#it’s a lot softer than my normal stuff but hey

[harmonictechnicality]

Steve wakes up around three or four in the morning almost every night. He’s always careful getting out of bed. Small movements, slow footsteps. Minimal bones cracking. Doesn’t want to wake Eddie. Not that he needs to be this careful because his boyfriend could sleep through several natural disasters (and if someone bothered to wake him in this scenario, he’d put an impotency curse on them or some equally fucked-up shit). 

But that’s one of the reasons why they work. Not because of the sad-dick curse thing. They just exist on different sides of the scale. The raging insomniac and the deepest sleeper known to mankind. It balances out in the weirdest possible way.

Still… he’s always careful. Can never be too careful.

Steve doesn’t really do much when he wakes up at this ungodly hour. He sort of walks around their duplex, drinks a glass of water, opens a window to breathe in that pre-sunrise air. It fills his lungs up differently than normal air. At least, it feels like it does.

Like less people are breathing it in. Like he can take up space without feeling selfish. The logic doesn’t really add up but whatever. Concepts like logic and science are overrated at four in the morning.

After another lap around the place, he slides back into the covers, drapes an arm over Eddie’s waist. His t-shirt is rumpled up to his chest, so Steve is met with linen-warm skin. His fingers curve into Eddie’s sides, pulling himself closer. 

Steve yawns, breathing out all of his pre-sunrise air. Inhales the scent of his boyfriend instead. Smiles like an idiot into the pillow because it’s totally a fair trade.

And Eddie… well, he doesn’t even budge - doesn’t even stir when Steve settles in next to him. He just continues to wheeze through his nose, mouth slightly open. Not quite a snore, but Steve will probably tease him about it in the morning regardless. 

This right here. This makes Steve’s shitty sleep cycle worth it.

The sun pokes through the window blinds. Eddie pokes Steve’s cheek. Too much poking going on for Steve who definitely didn’t get enough sleep, per usual.

“You got up last night.” Eddie mumbles, still lazily poking him. 

“How’d you know?”

“Bed felt different.”

Oh. The way Eddie says it. A crash of honesty. His voice sounds weathered, unused from sleeping. Barely awake. It sort of hits Steve’s heart like a crime he didn’t even know he was capable of committing. 

Honestly, he doesn’t get why last night would be any different. Steve gets up most nights, not just last night. But Eddie looks particularly wounded by this (new) realization, so Steve probably shouldn’t point that out right now. Maybe in the afternoon when Eddie is more alert. Less… offended.

“Well, I’m back now.” Steve grabs Eddie’s index finger, the one poking him, and places it over his own lips. Bites at it gently till Eddie pulls away in protest. He’s smiling as he swears. Lets out a string of half-hearted threats about how he’s gonna pour Steve’s hair supplies down the sink for such a vicious attack. 

It’s a little irresistible when Eddie gets like this. When he’s the pouty one instead of Steve. All he can think to do is reach out, curl his hand underneath Eddie’s chin and pull him in. Eddie moves so easily, gives up his one-sided fight long enough to kiss Steve. Hands running up his back, legs hooking around Steve’s thighs.

Drowsy, morning kisses are so good. So, so good. Their lips feel heavier, their motions feel thicker. Every touch is guided by pure need. Steve fucking needs this, to feel Eddie curving into him, arms framing his own, groaning every damn time they break away. It all makes Steve feel needed too. Needed by the guy who changed the trajectory of his life by asking Steve to ‘hang out or something’ two years ago. 

Or Something turned out to be absolutely everything.

“New rule.” Eddie huffs, drags his lips down Steve’s jaw. “For every hour you spend awake during the night, you owe me.”

Steve laughs. “I owe you, huh?”

“Mhmm. You owe me an extra hour of wallowing in bed together in the morning.”

“What about work?”

“The hours will have to rollover, I guess. Accrue interest.” Eddie lifts up from Steve’s neck, eyebrows raised. Clearly having too much fun with this. “We can hash out the details over coffee and burnt toast.”

Typically, Steve would play along, continue the little comedy routine that Eddie starts up. But he’s so damn tired from the lack of sleep and early fucking wake-up call. So instead, he tugs Eddie back down by his collar and whispers, “Whatever you say, baby.”

Because that’s what it boils down to. He’d do anything for Eddie to kiss him this deep, till their lips blister and their jaws ache. Steve would give every fragment of lovesick happiness in his heart, just to hear the way Eddie says his name all breathy and raw. 

He can’t say that out loud, dear god no. Eddie would mock his ass into next century. So Steve just hums into Eddie’s mouth, twists the collar of his shirt enough to permanently wrinkle it. They’re verging into that gray area between cable-approved makeout sessions and dry humping till the alarm goes off. If there wasn’t an alarm to worry about, Steve would already have Eddie’s boxers already his ankles and moaning his name the way he likes it best.

Whoever invented alarm clocks are the ultimate boner-killer.

Steve ducks his head into the crook of Eddie’s neck, lays a few quick kisses on top of his shoulder. Hopes that translates to, ‘I wanna suck you off till there’s nothing left, but I’m a boring fucking adult with a boring fucking job.’ 

The translation must be clear enough because Eddie rolls off of him and heads to the bathroom. Seems just as grumpy about it as Steve. Good. They can be cranky together.

When he comes back out, they get ready for their respective work shifts. Steve looks over, watches Eddie struggle with a tangled portion of his hair, before giving up.  Accepting defeat way faster than Steve ever would. “Uh, Eddie?” He tries his best to hide his snickering through the question.

“Yeah?”

“Why does it matter if I wake up sometimes?” Okay. Most times.

“You’re gone.” Eddie shrugs. “Simple as that.”

The reaction is too mellow for Eddie though. Shrugging and dismissiveness? Nah. He’s downplaying the shit out of whatever he’s feeling, and Steve’s not having it.

“What do you mean it’s simple?”

“It’s just… I don’t know. Doesn’t seem fair.” Eddie checks the clock, then sighs. “I want more time.”

More time? More time with Steve or more time in general? Either way, it doesn’t add up. They’re young - they have all the fucking time they could ever want. Also, they live together and have all the same friends. It’s not exactly a logical theory.

Then again, neither is Steve’s ‘pre-sunrise air supply’ theory. None of it makes sense. But at least they’re here. Wanting fresh air and each other. That’s enough logic for a lifetime.

“Hey.” Steve walks over and takes Eddie’s hand. He taps over his ring finger, the one that symbolizes something they can’t have. Not now, not in this society. Still. It means something. So he stares intently at it, rubs over the place where a ring might sit. Thinks that Eddie would pick out something bold. Something gaudy and perfectly him.

More time. Steve gets it, he does. He releases Eddie’s hand and nods. Smiles.

“I’ll steal us as much time as I can, Eddie Munson.”

[dearaceofhearts]

you walk out after an argument

characters: husk, alastor, angel dust, vox, lucifer word count: 2.9k genre: angst to fluff summary: after an argument with them, you walk out and don't come back for a few days. how do they react? author's note: hello yes this is my first time actually posting something. erm, i think i wrote too much (sorry) but hey we roll with it!! also dude i accidentally posted this before it was ready twice and i had a heart attack oh my god. anyways i don't think vox's is really fluff (oops) but everyone else's is

♡ husk

when you slam the door shut on your way out, husk lets out a low grumble, setting down the glass he was cleaning onto the bar counter with a quiet sigh. it was one of the first arguments you'd had in a long time. although he wasn't usually one to get riled up so easily, the two of you knew each other well enough to know just what buttons to push to get under the other's skin. that, alongside him already having a bad day, had been a recipe for disaster.

in the few days that pass by, it's hard to tell just how affected he is by your absence since he does a pretty good job of keeping a cool facade. to anyone looking, he wouldn't appear any different than usual, just idly cleaning bottles as he always does.

but it's the small things that give away just how much husk cares and worries for you, like how his eyes flicker towards the door whenever someone comes in, his ears perking up slightly. he hates the twinge of disappointment that follows when it's not you, a slight scowl curling at his lips as he takes a swig of alcohol from one of the many bottles on the shelves of the bar. he misses talking to you. you're his favourite drinking buddy, after all.

his gaze always seems to wander back to the front door of the hotel, lingering for just a little too long before he eventually turns back to the bar, expression settling back into its usual grouchiness. but underneath that lies a hint of worry that gnaws at him in the back of his mind, even though he knows you're more than capable of handling yourself. at the end of the day, you can never be too careful in hell.

husk won't force you to come back, but he just wants to know that you're safe and sound. he trusts that you'll come back when you're ready so that the two of you can talk it over and hopefully resolve things. he doesn't want to leave it like this, and he's sure you don't either. you mean a lot more to him than he'd like to admit.

when you decide to finally return to the hotel, he pauses upon catching sight of you stepping through the doorway. he can't help the small wave of relief that washes over him, though you wouldn't be able to tell by the way he smoothly resumes restocking the bar. when you approach the counter, he looks up, giving you a short nod. "hey." he greets you, tone surprisingly softer than you're used to, "you're back."

husk's not really the type to beat around the bush, so he'd likely address the argument pretty quickly. he's also not particularly one for verbal apologies, so he'd probably be more willing to show it through his actions. you see it in the way he lets you cling to him a little longer than he normally does, leaning into him as he wordlessly holds you, his tail loosely curling around your leg. if you listen closely, you can hear some faint purring, too. it makes you smile slightly.

"alright, 'nuff of this sappy stuff." husk grumbles after a few more moments, patting your back gently before pulling back. "i'd kill for a drink right now. care to join me?" he raises a brow, a familiar glint in his eyes as he slides back behind the counter, already moving to make what he knows is your favourite drink.

you grin as you meet his eyes, expression softening. "of course. i'd love nothing more."

♡ alastor

"you're not listening, al." you murmur, exhaling quietly. this makes him pause for a moment, head tilted. your voice sounds different to what he's used to — you're not even angry, no — you just sound... tired. the argument had been going on for a while, and neither of you were getting through to the other.

when you move to leave, he makes no move to stop you, simply watching you with an intent gaze. his voice rings out clear as day in the empty silence. "where do you think you're going, my dear?"

he falters ever so slightly when you turn back to face him with a sturdy, stern gaze, responding with a flatly spoken "out", leaving no room for anything more to be said before closing the door behind you with a quiet click.

alastor won't chase after you, because he expects that you'll come back to him of your own accord. to him, it's basically guaranteed how this'll play out. he's used to demons falling right into his hands without having to exert much effort on his end, and believes that this would be no different.

so when a few days pass by with you not approaching him at all, he finds himself slightly irritated and mildly perplexed, eyes narrowed as his clawed finger taps against his cane with idle impatience. why haven't you sought him out yet?

he's seen you around the hotel, but you've never once acknowledged his presence even if the two of you were in the same room, breezing past him while he's left staring, watching you converse with everyone except him. his eye twitches in irritation, the perpetual smile on his lips strained.

...eventually, after playing a long waiting game to no avail, he decides that perhaps rosie would be able to offer some helpful advice on how to approach this situation, since he's not used to actually handling delicate emotional matters without the— well, the manipulation and deal-making.

one of the main issues is his massive ego. it's that unfaltering pride that gets in the way of him apologising. he may be the radio demon, but all that power can't help him here. and he'd never openly admit to such, but he truly is at somewhat of a loss here. he's already tried most things that he's sure would usually make you forgive him, though for a reason unbeknownst to him, it's not working this time.

"oh alastor," rosie shakes her head with a small huff, "a lady's heart is to be treated with care." she lends some further words of wisdom and encouragement that he listens to with great attentiveness, since he does (begrudgingly) enjoy your company, and it would be a shame if it was lost over such a, in his eyes, trivial matter.

upon his return to the hotel, he manages to get you to sit down with him (after much polite pestering and insistence) to have a chat over some tea. when all is said and done, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. you sip your tea, watching the blazing fires of hell from the balcony.

"refill?" alastor offers, glancing at you briefly through a sip of his own tea.

"much appreciated." you hum, legs crossed as you throw him a small, slack smile.

♡ angel dust

his frustration slowly fizzles out as the door closes behind you, and the guilt slowly starts to creep in. he knows he shouldn't have said what he did, and he wants nothing more than to apologise and make it up to you — but he understands that it's probably better to give you some time to cool off before trying to approach you again.

despite the argument and the harsh words exchanged between you, the fact that he cares for you with his whole heart will never change, and he hopes you know that too.

while you're away, angel always finds his thoughts drifting to you, wondering how you're doing. are you eating okay? are you drinking enough? sleeping enough? with a shake of his head and a small sigh, he tries his best to return his focus back to the task at hand, whatever it may be.

he knows you can take care of yourself perfectly fine, but he just... misses you. the guilt eats away at him when he's reminded of the look on your face when you left, the brief glimmer of hurt in your eyes before you masked it with anger and tore your gaze away.

one particular night, angel heads over to your room in the hotel out of habit, not really thinking about it when he raises a fist to knock on the door. he had been hoping to spend some time with you, since today had been a particularly rough day for him. he's also been craving for one of your sleepover nights for a while, those nights where you two would stay up to talk about anything and everything until dawn rises. those times were comforting for him — a rare moment of respite in his life.

but then he stops abruptly, remembering that you're not there. he lets his hand fall back to his side, expression quietly downcast. he stands alone in the silent, empty hallway. has it always been this cold?

after a few days, he's just about damn ready to go looking for you, making his way down the stairs as he prepares to head out. he's so focused that he almost misses the sight of you seemingly casually sitting at the bar, nursing a drink in your hands whilst exchanging low murmurs with husk.

he freezes momentarily, taking a deep breath. while he mentally debates with himself whether to approach you or not, husk notices him hesitating on the staircase. he catches angel's gaze, giving him a subtle nod. that's all the affirmation angel needs.

he slides on his usual relaxed demeanour, though it's a little weaker than normal, as he approaches you. he's admittedly a little nervous, but he's determined to work things out with you. he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. "hey, darlin'. can i talk to you for a minute?"

the two of you head back to your room, where heartfelt apologies are exchanged and a long overdue conversation takes place. at some point during the talk, his hand had found its way on top of yours, thumb brushing over your skin gently. at the end of it all, he gives you a small, content smile. "...baby, you have no idea just how much i adore you." he whispers into the quiet, running his fingers through your hair comfortingly as your head rests on his shoulder.

it was an unspoken agreement that tonight was going to be a sleepover night. prepare for lots of cuddling and gentle, soft kisses.

♡ vox

he's the type to go "ha, see if i care!" when you leave, but he'll still check on you occasionally through the various cameras and electronics around the city — he swears it's just because he's making sure the new limited edition voxtek product he had given to you isn't damaged.

(...it's totally because he's looking out for you, by the way. even if it's only a little. you are his darling, after all. and uh, you'll never know what happened to that guy who tried to hit on you that one time).

(vox made sure not even a trace of that bastard remained).

his obnoxious pride makes him reluctant to reach out first. that, and he's a petty little shit. so everyone around him, whether that be the other vees or his employees, is stuck dealing with his foul mood. he's become even more irritable and susceptible to lashing out than usual since you left.

he'd rather die than admit it, but you were a calming presence in his life that he hadn't realised he needed until you were gone. he hates just how much power you have over him, though you may or may not realise it. he's supposed to be the one in charge. when did you manage to sneak into his heart? his mind is occupied with thoughts of you.

and it only frustrates him more, because you're not here.

all his employees are left on edge, even more so when he takes his anger out on some poor soul who had gotten the numbers wrong on the report they handed in. "clean this mess up." vox snaps, glowering as he fixes the cuffs of his sleeves. the demon at the door hurriedly moves to do as he says, not wanting to risk meeting the same fate.

