#i have no clue what happened on stream today

[glowsticcc]

options for new qsmp members arrival vessels(?):

submarine

subway

ive had the idea of a blimp

camper van?

taxi??

for the above two itd be really funny if it just fell out of the sky

ufo

trebuchet

[brittie-frog]

The actual shame I have to wait until Christmas to be able to draw the new eggs because I love them so much and my traditional art is shit

[dakotalun]

"Oops" | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: Part 1--Eddie "accidentally" sends a tasteful pic to his best friend.

warnings: mutual pining, pet names (sweetheart), strong language, description of naked Eddie

word count: 3.4k

Part 2

a/n: went a little crazy at 3am the other night and wrote this. Part two will be up later this week!! Luv y'all <3

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Eddie is your best friend of many years, the two of you being inseparable from the moment you met. So when you got a text from him tonight you don’t think much of it, figuring it was just a dumb meme he saw or a random thing from today.

What you didn’t expect to see was a picture of Eddie standing in his bathroom, towel slung over his shoulders with a prominent boner happening.

His hair is wet as if he just got out of the shower and hadn’t bothered to dry it yet. The long dark brown locks stick to his neck and chest in a way that can only be described as godly. The tattoos on his skin are glistening but covered by the towel around his neck and as you move your eyes downward the path of hair that leads to his dick is delicious.

And talking about his dick it is, mag-fucking-nificent! The way that it hangs there, the tip swollen and red, leaking the smallest bit of precum. It has your mouth watering.

You nearly choked on your own spit when you saw it. Never in a million years did you think that Eddie would be sending you of all people nudes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wonder what he was packing but you never really indulged in those thoughts, until now. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the screen, memorizing every little detail in the photo.

Eddie sends another text but you’re too distracted to see what it is. Then a stream of texts start flooding in from him.

‘SHIT!’

‘I DID NOT NMEAN TO SNED YIU THAT!’

‘IGNORE THE PICTUREA’

‘HOW THE HELL DO I DELETE THE PIC?!?!?!’

‘GOD I AM SOSOSOSOSOSOSSOO SOORRY!!’

You giggle at his frantic typing, noting all the typos. Curiosity gets the better of you and you scroll up a little to see what he had said after he sent the picture. You’re eyes go wide at the words displayed on your screen.

‘Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. Jerked off twice while in the shower and I’m still hard. Wish you were here with me right now ;)’

You had no clue who this was really meant for but if it was meant for you you would 100 percent be on your way to him right now. The bottom half of the picture stares back at you as your eyes acan over the text again and again. You can’t deny the small hint of wetness that you feel on your underwear while looking at the two.

Twice? He came twice and is still hard. Whoever he thought about must be really hot if he can go 3 rounds without breaking a sweat. Could he go more?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone receiving a call, from none other than Eddie himself. You sit up in bed and pull your knees towards you as you answer his call.

“Sweetheart I am so so so sorry I sent you that. It was clearly meant for someone else. If I had known it was your contact that I was on I would have never sent that at all. I want you to know that I don’t go around sending nudes to everyone or anything, I’m not a slut I was just-”

“Eddie it’s fine. No need to apologize. I figured it wasn’t meant for me anyways.” It pains you a little at the thought that someone else was supposed to receive that message from your best friend.

“I’m still sorry. Is there any way I can make it up to you?” His voice sounds smooth like spreading butter onto fresh pancakes.

“Hmm,” You fake thinking about what you want even though you know exactly what it is you want, “You’ve gotta tell me who that text was really meant for.” Silence. For a whole minute there is just silence on Eddie’s end, you’d think he was dead if it weren’t for the fast pace of his breathing.

“Sweetheart,” The nickname is not helping the situation you have going on right now, “You don’t mean that. Can’t I just take you to breakfast or buy you a new outfit?”

“Nope.” You respond popping the ‘p’ as you say it. “Either tell me who it was meant for or I send it to the groupchat.” You were bluffing. You couldn’t let the others see him like that, that was for your eyes only. Not that anyone needed to know that.

“You wouldn’t dare,” His voice turned deep and threatening.

“Try. Me.” You challenge back.

Eddie groans, “Fine. You win,” A smile spreads across your face, “It was meant for Callie. This girl in my chem class, we’ve been talking for a little bit.”

You’re a mix of emotions right now; happy that Eddie found someone he’s interested in and took his shot, confused because he never told you about it, sad because you thought he trusted you with things like that, and slightly jealous because you want to be the one Eddie sent nudes to, purposefully.

“Sweetheart? You still there?” You completely forget that you’re still on the phone with Eddie until he says something.

“Uh yeah yeah I’m here. I’m um happy for you Ed. Glad you found someone. Look I gotta go to sleep, big test tomorrow, talk later. Bye.” You hang up before he can say anything else. 

Why did you feel this way about all this? You shouldn’t be thinking of Eddie in this way, he was your best friend. Best friends don’t think about going down on each other, or the way it would feel to have his cock inside you, or the moans he would release when he finally cums in you.

You shake it off and lay back down, setting your phone on your nightstand to charge. You try for half an hour to fall asleep but your mind can’t stop thinking about that damn picture. So you unlock your phone and go back to your messages with Eddie, looking to see if he deleted the picture or not. And to your luck it was the latter, the picture and text below still there for your viewing pleasure.

You’re still horny from the initial thought of him so it doesn’t take long for your hand to wander under your shorts and underwear to your clit. The thought that your fingers were his and the way he would whisper in your ear egging you on to finish.

The images of him jerking himself off in the shower flood you, his hand on the cold tiles, water hitting his back as he fists his cock, rubbing it slowly at first but becoming impatient and going faster until he cums all over the wall and his hand.

The image of his face when he does and the moans that would leave his mouth is what throws you over the edge yourself. Wishing it were him between your legs pulling it from you not your own fingers. Finally your body is tired enough to let you go to sleep, dreaming of Eddie once more.

---

You’re sitting with Eddie and the rest of Hellfire at lunch a week later. Neither of you have talked about what happened that night, both too embarrassed to say anything.

Things were normal though, Eddie would pick you up and drop you off to and from school. You’d talk on the phone every night about whatever happened that day that the other wasn’t there for. You liked the thought that the text didn’t hinder your friendship but you can’t help but be a little jealous about Eddie fucking someone else. It’s not like you were expecting him to confess his hidden undying love for you the next day but the realization that Eddie really did send you that accidentally; hurt.

The freshman are talking about some video game coming out when Eddie lean over to you.

“Whatcha’ thinking about?” There’s a smile on his face, one that you always loved seeing.

“Nothing,” You go back to eating your fruit.

“Alrighty then. Hey I was wondering what time you wanted to come over tonight?”

Your eyes grow wide, mind going back to the text, “Why?”

“Um it’s Wednesday. Horror movie marathon night, remember?” His head cocks to the side a little, his hair falling into his face. It reminds you of a dog questioning what it’s owner has in their hand.

“Oh right yeah. Um I don’t know if I can make it tonight.” That was a lie, you had nothing going on. But being in the trailer alone with Eddie after knowing what he looks like naked is not what you need right now.

“Awe come on! I rented Scream, Saw, and Halloween for tonight. You can’t make me watch them all alone,” He lowers his voice and leans closer, “What if I need protection from the bad guys?” His big doe eyes large and pleading with you.

You roll your eyes and push his face away from you, “Ugh fine. I’ll be there, how’s 8?”

“Perfect! I’ll order the pizzas, do you think you could make those amazing cookies for us?”

“You mean for you?”

“No. I mean for us, I would never eat all the cookies myself.”

“You did like 3 weeks ago! There were 30 cookies there and I had none of them.” You stare at him as he thinks back to then.

“Nope don’t remember which means it didn’t happen. So will you?” There are those puppy dog eyes again.

“Whatever but I swear if you eat all of them again I’ll castrate you.”

Eddie’s hands fly to his groin, protecting it from your threat. “Ouch, sweetheart. Didn’t know you hated my dick that much.”

I don’t. Just hate that it’s not mine. You thought, but you just rolled your eyes and continued on eating lunch until the bell rang.

---

Eddie rushed around his room looking for his favorite shirt when you showed up for movie night. You let yourself in, per usual and set the cookies down on the coffee table before heading to Eddie’s room. He was squating in front of his closet when you come in, you don’t announce yourself just stand there staring at his back.

He got a few new tattoos since last summer, two of which on his back. A skull and crossbones along with a knife wrapped in barbed wire. You haven’t seen them in person yet, it still being too cold to sit out in the sun. But looking at them now was a pleasure, the detail popping out as his muscles flex.

Eddie huffs and stands, defeated about not finding the shirt he wanted. He turns around and finds you standing in his doorway.

“Jesus! Why didn’t you say you were here?” His hand is over his heart as he catches his breath from the unintentional jump scare.

“I texted you like 20 minutes ago that I was on my way. Figured you knew I’d be here soon,” You say as you enter his room fully to sit on his bed.

“I did not see the text, I was in the shower,” The mention of this brought back memories of the photo, and what you did whilst looking at it, “Anyways pizza should be here soon and I’ve got beers and soda in the fridge.”

Eddie walks around you to his dresser, grabbing a random shirt and throwing it on. You’re sad at the loss of his bare skin but quickly shake the thought away. You get up from his bed and head to his living room, Eddie following in toe.

“So what are we watching first? I’ve seen Scream a few times but the other two I haven’t seen,” Eddie remarks as he grabs two beers from the fridge, opening them before handing you one.

You mumble a thanks before taking a sip, the bitter liquid coating your tastebuds. “I’ve seen Scream and Saw but not Halloween. Heard good things about it though, at least that’s what Robin said, Steve had other opinions.”

“Lemme guess pretty boy hated it and wished he never saw it?” Eddie laughs as he sets up Halloween on the tv.

“Yeah pretty much,” You laugh along. The thought of your friend sitting there watching the movie curled up in a blanket next to Robin bringing a smile to your face.

Eddie finishes setting up the movie and walks back the kitchen. He grabs a bag of chips and some dip before returning to your side on the couch. He opens the chips and pops one in his mouth, crunching it loudly.

You smile at the normalcy of everything right now, it’s as if nothing ever happened between the two of you. Which if we’re being honest nothing really did happen, Eddie just sent you a nude on accident. It’s not like you kissed or anything. Not that you’d hate it if you did.

You snack on the chips and dip with him while waiting for the pizza to show up, never starting the movie without it. The two of you talk about nothing in particular while you sit there. Eddie tells you about the upcoming DnD campaign he’s been working on.

His eyes lighting up and hands flying around erratically as he explains what he planned, the animation in his character brings an even bigger smile to your face.

Just as Eddie concludes his explanation, inviting you to come sit in and watch it at the end, the doorbell rings notifying the both of you that the pizza was here and it was now time for movie night to begin.

Eddie pays the guy and happily walks over to the couch and sets the food on the table in front of the two of you, he can’t even wait til the movie starts playing to begin eating. You laugh at him as he opens and closes his mouth quickly trying to cool the hot pizza in his mouth, you just hit play and start watching the movie.

The pizza is gone, same with half the bag of chips and the cookies. Eddie actually let you eat  a few of them before he scarfed down the others. You’re nearing the end of Scream, the third and final movie of the night when you look at your phone for the time. 12:25 stares back at you, you groan knowing that your parents are going to kill you for coming home so late on a school night.

Eddie hears you and turns to see why you made that noise. You just wave him off and go back to watching the movie, watching as Skeet Ulrich gets shot for the final time in the head. A few minutes later the credits roll and Eddie turns off the tv, letting the trailer fade into silence.

“Wanna tell me what that groaning was about?” Eddie asks turning to face you completely.

“Nothing, just didn’t realize that it had gotten so late. Parents are gonna kill me if I go home at this hour.”

“So just stay here,” He says with no hesitation, “You still have a few clothes here after last movie night. They’re just siting in my drawer.”

You think about it for a minute. You and Eddie have had sleepovers in the past, nothing special about them, just two people sharing a bed, occasionally cuddling because of the small size of it. But now the thought of it made you nervous, having him so close to you, so near yet not being able to touch him. It killed you, but it’s better than going back home right now and having your mom and dad rip you a new one.

“Alright, I’m gonna need to shower though. Coach had us run the mile today at practice and I still feel disgusting.”

“Yeah no problem, you go ahead and shower, I’ll clean up here.” He stands and starts clearing the trash from the table. You get up too and head into his bathroom, but no matter how hot the water is or how long you stand under it you can't get the thought of the picture and the words under it out of your mind.

He was right here, jerking off to the thought of someone. You scold yourself for thinking about him like that, again. But you couldn’t help it.

Recently you’ve thought about him more and more; his smile, the dimples that show when he’s really happy, how animatedly he talks, the way his hair is always unkempt but still looks so damn soft. You thought about him in ways you never did before seeing that picture; his arms, his muscles, his hands, his rings. Everything about him turned you on and you needed it to go away.

