#i'm sorry to have caught your attention in a post where i talk shit about the show

[in-a-nook-with-a-notebook]

Use Your Words

Franchise: Marvel (Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x male reader (reader's pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, sub!Miguel, dom!reader, office sex, door unlocked, loud Miguel, breeding kink, Miguel has a praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, anal fingering, reader referred to as sir, Miguel's claws, Miguel's fangs, minor degradation, minor angst (reader's been worried about Miguel), fluffy aftercare

Summary: Miguel had been teasing you all day, the little shit. You knew that he knew damn well what he was doing. And he knew exactly what would happen when you caught him alone that night.

A/N: Requested by an irl of mine @sixatrocities ! This is my first smut that I'm actually posting so bear with me (is it still considered a one shot when it's over 3k words??) also I myself do NOT speak Spanish (English, French and a bit of Italian but not Spanish) so most of what Miguel says is directly from Google Translate and I'm so sorry if I messed up - this was also written as though Miguel’s suit is like a physical one as opposed to what I assume is nanotech somehow in the movie

You’re in a meeting with various other members of the Spider Society. This includes Jessica, Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Peter and Mayday. And of course, you, Miguel and Lyla. You lean back in your chair at one end of the long table, farthest from where Miguel is at the other end. He’s mostly stopped his teasing, other than shooting you mischievous looks from across the table when no one’s paying attention.

“Any questions?” Miguel says finally, having finished his explanation about the next mission. You know he can feel your gaze burning into him, but he pointedly ignores it. No one says anything, clearly satisfied with the information given.

“Class dismissed,” you say sarcastically. Everyone begins to leave without a word. You turn your eyes on Miguel’s AI. “Lyla, take the night off,” you say. “I need to… discuss some things with Miguel. One on one.”

As Lyla blips out, Miguel swallows hard, finally looking up at you.

“You guys alright?” Peter asks on his way out.

“We’re fine, Pete,” you say, your gaze trained on Miguel’s. His eyes are dilated so much you can’t discern the black of his pupils from the brown of his irises as he scans your face. “Don’t worry about it. Have a goodnight, man, say hi to MJ for me.”

“…Alright,” he replies, though he sounds slightly unsure. “Say bye, Mayday.”

You turn to look at the young redhead, a sweet smile crossing your face as you wave to her. You nod to Peter as he slips out the door.

And then there were two.

“Y/N-”

“Miguel,” you say, your voice bordering on a warning. You slowly cross the room to where he’s standing at the wall. He begins to back away when you get too close, backing up so far that he ends up pressed between you and the wall. You place your palm flat on his broad chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your fingertips.

“What was that?”

“What, er, what was what?” He asks in a tight voice. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back again.

“You know exactly what you were doing, O’Hara.”

Miguel’s breath hitches in his throat. “I’m-”

“We’ve talked about this, haven’t we?”

Miguel nods quickly. “Mhm.”

“So you know what comes next, then, hm?”

He nods again. “Mhm.”

“Your office,” you state. “Now.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

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You follow close behind Miguel as the two of you walk back to Miguel’s office. You say hello in passing to some of the people you pass, like Ben and Margo, prolonging how long Miguel has to wait for the consequences of his actions.

When you reach the office, Miguel moves to lock the door behind the two of you. You catch his wrist before he can touch the doorknob.

“No,” you say.

“But-”

“Miguel.”

“…Yes, sir.”

You gesture for him to go to his desk and you notice him shift his suit a little. You follow him to the desk. He turns around to say something, but you pin him between you and the desk before he can get a word out, his hands bracing himself on the edge of the surface. The proximity gives you both some friction between your respective suits. Miguel sucks in a breath when you grind against him, chewing on his bottom lip. You can see his sharp fangs outlined against his soft pink lip while he watches you carefully.

“You can’t be a tease in the middle of a meeting, baby,” you say in a low voice.

“I’m sorry,” Miguel says breathlessly.

“No you aren’t,” you murmur. “That was bad, Miguel.”

“I’ll be good,” he says desperately. “Por favor, señor, I’ll be good for you.”

You raise an eyebrow in challenge and feel him practically melt underneath you. “Take the suit off, sweetheart.” You step back to allow him to free himself from the confines of his suit. He’s soon left in his boxers, watching you for his next instructions.

“So handsome…” you whisper. You step towards him again, ghosting your fingers over his warm bare skin. He shivers under your touch. “Just begging to be fucked, aren’t you?” You hook a finger under the waistband of his underwear. A whine escapes his lips before he can stop it. “Use your words, baby boy.”

“Please,” he whimpers.

“Please what, Miguel?”

He squirms a little under your hand. “Please fuck me, I need you inside me…”

You guide him back to the desk, framing his body as he leans against it. You can feel his hard, clothed cock against your covered crotch. He tries to grind against you, desperate for a little more friction, but you gain bruising grip on his hips, holding him in place.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

“Por favor, señor, necesito tu polla dentro de mí,” Miguel begs.

“Patience, darling,” you say. You reach around Miguel’s broad frame and push everything off his desk. He looks like he’s about to object, his mouth opening to say something, but the look you give him tells him to keep it to himself. “We’ll fix it later,” you assure him quickly. His tense body relaxes a little.

In mere moments, you rid yourself of your own suit, reaching for the secret compartment of one of the drawers of Miguel’s desk. The two of you have fucked in his office on more than one occasion, so he keeps some condoms around just in case. As you move to withdraw one, Miguel’s thick fingers curl around your wrist. You look back at him.

“Miguel?” You say in a teasingly questioning tone.

“Just your cock,” he whispers. You drop the condom and close the drawer without looking away from him.

“You want me to breed you,” you say. Miguel chews on his lip nervously but he nods.

“Yes, fuck, please.”

“You love the idea of that, don’t you?” You mutter, leaning close to his face. “The thought of being fucked full of my cum to have my kids? Is that what you want?”

Miguel whimpers as you press yourself against him. “Y-Yes, sir…”

A smirk crosses your face. “Good boy.” Your hand moves upwards to thread your fingers into Miguel’s hair. You tug his head back and a gasp tumbles from his lips. Your lips attack his neck, sucking hickeys from the bottom of his jaw down to his collarbone. As you move further down, your lips attach to one of his nipples. A sharp whine escapes him, his body arching into you. He grips your shoulders.

“Fuck,” he whimpers.

One of your hands, the one that had been hooked under his waistband, slips into his boxers, gently grabbing his hard cock while your mouth stays on his chest.

“Ay, dios mío,” he moans. “Please, sir, fuck me, I need your cock so bad, please…!”

You tug his boxers down around his ankles, letting his dick spring free of its confines. Miguel kicks them away as you shed yours too. You stick three fingers in Miguel’s mouth.

“Suck,” you order. That skillful tongue of his swirls around your digits, watching you in desperation. You stroke your cock a few times while you watch Miguel. “Such a good boy for me, baby. So obedient.” You take your fingers away. “Lay back on the desk,” you tell him.

He shifts to sit on the edge of the desk, wincing at the feeling of the cold surface under his bare ass, then lays down on his back, his legs spreading automatically for you. You run one of your wet fingers around his puckered hole and he shivers. You push one finger into his entrance and Miguel moans loudly at the feeling, gripping the edge of the desk above his head.

“So tight for me, darling, so perfect,” you murmur. You pump your finger in and out of his hole, soon adding the second one. Miguel’s mouth falls open, his moans getting more and more high-pitched with your every move. You curl and scissor your fingers inside him and soon his legs are trembling on either side of you. “Can’t wait to breed this tight hole of yours, fuck…” You add your third finger and Miguel already looks like he could cum.

“You think you’re ready?” You ask him.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Use your words, baby boy. Please what?”

Miguel whines as you withdraw your fingers. “Please breed me, I need it!”

You quickly grab a little bottle of lube from the desk drawer, coating your dick in the cold substance. You toss the bottle to the side when you’re finished with it. You place one of Miguel’s legs over your shoulder, lining your shaft up with his entrance.

You push in slowly, watching Miguel for any signs of discomfort. His sharp claws dig into your back. His eyes roll back and his lips part, letting out one of the most beautiful moans you’ve ever heard.

“Good boy, such a good boy, taking me so well,” you say, making sure every inch of you is inside his hole.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so big…”

“You can take it, I know you can,” you say as you bottom out. Miguel whimpers. You stay still for a few moments to let him adjust. When he looks up at you with red-tinted, lust filled eyes, you watch him.

“Move,” he whispers. “Please.”

“As you wish.”

You thrusts start slow, but once you start to see your dick bulging in his stomach, you increase your speed. Miguel’s loud moans fill the air, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin while you fuck into him. You rest your hand over his stomach bulge. “This what you wanted?” You ask. “Wanted me to fuck you like a needy little whore to be bred?” You thrust into him particularly roughly, eliciting another moan from him.

“S-Sí, señor- ah, fuck…!”

“You just wanna be filled up with my cum, don’t you? Wanna have my kids, huh?”

“Please, please, please,” Miguel begs breathlessly.

“This tight little ass of yours is gonna be my personal cum dump,” you state with a sharp snap of your hips. You can tell from the moan he releases and the way he grips your shoulders that you hit his prostate. “That feel good? You like it when I say I’m gonna fill you up?”

He almost looks like he’s in a haze as he reaches towards his cock. You slap his hand away. “No touching,” you growl, hitting his prostate again.

“P-Please, sir, I’m- I’m so close!”

“Oh yeah?” You taunt. “Gonna cum without your dick touched?” You emphasize each word with a sharp thrust.

“Señor, por favor, es demasiado!”

“Take it, you little slut,” you growl, gripping his hips in a way that’ll leave bruises. “Gonna fuck you so full of my cum, baby boy.”

“Please, please, I need to cum…!”

“Cum for me, Miguel,” you order, moving one of your hands to wrap around his cock.

It takes only one stroke from you and he’s screaming your name, cumming all over his chest and your hand. The feeling of his hole clenching around your cock almost sends you over the edge, but not yet. You work him through his orgasm, stroking his shaft as you milk him. Your hand doesn’t cease its movements after he’s finished. He begins to squirm underneath you.

“Señor,” he whines. “Es demasiado, I can’t take anymore!”

“You can and you will,” you state, once again increasing the speed of your thrusts. You can feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten.

“Señ- oh, mi maldito dios!” He exclaims when you swipe your thumb over the sensitive tip of his cock. “Santa mierda!”

“I’m close, baby, you’re doing so well for me,” you say in a low voice, fucking him with everything you’ve got. “You’re gonna take it all and you’re not gonna spill a drop, got that?”

“Sí, sí, sí- oh mierda… jodidamente arruinarme…!”

All you have left in you to say is growling out curses as you get yourself off with Miguel’s hole. Your hand is no longer on his cock, but bending his legs so his knees are up to his chest, giving you an even better angle at his prostate.

“Y/N, sir, please!” Miguel shouts. “Please, cum inside me, please…!”

With your hand on his stomach again, you feel the coil in your stomach snap. Your thrusts falter. “Fuck, Miguel!” You yell, burying your cock to the hilt in his ass, cumming harder than you have in a while. You can feel Miguel squirming underneath you, his hole clenching around you as he cums again suddenly. He’s trembling beneath you. Your balls drain, your cum painting his insides white. You see a bulge in his stomach where your cum is and feel a sense of satisfaction. You stay inside him for a moment, revelling in the feeling of having bred him.

“Good boy,” you say in a low tone. “Gonna keep that all inside, sweet boy?”

“Yes, sir,” Miguel murmurs, looking thoroughly fucked out. His claws retract and his hands drop to his sides. Your shoulders burn where his claws had dug into your skin, but you’ve always loved getting to see the marks he leaves behind.

“Good boy, Miguel, so good for me.”

You lean down and press a deep kiss to his soft lips. Your tongue pokes into his mouth, feeling his fangs. You grin into the kiss. When you pull away, he takes your hand that had been jacking him off and licks off the excess cum that had been left when he had climaxed, and damn if it wasn’t one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.

“Let’s go home and get you cleaned up, babe,” you say gently.

You carefully help Miguel to his feet, finding his boxers on the floor. You have to help him back into them, considering he can barely move or walk properly. You help him out his suit back on as well. He hisses at the feeling of his oversensitive cock rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. You tug on your boxers and your suit as well. You know you’ll have to wash or replace both of your suits, considering there’s likely cum all over the inside of Miguel’s now, but how else were the two of you supposed to talk back to your apartment? Naked?

As tempting as it is to show everyone that Miguel isn’t so scary under the right circumstances, you wouldn’t do that to him. Plus, you’d like to keep that sight for yourself.

You have to support Miguel as the two of you walk, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Anyone who questions his stiff movements look to you for an answer. “Rough mission,” you reply with a smirk.

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Miguel leans against the wall next the door to your shared apartment, waiting for you to dig out your key. You do about 75% of the Macarena to locate it, jamming it in the keyhole and letting the two of you in. You lock the door behind you when you’re both inside.

“How you feeling, hot stuff?” You tease gently, giving Miguel a once-over.

“Sticky,” he admits quietly.

You grimace. “Sorry. Shower?”

“Can’t stand properly,” he says, a tone of humour in his voice even though you can tell he’s still feeling pretty stiff.

“Bath?” You suggest. He nods tiredly.

Miguel uses the wall to hold himself up as the two of you make your way to the bathroom. You walk more quickly so as to get the water running. While the tap is on, the water warming up, you move to help Miguel get rid of his suit again. You set it by the door so you can remember to wash it later. You do the same with your own. As you help Miguel out of his boxers, he sucks in a breath through his teeth; his cock is still sensitive and you’d just accidentally brushed it with your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“’S’alright,” he mumbles. He turns his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the heel of your hand. You smile at him, then finish helping him undress. You set his underwear aside with his suit, again doing the same with your own.

You lean forward and softly connect your lips with Miguel’s in a loving kiss.

“I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you too, mi vida.”

“In all seriousness, though, are you alright?”

“Soy perfecto, querido,” he says assuringly. “A little achy, maybe, but I’m alright.”

“If I ever go to far-”

“I’ll tell you. Promise.” He kisses you again.

The two of you slip into the warm water, Miguel resting between your legs and leaning his back against your chest. You press a kiss to the back of his ear and he hums contentedly.

“Comfortable?” You ask. Miguel nods.

