#let me know if you would like to be removed as well

[rafeslvbug]

bumping into paediatrician!rafe at the store…

you were doing your weekly store run, aurora held on your hip as you pushed the trolley with the other. turning the corner into the fridge aisle, you hardly even noticed as someone placed their hand on your arm - rafe.

he had a protein shake and apple held in one hand, the other carefully removing itself from your arm with a small wave while he moved around your trolley, “hey.”

“hi,” you smiled.

“shoppin’ must get bigger when you’ve got a baby?” he chuckles, eyeing the trolley and the little girl against your hip.

“yeah, but uhm, it was never as small as that,” you tease, glancing down at the two items caged in his fingers.

rafe lets out a laugh, walking alongside your trolley as you resume your shop, “it’s just a lunch break.”

“some lunch, huh?”

“if i didn’t know better i’d say you were looking out for me,” he tilts his head as he looks at you, but you continue to focus on the aisles.

“then it’s good you do know better.”

“right.” he trails off, eyes zoning in on aurora before he remarks, “her eyes look a little yellow.”

“yeah, she’s got jaundice,” you stop for a moment, positioning her better so rafe could see. worry flashes across his face, but you ease it with a, “it’s okay! i did go to a doctor, just my local i didn’t want to bother you.”

then his brows pinch, and he’s looking at you with the slightest hint of betrayal that you can’t seem to decipher. “a local doctor?” he echoes.

you nod carefully. “yeah..isn’t that a good thing? i thought you were meant to go to a doctor..and he did help..”

“it’s a good thing, sure, but you should have come to me, i mean you could have come to me.”

“well like i said, didn’t wanna be a bother,” you reiterated, though he shook his head in return.

“not a bother. i wouldn’t’ve minded,” he murmurs, returning to his inspection of aurora, tongue poking his cheek. “come to me next time okay? what kind of doctor would i be if you couldn’t?” he chuckles, causing you to as well, although you feel the teasing in his tone is to take away from the earlier severity.

“not a great one i guess..” you mumble and he hums before lifting his eyes back to yours.

“yeah, well, she looks healthy, so i guess props to that doc. i gotta go now, but uhm, if anything happens at all, please call. wouldn’t want someone snatching my favourite patient,” he says, flashing a grin to aurora walking back in the opposite direction, albeit reluctantly.

“okay, will do,” you answer, though your voice is lost by the time he’s gone.

it doesn’t matter anyways, be know you’ll call. if you don’t? well he’ll just have to find you again.

[enkays-den]

(hopefully) Final Update! Skizz supports trans rights!

I will let Skizz speak for himself, because he did it pretty dang well, with some highlights courtesy of me

"Hello all, just gonna drop this right here. I wish to clear up some churn over this stream that was just starting to spin a bit out of control, and quickly at that. Simply put, I was feeling really happy and good with the vibes of the stream (As I most often do), and failed to vet a dono msg prior to instantly reading it out loud. The message was centered on my support of the LGBTQ community and more over requesting I explicitly state aloud “Trans Rights”. My response was instant and not totally well thought out. While I do think that there is an unfortunate political dynamic to the LGBTQ community, the word I was actually trying to conjure up was “polarizing”. The reason I’d rather not delve into said polarizing topics is because of what inevitably comes from it. There were several comment threads of people going back and forth at each other over this. Much of which was cordial, some not so much, and all of it not fitting for the comment section of one of my stream VODs. I’ve removed them all because it’s just not the place for it. Obviously I believe in trans rights as we’re all people, every one of us. I just don’t fancy, and never will, being told what to say. It’s not lost on me how stubborn I can be. 😊 There was actually some talk that I’m open to harnessing hate in my community. Not sure where I slipped up to give that impression so let me be crystal clear; hate is not tolerated here and never has been. It literally means nothing to me what one’s take is on any matter. I could agree whole heartedly but if the position is delivered in a fashion designed to cause pain, discomfort or divisiveness on any level, then please take that somewhere else. This is indeed intended to be a safe space. So to that end, if you want to hang out where the vibes are real and the good times continue to roll, well then I’m looking forward to seeing you at the next stream. If you’d rather be a part of the seemingly endless game of disposition ping-pong, I completely respect that but politely request you all meet at another forum to do so. Now genuinely…..genuinely…..be good, be good to each other, and I’ll see you soon."

So all in all, about what I expected, with two notes:

There was some discussion in the youtube comments saying anon shouldn't have paid Skizz to say 'trans rights', and that is fair. SHOULDN'T is a strong word, as Skizz is notoriously bad at reading his chat and this person clearly wanted to be heard and validated. Either way, try not to use donations to coerce content creators to say things like a damn puppet! Not even Joe!

Don't take his attitude of "disposition ping-pong" to heart

Thank you for being kind in the comments. There were a few people that were getting a little spicy in the approach, but I'll choose to believe that those people did not come from my post. Skizz was not actively encouraging hate with his words, but he also didn't acknowledge the harm that inaction can do.

Keep your tone calm and your points reasonable, be resolute in your feelings, and know that you can only state your feelings, not force action. That is the way to keeping these sorts of discussions calm.

If this is all a devastating ordeal, please take this as hopefully the hardest lesson that the content creators themselves are not the safe space: it's the people in that safe space. If Skizz doesn't want to say "trans rights", find people that will scream it for you. Fandoms and cc's will rise and fall, but friendships and bonds can last FAR beyond that. THAT is your home. Your blorbo is simply the 30 posters you glue to the wall.

This is hopefully my final update as Skizz spoke concisely and without any places to hide. DO NOT BLOW THIS UP. I gave him explicit permission to delete my comment because I knew he would have to, and I hold no grudge against him for it. I am happy with his answer. I still love him as a content creator just as much as I did yesterday morning. I'll wish him the happiest of birthdays on Saturday. Rest easy knowing that you have your answer, one way or another

And for those of you that need it:

An anonymous trans donator asked skizz if he'd say a "trans rights" for pride month and he softly shut it down saying "this channel about good times good vibes, and not anything political. I've got nothing against anything, I've driven that home."

I know it's parasocial to be disappointed that a man in his mid 40s considers queer rights a political topic and it doesn't mean I won't watch him but,,,,, I couldn't help but feel my heart sink a little as that played out live. Skizz says he wants to bring happiness, and joy, and that's literally all this person wanted. A firm, no room for doubt affirmation that Skizz sees and cares for his trans fans. I don't think he's transphobic, but I do think he has a misconception about why saying "trans rights" matters, and why it SHOULDNT be political. Pride month exists for the same reason there's a women's month, and a black history month, and a Juneteenth, and a Veteran's Day. We are lucky to be alive, and we're still fighting for our rights to this day, so we need times to just celebrate our continued existence.

And like,,,, I'm sure that he's heard a lot online but the discussion on trans rights is only political because basic human rights are being denied to trans people for no reason other than bigotry. We want basic human rights for all, for trans people, gay people, disabled people, people of color. We want the standard of care the government and its services and the businesses of our country to be better, more accessible, and affordable for EVERYONE, regardless of gender, race, political belief, religion. The fact that THAT desire is a political matter is because politicians keep denying it.

There were also members of his chat that subtlety ragged on the anonymous donator, saying it was "weird" and "cringe". I have no words for them.

I know Hermitcraft is supposed to be a safe space, and a place to get away from the world's problems, but so you know what is counteractive to that? Bigotry. Transphobia. There are so many young queer fans of hermitcraft, and to say that their existence, this one little piece of affirmation isn't allowed, is insulting and disheartening. Good vibes isn't all free speech and being neutral, it's explicitly saying "you are safe here. I see that you are in danger and you are safe."

I will also leave this video here because I think it's important to be firm about keeping bigotry out of your community, regardless if it means you get less viewers or are seen as "political"

[elleaitch22]

Love on Fire

Chapter 2: This is How It Starts

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Sorry! I’ve been gone all day. I had cooking class with my little brother! This will be a slow burn btw, probably slower than Terms of Endearment �� If you have requests for this story or suggestions, please let me know! I might just put them in 😊 Gotta go work on Chapter 15 now! Hope you love it! Love you, bye!! xx Elle

Warnings: Fertility treatment discussion, mentions of medical procedures and an injection

Word Count: 3.1k words

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The car swerved a little.

“What do you mean you’re having a baby?” Paige questioned, getting control of her truck.

Azzi gripped the tray of cinnamon rolls in her lap. “Jesus, Paige.” She muttered.

“Don’t ‘Jesus, Paige’ me, Jazlyn. You didn’t even tell me you were dating anyone.” Paige huffed.

She knew Azzi would find someone else eventually. She’d been preparing herself for this moment since Azzi went on her first date junior year. But still, ten years of preparation and Paige still wasn’t ready.

“I’m not seeing anyone!” Azzi exclaimed. “We’re just getting old, P. I don’t want to be an old mom. I want to be the fun mom who races her kids, so I need to get started.”

Paige nodded, her whole body relaxing a little. “So, how’s this gonna work?”

“Well, my doctor already checked all my levels and stuff, so after I pick a donor, I have to take medicine for a couple days, then they’re gonna do an ultrasound, I’ll get a trigger shot the night before they shoot me up, then I’ll take some pill for a couple weeks, then take a test to see if it worked.”

The car swung into the parking spot, but neither woman moved to get out.

“You told Mom and Pops yet?” Paige asked, brow raised.

Tim and Katie Fudd were amazing parents. They supported Azzi in pretty much everything she did, but they never liked when she diverted from the plan. They hated it when she passed on basketball scholarships to pursue studies in culinary and baking arts. They lectured her when she decided to move thirty minutes away to open her bakery. She knew this wouldn’t be any different.

“Not yet. You know she’s gonna lecture me about doing this by myself.” Azzi sighed. “I know they’re going to be excited eventually, but I don’t want them to try to talk me out of it, especially because it might not even work.”

Paige cupped her knee, “You’re gonna be a mom, Az. Besides, you won’t be doing it by yourself. You know I’m always here.” She swallowed. “I’ll help you pick a donor if you want. You know how indecisive you are.”

The pair giggled.

“I’ll come with you to your appointments. I’ll go get your weird ass cravings in the middle of the night. And you know you can tell my dad and Katie, if you want.” Paige finished.

“You’re my favorite person, Paige Madison.” Azzi smiled.

She climbed out of the car, leaving her tray of baked goods. “Biscoff cinnamon rolls this time. Let me know what they think.”

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Paige carried the warm tray of cinnamon rolls to the kitchen, seeing some of her crew sitting around the table.

“Bucky is here!” Cameron, the EMT called happily.

Her partner, Rickea scrambled over to the blonde, “Whatchu got for us today?”

“I don’t got shit for you, Kea. I’m still pissed.” Paige glared at the woman playfully.

“It was an accident! I didn’t know that was your pasta salad!” She whined, talking about Paige’s lunch she’d stolen the week before.

The tray of cinnamon rolls was plucked from Paige’s hands before she could respond. “What’d your wife make use today, Rook?”

The chief is already removing the foil from the top of the pan. “Biscoff cinnamon rolls today, D. Make sure Rickea gets nothing.” It’s pointless to correct Chief Taurasi; she’d been calling Paige and Azzi wives since Paige’s graduation from the fire academy.

Flau’jae and Ant reach into the pan and pull out rolls, while Steph, Phee, and Stewie pull plates from the cabinets.

“Yo, if you ain’t gonna marry that girl, say something. Because I’ll do whatever she wants if she keep making shit like this,” Anthony tossed to Paige, mouth full.

Jalen came behind him, smacking the back of his head. “Azzi’s a lesbian, Edwards. And even if she wasn’t you’re not her type.”

Paige chuckled at the truth in her best friend’s statement.

Until he opened his fatass mouth again. “Seriously though, P, when are you gonna stop playing with my sis?”

The blonde glared at the traitor. “Shut the fuck up, J.”

“I know you’re not talking, Suggs. Didn’t Hailey have to slide into your DMs?” Stewie questioned.

“Aye, bruh. We not talking about me right now. Besides, my girl got a ring on her finger.” Jalen finished with a smirk.

Paige just rolled her eyes, walking to gym. Maybe she’d be able to process whatever she just signed up for with Azzi while she lifted.

She was halfway through her third working set of bench presses when she heard the door open.

“You good, Paige?” A gentle voice called.

Phee.

Napheesa Collier was Engine 22’s engineer, and she’d worked very closely with Paige until the blonde was moved to Squad 5 last month. Paige loved working with Stewie, Jalen, and Ant on Squad, but she missed her mentor.

“Yeah. Azzi just said some shit today. It’s heavy on my mind.” She reracked her weight, and sat up, breath heavy.

“Wanna talk about it?” Phee questioned, sitting on another bench.

Paige shook her head, “Nah. I don’t know if I’m allowed to yet,” she laughed. “It’s personal, and I don’t know if I’m doing what’s best for her, or if I’m being selfish.”

Napheesa giggled, “Paige, my love,’ she started. “I’ve known you for eight years now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do anything selfish when Azzi’s involved. Your default setting is to make her happy.”

She hadn’t thought about it like that. Obviously, she wanted to be involved with whatever kid Azzi ended up having, but she couldn’t tell if it was to help Azzi or to fulfill her own fantasy of having a family with the brunette.

“You might be wrong this time, Phee. God, I wish I could talk to you about it. You and Stewie always know the right shit to do.” Paige groaned.

Phee laughed against, “Yeah. Because we’re grown ass women who know how to handle our emotions.” She patted Paige on the back, “Just talk to her about it. Whatever it is, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Before she walked of the gym, Phee turned around again. “Let Azzi know those cinnamon rolls were bomb and ask her if she can do a cookies and cream ones next.”

Once Paige was left alone, her mind started racing. She was so happy for Azzi; she always knew the brunette would be the best mom. But she always assumed she would be the child’s other parent. She thought she would have already had the guts to tell Azzi how much she loved her. But she didn’t. And now, she would have to watch from the sidelines. She was going to miss out on the baby’s first ultrasound. First kick. First smile. First roll over. She was going to miss all of it. And she had no one to blame but herself.

But she couldn’t let Azzi go through all of that on her own.

