#theres a couple bits i was slightly unsure on

[arsenicflame]

Got bored, transcribed the lyrics to Splinter from First Edition (to the best of my abilities)

I'll take whatever your dirty mouth can ask And I'll take the splinters, If you only miss my eyes And we can hold the fire We can hold the fire We can hold the fire till it burns out We can only fire We can only fire We held the fire till it burned out And I can take the cutting And if you only miss my heart I braved the winters, I did everything you asked Still have the splinter, But it never left a mark There's no way There's no way You can be And all I ask You can be And all I ask And I'm just passing through, It won't be the last Now you're running down the front path, Holding all I have And I can't take the cutting, And if you only miss my heart If it all amounts to nothing, And I'll always wear the scars 'Cause I always took the cutting, And you only missed my heart Although it amounts to nothing, The nothing's left it's mark I'll walk you to the darkest corner I'll walk you to the darkest corner

[autumnalmess]

Unpopular opinion: does anyone else just fucking hate the 1985 original London recording of Les miserables or is it just me?? I'll give my propaganda reasoning below, give that a read first:

Okay, my reasoning:

OBVIOUSLY Colm Wilkinson is incredible. Not disputing that. So slightly remove that from the equation when I say I don't like this recording. Of course, a lot of the singers are really great (specifically Marius, Eponine, Cosette, jvj, fantine, Enjolras, loads of the Amis), and there are some songs that I like, but as a whole it feels really clunky.

In terms of timing, I know it was more of a concept album for England and they obviously changed a lot of bits afterwards, but in the recording it feels like all of the singers are very unsure of the timings. Whether this is because they actually were or because of artistic decisions to phrase things strangely, in the listening experience, it really comes across with an uncertain feel. Nothing seems to come in quite at the right time, and a lot of the singers will be just a couple of beats delayed in their coming in, which they may have been instructed to do by the musical director, but it feels strange all the same. And a lot of the singers play around with the timings so much that it feels at odds with the accompaniment.

Second, this is gonna be an insanely unpopular opinion, but I think Roger Allam in this specific recording (not commenting on his performance live) is a bit abysmal. He's an insanely talented actor and I love him in the thick of it, but here he does not show off his ability as a singer well at all. He speaks most of the lines, which is fine for some songs but feels awkward when he's really baring his soul in the soliloquy. Also his technique as a singer is really questionable. The way he holds his consonants completely restricts his vocals, giving it no vib and no room to grow especially on the big notes, it does not do justice to the build of the music. Furthermore, I feel he skims over the tops of the notes a lot, which really pisses me off because in a piece of music so carefully curated like Les miserables, every note is important to the flow and the harmony. This is not to slag him off. I'm sure he was good in performance, but I feel this specific recording does not reflect that.

Musically, they don't go ham with the drums enough. If you want to understand what I mean, just listen to the french version. Also, the music in this version, again, feels a little uncertain. Like there are points where a couple of instruments are playing a melody, and theres a countermelody that doesn't really sound like it fits. And you know it just needs a third harmony to bring it all together. It's just little things that make it sound less refined as a whole. (Side note but this pisses me off: a lot of the time the songs are a lot slower in tempo than all the other recordings and it just feels like it lacks energy a bit)

Propaganda time: The main reason I don't like this one is because it's not as good as the french version, which feels consistently refined and energised and raw. The emotion comes through from all of the singers so much more, without losing track of the notes or the rhythms. All the singers have wonderful technique, specifically jvj and Javert, which makes their songs so much more powerful. Just listen to Comment faire? (Same as Who am I) and youll get what I mean about the drums and the countermelodies. Also they have some baller theme and variation in that song which really brings out the music student in me.

Conclusion: I'm absolutely so sorry if I've just ripped apart your favourite recording. Do feel free to ignore everything I've just said because most of these are just like teeny tiny little things that annoy me specifically. And I'm sure most of this is just because I've spent too much time listening to the french version that now I turn my nose up at perfectly respectable other versions. If you love this one, you're valid. And I do listen to some of the songs on it. I love their little fall of rain and finale. I just can't stand roger allam's soliloquy or stars.

[meetthegofer]

🫣🐕 for the ask meme!!

I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THESE... thank you mj o7 these ended up being kinda long [well. the first one was] so its going under a readmore so it doesnt absolutely demolish the dashboard of whoever comes across it

🫣 - Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?

this one's fun. i think sniper definitely stumbled more with his feelings, even though for all intents and purposes he was the more confident of the two... when fossey realized her feelings she was pretty resigned to the idea that she wasnt very desirable or at the very least Not His Type, so he didnt really make any moves until she actually had reason to think he might like them back. if not for sniper returning those feelings the crush wouldve probably gone away honestly!

but sniper... though i doubt he was ever too inexperienced with romance/fossey certainly isnt his First love, i think the fact that his feelings kinda snuck up on him is what ended up getting him. usually when he finds himself having those kinds of feelings for someone, its someone hes going to kill [and then probably later be killed By, rinse, respawn, repeat], so hes able to repress it more because they're also an Opponent. but fossey is very much Not a mercenary, in fact he bruises like a peach and he walks around in fucking penny loafers, so hes really quite the opposite of who sniper usually finds... shall we say, chemistry with. because of this, he doesnt really know how to act around them, and as a result in those early days of his crush pre-relationship he probably tried to avoid them more than anything because he didnt wanna make a fool of himself [which, in the sparse interactions they Did have, he was often sure he did (even when it was something almost impossible to notice. like holding the "o" on "good morning" slightly longer than usual)].

fossey noticed the change in behavior but, seeing as they didnt think of themself as ever having a chance in the first place, they didnt register it as "oh hes being awkward because he likes me" and saw it more as "he doesnt wanna see me". they went to apologize after a couple of weeks of this, since they thought theyd Done something, and that was kinda when sniper realized he was being even more stupid by being avoidant and started just. trying to play it cool. basically it was this image [sniper pov]

🐕- Do they have any pets together? If one of them had a pet from before their relationship how well does the pet get along with their partner? Do they have the pets approval or does said pet sit in between them and their partner any time they try to make a move?

considering their living situations [sniper lives out of his camper + fossey has a little apartment for herself], i dont think they have any pets Together, but both of them do love animals very much. i can absolutely see sniper as having some old family dog back home who is miraculously still very alert despite being like 17. idk why thats just the vibes... unsure if he would ever meet fossey but i think it would be quite funny

i dont think fossey would have a pet [they worry about not being responsible enough due to mental health struggles + being so busy with work], but he loooves cats very much... i really like the idea of him feeding any strays that might hang around teufort and theres probably some near the base that have kinda become regulars + they all really like fossey... at first sniper thinks its a bit stupid [hes more of a dog person + hes sure that soldiers raccoons would have Opinions on the matter, plus maybe the cats arent the biggest fan of him] but he sees fossey petting one of the strays one day and hes just like Fuck. i get it now.......

unrelated but i love this video + this ask made me think about it so im tagging it on at the end here. please enjoy weewee as payment for how long this ended up being

[jadedxrealityw]

Hello I was wondering if you could write something were draco is dating a ravenclaw reader ( hufflepuff if you would rather or any house your writing so your choice anyways I'm rambling sorry). So reader is having a panick attack in her room and draco is trying to calm her dow and she just points to under the bed and draco finds a plushie and she hugs it and starts to calm down. She still sleeps with it but was trying to hide it from him 1/3

-Comfort Item- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader 

   Kody: Holy shit, my first request. I might just lose my mind. Gotchu boo, let's do this. Might add a few things, just for plot purposes

   Warning: Mentions of panic attacks. Draco being to damn adorable and cursing.

   House: Ravenclaw 

   Summary: You were hanging out in your room when something triggers you to have a panic attack and Draco helps you calm down. With the help of something else of course.

      ♡~🐍~♡ 

   It was a normal day and everything was right with the world. You were having quality couple time with your boyfriend Draco Malfoy. Nothing could be better, until one of your triggers had to set you off. Your breathing starts to become uneven and erratic, your pulse picking up, and your hands start to shake. The loud breathing caught a certain blond Slytherins attention and he turns his gaze from his book to you.

   “Y/n?” He asked slightly concerned. Until you face him and he sees your panicked expression. His boyfriend ‘Must protect’ alert went off and he rushes towards you. “Hey, hey. Love, just tell me whats wrong” he coos, grabbing your face in his hands. You couldn’t even speak, choking on your own words.

   You were sitting on the floor, cleaning gum from your shoes before this started, Seamus is such a douche for leaving it on the ground. Your eyes trail to under your bed, which Draco notices “Your bed? Do you want me to get you something from there?” he asked frantically.

   You shook your head and Draco sighed deeply, not out of annoyance. Just frustration because he really wanted to help you. You lift your hand and point to under the bed “Okay under the bed?” he asked and you nod slowly, tears starting to fall from your eyes. The sight makes Draco’s heart tug in a painful way.

   “Is there something under there that you need?” He asked, trying to ignore the lump forming in his throat. Nodding again he lets go of your face and basically slides to your bed, he reaches under and feels around. He only feels one thing and its soft and plushy? He pulls it out, seeing a stuffed toy.

   Not thinking at the moment. Draco just makes his way back to you and hands you the plush toy. Your arms wrap around it and you hold it close to you chest. Feeling the softness of the toy brings you back down to earth. Soon you stop crying and just hold the toy tightly in your arms.

   Draco sits in front of you and watches as you calm down. His own heart rate began to feel normal as well. He couldn’t bear to see you like that, it just hurt to much. He felt so helpless in the situation as well. He decided to wait for you to speak first.

   ♡~🐍~♡

   You finally calmed down completely and was ready to talk again. You look at your comfort item in your hand and smile, before you wondered how it got to you. Oh yeah Draco handed it to you. Wait- oh shit. Draco handed it to you, which meant he knew you still kept a plush toy as a teenager. Your face instantly flushed red. It was so embaressing. 

   You let out a whine, which caught Draco’s attention “Are you okay?” he asked and you look at your lap, toy still in hand “Yes” you mumble. Draco raises a brow in confusion until he leans his head down to see your red face “Are you embaressed?” he question, making your face turn even more red if possible.

   “No” you say quickly. You hear Draco laugh a bit “Why would you be embaressed?” You didn’t answer and just jold the toy tighter, then it clicks for Draco. “Of the plush toy? Love, honestly i think it’s super cute. Dont be embaressed” You turned your head to look at him with a sad expression. “Your just saying that”

   Draco shook his head and grabbed your legs, pulling you towards him. You squeaked and looked away, feeling butterflies fill your stomach. “No im not. You are absoutely adorable and just looking at you holding that is making my heart melt” He said, very dramaticaly making you let out a small giggle. Draco smiles and grabs your face, turning yours to look at him. “Theres that adorable laugh”

   “You really dont think it’s embaressing?” You ask, still a little unsure. Draco sighs and shakes his head “No, not one bit. Nothing about you is embaressing my little ravenclaw” his nickname made your heart flutter. Draco was definitely a smooth talker. You smile and place your plush toy down on the ground next to you. Draco grabs your hands and interlocks your fingers.

   “I love you and never want you to be scared to tell me anything because of how i’ll react, okay?” Draco asked. You could see his concern in his grey eyes. “I promise i’ll tell you and i love you too” You reply. Those three words bringing a warm smile on his pale face. He leans in and places a sweet kiss on your lips, one that you respond instantly to and kiss back.

   You were happy Draco didn’t think you were weird, but in hindsight. You knew deep down that he would never judge you about anything and that’s why you loved him.

   ♡~🐍~♡

   Kody: First request done. Hope ya liked it whoever you are and remember that my requests are open. Peace

[marvel-m-lee]

Sunrise?... •Part 3- M-Verse•

Fandom: Marvel

●○●This is a Tickle Fic Story●○●

-This story may also include Gore in some chapters-

(This chapter doesn't include tickling but Is advised if your reading the story)

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It was late, very late, the young girl, whom had still been unconscious was left to lay in her hospital bed until she awoke. Steve stayed at her side, even though Tony and Bruce tried to convince him other wise.

Everyone in the compound seemed to be asleep, it was extremely early in the morning so it was expected.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, a bright light causing you to pull your head away and stir. Once your eyes became accustomed to the lights you looked around, you were in a hospital like room on a single bed with cream white sheets in a white hospital gown.

You sat up and saw next to your bed was a man, he made your eyes wide and afraid yet warm. Had soft blond hair, he wore a blue shirt with some

Grey tracksuit bottoms on. He was sleeping soundly on the chair, cute little snores coming from him. It made you smile, but quickly hide the smile once you realise you actually were smiling. Though it was cute. You began to have an arguement in your head about it.

"Hey" You snapped out of your thoughts to look at the person speaking with wide eyes. They were small, they had brown fluffy/curly hair and a pair of thin rectangular glasses on the bridge if their nose.

"Hello, I'm sorry if I awoke you or scared you" it seemed like a man, he stepped in the room whispering to make sure he didnt wake anyone. He seemed more nervous than even you were, and you couldn't remember anything so you were pretty shook.

