#today's been way better but i know he's still not feeling good 😔

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Sorry ur guy is sick :( how is he doing?

Better than yesterday but not great 😔

[fungateshortcakes]

Sleepy birthday morning

It's november 10th, you know what that means- it's my birthday!! Yay! Another year without an oiled up Logan covered in rose petals on my bed as a present😔 so i need to compromise with a short drabble fic.

Pairing: Logan howlett x fem!reader

Wordcount: 794

Warnings: english is not my first language, suggestive themes, implied sex, but other than that just fluff, cuteness and coziness <3

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Sunlight seeped through the curtains of your shared bedroom. It was a quiet, lazy morning in the mansion on a weekend day, so no one was awake at this hour. Except your lover, Logan. His beautiful hazel-green eyes fluttered open, his long eyelashes kissing his cheeks as he woke up.

A soft, sleepy smile crept onto his lips as he watched your relaxed form sleep in his arms. His chest was pressed against your back, one naked muscular arm draped over your waist. Logan softly breathed against your neck, the tip of his nose tickling your nape, but you didn't stir.

His gaze fell to the bedside table and he saw the date- it was your birthday. Ever so softly, his lips slid over your shoulder, his hand coming up to rest on your naked upper arm and smoothing over the soft skin there. His gentle kisses and nibbles slowly brought you back to reality and you woke up in his warm embrace.

You stirred and yawned, stretching your tired limps before turning over to face him, the face you had been waking up to every morning for six years. And you never grew tired of it ever.

He looked so soft and comfortable, so warm and cuddly it made your heart swell. "Mornin, beautiful" he muttered to you in that raspy voice he got every morning after sleep. That voice that made your core throb. "Good morning" you mumbled sleepily and maybe even a bit grumpy from just being woken up.

Logan supported his head by leaning it on his fist, looking down at you with a crooked smile and a slight raised brow. But he didn't say anything, just watched you. You didn't know what his expression meant, so you frowned, but not without a smile. "What?" you giggled softly. Logan sighed, his strong hand rubbing up and down your exposed sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Without a word, he leaned forward to kiss your lips. It was slow and gentle, so loving that it made your heart soar out of your throat. "It's your birthday, pretty girl" he mumbled against the plush curve of your lips before pulling back. You giggled "I know" you whispered, dazed from the fact that you loved this man so much. "Happy birthday, sugar" he grinned back, peppering your face in sweet kisses. Hearing you laugh under his ministrations made his chest feel tight with joy.

He planted the biggest kiss on your lips, removing himself with a loud "mmmmhwua!"

Smiling brightly, you snuggled up into his broad, warm and inviting chest, his pecks soft and squishy under your cheek. "Thank you, baby" you muttered, kissing right over his heart.

"I hope you know that I won't let you leave this bed today" Logan smirked against your hairline, earning a chuckle fron you. "And why is that?" you asked back, knowing where this was going. "Well, I gotta give you my present, don't I?" he purred, pressing your lips together in a tounge-heavy kiss. "What present would that be?" you smiled innocently while chewing on his bottom lip. Logan chuckled. "A few...many rounds of some great birthday sex" he growled softly, that smirk still present on his face as he flipped you over on your back.

You enjoyed the heated kisses, the way his hands hungrily roamed your body, eager to make you feel out of this world. "Every time we have sex it's great" you chuckled breathlessly as his fingers dipped lower. "I have to make my princess feel good every day. But it should be even better on her birthday" he mumbled against your flush skin, still warm from sleep.

You stopped him in his tracks. "I can't wait, though I'd rather cuddle with you right now. But tonight you will have me all to yourself, I promise" you whispered, scratching his sideburns as if he was a cat. At least he purred and leaned into your hand like one.

Logan wasn't someone to ignore your wishes and as long as he could touch and feel and love you in any shape or form, he was happy. "Alright" he muttered and went back to his spot beside you, snuggling into you, kissing and biting you softly, your limbs tangled with his as you cuddled in a sleepy haze until you were called to breakfast from beast.

Even in moments like these, even when he was just kissing you and rubbing his cheek against yours like a needy cat, heating your body with his soft and warm one, you felt so special. Logan made you feel special with the most mundane and simple things. He was everything you ever wanted and everything you ever needed to love your life and yourself.

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Sprry this is so short. I wasn't originally planing on writing this, that's why it isn't so long. Hope you liked it anyways and happy birthay to all who share their birthday with me <333

[latin5mamii]

ALSO

Jude Bellingham X TrentAA Sister ???

Maybe Trent Alexander Arnold is close with his younger sister and he is looking after her whilst she’s sick and then Jude comes over and it’s just a cute day with her brother and boyfriend ???😔😔❤️

Sickie

Genre: AATRENT SISTER X JUDE BELLINGHAM

WARNINGS:None!Just fluff and cozy

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Loved writing this!Please suggest more about jude!

SUMMARY:You're sick and nothing could make you feel better, or at least you thought...

It was one of those days when you felt completely drained. The cold you had been battling for the past few days had finally taken its toll, and you were confined to bed. Your older brother Trent Alexander-Arnold, had taken it upon himself to look after you. Despite his busy schedule, he always made time for you, and today was no exception.

You lay in bed, propped up by pillows, a warm blanket wrapped around you. Trent came in with a tray, carrying a bowl of your favorite soup and a cup of tea.

“How’s my favorite sister doing?” Trent asked with a teasing smile as he set the tray down on your bedside table.

“I’m your only sister,” you replied, managing a weak smile.

“Still my favorite,” he said, ruffling your hair gently. “I’ve got some soup and tea for you. Think you can manage a bit?”

You nodded, grateful for his care. He handed you the bowl, and you sipped the warm broth slowly. Trent sat beside you, keeping you company and chatting about anything and everything to keep your mind off how lousy you felt.

As you were finishing your soup, there was a knock at the door. Trent got up to answer it, and moments later, you heard familiar voices in the hallway. Your boyfriend had come over.

“Hey, sickie,” Jude said softly as he walked into your room, a warm smile on his face.

“Hey! That’s rude,” you protested, trying to muster a playful glare.

Jude chuckled and sat on the edge of your bed. “Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood. How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here,” you admitted, reaching out to take his hand.

Jude squeezed your hand gently, his eyes full of concern. “I brought some of your favorite snacks and a few movies. Thought we could have a cozy day in.”

Trent came back in, holding another tray with snacks and drinks. “Looks like Jude had the same idea,” he said with a grin. “We’re going to make sure you’re properly spoiled today.”

You smiled, feeling incredibly lucky to have both of them looking after you. Jude and Trent worked together to set up a comfortable little nest for you in the living room, with pillows and blankets, and soon the three of you were settled in to watch a movie.

Halfway through the movie, Jude turned to Trent with a mischievous grin. “Hey Trent, did you tell her about the time she almost burned the house down?”

“Jude!” you exclaimed, mortified. “You promised you wouldn’t bring that up!”

Trent laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, it’s too good not to share. So, she decided she was going to bake a cake for Mum’s birthday last year…”

“And I might have misread the recipe a little,” you admitted, your face turning red.

“She set the oven way too high and forgot to set a timer,” Trent continued, laughing. “Next thing we know, there’s smoke pouring out of the kitchen.”

“I was just trying to make something nice!” you protested, though you couldn’t help but laugh at the memory.

Jude grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “It was pretty epic. You should have seen her face when the smoke alarm went off.”

“You two are the worst,” you said, though you were smiling. Despite feeling sick, you couldn’t help but feel better with their playful teasing and loving care.

As the day went on, the three of you watched movies, played board games, and reminisced about other funny moments. Jude and Trent kept the mood light, doing everything they could to make you laugh and keep your spirits up.

By evening, you were feeling a bit better, thanks to the rest and the company of your favorite people. Trent ordered your favorite takeout for dinner, and the three of you ate together, still laughing and joking.

When it was time to settle down for the night, Trent fluffed your pillows and made sure you had everything you needed, while Jude tucked you in and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, both of you,” you said, feeling a lump in your throat. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Anytime, sis,” Trent said, giving you a gentle hug. “Get some rest.”

“And I’ll be right here if you need anything,” Jude added, squeezing your hand.

Just as you were about to close your eyes, Jude leaned over with a mischievous grin. “Hey, remember that time you tried to cook spaghetti and turned the kitchen into a war zone?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Jude, seriously? Why do you always bring that up?”

“Because it was hilarious!” he laughed. “You managed to get sauce on the ceiling!”

“I was experimenting!” you protested, though you couldn’t help but smile.

“Experimenting with a grenade, maybe,” Jude teased.

“Alright, you two, enough,” Trent said, chuckling. “She needs to rest.”

Jude grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead again. “Fine, I’ll stop for now. But I’ll be back tomorrow to remind you of all your other kitchen disasters.”

You playfully swatted at him. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love me,” he shot back with a wink.

You rolled your eyes at him and turned to the wall.As you hear the door close, you can’t help but to feel happy, because you’re surrounded by people who love you, no matter what.

[angeldiarybook]

“𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬“

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐭𝐮,𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞!𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲,𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 “𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲��𝐧𝐠“ 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫,𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟗𝟎𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧/𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 (I would’ve accepted them😔✋🏼)

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐮 ,𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬.𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡

I walked out the lunch room to see Billy and Stu sitting outside at a lunch table

Stu was grinning and laughing at something as billy shook his head as he held back a smile

I smiled as I approached them

“Hey Billy,hey Stu ” I said

Billy turned his head towards me as Stu shot his head straight at me

they both acknowledged me

Billy cleared his throat

“Hey babe” he said giving me a quick peck on my check as I sat next to him

Stu just gave me a quick ‘hey’ as his whole demeanor changed from laughing his ass off to having a blank look on his face

I don’t understand what the dudes problem is he always acts different when I’m around

He gets quiet and just observes which is very not like him since he talks and jokes a lot

Does he not like me? Does he find me annoying?does he not think I’m good for billy?

