#nessy mumbles

[moonstones-and-stardust]

Some points I shouldn't have to reiterate

-Being kind shouldn't be a second thought.

-Your relationships shouldn't be constant arguments.

-Those close to you shouldn't tear you down.

-It's good to have time and space to just relax.

-Just because you aren't being productive doesn't mean you're worthless.

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

oh my God its Nessie Cullen's 18th birthday....she's legal.....the Nessie/Jacob book that Meyer has been threatening us with for years could drop at any given moment....we need to fortify our borders and prepare the troops....

[lenoraah]

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦

pairing - charles leclerc x best friend! (turned lover) reader

summary - charles decides that he finally wants some normalcy in his life, that’s when reader and her best friend take it on their own hands to make it the most normal date that charles has ever been on. that is until charles blows off his date, realizing that he can no longer hide his emotions and feelings for his best friend

a/n - best friends to lovers, one of my least favorite tropes what this just seemed right. and as usual the best friend will be named (Ines) p.s reading is kind of rushed :)

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“No,”

“Why not?”

“Because Charles, normal people don’t wear a full five piece suit on a first date.” Y/n makes a face and Ines snort laughs at the sight of the Monegasque driver.

Charles groans as Y/n tugs at his tie and makes another face.

“Well I don’t know what to wear.” Charles plops down on the armchair behind him and crosses his arms with a pout on his face.

Ines and Y/n share a look before slowly starting to nod. Ines gets up and the two stand right in front of Charles with a smug smile on their faces.

“No, no, no. I don’t like this look,” Charles rapidly shakes his head as the two best friends in front of him keep nodding.

Y/n and Ines waste no time in dragging Charles into their enormous walk-in closet. Charles gets thrown into a chair the moment they enter the room.

The brunette spends the next ten minutes listening to Y/n and Ines mumble and completing why he agreed let Y/n help them with his first ‘normal date’.

“Here,” Y/n tosses Charles pair of jeans.

“And this,” Ines throws him a vintage sweatshirt.

“Layer the sweatshirt over the dress shirt, and leave everything untucked from the jeans. And also your perfectly white sneakers.” Y/n rolls her eyes at the last part and Charles can’t help but grin.

Ines and Y/n ushers for the Monegasque to change and they settle into the two armchairs. The y/h/c girl keeps quiet as she gently grazes Charles suit jacket making Ines raise an eyebrow.

“Are you okay?” Y/n shakes her head and nods with a stiff look on her face.

“No you’re not,” Ines sighs and gets up from her seat. She crosses her arms and stands in front of Y/n with an unimpressed look on her face.

“I am completely fine, I have no idea with you’re talking about.” Y/n sits up and drapes Charles’s jacket over the chair next to him.

“I don’t think so,” Ines rolls her eyes. “You’re upset that Charles is going on a date and you’re not the one his going with.”

“I- I am not.” Y/n scoffs but hesitantly looks away, avoiding Ines’s gaze.

The brown haired girl ignores her comments and mumbles something in Spanish that Y/n can’t understand.

“Y/n, admit it.”

“No,”

“Say it,”

“No I don’t,”

“Admit it, say that you like Charles.” Ines grabs Y/n and shakes her by her shoulders.

“Fine, fine, I do.” Y/n says in between laughter. “Please stop shaking me.”

“Hah, I knew it.” Ines immediately lets go of her and quietly yells something in Spanish.

Y/n scowls but smiles a little, glad to have the pressure taken off her chest.

“You have to tell him,”

“What? Nessie, I can’t.” Y/n scowls at the idea and punches Ines in the arm.

Ines whimpers and rubs her arm as she walks away from the y/h/c girl, looking at a rack of coats and making an interesting face at a sequin jacket.

Y/n groans as she buries her face in her hands, bringing her knees to her chest.

“How do I look?” Charles enter the room with the rest of his suit in his hand. Ines glances at Y/n before grabbing all pieces of Charles’s suit and a few hangers before leaving the two of them alone.

“Well, this is just another outfit that proves that I can style better than you.” Y/n teases as Charles looks at himself in the mirror.

The two of them stay like that for moment. The two staring at him in the mirror.

So awkward.

Charles adjusts his bracelets as Y/n runs a hand through her hair. Just as Charles is about to open his mouth, his phone buzzes and that gets both of their attentions.

“I think it’s time you go,” Y/n pushes Charles towards the door with a nervous little laugh.

“Y/n-”

“Nope, your date is waiting and you don’t want to be late. Remember Charles, normal people dating.”

“Y/n/n, wait.”

Ugh the nickname.

Y/n nods and bites down on her inner check, trying to not make it obvious that she is one step closer to blushing if Charles does one more cute or swoon-worthy thing.

“I’ll text you later,” Charles mumbles and Y/n can only keep nodding.

“Uh, huh okay, bye now.” Y/n shoves him out the door and waves with a stupid smile on her face that make Ines, who is watching from the kitchen, face palm.

“I’ll be thinking of you, thanks for everything.”

“Neat, bye now. Text me everything later,” Y/n slams the door close and sighs in relief, only to be greeted with Ines’s horror-filled face and her opening a book and gripping it tightly.

“Neat,”

“Yes, that is what you said.” Ines says with an unreadable look on her face as she aggressively flips the page.

“Oh my God, he said he would thinking of me, Ines. And I said neat,” Y/n sits down at the counter and groans into her hands.

“Yep, I don’t know if what I said to Joseph on our first date after he said he wanted to see me again is worse or this.”

“Didn’t you thank him?” Y/n scrunches her eyebrows together.

Ines sighs as she slams her book close, “I fucking thanked him.”

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So, so stupid.

Y/n groans as she lays down on the floor, her phone thrown halfway across the room. The constant buzzing is killing her.

It’s either Ines asking her a million questions or Charles texting her about the date. Either way we doesn’t want to hear from neither of them.

The y/h/c girl has a pout on her face as she watches Kat’s poem from 10 Things I Hate About You. She tries her best to not cry as she has a crackly face mask on.

As Y/n’s about to have a pity party for herself she, the doorbell rings and she groans once again.

She swings the door open which an annoyed expression on her face.

“What? Wait- Charles? What are you going here?” Y/n tries to keep a straight face as her eyes widen at the sight of her best friend standing at her door with his hands stuffed in his pockets while looking down at the floor.

“I- uh- Came to see you?” Charles smiles awkwardly as he sways from side to side trying to not laugh as he sees the green mixture covering her face.

“Right, uh huh. You know what, we both know neither of us can take anything seriously with this on my face. So give me a minute,” Y/n runs off once again with a nervous laugh, grabbing Charles’s hand and pushing him onto the couch before slamming the door shut.

Charles sits there for a couple minutes before Y/n walked a back into the room.

“So, tell me about your date?”

“I ditched,”

“What?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Charles murmurs, looking down.

Y/n’s eyes rolls to the back of her head for a minute before she sits up straight and stares right into Charles’s green eyes.

“I- I like you too?”

“You do?” Charles inches closer towards her face and she nods with a sheepish smile on her face.

“I like you too,”

The two lean in for a kiss and everything was going so well and-

Damn it Ines.

“What?”

“I knew it! I fucking knew it! Joseph owes me so much money!”

[kaleldobrev]

Vampergeist (5) — The 15 Year Problem Series

Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Series Summary: Needing help on a poltergeist case, you ask fellow hunter Sam Winchester for help. Despite having a broken arm, Sam agrees to help you. But, just as he’s about to head out and meet you, Dean tells him that he’ll take his place and help instead.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cursing (6x), Age Gap (15 years), Sexual tension & Vulnerable Reader

Authors Note: Only 2 more parts after this one gang! I hope y'all have been having a great time with this series so far! | It's one of my favorite universes to write for | A prequel series to the Old Man Universe (OMU) on how Dean and reader met | Takes place a few days after Dean is cured from being a demon in 2016 (please read this post for reasonings why it’s 2016, not 2014) | As always, thoughts are in italics and the "POV's" switch between Dean & Reader | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

⋆ The 15 Year Problem Masterlist ⋆

⬸ Go Back & Read Chapter 4

“Okay, I think I know what we’re dealing with,” Dean said, looking up from one of the case files the coroner had given you less then half an hour ago. He kept a strong grip on the files, his tone and facial expressions serious.

You gave him a slightly questionable look as you sipped your beer and squinted your eyes slightly. Before you had called Sam, you had done some digging and you were sure that it was a poltergeist case, as all signs of one were there at all of the crime scenes. The only couple of things you hadn’t quite nailed yet were who the poltergeist was, and why it seemed to be only targeting medical students. “Yeah, it’s a polter—”

“A Vampergeist,” Dean said at the exact same moment as you, essentially cutting you off.

Your mouth was half open, trying to process what he just said. After the case was over, you made a mental note to ask Sam if his brother said things like this often. You folded your hands, eyeing Dean, trying to keep a straight face. “What in the living fuck is a Vampergeist?”

“It’s a poltergeist that sucks the blood of its victims like a vampire,” Dean explained, his tone with slight humor in it. “Vampergeist,” he repeated, moving his hands in a gesture as if he was somehow imitating Vanna White. The smile on his face was a rather goofy one — similar to that of a toddler who told his mother a new word he had just discovered. But you couldn’t help but smile looking at him. With the short amount of time you’ve been with Dean, he had made you smile more than anyone had in such a long time.

“Vampergeist is definitely a new one,” you said, playing along with his new word. A word that you didn’t want to admit to him that you were actually pretty fond of. “Unfortunately, Vampergeists exist just as much as Bigfoot and Nessie do,” you teased.

