#i dont know what i did but it was me for sure

[cutequius]

An important thing i've learned (AuDHD) is that, if this is someone you either enjoy talking to or need to talk to frequently, it can be very helpful to just tell them (gently) that the way they say certain things like the 'okay' example above makes you feel like they arent listening (or whatever unpleasant feeling it's giving you).

Like, i have a friend who had a habit of saying the general like. 'Listening noises' (uh huh, yeah, okay) at the end of every single sentence i said, and sometimes before i was even done talking. And they werent doing it to be an asshole! It's just What They Do. I said it kind of bothered me when they did it all rapid fire like that, and asked if they could maybe try to do it less frequently, and that was that.

There's also people in my family that just Check Out in the middle of a conversation, and between us i've learned to pause more frequently to make sure I still have their attention (prevents frustration on my part at having to figure out how much i've repeated) and at least partially *because* i didn't let it keep building up into me getting pissed off at them, they've also gotten better at realizing they checked out, stopping me talking, and going "I'm sorry, you lost me at [x part of the story/etc]"." As opposed to us both just being pissed at each other and keeping it to ourselves until it blows up into a huge fight.

Obviously your appoach is going to differ depending on How The People You Know Are, these are just examples.

It sucks to have to try and navigate the 'mind reading' of socializing with the majority of people, but remember that when you want people to spell things out for you so you dont have to guess why theyre annoyed, it's also good to remember to offer others the same courtesy.

"neurotypicals have this special way of saying 'okay' that makes you feel like shit after infodumping your special interest" anyone can do that actually

[whambamsami]

private show pt.2

summary: what happens in the private showroom, stays in the private showroom...stripper!bucky pt.2

pt. 1

warnings: 18+ language, alcohol, almost smut! i promise theyre gonna fuck like bunnies in the next part of this lmao

note: if this doesnt flow super well im sorry, i didnt proofread and i did rush it a bit! i also dont totally understand how tag lists work so forgive me if i messed that up too haha, small chance i delete this and try to make it a bit cleaner!

taglist!: @sebastians-love @marianastudiesart @bowscale @staley83 @opheliabbarnes @hhyukasworld @unicornqueen05 @defn0tonyourleft <3

If the bouncer noticed your nerves, he didn’t let on. He just pulled back the plush red curtain and waved you in. 

You stepped inside before you could decide against it. 

The door shuts with a soft click.

The room smells like leather and cologne. Dim lights flicker warm over plush velvet seating. Your heart’s pounding in your chest. And you’re frozen where you stand.

Because in the center of the room, the man you’d seen on the stage was leaning against a pole, shirtless now, glistening faintly in the warm, low light. One silver chain resting against his collarbone, made of the same metal that made up his left arm. Tattoos dotted his chest and abs, thin black ink delicately drawing your eyes lower. A dangerous smirk on his lips. 

Bucky, they had said his name was.

Wonder if that was his real name.

“Oh.” You breathed.

His smirk turned wolfish. 

“So you’re the girlfriend,” he said, voice low and deep as he stepped closer. “Didn’t expect you to say yes.”

“...And if I had said no?” 

“Then I guess I would have had to come out there and ask in person,” he said, eyes raking over you. “And that could’ve gotten messy.”

You sputter just for a second before catching yourself.

“I- yeah. Thanks for the rescue. I really appreciate it.”

He tilted his head. “The rescue?” 

“Yeah. Saved me from my asshole boyfriend and his gross friends. I owe you.”

That made him pause for a beat. Considering. Calculating. 

Then he’s back in control like nothing happened.

“Is that what you think this is?” he smiled gently, stepping even closer.

You blink. “Um. Yeah? You got me away from Nick and made him look like a jackass. Not exactly a hard thing to do, but still-credit where credit’s due.”

Bucky laughed-low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. He had a nice laugh, you thought. 

“Sweetheart”- and you do a great job of showing how that nickname doesn’t affect you one bit, you’re sure of it- “I didn’t save you. I picked you.”

Your stomach did something traitorous as he popped the champagne, and you didn’t miss the evil glint in his eyes when the head of the bottle was swallowed by frothy foam before he could capture it with the flutes. 

He handed you a glass. 

You needed it. 

���What does that mean?” 

He leaned in, his voice dropping to something that wrapped around your spine like silk.

“It means I saw you sitting out there, looking like you were five seconds from either crying or setting the place on fire, and I figured you could use a reminder that not everyone in the room is a complete asshole.” 

Great. More pity. Just what you needed.

But then he continued.

“And I could see your thighs squeezing together when you saw me. All the way from up on the stage.”

You let out a soft breath, surprised at how much that hit you.

But he wasn’t done. 

“It also means,” he added, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, “I wasn’t gonna let some sweaty, insecure little prick keep looking at you like you were an object. Not when I know exactly how a woman should be treated, how you deserve to be treated.”

“Wow,” you breathe, almost to yourself, “you’re like… dangerously good at this.”

He grins. Like he had you right where he wanted you.

And suddenly the room around you felt like it was shrinking. You instinctively go to tug your dress down a bit, feeling overexposed. But he’s quicker, catching your hand in his own. 

“Don’t,” he murmurs, “you’re perfect like this.”

You should laugh it off. You should roll your eyes.

But you don’t.

Because the way he says it- like he means it-makes something deep inside you clench.

“I liked your show.” and it feels like a confession, like something you weren’t allowed to say out loud. 

“I know.” and you roll your eyes playfully before he cuts you off with, “So did your thighs.” 

You choke on your laugh.

“Confident, aren’t we?”

Bucky tilts his head a bit, and you can’t tell if he’s getting a better look at you or analyzing exactly where he needs to touch to make you weak.

“Don’t act shocked. You started it. Squeezing your thighs together while I was on stage? That’s flirting.”

“That’s called crossing my legs.”

“Cross them around my head next time, and we’ll call it even.”

You blink.

“Are you always this subtle?”

“Sweetheart,” he grins, “subtle gets you half the fun. You want subtle, go back to your boyfriend.”

You roll your eyes. “Ex-boyfriend.”

He takes another step forward. Then another. Gently leads you to sit on the red couch, so soft it felt like you were being sucked into it. God, you didn’t even want to think about what this room would look like if you turned on a blacklight- 

He straddles your lap.

And you forget how to breathe.

His knees bracket your legs, not quite touching you. His hands rest on his own thighs, muscles flexing just slightly, forearms thick and inked. 

He’s shirtless. You were clever enough to have noticed that when you first entered, but now, up close, it was all-consuming.

The glow of the lights dances across his chest, down his stomach, and whatever oil he must have used on himself amplifies every divot of his toned body. He must have spent years eating clean and hitting the gym to get this kind of figure. Every inch of him screams control.

He looks like a god. 

“You ever had a dance like this?” he asks softly. 

You shake your head, sure that it’s the last move you’ll make before you become paralyzed forever. 

“Good,” his voice is raspy, like he’s almost whispering, “I want to be your first.”

He leans forward, lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

“And your favorite.”

Then he moves.

His hips roll slow and deep, grinding just above your center, close enough to feel the heat of him through your clothes. His hands rest on the couch on either side of your shoulders, caging you in.

“How do you want this to go, doll?” he murmured, voice low and sinful “You want me slow? Gentle?”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. He was close-too close. You could smell him. Feel the heat coming off his skin.

“Or…” His metal hand gripped the back of the couch behind your head. “You want me to show you what your asshole boyfriend never could?”

He doesn’t touch you. Not yet.

But he doesn’t need to.

Because the way he watches your reaction-how your lips part in a silent gasp-it’s like he’s memorizing you.

You exhaled shakily.

“That one.” you say before your brain can catch up to your mouth, “That one sounds- sounds good.”

“Good,” he coos, “let’s make your boyfriend nice and jealous. Show him how a woman like you deserves to be treated.”

“God, can we please not talk about my boyfriend right now?” you mutter, doing your best to keep your hands rooted at your sides like you’re cuffed there.

Not a bad idea. 

He chuckles wickedly above you.

“You’re right, pretty girl. Sweet little thing like you, and he’s taking you to a dirty place like this? Doesn’t he know what happens when you don’t take care of your things?” he coos, rolling his hips once more, closer this time, “Someone might take them away. Take better care of them. Someone like me.”

You hear a soft, pathetic whine pass your lips before you can stop yourself.

His mouth curls. 

“That’s my girl, let me hear it. Let me hear how much you want this.”

He’s licking up your neck, biting gently at your shoulder, sucking the sensitive spot where your neck and collarbone meet, nibbling at your earlobe.

“Bet he’s never touched you like this, doll. Never had you whining, begging for him, not like I do. And I haven’t even shown you my best moves.”

“What, the ones that require me to buy two drinks minimum?”

“Mmm. The ones I really want to try on you. The ones that might get me fired.”

Then he moved-really moved.

His hips were flush against yours. His abs brushed your chest as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your cheek. And then he finally brought his hips to yours.

Slow. Deep. Grinding down like he already knew exactly where you needed him most.

You gasped.

Your hands shot out on instinct, landing on his thighs, hard muscle under your palms. Just as quickly as you touched him, you pull away, internally cringing at your lack of control. 

“Sorry, I-”

“What are you sorry for, doll? Touch me all you want.” and he’s grabbing your hand in his, the vibranium arm still rooted behind your head. He brings your shaking fingers to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he gives your fingers a soft kiss, and then he’s dragging your hand down his chest, letting you feel every smooth valley and crevice of his delicious body, still rolling his hips into yours. 

Your fingers curled around his legs as he rocked into you again-slower, rougher, the friction making the growing heat between your legs grow more intense, drawing a gasp from you. 

“God, the sounds you’re making,” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours. “You ever been this wet with your clothes still on?”

“Jesus, Bucky-” and he’s back to his attack on your neck.

You’re gonna think about this later, aren’t you?” he said against your skin. “Gonna lie in bed and replay this in your head…fingers between your thighs… wishing it was me.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up to meet his.

“There she is.”

You’re not even sure when it happens.

One second, Bucky’s hips are rolling slow and smooth against yours, his hands slipping beneath your dress in ways that definitely broke some rules, his voice wrecking you in your ear.

“You feel that, baby?”, he rasps, “That’s all me. For you.”

You’re just about to cave, to beg for him to just take you right there.

Then the door slams open.

“What the fuck?”

[bills5lut]

talk to me

masterlist prompt list

warnings: very slight smut at first (not enjoyed by reader, so please if you are not comfortable with that do not read), degradation, safe wording, angst, fluff

synopsis: billie takes her frustration out on you during sex, pushing past your comfort until you safeword. she walks off, emotionally distant, but later returns to give you tender, genuine aftercare.

note: had lots of requests for this, so here u go. again, some might find parts of this uncomfortable and if so please dont read <3

The tiles are slick beneath your feet. Steam swirls around the glass like smoke, curling and twisting as water pelts your skin in steady, stinging rivulets. It should feel warm. Safe. Familiar. But all you feel is the brutal rhythm of her hips, and the sharp edge of something you can’t quite name twisting deeper inside your chest with every thrust.

Your back’s pressed to the cold wall, one leg hiked high over Billie���s hip. Her fingers are bruising into your thigh, holding it there like a threat. She’s not even kissing you. Her mouth is near your skin, but not touching, just hovering, speaking into your flesh like she’s whispering to herself. Her other hand is gripping your thigh, nails digging in, guiding your body into hers as she uses you for the friction. You can feel it, she’s grinding her own clit against the harness, getting herself off on your body like you’re a thing. A tool. And maybe you are. Right now.

You don’t even know what you did wrong. Not really. You’ve felt her pulling away for days, brushing off your touches, going hours without texting, sighing when you try to talk during her mixes. You told yourself it was just stress, the album, the pressure. But now, it feels personal. And you’re naked in her hands, pinned and used, and it’s never felt more distant.

“Jesus.” Billie growls, barely loud enough to be heard over the hiss of the water. Her breath is hot against your ear. “Always whining for attention, always clinging. This is the only time you shut the fuck up.”

Her hand clamps over your mouth without warning.

You flinch, not enough to make her stop, but just enough that your knee wobbles against the tension in your thigh. Billie catches it like a reflex, shoving her hips up harder.

“So much better when you’re like this,” she breathes, her voice low and hot. “Not whining, not clinging. Just taking it.”

Your breath jerks through your nose. You make a sound into her palm, not pleasure, not really. But it doesn’t seem to register for her. She keeps fucking into you, harder now, sharper, like each thrust is meant to empty something out of her. The slap of wet skin echoes harshly in the glassed-in shower. You’re not sure if she’s doing this to get off or to punish you.

Tears are already stinging your eyes, hot and raw. You think it started a while ago, maybe a minute after she started saying those things. Maybe longer. You’re not even sure what triggered it, only that the pleasure’s gone. It slipped out between your legs and down the drain, lost in the steam and confusion and the ache in your chest.

Your mouth curls beneath her hand. Your eyes squeeze shut.

Billie groans against your neck, voice low and guttural. “God, I could almost believe you’re enjoying this. You like it, don’t you? Just a pathetic little toy, dripping all over me for nothing.”

Your body’s trembling. Not from climax. Not even from effort. Just shaking. Shame burns in your throat, mixing with the tears that keep silently tracking down your cheeks, washed away by the relentless rain of the showerhead. 

You try to swallow the sob building in your throat. But it cracks, leaking into the air like a broken note. Billie thinks it’s a moan. Her grip tightens.

“You like this, don’t you?” she murmurs, rocking harder into you. “Filthy little thing. You just want to be used. Don’t need love, just this, right?”

You shake your head, eyes unsure of who it is you’re looking at right now, the figure in front of you unfamiliar.

“Bet if I left you here like this, dripping and fucked out, you’d just cry and rub one out without me, huh? That’s what you’re like now?”

You can’t take it. You try to twist your mouth under her hand, try to find enough space to speak.

“Mmmf”

She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t listen.

You force it out.

“Red,” you gasp, barely audible against her palm. “Billie. I said red.”

Everything stops.

Not like a crash, not urgent, not dramatic. Just a subtle pause. A frown flickers across her face. Her hips still inside you, strap buried to the hilt, body pressed tight against yours. Her hand falls away from your mouth slowly, like she’s just now tuning into the sound.