You help him clean up the mess you’d both made, happy to feel him relax under your touch. He’s been tense all the time. Any moment of comfort and rest you can bring him, you’ll do it. As much as you love him, he’s been off for a while now, always tense and grumpy. Nothing you couldn’t handle, but it still worried you. He wasn’t always like this.

You had your suspicions as to why - or, rather, who - was making him feel like this, but you knew you shouldn’t mention her. She’d deny it a thousand times over, and you weren’t sure Miguel would believe you either.

“You’re safe, my love,” you say quietly, wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you.” He pauses for a moment, then he tenses. “Oh, shit, my desk-”

“We’ll go back, it’s okay,” you answer quickly. You reach one hand up and run your fingers through his hair. His posture softens, leaning comfortably against your chest again. “We’ll clean up that mess after we’re done with this one. Okay?”

He nods slowly. “Okay.” His eyes close a little; he’s tired, and you know it. He’s been tired for a long time. 

“Tell you what,” you say. “I’d say we’re pretty much cleaned up, so how about we dry off and you curl up in bed, and I’ll go back and fix your desk.”

“But-”

“I know how you organize it,” you reassure him. “And I’ll swing there and back, so I won’t be gone long. Is that okay?” Miguel hesitates. “Baby, you need rest,” you remind him, gently rubbing his arm.

He sighs tiredly but he nods. You kiss the nape of his neck. He leans his head back to rest on your shoulder, looking at you with exhausted brown eyes.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you tease softly. He grins lazily.

“Hi.”

[uwukillmenowowo]

Hello sorry if this is a bad time but I have a request, I saw that you write for Cookie run Kingdom and I was wondering if you could write a new where the reader is Elder Faerie Cookie's child, you can choose if their biological or not, but the reader is also the reincarnation of someone the beast cookies cared about, I just thought that dynamic would be interesting, but if you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight😊.

YO- I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING I HAD AN IDEA SIMILAR TO THIS-

You have a good day/night too!

( >︠ ω ︡<)/

Curiosity

[PLATONIC]

(Parent! Elder Fairie Cookie X Reader X Parental! Beast Cookies)

(Slight White Lily X Reader)

Notes:

Reader will be Non-binary

The story will start with how you met the beast cookies

Then it will show how they created their parental bond with Elder Fairie

For the Beasts, I made up new names for their past selves before they became corrupted.

Reader was one of the most optimistic [Flavor] cookies one would meet.

The kind to give out flowers to make cookies' day better, presenting a beautiful frosty white smile to every cookie they walked by.

Practically every cookie that passed by them was filled with joy.

Oh shit I think this is my longest post-

..... I think I forgot something here but I can't remember what it is...

It started.... one too many eons ago. During times when they weren't who they used to be.

Warning! Mentions of Death!

{Third POV}

~~~~~

[Reader] wowed at the structure before them. The library that was said to be built was finally finished. They walked into the library and awed at all the books there. However, the building was empty.

"Good afternoon young one." The young cookie flinched and turned around, to see a cookie with blue eyes and golden brown dough. But what caught the attention of the young cookie was the beautiful gem that was displayed on his collar. "H-Hello" [Reader] answered nervously. "Did you come for a specific book?" The older cookie asked. To that, [Reader] nodded.

"Excellent! What kind?" He asked. [Reader] chuckled and rubbed their arm. "Uhhh... The-Thea-tri-cal." [Reader] answered with hesitation, due to them being young and unknowledgeable. "Do you mean Theatrical? Ones about shows and plays?" The blue eyed cookie asked with a smile. [Reader] nodded excitedly, explaining that they've heard some other cookies talking about it and was curious.

"That would be this way." The librarian started to lead the way towards the children's section, searching for the "puppet shows" books. "So, what's your name little cookie? Shouldn't you be with your parents?" [Reader] laughed as they found a book they liked. "My name is [Reader] Cookie. You can call me [Reader]. Dad crumbled and mom followed after. How about you, mister?" The little cookie answered as if it was a normal thing to say aloud.

The librarian gasped and held their hand to their mouth before taking in a deep breath and sat beside [Reader]. "Oh My Witches... My name is Blueberry Milk Cookie. Feel free to call me Blueberry Milk." [Reader] smiled and nodded before they started to read. blueberry Milk Cookie gave a sad look towards [Reader]. 'They're... all alone' He thought as he turned his gaze to the book that [Reader] was holding. "How old are you? You seem to understand this book really well." He asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm six." It was like a punch to the gut to Blueberry Milk Cookie. "[Reader], if you need anything, you can come to me okay?" The librarian offered, wanting to help the child before him. "Okay." [Reader] responded. [Reader] and Blueberry Milk spent hours together, until [Reader] decided to leave.

After leaving the Library, [Reader] started running, only to bump into multiple cookies. "Oh- Sorry about-" "Watch it, Kid!" The young cookie went wide eyed as the older cookies glared at them. "I-I didn't mean to- I was just- AHH!" The younger cookie screamed as the older cookies grabbed them by their shirt collar.

"What's going on here?" The older cookies let go of [Reader], causing them to fall on their butt as they watched the exchange. "Strawberry Sugar Cookie!" They exclaimed happily. [Reader] scooted back in worry. After all, all they saw was pink. The owner of that pink wore a crown as well, as if they were the current King or Queen of the kingdom.

"Oh my! Who is this?" [Reader] yelped as they were suddenly picked up by the cookie they were just worried about. Pink robes, wings and a halo, but like with Blueberry Milk Cookie, what drawn [Reader] to this cookie, was the heart shaped gem that was in the crown the the cookie who picked them up. "Oh goodness! You're hurt, worry not, I have a friend who will fix your dough!" They smiled before suddenly taking flight.

"WAAHHH!" [Reader] screamed and tightly held onto the pink robed cookie. "Is everything alright?" Strawberry Sugar asked. [Reader] just shrugged and looked down, only to regret it and unconsciously nuzzle into the crook of her neck in fear. "Oh dear, not a fan of heights? What's your name?" [Reader] told her their name and Strawberry Sugar responded happily. "Well it's nice to meet you [Reader]! My name is Strawberry Sugar Cookie." [Reader] almost felt that Strawberry Sugar's happiness was infectious and smiled.

After a joyful conversation to take [Reader]'s mind off the height they were flying at, they reached a temple. A temple so grand that [Reader] has never seen anything like it. But something else, was that there was an enormous line. "So many people!" [Reader] stood close to Strawberry Sugar.

1: To not get lost

2: Everyone was too loud and [Reader] didn't like it

3: WHERE EVEN WERE THEY???

[Reader] followed Strawberry Sugar as they practically cut through the line. Of course, other people objected and tried to cut as well but the guards blocked them. Some guards tried to "protect" Strawberry Sugar by grabbing [Reader] away from them. But after Strawberry Sugar explained that you two went to visit "Her" together, they let you go.

You walked up stairs and stairs, passing halls, and beautiful depictions along stained glass. "So... Who is Her?" The small cookie asked with a tilt of their head. "Oh? I haven't told you? We're gonna fix that little wounds of yours little one. The one going to do that~" With a dramatic pause, Strawberry Sugar pulled a curtain, revealing a figure dressed in white. "Is Wheat Flour Cookie!"

"Strawberry Sugar... What have I told you about our volume in my temple?" Strawberry Sugar flinched and pouted, taking a few steps back. You awed at the white dressed cookie that was sitting before you. "G-Good afternoon Ma'am." [Reader] responded politely with a bow.

Strawberry Sugar and Wheat Flour talked about why her and [Reader] were here. Soon after, Strawberry Sugar left [Reader] alone with the healer.

"So... Enlighten me, what happened young cookie?"

{Second POV}

~~~~~

You kneeled and sat on your knees just like Wheat Flour Cookie. "Umm..." You hesitated, not knowing where to start. "How about we start from the beginning. What did you do today?" You hummed as you started recalling your day. The cookies talking about that play, meeting Blueberry Milk Cookie, reading, running into two older male cookies and getting threatened, meeting Strawberry Sugar Cookie, flying to the temple, and then right now.

Wheat Flour nodded and took your small dough hands into her own before giving some advice. Telling you to simply ignore those who wish harm upon you and that you should continue to find joy and hope in your life. Suddenly, with a white and golden glow, all the wounds you previously had were healed.

You were in awe and Wheat Flour told you to sit beside her as she tended to other cookies. You just nodded and sat beside her. Those next few hours were spent helping Wheat Flour with the other cookies.

You had fun and when you left you saw Strawberry Sugar Cookie just laying down, sleeping. You were in shock. 'Did she wait for me?' You thought and smiled before gently shaking her awake. "Oh... all done?" She asked as she rubbed her eyes. You nodded and she smiled. "Good. A little birdie told me that you met Blueberry Milk Cookie before this. Is that right?" You nodded and her eyes sparkled. "Wonderful! You know, Him, me and Wheat Flour are really good friends."

You wowed. They were friends? You had no clue. "Would you like to meet the other two?" She asked with a tilt of her head. You nodded eagerly. The cookies you've met so far were some of the nicest people you've met. You were.... happy.

Strawberry Sugar pulled you close to her before jumping and flying off one of the many cliffs. You screamed again, but instead of fear, it was in excitement. Strawberry Sugar would do cool flips and tricks with you tightly holding on. It was so much fun, just flying above Crispia.

"And here!" Strawberry Sugar said as you two landed. "It's so hot!" You sweatdropped and fanned yourself with your hand. "Ahah~! Yeah- Crushed Spice Cookie and Sea Salt Cookie like warm areas." You hummed at the explanation and you kicked your feet in the sand, not used to being so close to the water. "Heheh~ Do you like the sand?" Strawberry Sugar asked as she followed behind you.

You nodded, digging your feet into the sand before the waves suddenly washed onto the shore, splashing onto your clothes and your dough. You flinched and accidentally fell into the water and Strawberry Sugar laughed before helping you up. "Oh dear! how clumsy!" She picked you up and dusted the sand off your clothes. You chuckled as she pat you head and started leading you towards somewhere.

"So... Salt and Spice? What are they like?" You asked. Strawberry Sugar hummed in thought. "Crushed Spice is... really competitive. And Sea Salt is pretty... reserved?" Strawberry Sugar shrugged. "I haven't seen them in a while so I can't remember at the top of my head."

After a few more minutes of walking you found yourself in front of a nice house. Strawberry Sugar, noticing the look you were giving, said, "It's bigger on the inside. They both don't like cramped spaces." You asked if they lived together and she nodded, saying how those two acted like brothers.

Strawberry Sugar barged in and you followed. You felt bad for entering uninvited but it is what it is. You continued to follow Strawberry Sugar since you didn't want to get lost. Once she stopped walking, you looked in front to see two cookies with... really funny bedheads. You can't really blame them though, you left Wheat Flour's temple at dusk and Strawberry Sugar and you decided to fly the whole night. So when you got there it was only dawn.

The red one looked angry while the lavender one just looked extremely tired. The more angry one, you guess was Crushed Spice. He just walked up to Strawberry Sugar before grabbing her by her collar and dragging her. Strawberry Sugar tried protesting but then just crossed her arms and pouted.

You didn't know how to feel since you were just left alone with Sea Salt Cookie. It was silent as you two just stood there. until Sea Salt asked if you wanted a snack. You nodded and walked with the lavender cookie into the kitchen. He asked what kind of snack you wanted and you said you were fine with anything since you were a guest.

He just nodded before pouring you a bowl of cereal. You took it, thanked him and sat at the table to eat. It was comfortable silence for you two... Until you heard screaming and shouting from Strawberry Sugar and Crushed Spice. You gave a worried looked to Sea Salt but he just chuckled and told you that it's fine and that they do that all the time. You just nodded slowly, eating you food but stopping halfway once you saw Strawberry Sugar seemingly running for her dough from a flaring Crushed Spice.

As much as you were worried, you found it extremely fun.

Ever since those two days, you've been... seeing them more often.

Blueberry Milk Cookie would sit beside you when you visited the library and read to you

Strawberry Sugar Cookie would practically fly you anywhere you wanted

Wheat Flour Cookie would send you letters with different incenses... Sometimes even first aid kits...

Crushed Spice Cookie is technically your babysitter whenever Strawberry Sugar can't. At first you thought he doesn't like you but he's really soft with you... Even though he makes you do exercises with him...

Finally, Sea Salt Cookie. He's pretty chill. You two would just take naps most of the time. His room is just the right temperature to sleep forever.

The five of them acted like the parents you never had. It made you happy.

Everything went well...

Until it didn't...

That fated day their souls turned black.

You went to visit Wheat Flour Cookie because it was the anniversary you met everyone. You already gave your gifts to the others, Wheat Flour waas last because you knew how busy she was.

Now normally you'd wait in line with everyone else but today since you were just going to go in and out, you decided to use your "VIP Card" that she gave you. But others got pissed. They were jealous and confused. Why would you, a small cookie that looked like the happiest cookie they could be, want to go see Wheat Flour Cookie?

No cookie acted until a middle aged cookie did. They ran out of line and grabbed you by the shoulder. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" You just blinked twice and gave them a smile, holding up the gift you were going to give. "I'm going to give this to Wheat Flour Cookie." The smile you gave just pissed them off as they asked why you weren't going o line up. You told them the reason, that you wouldn't take a long time and that you had a VIP card.

The cookie just stared down at the card before smirking. "Say.. Can I.. Borrow that for a bit?" You were about to lend it but you remembered what Wheat Flour said. "Sorry. I would but Wheat Flour said that this was only mine. It has my name." You flipped the card, showing your name. "[Reader] Cookie..." The cookie before you glared at the card before looking back at the line. "Can I... come with you then?"

You didn't see a problem with that so you nodded. Other cookies who saw the exchange, started to run out of the line to talk with you. Until a massive group started to run over to you so that they could talk to Wheat Flour cookie before everyone else. You held the gift close to your chest and sucked in your breath as the other cookies started yelling excuses, causing the guard cookies to have trouble keeping people in line.

"My family is sick!"

"My family is poor!"

"My daughter-"

"My Son-"

"My Father-"

"My Mother-"

"My Brother-"

"My Sister-"

"Aunt!"

"Uncle!"

The excuses kept coming as you tried to get away. No cookie admitted that they wanted everything for themselves. You didn't know how to answer any of it. You didn't have the power to choose one over the other. Until finally, a cookie, desperate enough, grabbed the sword off one of the guard cookies and stabbed you from behind.