"I- um.." You stuttered, you felt a warmth with his words.

"It's alright, would you like to come with me for a bit? I'm going on a morning walk, I came in to check on you both" The man seemed gentle, he wore a purple button up tucked into some light brown trousers.

You felt like you had nothing to do here, so you reluctantly agreed. You recognised it to a degree, and your gut told you he was safe so you believed it. His warm smile convinced you he was safe once you had agreed to join him. He wasn't pushy or persuasive, just warm and quiet. Something you needed.

"Oh yeah- your clothes, follow me" He whispered, mentioning you out of the room to follow him. You stepped out of the room and could see the outside world. The sky blackish blue, colours starting to fade with one another. Little lights covering the sky.

You followed the man, you were around just above his elbows in height, and you stayed behind him so he did look over his shoulder a few times.

"In here" he mentioned as he opened a door in a corridor full of them. You followed him inside, it was very clean and organized, the room were a moss green, the bed sheets were white while the pillows were purple- the same shade as his shirt. He had bookshelves and little plants at his window, a desk right below the plants that had a computer on and a pencil holder next to it. At the back of the room was a large closet and some draws next to it with a full length mirror and another door in which you believed to be the bathroom from the tiny gap you could see through the open door.

The room really was quite beautiful, the man went over to his wardrobs and pulled out a shirt and belt, the shirt was the same mess green as the walls, flannel that was seemingly one of the largest he had, the belt was a plan old black one but still seemed to match. He then grabbed some shoes, just trainers which may have been a little too big.

He then handed you these items and asked if it were easier if he left or you changed in the bathroom. Surprised of the affection and kindness you nodded with a slight smile- unable to hold back- and went into the bathroom and closed the door.

"See, so what you do is you put on the shirt, putting it up and it should reach down to your knees maybe? Then put the belt around your waist, do it up and it should hopefully look like a dress?" The kind man instructed from outside of the door. You followed the instructions and put the shoes on.

You looked in the mirror and seemed much different already. The shirt did look like a dress, and the belt matched perfectly. The slaves were left rolled down as it was quite cold and you had noticed bruising.

Exiting the bathroom you became a different person, by looks anyway. The man raised his eyebrows in surprise but smiled rising from his- as you assumed- bed. "You look wonderful"

A smile crept along your face, along with a light blush at the complement, unable to hold eye contact.

You both silently- but surprisingly not awkwardly- left and wondered outside. He brought you along a narrow pathway full of green bushes and plants. You both then came to a stop as he showed you the place he came to relax. It seemed to be the edge of the compound, it was beautiful though... surrounded by bushes and a little double garden swing painted in white and covered with little flowers crawling up the sides.

As you looked around you noticed a gap within the bushes, an archway that looked to be on a cliff or hill of some sort. Looking across the sea horizon.

The man went to go sit down on the swing, smiling to himself. He motioned for you to sit down as well, as you did he continued to watch through the bushes to the sea line for your vision to soon follow.

You then noticed something. The sky horizon it was- changing? The black turned to a dark blue turning lighter and inti more and more colours of oranges and pinks and reds. A large ball soon drifting over waking up the world from its darkened sleep.

Your eyes shone witb the colours. Locked in, unable to look away from the beautiful sight.

You hadn't noticed but the man sitting next to you had been watching you, as your eyes lit up and became engrossed in the colours, your pupils decreasing and letting the (y/e/c) colour stream out showing their beauty. You were so enchanted by these colours that came from a seemingly so dark place it was as though the man could feel the warmth seeping out of you.

He then too returned to the beautiful sight in which the sun evolved. After a couple of minutes the beauty ended and you drifted your view to the man. Wonder and colour in your eyes.

"What was that" you asked, pure childlike wonder through your words.

"A sunrise" The man replied, smiling at you. His smile seemed warm, but broken. Like he had been hurt before. You couldn't really explain it but the way your eyes connected for a split second told you everything about his pain and happiness.

"Thank you" you whispered, lightly under your breath but just enough so he could hear the wonder and greatness in the words. It made him smile and look away, nervous of what to say next.

"You're welcome"

You both sat there as you watched the sun float further and further into the sky. It felt so peaceful, and you were so grateful to have experienced it.

"Thank you" you whispered again unconsciously. It was just so beautiful. So wonderful.

The man chuckled slightly and turned to you with his warm smile. "I'm Bruce Banner" he remarked.

You turned away from the sky and looked at him, his figure, his name, "Bruce Banner?.." you questioned, thinking it though but ultimately deciding it was a lovely name. You grinned at him, "it's lovely. I'm... um" your smile died down for a moment as you tried to think. Your name? Your name? What was it?

"Y/n y/l/n, I know. We spoke yesterday. It's okay if you cant remember much more" Bruce reassured you. Grateful, you repeated yourself.

"Y/n y/l/n" you grinned glad to know it. And it also made sense to why you recognised him slightly, you had both already spoken.

"I really loved the sunrise thing. It's so beautiful. Does it happen often?" You asked, integeed by the colours and beauty.

The kind man laughed, "every morning, I'd be more than happy for you to join me. Only don't tell the others where this place is?" He asked politely, he seemed to really love this place. You didnt know who the others where, you soon would though. But you agreed. This would be your place.

After a while you both decided to head back. It turned out you had both been there for an hour and it would move be training time for everyone. Bruce began explaining who everyone was.

"So basically we're called the Avengers, it's off a plane Danvers used to fly I believe, though I'm unsure. We have Thor, he's a god, then theres Nat, she used to be a spy, theres Clint, he has perfect shot. Then theres me, Tony and Steve. We're the 'OG 6' as the press says" Bruce seemed quite intrigued telling you who everyone was. He explained most people to a degree, they're powers and what not.

You smiled at him, taking in the information. He opened the door for you and you both entered the building. Your new relationship didn't seem awkward, just warm.

"Ah so there they were" Another man said as he made himself a cup of coffee. He had a goaty, thin and cut like an oval, he had a strong build and his cheekbones stood out. He was wearing the sane colour shirt you had on- green moss with a V neckline and some usual black trousers. He walked over to you and was a few inches taller than Bruce and walked over to introduce himself.

"You're the kid from the mission ain't ya? Well Bruce really did something" he chuckled out stretching his hand. You shook it anxiously.

"I wont bite, Sam Wilson"

You nodded,unsure if you should introduce yourself so when you let go if his hand you looked down and mumbled your name.

"Shy?" Sam smirked. He then turned to bruce to offer him a coffee, in which he declined to which sam insisted he tell him why if he were just about to make himself one.

"You- just.." Bruce was in a sticky situation until a woman showed up and answered for him.

"You suck at making Coffee Sam" Sam gasped in offence, taking a step back into Bruce.

"I do not!"

The lady rolled her eyes and begun making the coffee instead. "Thanks Nat" Bruce exhaled relief and sat on a stool and you followed like a lost sheep.

"This the kid?" She asked. She was really quite beautiful in your opinion, red hair with white faded at the bottoms from where dye had been used but grown out. She wore a black suit with some type of belt over her cleavage, her hair tyed up into a messy plait.

You couldn't really keep your eyes off her, this place was incredible. The people were fascinating and kind in their own ways.

"Thank you" you whispered to Bruce, he turned his head and furrowed his brows.

"Hmm? What for?"

You stumbled on your words, you were so grateful and warm and you had this feeling inside you that made you feel all floaty and bubbly.

Instead of answering the question you just hugged him, hiding your face in his body.

You couldn't see the look on his face but the others would never forget it, pure love and happiness radiating off of the two of you. He hugged you back, fighting the tears in his eyes.

"You're welcome Y/n"

You sat down on a stool as Nat handed Bruce the coffee and handed you a cup of coloured liquid that you just stared at in confusion.

"Coffee for the Dr. And Juice for the kid" she smiled at you both with a laugh. Sam had noticed your face though and watched you in shock walking over to you.

"Uh, you're meant to drink it?-" he didnt really know what to say. He had never known someone to not know what juice was.

"Um.. sorry.. i- um. What is this?" You asked looking around at everyone after inspecting it. You were welcome with confused looks which made you feel a little bad.

"I can't believe you've never had juice?! Its delicious, if it gave me my energy I'd be drinking it" Sam boasted. You hesitantly picked it up and took a sip, it tasted delicious?

Your eyebrows raised in surprise which told everyone you were enjoying it as you took a few more sips.

"See! Delicious" Sam remarked confidently witch a hand on his hip. Just then you all heard someone bust in the room yelling-

"GUYS?! WHERE'S THE KID?!"

[footballxwrites]

Hola, you're writing is so cool!!! 😁, May I please have a request where Im four(4) years older than Mason Mount, and I feel out of place with his mates, but he reasures me theres nothing to worry about and that his mates think im awesome. Also he arranges a get togetger with some of his mates and we all have a good time, drinks flowing everyone just enjoying themselves and Chilwell or Declan uploads stories of Mase and I on his IG stories, making the fans go gaga/insane, haha thank you!

𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒! x

You were a bit unsure at first, not really up for a night out with the “youngins” as you liked to call them, but after much persuasion by your boyfriend and being told the drinks were on him, you gave in and agreed.

The minute you got to the club and saw them all, you just knew you didn’t belong there and so wished you were back in the comfort of your own home alone with Mason. “It’ll be fine, I can already tell they love you” he whispered in your ear, tightening the grip on your hand before leading you inside and ordering a round of drinks, “he’s mad about you, if you couldn’t tell” his best mate Dec said, slightly nudging you as you let out a nervous laugh, “yeah he’s gone soft” Ben added, ruffling Mason’s hair as he walked past. “Shut up” your boyfriend laughed, sitting down next you, “It’s true” a few of the lad’s girlfriends said, which made your cheeks go the brightest shade of red, “right let’s get the drinks going” you shouted, swiftly changing the subject.

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Many shots and vodka cokes later and you were relaxed as ever, dancing the night away, not in the slightest bit bothered by what everyone else thought of you, even though it was quite clear they adored you from all the pics they were taking of the lot of you together throughout the night. Mason never left you the entire time, the clingy side of him showing after one too many drinks and of course the lads didn’t miss the opportunity to grab a couple of videos, most of them showing his drunkenly “dancing” and slurring words as he tried to sing to whatever was playing.

It was around 3 in the morning before you were heading home, all of you struggling to keep your balance as you waited for the Uber, “see they’re not-not the only ones who-who love you” Mason mumbled, barely getting his words out as he turned the lit up phone screen to you, it showing the Dms and messages from everyone, all giving you compliments and what have you, some jealous ones in the mix, but it was a nice feeling to finally “fit in” with the people who were closest to your boyfriend and it not seem weird because of the age gap ❤️

[magiaesabiduria]

@fxntasmagoria

“Thanks.” He smiled, passing over the bouquet of deep orange sunflowers. He had just come back to town after a job in London and his first stop after his own home had been Johns. Dinner had gone well and the two had remained in pretty regular contact after the date so Shonn decided to surprise him with getting back a couple days early. Luckily his target was easy to go after and had the same daily routine so taking her out was a simple task. He walked inside and chuckled seeing the halloween decor out already. “Hey you know what i should take us to? Theres a huge and i mean huge like multiple stories of a halloween expo. They bring all the stuff for haunts and animatronics. Theres also so much decor. Its in california but i can get us a private flight out there. Its pretty incredible from what i hear.” He said before pausing slightly. “Sorry a trip is probably way too soon but i can tell you really have a thing for the holiday.”

John bit his lip at the sight of the bouquet of the near blood orange sunflowers, smiling brightly and taking them from Shonn’s grasp. He could briefly remember sharing his like of flowers to Shonn -- and he knew for a fact it was a quick mention, something he said then didn’t dwell on in conversation for too long. But, Shonn had remembered and had even gone out of his way to get him a less common coloring of them. His heart ached in the best of ways. John blushed when he realized why Shonn was laughing and shrugged a bit but didn’t apologize for it because he truly loved Halloween, everything about it had drawn his attention from a young age. “It’s the best time of year,” he said, almost as if challenging Shonn to disagree with him but there was a playful little grin on his face. He stepped further into his apartment to find a vase and set the flowers in, humming softly the entire time. John stared at Shonn in disbelief though when he offered to do well, all of that with him.. or for him, whichever was still unbelievable. “I..” he shook his head, unsure what to say right now but he let out a soft laugh at the mention of this whole thing being too soon. “I love the holiday.. and, yeah, I mean.. we’d both have to take time off for something like that but holy hell that sounds.. fuck, I didn’t even know it existed.” he rambled on a bit. John didn’t know how to tell Shonn he was a very all or nothing type of person so the whole ‘too soon’ thing didn’t even faze him.. so he didn’t bring it up. John sniffed the flowers one more time then got a couple of beers out, offering one to Shonn before making his way to the living room. “How was work? I assume easy since you’re considerably early..” 

