#it's really nice of you to offer your brother's advice i really really appreciate it !!!

[cat-madhouse]

sunny gamer moment!! i actually haven’t played much of minecraft but i could always ask my brother for advice if you want ^^ also visual novels are nice since they’re a lot less complicated! i actually started watching a let’s play of higurashi recently btw ^^

OH REALLY?? PLEASE tell me about your theories/thoughts about the game if/when you're done with chap1 (if you do it in the game channel in the server someone will be Very Happy About It). I'm playing chap 5 right now, I think I'm almost done with it? Starting with chap 5 the chapters get much longer... Also whose let's play are you watching? Someone in the server participated in a podcast from a streamer/youtuber who played it recently and did little. recap streams(?) to discuss theories and such... It's really fun, I've been listening to all of those after finishing the corresponding chapters (although they're like, three hours long on average so far sldhskhs)

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Liar, Liar

Summary: When the reader catches Dean in a big lie, she questions what the hell is going with her husband...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, lying/angst, eventual fluff

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Sweetheart,” said Dean, standing over a frying pan, not glancing up when you wandered into the kitchen. “Dinner’s not ready yet.”

“I have writer’s block again,” you said, slumping into one of the barstools, resting your head on your arms.

“Quit for the day. You’re past working time anyways,” he said, holding up a spice shaker and sprinkling some in the pan.

“I wrote like half a page all day and it’s crap,” you said. “I think I’m all out of good ideas.”

“You better not be. I like being a trophy husband,” he teased.

“You are far from a trophy husband,” you said, lifting your head up, resting it in the palm of your hand. “You’re too smart for that.”

“Oh, I know it,” he said with a smirk. “I’m a genius, aren’t I?”

“Don’t push it, Einstein,” you said, Dean chuckling as he stirred the meat around. “Maybe I should quit and go back to an office job?”

“No way,” said Dean. “You were miserable.” 

“I’m miserable now,” you said, Dean chuckling again.

“You’re in a rough patch,” said Dean. “Plus now, you get to wear sweatpants all the time.”

“Sweatpants are pretty great,” you said, Dean humming in agreement. “But I think I really might be out of ideas Dean.”

“You need a vacation,” he said. “Recharge yourself.”

“But you have work this week,” you said, Dean shrugging. “I don’t deserve a vacation.”

“Have a Staycation then. Just don’t go in your office. It’s not like you need to request time off from the boss,” he said, carrying the pan over to a few plates. “Take a week off. I’m sure the ideas will come back.”

“Can I go to work with you?” you asked.

“With me? Why?” he asked, dishing up the food, letting it cool off to the side.

“Your job is interesting,” you said.

“I’m a tax lawyer. Yes, my life is just riveting,” he said.

“Maybe I need to write a story about a tax lawyer. Maybe a thriller or a murder,” you said.

“No,” he said, pushing a plate in front of you.

“Please? Like one hour on your lunch break?” You asked, Dean’s face scrunching up.

“I said no,” he said, grumpily taking a seat beside you, stabbing into his dinner.

“Alright. Sorry I asked.”

You waved Dean goodbye the next morning, watching him pull out of the driveway and down the street. You tried to take his advice and ignore your office, settling for watching TV instead but by eleven you were already antsy.

You decided to surprise him at work, bring him in a nice lunch with his favorite sandwich. You’d driven by the building his office was in before but the place was huge and you were more than a little lost when you got to the reception area.

“Hi, is Golden and Bash law firm on this side of the building or the other?” you asked, the receptionist pointing you down a hall and through a pair of double doors.

The lobby was quite grand and you had to hide your laugh that your Dean worked in a place like this.

“Can I help you?” asked the woman behind the desk.

“Yeah, I’m here to see my husband. I brought him lunch,” you said, the woman offering a smile.

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate that. What’s his name? I can call him up to the desk,” she said.

“Winchester,” you said.

“I didn’t know little Sam was married,” she said, standing up with a wave. “He’s right-“

“Sorry, I meant Dean Winchester,” you said with a wince. “Sam’s my brother in law.”

“Miss we only have one Winchester in employment here. Sam Winchester. He started on Monday,” she said.

“That’s some kind of mistake,” you said, the receptionist looking back at her computer.

“No, it’s not,” she said, your head shaking. 

“Can you take me to Sam? I need to speak to him. Now,” you said. She didn’t say another word as you followed her back to a small office, boxes all around.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” asked Sam. “Is something wrong?”

“Dean said he worked here,” you said quietly.

“What? No way. I just got this job and he definitely isn’t here,” said Sam. “He’s at Greenwich, isn’t he?”

“No. He said he got a new one here a month ago,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“He definitely doesn’t work here, Y/N,” said Sam.

“Then where has my husband been going all day, Sam? I know he gets a paycheck, insurance...what the hell is going on?” 

“I don’t know,” said Sam. “I have to finish up a couple things here but I’ll be over the house in an hour.”

“Thanks,” you said, tossing the sandwich in the trash. By the time you got home, the Impala was in the driveway, Dean wearing a big smile in the kitchen.

“Hey! I decided to come home for lunch,” said Dean, holding up a pair of wraps he must have picked up along the way.

“Really,” you said, Dean nodding his head.

“Super busy morning down there. Had to get out of there and see a friendly face,” he said.

“Busy at the firm?” You forced a fake smile, your blood boiling as he hummed.

“Oh yeah. You know how busy tax time of year is. Everyone freaking out,” said Dean.

“That’s interesting,” you said.

“What is?” asked Dean.

“Your super busy morning at the law firm...considering you don’t work at the law firm,” you growled. You saw Dean about to shake it off but he took one look at your face and knew he was screwed. 

“How long have you known?” he asked quietly.

“Oh I have plenty of questions and I think-“

“How long?” asked Dean, your eyebrows raising.

“About twenty minutes. Now how about-“

“Does anyone else know?” he asked. 

“Sam. Now-“

“I’m not a tax lawyer,” he said with a sigh, setting his wrap down on the plate. You scoffed, crossing your arms.

“No shit,” you said.

“I can’t tell you what I am,” said Dean. You cocked your head, Dean’s jaw clenching.

“Why the hell not?” 

“It’ll…scare you.”

“Try me,” you said, getting in his face, Dean taking a deep breath.

“I’m a professor,” he said. You shook your head, holding up your hands.

“Okay? Why is that such a big secret?” you asked. Dean looked away, grimacing.

“At a…private school,” he said.

“Still not understanding the secret part,” you said.

“It’s a unique school,” said Dean.

“Is it fucking Hogwarts?” You scoffed. “Tell me the truth.”

“It’s called Hunters,” said Dean. You grit your teeth. 

“You are this close to me walking out-“

“You want a divorce? Fine. Divorce me,” he said. You grabbed his shoulders, Dean’s gaze turning harsh.

“Dean, talk to me,” you said. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve said all I can,” he said.

“You being a teacher doesn’t scare me so what exactly is it you do at this school,” you said.

“You will never ask me about it again,” he said. 

“Tell me the truth!” 

“Hey,” said Sam, walking in through the front door, both your heads turning towards him. “I took care of the secretary.”

“Good,” said Dean, Sam barely looking at you.

“You killed-“

“No, he didn’t kill her,” said Dean with a sigh. “Just made her forget. Just like how you’re going to forget real soon.”

“Dean,” said Sam. “We can’t keep doing this every time you slip up.”

“I’m not telling her,” said Dean, grabbing your arm, pulling you over to the couch. “Just help me with this.”

“Dean, I don’t really think we’re solving the problem here,” said Sam, Dean forcing you to sit down.

“Thirty minutes of her life gone, she’ll think she took a nap,” said Dean, swallowing hard when you stared up at him. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Do I even know you at all?” you asked, Sam crossing his arms off to the side. “Who are you?”

“Dean, just tell her,” said Sam. “I’m tired of hiding this.”

“I am not telling her all that crap,” said Dean. “I’m not gonna lose her over this.”

“You’re losing me already,” you said, Dean rubbing the back of his neck. “Tell me the truth.”

“I can’t!” said Dean, stepping away. “I have to protect you.”

“Tell me,” you growled.

“Sam, give it to me,” said Dean, holding out a hand.

“I didn’t bring it,” said Sam.

“You what?” asked Dean, eyes blinking rapidly.

“Didn’t bring it. I’m tired of making her forget. She’s your wife. Stop lying to her,” said Sam.

“Sammy, considering I’m the one that volunteered for this, you don’t get a say,” said Dean.

“I didn’t ask you to do that!” said Sam.

“I know. But I have to live with it so I get to choose how,” said Dean.

“What about Y/N’s choice? Does she not get one of those?” asked Sam.

“Apparently not,” you said, Dean running his hands over his face. “You know what. Forget it. If you don’t trust me enough to tell me whatever this is, fine. Don’t expect me to be here when you get home from your fake job.”

“Y/N,” said Dean, catching your arm when you stood up. “I trust you. I need you to trust me right now. I am not doing this to hurt you. The exact opposite really.”

“Then trust me that I can handle whatever this is,” you said.

“I can’t take it back after this. You’ll know and if you leave, I won’t make you forget again. I can’t if I know that’s how you really feel,” he said.

“Dean, trust me,” you said. He closed his eyes.

“I teach at a special school...our grandparents taught there and people before them. Someone from the family line always has to teach there after a certain age...once they have experience,” said Dean.

“Experience in what,” you said, Dean barely meeting your eye.

“Hunting…monsters,” mumbled Dean.

“You hunt monsters,” you said.

“Hunted. I haven’t been in five years. Not since I started teaching,” said Dean. “That’s right around when I met you.”

“Is that why you keep a shotgun full of salt under the bed?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. 

“And the symbols on the subfloor when we put in the new hardwoods you said were just scratches,” you said, Dean nodding his head. “And the matching tattoo of yours you convinced me to get on my hip?”

“It means a demon can’t possess you,” said Dean. “I know, I’m nuts.”

“I think you were a dumbass for being scared to tell me but not nuts,” you said, Dean’s head snapping up. “You read my first book. The horror one that sold like two copies? Yeah, that might have happened to my dad for reals. At first I thought it was a scary story but he told me to be careful out in the world. So vampires are real, huh?”

“Yeah. A whole bunch of other stuff too,” said Dean quietly.

“Told you so,” said Sam, Dean ripping a pillow off the couch and chucking it at him. “If you’re not going to kill each other, I have to get back to work.”

“Are you really a lawyer?” you asked.

“Yeah. Dean kept me out of the family business so I wouldn’t have to deal with that stuff,” said Sam. “I’ll catch up with guys later.”

“So…” said Dean when it was just the two of you. “Are you still going to divorce me?”

“How many times did you make me forget?” you asked.

“Twice. I never gave you a chance to talk really before, just sort of did it as soon as you knew I lied,” he said. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “You’re going to leave, aren’t you.”

“I would not advise lying to me again,” you said. “Or making me forget. Understand?”

“Yes,” he said. “You hate me though. For lying.”

“If I didn’t know you so well, I might. But I also know your head is twisted up with stuff I never pushed but hoped you knew you could come to me with. You beat yourself up enough. I don’t hate you. Be honest with me is all I ask,” you said.

“Okay,” said Dean, pausing a beat. “What do you want to know?”

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[russellsppttemplates]

How oblivious, Charles! (George Russell)

Usually, people think being a twin means having to share everything is a con, but really, it's having another you to help in everything

Note: english is not my first language. Here's some Leclerc!reader for you, it was quite fun!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: reader and George are in a secret relationship, mentions alcohol consumption

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Is that a guys' wallet in the story you uploaded today? Who did you go and have lunch with today, Y/N?", Lorenzo asked, sitting next to you on the living room's sofa, exaggerating his fall and purposefully partially body blocking you.

"Why do you care so much?", you asked, hearing Charles' footsteps on the stairs, surely hearing the topic his older brother was on about and wanting to know more.

Because we are your older brothers and have a right to know if and who our little sister is dating!", Charles said, sitting next to you more gently than Lorenzo, expectant of your answer.

"I was with Arthur, if you must know", you said, looking at your younger (even if it was by only a few minutes) brother as he walked inside from the balcony, "me and Arthur had lunch today", you signalled with his eyes, hoping he would get the message.

While most people thought being a twin was a bad thing because you had to share everything since the womb, you would have to disagree. Having a twin brother had not only made your childhood incredible because you had a sibling always ready to play with you when your older brothers couldn't but also because you had someone to cover up any mishap the other did.

Your dating life wasn't a mishap, per se, but you and George had been careful. You knew how the media would react at the fact that the only Leclerc girl was dating a Formula One driver, and quite frankly, how your brothers would react. In reality, any person wanting to date you would have big trouble as it was, but being someone they knew so well?

Surprisingly, Arthur had been calm when he found out. He was quick to join the pieces when he went looking for you in the Mercedes hospitality, someone mindlessly pointing him there as it had been the last place they had seen you walk in. When he asked you about it, you couldn't lie to him. He understood your worries, and like so, he vowed to not tell anyone until you allowed him to. Unlike the odds of Charles making the same promise to you, Arthur been careful and, so far, there had been no issues.

"Yes, we went for lunch by the bay", Arthur replied shortly, "are you jealous?", he teased them. The ongoing joke that, one day, you two would join forces would take on the world was recurrent and hardly harmful, but it didn't mean you didn't love teasing them about it.

"Why don't you join forces and take on Ferrari's strategy delegation? Might as well start small before taking on the world", Lorenzo tapped Charles' back, making all of you laugh at the situation.

"That's where you think we would start small? At this point, taking over Monaco sounds easier", you offered.

.

"Did I just hear my mother talk about how 'lovely George must be' because you gave my brother advice on his love life and how it is to have a sister who's probably dating? Did I hear that correctly, George William Russell?", you said as you walked inside your boyfriend's apartment as soon as the door opened.

"Did your mother talk nicely about me? I think you should be thrilled about it", he said, puckering his lips so you could kiss them, melting when he finally had you close to him.

"I hate you, did you know that?", you slapped George's chest, kissing the spot straight away as you chuckled.

"It was funny, you have to admit it! Charles was genuinely listening to my advice and telling me all his worries about you, I think it's cute and caring, actually", George brought you to his kitchen, seeing you take a peek at want he was cooking, humming in delight as the scent stroked your nostrils, "my mother sure is delighted. Pascale Leclerc is a woman who takes a lot of convincing and persuasion, and she kept singing your praises!", you yelped when George's hand touched your tummy under your shirt, "I know how to make the Leclerc women fall in love with me, don't I?", he said cockily.

"You wouldn't prefer to be in a restaurant instead of having to eat in?", you asked as George as you helped him carry the food to the table, "I don't mind it, and this way we can have more privacy", he smiled.

"When do you want to tell them about us?", you continued, serving yourself and then your boyfriend, "whenever you want to, darling", George replied honestly, taking the cork off of the bottle and pouring the wine.

"Besides, I like this game where people try to figure out who you are and who I am", your boyfriend chuckled, kissing your forehead as you shook your head, watching him sit down in front of you, "Charles, especially, he's so easy to wind up about you. The other day, and I have to admit it I actually nearly gave it all away, it was me, Charles and some Ferrari guys, Pierre and Francisca, and she was commenting on how pretty you looked in your dress, and I made an humming sound in agreement as one of the crew members agreed and he shot daggers through his eyes directed at him", he explained.

"I think he genuinely doesn't know about it. Arthur knows about it, he's one of the reasons we've been able to do this for this long. Lorenzo knows that I'm seeing someone, and he's pretty much certain he is someone from the paddock, I think. Why he is keeping it quiet and never bringing it up, that I don't know. But I think he knows more than he says he does", you took a sip of wine.

.

Celebrations after the race were mandatory today. Both Charles and Arthur had been in the podium for each of their races, and since the whole family had travelled for the race, your family and some of the other drivers had agreed to have dinner together and celebrate at a club later.

"Behave, all of you", your mother threatened lightly, "I don't you doing anything that is dangerous, non consensual or illegal, okay?", she said as you and your brothers kissed her cheek good night before she went back to the hotel.