“Vampergeists don’t exist,” he mumbled to himself, using a slightly mocking tone. You smirked, giving a quiet chuckle to yourself at his imitation of you.

Dean rubbed his eyes, feeling the eye strain starting to hit him from looking at the case files and the laptop. At this point, neither one of you had a clue who the poltergeist could be, and why it seemed to be specifically targeting medical students of all people. In his long hunting career, and in your numerous poltergeist cases you’ve worked, neither of you had ever seen or heard of one that drained the blood of its victims before; especially one that didn’t even leave marks for entry.

He looked at you, and you were biting your bottom lip; something that you tended to do, he noticed, whenever you were thinking or concentrating hard on something. He wished he was the one biting it. Fuck, I need to get laid, he thought.

You must of felt his stare, as all of a sudden you looked up from the case file and smiled at him. The way you smiled killed him. "Did you find anything?" You asked, placing the case file on the table.

"No," he answered automatically, rubbing his face again. "But what I can tell you is that I have a fuck ton of eye strain. Which means, it's time to take a break," he said, patting the table and getting up.

You weren't against a break, as the more breaks you took, the longer it took to work the case. And the longer it took to work the case, meant the longer amount of time you got to spend with Dean.

As he got up from the table, he went to his side of the bed and plopped onto it, grabbing the remote from the side table and turning on the television. "Watching tv isn't going to help your eye strain you know," you commented. "Might make it worse."

Dean scoffed. "Everything can be solved by watching some TV," he said. "Now come." He patted your side of the bed, and started flipping through the channels trying to find something the two of you could watch together.

As you lied down on the bed next to Dean, your heart started to pound quickly. You were inches away from him, and all you wanted to do was reach out and touch him. You wanted to grab his hand and hold it in yours, rest your head on his shoulder. But the more you thought about all the things you had wanted to do with him, the sadder you got. You were never going to be able to rest your head on his shoulder, or feel his lips on yours. There was no way he would ever look at you in a romantic way.

There was absolutely nothing to watch, which slightly surprised him, because even in shitty motels, there was at least one thing to watch. But the more he channel surfed, the deeper he sighed. “There’s nothing on, not even Scooby-Doo,” he said.

“Is Scooby-Doo your favorite?” You asked, looking at him, and he nodded in response.

“Yeah. Like I said before. Scooby-Doo was one of those things that was always on no matter where me, my dad and Sammy were. It was also one of the few things that I watched where I knew the bad guy was going to lose,” he explained. “Like —”

“Horror movies,” you added. “That’s why I like horror movies so much. You know the bad guy is always going to lose,” you explained. Of course you fucking like horror movies, he thought. Was there something the two of you didn’t have in common?

“Yeah, exactly,” he agreed. “That’s what I tell Sammy all the time. He says our life is pretty much a horror movie, that’s why he doesn’t like them but, at least I know in movies the bad guy loses. In our world well…”

“It’s not a guarantee,” you said, finishing his sentence for him yet again, your tone sounding almost slightly saddened. “Speaking of which,” you began, as you sat on the edge of the bed, “we need to find out who this poltergeist is before anymore students end up dead,” you said, as you walked back over to the table.

“Yahtzee!” Dean randomly called out, throwing his hands up in the air before spinning his laptop to face you. “Read the title of this article I finally found,” he said, with the biggest, impressed smile on his lips.

“David Falko’s medical instruments donated to medical museum at The University of Tulsa,” you read aloud. “What about it?” You asked.

“Keep reading, and look at the date on the bottom of the article,” Dean pointed out.

“July first, twenty-sixteen,” you said.

“And when was the first murder?” Dean asked.

“July third, twenty-sixteen,” both you and Dean at the same time.

“Son of a Bitch,” you mumbled.

“But wait, there’s more,” Dean began, holding up his pointer finger before turning his laptop back to him. “I did a little bit more digging on our pal Falko here, and fifty years ago, he murdered three of his medical students using the exact same instruments that were donated.”

“How do you explain the blood draining with no marks?” You asked.

Dean grinned from ear to ear. “I am so glad you asked.” He grabbed one of the case files that the corner had given you, and opened it, revealing the photographs from the autopsy. “Our coroner friend did miss something. See this right here?” Dean pointed to one of the autopsy photos, which was a close up picture of one of the medical students hairlines by their neck.

“That mark right there?” You asked, pointing to a small circular mark that looked extremely similar to a mole.

“Yep. That’s not a mole like the coroner thought. It’s actually a puncture wound. What Falko did fifty years ago, was he punctured the base of the students skulls close enough to their hair line so it looked like a mole and essentially, went unnoticed,” Dean explained. “Until now anyway,” he winked.

“And because he was their supervisor, that’s why there was no forced entry,” you stated, and Dean nodded. “What about the lack of struggle?”

“All three students offered to make Falko coffee, and when the students weren’t looking, Falko would drug them. So, when the students drank the drugged coffee, they would fall asleep, and that’s when he could do his handiwork,” he explained, and his explanation made your blood run cold. Not only did Falko kill three people, he did it in a cowardly way.

“It would make sense for Falko to be our guy. Do you think, and it’s a stretch here I know that, the reason that there are no drugs in any of the students systems is because he can just knock them out from being a ghost?” You knew how crazy your theory was, but in this line of work, sometimes the craziest of theories were the most logical of ones.

Dean shrugged. “Could be possible. But at the same time, even in death, serial killers don’t really change their M.O. And I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

You chuckled at his comment. “I’m sure it’s not the craziest thing you’ve ever said,” you slightly smirked.

Dean smirked back. “Actually —” but before he could indulge in your comment, you cut him off.

“Please tell me the medical instruments are still at the college, because I’m assuming we can’t just salt and burn this guy,” you said. Both Dean and you have been on plenty of ghost cases, and rarely was it that easy to just salt and burn the remains — there was almost always something else involved.

“You would be correct because our buddy here was cremated,” Dean replied.

“Of course he is,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Alright. Well. Since we have a few hours to kill before dark, I say we take a little nap and fuel up before we steal some historical medical equipment from a prominent university.”

Dean smiled, chuckling to himself. “Couldn’t have said it any better myself.”

The rest of the morning and afternoon with Dean couldn’t have gone any quicker. It felt like the time flew by, and it was time that you desperately wanted to re-live again; which is funny because it was relatively uneventful. The two of you did what you had suggested: take a nap, refuel, and watched some tv. But during those hours with him, you felt safe and comfortable. You felt truly safe with Dean despite barely knowing him a couple of days. He was still relatively a stranger to you and yet, you’d trust him with your life if it ever came down to it.

When it came to your nap, you were the first one to wake, which you were strangely grateful for as you were able to admire the way Dean slept. He looked so peaceful, like he didn’t have a care in the world. You wanted desperately to reach out and touch him, to feel his stubble underneath your fingertips. But you had to resist the urge even though it was getting stronger with each passing second.

When nighttime had finally come, it was time to head to the medical museum at the university, and hopefully put a stop to this once and for all. But based on the information that the two of you had gathered though, you figured that Falko was done with his little murder spree, but you needed to make sure that he would never be able to harm anyone ever again. Three now, and six in total was far too many innocent lives lost.

As you and Dean drove to the university, there remained that comfortable silence that seemed to often appear between the two of you; the only sound to be heard in the truck was The Clash, but the volume was scarily low for you, as you tended to blast your music — not caring who heard. But in this moment, you felt it wasn’t necessary.

Despite the silence that you were enjoying between the two of you, you were the one that broke it. “Before, you asked me how I got into hunting so young,” you began, still keeping your eyes on the road.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Dean reassured you. “It’s not a big deal if I don’t know.”

“I want to. I trust you,” and you meant it when you said that, as trust was something you rarely gave to people since you became a hunter. You removed your hand from the wheel briefly, and touched the dog tags that were hanging in your review mirror. “See these?” You asked, and removed your hand, putting it back on the wheel again. Dean nodded. “He’s the reason I got into hunting.”

Dean looked at you, inches away from touching the precious dog tags you had refused to burn after all this time. “May I?” He asked, and you nodded. He removed the dog tags gently from the rear view and you felt your heart pounding quickly. You never let anyone touch them, and yet, you were letting Dean. “Joseph A. Baxter,” Dean read.

“Joey,” you corrected, partially smiling as you said his name. “He was my best friend and my neighbor. We were…inseparable, attached to the hip. Our parents always wondered when the two of us would start dating but, we…” you sighed deeply. “Never got the chance to.” You hadn’t talked about Joey in such a long time, and it felt almost therapeutic in a way to talk about him, but at the same time, he was someone you rarely talked about because sometimes it was too painful for you to bring up the memories of him, despite the amount of fondness and love you had for him.

You felt tears coming on, and you quickly did your best to bat them away with your eyelashes, but some still managed to escape to your cheeks. “He enlisted, and he left. Said he’d be back in no time,” you took a deep breath again. This was harder than you expected it to be. You wanted to continue, to tell Dean about him, as you felt safe enough to tell him, something you rarely felt with people since Joey died. As you were almost about to give up, you felt Dean place his hand on your thigh. Not in a romantic way, but in a comforting way. But the gesture didn’t last long, as he quickly pulled it away. But that small gesture gave you enough strength to continue.

“When he came back he was…he was dead. We got the news when an army vehicle pulled up in front of his parents house with one of those folded flags with his dog tags on top,” you paused again, but Dean remained silent. “His funeral was a week later. I was just so…angry at him. He promised…he promised he’d come back.” You didn’t fight back any of the tears now, as they were running down your cheeks. You knew you were in no condition to drive now, so you pulled over to the side of the road.

