#it's funny that you said wake up cause i was actually asleep when you sent this 🤭

[le-velo-pour-dru]

dru wake up new dallon image dropped !!!!!

AAAAAAAAA HI!! HI HELLO!!!!!! Ohhhh man he looks so good!! :DD This is awesome thank you for notifying me, he looks great and I adore him ^^ ❤️

[yanderepuck]

I'M BACK BABY

The amount of time I restarted this fic is insane. It was going to be Isaac, realized Faust fit better, but Isaac deserves smut but he'd be so ooc. So here we are with Faust, it's still a little ooc but you can deal.

Anyway. It's a modern au. I don't wanna give away the plot twist but the ending is funny. Trust me

You lay in bed, swiping on your phone. Swiping left on guy after guy after guy. Why is there no one cute in your area? Where did they all go for summer break?

You finally get to a guy that makes you stop. You look through his pictures. Wow he's hot. A little older than you but you're looking for a hook up, so what does that matter. You barely think twice about swiping right. You don't match immediately and so you swipe through some more guys before eventually falling asleep.

The next morning when you wake up, you start going through your notifications. Most of them are unimportant and clear them. You see that you have a match and a message.

You open it to see that it's the guy you liked last night. Johann. He sent you a message, you're sure it's some cheesy pick up line and you aren't wrong.

'That outfit of yours is cute, but it would be much better on my floor.'

You can't help but chuckle a little. It might be early but you're okay with starting the day with some flirting.

'You'd look much better on me instead.'

You continue to go through your phone, seeing what you missed before you get out of bed and start going about your day.

It was a few hours later before you got a reply. You honestly weren't expecting anything in return. Most guys want something that night and by morning are over it and unmatched.

But instead you got a message.

'I know something else of mine that would look good on you~'

You think for a moment before figuring out what to send back.

'Your lips can go where they want. But I think your hands would make a pretty necklace'

Then the messages come faster and by late afternoon you are doing nothing but flirting with each other.

'Why don't you come over tonight so we can actually have some fun~'

You pause. Do you really want to go straight to his house? You know nothing about him. You can't even say you've talked to him for a day, you've just been flirting. Would that be safe?

That's what you would be thinking if the two of you didn't start exchanging nudes an hour ago. Seeing his erect cock got you feeling a type of way. A good type of way.

Damn you're so needy. You've been lonely for just a little too long to think of any consequences and agree to his offer. You couldn't have him come to your place. It's small.. and a disaster. You clearly look like a broke college student.

You look up the address he sent you to see what the area looked like. It seemed nice. It was a nice house, and pretty close to you.

'I'll be over soon~'

You change your clothes into something nicer looking and head over.

It didn't take long for you to be knocking on his front door. You are standing on the porch a little nervous. Hook ups are nothing new to you, but you really hope he's as hot as he is in his photos.

The door opens and a tall man opens the door. That's him alright. Wow he's hotter in real life.

"...damn you're hot."

"I could say the same thing about you," he pulls you inside, closing the door behind you. You can't believe you said that out loud.

"Did you find the place alright?" he already has an arm around you.

"Yeah," you slip your shoes off, immediately shrinking a few inches. You look back up at him. Damn. How is he hotter now that your shorter?

With your head up he kisses you. You came for a reason, and it wasn't to necessarily get to know each other. Maybe each other's bodies, but if you don't learn a thing about the other by the end of the night that's fine.

You kiss him back, which only causes him to kiss you harder. You moan and turn your body to face him. As your hands went up his shirt to feel him, his hands went behind you to grab your ass.

Encouraging him, you press your body against him. In a swift motion he picks you up, keeping a firm grip on your ass. Your arms move to hold onto him by his shoulders while your legs wrap around his waist.

As he carries you to his bedroom, you take the opportunity to try to get some moans out of him by kissing his neck.

Just as he started to moan for you he drops you on his bed, immediately taking his shirt off.

"Is there anything I shouldn't do to you?" He tossed his shirt to the side

You almost don't hear him. How did you luck out with a guy so hot. Since you don't answer he leans down, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him.

"If you don't answer I'll just use you how I like."

You feel your cheeks flush. Oh god. That's a dream. But maybe you shouldn't agree to that since you have just met him.

"Make me your personal fuck toy."

Definitely not what you should have said.

He smirks and lets you go. "That's what I like to hear."

You quickly start taking your shirt off. Once it's over your head he pushes you onto your back and starts to yank your pants down to your ankles. You move further back onto the bed and slip out of your underwear.

As you are taking your bra off you hear his belt being undone. Something about that sound gets you excited. With your bra to the side he gets on top of you, grabbing your hands so that he can tie your wrists together with his belt.

He does it so quickly that you swear he does this all the time. He sets his glasses to the side before going further down on the bed, almost laying down.

As your legs are being spread open you look down, seeing his face between your thighs. With your legs over his shoulders, you get a good glimpse of his bright green eyes before you shut yours with a gasp.

His tongue slid its way into you. You were already wet with anticipation but now you are leaking into your tongue. He's treating you as a meal, lapping you up and getting his tongue as deep in you as he possibly can.

It isn't long before you're squirming. His hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you down on the bed. He nibbles you a bit, teasing you with teeth. Feeling you jump only causes him to do it again. Your thighs try to close, as if you want him to stop, but you really don't want it to end.

Letting go with one hand, he starts to rub your clit, going in circles.

"Ahh-hh no!" You moan louder and squirm in a way that it seems like you are trying to roll over. Once he starts rubbing you, it doesn't take much to cover his tongue in your cum.

You try to look down at him, to catch a glimpse of his eyes. When you make contact with his, he looks like he's going to go feral. This is what you wanted after all.

"If you're going to be my fuck toy, let's flip you over."

He doesn't give you the option to roll over yourself. He sat up, grabbed you, and flipped you himself. You could help but moan. He even moved you so that your ass was in the air.

His hands grabbed your ass and rubbed it roughly, getting you to moan again. You could feel his hard tip pressed against you and whined. You've been waiting for this all day and now he's right there. You try to move back to get him to slip inside.

He chuckles. "Well I'd you're that eager."

He smirks and pushes his whole length inside you. He was going to ease himself in, but since you're so impatient.

"Ahh-!"

You bury your face into the bed and pull at your restraints.

"Don't be shy now."

He reaches up, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it back.

"I want to hear what kinds of noises my new toy makes."

His voice is in a low growl, though your moans it can be hard to hear but each word gets you wetter.

His hips pull back before snapping back into you, getting you to yelp.

"Good girl," he praises you as he starts to thrust into you at a regular pace, making sure his full length enters you. "You're so tight and yet you can fit all of me," he pulls your hair more to hear you yell.

You try to prop yourself up on your tied up hands as he pulls your hair more and more.

"And you just keep getting wetter," he teased, his cock being able to slide in and out of you faster.

He doesn't seem to hold back with how hard he thrusts into you. One hand isn't enough to keep your hips in place and your legs start slipping.

Faust lets your hair go, making you fall forward. Without losing momentum, he fixes your hips and presses down on your upper back, forcing your face into the bed.

Your hair is in your face, your hot breath hitting you back. Your body is squirming again. With your hips at a new angle his cock is hitting a new spot, getting you to cum again nearly immediately.

"You're a perfect toy," he grunts a little, still going despite you tightening around him. "You take me with no complaints," he pushes you down harder as he pounds into you rougher.

"Ungh-ahhh! F-fuck!" You pant, barely able to get out words.

He feels himself starting to get closer, but he stays in you for as long as he can. His thrusts are getting out of rhythm. Finally he pulls out of you, making a trail of cum down your back.

He tries to catch his breath for a moment before helping you lay your body flat on his bed so that he can grab something to clean you up.

As he steps away you try to push your hair out of your face. In a few moments your back is cleaned, your hands are freed, and you're laying there with your head on his chest.

~~

For the rest of the summer your hook ups became nearly a regular thing. You don't plan on keeping it once the summer ends so you don't end up getting to know each other much. You're there for a hook up, no strings attached.

Or so you thought.

Your college classes start again. It's the first week of the semester and you're looking over your schedule.

"Ugh. My schedule is awful. I already can't wait for this to be over."

You head to your next class. It's a lecture hall. You already know it's going to be one you're going to fall asleep in.

You walk into the class and look for a place to sit when you look at the front to get a look at the teacher.

Shit. No. He can't possibly be the teacher.

"Johann?"

Faust looks up from the papers he's looking at to see who called his name and makes eye contact with you.

