#she apparently said that he's 'dead but lives on in a sense'

[someotherdog]

junior seemed to deflate at her secret, looking more like himself before his change. his hunger was put aside for a moment, but it was still there, painful like a stab to his gut. the vulnerability in his eyes was the sort of which he used to use to his advantage, but now, it was genuine. he was a liar, but apparently, so was she. “a witch?” he knew about witches from the bedtime stories his mother told him as a child, but he just viewed them as exactly that: stories. junior supposed he shouldn’t have been too surprised, though—he was the living dead now, that had to involve some sort of magic. “like spells and cauldrons and potions?” other supernatural creatures were bound to exist, but he was curious to how much it was like the movies and folklore. being a vampire was quite like the media said it was, only better. little differences here or three, but it made him wonder just how many people in the world were aware of his new kind. it was clear that esmé knew more about his species than he expected. the vulnerability in his eyes left him, replaced by his haughty smugness, “so? it’s not that much different than being a ghost, is it? it’s not a bad trade-off for eternal life, being faster and stronger, every sense heightened… what’s not to like?” even blood tasted more delicious than any food or drink he ever had in his human life. “i’ve never felt so good, so powerful! i spent my entire adult life blaming my mistakes and my addictions on what happened to me as a kid, is it really so bad that i enjoy what i am now? i’m not some victim or sad little orphan anymore, ez.”

esmé has always known that junior had his struggles, some worse than others. however she had never imagined that it would lead him down this patch. one that she isn't sure he agreed to willingly or it just been put upon him without being able to give an answer. though in her eyes it had seemed like junior wasn't exactly complaining about his transformation from the living to the dead. it had only taken her a couple of moments to question if he was asking to come in so that she could be bound to the same fate he had found. it oddly came as a relief that he wasn't hiding behind a lie anymore. though she knew what this new lifestyle would be for him. here grandmother had warned her about vampires when she had been old enough to understand. though she had been taught magic from a young age. " i know what you are because of lessons the women of my family taught me. you see ... " esmé pauses for a moment debating on if she should tell him about her coming from a long line of witches. though she felt like it was only fair she tell him the truth about her since he had come clean about himself. " i haven't always been honest with you either, junior. the women in my family, well we have magic. we're witches, i'm a witch. " in that moment it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. finally she was being completely truthful with him. " don't you understand what has happened to you? your soul it is trapped forever to this place. never to be free until... " she stops herself for a moment not wanting to say the words, but knew she had to. until you're actually killed whether by the sunlight or a stake to the heart. " avoiding his question if she wanted to be like him.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic Idea: Silver Tounge Snake

Damian has a brother, except said brother wasn't trained for combat operations. He was trained in the administration positions needed to keep the empire Ra's built functioning.

In essence, Damian was trained to rule, and Daniel was taught to manage the estate. This does not mean Daniel can't fight because Ra would never have a regular civilian lurking around; he just wasn't physically trained as harshly.

While Damian was climbing a mountain with a broken arm at five years old, Daniel was handed account logs of failing businesses that he needed to get out of the red or else at the same age. While Damian was slashing opponents, Daniel was told to sniff out the planted traitors in the staff.

While Damian was grinding his teeth against the senses-deprivation training, Daniel was bearing his teeth in a smile as he convinced local rulers to sign over their properties to Ra without bloodshed.

Daniel was raised in this role not because he was born five minutes after his brother or because he didn't show combat talent. On the night of the twin's first birthday, Ra had a well-known magic user do a soul test on the children.

He had all of his descendants participate in said test, and they rarely came out with traits that made them possible heirs. Talia, along with her sister Nyssa, was one of the few among his children who resulted in the green glow.

Many of his children were white glows—talented in the mind rather than in the body like Daniel. Once Ra saw the white aura around Daniel, he had tutors set up for estate management. One step above servant of the family.

He was just about to doom Damian to the same fate, effectively cutting them from the line of succession until the eldest started glowing green.

His green was much more vibrant than Talia's, as she was just the lowest shade of green, right above white, which was why he had not made it clear who the inheritance would go to. Nyssa had also been a light shade, balanced with Talia's.

But Damian? His was a bright emerald, the shade of green he hadn't seen in almost seven hundred years. Ra knew the boy would be grand when he aged.

Then, one day, his daughter ran off with his heir. Taking the boy to his father prematurely because she had discovered that Ra would use his body to preserve his immortality. She had left behind Daniel, viewing her youngest the same way all green souls kin viewed white soul kin.

Damian was raised knowing that he would one day inherit everything Ra had to offer as the Heir Apparent, and Daniel was to be his most trusted right-hand man. He was meant to be a helpful tool Damian could wield.

Daniel, however, did outshine the rest of white souls. He was a master manipulator, a snake hiding in the grass, able to convince anyone of anything. He never saw a line too immoral to cross if it was beneficial for the Ghul ruling family. He even convinced Ra's to ease off many punishments for Damian with a few soft spoken words and gentle movements.

Ra's could admit that Daniel was terror in an entirely different way than his brother. His loyalty, however, was never in doubt.

In her mind, he was a servant and not worth the risk of getting him to the Detective. Ra saw no reason why he couldn't use that against her.

He had his men whip the boy's memories, set him up in an American home with a couple that owed him a favor for using his Lazarus Pit to study the undead, and sat back. Daniel would live as Danny Fenton, thinking he had been a member of that family since birth, unaware of the sleeper agent he was.

Ra faked his death, amused by the Detective's wails upon finding the trails, and waited until Damian grew soft enough from his father's foolish sentiments to throw his dead brother's fate back into his face. He allowed Daniel to be Danny Fenton for four whole years before activating the boy to kill Damian.

The last thing the runaway heir would ever see was the smile of his silver tongue brother, whom he left for dead. The twin with a sharp mind that even Timothy Drake could not predict. The one that Bruce Wayne would hesitate to kill, unlike the clones he attempted to send before.

He did not account for Daniel developing a second personality known as Phantom. He took all the sleeper agent training and somehow twisted the boy's ghostly part into thinking he was Damian's dead brother.

It was a glorious plan meant to shatter their minds as much as their bones.

Before he could activate Daniel to complete his four year old mission, the fool wandered into an experimental protal. It did not kill him, but it made some.....side effects.

Ra's waited a week to see if anything would come of Daniel's accident, but when no evidence indicated any change, he had his ninjas active, the sleeper agent.

That he had actually died that day.

Phantom did not know he lived in Fenton. Fenton was unaware that his "fainting" spills were his body, giving control to the assassin's support stored away in his mind.

Worst Phantom seemed utterly convinced that since Damian was running around as Robin, a hero of the innocent, he should too. He set out to protect the silly American town Ra's had planted him in, and then, he began managing the damn thing.

He caused the unemployment rate to drop in Amity Park, worked on getting the neighbor's company up, sweet-talked the local landlords to lower rates, and got the Americans to take their education seriously enough that every graduating student of his high school received at least two scholarships. He covered the property damages his battles caused by convincing the people they were responsible.

Ra's had trained that silver tongue had sharpened that devilish mind, and it was being wasted on the Detective's sensibilities. At least Phantom had convinced the entire town to be ecto-mindful.

It nearly made up for the ghost finding his way to Gotham. Fenton and his class won some kind of competition hosted by the Detective for all high schools in the nation. It was some idiotic science experiment, but once Phantom was there, the ghost fell into his support role of Robin like a duck did to water.

Wayne Enterprises' stock value skyrocketed when Phantom pretended to work for them, turning his silver tongue on the belly of Gotham and carefully breaking every crime origination with a smile. Fenton himself grew the eye of the Detective for being the leading mind of the experiment, and Ra knew it was only a matter of time before his son-in-law pieced it all together.

The boy would forever be out of his reach, and he only had himself to blame. He should have killed the white soul kin years ago.

[rainrot4me]

Return The Favor

Summary: Stumbling in on your neighbor’s chopped up body, an unlikely friendship forms between you and Toby. Striking a deal, you agree to help the killer and his friends, buying them necessary prescriptions. But when one visit turns to multiple, Toby becomes curious, finding a not so subtle love note hidden away.

Characters: Ticci Toby x Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Mentions of death, explicit description of a dismembered body, decomposition, death, gore, obsession, vomit, throwing up, blood (non-sexual), blood (sexual), vaginal fingering, degradation, biting, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, vaginal, choking, gagging, somnophilia, rough, Toby literally goes insane about you, virginity kink, first time, desperation

Words: 9.4k

A/N: This shit long asl I'm so sorry... Characters in this story are not canonical!

It’s said that when there’s a dead body nearby, your body can sense it before your brain can. 

It’s almost like instinct, a survival nature programmed into your brain. It’ll start with goosebumps and chills running all over your body as if you were being watched, this uncomfortable sensation that you just can’t rationalize. Then the anxiety sets in, body aching and sweating for no apparent reason but it just knows there’s something wrong. 

Finally, when you’ve finally choked it up to just being your imagination, that’s when you’ll smell it. Throat instantly closing and nostrils flaring at the putrid stench of rot and gore. It’s incomparable, no amount of food poisoning or disease compares to the sickness you feel in your stomach at the smell of a human body decomposing. Every instinct in your body pleading and begging you to get out of there, run as far away until you can’t breathe anymore. 

You would know. And it seemed like the boy huddled in front of you did too. 

There was no real reason for you to even be in this house in the first place, but your all-too-good heart guilted you into it. You had just come home from work, mind tired and body sleepy as you unlocked your front door, tossing your bag onto the kitchen table inside. It was well past midnight, the diner you worked at closing way later than normal, but at least you made some good tips. 

Sliding into your bedroom, you changed into more comfortable clothes, tying your hair back before stepping into your kitchen. You gripped the tiny journal lying on the counter, cracking the worn pages open to where you left off, scribbling your thoughts onto the paper. It was your nightly routine, journaling things you saw or did, a coping mechanism suggested by your therapist. It wasn’t for anything intensive, just minor anxiety and self-image problems, always having negative thoughts about yourself. It helped. Glancing up, you looked through the tiny window above your sink, a clear view of your neighbor’s back porch, Mr. Higgs, an older man who made it very difficult to be friendly. He was a hateful guy, always nitpicking your choice of decorations or specific outfits he didn’t find appropriate. A real sweetheart, obviously. 

But compared to his usual eight PM lights out, the living room lamp was still bright, shining directly through his open back porch door. That was odd. As long as you had known this guy, it wasn’t like him to be up this late, let alone be outside. Every instinct told you to just clean up and go to bed, his angry ass probably scooting off a raccoon or something. But you just couldn’t pass up that nagging feeling, your kindheartedness overpowering you. So, sighing, you tossed a hoodie on and slid out your back door, stepping down the porch steps into the cool grass.

You flinched as a flash of brown passed your vision, small and thin against the dark grass. Cooing, you kneeled down, holding your fingers out as Mr. Higg’s old cat, Addy, sniffed the air around you, pressing against your bare legs as she purred. The man was way too protective of his cat. Something was definitely wrong.

Standing again, Addy pranced away, meowing loudly behind you as your bare feet became wet against the midnight dew, grass sticking to your ankles as you walked, arms hugging yourself against the cold. This would probably just end with you getting told to mind your business and stomping back to bed upset, but it was the thought that counted. Gripping onto the porch rail, you stepped up his creaky wooden porch, knocking against the wooden frame of the open door.

“Mr. Higgs? Everything alright?” You called into the room, refusing to go in. There was no response, you knocked again after a couple of seconds. Still nothing. You gulped, rubbing your arms against your sides, nerves wracking you. “Okay. I’m coming in. Don’t get mad 'cause you didn’t answer me.” You called again, pressing past the door and wiping your wet feet on the welcome mat. 

The house was quiet, the only light being the lamp sat on a coffee table adjacent to the old couch. All the furniture had an older look like something out of the eighties, it made you cringe. “Mr. Higgs, are you home?” You shouted down the dark hallway, all the doors shut except for one at the end which you assumed to be his room. Hugging yourself, your legs felt anxious, your mind racing with all the reasons you shouldn’t walk down there. There was no reason for it, this was all just probably some old guy who forgot to shut his door, but you just couldn’t shake the feeling.

Taking a step down the hallway, that’s when it started. Those feelings, like your body can feel shouldn’t be there. The air suddenly grew thick, a nauseating feeling setting in against your chest, pressing down like a conscious weight. But you shook it off, telling yourself it was just you scaring yourself with all of those crime shows, but you should’ve known better.

The door was cracked, moonlight from the open shades pressing against the doorframe, your hand flat against the wood as you pushed the door open. Then came the smell. It was stout, a putrid funk that wafted against the walls, souring the room. The room was dark, pupils blown wide as they fought to see, hand sliding against the wall and searching for a light switch. Your body was tense, senses on high alert against the dark, breathing ragged against the awful stench filling your senses. Your eyes were beginning to water, wondering what in the hell could be stinking this terribly, until you felt the switch, flipping it on.

Your first instinct was to throw up, throat constricting and stomach tightening, but you just couldn’t move. You were petrified by the scene in front of you. Mr. Higgs was there, at least, what you could recognize of him. His head had been cleaved from his body, intensive amounts of blood staining his beige bedsheets. His cheeks were bloated, a gnarly purple color as his veins poked against his forehead, skin wrinkled and soaked in blood as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. They were yellow now, dark veins contrasting against the orbs as puss leaked from every hole on his expressionless face. The rest of his body was scattered, chunks of muscle shredded from his arms and hands like they had been cut off, legs more or less the same. His wide stomach was completely visible, his skin swollen and dark, bloated against the same liquids spilling from his pores. The blood was the worst part. It was just everywhere. Splattered on the sheets, the nightstand, even the walls, specks reaching the roof. You were so lost in your racing thoughts, your heart pounding heavily against your chest as you gripped the door tightly, knuckles white on the frame. You could feel the cold sweat drip down your brow, utter fear chilling your body. 

You wouldn’t have even noticed the tall boy standing in the corner if he hadn’t flinched, eyes wide and locked on you. He was lanky, easily taller than you and pale. No, not pale, more gray. He had curly brown hair that fell in front of his eyes, his freckled cheeks flushed against the bandages across his jaw. A pair of goggles rested amongst his curls, a dark mask covering his nose and mouth. He wore dark wash jeans loose around his hips and a heavier brown hoodie that was stained with dark blood. Oh God. The boy didn’t look much older than you despite his bruise battered skin. But he wasn’t moving, wasn’t talking, he was just watching. 

His hands were behind his back, shoulders scrunched against the corner of the dark walls as you pressed back off the door frame, breathing ragged. “Who the hell are you?” You grimaced, tone coming across a lot more confident than you felt. The boy flinched, not out of fear, more like a bodily reaction. He refused to answer, eyes scanning around quickly until he pressed off the wall, sliding to the shuttered window and pinching the blinds open, scanning the night without explanation. That’s when you heard loud boots stepping up the porch steps, head spinning quickly down the hallway. “Shit.” You heard him, the boy’s voice panicked and rough, his boots stepping quickly across the hardwood and into your vicinity. Panic strained you, head spinning back quickly before your vision was filled with his arms wrapping around you, palm slapping over your mouth as he pressed you to his chest. 

You tried to fight back, mumbled pleas against his hand as you shouldered his arms, your back pressed firmly against him. He was dragging you into the room, your feet dragging as you struggled, clawing his arms away but he never budged, practically unaware of the scratches you were leaving on his hands. “F- Fuckin’ quit-” He growled quietly, pressing open the small closet doors and dragging you both in, quickly shutting the door as you heard the boots grow louder down the hallway. A sliver of light shone through the crack in the door, leaving you just enough room to see the gorey scene as you pressed off of him, his muscled arms refusing to let you go.

“Toby?” A scratchy voice called into the room, the figure stepping through the door frame and into your line of sight. At his appearance, you froze completely, your body tense against the boy behind you. His arms gripped tighter, bandaged fingers digging into your cheek as he kept you quiet. He was horrifying. 

This man was taller than the one in the closet with you, pasty skin a sharp contrast against his dark messy hair. His eyes were wide, pupils dark against his reddened scleras. He wore a white hoodie, dark jeans covered just the same with Mr. Higg’s blood. But the worst part, the part that made your heart pump in your throat, was his smile. It was etched in, flesh torn upwards into a mocked smile, teeth exposed from the side of his cheek. The area was mangled, seemingly unhealed as blood dried against the cut. He almost made Mr. Higgs seem not that bad.

“Twitch, come on,” He called again, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket as he strolled around the room, kicking Mr. Higg’s severed foot out of the way. “I’m gettin’ tired. This guy had some good beers and I’m tryna get back home and drink ‘em.” He snickered, turning back out of the room and back down the hallway, his loud boots stomping against the old floors. Who you presumed to be Toby didn’t let you go, arms just as tight around you as you gripping his hoodie’s sleeves tight. “Fine then! If you’re gonna play fuckin’ hide and seek then I’m leavin’ your ass here!” He called throughout the house, your body only untensing when you heard the back porch door slam shut, loud boots thunking down the porch and out of earshot. 

You both waited a couple of seconds, heart thudding in your ears as arms slowly released you, palm unclasping from your mouth. Panicked, you slammed out of the closet, turning around quickly and facing Toby, back pressed against the nearest wall as you searched for something to defend yourself with. “D- Dumbass.” He grit, pressing out of the cramped closet and facing you, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie. The stench of the room pressed harder than ever, making your head dizzy as you pressed out of the room and down the hallway, Toby quick on your heels. “Whoever the fuck you are, whatever the fuck you want, I’m sure Mr. Higgs didn’t have it. Why in God’s name is he in pieces in his bedroom?” You hissed, gagging as the image replayed in your mind, turning into his kitchen and wracking the cupboards. When you found a small plastic cup, you ran water in through the sink, chugging the stout liquid down as you calmed your breathing. Toby stayed in the doorframe, crossing his arms. You probably shouldn’t have let your guard down, knowing full and well what he had just down to your neighbor, but you figured if he was going to he would have already.