"what? what are you looking at?" he turns, eyes narrowing at the rest of the employees who flinch, hastily turning their eyes back to the screens in front of them. "get back to work." he mutters sharply, an unspoken threat in his words.

his volatile temperament goes on for a while, until velvette decides she's finally had enough and sends you a (not so) polite text to resolve your little lover's spat before she takes matters into her own hands.

meanwhile, vox is in his office. nothing seems to be going his way, and he's just about to blow another fuse when you nonchalantly throw open the doors, inviting yourself in. he freezes, staring at you for a few moments. you raise a brow. "...so. i heard you were throwing another hissy fit."

vox scowls at that, grumbling under his breath. "oh yeah? and what'd you come back for, you prissy little princess?" he sneers, clawed fingers digging into the desk with a quiet screech. "couldn't go without me for long, huh?"

"ha. you wish that was the case." you scoff, rolling your eyes with a half-amused, irked smile curling at your lips. things escalate into another argument pretty quickly, with the two of you at each other's throats. he towers over you, eyes narrowing as his grin widens in mild irritation.

it's a back and forth for quite some time, until you get sick of it and grab him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer until you're glaring at one another face to face. "what the fuck do you think you're—" he starts, but he's quickly cut off when your lips crash into his. vox is stunned for a few moments but soon snaps out of it, swiftly returning your kiss with equal, if not more, ferocity and intensity.

"finally got you to shut up." you murmur, grinning as you part to catch your breath and release his shirt from your grasp. before you can pull back completely, however, his hand reaches up to rest against the back of your neck, the other firmly on your waist. it takes another long, drawn-out kiss for him to finally let you go — though not really, since he's still holding you close in his arms.

"...that was hot." he whispers breathlessly, staring down at you with a somewhat satisfied glint in his eyes. but you both know that there's more to come.

suffice to say, the two of you sorted things out.

♡ lucifer

he would regret everything almost instantly. lucifer realises just how badly he fucked up when you leave without looking back. he's not even quite sure what happened as he stands alone in the room, blinking as he's left to process everything on his own. his mind is a jumbled mess, and he can't think clearly.

all he can feel is a suffocating rush of fear as he snaps out of his daze and hurries after you, desperate to find you before you're gone. he doesn't want to take his chances. what if you don't come back? what if—

he had said things that he didn't mean, and now the weight of it all feels crushing on his shoulders. he's torn between wanting to reach out to apologise and giving you time to cool down. he doesn't want to be a bother, but also really wants to make things up to you.

most of all, he just wants reassurance that you'll come back to him and that he hasn't messed things up for good. he doesn't want to lose you. you're too precious to him for that, and he's mentally kicking himself for ever making you question your importance to him for even a second.

thankfully, you haven't gone too far so he's able to catch up to you, taking a hold of your wrist firmly. however, when you turn to look at him, he falters, the words dying in his throat. he swallows, softly clearing his throat as he scrambles to say something, anything to stop you from leaving. to reaffirm his love for you.

"...sweetheart, i'm so sorry," he whispers, expression twisted and heart heavy with remorse and sorrow as he brings you close, grip subconsciously tightening because he's afraid to let you go. "i'll do anything, i'll make it up to you, i—" he trails off, burying his face into your shoulder, "just, please... don't leave. i'm sorry."

you really can't stay mad at him for too long after seeing his genuine sincerity. he acknowledges his wrongs, wanting nothing more than to make up for his mistakes and make you feel as appreciated and cared for as you've made him feel over the course of you two knowing each other. you sigh gently, thumb lightly brushing over his cheek. "...alright, silly. let's go home."

his eyes light up at that, and he's reminded of just how grateful he is to have you here by his side as you guys make your way home together. he holds your hand the entire time.

after the two of you make up, you find that he'll leave little gifts and cute trinkets around for you despite your gentle assurances that he doesn't have to. he also gives you lots of forehead kisses. he just wants to make sure you never forget how much he loves you, and that you mean the world to him.

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FLUMPY part 11 ( jake seresin x reader)

summary : with roo , nat and jake gone the remainder of the dagger squad take it as their mission to make sure that the pregnant girlfriend and their friend is taken care of while she is racing to tell her dad before someone else is going to let it slip , dealing with life without jake being by her side isn't as fun and she is counting down the days til he and her favorite people return .

warning: other than my spelling and grammatical error this is a mostly fluffy goofy chapter with the mentions of pregnancy and all the good stuff that comes with it . the men of the dagger squad being big brother goals ,some mentions of an encounter with a shitty human who tries to hurt a dog.

(previous part)

She sat sitting in the car not actually knowing what it was that had her crying . was it the hormones , the fact jake was gone for three months or fact he didn’t dump her there and then . she didn’t know how long it was she was there but the crowds were long gone some even stopped to see was she ok that was til she heard a tapping on her window only to see bob standing there holding container in one hand and smile on his face . 

“ hey what you doing here” she sniffled trying not to look like an absolute mess .

“ nat sent me told me you needed this and probably a hug” he stood shyly only for her to start crying even more. “ shit you want me to bring you good duck park rooster and hangman said that cheers you up” he offered quickly only for her to cry harder. 

“ they know me to well” she sobbed as he pulled her into a hug  knowing or thinking he knew why she was crying . 

“ we can just go home or hard deck i’ll even do a shot with you” he smiled. 

“ i’ll go the hard deck but i can’t drink “ she winced.  “ kinda erm pregnant which with how loud jake yelled it  well i need to see my dad quickly “ knowing some of the men where actually worse with the how lose their lips could be . sure national  and classified secret hold til the grave but moment it came to things of normal like well they turned into a sewing circle. 

“ congratulations really” he smiled widely . 

“ ugh your so cute” she sniffled wiping her nose .  

“ come on leave you care we can come back for it later or i’ll leave mine either way your in no shape to drive”  bob help her out of the car she instantly notice how his touch got softer almost like any pressure would break her making her roll her eyes but hug the WSO  hard . 

The moment she walked into the hard deck all eyes were on her , giving bob a nod she headed over to her dad who sat talking away to penny til his eyes landed on her . 

“ well didn’t think i would see you in this place for nine months” he crossed his arms . 

“ worse then high schoolers” she turned to the officers standing around promptly turning their attention to anything else under her heated gaze .  “ i was going to tell you properly but jake well yelled so loud honestly  surprise you didn’t hear him from your place” she joked smiling awkwardly. 

“ pay up “ penny smirked. 

“ can you two stop betting on my life please it’s a bit odd but also go penny” she rolled her eyes hugging her dad. 

“  i would of rather heard it from you but the free drinks helped “ he chuckled. 

“ hey i want free stuff not alcohol if wanna be generous nacho’s would be awesome” she yelled out . 

“ so i guess jake happy” penny laughed hugging her. 

“ yeah i was so nervous then the whole dock found out got lots of hugs from strangers” she nodded . 

“ well heres a free cola on me  and looks like the guys are waiting for you” penny smiled nodding her head over to the little small group of the dagger squad. 

“ we come over tomorrow anyways go kiddo enjoy” pete kissed her head. 

“ yeah coyote looks more lost without jake than i do “ she teased making  her way through the crowd nodding at the congratulation til she got to the usual spot only for javy to lift her off the ground with a hug  almost spilling her drink but like a knight in shining armour bob took it from her hand put on table . 

“ our baby is having a baby “ he cheered . 

“ excuse me “ she laughed , 

“Oh we decided a while back you were our little sister so not up to you “ fanboy shrugged. 

“ i’ve no say in this?” she asked . 

“ nah .. plus one of us already called mav dad before” payback snickered. 

“ that was once and it was slip of the tongue” bob grumbled. 

“ we even cleared it with rooster” coyote winked  as she hugged the others . 

“ well i’m glad you got his approval “ she rolled her eyes taking her seat. 

“ so as your new found big brothers and future uncle to the baby seresin / mitchell that is growing inside of that tummy of your we are here at your beck and call so even if heartburn or some shit  in the middle of night you gotta call us “ payback informed her honestly it felt like she was being scolded like a naughty child. 

“ even if it’s for ice cream” fanboy added only for penny to bring over a container filled with nacho in front of her. 

“ courtesy of yale” she snorted. 

“Hey thank yale” she yelled mouth watering at the food before her only for more food items to be brought throughout her time in the hard deck that night some by the people that got them or to the point penny sent the delivery man or woman directly to y/n . each time she yell out the thanks to the name on the receipt . 

By the time she and bob got his car and she head home she’d enough  containers to feed  her for the week or least first couple of days .

Jake honestly was  up and down from one moments of being happy then being scared shitless within the space of few hours he was going through a series of emotions.  It  honestly  gave nat and bradley whiplash trying to keep up with him .  one hand he was so excited for  the chapter of his life , he was older almost into his forties so the fact he was going to start a family well it was everything . then it was fact he was actually going to be a father what if he was shit at it or his kid resented him for being in the navy or  what if something left him inured or worse kill in action . then he was afraid of not being there for his girl the fact she was going through three months alone without  him  being at her side. What if something happened and he couldn’t be there for her . now he was sat with phoenix and rooster since honestly the two need to get him to chill out or else get him sedated . 

“She not going to be alone the guys will be there and her dad” nat said softer than the usual tone she would take with hangman of all people. “ plus you and bradshaws got like weird spidey sense sort of thing with her so if you even for a second felt something was off you would … we all would honestly swim back to san diego” .  

“ she is right we knew she was off after that sea food platter and when she gets her period which now isn’t a problem because she can’t have either of those while pregnant” rooster smirked .  

“ he’s got a point” nat laughed, 

“ i’m going to miss three month of her pregnancy of my first child “ he finally said  looking down to his hands . 

“ barely anything happens in first three months” nat tried to play it off. 

“ scan says she 10 weeks so she be what six months when i get back”  he scoffed . 

“ well once your there for the birth meeting your first child , thats the main show my friend plus way you two go at it you’’ll get to experience it again” roo wince considering he caught them in considerably a few compromising times . 

“ honestly i’m surprised she wasn’t pregnant sooner” nat nodded along . 

“ yeah not helping , i just wished it was different i mean what if something was to happen to me “ he asked the two . 

“ i think coyote called dibs on y/ns” rooster said easily. 

“ so did bob” nat nodded along .

“ again not helping” he deadpanned. “ i don’t want my kid to grow up or my girl to be heartbroken trying to explaining   why daddy ain’t around i mean it hard thing to go through” . 

“ here as the only orphan of the group yes it hard  but i turned out fine my mom made life the best even if she was dealing with a broken heart , plus trauma make you funnier why you think me and pretty girl are so hilarious “ bradley winked. 

“ she does say she half way to being batman only Mav in her way” nat chuckled. 

“ look bagman sadly your a good guy and well we do unpredictable shit but your are going to be one of those fuckers that dies like ripe old age shitting in his diaper” bradley patted his back . 

“ i say this with love but don’t comfort people outside of our group but also thanks it weirdly helped “ jake said slightly surprise how it help just now he was counting down the moment he would get to see her . 

Waking up to a half empty bed was something she was never going to get over it . it had  been two weeks since they were gone and still felt like it was going to be forever before they got home . like it was perfect time every symptom decided to come at once leaving her napping during her lunch break or her head in the toilet . since word spread quickly of her pregnancy everyone was almost babying her making her want to honest bite them or something . admiral simpson also got a recruit one who was studying engineering to “Intern for her” which was his way making sure she wasn’t doing anything too strenuous but did mean she had to guide the dude through literally everything.  Luke wasn’t a bad kid and well poor fucker got confused more times then he should of plus calling him kid was a bit much given he was only a couple years closer . she notice kyle and coyote instantly being there too if she so much as looked at something they deemed too heavy. But true to their words one night she rang them crying because well she felt lonely and they all came and watched movie even camped out in the living room like it was a sleep over . whenever she mention of craving something well they would come back later with said thing .  bob even  got her new overalls when the little bump that started to protrude  out took her til she went home to realise what he done  , it wasn’t big by any means but still clothes where starting to get a bit tight . even mama seresin and jakes sisters sent some maternity clothes  down for her to wear and she had to give it to them they found cool stuff . she never wore the pj’s though because at night she would take one of jakes T-shirts wear them to bed was closest thing to having him there .  even during the week the guys including the newbie kyle brought her to the good duck part even making friends with the senior citizens that were there .  she was never so lucky in life as she was now to have the friends she did   when it came down to it moving to san diego and starting fresh was the best thing she ever done. 

Walking with the guys , shopping for stuff to send the guys that weren’t there care package she needed to rest when they spot some sport store honestly she zoned out half way telling them she wanted to rest on bed to knock themselves out . 

“ stupid mutt” was all she heard pulling her attention to a man yelling down at a terrified dog .  instantly she was protective mode hauling her ass off the bench no longer tired .  “ waste of money stupid thing” he spat going to kick the already shivering and cowering dog. 

“ hey asshole” she snapped pushing him away . 

“ mind your business lady nothing to do with you” he growled. 

“ i’m making it my business what fuck is wrong with you kicking a defenseless dog” she spat not noticing that fanboy was already rounding them up the moment he spot her walking off from the bench. 

“ again none of your fucking business chubs now fuck off what i do with my dog is my business”. 

“ and i told you dickless .. can i call you that because you’d have to be a dickless asshole to hurt an animal what pisses me off is if this little guy defended himself he would be branded a monster ,  don’t mind the dickless man you poor little baby “ she cooed down at the dog instantly cowering behind her. “ what if i hit you huh cut you down to size and chubs really dude you look more pregnant that i do “ she scoffed. 

“ listen lady keep you mouth shut or i’ll… “  he started. 

“ or you what , i hope you aint talking to our sister like that pal” coyote stood making himself bigger as the rest followed. 

“ because she can’t hit you in her condition “ fanboy added. 

“ but we can” bob spoke completely different honestly she was a little impressed . 

“ what like i’m afraid of you” the man said yet his face gave it away instantly. 

“ you should be “ payback stood in front of her. 

“ you know what you care so much about the bag of flea take it ain’t worth it” the man rushed off as they walked him til he drove off only to hear her giggling and laughing . 

“ he likes me” she beamed up at them . 

“ please let us be there when you tell jake” fanboy snorted.

“ he’ll get over it , day got better free dog and awesome cool bodyguards … sorry brothers now lets go get this little peanut some new things “ she smiled happily. 

 “ she’s gonna be the death of us “ kyle sighed and they all agreed. 

“ it doesn’t actually have flea’s right we took my car here” bob gulped.

Lucky for bob peanut did not in fact have  fleas but he was skin and bone . peanut was only seven months old pitbull and nothing to him  , she brought him everywhere even to the hard deck letting sit with her and the guys although he was nervous at first when it got busy but soon got use to it even  only place she couldn’t bring him was work and  so she brought him to a doggy day care one of the officers recommended one night at hard deck . two weeks was all it took for the pooch to get use to the new dynamic given it was probably the most attention he’s gotten in his life . now she was sitting on her sofa patiently ( for her ) for jake to call he let her know he had a slot for facetime coming up and she was looking forward to it  almost counting the seconds til she could  finally see him . 