[procrastinatorimagines]

I Can Take Care of Myself

Fandom: One Chicago / Chicago PD

Character/s: Reader x Voight, Jay, Hailey

Warning/s: guns, blood

Word Count: 2,405

Request:  Could you do a voight imagine where him and the reader are together and theres an age gap and she has to go undercover with jay and vought is hesitant but let's her go and he gets a bit jealous of jay and at one point Voight protectiveness gives it away to the rest of the team that they're together. Add a bit of fluff and a bit of smut if you can. Live your writing by the way ❤

Summary: Y/N and Jay go undercover to bust a wealthy criminal couple, but when the op goes a little sideways, Voight’s overprotectiveness becomes too much

You could tell Voight wasn’t happy about it, he’d been short with you all day even though he was the one who’d given you the assignment. Milling your way through a crowd of rich pricks on the arm of a tuxedo wearing Halstead you tried not to take it too personally, but Voight’s protectiveness was starting to raise suspicion in the unit as to why he was so against you going undercover as Jay’s fiance, especially when he’d seen what you were wearing. Did you wear a dress this low cut to piss him off? Maybe a little. Did he deserve it for being overprotective and jealous for no good reason? Yes.

You’d been with Voight a little over a year, and you’d managed to keep it a secret from everyone you worked with. Sure, there was an age gap, but most of the time it went unnoticed, at least to you anyway, it seemed to bother him more, especially recently as the two of you were starting to get more serious. He seemed to think you’d be better suited to someone more your own age, well, a guy like Halstead now you thought about it. Seeing the two of you together, even undercover, was making him a little more self-conscious than he would ever admit out loud.

It was a high end deal, a rich family, the Andersons, selling valuable stolen property had racked up a bodycount during a home invasion gone wrong, and so Intelligence had been brought in to take them down. Jay had already introduced himself as a potential buyer and the rich husband had invited him to a house party to do the deal, but he needed a date to blend in. That’s where you came in, Burgess and Upton had already interviewed various members of the family, so they couldn’t go with him, and Rojas was working a separate angle with Atwater to find the hired muscle responsible for the robberies. That only left you.

Voight hadn’t been to happy about it, he’d been hesitant to sign off, despite it being your best option to catch these criminals with their hands in the jewel encrusted cookie jar so to speak. But he still wasn’t happy, not when Jay had wrapped his arm around your waist as you took your seats with the theives on their ridiculously fancy sofas, and certainly not when he’d given you a quick kiss before heading off to fetch the first round of drinks. 

Men, you thought, equal parts annoyed and amused by Voight’s reaction to you and Halstead, mostly because you didn’t view Jay in that way at all, and visa versa.

“You know what’s up with Voight?” Jay asked quitely as you guys stood waiting for your drinks at the bar. One of the three bars these people had in their house; throwing the cuffs on them was going to be so satisfying. You shrugged.

“Why would I know?” You asked, thanking the bartender for your drink as Jay raised an eyebrow at you, unconvinced.

“Well he seemed really against sending you in, anything I should know?” He asked.

“Not that I can think of,” you told him, suddenly finding the olive in your drink fascinating. There was a dinging of a glass on the otherside of the room before Jay could reply, Mr. Anderson was preparing to make a toast, then Jay was to follow him into his study to make the deal.

“Okay,” he shrugged, not believing a word you said, but there was no time to discuss it now, you had a job to do.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I can have your attention for just a moment I would like to thank you for coming tonight, me and my wife so appreciate your company-” Mrs. Anderson took her place beside her husband and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, “-now, our servers will be bringing out some light hors d’oeurves and gifts to show our gratitude,”

“Now please, enjoy yourselves,” Mrs. Anderson finished and everyone raised their glasses,

“Here here, cheers everyone,” you all took a sip of your drinks, Jay nodding to you as he went to find Mr. Anderson. 

His wife approached you at that point, inviting you into the drawing room for a chat while business was conducted; who the hell had a drawing room? You thought, feeling like you’d traveled back to the nineteenth century as you stepped in, not knowing whether to stare at the enormous portraits of the Mrs. Anderson lining the walls or the ghastly tastled curtains. You took a seat on an expensive looking chair opposite Mrs. Anderson.

“Now dear, while the men are discussing the dirty business, why don’t me and you discuss something else,” she smiled.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, trying to do your best to sound like you belonged there.

“Tell me something,” she mused, raising from her seat again and heading towards a set of shelves behind her, decorated with a considerable amount of expensive looking items. No wonder they were commiting robberies, if this was where all their money was being spent, you thought bitterly as Mrs. Anderson ran her hand over an ornate box. 

“Tell you... what?” You asked, unsure as to where the conversation was heading, you hadn’t even expected to be cornered by the woman, let alone interograted. She opened the box and pulled something out, but what you couldn’t tell.

“Tell me... how long have you been a cop?” Before you could react she turned around, pistol pointing straight at you, you barely had time to dive for the floor before the first shot rang, putting a hole through the back of the chair you’d been sitting on. 

There wasn’t room for any consealed weapons in the outfit you were wearing, so you got up quickly, heading for some form of cover as she fired again; people were screaming now, you could hear them running outside the door, not knowing where the shots were even coming from. Where the hell was Jay? Was he okay? Where was backup? You had a camera in your necklace, surely they were on their way in.

You jumped up, grabbing a letter opener from a nearby desk, throwing it at your assailant. She ducked out of the way, giving you enough time to leap over the sofa now separating the two of you, grabbing her wrist as you both struggled for the gun.

Out the corner of your eye you saw Jay burst in, white shirt red with blood you hoped wasn’t his, just as you wrestled the gun from her hand, momentum causing you to lose balance as she kicked you back, causing you to fall and hit your head on a table, then everything went dark.

-

When you woke up you were still in the drawing room, you’d only been out a minute, according to Jay. Intelligence had come in at that point apparently and the Andersons were in cuffs, the husband suffering some laserations from a glass Jay had hit him with, the wife perfectly fine and cuffed in the back of a patrolcar. 

“Easy, you good?” Jay helped you into sitting position and you winced, putting your hand to the back of your head, it was wet with blood but it wasn’t too bad, the pounding in your head was worse.

“What happened? What went wrong?” You asked him.

“Kev and Rojas got the hired muscle, but not before they alerted the Andersons that there were cops after them, we were the only new comers at the party so...” Jay told you as Voight came into the room.

“What the hell happened?!” He snapped at Jay. You shakily got to your feet to try and provide a buffer, stepping forward to slightly block Jay.

“We’re good, everyone’s good,” you said and Voight shook his head, “that’s what matters.” EMT’s tried to come check you out but you sent them away quickly, you’d get looked at once you knew Voight wasn’t about to give Jay a reason to need their services more.

“That’s what matters?! She tried to shoot you, you were alone and unarmed,” he replied, “where the hell were you?” He turned to Jay.

“Sarge I was doing to deal with Anderson, like I was supposed to, I didn’t know Y/N was even with the wife, I didn’t hear anything over the comms otherwise-” he tried to explain but Voight cut him off.

“Otherwise what? You would have done what you were supposed to?” He demanded.

“What I was supposed to?” It was Jay’s turn to raise his voice and you had a bad feeling about how this argument was going to end. “I was doing what I was supposed to, my job!”

“Your job,” Voight started, “is to keep your partner safe, to not let them go off alone where something could happen to them!”

“She-” Jay began but you interuppted.

“She can take care of her self,” you said, “and she doesn’t appreciate being talked about like she isn’t in the room.”

Jay sighed but nodded and backing off a little, but Voight stood his ground. “This is unacceptable, look at you, you’re hurt.” He moved closer, looking like he was about to reach towards you but caught himself at the last minute, but you could tell by the look on Jay’s face that he caught it.

“Look you want to place blame on Jay for not backing me up? Where was everyone else when she pulled the gun, why’d it take so long to storm the place?” You turned it back on Voight, not meaning to blame him but you could tell it stung a bit.

“We lost visual as soon as you entered this room,” Hailey said, approaching the three of you to see what was going on, “this room is teched out, no signals in or out of here. Robbery-homicide wouldn’t let us come in, Jay’s deal seemed to still be going smoothly so they said it was probably faulty tech on our end, told us to stand down.” A sideways glace at Voight told you he’d been vocally unhappy about that.

The EMT’s approached again, and you begrudgingly agreed to go to Med, still a little dizzy and definitely in pain, earning a considerable amount of looks from the rest of the unit when Voight insisted on riding with you to make sure you were okay. If they weren’t a little suspicious at the start of this op, they definitely were now. 

So much for keeping work and personal life separate, you thought, out of the two of you you thought you’d be the one to slip up first, but Voight’s behaviour today had you refusing to even look at him in the ambo, and you’d asked your doctor to keep him out while you were being treated. You weren’t a child, you were a cop, this was your job, why was he suddenly not okay with that?

“If you’re not going to talk to me, at least let me drive you home.” He said once you were stitched up and ready to be discharged, a minor concussion but you’d insisted on leaving as soon as possible.

“Fine,” you said curtly, but only because you didn’t want to walk alone in the dark with a concussion, however mild.

Most of the ride was in silence, any questions Voight had about how you were feeling were met with equally short answers and eventually he gave up. As he pulled up outside you place you said: “at least let me walk you inside.”

“I’m good, thanks.” You brushed him off, going to open the doors only to find that he’d locked them.

“Hank let me out,” you said and he shook his head, “Hank, I’m tired and seriously not in the mood.”

“You’re angry with me,” he said.

“Astute observational skills, you should consider a career in law enforcement,” you replied sarcastically.

“Okay that’s enough, you got something to say, just say it,” he demanded. “What’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter?” You turned back to him, shocked that he didn’t know. “Hank you’ve spent the whole day treating me like I’m made of glass, you didn’t even want me on the op in the first place, nevermind that it isn’t something I’ve done countless times before, and then you go yelling at Halstead for not protecting me, like I’m not capable of taking care of myself?! I’m a cop, a good one for that matter, and the way you acted today, overprotective, jealous... it was out of line, and the whole damn unit saw it! That’s what’s the matter with me!” He blinked at your outburst. “Now let me out the goddamn car before I say something I’m going to regret-” 

Before you could say anymore he was kissing you, but you pushed him away when you realised what was happened. “No, that... that doesn’t change how I feel, not now, it doesn’t justify how you acted today, I-”

“I love you,” he blurted out, stopping you in your tracks. Now it was your turn to look shocked, taking in exactly what he’d said, why he’d been acting differently recently... Voight was never one to express his emotions like this, so to say this caught you off guard was an understatement.

“Hank-” you began, not really knowing what to say but knowing you should say something. You settled for a kiss instead, pulling him closer to you and resting your forehead on his when you broke apart. “I love you too,” you told him, his relieved smile making your heart swell. “I-”

“It won’t happen again,” he promised, taking your hand, “I know what you’re capable of, it’s one of the many reasons I fell for you in the first place, so it won’t happen again.

You smiled, “thank you. Now could you please unlock these damn doors so we can go inside?” You both laughed.

“I probably shouldn’t go up, we’ve got an early shift tomorrow, Superintendent’s giving up a case from narcotics to work,” he explained.

“And what, you’re worried what the unit’ll think if we show up together?” You asked, his shrug answering your question. “Like they don’t already know after today? Besides, if anyone’s going to get hell for it it’s me not you, you’re still their boss remember?” 

You both laughed as you headed inside.

[scho-mackays]

Morning, love Y/N x George Mackay

You work with George in a theatre company, but he doesn’t let you walk home alone in the middle of the night and you have to stay over at his place

Word count: 1105 words

I’ll take you home. Was his final decision. You lived too far from the theatre company, but still, he wouldn’t let you go alone all the way. It was all so unintentional, so convenient, so when he said those words your heart skipped a beat and an immediate yes came out of your mouth. Don’t be so stupid, you told yourself a moment later. You had been working with him for months-- laughing with him daylily, him seeing you at your best and your worst. All for the sake of a good production, that to the point where you stayed behind with a couple of your co-workers to rehearse some extra hours, make the final arrangements. You didn’t notice it was three AM, what you also didn’t notice is that you sipped a bit too much on wine on the process. He did. He politely interrupted you, so consumed by work, and without asking, told you he was taking you home. You agreed. He knows that you live on the other side of London, and that you walk over to your flat; its how you feel the safest. Still, its three AM. 

He helps you put your coat on, and you begin to walk. He doesn’t talk much, you notice that he is looking for what to say. You don’t say anything, feeling a bit tipsy and not wanting to spoil it. 

“Are you sure you want to go all the way there?” you ask him as you feel tiny raindrops on your scalp. 

“Of course,” he answers with a smile. That smile. No matter what he does, when he smiles, however slightly, his eyes lighten up and there are small wrinkles that are formed around them. He is older than you, but those wrinkles are only found in people who smile all the time. You give him a goofy smile in return. Oh please, don’t let me be this tipsy. 

Distracted by him, you almost slip, but he gets a hold of you, pulling you towards him. You both laugh, but you can feel the heat rising up your cheeks as you notice the lack of space between you.

“You alright?” he asks as you stare into the endless blue of his eyes  

“Shit, I think its going to pour,” you comment, separating yourself from him. Y/N why are you like this? Don’t ruin it! your inner voice says, but you know you have to be professional with him.