“It’s none of y- your business. I don’t k- kill innocents, so you s- shoulda just stayed home, m- missy.” He growled back, stuttering through the words. You tossed the cup in the sink, the plastic clattering against the metal as you turned to face him, running your hands through your hair. “Hard to when you guys so obviously left his door open. The bastards hounded me for years, you’d think I’d be happy about his death, but not fucking like that.” You hissed, leaning back against the counter and crossing your arms, bare feet cold against the porcelain tiles. “I mean, Jesus. And I mean, thanks and all for the save back there, but how is killing him and saving me any different? It’s just favoring one innocent over another.” Toby shook his head, sliding past you and tugging a drawer open, shovelling through old receipts until he found the stack he was searching for. He passed it to you, paper crinkling as you skimmed through, old pharmacy receipts for prescription medicine. 

“H- Had the old bastard bu- buying our meds. Paid h- him off and everything. Un- Until he started g- giving us coun- counterfeits, sellin’ u- us out. He h- had to pay u- up somehow…” He huffed, shoving his mask down off of his nose and under his chin, his thin lips chapped against the bandages hugging his cheeks. And of course, he was cute. 

“So he gets shredded?” You had to breathe through that sentence, throat tight with nausea. Toby nodded, a small smirk crooking at the corner of his lips. You grimaced, pressing off of the counter and through to the living room, the old furniture seeming a lot less homey now. You were going home, filing a police report, and praying to God these fuckers didn’t come back to get you instead. 

“U- Uh, might wa- wanna clean up, t- too,” Toby chuckled from behind you. You paused, confused as you looked around, stomach twisting as you looked down. Bloody footprints trekked through the kitchen behind you, a trail leading to your bare feet as you lift your knee, gagging at the sight of Mr. Higg’s blood coating your soles. Toby was laughing, the noise muffled against the ringing in your ears as you hunched over, stomach convulsing as you puked on the hardwood floors, your lunch from work coming back up. Head straining, you panted, wiping your lips. “Oh, s- shit, okay.” Toby hissed, sliding to your side and raising you up, hugging you close to his side. He drug you through the door, stomach still churning as you watched your footprints faintly appear beneath you, purposefully dragging them through the grass to get the blood off. You felt disgusting, giving no fight as Toby brought you to your porch steps, helping you up. He was so bipolar, angry and distasteful for one second, then cautious and endearing the next. It really was like you were dealing with a teenager. 

Addy circled your ankles, her dense fur tickling your skin and making you jump, Toby gripping your arms tighter. “Oh, hi kitty.” You cooed, breathing deep as you kneeled down, scooping her up into your arms as Toby helped you up the rest of the steps. Without asking, he slid open your screen door, helping you both inside as Addy purred against your chest, Toby wary as he stared at her. You dropped her on the floor gently, Toby sliding the door shut as you hunched over your sink, cleaning your mouth and grabbing a rag for your feet. Toby still eyed Addy, fidgeting his nails as he followed her. “Ever seen a cat before? She was Mr. Higg’s.” You chuckled, cleaning the soles of your feet off and tossing the rag into the sink, still feeling unclean. Toby nodded, rubbing his arms nervously as he looked back at you, smiling awkwardly. “Yeah. Us- Used to have one. T- They kinda sc- scare me now.” Smiling, you scooped Addy up again, petting her soft fur as you brought her close to the boy, his neck twitching nervously. 

How could this guy shred a man to pieces, but petting a cat was too frightening for him? You couldn’t understand. Digressing, you gripped his wrist, steadying the twitches as you placed his hand on her back, rubbing gently as Toby flinched, breathing quickly. Addy purred, unbothered by the action as he became more comfortable, fingers playing with her fur before he pulled his hand back, breathing deep.

You were too nice for your own good, too easy at giving the benefit of the doubt. Of course, you would find the redeemable traits in a murderer, heart hurting for this boy who was more or less the same as you. Groaning, you dropped Addy, crossing your arms. “Listen. What you did, it’s… For my own conscience, I can’t let it happen again.” You grit, circling your countertop and sitting on a stool, your journal tucked in front of you as you fidgeted with the pages. “If we can agree, I’ll buy your meds. I have a friend who can write me prescriptions, no questions asked. But I need you to understand, under no circumstances, are you allowed to harm me. I’ll call the cops.” Like the cops could stop these lunatics. But, you needed some type of leverage. 

Toby thought quietly, eyes narrowed as he flinched uncomfortably against Addy rubbing on his shins, purring loudly. If you could hold your end, there would be no trouble, but he had to know he could rely on you. “Th- The meds aren’t for m- me. My f- friends, they need ‘em to function, m- mentally… You g- gotta realize this is- is serious.” Even stuttering his voice was stern, arms crossed as he thought, contemplating. You nodded, brushing your hair from your face as you groaned, realizing how desperately you needed to learn to set boundaries. “I can get them. But you have to keep your end, too.” You hissed back, pinching your fingers nervously. Toby smiled, crossing his heart, literally. Rolling your eyes, you nodded, rubbing your face as you groaned. What the fuck were you even doing? 

“I’ll have them by the end of the week. Come later at night, cops’ll be swarming for weeks thanks to you.” Toby nodded, sliding over to the counter and gripping your journal, tearing a page out as he wrote the list of prescriptions you would need to get. It was a hefty list, some of that shit intense. “Abou- About that,” He slid his mask up over his nose, sliding the screen door open as he stepped out, chuckling. “Do- Don’t go outside. Gonna ma- make it look like a g- gas leak.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he shut the screen, sliding his hood over his head and peeling down the porch steps. Finally taking a deep breath, you stared at Addy, wondering what in the absolute fuck you were doing. Rest in hell, Mr. Higgs.

-

He made it look like a gas leak alright. The house was on fire in minutes, the bright orange flames lighting your room as you heard sirens in the distance, your other neighbors gathered outside their houses as you climbed into bed, groaning your displeasure. Cops and firefighters swarmed for days afterwards, investigating the area thoroughly, but never finding any remains of Mr. Higgs, his body buried somewhere far away. They eventually grew restless, the city quickly cleaned up the charred remains of the house and a new plan for construction was set in soon. It went over smoothly, no one even suspecting a thing. 

The days passed slowly, nervousness building as the end of the week grew closer, feet shuffling as you stood in line at the pharmacy. You got the doctor’s notes easily, already called in and waiting to be picked up as you were handed a small paper bag, the pharmacist eyeing you closely as you hurried out. Once in your car, you rummaged the sack, eyes wide as you read the dosage instructions on each little pill bottle. You read each bottle carefully, cringing at the names of the contents: Thorazine, Prolixin, Haldol, and even Aripiprazole. They were all high-end antipsychotics, the list of treatments for schizophrenia and mania, along with treatment-resistant depression. The last bottle caught your eye, a quick Google search told you it was for tourette's. So his twitching wasn’t just nervousness, huh. Shoveling the sack into your bag, you sped home, Toby well on his way as the sun set low.

The first week was easy, Toby in and out without so much as a hello, nodding his thanks as he bolted back into the woods, eyes dark and heavy. It was easy for you, moving along with your life despite the one night of the week. You felt easier, the boy quick about his stops with some chat, but never hanging around for too long, eyes always scanning the tree line nervously. 

As weeks passed, he grew more comfortable, you learned that he was quick about stopping due to his friends, their curiosity about you making him nervous about losing his ‘dealer.’ You learned to leave his meds on the counter, sometimes not even present when he would sneak in at the late hours of the night, your job taking precedence over your sleep schedule. But with all of this money being spent weekly on medicine, you had to pick up more time at work, everything being paid for out of pocket not to raise suspicion. You were sleeping more, journaling and your hobbies taking less importance until they were practically nonexistent. It was hard, your serving heart refusing to let you rest, making sure Toby got his medication is the most important thing. You were strained, to say the least. 

However, surprisingly, after a couple of weeks, Toby wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He had slid in like he always did, you sat at the counter eating your dinner as you scribbled through the pages of your notebook, summing up the previous days. You were exhausted, Toby making you jump slightly as he shut the screen door, rummaging through the paper sack. “G- Got any more?” He grinned shyly, sliding his mask and goggles off and tossing them onto the counter. You nodded to the fridge, an extra container of leftovers from the diner quickly opened in front of him as he shoveled it into his mouth. “It’s better heated up,” You laughed, shutting your journal as you slid off the stool, gripping the to-go container from him and popping it into the microwave. You both sat there awkwardly, Toby kneeling down to rub Addy’s back as she appeared beneath him, soft purrs echoing. He was still nervous, never petting her for too long before standing back up, the microwave beeping. The food came out steaming, sliding open a drawer and handing him a fork, Toby continued to shovel the food into his mouth. You hissed, holding his arm as the steaming food sizzled inside his mouth, it had to be burning him. “Oh. Y- Yeah, I don’t fe- feel pain. Th’s good, tho- though.” He grinned, slurping up more of the food. He acted like he hadn’t had warm food in forever, stuffing his face and barely giving himself time to chew. You rolled your eyes, chuckling as he ate.

The stays became longer after that, his excuse being he was hungry, continuously raiding your fridge until you began to have food ready for him, prepping his meals along with your own. Thirty minutes turned to an hour, to two hours, and then eventually through the night. He would crash on your couch, Addy curled in his lap as the television blared some old movie. That was one of the only times you didn’t see him ticcing, the cat acting as an anchor against his restless body. He looked truly comfortable, using your blankets and pillows to his advantage, beginning to invite himself to stay the night after a while. 

You sat at the counter, Toby snoring loudly as he laid face first into the couch pillow, scribbling into your journal. It was the one thing you had time for, having to get up early for work as the soft glow of the kitchen light lit the pages. Toby was practically pushing himself into your life, his lack of manners and curious mannerisms leading him to take initiative. You were grateful for his friendliness, giving great detail of his missions with his friends and explaining that whole situation. Even still, you were wary. 

But against your better judgment, your relationship with the killer was becoming less transactional. He brought you things to make for dinner, talked with you through your mutual sleepiness, and even took care of Addy when you were too delusional after work. For lack of a better word, he was becoming a friend, showing up for more than just his medication, even sometimes forgetting the bag and having to chase him down. He was infesting your life, arriving earlier than he should and leaving later than you cared for. The end of the week was becoming optional, the screen of your porch door sliding open nearly every night of the week Toby didn’t have a mission. It was annoying but in a comforting way, like you both were becoming closer naturally despite your differences. 

As you heard his snores, you groaned, rubbing your tired eyes as you began to write, letting your pencil guide on the page numbly as you wrote your thoughts. It wasn’t directed at Toby on purpose, but the further you got down the page the further your heart sank, hand fisted in your hair as you rested your elbow on the cold marble counter. “Ah, Jesus…” You grit, scribbling the final few words as you lean back, rubbing your head. The words weren’t lies, more of a hard truth you weren’t willing to accept, chalking it up that you were just tired and desperate. The words could have been about Toby, or they could have been about anyone, you didn’t really care. Sighing, you tore the page out, folding it and shoving it into the back of the book, closing the pages quickly. Sleep sounded much easier as you flipped the kitchen light off, turning the volume of the television down as you trudged upstairs to your room, giving one last glance to the snoring boy and his matching cat.

-

Toby knew his mishaps with you, his moral compass long forgotten the more time he spent inside your home. He told himself it was just easier, food and shelter at his disposal whenever, but he knew better. It was so much more than just picking up medicine for Tim and Brian now, it was a solid relationship, a bond that was forming in his eyes. 

It had been almost four months since the unfortunate death of your neighbor, a smile creeping every time he saw the charred flecks of wood buried in the overgrown grass. You had begun to leave the back door unlocked, reasoning that someone breaking and entering would be less of a hassle than him. That was what Toby really hooked onto the most about you, your humor about everything. Despite your hardships and the emotions you had to overcome, you held a caring heart, compassion always lacing every action. He found it admirable, your humor through your busy life. And, likewise, he did feel bad for making you work so much, tired eyes always hurting his heart whenever you were around. But, it wasn’t like he could get a job, so he helped where he could, cleaning and learning to cook for your sake. He needed this medicine, for his friend’s and his own stability, even at your expense.

You were already nestled at your spot on the counter, writing your thoughts in that damn journal. You barely even looked up as he entered, diving for the fridge as he scooped up Addy with one arm, her purs a nice vibration against his shoulder. Popping the container in the microwave, he leaned in over your shoulder, trying to catch a glance at your scribbling before you shoved him off, closing the book quickly. “Ah, ah, mind yours.” You smiled, forking your own food into your mouth. “O- Oh come on, [Y/N], just a pe- peak.” He smiled back, gathering his food as he began to eat, sliding onto his familiar spot on the couch. It was routine now: where you sat, what he watched, what you both talked about. He explained his latest mission with Masky in more detail than you enjoyed, pushing your food away as you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. You both laughed throughout the night before you whisked your food into the fridge, calling your goodnights before heading upstairs. 

Toby continued to watch the television, brushing Addy’s back with his bandaged fingers as he sat his empty container to the side. His curiosity nudging him, he raised up, tossing his trash before he slid to the counter, you all too confidently leaving your journal there. Slipping back onto the couch, he began to flip through the pages, listening closely for your footsteps as he read your entries, smiling as they dated all the way back to your high school years.

It seemed as though everything you thought spilt onto these lines, emotions erratic between every page as he realized just how much of a people pleaser you really were. All through your recent years, it was nothing but service, acting through the goodness of your soul until it felt sickening, fake almost. He cringed, flipping quickly through but finding nothing juicy, no deep dark secrets that he felt were interesting. Sighing, he closed the journal, standing to set it back onto the counter, until a slip of paper fell from between the pages. Smiling, Toby leaned down, arms twitching as he slid the journal back onto the counter, leaning against the marble as he flipped the paper open, reading carefully.

“Sometimes, when I think about it too hard, I get all emotional about myself. I know I put on a front, like everything I do I’m in charge of and can handle, always putting everyone around me first. But what if I wanted to be put first? I do so much for the sake of others but it never seems to be returned, never compensated for the mental strain. Well, maybe I want to. Maybe I want to be loved like I see others, rough and real. I have no clue how I even would, I can barely handle touching myself before I'm overwhelmed. But I just want someone else to take the reins, show me that I don't have to work my brain so hard and can just numb out. That's not too much to ask, right? Just someone who can love me, not some creep or one night thing, someone who cares. If I never ask for anything again, that would be it. Someone who wants me for me.”

He could have died. The brunette’s cheeks dark as he re-read the crumbled page, excitement coursing through him. In his mind, he wanted to storm upstairs and just rattle you then, showing you how good he could treat you. It was like a bomb had gone off, Toby having to pretend like him having a crush on you wasn’t achingly obvious, convincing himself he just didn’t know how to act around women. But now it was clear, his mind racing with a million wants and needs, body spasming under the excitement. 

Convincing himself to leave, he slipped the note into his pocket, body buzzing with excitement as he slid out your door. He would be back, like always. But this time, he would show you what you truly needed, what only he could give you. 

-

Like always, Toby left a note for the medication you needed to pick up, it sometimes changing week to week. Everything looked normal, the usual combination of pills reading off. But as you scanned the bottom, you groaned, shoving the paper into your pocket. Trilafon, Saphris, and… Plan B. As if your desperation for some affection couldn’t have gotten much worse, your heart twisted, a lump growing. Whether it be for some girl he was laying or a girlfriend he already had, you didn’t care, all you wanted was to get the medicine and go. Crawling into your bed sounded like a much more exciting activity than dwelling on the brunette, heart saddened in all the way you knew it shouldn’t. 

To make your night even better, Toby didn’t show. It wasn’t unusual, for him sometimes not to show up for days due to extensive missions. But a part of you longed to see him, especially after today, just to help your mind with the whole morning-after pill situation. So now, instead of imagining him surrounded by his friends on a mission, you imagined him towering over a girl. Strong arms holding her, body contorting to fit against hers… You could’ve been sick, shaking your head as you ate quickly and pressed upstairs, barely petting Addy before you slinked into bed, hauling the covers over your head. 

It was lonely on nights without his presence in your house. But especially tonight, thoughts racing uncontrollably to the point of tears, thick droplets streaking down your face as your chest hurt, longing for a body, any body, to hold close to yours. Maybe you really were just a transactional thing. 

-

Toby smiled as he trekked through the familiar stretch of woods to your house, heart racing in his chest. He had it all planned out, exactly what he wanted to do, his cock already twitching in his jeans. 

He hadn’t shown up tonight on purpose, hanging back at the mansion to take the best shower he could, Ben teasing him about how good he smelled as he was leaving. You had to be well in bed by now, body tired after working all day just for him. He would take care of you, showing just how grateful he was for how much you were giving up just for his friends and him. Pressing past the tree line, he smiled, pulling his hood down as all the lights in your home were out, signaling your retirement. 

Pressing up the steps, he slid the screen door open quietly, careful not to alert you as he clicked it shut. Stripping his hoodie, he tossed it onto the couch, Addy purring light against the cushions. It was warm in your house, black t-shirt hugging his arms as he untucked it from his jeans, climbing up the steps, his mask and goggles quick to come off next. 