Eddie finished up cleaning and sat down on his bed, beer in hand while he took out his metal lunchbox for a joint. You walk into his room, towel wrapped around yourself, hair dripping wet from the shower. He stops his actions to just stare at you, the same way you did earlier that night.

“Uh could I borrow some clothes? I don’t have anything to sleep in,” You say wrapping your arms under your boobs, pushing them up ever so slightly.

Eddie clears his throat, “Yeah, sure.” He gets up and walks over to his dresser, rummaging through it to look for something you can wear tonight. He pulls out a pair on your underwear that you “left” there a while back and one of his Hellfire shirts. You denied his offer of some pants, saying they would be way to big on you and you’d rather just sleep in the shirt.

Eddie’s mind went straight to the gutter at that thought, you sleeping next to him, in just his Hellfire shirt and a pair of underwear he stole from you. His dick was growing hard just thinking about it. He quickly got back to looking for his joint and lighting it upon it’s appearance. He took a few hits while you changed in the bathroom, his mind slowly fogging over.

You return, hair still slightly wet with the towel in your hand. You toss it into his hamper before laying on his bed, grabbing his beer and taking a sip. You lay back and close your eyes, letting the serenity of this moment wash over you. Eddie offers you a hit but you decline, being that you don’t ever mix weed and booze together.

He finishes the joint while you finish his beer. The two of you just sitting there with the light sound of whatever record Eddie has playing. Your thoughts are quiet for the most part, just soaking in the time with your best friend, until you think of something. A question you’ve been meaning to ask for a little bit.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?” He responds head leaning back onto the wall where a headboard should be.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, hit me.” You reach your hand out and hit him in the thigh.

“Ouch! Not literally, I meant with the question, sweetheart.”

“I know,” You giggle.

“Brat,” He mumbles back.

“Anyways, I was gonna ask -and you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to it’s just something I’ve been thinking about- but did you really not know it was me you were sending that picture to?” The words lay heavy on your tongue as you say them aloud. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, it’s hard not to.

How did he not know it was you he was texting, your name was right there at the top of the screen. And if he was sending it to someone else how could he not double-check to make sure he wasn’t sending it to someone like Wayne or Robin.

He’s quiet for a moment, thinking about the best way to tell you that, yes he did know it was you he was sending it to. And yes he knew it was stupid but he wanted to try something to see if you felt the same way about him that he does you. Eddie’s loved you for about a year and a half now, never saying anything to anyone in fear of running your friendship.

But that night he was watching a show and one of the characters did this thing where they pretended to send a text to someone “they didn’t mean to”, to see how they’d respond. He thought that maybe this was an easy way of figuring out how you felt about him. But when you didn’t respond to his photo or texts he got scared and called you. Needing to clarify what he sent, and why.

Eddie Taglist: @ali-r3n @dixontardis

[iandoubt]

doodles from Joel’s most recent gartic phone stream. I can confirm that this all happened, I promise I’m not making this up./gen. Joel smallishbeans, never change.

Boat boysers eating well today. I’m still in shock at the fact that he called Etho babe like okay Jimmy is gonna get jealous. Lizzie is probably chill though I think she’s learned to pick her battles and stopping her husband from queerbaiting the internet is always a losing one /silly. Also happy national haunted refrigerator night! I have no clue what that holiday is about nor what you are meant to do to celebrate, but I know it’s today, so I guess I wish you a fridge full of ghosts, or smthn. I’ve decided to make it my job to always know what national holiday it is because um don’t ask such silly questions. We always need more reasons to celebrate lol.

edit: also sorry for switching art styles every five minutes lol

[jamsmemes]

( * MIXED BAG PROMPTS !

mixed bag of sentence starters with a side of silly. likely taken from twitch streams / messages.

❛ what have you had for dinner today? ❜

❛ what does that do? ❜

❛ you promised me. ❜

❛ i haven't been here for a while, i have some questions. ❜

❛ i did mess up. ❜

❛ it was a setup. ❜

❛ i would have had no mercy. ❜

❛ is it good? ❜

❛ you're like a month early. ❜

❛ that's an odd take. ❜

❛ so mean. ❜

❛ worth a shot. ❜

❛ we are out of lobsters. ❜

❛ it will never happen. ❜

❛ thank you for everything you do. ❜

❛ what are the options? ❜

❛ don't know about that one, chief. ❜

❛ i agree with that. it's a good idea! ❜

❛ that is really unfortunate. ❜

❛ i don't remember, sorry. ❜

❛ i don't know about this. ❜

❛ that was honestly not bad at all. ❜

❛ if it works, why is it bad? ❜

❛ you said what you said, no take backs. ❜

❛ i think it's time to let go. ❜

❛ that could have been really good. ❜

❛ i swear i heard it. ❜

❛ i'll give the people what they want. ❜

❛ blood for the blood god! ❜

❛ great catch! ❜

❛ it's always this way now. ❜

❛ it's not as good as people say it is. ❜

❛ oh dear god, that sounds horrifying. ❜

❛ that hair cut is beautiful! ❜

❛ any words of wisdom? ❜

❛ you look great today. ❜

❛ if it takes you that long for a response, the answer is no. ❜

❛ you can't take it seriously. ❜

❛ how was your experience? ❜

❛ how's life, you beautiful bastard? ❜

❛ what's a movie that stuck with you? ❜

❛ with great power comes great responsibility. ❜

❛ friendship is magic. ❜

❛ i could've saved more. ❜

❛ corny or not, that is a very profound. ❜

❛ get out of here. ❜

❛ it's not all on you, you can only do what one person can. ❜

❛ we all need to do what we can. ❜

❛ the world's burdens aren't yours to bear alone. ❜

❛ you're so appreciated. ❜

❛ i think you've done a fine job. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what the fuck is going on? ❜

❛ what a strange experience. ❜

❛ how lucky are you? ❜

❛ are you drunk? ❜

❛ part of recovery is understanding there's going to be real absence. ❜

❛ little progress is still way better than no progress. ❜

❛ this is going to go down as the fucking worst time ever. ❜

❛ i feel your pain. ❜

❛ can i get a cookie? i'm hungry. ❜

❛ that made me cackle. ❜

❛ well, hello there cutie! ❜

❛ you got this. ❜

❛ you better rest up today and treat yourself. ❜

❛ i was not aware of that. ❜

❛ well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. ❜

❛ this part of life is hideous. ❜

❛ it's only been five minutes. ❜

❛ i have no clue, i'm sorry, i was being silly. ❜

❛ thank you for guiding me through my toughest days. ❜

❛ get well soon, we need you. ❜

❛ i hope the best for you. ❜

❛ why are you running? ❜

❛ this is the best thing ever. ❜

❛ what am i watching? ❜

❛ what a clown show. ❜

❛ you are great. ❜

[papercorgiworld]

The headmaster’s special assignment: you

f!slytherin!reader x Sebastian Sallow

A little bit of fluff with a smutty ending! So beware!

You can safely read until the smut warning.

A/N: Feedback is always welcome

First week back at Hogwarts and Sebastian had already earned himself detention twice. It was probably a record and the reason he was currently walking the stairs to the headmaster’s office. He swallowed as professor Black looked up at him. “Ah. Mister Sallow.” Sebastian nodded. “You have been a troublemaker from day one, but it gets worse every year.” Sebastian forced an apologizing smile.

“I’m starting to think Hogwarts isn’t the right place for you.” Sebastian's eyes widened. No, this could not be happening. “But! Headmaster-'' Professor Black shook his head. “I don’t want to hear it. You get one last chance to do it right. And a special assignment from me.” Sebastian was both surprised and curious. “What do you mean with a special assignment?” “It concerns my niece: y/n /l/n.” The headmaster explained. Sebastian was shocked. You, the quietest and sweetest Slytherin were related to this man. “She’s my sister’s daughter and I hold her very dear.” Black informed Sebastian with a stern voice. “Of course. How can I help?” Sebastian offered, trying to sound as responsible and trustworthy as possible.

“I need you to take her to the Hogsmeade dance. Watch over her. Make sure she has a good time. And, most importantly, drop her off safely.” Sebastian had several questions, but the impatient look on the headmaster’s face kept Sebastian from asking any.

***

The next few weeks Sebastian turned your world upside down. Suddenly he noticed you, everywhere and all the time. He would offer to be your partner all the time, you would study together and when in the common room he would always sit near you. You didn’t ask any questions about his sudden interest in you. You had had a crush on Sebastian since fourth year, so you were all butterflies and no brains.

Though Sebastian was clearly on a mission he had started to enjoy your company. He had always known you to be sweet and smart, but there was more to you. You, like him, shared an interest in the dark arts and you turned out to be quite the dueling talent. However, Sebastian was a simple man and couldn’t look past the fact that during the last summer you had changed… physically. You were always good looking, but now he had to loosen his tie every time you came a bit too close.

Sebastian and you had teamed up for a Crossed Wands duel and just won. In excitement Sebastian threw his arm around your shoulder. He quickly realized he was way too close to you for his own comfort. Your warmth, your soft smell and your smile. It made him drift off to a place where it was just the two of you. Instead reality hit, it was Lucan that pulled Sebastian out of his stream of thoughts about you. “Well done to both of you. You two make quite the team.” You smiled and a little blush creped up your cheeks.

Sebastian noticed, he had noticed more then once, that you always blushed when people referred to the both of you as a team or pair. He had a suspicion that you liked him. So, why was it so hard to gather the courage to ask you to the dance. He had to do it, Black expected it from him. Part of him did also want to spend more time with you and yet asking you out for the Hogsmeade dance felt out of character for him. He led his arm drop from your shoulders as you went to pick up your bags.

“Did you already write that paper on Wiggenweld?” You asked to make conversation, as you noticed Sebastian was a bit out of it.

Sebastian simply nodded. He was acting rather odd today. He was quiet and constantly in deep thought.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You said as you took a step towards him, screening his face for any clue as to what was on his mind.

He laughed nervously and tousled his hair a few times. ‘Be smug. Be cool.’ Sebastian gave himself a pep talk.

Ominis who had only just joined you two immediately picked up on what’s going on. A wide smile appeared on his face. “Do you know what’s going on with Seb?” You asked Ominis as he obviously knew more than you.

“I'm pretty sure that he’s trying to ask you to the Hogmeade dance… but failing.” Ominis said without mercy, putting Sebastian on the spot. Your mouth fell open, your mind exploding with excitement, was Sebastian really going to ask you?

“Wha-ah…” Sebastian stuttered, going from slightly pink to full red. He noticed people staring, they clearly heard Ominis. ‘Ominis will pay for this’ and with that thought Sebastian regained control over himself. "Yes. I wanted to ask you.. if you would like to go with me… to the dancing… thing?”

“Smooth.” Ominis said with a cheeky smile.

You laughed at Ominis’ comment, making the whole ordeal very embarrassing for Sebastian. When you noticed Sebastian was really dying on the inside you reached for his hand and squeezed it gently. “I would love to go with you.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek that felt as soft as a feather.

“We should probably go. Potions will soon start.” You said trying to play it cool and calming the butterflies in your tummy.

***

The evening of the Hogsmeade dance went terribly wrong. You were all dressed up and ready to go. You headed towards your meeting spot and you were about to turn the last corner when you overheard Ominis and Sebastian talk. Ominis left and Sebastian turned around to see you peeking around the corner. He smiled his most charming smile at you, but you would not have it.

“You are unbelievable! You only asked me to the Hogsmeade dance to get out of detention?!” You yelled furiously. Sebastian was shocked, but he did not panic.

“To not get expelled.” Sebastian pointed out calmly.

You wanted to yell and curse, but you couldn’t find the words. So, you simply turned and headed back to the common room.

“Y/n, don’t go!” Sebastian ran after you. “I’m still the same Sebastian. We could still have fun at the dance.”

“Sebastian, you don’t understand. I thought you wanted to go to the dance with me, because you liked me.” You confessed feeling, you were so embarrassed. “So, be honest with me. If it wasn’t for my uncle’s request would you have asked me?”

Sebastian looked down at his shoes. “No, I wouldn’t.” You sighed as you heart ached, this night was a nightmare. “I don’t want to go the stupid dance. I want to take you the Undercroft and show you a ‘really’ good time.” Sebastian confessed, while he continued to study his shoe.

“What’s the Undercroft?” You asked and Sebastian looked up. Only a moment later you realized what else he had said. “What do you mean with a ‘really’ good time?”

“I can show you.” Sebastian answered with a smile. You were not quite sure if that was an answer to the first or the last question, but it didn’t really matter.

(❗️warning: smut ahead)

“This is the Undercroft.” He said as you both entered the room. “Curious.” You said as you took in the mysterious room. You looked at Sebastian with hungry eyes. Suddenly he pushed you into one of the pillars and lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around him and he started kissing you with fierce lust. One hand feeling up your breast, while his other hand slides under your dress to squeeze your ass. You completely surrendered to your instincts, pushing yourself into him and tangling your fingers in his hair.