You screamed in pain, dropping the gift you brought and coughed. Chaos erupted after that. Cookies started attacking each other left and right. One of the guard cookies, picked you up before running to where Wheat Flour was.

"MY LADY!" They yelled, barging through the door. Wheat Flour, who was just waiting for the next cookie to come in, was in complete shock as she saw you looking pale and panting heavily. "W-What happened?!" She asked as the guard placed you before her. "A fight broke out in front of the temple." They explained, saluting. Wheat Flour, using her magic to look at what was happening was in shock. This has never happened before.

"Call the others. I cannot handle this myself, considering the amount of Cookies there are." The guard nodded and left, leaving you in the arms of Wheat Flour. She tried her best to heal you but it was barely effective. The wound was too deep and you lost too much. Wheat Flour started panicking. She gently patted your cheeks, trying to get you to stay awake but it wasn't working.

"No- no no no no no-! Come now- Don't- Don't do this to me-" Wheat Flour panted as tears reached her eyes. In that very moment, the others came in. "Wheat Flour! What's going ooAAAAAHHHh!" Strawberry Sugar Cookie screamed as she saw the state you were in. She raced over to where you were, already bursting into tears. "What happened?!? Who did this!!?" Strawberry Sugar took you into her arms, holding you tight, trying to see if you were still breathing.

Desperate banging and screaming could be heard on the other side of the temple doors. "We'll keep the cookies at bay! Take care of [Reader]!" Crushed Spice Cookie snarled as Blueberry Milk and Sea Salt followed.

Wheat Flour and Strawberry Sugar tried to use their magic to heal you but it barely worked. Strawberry Sugar started to hyperventilate as Wheat Flour's hand started shaking. They both saw your breathing get slower and slower until it became nonexistent... and finally... they snapped.

Outside, Blueberry Milk, Crushed Spice, and Sea Salt tried their best to not hurt any of the other cookies. But it all went out the window when they heard Strawberry Sugar's scream. They've never heard her scream like that before. But what shocked them was that she flew up, just above the temple, and used her magic to blast the cookies away, killing them.

Cookies who saw that started running off. But they weren't able to get far because Wheat Flour was there to stop them. Both girls made cookies crumble and the others didn't know what to do... When they caught sight of the temple, they caught a clear sight of your crumbled body, clearly unmoving. Blueberry Milk covered his mouth while Sea Salt gasped as his legs shook. Crushed Spice gritted his teether before all he saw was blood red. He grabbed the sword he once used against enemies and used it against his fellow cookies.

That one, anger-filled strike, caused one of Wheat Flour's mountains to split in two. With that, Blueberry Milk and Sea Salt followed, using their own powers to use against the other cookies.

After all the cookies have crumbled, the gang became enraged. They were blinded by their hatred and grief that they went all around Crispia, crumbling any cookie they saw. This went on for years...

Until the Witches caught notice. they sealed the enraged Cookies in the remote continent of Beast Yeast. Before they saw your crumbled body. They felt it all. The pain and regret you held in your heart. You were too young to experience all that.

The Witches decided to place your soul in a newly baked body before they placed you before the Fairie Kingdom. Elder Fairie cookie found and he received a prophecy from the Witches.

The Witches explained how they entrusted some of the Beast's powers to the child so that the beasts cannot reclaim their full power because they know that the Beasts wouldn't harm the child. Elder Fairie understood and took in the child as his own. Not only so that the child could help quell the beasts from destroying the Fairie Kingdom but so that he could help the child control their powers when they're older.

Years passed and [Reader] was now a teenager [Even though they're like- Hundreds of years old by now]. They were doing their daily chores. When suddenly, he saw Silverbell cookie with someone they've never seen before. She had white hair and a floral green dress. "Ah! Your Highness! What timing." You nodded. "Silverbell Cookie. Who is this?" You asked as you fixed your clothes. "Oh, this is White Lily Cookie. She saved me while I was wounded."

You gave a sympathetic gaze to Silverbell and you bowed your head to White Lily. "Oh goodness! Thank you for helping him. Silverbell Cookie can be very... frail." You chuckled as Silverbell gave you a pout.

"Oh! You must be Elder Fairie Cookie that I've been hearing about then? You're much younger than I expected." White Lily gave you a smile and you laughed bashfully. "Ahahah! Actually no! That's my father. My name is [Reader] Cookie." White Lily gasped and rubbed the back of her neck, apologizing. You told her that everything was fine and you offered to introduce her to your father. She accepted happily and you dismissed Silverbell before leading her through the kingdom.

Seeing White Lily's awestruck gaze, you found yourself staring at her a little too long that you tripped over your feet. "Oh goodness! Here, let me help you." You felt your dough heat up as you took her hand and stood up. "Thank you..." You replied bashfully before continuing to lead her through the Kingdom. For some reason... Her smile reminded you of someone. You... can't remember where though.

When you introduced her to Elder Fairie, he was shocked. A cookie from a different continent... here? Interacting with his child- UUHHH- WHAT'S WITH THAT SMILE YOU'RE GIVING HER???

Elder Fairie looked between you two but kept his calm. You told him everything that Silverbell told you and Elder Fairie nodded. He just asked you to tour her around and you walked away with her happily.

'My child- With a girl???' Elder Fairie looked looked around desperately trying to find an excuse as to pry you away from White Lily. 'They're too young still! I never even let them out of the kingdom! Suddenly there's a girl they look fond of???' Elder Fairie went to his chambers to think.

Meanwhile, you were showing White Lily every crevice of the kingdom, loving how fascinated she was with everything you showed her. But then you shivered 'Why do I feel like I'm going to get punished for some reason..?' you thought in confusion before shaking it off, turning your attention back to White Lily.

"AAAGH! The seal is cracking!!"

"Your Majesty! Are you hurt?!"

"No, I'm unharmed! [Reader], are you alright?"

"I'm okay..."

The seal... you've heard about it from your father. You were told that ancient beings laid dormant in the silver tree. Beings that turned to beasts and wrecked havoc in the olden days. Your father told you how each beast had a soul jam. however, once the beasts were trapped, their soul jam was lost and given to other cookies. One of them being White Lily Cookie. You were worried for her safety but if she holds ancient powers then your fears are quelled.

"And evil will that has focused all its rage on breaking free from confinement. It must have angered the Beasts greatly now that each Soul Jam has found its rightful owner. Yes... they sensed that unless they escape now... they might never be granted another chance in the future. All their might now serves one single purpose- destroying the hated seal."

"Everyone, we must stand our ground. Our place now is by the Guardian of the Seal!" White Lily claimed as she stood beside you. "We shall protect His Majesty or crumble! For if the Guardian falls, there is no way to stop the Beasts from escaping." You helped White Lily motivate the other guards as you all raced to the silver tree. To see a major split.

"The seal has already split so wide..." White Lily gasped. You took her hand into yours. Telling her that it was all going to be okay, then gave her a reassuring nod. She smiled and then raised her staff. "Everyone, fight with me!"

Shadowy beings crawled out of the seal as cookies started fighting. White Lily started charging a powerful attack as someone started to protect the spellcaster. Which just so happened to be you.

"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎… 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒���𝚎…"

You gasped as a voice suddenly played through you head. "Hello..?" You whispered as you continued to protect White Lily.

"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎…… [𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]..?"

You tensed up. as the voice said your name. "How do you know me..?" You bit the inside of your cheek but before the voice answered, White Lily's attack hit. Blocking the beasts and preventing the voice from talking with you.

You furrowed your brows, your curiosity is now peaked and you wanted to know how the voice knew you.

However, we all know the saying,

"Curiosity Killed the Cat"

Okay- I'm tired now-

Like for a part 2

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Goodnight

[itsmealaiahh]

"My pretty little secret"

A tom kaulitz x fem!reader one shot

TW: embarrassment, fluff, tom being completely smitten for you, nothing too major!

Request by anon: hey! I could ask for a "2010 Tom Kaulitz x reader" in which some paparazzi have published photos of Tom and the reader (not famous and a little younger if you can) in magazines. in the photos you can see the two holding hands and kissing each other while Tom smiles. a few days later, in an interview, they ask the band and Tom about this mysterious girl… and you can continue, Ty!🫶🏻

Rating: under 15 dni as usual :)

Tom had had the night of his life with you. He had met you in the club he was partying in, and immediately took a liking to you. You were easygoing, sweet, funny, and most of all, it seemed you truly enjoyed his company. It didn't seem to matter to you that he was a big, famous rockstar, you were just looking for a good time.

A couple of days later, the band was at an interview, and the host was asking them the usual things, when they were performing again, where they were performing, nothing too out of the ordinary. Until, the host's attention turned to tom, and he didn't know what for.

"So tom" The host started, meeting his gaze intensely. "Are you dating anyone?" He questioned, and tom let out a simple chuckle. "Not at the moment, no" But when pictures of you and him popped up onto the screen behind the band, he mentally cursed. "It seems like you are" He laughed back, and bill looked over at tom to see his face bright red, with what looked like to be pure embarrassment.

A few others were shown, you and him having drinks, him dancing with you, and they even managed to capture a few kisses you both had shared. "So, who is this mystery girl?" He asked tom, leaning in a little bit. "We met a few days ago at a club, and she caught my attention. That's all" He said simply, laying back on the couch, content with his answer.

The host shrugged and went back to asking more questions, if anyone else in the band was dating someone, to try and get drama to arise, but the rest of them said no. Thankfully, after a few more questions and bland answers, they were done, and the host thanked them for their time, shaking each of their hands and they walked backstage. "You didn't tell me you met a girl!" Bill laughed, smiling widely. "Was she nice?"

"She was probably the sweetest girl I've met" Tom grinned and bill grabbed his arm, shaking him back and forth. "You gonna call her, or do you not have her number?" "I do, but are you sure I should call her? It might be creepy, and maybe she was just looking for someone to hang out with" Tom said, a hint of anxiousness in his tone.

"Well, it'd still be nice to talk, maybe she wants more" Bill shrugged as he walked out of the studio, going into the tour bus. Tom nodded, getting out his phone and dialing your number.

"Hello?"

WHEW HOLY SHIT sorry for not posting a fic for so long, this week has been insane

Thank you all for being so supportive and helping me these past few days, I love you all 💗

If I'm up to it though, this might become a series, or even a book, and that's why I ended it on a cliffhanger, but I hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's short

[creedslove]

BETRAYED - PART FOUR

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro invites you to be his plus one for the night but his attention is caught by another woman and leaves you with a broken heart

Warnings: angst, age gap, established friendship, unrequited love/one sided feelings, Pedro being a dick but also a tiny little bit of fluff

A/N: I'm so sorry but I can't manually tag anyone on the post, the app won't just let me do it!

ALSO, I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE TO GO FROM HERE, SO IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS OR SUGGESTIONS LET ME KNOW! 💖

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

"What the fuck are you doing here, Pedro?!" You asked shocked, noticing your voice came out squeaky at the nervousness of the situation. In all the time you've known each other not once he came to your place unannounced and let alone broke into. You honestly had no idea what was that shit about but you didn't like it a bit. It felt so invasive, so creepy, that's definitely something you never expected from Pedro.

The man, on the other hand just scoffed and shook his head, looking at you with angry eyes

"I was just waiting for you, as you don't bother answering my calls nor my texts, I figured I could come and see if you were still alive, which I can see you are, alive and well, by the way, especially after the little date with your new friend. His name is Liev, right? Did you bat your eyes at him and giggled at every single thing he said just like you used to with me?" He got up and walked towards you, staring hardly into your eyes.

"So, you couldn't simply give me a heads-up you weren't coming to my house the other day? You're just too busy to even remember I exist, Y/N? But not to Liev, right? For him you have all the time in the world, what a fucking great friend you are, Y/N!" He said angrily.

You couldn't believe your ears, he had the nerve to come to your place and accuse you of being a bad friend? You clenched your jaw and you could swear if you had the guts you could punch Pedro right there.

You also took a step closer, showing you were not at all intimidated by his scene.

"A bad friend? Are you really calling me a bad friend? You gotta be kidding me, honestly, I can't believe your nerve to say that, if anything you're the bad friend here, you treat me as nothing but a cute pet, someone you like to have around and stroke your ego, but whenever you find something better, you forget I exist"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes

"Is this about the party again? Honestly Y/N what were you expecting? That I would stop my life for you? Just because you have a crush on me?! Please, grow up! You're not a little girl anymore, maybe it's time for you to find a man so you won't bother me anymore?" Pedro raised his voice but immediately regretted what he'd said. He saw how your eyes filled with tears, the disappointment was written all over your face. You swallowed and shook your head "I'm not talking about my feelings for you, I am talking about how bad of a friend you are, how cruel of you was to hump another woman in front of me, ditch me so you could go and fuck her, you left me there, as if I didn't matter, as if you barely knew me!!" You shouted angrily and looked down, drying your tears so he wouldn't see them.

"You're telling me to grow up? How about you fucking grow up? It's about time a man your age, get over this stupid commitment issue you got. For god's sake Pedro, you are nearly 50 years old, no wife, no kids, all your relationships won't last more than a year and you really think the problem is me? You are the fucking problem!" You shouted, not caring if his brown eyed that were often so full of joy were now sparkly with tears.

"I-.. Do you really think that of me, Y/N?" He asked in a low voice,

"I do" you said coldly. Pedro, on the other hand, felt so horrible about everything that happened and above all, about himself. He never believed he would be able to handle a relationship but the assumption you didn't have faith in him shattered his heart, you always saw the good in him, you believed him and supported him when things were so hard he felt like giving things up and now, he had ruined everything, just like he did with everything in his life that wasn't his career. He had given up a chance to be happy, to have his own family, and now he had lost you, he was sure.

You walked to the front door and held it open for him "I'd like you to leave now, you were not invited and I don't want your company, Pedro" . You watched him walk away in silence, turning around and giving you one last glance, blinking his tears and exiting your life.

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For the next months the only news you got from Pedro were through reels and headlines that insisted on appearing every time you logged in social media. You'd read somewhere he was shooting another movie in some country you didn't pay attention to, so that assured you you wouldn't risk running into him anywhere you used to go together. You hadn't talked since the day at your house, and you weren't sure if you wanted to talk to him at all, of course it was hard and so many times you had to remind yourself there was no one to send funny pictures you knew he would like, or talk about your interests or even hang out. You felt empty, emptier than you ever did after any romantic relationship you'd ever had. Your friendship with Pedro was intense and even if he didn't like you back, it was a love story, at least on your side of the picture.