He was too excited for his own good, boots stepping quietly against the old hardwood as he slinked to your door, fidgeting with the knob. A rush of your scent blew into his face, your perfume stout in your small bedroom, eyes searching around in the dark space for your bed. It wasn’t hard with your breathing, quiet snores making him smile as he leaned against your mattress, admiring your unawareness. You looked so peaceful, his bandaged fingers tracing your cheeks and brushing your hair from your face, your skin flinching under his touch. “Hi, baby…” He whispered, the pet name sounding right against his tongue as he referred to you, tugging the sheets down. 

Toby always knew how nice of a body you had, you sometimes sauntering around the house with shorts and a t-shirt and making his eyes trail just a little longer than normal. But now, under his cold hands, you were even more gorgeous. You were wearing an oversized shirt, a slight tug at the fabric revealing that you only had panties on underneath, you slightly stirring as his nails brushed your skin. The brunette was excitedly jittering, kicking his boots off as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling at your curled body sound asleep. You shifted, rolling onto your back as you breathed deep, stretching your arms before settling back into yourself. Toby could have died, your legs stretching out to rest around him, his cock twitching with interest against your now visible panties. A quiet sigh breathed through your lips.

That was all the invitation he needed. Running his cold hands under your shirt, he felt your warm skin and goosebumps rising as you squirmed under them. Your brows scrunched but Toby pressed further, running his fingers along your waist and up to your tits, palming the mounds gently as he smiled. It was crazy to him just how soft your skin was, not weathered or bruised from missions or nature, perfectly smooth under his axe-calloused hands. Pushing your shirt up to your chest, he gasped at your round tits, the weight so perfect in his hands as he pinched at your nipples, rubbing the nubs gently. Toby was never very sure of anything, always brushing through life at the command of others. But the one thing he was sure about? His love for boobs, especially yours. 

Nudging closer between your legs, he rested your knees on his thighs, leaning down to your chest as he popped a nipple into your mouth, sucking gently. The nub was hard against his tongue, slowly circling as he massaged the opposite one in his palm, pinching your nipple gently. That’s when you began to stir, hands sliding against the bed and unconsciously searching for the cause of your sensitivity. Lazy hands pushed against his face, soft groans echoing in the boy’s ears as he popped off your nipple and moved to the next one. Your hands fingered through his hair, tugging lightly until your eyes were beginning to flutter, your mind slowly coming alive. Toby let off your tit, kissing along your chest and licking a stripe between your tits, humming as he watched your eyes slowly blink open, confusion rocking you. He kneaded your tits gently, tugging at your nipples as you realized what was happening, eyes slowly widening as you strained to sit up against him. “Toby? Wha-” Your voice was scratchy, ridden with exhaustion as the brunette kissed up your neck to your cheeks, pushing you back down as he slotted himself flush between your legs. Slowly realizing what was happening, your cheeks flushed dark, hands pressing against his chest as you squirmed, nervously babbling as your body was still half asleep. “Lay b- back, baby… You’re so ti- tired, let me take c- care of you…” Toby sighed, running his hands back down along your skin, relishing in the way your body nervously shook under him.

You physically could not believe what was happening. This had to be a dream, some sick trick your mind was playing as you felt cold fingers hook under your panties, sliding them down. Heavy eyes wide, you grabbed his arms, clenching your thighs together against his waist. “No- No, wait- I don’t even, I mean, I’ve never-” Toby was already shushing you, gripping your wrists together and kissing your palms before pushing them back down to your sides, resuming his tug down your thighs. “I’ve go- got you. Don- Don’t gotta worry about a- a thing…” He smiled, raising your legs up to slide your panties down the rest of the way, hooking them off of your raised ankles before pulling you down closer to him, pushing your shirt over your head. “Read y- your journal, you don- don't gotta act protective, ba- baby. I know this is what y- you want…” If you weren’t already panicking, you definitely were now. 

You wanted to hound him for snooping through your journal, mouth opening to tell him off. But as his fingers brushed against the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your folds, you lost all train of thought. He was watching you, eyes excited in the darkness of your room as he swiped his thumb closer again, your thighs flinching shut. “Anyone else e- ever touched here before?” He mumbled, pressing his thumb against your plump lips and tugging them open, getting a nice look at the wetness that was already forming between your folds. Shaking your head, Toby lit up, cock pushing hard against his jeans as he had to adjust his position, using both hands to pull your lips apart, sighing at how pretty your cunt was. Just something about knowing that Toby was claiming his stake on you, imprinting his touch for the first time before anyone else could, made something deep inside of him burn. It wasn’t like the brunette got much play himself, hooking up with a girl here and there, but being your first? That already made this so much better than any other girl could even try. 

Sliding his fingers through your wetness, you gasped, hands clutching the pillow behind your head as he groaned, spreading your arousal across your lower abdomen. You whined, thighs begging to clench together as he purposefully slid your juices over your cunt, pressing his thumb down against your swollen clit and jolting your back off the mattress. You had only ever masturbated here and there, your body getting too overwhelmed after one orgasm and forcing you to stop, but would Toby stop? As he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth, you doubted his restraint.

“Please be gentle…” You warned, hands planting on the mattress as you sat up, resting on your elbows as you watched Toby bring his digits back down to your cunt. He rolled his eyes playfully, tugging your folds open with his opposite hand as he pressed the tips of his fingers against your entrance, pressing in slowly. “I’ll try…” He laughed, your fingers gripping the sheets tight as you watched his fingers sink in slow, stretching your cunt uncomfortably. His index and middle fingers screwed into your tight walls gently, twisting his wrist to draw a moan from your lips, digits spreading against your gummy walls and making your entrance ache. “Just i- imagine my dick in here…” He cooed, eyes darting between your nervous face and your pretty cunt fluttering around just his fingers, barely even handling them. 

Pressing his opposite thumb against your clit, he began to rub in small circles, dragging your hips further and further off of the mattress until you were practically rolling your hips against him. His fingers probed in and out of your cunt at a slow pace, just enough to make you comfortable with the unfamiliar intrusion, but his arms ached to go faster, curl his fingers until you spasmed. “Toby…” You sighed, his hands moving in time with other as he screwed his fingers inside of you, angling them just enough so they pressed against your tight walls. His name sounded like heaven against your aroused tongue, so quiet but so desperate, secretly drawling for more. “Tell me w- what you want, ba- baby…” The pet name made your face hot, your stomach fluttering as you pressed back into the pillows, running your hands down to your thighs and squeezing the flesh. “I want… more…” You sighed through your arousal, cunt clenching desperately around Toby’s cold fingers, sucking them back inside every time he drew them out. The brunette laughed, pushing his feet under him to push his hips up against your ass, your hips raising off the bed as he fingered down into you. You could feel his cock straining behind his jeans below your raised ass, twitching needily with every tug of his fingers and moan that whined from your throat. His size was overwhelming, making your heart pound as Toby began to curl his fingers, making your eyes shut quickly. 

His fingers pressed so deep in your cunt, curling against your sensitive walls and making your jaw hang, beginning to press against your walls at a steady rhythm. It was like a new fire had lit under Toby, fingers screwing in at a quicker pace and making your stomach clench, face screwing into an overwhelmed feeling. His fingers pumped in, knuckles sinking in through your wetness and gripped by your gummy walls, curling his fingertips just right as he got deep. It was so intense, so rough, just a mess of slick and your wet cunt sounding through the room with every squelch as he abused your clit, swiping left and right quickly. Your thighs twitched and ached with every curl, trying to close around his hand practically fucking you into sensitivity. Your hands wrapped around his forearm quickly, begging his wrists to stop curling abusively inside of you as you tugged your nails into his skin. Toby wouldn’t, continuing to pump his fingers as he stared at your flushed face, cunt squelching embarrassingly loud. “Just a l- little more… Co- Come on…” He groaned, nudging his hips against your bare ass as his fingers milked moans and whines out of you, his fingers glistening with your arousal every time he tugged them out. He couldn’t feel you clawing at his arms, loud groans begging him to let up as your cunt clenched, molding around his thick fingers. 

You could feel your orgasm rolling through you, Toby huffing as the veins in his arms popped, his shoulder muscles straining against his shirt as he watched your face carefully, picking up as your moans became louder. “Gonna come f- for me? Yeah?” He teased, clothed cock twitching against your ass, pushing your cheeks apart as he rutted against you. He curled his fingers quicker, mumbling his arousal as he watched your cunt swell around him, clit throbbing under his thumb. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, stomach tightening and forcing you to sit up, Toby was quick to let off your clit and wrap his arm around your back, holding you up as he pumped your through your cunt squelching, tightening around his digits. Your eyes rolled, teeth grit tight as he palmed your clit, slowing his pace to a slow thrust as you became undone against him. No orgasm of your own had ever compared to that, head light and chest heavy as you breathed quickly, gripping Toby’s shirt tight. 

Refusing to let you go, Toby leaned in, pressing kisses against your neck and licking at your sweat, relishing in the warmth around his digits. You whined, cunt sensitive as he tugged his fingers out, his skin raw and pruned against the wetness coating his digits. Your folds were absolutely drenched, Toby spreading his fingers through your lips and pushing his sopping fingers over your warm thighs wrapped around him. “God, y- you’re so wet-” He gasped, pressing his fingertips back against your clit as he laid you back, gripping your tit. Your mind panicked, cunt flashing with sensitivity as he began to rub against your clit, swiping left and right against the rub quickly. “Toby- Stop- Toby, please-” You cried, breath catching in your throat as your stomach clenched, his fingers pressing hard as he pinched your nipples, eyes trained on your wet pussy. “You e- ever squirt before?” He smiled, transitioning fast between digging his fingers into your cunt and pulling them back out to swipe against your clit. It was nauseating, cunt crying desperately for relief as he dug nails into your tits. Gasping loudly, you gripped his arms, knees screwing tight against his sides as you cried out, hips bucking up against his hands. 

Every time his fingers slipped into your entrance, they squelched loudly, fluttering around the intrusion before desperately aching as they tugged out and moved onto your clit. “Squirt li- like a whore, m- mkay? Quit fightin’.” He hissed, letting his hand off your tit and scooping under your left knee, pushing it back to open your cunt wider, spreading your legs further apart. Your head was dizzy, heart pounding as you gasped for air, panting at every push of his fingers. You were already quick to cumming, but it felt weird, not that normal clench you felt in your stomach, more of a strain against your cunt itself. You cried out, tears slipping down your cheeks as he forced your pussy against his will, ruining you. 

As he swiped his fingertips down hard against your clit, your entrance clenched, mouth opening wide as you cried out, hips bucking up as you felt your cunt squirt, thighs trembling hard. There was literally nothing to compare it to, mind hazy as you sprayed onto his black shirt, his fingers digging into your entrance and pushing more juices out of your swollen folds. Toby was smiling, moaning his approval as he rubbed your clit softly, pushing the last of your orgasm out as you strained against the mattress. “Gunna fu- fuck you dumb, baby…” He growled, tugging the soaked shirt over his head and tossing it as he unzipped his jeans, tugging them down and off his legs as his cock hung heavy against your drenched cunt. You couldn’t even react, head spinning as Toby gripped your hips, pushing you onto your side as he grabbed your ankle, pulling it onto his shoulder and straddling your other. 

Neck craning with excitement, he teased the tip of his swollen cock between your folds, slicking himself up with your ruined juices. “This is wh- what you wanted, is- isn’t it?” He smiled wildly, pressing his cock into your ruined cunt, groaning loudly as you swallowed him in, warmth gripping tight as he gripped your leg, other hand stable on your tit. You groaned, face turned into the pillow as he began to thrust deep, giving you no mercy as he tugged at your nipple, biting at your calf as he fucked into you. You felt so full, your body so exhausted already as stretched you further, your entrance burning against the sting of this new girth. You squeezed him so tight, cock forcing itself deeper with every tug of his hips as you began to cry, tears staining your pillowcase.

“Fuckin’ tal- alk to me, baby. Gunna mak- make me cum al- already.” He sighed, teeth chewing against the meat of your calf as he pressed your cunt wider, sweat dripping from his nose as his curls clung to his forehead. He let off your tit, left hand slinking up to grip your jaw and turn your face back to look at him, your eyes heavy as they blurred with tears. Toby looked so good right now, cheeks dark against his freckles as he towered above you, cock pushing against your gummy walls and making your mouth hang. “So pretty…” He smiled, slinking his hand down to your throat and squeezing, cock pulsing as your face tightened, mouth gasping out as he clamped tighter, refusing you air. There was something so orgasmic about cutting your airway, watching your body react as he fucked your virgin cunt, holding your life in his hands. He had to breathe deep to stop himself from cumming, his violent brain spasming out. 

He pushed your ankle over his head, pulling out roughly as he rolled you onto your stomach, you gasping from the wave of air hitting your lungs. Pushing himself against your ass, Toby swore, pushing his cock back into your cunt as he pushed your back down, making you arch against him. “Just a l- little more, m’kay?” He growled, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and squeezing hard, pressing your face down into the pillow. With a new pace, he fucked down into you wildly, hand kneading your ass hard as digging his nails into your skin, little welts forming across the soft flesh. Your muffled cries sounded against the pillow, head light and static filled as you gasped for air, Toby’s cock ramming down against your g-spot. “Never s- seen a bitch so willing, so des- desperate for my dick you’d gi- give it up so easily.” He teased, growling as he let off your neck, neck sore as he leaned down, pushing your hair off your neck. Toby hadn’t felt like this before, wanting to mark you, fucking you so desperately he wanted to carve his shape deep inside. He couldn’t let you go without knowing exactly who you craved, corrupting you, ruining you, molding you to fit only him. 

He licked against your shoulder, sucking onto the skin before he pressed his teeth, digging both hands into your hips as he sunk them in, groaning at the pop as your blood soaked his teeth. You were crying, screaming into the pillow as your entire body begged for him, craving him, mind going blank as your blood dripped from his chin as he licked at the wound. He pressed on, nibbling into the crook of your neck and sucking revolting hickies into your skin, marking you like an animal. “Wan- Want you to come on m- my cock, baby. I got- gotta fill you full, want y- you ruined for everyone b- but me.” He mumbled quickly, cock begging to spill inside of your warm cunt as you reached around, gripping his hair as he sunk his teeth in again, walls fluttering around him. You pulled his hair, dragging his mouth off of your neck and to your lips, smashing your swollen, tear-stained lips against his as he groaned, kissing you roughly. 

You were cumming again, back arching onto Toby’s cock as you moaned into his mouth, walls holding him tight inside. He tried to move, to continue thrusting, but you were so tight all he could do was rutt his hips, begging for friction as his own seed spilt, his brows screwing tight as he came deep inside of you, warm cum seeping deep into your cunt. Your mind was blank, eyes rolled as you cried into his grasp, his nails digging into your hips until you were nearly bleeding. Your cunt squelched, milking his cock as he finally pulled from your lips, letting the last of your orgasms fizzle out before he pushed off of you, slowly tugging himself out as you whined. Looking back, his cock was soaked, glistening with your arousal and streaks of blood, Toby’s eyes wide. “Ah… Yo- You tore…” He hissed, wiping his soft cock with his shirt before pulling his boxers on, quickly trotting out of your room. You dropped your head back onto the pillow, cunt aching and body ruined as you sat in your sweat and each other’s cum, mind tired as you slowly blinked. 

Toby was back in seconds, a water bottle, a wet rag, and a small bag all in tow as he climbed back onto the bed, flipping your lazy body onto your back. You smiled, sipping the water bottle slowly as he began to clean you up, gently running the warm rag between your folds and against your thighs until he was satisfied, gently rubbing your skin. Finally, he grabbed the bag, your confusion evident as he tugged out the prescription bag, rummaging for the plan b he made you buy and popping one of the pills out, handing it to you as he smiled. Your chest welled, previous anxiety dissipating until you began to tear up, taking the small pill before reaching to wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down next to you. Toby went easily, body cradling against yours as he kissed against the bruised spots on your neck, rubbing your bite mark gently.

As you began to doze, Toby mumbled something about your note, your mind too dizzy to hear the rest. The last thing you saw was a subtle flash behind your eyelids, sleep overtaking you as Toby held you close.

-

Morning came quickly, your body stirring, reaching for Toby but finding the bed empty. Confused, you sat up, eyes heavy and head still pounding but you pressed off the bed anyway, searching for the boy. Downstairs, on the countertop, laid his hoodie neatly folded, with a small piece of paper resting on top. Sauntering over, you reached for the top, sliding it over your head, it falling before your hips as you gripped the paper, reading its contents.

On a mission. Be back later tonight. Meanwhile, enjoy ;)

Flipping the paper over, you gasped, slapping your hand over your mouth. A small picture was taped to the back, a polaroid-type photo of the two of you cradled together, your bare body pressed against his, bruises and sweat on full display. Smiling, you tucked it into his pocket, breathing the scent of his hoodie deep as Addy circled your ankles, begging for breakfast. 

Staring out your back porch door, you made sure it was unlocked, always open for him. Killer or not, that boy was yours now, accepting his every mishap the same way he did yours. For the first time in a long time, you felt wanted. 

Rest in Hell, Mr. Higgs.

This was an anonymous request!

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We Are Not The Kissing Space Twins

Fic by lunaraindrop

Now with an actual title!

The clock on his dashboard said 7:32 pm.

Steve didn’t know how to feel. He was just...numb. He left his house as if in a daze. The lasagna his mom tried to say was homemade, but he knew was secretly from Enzo's sat funny in his stomach.

