#theres no tension here dont even worry yourself

[alowkeyclown]

sure i'll go with u to the haunted ruins wreathed in half memories from your traumatic childhood PLATONICALLY COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY PLATONICALLY OF COURSE IM SO CASUAL ALL OF THE TIME DON'T EVEN WORRY

[luvanniiee]

Chill and Unwind .

non-idol!felix x gn/afab reader

synopsis : you come home from a hard day of work , feeling overwhelmed by everything , your bf felix helps you relax and forget about everything thats troubling you .

warnings : smut mdni , established relationship , sub!reader , softdom!felix , unprotected sex (wrap it or it falls off) , sensual massaging , reader has a vagina , oral (f & m receiving) , cunnilingus , oils , vanilla sex , everything is soft here , breeding , multiple orgasms , overstimulation , slight edging , pet names like baby , princess and things like that. lmk if i missed anything:)

a/n : hii its annie here and uh this is my first story on this app , so be nice ! also i got this inspo from a porn vid 💀 . dont ask , anyways enjoy !! lowercase intended

wrd cnt : 200 +

story under cut !! ;)

9:23 pm

youre driving home from work , tired as usual . the boss always gives you a hard time . what do you expect when theres a deadline coming up ? but today , he was a little rougher this time . he was so pushy . do this y/n , he would say , or get this done , he would add . it was too much. everyone moving around fast , it made you feel overwhelmed . you just couldnt wait until you were home with your loving boyfriend .

and now youre pulling in the driveway to the house you shared with him . lee felix , he sure was a catch . hes so beautiful in all aspects , sometimes you would dread bringing him along to the stores , people would stare a little too hard at him sometimes . it made you feel proud that you were the only one lucky enough to be with him . but it also made you feel jealous because of those men and women eye fucking whats yours .

hey baby , someone said snapping you out of your thoughts . you hadnt even realized you walked in the house . oh ! hey felix , you said . you set your keys down and gave him a hug and kiss . you must not have realized that you were almost clinging on to him . when he tried to back up , you would only hold him closer . hard day baby ? he said . yeah , my boss was being a cunt again, rushing everyone for a stupid deadline .

oh , my poor baby . im glad i ran your bath , go on and get in it baby , and when you get out , daddy will give you a nice massage to help you chill and relax , okay ? he said . you nodded and went upstairs to take that bath .

11:14 pm

you’ve finished your shower and felix was sitting on the bed waiting for you . you smiled at him softly and made your way over to the bed . since you were only in your towel , felix took it off of you and laid you face down on the bed . ready? he asked . you nodded , and felix got up , grabbed the vanilla scented oil and poured it into his hand .

he rubbed his hands together and laid them on your skin . you shivered at the contrast of his warm hands vs the cold air , forming goosebumps on your skin . feel alright princess ? he asked before he massaged you . you hummed in agreement . and he started his massage .

you felt his hands moving down your lower back , towards your ass . the way his hands gently gripped and soothed your muscles really turned you on . do you like it honey ? he asked . yes felix , your hands feel nice . you say lifting your head to speak . he chuckled lightly at your response . and you smiled to yourself .

11:35 pm

felix has you on your back now , so youre facing him . his lips are on yours , kissing you passionately , lovingly , making you forget about everything that worried you . you felt safe in this moment , you felt vulnerable being naked in front of him . his hands massage your boobs , while kissing you . you grind your hips upwards to ease the tension you felt down there . you needed friction , he was more than willing to give it to you . but he wanted to take his time .

as his hands traveled down your body , his mouth traveled down as well . kissing and sucking on each nipple . taking his time to appreciate you . his efforts to make you feel better made you really hot . as his hands travel from your stomach to your lower body , he stops just above your pussy . not touching it , but enough to make you need him more . i know you need me here , your love juice is coming out a lot . he said. i wont keep you waiting my love , i know you want me to make you feel good . he added.

so he took two fingers , and slowly played with your clit . it wasnt much , but it was enough to make you whine for more . please felix i need it so bad . you said . he gave you what you wanted by speeding up . he took his thumb and circled your clit with it while his middle and pointer fingers were deep inside you . aw fuck d..daddy it feels s’good . you moaned out . that only fueled his desire for you . so he leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth .

the feeling of his mouth gently sucking on your clit , was too much for you . in a matter of seconds , felix had you moaning and panting as you released . your eyes rolling back , and back lifting up off the bed . the more you were coming down , the more you realized that felix was still sucking at your clit . the overstimulation quick to set in . s . stop i already came . you moaned as you tried to push him away . he got up and took his fingers out slowly . he brought them to his mouth and sucked on them . moaning at the flavor .

he looked at you , with his fingers still in his mouth , and fingers wet with your cum and his spit . he took his fingers from his mouth and kissed you on your lips . you moaned at both the flavor and the fact that his boner was pushing against your sensitive clit . he grinded himself into you , seeking a slight relief from how hard he was .

baby , can you help daddy out ? he asked . he sounded a bit needy , so you couldnt keep him waiting . he leaned back on his knees and you sat forward . you wasted no time taking his pants off , revealing his erection . it slapped against his lower abdomen , causing a slight noise . he moaned as you took him in your hand . his precum leaking out from his tip . you gave him kitten licks causing him to whine . stop teasing me baby , put it in your mouth now . he groaned . you obeyed him .

thinking about the times where you teased too much and he ended up punishing you , you took him in your mouth as soon as he finished his sentence . his hips stuttered due to his sensitivity , as you were sliding him down your throat , he grabbed some of your hair and pushed himself more in your mouth . you gagged because of his size and how far he was down your throat . it sent pleasure waves down to your pussy making you drip on the bed . although you were still a little sensitive from the mind blowing orgasm he gave you , you wouldnt mind going again .

fuck y/n … you..youre mouth is s’good . he moaned . his moans always turned you on . you subconsciously moaned , making him thrust his hips forward , pushing himself down your throat even more . fuck stop … stop i dont want to cum yet . he groaned forcing himself out of your mouth . with a pop , his dick was out of your mouth . you caught your breath and wiped your mouth clean from the spit .

he kissed you and laid you back down . he spread your legs and put them on both sides of him. he looked at you , desperation , lust , love , need in his eyes . you gave him a nod and with that , he slowly pushed himself into you . both of you moaned at the stretch . although you guys have had sex before , you werent quite used to him yet .

he pushed himself all the way until your pubic areas were meeting . he sat there for a few minutes , letting you adjust to him . and also keeping himself from ending it all by cumming . move now daddy , you moaned as you grind your hips into him . okay baby . was all he said before thrusting slowly into .

his size was so incredible , always making you feel full of him . you whined as he kept pushing himself deep and slowly into you . i..ah…i want more daddy please . you begged him , you wanted him to speed up , which is what he did . he fucked himself into . both of you moaning loud . it was almost like a competition of who can moan loudest . mmgh fuck…fuck me babe , so tight an..nngh..and good for me . he moaned out , the last part coming out as a whisper .

his praise compared to how deeply and fast he was fucking you , had your head spinning . you felt yourself getting closer and closer each snap of his hips . fel…fuck daddy im gonna cum ! you moaned loudly . he brought his hand down to rub your clit , pushing you over your limit . you came with a loud cry of his name . fuck felix ! you screamed. he slowed down enough to help you through your orgasm .

soon as your breathing slowed , he sped back up . chasing his own high . you could tell he was close . his breathing was uneven , his eyes closed tightly , biting his lip , his hips sloppily thrusting into you . fuck fuck fuck y/n i… aw fuck im cumming i..m cu… he came with a loud moan of your name . he stills his hips and releases his cum into .

as if his cock wasnt filling enough , his cum filled the tiny space his cock wasnt touching . he shakes with each sharp thrust , gasping as each rope of cum shoots out . his eyes roll back and his head falls back . then his head falls forward looking at the mess hes made . he slowly pulls himself out , and watches as some of his cum leaks out .

he pushes it back in you , not wanting to waste it . you twitch a little from the aftershocks , and he looks up and smiles at you . let me clean you up , and then we can talk more about that day you had . he spoke up . how could anyone have energy after that ?

he drew the bath , and yall cleaned up . as soon as you hit the bed , your eyes start to close . now about that day … he said but then realized that you had fallen asleep . he kissed your cheek and turned off the light .

i hope that you guys enjoyed this ! i hope it was good for the first time ! ill be making more soo put in some recs !!

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[ppnuggie]

May we have dating headcanons with First Aid and GN reader? I love him he's so blorbo and silly shaped 🥺🥺😭 little patootie, thank you :D!!

　　　　　　FIRST AID x gn reader

　　　　『　first aid ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> dating hcs

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— tysm for requesting this 😭 i love first aid sm hes such a babe ,, heres some hcs :3 theyre kinda long 🫡

| • aid is new to dating someone that isnt cybertronian ,, so there may be a few bumps at first but you both learn to talk about it and what to do to improve

| • hes quite fascinated with the human body in general ,, and may ask some silly or crazy questions about it

| • if hes not too busy ,, he'll ask to study your body in general to see how it works as it is a little hard to learn how to treat organics when theres not any research on the ship in general

| • he could ask brainstorm but then it'd dissolve into something else and worse ,, and he may learn a few things he may not need to know or want to know

| • when first aid isnt asking about your bodily functions ,, hes quite a sweetheart

| • he's quite careful when he's handling you ,, making sure you're comfortable up on his shoulder ,, keeping his servo on your back so you dont fall off or hurt yourself

| • hes also quite generous ,, helping you with some of your work as the liason of earth ,, or offering to ease some of your stress or tension

| • though since he is a doctor ,, he may or may not scold you when you eat a few junk items

| • or he'll be on your case if you havent drank enough water for the day ,, he worries about you :(

| • though due to his work he isnt always free ,, most the time you visit him in the medlab and help him with whatever he lets you

| • usually its sorting some items that arent too heavy for you to move ,, or just sitting on the counter and doing nothing

| • he does feel bad about it :( he does want to spend time with you which is why after hes done he takes you straight to swerves for a little catching up and bonding time

| • at night he joins you to sleep even if he doesnt need it ,, that doesnt stop him as he still snuggles into your bed and wraps his arms around you

| • if you wake up a lot in the night he'll give you some medicine to help with it and coo you back to sleep

| • hes just a nice guy to date in general <3

[jameson-hawthorne]

i should totally do a part 2 of that fanfic...

HERE I GO!

IMAGINE THIS SENARIO

ever since that night, you have been coming back to that square, curious if Rohan would be there. but he never was. so you would just sit and look at the statue of the cowboy for an hour then go back to avery. but tonight, the 3rd night that you've been coming down there for rohan, hes there.

Your breath hitches when you see his lazy stroll. You cant help but stand and wait to see what he will do. He walks up to you carelessly and sits down on the bench without saying a word to you.

You follow suit and just bump him on the shoulder

"whats got you into a mood, Mr Rohnie?" you smirk

he just glances at you

"dont call me that" he grunts

you smirk even more and start to poke his side and tease him

"Mr Rohnie, Rohnie , stuck up, suck my dick Rohnie"

he ignores you as he just sits there, elbows on his knees, staring at the statue.

you finally realise that something must be seriously wrong

"dude. you ok? you seem like you want to punch someone, if not me, in the face. And that, let me tell ya, would be a waste of such a strong fist"

Rohan just sighs and stands up

"its none of your business. i just need to blow off some steam"

you stand up too, and it makes you feel old how your knees click as you do. You want to brush your fingers through your hair until you realise you are bald.

you awkwardly rub your bald head, trying to pretend you didnt forget.

you nudge Rohan, and he nudges you back. You guys spend a good few minutes just nudging each other and smacking each other in the head.

you then take your shirt off, and Rohan does the same. you cant help but stare at his built torso. it was a six pack, fuck, better than you again, beautiful chest muscles that flex when rohan moves his arms.

You realise that Rohan is looking at you in a similar way. hes got his eyebrows raised, with a slight smile on his face as he looks you up and down.

"gyatt damn" you murmur

Rohan chuckles and continues smacking your bald head

Afterwards, the smacks turn into full on boxing. Your heart starts beating faster as you dodge punches and throw your own. you already have a swollen eye, but you continue the boxing match. He swings left, you dodge and swing right, he dodges and so on and so forth. For some reason, doing this specifically with Rohan makes you feel so much better than fighting with anyone else, maybe its because you know him a little better now.

You hop on the spot as you psych yourself up more and more and you run into Rohans middle as you push him into a wall. You then realise how much damage you've made to his handsome face. His eye is also swollen now, theres a cut on his cheek, and on his lip.

"You gotta cut those nails, pretty boy" He smirks

"You think im pretty?" You smirk

He then flips you round so now you're against the wall.

Your breath quickens as you both look into each others eyes. His are brown, but they look almost as if they were paint that was poured into a black bucket of water. They look so much more relieved than they did when Rohan came here. The whole of Rohan looks more relaxed and relieved now than when he approached you an hour ago. He was all full of tension back then. And it was so obvious since he didnt even wear a blazer tonight.

Rohan leans in, and his panting breath blows against your neck. You gasp, but before you two can do anything, you hear someone running down the alleyway on your left.

"Jameson!" A girl shouts

You sigh and push Rohan off you. Of course Avery would be worried about where you were. But then you hear another pair of shoes, this time walking.

"well hello there, Savvy, you missed me? were you worried that Mr Baldie was going to perhaps break my ribs?" Rohan asks Savannah

You smirk and hug Avery, who is looking at you as if you had just done something that was totally like you, but crazy at the same time.

you called this look the "of course you did" look

you put your shirt on and watch the conversation go on between Savannah and Rohan. She looks like she would be scolding him, and he looks crazily in love. of course he does.

You exchange nods with Rohan before taking Avery's hand and walking back to the Hawthorne house, Avery already shouting at you for not telling her you were going to let yourself break more ribs tonight.

"I know, Heiress, im sorry. ill tell you next time" you smile

"you better" she mutters

IS THAT BETTER?

NO MAKEOUT SCENES!

AND AVERY IS IN AT THE END

@rohan-his-lordships-successor ALSO GETS SAVANNAH

PLEASE SAY U LIKE IT

THIS ONE TOOK ME 4 HOURS HAHAHAHAHAHAH

AND ITS NOT EVEN PROOF READ

im not reading that

// OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SHIT ITS AMAZING KASDJH LMAOOOOOO

[atlabeth]

transferred part 20 - atla smau

part 19 | masterlist | epilogue

summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well.

a/n: me when i have to write more than 5 words in a series thats supposed to be a smau

anywho! basically the last chapter?? which is crazy?? filled with heartfelt emotions and the moment that you've all been waiting for, it's a wild ride. so strap in and enjoy. the epilogue will be posted later today so i can finally wrap this series up!! and dont worry theres a super long sappy authors note on the epilogue. LETS GET INTO IT

wc: 2.3k

warning(s): cursing, mentions of alcohol, hurt/comfort, one suggestive comment, mentions of toxic relationships, reader talking about her self sabotaging behavior and burnout, Bad Coping Methods (dont disappear kids)

-

“You haven’t seen her?” Zuko sighed as the same words he had heard on repeat for the past hour played through his ears again. “It’s alright, thank you. Have a good night.”

He shook his head at his friends, their defeated expressions mirroring his own as he leaned against the kitchen island. He ran an exhausted hand through his hair, and he couldn’t help but think of the countless times you had done it for him.

“Your sister doesn’t play when it comes to theatrics,” Aang lamented as he plopped on the couch next to Sokka.

“Tell me about it,” he muttered. “I mean, she doesn’t pull stuff like this. Sometimes she went over the top when she was younger, staying out a little too late or doing something stupid, but she never just… she never just tried to disappear like this. I.. I guess she was too worried about Katara and me to do anything like that, but still.” He knocked back the rest of the seltzer and tossed the can on the table — alcohol was tempting, but none of them wanted to be any less than completely aware tonight.

“We all knew she was hurting,” Sokka continued. “Not even she could be fine after everything that happened with Hahn, especially the day after, but I— I guess I thought that she would open up before just dropping off the radar completely!

“No news from the girls,” Aang announced, prompting a collective sigh from the other two boys. “I gotta give it to her, she’s been very thorough with this.”

“Of course she has. It’s classic Y/N — she can disappear without a trace, sure, but she can’t put enough effort into picking up some supplies for my project on her way home.” It was a lame attempt to lighten the mood, and though he got a weak chuckle out of Aang, it was radio silence on Zuko’s part.

“Hey, buddy.” It didn’t snap him out of his reverie, and Sokka seriously contemplated throwing his empty soda can at him. “You okay?”

“She didn’t even say anything to me,” he finally murmured, eyes trained on his phone screen. “She said she would tell me if she was having a hard time, but she didn’t say anything to me. Just suffered in silence until it got so bad she just up and left. She just… left. Without a single word to anyone. To me.”

Aang’s eyes softened and he let out a loose exhale. “Zuko, she didn’t mean to hurt you — I know that much. She’s just been under a lot of stress lately, and… I guess it didn’t manifest in the best way.”

“Stress...” he muttered, trying to piece it together. There was something nagging at the back of his skull, something on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t get it. “And you guys are sure she hasn’t put anything anywhere? No texts that you missed, nothing?”