He’s such an energetic fun person but his vibe just comes down whenever I’m around

Which upsets me because I don’t know what I’ve done to make him dislike me

I try not to think much of it but it’s always been painfully obvious to me that he doesn’t like me for the time me and Billy have been dating

I brush the feeling off as I pull out some paper sheets

“Look what I got.bam!” I said slamming my 3 test scores that all had A’s on them

“Wow impressive I can see you didn’t sleep while taking your test or fail them unlike Stu ” Billy teased but it can be hard to tell when he’s joking when he talks like he’s always shitty

I shoved him which caused him to grin as Stu awkwardly chuckled

“Are you always a jerk?” I asked

Billy shrugged as his hand rested on my thigh

“I wasn’t being a jerk I was just stating that Stu failed the test that you passed” he said as he plopped a grape in his mouth

I rolled my eyes at his Statement

“Thanks buddy” Stu said cheekily and sarcastically

“One day when you get your shit rocked for being rude and weird I’m not going to do anything about it” I told billy as he snorted

*ring*

The bell rang

“You still coming to Stu’s party tomorrow?” Billy asked me

“Yeah most likely I don’t think I’m doing anything tomorrow I just gotta study today” I said

“Alright I’ll see you later” Billy said as he kissed me on the lips

As Billy’s lip were pressed against mine I felt some pair of eyes staring dead at us

I took a glance look to see Stu staring at us

In a strange way I couldn’t explain

As if he loathed me

It felt unsettling…

As I pulled away from the kiss

Billy gave me a quick bye as we he parted ways with Stu

I started walking to my next class

But I couldn’t help but to look back

I stared directly at Stu’s tall figure as I furrowed my brows

*after school*

I stretched in my chair and groaned

Ughh finally damn

I just finished studying

I better pass that damn class

I started zoning out

For some reason Billy’s beautiful features popped up in my mind

I started missing him

Maybe I should surprise him

We haven’t really hung out with each other in a while

He’s always with Stu

Which I don’t mind that’s his best friend and it’s not like I’m a controlling girlfriend who’s going to stop him from seeing his friends

I just miss him

I got up,put my sneakers on,and started making my way towards Billy’s house

I made my way to the front door and was about to knock

But before I could Billy’s dad opened the front door

He gave me a confused face as I looked surprised by his presence

He looks like a wolf to me…

“Oh hi Mr.loomis is Billy home?” I asked

“Yes ___ he’s in his room with Stu” Mr.loomis said as he made his way out the door and allowed me to come in

“Oh okay thanks” I said as he gave me a ‘mhm’ as he walked to his car in his suit

Of course he’s going to work

As he drove off I mumbled ‘bitch’ under my breath

I really don’t like Billy’s dad

He just gives me a strange vibe

I made my way towards Billy’s room

But kept my distance as it sounded like he was arguing with someone

Is he fighting with Stu?

“I just want an explanation” Stu said frustratedly

“What explanation Stu?” Billy asked annoyed

“Why are you so afraid of us being together?” Stu said

What..?

“Who said I’m afraid?” Billy responded

“Am I just not your type?” Stu asked

“What are you on about Stu” Billy asked clearly not happy

“if I was pretty like ___ and a girl like her you would date me wouldn’t you?” Stu said

As Billy groaned

I completely froze

What the hell is going on

“Why is ___ always brought up in these meaningless points you try to make ” Billy stated more then asking

“Why do we have to be kept a secret but you’re able to date ___ publicly” Stu said upset

my eyes widen

“How come you never complained about any of my past girlfriends or me and you being together in secret but now all of a sudden it’s a problem that I’m dating ___?” Billy asked annoyed and mad

“Because it’s obvious you actually like her unlike your past girlfriends…” Stu said

“So you’re jealous of her” Billy stated bluntly

Stu scoffed

“Now you’re just being a dick” Stu said

“I’m not but you clearly feel some type of negative way against my girlfriend simply because I give her the slightest bit of attention it just shows you see her as a ‘threat’ between us” Billy said

“Well how do you think I’m supposed to feel when you’re never honest” Stu said

Billy looked at him confused

“You say you love me but all you care about is using me to get your revenge” Stu said bluntly to Billy

As Billy groaned

“You got to be kidding me.Don’t try to pull that shit don’t act like you’re fucking innocent you don’t even have a motive you’re doing it for the fun and thrill of it.you’re just as bad as me.you gave in so quickly when I asked you if you wanted to join me so don’t fucking act as if I guilt tripped you or gas lit you.you’re not a victim Stu” Billy said really bluntly with a gruff

Stu looked down to his lap like a wounded puppy

“I think I should go” Stu said vividly not happy

Billy sighed

“Don’t” Billy Said with a much calmer voice yet it still felt rough

“Well what’s the point of me staying if we’re just going to argue” Stu said

Before Stu could sit up from Billy’s bed

Billy harshly grabbed Stu’s jaw and started kissing him very roughly as Stu passionately kissed him back

What..the..fuck..

I was finally able to move

My heart beated rapidly

I quickly made my way out the house as sneakily as I could

I was scared for my life that they would hear me

I shut the front door as quietly as I could

I successfully shut it and as soon as the door locked

I sprinted

I ran as fast as I could to my house

I was scared of what Billy might have done if he caught me or found out that I found out he’s cheating on me with Stu

I know how violent Billy can get when he’s upset

Which is something he never hid from me

Who knows what he’s capable of

I had so many questions running through my head

How long have they been a secret for?

Is he too scared to tell me he’s gay?

Does he actually like me or just using me?

What revenge was Stu talking about ?

And What motive?

I’m hurt but I’m more confused then hurt

Well atleast now I know why Stu doesn’t like me

It’s because he’s in a secret relationship with my boyfriend

Or am I just in a public relationship with his boyfriend?

At this point I don’t even fucking know

It’s not like I would judge them I just don’t like being lied to and used

My stomach twisted

As if I was about to barf

His disloyalty and manipulating self made me sick

It’s obvious Stu doesn’t care how I feel or if I get hurt yet I feel bad because he loves Billy enough to be getting used like that

But I know whatever “plan” or “revenge” they have going on Stu is doing that by choice

And it scares the shit out of me

What am I going to do…

Guys imma make a part 2 of reader confronting one of them 👀trust BUT do y’all wanna see a Stu pov of him loathing/envying reader and his toxic secret relationship with Billy?🤨😔 let me know yall

Stu’s just fake asf to us in this fic 🙄

[benispunk]

Who's That Girl?

Chapter 5: We Stay Silent

All jokes aside, Wade had too much stuff to deal with. Keeping up his mask was way too hard.

logan howlett x reader

TW: language, D&W, panic attack, mental health issues.

A/N: chapter five is up!!! this one is directly connected to the previous chapter, it's basically the same chapter but from wade's pov, so please make sure you read Part 4 before reading this one!! Please don't be made at me I love wade so much😔✊

→ this fic is inspired by the TV Show New Girl, Wade and Logan aren't Deadpool and Wolverine (no powers/mutant gene etc) but I did take most of their character traits and storyline!!

Masterlist / Previous Part / Next Part

Wade woke up later than usual, sunlight already creeping through the blinds. His phone buzzed on the nightstand with a few missed notifications, but he didn’t bother checking them right away. He stretched lazily, rubbing his face. The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet. Logan and Y/N had already left for work, probably hours ago. Good. He didn't think he was in the mood for any morning chit-chat for once.

After throwing on his running gear and grabbing a water bottle, Wade slipped out of the apartment and into the cool morning air. He’d hit his usual route— nothing too long today. He wasn’t up for pushing himself too hard.

He never liked running. He always wondered what part of running was actually satisfying for some people. It helped him clear his mind, gave him space to think, or better yet, not think at all. Maybe he had a toxic relationship with running. Maybe it worked like a drug on him. But he knew he would rather run until his legs give out rather than go down the same path he followed years ago. He knew better now.

The streets were familiar, and Wade let his feet carry him through the neighborhood without much thought. His mind wandered, as it often did, from jokes he was working on to what gig he had next to the weird thing Logan had said last night. Everything felt scattered, but that was normal. He was used to living with his thoughts bouncing around like a pinball machine. His mind felt like a computer with thousands of tabs opened.

But then, just as he rounded a corner near the park, Wade froze. Vanessa.

She was standing there, a few meters away, looking just like she used to—like a ghost from a past life. She hadn’t seen him yet, thank god. His heart slammed into his chest, panic rising as he quickly debated turning around and bolting. Too late.

“Wade?”

Her voice caught him mid-step. He turned, awkwardly waving like an idiot.

“Vanessa, hey!” Wade’s voice came out higher than he wanted, and the grin he plastered on his face felt all wrong.

Vanessa smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, looking genuinely happy to see him. “I knew that was you. How’ve you been?”

Wade’s brain scrambled for something, anything to say. How have I been? That was a fucking big question. How do you explain six years of missing someone without falling apart? He ran a hand through his hair, nervously glancing at his shoes.

“Oh, you know… same old, same old.” He tried to laugh it off, but his voice cracked.

