#somebody asked for a movie of them. I couldn't do that but i could try and make it look like screen shots from a movie.

[3twindragons]

[vivwritesfics]

Set The World On Fire

Chapter Six

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

Mafia AU

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"You need to stop taking me places in a private jet or I'm gonna get used to the princess treatment," she said with a giggle as she looked out of the window, watching the clouds go by. Below them was nothing but ocean.

Lando put his drink down. "C'mere," he said, beckoning her over.

She left her seat and walked over to him. Lando patted his suit clad thighs and she sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. They hadn't been dating for long; it was the most intimate thing they had ever done.

Lando had his arms wrapped around her. "Get used to the princess treatment," he said. "That's all you're gonna get with me." He kissed her cheek as she laid her head on his chest.

That was how they sat together on their flight to Spain. "What's your sister's fiancé's name?" She asked, her hand resting over his beating heart.

"Carlos," he answered. "He's an ass."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure he can't be that bad, he is gonna be your brother in law, after all."

"Trust me, baby, he's the worst."

Baby. She liked that. She really liked that. "Tell me everything I need to know. Who's gonna be there? Who of your family should I expect to meet?" She asked eagerly.

Lando couldn't stop himself from smiling. It was something he had noticed, that the only time he smiled was when she was with him. There was no way he could get through the wedding without her.

"Okay, so you've got Carlos and his sister. I've only met them once, but from what I remember, they just whisper mean things between each other in Spanish. Then there is Carlos's parents, Sainz and Mrs Sainz, his wife. I'll try and keep you away from them. Everyone else? I'll introduce them as you meet them," he said, his hand moving across her thigh.

She suppressed the shiver that ran down her spine. His fingers were so soothing. "What about your family?"

Lando shook his head. "My mum is dead, my step mum is dead, and my dad is almost dead," he said, his grip on her tightening.

"Shit, Lan," she whispered, hands reaching up to run through his curls. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologise, I never told you," he mumbled.

His phone went off, but Lando ignored it. She kissed the top of her head and squeezed her. "Thank you for coming," he whispered. "I seriously couldn't do this without you."

It wasn't long before they touched down in the Sainz family's private hangar. It was full of other private jets, from the other families that had arrived for the wedding. Lando took her hand and led her out of the jet. There was a car waiting for them when they stepped out into the warm Spanish air.

Lando opened the door to the car for her. "Such a gentleman," she said with a grin as she climbed into the car. Lando followed her in and placed his arm over her shoulders.

Their bags were placed into the back of the car and their driver set off. The fact that they had a driver was crazy. "How do you and your sister know Carlos?" She asked, settling against his side.

It was hitting her just how little she knew about him. And with every passing moment, the number of questions she had just grew.

Lando thought on his answer. It was easy for her to assume that it had been so long since they met that he didn't remember. "Our dads did business together a few years back," he answered simply.

She let out a laugh, her body gently shaking against him. "Seriously, Lan. Who the hell are you?"

Lando squeezed her shoulder. "Have you seen Legend?"

"The movie?"

He nodded his head.

"Lando, are you telling me you're a gangster?" She asked him, unable to hide the laugh about to erupt from her lips.

"No! No, but I'm essentially Ronnie Kray," he answered.

"Ronnie Kray, the gangster that sold protection to people?"

Well, that was part of that he did. "Yeah, but I'm not a gangster and everything I do is legal."

He was a fucking mystery.

***

Lando felt incredibly guilty about leaving her in the hotel room. But Hamilton had called for a meeting and, being the representative for the Norris family, he had to attend.

"I'll be gone an hour at most," Lando said as he leaned over to kiss her.

"Lan, it's fine," she said and pulled a book from her bag. "Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She called.

Lando let out a laugh. That kind of high pitched shrieking laugh that she was already in love with. "I'll try not to," he said and kissed her again.

He walked out of the hotel room as she cracked open her book.

Lando couldn't hide his smile as he climbed into the car waiting for him. It was already full of other heads of family or their representatives. Lando sat himself beside Magnussen and Perez. Max Verstappen, representing the Verstappen family, sat opposite him, with Mick Schumacher beside him.

Mick was... different. He wasn't representing the Schumacher family. But his father died before he was ready to takeover the family. The Verstappens tried to take Mick and his family in, but Schumacher had a plan in place in case of his death. He didn't want Jos looking after his family, and had instead sent them to the Wolff family.

That was who Mick was representing. His name was Schumacher, but he was representing the Wolff family.

"You brought someone?" Max asked Lando as he sat down.

Lando slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, I did," he said, not elaborating further.

"Is she... aware of what's going on?" Mick asked.

Lando sucked in a breath. "No," he answered, looking at the other representatives. "She hasn't got a clue.

Max leaned forward. "Interesting," he said, wearing a little smirk. "What did you tell her?"

"She's called me a gangster, and we're gonna leave it at that."

Max sat back in his seat, hands clasped together in his lap. "Good luck with that," he said, turning his attention to the window.

It was obvious what Max was thinking. Of course it was a bad idea to take her to a mafia wedding when she had no idea what was going on. But Lando wanted her protected from that world. The less she knew, the more protected she was. She could still get out.

Perez shook his head. "Bad idea, man," he said. "I didn't tell my wife and I almost lost her."

Lando didn't answer him.

The car pulled up outside of Sainz's house. They filled out of the car, one by one. Three more cars were already outside of the house, and it was clear they were the last ones there.

Lando walked into the house with Max. Just a few years before they would have been talking and laughing like kids while their fathers worked. But now they were the ones working in their fathers steed.

"How are you holding up?" Max asked quietly as they walked through the Sainz house.

Lando let out a breath, just grateful that Max had waited until they were out of the car to ask. He looked around the Sainz house, the house he had been in just weeks before. "She's somewhere in here," he said. "I just wanna know how she is."

They walked into the Library. Several chairs were set around a table, most of them filled. In the corner of the room was a much smaller table, a chess set on it. Lando knew exactly who had set that up.

He sat down and Max sat on his right. Alonso was on his left and the other heads of family filled the table. Carlos was there, sat beside his father.

The most commanding presence at the table was Hamilton. He gave Lando a slow nod as a drink was placed in front of him.

As soon as they all had drinks, Hamilton stood, glass in his hand. "As per tradition, we are here to celebrate the union of the Sainz family and the Norris family. The trading routes between Norris and Sainz will be reopened, benefitting all of us. Lets discuss product and trading route."

Clearing his throat, Lando stood with the speech his father had prepared for him. "This decade of war between our family has affected The Norris family and it's ability to move our product into other Spain and other European countries. This union will not only help reignite our relationship with the Sainz family, but will aid in our strengthening our relationship with the Ferrari family."

He placed the cards his father had written out for him into his pocket. "I do think it's unnecessary to involve my sister in things."

Brown eyes snapped towards him. "Hijo de puta." (Motherfucker).

Having said his piece, Lando sat down. He wasn't paying much attention as other heads of families discussed what the reopening of the trading route would do for them.

After five minutes, he stood up. He wordlessly left the room, navigating his way down the hall and into the kitchen, towards the bathroom.

But somebody was already in the kitchen. The fridge door was open as somebody, dressed in most of a fine suit, pulled cold beers from the fridge. He held them in his arms, used his elbow to shut the fridge and turned around.

He nearly dropped them when he saw Lando. "Oscar!" He called.

Oscar rushed to put the beers on the table. He threw his arms around Lando and patted his back. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you until tomorrow," he said, his hand on his shoulder.

"Hamilton called a meeting," he said.

Oscar nodded, making a mental note to keep her in her room for the night.

"How is she?"

Oscar breathed deep. "She's... coping," he said. "We're gearing up for one last fun night before the wedding." He pointed back to the beers and Lando nodded his head.

"Look after her for me, yeah?"

"I will."

Lando helped Oscar place the beers into his arms and sent him on his way.

a/n: (wow i never do these, this feels weird) Sup guys! So i mentioned the Kray twins and, for those that don't know, they were london gangsters in the 1950's (check out the film legend its soooo good). It feels like a gamble putting mention of them in here and if anybody is offended, send me an ask and I'll change it! (i purposefully didn't mention Reggie for obvious reasons)

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[lazycats-stuff]

Hi, this is my first time asking here I really love your work and also the whole reason me going into the DC fandom really... Anyway, back to my request can you do like a fluffy interaction with the batfamily when child (male or gn) reader told them that they had a "boyfriend" at school.

Not entirely sure if this is really you're cup of tea and if not you can ignore it.

:D

Oh this is my cup of tea, don't worry. And I got you into DC fandom? I hope you like the fandom so far.

Summary: (Y/N) is slowly growing up. Bruce and the others can't handle it.

Warnings: fluff, Bruce and everyone is emotional, just pure fluff everyone, Titus makes an appearance

The family has been going through a rather tough time recently. (Y/N) has started going to kindergarten and they couldn't see him for almost the entire day. Bruce knew it was important that (Y/N) starts socializing with children his age.

Bruce knew that is was important for (Y/N) to do it and he needs to get over all the child sicknesses. Such as chicken pox and some others. It would build his immunity system and make him stronger. And it was difficult the first day.

Everyone was emotional that first day. All of them barley kept it together as they walked (Y/N) to the kindergarten, more so to the place where he would be spending time until he needs to go to elementary school.

(Y/N) was nervous at first, but Bruce assured him how they would be back to get him back. The brothers all said goodbye and nearly broke down when (Y/N) left and everyone, including Alfred broke down in the car.

" He is growing up so quickly. " Jason said as he was wiping his eyes, trying not to cry fully.

" I know. " Dick said, not even keeping his cool anymore. Bruce and Damian didn't cry, but they were definitely sad about the fact that they couldn't see their brother anyone. Tim was just quiet as he sniffed quietly and Alfred simply looked ahead, outright refusing to cry.

Everyone went on with their days and once they were done with work or school, they would pick up (Y/N). (Y/N) was happy to his family once more and he just wanted a hug from his dad.

And he wanted to be carried by his dad. It was their tradition after all. Soon, Bruce had to update the list of people who could pick him up and included everyone in the family, besides Damian. The kindergarten policy made it clear that you needed to present ID every time you want to pick him up.

Bruce had to admit, he was impressed with the sheer security of the kindergarten and the way that they made sure that nobody unauthorized or somebody who had more sinister motives could get in. Thankfully.

(Y/N) has been going for a few months and he liked it very much. He has made a few friends and Bruce couldn't be happier. (Y/N)'s brother's were happy too. (Y/N) was happy, liked going there and had fun.

What more could they ask for? Nothing more.

As long as their brother is happy, so are they.

It was all going to be fine.

Well, that fine turned into pure confusion when (Y/N) was home. It was a Saturday. (Y/N) and the family was having a family night and (Y/N) was watching a movie in his father's lap, enjoying the contact from his father. Bruce covered his son in a blanket, making sure it was warm. It has started snowing a few hours ago and it was perfect.

More importantly, it was peaceful.

Until (Y/N) started to speak.

It was all fine.

" I forgot to tell you something! " (Y/N) declared as he sat up upright. Bruce glanced at (Y/N) and hummed at him, showing him that he had his attention.

" I have a boyfriend! "

Those four words made Bruce's head spin and he swears he hears that he has heard something crash in the kitchen. Jason spat out his water, coughing the rest of it out. Dick wept and Damian froze. Tim blinked a few times.

What the hell?!

" I'm sorry, what do you mean by that? " Bruce asked as he got some of his composure back. (Y/N) smiled widely and Bruce had to make sure he didn't fall down.

" I have a boyfriend! We hold hands and do everything together! " (Y/N) said loudly and Dick wept louder. Jason took a deep breath and Damian blinked a few times. Tim just drank his coffee. Nope. He is too pumped with caffeine to even think about it.

" What's wrong with Dick? " (Y/N) asked, looking at his brother who was weeping. Jason gave Dick a hug and Dick was mumbling the words so quickly and grow up. In not really particular order actually.

" Nothing (Y/N), you know how he gets emotional. " Bruce explained and (Y/N) let out a little huh. Bruce wanted to cry really, but he couldn't. His son was growing up too soon, but growing up is normal.

It's going to happen eventually.

Sooner rather than later.

" Come here. " Dick said as he wiped his eyes. He stood up and took (Y/N) into his arms, hugging him. His brother can't grow up. No. It's completely wrong and not- No.

(Y/N) can't grow up. No.

(Y/N) was confused as to why Dick would cry. Why? Is he sad? Why would be sad?

" Why are you said Dick? " (Y/N) asked and Dick finally found it in himself to chuckle. He gave (Y/N) a kiss on the cheek.

" I'm not sad baby bird. "

" Then why are you crying? When you are sad, you cry. " (Y/N) stated and Dick shook his head fondly.

" Sometimes, when you are so happy, you are so overwhelmed with happiness that you just start crying. " Dick explained and (Y/N) let out a little oh, leaning his head on Dick's shoulder.

Dick sighed as he sat down on the couch and Alfred finally made his way into the the living room.

" Master Bruce, did I hear correctly? Master (Y/N) has a boyfriend? " Alfred asked, clearly not wanting to believe it. His youngest grandson has a boyfriend?

" Yes, (Y/N) has a boyfriend. " Bruce confirmed and Alfred sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. His grandson will send him to his grave. Early grave, mind you.

Jason sighed as he wanted Dick to hand (Y/N) over to him. His brother can't have a boyfriend now. He is a baby in his eyes and he can't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend for that matter until he is about 30.

That is a reasonable age to have a boyfriend. Right?

" Should I open up the scotch? " Alfred asked and Bruce smiled at the suggestion.

" Later Alfred. "

" As you wish master Bruce. "

" Dad? " (Y/N) asked from Jason's arms and Bruce felt something warm in his heart.

" Yes? "

" Can we go out to play in the snow? Pretty please. " (Y/N) asked and Bruce nodded in agreement.

" Of course we can. But you need to make sure that you are warm. You can't get a cold can you? " Bruce said as he picked (Y/N) up from Jason and (Y/N) let out a little hurray.

" He is too pure for this world. " Damian said once (Y/N) and Bruce left the room to bundle up. and there was something that everyone could agree on. Even Jason and Damian could agree on that phrase.

Titus wagged his tail as he whined for Damian to open the door to the garden. Damian did so and Titus started playing in the snow. It was weird to see such a black mass in the white snow.

Titus almost looked like a demon and then that image was gone when (Y/N) ran over to Titus. Titus was very happy, tail wagging like mad, but still remained calm and gentle with his little brother. Bruce watched as (Y/N) ran around, making angels and throwing snowballs at Bruce.

Titus would also run for snowballs that the two would make, considering that they couldn't find his tennis balls to throw. He was confused at the way the would disappear, but still came back for more.

" Maybe we have overreacted. " Dick said and everyone agreed in a certain way. (Y/N) is a child and he probably doesn't know the meaning of the word. But they know that sooner or later they will have an actual boyfriend on their hands.

Hopefully that will never happen. Hopefully.

[redhead1180]

My So-Called Punishment

About - JJ x fem!reader

Summary - You have been in a mood all day and JJ decides to take matters in his own hands.

Warnings - MDNI, smut, hair pulling, rough housing (?), cursing, fighting, p in v, oral (f rec), let me know if missed anything

A/N - I was having a bad day and decided, I thought a little pure JJ smut would put a smile on my face. Between multiple moots talking about his biceps and the above gif, I had my inspiration. I wanted out faster, but I needed a nap when I got stuck. Then I needed a few cigarettes to get thru the smut. 🙄 Don't judge me.