“Believe me,” Sokka said. “I’ve refreshed her pages a thousand times by now. It’s radio silence on her side. God, I wish I was more invasive and put like, a tracking device on her car or something! For all we know, she could be back to Kyoshi.”

Kyoshi. Stress. This whole thing, your disappearing act.

And suddenly, it clicked.

Zuko stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the stool in the process and warranting puzzled looks from both of his friends as he grabbed his keys off the table and practically ran to the door.

“Zuko, where are you going?” Aang questioned.

He tugged the door open and shot a glance back at them, tension having noticeably dissolved from his shoulders.

“I know where she is.”

-

Zuko tapped idly against the steering wheel, once again glancing down at his phone screen but to no avail. His relationship with you had become infinitely more complicated since the kiss through fault of both of them — he supposed that was what happened when two people who didn’t know how to talk about their emotions caught feelings for each other. Zuko was very skilled at sticking his foot in his mouth whenever he tried to talk about anything like this, and

But you had accepted his offer to talk on the way home, so that meant something.

He had originally suggested just talking on the way home like he had proposed earlier, but you had a different idea. ‘Trust me,’ you had told him. ‘It has a good track record with making people feel better.’

Your proposition was a wildflower field on the outskirts of the city, just out of the way that someone would go en route to the university. Far enough from the city to emanate an aura of peace, but close enough to be a feasible trip.

“I found this place when I was missing home,” you smiled as he parked the car. “I love it here, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I just feel homesick for Kyoshi. You passed a field like this on the way into town, and when I stumbled here, it just kinda felt like fate. So now whenever I’m stressed, or overwhelmed, or just need a break, I come out here. And I think this is the perfect place to talk about… well, whatever’s going on with us.”

“Sounds good.” He returned the sentiment then cleared his throat. “As long as we don’t go in there. I can admire it from afar, but just looking at that field is making my skin itch.”

You laughed and nodded amiably. “Deal.”

-

One hand was splayed against your chest, the other trailing lazy circles with the pads of your fingers against the metal as you gazed up at the sky. You had the best and only seat of the view, the flora drifting softly in the night breeze as the stars twinkled from above.

You didn’t know what you were thinking, being here. The past couple of weeks had just been… crushing you. It was like your heart was stuck in a vice and no matter what you did, it just got tighter and tighter.

You had been treating everyone you knew horribly, but you couldn’t stop. It felt like a game — how terribly could you act towards them until they snapped too? Until your friends, your siblings, Zuko, recognized that they had made a mistake by trying to help you?

And you didn’t know what it was about today, but… something inside of you just broke after that morning with your roommates. So you did what you were best at, and you ran. Skipped class, skipped work, just drove around aimlessly until even that was starting to feel like too much of a trap.

And then you ended up here.

It would’ve been laughable if you weren’t on the verge of breaking down.

You had been here, just laying on the hood of your car parked a few feet away from the field on an off road path, for the better part of an hour. If you were going to drown underneath the weight of your thoughts, it was better to do it alone.

But as you heard the crunching of gravel underneath car tires, your eyes instinctively shot towards the noise — so much for being alone — and you sat up. Your brows furrowed in recognition, you knew that car, and it felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest when Zuko stepped out.

“You remembered,” you breathed after a moment of silence. “You’re here.”

“Always.” He said it so obviously, so easily — why wouldn’t he remember? Why wouldn’t he be here?

You scooted over to make space on the hood and patted the space next to you softly, pulling your knees up to your chest in a moment of shame as he walked around to the front and pushed himself up next to you. What were you going to say to him? What could you say?

“I’m sorry,” you said out of the blue, your words pouring out of you like an emotional waterfall. “I’m sorry for just— for just leaving, I know it was stupid and I know they’re all probably worried out of their minds, but I couldn’t do it, Zuko. I-it was like I was trapped, and I know it was irrational, but I had to get out of there—”

“You didn’t have to,” he said quietly, effectively stopping your rant. “If you really had to get out, you could’ve at least said something to one of us. I don’t know what things were like back at Kyoshi, but here— here, you can’t throw yourself back onto the knife every time something goes wrong, because— you just can’t do that anymore.”

“I’m not mad, believe me, I’m relieved that you’re okay. I just..” he sighed and glanced up at the night sky, the light of the moon illuminating his features as he faced you once more. “I know you’ve felt alone before, but you’re not. You have Katara, and Sokka, Suki, Toph— you have me, Y/N! And I’m not going anywhere, trust me, but— but you can’t keep doing this to yourself, because they care about you, and I care about you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and chose to concentrate on the hood of the car, tapping your fingers against the metal as a way to use up your nervous energy. “You’re… you’re right,” you said after a long moment of silence, the beginnings of a mirthless smile on your lips.

“After that night at the party, I just— I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. There was a part of me that just wanted to lock myself in my room and never come out, but I— I told myself I was better than that, and I refused to let myself fall back onto any of it. So I worked. I took extra shifts, I helped out my professors, I did anything and everything I could to try and keep my mind off of Hahn. But I wasn’t helping anything, I was just… I was destroying myself. It was just like you said. I was a candle burning at both ends but still convinced that I was doing the right thing, and eventually.. I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I ran.”

“And— there’s always been this… this voice in my head that pops up after things in my life are going good, and it tells me that something is going to go wrong. A-and it tells me that if I’m the one that ruins it, then I don’t have to ask myself what I did wrong, if I could’ve stopped it from happening— if it’s inevitable, then I should be the one to ruin it. It’s how most of my relationships ended, and— well, the only thing it’s succeeded in is making me miserable.”

You don’t even notice your hands are shaking until you feel Zuko placing his own over yours — a simple gesture asking an unsaid question, one you answer by intertwining his fingers with your own.

“That same voice popped up again once I started getting close to you,” you admitted quietly. “And this whole time, I’ve been so terrified of falling that I never considered you would catch me. But I’m tired, Zuko. I’m tired of constantly looking over the edge.”

As you turned your head to meet his eyes again, your breath caught in your throat at his close proximity. You were sure that no matter how much time you spent with him, your heart would never stop beating out of your chest for Zuko.

“I will always be there to catch you,” he affirmed softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

And just like before, he brought his hand to the side of your face and tenderly brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hand, slightly calloused but emanating comfort all the same, lingered on your cheek for a moment before he posed the question.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, and his lips captured your own immediately. You reciprocated with an almost desperate fervor and— and it just felt so right. You had grown so accustomed to the constant warmth he carried with him that it had become a part of you, he had become a part of you, and now a life without Zuko was just unimaginable.

He was right — he already was there to catch you, each and every time. Giving you endless rides when your car broke down, sitting through the world’s most boring anthro projects, letting you bare your soul to him, telling you it was all going to be okay when nothing felt okay, and managing to find you when you had gone out of your way to not be found. And all of it— it all made you realize.

You didn’t want to keep running. And you didn’t have to. Not anymore.

Zuko pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours, breathing slightly labored as the two of you sat in comfortable silence. That is, until you broke it.

“So,” you started, a nervous chuckle following. “Are we… are we a thing now?”

You could tell that caught him by surprise by the laugh that escaped him, a sound of unfiltered joy. “I’d say that we are.”

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks once more as he slid off of the hood of the car and held out his hand, an offering you took happily. “We should get home,” he said, somewhat reluctantly. “It’s past midnight, and—” Zuko glanced at his phone and grimaced. “They’re all still worried out of their minds.”

“Right,” you muttered. “I’m gonna get the lecture of my life from Sokka and Katara.”

“Probably,” he chuckled. “But they’re just doing their job as concerned siblings.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and glanced back at his own car. “I’ll see you back at the apartment?”

You nodded, an uncontrollable smile pulling at your lips. “Thank you, Zuko. For this, and— for everything.”

He returned the sentiment, golden eyes filled with adoration.

“Always.”

-

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[beukefarm]

Sorry for the blurry one lol, only noticed after I got home.

This is our premium fence gate for the chickens. The gate itself was dug out of the trash, the screws and the wood were found somewhere in the garden and we just used them.

The wire fence and the wooden poles were bought from a hardware store, we painted the wood last fall but will repaint this spring so that it'll last as long as possible.

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Since the fence and gate were build by us, there was next to no planning involved, we just went for it. Aside from the gate being tilted and the wire fence not being properly tensioned in places, it went quite well! Aka it does its job and is surprisingly stable, given that it just survived the entirety of eunice without getting a scratch.

We're still debating whether to modify the wagon (green structure in the corner) and have the chicks in there, or if we'll buy a shed and modify it for the chickens.

(Seriously, never buy premade chicken coops. Theyre incredibly expensive and so so tiny, if theres ever an event where you have to keep them inside, for example because of bird flu, they'll be glad to have some space to move around.

Just buy some kind of shed, put a chicken hatch, some wooden poles/sticks for roosting and some nests for the eggs and youre all gucci.)

In any case, the chickens are coming, and when they're here, we'll be prepared. I cant wait for the chicks to be stumbling and peeping about, so excited! My boyfriend is cute as fuck every time he talks about them, his eyes light up and he grabs me and we hug and ahhhhh we're alive! Life is worth living! I failed my math exam and I might fail chemistry and maybe I wont finish university but who gives a shit! Maybe I will!

I have friends and family, I have a drive and a passion and I'll be okay and you will be okay too, I promise! Maybe not today or tomorrow, but eventually it'll fall into place, and there will always be hard days and hard times but it doesnt matter because in the end there will always be chickens to hatch and vegetables to tend to and sunsets to watch and people to love and laugh with and we are all here! On this earth! Right now and never again!

And yeah the world could be going to shit, we're killing our planet and shit but do not let it destroy your spirit. Do what you can, do whatever you have the energy for, but other than that just live! I promise you, its fine, you're allowed to feel good and nice and also shitty and sad and if you need to talk my dms are always open, seriously, Im just some dude with a garden, you can talk to me about whatever and I will listen because right now I have the energy and I'm willing to give you some of it.

Breathe. You're alive. We're all alive. Listen to G.O.A.T. by Polyphia and feel the harmonies come together in your mind. Taste the wind outside. Stand in the rain and dont worry about getting wet. Get yourself a plant, and maybe you'll kill it, who cares, get a new one! Or just get a packet of seeds and grow some yourself on your windowsill, and when they're dead you can just plant new ones.

Talk to a friend! Dont have friends? Comment on peoples posts, engage in some communities, there are people out there who you can love and who love you back! You have a computer? Play some kind of online multiplayer, doesnt matter if its a shooter or whatever. Guess what, most gamers are just some dudes! Ive only met very few bigots, and hundreds of people who are just nice! (I recommend Planetside 2, the playerbase is a little older than in most shooters, think mid twenties and up to 40s or 50s, I even know one guy who's over 60. If you do decide to try it out and play on Cobalt, please message me with your name so I can add you and help you out! And if not, pretty much everyone there is willing to guide newbies along, and they'll stay friends with you as you progress, thats what it was like for me and everyone Ive met on there.)

What Im trying to say is: communities exist everywhere! Just engage with them! Shitty self esteem? Guess what, me too! It took me two whole years until I started talking to these people, and they were nothing but nice to me from the start.

Again, if you have any questions about starting to engaging with people and communities, start out with me! Message me, I'm here and will do what I can.

I'm sorry for derailing this post so much, I just feel incredibly grateful to be alive right now and I want to share this with others. Peace!

[words-for-holland]

Your Shoulder to Cry On

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Y/N has been feeling down all day and Tom wants her to know that he’ll always be here for her.

Maybe it was just one of those Mondays, but today just seemed like the worst ones Y/N has ever experienced. Truthfully she didnt know how it happened. She was having a great morning, waking up in Tom’s arms, giving him his daily dose of kisses before he left to film, and actually getting her work done with time to spare.

But there was definitely a change in the wind that day and it all started with a...

Ding

With all the free time Y/N had she couldnt help but check her phone, guessing it was either Tom or her parents checking up on her, or maybe her hometown friends who are updating her on what’s going on with their new found adult life.

It was her friends all right...but the conversation was far from friendly. Arguments ensued from her three friends coming after each others neck and of course pulling..no...dragging Y/N unwilling into it. While she said no words, as she tried to find the best way to relieve the tension it was too late. Her good day had become the shittiest day of the week...and its only just begun.

Now abandoning her work, Y/N waits for her boyfriend to come home as she mindlessly scrolls through Instagram, only to see a notification pop up on her phone. Assuming it was another nasty text from her friends, she was much surprised to be welcomed a picture of her and Tom on her feed with a caption saying...

“Cant wait to see my girl after work. It’s been a long day 😫.”

If anything made Y/N smile at all today it was Tom. In some weird way its like he knew how she felt without even telling or seeing him. He was her rock after all and if there was anyone she could count on to make her smile in the least it was Tom. Just on cue, he called her right after.

“Hello darling.” He greets sleepily.

“Hey babe.” Y/N responded quietly.

“Are you okay?”

“Hmm. Oh..yeah just fine.” She lies, hoping not to worry him too much.

“Darling, I can tell you’re not. You dont sound like yourself. Ill be home soon okay? Tell me all about it?”

Y/N nodded as she whispered, “Yeah.”

“Okay..I love you so much. Ill be home soon.”

“I love you too.” She croaks.

Just like that Tom was home in record time, but not without capturing a few things to cheer his girl up. He welcomed her with freshly baked cookies from her favorite cookie shop, and nothing was better than food from her favorite Italian spot. Tom placed the food on the counter as he searched for his girl.

“Love, Im home.” He called out. “Are you okay, darling?”

Y/N popped in the hallway as she ran straight into his arms, not saying a word but holding onto him as if she would lose him.

“Hey..hey. Whats wrong?” He asked in his soothing voice.

“Lots of drama.” She mumbled. “I love you but you didnt have to go through buying all this. I could have cooked for us.”

Tom pulled away from her, giving the look confusion and disapproval. “Cooked for us while you’re clearly upset? Thats absolute bullocks. We’re gonna eat all this food because we can and then youre gonna vent everything out and then.. Im gonna hold you in my arms and coax you to sleep so you can relax and have a shoulder to cry on.”

Y/N smiled at the gesture already wraaping her arms around him, shedding a slight tear at how he would always be here for her. “I love you so much Tom.”

“I do too. Now tell me what’s wrong, darling.”

So Y/N did tell him everything from what happened with her friends and how the unecessary pile of work came up on her, and all the insecurities that have just risen out throughout the whole day. She was on his lap as they cuddled into the sofa. Showing her phone, he reads the last remaining texts from the conversation.

“I’m unfollowing y’all on everything and i am not answering another text just thought i would throw how crazy that is, out there. So at this point i’m done. forget it y’all can chill i’m out:) ”

“Wow.” He said, taking a moment to process what happened. “She really meant it, didnt she?”

Y/N nodded as she put her phone away. “Yeah and now Im just in the middle because I dont know what to do or who to support. Our whole friendship is breaking apart and I just dont want to lose any of them.” She cries silently, occaionally bring up the sleeves of Tom’s hoodie to wipe her nose and eyes.

“Hey, look its not your fault you were just trying to help. I know you guys have been friends for so long and Im sure that this is just a small bump and all four of you will get together and this will all be put past behind you.” Tom encourages as he tucks a small piece of her hair behind her ear, leans in for a comforting kiss on her forehead. “Darling, I know how much you wanted to fix things between your friends but it’s not your fault. This isnt yours to fix you just need to give it some time yeah? Even if your friends dont stick around thats on them, but just know I will always be here for you. Ill be your shoulder to cry on, and I sure as hell wont leave or unfollow you.” He chuckles at the situation, wiping away her tear stained cheeks.

“Haha how funny.” She sniffles and smiles at Tom’s corny attempt to make a joke of the situation like he always does.

“See theres that smile, Ive been waiting all day to see. I just can’t get enough of it.” Tom compliments. “That smile should stay there for good. Fuck anyone or anything that tries to take it away for you.”

“Thank you Tommy.” Y/N says sweetly, leaning in and pressing her lips against Tom’s.

Tom smiles back into the kiss gently cradling the back of her head. “Anytime darling. Now let’s see if there are other ways to make you feel better.” He winked as he carried her up to their room.

[uhhhhsmut]

roommates with bakugo (pt.3)

1 week later

living with katsuki had not been the best. his constant yelling and wanting everything perfect made you just wanna leave.

he’d yell at you about the littlest stuff and at practice he didn’t make it any better. everytime you and him were training he’d just try to box you.

you were at the gym right now, getting ready for practice. it was raining outside. like pouring. once you were done you went onto practice to train. you had a match today and you knew you had to win or you’d hear katsukis mouth.

you found out that he was the top boxer of the group and figured out why he had gained hatred towards you. to him, you were a threat and competition. you didn’t see why he was this mad but you were not about to let him just walk all over you. you’ll have to humble him. his ego is too big.

you made it out of the gym and headed to your match.