His mom.

Legally, she was still his mother. Has been since the day after he was born.

His dad, too.

Legally, Steve was a Harrington.

He drove the Beemer aimlessly, until he came to a familiar trailer.

He knocked on the rickety door, silently kicking himself for not calling ahead to make sure he didn't disturb Wayne's sleep.

It was too late for that, though. Eddie opened the door. "Stevie! I thought you had that thing with your parents! I wasn't expecting..." The exuberant words of his friend trailed off and melted into a concerned silence. The man open the door widely and wedged his way through the doorway to put his arm around Steve's shoulders. He guided him to the couch, and sat both of them down in a clump.

"Steve, what happened?"

And Steve, so unsure how to feel about this situation, burst out an awkward laugh, even as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm apparently adopted? My biological mother is my mom's dead sister."

Eddie's eyes grew nearly to the size of dinner plates. "What?"

Steve turned to him, wild eyes and bitchy. "Yes! See? They acted like it was no big deal! 'Oh, Steven. It's time you knew that your father couldn't have children. We decided to adopt you when my sister died in that car accident. Please pass the peas.' Like, what the fuck do I do with that?!"

Eddie nodded to himself. "She died, and then they adopted you?"

The tears welled in his eyes. "She died while she was still pregnant! I was a premie. Since I was a boy, dad-Richard decided this was a 'prime opportunity' to have the Harrington name live on', or some shit."

Eddie held his friend close, then offered to get him a beer. They silently sipped from the bottles. Eddie could tell something else was weighing on Steve's mind, and knew he needed to give the guy a few moments to find the right words.

He wasn't disappointed.

"You know, Eds. That isn't even the worst of it?"

Not disappointed, but certainly surprised. "It gets worse that your parents never told you that you were adopted, and your birth mother is actually your deceased aunt?"

Steve nodded before taking a large pull. "Uh, yeah. Apparently, I'm also a twin."

Eddie nearly dropped his bottle. "A-a twin? A twin! There's two of you out there?"

That actually earned him a rueful smile. "I have a twin *sister*, dumbass."

Eddie nodded in what he pretended to in a sage way. "Yes, that makes sense. The world could not survive the charm and hair of two Steve's. That's like having two suns. We would not survive!"

Tension lifting for just a second, Steve playfully shoved his secret crush, blushing just a little.

"Ha ha. But speaking of the charm...what if I'm like Luke Skywalker?"

Eddie furrowed his brows. "How'd you mean?"

Steve flexed his hand in his lap, staring at the other boy with fear. "I've dated a lot of girls, Eddie. What if...what if I've kissed my sister?!"

Eddie reared back. "Oh! Eww! Steve, why?!"

Steve flailed. "It's a valid concern!"

Grasping at straws to wipe *that* thought from the boy he love's face, he blurted out, "Maybe your secret twin is a lesbian?"

Part 2

[spoiledcarmen]

Crimson Moon

Pair: Batfamily x neglected!reader

tags: Child n3glect, Angst/No comfort, Hurt/No comfort, teens doing drgs, maladaptive dreaming, dead dove: do not eat, does this count as dddne??, MC is biological daughter of Bruce Wayne, No use of Y/N, Gotham Academy, made up characters, OOC canon characters.

summary: Basically the Wayne/Bat family but reader is Bruce Wayne’s daughter who doesn’t know they’re all vigilantes and they sorta neglect her since she’s not very important in their lives.

chapter: The Beginning Of Our End. (1/?)

authors note: This was my first work, i started uploading fics on Tumblr a few weeks ago, im doing so well!! this is also my most popular fic on ao3, so i hope Tumblr likes it as well!

PT.1 - (you can read the rest of the parts on ao3 while i publish the rest on here.)

14 years ago, Bruce had made a decision he would come to regret. on valentine’s day him and unknown woman appeared to be lingering around each other at a club. he would soon make an irrotational choice. with him chugging one drink after another that she kept bringing over to him and his table, his standards have dropped low enough for him to ask for something else, maybe something to eat. she said “it’ll cost ya.” in a hefty Gotham accent. he laughed and replied drunkenly and sloppy “oh really?”, her sensing she could make bank off of this obviously wasted billionaire, she played sultry. he gave her a stack of hundreds, its only natural that’s all he carries? after that, off to a room they went.

forward to November 14th you were born. 3 days later you were in a basket with a blanket over you with a note that stated your name with his last name, and date of birth. in messy handwriting at the bottom left corner it said, “your daughter.” as Alfred opened the door and saw you, he immediately brought you in inside before he read the note, and once he did he urgently called over Bruce, not wanting to alert the others. Bruce’s immediate reaction to reading the note was “shit… well i don’t doubt she’s mine. i remember that night like he was yesterday.” he rubs his forehead as a sign of stress and in deep thought. however once his gaze dropped down to you, peacefully sleeping in the warm environment of the manor, he knew he couldn’t help but take you in.

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when people thought of “Wayne”, they thought class, elegance, and power. and apparently you were exactly that, Since the moment you were born everyone thought of you as this radiating light of eternal beauty, a symbol of hope. whereas your father thought of it as a fresh start. Bruce has obviously fucked up with all of his other kids, so why not just do the opposite with this one? no becoming robin, no training, not being dragged into the whole vigilante world. just a normal kid. being Bruce’s biological kid had a lot of perks, like his last name and just a lot of money in general. the last name ‘Wayne’ itself, brought you a lot of social power. you liked it, it gave you what you didn’t have at home. Attention. something you severely lacked. the fact that nobody noticed with you being in front of a camera all the time is crazy, from the difficulty of staying on a simple task to unintentionally interrupting conversations to being easily distracted.

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which now brings you to the present. always wondering where everyone went at night, always wondering why nobody wanted to sit around by you, always wondering why everyone was careful around you, always wondering why.. not even your father gives you attention, why would your family? you’re not special. you’ve never been special. other than being somewhat pretty enough to put you on the cover of a beauty magazine and not a news paper,smart enough to get above passing, but you’re not very special. in your room in bed, late at night, you always hear chatter. you seem to think there’s a party you haven’t been invited to which is nearly impossible, who wouldn’t want you around? but every time you go downstairs, no one is there, was it your imagination?

no it can’t be.. you can still clearly hear them. you can hear Damian making another snarky comment, Richard laughing with Babs, you can almost hear Jason shuffling around the room with Alfred asking if anyone needed anything. so where could they be? hiding? from you? not impossible. but how could they be hiding but their voices being this clear? after a while of looking you decide to just go back to bed, maybe you’re just tired from today, even if you didn’t really do much.. you get back into bed, yet you can’t shake off this feeling, it feels like a hole in your stomach, feeling like you’re missing out on something. nevertheless you decide to just swallow the feeling and push it down to try and sleep for school tomorrow.

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you wake up but your vision is very blurry, hazy, weak. you try to rub it out of your eyesight but it doesn’t work, the harder you rub the darker your vision becomes, soon enough it’s pitch black. you open your eyes to see a large moon, with crimson red around the edges, ‘crimson… moon?..’ you think, your eyes are fixated on it. you can’t seem to move. you look down and see a hand reaching out to you, it’s luring you to grab it, to reach back to it, to hold it. you want to but you simply cannot move. you look back up at the moon, it’s craters seem to be eyes staring back at you, yet they don’t blink, they cannot blink, you cannot blink, however you still try, you know you can’t do it regardless you still try. and you succeed, you blink.

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you truly awaken from your nightmare and wake up out of breath. like you just ran a marathon, you rush to the bathroom and go and wash your face, you watch yourself in the mirror, making sure that you are still you. everything checks out and you continue with your morning routine, shower, brush your teeth, skincare, makeup. by the time you’ve finished your routine you’re already late to breakfast, you rush to get your uniform on, you take one last look in the mirror at yourself and see your uniform that says “Gotham Academy” on its stupid logo. you sigh, having to dread putting it on everyday.

you rush downstairs to see only Alfred, “Where’s Damian? doesn’t he have school too?” you say sarcastically, Damian gets to skip if he’s feeling tired or just bored of school, but apparently you can’t. Alfred replies “Master Damian is a bit under the weather, excuse him from breakfast this morning.” you’ll excuse him, you always will. you ask your final question of the day, “And where’s father? and the others?”, Alfred sighs and replies “Master Bruce has already left for work, as for the others, i’m pretty sure a few of them are sleeping in. ‘Checks out.’ you think, you nod and take your sandwich to go, rather to eat it on the car ride there. the car ride to school was awfully quiet, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your sandwich wrapper, not even the radio was turned on, you’ve forgotten your headphones so what a joy this car ride has been. shortly after, Alfred announces you’ve arrived, you get out of the car and throw the sandwich wrapper in a nearby bin as you wave him goodbye, you watch him drive off and heavily sigh.

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your entire demeanor changes as soon as Alfred drives off, after all you’ve got an image to maintain. you’re all sunshine and rainbows as you walk up to your group of friends, all of them as happy as you are, they greet you one by one. after a while of chitchatting about nothing really important, the bell rings, everyone whines about having to go to class, “Well, we do still have lunch and that party after school?” you reassure them. “are you sure you’re coming? last time you cancelled last minute.” one says and another nods. you furrow your eyebrows and try not to roll your eyes, “i’m sure. i won’t cancel this time.” you say, none of them know you had to leave because you were just overwhelmed by the peer pressure of vaping or whatever is cool now.

you and another one of your friends, Heather, decide to stop wasting time and go to class, Heather asks “Where’s your brother?” you take a deep breath, not even wanting to utter his name, “Damian’s sick.”, She replies “Oh really? i was hoping i’d see him today.” she seems rather bummed out hes not here. You raise an eyebrow and decide to press for more, “huh.. why’s that?”, you’re pretty sure she likes him, but you don’t wanna get the wrong impression. “i wanted to talk to him about something..” she says with a slight smile on your face, you swear you could see her blush. “about what? i’ll tell him when i get home.” you smirk at her as you both walk into class, “oh nothing! i’ll just tell him tomorrow.” she rushes to her seat, you try to keep up with her.

you take off your backpack and get out your pencil case and notebooks as you remind her, “you know tomorrow is Saturday? right?”, she laughs it off nervously and spits out “yeah totally! just slipped my mind!”, you side eye her and think ‘who does she think she’s fooling?’ however you brush it off and go on with your day. the rest of this class was pretty tame, you muted out whatever the teacher was saying and just thought about your dream, you were debating on telling Heather but she was one of those freaks who thought every dream had a meaning, and if you did ask her she could just make you more nervous about it. you awaken from your trance and see the board covered in writing from top to bottom, you stare at Heather wondering why she didn’t tell you. you immediately pick up a pencil and start writing.

as soon as you finish writing the bell rings once more, you instantly pack up your things and rush out of there, a few people try to talk to you however you were too fast. you go to the locker you didn’t have a chance to go to in the morning and take put some books in and take some out, you check what class you have next and it’s biology. You and Heather basically have the same schedule so you tap her on the shoulder, “Wanna skip the rest of the day?” you ask nonchalantly, “Sure, but how’ll we get out of here?” she replies as she closes her locker door, “don’t worry, i’ve got an idea.” you smile as you grab her hand and run out to the courtyard, “and what now? we’re surrounded by concrete.” she says snarkily. “just wait! we have to go to the classroom that’s on the left and just sneak out the window. it’s empty, nobody has computer until forth period.” you hold her hand tighter as you run to the classroom together. “we have to be fast before someone sees us!” you say, she replies as she scoffs “no shit Sherlock..”

you enter the classroom and make her hold your bookbag as you struggle to get out through the window, nevertheless you do it. “see! come on!” you take your bag and her bag as you encourage her to come towards you. “you Wayne’s are amazing. it almost makes up for the fact you don’t give anyone attention.” she says with a laugh as she goes through the window. you scoff when you get referred to as a Wayne, you are one but.. you don’t like to get mixed up with them, you’re a different category of Wayne, you enjoy the spotlight, much more forced into it.. yet you brush it off and say, “well.. i certainly give people attention. i don’t know about the others.”

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you both walk the streets of Gotham with your backpacks on your back and strange looks on you, Heather says “why is everyone looking at us weird..”, “because we’re supposed to be in school, genius.” you snap back. “Oh! Oh! we should go explore!” she says enthusiastically as she points to Arkham Asylum. you stare at it as you wonder how it’s a miracle no kids have been snatched from the school and taken there yet, or maybe they have and you just don’t know about it. nevertheless you reply to her and scold her, “No! what the actual fuck are you thinking! no way in hell im going in there or letting you go in there!”, “you’re so lame..” she says as she walks past the asylum with pouted lips, you roll your eyes and say “i’d rather be lame and alive than cool and dead.”

you see she’s pretty upset about being scolded so you suggest you both go get some food and ice cream to pass the time. her mood instantly gets better as she grabs your hand and rushes to the nearest fast food place, “okay okay!” you say as you try to keep up with her running. once you get there she says “you’ll pay obviously.” you roll your eyes playfully and agree. the place is pretty empty since everyone is either at school or work, you both get to the cashier and the cashier says, “aren’t you girls supposed to be in school?”, Heather stares at you and raises her eyebrow at you, which basically means ‘say something!’ you look back at the cashier and say “do you want or business or not. if so we’ll both have a small chicken sandwich with fries and diet coke.”, the cashier nods reasonably and takes your order and hands you the card reader, you pay and Heather hugs you by your shoulder. “alright get off now.”, you tell her off as you aren’t a very affectionate person.

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she sits down at a table while you wait to get your food, the place is empty, why on earth are they taking so long?… after a while of waiting you finally get your food and go to your table. Heather immediately takes her food before you even set the tray down, you just roll your eyes and sit down to enjoy your food. “are you seriously going to the party later?” she says with her mouth full of food, you raise an eyebrow and say hesitantly, “of course i am, why are you asking?”, she shrugs and replies “ehhh.. i haven’t seen you go to a party in a while”, you laugh and reassure her once again “dont worry. i’m going and i’m going to be one hell of a party animal.”

[corpscs]

you wanna be mad ⧗ yelena x new avenger f!reader

‎♡ ‎ masterlist‎ ♡ ‎ one ‎ ♡ ‎ two ‎ ♡ ‎ three ‎ ♡ ‎ four

♡ minors and men dni , no use of y/n , wlw , enemies to lovers , amnesia trope , injury , angst , reader was an original avenger , yelena doesn’t understand how she feels , this was edited by my cat so ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later , divider , images are from pinterest

♡ word count: 1.6k

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the next day the team was back out in the field trying to chase the leads you lost.

you and bob were in the living room resuming your marathon of lost. he was kindly filling you in on everything you had a question about. he had become your chaperone since he apparently is benched until they figure out how to deal with the void.

that was very confusing explanation. overall you found the cliff notes version of interconnected nightmare backrooms bucky gave you not very helpful. the void and the sentry seemed to be a horrifying and commanding presences but bob looked like he might apologize to a houseplant if he bumped it.

when bob met you post-amnesia he felt incredibly nervous to be around you. he wasn’t sure if you would be afraid of him or hate him. his fears were heightened when bucky had instructed him to keep an eye on you. but when you sensed his anxiety you made a poor joke about not being able to remember the shame room and laughed when nobody else in the room felt like they should. he was less nervous after that.

“hey bob?” you asked. he hummed from the opposite couch. you toyed with the brace on your leg. “do you know why yelena seems… weird around me?”

he was quiet. “you should really be asking her.”

you made a defeated noise in the back of your throat. “it’s between you two.” he said with a small smile. “but i think she’s just trying to avoid talking of about it.”

you stared down at your hands, observing the unfamiliar scars and lines. “well she should just go ahead and do it.” you shrugged. “according to everyone i’m the most pleasant i’ve been in a while.” your voice cracked as you tried to hold your tears back. ironic to be the most pleasant when you feel the most upset. everyone dead or in the wind. or in space.

but you couldn’t be honest with bob without possibly hurting his feelings.

“it’s okay to be upset.”

“no i can’t be upset.” you told him shaking your head. “crying over it won’t fix anything.” the words you spoke rattled around in your thoughts. your brain pieced them together naturally, like you’d heard them before somewhere and held on.

looking to your left suddenly the colors of the curtains were warping into a bright window. almost aggressive florescent lights now lined the ceiling.

muffled bickering filled the room. you didn’t know what was being said. you could suddenly feel a presence behind you with their comforting hand on your shoulder. you blinked. steve stood across the room wearing a steely expression as he glared at tony. your vision was blurring. you blinked again.

“now look what you all did. bambi’s gonna cry.” tony mocked the group as you felt a tear escape your waterline.

“crying over it won’t fix anything.” steve said carefully. “but action will.” you opened your mouth to say something, but tony cut you off with some quip remark. the hand on your shoulder traveled down your back and up in a slow pattern that reminded you of your own parents.

“it’s alright.” natasha’s voice spoke softly. “let’s let the neanderthals grunt it out.” she joked lightly turning you by your shoulders to face her. “are you okay?” you blinked again trying to open your mouth to answer. but your tongue felt like lead, and your eye sockets felt sore like they had been stuffed with cotton. you squeezed your eyes shut.

“are you okay?”her lips moved but her had voice changed. her the voice called out your name before repeating, “are you okay?”

with a final blink, the room was back to it’s current decor. your eyes focused on the concerned face in front of of you. not natasha, but yelena.

“hey, are you alright?” she was inches from your face, dirt or soot smudged across the underside of her jaw and her forehead. there was a small orange leaf stuck in the more damaged blonde of her hair. her eyes scanning you in worry. bob was on your other side, standing to give you space.