Credit to original owners of gifs and @saradika-graphics for dividers. 😊

I had been in a shit mood all day. I really didn't know why, yea work was awful, but what else was new. The shit mood started when I woke up. Even JJ's sexy morning voice couldn't make me smile. When I got back to John B's after work, I had at snapped John B, JJ, and even poor Pope, every time they talked to me.

I had gotten a few side eyes from JJ and knew I was pushing my luck with him. The last snarky comment from me to JJ had earned a jaw snap and 'the look' saying I was about to piss him off.

JJ, John B, Pope, and I were watching a movie later in the evening and I got up to get me a beer. JJ asks nicely, I will give him that, to grab him one and I for no reason snap at him "Are you're legs fucking broken?". That was it, he stands up and comes over grabs my hand to drag me to the spare room.

"Somebody's in trouble" John B sings as JJ pulls me through the kitchen to his room.

"Don't be too rough, bro" Pope yells as JJ pushes me in the room.

"Listen, babe, I don't know what the fuck you're problem is today, but I have had it!" He growls at me as he throws me on the bed, slamming the door behind him. I land on my back and my head snaps back up, but I don't waste any time, I turn over and start scrambling to get up and off the bed. I was in for it, I knew it, but I wasn't going down just yet. Maybe this was what I wanted all day, to let off some sexual steam, cause I could feel the heat growing in my core. But I didn't want JJ to know that.

"Oh no, you ain't going anywhere" he snaps as he grabs my ankles, making me slam onto my stomach and starts pulling me back to the edge of the bed. I am trying to grab anything along the way, sheets, pillows, to get leverage to pull myself away. It wasn't doing any good cause they just came with me.

"JJ I ain't in the mood for this" I grunt as I try to kick and thrash at him. He could easily overpower me, we both knew it, but what was the fun in that. He knew I enjoyed trying to assert my dominance, as much as he enjoyed dominating me.

He slaps me hard on my bare thigh and hisses at me "That's for kicking at me". I buried my face as I let out a small moan, hoping he didn't hear it or see the way it soaked my panties. I still wasn't ready to give in, but the fire in my veins was raging. Before I could move, he reaches over me and grabs my shorts and panties, and yanks them both down my legs and tosses them.

"JJ, I swear to God - " I yelp mid sentence as JJ smacks my ass hard, leaving a red hand print. Then leans over me rubbing my cheek to help with the sting.

"You swear what, hmm love?" he teases me in my ear. He stands back up and sits down, hands wrapped around my ankles, attempting to pull my legs over his lap. I am still squirming and thrashing around.

"Stop squirming and being a brat, dammit!" he growls at me smacking my ass again. "You're only making this harder on yourself" I involuntarily let out a moan and feel my hole clench around nothing. I had slowed down enough, his hand wraps around the back of my neck and his other arm wraps around my thighs like a vice grip. I am literally bent over his lap and can't do anything, but squirm a bit. I was getting winded and the fight was getting knocked out of me. He adjusted his arm, effectively pushing my red tinged butt into in the air.

"Is this what you wanted, did you just need a spanking from daddy?" he questions, "Cause from the way you soaked your panties and are dripping down your leg, that's the outcome you wanted." He lets up on his vice grip and I feel him slide his hand between my thighs and pull causing me to gasp as cool air hits my wet hole. I feel his fingers start to run through my folds. I swallow a moan as the fire in my veins starts raging.

"I think 20 slaps are deserved for your brattiness today." he sternly says, "what do you think, princess, hmm?" He continues to rub my wetness around my folds never quite hitting my clit. I stay silent, using the silent treatment against him. I want to growl and moan at the same time. Against my will, I start to move against his fingers, trying for more. He slaps my pussy, making me cry out.

"I asked you a question" he growls. "I can keep this up all day, love."

"Yes!" I huff out.

He smacks my pussy again, drops of my arousal flying through the air.

"Yes what?"

"Yes daddy!" I huff out

"Count for me and don't mess up or we start back at one." He murmurs.

He smacks my cheek hard, I bite my lip and grunt "One." He smacks my other cheek, I feel the back of my eyes start to burn, "Two." He smacks the first cheek again, I let out a small whimper, "Three". He continues to smack my ass, switching cheeks after each one. When done, I am in tears, sniffling, biting and gripping the sheets for dear life.

He gets up and rolls me gently over, laying between my legs, then reaches up and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. "Are we gonna give daddy anymore problems today" he gently asks, as he looks into my eyes, nuzzling his nose against mine.

"No." I whimper out looking back at him, with big doe eyes, tears still in the corners.

"Aww baby I tried to give you warnings, but you wouldn't listen." He mewls as he starts to kiss my tear soaked cheeks. One hand reaching down to rub my hip and thigh lovingly.

"I know," I sputter "I just been in a shit mood all day and I don't know why. Then work was horrible, dealing with kooks harassing me the whole time. I just couldn't help it. "

He brushes some hair off my forehead, chewing on his lip, as if having an internal debate.

"Well I shouldn't ask this, since you were just punished, but you want daddy to make you feel better?" he asks with a little grin.

"Mhmm, please"

He smirks and leans down, kissing me gently, his hand moving from my hip to snake up my stomach, leaving goosebumps in it's wake, and pinch my already hardened nipple. He breaks the kiss for a second to pull my shirt over my head and immediately reattaches his lips to mine forcing his tongue into my mouth. His hand reaches behind my head to grip my hair causing my to tilt up, giving him more access. What was a gentle kiss had turned into a hungry, tongue dominating, teeth clashing kiss that was making my toes curl and forget all about my stinging ass. I let out a whine as I kiss him back just as hungrily.

I desperately start to pull at his shirt, wanting it off, letting out whines and whimpers as he continues his assault on my lips. Desperately needing air, I pull back from the kiss and he starts to place open mouthed kisses down my jaw and neck.

"You have too many clothes on, daddy" I moan out. I hear him chuckle as uses the hand that was on my boob, reaches behind his head, grabs his shirt and pulls it off. His hand going back to its previous spot. I groan loving the feel of his back muscles beneath my hands. His mouth finds a new home on my other tit, sucking and nibbling, until I was pushing my hips up to meet him.

"Is my baby girl a little needy?" he teases as he kisses down my stomach.

"Yes, need more"

"Daddy's got you, I am gonna make you forget all about your shitty mood..." he kissed a trail from hip to hip and then settles on his stomach between my thighs. He uses his fingers to spread me open, blowing gently on my hole, sending a wave of electricity through my system.

"Please daddy!" you gasp grabbing his hair, trying to pull him toward you.

JJ places an open mouthed kiss on you and begins running his tongue through your folds. "God baby you have the sweetest pussy on the whole damn island." he rasps as he starts sucking your pearl. You know you aren't going to last long, the fire running through you going straight to your core. Without letting up his assault on your clit, he slips a finger in and immediately curves it to that sweet spot that will leave you in tremors.

"Fuck!" you gasp out, throwing your head back deeper into the bed, grabbing his hair and holding him to you. He adds another finger and speeds up pumping his fingers in and out of you, your arousal juices running down his fingers and hand, being slung all over your thighs. That familiar pain settles in your core telling you that you were on the edge.

"I'm cum-" you start to gasp, but it turns into a scream as you topple over the edge. JJ removes his fingers and moves mouth to slurp the juices spilling out of you.

JJ sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of hand, "We're not done yet princess" he drawls as he grabs my hips and flips me on my stomach. He rubs my red ass and then puts in the prone position, laying down on top and wrapping his arm around me neck.

Without any warning, he thrusts into me all the way, letting out a groan and starts pounding into me. I grab his biceps and bite him to muffle my scream, the burn from him stretching me almost too much. JJ hisses "Easy baby".

The pain doesn't last long and I become a moaning mess, letting out "uh-uhs" every time he slams into me. JJ's essence is all around me. I can smell salt water, weed and mint. I feel the warmth of his body all over me as he lays on top of me, his sweat mixing with mine as our bodies rub together. The strength of his arm around my neck, so strong, yet so gentle and never hurts me. His other hand on my hip, gripping me to the position he wants. I consume it all into my senses, like a hungry wolf.

"Fuck baby you taking me so good, so fucking tight" JJ moans in my ear. As he speeds up, arm squeezing tighter around my neck, I can hear little grunts and whines coming from him. "Jesus fuck, princess, I love you" he babbles in my ear.

"I love you too, daddy" I grunt out.

JJ pulls my butt up and hits my G-spot, making me cry out. I use one hand to grab the headboard and the other hangs on to his bicep for dear life. My vision starts to go blurry as I see stars every time he hits that spot. I can feel my orgasm building as he slams into me.

"Daddy I am close" I moan out.

"Cmon baby, let go for me" JJ whispers as his hand moves from hip to my clit. He starts vigorously rubbing figure eights on it, helping me reach my high. I feel his thrusts start to stutter, can tell he is getting close too.

"Be a good girl for daddy and cum all over my cock" he rasps out placing his forehead between my shoulder blades.

The praise was all it took for my orgasm to hit like freight train and cause me to clench around JJ, screaming to God and Jesus as the pleasure rushed over me in waves. There is a ringing in my ear, I see stars, and I feel the gush of liquid rush out of me all over my thighs.

"O fuck babe, gonna -shit- rip my -o fuck- dick off" JJ stutters out. He lets out a loud groan as thrusts in me and stills. I let go of the headboard and reach behind me to grab his head holding it close to me.

JJ continues to slowly thrust in me, riding out highs out, then collapses on top of me. My legs are shaking and I am gasping for breath. He takes a minute, catching his breath, then starts leaving kisses along my shoulder blades. He slowly slides out of me and attempts to get up, I let out a whimper and hold tight to his arm.

"I'm not go anywhere baby" he softly chuckles. "Just moving over to the side so I don't smush you."

I weakly turn over on to my back and JJ is on his side, head on his hand, elbow bent, looking down at me. He reaches up and pulls my hair off my sweaty face. He leans down and gives me a sweet kiss.

"Feeling better princess" he smirks down at me.

I smile, a little wobbly, and whisper "Yes." I pause and and bite my finger, look up at him mischievously "I think my shit mood is gone now"

He bursts out laughing, grabbing me for a hug, "God you're gonna be the death of me."

We both hear John B from the living room yell, "Are y'all finally done fucking?"

[cryptidcorners]

Hi! Could I request literally any kind of story with protective Mike (from the FNAF movie). It really doesn't matter in what sort of context it is, I just want some protectiveness. Thank you so much in advance!

~ Mike Schmidt x Reader ~

= Title: Sheild

= Character: Mike Schmidt

= Media: Movie!Five Nights At Freddie's

= Prompt: N/A

= Description: During a coffee break, Mike notices you look more worried than normal. In reality, a former friend of yours is on the same floor as you, and the troubles you faced with them drive you away from Mike. It isn't until they finally approach and you see a different side of him.

= Request: "Hi! Could I request literally any kind of story with protective Mike (from the FNAF movie). It really doesn't matter in what sort of context it is, I just want some protectiveness. Thank you so much in advance!"

= Tags: Fluff ! Small Angst? Mall Setting, Protective Mike, Sweet Talk, Platonic (with Slight Romantic Implications? It's up for you to decide !), Affection, Cute Ending + Reader is !GN

= Warnings: Slight Stalking? (Reader has a Former Friend who approaches them (!GN)), Some Tension + Anxiety/Worry + No Spoilers, Really!

"Is something wrong?" Mike's curious tone had fished you out of your softened paralysis. In a flash, your eyes flicked upwards. You had forgotten where you were due to your gaze being on someone else. "What? Oh, sorry." Your palms sunk around the design of your coffee cup, and with its heat bleeding around your fingertips, you promptly pulled away.

"Sorry," you echoed. "I dozed off."

Even the busy foreground of the mall couldn't hook your mind. You weren't trying to be rude, or ignore Mike on purpose, but you couldn't stop thinking about them. Your lips twisted into a frown.

"Everything okay?" His face softened with concern. Even with that, you still looked around as if you were dazed. That's when he connected the dogs and reluctantly spilled a: "Is somebody bothering you?" Mike's throat strengthened. He didn't even have a set response but his shoulders were already peaking.

"Maybe," you sighed. Your warm hand fell to your cheek. His face fell and you quickly brushed it off. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Mike was getting antsy in his seat. "You can tell me who they are. I'll tell them to go, I mean, I am a guard. It's what I do, you know?" As if to showcase his title, he sat up, expressing his "security" symbol running across his light uniform. That brought you some ease. Sort of.

Then you felt his hand on yours, grasping it protectively. "Please? Tell me who it is." Mike asked, "I don't want you to feel this way." Would it be wrong to tell him? The character orbiting in your mind had not hurt you per say, but you had history. It hurt too much to see them.

You sighed and gave him a reassuring grin. Your eyes were still on Mike, "It's okay, I know I'll be fine with you here."

Mike pulled away shyly. He could defend you easily, but he still had to make sure he knew. Before you could speak after a sorry sip of your coffee, a dreadful buzz crawled out of Mike's radio. Rapid, low-quality chatter. Mike looked like a lost animal, and hesitated to leave. But, he had a duty. "Damnit, I gotta go. I'll see you later?"

"Right, right. Bye," you awkwardly waved. You felt ridiculous. You were so focused on somebody you used to know while having a brief coffee date with your friend. It was hard to ever grab a seat with Michael, and you managed to mess it up.

Your disappointed expression rested on your face with a soft groan. Stupid.

"Hey there." A familiar voice made you feel like a fish out of water. Your attention flew upwards. You shuttered, "Hey?"

Internally, you were panicking. The same person you were shivering over was now looming over your shoulder. They must have waited until Mike had left. Damnit.

You were trying to pull away from their conversation. You both had left on bad terms, and it felt uncomfortable how sweet they were. There was nothing kind about them at all. And you knew it.

"I should really go," you finally declared. You attempted to pull out of your seat, but a sudden force stopped you. They grabbed your arm.

"But it's only been a few minutes, come on."

"I really want to stay, but I need to go." You said nervously. They didn't budge.

Anxiety began to grow, and your mouth was sewed shut. You completely drowned away everything they were saying until you heard a vicious: "Get off!" from Mike.

He gripped their shoulder and pulled them aside. Mike sucked his teeth and swore under his breath, "They want you to leave. So, fuck off."

"I don't think you understand, sir. We know each other." They protested.

Mike's gaze grew into something stormy, "Leave. Or I'm calling the rest of security." As soon as your follower squirmed out of his grip, Mike walked over and shielded you away. They apologized, making up a silly excuse as to why they were holding on to you. Mike didn't buy it and snapped again. You were left alone, drowning in relief.

"Are you okay? Look at me." Mike quickly discarded his hard expression, his eyes were already calm with longing. "They didn't hurt you right? I'll find them, I have good memory, I-" he was holding you. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"it's okay. It's okay. Mike, I'm fine." You answered. "You protected me, and that's all I can ask for."

He was still worried, so he felt the need to pull you aside, talking to another floor just in case. Mike released a heavy exhale, forbidding himself to let go of your hand. "I can give you a ride home,"

"You don't have to."

"I can pay for a ride,"

"Mike."

"You can stay near me too, I don't-"

"Michael." Your tone hardened. Mike's attention veered towards you once again. "You don't need to worry." Your were hands softly wrapped around his, "I'll be okay as long as you're here."