When arriving to the club, you were shown the area you'd be spending the night in, Lando and Carlos taking all of the orders from the rest of the group as your twin brother approached you, "is tonight the night?", he wondered.

You raised your eyebrows, not getting what he meant, "you're drinking, I've seen you look at George with eyes that could only mean you're undressing him your mind, so is tonight the night you slip and show everyone?", he smirked as you widened your eyes, "not if I can help it! Why are you conspiring against us?", you belted out.

"I'm only joking, if you need cover up, let me know okay? Besides, I think he's the one we will have to look out for tonight", Arthur chuckled, kissing the top of your head and looking at Carlos and Charles doing shots by the bar.

The music was nice and you had been dancing with Francisca and Lily until the Portuguese girl excused herself. Not long after, Alex walked up to his girlfriend, "Y/N Leclerc, just the one I was looking for", he smiled cheekily at you.

"Why do I sense this is going to be bad for me?", you squeezed your eyes nearly shut as the Williams driver pulled George with him, "if I have to dance with Lily, and I have to because this is the song we always dance together to, you can't be alone! George is a fine dancer, I'd say, so, lead the way, Russell!", he said as he made your boyfriend approach you.

Chuckling, you allowed George to hold your hand, "does he know?", you asked your boyfriend, "no, I didn't tell anyone, but he was just telling me that we'd be a good fit for eachother, and that if I could 'tame the army of brothers' you have, it would be smooth sailing", he offered, twirling you as the song became louder.

"Wonder where he got the idea, hm?", you smiled, George's arm and hand helping you twirl and spin, "Do you think they'll notice if I sneak a kiss?", George whispered.

Classic George, he was wearing a shirt, the top two buttons undone and his hair was wavy just how you liked it. Having started the race from the bottom places, the post race glow after he reached P4 was noticeable and it made him ever more charming and handsome as you pulled his neck down slightly, stealing a kiss when no one was looking.

.

"Arthur! Why do I have hair gel on my floor? Last time I checked, this wasn't a cleaning hack", you asked your brorher over the phone as he laughed histerically, "it's not funny Arthur! Me and George were wearing socks and it's all gooey now!".

"You can't deal with your boyfriend's feet, Y/N?", Arthur teased you, seeing your disgusted expression.

The prank was simple. Hair gel in your bedroom floor on the day everyone was our of the house and Arthur had assured you you'd have the place to yourself for the day.

"The minute you offered help, I should've- thank you, amour- I should've suspected!", you snapped, "my boyfriend has pretty feet, they're not like your nasty ones!", you said, chuckling as George wiped the floor with a wet cloth he carefully got from the kitchen after he cleaned his feet.

"Is this you having a go at my feet or at my hair?", George asked Arthur, smiling at his prank, "you looked like you needed help!", your brother offered his input.

"I love his fluffy hair, so I suggest you stay out of it before I go to your room and clean these wet cloths on your bed", you foreshadowed, you're lucky you're helping me have my boyfriend all to myself today, Arthur, or this could've ended differently".

.

"Why is George here?", Charles asked, noticing his friend walking to his mother's house garden with you by his side.

"Y/N didn't tell you he was joining us for lunch?", Pascale said simply, smirking at her son's obliviousness.

Your mother, as it turns out, had known all along not only that you were in a romantic relationship, but a romantic relationship wirh George Russell. Her unfazed expression when you announced to her you'd be bringing him to your family lunch told you that much, "Chérie, you have that look in your eye your father had for me when we met. It's kind, and a little scared, too, but it's full of passion, too. I noticed the moment you came home from Silverstone", she smiled, hugging you and kissing your forehead.

"Have you seriously not caught on, brother?", Lorenzo laughed at Charles' unawareness as Arthur watched his jaw drop when the Scuderia Ferrari driver noticed George was holding his sister's hand, "no way!", he yelled.

"Charles, this is my boyfriend, George. We've been dating for a few months now", you introduced them like they didn't race eachother twenty four weekends out do the year.

"How did I not know you were daring my sister?", Charles asked George, and maybe a little to himself too, "I spend a third of the year near you, and you live here on Monaco, where you've been seeing my little sister? How did I miss this?".

Chuckling at him, you walked up to Charles, letting go of George's hand and hugging your brother, "to be fair, Arthur covered for me a lot", you explained.

"But mama and Arthur knew, then?", he wondered, looking at the rest of the family.

"I thought only Arthur knew, but mama has known from the start, it seems. I only told Arthur", you clarified.

"I got suspicious when the race was here, you kept 'accidentally' going to the Mercedes hospitality, right Y/N? Didn't say anything as j figured it wasn't my place", Lorenzo excused himself.

"You knew and you didn't tell me? I asked you so many time if you knew if she was dating!", Charles pointed his finger at Arthur.

"We're twins, Charles, I wouldn't do her that dirty", Arthur added, "you certainly didn't have any issues when we swapped her shampoo when we were younger", he called, "That's different, messing with that is okay. With her feelings, it isn't", Arthur smiled.

"I hope you're also an apologist of not playing or messing with her feelings, George", Charles threatened lightly.

"The most. No messing with her feelings ever, even if she had messed my heart quite a bit until she finally let me win her over", George said as you approached him, hugging your waist ad kissing the side of your head.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Domestic Dream part 2: Family Bonds

Bayverse!Raphael x reader

Part 1

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Y'all really liked my Domestic Dream with Raphael, so I’ve decided to give you more of him with your family.

Warnings: None, other than sweet Raph and maybe some spelling❤️

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As the months rolled on, Raphael found himself becoming an integral part of your family. He trained with your little brother in makeshift ninja lessons, endured your mother's attempts at cooking (some successful, some not so much), and even engaged in friendly banter with your father over the latest action movies, or whatever game they had decided to watch.

One Saturday morning, as sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the living room in a warm glow, you and Raphael found yourselves surrounded by board games and the smell of breakfast. It was a rare moment of tranquility in the busy lives you all led.

You had invited both of your parents and brother over for a family day filled with board games and movies. Though your parents weren’t together, it didn’t stop them from spending time with you and your little brother, nor did it keep them from spending time with your mutant ninja turtle boyfriend.

You found it amazing, that the one thing that had shocked your parents the most about your boyfriend, was just a minor footnote now. Raphael, a massive muscular green mutant turtle, with superhuman strength, who had studied the art ninja since he was a child? According to your parents, he was proving to become the best son in law they could dream of.

As your little brother excitedly set up a game of Monopoly, Raphael surveyed the scene with a contented smile. You were in the kitchen, cleaning the last few things from the dinner. Raphael had offered to help you, but you had given him a kiss, and told him not to worry about it.

Your mother, sipping on a cup of coffee, caught his eye and motioned for him to join her on the couch.

"You know", she began. "I never thought I'd be sharing my Saturday mornings with a mutant turtle, but I do quite enjoy it".

Raphael chuckled, "Yeah, well, life's full of surprises".

"I have to admit, though", she continued. "You bring a different energy to this place. It's not what I expected, but it's... nice."

Raphael nodded appreciatively. "Thanks. I never thought I'd find myself in a place like this. It's different, but I like it."

Just then, your father approached, a mischievous glint in his eye. He tapped Raphael on the shoulder, drawing attention to the open Carlsberg beer he held out for him. Raphael accepted it with a smile.

"So, Raphael”, your father said, taking a seat in your armchair. “Got any special plans for our daughter?"

Raphael raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Your father grinned. "Well, you know, you seem like the type who could pull off a surprise. Any grand gestures in the works?"

Raphael scratched the back of his head, a hint of a blush visible under his tough exterior when he realized what your father was talking about. "Uh, well, I'm still figuring that out".

“Well… uhm… I’ve… uh”.

Your mother nudged Raphael playfully. "Don't worry, we won't judge. It’s okay if you haven’t thought about it. But if you need advice, feel free to ask".

“Don’t worry about her”, your father laughed. “She is just impatient and wants grandchildren”.

Raphael’s face got hot. He had not thought so far, at all. Sure, he had the occasional thought of growing old with you, but he had never let his thoughts wonder that far. But then a realization fell upon Raphael. They must have talked about you and Raph, and they must have agreed. They wanted you to marry Raph and they wanted the two of you to give them grandchildren. They really trusted him with you. That touched something inside of Raph. Raphael could feel his insides warm at this thought. But he was also in slight shock. He had never thought that he could ever do that. He had never thought of having, because his nature would simply make it impossible. Nobody would want children with him… But just a few months ago he had never thought your family would like him, and see him now. Your parents were literally asking when he was going to propose to you.

As the banter continued between your parents and Raphael, your little brother announced that the Monopoly board was ready for action, just as you finished cleaning the kitchen. The game commenced, filled with laughter, friendly competition, and the occasional intervention of a stealthy ninja move from Raphael that left everyone in stitches.

As the day unfolded, it became clear that Raphael had not only won over your heart but had also forged genuine connections with each member of your family. The initial reservations had transformed into a shared understanding that family came in all shapes and sizes.

Later that evening, as you all gathered for a movie night, Raphael found himself enveloped in the warmth of your family. Snacks were passed around, ready to be eaten to the movie you were about to watch. Jokes were shared, and as it so often happened when Raphael was around your family, he felt a sense of belonging that extended beyond the sewers and the rooftops of New York. He was placed in the middle of your couch, with you to his left and your brother on his right, while your parents each had found their own arm chair.

Your little brother, exhausted from the day's adventures, leaned against Raphael on the couch, who instinctively put an arm around him. "You know, Raph," he mumbled sleepily, without moving his eyes from the television. "You're like the big brother I never knew I wanted".

Raphael, touched by the sentiment, ruffled his hair. "Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself, squirt."

As the credits rolled on the movie, your little brother, nestled comfortably against Raphael, looked up and said, "I'm glad you're part of our family, Raph."

Raphael smiled, a rare genuine smile that reflected the depth of the bonds formed. "Yeah, kid, me too."

Your mother, watching the interaction, couldn't help but smile. She caught your eye and gave you a knowing look. You, who hadn’t heard the conversation Raph had had with your parents, looked at your boyfriend in slight confusion. But Raphael on the other hand knew exactly what your mother was smiling for.

And in that moment, as the stars emerged in the night sky outside of your apartment, it was clear that Raphael had not only found acceptance but had become an essential part of a family that, against all odds, had embraced him with open hearts.

And in that moment, surrounded by the people who had once been strangers but were now family, Raphael realized that love and acceptance could be found in the most unexpected places. And maybe he should allow himself to dream of a normal life with you.

[novellafaire]

TWST BOYS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

Just some headcanons on what I think they would be like as boyfriends ♡

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw (here!) - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomefiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

• you’re basically the only person he’s willing to put effort in for

• if he decides to date you, that means he’s fully committed

•he’s not gonna waste any effort if you didn’t mean so much to him

• he will tease you often, but that’s just who he is

• he’s super rich and not afraid to spoil you

• most of your dates include napping and cuddling with each other, but he makes sure to include proper dates as well

• people will often send you to wake him up and bring him to class because they think you’ll have the best chance at succeeding, and sometimes you do, but sometimes he’ll just pull you down to skip class with him

• just because his eyes are closed and it looks like he’s asleep, he’s not — he will listen to anything you have to say and remember it all, even if it’s just random rambles

• thrives off of praise; fuel his ego even more, especially if you’re telling him he’s better than his brother or Malleus

• he may seem aloof or that he doesn’t care, but he does, a lot

• if he sees someone messing with you, he’s gonna put a stop to it immediately, and will resort to underhanded methods if he needs to

• will make sure Ruggie tracks whoever it was down

• arguments usually arise because of how he acts, and he’ll be stubborn and refuse to apologize, but not long after he’ll make sure to do something that proves that he cares for you a lot

• also, it’s not that he’s opposed to PDA — he could care less about what others think — he’s just too lazy most of the time to engage in it

•whenever you’re by each other though, his tail is almost always wrapped around you somehow

• will allow you to pet his ears

• he’s confident, so he doesn’t get jealous often, but that doesn’t mean he likes people flirting with you or getting to close to you

• when this happens he’ll saunter up to you, and normally his presence is enough to get the person to back off

• if it’s not tho, he’ll glare and smirk at them, all while criticizing them

• whenever Cheka stops by, Leona will drop him on you to babysit

• Cheka loves you, and always asks if Leona is gonna marry you

• Leona’s brother, Falena, is just happy that his younger brother found someone to make him happy

• Ruggie appreciates your presence because it makes Leona more agreeable

• Jack is amazed that someone could actually deal with his dorm leader’s attitude

• he isn’t the best at comfort, but he’ll listen to you and offer advice whenever you want it

• him teaching you how to play chess, if you don’t already know it!

• won’t let you win tho—

• overall, this Prince would be sometimes annoying to deal with (namely his laziness and pride) but he would treat you like royalty ♡

• Ruggie is often busy running errands, but he’ll do his best to always make sure he has time for you

• dates with him won’t be super elaborate, simply cause he can’t afford it, but he’ll make sure you’ll still be really happy

• so usually dates include just hanging out, or working with him

• he works really hard though because he does want to plan better, well-developed dates and give you nicer gifts

• he just wants to provide you with a nice life

• if you make him food, especially donuts, he might just decide to marry you right then and there

• he also loves it if you’d praise him and appreciate the effort he puts in, because he doesn’t get that enough

• if someone messes with you, he’ll be scheming against them, and may even get Leona involved if it’s that serious

• if you’re ever upset, he’s actually great at comforting people because he grew up taking care of the neighborhood kids

• he’ll be able to make you laugh and let you vent your emotions

• let’s you play with his ears

• definitely has a photo of you guys in his wallet, especially because he carries it everywhere with him

• will help you if you need, but jokes about you being indebted to him

• he doesn’t actually mean that though, he would do anything for you without hesitation, even if there was no reward

• not a very jealous person by nature, in fact, chances are he would find the situation funnier than anything else

• except if you were uncomfortable, then he would quickly intervene

• doesn’t think much about PDA, if it happens, it happens — he plans ahead but he also lives in the moment

• it’s not common though, mainly cause he’s busy so most of the time you hang out in private anyways

• would love it if you came to his spelldrive practices

• Leona could care less about your guys’ relationship tbh

• Jack doesn’t have much of an opinion either, but is happy to see his upperclassmen in such a good mood

• lightly teases you

• pinches your cheeks

• will immediately take care of you if you’re injured or sick

• would love for you to meet his grandma and the neighborhood kids

• is a bit insecure about his upbringing and financial lacking ):

• arguments don’t happen often because he’s good about avoiding such crises

• over all, a very hardworking and helpful boyfriend who just wants to provide a good life for you ♡

• best boy who makes an even greater boyfriend

• this man is so loyal and committed to you, there’s no question

• will treat you with the upmost respect

• not only do his morals dictate this, but he also just thinks you deserve the best

• dates with him may seem very typical, but they’re still incredibly enjoyable

• allows you to play with his ears and tail, but will get embarrassed

• if you beg hard enough he’ll let you cuddle him in his wolf form

• his tail wagging will always gives away how happy you make him

• however if you get in trouble or something, he won’t bail you out; you’ll have to face the consequences of your actions

• will try to convince you to work out with him, but understands if it’s not your thing — he just wants you to be healthy as well as happy

• will protect you if you ever need it, and usually he doesn’t have to resort to violence because the perpetrator will back down after seeing Jack’s incredible physique

• because of his stature and strong arms, he gives the best hugs

• is decent at comforting physically, but not as much with words, given his more quiet nature

• will let you know he can see and appreciate your hard work, even if he doesn’t give many straightforward compliments

• arguments are rare between you guys because he’s brutally honest and makes an effort to communicate

• always has a soft smile when you’re around

• not very jealous because he trusts you a lot and he, himself, is a very loyal person

• if you’re ever uncomfortable though, he’ll immediately help you out of the situation

• not huge on PDA because he’s a more private person

• Ruggie and Leona don’t mind your guys’ relationship, as long as it doesn’t bother them

• Jack would love for you to meet his family since he’s naturally a family oriented person

• he will always be a gentleman to you and expects everyone else to be as well

• can get easily flustered if you catch him off guard

• especially if you compliment his body or muscles

• plant parents!!! would love to take care of plants, especially cacti, with you

• makes sure you’re taking care of yourself

• over all, Jack is a sweetheart who would value you and respect you until his dying days ♡

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER THREE | RECKLESS

Tara Carpenter x G!P Reader x Female OC

Warnings: kissing, fluff, short chapter because i want u guys to be happy one last time

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SEVEN MONTHS LATER

It's been seven months since Tara and Sam brought you back to their community. You've settled into a routine and formed close bonds with the people there. Life has become more stable, and you feel a sense of belonging that you haven't felt in a long time. The community has become your new family, and you couldn't be more grateful for Tara and Sam.