Azzi didn’t deserve that.

She deserved the best.

And Paige was going to be the best for her, no matter what she was feeling for her best friend.

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“I told Paige,” Azzi said, piping a shell border around the cake.

“That you’re in love with her?” Caroline spun around from the cupcakes she was dusting with edible glitter.

Azzi fixed her with a look.

“You can’t blame me for having hope that you might follow through. It’s a compliment!” Her co-owner muttered. “What did she say?”

Azzi giggled. “She looked like she was buffering at first. Thought someone had actually gotten me pregnant. But you know Paigey.” She smiled. “She volunteered to do it all with me.”

Caroline stopped mid-sprinkle, hand hovered in the air.

Fingers with pink fingertips shot out over the cake. “I told you, you idiot. Now you owe me twenty bucks.”

“After I finish decorating this cake.” Azzi rolled her eyes. “Who’s out front?”

“KK and Ice, but Sarah’s out there to keep them in line.”

Azzi loved her surrogate sisters, but they (KK) could be a handful at times.

“So, are you going to let her help you?” Caroline asked after a beat.

Azzi still hadn’t made up her mind. “I want to, I really do. But I’m scared it’s gonna make me love her even more than I already do.” She paused, placing the piping bag down and brushing powdered sugar off her apron. Her voice lowered. “I don’t know if I can handle all that, especially when my hormones are going crazy.”

“I know you won’t believe me, but I’ve been around you guys for years. She’s in love with you too; let her help you, sis.” Caroline urged.

Azzi looked up. “But what if you’re wrong, Carol?” Her voice cracked. “It’ll break me; I love her more than anything. I won’t make it if she doesn’t want to stay.”

Caroline didn’t say anything at first. She just picked up one of the extra cupcakes, handed it over, and said, “Eat sugar. Breathe. Everything will fall into place.”

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The next morning, Paige gets off work, showers, and knocks out. They had six calls over the last 24 hours, and she was exhausted.

On the other side of town, Azzi was waiting on a patient table at Caldwell Fertility.

“Okay, Azzi, you’re going to take Letrozole for the next four days. You might experience some moodiness, headaches, and hot flashes. If you feel like you’re experiencing something out of the normal, go to the emergency room.” Dr. Caldwell stated plainly.

Azzi nodded, cataloging the information in her head.

The doctor droned on. “We will see you back in one week and three days to do an ultrasound to measure the follicle and your uterine lining. If all goes well, you will do your trigger shot the next night, which will be cycle day 12. The next morning, we will inseminate you. You will start progesterone twice daily and test weeks later. Do you have any questions?”

Dr. Caldwell didn’t really give Azzi any time to ask questions. In thirty seconds, she was being ushered to the front to set up her next appointment.

The receptionist gave her a thick notebook. “We’ll see you on Wednesday, July 9 at 10:30. These are the donor profiles. Please make sure your donor is selected by the date of your next appointment.”

Four hours later, Azzi was sitting on the couch, fifty sperm donor profiles spread out around the living room when the front door opened. A tall blonde peeked around the corner, hands toting bags of takeout.

“I brought Hana Hibachi.” She said, raising the bags. “We didn’t really get to finish talking earlier.”

Azzi moved some of the papers off the couch. “Come on. You can help me pick my baby daddy.”

“Woah,” Paige coughed, moving towards the sofa. “I didn’t know you were already that far in the process.”

Azzi picked up the plate that had steak and vegetables, knowing that couldn’t be Paige’s food.

“Yeah, next Wednesday they’re gonna ultrasound me. If everything’s right, I’ll give myself the shot on Thursday night, and they’ll shoot up the club on Friday morning.”

Paige nodded, brows almost touching her hairline. “Okay!” She looked like she was rebooting. “Let’s do it. Have you made any decisions yet?”

“I think I have it narrowed down to ten,” She replied, nodding to the pieces of paper spread out on her coffee table.

“Hmm.” Paige hummed, lowly.

“What?”

“I don’t know, Az.” The tips of her ears reddened. “I just thought…I thought when we had a baby, I’d be more involved.”

Azzi’s breath hitched. “We?”

“You know what I mean,” Paige laughed it off. “Hand me one of those.”

They argue for the next forty five minutes.

“Yeah, he wears glasses, but have you seen toddlers in glasses? They’re so fucking cute!”

“He has a tattoo of his dog, doesn’t seem like he makes the best life choices.”

“And this one has a PhD in astrophysics!”

“Az, he’s 5’4. And you’d probably die if your kid was that much smarter than you.”

“I can’t have a lactose intolerant child, ice cream’s my favorite food, Paige.”

“Yeah, but he has a degree in biochem, his sperm’s probably smart as shit.”

“They can’t have asthma on both sides of the family. The kid’s lungs are gonna be fucked!”

“We can’t have a redheaded baby, Azzi. Can you image your skin tone with red hair?”

After a while, they’d narrowed it down to two.

Donor #53502, or the Golden Retriever as they called him, was a soccer coach with a degree in kinesiology. He was athletic, energetic, and loyal. He was tall, blond, blue eyed, but he had allergies and wore glasses.

Donor #20985, or the Quiet Genius, was going to be a doctor, but he was still in med school. He was also athletic, but he was a thrill seeker. He was soft spoken and gentle. His parents were from India; he had dark hair and eyes.

“I’m thinking the Golden Retriever,” Azzi started. “He just seems right, I guess. What do you think?” She turned to Paige.

Paige read the his profile again and something sour twisted in her gut. He sounded perfect. And completely wrong. He wasn’t her.

Her brows were raised again. “I was thinking the Quiet Genius. He’s quiet; you probably don’t want a child that’s gonna be bouncing off the walls. And he’s really smart, so that can’t hurt.” She paused, “Honestly, I don’t think you can go wrong with either option.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Azzi’s fist was already laying on top of her other hand.

Rock and scissors.

“I win,” Azzi said with a grin, leaning her head on Paige’s shoulder. “Thank you, Paige, thank you for everything.”

“Of course, Princess.” She replied, kissing her forehead.

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The next week passed quickly.

Paige called every morning to make sure Azzi had taken her medicine, apparently, she made a calendar for the month of July and all the fertility-related things.

She went to Azzi’s appointment the afternoon before to make check her uterine lining. Held her hand through all of the discomfort, smile and squeezed her hand when Dr. Caldwell said everything looked great.

“So tonight between 8 and 9, you’ll have to do your trigger shot. You want to aim for an inch or two below your belly button.” Dr. Caldwell said. “Then on Friday morning, you’ll come in a 9 for the insemination.”

“Okay,” Azzi’s voice was high with anxiety. She hated needles. It would definitely be worth it, but she still didn’t want to get a shot.

As they walked out, Azzi’s lips were still turned down.

“Okay, so you’ll come to the firehouse tomorrow night, since I’ll be on shift?” Paige asked, starting her truck.

Azzi turned to her, shocked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I can’t take the rest of the day off; Stewie hardly let me come for the appointment.” She smiled.

Azzi was still confused. “Yeah, I get that. So why am I coming to the station tonight? Are y’all having a dinner or something?”

Paige turned to her, brow raised. “Azzi. You hate getting shots. You’re going to come to the station, and I’ll give it to you.”

Azzi stared at the blonde. The sun was shining behind her head, and she looked exactly like the angel she was.

“You’re the best person I know, P.” She said, cheeks flushed.

Azzi was floaty for the rest of the day. She didn’t even yell at Sarah when she accidentally dropped a tray of cupcakes that she just finished decorating. Not even Carol’s teasing about Paige could bring her mood down.

After the bakery closed and everything was wiped down and mopped, she took the ten-minute walk to the fire station. She smiled, seeing Flau’jae, Anthony, Shai, and Rickea playing basketball out front.

“Bueckers, your girl’s here!” Flau’jae called, as Azzi walked up.

She was met with cool air as she opened the door. “Azzi Ray!” Cam exclaimed. “Come on, I’ll bring you to Paigey.”

“So, have you and Ben finally set a date?” Azzi asked while Cameron dragged her through the firehouse.

“November 22; the Saturday before Thanksgiving. It’ll be cool, but not too cool.” Cam smiled.

The brunette’s smile widened, “I’m so excited for you guys!” She squeezed her friend.

“And here we are!”

Paige was in the weight room doing hammer curls. Azzi giggled. There was a time Paige hated lifting, preferring to play basketball or go running instead.

“I’m here for a shot?” Azzi started. “I prefer vodka or tequila, but I’ll take Pregnyl tonight.”

Paige turned to her beaming. She grabbed the medicine the brunette was holding out to her.

“Let’s go pretty girl.” Paige took her hand, leading her away from the workout space.

They wound up in one of the dorms. Paige dropped to her knees and pushed Azzi’s shirt up. “Hold.”

It wasn’t a request, and Azzi obeyed quickly.

The blonde rolled her leggings down a bit.

She’d held countless needles in her life. On the job, they were just tools.

But tonight?

Her hands shook.

She swallowed, forcing herself to calm down. Azzi was already nervous enough.

She took a deep breath and cleared her mind.

“Okay, I’m gonna wipe and then give the shot. It’s probably gonna burn a little, but remember what you’re getting out of this, okay?” Paige said, looking up at her best friend.

The wipe was cold, and Azzi wasn’t prepared for it.

Paige blew on the spot, drying it.

Azzi’s pulse skittered beneath her skin.

Paige's breath was cool.

Azzi’s hands clenched into fists.

That did irreparable damage to her.

Paige was on her knees.

Paige was looking up through hooded eyes.

Paige blowing just a few inches above her panty line.

Azzi’s thighs clenched involuntarily.

“Okay, on three, alright baby?” Her voice low.

“One. Two.”

“OW!” Azzi gritted through clenched teeth. “You said three!” She whined.

Paige giggled. “It hurts less when you don’t see it coming.”

She bowed her head and whispered into Azzi’s belly.

God, let it work.

Let her be happy.

Let her need me—just enough that I don’t fall apart wanting more.

“Amen.”

A prayer, she was praying.

Tears filled brown eyes.

Caroline was right.

Azzi pulled her shirt back down and stared at the closed dorm door after Paige left.

She wasn’t sure what hurt more — the pinch of the needle or the fact that she wanted to pull Paige back in and ask her to stay. To lie beside her. To press her forehead to her belly again and promise they were a team.

She looked down at her flat stomach, rubbed it softly.

"Please, please work."

[aivylz]

imagine him clinging desperately onto you in a drunken state, putting almost all of his weight onto you as you prayed to gods above to have the strength to carry him at least over to the couch in his place.

you have no idea how he got into this state, let alone be drinking alcohol rather than his usual tea. with two cubes of sugar, of course. but apparently, he must’ve mistaken the alcohol for tea. but that doesn’t matter right now. right now, the only thing that did matter was to let him rest.

here you are, taking care of him. you brought him some cold water, offering your help to let him drink. to which, he stubbornly declined at first but eventually drank two glasses of water just like you urged him to. he’s a good boy, right? before you could go and excuse yourself, his arms was already wrapped around yours as he pulled you onto the seat next to him, mumbling about things like ‘don’t go’ , ‘no, stay with me…’ jeez, when has he ever been this clingy?

you tried to talk to him that you’ll be back, bringing his toothbrush so you can at least make his teeth squeaky clean before letting him of doze off. wait, don’t go asleep yet! thankfully, he managed to push it through as his gaze was making the room spin. moaning and groaning about how he must’ve drank too much to count. for a guy like him, he should be more responsible!

as you went back to him, toothbrush in hand, you spoke to him as if he was a child teaching how to brush their teeth for the first time. he didn’t disturb you, of course, knowing that you were just trying to take care of him.

you offered to change him out of his clothes as well. he teased you about how you just wanted to see him naked, and to you being so done with his drunken bullshit but you just can’t help but laugh at how he still finds humor even if his head was ringing. yep, that’s your man alright.

you moved delicately in removing his clothes, folding them neatly as you threw over his arms a new set of more comfortable and clean clothes. he wasn’t forcing you to do all this, no. he just let you because you find joy in taking care of him, and he feels all so joyful and fuzzy inside knowing he’s being taken care of. seriously, for such a guy like him, you didn’t think he would be so happy when you treat him like he was a pouty and bratty child. still, you loved him regardless.

you brought him a blanket a pillow next, assuming that you can’t carry him to bed as he doesn’t have the willpower to stand up and walk normally until he was sober. he insisted that you should sleep next to him, his arms desperate attached to your wrist until you had to burst his bubble with, ‘no can do. the couch is too small for us!’

oh well, perhaps you can just… move the other couch next to him. it’s not everyday that you find him so vulnerable like this. maybe it’s a little psychotic to wish he was drunk more just so you can see this side of him more often. or maybe you just liked taking care of him. him <3.

; wriothesley, lighter, rafayel, phainon, caleb, marius + your faves .ᐟ

[zablife]

Double Cigarette Occassion

Tommy Shelby x female reader

Tommy Shelby Masterlist

Summary: You and Tommy have an undeniable attraction to one another, but circumstances have always kept you apart. How far would he go to make you his?

A/N: Ty to @runnning-outof-time for this request based on the song "Double Cigarette" by Allan Rayman.

Warning: hint of dark!Tommy

Quickening your pace along the empty streets of Birmingham, your eyes darted cautiously down each narrow alley for the hungry wolves surely lying in wait. Keenly aware that Tommy's protection no longer extended to you, you clutched the beaded handbag concealing your pistol tightly to your body. And with the fear providing ample distraction, you soon found yourself in front of a familiar haunt, the Garrison.

You hesitated slightly before stepping off the curb, wondering if you should have agreed to the meeting after a year of silence between you. It was then that the clouds parted to reveal the eery glow of a blood moon and what should have acted as an omen became an irresistible beacon urging you on.

Elbowing your way through the dense crowd of bodies in the dimly lit room, you found your way to the back where you knew he'd be waiting. As if on cue, a veil of smoke parted to reveal a pair of sharp blue eyes staring back at you and locking you firmly into place where you stood. He'd always had that effect on you and yet you couldn't remember it ever feeling quite so intense.