"Okay." Mike's demeanor relaxed at the sight of you. "Just . . . tell me when someone is wrong. I don't want you to get hurt."

"You got it." It felt strangely intimate. You had never been so close with him. You did have a habit of shielding away your hardships, but now, it felt wrong to hold it away. Especially from Mike. "It won't happen ever again."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

[hsangel64]

what about the plans we made?

pairings: ellie williams x bsf!reader

summary: hanahaki disease is no joke

warnings: angst angst angst, use of y/n, no happy ending whoops, suicide and death

a/n: if you don’t know what hanahaki disease is it’s a japanese fictional disease people suffer from when they experience unrequited love. i tried to do a lot of my research so i hope i don’t butcher this completely! sorry i didn’t have this out sooner i just kinda went crazy with this-

you didn’t even know when it started it’s been so long. you’ve know ellie ever since she came to jackson, you both were 14 and you had been found after your mother had been bitten. you were alone and afraid so maria and tommy took you in. it had only been a couple of months after that ellie arrived with joel. you two had instantly hit it off and were attached at the hip after that day. you two would spend every second together and you slowly grew feelings for her.

you two were almost 18 when you met dina. that’s when you and ellie stopped seeing each other all the time. while she got closer to dina she got farther away from you. she stopped spending the night every day, she stopped having dinner with you, she stopped coming to friday night movies with you. she stopped being there completely. that’s around the time you started to feel sick. you felt the growth in your body slowly taking over. you started coughing up blood and felt your throat slowly start to close as the vines grew more and more each time you saw ellie laughing with someone who wasn't you. it got even worse when you finally got the guts to ask ellie for a movie night.

you had seen her by the stables surprisingly not with dina so you approached and decided to ask her about a movie night.

"hey els."

"hey what's up!" you internally rolled your eyes at her, how could she be so nonchalant about seeing me after weeks.

"so we haven't had a movie night in a bit i was thinking-"

"hey babe." you were cut off with dina coming up behind ellie kissing her on the cheek. you throat felt so itchy, it was slowly starting to get harder to breathe.

"hey you ready to go?"

"as ready as i'll ever be!" you felt sick you couldn't stand here and watch this anymore so you didn't say a word and left them behind. you looked back when you were far enough and it didn't even look like ellie noticed you left. you felt heavy your throat burning, the urge to cough. you sped up back to your house but bumped into someone.

"woah hey kiddo you okay?" shit it's joel.

"yeah yeah i'm okay." you scrambled to get up and try to walk past joel to get home, but he stopped you.

"hey hey what's up kiddo?" you couldn't hold it in any longer and you coughed up into your hand. you tried to wipe your hand before joel saw any blood but he was quicker than you.

"what the...y/n we gotta get you to the infirmary now."

"no no i'm okay i promise." you managed to slip out of his hold and you ran as quickly as you could to your house. once you got in you slid down the door and realized what had happened. dina called her babe, why didn't she tell me they were together? why am i feeling this way and what do i do about it? you stayed in that position for what felt like forever, staring at the wall. maybe you should go to see a doctor.

i don't wanna talk right now

i just wanna watch TV

i'll stay in the pool and drown

so I don't have to watch you leave

i put on Survivor just to watch somebody suffer

maybe I should get some sleep

sinking in the sofa while they all betray each other

what's the point of anything?

...

you stayed in your home the rest of the night ignoring the knocks from, who you assumed was joel. you spent the night on your couch with tons of bloody tissues around you. you sat and watched all the movies you and ellie loved. you didn't want to sulk for the rest of the night and wanted to figure out what was going on, so you got up and threw on a light jacket and your sneakers. you threw your hoodie on and made your way to the infirmary. you made sure that someone was in there and thankfully julien the head nurse was in the small office. you made your way inside and greeted her.

"hi julien."

"oh hey y/n, is there something wrong?"

"yeah i need some help."

ellie was at the tipsy bison with dina and jesse not having a care in the world. she couldn't stop thinking about how good her life felt right now. she watched dina dance with jesse with everyone else and couldn't get over how perfect this felt. her thoughts got interrupted by joel touching her shoulder.

"oh jesus joel you scared me." she jumped a little.

"hey kiddo i need to talk to you. it's important."

"uhh yeah what's up?"

"can we talk outside?" she nodded and he led her outside. the door opened and the small gust of wind sent a shiver down her spine, the cold air making her shiver as she only wore a flannel and didn't bring a jacket.

"so...?"

"it's about y/n." she gave him a small look of confusion.

"what about her?"

"ellie she's sick...."

"okay maybe you can give her some medicine and maria can make her that soup! you know it always helps and feels so good when you eat it-" he stopped her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"ellie this is serious not just some cold do you know anything she ran away from me today after i asked."

"um no i don't it's only been a couple of days since we last hung out."

"it's been more than a couple of days kiddo." she let out a small laugh and looked at him confused once again.

"what do you mean we just hung out..." she thought for a second, when was the last time they'd hung out? they fell into silence for what felt like forever until joel spoke up.

"it's been months kiddo, at least from what i've seen."

"has it really..." he nodded and her head stayed towards the ground. she really couldn't believe it was that long. you two had been best friends for years and never spent a day apart, what happened?

"when i saw her today she coughed up blood...i didn't know what to do and then she ran away on me. I knocked at her door multiple times but she locked the door so i couldn't go in and check on her."

"sh-she was coughing up blood?" she was horrified and felt frantic.

"she looked really sick, her skin was pale and she looked like she had gotten a little bit skinnier."

"joel i-i gotta go" she was shaking and needed to go see you. she pushed past joel and ran towards your house. she didn't feel cold anymore, her body was hot and she felt like she was going to explode. she knocked and knocked at your door and got no response, she was getting even more worried and tried to open your door.

"damn it." she remembered she had a spare key to your house so she ran over to her house and scrambled with her own keys. she was shaking so much that she dropped the keys on the ground cursing at herself to pull it together. she finally got it open and ran to search for the spare keys, she couldn't remember where she had placed them. ellie had a key holder that joel made her but she never used it, usually she would throw her keys anywhere when she would get home.

ellie felt herself start to breathe a little heavier as she searched and searched. she went to her desk and scanned all her drawers. as she was searching she came across some polaroid's of you she had taken. she stopped herself and scanned over the photos. it was a picture of you she had taken one day when you two had gone out during spring to a small meadow to have a picnic.

…

“hey look at those birds.” you pointed at the majestic bird in front of you guys. ellie genuinely couldn’t take her eyes off of you, you had this beautiful sun dress on that ellie found for you.

“he’s massive ellie take a picture !!” you shook her and she laughed at you as she took the polaroid of the bird. you stared at her whilst she took the picture, she wore a black tank top and some blue jeans with a flannel a top. she looked so good you couldn’t get over it. you wanted to kiss her.

“here look.” ellie showed you the picture she had taken.

“woah wait look!” ellie made you look towards the water to look at a couple of birds so she could get a picture of you. she loved taking pictures of you, she had a whole collection in a box inside of her drawer.

“hey don’t do that!” you swatted ellie’s hand after you heard the click of the camera.

“what ! i didn’t do anything!” she laughed and you snatched the camera out of her hands. she stopped you and grabbed you to pull you under her on the blanket. you both stopped and stared at each other, your breathing started to quicken as you felt ellie just above you inches away from your face. you felt her breathe on your lips, with her being this close you were able to fill examen her face. her freckles were your favorite part of her face. her eyes were a perfect shade of green, bright as is but even brighter in the sun. for what felt like forever being in this position ellie got up and moved away from you.

“oh! i made you something!” ellie exclaimed and grabbed a small box out of the basket you guys brought. she opened it and you gasped.

“chocolate covered strawberries?! how’d you even get the chocolate!”

“it took a lot of trading but it was worth it.” she smiled at you and and went to grab one out for you. you opened your mouth and she shook her head and laughed. her hand reached up to feed you said strawberry.

“mmm omg these are so good els try it!!” she smiled at you and took a bite.

“i did pretty good.” you both smiled at each other and spent the rest of the day in each other presence talking about anything and everything.

…

you had just came back from seeing julien and we’re in shock. you felt so much different after what she had found. she took some manual x-rays of you and found flowers growing inside of you. she knew exactly what it was and was concerned for you. hanahaki disease is what you had. it made sense, how you felt every time you saw ellie with dina. your throat closed slowly over the course of a couple of years. what concerned you most was what she had told you.

“you only have a couple of months y/n you either have us do this surgery and forget anything about ellie or get her to love you back those are your only options.”

you couldn’t believe it. you had a couple of months, two months left to either forget ellie forever or….well die. you had gotten back into your house and took your shoes off. you froze in front of the door not fully knowing what to do, you were going to die in two months how would anyone react to that?

you decided you weren’t going to spend it this way and you were going to write everyone a letter and spend your last two months with everyone you loved. once in your room you got to work.

…

it had been exactly a month since that night and ellie never got the courage to come see you again. she was worried about you but never saw you outside of your house. she would even stalk your door sometimes by her own to see if you come out. she tried to watch the gates at times to see if you were leaving on patrol when she wasn't assigned. she had gone to check the patrol sheets after a couple of weeks and you weren't even on it. ellie had gone to ask joel but all he told her was that she had asked for a different job. so her next best option was to ask maria.

"hey maria."

"oh hey ellie, want to help me feed the horses?"

"yeah of course i just need to ask you a question really quickly."

"shoot!"

"so i was wondering what job y/n had now? i just hadn't seen her on patrols..."

"she didn't tell you?"

"tell me what?"

"she's been on bed rest for the past few weeks."

"what? what happened?" she put her hand on her shoulder and led them away from everyone by the stables.

"maria what's wrong?" ellie's voice was shaky.

"she's really sick, she won't tell us what's wrong but we don't know how long she can keep this up." ellie was terrified she didn't know what to say, she had to go see you immediately. she thanked maria and ran straight for your house. she was breathing hard and the breeze was cold on her face as she ran. she felt tears running down her face. for what felt like forever she got to your house and saw joel and tommy talking outside.

"woah hey kiddo- calm down what's wrong?"

"i need to see her now." joel nodded and moved out of the way of the door.

"she's sleeping so you have to be quiet." she nodded and walked upstairs to your room. her heart was beating it felt like it was going to come out of her chest. she walked slowly up the familiar stairs she used to walk up and down everyday. her hands were shaky as she walked up the steps, nervous to see what you had looked like now. she made it towards your room and her hand was hovering over the door knob. there's no stopping now.

ellie opened the door and saw you laying on the bed, she threw her hand over her mouth, you looked almost lifeless laying there in bed. the tears in her eyes streaming down her face. she slowly made her way towards the chair at your bedside and gently grabbed your hand.

"hi honey." she paused for a second trying to keep herself together.

...

ellie was in love with you but couldn't come to terms with telling you. like every love story between two best friends, they both were scared and couldn't bare to lose each other. she took pictures of you, she took care of you when you were sick or when you had gotten hurt during patrol. she would talk about you all the time to joel and joel would proceed to tell her to just tell you that she was in love with you.

it all changed when she met dina. ellie didn't know the harm she caused you, she didn't know the damage she would cause after months. her and dina would hang out the same way you two would, except she and dina became official and you stayed on the sidelines. ellie was in love with dina and fell out of love with you. ellie still had love for you, just not enough.

she stayed with you everyday and every night after that day. you two weren't all the way back to normal but ellie was trying. she still hadn't gotten you to open up fully about what was going on but you seemed to get a little better. that was until ellie came back with dina one time to visit you, you started to feel worse and stayed in the bathroom most of the time as you threw up full flowers now and small branches. you could hear them talking about you outside and it made you feel even more sick.

"dina i'm just so worried about her."

"i know babe i'm sure she will be okay soon."

"she was just getting better....what if- fuck what if she dies dina."

"hey hey lets not think like that okay?" you could hear ellie start to softly sob and you felt terrible. how the hell were you going to tell her? you had to tell her soon.

you got up from the bathroom floor and made your way out the door. you felt so weak your legs could barely hold you up. you tried to walk back to the bed but your legs gave up on you and you fell. ellie and dina stood up immediately to attend to you. ellie grabbed you and pulled you up into her lap. you felt sleepy and delirious.

"hey hey you're okay honey." she soothed you. you felt tired.

“els…”

“i’m here it’s okay.” she sounds scared, i don’t like making her scared.

“i don’t feel good ellie.”

“i know i know dina’s getting julien stay with me okay?” you could barely see her, your eyes felt heavy. you could hear the strain in her voice. she was crying.

“it’s okay i love you so much.” was the last thing you heard before you saw all black.

…

when you passed out ellie was terrified. she was screaming for dina and joel. joel heard her from next door and ran as quick as he could. he saw her holding you and he was horrified with the scene in front of him. he helped ellie pick you up and set you on the bed after he did that julien and a couple other doctors ran into the house with dina. they rushed to your bedside and told ellie and joel to step out of the room for space.

“no no i won’t leave her alone.”

“please ellie we need space.”

“no let me stay please!” she stayed put in her chair next to you. she saw julien look up at joel and nod. joel then grabbed ellie to drag her out of the room.

“NO NO PLEASE!! LET ME STAY PLEASE!!” she screamed as joel dragged her out, as the doctors closed the door ellie stopped scrambling in his arms and turned to hug him.

“joel i can’t”

“i know i know kiddo she’ll be okay.” he soothed her as she cried. he felt his own tears form in his eyes. he loved you as his own, he didn’t want to see you go. he was so scared. they both stayed like that for what felt like forever and ellie seemed to calm down a bit so he took her downstairs and had her lay down on the couch. he knew she hadn’t gotten much sleep so he made her some tea and had her drink it to help her fall asleep. dina had come down to lay with ellie on the couch.

no words were exchanged between the three of them. just silence. until it was soft snores between all three.

…

ellie didn’t sleep much. her body wouldn’t allow her to because of the awful feeling she had in her stomach. she waited for a couple of hours till they were done. julien stayed in the room but the others sent her up to see you. she walked in and you were awake but you looked dead almost.

“hey ellie.”

“hi honey.” she was pained to see you like this.

“ellie have a seat we need to talk to you.” julien sent a small smile to ellie and pointed to the seat next to your bed. she nodded and sat down.

“is everything okay?”

“y/n has a disease called hanahaki disease. it’s a disease that is caused by unrequited love, i know it sounds silly but that’s what it is.”

“okay…” ellie looked confused she didn’t understand what julien was saying.

“the only two options she has is to get a surgery but it will make her forget all about this person, or she gets this person to fall in love with her but she doesn’t have much time. what’s going on in her body is these flowers that are growing inside of her that’s why she’s coughing up blood and she’s gotten to the point that she’s coughing up full flowers. y/n doesn’t have much time left”

ellie was shocked to say the least she didn’t know how to react and felt sick.

“so we need to get this person. who is it honey?” you and julien looked at each other and she nodded at you.

“it’s you ellie.” she felt her world come crashing down. she was the cause of this, she made you sick just because she couldn’t come to terms with being with you and fell in love with dina instead.

“get the surgery.”

“no.”

“why not! i don’t care if you forget me you aren’t dying.” you felt so sick. listening to her tell you to get the surgery instead of some miracle that she loves you was enough to get your heart racing more than it should be.

“i’m not getting the surgery ellie.”

“please you have to.” you two were sobbing together.

“i’m not ellie. im sorry.”

“no no please you can’t die i won’t let you.”