“What?” she says, flatly. Her voice isn’t panicked. Just distant. Confused.

Your eyes are wide now, lips trembling. “Red,” you whisper again, broken and hoarse. “Please stop.”

The water runs between you. Soaks your hair. Pounds against the floor in a growing sense of silence.

Billie blinks. Then nods once, curt and automatic.

“Yep,” she mutters. “Yep. Sorry.”

She pulls out fast, not violently, just detached. The absence leaves you gasping. You almost slide down the wall when she lets go of your thigh, the burn of it immediate as your leg returns to the floor and buckles slightly under your weight. She turns the shower off without looking at you. The sudden quiet is deafening. Then she’s gone.

You blink at the shower door, half expecting her to come back, but no. She’s already stepped out, water dripping from her arms as she grabs a towel from the rack and disappears out the bathroom door. She doesn’t say anything else.

You’re left there, soaked, empty, and trembling.

The cold hits you first. Without the water, the tile is icy against your feet. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to catch your breath, to slow the shaking. It doesn’t work. You dry off slowly, mechanically, the towel too rough against your flushed, sensitive skin. You try not to look at yourself in the mirror. Everything feels blurry.

In the bedroom, Billie’s already dressed. Oversized tee, her damp hair raked back and still dripping onto the fabric. She’s curled up on her side of the bed, phone in hand, thumb scrolling, the screen casting cool blue light against her face. You don’t say anything as you cross to the dresser.

You try to keep your movements quiet, like maybe if you’re careful, she won’t notice you. The towel slips once around your hips, and you bite your lip to stop another tear from falling. Your fingers fumble with the drawer pull as you grab an old pair of pajamas, your arms shaking as you pull the shirt on.

You turn to her finally, barely able to make your voice come out.

“Bills?”

She doesn’t look up immediately. Then her gaze slides to you, unreadable.

“Yeah?”

You swallow.

“…Can I have a hug?”

Billie’s face shifts. Just slightly. Her lips part, but nothing comes out at first. Then she sets her phone down, lets out a breath that’s almost a sigh.

“Yeah,” she says quietly. “Yeah, come here.”

You walk over slowly, still feeling humiliated. You slide into the bed beside her, gingerly, like you’re afraid you’ll scare her off. She opens one arm. You curl into it, head against her shoulder. Everything about the contact feels stiff. Careful. Awkward.

You close your eyes. Try to pretend it’s normal.

“…What’s going on?” you whisper after a moment.

Billie shrugs, just a tiny twitch of her shoulder. “Nothing.”

You don’t let her off the hook.

“Please. Don’t do that. I can’t” Your voice cracks. “You’ve been so cold, and then tonight….”

“I know.” She cuts you off, sharp at first. Then softer. “I know.”

A pause. Then, finally, she speaks.

“It’s not you,” Billie mutters, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “It’s not. It’s this album. The deadlines. The pressure. I can’t sleep, I can’t write, and everything’s on fire and I… I guess I started blaming you. For needing things from me when I had nothing left to give.”

You stay quiet. Let her get it out. She turns her head, her voice lower.

“I was just such a fucking cunt to you.”

You shift, shaking your head gently, trying to downplay it. “It’s okay”

“No,” she says firmly. “Don’t say it’s fine. You were crying. You never cry.”

Her voice breaks slightly, and her eyes finally meet yours. There’s guilt there now. Real guilt, curling behind her lashes like smoke.

“I didn’t even stop right away,” she whispers. “Didn’t even hear you.”

You exhale shakily, moving closer.

“I didn’t want to safeword. I just didn’t know what else to do. It didn’t feel like you were there with me. It felt like…” You trail off.

“Like I hated you,” Billie says quietly. “And I didn’t. I don’t.”

Your hand finds her arm, stroking gently. Her skin is warm now, soft from the towel. “I know you don’t,” you whisper.

“Still doesn’t make it okay,” she says.

You nod, forehead resting against her shoulder. The quiet stretches between you. Then, unexpectedly, she shifts.

“You want a bath?” she asks suddenly.

You blink. “What?”

“A bath. Hot. With bubbles or whatever. Let me…” She trails off, already standing. “Let me do that. Please.”

Billie fills the tub while you sit silently on the closed toilet lid, legs curled up to your chest. She lights a candle without asking. Pulls out the lavender oil she always teases you for liking. Adds bubbles.

You’re already crying again before you get in. The water is almost too warm. But her hands help guide you down. You sit between her legs, your back against her chest, her arms wrapping around you slowly, this time gentle. Intimate. Real. Neither of you speak for a while.

She presses a kiss to your shoulder. Then your neck.

Then she whispers against your skin, voice soft and cracked: “I’m so sorry.”

You nod, closing your eyes. “I know.”

She strokes your arms with the flat of her palm. Rubs slow circles against your ribs. You turn a little in her lap, tucking your head into her neck.

“You’re not too much,” she says suddenly, like she’s afraid if she doesn’t say it now, she’ll never say it. “You’re never too much for me. I made you feel like that and I… I fucking hate myself for it.”

You don’t respond right away. Just breathe against her collarbone.

Then you whisper, “You’re allowed to be overwhelmed.”

She holds you tighter.

“You’re allowed to need space. But I need to know you still love me when you take it.”

Billie lets out a long breath.

“I do. God, I do.”

Later, dried off and dressed, she tucks you into the bed with a tenderness that makes your throat ache. She brings you water, a hoodie of hers, even your little stuffed bear from the dresser without asking. You smile weakly, cuddling into her side. She holds you this time like she means it. No phones. No distraction. Just Billie. Just you.

“Can you talk to me next time?” you whisper.

“I will,” she promises, voice low. “No more pretending. No more using sex to get my anger out. That’s not what we do. That’s not who I want to be.”

You nod. And when she kisses your forehead and whispers “I love you” into your hair, you finally believe it again.

[mrsfudd]

Toxic Paige and Azzi HCs

Toxic Paige and Azzi HCs

Smut warning

- They get very jealous of each other and make sure you feel guilty about it.

"Why did I see you give Paige a hug today? You must only wanna be seen with her huh"

"So you think its cute to let Azzi rub all up on you knowing I was standing right there?"

-They are both very aggressive in bed, they love belittling you.

“Look at her az, dumb slut” Paige chuckled to Azzi while ruining your insides.

“Nobody can fuck you like we can, remember that shit baby” Azzi told you as she watched you fall apart.

-They are very controlling, especially in your outfit choices.

Paige sat on the couch while Azzi was in the kitchen, they both were waiting for you, tonight was date night. Paige saw you first, you wore a dress that sat right above your knees with spaghetti straps, assuming nothing would be wrong with it.

“Yo Azzi, get your bitch bro. Fucking look at her, shes dressed like an attention whore” Paige snapped watching you walk out the bathroom.

Azzi snapped her head around to see what Paige was talking about, you could see the anger on her face. “See this is why we dont take you anywhere, go fucking change, nah actually me and Paige going out your staying in the fucking house”.

-After yall fight, they have very unhealthy ways of reassuring you.

“We didnt mean to make you cry mama, i just needed you to understand how it makes us feel when you say hi to people like that. You only need us dont forget that okay baby? Paige told you.

“I know, Im sorry i forgot how sensitive you are, just dont do that dumb shit again alright? You wont like what would happen.” Azzi cooed

- When things get really bad, they love texting you whenever you walk out on them.

Paige: So you done with us or what?

Azzi: We all know your gonna be back so just save us the wait alright?

-They are very friendly with other girls, when you feel some type of way about it they become extremely defensive.

“Oh my god Y/N, do you hear yourself? Why would I flirt with her? Sounds like you were saving herself for yourself”. Paige screamed.

“Your fucking crazy Y/N. I would never do no shit like that. You must be deflecting.” Azzi said with no passion in her voice.

-They never really apologize, just buy you things.

“You like it baby? Yeah I know you do. So you forgive me right??” Azzi said handing you a new Chanel purse.

“I know its nice right. Still think I was fucking with that girl?” Paige asked while you showed her the dress she got.

Sorry to whoever requested this, i 100% lost it but enjoy 🙏 Sorry for typos ik this is short.

[kannouo]

Feeling Faint

fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers x gn!reader warnings: drug mention in satan's part, emetophobia in asmo's part summary: the brothers reacting to an mc with low blood pressure and hypermobility. prompt by anon: hihi! would you write obey me brothers headcannons where the mc has medical issues-but in the sense where they'll be like "oh yeah im gonna pass out rq give me a minute" after standing up, and like hypermobility so they just over extend their joints unknowingly and its more likely to break? just a stupid idea i thought of bcuz clearly if it concerns some humans it would freak out demons A/N: ofc I can do that — to add to the hcs, i went with the idea that the medical issues are caused by low blood pressure and added some other symptoms. i kept the hypermobility and did a bit of research but i didnt go too in-depth in these hcs for fear of getting anything wrong. i dont struggle with either of these things personally and am in no way an expert, if i did anything seriously wrong please let me know!!

LUCIFER

• ...Concerned.

• So, Demons are by no means impervious to illness. But the types of conditions that plague demonkind are much different to what humans experience. A human cold would have no effect on a demon, but a demon cold could outright kill a human — to impact their immune systems, the illness has to be a particularly strong one, you see. Due to this, I imagine none of the brothers have much experience with how truly fragile human bodies can be.

• In preparation for the exchange program, Lucifer had, of course, changed a lot of things around the House of Lamentation to be more human-friendly. He did his research, too. Plants that are harmless to demons but extremely toxic to humans were removed. The literally boiling temperatures that the water in the house could get to was taken care of. He made sure that all food stocked in the fridge and cabinets was safe for human consumption. The entire place was essentially baby-proofed to guarantee as little injury as possible.

• What he didn't predict or account for was that your own body could be working against you.

• The first time you stand up too fast and nearly collapse, he assumes you've fallen ill and asks you repeatedly to give him a rundown of everything you've eaten and everywhere you've been just to make sure he didn't accidentally leave some kind of cursed item out. Is so confused when you explain to him that this isn't a temporary affliction, and it's just something you deal with all the time.

• Not sure if he initially believes you when you tell him it isn't a big deal.

• He obviously does his research and calms himself down. Learns it isn't life-threatening and takes care to note down any treatment options you might need.

• That, and he's surprisingly calm about your hypermobility. If he sees you over-extending your joints without even realising, he points it out quickly and tells you to stop. "I know it feels normal, but it isn't."

• Predictably a stickler about if you're doing strengthening exercises or taking medication if you need any. Every morning, whether you took your medicine or did the necessary exercises is the first thing he asks you, and he cannot be lied to. If you don't set an alarm, he'll be your alarm.

"Good morning, MC." You nearly jump right out of your skin hearing Lucifer's voice as soon as you turned to close your bedroom door. You spin around, but before you can ask how he just appeared without making a sound, he continues, "did you finish your stretches?" You look at him. He looks right back at you. After a beat too long of silence, he sighs and gestures to your bedroom. "Back inside. Do it properly." "Yes, sir."

MAMMON

• Another concerned guy, but... less knowledgeable. The first time you nearly stumbled to the ground out of nowhere he, for just the slightest of moments, thought you'd dropped dead for literally no reason. Scariest fucking millisecond of his life.

• Especially with your hypermobility, Mammon would somewhat struggle to wrap his head around the concept of something that can't just be cured. It can be treated, sure, but you can't get rid of it? Like at all?? I thought you guys had doctors in the human world???

"So you just... deal with this for the rest of your life?" "Mammon, it really isn't that big of a deal." You say, trying in vain to reassure him. He's been staring straight ahead with his elbows on his knees and hands clasped in front of his face for a few minutes now, and you're worried he's having some sort of crisis. "It doesn't even affect me that much in my day-to-day life. It's treatable." "But, like..." He sighs exasperatedly and places his head in his hands. "For the rest of your life, though?"

• Initial confusion aside, he never quite gets over the initial panic he feels whenever you become faint, dizzy or nauseous. No matter how chill you are about it, he makes sure to balance you out with pure blind panic.

• Not that he's any better with your habit of over-extending. Unlike Lucifer, who calmly and politely reminds you to relax your joints, Mammon will freak out at you and ask you how in the fuck that doesn't hurt and even be convinced you've broken something if you're extending far enough.

• On that note, if you do actually break something, he's probably the first one to know because of how he hovers around you 24/7. Expect to never be left alone ever again.

• He tries to remind you to do stretches or take your medicine, but the problem is that he forgets that stuff too. He'll bring it up on the rare occasion that he does remember and then pester you into doing it, raving on and on the whole time about how you're hopeless without him here to tell you what to do.

LEVIATHAN

• Like I said, demons don't really get conditions like this. Their bodies and immune systems don't function the way humans do. And that's lucky for him too because, if they did, this guy would be deficient in things we don't even have names for yet.

• But, he's a demon and therefore immune to these human ailments. LMAO sucks to be you.

• Levi is another one who has a panic response. The difference between him and Mammon is that he can logically understand that your conditions aren't life-changing and that they're easily treatable and that he doesn't have to worry, but the illogical part of his mind takes charge in situations where he experiences you feeling the effects of your medical issues.

• You can absolutely talk to him about your treatment plan and the way your low blood pressure and hypermobility impacts you without him freaking out about it. He listens and understands just fine. But then he actually sees you dealing with fatigue and headaches or with your elbow in a weird position and all logic goes flying out the window.

"Your arm's broken." You turn your head at the sound of Levi's voice. His eyes are wide, his entire body stiff in shock, but the way he said it was so matter-of-fact that for a moment you believed he must be right. You look down at your arm, elbow stretched a little too far forward to be normal. "Your arm's broken!" You fix your arm's position, but before you can inform Levi of the misunderstanding, he's already pacing around his room. "W—what do I do?! How'd you break your arm by sitting?! M—my medical dramas didn't prepare me for this...! Oh no, oh no, oh no, Lucifer's gonna kill me... W—wait, that's it! Karon, call Lucifer—!" "Levi stop, don't—"

• While you weren't hurt that day after all, you're about 70% sure that Levi's frantic phone call to Lucifer claiming that you'd broken a bone nearly gave him whatever the demon version of a heart attack is.

