamond earrings she dons, a wedding gift from your new dad, (Your new dad, your mind still cannot grapple with that reality-altering piece of information. You have a dad now, a stepfather), glimmer as they catch the glow of the fairy lights overhead. 

She’s laughing. So loudly you can see all her teeth and her eyes are crinkly. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Mom laugh like that. No. You have never seen Mom laugh like that. Not ever. In the eleven years she’s raised you on her own. There have been sad times. Very sad times. Happy times too. 

Still, she’s never looked as happy as she does today. 

Like she’s on Cloud Ten. Not on Cloud Nine. Cloud Ten. Because there has to be a level above that fully captures how overjoyed Mom looks right now.

All because of this man. Your gaze swings to him. He’s wearing a suit, a white wedding suit, because Mom insisted they match and she always despised - despised not hated - bland wedding tuxedos. Bland anything really. So she picked his suit herself. Just like she did everything for the wedding. Her dream wedding. Something she’s constantly reminded you for the past month. 

That this is her moment. Her big moment. One you shouldn’t ruin. 

Which is why you’re hiding here. You can’t ruin anything from underneath a table. A silent observer. Quiet as a mouse. 

That way Mom can have her moment while you bask in the shock that she’s a Cameron now. And so are you. 

“Hey. Why are you hiding at your own mom’s wedding?”

You gasp, startled by the voice beside you. Your head turns. A blond-haired boy is crouched next to you, his neck crooked from having to fit his tall frame in the small space. His blue eyes are wide and curious as they rest on you.

“I-I’m not hiding,” you stammer, shocked that someone found your secret spot. Everyone’s focus is glued to the new Mr. And Mrs. Cameron. Even your new stepsisters are cheering from the circle around them. Sarah’s the loudest. Her thunderous clap and megawatt smile is a cheering squad all on its own. 

This is their day.

So you figured your existence must have been forgotten by now. You tossed flower petals across the aisle, just like Mom asked. You smiled for the family pictures. You hugged him, that man, your new dad.

You awkwardly greeted your new siblings. Well, mostly waved from a safe distance.

You assumed your disappearance would go unnoticed amidst the bubble of joy keeping everyone trapped in its spell. But someone slipped away from it for a little while, it seems, broke the spell. Long enough to notice your absence. 

He nods and says, “Really? Come out then, since you’re not hiding.” When you dig your pink ballet flats into the grassy dirt, refusing to move, the teenager chuckles.

He plops onto the floor. 

“Or we can stay here.”

Your brows knit. We. It sounds strange. Alien to your ears. It’s always been you and Mom. The two of you against the world, jumping over every hurdle life stuck in your path together. There’s just so many kids now. And based on Mom’s recent announcement…there’ll be another one soon. The final knot binding your two families.

Thinking about it makes your mind spin. Overnight you went from being an only child to having three siblings. Well, four in some months. 

Saying your world has been turned upside down is an understatement. Everything that used to be up is now down. And the house! Tannyhill is nothing like the tiny apartment you and Mom used to share. The one where the lights used to go out sometimes. It has all these big rooms. A gigantic yard. A pool. 

JJ even made fun of you at school because he said you’re a Kook now. 

A Kook. You wanted to punch him…and you did.

You will never be a Kook. It doesn’t matter if Mom makes you change schools, forcing you to attend the one on Figure 8, if she buys you new clothes, moves you to a new house.

You’ll always be a Pogue. A fact the kids at your new school make sure you never forget. 

You tuck your knees against your chest.

“You don’t have to.”

“I do what I want,” he replies with a shrug.

He brings out a piece of cake from behind him. 

“Do you want some?”

You make a face. 

“Not hungry.”

He laughs and takes a spoonful of the three layered chocolate cake himself. 

“What kind of kid refuses cake?” 

“Why are you here?” you retaliate, growing more annoyed. 

“Because you’re my new sister,” he states with a shrug. Your eyes round. “That’s what my dad says anyways.” He sighs. “Gotta look out for you and all that.”

“I don’t need it.”

“Well, little sisters are a pain in the ass. Didn’t ask for another one.” His brows furrow. “Didn’t ask for a new stepmom either but…here we are, princess.”

“Princess?”

“It’s what you look like, with your pink ribbons and all the bows,” he says, waving his hand in front of you. 

You open your mouth then close it. Mom did go overboard with the pink and the bows. But she wanted you to look cute in the photos. She wanted all the girls to look cute. Adorable, as she said. So you and your stepsisters ended up with those big, embarrassing, fluffy pink dresses. 

“Anyways. I’m your brother now. Deal with it, okay?” He scratches the back of his neck, placing the cake on the ground. “Pretty sure if I let anything bad happen to you my dad will kill me.”

You look ahead. Mom’s dancing with the girls now. She pauses momentarily, glancing around, but quickly returns to the dance. She, Wheezie and Sarah bounce in a circle, giggling as they tap their feet to the music. 

Your eyes swell with tears. 

This is how long it took Mom to replace you. A few seconds.

Rafe’s voice laces with irritation. 

“Are you crying?” His harsh tone only drags more sobs out of you. You grip the hem of your fluffy dress to wipe the snot pouring from your nose. 

The boy rolls his eyes. 

“Girls are so annoying, always crying for no reason.” He plucks a tissue from the back pocket of his dress pants and dabs it against your eyes. He does it rather aggressively which startles you out of your meltdown. “Here, stop.” You blink at him. “I’m sorry, okay?” His blue eyes soften. “I promise, we’re not so bad.” He scrunches his nose. “Well, except for Sarah who’s a spoiled brat…but you get used to it too.”

You sniffle and duck your head. Almost as if reading your mind, he assures softly, “Your mom will always be your mom, so stop crying, okay?”

You raise your head, gaping at him. 

“T-Thank you, Rafe,” you mumble between your abating sobs.

He shrugs. “Whatever.”

As he continues wiping your face, your tears slowly drying, you start pondering. Perhaps having a big brother won’t be so bad.

Cheers and applause explode around you as you blow the last of the sparkler candles. It took several tries before all the flames flickered out, plunging the room in total blackness. Your sisters giggle beside you and a contagious smile creeps onto your lips.

“Make a wish, make a wish!” your family chants around you.

You shush everyone which draws more laughs, especially from Mom and Dad. “Guys, quiet. I need to focus.”

You suck in a deep breath. 

You close your eyes and make a silent wish. Your smile broadens. It’s easy. You wish for everyday moving forward to be as perfect as this one, as wonderful. A happiness untouched and crystallized like a butterfly in amber. Its paper-thin, delicate wings never shriveling. Its vibrant colors never dimming. Its beauty never waning, never yielding to the fickle whims of time. Every year onwards, you wish to be surrounded by the same love and support you’ve gotten to experience for the last eighteen years. 

You wish to always be with family. 

When your eyes open, you beam brightly. The fact that familiar faces stare back at you fills you with warmth and comfort. Sarah, your sister, offered to throw the flashiest, biggest party of the year for your birthday. She even made a vision board for it. It was quite impressive actually. She planned on making sure her little sister celebrated eighteen years on this earth with a bang. But you staunchly refused. Not only did you hope to avoid more organizing drama between Sarah and Kie, you wanted something discreet and casual this year. You had no desire to be surrounded by vague acquaintances from the Island Club or the snobbish classmates who only stopped calling you names once they realized Mom was more than Dad’s mid-life crisis. 

Despite the twenty-year age gap between them, you’ve never witnessed two people more in sync than your mom and dad. You know every woman on that side of the island has wished for their marriage to fail. You wouldn’t flinch if you learnt there was a voodoo doll of your mom in one of those women’s closets. People figured they wouldn’t last. After all, they are so different. Mom used to be a cocktail waitress at the country club Dad is still a faithful member of to this day. His wife Rose had recently died and they bonded over fishing and sports. In many Kooks’ eyes, Mom will always be beneath them. You can see it in their eyes. Their pinched smiles. Their forced pleasantries. A veil of unbelonging will always cling to you and your mother. Deep down, despite living in this big beautiful house for seven years, you’ll always be Pogues. Not that you’ll ever tell Mom. She lives in a pink-colored bubble of her own making. One you wouldn’t dare pop lest she land in a cold puddle of harsh reality.

Still, you’re happy for your parents. 

Even after all these years, they love each other deeply. They still find ways to surprise each other, to make the other feel special.

Alice and Ward Cameron are what true love looks like in your eyes. What it should look like. Unless you have what your parents have one day, you don’t see yourself tying the knot with anyone. Your dad set that standard by being the best man you’ve ever met. 

Willa bounces in front of you, displaying her gummy grin. She recently turned seven and her front teeth have yet to come out. It never stops her from smiling all day however. 

“What did you wish for?” 

You don a cryptic expression.

“It’s a secret.”

Willa pouts, folding her arms dejectedly. Dad chuckles and picks her up. He rubs her back to comfort her, explaining, “She can’t tell you her wish, sweetheart. Otherwise it won’t come true.”

Your little sister gives a reluctant nod. Willa abhors the word ‘no’. Setting limits for her is a problem as she’s so accustomed to Dad surrendering to her every whim. Ward Cameron is what some would call a ‘girl dad’ through and through. It never takes much effort from you and your sisters to convince him and whoever would dare hurt any of you should probably count their days…as your dad would likely have already picked a date and funeral plot for them.

The time for the gifts comes. You sit in a chair at the head of the dinner table as everyone gathers around you to give you their gift. 

Sarah got you a coupon for a tattoo. While Dad is livid, she winks at you. The two of you mentioned getting matching tattoos before you leave for college. You’re glad to learn that she hasn’t forgotten.

Wheezie hands you a Sephora gift card. She’s very solemn, adjusting her glasses while giving it to you, which tears a chuckle from you.

“You just always say you don’t want anything, then everyone gets you a super cool gift,” she laments. Mom squeezes her shoulder. 

“It’s an amazing gift. I love it, Wheezie.”

Her face lights up at your response.

Willa’s gift draws the biggest smile from you. It’s a handcrafted wooden box covered in seashells, glitter and sand. It has a silver lock with a little key. It’s just so cute and you already picture yourself placing it above your bed or somewhere on your desk in your college dorm. It’ll be a much-welcome reminder of home. 

Mom and Dad’s combined gift sits in a square velvet jewelry box. The breath hovers in your lungs, your fingers shaking with anticipation as you open the box.

Your jaw drops.

A gold necklace with a single diamond charm shaped like a teardrop lies on beige satin. 

Your hand flies to your mouth. This must have cost a pretty penny.

“I don’t know what to say,” you whisper.

“Do you like it, sweetheart?” Dad asks.

“I love it.”

A bright grin unfurls on his face at your swift response. He moves forward, collecting the necklace from the box. 

“Can I…”

“Of course,” you reply, shoving your hair aside so he can place the necklace on you. 

When he’s done, he takes a moment to look at you, his hands clasping your shoulders. “It suits you. Your mom and I picked it out…” His voice falters, unspilled tears filling his blue eyes. 

You wrap your arms around him. He hugs you tightly. 

“Dad, it’s okay,” you say.

He unleashes a watery laugh. “It’s just…you girls are growing up so fast.” He steps back and hastily wipes the tears in his eyes. Dad loathes crying in front of you. Well, showing any sort of emotion really. You don’t remember seeing him shed a tear since the day you called him ‘dad’. It just slipped out of your mouth one time. It just felt natural after a while. 

Ward is the only father you’ve ever known, your mother having divorced your biological father when you were just a few months old. You’ve never met this man, though you’ve heard he has another family on the mainland. You can’t deny you’ve been curious about him at times. But your mother’s lips are sealed when it comes to that man. She rarely talks about that time but you always gathered that his absence in your lives is somewhat of a blessing.

You hug Dad again.

“It’s okay. I promise to visit a lot. For every holiday. And you guys can come see me too.” You try to lighten the mood as you note the sour faces. “It’ll just be four years. Then I can come home and work on getting my real estate license while working with Dad at Cameron development.”

“That’s my girl. Eyes on the prize,” he praises. 

“Always.”

He sweeps an icy glance over Rafe.

“If only a certain someone followed your example.”