“you don’t love me ellie.” she didn’t know what to say, julien left to give you guys some space but it stayed silent. ellie didn’t say anything which made you feel worse. you weren’t going to live to see tomorrow you knew that. you were dying today and you were okay with that.

“els i don’t feel good.”

“no please you can’t be leaving me.” she yelled for julien to come back and told her to bring everyone in.

“ellie i have a letter for you. i have one for everyone.” she nodded and you told her it was on your desk.

everyone was in tears in the room. as they read their letters. you knew you wouldn’t live this one through. ellie didn’t read her letter yet she didn’t want to believe you weren’t going to be here anymore. julien took checked your heart and it was very slow you were slowly dying.

“i hate to say this but you need to say your goodbyes now.” ellie’s heart was beating a million miles a minute. they all said their goodbyes but tommy’s goodbye was one of the hardest things she’s had to see.

“hey pumpkin…i wish we had more time together i really do. i love you so much since the day we found you. you were a blessing to our family and i’m sorry we couldn’t help you. i’m sorry it had to be like this.” he had to pause because he got choked up. he kissed you on your forehead and stayed there for a little as you both cried with each other. joel had to turn the other way he couldn’t bare see this. ellie was sitting down with her hands in her hair as dina was comforting her. maria was behind tommy crying with you two.

“we love you so much and we are so proud of everything you have done. you have blessed this earth with your presence and we’re truly sorry you couldn’t keep you beautiful presence here. you truly outshined people and was a big ball of sunshine in a crowded dark room. we will miss you so much we love you pumpkin.” tommy was holding your face whole time wiping all your tears away. they both gave you a kiss on the forehead and moved over so ellie could come back.

ellie said so much without actually saying anything. you knew what she meant when she looked at you. you felt at peace and you were ready.

“i’m sorry i’m so sorry honey i love you so much and i’ll see you when i see you. i wish it didn’t have to be like this you’re my everything we have been through so much and i don’t even know what to say. i cant think of living without you. i’m sorry.” she broke down and knew it was time.

“i love you ellie please take care of yourself.” you felt your heart rate drop more and more with each word. ellie didn’t say anything but everyone knew it was time. your chest slowly stopped moving up and down. you smiled at ellie and stopped moving. julien slowly closed your eyes.

“no please. PLEASE NO!!” hearing ellie’s screams were haunting. she screamed for you to come back as she grabbed you and hugged you close to her chest. you felt so cold already and she hated how lifeless you felt as she held you. she screamed so much everyone that had left the room could still hear her and we’re devastated.

…

they had buried you with a beautiful headstone. ellie chose it. they had a candle lit for you and everyone in town came. everyone was crying as ellie, tommy and joel gave speeches about you. it was the most emotional night for everyone.

don’t know where you are right now

did you see me on TV?

i'll try not to starve myself

just because you're mad at me

and I'll be in denial for at least a little while

what about the plans we made?

…

“if we don’t find anyone when we’re older let’s just marry each other.” you told ellie. you two were sitting on the roof watching the stars.

“i like that idea i think we would be a cute old couple.” you both smiled at each other and shook on it.

“you better keep to this promise.”

“i will i don’t think anyone would be able to handle me anyways.”

…

it’s been a month since and ellie visited your grave everyday. her and dina broke up but it was mutual and dina stayed by her side for everything. ellie just wasn’t okay to stay in a relationship. she never read your letter until tonight. she was in her bed watching some movie she wasn’t fully interested in. she looked at her bedside table at the letter you gave her and she decided to read it. she opened it and unfolded the paper slowly preparing herself for what’s to come.

ellie was sobbing by the end of the letter. she can’t stand to not be with you anymore. she didn’t want to listen to you in the letter but she knows you would hate her if she didn’t. ellie had so much love you for and it was too late. she hated herself for it. ellie was still madly in love with you and she didn’t do anything about it. she felt terrible and apologized to you a million times. she didn’t want to be here anymore. she wanted to be with you. so she did.

on that day at 8:46pm the world lost another beautiful soul, but she was finally with you again.

…

a/n: WOAH this took forever because of work and i apologize but i just kinda kept going with this and i actually really love the outcome of it- i won’t lie i cried while listening to the song and writing this so hope you guys enjoy-

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Hey!!! first off I just wanted to say that ur fics make me go feral, like dude you have no idea they're just so soft and fluffy and awesomr and cool and yeah

I was also wondering if i could request something, prompt 10 "You broke somebody's nose for me?" "Of course, it was to defend your honor!" off the valentine's list, melissa asking reader and they're just al fluffy and cute nd yh

i have no idea if you're still doing these or taking requests, i couldn't find anything ab them being closed but if you're not that's totally cool

have an awesome day/night and thanks

There's that magic word again; feral. Honestly, I can't get enough of that reaction to my fic. *happy dance ensues*

This has taken a little longer to get out than I'd like, but I hope you like it. And please consider my requests/asks open unless I post otherwise...but please also be patient! It's not that I've forgotten about them, more life likes to get in the way.

Anyway, enough about me. More about you and your ask! I hope it ticks the cute and fluffy box and is at least in the direction of what you imagined.

~*~

You’re standing at the bar trying to catch the barman’s attention when you feel someone sidle up next to you.  

“So what does the M stand for?” 

It’s takes you a minute to realise they’re even talking to you until they reach out to touch the necklace you’ve been playing with. You startle at the unexpected touch and flinch back, only settling when familiar hands settle on your hips. 

“Mine,” smirks Melissa. 

You take a step further back from the random guy who’s now glaring at the red head. Ignoring him, you settle further back into her embrace as she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder.  

Catching the barman’s attention she orders both your drinks over your shoulder before pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

* 

Later that night, you’re sat at your table, waiting for Melissa to return from the bathroom, once again fiddling with your necklace. It’s a habit you’ve had for years, decades even. 

You smile as you recall how you came to have the little ‘M’ you now proudly wear. You had lost the one you used to always wear and had had since being a teenager. It was a simple pendant and not one of any monetary value, but it was familiar and comfortable. For days, you kept going to reach for it only for your fingers to brush empty skin and fall away in frustration. 

It had been movie night at Melissa’s and you had been cuddled up on the couch. They had become somewhat of a tradition for you both, taking turns about to pick the movie and the provide the snacks. Admittedly, the number of movies you actually watched together to the end were few and far between but you both enjoyed those nights all the same. Perhaps even enjoyed more. 

You hear the tinkling of her own necklaces as she toys with them but assume she’d just untangling them as she often does. It’s not until later in the movie that you feel her move your hair, securing a chain around your neck.  

Fingers finding the small charm settled against your chest you had lifted into your line of vision, smiling at the small ‘M’ dangling there. The subtle claim was not lost on you, nor was her nervous smile as you turned to press a kiss to her lips in thanks. 

You’re torn from your reverie by the same guy who approached you at the bar. He sidles up to your table, full of confidence and one too many drinks. 

“You want a real good night? How about you ditch grandma and come home with me?” 

“Excuse me?” you hiss, not quite believing he’s had the gall to say what he just did. “What did you call her?” 

“Oh, come on,” he says, flashing you a grin. “She’s not the worst looking, but she has years on you. There’s no way she can give you what you need.” 

That touches a sore spot. You know the age gap between you and Melissa plays on her minds at times. You hate that it does. Hate that she doubts herself for any reason. Hates that she sometimes doubts what you have together. “You need to stop,” you say, pushing yourself for her feet with the intention of collecting your bags and going to find Melissa and then a new place to drink. 

“Oh baby,” he grins. “I don’t stop, I don’t stop all. Night. Long,” he continues, stepping close and pressing himself against you. You’re not quite sure when you decide that the best response to that is bringing your fist to his face, or if there’s any real conscious decision to it at all. What you are quite sure of, however, is that the result it rather messy and has you escorted out by the bouncer.  

* 

Coming back from the bathroom Melissa finds herself thoroughly confused to find your table empty apart from the waitress cleaning up what looks like the rest of your drinks and...was that blood? She spots your coats and bags hanging still hanging off the back of your chairs, her frown only deepening. “What the hell happened?”  

“That idiot was talking trash about her girl, so she punched him,” came the no nonsense reply as the blonde nods in the direction of the guy from earlier. “Decent right hook too. Bouncer took her outside. Threw the wrong person out in my book.” 

The red head can’t help but smile as she grabs your things and heads outside where she finds you pleading with the bouncer to let you back in.  

“You broke somebody’s nose for me?” 

You turn away from the bouncer at Melissa’s voice and find her clutching your things, an odd expression on her face. “Of course,” you reply like it was obvious. It’s not like you consider violence the answer in many situations, but you’d do anything for the red head. “It was to defend your honour. And he was really pissing me off.” 

She smiles goofily at you. “You really punched someone for me?” 

“Yeah. My hand fucking hurts too,” you grumble, holding your injured hand gingerly. You’ve never punched someone in the face before. Never punched anyone anywhere before. You didn’t expect it to hurt so much.  

She pulls you in for a kiss, effectively halting any further complaints you have. “How about I go back in and get some ice for that then we can go home and I can thank you for defending my honour?” 

“You’re always full of good ideas,” you smile, enjoying the spark in her eyes as she drapes your jacket around your shoulders, careful of your injured hand.  

She chuckles, still wearing that same goofy smile. “Barb is never gonna believe it when I tell her it was you and not me that punched someone.” 

“You could just not tell her?” you suggest, already knowing you’re going to be in for a stern word or two if she does.  

“Oh sweetie,” says Melissa. “I hate to tell you but that hand is gonna bruise. She’s gonna know.” She gently lifts your injured hand and kisses you sore knuckles. 

“Yeah well,” you mumble. “At least she’ll know I stuck up for you.” 

“My hero,” she grins, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you.” 

“Even if my cage fighting career is over before it’s even begun?” 

“Especially because of that,” she smirks. “I don’t want that hand out of commission for any longer than it has to be.” 

[hotpinkboots]

Can you please do Yandere Emily (Corpse Bride) x fem reader?

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~Yandere!𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 x Fem!Reader Headcanons~

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HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN, DARLINGS!! This request won the poll, and I am SO happy that it did. This was honestly a challenge to write, Emily is so sweet that I couldn't figure out how to make her a yandere. You know a character is good when they're such a cinnamon roll you can't figure out a way to make them bad.

Summary: Emily has her dead heart set on a new lover.

Note(s): I wrote it as Emily and the reader already being married.

Warning(s): Clingy behavior, guilt tripping, insecurities, jealousy, soft yandere because Emily is incapable of doing bad things

~Enjoy~

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𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂

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~Emily is a very sweet lady, she could never do anything too terrible to you, or anybody else, for that matter.

~So, her actions as a yandere aren't very bad, if anything they're just annoying and manipulative.

~Emily never means to be manipulative, either. She'd feel terrible if she realized that she's trying to make you feel a certain way just so you comfort her.

~If you brought it to her attention, she'd be hurt at first, but after a moment of thought she'd realize you're correct, and would apologize for it.

~Girly literally was killed for her money and he didn't truly love her, that's why she needs extra attention and reassurance in a relationship.

~She's very doting, so much to where you can't get away from her.

~Emily's always there, somehow, and if she can't find you, then she's looking for you and calling your name.

~I once spoke about Emily's love for holding your hand. With Emily as a yandere, that headcanon is further amplified.

~Always holding your hand, and if you try to pull away, her skeletal hand will pop off and keep its hold on you. She's being playful, but it can grow repetitive after the first few times.

~Her attachment to you is very strong, and this can cause her to blow things out of proportion.

~If you need to go somewhere, even just to complete a simple task, Emily always asks if she can come with you.

~If she can't, she'll pretend to understand, but will think lowly of herself and wonder if you love her or not.

~Will sulk about it until you thoroughly reassure her.

~She can get jealous, not VERY easily, but it wouldn't be too hard for her to take something the wrong way.

~Seeing you admire a piece of clothing somebody is wearing, for example.

~Emily would take that as you looking longingly at somebody who isn't her.

~If she really thinks you love somebody else, she'll keep away from you for awhile and be upset about it.

~As a yandere, she's not as forgiving as she is in the movie, and can ignore you for a long time, even when you come to talk to her.

~Emily has insecurities about herself, such as thinking she's not good enough for you, and so you might find somebody better.

~But, she's also very trusting.

~You can avoid any misunderstandings by often telling her how much you love her, and using clear communication.

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[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Memories Are Blurry

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Eleven)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, baby fic, past abuse, past SA, childhood trauma, allusions to selling people, sexism (against omegas), drinking, mentions of murder, mentions of bombs, mentions of weapons, Dom's darker urges, Kells being playful, family talks, fears, hurt/comfort, blood, trying to sober up, movie time, edging, sexting, Kells being naughty, d/s dynamics, Dom being a dropped needy mess, teasing, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Dom was curled at the end of their sofa with his second cup of coffee and a blanket wrapped around him. He had eaten half a loaf of bread and a small bag of crisps just to sober up but it wasn't really helping. He could barely look at anyone else because he felt too embarrassed and he knew Tom was still upset with him. He wasn't supposed to binge drink but he really wasn't allowed tequila. Fuck. He'd have to buy the omega something. Or make him dinner. Maybe he could kill someone for him.

“So anyone gonna tell me why Dom's in the dog ‘ouse?” Blain asked from his spot on the other couch. He'd been wasting time watching tv but he could only keep preoccupied for so long when his parents were being weird in the same room.

“He's not.”

“He fucked up.”

“I fucked up.” Dom spoke at the same time as his mate and his brother and almost laughed that he and Tom were still so in sync. He was happy his lover forgave him already but he supposed it was only fair. He'd forgiven Colson a few unforgivable things. “I ain't allowed tequila but I got upset and drank anyways. Ya uncle deserves to be pissed.”

“Oh thank you for granting me permission you twat. I would be anyway. I'm not upset because you drank, I'm upset because you broke a bloody promise and you risked everything!” The photographer’s voice started rising and the Alpha winced. He was somehow still shitfaced and already hungover. “I get you're a sociopath but you're not allowed to lie to us. Don't fuck up again. Next time if your husband doesn't kick your arse I fucking will!”

Dom looked to his someday husband in question and smiled when the other man winked at him. He was sitting at the other end of the sofa holding their son and feeding him with a bottle even though he was shirtless and his pretty inked tits were so close. Yeah… Dom was still drunk and tequila always made him horny. “Sorry bruv. I swears I'll try ‘arder to do good. I were scared. You all deserve betters.”

“You add a lot of extra ‘s’s when you're drunk and you already put them where they don't belong.” Their older son laughed. “But alright, explain to me why you were scared. I've got a feeling it has to do wiv me.”

“Just a bit.” Kells huffed. He wanted to help but at the same time he couldn't help being a little snippy. He had already forgiven his mate and honestly it was a little adorable watching him drunk after he stopped trying to kill himself but there was a part of him still annoyed. He didn't understand how the killer broke after he'd tried so hard to show Dom they were together on this. He was there for him. They could handle anything if they were just together and his bitch ass partner tried to go off the deep end. Yeah, he was a little upset.

“Give him the book Dominic.” Tom demanded but Dom shook his head. He didn't even bring it out with him.

“We can jus’ talk. No one needs to-” He tried to explain but the omega was stalking away to retrieve it before he could finish his statement. He sighed deep and took another drink from his cup. The dark roast made him grimace but his lover rolled his eyes.

“At least you can have it. This little douchebag keeps me clean of all the fun shit don't you? Yes you do.” Colson didn't mean to use his baby voice in front of everyone but he was already exhausted. Their night had been perfect but they stayed up later than they should have and his day was already stressful as hell.