• Would really like to imagine himself as the sweet, romantic type who could catch you when you're about to collapse and carry you off to bed. The problem is, though he probably can catch you before you fall, he'll then realise with horror your close proximity and ends up dropping you to the ground in a fluster anyway. He's not built for the anime romance life.

SATAN

• I was going to reference the "chill guy" meme here but realised that Satan is the complete opposite of a Chill Guy.

• Still though, he is overall the most reasonable about this when he first learns about it.

• Also, unlike Levi, he is literally the protagonist of a romance manga. He will catch you in his arms before you fall, lovingly brush your hair out of your face and ask if you're hurt. He's just built different. And he practices this kind of shit in the mirror.

• He'll probably ask you about the specific kind of symptoms you experience. It's likely he's read some obscure book on human illnesses, so he has nothing but good intentions; he's asking to see if he can recall or look for anything written in those books that can serve as remedies. The only problem is that they aren't written by humans.

"I recall reading that fairy dust can be used to ease pain in human bodies, and even as a source of medication in the past." You give Satan a puzzled look. 'Fairy dust'? Used to ease pain, a source of medication?... There's no way he's referring to what you think he's referring to, right? You stare at him for a moment longer. He stares right back, returning your quizzical expression with his own, as if he didn't just say the most disorienting thing you've ever heard. "Like..." You start, tentatively lowering your voice. "...Drugs?" "What? No. Actual fairy dust. Are you insane?" You feel like that raises way more questions than drugs.

• That's not to say he's unwilling to learn. If you tell him his information is outdated or straight up inaccessible to humanity, he'll listen to your explanation of your treatment process and do more research in his own time.

• He will also frequently remind you to do your stretches and exercises and take any necessary medicine. If you have a routine for your exercises, he'll probably actually join you in them. He sits around reading all day, he probably needs it, his fucking back man.

• Like Lucifer, he will calmly but pointedly tell you to stop over-extending your joints when he catches you doing it.

ASMODEUS

• Also relatively normal about it because, out of all the brothers, he's had the most experience with humanity outside of sorcerers and witches. I don't think he's particularly knowledgeable about this sort of thing, but he is at least aware that it exists, and of the simple fact that the human body can be afflicted by many different things.

• You mention the hypermobility to him and he doesn't really... get it at first. "Oh, I'm flexible too! ♡" he says, then you nearly dislocate your shoulder in front of him and it finally clicks that this isn't cool or sexy. He understands eventually, don't worry.

• Maybe a hot take here but I honestly can't imagine Asmo as squeamish. So if your low blood pressure gives you an upset stomach, he has no problem holding your hair back as you throw up in the bathroom. He gets shitfaced drunk with his club friends every other night. It's probably nothing new to him.

• Asmo is a naturally very comforting presence when he wants to be. He has plenty of remedies for lightheaded-ness and pain relief that he's more than willing to share with you. That, and he's one for words of affirmation, so he turns to praising and reassuring you through the whole process.

"You poor thing. Humans really are fragile." Asmo coos, affectionately threading his fingers through your hair as you slowly sip the peppermint tea he prepared for you. "Hopefully you'll feel better by tonight. I would hate for you to lose out on your beauty sleep." "Sorry," you hoarse out, throat scratchy and raw. You feel disgusting, your stomach still spinning in circles and your body covered in a thin layer of sweat. He frowns at you. "Don't be silly. You didn't choose for this to happen, did you?" He kisses the top of your head and smiles. "Don't worry! Asmo's here to make you feel allll better."

• Joins you in doing your stretches/exercises too, but his motivations are a little different from Satan's.

• Like Mammon, if you do actually injure yourself, Asmo is unlikely to leave you on your own for a long time afterwards. Throughout your recovery, he'll insist on being your personal nurse, and even after that, he'll continue to hover around you as you go about your daily business. This causes him to butt heads with Mammon who does the exact same thing. Whether this is annoying or entertaining is up to you.

BEELZEBUB

• "It's because you aren't eating the right things."

• I don't necessarily think Beel would be dismissive or wilfully ignorant, but there is literally a part in the OG game where he claims that the reason humans are so physically weak compared to demons is because they don't eat enough, and don't eat the right things. At first, this is absolutely what he'd think is causing your issues.

• The reason you randomly feel light-headed or like you're going to faint must be because of how starved you are. Here, he got you an entire pizza.

• Obviously, he will learn with time. But his fixation on this being hunger-related can actually come in handy for your low blood pressure if eating salty snacks can help make you feel better. He's always got something on hand.

• When it comes to your exercises, he also won't realise initially that it's exercises and stretches specifically designed to help with your condition and not just a general workout similar to what he does. He'll try to give you tips, but it's some Saitama-level training bullshit. He's not super familiar with just how much weaker human bodies are compared to his own.

"MC?" You lift your head at the sound of your name being called, your eyes landing on Beel in a black tank-top. By the way his hoodie is nowhere to be seen, you assume he's dressed for a workout. "I'm going for a run. Do you want to come? It might be good for you." "A run?" The idea of a quiet jog all alone with Beel crosses your mind. You're sure he only intends to help you strengthen yourself, but there's nothing wrong with turning it into a little romantic outing, you think. "How far?" "An easy 700 miles should be fine for a warm-up—" "Never-mind."

• Until you tell him to stop, he has a habit of not telling you when your hypermobility is making your joints stretch in unnatural positions, but instead just silently fixing it himself. He'll take your arm and re-position it to rest normally.

• Also, no need to worry about injuries with this guy around. It won't happen. He reacts faster than you can even process. You suddenly feel dizzy one day and nearly fall right down the stairs, only for him to grab you by the back of your shirt and very unceremoniously hold you in the air like that.

• You appreciate it, but you'd appreciate it even more if he could pick you up with any amount of dignity.

BELPHEGOR

• Similar to his twin, he has his own initial assumptions as to what's causing this.

• "You should just sleep more." And to be fair, sometimes sleeping it off does help with the more nauseating symptoms, but it really isn't useful advice for when you need to start on your stretches in the morning. Sleeping won't magically make your bones stronger.

• He's the least likely to be around enough to prevent any injuries if you get any, but he is pretty good for the recovery period. He's just about as much of a stickler for you getting the proper amount of rest as Lucifer is about you doing your exercises. Plus, given his powers of sloth, he can send you to sleep with a single touch and give you pleasant dreams to help you through any pain or nausea you may be experiencing.

• Not gonna lie, I feel like Belphie is a little freaked out whenever he sees you over-extending your joints. He won't voice it or anything, but he does find it creepy. Asmo's hyper-flexibility is already unnerving to him, so seeing you bend your joints in ways that cannot be normal is something he can't look at for too long.

• Don't crack your knuckles in front of him, he will think you just broke both of your hands and is horrified.

• He won't join you in your stretches but he will watch you do them and critique from the side-lines like an asshole. I love him I swear.

"Your back's not straight enough." You look over your shoulder at the sound of Belphie's voice. He's looking at you, exercise reference sheet in hand, the rest of his body still firmly tucked into bed. You swear you feel your eye twitch. "How about you fucking do it?" Admittedly, the balancing exercises had already taken a bit out of you, so your patience was thinner than normal. He didn't seem offended, given that his response was to yawn dramatically and turn over. "Too tired."

• Lowkey, and this is a little mean so only if you're up for it... use your condition as a ploy to get out of things. Pretend to faint in the middle of gym class and he'll so kindly volunteer to take you to the nurse's office himself. Act like your joints are in a lot of pain on a day where you have to take a test and ask Belphie to stay home with you because he's the best for your recovery.

• It's not like Lucifer can accuse you of pretending, you literally have diagnoses, asshole.

[ohmy-gojo]

firm believer that nanami should have a cooking account on social medias

one thing about nanami, hes really good at cooking (tho its not surprising) he was a decent cook before he met you, just whipping up some salad for lunch and baking bread for a treat once in a while

but when you came to his life, along came your late night food cravings. not that he ever complained, he loved every little quirks of yours. dating since high school and still together, hes proud to say his cooking has gotten much better than before. and now he cooks not because he needs to, but because he enjoys it and has someone who appreciates it so much (with eyes who look at him as if he hangs the stars in the sky and ofc, endless kisses)

in your opinion though, hes the best cook ever. not only aiding to your cravings, but also getting creative with it. he manages to make everything look so simple and easy yet so cute. it feels illegal to enjoy his work alone. and since youre no gatekeeper, you decided to bring it up one day

"do you ever think of creating a cooking channel?"

nanami paused for a moment before returning back to his work, which was making pompompurin themed mozzarella buns for you. he hummed softly

"the thought didnt really cross my mind. why do you say that though?"

you sat up straight, ready to bring out your powerpoint presentation on how hes the best cook ever and should be cherished like the king he is.

"duh are you seriously asking why? you cook so good and i feel like you should be, i dont know, seen and applauded and, and- appreciated for your talent!" you rambled

a small smile and a blush, which you missed since his back was turned, graced his face

"but you do that plenty you know," he said teasingly "you appreciate me quite much and quite well."

you blushed at his words knowing well what he was implying to then furrowed your brows stubbornly

"dont make this about me now! just maybe.. think about this okay? i know how much you enjoy cooking and if you ever feel like sharing your art with the world, know that im always by your side." you finished with a soft smile

that night, after finishing dinner and the treats he made for you, he mulled over your words instead of reading his novels during bedtime like he usually did as he waited for you to finish your skincare routine. he thought and thought and suddenly it wasnt a bad idea? getting to share the love of cooking for the love of his life as long his face isnt shown? hes down.

when he bought this up during breakfast next day, you almost choked on the omelette he made for you (ofc added a smiley face with sauce) and stared at him through wide eyes. he chuckled at your reaction and handed you oreo milkshake.

you took the responsibility of acting as his social media manager of course as a supportive wifey. you made sure the profile was him, simple and sophisticated also cute as hell and when it was time for the filming

"just be yourself ken," you smiled gently at him, seeing him subtly furrowing his brows, a gesture which meant he was nervous. "people will love you!"

he smiled back at you and pecked your forehead "just so you know that whatever happens, im still only cooking for you and only you in my mind."

thus you pressed the record button. for the first video of his account, he made your favorite food. paired with his classical music playlist playing in the background, the cozy atmosphere and his gentle hands, you had no doubt that the video was gonna blow up

and blow up it did. because in the first two days, the first and only video he created garnered over a million views and 800k likes as well as quite a lot of followers. even though you expected just as much, he seemed to be in shock at the growing numbers

"see!? youre a celebrity already! remember me when you get famous ken."

he chuckled at your words, shaking his head fondly and returned back to his work, making a healthy salad recipe for you since you (🫵🏻) always neglect your veggies.

[wattpadbxtch]

All Falls Down

pt. 10

Paige had been waiting for this.

Not just the sex—though, yeah, that too—but this. The moment where it was just them. No outside noise. No threats. No Elena. Just Azzi, under her, for her.

And after what Azzi had just done? Yeah, Paige was gonna make sure her girl knew just how much she appreciated it.

—

Azzi barely had time to think before Paige had her pressed against the bed, hands gripping her thighs, mouth moving against hers like she was starving.

“Missed you,” Paige mumbled against her lips, voice low, rough.

Azzi smirked, breath hitching when Paige’s teeth grazed her bottom lip. “I’m right here, baby.”

“I know,” Paige said, already moving lower. “Just been too damn long, that’s all.”*

And she meant it.

Paige had been home for days, weeks even, and still hadn’t touched Azzi the way she wanted to. The way Azzi needed her to. But tonight, that was changing.

Because Paige had a lot to give.

And Azzi was about to take it.

—

The foreplay? Lethal. Paige was all tongue and fingers, working Azzi open until she was begging. Paige had never been one to rush, but tonight? She was thorough. Making sure Azzi felt her, inside and out, making sure she knew who she belonged to.

Azzi was squirming, gasping, nails digging into Paige’s shoulders. “P—fuck, baby, I need—”

“I got you,” Paige whispered against her thigh, kissing the marks she’d already left behind. “Just hold on for me, yeah?”

And then she really got to work. Tongue flicking, fingers curling just right, knowing exactly how to unravel Azzi, to pull those sounds from her that Paige fucking lived for.

By the time Paige pulled out the strap, Azzi was already shaking, already wrecked, but Paige wasn’t done.

She flipped her over, pressed her down into the mattress, and took what was hers. Slow at first, deep strokes, one hand on Azzi’s hip, the other wrapped around her throat, keeping her right where Paige wanted her.

“Fuck—oh my God,” Azzi moaned, fingers gripping the sheets. “P, fuck, fuck—”

Paige leaned down, lips brushing against Azzi’s ear. “That’s right, baby. Take it.”

And Azzi did.

She took it all.

note: heyy🌚. pls dont hate me guys😛

[lokisprettygirl]

Fix You Fix me (Bill Skarsgård! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Au)

Read chapter 4 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 5

Summary : How long will you be able to keep the truth away from Eric? Eric stumbles upon something.

Warning: Fat shaming, body shaming, manipulation, reader lacks bit of a spine, emotional abuse, reader's weight will be mentioned because the fic demands it

Oh god. You couldn't even run even if you wanted to.

Your heartbeat sped as she suddenly got up, taking long strides towards you. The moment she was in your vicinity she gave you a big warm hug as if you both were best friends, you were slightly weirded out by the gesture especially when yesterday she was sending death glare your way for spilling the coffee on her.

“Heyyy y/n ..good to see you here..what are you doing here?” She asked, smiling from ear to ear, her white teeth sparkling, looking at you as if she was surprised that you could afford to be at a place like this. Well you couldn't but that wasn't the point.

“Ummm I'm here with my boyfriend…what are you uhhh doing here?”

The smile on her face was constant, she was definitely overcompensating because you had caught her sucking another man's face.

“Ohh just hanging out with friends” she answered so you hummed in response, you briefly glanced at the unknown man she was kissing just now. Friends? As in plural? No it was just one friend, one man, one whore kissing another man's girlfriend. “Look y/n..girl to girl.. since we are friends now. It's not what it looks like so don't say anything about this to Eric..”

She said to you so you crossed your arms. Girl to girl ? Friends? Sure you had known both of them for barely ten days but your loyalty lied more towards him.