"Shit."

~~~

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[ultralightpoe]

Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark -Tyler Owens

Authors Note: Part 14 of the Halloween event! How exciting!!!! Also I used to own all the scary story books and my sister and I used to compete to scare each other.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 672

Requests: OPEN

~2024 Halloween Event Masterlist

[Thank you for the gif @motionpicturesource ]

ENJOY!

The room smelled like nothing but old cardboard boxes and dust, and for a moment Tyler could have sworn an actual tornado had hit the house based on the wreck provided from said old cardboard boxes. 

“What in god's name?” He mutters, boot moving out to lightly kick one of the boxes out of his path as he continues his way through the house. The stuff strewn within them left a bit of a trail and he followed it like it was the yellow brick road, and soon enough he found his oz huddled over yet another box as she tore through it. 

“What ya’ doin’?” He asks with a slight hesitation, flipping the rim of his hat through his fingers before setting it on the kitchen counter as your head snaps up to where he stands. 

“Thank gosh you are here.” You snap out, struggling to stand with the round stomach, until he moves forward to offer you a helping hand up and pat some of the dust off you himself. “I can’t find the book.”

“The book?” He repeats, feeling like a bird mocking it’s owner. 

“MY BOOK!” You snap, waving your hands. “I had it when I was a kid and we used to read it every halloween.”

“A halloween book?”

“Yes! You turn off the lights and only have the one flashlight so my siblings and I would pass the book around to take turns reading the stories and you had to try and scare each other.” You explain, waddling around to open yet another box. “Scary stories to tell in the dark.”

“I’m just now hearing about this book now…why?”

“Because the baby!” You sigh, pointing to your stomach like it was obvious. “I am gonna read it to the baby.”

“You’re gonna read a scary story book to our unborn baby?”

“Gonna get them started early.” You huff. “Mama ain’t gonna raise no bitch.” 

He can’t stop the laugh that escapes him, moving forward to help you start searching. “Alright mama, let’s get this search going.”

-

It took 4 hours and a trip to the bookstore to buy a new copy once you both realized your childhood one was completely warped. 

Once you managed to get comfortable on the couch with all the lights turned off while holding one flashlight as he laid against the pillows waiting for the spectacle to start. 

“You have no clue what you are in for.”

“Darlin’ I chase storms for a living.” He huffs out, kicking his boots off. “You can try but you can’t scare me.”

“We’ll see about that.”

-

He wakes up to pitch black, a wave of panic filling him as he feels around to recognize where he was. It takes him a moment to realize that you both had fallen asleep on the couch, and when he feels your ankle he knows you're safe by him which eases him a bit but he still can’t fight the tight feeling in his stomach. 

There was a small creak from somewhere in the house that bothered him. 

Creaakk. THUMP. Creaaaaak. Thump. 

Over and over, almost sounding like it was getting closer. It sent him standing quickly, reaching for a weapon to defend you both with if it came to it. 

Creak, thump. It was for sure getting closer. 

So he stood his ground, waiting for the threat to come only it never did. So he began making his way to it. 

It took him 3 minutes before he found the cause, the dog door on the back door was being pulled back and forth from the wind since it hadn’t been locked. 

A small chuckle tore from his lips as he dropped the half assed weapon he grabbed and moved to lock it. 

“Tyler?” You croak from the hall, drawing his attention. “You okay?”

“Yep, just fine.” He chuckles, shuffling forward to meet you. “Just protecting us from people looking for their thumb.”

“Hah ha. So funny.” You huff, letting him lead you up the stairs to bed.

-

[Thank you for the gif @makinggifsolson ]

[its-time-to-write]

i know now it’ll pass - ch. 6

Last chapter! Thank you all for the love!

am i better yet?

You stay inside the entire time Jamie’s visiting. You end up calling Georgie and telling her you’re sick, a side effect from poor rest. She clicks her tongue and has Simon deliver some food that he swears clears up any type of ailment. You accept it readily and wave goodbye, promising to come over as soon as you’re better. 

It’s Saturday night and Jamie leaves tomorrow evening so he can be back in Richmond for Monday morning training. Sometimes you can hear his voice through the walls and you think your heart is going to burst with all the emotions it causes. 

You’re angry at yourself, first and foremost, but there’s something about actually hearing him that makes you realize how much you love him. Then comes the sadness because you screwed it all up, and you’ve come to realize that Jamie would have loved you no matter what. He had made it through the worst of your relationship, why did you convince yourself he’d leave you?

You’re fed up with all these fucking feelings so you grab one of the muffins Simon sent over and slip out the front door. The cool air kisses your skin as you lug your weighted blanket into the perfect position. Ah. Bliss. You make sure the porch light is off before completely settling in.

The routine is familiar and adds an element of normalcy that you so desperately need.

—

You’re woken up at precisely 4am by Simon and Georgie’s door creaking open and someone slipping out. You don’t even have to look to know that it’s Jamie. You can tell by his footsteps. He’s headed out for a run and doesn’t know you’re there because it’s still dark. You think you should probably head inside so he doesn’t see you when he gets back, but the thought is barely formed before you fall back to sleep.

—

You wake up again in your bed with the oddest sense of déjà vu. You know for certain you were asleep in the front of your house, and there’s no way you got yourself here. The weighted blanket is placed with care, covering you in all the right spots. You roll out of bed, throw on your robe, and pad downstairs to find out who’s making noises in the kitchen.

You round the corner to find Georgie making breakfast. “Morning love,” she says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You hungry?”

You nod mutely and sit down as she hands you a plate.

“You need to lock your doors,” she says as she flips knobs on the stove. “You never know what sort of people could just walk into your house while you’re asleep on your porch.”

“Georgie,” you say slowly as she grabs a cup of coffee and sits across from you, “how did I get here?”

“What do you mean?” she asks, mug conveniently hiding her expression.

“I mean, I was outside. Then I woke up inside. And I know you and Simon didn’t get me there, so how did I get here?”

You don’t know why you’re even asking. The answer is obvious, isn’t it?

Georgie must think so too, because she doesn’t directly respond. Instead she says, “Had an interesting conversation with my son this morning. Came back from his run all flustered.”

You note the way she says my son, not “Jamie.” 

She continues, “Said he found a girl asleep out front. He was worried about her and I said not to, that’s just the girl we’re always having ‘round for tea, but he was having none of it. Said you’d be better off inside in your own bed, with someone to make sure the door was locked because you always forget to do it.”

Georgie sips her coffee again, looking straight through your eyes and down to your soul. “It’s funny, because he talked like he knows you. Odd, innit?”

You choke on your toast.

You gasp out, “Odd,” in agreement, but Georgie is still looking at you with those piercing blue eyes.

“You know my baby tells me everything,” she says. “Not always right away, but he does.”

You nod. There’s no salvaging this. You’re going to have to move again to Chelsea or someplace equally new and foreign, and it’s your own fault for never being honest.

You’re about to open your mouth to say I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, you’ll never see me again and it’ll be ok, when Georgie places her hand on yours.

“I love you like my own child,” she says. “And maybe that’s because I see myself in you. I don’t want you to get stuck in your head the same way I did. Which is why I think all you need is another chance. One where you’re told by more people than one that you’re loved and wanted, and most of all that you’re safe. Which is exactly what I told Jamie. He’ll be over here in about five minutes.”

She takes another sip of her coffee with her free hand as you choke again.

“Georgie,” you sputter, “he doesn’t even want to see me! He told you what happened. Oh my god, I need a hairbrush.”

“You’re wrong, love,” she calls after you as you rush to your bathroom, “He absolutely wants to see you.”

—

You’re thundering down the stairs exactly four minutes and fifty-eight seconds later just in time to hear Georgie answer the door and promptly exit, leaving you with Jamie. Jamie, who you haven’t seen in months.

This is going to be a shit show, you think, but then you remember everything Georgie has ever said to you. Including the phrase, “He absolutely wants to see you.”

You don’t have time to twist that into something negative because Jamie Tartt is standing in front of you in your kitchen looking like the best thing you’ve ever seen, and it’s taking every ounce of your self-control not to launch yourself into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out before he can say anything. “I shouldn’t have run away. I broke your heart on purpose and that was a shitty thing to do. And I’m sorry for becoming friends with your parents and not telling them. I should’ve handled it better.”

Jamie’s frowning. You wish his face were at least neutral.

He says, “You’re sorry,” as though he can’t believe those words are coming out of your mouth. You cringe a little. 

“Yeah,” you say, “I’m sorry. Really, really sorry. I know that doesn’t make anything better, but… I am.”

Jamie asks, “Why?” and you have no idea what he means.

“I just told you why I’m sorry,” you reply. “Not sure how much clearer you want.”

Jamie shakes his head. “No, fuck, I mean- why are you sorry? Why do you think you have something to apologize for?”

That catches you off guard. That’s not even remotely close to how you thought he would respond.

You’re trying to figure out what to say when Jamie starts talking again.

“Look- I knew what it was like for me mum when I was growing up. Sometimes you meet the wrong person and they fucking… fuck you up. So when you meet the right person, you’re all scared and it’s all shit so you do the things you should have done with the wrong person. And yeah, I was fucking wrecked when you left, but I understood. I’m me, and me is a lot.” 

The corners of your mouth turn up ever so slightly at the odd turn of phrase.

Jamie takes a breath. “What I’m saying is, maybe we have things to work on. But I want to work on them. With you. Not with someone else. Fucking hell, babe, I’ve never laughed as hard as when I’m with you. Like, imagine there’s this bird and she’s fit as fuck but then she talks and says the funniest shit and but then flips the switch and actually listens to what you have to say? Has actual empathy, like. It’s a fuckin’ breath of fresh air after being with the lads all day.”

“Right,” you say. “So you’re not mad at me?”

“Oh fuck no,” Jamie replies. “I was mad. Yeah. Proper mad. Got over it, though. Talked to Ted a lot, and Dr. Sharon. Worked through some of me own shit. Mummy says you’ve been working on your own shit too.”

You slowly nod. “Yeah, I have. It’s been alright. She gives me hope, you know? She has a perfectly wonderful life and she was able to get out of her own head long enough to enjoy it. Not let it slip through her fingers.”

You’re both silent for a moment. It’s been forever since you’ve seen Jamie up close, and you still find yourself lost in his eyes. 

You both have the same thought at the same time and suddenly your arms are wrapped around his middle and his are holding you tightly, his cheek resting on the top of your head. 

“I’m not letting you walk away again, yeah?” he says. “Mum’d fucking kill me if I did. You’re the only one I want anyway.”

You nod into his chest. “I love you so much,” you say, voice muffled. “I can’t believe that I get to have you.”

—

Jamie tells you over dinner that night that he’s the one who bought your flat. It’s waiting for you to come back. You finish out the month in Manchester then move home to Richmond.

A year later, there’s a forest and a picnic and a ring on your left hand. Eight months after that there’s a garden and starry lights hung in trees and a white dress. You’re surrounded by friends and family and a sign that says, the Tartts and glasses are clinking the whole night as you kiss someone who chose to be patient with you. You’re two people who saw exactly who the other was, and chose to love each other for it. 

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[sl-walker]

Preview...

...from the next yet-unposted chapter of Stardust.

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“I could eat at least three horses right now,” Booster said, looking over his array of plates and bowls, completely undeterred by the fact that it wasn’t even seven in the morning yet and the only people as awake and ready to go as him were the various geriatrics in the IHOP getting an early-bird special.  The way he saw it, caffeine existed for a glorious purpose and while he hadn’t needed any to get moving today, he had been in an insomnia-hangover himself a worrying number of times and therefore he held no mercy (and only conditional compassion) for those who were dawdling on waking up. “Maybe three and a half.”

“Oh no, Secretariat goes cannibal and destroys his brethren in his haste to fill the empty pit of his stomach,” Ted fired back, though it was with laughter in his voice as he clutched his mug of coffee like he’d shank whoever might try to take it. “Thoroughbreds everywhere react to the scandal tonight on CLTV in a stunning exposé!”

Brenda, Paco and Jaime were all nodding over their plates, looking like they hadn’t even actually woken up to roll out of bed.  Even then, Brenda picked her head up and squinted blearily at Ted. “Aren’t thoroughbreds the high-strung horses that keel over if you look at them cross-eyed?” she asked.

“I literally just asked that myself yesterday!” Booster said, pointing at her with his fork and well-speared sausage.  “Gotta say, I’m not sure how I feel about being compared to a critter that dies so easily.”  He was, however, a little more worried that the ‘high-strung’ part might be too on-target for his comfort.

“S’okay, I might have to kill you for being so awake right now,” Jaime mumbled, teetering over sideways until he was tucked halfway between Booster’s shoulder and the back of the curved booth. “And so happy about it.”

“It’s not my fault you stayed out so late.”  Still, Booster set his fork down long enough to reach across himself and lightly ruffle Jaime’s hair in something like a mixed apology and commiseration. “C’mon, today’s gonna be great.”

“You were out running by 5:30, ese, humans don’t do that,” Paco said, before shoving his plate of bacon and eggs away so he could fold his arms on the table and drop his head down onto them.  “Not normal, sane humans.”

All things being equal, Booster was an early-riser by nature, if not always factually; that he’d slept as well as he had the night before meant he felt pretty amazing right now, though. “In fairness, Paco, you were still awake when I left to go running.”

Paco groaned and shook his head against his arms. “Only ‘cause you were channeling Maria von Trapp in the kitchen.”