She didn’t seem to notice his internal chaos. “It’s been so long, huh? We should catch up sometime, what do you think?”

He wanted to run. Run so fast he could break his legs and never even feel it. Catch up? What does that even mean? How do you catch up with someone you’ve been in love with since forever even after you both decided that being friends would be better, and bla bla bla, why was he thinking about this again?

He did his best at hiding his internal panic and forced himself to stay still, nodding like an idiot.

“Yeah, totally! That would be great.” He was still smiling like a maniac, but inside, every alarm bell was going off. Abort. Abort. Abort.

Vanessa seemed pleased with that answer, though. “Great! I’ll text you.”

“Yeah! See ya around, V,” Wade blurted before turning on his heel and jogging away as fast as he could without looking completely insane. He could feel her eyes on him as he sprinted, and he didn’t stop until he was several blocks away, breathing hard.

“Good job, Wade. You fuckin’ idiot,” he muttered to himself, wiping sweat from his forehead. His chest felt tight, but it wasn’t from the run. It was that familiar pressure building inside him, the one he tried so hard to ignore. The feeling of not being able to handle any of it.

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Wade stood outside Blind Al’s door, debating whether to knock or not. He hadn’t seen her in a while, but she had been a constant in his life during the toughest times. Before Logan. Before everything fell apart.

He knocked, and her voice came through the door, as sharp as ever. “Took you long enough to visit, jackass.”

Wade smiled despite himself, pushing the door open. “Miss me, Al?”

“Not in the slightest,” she quipped. Wade knew she couldn’t see, but the way she was standing in front of him made it look like she was staring right through him, “Something’s going on with you. Spill it.”

Wade plopped down on her couch, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Ran into Vanessa.”

Blind Al didn’t react. She just sat back in her chair. “That so? And you didn’t completely lose your shit?”

Wade snorted. “Define ‘completely.’ I told her we’d catch up, and then I ran away like a coward. Does that count?”

“Yeah, that counts,” Al said, her voice gruff but understanding. “So what now?”

“I don’t know.” Wade rubbed his temples. “She seemed happy, like genuinely happy to see me, and I just… I don’t know what to do with that.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Al said bluntly. “She’s part of your past, and that’s fine. Doesn’t mean you have to dive back into that mess.”

“Yeah, but what if…” Wade trailed off, staring at the ceiling. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking.

“Look, you’ve got your life now. You’ve got Logan, and now this new girl, Y/N, right? Stick to what’s real. Don’t go chasing ghosts.” Al’s voice softened slightly, and Wade felt a pang of gratitude for her, "Or go for it. Just, don’t think about it too much. Let things go their own way." she added.

Easier said than done, but duly noted.

Suddenly, she got up from her chair and walked towards her kitchen. Wade watched her come back with a cup of not-at-all full of alcohol coffee and settle back in her chair.

"So, you didn’t tell me about that new roommate…"

He stayed with her for lunch and then they talked all afternoon. He told her everything she had to know about Y/N, and how Logan was doing, too. But still, he couldn’t shake the thought of what had happened that morning. Vanessa. Al was always right, but the pressure in his chest still hadn’t gone away. It wasn’t just Vanessa. It was everything. 

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By the time Wade got back to the apartment building, the weight in his chest had doubled. He made a turn into an alleyway, the walls suddenly feeling too close. His breath came in shallow gasps, and his hands started to shake.

No no no no no, not now. Not here.

He pressed himself into the corner, knees pulling up to his chest as he tried to get control, but it wasn’t working. He felt like he was drowning, like the air was being sucked out of the alley. Everything was overwhelming.

Breathe, Wade. Just fucking breathe.

He fumbled for his phone and dialed his therapist’s number. He knew she had given him her personal phone number just for emergencies but maybe, maybe this time, it was an emergency. He needed it. Because breathing wasn’t working. After a few agonizing rings, she picked up.

“Wade? What’s going on?”

He could barely get the words out, his voice shaking. “I…I c—can’t »

“Okay, okay,” she said calmly. “You’re going to be fine. You know the drill. Slow your breathing.”

Wade tried, focusing on her voice. After what felt like hours, his breathing steadied, but the tightness in his chest remained.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked and Wade had no idea what to answer. Air was back in his lungs, yes. But that was it.

"I’m losing it. I don’t know what to do." He waited a few seconds for his therapist to answer. When she didn’t, he continued. "I’m lost. I can’t make a choice. I feel like a fuckin’ loser and I don’t know why people are still keeping up with me. And I called you, god, I’m so sorry, I know it’s supposed to be for emergencies only—"

She interrupted him, "Wade, this was an emergency."

Wade shook his head and he watched his free hand for a few seconds, it was shaking like crazy. He didn’t say anything for a while. "Can we have a session soon?"

“Of course, Wade. Can you get to someone, right now? A friend?”

“Logan,” Wade muttered. “I could go see Logan.”

“Good. Do that. You’ve got people, Wade. Lean on them.”

Wade nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “Yeah… yeah, I’ll go see Logan.”

He hung up and dragged himself to his feet, wiping at his face. Get it together, Wade.

———

Logan’s classroom was quiet when Wade arrived, a rare moment of calm at the end of a long day. The coffee shop near the center was still open, so Wade grabbed a box of donuts and two coffees before heading over. Showing up unannounced wasn’t unusual for him—Logan never seemed to mind (he did– Wade chose to ignore it). Besides, the guy could use a donut break anyway.

But as Wade neared the door, that familiar tightness crept back into his chest. Logan’s gonna see right through me. He paused, forcing down the rising anxiety, plastering on his usual grin before pushing the door open.

“Hey, I come bearing gifts. You looked like you could use a sugar rush.”

Logan frowned as soon as he saw him. “You okay?”

I hate him so much.

Wade waved him off, doing his best to sound casual. “Me? Of course! I’m always okay. What’re you talking about?”

Logan didn’t press further, but Wade could feel his friend's eyes lingering on him, studying him like he could sense the tension beneath the surface. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Logan to ask again or not. Wade kept talking, cracking jokes, doing his usual routine, but something in Logan’s steady silence made it harder to maintain.

They sat together, sipping coffee and biting into donuts, the atmosphere light but heavy at the same time. He knew Logan saw through him. He always did. But Logan didn’t push, and for that, Wade was grateful.

As they left the center together, Wade kept the conversation rolling, letting his words spill out faster than usual, a habit he’d sharpened over the years. Keep talking, keep things light, and maybe Logan wouldn’t dig deeper.

“...and I swear, man, if this one guy hadn’t backed off, I would’ve–”

“You sure you’re okay?” Logan’s voice cut through Wade’s ramble, and oh my god, was he using a gentle tone on me?

The question sent a jolt of panic through Wade. He felt the familiar tightening in his chest again, the pressure pushing against the cracks. Not now. Not here.

He immediately forced a laugh, one that felt too loud in his ears, like he wasn’t the one laughing . “Of course! Stop worrying about me, peanut. You’ve got your own crap to deal with. Speaking of which,” Wade added quickly, redirecting the conversation towards something he knew Logan wouldn’t press on, “how’s it going with Y/N, huh? Been hanging out together without me, yet?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but Wade didn’t miss the shift in his expression. He knew Logan had caught the distraction, knew the guy could read him like an open book. But Logan didn’t push, not yet.

“She’s our roommate, Wade,” Logan said.

Wade threw him a wink, keeping up the act. “Sure, sure. Got it.”

Logan let it slide, like Wade knew he would. He always did. Pushing Wade for answers never worked. Logan had learned that a long time ago. He’ll ask again later, Wade thought, the weight of it settling somewhere deep inside him. But for now, at least, Logan let it go.

Wade kept talking, kept deflecting, but even as his voice filled the air, he could feel Logan’s gaze on him, steady, waiting. Logan would be there when the time came, ready to listen. Wade knew that. He always knew that.

But right now? Wade wasn’t ready. Not yet. So he smiled, cracked another joke, and pushed the feeling down a little further.

Maybe later.

XXX

[factual-fantasy]

24 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🐷

I don't think I'm understanding.. I cant turn my FNAF AU designs into full on OCs, (Original Characters) because.. well Freddy Fazbear and the gang are NOT my original characters. I just made my own AU (Alternate Universe) for them and redesigned them.

Unless that's not what you meant..? I'm sorry for misunderstanding you if that's the case <:(

(In response to this post)

I'm keeping it in mind.. I gotta get to the root of the problem and figure out what needs to be replaced. Once I can figure that out I'll probably set one up 🥹🙏🙏

Well imagine if you were in his shoes. You are transported to some kind of unknown world. And absolutely no one arounds you speaks the same language as you.

Sneep has no way of knowing this is a digital plane. He has no idea if the people around him are real or not, he cant remember his name and no one can explain to him why that is. His body looks different, he feels different, no one around him looks to be a human.. just imagine how scary that is. Not having the comfort of things being explained to you in this situation. Not having the comfort of someone telling you "everything will be okay".

Yeah, I'd lose my mind pretty quick too 💀

@ardent-38

XD No worries! And yeah I started playing Warframe for the first time these past few days. Its been fun so far, Mag being my favorite. (She's the only frame I have <XDD)

I have my eyes out for Titania Prime, Trinity Prime, Mag prime and Mirage Prime. I'm thinking Titania might be my new favorite if I can snag one!