“But you were kissing him” you mumbled sharply, surprised by the firmness in your voice. Why did it bother you that Eric was being cheated on? This was none of your business but it still bothered you a lot.

Maybe it was because underneath all that broodiness he really seemed like a decent guy.

“Yeah so? It's normal in our industry” she answered.

Shameless. Utterly shameless.

Was she really trying to gaslight you?

“Umm I don't think it is” You said to her, making her jaw clench in frustration.

The only reason she came here was because she wanted to stay incognito, it was an exclusive restaurant and only high profile people managed to get in.

She rolled her eyes, finally dropping her act.

“Look, just don't say anything to Eric. I'm not going to lose anything because he loves me and he's not going to believe a random client's words over his girlfriend.. Jesus, I thought we were becoming friends..can't you keep a secret for me?” She asked you, acting as if you were in the wrong that you caught her cheating.

“But if he loves you, why are you kissing other men?” You asked again, wanting to know why she would cheat on Eric. Ofcourse you didn't know him personally, but he was a handsome man and he was always nice to her.

“Look.. that guy over there" She paused as she gestured towards the whore friend of hers “He's a very influential man and he fancies me. I love Eric..i really do but you have no idea what he's like..all he cares about is his gym, his competition and his disab--” she caught her lips before she'd make this worse.

“You know he never takes me out on a date? It's me who has to initiate it.. and even then i have to drag him.. and it's not even fun because he refuses to eat anything that's not boiled chicken and other bland crap he is into..the only thing he truly loves is his body and that gym”

That was still not an excuse to cheat on anyone though. So What if he was passionate about his career and had dreams? Why dont she just break up with him if he wasn't a good boyfriend?

You were going to respond but then Jake approached you both.

“Where have you been?” He asked you before his eyes met with Regina so she gave him a smile.

“You must be the boyfriend..hii..I'm Regina” she brought her hand forward, smiling again from ear to ear, so Jake took her hand on his own and then much to your shock he bent down and kissed the back of her hand. The last time he did that with you was the day he had asked you out.

“Heard a lot of you..I'm Jake Smith..I'm a neurosurgeon” she let out a loud gasp as he said that.

“Oh my god you must be like a genius or something..lucky you y/n” she said to him. Now usually you fumed with jealousy when women who were prettier and hotter than you flirted with him but at the moment Eric being cheated on was the only thing that occupied your thoughts.

The worst part was that she seemed to have no remorse for it, she was instead justifying her actions. Maybe this wasn't her first time.

“Anyways..gotta go guys, hopefully we run into each other again Mr. Smith” she said to him before she pulled you in for a hug again.

“If you want to keep coming to the gym, just don't say anything alright” she whispered in your ear before she gave you a flying kiss.

Was she really threatening you when you had the upper hand in this situation?

Her heels clicked on the fancy marbled floor, you saw as she grabbed her homewrecking interloper's arm and they walked out of the restaurant.

“You see, you should dress up more like her..so classy” You heard Jake's voice so you looked at him briefly in disbelief “Don't worry I'll change your wardrobe..you're so hopeless.. it's cute” he said as he kissed your temple. The insult now sweetened by the affection.

*****

The following day at the gym you couldn't really concentrate on the workout even though Eric was shouting instructions at you. You kept thinking about Regina and her sidepiece.

“Y/N, focus. You’re going to hurt yourself”

You blinked, realizing your grip on the barbell was loose, your form was all wrong.

“Sorry” you muttered, avoiding his eyes.

Eric didn’t say anything for a moment but as you were resting between the set he finally spoke.

“You’re distracted” he said to you as he moved to the barbell to add a small plate on each side.

“Just…a lot on my mind” you said to him so he nodded.

“Want to talk about it?”

Yes. The word was right there on your tongue. But the memory of Regina’s hissed warning rang in your ears. Would he even believe you?

“It’s nothing important”

Eric didn’t press you any further, he wasn't your friend afterall, he just gave a tight nod and went back to guiding you. “Alright. One more set. Focus. Don’t waste your own time”

You tried. You really did. But every time you looked at him, all you could think about was how unaware he seemed. It made your chest ache in a way you weren't expecting.

How would he react when he finds out? You really needed to do something about it, you just didn't know what.

After another set, you grabbed your water bottle and sat down at one of the benches as Eric set up the barbell for another exercise.

“Ummm that day at the restaurant..those guys asked about the prep..what are you prepping for?’

He was unloading plates from the barbell, his arm muscles flexing with every move, he turned his head to look at you, a little surprised by the question.

“A show” he said simply “National physique championship. It's at the end of next month.” your brows crinkled with curiosity as he said that.

“Like… a bodybuilding competition?”

He gave a faint nod, glancing down as he adjusted the screws on the rod.

“Like that..but it's completely natural..so no drug enhancer and steroids” he answered nonchalantly.

“Mmm good I heard those things are bad for you”

“They are”

“Is this your first time?” you asked another question, he didn't know how to feel about this. He wasn't used to talking about himself. There was only one person who took that sort of interest in his life.

“Yeah… I mean, I’ve done a few things here and there but nothing on this level” Eric said, his voice quieter now, more focused “Nationals are... different. Bigger stakes. Tougher competitions. A lot of guys train years just to qualify..and the winning amount.. well it will change my life”

You watched the way his brows furrowed slightly, how serious he seemed about it. He wasn’t just some gym bro showing off for Instagram, this really mattered to him. It made your chest twist again. How could Regina not see this? The way she phrased it last night was as if he was a musclehead neglecting boyfriend who didn't care about her when he was just focused on a goal he had to achieve.

“Well I can't imagine you not qualifying.. you're the most disciplined person i have ever seen” his eyes met with yours, he almost smiled. Almost.

“Okay enough about me. Come back now..you don't pay me to talk about me” he said to you but it was well intended, you groaned but eventually complied.

Later that day after work when you reached home, you still felt guilty, what's the worst that could happen if you tell him the truth? But after what he told you, you couldn't tell him, right? It wasn't just about you losing him as a trainer and losing the gym membership, now that you knew he was preparing for a competition, you couldn't help but fear that this will distract him.

After showering and eating as you laid down in bed, you opened Regina's profile, she had put up a few stories so you opened it,

“Hey guys..get ready with me while I tell you about how this gorgeous set from gymshark was ruined by a jealous woman”

She said and then a picture popped on the screen, the purple jacket, the same jacket she had worn the day you spilled coffee on her.

“Bitccchhh” you gasped out loud as she narrated the whole story and made it seem like you had run purposefully into her. Luckily for you she didn't take any names or you'd have been getting death threats in your dm right about now from her ass kissers.

Everything was clicks and stories with her wasn't it? Did she even care about Eric? It was funny how your view of her had changed so drastically in the past few days. You almost used to idolize her life, now you knew it was all fake.

For a week you sat with the secret but everytime you saw a post where she was flaunting him shamelessly the guilt intensified. But you didn't know how to go about it either.

You had just returned from the evening gym session. Jake was home and the moment you got out of the shower he pulled you in the bed with him.

As he took your top off he looked down at you.

“Don't look like you have been losing anything yet honeybear”

He said with a chuckle as he pinched your stomach between his fingers or more like the fat.

You swatted at his chest, feeling self conscious all of a sudden, there was a smile on his face but his words made your stomach twist a little. You had been trying. Harder than ever, actually. Eating cleaner, cutting back on takeout, dragging yourself to the gym even when every bone ached. But Jake’s words landed wrong—less teasing, more insulting.

“It's been like two weeks” you defended yourself so he chuckled.

“Just saying..if you don't make progress in the next month we will change the trainer..god knows if he's even qualified”

“Ummm he's good actually.. people see results eventually”

He rolled his eyes before he bent down and began kissing you, that's when you felt the familiar churn in your stomach.

“Ummm Jake I think I just got my period” you said as you placed your hands on his chest to pull him away.

“It's okay..you know I don't care-” he whispered in your ear.

“No my stomach hurts.. and it will get worse if I don't take the pill..” he let out a groan of disappointment before he got off you.

“Just great.”

You heard him murmuring as you almost ran into the bathroom to take care of the situation, as you opened the medicine cabinet, you realised you had run out of the medicine.

“Jakey…can you get me the ibuprofen..it's the only one that works for me” he was relaxing on your bed , his phone in his hand, he didn't even look up as he answered.

“Just take anything..a painkiller is a painkiller.. I'd know better im a doctor” your eyes teared as the pain just went from 3 to 4.

“I don't have anything else .. please just get me some”

“You seriously don't have any other painkillers in that cabinet? What the hell do you even keep in there then?”

He got up and put his shirt on, begrudgingly he agreed to go out. You felt bad as he never really got much free time, you wouldn't have asked if it wasn't an emergency.

Your stomach churned again, painfully.

You sat down on the bed and grabbed your phone to text Eric. You didn't think you'd be able to go to the gym tomorrow morning.

You : Won't be able to come tomorrow ..i have cramps :(

You pressed the send button. He responded almost immediately.

Eric : Where?

Men right?

You : ummm period cramps

You texted again.

Eric : ohh

Eric: Rest tomorrow then. Feel better soon.

You : Thank you :)

.....

As half an hour passed, you texted Jake to ask if he was close, you felt as if you'd die, he should have been back by now, he then responded a minute later.

Jake : Got paged, emergency at the hospital..wait it out, it's just cramps..you'll be fine

Your eyes teared up, you knew how important his job was to him but it would have barely taken ten minutes to just drop off the medicine and then leave. But maybe it was a life or death situation and he had to leave immediately.

A minute later the buzzer went off so you got out of the bed and moved to the living room to speak through the intercom

“Hello? Who's there?”

You asked but no response came, maybe someone has pressed it by mistake. You sighed knowing that you'd have to go get it yourself. You pulled on a comfy pajama before taking the elevator below

But when you made it downstairs and opened the front door you saw something on the stoop.

A small paper bag placed neatly outside the door, the kind you’d get from the pharmacy.

You bent down slowly, picked it up, and looked inside.

Ibuprofen.

There was also a note inside the bag.

“For your cramps”

The handwriting didn't match Jake, especially the way the r letter was written, there was a double swirl at the each end of the r, every r was written in the same manner which was unique.

You felt as if you had seen it somewhere, maybe he got his assistant Shane to do it for him.

You smiled as you quickly turned around and went up to your apartment. You couldn't wait a minute longer, the cramp was only getting worse.

Ten minutes later when the medicine finally kicked in you picked up your phone and texted Jake. He was getting late but he made sure the medicine reached you.. Why didn't he just tell you?

You : Thanks :) love you

Jake : Huh?

He responded.

You : For this

You sent him the picture of the pharmacy bag along with the text

Jake : So you found it? Happy now? :)

You : Very sneaky. Why didn't you just tell me?

You asked him but he didn't respond. You figured he got busy with the surgery.

************

Later that night you were relaxing, you had taken a day off from work too tomorrow so you were pretty excited about the off day. Maybe you'd even make it to the gym in the evening.

You had started to enjoy lifting weights and working up a sweat. As you were mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, a text from Eric popped up.

Eric : Uhhh warm bath helps with the cramps

You couldn't help but smile as you typed your response.

You : Thank you. I actually do feel better now. Don't kill me..i know it's not good and all but I took a painkiller..my cramps get really bad.

You responded.

Eric : It's okay. Would rather not have you in pain if it's not from working out.

You sent a laughing emoji before you typed again.

You : Thank you for checking in :) I might come in the evening

Eric : Rest if you need to. You don't have to push so hard. You're doing good already y/n and I don't say that very often so I mean it.

You sat up as you read the message. He was kind of sweet when he wanted to be. And that made you feel guilty again. He didn't even know he was being cheated on.

You : Okay but I can come if I want to?

Eric : Of Course. You can do whatever you want

********

Next day In the evening you walked towards the gym. When you entered, Chance greeted you..

“He's not here today. Did you have a session scheduled?” He asked so you shook your head as you made an entry in the register.

“No I just wanted to do something light..I'll just use the treadmill and stretch” he smiled as you said that “Ummm is Regina here?” you asked him so he sighed.

“No ..thank god” he rolled his eyes.

“Why did you say it like that?” you chuckled.

“Well what can I say? She doesn't deserve him” he mumbled, his tone was one of frustration.

Why did he say that? Did he know something too?

“Why would you say that?” you asked him but then the phone rang so he excused himself. You didn't want to stand there and appear overly curious about the situation so you stepped inside the gym area.

The gym was quieter than usual and you were glad Regina wasn't around either. You finished your forty five minutes walk on the treadmill and then did some basic stretches Eric had been making you do everyday. Once you finished you grabbed your bag and water bottle to head toward the reception area.

But then you paused mid-step as you stared at the whiteboard.

It’s where Eric usually wrote down the workout schedule, mostly his own. You never paid much attention to it but something caught your eyes tonight.

The list was scrawled in thick black marker, sets, reps, the usual but your eyes were stuck on one letter.

The R.

Your breath caught as you made the connection. It couldn't have been a coincidence.

You had never seen anyone writing their R’s in that manner and without fail each time there were two swirls at the bottom just like the note that was in the pharmacy bag..

************

Last Night

Y/n (Personal client) : Thank you :)

After reading your last message Eric put his phone back inside the pocket of his hoodie. The fluorescent lights of the pharmacy flickered faintly above as he stood in the long line. Last week the woman behind the counter had promised a restock of the specific prescription he’d been hunting for days. He had no choice but to get it today before it would get out of stock again.

He shifted his weight, checked his phone again. No new messages from you. 

The chime above the pharmacy door jingled. Eric glanced over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on the man who walked in before he turned his eyes forward again.

He recognised the man really well. He never really forgot a face. It was him.

“Fuck you won't believe the long line here” the man said on the phone to someone “No the other one was closed actually” he sighed. Eric couldn't help but pay attention to the conversation.

“What can I say, she's such a klutz, she expects me to run out in the middle of the night because her stomach hurts. Jesus..I get one day every two weeks and this is how I get to spend it”

Eric turned his head slightly, expression unreadable as always.

His gaze stayed low, but sharp, as the man paced the aisle behind him, still on the call. 