As soon as you did, you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Your body was on autopilot. You turned to Dean and wrapped your arms around him, and without hesitation it seemed, he wrapped his arms around you. He gently rubbed your back the best he could at the angle you were at, and he started humming, as if he was trying to help you calm down. “It’s okay,” he whispered on repeat to you.

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For a second, Lance thinks it’s some weird cosplayer with no sense of personal space. Purple hair, fake elf ears, someone’s played way too much D&D. But then they blink and their pale violet eyes swirl with unearthly fire, and… NOPE. LEAVING NOW. Not today secret waterfall satan.

Lance is turning before he even thinks it and starts sprinting to the edge of the pool. Well, sprinting as fast as one can in neck high water. In retrospect, swimming would have been the logical fastest option but Lance isn’t finding himself in a particularly logical state of mind.

He sees Hunk standing wide-eyed and petrified in place as he nears the rocky edge of the pool. Lance grabs for the ledge to lift himself out, but all the thrashing about has made it slippery and he falls back into the water with a splash. In an instant he’s up again, sputtering and blinking away the water. He risks a glance behind him, surely this setback has given that thing time to catch up, but all that’s behind him is the slowly stilling water.

What the… ? “HUNK!! HUNK! Some help here!” Lance yells, just as the water explodes around him. He spins to see something impossible. Some creature with a head nearly as long as his body rises out of the water, rapidly followed by miles and miles of purple and blue neck. When it stops rising, it pauses to look directly at him, water rippling off its serpentine body, and Lance’s brain begins to shut down.

Of all the ways Lance had considered he might meet his end — in bed surrounded by dozens of great-grandchildren; heroically defending the universe; smothered by adoring fans — this particular demise had never ever had occurred to him. This giant mutant snake ate the cosplayer and was going to make him dessert.

He feels the rocks press into his back as he unconsciously tries to put as much space between him and the monster, his mouth moves mutely, just as well, screaming would probably just encourage it. It cocks its head, and Lance irrationally thinks it looks like a confused puppy before it lowers to look him in the eye. This is where it eats him.

He wants to look away, but fear sticks him in place. Its eyes glow and swirl with purple and red flames as it edges closer and snorts, and, suddenly he’s yelling. Loud. Lance McClain is not going to die in this stupid haunted waterfall. Not today.

He scrabbles fruitlessly against slippery side of the pool when large hands grab onto his arm and heave him bodily from the water. Hunk is about as pale as it’s possible for a human to get and he looks like he’s about two seconds away from throwing up, but he’s still here. He’s winning all the best friend of the millennium awards today.

“RUN!” Is all Lance can get out before they’re doing just that. Fuck his shirt, fuck his shoes, fuck the cosplayer, fuck that mutant snake.

They run until the sounds of the waterfall are a distant memory and they’re deep in the forest again. Lance collapses against a tree and Hunk drops beside him. They sit like that, trying to catch their breath and wrap their heads around what just happened.

“Do you think it followed us?” Hunk asks, still face down on the mossy ground.

“No,” Lance breathes, “something that big, we’d know if it were behind us.”

Hunk looks up at him. “What WAS that thing??”

Good question, Lance thinks.

Hunk eases himself up to a sitting position and leans agains Lance. “Everyone said it was haunted…” he mumbles, “but not with the Loch Ness Monster.”

Lance snorts. “Waterfall Nessie?? Maybe it’s got a vacation lake to get away from Scotland once in a while.”

Hunk guffaws, “Told you to let me test the water before you jumped in.”

[wol-fica]

-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 ℙ𝕋𝟜-

parings - wednesdayaddams x fem!reader

summary - wednesday asks for you to educate her on the wonders of the female body *wink wink*

warnings - oral (r giving), mention of fingering, fluff!!, breast play,

an - this is super wholesome and i love it sm i swear to god i need a girlfriend

———————

You were doing work when it happened.

You were in your office doing some paperwork for your job. You had decided to take a few days at home due to Wednesday feeling slightly unwell. Her allergies were acting up from the pollen and the overwhelming burst of color, so you took the initiative to take care of her.

Wednesday was reluctant to let you stay home, as she claimed “Her health was a mere distraction in your success”, to which you chucked a pillow at her face and ran away in fear. She had chased you with a knife and even threw at the wall where you were backed in to, but a simple hug was enough to calm her down.

Your pen scratched across a paper, your signature filled at the bottom to confirm a shipment of goods. After clicking the pen shut, you moved to your computer to finish an email you were previously typing, completely missing the door of your office sliding open.

You pressed send, leaning back to stretch in your chair when you were forcefully spun around to face your partner. Wednesday dropped herself into your lap, her face immediately tucking into your neck for comfort.

“Hey you.” You said, wrapping your arms around her, “How’re you feeling?”

She mumbled something inaudible, sinking against you as her full weight pushed you into the chair. Your hand reached up and threaded your fingers into her wavy hair, free of braids as you knew they would give her a headache.

“Still icky?” You asked, lightly rocking her in your lap.

“No. I’m bored.” Wednesday replied, tenderly pressing her lips to your neck, “But I do have a nagging inquiry.”

You hummed, nodding as a gestures to continue her question.

“As someone who has experience with girls, how do you please them?” She asked, sitting up to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.

“Well you buy them flowers, never say no, always agree with them even if they are wrong-.”

Wednesday puts her finger on your lips, giving you a look while you grinned humorously. She glared your smile down, her eyes boring into yours.

“I meant sexually.”

You coughed, choking on your spit at her words. Sexually? Why was she asking that? Wednesday has never been into doing sexually intimate things with you because she found the act to be uncomfortable, which meant she was a virgin.

“Well I mean…it’s hard to explain.” You scratched the back of your neck, trying to think of an easy way to tell Wednesday how you fucked previous girlfriends.

“Then show me.” She said, watching as the color drained from your face.

“Wha-.”

“Show me.”

“Nessy wait-.”

“Y/N, I will not say it again.” Wednesday growled, staring at you menacingly.

You inhaled, closing your eyes before nodding in agreement. Carefully, you picked her up by her thighs and left your office, making your way to the master bedroom.

You kicked the door open, shouldered back to being closed, and went to the bed where you laid Wednesday down.

“I’m going to undress you, okay?” You said, reaching to grasp her shirt and pull it off of her.

She tensed at the action, but relaxed when you gave her a gentle kiss to her cheek. After pulling her shirt off, you gently traced the faint scars on her stomach, trying to help her feel comfortable as you prepared to take her virginity.

After tossing her shirt to the side you went to unclip her bra, letting the black laced garment fall off of her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out, plump, round and absolutely beautiful, all for you too.

“You’re breathtaking, my love.” You murmured, leaning in to give her a soft kiss.

She smiled slightly, a nervous blush on her face that she immediately attempted to hide away, “Don’t flatter me Y/N.”

You grinned and shook your head, pushing her back so she would lay down on the bed. You mounted atop her, straddling her waist as you undid the tie on her sweatpants.

After pulling the article off, you glanced up at Wednesday for a final confirmation of her consent. She met your eyes, seeing nothing but love and respect in them, and gave you a nod.

“I’ll be gentle.” You said before carefully taking her underwear off and spreading her legs.

She smelled divine, like some sort of exotic cuisine off of a cruise on the Caribbean. Her aroma invaded your senses and you closed your eyes in bliss, taking a few seconds to just inhale what she had to offer.

“Are you just going to lay there or are you going to have sex with me.” Wednesday asked, glaring at you from above.

“Alright, alright.” You smiled and leaned down to her heat.

Now from being with Wednesday since she was a teenager, you knew she took very extra care of her appearance and her grooming, hence why she was completely shaved and smooth down below.

You gazed at her for a moment, analyzing what she looked like before you dove in. She was already exceedingly wet, but you wanted to be absolutely 100% before even suggesting your fingers.

You left a trail of kisses down her left thigh, skipping over her entrance to do the same to her right. After a few little love bites here and there, you finally began to give your wife what she asked for.

Your tongue darted out, starting with gentle licks up her slit; that got a shiver and a small whimper out of her. Your focus was on keeping her comfortable and giving her the best first time a girl could ever ask for, so keeping it slow and steady was the key.

After enjoying the small amount of juices she just started to produce, you diverted your attention to her clit. She wasn’t quite ready yet, so you had to pull the hood back and get to work on riling her up for you.

“Y/N..” Wednesday keened as you kitten licked her clit, her hand sliding down to thread into your hair; a suggestion to go farther.

Your lips wrapped around her, forming a gentle suck. A small moan erupted from her mouth, her eyes closing as you pleased her. One of your hands left her thigh to slid upwards and to her breasts, your fingers immediately getting to work on her nipples.

You squeezed, sucked, and hummed, earning a few brownie points as Wednesday mewled for you, your name tumbling past her lips all while you did you magic. Eventually you knew she was ready for actual head, so you carefully pulled away and brought your hand back to her leg.

Ever so gently, you spread her lips open with your thumbs and very slowly pushed your tongue into her. She tasted heavenly, like a dessert or some fine dining from some expensive restaurant downtown.

“Y/N.” Wednesday sighed, your name yet again falling from your mouth, “Feels good…”

You nodded and got to work, curling and pumping your tongue in and out of her to give her the best possible first experience. She was tight, as was expected, but was surprisingly easy to work open with just a little bit of pressure.

She was perfect.

“I….I love you…”

You looked up, seeing Wednesday’s head thrown back in pure bliss. She was enjoying this, enjoying you, and that made you feel accomplished. You were doing it right for her, and you knew she was utterly devoting herself to you for the first time in awhile.

You felt her walls tighten slightly, her muscles in her abdomen tensing with anticipation of something hitting her. Her orgasm was coming, and you were going to bring her through it.