“Ummm, I don’t have an umbrella with me and I don’t think you have one with you. I don’t think sending you off in a cabbie would be the best. Don’t you think its more convenient if you spent the night in my flat?”

“Your house?” you blurt out, “DO I LOOK THAT DRUNK?!”. He laughs, perhaps too much. 

“No, not at all.” He pauses to smile, “Well maybe a little, but to be honest I feel a bit tipsy myself, plus its a block away. If you wouldn’t mind.”

You agree to it. Wait, YOU DO WHAT?!

You stay silent the rest of the way, unsure of what to say. Your heart is pounding in your chest, there are too many things at play. As you arrive, he opens the door for you, and helps you up the staircase. Going out to the cold being tipsy was definitely not a good idea. 

“What do you think?” he asks. Surprisingly, his flat is very normal. Pretty, organised, aesthetic, but normal. You would have thought that a person like him, would reflect his personality in his decoration, but at the same time it was humble, just like him. 

“I like it very much,” you tell him, all honesty. 

From then on, he doesn’t leave you alone. Offering you a meal, an oversized t-shirt for you to sleep in, finding a Clinique makeup remover for you. Claiming that he did not get it from a woman, but that it is his own personal makeup remover he uses when he is curious. You believing him and laughing at his justification, given that he did not need one. Him pouring both of you a glass of wine, you telling him that it had been a while since you had a sleepover. 

“Well its been a while since I have had to sleep in a couch in my own home,” he laughs. You tell him how he doesn’t have to, how you can take the couch. He insists that you sleep on the bed, you insist he shouldn’t sleep in the couch. He asks where then he should sleep. 

“The bed of course,” you reply without thinking it twice. 

He raises an eyebrow. Shit shit shit shit. Y/N, you have outdone yourself. 

“You little flirt,” he smiles daringly. 

“Who, me?” you ask, getting closer.

“Yes, you,” he answers as he puts his hand on your back, and takes a step forward. 

“Is that so?” you challenge further, feeling his shortness of breath being that close he is. 

“I do believe it is,” he says in almost a whisper.

He leans in, and you don’t think twice. You put your lips on his. 

You look at him as you pull away, a millisecond, just to measure the damage done. He smiles at you and shakes his head, “why do you do this to me, Y/N, consume me like this?” 

He kisses you again, gently, but gentle is not enough. Theres a fire inside you both that you have not ignited. You search for him with your hands, your tongue, and he meets you with his. He kisses your neck, and you let him. You take the t-shirt he has given you and tug it upwards so lightly so he understands. He looks into your eyes, looking for a wordless ‘yes’ he needs to hear. He carries you, he lays you down. He kisses every inch of you as you call out his name. He answers with kisses and touch. George, why do you consume me like this,  you want to ask, until he does. Air leaves you, you forget your own name, until he says it over and over as if it were some sacred chant. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N”, he says in a song, in prayer, in awe. 

You wake up to your head in his chest, your hand close to his. Both of you perfectly still, both of you afraid to break the spell, charm, and curse you have cast upon yourselves. You close your eyes again, focusing on his heartbeat, only to have them open when he whispers, “morning, love”

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

So tumblr ate the ask of course, but @multi-fandom-remy (I hope this was you that requested this my memory is not good and if it wasnt I'm sorry) sent a fic request where Janus has alexithymia and Remy falls for him regardless. Gonna just post it this way, suck it hell site!

I had to do some research for this as I dont know anyone who has this and I dont personally experience it. I tried to write it as accurately and respectfully as possible but please let me know if you feel I wrote it wrong or in a way that's offensive.

Three Times Janus Didn't Understand and The One Time Remy Did

Summary: Janus has alexithymia and doesnt understand what hes falling for; Remy is perfectly content to teach him.

Warnings: none really. Just not understanding ones own emotions. Ts spoilers if you havent watched the most recent Sanders Sides episode

Ship: Remy (sleep) x Janus (Deciet)

WC: 1, 505

Remy's head snapped up as the bell above the door chimed loudly, letting in a rather peculiar character. Dressed in black save for bright yellow gloves, their long trench coat swept around their ankles as they turned to make sure the door was shut. Truly curious now, Remy leaned forward eagerly, excitement thankfully hidden by his dark sunglasses.

The glasses did little to hide his reddening cheeks however as the newcomer swept off his hat and turned fully to face the cashier.

Oh. Remy leaned forward casually trying to hide the flood of oh-I-am-most-definitely-gay panic rising up through his chest. Sharp eyes breifly met his before darting back down as they made their ways towards the counter. Thanking every god that could possibly be real that the shop was empty at this time of day, he smiled easily as they came to a stop in front of the counter.

"Morning coffee. What babe will it be?"

The stranger snapped their head up in confusion, giving Remy only a split second to retain that their eyes were very pretty, one a pale brown and the other almost gold before his brain caught up with what his mouth had just uttered. Red cheeks reddening even further he closed his eyes and mentally slapped himself over the head with an industrial bag of coffee grounds.

Opening his eyes once again, he chuckled. "You'll find me dont discriminate here. We got flat white, Irish cream, long black." He cupped his cheek and smirked. "Or maybe you're the shy, straight vanilla kind of guy?"

The stranger, to his credit, was unimpressed, almost making Remy pout if it weren't for the fact he was still trying to scrape his pride up off the ground. "A mocha with five espresso shots please."

Whistling low, he turned to complete the order. "I'm assuming to go?"

"Yes."

"Late night?" He grabbed a cup and fiddled with the machine a bit, turning to grab the pump for the espresso as it began to run.

"In a sense."

Snorting, Remy turned to look again at the stranger. Through his obvious good looks there were eye bags that could rival his room mates', slumped posture and rather ratty shoes completing the picture for him. "I always hated college exams. Theres never enough time to cram."

"We've all bean there."

Pausing in applying the lid to the cup, Remy smirked and turned. "Did you just-?"

Seeming uncomfortable, the stranger shrugged, taking the drink and handing over the money. Offering a quiet thank you they left quickly, coat flying out like a cape behind them.

---------

Janus shoved his hands deeper in his pockets on the way to his favorite coffee shop. He had only been going there for a week now, but the coffee was amazing, and the cashier/coffee maker was...interesting. Janus' cheeks still burned in what he now realized was second hand embarrassment at the way the other had flirted? with him the first day. Patton said he had been flirting so he'd have to trust his friend knew what he was talking about. His stomach gave another uncomfortable flip as the shop came into view, making him grit his teeth in annoyance. Everytime he came here the same thing happened with his intestines, like they were too tight and too loose at the same time, flipping his stomach around in a way that felt like the flu...but better? Regardless it hadnt started until he had begun coming to the little shop and Janus was determined to pinpoint the cause. That was why he kept coming back.

No other reason.

His stomach flipped again as he shoved the door open, grimacing as he made up his mind to buy some kind of pastry with his usual coffee to try to quiet down what he was now going to assume were hunger pangs. This early in the morning the shop was blessedly empty, allowing him and the cashier to have their odd conversations in relative peace.

"Morning babes!"

He glanced up and tried for a smile, letting the odd movement drop after only a couple seconds. Remy smiled and smirked enough for the both of them anyway.

He made his way up to the counter, startling as a to-go cup was pushed his way.

"Regulars get the Remy special. Their usual cup of hot coffee ready before they even come through the door." He winked as he leaned against the counter, hitting Janus with the realization that the man had apparently forgone his sunglasses for the day. Deep brown eyes stared back at him before he broke eye contact, snapping his gaze to the cup in front of him.

"I'd like a muffin with it today as well, if you would."

"Sure. What kind?"

Janus looked up hopefully. "Banana nut?"

Remy bit back a laugh, muttering 'nut' under his breath while retrieving the requested pastry. Rolling his eyes Janus dug out the cash; he was learning Remy was fond of unintentional innuendos, Patton pointing out that that had been what he was insinuating in their first meeting. He tried for a polite smile again as he grabbed his items after paying, stomach going it's odd flip again as the other man smiled back.

Maybe it was the air.

------

Remy perked up as the door chimed, smiling as his favorite regular made his way through the door right before closing time. He had somehow gotten the rather shy man to agree to a date (an outing the other had insisted) taking place after his shift had ended. He seemed tense and Remy was determined to take his mind off whatever it was that kept his shoulders up and head down. He grabbed up his sunglasses as he hopped over the counter, earning a confused smirk for his effort. Smiling easily, he readjusted his bag and whipped out the store key to swing around his finger.

"Ready to go, tall, dark and snarky?"

The man merely ducked his head and shoved his hands further in his pockets, strolling quickly out the door for Remy to follow.

"So I realized we're going on this date-"

"Outing."

"Alright babes. So we're going out and I still don't know what to call you?"

The man stared blankly. "You call me things all the time?"

Sighing in exasperation as the Prompt went completely over the man's head he gestured them forward. "I meant your name hon."

"Oh! My name is Janus."

Tilting his head in surprise, Remy regarded him for a moment. "Janus. I like it. Really suits your aesthetic."

Janus seemed unsure of how to respond, scuffing his toes along the sidewalk rhythmically. "My aesthetic?"

"Yeah. Janus is a Roman god right? I can see it."

Offering up a blank look, the other man pursed his lips in thought. "No one...well usually people say that Janus is...an odd name."

Remy shrugged. "I took some course or other in high school that taught about ancient gods or whatever. People are bitches."

Moving away slightly, Janus nodded. "Undoubtably."

-----

Alexithymia.

Janus watched as everything seemed to click into place for his companion. This was always the tipping point in every relationship, friend or otherwise. Patton had been the only exception thus far that accepted the fact that Janus was a lost cause when it came to emotions.

No, that wasnt fair to himself. There was nothing wrong with him, he knew that. It was only the fact that he couldn't understand the emotions being processed. He knew he had them, he just could never quite pinpoint which ones, at any given time and what the reasons for them were. Sure it made socializing difficult, people often labeling him as awkward or withdrawn in any given situation; when in reality he just was rarely given enough time to try and pinpoint what one emotion was before being put in a situation where a different response was needed. It was honestly exhausting.

He bit his lip as he looked back over to Remy, seeing that same smile he always gave him that made his stomach flip every time. He tried offering one of his awkward smiles, feeling that that was the most appropriate for the situation.

Remy softened as he took off his glasses, turning to face him fully. "You dont have to do that around me, it's okay. Just be yourself, and tell me if and when you get uncomfortable yeah?"

Janus' eyes filled with tears as he twisted his fingers in his jeans. An intense wave of emotions came over him, making him choke slightly as he tried in vain to process everything. He felt Remy take his hands gently and squeeze them, tugging slightly as he unconsciously leaned towards the other.

Just two people sitting on a park bench in the late evening, with about 15 shots of espresso between them holding each other with a confused understanding. Janjs smiled, a very tiny one, but the first genuine one in a long time.

Despite everything, he had Remy. He knew he'd be okay.

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[littlebitoffanfic]