“ now we gotta do this smart ok” she said to the dog currently sitting at her feet only for the phone to ring out and her to rush at it almost dropping it  as she hit the answer button . 

“ hey baby” god even his voice made her insides melt. 

“ jake i missed you so much “ she almost cried she was so happy to finally see and hear him . 

“ i missed you too hows baby” he asked nervously. 

“Growing and currently kicking my ass i mean of course they would given they’re half you , look ” she giggled holding the sonograms up . “ i sent some in care package so you’ll get to see it for yourself  i asked them kept gender surprise til your home so we will get to see it together “ she cooed. 

“ darling …. Tell me something and tell me truth” he asked his eyes coming closer. 

“ anything ask away “ she smiled sweetly. 

“ why is there a dog sitting beside you “ he asked wondering if weeks at sea was making him see things only for her to see peanut was in fact sitting beside her . 

“ well long story short , we were shopping for the care packages and well the guys went to soon store while i wanted to chill out on bench this douche was kicking him and then he called me chubby like dude looked like he was carrying quads anyways after fat shaming and threats boom free dog isn’t he a cutie” she cooed. 

“ darling don’t those eat babies” he whispered . 

“ oh my god your like the shelters … jake seresin are you dog racist” she gasped .

“ dog racist?”. 

“ these dogs are sweethearts it media and dumb ass idiots that make them like monster but peanut is a sweetheart better then the chihuahua in his daycare i think that dog hates me” she winced.

“ dog daycare darling how long is he there?” he chuckled.

“ oh like two weeks , we watch golden girls with miss wilson too  she knitted him a  little cardigan he’s still skinny as hell but he’s coming along greatly” she smiled softly kissing the dogs head. 

“Well i guess i can’t wait to meet him and tell rooster we have a dog now,” he chuckled 

The two chatted trying to fit in everything in the limited amount of time before he had to say goodbye only now peanut was added in to which confused the hell why the phone was talking to him but still wagged his little tail . when the call did end he got up in her lap and licked away the tears that fell down her cheek. 

“thank fuck you're here” she smiled sadly hugging him closely to her.  Only two more months to go before jake was home . 

part 12

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

please more ak-15 stuff plss Chris🙏🙏

(GFL) AK-15 slow dancing with her S/O

Ah, a fellow AK-15 simp. YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

Truthfully, 15 didn't have a lot of interest in attending a military Ball held by Griffin.

DEFY wasn't even officially a part of the PMC, but Angelia was invited to it by the Commander, and dragged the squad with her.

But, it wasn't too bad since S/O and many other T-Dolls she worked with would be there.

That, at least was a nice compromise for her personally.

Amusingly enough, none of the squad wore anything fancy while everyone else had either dresses or suits on, making them stand out.

Even most of the T-Dolls were wearing a nice outfit, but again, she did not care.

Until she saw S/O approach.

(S/O) "Fifteen? I'm surprised you came!"

15 immediately noticed that their expression brightened up upon seeing her, but she made no mention of it and only nodded in response.

(AK-15) "Angelia decided to attend, if only to please the Commander."

(S/O) "Hah, right. I guess I couldn't have convinced you?"

15 remained silent for a moment, her eyes looking away for a moment before shaking her head.

(AK-15) "...If you had asked me personally, I would have done so."

S/O noticed how awkward she seemed to be, understandably so.

She normally viewed things like this as a waste of time, so it made sense.

(S/O) "...Hey, come with me for a second?"

S/O extended their hand, waiting for her to grab it as a smile slowly crept onto their lips. 15 simply blinked before taking their hand, letting herself be dragged away from the stuffiness inside the main hall.

Taking a step outside, they were able to stand under the moonlight alone, though there were a small amount of people outside, everyone kept to themselves thankfully.

(S/O) "Ah, much better. I can actually breathe out here..."

15's eyes slowly glanced over to S/O, noticing how nice their suit/dress was.

(AK-15) "You look good tonight."

S/O was taken off guard by the compliment, suddenly stuttering as one finger reached for their collar, stretching it out and avoiding eye contact.

(S/O) "H-Hah, thanks. Personally, I thought this looked a bit too gaudy on me, I would've just preferred to wear my normal uniform.-"

From inside the main hall, the two could hear music softly playing, watching from outside as the crowds moved off into pairs, slowly dancing to the beat.

S/O stepped away from 15, only to extend a hand to her with another smile, albeit this one was softer.

(S/O) "Will you have this dance with me tonight, Fifteen?"

Her eyes slightly widened at the question, S/O swearing they could see her face flush a little from embarassment.

S/O wasn't even aware 15 could experience embarassment.

(AK-15) "I...do not know how to dance."

S/O's fingers brushed against her hand before holding it, laughing nervously.

(S/O) "Neither do I, to be honest. No better time than now, right?"

(AK-15) "...Then I will follow your lead."

S/O and 15's hands held each other as they awkwardly raised it up, simply stepping to the side, trying their best to mimic what the people inside were doing.

As soon as the lyrics for the song kicked in, they were slowly getting the hang of it.

S/O saw 15's eyes on them, looking intense as usual. But her face and body language said that she was relaxed, something S/O rarely saw these days.

After a few moments, her irises blinked into a solid pink color before returning to its normal state, surprising S/O.

(S/O) "A-Are you okay?-"

(AK-15) "I have just downloaded something to assist with slow dancing like this."

(S/O) "Ass-IST?!-"

15 suddenly dipped S/O back, they almost lost their footing were it not for her hand lowering to their waist.

She detected heat signatures rapidly rising to their cheeks, but she paid it no mind, instead, taking their hand behind her head, and leaning closer to them, S/O being able to see clearly the irregular shape of her eyes in detail.

(AK-15) "You have always taken care of me when it comes to matters like these. I wish to repay your kindness now, and take care of you."

15 now felt their heart quicken in pace, but she continued with her plan and raised S/O back up, expertly stepping in beat with S/O trying their best to catch up.

Despite their apparent nervousness, they still let 15 take the lead, fully trusting her.

Something that made her very happy, the only indication being her brows raising higher than usual as she danced with S/O.

S/O let their head rest on her chest as she guided their feet along the empty courtyard, both of them just enjoying the moment.

At this point, 15 knew that her squad was looking at them, but she didn't care.

All that mattered to her right now:

(AK-15) "...I'm glad I came here for you, S/O."

S/O quietly chuckled, stopping in place with 15 to look her directly in the eyes.

(S/O) "...I'm glad you're here too, Fifteen."

With 15 being one of the tallest T-Dolls, S/O had to stand on the tip of their toes to fully meet her lips, giving a gentle kiss that she leaned into, her arms wrapping around them, with S/O's hands on her shoulders.

...

(AK-12) "Aw, isn't that cute?

(AN-94) "...Ah, is that S/O?"

(RPK-16) "So it would seem. I'm glad AK-15 can actually enjoy herself instead of just thinking about the next mission."

(Angelia) "Alright girls, quit staring and give them some privacy. God knows they need it."

[saphiccarma]

- Give me one more chance

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Summary - Agatha and Rio had split years ago, only seeing each other occasionally. It broke Rio to not see her son, but she hopes that maybe there's still a chance to save the seemingly already dead relationship.

Warnings: Some steamy kisses

Rio clenched her jaw as she glanced down at her phone, the time glaring up at her. She bolted out of her seat, grabbing her keys from where they had been thrown, and slipping a pair of shoes on. She was late picking up Nicholas again. Agatha was going to kill her.

It was part of the deal that Rio got him on weekends and Agatha on weekdays so that she could handle school, but when Agatha was swamped with work and Nicholas missed his mami, Rio had him for the week, even if her ex was unhappy about it. (She was secretly overjoyed when Nicholas had cheered loudly at the idea, his hands thrown up in joy as he hugged Rio tightly.) She sped down the streets, anxiously glancing at the time and pressing down on the gas even more. It seemed as if every stoplight was out to get her, each light red just as she arrived.

Skidding into the school parking lot, she slowed to a stop. Normally all the kids waited out in front, but not even Nicky was there, so she parked and headed into the office. There was a woman gathering her stuff up at a desk, a purse dangling from her arm.

"Hi," she greeted, forcing a charming smile onto her lips, "I'm here to pick up Nicholas Harkness-Vidal, just a tad late."

The woman glanced at her, then pointedly to the clock on the wall. She was more than a tad late. Rio couldn’t stop the insurmountable dread and frustration that built within her.

"His mother picked him up," the woman informed, "And she was just a tad late."

The woman stormed past her, not bothering to wait for Rio to leave. Groaning, Rio pulled out her phone, already dreading the conversation to come, but reluctantly clicked on Agatha's contact number. The phone rang for a moment, before she heard it get picked up.

"Rio." Her name was said with apparent annoyance, disappointment evident in Agatha's tone.

She winced, "Hey," she drawled the word, hoping to appease Agatha with a softer voice, "Uhm- you have Nicky?"

"Yes. Because you were late. Again." Each word was punctuated with glaring disappointment, each word making Rio wince even more as she walked back to her car.

"So did you want me to pick him up orrr," Rio started the car, already driving off towards Agatha's house. She missed her kid, so she was going to see him anyway.

There was an audible sigh, "Is my answer going to matter? Cause I feel like you're already on your way."

Even though Agatha couldn't see her, Rio forced a smile down, "Maybe?"

The phone clicked as Agatha hung up and it was Rio's turn to sigh. Agatha wasn't far from the school, that was part of the reason why she picked this school, but it was enough time for anxiety to bubble in her stomach. The few red lights she hit did nothing to soothe her nerves. (It seemed that the day just seemed to hate her with all the stops she had to take). She hadn't seen Agatha in months, the last time being Nicky's birthday.

Still, every time even after their divorce, butterflies blossomed in her stomach when she saw Agatha. Rio had never wanted to divorce. She had tried hard to push Agatha to change her mind, Nicky was only three and deserved both of his parents, but now he had spent five years torn between them. The reason Agatha got mostly full custody was because she was the biological mother. Rio hardly even got the weekend visits.

She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, pushing all the air out of her cheeks as she turned into the driveway. Agatha had a new car, and a carved pumpkin sat on the porch. As she approached, she realized that it had cat ears and whiskers. Nicky did love animals. A few paper bats dangled off strings that she had to push away as stepped up to the door. If her hands were slightly shaky as Rio knocked on the door - she pretended not to notice.

It took a second before the door was ripped open and Nicky's face was unamused, his eyebrows set low and eyes narrowed, but there was a small smile curling at his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to frown at her.

"Can I come in?" She bent down a little, not giving him a chance to respond before she scooped him up. Nicholas was small, considering he was eight, a lot smaller than most boys his age. He squealed as she flipped him upside down, storming into the house as she swung him back and forth.

"Mami!" he clawed at the arms wrapped around his stomach, squirming relentlessly, but there was a wide grin on his lips.

Rounding the corner, moving on total autopilot, Rio froze when she came face to face with Agatha. The other woman had pursed lips. Rio smiled bashfully, Nicholas still dangling from her arms, while she met Agatha's eyes. Slowly, she twisted Nicky back around and set him back down. Even though he had pretended to be terrorized, her son whined in disappointment with flushed cheeks when she dropped him down.

"Hey Agatha," she greeted, shoving her hands into her pockets.

Agatha nodded, "Rio." Her eyes were blue as ever, almost like ice. Brown hair was pinned up in a messy bun, curls flying everywhere and framing her face wildly. She had her hands settled on her hips and head tilted to the side, utterly unamused.

It seemed even Nicky could sense the tension between the two of them because he grabbed at Rio and Agatha's hands, dragging them towards the living room, not caring for the unsure looks the two women shared. He shoved Rio onto the couch, well more like lightly pushed and Rio sat willingly. Reluctantly, Agatha sat next to her, their knees almost touching but not quite.

Nicky settled his hands on his hips, the perfect picture of his mother, and pursed his lips. He was a perfect mix of the two of them, even though Rio wasn't his real mom, he looked so much like her. She forced a smile down, but only because he looked rather serious.

"You," he pointed at Rio, "should stay for dinner." His brown eyes were filled with hope as he turned towards Agatha, but there was something deeper, almost like he knew everything that was wrong with them and why they were divorced.

"Nicky-" Agatha tried to start, her voice tight. She cast a flickering look towards Rio, but it didn’t last as she smiled sympathetically at Nicky.

He shook his head, cutting her off, and Agatha's eyebrows raised in surprise, "No. Please? We haven't-" His voice cracked and Rio's heart broke, "Please?"

"Please?" Rio turned towards Agatha herself, eyes pleading. It was her best chance to stay, and it had been forever since she had spent time with both of them. Only ever at Nicholas' birthdays, but then they barely talked because Nicholas always had friends over.

Agatha glared at her and that did nothing but make a small smirk curl at the corners of her lips. It was fun to annoy Agatha again. There was a tense moment of silence where Rio could see the gears turning in her ex's head.

After what felt like forever and she was sure Agatha would say no, "Fine."

Nicholas cheered, throwing his arms up, before he doubled over coughing. He always had health issues, ever since he was even younger, but endless diagnoses came up with nothing. They had run test after test. Agatha had screamed at doctors and Rio had to hold her back. Rio had thrown a plate at the wall one time when Nicky was three because she was so annoyed at the doctors.

Agatha reached for him, holding him steady as he wheezed, but Rio was frozen in place. She felt like she didn't belong as Agatha scooped Nicky up, swapping him for her spot on the couch and kneeling in front of him.

"Breathe," she said softly, her hand rubbing along his back, "Breathe."

Rio wanted to do something, but she couldn't as she watched her son wheeze and splutter, his chest heaving with harsh coughs. Slowly, his coughs eased, and his chest stopped rising so harshly, but his breaths were still ragged. He smiled through his pain, his hand darting out to tap Agatha on the nose.

"You little-" she growled, fingers moving from his back to his stomach to tickle at his sides lightly. It wasn't fierce enough to make his breathing grow raspy again, but she could see his chest rise and fall heavily, too heavy to be just from giggles.

"Agatha-" Rio tried to intervene, "He needs to breathe." Concern bubbled in her chest as she watched Nicky try to fight off his mom in jest.

Rolling her eyes, Agatha ignored Rio and continued her attack on Nicky.

"Agatha," She snatched her arm and pulled her away. Annoyed, Agatha ripped her arm away and sent the most piercing glare to Rio that she could manage.

"Upstairs, now." Her voice was low and gravely, not bothering to wait for a response before she stood up and stormed away. Rio would be lying if she said that it wasn't hot.

With a glance at Nicky, who was red-faced and breathless to make sure he was okay, she followed Agatha up the stairs, not bothering to wonder where she went before opening the door the Agatha's room.

She had her arms crossed and looked utterly pissed. Face pinched tight with anger.

"What the hell was that?" she hissed, "He was fine." Agatha licked her lips, slowly, almost as if it was intentional, before going on an entire rant about how upset she was. Each word was punctuated with annoyance and meant something, thought out carefully, but Rio was hardly listening. Agatha's hands, with her slender fingers were gesturing around for emphasis, veiny fingers twisting and turning.