Sometimes you'd go on supply runs; other times you'd take out groups of walkers, clearing the area around the community to ensure everyone's safety. The once terrifying world has become a place where you can make a difference, and you're determined to protect your new family at all costs.

You've grown close to Sidney, Tara, and Ethan the most. Sidney has become the aunt you've never had, always offering wise advice and comforting you during tough times. Ethan has become like a brother to you, always looking out for your well-being and making sure you never feel alone.

While Tara...she's... you don't even know how to explain it. She's a close friend, but at times it feels like there's something more to that, a deeper connection that you can't quite put into words. There's a magnetic pull between the two of you, an unspoken understanding that transcends friendship. It's both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving you questioning the boundaries of your relationship and what it could potentially become.

But, you don't want to risk anything. Especially since Iris is here. It feels weird to move on from her because, since the start of this apocalypse, the only thing you could think of was Iris and how much you missed your girlfriend. But, it doesn't seem like she feels the same way. You'd catch her and Chad being intimate and affectionate, making it clear that she has moved on.

Heather told you that Chad and Iris have been a complicated couple since they met at the community. Iris was stuck on you while Chad was pursuing her relentlessly. He even saved her life one day on a dangerous mission, which made her start to develop feelings for him. It's painful to accept, but it seems like Iris has found happiness with Chad, and it's time for you to do the same.

It's hard to accept that Iris has chosen someone else, but you know deep down that you can't force someone to feel a certain way. You deserve someone who loves you wholeheartedly and reciprocates your feelings. It may be difficult now, but with time, you will find someone who appreciates and cherishes you just as much as you do them.

"Ouch!" You grunt out, landing on your back. Ethan smiles at you, panting as he holds out a hand to help you up. You send him a playful glare before taking his hand and allowing him to pull you up. "How are you so good at close-range combat?"

You ask, still catching your breath. Ethan chuckles and says, "Cop dad. He taught me a few moves growing up," he explains, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "But ever since, you know, the dead and stuff, he's been on my ass about it."

You hum in response, "That's nice. Officer Bailey seems like a nice guy...when he's not sulking around the place." Ethan nods in agreement, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, he's been through a lot. Losing Mom really hit him hard. But he's trying his best to keep us safe and sane in this messed up world."

You give him a sympathetic smile, understanding the weight Officer Bailey carries on his shoulders. Despite the tough exterior, you can see the love and dedication he has for his family.

"C'mon! Chop, chop." Dewey says, interrupting your conversation and urging you two to spar more. You and Ethan exchange a knowing glance before playfully rolling your eyes at Dewey's impatience. You hold up your fists again, ready to continue the sparring session.

After about twenty more minutes of sparring, the session is finally over, and you're sitting cross-legged on the grass, catching your breath. Dewey walks over, a satisfied grin on his face, and pats both you and Ethan on the back. "Great job, guys," he says. "You're really improving." You exchange a proud smile with Ethan as Dewey walks away.

"I have a very serious question." You look at Ethan, curious about what he's going to ask. "What is it?" you reply, eager to hear what's on his mind. "Did you take my pudding from inventory?" You raise an eyebrow in surprise at Ethan's question. "Your pudding? No, I didn't take it," you answer honestly, wondering why he would think that.

Ethan thins out his lips, eyeing you suspiciously. He then sighs as he senses your genuine confusion. "It must've been Chad then! Ever since we've been returning from supply runs, every single one of my sweet snacks has disappeared." You tilt your head, considering Ethan's accusation. "Chad? Are you sure it's him?" you ask, curious about the possible culprit.

Ethan nods, frustration evident on his face. "I've noticed him eyeing my snacks before, and he always seems to have a guilty look when I ask about them," he explains. You hum a bit before turning your head to Tara, who was walking down the community's street, looking bored as ever.

"I'll talk to you later, E." Ethan nods in response, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches you jog over to Tara. "Hey, Tara."

"Hey, what's up?" Tara responds, smiling at you. "Not much, just wanted to ask if you maybe wanna hang out outside the walls for a bit." Tara shrugs, her smile never fading. "Sure, why not?"

"Cool, let me just shower, and I'll be ready to go." You quickly make your way back to your house, taking a quick shower before meeting up with Tara again. She greets you with a warm smile, her excitement evident in her eyes. "Ready?" she asks, her voice filled with anticipation.

You nod eagerly, "Mhm." You wave at Officer Hicks, who salutes back to you, opening the gate for you and Tara to exit the walls. You and Tara start walking away from the community, stealing glances at each other every now and then.

"I actually have a surprise for you." You say, breaking the comfortable silence. Tara raises an eyebrow, looking at you. Curiosity sparkles in her eyes as she waits for you to reveal the surprise. "Well, remember how you mentioned you liked horror movies?" you begin, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"I found this abandoned movie theatre not too far from here. Ethan helped me clean it up and fix the projector. We can have our own private horror movie marathon today."

Tara's eyes widen with thrill as she realizes the surprise. "You're lying!" she exclaims, her smile matching your mischievous grin. The two of you quicken your pace, eager to reach the movie theatre and begin your thrilling movie night.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" You ask Tara in a Ghostface mask, trying your best to imitate the iconic killer from the Stab franchise. Tara giggles and playfully pretends to be scared, but then responds, "Hmm, I think I'll have to go with It Follows. Elevated horror is where it's at."

You take off the mask, tilting your head. "Really? Elevated horror? What about Friday the 13th? Jason is a classic." Tara shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Sure, Jason is iconic, but I prefer the psychological depth and thought-provoking themes of films like It Follows. It's all about the slow-burning suspense for me."

"You're lucky you're cute." Tara chuckles and playfully nudges you. "Well, I guess my good looks give me an advantage in our horror movie debates." She winks, teasingly adding, "But hey, maybe one day I'll convince you to appreciate elevated horror too."

"Blah, blah, blah." You say, walking further into the movie theatre, ending up at a snack bar. You lean against it as Tara continues her argument about elevated horror. "Jason is just a mindless slasher. It Follows actually makes you think and keeps you on the edge of your seat." Tara playfully sticks her tongue out at you, daring you to challenge her taste in horror movies.

Rolling your eyes, you retort, "Please, Tara. A classic slasher film like Friday the 13th is a timeless masterpiece. It's all about the thrill and suspense, not overanalyzing every single detail. But hey, I'll give It Follows a chance if it means shutting you up for once." Tara giggles, knowing that you're just playing along and secretly enjoying the ongoing debates between you two.

You turn around, facing the snack bar, and reach for the old and expired candy box, that's probably been there since before the apocalypse. Your heart skips a beat when Tara does the same, your hands touching.

You both exchange a quick glance, causing a slight blush to creep onto your cheeks. It's in these small moments that you realize there might be something more than just friendly banter between you and Tara.

"You can have them." You tell Tara, chuckling a bit. She smiles, placing the box of candy in your hand. "Take them." You shake your head, "No, uh," you interrupt yourself with your own laugh. "If you want them, you have them." You set down the box of candy in front of Tara, who quickly picks it up, holding it in front of you.

"You think I want these?" Tara raises an eyebrow playfully, her eyes sparkling. She breaks eye contact with you as you stare at her, a lingering smile on your face. "Kind of..."

"They're like one hundred years old." she jokes, setting them back down. "Maybe that's your thing," she mutters, finally glancing back at your eyes.

The two of you stare at each other, caught in a moment of playful tension. The air between you is charged with unspoken words and a hint of curiosity. It's as if time has momentarily frozen, allowing the anticipation to build. Both of you are aware of the unspoken connection, wondering where it might lead.

It's been a while since you've been truly happy with someone, so happy that your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, so lost in the trance of the woman in front of you. She was perfect. Her perfect hair, her perfect eyebrows, her perfect eyes, her perfect nose, her perfect lips. Everything about her seemed meticulously crafted to perfection.

You smile wider at yourself, glancing between her eyes and her lips. Tara's heart has never felt this alive, pulsating with newfound energy. She knows she's attracted to you, that much is sure, but there's something more than just physical attraction.

It's the way you listen intently to every word she says and the way you laugh at her jokes as if they're the funniest things you've ever heard. There's a connection between you that goes beyond surface-level beauty, and it's that deep emotional bond that truly sets you apart from anyone else she's ever met.

But she's also scared. She's scared to get attached to you more than she already is and lose you to the walkers that lurk in the shadows. The fear of losing you to something beyond her control haunts her, making her hesitant to fully embrace the connection she feels.

She knows that the world is unpredictable and filled with dangers, and the thought of losing you to those uncertainties terrifies her. It's not that she doesn't want to fully embrace the connection, but rather, she's grappling with her own vulnerabilities and the fear of being left alone in a world that feels increasingly unstable.

However, another part of her says to do it. Take the risk and allow her to be happy, even if it's just for a second. Tara takes a deep breath, "I actually—"

She's cut off by you connecting your lips with hers, and in that moment, all her fears and uncertainties melt away. The warmth of your embrace reassures her that maybe, just maybe, taking the risk was worth it after all. Her hands grip your face, pulling you closer if that were possible, you wrap your arms around her body, holding her tightly as if she's going to fade away.

As your lips part, an intoxicating sense of contentment lingers in the air. Tara stares into your eyes, a hint of tears reflecting the depth of her gratitude. In that electrifying moment, she realizes that she has found something she never thought possible—a passion that is boundless and worth every ounce of risk. With a smile curving on her lips, she whispers, "What took you so long?"

You chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I finally thought of that heartfelt thank you," you reply, your voice filled with bliss. Tara giggles, her laughter filling the air like music. "I can't believe you remember that."

She leans in closer, bringing you into another quick and simple kiss. When she pulls away, her eyes glance between yours, her hand trailing your facial features. "I'm scared of losing you."

You gently take her hand in yours, reassuringly squeezing it. "I promise you, Tara, I'm not going anywhere," you say sincerely, your voice filled with love and determination. She smiles softly, her fears momentarily eased by your words.

"I actually do have a question." You tilt your head, waiting for her to continue. "Was...Iris the only person you had before...the outbreak?" You pause for a moment, memories of the past flooding your mind.

"Kind of...yeah. It's always just been Iris and her family. I actually met Iris a few months after my adoptive mother passed away...she was the first person I connected with after such a difficult loss. We quickly became each other's support system, and we started dating a bit after that.." You pause, a bittersweet smile on your face, as you recall the bond you share with Iris. "I'm just glad she's okay."

Tara nods, her eyes filled with understanding. "Thank you for telling me." You appreciate Tara's empathy and the safe space she has created for you to share your story. It feels good to have someone who listens and understands without judgment.

"You're finally back!" Heather says, bursting through your front door. You turn toward Heather, a smile spreading across your face. "I am." Heather lets out a loud groan, "Then can you please watch Iris? I'm supposed to be hanging out with Amber."

You furrow your eyebrows, "What's wrong with Iris?" You ask, concerned about Heather's sudden change in attitude towards Iris. Heather sighs and rolls her eyes, "She's sick, and she's been acting really cranky all day. I just need a break from her for a little while. So! Now that you're off your date with tiny Tara, can you watch her?"

You blush, "It wasn't a date," you mutter, not convincing Heather one bit. "But sure, I can watch Iris for a bit. Is there anything specific I should know or do while taking care of her?"

Heather shakes her head and says, "Not really, just make sure she takes her medicine and gets plenty of rest. She's been running a fever, so keep an eye on that too." You nod, assuring Heather that you'll take good care of Iris.

Heather exits your house, causing Amber to rise, "She said yes?" Amber asks her girlfriend, who nods in response. "Mhm," Amber continues, "I can't believe you're still trying to play cupid with Y/N and Iris. I'm pretty sure Y/N really likes Tara."

"Well, you never know. Sometimes feelings can change unexpectedly. Besides, Y/N did agree to take care of Iris, so maybe there's still a chance for them." Amber rolls her eyes playfully and says, "Sure, babe."

You knock on Iris's door, and a faint, "Come in." follows your knock. As you enter, you see Iris lying in bed, a wet washcloth on her forehead. You walk over to Iris and ask, "How are you feeling?" She looks up at you with a weak smile and replies, "I'm still not feeling great, but the washcloth is helping a bit." You sit down beside her and say, "I brought you some soup. Maybe it'll help you feel better."

You help her sit up, supporting her back with a pillow. Iris gratefully accepts the soup and takes a few spoonfuls, savoring the warmth and nourishment. She looks at you appreciatively and says, "Thank you so much for taking care of me." You smile and reassure her, "Of course, I'll always be here for you."

"Did Heather set you up to this?" She asks, a faint smile on her lips. You chuckle and shake your head, "Yeah, but still, I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Iris's smile widens, and she says, "Well, I'm lucky to have you in my life."

"Remember when Heather got sick and we all took turns taking care of her? It's nice to see that we have each other's backs." Iris says, not making eye contact with you. You start laughing, And it turns out she was faking the whole thing."

Iris's brows furrow, "What?" Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops. "Yeah, she admitted it later. I didn't know she didn't tell you." Iris's smile fades, replaced by a look of disbelief. "I can't believe she would do something like that. That's really messed up."

"I mean...she did have to run the mile that day, I'd do the same thing." You shrug, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I guess we all have our own ways of avoiding running." Iris chuckles, shaking her head. "Yeah, but faking sick behind my back? That's a whole new level." You both laugh, finding peace in the moment.

Iris puts down her soup and stares at you. "You look happy." You smile back at Iris and reply, "Yeah, I guess I am. It feels good to just relax and have a laugh with you. You look like shit, though."

Iris chuckles and rolls her eyes. "Thanks, I appreciate the honesty. It's been a rough day." You nod sympathetically, understanding that it's because of her sickness. "Maybe you should try and sleep." You suggest, helping her lie back down. Iris sighs and nods, her eyes showing exhaustion.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I could use some rest." You tuck her in and dim the lights, creating a soothing atmosphere. "I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep," you offer, hoping to provide some comfort during her rough day.

"You could lay down too..." Iris mumbles, her voice trailing off as she starts to drift off. You hesitate for a moment, considering her suggestion, before deciding to join her. As you lie down next to her, you feel a sense of closeness and reassurance, knowing that your presence brings her some ease.

Iris places her head on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. The sound lulls her into a deeper state of relaxation, and you can feel her tension slowly melting away. You gently stroke her hair, and mutter, "You better not get me sick."

Iris chuckles softly, her voice barely audible as she whispers, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you if that happens."

When Iris finally falls asleep, it's late at night. You slip from her grasp and leave, making your way to the inventory to see if there's any tea that could help her. Your heart drops when you see a figure standing in the dimly lit room, their back turned towards you.

They turn around quickly, and you let out a sigh, allowing yourself to relax. "Richie, you scared the hell out of me." Richie chuckles and apologizes, "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to startle you." Your eyes fall to the basket in his hands.

He notices speaking up, "Gale asked me to get this." You hum, "Do you have any tea? Iris is sick." Richie nods sympathetically and says, "Yeah, yeah. Here." He reaches into the basket and hands you a small packet of tea. "I hope this helps," he says with a warm smile.

Richie then walks away, basket in hand, leaving you standing there, thankful and confused. Maybe he was the one who stole Ethan's snacks.