You pushed him a bit off of you. “Are you sure no one will come up here?” You asked, while you took in his hungry look. “Do you think I would undress the headmaster’s niece here if I wasn’t entirely sure.” He said with a smug face while loosening his tie. “Undressing?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at his arrogance. With that question he turned you around and started biting and kissing you neck. You had to steady yourself against the pillar. Carefully he undid your dress and it elegantly slipped over your skin, falling on the floor.

At the sight of you in only your panties Sebastian led out something between a moan and groan. His pants were getting too tight. He pushed his middle against your ass to make sure you knew exactly how desperately he wanted you. Like the look in his eyes hadn’t already given that away. He kneaded your breast gently and kissed your neck like he owned you. You whipped your head back and allowed yourself to enjoy how well he was treating you. “Having a good time?” He asked in a whisper. “Could be better.” You said as you suggestively brought his hand to your panties.

“Demanding.” Sebastian noted as he smiled against your neck. “Your Hogwarts carrière depends on my night, remember.” You pointed out. Sebastian simply huffed and turned you around. He took off his shirt, giving himself some much needed air and you a good view. Your hand shamelessly feeling his chest. His lips quickly found a nipple to play with and his fingers were tormenting you as he ever so slowly entered a finger between your folds. You softly bucked your hips making clear to Sebastian that you were in need of more.

You moaned as Sebastian did all the right things to your body. His fingers found the right spot, making you arch your back. He smiled in amusement as he saw you surrender to him. Pulling his hair you brought his lips to yours demanding a kiss and he answered with more passion than you expected. He deserved more than he was getting right now and you wanted more of him anyway. Your hand slipped from his neck, to his chest and eventually his pants. He rubbed himself against your hand and you smiled against his lips.

He pulled out his fingers, kissing you reassuringly and picking you up to bring you to a sofa. He had once conjured the thing for comfortable reading and lonely moments that required his hand to do the work, never thinking he would ever get to lay there with someone, leave alone some as perfect as you. He put you down gently and took his pants off. As he helped you remove the one piece of clothing you were still wearing he worried how long he would last. You were driving him mad just laying there.

You brought his face to yours and kissed him gently, while your hand moved to his member giving it a few strokes. You noticed how he closed his in an attempt to keep control. His fingers once again moved between your legs, this time to simply check if you were ready for him, because he sure was ready for you. Once he confirmed your wetness he aligned himself perfectly with you. Though he looked hungry as placed himself between your legs, he looked up at you for a moment with a gentleness in his face. “May I?” He whispered. “Please.” You begged, still moaning under the control of his fingers. He entered rather forceful, his lust for the beauty in front of him taking control. He gave you a moment to adjust as he kissed you softly. While he leaned on one arm by your side, his free hand played with your breast and nipple. He started trusting at an eager pace and observed every noise and move you made to make sure he was pleasing you right.

Every time Sebastian hit your sensitive spot you opened you spread your legs a little bit more as a way of begging him for more. As he felt himself get closer he was rougher on you, squeezing your ass as he grabbed a hold of you to mercilessly pound into you. As if everything he did to your body wasn’t pushing you enough, his panting and moaning were sure to push you over the edge. As you were losing all control over your body you tried to hide your face in an attempt to keep some of your dignity as you lay there under him as a moaning naked mess. However, Sebastian would not have it. He quickly cupped your cheek and pecked your lips. As he noticed your embarrassment and how much control he had, an amused smile formed. He kissed your neck and whispered in your ear. “Come for me.” As you grabbed a handful of his hair to keep him close to you he listened to the most beautiful sound escaping your lips. Best assignment ever. Sebastian thought as he released himself.

As you both lay there tangled on the sofa, catching your breath, your mind started to wonder. For a straight A student you really had done a stupid thing. Sebastian was your long time crush, but you were just an assignment. You had been way to eager following him to this Undercroft. A sweet kiss on your cheek pulled you out of your thoughts. A smile replaced your worries. You allowed yourself to enjoy his warmth for as long as it would last.

Sebastian still hadn’t slipped out and just lazily lay half on top of you still somewhat supporting himself so he wouldn’t crush you. While it was taking a lot of him he tried to keep his eyes open and enjoy the view. “We should probably move.” You softly spook with hesitation in your voice. Sebastian nodded and you untangled yourself from him. Hating the feeling of him not inside of you and his warmth not all over you. You sat on the sofa shamefully looking for pieces of clothing, when Sebastian gently stroked your back. “Yeah. I should probably still take you that dance.” A smile tugged at his lips as you turned around with surprise all over your face. “You know, we need an alibi for this evening.” He kissed your shoulder as you again turned away from him. Couldn’t he just admit he wanted to spent more time with you. Nope, Sebastian Sallow was already planning your wedding, but it would take weeks before he would admit to you that you were more than an assignment from Headmaster Black.

On your way to Hogsmeade Sebastian reached out for your hand and squeezed it. You smiled, wondering if Sebastian’s assignment was really your uncle’s idea. Maybe it was your mother’s idea? However, neither would be pleased with the way it played out. But you definitely were.

[changenameno]

Bitter Truth (One-Shot)

(Complete)

Summary:
You knew that August Walker was a dangerous man. Of course he was. As an Agent, he had to kill people. But you’ve always assumed he only did it, to protect and for the greater good, until you knew better…
Without question, your fiancé, was John Lark. Psychopath. Mass Murderer.

Pairing: August Walker & Fem. Reader

Warnings: ANGST, no comfort all hurt

Word count: 1K

A/N: I apologize in advance but also I kinda hurt myself with that one so…🙈🤷‍♀️….As all my other stories so far, it’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you❤️✨

! Neither August Walker, nor Mission Impossible: Fallout are my own creation!


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Packed bag in hand, tears were streaming down your face, probably looking exactly as pathetic as you felt. August wasn’t standing far off, only a few steps away from you.

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He knew the moment he came home that something wasn’t right. On a normal day he would have come home to your sweet voice happily greeting him and the delicious smell of whatever you’d cooked for dinner.

But not today. Today it had been eerily quiet when he stepped foot into your shared home.

All his hard training, made him immediately assume the worst, or what he’d thought the worst would be. Someone had found him and held you hostage in the house.

Soundlessly he locked the door behind him, pulling out his gun. He continued down the hallway, his instincts telling him to turn left and into the living room, instead of going upstairs.

His electric blue eyes scanning every detail of the room, looking for clues. For a fight, for anything out of the ordinary.

There was a lot to take in, and all of which was out of the ordinary. On the usually empty, huge coffee table, lay opened letters haphazardly strewn across it. The phone abandoned on top. The TV switched on, playing a scene repeatedly, albeit muted.

Again and again, his own furiously contorted face stared back at him from the screen. Showing not August Walker, but John Lark during his last successful mission. Holding the detonator of a bomb in his right hand. Minutes before the hospital would explode and everyone within would be no more.

A million thoughts raced through his mind, a million possibilities of what had happened. But one thorough glance at the letters — which at closer inspection was only one letter — told him the truth.

He proceeded towards the table and lifted up the first page, beginning to read.

|| Dear soon-to-be Mrs. Walker,

Or shall I say Lark? ||

August’s eyes widened, lips tight, face now mirroring the fury on screen. Who dared? Who had filmed him and found out who he was? Just to destroy, the only precious thing he’d ever held close to his heart.

Then he heard it, uneven foot falls coming down the staircase, someone sniffling all the while. At once setting his body into motion. As if on autopilot, he put his arm with the gun in hand, behind his back and headed toward the hallway.

Drowning in your misery, you didn’t notice him right away. But when you did, you froze, staring at the man you’d called August.



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Packed bag in hand, tears were streaming down your face, probably looking exactly as pathetic as you felt. August wasn’t standing far off, only a few steps away from you.

Neither of you said anything. His silence confirming what you already knew.

Blurry-eyed, your gaze wondered up his impossibly sturdy legs, to his broad chest and finally reached his handsome bewhiskered face. Swallowing thickly when his sapphires were already fixed on you.

Desperately wanting it all to be a lie. Hoping beyond hope he could explain everything. Wishing it, to be untrue.

Yet for the first time his eyes held nothing but the whole truth. August tried blinking away the burning sting of the forthcoming tears.

Inhaling deeply to somewhat calm the chaos in your head and heart you finally broke the silence,” You know, what hurts most?”

He stayed silent, shocked at how frail and distant you sounded. As if you were far away, detached from reality, from him, drifting off into the cold abyss of indifference.

“Mmh? Not the lies. Oh no, not the lies. But the fact that you made me fall in lov-ve with you,” your voice slightly wavering on the very word you despised most at the moment.

His forming tears threatened to spill over, with every broken word you whispered. Tearing at the pieces of his own shattered heart.

You continued with a pained smile,” Made me fall in love, with a mass murderer.” Disgust clearly reflected on your face, making him grip his gun tighter, his right hand still behind his back. Knuckles turning white.

He couldn’t let you go. He couldn’t. You’d be a huge risk, knowing the truth. His right hand began to tremble, finger on the trigger. The internal battle he fought, came to a swift halt, as he heard you, unlocking the door.

Your back was to him, your left hand holding the door open. Before you took another step, you turned to face him one final time. Eyes raking over his figure, widening as you took in the tell-tale signs of his position and stance. Was he going to shoot you?

Against you better judgement a sad, soft smile curled your lips, breathing, “Goodbye, John Lark.”

Then you slipped out, closing the door behind you.
You were gone.

He stared, unblinking at the spot your lovely face had been in, seconds prior. Hearing a loud clang, as his gun hit the wooden floor.
Collapsing onto his knees. Crumpling.
Tears freely streaming down his face.

Truly the worst case scenario had just played out in front of him. The entire time his throat so constricted with grief, he’d been incapable of uttering even a single word…


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Bittersweet, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Pairing: Simon Riley x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, Swearing, Talk of Pregnancy, Mentions of Past Abuse, Typical COD Violence, Fluff.

Summary: Coming home to find out Simon was leaving was hard, but this time is worse.

Beta Reader:

The door to your flat was usually easy to push open, but today when you shoved it open with your foot while you balanced two large brown bags of groceries, it stopped. Half way open, half closed. Turning sideways you manage to squeeze in between the doorway and the ajar door. Setting the bags down on the counter you turn towards the door that has now swung shut. 

On the floor sits a black military grade duffle bag, a velcro British flag on the front. Your stomach drops, settling on the floor. There was only one thing that bag being the door could mean. Your eyes water slightly as footsteps come down the hallway. Your eyes slide over to the figure standing in the hallway. Simon stands there, hands in the pockets of his black pants. The black t-shirt stretched tight over his muscled chest, his tactical vest hanging from one hand. The other clutching his skull balaclava, as his brown eyes flicker from you to the bags of groceries on the counter. 

“You’re leaving?” You ask, your voice soft as you fight the tidal pool of emotions bubbling in your chest. 

“Love, I know.. I know I just got back.. But you know how it is,” Simon sighs, coming into the room and putting his vest and mask on the kitchen table. He walks over to you, coming to stand in front of you. His hands run up your arms, to rest on your shoulders, as you take a shaky breath. 

“I, I know. But.. You just got back.”

Simon’s large hand comes up to cup the side of your face, tipping your face up so your eyes meet. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Simon whispers, his thumb stroking the side of your jaw. 

“I’m going to miss you so much..” you whisper, your voice cracking as your eyes close, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Oh, Love, don’t cry…” He whispers, hastily wiping away the tears from your cheeks with his fingers.

“I-I’m sorry,” You whimper as Simon pulls you close to him, pressing your face into his chest with a hand in your hair.  Your tears soak the fabric of his black shirt as he runs his free hand up and down your spine in soothing circles. His heart beat wildly in his chest under your cheek, like a caged bird. Simon's lips press to your head, a chorus of soft murmuring on his lips as he holds you. 

“Lovie, I know how hard it must be for you. For me to be gone for unknown periods of time, with no clue where I am, what I'm doing, if I'm okay. But I promise you, I’ll do everything I can to come back to you.” He pulls you away from his chest slightly, looking at your tear stained face. 

“I know, I just worry about you. Being out there literally fighting for your life sometimes,” you sniffle. “I mean how can I not? You’re out there risking your lives for everyone alone.”

“I’m not alone, I have my team, Soap, Gaz, Price. They’re there looking out for me. We have each other’s backs. And they know if something were to happen to me, to look out-”

“Don’t. Don't say something like that,” you cut him off, your hand coming to rest over his mouth. You narrow your eyes at him, “you will come back to me okay?” 

Simon's brown eyes soften as he nods, his lips pressing a kiss to your palm. You let your hand fall to your side, turning back to the groceries you begin pulling items from the bag. Placing them on the white countertop. Simon’s eyes follow your movements as you begin to put the various items away in the kitchen. 

“I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay?”

“I know,” you place a can of peas in the cabinet.