Your former employer stamped out his cigarette and rose to offer you a chair with uncharacteristic formality. "Thank you for coming," he began cordially, voice smooth and clear despite the smell of whisky on his breath as he lingered behind you to help remove your coat.

As your dress slipped from your shoulder to reveal a patch of bare skin, you gasped, clutching for the fabric anxiously to return it to its rightful place. You knew all too well that Tommy Shelby wasn't the sort of man who enjoyed teasing. However, he refrained from speaking, the lingering warmth of his body heat the only thing exchanged between you.

Staring down at your wedding ring, you began twisting it nervously as you ventured, "What's this about, Tom?"

Plucking a fresh cigarette from the crumpled pack at his elbow and placing it upon his lips, he merely shrugged. "I wanted to see ya again."

"Yes, but why?" you wondered aloud as he offered you a drag, an old habit that never quite died. "You know I'm a married woman now," you whispered on a low breath which he swore was laced with regret.

As he accepted the cigarette from your slender fingers, his eyes drifted from yours and he suddenly seemed very far away. "I'm happy for you," Tommy replied flatly.

"Look me in the eye if you're going to lie to me," you challenged.

Tommy raised his head slowly and deliberately in compliance, eyes meeting yours in a steely stare as he asked, "Did you get my wedding present?"

You scoffed as you pictured the intricately wrapped box holding a single butcher's knife. "That wasn't a present, that was a threat," you clarified, pursing your lips into a pout of disapproval.

"To let him know I'd be watching if he hurt you," Tommy stated, pointing his cigarette at you to punctuate the remark.

"Careful, you're starting to sound jealous," you taunted, unable to bite your tongue at his hypocrisy. The only reason you'd ended up in Alfie's arms was Tommy's relationship with Grace.

"You're right," he acquiesced. "Every time you talk, all I can think of is your mouth on mine," he confessed in a hoarse whisper full of need. His hand reached for yours across the table, but your fingers twitched anxiously at the contact and you pulled away moments later.

"You shouldn't say things like that," you scolded softly, eyes betraying you as they lingered on his lips.

"Careful, someone might think you actually want me," Tommy countered using your turn of phrase against you.

"If you don't stop talking, I might just kiss you to make you shut up!" you retorted playfully.

That earned a roguish grin from Tommy and he gave you a moment of reprieve as he motioned to Harry for another round. "Rum?" he asked.

You huffed out a little laugh before raising your brows in suspicion, "You know Alfie says rum's for fun and fucking."

"Which did you come for, sweetheart?" he asked, looking pleased with himself. The smirk tugging at his lips was a familiar remnant of the past, the kind of grin he flashed when he knew his charm was winning.

But he was no longer acquainted with the girl who would swooned over his bravado. Now a respected businesswoman and faithful wife, you prided yourself on making wiser choices.

Tommy knew nothing of your life in Camden and didn't appear to want to learn which is why you decided to leave. "This isn't the sort of conversation I came for," you mumbled. Leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, you gathered your things.

"You're leaving?" Tommy asked, unwilling to accept your goodbye.

"When every sentence is tip toeing toward fornication? Yes, I have to leave," you stated bluntly.

"You think I won't chase after you?" Tommy called out in a bold, clear voice that made you blush.

You turned to face him, hands smoothing his rumpled shirt front as you agreed, "That's the problem, I know you will."

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When Alfie made you promise to stay away from Small Heath you wondered if it was his pride he was protecting more than you. It didn't take a mindreader to see the unspoken jealousy lingering in his eyes. And though he knew he'd never have your love, Alfie demanded loyalty.

You accepted the conditions of your marriage much like a prisoner resigned to a long sentence and found happiness elsewhere. There was more than enough to occupy your time between the bakery and your charity work in the community.

In this way, time passed rather quickly until Alfie began talking about retirement. He bought Margate on a whim after you once noted the lovely color of the sea on a postcard. It was enough to convince him you'd be happy there. And you were for a time, strolling along the sandy beaches with Alfie and the dogs. A hard won peace blanketed your existence until the fateful day Tommy saw fit to shatter it with a single bullet to Alfie's temple.

It was barely a month before the calls and letters came flooding in. It seemed the only way to make them stop was another visit. This time it was a large manor in Warwickshire, far from the grimy streets you navigated years earlier. How things had changed in five years time.

As Tommy lit a cigarette for you and passed it between his fingertips, you jerked it away harshly. Taking a long drag to steady your nerves you felt ready to confront him.

"You made me a widow," you accused, voice coming out in a sharp register you hardly recognized.

"A rich one," Tommy added cruelly as he stopped to light his own.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, exhausted by the emotional toll of late.

"I want the chance to do what he couldn't...make you happy," Tommy replied, reaching for you and stroking his thumb over the back of your hand in delicate circles.

Suddenly your only instinct was to flee, you couldn't bear the tenderness he'd reserved for this moment. "I can't do this," you exhaled harshly, tearing your hand from his.

"Don't pretend you don't want this too!" Tommy shouted.

You spun around to face him, fire lapping at your insides as you reached up to slap him hard across the face. "Now you fight for me?" you shouted, tears collecting along your lash line that you willed not to fall in front of him. "Where were these declarations when Grace was alive?" you demanded.

Tommy's brow knit with concern. He'd never thought of his marriage to Grace as a choice over you as he proposed long after you'd left to become Queen of Camden Town. Suddenly the details weren't important though, he wanted you to know how sorry he was about the time wasted between you. "I'm going to make you forget all about what we've been through," he promised.

You bit your lip hard, hand sliding off your hip as your guard came down for the first time in years. There was no point in denying what you wanted now, body wracked with nervous shivers.

"You're shaking," Tommy noted as he approached you slowly, his own hand trembling slightly as he reached out to comfort you.

"So are you," you noted, locking eyes with him.

Throwing all caution aside, he hooked your waist and pulled you into him forcefully, devouring you in a long awaited kiss. "You're mine now, say it," he prodded insistently.

And you couldn't help declaring what you'd always known, "I'm yours."

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[cloudyhall]

Tried to recast him with a fan cast. These fan casts are almost never Jewish actors, you'll notice. In fact, there's someone on this very app that recast Will Byers as himself.

Hi.

I think this part is about me, and I wanted to talk about this really quick. Please read the full post before reading this.

First, 

I wanted to say, as well, that I haven’t seen a lot of the evidence of Noah Schnapp supporting Palestine until now. It has given me something to think about. Despite this, I have always thought of myself to be more sympathetic towards Noah than most of my peers. He was 18 when the initial posts went out and lost people he knew in the October 7th attacks. Additionally, I was raised religiously, and constantly was in a mixture of deeply religious environments growing up. I’ve found that most people who are also more sympathetic towards him were raised religiously, and it’s something that I’ve wanted to make a video about for a while now. Regardless of this, he has, unintentionally or not, spread hateful ideas on his social media (mainly Instagram) and has done very little to show change **on the initial platform that he spread the hate on in the first place.** I don’t know if this is due to his views, management team, Netflix, what have you, but he has still done little to publicly show change. I respect very much that he has supported behind closed doors, but my problem still resides in the fact that he has not publicly done much when public support is probably the most effective thing he can do. This is why I do not express those sympathies publicly. I feel that anger towards what he has done is justifiable. I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA OR ANTISEMITISM IS JUSTIFIABLE, HOWEVER. Do not misconstrue my words.

Second,

I’d like to address the “Tried to recast him with a fan cast. These fan casts are almost never Jewish actors, you'll notice. In fact, there's someone on this very app that recast Will Byers as himself” statement, if it was in regard to me.

I’m not sure if I am lumped in with the non-Jewish actor fan casts, but I would like to state that I am, in fact, Jewish. I am of Polish-Jewish decent. I had ancestors in Nazi death camps. I will not let anyone try to erase that part of me or try to label me as an antisemite or as someone who's trying to erase Jewish people.

I never meant for my videos, or jokes, to come across like that. When the initial Instagram story dropped, it almost felt like the Byler community was in mourning. The promotion (whether intentional or not) of the stickers effected me deeply, to the point where I DM’d Noah asking him to reconsider, even though I know he wouldn’t answer, and I remember it vividly ruining my entire day.

When I have made jokes about recasting Will as myself, I have never tried to come across as homophobic or antisemitic. It was made with light-hearted intent and was more of a cope for myself if anything, and I feel like this very much came across in the video and posts I made. Now, as time has passed, I realize that it was a contribution towards the hate against Noah Schnapp, and I am truly sorry for that. I have never intentionally spread hateful, homophobic, or antisemitic content against anyone, let alone Noah Schnapp, and I am sorry that my video came across in that way. It is now removed from YouTube. Obviously, I have done something very wrong if people view me and my video in this light.

I wanted to respond to this to clarify my stance/why I made those posts and videos. I have never tried to spread hate towards Noah, wished harm upon him, or wanted to erase his legacy entirely.

I also don't joke about that anymore, or even joke/reference it, and I haven't really for a year. I'm upset that it seems as if (from the post) that I am still actively doing this. I am not.

This post, in its entirety, has given me a lot to think about in regard to Noah’s actions and behavior. I just felt a need to talk about this.

Let's Talk About Noah Schnapp

In light of everything that's happened in the last few days—namely Netflix releasing its first teaser for Stranger Things Season 5—many are returning to Stranger Things spaces online here and elsewhere for the first time in months. Maybe years. So, it's time to have this conversation again, because many people weren't here when some of us were having this conversation in the lull between content; and we're due for an update.

Buckle up—this is going to be long. I intend for this to be a mega post on the whole situation in so far as I can cover it, with receipts and screenshots.

The Conversation Around Noah

Put bluntly—the vitriol around Noah Schnapp has become dangerously insane. It's been that way for 2 years, but the renewed spotlight on Stranger Things, especially as Noah is set to take center stage in a Will Byers-centric season, has revived some of the worst elements of the conversation.

"What do you mean?", you may be asking. Well, I think it might just be better to show you:

This is just a sampling. If I showed you every tweet — every post — every video I've seen with this rhetoric, I'd need another medium to do it. A tumblr blog alone couldn't contain it all. But I take it you see my point now.

How Did Things Get This Way?

There are people on this app and on #that app who will say this behavior/treatment is warranted. They'll tell you that Noah is a "genocide supporter." That he "cheered for the deaths of Palestinian babies." That he "celebrated as people were being murdered." But none of this is true.

As a reminder, this was what Noah actually said—his very first comments on the matter—right after the Hamas attack that happened on October 7, 2023:

Important to note:

"...we will hope and pray for safety, justice, liberation, and self determination in Palestine."

and

"...we will say a Jewish prayer for peace for all Israelis and Palestinians."

That is the literal antithesis of support for a genocide or the wholesale slaughter of anyone.

The very next thing to happen was the infamous "sticker video" about which the most lies have been told, so let's debunk them one by one:

He did not make the stickers.

He did not wear the stickers.

He did not hand out the stickers.

He did not hold up the stickers.

He did not even touch the stickers.

He did not post the video on any social anywhere.

I've posted a pair of screenshots here that give you the gist in lieu of the video itself, but you can Google the video and watch the entire thing to see that I'm telling the truth.

What actually happened was that Noah was taken to a restaurant by a pair of influencers who were his guides while on a school-sponsored trip to Israel. Both were significantly older than him, were responsible for the video in question, were the only ones in it (aside from the waitress) to actually touch the stickers in question... and yet? Noah bore the brunt of the hate that ensued. When the backlash came, they abandoned him and left him to the wolves. (And perhaps because of that, he no longer associates with either one of them, nor follows any related social media accounts—all of which he was required to follow in the first place as terms of going on the trip through his school.)

Noah had just come out of the closet earlier that year and was 18 years-old. He would only turn 19 years-old in the ensuing weeks.

He has addressed these events several times. Most famous was the TikTok that he made explaining his actual position (that he doesn't want anyone, Palestinian or Israeli, to die). Less famous were remarks he made to fans on Snapchat:

I'll post his remarks here for those who can't read the text:

Hey guys! I appreciate you reaching out. To give you context, I did not post this language or this sticker. I was at breakfast with friends, it happened to be an Israeli cafe, and a girl was handing out stickers. Someone photographed me and posted and tagged me. As you guys know better than most people, social media can be used however people want to use it. I understand the weight of the situation and take it very seriously. I have friends of friends who are currently being held hostage in Gaza right now. My friends kids were killed in the massacre at the Israeli music festival. Standing up against this terrorism is important to me and why I made my statement after the attack. As one of the only few Jewish people with a platform, I absolutely think it's important to share my message about hatred for Jews around the world right now. However, everyone online is obviously twisting everything and saying I support genocide and am Islamophobic which is obviously entirely false and never have I stated either of those things. Seeing what is happening to the innocent people in Palestine pains me so much and I wish it would stop. I fully support everyone in Palestine as I said in my post on Instagram. One of my best friends in college is Palestinian and we talk about this issue allllll the time and agree on most things. I think people on social media are just animalistic right now so it's hard to even chime in because they just rip me apart so now I'm staying out of it.

I'll let that stand on it's own. I think it provides the context behind his remarks, the situation with the video/stickers, and his actual views versus how social media portrays his views. It also explains why he hasn't said anything else in almost 2 years.

The key takeaway: He was speaking out against antisemitism and the attack on Jewish people on October 7 and he supports an end to what is happening in Gaza and fully supports Palestinians. He literally says it.

And this support, by the way, has been corroborated by his own actions and the word of mouth from Palestinian organizations he has contributed to:

What Has Happened Since?

It would be easier to list the things that haven't happened; but I'll try anyways:

Noah has been called antisemitic slurs; gay slurs and targeted with gay stereotypes; been compared to antisemitic caricatures; he's been threatened with death and had posts go viral fantasizing about his brutal murder; his family has been threatened; he's been threatened with rape and sexual abuse; there are massive accounts on Twitter that doxxed his location while he was filming Season 5—particularly targeting him when he was alone; he's been hacked, had personal pictures leaked; he's had lies spread about his treatment of his cast mates (all of whom have spoken out and said that they've loved him at some point since, making these claims unequivocally false.