This game is fun, but the longer I play it? The more I miss OG Overwatch 😅 I tried playing TF2 again today and it just isn't the same 😔💔

@chromchill

I am new, but my favorite frame so far is Mag, because she's the only one I have <XDD

But I've got my eyes out for Titania Prime.. and judging by her abilities, she might just become my new favorite 👀👀

@chickenmilk120

What I really would like is just more interactions and comments with my artwork <:( I get bummed when I put a lot of effort into something only to get 3 comments in the end...

I have not <:(( but I've heard many good things about those games! :00

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD That's all very kind of you to say! :}}

And as for Cici and Gerald, you can find their origin comic here! :00

@lordvonbunnyv

Yes please 🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏

@quillsinkwell

Awe! :DD Thank you! They did have a certain charm to them didn't they? :}}

They would have been much better off drawing that mattress character I swear XDD

@neo-metalscottic (Referencing this post)

Hello! So far my tablet is still alive. Although I'm looking into getting my laptop checked out and maybe replacing somethings... 😔

And it was fun to draw Bibi again! I should really draw the fam more often <XD

Not sure what resolutions they'd have.. but one of mine is to be cured of this condition. Or at least get to a point where I can actually function normally again. There's a lot of things planned for 2025 and if I don't get better soon? I'm gonna miss out on all of it. 💔

Yeah, my head just used to be a normal scribble. But now its become a full on blob hasn't it? <XD

There's 2 reasons for this. 1 being that I have been battling some very limiting health conditions for about 8 months now. So drawing my sona all goopy and sickly is to represent how I've felt through this trial 🥲🥲

But the second reason isn't so bad. That being that its just fun to draw my sona like that XD

@bored-animator

Indeed I have! Deltarune too! Just search up "undertale or "deltarune" in my blogs search bar and you're sure to find a lot of it! :))

Thank you so much!! :DD And sure! Send me any game recommendations you'd like! :}}}

@ramiel-hourglass

Thank you so much! :DD But no need to go to the dumpster! <:(( I'll make you something to eat instead, yeah? :)

I use FireAlpaca. And I used to use the pencil brush for line art and the pen for coloring. But lately I've been using the little pixel brush for sketching and line art :00

(This thingy 👇)

I saw it, and I don't really know how to feel about the blue shelled Koopa.. it feels kinda weird to see a Mario kart item brought to life suddenly 😅

I gotta think of stuff to do wither her... 😓😓

First thing that came to mind was Roxanne from FNAF: Security Breach <XDD

@howaboutsomeketchul

Idk how they would celebrate Christmas, since they might not have a good way to gauge the passage of time..

Just search "team fortress 2" in my blogs search bar and you're sure to find most of it! :)

While I see what you're cooking, I don't think my Caine would create a Momigoo NPC for the fast food adventure <:/

The thing that upsets Gummigoo isn't just that his mom isn't real necessarily, its that his memories of her aren't real too. He remembers all these experiences with this person but the memories aren't real...

And the whole reason why Caine let the brothers stay was because he hoped it would help Pomni adjust to the circus. Just like Bella did for Gangle. Bringing up NPCs or things from the Gators adventure could upset or confuse them so Caine wouldn't want to risk it. <:(

@wolfie-777

Merry Christmas and a Happy new year! :DD Sorry for the late reply <XD

@cartoon-fan

Oh I get a lot stolen from those other fandoms too. Octonauts has just been the most frustrating. Constant tracings, theft, copycats, disrespect, its was nuts.

I don't think I'll post Octonauts again anytime soon. I've just had enough of the constant pushing of my boundaries and the boat loads of all kinds of theft.

[milchig-de]

What's mine is yours; only ours

Pairing: Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader (as Traveller)

Warnings: None!

Summary: You give the Wanderer, formerly Scaramouche a name. It's yours!

Notes: Aw man i have such big feelings about my name, it really meant a lot to me to give Wanderer his name. I gave him mine and it just... I know he's just a guy in a game but idk. it really touched me i guess. i wrote this when the main quest for this just came out but i only now found it again, polished it and gave it an acceptable ending. also i have like. no idea how to insert y/n without it being like. sorta bad so forgive me 😔

"You want to share your name with me? Huh. Not a bad choice."

You smile at him. His heart picked up speed. How was it, Scaramouche? wondered, that you could make him feel such odd things so suddenly?

"Are you sure about your choice?"

"Yes, I think this will fit."

This name, your name, will fit him?

There had been many unpleasant encounters between you and him, and now that he had his memories again, he could truly grasp the severity of those encounters and the current situation. The entire time you've known who he was, what he was. And even though he was your enemy, someone you must have hated, the person who tried to kill you, you still found it in yourself to help him.

When you saw him that time at the bazaar, you could have easily walked away, just pretending it never happened; after all, you were the only one who knew about it. Even with the fable Nahida had stored away, she wouldn't have been able to uncover who he was. He didn't even remember himself.

You could have left him in idiotic unawareness, you could have left him to simply live his life in an agonizing lie. Yet you chose to. present the truth to him and Nahida.

You had certainly earned his utmost respect.

And even now you were still willing to go to lengths for him that would have not been necessary. Offering a part of yourself up to him? After all he had done? Amazing. Not only that, now you were telling him it was a name befitting of him; a name you yourself had carved into the shape it is today, and to now bestow it onto him... He felt quite honored. Perhaps you also wanted him to be like you, to grow into a better person of himself. Or maybe it was an incentive to push himself harder, so he could make something of himself. The future was his to choose, and he'd make sure he made the right choice this time.

He wasn't very good at expressing himself yet, so he hoped all of these emotions shone through his words in a way you could understand.

Your eyes twinkled in understanding. Perhaps you had known his thoughts all along. Maybe one day, the Wanderer would also come to understand your thoughts on this decision.

For now though, only one thing was left to do for him.

"I accept it."

And with this, yours and [Y/N]'s path separated; though you're sure you'd be seeing each other again very soon.

[cupidspup]

It’s late and I’m bored so enjoy this agere fic I made teehee

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CG! BEN drowned x Little! Reader

(All art is not mine and credit goes to their original artists!)

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CW: Aged up Ben, pet regressor little, feminine little w/ feminine nicknames (this one is heavily indulgent I’m sorry guys 😔✌️), pet regression gear (pet bed, cage, chew toys, ect), alternative paternal nicknames (ex: baba), petre nicknames (puppy and kitty ones are used interchangeably!), a small amount of abandonment feels and loneliness but it’s okay because there’s lots of comfort!!

Summary: You and Ben are having parallel play time but suddenly your abandonment issues and anxiety start to sink in and it starts to make you feel sad and lonely. Luckily Ben is there to make it all better for you! (Self indulgent alert!!)

A/N: I was too lazy to figure out a way to fit in that the setting is Ben’s room in slendermansion into this fic thing so here’s how I’m letting y’all know and I hope that’s okay ८,,◐⩊◐,,ა

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You and Ben are always together, quality time is a huge thing between the two of you and everyone knows that. Wherever he goes you go and wherever you go he goes and you guys love it that way! It’s your version of perfect and you couldn’t ask for more! It even sends butterflies into your tummy when people ask where “your other half is” when one of you is missing from your usual pair. It’s domestic to you in a way and for people to immediately pair you two together in your eyes is something that you find particularly special. Now, you both following each other around isn’t necessarily a codependency thing but it’s just you both genuinely love being around each other!

If there’s a party you both are huddled in a corner either talking or playing games on your phone. When you’re home you’re always cuddled up to him while he’s busy doing his own thing. Most people would think that he’s too inattentive to be a good caregiver but not were they so far from the truth. Ben had actually never had a little until he met you. Much less a little who was also a pet at that. It took a lot of practice and communication but once he got into his own groove for it it’s been nothing but perfect. And ever since he first started caring for you he’s only gotten better by the day.

One of your favorite things to do with Ben is snuggle by him while he plays his video games. It’s something so small and unconventional but it brings you both a lot of joy. He has his gaming set up on a desk in his room. Everything is decorated just the way he likes. But he’s your baba and he loves to spoil you so of course right under his desk he’s has a perfectly pretty pink puppy bed for you complete with your favorite plushies and your favorite blankie. He even went ahead and put some small fairy lights so you wouldn’t be scared of the dark.

So while Ben plays away at his video games every now and then he’ll reach a loving hand down to ruffle your hair and caress your cheek softly. And of course you nuzzle yourself into his hand each and every time, cuddling up to his legs.

And of course today was no different than any other day.

You’ve been cuddled under his desk for about an hour now and Ben has been playing his games for a little longer than that. Initially, you went to your little crawl space to be closer to him and have some more of his attention but it hasn’t worked out quite yet. Ben still hasn’t realized that you want more attention than the occasional head pat!! Isn’t that clear enough already?? So if course as any pet would, you decide to get his attention in the best way you know how.

Pouting while being cute.

You rest your head onto his leg, smushing your cheek right up against it with a little whine. No response. You whine just a tad louder and nuzzle your head with a little more pressure. Nothin. One more louder whine with a little pout rewards you with a loving hand petting your cheeks and the most loving voice from him while he plays. “What’s up little pup?” He says as he softly caresses your face.

As soon as he says it, you feel it in your chest right in your heart. That twinge of pain and hurt is suddenly unlocked. It’s the normal pain you feel but it’s so much stronger when you’re so little and deep in your headspace.

You feel lonely. You feel abandoned somehow, even though he’s been right there this whole time! You know it’s irrational and it makes you feel crazy honestly. It’s hard to cope with it enough as is but while you’re like this? It’s a recipe for a meltdown on its own.

He’s still playing his game but you can tell he’s catching on.

“What’s going on kitty? You okay?”

You nod your head and try to pull back a little from him.