“I love you,” he whispers, coming to stand behind you. His hands sliding around your middle and hugging you tight against him. His body heat warms your back as his hands press into the soft flesh of your hips. A storm of emotion rages in your gut as you try to hold it together, be strong for him. For Simon. 

“I love you too,” you whisper, resting your hands on his. “You need to go, Price will be wondering why you’re late.”

You feel Simon’s sigh without hearing it, his lips pressing to the side of your head before he uses his hands to turn you in his arms. His fingers catch your chin as he tips your head up. His lips slanting to fit over yours in a slow kiss. Your hands trail slowly up his chest to fist in the soft fabric of his shirt. Twisting the material in your fingers you pull yourself impossibly closer to him. Simon's hand slides from your chin to the side of your neck. His fingers resting on your pulse point, applying a slight pressure to it. The small possessive move from Simon, sends a jolt of reassurance through you. 

Simon hated leaving just as much as you did. Of course he wouldn’t tell anyone that it tore his heart out, that it made him feel like he was leaving half of himself behind. Like he was ripping Simon out of himself and leaving him behind with you. Leaving only Ghost, the hardened soldier with him out on the missions. 

You gasp for breath as he pulls back, his face still close to yours. His warm minty breath fanning across your face. “Be good, I’ll see you soon.” 

‘Be safe,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his once more. With a heavy sigh Simon pulls away from you. Your body suddenly cold from the lack of body heat that radiates from Simon. You watch with sad eyes as he pulls on his tactical gear, and finally the skull balaclava. The face of the man you came to love disappearing behind the black fabric. 

Simon grabs his bag from behind the door, taking one last look at you as you stand in the middle of the kitchen. You looked so small standing in the kitchen with your arms wrapped around yourself. Like you were trying to hold back everything you were feeling. You were and that tore at him, he never wanted to upset you. But he had made a commitment a long time ago to the SAS, to Task Force 141. He couldn't just go back on those commitments, and you knew that. You had told him so, that you understood why he had to go save the world. 

You turn away from him as he reaches for the door, busying yourself with putting the groceries away. The soft sound of the latch clicking shut is what breaks you. The tears fall freely as you rest your hands on the counter. Leaning over slightly as you sob openly, hands gripping the white countertop like a lifeline. It never got easier.

It will never get easier.

Watching Simon walk out that door never knowing if it’ll be the last time.

Never knowing how he’ll come home.

If he’ll come home.

Your shoulders shake and you sink to the cool laminate tile floor of the kitchen, your head in your hands. The loneliness was the worst, the quiet that greeted you around every corner. The overwhelming silence; it was deafening. 

You aren't sure how much time has passed before you're able to pull yourself together enough to get up off the floor. Wiping the tear stains from your cheeks you stand, straightening out the rumpled fabric of your sweater and taking a steadying breath. Grabbing one of the paper bags and folding it up to put in the recycling, you stuff it down into the bin. As you grab the second bag from the counter you reach into it and pull out the last item you didn't want to pull out before Simon left. 

You pick up the box and turn it over in your hands, the bright pink box staring up at you like a flag. They should really make these boxes more discreet, not everyone was trying to shout this kind of stuff out to the world. 

You take what feels like your millionth deep breath of the afternoon and quickly shove the remaining bag down into the recycling. Your stomach turns as you glance at the pregnancy test box.

Did you want to know?

Should you just wait for Simon to get back?

Maybe it was all in your head anyways.

Yeah, it was all in your head. There was no way you could be pregnant. You and Simon were careful, always taking the right precautions. You knew how he felt about kids, he didn't want them. He didn't want to end up like his father. No matter how many times you told him that he could never be his father. His father was a terrible man, who had no regard for a child's life. He didn't deserve to be a father with the way he treated Simon and Tommy. But Simon wouldn't hear it because he insisted that he on some level was also a monster. 

He didn't care that he killed people, that he slaughtered anyone who stood in his way of completing his missions. He’s told you of how he killed an entire compound of people after he found out his family was murdered. He would do it again, without a second thought. 

To you, Simon wasn't a stone cold killer. He was the man who brought you your favorite drink when you were having a bad day. The one bought you the expensive coffee maker you wanted even though he doesn't drink it. He’s the one who holds the door open for you, and makes you breakfast. The guy who walks on the outside of the sidewalk to protect you from cars. The same guy who picked you up off the bathroom floor when you were sick and nursed you back to health.

He was a little rough around the edges, and getting him to open up was the hardest thing you ever had to do. But he was still Simon, under all the trauma and pain, he was still a man who needed someone to love him. Someone to make him feel safe enough to take off his mask at the end of the day. 

The day he took off his mask fully in front of you for the first time you sobbed. You spent hours tracing the scars along his face as he laid his head in your lap. He was taken back when you called them beautiful. He insisted that they couldn't possibly be beautiful, they were flaws, reminders of what he did out there. To you the silvery scars along his body were proof of what he’s overcome. The strength he had, the fight to survive.

You shake your head, trying to clear the thoughts muddling your brain and head into the bathroom. You set the box down on the counter and chew your bottom lip. Anxiety swirling in your stomach the longer you stare at it. 

No.

Not today. 

If you took the test today you would be alone for however long dealing with whatever the results were. Aimlessly waiting for Simon to return home so you could discuss them, positive or negative. 

With one last glance at the box you leave the bathroom, closing the door rightly behind you. You stuff down the lonely feeling that crashes into you as you look around your shared bedroom. The bed was neatly made, just like always. That was all Simon. He claimed it was a habit from being in the service. You often poked fun at him for spending so much time each morning pulling the sheets taught, and smoothing the blankets like his life depended on it. You laughed the first time you walked in on him trying to figure out how to arrange the throw pillows you had added. 

Simon was grumbling about not seeing a point of having pillows you did even sleep with, while you argued that not everything had to be practical. He disagreed but let you keep them anyway after seeing the smile it brought to your face. He would do just about anything to see you smile, which is why it killed him to see you cry when he left. 

You flop onto the made bed, effectively ruining the pristine sheets and blankets. A heaviness settles over you as you lay there, your face buried in Simon’s pillow, inhaling the smell of his cologne. Tears burn the back of your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. You can't spend the next however long falling apart. So instead you, do your best to turn it off. Get through it one day at a time.

That's all you can do, take it one day after another.