You began to hum, and that did the trick for her. The vibrations sent her over the edge as she came for the first time in her life, her arousal seeping into your mouth for you to devour.

After enjoying the taste of her juices, you pulled your tongue out to clean her up, gently licking away the stickiness between her thighs.

“Y/N… amor come here.” Wednesday breathlessly called, tugging you by your hair.

You complied, sliding back up her body to lay atop her. Your eyes met and you finally got a good look at her state. Her hair was a mess, wavy locks undone and spewed out over the pillow under her head. Her eyes were droopy and tired looking while her mascara had rundown her face, as if she had cried.

“My love, did you cry?” You asked, caressing her cheek with your hand.

“Happy tears, Y/N.” Wednesday replied, leaning up to kiss your nose, “I don’t cry in sorrow or pain, I promise you they are tears of joy.”

She cringed at that last word, making you laugh and drop your head into her neck. Her hand came around and wound itself into your hair, scratching your scalp with her black-polished nails.

“Thank you.” She whispered, pulling you close to her, “For this.”

“You’re welcome, I’m glad I got to show you.”

She hummed, kissing your cheek a few times before grabbing a blanket and throwing it over your bodies. You were warm, she was cold; a perfect combination for cuddling.

“Also,” You started, sitting up on your elbow to look down at your wife.

She quirked an eyebrow at you, but your soft gaze kept her calm and patient.

“I love you too.” And you sealed your words with a loving kiss.

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Strawberry & Pine Pt.5

(I think I am going to end this story here soon. But for now, you get some cute stuff) (I made Stan cheesy. I am not sorry.)

Stan had been getting closer to Julie during their time working at the shack and working on the portal together. He eventually admitted to himself that he was falling for her. He hadn’t been able to admit those feelings to her.

“You alright out here Stanley?” A soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

Stan had been sitting on the porch outside just trying to get his thoughts together. He was really starting to like Julie, he found himself always wanting to be around her and never wanted her to go home at the end of the day. But he couldn’t get himself to be brave enough to tell her, he felt he had too much going on, too much baggage. He didn’t feel good enough for her.

“Oh, yeah I’m alright” He glanced over at Julie who was leaning in the doorway. “The twins give you any trouble?”

Dipper and Mable had gone to bed but not before asking Julie to tell them a story. Mable was really the one asking but Julie knew Dipper was listening once she started talking about the Loch Ness “monster”

“They’re all settled down, hope you don’t mind I told them about Nessie,” She says sitting down next to him on the couch.

Stan sighed “I don’t enjoy the fact that the kids know about the weird stuff that goes on here, but I know they already know a lot. They’re doing good at protecting each other”

Julie put a hand on his arm “You’re doing good at protecting them too Stanley” She whispers softly.

He looks at her, finding himself taking notice of her eyes again. She had pretty eyes, she was pretty, and she smelled like Strawberries. It wasn’t a sickly sweet, she smelled comforting.

God he was going crazy.

“Y’know Ford wrote a lot about you” He whispered. Why on earth did he bring up his brother to her? That was not a flirting technique in the slightest.

Julie seemed shocked but nodded slowly “Yeah I know” She looks back out ahead of her, sinking back into the couch. “He liked to study me, my powers, my strengths and weaknesses”

Stan kept looking at her even when she looked away. He didn’t say anything, he just wanted her to keep talking.

“At first it was nice, I thought I had a friend” She shakes her head “But I started to realize he didn’t see me like that. He just saw me as apart of his research.”

“I see you” Stan whispered, the words falling out of his mouth faster than he could realize what he had just said.

Julie looked over at him “What?”

She was looking at him again and he felt like a kid with a high school crush. His brain. Could. Not. Work. “I uhm” He stuttered “You know cause, I’m not that old, despite what Dipper says when I’m driving” He let out an awkward laugh and quickly looked away from her.

He could see out of the corner of his eyes that she was just looking at him “Stanley” She whispers softly. He’s kind of hoping that she will force him to talk about whatever the hell that was, to talk about his feelings. Something.

But she didn’t. “I should probably get going” She stood up from the couch “You should get some sleep here soon”

Stan watched her stand, he felt like he was about to lose his only chance. He didn’t think he would be this brave tomorrow. “Julie wait” He patted the couch when she turned to look at him. Once she took a seat he sighed heavily. “We’ve been doing great work with the portal” he said slowly.

She was just looking at him patiently, not a hint of judgment or annoyance on her face. “And I know soon we’ll get that thing turned on. A-and I like spending time with you, y’know, you’re a hard worker here at the Shack and-and you get along real well with the kids” He rubbed the back of his neck “My brother wrote a lot about your magical talent but I uh, I think I got lucky getting to know you as a person” He groaned and ran his hand down his face “That sounds real lame” he mumbled.

“It’s not lame, Stanley” She says with a small smile on her face. “I think you might be the first person to make an effort to treat me like a person”

He moved his hand and looked at her confused “Whaddya mean?”

“Well everyone knows about me and my magic, so that is their focus. I get it, it’s cool to have a Gravity Falls "anomaly" do fun magic and not try and attack the town, but after a while, it gets frustrating to only be known as a witch” She shrugs “But you have never once asked me to be apart of the Mystery Shack's attraction, and I know that would bring in tourists” She chuckled “But you made me strawberry pancakes my first morning here, you offered me a room and you took time to decorate it with my favorite color”

Stan shrugs “Mable has a lot of pink and she likes to decorate”

Julie just laughs “But you care Stanley. You’re sweet to me, You didn’t even ask me to use my magic to help with the portal, I just did it.”

“Yeah, I dunno how much magic you can use before you get tired or somethin’ and I didn’t want to wear you out cleaning up a mess you didn’t make”

“See, you’re real sweet to me” She continues “I knew that even when your brother talked about you, even though he was upset it was hard for him to convince himself, or even me, that you were the bad guy”

“He talked about me?”

Julie nodded. “Ford is a stubborn shit but he cares.” She rolls her eyes slightly “he just doesn’t really show it well”

Stan nodded and thought about it for a moment “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you this without sounding like some love struck teenager” He rubbed the back of his neck “But I don’t think that’s possible because you make me feel like that again. Like how I used to be before all of this” he waves his hands and looks around “went down” He looks at her “I like being around you Julie. I-“ He just nodded slowly.

“I like you too Stanley” She says sitting back with him. “Hey I’ve been thinking of a good way to scam tourists”

“Oh yeah?” he leans back against the couch and pulled her into his side “Whats that?”

Julie comfortably snuggled into his side “You get people to pay money to enter a drawing to win a prize, you get everyone all excited and you make them think that the more they pay the better chance they have at winning” She continued “The twist. All that they’ll win is a shirt that says ‘I entered the Mystery Mania Raffle and all I got was this lousy t-shirt’”

Stan busted out laughing, tossing his head back “That’s a good one! Real smart” He kissed the top of her head “I like that”

The two of them stayed out there all night, talking about ways to trick tourists, some of his funnier crimes and eventually about what life was like before Gravity Falls, and what might happen after this portal gets fixed.

Mable and Dipper found them asleep together the next morning. Mable has pictures.

(I hope you enjoyed this! The next part is gonna be sad. Yay!)

[prettypinkporkchop]

Leah x Fem reader where reader has learned the secret to keeping Leah from leaving the bed in the morning - ear scratches and kisses. Leah try her best to voice her disapproval but is gradually silenced once more with love and affection.

You and Leah finally moved in together! She always needs to leave to do bullshit with the pack. Like, babe, stay in bed. You came up with a plan! Let's see how it goes.

Day 1:

She grumbles and rolls over to face you. "Good morning, beauty." She smiles. "Good morning, my beast." She leans in and kisses you softly. You kiss back and pull her body into yours. Your chests are touching. Her hand moves to the back of your thigh, lifting it up so it's around her waist.

She pulls away and smiles. "I have to go. Jake needs me." You nod your head and make a devilish laugh in your mind.

Your hand lifts up and starts stroking her hair. She falls into it. You begin to play with her ear lobe and then softly scratch behind her ear. She smiles and sighs in content, leaning into your hand.

You lean in giving her very gentle kisses. You can tell she's living for this.

Suddenly, she frowns and pulls herself out of bed. "I'm sorry, baby. I really have to go. Don't you dare distract me!" She giggles at the end.

Day 2:

You woke up before her. She doesn't have to patrol today, but you know you guys are going on a double date with Nessie and Jake.

You want to stay in bed a bit longer. Her warmth is so comforting. You can't get enough of her. You bring your fingertips into her hair and softly rub. You move down and rub around on her bare shoulders and neck. She slowly wakes up but doesn't get out of bed.

Leah instantly forgot about the double date. She's consumed by your love. She pushes her back into you.

"Good morning, beauty." She mumbles. "Good morning, my beast." You pepper kisses on her shoulder and on her upper arm. Your fingers run along her skin, moving upward to the back of her ear. You softly let your fingernails scratch behind her ear and in her scalp.

Her memory comes back with what the plans are for the day. She groans and sits up, glaring at you. "Baby, you have to stop this. Seriously." She checks the time on her phone and jumps up. "Ten minutes late! Really?!" She laughs but is irritated.

Day 3:

You open your eyes due to the feeling of movement. She's trying to get out of bed. You wrap your arm around her to stop her. She turns to face you. "Baby, I have to go." She sighs. You place soft kisses on her cheek and run your fingers through her hair. Her hands rub your back, and she begins to fall back asleep. Her movements slowed down. She places one last kiss against your neck before passing out.

After a few moments, her phone starts ringing. She sits up and answers it. "Hello?"