You’re being too much you don’t want to be a bother. This is too much for him it’s all too much. He’s going to leave and he’s going to leave you because you’re leaning on him too much. You have to do this on your own, you’re able to do this on your own why make him do this? He’s always playing and this is why, he needs an escape. An escape from you, you’re going to end up alone and it’ll be your fault.

The thoughts are coming in and they’re coming in fast. They’re bad and they’re overwhelming it feels like you’re suffocating from them alone. You want to cling onto him but it’s scary. He’s already so busy and you don’t want to be a bother more than you already have been.

The sound of Ben’s game being completed is what breaks you out of your own ruminating. He takes a second to stretch before pushing himself away from his desk and out of his seat. This pulls at your heartstrings, it hurts you to your core in the worst way. You curl up under the desk into your blanket, it’s the only thing that can comfort you right now.

It’s what you think at first at least.

At first, it looks like Ben was going to leave the room but once he was out of his chair, nice and stretched he comes down and sits on the floor with you. Chair and game aside he’s on your level with you.

“Baby, what’s up with you? I’m right here you can tell me anything, you know that.” He says with a comforting tone. When he looks at you it’s not judgmental or annoyed. Nothing of the sort at all. It’s calm and patient. The complete opposite of what you thought he would have been.

“Kitten are you having bad thoughts again?” He says as he inches closer. “It’s okay if you are don’t worry. You know your baba cares about you. I’d never be upset at you for that.” You pause and refuse to look into his eyes, you can’t seem to meet them even though he says it’s okay. You nod at him, confirming his suspicion. Curling into yourself further you hold your blanket closer for comfort. Ben sits for a bit to think before joining you under the desk, right in your crawl space. “Well I know there’s not a whole lot I can do to make your thoughts stop-but I know I can do a lot about how you feel about them. I’m not going anywhere at all, puppy. I promise you that, as a matter of fact I’ll stay here in your puppy space for as long as you want me to.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you in for a cuddle, which you silently accept. You nuzzle into him and the fabric of his hoodie wipes the tears that were forming in your eyes. He gives you a soft kiss on the top of your head and gently rubs your back. “That’s it pup, just relax for me.” You let out all the air you were holding in and snuggle up to him more. And it’s just like that. The two of you snuggled under his desk in your little crawl space.

It’s a nice comfort but very unfamiliar. Ben doesn’t really come down here since it’s YOUR space. You lift your head to look at him only to find him looking at the things you have under the desk with you.

He dusts off the scattered pacis you have, tidies up your various tethers and chew toys, and even organizes your various stuffed friends.

“You’ve got a nice setup, kitten. I can’t believe you had all this going on right under me.” He looks at you and his pointed ears wiggle just a tad. It makes you smile a little bit, it’s a thing he does sometimes without even realizing it most of the time. It’s something that happens really when he’s spending his time with you. He smiles and picks up one of the plushies you have under there with you. A gift from him of course. “Awe you got that thing I got you here. What’s this guy’s name again?? Rico?? Luka???”

You giggle and scrunch your face at him a little.

“Nu uh! Rilakkuma!!” You say in response as he picks up your other plushie.

“Oh yeah and his friend Corey” he says as he puts them together.

You laugh and shake your head no as you point to the plushie, “Nooo that’s Korilakkuma! You’re being silly!!” Ben pretends to be shocked at both the name and at your accusations.

“Gasp that is not TRUE! I am being sooo serious right now how could you kitten? I thought we were FRIENDS!” He says with a playful tone as he cuddles the bears together. “I’m gonna go cuddle with my REAL FRIENDS Rico and Corey now that I’ve been WOUNDED by my kitty.” His ears droop for dramatic effect. This of course makes you giggle even more. “Babaaaaa! Noooo!” He cuddles them close and starts talking to them, “Cmon guys they obviously don’t know what they’re talking about.” This throws you into a laughing fit and it completely shifts your mood. Ben is always the best at helping with that. He’s not a big fan of being like this in front of others but when it’s just you two? You get a side of him that no one else sees and it’s your perfect dynamic, hust the way you want it. He’s a doting caregiver through and through.

Ben being the self-appointed internet god he is, of course he knows these characters and their real names! You’ve talked about them before and he sees them all the time! He just loves to tease you and make you laugh. ♡

He hands you one of your beloved bears back (Korilakkuma) and keeps the other. Making his gives your a big hug. “See my bear is hugging yours because they love each other and I love you too, kitten. ♡ you’re always going to be mine and I’ll always take care of you. Leaving you would be just as upsetting to me as it would be to you-I’d never do a thing like that to you cutie. I promise”

You give him a big hug and bury yourself into his neck a little. And he hugs you right back because he’s secretly just as much of a cuddle bug as you are. “I love you puppy”

“I love you too baba”

“Wanna sit on my lap and watch while I do my stuff? We can do something else if you’d prefer that” he asks with a little smile. You’d nod and you leave your arms out to him. He gets up and lifts you up into his arms and take a seat with you. You settle into your rightfully taken throne (Ben’s lap) and lean against his chest. He drapes a loving and protective arm around you and uses the other to turn his pc back on. With a kiss on your head, a plushie in your arms and your little gear on stand by it’s the perfect setup.

You point at the can of monster on his desk and make a lil noise.

He moves the can away from you, “Nope. Sorry baby, little puppies like you can’t have any of that.” He leans down and opens his creeper mini fridge (yes he has one) and takes out a juice box for you instead. “I can however, give you this instead. That sound good?”

You nod and take the juice box, sipping happily as you watch Ben play his games. It’s a lovely routine you two have and you couldn’t ask for more.

Just like that, everything is back to perfect and you wind up spending your day with him like you usually do. Curled up in his lap like a good kitty and spending time with him like usual.♡

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A/N: WOof this took FOREVER and I initially planned on posting sneak leaks but I never was able to like write enough for that but I’ve been up since 5 am and I’ve been writing and it’s honestly come together so nicely and so much better than I thought it would?? I dunno if it’s obvious but this is so incredibly self indulgent it’s not even funny lol I hope you guys liked it nonetheless! I have so much more planned (especially with Ben and Toby as caregivers) and I can’t wait to share that with you! Love you guys!

-Puppy 🐶ིྀ🐾♡₊ ⊹

[bonny-kookoo]

Can we have a Drabble of take care Jk just being exhausted and having a little anxiety so he goes to YN to find some relief moment by just seeing her ?

🌼

I’m at work and I’m annoyed 😔

I'll provide some comfort until you're free from work 💜

Sometimes, things can get way too much. And today, he just feels like what he needs is to see at least some proof that he's not a total failure at his job.

There's been a mix up in two patients- nothing bad, but he should've checked twice. The name alert sticker was there, but somehow, he's been so stressed that he really overlooked it.

He barely caught the mistake before disaster.

But one look into your room tells him that his plan was a good one- because you're currently in your bed, but sat up, a small micro puzzle on the bedside table that you're still working on. He's brought a few of them in yesterday to both occupy you, and see how you work them out.

"Hey." He greets you, your tail happily wagging as you watch him walk closer, before he drags a small chair closer to your bed to look at your progress. "Do you like them?" He asks, and you nod.

"...I couldn't.. I had to put them back though." You admit, and he's thoroughly relieved to hear you speak a lot better than yesterday. He'd been a bit worried that you stayed quiet for so long- but you seemingly only needed a bit more time than usual to recover.

He notices quickly how strategic you go at the puzzle- having finished the outside border before you begin to finish it. It's a very interesting sight, and it just shows that there's so many deeper layers to you that just have been undiscovered until now.

"Which one's did you finish?" He wonders, and you show him three little boxes that have clearly been opened. "Already? You're fast, I gotta get you more difficult one's." He laughs, and you smile along, feeding off the praise.

But then your tail falls limp again, as you look at the table a bit more sadly.

"I'll.. Jimin said I'll get discharged on Friday." You say. "Do you.. know where I'll go?" You ask, and he feels his heart clench.

He doesn't know.

Currently, there's no clear plan since it's still two days away, but there's been talks with a nearby carecenter who would take you in for now, and have you set up for individual housing with a caregiver. But for now, you've got nowhere to go.

And he himself still hasn't made a definitive decision, paperwork unsigned back home. He really wishes he could give you a clear answer, but he can't- not yet.

"Dont worry about that." He instead tells you, hand on your head for a second before he stands up.

Leaving you behind, even though he really doesn't want to.

[pbforeva]

after this i’ll probably switch to updating every other day 😔

but enjoyyyy

part 9!

**TW: DV**

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Evelyn's pov:

No, she's wrong. Blake isn't abusive. He would never do that to me, he loves me. She just doesn't get it, I mean many people don't. I pick myself up from the bench I was sitting on and attempt to wipe a few tears. I start my walk back to my apartment with Blake, when I realize I don't have my phone.

It's ok, I don't need my phone, currently, I just need Blake. Oh shoot, I still haven't texted him. Well, I guess seeing me is better than a text. Soon I arrive at my door and I slowly open it.

"Blake," I call throughout the apartment with tears streaming down my face.

"Evelyn? Where the fuck were you?" He asks in an angered tone.

"I'm sorry, I lost my phone," I choke out, as my tears increase.

"Yeah, well were you cheating on me?" He asks, while slamming his hand next to my face.

"No-no I would never, you know-" I try to say, but suddenly I'm cut off by Blake punching me in the side of my face. I feel blood start to spread throughout my mouth.

"You know, I don't believe you," he yells out before he pushes me to the ground.