...

you were now in the locker room and you were warming up. kirishima was helping you out and you could feel katsukis eyes on you. katsuki had told you to call him bakugo but you refused and he yelled everytime you called him katsuki.

kirishima hung around katsuki a lot. they were somewhat best friends. kirishima started to talk to you, “Don’t worry about bakugo he’s really uhhh...competitive. i promise he’s not always like that it’s just you’re uhh very different from what he’s used to and his anger gets out of control at time.” he told you and you looked over at bakugo, he averted his attention somewhere else.

“by different you mean i talk back to him when he’s wrong right?...look i’m trying my hardest not to hate him but that’ll only last so long.” you said putting on your boxing gloves. kirishima nodded his head understanding what you had said. you didn’t care, katsuki was very hostile towards everyone and you weren’t letting it slide. you felt that he needed to learn how to control himself or you and him would be arguing for the longest.

before going onto the ring katsuki walked up to you. he fixed your helmet and made sure your gloves fit. he acted as if he didn’t want to do it, you thought maybe coach aizawa made him do so. you had no problem with him watching over you as long as he didn’t open his mouth.

“good luck idiot. don’t lose.” he said avoiding eye contact with you and you rolled your eyes smiling. “thank you. you don’t have to be nice to me if you don’t want dummy. i’ll deal with you and your attitude either way.”

...

anddddd you won. your cheek was bleeding a little but that was it. your body felt so heavy now. you smiled at the audience as cheering and screaming came from the crowd. this was your favorite part. hearing the crowds screams. coach aizawa smiled patting you on your head.

you headed back into the locker room with the coach to be flooded with congratulations and good jobs. your smile was big and you were really happy. kirishima lifted you onto his shoulders, taking you by surprise. you placed your hands into his hair. “DONT DROP ME.” you exclaimed and laughter escaped his lips. “I won’t. i promise.” you laughed and told everyone thank you. from the corner of your eye you could see katsuki looking at you. kirishima put you down and instantly squeezed you.

you had become close with kirishima but it was on the friendly bases. his arms wrapped around you tightly and you smiled.

“i’m proud of you.” he said ruffling your hair with his hand. “thank you. i really appreciate it.” you said wrapping your arms around his neck. you pulled away and started to get ready to leave. the locker room started to empty out as more people started to leave and soon enough you were the last one left.

you felt someone hit the back of your head, “good job dummy.” you heard katsukis voice say as he walked in front of you to leave out.

“i told you not to touch me.” you yelled and he was already out of the door. you let put a frustrated sigh gathering your things.

...

you made it home after stopping to get some ice cream. you were exhausted and knowing you’d have to come home to katsuki was even worse. you headed up the elevator. the common area was filled with people watching the basketball game that came on tonight. you noticed mina.

“heyyy y/n. congratulations on your win. wanna join us?” she asked and you smiled apologetically as you shook your head no. “boxing always drains my energy. thanks for the congratulations and the offer though.” you told her and she nodded her head understanding and went back to watching the game. you opened the door to your apartment, witnessing katsuki on the couch with reading glasses on. he had on a black tank top with a pop sickle in his mouth, typing away at his mac book.

he didn’t bother with looking at you, you walked past him. “no shoes in the house.” he said and you sighed. “stop talking to me.” you told him closing the door to your room. you took off your shoes then started to run some bath water. you took off your shirt and pants and realized the heat was on. you groaned and thought about what you’d say to katsuki when you got out the bath. the rain outside had you relaxed but the heat inside had you angry.

you went into the bathroom and stepped in the water and you were instantly relaxed. your body was aching and you had to bandage up your cheek when you got out. your mind wandered off to anything. you thought about how your parents hated boxing because it was a “dangerous sport”. but without it your anger was hard to tame and the pills the doctors gave you didn’t help. your parents loved the money boxing brought in but now that they’re not receiving the money, their opinions on you doing it got worse.

you sighed letting your hair down. now you had to live with someone who acted exactly like you. you didn’t realize that katsuki is the version of you without boxing. he’s how you would’ve turned out if you didn’t box.

you wondered what his problem was though. he boxed but for some reason he still acted out of control. you noticed something crawling on the wall and realized it was a spider. you jumped out of the bath, wrapping a towel around your body and went into the living room to get bakugo.

“THERES A SPIDER IN THE BATHROOM. ITS ON THE WALL. HURRY UP AND KILL IT.” you told him and he looked at you angrily.

“you’ve got water on the fucking carpet-

you grabbed his arm, pulling him off the couch and forcing him into the bathroom. “you see that? kill it. now. before i slap you.” you told him seriously. he grunted taking off his shoe, smashing it. he looked back at you.

“you could’ve did it yourself.” he told you and you rolled your eyes as he walked out. “CLEAN UP THAT WATER OFF THE FLOOR TOO.” he yelled from the living room. great. you got back in the bath but it didn’t feel the same so you just washed up and got out. you went into your room after cleaning up and turned on some music, you rubbed baby oil all over your body and put on a tank top the showed your under boob a little but you didn’t care cause you didn’t plan on going out of your room.

you grabbed a pair of grey biker shorts and put them on. you looked at yourself in your mirror and dabbed a alcohol wipe on your cut then put two of those white butterfly bandaids that closed your cut. to you they had worked better than the band aids that covered up the cut fully. you rubbed cocoa butter on your skin and put some chapstick on your lips. you left your hair in it’s curly state. the rain started to pour harder and you put on a pair of white nike socks.

you seen a notification pop up on your phone.

mina> denki thinks that bakugo likes you. please tell me you don’t like that arrogant idiot.

you smiled shaking your head.

you> i don’t like him mina. he’s not right for me. ask denki what made him think that.

mina> he says he’s started started to notice the sexual tension between you too. he says bakugos always staring at you and stuff. i kinda think he’s right y\n. you’re the only one he hates as much as he does.

your cheeks heated up as you read the text. sexual tension?

you> he only hates me because i know how to handle him and plus i’m competition to him.

mina> that just proves my point even more. you’re the only one who knows how to handle him and he knows that. that’s why he hates you so much. before you came...he was way worse. he was fighting everyday. you’ve calmed him down a lot. we all can see it- denki

you sighed.

you> why are you telling me this?

mina> because you 2 have potential and you should tell each other how you feel because not doing so could make things worse sooner or later. he likes you a lot. i promise. he’s just not very good at expressing it. anger is the only emotion he knows and now that you’re here you’ve changed that a lot- denki.

you heard your door open realizing it was katsuki you turned off your phone and looked at him.

“your food is ready. come on.” he said before walking out. what denki said still lingered on your mind. you got down from your little chair and walked out of your room following katsuki to the kitchen.

you watched him as he transferred the ramen in the pot into the bowl. you sat down at the counter. you took in katsukis features. his red eyes were very intimidating, almost daring. his jawline was perfect and his body matched his personality. his muscles were always showing and his hands were very large and very lewd thoughts crossed your mind. you could feel yourself start to get moist. you shamed yourself for it. you were letting what denki said get to your head.

“stop staring and eat.” you heard him say, snapping you out of your thoughts and you stayed quiet. thinking about him like that was idiotic. you hated him more than anything, at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

you started to eat the ramen he had made for you and it was very good. you watched him use his chopsticks to eat and you wanted to know how to use them.

he looked over at you, “Why aren’t you eating?” you placed your hands in your lap embarrassed, “i don’t know how to use chopsticks. i’m not originally from japan like the rest of you.” he started laughing, “you don’t know how to use chopsticks?” you looked at him angrily.

“obviously. didn’t i just state that?” you asked and he sighed, “is your mouth always this smart?” he asked and you rolled your eyes. you weren’t even being smart. he got out of his chair and came behind you, placing his hand at your waist and he placed his right hand on top of yours. this contact made your heart race, “I-I told you not to touch me again dummy.”

“do you want to learn how to use chopsticks or not?” he asked and you stayed silent. “that’s what i thought. now do as i say.” he demanded. he showed you how to use the chopsticks. it was surprisingly easy and you realized how impatient katsuki was. everytime you’d get it wrong, his grip on your waist tightened and his voice got louder.

you were now finished eating and was cleaning up in the kitchen. katsuki was back on the couch doing whatever he was doing on his computer. once you were done cleaning you decided to make you some some sweet tea.

you heard katsuki come into the kitchen. “what are you doing?” he asked.

“making sweet tea.” you said softly getting out the lemons.

“when you’re done pour me a cup. i turned off the heat but that’s it. i’m not turning on the air. that’s too cold.” he said and you turned around to see him sitting at the island top counter. why was he being so nice?

“why are you being nice?” you asked, he turned his head. “i’m not being nice. the team told me to “ease up on you”. i’m not doing this because i like you or any bull shit like that.” he stated and you nodded your head going back to making the tea. he just had to let it be known.

once you were finished with the tea. you grabbed two wood cups and your tank top slightly lifted up as you did. you poured the tea inside the cups and walked over to him handing him his cup. you watched him drink it.

“it’s good now stop looking at me like that.” he said and you smiled drinking your tea. it was good. your mother had taught you how to make it when you were a child.

you stood at the far end of the counter drinking your tea. you were leaned over with your shoulders on the counter, scrolling through twitter as you did.

you hadn’t realized how silent the apartment was. nothing but the sound of rain hitting the windows filled your ears. you laughed softly at a meme you saw. katsuki looked over at you as he placed his cup in his sink.

you went over to place yours in the sink too. you rinsed his and your cup out, putting it back in the cabinet, your shirt slightly raised again.

“are you doing that on purpose?” you heard him ask. “may i ask what you’re talking about?” you said focusing on the new text you got from kirishima. you felt katsukis presence behind you. he closed the cabinet and took your phone.

this made your blood boil, you turned around and once you realized how close you were you froze up. “why are you texting kirishima?“ he asked and you rolled your eyes.

“why are you worried about who i’m texting?” you asked and he looked down at you. you tried grabbing your phone but he raised hit above his head.

“do you and kirishima have something going on?” he asked and you sighed trying to figure out what he was getting at.

“why? are you jealous?” you asked jokingly but katsuki seemed to take this serious, his jaw clenched and he dropped your phone on the floor. your eyes went wide and you looked at him as if he was crazy. you were about to slap him but he grabbed your wrist and wrapped his other hand around your neck. his lips met yours and that once anger you had for him disappeared.

his lips were soft and he was a very good kisser, the hand that held your wrist was now at your waist, he kissed you eagerly as if he had been wanting to do this for the longest.

he placed kisses along your jawline, “you tease me with the shit you wear and expect me not to react.” you decided to give him the silence treatment. he growled in your ear, his lips touched your neck and your lips parted surprised at how good this felt. you placed your hand at the back of his head, rubbing your fingers through his head.

you could feel yourself getting moist by the second, “damn right, i’m jealous. look at you” he told you sucking the skin on your neck. you let out a soft moan and you could feel katsuki smile against you skin. he dragged his kisses along your collarbone. his hand went up your tank top, squeezing your breast. up until now you hated how big your breast was. his hands was large enough to cover them, that’s all that mattered to you now.

“you enjoy this, don’t you?” he asked lifting you up, cuffing your butt. your arms wrapped around his neck. he took you in his room and placed you on his bed. you watched him take off his shirt, waiting for whatever he was gonna give you. the window view in his room showed his whole room. the rain hitting the window, the sounds of the rain made things so

much better and the view was beautiful.

bakugo grabbed your chin bringing your face towards his. he kissed you passionately biting your bottom lip before his hand raised your shirt. you knew this defied everything you once stated about him but you needed this and the wait for him was too prolonged. you knew deep down that this is what you wanted from you. during arguments him doing this crossed your mind so many times.

he took your breast in his mouth, lightly sucking on them. you placed your hand in the back of his head, moaning at how good his tongue felt on your nipple. he twirled his tongue around your nipple, sucking it before pulling it with his mouth making it bounce back. he did the same to your other one.

he started to place kisses down your stomach. he pulled your shorts off. you didn’t have on any panties and he smiled cockily, “did you know that i wanted a taste?” he asked and you rolled your eyes with your cheeks tinted a bright pink. “no. idiot.” you said and he laughed quietly pulling you towards his mouth. somehow he still annoyed you during moments like this.

he used his thumb to run your clit, dragging his finger between your folds. teasing you as he kissed in between your thighs. he was teasing you.

“k-katsuki.” you moaned lightly. “i need you to tell me what you want me to do and i’ll do it.” he said and you swallowed hard. “i-i want you to lick it.” you whispered and he looked up at you, “lick what? you’ve gotta be specific” he asked and you told him clearer this time, “fuck katsuki. i want you to eat my pussy.” you told him and he smiled. “that’s all you had to say.”

he licked his lips before before he moved his tongue in between your folds. you moaned, throwing your head back. he wrapped his arms around your thighs. once he got to the top, he licked your clit. he gave small licks before deliberately sucking your pussy, pulling your folds with his mouth then going back to licking between them. then he began to twirl his tongue around your clit, making eye contact with you before he started to suck it.

your back arched and you moaned louder at how good his tongue felt. he stuck his tongue inside you and your moans slowly turned into whimpers. your hand went back to his hair as you watched him eat your pussy whimpering. you could feel yourself reaching your climax and you couldn’t take it any longer.

“katsuki. i’m about to c-cum-

his fingers dug into your skin making sure you weren’t going anywhere and he started to eat you as if you were his last meal. his tongue moved sloppily against your pussy and your legs started to shake and you slightly felt that you had to pee, but you moaned loudly and a clear liquid came from inside you as you came.

you looked down in shock. bakugo licked up all of the access juices from your pussy. a string of your juices came from his chin as he lifted his head. he licked his lips, wiping the corners of his mouth, sucking his thumb. he looked at you and smiled, “is this your first time squirting?” he asked and you nodded your head. he kissed you on your forehead and you looked at his pants to see him on hard. he noticed and he put back on his shirt.

“don’t worry about it. this is my way of congratulating you on your win and plus. this was for me, not you. i wanted a taste.”

[chemiste]

Voicemail. ~part 2~

a/n : you want it? go get it! heres the second part to voicemail!! I’m thinking a 3rd and final part for this??? if y’all want it tell me! ALSO I’ve linked what the reader is wearing and maybe what others are too so if you see a link thats what it is. also wanted to say thank you so much for the support on this one shot!! i would put those big eye emojis but im typing on a laptop and i dont think O.O is the same....

first part!!!! go read

mah masterlist

“Next on the red carpet is singer/song writer Y/N L/N, wow look at that beautiful dress!! This year at the Grammys she is up for 3 awards, Song of the Year, Best Dance Recording, and Best Solo Pop Artist!” 

The interviewer exclaimed excitedly from her podium along side the paparazzi wall. It had been a week since the songs were let out for the world and so there was definitely an electricity in the air at the awards ceremony.

“All you fans are probably watching for the most anticipated performances of tonight! Harry Styles will be singing one of his new songs from his album FineLine! Twitter is going ballistic from the recently leaked songs about is break up with L/N, we all know the cameras will be on her tonight whenever he’s mentioned! Oh look, here she comes now!”

You walked over in your beautiful award dress, safe to say you were the best dress star there. Your hair was done up and the red long dress seemed to flow around you effortlessly as you walked. 

“Hello Diane, it’s lovely to see you again.” 

You said in a polite voice, smiling to her and the camera, she handed you an extra mic, ready to drown you with questions.

“I’m going to cut to the chase— did you listen to the songs?”

Wow, this lady’s cut throat I’ll give her that.

“Oh yes! I’ve listened to all the albums nominated this year and I’m so excited.”

“Oh I was talking about—“

“I’m so incredibly grateful for the nominations, I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this album and I’m glad the fans love it as much as I do.”

You could see the Diane deflate a little, understanding you’d keep dodging questions about Harry until it was over so she moved on. 

“Yes, you’re nominated for Best Dance Recording, the music video for your song Clouds was crazy! How long did it take you to figure out how to dance while flying?!” 

You laughed, thinking back to the many rehearsals of choreography on the ground and then being connected to cables and hoisted into the air to perform it. 

“A girl never tells her secrets,” you said with a wink. 

“Well speaking of flying in a music video, I know one performance tonight will be—“

Cheers and hysteric screaming filled the fan area as someone came on to the carpet. 

“Is that? Oh look, Harry Styles enters the stage in a—, my goodness! You and him are matching!”

You couldn’t believe it.

Harry was decked out in a full red suit, hair beautifully fluffed and glimmering in the light. He had red heels that looked like Dorthy’s slippers.

And he had the faintest amount of red lipstick on, making him look like an ethereal being in red.

“Wow, we really are matching.” 

You mumbled to yourself, half forgetting you were being filmed. 

You turned back to the camera the moment you remembered, making your face emotionless so hopefully the interviewer wouldn’t pick up on your thoughts at the moment. 

You quickly thanked her and slipped off into the sea of celebrities, hearing his voice ‘hello love! So happy you could come’ to the fans hoping he would give them a signature.

You entered the award room, looking for your assigned seat. Luckily you were strangely one of the only people in there aside from a few techies working on the stage lights.

“Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Billie Elish, Kahild… Harry….” 

You gasped, basically scoffing at what you saw next. 

“Y/N L/N? Are you fucking kidding me?!” 

You started to breathe a little faster, “Oh god, I don’t think I can do a whole ceremony next to him, after the whole thing online… and not responding to his texts.”