Here are a few examples:

Again, I can only post a sample. I hope that sample is enough to get the message across.

It's hard to overstate how cataclysmic this has been. Obviously, he's recovered and healed a lot since the initial incident; but the damage done needs to be acknowledged. These attacks drove him into a dark place by his own admission. He talked about needing therapy on his (now deleted) private spam TikTok account. And they are starting up yet again.

And Then There's the Fandom

The Stranger Things fandom in the wake of all this has been an irritating place to be. Not just because of the above behavior but because of the blanket hypocrisy.

The shipping sub-fandoms in particular have been rank with antisemitism and homophobia—even the Byler fandom, which is predominantly queer. People have:

A) Taken pre-Stranger Things photos—like his baby pictures or pictures with his family—to use as part of their content, their profile pictures, their banners, their fan art, their fan edits, etc.—violating his and his family's privacy for "Will" all while calling him "ugly," a "fag," and lobbing the above-listed threats at him. B) Tried to recast him with a fan cast. These fan casts are almost never Jewish actors, you'll notice. In fact, there's someone on this very app that recast Will Byers as himself. This is gross and absurd. Will Byers is intrinsically tied to Noah Schnapp. Tied to his identities as a Jewish person and a gay man. Tied to his experiences being a character he helped bring to life during his formative years. C) Persist in stanning or support his cast mates despite the fact that they continue to associate with him. This, in particular, is gross hypocrisy. If you're going to be mad at Noah Schnapp for being in a restaurant around stickers you object to—guilt by proximity/association, in other words—those SAME standards should apply to his cast mates, who continue to hang out with him outside of work, state that they love him, and post him on their social medias. I have a whole post about that here.

Instead, the cast is continually afforded blanket immunity while he is singularly targeted for continued abuse and harassment.

It should give the fandom some pause that openly pro-Palestine actors like Maya Hawke not only continue to hang out with him; but in her Instagram story, even stated that she misses it (check the link above for a screenshot of said story). She wouldn't do that if she thought he somehow supported mass-murder; and she knows him way better than any one reading this blog. That goes for the rest of them, too.

They know him better than you. They know his moral compass and what he believes. And they haven't abandoned him and obviously aren't going to. So, are you going to stick to your guns and apply your anger evenly; or maybe consider that you don't have the full picture?

So, Why Care?

I get this in my Asks so often. "Why do you care?" "He's a celebrity." "He don't know you." "He's not your pookie."

I know. It's not about that.

Yes, full disclosure, I am obviously a fan of Noah's. Have been since the show started. And no it's not because I'm gay and he's gay or because he plays my favorite character in Stranger Things.

Like many of his fans, I've spent the last decade seeing his lives on Instagram and TikTok, seeing his fan interactions, watching his vlogs and videos, and I've come to respect him as a human being quite apart from Will Byers or his role as an actor. Fundamentally, I really believe he is a kind and caring human being. The word of mouth from everyone who knows or has met him bares this out—and, yes, he's even been kind to me in the few conversations we've had.

This is only one example from Instagram during The First Shadow premiere this year; but I think it encapsulates what I like about Noah most. He's kind. He goes out of his way to be kind. He does things he doesn't have to do, contractually or just in general, for the sake of being kind. He always has been.

He's also stood up for a plethora of causes. Black Lives Matters, trans rights, the rights of women. He's known to be his cast mates' biggest supporter—and they'll tell you as much, too.

But quite apart from my personal feelings about him and more importantly: this is wrong.

Antisemitism is wrong. Homophobia is wrong. Both kill. Still, to this day. As I am sitting in my kitchen writing this, the news just broke that an Indigenous gay man and a celebrity was shot dead in front of his husband—after having his home burned down and dogs burned alive—in the United States. Yesterday, news broke that a gathering of peaceful Jewish protesters (which included children and the elderly) demanding the release of hostages still held by Hamas was firebombed in Colorado. Luckily, they all survived, but six people were injured in that attack.

Violence and bigotry are ascendent everywhere right now. Minority communities are being targeted. Normalizing the behavior I've described and shown above kills marginalized people. Regardless of your feeling about Noah as a person or celebrity, normalizing the violent and bigoted remarks, tweets, and behavior towards him harms Jewish and LGBTQIA+ people—all of us.

And just as an example of that, I give you the treatment Finn Wolfhard is now receiving just for the "crime" of shaving his head and being deemed no longer conventionally attractive by the fandom:

Yes, the general audience found out about Finn's Jewish heritage and now he's a target, too.

And this fandom is at fault for it.

You cannot normalize bigotry towards one person and expect it to stay contained to that one person. It will always harm everyone in that community. Finn Wolfhard—or any other actor/actress—being your favorite is not going to spare him from the consequences of a discourse you started.

ALL antisemitism and ALL homophobia needs to be called out. The people who insist it's okay that they do that for ANY reason—regardless of if they themselves are LGBTQIA+ or not—need to be ejected from the fandom and never let back in.

Noah Schnapp is a human being. He does not deserve this treatment. No one does. No one is saying you have to like him or even care about him. But you SHOULD care that this is how he's being treated and the impact it is having on others. The impact on Jewish people. The impact on queer people. Standing up and saying that does not mean you support genocide or murder or bigotry of any kind. Quite the opposite, in fact.

I am a person with left-leaning values. I'm tired of those values being spat on and dragged through the mud by people who think THIS is activism or is in any way helping a cause. It's not. All it is doing is perpetuating harm on a real person and real communities—queer and Jewish alike. And it needs to stop.

Related Blogs:

I've compiled some related blogs that expand on other elements of the situation that I've mentioned above in greater detail. This post was already long enough. I'll be updating this as more content comes out.

Examples of Noah’s Support for Gaza and Palestine (by @nymphus-fan-account)

The Evolution of a Lie

No, the Stranger Things Cast Does Not Hate Noah Schnapp

Lyric Vault’s Obsession with Noah Schnapp

[ineffably-queer-book-lover]

Inconspicuous Meeting (ca. 2013)

“In the background Crowley and Aziraphale met on the tops of buses, and in art galleries, and at concerts, compared notes, and smiled.”

Good Omens (by Terry Pratchett and that other guy) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So, I've been thinking about S3 (as one does) recently (all the bloody time) and wondering about some potential inconspicuous (or so our Ineffables probably like to think) collaboration of these two idiots to avert the End of the World™️ (again!).

Please keep in mind that I try to stay spoiler-free for S3, so if you already know something in that vein, please don't mention it here! Thank you. 😘

Anyway, these musings reminded me once again that my LEGO babies have wanted to do a little reenactment of that famous bus ride scene from S01E01 for ages! I've been designing and collecting various parts over a long time, but never got around to actually make all the necessary modifications to my London bus to set the scene up. Until today. Wahoo! 😊

I'll add a little BTS shot of their outfits and accessories. This is one of my all-time favorite Crowley looks that really would have deserved more screen time! Rawr. I'm also amused by all the little references in Aziraphale's copy of his celestial observer (rare old books, a serpent statue, a new galaxy, lol).

Psst, I'm aware that Crowley's sunglasses aren't exactly a perfect match, but they're the closest I have, so please just enjoy Aziraphale's most nice and accurate reading glasses instead! 😉

I'm just happy to have accomplished this little photo shoot this weekend, because there are a couple of very busy weeks/months coming up and I just wanted to have a bit of fun with my LEGO babies before those taxing times. Also, I'm still waiting for some custom printed parts for my 1960s Ineffable Wives. Fingers crossed they'll turn out well. 🤞

Tagging all you wonderful people again, but please let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the list! No hard feelings, promise!

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[applejusue]

𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔰 ࣪𖤐.ᐟ ─── little misfortunes

𓆩♱𓆪 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 Ⅵ ─── Joanna

tldr; a series of killings in a small town spread quickly, pitchforks sharpened, and curfews imposed. Ellie led a quiet life, well aware of the town's suspicions of her. After discovering a black shadow with glistening fangs sunk into a bloody gent outside a tavern, she finds herself grappling with accusations. What will happen when Ellie, bound to an altar and dressed in white, becomes the wife of the very woman who committed the massacre?

cw `# blood, dracula, violence, murder, rituals, cult activity, animal feeding, sexual themes, feeding, arranged marriage, grief, slow-burn, love.

` tglist; @eleanorsghost, @imdrowningindispair, @mo0nnstarz, @nut-button-baby, @the-sick-habit, @azteriarizz

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔵 | 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 | 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯

The sun splintered through the gap in the curtains, warming Ellie's cheek in your absence. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling to wake up alone, not knowing if you'd just left or were yet to return. She was tucked in, body cozy against the mattress and a platter of breakfast already sitting on your side of the bed, still hot from the stove. Her eyes traced along the silverware, not yet hungry. You were always present, even when you weren't physically near. It was a thought that never escaped her late at night, how easily you could've taken her at the alter. There was no reason for you to show mercy, to be kind, to leave her breakfast.

To her surprise, you were here. The door creaked open, your torso dawned in a half open shirt. Ellie lay still, taking in your dark locks that fizzled at your jaw. You hadn't yet noticed that she was awake, watching. Blood stained the cuffs of your sleeve, clinging to your fingernails. Striped trousers usually so carefully kept were now covered in mud, and Ellie felt a familiar coil of wariness.

"..Where were you?"

Ellie's voice came quiet, a groggy murmur as she pushed herself to sit. Your eyes flickered up, glancing at her reflection in the mirror as you continued to remove your shirt, pale skin flickering in the dim sunbathed room. Your silence didn't help her unease, and her eyes followed your blood covered shirt as it was tossed astray.

"Darling-.."

"..Are you going to give me an answer?"

Cranky, she'll admit, but it was difficult for her sleep clant mind to accept that some things were better left unsaid, unquestioned. You continued to eye her from the mirror, before slowly stepping away. Ellie watched as you washed your hands beneath the water bowl, your gaze low.

"The farm, if you really need to know.."

Your upper lip was set firm, cranky yourself from a night unfulfilling. It wasn't a lie, you'd raided a small settlement of pigs, and you were sure you still stunk. You didn't turn to face your wife, knowing the expression she carried. Ellie watched your trousers drop, brows furrowed in uncertainty. Nights like this were growing more frequent, and part of her was angry that you were so undisciplined. She scoffed, shaking her head. She shifted your platter of breakfast to the night stand, blood flared.

"Say it, mouse.."

You muttered, scrubbing your pinstripe with a small brush as you stood in your undergarments. It was a sight Ellie was long familiar with, one she wouldn't grow distracted by. It was obvious when your wife had thoughts, opinions, her lips would twist and she'd abstain from your offerings, like a protest. She stood from the bed, moving to lean against the dresser so you had no choice but to look.

"I just don't see why this-.. is necessary, I understand that you get hungry but-.."

"You don't.."

Ellie's words halted at your interruption, a flicker of irritation racing up her throat before her mind could catch up to it.

"Fine, you're right, I don't. Doing all this, how can you live with so much blood on your hands?"

Your jaw clenched tight, hands pausing as you let your pinstripe sink into the wash basin. Within seconds, you had her tight to the dresser. Ellie's breath thrust from her lungs, eyes wide. You had that rabid look, the one that she sees in her dreams.

"..You think I chose to be this way? My days are unbearable, not a moment goes by when I'm not starving. Having to live with smells, like you, with your thumping heart that I can still hear, no matter how far I am from this castle.."

It all blistered out like a hot pot, water brimming over the sides. Ellie's chest inflated rapidly, eyes glued to the sharp tusks that protruded your gums before flickering to your face. Your eyes were instead drawn to her neck, the fluttering pulse that radiated just below her skin. Ellie could feel your hot breath as you leaned closer, inhaling deep in an effort to calm your aching gut.

It was the smell of her fear that smothered your trance, and that rabid look dissolved as quick as it began. Your lungs were heavy, dark eyes glistening as you pushed away from her. There were a hundred things that Ellie wanted to say to you in that moment, a range of curses and comfort. Nothing ended up leaving her dry mouth, she just watched as you grabbed a dry pair of slacks, pulling them up over your hips and stamping out of the chamber.

𓏲 ๋♱⁴⁴⁴

The afternoon felt quiet without you, and try as Ellie might to keep you at the front of her anger, there was a bitter stench of guilt that followed. Her mind was on your words, how you'd felt, pressed so close. She thought back to the garden, your mouth drenched in the blood of an animal. It was proving to be something that she couldn't ignore, haunted by what you were.

It felt like being given firewood, at the cost of others freezing. To accept you meant that she was okay with it, and she wasn't, no matter how alluring the offer seemed. It circled her mind as Ellie strolled through the gardens, soft greenery brushing against her grey skirt.

Perhaps it was the not knowing, she posed. Ellie didn't like that you left each night, didn't like that she didn't know where. Would you seduce a lone woman at a tavern? Ravage a flock of chickens off country? All likely scenarios that left her gut stirring. She wasn't a fool to the way you'd been staring at her lately, to the way your eyes fluttered shut when she walked by you. Your words had struck something in her, and she almost pitied you.

Ellie moved around the fountain, delicately maintained white roses kissing her knuckles as she passed. Each flower was trimmed neatly, and it seemed that you did have hobbies other than slinking off into the night. She almost smiled. The area was beautiful, dew covered grass that tickled her ankles as she explored deeper into the courtyard. The path split near the back of the castle, but Ellie curiously pursued.

Alone, laying upon a small hill was a headstone. She hadn't expected that. Ellie approached carefully, sinking to her knees in the wet grass as her eyes traced the faint scrawl of the stone. It was old, overgrown, but not neglected. It made her feel guilty, another assumption about you that had been poorly motivated. Ellie had thought perhaps the body would be in a coffin, a dark dungeon or an eerie place. It wasn't, she was here.

A fresh collection of roses lay across the bed, a forbidden mixture of aching guilt and envy that Ellie near shuddered from. It was clear you came here often from the dent in the soil, the old dried petals of past bouquets. She was once again reminded that you had feelings, ones that rested below your typical composed demeanor. Part of her felt out of place, but she lingered there, paying respect to the former lady of the house.