“yeah.” you breathed. “sorry, i was just.” you continued to stare at her.

“bob, she did not fall?”

he shook his head. “no, just spaced out.”

“what’s going on?” you heard bucky’s voice call from somewhere.

“everyone is fine,” yelena brought her hand to wipe the tear off your left cheek before leaning backwards off her knees and into a crouch. you missed the comfort the closeness brought. almost the same you had felt in the memory. “just dissociating.”

“remembering anything?” bucky asked stepping into the room.

you shrugged. “just some random argument from years ago.”

“yeah this place must be cursed.” john said walking back out to the hall. ava stayed lingered offto the side. you looked back up at yelena, she was still in arms reach. she watched you carefully as you raised your dominant hand to pluck the small leaf from her hair.

“just some random argument?” bucky echoed.

you placed the leaf on the table. you shrugged.

“i was upset about something. the team was arguing.” the more you thought on it the more of the day you could recall.

you had slipped up during a mission. let an operative get the better of you for a moment too long. nat ended up having to come in and help fix your mess, but still some of the buyers got away with some of their merchandise. but she didn’t make you feel bad about it like tony had. natasha had helped you fix the parts of you hear that were damaged in the ambush. she knew she didn’t need to but she wanted to be sure that tony’s words didn’t upset you more than you let on.

the unfamiliar AI voice chimed over the intercom that medical wanted to see you. bob stood quickly, “i can help.” he offered standing up moving to grab your crutches. those who remained in the kitchen started to make lunch.

“that was cute.” ava sipped on her straw with a knowing smirk.

“i don’t know what you are talking about?” yelena aggressively stabbed a piece of chicken on her plate.

“you know what i mean,” ava put down her drink. “the face thing, then the hair thing.”

“she was crying, i had a leaf in my hair.” yelena said. “that is that.”

“that is not just that.” ava pushed back. “i knew you’re whole feud was just romantic tension. and now her not remembering the tension is proof enough.” yelena groaned while ava laughed at her blushing face. “just like in primary school, picking fights with your crush.” the giggle continued.

“i am not a child.”

“astute observation.”

yelena continued to eat.

ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ

the next morning bucky knocked on your door. when you called out that it’s unlocked, he stepped through. “just in case you want to resume your mystery. you usually keep it locked.”

“i really am the grim reaper.” you laughed, “wanda used to just walk inside. just whoosh, wouldn’t even touch the doorhandles.” you made gestures with you hands as you looked at the closed door. “i’m just gonna keep it unlocked.” you decided.

“i brought you this.” bucky plopped a composition notebook in front of you on the bed. “anything you remember. write it down.” he sat next to you. it was simple, and in your favorite color. it probably only costed him only a couple dollars, but it made you smile.

“you had some in your backpack.” you recalled randomly.

“i’ve got a lot more now.” he laughed. “also we need to see about getting you back into therapy, especially now.”

“back?” you blinked at him. “isn’t the physio enough?” you groaned.

“actually i have the entire team going.” you blinked again. “ready for breakfast?” you nodded. he moved to hand you your crutches, “bucky if i ask you something,” you took them from him. “can you promise to give me a straightforward answer.”

“sure thing,” he hauled you unceremoniously up off the mattress by your forearm. “if it’s a straightforward question.”

“did i do something to yelena that i can’t remember?” you asked, “it’s like she walks on broken glass around me.” bucky’s face remained neutral. this was something you didn’t like about new bucky. he was more outwardly put together and had a poker face that was now very hard to read.

“and don’t you even think about giving me that whole you should ask her yourself bullshit that bob already pulled.” he let out something between a laugh and a sigh rubbing at the stubble on his chin.

and after half a minute of silence, “well, you could ask go and ask her yourself.” the smooth sarcasm in his voice almost made your good eye start to twitch.

you let out a frustrated yell. “you-“ you words died on your tongue as his eyebrow shot up. your mouth opened back up but a jumbled mix of word like sounds escaped. your lip wobbled as you swallowed a frustrated sob.

“you hit your head pretty hard, you need to stop stressing yourself out.” your stance faltered slightly, but you shuffled your feet to stay standing. “stop thinking about it.”

i was busy all weekend and couldn’t really spend any time online ,, i did get to see jurassic world rebirth so two zora fics are cooking. i have no idea how many parts this is gonna end up being but we move forward.

masterlist ♡, bones

𓉸 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 - 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𓉸

tag list: @s0urw00lf

[i2rizz]

Maybee a "no way he pulled that" with yukimiya? Like obv hes gorgeous but shes so pretty in like a dark femme fatale way and hes light and stuff

Hopefully that makes sense

I have over 20 requests rn and they are ALL about this "no way he pulled that" scenario, like give it a rest pretty please🙏🙏

Also i have NO idea what to write for this concept anymore, send help🙏

No Way He Pulled That Pt.10

It all started with a rumor. And like all good rumors, it was ridiculous.

Apparently, Yukimiya—the walking glowstick, the man whose skincare routine is the eighth wonder of the world, whose eyelashes defy gravity—had a girlfriend.

At first, no one believed it. Like, no one.

"He doesn’t even look at women," Rin had muttered once. “"He looks at mirrors"

But then Ego, the evil lil hoe, casually said at the end of a meeting, "Your partners are invited to the beach thing next week, and that only includes Yukimiya since yall are bitchless"

Dead silence. Someone dropped their protein shake.

"Partner?" Isagi blinked.

"Like… like a business partner?" Karasu offered.

"He’s dating a spreadsheet" Otoya whispered solemnly.

But then came the day.

The beach was buzzing with teammates, towels, screaming, and sand flying into places it shouldn’t. Someone was setting up a volleyball net. Someone else was getting dunked in the ocean. And then—

She arrived.

No music, no slo-mo wind machine.

Black sunglasses. Glossy lips. Long/short hair with a dangerous sway. The kind of walk that said she didn’t rush for anyone. She wore a cover-up so sheer you wondered if the sun was scared to touch her. Her nails were blood red. Her stare-absolutely lethal. She looked like she broke hearts and smoked cigars with a glass of wine in hand just to feel something.

And right behind her?

Yukimiya.

Smiling like he just stepped off a magazine shoot. Holding her beach bag. Laughing at something she whispered. He looked soft next to her. All sunshine and dimples while she looked like she would skin a man alive or sum.

People stared.

The team was silent. You could hear Barou's jaw clench.

"She looks like she runs a cult," Reo whispered.

"Or the Yakuza," Rin muttered.

"Or both," Isagi added.

Kaiser’s sunglasses slipped off his face.

Rin turned away and turned back again like he was buffering.

Bachira had to physically be held back from running over and asking questions.

And they just… walked up like it was normal.

Yukimiya kissed her hand. Sat her under the umbrella. Applied her sunscreen for her while she scrolled her phone, entirely unbothered by the planetary meltdown she caused.

"The hell did he say in his prayers to get with THAT??" Aiku hissed.

Eventually, someone had to ask. (And apparently its always Reo)

"Be so real right now," Reo said, squatting next to their chairs like a goblin. "How?!"

Yukimiya blinked. "How what?"

"You," Rin snapped, "and her"

"Oh," Yukimiya shrugged. "She liked my cologne"

"It smelled like I’d live peacefully with a man who waters my plants and makes me breakfast" she smirked.

Everyone stared.

"And he’s pretty," she added, adjusting her sunglasses. "Like. Really pretty. I’m not blind"

Yukimiya blushed. Actually blushed.

And that’s when everyone broke.

There was actual arguing. Kaiser demanded a retelling. Isagi looked personally offended. Barou walked into the ocean. Nagi? He just laid down and mumbled, "This is the matrix"

Because no way he pulled that.

[revelboo]

Will there be an update to Smokescreen's story? He's so good ♡♡

Sure!

Resolution pt 3

TFP Smokescreen x Reader

• Optics narrowing warily, he turns away to borrow the blanket draped on the little couch on the Medbay counter, listening for the sound of you bolting and he’s relieved when you stay put. Venting softly, he sets the blanket down and slides it your way with a servo. And you just stare at it before slowly reaching to take it like you think he might try to snatch it away. Watching you drape it around yourself, he has no idea what to do with you now. Reaching out his cupped hands like he’s seen the others do to let their humans climb up and be carried, you scoot away from him in answer, still sniffling and silently leaking. Not trusting him with yourself and he gets it. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says. “But we’re in hiding here, from your people and our enemies.”

• Huddling deeper into the blanket, you know he hadn’t actually hurt you and he could have easily. All he’d done was nearly give you a heart attack. And from nowhere you think of the time a mouse had gotten into your kitchen and your terrified attempts to pin it with a broom with no real plan beyond that, except that you hadn’t wanted to hurt it. Except to him, you’re the mouse. And at least he hadn’t smacked you repeatedly with a giant broom to get you to quit running. “What’s your name?”

• “Smokescreen. Yours?” Smiling as you answer, tiny fingers sticking out of the blanket where you’re clutching it to you. “Sorry about chasing you.” Embarrassed he rubs a palm against the back of his helm, door wings fidgeting. “I kind of panicked a bit.” Mostly because Arcee had just lectured him about not being seen or attracting attention. And she’s never going to let him live this down. Worse? Optimus is going to be disappointed with him and his door wings droop.

• That sense that he’s younger than the red and white one strengthens as you watch his body language. He’s alien, but his gestures, his expressions are shockingly human. It’s almost a little too uncanny. “I thought you were going to pull a Terminator on me, to be honest,” you mutter, relaxing some. “I mean this huge monster comes out of nowhere and charges right at me-” Trailing off when he grimaces, you wait and he rolls his hand.

• “Cybertronian. I’m not a sparkless thing,” he murmurs, smiling weakly to lessen the edge in his voice. Because you don’t know, how could you? “I’m a mech, a bot,” he adds, slightly embarrassed and you apologize, voice soft to make him feel even more awkward because you just look confused. Realizing how bad he is at explaining, he fidgets and again offers his hands. Optimus is better at this sort of thing and sooner or later he’s going to have to deal with that disappointed frown even if his spark constricts just thinking about it. Wants so bad to prove he’s not a fumbling youngling, that he belongs here. Might as well get it over with. Staring at his hands, his door wings droop slightly, but then you slowly stand trailing your blanket and climb into his hands. And you’re so small and warm as you settle in his palms, looking up at him. Trusting him not to drop you or hurt you and for a moment he can’t move. Isn’t sure he deserves to be entrusted with you or your trust as you lay a little hand on his servo to steady yourself.

Previous

Was talking with one of my coworkers about minis and blind boxes earlier this- and after work yesterday, she gifted me some of her kid’s Sylvanian Families kitchen stuff and said she’d look to see if there was more. Apparently her daughter has decided the little animal dolls have ‘freaky dead stares.’ Best guess is it’s 1/18 scale? Smaller than 1/12, but it’s slightly bigger than 1/24, but it’s super cute and detailed, and I can see it being about right for a mass displaced mech in a human space- still slightly too big for the space, everything including their human being small to them, so I’m happy. The chairs that came with the table have teeny, short legs that make them useless for Blokees so I raided my Rolife stuff

[starsfic]

Friendship Bracelets

This is based off a fun idea by @ldhedgehog, where Sonic and Shadow end up with a quill from each other and can use that to sense each other's emotions.

Fine. He was hedgehog to admit it.

Sonic had a bit of separation anxiety.

He and his parents chalked it up to the sudden loss of Longclaw and the ten years spent alone. Sonic had been so excited for his first day of school, with actual kids his age, but had spent most of the day deep in anxiety. What if being away from him was enough to convince Tom and Maddie that he didn't deserve to live with them? What if something happened to them? What if something happened to them and Sonic was all by himself again-

Sonic spent most of the day clinging to Tom when he got home.

It had gotten better. He had learned that Tom and Maddie were solid in their love for him. They texted each other during points in the day. Tails and Knuckles, once they were enveloped into the Wachowski fold, were also there, steadying him.

And then Shadow had come along and then was suddenly gone. There was still anger at him for hurting Tom, an anger that was only mollified by a bit when Tom admitted that he had spooked Shadow, but there was also grief.

Shadow had complemented him. It was like there was a piece of him missing that Sonic had never realized until he and Shadow were dancing in the stars, miniature shooting stars, and whispering of grief and loss on the moon. He loved Knuckles and Tails, of course, but neither could truly challenge him in speed, not until he met furious red eyes.

He had spent months convinced Shadow was dead.

And then Shadow was back, dragging Rouge the Bat with him and bursting into the scene like something out of an action movie, kicking a Metal Sonic away from Amy.

They hadn't had much time to talk, but Shadow's eyes lit up when they met, and he admitted that he had been grieving Sonic too, his hand tight around his. They weren't miniature shooting stars at the end, but they still could give one hell of an encore to their dance.

Then they had to separate again.

Shadow wasn't safe on Earth, not when GUN was around. Sonic understood, especially when Director Rockwell marched in and started screaming questions a few seconds after they shoved Shadow, Rouge, Amy, and that one robot they apparently stole from GUN through the ring portal. However, the minute they sat down in the truck, ready to head back to Green Hills where Shadow and the others would meet them, Sonic felt tears pricking at his eyes- not the normal tears he usually shed after a battle, but real, frantic tears.

What if he had just been a hallucination? What if something happened to him in the five minutes it took to set up a ring portal? What if something happened to him and Sonic was by himself again-

Panic attacks sucked. That was a fun fact that he learned. Maddie had decided, once he was back to himself, that they were all getting therapy. Nobody protested this.

Especially not Shadow, who spent the rest of the night- because his parents refused to let anyone go hungry, especially after a battle like that- hovering by his side. It took a lot of effort to convince him to let go of Sonic's hand at the end of dinner. Then Sonic had a nightmare in the middle of the night and had summoned a ring portal to Rouge's house, right as Shadow was crawling through his window to apparently check if Sonic was still breathing.

This started a pattern that was rapidly becoming an issue.

So when Maddie said she had a way to possibly help with their separation anxiety, Sonic honestly doubted her.

"It's a thing I noticed," she explained as she worked at the table, the two of them sitting across from her. "Shadow, you had one of Sonic's quills at one point, and you could tell Sonic was alive."

"Yes," Shadow said with a nod. "I think our mutual bond with the Chaos Emeralds may have infused our quills." Nobody mentioned that chaos energy was how Gerald Robotnik had lived way past his prime. The thought of Eggman possibly licking his quill made Sonic want to shiver out of his skin, he did not want to imagine what Shadow thought of his sort-of father figure licking his quill.

"Yeah!" his mom said brightly. "So, I did some research and poked at some of your quills, Sonic." She finished whatever she was doing, revealing two bracelets.

They looked like friendship bracelets, done with red and blue strings. However, when Sonic squinted, he realized that one had a lot more blue. The other had a familiar red tint to it.

"Hedgehog quills are actually hollow, making them flexible," Maddie explained as she held them out to them. "But your two's quills are way more flexible than I expected, more like human hair. I'm guessing that's because you guys aren't actually hedgehogs, but something resembling hedgehogs..." Sonic took the bracelet with more red and slid it on as Shadow slid the blue one on.

He twisted his wrist back and forth, studying the bracelet. It was close-fitting, meaning it wouldn't snag on anything, which was good. Sonic felt a burst of interest in his chest as Shadow's quills caught the light, turning a lighter shade of red.

Then he looked at Shadow, who was studying his own bracelet. The blue looked good on him. He looked nice with blue. He looked nice in general, but right now he looked cutely nice, kinda like a cat with how his ears flicked-

Shadow's ears flicked and Sonic had to resist the urge to squeal.

Shadow's head turned then.

"Did...did you just squeal in your head?" he said, sounding baffled. "I could feel that enough that I could hear it."

...oh. Maybe separation anxiety was better.

[insomniac4000]

George Clarke- Gretna Green

Y/N had always imagined her wedding day as something small, intimate, and filled with love. She and George had agreed on that from the start—just a handful of close friends, a simple ceremony, and a party that didn’t break the bank. But somewhere along the way, her family had taken over.

Her mother had started by insisting they invite "just a few" more relatives

"Oh darling, you should invite your cousins, it would be rude not to!" Suddenly the guest list had doubled.

Then came You can’t just do a basic ceremony—what about a venue? A full reception? A PROPER wedding?

Her sister, who lived in Spain, was now adamant that the wedding be held there, despite neither Y/N nor George wanting a destination wedding.

“I live in Spain, Y/N,” she’d scoffed on FaceTime. “It makes so much sense to do it here! And it’s way more picturesque than— I don’t know—some dingy little registry office.”

“It’s not dingy,” Y/N had argued. “And George and I just want something small.”

Her mother had sighed dramatically. “You’ll regret not doing it properly. Think of how wonderful the pictures would be! What about your guests?”

Every conversation seemed to turn into another argument, another compromise that wasn’t really a compromise at all.

George watched as Y/N became more and more drained. She wasn’t eating properly, she barely smiled when they talked about the wedding anymore, and worst of all, she was constantly on the verge of tears.

And George couldn’t bear it any longer.

Y/N sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the guest list her mum had sent.

George walked in, fresh from filming with Max and Chris, and immediately clocked her exhausted expression. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

She exhaled, pushing her phone towards him.

George skimmed the messages, his jaw tightening. “Why are we inviting Siobhan from Pilates?”

“She’s my mum’s friend. Apparently, she’d be heartbroken not to come.”

George scoffed. “Have you ever spoken to this woman?”

“Nope.”