Just like every other time.

~~~~ 3 weeks later~~~

“Love? Is that you?” Simon's voice calls as you push the door closed. Your heart skips a beat, as you drop your bag to the ground. You take a few steps into the apartment and stop at the doorway of the living room. 

Simon stands in the middle of the living room between the couch and the entertainment center. Tears cloud your vision as you stare at him, he was there, all of him. His brown eyes are tired, but he has a smile on his face. He always looked tired after coming back from a mission. Days of getting little to no sleep in the field. The physically grueling work of running after people, constantly being on guard. It took a toll on him, you knew that. But no matter how tired he was he would wait to see you before heading off to bed. Oftentimes he would convince you to join him, just wanting to feel you in his arms after not seeing you.

“You’re back…” Your voice cracks as you close the distance between you. You launch yourself into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist as you bury your face into his neck. Simon wraps his arms around your waist as he buries his face in your hair.

“I told you I would come back to you,” his voice is quiet as he moves over to the couch and sits, holding you on his lap. You knees on either side of his thighs, his hands coming to rest on your hips. Simon draws lazy circles on the skin there, as you just look at him for a moment. You take in the features of his face, his warm brown eyes. The way his nose is slightly crooked from being broken one too many times. The silvery scar that runs down the side of his jaw, the small patch of his eyebrow that is missing due to the scar running through it. 

“Can you explain something to me, sweetheart?” Simon asks, shifting you slightly so he can pull something out of his pocket. You furrow your brows as he takes a moment to pull the object from his pocket.

Your heart stutters in your chest as he pulls out the pink pregnancy test box from one of the pockets of his cargo pants. Your eyes search Simon’s face, trying to figure out what he’s thinking, but his face is a wall of impassive emotion. You chew on your bottom lip as you take a few deep breaths.

“I-I can explain.” 

“I would appreciate an explanation.”

“I know.. Look. I just… I have this feeling but I didn't want to say anything if I wasn’t sure. But then you got called away, and I couldn't bring myself to take one when you were gone. Because, I mean, what if it was positive? I couldn't let myself sit here for god knows how long harboring that information. So I didn't do it. And I know. I know how you feel about kids. I know you don't want them Simon. I get that. And that's okay. I mean it might be negative. So i don't even know why i'm so worr-” Simon presses his fingers to your lips silencing the onslaught of nervous rambling.

“I’m not upset with you,” Simon removes his fingers and grabs one of your hands, squeezing it lightly. “Whatever it says we’ll figure it out. Together okay?” 

You give him a small nod, looking down at your hands for a moment before he turns your hand over and places the box in your hand.Your eyes flicker up to his, and he gives you a small smile. “Now?” You whisper.

“It’s better to know now, while we have options,” he whispers, running his hand up and down your arms. After a moment you let out a breath and slid off of his lap, slowly walking towards the bathroom. You glance over your shoulder at Simon as he sits on the couch, legs slightly spread, one arm draped over the back. 

Simon gives you another small smile, as you head into the bathroom. You close the door and quickly take the test according to the instructions. After you wash your hands you place it on the bathroom counter and open the door. Simon is still sitting on the couch, but his head is back, his eyes closed. 

You can see just how exhausted he is from the mission. The dark circles under his eyes are more pronounced, the tension in his shoulders more evident. He lifts his head when you take a step towards him. 

“How long until we know?” He asks, his voice gravelly with sleep.

“Three..” You whisper, plopping down onto the couch next to him. His arm wraps around your shoulder as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Whatever happens, I’m not going to take off on you okay?” Simon says softly, his fingers rubbing the fabric of your sweater. 

“Simon.. I-i don't think I can get rid of a baby… The thought of getting rid of a part of you… especially a part of you that isn't going into war zones all the time. I cant… I can't.” Your eyes fill with tears. 

Simon shifts and his finger catches your chin, turning your face towards him. His dark eyes are serious, as he looks at you. “Sweetheart, I mean it. Whatever happens we’ll get through it. I won't make you do something you don’t want to do. Okay? If the test is positive, we’ll go over our options.. And if it's not we can talk about it, alright Lovie?” 

You smile, “Okay,” you whisper and press your lips against his softly. Simon’s hand slides to the back of your head as he kisses you a few more times. 

The sound of the alarm on your phone going off pulls you both from the moment, and Simon pulls you up by your hand. “Ready?”

“Ready.” 

You both head into the bathroom, Simon gives you one last look before he picks up the small plastic stick in his hands. He turns it over and stares at it for a moment. Anxiety swirls in your stomach as he looks at, and then he turns it towards you. One solid pink line stares back at you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. It rushes from your lungs as relief, but your eyes water as you stare at the negative test.

Negative.

You should be relieved. 

You weren’t ready to have a kid.

Were you?

“You okay?” Simon whispers, his fingers brushing across your cheek, catching the tears that are falling.

“I-I think so? I mean, i don't know,” you whisper as Simon drops the test in the trash and leans down lifting you into his arms. He carries you into your bedroom and sets you down on the bed, then settles in next to you. His arms pull you firmly against his side, as he leans his head on yours.

“What are you feeling? Talk to me.”

“I guess, relief… but also I'm kinda sad.. I think?”

Simon is quiet for a moment, his hand stroking your hair and neck. You can practically hear the gears in his head turning. “I understand. I was a little disappointed too.” He admits, causing you to look up at him. 

“You were disappointed?” You whisper, and Simon nods slightly.

“I know that I keep telling you how I don't want kids because of my dad. Because of the way he was with me and Tommy… and because of what happened I'm afraid that I'll be anything like him. That i’d ruin whatever precious child you could give me. But I also know that you are not my mom. You would never stand by and let that happen.” He brushes your hair behind your ear.

“So the thought of being like my dad scares the crap outta me, but I can't lie and say that the thought of coming home to you, a little boy or girl, doesn't excite me on some level. I just want you to be happy. And if you want children, I'd happily give them to you. I would do anything to make you smile. I’d give you a whole army of them if that's what you wanted.” 

“Do you mean that?” You look up at him, and Simon smiles.

“Of course I mean that.”

“I..I don't think I want them right now.. But I do want them with you eventually.” You whisper, and Simon leans in kissing you. His hands cupping the sides of your face.

“Then that's what you’ll get. Whenever you’re ready. “

You rest your hands on the side of his face, “but until then… how about until then we get some practice in…” you whisper, and pull Simon in for a kiss. Simon smiles into the kiss, before he slides you under him. Holding himself up off you as he nips at your lips. 

“I think practicing is a good idea,”

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He Comforts You - Shu 💜

Shu Yamino x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿. ⏌

✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | 💜 You comfort him

✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort

✧ — Word count: 515 | Ao3

Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.

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From the second you’d woken up, it had become pretty obvious that it was going to be a low-energy day. Thankfully, no plans had been made for today and you could try to rest as much as possible. How this had all led you to stand in your kitchen looking down at the counter, you had no clue. However, trying to remember why the hell you’d come in here… your mind had totally blanked, thoughts clouded with static. Giving up on trying to remember, you decided to make your way back to the bedroom.

However, as you get closer to the bedroom, you can hear your boyfriend talking. Now standing outside of it, you try to recall if he had a stream to do today, but come up blank. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you push the door open and peek inside.

Almost immediately, Shu catches the movement out of the corner of his eye. “Oh hey, babe.” Turning his head towards you, he smiles and gestures for you to enter the room. “Not streaming, if you’re worried about that. We’re just playing for fun.” Amethyst eyes flicker back to the screen and a bashful giggle falls from his lips. “They all say hi.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips and you give a small wave before realizing they can’t see you. This causes Shu to laugh harder as you immediately hide your face in your hands. As the sorcerer explains what happened, you shuffle closer to him. Once you reach his side, you give his hoodie a light tug. His eyes meet yours and it’s then that he seems to realize what’s happening. With quick movements, he excuses himself for a second before muting his mic and giving you his full attention. “Blue day?” He asks, tone gentle. When you nod, he continues, “What can I do to help?”

“Can I–” you hesitate, worried that this might be too inconvenient for him, your gaze falling to the floor. A hand wrapping around yours breaks your line of thought as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “Um, can I sit in your lap while you play? I think your body heat would really help me right now.”

With zero hesitation, Shu moves his mic out of the way before completely turning his chair around so you have enough space to climb into his lap. And you waste no time doing so. Once you are settled, face buried against his shoulder, he shifts back around to face his computer. He pulls his mic just close enough to pick up his voice and unmutes.

As he continued to play more rounds with his friends, whenever he died or they waited for a new round to start, one of his hands always found its way back to drawing soothing circles along your back or stroking over the back of your head.

Eventually, you feel yourself drift off, and in your last conscious moment, you feel his lips press against the crown of your head. Their softness blessing you with sweet dreams.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

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▀▄▀▄▀▄The Weight of Stones▄▀▄▀▄▀ (𝚐𝚗!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙾𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

I am so sorry this was requested back in October and I'm just now uploading it- but please enjoy! Just a heads up- as I'm invisioning this, they are closer to step 3 then the step 2 prolouge, so this kinda like an inbetween chapter I guess.

(Heads up- as I'm writing this, I've noticed that this is gonna hit really close to home for some since it gets pretty heavy into the angst part of hurt-comfort. Please be careful while reading.)

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

It was painfully obvious for those who paid attention, and even for those who barely kept tabs on it- Qiu Lin and Tamarack Baumann...they don't get along. Everyone in the small town of Golden Grove knew it, including the one who stood between the two- MC Second. Those closest to MC, mainly their mother, could see the way they constantly tried to hold the cul-de-sac trio together, grasping at straws to keep what little of their childhood friendship remained.

However- their effort has been proven futile time and time again. And we all know the saying: 'the straw that breaks the camel's back'. Eventually, they to would break down- no matter how strong or tight they held onto their apathetic mask.

(𝙼𝙲'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎)

It felt like I was drowning, no longer in control of my own body as I was forced to watch my two friends stare daggers at each other. The world around me was muffled, they were saying things at each other and yet I couldn't understand the words they were saying- I only knew that it wasn't good, they were fighting. Over what? I hadn't the slightest clue, it's just been this way- for awhile now.

I'm so tired.

My body was strained, being pulled towards two opposing sides- yet wanting nothing but the past laughter and fun we had as children. Exhaustion swallows me whole as I slowly, quietly, and completely unnoticed as I walk away from the two. I just wanted to go home at this point- and yet? The house that was once filled with joy and laughter, echoing down the hall as we told each other stories and kept each other up way past our bedtimes, no longer felt the same. It was cold, quiet, and yet somehow welcoming- the silence was always better than the muffled screaming of others.

This was the first time they'd let themselves genuinely argue in front of me, normally they kept their time with me as a neutral space- a cease from the firing of guns. Sure their slight jabs at each other never faded, but even so- that could be considered playful banter. Or at least that's what my mind told itself- what I told myself, just so I could attempt to rest easy at night.

Maybe this was my fault, they only started fighting because I kept pushing them to be around each other. Had I just...let them drift apart this wouldn't have happened, they would've lived on without needing to communicate with each other- but no. I had to be selfish. I just had to make things worse didn't I?

I entered my house, removing any extra layers I had put on today- carelessly putting them on the couch and floors along with my bag before heading upstairs. The weight of anything unessential felt burdensome, I didn't even lock the front door behind me- I couldn't find the motivation too. Once in my room I threw my shoes into a corner, flopping face first into my bed- grasping a pillow close to my chest as it became hard to breath.

I wanted to scream, but I once again- couldn't find the motivation, as tears streamed down my face.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

Shortly after MC had walked away, Tamarack and Qiu realized the absence of their mutual friend. Worry struck them both, despite Qiu not outwardly showing it like Tamarack so willingly did. "Where did MC go?" she asked- mainly to herself as she looked around, hoping to spot the bridge that kept the trio together. Autumn shrugged, looking around lazily- they didn't show it willingly but worry was burried deep in their heart. "Maybe they finally got sick of you, I dunno know." they proded, almost eliciting a snap response from Tamarack.

She may not be willing to stand up for herself normally, but she definetely wouldn't let Qiu- of all people, make her doubt the closeness between her and MC. After all- they were bestfriends, right? Since the second day they've known each other and they both confirmed it. That hadn't changed...right? She shook her head quickly, glaring at the taller of the two. "Or they got sick of you finally. I can't understand how they stick around you after all this time!" she responds before pinching the bridge of her nose with a groan.

"Y'know what? I'm going to find MC and apologize for letting your stupid remarks get to me in front of them, if you're tagging along then I highly suggest keeping up." she says before walking away, towards MC's house- hoping that'd be where she'd find her friend. Autumn rolled their eyes and followed after her, not caring all too much about apologizing but worried for their friend- one of the few people who they kept around in this difficult time for themself.

By the time the duo had gotten to MC's house, the sun had set- the sky being dark and the threat of rain became extremely apparent as heavy storm clouds rolled in over the town. The feeling of electricity in the air mixed with their worry made them both far more anxious to know if MC really was within the walls before them. Tamarack knocked, receiving no answer and only boosting Qiu's nerves. Neither of them liked how it felt detrimental to get into the building quickly, almost like a rush of adrenaline shooting through them both simultaneously. Autumn nudged past Tamarack, their expression shifting from their relaxed front to anxiety in an instant- they reached for the handle and tried to open it.

Seeing the door creak open, revealing a dark and quiet house was terrifying. Leaving too much room for their imaginations to wander, especially with the door unlocked- had something happened? Tamarack flicked on the light, quickly spotting the mess of clothes and a bag that remained untouched in the living room. A slight relief ran through her as she was now certain that her assumption of MC going home had been correct, but when the soft sound of dry sobbing came from upstairs the two made eye contact with one another. Worry etched across both of their faces, a mutual agreement to not jab at each other for the time being was made without words.