"I'm sorry. Tell my imprint to stop for me." She laughs. She turns to you and puts her phone up to your ear.

"It's Jake. It's funny. Keep doing it."

[oldiesstationlover11607]

I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SEND THIS!!!!

Break The Cycle Pt.3?? O-O

~ Nessie

Break the Cycle Part 3 - Clancy x Reader

PART 1 + PART 2

Relationship: Tyler Joseph/Clancy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, anything related to Dema or the Trench story that's generally triggering.

Word Count: 2468

A/N: Hey!! This is the last part I'll write for this bc I don't really know where else to take the story lol but stay tuned for a lot more lore stuff bc I'm going to continue my Daughter series!!

In the days following my surrender to Clancy, we spent many late nights staring at the peak of our tent, talking. There was so much to say and so little time to say it. It seemed like he had moved on from the city, so quick to forget our lives—but I wasn’t like that. After another long day wandering through Trench and gathering supplies, we retreated back to our tent, nesting down like a pair of birds. I lay myself next to him, rolling into his side and resting my head on his chest. I missed being like this with him. I missed laying in his embrace.

“Are you okay?” he asked, running a hand through my hair.

I let out a loud sigh before speaking, “I thought you were dead, Ty–Clancy. I genuinely thought you were dead and I was going to have to return to Dema and tell Keons I’d failed.” My voice cracked under the pressure of everything I’d been holding in, and I buried my face in my hands. Tyler, or Clancy as he attempted to insist, sat beside me in silence, letting me get it all out.

“You didn’t fail, Artemis,” he whispered after a long moment, his voice barely louder than the wind that rustled the tent fabric. “You didn’t fail because you found me. And now, you’re here. You’re safe.”

“I don’t even know what ‘here’ is anymore,” I mumbled, glancing around the dim tent, the yellow glow of the campfire outside casting flickering shadows on the walls. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, Ty–Clancy. You say Dema isn’t real, that Keons is a traitor—but how do I know that’s true? How do I know I’m not going insane?” My voice cracked at the end, the desperation seeping through.

He sighed, lowering his head. “I didn’t want to accept it either at first, if that helps. I fought it, I fought the Banditos and I fought Josh. I tried to go back to Dema. But once you see it, once you really see the truth… there’s no going back. You’re not insane.” His hand reached for mine again, the touch softer this time, more hesitant. “That’s why I left.”

I pulled my hand away, the movement sharper than I intended. “You left without telling me! You just… disappeared. You think I’d ever be okay with that? With you walking out of my life without a word?”

Clancy flinched but didn’t respond immediately. His face softened. “What’s bothering you, Artemis?” 

“What?” I asked, sitting up in offense. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, but my heart felt heavy. 

“Something else is bothering you,” he continued gently, reading the conflict in my expression. “You haven’t been this upset since you first came back. What’s bothering you?”

I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I turned my gaze to the darkened space beyond our tent, the ghostly outlines of the trees against the starlit sky. “It’s… I don’t know, Clancy. I just feel so far from everything I once knew. I miss home.”

He shifted slightly, concern etched across his features. “Home? Dema?”

I shook my head vehemently. “No, not Dema. Home. My family. I miss the little things: the smell of my mom’s cooking, the way the sun hits the kitchen window in the morning. I miss my sister’s laughter, the sound of my dad’s old records playing in the background. It feels like I’ve been gone forever, and every day here just reminds me of everything I’ve lost.” 

Clancy’s silence pressed heavily between us, thick with unsaid words. Then I felt it—a sudden, unsettling pang in my heart, a reminder of something else that had slipped my mind until now.

“Clancy…” I started, my voice trembling. “What day is it today?”

He hesitated, confusion furrowing his brow. “I don’t know. We don’t really keep track here.”

“No,” I said, feeling the heaviness settle into my stomach. “It’s my birthday, isn’t it?”

He flinched, the realization crashing over him like a wave. “Y/N, I…”

“Did you forget?” The question hung in the air, thick with the weight of unspoken disappointment. “You forgot about my birthday?”

“I didn’t forget,” he rushed to say, his voice earnest. “I just… I thought it would upset you. I didn’t want to bring it up, knowing how much you miss home.”

But his words did little to comfort me. The pain of this moment was raw, sharper than anything I had felt since arriving in this strange place. The warmth of my memories now felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of the life I had left behind, and here I was, in a tent with the boy I once thought I couldn’t live without. Yet somehow, I felt more alone than ever.

“I just wanted to be with my family,” I murmured, tears stinging my eyes. “To celebrate like we always do. To blow out the candles and make a wish. Instead, I’m here, hiding from danger and trying to figure out what’s real.”

Clancy reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly between us. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to make things worse. I thought if I didn’t remind you of the life you had, you’d be able to move forward. I just thought we could find something new here—together.”

“Together?” I echoed, feeling the knot in my chest tighten. “But you left me behind once before. How can I trust you to stay now?”

His gaze hardened for a moment, and I could see the vulnerability beneath his bravado. “Because I waited for you. I always thought I’d find my way back to you, no matter how far I had to run.”

As the words hung in the air, I felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside me. The anger was still there, but there was something else too—a glimmer of understanding, perhaps, in the shared acknowledgment of our losses. 

“Let’s just… let’s just sit with this for a moment,” I said, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. “Let me be sad. Just for tonight.”

He nodded, his expression softening again. “Okay. Just for tonight.” 

As we settled back into our silence, the outside world faded away for a brief moment. It was just us—a boy and a girl—holding on to each other amidst the chaos. And in that moment, the ache of my birthday felt less like a loss and more like a reminder that I was still alive, still here, still fighting.

In the quiet that enveloped us, I closed my eyes, allowing the familiar sounds of our makeshift camp to seep in—the crackle of the fire, the rustle of the wind through the trees, the distant hoot of an owl. I focused on the rhythm of Clancy’s heartbeat, steady and reassuring against my ear. 

Yet, despite the warmth of his presence, a gnawing ache remained, clawing at my insides. “Tyler?” I whispered after a long silence, completely careless I was using his birth name.

“Yeah?”

“Can we do something special? Something to remember today, even if it’s just the two of us?” The words slipped out before I could think them through, but I couldn’t shake the need to create a moment worth holding onto.

He turned slightly to face me, his expression thoughtful. “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know but maybe we could go for a walk?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the fragile peace between us. 

Clancy’s brow furrowed in concentration, and for a moment, I thought he might laugh at the absurdity of my idea. Instead, he nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I know a good spot.”

“Is it far?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter, excitement bubbling beneath the surface of my sadness.

“Not at all,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple. 

I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, feeling the warmth of his kindness begin to replace the cold grip of despair. 

Clancy rose from the floor of the tent, brushing off imaginary dust and offering me a hand. I hesitated for just a moment, a fleeting worry creeping into my mind: Was I ready to step into the world outside our tent, especially when it had felt so safe inside? But as he looked down at me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, I took his hand and stood up, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, and together we stepped out into the crisp night air. The camp was quiet, the distant crackle of the fire mixing with the soft sounds of nature all around us. The stars hung above us like tiny pinpricks in the fabric of the universe, each one a reminder of how small I felt in this vast world.

Clancy led the way, his confidence guiding us deeper into the trees. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting a silvery glow on the forest floor. I followed closely, absorbing the beauty around me, a stark contrast to the heaviness that had settled in my heart just moments before.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my curiosity breaking the silence.

“There’s a clearing not too far from here,” he replied, glancing back at me. “It overlooks a part of the valley. You can see the whole camp from there, and if the sky’s clear enough, you might even catch a glimpse of Dema in the distance.”

I swallowed hard, trying to wrap my mind around the idea of looking at a place I once called home from afar. “Is it safe?”

Clancy nodded. “I wouldn’t take you anywhere dangerous. I promise.”

As we walked, the silence between us felt different—less suffocating and more like a space filled with unspoken words, hopes, and dreams. With each step, I could feel the weight of my sadness lightening just a little. I thought about the moments we’d spent in the tent, the warmth of his embrace, and the honesty in his eyes when he told me he had waited for me. Eventually, we reached the clearing. It opened up before us, the vast expanse of the night sky unfurling like a blanket overhead. The view was breathtaking; the valley stretched out beneath us, a tapestry of dark shadows and silver light. The camp was a tiny cluster of flickering lights, and I could see the faint outline of the trees surrounding it.

“Wow,” I breathed, taking a step forward. “This is beautiful.”

Clancy stood beside me, his presence steadying as I took it all in. “It’s one of my favorite spots. I came here when I needed to think–back when you weren’t here. I used to imagine you were sitting in your room looking right back at me.”

I turned to look at him, a question lingering in my mind. “Do you ever think about Dema?”

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Sometimes. But it’s different now. I used to think about what it was like—the people, the routines. Now, I focus on the future. On what we can build here.”

“Do you really think we can build something here?” I asked, my heart aching at the thought of it. I wanted to believe it, but the memories of my life in Dema weighed heavily on me.

He nodded, turning to face me fully. “I do. We can’t change what happened, but we can choose how we move forward. Together.”

I felt a surge of emotion at his words. In that moment, I saw a glimpse of hope—a possibility of finding a new life amidst the wreckage of the old one. “Together,” I echoed, the word carrying more weight than it had before.

Clancy smiled softly, and I noticed the way the moonlight danced in his eyes. “Now, let’s make tonight special, okay? It’s your birthday, after all. We can create our own celebration.”

I took a deep breath, allowing myself to dream for just a moment. “What do you have in mind?”