“Don't call Punk a douchebag. Ain't nice.” Dom hummed. It seemed like something they shouldn't start because they'd both grown up being insulted. Joking or not it might stick around and he wanted his boys growing up happy. As Tom walked back in wiping off the pages of the album Dom knew he might not be able to keep that wish with the older one. He wasn't sure if this would devastate the boy or not. It certainly had him.

“Nah, just has one for a dad.” Col teased, sticking his tongue out at his fiancé. He could tell he was nervous though and he reached over to pet his thigh.

Dom had to ignore the way his cock tried to fill at his lover's touch in exchange for the way his heart flipped when Blain took the book and started flipping through it. His hand dropped to cover Colson's and he squeezed. He wanted to playfully insult the other man back but he couldn't do anything but watch. Watch as the kid he took in and loved so much already came to realize they'd known each other a long time. Watch as Blain turned page after page until he saw the truth of their past. His stomach was in knots, his nerves a mess. It didn't take long but it felt like hours and when the boy was finished he closed the pages to set the album to the side. He sat back and looked at the ceiling for a moment, his eyes welling with tears. After a long pause he stood to walk over to their couch and took a seat next to Dom, leaning against his side.

“I should have known it was you. Nothing has ever comforted me like your scent.” The boy whispered. “So… you got drunk cause we was promised to wed? Am I tha' bloody disgusting to yas?”

“God no, I love you. You're amazing to me and I know we boff feel lucky as fuck to ‘ave you in our lives. But you me son, not me mate. You was never supposed to be tha’.”

“Ew. Fuck tha’. No offense.” Blain huffed.

Dom laughed and kissed the boy's hair but he still had to ask and he was terrified. The Alpha took a deep breath of his familiar family scent and made himself speak even though it hurt. “Do you remember… if anyfing ever ‘appened wiv us? Like bad? Or… ya know if you wanna talk about anyfing tha’ might ‘ave ‘appened to you at all. We ‘ere.” He wasn't good at the feelings thing. It didn't frighten him but he wasn't sure he was good at empathizing. It was a fuzzy spot for him as a sociopath but he had enough heart left inside him to love his family. He was reassured when his son didn't move away but he did feel a shift in his mood.

“I don't believe you did anything, no. A lot of people tried but… you was safe. If they tried anything wiv us… I don't remember. I jus’ remember being ‘appy every time they brought me to you. I remember running for yas and knocking you over.” He laughed softly. “But you'd giggle and pick me up. You always gave me wha’ever I wanted. You'd carry me all night if I asked. Sometimes I could only sleep next to you.”

Colson watched his boys bond and tried not to let himself get choked up. He didn't really have the hormone excuse anymore and he didn't want to cry in front of anyone. He was supposed to be a damn badass but how could he be with such sweetness around him? Everywhere he turned there were big puppy eyes and button noses. He was surrounded by shit to make him squee. He tried to keep his focus on the little one in his hold but he kept glancing over to make sure Dom didn't need him. He even checked on Tom and Mod and could tell the other omega was softening as he watched. He couldn't seem to stay upset with the Alpha any more than Col could. It wasn't fair.

“I love you too. I don't think you've said tha’ since we was kids.” Blain sighed. “I wouldn't ‘ave minded being given to you. We could ‘ave left together. I guess your dad's money weren't enough cause mine promised me to someone else. Some cousin. Wonder if we related too.”

“I don't know. We can look into it. So ya already knew you was promised to someone? He called me today.” Dom sighed though he knew he should explain it wasn't that simple. “Fucker tried to assasin- assass- assass-”

“Assassinate. He tried to assassinate you.” Colson chuckled. Dominic was holding it together surprisingly well for being so gone but he had trouble with some words anyway and he loved it.

“Tha’. Yeah he put a bomb on our car.”

“Our?”

Dom gave his mate a playful look and shook his head with a soft laugh. “Yes our. It didn't work and we talked for a few. He said he'll kill Cols and Punk if I don't give yas back and turn me'self over for killing the whole bloody mob. I never knew we was in a mob. Like ‘ow bloody weird is tha’?”

“You rambling. I assumed it was summat like tha’ but I didn't know for sure. I mean we ain't royalty tha’s for sure and it ‘ad to be one or the other.” The kid shrugged. “I'm sorry he's after you all for me. If you wanna give-”

“Don't even start. You're ours and you're not going anywhere.” Kells demanded. He wouldn't hear about trades or anything of the sort. Fuck that.

“Alright.” The young omega hid a bright smile against his adoptive father's shoulder. “You could give me a gun and send me in. I'll fix our problem since I started it.”

“The fuck you did. I slaughtered allllll ‘em bastards. I did. Me. Fucked ‘em all up. Pieces of ‘em everywhere. Blood- blood um… wha’ was I saying?”

“Tha’ you started it I fink. You was showing off about ya body count. Give me a few years and I'll be right wiv yas.” Blain grumbled. It probably wasn't something they should teach him or something they should tease about but they certainly weren't a normal family. They could teach him to do it to people who deserve to be hurt just like Dom disciplined himself. He didn't have to do terrible things with his urges. “I don't want anyone ‘urt because he wants me.” He whimpered softly showing a loving side was still so strong inside him. “I don't want Punk-”

“He won't get anyone. He's a fucking pussy! He built a piece of shit bomb and is probably a momma's boy little bitch. We could take him out in our sleep. Don't worry about any of us. We're supposed to worry about you kiddo.” Col tried to help.

“So wha’ do we do? How long do we have before he wants us?” The boy asked. He wasn't incredibly worried because he'd watched them both be terrifying multiple times already. He felt safe with his family but he didn't want to be the cause of new problems.

“A day. But I'll figure it out. Don't worry.” Dom soothed. He didn't have a plan yet but it shouldn't be too hard to deal with- as his mate had called the man- a pussy. He wrapped his arm around his son and held him close much in the way he did when they were young. “Since we all ‘ere why don't we watch a movie and relax? I fink we deserve a rest.” He met his mate's gaze and caught the raised brow. He had to just give him a smile back. He did need his lover but he needed his family too and it felt like Blain needed them. At least for a little while.

They let the boy pick the movie and got settled in. Dom had already finished his coffee so he was fidgeting with his free hand until he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He was getting a little lost in the film, Blain picked Saw which was one of his favorites and the traps always held his attention. When his phone vibrated again he pulled it free and opened it. He had to tilt it away from their kid so fast he fumbled and dropped it to his lap. He didn't remember his lover taking that picture of him but there he was caught in perfect clarity on his knees with Col’s cock in his mouth.

C: That's what you get for ignoring me🖕🏼

Dom swallowed hard and repositioned himself, trying to pull up one of his legs so his hard-on wouldn't be visible to the room. He glanced back at his partner and the other man was watching the movie as if he hadn't done anything. The Alpha was far too drunk for this shite.

D: I weren't. Was just watching the movie

C: I can see that. Whore. You get off on this?

Jade eyes went wide and Dom trembled. He didn't want to answer the wrong way but he wanted to be honest. He wasn't exactly turned on but his killings had started right around puberty when his hormones went wild. The two were inextricably linked. He got pleasure from murder and bloodshed but he wasn't sure he liked it in the way the other was asking. But they both knew he was always ready for sex after a kill.

D: I get off on you 🤤🥵

He chose the careful answer and he caught Colson covering a laugh with a cough. He was still feeling the effects of the picture his fiancé sent him and he felt saliva pool in his mouth. The phantom weight of the man's dick on his tongue was something he couldn't ignore and it all went straight to his knot. He'd committed to family time though. He couldn't break so easily and early.

C: You want to. You're dying for it aren't you? All that blood and pain and your weird ass version of justice is playing in that fucked up mind of yours. You're hard aren't you?

Dom had to swallow a whine. It wasn't fair how well his lover played him. He could feel the soft pressure of his pants and he fought not to grind up. It wouldn't help anything. He needed real relief.

D: Yeah

C: I know baby boy. All that booze swimming in your veins and everything is going to your dick. Can't even use it tonight. And now you're making yourself edge

D: not making. You is. Fucker. Wait I ain't using me dick? 👀

C: Nope. I'll be using mine. If you're a good bitch

D: well leave me alone and I can be

C: where's the fun in that?? 😉

Dom groaned low when another picture came through. It was from the same instance as the other, he could remember the night. Colson was teasing him, rubbing his cock along Dom’s ass and catching the head of himself against his hole. The picture showed him pink and open. Needy. Wet from Col’s precum. Bloody hell he wasn't going to last through the movie if his mate kept up but he knew that was the game. He had to prove himself after what he'd done earlier. He had to make it up to the man he loved and so fucking desperately craved.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 💛

A little more plot but I think we can all tell where the next chapter is going. Poor Dom doesn't know what he's in for. Colson is in a mood. No one seems worried about the not-so mysterious stranger, I guess we'll see if they should be or not. Hope y'all are ready for a very... Wet ride next chapter, and I hope you're all still enjoying this! 🖤❤️‍🔥

[sevikasangel]

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙- what would it be like to be asked to be their valentine?

including: vi, caitlyn, jinx, sevika.

— 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: fluff, f!reader, legal age gap, lowercase intended.

— 𝐚/𝐧: gotta love sweetheart aesthetic!

𝐯𝐢 ♡

you were a very close friend of vi's. you'd stuck around when she needed somebody the most. you were the only person she knew she could rely on ever since vander passed. no matter how many fights you had, how life treated you both, how many opposites against your friendship there seemed to be in the way. vi's feelings turned into something deeper a while ago. she realised she loved you after she had an awful day at work, and the only person she needed to see was you.

despite a recent fight you had over vi letting her stress get the best of her, she bought you your favorite fast food and a heart pin for your bag, you loved those accessories, she noted. you were surprised to see her sitting at your doorstep with some paperbags after you came back from work.

"cupcake, you're finally here...happy to see me? i...got you those fries and sandwich you like...with a cupcake! just like you... listen, i know i was bad to you and i said mean things. you can punch me in the face! go on! what you mean no? ok...then, forget the punching. (y/n)...(y/n). i don't know how to be lovey dovey and stuff but i am trying here. i like you. i really do. can i come in? we can eat this...and maybe i talk you into being my valentine."

𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 ♡

caitlyn slipped a lock of her long hair behind her ear as she anxiously tapped her foot against the wooden tiles of the hallway of your building. the enforcer sucked in a breath, glancing between the bouquet of white and red roses she'd ordered at the local flower shop. you both met at a local piltover festival while caitlyn was on duty. she helped you retrieve your stolen wallet and she'd been awestruck with you ever since. she knew you worked at a local cafe and she would always order her morning breakfast with you, sharing small conversations that meant a lot to her.

Caitlyn gathered enough courage to knock gently on your door. There is no turning back now, she thought to herself, as the monotonous sound of your footsteps began getting closer and closer until the knob turned, followed by the low creak of the door. And then your face emerged, your full body following. She couldn't help but smile. You were the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen.

"hello, (y/n). good afternoon! how are you? i am quite fine, too. better now, actually, after seeing you. oh, this bouquet? no, no, no, it isn't for me. i ordered it for you. i remember you told me you are fond of roses. they did remind me of you. so...would you like to go to the movies with me? amazing! and lastly...be my valentine, please."

𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐱 ♡

jinx spent the whole morning and afternoon preparing a surprise for you. she was your best friend, but the blue haired girl wanted to be so much more than that. she'd loved you for such a long time, but never felt courageous enough to ask you out. the voices would convince her that you would never feel the same for such a loser like her. but this time, after two years, she wouldn't waste another valentine away from the girl she loved.

she broke into your house while you were visiting your family and went straight into your bedroom to give you her gift and proposal: with her colour sprays and inventions, she painted your walls and drew on them with little doodles of hearts, adorable animals, you both in a beautiful garden...she also spread handmade gifts all over your room. your bed was covered in red dye with hearts and a monkey robot on top of it held a banner: "(y/n), i love you! be my valentine!"

"toots, ya finally came home! ya like your surprise!? don't look so dumbfounded, it's amazin'! it took me hoooours to finish. look at that lil spinning ballerina i made for ya! and the bed, so soft! aaaand...will you be my valentine!? i love ya, toots! i want you to be my girl and we will kaboom boom blah togetha'! wait...ya love me back! aaaaah, i told y'all, she is mine! now come lay on ya nice bed and we will cuddle, valentine!"

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 ♡

you were one of the girls who worked at babette's. though not as a stripper or a prostitute, you were a waitress, trying to make some money in order to survive in zaun. if you were lucky enough, you'd get some tips here and there from drunks who were hopeful to get under your pants. however, sevika was different. you felt no malice coming from her. silco's right hand woman was different from the men who could only see you as a piece of meat. she actually treated you with respect. the bare minimum, yes. but in zaun, the minimum was a lot.

sevika was fond of you. you were a woman who she felt something she couldn't quite get a grasp on towards. it was a weird sensation on her chest, seeing you. her heart would pump faster and she'd feel thrilled whenever you demonstrated to be impressed by a story she told. it wasn't that she didn't feel physically attracted to you. she did. oh, how she did...though it was more than that. and that persistent, unknown feeling annoyed her.

you were dead concerned when sevika showed up bruised and bloodied from a street fight with vi. she definitely didn't expect to have you on your stupid cupid costume at valentine's day to be patching her up and gently cleaning her wounds, inside a small spare room of the bar. the sounds of the muffled loud music and you humming to yourself were swirling around her head as she glanced at you, releasing a strained breath.

"listen, (y/n). i don't know how to do this shit and i think it's stupid, but be my valentine. that cupid costume would give me second hand embarrassment had it been in anyone else, but you look like an actual angel in that. what you laughing at? that isn't corny! i wanna take you on a date, but i am fucked up right now, doll. tomorrow i will pick you up at your place by seven o'clock, be ready. gonna take you somewhere nice, not this dump of drunks. you're special to me, really...i mean it. thanks for being here. you can always count on me too, sweetheart."

[corrodedbisexual]

Peanut Butter & Cheese

Steddie | T | ~3.5k | AO3 link

For @steddie-week day 1: Hunger / Pining / Somebody to Love by Queen

"It's kinda poetic, you know," Steve says when he's done with his sandwiches. "Two things most people wouldn't think belonged together, but… they actually do." "I know, right? Kind of like…" Eddie meets Steve's eyes and snaps his mouth shut, teeth clicking together. He looks away, shaking his head to let his hair fall forward and hide his face, but Steve could've sworn he caught Eddie blushing just the moment before that. "Never mind, it's stupid." OR: A late-night kitchen raid to satisfy Eddie's cravings and Steve's silly comment on their food bring forth some mutual realizations.

"So. Should we watch something?" Steve asks Eddie after he locks the front door and returns to the living room. "Or do you wanna go to sleep?"

Everyone's just left after their usual party movie night, and it's just the two of them in his house. Eddie and Steve. Two names that only a little while ago Steve wouldn't have believed even belonged in the same sentence, much less mashed together into a perfectly natural, familiar entity. Carved into his life as something normal, comforting. Something precious.

Eddie's been staying over after movie nights for several months now. It's not something they specifically arranged. One evening he was just too high to drive after they'd smoked together and asked if he could crash at Steve's place. And Steve, whose defenses were slowly evaporating along with the smoke he was exhaling, admitted how much he hated staying alone in his giant empty house. How it was especially unsettling the night after the whole party'd been there, filling it with lively conversations, laughter and warmth. 