Slowly the two went up the stairs, locating the source of the crying. Hearing mumbles of things such as:

"It's my fault..."

"I'm so selfish..."

"I just wanted to be happy..."

The voice was hoarse and muffled by a pillow. Looking into the room, Qiu and Tamarack saw something that broke both of their hearts. MC was curled into a ball, laying on their side, clutching a pillow like a life line, shivering, and crying. Most beyond their small trio would've never seen something like this, they were always so optimistic about things and their mask was as hard as stone. Rarely had the cracks gotten bad enough for the mask to completely shatter and allowed them to break down like this, they were the strong one- no matter their muscle mass.

Hearing them degrading themself, blaming themself for the two not getting along- even going as far to see themself as selfish for wishing for the past... It triggered something in Autumn, the person they relied so heavily on day after day had been hurting and they too had been far too blind to see it- it made them feel incredibly guilty, they had been the selfish ones. Not MC. Tears pricked the corners of their eyes as they slowly entered the room as quietly as possible- yearning to comfort them as much as possible.

Tamarack's reaction had been similar- she didn't want to believe that she had been so neglectful of her best friend's needs, but the proof was right in front of her. It clicked in the back of both of their minds in an instant- they both had been bad friends. Without realizing it they turned their rivalry of sorts into a larger priority than their friendship with MC. Now knowing just how much they'd affected their friend's mental health, they wanted nothing but to take it all back.

Once she broke from her shock- Tamarack moved quickly, faster than she had intended, getting onto MC's bed and pulling them in her chest- holding them tightly as her own tears spilled from her eyes. Stunned, MC froze- looking to see Qiu approaching slowly and hearing the choked sobs coming from Tamarack. Once Autumn had finally gotten to the bed, they sat down on the edge and grabbed MC's hand gently- massaging their knuckles lightly, something MC had done for them in the past to calm their nerves.

It felt like an enternity went by at the trio cried together- one crying silently, the other with their voice already hoarse from previous events, and the other much more vocal about their sarrow. Once it had calmed down, tears now dry and everything was out- Qiu was the first to speak, voice soft and slightly shaking from all the emotions.

"MC...We are so...so sorry for ignoring your needs, we prioritized our stupid rivalry over our friendship with you- I see now that we have been really bad friends to you. You shouldn't have to chose between us. You aren't selfish for wanting things to be as they were before. I am so sorry for not seeing the warning signs that you needed help too..." they explained, clutching MC's hand tightly- their partially gloved hands cold and shaking slightly. The cold inside only amplified but the chill and rain from the out, making MC realize that they hadn't bothered to turn on the heater once they got home.

Tamarack slowly let them go, rubbing under her eyes with her sweater sleeve to try to clear the crust left behind by the tears that were shed. "I- I'm sorry too MC. We're supposed to be your best friends, and not even I noticed what you were going through. I thought...I dunno- I just." she took a moment to restabilize herself before she cried again. "I was a bad friend to you as well MC, and I am so sorry if we accidentally made you feel unimportant or selfish because of our stupid inability to get along. We care a lot for you, but I'm pretty sure we'd both understand if you need space from us both for awhile."

Her approach was professional, but her voice betrayed her harshly as she couldn't withhold the shakyness of it. A habit she had attempted to pick up from MC- using professionalism to hide true emotion in situations, though she was never very good at it. MC however- was somewhat of a master at it, having used it whenever Tamarack's brother had shown up to see her unannounced.

MC hesitated for a moment before pulling the two in for a hug, they had been shaking for a while- though it had calmed down, their nerves still felt a bit fried at the moment. They didn't say much when they spoke, Autumn's arms wrapped around their torso gently and Tamarack's wrapped loosely above their shoulders, but their voice was soft- a calm breeze despite the storm outside.

"Thank you...both of you." that was all they could say in the moment, keeping the two opposite personalities close as their exhaustion reached peak compacity. "We'll...we'll stay here until Ms. Second gets home, go ahead and rest. I promise we won't fight like that anymore." Qiu's voice was soft as Tamarack nodded in agreement, all three were tired now.

However- as the three slept, it marked a new chapter. Sure the two wouldn't always get along, but they swore never to allow themselves to fight like how they had been- especially if it risked their mutual friendships.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,963

[arc-misadventures]

Horror Games

Jaune was a streamer, going by the name: Crescent Knight. And, today he was playing a relaxing game of, ‘Shadows of Doubt.’

Jaune: Okay… Fingerprints collected. Addresses collected. Any, and all information on the victim has been collected, and yet we have no clue who murdered this poor sod.

GoldenDragon: It was the butler!

RedReaper: No, it was the maid!

Jaune: I don’t think there is a maid, or a butler character in the game. You two.

GoldenDragon: I can dream, Harold!

Jaune: Hehe~! That you can. Ahh, my characters hungry. Lets see, what we should have today…?

TeaLotus: Noodles.

ThunderThighs: Pancakes!

Jaune: There are no pancakes, ThunderThighs, sorry.

ThunderThighs: WHAT?!!

ThunderThighs: This game sucks!

Jaune: Hehehe. What is with you, and your weird obsession with pancakes?

Jaune: Let’s see… 147th street…?!

A howling cry soon emanates form his speakers, causing, Jaune to look at the chat feed.

Jaune: Hey, thanks, GoddessofVictory for subscribing for…? (Whistles~!) Whoa… 14 months! Thank you! And, you sent me a message too…Let’s see… “Crescent, have you decided to do anymore collab streams with any other streamers soon?” Collab streams, eh? Well, Emerald Guardian, and I are planning on playing a few games later, but we need a few more people to play before we can do that. So… Maybe, hopefully soon.

ShadowNinja: Oh! Are you two going to be crossing swords soon~?

Jaune: Hilarious, Ninja, absolutely hilarious…

ShadowNinja: Let me enjoy my otp dammit!

AngelofSnow: We know you’re dating, let us enjoy this!

Jaune: Sheesh, can’t you guys get your own love life to be interested in. Not mine you sad, lonely people?

RedReaper: Ouch.

IceCreamShortstack: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

GoldenDragon: That hurts dude.

Jaune: Oh, we…

: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Lamb…?

TeaLotus: Did anyone else hear a scream?

CoffeeAddict: Was that Emerald Guardian?

BunbunBunny: Is she okay?

Jaune: Yeah, that was, Emerald Guardian, chat. She’s playing some sort of horror game.

Jaune: …

Jaune: I don’t think she’s winning…

CoffeeAddict: I don’t think so.

RedReaper: Sounds like she died during a jump scare.

Jaune: Yeah, probably. I don’t understand why she’s playing one of those game. She doesn’t watch horror films, because she can’t handle them, I don’t watch them because I’m bored by them. So, why is she playing those kind of games?!

GoldenDragon: Because it’s fun?

GoddesofVictory: People like to be scared.

Jaune: I know that, but…

(Click)

Jaune: Hmm?

Jaune swiveled in his chair, allow the chat to see the back of his chair as he addressed the new arrival in his room.

Jaune: Jessica? You okay?

ShadowNinja: Oh, are we going to have some juicy Emerald Knight moments!

IceCreamShortstack: 😘😘😘

AngelofSnow: Hell yeah!

Jaune: Do you need…? Hey, what are you… Ooph?!

ThunderThighs: Oohhh~! Sounds like something interesting is happening~!

GoddessofVictory: This should be good!

Jaune: Uhh… You okay?

Jessica: No…

Jaune: Did something scary happen?

Jessica: Yes…

Jaune: Okay… Do you want to stay here for a while then?

Jessica: Please?

Jaune: Stay as long as you want then. Now, lets get back to it.

Jaune swivelled in his chair so he was facing the camera again, and he showed himself sitting in his chair with his girlfriend, Jessica, the Emerald Guardian hugging him tightly, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she sat on him.

GoddessofVictory: OH MY GODS!!!

IceCreamLover: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ShadowNinja: YES! All my fantasies are coming true!!!

BunBunBunny: Oh that is so precious!

CoffeeAddict: That’s so fucking adorable!

KnightBat: Hey, has anyone seem, Emerald Knight?

SuperMan: She left her game after that last jump scare.

GoldenDragon: Look for yourself.

RedReaper: ❤️ This is so cute!!! ❤️

AmazonianQueen: OH MY GODS!!! She hugging him like a koala! That is so precious!

Jaune: Hehe~! Ladies, and gentlemen: The benefits of a small girlfriend.

Jaune smiled for the camera before giving his Smol girlfriend a kiss, causing the chat feed to explode with hearts, and happy comments.

Jaune: Alright then, where were we…? Ahh yes. Murder~!

[mayhem-neverending]

The Big Bad Wolf

Part XV

Word Count: 2,995

Warnings: canon violence

Note: Happy Valentine's day! :) I couldn't work today, so I pumped this ol' thing out.

The press of your soft lips lingered against Obito’s skin. It was welcomed at first, and it should have left him on cloud nine for hours afterward, but his mind could never let him soar so high. 

His mind only steered his thoughts to the last kiss he had received before your’s. A flash of red, a bright smile; his memory was of Kushina pressing a kiss to the apple of his cheek. She was congratulating him for making chunin. She stepped backward into the waiting embrace of Minato-Sensei, and the two of them proudly grinned down at his little eleven-year old self. 

He remembered the sense of pride and accomplishment filling his chest. He remembered the feeling of warmth and belonging as he looked up at their happy faces. That feeling was washed away by the swirling image of Kushina screaming in pain and horror as he extracted the Nine Tails from her stomach.

He tried to push it away, to escape the haunting image and chase those smiling faces, but all he could see was her tired, vulnerable state. She opened her mouth in his vision, and his ears rang with the sound of her pained screams. 

A wave of nausea washed over him. Her screaming reverberated in his eardrums as he stumbled to the side of the path and fell to his knees. His guilt manifested itself in sudden, violent heaving. 

“Obito?” Your alarmed voice barely reached his hunched over form. 

Everything he had just eaten came up, burning his throat with every heave. He could hardly get a breath in; almost didn’t register your hand delicately coming to rest on his upper back as you silently supported him from behind. Your concern only made his guilt worsen, and his gasping for air intensified. He wanted to push you away, but all he could do was empty his stomach onto the frozen ground in front of him.

…

He refused to speak after that incident. He only wiped himself off with shaking hands and continued walking like nothing had happened. It wasn’t like he could explain himself to you; he was sure your look of horror would have matched his memory of Kushina’s. 

You took the lead, periodically checking behind you to gauge his emotions. For a long while, silent tears streamed down his reddened cheeks. Eventually, though, the tears ended and he was only left with puffy red eyes.

You walked well into the night, silent except for the sound of your footsteps on the rocky path. It wasn’t snowy here, between the tall, rolling hills, so you kicked bits of gravel along the way just to fill the air with something other than your companion’s quietude.

His refusal to speak bothered you almost as much as his tears. It left your mind to run itself in circles. He wasn’t necessarily acting coldly, but he was withdrawn. What bothered you most is that you didn’t have a clue what happened, and couldn’t pinpoint an exact moment where something went wrong.

Under the light provided by the crescent moon, you spotted a cluster of trees. It was a small wooded area, but it would provide more cover that the long grasses for the night. You veered off the path and found a spot in the trees where a sliver of moonlight illuminated the ground between the branches. It was just enough to be workable, and you used it to start setting up the tent. 

“Fire?” Obito croaked in his unused voice.

“Not tonight,”

You allowed him to help you raise the tent and stake the corners into the ground. You crawled in with both of your packs as he was finishing with the last one. You set your things up exactly how they had been the previous night, not allowing Obito the chance to distance himself further from you. 

He entered and zipped up the tent flap behind him, turning to eye the conjoined sleeping bags dubiously. He was slow to approach as you crawled into it, a few words on the tip of his tongue, all of which refused to make it past his lips. 

He slipped in beside you after shedding his outer layers, still lost in thought. He was only returned to the present by your gentle touch against his shoulder preventing him from turning onto his side to face away from you. 

“Hey,” you said softly, the tone tickling his ears. 

He met your worried eyes fully with his tired red ones. You brought your hand up to cup the scarred side of his handsome face, your thumb resting beneath his puffy eye. You brushed your thumb across his skin and he gulped, averting his eyes from the intensity behind your gaze. He didn’t know why he was letting you treat him so delicately when he vehemently felt he didn’t deserve it.

“Did I do something wrong?” You made yourself sound small, knowing that if he was faced with how upset you were, you were more likely to get a real answer from him.

“No,” his abrupt tone cut through the still air of the tent.

A low sigh escaped his lips. “You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just.. Me,”

Your brows furrowed and you swiped your thumb soothingly across his cheekbone, his weight resting in your palm. “Why are you so upset with yourself?”

His eyelids fluttered shut and he inhaled deeply. He willed himself to stay calm and not let another tear escape, if he had any left, at your tender treatment. Instead of choosing the real reason his mind had been plagued the last few hours, he led with what his first concern had been. 

“I… scared you, earlier,” he admitted defeatedly.

You blinked in surprise. The movement of your thumb momentarily ceased and you considered him with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Hesitantly, you replied, “You did,”

“But, that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you, if that’s what you’re concerned about,”

He placed his hand over your wrist, and the silver chain suppressing his chakra peeked out beneath his long-sleeve. He studied for a moment and vice versa. You weren’t dumb, you were well aware that was only a fragment of the problem. If it had been the main issue, he would have been upset before the two of you dug into your lunches. You guessed that he had some thought that made him spiral, and that was the real issue at hand. 

“You’re too trusting,” he said in a scolding manner. 

“Is that so?”

He let out a short, self-deprecating laugh. “I could easily hurt you, y’know?”

You traced down the bridge of his nose with the thumb that had been stroking his cheek. And, with your heart beating irregularly, boldly swiped it across his bottom lip. You watched him shiver as his eyes bore into yours. You traced upwards again, along one of his scars before resting once again beneath his eye. 

“You would never purposefully hurt me, Obito,”

Your trust and unwavering faith in him were clear as crystal in your even tone; leaving no room for argument. It cut him right through his core and left a ringing in his ears. 

“How do you know?” He asked shakily. 

“Because, the Obito I know doesn’t have it in him to,”

You looked at him squarely, your voice low and full of conviction. “The version of you that was capable of cruelty exists as no more than a memory, now,”

Obito could only let his jaw slacken, openly staring at you as he tried to process your words, his heart thundering in his chest. You watched as miniscule expression changes flickered across his face. After a while, he gently pulled your hand from his face and placed it next to your side. 

“Thank you,”

He laid on his back and you mirrored his movements. Your shoulders touched beneath the covers and the two of you stared at the roof of the tent. Eventually, you grabbed your flashlight and flicked it off. 

“Get some rest. You’ll need your energy for tomorrow,”

He hummed, and you prayed into the darkness that he would follow your direction.

…

You guiltily woke him between bouts of soft snoring before the sun had even had a chance to rise the next morning. You were too restless to wait any longer, and wanted to make it not long after the sun rose. 

Obito groggily got himself up and was little help with deconstructing the tent. Evan as you started back on the trail he lagged behind, which was impressive considering how much longer his legs were than yours. It took a full half hour for him to wake up enough to keep pace with you.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you teased when he finally fell into step beside you.