[harrywavycurly]

Your post about the brother gc made my mind wonder about having all the Eddie’s in a gc that you could text and ask about boy problems 😂

Hiii lovey!! Idk why instead of a group chat my mind went “what if there was a 1-800 number for you to call for advice from the Eddies??”🙈 it would be like this:

“Thank you for calling the Life Advice Network this is Steve speaking how may I help you?” “Uhm…I just need to know if the guy I’m interested in is…also interested in me…” “Ah got it let me transfer you to Husband Eddie he is our go too guy when it comes to deciphering men’s intentions..one moment.” “Hi this is Husband Eddie Munson how can I be of service to you today?” “Hey Eddie uhm…the guy I’m interested in is kinda being weird lately and I’m not sure if-” “Describe weird.” “Oh uh he ended our text conversation by just saying later…when normally he says like bye gorgeous or something along those lines.” “Later? He said later as a form of goodbye?” “Yes…why did you just sigh? Is that…is that not a good sign?” “I’m gonna be honest with you sweetheart I think he’s no longer interested….have you hung out with him recently?” “Not this week he’s been really busy…” “right…yeah…I would just move on before you really get your feelings hurt.” “Okay…thanks Eddie.” “Anytime…oh you’re gonna be asked how this call was and if you don’t mind leaving me a good review that would be great but if not it’s fine…enjoy the rest of your day and don’t let this get you down there’s plenty of other dudes out there.” “Thank you I appreciate that.”

“You’ve reached the one and only Bestfriend Eddie how can I help you?” “Hey is it weird if your guy friend all of a sudden starts holding your hand and opening doors for you?” “Holding your hand? Dudes only hold hands with someone they like….unless you need help and our hand will make it to where you won’t like die or something but yeah that’s fucking weird.” “You think he likes me?” “I wouldn’t want you to assume he has feelings for you just because he’s holding your hand and opening doors but if he starts offering you rides everywhere and buying you shit then yeah he probably has feelings.” “He’s bought me lunch three times this week…” “oh yeah then he’s for sure got some feelings brewing and I’d say just ask him straight up if he’s into you or not.” “Really? That won’t freak him out?” “Only one way to find out…” “if he laughs at me I’m calling back and telling you how horrible you are at giving advice.” “Trust me you’ll only be calling back to tell me I was right.” “Whatever…that’s for the advice.” “Anytime.”

“Hello this is Vampire Eddie-” “did you just say Vampire?” “Yes…you got transferred to me because you’re having issues accepting the kind of respect and love you deserve is that right?” “I just don’t think I need to be treated this-” “You deserve to be treated as if you hung the moon and all the stars because to your significant other that’s exactly what you did for them.” “Oh…really?” “Yes…I know it’s hard to feel as though you deserve to be treated like a queen because for the most part you’ve let yourself get used to the subpar treatment from men because that’s all you thought you could get therefore making you think that’s also what you deserve but it’s not.” “Oh wow…okay so it’s not weird that he always wants to be around and is just…super nice and attentive?” “Weird? No it’s not weird…it’s how every man who wants to pursue you should be acting.” “He brought me flowers the other day because they reminded him of me with how pretty they are…” “and how did that make you feel?” “Like he’s too good for me…but I also really liked it.” “He’s not too good for you get that notion out of your head he’s just a gentlemen and you’re used to pardon my langue but you’re used to fuck boys.” “I guess that’s true…so I should keep him around then?” “If he makes you happy then yes.” “Okay…thank you Vampire Eddie this has been really interesting.” “You’re welcome…I’m here if you need me but I think you’ve got it figured out now.” “Have a good day.” “You as well.”

[bite-sized-devil]

In the Philippines we have this pastry called "Mamon" (spelled with only 1 m in the middle) and it's like a muffin but with a softer cake-like texture. What if MC tries to bake some and the brothers ask what it is. It'd be so awkward for Mammon but you can tell him he looks like a snack

Hello 🌻

Aww this is so cute! I love teasing Mammon 💕 My greedy boy deserves all the attention including sweet jokes at his expense 😂

Have you gone to far? Maybe. But to be honest you're having to much fun!

You've made 7 little vanilla sponge cakes that are called 'Mamon', one for each brother to try. Coming across the recipe accidentally when you had misspelt Mammon's name during a google search. What you were originally looking for is no one's business but your own. You are certainly not going to tell the second born about it either!

Your devious little plan to embarrass The Great Mammon has come to a head with each brother in turn trying your dessert. Naturally Lucifer starts the praise for your cooking first.

"You've out done yourself MC, it's wonderful! Perfect, much like yourself." Blushing at his praise, you bow your head. It's not exactly what you are looking for but it's always nice to hear the first born praise you.

Beel's response is of course to immediately ask for more, again not what you are after but is to be expected. You smile at him and tell him 'yes of course in the kitchen'. He's shooting out of his chair so fast it falls over.

Giggling at Beel's antics you turn to Levi, but he's already left his seat. He waves his hands at you as he walks though the doorway. "Delicious as always MC, sorry can't stay I have a live stream to catch."

You yell a 'no worries' in response, it's pretty typical of him actually. Not at all fazed your attention is drawn to the light snoring beside you. Ah yes it's Belphie, who the fuck else would fall asleep on the fluffy pillow of a cake you made? Your anger at the last born fizzles up, he looks so cute when he sleeps. All sweet and lacking in murderous intent.

Satan draws your attention away by scraping his fork on his plate. Ugghh that noise! You visibly cringe and he smirks the bastard. "Yes, now that I have your attention MC, I'd like to offer you a piece of advice. It's simple really... If I see you doggy-ear anymore of my book's pages, it will take more then this little fluffy yellow cake to placate me." The look he's giving you as he finishes up his little speech is terrifying... But, he's got a little crumb on his cheek and it's very distracting. Your eyes keep flitting between it and his intense stare. Asmo swoops in to save you by obnoxiously drawing attention too it. Bless him!

"Awwww♡ Satan, did you miss your mouth? Here let me get it for you!" He reaches his hand up to Satan's face for it to immediately get smacked down. A pout coming to rest on the fifth born's pretty face while he cradles his hand in mock hurt.

And then it happens, and by none other then the man you wanted to tease in the first place! Your dastardly partner in crime has given you the platform you needed. You should of known he'd walk right into your trap.

"Wow MC, whaddya call this delicious 'lil snack?" His innocent question signs his own fate. Little dummy! Actually he's your little dummy. You wait until he has taken another bite before saying loud and clear for everyone present to hear, smiling ever so sweetly as you do.

"It's called Mamon."

His face goes instantly red, though you aren't sure if that's from your little prank or the fact that he's now choking on the cake he shares a name with.

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[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 4

Since that night he would drop by just to check in.

You couldn’t believe that you’d actually befriended a vigilante. A part of you wanted to tell Matt and Foggy, but the danger it could pose for not just him, but them, made you hesitant. So for the time being you decided that it was best to keep it to yourself. 

This particular night he was seated on the floor, legs folded. 

“Your friends sound like great guys.” 

You nod, chewing on your gummy bears. 

“They are! Foggy is by far the funniest guy you will ever meet in your life. Ever since we met he’s always looked out for me. He even turned down a date with a hot girl to look after me when I was sick last year. If you know Foggy, that’s the ultimate sign of love.” 

He smiles. 

“It sounds like he cares about you.” 

“Mhmm, he’s like a brother to me.” 

He knew he shouldn’t tip the boat, but he couldn’t help but ask. He was curious about your opinion of him. 

“What about your other friend?” 

“Mmm, he’s great too.” 

You fidget with the snack now, looking down at your lap. He can spot the hesitance, so now he’s intrigued by the reason. 

“It seems like there might be more to it than that.” 

You twiddle the treat in your hand. 

“It’s nothing bad it’s just..sometimes he comes in with these bruises. Matt is blind you see, so sometimes he gets hurt, but he won’t ask for help. I know he doesn’t want to be a burden to me or Foggy, but we’re his friends. I want to ask him, offer help but I’m scared that I might upset him and if he got mad and stopped talking to me I’d be miserable.” 

You lower your head, and he nods in understanding. 

“If he’s as great as you say, then he won’t be upset if you’re trying to look out for him. Maybe just talk to him, he sounds like a reasonable person.” 

“You’re right, Matt is nice, if I just talk to him, I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. Thanks Mr. Daredevil. You should really become a therapist, you’re a good listener. Well, I guess given your side job it might be a bit difficult huh?” 

He can’t help but smile. 

“Yeah, it might be.” 

You grin, throwing a gummy bear and he catches it easily. 

“Geez sometimes your reflexes are insane. I would have missed that. Look.” 

You threw one in the air with the intention to catch it in your mouth, but it bounces off your nose and onto the floor. 

“See!!” 

He starts laughing. 

“You just need to focus a little better, watch.” 

He threw his own in the air and with one easy move to the left, it dropped right into his mouth. 

“Easy.” 

He chewed and you just glared at him playfully. 

“You’re like a ninja, I don’t think it counts.”

“It sounds like you’re a sore loser.” 

“Am not!!” 

It was nice, being the one he seemed to confide in. Those nights were great. Just having someone to talk to. The following morning you meet Matt in the library. With Daredevil’s advice in mind, you walked right up to him. 

“Hey Matt.” 

He turned at your call, a smile stretching on his face. 

“Hey.”

You could do it, all you have to do is ask if he needs help. 

“I can do this, I can do this!” 

With the pep talk, you finally get the words out. 

“I-I’m worried about you. You’ve been getting hurt a lot and I just wanted to let you know that if you ever need help, Foggy and I are here for you.” You hoped that you’d gotten your point across without somehow offending him. The easy smile he gave you made your anxieties just wash away. 

“I appreciate it. Since you’re offering, I wanted to check out that sandwich place across the street. Do you mind?” He held out his hand and you nod excitedly. 

“Of course, let’s go!” 

Linking arms, you walked away with him, making a mental reminder to thank Daredevil for his sound advice. Turns out vigilantes were good at more than just kicking criminal butt. 

[tolietpaperdreams]

Hysteria Chp 4 (Hartbreak)

Okay fine! Five parts it is, but that’s it, I have too many other ideas I need to write lol. Plus I really like the ending I have planned for this story.

Comments n stuff are always appreciated, hope you enjoy! K here’s your smut byyyyeeee <3

The time passed slowly. It always did whenever Bret needed to keep his mind occupied. He trained for an extra hour every day, he spent more time with his friends. Anything to shut up the noise in his head, but when it came time for him to lie down at night, there was always that empty space.

Granted, it hadn't been very long. Maybe two weeks since the fight with Shawn, but that didn't change how it affected him.

The most he'd seen of the blonde was backstage or in the locker room. He wanted to talk to him, tried to talk to him, but every time there seemed to be a different excuse. Shawn would need to go warm up or he couldn't talk because he had a meeting. The worst was when he approached Shawn in the locker room one day only to have Hunter step in his path and give him an ‘eat shit’ look.

They still had to work together; the pay-per-view was coming up fast and they needed to sort out their match. But that couldn't happen unless Shawn was willing to talk to him.

Bret truly thought about begging. He considered finding Shawn’s hotel room and pleading on his hands and knees for just a second of his time, but that would be ridiculous. He thought about the Orchids and the old lady who said they meant strength and unity, but Bret had never felt more alone.

It all seemed like a load of bullshit now, but Bret wasn't so easily deterred. He resisted the urge to go back to his old ways of sticking his head down and keeping his nose to the grind, but there wasn’t much else he could focus on besides work.

Owen, Jim, and Davey had forgiven him for being so caught up in everything that he’d essentially abandoned them. Bret would make sure he never lost sight of how important they were in his life again. They also encouraged him to win back Shawn’s affection.

The problem was that he had no idea where to start. Approaching Shawn directly hadn’t worked, so now what? Should he wait for the blonde to come to him? Or was there a more discreet option?

“You could give him a note,” Jim offered after training one day.

“We’re not in middle school Jim, a note would be useless,” Bret disregarded that information as he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

“He could be onto something,” Davey added, unlacing his boots, “That way Shawn’s dogs won’t get in your way.”

Davey referring to Hunter and the other guys as ‘Shawn’s dogs’ didn't really sit right with Bret, but he let the insult roll off his shoulders.

“What would I even write?” He did his best to keep an open mind.

“Ask him out,” Owen finally chimed in, “You guys never even went on a real date before you dived head-first into whatever it was that you guys were doing.”

That was a good point. He and Shawn had moved so fast that Bret never once thought to take him out. Shawn probably wanted to be wined and dined; he wanted to feel worth something, and Bret had neglected that part of their budding relationship. He didn't even know what kind of restaurant to take him to.

“I don't know, I've never-”

Owen cut him off, “Stop hesitating. Do you want Shawn back or not? You need to show him he’s worth it.”

That was enough encouragement for Bret to start brainstorming.

***

“What if he says no?” Bret adjusted his black button-down shirt in the mirror; he felt like he looked crazy but Owen insisted he dress nice.

“He won’t,” His little brother rolled his eyes as he sat on the hotel bed.

Bret took the advice of his brother and friends and decided to send Shawn a note. Through some networking the night prior, he was able to find what hotel room the other man was staying in and slid the note under the door like a lovesick teenager. It was a simple note, maybe too simple. All it said was, ‘Dinner, tomorrow? -Bret. RM 102.’

There were no flowers or extravagant gifts; it was just Bret in a button-down that hugged his chest a little too tight and a desperate plea for Shawn to open back up.

“I didn't even give him a time,” Bret was so focused on the semantics of everything that he was starting to sweat. What if Shawn just didn't show up or never even noticed the note in the first place? What if Hunter or one of the other guys got to it first and trashed it? The collar around his throat was starting to feel tight.

“Will you relax? He’ll show up,” Owen said nonchalantly as he stood to look Bret over once or twice.

All he wanted was a chance to show Shawn that he wasn't a screw-up. He’d dress nice, wear uncomfortable clothes, and buy all the stupid Orchids in the world if it gave him the opportunity to tell Shawn he wanted the real thing too.

“I should do one of those grand gesture things like they do in the movies,” Bret started to fidget with the shirt collar.

“You definitely should not,” Owen grabbed Bret’s hands and pushed them down to his side, so he’d stop fidgeting, “Relax, dude. It’s just Shawn.”

“There’s no such thing as ‘just’ Shawn,” Bret emphasized to his brother, “He’s- y’know… he's Shawn.”

Owen gave him a look that must have been a mixture of disgust and confusion, “You’re weird.”

Bret couldn't do anything besides laugh at Owen’s remark; he was so grateful for his brother’s help but of course, he’d have to pay the price at the same time.

After making sure Bret looked his best and was as emotionally ready as he could be, Owen left. He told Bret to wait for half an hour and call him if Shawn never showed. He couldn't help but feel like he’d be calling his little brother sooner rather than later.

Again, the time passed slowly. Bret was so wound up he was starting to sweat. He didn't know what he would say to Shawn if he even showed up.

The minutes felt like hours before finally, at the twenty-minute mark, there was a soft knock on the door.

Bret stood and tried to flatten his button-down that got crinkled from him being hunched over on the couch. He was already so uncomfortable, but if this was what it took, he’d do it.

He walked over to the door and took a deep breath before opening it. Shawn stood there with a nervous look on his face. The blonde wore a button-down of his own with nice jeans and boots, a gold necklace laid around his neck, and his hair was styled down.

Bret tried to speak, but he was caught ogling before he could get a word out.

“What?” Shawn crossed his arms and did his best to convey annoyance even though his cheeks were turning pink, “Are you gonna let me in?”

“Yeah, of course,” Bret said, moving out of the way.

He wasn't entirely sure how to greet Shawn. Obviously, he'd have to earn a kiss, but would a hug be too much? He decided at the moment to play it safe and let Shawn take the lead.

“You look nice,” Bret turned, following Shawn into the room.

The jeans Shawn wore hugged his ass perfectly and Bret had to remind himself to breathe.

“I know,” The blonde said curtly and leaned against the nearby table.

If Shawn wanted to have an attitude that was fine, Bret could handle that. If anything, it was a good sign because at least Shawn was talking to him.

“Right,” Bret figured the best thing to do would be to push through the awkwardness, “Thanks for coming.”