Booster opened his mouth to ask who the hell that was, but Ted shook his head with a grin and held up a finger before pulling his phone out and aiming at them.  When Booster raised his eyebrows in question, Ted mouthed, ‘Bianca,’ then took a shot of him and Jaime, the latter of whom might have fallen back asleep in the less-than-a-minute since he’d last spoken.  Booster made sure to beam for the camera, though, because he knew it would make a funny contrast to the probably-asleep teenager using him as a blackout blind and pillow.

Whatever Bianca texted back must have made Ted happy, because he smiled.

“Who’s Maria von Trapp?” Booster asked, before diving back into his breakfast.

Brenda finally managed to rally enough to drag her coffee close and start into her pancakes. “Who hasn’t seen the Sound of Music?”

“I don’t think they have whimsical anti-Nazi musicals in his time,” Ted said, sliding his phone over, presumably so Booster could both see the picture and Bianca’s response.

Booster dropped his fork again just to snatch it; the picture was admittedly very cute.  Bianca’s string of emojis in answer was every bit as cute.  Booster quickly sent the picture to his own phone and then slid Ted’s back to him. “I wouldn’t be against watching some whimsical anti-Nazi musical,” he said, on a delay.

“If you show him that, we are never, ever, ever getting back together,” Paco said, rolling his head to the side towards his-- maybe girlfriend?  Ex?  Who even knew, Booster couldn’t keep up with it, it seemed to change by the day.  “We would never stop hearing it.”

“Oooh, incentive,” Brenda snarked back.  Then, casual as can be, she wet a fingertip in her mouth and stuck it, wiggling, into Paco’s ear.

The subsequent shriek made every single person in the vicinity -- regardless of their hearing aids or lack thereof -- jump half out of their skin.  A line cook in the back swore something that sounded Eastern European in origin.  Jaime jolted out of his hiding spot and Booster was certain the reason the kid didn’t armor up and have a cannon cycling, ready to go, was because both Booster and Ted immediately reassured him that it was safe.

Brenda had turned fire-engine red.  Paco was glaring at her while swiping at his ear.  Jaime was looking around with his mouth hanging open, clearly having lost the plot.

Ted chewed his bottom lip, obviously about to bust up, even as someone managerial-looking started in their direction, IHOP nametag glinting menacingly in the sun.

Booster put on his most charming smile and said, “Perfect timing!  Can we get the check?  And some boxes?”

[bizlybebo]

DUDE DONT JUST MENTION YOUR DAKOTA HEADCANONS AND NOT SAY THEM!?

Please share :}

HELLO I FELL BACK ASLEEP BEFORE YOU SENT THIS ASK BUT OKOK

most of these are sadder/heavier cause they elaborate a lot on pre-canon and his childhood but ^__^ there’s also a few happy ones. they’re not all as neat and thought out as my last post but oh well

- said this one a couple times before already but I don’t think Dakota really celebrates Christmas/his birthday anymore after the Resurgence, and they became very lonely holidays for him after he lost his parents. His aunt tried her hardest, but she was losing herself and money wasn’t exactly an easy thing. None of PD is entirely aware of this until Tide (who, like Ashe, also goes all out for xmas) buys him presents and he starts ugly crying.

- I also think he sort of Knew everybody in New Haven because he would often procrastinate going home after school, wandering the city and trying to distract himself until he knew he had to go back to check on his aunt. He started bringing Katori on a lot of these adventures after a while.

- Katori was also the first person he came out to.

- Actually here’s a normal happy one real quick: he’s mixed race ^__^ specifically latino/native and black to me

- I think he’s the kind of person to kick and move around a lot in his sleep (actually this is basically canon). Whenever he has nightmares at least one of PD insists on laying with him to help him fall back asleep and they wake up with like. a black eye

- Also THIS MOTHERFUCKERS LOVE LANGUAGE IS TOUCHH. He literally just kinda drapes himself over people like a cat or randomly tackles them with hugs. With Ashe and William, he’s more gentle (since Ashe has mobility issues + other issues from everything and Williams joints aren’t always the best). But his ass does NOT hesitate to slam into Vyncent and it creates an insanely funny visual of this 5’4 lil guy absolutely ramming into a like. 6’2 Vyncent and knocking him flat over

- I think he has a lot of respect for wild animals, and so when he was with Mato Cole, he wasn’t exactly disney princess-ing it out there but the animals did kind of Know him after a while and so they wouldn’t approach him but they wouldn’t flee either. They’d feel safe to like walk past him etc.

- also I think this kid, despite being scared of spiders etc, would cry so hard if he stepped on a bug and killed it. he’d feel guilty :(

[ratstorm]

𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼

*Always willing to hear your plots. If you have a craving or something you are looking for let me know!

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐤 ⤥ rich bitch  ⤥ possessive male energy  ⤥ sugar daddy  ⤥ multiple partners / characters/ mumus ⤥ age gap ⤥ fuck buddies ⤥ playing a mute girl ⤥ toxic/ abusive relationship/ exes ⤥ friends with benefits / full blown relationship ⤥ your ideas! Let me know em~ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⭮o1: i misunderstood our date as a one night stand so I greeted you in my underwear but you brought…flowers? 

⭮o2: we live in the same building but you keep ordering sexy lingerie online and writing my apartment number instead of yours so your packages keep arriving at my door again and again so i have to go upstairs to give them to you all flustered because now i know what underwear you’re wearing and maybe i wanna see you wearing it bc you’re actually really cute ???”

⭮o3: “i slept with you the other day and I didn't know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward because i ran out when you were asleep

⭮o4: "If were single at a certain age then we marry each other" But the catch is he keeps sabotaging her relationships cause he's always loved her but would never admit it out loud. 

⭮o5: Muse a just finished his jail sentence. He lost contact with most of the people in his life. On the day of his release the gate pulls back and his high school sweetheart who he lost contact with years ago is in the parking lot.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⭮o1: making up any excuse to spend time with the other. example: ‘’i don’t need a new ceiling lamp in my kitchen! my lamp works fine!’’ ‘’i know but let me just make sure’’ followed by the character letting themselves in ⭮o2:“lets just kiss and see what it's like '' followed by the characters pulling away, eyes still closed, lingering…and then go in for the second kiss. ⭮o3: going somewhere and there is only one bed. Waking up the next morning entangled with each other. One of them wants to pull away, making the other snuggle even closer so they have to stay in bed. They decided to accept this and just cuddle. ⭮o4: muse a got stood up on a date and so called muse b to pick them from said date. Muse b shows up and instead of just taking them home continues the date with muse a.

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 ⭮o1: OK SO what about a plot where muse a is a waitress or something and she’s working a shift one night and like this group of super hot cops come in and she has to be their waitress and she’s trying to not act weird but she can’t help it and they notice it and are teasing her about it, but muse b is doing it a lot more than the other too and like maybe the diner requires her to wear skates and maybe she like stumbles and ends up spilling like soda, water, etc. on muse b’s crotch and she’s like ‘omigod omigod omigod’ and he just thinks it’s cute and funny and so he leaves her his number on a napkin and maybe she panics and doesn’t text him because she thinks he’s intimidating AND THEN MAYBE THE NIGHT DAY SHE LIKE LOST A BET OR SOMETHING AND HER FRIENDS MAKE HER GO SKINNY DIPPING IN THE LAKE EVEN THOUGH IT’S TRESPASSING AND THEN THE POLICE COME AND HER FRIENDS DITCH HER AND OH SHIT IT’S MUSE B AND SHE LIKE COMES OUT OF THE WATER TO SEE HIM STANDING ON THE DOCK AND HE’S LIKE ‘why didn’t you text me

⭮o2: a gang enforcer (muse a) who is sent to take care of a civilian (muse b) who saw something they shouldn’t have but can’t go through with it — maybe muse b is someone from muse a’s past, maybe muse a breaks in in the middle of the night and realizes muse b is a single parent, maybe muse b manages to strike a deal with muse a and barter for their life — but now they’re caught in this lie together and it’s going to catch up to them eventually when muse a’s superiors realize what they’ve done 

⭮o3: hella cute plot of a pop star and her backup guitarist/tour manager/opening act/some sort of somebody that would be on tour. cute flirtation during rehearsals. tour bus antics. late night kisses on the balcony of a hotel room under the moonlight. paparazzi catching the loving gazes. rumors starting to swirl. just yes.

⭮o3: Are you telling me the idea of a big intimidating scary guy having an obsessive crush with an adorable lady that runs a tiny bakery and banging the soul from her body on the counter while they’re both covered in flour and fuckery isn’t something the world needs? 

⭮o4: An unusual celeb plot where he's famous and she is not even a fan. They meet one night a a club and she flat out tells him she is uninterested. He's unwilling to take no for an answer however and spends the rest of the night trying to get her attention. Reluctantly she gives him her number just to get him to leave her alone. He sends her flirty texts, cute gifts, even sends her plane tickets to come see him. Deciding she has nothing to lose she decides to just enjoy the attention. Its DEFINETLY NOT because she is having feelings for him!

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲/ 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

⭮o1: "You left in the middle of the night 3 years ago without even a goodbye letter and now you're standing on my doorstep with a kid that kind of looks like me. ⭮o2: “You had a one night stand with the super hot guy. You don't know his name. Somehow by luck you have stumbled upon his social media account and so you reach out to say surprise your a dad! But unknown to you the hot guy had died months prior and so their sibling is setting up the meeting. Little do you know they wanna be in your life and take over for where their sibling would go.

⭮o3: A one night stand where she snuck out before he woke up and he tried looking her up but he didn’t even know her full name, so he moved on. Move on years down the road and he’s just gotten engaged and at the engagement part he’s introduced to her sister that’s been living overseas for the past few days, but who is it, that girl from all those years ago. Better yet, meet her child, wait, why do they his eyes  ⭮o4: can someone please give me a plot where muse a is a young college student in a small town who just so happens to work at the local coffee shop all the while trying to be the best parent to her baby girl and oh yeah there's also this boy/girl who keeps coming into her shop after class and occupying her daughter while she gets her job done and when she asks how she can repay muse b they just push her money aside saying ‘let me take you out on a date instead.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

For the 10 characters ask game:

Kanan Jarrus

Hera Syndulla

Ezra Bridger

Ahsoka Tano

Tommy from DSMP

Wilbur from DSMP

Ghostbur (does he count as separate from Wilbur? He seems to but I’m not sure; substitute character of your choice if he doesn’t)

And, since you’ve watched ATSV:

Miles Morales

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O’Hara

Oooh, thank you! This will be Fun lol

(And yes, Ghostbur is separate from Wilbur! The whole thing is kinda confusing but in short, when someone dies on the Dream SMP, a new being is sprung into creation; they look and sound like their alive counterpart, but they have a different personality, because really, they’re a Different Person. Like I said, it’s a bit confusing 😅)

1. Marry

Okay. Here me out.

Tommy.

BUT LISTEN!!! OKAY!!! IT WOULD BE PLATONIC!!! A WEIRD… PLATONIC… MARRIAGE… THING. ALRIGHT??? IT’S WHAT HAPPENED WITH RANBOO AND TUBBO SO IT WORKS (??!!)

This… arrangement would be so chaotic and so strange oh my gosh. But also… fun?? Maybe???

He could make pasta and I could bake cookies. Symbiotic relationship. We could run around the server and cause problems and pick dandelions. AND we could talk about Ghostbur together. It’s a win-win. We both love Ghostbur. Yes.

Tommy’s also an animal lover :) Truly, this is a symbiotic relationship.

2. Drink tea with

Ahsoka :) I feel like she’d be a fun person to chat with—especially over tea!

3. Party with

Okay I’m gonna be honest, when you sent this ask, I hadn’t actually seen Across The Spider-Verse, so I didn’t really know who Miguel was, so I saved him for last and just kinda gave him the option left over…

So I guess I’m partying with Miguel.

Y’know I don’t think either of us are gonna have much fun doing this lol

4. Kiss

Oh this was a weird one to answer-

Like Miguel, I saved this person for last because I didn’t really know what to do with her.

So. Hera. ???

I feel like I’ve failed a video game or something.

5. Go out on a date with

GHOSTBUR!!! But platonic :D

DUDE!!! THIS WOULD MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!! We could go see sheep or something!!! And take walks in nature!!! And find cool bugs to admire!!!

Oh my gosh I could take him to chick-fil-a and get him a peach milkshake. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.

I have been WANTING TO GIVE HIM A PEACH MILKSHAKE FOR MONTHSSSS HE NEEDS ONE!!! I CAME UP WITH AN ENTIRE MODERN AU JUST SO THAT HE COULD GET A PEACH MILKSHAKE!!! YES!!!

6. Push down the stairs

Miles :)

Not out of anger or anything. Just an aggressively affectionate shove.

Besides, he’s spider-man! He can catch himself just fine!! >:)

7. Slap

Kan…an?? I guess?

It’d be affectionate but also annoyed because he can be a bit… much. At times. I’m just saying, I think Hera should get to slap him at least once. That’s all I’m saying!

8. Invade the dreams of

PETER B!!! OH THIS WOULD BE HILARIOUS!!!

I feel like all of his dreams would be completely funny and nonsensical, so if I ended up in there things would get Worse.

I also feel like he’s that brand of pathetic (affectionate) that’ll get very scared over things that aren’t very scary. Like me.

He would wake up in a cold sweat and live in fear.

9. Take a nap with

Oh gosh, umm…

Let’s do Wilbur. Heaven knows that man needs a nap :(

Thing is, I can never take naps—I take like one a year if that—so I’d sit on the couch and be quiet and Wilbur would sleep… somewhere.

Oh I feel like he’s the type of guy to fall asleep in super uncomfortable positions, so he’d likely be curled up at the other end of the couch with his glasses still on and his coat still on and probably food on his hands. I could try and give him a pillow/blanket but I think he’d still wake up feeling sore lol

BUT AT LEAST HE’D FALL ASLEEP!!! HE HEKKIN NEEDS IT!!!

10. Rob

Ezra, but make it playful :) No malice behind it or anything.

[youraverageauthor]

The new roommate :D

It was a nice night, I had just fallen asleep when I woke up to a sound.. The moment that I opened my eyes I saw someone with a serious expression looking at me. I've never seen him before, did someone break into the house?! Before I could even react I was stabbed again and again.. The final stab was in my neck and the person left the knife there. A tear ran down my eye before I died.

I’ve been a ghost for a while, but I don't know for how long. I just remember waking up and being dead…