Your brother flinches. He’s been a bit more withdrawn than everyone else during the party. Besides singing ‘Happy Birthday’, he hasn’t said a word to you. You surmise he’s not too eager to see you leave either. Out of all your siblings, you are the closest to Rafe. 

While he was standoffish when you first met, he’s warmed up to you considerably over the years. He’s not just your brother. He’s also your confidant. You can count on one hand the things you don’t share with Rafe.

“Come on, dad. That’s not fair,” you say, trying your best to dissipate the tension in the air. “He’s just on his own path.” 

Rafe bolts from his seat, stomping out of the room and heading to the balcony. 

Your shoulders slump.

“Not everyone has to go to college to succeed. You know that. And so does Mom.”

“You’re right.” He heaves out a weary breath. “But I’m not mad that your brother dropped out of college. I’m mad he doesn’t care about anything he can’t shove up his nose or get high with.”

Concern scrunches your mother’s features. 

“Honey,” she says.

“Alice, he’s twenty-two years old. It’s time for him to grow up.”

Bereft of arguments to defend Rafe, and with your dad being stubborn as ever, you elect to join him on the balcony. The cool night breeze seeps through your clothes. Goosebumps break out on your skin as you shiver by Rafe’s side. 

You decide to crack his shell with a lighthearted joke. 

“So I don’t get a gift from my big brother this year?”

A smile breaks out on Rafe’s face. He turns to you.

“But you always say you don’t want anything because you already have everything.”

You give him a harmless punch in the rib. He pretends to be deeply hurt by it and bursts out in laughter.

“I’m kidding,” he admits. “I'll give it to you later this week. It’s something you’ve wanted for a long time, promise. There was just a…temporary shortage.”

You acquiesce. You let a comfortable silence hang between you and him for a while before speaking again.

You take a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry about Mom and Dad,” you blurt out.

Shrugging, he scoffs, “It’s fine. It’s not like Dad will stop riding my ass all the time. At least Alice doesn’t have her foot on my neck 24/7.”

You grip his arm.

“They’re just worried about you. About your future.” Rafe’s jaw clenches, his blue eyes set forward. “You know Dad loves you. He’s just not very good at showing it.” Hope laces your tone. “Maybe try to stop by the office more? I’m sure he’ll appreciate you showing interest in the family business.” You shift closer to him, whispering. “Even Sarah can’t be bothered, just so you know.” This makes his hard gaze fall on you. Talking about Sarah never fails to make Rafe’s blood pressure rise. Even after all that time, the two of them can’t seem to get along. “You’re always talking about being proactive and all that. Then be proactive, Rafe.”

He studies you for a while before a slow smirk unfans on his lips. 

“You know…that is actually not a bad idea, princess.”

“Of course it’s a great idea. I had it,” you jest, drawing a hearty chuckle from him.

The buzzing of your phone shatters the moment. You startle. You hastily grab it from the pocket of your cardigan. 

“Just give me a minute,” you utter apologetically. You step away for a bit. Rafe’s eyes on you are sharp as you check your phone. The message you receive has you fighting a smile. You feel giddy that he remembered your birthday. You don’t even remember telling him it was today. Suppressing the goofy grin threatening to take over the bottom of your face, you return to your spot next to Rafe. 

“Who was that?” he asks.

You lie with ease. While you love Rafe, he can be so overprotective. To a suffocating degree at times. No guy will approach you because the mere knowledge that Rafe Cameron is your brother and will surely dole out a severe beating if any guy so much as stares at his sister too long makes most of them steer clear. Some of your suitors have tried, the brave, reckless ones, but Rafe would scare each of them away. 

There’s been a boy lately. One who eluded your brother’s relentless scrutiny. Familiar, but also kind of new. Rafe would blow a fuse if he knew who it was. He can’t find out. Not yet anyways. 

You slap on a mask of nonchalance. 

“No one.”

He gives a nod, licking his lips. He seems to mull over something before narrowing his eyes in suspicion. 

“Are you hiding something?”

Your stomach knots. You try to keep an even, casual tone. You fail. 

“I-I’m not. Why would you say that, Rafe?”

“I don’t know. You were acting shifty just then.”

“I’m allowed to have some privacy, Rafe. I’m not a kid anymore.”

His jaw ticks. He takes a small step back, as if your words hit him square in the face. 

“But we never had any secrets for each other, haven’t we?”

“Yeah.”

His blue eyes trap yours. 

“So who was it, princess?”

You shudder. Keeping things from him is near impossible. He knows you like a book he’s read every single page from. Again and again. 

This is how you know your subterfuge can't be a complete success. Still, you stick to your story.

“Like I said, Rafe. No one,” you maintain.

He bends over you, seizing your hand and tucking it against his chest. Your heart skips a beat. 

“You know I’m just trying to protect my little sister, right? That’s all I’ve ever tried to do, protect you.”

“I know,” you say, a small smile tugging your lips. 

He rubs his thumb across your palm, squeezing your fingers more tightly than before. You wince at the pressure. It’s on the thin edge of pain.

“So…you’d tell me if there was anything new in your life, anyone?”

Your pulse quickens. The lie aches as it rises from your throat this time. Needles of deceit. You aren’t used to lying to your brother. 

“Of course, Rafe. You’d be the first to know,” you chime, forcing a false, wobbly smile on your face.

He stares at you for so long that it grows unnerving. After an eternity, his grip on your hand slackens. You rub your pulsing fingers, a frown wrinkling your brow. 

He crosses his arms over the railing, eyes fixated on the night as he mumbles under his breath, “Good.”

You don’t know how to answer that, a wave of unease, cooler than the night chill, passing through you somehow. 

[billluver0124]

"middle school shenanigans!"

synopsis : tom goes through his 'first love' experience with y/n! WARNINGS: there is none, its a fluff story !!

authors note: once again, @rottinglilys helped me with the plot of the story ! i hope you guy enjoy my lovies<3

it all started back last year in grade 7, tom had a MASSIVE crush on y/n. he would always catch himself staring at her in classes because they had most classes together.

he always adored how she looked; her hair, her eyes, her bubbly personality, her willingness to be kind towards those who dont deserve it. but most of all...her smile. toms heart used to explode like fireworks whenever he was blessed to see her smiled.

then on the day before spring break started, tom slipped her a note in her locker.

"Hey, ich bin in dich verknallt. Magst du mich auch?

ja oder nein ?-t.k"

y/n was so confused when she got the note. she didn't know what 't.k' stood for, until the very last hour of school. when tom decided to man up and go up to her.

"y/n!" he yelled, jogging up to her to catch her attention. she turns around "oh hi tom!" she said, smiling. tom almost fell to his knees right then and there, but no! he needed to tell her how she felt! "did you get my note?" tom asked, his hand wrapped around the back of his neck. then it hit y/n straight in the face, t.k = tom kaulitz, how could i be so fucking stupid? she thought to herself. "o-oh uh yea!" she answered nervously. "c-can i see it?" tom asked, y/n nervously giving it back. he opens it to see that it wasnt answered "you didnt answer it, do you not like me back?" tom felt his heart sting a little but it was soon reassured. "n-no i do like you, i like you a-a lot!..." y/n blurted out "i just didnt know what 't.k' meant at first until now..." tom chuckled, "what did you think it meant?" "i-i dont know...t-turkey kabob?" she joked, causing them to both laugh. after a moment of silence, tom speaks "so, are you my girlfriend now?" tom asked, not knowing where to go from here. y/n nods, giving him a hug. tom feels his heart flutter at the feeling of y/n in his arms. "you wanna hangout this weekend? ill ask my mom if its okay" she asked, tom nods "yea for sure! ill see you then"

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it was now grade 8, tom and y/n have been dating for a year! their families have grown fond of each other and they hangout at each others house after school most of the week and sometimes on weekends...

with the condition that the door must stay open of course...

today they were at toms house, tom was showing her a song he was playing some guitar for her and she just peacefully watched. y/n always admired toms talent on guitar, she knew he was gonna make it big one day.

after a little while, he puts the guitar away and pats a spot next to him "wanna cuddle liebe?" he asked, she smiles and lays next to him. he pulls her into his embrace, her pretty head rests upon his chest as he strokes her hair.

as tom stroked her hair, y/n found herself staring at a particular feature on his face, his lips. the pretty pink color, the way they curved into a smile whenever he was happy, and oh my god his lip piercing...y/ns never kissed anyone before, but she wanted to kiss him so bad. "is something wrong?" tom asked, slightly nervous. "nothing its just..." y/n took a breath before she finished her question "h-have you ever kissed anyone?" tom sighed "uhm, yeah..my babysitter when i was like..9" "oh.." "why? have you ever kissed anyone schatz?" tom asked, y/n looks down; embarassed "n-no, i havent.."

then almost immediately, tom got an idea in his little brain>.<

"do you want to have your first kiss?" "well, yeah every girl wants to have their first kiss" y/n joked "no schatzi..." tom chuckled "i mean do you want to have it...with me?" y/n hesitates for a moment, nervous of if shes a good kisser or not. shes really new to this! what if shes a bad kisser? what if she goes too far? but it couldnt be that bad right? its just a kiss for christs sake!

"yeah..is that okay tommy?" "its more than okay with me schatzi.." tom sat up, scooting closer to her "you ready?" he asked...

y/n nods, shakily moving her face closer to him. tom places a hand on her cheek then boom! their lips were sealed together! (aww so cute! >.<) y/n places a hand on his shoulder, deepening the kiss. then they let go because if they kissed any longer they would suffocate!

"woah.." y/n mumbled, tom chuckling at her reaction "did you like it?" "yeah i did" y/n said, softly smiling... "then we should kiss more often then hm?" tom said, smirking at his girlfriend.

[chloe-skywalker]

Could Be? - Jay Halstead

Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader Severide

Warnings: none

Word count: 766

Summary: Jay’s never met Serveirses sister, maybe its because she travels for work so often. But maybe they hadn’t met yet for a reason. Maybe it hadn’t been the right time till now.

Authors Note: You never see a woman wrestler as a job for the reader and I’m a big fan of AEW so I put some of that in this story.

Masterlist

One Chicago Masterlist

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“Hey Herrmann.” Jay greeted as he approached the firefighter. It was rare when the FD and the PD could get together but this giant cook out for both departments was a great way to get together.

“What's up Halstead?” Herrmann answered with a smile.

Jay was looking around and he had noticed a woman he’s never seen before with Kelly. Who better to ask than Herrmann. “Who’s that over there with Severide?”

“Y/n?” Herrmann furrowed his brows, why’d he want to know that? Then again Jay was a friendly guy and probably hadn’t met her yet. “Severide's sister Y/n. Well half sister but their mom’s let the two grow up seeing each other all the time. Essentially they grew up together. They're close.”

“Thank’s.” Jay nodd’s in gratitude as Herrmann got dragged away by one of his kids.

“Dude this could be a bad idea.” Kevin shook his head already sure of what Jay was thinking. Kevin and Adam had been nearby and heard Jay talking to Herrmann, so once the firefighter left they approached their buddy.

“Could be?” Adam raised a brow in question.

“It’s Severide's sister.” Kevin clarifies as if it should be obvious.

“She could be worth it.” Adam shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip of his beer.

“Who could be worth it?” Hailey questioned as her and Kim walked up to the guys.

“Severide's sister.” Kevin tell’s the women, catching them up.

“You should at least try.” Kim shrugged her shoulders.

“Thank you ladies.” Jay smiled at them before heading over towards Kelly and his apparent sister.

“Hey Jay.” Kelly nodded in greeting.

“Severide. Who’s this?” he asked, smiling.

“Y/n Jay Halstead, Jay Halstead Y/n Severide Y/l/n. My sister.” Kelly introduced his sister to the detective.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/n smiled, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you to. Didn’t know Kelly had a sister.” Jay smiled, shaking her hand.

“I travel a lot for work.” Y/n nodded as she gave her explanation.

“I’m gonna go grab a burger.” Kelly stated leaking the two to get acquainted.

“What do you do for work?” Jay asked, trying to get to know her better.

“Professional Wrestler.” Y/n answered with a smirk.

“Like WWE?” he raised a brow in shock.

Y/n shook her head and scoffed. “No, that's not professional wrestling, that's sports entertainment. The outcome, move’s pulled in the ring and words they say. All scripted… No, I'm with AEW. Real professional wrestling.”