Sometimes you wanted to check on him, see if he was doing alright, but you didn't have the guts, you both had hurt each other so bad, and after all, he did tell you to find a man so you'd leave him alone. You always thought of that when you typed a 'Hello' on your conversation, before erasing things up.

He was still the internet's sweetheart and each time a new picture or interview came out, he always seemed happy and excited so you wondered if he missed you at all.

You dropped your phone as you walked into the toy store, you'd been invited for your friend's toddler's birthday party. You'd met Kate through Pedro, he was friends with her husband, but the two of you hit off and you spent a lot of time together and now her sweet little princess Flora was turning three and you were looking forward to spending a cozy afternoon surrounded by happy children and your friend.

You picked the prettiest doll you could find at the store and rushed to Kate's house as you were almost running late.

When you knocked on the door Flora ran as fast as her little legs allowed her to almost bumping into her mommy who opened the door, welcoming you with a nervous smile. You could tell she wanted to say something, but Flora hugged your legs and as soon as you lowered yourself she wrapped her arms around your neck and snuggled you tight.

"Y/N!!!!!!" She squealed happily and her eyes immediately fell onto the beautiful and colorful gift you had in hands, she paid attention to nothing else but the big package and she felt pure happiness and excitement as she opened it and saw the gorgeous doll. Flora clung to you again and giggled

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you Y/N!!" She said overly excited and ran off to play with her new favorite toy.

Kate was distracted for a moment at how glad her daughter was and how cute the two of them were, however, her expression darkened and before you could even greet the other guests, she pulled you to the kitchen, where you two were alone.

"Y/N, before you get into the party, I must warn you… Pedro is here"

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A/N: Hi guys, I really hope you have enjoyed this chapter, it was a sad one, I gotta admit and I guess you all got the revenge you wanted on Pedro, he got a taste of his own medicine and it was not good at all! I gotta confess I'm beginning to pity him 🤦‍♀️ and as I said before, I still don't have a lot of ideas for chapter five, so if you guys have anything in mind and want to suggest, let me know! 💖

[heartofwritiing]

could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

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warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

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Headcanons and Ideas that Episode “Through the Looking Back Glass” Left Me With

(Long post)

1. Wandless magic

First of all, every time I see the incident scene, I can't help but wonder about the magic without a wand. I mean the part where Child Cedric performs a spell with his bare hands, when he tries to fix Cordelia's hair.

That got me thinking because (and correct me if I'm wrong) I don't have seen another sorcerer or sorceress do magic only with their hands. My headcanon about this is that some wizards, with a long lineage of magic, can do some spells without a wand.

And, well, it makes sense to me knowing that Cedric came from a long line of wizards.

Anyway, I don't know if doing this kind of magic is somewhat advanced for a child. It caught my attention when Child Cordelia says: "But you can't cast a spell like that, Ceddy. You're too young".

And then, Cedric shows her he actually CAN do the spell. That, more than a headcanon, makes me wonder if Cedric was a prodigy in magic before losing his self-confidence due to the incident.

And it makes me a little sad thinking about whether Cedric could have had a brighter future if that incident had never happened.

2. Goodwyn being a terrible father

I always found it so unfair the way everyone treats Child Cedric when the smoke serum failed, and even more so, the way his parents let it happen. I know this doesn't even happen in the episode, but I think it's somewhat implicit that Goodwyn didn't defend or at least comfort Cedric. He doesn't even seem to forgive him for his "mistake."

I mean, if your son accidentally hurts his sister, I understand your anger at first. Maybe saying he shouldn't be playing with things he doesn't know or punishing him for his carelessness, perhaps. But eventually, you should tell him it's fine, that you know it wasn't his intention, right? I don't know, something like that, because despite everything, HE'S A CHILD.

Children make mistakes. Cedric's "mistake" was serious, of course. But I think that, as a father, anyone should not let it grow so much that it becomes social rejection. I don't know if I explain myself. But I mean that the way Goodwyn (and Winnifred) handled the matter was terrible.

This brings me to my idea: something was wrong in that family even before the incident. (Explained more in the later points)

Maybe not as bad as it sounds, but personally, I believe something was happening at least between Goodwyn and Cedric for Goodwyn to act like that. I could also say, my headcanon is that Goodwyn had all his hopes and expectations on Cedric. He was going to be his replacement, the new Royal sorcerer, even if he was a child.

I believe part of the way Goodwyn probably reacts and treats Cedric after the incident (I'm referring to all the scolding and interrupting him, as seen in the Mystic Meadows episode) comes from that idea of him disgracing his legacy. Sorry if it's a very basic idea, but this takes me to another point.

3. Goodwyn shit-talking about Cedric

So, similar to the part before, I think that even before the incident, Goodwyn was very hard on Cedric. For the reasons I explained before, I think Goodwyn put pressure on Cedric to get his spells right and that kind of thing. Because, surely even before everything, Cedric did not meet his expectations.

And one of the reasons I believe this is because of that part when Child Cordelia screams at Cedric during the incident: “This is all your fault.”

Because even if, at that moment, it definitely looked like it was his fault, why was Child Cordelia's first reaction to scream and blame Cedric? Because it's a learned habit.

From nothing more than Goodwyn. A child doesn’t learn alone; they imitate behaviors from their home and environment. He doesn't care to say it in front of Sofia (a girl who shouldn't be involved in it) in that buttercups episode, after all. That’s my headcanon here.

Cordelia saw the way her father scolded Cedric, and then, she learned to do it. The incident was only the trigger, so to speak.

It obviously got worse after the incident.

4. Winnifred and Cordelia Relationship

I know it was such a short scene and maybe the animators didn't want to make a young Winnifred model, but where the fuck was Winnifred during the incident? It's your daughter's big special entrance; shouldn't you be in the front row to see her?

That was just a thought I wanted to share, anyway…

This episode, and others about Cedric’s family, gave me the headcanon that just as Cedric had a bad relationship with his father, Cordelia had it with her mother.

Maybe not as bad as Cedric with Goodwyn, but something like that. Let me explain my thought. When Child Cordelia needs comfort, she doesn't look for her mother; she runs to her father. (Well, yeah, because Winnifred wasn't there, so we don't know if Cordelia could have gone to her instead.)

I think Cordelia and Goodwyn had a better relationship because Winnifred always had a slight preference for Cedric that only grew after the incident. With Goodwyn and Cordelia attacking Cedric, Winnifred may have felt an obligation to be on her son’s side.

That probably would make Child Cordelia feel like her mother is betraying her. I mean, if your mother tries to defend the person that hurt you (that left you bald), you probably feel angry at her.

Even more so when she spends her time saying he's a “great sorcerer” despite everything he did. You live permanently bald because of him, and he's a great sorcerer? That's totally bullshit. (At least, that's what Cordelia must have thought.)

And, as it seems in “Cedric be good,” she also supports him in anything he does. Even when it’s something bad and a legit crime. I just imagine Winnifred defending Child and young Cedric for everything he did, even if, sometimes, it was really his fault. So, in part, that makes me understand Cordelia's anger.

Yeah, I made a headcanon to understand and empathize with Cordelia a little.

So, probably Cordelia got closer to her dad. I also can see them talking shit about Cedric while doing some activity together, lol. It's like their recreational time.

Summary: Cedric is a mommy’s boy and Cordelia is a daddy’s girl. (Is that expression well used? I don't speak English but I have seen some people use it. I'm a little afraid of using the wrong expressions and having something else understood.)

5. Sorceress/ sorcerer balls are a presentation to magical society.

Yep. That's my other headcanon. (And I think it's for any gender)

I belive this because of the other wizards we can see in the background. Again, I know it's because it's probably easier for animators to use the same models of other characters, but let’s leave that aside.

These wizards are the same as in the episode “Hexley Hall” during the song the other familiars sing to Wormwood. These people are academics from Hexley Hall and, apparently, very important people in the world of wizards. (Because of the number of portraits they have around the series and so on.)

I think the ball is a way of presenting the new little wizards who will join the world of sorcery. Also, I think that after 10 years old, is the time they enter Hexley Hall. So, it makes sense for people from Hexley Hall to come to these parties to see their future students and members.

I say it's from the age of ten because in Cedric's flashback in Hexley Hall, he already has white locks. Personally, I think Cedric was 8 or 9 during the incident, and that Cordelia is the older sister. In fact, I thought that was canon until I saw some people disputing it.

Anyway, that only makes Cedric's mistake more significant. Because he, in front of the eyes of the most important people in the magic community, looked like a failure. And maybe that's why he had such a bad reputation in Hexley Hall.

Plus whatever he did in his school years.

Thank you for your time! I would like to know what you think about it. I can't believe how interesting a scene that's less than five minutes long is.

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Mcyt bbut a Karen makes their S/O cry? :0

It's the readers first ever encounter with one in the wild and at first Y/N just,,, tries to ignore the woman/leave but the Karen does the usual of not letting em leave and then Y/N gets overwhelmed and starts crying?-

BAHAHHAAB I LOVE FUCKING WRITINF ABOUT KARENS I CANNOT LMFAOOOOOO ; thank you for the request lol ; I got a random strike of writers block halfway through and its very obvious I'm sorry

MCYT ; wild karen encounter

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, iterations of homophobia/transphobia & fatphobia, Karen activity, reader is described as nonbinary

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TOMMYINNIT

you two went different ways while clothes shopping and you were looking at more fem/masc (whichever doesn't conform with your sex) clothing

you felt someone glaring daggers at you so you glanced up and saw some random ass woman staring at you, accompanied by her 13ish year old son

she started making remarks about how you shouldn't be looking at those clothes and it's not "modest" for a little young man/woman like you

like mf you're nonbinary huh

you try to ignore her, meanwhile her son looks SO uncomfortable and wants to very obviously leave

she starts recording you out of no where to call you slurs and the sons just like "mom stop" and of course she doesn't

you end up crying and trying to hide it while you defend yourself but you get quickly overstimulated and flustered

the yelling caught Tommy's attention so he quickly walks over like "woah, woah, woah, what's going on?"

and she starts SCREAMING at poor Tommy about you

he looks at you literally wiping your tears while she's STILL recording it and he just peacefully flames her ass

"it doesn't matter what the hell they wear, clothes don't have gender and I could care less about what my partner buys and wears and how they express themselves. go post that to Facebook and look like a fuckin' idiot."

he pulls you away to the changing rooms so you can talk in private and eventually try on the clothes you were looking for

while he was going that he got a hold of a nearby security officer and told them about the situation since you'd both been illegally recorded on the premises of the store

he didn't wanna press charges for you or anything but at least wanted the woman escorted out to look more like a dumbass, considering the security guard had to call the police because what she did was a crime

couple days later you found the video and bodycam footage of the woman being detained and arrested for resisting arrest and recording someone without consent on private property, which is marked as a felony where you live

live laugh love Tommy bc everyone in the video description was hyping him up and saying how bad they felt for you and even the son 🫶

RANBOO

dude you can't even go grocery shopping without people bitching about you guys

you were just trying to pick out some chips and this lady walks past with a scoff

ran quickly turns around like, "Sorry, can we help you?"

she quickly starts yelling about how you gay people are all going to hell and shit

ranboo quickly spits back but you get overstimulated and really take it to heart and you tear up a bit

the lady notices and points it out

she then follows you around the store, yelling at you and shit while they're on the phone dialing the non emergency police line because wtf is wrong w this lady???

before you're questioned and after she's detained, you guys stand alone and try to calm yourself down because you were just getting really stressed about it because wtf do you even do in that situation

gives you a big hug and reassures you that it's okay to cry

he's generally just proud of you in general for being able to hold yourself together for the most part

FREDDIE BADLINU

you two were going out for a little movie date, and dressed in tuxedos to watch Saw X

some dumbass dude was making snarky comments to his wife about you two considering you were holding hands while ordering snacks

Freddie turns around, having heard the guy talking about you thinking he dropped something "can I help you?" He asks in the nicest tone possible

the man and his wife both start making nasty comments about "this generation going to hell" and how you're brainwashing Freddie or something???

you almost immediately start crying because you're trying to ignore it and talk to the girl behind the counter filling your popcorn bucket who doesn't know what to do

she quickly pushes the security button under the counter because she can see your distress and how Freddie was just like stunned as he looked between the couple and you cause like wth

once they're escorted out you're the first in the theater so you guys sit there and talk it all out because you got really overwhelmed

he gives you a hug and reassures you that you did nothing wrong and you're gonna enjoy the movie

the dude had a warrant out for his arrest for not paying child support anyways L

NIKI NIHACHU

you two were out on a walk in a park holding hands and shit and passed this little family down by the creek

the mom just goes full fucking demon mode and starts recording you guys and shouting at you

niki quickly retaliated with a "leave us alone!" before walking off

you were visibly pretty shaken but she reassures you everything is okay and she probably wasn't even recording

she ends up finding the video a few days later

thankfully all the comments were supporting you two and flaming the lady's ass lmao

QUACKITY

you guys were out doing stuff (getting shit at home depot for quackitys new house and peojects) and some Karen was judging your abilities to handy-man basically

"actually, my partner is the best handyman I know! so shut the fuck up"

the Karen immediately goes to the front to get a manager or some shit

meanwhile yall quickly checkout and leave

while leaving you see her getting detained for resisting an officer with violence and threatening an officer 🥰

that becomes a story you tell at every single "family reunion" (meetup with friends)

he still boasts about yelling at someone like that

FOOLISH GAMERS

you guys were out getting snacks for a movie night with friends that were staying over

some Karen made a comment how you needed to go on a diet or some shit since you were the one carrying the basket full of unhealthy snacks

foolish quickly whips around and flames her ass

you just kinda stand there like "wtf"

foolish slings an arm around your shoulders and leads you away since she wouldn't stop blabbering and was threatening to call the cops for some reason

back in the car he reassures you that you do not need to go on a diet and you don't need to listen to the lady whatsoever

movie night was 10/10 you watched Barbie & roasted Saltburn bc that movie wasn't good like at all

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the hard deck: too observant to play dumb (pt 1)

wc: 1.7 k

synopsis: how the arrival at the hard deck went

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a/n: hey yall! so fun fact it has been 8 years since I started this blog, and as a little thank you, I have a 3 part update to the athena-verse, the whole thing comprises the hard deck scene from the beginning of the movie and will end basically where athena settles debts starts. as always I hope you enjoy, and let me know if you want to be added to the tags!