Soon after, Ellie returned to her housework. You seemed to still be in the castle, but she had yet to find you since the quarrel this morning. Perhaps if she did find you later, she would apologize. Continuing her exploration of the vast number of rooms, Ellie found another painting of you in a little sailor outfit, sweet. There were more spare bedrooms, even a music hall with an old piano. It still amazed her to no end how much larger your home was compared to the one bedroom hut she'd inhabited in the village.

As evening drew shadows along the carpet, Ellie caught the faint flicker of firelight that drifted beneath the door of your study. She hesitated. You'd been in there all day, it seemed, and part of her worried you'd still be angry for the things she'd said. Still, she wanted to see you. Ellie presses into the study, hovering by the door.

You were sat at your desk, eyes hazed and tracing the dying embers that coughed from the fireplace. Her soft sigh drew your gaze, and for a moment it was silent, the two of you staring at each other. Ellie made the first move, shutting the door behind her and padding toward you. You were a mess, eyes swollen with sweat still clinging to your bare collar.

Ellie took a seat on the desk, your hands gravitating toward her waist like she was an orbit. She stared down at you, hand lowering to cradle your head as it fell to her lap. Your nose was buried against the warm fabric of her gown, cheeks coddled by the soft thighs of your wife. Before Ellie could even speak you were already blustering apologies, arms tremoring around her.

"Forgive me, please forgive me.."

Her heart ached, somewhere deep in her ribs. You were so small like this, starving, feeling. She shook her head with a gentle breath, fingers wading through your dark hair.

"I'm the one who should be saying that.."

Ellie's words came soft, the fire casting an orange glow across your embrace.

"What I said, it was cruel.."

She continued, gaze leaving you to instead glance around the small study, before falling back on your tired form.

"Please come to bed, let us speak properly.."

𓏲 ๋♱⁴⁴⁴

It was deep into the night, Ellie's voice still tickling your ear as you faced away from her. A gentle smile blessed your lips, a lightness sinking through despite the void of hunger.

"I think they were simply waiting to be rid of me.."

Ellie's voice came in a gentle laugh, eyes staring up at the dark fabric along the canopy. Normally, you'd never share the bed at night. Just this once though, you were tired enough to follow her.

"And if you could, would you return?"

Your voice came quiet, and you spoke like you already knew the answer. It was no life here, you were convinced of that. It seemed more complex than you'd thought, though, your wife falling silent beside you.

"..I don't know.."

Ellie confessed honestly, hardly able to believe her own answer. A few weeks ago she had only dreamed of escaping, searching for any possible way out of this marriage. It had grown bearable, you'd grown tolerable. Ellie had thought she was doomed to a life of solitude, but your company was something that she'd begun to yearn for, despite conservations.

It wasn't the response you'd predicted, and somehow it burned more. There were parts of you still hidden, sides to you that you knew she'd reject. Your wife didn't know how deep your thoughts ran, how many of them were centered on her smell or the way she might taste. She was slowly coming to terms with the fact that you needed blood, or else you would fade to nothing. You were still trying to reduce your intake for her sake, but you were still starved.

Ellie rolled to her side, facing your spine. She could practically feel your cold body from here, your head facing away from her. With darkness shielding her, she shifted closer. Her arm moves around your middle, face pressing into the back of your shoulder.

"..What are you doing, mouse?"

She didn't answer, mostly because she wasn't so sure herself. Ellie pressed a gentle kiss to your skin, feeling the chill of your flesh. In an effort to hide your glossy eyes, you shut them, trying to remain withdrawn despite the fact that you hadn't felt a warm touch in centuries. You'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be held by someone else. Your cold hand lifted, carefully resting atop hers with a soft breath. You liked to sleep shirtless, Ellie had noticed. It was something that used to make her shy, it seemed so indecent. However, you've lived so long that something as simple as that probably meant nothing to you.

She nosed the pale skin of your back, eyes gazing over the faint burns on the back of your neck from where little slivers of sun had bitten you. Her torso fit along your spine despite your height, and there was faint ink along your skin in old words that Ellie didn't understand. The image flashed to her again, how you looked in the garden, bloody and rabid. This time, she didn't recoil.

"I'm going to get worse, you know.. soon I-.."

Your voice came in an unsteady whisper, unable to hide the fearful sickness overcoming. The idea of anything happening to your wife was something you couldn't face, and you'd never forgive yourself if it was your doing. Fleeting tears dribbled down your cheeks, chest tight. Ellie held you closer, face resting warmly in your shoulder.

"I know, I know.."

𓏲 ๋♱⁴⁴⁴

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔵 | 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 | 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢r

[lunatf-ao3]

BIG THINGS ❤︎

[TFP] Optimus Prime/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, size difference, anal sex, explicit description

I disappeared, but I'm back!!

-

When your lover introduced himself to everyone with his new, more robust appearance, the last thing you thought was that he was going to be a problem in intimacy.

So now, looking at the giant spike in front of you, neither you nor Optimus know what to do.

"Well..." You scratch your head. "I certainly knew the mass displacement wasn't going to be the same as before. But you didn't tell me that your thing grew too!"

"I apologize, I was unaware that my spike increased in size between my enhancement. I... I did not bother to check." The Prime admitted, almost sheepishly.

Yeah, it wasn't exactly easy now. His displacement that was once easily up to three meters was now four meters, and with more effort and energy than necessary. Now add to that what his spike had changed in size and thickness, not exaggeratedly, but there was a noticeable change.

You don't think you can fight that with your mighty five feet and some height.

You look down for a moment, between your legs, before returning to your optics. Yes before his spike you barely fit inside you, now it was out of consideration.

"That's not going to fit in my pussy."

And Optimus nods. "That is right, your human valve can no longer receive me inside with my new size... I apologize."

"why? it is not like it's your fault." Your snort is quickly accompanied by a hesitant smile. "But I have an idea..."

-

You remain face down, hips up and legs wide apart for Optimus. You drip on the sheet before the massages he had given you on your ass. He was getting you ready or something.

Whatever he was doing, he said that was the right way to do it. You didn't hesitate. Who doubts Optimus? He can tell you to bark and you'd do it right away.

The Prime definitely knows a lot more than you do in some ways. Not that you're complaining, but you're envious that he already knows by heart a topic he just googled or whatever.

"Do you feel relaxed?"

"Very much so. Optimus, please just... Let's go to the next step." The plea in your voice doesn't fail to convince Optimus, who nods.

His digits gently open your buttocks to get a glimpse of the small pucker, the skin immediately giving way to give him a good view. "I was not aware that humans practice intercourse through the anus."

"Yes, you said that... It's normal, can we go on, please?"

Optimus nods once more, stepping aside to apply a generous amount of lubricant between your buttocks, spreading it over your little hole, which he feels throbbing gently. "Relax." He repeats.

"I already am!" you grunt, before tensing as you feel a large digit invade the tight ring, slowly sinking into the flesh. Your teeth reach your lip before you force yourself to breathe and adjust to the pressure.

You've used big toys before, but it had been a while before you had a relationship with Optimus. The sensation is familiar but not what you are currently used to.

You breathe and try to relax.

As you feel the skin soften around your finger, Optimus gently removes it, reaching up to replace it with the thick, warm head of his spike, to which he had already applied a generous coating of lubricant to me. "Are you ready?"

"...Yes...yes, okay."

Gently, Optimus pushed, struggling a little against the resistance before pushing his way in.

"Slowly." You squeal, burying your face in a pillow. Optimus didn't hesitate to obey, advancing millimeter by millimeter. He didn't want to cause any tears or damage, in and of itself he was taking a risk by agreeing to something like this.

It didn't feel bad, the warm flesh and pressure constricting him deliciously. He hadn't felt anything like this before, and it was hard to admit that it would be hard not to become addicted to your little body.

Even more so.

"Are you okay, does it hurt?"

You hesitate before nodding. "Give me a few minutes."

And Optimus wasn't going to refuse.

You sigh, swallowing saliva with sweat sliding down your forehead. Hm, you feel like you want to go to the bathroom for a bit. It burns, you'd forgotten the feeling of stretching, and this one was a little more.... Big. I pushed the burning pain away from the hot one, like those pesky sores you want to put in cold water.

As you get used to it, Optimus opts to apply a little extra lube.

A few seconds later you perk up. "You may continue."

"Very well."

Optimus pushes once more, and this time, he brings one of his servos down, gently stroking your clitoris. You let out a stutter of pleasure in response, encouraging him to continue.

"We're almost halfway through, how do you feel?"

"Like a stuffed donut." You stutter, your face hot and your legs shaking.

"I will leave you like a stuffed donut." Optimus didn't hesitate to grunt before pushing back in and rubbing the little nubby button more firmly.

His words were enough to make you wetter.

After what seemed like hours, Optimus finally slotted inside you properly. You could feel his spike throbbing hard inside you, along with his gasps and grunts at the tightness.

After what seemed like hours, Optimus finally fit inside you properly. You could feel his spike throbbing hard inside you, along with his gasps and grunts at the tightness.

"How do you feel?"

"Full." You gasp breathlessly, your cheek flattened against the mattress, the initial burning mingling with a dense, almost dirty pleasure coursing through your belly.

The sensation of fullness is... brutal, stretching you beyond what you thought possible. Your legs had already given way some time ago, so Optimus held you almost completely.

His servo left your hunedo sex to caress your swollen abdomen, feeling the outline of his spike, the throbbing intense.

"hm... I always wanted you like this." You hummed, moving your hips in short, calculated lunges. He leaned back a little, relaxing to duck his helmet. With his new height, unfortunately you couldn't reach up to his face, so he could only see you from below or feel you beneath him.

"Now I just need to have you filled with my transfluid and it will be perfect."

At his words, you give him a devious, shaky smile, breathing heavily. Could you really stand to be any fuller than you already are? "You're going to fill me up...?"

"Stuff you with my frosting like a donut."

"This isn't bad."

"I think I enjoy this little butt hole a lot more."

Optimus bent down some more, taking your chin gently.

"I will be sure to have more nights like this often. Much more often."

[nihil-annihalator]

Yandere Mark Grayson (Original Mark) / Reader TW: Possessiveness, Obssesiveness, (let me know if there's anything else)

Dividers by uzmacchiato

Mark was on in his knees, resting his head on your stomach.his fingers on your thigh as his knuckles turn whites from the gripping tightly on your soft yet tender backthigh, you stand there swaying side by side in a gentle way. Your hands glides through his hair just like you always did before.. Before he went mad.

"Mark.. " You mumble softly as his grip on you only tightens. "Mark.. Plea-"

"No" that's it. Just simple word cutting from what about you're going to say, his response wasn't a command.. It was a "plead". Pleading for you to love him back, pleading for you to forgive him for whatever his doing do hurt you. But does he care? He doesn't. Because it was all in the name for you.

Mark rose his head up from your belly and look at you, and you look back. His gaze on you never fail to cease your breath. His eye filled with "love" but not the love you expected, it was possesive, obssesive. Taking a hold on you and suffocating you. It wasn't like the look he gave you before.

"I love you so much [Name], More than anything in this world. " he kiss your thigh before continuing his confession of his love to you.

"I would kill anyone, anyone for you. I will kill everybody before they can remove me from you. Before they pry away you from me. " his grip on you never loosen, he stand up quickly and he takes hold on your faces, his palm on your cheeks,his breath close to you, "I love you [Name] ... " his eye lowers to you lips before glancing back to your eyes.

"Please say that you love me too.. Please [name].. Please.. " his hold on you became Intense

You open your mouth, saying the word he needed to hear. " I.. Love you too.. Markie" he smiles gleefully his pupil blowns out, his breathing became quick. He hugs you tighty then ever before. As you wrap your arms around his neck. "I love you, I love you, I Love you, I love you so much. Thank you so much. Thank you. " he carried you and flied over to the bed you shared.. He puts you gently to the soft sheets as well himself and goes closer to you, his face on your neck as lips pepper kisses. Your arms didn't let go, even if you did he will halt it and put it back on him. As you bask his love for you.

You smile slightly.. You'd lied if you said that you don't love what he's doing to you, as he continues he proclaim his sufferable but intense love to you.

Hey so this is my first time writing

[liesineyes]

Okay, now that I took that off my chest, here's some episode six thoughts -

- Charlie backhanding Willy and Babe struggling to hold him back was exactly what I was expecting. But honestly it is crazy how the show totally glosses over sexual assault. Like they want to go extreme but without taking any accountability.

- Honestly, the sexual assault was 101% Willy's fault but Babe is also at fault (not the sa) for hiding all of this from Charlie, sneaking around to text Willy and all and then removing his ring and showing himself as though he is available to Willy knowing well that Willy has been constantly pushing his boundaries from day one. I mean I am not sure what Babe was expecting would happen, like what exactly was his plan? Show Willy he is interested and then Willy would tell his special sense and Babe would be like 'you bitch I was just playing you?'

- The whole Babe trying to explain but with 'I had my reasons' 'I didn't go further' like sir, you removed your ring to show yourself as available and then instead of explaining you are hitting Charlie with 'you don't give me time, I am lonely' what were the writers thinking writing such dialogues from Babe in this context?

Alan asking Babe to apologise to Charlie and Babe:

I don't know if I want to mirror Alan's expression or laugh at the absurdity. Though Pavel crying made me want to jump through the screen and hug Babe.

- I'm glad Jeff is reasoning with Charlie about Babe's decisions better than Babe explained himself because Charlie needed to hear that to cool down.

- Also, Okay. OKAY. Kim casually feeding Kenta? I am sorry!? Did I just see that? Like he made food for Kenta canonically and then fed him with his own two hands!? I am completely and fully sane about this (no I am not.)

- Pete trying and failing, I swear he is setting himself up for being dumped by Chris. Also the fact even Pete knows why Charlie wants this drug to work but the show implies Babe thinks Charlie doesn't think of him at all when he does something. (Also I want to talk' about how Babe actually didn't think of Charlie's feelings when he accepted the bet with Willy with his own ass on bet. Or when he followed after Willy, in the sauna so Charlie saying that actually made sense but Babe? I am sorry that was such a misfit dialogue from Babe because Charlie doesn't even have much of a personality beyond Babe - in the show only though)

The communication gap between them is stressing me out. How is it that everyone but these two idiots know about each other!?