Shawn huffed and rolled his eyes, “What is this? An interview? Are you taking me to dinner or what?”

So much for the stoic apology act Bret had planned, “Shawn, I would love to, but you're already making it difficult.”

“You invite me out over a note after we haven't spoken in weeks and you just expect me to be cool about it?” Shawn spat back.

“I want to fix this,” Bret tried as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Then why did it take you so long?”

“Because you wouldn't talk to me!”

“You hardly tried!”

They were suddenly nose to nose, neither man willing to step down.

“I did try,” Bret grabbed the front of Shawn’s shirt, “More than you think.”

“You should have sent that note weeks ago,” Shawn’s voice softened.

Bret could finally feel how close they were. Shawn still leaned against the table, hands clutching the edge. Bret could feel the blonde’s breath against his own and once Shawn’s gaze met his, he knew there would be no fancy dinner tonight.

Their lips met in a frenzy, Shawn essentially throwing himself at Bret. It was hungry and urgent like they needed each other to breathe. Shawn moaned into Bret’s mouth as he pulled the blonde’s hips flush with his own.

The feeling of having Shawn back in his arms again overtook anything he originally planned to say or do. The smell of Shawn’s cologne overwhelmed his senses as he kissed and sucked bruises into his neck and collarbone; he’d never get enough of it.

The distance had been agonizing, and Bret was more than willing to make up for it.

“Fucking jerk,” Shawn grunted as he sunk a hand into Bret’s hair and pulled him back.

Bret winced slightly at the pain before letting out, “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

“God, yes,” Shawn yanked him in for another kiss.

He bit at Bret’s lower lip hard enough to make him whine at the pain before Shawn pushed him back onto the bed. Bret didn't see the more dominant side of Shawn very often, but he couldn't complain. They climbed to the top of the bed, Shawn straddling Bret’s lap.

The kisses they shared were hungry and wet as they both tried to hastily discard their shirts. Shawn ground his hips against Bret’s, both groaning at the feeling of their still-clothed erections against each other.

Bret needed to say something, but Shawn was busy devouring his mouth so he turned his head to the side, “Shawn,” he could barely get out, the blonde having moved down to kiss his chest.

Shawn took a nipple into his mouth causing Bret to cry out. He bit and sucked at both of them until they were pert and swollen then sat back and allowed both of them to catch their breath.

“What is it?” He panted, a smug look plastered on his face.

The way Shawn’s wavy hair laid past his shoulders was a sight to behold - the way his chest heaved and how he looked down at Bret, those gorgeous blue eyes, and the curves of his muscles - Shawn’s body was intoxicating.

“I need to see you,” Bret breathed, hands sliding up Shawn’s thighs to grab his hips.

Shawn didn’t say anything for a moment, a small smile grew on his face as the words sunk in.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” Bret added, “I've never felt like this before.”

It was a declaration of his own. Shawn made him feel utterly insane, but in the time their relationship had grown, he’d never been happier. The highs were so high and the lows were so low, but if it was for Shawn, he’d go through hell.

“I was so wrong about everything-”

Shawn shut him up with a kiss, this one softer. They weren't good with words, but they could communicate through their bodies. Bret didn't know if he was entirely forgiven, but it seemed like he was off to a good enough start.

Placing soft kisses along Bret’s jawline, Shawn reached down and began to undo his jeans. Soon they were discarded along with Bret’s and neither was denied full access any longer. Shawn sank down, his tongue tracing from Bret’s neck to his nape as fingers teased his already sensitive nipples.

Bret inhaled sharply, knowing his reaction would only encourage Shawn to continue, but he was saved once Shawn brought his hands down, wrapped one around Bret’s cock, and licked from base to tip. Bret let out a groan as soon as Shawn took him all the way into his mouth and threaded a hand into the blonde’s hair.

“So gorgeous,” He breathed, meeting those icy blue eyes with his own.

It was controlled and slow at first, Shawn bobbing his head in time with the stroke of his hand. The warmth and wetness of his mouth on Bret’s cock was almost too much and he had to use all his self-control in order not to buck his hips into Shawn’s mouth.

Tightening the hand in the blonde’s hair, Bret talked him through it, “That’s it, baby.”

Shawn moaned around Bret’s length and hallowed out his cheeks to create more friction. Bret knew he wouldn't last long with the type of head Shawn gave and he didn't want to end the fun before it even started.

He gave Shawn’s hair a slight tug so he would pull off and the blonde did so without hesitation; a long string of spit still connected the tip to Shawn’s swollen lips.

“Don’t move,” Shawn exhaled and climbed up to straddle Bret’s thighs again, “I wanna ride you.”

Who was he to deny Shawn that right? Bret reached up to pull the blonde down for a searing kiss.

They stayed like that for a moment before Shawn pulled away briefly to ask, “Do you still have everything?”

Bret knew that Shawn was referring to condoms and lube; he shook his head, “I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

He playfully smacked at Bret’s chest, “You’re lucky I'm prepared.”

He quickly hopped off the bed and went searching for his jeans.

“Wait,” Bret furrowed his brow, watching Shawn dig through his pockets, “You brought condoms and lube even though you were pissed at me?”

Shrugging, Shawn climbed back onto the bed and back onto Bret after finding what he was looking for, “I only bought them after I found your note. Knew you’d say all the right things,” He winked.

Bret couldn't help the chuckle that he let out as he ran his hands up Shawn’s toned thighs, “I haven't said much of anything.”

“Will fix that later,” Shawn set aside the condom and handed Bret the lube.

A question wracked his mind, one he wasn't sure Shawn was ready to hear yet, but now was as good as any time, “What if we ditch the condom?”

“That depends,” Shawn watched Bret spread lube on his fingers, “Who else are you fucking?”

The fact that Shawn said ‘who else’ instead of asking if there was ‘anyone else’ struck a chord with Bret. He hadn't made his intentions with Shawn clear enough.

Using his free hand, Bret urged Shawn forward slightly by the hip so he could have easier access. He traced a lubed finger over Shawn’s entrance, making the blonde inhale sharply and dig his fingers into Bret’s chest.

“You know very well,” Bret used his other hand to palm at Shawn’s ass, adding a smack for emphasis, “That I only have eyes for you.” He sunk the first finger in.

Shawn let out a whine and pushed back with his hips, already wanting more, “That- Ah! Doesn't answer the question-”

Bret always loved the way Shawn took his fingers so eagerly, but it did make it increasingly more difficult to restrain himself.

“No one else has even crossed my mind,” He cooed, adding another finger.

“Nnnh- Bret I can't take it,” Shawn whined, his cock hard and dripping pre-cum, “I need it.”

Normally, Bret would use at least three fingers to prep, but Shawn’s eagerness put that concern at ease.

“You sure?” Bret didn't want to hurt him.

“Yes-” Shawn clenched his eyes shut, “Now, Bret. Please-”

With that, Bret removed his fingers and urged Shawn to sit up on his knees higher. He slicked himself up with the leftover lube from his fingers and did his best to line himself up.

Shawn pushed his hips back, taking in the tip of Bret’s cock. As he slowly sank fully onto it, they both groaned at the delicious feeling. It felt even better knowing there was no barrier between them now, Bret could fully experience Shawn.

With his chest heaving as he adjusted to the feeling of being full, Shawn let out, “There hasn't been anyone else,” He paused for a moment, “I don't want anyone else-”

Bret reached up and traced a thumb across Shawn’s jaw, “Me neither.”

He pulled Shawn down into a kiss; it was settled. Bret couldn't even fathom the thought of someone else. Ever since that first kiss at the bar, as rushed and panicked as it was, Shawn had grabbed Bret’s heart and ran with it. Maybe even before then, but he was just too blind to see.

Finally, after sitting back, Shawn started to move his hips.

“God, Shawn…” Bret dug his fingers into the blonde’s hips, holding himself back from thrusting up into him, “You feel so good.”

It felt so different with no condom, physically and emotionally. There was a new trust that hadn’t been there before, one that said ‘I’m yours and you're mine.’

Shawn moved at an agonizing pace, his hips rocking forward and back in order to take Bret fully. It wasn't slow, but it was a more intimate pace.

Shawn grabbed Bret’s wrists and pinned them over his head as he rode him, fully taking control.

“Fuck-” Bret groaned. He wanted nothing more than to flip positions and fuck Shawn into the mattress but it wasn't his turn. Shawn was running things now.

“What is it?” Shawn breathed as he continued his movements, “Tell me what you want.”

It was killing him, he wanted to touch Shawn- wanted to run his hands all over his skin- to feel how the blonde shivered under his touch. He pushed against Shawn’s grip weakly, his brain too foggy to do much about it. Bret wouldn't last much longer.

Shawn continued his onslaught, grinding his hips quicker, “C’mon baby, tell me what you want.”

Bret couldn't help the moan that escaped his throat before he panted, “Please Shawn-”

The moment Shawn let go of his wrists, Bret pulled the blonde down to his level; one hand gripping the back of his neck and the other squeezing a hip so hard it would probably leave bruises. Bret fucked Shawn from underneath at a brutal pace.

Shawn let out a series of cries, each moan in time with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Bret's thrusts were sharp and brutal but quickly became erratic as he felt the heat pooling in his gut.

“Don’t stop- don’t stop-” Shawn whined, his own release building up.

Bret managed to keep Shawn’s request, thrusting a few more times before he couldn't hold back his orgasm. He stalled his hips as he came, pulling Shawn into a hard kiss.

Before he could come down from the moment, Bret flipped Shawn onto his back, the blonde letting out a small yelp as he did so. Bret smoothly pulled out and leaned down to take Shawn into his mouth.

It didn't take long for Shawn to cum, the feeling of Bret’s mouth around him was just enough to bring him over the edge. Shawn bucked his hips as he came and Bret did his best to take him deeper into his mouth before swallowing. He pulled off and licked Shawn’s cock from base to tip, relishing in the sight of him shivering at the overstimulation.

Shawn caught his breath for a moment before speaking, “We should fight more often.”

Bret chuckled and laid his head on Shawn’s thigh, “I think we can have good sex without the fighting.”

It was quiet for a moment, both parties basking in the afterglow of makeup sex. A tension had been lifted between them, but there was still a small air of uncertainty. Bret almost got up to get a towel and help Shawn get cleaned up, but was stopped for the time being.

Shawn reached down and gently cupped Bret’s cheek, “I missed you.”

Such tender words. Something Bret still needed to work on, but it seemed like Shawn was willing to try. He placed a kiss on Shawn’s thigh before climbing to the top of the bed and taking him into his arms.

“I missed you, too,” Bret sighed contentedly and inhaled the scent of Shawn’s hair while he nuzzled into Bret’s chest.

Shawn got comfortable and started playing with the hairs of Bret’s happy trail, “Owen told me you cried,” He said nonchalantly, “A couple weeks ago.”

Bret huffed, a small trigger of annoyance came and went. He was too tired to get upset, albeit a little embarrassed, “Are you always in cahoots with my brother?”

“Him and Hunter are good buddies,” Shawn turned his head to look at Bret, “I’m surprised you hadn't noticed.”

He hadn’t, “Guess I was too caught up,” Bret traced a finger up and down Shawn’s shoulder.

“About Hunter,” Shawn started, pausing briefly to see Bret’s reaction.

He didn't really want to talk about Hunter right after sex, but Bret made a promise to himself that tonight he would fix what he could in his relationship with Shawn.

“Go on,” He tried not to sound on edge.

“You’re not actually jealous of him, are you?” Shawn questioned.

Bret exhaled before answering, “I don't really think so. I think I was just looking for a reason to be mad,” He paused for a moment, making sure there was eye contact, “And I don't want to be with anyone else, Shawn.”

He wanted Shawn to understand that there was no one else for him and that Shawn would never have to worry about anyone else. Bret also knew that he was never truly jealous of Hunter- he was jealous of the bond Shawn had with him- the trust that he put into Hunter. Bret wanted that trust put in himself as well.

“Even though I drive you crazy?” A sly smile crept onto Shawn’s face.

“If you make me crazy, then I don't ever want to be sane.”

***

It was crunch time. There was only a week left before the pay-per-view and Bret needed to ramp up his training. He was glad that he and Shawn had made up, even though there were still some unspoken hiccups they hadn't discussed. Bret hadn't yet apologized for being unwilling to drop the belt to Shawn all those weeks ago.

There was only so much that words could do, though. Bret knew the best way to prove that he thought Shawn would be a great champion, was to put him over. He’d done it before with others, he could do it again. This time, tenfold.

“You’re getting up slower, go again,” Jim coached, diligently.

Bret tried not to wince as he got up and ran the ropes again before throwing himself into a breakfall. It was the most basic of wrestling skills, but it was one that had to be maintained. He was sweaty and his heart rate was through the roof; they’d been at it for over thirty minutes.

The work never stopped. Even though he finally had a few days at home before hitting the road again, he couldn’t lose sight of the end goal. That’s how Bret ended up training on a rest day at his in-home ring in the basement; it was his very own version of The Dungeon.

Shawn offered to come back to Calgary with him, but Bret insisted he go home and rest. They both had time off after the pay-per-view and Bret promised to show Shawn his home after. As excited as he was for that, it felt very far away. Bret’s main focus was making sure he performed well enough to make sure Shawn looked good in their match.

“C’mon Bret, don’t lose focus,” Jim said as he leaned against the turnbuckle, watching Bret run from one end of the ring to the other.

He kept going for what felt like forever, his lungs were burning and his body ached, but it was a feeling he loved. After that, they ran drills and talked through the match. With Shawn, Bret was able to think on the fly, but he didn’t want to do that for such a big match so they agreed on certain big spots to practice while at home.

Jim did his best to fill in for Shawn, but with his big size, there were just some things they couldn’t practice together.

”Tell me how you did it,” Jim nudged Bret in the ribs as he wiped the sweat off his face with a rag.

“Did what?” Bret huffed, rubbing the area where Jim had jabbed him. His brother-in-law never realized his own strength.

”How an ugly mug like you managed to snag someone like the Heartbreak Kid?” Jim teased.

Bret scoffed as he grabbed a nearby water bottle, “Says you, you look like a bulldog.”

Jim shrugged, “It got me your sister.”

Bret didn’t get the chance to jab back because his phone started to ring from upstairs.

”You’re so lucky,” He said, pointing a menacing finger in Jim’s direction as he got out of the ring and ran up the stairs.

He barely made it to the phone in his kitchen before it stopped ringing.

”Hello?”

There was a beautiful raspy voice on the other line, “Hey, Bret.”

His knees could buckle every time he heard Shawn say his name.

“Everything okay?” He wasn’t expecting Shawn to call.

”Yeah everything’s fine, just thinking about the match.”

Bret leaned against the counter, figuring he might be there for a minute.

”Me too, you nervous?” He asked.

Shawn scoffed, “No, I’ve never been nervous a day in my life.”

It was very obvious that Shawn was mortified, but Bret knew now wasn’t the time to tease him, “You’re going to do great, baby.”

“We’re gonna do great,” Shawn corrected.

”Yes, of course,” Bret took a moment to think about his words, “You’re going to be an incredible champion.”

He was met with silence on the other line.

”I mean it,” Bret continued, hoping he hadn’t scared Shawn, “You were meant for this.”

“Bret, can I tell you something?” Shawn’s voice had gotten quieter.

“Of course,” Bret mentally prepared himself for the worst.

There was a longer stretch of silence. Bret could feel his palms starting to sweat at the anticipation. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Shawn spoke, “I think I’m in love with you.”

It was a good thing after all, wasn’t it? Bret felt his mouth go dry, unsure how to respond he immediately began to stumble over his words, “I- um- Shawn that’s-“

”It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know, it’s been eating at me. I’ll see you in a few days, okay?” Shawn sounded like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Before Bret could respond, the line clicked.

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 5 - Ice Skating with Hunter and Omega

Warnings: None

A/N: I really like the photos for this one 😂

“Wow, look at her.” Omega pulls her brother down so that he can see what she’s looking at.