You'd been standing with Jake and Javi when Nat finally walked in.

"Athena! I've been looking for you!" she shouts, pulling your attention away from the pool table you'd just set up with Javi.

"Oh shit, sorry 'Nix," you offer a half smile.

"Answer your god damn for when I call you," she groans, pointing menacingly at you.

"Yes, Ma'am," you mock salute before noticing the two men behind her. "Looks like you made new friends just fine though," you offer jokingly.

"Payback, Fanboy. Meet Athena, smoothest flier you'll ever see," Phoenix introduces, and you smile warmly at your friend before offering your hand to the two behind her.

"Nice to meet you fellas," you greet.

"High praise coming from Phoenix," Fanboy notes, shaking your head.

"Highest of the high, actually," Payback adds on.

"Yeah, well, there's almost no one I'd rather have on my wing than 'Nix," you compliment back. You were going to ask how they knew your friend, but someone else interrupted you before you could.

"Yo, are we playing or what?" you roll your eyes as you turn back to where Jake and Javi are standing and gesture to the three in front of you; you realize Jake is hunched over the table, lining up his next shot.

"I'm playing nice, Seresin. You should try it," you prod, and Javi manages a slight smirk at Jake.

Jake looks up and makes eye contact with you while landing a ball in a corner pocket, and you can't help but roll your eyes again, cocky bastard. When he straightens, he finally notices what has caught your attention. "Well, what do we have here? If it ain't Phoenix, and she found new friends," he smirks, walking around the table in your direction. "And here I thought we were special Coyote. Turns out the invite went out to anybody."

It's almost like a switch is flipped, you realize, watching as Jake now interacts with others. Cocky attitude inflating his ego in a way that was so Hangman but not necessarily Jake. Nat didn't believe you when you tried to explain that you saw past it, and that's why you were friends. She was confident in her reading, which fair, especially when he acted like this.

"Fellas this here is Bagman," she introduces, and you can already tell it's going to be a long detachment spent between your two friends, especially since they hate each other.

"Hangman," he corrects, tone slightly barbed.

"Whatever," Phoenix makes a face at him and rolls her eyes when she looks at you as if to say, C'mon Athena, don't you see what I'm talking about? "You're looking at the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill," she adds on, turning back to Jake.

Your eyes narrow at the compliment-like a statement; however, you don't trust it for a second.

Hangman smiles, "Stop," he muses as he settles down beside you, bumping your shoulder with his as he does, full of pride like a peacock strutting his feathers.

"Mind you, the other guy was in a museum piece from the Korean War," she clarifies, and you nod; you felt this was where she was taking it.

"Cold War," Coyote corrects, always one to back up his friends.

"Different wars, same century," Payback interjects.

"Not this one," Fanboy tacks on.

"Who're your friends?" Coyote asks, eyes dancing over the two on either side of Phoenix.

"Payback."

"Fanboy."

Both aviators introduce themselves with a simple nod, and you can't hide your smile of amusement. The testosterone was off the charts, and Nat was leading the bunch.

"Hey Coyote," she greets, eyes darting to Javi, and you fight the smirk at the look in her eye.

"Hey," he greets, dragging out the 'ey' a bit, and your eyes dart over to Jake just to find a knowing look already focused on you.

"Who's he?" Nat asks, nodding to the side.

"Who's who?" Coyote's brows had furrowed down, and then Nat turned to look at the quiet Aviator in glasses who'd been munching on peanuts while you played pool.

"When did you get in?" Coyote's voice floats over from behind you as you take a moment to observe your silent comrade.

"Oh, oh I've been here the whole time," he admits, and your brow quirks, and quickly you turn to look over at Jake.

"Man's a stealth pilot," you muse gently, and even Nat cracks a smile.

"Literally," Coyote nods.

"Weapons systems officer, actually," he corrects, and your lips twitch; he's adorable, you decide immediately.

"With no sense of humor," Jake huffs out.

You elbow him, and he gasps before standing and handing off the pool cue to Nat.

"What do they call you?" you ask, voice sweet.

"Bob," he answers, offering a hesitant smile in response to your wide one.

"No, your call sign," Payback clarifies.

He seems to hesitate, "uh.." he trails for a second, and you can read the nervous energy easily. "Bob," he repeats, and you frown a bit at the cautious undertones of his voice.

"Bob Floyd?" Nat asks. "You're my new backseater? From Leemore?" her tone had turned a bit incredulous. The smothered chortles from Payback and Fanboy were not nearly as covert as they seemed to think it was, based on the glares Nat was sending them.

"Looks like it, yeah," Bob confirms, and that nervous undertone is still there.

Nat pauses and looks at you. You tilt your head knowingly, and she nods, turning to the back seater.

"Nine ball, Bob. Rack 'em."

"Uh.. kay, yeah," he nods, standing and taking the pool cue outstretched in Natasha's hand.

You pat your friend's shoulder knowingly before turning to look for Jake. You spot him at the bar and start walking that way. You pause, though, when you see him talking to Penny, and then you realize who was on the other side of her and, most likely, who had just caused the bell to ring. Leave it to your dad to piss off the woman who loved him through his worst and best without even trying.

You're so focused on watching the interaction at the bar you miss it when he walks in.

"Bradshaw! That you?" Nat's voice rings out over the noise of the bar. It's only now starting to get busy, and you can't help the way your head snaps over to him.

You'd knew he'd be here. He said as much in his email, but being confronted by him and the past you avoided was something you decided then and there that you weren't ready for.

You're stuck, frozen, watching him interact with Phoenix.

"This is how I find out you're stateside?" she asks before lining up to take her next shot.

"Yeah I thought I'd surprise you," he responds with an easy camaraderie that you hadn't realized existed with the woman you considered to be one of your closest friends these days.

He's looking around the bar, not having spotted you yet, when Nat lets out a hum, taking her shot. Obviously, she lands another in the pocket; this was Phoenix we're talking about. She manages to hit Bradley in the gut with the end of the pool cue, forcing him to keel over a bit.

A petty and vindictive piece of you takes pleasure in that. But another piece, a little girl, she aches for the easygoing relationship and the best friend she once had.

"Guess I surprised you back," she smirks, facing Bradley.

He nods at her, "it's good to see you," he manages to huff out, slowly standing back up.

"It's good to see you too," she smiles, and he lays a gentle hand on her shoulder, and you have to turn back around.

You're counting your breaths again, focusing on what you can see, touch, hear, taste, and smell. You realize too late that Jake's analyzing you. He'd seen how you stiffened up and focused on the interaction, and he saw how you forced yourself to turn around, away from Bradley.

He grabs the beers Penny offers him and a glass of something else, says something to Penny, you think, and then turns back, walking toward you. He places the glass in your hand with a whispered "G&T."

"Thanks," you manage to spit out.

"Where's your head?" he asks, voice still low, and you know that right now, no one is paying attention to the two of you.

"A little too far off the ground," you admit; it wasn't worth the effort to lie to Jake; generally, he saw through it anyway.

You notice how his eyes dart past you, looking at Brad and Nat, but he doesn't ask you about it. Instead, he asks, "What do you need?"

"Time machine?" you ask, eyes finally meeting his straight on instead of jumping around like they had been. He was good at that, asking the right questions; probably a perk of learning how to piss everyone off is also knowing when to pull back.

"Fresh out, I'm afraid," the drawl in his Texan accent always appeared early in the morning and late at night, but also when he drank. Your favorite appearance was in the whispers when he talked low, and it just tended to bleed into every word; it made you think of Jake the football star, Jake the kid who grew up on a ranch, a version of the man before you, you never got to meet.

"Then I guess I'll have to just… manage," you muse sourly.

"You always tend to do better than just manage, 'Thena," he reminds you.

"I don't know about that, at least not this time," you admit.

"This got something to do with Bradshaw?"

"You're too observant to play dumb," is how you answer.

"What, is this a kiss and not tell situation?" There's a cloud in the green of Jake's eyes as he asks, and you're tempted to answer, but quite honestly, you weren't sure if there was a statute of limitations on don't kiss and tell, and you're not sure if your first kiss when you were 13 counts.

"No, it's a different kind of history," is what you actually say. "I'll be okay, you go on though, I just need a minute," you urge.

Jake hesitates, not at all sold on what you'd said, but slowly, he takes a step forward and then another until he's approaching the pool table again.

...

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Hello I wanted to ask if you can possibly write something with Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head where they are jealous because somebody keeps flirting/bugging the s/o or because the s/o talked and laughed with someone else of cours if it’s not a bother to write it😌 hope you have a great day or night🥰

my dear, my friend.... it is never a bother!! Sorry that it took me a couple days!! I'm doing this pretty late at night, so if there are any mistakes I apologize!

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Description: the killers get a little jealous of someone taking your attention away from them

Authors note: not proofread but man I got a lil carried away haha it's definitely a longer post so it's gonna be under the cut

Deathslinger

Caleb isn’t one to get jealous. It’s more so his annoyance at someone flirting with you and you just laugh it off. Knowing you, you probably don’t even see it as flirting. You probably see it as just friendly behavior. Sometimes you can be oblivious to others intentions when it's flirting. Hell, it took Caleb kissing you for you to notice he’s been genuinely flirting with you this whole time. Man, were you bamboozled. Sure you’re attractive and you’ve flirted with people before, but you never knew when people were doing it back intentionally and not just for shits and giggles. 

You were sitting at the survivors camp after a rough trial with the clown. You shivered just thinking about it. He was definitely the creepiest thing you’ve ever encountered. He always got a little touchy with you and you don’t know why. Anyways, you were sitting with Nea, who was also in the last trial with you, and you were both talking about how if the roles were reversed, you’d mori the clown every time. There was a quiet moment when Nea scooted closer as she was poking the fire with a stick and casually put her head on your shoulder. You thought she was just tired and let her rest for a bit. 

You didn’t notice the eyes that were watching you from the tree line. Caleb sneered at how close Nea was to you. It could be innocent, but he wasn’t so sure so he continued to watch. Nea snapped her head up at the sound of something shuffling in the tree line. She brushed it off and decided to put her arms around the one she was resting against earlier and started whispering in your ear. She was just saying thank you for saving her in the last trial and that she’ll always have your back whenever you’re in trials together. Even though her words were innocent, it felt way too intimate and you were looking up at the others hoping someone would notice your slight discomfort. 

Thank god, there was someone that is good at reading people. Leon was standing and talking with Claudette. He called you over as he was trying to remember details from your time before the Entity. You and Leon had been friends back then, since childhood, and he could see the discomfort in your face and thought it was a great opportunity to call you over. You guys were laughing about what he was telling Claudette and Leon had put his arm over your shoulders. Caleb had just about had enough at this point. 

You and Caleb had a special whistle so that you knew it was him calling you. At least no one has caught onto it yet. At least, that’s what you both thought. As soon as you heard it, so did Leon. I guess you shouldn’t be too surprised when Leon said goodbye to Claudette for the both of you and guided you to where he heard the call. You were both on the edge of the forest when you looked at Leon, “Well, I guess you know this is my stop. I knew you of all people would figure it out,” you chuckled. Leon turned to the forest and whispered, “ I at least know you’re safe when you’re out there (N/N). Love you, take care of yourself until I see you next.” “You know I will, love you too, butthead,” you chuckled after he punched your arm lightly as you walked into the forest. 

You were walking through, but didn’t see Caleb anywhere. “Caleb!” you whisper shouted, looking around for him. “Darlin’, you need to stop being so nice to everyone. They’re gonna think you don’ belong to someone.” You quickly turned to face your lover and reached out to put your arms around his waist. He put one of his hands on your lower back and looked into your eyes with a seriousness you haven’t seen in a while. You let out a sigh, “Caleb, my love… I didn’t mean for anyone to get the wrong idea. You know Leon is harmless.” “I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout him. You’ve already given me y’all’s history, baby doll,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m talkin’ bout that handsy girl. Stop bein’ so kind that they think they can touch ya like that.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t think she would try anything. I still don’t think she will, ok? You don’t have to worry about it my sweet man.” Caleb scoffed at the nickname. He always thought it sounded silly, but he dismissed it and gave another kiss to your forehead and led you to his realm trying to be as calm as he can be. “Next time you’re at the camp, just stay in the saloon. If I’m not there I’ll be comin’ for ya darlin’.” “Hmmmm. I’ll think about it. I still have my friends ya know.” “Yeah, well, it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time with me.” You walk just a few steps ahead and smile now knowing he was a little jealous. “Well. If you miss me that bad, I guess I can come around more often.” You turn around quickly, stopping him in his tracks with a small and gruff, “Good. Now get to steppin’,” he said as he turned you around with a small pat to your butt making you let out a yelp.

Wraith

Since he was brought here by the Entity he felt fine with his looks. Until one time he was stalking the survivor’s camp listening to them talk about life. He went back to listen to their stories the next day, but the small group he was near were talking about which of the killers could get a “pass”. He didn’t really get what they meant until they were mentioning attractiveness. Now Philip wasn’t rated last, but he was definitely low on the scale. Only then did he question his appearance.

One day he was having a slow day. Not many trials were happening with him in it and he decided to explore his realm a little. He hated the cars that were around him. None of them were really cool, nor were they noteworthy. However, today has been a slow day for you too. He recognized you from the survivor’s camp and remembered listening to some of your stories. They were really interesting and he remembered how good of a story-teller you were. He could tell from some of your stories, just what kind of person you were. You had such passion and he knows from listening to some of the gossip when there were other groups, that you helped a lot in trials. He never noticed because you were still kinda new and he hasn’t had a trial with you yet.

He was slowly approaching you as you looked inside one of the cars. He rung his bell to see what you’d do, but all you did was look around before continuing to explore his realm. He rung his bell a couple more times as he stalked you throughout the place. You didn’t have much of a reaction to it, so when he finally revealed himself, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. 