While staying here I decided to haunt the house. Many people tried to stay in the house that I’ve been haunting but none of them were brave enough. Watching families calling priests to exorcize me was pretty funny because I wasn’t a demon. Every priest just said that they weren’t able to exorcize me since I haven’t actually done anything bad. For the period after I died I really just wanted to go to the afterlife but I just couldn’t. I was stuck in this house with the same injuries that caused my death which didn’t was not helpful for my mentality.

After a while I realized I could get rid of that. The first family that came was a family of four and all of them were able to see me which was horrifying to me. They immediately called a medium so I could be sent to heaven, they were good people. That medium wasn’t able to send me to heaven because I've had a business that I didn't finish when I was alive, it was holding me back. The family moved out when they realized that I was stuck here. I wanted to see my friends and my sister. . I do not know where they are though because we used to live here.. It was just saddening. I should have counted the days so I knew how long I was dead for.. but I was starting to realize what I could do as a ghost. I learned how to stay invisible, and how to stop passing through walls.

I’d scare every human who dared to get to this apartment, while trying to find what my unfinished business was. Everyone who moved in left within a week. Finally one day I realized what my business was. . but it was nearly impossible. I just wanted to hang out with my friends and write about my book. A lot of mediums and exorcists tried to make me leave by solving my unfinished business but every time I’d tell them about it they’d just laugh and leave after getting paid at least 200$ for the visit. I despised them getting paid for doing nothing and I managed to kick some of them, the ones that weren't prepaid at least.

After a while though a weird human came. I was ready to give him the best scare, it would scare half his life out of him!

Strangely enough he hid the fact that he got scared. Weird… I tried to scare him again by flickering the lights and appearing with my death injuries. At first he looked kinda shocked but just ignored the situation. I was flabbergasted, this was the first time I wasn’t able to terrify someone.

“Hooman how come you are not afraid of me?”

“Well the rent prices are skyrocketing and this place is cheap, it even has furniture. I seriously cannot move out if that’s what you’re trying to do. Who are you anyway?”

“Well I am the ghost who haunts this place..I am ××××. Who are you hooman?”

“My name is ××××. Why are you haunting this place?”

“I have nothing else to do so I decided to haunt this place since I am attached to the area. You look rather young to be staying at a house alone.”

“Well I recently turned 17. Wait, why am I even talking to a ghost??”

I shrugged before turning invisible, I then went to the living room to watch the news because the current hooman was boring. I was peacefully watching The Silence of the Lambs but then, at the moment Hannibal was about to eat the police officer's tongue, someone changed the channel! I was furious,I can’t even watch tv at my own house?! I changed the channel back but he continued to change it to the channel he wanted to watch.

It was war.

“This is the living room, you aren’t even alive to be here!” he said.

He broke the final straw, I made the electricity go off. No one messes with me in my own house. He went to restore the power and I was ready to jumpscare him. The moment he restored the power I scared him. He honestly got scared, tripped and hit his head on a table.. This is bad, I just wanted to give him a good scare, not kill him!! I decided to bring him a pillow from his bed just in case he’s still alive.

A few ××××× had passed and the hooman and I became friends. We were having a small talk and he asked me when did I die.

“Uhh.. I don’t remember.. Maybe you’ll be able to find out about my death if you search it up lol.”

He nodded and started searching.

“Well you died at ××/07/20××.”

“What year is it now?” I curiously asked.

“It’s 20×× and as you know schools are starting pretty soon.”

“Good luck, school’s difficult but I am sure you can do it. I would help you but I am not the best at that. I could help you by writing about how painful it is to get stabbed!”

We both just laughed.

School had started for the hooman and it was pretty boring staying at this place doing nothing so I went outside to scare some people. The streets were empty. Ugh everyone started working already?! Then to my surprise I saw someone speeding from miles away. The traffic light was red but it didn’t look like the driver cared. It was my time to shine, I became visible and started to pass the road. I stopped in the middle of the crosswalk. I looked at the car that was about to hit me terrified. The driver was shocked and tried to stop but it was too late.

The car driver left the car to see if I was alive. Haha, he was absolutely horrified, he was looking at me shocked. I then slowly started to stand up, making him pray for his life and apologizing to me.

“Do not speed ever again, I will not let you get away.”

The man looked at me with fear in his eyes and nodded. I became invisible and he slowly and carefully drove away.

Mission Success!

I don’t know how long it has passed since the hooman started going to school, what was his name again?? The hooman just seems out of mood for conversation these days and doesn’t even get phased by my jumpscares..

change of view

That nerd was funny, he was the funniest student to make fun of in the whole school. I don’t know how long he’d withstand this but pretty soon he’ll break just like the rest of the students. He dared to scold us for smoking, he’ll regret it for the rest of his life, if he manages to survive. It was hilarious to bully him, and he couldn’t tell anyone because no one would believe him. I was waiting so I’d be able to break his glasses since we are writing an exam today.

He began to pass by the hall but I stopped him.

“Where’s my homework nerd?”

“I wasn’t able to do it.. I had other stuff to do.”

“Hahaha, you seriously want me to believe that?! Stop the excuses. You should have found time for it. I guess your homework is mine then!” I proceeded to punch him in the face, resulting in him falling to the ground. His glasses were broken. I took his homework while he was trying to fight back.

“Don’t you dare try to get away for not doing something we told you to do and if you ever try to leave or tell anyone about this you'll gladly be dead.”

~timeskip~

The boys and I decided to follow the prick so we could give him a last beating for the day. He looked anxious which made me laugh, he should have completed his tasks, if he did none of this would have happened. While following him a girl appeared and talked to that nerd. Is she seriously blind, why would she talk to him??

‘‘What’s her name nerd??’’

“Her name is Kiki…”

change of view

I saw some people with the hooman while he was returning, I decided to go and see if everything was okay because he looked pretty uncomfortable..

He never informed me that he had friends and those people don't seem like a good influence. The situation seemed pretty suspicious. I walked towards the group that was hanging out with Hooman.

“Who are they..? What happened to you..why are your glasses broken!?”

“I-”

“×××× was just not careful enough and fell off the stairs. Since we're his friends we decided to see if he was doing okay because that fall was a big one. Who are you anyway?”

“She is my roommate…” the hooman muttered, it was the first time seeing him so visibly scared. Not even I could scare him this much, I needed to find out who those people were.

“Thanks for helping the hooman but I can now help him too. Goodbye.”

I said, I made them leave after insisting that they didn't need to stay. After they left I peacefully teleported the hooman and myself in the apartment.

“Are they really your friends hooman..?”

He nodded, but I still could sense that something was wrong. You don’t get injuries like that by a fall.. I didn’t want to force him to tell me the truth but I couldn’t stand hearing lies coming out of my friend's mouth. I took his glasses and fixed them, I loved that power of mine but it was applied to only small items.

The next day, what day was it again? I decided to follow the hooman to confirm my theories or at the best case be relieved that he has more friends. He was walking to school and I was following him while staying invisible. It would be a challenge for me and it’d drain my energy cause I wasn’t able to go far away from the house without feeling exhausted, but who cares! My friend could be in danger.

The hooman arrived at school and gladly everything was going fine, then the group of his friends came. I was just watching to see if anything would happen. The one guy from yesterday, the weird looking one, was asked about my name. That guy asked the hooman something and because he didn’t respond they started beating my friend?!

I knew it!! I shouldn’t have trusted them!! I need to help the hooman! I kicked the bully where the sun does not shine and then I possessed the hooman so I could finish the business, no one harms my friends.. I began to punch that bastard, I made it look like self defense while I avoided the attacks. He looked dumbfounded.

“Don’t ever do this again. . I won’t continue to stay quiet any longer..”

I then left the hoomans body and started choking that bastard with my own two hands, while remaining invisible of course. I decided to stop since people would suspect that something is wrong. I proceeded to grab the hoomans arm and walk out of the school. I wouldn’t let him stay here for the day, something worse could happen.

After going to an area with no people I teleported us back to the apartment.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were getting bullied?! I could have helped you out sooner. . You don’t have to keep it to yourself! I am your friend hooman!”

“I am sorry. . I didn’t want to get you involved because they could come here too.. You’re already dead, why should you have to be bothered by my problems?”

He asked me, I was a bit saddened about that but I understood what he meant.

“I do not care hooman. Even if they come I will not allow them to harm you. Even if they find an exorcist they won’t be able to get rid of me. I haven’t completed my business yet have I? ”

I said with a smile.

He chuckled, then someone started banging on the door. I went and checked who it was, it was that bastard. “Okay.. I will fight them, don't worry but I might possess you later. Just ignore them and don’t let them ruin your mood.” I then unlocked the door. The bully had a knife, is he crazy?! That bitch just stabbed me because he thought I was the hooman! I didn’t want them to figure out I am a ghost yet so I just concentrated on keeping the knife in my stomach and fake bleeding from that area. I then fell to the ground to make it even more believable.

“Fuck, this is all your fault nerd, if you dare to call the police on me we'll throw the blame on you! Why couldn't you have opened the door?!" that bully screamed.

It was annoying to hear what he was saying. I slowly stood up and looked at him before removing the knife from my belly. I made the lights flicker while doing that.

“Don’t you dare threaten the hooman again..” I charged at him with a fake knife but it gave him the scare he deserved. He was on the floor, begging for his life but this was only the start.

“You are really weak aren’t you all mighty bully?”

I said while smirking.

“If you ever try to lay a finger on the hooman after this then I’ll eliminate you, no matter the cost. One by one..”

I made his team fight each other so no one would bother me while I was teaching the bastard a lesson. I made him experience his worst nightmares, I didn’t even know I was capable of doing that..

“×××× stop this bitch! You never told me she was this strong!! ×××× isn’t it, isn't that your name? I swear I won’t harm that nerd again!! I am sorry!” he said while trembling in fear.

“This was too easy, you know..but you shouldn’t apologize to me.”

I smiled before grabbing the hoomans arm. I am not the person who deserves an apology here. The bastard's squad was down, unable to fight anymore.

“It’s not that hard, just apologize to the hooman.”

I said with a smile.

The bastard most certainly did not like it, he thought I was joking.

I wasn’t and just because that thought passed his mind I kicked him.

“I said, apologize to the hooman. Don’t make me repeat myself again”

“Okay! Okay! I am sorry ××××, I won’t ever bother you, just tell her to let us go! I swear that we won’t harm you again either ××××..”

Hooman looked kinda relieved after that, I am glad that I managed to help him. We let the bullies go after both of us agreed to forget this even happened.

“Thank you a lot ××××, had you not helped me it would have just become worse…Seriously thank you…”

He smiled. I am glad that I could help him.

A time period had passed, two ××××× I believe.

The hooman asked me about my unfinished business and if he could help me to complete it.

“I don’t really mind if I don’t go to heaven anymore, but I could tell you. So I don’t really remember but I want to meet my friends and sister one last time and write a book. I don't really remember the names of the ones dear to me though…”

The hooman looked at me kinda surprised, he said that he’d help me funfill the business so that I’d be able to go to heaven. The human then asked me a question.

“Why do you call me hooman? You could just call me ××××” he asked me curiously.

“Well… I don’t know, it comes off naturally. Whenever I see you I think of you as The hooman, not about your name if you know what I am saying. It’s your new nickname lol. ”

“It’s a nice and very creative nickname hahaha.”

After that conversation, we watched Anabelle and I got inspiration from it on how to scare actual friends of his.

[thephantomcasebook]

Friendly Advice or Consultation is Welcome/Needed

I find myself preoccupied tonight with a conundrum of conscious that I'm conflicted on.

See, my old man is on the final level of hospice - fading fast - in fact, a few days ago it looked like he wasn't gonna make it ... which, funny enough, was also the same day that a bunch of psychopaths were going at me here, including that creepy weirdo who literally sends me hate in my inbox like once a month cause they claim "You're lying about the lore ... and I hope they expose you!"

God, fuck off loser, don't you have anything better to do today?

Either way, I love going to bed across the house from my dying dad, thinking I'm gonna be without a father for the rest of my life when I wake up, and my phone is blowing up, cause, some Blackcel galaxy brain can't google properly, and is stalking my blog cause I think the Velaryon's are overrated corporate trash.

Which, you know, it's the internet ...

Luckily I kept my old man breathing his final breaths to myself or I'm sure I was gonna get some fucking loser sending me messages about how they hope my old man dies ... Cause, it's the internet, and they think some mediocre, milk-toast, actress with made up pronouns who hates them are more important than common fucking decency.

But whatever ... Like I said, internet.

Anyway.

So for about six months the hospice care that Medicare is paying for - mostly - has assigned volunteers that come over once a week and spend time with the patients. I guess I can see their point, and I'm not against it in principle. However, I'm conflicted about this ... which is why I'm writing this rare personal post.

So the guy that has been coming over for months now is a really - REALLY - weird dude.

Let me preface.