- Sonic-North - I thought these guys were supposed to serve me friends to lovers but I am kinda disappointed with their story's progression. Feels like every couple is getting more than them, but this is what happens when you so many couples.

- I'm probably going to be the minority here but I think Alan is not a good captain at all. He is a good father figure/friend to them but the fact he is always like team team team but the only plan he has is where everyone helps Babe win the race. Be it Dean, Kim, North or Charlie. Anyone who tries to overtake Babe on the race track, Alan immediately goes into 'It is a team, you have to think of the team, cover for Babe, let Babe take the lead'. Like I genuinely have zero idea about racing cars, so I can be wrong but like if it was one person, I would understand but there's four now. Alan needs to figure out if he can even provide equal opportunities to all his team members or they are there just to cover up for Babe so Babe could win.

- I'm not surprised Willy is with Tony but I've a feeling he might flip sides like Kenta later on? He did look rattled on hearing Tony say take everyone around Charlie down.

- And Charlie is a weak weak man when it comes to Babe (I mean who wouldn't be? Babe should be bubbled wrapped and protected all the time.) But can we talk about them fucking the first chance they get to talk properly? like ✨ communication✨

This is getting way too long, okay I will stop here. But I liked this episode if you ignore the bad writing at places.

[oftenwantedafton]

personal space | steve raglan x f!reader

finale

Explicit content, 4.6k words, completed 6/6/25

ao3 link

An uncomfortable silence fills the house after Vanessa departs.

You hadn’t been close enough to hear the conversation between father and daughter, but you could see the results on the blonde woman’s features when she’d made her farewells; know Steve well enough by now to recognize that stoic facade he’s trying to maintain that’s concealing inner turmoil. You hadn’t been so naive to think that you cojks fix things between them in one evening, but you’d hoped at least to start nudging them in the right direction, especially since you’d found yourself really enjoying Vanny’s company. You don’t think she’s difficult to be around at all, contrary to what her father had previously implied. She’s not the problem at all.

Which leaves one culprit left, of course.

You’re kind of wishing the table wasn’t already cleared, because you need something to occupy yourself just then; Steve has wordlessly retreated to his home office, and you get the feeling he’s not going to be emerging any time soon. You could just enter and demand answers now, but you don’t think that’s the best course of action. Better to let him cool off a bit.

A bit turns into several hours.

You’ve finally done enough channel surfing, deciding to head upstairs to bed. The wrap around staircase creaks as the homeowner ascends them shortly after you’ve finished your evening hygiene routine, now dressed in pajamas and seated on the edge of the bed.

The bearded man says nothing when he enters the bedroom, concentrating on removing each piece of clothing: unfastening shirt cuffs, pulling the hem free of his pants, setting his watch and glasses on top of the dresser. He’s just stepped out of his pants when you finally speak, unable to bear the tense silence any longer.

“Can we talk about what happened earlier?”

“What happened earlier?” He repeats blankly, concentrating on slipping his belt free from the loops on the waist of his trousers. Another tell of how upset he is: avoiding eye contact.

“With Vanessa.”

“Nothing happened.” He flips back the comforter and top sheet on his side of the bed.

“She was clearly upset. Practically in tears. What did you talk about in the kitchen?”

He scowls, staring at the pillows as if they’ve done him a great wrong. “Nothing. She just…wants to keep bringing up things that have already happened. I can’t change any of that. I told you this wasn’t going to go the way you expected it to.”

“I genuinely like her. She’s pleasant to speak with. She doesn’t seem judgmental. I don’t think she’s going to be difficult to be friends with at all.” You fuss with a wrinkle in the sheet. “Maybe it would help to talk about it.”

Steve smiles bitterly, scrubbing a hand through his graying hair. “I sincerely doubt that.” He sits down on the edge of the mattress, now facing away from you.

You scoot back into the bed, leaning against the pillows piled in front of the headboard. “Can you look at me, at least?”

A heavy sigh escapes the older man before he adjusts his position, mirroring your movements. His light blue eyes finally meet yours.

“Please talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I warned you.”

“You warned me about dating you, too, if you’ll recall.” You jostle his arm, trying to generate a little smirk at least, but his tone remains cool.

“Yes, I did. And you should have listened.”

“Steve, come on.” You reach for the fingers curled into a fist resting on his thigh, trying to pry them open and relax them, but his hand remains frozen in place.

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep now.” He leans over to switch the lamp off, then shuffles down, now facing the opposite wall.

You stare at his back for a few minutes, debating about pressing him further, then turn and shut off the light on the other nightstand and slide down beneath the covers, leaving them draped around your waist as you position yourself facing the other wall. You’d forgotten, somehow, since you’d first started dating the man, how cold he can be. How cruel. Perhaps you’d thought you’d melted away all of that hostility and anger.

Perhaps you were wrong.

***

Steve can’t sleep.

He can’t tell if you are or not. You’ve been quiet for some time now. The alarm clock is on the opposite side of the bed, but he thinks at least an hour has passed. Maybe two.

He wishes he hadn’t agreed to have Vanessa over.

He’d known the only outcome of that gathering would be disaster, and so it had been. A self fulfilling prophecy. If he had it to do over again—heaven forbid—he doesn’t think he would have done anything differently. He hates that his daughter is so firmly rooted in the past, yet he can hardly fault her—he’s much the same. Or at least, Afton is. Raglan is different. His adopted false identity.

His second chance?

He shifts so that he’s lying on his back, trying to make his movements subtle so he doesn’t disturb you. That’s what this feels like, sometimes; like he’s living someone else’s life. Borrowing it in its entirety, rather than simply using it as a disguise. Enjoying it. Envious of it, because deep down he knows it’s not quite real. But you don’t know that. And you can never know that.

His face turns on the pillow.

He can’t see you in the darkness, of course, but he knows you’re there. Just like he knows William is there, creeping around in the dark corners of his mind, looking for a way to take over again. He hasn’t been to Freddy’s in weeks; hasn’t even given a thought to the unfinished work waiting there for him. What if he just never went back? What if he just kept William sealed away forever? Could he? Is that even possible?

“I thought you wanted to sleep.” Your voice is soft. Hurt.

He sighs, moving again until his body spoons against yours, his arm draping around you.

“I’m sorry.” Apologizing again. How many times you’ve pulled them from him. “I know you had good intentions. It’s…it’s nice that you get along with her.”

You remain silent. He presses his lips to the side of your neck and you squirm against him. “Stop it. I’m not in the mood.”

His head sinks down beside yours on the pillow. “Tell me what I can do to make this better.”

You snicker softly. “I don’t know. Wait for me to get over it and give in, I guess.”

“I don’t want things like that between us.”

He feels your face turn. “How else is it going to be? When you spend the night sulking in your office. When you refuse to talk to me even though I beg you to. I don’t know how much more accommodating and understanding and—”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his mouth blindly finding yours. Your hands shove at him and he grabs your wrists, pinning them down and climbing over you. For a few moments there is only the sounds of heavy breathing.

“I just wanted to make you happy,” you say softly.

“You do,” he rasps. “Everyday, you do. You make my life better. You make me better. Make me better…” His lips recapture yours and you writhe beneath him, your body arching up to touch his. He releases one of your wrists and slips his hand beneath your camisole, sliding along your ribs and massaging one breast. You shove at his shoulder and he surrenders, sinking backward, allowing you to cage his body instead while you straddle his hips and lean down to find his mouth.

”I’m mad at you. Disappointed,” you whisper, nibbling at his ear.

”I know. I deserve to be punished.”

”It’s only a punishment if you don’t enjoy it.” You lick along his throat and he groans in agreement.

He kneads your buttocks through the thin material of your knit sleep shorts, then skims beneath them and your panties. You grind down against his clothed erection, your mouth stuttering near his jaw. He can feel the heat of your sex pressing against him and he growls, needy, his fingers shifting to the front of your shorts, seeking the pink flesh between your thighs. Slick arousal coats his fingers and he spreads it over your clit, coaxing little gasps and mewls from you.

You grasp the edge of your waistband to shove the shorts down while he pushes himself up until he’s seated, his hands joining yours to drag your panties and sleepwear out of the way. He slaps one cheek and pants instructions for you to turn around and bend over, your garments still trapped in a messy tangle around your thighs.

He kisses the buttocks you lift towards him as you comply, spreading your cheeks and thrusting his tongue inside your dripping entrance. He fucks you like this, alternating with his fingers, teasing your bud and then moving to kneel behind you, the fly of his boxer briefs hastily pushed aside so he can free his cock. He grips your hips and presses into you, pulling you back against him. He feels the response of your body when he reaches deep inside, that needy little whimper of yours going straight to his groin, spurring him to pound into you faster. You’re so wet he almost slips out of you.

”So perfect for me,” he huffs between thrusts. That silken heat he’s sinking into has him teetering on the edge already.

“Steve.” A choked sob muffled against the tangle of sheets and blankets at the foot of the bed. You tighten and relax, over and over until he finally halts and shudders, spilling inside of you.

“You’re getting better at apologizing.”

He freezes, momentarily surprised by this comment, then chuckles softly, helping you pull your clothing back into place before joining you at the end of the bed.

“I’m trying.” He plants a kiss on your cheek and then rearranges the comforter until it better cushions his head. “I’ll call and apologize to Vanessa in the morning. Well, I guess it is already morning now. Later.” Silence meets these declarations. He sighs softly. “Alright, I’ll do it in person. Satisfied?”

“Yes, but only if you sincerely want to and not just because you’re trying to placate me.”

“I want to.”

“Okay. And you can’t quit on me anymore. Talk to me. You can get mad if you want, I don’t care. Just don’t shut me out.”

“Agreed.”

You slide your foot over to his, stroking along the sole and he gasps, quickly jerking it out of your reach. “Oh you’re ticklish, huh? How did I not know this before now?”

“Just caught me off guard.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Want to go to the diner for breakfast?”

“Maybe.”

“Am I still in the dog house?”

“Mmmm…maybe twenty five percent out.”

“Ouch. Guess I’m going to have to work on that some more, then.” He reaches over and pulls you closer.

***

It’s almost noon by the time you’re dressed and ready to go out to eat.

After your boyfriend apologizes to his daughter, that is; you’d almost thought he was going to try to weasel his way out of it with all his stalling that morning, but he’s promised you once again and you’re holding him to that.

“Looks like you got some mail. Oh, wait. Wrong name. Maybe for whoever lived here before you,” you remark, handing an envelope addressed to a William Afton over to the bearded man.

A strange look passes over his features, then quickly clears. “Yes, it must be. I’ll deal with that later. Let’s get going.” He tosses it onto the console table in the hallway and then locks the door behind you.

“We could eat first, if you want,” he says as he settles behind the wheel.

“No, I’m okay. Vanessa first.”

“It’s going to be hot waiting inside the car.”

“I’ll manage. No more excuses, now.” You lean over to kiss his shoulder. “You’ve got this. Don’t worry.”

He heaves a little nervous sounding sigh before turning the key in the ignition.

***

Steve halfway hopes his daughter won’t even be home as he drives to her apartment.

He’s wishing you hadn’t insisted on doing this in person; or at least, not so quickly. He’s still not entirely sure what he’s going to say. He glances over at you and his resolve hardens. He has to do this.

Vanessa answers as soon as he presses the door buzzer. There’s an awkward pause after he announces his arrival, then the door to the lobby clicks, unlocking. He pulls it open, looking back to see you give him a thumbs up through the windshield and he sighs again. He’s actually going to go through with this.

When Vanny opens her door, he sees she’s still dressed in pajamas, obviously not expecting visitors and intending to spend the day indoors. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun and there are shadows under her eyes. She clearly hasn’t slept well, and he thinks he knows exactly why.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure. Do whatever you want.” She steps back to make room for him to enter, closing the door behind him. “So what is it now? I can’t imagine you had time or opportunity to off someone overnight, but maybe I’m mistaken.”

Steve frowns. This already wasn’t going well. “I suppose I deserve that. I actually came to apologize.”

Vanessa makes a sound of disbelief. “You? Apologize? Please. Did your new girlfriend put you up to this? Did she make you sleep on the couch last night?” She asks in a theatrical whisper.

“No. She didn’t…” He rakes a hand through his hair. “I’m trying to do the right thing here.”

She folds her arms across her chest. “You, do the right thing? Since when?”

“Since I stopped being William and I started being Steve.”

The blonde stares at him for several moments. “You get that they’re the same person, right? You haven’t gone that far off the deep end yet.”

“They’re really not. Not anymore.”

She throws her hands up in the air. “Oh, come off it, Dad. You don’t just get to change your name and your face and pretend to be someone else. You had a name. And a face. And a family,” she says, her voice warbling slightly with emotion. “And you chose to throw it all away. That doesn’t erase those of us left. We still exist.”

“I didn’t throw it all away. I had things taken from me—”

“—For fucks’ sake, when are you going to get over this? What happened to Evan was a mistake. A tragedy. And what do you do after that? You create another. And another and another and another. Punishing innocents who don’t even deserve it. Looking for affection you could have had from your own family—”

“—I never had it!” He exclaims, his voice rising. “Maybe if I did, things would have been different.”

“There you go. Blaming everyone else again. I can’t help you feeling inadequate. Being jealous. It wasn’t a competition. You didn’t need to do any of that. You ruined every relationship you had. Pushed away everyone that ever gave a damn about you. And your quest for your own immortality, that’s a joke, you know? What are you going to do if you finally succeed? Just roam around that fucking restaurant for eternity? Surrounded by spirits who don’t even know who you are, because if they did, if they actually did…They’d hate you. They’d despise you. Just like that poor woman you’ve tricked into a relationship. If she knew the truth…”

“Are you going to tell her?” His voice is eerily calm after his daughter’s tirade. William would have been irate at her accusations, but Steve…he realizes how uncomfortably accurate they are.

“No. That’s not my place to do that. You have to do it. But I know you’re not going to.”

“I don’t want to be William Afton anymore.”