Or who. It’s as if every nerve ending in Hunter’s body stands at attention. He can hear your heartbeat as it beats calmly as you glide on the ice, skating like no one is watching, despite the crowd of people also using the skating rink.

As soon as you glide right by him and Omega, he smells you and it takes everything in him to not close his eyes and moan at the smell of vanilla and warmth. It’s a very homey smell that makes him nostalgic for something he’s never known before.

“She’s really good.” Omega practically has stars in her eyes.

“She is, isn’t she?” Hunter smiles.

“Do you think I can get that good?” She asks, finishing lacing up her ice skates.

“Let’s go see.” Hunter holds his hand out to her and they start to glide on the ice.

The only problem is that Hunter has never been ice skating and despite being really good at pulling stunts, he’s not the most graceful apparently and wipes out almost immediately.

“Hunter!” Omega tries to catch him despite being smaller than him.

Hunter lands with an “oof” and starts chuckling, trying not to be embarrassed.

“Are you alright?” Your voice comes from above him and when he looks up at you from the ice, he feels like he’s looking at an angel, the sun is glowing perfectly around you and suddenly he’s lost his words.

When he doesn’t give you an answer, you get worried and lean down to check his head. “Do you know where you are?”

“An ice skating rink.” He answers.

“Good, and what is your name?” You ask again.

“Hunter.” He smiles.

“Hi, Hunter. I think you’re alright.” You grin.

The urge to tell you how pretty you are is way too strong. You help him up and start to back away a little bit to give him room.

“I’m Omega.” The girl smiles up at you.

“Hi Omega, it’s nice to meet you!” You smile back at her and introduce yourself.

“We’ve never been skating before.” She tells you.

You look at Hunter and he shrugs and nods.

“Well, I can give you some tips if you’d like?” You offer.

“That would be really helpful.” Hunter tells you, appreciatively. “But, I think I’m gonna sit here by the wall and watch if that’s alright.”

“Sure, but only while I teach her. Then, I’m coming back for you.” You wink at him and he goes warm all over as you and Omega carefully skate to the middle where no one is.

Who are you and where did you come from? He can’t seem to look away from you as you teach Omega how to properly skate and carefully.

“Is Hunter your dad?” You ask Omega.

“No, brother.” She replies, focusing on not falling.

“It’s okay to fall. As long as you get right back up.” You tell her, pulling her along a little bit so she can get used to the feel of her skates. “And don’t look down. It’s much easier if you keep looking forward.”

“He’s single too.” Omega grins.

You go warm in the face and laugh.

She takes your advice and within a few minutes has it down as if she was born to ice skate. Once she gets confident enough, she starts to skate in the circle of people.

You glide back over to Hunter, holding your hand out for him. “Come on.”

He looks at your hand, then Omega, then back at you. With a soft sigh, he takes your hand and you lead him out onto the ice. Immediately, he’s trying to not fall.

“Hey. Look at me.” You tell him, trying not to focus on the warmth in your face from noticing just how handsome Hunter is.

“You were uh, really good with Omega.” He makes conversation as you teach him how to keep his balance.

“Thanks, I teach the little kids here during the weekends.” You tell him.

“That sounds nice.” Hunter smiles.

“Thanks. I enjoy it.” You smile back.

“Omega tells me you’re single.” You chuckle.

“Did she now?” He gives her a look and she laughs, knowingly.

“I was thinking maybe after we’re done here, we could go get a bite to eat?” You offer.

He looks at you, a little shocked. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“I’d like that.” He nods, unable to stop smiling for the first time in a while. “We both would.”

TAGS: @grievouus @brynhildrmimi @madameminor @dumfanting @rain-on-kamino @misogirl828 @rexandechosandwich @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @twistedstitcher27 @zoeykallus @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @arctrooper69 @rexxdjarin @agenteliix

[samioli]

hi, I wanted to give you a lil update. So I had messaged you like, almost a month ago because I asked out a guy I had a crush on, and he said he was interested but not right now because of health problems.

so I still don't have a 100% conclusive like, answer of when it will be the right time. but I do believe he is interested. we've hung out a couple of times since the night I asked him out. he is one of my friends and we have done board game days still like our group regularly does. he has given me a couple of hugs and is always very nice and sweet. he has also been texting me more even though he's not good at texting typically.

anyway the reason I write this today is because yesterday we went to the ren faire. It was 6 people total and I drove 4 of us. It was me and him, and then in the backseat my younger brother and one of his friends. my two best friends drove separately. we met up and we mostly stayed as a group but broke into pairs a few times. also, almost all of us were dressed up. I have a pirate outfit I've been perfecting lol.

anyway again getting to the point (I could ramble on with background and setting and stuff forever). I needed help with my corset, and was going to ask my brother but he was a bit busy with his costume. so my sweet lovely big guy crush sees me struggling and offers to help and I swear I was so red I could've just exploded on the spot. like hello, that's my boobs being propped up in this low cut pirate shirt and you're right there helping me and gah. I'm blushing just recounting it tbh!!!

and he was just a huge sweetheart all day. ever offering assistance, making goofy jokes, and just generally being a good guy and a good friend. I am so smitten apparently. we drove back kind of late into the evening, and listened to my playlist until I offered him to play whatever he wanted. he has great music taste and we're constantly sharing with each other. he was excited and it is delightful hearing him lowly singing along to the songs he knows and loves. so I kind of. told him that. and he thought it was sweet and said he liked it when I was singing with him too which like. I'm normal. I'm just glad that it was dark with again how red I must have been from blushing.

as we got close to his house to drop him off, I said "look I have a confession. I think I've been remarkably normal" which is a very funny and normal thing to say. I explained that I was trying not to have my behavior be uncomfortable or put any pressure on him, but I did buy him a flower from one of the wandering flower vendors at the faire and I was hoping that he would accept it. Tati, he was so sweet about this. He was like "for me?" I said "I think you deserve flowers. And yellow ones for some reason remind me of you a bit" so he took when i dropped him off and gave me a big hug and said "thank you for everything today" and looooook. I do think I've been remarkably normal considering he is like. on my mind. a LOT.

anyway, his health stuff is doing a bit better, because he's had some appointments at the beginning of the month. they're still figuring out what to do besides just wait and make sure the worst of the symptoms don't come back again, but the most concerning symptoms went away recently and he felt up to ren faire. plus we sat on like, all the benches to take a break.

my favorite word is apparently anyway, but I will here instead transition by saying I hope you've enjoyed my silly rambling crush story and I hope you're rooting for us as much as I am. I am going to talk to him again about it in like another month and see where things are at and such. but wow. uh, I just really wanted to gush out a lil like 'update' because I appreciate your advice and wisdom when I sent you that ask a while ago. I am still overthinking about it all the time. I kind of love him. If it wasn't obvious heehee. ty for reading

Anon. I'm so so happy to hear this update. I don't really have much to say other than

I'm rooting for you two!!!!

[drops-of-june]

CHAPTER VI: Barracuda

• I don’t own the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Stranger Things (second season) from a Hargrove!Reader POV.

• Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

• You are not allowed to translate/repost inside or outside tumblr this fanfic.

• Sorry if it is too long. Just got carried away

Summary: The relaxing weekend that y/n had hoped for doesn't happen the way she would have wanted it to.

Word Count: 5.3K

CHAPTER VI: Barracuda

Friday turned out to be the most boring day so far in Hawkins. There were only two moments that caught her attention. The first was when classes ended. Y/n, along with Eddie and the rest of the band, were heading toward the parking lot, when they heard footsteps running behind them.

'Y/n/n!' Steve's voice made them turn around. 'Hey, y/n, can I talk to you for a minute?' said Steve, with a mixture of concern and hope on his face. The boys watched the situation carefully, as if they measured y/n’s reaction, and after a few seconds, Jeff spoke up.

'We'll wait for you in the parking lot...' There was some hesitation in his voice, but when y/n nodded at him with a smile, the four of them turned and walked out of the building.

'Sure, what's up?' y/n replied, looking at Steve.

'It's about Nancy. I need your advice... I don't know how to fix things with her.' y/n listened intently as Steve explained the situation. After a moment's reflection, she offered her advice.

'Well... First I should warn you that I'm no expert in relationships, I only dated once and when things got too serious, I ran away.' She joked. 'But I think it's best to be honest. Talk to her from the heart, tell her how you feel and what you really think.' She paused and continued. 'If there's anything that can still be repaired you'll know, but you’ll do only if you talk about it with her.' He was looking at the floor, but listening intently to what she was saying. 'Relationships are a two-way street, and everyone has to do their part...' Steve nodded, trying to understand. 

'Thank you, y/n. I really appreciate your help.'

'You're welcome... Oh, and maybe a peace offering might help... a small detail, maybe some flowers.' She advised, before half-turning away.

'Okay, noted.' 

'Good luck!' she said with a smile before heading for the parking lot.

When she got to where her car was, Eddie and the others were sitting in his van, with the doors open. He couldn't help but ask her:

'So… friend of Harrington's, huh? Don't tell me you even like him?' He asked with a teasing tone, but y/n could tell underneath as well an almost accusatory tone. Y/n shook her head and laughed.

'No, I don't. As for us being friends.... We took a couple of classes together and he seems like a nice kid.' Eddie frowned slightly. He disagrees.

'He's one of the popular ones we told you about the other day… well, at least he was until last year. His friends were jerks to us, especially Tommy H.' Y/n nodded.

'I haven't seen him with Tommy though, but my brother does hang out with him.' The boy she'd met in class and asked for advice didn't seem to be the same as Eddie described. After a few seconds, Gareth interjected, his tone was softer.

'We don't want to get into your friendships, y/n. We just want to keep you in the loop.'

'I understand. And thank you...' y/n said with a smile, as Max climbed into the car. 'See you soon' She waved before climbing into her Impala as well.

***

San Diego, California, April 1981.

The afternoon sun was slowly dropping over the horizon, bathing the neighborhood in a golden glow. Y/n and Billy had just returned from school, and the crisp spring air was filled with the bustle of children playing in the street and the distant cries of seagulls. Y/n, then fourteen, closed the front door behind her and headed for her room, where she hoped to enjoy some quiet after a long day.

Billy followed her quickly, his expression grim.Y/n barely had time to remove her backpack before he began to speak, his tone laden with frustration.

'Y/n, you need to stop hanging out with Molly.' Billy said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Y/n turned to him, surprised by the sudden confrontation. She had only recently met Molly, and she had quickly become one of her best friends, in fact the only girl she talked to at school. Y/n couldn't imagine what she could have done to make Billy dislike her so much.

'What, why?' she asked, trying to remain calm. Billy took a step forward, his face red with anger.

'Because I don't like her attitude. She's a bad influence on you. She's always getting into trouble and dragging you down with her.'

Y/n felt the anger begin to bubble up inside her. Molly was rebellious and somewhat wild, yes, but she was also loyal and fun. Y/n couldn't stand the idea of Billy trying to control her friendships.

'That's not fair, Billy.' She said, her voice rising in volume. 'I don't tell you who you can hang out with, no matter how much I don’t like all your friends.' She took a step forward, lifting her head and looking him in the eye. 'Molly is my friend. You don't get to decide who I can be friends with and who I can't.'

Billy gritted his teeth, his frustration turning to fury.

'I'm just trying to protect you, y/n!' he shouted. 'Is that so hard to understand?'

Y/n's patience ran out. She took a step toward her brother, eyes flashing with anger.

'I don't need you to protect me!' she replied, her voice trembling. 'You know? I live defending you when other people say you're a cretin and in the end maybe they're kind of right.'

Silence fell between them, heavy and tense. Y/n felt an invisible barrier rise between them, something she had never felt so clearly before. Without another word, she turned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

That night, the atmosphere in the house was tense. Neal and Susan noticed the unusual silence between the twins, but said nothing, leaving the siblings to work out their differences on their own. For the next few days, y/n avoided Billy, ignoring his attempts at conversation and immersing herself in her own activities. They had shared a room since they were children, but even y/n had taken her pillow to Max's room and had been sleeping with her sister.

For Billy, the absence of y/n's presence, always so close and supportive, was a hard blow. Pride prevented him from immediately apologizing, but loneliness and remorse began to weigh more heavily on him with each passing day. All he received in reply were monosyllables and onomatopoeias. After almost ten days, he couldn't take it anymore.

One afternoon, when y/n was sitting in the backyard, reading "Firestarter," Billy approached her with a serious expression. Y/n looked up when she heard someone approaching, but when she saw it was Billy, she looked back down at the book.

'Y/n, I need to talk to you,' Billy said, his voice softer than usual. Y/n remained silent, trying to ignore it as she had done during those days. Although it hurt to be fighting with him, she had to make him understand that he couldn't manage her life, Neal already did that too much. Billy took a deep breath, fighting his pride. 'I'm sorry, OK?' he finally said. 'I shouldn't have tried to tell you who you can be friends with. I care about you very much and I just wanted to protect you, but I was wrong in how I did it.' Y/n heard the sincerity in her brother's voice and her anger began to fade. She realized that although his methods had been wrong, Billy was only acting out of concern. 'Come on... Please, I don't like not being able to talk to you.'

'Ok,' she finally said, albeit with a frown. 'I don't like it either'. Admitted. 'I appreciate you caring about me, but I also need you to trust me. We can take care of each other without trying to control our lives.' Billy nodded, relieved that y/n had forgiven him and sat down next to her. 

'I promise to try, Sundance. I don't want to fight you like this again.' Y/n got up and hugged him. 

'Me neither, Butch. I love you. You're the most important person I have, you know that, right? You always will be. No matter how much I get together with other people. No one is going to replace you.' Billy felt calmer at this confession, because it was what really concerned him. The hug sealed their reconciliation, and while they still had a lot to learn about respecting each other's decisions, they both knew that their bond as siblings was stronger.

***

Later, while driving to her job, when y/n crossed the residential area, she saw Steve getting out of his car with some flowers in his hand. The girl assumed that he was about to go see Nancy, but before he could reach the entrance of the house he was going to, Dustin, one of Max's friends, intercepted him, threw the flowers on the ground and convinced him to get into his car. Y/n found the situation strange, but decided not to give it much importance and continued on her way to work.

The rest of the day went by normally, however the only thing she wanted was for the weekend to arrive.

On Saturday morning, Neal and Susan left the house early, leaving the twins to take care of Max. After lunch, when y/n were doing the dishes, someone knocked on their front door. Being the closest to the entrance, she went over to open it. There she found Steve Harrington. If y/n wasn't mistaken, he was also wearing the same clothes from the day before. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, confused.

'I need your help.' He asked, clasping his hands together. His expression was urgent. 'Again.' He added. Y/n looked back at the boy, and in his car she saw Dustin sitting in the passenger seat. 

'Are you babysitting?' she asked, trying not to laugh. After a moment, she began to say. 'Look... right now...'

'Please. I have no one else to ask for help...' He interrupted her. Y/n looked inside the house briefly and walked out, closing the door behind her.

'What do you need help with?' She asked, curious but willing to help him. He was slow to respond, seeming to be looking for an excuse or making up a lie. Finally, he answered.

'You need to help us look for a thing...'

'This is it about Dart?' she guessed biting her lip. He looked surprised.

'You know about Dart? Oh... that makes it so much easier...' He looked relieved. 'Dustin didn't tell me you knew... Well, then... the thing is, he ran away from Dustin again and you'll understand how important it is that we catch him before he eats another cat... or something bigger.' He commented with an awkward laugh. 

'Dustin's toad-rat ate a cat?' she repeated, wide-eyed, unsure if she had heard correctly. Steve froze in place, realizing he spoke too much. 'How...' For a moment, y/n thought he was playing a joke on her, but she didn't feel like he was lying. 

'Uhm... yeah... well... no… uhm… if you don't ask questions it'll be better...' He stammered, nervous. 'So...' Y/n looked at him trying to understand what was going on, but failed. 'Are you going to help us?' he asked, again. Y/n sighed. 