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Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Characters: Thomas, Relationship: Thomas/reader Request: Hi, I have a request. It's for Thomas Hewitt, like when he first started killing to provide for the family, could you do a moment between him and the reader where he is about to ask her to marry him but Charlie brings in new victims and the reader is called by Charlie to help. But, she doesn't have time to answer his question and Thomas almost takes it as a rejection, but knows you do love him. Later one of the victims escape and try to take the reader away. Thomas stops them and she says yes. It had been a hard few months for most of the family. The new ‘life style’ and everything that came with it had certainly provided a challenge for the Hewitts, but things were certainly better now. You had settled into a new routine with Thomas, which he was grateful for beyond words. You were his childhood sweetheart, someone he had always trusted and always would. You would come to play with him as children and, as you both got older, a romantic relationship began. It started slowly, and you never really had the whole ‘ask each other out’ thing. It was just a shift in the way you were with each other. After your first kiss, you were his entirely and without question. Thomas watched you out of the kitchen window. You were hanging up washing, even though it was evening. But the sun would stay up for another few hours and you could dry a few things. He felt like he was in a trance as he watched a soft wind blow your hair and dress slightly, reminding him of an angel descending onto earth. His own angel. You stuck with him through everything. Through the skin issues, through the bullying and outcast, through the family issues, and now on a whole new level. You had killed for him. It wasn’t intentional, but someone had been about to stab him when you had shot the guy through the head. You rushed to Thomas, about in tears because you were afraid he was hurt. In the following days, his mind was unable to think of anything else but you. Thomas leaned against the sink, the small box in his pocket feeling like it was burning. Luda had given it to him a few years ago. She had been vague, saying it was for the person he loved, but everyone knew she intended for him to give it to you. but the timing was just never right. Not in a bad way, but you were both content with what you had. But now, he wanted to take the next step. He knew it wouldn’t be an actual wedding. But living together as a couple, as a married couple, he wanted that. He wanted to see the ring on your finger as he lay with you at night, wanted to think of you as his wife rather than girlfriend. You hung up the last shirt which belonged to Thomas. It probably wouldn’t dry tonight, but you could hang them over the radiators. Glancing back at the house, you saw Thomas was standing in the kitchen, watching you. not in a creepy way or one that made you feel uncomfortable. No, sometimes he just liked to watch people. He enjoyed sitting at the table and watching you and his family talk, or when Monty and Hoyt would sit in front of the TV and bicker. You had noticed Thomas had been acting weird for a couple of days now. He seemed distracted but, at the same time, transfixed with you. Something was playing on his mind which you had tried to ask him about but he wouldn’t answer. You didn’t bother picking up the basket, since you’d need it later on so you headed straight back inside to Thomas. But he instead met you outside on the porch. You were about to ask if everything was okay when his arms wrapped around your waist and you were pulled against his chest. You giggled, wrapping your arms around him as you pressed a kiss to his masked cheek. You could feel his heart was hammering in his chest. “Are you okay, sweetie?” you ask, pulling back with concern on your face. Thomas felt his heart swell at hearing the pet name you reserved for him. He nodded, unsure if he was doing this right. But he knew he couldn’t walk away again. He had tried to do this four times, and failed each time. He knew you loved him, but what if this was too much of a commitment for you to accept? But he just had to ask you. You watched as Thomas shifted from foot to foot, seemingly caught in his own mind. “Love?” You ask, reaching up to rest your hand on his shoulder. The touch seemed to jolt Thomas as he quickly pulled off his mask. You instantly smiled, because you loved it when he took his mask off for you. Thomas began to lean down, and you thought he was going to pick you up. He liked to do that and throw you over his shoulder playfully. But he didn’t. Instead, he dropped to one knee. He pulled a small black box out of his pocket and your hands slapped over your mouth which opened in shock. It couldn’t be? Was he really..? You felt your chest burst with excitement because you had been dreaming of the day he might ask you to marry him. well, he couldn’t ask, but he certainly could show it. Opening the small box, you saw a ring sitting in the centre. A beautiful diamond one which was sparkling in the soft sunset. “Thomas.” You breathed, tears flooding your eyes as you tried to memorize this moment. The man you loved, with a ring, asking you to marry him. “i-“ you were cut off before you were able to say those words that would mean so much. “[y/n]? Fuck, we got a problem!” Hoyts voice hollered through the house and you heard gun fire along with swearing. “Thomas, theres another in the car!” Instantly, you felt fear run through you. Another victim. Victims. You turned back to Thomas, angry hat the moment had been ruined by Hoyt. “Thomas-“ you try to speak to him, to tell him you loved him and you would marry him in a heartbeat but Hoyt calls out again, sounding like he was struggling. You had to run inside to help, you had to. You glanced over your shoulder as you saw Thomas shoulder slump as he pulled himself up again. He stared down at the ring before shoving it roughly in his pocket and walking round the side of the house, mostly like to get the other person out the car. ------------- Thomas watched as you looked between the door and back to him in panic. Watched as you rushed inside after his uncles barks for assistance. Thomas managed to stand without collapsing under the heavy weight of rejection. He pulled his mask back on, before looking to the box. It wasn’t meant to be. He wasn’t meant to have a wife. He knew it when he was younger. This wasn’t the sort of life he would force on anyone he cared about, but you? You stayed because you loved him. No part of him, no matter have negative his own opinions of himself, could deny your love for him. He loved you wholeheartedly and that would never change. Stepping off the porch, he decided to circle round the side of the house to avoid you. he would give you some space for a while, and hopefully this wouldn’t ruin anything between you both. ----------time skip ------------- You sat in the kitchen, waiting. Thomas had been downstairs for a while now. Even since the three new victims were pulled into the house, he had been locked downstairs. You hadn’t seen him since, since he had proposed to you. you wanted to run to him, to tell him you adored him, but you were still not sure about the basement and the family were pretty clear you shouldn’t go down there. you tired to call him a few times, but never got an answer. instead you decided to wait till he came up to go to bed. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you sighed as it turned 11.30pm. What if he didn’t want to marry you any more because you hadn’t responded to him? What if he took it that you didn’t want to be with him anymore? you bite down on your lower lip, your leg shaking up and down as you waited. Resting your head on your hand, you leaned on the table and let out a soft sign. Suddenly, a large hand clasped over your mouth. You went to scream but it was muffled but the hand. You looked up and saw one of the men from earlier. He hadn’t seen you since Thomas had brought him in, but you didn’t see him. Tall and lanky with bug like eyes and a weak excuse for stumble name you shiver with repulse at his touch. “Shh, I’ll get you out of here.” He hissed as he looked around the kitchen. His free hand grabbed your wrist and he hauled you out of your seat. You hook your foot under the seat, causing it to topple over as he pulled you towards the door. “let go of me.” You cried against his hand, trashing against him. “Shut up.” He hissed to you. he let go of your hand but you weren’t out of the woods yet. Instead he grabbed a large knife that had been sitting out and held it in front of you so you could see it. Your eyes widened as you froze. You then heard the basement door open and Thomas rushed into the room and froze when he saw what was happening. You, staring at him with wide eyes filled with fear. A man stood with his hand over your mouth, threatening you with a knife. A low growl left Thomas’s throat, but the man saw him faulter. He saw that Thomas wouldn’t risk you getting hurt. “You say back. Or-or I’ll kill her.” He suddenly cries out, pointing the knife at Thomas as he started to pull you both out the back door. Opening your mouth wide, you bit down hard on as much skin as you could. The man let out a high-pitched scream as he stumbled back. You sprint out of the way as Thomas charges towards him. The two men fall out the back door onto the porch as Thomas gets the upper hand. Kneeling beside the man, he grabs the first weapon he could find. Thankfully, the man had dropped the knife in the fall. Using the same knife that had been used to threated you, he plunges it deep into the man chest. He eyes glared down at the man, eyes that screamed “mine!”. Thomas sat back on his knees, panting slightly as he watched the man closely for any sign of life. But the body didn’t move. Thomas didn’t move until he heard timid footsteps at the door. “Thomas?” you breath, scared he was hurt. Your eyes find the knife embedded in the mans chest while Thomas knelt beside the body. When he heard you call his name, he looked up at you. Instantly, you broke. Rushing to him, you collapse to straddle his lap your arms wrap around his neck. His own arms locked around your torso, keeping you securely on his lap. He held you close as you sobbed on his shoulder out of fear. You mumbled his name now and again, but he just stroked your hair lovingly. Eventually, you pulled back and he was surprised to see you were smiling at him. “Im so lucky to have you.” You pull his mask off and drop it to the side so you could cup his cheeks and lean your forehead against his own. He smiled at the intimacy, having missed it himself though the day. “I’d be so lucky to be your wife.” You breath and Thomas pulls back. His eyes were wide and confused but with a glimmer of hope. You smiled. “Earlier, I never got to give you my answer.” You pointed out. Thomas lets go of you and you move off his lap so you were now kneeling in front of him. He reached a shaking hand into his pocket and, with slight hesitation, pulled out the ring. He opened the box and offered it to you once again, his eyes darting down and unable to meet your own. “Yes.” You smile, seeing Thomas look up at you once again, his eyes exploding with joy. “my answer will always be yes.” You lean forward, across the ring, and press a kiss to his lips as if you were sealing a vow. He melts under your touch, one of his arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer once again, only this time you were sitting across his lap with both your legs on one side. His arm wraps around your waist as he kiss you. Thomas felt like his heart was about to explode with joy and love for the woman in his arms. You were first to break the kiss and Thomas takes the opportunity to offer you the ring. You take it out of the box and slid it onto your left ring finger. It fit perfectly. Holding it out, you present it to Thomas who leans down and kisses your hand. You cuddle in against his chest, looking up at the night sky. Stars speckled the blackness and, in that moment, your world was perfect.

[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

Carnival Date Larry x fem reader

Him and Sal came up for the idea while in town together.

Lisa and you were at the apartments and she sent Larry into town to look for a part.

The two discussed the idea over lunch

"So you said you wanted my advice on something?"

"Oh yeah! So dude my 1 year anniversary with (Y/n) is coming up and I want to do something special but I've never been good at that romantic shit. I thought maybe I'd take her to a nice restaurant but that's so cliche."

"Did (Y/n) say she wanted to do anything specific? Maybe just ask her?"

"I would but I know exactly what she'll say. She'll tell me we should spend it in our pjs cuddled up in my bed watching a movie or playing games."

"Ha she really is perfect for you huh?"

"Exactly she's perfect dude! And we do that most weekends we hang out. I want to do something special for her because of how amazing she is to me. I mean do you know what shes doing today?"

"What's that man?"

"She's helping mom clean up Charlie's old apartment. I guess Mr. Addison wants to get it cleaned up for new tenants. When mom and I were in there this morning and she realized she'd need the parts from the hardware store (y/n) volunteered to help her."

"She is really nice. Plus she seems to make you a lot happier."

They finished their quick meal still unsure of what to do leaving Larry a tiny bit frustrated.

Despite a few decent ideas between the two they weren't able to come up with anything that he felt was good enough for his girl.

When the two were checking out at the local hardware store Larry noticed a particularly colorful flyer in the window.

"Hey Mr. Wilks is that carnival flyer new?"

"Oh yeah some of those carny folk came by and hung that up just yesterday. They also gave me some to hand out if you'd like."

The colorful flyer made a brilliant idea pop into his head.

"Sure man I'll take one."

"Sweet a carnival would be fun."

"What if that's what if I took (Y/n) there for our anniversary?"

Sal nod happily seeing the brilliance in the idea also considering asking Travis.

Grabbing both the flyer and the bags the boys left the hardware store picking up some lunch for the girls before heading back go the apartments.

Two weeks had passed and if was the Saturday of Larry's and (y/n)'s year anniversary.

Larry had saved up some money for the last two weeks.

He did anything and everything to earn even a little money.

Mow lawns? Yep

Run errands for older residents? Definitely

Stand out on streets and sketch people? Every Friday.

Selling his supply of pot? You bet.

You would join him for dinner thinking that was all that was planned.

Lisa had helped him prepare a really nice meal.

Despite it being like your millionth date together he was still nervous redoing his hair at least ten times

When he opened the door to you, you were dressed so beautifully he felt his actual jaw drop.

"Woah you look fucking amazing love!"

Ash had helped you pick out an outfit of a black cami tank top, a high waisted purple plaid skirt that went slightly above your knees, knee high tights with ribbons on the knees, and of course your black converse. I

ts moments like these that made Larry realise how much of a goddess you truly are.

"I'm a lucky bastard."

You giggled with a blush before standing on your toes to kiss him on the cheek.

"You look amazing too Larry." You beamed.

Larry was dressed in a dark red button up and his ripped black jeans. I gently grabbed her hand leading her to the table that was nicely set with everything all out and warm.

With the wonderful smell and how beautiful the Johnson dinner table looked you smiled turning around and wrapping you arms around Larry.

"Oh Larry this is so nice!"

He hugged you back but let out a small chuckle.

The two of you took your seats and began eating.

"This is just dinner babe the real fun comes later tonight." He winked giving you a quick kiss on the lips in between taking bites.

You blushed letting out that adorable laugh that Larry loved.

"I figured Lar it's not one of our dates without something happening in the bedroom."

He quickly realized you had thought that he was making one of his pervy jokes.

"Wait no no no! We're going somewhere after this. And it's not a sex thing."

This made you perk your head up confused and interested.

You smiled playfully pushing his arm.

"Are we gonna go see a movie? I didnt think the theater was showing anything you'd like."

"Nope and I'm not telling you so eat." He chuckled making you fake pout your lips.

Once the food was finished he grabbed his wallet and keys as well as a black sanitys fall jacket in case you got cold.

The whole car ride he teased you about where you were going.

"Please just tell me Lar!" You pleaded with a giggle.

"Nope. Sorry love you'll just have to wait and see." He chuckled.

Soon enough he pulled into the parking lot turning to face you once he shut off the engine.

Your eyes were already huge and filled with excitement.

"You're taking me to the carnival?!"

"Yep Sal and I found the flyer in town and thought it would be perfect." He said with a nervous laugh.

He was really hoping this idea would be special enough for you.

"Larry that's so cool! Thank you!" You cheered leaning over and hugging him tightly.

He hugged you back letting out a relieved sigh, so good so far.

Once the two of you got your wristbands you decided to head to the games section first.

You both played a few of the games together having a bit of a friendly competition.

At the last booth there was a Teddy Bear with a little plastic guitar.

As soon as Larry Saw it he knew it had to be yours.

Since it was a basket ball game it didnt take Larry too long to figure out out.

Sure enough after like 6 tries the small bear was yours.

He turned around handing it to you proudly

Of course you responded by hugging him tightly and kissing him on the lips.

The first ride you both rode was a roller coaster, Larry's favorite.

He made sure to hold onto you tightly whether you needed it or not.

The next ride was the tunnel of love they had set up.

AS you can imagine Larry got quite handsy making out with you the whole time.

The last ride was of course the ferris wheel and Larry had timed it perfectly that you were on the ferris wheel at sunset.