He set the phone down. “Babe, I cannot let you do this to yourself.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I just wanted something simple.”

“Then let’s have something simple,” he said firmly.

She sighed. “How? My mum won’t—”

“Then let’s elope.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

George grinned. “Elope. Run away. Scotland. Just us and the people we actually want there.”

She hesitated. “My mum will kill me.”

“I’ll take the hit,” George promised. “But you should be happy about getting married, not drowning in stress. Think about it. No stress, no guest lists, no family politics. Just us and the people who actually support us.”

Her lips parted in surprise. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious,” he said. “I can’t stand watching you feel like this, and I don’t want to spend the next six months arguing with your mum about chair covers or dealing with your sister throwing a fit because it’s not in Spain. Let’s just go. Scotland, maybe? Get a little cottage, grab the lads, and do it our way.”

For the first time in weeks, Y/N felt relief.

“Let’s do it."

“Yeah.” George’s face lit up with excitement. “

A smile crept onto her lips. “Scotland?”

“Yeah, proper romantic. Lochs, mountains, a little pub to celebrate afterward.” He kissed her knuckles. “Just us, babe.”

For the first time in weeks, Y/N felt a weight lift from her shoulders. “Let’s do it.”

Y/N paced the flat, phone in hand. Chris, Max, and Harry sat on the sofa, watching with interest.

Chris leaned in. “Want me on speaker for moral support?”

“I can yell shame! if necessary,” Max offered.

Harry smirked. “I say we let her cook.”

Y/N took a deep breath and called.

“Y/N, darling!” Her mother answered. “I was just about to call! I spoke to a caterer who does the most exquisite—”

“Mum.” Y/N cut her off. “George and I have decided to have a private wedding. We’re going to Scotland next week and getting married there, just us and a few close friends.”

Silence.

Then—

“… You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” Y/N said firmly.

Her mother’s voice sharpened. “You’re being selfish.”

Y/N flinched. George sat up straighter.

“It’s my wedding, Mum.”

“It’s supposed to be a family celebration,” her mother snapped. “What about your sister? What about me?”

Y/N’s chest tightened. “You should be happy for me.”

Her mother huffed. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

Y/N exhaled. “I love you. But this is our choice.”

The call ended in icy silence.

Y/N turned to George. “Well… that went well.”

Chris raised his beer. “To Scotland, then."

"To Scotland," she grinned for the first time in weeks, she had chosen her happiness.

And that happiness came in the form of George, a train ride to Scotland, and a suitcase filled with nothing but a simple white dress and a bottle of champagne.

Scotland: The Wedding They Wanted

They rented a beautiful lodge overlooking a loch. Their guest list? Their actual friends.

Chris, Max, Harry, Ethan, Simon, Talia, Faith, and both the Arthur's all came, thrilled to be part of something special.

The night before, Y/N sat outside, staring at the misty hills.

Chris walked up with two beers, handing her one. “You alright?”

She smiled. “Yeah. I just… I can’t believe we actually did it.”

Chris grinned. “No offence, but I can. George is an absolute menace when he puts his mind to something.”

She laughed. “True.”

He nudged her. “But also, this? This is you. Not a giant wedding with a guest list full of Pilates instructors.”

Y/N exhaled. “You’re right.”

Chris bumped his bottle against hers. “I usually am.”

She rolled her eyes. “Now you sound like George.”

Chris smirked. “Maybe I lived with him for too long. But from tomorrow he's your responsibility.”

The next afternoon, the sun peeked through the clouds as Y/N stood in a simple, flowing white dress, wildflowers in her hands, Chris had given her away just as she asked.

A local officiant stood before them, smiling warmly.

Max, standing beside George, gave him a cheeky nudge.

“Alright, listen up,” the officiant began. “This is a celebration of love, in the way that you two chose. No expectations, no obligations—just two people committing to each other.”

Y/N squeezed George’s hands.

“George,” the officiant said, “do you promise to love and cherish Y/N, even when she steals the duvet, forces you to take Instagram photos, and insists on watching terrible reality TV?”

George grinned. “I do.”

The officiant turned to Y/N. “Do you promise to love and cherish George, even when he’s annoying as hell, makes stupid jokes, and refuses to let you have a normal wedding?”

Y/N giggled. “I do.”

The officiant smiled. “Then, with the blessing of those present, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss.”

George wasted no time, cupping Y/N’s face and kissing her as cheers erupted around them.

Chris yelled, “ABOUT TIME!”

Ethan clapped loudly. “Look at my guy!”

Talia sniffled dramatically, making Simon laugh. “You alright, babe?”

Faith beamed. “That was perfect.”

And just like that, they had the wedding they wanted.

That night, they sat in a cosy pub by the fire, laughing over pints and whiskey. George held Y/N’s hand, thumb brushing over her wedding ring.

“See?” he murmured. “We did it our way.”

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “Best decision we ever made.”

Chris raised his glass. “To George and Y/N—who escaped the madness.”

Max smirked. “To be fair, I kinda wish her mum had shown up mid-ceremony. That would’ve been drama.”

Everyone laughed.

And in the warmth of that little Scottish pub, surrounded by real friends, George and Y/N knew—

They wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[pluvioloulou]

I Still Worship The Flame

Summery: After Eddie moves back to LA, Buck moves in with Athena. Still dealing with grief, the world starts to lighten up a bit more when she realises Buck is trying and failing to hide his boyfriend like a secretive teenager, sneaking through the house at night. (Inspired by this post from @tevanbuckley )

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,3k

Tags: Roommates, Buck and Athena are roommates, Implied Sexual Content, getting caught, Sneaking Around, Failing at sneaking around, Fluff and Humour, Loss, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Cooking, Slow Dancing, Mentioned Bobby Nash, Tommy Kinard Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, No Beta

( Ao3 Link )

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Locking her car, Athena walked up to the front door and slotted her key in. She felt dead on her feet, having just endured a shift from hell, her superiors feeling bad for her let her go early and she couldn’t be happier. All she wanted to do was get a glass of water and head to bed.

As she made her way to the kitchen, she heard rummaging around and a door closing upstairs, but it didn't make her reach for her gun anymore because she knows it’s just Buck.

After Eddie moving back to LA meant Buck had to find a new place to live, Athena offered him her guest room until he could find a place of his own, and admittedly, it was nice. She liked having Buck around, just having someone who reminded her so much of Bobby was something she didn’t know she needed, plus Bobby did a great job at passing his cooking skills onto the kid.

His presence put her at ease when she was having a bad night, even if his info dumping could get a little annoying, she was happy for the distraction when she was missing her husband.

Getting a glass out and filling it with water, she could now hear careful footsteps descending the stairs, not thinking anything of it, she pulled out her phone to read her messages.

A figure stopped right behind her, she could sense them and she knew it wasn’t Buck or an intruder, the security system would have picked up a problem if so. It sounded like said figure was slowly backing away, so she put her glass and phone on the counter and stood up straight.

“You think you could sneak past me and I wouldn’t notice?” And as she turned around, she was met with a wide eyed Tommy in nothing but his boxers.

“Tommy?!” She squawks, not expecting to be faced with Buck’s apparent ex-boyfriend.

“Uh, um, nice to see you again, Sergeant.” He slowly starts to back away again, like he wasn’t just caught in a police sergeant’s how half naked.

“Considering how much I see of you, I think ‘Athena’ will work just fine.” She teased, a hint of amusement in her tone having gotten over her initial shock.

Tommy coughed out an awkward laugh and moved his hands to cover his lower half, out of decency if anything, “I was just getting Evan a glass of water,” he smiled, but as soon as it appeared it was gone in realisation, “if that’s okay with you?”

Athena laughed, “Yes, of course,” she waved to the cupboard, “glasses are in there, help yourself, I’m going to bed.”

Tommy moved quickly, nodding, “Thank you.”

Athena continued laughing to herself as she walked off to her bedroom, and god knows she needed that laugh.

When Tommy made it back to Buck’s room in one piece, he gave Buck a serious look as he passed over his glass of water.

“What’s that face for?” Buck cocked his head, looking confused.

“When you said you had a roommate, you didn’t mention it was Athena!” Tommy did his best to shout in a whisper, not wanting to make a single noise now that he knows Athena is here.

“Well, yeah, this is her house.” Buck said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, causing Tommy to collapse on the bed with his head in his hands.

The next day, when it was just Buck and Athena, she didn’t even mention it.

But that was just the first time it happened.

The second time, she watched as Buck tried to quietly sneak Tommy out the morning after he had spent the night, not that she didn’t know he spent the night, they’re not as quiet as they think.

As they walked past the doorway to the kitchen-living area, whispering to one another, she cleared her throat. They stopped, frozen in place.

“Would you two like to join me for breakfast?” She asks them, she doesn’t want to make them think they have to sneak around when she’s home.

At her request, they shuffle wordlessly into the room and sit down where all the food is laid out ready. Eggs, fruit, toast, amongst some other things sat there waiting to be eaten.

“Well, help yourselves.” She smiles and hands them a coffee each.

They both mumble a thank you and dig in, but the silence and occasional clink of cutlery was slowly killing Athena.

“So,” she began, both of the men whipped their heads up at her assertive voice, “is there a reason you two are at my house and not Tommy’s?”

“It… Well, um, it was closer?” Buck gave her a sheepish smile, cheeks growing rosy.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” She smirked into her coffee mug.

Tommy choked on a bit of food, he brought his fist to cover his mouth as Buck was quick to pat his back.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, I know the feeling,” she looked away and sighed, “I was like that once.” Buck was only a little horrified to hear that, knowing she was most likely reminiscing about his former captain.

Clearly having composed himself, Tommy sputtered a laugh at the look on Buck’s face and all he got was a frown back.

Buck turned back to Athena, looking as apologetic as ever, “It won’t happen again, we are so sorry.”

She waved her hand and pulled a face, “Nonsense, Buck, you live here, you are allowed to have people over,” she quirked her eyebrow at Tommy, “especially your boyfriend.”

Both boys laughed awkwardly, cheeks growing red, looking everywhere but each other, “We’re not-” Buck stumbled on his words. “Yeah, we haven’t-” Tommy tried to finish for him but couldn’t get his words out either.

Rolling her eyes, she watched the two fail miserably at covering up whatever they were doing together. “Give it up, boys, you two were made for each other, I’d be a little disappointed if you weren’t giving this another shot.”

They looked at her and then each other, a smile breaking out on both of their faces. They were so smitten with one another.

Buck turned back to Athena, smile dropping slightly, “You can’t tell anyone, not yet, we’re taking it slow.”

Her face morphed into a judgy stare and her hand landed on her hip, “Mhmm.” She hummed into her coffee mug at the words, ‘taking it slow’. After taking the last sip she put it down, “Why would I tell anyone, Buck?”

“I don’t know, you talk to Hen a lot.”

After breakfast, Athena got ready to meet up with May for lunch, and if Buck later got a call from May laughing down the phone about how he and Tommy traumatised her mom, well that was between them.

From then on, the sneaking around stopped. They didn’t need to hide in the house anymore and Athena made sure of that.

And just like Buck, Tommy was nice to have around, he was always ready to strike up a conversation with her about how her shift was and if anything needed to be done around the house. He was handy. Just like how Bobby was.

One evening, when Athena got back late, she saw the two men curled up on the couch watching some movie, but as she got closer she realised that Buck was fast asleep. His mouth was slightly open, face pushed up against Tommy’s shoulder as the older man stroked a hand up and down Buck’s side.

She quietly walked around them, grabbing one of her blankets she keeps stored near the couch and handed it to Tommy. He mouthed a “thank you”, draping it over them and the hand that was by his side was in Buck’s curls.

It was such a tender moment.

But, something deep in her heart ached at the sight.

There was another time where she had come back downstairs after a shower, ready for dinner, when she walked in on them being all in love.

A Frank Sinatra song played through Tommy’s phone as they swayed and danced together in the kitchen, Buck still wore his apron covered in the ingredients he put in the meal.

And that ache was right back in her chest in an instant.

However, she could admit it wasn’t always cute. One night after getting home early, she was greeted by Buck in nothing but an apron standing in the middle of her kitchen, his behind fully on display.

His yelp of fear summoned a concerned Tommy, who was yet again in nothing but his boxers. The sight was all too familiar, but she couldn’t remember from where.

“Am I going to have to start charging you rent too?” She sassed Tommy.

With her head in her hands, she made her way up the stairs. She didn’t have the energy to scold Buck for wearing his ‘kiss the cook’ apron for sex, or for seeing Tommy, yet again, in his underwear.

But that night she lay in bed with that damned ache again, and she didn't know why.

A few days after, as Buck was on his latest fun fact deep-dive, Athena walked out into the garden. She took a breath of fresh air and looked around at the empty flower beds, Bobby was supposed to fill those. He just didn’t have time.

Her eyes wandered over to the grill, still new and untouched, she had no clue how to work it well. Bobby knew. He was always so excited to pull out the grill when they hosted the 118 & co. barbeques.

She turned back to the glass doors and stopped.

In the soft evening light, Tommy was leaning over Buck's shoulder, speaking to him so softly and looking at Buck like he hung the moon and stars. Maybe to Tommy it really felt like he did. She knew that feeling once. But it was gone now, she lost it and it was replaced by an awful ache she can’t seem to shift.

That ache she has grown to know so well. The ache of a hole in her heart, a piece missing.

Lost in her own world of grief, she didn’t notice Tommy looking back, his eyebrows pinched together in worry. Giving Buck a kiss on the cheek, he made his way to Athena.

Siding up next to her, he lets his eyes drift over the garden, “It’s a beautiful space out here.”

“It was all Bobby, and the kitchen, these were his areas of expertise.” She pushed down the emotion that was inching its way up her throat, clawing to get out.

They let the silence fall over them, Tommy’s hand gently rubbing at her back, doing his best to give her the comfort she needed. He thinks he understands, when he thinks of Evan, losing him would be the worst thing to ever happen to him. But it hasn’t happened, so all he could do was think.

“Ya’know, I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone this,” he moved in a bit closer to her, “I really looked up to Bobby, and I just wish I used my time with him to get to know him better, but,” he peered back inside where Buck still had his eyes glued to his laptop screen, “I can see how much he rubbed off on Evan, I’m grateful for that, because it’s like he gave him a piece of himself.”

When he looked back at Athena, her eyes were glossy and there was a faint smile. Sighing, she said, “He would be so proud that you and Buck made your way back to each other, proud that Buck has the love he deserves,” she laughed wetly, “you guys just remind me so much of how Bobby and me were, that’s how I know I’m right before you ask.”

Tommy holds his hands up in humoured defence, “I wasn’t going to,” he puts his hands down and into his pockets, “he would be so proud of Evan, he always was.”

Athena placed her hand on his arm, making him face her, “He would be, but he would also be proud of you,” she turned her face back to the empty flower beds, “you both have grown so much separately, don’t think I don’t remember you from your 118 days, and when you and Buck started dating Bobby would talk about how much you’ve changed, in a good way.”

She pulled away from him and sat in one of the patio chairs, “He always used to say he was a great matchmaker, maybe a little too good,” they both laughed softly, Tommy joining her on the chair next to hers, “and I say this, because, even maybe unknowingly, he shaped you both into the people you are today, my husband, he did that. He left his mark on this world and I couldn’t be more proud of everything he’s done.”

It was in these moments that Athena didn’t mind having Buck and Tommy intruding on her alone time, because in these moments, the joy of what she thought she completely lost comes back in quiet, gentle memories. Even if it’s catching them half naked. She couldn’t remember the last time she and May laughed like that when she told her daughter.

“He’d be proud of all of us.” Tommy simply stated.

“Although, I don't think he'd be very proud of you and Buck having sex in our kitchen, so maybe refrain from that in the future.” Tommy laughed, albeit the red in his cheeks putting his slight embarrassment of display, he genuinely laughed.

Athena just looked proud of herself for that one, “Yeah, maybe do it in your own.” She prodded, laughter bubbling up her throat and replacing the sadness that was there before.

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Man... that was a lot of tags, thank you <3

[platinumrosetail]

Hey! I'm sending you a new request. Once again pokemon crossover request, but this time with Genshin Impact!

So basically Trainer!Reader lives in Alola and runs a preserve of sorts? She helps take care of orphan, hurt, or abandoned baby dragon pokemon with the help of her Primarena and Garchomp. But one day one of the babies walks into a wormhole that forms right in the middle of the preserve, leading to you to running in after it... and the other babies follow as they were scared for their 'mama', and the next thing you knew, you were somewhere else entirely.

So Trainer!Reader ends up in Teyvat, specially in Liyue, where she meets Zhongli, and he meets a human who somehow has a whole bunch of strange, never before seen hatchlings... Pokemon? What's that?

This leads to Trainer!reader trying to find a way home, traveling to different nations, always coming back to see Zhongli, and then you travel to Fontaine... Where she meets another Dragon...

Hope this request is good enough for you! :)

Wonderful!! Also wow my first Genshin impact request, hope I do a good job on it 😁. What with your request always being long in the end I would like to try and shorten it considering it always takes me forever to post your request especially if I’m busy so I’m sorry but some details will either be shortened or cut out though it’s mostly just the plot of Genshin that would be cut out I’ll make sure to add what you have mentioned for the request 😁

Warning: noob author, female reader, cuteness overload, and others.

Characters: zhongli, neuvillette.