“I’ll have to watch sometime.” Jay smiled at how passionately she talked about her job.

“Maybe you can come and see it in person sometime.” Y/n offered shyly.

“It’s a date.” Jay stated obviously hinting at the fact he was interested in her.

“Well the date would have to be after or before.” Y/n glanced at him.

“Fine by me.” Jay smirked.

Y/n nodded and then looked him up and down and smirked herself. “And let me guess ex-military and now law enforcement.”

“Damn spot on guess.” Jay answered, looking at her impressed and shocked.

“Well it’s not hard to tell your ex-military but it’s easy to see you're not a firefighter. And this is for firefighters and law enforcement plus their families.” Y/n laughed at his facial expression.

“Detective.” Jay told her to stepping closer to her.

“You work under Voight.” Y/n came to the conclusion.

“The one and only. You have a beef with him to?” Jay asked, really hoping she didn’t.

“Not personally. Only backing up Casey. But that’s been settled.” Y/n tells him with a shake of her head in a ‘no’ motion.

Meanwhile some of 51 and Voights team were watching from afar.

“Are you letting Halstead chat up your sister?” Herrmann raised a brow as he questioned the squad leader, confused and slightly concerned. Concerned for Halstead.

“No harm in them just talking.” Kelly shrugged.

“It’s more than that.” Adam laughed

“I noticed. But as long as he doesn’t hurt her I don’t have a problem with it.” Kelly told them taking a sip of his beer.

“You have a problem with anyone else aksing her out on a date.” Cruz looked at him with squinted eye’s judgingly.

“Not me.” Casey smirked, tilting his head, looking all innocent.

“Yeah well you're the exception.” Kelly shrugged and nudged Casey’s shoulder.

“What about Halstead?” Mouch asked.

“We’ll see.” Kelly watched Y/n and Jay closely. He’d be the first one to step in if he didn’t like anything Jay did. Y/n’s his sister, you don’t mess with his sister.

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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter fifteen: You move into the dorms.

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You shifted the box in your hands to get a better grip. Time had passed since your visit to Katsuki in his home, and now the school had all its students moving into dorms.

It had been a struggle, but finally, you got permission to move in. Everyone was scrambling about as you only had one day to get all your stuff situated.

The rooms were amazing. You had your own personal bathroom and balcony. It felt nice to have a designated spot for yourself, and you could tell a lot of your classmates felt the same.

You passed Mina while you walked down the hall bringing another box of your things, “Hey!” She called to you. “Once everyone’s done getting settled in, we were going to do a room competition, ok?! I can’t wait to see how everyone decorates! See you later!” Mina concluded and excitedly went back into her dorm which happened to be next to yours.

A room competition, you thought. Maybe that would be fun, but you weren’t sure you wanted all your classmates in your room. That might feel a little invasive. You pushed the thought aside and continued to put away your clothes and rearrange the room to your liking.

Once finished you couldn’t help but be curious as to how everyone else was doing… especially Katsuki. Fuck it, you thought and made your way over to the boy's side of the dorm.

Everyone was still haphazardly running around getting settled in, so no one questioned you walking to the boy's side. You're pretty sure you remembered Katsuki being on the fourth floor when Aizawa explained room assignments. It was helpful that the rooms also had designated names for the students outside.

Finding Katsuki's door, you knocked and were greeted with a frustrated, “WHAT?!”

Katsuki opened the door, eyebrows furrowed and face in a scowl. His features softened just slightly as he laid his eyes on you, “Oh it’s you. What do you want?” he asked, leaving the door open and going back to putting his clothes in his closet.

“Just coming to check how you’re doing,” you said, stepping into the room.

“Shut the door if you intend to stay. I don’t want any other extras bothering me,” he huffed.

You shut his door and walked over to sit in his rolling chair.

“Are you already finished unpacking?” he asked, glancing over at you for a moment before going back to putting more stuff away.

“Yeah, I didn’t have too much to put away. Do you need any help?” You offered.

“No,” he said sternly.

You looked around, his room was rather plain. And just like his bedroom at home, it was extremely organized. Thinking back to how his mom yelled at him that night you imagined that might be why he has such clean habits. Upon inspecting the room, you noticed an All Might poster rejected on the floor in the corner of the room.

“Want me to put that up for you?” You asked

Katsuki looked over to see what you were referring to, then snapped his head back to his tasks when he realized it was the All Might poster.

Katsuki just shrugged his shoulders as a response, which you thought to be very uncharacteristic of him. Never once had you known him to be silent.

You didn’t push him any further, sensing the unusual energy coming from him. Instead, you swirled slightly back in forth in the rolling chair watching him put his stuff away.

“Tch- just gonna watch me, hu?” He mused.

“Well, you won’t let me help.” You teased.

“You have your own damn room to sit in you know,” he barked.

“Yeah but… no one yells at me in there,” you giggled.

“I wouldn’t yell if you extras weren’t so damn annoying.” He replied finished putting away his clothes and sitting on the edge of his bed

“Speaking of ‘those extras’” you imitated his voice, “they are doing a room competition to see who has the best room,” you explained.

“Shitty hair told me. Sounds dumb,” he replied.

“Figured you say so,” you laughed.

“You can let me know how dumb it was tomorrow,” he said waving for you to leave.

“Hmm, I don’t think I’m going to do it,” you said pensively swiveling back and forth in the chair again.

“Whatever,” he said, shoulders slumping a bit. You noticed, unlike every other time you had talked to him, Katsuki never made eye contact with you. He’d glance at you sometimes, but his gaze was always elsewhere in the room otherwise.

“You feeling alright?” You asked.

“I’m fine. Why are you so damn nosey all the time,” he said, annoyed.

You would have liked to say you were worried about him, but knowing Katsuki like you did now, you knew that would only irritate him even more.

“Guess I’m just an annoying extra,” you teased.

Katsuki let out an amused puff of air.

“Hey, it was nice of you to pay Kirishima back for those goggles,” you said.

“I wasn’t being nice! I just… don’t want to owe any of you anything,” he grumbled.

“None of us did that because we expected you to owe us. You know that right?”

Katsuki didn’t respond but kept his gaze down toward the floor.

You took a risk and sat on the bed next to Katsuki. He didn’t react at all to you moving closer to him.

It frustrated you that you didn’t know how to get him to talk. If you said you were worried or commented on how his demeanor seemed to be different, he would just get angry. But it was clear to you the events he went through had been traumatic. You wished he wasn’t always so damn stubborn.

Instead of being able to figure out anything to say you just sat in silence next to him for what seemed like an uncomfortable amount of time.

“You wanted to know how I appeared suddenly to where you guys were in Kamino right?” he asked, breaking the silence and causing you to jump a bit.

You remembered he had already told you it was a part of All For One’s quirk, but you didn’t want to shut him down from talking about the event.

“Yeah-… how did that happen?” You asked, feeling yourself become excited, he was willing to talk about that night now. Again, you felt like you were dealing with a skittish cat. You had to walk on eggshells to be careful not to make him close off again.

Katsuki explained to you how back at the Leauge's Hide Out all of a sudden, this awful-smelling liquid came out of his mouth, and he was teleported to Kamino Ward. After that, he explained that the teleportation happened when Kamui Woods had seemingly trapped all the villains and All Might was confronting Shigaraki.

Katsuki moved back on the bed leaning against the wall as he explained the night's events. He mentioned that he heard what Aizawa said about him at the press conference, and how he refused to even pretend to be interested in joining the League even though he was clearly outnumbered.

You moved back to rest against the wall next to him feeling your eyes get heavy. Katsuki's voice got lower the more he continued to explain what had happened, and you felt yourself dozing off to it. You blinked hard in between his story, trying to stay alert.

You were thrilled he was talking to you about the event and seemed to be processing more of what happened, but after the long day of moving, it was hard to be energized.

The next time you blinked you were surprised to see the room dark. You looked over to see Katsuki asleep, lying down awkwardly on the bed to not get in your space.

Shit-

You fell asleep while he was talking. You stretched a bit while you decided what to do. You didn't want to wake him up by moving but- you had to leave, right?

You looked over at Katsuki and noticed his relaxed expression while he was fast asleep. It was such a contrast to his usual scowl. You almost didn't recognize him. The sight caused your cheeks to warm up.

Your blush intensified when you realized that Katsuki must have realized you fell asleep and chose not to wake you.

Your stretching and shuffled movement had been enough to wake Katsuki, who took a sharp breath in and rubbed his eyes. Opening his eyes halfway he looked over to you.

"Fuck, you're still here?" Katsuki grabbed his phone off the bed's headboard to check the time. "It's late, you should probably go. Everyone will be asleep now," he said.

"Yeah uh- goodnight, Katsuki," you said, as you started to crawl off the bed.

"Hu?" Katsuki looked at you curiously after you called him by his first name, but he was too tired to correct you or make a fuss about it. Instead, he closed his eyes to go back to bed as you quietly left and closed his dorm door.

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[ivysturnss]

Transition -Sturniolo Triplets

Summary:Where the triplets come back home and have some news waiting for them.

Warnings: FLUFF!!! Usual swearing , mentions of surgery , crying ,questioning ur gender and I think that's it.

Pairing: older bro!triplets x ftm!reader

A/N: reader is 17 in this and I'm sorry if its bad I thought of this on the spot

Nick Matt Chris MaryLou You

Divider- @ issysh3ll

You was currently sat up on the kitchen counter with my mom infront of u calming u down whilst small tears run down ur cheeks "What if they don't accept me!" "Buddy look at me please" you wipe ur nose with a tissue your mom had given u a few minutes prior then drifting ur eyes to look at her. "Are you listening to yourself right now , one of your brothers is gay and they accepted him ur not any different sweetie!" "I am though , nick hasn't changed he just likes boys but ive changed completely I haven't seen them in 9 months and the last time they saw me I was their little sister with long curly hair and braces." you say slightly raising ur voice and tears were now flowing heavily.

It was true the last time u had seen ur triplet brothers u had curly brown hair what hung just past ur chest , braces with pink bands , nails did but very short what u was forced to have done by ur best friend. None of ur friends and family knew at the time but just before ur brothers had came 9 and a half months ago u was questioning ur gender , long nights spent scrolling through tiktok and Pinterest looking at hairstyles for boys , male clothing just anything "boyish" in general and that's when it dawned on you. Im trans! You took inspiration from matts anxiety journal to make your own journal but instead of it being for anxiety you named it "Transition Journal". Any spare time you had you would write down ur thoughts , ways to tell ur family, name ideas and in the end it was full to the brim. It was a mix of a scrapbook and a diary it had photos cut out of outfits and where to buy the clothes and accessories from written next to it aswell as haircuts cut out so when u came out and got ur hair done you could show the barber what u wanted.

"No one else in the family views u any different so I highly doubt they will but if they dont they are getting the next flight back to la and never coming back in this house!" This makes you let out a little laugh and smile "That's not very nice you can't just kick them out like that" " I suppose that is a bit mean but whatever it takes to have u happy!" "Thanks , I'm so tired after all this crying so I'm going to get out of this and take a nap but can u text me when they are here and where they are in the house?" "Of course I can I'll also tell them not to go in your room have a good nap!"

3 hours and 15 minutes later

Your pov:

I wake up from my nap and automatically hear shouting and laughter downstairs so without even checking my phone I know my brothers are home , I sit up against my headboard and grab my phone and reply to a few of my friends who messaged me before checking my moms message.

Mom

-Hey buddy , we are all sat in the living room but we are watching a film so they are distracted so if you want a drink you will be able to get to the kitchen if you move quick enough.

You

-Alright I'll come down now please keep them distracted

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I put my socks back on and fix my hair a bit before grabbing my phone and putting it in my pocket then quietly making my way to the stairs. I get halfway down and look to my side to see them all engrossed on the tv so I make a run for it running down the stairs and into the kitchen. I open the fridge and take out one of my Arizonas and slowly walking into the living room. When I reach the couch i sit down beside Chris casually taking a sip of my drink placing it on the small wooden table next to his pepsi. "There you are how was ur nap flo?" he asks still not taking his eyes of the tv but hearing him call u your dead name just felt weird the last time u was called it was a few months ago by a substitute in school but that wouldn't happen anymore as u had just graduated. I didn't answer him as technically he was speaking to no one and this makes him look at me , his head hadn't even turned half way before he quickly stands up Infront of me "What the fuck are u standing up for!" All i do was stare back at him as my body just froze there was two ways this could go he could either hug me and support me or could shout at me and leave and i wasn't sure what was happening. Matt and nick look over at me and do the exact same thing as chris and stand either side of him and because none of them where speaking i decide to.