“I swear, man, the things I put up with. She doesn't even do anything all day. Just lying around after her lazy job is done with. And now she wants Ibuprofen specifically. Can’t even take a goddamn aspirin”

Eric’s jaw flexed. It was anger. The way he spoke of you, he recognised that tone really well. Was this how he treated you? Did you know how he spoke of you behind your back? Or How he portrayed you in front of his friends?

Is he the reason you seemed so desperate that night to lose weight? The reason you reduced to tears?

 “Wait, hold on—Dr. Harris is scrubbing in on the Morris case? At our hospital?”

There was a pause, then a change in his tone. "Fuck no ofcourse I'm coming. I can’t miss that..it has been a dream of mine to watch him operate” he paused as the person on the other side spoke. “Nah, she’ll be fine. It's just a period. I’ll just tell her I was paged”

Eric watched as Jake turned on his heel and walked out. Without getting the medicine you had probably asked for. The door swung shut behind him.

Eric stood in line for several minutes, appalled and disgusted. He could’ve easily picked up the medicine and been on his way, it wasn’t like he was the one performing the surgery. And he knew enough about surgeries to know they took hours. Ten minutes wouldn’t have made a difference, especially not when his girlfriend was at home, in pain, waiting for him to come back to her.

As the line cleared in front of him Eric stepped up to the counter and passed his prescription slip.

“Anything else?” the pharmacist asked, bagging up the items he’d come in for.

He glanced over at the shelf nearby, eyes scanning quickly before he found what he was looking for. 

“Can I get a sticky note please?”

He asked the woman so she nodded and offered him the note and the pen,he quickly scribbled down the words and put the note inside the bag.

“For your Cramps”

He already knew where you lived, but not your exact apartment number. On the way over, he called Chance to see if you'd listed it on the registration form and luckily, you had.

He set the bag down on the stoop before pressing the buzzer, hoping you’d find it. The idea of you being in pain bothered him more than he'd like to admit.

***********

Around 9 at night the next day, he was walking back home after closing the gym when he saw something that made him stop in his track.

It was your boyfriend again. Arm in arm with a woman that wasn't you.

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

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[simpgirlsposts]

“Wait…what’s happening right now??”

Synopsis:Part 2 of my brother’s best friend! Since you all enjoyed it, this will follow the latest anime episode. I hope you enjoy!^^ although this is more focus on Sakura and his sister more but as always Suo will have the stage!

The Sakura twins were walking with Suo and Nirei somewhere. Y/n wasn’t sure where they were going, but she was happy just being with her older brother. Ever since Haruka caught a fever, he started acting more weird though in a good way. She didn’t know what sudden change his brother had but perhaps it was Suō’s doing, she doesn’t know. Although, whatever it is, it truly made her seen by her brother.

~Earlier that day~

“Uh…Y/n…” Sakura hesitated watching his sister fold their clothes.

“Nii-Chan?” Y/n perked up, her eyes glowing which made Sakura sigh out. It never gets old to watch his sister’s eyes glow whenever he calls for her even when they were kids.

“…D-D-Do you wanna go with me..and my friends…?” Sakura hesitated his cheeks turning red due to embarrassment. Y/n blink her eyes turning brighter and her ahoge moving as if mirroring her emotions.

“YES!!” Y/n yelled out standing up abruptly.

~~

Which brings them to the current situation, Sakura’s face slightly red and tense as he looked at the trio in-front of him. Suo and Y/n walking infront of him then Nirei who was near him.

‘Wait a second….since when were they close?!’ Sakura’s eyes darted back infront of him, seeing how Y/n and Suo were walking comfortably side by side.

“Sakura-kun…? You looked tense.” Nirei noticed which made Suo and Y/n turn around.

“I’m just miffed out that we were called on the weekend…”

“Oh? You were with Sakura-Chan earlier, perhaps you’re upset that you didn’t get to hangout with your sister?” Suo teased.

“It’s not like that! I just dont like going out at weekends!” Sakura’s face turned red due to embarrassment which made Suo chuckle and Y/n blink.

“I’d be upset too, if I had a sister.” Nirei chimed in imagining what’d it be like to have a younger sibling.

“S-Shut up! And I’m not!”

“Also, Tsubaki-Chan did said he’ll give us a reward for cheering Mr. Ito up! I wonder what we’ll eat…my info book said he loves sweets!”

“Nirei is in top form as always…”

Sakura sighs out, making Nirei look at Sakura and ask what was bothering him.

“Also, I realize you have patches up your face…” Sakura started his voice trailing off for a few seconds.

“Did someone hurt you?”

“N-no! I trip and fell! Right Suo-san?”

“Mhm!”

Y/n blink, observing the way they all casually talk which made her smile.

‘Nii-Chan is surrounded with good people…it makes me happy, I wish I was close with Nii-Chan too.’ Y/n thought smiling ahead of her soon enough they all made their way, following Nirei who was in charge of the direction although stop.

“Is this the right way? We’ve been talking forever, and it’s getting late too.” Sakura sigh out, as Nirei stopped a few steps away from them making the other three stop.

“Yup, ah…now we turn here and then it’s straight ahead.”

“Uh…Nirei-kun are we sure we’re in the right track..?”Y/n blink staring at the huge sig.

“Nirei-kun, are you sure that’s right?” Suo added also staring at the sign, which made Nirei hum as he turned his head to see the huge sign.

KEISEI STREET

“This is the red light street…” Suo sigh out which made Nirei panic.

“…Y/n stay close and don’t stray.” Sakura stated as they made their way in Keisei street, both Nirei and Y/n closely followed Suo and Sakura.

“I-I swear the map says it’s through here!” Nirei shriek out looking around.

“It’s so bright in here.” Y/n chimed in fascination looking around as she held onto her older brother’s jacket.

“It’s the red light, it’s always bright here.” Suo hummed. As they walk in further a girl in a maid costume made her way infront of Sakura offering services which made Sakura turned bright red at the title he was given. Y/n had to push him ahead to keep him walking and Suo simply chuckled as he was offered alcohol.

“Ah no, we’re underage.” Suo politely declined, as they continue on some guy this time went near Y/n and offered a hotel.

“Hey!” Sakura ended up dragging Y/n away while Suo politely declined for her, Nirei ended up hiding in fear and panic. As they made their way, they kept getting offers though most of them were more interested in either hiring Y/n or offering her motels which made Sakura grab her arm and drag her off. As they kept on walking, Nirei stopped them clearly feeling anxious that he probably got the direction wrong, saying that they should just turn back.

“Back?! Screw that!”Sakura hissed out.

“I mean it! High schoolers don’t go to places like this! This isn’t like Furin’s turf at all!” Nirei retaliated back.

“Well yea it’s not like Furin, but that’s because it’s more lit up.” Sakura shrugged out, before turning to walk but ended up being surprised as a girl fell down.

“A WOMAN FELL FROM THE SKY!” Both Nirei and Y/n exclaimed out seeing the girl toppled up Sakura who clearly was taken by surprise and ended up slamming right into her.

“She sure did…” Suo blink, looking up and down.

“Nii-Chan! Are you okay?” Y/n asked looking at her brother in concern as the girl suddenly got up, trying to explain that she was in a rush and stuttering out apologies. The unknown girl trying to pull Sakura up.

“They both seem fine.” Suo sigh out watching the whole scene unfold infront of his eye.

“You seem to be hurt yourself, your dressed is ripped.” Suo pointed out.

“Oh! Im also bleeding…ah! My necklace is also gone…but where..??”

“Uh, onee-san, you kinda fell into my brother. Could you tell us why you’re such in a hurry?” Y/n asked, which made the girl remember that she was in a hurry and was about to run off before some guy suddenly decided to block her way, saying stuff about bringing in one woman and not getting paid enough.

“Suo…these guys…” Nirei whispered.

“We don’t even have to guess, they were clearly chasing her.” Suo stated, seeing how they clearly have no way out as they were surrounded.

“Who’re they? Your friends?”

“N-no…they’re…”

“And if we are?” Sakura cut in, grabbing his sister’s wrist to gently tugged her towards Suo.

“N-nii-Chan…” Y/n murmured watching Sakura walk up near the woman.

“Sakura-Chan, don’t stray away from me.” Suo firmly said, grabbing Y/n’s wrist, she looked hesitant watching her brother taunt the man.

“B-but…”

“You’re his sister, surely have some faith in your brother? You should be more well aware he’s strong enough.” Suo smiled which made nod, letting Suo tugged her gently towards him.

“Say we are her friends. Then what?” Sakura taunted, glaring at the man who clearly was pissed.

“This kid doesn’t know his manners huh…and look at that, there’s another girl.” The guy scoffed out making the unknown woman flinch.

“S-she’s just a kid…” The woman tried to defend, Suo’s eyes narrowed while Nirei gulped down.

“Any other day, I’d lay you flat, but I ain’t got no time. Give us the girl or else.” The man stated out, holding out his hand for compliance.

“I-I’ll go…so please don’t cause a scene or fight..” The woman resigned, about to walk towards the man until Nirei grabbed onto the girls arm stopping her and shaking his head in disagreement, and Suo put a hand onto the woman’s shoulder for assurance.

“My brother’s strong…” Y/n added up as assurance to the woman.

“Or else what? You got this many guys chasing one beat-up woman. So or else or what? Spit it out.” Sakura glared daggers, a dangerous glint in his eyes that said he won’t hesitate.

“Every single person we meet costs us time. I ain’t getting paid enough for this!” The guy cracked up clearly angry and annoyed, Sakura got into a stance.

“Suo, you stick by Nirei and the girls.” Sakura instructed out about to go and fight.

“U-uhm…I-I’m fine…I can take care of myself…” Nirei said.

“I’ll stick with the girls…!” Nirei added out, making Sakura surprise yet unsure.

“Sakura-kun…you heard Nire, let’s trust him instead okay? I’ll back him up, and our priority right now is to protect the girls.” Suo assured which made Sakura slightly surprise as if remembering something which made him nod.

“Alright…Take care of them..Nirei.” Sakura instructed making Nirei hype up.

“Quit your mumbling! I said I ain’t got no time! You all are wasting my time! I don’t get paid enough for this!! So I’ll just take the other girl too in compensation!” The man gruff out in anger as the guys rush in, Sakura rushing in as he always does, Suo gracefully walking as he was surrounded.

“Stupid punks, that’s my sister you’re talking about.” Sakura huffed, punching the two guys in the face.

“Like hell I’d give you my sister.” Sakura mumbled to himself.

“Sakura-Chan truly is cute. Sadly, I can’t let you near her.” Suo hummed, as he gracefully flipped every guy trying to attack him, he was graceful and barely got touch. The fight began, Sakura with his usually punch and kick, although one got through him running straight to Nirei. Making Sakura’s eyes widen in horror.

‘CRAP!’

“N-Nirei..!” Y/n panic although as Suo called out for Nirei giving out some kind of signal, Nirei suddenly got down tripping the guy at him. Making Y/n smile as she jump in excitement, cheering Nirei on.

“G-GET UP NIREI-KUN!!” Y/n stopped as she yelled out seeing a guy about to kick Nirei. Although, Suo was already there throwing the guy away saying that Nirei was still in training. As Sakura and Suo wipe out the group of guys, Sakura came face to face with what he assumed the leader which is.

“Hey, you said you’ll grab my sister as compensation right?” Sakura glared, making the guy hissed.

“I dunno why guys hover around her like moths…although for some reason, it really pisses me off especially when they’re grown ass men.” Sakura stated before throwing punches and kicks at the guy, knocking him out.

Sui and Sakura walked towards the three, talking as Y/n made a fuss if they were alright.

“How cute, Sakura-Chan worried about me too.” Suo smiled out, as Y/n turned slightly pink.

“O-of course..! I-I’ve never seen anyone fight like that before…” Y/n said, her eyes glowing making Suo chuckle.

“Is that so? Then do stick closer to me, so you can have a front seat whenever I fight.”

“E-Eh…?”

“Sakura-Chan, you make cute expressions it’s very charming.” Suo teased making Y/n hide her face using her hair.

“S-suo-kun! You’re teasing me!”

“I beg to differ, I simply imply the truth on what I see.” Suo chuckled, and as he did the other three including Sakura stared at the duo.

‘Eh…?EEEEEEHHHHH????? WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!’ Sakura thought in horror watching Suo and Y/n. Although that all stop when he notice some guy running immediately pushing Nirei out of the way, Suo gently pushed Y/n to the side.

“Nii-Chan! Suo-Kun!”

“We’re alright. Right Sakura-kun?” Suo assured watching as the man suddenly got angry. After the whole misunderstanding they learned the woman’s name is Shizuka and the guy was Kanji. They knew Tsubaki and decided to lead them there.

“S-Suo-kun, I’m not familiar with your fighting style but uh…is it similar to Kung-fu?” Y/n asked making Suo hummed.

“Perhaps you could say that, are you interested in fighting Sakura-Chan?”

“N-Not really…my hands are soft and I can’t really punch anyone.” Y/n stated showing her hand to which Suo hummed before gently putting his hand against her to compare their hand.

“It is soft.” Suo smiled making Y/n’s cheeks turn red.

“Y-yea…” Y/n was about to pull away but Suo ended up intertwining their fingers making Y/n’s face more red.

“S-SUO-KUN???”

“Despite being Sakura-kun’s sister your hands seem like it never gotten hurt or does any work.”

“W-Well! Nii-Chan usually does most I just do smaller task…!”

Sakura on the other hand watched his sister and Suo, seeing their intertwining hand he didn’t turn red Infact his eyebrow twitch.

‘For some reason watching them is making me pissed off with Suo.’

“Sakura-Chan, I wanna hold your hand it’s so soft.”

“EEEEH??? B-B-But!”

“Hahahaha, your cheeks are bright red it’s adorable.” Suo smiled making y/n stutter out as she pulled her hand away from him in full force.

‘What….WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!!’

Sakura ended up walking between the two, his eyes twitching meanwhile, Nirei was talking to Kanji asking about him and his members, Kanji happily answered.

“Nii-Chan?”

“When did you two become so close?”

“Oh? Sakura-kun, are you being overprotective right now?”