“Morning,” he grumbled.

“You know, while you were sleeping I was thinking…” you trailed off.

He glanced down at you. “About?”

“Well, I was wondering if you were going to let your clan die with you,” you mused quietly.

Obito stopped in his tracks. “What?”

“You’re the last one. Are you going to let the clan die out?” You continued walking, knowing he would catch up shortly.

“I’m not the last one, Sasuke is alive, too,” he replied in a low tone when he returned to your side.

You raised a brow and then chuckled. “Considering he and Naruto are getting married next year, I’d say he doesn’t really count,”

“He and.. What? Since when? I mean, we all saw it comin’ but..”

“A couple months after the war. Naruto didn’t tell you?”

“No, not at all,” he replied grumpily.

“Huh, the kid is shouting about his love constantly, that really surprises me,”

Obito didn’t respond. You glanced over and caught a hint of a pout on his lips. 

“So, you didn’t answer my question,”

He grunted. “Whether I want to or not doesn’t matter. Who’s going to willingly have my children?” 

“You’d be surprised,” you pressed on. “I mean, your genetic ability is impressive. I’m sure plenty of people would be more than happy to get a slice of that,”

He scoffed. “I think you’re forgetting something,”

“What?”

“I would have to.. Y’know… impregnate someone,” He winced at his own wording.

You giggled. “Y’make a little bit of unprotected sex sound like a bad thing. Has it really been that long for you?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“That long?”

“Since you had sex,”

Obito’s walking turned oddly stiff and he refused to meet your gaze when you looked over at him. He answered you under his breath so you couldn’t hear it.

“Huh?” You inched closer to hear him better.

He cleared his throat. “I haven’t,”

You looked at him with obvious shock. “You haven’t had sex?”

He shot you a glare and shook his head in confirmation. He turned his vision firmly to the gravel beneath his feet. You certainly weren’t expecting that. He was a powerful, handsome man; if you had entertained the idea of sleeping with him, other people certainly had to. 

You remained quiet as you considered his words. Maybe he was asexual? Or was he saving himself for marriage? It had to be a purposeful avoidance on his part, that you were sure of. You thought of your own sexual life as a side note, and landed on the idea that maybe you should have waited for marriage, too, if that was his case.

“You think I’m a loser,” Obito stated. 

You whipped your head around to look at his side profile. “No, not at all. Well, I think you’re a loser for other reasons -” You grinned and saw the corner of his lip twitch up. “I was just wondering.. How?”

He huffed out a dramatic sigh. “Between living in a cave, impersonating someone else for all of my interactions with other people, wearing a mask, and losing my first love, and acting out Madara’s evil plan, I just didn’t have the time or want,”

You hummed. “Yeah, that’ll keep you tied up, for sure,”

You actually hated the little niggling in the back of your mind that was excitement and intrigue. You hadn’t considered yourself someone with a corruption kink, but the image your mind conjured would certainly be considered something along those lines. You set that aside and made note of the part about lost love, which you remembered as somethin Kakashi had told you about. 

“I’m not judging you for it, just so you know,”

He opened his mouth and closed it, opting to drop the conversation while you were giving him an out. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you continued on through the darkness.

…

At about an hour or two outside of your destination, the weak winter sun began its ascent in the sky. The severity of the situation resettled onto your shoulders in increments equal to the path of the rising sun. The town of Bacial came into view shortly after the first rays of light dusted the long, tan, dormant grasses of the surrounding hills. It was bigger than you remembered, the buildings rising higher in the sky and more than one main road now visible leading out of the town. Hina’s aunt lived in the more rural, southern outskirts, where you two were coming in from, and you hoped there hadn’t been significant changes to the street or population in that area. 

A strange sense of relief and apprehension mingled in your gut, causing hot and cold flashes across your body and sweat to spring up under your arms. Your pace increased. 

You and Obito made small talk now that you were closer so that you were distracted from the increasing pressure you felt on your shoulders. The town loomed larger and time slowed so that seconds felt like minutes, and the rest of your walk was torturously slow right up until you were at the outskirts of town. You tried to appear calm and collected as you attempted recalling exactly how to get to the house. You wracked your brain for memories of what it looked like, and could only come up with a red roof and the first two numbers on the house: twelve. 

You reached out and took Obito’s hand, just as you had when you reached the last town. You told him what you remembered and the two of you were on the search. 

You led him down a few vaguely familiar streets, trying not to seem too lost. You recalled when you and Hina were just little girls, and you had been forced to memorize the street names because Hina kept getting the two of you lost, and kids that were late coming home for dinner didn’t get to have dessert. You smiled at the memory. 

Instinctively, you turned right at the next intersection, and at the end of the street you spotted a small yellow house with a red roof. It took every bit of self restraint you had not to break into a sprint. 

As you continued, Obito made sure to hold you back when your pace started to get a little too quick. Rationally, you wanted to thank him, but emotionally, well, you didn’t have very kind words for him. Only when you had approached the short front gate did he let go of you. 

It was only waist-height, so you easily hopped it and ran through the overgrown grass to the front door, only briefly checking to see that the house number matched your memory. You banged your fist against the door, much more frantically than you had wanted to sound. It opened a moment later to a confused graying woman who you recognized despite the many years that had worn down her features.

“Aunt Daina, so good to see you! Do you remember me?”

A crashing noise sounded from somewhere in the house, and a very pregnant Hina came waddling as fast as she could to the door. She cried, “Y/n!”

She nearly pushed her aunt down coming over to hug you. You embraced her awkwardly, trying your best not to squish her belly. Aunt Daina watched the whole interaction with confusion. You let go of Hina and gently pushed her back into the house so that you and Obito could shut the door behind you. 

Hina clung to your arm. With wide eyes and a trembling voice, she said, “Thank the heavens you’re here,”

Tears fell from her already bloodshot eyes. Deep purple hung beneath them, and as you took a closer look, you realized she likely hadn’t slept or showered since you had spoken to her over the phone. Her long black hair hung in a ratty mess down her back and around her face, like she had been twisting and pulling it without stopping. 

You shushed her. “It’s okay, I’m here now. Just like I promised you,”

You two embraced once more, and you heard her aunt start asking Obito who you were, while treating him like a long time friend and patting his back. In Hina’s ear, you asked, “Have you showered?”

She shook her head. “Okay, we need to do that now. I can’t have you traveling and looking like this. It’ll look like we kidnapped you or something,”

She nodded and you led her to the bathroom. You helped her undress and step over the lip of the tub. “Do you have your things packed?”

“Yes, two bags. They’re in the living room, next to the couch,” She sniffled.

You sighed out in relief. “Perfect,”

You shut the shower curtain. “I’m going to-”

“Don’t leave! Please, can you just sit on the toilet and talk to me? I don’t want to be alone,” She begged, poking her head out of the shower..

Your heart could have snapped in two at the way her usually happy green eyes looked wild with desperation. With a soothing voice, you said, “Of course, I’ll stay,”

Part XVI

Tag List: @mostlyunsure, @humongousdreamlandbear, @ichaichahatake, @mandy-yeager, @detectivestucks

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Play It Out (1)

Eddie Munson didn't have the best track record when it came to predicting what would happen to him. He hadn't expected to be wanted for murder. He'd had no clue that he'd heroically swim to another dimension to save the reformed asshole Steve Harrington. He'd never would have guessed that he'd be nearly nibbled to death by flesh-eating vampire creatures from the said dimension, only to be carried home and brought back to life by the said ex-jock. Finding himself in the middle of a telekinetic fight with a knife taped to a broom handle and a spiked trash bin lid was also pretty far away from what he'd assumed his life would be. So yeah, as far as Eddie Munson was concerned, life could no longer surprise him.

And yet, when Steve greeted him in the Family Video and calmly told Eddie that the VHS tape in front of him was supposedly haunted, he once again had no fucking clue what to say.

"Haunted," he repeated and licked his lips. The scar running through the corner of his mouth was still somewhat foreign to him, but the discomfort faded in comparison to having yet another supernatural bullshit on his hands. Maybe. Robin wasn't there, she was taking her first baby steps in college, and so Eddie was allowed to panic.

Steve just nodded in that bored, bitchy way that Eddie secretly adored. "So the lady said. Haunted. Cursed. She also said she no longer needed it."

Eddie scrunched his eyebrows and poked the tape with his cigarette box. "...the fuck. Doesn't look haunted to me."

"How'd you even tell that the tape is haunted, Munson? It's not like it's printed on the box or has cursed stickers on." But Steve wasn't too keen on touching the thing either, keeping a respectful distance from the counter.

Snorting, Eddie leaned against the counter - but still far away enough from the VHS tape. "Aren't you the expert on supernatural shit? I'm practically a newbie here. An...occasional paranormal enthusiast to your bat-wielding badass monster slayer."

"Flatterer." Oooh, there was a wink. That flirty wink. That stupidly flirty wink of those stupidly pretty eyes behind the stupidly pretty eyelashes. Why stupidly? Because all of this had been making Eddie stupid for months - weeks of constantly being watched over by Steve in the hospital, more weeks of learning how to walk on his own again in Steve's house and then months of hanging out together, hopeless flirting and inevitable falling for his straighter-than-arrow friend. Such a typical Munson thing to do.

Shifting his focus away from the way Steve's hair fell to the side and touched those stupidly pretty moles on his cheek, Eddie poked the tape again. "Dunno, maybe it should float or something? If we threaten to...um. Exorcise it?"

Steve, the brave soul he was, finally reached out and grabbed the tape. "I don't think I can survive the embarrassment of sprinkling holy water on a collection of short and poorly animated fairy tales," he smirked, showing Eddie the sticker on the tape - prince Charming on a horse, wooing whichever unlucky princess found herself in his way. "I'll just rewind it. Shame, it's so boring today I'd take a curse object over another..." he glanced towards the clock, "five hours in this land of boredom."

"Well, Stevie..." Eddie should have known this was a stupid idea. He should have been older, smarter. But he was also bored out of his mind, Wayne was working and everyone was busy with something or other and Eddie's job wouldn't start it one more week. "If you're so sure, why don't we watch it?"

Steve's smirk grew even more, but there was no malice in it. "You want to watch fairy tales with me?"

"Can it be worse than the endless stream of romantic comedies or worse, romantic tragedies that you've been watching throughout February and the flower and chocolate filled hellscape of a holiday?" he sniped back, batting his eyelashes at him. "I don't think so. Besides, Vecna is dead and with his flair for dramatics, I hardly think he'd choose Beauty and the Beast as his revival movie. And if it has some genuine demons. Well. Nothing your big bat can't handle."

They were still laughing and chatting about what kind of a malevolent spirit could be haunting an animated tape with princesses, dwarves and glass slippers.

They were still snickering when they pressed play on the remote and a sickeningly sweet theme song announced the first story.

Their amusement slightly faded when they started feeling dizzy and like something was pulling them into the screen.

And they absolutely didn't find it funny when they suddenly found themselves in a weird castle, all dark and menacing, and why the fuck was there a teapot scurrying around and a candle holder whispering to it?! Steve's hair was suddenly much puffier and wilder and Eddie really wanted to comment on that, except-

"Hey Eddie, why are you wearing a corset?"

Part 2

[maddithefangirl]

Things Unsaid (Azriel x Reader) Part 2

Warnings: AnGsT

Prompt: “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “But you did! You did.”

a/n: When getting requests for a part two I had no clue where I was going to take this story, but I really enjoy how it turned out. xo

Part 1

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“If I’m so bad, why are you still here?” “Because I fucking love you.” Those words hang in the air for a long time before you even think to respond. All you can think to say is, “Get out.”

The moment he leaves, you regret not listening to him, but he hurt you… he really hurt you. There was nothing that was going to change that. You call for Mor as you start crying. You had been in this relationship for 50 years… how could you throw all of that away? Both Mor and Nesta come to your side. You really needed their comfort right now. They lay you down on the couch. Mor sets your head in her lap as Nesta sits on the floor to face you and grabs your ever-shaking hands, “Don’t worry, Cass isn’t getting away with this either.” That surprises a chuckle out of you mid-sob. 

You have never felt so broken in your life. 

…

You don’t remember falling asleep until you wake up to thin streams of light shining onto your face. The couch is hard beneath you as all the aches and pains come in full force. It feels like the worst hangover you have ever had then memories hit you all at once. 

Your heart ached. You willed yourself to get up before anyone saw you. As you made your way to the spare room you always know is set up, a stray tear fell down your cheek. You managed not to run into anyone on your way thank goodness. You didn’t want any more pity than you were already getting. It was humiliating for your closest friends to find out that information before you did. You always imagined that relationship problems lived behind closed doors… but you didn’t know you had relationship problems until now. 

There was a chilling breeze that came in from the open window. Even though you just woke up, you decided that a nap was in order. 

…

Azriel fucked up. Big time. He spent all night pacing in your shared townhouse. What was he going to do? He just might have ruined the one good thing he had in his life. 

The crisp morning air nipped at his skin as he continued to pace. He let his deepest secret out of the bag last night, and although it was definitely due to the alcohol he had no business sharing that, even with his brother. That was something he meant to go to the grave with. Damn, there was no fixing this. 

Az decided he was going to go talk to you today whether you wanted to see him or not. 

…

It was afternoon by the time you woke up to the sounds of yelling coming from the living room. All you heard from the other room was, “Get the fuck out of here, she doesn’t want to see you,” from who you can only assume is Mor. Fuck, he’s here. You were not ready for this conversation you knew needed to happen. 

If you were going to have this conversation, it was going to be on your terms. So, you got up and started running a nice hot bath. He can wait. 

By the time you’re bathed and dressed you had semi-mentally prepared yourself for the conversation. You were going to be strong no matter what. You braided your hair and put on your favorite outfit as you made your way to the living room. 

He was stood by the large windows looking out over the city with his hands clasped behind his back. His shadows came to wrap around your ankles and up your legs until they settled along your shoulders. The sun was setting over the city as you watched him turn around and check you out. Typical. “Y/N, my dove, we need to talk,” he said quiet enough just for you to hear it. 

“Well I’m here aren’t I?”

“Look, I made a mistake… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

“But you did! You did.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I meant for that to go with me to the grave… It was never meant to get out. 

“What do you mean you were going to take it to the grave? What happened to, I don’t know, honesty and trust? Did you really think you could get away with this?”