Vanny presses a hand to her mouth, staring at her father. “You don’t mean that,” she whispers as her fingers fall away.

“I do.” He draws in a shaky breath. “I do mean it. It’s not just about disguising my face or using a different name, anymore. It goes deeper than that.”

“Why do you deserve a fresh start? What about the rest of us?”

“You can start over if you want. There’s nothing stopping you.”

“My entire life has been about covering up for you.”

“I know.”

“And you think I can just up and walk away?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“What I want is a father that actually cares about me, not just my usefulness in cleaning up after his crime scenes. That’s all I ever wanted,” she adds softly.

Steve nods. “I know that, too. That’s why I’m here. To apologize. To ask you to try to see that I’m not the same person I was.”

Vanny shakes her head. “It’s not that simple, Dad.”

“I didn’t say it was going to be easy. I have no expectations from you—”

“—You’re damn right you don’t,” she interrupts.

He sighs heavily. “I’m trying, Vanessa.”

She folds her arms across her chest again, scuffing at the carpet with her bare foot so that it shifts between light and dark. “You’re really in love with her, aren’t you?”

Her father swallows thickly. “Yes.”

“Did you tell her?”

“No, not yet.”

“You should probably get on that, then.” She swipes at her cheek. “Damn, I didn’t think I had anything left.”

“Can we start over?”

“Fuck, Dad, I don’t know. You’re really serious about this?”

“Yes.”

“I just wish…I wish we had been enough for you, you know?”

“You are enough. You are more than I will ever deserve.”

Vanny makes a fist against her mouth again, stifling a sob before she speaks again in a choked voice. “Way to sound like a Hallmark card. Maybe um…maybe you could bring her over for dinner some night. Or we could go out to eat. Have a girls’ shopping trip. Something.”

“That sounds good.”

“Okay, yeah, so just let me know when’s a good time for you guys.” She sniffles and rubs the palm of one hand against both cheeks.

“Vanessa.”

“Yeah?”

He steps forward, pulling her into his arms. She stiffens in surprise, then relaxes, burying her face against his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against her hair. “And I promise to do better from now on. I’m very proud of the person you’ve grown up to be.”

He returns to the car several minutes later, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions. Relief. Contentment.

Fear. Always fear. Because he’s still there, deep inside. But you almost always help keep William at bay. He just has to be very, very careful.

“So? How did it go?”

“She invited us out. I gave her your number. Thought maybe you could set something up with her directly.”

“See? I told you everything was going to be okay. You have to trust me.”

He leans over to kiss you. “I trust you more than anyone else. Now let’s go get something to eat. I really need a milkshake.”

***

The envelope that had arrived the other morning now sits in the center of Steve’s desk blotter.

The career counselor hesitates a moment longer before dragging his thumb beneath the flap of the envelope, tearing it open and extracting the sheet of paper folded within. He already knows what it’s going to say, of course; not the precise financial terms, but surely a marked increase from the previous offer.

His eyes immediately find the phone number printed on the letter and he lifts up the receiver, dialing and waiting for a response.

“Hurricane Realty, can I help you?”

“Yes, this is St—William Afton,” he says, struggling to push the name out.

“Mr. Afton, great to hear from you. Did you receive our new offer? I’m sure you’ll find it’s increased to a substantial sum.”

“Yes, I did.” He sets the letter down. “Unfortunately I’m still not ready to sell yet.”

The realtor’s friendly tone cools instantly. “Mr. Afton, I assure you this offer will not come around again. That’s the absolute limit we can adjust for the property.”

“I’m aware. It’s still not for sale.”

“Very well. If you change your mind by the end of the week, be sure to let us know. Otherwise the terms expire.”

“I understand.” He hangs up the phone, studying the paper briefly before refolding it and tucking it into the bottom desk drawer beside the stacks of awards.

He can’t do it.

He knows retaining the pizzeria—and its guesome inhabitants—is a difficult chunk of the past to cling to. Temptation. But he can’t quite bring himself to be shed of it completely. Not yet, anyway.

A knock on the door interrupts his thoughts. “Come in,” he calls.

One of the receptionists ducks inside the room, looking apologetic. “Your next appointment just called to say he’s going to be late.”

Steve frowns, glancing at the Manila folder waiting beside the monitor.

“Tell him to reschedule, then.”

“That’s okay, I’ll take the case. Trade it for my eleven ‘o clock, okay?” You step past your coworker who nods and disappears.

“You shouldn’t give in to clients who don’t respect your time,” he grumbles, the sound changing to a hum of appreciation when he sees you’re wearing his favorite outfit.

“You shouldn’t be so grouchy. Maybe he has a good excuse.” You pluck the folder from his desk and quickly lean over to brush your lips across his. “I’ll bring you the other applicant’s file in a second. Are you sleeping over tonight?”

“Yes,” he purrs, his mood improving further as he settles a hand on your hip.

“Careful, there. The door’s open,” you whisper.

“I know,” he whispers back.

You smile and steal another kiss. “I heard back from Vanny. We’re going to the mall next week, then we’ll schedule a dinner for all three of us. You pick the restaurant. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Alright. I’ll see you at lunch.”

“It’s a date.”

***

You’ve barely gotten to flip through the job applicant’s history before the man himself appears.

The curly haired brunette looks nervous as he enters your office, shuffling and scrubbing the back of his neck until you invite him to sit down.

“Sorry I’m late. Abby—my little sister—was being very stubborn this morning.” He adjusts a tie that’s been sloppily knotted, squirming around in his chair. He’s not used to wearing business clothes, you think. He looks very uncomfortable.

You smile warmly at him. “I understand. We all have those kinds of days.” You glance at the first page of contents inside the folder, then firmly shut the cover.

“I know it probably looks bad.” He gestures to his file.

“Well, let’s not worry about that right now. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, Mr. Schmidt, isn’t it?”

“Mike’s fine.”

“Mike. So you have a younger sibling at home?”

“I’m raising her, yeah.”

“That must be challenging for you. Who takes care of her when you’re at work?”

“I lucked out there. I have a neighbor that watches her. She’s been good about me being behind on paying her,” he mumbles, looking embarrassed again.

“So ideally a day shift position would be best for you so you can be home with her in the evenings.”

He sighs loudly, looking relieved. “Yes, exactly.”

“I haven’t really gotten a chance to look this over yet; why don’t you tell me what your job experience is like?”

“Well, I’ve done a lot of different jobs…” He begins, cutting off when a knock on the door interrupts him.

Steve cracks the door open, barely glancing at the seated man. “Sorry to interrupt. They’re ordering Chinese takeout. You in?”

“Yes, I’ll take my usual.”

“Okay. Sorry,” he murmurs, shutting the door before Mike has a chance to reply.

“Sorry about that,” you apologize.

“Yeah, all good, no worries.”

“So, you were telling me about your prior work experiences?”

“They weren’t um…they weren’t the greatest. I have some anger issues,” he admits.

“Are you seeking any professional help for those issues?”

“Currently, no. I have in the past. My kid brother went missing when I was younger, and it’s…it’s kind of messed me up. Tore my family apart. That’s why I’m raising my sister.”

You nod sympathetically. “Maybe it’s just a matter of finding the right person to help.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He fusses with his tie again. “I’m going to be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to be this understanding.”

“I believe everyone deserves a second chance. That’s why I’m not overly concerned with what’s printed on these pages. I’d rather hear it from you directly, so we can find a position that’s best suited to your individual needs.”

“That’s all I’m asking for. I really need to work to support me and Abby, especially. I don’t want to lose custody of her. I have an aunt that’s…not the kindest person.”

“Let’s see what we have available right now and we’ll make sure you walk out of here with a job today. I’m also going to give you a list of therapists that might be helpful to you. Clients have had success with them in the past.”

Mike nods gratefully. “I’m ready.”

***

“This isn’t as good as the place near my house,” Steve complains, jabbing a plastic fork into a piece of orange chicken that afternoon.

“You’re not wrong,” you agree, trying to fluff your fried rice a bit. “But it beats a sandwich. I didn’t have time to pack anything decent. What did you bring?”

“Same thing.” He stretches his legs out beneath the picnic table, studying the ducks swimming in the pond in lazy circles. “How was that client you took on, by the way?”

“He’s a good guy. Just stuck in a bad situation. I managed to find something for him.”

“You’re too nice.”

You shrug, taking a sip from your bottled water.

“And too beautiful.”

Your cheeks flush. “Yeah, whatever.”

“You know it’s true.” He sets his fork down. “Want to go for a little walk?”

“What about dessert?”

“Save it for later.”

You watch him stand and begin packing up his leftovers, mirroring his movements and joining him as he begins walking away from the building, heading deeper into the trees bordering the conversation land.

“What do you want to do this weekend?”

“It’s only Tuesday. You want to make plans already?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”

“Okay. Movies,” you decide quickly.

“Alright. Careful, here. That’s what tripped you up last time, I think.”

You notice the tree root erupting from the earth and step over it, surprised when he gathers you back into his arms.

“Hey,” he hums against your hair.

“Hi.” You chuckle softly, stroking the arm braced around your waist. “You’re in a funny mood today.”

“A good mood.”

“Yeah, maybe that’s it.”

“Because of you.” He presses a kiss against your head. “I want to tell you something.”

You feel his hold loosen and you turn to face him.

He reaches for your cheek. “I want you to know how grateful I am that you’re in my life. And that…I love you,” he says, the last three words tumbling out in an awkward rush.

A happy little flutter tumbles around inside your chest. You twine your hands behind his neck. “I love you, too,” you reply, pulling him closer.

[deluluyunik]

How sweet of you to keep him updated.

Minors please do not interact!

Calebxmc(reader)

Caleb has been away for weeks now due to a mission in the Deepspace Aviation Administration. Before he left you, he assured you that he was coming back home safe to you right away and take care on his mission. As always, he told you to keep updating him with anything, even the little things; he wanted you to update him, and he would do the same.

Well... Maybe in the end you got a little carried away? ...

You woke up on a beautiful, chill morning. Day off, nothing to worry about; actually, the only thing that got you worried is when Caleb is returning back home. You missed him so much that without noticing, you surrounded yourself with Caleb's belongings. You were wearing his shirt, the plushies that he got in the claw machine in the arcade were all over the bed, you sprayed his perfume on your pillow, and even all of his photos that you owned were all over the floor.

You went to the kitchen to get your coffee ready. Suddenly you heard the door opening.

"Is that Caleb...?"

You went to the front door right away.

"Hello there, pipsqueak, you came to greet me? How sweet of you."

You see him in his pilot suit, carrying his luggage.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming home? I should've gotten ready if I knew."

He smiles.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you. Well, I was so eager to come home that I didn't get to hold my phone. Sorry for that."

"It's alright, I'm just happy you're back."

He settles his things to the side and starts to walk toward you, smirking.

"You're so sweet to me, pipsqueak... Actually, you were sweeter when I was away…"

He keeps walking in your direction, leaving you with no choice but to walk backwards until he corners you.

"You were so sweet with the updates, sweet messages, and especially..."

His hands were now against the wall at either side of your head, looking deep into your eyes.

"The pictures and videos you've been sending me every night."

You gasped; you realized that he actually did see the pictures and teasing five-second videos you sent to him touching yourself while thinking of him. You actually did it every night like it was a task to be done without failure, but you did want to get on his nerves by unsending it right after a minute. But nothing was said by him in that matter so you thought he didn't see it.

You clear your throat.

"Uhm, Caleb, I don't know what you're talking about."

You awkwardly avert your gaze, but he returns your gaze to him by holding your chin with his thumb.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me, pipsqueak; you know exactly what you were doing."

He put his thigh between your legs, teasingly moving it forward and backward, and kisses your neck.

You don't know what to say or how to defend yourself from the trouble that, the first time, was your doing, but what to say when your man is teasing your cunt like it was nothing?

He smirks and stops everything he was doing.

"Well, if you're not going to speak, then I'll just be in the bedroom if you need me, pretty." He grins.

He leaves you dumbfounded, and it makes you kind of pissed off, like how could he leave you like that after getting your cunt all wet and worked up? Oh no, no, he's not having his way today.

That's what you thought.

You walk your way to the bedroom only to see Caleb lying down on the bed, naked, pleasuring himself, holding his hard shaft all wet from the pre-cum tight while he humps on it; his moans were low, but fuck, how hot and sweet it was.

"Fuck yeah, so good… fu~oh, there you are, pipsqueak," he moans as he continues pleasuring himself.

"C-caleb, what are you doing?"

He stops humping, holding his shaft up, and he smirks while looking at you.

"What am I doing? I'm just letting all the stress I've had since my missi~ Oh, wait, what are you doi~"

You shut him up by getting on top of him and kissing him. He holds your waist, guiding it to grind on his throbbing shaft. He pulls you away from the kiss and removes the shirt you were wearing, throwing it away. He licks your nipple and pulls away from it, leaving a thread of saliva, and sucks on it hard while his thumb plays with your other nipple.

"You missed this, didn't you? You missed me all over your perfect body, huh, princess?"

You nod.

"I know baby, I know..."

He changes position with you in a swift motion, with you lying down and he kneeling between your legs.

"Touch yourself, rub that pretty clit of yours, and get it all nice and wet for me."

You start rubbing it slowly, parting your cunt lips away to feel how wet and needy it was.

"Yes, just like that. That's a good girl right there. Mmm... Now tell me, pipsqueak, what do you want to do?"

He rubs his cock while looking at you.

"Do you want to get fucked?... Do you want me to cum on your throat? mm? Or how about… Do you want to cum??"

The pace of you rubbing your clit gets faster, while your other hand holds your breast.

"I-I want to come."

"I can't hear you pipsqueak, louder, do you want to cum?"

"Y-yes."

He smirks, he stops rubbing his cock, and he reaches for your hand that was rubbing your clit and holds on to it.

"Hmm, you look so pretty and good touching yourself, but no."

He pulls your hand away from your cunt, kisses your fingers, and sucks on them. You look at him confused.

"B-but why? Caleb, please."

He puts both of your hands on either side of your head, and from licking your breasts untill he reaches your neck, he puts a hickey on it.