I'm a trained Detective, I broke the curve for deductive reasoning at University aptitude test that had FBI and other Government Agencies trying to recruit me. The Austin Police Department offered to pay my college tuition if I committed to joining their police force after University, including requesting me to join specialized courses at the Central Headquarter downtown.

I've solved two - TWO - century old crimes - one of which was from using water irrigation records from 1898 - 1908 to exonerate an innocent man and his reputation nearly a century after he died a broken shell who everyone thought was crazy.

I'm not bragging, I'm prefacing this by saying that I'm a very good judge of people and situations.

And there was something incredibly wrong with the man that the Hospice care people sent over. When you meet him, when you talked to him, there is nothing - NOTHING - behind his eyes. He is nice, he is amiable, maybe a bit awkward, but he seemed an empty. And both my mom and I did not like him. I found him incredibly off putting and my mom found him so creepy that she didn't want him anywhere near her.

But it was part of the Hospice program, so we couldn't really say no.

Anyway, so this guy, he strikes up a friendship with my dad - who can barely see and needs a walker to get around. After only a few weeks, he starts staying way past the time allotted. The volunteers are only supposed to stay for two hours - at maximum. This guy started staying for five, six, and even seven hours once.

Now, I work at night straight through the morning ... it's what I've done for nearly a decade. So most of this stuff happens in the late-morning to mid-afternoon, while I'm asleep. So I can't police it all that much. Plus, I just don't like talking to that guy. But I've complained to my mom about it, cause, I don't like the idea of being asleep with that guy in my house alone with my crippled old man.

So, my mother has complained for months to the Hospice Care People about this guy overstaying his welcome. Even my dad was getting annoyed about his long overstaying. But nothing was ever done.

Well, it turns out that the reason that nothing was ever done was, because, his girlfriend is in charge of the volunteers. And, not only that, but he's not actually a part of the system. He's a 'off the books' volunteer that the Hospice Care approves of because his girlfriend is in charge.

So, I went to my mother and I put my foot down, saying "absolutely not" and that the guy has got to go. My mother agreed strongly and she tried to get him taken off my dad's schedule. Then, we've come to find out that he's not even really a volunteer. That he's a retired Postman that his tired girlfriend is basically pawning off on my dad (and me) to give him something to do. And last week, when he was here, we found out that he is moving out of girlfriend's house and that they're having relationship issues and he is in a bad place mentally and emotionally.

My mom, finally put her foot down and said no to the hospice care people. Under no circumstances is he allowed back in the house. Then, today, the guy called my dad, crying and upset, after being told that he wasn't allowed to come back. Apparently, his time with my old man is the only thing he's looking forward too anymore. And my dad reneged on my mom's orders to Hospice as long as he adhere's to the rules (my rules) about no more than two hour and not after 6 PM.

When my mom found out, she completely lost her shit - like full four-alarm freak out.

Now my old man is crying, cause he wants attention, cause, he feels he can't talk to anyone - which is his own fault for fucking up his relationship with me - and I got a potential nutjob that sets off so many red flags calling my dad crying cause his life is over. And my dad is blaming me, cause he says that I won't allow him to have friends, because, I'm strict about people visiting - that aren't family - getting two hours and then fucking off.

So, I don't know.

On one hand, I feel bad, cause the dude, despite looking and feeling very unhinged, has never done anything to warrant banning - other than staying way past the time that it is socially or personally acceptable. He's having a bad go of it in life right now, and he wants somewhere to go once a week. But I feel that it's not the place or position that a dying man with only months left should be put in. Also, I got a really, really, bad vibe from the guy the last time he was here.

I don't want to judge him, cause, I often deal with and judge people the way I would want to be judged, especially nerdy guys ... cause I'm a nerd myself - despite playing American Football for years - and I know what its like to be socially awkward and anxious.

But there is just something off about this guy ... and with his girlfriend trying to get rid of him so hard, and him being visibly disturbed, I just don't want him in my house anymore.

If you've made it this far down the post, I thank you for reading and would love any feedback or advice.

[bilightningwhumper]

Lost Voice- Little Mermaid Retelling

Fic rating: Mature, with some Explicit scenes throughout

Lost Voice Masterlist

1. Prologue (Old Version)

Summary:

Three PoVs: Sam waking up at the Institution Derrick feeling the soul-bond sever Hannah at Sam's funeral

Notes:

Warnings for transphobia (misgendering and deadnaming) and dehumanization, as well as implied suicide/death

Word Count: 1,474

Ao3 link

(first paragraph is why this is undercut)

Sam

The first thing Sam realized when waking up was that he was naked. Only a thin sheet covered him. Something was digging into his neck, as well as something into his stomach and legs. Moving the sheet, it looked like someone had put him in metal underwear? Not just underwear, something was in him, cramping both in front and in behind of his lower parts. When he sat up, it got worse, making him gag at the feeling. Touching the thing around his neck, it felt like a collar, rough and itchy, but loose enough not to be choking him. Doing his best to ignore his body and attire, he took in his surroundings.

Dim lights didn’t show much. The room was bare, metal, sterile. Just him in a flat bed in the corner with the thin sheet blanket and plastic mattress. There didn’t even seem to be a door. How did he get in here?

Straining his memory, Sam tried to figure out how he’d gotten here. He could remember Rae screaming, hands shaking him, not being able to move or respond. Sirens blaring, flashing bright lights through closed eyes. Maybe he’d passed out? That wasn’t right. He’d fallen asleep in their room. Something could have happened in his sleep? He’d felt funny since dinner. But that was it. Everything was too foggy.

He swung his legs over the side, wincing as his bare feet met the cold floor. Trying to stand was more difficult than expected. Whatever was inside him shifted, causing him to gasp and clutch at the edge of the bed. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the awkward feelings to the side. His legs didn’t seem to want to hold him as he attempted to stand, forcing him to lean against the wall to be upright. Stumbling, he forced himself to walk around the wall, feeling for anything. Any crack. Any seam. Anything to find the way out of here.

“Hello, Evelyn.”

He jumped, looking around for the source of the voice. Seeing nothing, he asked, “Who’s there? Where am I?”

“You are at the New Eden Institution. I am Nurse Ursula, one of the staff members taking over your case.”

The blood drained from his face. His legs gave beneath him and he sank to the floor, barely feeling the cold anymore.

They’d done it. They’d actually sent him to this hellhole.

“What are you going to do to me?” he asked, voice as empty as he felt.

“Why, help you, of course! You’ll be a proper young lady in no time, Evelyn. Then you can be paired with a nice alpha and have many healthy pups together.”

His nails dug into the palms of his hands. “But I already have a soulmate.” he said through gritted teeth. “She-” He touched his chest and… Only then did he register something wrong. Very, very wrong.

Looking down, he saw his mark had been damaged. Raw scaring covered it, raised skin, harsh and sensitive to the touch.

It got very hard to breathe. He couldn’t feel her. He couldn’t feel Hannah anymore.

“What did you do?” he whimpered, tears building up in his eyes. “Why can’t I feel her anymore?”

“It is required of severe case patients to have their soul-mark removed.” The voice actually had the nerve to sound sympathetic. “It is essential for your ideal path to recovery, Evelyn.”

He didn’t say anything else, not wanting to hear that voice anymore. Just pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped himself in it. Swallowing hard, he held back his tears as best he could. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

He wouldn’t.

---

Derrick

Derrick fell back, groaning in satisfaction.

Ruben laid beside him. “Good graduation present, then?”

He didn’t have to look at Ruben to see the smirk in his face. The smugness was clear in the beta’s voice.

“Shut up.” he said, shoving at the other boy, getting a laugh in return. Smiling, he rested an arm behind her head. “My dad’ll kill me if he finds out about this.”

“Then why are you smiling?”

He turned his head, pulling Ruben into a soft kiss. “Because right now I’d die happy.” He breathed after pulling away.

“Sap.”

Then they were kissing again. Derrick moaned, hand running up Ruben’s arm. He rolled on top of him, straddling over him. “Ready for round two?” he growled in his ear, gently stroking Ruben’s dick between them.

Ruben whined, arching his back. “I’m ready if you are, alpha.” he gasped as Derrick kissed down his neck, nipping his scent gland.

Growling, Derrick kissed down his boyfriend’s chest. He enjoyed feeling his quivering skin beneath his hands and lips. The whines and whimpers as he grew closer… Closer…

Then there was pain. Searing pain.

He lurched back, clutching at his chest. Ruben was touching him, talking to him. But he barely felt it as his vision went white and his ears started to ring.

All he could feel was pain. Fear. Grief. Endless, immeasurable grief.

Then nothing.

Everything came back to him slowly. At some point he must have ended up on the floor because they were sitting with their backs on the side of the bed. Ruben was coaching him through breathing exercises, patient and slow.

He matched Ruben’s breathing as best he could. Gasping at first, then even, slow. Once he caught his breath, he put his head in his hands, hunching forward.

“What happened, Derrick?” Ruben asked, rubbing his hand up and down Derrick’s back. “That wasn’t like your normal panic attacks.”

He barely knew what had happened. It was all so quick before it was gone. But…

Derrick touched his soul-mark, holding his breath. Nothing. Usually he felt something, even if it was faint, but… Nothing.

“I think…” He met Ruben’s eyes, tears building up. “I think my soulmate just died.”

“Oh, Derrick…” Ruben just hugged him.

He loved Ruben, he did, but Derrick had always imagined he’d find and marry his soulmate.

Now he'd never have the chance.

---

Hannah

Staring at the closed casket, covered in sprawling flowers, the funeral felt like it was for someone else. None of this was anything Sam would have wanted. The pictures picked were all the ones he hated, but had taken to appease his parents. Him in dresses, with makeup, it just… None of it was right. They had to know that.

Hannah felt numb. She didn’t know if she was supposed to be sobbing, like Crystal next to her. Or if she was supposed to be sitting in silent grief and fury, like Rae was as the two remaining triplets held onto each other. Their other sisters has a range of emotions between those too. But none reflected how she was feeling.

Maybe it was because she wasn’t part of their family. Her only connection to them was through Sam. And now he was… He was…

Her throat closed up. It was hard to breathe. Making some sort of ‘excuse me’, she left the room, exiting one of the doors to outside, trying to breathe in fresh air.

She touched her chest, over her clothing where her soul-mark was. There was still something there. Faint, but there. Her therapist had suggested maybe there was a third soulmate out there. It didn’t happen often, but since many formed packs, it was most likely under-reported in public records when someone had multiple soulmates.

Sam had joked about it before, since they couldn’t give each other pups. Hannah had always been open about her desire for them and she knew Sam did too, even if he kept it to himself. He’d just wanted to transition before entertaining the idea.

“Hey.”

Hannah turned to see Marianne, tissue box in hand. “You should be inside.” she said, voice wobbly as she wiped at her tears.”It’s your brother’s… It’s Sam’s…” She couldn’t say it. She just couldn’t.

Marianne gently took her arm, leading them both to sit on a bench by the wall. “And Sam would want someone to check on you, too. We both know he’d hate this performance my parents are putting on.” Her voice was raw, tired. She’d probably cried to her limit already.

Nodding, Hannah took some of the tissues, keeping her head down. She couldn’t look Marianne in the eye. “None of it feels real.” she said quietly. “None of it. It feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. But if I could, then he isn’t… He wouldn’t be…” She swallowed hard, voice cracking and breaking. “We had a plan. My parents were going to… So why did he…” She couldn’t breathe again. She just wanted to stop crying.

Marianne pulled her into a hug, comforting words said that Hannah knew they were empty to both of them.

Sam was gone. And nothing could change that.

[igotanidea]

Morpheus reading fanfiction about him.

@full-time-make-believer this one is for you :D

- y/n – cold voice behind almost made me drop a book I was holding.

- God! How many times have we talked about his Morpheus?! Stop sneaking around!

- Apologies. But I require your immediate consultation.

- Consultation? – y/n raises her eyebrow in confusion – and exactly since when am I your therapist? You really should see a specialist.

- Stop it – he interrups and y/n got to admit she’s pretty surprised how serious he is. Like he is always intense but this time there’s some sort of …. Nervousness in his whole posture. – I shall like you to visit the Dreaming.

- What? Now? In the middle of the day? It doesn’t work like that! Can’t we just discuss whatever the matter here in the Waking? – y/n mutters, quite annoyed by him – Do not use the …. Oh, great! – Morpheus blows some of his sand her way and before y/n knows it she falls asleep.

***

-I can’t believe he actually did this – y/n yells when she found herself in Morpheus’ castle in the Dreaming

-y/n! – a familiar birds circle over her head in the sky – what a surprise!

-Well, Matthew my visit came as a surprise to me too.

-How so?

-It’s less a visit more of an order to come.

-Oh, I see. The boss made you fall asleep.

-He did. Do you have any idea what might have caused his abruptness?

-I might.

-Say it.

-I think it would be best if he told you that.

-Matthew! – I try to grab the bird but he’s just too swift for that

-No hard feeling y/n! – Raven caws flying away.

y/n rubs her head trying not to explode. Oh, this bastard of a Dream Lord gonna hear some words of truth how authoritative he is. And speaking of the Devil, where is he? First, bringing y/n to the Dreaming against her own will and now leaving her on her own? What was she? His puppet?

-Morpheus!

-No need to scream. I hear you quite well.

-Care to tell me what this is about?- y/n crosses her arm – oh, wait. Let me rephrase this sentence. Tell me what this is about.

-Is that a demand?  Bold of you to make one in myRealm.

-Am I not your guest? You’re the one to say that a visitor cannot be harm. Or maybe I’m a captive then?

-You’re not. I’ve just came across something that raised my concern.

-And you called for me? How sweet .

He just eyes me up and down not sure whether I’m joking or being serious.

-Really Morpheus, stop your riddles and just spit it out. I’m not an Endless, I don’t have eternity.