'Wait here.' She said, walking back into the house. She went up to her room and grabbed her jacket and her backpack. Before leaving, she knocked on Billy's bedroom door and when he opened it, she let him know she was going out for a moment. Then she left the house and got into the back seat of Steve's car. Y/n looked at Dustin with narrowed eyes. 'I knew you'd found it.' She accused him, and he looked apologetic. 'You're going to have to tell me what's going on, and for your information, I know when someone is lying.' She clarified, as Steve pulled the car over.

A few minutes passed when Steve stopped the car again. Y/n was still silent, folding her arms, looking a little lost. She knew Steve and Dustin had left a lot of details behind, as some parts of her story didn't seem complete. 

But in summaries, she had been told that Dustin had discovered an interdimensional tadpole in his trash. Said tadpole, it was the same animal she had seen escaping from the video room two days earlier. It was no bigger than a toad. 

But apparently now, it was the size of a french bulldog, and it had eaten Dustin's mother's cat. Will and Mike had warned him that it was dangerous but he wouldn't listen and took it home. Dart grew up, ate the poor Mews, and when Dustin locked him in the shed, the creature escaped by creating a tunnel hole in a wall, but not before leaving some of its skin behind, which meant it had perhaps grown even bigger.

'I think she’s suffering a seizure.' Dustin muttered in horror. Steve, who had climbed out of the vehicle, opened the passenger door, and crouched down to be at her height. 

'Y/n?' He whispered softly.

'I'm fine, I'm just trying to guess if you're pulling my leg or...' She slowly got out of the car as well. 'So the plan is...' It seemed too elaborate to be just a joke. Steve opened the trunk, and there were three buckets of cubed meat in there. Just then, a voice came through the boy's walkie.

'Dustin, It's Lucas, do you copy?' Y/n recognized Lucas’s voice.

'Well well well, look who it is?'

'Sorry man, my stupid sister turn it off'.

'Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped, and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon.' y/n looked at Steve with a frown, gesturing with her mouth the word “He said demogorgon?” and he just looked at her like saying don't ask.

'Wait. What?'

'I'll explain later. Meet us at the old junkyard.’

‘Us? Who's us?'

'And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket. Just be there, stat. Over and out.'

Steve offered the girl a pair of yellow kitchen gloves and then one of the buckets. 

They were going down the abandoned Hawkins train tracks. The ground was covered with leaves, so as they walked along they could hear the sound of their soles against the stones and the crunch of the leaves being stepped on. Steve and Dustin were walking ahead of her. They seemed to be having a private conversation, so she didn't want to intrude. Dustin was looking back and lowering his voice, you could tell it wasn't a conversation he would be having while she was present. However Steve didn't seem to notice and spoke a little louder. 

Trying to give the boy more privacy, y/n pulled out her headphones and her walkman, and played the mixtape she was listening to. 

When she thought about wanting the weekend to come, that's not what she meant. Going about leaving bits of food on the ground to catch a carnivorous wild animal that was running loose in town, accompanied by a child and Steve Harrington. 

A few minutes passed when she noticed Steve had asked her a question. She lowered her headphones, with the music still on. Through them, 'Smoke on the water' could be heard.

'What do you think, y/n?'

'About what?' She asked, taking a few steps closer towards them.

'I was telling Dustin how to impress a girl...' He began to give her context. She opened her eyes in understanding, so it was that kind of talk. She remembered having one with Max a few months back in California. Being there, it made it seem like years ago.

'Ok...'

'So… Is it true that I shouldn't try too hard?' The younger one asked, as he threw a piece of meat on the ground. 

'Uh-huh... I guess. It's best to just be yourself.' She admitted.

'So talking about the things I like is okay?'

'No.'

'Yes,' Steve and y/n said at the same time. He looked at her with a frown.

'Look… we… people… we're all different. If you have to find someone to be with, the best thing to do is to show yourself as you are, and be accepted that way.' Steve seemed to want to counter-argue, but he kept silent, also listening to what she was saying. 'If it's meant to be, it will be. And if it's not... well. The right person will come along at some point.' There was silence for a couple of minutes, until the boy broke it.

'Have you found it? The ideal person? Have you... fallen... in love?' She took a while to answer. 

'There are different kinds of love...' She took the silence as a cue to explain herself. 'There's the love you have for your family. The one you feel for a friend... you also can both love each other, but it's not meant to be. It's not the right person... Do you understand?' She asked.

'Not really... if you both love each other then why...?'

'I have a friend in California. Sam. We dated for a while but...' She sighed. 'It didn't feel... right. I didn't feel...'

'The electricity?' Dustin asked, genuinely curious. Y/n laughed.

'I guess you could call it like that. Yeah.' She nodded. 'I didn’t feel the electricity. Think of it like we're puzzle pieces.' 

'They don't all fit together no matter how much they seem to...' He understood. He looked far too distressed for his age.

'Either way... couples are overrated. It's too complicated for your age.' She said.

'That's what I told him!' Steve agreed, and the three of them laughed. 

***

San Diego, California, September 1980.

On a sunny fall afternoon in San Diego, y/n and Sam were walking along the boardwalk, the salty ocean air enveloping them as the waves gently broke on the shore. y/n had been thinking for days about what she was going to say, and her heart was pounding. She loved Sam, but she felt like something didn't fit, like a puzzle piece that couldn't find its place.

They stopped by a railing, looking out at the horizon where the sun was beginning to descend. Sam, tall and easy smiling, noticed the restlessness in y/n's eyes. 

‘Are you okay?’ he asked, taking her hand. His touch was warm and soft. She brought his hand to her cheek and closed her eyes. She had grown so accustomed to his closeness and the smell of his skin that the gesture was reassuring.

They had agreed to be honest with each other. She wanted to tell him what was on her mind but she didn't want him to get hurt either. 

‘Sam, there's something I need to talk to you about,’ she said in a shaky voice. She took a moment to find the right words. Finally, she gathered her courage and said it quickly, as if she had to pull a band-aid off a wound that needed to breathe. ‘I love you, but... not the way I should if this was going to work out in the long run.’ Sam frowned, worry filling his face. 

‘What do you mean, y/n?’ Y/n sighed, releasing his hand gently. 

‘Look, you're one of the most important people to me. We've been friends for so long, and when we started dating, I thought maybe it was the right thing to do. But, it isn't. I care a lot about our friendship, and I feel like if we keep going on like this, we'll end up hurting each other.’ Sam looked down, processing her words. 

‘Is it because of something I did? Or is there someone else?’ Y/n could tell the pain in his voice, and shook her head quickly. 

‘No, no, no, Sam. It's not because of someone else, or something you did. It's just...I don't feel the right way. I can't keep pretending everything's okay when I know deep down it's not.’

Sam sighed, taking in the situation. He knew y/n was right, even if it hurt.

‘I guess I always knew that, on some level,’ he admitted. ‘Maybe not for the same reason you do, but...I like being with you, y/n. I don't want to lose you.’

Y/n smiled, though her eyes were filled with tears. 

‘You're not going to lose me. We'll always be friends, always. But you deserve to be with someone who loves you the way you deserve. And I just… I'm not that person.’ Sam nodded slowly, leaning in for a hug. 

‘I understand, y/n. And, thank you for being honest.’ They held each other for a long moment, letting the sound of the waves and the sea breeze wash over them. 

As they pulled apart, y/n felt a mixture of relief and sadness. She caressed his cheek gently, as if she feared he was going to break. 

‘Are we still friends?’ she asked, with a small smile.

Sam smiled back. 

‘Always, y/n. Always.’

***

The Hawkins junkyard stretched out before them like a rusted and twisted labyrinth. Under the cloudy sky, the piles of abandoned vehicles stood like monuments to a forgotten past, their bodies corroded and moss-covered. A cold, biting wind blew through the place, echoing the sounds of metal clashing against metal, a somber wail amidst the desolation.

They walked cautiously along the narrow dirt paths, dodging puddles of stagnant water and scattered car parts. Sheet metal, wood, old mirrors, all piled up on the sides of rusted cars. Everything screamed a call for a tetanus shot. With every step, the crunch of debris under their feet broke the silence. The long shadows of the stacked cars created natural hiding places, perfect for anyone - or anything - that might lurk among the scrap.

The air smelled of rust and old gasoline, a pungent mixture that made your nose wrinkle. The dim light of dusk filtered through the cracks and gaps, casting eerie patterns on the floor. In one corner, a rusty old crane stood like a silent guardian of the junkyard, its dangling arm swaying slightly in the wind.

They came to a crossroads where the cars formed an almost perfect circle, creating a kind of metal amphitheater. It was the heart of the junkyard, and in front of the main entrance, a school bus barred the way. 

It was a scene of orderly chaos, y/n felt it was a good strategic location for what they had planned. 

The three emptied what was left in their buckets into a spot on the ground, leaving a small pile of meat in plain sight, perfect as bait.

'I said medium-well!' someone shouted, causing the three to look over. Lucas and Max were on the other side of the junkyard. When Max saw y/n there, she seemed to turn paler than she already was.

'Who is she?' Steve asked.

'I'm going to kill her.' Muttered y/n, and began to walk, striding over, heading straight for her younger sister.

'What are you doing here, Billy let you come?' Seeing what the girl opened her mouth a couple of times without a sound, y/n opened her eyes in surprise. 'You ran away?'

'I... well...'

'It's my fault.' Lucas said, excusing her.

'I'll talk to you later.' She replied, pointing a finger at him. 

'Maxine Mayfield...' She only addressed her sister by her full name when she was really in trouble. 'Do you know what time it is?' She looked at the floor, y/n never used to get angry. 'What if Neal and your mother come back and you're not there? What would we have to tell him? What would Billy have to tell him?' she asked, serious.

'I didn't think about it...' She mumbled apologetically. y/n took a breath and rubbed her forehead to calm herself. At that moment, Steve appeared at her side, and looked at the situation as if sizing up the waters.

'Uhm... we must hurry, there aren't many hours of daylight left.' He commented, indicating that it was important.

'I'm not done yet.' y/n said to Max, before turning away. 

After half an hour of work, they managed to clear some of the ground for a better view, and covered all the windows of the bus with sheet metal and scraps. 

The old school bus rested quietly under the starry sky. Inside, y/n, Steve and Dustin waited holding their breath, the air thick with anticipation and nervousness. Up on the roof of the vehicle, Lucas and Max stood alert, watching the dark horizon intently.

Steve, he seemed fidgety. He was fumbling with the cigarette lighter, casting flickers of light that dimly illuminated the interior of the bus each time the flame flared, bored. After a moment, his gaze fell on y/n, who was staring at a dented soda can on the floor.

'Everything okay?' He asked, seeing her very quiet. She nodded. 

'I'm just analyzing the situation. I'm, on a dirty bus, with Steve Harrington and three kids trying to lure a...baby demogorgon...with meat, then set it on fire.' She pointed. 'Am I missing something?' He laughed. 

'No... I think that's a good summary...'

'Dustin... by one of those coincidences... that... Dart thing...' When the boy looked at her, y/n could notice a gesture akin to exasperation, as if preparing to give an explanation to an adult who isn't going to understand. 'He's not going to have two baboon heads and be five meters tall, isnt he?' 

'How do you know... do you play D&D?' He looked surprised. Steve rolled his eyes.

'Great, one more nerd.' y/n punched him in the shoulder lightly though she wasn't offended.

'Yeah. I had a party with a group of friends back in California. Chaotic good, high elf bard, level 17.' She explained. Dustin looked impressed and gave a nod of approval.

'I like her.' He whispered towards Steve with a smile. 'And... no... not really, but...' Just then a sort of roar was heard that made y/n's skin crawl, even though she wasn't someone who was easily startled. She loved horror movies.

The three of them ran to look through the small crack that was left open in one of the windows, trying to see something. The autumn fog that covered the ground, didn't help too much to see clearly.

'You see him?' Dustin asked.

'No.' Steve replied.

'Lucas, what's going on?'

'Hold on!' 

'There.' Said y/n, pointing to their left. 

'I've got eyes! Ten o'clock!' Screamed, Lucas.

'Yes, we saw him!' 

'What's he doing?'

'I don't know.'

'He's not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?' Asked Steve.

'Maybe he's not hungry?'

'Maybe he's sick of cow.' Steve said. Before they could understand what he meant and what he was about to do, Steve got up and headed for the exit.

'Steve? Steve, what are you doing?'

'Steve, aren't you thinking...' y/n began to say, incredulously. Steve tossed her the lighter and picked up his bat.

'Just get ready.' He said, before walking out. Dustin and y/n walked over to the window rapidly to watch. Steve was advancing towards the trap, swinging his bat to get the creature's attention. Max came back down towards them, through the airlock.

'What's he doing?'

'Expanding the menu.'

'Uhmm... Dust...' Y/n said urgently, having noticed something in the darkness. A shiver ran down her spine. 'Didn't you say it was just one?'

'What do you mean?' He asked approaching the window, at the same time Lucas shouted from the roof, surely having seen the same thing as the girl.

'Steve, watch out!' y/n climbed up the ladder with haste, and standing on the roof of the bus looked around. 

'They're to his left and to his right.' Lucas murmured to her, but that wasn't what she was looking for. After finding what she wanted, she poked her head through the airlock and tossed the lighter to Dustin.

'Take charge, I'll be right back.'

'y/n!' Max shouted, trying to stop her, but she quickly got up and with agility stepped off the bus from the side, noiselessly. Although she didn't know the place, if there was one thing that didn't fail her besides her instinct, it was her memory. She guided herself around the grounds until she found what she was looking for. It was leaning against one of the abandoned cars. 

'Three o'clock! Three o'clock!' Lucas shouted to Steve, and Steve managed to see what was surrounding him. Steve almost dropped the bat when he felt a tug on the back of his jacket. 

'Get behind me' Y/n muttered, and he obeyed. They were both covered by a full-length mirror, and began to step backwards, heading back towards the bus. 'Slow down,' she warned, as she held the frame with both hands, and glanced to the sides. The creatures looked confused for a few moments as they saw that their prey had 'disappeared'. 

'Run!' Luke warned them as they were halfway, just in time when one of the animals appeared from their right side. As it came running towards them, Steve raised his bat and delivered a hard blow to its chest, throwing it a couple of feet. They both looked at each other and nodded their heads . At the same time, y/n dropped the mirror and they began a run to the vehicle. Once safe, they closed the doors behind them. One of the creatures managed to stick his head in and y/n got a closer look at him. It didn't have two baboon heads, but it was just as scary. 

She hit the creature with the heel of her boot, just hard enough to knock it back so that Steve could cover the entrance with a metal plate.

'Shit!' The animals began clawing at the door, trying to get in.

'Are they rabid or something?' Asked Max, scared.

'They can't get in! They can't!'

'Are you crazy, what was that thing out there?' Max asked, pulling at her sister's jacket.

'A mirror.' Steve explained, catching his breath. 'I don't know how but it distracted them enough. It was a good idea.'

'Mirror image.' Dustin muttere, referring to one of the elf skills in D&D. 'Nice play.' y/n, who was with her hands resting on her knees, also catching her breath, gave a thumbs up without looking at him. Animal growls seemed to come from all directions, they were surrounded. 

They all screamed. Dustin grabbed his walkie and started talking real fast.

'Is anyone there? Mike? Will? God! Anyone!' There was a crash against the door, they were throwing themselves against the bus to get inside. 'We're at the old junkyard, and we are going to die!' 

There was another metallic clang, but this time it came from above. The five of them looked up at the ceiling, and the footsteps of something walking towards the airlock could be heard. Max, who was standing by the ladder, let out a scream when she saw one of the animals poke its head through the entrance. Y/n and Steve ran to the children, to cover them.

‘Out of the way! Out of the way! You want some?' Steve muttered, raising his bat. Y/n moved the kids to the other side of the bus, shielding them. 'Come get this!' 

Another distant roar broke the silence outside, and y/n sincerely thought they were going to die there, however, instead of more creatures appearing, the one on the roof came down from the bus. 

They waited for a minute, listening carefully, and when they heard nothing, they cautiously exited the vehicle. Steve and y/n got off first. 

'What happened?' Lucas asked.

'I don't know.'

'Steve scared 'em off?' Dustin asked.