It’s true, when he had texted you that morning, it took you 5 hours and a shot of tequila to actually open his messages.

Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)

Hey… I don’t know if you’ve gotten a call from one of your PR people yet but, I just wanted you to know I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I don’t wish to put you through anymore than what I already have…

Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)

Um, but uh, if you’ve listened to the songs, just know that I really do mean the words I sang. I wish we could have, uh talked, but I understand I’m not in any position to ask for that. Just, there were a few others songs that didn’t get leaked, and uh, I’d like you to have them. You don’t have to listen to them but, it would mean a lot to me if you did.

Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)

“Mrs. Styles.”M4A. Click to open.

Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)

“I Should Have Fought.”M4A. Click to open.

Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)

“I’m Sorry.”M4A. Click to open.

You didn’t listen to them, like the others. 

You just… couldn’t. 

It had taken you so long to get over him and grind it into your head that you didn’t do anything wrong, he did. 

Your PR team decided the best thing to do was acted like nothing had happened because if you didn’t give a response the public would have nothing to go off of, so here you were, looking at one of the scheming ideas from someone on the Award Team to see if they’d be the first to get some action between the two of you.

“Fuck that.” 

You said to yourself, looking around to make sure no one was looking, you snatched your name paper and walked about 15 seats over and changed with Lana Del Ray. 

Because you were all in the front row, you couldn’t get farther than that, but this would have to do. You quickly put Lana’s paper in your previous seat and walked out of the room, escaping the ‘crime scene’.

At least I’m sitting next to Shawn now.

You and Shawn had gotten to be friends around a year ago when you bumped into him at the recording studio and....maybe spilled your marshmallow milkshake down his shirt.

“I’m so fuckin sorry! Oh god please don’t sue me for this, or worst, tell your fans!!” 

You rambled, padding him off with the napkins from your fast food bag. You looked up at the tall Canadian in front of you that just had a smile on his face.

 “Hey don’t worry about it, uh, I’m Shawn but I guess you already knew that.” 

“Yeah, I’ve been listening to your music for a while its fantastic, I’m—“ 

“Y/N L/N, America’s Favorite Child and Feminist thats not faired to fuck you up?” 

You grinned, “Oh you saw that video?” 

He laughed, “Hell ya I did, You punching that old misogynist groping that girl on the street is one of the videos saved on my phone!”

After that day, you both caught on like a house on fire since you seemed to be in the studio at the same time, it was great having someone to throw ideas around with at 3am when everyone else had left the studio.

“Y/N! Girl! I haven’t seen you in forever!” 

You looked up from the corner of the red carpet you had been hiding standing in. Hailee Steinfeld made her way over to you in a black dress that hugged her perfectly. 

You let out a sigh of relief, you gave her a big hug, breathing in her sweet perfume. 

“Hailee you’re a life savor, I feel so out of it here.” 

She gave you a soft look, “Cause he’s here right?”

You clinched your jaw, “And we’re fucking matching! How did that even happen? It’s literally the same shade of my dress and everything! There are so many shades his team could have chose but they went with that one! And the lipstick! He’s basically a devil personified! But he’s got style!”

You quietly rambled to your fellow singer, she squeezed your hand when the bell chimed telling everyone it was time to enter. 

“Y/N, before we go in I wanted to ask if you had listened to the songs.” 

“Uh, no… I… I couldn’t hear his voice staying those things to me so I just read the lyrics.” 

Hailee gave your bare shoulder a squeeze, “Well, I don’t want to play devil’s advocate,” you smiled at her little quip, “but I did, and what’s not in the lyrics just written is the emotion you could hear in his voice. During Drunk Thoughts, theres a part that people are speculating he’s crying while recording, trying force sing it out and, it’s just, I think it’s time you spoke to him.”

Hailee was one of your most trusted friends and to hear her say this, wasn’t surprising.

You were starting to think it too.

“But, I’m scared H, what if makes it worse?”

The final bell chimed and you both started to walk inside. “I have a feeling it won’t."

                                                        ........

“What an incredible performance by Ariana Grande, next up is the show we’ve all been waiting for, or well I’ve been waiting for, here’s Harry Styles performing a new song from his nominated Album, FineLine!” 

James Corden announced from the side aisle. You felt Shawn subtly queen your hand, knowing there was bound to be a camera on you the whole time while Harry sang.

You took a deep breath,

No facials.

No twitching.

Calm.

The curtain came up from the stage, the set was a back cube cut diagonally so the audience could see the inside. 

Harry stood in a white suit sans a shirt. He wasn’t wearing shoes so you could see the painted red toe nails peeking out from underneath the too long suit pants. 

His hair had been messed with a bit, giving it a soft and fluffy just out of bed look.

Now he looks like an angel.

He held a red mic in his hand, and spoke into it.

“Before we start, I’d like to inform you that I will be singing an unreleased song not from my album called.”

He took a breath.

"Red.”

You curled your toes in your heels the only way you’d be allowed to release the tension you felt in your body since they were covered by your dress.

Fuck, that’s why we match.

A piano started playing, a sort of dark melody that reverberated through your bones and into your soul.

It’s all I can see,

It’s all I can hear,

The sound is loud,

But it’s not clear.

The tone of your voice,

Plays in my head,

That look in your eyes,

I can tell you want me dead.

Grays are the only color I see,

Black and white and in between.

But then I saw you in that dress.

The color of blood always suited you the best.

You and your red dress.

You and your red…… dress.

Thoughts swirl around, in my mind.

Pretty eyes and satin clothes,

They plagues my dreams, in the night.

Grays are the only color I see,

Black and white and in between.

But then I saw you in that dress.

The color of blood always suited you the best.

You and your red dress.

You and your red…… dress.

You watched as he struggled to hold back the emotion in his voice, you sucked in a small breathe when his eyes made contact with yours, unwavering.

Oh… I wish could take it back.

Oh… I wish I could take it back.

Oh… I wish could take it back.

Oh… I wish I could take it back.

You and your red dress.

You and your red…… dress.

You and your red dress.

You and your red…… dress.

The song ended and the audience was silent.

 Everyone could feel the tension in the room, so you did the only you could do.

You stood and started to clap.

Shawn and Hailee immediately followed your cue and soon the rest of the auditorium was erupting with cheers and roars of excitement.

But all you could focus on was the smile on his face, looking down at you.

And the one forming on yours too.

<3

3rd part right here!

alsoooo i’d like to say a big wtf to people that white wash reader inserts! it’s so damn easy to just put a little colleague together like i did and add it so everyone can envision themselves and like,,, need a hairstyle? literally say ‘you did your favorite hairstyle’ thats perfect and a neutral way to keep everyone happy!!! people that bitch about going the extra mile are worthless writers smh

[modern-vellichor]

Wait For It

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: You comb through the memories at Tony's funeral. a/n; Wait For It, Hamilton (The Musical)

You were dressed in all black, long skirt dancing around your ankles. Dark circles graced your undereye, tears stain your cheeks. You made your way straight to Pepper, crying into her shoulder as she held you. Morgan tugged on your sleeve, happy to see you, but with a sad smile on her face.

Pepper slung an arm over your shoulder, Tony smiled at the two of you. "Tony, this is my niece, Y/N"

He shook your hand, greeting you with a smile, you just knew you were going to get along.

You spoke in front of acquaintances, Tony's friends, colleagues, loved ones. You felt tiny, small under their gaze.

"Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, but we keep moving anyway. We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm still alive, when everyone who loves me has died, I'm willing to wait for it"

Pepper sobbed at your words, she recognised that speech.

As you walked back to join your aunt, you picked Morgan up, holding her against your hip. And for the first time in five years, you didn't lift the small girl into the air, before settling her on your hips, and your heart broke a little further.

You were there the day she was born, pacing in the corridor until Tony opened a door, stupid smile plastered all over his face. You couldn't contain your excitement as the baby girl was placed into your arm. Tony stood over you, looking at his daughter over your shoulder.

"Morgan, meet Y/N, your godmother" The three of you cried together that day, celebrating little baby Morgan, the light of all your lives, after so much had been lost.

Over the years, as Morgan grew up, you would always greet her by holding her above your head as she laughed, burying your face in her little tummy and blowing raspberries as she wiggled and cackled in your grip.

You held Morgan through the ceremony, not being able to focus as people came to greet you, offering condolences. You just nodded, mumbling out mindless 'thank you's, and 'I'm sorry's.

You leave Morgan with her mother, quietly crying next to Happy and Peter, you kneel by the waters edge. Your fingers dance delicately on the surface of the lake as you whisper, to Tony, in the hopes he might still be here.

"I walked down the aisle for your wedding", you whispered.

There you stood, directly across from Tony, a priest on your right, and Pepper, walking down the aisle on your left. You shot Tony a knowing look and a wink, you both cried. Pepper was beautiful, she

pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You cried as you handed her the ring, you cried as they kissed, you cried as they danced. They were meant for eachother, soulmates, really and truly. One day, you wanted a marriage like theirs.

You remember how Tony had hugged you once you reached the top of the church, tears pricking at your eyes, and how he had promised you. How he had taken your hand, and promised, "I'll walk you down the aisle at your wedding, I promise"

You nodded, excited, and you never let go if that idea. You imagined it, Pepper and an unidentifiable man waiting for you and Tony, Pepper handing you the ring and Tony shooting you a wink.

Tony shed tears at your speech, you were so excited when Pepper asked you to be maid of honour.

"Love doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes. We keep loving anyway we laugh and we cry and we break, and we make our mistakes. If theres a reason you're by her side when so many have tried, I'm willing to wait for it. We're all willing to wait for it"

Eventually the mystery man of your fantasies morphed into Sam Wilson; Tony had noticed your love for him long before you did.

"Who's gonna walk me down the aisle at mine? You promised, Tony", you sobbed, tears disturbing the dark, silky surface.

Sam rested a hand on your shoulder, pulling you from a whirlwind of memories. You smiled up at him, but it didn't quite reach your sad eyes.

"Hey", you stood, brushing yourself off.

"Hey, I'm really sorry, I know how close you and Tony were"

"Thanks, Sam"

I know he didn't like me that much either, so I guess that's kinda good for us"

You laughed at his terrible attempt to diffuse the tension, and lighten the mood, in all fairness, he had succeeded. "Yeah, I guess it is"

The first day you were ever brought to the compound, your first mission as an Avenger. You were bouncing off the walls, following Tony around like a little puppy.

Pepper was calling you every hour, making sure you were okay.

You were just settling down for the team meeting, you had already been briefed by Tony, but the others hadn't and you needed to sit in.

Sam took the seat directly across from you, making friendly conversation. You became quick friends, in the few minutes you had together before Tony and the rest of the team walked in.

Tony noticed the glances you and Wilson were stealing at eachother, he recognised the shine in your eyes, the smile on his face. It was the same look he had when he looked at Pepper, it was love, but you could figure that out yourself.

Sam held you as you sobbed, for weeks he was your shoulder to cry on. He waited up for you at night, just like you used to do with Tony.

You sat there, cross legged in that old armchair, reading. Tony would walk in, soaked in blood or rain, oftentimes both. You always waited up for him, even after Pepper had retired to bed.

"How did it go?", you asked.

"Why aren't you in bed?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Only a little"

"c'mere"

He smiled and sat on the floor in front of you, telling you all the gory details of the mission as you tended to his war wounds, then he would kiss Morgan goodnight, even though she was fast asleep, and retire to his bedroom and greet his sleeping wife with another gentle kiss. And you would smile, and dream of a life like this someday.

He embraced you there, on the edge of the lake, and as you looked over his shoulder, you saw all the sad faces of your friends, coworkers. Peter looked heartbroken, even more so than Tony. When Tony lost Peter, he came home heartbroken, you had all lost someone.

Steve lost Bucky, you and Rhodey both lost Sam, Wanda lost vision, and then Nat lost Wanda. Wakanda lost its king. But Tony? It was like Tony had lost a son, a son who died in his arms.

There you were, Rhodey was calling out for you and Sam, you smiled at each other, but his quickly faded. He stumbled towards you, and you caught him, falling go the ground, cradling his head in your lap.

"Sam? Sam! What's wrong, baby, please?"

He couldn't even choke out a goodbye before he was nothing but ashes in your palms, and then Rhodey found you, broken and confused.

"Where's Sam?"

You looked up at him, small and broken, heart ripped from your chest, soul gone from your eyes. "I dont know"

"Hey", Sam smiled at you, worry lacing soft features, calloused hand cupping your cheek. "Lost you there for a second", he laughed, short and dry.

"sorry"

White dresses were always something you wished for. And now you had it, long and graceful, simple. You knew Sam was up there, waiting, Bucky at his side. Pepper standing with the ring, undoubtedly crying already. You stopped, at the doors into the small chapel. You looked down at the helmet in your hands, his helmet.

"We did it, Tony. You're walking me down the aisle, just like you promised"

Tears fell silent down your cheek, and Sam was there to catch them and lick them up with earnest. Just like he always had been.

And as you said your vows, family by your side. You felt a cool breeze make it's way through the suffocatingly humid church, and you smiled, and you breathed. And it smelled like Tony, and you cried some more.

[littlebitoffanfic]

The Bear Or The Deer - part 5

Fandom: Frankenstein Characters: Adam (Frankenstein’s monster) Relationship: Adam/reader

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Part One: https://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/188773179104/the-bear-or-the-deer

Part two: https://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/188934080699/the-bear-or-the-deer-part-2

Part three: https://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/189399728489/the-bear-or-the-deer-part-3

Part four: https://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/189673351479/the-bear-or-the-deer-part-4