The first thing he did was take out his phone and take a photo of the love of his life followed by a selfie of both of you.

The next thing he did as the temperature had dropped quite a bit was wrap his jacket around your shoulders.

"You always look so hot in my clothes."

He smiled leaning down and kissing you softly.

When you two pulled apart you laid your head against him and he wrapped an arm around you.

"This has been so perfect Lar thank you so much."

"Honeslty love I should be thanking you. Everything is perfect with you by my side. Ever since you and I met my lofe has been so much brighter, happier, and all around better. It's like before you came around I was wondering around in one of my drawings. Life was flat, black and white, and sometimes pretty scary. Then I met you, and all of a sudden my life was colored in and beautiful. You're like the Sunshine breaking through the grey storm clouds. I was gonna buy you something nice but my mom suggested this instead. It was what my dad gave to her on their 1st anniversary. I replaced the chain but basically when he gave it to her he said that she was his sun because his world would be incomplete without her. And I think that's so accurate for how alone I'd go back to being without you."

He held out a box with a beautiful necklace with a sun pendant.

You pulled out your own gift for him but it was in an envelope.

"I figured you would be so concerned about doing something special for me that you would forget these just went on sale."

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

With a perked eyebrow he took the envelope opening it up carefully to reveal three Sanitys Fall tickets.

"It's for their show in a couple months. And theres a ticket for all three of us."

Lardy didn't hesitate to hug you tighter than ever before

"Holy shit I love you! I love you so much!"

You giggled hugging him back.

When you pulled apart he helped you get the necklace on and you couldn't help but admire it.

As you two were walking out to his car that night he lifted you up on his back the whole way.

On the car ride home you ended up briefly falling asleep making him admire you as much as possible without wrecking.

"I'm so gonna marry you some day love."

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Meeting Roman Godfrey

Chapter 1

Warning - cursing.

I never thought I’d miss traffic and noise. I always took it all for granted, hated it even. But now itd be a welcome old friend. Instead here i was, in a town with a handful of stop lights and not even one mall. You had to go on a road trip, to experience civilization, but I loved my uncle and he needed me... even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

I spotted a Barnes and Noble and actually squealed in excitement. i pulled up in my big body Benz and looked a little bit out of place, but i didnt care. My car was understated low profile over the top. With its clear panoramic sunroof, so much technology, and ambiance lighting, id always kid with my uncle that i needed it for my mental health. Really I was terribly spoiled and I knew it, yet I appreciated it and never tried to rub it anyone’s face and NEVER bragged.

inside there was a shockingly big lego display and i remembered how much i used to love assembling complicated structures, while most girls played wth dolls. People never interested me, like how machines and structures did. While most little girl wanted to play with dollies and imagine scenarios about their weddings and husbands, I was trying to improve my laptop (catching a few on fire in my early years).

I walked over and spotted a gigantic Death Star set and clapped in delight, when i heard a chuckle behind me. I turned around to find the best looking man I’d ever seen, dressed in a very nice suit for New York, let alone this shit hole town. He didnt waver or look away when i looked at him and almost looked as though he were daring me to look away. My god he was shockingly gorgeous but looks never have intimidated me, not much of anything does.

“What’s funny?” I asked looking him dead in the eye.

“You.” He smirked.

“Your face is funny.” i huffed and rolled my eyes. Who did he think he was? Green eyed, puffy lipped bastard.

To my surprise he laughed and looked me up and down. Assessed me like i was livestock. sizing me up and trying to decide if he could break me. 

“I’m Roman.”

“I’m American.” I replied.

“No my name is Roman.” He laughed heartily. An amused twinkle in his eye.

He really had the best smile, and I really have a thing for noses, if you think about it, its the most imprtant facial feature. A nose can make or break a face, and his cute little slightly upturned nose with its perfect symmetry was for sure making it. combine that with gorgeous green eyes, long lashes, defined bone structure and standing at least 6′3″ he must be one of the biggest pains in the ass, this side of the Mississippi!

 If i was the type to give a shit, I might feel self conscious in my velvet Juicy track suit with my hair in a sloppy pony tail and not even a stitch of make up but luckily i was not. Why pretty boy wanted to trade names, probably had nothing to do with me, and much more to do with what he could get out of me. I usually didn’t pay much attention to anyone of the opposite sex, I just didn’t have the patience or interest, but something about this one...

“Generally when I tell someone my name, they oblige me with their own.” He said staring into my eyes with such an intensity that I reacted almost involuntarily.

I have a defect. If someone tries to tell me what to do or control me, I am not fucking having it. Authority has always been an issue, and this was no different. I bet he isnt used to being ignored, and i do enjoy helping people expand their horizons so i turned around and acted like I hadnt heard him.

He walked in front of me, blocking my view of the legos and ducked down a bit to get eye contact. He’s either crazy or incredibly confident. I raised my eyebrows as if to say “can i help you” and I know my face was absolutely sassy.

His face hardened “tell me. Your. Name.” He said slowly and deliberately.

Now it was my turn to laugh. I looked at him to see the smile or just kiddding , but it never came... WOW. So I leaned my face a couple inches from his face and I said “ha. Ha. Ha.”

The look on his face was absolutely priceless and just as I was about to walk away victorious, his nose began to bleed. Probably a coke head, i thought but I was pretty bored in this town so I figured I’d give him the benefit of the doubt and help him out. 

“Oh shit, your nose is bleeding.” i said lookinbg around for any type of tissue, when i noticed we were right next to the restrooms.

“What? Seriously? Can you get it?” he implored looking all frightened, dare I say fragile.

Without any hesitation, I wiped the blood from his face. “Come with me, we need tissue, bathroom is right here. Look up and hold your nose.” I grabbed his hand and recieved a shock. static electricity stayed with me a lot and often scared people but he didnt even flinch. He laced his fingers in mine as if it were the most natural thing in the world and i led him to the bathroom.

Once inside, I grabbed some tissues and directed him to stand over the sink. I wet some paper towels and wiped away the blood and then took took the dry tissues and pushed his head back and crammed little tissue torpedos in his perfect little nose. 

“Gotta admit, this is new.” He quipped, admiring my handy work in the mirror and laughing in spite of himself. 

“What? Bloody nose or a girl not being putty in your manicured hands?”

“Um.... all of it. You don’t listen, you’re kind of rude, but then when theres an issue, you dont hesitate to help and then you’re taking better care of my nose bleed than anyone. no one really takes charge with me.... and now I’m in a bathroom with a woman and we aren’t fucking.” He laughed again.

“Fucking. Classy. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were the Godfrey asshole everyone keeps telling me about.” Ever since I’d arrived at Hemlock grove, I’d heard Godfrey this and Godfrey that. Their name was on everything and I’d heard the son was like a 21 year old gorgeous ladies man that was as kind as he was humble. 

His face fell into a frown.

“I see that’s the general consensus about that guy. Cheer up Charlie, your nose stopped bleeding most likely, let me just pull these out. i gently pulled the tissues from his nose and waited for blood but none came. “Boom mothafucka its on!” i laughed at my own ridiculousness before turning and washing my hands.

“You are ridiculous” he stated matter of factly. 

Roman stood there quietly thinking. I could almost feel the wheels turning in his head. His mood had completely changed at the mention of the Godfrey kid.Maybe his family had lost everything because of them too or the guy stole this guys girl, i felt a little guilty so i relented a tiny bit.

“Hey listen, Roman was it?” He nodded and bit his lip. oh he knows what hes doing. boy he was trouble “I’m sorry if the Godfrey’s are a sore subject. I don’t know anything about anybody here. I’m just helping out my crazy uncle that fell down his basement stairs and broke his hands and neck. I’m from the west coast and this dreary fucking place isn’t exactly my cup of tea. I don’t know why I’m rude before I’m polite but it’s involuntary. My name is Letha, it’s like Lisa with a lisp and now I’ve officially over shared.” I could feel my face turning red. Why was He making me such an awkward mess? My God this WAS new.

suddenly he grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me in stopping just an inch away from my face. “Who put you up to this?” He asked with such venom in his voice it made me flinch. “WHO!?!?!” He screamed in my face.

I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. My mind raced and I began to panic. No one has ever screamed in my face like this and I didn’t like it and yet, the way his eyes searched mine and the tenseness in his body and just sheer panic made me do something I hardly ever did. Especially to a crazy stranger in the bathroom, but I had the overwhelming NEED to hug him. I fought past his hands trying to hold my shoulders in kind of a silly slap fight and grabbed him around the waist and buried my head in his shoulder. He smelled so good.This was outright crazy behavior for me, and i was confusing myself but if i tried to not think, it almost felt nice. A tense minute passed with me holding him as he calmed his breathing with his arms raised. If anyone walked in, it’d be pretty weird.

“Nobody sent me you nut job! Hug me back, you need a hug. And I am NOT a hugger.” i squeezed even harder, nuzzling my face into his collar, his chin gently resting on my head.

His arms hesitantly closed around my back and then he crushed me into a deep embrace. He really did need a hug. “You ok now crazy?” I asked trying to pull back to look at his face but he held me fast. He started to shudder a bit and it was then I felt the moisture hitting my forehead. 

Was this crazy ass dude crying? Oh no he was really crazy. Shit shit shit. Good job Letha, you’re gonna get murdered in a bookstore bathroom in shit hole Pennsylvania on a Friday afternoon. Why did you hug this fucking guy? Are you crazy?

Roman loosened his grip and looked deep in my eyes searching for something. What? Im unsure, but he must of found it, because he laughed and looked almost sweet, except tears were running down his face and a moment earlier he screamed at me. Boy I can pick em.

“Well Ms Letha, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’d love nothing more than to take you out this evening wherever you want to go. Before you refuse, I assure you I’m not crazy, it’s just I had a cousin named Letha, which I’m sure you’re aware is an unusual name, that I loved very much and she passed and I’m sorry. It caught me off guard.”

I had heard about that Letha. Everyone that found out my name, told me about Letha Godfrey, the Godfrey girl that was as kind as she was beautiful, but tragically got knocked up and lost her mind talking about angels being the father, and dating some weirdo outcast. when she went to give birth in the familys intimidating skyscraper medical facility, she mysteriously died and so did her baby.

“You’re the Godfrey kid.” I practically whispered staring at him with wide eyes as I tried to recall what I’d said about him TO him.

“Hardly a kid anymore I think.” He smiled. He was so handsome, it was freaking me out. “What’s your phone number? I have to run to the white tower, and then I’m all yours.”

I knew better. He was too good looking and too rich and too everything but something told me he needed me. I know it sounds crazy but I believed in my heart and soul, this perfect beautiful fucking legend of a man needed me. I can’t explain why. I told him my number and turned to walk out of the bathroom, but he grabbed my hand.

“Please answer.” He pleaded pressing a kiss to my hand. He wasn’t trying to make me do anything now. He was giving the power over to me and i was honestly taken aback a bit by the almost desperate look in his eyes. I knew in my heart, he genuinely needed me, but for what?

I can’t explain the feeling I felt in that bathroom with this man, but when I say I felt a deeper connection to him than I’d ever felt in my 22 years on this earth, I mean it. It was thrilling, and scary, and strange. I smiled at him and nodded my head.I tried to lie to myself and act like i wasnt going to answer but dammit I so was. 

Maybe it would work in my best interests favor that my uncles’ home was 50 miles outside of town in a very isolated area so I doubted once I told him where hed have to pick me up, he’d actually follow through.

He didn’t follow me out of the bathroom and I just made a bee line for my car. I had to go. I couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear. The cashier smirked at me with what I suspect a knowing glance. Boy oh boy did I know better than to get involved with this guy, but what was the worst that could happen?

[simple-skarsgard]

Untouched

Pairing: Virgin!Bill x Sexy!Reader

Prompt: Bill loses his virginity to you obviously lol

A/n: Obviously Bills experienced lmao. So if you wanna imagine this takes place in highschool or college or whatever, you go ahead lmao. But theres no set time for this one shot. I hope you all enjoy cause I think I’ma like this one a lot lmao.

"I'm a virgin."

The words came out of his mouth and hung heavily in the air- expanding and taking up all the space in the room until it filled with nothing but silence. He swore the whole world had stopped moving then and there. For a whole minute he felt his heart freeze and fear began swelling inside him the way the words had in the room.

You were straddling his lap as he was propped up on his elbows with his shirt unbuttoned to show his chiseled body, lazily hanging on his shoulders. Your hands had stopped at his pants and had them unzipped to show his very prominent bulge.

The heat was rising to his cheeks the longer the silence hung between you. He felt as if you were getting further and further away with every passing moment. Fear setting in that he may have ruined everything you had.

"Oh.." was all you said. Just.. 'Oh'...

"I-I'm sorry," Bill sat up and began to button up shirt, eyes forced to look to the ground feeling embarrassed. It never occurred to him that it might've been a problem. He zipped up his pants, shame flushing his cheeks at how tight they were. 

"I should go," were the next words that came from his lips and just as his hands were on your hips to help you off him, your hands cupped his face and turned his sad eyes to meet yours.