'No. I don't think so...' y/n said, watching as one of those creatures went into the woods. Steve thinking the same as her, continued, turning around to look at the kids.

'They're going somewhere.'

[masterqwertster]

For the noticing trauma prompts... if you don't mind, 37. “Your health, safety, and wellbeing take precedence over everything else.” with Fy'ra and the Crown Keepers?

A nice pick for Fy're Rai given her whole protector schtick. Also that she saw her sister she's been searching for at the end of EXU: Kymal. Prompt

Fy'ra Rai stares contemplatively at the two halves of the tigerstone.

"If you need to go back, we won't stop you," Dorian offers into the silence, startling her.

"No. No, it is fine. If she has made it this long, I am sure she can last long enough for this business to conclude. I would see to the safety of all of you first," she resolutely says.

"We could do both. It's not like any of us have much of a plan besides trying to pay off Cyrus's bounty. Which we- well, he and I, at least- would need to get back to Marquet to do that. And it's entirely possible that if we take long enough to get back, the bounty may drop on its own, or the real culprits could be found. So really, we've got time for another adventure or two," Dorian explains in a ramble.

"I appreciate the offer to help, but my sister is my problem. I will handle her myself," Fy'ra Rai proudly states.

"Okay," Dorian softly acquiesces. "Just one last teeny tiny bit of advice: Family is blood," he gestures to Cyrus snoring away, "but it's also the people that choose you and that you choose in return," and he gestures to the rest of the Crown Keepers, Opal and Dariax and Morrighan and himself. "So if it's family business, you can include us."

"Thank you, little brother. But this is between Fy'ra Kai and I," she gently yet stubbornly insists.

Fy're Rai is sure, the Crown Keepers will be safest if they are kept away from the firestorm that reunion is sure to be. And that is what matters when it comes to her new family: their safety.

[thewritersplace]

WTW Valentine's Week | Storge | Love Between Family

Didier Delacroix & Senka Slavkov (b. Deirdre Delacroix)

👑👑👑

“I am with you, sister.” Didier said, his hands folded behind his back. “I am with you always, until the end of time.”

Senka looked up at her brother. Her hands, which had lay flat on the table, were trembling ever so slightly, though the rest of her remained still and poised. In her eyes, though, there was fear, and trepidation. She had never been confronted with something like this before, and didn't quite know how to face it — especially not without her husband, who up until now had been the person she turned to whenever she was facing something daunting, or unnerving. 

“I know I am not your husband, and thus cannot offer the same support, but I will do all that I can to help you.” Didier continued, and slowly walked over to her. Once he was by her side, he held out a hand, and gave her a small smile. 

“...Thank you.” Senka said softly, and placed her hand in his. 

Didier’s smile widened a little. “There is no need to thank me. You are my sister, and I am your brother. If there comes a day when I do not or cannot help you, then may God strike me down dead.” 

“Oh, please don’t say that.” Senka said, and Didier bowed his head in apology. 

“My deepest apologies, sister. I did not mean to upset you. I only meant to convey my sincerity, and my commitment.” 

Senka sniffled, then gave him a small, relieved smile, and wrapped her arms around him.

Her grip was tight, but Didier held her close all the same, and made sure his grip was just as tight in turn — so she would feel the strength and security that he knew she so desperately needed. 

One of the things Senka had always loved and appreciated about her brother was his uncanny ability to know exactly what she needed at any given moment. Be it a piece of sound advice, a witty remark to make her laugh, a hug or a firmly held hand when she was upset, a patient and kind ear when she had something on her mind, or something more actionable — such as defending her from negative commentators, or punishing those who had or would bring her harm. 

“We will find him, Deirdre.” Didier promised, running a hand through her dark hair. The use of her birth name had been a conscious decision on his part, as he had wanted not only to convey his sincerity once again, but also to bring her some comfort. “Even if it takes years, decades, centuries. We will find him, and we will bring him home.” 

“Thank you, brother.” Senka’s words were whispered into the quiet air, and floated up to his ears with the help of the small breeze that blew through ajar bedchamber windows. “Thank you.” 

Didier stroked her hair again, then stilled his hand on the back of her head, and looked out the window. The sky was clear, and dusk was falling. It was a serene moment, and it made him hate the universe all the more. The world was quiet, peaceful, and filled with beauty, while his sister was standing wrapped up in his arms in her bedchambers, heartbroken over the disappearance of her husband, and filled with endless worry that she may never find him again. It was cruel, really, that the world around them could go on as if nothing was different, as if nothing had changed. “I will find you.” Didier said quietly, a darkness crossing over his features. “I will find you, you bastards, you despicable creatures. I will find you and rain hell down on all that you know and love. I will find you and punish you for what you have done to my sister. You will never know peace, or love, or joy again. You will never know anything but blood, and darkness, and agony, and you will know them well. You will live them, you will become them. You will suffer so greatly that you will wish you were dead, but even that smallest of mercies will be denied to you. You will live a life worthy of the fires and punishments of Hell, though even that is too nice a place for the likes of you. You, and your wretched, miserable souls.” 

Senka, who had heard every word Didier had spoken, smiled to herself, and held him just a little tighter. To have a brother such as him — who would voluntarily drench his soul in blood and darkness to ensure that she would have what was hers again — was something that she would always be eternally grateful for. 

Didier, who felt his sister’s grip tighten just slightly, pulled himself out of his dark thoughts, and smiled down at her. She truly was the one bright spot in his life, and he would do all he could to keep that brightness from fading — including venturing down a path of blood and darkness. After all, if he could not do what needed to be done in order to make her happy again, then he could hardly call himself a brother.

[league-of-sam]

As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL

Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader

CHAPTER EIGHT

Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

As Grim as the Reaper: Masterlist

Standing atop the building as the sun set, you looked over the city of Urzikstan. 

After liberating the airbase, it was quiet...peaceful.

It looked beautiful.

"You have a really beautiful country, Farah." You spoke quietly.

The two of you, being the only women, had been killing time and getting to know each other better between updates from Laswell and the other liberation forces on ground. You'd found that you had a lot in common, and it was bonding you well.

Farah was a woman you would want in your corner; strong, beautiful, courageous. A natural born leader.

"Thank you, Reaper-"

You stopped her, pulling your mask down to offer her a smile, "Call me (Y/N), please."

It almost felt wrong that you were coming across as distrusting, when she'd saved your life earlier that day. So you showed her your face, and gave her your real name. She seemed to appreciate your openness, flashing a wide smile back at you before going back to rolling her cigarette.

"May I ask why you wear that?"

"To keep my family safe. Hides my identity enough that they can't be linked to me. Which I've found was a smart thing to do, when your brother is Captain Price." 

She laughed, then, shaking her head, "I thought you seemed familiar. I think it is the accent."

"Yeah, it's not very subtle, is it?" You laughed back.

Your conversation was interrupted by the crackling of the radio, Farah's forces confirming that AQ had taken over the hospital, and were using the civilians there as human shields to protect someone, or something.

You stood watching the streets below, as Alex and Farah spoke.

"Where will you go when this is over?" Farah asked him.

He sighed, hands moving to rest on his vest, "Wherever they send me." 

"You don't choose?"

"Not exactly." Alex scoffed. 

"Well, you're a brave man, Alex."

You stifled a chuckle as you saw his cheeks redden, and he cleared his throat, "Uh, yeah. Thanks, cuz."

"Rest up." Farah smiled, "Tomorrow is a big day."

"What about you and your men?" He asked.

"We'll be here until sunrise." Farah said, taking her position and raising her sniper to her eye. 

It was silent for a moment, you looking between the two of them as Alex stared at the back of Farah's head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'll cover the open corner."

Farah turned, raising an eyebrow to you as you both watched him do exactly that. Squatting down in the dust and resting his gun on the broken bit of wall in front of him.

She smiled, and turned back to her weapon.

"Is he always like that?" She whispered to you.

You giggled, standing up and brushing off your trousers, "Unfortunately, yes, but you get used to it."

With that, you left her to her thoughts, not missing the way she looked back to Alex and smiling to herself once more.

How cute.

You made your way over, kicking a few rocks out of the way to clear a nice area for you to set up next to him.

"Hey, Casanova." You nudged him as you sat down. "Here's a wee bit of advice, best friend to best friend - maybe don't refer to the women you'd like to sleep with as 'cuz'." 

You snorted as you used your fingers to imply air quotes around the word, still in disbelief that he was this incapable of flirting.

He groaned, rolling his head back on his neck, "Yeah I know- wait I don't want to...oh fuck off, angel. God, I sounded like a jackass..."

"Yes, yes you did. But I reckon you're well in there."

"You think?" He said, and the hopeful tone in his voice melted your heart.

"Oh yeah. She likes you."

You wiggled your brows at him, and he pushed you away playfully, the two of you giggling like schoolgirls.

But Farah was right, tomorrow was a big day, and you needed rest.

Tomorrow, down goes the Wolf.

Dust and smoke billowed around you in the town, being kicked up and disturbed by the various vehicles zooming around you.

You sat in the tailgate of a truck with Hadir, Farah, and Alex, waiting on the support that Laswell was sending you.

"Echo 3-1...?" A voice said.

"Call me Alex."

You turned, seeing a group of marines approaching you. A group you'd come to know very well over your time in the US; the Demon Dogs.

"Sergeant Griggs," You spoke, dropping down in front of the man, "You and your Dogs are the best Laswell had to offer?"

"All day, Sergeant Price. Didn't expect to see you here, gorgeous." He flirted, "Commander Graves know you're here?"

"I don't report to Phillip Graves." You rolled your eyes with a smile.

This made Griggs chuckle, "Nah, but he sure is protective over you. Think he might have a thing for you."

"I'll say." Alex butted in, causing you to elbow him in the side.

Griggs smirked, and then turned to Farah, "No locals on this one. Not my call."

With a hand to her shoulder, you bid goodbye to Farah, before being pulled forward, taking up the left side of Griggs, Alex on the right.

"Demon Dogs, time to take this shit to the fan!" Griggs called, rallying up him men.

You laughed as they whooped and jeered around you, making perfect formation as you swept through the streets. 

You and Alex were set on disarming the wire traps that had been scattered around in an attempt to slow your ascent on the hospital. IEDs blew around you, bullets raining from above as the AQ did everything they could to stop your assault, but they were no match for Reaper and the Demon Dogs.

You were just too damn good.

Fighting through the streets, you made it to the house at the end, where the rest of the AQ were hiding, shooting down at you from their heights.

"Get up there, Echo. Show us how it's done!" Griggs called.

With a nod to Alex, the two of you leapt forward, breaching the doors and swiftly cleaning house, moving controlled and in sync, like you'd always practised in training. 

Descending back into the street, the rest of the team had arrived, marching through with a convoy of tanks and other machinery in tow. 

This is the closest you'd been to a warzone since your last tour of Afghanistan, and the thought made you shiver, a sharp sting from your side being triggered.

"Nicely done, Reaper." A hand slapped your shoulder.

"Did ya expect any less of me, Griggs?"

"Never."

With the air support and tanks in tow, it took no time at all to push to the hospital, clearing out the AQ for a clear path to the lobby. It seems that, no matter how many bodies you downed, more just came flooding out.

Whatever was here was essential to their cause.

Alex burst through the doors into the ward ahead, leading you and the Marines through the halls. You were actively pulling frightened civilians to safety, pointing them in the direction of your awaiting allies outside. 

"No sign of the Wolf!" Griggs called out as you began climbing the stars to the second floor.

"They're tryna keep us away from something." Alex spoke, turning to check that you were still right behind him.

"That's for damned sure." You answered.

You moved through the rooms, the groans and moans of injured civilians surrounding you as you passed them, discarded on the beds as if they meant nothing.

Farah was right - these forces had no regard for human life whatsoever.

Continuing to fight through, you made it to the end of the corridor, where a room was chained off. Setting a snakecam, Alex was able to look through, finding the Wolf holding two of Griggs' men at gunpoint.

An execution video.

Vaulting through the window, you crouched in an effort to silence your movements, leading the way around and through the next window, which lead to the back opening of the room.

"In here." You whispered, moving in.

"Demons set. Take this animal alive, Alex. Don't shoot him, get him on the ground."

As Alex moved in front of you, grabbing hold of the Wolf, you jumped up raising your gun to the two other AQ soldiers in the room. They raised theirs just as fast, and the popping of gunfire and the breaching of the doors made your ears ring.

But, with the help of the Marines, you got the Wolf.

"You good, Alex?" Griggs asked, stepping past you to him.

"Good, Griggs." Alex nodded, "Omar Sulaman, you are now in custody of Special Operations Force. Do exactly as you're told, or you're a dead man."

"Hell yeah." Griggs spoke, zip tying the man's hands behind his back.

You moved to step forward, but doubled over, a searing pain shooting through your side and your shoulder. You hissed, hand coming to rest over the place where your scar was, only when you pulled it back, all you saw was red.

So much red.

You began to wobble, head feeling light as you watched it drip from your body onto the floor.

"Uh, A-Alex?" You stuttered out as you looked up from your hand.

He turned, confused, handing the Wolf over to Griggs. 

The second he saw you, his heart stopped. 

Crimson blood dripped from your hand, what he could see of your face was paling rapidly, and the way in which the stain on your shirt grew sent shivers down his spine.

Not you, not now.

"No no no!" He yelled, diving for you just in time to catch you as you dropped, no longer able to keep yourself upright. "No no, baby, no. C'mon (Y/N), no you're okay. You're okay."

"A-Alex, f-fuck ow- it hurts it hurts."

"I know, angel, I know- shit!" He yelled, blood now pooling onto the floor around you, "Griggs, damn-it someone get Laswell! We need EVAC now!"

The men around you burst into action, some splitting off to secure the Wolf, while others called around, desperate to get you aid.

Griggs knelt down, using his own medi-kit to try and slow the bleeding as much as possible, but as soon as he placed down the white fabric, you bled through it.

"Watcher this is 3-1! Reaper is down, I repeat Reaper is down we need medical now!" Alex yelled through the radio

"Echo 3-1 this is Watcher, medical evac deploying now, ETA 7 minutes."

"You hear that, angel? 7 minutes, can you hold on for me? You can do that, yeah?"

You nodded vigorously, wincing as he pressed his hands into your wound, desperate to stop the rapid flow of blood.

"It's c-cold, Alex. M'cold-d."

Alex shook his head, moving to place yours in his lap, "No, no, it's alright, you're alright. Help's comin'."

He smoothed your hair, pulling your mask away from your face so you could breathe better, his other hand still firmly placed over your wound. Your eyes were slipping closed, and he knew he had to keep you awake.

"Stay awake for me, (Y/N). Hey, hey- remember you being scared of heights? Tell me about it."

You coughed, blood spatting onto your face as you tried to laugh, "D-don't like...fell o-out a big tree when I was... a-a kid. Hurt a l-lot."

He chuckled, it wasn't exactly the story he expected, but it was keeping you distracted. Keeping you alive.

"No more trees for you then, yeah?"

"Alex, EVAC is 3 minutes out- get to the roof now!"

With the help of the marines around him, he managed to get you onto a bed, wheeling you through the halls until he burst through the door, dust blowing in the wind of the helo's turbines.

On the roof was the rest of the team, as well as Hadir and Farah, who gasped at the sight of you. 

Everyone watched hopelessly as the medics poured out, pushing them out of the way to help you as quickly as possible. The entire time, Alex didn't take his eyes off you, breathing heavily as his heart pounded relentlessly in his chest even after they'd got you stable.

Not you. He couldn't lose you.

Not his angel.

"She'll be okay, Alex." Farah spoke, a soft hand on his arm.

He nodded, eyes not leaving you as you were wheeled away, "Look after her for me." He said, addressing the marine in front of him.

"Will do, sergeant." 

"Hey, angel!" Alex called to you, and you looked over, a weak smile on your face, "I'm comin' back for you, so you better be alive when I get home."

"Yes, sir." You whispered back.

Gently, you were loaded into the helo, too drugged up to even worry about the flight back.

You were going home, leaving Alex behind to finish the mission.

But at least you were alive.