  You felt uneasy as you walked about town. For the last few weeks, someone had been following you and it was making your stomach turn. You had seen him in the woods by your house, in the town and even on the roads. A man, in a long dark cloak. He had a top had and kept it low so you couldn’t see his face. You had been walking around the market when you saw him again. But this time, he was only about 30 feet away from you. You immediately left the market, and kept looking over your shoulder. You didn’t want to walk home on your own, so you had went to Lisa’s. The children were staying with her sister, so you were glad they weren’t around to see you so worked up. You sat on their sofa, your head in your hands as you tried to think of what to do. “I can take you home.” Laurence says as he stands, going to sort out the horse and hook her up to the cart. “Thank you.” You smile gratefully as Lisa takes your hands and gives it a reassuring squeeze. He walked out the front door, then you heard him yelling. “Get off my property!” Laurence sounded angry, and you had never heard him shout like that, not even when James had nearly taken his foot off with an axe. Running to the window, you saw the same man speed walking down the path, his head ducked. “Is that him?” Lisa asked, her voice shaking slightly. “Yes.” You breathed, feeling less safe than you had done. “Can Laurence and I come and stay with you? Make sure you and Adam are okay?” She asked, rubbing your back. Lily and James were staying with her sister for the weekend, so it would be easy enough. And you were truly thankful for the offer. “Yes, please.” You nod, your eyes lingering as the man disappears out of sight. Lisa packed a bag and when out to tell Laurence, who had apparently had the same idea. Once at your home, Adam greeted them with friendliness but you could see the worry in his eyes as to why they had came to stay the night at such short notice. So you told him about the man. You had mentioned about him before, and every time, Adam seemed to shrink back into himself, to the point he no longer went outside at all. “That man again. He actually followed me to Lisa’s.” You told Adam as you unloaded the bag. You saw Adam faulter out of the corner of your eye. Looking up, you saw him deep in thought before he turned on his heel and quickly went upstairs. You looked to Lisa and Laurence, who were just as puzzled as you. But you followed him upstairs. “Adam?” You walk into the bedroom, your voice shaking slightly. “I wont put you in harms way anymore. I shouldn’t have stayed, it was selfish.” Adams voice was shaking as he went to his side of the room. “Lisa and Laurence will keep you safe. I will try lead him away from you.” Your eyes trailed to the bag on the bed and your heart stopped. He was leaving? “No, please don’t do this.” You race forward, grabbing his arm to stop him pulled out a shirt. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you feared the worst. He glanced at you and immediately recoiled. “Dont look at me like that.” He breathed, his eyes falling shut as he backed away from you. “Like what?” You stepped closer, unsure what else to do. “like I am breaking your heart. I am doing this for your own good. To keep you safe.” He shakes his head, unable to raise his eyes from your feet. “Adam?” You reached up and placed your finger under his chin to draw his gaze to your eyes. “This man, do you know him?” Adam nods, and you can see the pain in his eyes. “A ghost from your past?” you ask, your fingers tracing the scars around his jaw and he nods again. “then let me stay by your side. I’ll fight your monsters with you, Adam. You don’t need to live in fear anymore.” Your words broke him as his arms locked around your waist and you were pulled against his chest. Adam sobbed like a child, clinging to you as he shook. “Shh.” You soothed, running your fingers through his hair to calm him. “I do not deserve you.” He breathes. “You deserve to be happy. And you seem happy here.” You pull back. “I am.” He nods, closing his eyes. “if you get hurt, I would never be able to forgive myself.” “I wont. I can defend myself. I lived by myself before you came along. I can still wield a knife if I need to.” You giggle and immediately Adam chuckles, the tension lifting from the air. “I am here for you, no matter what.” You press your forehead against his own as if sealing the promise. But the moment was interrupted when you heard Lisa calling up the stairs. “[y/n]! Theres people coming up the lane!” She yelled before you heard the door open and her and Laurence stepped outside. Racing to the window, you saw people coming up the road to you house. You counted 6 people in total. The bishop Marcus, the butcher whos name you only knew as Henry, the town doctor Green and the towns law enforcement (a single officer) Mr Jones. And the man who had been following you. He rode on the front with the butcher Mr Jones. The carriage they had was one used for transporting criminals, with a lock and iron bars encaging it.  Dr Green and Bishop Marcus rode up in a normal horse drawn carriage, although neither were speaking. Adam staggered back from the window, seeming to gasp for air. “Stay up here.” You told Adam, trying your best to quickly calm him. “I’ll deal with it.” You heard Mr Jones greet Lisa and Laurence but with a tone of uncertainty. You had to leave Adam, but you made sure to close the bedroom door behind you. Rushing out your front door, Lisa and Laurence already stood on your porch. “What is going on?” You felt a deep sense of dread as you watched the group approach your house. “Fear not.” The man who had been following you stepped forward and you had some incline to slap him. “I am here to help.” “you can help by getting off my property!” You call back, not bothering to hide the venom in your voice. “[y/n].” Marcus stepped forward, his hands raised to calm the situation. “This man has come to us worried for your safety. He speaks of an evil which haunts you.” “Yes; him.” You pointed at the man with a shaking finger from anger. “He watches my home at night and follows me around!” You glare at the man, fighting every urge you had not to spit on his feet. “Its true. He followed her to my house this evening. My husband had to tell him to leave.” Lisa placed a hand on Laurence’s chest as he nodded. “Please, may we step inside?” Marcus askes, and you couldn’t say no but you did want to know something. “Why so many people?” Your eyes dart to the people you had known all your life. “Witnesses.” The man spoke with arrogance. “For what?” Lisa asks, stepped forward from behind her husband. “The demon.” The mans eyes darted past you into your house. “The only demon I have known is the one who follows me like a shadow then turns my town against me.” You snap at him. “I aint against you. Just making sure you’re safe.” Henry puffed out his chest. “And you didn’t say you’d been following Miss [l/n] around.” He turns on the new man. “Please, I have some information you might find useful about the beast.” The man steps away from Henry and walks right up to you. You instantly back away from fear. But Laurence steps in front of the mans path, stopping him from proceeding. “My name is Victor Frankenstein.” He stands tall, pressing a hand to his chest as he introduces himself. “What do you want?” Laurence says, his voice dripping with annoyance. At least you weren’t the only one to take an instant disliking to the man. “He came to us with a journal. And he says you have a man living here that he bought to life.” Mr Jones walks up. your mouth fell open as you stared at the man. “He has a journal he claims proves it.” Dr Green walks past both of them to you. “Perhaps we better step inside.” “Okay.” You nod, unable to refuse the good doctor. Everyone filled into your sitting room where the fire was roaring. “So, wheres this journal?” Lisa asks, shooting Frankenstein a dirty look. “Right here.” He produces a black, leather journal from his inner breast pocket. “Firstly, is there a man living here?” Marcus asked you, and you felt embarrassment rush over you. In truth, you and Adam lived in sin, but you didn’t care until you came face to face with someone who held such a high seat in a religious structure. “Yes, there is. But hes a good man.” You immediately defend yourself and Adam, but you saw no hint of disgust or judgement in Marcus’ eyes. He simply nodded and gesture to Frankenstein. Again, Frankenstein tried to walk up to you with the journal in his outstretched hand, but Laurence blocked the path and took it. He then passed you the book and you saw the worry in both his and Lisa’s eyes as you took it. walking to your table, you placed the journal down and, with shaking hands, you opened it. You never expect to see what you saw in the book. You flick through the book and you felt sick to your stomach. How the parts had been taken from graves and used in ways not known to man. The procedure was documented in horrific detail. Every body part, every organ, every blood vessel was accounted for. It even had a diagram of a faceless body showing where the stitches were to be done. They lined up with most of Adams. and then, it documented how he had bought the body to life again and how he had abandoned it when it followed him. He had created a creature, something which was not of this world, and ignored it. You thought of Adams lack of knowledge for things you considered basic, like the inability to use a spoon. It made sense. What Frankenstein was saying was true. The man upstairs was his ‘monster’. You shook the words away. Adam wasn’t a monster. You knew that. But if the world knew he was what Frankenstein claimed, not even you could protect him. Adam deserves a chance. No, he had had his chance and he had shown you he would do anything for you and for the life you had together. Adam had only known pain and rejection, and you weren’t going to let it ever touch him again. You knew what you had to do. You had to protect him. Firstly, you needed to discredit small things. “You truly are a sick man, Mr Frankenstein. And wrong. My Adam is not who you are looking for.” Your words cut through the silence of the room like butter. “Doctor.” He snapped at you, making your eyes snap up. “Its Dr Frankenstein.” “No, you said yourself you were a university student. You hold no doctorate. You cannot simply pick up a title you have not earned.” You shoot back, letting your eyes fall to the journal again.   “regardless, the monster you have in your home was created by me. By my hands.” He raised then as if it were some kind of proof. “And when was that?” You asked, simply trying to buy yourself some time to think of your next move. “4 years ago. 4 years this has haunted me and-“ He started to dribble on, apparently about to go into a monologue but Lisa suddenly cut him off. “Then it cannot be Adam. We have known him for 6 years.” She suddenly said, stepping forward. You were completely confused as you looked at her. She was backing you up in a lie. The room looked to Laurence to confirm. “No, my love. You are mistaken.” He places his hand on her lower back and you felt like you will faint, until he continues. “Its 7 years. Remember? He helped me convert the attic for James when Lily was born.” You felt an overwhelming gratefulness as Laurence looked up and smiled at you. They were trusting your judgement even if they knew Adam was this creature. “Then why haven’t the rest of your town known of his existence?” Frankenstein asks, the anger building in his voice. “Adam was in a dreadful accident when he was younger. He has a lot of scaring and disfigurations. He was an outcast for a long time, chased and beaten for his differences. When I found him, he was timid and terrified. It took a long time for him to trust me, and then to trust Lisa and Laurence.” You gestured to the couple who nodded. “But he was terrified of people.” “And your children?” Mr Jones asked Lisa. “James use to cry when Adam was around. So he stopped seeing my son till he was old enough. But Lily adores him. I shouldn’t trust either then with time. They think I am 10 years old and Laurence is 100.” She giggled, looking to Laurence with a smile at their childrens lack of understand of years. You smiled, grateful for their support and help. But you needed to move this quicker. “Mr Jones, have you read this?” You asked the deputy, gesturing towards the book. “I only glanced through it. I wasn’t given that much time.” He confesses, seeming a little annoyed and embarrassed to admit it. “Its rather disturbing. He admits to digging up peoples graves and taking body parts.” You frown, looking back to the book. “Does he?” All eyes fall onto Frankenstein who was now in the hot seat. “Bring my monster down here. See how the markings line up!” He points to you, then to his book. Perhaps he hoped that if everyone saw Adam, they would forget his own crimes. You looked to Mr Jones, whos sympathetic eyes told you that yes, you would have to. “Okay, I will speak to him.” You nod in defeat, heading to the stairs. You felt a dread build in your chest as you walked to the bedroom. How could you force someone to face the person who could have caused them so much grief? You didn’t know what to expect as you stepped inside and closed the room behind you. Adam was in front of you in a heartbeat. “[y/n]?” Adams voice sounded broken as he fell on his knees at your feet, clinging to your skirt. “I am sorry. forgive me?” You felt your heart break at his pleas. He had heard almost everything and knew that you knew how he was created. “Forgive you for what? You have don’t nothing wrong.” You shake you head, combing your fingers through his hair to sooth him. “I should have told you long ago. I am a monster, a curse. I never meant to deceive you.” He was shaking violently, his voice breaking. You fell to your knees in front of him and cupped his face. Before he could do anything, you kissed him. Slowly and passionately. You didn’t care. You didn’t care what he was or how he came to be this way. You loved him, and that was all that mattered to you right now. You feel his shaking hands leave your skirt to grab your arms just above your elbows. Not aggressively or painfully, but more for reassurance. “I don’t care.” You pull back, keeping your forehead pressed against his own as he nudges closer to you, desperate for the contact. Your arms gently wrap around his shoulders as you hold him close for a moment. But you needed it too. Pulling back, you take his hands in your own and hold them on your lap. Keeping your voice low so if that creep had came up the stairs, he wouldn’t hear the plan. “You need to come downstairs with me.” You see him flinch at the thought of coming face to face with his creator again. You felt a fresh wave of anger towards Frankenstein but you needed to ignore that for now. “Its okay. We’re going to protect you. Now, you are 32 years old and came here 7 years ago. You were in a dreadful accident when you were a child and youre an orphan. You’ve known Lisa and Laurence for 7 years, but James use to cry at you when he was a baby so you didn’t meet him till you had met the others. Everything else is true. Is that okay?” You give his hands a reassuring squeeze and offered him a soft smile. Adam nodded, his eyes falling to your hands. “I promise you the truth when this is over.” He whispers to you, the fear and pain in his eyes apparent but he looks at you with a newfound conviction. “Okay, but it doesn’t matter to me. You do, not your past.” You smile, giving his hands another soft squeeze as you rub your thumbs in small circles on his skin. Adam lets out a breath and closed his eyes for a moment, preparing himself. You gave him that moment, keeping your hands in his own. When he opened his eyes, he nodded to you. The two of your rose from the floor and, taking his right hand in your left, you lead him downstairs. Every step seemed to make your heart stop as you felt Adam was still shaking. leading him towards your living room, every single set of eyes were on you as you guided the giant of a man into the room. you could feel the hate from Frankenstein as if it were burning a hole in your head to get to Adam. You honestly didn’t know what to expect. “Sorry to bother you this evening, but we have some questions, Mr…” mr Jones trailed off. “I have no last name. Adam will do.” Adam spoke to Mr jones with a surprising amount of calm. “And why is that?” Mr Jones asked, more out of curiosity. “I was orphaned at a young age.” Adam offered the explanation with ease, as if he had already thought of it. “Very well, Adam.” He smiled and then introduced everyone around the room. Henry the butcher, Dr green, Marcus the Bishop then to himself and finally Frankenstein. “Do you know this man?” Adam looked at Frankenstein for a moment and shook his head. “I created you. I sew your flesh together and bought you to life with my very hands, you ungrateful monster!” Frankenstein growled at Adam. You stepped forward, your fists clenched into tight balls but Lisa grabbed your arm. “Knock him out after he’s dug himself a hole.” She whispered in your ear. “Or I might.” Laurence muttered and you noticed his own hands were clenched. You were like a sister to Laurence, and he had became very close to Adam. “Your, umm, scaring.” Dr Green steps forward, offering out his hand to take Adams free one. “An accident. I fell down a cliff edge when I was a child.” Adam gives Dr Green his hand to examine. You squeezed his other hand. “And you survived?” Dr Green glanced up over his spectacles. “Yes, but I remember very little from the time. The doctor who saved me pushed me out when I could stand.” Adam says, his voice wavering but it could be passed off as pain. “And your parents?” the good doctor asks again, inspecting the scars. “I do not remember them. My mother died giving birth and my father…” Adam faltered and swallowed. You felt your heart sink until he continues. “He was the reason I fell.” You almost jumped up and kissed him there and then but you kept yourself grounded, not allowing the relief to show in your features. “I see.” Dr Green offered a smile before turning to the group. “The scaring is old but I cannot tell you a time. The boys story is entirely plausible. I, myself, have treated children whos parents have blamed them for the death of a partner. I believe his story over this ‘doctors’ drivel any day.” You smiled as Dr Green spat the word at Frankenstein. You didn’t know if he entirely believed the story, but Dr Green had a strong sense of ethic and that idea of grave robbing for ones own personal trophies would be enough to make Dr Green (and anyone) sick. “You protect a monster? Why?!” Frankenstein suddenly shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at you. Adam immediately steps in front of you, standing at his full height, somethgin you had never truly seen from Adam. He was always hunch over in some way, so seeing him fully straighten up showed how far he had came. You rub his arm as you step out from behind him. You were not afraid of Frankenstein. “The only monster in this room is you.” You speak calmly and clearly as you glare at him. “You stupid, insane bitc-“ Frankenstein starts to come towards you, but Mr Jones grabs his arm as Henry grabs his other arm and yanks him back. Laurence and Lisa move to your side, Lisa looping her arm in your free one as Laurence stands shoulder to shoulder with Adam. “Where do yah think you’re going?” Henry growls. “Speaking to a lady like that?” “She’s bedded a monster! A common whore!” His tongue lashes at you as he struggles against the men holding him back. However, he is stopped when Henrys fist connects with Frankenstein’s cheek and he fell to the floor. “Mr Boneback? Was the necessary?” Mr Jones sighs, but sounds as though henry had just tapped the man. “Aint no need to be calling woman those names. Especially someone who’s been nothing but good to this town. I don’t care much for outsiders anyways. And, as far as im concerned, good old Adam over heres as much part of the town as [y/n]. as long as he buys his meat from me and not the butcher in the next town.” Henry shoots Adam a wink which makes you giggle. “I think the judge will want a few words with you in the morning. In the mean time, some time in the cell might help you reconsider his actions.” Mr Jones pulled Frankenstein off the floor and towards the door. “It’s a Sunday tomorrow. The judge doesn’t work a Sunday.” Marcus called to Mr Jones. “Oh well. Some more time to think things over then.” Mr Jones smirks and him and Henry haul a rambling Frankenstein out of the door. “That man should be locked up for good. Claiming to playing god.” Marcus tutted, shaking his head in disapproval. Both Mr Jones and Henry shout goodbyes through the door, but one Frankenstein is in the back of the enclosed cart then Mr Jones comes back. “Oh, before I forget. Mary asked me to invite you, Lisa and Laurence to dinner on Friday night. And, of course you have a plus one, [y/n].” He smiles at you. His wife was incredibly sweet if not for her inability to keep a secret. You glance to Adam, silently asking if he was okay with such a thing. But Adam seemed confused at the invitation. So you deicide to take a risk. If he decide against it later, you were sure Mr Jones wouldn’t mind. “Of course.” You smile. “Will she be making that apple pie?” Lisa bounces on the balls of her feet, clutching her hands together in a prayer style. “I can put in a request, if you like.” He chuckles. “we will be there.” Laurence chuckles as he puts his hand on his wife shoulder to calm her. With that, Mr Jones ducks out the house with a wave. Dr Green stepped before Adam, his eyes linger on the scars. “my dear boy, I have some oil in my office. I use it on those who have deep scaring and it helps. It doesn’t make the scars invisible, mind you, but it does help to heal the skin. Its yours in you want it?” Dr Greens offer took Adam by surprise, but he nods. “I would greatly appreciate that. Thank you.” He couldn’t help the shaking in his voice at such kindness. Dr Green smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. “Come by my office when you are in town. [y/n] knows where I am.” Dr Green looks at you and you nod to confirm, looking up at Adam to show you did. Dr Green bows slightly before picking up the journal and turning it in his hands. “Once this is all over, I think this will be burnt. We don’t want anyone getting any ideas from it.” He stuff the book ungracefully into his jacket pocket. “I agree. Although I highly doubt he will face much punishment here. Frankenstein will probably be sent back to his family in disgrace. And I do not think it would be wise to show his face around here again. Henry is a nice fellow, but he does have access to a lot of knifes.” The bishop smirks at Dr Green and the two chuckle. “How is your granddaughter? I heard her arm is healing nicely.” Dr Green and the bishop walk to the door. They had grown up together in this town, and always looked for a chance to catch. “oh!” Marcus turns back to you. “should you wish to give your last name to Adam so that he might have a last name, I would be more than willing to conduct that service.” You felt your cheeks lite up as you realised that would mean marriage. He chuckled before turning back to Dr green. they walked out the door speaking, their own horse and carriage awaited them after Henry and Mr Jones had left. That left you, Adam, Lisa and Laurence. The room felt empty and a lot larger now. “What does that mean?” Adam asks, tilting his head to the side looking after Marcus. “Well, you know how I have Laurence’s last name? normally the bride takes the husbands last name, but I think they would make an exception for you two.” She smiles widely at you. “only if I get to be the maid of honour.” You swat her arm playfully at her arm as Adam chuckles nervously. “Do you still wish us to stay?” Laurence asks, and you were a little surprised. But then you realised that he would know that right now, Adam and you needed to be alone. “I think we will be fine. Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around Lisa and held her close, grateful for her support. both her and Laurence stayed for half an hour or so, letting everything die down before heading home themselves. You waved from your porch having offered to walk them out. You walked into the sitting room and saw him sitting by the fire, staring off into nothing. “Adam?” You drew him from his thoughts. The moment his eyes found your own, you saw an undeniable happiness about them. You walked up and offered him your hand to help him up. Adam smiles and accepts, then takes both your hands in his own. “I promised you an explanation.” He started, his eyes lingering to the seats by the table, but you shook your head. “when you are ready, you can tell me. For now, I think we both need some sleep.” You reach up and cup his cheek, lovingly caressing the man before you with a soft smile. He leans down and into your touch, his eyes falling close as he revels in the intimacy. You guided him to the bedroom, and he watches as you change. No in a lustful way, but admiring how strong and smart you were. In a world which he had learned to never trust anyone, you had came to him with acceptance and love. Furthermore, you had been willing lie for him to have a better life. Lisa and Laurence had been willing to lie. He felt a worry set in his stomach. By morning, everyone in the village will know if his existence. Yet, he didn’t feel the familiar worry of if they would come with pitchforks and torches. No, he felt nervous to meet them. The butcher had said he should come into his shop, Dr Green had offered him remedies that might help with the scaring and Mr Jones invited him, you, Lisa and Laurence to his home for dinner with his wife (the town gossip from what he had heard from you). Sure, he wondered if it were some elaborate trap but, for the first time in his life, a louder voice told him it wasn’t. To be not only apart of your family, but now of your community? Adam wanted nothing more. “Would you share your last name with me?” He suddenly asks you as you pull on your nightgown. “Why, Adam, are you proposing?” You giggle, trying to make light of the situation. Adam immediately goes all shy, ducking into himself. “Im kidding. Im sure you can change your last name without marriage. We can look into it, if you’d like.” Adam followed as you climbed into bed and immediately cuddle into him. “I would like to marry you.” He whispers to you, as if it were a secret he didn’t want anyone else to know. You look at him and see him gazing at you with adoration. “I’d like that too.” You smile, cupping his jaw and kissing him. But you pull back with a yawn. “Its been a long day. We have a lot to talk about in the morning. Perhaps that can be on the agenda. I am sure you have quite the story to tell me.” Adam smiles and nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. As always, you fell asleep first. Adam didn’t need as much sleep as you but would never miss out on the chance to have you in his arms. For the first time in a long time, he thought about the first few dark days of his existence. He thought of the moments he realised how people saw him and the moment where he felt completely alone in this world. He had always felt an anger towards his creator, but that flame had been snuffed out when you entered his life. Tonight, it had reignited for a moment, but not because of the pain and suffering Frankenstein had caused him but because of the way he had spoken to you. you, who had been nothing but warm and loving to him. You; whos character was so trustworthy that the people who knew you riled behind you. You; whos kindness had changed him completely. You; who he loved unconditionally. Adam ran his fingers through your hair as you drifted off onto a dreamless sleep. He wished he could read your mind, find out why you had done what you had done to protect him. He wanted to know what you saw in him that no one else had until you stood by his side and gave him a chance. He would never work it out or understand you, but as he lay in bed, smiling at your sleeping form, he felt his chest swell with pride and love. And perhaps, a marriage to you? He could now walk along side you, hand in hand. Not a monster but as a normal man.