-We shall go the library than.

-Oh thank God, I would love to see Lucienne.

-She’s …. – he hesitates - I sort of sent her away. – he looks at me. Is that embarrassment I see on his face?

-You did what? That’s odd. Why?

-Like I said it’s a delicate matter and I shall limit the number of beings involved.

-Whatever it is I’m sure she already knows. Most probably she knew before you, but whatever. Now, shall we go?

No. Of course not. He just flicks his hand and the library sort of comes to us. Showoff – she thinks to herself. Dream points her to the direction of the table where a stock of books is placed. Though y/n can’t really see the titles, there are a lot of them, so maybe it is important after all.

-What is it?- y/n asks reaching for the closest volume. – Lord Morpheus. Dream of the Endless. King of Dreams and Ruler of the Nightmare Realm. He was always intense, acting like he had no emotions and was good enough of his own. However, everyone just believed him to be a beaten emo cat who…. - Wait. What am I reading? Is that – before Morpheus stops her the girl flips the book so she can see the cover  - the Sandman fanfiction – Oh my god! – y/n starts laughing so hard she almost chokes and has to sit down. The tears of joy are slowly starting to flow down her cheek. – Now I understand why there’s so many.

-I don’t understand how is this so funny to you! – Morpheus is fairly annoyed which makes y/n laugh even more – is that how human perceive me? I am not a … - he lifts another book and read in disgust – sad, wet emo cat. I am ….

-Dream of the Endless – y/n cuts him off

-Yes, I am….

-Ruler of the Nightmare Realm – y/n  shakes her head. Unbelievable – she thinks.

-Precisely and I am ….

-Stormborn.The breaker of chains. The Unburnt. The Mother of Dragons. - she jokes and continues watching his uncomprehending gaze. Of course he did not understood that reference - You are overly emotional Endless afraid of this part of himself –she finishes flatly

-This is no joke y/n. I hold…

-The entire subconscious of every being therefore you have to stick to the rules so you would not be consumed. 

-Stop mocking me – his voice darkens and that’s the sign for the girl to stop. – Shall mortals see the nightmare part of my powers? Shall I make them unable to sleep so they will understand  I am not a object of their jokes?

-Morpheus – y/n slowly puts a hand on his shoulder calming him down – relax a bit, can you?

-I do not know. Can I? what does the stories say about that?

-It depends – y/n states grinning playfully at him getting a confused look. – Some writers surely believe that under your cold and harsh inferior there are some feeling and being at peace is one of them. Some other group definitely belives you are a drama queen.

-A drama queen? And what shall that be?

-Let me give you an example. Remember the last meeting with Hob, before… you know what – the girl waves her hand – you had a fight about you not-being-friends – she marks the speech marks in the air. – You could have just disappeared in your sand but you choose a melodramatic scene of leaving in the rain. So touching and emotional – she puts a hand on her heart and exhales dramatically, corners of her mouth lifting almost invisibly.

-I am not supposed to use my sand in front of humans. And I never wanted to give away my identity.

-Of course not – she nods her head energetically. – That’s completely understandable. How about  the time when you confronted Rose? You said you took no pleasure in having to kill her? Was that not an emotionally touching moment?

-That was barely stating the fact. I never wanted to hurt the girl.

-How about Gregory? – y/n spats and quickly regrets it – your eyes were watering. Or the ex-girlfriend of Johanna – for her own sake’s she changes the person to refer to – Rachel, was her name? You were actually touched enough to help her pass.  

-Do not… - he starts getting closer to the girl but halts closing his eyes, clenching fists and taking a deep breath - … maybe I do .. I do have some emotions, but I am also far more terrifying than those writers portray me. Far more terrifying then my sister.

-Death? Of course you are. She’s a fuzzy ball of comfort not afraid to admit her love and enthusiasm for humanity. That’s why there are also dark!Morpheus stories. They picture you in utterly different manner.

-Dark Morpheus? – almost as if he’s trying to adjust to the genre his gaze on her darkens and intensifies again but his voice sounds broken at the news –and what is that supposed to be?

-You know, like you kidnapping young women, holding them against their will, hounding people, sending them Nighmares or even putting in Hell…. Sounds familiar?

-But that is like completely opposite of the previous one. And not true.

-Make up your mind, wpuld you - she huffs - see that's what I'm talking about you being unstable. Of course it is opposite. You know, Unity was so right when she said you are not too bright – I roll my eyes - There are always going to be stories written from both points of view. Don’t you get it? That is what people do. They pick a part of you and they interpret it in their own way. And that’s why I don’t understand why you care so much. After all, those are still just povs of writers. Weren’t you the one to support the artists, the creative ones in their efforts? – y/n looks him straight in the eyes searching for answers.

-Yes, but not when I am the object of that work. This is still mocking and exaggerating.

-I'm gonna pass on calling you a hypocrite here - she smirks You are being worshipped – another smirk – isn’t that so God-like?

-I am being laughed at. By all of them. And this very moment by you too– he abruptly stands up facing the window – and I shall not let that continue…. – his coat starts slightly floating off the floor.

-Stop showing off – y/n points at his piece of clothing – You are overreacting, Dream

-How am I overreacting?

-Did you move to the smut section of the fanfiction, yet?

-THE SMUT SECTION?!

Ok, maybe it was a mistake to even mention that. Can I go home? LIKE NOW?!!!

[elektrantchios]

ice cream and regret | j.h

summary: things are going great with Hopper, you basically live with him, you get on great with his kid and you love him, like actual really love and you're ready to tell him. You only hope he feels the same.

pairing: Jim Hopper x Reader (gn)

warnings: bad written handjob (at the beginning so you can skip right over it), kind a lot of angst, age difference( reader about 20 ish), fluff, swearing and hinted smut at the end

word count: 1.1k

a/n: as well i've changed a few people's ages to fit better in the story. can i say how happy i was to get his request 😍 Hopper is my favourite from strange things so i hope i did him well in this. and thank you being so kind 😭 love you too

edited but might have missed something

MAIN MASTERLIST | REQUEST OPEN

The soft morning light was shining through the shitty curtains in Hopper’s bedroom, calling it a bedroom was a stretch it was a corner of the cabin section off by another curtain. The not bedroom bedroom wasn’t what you care about.

You cared about the chief of police in bed next to you, Jim Hopper. You still got a rush when you thought about him, even his name sent you crazy.

A grumble sounded by your side, Hopper turned over facing you, hiding his face from the sun. “Damn curtains” he groaned.

You laughed. “I’ve been telling you for weeks to buy new ones” you smile.

He mumbled something you couldn’t make out.

“You got something to say” you poked him in his side.

He grumbled again. Then jumped on you. You cried out in surprise, as he rubbed his face into your neck. Kissing your neck and collar bone. You squirmed under him laughing as his beard tickled you. He finally took his attention away from your neck and launched onto your lips.

You opened his mouth against his advancing the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck grinding against him. Your hand wandered down to the waistband of his underwear, he kissed you more hungrily biting your bottom lip making your hiss. You wrapped your hand around his hardening cock. At first contact he gasped against your lips.

Slowly you moved your hand up and down building speed. Taking your time teasing him, smiling the whole time. “Why you gotta do this to be darlin’” he rasped, growing breathless. It gave you a power rush to get this big strong man weak.

You kissed his softly still keeping the same pace, “I like seeing you worked up honey”.

He made a deep sound in the back of his throat when you picked up the speed. In your hand you felt his cock twitches. The faster you went the deep the sound went. His face was pressed against your neck mumbling dirty words building himself up.

After he came you pulled your hand from his boxers and licked your fingers clean. You barely had time to pull your hand away before he kissed you hard and messy.

“You can’t just look me in the eye and do that” he sighed face pressed against yours.

You played with his chest hair, “thought you liked it” you asked faking confusion.

He growled, attacking your neck and chest moving a hand down your body. You threw your head back biting your bottom lip. Outside the curtain your heard El’s door open and shut.

“ahhh” you stopped him. “The kid’s up”.

He kissed you one last time, “to be continued”.

-x-

When El’s was feed and happy in front of the tv, you started the washing up. Hopper wrapped his arms around your middle, pressing himself against you. “You need a shower” you laughed nudging him away. He kissed your neck.

“Join me?” he asked pulling at your top.

“Gross” El remarked from the sofa.

You chuckled nodding, “I again gross”.

Hopper spun your around laughing with you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Looking at him you felt happier than you had before. “You’re an idiot…but I love you”.

The room went silent, Hopper was just staring at you open mouthed. You struggled to say anything staring back. “I need to go…I said I’d cover Steve’s shift” you pulled away hurrying to grab your bag then leaving.

-x-

You hadn’t lifted your head for 5 minutes, softly mumbling to yourself.

Robin totally unprepared for this patted your head, trying to comfort you.

“I’m such an idiot” you cried.

“I wouldn’t say that” Robin said patting your head some more.

You sat up with a start, “I am! I looked him in the eyes and told him I loved him!”. You ate a mouth full of ice cream, “I mean what did I expect would happen? He has a kid and he’s so much older than me! why did I think he would want something serious”.

She looked unsure what to say.

“I love him Robin like I could go crazy with loving him” you whispered close to tears.

She pulled out a spoon to eat some ice cream, “Been there and it sucks”.

“Yep” you smiled sadly, “it does”.

-x-

Having to sleep in your own bed was terrible, it was uncomfortable and most of all lonely. You had gotten so use to waking or falling asleep next to Jim now it was impossible to sleep alone. It was over, it was over you lay there repeating and repeating it, hoping it would set in.

The phone had been ringing no stop all day, caller ID told you in was Hopper. Instead of answering you sat there watching it ring going through all the things you or he could say.

You sat up with a start hearing someone knock on your door, heart racing you waited for it to stopped. Just your luck someone was trying to break in and kill you when you weren’t talking to the chief of police.

After a few minutes the knocking stops relaxing you lay down back in bed, then the knocking started at your window.

Pulling a basketball bat from under your bed and went outside being as quiet as you could.

“I’ve called the police” you lied, “So you better not try anything funny”.

Hopper stepped out the shadows holding his hands up. “I know you’re better liar than that”.

You put down the bat, “Jesus Hopper” you huffed. “You trying to give me a heart attack”.

“I wanted to talk to you” He stepped forward reaching out.

You spun around, “There’s nothing to talk about”.

“Come on Darlin’” he stopped you putting his hand on your shoulder.

You breathed, “I told I loved you and you said nothing. What else is there to say”.

“Darlin’” he started.

“No” you held up your hand, “You don’t get to call me that when you stood there and said nothing. It’s over, I won’t stay with someone who doesn’t love me back”.

“Would you let me talk” he spoke louder than you.

Setting your jaw you nodded.

“I didn’t say anything this morning cause I was scared, okay!” he moved his hand from your shoulder to your cheek. “After losing my wife and kid, I thought that was it for me, I wouldn’t get a second chance”.

You looked at him not knowing what to say this time.

“Then you came along with your charm and cockiness. And you stole my heart”.

You opened your mouth but he cut you off.

“You know how many morning I’ve laid next to you trying to find the words for how I feel?” he yelled slightly.

“So you’re saying…”.

“I’m saying I love you”.

You kissed him messy and fast, taking him by surprise. “Are going to come in?” you asked in between kisses.

He pick you up with a huff, “did say to be continued, didn’t I?”.

[theringers]

marked up - charles leclerc

summary: you meet him at a club & take him home, but it turns out you both like to be in charge

warnings: 18+ NSFW, lots & lots, read at ur own risk, rough sex

You were surrounded by the loud boom of the DJ and the sweaty bodies of your friends as you all danced together in the club. You had been vacationing in London and met up with a group of guys at the club.

You had taken a liking to one of them, stealing glances across the room and winking whenever he got the opportunity to.

He walked over to you and held out his hand. “I’m Charles,” he said. “Great to meet you.”

You introduced yourself to him and continued talking. You learned about what he does for a living and where he’s from and you shared the same information about yourself with him.

Later in the night, the club began to get packed with more people. You would think that the crowd would die down the later it got, but apparently it’s the opposite.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "What do you say we get out of here?"

You nodded, at a loss for words. You’re never at a loss from words after that much alcohol. He grabbed your hand and slowly led you towards the exit of the club, hoping to not cause a stir with your group.

You pass the bouncer and give him a wave as you leave and start to follow the streets of London. You never knew how beautiful this city could truly be. You were unsure in the moment of whether it was the alcohol in your system or the hand you were holding.

You could tell Charles had a bit to drink as well. You continued to hear him speak French under his breath here and there, even though he knew you didn't speak it. You giggled and looked at him which caught his attention. "What's so funny?" He smiled.

You shook your head slowly. "Nothing. You're cute, that's all." You directed your gaze back down to the sidewalk.

He muttered under his breath again, but this time it was definitely English. "I'm not gonna be cute in a couple minutes now," he said quietly, and laughed.

"What was that?" You asked, hoping to get him to repeat himself so you could acknowledge what he said. Instead, he just shook his head and kept walking.

The streets of London were still surprisingly packed at this hour. Friends wandered down streets and alleyways laughing like this was a regular night for them. This certainly felt like a regular night out for you, but you felt safer even despite your state of inebriation.

Charles looked just as in awe of the surroundings as you did. "Is this your first time in London?" He asked. His hand was still tangled with yours when he began to swing your arms back and forth like a child.

"Yes, actually. And it's living up to my expectations for sure." You smiled at him.