“Ahaha. Uh.. so, um. I hope I’m not bothering you. I, uh, just wanted to explore?” you end with a higher pitch hoping it made you seem more innocent and not like you were invading his space. You know he’s a killer and that he could very well hurt you here, but from the small tilt of his head you could tell it’s not going to happen. At least, not yet. You looked up to meet his eyes and slowly reached a hand out. “I’m (Y/N). I’m kinda new here.” He looked down at your hand and grabbed it lightly. You let out a light gasp as you looked down at his hand in yours and turned it over. His hand was warm and you couldn’t help but step closer to the body heat he was providing. You weren’t exactly brought here in warm clothes and there was definitely a breeze in this realm. “(Y/N)!!!! Where are you?!” you heard from the tree line. You looked over to find Mikaela about to enter the realm. Philip quickly let go of your hand and was pulling away from you, “W-Wait!” but he was already gone when you looked at Mikaela again to see if she was coming closer. You sigh in disappointment looking around you before you let out a low, “Bye, I guess.” You tried to warm your arms up before you ran over to the red head and headed back to camp with one last look over your shoulder. 

Philip knew he liked you, You were too soft, too warm to be in a place like this. He definitely had tried to see you back at the survivor’s camp, but he was better at observing than trying to approach you. Today you were talking with a group near where he was hiding. The topic definitely made his ears perk up as he heard someone ask you “Hey, (Y/N), what’s your type?” You laughed a little as you said the classic “tall, dark, and handsome. Haha. Well, that’s true, but also the quiet ones. Ya know, a little shy. I talk a lot so I can definitely hold the conversation for the both of us,” you laugh. While everyone in your group was laughing and talking to each other about their types. Jonah stood up from his spot and sat next to you, “So. Tall, dark, and handsome, huh? You wouldn’t happen to be talking about me now would you?” he said as he draped his arm over your shoulders. Philip could feel himself getting upset with the fact that Jonah was touching you. You chuckled and pushed his arm off, “I don’t know if you were listening, but the keywords were shy and quiet. That is like the opposite of you.” He tried to lean in to whisper to you, but you heard a familiar bell and immediately stood up with a quick “I gotta pee. Bye.” He looked at you confused as you quickly walked into the forest. “Hello?!” You walked further hearing the bell just ahead. Suddenly, there was just silence. You looked around disappointed you didn’t hear or see anything. You were just about to give up and head back towards the camp when you turned and saw him. “H-Hi. I’ve been looking for you ya know?” He stepped towards you and kneeled down a bit. “You really saved me back there. He was definitely getting too close for comfort.” You looked into his eyes and stepped towards him a bit. Leaning down he got to your level so that you were face-to-face.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him and shivered a bit, you lifted your hand as you were about to touch his face, but you hesitated. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his face himself. He leaned into your hand and closed his eyes for a moment. You could feel him relax, but all of a sudden you heard Jonah’s voice yelling out your name. Philip snapped his eyes open and with a small growl he grabbed you around your waist and stood to his full height and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your arms around his neck. He jingled his bell and you were no longer in the forest and back in his realm. “Mine,” he said softly enough for you to hear. You smiled at him, still wrapped in his arms and rested your head on his shoulder, “Sure thing, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.”

Doctor

Herman is quite the sadist when it comes to the survivors. You included. However, he has calmed down quite a bit with you as your relationship grew. Since he loved making observations, he would often watch you guys at the survivors camp and how you interacted with everyone. He was trying to see what your relationships were like with the other survivors.

He is 100% a possessive man. You are his and he very much would like to keep it that way. He didn’t even stop his observations when you were in trials with him. He was excited to have you in his trial today. There were some new survivors and he wanted to see how they interacted with others. Herman was chasing one of the new survivors. 

Vittorio was running as fast as he could when he was running up behind two other survivors. He only recognized one which was you, you’ve saved him a couple times when he didn’t know what was going on, and the other was some woman he didn’t know yet. Herman let out a loud laugh as he was creeping up to the three of you when the woman he knows to be Haddie decided to drop a palette. However, this palette happened to almost fall on you, but Vittorio managed to grab you by your waist and save you from being squished under the massive palette. You, Vittorio, and Herman looked at the fallen palette then at Haddie who was running away. Herman was not happy about Haddie, but was cautious about Vittorio’s arm around your waist and the fact that he was pulling you away from Herman. Herman was trying to be logical about the events as he broke the palette and you and your new companion ran off into the opposite direction of Haddie. As soon as he got his hands on her he shocked her until the screaming stopped. He didn’t mori her. No, that was too easy. He hooked her as soon as he found one. 

He was now on the hunt for the other survivors and you. He had finally found the one that wasn’t a part of the earlier ordeal and hooked them. You heard the scream when you were working on a generator with Vittorio. “I should go grab them. Have you seen a med pack anywhere?” you ask as you stand up from the now functioning generator. He stood up and shook his head no. “I didn’t know to grab them.” “That’s ok! I’ll just have to look for it on my way to the other survivor. You go work on the last generator,” you smile at him and he nods as he heads off.

You obviously run into Herman and he wouldn’t let you pass without giving him a small kiss on the cheek and him giving you a small shock on the ass as you ran away. You grab Jill off the hook and hear the final generator roar to life which obviously meant you could escape to the camp. You and Jill run as fast as you can towards the exit, but Herman is hot on your tail. He must’ve been waiting around the wall the hook was on. You didn’t want to leave Jill behind so you grabbed her hand and ran faster. You both see the exit in front of you, but as you got closer Jill tripped over herself and brought you down with her. You groaned as you hit the ground. Herman was about to go over her and to grab you when you suddenly got yanked up by Vittorio who brought you through the gate to safety. Herman was not happy about this turn of events. Why is this man so keen on protecting you? Why are his hands on you whenever you guys are around each other?

You sighed as you guys reached camp without Jill. Haddie was already sitting by the camp and Vittorio was mad at how she put you in danger when you helped everyone in the trial, even her. He guided you to another part of the camp with his hand on your lower back. “Is everything ok?” you ask him. “Yes. I just don’t appreciate how she endangered you and ran off,” he jerked his head in Haddie’s direction. “It’s ok. Not everyone reciprocates your help. That’s just how it is here,” you say softly. “That makes no sense. Does she have no shame?” You smile and decide you better tell him about this place some more. You sat Vittorio down and talked to him about how things work around here. He was actively listening to you when you realized how tired you were from the last trial. 

With a small goodbye, you got up to go to Herman’s realm as he should be back by now. You were walking through the forest towards the loud zaps of electricity. “That new survivor is quite touchy isn’t he, darling?” you hear him say as you walk into his lab. “No, he was just trying to make sure I was ok since I was helping him. He’s new and I can’t help but at least give him some tips.” “Good thing you’re so nice? Hmm?” “ What are you trying to insinuate, Doctor Carter?” you cross your arms across your chest as you lean against the table he was writing notes down about today’s trial. He looked up quickly, “Nothing. Nothing. I’m not insinuating anything. I’m simply stating the man is touchy, that's all my love.” “Yeah, well I remember what it was like being new. You aren’t exactly the easiest first killer to deal with.” “No, you’re right. I guess I’m not,” he chuckled. “Guess not,” you lean in and kiss him on the corner of his lips.

Pyramid Head

It’s been a couple days since you’ve seen your big and buff monster of a boyfriend. He hasn’t had a trial with you and you’ve managed to be chased by monstrous killers that weren’t him. Such disappointment. You were sitting at the camp since sitting by the fire was much more comforting than the elementary school. You don’t exactly have a bed or anything there. It can also get lonely when you have been waiting for him for a couple days. 

There was one person who had been sitting near you that you never really got to know yet. He seemed kind of like an outsider which is weird considering the circumstances. You had nothing better to do anyways. “Psst. Hey! Jeff. Come over here real quick!” you called out to him. He looked to his side and then at you. He funnily enough pointed himself and looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes and scooted over to him. “Got any good bedtime stories?” you ask sweetly. “Listen, kid. My bedtime stories are probably not as interesting as yours. I know you’ve been here longer than me. Word around town is you’re even sleeping with the enemy.” “Man, you are just a bundle of joy ain’t ya,” you chuckled. “I could care less about your personal life. Being here is one hell of a ride. I wouldn’t be surprised if I went after that plague woman,” you instantly ease up and chuckle a bit. “Ahh, so you’re type is powerful, deadly, and gorgeous huh?” Jeff laughed and said “Yeah, I guess you can say that,” he poked the fire with a stick. “At least we got something in common,” you both chuckle at that.

You spent the rest of the night just talking about your life before this place. He seems like a pretty cool guy. He reminds you of one of your uncles with some of the things he says. He even told you that you reminded him of his younger sibling. By the end of the night you guys practically made a fake family pact then decided to take a nap before you get pulled into a trial.

You wake up with a gasp because you felt yourself being launched onto the shoulder of your hunk of a man. “P-Pyra?” you wheezed out as he put you down gently. You looked up at him when he brushed his hand against your face. You melt into him and wrap your arms around his chest. You heard a groan come from his helmet as he wrapped his arm without his weapon around you tightly. When you pulled away he grabbed your arm and wrote on your forearm and small ‘IMY’ with his finger. You leaned up a little and placed a small kiss on his peck. “I missed you too, big guy.” 

As the trial went on and you somehow got the generators working with the help of Jeff. You didn’t see Pyramid Head anywhere as you were running to the gate with Jeff, but in normal klutzy fashion, you tripped over the corner of a palette. Pyra finally showed up and was about to grab you for some alone time when Jeff just yanked you up and over his shoulder as he ran out the exit. All you heard was a roar from your lover as you made it to the survivors camp. After settling everything with Jeff at the camp. You headed out to Pyra’s realm hoping to finally have some alone time. 

Stepping into his realm you see him entering the school in the distance and you quickly run to catch up to him. “Pyra!” He keeps walking as if you didn’t say anything. You think he didn’t hear you so when you get to the entrance and follow him down the hallway, you wrap your arms around his waist from behind. “Bubby? Why’d you walk off?” He groaned a little in annoyance. You know it’s not at you though. You put your hands under his shirt and run your hands up and down his stomach and pecs. “I love you, you know that right?” He nodded a little and you pull his top up just above your head and placed kisses on the exposed skin. “I just made a friend in that guy that got me at the end. We talked earlier when I couldn’t find you, and we just reminded each other of family from before this place. That’s all bub.” He turned and his tongue snuck out the corner of his mask and gave you a lil lick on the cheek making you laugh and let go of him. You both knew everything was alright.

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[galaxyedging]

Joel Miller x f!reader.

A little fluff about Joel and Jackson's mail carrier.

TW: talk of loss of a child.

WC:1.4k

Not edited. I want to post it before I second guess myself.

@inkededucatednnerdy and @grogusmum

Love Letters

One man's trash is another man's treasure. 

That was the first thing you thought at the town meeting when it was unanimously decided that you would be Jackson's mail carrier. It didn't really need a vote, you were the only one that wanted the position. Maria does like to do things the proper way before making things official.

The town store cleared out a smaller storage room to be used as the post office. It wasn't used as a storage room because you couldn't fit any shelves in there and still be able to step inside. Still you appreciated the gesture. That appreciation grew when Tommy suggested putting in a service window to the outside of the build and making a few other accommodations. It grew further still when he sent his brother to do the work. 

Joel Miller had been in town for at least six months now. It was hard to know what to make of him. His resting face could scare the skin off of a cat. You could see the world had been even less kind to him than most. It was etched in every line on his face. It pooled behind his eyes in his vacant stare, as if he was wading through it still. Then someone would talk to him and he'd be all manners and Southern charm. If the someone was family, especially the girl he brought with him, his face would light up. The years, kind or not, would melt away. The joy lit him up from the inside out. He was a handsome man but moments like that made him truly beautiful. 

Joel was all business when came to help you out. It was nice, almost like being back before the world went to shit and you could hire people instead of working your fingers to the bone yourself. With a pencil behind his ear, he listened to exactly what you wanted before whipping the pencil out to roughly sketch out the area that he'd be cutting out. When he got to the bottom of the area he sketched out he stopped. “Would you mind standing here?”

The small room felt even smaller when you stood where Joel indicated. The heat that rolled off him licked at your skin. His hands bumped against your waist as he made a mark on the wall. “Sorry.” He glanced upward at you.

“It's alright.” you managed to get out suddenly feeling much too hot for the time of year in Jackson.

For the next few days, Joel worked diligently. The concentration on his face morphed his sharp profile into something almost predatory. A few times you had to quickly avert your eyes to avoid being caught staring. A part of you longed to have him study you with that gaze. On the last day, you brought Joel a coffee, on Tommy's suggestion to thank him.

The smile the strongly brewed liquid brought to his face couldn't pass without comment from you. A small laugh left your lips and drew Joel's attention, his brows raised in question.

“Sorry. I just…that look, it's the same you get when you see your family. Guess I know what's important to you.”

You hug your own hot beverage to your chest to feel its comfort. It's possible you have just completely stepped over a line and you brace for rejection.

“Yeah, I guess. Once upon time they both went hand in hand. I was a single dad so coffee was a necessity.” Joel speaks more to his mug than to you.

“I'm not a coffee person. My single parenting aid was soda and candy. I'd hide it in the cabinets where my son couldn't see.” The memory brought a smile to your face that grew once you saw Joel visibly relax.

“My daughter was very health conscious. She played soccer. She was good too. I wouldn't have to hide the candy but she did have a thing for coke.” A little laugh breaks through. “And milkshakes. God, she loved them.”

“My son was the same. He used to try and remake his favourite flavours at home. The times I had to clean off the walls in the kitchen because he forgot the blender lid.” A laugh of your own dies halfway through as the memory proves too much. A sob catches in your throat. “Sorry. I haven't talked about him in a long while.”

Joel ever so slightly shifts so he's turned towards you. His outstretched knee is only a few inches from yours. It's if he's trying to reach out and comfort you. “It's alright. I get it. Before Ellie came along, I couldn’t talk about Sarah.”

“Sarah. Pretty name.” You commented absently.

“Yeah.” Joel hesitates for a moment before pushing on. “What was your son’s name?”

“Owen. It was my great grandfather's name.” 

“That's a good name.”

The next part comes out easier, just like when a baby is born and the date, time and weight just roll off the tongue.

“He didn't make it through outbreak day. He was sick. Cancer. They brought the infected to the hospitals. He never made it out.”

“Neither did Sarah. We were so close to being out. A soldier tried to take us out. He only got Sarah.”

The two of you sit in silence. It's only when Tommy's voice breaks it do you realise that you and Joel had been holding hands.