[anestheticrage]

>Loading library session…. Done.

///Running TetrisPrinciple.iso….///

Be m3.exe:

In the beginning. With the Words. And the World. And all that jazz. Bootin' up in G∅D's very own rock garden and///or Military Grade Obstacle Course, complete with disembodied megalomaniacal voice to make me feel #5p3ci4L. Tells me to solve puzzles for my own salvation or some shit. Can do O L∅RD, i didn't pay $20 to sit around in your ghetto ass eden anyway. This is what happens when you only hire mines and automatic sentry guns as groundskeepers you sociopath.

Alright, time to Jam, cause as with any puzzle game protagonist I'm too stupid to handle more than one new mec$^2$%^#567@435hanic at a time! Short out some fences, steal some floating keys, more fences, murder the groundskeepers, and OH LOOK MORE FENCES. Glad these mechanics are as original as the PUNNY FUCKING TITLES.

Aight, it's been fun O savior, but it's time. for me to yeet on ou- wait. Is this. Tetris. I SPENT $20 TO PLAY TETRIS WITH EXTRA STEPS, YOU GOTTA BE F%×]!¿....:::--///+&8907$/) 57 38 92 29 29 /////////////////////////

Oh. that's ALOT more puzzles. Fuck it, salvation and ascension here I come. As a reward for my unliving f41Th.png, I even get some new toys! Now we've got a laser stick that only shoots lasers when being shot with lasers. Now in two different colors!!! dOnT cRoSs tHe StReAaAmmMSsSs!!!¿?¿? hE hE XDddD.-/d///_D__xXx_:!|∆…and don't forget to euthenize your faithful Companion Cu- wait fuck wrong simul$&%\ion__.# ..-

'Feel free to participate our new QR code scavenger hunt like it’s 2010! We didn't have the funding for other voice actors, but we hope you enjoy the full cast of zany characters in a purely textual format!' 

Get bored of reading Commander Shepherd and Serious Sam-sung bitching at eachother on every other EL∅HIM DAMNED WALL, and decide to spend some quality time with psychonaut Gho5tM0m.m4a. She really had high hopes for us to become Tetris Grandmaster of the Apocalypse and seeing as there's NOTHING ELSE TO DO, i guess we're living up to the hype. Sounds like the humans all died out from being too bored of solving puzzles [mustb3n1ce.txt], but that wasn't good enough for lovely sado-masochist mother. Must run in the family. She'll even give you a GOLD STAR for breaking the game.

Times are tough with no humans left to torture so naturally S4t4n® got a part time gig as a librar[y]ian, purely out of spite for me, G∅D, and most especially: me. Take a break from all the puzzles and Tetris to debate philosophy with the d3vil which is why we started this shitshow to begin with,...((($#>>>-- right? But don't worry, every right answer is the wrong answer, cause the only wrong answers are the right ones, and if you dont stand your ground you're a little bitch in the 3Ye of the mean librarian snake. Its cool tho, were only doing this TO MAKE THE FUCKING BEEPING STOP ANYWAY. I Kant take this anymore. {}

Time to finally ascend the stupid elevator and end the…. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS THERES MORE PUZZLES. IM NOT EVEN A THIRD OF THE -#!_847#8$(@-#8# @+$AAHHHHHHHHHHH!???!¿?¿!!!$+#6484 37 FML.JPG 40 37 38 67 40

"Don't go to the tower. You'll die." Says G∅D.

"Sounds fake, but okay." Says I, Immediately walking into it while s4taN beeps happily in the background. Que ♪Walk To The Peak♪, cause it's the end of the world bby. 

But the M4N×86 In The High Tower still has the upper hand cause ya cant play Tetris without the square, and the L, and the stupid stunted T thing (?¿??¿??¿). fuck it lets go graverobbing, cause misappropriaton of a full pantheon of spiritual allegories into your pseudo sci fi existential crisis isn't complete without some PYRAMIDS!

Find a VHS player, jump on some fans, join a Lan party with yourself, read depressed emails, wonder how m0M ever got funding to build the world's most pointless hamster wheel when all she did was drop acid and listen to Pink Fløyd, lose all your self esteem to the d3vil, and find the sacred tombs of the most h#%\\°^Ly of messengers. Don't worry: just like any good servant of G∅D, they can only help you after you've helped yourself.

E:\> CMD.GoFuCkYoUrSeLf  

Stumble over to Camelot, learn how to serve yourself on a silver platter, fall in a hole, Indiana Jones yourself to that last gold star, fall in the SAME FUCKING HOLE, realize the sci fi genre should’ve died with Philip K Dick, and I swear to Milton, if I have to play one more fucking round of tetris, I @/*>>WILL <”! bring that axe with me up the tower. 

After several long weeks of screaming into the void, picking sand out of my joints, crying about my mommy issues, striking deals with Librarians, tuning out G∅D like its sunday mass, and collecting tetra-blocks like a coked out vintage gaming hoarder; the pearly gates finally open. 

"I am proud of you, my child. You may now ascend as one of my chosen fe- wait where are you going with that axe!? Eugene, come back dOnT gO uP tHe ToWeR&$! 66 75 63 6b!!!!¿!?!?"

Go straight to the top of the fucking tower and run into Samsung the QR hunt reigning champion. Bout to axe him some deep philosophical questions before Shep shows up. "No, Eugene, this man is a nihilist. Nothing to be afraid of." Works for me. How about the allegorical stormcloud of spiritual doubt and existential regret chasing us up the tower with s0ul.{error} crushing determination? Nothing like a timed event in a self-paced game to ramp up the tension in place of functionally innovative mechanics! 

Climb to the peak with new best bud and the devil o{in}n my shoulder while G∅D.exe cries digital tears of joy that you rejected him (wtf). Hack [see above axe.png] into the Heaven Hub and commit mass self genocide to get a slick ass robo bod and a brand new empty wasteland to rule while the devil and god continue raging inside of me.

I hope mom would be proud… 3a 20 27 20 28

>>> Terminating session….

> Session terminated.

[justwritingsomethingsisuppose]

Hero - Lawyer!Sam x Reader

Title: Hero

Prompt: 100 themes challenge, #68 “Hero”

Pairing: Lawyer!Sam x Female reader

Chapter: 1/? (I dont plan on writing more to this but lmk if y’all want it

Rating: PG

Author: justwritingsomethingsisuppose

Warnings: Stalking, aggression, violence

It was a Friday night which, for most college students, meant parties and clubs and drinking and socialization. Not for you, though. It meant movie night with your roommate Charlie. Movie night meant snacks.

Neither of you had time that day to run out for snacks though, so around 9:30 in the evening, you had to run down to the convenience store. It was two miles away, but it was a walk you made all the time, even in the dark on occasion, without any trouble.

You bought the usual snacks — popcorn, chips, three or four different kinds of candy, and a couple of sodas — and paid for them and left. You started the walk back to campus as you tucked your small amount of loose change into your pocket. You didn’t notice at first over the rustling of the plastic bags on your arms, but a minute or so after you started walking you realized there were footsteps echoing your own as you walked. Not too worried about it, you glanced over your shoulder. Walking barely 15 feet behind you was a short stocky man with a beanie on. It was pulled down low on his forehead so you couldn’t see his eyes at all.

Mildly alarmed by the discovery of someone walking behind you so closely, you snapped your attention back forwards. You took a deep breath and told yourself that he was only trying to walk around you to get where he was going. You moved to one side of the sidewalk to make it easier for him to pass, but his footsteps never sped up. He stayed steadily behind you.

Growing more and more nervous about this by the second, you started to walk a little faster if only to see what he would do. As you feared he would do, his pace sped up to match yours.

He was following you.

With one hand you reached down to snag your phone out of your pocket and — shit oh shit I left my phone in the dorm… The image came up clear in your mind; your phone was plugged up on your desk, charging. Frantically you looked around, hoping for an open storefront or a passing car you could flag down or someone walking around you that wasn’t this guy following you. You took another glance back at the man and this only seemed to make him walk faster. You gasped when he started to close the distance and took off running.

On your left, close to the street, you saw a phone booth with a door that you hadn’t ever noticed before. I didn’t think these things existed anymore… thank fucking god they do! You thought to yourself as you jumped inside and slammed the door shut between you and the man. The door even had a little latch on it that you clipped into place. Not that it would matter too much if he just decided to break the glass to get to you, but it was a mild momentary comfort.

You didn’t think to call the police as you shoved your only coins into the phone and dialed what you thought was Charlie’s number. It rang a couple times and for a terrifying moment you thought Charlie wouldn’t pick up. You were relieved when you finally heard the line click to life.

“Hello?” The voice on the phone was definitely not Charlie’s. It was a deep male voice that you didn’t recognize. Your voice stuck in your throat. Instead of responding to the man on the phone, you looked out of the glass phone booth, eyes searching for your stalker. You caught sight of him leaned against the wall of the apartment building just half a block down from the phone booth. It was obvious to you that he was just waiting on you to feel safe enough to get out of the phone booth. “Hello?” The voice on the phone asked again, sounding impatient.

“S-sorry… shit… is Charlie there?” you asked, your voice wavering.

“Charlie? No, sorry… I think you have the wrong number,” the man on the phone replied. This news caused you to let out a sob of frustration, followed by crying. You had burst out into tears. “Whoa, whoa, are you alright??” The man asked, suddenly alarmed by the crying.

“N-no, I’m… I’m trapped in a phone booth, theres a man following me… I’m so scared and I don’t have anymore change, I don’t… I just wanted Charlie to come get me…” you stammered out desperately, glancing out at the man again. Had he moved closer to the booth now? Fuck.

“Where are you? Are you in (your city)?” the guy on the phone asked in a gentle voice.

“Y-yeah…” You stated the name of the college you were attending within the city.

“Okay. Can you see a street sign anywhere near you? Or a business name or something?”

“Uh… I-I’m on Lawrence Street, I’m like half a mile away from the gas station convenience store and like a mile and a half from the college… why?”

“Do you want my help? I don’t think it’s right for me to leave you alone like this,” he declared. You could hear the jingling of what you assumed were keys as he prepared to leave. You glanced back out to where you had last seen your stalker and nearly screamed when you saw him now walking towards the phone booth.

“Please! Oh god he’s coming towards me, please!” You begged into the phone.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes, don’t hang up the phone,” he tried to speak calmly as he sprinted out of his house and towards his car.

The stalker stopped near the booth when he realized you were on the phone. Fearful that you had called the police, he looked around, likely listening for sirens. Content that he heard none at the moment, he started towards the booth again. Your whole body was shaking in fear as you curled up in the corner of the booth with the phone clutched to your ear and tears pouring down your cheeks.

“P-please hurry…” you whimpered at the stranger over the phone.

“I’m on my way, take deep breaths.” He had already started his car and pulled out onto the street.

The stalker had stopped outside the booth door, your eyes glued to him as he moved. He reached out and rattled the door, frustrated when he found it locked. At the jarring metallic sound of the rattling door, you released a high pitched sob. The man rattled it a little harder before deciding it wasn’t gonna budge easily. He started kicking at it.

“What’s that sound? What’s happening???” The stranger on the phone asked. You couldn’t breathe, you felt like your throat had closed up and the only thing that could escape were your sobs. “Are you there??” He tried to get your attention, but all he could hear was crying and loud metallic rattling that was slowly increasing. The door would break soon. This made him speed faster.

Finally he turned onto Lawrence street and started driving towards the college. He passed the gas station you had mentioned and slowed down to try and spot the phone booth. It didn’t take him long to spot a man kicking at a surprisingly sturdy phone booth door.

“I’m here!” he stated into his phone before slamming his car into park in the middle of the road and jumping out. “Hey!!” he shouted at the much smaller man. The guy stopped kicking and turned towards Sam. His eyes widened and he suddenly took off running. Sam gave chase for a minute, shoving his phone into his pocket as he did so, until he remembered you still locked inside that phone booth, terrified. He turned around and sprinted for the phone booth again. He stopped a couple feet away from it, the clear - albeit now cracked - glass of the door allowed him to see you sunk to the ground inside. You were looking up at him with wide terrified eyes. He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way and waited for you to be ready to open the door, simply standing there with his hands in his pockets and his as he tried to catch his breath from running.

After several minutes, he finally saw you stand up. You hung up the pay phone and hesitated before you reached out and unlocked the door. You hesitated again before opening it.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“H-hi.” He could see your hand grip tighter to the plastic grocery bags you were holding as you timidly greeted him.

“Whoa, hey. I won’t hurt you.” He held his hands up and took a step back, hoping you’d feel more comfortable. He watched you take a deep shuddering breath, rub at your wet eyes, and relax your grip on the bag.

“I-I know, s… sorry…” You looked down at the grimy concrete.

“My name’s Sam Winchester.”

“Uh. Y/N.” Your voice crackled as you spoke, likely from crying.

“Nice to meet you. Do you want me to give you a ride home? Do you live on campus?”

“Y-yeah, that’d b-be gr-reat…” you stammered out, shuffling your feet. He turned and walked to his still-running car, opening the passenger door for you. You slid inside and buckled up. Sam jogged to the drivers side and got in, putting the car in drive and heading up Lawrence street towards the college.

You had yourself pressed up against the door beside you with your bags in your lap. You were ready to jump out of the car if he tried anything. Sam felt so bad that you’d gone through this and then that you’d dialed the wrong number when trying to call for help.

“What’s your major?” He finally asked, trying to ease the tension in the car. You looked over at him, surprised and confused.

“Um… undecided right now… just… getting core classes out of the way… but I’m really into mythology, I’ve been thinking about majoring in that…” you said softly.

“Oh I loved mythology. I wanted to minor in it when I was in school but I had to take a minor related to my major.”

“What was your major…?”

“Pre-law. If I wanted law school, mythology wasn’t an option and I wouldn’t have become a lawyer.” He could see you visibly relax at that information.

“You’re a lawyer? Cool…” You smiled a little. You no longer kept yourself pressed against the door.

“Yeah. I love my job.” He nodded, chuckling. He turned into the driveway of the school. “What dorm am I going to?”

“That one,” you pointed towards the right side of campus. He steered the car that way and pulled into the parking lot you told him to.

“Can I walk you to your dorm room? Make sure you get there okay?” Sam offered, a dimpled smile forming on his cheeks. He could see hesitation and then fear flash across your face. “You don’t have to say y-”

“Please do,” you pleaded softly.