End of ur pov

"I um.. I transitioned" your voice came out quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear. Your parents thought it was best for u to have this moment alone so they got up and walked into the kitchen shutting the door behind them. "We can see that, when did this happen" he asks in a soft tone but still in shock. It was pretty obvious to those around u that you wasn't a girl anymore u had short hair, a light stubble , you looked more masculine and u was currently wearing black and blue plaid pj bottoms with a vintage tee u had thrifted a few days ago. "Before u came the last time I was questioning it and I made a entire notebook full of things I still have it if u wanna see but anyway I told mom and dad like a month or 2 after u left and it just went from there I guess." "And why did u not tell us sooner?" "Well I wanted to tell u guys in person so that's why I waited till u came back and that's what I'm doing now". The 3 just nod and sit on the floor infront of u "Do you have a name like a name u want to be called from now on?" Matt asks putting on of his hands on ur knee comfortingly "Yeah I do actually , it's Finn but mom and dad call me buddy aswell!" "Good choice bud I like that name". "Do you think you'd ever get surgery?" "Well we looked into it and I'm at the right age as u have to be 16 and I'm 17 but we want to wait a bit before I do as we just wanna go day by day and not jump into it all at once y'know!". Matt looks over at nick and nick just nods knowing what he was going to say "Finn I don't wanna sound rude but who do u like?" "What do u mean who do I like?" "What's ur sexuality like I'm straight so is Chris and Justin but nicks gay so what are u?". I take a deep breath knowing this question was coming and try to hold back the tears but that doesn't happen. Nick is fast to move and sits beside u pulling u into a hug. "You don't have to tell us right now if u don't want to we can wait." "Mhm we will wait as long as u want us to wait" "No ill tell u" you sit back up but take nicks hand and he rubs his thumb against the back of ur hand. "As you now know I'm trans so ur probably thinking I like girls but I don't I still like boys". "Thank you for sharing this with us we are proud of you" "Just so you know we love you even more" "I love you guys aswell" "Guys do you know what this calls for?" "If I'm thinking what ur thinking I'm totally down" "Celebratory McDonald's?" "DUHHH". Nick and Chris run off to the car whilst matt stays back with you. "How about u get that notebook of urs and we can look at it whilst having our McDonald's." You nod and run up stairs to get the notebook whilst matt goes to the car.

35 minutes later

You was all sat in the McDonald's parking lot finishing up ur food and going through ur notebook. "Whys there a photo of my head? Chris questions pointing at the photo "It's because this is one of haircut pages and I liked ur hair back then so I was going to get it but I didn't in the end." "I think you would suit it you should definitely try it one time". "Hold on this is a very important question." "What is it?" "Do u watch RuPaul?" "I love that shit I watch it all the time" "MATT DRIVE US HOME RIGHT NOW ME AND FINN A STAYING UP ALL NIGHT AND BINGE WATCHING RUPAUL START THAT ENGINE!" the car erupts into laughter as matt starts the car to drive you guys home.

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[sleeplesssmoll]

How do you think vertin would parent the suitcase kids?

I think the best example of how she parents is Jessica's story, but the kids' voicelines also paint a great picture. You can read many of them on the fan wiki.

Vertin for the most part seems to give them freedom, unless its a safety/health concern. She also likes to mess with them too, but in a very playful way. The kids look up to her too. They feel comfortable asking her for things and like her involvement in their activities. Vertin actively engages with them too, which is probably how she fostered these little relationships. Ms. Moissan asks Vertin to help check Sotheby's homework and stuff too, so even the adults recognize her skills when dealing children.

In Jessica's story, when Jessica gets in trouble for misbehaving at the school, Vertin doesn't yell at her. Instead she talks to her and tries to find the root of the issue, while redirecting/guiding her. She also seems genuinely upset by Jessica's expressions of loneliness and dissatisfaction and tries to make things better.

If I had to sum up how she interacts with kids:

patient

playful

invested/engaged in their activities

cares about their health/safety

seems to share snacks with the kids

mentor/role model

stern when she needs to be

Here are some of voice lines to help paint a picture (left out head pats/hand holding but she does a lot of that and its not exclusive to kids). There's a lot more interactions than this and I'm sure you'll see them pop up throughout the game.

Eagle (age 13)

Bond Morning: "Good morning. I will sketch the way you wake up now in my diary." (poor Vertin's barely awake)

Intimacy :Please praise me... Will you?

Praise: Tough. Brave. Never give up. You've done a great job.

Morning: Good morning. Let me help you put the tent away, please. (seems like Vertin took Eagle out on a little camping trip or maybe just set up a spot in the Wilderness?)

Avgust (age 8)

Bond Morning: I prepared breakfast for you! It's Runium slag... The critters told me it's the best food in the world. But I think people don't like how it tastes. My mom says she likes it, though she has never eaten her breakfast in front of me.

Night: I have blankets and milk ready, Vertin. Now you must lie down for story time. The story I'm going to tell is about the Snow Maiden, the granddaughter of Old Father Frost …

Praise You deserve a certificate, or an award, and a medal! I will make one for you. I've seen them make it before …

Intimacy: Could you give me a Picrasma? My snowman needs a nose!

Mondlicht (age 10)

Intimacy: Hey are you free now? I found this book in my room. Could you ... (this once is cute because she's usually trying to protect everyone but here she is being a kid and asking for story time)

Twins Sleep (age 8)

Bond: Night No, no! I don't want to brush my teeth! (Vertin has it tough sometimes)

Spathodea (age 14)

Bond: Morning Vertin, would you like to try a new hairstyle? Like boxer braids... Look, I 100% respect your choice, but are you sure you don't want to give it a go? I've been thinking how perfect it will look on you...

Clothing and Torso: Whoa... No, haha... It tickles... Hahaha! Oh my... I-I have a strange feeling of deja vu. Something like this happened before, but I don't remember what it really was...

Intimacy: Wow, I've never had any chocolate like this! Emm, I mean, it's not the best chocolate I've had, of course. The best one has something to do with a special moment that means a lot to me... While this one, I like it simply because it's appetizing... So, can I have one more?

Chitchat Ⅱ: Wait... Wh-What is it that you're holding? A piece of paper from my... bag? Aaaaah! That's my report card! Stop reading!

[reigningqueenofwords]

Boy, Do I Remember

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Final Part of Little Soldier

As you’d guessed, Nat was livid. Instead of lashing out in front of Dom, however, she simply walked away. Later that night, you were torn. You didn’t know if you should go speak with her...or let her cool off. Dom was with Steve for the night, wrapping Christmas presents, and Bucky would be with you. Now that it was out in the open that you were together, you were going to ask him to just start staying in your room from now on. He said that he’d be up after a workout and a shower. 

You had showered yourself and started tidying up your little place when there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” You called, not wanting to stop your cleaning. Once you did, you wouldn’t want to start up again. 

“So…” Nat sighed as she walked in, shutting the door behind her. 

Swallowing, you stood up straight. “Come here to chew me out, mom?” You raised an eyebrow at her. 

Nat couldn’t help but smirk at that. “Smartass.” She muttered before plopping on your couch. “No, I’m not.” She let her head hang back. “As much as I wanted to earlier. I talked to Steve earlier.” She told you, looking at you as you sat on the other side of the couch. “I still don’t like you and Bucky being together. I don’t think he deserves you or Dom. I think that I’ll always be scared I’ll get a call that he walked out on you.” You gave her a sad smile, knowing that she loved you and Dom so much. “But…” She made a face. “You’re an adult.” You couldn’t help but giggle at her expression. “And I’ll support you because I love you. Even when you’re clearly being dumb.” Her eyes softened as she nudged you. “No more babies, though? At least for now?” 

You snorted. “I can assure you, no more babies.” You shook your head, opening your arms for her. “Come here, you stubborn spy.” 

“Seriously, though! I am a spy, and somehow you two managed to keep this from me!” She sounded both impressed, and a bit offended that she’d missed it. Hugging you, she gave you a squeeze. “He hurts you again, they’ll never find his body.” She told you before pulling back.  Bucky walked in, drying his still wet hair. He paused when he spotted Nat. “Hey, Nat.” He was preparing himself for a lecture, threats, and possibly bodily harm. 

“That’s my cue.” She patted your leg. “Night.” She got up, glaring at him. “I’m watching you, Barnes.” 

He watched her go, the door shutting behind her. His eyes went back to you. “At least I’m still in one piece?” He joked. “She still pissed off?” 

You shrugged. “She’s Nat.” You reminded him. “She still has the same feelings but said I’m an adult and she’ll support me because she loves me.” You put your legs over his once he sat on the couch. “How was your shower?” 

“So lonely.” He winked at you, making you laugh. 

You and your little family had been in the house almost three and a half months by the time the 4th of July came around. Bucky had surprised Dom with a cat the month before, and you’d put him in charge of cleaning up the fur. Why? Because he got the fluffiest white cat known to mankind. His fur got everywhere. Which was why when everyone showed up for the cookout for the 4th...he was trying to get the fur off the couch. As soon as he seemed to get it off, Snowball (as Dom had named him) would jump right back up on the couch and stretch out. “You’re lucky you’re cute and my kid loves your furry ass.” He muttered, shaking his head. 

“Awe, is Bucky getting outwitted by a cat?” Steve teased as he walked in. 

“You want to try to keep the fur off everything with this thing?” He pointed to the cat who was now lying on its back, it’s tail moving back and forth. He let out a sigh and shook his head. “I give up.” 

You smirked as you peeked in. “You’re the one who opted to get the walking duster, babe.” You reminded him. “Come on, Dom wants you guys to kick the ball around.” You’d give the man a break and tell him to google tips later. 

Grinning, Bucky followed you and Steve out to the backyard. Thor was relaxing in a chair, Clint was in charge of the grill, Tony was already kicking the ball around with Dom, Bruce was playing a card game with Sam in the dining room, and Nat and Wanda were waiting for you to join them to chat. 

It was shaping up to be a good day. 

Between the 4th and Dom’s birthday, Bucky had been pulled away for a handful of missions. Both you and Dom always worried about him, which meant Dom would wind up in your bed while he was gone. 

He returned the end of September with the promise that he would be there for Dom’s birthday. There was no way in hell he would miss that for anything. That night, Dom slept between the two of you. You looked over at Bucky, as neither of you could fall asleep just yet. “I love you.” You whispered happily, a sleepy smile on your face.

He lit up, as always. “I love you, too.” He whispered back, rolling over so that he was on his side. Reaching over, he ran his hand through his hair before holding you both. 

“Hey, Bucky?” You breathed, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Mhm?” 

“Remember when you got back the end of July? From that rough mission?” You started, licking your lips. “And we...celebrated?” He couldn��t see, but you were blushing. 

He smirked. “Boy, do I remember.” He told you. “Why?” 

“I’m pregnant.” You were nervous as all hell, but you’d already been putting off telling him since right before he left on the mission. You had been trying to figure out how , and then he left. Had he never known, you never would have forgiven yourself. He was quiet, scaring you. “Buck?” Your eyes were watering. 

“I’m gonna be a dad again?” He asked, his voice full of emotion. “We’re having another kid? When are you due?” 

You sniffed, thankful that he was happy. “Around April.” You told him. “You’re not mad?” 

“Fuck no.” He assured you. “I’m excited!” 

Dom groaned, Bucky getting too loud. “Shhhhh.” He rolled over in his sleep, making you chuckle. 

Everyone had been told about the baby on Thanksgiving (including Dom, as you knew he’d tell). You had wanted to wait for Christmas, to tell everyone what you were having...but there was no way in hell you’d be able to hide it that long. You were just about 4 months along, and sporting a small bump. Everyone was excited- even Nat. That had surprised you the most, but things had improved with her lately. Thankfully. She no longer glared at Bucky when visiting on the weekends at times. 