"I TOLD YOU TO TEXT ME," he shouts as he gets on top of me and starts hitting me all over. My mind is spinning and my hearing is fading, the only consistent thing is the hits raining down on me.

Blake's pov:

She deserves this. All I asked was for her to text me, was that really so difficult? After I didn't get a text by ten p.m., I went over to Aurora's dorm to see if she was there. I knocked, and I knocked a few more times before I threw my hands up in frustration because no one answered. She was definitely cheating me.

Rage has over taken me and I can barely control my own actions. I continue to yell at her, hitting her anywhere I can think to.

After about ten minutes, my rage begins to subsides, and I stop hitting her. I get up off the floor and make my way to the kitchen, I grab a rag, wet it a bit, and start to clean off my bloodied knuckles. I hate when she makes me do this to her. She knows I don't like to hurt her, why can't she just be a good girlfriend?

I walk back out to the living room and look at my Evelyn. Wow, I don't think I've ever hit her this hard, especially near her face. Whatever, this isn't my problem to deal with. She'll wake up in the morning and clean herself up, along with the blood splattered floor.

I probably won't come back for a day or two. She looks horribly ugly right now and I don't want to see that. She is so incredibly sad all the time as well, I'll come back when she is a bit more pleasant looking. Why would I stick around right now when I could be with hotter girls? Evelyn is my safety net, no matter how many girls I get with, I won't ever let her get away.

Paige's pov:

Today has been a tough day. Aurora went to the beach, alone, and turned off her phone because she needs a little bit to collect herself. Although I can't blame her, it would be nice to have someone to talk to about Evelyn's predicament.

I can't talk to KK about this because this would be a big burden on her. She loves to fix things because she's a bit uncomfortable when around serious situations, and I don't want to put my stress on her.

Aubrey is out of the question because she would suggest we would go tell the authorities. We don't even have evidence, and Evelyn denying it wouldn't help our case. She just doesn't get everything.

I guess I could tell Azzi. She always understands, knows how to comfort me, and keep it respectful. I guess I'll go talk to Azzi about it. No way I'm getting up though, my bed is way comfier than hers.

AZZI BOO

Hey, can you come to my room?

Yeah, what's up?

I have to talk to you about

something

Yeah, I'll be right there

After about five minutes, a confused Azzi stumbles into my room. She comes to sit on the bed with me, noticing the stressed out look in my eyes.

"What did you want to talk about?" Azzi questions me gently.

"It's about Evelyn," I say while looking down. Looking up, I continue, "I think she's being abused by her boyfriend," I finish with my voice breaking. I watch as Azzi's face twists with a mix of emotions, fear and dismay being the most prevalent.

"What? How? Wait where is she?" She says, the words almost running out of her mouth.

"I'm not exactly sure, she left about twenty minutes ago," I reply.

"Well how do you know?" She questions me further.

"Well, at the party, I was just watching everyone, not really feeling the dancing. I eventually saw Aubrey and Evelyn dancing together and having good time, but then Evelyn's shirt came up and her whole stomach was covered in bruises. Also, at the end of the night, I ended changing her and I noticed four small, circular bruises around one of her wrists." I utter as the weight of it all comes down on my shoulders, realizing how dire the situation is.

"Oh gosh," Azzi said, seeming to be at a loss for words. Finding the strength to talk again, she says, "We should go find her and make sure she's safe."

I agree and quickly wipe the tears from my eyes before we go. Wait, I don't know where she lives. Although, she did leave her phone here.

I grab her phone and open it, I'm surprised there isn't a password, but it's helping me so, whatever. I go to her google maps and tap on the location that's labeled 'home'.

Azzi and I begin the walk to her apartment. The walk is short, and we continue to talk about Evelyns situation. Eventually we arrive, and it's been about forty minutes since she left. That much couldn't have happened, right?

The door is cracked open by a bloodied rag. Oh gosh, what happened? Azzi and I make eye contact, knowing this isn't a good sign. I push the door open and walk a few steps into the kitchen. I start scanning the apartment for any sign of Evelyn, and I stop on the living room floor, where I see a bloodied Evelyn, laying in a pool of blood.

Oh gosh, why did I let her leave? That was stupid, this is all my fault. I call out to Azzi, telling her to come here, as I run over to Evelyn. Tears prick in my eyes as I notice the extent of her injuries. Her nose seems to be broken, along with a few ribs, the Uconn hoodie she went home in now across the room. I attempt to check her breathing, when my heart stops for a second.

"AZZI," I yell out, "She's barely breathing! Call someone," I scream with tears streaming down my face. I hear Azzi calling 911 as I begin to pray over Evelyn's unconscious body.

—

I decided to make this chapter a cliff hanger because @ollieslesbo said she loves them so much 🤗

[the-kr8tor]

oof. alright.... how about hobie spending his first chinese new years with his asian girlfriend? 🍙

Thank you for requesting! (I uploaded this earlier bc i might accidentally forget lol) I hope I wrote this okay since I haven't been to a chinese new year celebration in a while 😔 ly 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Asian! Fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x Asian! Fem! Reader.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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Hobie helps you lay the blanket on the rooftop, the wind whips at your cool cheeks, the repurposed blanket is thick in your hands. Finally settling the blanket on the ground, you smile triumphantly as Hobie who's still in his suit, chuckles at your pleased face.

Just below the rooftop, down on the lively streets, you hear the familiar drum beats, the laughter and chatter of the celebrating crowd and the smell of traditional food that brings back memories. The dragon dancers roam around, clad in red and gold, they expertly dance to the beat. You chose the higher location knowing that he just came from patrol and would most likely go back to it after the celebrations.

You've planned everything, from the best optimal position to place the blanket for a better view of the fireworks to the best food from your culture that you already know Hobie would love. You just hope everything goes well, you're properly nervous, wanting it to be perfect for Him since this is his first Chinese new year.

Hobie, the sweetheart that he is, senses your slight distress. He comes around the cloth, careful to not step on it with his boots; closing the distance, you smile at him, knowing that he's about to comfort you.

“You're very frowny today, heard that's not good.” well, comfort you in his own way, you suppose. He takes off his gloves before holding your cold cheeks, the skin on skin contact almost makes you melt. “What's got you pouty? Did you forget somethin’? I can swing by and get it?”

You take his hands off your face, lacing them together with your own. “I just want it to be a great experience for you.” Your voice small, eyes avoiding his.

“You’re here, it's already great.” He winks, knowing how it would affect you.

You feel like there's fireworks exploding under your skin. “You're an ass.” Words full of fondness, beaming at him with the light of a hundred suns.

“The best arse though, right?”

“You barely have one.” Now he's the one pouting. You squeeze his hands before letting go. “Come on before the food gets cold.”

Sitting down, you take tupperware upon tupperwares of food from the thermal bag. Hearing cloth shuffle, you feel Hobie put his chin atop your shoulder.

“Need help?”

“No, thank you though.” You move your head to look at his excited face. “Just sit there and look pretty for me.”

“That's your job, love.” He wiggles his chin, making you giggle. Wrapping his arms around you, he watches intently as you open each tupperware, the aroma making his stomach grumble. “Fuckin’ hell that smells good.”

Hobie tries to get a spring roll but you stop him with a small slap to his hand. “Hands! I don't know whose face you rearranged today.” You rub the back of his hand as an apology. “There's wet wipes in my bag.”

“Fair enough.”

After laying all the utensils, your hands are icy against his warm ones whilst you teach him how to properly hold chopsticks. Hobie has his tongue poking out from his lips, face scrunched up in concentration.

Guiding his shaking hands as you both slowly raise the dumpling clutched precariously in his chopstick. He triumphantly takes a huge bite of the savory food, raising his arms, chewing and eyes filled with glee.

“You did it!” Cheering, you dodge the chopsticks in his hand as he leans forward to hug you.

“It's so good, holy shit!” He says with his mouth full, arms around your middle. “You made this?” You nod shyly, “You’re fuckin' ace, lovie!”

“Thank you,” rubbing his back, feeling the roughness of his leather vest, you crane your neck to press a quick kiss on his temple; making sure your appreciation translates through it. “You have to try the tikoy!” You excitedly say as you take a generous piece just for him.

Before you two know it, the food is completely devoured, nothing left but a few stray vegetables and the mess left on the blanket.

Hobie lays down, vest discarded somewhere, full and content. He rubs his stomach, humming a tune.

“You look like a very happy cat right now.” You say above him, hands on your hips, beaming down at him. “You're even purring.”

“I don't have an arse and now I'm a bloody cat.” He opens one eye to sass you. “What's next then?”

“My pillow,” you flop down, landing on top of him, especially careful of his full stomach.

He lets out an ‘oof’ and then a deep chuckle. “I don't mind this one” you snuggle to his chest, nosing on the spandex of his suit.

His hands embrace you completely, fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes over your shirt. Humming, you shut your eyes.

Feeling featherlight kisses on your forehead, you wake up to fireworks bursting above you. You gasp, enamored by the lights. He laughs as you ooh and awe, eyes flicking between you and the heavens. But he finds you more beautiful than the pyrotechnics.

He nudges you, you squeal when he brings out a couple of paper lanterns for you to light.

“How– where did you get those?”

“Swung below before we ate.” He shrugs as you look at him like he's the fireworks above, all heart eyes and full of endearment. “Bloke gave me a discount too.”

You chuckle, scooting closer to him. “Hmm, I wonder why?” Poking his side, you scratch his spandex clad stomach.

He laughs above the booming fireworks. “The suit helped I guess.”