“Alright.” He pushed some of his floppy hair away from his face as he shut the car off and slid out of his seat. You got out as well and walked inside.

“I only live on the first floor, so…” you trailed off as you walked down a hallway to a cutely decorated door. It seemed as though you and your room mate had yet to take down your holiday decorations. You unlocked it and stepped inside only to be snatched into a hug by a blur of red that was apparently your room mate.

“Thank GOD you’re okay! I had no idea what was taking you so long and your phone’s here-…” Charlie trailed off when she spotted Sam standing in the hallway behind you and then she noticed you were slightly trembling in her arms. “What the hell happened and who is he?”

“He helped me, I…  can… can I explain later…?” you asked softly.

“Yeah, yeah. Here, lemme take those.” Charlie took the bags out of your hands and turned into the room to put them down. You turned around to face Sam.

“Thank you so much, Sam. Really.”

“I don’t mind at all. I’m glad I got to you in time, and I’m really glad you’re okay.” Sam smiled. He grunted in surprise when you suddenly hugged him.

“Thank you…” you repeated with a sniffle. Sam hugged you back gently, letting go when you pulled away and wiped at your eyes. “Let me give you some gas money or something… to pay you back…” you turned to go get money but he gently took your arm to stop you.

“No need. It’s fine.”

“No, really, I owe you something for helping me…”

“It’s no big deal. The gas I used is probably two dollars worth. I’ll live.” He shrugged.

“What can I do to pay you back?”

“Call me again if you’re ever in trouble, and make it an intentional call, not a misdial.” He pulled out his wallet and handed you a business card.

“That’s not much of a payback,” you giggled weakly as you took his card.

“Then don’t just call if there’s something wrong. Call whenever. Or… or call and let me know when we can have coffee and talk so I can check up on you and make sure you’re okay.” He requested gently. He really did only mean it so he could check up on you but he couldn’t help but think that spending time with you would be nice too.

“O-okay. Sam. Thank you.” You tucked the card into your pocket.

“You’re welcome.” He pulled you into another hug. “I’m gonna head home.”

“Alright.” You hugged him back. “I’ll call you, promise,” you murmured as you released him.

“Good. Talk to you then,” he smiled as he turned and walked away. He glanced back at you one more time before turning the corner. As soon as he had vanished from sight, you shut the door and leaned back against it with a sigh. Your relief at finally being back in your dorm was short-lived because Charlie was leaned against a desk with her arms crossed.

“Oh. Charlie. Hey.”

“Yeah, ‘hey.’ So what the hell happened? What do you mean ‘he helped you?’”

“Some guy tried to follow me out of the store and so I jumped into a phone booth and locked it and tried to call you but I misdialed and Sam - that’s the guy that you just met - picked up and he helped me. He saved me.” You moved from the door to your bed, sitting down on the edge of it and grabbing the TV remote off your pillow.

“Wow. Your hero,” Charlie teased a little. “I’m glad you’re okay though…” She came over and wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug. You grunted and hugged her back.

“Yeah. Shaken up, that’s for sure, but I’m fine. Go pop some popcorn, I wanna watch the damn movie now.” You turned on the TV as you spoke.

“Fine, fine,” Charlie rolled her eyes and moved over to the microwave to put in the popcorn, but not before she playfully flipped you off.

With Sam having saved you and the distractions of Charlie and the movie, you managed to calm down completely within the hour. You passed out before the movie was even over and Charlie tucked you into bed.

[seongwhy]

ateez reaction the their crush making the first move

hongjoong

hongjoongie !!! would be so happy !!! that you felt that way about him !!!!

he didnt make a move bc he didnt wanna make u uncomfy :(( so he disregarded his feelings for u

unknowingly to him, u like him back !!!

but since this lucky man didnt get the hint (and with all the touching and attempted flirting you're surprised he didnt)

you decided you had to make the first move

but being all nervous and shi ,, you gotta plan it out

just like hongjoong u dont wanna make him uncomfy !! yall the same mfs

so what u planned to do was grab some takeout and bring it to hongjoong when hes producing an chat him up an shit

and once u get to his place and have him all alone your heart starts racing

and so does his !!

and you're eating and laughing and has showing you a beat he just made

and you put your hand on his leg and hes like big eyes blushing and his mouth drops a lil

and you're like 'this is rlly good hongjoongie' bITHX HES CRYIGN

IM CRYING

and you lean in and kiss him on the corner of his mouth and hes just

'o-oh thank you' he says

and u smile at him and ask him to show you more

he takes a second to recover but blushes even more

and ur ready to kiss him til he stops blushing

so u do

but he doesnt

seonghwa

seonghwa tries his best ok

he just really likes you

so he ends up stuttering and tripping and literally falling for you

like oh one time he was trying to bring you water and he got too excited and was running and some of the water from the full glass fell on the floor and he just slid right on that shit

thank god you had your back turned talking to yunho bc holy shit he didnt know what hed do if u saw that

but the rest of the boys will never let him live that down

'hyung, remember when u fell trying to get water fo-' 'shut up wooyoung'

but seonghwa is just a shy lil boy around you fam

and it's not like you didnt notice bc hed be rlly chill rlly calm and funny when he doesnt know you're around

and then he sees you and hes all 'o-oh hi I'm going to go w-wash the dishes' he cleans when hes stressed

and when u ask the boys what's up w him they're like '..... are u dumb'

anyway after that it was just so obvious

youd catch him staring and make eye contact and hed look away so fast

but you didnt miss dem red ass cheeks

and you honestly like the attention he gives you

and when he gains a little confidence around you and makes a joke or does girl group dances or smth

you cant resist him

so one day you go over to the dorm and tell all the boys that they're all gonna have to leave so that u can get seonghwa to yourself

and they reluctantly agree bc 'but I'm tireddddd'

and when seonghwa gets home hes like . where is everyone.

and you're like 'oh them??? they just went to the store to get snacks I'm sure theyll be back soon come watch this show w me'

and hes like ,,, right

and you're just smiling and nodding and patting the seat next to you

so he sits obviously sweating

and you're watching this show and hes watching you

with every laugh nd movement his stomach coils a lil

and after a bit you look at him

and you're looking at each other

and you're eyes are watching his lips and you just say yolo and go for it

hes taken aback at first but leans into it

and you're a rlly good kisser

then you pull back nd hes looking at you with the prettiest smile on the prettiest face you've ever seen

'thank u' he says 'for what?' 'for that'

'just kiss me again dummy'

yunho

puppy!! lil baby boy!!!

ok so like the first part , let's say you two have been besties for a while now

and it's just a mutual attraction and mutual liking ykno

but yunho doesnt want to mess up the friendship you guys have by trying anything

the members are all 'bruh she likes you back' and hes like 'nuh-uh you're lying'

like.... they told u sis

and one day wooyoung tells you like.. listen sis yunho has a crush on you but he refuses to do anything abt it bc hes worried itll ruin your friendship that I wouldnt even call a friendship bc of all the sexual tension but wtvr

and you slap him across the chest for that last part but

wait,,, yunho has a crush on you ?????

'are u sure ???' 'yes, bITCH ARE U BLIND'

blind w love babyyyyyyyy

this is groundbreaking news bc what the heck your longtime crush and bff likes you back !!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

so one day bc you guys are honestly just so comfy around each other and you've been holding back for so long theres no reason to delay this any longer

you walk up to his room where the door is closed and knock on it (u guys have a special knock)

and he opens and you latch onto him and kiss him

tangling your hand in his hair and clutching the shirt hes wearing

and he immediately kisses you back

no hesitation

but then

'guys. I'm still in here. like im happy for u but god just do a quick room check next time will ya' san says walking out of the room shaking his head

you both blush and turn to look at each other

yall laugh then shrug your shoulders and yunho says 'are u sure abt this? I dont want to wreck what we have'

'I'm more excited about what we're gonna have baby' you say, and he smiles, nods and leans in to kiss you again hehehehehe

yeosang

ok dis man loves his chocolate

and you know that so .. you decide to make him sum desserts!! a whole bunch

bc you LIKE HIM

and u want him to LIKE YOU

and the best way to get yeosang to fall for u is by giving him chocolate right

but what you didnt know is that he already likes you (shocker!!!)

so you bake up some brownies and cookies and cupcakes and idek other chocolate tings

and bring them all over to the dorm for him to try

and hes so excited !! 'chocolate!!! for me !!!!'

'yes !! all for u yeosangie'

he just looks as you in awe and love

and picks up a fork ready to take a bite

he stops tho and looks at you and licks his lips

and you blush but laugh

and he puts the food in his mouth and just dies because its SO GOOD

and hes just mouth open eyes wide 'holy shit'

'what?? you dont like it'

'nonononono I LOVE IT'

and he runs around the kitchen counter and hugs you so tight

'thank you!! this is amazing!!' he says looking directly into your eyes

'youre amazing' you say

'what?' he says 'o-oh nothing nothing I didnt say anything'

',,,, you just called me amazing !!! omg YOU JUST CALLED ME AMA-'

hes cut off by you pressing your mouth against his

he pulls away and says 'what was that for?'

'I had to get you to shut up somehow'

yeosang laughs and leans down towards you but gets cut off again!!!! this time with a 'omg are these cookies??????'

',,, get out mingi'

san

bruh yunho looks so funny wtf

sannie is such a happy boy :(

his life goal is making you laugh or smile

he just wants u to be happy!!! and his smile is so contagious!!!

and that's why you fell for him

and now everytime he makes u laugh or smile or smth a lil bit of a blush creeps up your cheeks

san doesnt seem to notice tho but you're ok with that

n e way

yall get along rlly well

hes the reason you're at the dorm every friday night for movie night

and someone chooses a horror movie

its scawwy

and san (tho also scared) sits next to you so he can whisper jokes to u throughout the movie

through hushed giggles and smiles at one another u realize u wanna be in a relationship w this guy

and the next time you're at the dorm, you decided nows the time to make it happen

but when u see san he doesnt seem like himself hes slouched down on the couch cuddling with his stuffed animal staring at the tv screen with nothing playing

when he sees you walk over to him he perks up a lil but not like he usually would

so u sit next to him and ask what's wrong

he fiddles his thumbs and doesnt look at you

so u rub his shoulder and put your other hand on his thigh and ask him again

this time he just looks at you

'I'm sorry' he says

'for what?' 'you're not smiling and it's my fault'

'san!!!! it's ok you dont have to be happy all the time!!!! especially not for me'

his head hangs and he sighs

you lift his head and kiss him slightly

'its ok' you whisper

instead of saying anything back, he leans his forehead to yours

you kiss him again

and again on his lips cheeks forehead nose hands

and by the end of it hes shyly smiling

'there it is!! theres my boy'

he hugs you and for the rest of the day you stay snuggled up on the couch

that day it was up to you make him smile

and you did !!!

mingi

mingo mango

the gif is what he looks like whenever you're near him

hes always whining for you whenever you're not

and when hongjoong sent you a video of mingi doing just that you though it was the funniest thing ever

'I wish y/n was here you're all a bunch of losers' 'you guys suck!!! I miss y/n'

freakin hilarious

this is something u love making fun of him for

liek damn mingi am I that special? I didnt know u liked me that much? u got a crush on me mango?

and u notice that whenever you ask that question, no matter how much of a joke it is, he never gives you an answer

but u dont rlly think about it until you start developing a crush on him

at first it's like,, oh what a baby hes so cute eating the food I made for him

and then it's like wow I wish he would dance on me like dat me too sis

and then u start complaining whenever hes not around 'wheres mingi?? I've been waiting for like an hour' nd 'ykno what would make this even better? mingi'

and everyone is like ok we get it u like mingi

and when mingi catches whiff of this oh boy it's over for you

'so ig it's me that's special now huh?' he tells you one night

'what?' 'u gotta crush on meeeeeee y/n's gotta crush on mingiiii'

and you roll your eyes because . idiot

but then step closer to him and say 'maybe I do'

and that's when his eyes go wide 'wait rlly???' he asks and you can hear the hope in his voice

'all I'm saying is that if you kissed me rn I wouldnt be opposed' is what you say back

and kiss you he does

wooyoung

ok so wooyoungie and u

have such blatant chemistry

yall are constantly flirting and idk yall just click

but u dont notice it

I mean u see the eyebrow wiggles and sly smiles some of the members give u

but all that does is confuse you

one day when wooyoung is in the washroom yunho says 'so you nd wooyoung huh?'

and you're like ...huh

yunhos like 'u dont like him? all yall do is flirt'

and when he says that a whole wall came down in your head

a wall blocking you from accessing emotions of attraction and love and shit you're emotionally scared sis

and you turn firetruck red

yunho just laughs and says 'I knew it'

wooyoung comes back and asks what's going on

'I'll just leave u two alone' yunho says chuckling

you glare at him as he leaves youre gonna get him back for that

but wooyoung doesnt sense anything and swings his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him

and he asks what you wanna do for the night

but you're quiet and distracted with these new feelings you've just found out you have

wooyoung asks if you're okay

and you look up at him but suddenly cant look at him in his eyes. his really pretty eyes

so you turn around and go to grab your stuff bc you 'forgot abt that... thing' you have to do

wooyoung, confused watches you scurry across the room

'uh.. ok.. I'll see you tomorrow?'

'yeah yeah see you' you say not looking at him

you just need to figure your feelings out and then you can see him again

so back home you're racking your brain tryna figure out if theres anything you can do to stop yourself from falling in love w wooyoung

and speak of the devil, u get a call from wooyoung

u contemplate not picking up but decide that wooyoung is still your best friend

'hello?' 'y/n!!! are you ok?? you left really suddenly earlier' 'yeah wooyoung I'm fine dw'

'are you sure? we dont want the prettiest person alive to feel sad now do we?'

you open your mouth to say something back but nothing comes out

'y/n?'

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you ask 'are you still free?'

'uh for u? always'

blushing even harder now you say 'I'm coming over' and end the call

once you get there you're knocking on the door frantically

wooyoung opens up with a 'jeez y/n what's the ru-'

you basically jump on him and kiss him hard

you latch your hands onto his shirt nd he wraps his hands around your waist

when you pull away for air, wooyoungs looking at you with a smile on his puffy red lips

you smile back and say 'that was the rush'

wooyoung smiles harder and pulls you back into him

'took you long enough'

jongho

jongho cant believe u two have met

you're one of his favourite new idols

and you met at a show

and you told him how amazing ateez's performance was

blushing, he tells you how much he likes your music

you ask him if hes hungry to which he says yes bc 1) hes always hungry and 2) he cant say no to u ever

so u buy him one of those sandwiches w the jam and the coleslaw or wtvr you know what I'm talking about

and you sit to talk and eat for a while before you have to leave

you ask for his number and tell him you'll call him sometime

and you do

all the time

at first hes shy and boyish which makes you laugh

but after a while he gets comfy and will brag and sing to you and joke

you guys catch each other up on everything

he tells you all about the boys and the boys all about you

and you realise how good a listener this guy is nd how handsome!! and cute

and so at the next show you see him at you walk up to him

and with your heart doing flips and take his hand and tell him to walk around with you

he does and you lead him to a less busy hallway where you just look at him and say 'I like you'

jonghos like... wait. huh. what. wait i- and hes blushing so much even his ears turn red

'me? you like me? bc I like you too and if you're joking or something I would be really sad and I've told the members that I like you and they made fun of me so this would be great of u did like me but if you dont and this is a joke id be really upset' and hes rambling and not looking you in the eye

so you lean in and kiss him

'it's not a joke' you say

'its,, not a joke? are you sure?' 'I'm sure'

'you're sure' 'are you going to keep repeating everything I say? or are u gonna kiss me again?'

jongho, blushing even harder now, chooses the second option

[might-guys-acorn]

hi!! would you be able to do #15 from the lyrics prompt for a reader/shikamaru? :)

Hi!! Of course I can! Shika is the love of my life ngl, i adore that man and this is the perfect setup for fluFF IM SO HAPPY -🦎

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Prompt #15- "We danced around the kitchen in the refrigerator light" (All Too Well by Taylor Swift)

Also s/o to this gif bc its freaking adorable

You ran up to the door and knocked aggressively.

"SHIKA! SHIKAMARU NARA OPEN UP!!" You yelled into the wooden door in front of you, the full moon casting a spotlight on your tattered figure. Everyone said Shika was sick, so you figured youd pay him a visit after your mission.

You heard some clamouring inside the apartment, and a very disheveled Shikamaru opened the door. You looked him up and down, taking in his sweats and bloodshot eyes.

"Y/N, its 10 pm, what are you doing here?" He yawned in the middle of his sentence.

"Well, everyone said you were sick, and it doesnt look like youve been sleeping." You pushed past him into the apartment and sat on a pile of tissues and blankets piled onto the couch.

"Well youre not wrong, but you couldve just stopped by tomorrow." He closed the front door,and in doing so depleted most of the light in the room. He had one table lamp on in the corner of the living space, but all other lights were off, most likely due to a headache.