“N-No! It’s weird! Don’t hold my sister’s hand! It’s weird!” Sakura turned red in embarrassment as he hissed at Suo who smiled and laugh.

“N-Nii-Chan!” Y/n hid her face behind her hands as she turned red from embarrassment.

[twopoppies]

hi! I’m not a Larry but I was thinking that the LZ relationship was fake until yesterday. I wasn’t completely convinced she was even there until yesterday. The reasons I thought it was fake:

L did that pap walk w/ a girl a while back, so I figured he wasn’t against these sorts of things, and since that one failed so badly I figured this one would be more elaborate

the dailymail/mirror photos all looked kinda fake/awkward/staged, he’s never seen anywhere but then they found him at the grocery store

the article that came out about fan speculation before they were spotted out together (and the quote from Reddit saying that they saw rumors saying he was dating her when literally NOBODY was saying that)

inconstancies in other articles

weird spam bots I saw on tiktok when after the electric brixton show. (Some TikTok’s were saying that he kept “looking to the balcony” and then there were random accounts who weren’t at that show saying he was looking at Zara? This was only after he followed her and nothing else?)

he hates love island???

he’s been very verbal about his new album upcoming shows/projects and might be doing this for publicity

They posted a concert story together and went public, were seen on a date together, but for whatever reason he didn’t take her to Coachella???

she’s a whole media/journalism expert, so she knows what she’s doing and can make this look real

As a non-Larry, I thought maybe he might be doing this to dissolve Larry speculation while promoting his new stuff, also she gets publicity and has a lot of projects coming up

i saw an anon (idk from what account here on tumblr) that said they knew about this trip in advance (obviously could’ve been fake)

there was an account on Twitter that I follow that warned her followers in advance that this was gonna happen (also could’ve been fake)

But omg, yesterday made me think maybe these were all just coincidences! I guess this might be real after all? Cuz as a non-larry I believe that Eleanor, Danielle, Bri, Freddy, all them were real. I obviously know the blonde girl from last time was fake and I thought this one was fake too? Maybe not? The only weird coincidences I can see now are:

The 2 girls that were posting about him yesterday were HUGE one direction fans and both frequent concertgoers. If they were such fans why did they take pictures/videos without his consent. One girl took a video with L and Z in the background and I saw L look at the camera. The other girl took a picture of them sitting/eating breakfast together. Like specifically to prove that they were together?? Seems disrespectful, especially for someone who is such a fan?

both of those accounts were VERY VERY vocal (responding to comments, replying to tweets, etc) saying things like “they were so cute/happy, etc” and trying to shut down any Larry stuff. Almost like they were told to?

the tumblr anon that I mentioned before (#11) said that they were going on a tropical getaway and the predicted them getting spotted at a night club, which is exactly what happened, so maybe they knew what they were talking about?

are there no larries in Costa Rica lol?

however, these may all just be in my head. I sorta dont like this girl because of the political stuff I’ve heard about her, not sure if it’s true tho. Plus with the whole ridiculous cheating thing, she just doesn’t seem right for her but then again that’s just my silly opinion. Is there anything else that I’m missing? Any other anons or proofs? I didn’t want to say any of this on Twitter cuz my oomfs are raging antis and I don’t want them to hate me 😭😭

I think the best way to look at this stuff is to remove Larry from the equation. It really has nothing to do with that. It’s just incredibly obvious that it’s fake. Even if I believed Louis was into women, he would never want to have such a public relationship and have it splashed all over the tabloids.

I don’t know how to prove something that is so over the top obvious to me. @daisiesonafield-blog has a post on her blog about how to spot a PR relationship. Maybe scroll through that because this one just ticks all the boxes.

[orangepeelknives]

Hear me out, for all that it looks like will left bc and the boys because he just plain wanted to move up to the big leagues, I think part of it was that he felt he had to. His team got the first overall draft pick after picking him, and they got macklin who will has known from across the ice for years.

I think will knew macklin wasn't going to wait to head to the nhl and he didn't want to get left in the dust, forgotten even as a 4th overall pick bc what's a 4th overall when your team has the 1OA?

I think will probably would have loved to stay with Gabe and Ryan another year, that freshman line hit too good, those are his best friends, but I think he knew if he was going to compete and prove he was worth the pick, he needed to leave before the world got over having him with Macklin now in the spotlight.

And it turned out better than he pictured, he's still kind of a second fiddle to mack sure, catered to playing on his wing instead of at center where he played his whole life, still kind of being shadowed when they're in public and mack gets recognized but he doesn't, but hes making the best of it, going along with it, because mack was willing to share the spotlight, talks will up any chance he gets, very clearly adores will which maybe subconsciously is what will needed to know he would have the most when he left his guys at bc.

Maybe their two personalities really did just fit so well together immediately and it did work out in the end, but I think it all started because will felt he needed to stay relevant.

yes anon i am picking up what you are putting down and i agree!!

also from a development standpoint, will could not get any better from another season in boston imho. he was already one of the best, and maybe he wouldve been THE best, but it would be a glory thing and a title thing, not the thing that's best for his dev. he needed to be challenged more and to be able to identify his weak spots.

and that BC line was magic, but its bc they knew each others games vvvv intimitely. gabe and leno could make up for wills weak spots and vice versa. another season of that and the habits would be even harder to break, its been a full nhl season and at worlds we can stillll see him fall back on bad habits that were okay in college with leno and gabe fighting his battles and being puck retrievers, but dont fly now at a higher level. will's game needs to be more quickly adaptable, more defensive, more well rounded, faster, ect, and he wouldve hit a ceiling at BC methinks.

also, completely agree w the mack stuff. now that hes spent a season developing w mack, theyre each others go to guys. future face of the franchise macklin celebrini who will likely be saddled w the burden of captaincy at some point! and his guy is WSH! theyre being looked at as a duo, and mack's game certainly elevates will's! he def does play second fiddle to mack a little, but imagine how much worse it would be coming in now, missing all that development, not being part of that narrative at all. and will is a group guy, will is a passer, and mack continuously hypes will up at every opportunity. i honestly think he isnt that bothered with the shadow, at this point in his career. or else he wouldve attempted to put some space between their images instead of gettinh more and more freakish abt eo at every given opportunity!!

[ava-starrs-girlfriend]

Calm Before the Storm

Werewolf!Bob/Reader

Summary: After a second Ava-sourced revelation, almost two weeks pass and the days are full of learning, training, and bonding. After some one-on-one time with Bucky, Lena, and Bob, you decide what's next.

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Reader has a few sips. Brief descriptions of childhood abuse (vague but implied physical and mental/emotional).

A/N: I didn't even get to everything I wanted to in this chapter and I STILL wrote 7k words. Cheers for me!!! I also went back and re-read chapters 1-3 and made a couple grammar, wording, or spelling updates. Finally, you can now find these fics and my first one, Corner Store Sock Aisle Angel, linked in my pinned! Ok, now for the chapter :)

Previous part

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Since you didn't know Ava well, you didnt think anyone could blame you for starting to believe she had awful timing or no delicate sense of putting things.

You had an idea, too, of what your magic might be related to. Now that it was a less mystifying concept to you that something was different about you, it became easier to put things together.

But what it *meant*? What did *that* mean?

You set the plate down on top of the others. And you asked her.

"What do you mean, what it means?"

With that, she grabbed your arm and the light and sounds of the water running and Bob's scrubbing warped. Your stomach felt like it was literally twisting.

What must have been only a second later, but felt like ages, somehow, you were somewhere... completely different.

And you were about to get a crash course in witchcraft.

~*~

The first experience of Ava's shadow-walking was awful, and so were the next few times, but the teleportation was handy. And she learned to warn you but never really asked before warping you away from wherever you happened to be.

You learned that Ava was mostly just excited to have another witch to talk to, to share with. It seemed an important part of witchcraft, to share magic with someone, even if they practiced a different kind to you.

Really, you learned a lot over the next few days, about witchcraft and magic.

You were, as Ava did finally have some elegance of putting, a witch of storms.

Apparently, in addition, that meant that you were the best equipped, outside of Oracles, to tell the future and receive visions of it.

"And Oracles are... witches."

"They cover a multitude of si- subjects, subjects," Alex nodded. He lifted his fists, and beckoned you to try again.

In addition to your lessons with Ava, Alex and Lena insisted you also know how to defend yourself, if things ever came up so that your magic ability was blocked.

Mostly it meant you landing flat on your ass on the mulch floor of a sparring ring. There was a clearing past the garage, where there were archery targets, old punching bags hanging from beams that were stronger than they looked, and crates that you'd only gotten to peak into.

This attempt, you were able to land a blow to Alex's stomach, but he didnt flinch before lifting you back and dropping you so that once again your view was the cloudy sky.

"You're takin' a risk," you muttered.

"I dont see any risk, do you, Lena?" Alex asked.

Lena released the bolt from her crossbow, aimed at the archery target. She nodded as you heard the thud even from your place on the ground.

"No risk anywhere," she said casually.

You sighed.

"Maybe- maybe I could at least try against her, for once?" You asked, sitting up and barely brushing yourself off this time. You knew you'd probably land right back in the dirt.

Lena laughed, but put down her crossbow and shrugged off the light hoodie she was wearing, revealing a tank top underneath. Her arms were more muscular than you expected. Maybe you should have stuck with Alex.

"Sure, maybe that will help."

Too late.

The sarcasm rolled through her words, but Alex helped you up and patted your back. "Fight rough," he muttered, surprisingly close. And it wasnt in Russian, which you had learned he and Lena spoke, nor was it English.

It was the language Ava now knew you had grown up hearing from your grandmother, the language that witches taught each other.

Lena frowned, but didnt linger on the moment.

Maybe Alex was right. It would be nice to finally land something.

You'd seen Lena and Ava fight, when you'd complained to Alex that Ava didnt have to spar.

Bob had spoken up, then. "We all get our asses handed to us. Alex is right, you need to know this. Learning means more practice."

Before you could think about how it felt, to have Bob be a little bossy, Lena was moving her feet.

But so did you. You dodged her first blow, but her other hand got your shoulder.

You groaned and wanted to drop your knee, and give up.

Or maybe you could drop your knee and lift Lena up like Alex had lifted you.

You tried it, dropping quickly and, in the moment Lena inhaled to laugh, you pushed your shoulder up into her stomach, hand on her hip and her waist, grunting as you lifted her into the air.

A little breeze flowed along your arms. It was reassurance, confidence. This was right. Lena left your hands, flying in the air away from you.

This time, it was Lena who landed with a thud in the mulch.

You rubbed your shoulder, but felt the breeze again on your neck.

'Nice,' you thought, helping Lena up.

"That was very cool," she said and grinned. "Well done! Now, again."

"Again?"

"Repeat it, yes, if you can." She affirmed. "Fear not the man who has tried a thousand kicks once, but the man who's done one kick a thousand times." She slapped your shoulder, the one she'd hit, and gave you a thumbs up before getting back into her starting position.

You were going to hurt tomorrow.

~*~

"Do you have any plans tonight?" Bucky asked you after dinner.

You'd been at the cabin just over a week now. Long forgotten was the idea that Lena (or, technically, Yelena, apparently) implied that you'd only be with them for a night.

After that first weekend, you sent an email to your boss asking for some time off for a family circumstance. While you didnt know if you'd quite go back to that life from before, it was worth at least trying to give a heads up.

But every day, the life you led before seemed miles and miles farther away. You didnt quite understand how this place was run- how Bob owned the property, or paid the bills, or how Alex and Lena brought back groceries- but it was working.

And for the first time since your Grandmother had passed, you felt like you had family again. Even though you arrived as a stranger, this place was... beginning to be home.

Would you stay?

"Not beside a shower," you told him as you handed him a washed bowl to dry. "Why?"

He shrugged. "You've gotten time with everyone else. Figured you might... have questions for me."

You hadnt gotten as much time with Bob as you had wanted, usuay ending up in the workshop or in the training grounds, but every spare moment when you didnt have anything to do, you had tried to find him. Usually you could.

But you did have questions for Bucky, too. About himself, and about vamprisim. Whenever you'd asked any of the others, they would hesitate and suggest you ask Bucky.

Bucky had a sort or presence, though, that didnt make you seek him out.

He was always watching the training you did with Lena and Alex, and he was somehow always finding excuses to drop in on you and Ava in the workshop.

The cold stillness around him felt wrong.

You had, at this point, begun to better feel the air currents around you. Like you couldnt help but notice now, continuously surprised you never noticed before. The pressure change before storms- manufactured or natural. Where the wind would turn.

Like feeling a breeze, a coldfront, before you could see it.

So not being able to feel anything of that around Bucky was... weird.

"I have a few."

"You too tired to stay up for a bit?" He glanced at you, and there was something in his voice that was almost alluring.

"A bit, huh."

He shrugged.

Once you'd finished putting all the clean dishes away, he gestured toward the glass wall's door and you led the way through it.

"Im thinking a little off-roading," Bucky said once you were outside. He stretched a little in the dusky light.

"You mean on one of the trails?"

"That wouldnt be very "off"-road-y," he said.

"Oh. Um, well, i should get my other shoes, then," you said, and gestured to your sandals.

"I'll wait," he said, and leaned against the railing, his hip against the top of it. He crossed his arms as he watched you walk away, toward your cabin.

His gaze was very distinct. Sometimes it still made you shiver.

You emerged from your cabin a moment later, with more proper attire for what you expected.

"Jeez, we're not bouldering," he said, rolling his eyes at you.

You'd changed into your sturdiest pair of leggings, your hiking boots, and a hooded jacket over a tanktop. You shrugged. "Maybe share a little more in your communication, dude."

Bucky looked you over once more and then turned, gesturing for you to follow. "C'mon."

There was a feeling in your gut that maybe you shouldnt be alone with him. He hadnt threatened you, even indirectly, since that first moment you'd met him a week ago.

But just as much as Bob was a werewolf, Bucky was something other-human, too. All of these people were still unfamiliar territory. All of them could still pull surprises out at you.

So you had a guard up.

Just in case.

Entering the woods made the sun's warmth almost immediately disappear, or maybe it was that you were walking closer to Bucky in order not to lose him in the shadows of the trees. You didnt know what kind of powers he had as a vampire, if any.