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you didn't know how you had gotten in this situation but you did. the situation you're talking about is the fact that you're now in another world.

you were just taking care of some baby vulpix's; both kanto and alolan, before you hear the call of a baby dieno making you look to see what's happening. you see a deino fall through the ground that was caused by a wormhole being there.

quickly you ran and caught to it before it could disappear not realizing some other baby pokemon followed you until after the fact that you're now in a different world.

you had appeared while a ceremony was going on but instead of it being quiet it was filled with panic as a dead body that resembles rayquaza and dragonair but brown laid in the middle of the area you appeared in.

you had bumped into a blonde haired girl as you tried to make sense to what was happening while making sure that the baby Pokemon that followed you don't wonder off. after a few words you decided to follow her; so now you, lumine, the baby pokemon in you arms, and paimon started running again from the millelith.

while being chased by the millelith you and lumine you were saved by a man with ginger hair. he introduced himself as childe which confused you for a second as you never heard a parent name their child, childe as it's similar to child. Sadly the moment is ruined as bagon head butted childe in the leg very hard, afterwards you apologized very much but was reassured by childe that it was alright. childe took you, lumine and paimon to meet up with a friend of his named zhongli.

upon meeting zhongli you noticed that one of the baby pokemon; a noibat, started nibbling the gentleman pants leg which made you panic and apologized as that wasn't something you were expecting noibat to do.

zhongli said that it was alright and that noibat probably wanted attention so he picked it up and held as you all talked after that happened.

you all sit in the restaurant the you all met zhongli at to prove you three were innocent. you decided to share the apples you had in your bag not knowing you're all in for a interesting surprise.

one of the apples moved which made all the attention go to the basket that held them. apparently there was a applin in the apples you had order before you got teleported into this world and you didn't know it as it was asleep though the whole escaping authorities.

The others were confused about it before you had explained that it was a pokemon which came from your world, specifically a dragon and grass type.

When they found out the type of applin they were very shocked that an apple like creature would be some kind of dragon or sorts somehow.

You told them how you were after a small baby dragon that had hopped into the portal that also transported you and your pokemon here. You shared with them what the baby dragon pokemon was via your Pokédex, the pokemon in question was a deino and a very shy one at that so you hope to find it before something might happen to it.

Zhongli mentioned that he saw it around chenyu vale, you asked him if he was able to guide you through and help look and he agreed. And off you two went after saying bye before leaving to chenyu vale.

Thankfully you have a garchomp to fly to the area which zhongli spotted the lost deino at. While traveling there you and zhongli talked about lots of things, zhongli had told you shocking news on how he was morax and was testing his subjects in making sure they can finally be independent without him, you understood his reasoning and fully supported it as well agreed to keep it a secret.

After finding out that your poor deino had crossed the sea to the land of the hydro archon somehow. You thanked zhongli for all of his help and everything else, zhongli had told you that he would go if he could but there is someone he doesn’t want to see in Fontaine anytime soon so he has to say goodbye to you now.

You understand albeit confused and kissed him on the cheek as goodbye before hopping on garchomp and leave to Fontaine. As zhongli watches you leave he places a hand on the cheek that you had kissed in surprise before waving when he noticed you waving as you walked.

He didn’t know why he felt like he wanted to just keep you to himself so soon after meeting you but he would find a way to do so as he can feel his instincts wanting you as his mate.

You have travelled through the lands of Fontaine in hopes of finding deino sadly no luck at the moment. You decided to take a small break to eat and have garchomp rest as well as rest your eyes.

You also needed to keep the other baby pokemon in line and near you as they kept wanting to run off and explore.

The place you stopped to rest was an interesting area (erinnyes forest, foggy forest path) there was a blue tree that has its branches curled.

(Took this myself 😊)

After finding a dirt road and hope that your luck on choosing the right path to a city or something so you could ask if anyone had seen your poor lost deino.

Thankfully your luck has been good as after walking for a 30 minutes you’re able to see some building in the distance meaning you chose right on the dirt path.

Reason why it took you 30 minutes was that you had to keep the baby pokemon from wondering off from getting distracted which resulted in you leashing all of them to keep them near you.

You cheered a little before speed walking towards it as well as keep an eye out for deino in case it’s close by. You had also asked the other baby pokemon to keep a look out for it but to also make sure to stay close and not get off the leash.

You had finally made it close to the buildings after a few more minutes what with you walked all the way to the little entry way that has a few steps on the staircases leading up to another road made of stone.

You began looking everywhere you could see that deino might hid in or under thankfully the baby pokemon decided to behave and help look.

You got weird looks but you did your best to ignore them as they weren’t as important as looking for deino.

Sadly you were stopped while searching. You turned and was met with a little cutie though you don’t know what creature they is but thankfully they’re not one of those monsters that you saw on the way here.

The cute creature seemed to be an officer of sorts as they asked what you were doing. You seemed to have gotten a crowd of the same creatures but different color and style.

You answered, telling them that your were searching for a baby dragon by the name of deino, you also showed a dex entry of it so they would know what it looked like if they saw it before you came here.

After you showed them they became quiet which confused you before they dragged you and your baby pokemon who honestly was excited to run.

They lead you to the biggest building of this area, dragging you inside, left, and right before they finally slowed down to a room where there was another creature same as them but a different style and color.

They talked before the group that dragged you here continued more but this time towards a big door. After opening the door you see a male with long white hair in a very low bow crouched in a corner.

He noticed the you and the cute creatures that dragged you here for some reason. He greeted both you and them in very fancy titles that you only heard in kalos and maybe galar after standing up. He was quite handsome which was the first thing you noticed and that made you blush a little at the suddenness of that thought that came out of nowhere.

You took a quick peek behind him and saw a very familiar pokemon which had you call out its name that made it come towards you very quickly which made you crouch down as it jumped in your arms.

While you were comforting both yourself and deino the creatures that lead you here talked to the white haired male before you stood up again.

You bowed in thanks for finding your deino and taking care of it before you came looking for it. He asked what happened to cause you to lose it and you explained on what happened that lead you and your baby pokemon here in this world that was not your own.

After talking some more you left, the man who you now know as neuvillette offered you a room at a hotel at the heart of Fontaine which you were thankful and agreed to as you were quite tired from the journey here. You were also told what the cute creatures that lead you here were and their names, and apparently they were his daughters that he adopted which you found sweet.

While you and the melusines left he had a dark thought about you. That you were going to be his mate but first he needs to take care of this rival of his that he can smell on you.

(A/n: and done! I had to rush this as tomorrow I’ll be on a cruise and I won’t have any internet whatsoever as it costs extra but I’m so glad I finished it 😁, I most likely got neuvillettes office wrong but let’s pretend that the meulisines dragged you all the way to the right place instead to where I first had you enter that area ok? 👍 anyway hope yall like it and have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

[nightfury-2001]

from a reddit AMA thread made by someone who saw the live-action cinemacon premiere. it's been weeks and i still can't get over some of these changes lmao. if what this person says is true then this movie somehow sounds much worse than i thought it would be - i never expected it to be good (at all lol) but almost all of this just sounds fucking awful.

some of the other changes according to the op include:

- hiccup has stronger doubts about dragons being what they think they are earlier in the film - apparently he says "maybe they’re not as bad as we think” to astrid during the book of dragons/the dragon book which makes little sense considering forbidden friendship hasn't even happened yet?????

- not so fireproof was removed which is just wtf. hey dean you do realize that scene had more of a purpose than that one line right? like it literally foreshadows/helps set up how they defeat the red death.....also it's just a nice fun scene that serves as a sort of "break" after test drive but hey gotta save runtime i guess except no wait this movie is like THIRTY FUCKING MINUTES LONGER THAN THE ORIGINAL AND THERE'S NO ACTUAL NEW SCENES ADDED WHHHHHY WAS THIS SCENE CUT

- there's some sort of class element now....? in this version according to the op the reason astrid dislikes hiccup is because "she came from nothing and has to work extra hard to hopefully become chief*, while hiccup’s handed things on a silver platter and will probably become chief (even though he’s a shill)". the other teens also tease hiccup over this. anyway apparently this new thread/element ends up going nowhere lmao. *berk is now some sort of democracy or something i guess....????

- the twins don't really bicker like in the original, and ruffnut says things like "we girls have to stick together" to astrid (what the hell are they doing to these characters)

- toothless is probably less intimidating than his animated counterpart (httyd 1 toothless we will never get a creature like you again....)

- gothi keeps a scoreboard as dragon training progresses, and now the kill ring is called “the trials of fire” and the winner “top slayer”

- in the first town hall meeting, stoick doesn’t just say “whoever doesn’t go has to look after hiccup”, he makes a speech about the village’s purpose and makes a few nods to the black and asian villagers (i'm happy to see them attempting to add more diversity to this franchise, because honestly it really is a big issue in the animated movies/tv series/etc.......but this specific moment is soooooo obviously "big corporation trying to appear progressive to possibly make more money when they really don't care")

- at some point spitelout shows up as the disappointed and negligent dad of snotlout and it's pretty funny according to the op

- the scene/moment of stoick kneeling over toothless thinking hiccup is dead after the red death battle is extended

- unsurprisingly the score is the same but with new versions, with songs like test drive sounding "much more sweeping" and "grounded" which the op liked. however, they thought the change of instruments in forbidden friendship was a little off (which really worries me as someone who LOVES forbidden friendship.....)

- not really a change but while the op liked the film they still definitely prefer the original and said "i could rewatch OG back to back but LA just didn’t feel rewatchable… almost like a dazzling fan edit on youtube you just forget about later". not exactly the greatest praise lmao

[rosecoloredsunshine]

you're all that i see, you're all that i need — evan peters

masterlist | request link

PAIRINGS: evan peters x female!reader

SUMMARY: you moved to los angeles to pursue your doctorate degree, and unknowingly catching the attention of evan peters on a totally random afternoon.

REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, set in 2011 (ahs:murder house era), reader is a woman in stem, some tl and info are inaccurate (i tried my best), fluff, and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hello, anon! i hope that i had perfectly captured your request, and it is up to your standards lol. there had been a lot of songs that i pulled inspiration from, so hopefully this also turned out good than what i had expected it to be. enjoy reading! :)

The sun was warm against your skin as you navigated the bustling sidewalks of Los Angeles, the city’s vibrance still a shock to your senses despite having been here for over a month. It was July 2011, and you had recently moved to LA to pursue your doctorate degree, which was something you had spent years dreaming about. The sprawling city was both exciting and overwhelming, but you were determined to carve out your little space within it.

You had already found a few favorite spots—the small, cozy bookstore on Melrose, quiet corners of the library at your university, and most of all, the charming coffee shop tucked away between a row of unassuming shops. You went there almost every day, laptop in hand, and eager to chip away at your dissertation.

The route to your usual go to coffee shop had always been straightforward, until the day you noticed the crowd. You frowned, glancing at the throng of people lingering on the sidewalk, some holding their phones up, others chatting excitedly. There were a bunch of cameras, vans, and people with headset barking orders. You tried to squeeze past, only to be gently nudged backward by someone wearing a lanyard and looking slightly frazzled.

“Sorry, miss. Filming in progress,” he said apologetically, ushering you away from the set.

“Oh,” you replied, glancing over his shoulder.

You were not the type to keep up with shows or celebrities. Your world mostly revolves around textbooks, research papers, and academic journals. But the filming went on for weeks, and soon, the inconvenience became just another part of your daily routine.

The crowd would always linger, some fans giddy with anticipation of spotting someone by the name of Evan Peters. His name popped up in snippets of conversation as you squeezed past them each morning. Until you became curious one night and decided to google him.

You blinked at the screen, eyes catching on his image. Blonde curls, kind eyes, a mischievous smile that seems to linger in every photo. He was handsome, sure, and apparently, he was only a year older than you. But you closed the tab soon after, chalking it up to harmless curiosity. You had a dissertation to finish.

Days bled into weeks. You made a habit of sitting near the window of the quaint coffee shop, laptop open and fingers dancing across the keyboard. It was one of the few places you had felt truly comfortable, a sanctuary from the noise and chaos of LA. The barista had already memorized your order, automatically labeling you as their regular customer, and flashing you a smile each time you walked in.

“Here you go, as always,” she said cheerfully, setting your coffee on the counter. “Good luck with the important work you’ll be doing today.”

You laughed softly. “Thank you. It’s a bit of a nightmare, but I’m getting there.”

The corner table near the window was practically yours at this point. You loved the way the sunlight spilled through the glass, warming your skin and making the page glow as you read over your notes. But what you did not realize was that you had become a constant for someone else.

Evan had noticed you the first time he walked into the coffee shop on a lunch break. It was the kind of rare quiet afternoon on set, and he had ducked inside to grab a quick drink before heading back. But then he saw you, your gaze fixated on your laptop, eyebrows knitted in concentration, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He couldn't help but stare.

There was something about you, something ethereal. Maybe it was the way that the sunlight kissed your skin or how your lips twitched into a gentle smile when you finally looked up to thank the barista. Whatever it was, it rooted him to the spot.

“Sir?” the barista prompted, eyebrows raised.

Evan snapped out of his daze, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, just black coffee. Thanks.”

He tried to make it a one-time thing. To leave, get back to set, and forget about the stranger who had somehow captivated him. But you were there the next day, and the day after. Soon, he started timing his coffee runs to coincide with whenever you were around, telling himself it was just a coincidence. But it wasn't. He had found himself lingering by the counter, pretending to read the newspaper or check his phone, eyes drifting back to you.

Sometimes, he would watch you smile and laugh at something on the screen of your laptop, the sight of it making his chest feel light. Other times, he would catch the way your expression would harden, brows furrowing when you were deep in thought—all those little things. You were always there, and it was ridiculous how much he looked forward to seeing you.

One afternoon, Evan was supposed to be back on set fifteen minutes ago. But instead, he was nursing a coffee at a corner table, gaze fixed on you as you typed away.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, realizing he had lost track of time.

He quickly stood up, nearly knocking his chair over in the process. But as he moved towards the door, he couldn't resist making one last glance at your direction. Coincidentally, you looked up, catching him mid-stare. Your eyes met his, and for a split second, neither of you moved. A slow, polite smile curved your lips. You dipped your head in acknowledgment before turning back to your laptop. Evan stood there like an idiot, warmth creeping up his neck. God, he was such a fool, but that smile was going to stick with him all day.

It became a routine, your separate lives threading together through fleeting glances and accidental smiles. You still had no idea who he was. To you, he was just another face in the crowd, in the sea of customers that come and go in the coffee shop. But to Evan, you were something special. Something he wanted to know more about, and perhaps, more terrifyingly, something he couldn't get out of his head.

Evan had spent far too many afternoons pretending to read newspapers or scrolling aimlessly through his phone just to steal glances your way. It had gotten to the point where he would catch himself smiling when he saw you at your usual table, bathed in golden sunlight, fingers typing furiously on your laptop. Today, though, he had enough of just watching. He built up the courage during filming, his mind wandering between takes, his thoughts drawn back to you like some magnetic force. Even his co-stars had noticed how distracted he seemed.

“Evan, man, you good?” one of them had asked, smirking like he already knew the answer.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” Evan had replied, brushing it off with a laugh.

Deep inside, Evan was anything but fine. He was nervous, and Evan Peters was not supposed to be nervous about something as simple as talking to a girl in a coffee shop.

By the time he finally made it through the door, his hands felt clammy, pulse thrumming unsteadily. But there you were, just like alway, at the same table, with your expresion half-hidden behind your laptop screen. Your hair was loosely tied back today, a few strands framing your face in a way that made his chest feel warm.

He bought his usual coffee, trying to delay the inevitable as he gathered his thoughts. But after a few minutes of lingering awkwardly by the counter, he forced himself to cross the room.

“Uh, hi,” Evan started, voice sounding rougher than he had intended.

You looked up, blinking in surprise before your polite smile returned. The same smile you had given him all those times you’d caught him staring. Only this time, you seemed genuinely curious.

“Hi,” you replied, closing your laptop slightly. “Did you need something?”

“Sort of,” Evan admitted with a sheepish grin. “I, uh, I’ve seen you here a lot. Figured I should finally say hello instead of just, well, you know, awkwardly staring from over there.”

You laughed. A soft, genuine laugh that made his shoulders relax, and maybe made his heart skip a little bit.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” your tone was light, teasing at most. “Though, to be fair, I probably look like a total weirdo staring at my screen for hours, so…we’re even?”

“Definitely even,” he chuckled, feeling his nerves melt away. “I’m Evan, by the way.”

You hesitated for a split second before giving your name. There was a glint of something in your eyes, but it was gone before he could place it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Evan.” you smiled. “I’m glad to put a name to the face that had been staring at me all this time.”

Evan could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. Not because you said his name, but because you said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you had no idea who he was. It was a refreshing feeling.

He leaned a little against your table, feeling bold enough to keep the conversation going. “You always seem so focused, what’s got you working so hard?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes playfully. “My dissertation. It’s like this never-ending, soul draining monster that I keep chipping away at, hoping one day it’ll just finish itself.”

He laughed. “Ah, so you’re one of those super smart people who chose to torture themselves with more school?”

“Pretty much,” you grinned, folding your hands over your laptop. “Moved here for a doctorate program. Still trying to get used to the city and everything.”

“You’re new here?”

“Yeah, about a month or so. Feels like the city’s still trying to swallow me whole, but I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“Well, you seem to have already claimed the best table in this place.”

“That’s true. Perks of showing up every day and slowly scaring everyone else away, I guess.”

Evan laughed again, the sound filling the cozy space between you. This was easier than he had expected.

“You come here a lot too, don’t you?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

He nodded. “Yeah, usually on breaks from filming. This place is way better than the craft services table.”