On Christmas you announced that you were having a little girl, and you were naming her Kaylee. While you, Nat, and Bruce worked on Christmas dinner, Thor, Clint, Steve, and Bucky spent the day in the snow with Dom. Tony, of course, tinkered with everything. He did every visit to make sure things were safe. Wanda and Sam put themselves in charge of pictures. They wanted to make sure that the first Christmas spent in your house was remembered. 

You and Bucky had opted to not celebrate the New Year. Mostly because you would be too tired to stay up, and he just didn’t care all that much. The three of you had pizza that night for dinner as your ‘celebration’ (code for neither of you felt like cooking or doing dishes), and that was that. 

Bucky let you sleep in on Valentine’s Day, getting Dom off to school before making you breakfast in bed. Smelling waffles, you slowly started to sit up as he came in. “Morning, beautiful.” He grinned. 

“Morning, handsome.” You stretched your arms above your head. He set the tray next to you and got comfortable. Finally looking at your tray, you paused. “Bucky?” You breathed. Sitting in a little box next to your plate was a diamond ring. You looked up at him. 

Licking his lips, he tucked some hair behind his ear. “Will you marry me?” He asked shyly. 

You teared up and nodded. “Yes!” You agreed. Never in a million years would you have seen this coming. He gently took your hand and slipped the ring on your finger. “It’s beautiful, Bucky.” You told him. 

“Bruce helped.” He chuckled. “I called him panicked because I was so overwhelmed at the store.” 

You giggled, able to picture that. “That’s cute.” 

Next thing you knew...you were rocking your newborn daughter, trying to get her to sleep. She was born April 1st (which Clint told you to be careful because she was bound to like pranks…), and watching Bucky with her melted you. She had his hair, which surprised no one. Man’s genes were strong, apparently. Hearing footsteps, you looked over to see said man standing in the door to the nursery. “Let me take over so you can get a nap.” He said softly. 

“You sure? You need one, too.” You told him. 

He nodded, coming over to take the little girl. “Get some sleep.” He kissed your forehead. “I’ll join you when I can.” 

You gave him a loving smile. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” He grinned. 

“Mom! Look!” Dom yelled from the living room, making you run from the kitchen where you were getting Kaylee a sippy. 

You came to a halt to see your chubby ten month old walking. She was giggling up a storm and fell on her bottom after a good ten steps. “Oh my god!” You beamed, wishing Bucky was there. You’d sent him out for diapers, as she was almost out. “Daddy is gonna be so proud!” You went over and scooped her up. “And everyone else is gonna be so excited!” You kissed her cheek. 

“Excited for what?” Bucky asked as he walked in, setting the box of diapers down. 

Crouching, you set her down. “Go see Daddy!” You watched her try to balance before trying to get to him. 

Bucky watched her run as fast as her little feet would take her. “I wasn’t gone that long, princess!” He chuckled, lifting her up above his head, sending her into a fit of giggles. Holding her close, he looked at you. “One more? Please? We make cute kids.” He batted his eyelashes at you, giving you puppy dog eyes. 

“Dada!” She clapped, as if agreeing. 

“Oh, you gotta say yes now. I mean, seriously, babe!” He was beaming, and followed as you went back to the kitchen to finally get her sippy. “Please? Pretty please?” 

Little Soldier @ilovetaquitosmmmm @vicmc624 @mrs-bucky-barnes-73 @sebastians-love @differenttyphoonwerewolf @hisredheadedgoddess28

[bull-shit-suji]

kuro modern au stuff that i word vomited into my notes app

kind of a Vincent summoned sebastian to save ciel so ciel doesnt actually owe sebas anything

amnesia? idk

single dad moment! except theres this other dad whos kinda find.. (cough agni)

i think vincent was like do NOT let ciel know ur a demon so sebastian keeps it a secret but he doesnt have a good handle on like. Humans. so he kinda does a bad job and ciel definitely knows that he's weird but doesnt say anything. will go out of his way to gaslight you when sebastian does weird shit because he thinks its funny

"hey uhh is your dad levitating?"

"no?"

"he's flying above the school rn"

"that's a bird"

u think suddenly being a butler is hard? have fun being a dad bitch

alois is there but thats complicated. claude and hannah are DIVORCED but on decent terms (i think claude is like. toxic alpha male podcast type guy) and claude sees alois on alternating weekends!

are they demons? i dont know

i think ciel and alois can be friends. platonically. alois would probably say yes if ciel wanted to be romantic but i Promise you he does not. they are just pals :)

im saying ciel has a crush on elizabeth because i can (she's not his cousin here). emo boy x sunny church girl. said sunny church girl has to ask the mcdonalds employees for the blue raspberry slushie they forgot to put in ciel's order because emo boy is too scared.

IM 13 EVERYTHING SUCKSSSSS

grelle is actually living her best life transitioned with anne so they are ciel's aunts on his late mom's side. i think grelle likes ciel. mom figure moreso than anne is.

ciel owns four bongs and definitely a vape or two. come on now

he's also probably got celiac and is lactose intolerant he is just a feeble boy i think

he listens to twenty one pilots. sorry! sorry.

ciel is goth alois is punk those r kinda just the rules

ciel is insanely smart top of the class this shit is easy for him.

yells at sebastian daily. figured out what happened with his real parents around the age of uhhhh 12 or 13? has been an absolute terror ever since

"it was really nice of your dad to bring cookies for the field trip!"

"i hope he fucking chokes on one"

"oh!"

sebastian and claude are pta rivals.

"is this lemon bread store bought? my, how... efficient!"

"you made these from scratch? i can tell."

"i've never seen an interesting looking salsa! very exciting."

ciel purposefully invites alois over constantly bcus it pisses sebas off. alois is Terrified of that man.

"go grab the chips from the kitchen"

"but... what if mr michaelis is in there?"

"mr m- you mean my dad? tell him he can shove a faucet up his ass"

"id rather die on the spot"

sebastian will yell at ciel and is maybe a little emotionally unavailable but he's trying!!! it's hard :(

does that Dad thing where he comes into ciels room and is like hey bud......... what r u up to..

ciel and seiglinde r also palls. the smartest people in school

lizzie is a JOCK. she plays softball.

alois is a theater kid come on now

ciel is best at writing and literature analysis, specifically fiction. enjoys history, language, and Some sciences as well.

nerd

au where myspace is still a thing ciel has a myspace account

he definitely writes shitty poetry

wants to major in business

alois is a glee and pitch perfect truther

[loving08]

Love or Pain

Nicholas leister x reader

summary: Y/N and Nicholas has been best friends since childhood but Y/N started to have feelings for Nick. will she confess her feelings to him or the entry of Noah in their life will change everything??

Part 6

Noah came down from the spot to look for Nick, when she saw Y/N running from there with Nick behind her she wanted to stop Nick but she didn't, not wanting him to suspect anything but after sometime she decided to go after them.

she knew if she left them alone longer Y/N might tell something to Nick and if that happened her plan will not work. she has seen Y/N and the way everyone treats her, she wanted everyone to give her the same attention and treatment, she was jealous of Y/N and so she made some plan to make Y/N look like a bad person and it was working till now but she can't risk it anymore so she started to look for them.

She found them near Y/N's car but didn't get close to them and listen to their conversation, she heard and saw everything and when Y/N left she got closer to Nick and puts her hand in his shoulder and said "Hey it will be fine, it doesn't matter if she left you or abandoned you okay, you have your family, friends and more importantly me, you will always have me by your side Nick, don't feel bad for whatever you said to her she deserved it anyway, she's an evil person Nick its better if she's not in your life anymore, now c'mon let's go we can spent some time together and change your mood" and gave him a smile.

Nick turned toward her and looked at her angrily and Noah realized her mistake she shouldn't had such thing and bit down on her lips, Nick tried to keep calm and said "I will ask you a very simple question Noah and I just want an honest answer nothing else...., is it true what Y/N said, I know you have heard everything we have said so tell me is it true that you have gone to Ronnie on your own, did you planned that?? tell me Noah is it true or not" at that point Nick was yelling he was not being able to control himself, seeing you cry and hurt making him feeling so much pain that he doesn't know what to do.

He looked at Noah awaiting for her answer, Noah stood still not knowing if she should tell him the truth or not but when she looked up at him and seeing his glare she sighed, knowing she will have to tell him the truth otherwise he will not let it go, she nodded her head while looking down and said "Yes, I did go to Ronnie on my own, I just.... wanted to make Y/N go away from you Nick, she's not a good person I just wanted to help you nothing else".

Nick can't believe what's he's hearing, he just glare at her and Noah continued while looking up at him and said "look what happened we can't change that right and what should have happen ages ago just happened now so let's not make a big deal, we can forget about her, we were going to spent some time together Nick, let's forget about her please, let's just focus on ourselves, on us okay" and wrapped her arm around him.

Nick harshly pulled her away from him and said "are you fucking kidding me, its not a big deal, I hurted her.... I hurted the girl who had done nothing but care for me, support me and... and love me.... oh god I hurted her so much, how can I do that to her" and pulled on his hair feeling heart broken.

He doesn't know what he should do now but he knows he had to gain your forgiveness, he just can't lose you, he can't let you go away from him not when he had realized now how much he loves you and there... he decided, he will do whatever he needs to do to get you back and looked up at Noah and roughly hold her hand and said "there is no us to focus on there never have been, you are being delusion thinking that we can have something between us, your mom had married my dad and in that regard you can only become my step sister nothing more you got it, now you will go back and never and I repeat never think of coming close to me or Y/N or I will let you know what Nicholas Leister can do to someone who hurted his people" and pulled out his wallet and gave her some money for cab and goes to his car and drove off.

Y/N on the other hand reached her home still crying, she wanted to stop crying but the tears just doesn't stop. she goes inside wanting to go to her room and just lay down in the bed and cry, her parents were sitted at the sofa seeing a movie when they looked up to Y/N and seeing her tear stained face they immediately got worried. they got up and walked up to her, her mom wrapped her arms around her and asked "oh sweetie what happened? why are you crying?? did something happened? are you hurt???"

Y/N didn't said anything and just hugged her mom tightly and cried, knowing she can't talk right now her parents took her upstairs, to her room and just stayed with her until she fall asleep. After making sure she was asleep they left her room, coming out of the room they both looked at each other and decided they will wait for Y/N to wake up, to know what really had happened to her that made her cry so much.

Part 7

[mrspasser]

Finding solace in you

On A03

Listen. Steve is not an idiot. No matter how many times someone calls him stupid, he’s not an idiot. It’s not his fault his friends are all certified brainiacs and that the ones that aren’t on the honor roll have either supernatural (El) or supersarcasm powers (Max). Steve is just Steve. Not good enough to get into college, not good enough to hold his parent’s attention for more than a fleeting moment, not even good enough to make his first real love love him back. But Steve is Steve. He has some good qualities. He can swing a nail bat, for instance. And the person or monster who broke into his home at 2 A.M. and is making a ruckus in the kitchen is gonna see how well Steve can swing that bat. 

Steve is not an idiot. He quickly puts on jeans, a sweater and his tennis shoes, so he doesn’t have to face whoever it is in his boxers. He doesn’t make a noise when he tiptoes down the stairs. He doesn’t turn on the lights. He doesn’t call out a tentative “Who goes there?” and he most certainly doesn’t wait to raise his bat to a swinging position. 

Steve is an idiot.

Because Steve is seeing Eddie in his kitchen. Eddie Munson, who died in Dustin’s arms in the Upside Down and whose body they couldn’t bring with them when they returned to the real world. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, who fought off a swarm of Demobats with nothing but a spear and a shield. Eddie the Banished, who was hunted down by an angry mob because they thought he was a satanic, murderous cult leader. Eddie the Hero, who gave his life to save his friends. Eddie with the expressive face, who gave Steve his vest ‘for his modesty’ and hunts Steve’s dreams every night. Eddie with the doe eyes, who fills Steve with regret about things that never happened but possibly could have, if only if they had more time. More time together.

“Hey man, sorry to wake you,” Eddie says, like he has just seen Steve yesterday instead of four months ago. Like he had not died in Dustin’s arms, his lifeless body too heavy and limp to move with them through the portal. Like Steve hasn’t been living with an overwhelming sense of guilt that clamps down uncomfortably on his chest every time he has a moment to think. Guilt that has him making himself run haggard, keeping himself busy, tiring himself out to the point he can no longer think. 