You can't help it anymore so you lean to his side, resting your head on his shoulder, peppering his skin just above his jaw with sticky kisses.

“Thank you,” you say against his skin, not minding the stubble. “I love them, let's make a wish then.”

“No need to thank me. I should be thanking you.” The colorful fireworks lights up his face, reds, blues, greens and yellows dancing on his skin like heavenly light.

“Let's just say we're both thankful.” The fireworks reflect on your sparkling eyes.

Hobie nuzzles the top of your head briefly to satiate his need to kiss you. Bringing out a lighter, he lights each one before carefully handing your paper lantern to your waiting hands.

You close your eyes briefly, making your wish while Hobie copies you wordlessly.

You peek at him, “at the same time?”

“Always.”

Letting go of your lanterns, Hobie's and yours fly together, swirling around each other. He faces you, cupping your cheeks, ghosting his lips atop yours. You smile softly, hands gentle on the back of his neck.

“Happy new year, love.”

[cxvii666]

TENNN I’m doing ur thingy congrats!! <3!!

Name: Haley

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Guilty pleasure fanfic trope: ngl.. slow burn friends to lovers or like FWB catching feelings

Preferred fandom: bnha (but I just started JJK so lowkey Wtv u want)

Favorite first date idea: art museums and/ or some type of live music

Favorite album: hard ass question but I gotta say Szas SOS

Screen time: 9hrs (yikes)

Live life status: 😔

“your perfect match is...”

... HITOSHI SHINSOU

“moments stolen taste better”

wc: 510

"oh will you hurry up, i swear to god, if we miss the first set-"

"you're the one who spent like 15 minutes reapplying that lip stuff thats gonna fucking wipe off once you eat or drink literally anything-"

you and hitoshi were, i wouldn't say running, maybe speed walking, through the city. for some reason there were loads of people out tonight, probably not going to the same venue as you, but still in the same direction. it was still early. not early in the day, it was maybe around 8pm, but early in the sense that the night was still young. there were overpriced drinks to down, songs to scream, places to go, people to see.

you guys had just left the station after he'd shown up to your place about an hour ago now, tired of waiting for you to call when you were ready 'just gimme another five minutes i swear'. you don't know why he's complaining now when he'd been sitting on your bed controlling the music on your speakers with your phone in one hand, and playing some stupid mobile game on his phone with the other hand. denki had put him on and it had taken up all his attention and he had seemed perfectly content to let you spend an extra 20 minutes or so fixing your appearance.

you lead the way elbows out determined not to miss the start of the show. hitoshi however, seemed to think it'd be super fucking funny to decide that today was the day he wasn't gonna speed off ahead of you with his long ass legs and instead tag behind walking at the literal slowest pace possible.

and yeah maybe you'd spent a little extra time getting ready, but you wanted to look good and that gave him no excuse to be pissy, not when you were the one who had paid for the tickets and invited him out , re spent 20 minutes on the phone that day begging him to leave the comfort of his room and come out with you tonight as your friend had cancelled last minute. he had complained, he had to, a small "no im tired" and a "ugh why are you even asking me, you don't have other friends or what?" but hitoshi was sweet on you so of course, he said yes.

and right now, he was doing his best to rile you up, maybe he had a thing for angry girls idk, and it was working.

"please, dont piss me off rn," you say as he slows down at the crossing for the third time. "there's not even any cars on the road."

"what you don't care about pedestrian safety not very-"

you actually can't take his snarky little attitude anymore, and you grab his bicep and drag him along behind you. he's in shock for a moment like he was surprised you snapped so early on into the night, before snickering and giving into the weight of your arm pulling him through the crowded streets.

HIIIIII!!! i hope you liked this one!!! @twoplayergaymers i think ur really cool and GUYS SHE WRITES REALL GOOD TOO so i hope you like ur pairing 😝

if you wanna be matched next my inbox is OPENNNNN

[jackactuallywrites]

Drunk and Disorderly

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x you

Rating: Mild, no smut or gore

Warnings: Mostly chill, Ghost does yell a bit— although you do have to exercise 😔

Summary: You’re working on breach (as in doors not babies) exercises and Ghost is overseeing yet again (sus)

Notes: I know I haven’t updated in forever but in my defence I wasn’t feeling it. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2343

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You were starting to think that Ghost might be following you.

Of course, this might have been fuelled in part by your deep desire for the man’s attention; after all, there were a dozen reasons that a Lieutenant would be overseeing another training exercise, none of which had to do with you, but you liked to believe otherwise.

“If you spend the whole time mooning over him, I’ll put you in a headlock again.” Katy didn’t seem to feel at all the same about Ghost’s presence, her square jaw set in defiance as she sized up the men around her, always ready to prove how worthy she was of her place in the forces. Elle pulled a face at Katy, “Sourpuss. Let the woman dream.” Elle looked at the large, nondescript grey building, “I mean, there’s all sorts of nooks and crannies in these practice buildings, plenty of places for you two to sneak off to and shag.” A soldier nearby turned around, his brow raised questioningly, and you elbowed Elle in the ribs, “Queen of subtlety, you are! Just shout it from the barracks, why don’t you?” She hummed, “You know what, that’s a good idea!” As she opened her mouth to shout, you elbowed her in the ribs again, and she grinned, squirming away from you, “Well then, don’t tell me to!”

Katy snapped her fingers, “My God, is that all you two think about?” She tapped her fingers on her thighs excitedly as she walked, “We’re practising breaches. You can fuck a soldier any day. But you don’t get to play around with explosives every day.” You paused, “I- What? Babe, you’re literally part of the bomb squad.” Katy rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I get to drive around a little robot all day. They don’t let me blow shit up for fun. Except for today. And I’m not letting you two dickheads ruin it for me.” Elle pouted, but the two of you acquiesced, quieting as you walked along behind Katy, a pair of troublesome chicks behind the mother hen.

It was as though you were back in secondary school, the way the three of you clung together in the desperate hope that you’d be able to stick together as a group, and luckily for you, you did. Better yet, the commanding officer assigned three more women to your little group, two of whom you’d met before, the third a new face. Elle seemed to have sized up the other women as potential suitors, though by the slightly morose look on her face, you assumed her self-described ‘gaydar’ wasn’t giving her the results she wanted. Katy had clocked another ammunition technician and was already deep in conversation about the intricacies of ordnance and munitions, and Elle had swiftly gotten over the lack of romance and was happily chatting away with the other two, leaving you to scan the crowd, looking for Ghost.

It wasn’t hard to find him; his mask made for quite a distinctive look, though he was turned away from you, his hands wrapped around the straps of his tactical vest, busy talking with the officers around him. Though Elle gave you a subtle look out the corner of her eye, she knew enough not to make any mention of your quiet crush on Ghost in front of the other soldiers, allowing you to pine for the man silently.

You hadn’t seen him since your night out at the club, but the memory was still pristine in your mind: the way the two of you had danced, the jumper you still had bundled up underneath your bed, as well as the one under your pillow, the way he’d brushed his hand against your cheek so intimately. There was something between the two of you, no doubt about it, but as to what it was, you had no idea. It was no secret that there were fairly strict rules about fraternisation between ranks, even if they weren’t always followed, and Ghost had toed the professional line carefully; he’d danced with you and showed some tenderness in the way he asked after your injury, and brushed your cheek, yet the same could be said for Katy or Elle, and you hadn’t any plans on shagging either of them. What you wanted was confirmation, a solid sign of what Ghost’s intentions were, but unless you outright asked the man, you weren’t likely to get an answer.

Unfortunately for you, Ghost seemed to be able to sense your not-so-subtle staring at him, his head slightly turning, his eyes flicking from soldier to soldier until they finally landed on you. Even from a distance, his gaze seemed to pin you in place, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, and what was wrong with you? You were a soldier and a damned good one at that, and here you were, weak at the knees because some man was looking at you. He hadn’t even so much as kissed you, but even still, he was ever-present in the back of your mind, a forbidden fantasy to get you to sleep at night and to keep you going through boring tasks during the day.

Ghost was the one to break eye contact first, turning back to the officers and sending them out to start off the event, leaving you pining after him, wishing for him to look back at you. Once again, you caught the daydream in its tracks, forcing yourself to focus on the officers as they talked about the exact machinations of the task at hand, describing how you would be breaching the door and entering one after the other, making sure to check your corners. You could see in Katy’s posture, the way she was bouncing on her tiptoes, that she was desperate to start, the last word barely out of the instructor's mouth before she was pulling your little group forward to be the first into the house.

How it had gone so atrociously wrong, you weren’t entirely sure. Katy had placed the door breaches perfectly, and once they’d gone off, Elle had led the way into the house, kicking the door open with a well-placed boot, and the four of you had been ready to charge into the room to clear it when the door had been kicked back into Elle’s face, and that moment had knocked the front of your train of people off balance, though the momentum was still going forward, so you’d ended up as a dogpile on the dusty concrete floor, the soldiers playing the enemy surrounding you easily.

Naturally, you all thought it was hilarious. After all, you’d all practically flattened Elle, and she’d made a hamster-pitched squeak as she was pinned under three bodies, and it had been quite the effort to wriggle out from the tangle of limbs, feet stepped on, elbows accidentally colliding with faces as you struggled to your feet.

On any other day, that would have been it: a laugh and then a friendly correction by the officers before you tried again, but this was not one of those days. Ghost was at the head of the group of ‘enemy’ soldiers, his eyes expressing that of thunderous rage as he glared down at your small group. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen such anger, the amusement in your little group dying instantly, huddling closer together to weather the shitstorm that you all knew was about to rain down on your heads.