Her lips were moist from how often she licked them, and her brows were furrowed. A few strands of her hair fell loose and framed her sharp cheekbones even more, making them more prominent. Despite her wild movements, she kept her eyes trained directly on Rio. They were so blue, a cold blue that seeped right into Agatha's soul.

"Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" Agatha was somehow closer, she snapped her long fingers in front of Rio's face, "Rio."

Rio smirked, taking a step closer. She set her hand on Agatha's arm and trailed it up, slowly with a coy smile. While Agatha didn't move forward, she didn't exactly welcome Rio's advances either, but that was enough of a win for her.

She was just about an inch taller than the other woman, so Rio leaned down slightly, her eyes already halfway shut. Even though Rio started it, it was Agatha who pressed up and mashed their lips together. The kiss was by no means soft, it was harsh and fierce and everything their love used to be. Rio stumbled back until she hit the wall and Agatha's lips were like fire on her skin.  

She kissed along Rio’s jaw, slow, but intense. Her lips trailed down to Rio’s ear, right by her jaw, and bit down softly, bringing a loud keen from Rio.

“Still sensitive?” she chuckled, her lips all over Rio.

They were down her neck, on her lips, on her nose, biting at her ear, sometimes even on her collarbone, pushing her shirt aside to nip. Whining slightly, an embarrassing sound, she rested her thumbs on Agatha's wrists, her hands cupping Rio's face.

A low chuckle from Agatha, "Desperate as always."

That did nothing to stop the heat from pooling in Rio's stomach and she squirmed against the wall, moving to tug at Agatha's hair impatiently. She wanted more, five years apart will do that to a woman. Agatha kept up her assault on Rio's skin, biting and sucking on all parts of skin available.

"Nicky," she breathed out, the word nothing but a mere whisper in the air. He could walk up at any second and find them like this. Wetness pooled between her thighs, slick and uncomfortable.

The other woman hummed against her neck and licked a long, wet, stripe up Rio's neck. She grew even more desperate as time grew and Agatha grew bolder. A knee was pressed up between Rio's legs and she whined loudly, her mouth snapping shut when she remembered there was a kid in the house. She could feel Agatha's smirk against her neck.

"Y'know," Rio was suddenly breathless, the rush of feelings clouding her better judgement, "What about a sleepover too? I'm already staying for dinner."

Agatha paused in her kisses, lips freezing right below Rio's ear, her breath warm. Anxiety shot through Rio, overwhelming all the pleasurable sensations and she couldn't stop the twitch of her hands in Agatha's hair.

"Never mind, it's stupid," Rio tried to pull away, undo whatever had happened here, but Agatha kept her firmly in place.

"No," Agatha pressed a kiss to Rio's lips, "It's a great idea."

^_______________^

They both lay breathless in bed, naked and sweaty, an entire mix of emotions prominent in the air. Agatha had spent all of dinner teasing Rio subtly. Maybe it was rubbing her foot against Rio's ankle or brushing her fingers against Rio's skin when passing food.

"This was-" Rio began, but she didn't get very far before Agatha cut her off.

"A one-time thing."

Whatever she had thought happened between them was gone, any happy emotions deflating from her chest. Rio nodded and kept her eyes trained on the ceiling.

"Yeah," she whispered, "A one-time thing." Rio licked her lips, glancing at Agatha. Brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, covering her perfect breasts. Rio was surprised to see icy blue eyes already staring at her. "Nicky he- He deserves two parents." She swallowed thickly.

Agatha looked away from her for a moment before she rolled onto her side and faced Rio. She mimicked the movement, placing a hand underneath her head. Slowly, Agatha reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from Rio's face. The movement was intimate, too intimate to match the heated hate sex they had that was all raw feelings, but no talking. It wasn't special, it was like any other hookup.

But Agatha traced the slope of Rio's nose and the bump of her lips before resting a hand on her cheek.

"He does," she agreed softly.

Rio bit down on her lip, looking away, "What if we gave us another shot?"

Heavy silence followed her question and once again Rio worried it was the wrong thing to say. She was already thinking of a way to back track, a way to take her words back, but she didn’t get a chance.

"Yeah, maybe-" Agatha smiled softly, the expression one of the most tender Rio had seen from her, "Maybe we should."

[yumiis]

HiHi !! Been reading your stuff for a bit now and was wondering if we could get an angst/fluff fic of Yumi x Autistic!Reader where Yumi is tired and Reader doesn’t pick up that he is and keeps talking and he kinda snaps and yells at Reader which makes them cover their ears

Totally okay if you can’t get it done, just in the mood for an angst fic involving Autistic Reader because I like reading stuff that I can relate to as an autistic person :)

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 taking cover ; blake x autistic!reader

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thank you for this request, i think it's a good one for my first piece back.

tw, cw// breakdowns, yelling/cursing directed @ reader, making up, comforting, autistic reader

You weren't exactly tired yet, but your boyfriend was already in bed on his phone. That wasn't right though, it was barely 10pm, he wasn't usually in bed until 1. That was unusual and very against routine. You crawled in bed next to him, hearing him hum lightly as the mattress shifted.

"Baby?" You spoke, your voice a little louder than he would've liked. He groaned, "Huh?" You tilted your head, "Why're you in bed? It's only 10, you aren't normally in bed 'til 1.." You trailed off, messing with some skin on your thumb. He sighed, "Just did a lot today, sugar."

You stared at the mattress awkwardly, not noticing he'd put his phone down a minute ago and shut his eyes as well. "Oh, okay..!" You continued talking about your day, your eyes drifting across the dimly lit room. His thinly strung fairy lights were nice at times.

You admired the back of your boyfriend's head as you spoke, about to press a kiss to the back of it as he suddenly turned around. "Hey! Dude, I'm fucking tired! I'm trying to sleep, so either go to bed, or get out!" You jumped at the sudden yelling, causing you to cover your ears.

He sighed as he rubbed his eyes, pushing his hair out of his face. He noticed the state you were in pretty quickly. Your hands were over your ears and your knees were pulled almost to your chest. "Hey, hey." He spoke much softer, placing his hands on your wrists. He didn't pull, but kept them there. "I'm not yelling anymore."

After a long moment, you moved your hands away from your ears. He locked his fingers with yours, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." You stayed quiet, your body still occasionally shaking. "I didn't mean it. I just had a long day, and I'm tired. I wanted to come home and sleep. That's all." He paused, looking into your eyes. "If you want to stay in here and talk about your day while I sleep, that's fine."

You shook your head, changing positions so that your head was in his chest. "Wanna cuddle with you.." He smiled softly, "I guess that works too."

[orange-imagines]

Mud Dogs x Sick Reader

Relationship: Platonic

A/N: *blows dust off my keyboard* Uh hey guys. Fancy seeing you all here! Anyway I'm feeling blehhh and I've been thinking about the mud dogs a lot lately, so here you go have this for free <33 Also if you have mud dogs requests, send em in! Will I get to them? Who could possibly know. But reqs are open all the same

Well, they don't like seeing you miserable, that's for sure.

None of them are really used to dealing with this kind of thing. Sure, they all have experience being around people who've been sick and sometimes even helping with it depending on who the person was, but since taking up a life of crime they've gotten a bit rusty. They're way better at patching up the cuts and bruises you all get from your various missions and heists, but taking care of someone who's just caught a bug or has invisible pain going on? It's not their strong suit. But that doesn't mean they don't still try.

Danny's the best at looking after you by far. While he might make a joke here or there, he's the least likely to get on your nerves, and the most likely to make you a warm beverage and a hot meal unprompted. He looks after Len and Mick enough when they overwork themselves or go too far on a job that he has a good understanding of what you need: time, rest, and peace and quiet (the latter said while he glares at your other two friends). I take back all my generalization, actually- he's not a bad caretaker at all! He'll stop by your room/your spot on the couch and ask how you're doing and if you're feeling up for accompanying them on some task, and he'll sit with you and rub your back and let you complain about how bad you feel if you want to. He keeps as many worries as possible off your plate, and encourages you to rest as much as you can. He doesn't care if you're all actively being hounded by the cops (which you probably are), he just says "that ain't for you to worry about. Go take your meds and lay down". While he may come across as stern, he really just wants you to feel better. He doesn't like seeing anyone he cares about in pain.

Leonard is brash and can be quite loud and irritating when the others are involved, but when left alone with you he's way softer than he is on a daily basis. He won't baby you, but he's way more likely to do what you ask of him without complaint (holding things for you, getting up and getting you stuff, microwaving lunch, changing the channel to something he normally would never watch). If you want to vent about how bad you feel, he's your man. To him, your pain is something he can shit-talk with you about ("That fucking sucks. Why's your body doing this? This guy bothering you? Next time someone sneezes on you, tell me. I'll take care of them"), and he's only a little bit serious. He'll continue on with the bit if it makes you laugh- actually, there's little he won't do to try and lighten your mood, so if the two of you have any embarrassing/silly inside jokes that you want him to recreate or a funny voice you want him to do, this is the time. He'll deny you for a few minutes, but he's super easy to sway when you're sick. I hope Danny and Mick were there to see him do some cheesy shit to make you feel better. The big softie. They'll never let it go.

Mickey's just a pure wild card here, god help you. It's not like he's bad, he's just a bit chaotic because he really wants to fix whatever's going on with you, and gets impatient when he realizes there's nothing either of you can do but ride it out. He's very good about reminding you take any meds or painkillers you need though, and he comes up with a lot of other ways to ease your discomfort. Anything that usually helps you, he's down to do, no joke. He'll be your body pillow or heating pad or wrap his arms around your face if you have a headache. He cares the least about the possibility of you getting him sick and will be in your space and company as much as you want him to, though if you're feeling touch adverse you may have to shoo him away. If he's pestering you, feel free to tell him you're annoyed- he's got thick skin and knows you love him, so he won't take it to heart. He's a good sport.

Mick's also the most likely to procure mystic medicine for you, not realizing the potential negative effects that could have on a human, especially when a few of his medicines definitely came from the black market.

"Yeah I'm sure Y/N would appreciate this crazy plant I got. Funny that it's making my arm all tingly." "C'mon Mick for fuck's sake-"

I won't lie, it's not the most ideal situation you could be in. The guys' lives are chaotic and messy and often lacking in common physical comforts. But they always look out for you when you need it. Them having your back doesn't just apply to high-stakes cons and heists, they're there for you 24/7 (no matter how much beauty sleep they might lose). You're part of their messy little family, and they'll always do their best to take care of you, even if they might be lacking in a few areas.

[cyberluvzu]

HII!!! I was hoping that you could do a Ben drowned x reader (or y/n, idk which one you use) that has thick and curly hair? I know, kinda boring, but I thought it was cute (ノ∀≦。)ノ anyways, remember, don't push yourself on requests! And have a nice day/night <3

OF COURSE SMOOKIE BEAR. I don't have curly hair, but I do know people that do, so I'll use the info I get from them!!!! ALSO YOU SEEM SO SWEET OML

Ben drowned x reader

He loves it

Absolutely loves how it looks in any form

It could be in pigtails, buns, a ponytail, not styled at all, he just LOVES how it looks

He does have a lot of questions about it, since he has straight hair you'll have to explain a lot of things about it to him

Expect a LOT of questions

"What's shrinkage?" "oh so your hair is actually THAT long?" "What products do you use" "can I use your hair stuff, it makes my hair so soft?"

This man will use your hair products

Until he realizes how expensive they are, the after that he'll just sneak in a use here and there

It won't hurt if he doesn't use too much, right?

And of course, what you don't know can't hurt, so he'll use just a bit whenever he wants to pamper himself

But he isn't sneaky, you can always tell because of how soft his hair feels after

"Did you use my hair stuff?"

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?"

He genuinely believes that you're keeping track of how much product is in your bottles

But in actuality you just know because of the way his hair smells and the fact that it's 20x softer than normal

If you're willing to, he'd SO play with your hair

He'd play with it, scratch your scalp, even do cute little hairstyles (to the best of his ability)

He could genuinely sit there for HOURS doing that shit

He would watch YouTube videos on how to do curly/thick hair and then try to replicate it on you

"Hey babe, can I try this on you?"

"THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME THIS WEEK, BEN"

In the end you'll let him because he's a persistent little fucker

He really likes how it feels in his hands

Likes the thickness of it because it gives him more to play around with

He also loves how your hair looks when it's down

He'd be so willing to help you out when it comes to your hair

Absolutely anything that you need help with, he's DEFINITELY THERE

Partly because he's clingy, but also because he wants to touch and look at the pretty person with the pretty hair

You need him to help you with washing it? He's your man. Styling it? He's all yours. Coming up with ideas for different hairstyles? He's DEFINITELY there.

He'll look at different videogame characters with curly hair and want to try out those hairstyles on you, it's honestly the main place where he gets all kinds of ideas from

Of course, majority of them won't work

But it's always fun to see him try

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A/n: I got a BIG Ben fanfic for y'all come up, keep your eyes out for that one, I'll also TRYYYY to get my ass on all these requests 🙏😓

[captain-mj]

Hey, what if Roach (Gary SANDERSON) was related to the witches from Hocus Pocus? Like a descendent or smth.

Yes that would be so funny, i have the worst idea for this

Ghost stared at himself in the mirror for a long, long time. The other day, he had found some grey hairs around his temples and had joked to Roach that he never thought he'd get old enough for to get them. Roach had found them rather hot, almost pouncing on him.

And now they were gone. Not just gone. His hair was... slightly darker. Roach had convinced him to stop bleaching his hair recently, so his hair was already different than he normally had it. But this was... something was different. He ran his fingers through it and looked at his eyes.

His scars were softer. The bags under his eyes less severe. Even the smile lines and crinkles on his face, the few there were, were virtually gone.

This was definitely his face. Just not his current face. This was the face he had five years ago. Well. He still had pretty severe eye bags, so maybe five years ago him who slept more.

Ghost heard Roach come in and he pulled on his mask.

Roach noticed but like usual, assumed he just had a bad day. He put his arms around him and smiled at him happily.

Ghost smiled at back and even with his face covered, Roach knew. He softened and kissed along Ghost's jaw.

"Hey, bug."

Roach made a happy sound and kissed his cheek before pulling away to put away the groceries.

Ghost helped him, their hands occasionally brushing. He went over everything he had done recently. Nothing new that would explain the changes. Ever since he retired, he had started to drink more water, eat more, didn't work out quite as much. His slightly softer stomach was proof of this. Maybe that was why he looked so different? It didn't make the most sense, especially with his scarring and his hair, but it made slightly more sense than he just... de-aged.

Roach put a few things in a pot of simmering water. It looked like flower petals and cinnamon sticks, plus an assortment of other things, but it smelled good!

"From your grandma's book?"

Roach nodded and smiled at him. He gave him another little kiss on the cheek before backing off to let him relax.

Ghost had cleaned and done all his normal stuff while Roach was away, so he laid down on the couch while Roach cooked. They ate with the sound of the tv and then Roach was in his lap, kissing along his exposed skin silently.

"Gary, you're insatiable." Simon said softly as Roach moved between his legs.

Roach grinned up at him and undid his pants slowly.

Simon gripped his hair and pulled him up a little. "Love. Not right now." He smiled at him before scooping him up, ignoring the almost inaudible squeak of anger from Roach.

Roach pouted when he was laid down in the bed. "Gary, I love you. What's going on?"

Roach frowned and signed to him. "Nothing."