You ended that question with your hands over your chest and you head raised high. He was not going to get the best of you. 

“Wha- What I meant was that it wasn’t an issue for me so that’s why I never brought it up.” He feels tears in his eyes but he won’t let them fall.

“Well obviously it is an issue if you go and tell Cassian! I cannot believe you. I can’t trust you! Give me one good reason to stay.”

“I love you… Isn’t that reason enough?”

“No, no it’s not.”

...

Part 3

Part 2 Taglist: @psychobookaholic

[pony-central]

The PuzzleVision Theory

Hey, my fellow SMG4 fans and Theorists. I'm here today to talk about something that all of the fandom are trying to work out. The mystery of this PuzzleVision stuff that's been happening. So, let's talk about it. Keep in mind, we're gonna get to the analysis of the SMG34/SMG43 ship, don't worry.

So, in the trailer for the IGBP movie, we can see that the characters have been upgraded again. TBH, the designs are more nicer. Then we get to the ending of the trailer. We can see just how intense it's gotten. SMG4 looked like he was on the brink of insanity.

"It's gotta be perfect. It's gotta be perfect! IT'S GOTTA BE PERFECT!!!" was the Wham Line of the trailer, as it made him look more terrifying. Speaking of that, we get to the movie itself.

We know that SMG4 was corrupted by the keyboard. And we also see the tiny TV icon asking him to rate their experience after he's free from the grasp of the keyboard. This is our first hint of Mr Puzzles, and his scheme, which makes him the main storyline's villain.

In the WOTFI 2023 Mission Prep stream, we can see the boys planning the heist to get SMG3's Notebook back from Mario and Marty. What if Mr Puzzles was corrupting Mario to taking the Notebook, too? Well, you'd be wrong.

During the course of the entire WOTFI 2023 special, we find out that Marty was told that there was a secret pizza recipe in the notebook.

We get a glimpse of Marty's office in the TF2 video, and it doesn't look that menacing, right? Ha ha ha. WRONG! In WOTFI 2023, the place is overloaded with traps and heavy weaponry that can kill anyone who dares to trespass.

It is at the end of WOTFI 2023 that we get our first real look at Mr Puzzles. We can see that he looks pretty menacing. We'll get more into his depth RN.

So, during the whole of "No TV Make Mario Not Okie Dokie", the power goes out, and everyone freaks out. The crew all try to find a source of energy, until the end when the power comes back on. Happy ending, right? Ha ha ha. Nope. Turns out that the TV appears downstairs for some reason. But this is important, as it shows us that the next chapter of The Showgrounds Saga has begun.

The first of five shows is a Blue's Clues parody, which shows us that the crew are being forced against their will to put on a good show. "Mario's Mysteries" is about SMG4 and Dog Mario attempting to "solve" the mystery on where the spaghetti is.

So we get our first shot of Mr Puzzles in this Five-Episode Mini-series called PuzzleVision. He appears with a red outline, as he plans to make the show as perfect as he can. Huh. Sound familiar? (insert Insane SMG4 here)

It is here that we get our first clue that everything isn't normal. We see Meggy, Tari and SMG3 all stuck in the basement, shown on the TV screaming, hinting at their release. They want freedom. They demand freedom, to no longer be forced to act as little playthings in Mr Puzzles' shows.

Next is "Once Upon an SMG4", which has one of the deepest messages ever. The premise of this episode is that SMG3 is the princess, no surprise there, he IS a Tsundere after all. He wants a "Sugar Daddy" to be rich. The songs are great. Near the end, SMG3 says "I wish we could all escape from here", which means he's self-aware of the brainwashing.

Yeah, Mr Puzzles. A "programming malfunction". It's like he's trying to keep the SMG4 Crew from spilling the televised beans. Which he is, no surprise there.

The third episode is entitled "Scooby-Mario, Where'd You Go?", which is a Scooby-Doo parody, and not just any Scooby-Doo parody. But a funny parody, and the best one so far. The episode is about Chef Bob going "missing", and the gang have to find him.

At one part of the episode, we get a glimpse of some type of surveillance room. Here, we see snippets of the episodes playing on about 27 TVs, if you count the TVs hidden in the shadows. Another hint of characters being self-aware.

Overall, my theory is that Mr Puzzles wants to make sure that at least one episode gets a five star rating. Perfect episodes mean never ending entertainment. I've been wanting to make a post about Mr Puzzles and his antics since WOTFI 2023. But I needed more evidence to support my theory.

But, hey. That's just a theory. An SMG4 Theory!

[icallhimjoey]

Hi, I am the anon who sent you that barista blurb, thinking it will be ignored... but no! I actually had to read the reqest several times to realise it is mine. Thank you so much! Can't wait to read more. Love it already!

PERFECT thank you so much for sending that in, t'was exactly what i needed! here's part 2! Wordcount: 2.3K

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part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

He was entirely unsure if it was just him. What if it was? Kind of felt like he was going insane a little bit. Were you this mesmerizing to everybody else? Surely, they’d all be able to see too, right? How literally every single other person’s face in the coffee shop was blurry from where he stood. Entirely out of focus. Just, various skin-toned blobs, not even really there at all.

Not you.

How was Joe able to make out the slightest change in your expression from across the fucking street? See your nose scrunch, your eyebrows lift, your smile spread wider and your dimples grow deeper?

He already got his morning coffee in at home, had no real need to push open the glass door and step inside to order one, but how could he not have?

He’d only glanced, wanted to check if you’d be there again, if you’d still look as upbeat and happy today. If your mood had just been circumstantial yesterday, or if that was just who you were. It was only meant to be a quick glance, and he was not meant to stop walking. He wasn’t meant to halt his somewhat rushed steps. Wasn’t meant to stare for a full minute, maybe even longer. Wasn’t meant to let his feet decide they were going to take him over and inside, even though he'd already had his morning coffee. Wasn’t really meant to have another.

But there he was. Inside. Queuing up.

Joe got to look at you for a little bit as he waited his turn, he didn't need to look at the menu, knew what he was going to get. He tried his best to figure you out through context clues. You smiled, let your eyes sparkle and bit back giggles like everything around you was hilarious and tickled you to no end. What a way to coast through life, Joe thought. You spoke and moved and with so much expression - God, you were expressive, even this early in the morning and Joe knew that every single person in there was half there for their caffeine fix, half there because they'd get to hang around you for a minute.

Joe could stare at you like people could stare at a fire for hours. Or at a water fountain. Hypnotized. Just, all lost in it for a moment.

“Good morning, what do you want?” you grumbled, like you were so annoyed that the stream of people asking you for coffee was never ending. If you'd said it any less theatrically, it would've been insulting. But it was all jokes, and your eyes gave you away. The rest of your face followed when you saw it was Joe again.

Joe'd come back.

"Can I get a large americano, please?" Joe remained polite, ordered his coffee like he would order it anywhere else.

But then you groaned. Grimaced. Loudly. Said, "So boring!" but let Joe pay for it anyway before grabbing a large brown paper cup and a sharpie.

"Name?"

"David."

Not Robert, this time. Also, not uhh David, just David. No hesitations, nothing. Joe knew the question was coming and had his answer ready. You let your eyes shoot up at him for a second, and saw a little pursed smile, but pretended you didn't.

This was a game now, and you played games to win.

"One boring drink for boring David, coming right up!" you practically shouted it as you passed the cup to your colleague, and Joe flinched a little. Didn't need all the eyes from everyone on him. There were eyes on him plenty. But then your colleague wiped his hands on his apron, switched places with you, asked the next customer what they wanted to order and you got to work on the drinks.

This happened all the time, particularly when there'd be lots of iced drinks. Your colleague didn't like making those, and you knew, so you'd take the orders, step back to make the iced drinks, and he'd slide right in to your spot.

Except, no one had ordered an iced drink.

But you'd handed him a cup that very clearly read Joe and then you'd shouted the name David at him and called a customer boring.

Shenanigans.

Your colleague didn't do shenanigans. He was quiet, did his job, enjoyed listening to you go off about anything and everything to anyone and everyone. You could deal with this one yourself. You'd switch back once the tomfoolery was over, and it'd be seamless, because it always was.

You got to make Joe's drink again. And it was boring, but you loved making coffee, loved everything about your job, and Joe could tell. It made him smile; the gentle contagion of watching you be excited over pouring a cup of coffee, something you seemed to so clearly adore.

"My favourite song!" you suddenly quipped, perking up like it shocked you when you recognised the first beats.

You Make My Dreams Come True, Hall & Oates.

Of course, Joe thought. If he had to pick a song that had you written all over, that was it. He'd seen you twice. Just twice. But everything about what he was looking at right now made so much sense.

You were dancing. Twisting your feet, bumping a hip into your coworker who couldn't help but smile, and as the song fell silent and waited for the beat, you froze too. And then you sang.

Badly.

Joe cringed. Inwardly, where no one could see. Like he always did. This was embarrassing, and Joe felt vicarious shame deep within his core.

But you moved around like you were in a music video, facial expressions and all, sang into the whipped cream dispenser Joe was afraid you were going to use on his coffee, until you got the words drastically wrong and laughed. You laughed so heartily at yourself, Joe saw how it got others around him too. This was early morning entertainment and it made people feel warm and bright. Yes. People were definitely not just coming in here for the coffee, he knew for sure now.

You got back to work. Slapped a lid on David's drink, and then, held it out to Joe as you kept singing. Softer now.

Joe gave a tight lipped smile, took it, and just as the chorus set in, you said , "Enjoy!" and Joe was grateful you didn't sing that first line of the chorus into his face. He would've been so embarrassed. Everything about his interactions with you had been quite mortifying actually. But there was something about it he liked. Didn't understand why. Couldn't explain it.

The song, the singing and the dancing had made him forget for a second. He walked out, took his first sip and only then, half way down the street, remembered.

He checked.

Joe

He grinned. This was a game now, and Joe played games not to lose.

Joe came in every single day that week. Always ordered the same drink. Always gave a different name.

Luke, Josh, Darren, James.

And every single time he'd get his cup and it would say Joe. You never faltered, always asked for his name, would call him that and then would make the drink yourself.

Playing made Joe's mornings fun. Prepped him for the day in a way a simple cup of coffee would never be able to. Caffeine helped, it always did, but this was almost like shooting up heroin. It was also nearly as addicting - not that Joe would know, but he could imagine.

And you'd flirt. God, you'd flirt.

You liked to see Joe walk in all tired, sleep still in his eyes, wait in line with a straight face, sometimes with eyes on his phone, sometimes with eyes on you, you could tell, but then, when you got to ask him for his order, you'd flirt.

Make him blush.

Say shit he wasn't expecting. Make his eyes flutter. See his ears go red. You loved seeing those ears to red. Watch those hands be stuffed deeper into pockets for fear of awkward movements to accompany the awkward chuckles.

Sometimes, Joe'd even bite his thumb and you'd push it even further to see more of it. Make him stumble over his words. He'd only be in there for a maximum of five minutes, so you loved to crank it up.

"I like Josh's glasses," you said to your colleague when he'd walked in and surprised you with eyewear dressing his face. He was Josh that day, and you secretly hoped that he'd reuse the name Josh the next time he'd come in with glasses on. Make that its own little character. Nerdy little Josh.

"Don't Josh's glasses look good?" your colleague grinned, knew what you were doing, didn't answer, because he didn't do shenanigans, so you did it for him. Looked right at Joe, said, "Josh's glasses look really good on Josh." laying it on thick by repeating the name twice.

You knew not everyone appreciated it. You could be a lot, you were well aware, trust you. Got called annoying a lot in school, just because you liked things and showed that more than others. You'd be loud, in people's faces, would sometimes find it hard to stop talking and it'd rub people the wrong way. It wasn't cool. And in secondary school, wasn't that all that mattered?

You weren't cool. You felt. And you expressed. And you liked and you loved and had to let all of it out or else you'd explode, or implode, and you didn't know which one would be worse.

In the coffee shop, people would only be there shortly. Never long enough for you to get under their skin. It meant you got to shine and didn't feel the need to hold back. But with Joe, you cranked it up as much as you could. And you'd flirt. Get those rosy cheeks out. See that stupid bashful smile. Maybe get some chuckles out of him. Call him by the wrong name, again, and then, would watch him leave and prayed he'd come back the next day.

And he would. He did come back.

Even after, one morning, you'd tried to get Joe to sing Billy Idol's Dancing With Myself into an imaginary microphone you held out to him. You'd been singing along yourself, held Joe's finished drink back and shoved a fist into his face expectantly. Joe had just leant forward a little, said, "No," into it, making you laugh before you gave Joe his coffee.

He came back, even after that.

Since that first day, when you'd asked him if he was sure about his order, he'd been back every single day after. You hadn't scared him off, which was a good sign. You scared men off all the time, it wasn't anything new. So you'd flirt, and you'd play, and then, you'd flirt some more.

"Let me guess, Mark," you said when it was Joe's turn. He hadn't even given you a name yet. You'd just gone ahead and thought of one for him.

"One large americano?"

"Yes, please," Joe gave a tight smile. The one he always gave when he was in control of it, still. The British male version of a polite face.

You sighed dramatically, said, "And here I was, hoping that maybe, Mark would be different. Not so boring." you let your eyes twinkle when you quickly looked at him as you were writing down his name onto a cup. "Because he doesn't look it."

You'd flirt, and found new ways to make Joe blush and it was cute and adorable and cavity-inducingly sweet.

But there was something inside Joe that threw doubt into the mix. He was never sure. Was all of that for him? Or was that just what you were like?

Mr Self-doubt.

Of course this was just what you were like. Had he ever seen you behave otherwise? Even from outside? Across the street? When you didn't know he was watching you?

No.

You were always you. Unashamedly so. With or without Joe present. None of the comments, none of the looks, none of the smiles were specifically there for Joe. Were especially crafted for him. Just to make him feel fuzzy on the inside.

Of course not.

And if they were?

It was because he was Joseph Quinn. Famous actor Joseph Quinn. You knew who he was, obviously you did. You weren't writing Joe onto everyone's cups, of course you knew who he was.

And that's exactly why you said the things you said and did the things you did. To get him to come in more often. Get some clout. Claim to fame. This is the coffee shop where Joe Quinn gets his morning coffee. Hoping that maybe he'd get his picture taken in there. Get more customers in. Make more money off his back.

Joe knew he had to guard himself. Even from girls with soft smiles and candy floss giggles. Girls who smelled like vanilla bean coffee and danced like pure delight was shooting out of their feet. Girls who made his tummy go all funny, and his ears go all itchy. Because people always wanted, and then people would always take. Which was fine when they were things he was willing to give, but people didn't really seem to care much if they were things he was willing to give. They'd just take no matter what. Sometimes they wouldn't even ask.

So Joe was careful. Had to be. Guarded himself extra. He'd just hurt himself if he didn't. He knew it to be true. So he left the half written essay for what it was, and went to go do dishes.

Joe didn't get a coffee the next day.

Or the next.

Or, the next.

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