“I have this gift I made you months ago, before I even left Dema. I brought it with me, hoping you’d join me so I can give it to you,” he explained, pulling out a package wrapped in leather as he glanced up at the expansive sky. “I was afraid you’d never see it,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as he carefully handed me the parcel. I felt the rough texture of the leather against my fingertips, and a wave of curiosity washed over me.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart racing.

“Just open it,” he urged, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

I gently peeled back the leather, revealing a beautifully carved wooden box. It was intricately designed, the surface etched with delicate patterns that seemed to dance in the moonlight. I ran my fingers over the craftsmanship, feeling the care and thought he’d put into it. “This is amazing. You made this?”

He nodded, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pride. “Yeah, I spent a lot of time on it. I wanted it to be something special. Something that reminded you of home but also of what we can build together.”

Taking a deep breath, I opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft fabric, was a delicate silver necklace. The pendant was a small compass, its needle glimmering as it caught the moonlight. “It’s beautiful,” I breathed, my voice catching in my throat. “What does it mean?”

Clancy shifted closer, his gaze fixed on the necklace. “I thought it would be fitting, given everything. The compass represents direction. No matter where you are, it will always point you back to what’s important—your home, your family, and me. And maybe it will remind you that you have the power to find your own path.”

Tears stung my eyes at his words. “You really put a lot of thought into this,” I said, my voice trembling. “Thank you. It means so much to me.”

He smiled, and I could see the warmth in his eyes as he reached for the necklace. “Can I put it on you?”

I nodded, turning around to allow him to clasp it around my neck. I felt the cool metal settle against my skin, a tangible reminder of our connection. As he fastened it, his fingers brushed against my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine.

“There,” he said softly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You look amazing.”

I turned back to face him, the necklace resting gently against my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Clancy. This really is the best birthday gift I could’ve asked for.”

//

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[buckysmith]

Advent special 3

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Baking Christmas cookies with you

Hey, I’m truly sorry that it’s too late again- I was just really busy

Includes: Ghost, König, Soap, Price, Graves and Gaz

You doesn’t have a gender (nonbinary) so everybody can see themself with :D

Ghost:

- he isn’t really a fan of Christmas at all

- and that’s why he doesn’t really enjoy doing anything Christmas related

- he just accepts if you like it ( he even accept if you decorate the whole house with Christmas shit)

- for him it’s important that you’re happy and it’s not like that Christmas itself is going to kill him

- but if you ask him to help you bake cookies, he’s a bit more interested

- but you both need to go shopping first

- he always wears a mask, so expect people to stare at you

- especially cause he’s so fricking tall and his eyes are always on the watch for threats

- creepy guy

- but he’s helping you like the good boyfriend he is

- you’re too short to reach one of the shelves? He’s got your back

- you forgot something? He is gonna bring you the item while you continue to shop (he would even ask you too, he wants to go back home as fast as possible)

- but back to the baking itself

- he’s gonna read the recipe first so that you both don’t make any mistakes

- a bit later you would argue

- you’re 100% sure the recipe said 2 cups of sugar and he tells you it’s 1 not 2 cups of sugar

- he’s right, you’re wrong

- he has to hold you back to not eat anything of the raw dough

- you’re complaining that it won’t make you sick

- he’s already so done with you after forcing him to listen to Christmas songs while baking and let’s you do whatever you want

- after the cookies are in the oven he cleans the kitchen by himself

- he knows you can do that too - but again he’s done with the Christmas songs

- he gives you a kiss on your forehead, telling you to go in the living room to watch some Christmas movie you love

- he absolutely doesn’t do this to get rid of you and your Christmas songs- no ofc not…. Cough cough

- he wouldn’t admit it but baking with you feels good for him, it gives him that warm spread in is stomach even tho he hates the songs in the background

- after the cookies are ready he lets them cool down

- he decides to join you and your silly little movie

- can’t hold a grin back after you complain that your tummy hurts

- didn’t he told you that you’re gonna be sick after eating raw dough?

Soap:

- he’s the one asking you to bake with him

- it’s his and your first time being with his parents and whole family while Christmas so you’re quite nervous

- and it’s somehow a tradition for him to bake with his family and cause you are his family now he wants you to accompany him

- watch the whole McTavish family having fun including you

- watch out for flying eggs cause his brothers an him will have a fight

- watch momma mctavish scold her adult kids like their 5

- Johnny is also constantly touching you, keeps giving you a kisses on your cheek or neck and whispering sweet little nothings in your ear

- at one point while you knead the dough he warps his arms around your waist, burring his face in your neck mumbling how much he loves you and that he’s so happy to have you

- this sweet little moment would end pretty quick with his brothers mocking him

- well- your boyfriend doesn’t take it well and hunts his brothers with a pastry roller

- you have to run after him cause he will use his weapon to beat his big brothers asses

- when you all come back into the kitchen, theres no dough to be seen

- just a happy golden retriever with a wagging tail

- watch grown men freaking out cause they think she not only ate the dough but chocolate too

- the little Nessie is the most chill out of all of you

- eventually everything will be okay after they found the chocolate- but the furry little girl is now banned from the kitchen

- you just have to make a new dough now

- with the Nessie out of the kitchen there’s only one threat left for the dough

- keep an eye on your boyfriend or he will eat some of the raw dough too… wonder why Nessie does it, seems like she had a good teacher…

- after hours of making cookies, eventually it will come to an end

- as a good end for the day his family watches a Christmas movie with all of you

- watch your boyfriend excuse himself to go the bathroom

- wasn’t the brightest idea to eat raw dough, wasn’t it Johnny boy ?

- what you both don’t know…. his brothers put viagra in the part he ate….-

- they know they fucked up when instead of exposing him with a boner in front of everyone while you’re sitting on his lap, they managed to give him the worst diarrhea imaginable

- they fucked the pills up and gave him laxative

- what a wonderful shitmess- sorry, I meant Christmas!

König:

(It took me some time to find a German song that I could imagine König to sing along too, but that song slaps… it could be a bit faster tho )

- he loves to bake, especially since it reminds him of the winter break

- it’s just that he wants to be with his whole family at least before Christmas to bake some cookies

- if you want to be with your family he just decides that they should come too

- so now you’re baking with your deadly boyfriend while your parents talk with his and thanking them that they can live rent free while they stay

- your parents doesn’t know that your boyfriend is in the military- well nobody knows besides you and his family

- they think he’s a baker cause his baked goods look way better than the baked goods in bakery’s does

- but- he’s still a bit hyperactive and he’s clumsy, especially thank to his height

- he yanks everything over- not just once

- watch out of his elbows cause if you don’t, well… we just say that the Christmas photos wouldn’t look that good-

- you have to tell him that’s it’s not good for the old Bernese Mountain Dog called Bernd to eat cookie dough

- he doesn’t give a duck about that and gives his beloved Bernd a piece here and there- only for him to eat something too

- the first dough you made is almost entirely in the stomach of your boyfriend and Bernd

- but you have to leave the kitchen for one single second

- watch Bernd slowly walking out of the kitchen while you’re entering it again

- there’s no dough left -

- it’s your boyfriend that has the last piece in his mouth, grinning at you like a child after you put one and one together

- he and the dog just ate the fricking dough- all of it!

- „Es tut mir leid Liebling, ich konnte nicht widerstehen“ (I‘m sorry darling, I couldn’t resist)

- don’t worry he helps you after that like a pro-

- well he doesn’t help- he makes everything without your help cause in his eyes you deserve to rest after making such a yummy dough

- he also cleans up everything! Even the stuff you used!

- decorating the cookies is the best part of everything

- he makes two little gingerbread men that look exactly like the both of you

- your parents see his one

- they ask him why he made such a weird face masked cookie

- I mean Halloween is already over, so what’s with that ugly mask…

- …. You should tell him after you’re alone again that his mask ist beautiful…

Price:

- you’re the one asking him to bake cookies with you

- he’s quite found to the idea

- it’s a struggle to find a cooking book in his house- is there even one there!?

- good thing there’s google

- bad thing, he lives in the woods- there’s no signal for your phone

- so you end up frustrated and sitting on the couch

- but wouldn’t he be a good boyfriend if he doesn’t know a cookie recipe?

- so now you’re following his orders

- don’t worry, his voice is just as loving as usual

- everytime you bring him whatever he needs he gives you something in reward

- be it a cute little nickname after a thank you or a kiss on your lips, cheeks or on your forehead

- he has a radio but he enjoys listing on a gramophone much more

- so you’re baking together, while the fire is safely burning in the fireplace, and o holy night is playing on the gramophone

- he takes breaks while you continue to make the cookies

- he just admires you while you’re smiling over such a silly thing

- he wraps his arms around you while pressing your back against his chest, burring his head in the crock of your neck mumbling sweet nothings

- he just can’t believe that this is really happening

- you have to tell him to let go of you or you both will continue to stay there for forever

- after the cookies are in the oven he just takes you to the couch

- cupping your cheeks and kissing you like it would be the last time

- just have an eye on the time or the cookies will burn -…

- but your eyes are everywhere but the time

- everywhere is btw price

- the cookies end up black as coal

- and after another try they’re really yummy!