The crisp air, the sense of purpose, the exercise. There isn't one thing you don't like about your mail round. Now that the whole thing has been up and running for a few months, people are actually sending letters. The school made the children write and post letters for homework, some of them still keep it up. The few older residents of Jackson enjoy the nostalgia.

Today your job satisfaction is at an all time high. Today is your first Valentine's Day. Everyone in Jackson seems to have gotten into the spirit. Christmas had been magical but seeing everyone join in on a less celebrated holiday was so fun. Even the town's more reserved residents had gotten caught up in the excitement. Thankfully, it seemed that not one person had been left out. Everyone had at least one letter. Then there was Joel. Standing at his mailbox you clutch the half a dozen envelopes of various sizes. The tightness of your grip is mirrored around your heart. Any one of these letters could steal Joel away from you. Not that he was yours, you were just friends, close friends but just friends all the same. With a heaviness you don't normally feel on your rounds you slide the letters in the open box until you feel resistance that doesn't just come from you. Pulling the letters back and peering into the box, you see the cause of the obstruction. A single envelope. Lost in your mopping, you hadn't noticed the little red flag standing proud. A little giddiness struck you at the thought of Ellie sending a Valentine. Through you spending so much time with Joel, you'd become very fond of Ellie. She deserved any happiness she could get. The letter had to be to Dina, their connection was blatant to anyone who paid attention. Although Dina did like Jesse and Ellie is a smart kid. You turn the puzzle over in your mind before turning over the envelope to reveal the name of its intended recipient. There, in neat handwriting, is…your name.

The other letters in your hand are balanced on top of the box as you glide your fingers under the flap to open the letter. The paper inside is slightly yellowed, probably torn from an old note book rather than from the supply at Jackson's new recycling plant. It's carefully folded in half. When you open it, it reads ‘Will you be my Valentine?’ With two check boxes underneath for ‘Yes’ and ‘No’. At the bottom it is simply signed ‘Joel’.

Looking up, you see the sender waiting at his door. His letters are stuffed into the mailbox before you practically skip over the stone path to him. Standing in front of him there are no words, written or otherwise, needed as he cups your face and presses his lips to yours.

[nimona-antifa]

"Don't be ableist uwu!!!"

Okay quick questions then.

How seriously do you take The Game? If someone tells you, "I saw a post that says I won the game!" Is your response to immediately say "noooooo that's not how it works!!!" Yeah I know how it works. It literally only exists to inflict misery on others and that you supposedly can't win no matter what you do, wreaking havoc on people who have severe anxiety? Grow the fuck up. I'm sorry if this miserable piece of shit torture game is somehow something that you want to keep alive but newsflash. We're not all just sitting around in the utopian commune sipping martinis without having to stress about whether or not we'll have somewhere to stay next month or where our next meal will come from or whether or not the almighty capitalists decide we deserve to get our next dose of medicine so maybe just let the stupid game die.

How do you judge people who consume media you consider "problematic?" Yeah. Those media. Hazbin Hotel. Helluva Boss. Bayonetta. Etc. Like. I'm sorry if trans people who were already into the Bayonetta series were excited to buy the newest game in it and got even more excited to buy it when they fired a transphobic VA. Some people have depression and easy sources of serotonin are in short fucking supply for us and need our comfort media and you saying that we should deny ourselves happiness because you have issues with said comfort media isn't very leftist of you actually.

How much patience do you have for people who talk for hours about one specific subject? Actually. Genuinely. You can post about "OMG when she infodumps 🥺 choke me mommy" all you want. But when an actual autistic trans gal is trying to explain the lore of borderlands or TF2 and is stumbling over her words and getting nervous because nobody really likes her and she's been consistently shut down and/or ignored and/or bullied for what a nerd she is? How patient and understanding are you.

How much patience do you have for people who say, "I'm sorry, can you please say/explain that again?" Whether after 5 seconds, 5 minutes, 5 hours, or 5 months, there's multiple reasons someone might struggle with this. They might have memory issues. They might have hearing issues. They might have attention span issues. They might have ADHD. They might have DID or OSDD. They might be stressed out and have a million different things on their mind. Or they might have just missed what you said. They might have not heard it or they might have just forgotten.

The point is. I get that it's easy to get caught up in ideals and paper activism but you have to remember that not being ableist requires work. It means that you can't always judge someone by what they enjoy. It means that you have to actually treat disabled people like people. If you don't take actual people into account during your activism, it doesn't mean jack shit. Unlearn your biases. Hopefully this gains some traction but I am begging you to see beyond a black and white viewpoint.

[countryclubkook]

This Isn’t Over

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader, former Rafe Cameron x reader (fwb)

Warnings: language, mentions of sending nudes and hook ups, slight angst, readers nudes are leaked, rafe being an ass

Summary: Getting with Rafe was a bad idea to start with. But when school starts and you being to grow closer with JJ, Rafe does something drastic to get back at you.

A/N: everyone in this is 18/19 years old. JJ and the reader are seniors, hence why they meet at school. banner by @cafekitsune

Getting involved with kook king Rafe Cameron was a terrible idea from the start, it was bound to end badly for you. What started as innocent flirtatious gazes and touches had led to hookups and a secret exchange of nudes and videos back and forth that friends don't send to each other. It was supposed to just be a summer thing, no strings attached, but you caught feelings for the boy and didn't want it to end. Unfortunately for you, summer had come to an end and it was time to go back to your normal life.

You went back to school trying to forget Rafes last words to you and how cruel he was, “I was using you, I never cared about anything other than getting off and you were easy but it's over now”, it hurt but you had heard how he treated girls and still got involved so really, you feel like you did it to yourself. As you were lost in your thoughts, you bump into someone sending them into the floor. “Oh I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention” you tell the boy as you take his hand and help him up.

“It’s all good princess, you're friends with Kie right?” and you recognize him as JJ Maybank, he was a friend of Kies who happened to be your best friend.

“Yeah, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, you're JJ right?” and with his signature smirk he replies “so Kie does talk about me to her friends, I knew that girl was obsessed with me” and you laugh at him while telling him goodbye.

“Well JJ, I would love to stay and chat but I have to get to class” you head to your classroom and low and behold, in walks JJ. He immediately notices you and takes a seat in the empty spot next to you.

“Looks like we're going to be partners this year Y/L/N” and you smile knowing this was going to be a good year despite everything that happened with Rafe.

You and JJ got along very well and quickly formed an inseparable bond as the school year progressed, the two of you went everywhere together. Where one was, the other was right there with them. You had met the other pogues and got along well with them and so the chateau quickly became a frequent hang out spot for all of you.

Unfortunately for you, living in obx meant word spread fast which meant that your friendship with JJ quickly became the talk of the town and Rafe wasn't happy to hear his ex-fling had seemingly moved on with pogue scum like JJ Maybank. He decided to take matters into his own hands and found all the pictures and videos you sent to him, trusting him enough to share such an intimate thing with him, and posted them online with the caption ‘OBX SLUT GONE WILD’ before going to sleep.

You woke up the next day with your phone blowing up with texts and missed calls from your friends asking if it was true and why you would do that to JJ knowing how much he liked you. You didn't have time to respond before you heard frantic banging on your door. As soon as you opened it, JJ stormed inside and began pacing around your living room trying to figure out what to say to you. You knew he was angry by the way the vein on his neck looked like it was about to pop and his jaw continuously clenched before speaking.

“How could you do that to me Y/N!? To us? You know all the shit he’s done ”

You try to explain that it was just a summer fling, that you haven't spoken to Rafe since that night, but he was too busy accusing you of stabbing them in the back to listen. You finally got tired of his accusations and shouted at him.

“JJ!” you grab hold of his shoulders and keep him in place so he is finally facing you “Will you please let me explain and stop accusing me?” and so he does, waving his hands to urge you to continue.

“Go on then. Explain how you could do that. I thought we had something special Y/N”.

“We do JJ. I did send that stuff to Rafe, but it was months ago. Rafe and I had a Summer fling and it ended badly. I haven't talked to or seen him since he broke it off at the end of summer. It was messy, he hurt me a lot, told me he was just using me for sex and that I was easy to get. But that was before I met you,” you paused to take a deep breath and try to calm down and also gain the courage to finally tell JJ how you feel “You make me feel special and you healed the wound that Rafe left.I really do like you JJ, a lot. I didn’t know he kept those pictures and videos but I guess after he found out about us, he wanted to hurt me and try to hurt you as revenge for not going back to him or for not being the sad person he hoped I'd be.” you feel yourself start to cry as you relived all of Rafes cruel words from when he ended things.

“Fuck, i’m so sorry Y/N, why didn't you tell us what happened?” he spoke gently as he rubbed your back trying to comfort you, feeling like a huge asshole for jumping to the conclusion that you were just messing around behind his back.

“I didn't think it was important J, there was never any reason to bring it up, plus I didn’t really want to think about it anymore. I just didn't know he would stoop this low” you tell him sadly.

He pulls you into his lap, holding your face in his hands, “He’s not going to hurt you again baby, you have me now. I'm not going anywhere” you can’t help but believe him as you lean in to give him a kiss.

Things seemed to be going well over the next few days, everything had finally settled down and you weren't being whispered about everywhere you went anymore thanks to some new scandal that went down at a party that weekend. That was until Rafe Cameron had shown up at the wreck while you were working.

“Well, well, well, how's it going Princess?” he asks you, smirking at the way you flinch hearing the pet name fall from his lips in such a casual yet cruel way. The same one he’d repeated over and over again like a prayer that summer when you were on your knees.

“It was going great till you showed up Rafe” your voice was laced with sarcasm and annoyance as you tried walking away from him.

“Hey now, that's no way to speak to a paying customer now is it? I mean, at least a paying customer for the food since you give yourself out for free right?” he chuckles darkly, watching as tears swell up in your eyes and you try walking away, only for him to block your path.

“Leave her alone Cameron” and you sigh in relief as JJ shows up and catches Rafes attention just long enough for you to run to him.

“Oh look what we have here, the sluts little pogue boyfriend.” he says in disgust as you hide behind JJ.

“I think it's time for you to leave Rafe, wouldn't wanna damage your face again would I? Daddy might kick you out a second time for getting in another fight” JJ smirks knowing it would set Rafe off.

Luckily, Kies father heard the commotion and noticed your body hiding behind J with a fearful look on your face and Rafe stalking towards JJ before he steps in, telling Rafe he needed to leave the restaurant. Knowing staying would only create more issues that would for sure get him in trouble at home, he starts to leave, but not before warning you first.

“This isn't over princess. I’m just getting started” a dark smile on his face as he walks out the door, a sinister chuckle being the last thing you hear before the doors closed.

[ur-dad-satan]

I'm almost certain that MC would introduce the brothers to human world holidays and they would try their best to emulate it with what they have. That being said, have a mini fic!!

!! Fluff, wholesome, thanksgiving themes, shit postish, gender neutral MC !!

Also, I'm basing the food and traditions off of my personal experience so sorry if you don't see your faves mentioned in the foods

MC had been hanging out with Asmodeus and Mammon in the common room gossiping about both human world and Devildom social media. The three were scrolling and laughing when a certain human world post caught MC's eye.

"Oh! I didn't realize today was Thanksgiving. Damn, it's really almost December." They sighed. Their tone was no longer as happy as it was before and their expression had switched to a slightly somber one.

"What's wrong, honey?" Asmo asked causing Mam to pay more attention too.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to kill the mood." MC smiled slightly only for Mammon to roll his eyes.

"No. Stop that. What's going on with ya? What happened, MC? Do I need to get Beel to fight someone?" Mammon asked getting closer to comfort them.

"I just realized that today is Thanksgiving. In the human world, it's a holiday where you're supposed to remember the native people killed by European settlers in order to take their land by having a huge feast and sharing what you're grateful for with your friends and family. My family would make a lot of different foods, desserts, drinks, and watch movies all afternoon until night and then we'd all go home and sleep of we were at someone else's house. We always made so much that we would be eating the same thing for at least a week!" MC smiled nostalgically. They sighed in contentment before shaking their head and looking back up at the two demons with them.

"Oh, honey that sounds like a... wonderful little tradition! I'm sorry we don't have anything like that here." Asmo said gently and placed a hand on MC's leg.

"Hey, how about I try to make ya feel better, huh?" Mammon asked excitedly.

"How?"

"We'll all go out! Even if we just walk around and window shop, all of us will go out on the town!" Mammon suggested. MC thought about it for a moment, then nodded their head and smiled gently.

"Alright. I'll ask the others if they want to go with us." MC said and stood up to go talk to the others.

"Don't worry about it, MC. Asmo and I will take care of that. I'll even let you wear my lucky ring today, okay?" Mammon said and helped MC up off of the couch. He kissed their forehead and shooed them off to get ready.

"Okay. Thanks Mam. Asmo, can I use your tub, please?"

"Help yourself to anything you need, gorgeous!" Asmo smiled and watched MC walk out of the room. "Mammon what are you planning?" He asked more seriously.

"We're gonna throw them a Devildom style thanksgiving! C'mon! They'll love it and it'll make em happy! It only makes sense, right?"

"Wow, Mammon, that was actually a good idea. You tell the twins and Satan and I'll tell Luci and Levi." Asmo smiled and pat his older brother on the shoulder as if to say, 'good job'.

A few hours later, all eight residents were out and about. They spent the whole day laughing and joking around with MC to make them feel better. By the early evening, Lucifer, Satan, Levi and Asmo went back to the house while Mam, Beel, Belphie, and MC stayed out a little longer. The four of them walked around a park for a while until Mammon looked down at his D.D.D and quickly spoke up.

"I'm pooped. Let's go back to the house." The white-haired demon suggested.

"Fine with me, I'm hungry and Belphie looks like he can barely hold his eyes open anymore." MC chuckled and peeked over at Belphie who was leaning on Beel and almost asleep.

"I think Lucifer's cooking tonight, so dinner should be ready by the time we get home." Beel said happily and the four of them made their way back to the House of Lamentation.

MC opened the front door and was immediately hit with a cacophony of familiar smells. They looked back toward the three brothers they were with who were smiling at them excitedly. MC immediately walked straight into the dining room and gasped in pure shock and awe.