You *had* seen him standing shirtless in broad daylight, only wearing sunglasses and shorts as he carried groceries inside a couple days ago. So he didnt burn in the classic way.

"You know, you can ask, whatever you want, now," Bucky said ahead of you.

"Why'd you take me out here to chat?" Was your first question.

He glanced back at you and then off to the distance, slowing his paces.

"It's become my element, i guess," he said. "Like Ava's is her workshop and the hunters' is their clearing."

"So you grew up in a place like this?"

He laughed. "Hell no. No, i grew up in a city."

"Which one?"

"New York," he said after a moment. Like he wasn't sure if he should tell you.

"Oh, fun," you said, stepping over a log, ignoring the hand he held out for you to take for balance. "You ever been back?"

"Yeah," he said, but this time it was layered in annoyance. "Yeah. Family events."

"Your family's alive?"

He glanced at you again, uncertain. Then, "My vampire lineage family."

"Oh."

He shrugged. "Can't quite ever get out of blood family."

"I mean, if theyre all dead, you can," you said, and chuckled to yourself.

"What?"

"Vampires are dead."

He stopped and squinted at you.

"Arent they?" You asked as you stopped next to him.

He sighed.

"You dont breathe, you dont eat, you most definitely consume blood," you counted off your fingers. "You dont burn in the sunlight, at least not in any way i noticed, but you're definitely fast and strong."

He didnt comment.

"I imagine you either dont see me as a threat or wouldnt be any more harmed by a sharp stick to the chest like a normal person would be," you gestured to the various sticks littering the ground around you. "So... Can you turn into a bat?"

"Thats your first question?"

"It's, like, my seventh," you looked up as you tried to recall your conversation, ticking off the questions you could remember on your fingers. When you looked at the vampire again, he looked confused. "What?"

"You asked about me."

Now you were confused. You put a hand on your hip. "Yeah? Because we're bonding, dude. Cant bond without knowing each other a little. Ive been assuming a lot about you, sure, but more related to what the- what media says about vampires. You're a guy first. With history. I'm curious about all of it, i guess, but I can learn about vampire stuff from any vampire, if i ever meet another. I cant meet another you."

He shifted his weight, looking to the ground.

"You did avoid the "Can you turn into a bat" question though."

"What kind of bat are you expecting?"

"I dunno. A... brown... one?"

He smirked, and he seemed to be back to the guy you were more familiar with, sitting at the supper table. "Very precise."

"I'll have you know I'm not a wildlife expert, ok?"

Bucky hummed and returned to forging the way for you.

As you followed, you decided to ask something else. "Alright, how can you not burn in the daylight?"

~*~

The shower water ran over your body, cleaning off the day's sweat and dirt. You'd worked hard.

After days of practice, you'd been able to be consistent with a few moves against Lena and Alex, and practiced overturning their various defences.

You hadnt felt stronger in your life. More confident in your control of your body.

And you'd made progress with Ava, keeping up with her trivia and impressing her with your handle on your witchcraft.

The steam covered the bathroom mirror as you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you. You reached forward and cleared off the condensation on the glass, and almost dropped your towel as you stumbled back.

It wasn't you in the reflection of the mirror. It was stranger. A man.

He was tall, with red hair. A blue uniform outfit, with a few red stripes crossing his chest horizontally. He wore gloves on his hands and his eyes were... they were very blue.

He stared at you.

You stared back.

"Guard yourself," he said, as you reached forward to wipe the condensation again. "Guard yourself."

And he disappeared, leaving your shocked face in the mirror.

You wanted to cover the mirror with a towel, but didnt have a spare, so you changed into your pajamas in the shower stall, away from the view of the mirror.

"That was creepy," you muttered to yourself as you checked your locks on the windows and doors of the cabin. "And from what? Like, ok, way to be vague as hell??"

You tried to settle in on the couch and read the collection of tales Alex had suggested, but the hair on the back of your neck would not go down; the goosebumps on your arms firmly raised.

Ava had begun to teach you about reaching out toward her, but more the what and not how.

You needed reassurance, though. You needed answers.

You didnt really want to open your cabin door... but Bob was just next door.

You threw on a clean hoodie and your sandals and opened your door, locking it behind you, your key in your pocket with your phone.

You hurried over to Bob's cabin and knocked on his door. A moment later, the door was open, warm light shining out, comfortable air settling around you like armor.

"Yeah?" He asked, tired, opening it to you. He sniffed.

You'd begun to get used to that.

Bob's eyes widened and suddenly he was alert and awake. He pulled you in to his cabin and locked the door. "Are you ok??"

"Im- im fine, just-"

"You saw something."

"How'd you know?"

"You smell really scared."

"I-!" You sighed. "Im not *reeeally* scared," you said and plopped down on his couch. "Just. A little unsettled, or whatever."

"Sure," he said, unconvinced, and sat at the other end of the couch, one knee pulled up to his chest, the other hanging over the edge of the couch cushion. He put his hands on his calf. "Whats up?"

Suddenly you felt incredibly foolish. It had probably just been nothing, or a vision that you didnt know how to handle yet. Now you'd bothered Bob, who... well, you werent sure what he was in the middle of, but he had to have been in the middle of something. A laptop was slightly open on his coffee table, and an empty beer bottle on the side table.

"You know... it was probably nothing," you began to get up.

He reached across the couch, hand on your wrist. He looked you straight in the eye. "It wasnt nothing."

"What, do you have visions too?" You rolled your eyes, trying to make it lighthearted.

"Scents are good enough for me," he said, letting go of you and settling back just as quickly as he'd moved forward. "I just... i can tell."

"How?"

He shifted, fidgeting with his hands. "The- you smelled different."

"I just showered."

"Beside that."

"I... was a little scared?"

"Other than that."

"What else could there be?"

"You saw something, it, um. Lingered."

You sat up straight as if he'd just told you there was a spider in your hair.

He leaned forward and waved his hand. "It's not a presence, or anything! You're good."

"Can you just say what you mean?"

Bob looked anywhere but you.

You remembered back to the first conversation you'd seen between Bucky and Bob. That Bucky had brought a threat to the cabin. Bob didnt seem to be one to hold grudges for long, so you guessed now that it was recent. Maybe not as recent as the last person to have been in your cabin, but still recent enough to make him hesitant.

"The guy i saw. You know him."

He scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah."

"You could smell him??"

"Yep."

You leaned back into the corner of the couch. "Huh. Wild."

He looked up, his face unsure if it wanted to smile or frown. "Wild?"

"I really do love learning something new every day," you tried to explain. "Hey, but, I'm ok, obviously. So its no big deal, right?"

"The only way he would have had any presence here was if he- was if it was an oracle."

"But im not an oracle."

"No."

"Then how...?"

He sighed. "He forced one to make contact with you."

"Thats a thing??"

"Anything can be used against anyone's will," Bob said, like he'd experienced it. "Look. It really is something we should probably leave until the morning to discuss with the others." He got up from the couch, closing his laptop and going to the stairs.

"So... goodnight?"

"No," he shook his head. "Wait there."

You waited. You didnt know what else to do.

He came back down from the bedroom up in the loft with a blanket and a pillow.

"I'm gonna crash on your couch."

"You- you dont have to," you said, rising from your seat. "I promise, im ok."

"Ok, but i sleep really deeply and you wont be able to get me to open my door if you decide you need company."

You looked at him, holding his blanked and pillow, fully prepared for an unplanned sleepover.

You thought about having him in your cabin. You didnt know if there were any sort of side effects to the oracle thing.

"It... might be a good idea if you come with, i think," you said slowly. "Just in case."

He nodded and followed you to the door, turning off the lights and locking the closed door behind you as you stepped back out into the night.

"Ok?" He asked.

You nodded and he followed you to your cabin, entering with you and waiting for permission to get settled on the couch.

"Let me just..." you cleared off the cushions, holding a couple books and a potato chip bag. You brushed off any crumbs. "Sorry..."

"No worries," he said easily as you put the books away on their shelves and the chips in the kitchenette/storage area.

When you came back out to the front room, he was setting down his pillow and fluffing it.

"Thanks," you said. "For, um. Answering your door."

"Always," he said, glancing over at you. You hadnt needed him to before, but you knew he would keep the promise if that ever changed.

Once he was settled, you checked the door to make sure it was locked, and turned off the lights.

"Goodnight, Bob," you said as you went to the stairs.

"Goodnight," he answered, and yawned.

As you got into bed, you realized you felt safer with him so close by. You turned off the lamp on your bedside table and pulled up the blankets, settling in. A thought of him being even closer than downstairs crossed your mind, but you were yawning and closing your eyes before you could process it.

At least you hoped.

For a little while, you were caught up in thinking about the training you'd been learning, both magic and physical. The joke Lena had said that now you finally had a comeback for. The nice shower cleaning off todays dirt.

And then... the mirror. The man.

For the first time since you'd arrived, you couldnt sleep. You tossed and turned, sighing when nothing felt right. Even with your bones feeling heavy and tired, your mind wouldnt quiet enough to let you relax.

And since you were awake, you got thirsty.

You waited as long as you could. But, like when its too cold or too hot to sleep, you just couldnt ignore it.

As quietly as you could, you got out of your bed and nearly tip-toed down the stairs, keeping an eye on the couch.

You got a glass of water from the sink in the kitchenette, the need finally relieved.

Then you had to use the bathroom, because you might as well.

You refilled the glass to take upstairs, and when you stepped into the hallway, you saw Bob sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Haven't gotten to sleep yet," you shrugged. "I'm, um, gonna try again, though."

"Good," he smiled.

You really wanted to run your fingers through his messy hair. It was a thought you had often, but his hair was particularly messy right then.

You turned away to avoid reaching out and bothering him.

But before you could go up two steps, you stopped.

You closed your eyes and for a split second, you tried to envision the future of this moment.

On the one path, you went to bed again. You wouldnt sleep well.

On another, you stayed downstairs and just... talked with Bob. You couldnt see far enough to tell if you eventually went back to bed, but the warmth of that path was far nicer than the dark stillness upstairs.

"Do you mind if i-" you turned to look at him, and he smiled, gesturing to the couch.

"Sure."

You walked to the couch, waited until he moved the blanket, and sat.

And then he waited for you. You stared at the glass in your hands, unsure of where to start.

He turned and reached behind himself, reaching for the lamp on the end table. He pulled the string and then there was a new, warm light in the room.

"May as well," he shrugged, turning back to you.

You nodded, and your gaze returned to the glass in your hands. Your feet were still on the floor, as if you werent allowed to get comfortable.

He leaned forward. "Hey, can i tell you a dumb story?"

You repeated something Lena had said earlier in the week. "You've probably got plenty of those."

He chuckled and raised his hands. "Sure do."

His break of your tension released a breath you'd been holding. "I'd like to hear it, though."

"Great," he shifted so his back was against the back cushion of the couch.

You didnt want to let go of the glass quite yet, still needing something in your hands.

He lifted the edge of his blanket, inviting you into comfort.

You took it. You crossed your legs to sit next to him, knee almost touching his leg.

"I was sixteen," he started.

"So, last year?"

He laughed, like he'd never heard it before. "Right, of course. Anyway, when I was sixteen, i was with this group of losers, 'cause thats what we were. I'd run away from my family, feeling, you know, unappreciated, or whatever. And there was this girl."

"Ooo," you teased.

"She was cute! Being sixteen, and thinking, hey, i'm forging my life, right? Im the coolest. I can impress her, easy." He scoffed. "Well, she wanted this dress from this place we'd walked by earlier. And of course, none of us had money, and we all teased her for even admiring something like that. It was... it looked like a lot of what we'd all left behind." His gaze was far away, smiling as he remembered. He looked at you, then. Pulling himself back to the moment of now. "Guess what i did."

"You... made something similar for her?"

"No," he shook his head. "I stole it."

For some reason, you'd formed an idea of Bob as a rule-follower. Maybe it was his even, steady mood that you'd gotten familiar with, or his reserved additions to conversation. But he was in charge, too. He was a planner. He knew best out of everyone what the rules were- he'd made them- and how to break them.

"Did you get caught?"

"Of course not."

"Really?"

"Really. I got the dress for her, and gave it to her. Didnt do super well with the delivery, though, because she, uh..." he scratched the back of his neck. "She thought someone else did it."

"No glory, huh."

"Nope. She started going out with the guy who claimed he'd done it, and even when I asked him how he did it, he made it so much more dramatic that I just... gave up about it." He sighed, thinking about the memory.

"What happened to the group?"

"We disbanded a couple weeks later. Turned out that most of them actually wanted to complete a high-school education, and their parents were far richer than they'd let on."

Caught up in his story, you asked, "What'd you do?"

He shifted again, shoulders carefully lowering and back straightening.

"You dont have to talk about it, if you dont want to," you said, leaning back, away from pressuring him.

"I went back to my family. Which at this point, was my pack. I mean, they-" he cleared his throat, eyes far from yours. "So i wouldnt leave again, that's when I became a werewolf."

"Oh. I... guess i thought you were turned... earlier than that." You didnt elaborate on when.

He shrugged, picking at fuzz on the blanket. "They were the ones who took me in in the first place. My dad," he laughed. "My dad left me for dead at a campground on a full moon. I was maybe five?"

"Damn."

"Yeah," he said, and sighed. "So i knew the wolf pack for a while. There were just as bad as my dad, though."

"You dont have to tell me this, Bob," you reached out, finally, putting your hand on his forearm. "I mean, really, if its not a good memory-"

"Pasts are good and bad, though, arent they?" He met your eyes. "I've got no intention of leaving this place, this family. And you know you're welcome to stay, too. So you're a part of that. And i dont share now, then i'll share another time."

"Another time is ok, if you want?"

"I need you to know now, though," his voice was pained. "I'm- I'm a sharing guy. I w- I want you to know. So you can decide. Stay or go."

It was more than just this moment of his vulnerability.

You'd been getting plenty of time getting to know the others, hell, even Bucky, who's whole vibe freaked you out. You knew some of Alex's past, and some of Lena's, although she shared hers over a couple glasses of wine. Ava shared her story as she shared her knowledge with you, carefully and with reverence, but with full honesty.

This was important for Bob to share, too. So you knew who you were choosing to stay with.