"Don't look at me like that, pipsqueak; you knew exactly what you were doing while I was away."

He bites your ear and puts his thigh between your legs to rub your cunt.

"Sending me such lewd, sexy photos while I was busy in the mission, and those smug little captions you sent along with it;

(He narrates your messages to him.)

~Having so much fun now

~Look at me, Captain Caleb, touching myself feels so fucking good.

~Bet you want to come home right now to fuck me like this.

~Touching myself while I think of you. I Hope you're enjoying your mission.

And with all of the mission's bullshit that I had to deal with, trying to focus on my mission while my dick was hard in my pants, you know that's such a struggle."

He sucks on your breasts hardly, you gasp as you move your hips on his thigh, he leaves a big hickey on your breast, and he kisses your cheek.

"And by the time I get back to the hotel, oh, what happens? He pulls his thigh away, all the photos and videos are deleted, he smirks, and you acted too innocent and coy in chat."

He licks your lips and whispers in your ear.

"But you know what, those photos and videos you sent me? Don't worry, beautiful, my phone has auto-save. But I decided to wait, not giving in to any of my desires to touch my cock while watching you touch yourself until I get home. It was so hard, pipsqueak, my cock screaming to be touched every night as I watched you all night long on my phone, fucking your pretty cunt while moaning my name."

He lets both of your hands go and starts rubbing his cock again.

"Now I'm not letting you cum until I'm satisfied; I'm just gonna jerk myself off in front of you."

His hands rubbing his shaft faster and harder as he keeps eye contact with you, he licks his lips and moans.

You reach your hand to your cunt to also pleasure yourself, but Caleb stops you.

"Nah-ah, pipsqueak, no touching yourself, not until I allow you. Or do you want me to tie you up, hm?"

You grasp the sheets in frustration as you watch Caleb pleasure himself, watching him rub his shaft now slowly and teasingly. You could hear each sound of his rub thanks to how wet his cock was because of his pre-cum.

"Fuck, pipsqueak, it feels so good. I bet you felt this good when you touched yourself, huh?"

He gasps, strokes getting fast.

"Go on, princess, try begging me to let you touch yourself, or even better, to fuck you. Give your best shot."

You get on all fours, face leveling his cock while your eyes are up on his face, you open your mouth, inclining to suck his cock, and you lick your lips.

"Please, Caleb, please make love to me. Fuck me till I can't walk anymore; you're the only one who can make me feel good."

He grins, gets off the bed, and pulls your body to the edge of the bed, still positioning you on all fours, and stands behind you. With satisfaction on his face, he kisses your back and fingers you from behind.

"Fuck, pipsqueak, you're soaking wet. Did you get this wet from watching me? You make me go nuts, shit."

Hitting your sweet spot, you moan loudly, grasping the sheets while arching your back.

"Uhum, yes, baby, arch that sexy back for me; you look so fucking beautiful."

"F-fuck, Caleb, please put your cock inside me. I want it now, please."

You moan and reach for his hand, fingering you.

He stops fingering you and slaps your butt; stroking his cock, he teases your cunt.

"Ah… You want me to put it in here? Is that what you want me to do, pipsqueak? You want me to put my aching cock inside this pretty pussy of yours?"

You nod.

He slaps your butt and squishes it tightly.

"Use your words, pretty girl."

"C-Caleb, I want you; please put it inside already."

"I fucking love when you do as I say."

He slams his cock inside your cunt, both of you moaning in pleasure as Caleb puts one hand on your shoulder to support him getting deeper inside you. You feel his cock throbbing inside you.

"Do you feel it, pipsqueak? Do you feel how good my cock feels inside you? Thrust, u-uh, fuck, do you feel how we were made just for each other? Deep thrust. You're fucking perfect, y/n. You're mine, always have been mine.

His thrust getting harder and faster, you rub your clit, already feeling the orgasm building up.

"I'm—I'm going to cum, C-Caleb."

He pulls your hair and bites your ear.

"No, no, no, baby, no cumming yet. I'm not letting you cum till I'm satisfied. Don't you even dare to cum; now keep rubbing your clit for me."

He sucks on your shoulder, thrusts even faster and harder.

"Fu-uck Caleb, pleaaasee, fuck, pleaseee let me cum, please."

You beg desperately, not having the strength to hold it in anymore.

Caleb pulls away.

You gasp, your whole body falls onto the bed, leaving you breathless and frustrated.

"Sorry, pipsqueak, not yet. Stay with me a little longer. I know my good girl can do it."

He lifts you onto his arms and positions you on his throbbing cock (Aquaman's delight position).

"Now I'm going to fuck you hard, y/n, and I want you to cum with me, do you understand?

"Y-yes."

"That's my girl."

He thrusts on your pussy right away, fucking you hard and fast, not letting you moan or breathe properly, only letting you be cock drunk.

Caleb moans loudly as he buries his face on your shoulder, both of your juices running down on his legs like there was a waterfall.

"Can't take it anymore, pipsqueak? Want to cum already? Let's cum together then. Be my fucking good girl and cum with me."

You squirm and clench hard on his cock, both of you cumming at the same time; his thrust becomes slower as you feel him get breathless. You hold his chin up and kiss him; you bite onto his lower lip, and he smirks.

"So cute, pipsqueak; I could do this all day."

Your eyes widen.

"I'm just joking, or maybe not." He giggles and kisses your forehead as he lays you down on the bed.

"I missed you, pipsqueak, and I love you so much."

He sits beside you and fixes your hair.

"I'm going to get us cleaned, and then I'll cook something for us to eat later."

You hold his hand and caress it; you didn't have to say anything, he understood you right away and lay down beside you.

"Maybe cuddling sounds much better, huh?" He caresses your face and kisses your cheek.

"Pipsqueak, that was very sweet of you to keep me updated and everything, but next time I would prefer you to video call me; we'll do everything together from now on," he smiles.

[bekkachaos]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✨

tagged by the talented @diazsdimples 💕

This is some more that I've been working on from the angsty addict Buck / spiralling Eddie fic!

TW: this references scars from self-harm.

He knew that people sometimes made jokes about it, dark comments and ideations that were never actually going to come to pass, and Buck did have a flare for the dramatic. But it left Eddie with an uncomfortable tightness in his gut all the same, and he had been the one to bring it up, to push and prod about scars that he had no business knowing about.

He sighed, throwing the sheets off himself and walking over to the closet. He opened it up and got down on his knees to search through one of the boxes, feeling the heat from Buck's gaze on his back where he knew he was watching him.

Eventually he found it, tucked away under as many things as he could pile on top of it, the small black jewelers box. He took in a deep breath before standing and walking back towards the bed, tossing the box to Buck as he did.

He raised an eyebrow back as Eddie climbed back in beside him, turning his attentions to the box as Eddie just let out a soft 'open it'.

That's when it was Eddie's turn to look away. He hated that thing, always had.

Buck opened the lid of the box and his eyes went wide, looking back at Eddie.

"This is a silver star," he said, and Eddie pursed his lips with a nod.

"Yep."

Buck went back to staring at it where it sat on the felt lining, shiny and pristine and stained with gallons of invisible blood.

"Third-highest military decoration for valor," he said slowly, as if he was reading it out of the army handbook. He actually sounded genuinely impressed. "They don't just hand these out you know. If I had one of these I'd never take it off."

"Yeah well, take it if you want it. I never did," he said, and now Buck was eyeing him curiously again. "I'm not the guy with the medal. I'm not anything that it represents."

Eddie looked up at him, avoiding the medal and it's box and momentarily wondering if he would be surprised every time he looked into those eyes at how blue they really were.

"Point is, your scars don't make you a coward, just like that thing doesn't make me a fucking hero," he said softly, his fingers tightening in the sheets to dull the temptation to reach out to Buck and take his hand.

Buck held his gaze, and something flickered in the ocean of his eyes like a wave breaking on the shore. Before he let Eddie get a good look at it he was staring back down at the medal again.

"I mean," he said, turning back with the hint of a smile on his mouth. "By definition you literally are a hero."

Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Shut up," he reached out and pushed the box shut in Buck's hands. "Why do you think I keep that thing in the closet?"

Buck made a 'hmm' sound with his mouth, fingers closing around the box as he stared back.

"I don't know, what else do you keep in the closet?"

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

It was clear that Adam didn't have the first clue on what to do about being his "jailor" meant because even though he didn't do anything too crazy to make his life Hell here in Heaven he also didn't give him the basics.

They'll get there.

Hopefully.

So, Lucifer put his pajamas off to the side for him to wear later tonight. Part of him wanted to pull out his phone out of boredom and doom scroll but then Adam would know he had it.

Maybe when he leaves again Lucifer can look around for a charger...... Their phones didn't look that different design wise so maybe the changers would work for his.

He removed his coat and folded it up neatly and rolled up his sleeves. It was just giving him something to do.

Lucifer: ....... Is that broken?

Adam glanced up as the devil gestured to the tv: No? It has a glamour on it so you can't watch it.

Wow that's really fucking rude.

Lucifer: ....... Nice. So, what I'm just supposed to sit on your couch forever and do nothing?

Adam: I guess so.

Lucifer: ...... Can I mow your lawn?

Adam: What is your fucking obsession!? It's my grass!

Lucifer: It's five feet tall! To you it might just brush your ankles but everyone else it's too long.

Adam smirked: You mean to you? One step out there and you'd be lost in the grass. Short ass.

Lucifer scoffed: Big deal! I keep my lawn trimmed.

Adam: Well it's not your lawn! I don't have gardeners or landscapers to do the up keep for me your royal pain in the ass.

Lucifer huffed: I'll have you know I cut my own grass.

Now Charlie will likely have to hire someone to take care of it. She can't mow it that's too much lawn for her! If she even wants to live in the manor again that is........

Or maybe she'll just leave it. Let everything grow out and the vines will consume his home..... Not that it matters now.

Adam: I find that hard to believe.

Lucifer: What? That I actually like doing things for myself and don't have people waiting on me hand and foot?

Adam: What like cooking and cleaning?

Lucifer: Yes! Well...... More so cooking.

Adam smirked: You can clean the house.

The devil just blinked and looked at him like he had three heads: What?

Adam: You say you're bored, so make yourself useful and clean up.

Lucifer scoffed and folded his arms resting back into the couch more scowling. His a King not a fucking maid and certainly not Adam's maid.

Lucifer: No.

Adam: Excuse me?

Lucifer: I said no! This place isn't even dirty, there's no dust or dirt. Besides I'm not your maid.

The only mess were the wrappers that Lucifer stuffed in the couch. But Adam didn't need to know that.

Hell's Missing the Devil

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Lucifer wasn't sure if he had heard Sera correctly but the serious tone and look on her face told him that yes she was in fact serious.

Lucifer: I'm sorry.... What?

Sera sighed, she sounded annoyed: We will put an end to the Exterminations and in exchange you will be up in Heaven as a prisoner.

That..... Didn't sound ideal.

But neither were the Exterminations.

He didn't understand, wasn't the whole point of him falling so that he would never see Heaven again? Didn't that defeat the purpose?

Unless...... There was more to it.

Sera: Think about it. Come back here tomorrow when you've made your choice. Make the right choice for once.

He scowled when she left. What a bitch.

Lucifer did think about it and that's when it dawned on him.

With Lilith gone and now Lucifer, Charlie would have to step up and rule Hell. Which meant that she wouldn't have time to run her hotel.

It was underhanded and sneaky..... It was so Heaven.

But by doing this....... He would be saving his daughter too. He didn't trust them not to go after her one day.

Charlie: Dad you can't.

Lucifer: Sweetie, I..... I know this isn't ideal but it's for a greater good.

Charlie teared up: What am I supposed to do without you!?

It was different when he was just holed up in the manor, at least she knew he was safe at home.

But in Heaven? Lucifer was considered a traitor. Who knows what they would do to him.

Lucifer hugged his baby girl tight: Y-you'll be okay...... I love you.

Charlie: ...... I love you too.

She didn't want to let him go. There had to be a way to bring him home.

The next day, Lucifer went to the embassy where Sera was waiting.

Sera: So?

Lucifer sighed, this felt like a mistake but he didn't know what else to do to keep Charlie and their people safe.

Lucifer: Alright.......

Sera: Good.

She snapped her fingers and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on his wrists and Lucifer suddenly felt very drained. They must be blocking his powers.

With another snap, handcuffs with a chain appeared as well, Lucifer walked with his head down through the portal with Sera.

He would have laughed when he heard Peter freaking out. But any amusement left him when Sera said who he would be staying with.

Sera: You'll be under Adam's watch.

It felt ironic in a way.

Lucifer felt like he had been handed a death sentence as Sera handed his chain over to the first man.

[wanderlustknightofmagic]

Zoran would scowl before he marched over to the teen and stared down at him, eyes almost piercing through the young man as he clicked his tongue. "I see your hatred is not born from a place of experience but was taught to you. Tell me, what knowledge is there to be gained from following fools? I do not tolerate ignorance, nor do I tolerate the spread of hatred." He shot a glance back at the man he was with before turning back to the teenager.

With a sigh, he would shake his head. "You misunderstand child." Zoran leaned in close so he was eye-level with the young man, blue eyes staring almost into the youth's soul. "If I told you... Die with your ideals, right here and now... Or abandon your blind hatred and live alongside them... Which would you choose? Oh... and let me warn you now... If you have poisoned the well with those little ones behind you... Well... I know someone who specializes in 'removing poisoned thoughts'... but I don't think either of us would like that," He threatened without breaking eye-contact.

The knight would take a second to sit besides Rhea and Sothis before sighing for a moment. "...It... It will be fine... We just have to continue on... I have to keep on... I need to continue helping as much as I can... There is still so much going on... At the very least... we count our blessings. She is back... She came home... That is... That is all we can ask for."

it had been five long years. She’s been captured and tortured and she’s finally been found by her second youngest son, Seteth, by pure luck. When the duo returned to the monastery and Sothis out into the infirmary, it was Flayn who ran to find Rain.

“Grandfather!” Flayn called out upon seeing him. “Grandmother is home, we found her!”

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