"Gary..."

Roach flopped back. "You know the books that my grandma left?"

"Yeah, the little spell books from the three witches from Salem."

"Well, it's more complicated than that. But... it's real. A lot of it is at least."

Ghost laughed at that. "Gary, come on. Come on. What's the real reason?"

Roach stared at him, a small smile on his lips. He reached for him, tracing his scars. His hand withdrew slowly and at his fingertips, flames appeared.

Ghost tried to pull away quickly, but he froze. He really couldn't move.

Roach played with the fire for a moment before tracing down Ghost's chest. The fire was... warm. But it didn't burn him. Instead of signing, the flames spelled out words. "I may have been using your semen for a spell."

"Oh?" Ghost managed to cough out.

"De-aging. I like the silver fox look, but you're not dying of old age. Not any time soon." Roach traced along him, the flames burning through Ghost in a way that was so pleasant. "I adore you. Truly."

Ghost panted softly, eyes fluttering shut. It... felt.... He almost moaned when the flames raced down to his cock.

Something whispered to him. It wasn't a voice he recognized, but he knew it was Gary's somehow. "I know. I know. I should've asked you before doing anything to you. But Simon, I just want to make sure you're safe. You're healthy. You have as many years as I can give you."

Ghost felt pleasure bursting through him. Slowly they were moved so he was on his back with Roach above him. They were both on fire but Ghost wasn't afraid. Truly he wasn't. He just wanted him. They kissed sloppily and Ghost felt him sink down. Briefly, he worried about prep and if he'd hurt Roach, but the sweet moan he got quickly shut down those thoughts. It felt pleasant. Sweet.

The voice that wasn't Roach but belonged to him reassured him. "Now that you know, I can make sure to fulfill all your wishes. Whatever you'd like. Whatever you want. If I can, I'll give it to you." They kissed firmly and before Ghost could even sort out his thoughts, he felt Roach press closer to him and he melted.

Roach bounced harder and harder on him, grinding when he was all the way down. "I love you Simon."

"Gary, I love you so much. It feels so good." Ghost groaned and threw his head back. He felt his stomach start to tighten and his legs were trembling like this was his first time. "I... Close..." His eyes squeezed shut but Roach didn't change his pace. He kissed him gently when he felt Ghost finish inside him, holding him down as Ghost arched, tensing all over. "Feels so good. So good. Thank you..." He fell flat, like a cut doll.

Roach slumped on top of him, having finished at... some point. He purred softly.

Ghost

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Perfect Team

Requested by a lovely Anon ! ! I really hope you like it !!!

awesome! i love jubal sm! my favourite episode is the one where tyler gets taken hostage trying to go ask his friend to surrender and when talking him down isnt working jubal runs at the shooter in attempt to save his son, if you could write something where the reader is one of the agents outside the bookstore when it happens and instantly panics because, well, shes married to jubal and ty is her stepson, and then its just a nice ending when she runs in and sees they are both okay 

A/N: I hope you all love this and I miss seeing Jubal on my screen so much. If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work :)

Y/N’s POV 

Everyone was on panic mode and rushing out the JOC today. There was a suspected school shooting. Everyone was working over time to figure out where it was and when so we could stop it. Hopefully before anything bad happened. 

You all were scanning everything you could. Going through all the social media of kids in the area. Tracking the searches of guns or anything that could help you. In your search something caught you eye. 

It was Hilltop prep. The school that Tyler your stepson attended. You decided to dig deeper in. You didn’t want to tell Jubal right away because you didn’t want to worry him. So you scanned all the kids social media. Was anyone there having trouble at school ? 

Was there any red flags that stuck out the most to you. You got a hit when a kid named Jack and some text between him and Tyler. You decided it was best to step away and look at this information in private. 

You weren’t keeping this from anyone but you also didn’t know what it was and didn’t wanna worry Jubal or put Tyler’s business out there. 

So you took your laptop that you had in your bag. Jubal was working on his desk and he looked over at you when he heard you get up. 

“Everything good” He asked looking at you with a worried face. 

“All good I just gotta ask cyber crimes about something” You lied. 

Jubal seemed to buy it and just shrugged you off and went back to doing what ever he was doing. Which you were grateful for. You knew the second he found out he would have went full overprotective dad mode. 

Which wasn’t a bad thing it was just hard when things meant to be private are being brought into the work place. 

You walked back to your personal desk you had in the back and sat down. When you got re situated you pulled back open your stuff and looked through the messages. Alot of them were about how both boys were struggling. Tyler struggled to make friends because of his cancer. 

Kids were cruel and he had to miss a lot for his treatments. Jack was also another loner without many friends. The two of them talked about normal boy things in the beginning but then things took a turn. 

Jack talked about wanting revenge on the kids who picked on him. Tyler kept trying to talk him down but you knew he was over his head. You could even read in the messages that he wasn’t sure on what exactly to do. 

You knew it was time to loop in Jubal but you struggled on how to approach the matter. But it was so much more than just this. Kids' lives were literally hanging in the balance. 

So you took everything you had and sent to him on his work email. Then you grabbed your computer and headed back into the JOC. By the time you got there Jubal had already been reading them and coming to find you. 

You meant halfway there when he rushed up to you. 

“What the hell is this” He asked 

“Come on not here” you said. 

“Yeah” was all he breathed out. 

He followed down the hallway into a private room. Where he shut the door behind him. He had worry and concern written all over his face. 

“Hey what’s going on” He asked in a softer tone. 

“I was going through kids social all schools. I ran into a kid named Jack who went to Ty’s school. I dug further and found that stuff I sent you” You said. 

Jubal took his hand and started rubbing the back of head something he did when was nervous. 

“Yeah uh who else knows” Jubal asked you could hear the worry in his voice and broke his heart. 

“No one i came straight to you” You said. 

You placed grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze trying to comfort him. 

He softened a little under your touch. 

“Call Ty and see where he’s at I’ll update the JOC where shut down the school and find Jack” You said. 

“Okay yeah yeah sounds good it’s a plan” Jubal said. 

“Hey it’s gonna be okay I promise” You said. 

“I love you” You said to him. 

“I love you” He said he squeezed your hand tight. 

He opened the door and you both walked out and Jubal went straight down to his car and you walked back to the JOC and filled the team in.

Isobel and everyone looked up at you when you walked back in. 

“Everyone hey listen i got something I need to share” 

You hooked up your laptop and put everything on the big screen so everyone could see. 

“I think I know where the next attack is coming from. Hilltop Prep by a kid named Jack he is a loner kid who wants to take revenge out” You said. 

“Wait isn't that Tyler’s school” Isobel asked. 

“Yeah I told Jubal  about it and there is something else” You said. 

“Jack and Tyler are friends but it looks like Tyler is trying to talk Jack out of it but is way 

in over his head right now” You said 

“Yeah for sure where are they now” Isobel asked. 

“Right now it looks like Tyler is on the move and heading towards 15th st” Ian yelled out. 

“Where is Jack right now” Isobel yelled out

“It looks like he’s on 15th not moving” Kelly yelled out .

“Call jubal and let him know where he’s at” Isobel yelled out. 

“I’ll call him on the way I’m on the way over” You yelled out. 

Isobel just nodded at you and you grabbed your stuff and ran out. Your anxiety was high and you were doing everything you could to control it. 

You had so many emotions just running through your head. Was Ty okay ? Was Jubal gonna be okay. 

You didn’t have any kids of your own yet. Your family lived in a different state so when you moved here you were all alone. 

Meeting Jubal and working for the FBI was the best thing that ever happened to you. You finally found a family. 

Jubal’s Kids loved you just as much as he did and you all became super close. So it was hurting you just as much to see Ty going through this. With his cancer and everything else this was way to much for a child or anyone to go through. 

Racing down to the car you pulled out your phone and called Jubal. But of course he wasn’t answering you. 

“Damn it come on” You yelled while people were giving you weird looks. 

You finally made it down to your car and you sped away fast. You tried not to think about the worst case scenario in your head as you broke every single traffic law known to man. 

In record time you made it down to where they were and you saw Jubal just pulling up in front of you. 

Everyone was there you could see the black cars parked to the side not coming out waiting  for the signal to come out. 

You slammed the brakes and got out of the car before it had even come to a full stop. 

“hey “ You yelled over to him.

He turned around and looked at you worry all over his face. 

“Where is he” You asked. 

“Right there” he said 

You turned your head and he was walking around the corner towards Jack. Jubal started walking over but you pulled on him back. 

“Hey wait a minute they could just be talking and if Jack see’s you he might loose control and get spooked” You said. 

Jubal looked at you and it was hard to read his face and know what was wrong. 

“You want me to stay back no way” He said. 

You were cursing in your head because you didn’t want this situation to go from bad to worse. Which to your worse fear was happening right in front of you. 

When Jubal got closer Jack could see him coming and grabbed a hold of Ty. He pulled out a gun and put it on him 

“Hey hey don’t do that put it down” Jubal yelled out.

“Stay away” Jack yelled.

You could feel your anxiety was at all time high and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You watched in horror as Jack pulled Ty into the store behind him. 

Jubal had run over and was able to get in the store. 

OA and NIna along with Scola and Tiff ran out of the cars and you werre right with them. You all were standing in the middle of the street talking about next steps. 

“We need to breech it get in there” OA said 

“No we can’t it’s to risk if Jack gets even more spooked or feels trapped then what he’s dangerous” You said 

“Yeah but we go in through the back then we can take him by surprise” Tiff suggested. 

“No please we have to trust Jubal I know he can get Jack to surrender if it doesn’t get better or were trapped then we will” You pleaded. 

“Fine OA and me will take the back and you all stay at the front if in 10 nothing changes we go in” Nina said. 

“Fine it’s a plan” You said. 

You all got into positions. You were watching the front closely hoping this would come to an end sooner rather than later. 

You couldn’t hear much about what they were saying it was closed off in there. You could feel everything they were though. 

Every second they were in there you were second guessing your decision. Was it the best one ? Should you have breached as soon as you got there. Could Jubal really handle this or was it to personal ? 

A couple of minutes which felt like hours had gone by and you knew what had to be done. You looked at Tiff and nodded at her. 

Her hand reached up to her walkie 

“Its a go guys” Tiff said.

It was like a car crash in that moment. You couldn’t look away your eyes were peeled on the scene. 

Just a few moments later Nina and OA went inside and breached it. Taking Jack from Behind and Letting TY run away. He ran straight into Jubal’s arms. It was such a bittersweet moment. 

You decided to hang back and let them have their space. When they broke apart they walked outside and Ty saw you and ran over to you smiling. He braced you in a hug and squeezing you tight. 

You squeezed him tight and kissing the top of his head. 

“I love you I’m so glad your okay” You said.

“I love you to” Ty said back. 

He let go and Jubal came over and embraced you both in a side hug. 

“I don’t think dad’s gonna be okay though” Tyler said laughing 

“You do know he’s never letting you outside the house again your gonna have to wear ankle monitor to” You said laughing back. 

“He’s got his own task squad now” Tyler said making you both laugh so hard you couldn’t catch your breath. 

“Alright seriously guys this is what were doing now” Jubal said smiling but clearly getting a little annoyed. 

“Oh come on we love you” You said pulling him and Ty into a big hug. Jubal wrapped his arms around you both. When you pulled out you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek. 

“All seriousness though were so glad your okay don’t ever scare us like that again” You said. 

“I won’t I promise I thought I was doing the right thing” Ty said 

“You absolutely did but next time just tell us and let us handle the big stuff” Jubal said. 

“Yeah I guess so” Ty said. 

“ I know what we can do let’s go get abigail and then we can go for pizza and then what ever you want after you pick” You said .

“I can pick anything” Ty asked 

“Yeah i think we can make it happen” You said.

“Awesome i can think of soo much” Tyler exaggerated as he walked away and over to your car.  

“Great who knows what were in for now” Jubal said. 

“I’m regretting everything” You said laughing. 

Jubal looked at you and his face got all serious. 

“Thank you for everything” He said. 

“I really didn’t do anything” You said. 

“You saved my ass and Ty’s had our backs, I love you” He said.

“I love you more and I always will” You said, you took his hand and kissed it making him laugh. 

“Come on let’s get this over with” Jubal said smiling. 

“Oh you love it stop trying to hide it” You said taking his had and walking to the car. 

You all got in and headed out. You were so grateful everyone was okay considering how much of a turn it could have taken. But you were all here and okay and together and that’s all that matters.

[talanashta]

Remain Paw-sitive! - Chapter Two

For @dame-zoom-a-lot who requested this story ages ago. Hope you like Ch2, just as much as Ch1!

Rating: T | No CWs | Word Count: 2,430 | Pairings: Steddie Additional Tags: Modern, No Upside Down AU

Chapter Two of Two

Wednesday rolled around before Steve knew it, and he was just ready and waiting for Eddie to arrive. Tabby had picked up on his emotions and wouldn't settle. She kept pacing the living room, alert and on guard for whatever had Steve so wound up. He felt awful.

Luckily, they didn't have to wait too long like that because he'd told Eddie to be there about half an hour after he got home from work. All too soon, he heard a knock on his front door.

Tabby instantly started barking and jumping at the front door. Steve quickly wrangled her leash on her and flipped the lock on the door. It took some wrestling, but he got Tabby led over to the other side of the room and hollered, "Door's open! You can come in now!"

The door slowly swung open, with Eddie peering around it before gently stepping inside. "Hey, man," he greeted. His tone changed to something softer, "Hey, little miss."

Eddie pulled another plastic baggie out of his jacket pocket and shook it in Tabby's direction. "I've got more of the good stuff for you!" He started pulling bits of meat and cheese out and tossing them in her direction like last time.

Even this quickly, Steve could see the difference. It took a treat or two less than last time to get her calmed down and happy to see the man, and Steve was nearly overwhelmed with his emotions. His precious Tabs might actually get to live a normal dog life some day. He was willing to put in all the hard work it would take to get her there. Whatever Eddie said he needed to do, he would.

"So," Eddie said while rubbing Tabby's belly and interrupting Steve's thoughts, "today we decided to go for a walk, right?"

Steve nodded and tried to pull himself back together before he threw himself at Eddie's feet in worship. He had to clear his throat before he could speak, feeling a lump of emotions having settled there. "Yeah, I think so."

"Alright!" Eddie said, standing up. "I'm going to have you hold her leash and lead the way." He gestured widely to the door. "I don't know my way around your neighborhood, so I'll just follow you."

Instead of just taking his shoes off when he got home, Steve had switched into tennis shoes and his dog-walking clothes, so he was already prepared to head out the door. He lead Eddie and Tabby outside, down the front steps, and to the sidewalk.

The trio started walking down the street and had almost made it a block before Steve saw a car coming from the nearest intersection.

"Follow my lead," Eddie said cheerfully and jogged about three-quarters of the way up the closest driveway.

He didn't quite understand it, but he followed anyway.

As the car was about to pass by, he heard Eddie say, "Tabby," and offer her a piece of cheese. Just before then, he'd felt her start to tense and get ready to lunge, but suddenly she was redirected to Eddie and didn't even flinch at the car.

Steve just gaped at Eddie. "Holy shit, man. How'd you do that?"

Eddie gave him spirit fingers. "Magic," he said with a laugh. After a second, he corrected himself, "Nah, it's simple. She gets worked up by the cars, sure, but we did a couple things to make her less scared.