"Why do you have to go?" You asked, an obvious disappointment in his decision to leave. Truth was you didn't want him to leave. You wanted him to stay with you and you wanted to make him feel comfortable.

"I just..," his face was tilted to your direction, but his eyes stayed looking to the ground. It was almost like he felt guilty for being .. that thing.

"There's nothing wrong with you being a virgin, Bill."

He inwardly cringes at the word as if it pricked his chest. He hated having to hear it now, it was uncomfortable having to admit it.

You cup his cheek and run your thumb over his cheek bone,"Bill.. Look at me.."

He shuts his eyes tight as if mustering the courage to face the ugly truth before he sighs, visibly letting go of his stress. The tension in his face and body draining as he opens his lids to stare at you with glossy green orbs.

You smile a little and kiss his temple before withdrawing and meeting his eyes again.

"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do. I know how intimidating this experience can be and I want to make sure that you want to do this. I'm not pressuring you."

"It's not that I feel like you're pressuring me.. I just..."

"You just...?"

"I want to be able to please you!" He admits aloud. His fear of not being good enough surfacing and making itself seen in plain sight. Although he still had clothes on it felt as if that sentence alone had stripped down to his bare skin. Vulnerable and naked.

You’re silent for another moment, not sure how to respond, because how in his right mind would he ever believe he wouldn’t know how to make you feel good? He could have you like putty in his hands and he was totally unaware of it. The number of times you had to touch yourself after a heavy make out session and he would leave. The times you were a shriveled mess in the very sheets he was sitting on in that moment, moaning his name as a blissful orgasm washed over you.. He knew none of that?

While you’re stuck in your thoughts trying to process all this information, Bill is staring at you. Eyes searching you over and raking over your body- still straddling his hips- and just drinking in every curve and edge of your being. He’d fantasized about being able to touch you in this way for the couple of months you’d been together, but now that it came down to it, he couldn’t have been more paralyzed. 

What was he so afraid of?

Zoning back in you look at him and see him staring at your chest, only slightly exposed beneath the v-neck you’d been wearing. He seemed distraught and far too into his head, like he wandered down a path that he couldn’t find his way back from. 

You take one of his hands, the sudden movement slamming him back into awareness so hard he jolts like he’s been caught in a crime. You lead his hand to your breast over the fabric of your shirt and notice the shock widen his eyes like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Almost like allowing a crook to get away with his crime. 

Which wasn’t accurate to say the least. This was no crime. There was nothing wrong in the situation other than how stuck he seemed to be. 

“You don’t know how many times I’ve daydreamed about having you touch me Billy,” you take his other hand and guide it so it slips under the hem of your shirt and travels upward, making sure his fingertips drag along your skin ever so softly. 

Bill’s only response is to blink as he feels his right hand resting over your boob and you drag his left until it brushed over the lace of  your bra. You slip his fingers into the cup of your bra so he feels your breast in his hand, making his mouth go slack a bit.

A part of you wants to giggle, because he is like a school boy drooling over you, but you’re more turned on with the fact that he hasn’t stopped you from guiding him. He was open to being shown how to make you feel good and if that didn’t tell you he was going to be amazing already, then what else would.

“I’ve had so many dreams of you fucking me into my bed and just feel you inside my pussy, Bill.”

You make his thumb brush over your hardened nipple, not failing to catch the release of little breath he’d been holding. Seeing how things are well so far, you decide you’ll take a bigger step and strip off your own shirt, hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and drop the articles of clothing to the floor.

Bill’s eyes graze over your now bare upper torso and his hands lazily rest along your waist, but the longer he takes in your appearance, the more you feel the anxiousness in his fingertips as he presses down on your skin. He drags his hands up your body, no longer needing much of a guide. A tiny moan passes through his parted lips and he feels tension growing in his cock.

He tilts his head as if trying to capture your view from every and any angle, fascinated with your appearance. Specifically, because it was you he was staring at. Every little mole, freckle, stretch mark and fold of skin was hypnotizing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says more to himself than you as he leans in and begins to kiss your chest, up to your neck, not sure if you’d be upset if he were to leave a mark behind or not.

You bring your hands up to tangle in his hair and guide his kisses, sensing he’s still a bit hesitant  on where he’s allowed to kiss. You even tilt your chest up slightly and bring his head down so he kisses just above your nipple. He can feel his heart rate climbing and neediness along with it as his lips part to start leaving open mouthed kisses on your soft skin, letting his tongue graze you slightly.

Upon feeling your fingers tighten in his hair and a small whimper emerging from your throat, he takes it as sign you like what he’s doing and lets his lips close around your nipple to suck on the tender bud while his right hand resting on your hip moves to grip your neglected breast.

He feels the breath hitch in your throat and the way you push his face further into your breast, not being able to restrain your greediness of the attention you’d been craving for so long up to this point.

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve laid here touching myself, wishing it was your hands on me,” your eyes shut and leaning your head back as your body’s instincts take over and you begin to rock your hips against his growing bulge, knowing he too needs attention.

His hot breathes grows heavier against your skin and his moaning grows more audible as he feels the friction against his almost painfully sensitive cock. He takes his chance to switch tasks with your breast- sucking on the other and running his thumb over the other before pinching it to roll it between his fingertips.

You could feel your wetness growing between your hips the longer his touch lingers on your body, losing yourself in the pleasure. Bill sensing he’s on the right track, turns to flip you over, leaving him hovering over you and your legs wrapped around his waist as he begins to kiss you again. His tongue slipping into your mouth and brushing against yours to run slickly against the muscle.

Before you can process how much more turned on he’s left you, his fingertips slip passed the band of your shorts and panties and runs between your folds.

“So wet,” he moans gently as his kisses stray from your lips to your neck as his middle and ring finger slip into you.

Your walls close around his fingers as he begins to move them in and out of your pussy. He hears the swishing of your pussy with every pump and he’s unsure of why that turns him on further, but he’d guess it’s because it’s an obvious sign you’re feeling into him as much as he is into you.. Just a guess though.

As his fingers are working inside you, he leans further back just enough to catch your form beneath him. Your eyes are closed and head leaning back with your back slightly arching off the bed. You looked as if you were drowning in ecstasy and trying to come up for air in his eyes.  

“Wait,” you grab his hand and reluctantly make him stop his movements.

Panic sets off, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,”

“So then what is it?”

You move his hand away before you nudge him off and turn him back so he lays flat on the bed with you straddling his lap.

“It’s that this is about you.”

He furrows his eyebrows,”Babe no I want to-”

You press your hand over his mouth and muffle the words before he can get them out. “Want to make me feel good- yeah I know, but you’re going to have many opportunities to do that, but this is your first time and it’s important to me that you get the attention.”

He ponders a moment, upset that he won’t get his wish fulfilled of being the one to please you, but also understanding where you were coming from. And it wasn’t like you were wrong. This would undoubtedly be the first of many times you and him have sex, and every chance after so would be another step closer to learning your body as he wished. So he complied by nodding in agreement.

The elegant smile Bill loved seeing on your lips spread wider into the goofiest grin before you removed your hand and crashed your lips onto his again. He blinks before reciprocating the kiss and hands instinctively groping your ass as you rock your hips against him. 

Your tongues intertwining and your hands pulling at his hair, making his moans pass into the cavern of your mouth as it continued its movements against his. Your hands began to greedily claw at his clothing and shred them off his smooth skin until you’d stripped him down bare. If he didn’t feel naked before, he sure as hell did now, but you refused to let him get snagged in the web of self consciousness as you still ground your clothed crotch against his naked member.

His hands rested on your hips as he delved into the friction you were giving him so freely and generously. His head tossed back into the bed sheets and his Adam’s Apple bobbing down with the little noises he wasn’t even trying to restrain coming from his throat. His neck being so exposed was only calling you to attack it with desperate open mouthed kisses, hardly being aware of the little control you had was slipping from your grip. All you wanted to do was ride him until he was cumming into your tight little cunt.

“Oh god,” he rasps as his fingers unconsciously dig further into your hips, the sensations in his balls and dick growing to a pleasure he’d never imagined feeling so much better than when he would touch himself.

"Does it feel good, baby?" You cooed letting your lips gently graze the skin of his neck before biting down with enough pressure to make him moan.

He merely nodded with his eyes screwed shut, an expression of desperation with eyebrows turned upward in vulnerability. His tongue flicking out to lick his dry lips as if tasting the bliss that you made him feel.

"You look so pretty," you comment mesmerized by his beauty. Your hand unconsciously slid up his bare torso and gripped his throat. His eyes blinked open in surprise but he made no indication for you to stop. He even reached his hand to guide the placement so your fingers rested along his cheek, fingertips bridging over his jawline and palm on his throat.

"Kiss me," he said breathlessly. "Please."

You did as he asked, your hand still placed where he left it and squeezing just barely feeling his pulse against his jugular. The longer this went the more you realized you desperately needed Bill inside you.

"Are you ready?" You mumble between your desperate kisses.

"Yes."

You withdraw enough and don't break his eye contact as you stripped. His eyes wandered down your body in a new perspective. Imagining you naked was nowhere near as good as it was seeing you. All of a sudden his mouth went dry and his chest grew tight, he was growing anxious. And you seemed to notice because your lustful eyes furrowed with worry.

"Don't be scared, Billy." You reassured him and ran your hands all over his chest."Just relax. It'll feel good, I promise."

He let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding and nodded. It never ceased to amaze him just how well you'd learned him in the short time you'd been together. It was impressive, especially since most would never be as caring as you. You always did your best to make sure he was comfortable in any situation and he with you.

"I don't doubt it, babygirl," he leaned up to cup your face and kiss you again just as you lower yourself on his shaft. The pressure in your core making your walls clench around him and his groan unable to be suppressed.

"Fuck."

Your hands reach to cup his face and you kiss him passionately before he can fully process your wet, tight pussy around his cock. You rock your hips and hear the clapping of skin on skin. The sound of your wetness swishing as his dick pumps in you.

Every few moments your movements would falter just enough to catch your breath, especially Bill. The ability to breathe had gone increasingly low and he was grateful for the smallest pause to regain breathing as it seemed to only grow louder and impossible to quiet down. But you didn't seem to mind his now slicked-sweat body and heavy breathing. In fact, it seemed to be more of a turn on.

And he was right. You were infatuated with every noise he used as response to communicate the pleasure he was feeling. The little whines and slight shifting under you to watch his dick slip in wnd out of you. It was all such a beautiful connection that you were grateful to give to him. At least he would know that someone he loved and someone who loved him in return would be the one to experience this with him for his first time.

Then he felt himself twitching in you. He gasp and moans,"Im gonna cum." He blurts out, almost worried. He didn't want to finish before you. He didn't want to seem he couldn't last. "S-Slow down. I won't last."

"Cum for me baby," you encourage breathlessly.

He whimpers and shakes his head in refusal. "N-No."

"Please cum for me baby," you pick up your pace, feeling him twitch in your walls,"I want you to cum in my tight little pussy."

His eyes shut tighter as he visibly tries to hold on. So you gripped his hair and appreciatively accepted his whimper, crashing your lips on his and slip your tongue in his mouth. He moans into your kiss when suddenly he feels himself release into you. His eyes roll back and jaw drops open as you touch every inch of his skin and keep your movements steady to make sure he feels the total wave of his orgasm take him over.

His body tensed and his fingertips tucked into your skin. You felt him ease into the mattress until he relaxed completely beneath you. 

When his eyes fluttered open he sighed with disbelieve at how amazing he’d felt through the entire thing. A few tears in his eyes slipped down his cheeks from how powerful he had cum, but his shock wore down quickly. He frowned and looked at you.

“You didn’t cum,” he sounded disappointed.

“Bill I told you, I couldn’t care less about not finishing,” which you’d been honest with him. You didn’t care about finishing, but you were seeing how much he cared.

His frown stayed in its place, refusing to leave.

You folded your lips before thoughtfully chewing on the right corner of your lower lip before you came to a conclusion that would be a win for both of you.

“How about..,” you run your hands through his hair and scan his face, admiring his cheekbones and his swollen lips,”you go down on me.”

His face went red,”Wh-What?”

You chuckled before your expression softened, clearly aroused,”Eat my pussy, baby.”

Bill would have choked on his own spit then and there had you not gotten off him and splayed yourself out on the bed beside him, bending your knees and spreading your legs as you bit your finger and made bedroom eyes at him.

“Please?” you stirred slightly moving your hips against the sheets,”Eat my pussy, please Billy?”

He swallowed harshly before turning his body to lay on his stomach and situate himself so he was staring at your dripping core. A soft moan passed through his lips. “Oh, fuck..”

He reached to caress your folds delicately before inching closer, glancing up to meet your eyes over the valley of skin of your tummy and between the mount of your breasts. You looked beautiful.

He hesitated, this was new to him and he didn’t want to do anything wrong, but he trusted he’d watched enough porn to have an idea of what to do. So he shook himself free of his doubt and let his hands rub up your thighs, sliding up to grip your breasts. The sounds of your whimpers encouraging him further before he licked a long strip between your folds..