“Sorry about the glass,” Eddie winces. He holds up the bottom half apologetically, the shards that formed the top half scattered on the floor by his feet. He’s bare footed, only wearing ripped jeans and a torn up shirt. The fingers around the glass are long and pointy, the tips dark. They look like claws. “I was thirsty, wanted to have some water.” He looks at Steve sheepishly, his eyes gleaming in the low light of the moon that comes in through the kitchen window. “I can replace it.”

“Don’t bother. We have a cupboard full of the same damn glasses.”

Steve is an idiot. He shouldn’t be talking to whatever it is that is standing in his kitchen, he should swing his bat and kill the damn thing that wears Eddie’s face.

“Okay.” Eddie moves to put the remnants of the glass back on the counter. It lands on its side, rolling into the sink with a clang. Eddie doesn’t react to it, he looks around the dark kitchen and asks where Steve keeps a broom and a dustpan. 

“Bottom cabinet in the corner,” Steve points.

Eddie nods eagerly and turns on the spot to go where Steve points him. One of the leathery wings on his back rakes over the kitchen island and mows down the decorative ceramic dish that Steve’s mom uses as a fruit basket. It’s been a while since she’s been home, so it’s only the dish that hits the floor, not any fruit. The ceramic shatters when it hits the tiles, small shards flying as far as Steve’s feet.

“Oh shit. I’m really not doing this on purpose, I swear.” It’s a strange thing to see Eddie so meekly, his clawed hands balled in front of his chest, his wings almost drooping.

Steve is an idiot. 

“It’s okay,” he says. “I didn’t like that thing anyway.” It’s true, he always thought the dish with the frumpy vines painted across the surface was ugly. “Stay where you are, I’ll get it.” 

Steve places his bat on the counter and flicks the light switch for the lights above the kitchen island so he can see better. Eddie doesn’t react to the yellow light that floods the kitchen. Steve moves towards the bottom cabinet that holds the broom and dustpan while Eddie makes himself as small as possible in the space between the sink and the kitchen island. He sweeps up the glass and ceramic, noticing that Eddie’s toes are as black as his fingertips when he crouches down by his feet to get the last bits of glass. The nails are longer and pointy. Claw-like. 

Steve sets the dustpan on the counter and gingerly fishes the broken glass out of the sink. Eddie follows him around the kitchen with his eyes, only speaking up when Steve has everything tidied up and puts the dustpan and broom away again. “I’m thirsty.” 

“Water?” At Eddie’s nod Steve grabs a glass from the cabinet - the exact same as the one Eddie broke - and moves over to the tap. It brings him close to Eddie again, who is still trying to take up the least amount of space as possible. He’s fidgeting with his rings, Steve notices, the blackness of his fingertips extending down to the large metal rings. Eddie’s wearing his Hellfire shirt, but it’s filthy and it has a large tear down the collar. Eddie’s collarbones and part of his chest are visible, covered in dirt and tattoos. He’s not wearing the guitar pick necklace, because Dustin took that with him when they left Eddie’s body in the Upside Down. Steve wonders if Eddie misses it. “Here you go,” he says, handing the other man a glass of water.

“Thanks.” Eddie shuffles a little closer and takes the glass gingerly, clearly trying to not break it again. He downs the entire glass in one go and makes a face. He thrusts the glass back at Steve. “More please.”

“Sure.” Steve fills the glass with water again, glancing over his shoulder at Eddie who keeps crowding closer, inch by slow inch. “Are you okay?”

“Sure,” Eddie responds, “just thirsty.”

“You have wings.” It feels like a stupid thing to say, so perhaps everyone was right and Steve really is stupid.

Eddie looks at him quizzically as he puts the refilled glass to his lips. “Wings?”

“Nevermind.” Steve is not surprised when he has to fill up the glass again. Eddie is standing really close now, he looks over Steve’s right shoulder to see how he moves the glass underneath the tap and fills it up. He toys with a lock of curls, twisting it around his black finger again and again. When he bites his lip his teeth are sharp and pointy like his nails. The skin breaks and a drop of dark blood pearls on his lip. Eddie doesn’t show any sign that he even feels it and licks the blood away with a quick flick of his tongue, his eyes never leaving Steve’s face.

It’s disconcerting how much the thing still looks like Eddie, still sounds like Eddie. It’s Eddie’s doe eyes that stare at Steve, it’s Eddie’s lips that curl into a grateful smile when he hands him another glass of water. It’s Eddie’s voice that thanks him, that tells him that he’s “still so thirsty.” And: “Can I have another one, sweetheart?”

By the fourth glass Eddie has moved from twisting his own hair around his finger to scratching his nails through the hair at Steve’s nape. He can tell it’s meant to be done gently, but the nails are sharp and they burn where they make red marks on his skin. He leans against his hands braced on the edge of the sink, his head hanging down between his shoulders. Eddie is a firm line against his back. He’s not exactly warm, but he’s not cold either.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?” The scratching at his nape stops for a second and then it picks up again.

“For leaving you behind.” His voice catches in his throat. “For not being able to save you.”

The hand leaves his neck and two arms wind around his waist, mimicking a hug. It’s all done carefully, almost lovingly, yet the pointy nails still catch in his sweater and he can feel them lightly prick his skin when Eddie pulls himself closer against Steve’s back. His breath is hot on his neck when he speaks. “I’m here now, Stevie, aren’t I?”

Steve sighs, leaning into the treacherous embrace. “Yeah.” 

Steve is an idiot.

Eddie hugs him even closer, making Steve stand more upright and pressing him against the sink. Steve has one hand on the sink to brace himself, the other is holding on to Eddie’s arm where it is pressed against his chest. The hand with the black finger is splayed across his heart, rubbing the fabric of his sweater against his skin. Eddie noses behind his ear, nuzzling against him in lazy movements. “You smell so good, sweetheart,” he whisper-sighs. 

Steve is an idiot.

He closes his eyes, listens to Eddie telling him how nice he feels, how sweet he is, how he wants to climb inside him and live there. His nail bat lies forgotten on the kitchen counter. There’s a fleeting sense of regret when he thinks of Robin, of Dustin and the other kids, but it’s forgotten when Eddie’s hand caresses his throat, his lips traveling the line of Steve’s jaw.

“I’m so thirsty, sweetheart,” Eddie croons in a quiet voice, only for Steve to hear.

Steve doesn’t open his eyes. He feels drunk and lucid at the same time. “I know,” he whispers back.

The hand on his throat moves up, sharp nails scratching his cheek but only barely, coaxing him to look at Eddie. Dark, half lidded eyes catch his and cool lips press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I want you to be mine, Stevie, mine alone.”

Steve shudders, his breath catching in his throat. He doesn’t try to move away from Eddie’s hold, feels himself sinking into it instead.

“Do you want to be mine, sweetheart?”

“Y- you promise?” It’s more a breath than a whisper, but Eddie hears it anyway. More importantly, he understands. He breathes in deeply, humming softly, happily. 

“I will be so good to you, Stevie,” Eddie promises. “You will be mine and I will be yours.”

Steve knows that what Eddie is promising him is not good. That there’ll be pain and grief and despair. But that’s familiar. Steve knows pain and grief and despair. And he knows loneliness. So when Eddie asks him again: “Do you want to be mine?”

“Y-yes.”

Eddie’s teeth are sharp and it’s more tearing than biting. His blood is warm when it runs down his throat. Steve feels his body growing colder, his vision swimming. But Eddie holds him close, keeps pressing bloody kisses to his skin, keeps telling Steve the same thing over and over again: “You are mine and I am yours.” 

Right before everything goes black, Steve knows that it’s the truth.

“You are mine and I am yours.”

[sunwarmed-ash]

Some prompts for ya, I'm thinking ST ships.

Polaroid Camera | Snow | Cold Fingers & Warm Lips

Leather Belt | New Bed Sheets | Chocolate Chip Cookies

Back Seat | River | Camp Trail

These are amazing I'm adding all of these to my tumblr prompt lists for later! My brain is the big sads so this is all like pre smut but there's still some cute shit in there <3 thank you this is just what I needed

❄️Snow | Cold Fingers & Warm Lips💋

Mungrove 

AN: I love the idea of billy and eddie being neighbors okay 

It’s cold today. And yeah, its always cold in Hawkins in the winter time, but today is like, record breaking cold, like ‘you should be worried about the effects on the planet as a whole,’ cold. It fucking sucks, but by some miracle, the camper still has electricity and heat.

Eddie's warming his extremities in front of a space heater in the living room when there's a sharp series of knocks on his front door.

He opens the door to his new (within the year new) neighbor, California transplant Billy Hargrove, who looks positively frozen on the spot.

“Powers out,” is all he says by way of explanation before shouldering his way inside. 

“Oh shit,” Eddie says, looking across the street to the Mayfields/Hargrove's dark trailer. “What about your fami-”

“Motel. They’re fine.”

“Oh. Well, not that I don’t like your company, but uh, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Do you really think I want to be stuck in a fucking motel room with them?”

“Fair point,” Eddie snorts. Red was cool, but he didn't know much about her mom. And he knew too much about Neil. So instead of kicking the man out, he says “Make yourself at home.”

Billy goes immediately for the space heater and pulls his gloveless hands out of his jacket. He’s not wearing anything thicker than that faded brown leather jacket Eddie’s seen him rock at parties and jeans.

“Dude…”

“What?” Billy snaps, rotating his blue, most likely numb fingers in front of the space heater. 

“You still haven’t gotten a proper jacket?”

“Didn't think I’d still be here,” Billy replies bitterly. And again, Eddie can't blame him. He knows how much Billy misses California. And how in Billy's twisted mind he misinterprets buying a winter coat as permanent as setting up roots and buying a house in Hawkins. 

“Well, you are,” Eddie says, walking over to Billy’s side and flopping down on the ground to his right. “And in addition to that, you're here, so at least let me help.” He reaches out to take Billy’s hands into his own. Gentle, because they were going to hurt once they got circulation again, and started to rub across the palm with his fingers. His fingers are colder than ice, and knowing Billy, they have likely been like this for a while. The thing about Billy is, he only asks for help when he's desperate, and he never, ever uses those words. 

Eddie looks over the purple digits again with a frown and brings Billy's hand close to his mouth. 

Billy’s yank back was not only predictable but expected.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and while his voice is harsh, angry, his eyes are terrified, searching for any indication Eddie is setting him up for ridicule. 

Eddie isn’t. He wouldn’t do that. They’ve already been about as intimate as you can be with a person in the 7 weird months of their new friendship, but that doesnt mean Billy stops being Billy. 

“Do you want to lose your fingers?” Eddie asks.

“What?”

“Look at em. That’s not a good color.”

“That’s why I went to the space heater!” Billy defends. 

“Suit yourself,” Eddie shrugs, not giving up, but knowing Billy needs to be lured in a very specific way. “Might be kinda hard to jerk off without fingers. Hey! Maybe you could have them amputate the whole thing and get one of those cool hook hands! Wouldn't really solve the jerking off problem though…”

“Oh my GOD,” Billy huffs before shoving his hands back into Eddie’s face. Anything to get him to just stop talking.  

Eddie tries not to laugh too hard or boast his victory but he can’t help but feel good knowing the holes in Billy’s defenses.  

Eddie takes Billy’s right hand back into his hands and starts to rub across the slightly frostbitten skin. 

“Keep your other one near the heater,” he instructs, knowing there's no way he would convince Billy to touch any other part of Eddie’s skin at this stage. Billy does, and Eddie continues rubbing warmth and circulation back into the blonde’s hand. “Let me know when you start to feel it, it’s probably going to hurt.”

“Yeah, I know,” Billy huffs, looking pointedly everywhere but back at Eddie. 

“Want to smoke tonight?” Eddie offers, hoping to lighten some of the tension. 

“You got some bud?”

“Course I do,” Eddie laughs, rubbing across Billy’s palm. “Can you fold your fingers towards your palm yet?”