"Since we came up here and away from the street, she's not so close to the car, which makes it easier to handle. Then calling her attention away from it and giving her a treat gets her distracted enough that the car can just pass on by without any issues," Eddie explained.

He nodded to the sidewalk. "We can keep walking now, and we'll just do this every time we see a car."

Steve was in awe. Eddie kept doing these things that to him are easy as pie, but Steve would've never figured them out in a million years on his own. He could kiss the guy in gratitude (or just kiss him in general; Steve wouldn't turn him down).

They continued on their walk, and for the most part, it went as smoothly as Steve had expected every walk to go when he'd first gotten Tabby. There were a couple times where the redirect and treat wasn't enough, especially with the big, noisy pickup trucks, but otherwise, she was a calm, happy pup as they walked around the neighborhood.

By the time they got back to Steve's house, he was in the best mood he'd ever been in after one of Tabby's walks. He and Eddie had spent the whole time chatting away, talking about their jobs and hobbies and personal lives, interspersed with little tips and lessons from Eddie on how to help Tabby. Honestly, he didn't want Eddie to leave. He was having too much fun.

The two of them just stood for a long moment of Steve's doorstep, before Eddie said, "Well, it looks like it's time for me to head out."

Steve frowned. "You sure? You could come in for a minute, get a glass of water before you go," he offered, trying to get Eddie to say ‘yes,' to say ‘sure, I'll come in and stay forever Steve; you'll never be lonely again.' (Okay, maybe not that second one yet; it's a little soon.)

Eddie hesitated, looking at the front door, dare he say… longingly? Then he looked back to his van. "I appreciate the offer," he said, a little slowly, "but I've got to get going. I promised Chrissy I'd hang out with her tonight." He offered Steve a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's all good," Steve told him. "I get it. Have fun." He returned Eddie's smile, then turned and started to unlock his front door.

Eddie was quiet for a moment. "Okay. See you Friday for our next lesson."

Steve nodded. "See you then. I'll venmo you your fee once I get her settled inside." Finally, he got the door unlocked and the keys stuck in his pocket, so he gave Eddie a wave as the man walked away.

Once they were inside, he did send Eddie the money, but as soon as he got the confirmation it sent, he was dialing Robin's number.

"Hey," she answered. "I've been waiting for you to call."

He let out a deep sigh. "Am I that obvious?" he asked her.

Robin hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe? Obviously to me you are, but I'm not everyone," she concluded.

"Ugh," Steve groaned, flopping onto the couch on his back and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why does he have to be so amazing?"

"Well, Chrissy's pretty great," Robin said, and probably to anyone else it would be a non-sequitur, but Steve knew her and knew how her train of thought worked.

"Yeah, she wouldn't have any sucky friends," he agreed. "Especially her best friend."

"Mhm." He could hear Robin get comfier over the phone, settling in to listen to him go on and on about his crush on Eddie, for sure. "So are you going to ask him out?"

He rubbed his face and asked, "Are we sure he likes guys? Would he even be interested in me? I'm kind of the exact opposite of everything he's got going on."

"Uh, yeah, he's into guys. I'm pretty sure he even likes you." Robin took a deep breath. "I mean, I asked Chrissy, and she wouldn't tell me either way whether he's crushing on you back, but she did confirm he's bi."

The butterflies in his stomach started to go crazy at the fact that he might have a chance. "Really?" he asked, needing to be sure he heard her right.

"Mhm. Just ask him out next time you see him, dingus," Robin said firmly. "Otherwise, I will bring back the ‘you suck' board." He believed her, too. She absolutely would, just to mess with him.

"Fine," he grumbled. "Let's talk about something else. Like, how'd your date go last night? I forgot to ask today at work."

He spent the rest of the evening listening to Robin ramble on about how cute Chrissy was and how they went for a walk around the park and had a picnic, all packed and planned by her girlfriend. Steve would never make a fuss about it to Robin, but he was a little jealous of how good Robin's relationship was. He spent most of his evenings lonely nowadays. Tabby helped, but as good of a listener as she was, she wasn't a substitute for human conversation.

Maybe he really did need to bite the bullet and ask Eddie out so he'd stop being jealous of his best friend.

He went to bed that night thinking it over and trying to decide the best way to do it.

When he woke up the next morning, it was to the wet, slurping noises of Tabby trying to clean the inside of his ear with her tongue. "Gross!" he cried out, flailing a bit. "Tabby!"

She pulled back enough to avoid his hands waving through the air, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't have an ounce of remorse. She'd do it again in a heartbeat. Man, did he love her, even if she did gross stuff sometimes.

He walked through the next day and a half in a daze, just waiting for Friday evening to roll around. It eventually did, but it felt like the time dragged on forever, like moving through honey. By the time he was home and waiting, ready for Eddie to show, he felt like he'd aged twenty years.

Anyone else, he thought, would surely be second guessing themselves about their plan by now, but he'd never been one to be shy when it came to romance. He just hoped he didn't get turned down. So far, his plan was to wait for the end of the session to ask, to give Eddie an out if he didn't want it and felt uncomfortable. Steve kept telling himself that Eddie probably liked him back, based on what he'd seen the last two times they interacted, so he had nothing to worry about.

Finally, he heard a knock on the door, signaling Eddie's arrival. His entrance played out exactly as it had on Wednesday, with Steve holding Tabby and Eddie letting himself in and coaxing Tabby into docility.

Once Eddie was petting Tabby, he looked to Steve and said, "So I thought we'd try and work on her separation anxiety today, if that's okay with you."

Steve's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you said she starts barking and trying to bite when you leave, right?" Eddie asked him.

Oh. "Yeah."

Eddie nodded. "We're going to try and get her to be a little calmer when she sees you get ready to leave."

"How?" Steve asked, curious.

"What's the last thing you do before you leave the house?" Eddie asked in return instead of answering his question.

"Uh…" Steve thought through his routine. "Put my shoes on and grab my keys. Put a coat on if it's cold out."

Eddie just smiled and nodded. "Yeah, so I'm going to give you the treats. I want you to go do those things, give Tabby a treat, then come sit back down on the couch."

Steve started walking toward the door, ready to do what Eddie said, but paused. "In my coat and shoes?" he asked, clarifying.

"Yep," Eddie responded, popping the 'p.' He gave Steve a reassuring look. "We want to try and get her desensitized to you getting ready to leave. Make her not so stressed about it."

Realization dawned on Steve. "Ohhh." He nodded and finished walking to the coat rack. Then he did exactly what Eddie said and returned to join him on the couch, watching as Tabby started to get worked up, then calmed right down once she got a treat and saw he wasn't actually leaving.

Once he was settled in next to Eddie, he said to the man, "You're so good at this. I don't know what I'd do without your help."

Eddie blushed and pulled a piece of hair in front of his mouth bashfully. "It's nothing, man."

Steve instantly sat up straighter and focused all his attention on Eddie. "No, I'm serious. It's only been a week, and I'm already starting to be able to handle this better," he told him. "I love Tabby, but I was seriously concerned that I wasn't a good fit for her and that I'd have to give her up to someone else better suited for her." He tried to convey with his eyes and expression how serious he was to Eddie.

"Really?" Eddie asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah," Steve assured, putting his hand on Eddie's knee. "You're the best thing that could've happened to us."

He'd barely finished speaking before he felt Eddie's lips press against his. First his eyes went wide in surprise then drooped shut as he kissed back, pressing firmly into Eddie's lips.

Not enough time passed, in his opinion, before Eddie was pulling away and leaping off the couch, eyes wide and panicked. "I shouldn't have done that," Eddie said, looking ready to flee.

"Hey, hey," Steve said softly and gently, standing with his hands out like Eddie was a spooked horse and slowly moving to be between him and the door so he couldn't run away. "It's okay. I wanted that."

He saw him take a deep breath, and slowly, the panic started to recede from his expression. "You did?"

Steve nodded, offering him a hand and a reassuring smile. "Yeah. I was actually planning on asking you out after we got done, but you beat me to it."

Eddie slowly put his hand in Steve's, and Steve led them back to sitting on the couch. "You could still ask," Eddie said tentatively.

"Yeah?" Steve teased, then asked seriously, "Would you go on a date with me, Eddie?"

The man just nodded, wide-eyed and earnest. "I'd really like that," he said.

"Cool," Steve responded. Then laughed as Tabby decided now was the perfect moment to hop onto the couch between them and wiggle and wedge herself into a ball, laying pressed between their legs.

"Seems like Miss Tabby agrees," Eddie said with a smile.

Steve hummed in agreement. "I think she likes you just as much as I do," he said, then pressed another kiss to Eddie's mouth.

[stirthewaters]

Inside

This is a lil story I've been working on that's a Wednesday x Reader type of thing. Maybe a part two? <3

You sit by yourself. Only partially by choice. Sure you have friends. Or, at least a friend. But currently you’re sitting in the sill of your window, looking at the forest outside of Nevermore’s cursed walls, completely and utterly alone. The music that drifts through your earbuds is depressing and powerful; you bob your head to the music, lip-syncing as the lyrics fill you with emotion.

After being a student at Nevermore for almost three years now, it’s almost funny how you’ve only managed to secure one friend; Enid Sinclaire. Even if she is the most social person at Nevermore, it feels good to have someone like her that has your back. But she’s not here right now. Currently she’s somewhere around the quad, with her new “roomie”, whoever that is.

You’re not jealous, though. Sure, it kinda stings that the empty space in Enid’s room that you used to occupy won’t be available to hang out on randomly, but you’re sure that Enid will do some kind of Nevermore Dorm Party, and invite you. If she still likes you that is. Which she will. Probably. 

Anxiety sucks. Usually it’s a common thing when it comes to teenagers, but for you, it flares up unusually easily. Noticeably so when in public. That’s why you have to clamp a lid onto your emotions whenever you start feeling stressed or scared. Panic attacks too. If you don’t keep your anxiety in check, panic attacks will flare up, and when that happens it’s too easy to spiral out of control. It really sucks when you have to spend the better part of an hour trying without much success to calm you down.

Shaking out these thoughts from your head, you crank up your music and decide to head down to the cafeteria for food. As the emotional lyrics pound through your brain, you pull up your hood and get up, heading down the hall. 

The cafeteria is noisy. Perfect. Nothing better than a bunch of yelling, talking, laughing teenagers to ramp up your social anxiety. Burying your earbuds deeper into your eardrums, you wait in line, pretty much tuning out everything around you.

So that’s why when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you’re nearly scared out of your skin. Whipping around and pulling out an earbud, you see Enid holding a tray. Standing next to her is a girl. Completely goth. Black braids with long bangs that almost cover her eyes. Her Nevermore Uniform isn’t the typical blue; instead it’s just as black as her hair. Her skin is pale, and her face is expressionless. 

“Hey, Y/N! This is Wednesday, my new roomie! I wanted you to meet her since you two will be seeing a lot of each other from now on,” Enid smiles, gesturing to the girl. You turn to her, studying her. “Um, hi. I-I’m Y/N,” you say, assuring yourself that your tone is stiff. You don’t want Enid’s new roommate to see your flimsy interior. “Wednesday. Wednesday Addams,” she responds, holding out her hand to shake. You take it, and shake it. 

“Why don’t you sit with us? We just got here,” Enid suggests, gesturing to a solitary and small table in the corner of the huge room. You give her a small smile, and nod. “That sounds great. Thanks, Enid.” 

After receiving food, you, Enid, and Wednesday, all sit at the small table. The noise from the crowds is softer here, and you let out a small sigh of relief. 

“So, Y/N, why don’t you tell Wednesday about some of your interests?” Enid suggests, clearly trying to break the silence. 

“I uh…” you clear your throat when you realize that Wednesday is watching you. “I like music, I guess.” You smile a little bit, gesturing to the earbud still buried in your ear. “I like drawing and reading too…just normal stuff.”

“Wednesday, why don’t you tell Y/N some of your interests?” Enid nods approvingly. “Besides sucking the life out of people for fun?” Wednesday remarks, “I write.”

“Oh, cool…” you respond, making eye contact with her. Her expression says nothing, but her eyes flicker with a bit of understanding. Maybe she’s like you. Lonely? But from what you know, she enjoys being alone. 

“Well, anyways, here, Y/N. Wednesday and I are hosting a Get-To-Know you Dorm Party tomorrow night. You have to come,” Enid hands you an invitation smothered with glitter. You meet Wednesday’s glance,

“Both of you?”

“I had no business with the invitations. If I touch a speck of glitter I’ll break out in hives,” Wednesday remarks coldly to Enid. Enid sticks out her tongue and snarks, “well some people who aren’t goth and edgy actually like it.” 

“Well, I’ll come. It sounds like fun. Who else did you invite?” you ask, eyes flickering nervously between the two. 

“Uh, Ajax and Yoko…and Bianca I think,” Enid counts her fingers as she lists the names. Your whole body freezes over. Crap. 

“You invited Bianca?” you mutter through gritted teeth. Enid shrugs.

 “Why not? Maybe Wednesday can take her down a couple pegs for once. Otherwise she’s not too bad.”

“You don’t approve of Bianca?” Wednesday eyes you. You sigh. “She’s my roommate.” You avoid eye contact.

 “And?” Wednesday clearly knows that that isn’t the whole story. 

“It’s nothing…she’s just kind of bossy and stuff,” you mumble, accidentally letting the other side of you show as you begin fiddling with your shirt. Wednesday says nothing but narrows her eyes. 

“Well, I have to get going. Art class and stuff,” you quickly stand, turning away so that Wednesday can’t see your pink cheeks. Seriously? Do you really like this expressionless goth girl? There’s no chance anyway. You dump your food in the trash and exit the quad, leaving Endi and Wednesday behind.

After a long day of classes, you sit in the corner of the cozy and warm library. Typically the best spot in Nevermore, since no one actually comes in here to read, albeit the occasional couple that comes to make out. Luckily, it’s empty today. You have your earbuds playing gentle music as you flip through a horror novel, when you hear murmurs of conversation from the main room to your left.

“The cover was darker…more like a day old contusion. Keep looking.” The voice is Wednesday’s. You peek in between cases to see a disembodied hand covered in scars and stitches rifling through the shelf above Wednesday’s head.

Your heart begins pounding so loud that you are almost positive that Wednesday can hear you as you try to focus on your book as Mrs. Thornhill enters the library, having a small discussion with her. You feel anxiety beginning to bubble in your chest, threatening to well up and out of you. Furious with yourself, you grip your arm tightly, creating small gashes in your skin. You let out a small gasp of pain and slap your hand over your mouth, burying your nails deeper while doing so. You pull your sleeves far over the marks, biting your lip almost clean through as the pain makes you feel a little bit dizzy.

“What are you doing here?”

Wednesday is standing in front of you, the hand perched on her shoulder. You wipe your eyes, and try wiping your face of emotions as you say casually,

“R-reading…” you gesture to the book that lays beside you on the beanbag. She shakes her head. “I smell blood.”

“Oh.. uh, odd…” you stammer, your voice cracking a little bit, looking away. You don’t want to meet her prying eyes. She knows. How does she know? “It’s nothing. I’m fine.” 

The hand leaps from Wednesday’s shoulder, grabbing your sleeve. Panicking, you tussle with the hand before its strength inevitably wins over, and succeeds in revealing the blood trickling and clotting on your arm. 