The jolt from your body wasn’t anticipated, but definitely reassuring. He moved around to slip your legs over his shoulder and wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep them in place as he repeated his first movement. The whining from above grew at your lack of being able to move as freely as you had moments ago.

He smirked a bit before he began to kiss your core, his tongue swirling and slicking between your folds and pressing flat against your clit. A low moan rang from your throat as your hips unwillingly rose to grind against his tongue.

“Bill,” you moaned and began to play with your breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples and rolling them between your fingertips. Bill could feel his confidence growing with every response you were eliciting. You were so responsive and he liked it. It was reassuring to know he was giving you the pleasure he so desperately wished he could.

“Rub my clit,” you suggest and he listens, pressing his index and middle finger to rub your clit in circles before switching into a figure eight motion.

“Oh god,” the words rumbling in your throat,”I’m gonna cum, Bill.”

He almost panicked, stopping for a moment before re-initiating his gestures just barely any faster, hoping that it’d bring your orgasm faster. And so it came, your juices spilled from you and along his tongue. Your hips lifting off the bed and thighs trembling in his hold.

Your head fell back into the sheets and jaw dropped as you let out a long sigh of satisfaction and your eyes screwing shut. Bill swore the next time he got you to do that face that he’d be coming with you. He would figure your body out and he would keep this image of you in his head, for it was the most beautiful expression he’d witnessed on you. 

When your hips fell back to the mattress and your legs went slack with exhaustion, Bill licked you clean and kissed his way up your body. His lips peppering your skin until he reached your chin and he looked down at you in admiration until you cupped his face and kissed him passionately, tasting yourself on his lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed into your kiss, feeling his own exhaustion catching onto him.

He collapsed at your side and allowed you to cradle him so his cheek was pressed to your bare chest. You twirled his slick hair in your fingers, watching his eyes fall close. He looked defeated in a chaotically beautiful way. Drained but at peace.

“I love you..” Bill says with his eyes closed before they slowly open and he searches your expression almost worried he’d crossed a line he shouldn’t have.

“And I love you, Bill.”

He smiles before letting himself drift to sleep in your embrace. 

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Should Have Known Part 4

Part 1 ,  Part 2 , Part 3

Prompt: Imagine getting pregnant with Dallas Winston’s baby but he doesn’t want it

Dallas knew he'd screwed up as soon as he walked back into your room.

You were sitting up in your hospital bed staring at the scratchy, stark white sheets, only barley looking at him when he appeared out of the hall.

Dallas sighed, running his hand over his face before crossing his arms and leaning againt the doorway. "I talked to your brothers. Darry's picking up Soda and Pony. They'll be here soon."

You nodded as your body tensed and you bit your lip.

Dallas took a step forward then stopped. For once he wasn't sure what he should be doing. His hands itched to be doing something. To step into the room and help you, to get a nurse, to call Darry and tell him to hurry the hell up, to run out and not stop until he made it back to New York. But instead he planted his feet against the ground to keep himself from shaking and stepped into the room, standing beside the bed he rubbed his hand along your back while your groaned and clutched the bed rail.

After a few minutes when your hands released the bed rail and your breathing evened out he moved to the chair next to you and pulling out a cigarette.

You just stare at him as he flips open his lighter and lights his cigarette.

"Why did you tell the nurse you were the father?" 

Dallas rolls his eyes a little and shrugs. "I am aint I?" He asked taking a long drag of his lit cigarette.

"I thought you said you didn't want anything to do with the baby? Or me for that matter."

"I know what I said alright! I just..."

"Just what?!" You asked as he took another puff of his cancer stick. "For the love of God would you put that out!"

He took another long, slow drag before putting it out against his shoe. "Alright, alright."

You were quiet for a second before speaking up "Look Dal, I appreciate you driving me to the hospital but we can't do this. You can't just disappear for months then show back up when you feel like it." You tried to meet his eyes but Dallas was too enthroled with his lighter to look at you. You knew him well enough you'd have been able to see the guilt in his eyes. "I won't let you do that to me and I certainly won't let you do that to my daughter."

Dallas' head shot up, "Its a girl?"

You sat up a little straighter, "That's what doctor said. I named her Annie."

"After your mom?"

"Ya."

"Look kid its not that I want to be that guy who shows up in the kids life every couple of months. My old man was like that and believe me I don't want that. I just had a lot of thinking to do the last couple of months."

"Oh ya?" You asked wincing and shifting in the bed. "And what did you come up with during all that thinking?"

Dallas ran his hands through his hair and opened his mouth but was cut off.

"Y/N!" Sodapop yelled dashing into the room past Dallas and straight to your side. He was still wearing his DX shirt and cap with a little grease smearing his hands.

Dallas sighed and sunk down into his chair.

"How you doin baby girl? I'm sorry we left you home alone. Is the baby okay? Are you okay?" Sodapop rambeled, his hand resting on yoir stomach over your hospital gown.

"We're fine Soda. We still have a few hours before anything-" you took a deep breath through another wave of pain, "happens."

"No baby yet?" Ponyboy asked appearing in the door, Darry behind him.

You shook your head still riding out the pain. "Not yet."

Darry noticed the dissapointed look on Ponyboy's face and laughed, claping him on the shoulder. Walking into the room his eyes found Dallas in the chair by your bed.

"Dal," he greeted awkwardly with a nod of his head. Dallas noded in acknowledgment, casting a questioning look towards you. You shook your head. They didn't know.

Well that was one of the first things Dallas planed on changing.

Darry stepped forward and Dallas rose to shake his outstretched hand. “Thanks for taking care of her for us.” Darry spoke with an uncertain cenceritry.

“No sweat.” Dallas threw back casually even though you could see by his shoving his hands deep into his pockets and slightly hunched posture that he was nervous. Little ticks you’d picked up on over the years spent observing him. Years where you’d admired him and thought you’d seen the real him under his icy shell. He was gonna do something stupid.

“Look Darry, theres something you oughta know.”

“Dally, please not now!” You begged earning worried glances from Sodapop who was looking between you and Dallas with worry. You brushed him off as he tried to run his hand over your hair soothingly but didn’t fight when he gripped your hand in his.

“Then when Y/N? What whan the kids ten?”

“Baby Curtis here yet?” Steve asked suddenly popping into the doorway of your room matching Sodapop perfectly in his own grease stained DX shirt sans hat.

“No not yet, Steve.” Soda answered him from your bed, squeezing your hand reassuringly, casting his best buddy a smile.

“Well dang.”

“No baby yet huh?” Two Bit asked suddenly appearing next to Steve with Johnny trailing behind him. Steve shook his head. Johnny’s eyes widened as he caught sight of Dallas standing in the room beside Darry. His eyes cast over them then flickered to you. When you caught his eye his gaze fell on the floor.

He knew.

Dallas had to have told him. You couldn’t believe Johnny Cakes had known and somehow not told you. He was notoriously bad at keeping things from you but somehow he had kept his own knowledge from you for months.

“Hey, Dal. How’ve you been man?” Steve broke the tension in the room or maybe just added to it addressing Dallas. You weren’t the only one who hadn’t seen him in months.

“I’ve been around.” Dallas replied only taking his gaze off Darry for a second to look around the room. He caught Johnny’s questioning gaze and winked. “I’ve had to get some thinking done.”

“Ya, we heard you got locked up a couple of months ago.”

“Ya, that was before. But things are gonna be different now. I’m not getting locked up again. I got more important things to worry about now.”

“Dallas.” You warned.

“Dallas Winston,” Darry took a deep breath, “if you’re trying to say what I think you’re about to say, then you and me better step out in the hall. Because I’ve got a lot I need to say to you.”

“Then maybe we should.”

“I knew it.” Soda muttered beside you as you began to cry and another, much more painful contraction cut through you making you cry out.

“You son of a bitch.” Darry bit out, “How the hell could you do this to her then run away like a coward.”

You yelled again gripping Soda's hand in a vice like grip.

“I'll go get a nurse!” Pony called running from the room, taking his chance to escape.

Everyone else stood there unsure what to do.

“I was wrong Darry but I'm not running away any more. I'm gonna be here alright.”

Darry shook his head. “I don't believe you.”

Everyone was silent as your contraction began to pass and Soda helped you lay back against the pillows. When you were settled he turned to the rest of the gang, “Hey! Now is not the time. Darry, Dallas you take it outside. The rest of you go and make sure they don't kill each other! Y/N and the baby don't need this right now so all of you get out until she asks for you to come back!”

Dallas looked like he might argue but the tears in your eyes told him it was a bad idea. Quietly they all filled out into the hallway. Leaving you to cry your pain filled sobbs into your brother's shoulder.

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[pbandjesse]

Jesus christ my back hurts. But I am in my own bed in our new apartment!! Its slightly unpacked and going towards organized.

My back actually hurts so bad that I can't lay down but I also can't stand up anymore and sitting doesn't work everything is on fire it hurts so much. Im shaking it hurta so bad actually. I just took some meds and I have an ice pack. But i am really really uncomfortable.

I really hope i can sleep easily. Today was a lot. But it was really good too. I slept alright enough. Woke up. Got dressed. Helped pack a couple more things before I left for work.

I got thr big breakfast with hotcakes from mcdonalds. So I could also have it for lunch. And that worked out really well because there was no way for me to leave to get food today because it was hella hella busy.

And just everything was a shit show in the morning. The phones weren't working, the internet was down. A whole bunch of stuff was going wrong, it was a mess. I was at the front desk helping and Kaitlyn askes ne to throw her the keys to the building and I fucked that up and ended up hitting sime candles which exploded. So I bought those and a pin. At least they were on sale and i get a staff discount already.

The rest of the day still felt dragging and messy. But I had a nice time talking to the group that came from the Smithsonian and the walk to end brain surgery group was nice. I only gave one real tour but it was a lot of fun so I cant complain to much.

But my shoes were hurting me. And knowing James and his friends were moving all of our stuff was a bit stressful. So my belly hurt. I had a lot of fun talking to Kaitlyn though and that helped ease the day.

Jess was moving today too and was having problems. First she's doing it all alone. And i feel really bad about that, but shes strong. And shes hiring people. But then she gets to the rental place to get the keys and no one was there. They showed up over a half hour late. Then when she gets there its really dirty and shes overwhelmed so she hires cleaning people to come. She at least got to make a floor plan drawing and explore the neighborhood. She has her mom there now. So I truly hope tomorrow goes better for her.

At 330 James came to get me and my bike. We didnt have a lot of time. But him and the guys had moved everything in to the new place that they could fit in the truck. And we had an hour to get a New Couch.

This whole couch nonsense has been really stressful but we got to the restore and there was a large purple sofa with fluffy pillows and good structure. And it seems basically new. For $100. Perfect, sold!!

We went to the studio. Got a couple more things. Theres still some stuff. Odds and ends mostly. But we got most of the food and the bookcase. And decided to head out even though it seemed like the Amazon package i ordered would be there soon. (Surprise it claimed it was delivered moments after we left and when james were back for it it was gone. Unsure if stolen because the driver claimed he left it in a mailroom we do not have. They said i have to wait until Monday to see if it shows up for a refund so i can replace it.)

Poor sweetp was crying and very dramatic trying to push out of his carrier. But we got him to the new place. Which was a bit overwhelming. I showed sweetp around. And then James brought all the stuff up. I helped with the book case but then there was the couch.

The only problem was its solid. And heavy. And large. But I did my very very best and got it inside. At first my body was like "nope!!!" And I wasn't sure I would be able to do it. But me and James are a good team and No one was permanetly injured. Just squished a little.

James left to return the truck. But he was back within the hour. While he was gone I fixed the bed. Dad must have accidentally put the bracket on upside down that holds the bar to hold the bed up. But i was able to fix it once i figured out the issue. And once the bed was made i started sorting.

I moved boxes all over. To their appropriate room or space. I attacked it best I could. And then James was back.

He worked on the kitchen. I would go between the bedroom and the living room. I decided to switch the rugs because I didnt want a purple couch and an orange rug. Way to Baltimore. So the living room is darker and I am very happy.

I worked in the bedroom and putting as much away as I could. Im really excited.

We worked for hours but the space is half livable now. We had pizza in the living room. I worked on fixing up the bathroom. Put up the shower curtain. I was able to pry open the painted shut medicine cabinet. Im very proud of that. And we got so much done. I really truely refuse to live out of boxes. So this will be done as fast as i can manage. And i have the next 2 days off to work on just that.

We both got washed. I took a bath. Its a really nice tub and I love being able to look at the old tile. I am really excited to be living here. Despite weird old building probelms its just so great.

The aspirin i took is starting to help. Im still hurting but its not as intense. I am so ready to sleep.

Were gonna watch monster factory and rest. James has work but the store opens a bit later so we don't have to rush the morning. And then ill just work on getting stuff together. Ill probably try to get some things at the hardware store. It'll be a really nice day.

Sleep well everyone. Send us your good vibes tonight!!