"I'm glad it is. I've been here a few times," he stopped and stumbled over his own feet, almost bringing you to the ground with him.

You broke out in laughter and clapped your hands together as he looked at you in shame. You almost felt bad until he began to laugh as well. Charles stood up, dusted himself off, grabbed your hand, and continued walking down the lit street.

He pointed forwards at a hotel entrance with his free hand and led you inside. The bright lights and white decor shocked your eyes before entering the elevator. He pressed the floor button as you descended up to his room. You weren’t sure what to say in this moment and you could only hope that the silence was comforting to him. You looked around the elevator, seeing things move around inside your eyes and trying to focus. Convincing yourself that you're sober is pretty difficult when you're not.

The door opened and you followed him through the carpeted halls. He grabbed a key out from his pocket and swiped it to open the door. "Home sweet home, baby." He gestured to the room as you walked in. As soon as the door closed, you felt a different energy from him. His eyes looked hungry as he looked your body up and down. You took a step backwards, against the door and did the same to him, finishing your glare at his face, focused on his lips.

"You are so sexy," he said, taking a step forward. His hand found your cheek before his lips crashed to yours.

You turned your head slightly, kissing him back. Your free hands went to his hair, pulling on his locks with need. He tasted incredible, even after a long night of drinking. You pulled his head away from your lips and down to your neck as he sucked on your skin. There was definitely going to be marks tomorrow.

His mouth lifted from yours and he spoke breathlessly. "Are you trying to get me to mark you up?"

You smirked. "Would it be the worst thing?"

He was just as devilish as you were. "Absolutely not." He made his way back to your neck. His hands trailed down your body, reaching the hem of your dress. His hand snaked under the hem and went to your backside. "You have an incredible ass," he said between kisses. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt that intense feeling growing in your abdomen. You pushed him back and took a few steps towards the bed before pushing him again onto the soft white comforter.

You straddled his lap. Your dress rolled up your legs and eventually rested around your waist leaving you bare. His hands found your ass again as you kissed him roughly. He pulled your body closer to him and you began to rock back and forth on his lap. "Shit, baby," he said between kisses. "I want you to ride me."

A smile formed across your face. "We don't always get what we want now do we?" You continued the motion on his lap, grinding harder and faster. You knew you were driving him crazy and it was getting to be too much for him to handle. He grabbed you and flipped you around so he was on top.

"I don't want you to think you're the one in control now, baby." He looked down at you with lust. You pulled him in for another kiss, but he resisted. He backed up off of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the side.

His lips found your legs as he began kissing up your body and crawling closer to you. His hand dipped into your underwear as he reached your inner thighs.

His fingers began tracing circles around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. It had been months since anyone touched you like this. You tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a moan. His fingers lit your body up into flames.

"That's right," he said. A finger slowly found its way towards your entrance before slipping inside.

"Fuck," You moaned.

He followed suit. "I love to hear you moan for me baby." He entered another finger inside of you, hitting you in just the right spot. You rolled your eyes back, being shocked again when you felt his mouth on your clit.

You looked down to see his head buried between your thighs, going to work with intensity. "Jesus, Charles," You threw your head back again. He continued to work your body close while your legs wrapped around his back. You arched your back as you could feel something building inside of you. A moan escaped your lips followed by a few expletives.

His fingers worked inside of you and his tongue lapped around your core. He looked up at you, making eye contact while continuing all of these motions. He might be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in this moment.

He quickly sent you over the edge and you tried to recover before you pulled at him to get on the bed. Again, he resisted. "Baby, I'm in charge tonight." He flipped your body around so you were on your stomach. A sweet stinging sensation was felt on your ass as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up on all fours.

You heard the sound of foil ripping and he was soon inside of you. His pace was hard and rough and he felt so good inside of you.

Your arms felt like they were going to give out, so you leaned your head down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind. A low growl escaped his throat as you felt your head being tugged back up by your hair.

"Shit, you feel so good," he said with one hand gripping your ass and the other holding your hair in a makeshift pony tail.

"Fuck," You moaned, your body rocking back and forth before you began to feel that familiar feeling again. "Charles-" A hard smack on your ass stopped your speech but ultimately sent you over the edge.

He continued to work inside of you before his pace quickened and eventually slowed.

Your body fell onto the bed in exhaustion as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.

-

You woke up the next morning with an arm draped over your side. You turned behind you to see a peaceful Charles still asleep. You didn't want to wake him but your head was spinning. You tried to get out of his grip but he eventually started to stir awake. "Good morning beautiful," he said in a rugged morning voice.

You smiled at him as you pulled the covers up and walked towards the bathroom. You passed the full length mirror, noticing my naked body covered in purple and red marks. Your hair was a mess but somehow your makeup was still intact.  You looked towards Charles on the bed and saw him already staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Look at you," he said.

You shook your head and laughed. "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick."

He promptly jumped out of bed. "I'll join you if it's alright?" He asked.

You nodded to him and started the shower, the bathroom filling with steam. He walked into the bathroom behind you and got a closer look at your body. "I think seeing you marked up by me is getting me hard again."

You turned around and looked at him before dropping to your knees. "Well, why don't we do something about that."

[huntingforsatisfaction]

Pink Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester X younger sibling reader(not in an incest way)

Summary: Dean is there to help his younger sibling after they have a nightmare 

Words: 2211

Warnings: fairly angsty, but still very very fluffy, a detailed nightmare, mentions of John Winchester’s parenting style, bad writing?, like one cuss word, a tiny tiny bit of gore

Note about characters: in the present scenes the reader is 16 and in the flashbacks they’re 6 and the reader and Dean have like a 13/14 year age gap so he’s like 19/20 in the flashbacks, there isn’t any gendered terms for the reader so it’s neutral(unless you count hair being braided as a gendered term, but boys can have braided hair cause gender isn’t real), and finally this takes place in season 5

Dean woke up, not for any purpose, just one of those weird moments where you randomly wake up in the middle of the night. He shook his head and began fluffing his pillow, stopping when he heard soft crying.

“(Y/N)?” He softly called out.

You were laying with your back facing out and your face squished into the musty cushions of the small motel room couch, a failed attempt at muffling your cries.

“Y-Yeah Dean? Something wrong?” You tried to play it off.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing. Were you crying?”

When you guys first got your room Dean cursed the streetlight right outside the window, but now he watched how it illuminated you as you dropped your head down.

“Nightmare?”

You looked up and made eye contact before slowly nodding a yes.

“Think you’re gonna be able to go back to sleep?”

You dropped your gaze again as your face screwed up and you could feel new tears form on your lash line.

“No.” You softly croaked out, barely audible over Sam’s snores.

                                                   ~Flashback~

You couldn’t breathe, too focused on staying quiet to risk opening your mouth. Once the sting in your eyes and the back of your throat calmed down you went back to sleep.

“Sammy?”

You screamed out running through an old grey house.

“No no no please no!” You heard him scream somewhere you couldn’t find.

“Sammy!” You huffed before taking off running down the hall you came from.

As you ran around the house you felt small and helpless, like when you got separated from your brothers in the corn maze at the pumpkin patch in Iowa, the one Dean took you to without your dad knowing.

“Dean?” You desperately called for your brother as your feet pounded against the floor. 

Completely unaware of your surroundings you ran, the only thing on your mind was finding your brother. Not paying attention to your surroundings you tripped, your heart raced knowing how your dad always got on you for that. You got up and looked down to see what sent you flying to the cracked floorboards.

“Dean!” You screamed

You woke up again, heart pounding in your head and toes. You stopped gasping for air when you felt your dad roll over next to you, holding it in again to stay quiet. Collecting your moose and your blanket, the one you got in Oregon when you were 3 and have refused to sleep without ever since, you slipped off of the bed as silently as possible. Your dad and Dean were fumigating a house in a fancy neighborhood so the only hotel available was a little nicer than your usual moldy motels. The vinyl floorboards stayed quiet as you snuck over to the door that joined your brothers’ room to you and your dad’s. You glanced at your brothers sleeping in their beds before moving their jackets off of the chair that sat in the corner. Dropping your blanket on the floor you traded it for the two flannels that were under their jackets and curled up into the chair. Once you were comfortable you finally let the tears flow, crying softly at first and burying your face into Mort the moose as your chest heaved more and more with the weight of your cries. 

 “(Y/N)?” You heard Dean call out in confusion as he shut the drawer of his nightstand. 

 “S-sorry for waking you up.” You tossed off the flannels and picked up your blanket, heading back to your proper room.

 “No, no, hey, hey, come here.” Dean moved over in his bed and opened his arms, lightly flicking his wrist to call you over to him. 

You gingerly padded over to his bed and with a little effort jumped up.

 “I’m gonna guess it wasn’t growing pains that woke you up.” Dean chuckled. 

 “Ok, I’m sorry, bad timing. Now come on peanut, stop giving me that face and come in closer.” He said shifting so he could comfortably open up his arms for you. 

You still continued to pout, but scooted into his embrace until your body felt lighter. 

“Sorry.” You quietly mumbled, it came out kind of funny because of how your cheek was squished against your brother’s chest. 

Dean pulled back and nudged your chin up, signaling you to make eye contact  with him before resting his hand on your shoulder. His comforting softness melted away as he turned dead serious. 

“Listen to me, do not ever and I mean ever apologize to someone because you’re upset. Ok?” He searched your eyes waiting for an answer, which you gave him with a nod. 

“Now tell me why someone broke into my room and stole my favorite flannel.” And just like that Dean pulled you back into him and your softy of a brother was back.

“Dad yells at me when I don’t sleep and when I cry and when I ask him questions, so I came in here to cry” Even your big brother’s arms couldn’t shield you from the sadness that entered your body.

“Well I’m not dad, neither is Mort the moose, and neither is Sammy.” Dean started.

“Sammy snores now, he’s old.” You shot Sam a dirty look even though he was dead asleep.

“Yeah Sammy is old now, he drools too.” Dean joined you in giving his younger brother the stink eye. “Now tell me, what has my peanut so upset?”

“Nightmare.” 

“Nightmare? Do you wanna talk about it?” Dean began playing with your hair as he awaited your response.

Staring up at your older brother’s face you thought about it. 

“No.” You wanted to say what happened, to get it out of your mind, but you didn’t want to tell him about how you saw his still body covered in blood with his stomach in shreds. 

“No? That’s okay.” 

You guys sat quietly listening to the traffic outside and Sam’s snores. After a while Dean assumed you had fallen asleep, but just as he shut his own eyes your little voice stirred him.

“D?”

“Mm, yeah (Y/N)?’

“Are monsters real?”

                                                       ~Present~

Dean watched you hang your head again before scooting to the side and opening up his covers.

“Wanna talk about it kid?”

Even in your sad and scared state a genuine smile broke out across your face, it was small, but still genuine. Without responding to your brother you kicked off the soft blanket that you had fought Sam for and walked over to Dean’s bed. Since motel beds are always oddly tall you had to do a little jump to get onto it, shooting a quick glare at Dean for being clearly amused at your struggle. Tentatively Dean opened up his arms to you and you awkwardly shuffled in until your head hit his shoulder and you instantly melted. The both of you sat there without a word, wondering what the other was thinking, unaware that you were both thinking the same thing. You thought about how long it had been since you two laid like this, both of you becoming aware of how long it had really been since you showed each other affection and comfort, and how after all of these years you two felt so natural. Neither of you took into account how the other’s muscles softened, how the past few years of Azazel, the door to Hell, your dad’s death, Sam’s death, Dean’s death, demons, vampires, and vengeful spirits all released from your guys’ bodies. For the first time in months neither of you cared about Lucifer or Michael or any other dick with wings. 

“Hey Dean.” You finally broke the near silence.

“Yeah?” Your ear being pressed to Dean’s chest made his voice sound deeper and you could feel his jaw move against the top of your head. 

“Do you remember when I was super young and we were staying at that nice hotel in Seattle and I had that really bad nightmare?” You slipped the comforter under your brother’s arm so you could fidget with it.

“Yeah I do actually, but how the hell do you remember it? You were like what, six? So that means it was ten whole years ago.” 

“I don’t think I would remember it if it wasn’t the start of the recurring nightmare I always have.” The first part was a lie. That night had been the first time you ever truly felt like you had a family, the first time you had felt comfort in your life. You could never forget that. 

“Oh.” Dean began to play with your hair, taking three small pieces and trying to see if he could still remember how to braid, something he learned because you hated how John would always cut your hair. 