Graves:

- Sweet Family

- such a good thing you are

- he’s rarely home but he makes sure he is around Christmas time

- he has already made a plan so that he can do everything he wants to do

- baking cookies is one of the first things on the list

- expect to be in the kitchen the whole day

- don’t worry he’s too

- you wake up, next to you a hot chocolate with a sweet little note

- „come to the kitchen when you’re ready darling“

- see your man in a red and white Cooking aprons with Santa on

- the moment he sees you he smiles at you

- he comes to you, wrapping his arms around you before kissing you with the brightest smile you’ve ever saw from that man

- he asks you to join his baking session

- hear him singing to whatever Christmas song is playing

- he can’t hold himself back

- he has to give you a kiss whenever you give him what he needs to make another dough

- together you bake for hours straight

- you both end up with 20 different Christmas cookies from around the world (whenever he worked with another military he asked them for recipes and he also asked his shadows for recipes )

- he did and does that so when he brings cookies to the shadows that can’t leave the base or that don’t have families that they at least have something for Christmas

- he wants that everyone feels like home (everyone, no matter the religion or ethnic)

- he even ask you to bring his shadows home for Christmas so that they don’t have to be alone at a military base

- Shepard is strictly forbidden to visit btw

- so you not only end up with hundreds of cookies but also with like twenty (or even more) soldiers at home

- even when they’re older than you, his soldiers see you as somehow a parent figure

- I mean, graves is their father figure so….

- you love them the same way they love you

Alejandro:

- he’s a sucker for Christmas

- but he doesn’t really have free time, I mean the bad guys don’t really care about holidays don’t they

- so the base is decorated to at least feel a bit like home

- you have to visit him to do the Christmas stuff just like baking cookies or something like that

- so you now you here, standing in the big ass kitchen that would normally prepare food for his man and him but now baking cookies

- but no no, you’re not alone here, his whole team his there too

- Rudy overwatches the younger recruits while Alejandro decides which cookies they should do next

- he loves to wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest while you’re decorating some of cookies

- his man know how much he loves you so they would look away, so that you could at least enjoy the moment of intimacy with your husband

- Rudy makes a picture of it

- supportive best friend

- after all the cookies are baked Alejandro enjoys the moment of peace

- in the end you end up with Alejandro, Rudy, and some of his other men on the couch, all cuddling together while watching a Christmas movie and eating the cookies you baked

- the others sit around you, some of the other couches, some on the ground but all with cookies in their hand

- big ass family

Gaz:

- you’re the one asking him to bake cookies with you

- watch him getting excited

- he’s not the biggest fan of Christmas but the music rocks

- with him it’s a pain in the ass cause he will do everything but what he has to do

- flour fight

- he casually grasp some of the flour and throw it right into your face

- after that you both are fighting

- watch out for the eggs!

- you’re able to throw a egg right into his face

- it wasn’t meant to hit his face tho….

- after that you should run

- very fast

- hes after you like a hell hound

- after you both are done with playing with each other

- there’s no flour, eggs, sugar and butter left

- well it is- but you can’t use it anymore cause it’s like everywhere

- the kitchen looks worse than a battlefield

- you both don’t look any better

- you both are covered with flour, eggs, butter and sugar

- there’s no need to add sugar peeling while showering….win win… cough

- it takes hours to clean the kitchen

- after that you agree to just buy dough from the store

- but you both can’t stop yourself so you end up eating half of the raw dough

- the other half makes it into to oven!

- but…. It wasn’t the brightest idea to eat raw dough

- you both are laying on the couch dying

- but hey- at least you end up with tasty cookies

[moonstones-and-stardust]

I'm just gonna say it's surreal to have an adult try to shame you for what foods you do and don't like. Especially when it's a food that's popular.

I heavily dislike coffee in all forms. It tastes and smells bad for me. Yet, no matter how many times I say this. I get people who are like "oh you just haven't had it my way yet." or "you're not making it right, try this."

No, I should be able to say I dislike something without others trying to push it on me. Same goes for beans and nuts. Not allergic, I just don't like the texture or taste. Let me eat in peace.

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

btw my friend and I discussed it and we think we need to get matching ornate lockets that have a picture of renesmee on one side and a picture of jacob with a 🚫 over him on the other side

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Seventeen

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,092

The vampires started arriving, and soon our house was full, full of so many red eyes, most of which I had met, but there were a few I didn't know. 

It was always good to see our Denali cousins again, I hugged them all and mostly stayed close to him, the few vampires I didn't know didn't trust me or some members of my family and I didn't like how it felt. 

It was good seeing Garrett again, I had known him for a long while too, and our sarcastic sense of humours worked perfectly together. I followed him outside one day, my family were outside, Nessie was showing the two vampires from the Amazon her gift. I lent against a tree and watched them, they were showing Edward their gifts, however Bella could not see what he could see. 

And when Kate took Bella's hand in hers, it made sense, why Edward couldn't read her thoughts. 

"Edward you never told me your wife was a shield" Eleazar spoke softly, Carmen close behind him. 

"The ones I've met are so different" Edward answered. 

"What do you mean, I'm a shield?" Bella asked. 

"A shield, it means you can shield yourself from others gifts, potentially shield others" I explained. I had met a few shields before, and I tried to learn as much as I could from them, as I tried with most vampire gifts. 

"Could I protect others?" She asked. 

"Maybe, if you trained" I shrugged. 

The days were spent now with various vampires training Bella, more vampires appearing, and just overall vampire things. It was a little overwhelming. 

"I'm sure you could disappear for a day?" Edward suggested quietly to me. I nodded, knowing he could read my mind, he knew exactly what I wanted... Paul. He wouldn't come here, not with all these vampires. I couldn't blame him. 

I nodded quietly. 

"I think I may stay at his house tonight, will you tell Carlise and Esme please?" I thought, Edward nodded. Smiling I run to my room and grab a few things, before leaving, I chose to leave quietly. Not being noticed. I loved my family, but all these vampires were overwhelming. I ran through the forest hoping to not run into any of the new wolves, they were as patient as the others. They'd bite before they figured out who I was. 

I reached Paul's house in record time, and knocked on the door. When I did I finally thought maybe I should of called, or texted. And when the door opened I knew I definitely should of. A man answered the door; Paul's dad I think. 

"Hello?" He looked confused. 

"Hi, sorry, is Paul home?" I asked nervously, trying to remember all my human ticks I should be doing. 

"Yeah, he's upstairs, he's asleep though" The man explained. 

"Oh okay, never mind then" I smiled and went to turn around. 

"You're more than welcome to go upstairs, I suppose you're the girlfriend?" He asks, I nod. 

"Yes, it's nice to meet you" I smile, not extending my hand, I wasn't sure if he was a wolf, I didn't think so. 

"You too, just head up" He smiled, letting me in, I ran slowly upstairs and crept into Paul's room. He was sleeping, he must of been on patrol last night. 

Carefully I laid on the bed next to him, he stirred a little, but only to snuggle closer to me. I smiled widely. Who would of known he'd be such a softie? 

"Mmmm Y/n" He mumbled. I grinned and stroked his hair, enjoying the moment with him. 

"I love you" I whispered leaning down to kiss him forehead. He didn't wake, so I grabbed my phone and started playing random games whilst I waited. 

"Hello" His sleepy voice mumbled to me, I smiled and lean down to kiss his lips. 

"Hey" I smiled. 

"How long have you been here?" He asks me. 

"About an hour, your dad let me in" I answered "He also said to tell you he was going out and he'd be out late"

"Probably staying over at his new girlfriend's" Paul answered gruffly. 

"Can I stay the night?" I asked. 

"Of course, you don't need to ask" He smiled, reaching up to kiss my lips again.  "Mmm I love kissing you" He whispered against my lips. 

"Same here handsome" I whispered back. 

Paul sighed happily as his lips met mine again. I gently moved my lips against his, always worried I'd hurt him, I wouldn't of course, his wolf strength made it impossible for me to acciendelty hurt him. One of his hands grabbed my hip, pulling me close to him, whilst his other hand reached up to hold my face. God I was so in love with this man. 

"Marry me" I mumbled against his lips, I had only meant to think it. 

"Yes, anything for you" He mumbled back, his lips moving against mine more frantically. I could feel his desire for me, he wanted me. 

Soon, and I wasn't one hundred percent how, I was on top of Paul, kissing his lips hard, his hands were firmly on my hips, holding me tight moving me against him.

"Did you mean it?" He mumbled against my lips, his hands holding onto my hips, he pulled away from me and looked up at me with those gentle eyes that made me all goofy. 

"What part?" I asked, feeling slightly nervous, I didn't want to scare him away. 

"You asked me to marry you" He answered bluntly. 

"Oh yeah, that, I guess I did" I said, laughing nervously. 

"I was going to be the one to ask you" He grinned, pulling me down for another kiss. "I had it all planned out" Each word he seperated with a kiss. 

"Well I'm sorry" I answered, giggling softly. 

"I even have a ring" He spoke, his lips now kissing along my jawline. 

"You do?"

"I do, would you like to see it?" He asked and I nodded. He lifted me off him and opened the draw next to his bed, and pulled out a black velvet box. He handed it to me and I opened it, if I were human I'm sure I would have been breathless. 

"So Y/N, would you marry me? And I know it's very soon into our relationship but I promise I am serious about this" He spoke, rambling a bit. 

"Of course I will" I answered giggling, as he pulled me towards the bed, pressing his lips to mine once more. 

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Cry // Alex Turner

No summary today as I can‘t think of anything without spoilers ☠️ All I can say that it was inspired by the song "Cry" from cigarettes after sex

Warnings: smoking weed, age gap, female!reader, mentions of sex, no smut, maybe a bit of angst? idk

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

"Wish I was good, wish that I could give you my love now“ - Cry, cigarettes after sex

I can't tell when I fell for him. I can't find the exact moment it had been too late to turn back; to maybe even flee from him.

Maybe it happened the moment I first ever laid eyes on him. I had just moved to London and had decided I couldn't just pass day by day alone in such a big city - so I went to one of those Jazzclubs with one of my friends. The ones where the life artist was a weird man with a black hat and the women were all dressed in a bordeaux red dress, sipping on expensive cocktails the whole night. But I wasn't there to drink cocktails - I wasn't a big drinker, after all - I was there to hum quietly to the music and play some cards with that friend of mine.