"Happy thanksgiving, MC!" The crowd yelled in glee. The rest of the brothers, the angels, Solomon, Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephieso, and Thirteen lined the sides of the room. In front of them was a giant spread laid out expertly across the huge dining table. There were dinner rolls, ham, macaroni and cheese, sweet potatoes, fresh collard greens, redxred apple pie, wicked cupcakes, demonus, and so much more across the table.

"You guys! You didn't have to do this for me! It's just one little human world holiday!" MC gushed holding back their tears.

"Well, we heard how sad you sounded, and we wanted to do something nice for you." Solomon said. Being human too, he understood missing little things like a holiday.

"Thank you all so much! I'm so glad that I came to the Devildom. My life has never been more exciting." MC said happily.

"It was Mammon's idea. You should thank him the most." Lucifer piped up. Mammon blushed as every eye in the room turned to him.

"Aww, Mammon! Thank you so much! I love you so much!" MC ran to Mammon and hugged him with everything they had in them. Mammon blushed even more and stuttered out an 'of course' in response.

The rest of the night was spent full of laughing, delicious food, jealous glared thrown and Mammon, and lots and lots of good memories. Solomon even pulled some strings and got MC's favorite alcohol so they could get a bit "silly" just like everyone else.

[kindnessisweakness2]

Coco Request from @your-space-brain!! I hope you liked where I went with it and again sorry the wait, I'm so critical of my own work it takes me ages to build up the courage to post🤦‍♀️

(NOT MY GIF!!)

Growing up being Bishops daughter wasn't easy. Most girls loved the thought of it, being so close to the MC. But Bailey Losa hated it. Don't get her wrong she loved the club, it was like one big extended family. But things that were simple to other girls, were never easy for Bailey. While all her friends snuck out to house parties and to meet boys, Bailey Losa stayed well within the protection and watchful eye of her father and his henchmen. If her father had his way she would be walking around covered from her neck to her ankles, never in sight of a horny teenage boy. Almost 20 years old and she still has to keep her door open if she had friends over. But you know what they say about strict parents? They create sneaky rebellious kids.

Coco watched as Bailey made her way around the club house collecting the empty bottles. The Friday night party was starting to get busy as it hit 10pm with More and more people starting to arrive. He couldn't deny she was beautiful. Her long hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her blue denim shorts hugging her hips and her smile. Her smile was the best thing about her. It'd been a week since he kissed her. 1 fucking week and she had consumed his mind. No one knew about their secret make out session in the small stock room behind the bar. She had been putting away a delivery, slamming the bottles in to place a little too hard after another argument with her father, when Coco walked in. He'd always had a thing for her and up until that day was able to pay careful attention to the OFF LIMITS sign above her pretty head, placed there by her hot head of a father. Coco would be lying if he said he regretted giving into the intrusive thought of pushing her against the shelves, hands twisting in her hair as he captured the soft lips of the Mayans Princess in his own. The mischevious glint in her brown eyes telling him she enjoyed it as much as he did. But that didn't mean he was oblivious to the looming shit storm he would be in the centre of if Bishop found out.

"Coco can you take Bailey home?" Bishops voice broke his thoughts and instantly he felt sick. Bailey groaned loudly from behind the bar. "Dad are you serious right now? It's barely 10.30." The look Bishop threw his daughter instantly told her not to argue. Anger was clear to see on her face as she threw the empty beer bottles on the bar top, not giving a shit if they smashed. Grabbing her bag she stormed past her father without a word. Coco sighed grabbing his keys ready to follow her outside, but Bishop called out to him. "Make sure she's safe brother, shes my world." Not being able to muster words Coco swallowed the lump in his dry throat and nodded. He made his way out towards his bike, a fuming but silent Bailey already having her helmet on.

The ride to the Losa Residence was completely silent. Pulling into the driveway, Coco cut the engine and hopped off his much loved Harley. Bailey raised her eyes at the tall Outlaw as he held his hand out for her. "Law breaking Gentleman, Huh?" She smirked as she let him help her off the Bike. She had liked Coco for a long time, but never in her wildest dreams would she ever have believed he would look at her twice. She knew how much shit he would get in if they got caught, but she would be lying if she didnt admit it made her excited. "Look i know you and your dad disagree on alot, but he cares y'know. Just cut him abit of slack yeah? Your his pride and joy." Coco tried to reason with her, but Bailey rolled her eyes. Standing on her tip toes, her lips brushed his as she looked into his eyes. "I dont want to talk about that. Lets go inside..." She kissed him softly, fingers linking with his. Coco let her lead him to the front door. Pushing her gently against the dark wood, his hands found her waist, lips leaving a trail down her neck. God she was like a drug. She pulled him in, made him feel euphoric. Every gasp that left her mouth was like music to his ears.

Realisation hit him hard when she broke away from him to unlock the door. Fuck what was he doing? He wanted her, there was no doubt in his mind about that. Not for the short term either. She could never be just a fling to him. Fuck no he could get easy pussy at Vicki's any time he wanted. But Bailey? She was all woman. The kind he could imagine siting up late at night talking shit with. Debating the stars, history and what they wanted from life. The kind that would make him want to be a better man. She was too good for him ofcourse, but damn he wanted her. "Wait." Bailey's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Coco resisted her trying to pull him inside. "Bailey, we...we cant." Hurt flashed instantly in her eyes, and it made him want to throw up. "Do you know how many rules I'm breaking by being here?" Coco pleaded with her. Tried to make her see how much shit this would cause for the both of them. But Bailey just smirked as she wrapped her arms around the worried Mayan.

"Rules? Im a grade A rule breaker baby.They are made to be broken. And havent you heard? Im the Princess, i get what i want. When i want. And right now i want you to take me inside and together we are going to break every rule in the goddamn book."

[blingblong55]

Something about you- John 'Soap' MacTavish

Based on a request:

Dk if I asked this or I'm just filling your askbox up but Criminology Senior Johnny and Nursing Junior Reader. Man's treating you on a date after spilling coffee on your white uniform. Let's just say the treat goes beyond a coffee date :3

F!Reader, fluff, strangers to lovers?, student!Soap, student!reader,

A/N: Soap...is Mr Darcy and Bella Swan???...you'll get why...hehe

A stressful day that turned into some of the best dates you both could've asked for. But it all has a beginning. And a splash of coffee, awkward apologies and mistakes have made life what it is known for now.

"R/N, the grades are up on building A6, another nurse notified you. You had forgotten to walk to the building minutes before the grades were posted for the most important exam of the year. You grabbed your bag and books and ran. You moved through the busy crowds until one thing stopped you. A man in the last year of his degree is so close to obtaining his anticipated right to become the first in his family to go to a higher education. "John, mate, the headmaster, wants you in his office, now." This could mean lots of things, he get into the internship or fail a course? so many outcomes could be possible. He grabbed his bookbag and ran out the door.

A nursing student, and a criminal justice student, meant to cross paths and make a wonderful mess from it all. Shit. "Fuck, shit, I'm sorry," he tries hands you his scarf and hands you his business card. You look at him in confusion but before you can, he leaves running and you look at the time. You forget about the incident and continue running towards the building. To your surprise, you scored in the top three, not so bad for this shit week you've had.

After some conversations with classmates, you look at the time, almost seven at night. Shit. You walk to your car and there he is, leaning over the hood of it, "Excuse me," you try to get his attention but he is busy with something on his phone. You tap his shoulder, "Hey, you muppet, this is my car- wait, you're the guy responsible for my messed up uniform." That is when he turns to you with a small smirk, "And you're the lass who almost made me lose the internship." He straightens up and smiles at you, "I'm John, and you are...?"

"R/N, now...John, please get off my hood," you want to continue and he gives you a smug smile. "Well, lass, seems your vehicle, is rather comfortable, I think I want to lean on it for a while more." You cross your arms over your chest, "Look, you could've ruined MY chance at the internship-"

"Yeah? where's yours?"

"General Hospital."

"Ah, that explains the all-white uniform. Thought you were the new generation of nuns, you know the recruit type."

What began as an annoyance, led to a date by the campus. "And then he confessed to stealing my notebook, to which I scared him and made him believe it was against campus policy." He finished his story with a light laugh and a chuckle from you. "Now, how was your day, I know you started that internship." You smile as he remembers the day was important to you. You and him talk for hours, sharing details of your day, ones he held onto for years to come. Laughter and random outbursts of energy, the same ones he will adore on his gloomy days. Coffee, a biscuit and conversations, ones that lead to late-night study at the library.

He and you, some books, conversations between friends, the pub, running down the hill and being caught by his arms. It was all like those cliche romances. The ones he also expressed to like, two hopeless romantics, afraid they'll never experience that, only to find they have, and will forever. This is all you ever knew and all you'll ever want. Then one late Friday night in spring, he knocked on your door. "My R/N, why aren't you ready?" luggage by his fist and you in your mixed pyjamas, the ones you wore when alone and comfortable. "What are you talking about?" He sighs and walks into your flat. "I decided, since we have some exams later in the year, why not take this week off. I'm not doing shit and neither are you."

You stood there, confused and trying to solve the puzzle he is. He walks into your room, gets your luggage out and packs the clothes he thinks you look best in. "Darling, are you more of a sundress or shorts kind of woman?" he called out and you must interfere. "Johnny, what in the fucks are you on?" He shakes his head, "Hm, i know you like daisy patterned dresses and not this weird shade of pink, so maybe- wait, if i wear a white and you baby blue, you think we'll match?"

He was in his own world, that is for sure. You just sat in bed and watched as he packed your clothes. After all, he was your Ken and loved to come as your accessory, not as an eye-catching piece. "Alright, my R/N, to the road we go."

"What road, it's late and-"

"The weekend, some, you, the sun, the beach, tans and some beer." He grabs your hand and then packs all the stuff in your car.

Hours later, that is how you ended up on a beach, drunk, singing some song you now couldn't remember and wearing a matching outfit with him. You lay in the sand, looking at the stars with him, his hand in yours. Your eyes filled with stars, whilst he was filled with your perfect beauty.

She looks just like a dream The prettiest girl I've ever seen From the cover of a magazine

"It's beautiful isn't it?" you whisper. "The stars," you add.

"The most beautiful," he whispers back, eyes never off you. And that is how you stay. "R/N, I am completely, utterly and irrevocably in love with you," he confesses.

By morning, you and he were at some beach house, his arm around your waist, your face buried in his chest. It was more than just skin-to-skin, this was intimacy. You both lay awake, he draws circles on your back, and you kiss his chest, right over his heart. It was around 2 in the afternoon when he caressed your face. You two hesitate, one leaning in, the other smiling and staring at those starry eyes. It's not sex but rather the feeling of being comfortable, safe, loved and understood by someone you met months ago. This is intimacy.

We stayed up all night and slept 'til noon It's so nice to wake up next to you Let's start the day with breakfast in bed Think I'm gonna love you 'til I'm dead

Around, three months ago, as you and him studied, once more in the dark of the night, you told him you couldn't see him as your friend. Needed more of him, not just jokes or high-fives. The feeling of love, the feeling of wanting to sit in a pub, park, kitchen counter, hall, library or coffee shop, listening to his day. Wanted the life you knew your big dumb heart desired.

"R/N," he begins. "If your feelings are still what they were months ago," he caresses your face. "My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever." You looked at him with confusion. Was he really saying this? "If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love--I love--I love you," he whispers, your lips close to his. "Please my lass, say something, just one word would suffice." his lips closer to yours, gaze on you. A smile crept onto your lips.

"Love me, Johnny, as I have loved you," you whisper back.

I can't wait to buy you things A brand new diamond ring This is more than just a fling

Tag: @anonymuslydumb @ghostslittlegf @liyanahelena @warenai

[blubushie]

90% of your sniperposting posts are of the ship speeding bullet, or Sniper x Scout. Any thoughts on that you would like to share to the public, sir? (Sorry if youre not accepting asks rn :p)

Yeah gimme that microphone. Bet you didn't expect "Blu analyses shipping" when you sent this ask in, didja? ;]

I, Blubushie, hereby declare:

Tbh I just reblog all the Sniper art I see what tickles my brain. Most of that happens to be Speeding Bullet art, which makes sense since Speeding Bullet is a very very popular ship and art isn't often done of Sniper by himself. He's usually on somebody's arm, whether it's Scout or Spy or Demo. I'm there for Sniper, not for the shipping.

Awkward moment to mention that I don't really ship anyone in canon except for Soldier and Zhanna, who are canonically engaged. And that's more of a "Whelp, they're engaged, so reckon that's legit then." There's no one that I go feral over, but I've never really been involved in shipping in fandoms even as a teen when I was much more into fandoms. It's never caught my attention.

For me shipping usually verges into headcanon territory and I try to stay as true to canon as possible because of my love for source material. I'm a lore bloke. I like scanning for shit in the media to see where people get these ideas from, especially crackships for the shits and gigs, but at the end of the day I'm still a lore bloke, and also an author, and there's something a mite uncomfortable to me about what happens once stories leave your own mind and enter into the minds of others. In a "if this was the creator's intention they would've shown it more clearly" kind of way. I know most people are aware their ships will likely never be legitimised in media--that's a good thing, that awareness--but the reason why people cram two canon characters together and decide they're A Thing in their own minds is largely a mystery to me, because I've never really done it.

I think Scout and Sniper would make a good pair, with Scout keeping Sniper busy enough that he's satisfied and also doing much of the talking for him so that he won't have to, but Scout also doesn't know when to shut the fuck up and some quiet is necessary for sniping. You can't have outside distractions and Scout, largely, is one massive distraction. They're great as a friendship, I can see them as a romantic pairing, but they'd be absolutely terrible for working together unless Scout learns to shut up sometimes when people need him to.

Anyway, I'm more inclined to enjoy Sniper/Scout than I am Sniper/Spy or even Sniper/Medic or Sniper/Demo, and these are the largest Sniper ships in the fandom. But shipping has never really been my thing. Even with my fic, the focus isn't necessarily on Jesse and Mundy's romantic relationship (though that defo plays a massive part), but rather it's about Mundy's own quest for redemption and forgiveness in his own eyes after he's already been redeemed in the eyes of the person he's wronged. She's forgiven him, but he hasn't forgiven himself.

Ain't that hell, ay?

Anyway, that got off on a massive tangent. All this is to say that no, I don't really have any thoughts to share on why I reblog so much Speeding Bullet. I'm there for Sniper. It just happens that the best art I see and the level of skill that usually tickles my brain and makes me want to reblog is art of that particular ship.