So Eddie stayed. Slept on the couch, even though Steve offered him the guest bedroom, claiming his limbs were rubber and he couldn't possibly haul himself upstairs, and that Steve's couch was comfier than his own bed back home anyway. "It's like lying on a fluffy cloud, Stevie," he murmured, a smile half squished into one of the cushions.

The week after that, while everyone was gathering their stuff to leave, Eddie instead gathered their multiple pillows and blankets discarded all over the floor, built himself a very comfy-looking nest on the couch and settled into it with a grin. Steve ducked his head to try and hide the stupidly fond smile on his lips. He joined Eddie, who grinned even wider and tossed several pillows at him to make himself comfortable on the other end of the couch. 

For a moment, Steve thought things might get awkward. It was the first time it was just the two of them, completely sober, no joint or beer to ease them into a conversation. But, as it turned out, they didn't even need it. Eddie was surprisingly easy to be around, he'd crack jokes and ask Steve completely random, mundane questions like "what's your favorite color?", or totally weird ones, like "would you rather have one hundred duck-sized elephants or one elephant-sized duck?" And even when a silence fell between them, it was a comfortable one. They ended up talking way past midnight.

Just like that, week after week, Eddie kept staying over. They'd talk, watch movies, play Jenga, smoke or have beers, didn't matter what. Steve was grateful for the company, and it looked like Eddie really didn't mind spending this time together either. 

The nights Eddie wasn't there, which was six days out of the week, Steve always felt a little miserable. At first he just assumed he was feeling lonely. He wondered what that would be like, for real. To have someone in his house at all times. Someone to talk to every night, someone to laugh with at some stupid comedy movie, someone to greet him in the morning with a coffee cup shoved into his hands and a sunny smile. Preferably not sleeping on the couch, either, but in his bed, in his arms. 

Took a while for Steve to realize he'd stopped thinking of some random faceless girl in these scenarios. It was always about the person who was actually there with him, for one night of the week. 

The rest on AO3

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Okay, I know I haven't updated in awhile, but I couldn't stop thinking about Theo so I thought I'd try to finish this chapter.

So here's a sneak peek at the next chapter of "I Hear You're Looking For An Anchor"

Also I would really love some feedback. Is it too boring? Too ooc? I think I use too many proper nouns. Should I just stop writing this and work on something else?

Anyway, here's some more human!Theo and Liam being dumb in denial.

"Face of a Killer: LIAM"

“So, they’re burying the bodies. Do you know who’s doing it?” Mason asks as they leave history class. Liam could tell he’d been itching for information since last night. The whole thing feels so surreal. He was worried something big was coming.

Liam shakes his head as they walk down the hall together. “No, Scott’s figuring it out,” he sighs. “He told me not to worry about it.”

“Then don’t. Look, why don’t you come out to Sinema with me tonight?”

“Do you really think a movie night is a good idea right now?” Liam looks at him, conventually concerned, as he dodges out of the way of the rowdy hallway. “What if- what if Scott needs me?”

“Not a movie, a club. It’s the club.” Mason looks at him, holding his hands up excitedly. “It’ll be fun. Hot girls. Hot guys…” Mason trails off as Liam tilts his head and his face takes up one of curiosity. It was like when your ears tingle because somebody was talking about you. Except somebody was actually talking about him. “Liam?”

He shushes Mason as he hears Theo ask Scott, “What’s his deal?” in a faraway voice.

Following the sound, Liam peeks his head around the corner behind a row of lockers. He holds his arm back when Mason tries to look, too. He sees Scott and Theo outside the Biology lab, which was an unusual sight, considering. Why would Theo be talking to Scott? Still trying to get under his good graces, probably. Liam couldn’t help it, he was curious.

“What do you mean?”

Theo sighs, scratching the back of his head. “Do you think I might have a shot with him?”

A shot with whom? Liam? He flinches as Scott lets out a surprising laugh. “Oh! I mean, I don’t know, maybe.”

Theo’s eyes flicker to Liam’s and a cocky smirk covers his face. “You sure about that?” Liam glares at him menacingly. 

“You should ask him,” Scott says before leaving.

Liam and Theo’s eyes don’t leave each other’s. Not even when Theo walks past him, still with that half-assed grin and Liam glaring at him like he could pretend to hate him. His eyes soften as they follow his every move until he disappears at the end of the hall. He had to be messing with Liam, right? When Liam turns his head to look at Mason, he’s met with a suspicious grin.

An uncalled for suspicious grin. Liam wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just looking! Just looking could mean a lot of things, though. Especially in front of Mason’s eyes.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“Mhm, what was that?”

“What was what?” Liam shrugs. There was no avoiding this around Mason, though. He saw the glances between them, if that’s what you want to call it. Liam tried to convey his hatred through his eyes, but felt like he was failing big time. Of course, Mason had to see right through the façade.

“The smiles and the eyes and…” Liam’s eyes widen for a moment before he turns tail the other direction. “You like him!” he hears Mason exclaim behind him.

“Who? Theo?” Liam laughs. “Don’t you think that’s a little crazy?” he asks as they stop at his locker. He dials the lock, “I mean sure, he’s hot but…” Liam stops, staring at the lock in his hand.

But what? He saved Lydia’s life last night. He drove him home, not that he wanted him to. Is there any reason at all that says Liam shouldn’t like Theo? Maybe he wasn’t as bad as Stiles says after all. After last night, he felt like he finally got a glimpse of who Theo really was. He needs to give him some credit. At least he was trying. If Theo is so evil, like Stiles thinks he is, why would he go through all this trouble?

“And you like him!”

Liam sighs, shaking his head and pulling the lock open. “Doesn’t matter. Stiles says he’s bad news and I should stay away.” He places his history book in the back of his locker.

Mason chortles, “Since when do you listen to Stiles?” Liam would’ve replied, something along the lines that Stiles could shove it and he could do whatever he wanted. He grins instead as he sees Stiles standing behind Mason. Based on Liam’s reaction, he knew exactly what had Liam averting his eyes behind him. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” Liam chuckles, nodding, and Mason whips around. “Hey man, we were just—”

Stiles isn’t interested, though. He was looking down in the dumps, actually. He looked like he didn’t sleep a wink last night. He pats Mason aside. “Yeah, that’s great Mason. Liam, I need to talk to you.”

After giving each other a look, Mason leaves and Liam shuts his locker door, turning to Stiles. He was concerned about his state and knew it must’ve had to do with Lydia. Everyone knew how he felt about her.

“Hey, how’s Lydia doing?” he questions.

“I don’t know. Last I heard, she was still in surgery. I’m going to go see her this afternoon, though.” Liam nods. “Have you talked to Theo?” Stiles’ voice takes an accusatory turn, making Liam frown.

“Not since he drove me home last night. Why? Did something happen?”

“Actually, yeah. A big something— Wait, you let the enemy drive you home? He knows where you live? Liam, what exactly did he say to you?”

Liam shrugs his hands into his pockets. “Not much.” He raises his eyes, his voice cracking. “He was nice.”

Stiles’ eyebrows reach his hairline as he exclaims, “No, no! Listen to me, Theo is not nice. I was right not to trust him.”

Liam glowers at him. “He saved Lydia’s life last night. Don’t you think it’s time we give him the benefit of the doubt? He’s not the bad guy here.”

“Liam, don’t get me wrong. I am eternally grateful that Lydia is alive, more than anyone. That doesn’t excuse what he did, though.”

Liam sighs, “What did he do?”

“I was going through his medical records and—”

“Stiles, you can’t do that!”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I did because you’ll never believe what I found.”

Liam’s eyes close for a moment as the blaring school bell surrounds them. Ultimately, saving him from this conversation. “I don’t care what you found. It was Theo who saved Lydia. Just… try to have a heart and give him a chance.”

Walking past him, Liam hears Stiles mutter, uselessly, “That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

Whatever Stiles found, he didn’t care anymore. Stiles can be his own problem. He was done listening to him. He was just searching for answers that weren’t there. Was it so hard to think that Theo was just trying to get through high school like the rest of them?

Liam was passing the library when he heard a distinct heartbeat. It was odd, not like anyone else’s he heard. He couldn’t detect a rhythm or pattern to it. It just was; always at a rushed pace. He planned on using his free period to practice lacrosse, but this seemed more beneficial.

Following the sound of his heartbeat, he finds Theo at the very back of the library. He was in a secluded spot where nobody could see him, hunched over textbooks and notebooks around him. Liam hid partially from view behind a large bookcase. He could see Theo’s furrowed brows pulled together in concentration. His gelled hair was in a disarray. He definitely looked like he needed a break.

Theo didn’t notice him until he’s dropped his bookbag onto the table with a small thunk. He’s startled for a moment before he realizes who it was that disturbed him. For the barest moment, Liam thought Theo looked scared, but it was quickly smoothed into his residential smirk that he always saved for Liam. He wished he wouldn’t look at him like that. It felt fake and impersonal. He wanted to see Theo’s real smile.

Liam sits down in the chair across from him and Theo caps his pen, leaning back in his seat.

“You’re not worried about being seen with me? What would Stiles think?” Liam looks around their vacant little corner pointedly. Theo chuckles, “Point taken. So, have you made your decision?”

Liam was in the middle of pulling his school work out of his bag and pauses when Theo asks this.

“About what?”

Theo dips his head. “Whether you like me?”

Liam scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. Just because he was sitting with him didn’t mean anything. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you,” he says, taking his history notes out.

“Oh, I don’t think luck has anything to do with it,” Theo smiles at him smugly.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“And why’s that?”

Liam grits his teeth. “I have more important things to worry about than whether I’m caught sitting with Theo Raeken.”

Theo frowns, playing with the pen in between his fingers. Liam watches his long fingers twist this way and that. “Stiles still doesn’t trust me?”

Liam’s eyes jump to Theo’s and he replies timidly, “I don’t think so.” 

He’d think after saving Lydia from bleeding out on the police station’s floor, Stiles’d be a bit more lenient. He gets Stiles has problems with what happened with the Nogitsune. He has a hard time trusting people, especially ones who get too close to the pack. Like Theo has been trying to do.

Theo leans forward on his elbows. Liam gives him a disgruntled look as he comes closer. “Do you trust me?” Theo asks.

Liam doesn’t know how to react to this. He wasn’t expecting Theo to ask him that. He wants to trust Theo. He could show Stiles how trustworthy Theo really was. Can Liam trust him, though?

“That’s a matter of opinion.”

“Then what’s yours?”

“I think…” Liam looks at Theo, then. Looking into his eyes, he saw something. Something that made him want to trust him. Theo wasn’t the monster here. “I think, what you did for Lydia was very brave and Stiles should be thankful.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

“She will be.”

Next scene will be Liam and Theo at Sinema :)

[blazehedgehog]

Your new video confuses me. You start by saying you don't like Shadow, you think he's a bad fit for the Sonic series and should've stayed gone... then proceed to talk about how you're feeling really positive about all of the things they've shown. Why? Sonic fans seem prone to these sort of contortions, where they make a pretty clear, compelling case for why something about the series is bad, but then make excuses for it. Is this Stockholm syndrome? Is it a fear of being negative and cynical?

Is it a contortion to say "I don't go here, but I think this is still rad anyway"? That's not even necessarily something unique to the Sonic fandom, either.

Like, the problems I have with Shadow are generally because his characterization originally felt kind of forced. I had many arguments back in 2001 over Sonic Adventure 2 lacking the fun, pulpy vibe of the original game. It felt cut from more generic anime tropes. Shadow was less a character than he was an archetype. He was a Sephiroth.

And then, after his big heroic sacrifice, they brought him back. And everything they had him do once he came back was generic "badass" stuff in a way that felt really one-dimensional and hollow. Like driving cars, or shooting guns, or turning him into Solid Snake and/or Leon S. Kennedy. They knew fans liked him but didn't know what to do with him, so it was trying to get him to fit into somebody else's definition of "cool."

Pure marketing, no identity.

But then you read what they're talking about now, and it's stuff like "Shadow doesn't need guns -- he is the weapon." And it feels like they're finally getting it. They've come to an understanding. They found something that makes sense.

And you gotta figure that there was a time where they got away from this style. Shadow was relegated to small cameos or spin-off games. Like I said, this kind of stuff was eventually recognized as embarrassing, and they backed away. They lightened the tone. Trimmed down the cast. Only really brought Shadow back for fanservice cameos, but otherwise kept him and his edgy tone at arm's length.

Now to bring it back, and to so wholeheartedly embrace it, it feels more like genuine love. Sure, this whole "Year of Shadow" stuff is just a big lead up to the third movie, but it also feels like they aren't trying to hide from this stuff, either. They could have just as easily written around it, got rid of Black Doom and his alien army, but instead they dove head first back into the mess in an effort to... salvage it, I guess?

And that's the thing. Sega never "salvages" this stuff. Whenever something doesn't work, they dump and run, and most things they do don't work. But now it's like... Charlie Brown and the crummy little Christmas tree, right? Give it a little more love and it maybe it'll turn into something special.

It's weird to jump and say "oh it must just be dumb sonic fans being dumb again", but at least you asked and wanted to seek more information.

Stockholm Syndrome probably isn't real, by the way. It was invented by a police psychologist who couldn't understand why the hostages thought the cops were more dangerous than their captors, even though one of the hostages testified that the cops seemed fully willing to open fire on the innocents if it meant shooting through them to kill their captor.

Back in the 70's when the term was established, mistrust of the police probably seemed so strange, but we know better now, and fewer than 10% of all hostage incidents since then meet the criteria for what could be considered Stockholm Syndrome.

[summerlycoris]

Day 4- Food. (Also pretty slice of life-y tbh) of @vanweek2024

Fic is also below, under the cut. (About 5000 words.) Not formatted sorry because I'm tired.

A plate with the most beautiful looking cheeseburger she’d seen in ages was placed down in front of her. It had a salad on the side, and had tomato sauce leaking from the sides in a way that made her mouth water. 

And she can barely resist devouring it right there and then. Except she is trying to be polite, because Mike and Abby are here and hadn’t quite got their meals yet. Also, she didn’t want to push herself too hard only to end up back in hospital again. 

She could still feel where her stitches had been. 

She didn’t have much time to ruminate, thank goodness, because Abby needed help to clear away her half finished coloring in, to receive her meal (a plate of chicken nuggets and chips.) And Mike received his plate, with a steak and mushrooms on top, and chips to the side. 

Once all the plates were placed. (And they’d thanked the server.) The conversation started again. 

“I got a twenty out of twenty on my spelling test, Vanessa! Even though some of the words were really hard, like ‘defenestration’. Apparently, that’s the word for when you throw somebody out a window.” Abby said, looking so excited that she could almost bounce herself out of the booth. 

Mike put his hand on her head, to keep her grounded. While Abby tried to duck away with a whine.

Vanessa tried to fight back some giggles, and responded. “Wow, that is a hard word to spell. You did really well Abby.”

Abby stopped squirming and beamed up at Vanessa. Allowing Mike to get his hand back, and start eating. Vanessa finally gave in- but started with the salad. She was going to save the best for last. 

“I’ve also made some new friends at school- there’s this girl I’ve met, her name’s Emily. She’s nice, and lets me play with her at recess.” Abby said, in a big clump of words. 

“Is this Emily a real girl, or another ghost?” Mike said between bites of his chips. 

Abby rolled her eyes, and stared up at Mike, who was fighting off a grin. “She’s real Mike- but ghosts are real, too! You should know that.”