"You cheated," I exclaimed with a light chuckle when I had to draw another card. That had been the fifth card in a row that I had to draw since I really didn't have any suitable card to lay down.

"I'm not, I swear!" she replied, her red curls falling so effortlessly perfect from her shoulder that I couldn't help but admire her beauty. Nessy - that was a nickname for Vanessa - was the first person I knew in London. Maybe because she lived right beside my little studio apartment or maybe because the universe knew I needed a friend like her. Who knows?

"Well, I need a cigarette after that unfair play of yours," I mumbled and shook my head. "You wanna join me?"

I had searched for the packs of cigarettes when she shook her head in response, making me raise from my seat and search for the exit. The exit was one of those doors to which followed one of those typical London staircases which led to the sidewalk. Luckily, the Jazzclub knew their customers and there was a little bench on which I sat down and lit my cigarette. The street wasn't empty; I remember. There were a lot of people walking by and that was the reason why he had to step closer to me to make me hear him. At least that's what he told me.

"Excuse me," the voice I learned to love in many, so many ways approached me. I turned my head to look at where the raspy, yet kind voice had it's origin and I knew by the way he was looking down at me; so kind, so soft and so, so, so curious that he was going to be trouble. "You've got a lighter?"

My eyes went down to his lips which were his instrument and the thing which he'd make sure that I knew just how much he wanted me. Without a word, but with a smile I began to search my pockets for that stupid, stupid lighter and took it out.

Or maybe it happened when he, instead of taking the lighter to light the cigarette on his own, he leaned down and waited for me to light the cigarette for him. The way he slightly bent over, making me smell his aftershave or the way he grinned down at me spoke more words than there are words in the bible.

"Thanks," he nonchalantly said. With another swift motion, he had taken the seat next to me and that made me wonder exactly how smooth a person could be. Or maybe I was wondering how pretty a person could be without even seeming to try. "Are you even allowed to smoke cigarettes yet?"

A frown crept it's way onto my face at the question and my gaze caught his as I fired back:" How old do I look to you?"

"Dunno," he shrugged but looked into the distance while taking a drag. "Wasn't expecting to see a young girl like you outside of a Jazzclub."

"I'm not young," I replied. "I'm 19, y'know."

"For god's sake," he chuckled, his gaze studying me. "My band is older than you, love."

"That's not my problem," I shrugged and threw the cigarette onto the pathway. "I guess you're really old, then."

"I'm not old," this time it was his turn to carry a frown on his beautiful face. "Are you from around here?"

I took a quick glance and met his gaze once again. He had already been looking at me the entire time. He had already been looking. At me.

"Uh, no, not exactly," I told him, stumbling across my words but I prayed he didn't notice it.

He raised an eyebrow and suddenly looked very boyish even though the few lines on his face said something different. But to me, those lines were what made him so much more beautiful. He questioned me again:" Then where are you from, sweetheart?"

Maybe I fell for him when he called me sweetheart and made me flustered and wobbly with only ten letters. Or maybe it was the way we had talked about an hour at the end of the night. I wonder what would've happened if I realized I was already head over heels for him when he kissed me a good night kiss on the cheek and promised a simple and so easy thing with a smoot "I'll call you".

I often question myself. Am I as funny as I think I am? Do people think I'm loud? But I never questioned myself when I was with him; because it was enough for me that he had really called a few days later. I noticed very early on that he was simply knittet and wasn't actually looking for love. Or anything that could lead to love.

"Then why did you call me back?" I asked him curiously while the rush hour had begun and tons of people were walking by the little table we sat at. "I mean, if you're not looking for anything. I'm not going to fuck you, that's for sure."

"For sure?" he questioned and raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk on his face. "Ah, I dunno. I'm not exactly eager to take you home with me, either. I don't know why I called you. I guess something about you caught my interst."

I missed the way his tiny phone kept buzzing during his little speech. I missed the way girls were turning around when they saw him and I missed the way my heart was beating faster than it'd ever done before. Because all I saw was him; all I wanted was him and I must've realized back then that I couldn't have turned back or ignored him.

But that wasn't the moment I fell for him. I never dared to question why me, out of all the people in the world. And maybe that was one of the reasons I fell for him in the end.

I would've guessed it was the first time he called me late at night. I had been sitting on the couch in my apartment when his message came through - enough to make my palms sweat.

>> U up? <<

I looked out the window, weighting the options I had to text him back, but I should've known I'd be wherever he wanted me to be in a matter of thirty minutes. And that's how I ended up in a dark studio; smoke filled the air and I watched him play soft tunes on his E-guitar.

And maybe that was the moment I fell for him. Just the two of us in a room where he had only ever invited the closest people to. Just the two of us sharing secrets in the late - or early hours, however you'd like to call it - hours of the day as no one else knew he was there with me.

I realized I could stare at him for hours when I had watched him play the same song over and over again. When I'd mesmerized every detail his face, his hands and the guitar itself and I was sure I could draw him exactly as he was in that very moment. Because I adored him. I adored him so much that I didn't bat an eye when he pulled out a joint from his pocket and sat down next to me.

"Have you ever smoked weed before?" he asked me. Even though I could see his muscles relaxing and the weed working its wonder on my beautiful, beautiful boy he still made sure not to let me out of his sight.

"Yea," I lied.

With a satisfied hum, he passed the burning wonder to me and watched me take a drag. If I had been honest, I would've said the taste was disgusting. If I would've been honest, I would've told him that I was in love with him.

But I wasn't. And that's why I never realized when I fell for him. He had caught my interest from the very first interaction and when he took me for the first time on that dirty couch in his studio all high and sloppy, I never questioned why I did all of that with him. And I always told myself I did all of that because youth is supposed to feel that way. Confusing, shattering and even heartbreaking.

But I never opened my eyes enough to see that I was doing all of that for him; taking an uber at two AM and letting him do whatever he was feeling like that night because I wanted him to love me. Because I loved him. With every inch of my body, every vein in my body pumping blood and every pump of my heart - I loved him.

But my mistake was that I always wondered when I fell for him and not if he ever fell for me.

[dragcnbreak]

dream theory

A drabble based on the prompt by @lab-trash that Ness is the reason why Mike has the dream theory book.

Also cross-posted on AO3!

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It’s not often Ness gets to hear Mike talk a lot, much less ramble. The shorter man mostly conveys what he wants to say through his actions, not his words. But sometimes, late at night when the moon is shining through their bedroom window, Mike will talk about what’s bothering him.

He talks about Abby a lot and his worry about providing for her and parenting her. Ness will comfort him and remind him that he isn’t alone anymore and they will go overcome every hurdle together. Other times, it’ll be about his parents and specifically his dad, who Ness can easily guess was distant. But very rarely, it’ll be about Garrett.

Mike hates talking about Garrett and what happened to him. He only gets a few words out before he clams up and Ness doesn’t push him any further. Well, until one night.

They’re lying in bed and the lamp next to Mike is off but neither one of them are sleeping. Mike is draped across Ness’ chest with Ness’ hand and arm over his body. Maybe it’s the drink or two they had before bed (when Abby was asleep) but Mike starts talking and just… doesn’t stop.

“When I was 12, we were camping in Nebraska and my mom had stepped away for a second when it happened. She told me to watch my brother and I got distracted and he got taken.” Mike swallows the lump in his throat as well as his tears. “The police never found him or his… body or the man who did it or anything. I saw the car and sometimes, I feel like I saw the man who did it too but I can’t remember.” Ness hums in response to show he’s listening, carding his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair.

Suddenly, Ness remembers something. “You know, I was at the library once,” a usual sentence starter as Ness loves reading random books in his free time, “and I picked up this book. It was called Dream Theory. Basically, it talks about how the human brain doesn’t forget things. Everything you see is stored inside of you, even the smallest things. So, if you think you saw him, it’s probably in there.” Ness explains, tapping Mike’s head as he murmurs the last sentence.

They sit in silence for a minute, Mike thinking over what Ness has just said and Ness waiting for a response. “You think… if I could relive that day somehow, I could find out who took him?” Mike asks in disbelief. “I read it a while ago, I don’t remember too much of it.” Ness chuckles at the irony. “Maybe I could get you the book.”

Mike lifts his head, meeting Ness’ eyes and leans forward, kissing his boyfriend. “Thank you.” He mumbles quietly, sleepiness setting in. “Of course, sugar. Just… don’t push yourself, okay? I know how hard it is for you to talk about him.” Ness smiles softly but Mike is already asleep against his chest. Ness lays in bed for a few minutes in silence, wondering if he’s done the right thing.

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Ness buys the book the day after, skimming through it in the bookstore to make sure it’s what he remembered it was. He bites his lip as he reads, wondering if he should really give this to Mike. He doesn’t want his boyfriend basically reliving one of the most traumatic things that happened to him every night. But maybe, just maybe, he can find something out about his brother that will start the healing process. With that thought in mind, he buys it.

He gives it to Mike that night when they’re about to go to bed. “What’s this?” Mike hums, holding the book in his hands. “You were tipsy, I think, but we talked about the night Garrett was taken and you said you might have seen the man who did it. I think this can help you figure it all out.” Mike is silent and Ness wonders if he’s done or said something wrong.

“Thank you, Nessie.” Ness’ heart races at the nickname and the hug he receives after. It’s just like hearing the words “I love you” and it’s plenty nerve-wracking because they haven’t said those words before. But, Ness says it back anyway. “I love you too, Mike.” On his tiptoes, Mike buries his head into the crook of Ness’ neck, book clutched tightly in his hands.