“This dream,” you started, “it’s bad. It’s always the same house, this weird grey one with cracked floors and for some reason the walls are cement. It’s weird. But in the dream I can never find my way, it’s like a labyrinth and every time I get more and more lost the hallways get darker and darker. It always starts with me screaming for Sammy and he doesn’t respond, but I can hear him. I can hear him.”, Your voice begins to break, “I can hear him screaming no over and over again, like he’s getting attacked and then when I call out for him again he’s silent. So I’ll start running to find him, I guess I’ve always had a hunter's instinct. Then when I’m running around I trip and every time I trip I always get this feeling of fear about dad yelling at me for always being clumsy. But then when I. '' You stop, dropping your head and gaze so far down that all you can see is your own chest. Dean drops the chunk of hair he was twisting in his fingers and looks down at you.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, lightly squeezing your arm to ground you, something he always does when you’re upset. 

His encouragement only made things worse as tears began to fall again. Closing your eyes you take a quick deep breath.

“When I look down to see what I tripped over it’s you. You’re dead. Bloody with your stomach all ripped up, I never see the monster, but it must be something with claws. Then it just ends there. Tonight was kind of different though. Our ages are always different in the dream. Sammy’s voice always sounds like it did when he was 16 so I don’t think he changes, but sometimes I’m a kid and you’re a teenager like when I first had it or we’re both teenagers or we’re the ages we are now or sometimes I’m a kid and you’re an adult. But tonight, tonight I was 16 like I am now and you were a little kid.”

                                                      ~Flashback~

Dean didn’t know what to do, he felt like the deer that stopped in the headlights and actually got hit. He’d been through this before with Sam, but he had been older and wasn’t already upset when they had the conversation. He had felt guilty every time he lied to Sam about monsters and didn’t want to give you that same false hope, but he resented his dad for teaching him about monsters when he was this young. 

“I’m not sure of anything, (Y/N).” It technically wasn’t a lie, while Dean was sure that monsters existed he wasn’t sure of what to tell you.

“Well actually no, I am sure of one thing. Nothing and I mean nothing, no man, no woman, no animal, and sure as hell no monsters will ever hurt you because you are strong and I will kick their butt if they even try.” Dean meant that fully, he’s meant that since the day his dad sat him and Sam down to tell them they have a little sibling.

“Pink promise?” You said looking up at Dean.

“Pink promise?” He pulled back and questioned you.

“A pink promise.” You huffed, freeing your arm out from under Dean’s and extending your pinky finger.

“Oohh, a pinky promise.” Dean held up his arm and extended his own pinky.

“No, it’s pink promise.” You pulled your hand back.

“Ok, I pink promise that nothing will ever hurt you.” And to that you guys joined pinkies.

                                                     ~Present~

You begin to quietly sob into your brother’s chest. Dean put his hand at the nape of your neck and put his cheek on the top of your head and let you cry it out, as you calmed down he pulled back and kissed your forehead.

“Hey look, peanut. Sammy and I are not going anywhere, we will always be with you, ok. A lot is going on right now and it will all be okay, we’ve gotten out of so many situations that we shouldn’t have and this one will be no different. I pink promise.” Dean raised up his arm and extended his pinky.

“Oh fuck off.” You lightly hit his hand. 

Unfazed Dean kept his hand up and smugly smiled down at you. You sigh and extend your own pinky. As your fingers wrapped around each other your annoyed façade broke, your smile was joined by a few tears.

“Pink promise.”

A/N: So hey, your local forest wench here. This is definitely different from other stuff I post. I’ve never written a fanfiction before(so basically sorry if it’s not too good and please be patient with me), but I do read a lot of of it and maladaptive daydream a lot so I always have plenty of ideas. I came up with this idea this morning and really liked it, thought that maybe other people would like it and that it would be kind of greedy to keep it to myself. I’m actually really insanely proud of this ngl. If people like this and I feel comfortable, I might even write some more in the future.

[cuddlesslut]

Part One :Home

Atsumu x Reader(fem)

Summary: Atsumu Miya had always been your home. But what if things changed

Tags: Fluff, Angst, cheating

2k words

Part Two: Silence

Atsumu Miya showed you the most love and care. Being with him felt like you were home. And it’s funny because in the beginning you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the setter.

———

Seeing his hords of fan girls crowding his desk every morning made you want to gag mainly because it interfered with you claiming your own seat. Everyday it was the same when you were in high school. You’d make your way to class only to find you seat inaccessible. After finally being able to shoo away the path to your desk just in time for class to start you’d deal with Atsumu incessant chattering or what he’d refer to as flirting. You honestly didn’t understand how he thought those lame lines would work on anyone. But every class with out fail he’d always have some lame line to spew at you. It made no sense in your eyes why you out of the sea of girls and some boys he could pick from why did he have his sights set on you.

You paid no mind in the beginning rolling you eyes at all his advances. You figured it was just some game to him it’s not like any of what he said genuine at least not to you. Apparently the volleyball player thought these attempts were the most romantic things ever when he finally cornered you after class one.

“ Aye I have been trying my best to get your attention for the last month,” he said as he laid his hand on your desk trapping you in your place, “What’s y’er deal?” You cocked you head to the side in disbelief. Moving his arm to the side you stood straightening you paper to put in you bag. Turning back to face him.

“Miya-San you can’t actually expect me to believe that was your “best effort” in trying to win my affection” you chuckled. Atsumu there with a look of confusion dawning his (what you couldn’t deny) extremely handsome face. Decided to cut your fellow second year some slack you continued. “None of your lines were meaningful, you showed no authentic interest in me,” you gave him a soft smile starting to make your way out of the class room. You stopped at the door turning and presenting him with a wicked smile “ it won’t be that easy, make sure to give it y’er all next.” And with that you we’re gone leaving him in disbelief he’d never been turned down before. He gave a small laugh to no one but himself as he decided in that moment he’d do everything to make you his.

Sure enough he put his all into trying to win your heart. While he wasn’t rude to his fan girls he definitely didn’t indulge them as much which eased your morning commute to your desk. Next were the notes he would leave. The first few were longer and almost made you want to laugh your ass off they were his love letter to you that you could tell he tried to make sound poetic. ( failing epically) but still you send him a small smile and a nod in acceptance. The other were little notes, some stating small facts about what he liked about you or little jokes about the day. Next was the gifts he would leave you. Once it was a small flower, another time a candy bar, most recently a delicious piece of milk bread. All of these little tokens definitely grabbed your heart but the moment you knew you had fallen for him was the day after you came back to school after having a cold. After sitting in your seat next to him you saw him rummage through his bag he turned to you and present you with all the notes he had taken for you through your absence. Seeing this boy who’s mind only ever focus on volleyball and cared little for his own grade do this broke down all your wall. You stared at the notes for a moment before leaning over and place a small kiss to his cheek. A blush crept up both of you faces. And from that moment forward you were his.

———

But that was then. It was now six years later and not only was Atsumu Miya your home he was also your fiancé. You had each been there for each other through everything. You were there through nationals and comforted him through his loss. You were there with him to celebrate every win. He stood by you side as you stared college and you stayed by his side as he joined the professional league. Through the years you had your highs and lows but your love for him never wavered. Not through the distance his job would bring and the scheduling conflict with your schooling and his training. In the end none of that mattered to you because you were his and he was yours. The nights you spent in each other’s arm were the best thing you could have ever wished for.

As of recently though even if he was your home. You were beginning to feel less like his. It started with small things like extra practice which wasn’t anything you werent used to Atsumu had the habit of over working himself. You don’t say anything yet because you knows he gotten better and knows his limits. It progresses to though he’s becoming more distant always heading straight to bed after meals.

“Hey Tsumu wanna watch a movie tonight?” You smile weakly from the couch.

“Not tonight YN I’m really tired,” he reply’s placing a small kiss on your forehead as he head to bed.

It doesn’t stop there although you wish it would. He starts being out later claiming to have extra practice. But you notice the smell of alcohol on his breath when he climbs into bed believing you are asleep. And honestly you wish you would be alseep so maybe some nights you wouldn’t see the signs. The next clue was when he now put a lock on his phone. Something he had never done before. But still you don’t question him. The “late practices” become more frequent and it more often he gone than when he’s around.

Part of you wants to complain to you friends but for one your friends were his friends after spending so long together it’s hard for your lives not to be connected in such ways and two if you do it will make it all to real. You aren’t stupid. You know the truth you know the one reasons you both haven’t been intimate lately is because his body has marks on it from another. You realized that when you had gone into the bathroom real quick while he was showering. It was the tiniest glance but you still saw the scratches on his back that weren’t left by you. Yet you still say nothing and you doubt he realizes you saw them.

You aren’t ready for this to be real. You aren’t ready for your home to be gone. Tomorrow is your birthday and your hoping that this will be it . Tomorrow you will both spend the day together like you used to you’ll laugh and smile everything will be right. Everything will go back to the way it was. Even though deep down you know the truth. And the truth is that you’ve cried yourself to sleep every night the past month wondering where you went wrong. Wondering how you weren’t good enough. Wondering what you should have done to make him stay. But he’s never home to see those tear you cry.

The next morning you wake and go to start some breakfast leaving Atsumu in bed. You wonder when he got home but you know it doesn’t matter. You hear the shower start as you made your coffee. Shortly after the setter appears wearing his training clothes and his duffel bag packed. “ I’m heading to the gym,” he states giving you a quick peck to the temple before heading to the door. Those little kisses always cause your heart to squeeze in hope. He doesn’t wait for a response as he leaves. A sigh leaves you lips as you realize he hadn’t said anything to you about your birthday. You shake your head and fool yourself into thinking he’ll surprise you later.

You continued you day getting little birthday messages from friends and family. Osamu had a box of Onigiri sent to you for lunch with a note saying Happy Birthday. You have a nice call with your best friend Suna and he tells you he’ll come see you soon to celebrate. You were on the phone with Suna longer than you expected seeing the time now said 5:37. After ending the call you see one missed messaged from Tsmu 💕 : practicing late tonight don’t wait up.

You heart stops. He really forgot. You really mean that little that he forgot your birthday. It was the final straw. Although part of your body wanted to break down into sobs you remained calm as though working on auto pilot. Slowly you make your way to your room grabbing your luggage and started packing all of your essentials and anything you couldn't bare to leave behind not knowing if you’d have the courage to return. After finally loading your car it was now 7:20. You knew you shouldn’t that you’d only get hurt more but you pulled out your phone and did something you never could bring yourself to do before. You checked his location. A chuckle leaves your lips as you see he’s at your favorite restaurant. The one you both loved so much and had spent countless anniversaries dinners at. Not thinking you run back into your condo that you shared with the twin. You dug to the back of you closest and quickly change into one of your favorite dresses. Your hair was already nice and you didn’t need much make up so as you finished getting ready you left. Heading straight to the restaurant.

You can’t say for sure what cause you to want to go there. Maybe a small part of yourself needed to see it. But sure enough you can’t mistake that yellow hair sitting toward the back of the restaurant is your fiancé with another woman. His back is to you and her attention is all on him enraptured in whatever garbage he’s spewing. In that moment a calm rage settles over you. You look at the hostess and requested a table a little ways away from them one where your still out of his view. As you sit you place an order for a glass of wine still setting up how you want to approach this. Then an daring thought crosses your mind. You called for your waitress.

“Excuse me but you see that couple over there,” you said motioning towards them. “Yes ma’am” she nods. “Well that’s my best friend over there and I really love to do something nice for them it’s their birthday!” The waitress smiles as you explain your plan. You sit and wait as you sip your wine when finally the waitress walks over to their table.

“Hi” the waitress greets them before setting down the dessert. A look of confusion crosses their faces and you can’t help but grin. Atsumu smiles politely before looking down at the cake. His smile drops immediately as he read the cake “Happy Birthday YN”. You giggle as you see the panic in his eyes. “I’m sorry we didn’t order this,” the unknown woman states to the waitress. You can see the waitress smile as she points to your table an explains your friend ordered it for you. You not quite sure how to explain the emotions written on Atsumu’s face as he watches you walk up the table.

“Y-YN,” he stutters. You can see the look of confusion on the girls face and for moment you feel sorry for her maybe she was just as clueless as you. “Hi Tsmu,” you smile leaning over to take a bite of your birthday cake. “Mmm Chocolate, delicious,” you smiled before looking him dead in the eyes as you removed your engagement ring and dropped it in his glass of champagne. “You can have this back,” you state bitterly before turning around and handing your waitress a big bill to cover your drink the cake and a nice tip. You start to walk of as you hear him call for you. But you refuse to turn back. You know your moment of strength is fading and you won’t let him see you tears. So you keep walking straight to you car and drive away. Not sure where to go. You just left your home.

This my first time writing angst and also my fist time writing in a while.

Also unedited

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