“Yeah, I know. Ghost kids are real. You know what else is real. Abs?”

She looked confused, and shook her head. While Mike tried to keep a straight face, pointing to her plate. “Your chicken nuggets. You better eat them up before I do.” Before faking a swipe at her food. 

“Hey!” Abby yelped, and tried to push him away by the shoulder. She quickly chucked one of the chicken nuggets into her mouth, and pulled her plate to the side furthest from Mike. Almost scrunching up the coloring page she’d been working on.

Luckily for Abby, Mike seemed to give up on ‘trying’ to eat her meal for her. Instead, focusing back on his own food. Though, he asked Vanessa a question first. “Once we’re done here, I’ll show you around the house, okay?”

Vanessa nodded. She’d agreed to stay with them, after discharge from the hospital. Because the alternative was to be at her place, by herself. With nothing to distract her from everything. 

She’d finished the salad by the next time Abby asked her something.

“Hey Vanessa, when we get home can I show you my toys?”

She couldn't help but smile. She knew Abby and Mike would be great at distracting her. Without even realizing it. “Of course, I’d love to see them. Oh, and you’ll have to introduce me to them, too. I don’t know any of their names.”

That got Abby excited again. To the point she nearly bolted out of the booth  “Okay then- let's go-” before Mike could grab her hand and get her to stick around.

“We’re not ready to go- me and Vanessa are still eating.” Mike said.

Abby tapped her fingers against the table, before asking. “Can I go play in the playground for a bit?”

Mike hmmmd over that. Leaving Abby in suspense. “Okay- but be good in there, okay?” Abby nodded, and jumped out of the booth, this time without being stopped.

“Okay- bye Mike, bye Vanessa!” She called back as she ran through the diner towards the playground. Nearly running into the waiter delivering to another customer. Vanessa waved after her. 

Mike sighed, and shook his head. 

“Oh well, it’s good for her to meet other kids, Mike.” Vanessa said. 

“True, true. Just wish she’d be a bit more careful sometimes. Could’ve got a plateful of spaghetti for hair just before.”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure that’s in fashion these days. Don’t they have dolls about that concept?” Vanessa joked. 

“Ugh, yes. I’ve seen the ads sometimes when Abs is watching cartoons.”

She couldn't help chuckling at the thought of Mike sitting through a bunch of ads for toys. Even if it made her stomach hurt a bit. (Only a bit. She wasn’t going back to the hospital for laughing.)

They chatted together, mostly small talk while they ate their lunches. 

The burger proved Vanessa absolutely right- it tasted as good as it had looked. Or maybe that was just a week on hospital food talking. 

Either way, she wasn’t complaining. 

While they talked, she learnt that Mike had found a better job, and that he’d sworn off sleeping on the job. “Only took nearly losing my sister to teach me a lesson.” He said, shaking his head. 

“If you’d listened to me the first time, you could’ve saved yourself the hassle.”

He fought back a laugh at being chided. “Yeah, hindsight is twenty-twenty. Next time, I’ll listen.”

“I hope so.”

He changed the subject, to a slightly more serious one. “Hey, uh. With you staying with us.” He looked like he was really struggling to figure out what words to use. “If Abby’s too much. Like, if you need to rest or something. Let me know? I can distract her, take her to the park or for a walk-”

“I should be fine, Mike. But I’ll let you know, okay?”

He nodded, and shrugged his shoulders. 

For a while, they ate silently. There was a tension in the air, and sometimes, Mike would look like he wanted to say something. Until he put down his cutlery.

“I’m glad you're doing okay. After everything. It must be rough.” He said, quietly. Trying to avoid drawing too much attention to them in the busy diner. 

She put down her half finished burger. Honestly, she didn’t feel hungry anymore. Her stomach hurt. 

“Yeah, it is a bit rough. But it’s better this way.” She said with a faint smile. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him, or herself. 

“I guess it is, huh?” He said, looking away. “I just… I can understand if you have mixed feelings about him. In the end, he was your dad.”

She didn’t want to talk about this. Not here. 

“Hey, what’s the new job like?”

They got caught up in a conversation about work, and life. Until Mike finished his lunch, and until Abby came back from the playground.

“On the way home, did you want to swing by your place, so you can grab some more clothes?” Mike asked over Abby's head, on the walk back to the car. Because Abby was in between them both, holding both their hands tightly. 

She nodded. And felt relieved. She was wearing the spare clothes that she’d asked a coworker to bring in from the station a few days ago. But she’d need more for a sleepover. 

Especially one that'd be lasting for a few days. 

________

“Over here, over here!” Abby led the way, running off to her bedroom. While Mike was bringing in her bag of clothes for the next few days. 

She felt bad for not carrying it herself. But she could still feel where the stitches had been. And being bed bound for weeks left her feeling weak. 

(It hadn’t even been a big day, but she felt wiped.)

All she could do was hold the door open for him. And thank him for the help. And for letting her stay. 

“No sweat, happy to have you.”

She’d ‘visited’ before, but hadn’t got to go inside then. Now she was, and it was a cute little home. A living room to the right, kitchen to the left. And Abby's bedroom must've been to the left, too, because Vanessa could see her come back through the kitchen to grab her hand. Tugging her impatiently towards her room. “Come on, I need to introduce you-”

Vanessa could hear her bag slump to the floor, as Mike called out. “Abby- don’t pull, okay? She only just got here.” 

She wanted to call back out something like “I’m okay!”, but she was spirited away too quickly, straight into Abby’s bedroom. 

A bedroom with a desk, filled with crafts, and a pillow fort over by the far wall near the window. Abby let go of her, now that she was here, and dove for the fort. Vanessa walked a bit closer, and could hear Mike catching up.

Looking through the curtain, Vanessa could see the toys Abby wanted to introduce her to, as Abby pulled them out from under the blankets.. A stuffed bear (that wasn’t a Freddy doll.), a fairy doll, some knockoff barbies (just as good as the real thing, Vanessa thought.), and a baby doll. 

Once Abby gathered them all up together, she dragged them outside, and handed the bear to Vanessa gently.

She could hear the creaking of springs behind her. 

“This one’s name is Alice. She’s a pretty bear, and she likes playing catch.” Vanessa sat down, still holding Alice. While Abby showed off her other toys. “This one is nicknamed Beatrice. She hasn’t told me her true name yet.” She whispered that last part, as she held up the fairy doll. “These three… I don’t have any special names for yet. They get different names based on what I’m playing with them.” she put the barbies to the side, “And this one's name is Michael.” She said with a cheeky grin, while holding up the baby doll around his waist.

“No it’s not. You were calling it Ricky the other day.”

Abby pouted, and held the baby doll tighter. “Well, his name is Michael now.” She went back to addressing Vanessa. “Do you want to hold him?”

She nodded, but stopped reaching out for the doll. “Hold on, Abby. To hold this baby safely, I might need to swap you. Did you want Alice back?”

“Okay? Though, what do you mean?” Abby asked, as Vanessa put Alice down next to her. 

“Well, to hold a baby safely, you need to support his head.” She held out her arms, and demonstrated the hold, when Abby passed over Michael. 

(Yeah, that’s never going to stop feeling weird to call it, she thought.)

“... And if you hold the baby like this, you can even rock him to sleep.” Vanessa said, changing her hold slightly. Abby nodded, looking at her intently, like she was trying to take mental notes. 

They played with the dolls for a while together. Because Abby found a baby bottle for Michael, and also found a fairy wand for Beatrice. At some point, Mike left the room for a while, leaving them to it. After a while, she could hear what sounded like a vacuum start up in the living room. 

Occasionally, Mike would open the door with a creak, and check on them. Sometimes, he’d even come in and play for a little bit, before going off to do another chore.

Vanessa was decent with kids. Honestly, if she hadn’t been… compelled to join the police force, she probably would’ve studied to become a teacher, or something similar to that. 

So she had a lot of fun playing with Abby, even if she wasn’t as good at imagining things as Abby was. 

Eventually though, she did have to call it quits. She felt rude, for not saying much to Mike since she got here, or asking about house rules, anything like that. 

Also because her legs were filled with pins and needles, from sitting on the floor for so long. 

“Please, Vanessa. There’s so much more we could do.” Abby whined, as Mike checked in on them again.

“Sorry Abby. My legs aren’t okay with me sitting like that for so long. Maybe we can play again a bit later?”

“Hey. Abs, let her go for now, okay. We can go for a walk if you want?” Mike said, walking over to the two of them. Vanessa used this opportunity to slowly stand up, and try to stretch her legs to get the blood flowing again.

Abby wasn’t impressed, clearly. Though, she was also clearly trying to regulate herself. At least in Vanessa’s eyes. “When we play later, can we have a tea party?” She looked from Vanessa, to Mike. 

“Yeah, I’d love to- but later.” She could understand what Mike had been telling her about earlier, now. 

“After dinner- we can have a tea party, before bedtime, okay?” Mike clarified. Abby nodded, so he continued. “I’m gonna show Vanessa around- you can come help, if you want. Then I’m taking you for a walk to the park.”

Abby quickly put her toys back into the fort, then stood up with an “Okay.”

It wasn't a big house, so there wasn’t much to show Vanessa, except where the bathroom was, and where she was going to sleep. Mike led her and Abby to the bedroom, where Vanessa could see her bag of clothes near the bed. 

“Mike, I can take the couch.”

“No you're not. You’re our guest. And you're recovering. You’re getting the bed.”

Abby looked up at them both. “You could always share.”

Vanessa could barely fight her giggles, while Mike shook his head. 

They still barely knew each other, in the end. 

“Sorry Abby, I steal the blankets while sleeping. So we really can’t share.” Vanessa lied.

“All the more reason for you to get the bed.” Mike said.

With that, she gave up the fight. For now. 

“Anyway, we’ll give her some time to settle in, right Abby? Vanessa’s probably tired out from playing.”

Abby considered it for a moment, before going with Mike. “We’ll see you when we get back, okay?”

Vanessa nodded, and waved them off. Before heading back out towards the living room. She could see the front door shut behind them, and hear them walking away.

During the tour, she’d noticed an inflatable mattress on the living room floor, inflated, and folded up to the side. With a pillow and a blanket folded on top. 

There were some puzzles that Abby had shown off during the house tour out here. Mike had also shown her the VCR player, and where he kept the tapes. 

She found one that she hadn’t previously seen. A mystery, by the blurb on the back of the case- so her mind would be occupied, and hopefully wouldn’t wander. 

She put it on, and settled back on the couch to watch it. Her legs no longer felt like pins and needles, and she could barely feel where the stitches had been. Even when her hand absentmindedly grazed over her abdomen. 

…

She was starting to wish she’d gone with them. 

________

Abby had the patience of a saint. All through watching a movie together with Vanessa and Mike after her walk (though, she kept looking like she was barely resisting the urge to drag Vanessa and Mike back to her room for that tea party.), and then through preparing dinner and eating it. 

To the point where she was vibrating in place so much at the kitchen table, Vanessa thought she was going to explode. 

“Mike?” Abby started to ask, as he took the plates up to the sink. “I kept my part of the deal- can we please have the tea party now?”

Mike hemmed and hawed, and kept her in suspense for a bit longer.

“Well… we could… but I need to clean up the dishes first, Abs.”

Abby flung her head down on the table in defeat. “No, Mike…” she grumbled. 

Vanessa couldn’t help but feel bad for her. “Hey, Abby?” She picked her head up, and looked at Vanessa. “How about you and I get ready for the tea party, then when Mike’s done with the dishes, he can bring the tea?”

That seemed to help her perk up again. “Yeah- I know where the tablecloth is. And the coaster!” Abby said, before pushing away from the table, and running back to her room. 

Vanessa thought the Tea party would be out at the kitchen table. So she was surprised when Abby reappeared carrying supplies, only to rush right past her into the living room. 

“Hey, Abs. Where's the fire?” Mike called out, a little late as she was already long gone.

He didn't get an answer, so Vanessa asked him a question. “Are tea parties usually picnics with Abby?”

The dishes clanged against each other, as he put them up in the drainer to air dry. “No, she's probably using the coffee table. She once told me, ‘It's the right size for my dolls’.” He said.

“That makes sense. Her knees and legs stung, reminding her of how she'd been sitting on the floor earlier. “Will she be offended if I sit at the couch, instead of on the floor?”

Mike shook his head. “No, when I play it with her, I'm usually up on the couch. So she'll probably be expecting it.”

That made sense, so she went into the living room, and checked to see how Abby was going. 

She'd managed to clear off the coffee table, and get the tablecloth (really just a large tea towel) onto it, as well as the coasters and had placed some little pretend teacups on top. Now she was in the process of laying down some of the cushions from her fort, as seats for her dolls. 

Speaking of dolls.

“Hey, Vanessa? Can you help me bring the dolls out here?” Abby asked, as Vanessa got closer to the couch. 

“Yeah, of course.”

Abby burst into a big grin, before grabbing her hand again and leading her back through to her bedroom. “I'll carry Michael- just like you taught me, earlier. Can you please bring Alice and Beatrice with you?”

“What about the barbies?”

Abby scrunched up her face, deep in thought while cradling her baby doll. “They're too little for a tea party. And also, they're too old.”

Vanessa could barely resist laughing, wondering how old Abby thought she was. As she picked up the two dolls and followed Abby back to the living room. 

On the walk through, Vanessa could see that Mike had finished with the dishes, and had gotten out some biscuits to put on a plate, as well as a small jug of what looked like milk.

Mike must've seen her looking it over, because he responded before she could even ask- “She doesn't actually like tea. So, this milk is ‘pretend tea’. Don't tell her.”

“Do the dolls get any ‘pretend tea?” She joked.

“No, they get straight vodka. Keeps them quiet over night.”

She burst out laughing, and nearly dropped the dolls she was holding. Only stopping when Abby came out, wondering what was keeping her up. 

They all went back to the living room together, because Mike was done getting the drink and snacks. Mike put the plate, and the jug down in the middle of the coffee table, Abby took a seat while holding her baby doll, while Vanessa found two spare cushions for the dolls she’d been carrying. After seating them, she joined mike on the couch. 

Abby sat stiffly with her back straight, and “a-hem"d to get their attention. Even though she already had it. “Welcome everyone, to this wonderful tea party. The best tea party to ever exist, in the history of tea parties…” Abby started, putting on a pompous voice for her speech. 

Unfortunately for her, ‘Beatrice’ (actually Mike) was a heckler. “Get on with it! We're starving over here!” He said, trying to look like he wasn't, and make it sound like he wasn't too. Poking the poor fairy doll with his shoe to make her look like she was moving. 

Abby played along, gasping at ‘Beatrice's rudeness. “Why, I never! Beatrice- you will be the last to get tea! And you will get the last biscuit!”

“Awww…” complained ‘Beatrice’. 

After giving a pointed look at Mike, Abby continued her speech. “Yes, this tea party is a special tea party, because it is a celebration. A celebration of Vanessa being okay again!” She cheered, and made all the toys cheer along with her, by lifting their arms up.

Just before Vanessa could say something like ‘this is too much’, or ‘thank you, Abby’, Abby continued. “And also, a celebration for my perfect spelling test.”

“Nice priorities, Abs.” Mike said. And Vanessa nearly burst out into giggles at this silly exchange. It all just… Well, it didn't remind her of her family. More what her family could've been.

Abby kept supporting her baby dolls head, but only his head- as she took one arm away to point at Mike. “Shush you! Or you'll be sharing the last biscuit with Beatrice!” 