He had your full attention as you set the glass on the coffee table. "Ok." You folded your hands in your lap.

He took a moment to decide where exactly to start. "They were family, the wolf pack. I believed that my dad would be even worse to me if I ever ran away from them, like, really ran away. So they did a lot of things. And since I was human, i could do things they couldnt. And I couldnt do things, like defend myself, when they hurt me. It was... not great."

You nodded.

"So when I came back, after that Summer of learning to, i guess, be my own person, instead of being their punching bag, well, I wanted things to change," he winced as he recalled something. "Dumb idea."

You wanted to interupt and call him brave instead. For standing up for himself, even if he went back to a dangerous place, it was all he had. Teenage years are tough.

"Probably the worst month of my life. And when it was finally the full moon... they took me with them."

He was doing well in staying steady with his retelling, but this is where his voice shook.

"First time's always the worst," he said. "I wish i didnt remember all of it as well as I do."

"What happened?"

"We hunted. And then we- God, we-" he cleared his throat and moved his shoulders back again, and he tried to leave the emotions of the story behind. "We attacked people. Not animals, people. And then thats what full moons became. Instead of me staying behind, terrified for them to come back angry and riled up and covered in blood, i was the one covered in blood. But i wasnt afraid of it, i was finally a part of something. They bullied me less. I was finally a real part of the pack. I felt... invincible."

He rubbed his eyes. "That didnt last." Hands back in his lap, he rubbed his thumb over his other hand's palm. "The pack was attacked, just as severely as we'd attacked people. So i ran again, but now I had this other thing i was running with. This other part of me that demanded... a lot. And I knew how to get what I wanted, too."

Bob glanced at you, unsure of your reaction.

Mostly, you'd just been taking in the information of his past, his story. You tried not to react, with gasps of shock or horror, or reach out to him. But your heart hurt for him.

"It was like that a couple years, running, always moving, and always alone. Until i quite literally ran into Bucky, and he somehow figured out all these things about me, and he told me i could stop running, start building something. Myself, a family, i don't know what exactly he meant. But i listened. Because I needed to." He lifted his hands as if to gesture he was done with the story. "So... thats me."

"Thanks for telling me," you said, before the moment could fade. "Really." You didnt want to overdo your gratitude for his vulnerability, but finally, you felt certainty.

"Sure. I just needed you to know."

"I want to stay," you spoke barely after he finished speaking. "I want to stay."

"Really?"

You loved the way his eyes lit up. If he had the canine ears, you just knew they would have perked up, too.

"Yes," you nodded. "I still have a lot i need to learn, but I also just... I feel like this is the place where I belong." You almost added "for now, anyway" but you didnt want it to be temporary. You wanted it to last, this place, the friendships you'd begun to build, the trust placed here. You wanted to hold on to it.

And the oracle you'd seen in the mirror hours ago was long forgotten.

~*~

In the morning, the couch was empty.

Your brows knit together as you got ready to head up to the main cabin for breakfast. Had last night just been some crazy dream?

After he'd shared his past with you, you shared some of yours with Bob. Though not really as dramatic, you shared a little about growing up with your grandmother and laughed each time you realized she'd done magic or you'd caused something on accident. You talked for hours with him, ending up talking about nothing and anything. Before you'd gone back up to bed, you'd sat shoulder to shoulder with him as he showed you pictures on his phone of one of his latest woodworking projects.

He said he'd make you something. As you wandered up the walkway, you wondered what he would make you.

You opened the glass door and smelled bacon. Alex and Lena were busy as Ava was setting the table.

Bucky followed you inside and chuckled as he passed you.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said, clearly meaning something.

You rolled your eyes and made your way to Alex and Lena, who piled food onto your plate.

"Morning," you greeted them.

"Good morning, my friend!" Alex said. Was he never not in a good mood?

Ava was sitting in your usual spot, so instead you sat in hers.

"Almost the new moon," Ava said, eyes glinting with excitement. "Lots of things to cover."

You hummed as you chewed some bacon, and you didnt have to look up to know Bob was approaching the house.

"Morning, guys," he said as he entered, and you smiled as you caught his eye.

Ava hummed, and you snapped your head to her.

She giggled and raised her eyebrows.

"What?"

"Bob went for a run."

"Is he not allowed?"

She just giggled again and then you realized she swapped places with you on purpose.

"Why are you being weird?"

"Its in my nature," she shrugged, and leaned forward to prop her chin in her hand, elbow on the table, as Bob sat just next to you.

"Oh!" He said, looking at Ava first, then you. "Hi."

"Hey," you answered, and suddenly felt so incredibly stupid as butterflies started fluttering in your stomach. The nerves made it hard to eat, but Lena's stern look was a lot stronger.

~*~

Regardless of whatever she thought had happened that night, Ava pushed you to learn how to properly set things up for the new moon. The phases of the moon were incredibly important to her and her witchcraft, which had something to do with shadows. Naturally, the largest natural shadow cast upon something celestial was a big deal. You could only imagine how she'd react to total solar eclipses, or lunar ones.

"Have fun?" Lena asked, pouring you a glass of wine. It had become your habit, sharing a little something to drink at the end of a long day.

"I guess," you shrugged.

"Lots of actual stuff to do, on top of the theory and history, hmm?"

You nodded and took a sip of the sweet wine. "Yeah. But hey, I think I know more knots than boy scouts now."

She laughed.

After a moment, she said, "so you and Bob."

You choked, setting your glass down carefully. "What?"

"He told you his story?"

"Yeah?"

"Get all weepy about it?"

"No?"

She nodded. "Didnt think you would."

"Why are you asking?"

"Because he told me today. You saw something that scared you, couldnt sleep, kept you company." She shrugged. "No big deal."

"Right. Of course."

She gave you a side-eye look of suspicion before taking a sip of her wine. "Good. And youre staying?"

"Yeah... although I'm not sure about my job."

"Can you work remote? Isnt it an office job?"

"I could, i guess, but I'd probably have to go back for important meetings and stuff."

"We can drive you. Or you can drive, whatever," she waved her hand. "They'd be stupid to lose you. Youre a good person."

"My job isnt really about if im a good person or not. But they probably miss me because of how much i get done."

"See? Thats not something they want to lose!" She pointed at you and smiled. "Thats settled. You email them tomorrow, tell them."

You shivered, putting your hands under your thighs.

"Why are you nervous?"

"Its a big deal."

She turned to you, facing you directly, and squared her shoulders. "You made a promise."

You wanted to keep it.

So you nodded.

She reached across the counter and squeezed your hands. "There. Good."

~*~

Two mornings later, dreary from staying up late with Ava, you found a letter under your door.

It was from Bob.

"Hi,

I hope your new moon stuff with Ava goes well.

I've got some things I've gotta do. I'll be away a few days.

Be back soon.

Bob"

"Ok?" You muttered to yourself. You folded it back to the way it was and tucked it into your jeans pocket.

After breakfast, Lena pulled you aside.

"What's up?" You asked her. "We're still going to the lake tonight, right?"

"The paper in your pocket, is it a letter? From Bob?"

You stepped back. "Um. Yeah?"

"Ava!" She shouted, causing Ava to almost drop the dishes she was carrying. "How long do you have until the moon?"

"Yelena!" Ava groaned.

"I need- just a bit."

"Fine. But you'd better not be late," Ava pointed at you.

You barely had time to give her a thumbs up before Lena dragged you out of the kitchen.

"Why are we headed to the lake now?" You asked once her steps had slowed.

"Private."

"Ok??" You rolled your eyes at the lack of explanation.

Once you reached the beach, she stopped.

"What is with you?" You asked her.

"The letter from Bob. He'll be away a few days?"

"Yeah?" You crossed your arms over your chest. "How do you even know that?"

"He used to leave *me* notes."

You didnt know why that stirred jealousy in your gut. She said *used* to, what that have to do with now?

"So?"

"Because-" she glanced up toward the cabin. "We were together."

"I- Bob and I are not a thing."

"Only Alex is this oblivious." She groaned, hands into fists as they fell to her side, then lifted right back up toward you, palms flat. "He is head over heels for you."

"I barely know him."

"That doesnt matter, not to him," she said. "And, he told you his story, and he said you didnt even blink. You just accepted him."

"Well- yeah? I mean, because-"

"Why?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but you didnt have words yet. You didnt know.

"You dont have to feel the same way," Lena said gently. "But if you dont, you have *got* to tell him. Because I- I thought he hated me when I took months to decide. He's too good to have waiting."

"How do you know?"

"I- when we first got together, he- felt like a lot? But i thought that was just part of romantic relationships. We never did anything i didnt want to, but... the sweetness he shared, i just, didnt know how to give back to him." She put her hands on her hips. "So i finally told him. And, he wasnt mad, of course, but I felt like I'd never be friends with him again, and I really wanted that."

"You seem pretty close," you offered.

"We are. Best friends again," she grinned, like that friendship was the thing she held most dear. "But he- before you were even in the picture, I just knew he was looking for something, someone. And then he'd be off for even a week at a time. He never did that."

"But he's gone right now?"

Lena shook her head and cut the air with her hands. "No, no. Very different." She sighed. "When Alexei and I saw you, I just knew."

"What??" You asked, finally annoyed. "What the hell did you know?"

"He was hoping we'd bring you with us."

"Is that why you acted like you hated me that night?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I finally knew where I was with him, and I didnt want to lose that."

You frowned. "I've been here less than two weeks, Lena. How could I possibly challenge your friendship with him?"

She groaned. "I dont know."

"Do you still hate me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because he asked me not to. He told- he told me to just trust him, so i did. And i will. And so now im trusting you."

You werent sure she even trusted Bucky.

"He doesnt want to scare you with- how he followed you, to make sure that he wouldnt bring home any danger," she explained. "But you mean a lot to him."

At this point, you werent really surprised. Bob had all but confessed as much the first night you'd met him.

"I'm not scared."

And you werent. You looked out over the lake, a view you'd grown familiar with, but always in a way of worry that you'd have to leave it.

You'd seen just a few sunsets over this lake, but you knew you'd see many more. Thousands more.

As if watching a dream, you saw yourself sitting on the sand, and then Bob coming to sit next to you, his hand behind your back so you could lean against him. Natural, without speaking, like you'd done those motions together a thousand times.

Walking one of the trails, nearly bumping into each other for how close you were. Reaching to hold his hand so that the awkwardness lifted, and your steps became synchronized.

Cooking a dinner for the family, moving easily around each other as you kept things from burning.

And fighting alongside each other, shoulder to shoulder. Wind following your movements, never worrying about your back- the wolf had it, just as you had his.

Your future was with his. His was with you.

You could see finally see it.

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[ragazziamagix]

do you know what sucks? it is when you are like i wanna see the winx fandom and see the discussions (assuming its about reboot even if its obviously gonna be underwhelming) and all you see is Sky and Riven bashing, it is like... Almost a parrot orchestra of same old same old points that have been disproven but hey I guess hating them is easy? It is okay to dislike any character but what they get from the "fadom" is ridiculous beyond anything.

what i find the most funny is that truly the most things said about Sky is not even remotely true, I have noticed that specially on my winx s1 rewatch how everyone just blow things out of proportion and some stuff are straight out LIES for real

Sky did not cheat the insane girl (remember that one which calls everyone peasants and think only them should fight a dangerous fight while royalty hides, and screams with servants? tried to kill Bloom and sh*t? yeaah such a great person), he was in a forced errangement (I guess we should only feel sorry for certain characters when they face this situation right? Because Sky have to just suck it up I suppose? Heck if he loves someone truly lol), anyway Sky breaks the arrangement on s 1 he do not even dates Bloom for real until the end of season 2 until there it is like "oh yes we like each other but it's too soon to say something I am not sure etc" the big confession leading to relationship was probably saved because of the climax of season 2 being big so it makes sense it's saved for this moment in restrospect it makes more sense.

Sky should not have to desclosure his identity to Bloom where they barely met each other! If this have been dragged upon s 2 I would feel he should but c'mon LMAO Be realistic, his life was in danger they weren't doing it for funs and kicks lol what were people watching

Sky got scared of Bloom possibly being the vessel of the old witches (an actual threat to the entire magic dimension but a 16 year old sky can not have flaws how silly of me) i dont remember how to write english wtv, he did freaked out he didnt knew her very well but he did NOT abandoned her lmaooooo i remember laughin at the absurdity when i rewatched it the absurdity of the blowing things out of proportion. I think specially cute because no one sees that he mades up for it in the end which is the point and how he almost died for Bloom other times but go off I guess?

I will forever feel like sh*t on this fandom most of times reading all those lies and bs about your favs effing sucks tbh specially when you just wanna check around stuff normally idk its like a random jumpscare, I am not even gonna complete this list because this is all so tiresome, Sky and Bloom don't even have a bad story actually I find them very cute and romantic as noticed I do love them as characters and as a couple, it baffles me how Sky that people preach about here is NOT LIKE canon Sky at all, the most you can say and is accurate is communication, jealousy which are very minimal played and only for the sake of drama and NOT EXCLUSIVE to them or Sky.

anyway it makes enjoying fandom not fun, istg enjoying fandom was good once,

[ivxliwh]

[WILHELM laughs, too, smiling.]

"oh, I think i did— hold on, let me check..."

[sure enough, she did.]

[in all honesty, hardly any of the animatronics scare her. except for DJ MUSIC MAN. they dont know WHAT IT IS but that thing freaks them OUT]

[it'll be so fucking funny when they get to that part trust]

[theres someone outside AA's door. they knock once, twice, then a voice is heard.]

"AA? you in there?"

[its WILHELM]

[ @ivxliwh ]

[She looks over, grabbing her "blanket"- the towel with holes in it- and hugging it as she walks to the door, speaking from behind it.]

Uh, yeah. I'm here. What is it?

[eli-should-sleep]

Any other leftist teenager seeing a police patrol and thinking: "damn what did i do this time?"

[choccy-milky]

⭐ HL x animal crossing ⭐

something for fun bc why not......i have free will their personality types?? maybe?? : seb = smug clora = peppy poppy = normal/sweet imelda = snooty ominis = lazy (or cranky tbh) leander = jock natty = sisterly