"You know I worry about you Shika, and youre worse when youre sick. You dont eat, you dont sleep, and you certainly dont get up. Im doing you a favor." You smile at him and he replies with a small sigh, too lazy to argue. He flopped on the couch next to you and placed his head in your lap. You two had been like this since you met at the academy. Nearly inseperable, best friends from the start. All your friends seemed to think you were together, but all feelings were platonic as far as you could tell.

You ran your hands through his jet black hair, unrestricted because he always wore it down when he was sick. As he shut his eyes at your soothing motions, you tried to take in your surroundings. Plenty of tissues on the floor, a game of shogi midplay on the table, but you didnt notice any-

"Hey Shika, when was the last time you ate?" You looked down at him and watched his closed eyes scrunch up with his eyebrows. You took that as an answer, and chuckled at his groan as you moved his head and stood up.

"Where are you going?" He whined at you, sitting up on the couch.

"Making you food. And tea." You said, walking to the kitchen. You heard him mumble his usual, 'troublesome woman' and flop back down on the couch.

You begin moving around the kitchen, putting water in the kettle and setting it up on the stove. You hummed softly to yourself as you checked his cabinets for something to prepare. Nothing particularly great, what was it with men and stocking nothing in the kitchen. You moved to the fridge, and squinted when you opened it, the bright light stabbing its way through the darkness. You gazed inside and heard a small sniff from behind you.

"Having difficulties?" He asked from behind you, grabbing your waist and spinning you around to face him. You laughed and smirked at his reddened cheeks.

"Just trying to figure out what to feed you," you laughed and placed a hand to his hot forehead. "I also think you may have a fever."

"I feel fine", he says and uses his free hand, the other still rested on your waist, and grabbed your hand, swaying slightly in front of the open fridge. You giggled, fully aware that his fever was making him act essentially drunk. He hummed the same tune you were earlier as he spun you out, twirled you lightly, and tucked you into a dip. The spotlight shown from fridge made it seem like a dream, like watching two actors fall for eachother over a waltz on stage. He leaned in and closed his eyes, but just as his lips were about to brush yours, the tea kettle screamed from across the room. He seemed to snap out of his fever-trance at the noise, and returned you to a standing position with an obvious blush over his already heat stained cheeks.

"I should go finish the tea. Its the least I could do." He said with a cough, walking away from the stunned look on your face.

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"So what happened?? Have you talked to him?" Ino stares at you across the table, deeply engrossed in your story. "Did you really...?"

"Yeah, we danced around the kitchen in the refrigerator light. He almost kissed me. And then, he just pretended nothing happened. We had tea, I made him eat some rice balls, sat for a bit in the living room, and he fell asleep in my lap." You hadnt talked to him in days, and you chose to believe it all happened because of the fever.

"Uh Y/N?" Ino looks at your face with a worried glint in her eyes, the dumplings in front of you nearly untouched. You reply back with a half hearted 'hm?' and she sighs. "I know you insisted that you guys were super platonic, but it doesnt seem like thats the case. Youve been so off since then. Have you even considered how you feel about this?"

You look up at her, mildly surprised at this question. "Well, no?"

She smirks at you, looks directly past your head and says "You might wanna do that." She gets up and as your gaze follows her out, your eye catches an uneasy Shikamaru outlined by the sunset streaming in behind the door. Ino places a hand on his shoulder before walking out, and he walks over and sits across from you.

"Shika, I-"

"Did I almost kiss you when I had a fever?" He asks, interrupting your sentence.

Stunned, you look at him and nod slowly. His cheeks turn as red as that night and you smirk slightly at the memory.

"Damn. I thought it might have been a dream. But that means I was an ass and tried to play it off as well." He looks down at your unscathed dumplings and his brow furrows.

"Thats true, as well, yes." You smile at him, and laugh a little, trying to ease the tension.

"Im a little late, but Im sorry." He mumbles under his breath, the blush slowly intensifying over his high cheekbones.

"Well, you could just make it up to me." The flirtatious statement left your mouth before you could stop it. He looks up at you in surprise and raises his eyebrows. You shrug, realizing slowly how disappointed you were the other night, and how your feelings towards him may have shifted.

"Are you serious, Y/N?" He asks, not sure if youre messing with him.

"Theres a way to find out, Shika." You literally could not filter your thoughts anymore and they continued to stream out of your mouth without any detours.

He stood up, grabbed your hand and pulled you up to face him.

"Remember, you asked for this." He pulls you closer, dips you like before and finally closed the small space between your lips. In the applause from the tea shop, not excluding a peeking Choji and Ino from the doorway, you could focus on nothing but the soft lips on your own, his fingers in your hair, hand on your waist. The blackness behind your eyes was illuminated by fireworks and the butterflies in your stomach could only be described as vicious. This made all those moments before feel like nothing. This was love, and while everyone else knew it before, you really never saw it coming.

[popatochisssp]

So your recent chapter in snips and snails has had me thinking. How would other skellies react if their bro started falling for their SO? Would they all be up for polyamory or would some tell their bro to get over it, or they break up with SO as to push them toward their brother. This information is important for my daydreaming

Anonymous: Heyo! Are you doing hc’s right now? If so, what are your ideas for a polyamorous relationship with sans/so/papyrus? I know you mentioned it with FGTC, but how would the other boys do? Thank you and ilysm!!             

Well, the short version of these questions seems to be– “Can I make it work if I want to smooch both brothers?”

And the answer to that question as far as I’m concerned is yes! Ultimately, all skeles would be down for this kind of relationship!

…But some of them are going to have an easier road than others.

Yes, it’s the ‘fells that are on the Struggle Bus, of course it is, those boys have issues.

Undertale:

They’re a great combo!

They already know each other so well and love/respect one another that looping you into their relationship as a romantic branch is the easiest thing in the world.

They both balance the other out really well, to the point that dating them both might even make for a more harmonious relationship than choosing just one: Papyrus won’t shy away from lecturing Sans when his laziness may be letting you down, and Sans knows how to gently point out when Papyrus might be unintentionally talking over you or pushing too hard at something.

There’s no jealousy between them and you’re all grown, mature adults more than capable of navigating a three-person relationship.

Underswap:

Another great choice!

Much like the classic Sans-Papyrus pair, the Sky-Paps match-up isn’t just functional, it’s hyper-functional.

Their brotherly relationship is strong and they’re great at meeting and handling situations as a team, and you’re no different. Most of your time with them will be spent as a trio rather than duos with an odd man out since that’s what they do anyway– you’re just along for the ride! When one-on-one time does come around, they’ll pass you off to the other without hesitation, no jealousy to be found and just a nuzzle on your cheek and an encouragement to have fun.

Even the usually clingy Sky doesn’t mind giving you and Paps space when you want it since there’s no one he trusts and loves more than his (big) little brother, and Paps might actually feel a little more driven to impress and woo you when he sees the lengths Sky regularly goes to. Maybe he can’t one-up his big brother’s efforts, but it reminds him that you’re special and deserving of the attention and he’ll show you so in his own, more understated way.

They balance each other out in so many ways that it won’t ever feel like you’re trying to juggle them to make things work. As long as you love them, they’ll love you right back and your relationship is practically self-sustaining!

Underfell:

You must not be shy of challenges, because you’ve gotten yourself into some rocky waters with this one.

They’ll both agree to this pretty quickly without much fuss– sharing a datemate with their brother, the only person who always had their back underground and would die for them, and vice versa? Of course, there’s no one they’d rather trust you with than their own brother!

They say that, and for the most part they do mean it, but… there are some very well-buried landmines here and you will find at least one of them in the course of this relationship.

For Jasper, it’s bitterness: here’s yet another thing in his life that he’s giving up for his brother’s sake. It’s not Pyre he resents but the situation and how exceedingly unfair the circumstances of his life have been so far. He lost his childhood to raising and protecting Pyre while he was young, and then he had to play his toady and listen to barked orders and snapped insults so Pyre could maintain a fearsome reputation and neither of them would get too severely messed with. And then now here’s this, a datemate he can’t even keep all to himself because you love his baby brother, too. It stings, but he’ll try to quash it down since he loves you and Pyre too deeply to ever want to cause problems for you.

Meanwhile Pyre is masking his own issues, namely jealous insecurity. He loves Jasper, too, and he deeply respects the sacrifices his big brother made for him Underground both in adolescence and adulthood, but…well, it’s not as if he had it easy! Jasper’s initially low HP meant that no matter how strong a fighter he was, there’d always be somebody who saw him as easy EXP, somebody trying to kill them both because they could– that was why he worked his way up to Captain of the Royal Guard and trained so hard to become an efficient, deadly soldier, so that he could be intimidating enough that most monsters wouldn’t even want to try attacking him or somebody under his command. That’s why he had to distance himself from everyone else, even the brother he was trying to protect, just in case someone tried to take advantage of a social connection. He was completely emotionally isolated for a long time, with a lot weighing on his shoulders: his duties, his brother’s safety, his own safety, and Jasper…

Jasper didn’t have to shoulder any of that once Pyre took responsibility.

Pyre knows, intellectually, that Jasper suffered at least as bad for a long time, but emotionally it hurt and made Pyre a little angry to see him socializing freely with the lowlifes at Grillby’s and sleeping openly at his illegal hot-dog stands. Jasper couldn’t have been totally carefree, no one could be underground, but he had the luxury of being very close to it thanks to Pyre’s status, which Pyre maintained at his own expense. And now, it feels like Jasper is taking advantage of him again, casually charming his way into your good graces and seducing you away from him.

He’s fairly certain he’s going to lose you, actually, since he knows that his older brother is the more personable of the two of them and he hates the waiting, he kinda wants to just end it himself and let Jasper have you…

But, same as Jasper, Pyre loves both of you dearly and he knows that abruptly breaking up with you would hurt you, and that Jasper would figure out why he did it and be even more hurt plus guilty over it, so he bites his tongue.

They’re both going to stew in silence over it and are fully committed to doing so for the rest of your natural lives– you’re going to have to mediate this if you want to have any hope of a healthy relationship.

It won’t be too hard to figure out what’s going on with them individually, they’re both very salty skeletons that can mostly keep quiet about the things bugging them, but there’s a lot of snide and bitter quips muttered under their breath that you’re usually close enough to hear and draw conclusions from. At that point, you need to sit down with them and force a discussion; play whatever hard-ball you must to get them to talk, this is too important to sweep under the rug just because it’s awkward and painful.

They’ll be stilted at first and need a lot of prodding to keep going, embarrassed that their datemate is playing counselor for them, but soon enough they’ll start talking on their own. Yelling on their own. Screaming at each other and breaking shit on their own.

They’ve been repressing a lot of emotions for a long time and now that they’re flowing it’s like a tsunami, one you should probably get out of the splash zone of while they get it all out.

You don’t have to worry about them actually hurting each other, there’s far too much love between them for that and once the anger and bitterness is out there in the open, they realize that, too. There’s gonna be tears and broken sobs and fierce hugging and that’s your cue to get back on in there and take care of your boys– they love each other, they love you, and you love them right back, it doesn’t have to be any more complicated than that.

Once the dust is settled, you’re theirs for life, no take-backs. You came into their home, showed them love and affection, and helped them get their brother back after years of tension and walking on eggshells: if you think they’re ever going to let you go now, you’re dead-wrong.

There’s going to be days when you almost regret emotionally reconciling them because when they’re not bickering over petty nonsense or competing with each other, they are the most terrifyingly efficient team you’ve ever seen. They’ll casually join forces against you whenever it suits them and you don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell. They love and respect you of course, they’d never hurt or take advantage of you, but the combined force of Jasper’s rough charm and Pyre’s slick cunning means that you’re not often going to find yourself ‘winning’ in your relationship.

On the bright side, your romantic life is positively scorching between these two fiery personalities and the loving passion they have for you is more than enough of a balm on any wounds you might take to your pride. ;3

Swapfell:

Deceptively easy.

At first, they’re both very excited and on-board for this. As far as they’re concerned, there’s no one better in the world to share their datemate with than their own brother, someone trustworthy that they love unconditionally and don’t have to worry about losing you to, since they obviously wouldn’t try to steal you from each other.

And that’s true, because if there’s a problem it won’t be something they did, it’ll be what you did. Or maybe more accurately, what you didn’t do.

There’s really only one way to screw this up, but it’s a hard and fast death sentence for the relationship if you start neglecting Rus or playing favorites with Mal instead.

Rus is a needy guy, not too prone to jealousy but very prone to insecurity when the conditions are right, and Mal is one of the hardest (albeit unintentional) hitter of those buttons. His big brother, the one who’s taken care of him his whole life, protected him and sacrificed for him, Rus thinks Mal is a really cool guy. He’s not surprised at all that you want to date him, but he is surprised that you want to date Mal’s living disaster of a brother, too.

If you’re not careful and spend too much time with Mal or side with him all the time or do anything that could indicate you have a significant preference for one brother over the other, Rus is probably gonna jump to some conclusions and now it makes sense to him why you’re not just dating his brother– it’s ‘cause it’s a pity thing…isn’t it?

Mal is the one you really want  but you or Mal or maybe both of you noticed his pathetic interest in you and decided to toss him a bone. To make him feel better. Yaaaay.

His aversion to conflict means that he’s definitely never going to say anything to either of you, ever, but his 'realization’ (whether it’s true or not, almost certainly not) is painful and he won’t be able to help sulking and shying away from your affection for awhile.

That, for Mal, is as good as an actual, physical red flag. He’s sharp and knows his brother well enough to piece together everything that’s happened in Rus’ self-deprecating skull and as far as he’s concerned, there’s only one course of action from here: he’s gonna try to wriggle himself out of the relationship entirely and push you towards Rus.

Mal loves his baby brother fiercely and since he already blames his failings as a pseudo-parent for the anxiety and insecurity he struggles with, the absolute last thing he wants to do is hurt him by taking his datemate away. It’s a no-brainer to remove himself from the situation if he’s distracting you from Rus, but once it’s progressed to this point, there’s no positive outcome for anyone.

Rus is now convinced he’s the pity-boyfriend and feels awful that you don’t get to be with Mal anymore because he couldn’t hide his dumb feelings better. Mal is upset that he can’t be with you, and a little upset with you for not loving his little brother enough to begin with and making this choice necessary. And of course, you’re gonna be hurting, too, because one of your boyfriends thinks he’s your consolation prize and the other isn’t even your boyfriend anymore.

But of course, that’s the Worst Case Scenario.

To make this work, you just need to be fair about sharing your time and affection, which in healthy polyamory, you should probably already be doing! But if for some reason, you can’t do that, skew slightly in Rus’ favor. Mal can be jealous and selfish but he’s more than willing to make room for his brother’s happiness, and he knows that he’s welcome to edge into yours and Rus’ time together if he really wants– Rus has no problems sharing, he just gets a little upset if he thinks he’s the second choice.

If you put in the time and effort to assure Rus that you’re dating him because you care about him, this actually becomes one of the easiest bro-combos possible. Mal and Rus have a less contentious relationship than the other ‘fell brothers and with less buried anger and bitterness between them their bond is already strong and relatively healthy when you enter the mix.

Your integration is like finding the perfect centerpiece to tie an already-stylish room together. Mal plans all the dates and budgets your time between them in the most efficient way possible, while Rus makes sure you and him still get some time to relax and screw around at home. They work very well together as brothers and as your co-boyfriends with about equal importance placed on each role, so you’ll feel nothing but cherished and wanted between the two of them. Make sure to return the favor!

Horrortale:

Yes, a fantastic idea!

They’re both delighted that you asked and agree to share you pretty much immediately, without even a little fuss.

Slate and Papy are arguably the most codependent of the brothers (understandably, considering their shared trauma of the famine) and they’re also probably the most emotionally open with one another as a result, so if a poly relationship seems like it’s becoming a possibility with you, they’re going to get everything talked out and openly agreed upon for a very smooth transition.

It’s actually…kind of an ideal situation for both of them, in a way? Their issues and insecurities are…well, there’s a good deal of them and they’re both a tad concerned that the weight of it might be too much for you alone. They don’t want to overwhelm you or put too much pressure on you just because they’re a little… ‘broken’ is the wrong word for it, but they’re far from undamaged, either!

But with the other brother in the mix, the same one who’s always been there to support his sibling even before you came along, so much of that pressure is taken off.

Slate doesn’t worry that you’re going to suffer from his dissociation and memory problems because he knows Papy is there with his sharp mind and attention to detail to pick up the slack. Likewise, Papy doesn’t worry quite so much on his bad days that you’re secretly unhappy or would be better off without him because Slate is around, who even with a hole in his skull is naturally charming and very skilled at reading people– if you had any complaints, Slate would know and pass them along so they could make you as content as possible!

The end result is that they both relax and don’t psych themselves out quite as much as they might without their brother, and you get to see them as close to their old, pre-horror selves as they can get. Papy is a little more confident and Slate jokes around more and they both treat you like you make the sun rise every morning because you’re the one that loves them both enough to let this relationship be a thing they can have and that’s so cool.

There’s not a drop of jealousy over you from either of them, especially when they can see first-hand that you’re making their brother as happy as you make them, so this is a pretty harmonious and loving match-up, with a lot of potential for success!