Wednesday’s eyes widen as she kneels next to you, grabbing your arm. You expected her touch to be cold and rough, but it is simply gentle as she asks.

“Who hurt you?”

Refusing to answer, you don’t meet her gaze. It’s obvious you’re blushing and you’re feeling embarrassed that she sees you as being so weak. 

“I said, who hurt you?” She repeats, putting her hand to your face and turning it to face hers. 

“Nobody,” you stammer, voice cracking as her gaze falls on your bloodied fingernails. 

“Don’t,” is all she says, letting her hand fall. You hug your knees. “I don’t do it. Ever. I-It was an accident,” you lie, biting your lip and pulling your sleeve down again, wincing. 

“What were you reading?” Wednesday says, changing the topic. You glance at your book. “Just a horror novel. Nothing much,” you respond, forcing the heat in your cheeks to die down and shoving your anxiety down.

“Stephen King,” Wednesday remarks. Her stiff tone is replaced with a softer one that you haven’t heard before. It makes you want to be closer. But that is unacceptable. 

“Take care of yourself, okay? I’m sure at least Enid would be upset if she saw this,” Wednesday says, making direct eye contact. You feel your heart flare as you nod. 

Then she’s gone, the hand going with her. 

That night, you sit in your dorm, typing an essay on your laptop. Your side of the room, while preferably would be covered in shades of red or yellow, is coated in pale blues and grays; your roommate Bianca, decorated it and refused to change it, so your attempts to show your personality were useless.

Speaking of the devil, Bianca is sitting on her bed, painting her nails, and admiring herself in her mirror. You try to turn yourself away from her; simply interacting with her gives you intense anxiety. After using her siren song to force you into hurting yourself as a joke, trust is an abstract concept between the two of you, so you try not to talk to her, which is hard to do since she’s so full of herself.

“So, Y/N, did you meet that new freak today?” Bianca smirks, not taking her eyes off her nails. “The goth girl with an appendage for a friend?” You don’t respond, feeling your heart pounding at the mention of Wednesday. You let out a sigh of frustration. Why can’t you just be mysterious and not transparent for once in your life?

“Did you hear me? I asked you a question,” Bianca turns to face you. You still don’t respond, not wanting to provoke a reaction. You turn up the music to drown her out, smiling faintly when you can’t hear her piercing voice. 

You let out a cry of fear and surprise when the collar of your shirt is grabbed, and you’re yanked backwards and onto the floor.

“Listen to me when I say this,” Bianca says, kneeling beside you as you gasp for air, rubbing the new ring around your neck. “Respond to me when I talk to you. Did you meet the new girl today?” She repeats, tone cold. 

Unfortunately for you, the force of the blow and the fear of the pain you’ve already suffered is too much, and you feel your breaths start coming in gasps as you try to get a grip. 

“Because the word around here is that you’ve got a thing for her,” Bianca smirks. You don’t respond; you can’t. Your heart is racing faster than a cheetah and you can barely breath since your lungs are heaving for oxygen. 

“I said, respond to me when I talk to you,” Bianca says stiffly, standing and grasping her siren necklace. 

The next day passes quickly. You don’t go to your dorm once. Classes suck; you can barely pay attention due to your throbbing head. The abuse that you suffered last night overtakes any attention span that you might have had otherwise. It doesn’t matter anyway since you don’t get much of your homework done on a normal basis. 

You avoid Wednesday and Enid; it isn’t as if you don’t want to hang out with them, but rather you don’t want them to worry about you since the dorm party is tonight. Aside from the now bandaged gouges from yesterday, you now have a throbbing head, and a long scar on your collarbone. You can’t remember what Bianca did to you; but you know that it was controlled and self-inflicted.

You knock on Enid’s dorm door, which is opened by Enid herself. The room is decorated with brightly colored lanterns, except for the right side, which is dark and pale. You carry a small book; a horror novel by Stephen King for Wednesday, and a plushie for Enid, as gifts. 

“Welcome! You can put your stuff over on the table. You ready to get this party started?” Enid giggles, dragging you over to the carpet on the floor. Ajax is the only one there so far, and its comical to see how hard she’s crushing on him.

Wednesday is sitting on her bed, observing what’s happening in the room. You wave at her a bit and she nods at you, gaze flickering to your collarbone and hardening for a second. Nervous, you break away from her stare and sit down on the carpet opposite Ajax.

“So..what are we going to do tonight?” You ask Enid, who flops dramatically onto the rug in front of you. 

“Normal party games. Truth or Dare, Skeletons in the Closet…Spin the Bottle,” Enid blushes, glancing at Ajax. You nod, not paying much attention as you feel Wednesday’s stare burning into your neck, almost as painful as the marks on your collarbone. You pull your shirt higher over the marks so that they’re impossible to see.

Bianca and Yoko arrive, and the party begins. Snacks are passed around, followed by drinks, which you politely refuse. Light banter takes up the first forty five minutes before Ajax finally complains,

“Enid you said this party's be lit! Let’s play something for once!” 

“Okay fine then! Spin the Bottle first, though,” Enid giggles. The snacks and drinks clearly have had an effect on us; we’re feeling pretty loose and drowsy, so nobody objects.

A bottle is retrieved and placed in the middle of the rug while you arrange yourselves in a small circle around it. Your heart is starting to thump in your chest. You don’t care who you have to kiss as long as it isn’t Bianca. When the siren makes eye contact with you, you flinch as she smirks at your collarbone, even though it is concealed.

“Hey Wednesday, are you going to play with us?” Enid calls Wednesday, who is sitting on her bed still. 

“If I must,” she responds, seating herself next to you. You have a nagging feeling that she didn’t join the game just to play. Your theory is confirmed as she continues glancing at your collarbone, and you feel your cheeks returning to that typical shade of red you receive whenever you’re around her.

The bottle is spun. People are kissed. Yoko and Enid. Bianca and Ajax. Vice versa. It goes around for a while before it is your turn. You spin it, and it lands on Ajax. Thank God. You give each other a quick peck, everyone around you giggling, except for Wednesday. 

Another round is played. Music hums in the background, easing your social anxiety as you watch Enid and Bianca kiss, and then Yoko and Ajax. The room is considerably more giggly and drunk when Bianca spins. Your heart begins to pound and you feel your breath hitch as the bottle end slows and stops pointing at you.

“No,” you whisper, just to yourself. Bianca smirks, clearly drinking in the moment as she stands. “Pucker up, Y/N,” she grins. You shake your head, backing up. Wednesday watches, gaze darting back and forth between you and Bianca. 

“You have to kiss her. It’s the rules,” Ajax says, frowning. Enid says nothing, and Yoko looks on, concerned, flickering in her gaze. Bianca beckons for you to come closer but you shake your head, feeling your breathing speed up.

Not now. Please not now. The world rocks around you and you stumble to your feet as you stagger off to the side,

“I-I just need a sec-” you gasp, opening the closet door by Enid’s bed, and shutting it, locking yourself inside. You try going through your breathing exercises, but you’re beginning to spiral, which is never a good sign. You don’t want to play Spin the Bottle. Or Skeletons in the Closet. What if everyone finds out you have a thing for Wednesday?

You slap a hand over your mouth as a sob escapes, burying your head in your arms as your lungs heave, straining for any traces of oxygen that aren’t coming as they should. You can hear the guests in the dorm murmuring with concern as Enid clears her throat,

“Well um…let’s just give her some space until she’s feeling a bit better…and maybe let’s play a different game.”

They guests murmur in approval. You hear footsteps approaching the closet and your panic increases, assuming it’s Bianca come to rub her smugness in your face. As the door opens, your eyes widen when you see Wednesday.

She closes the door and drops beside you in silence as you fight for breath while you furiously wipe a tear from your eye. The pain Bianca inflicted the night before is piling onto the tightness in your chest. 

“It’s okay,” Wednesday says quietly, scooting a bit closer as you fight for breath. You try to push her away, even though it’s what you so desperately want and need. “D-don’t please…y-you don’t have t-to…” you gasp, sobs mixing with your racing breaths. “I know it’s hard but try to focus on my breathing, okay?” She murmurs, deeply inhaling and exhaling. She takes your hand and gently places it against her chest so you can feel her breathing.

Slowly you start calming down, breathing wise. As you’re able to draw in more oxygen, you cover your mouth with your hands as the tears begin to flow. 

“I’m sorry….” you sob, looking at Wednesday, whose normally expressionless face is drawn back in concern. 

“For what?”

“You shouldn’t have to worry about me,” you let yourself cry, burying your face in your hands. Your breath hitches as Wednesday wraps her arms around your waist. The affectionate touch shatters the bottle in which you’ve held your emotions and anxiety, and you bury your head in her shoulder, hiccups and gasps following your muffled sobs. Wednesday holds you tighter, one hand threading itself into your hair as she whispers to you.

You’re crying too hard to focus on what Wednesday is saying, but her touch is so comforting that you can’t help but lean into it. You don’t care that you like her. You just want to be loved. When the tears finally dry, you find yourself tangled in each other's arms, listening to the deep breathing as if in a trance.

“I’m sorry if I made things uncomfortable,” you sniff, wiping your face on your sleeve. 

“They never were,” Wednesday murmurs. “What are these?” Wednesday says, running her hands over your arms. Now that your jacket is gone, all the self-inflicted wounds are revealed. You flinch, and avoid her gaze, shaking your head.

Wednesday gently takes your face in her hands, tilting it to meet her eyes. “Y/N, why are you hurting yourself?” She murmurs, eyes choked with emotion. 

“I have really bad anxiety, and uh…whenever it gets really bad I end up hurting myself to try and get it to stop but that kinda only makes it worse…” you admit quietly, letting out another small sob. Wednesday says nothing, but pulls you closer to her, allowing you to curl up next to her. She runs her hand through your hair, stroking it softly. 

“Can we not tell anyone about this?” you murmur. She nods, slowly letting go of you. You feel disappointment coursing through you as she does; it felt so good to be in that pose. You decide not to tell her about how much you long for physical attention. She’s already been going out of the way to help you too much.

“Let’s get out of this closet,” Wednesday says. Her face returns to the typical slack expression as she stands. You do too, trying to wipe your face of tears as she does of emotion. She opens the door.

Enid, Ajax, Yoko, and Bianca are lounging around the room. The lights are dimmer now, and the music is a bit louder. Clearly the party has hit its stride; everyone is either drowsy or drunk. You don’t make eye contact with anyone until Enid looks at you, mouthing ‘are you okay?’. You nod at her, and she gives you a thumbs up before returning to her drowsy conversation with Yoko about the Poe Cup or something.

Wednesday gives your hand a small squeeze before leaving you to sit on her side of the room; which is completely deserted; it makes sense since half the people at Nevermore think she’s a serial killer. 

As she lays on her bed, she thinks about you. She might have a crush on you, but she doesn’t know whether or not you don’t like her or fear her. Sure she comes off as a serial killer, but she isn’t that bad. When she comforted you, she actually felt an emotion other than emptiness for once. She wants to be there for you. And for the first time ever, she might be scared to admit it. 

The rest of the party goes normally. Presents are opened. Thank-you's are exchanged. Enid adores the stuffie you gave her and holds it all night. When Wednesday receives her gift, the only one that isn’t absolutely ridiculous or ill-fitting, her eyebrows lift slightly in recognition and she looks at you, nodding in thanks. You smile back, blushing.

Finally, the mood fades, everyone exhausted or too drunk to really do anything. It makes you smirk to see Bianca drunk. As everyone prepares for bed, you retrieve your sleeping bag from the door, where all the bags had been placed. When you go to put it down, you realize that the only actually available spot is next to Bianca.

You deeply inhale, biting your lip to try to keep yourself from shaking as you unroll your sleeping bag next to her neon blue one. She smirks loosely at you, but doesn’t say anything. Shivering from the cold and the adrenaline you’re trying to quiet, you slip into the bag as Enid turns the lights off and the room is thrown into silence.

Soon, deep breathing from different parts of the room begin to echo, signaling that most of the others have fallen asleep. You, on the other hand, are restless. Slight twinges of fear poke at your side, particularly the side Bianca is sleeping on. Throughout the night you toss back and forth, trying to find a comfortable position while that quite insistent voice of fear repeatedly bugs you, making it impossible for you to find rest. The darkness isn’t helping. So when you hear a whisper in the dark, it takes you a second to comprehend whether or not it was real.

“Can’t sleep?”

You open your eyes and squint in the darkness to see Wednesday sitting cross-legged on her bed, her back against the wall. You nod at her. 

“Me neither,” she says quietly. You don’t say anything, but she looks at you as if she can see everything you’re feeling. After a couple of moments, she beckons with her head for you to come over. You slowly sit up, glancing at Bianca’s sleeping form every now and then before crawling over to Wednesday’s side of the room, which is comfortably empty.

“You’re avoiding Bianca.” She murmurs to you as you lean against her bed frame. You nod, not making eye contact as you look at the sleeping forms on Enid’s side. “Is that why you can’t sleep?” 

You nod again, not saying what goes unspoken between you two. “Um…I’m not feeling so great…could I maybe sleep with you?” you mumble, blushing as she looks at you and nods, scooting to the side to give you more room. 

[willyismybicycle]

Title: stay with my tonight, I'll be your alibi (Part 7 of the earth, the sky, the sea) >> AO3 Link Rating: Explicit Pairing: Auston Matthews/William Nylander, William Nylander/Kyle Dubas Tags: POV Alternating,complicated relationships, Willy dealing some angst

Summary:

They play Pittsburgh - they play Kyle Dubas. Willy deals with the aftermath of feeling like he's being forgotten.

They haven’t talked. 

There’s a lot of things that they should probably talk about, like does Auston want all the sweaters he keeps leaving here? But then he thinks about Auston meticulously packing up his stuff around the apartment and he drops that thought immediately. 

It’s stupid. He’s the one that walked away, but he slips on one of those sweaters now, tucks his nose into the collar. 

He cleans his apartment. He can’t bring himself to pack anything of Auston’s away, but he can at least turn the photographs so it doesn’t feel like Auston’s watching him have his pathetic post-breakup meltdown. Or whatever. 

He hasn’t had to do this before. Before Auston, there was Kyle and despite their back and forth, that relationship just came to a natural end. And then Kyle left. 

Will wasn’t — isn’t — the type of person who can do long distance for the majority of the year. He needs to be touched and held and told he’s loved face to face. 

He misses Auston so much already it aches but he knows it was for the best. 

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Auston doesn’t know what he’s supposed to think, or say, or do. He’s just been staring at the last messages between him and Will.

It was all so normal. 

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Will tries not to react when Mitch turns away before he’s even done speaking. Fine. Fuck you, too. 

He settles himself — that’s now what he thinks about Mitch. He just doesn’t like what this is doing to him. Doesn’t like that it makes him bitter and unfocused, doesn’t like that it makes him love the game less. 

Doesn’t like that it makes him want to fucking himself headfirst into the incoming traffic of his emotions.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it.

He does it anyway. 

“Willy?” 

“Hey. Do you wanna meet me in an hour?”

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The air in his lungs just vanishes. Not exhaled, not stolen in some romantic manner. Just gone. 

He tries not to feel anything. At all. 

He fails. 