You gave Evan a curious hum, like you were only half-interested. The type of person who made polite conversation but decided not to pry, and he found himself appreciating that.

“So, you’re an actor?” you asked, though there wasn't any spark of recognition in your eyes.

“Yeah, doing a show right now.”

“Oh, that’s why there’s a bunch of camera people outside.” you nodded thoughtfully. “I figured it was something popular with all the crowds.”

“Yeah, the fans can be pretty dedicated,” he scratched his neck, feeling a little self-conscious. “I was surprised you weren't out there with everyone else.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “I’ve never been great at keeping up with shows or celebrities. To be honest, I didn't even know what they were filming until I overheard someone talking about it.”

“Really?” he tried to hide his disbelief, but the amusement was clear on his face.

“Yep. I even googled you, like, once—out of curiosity. But uh, I’m not really good at remembering famous people’s faces,” you shrugged, unbothered. “Besides, I figured you were probably tired of getting recognized all the time. Didn't want to add to that.”

Evan felt his chest swell with a kind of relief he hadn't expected. You were not treating him like a celebrity, not fawning over him or asking for photos or telling him you were his biggest fan. You were just you.

“Thanks. For not bringing it up, I mean. It’s kind of nice to just be normal, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that,” you offered him a gentle smile. “So, what’s it about? The show, I mean.”

Evan launched into a brief explanation about American Horror Story, his enthusiasm bubbling over as he described the haunted mansion, twisted characters, and his role as Tate Langdon. You listened attentively, occasionally nodding and asking thoughtful questions. Somewhere along the line, he had pulled out a chair and sat across from you, completely forgetting that he had only meant to say hello.

When his phone buzzed in his pocket, he ignored it. Then it buzzed repeatedly.

He grimaced, glancing at the screen. “Crap. I was supposed to be back on set like…twenty minutes ago.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well, you should go. Before someone comes in here and drags you out.”

“Right,” he stood up from the chair reluctantly. “But, can I maybe talk to you again? Next time you’re here?”

You raised a brow. “Well, considering I’m here everyday, probably.”

Evan grinned, his expression almost boyish, and his dimples showing. “Great! I’ll, uh, see you around?

“Yeah. I’ll see you around, Evan.”

As he left the coffee shop, practically jogging to get back to set, he could not help but feel like something had just shifted. For once, he did not mind being late.

You did not expect him to come back.

After your conversation with Evan, you had half-convinced yourself that he had been caught up in a fleeting moment of curiosity. He was a busy actor, after all—caught between filming and whatever else people in his position did when they weren't on set. You figured he would forget about you as soon as his schedule pulled him away, and you prepared yourself to let it go.

Still, the next day, when the familiar sound of the door chime echoed through the shop, your eyes would flicker up instinctively. A part of you hoped to see those curls and that shy smile, but it was just another regular customer. You shook your head, focusing again on your laptop, reminding yourself that it was not that big of a deal. Maybe meeting Evan was just a fleeting moment, one of those tiny pieces of your LA experience that would fade as quickly as it had appeared.

However, on the third day, just as you were lost in your notes, the chair in front of you scraped against the floor. You looked up, and there he was—Evan, sliding into the seat with that soft, boyish grin, his dimples deepening when he saw the surprised look on your face.

“Hey,” he greeted, tone casual but eyes bright with excitement.

You couldn't help but smile back. “Hey, you. I didn't think you’d be back.”

Evan raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, finger nervously tracing the rim of your coffee cup. “You’re busy, right? Filming and all that?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but I like coming here. Kind of gotten used to it…and to seeing you.”

Your heart skipped a little, and you cursed yourself for how easily he could make you feel like a giddy teenager. You covered it with a small laugh, closing your laptop to give him your full attention.

“How’s the filming going?” you asked, hoping that your question didn't sound too forced.

“It’s been good. Long days, but good,” he glanced down at his coffee, fingers tapping lightly against the cup. “Actually, it’s almost over. We’re wrapping up in three days.”

Something in your chest tightened, and you hated how that tiny bit of news made you feel. You had barely known him for a few weeks, and yet, the thought of not seeing him at the quaint little coffee shop felt strangely sad. Like the bubble you both had created here would finally pop, and he would disappear into the city, back to his world while you remained in yours.

“That’s great,” you said, forcing a smile. “I bet you’re excited to finish.”

Evan hesitated, eyes flickering to yours like he could sense the shift in your mood. “Yeah, I guess. But, uh—” he stopped, fidgeting with the coffee sleeve before looking back up at you, expression softer, almost vulnerable. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about something, and I didn't want to just let it go.”

Your brows are knitted together. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, like he was steadying himself. “I don’t want to pass up this opportunity with you. Of not doing anything, and I know that I’d end up hating myself if I just left without at least giving it a try.”

You tried to open your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Evan then rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish.

“These past few weeks, just talking to you, seeing you here…it’s been the best part of my day. You’re—god, this sounds so fucking cheesy, but you’re kind of beautiful,” he breathed out. “Not just, like, physically. You’re just…beautiful, you know? The way you light up when you’re talking about your research, or how you always smile at the barista even when you look exhausted. I just, I couldn't leave without asking you out. Even if it’s just one date.”

Your heart pounded, and you couldn't help but let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation, gaze unwavering. “If you’ll let me. I just don’t want to lose you before I even get to know you properly.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up, a giddy warmth spreading through your chest. “I, I’d like that,” you managed, your own smile mirroring Evan’s. “Yeah, let’s go on a date.”

Evan’s relief was evident, shoulders relaxing as a grin broke out across his face. “Really?”

You laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, really.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but a buzzing sound interrupted the moment, his phone, probably someone from the set. Evan glanced at it, then back at you, sending you an apologetic look.

“I have to go,” he said, but his excitement was still visible in the way his eyes gleamed. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, same time?”

“Same time,” you agreed.

Evan lingered just a moment longer, clearly reluctant to leave, before finally heading towards the door. You watched him go, heart still pounding, the reality of what had just happened slowly sinking in. You couldn't help the smile that appeared long after he had left, knowing that maybe this wasn't just a fleeting moment after all.

True to his word, Evan took you out on your first date just a few days later. He showed up at the coffee shop, just like he promised, a smile brightening the room. You couldn't help but notice how his nervous energy from before had been replaced with an easy confidence, still sweet, but undeniably charming.

The first date was simple but perfect. Evan took you to Griffith Park for a walk, with the city sprawling out beneath you as you talked about everything and nothing. You learned that he loved horror movies but hated jump scares, that his favorite food was anything homemade because it always reminded him of his mom, and that he had ended up becoming an actor because of the Olsen twins—to which had made you laugh a little.

In return, you told him about your doctorate program, the pressure of balancing your workload with your sanity, and how moving to LA felt like a risk you still weren't sure you had made for the right reasons. Evan listened intently, nodding along, making you feel like your every word mattered.

When the sun set, bathing the city in hues of orange and pink, he walked you back to your apartment. As you stood at your door, you half-expected the evening to end there, but instead, he lingered, eyes warm and his hand brushing yours.”

“This has been a fun day,” you murmured, voice softer than usual.

“Yeah,” he replied, heart thumping. “It really was.”

You hesitated, then leaned in to press a soft, hesitant kiss to his cheek. You didn't know what came over you, but it felt right doing it. Your breath warm against his skin, and he couldn't help but smile, and when you whispered a goodnight, Evan knew that he would be thinking about this for days.

The dates continued. Sometimes you would go to small diners or take walks through lesser-known neighborhoods to avoid attention. Other times, Evan would sneak you into the set after hours to show you around, grinning like a kid as he gave you a private tour.

Your favorite date, though, was when Evan took you to an old-school drive-in theatre, parking his car far enough that you could just talk without worrying about being recognized. You shared popcorn, hands brushing in the bucket, and by the time the movie ended, you were all cuddled up in the passenger seat, his arm around your shoulder.

Four dates in, things were starting to feel natural, like you had known Evan far longer than just a few weeks. He made you laugh easily, and you found yourself craving his presence more and more. You weren't blind to the reality of it all, you knew that dating someone famous would come with challenges. But Evan made you feel safe.

During your fourth date, he took you to the beach at night, the waves crashing rhythmically as the two of you sat on the sand. You talked about your dreams, fears, and the little things that made life worth it, and at one point, you glanced over to find him staring at you, expression more serious than usual.

“What?” you asked, a little self-conscious. “Is there something on my face?”

Evan bit his lip, clearly choosing his words carefully. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” he started, voice steady despite the vulnerability in his eyes. “I know this, us, might not be easy. People are always watching, always assuming things. It can be a lot, it is a lot, but I really, really like you. More than I thought I would, and I want to try. I want to see where this goes.”

You took a deep breath, the reality of what Evan was saying sinking in. You have had the same thoughts, wondering if you could handle dating someone who lived under the spotlight. But the truth was, you liked Evan too. A lot.

You reached out, hand finding his. “I like you too, and yeah, it’s a little intimidating, but I trust you. I want to see where this goes too.”

The relief on Evan’s face was almost comical, his shoulders dropping as he laughed softly. Without another word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss.

The noise of the ocean faded away, and for that moment, it was just the two of you under the starry sky, no cameras or prying eyes—just you and Evan, and the beginning of something real.

© rosecoloredsunshine, 2025

[shorthaltsjester]

trying not to set myself up to start spiralling back into c2 (i’m always like. a slight gust of wind away from it if i’m being honest) but i was confirming a quote from ep 141 and in general the conversation between fjord and vandran makes me insane, it’s truly some of my favourite rp from travis across all the campaigns, it has one of my personal top 5 cr Thematic™ quotes when fjord tells vandran “you showed me kindness, and love, and honour, and it meant the world to me.”, it has lore drops about vandran and avantika and uk’otoa, it has a silly sweet interaction of jester shouting out a greeting to vandran and fjord going “she’s wonderful.” and vandran saying “she’s a handful.” and fjord agreeing only for vandran to add “she’s perfect for you.” but beyond all that wonderfulnesss packaged into a mere 30 minutes, i am once again struck by how fjord and imogen are very interesting foils in terms of like. the absence of a parental figure who has knowledge of the curse you bear that your own curiosity for has led you through your recent life.

especially with (relatively) more recent imogen literally pretending to be her mother for utility versus fjord who took on aspects of vandran hoping to feel more assured in himself (featuring nightmares sponsored by a malevolent being intricately tied to said missing parental figure and occasionally featuring their presence). like both imogen and fjord start off their campaigns being like I Would Like Answers About My Powers (at any cost implied by the apparent possibility both of them had early on to be swayed away from the Good™ side) only for it to become clearer to them that the person who might have the most answers for their questions was not only their parental figure but was a parental figure they assumed dead only for that assumption to be undermined. and the fact that vandran and fjord stay apart so long because fjord is scared and busy and hadn’t even considered that vandran could’ve survived and because vandran made the same assumption that fjord hadn’t lived — but who also had a sense of hope that maybe that meant the cycle of violence had ended only to be met again with a fjord who tells him “despite your best efforts, your curse is now mine.” versus imogen and liliana who stay apart so long because of liliana’s choices, her insistence that imogen stay away from her even when imogen made it clear over and over that she wouldn’t stop without some answers or some clarity. the fact that fjord is reunited with his father figure and says i have so many questions and vandran gives him answers, even hard ones. that imogen has to beg just for her mother to actually hear her and not just the paternalistic idea of an infant she left behind decades ago. even fjord asking vandran if he wants to leave with them, and vandran making in clear he doesn’t intend on staying with them long term but whose happy to join them. versus imogen who begs her mother for help and to come with them and who ultimately can’t trust her to be telling the truth when liliana offers to come. i just think they should meet. i am always vying for a fjord cameo just because he’s my best friend but i think they should meet.

[mattsobvimyfav]

roommate (Matthew Sturniolo)

pt 5

“Chris, Ill be right back. I need to get my charger and my laptop” I told Chris getting up in the middle of our movie night.

Big mistake.

I stopped dead in my tracks. There, on Matt’s bed, was Matt fully fucking some random girl. They both froze the moment I walked in, her squealing and yanking the blanket up to cover herself, while Matt just stared at me, wide-eyed and half panicked.

“Oh,” I said flatly, blinking. “Uh, carry on, I guess.”

I dumped my bag onto my bed like nothing had happened and pulled out my laptop.

“Y/N, what the hell?!” Matt’s voice shot up an octave, full of anger.

“What?” I asked, turning to look at him like he was the one out of line. “I live here.”

“You couldn’t knock?!” he snapped, gesturing wildly like I was the crazy one.

“Why would I knock? This is my room, too,” I said with a shrug, setting my laptop on my desk and looking for my charger. “And for the record, you didn’t put a sock on the door or text me, so… not my problem.”

The girl on his bed looked like she wanted to melt into the floor. “Uh, maybe I should go,” she mumbled, clutching the blanket around her.

“No, no,” Matt said quickly, turning to her. “You don’t have to—”

“Honestly, you probably should,” I cut in, sitting down on my bed.

“Y/N!” Matt growled, shooting daggers at me with his eyes.

“What? I don’t care,” I said, leaning back against the wall. “I just think you’re overreacting. You’re mad at me for walking into my own room. Make it make sense.”

Matt groaned, running a hand through his messy hair, clearly frustrated. “This isn’t about you ‘not caring,’” he snapped. “It’s about boundaries! Privacy! Common courtesy! Ever heard of it?”

I snorted. “Oh, you mean like texting your roommate before having sex in your shared dorm room? Yeah, I’ve heard of it.”

The girl fidgeted awkwardly, pulling her clothes on under the blanket. “It’s fine. I’ll just… go. Call me later, Matt?”

“He won’t, dont get your hopes up!” I said, as she hurriedly gathered her things and practically bolted out the door.

Once we were alone, Matt turned to me, still looking pissed. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, throwing himself back onto his bed.

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m unbelievable? Dude, you’re the one mad at me for not psychically knowing you were fucking some random bitch.”

“It’s called knocking, arent you supposed to be over there fucking Chris?” he grumbled.

“It’s called communication,” I shot back, ignoring his comment about Chris. “Look, I’m not the one making this weird. You’re the one who turned it into a whole thing. Just let me know next time, okay? A simple heads-up.”

Matt glared at the ceiling, clearly still irritated, but he didn’t argue.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” I said, smirking, packing my bag up

He groaned and grabbed his pillow, shoving it over his face.

I stormed down the hall, going back to Chris’ room. I stormed in ready to tell him about the scene I just walked in on

“Y/N,” he said, setting his laptop aside.

“Oh, you have no idea what just happened,” I said. “I just walked into our room and caught your brother mid fuck”

Chris burst out laughing. “You caught Matt hooking up? Please tell me you made it awkward on purpose.”

“I didn’t have to,” I said, crossing my arms. “He flipped out as if I was in the wrong. Like, sorry for walking into my own room?”

Chris shook his head, still chuckling. “So what’d you do?”

“I didn’t even care! I just grabbed my stuff and ignored it, but apparently, that wasn’t good enough. He started yelling about privacy and boundaries and then kicked the girl out.”

Chris snorted. “So where is he now?”

“Who knows?” I said, rolling my eyes. “Probably planning his next big speech about how I’m a bitch.”

As if summoned by my words, the door suddenly flew open, and in stomped Matt, his face flushed with anger.

“Are you serious right now, Y/N?” he barked.

I leaned back, unimpressed. “Oh, look, it’s the whore himself. Did you follow me here just to yell some more?”

Chris blinked, looking between us. “Uh, should I grab popcorn for this?”

Matt ignored him, glaring at me. “You had no right to barge in and humiliate me like that!”

“Oh my god, humiliate you?” I shot back, standing up. “Matt, I didn’t even say anything! I walked in, saw what was happening, and minded my business. You’re the one who started freaking out!”

“You didn’t knock!” he shouted, his voice cracking with frustration. “How hard is it to respect someone’s privacy?”

“Privacy?” I scoffed, stepping closer to him. “In a shared dorm room? You’ve got to be kidding me, Matt. If you wanted privacy, maybe you should’ve locked the door. Or, I don’t know, texted me.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he spat, shaking his head. “You act like it’s not a big deal, but it is! You embarrassed me, and now you’re in here laughing about it with Chris?”

“Oh no that’s actually exactly what I’m doing”

Chris, still sitting on his bed, raised a hand. “Uh, just to be clear, I’m totally fine with this. Keep going.”

Matt shot him a glare before turning back to me. “You’re so fucking selfish, Y/N! It’s always about what you want and think its okay.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I snapped. “You’re the one being dumb right now, not seeing how fucking stupid this entire argument is”

Chris let out a low whistle.

Matt ignored him, his jaw tightening. “You don’t get it, do you? You don’t take anything seriously unless it’s something that affects you.”

“Great, Matt, please tell me everything wrong with me,” I said, my voice rising.

“You're just such a fucking bitch, and you keep this innocent attitude going like you do nothing wrong! You think your hot shit, but your not news flash, your own mom wouldn’t even stay with you,” he snapped, standing up and getting in my face.

I stared at Matt, my chest tight. “Wow,” I said quietly “You think that?”

Matt’s face faltered for a second like he hadn’t meant to say it, but then his jaw set, and he didn’t take it back.

“Okay,” I said, grabbing my bag and heading for the door. “Message received, Matt. Loud and clear.”

“Y/N, wait—” Chris started, but I was already gone, slamming the door behind me.

I didn’t look back, even as I heard Matt’s voice faintly through the door, arguing with Chris. My mind was too busy replaying his words, cutting deeper than I cared to admit.

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