Billy turns his palm in Eddie’s hand and folds all of his fingers at the knuckle towards the palm. He winces a little but it's progress from where he started. His fingers are still a darker color than Eddie likes so he cups the folded hand in both of his and lowers his mouth closer. Billy doesnt pull away this time. Instead, he feels Billy’s breath inhale sharply at the same time Eddie exhales localized heat across his fingertips. If he was any closer, he’d be kissing them.  

“Eddie…” Billy gasps, quieter than a whisper. 

It's not necessarily intimate, but to Billy it must feel it, because his voice cracks the way it only does when he’s heavily, emotionally conflicted about something. 

Fortunately for Billy, Wayne comes storming out of his bedroom and into the common area just then. Billy pulls his hands back into his pockets and Eddie sits back on his hands like they hadn’t just been touching. 

It's ridiculous really, Wayne knows about Eddie. But still. Billy is always abundantly careful for the sake of his life.  

Wayne looks stressed, and Eddie is suddenly worried something awful has happened. 

“Everything okay Wayne?”

“Yeah, Claudia Henderson got stuck on her way coming home. She had to walk over a mile in this snow just to call me. I’m gonna go pull her car out, take her home.”

Wayne Munson. Patron Saint, he swears.

“Uh, alright, well, you should be careful too.” Eddie says, because he knows his van sure as hell won’t make it out of the park let alone all the way across town to bail him out if he gets stuck too. 

“I’ll be fine Eds,” Wayne says, a little impatient. Though Eddie can’t really blame him. He would hate to have to leave the warm area of his home to brace the snow too. “Be good you two, you hear,” he says, looking specifically at Eddie. 

Eddie threw his hands up in a scouts honor and it at least made Wayne laugh. “Yeah yeah.”

-

As soon as Wayne leaves, Billy exhales the tension he’s been holding. His hands seek out Eddie’s now; the back of Billy’s hand smacking Eddie impatiently until he continued the previous warming treatment. It was so goddamn funny and so Billy Hargrove Eddie bursts out laughing. 

“You're ridiculous,” Eddie says, taking Billy’s other hand and resuming his previous actions. 

“Whatever, you're into it.” Billy says, a little mean, but then he smirks and Eddie just about melts in place. 

“I uh, I didn't offer this before because of Wayne, but-”

Billy can already read the writing on the wall and smirks as Eddie starts to move closer. The musician climbs into the blonde’s lap, taking each of Billy’s still chilled hands and moving them under his Hellfire shirt towards his stomach. As soon as his icy digits touch soft skin Eddie gasps, loud as the chill freezes him to the bone. It doesn't take long to melts into something so much hotter though. Billy’s hands move across his skin grip just above the top hem of his jeans. He squeezes tight, holding Eddie right where he wants him. 

“Fuck me,” Eddie pants, because it really is cold, but he loves Billy’s hands on him. Any way he can get them. 

“Funny,” Billy purrs, pulling Eddie closer as he starts an array of sharp nips up Eddie’s neck, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“Please, Billy,” Eddie pants and that’s all it takes. Billy stands and lifts them both off of the leather sofa, holding Eddie against his body as he walks back into his bedroom, sharp teeth finally making contact with the meat of his neck.

[bee-writes-stuffs]

i’m not sorry- Davey Jacobs

    Davey’s hands shook slightly as he felt Spot’s eyes bore into the back of his head. The file he held in his hands felt heavier than it had been a few moments ago, like the contents were begging to be dropped into the churning river below them. “You want me to do what?” He asked, blinking in disbelief. “That’s idiotic, Spot.”

    ”Jesus, Jacobs,” the shorter newsie complained. “You’re actin’ like I want you to kill someone.”

    “If my mom ever finds out about this, I’ll be the one getting killed,” Davey retorted. “You know how much she values all these little papers.”

    “Sure, sure.” Spot snorted, pushing past Davey and climbing up onto the railing. “C’mon, I just spent a hundred-somethin’ dollars to get us on this boat- ain’t you gonna drop that crap in?” He spread out his arms like a bird’s wings, yelling in the wind, “That’s what we came here for, Dave, to let that bullshit go!”

    Logically, there was no reason Davey should have held back from dropping those papers in the river and calling it a day. All of them were symbols of his life from middle school until graduation- spelling bee certificates, awards from competitions he could never remember competing in, letters from teachers praising how good of a student he was and how far they were sure he’d go, notes from counselors and psychiatrists congratulating him on how far he’d come in recovery. Mementos from class trips, old report cards that his mother had hung proudly on the fridge while Davey beamed behind them… everything.

    He swallowed any words, the shake in his hands traveling to his legs, making him wobble on his feet. “I don’t think I can…” he answered, his voice choking involuntarily. “I’m sorry.”

    Spot’s face softened, and he hopped down to Davey. “Hey, Jacobs,” he said, placing a hand on Davey’s shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, ‘kay? It ain’t your fault that it’s hard to let go.” The tone of his voice told Davey that he meant it, that he understood, and a weak smile found its way to his face.

    Spot smiled back, patting him on the shoulder and then gesturing to the water beside the boat, whose driver had slowed down to a crawl. “Plus, you’re not sorry- not really.”

    Davey raised an eyebrow. “I’m not…” he paused, something clicking in his mind. “I’m not sorry,” he said, more definite this time. “No, I’m not. I’m not sorry.” His smile grew wider as he sorted through the papers, picking one from middle school that had A+ Student printed on it in bubble letters. He glanced at it one last time, cringing slightly for the smiling, cartoon-y characters on the page and what he was about to do.

    Taking the paper in both hands, setting the file down on the deck, he ripped the paper in two. “I’m not sorry!” He cried, crumpling up the paper and throwing it into the river.

    Spot stepped back and smiled kindly. “For what?” He asked, egging him on. “What’re you not sorry for?”

    “I’m not sorry for getting the hell out of that town as soon as I could,” Davey replied. “I’m not sorry for… for changing my name. For cutting my hair.” He glared at the soggy pieces of paper left behind in the boat’s wake, the ones with Hana scrawled on them. He picked up another piece of paper- a participation award from the seventh grade spelling bee that his mother had never thrown away- and crumpled it up.

    “I’m not sorry for kissing Lukas Fordman in tenth grade,” he yelled into the empty, laughing at Spot’s confused face, picking up another paper. “I’m not sorry for wearing that ugly-ass brown suit to prom, and I’m not sorry for spilling punch on Regan Allen when she called me that name.” Those last words were spit out, a mix of anger, relief, and excitement as memories spilled back to him. “I’m not fucking sorry!” He screamed. “I’ll never be sorry!”

    Soon, with every confession and taken-back apology, all of the papers, all of the memories of his miserable life before, were gone. Davey stepped back, his hair messed up by the wind and his chest heaving with the effort of screaming. “Fuck you,” he said to the bits of paper sinking into the water, holding up his middle finger. Spot threw an arm around him, tousling his hair, the two of them laughing with joy and adrenaline coursing through their veins.

    “See?” Spot grinned, patting Davey’s shoulder. “I told you it’d feel better once you let that shit go.”

    “Thank you,” Davey said, pulling his friend into a hug. “I needed this.”

    “I know,” Spot replied simply, as the boat pulled back onto the docks and the captain helped them ashore. “Don’t ever apologize for yourself ever again, alright?”

    Davey nodded, staring off into the afternoon sky, sweating in the hot air yet feeling chills travel up his spine, like he’d just seen the final number of a heart-wrenching show. “I know.” He smiled again, placing a hand on his heart. “Never again.”

    What’s there to apologize for when I’m finally free?

[ellieloverr]

My Strange Addiction p. 3

Warning ⚠ Language, SH, bruises, fighting, homophobia ⚠

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Els 🤍

Have a safe flight princess

Yea.

Read 4:36AM

You were almost about to have a break down in the airport but you didn't. Your flight departs in two hours. So you went to go get something to drink since you weren't really hungry. You had accidentally gotten Ellie's favorite drink which was a matcha latte. You realize that you actually missed her. You had called your youngerbrother Mason (the kid from p.1)

"Mason! "

"Sup sis you at the airport?"

"Yea I'm getting something to drink my flight leaves in a half hour"

"Good Casey isn't here right now she left to the store."

"Oh ok, you gonna pick me up from the airport or is Casey going to?"

"Casey is"

"Ok well I got to go Mason bye love you."

"Love you to sis bye."

Call ended 5:35AM

You finished your drink and you are ready to go on the plane to California. You really hated going home because of your father. He'd hit you when you would talk about your sexuality(Bisexual), since that meant that you found girls attractive also. Your mom was the opposite she loved you even if you were gay. So when you were 12 you'd always find a reason to get out of your house for hours so you can have time to yourself.

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Once you got off the plane you had spotted your sister's car. (She had a black Jeep) you had gotten in and you guys started talking.

"So how have you been?"

"Wow man I mean I've been all over the fucking place really"

"Are you still.."

"What?"

"Cutting yourself.."

"Oh.. No I'm actually not I mean I think about it but I'm not doing it."

You guys started talking more then the conversation started gravitating to crushes.

"What about you? You like someone"

"Uhm... Yeah a little bit."

"Ahhh... So you gonna tell me or what? " she said why giggling.

"It's this girl.."

"Ok ok what's her name?"

"E-Ellie Williams."

"No fucking way!"

"What?"

"I know her"

"Stop fucking with me Case."

"I'm not we used to be friends in high school but we still talk occasionally"

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As you guys arrived at your parents house you grabbed your stuff out the back and headed inside. You went upstairs to your old room and set your stuff down in there. You went down stares and had seen your older brother Mason. You ran towards him and gave him the biggest hug because he was the sibling that never doubted you.

On Friday was when you guys went to court and they decided which parent had full custody over your siblings since Casey was 17 and Mason was 15. You had hoped that your mom had full custody over them because of how your dad was.

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It was 8:30 in the morning and you had texted Dina to ask her for an important favor.

Dina😍

Hey D.

Wsp

Ok so you remember when you said you'd do anything for me?

Omg girl js say it 😭

Ok I have a crush on Ellie and I keep thinking about her its like an addiction can you like tell her when I get back that I need to talk to her?

YESSSS!

I told you soooo

Shut up D.

She said yea!!!!

Ok thank you so much Dina I love you so much ❤❤❤❤

Read 8:35AM

You kept thinking about Ellie's eyes. The way they shined in the light, the way they looked while looking at you. It was like Ellie's eyes were your strange addiction.

You had gotten dressed and on your back were bruises from your dad that you took pictures of to get proof so your mom can have full custody.

"Mom!"

"Hi honey! Are you ready?"

"Yeah"

"Ok go check on Mason and Casey we are gonna leave right now."

"Yeah."

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The court season had gone great your mom had full custody of them. Your phone buzzes, its Jesse. He says that Ellie got into a fight and that she's messed up pretty bad. Your heart dropped. You said that you'll be back today. You were gonna talk to Ellie about your feelings but you didn't want to untill she was feeling better. You were on your way to the airport but you asked Casey to stop at 7-11 . You went inside to buy Ellie some snacks. You bought her Hot Cheetos, a monster, sour patch Kids and skittles. Once Casey and Mason had arrived to the airport you said goodbye to Mason and hugged him and said goodbye to Casey.

You were worried about Ellie so much. You decided to take an Uber back to your dorm. You dropped your stuff off in your dorm, Dina wasn't there which means they were all in Jesse's dorm. You rush in your sweat pants and T-shirt to Jesse's dorm. You forgot a sweater to cover your cuts because you were in a hurry. You open Jesse's door and hurry over to Ellie cupping her face in your hands which make Ellie blush. Dina and Jesse both look at each other because of how worried you were about her. Jesse notices your cuts after he stops looking at Dina and worries that they will see too. Ellie did Dina was too far to see.

"Ellie are you ok?!"

"Yea im ok(name)"

"What the fuck did you do now."

"Wha- I didn't- I didn't do anything"

"Ellie stop fucking with me I was worried what the fuck happened?"

".... I got into a fight with some football guy"

"Holy shit ellie"

"Hey (name) can I talk to you?"

You nod at jesse. You realize that you forgot a jacket.

"You forgot a jacket you good with telling them? "

"Yea I'm ready Im just not gonna tell them about the body images yet."