“Hi Willy,” Kyle says, his voice soft and soothing. 

“Hey,” he responds, stepping back so Kyle can enter. 

“I was surprised to see you call.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m —” What was he? Sad? It seems more complicated than that. “I just — wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Of course. Always am.” Kyle gives him a small smile — but it’s tired. So fucking tired. 

Willy feels for him, really, because he knows it’s not okay. It never is. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he says. It comes out softer than intended. It sounds too much like he cares. 

And he does. He wants Kyle to be happy, he wants Kyle to have everything that Kyle deserves and has worked for. 

He wants Kyle to win. Just not tonight, and somehow, that makes him feel guilty. It shouldn't, but it does. 

Kyle shrugs. “It’s the game. You know how it is.”

That’s as close to I’m not okay as Kyle will ever get, he supposes. Pablo shoves his face between Will’s legs to look up at Kyle.

“Yeah, but —” he pauses as he watches Kyle take his jacket off. Kyle looks good. “But it still… sucks.”

Yeah, he’s super articulate tonight. 

Banksy pushes past both of them to try and jump on Kyle. He should probably stop that, but Kyle’s smiling down and cooing Banky’s name and Will’s going to lose his whole ass mind. 

“Drink?” He offers instead, trying not to tune his hearing into every step and every breath Kyle takes. 

“Just water‘s fine.”

It feels a lot like their last conversation. 

“How is everything?” Kyle asks, and well, isn’t that a loaded fucking question. 

“Fine,” he says, even though it’s so far from the truth. 

And of course Kyle knows. Neither of them let go of the bottle as Will goes to hand it over. His fingertips are cold from the water, but Kyle’s hand feels like a bonfire, warm and enticing.

“Willy.” 

He lets go. Kyle lets go. 

The water bottle drops with a dull thud. And then Kyle’s holding him. 

His first inhale feels like he’s underwater, and he chokes it back out, all the anger and sadness inside of him just pouring out of him. 

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” 

And he does. Kyle does have him, arms strong and unmoving around Will’s heaving shoulders. 

“It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” Kyle continues. “Just let it out.” 

So he does. 

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“Do you want…”

“Yes,” Will responds, cutting off the rest of the sentence. 

“Are you sure, baby? I mean — Auston?”

He huffs at the name. “Fuck Auston,” he says bitterly, trying to pretend like he isn’t wearing one of Auston’s shirts right now.  

Kyle’s eyebrow arches, but he doesn’t push. He doesn’t make Will feel stupid about it, he just pushes closer and closer until the two of them are tumbling onto the couch. 

“Please, Kyle, I —”

“Gotta get outta your head. I know, baby.” 

“Just — please.” His eyes burn with the embarrassment of it all — of breaking down in front of his ex, who he’s supposed to show that everything’s fine. But instead he’s almost hyperventilating as he asks for some form of salvation. 

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He forgets about Auston, for a second. He forgets everything, really. 

His own name. Where he is. What he’s doing. 

Kyle blows him so good he nearly blacks out. Then he fucks Will’s face like he’s not about to be one of the highest paid players in the league. 

Kyle fucks him like he’s nothing, because he asks for it and wants it — because he feels like it. 

Kyle fucks him until he cries. He doesn’t safe word. Kyle stops anyway.  

He tells Kyle it’s best he doesn’t stay the night. Kyle stays anyway. 

There’s a text from Auston when they go to sleep — miss you — but Kyle’s arms are warm and Kyle’s heart beats steady against Will’s back. 

Kyle’s here. 

So fuck Auston and his stupid text. 

Look at me, I’m fine without you.

[balkanradfem]

hey i dont think i would actually be able to help that much and you probably have already looked into this before, but just in case you havent, if you try to describe your neck pain in detail i could see if i can figure out what might be able to help relieve it? i get neck pain due to work and its reduced through weird exercises most people dont ever think to do. i sit at weird angles a lot so i have to do exercises that compensate for that

Oh I'd be happy to! If you can figure anything out that would be great, even though at this point two physio specialists and a physiotherapist have looked at it and decided that the symptoms just make no sense, and a mri shows that everything is fine with my bones, disks and muscles.

The most troubling symptoms are that I'm unable to carry anything over 2kg, and honestly my left side is way worse, I can't carry more than 1kg with my left hand, I can carry 2 with my right. (I also have back pain on my left side).

Other really upsetting symptom is that I feel every impact in my neck, for example I can't run or jump, any harsh contact with the floor feels like I've been hit directly inside of my neck, or like the bones of my neck are hitting into my skull. I feel every step as I walk as an impact in my neck, and because of that I can rarely walk for more than 10 minutes. It has helped a little since a friend suggested I put an implant in my shoes, to make them softer, so the impact is lessened. I also can walk longer on very soft surfaces, like a forest after rain, when the soil is soft.

I also can't use tools like a hammer, hoe, anything involving hitting. I can't punch a bag anymore. Whatever impact is made, it feels like the impact is inside of my neck, or between my head and my neck. The first vertebrae of the neck is where the pain is most intense. I've been told since that this is impossible because these don't even touch, and the neck goes inside of my skull instead, but I have no other language to describe it, feels like my skull is taking damage from either being hit or brutally rubbed against the bones of my neck. Or like there's some nerves inbetween getting crushed. (but that would show on the mri)

Other symptoms that are just annoying: I can't lean my neck forward too much, I can't sit for long periods of time, I can't sit leaning back at all, it will start hurting after 1 minute of that, I have to either sit straight or lean slightly forward. I can't sleep with a pillow, I need a completely flat surface.

Once the neck pain gets irritated (if I accidentally carry something heavy of walk for too long) it will hurt so much I will no longer be able to sit or stand, I'll have to lie down on a completely flat surface for several days for it to recover. I also have to sleep on my back. It also gets irritated if I go to the dentist and have to sit on that chair leaned back for 15 minutes, the entire appointment is incredibly painful.

If the neck is not irritated, then I can sleep on my side curled up in a ball, but still without a pillow.

I noticed lately that it hurts if I try to turn my head to the left, it used to not hurt just from that motion, unless I would try to keep the position. It generally hurts if I try to turn my head to any side for too long, I have to keep looking forward or slightly down.

My neck will also hurt if I put anything on my head, like a towel, or a hood, anything that's giving it extra weight or putting any pressure on it.

There are things I still can't do with manageable or minimal pain! I can do some gardening, if I take breaks and accept that generally crouching and looking down will be mildly painful. I can ride a bike with next to no pain, I can do cleaning where I don't have to walk much, and it doesn't bother me. I can do foraging as long as I don't look too much down and move the rest of my body more than I move my neck. And doing normal stuff in the kitchen like cooking, kneading dough, washing dishes, doesn't bother me at all.

I have tried a few exercises in the past, found on youtube, but every and each of those was painful to do, and I didn't know if it would do extra damage, so I stopped. I think now I can try doing any exercises since there's nothing physically wrong with me, I'm unlikely to do actual damage (but I'm still scared of irritating the pain).

I appreciate being given a chance to just talk about the pain because usually I just try to not talk about it, because I don't want everyone around me to feel bad about it all the time, and nothing really helps. I've been prescribed a muscle-relaxant to take for a week, and while I was taking it, it was better, and less painful, but as soon as I stopped taking it, the pain came right back.

[real-godzekiel]

Hey! Any headcanons about Opal and her family when she was a baby?

hi im just waking up so please ignore any mistakes.

opal was probably born with the expectable amount of health problems. at much i like to think her mom would have tried to keep her baby safe in the womb, probably didn't try hard enough to prevent this. I'm not that good with headcanons regarding illnesses and disorders and syndromes and that (i don't even know that well about my own body) but i think that because she was being born from an alcoholic malnourished mother, opal had some physical differences from other kids growing up that's not associated with her homelife. and she probably have FASD

i like to think that her parents tried. i mean i sure fucking hope they tried when opal was little. seeing as how opal cares about grandpa's health to hide his ciggies and how mom's entire thing is that she relies on a idea of having a child to take care of and be taken care by i think they paid quite the attention to opal when she was a baby. I can vividly picture wine mom (which I will after this refer to as "Hope" for convenience) holding Opal and just staring at that baby when she is sober. I don't think Hope talks a lot when she is sober so she's just silent. Hope takes care of baby's physical and emotional needs (again, she tries) and grandpa, when he was more lucid, would let Opal watch whatever kiddie stuff was on the television. I think that's how Opal started daydreaming. Most of my daydreams when I was a toddler was from the TV. What a lovely way to escape, the TV (it's not lovely). not to mention that it's likely that grandpa was never the best person, as he definitely had a part in Opal's mom and dad turning out this way. i'm guessing that he might have a softer spot for grandkids for a while before his health got worse and worse. And Mirror Dad when his appearance was still relatively normal? I don't know. People tend to think he's the nicest but I always thought Opal was just less afraid of him and more annoyed by him than anything because he wasn't really that much a part of Opal's life when she was young. But this is just me projecting now. but still i would think that when Opal was very little Mirror Man had mental and physical health that was okay enough for him to be out most of time. trying to earn money and find job. This definitely doesn't go well most of the time because as distorted as every other family member's self-image is, at least theirs are stable. His lack of presence in home definitely made baby-Opal unconsciously start seeing him as a stranger, especially with Hope and Mirror Man's interactions being awkward to say the least. Let's not even talk about Opal's mom and dad's relationship with grandpa. its awful awful awful. its. yeah. Now that Mirror Dad is back in the house for eternal damnation in futile labyrinthic self-examination in hopes of restoring self-image Opal is starting to know him better now. She still doesn't like him very much.

I think Opal would find her time being 1 to 3 years old being the happiest period of her life when she was still in this particular household. She spent most of her days during that time listening to her drunk mom rambling or reading stories while holding her, but safe in that she does not understand anything she is saying yet. when her mom is (in an attempt of) preparing food, she is in her grandpa's arms seeing images on a screen that is not static. Birth from 1 year old is ok but it hurt. Physically. Her body was too small and weak that she cannot make a noise and that means not enough energy to have awareness so life can be at least entertaining. When she slowly healed through time at the point of 1-3 years of age, she can yell and babble and make noises usually without that much a reaction from her mom. That's because these noises did not form words yet. The burden of language, man. I think that's it for now I'll add more if I have any. Kind of funny I love varying interpretations so much until it's my own. I think I struggle to find the right balance when writing these.

[xemonchi]

Biffy and Lee :)

The rainy day started out as run to the school from the car to beat getting wet, meeting up with Cam and Holger seemingly in their own world talking about as Lee just listened along walking to their homeroom class, almost impossible not to notice how odd Cam is acting, almost embarrassed dement look on his face as they all sat in class.

The trio got marked off as early for once, Lee carefully whipped out his phone and quietly looked at his phone, which was mostly a bust besides from a cat meme or two, something Biffy would like, so he saved it to send to him in a bit.

Stiffing a yawn as Cam and Holger talked about some game softly before the bell went and Lee picked up his things after sending Biffy the memes, pocketing his phone, gym is next something he would rather pass on and hide in the vents.

"Why are you so tired today, it's friday!!! Friend!" Holger said with a soft friendly smile, as Lee leaned against his locker not realizing he walked out of class and headed to his locker out of habit, he responded a low, "I don't know," shaking his head and trailing off, a little sluggish then normal.

A small ping ringed off Lee's phone, he grabbed the phone to check seeing it's Biffy, his boyfriend and smiled a bit rarely shown about.

Biffy;

Dude where are you?

I'm at the Meetup spot

Also kitty says hi from home

Lee:

In gym

I'll meet you there

I hope kitty feels well and I miss her

Biffy:

Alright cool Bambi

Lee just thumbs up his message, and he pocketed his phone as his friends looked at him with some type of look, he looked at them both then saying "what?" Cam instantly responded with a loud, "my man you got a date!"

"What no! No! Haha I don't know what you're talking about," Lee said, blushing slightly, thinking of a lot of things to do with Biffy as Cam said, "I know that look!" Lee was just going straight for the Gym to stop this conversation, "I don't have a look," he said, looking to the side as Cam and Holger trailed after him. "You got a date, don't you?" Cam said as Lee just nodded his head "no", soon the bell came as a saver to get out of this mess of conversation, Lee rushed over to the gym.

The gym filled in with his class Tina and Jennifer, he walked over in a sluggish way but he could hear light stark scratching from the vents, he said softly "hey" sitting down, near Tina, looking at his phone again, "ah hi Lee I didn't see you there," Tina said a little surprise tone as Lee just gives her the thumbs up and looked at memes again while thinking about hiding the fact he's dating Biffy from everyone he knows.

"Not in a talking mood?" Jennifer asked kindly, fiddling with Tina's hand a bit which Lee didn't realize they were holding hands.

"Nah, just tired…" Lee said softer than his usual voice, he saw a message from Biffy and he smiled in a real soft blushy almost puppy like way and texted him back something.

"Hmm" Tina said then slightly leaning into Jennifer's ear and whispered something, Lee ignored them both slowly falling asleep but not trying to, but did with his phone locked in between his fingers, the Tazzleworm sitting by him tail wrapped around his leg hissing if anyone got close to Lee.

Soon the bell went for next period, the red Tazzleworm licked Lee's face and shivered over into the vents as Lee slowly blinked his eyes opened barely thinking, standing up in a wobbly blurr going to the meet-up spot barely connecting, holding onto his stuff with strong might, eyes rather red rimmed eyes from no sleep.

Walking what seems like a long ass time before walking into a wall and a somewhat confused yet annoyed voice called out from the hideout, "Lee?" Biffy said, walking up to the red and black haired leaning on the wall almost about to crash, wrapping one of his hands around Lee's wrist pulling him away from the wall into the hideout.

Lee leaned into the warm touch, eyes closed following Biffy then slowly sat down leaning on Biffy's arm, finally responding with a delayed "Hmm hi baby," Biffy letting go of his wrist and just let him have his sleep as he pulled back out his laptop to look at some memes or something fun.

As Biffy looked off from his laptop, Lee slowly wrapped his arms around Biffy's one arm, head softly resting against him in a lovely way, breathing softly against Biffy's skin, "tired little Bambi" Biffy huffed/whispered softly, rolling his eyes, then looking back to his laptop fiddling with some work.

Biffy typed way on his laptop, yawning slightly as he tried to stay on task as Lee slightly nuzzled into his arm, tears slowly falling down off Lee's lashes, Biffy kept his eye on Lee as he finished the task and slowly packing away his laptop into his red bag.

"Mhm," Lee hummed uncomfortably, slightly waking up.

"Go back to sleep Bambi," Biffy whispered a soft nickname Lee got, looking for his black phone in his bag, Lee shrugging into Biffy's lap, "Hm not… I'm Not...Bambi, Biffy," he whispered tiredly, mumbling over his words, almost falling asleep, laying his head on Biffy's thigh, sleeping gently.

"Yes you are Bambi," Biffy huffed in a whisper, patting his hand, "get to sleep we have double free period."

"Mhm you're… the… best boyfriend… ever," Lee said softer and softer soon to a mumble.

"God you're… dumb Bambi," Biffy whispered softly, gently taking Lee's small hands and kissing his knuckles before wrapping his own around him.

"That's why you love me.." Lee mumbling falling asleep at last on Biffy's lap, nuzzling into his tummy as Biffy plays with his hair a small bit.