This threat didn't phase Mike at all. “Oh no, whatever will I do?” He said, putting the back of his hand to his forehead. “It's not like I can't go get the rest of the packet after you go to bed… also, watch for that baby, you're kind of dangling him right now.”

Vanessa wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Whether Abby would call Mike's bluff, or laugh along, or get angry. 

Instead, she shook her head in disbelief, and looked up at Vanessa. “This is what I live with. Every single day, Vanessa.” She looked over at Mike, with a cheeky grin, while continuing to address Vanessa. “Hey, Vanessa, could you adopt me please?”

Mike burst into loud laughter, falling back against the couch cushions. And that cut through whatever tension there was, making Vanessa and Abby burst out laughing too. 

“Sorry Abby, my apartment has a no children policy.” Vanessa lied, between her laughter. (It was more like she didn't have enough bedrooms. And also because, while she liked Abby, she didn't want to adopt her. Or take her away from Mike.)

“Aww, Abs. I thought you liked me again?” Mike managed to splutter out.

Abby crinkled up her face, thinking it over. Still holding her doll with one hand. “I do… but you're on thin ice, Mike!”

“I'm always on thin ice.” He said to Vanessa, before getting the baby doll thrown at his face. 

________

It was only right that Vanessa would help pack away the tea party afterwards, while Mike got Abby ready for bed. She was a guest, but that didn’t mean she should be lazy. At least, that's the way she saw it. 

By the time Abby was in bed, and Mike was shutting the door and turning off the light, the living room was cleaned up just like it had been earlier. The tea dishes had been washed, and put away. 

Mike sighed in relief, as he sat down on the couch next to Vanessa. She’d flicked the TV on, not to anything specific. Just to have some quiet background noise, something to focus on.

“Thanks for keeping her busy earlier.” Mike said. For a bit, Vanessa was confused, until he clarified. “It can be really hard to get stuff done while Abby’s home, sometimes. So, thanks for making it easier.”

She shook her head. “It’s no problem- your sister’s cool, and it was nice to play with her.”

He fiddled around with the remote a bit, flicking between different channels. “Yeah, she is pretty cool. Sometimes.”

“Most times.”

the conversation died off, for a bit. As Vanessa tried to think of something else to talk about. Absent-mindedly, she looked over at the uninflated air mattress.

“Hey, where did you get that from?” She asked, pointing to the mattress. 

“I don't actually know. Just found it recently, in some stuff from our old house. Pretty sure Mom brought it for Abby, when she got too big for the crib, but was too scared to sleep in her own room yet. At first, they set it up in their room, so Abby could sleep on it and get used to a ‘big girls bed’. And then, they set it up in Abby’s room, for Mom to sleep on. Until Abby was okay sleeping by herself.”

Vanessa sighed, after Mike was done telling that story. “Sorry, was I boring you?” He ssked. 

She shook her head. “No, no. I just… It's hard to explain. It's a nice story. I'm a little jealous, if I can be honest.” That put a little smile on his face, so she continued. “Got any other stories you want to share?”

“Yeah, plenty. How much time do you got?”

“All the time in the world, now.”

“Well, let me go get the album, and I'll show you some stories.”

Mike stood up, and went to get out the family photo album from the hutch. When he brought it over, it was visibly dusty. And had a faint handprint from when he grabbed it, before he swept the dust away. 

“Maybe you should have done that outside? Since you just vacuumed earlier?” Vanessa joked. He smiled faintly back, but didn’t continue that topic. Instead, cracking open the photo album. 

There was a slight tension in the air now. Not the tension of someone staring you down holding a knife. But the… anxious sort of tension. Of realizing you're seeing something normally kept private. 

She’d felt this tension before with Mike- when he was telling her about Garrett at the storm drain. She felt it while he had been needling her about spring locks in the storage room of Freddy's. And again, after she’d patched him up, before he went to try and save Abby. 

Now she was feeling it once more looking at some family photos. Photos that had two young boys in it, plus a Mom and a Dad. And she counted herself lucky that she didn’t recognize either of the boys in the photos.

Mike must've seen that relief on her face, because he didn’t press her about Garrett,. About what she hadn’t seen. (That time.)

He did keep flicking through. Talking about the events behind the photos. Birthday parties, road trips, his parents anniversary dinner.

And the photos changed. To have an older boy only. Then a baby was added. Who grew into a young girl. Before the Mom vanished from the photos. Then the Dad. 

Mike didn’t focus on the losses from the photos. He kept the story going- talking about Abby's first day of school while showing off that photo, when they went to the beach, or out on a snow day. Things like that. While Vanessa listened and watched intently. 

Until they got to the end of the album. There were still some empty slots in it, for new photos. 

“Thank you for showing me.” She said, as he shut the album gently. 

“Thank you for listening. I know going over a completely different family’s old memories can be a bit… boring. Aunt Jane used to have the slowest slideshows imaginable, when I was a kid.”

“It wasn’t boring at all- Your family's nice, Mike. Except for your Auntie.”

He agreed with that. Then got up, to put the photo album away. leaving Vanessa with the tv for a moment. 

And the tv crackled away, in front of her. She was tempted to turn it off, honestly. Until Mike sat back down. 

“How was it for your family, if I can ask?” he said, quietly. As if he was worried that someone would be listening in. 

She wasn't sure how to answer that question, at first. It was… personal. 

But then. He'd spent the last while showing her something very personal to him. Because she'd asked. She'd feel like a hypocrite, if she didn't try. 

“I don't exactly have any photos on me. You okay hearing the cliff notes?” 

Mike nodded. So Vanessa kept going. 

“Well, you know my dad. You know what he was.”

(A murderer.)

“But he could be nice, sometimes. Especially when Mom was still around. Sometimes we’d go on trips as a family, or just spend time together. Never often enough, though. Never often enough.”

She could feel her fingers grazing near her stomach again. 

“Oh well- I could spend the rest of my life wondering about him. Or, I could spend it trying to pick up the pieces, and start again. What do you think?” She said, trying to lighten the mood. 

“A second chance? Sounds good to me.” Mike agreed. 

She changed the topic slightly. “I'm thinking of following in your footsteps.”

“What, planning on sleeping on the job when you get back to work?” He joked. 

he laughed a bit, when she shoved his shoulder lightly. “No, I think I've had enough of sleeping in the hospital. I meant changing jobs.”

“That makes more sense. What are you thinking of?”

She shifted slightly in her seat. “I haven't decided yet, I’ll need to think a bit more about it.”

“Well, what did you dream of being when you were a kid?”

That question. He had asked it innocently, but it still felt like pins jabbing into her spine. 

“When I was a kid, I wanted to be a police officer. I wanted to help people.”

(The only person she really helped was her dad.)

His shoulders slumped, and he took some think to think over a response. 

“You helped me. And Abby. So, personally, I think you did a pretty good job.”

That helped lighten the mood. A little bit. 

“Thanks, Mike.”

They chatted for a while longer. That tension from earlier felt like it was gone now, even though what they were talking about was often still very personal. 

And time flew by, until they were both yawning and tired. 

“I don't know about you, but I'm thinking of getting some sleep soon. I've got work tomorrow, and I'll need to make sure Abby gets to school, too.”

And he got up, to grab that uninflated air mattress, with the pillow and blanket on top.

And Vanessa's heart sank. Because…

Well, she didn't want to be alone, at night. While she tried to keep her thoughts at bay and sleep eluded her.

(She'd had enough nights like that, before meeting Mike.)

She'd hated it earlier, when they went out walking without her. And she knew she'd want to do something tomorrow, to get out of the house and not be by herself all day.

But tomorrow was less of a present problem than tonight.

…

And also? Because the thought of Mike spending the night out here just felt sad to her. 

It felt weird to ask. There was a good chance he just wouldn't want to. But it'd feel weirder to her not to ask.

“Hey, Mike?”

He turned to  look at her. “Yeah, Vanessa?”

Even with her resolve, she needed to force the words out through her teeth, or at least it felt that way.

“I don't want to be alone. And I noticed earlier, there's plenty of room in your room, for the mattress-”

Mike took mercy on her. “And you want me to set it up in there, so you're not alone?” he interrupted.

She nodded. 

And for a second, she thought he'd refuse. After all, they'd only met about a month ago. And this was already such kindness offered to her, letting her stay here at all. He hadn't been obligated to have her stay with him. She could've been discharged, and went back to her apartment. Alone.

But he didn't.

“Yeah, I can do that. You don't snore, do you?” He joked. And she let her shoulders relax. 

“Not often. If I do, just throw a pillow at me.”

They took turns, getting dressed into their pajamas. And Mike checked Abby for a final time, before turning off all the lights, except for the one in the bedroom. They both worked on inflating the mattress, and setting it up near Mike's dresser. 

And Vanessa tried to pick that fight back up, from earlier- “Are you sure you don't want the bed? I'm happy to take the mattress.”

“Yeah, I'm sure. Though, ask me again tomorrow, and I might change my mind if my back's aching enough.” 

“I'll make sure to ask.”

They both got into their beds, After Mike turned off the bedroom light. Throwing the room into darkness. 

Seeing the shadows in this unfamiliar room, she was glad she could hear Mike's subtle breathing. Even if she could barely see him laying on the mattress on the floor. 

“Goodnight Vanessa, I'll see you in the morning.”

“You too.” 

Despite… everything. She was slowly able to get some sleep. 

________

The next morning, Vanessa was woken up by the subtle creaking of the bedroom door. 

And then nearly fell out of bed at the not-so-subtle yelling-

“You two had a slumber party? Without me?!”

 

Authors note- HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT BETTY? BETTY SPAGHETTY?! 

Yeah that ads gonna live rent free in my head forever too, sorry Mike. 

[vikkirosko]

Could I ask for a Ghost Butterfly Sinner who can astral project as a well ghost—for Nifty, Vox and Octavia? They can go through walls, make themselves, can move objects around. (Can’t possess.) And I just imagine in the beginning of the relationship Ghost pranks their S/O to see how superstitious somebody in Hell can be.

Headcanons Ghost butterfly sinner

🧹 Niffty x Reader ❤

When Niffty started living in a hotel, she felt excited. She had seen a lot of ghost movies in different hotels and she was curious to find out if there were ghosts in Hell. She wasn't sure about it, but she was still curious. For several weeks absolutely nothing paranormal happened there and she forgot about her desire to see a ghost until one day objects began to move by themselves with her. However, she quickly found out that the reason for this was you, who revealed presence with laughter

You came to the hotel to atone for your sins but couldn't resist making a little prank. You were wondering how superstitious the inhabitants of Hell are. Niffty was glad to meet you and you began to communicate a lot. Other residents of the hotel also knew about you, but they could still be surprised when you moved small objects or created your own projections. But you spent the most time with Niffty

You and Niffty spent a lot of time together in various parts of the hotel. She loved to tell you all kinds of stories. When you started dating, she often started hugging you. You didn't mind it at all and she was glad of it. You often helped her with her chores, taking out or carrying various items when she was busy, even if you had your hands full yourself

You and Niffty had a great time at the hotel, regardless of whether she was busy with work or not. She often joked that she was dating a real ghost and you laughed at those words. She didn't care if you were a ghost or a sinner, for her you were the one she fell in love with and that was the main thing for her

🖥 Vox x Reader📱

Vox could hardly be called superstitious. He was surrounded by technology and there was no place for superstition and mysticism greater than the one among which he lived in Hell. He was sure of it until one day strange things started happening to him that he couldn't explain. Objects began to float by themselves and sometimes he seemed to see someone's silhouette. He was trying to find the reason for this and found you, who had been watching him all this time, creating a fake mystique

Vox treated what you did with humor. He was interested to see how you would play his friends in the same way. It is thanks to this that your communication and further relationships began. It was like you were from two different worlds, but you were more than interested in technology, even though you couldn't do paranormal actions with technology like ghosts from different horror movies

You and Vox often made little jokes about people on the Internet. Most often, you posted selfies with your projection behind you. But on your dates, you were more serious. A huge number of eyes were turned on you and this encouraged you to be more serious than usual

Despite the fact that your relationship began because of your paranormal jokes, but your relationship consisted far from only of them. You also went on dates, had house get-togethers together and socialized with friends. You weren't going to tell his friends that you had made fun of them several times. It was a secret that was firmly connected to your relationship and that you two planned to keep

🦉 Octavia x Reader 🌌

Octavia has lived in Hell all her life. She saw a huge number of strange things and as a result they became absolutely ordinary for her. Therefore, when she heard rumors among the servants that a ghost had appeared in her native palace, she did not believe it. But when one day she didn't see you in her room. You were puzzled, but when you saw her, you were scared, just like she was. She wanted to raise the alarm, but you hurried to calm her down, hastily explaining that you had no evil intentions and that you just wanted to find out how superstitious the inhabitants of Hell are

You and Octavia began to see each other much more often. She was interested in talking to you and watching your ghost jokes. You could have come to her house without any problems, scaring a few servants. Octavia found it funny to listen to your stories about how you scared people. Octavia liked to watch how your projections scared her acquaintances while you sat together on the sidelines and struggled to hold back laughter

The confession of feelings was Octavia's initiative. She was watching you move the cup without touching it when she decided to confess her feelings to you. She couldn't find the right words, so she kissed you. You were surprised by this so much that you dropped the cup, the fragments of which scattered on the floor. Octavia thought at first that you would reject her feelings, but when you hurried to respond to her kiss, she felt her heart joyfully accelerate its pace

You and Octavia were happy together. Even though you were forced to hide your relationship from her parents, you still spent time together. You were always willing to take risks for her, even if you had a chance to feel the wrath of her parents. You were willing to go to great lengths for her and her happiness

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - oliver moy seeing you in his tshirt

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pov: you decided to wear one of oli's shirt for fun, not thinking it would make him feel butterflies in his belly <3

warning: none!

type: wholesome, super fluff and super sweet!

member: oliver moy

oliver was super tired when he came home to see you

all he wanted to do is cuddling and watching a good movie with you

when he came into his room, he were surprised by your outfit

you were wearing one of his tshirt

damn, this boy got a ton of butterflies

he was so tired of his day :( but when he saw you were wearing one of his tshirt, he felt like his tiredness wasn't even existing anymore

"woah babe... got a nice tshirt, eh!" he said while laughing and smiling

he felt so much butterflies when he first saw you wearing one of his clothes

it never really happened for oli to see somebody wear his clothes just for fun or just because they wanted to..

his smile was so big oh my god-

he couldn't stop smiling, he was trying to, but he couldn't. his smile was stuck on his cheeks!

"you really don't know how much butterflies you just gave me right now.."

he felt so happy for real

"you just made my night, baby"

maybe it's me, but i feel like oli would TOTALLY take a picture of you and put it as his wallpaper and say "i want to keep a memorie of this moment"

he think you're really cute

"this tshirt suit you so well! it suit you better on you then on me!"

he would like to see you more in his clothes because he think it's super adorable and super cute

he would put hoodies and some of his clothes on his bed just so you could 'steal' them and wear them (and he'll act like he didn't put them there on purpose)

he just think the idea of seeing his significant other wearing his clothes adorable

he would totally tell his brother Seb about it since he's really close to him and tell him (almost) everything

he would give you some clothes at your birthday or at christmas

he won't admit it, but he actually love when you wear his clothes without you asking him, so please, don't ask and take his clothes, he won't be mad at you, he'll just be super happy!!