"Alright tell me when it gets too much ok"

"Yes my beloved" you said sarcastically

You go back to Ellie and her eyes look at your left wrist. You get nervous but you were ok with them knowing about it.

"What's that..."

You sigh and you sit down on the couch and Dina sits next to you.

"I- i- I cut m-"

Your words get cut off by Dina as she hugs you for comfort. Ellie's eyes look at you in worry. You notice that she's looking at you in your eyes and you just known that she's worried for you.

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Authors notes: wow this series is gonna be long so stay tuned I guess 🤷🏽‍♀️

I wanted to make the series realistic but not too realistic if ykwim but yea I'm sorry that we didn't get to the confession but we will soon! Ok I love you guys so much go to my page if you want part one!!! ❤

[xkryst4lm3thx]

ONLY

my brother drives swerving carefully jarring slapstick to remind u poke thru holes life is so silly im in this here vehicle big two ton metal machine zoomy zoom rickety wagon hold on tight buckle up and parking can we look for where to park so hey guys and Haha so hey is there a park where should i park and there’s a spot right there never mind fire hydrant ok wait so let’s park and so now we have to park and now i like to drive this way jolting fast whippit so my friends know what an aries sun cancer moon leo rising feels like and cuz if u overthink it u mess it up gotta blackwhiteout gotta go faster fast ur missing something arent u forgetting something dont u want her dont u need him dont u want to feel good even better even more than the sky can contain do u know the tasks do not end or only prosper do u have change to spare do u have insurance do u want to sign up to subscribe to the unsubscribing and check the box on the dotted precipice i miss all of them too much we do right so wrong it wasnt good enough and vice versa and so we look at the tops of buildings under car seats looking for pieces of their eyes hungry satiating filibuster lacquer just talk until they tire spin out dont u wanna read and talk and care and listen and kiss and lick the knife clean as the ship tanks full throttle coral reef ramshackle like run ur finger along the gate during the sunset walk when she’s behind u close but not too close taking a photo taking a deep breath over how we’re doing this thing together that no one else is inside of everyone is just a bot NPC right now they could be famous and we wouldnt ask for a photo we are the only photograph save for (with[in]) a blink then it’s yelling happy birthday merry christmas universal global sentimental collective unconscious rattles the filing cabinets of those tightened loose thread pulls all the ways words scribbles scratches the aching last ditch efforts of romance tiny giant window cracked pickup truck the blurry golden hour pictures of trashy girls so beautiful spikey long dyed two-toned hair shiny piercings red40 spirits concoctions bad good choices run it into the ground oh the pictures the images have u seen her have u seen me until it’s polar icecap i wanna be her no i wanna be with her no i want to be him no i dont want to Be so run away ascetic grift off the coast of brain cavity limejuice beaten pulp rings of saturn pestilence drunk off ancient words furrow the way she goes on and on microscopic detail breathing curtains reactions seemingly most mundane divot writhes into pole vault tilting kaleidoscope such that the agony breaks u free to wail over this confrontation sunday night again again it will end soon and far someday only and do you know wandering answer to pangs from all those wasted cold windy monologued days foggy glum toil suddenly u sense that sweaty wrestling loud broken boombox could rip sew meticulous combinations to a snow day thrill reprieve like mom n dad n cousins were eventually careless n ur best friends what could they say what could a stranger do to quench ur unruly blasphemous ailments girlboy gluttony unblinking stop drop roll into the inferno icecap walk-in fridge stained clothes worcester greasy nonslip steel toe menu receipts spit n sweat knock back too much brandy because well and do you know and so hey do you know that it’s only just only going to Go only whether u like it or feel it or not so only speak now forever curbstomp peace legacy rigid looseleaf left aligned scream fits til morning claws torpor into microchip USB email bathroom stall graffiti about hey and so hey yeah i didnt only get to tell u im so redacted so very redacted over ur only on 11 double triple quadruple revenue investment plan just might turn over in ur grave wonder when she walks in ur room when ur outta town u feel it needle ur forearm voodoo doll u think its bugbite dehydration i think we should get married before it’s too late only thrash the epicene with begrudgingly gesticular nonsense celebratory gagged because do you know that only love is just grief only do you

[lostandfoundvocaltrax2005]

October 3rd. Afternoon, at the time of writing this.

its been a good while since i've written in here (guess thats why i shouldn't make vent blogs..), but i haven't really felt like i've had anything to say i couldn't express in short bursts? even now i'm not entirely sure what to put down. so, i guess i'll start with this. my boyfriends came home from their mission recently, so my mood has been relatively stable and i don't feel like hurting myself anymore. which, i think, is both good and bad. i don't like feeling like i have to rely on them in order to stay sane, but i don't think it counts unless i tell them? its fine to feel things privately. on the topic of lovers, i have two things i'm not sure how to express concisely. i guess i'll start with the most recent, that being Viv. i guess almost everyone thinks we're a couple? i got the okay i didn't know i needed from her dad (he brought it up while cuddling me to keep from fucking me. which, hysterical timing for that, but whatever keeps it in your pants) and Vex asked me if she was a new partner of mine. i reckon it'd be the next logical course of action but she's kind of already taken and i do Not want to be the stepper on toes homewrecker. she said something that jabbed a really, really tender spot i didn't know i had. she that if i got old, she'd take care of me until we both vanished. (well, not that exactly, but thats basically the gist of it). i know that i am loved but goddamn is it good to hear stuff like that. it feels a little selfish to say im sick of people expressing their attraction to me, but i think its different when its just constant sexual remarks. it was both refreshing and nauseating hearing something like that. the second thought was that i've been thinking about my time in washington recently because i got an urge to look through old texts. i feel kind of bad for how i acted, but at the same time, i know that if i had been any softer i'd have gotten walked all over. my two exes from that school are dead and i don't really know how to process it? i guess? kylar killed himself to try and prove he wasn't a waste of time, and Kidd just straight up murdered crispin for the crime of stalking me. and that kind of reminded me that this other kid, hunter, fucking killed his mom over me! Nicole and i were joking when we brought it up, i never wanted anyone to die! i know its a matter of socialization difference and the fact i'm somewhere on the aroace spectrum (i looked into recently after Doc brought it up) but holy fuck chimera pussy can not be that worth it.

Dad said he'd jump off a building for me too. its all really disorienting to think about. i got "married" recently. its in quotation marks for multiple reasons (he put the ring on my right pointer finger, there were no witnesses, the groom is FUCKING FOURTEEN. FOUR. TEEN. in my defense it was NOT my idea i tried to talk him out of it but it didn't work). at the very least he's a sweet kid and has only really done things i'd expect of a boy his age. basically he hasn't tried to fuck or move in (low bar, i know). i've been thinking a little about how time travel works recently as well. i find it odd that things become "fixed points" once you know about them. i guess its a subconscious thing? i don't know, this is way outta my pay grade. ..speaking of marriage, actually. i know better than to put any stock into the words of people who don't give a fuck about me but, yknow, i'm paranoid. not my fault. i've been thinking recently about what that zydrate guy said, about how 17 is usually the cut off age for most pedophiles. i know Jackson said i had to be 20 for him to marry me, but i can't help being anxious. oh wait thats right halloweens coming up! Kidd's bday soon ^_^ and i gotta start working on my costume. i'm going as the guy who shot me a little while ago. yeah. hey, look, i never claimed to be smart. that was something everyone else decided i had to be. and also, its cunty. both the idea of going as the guy who tried to kill me and the outfit itself, its cunt. whatever. i don't have to explain myself.

i wonder what i should get for his birthday. i wanna go shopping this weekend, so i'll look around while i'm out. huh. i had more to say than i expected.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 44 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Oh God, another Omega in heat?" Tristan groans and I glare at him.

Lylah crosses her arms, eyeing him up and down with a disapproving look.

"I don't remember inviting you, big guy, so you can shove it."

He snarls at her and she growls back.

"My mate could beat your ass," she tells him.

"I'd like to see her try," Tristan bites back.

She just scoffs, grabbing my hand and leading us away from him as he rolls his eyes at her in disinterest.

We wait there for Wren, Lylah updating me on Yvonne's football training.

"She's really been getting better. I feel like she could go pro..."

"Hey guys," Wren emerges, walking over, greeting both Lylah and I with a faint smile.

He looks kind of exhausted, which is understandable if he's in heat but he's gorgeous as ever, his long silky black hair framing his small brown face and dark eyes.

But he freezes in place when he spots something behind us.

I realize that he's seen Tristan, who stands a few feet away.

Oh, I forgot they haven't met yet.

Wren must be confused, not knowing who he is.

So I look to the alpha, ready to introduce them to each other when I realize he's stopped as well, his eyes glowing to his wolf.

At first I think something is wrong,but then I realize his eyes are intently trained on Wren.

They stare at each other for a moment, the air completely still around them.

"Mate," Tristan growls, canines flashing.

Wren looks faint, mouth slack with shock as he looks at Tristan with wide eyes.

"N-no. That can't be..." he stutters, not realizing the scent of his heat has already involuntarily intensified since meeting Tristan.

His voice mirrors the surprise I feel.

Before anyone has time to say anything, Wren backs away, shaking his head, before turning and sprinting off.

I watch as he shifts into his wolf, disappearing into the trees.

Tristan lets out growl, bones snapping as he shifts as well, his giant auburn-furred wolf bounding after him.

As they leave the clearing, Lylah and I look to each other in shock.

"What the fuck just happened?" she asks me, gaping.

"W-Wren and Tristan are mates."

I put a hand over my mouth, looking at the patch of trees they disappeared into.

"Oh my God. This is crazy."

Lylah grabs me by the shoulders, her expression filled with disbelief.

"Is it fine to leave them be? Will Wren be okay?" she asks worriedly.

I think about it for a second.

"Tristan may be a jerk sometimes but he'd never hurt Wren," I assure her. "Though, I am worried about Wren's reaction. He didn't look too happy."

"Shit, and I still have collect my moms stinky mushrooms! How am I supposed to focus now?" Lyah groans, picking up her basket and I follow after her.

Its best to leave them to figure it outright now.

Finding your mate is a confusing time but I hope those two will work things out.

I'm excited for Wren, of course I am.

But a little, jealous part of me wishes all of us could go back to the time we didn't have mates because the way Tristan chased after him... that's something I'll never have with Daemon again.

He'll never chase me.

Because I lost my importance to him, or maybe he never cared at all.

As Lylah and I continue on through the woods, I can't help the feeling that I'm being watched.

My hair raises, my wolf whining with unease as I slow down, falling behind Lylah.

I hear a rustle behind me and I whip around, nearly shrieking in fright as I spot a large, dark brown wolf hiding in the trees across the clearing.

His eyes glow... watching me, his body completely still now that I caught him in the act.

And I would recognize that wolf anywhere.

"Daemon," I say softly, not believing my eyes.

It's been months.

'Months.'

I don't understand.

Is this an illusion?

Or has he really come back for me?

"Ash," Lylah's voice startles me and I look behind me where she approaches, panting with her hands on her hips.

"Don't wander off like that! You scared me," I ignore her, looking back to the spot where I saw him... only to find that he's gone.

The hole in my heart twinges in pain, my eyes filling with tears.

I knew it was too good to be true.

I must still be dreaming after all.

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My heat is unbearable without my mate to fulfill my needs.

Lylah encouraged me to hoe around but I find the idea completely unappealing.

I don't want to get with strange guys.

And while my body screams for Daemon, my heart is broken.

I hate how I find myself craving him... needing him.

The words he said before he left me are ingrained into my mind, playing on repeat.

They continue to, even after all the time that has passed.

And I guess I'm having hallucinations of him now, too.

I whimper in sadness, as well as horniness as I sprawl on the couch in a tank top and shorts, my body boiling with fever.

I have the back door splayed open, hoping to catch a breeze, but it does little to ease the heat.

My depression is making me listless.

I don't feel like doing anything.

Nothing is fun.

I don't even want to watch my favorite shows and eat M&Ms anymore because those are things I did with him.

Things I'll never do again with my mate.

I sigh, closing my eyes and deciding to try and sleep through the misery.

My heat has tired me out and I find myself falling into a light snooze.

I jolt awake a few hours later, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Something smells good.

Like really, really good.

I jump to my feet, following the scent to Lucien's study... where I find Daemon.