Elle was the first to receive his wrath, his gloved finger pointed at her as he delivered his judgment, his voice starting level yet raising in intensity as he went on, “That was absolutely fucking appalling. Corners. The first thing we teach you is corners, and you don’t check your fucking corner? What the fuck are you playing at?” Katy, having been the second after Elle, spoke in her defence, “Sir, with all due respect, this was my mistake-“ Ghost jabbed his finger at her, “Did I ask your opinion? She fucked up, you fucked up, you two absolutely cocked it up. Not a single one of you would have survived. Because of,” he pointed at Elle and Kate, “your idiocy, you would have gotten all of your squad mates killed. And you think this is funny?” Ghost or not, you weren’t about to let your girls take the blame, “Sir, it’s not just on them.” His eyes snapped to you like a hawk, and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the fury his gaze held, his eyes dark, “Not a fucking word.”

You could feel that flaming attraction beginning to falter slightly; you could excuse the mask, the reputation, and the being from Manchester, but not even god herself could slate your girls and get off scot-free. Your jaw clenched as you stared at Ghost defiantly, a battle of wills being fought silently in your locked gaze.

Impossibly, Ghost looked away first. Ghost, man of few words and numbered kills, averted his gaze. He sighed, tucking his thumbs behind the straps of his armoured vest, “Listen. You’re under my protection. Even the slightest fuck up means you could get killed out there.” His eyes found yours again, “I can’t abide anything happening to you. So I will be hard on you because I can’t allow failure. Alright?” Katy glanced back at you, her brows furrowed, but she didn’t question what she’d picked up on, turning back to Ghost and nodding, “Aye, sir.” The rest of your group of girls added their agreements, and Ghost pointed at the door, spinning his finger, “Let’s go again.”

You weren’t sure that you’d ever been run through so aggressively. Every single soldier had to take a turn at each role, breaching a different room in the building until you were sure the layout was imprinted in every one of your heads, and Ghost shouting ‘corners, left, right, sweep’ would be the lullaby to get you all to sleep at night. Elle didn’t even have the energy to make any snarky comments about Ghost riding you all, sitting down in the shower as you sat on the floor outside of it. “Babe.” You groaned in response to her, “I know, I know. He’s a fucking psycho.” Kate snorted from the bedroom, “One day. One day of hard work, and you two are whinging this much?” You picked yourself up from the floor, pulling the towel from around your hair and setting it back on the radiator to dry as you walked back into the main room, flopping down onto your bed, “You’re telling me you do this every day?” Kate shrugged, “If I wanted to sit on my ass, I would have worked in an office.” “This wasn’t extreme to you?”

A sharp rap at the door broke your conversation, and you sighed, “I’ll get it. You get Elle. I think she’s fallen asleep in the shower again.” “Fine.”

Out of everything, you hadn’t been expecting to find Ghost on the other side of the door. You stepped out, quickly pulling the door closed behind you, thankful that you were in your cargo trousers, a vest top, and a bra rather than your usual pyjamas, consisting of a threadbare T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts. “Lieutenant. Can I help you?” Ghost’s eyes darkened as he looked down at you, gesturing with his head, “Get your kit on. Let’s go.” You looked at him questioningly, and he reiterated, “Let’s go. Now.” Exhausted as you were, it was impossible for you to deny the intrigue that Ghost was providing you with, so you did as you were told, giving him a quick nod as you stepped back into the room, pulling the door to behind you.

Kate was wrestling a somewhat uncooperative Elle into bed, wrapping the duvet tightly around her as she grumbled. Kate looked over at you as you pulled on your shirt. “Plans?” “I- no. Exercise.” Kate nodded, “Uh-huh. Lieutenant?” Your silence was enough of an answer for her, and she rolled her eyes, “He touches you, and I take his balls. Superior or not.” “Love you too. In a bit.”

Ghost hadn’t revealed to you exactly why he’d come to you, but you weren’t about to ask, content to walk alongside him in silence through the base, your mind slowly turning things over as you swept your hair up into a bun. Would this be the transition from friendship to something more? From the stiffness in his back, it didn’t seem that way, but you were an optimist. It was only when you took the same road back to the large grey block building that you realised where he was taking you, seeing a few soldiers milling around the entrance. You turned back to look at Ghost, your eyebrows drawn together, “Dude. No.” “Did I ask?” You huffed, folding your arms over your chest, “No way. That building is all I see when I close my eyes—that and you shouting.” “That’s an order, soldier.” You groaned, “Ghost.” He placed his hand on your shoulder, his voice soft, his eyes pleading, “Please.”

It was strange to see a man like that beg, and you could feel your resolve beginning to crumble until you let out another irritated groan, “Fine! Fine. But you get three runs, and that’s it.” “Five.” “Three was the bargain!” Ghost grumbled, tilting his head from side to side as he stretched his neck muscles, “Four.” “My God. You’re a huge pain in the ass. You know that?” “I’ve been told. Four.” You’d gotten away with talking him down from the two dozen runs you knew he really wanted, so you gave in, “Fine! Four.” He gestured for you to walk over to the building with a jerk of his head, and you obeyed, feeling Ghost walk along behind you. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice, “Five?” “No.” “Six it is.” “Ghost!” He reached out to grab your shoulder, pushing you playfully, “An even ten should round us out nicely.” “Dickhead.”

[kattythingz]

YJ x FMA Pt. 4

Yeah. Another one.

I am so sorry Solaris 😔 You'll have my love again when Jinx is done betaing your shitty first draft. No, I swear!! Really!!!

Anyway some of y'all might've missed it in the tags of pt.1, so I'm putting it here again just in case, but edling are about 21-22 in this au! Three years-ish post-canon of my magnum opus, Ed keeps his alchemy, blah blah usual crossover indulgences.

🧡 Pt. 1 💛 Pt. 2 🤍 Pt. 3 🩵

They’d admittedly lost track of time following that previous conversational note.

Robin had been bursting with questions since Ed confirmed Kaldur’s theory about his powers—alchemy, Ed stressed, a science, though Robin called bogus—and Ed was really no help with how receptive he was to each follow-up. Ling was a pretty chatty guy too by nature, but he’d gone comparably silent listening to his fiance talk, watching his face the entire time and laughing when his hands flailed like the sight would disappear from him if he strayed.

If Robin were immature, he would’ve feigned gagging at that. As it was, though, everyone understood Ling’s feelings. And they were all pretty curious too.

So, you know… It was kind of too late when Robin finally remembered.

“OH, CRAP!”

Mt. Justice was clear in sight now, so his abrupt exclamation startled the team and Ed. Superboy, who’d been suspiciously silent and brooding in his corner, turned to raise an eyebrow at him.

“What?” he said, which still sounded a little like a demand, but that was okay. He’d gotten much better as of late at measuring his tone. This was improvement. 

That unfortunately did nothing for their current dilemma.

“What do you mean ‘what?’” Robin said, totally calmly, thank you very much. “Aren’t we forgetting something major here, guys? Something giant and looming, maybe?!”

It took them all a second.

“Oh,” Ling said, then, way too cheerily, Robin was punching him, “oh! That’s right! Your—”

Megan gasped. “Oh my gosh. I completely forgot—!”

“BATMAN!” Wally cried like it was already his funeral—which it admittedly was. “Ohhhh, crap. Crap! We are so dead, guys—”

“What? Why are you dead?” Ed interrupted. His brow had been steadily furrowing since Robin’s initial panic, and he looked properly annoyed now. He directed the look at Ling, scowling. “Ling, what are they on about?”

“Batman, dude!” Wally reiterated. “He’s only our fricking boss and the scariest Leaguer to have glaring you down!” Ed raised an eyebrow, not getting it, and Wally groaned. “This was supposed to be a recon mission. Only a recon mission. And we completely ditched that to rescue you instead!”

Wally hadn’t meant it like that, but Ling still frowned. “This isn’t Ed’s fault. It was my purpose to begin with. If it’ll spare you the grief—”

“No,” Kaldur interrupted, dragging the focus to him. He sat up straighter. “I am the leader, and I approved this diversion myself. I could’ve controlled Ling, but I made the active decision not to. If this is anyone’s fault, it is mine. I will explain to Batman.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

It was Ed’s sharp interjection that shot first, taking them all aback.

“You couldn’t have stopped this idiot if you’d knocked him out and tossed him in a ditch without his sword,” he continued, and Ling nodded vehemently. “I couldn’t stop him on a good day, forget one of you guys.”

“That’s great and all,” Artemis said darkly, “but Batman won’t take that excuse so easily. Especially after our last mission…”

Robin grimaced at the reminder of Doctor Fate. He hadn’t been part of that mission himself, but, from what he’d heard, things hadn’t gone so smoothly. Wally had taken an unnecessary risk putting on the helmet, and Bruce—Batman was furious. For good reason, considering what that helmet did, and it had nearly gotten his best friend…

But, still.

Today hadn’t just been an unnecessary risk. It was a loud one. Those scientists were sure to bolster their efforts now, knowing the Young Justice were on their tails. This might’ve painted a greater target on Ed and Ling’s backs too.

Batman had every right to scold them for this.

Robin’s stomach twisted, and he swallowed.

The group was silent as Ship brought them inside. Ed didn’t voice his reactions like before as the path lights sparked in tandem to frame the hangar ahead.

Kaldur led them out with his back straight after landing.

Ed couldn’t quite muffle his noise that time as he disembarked last with Ling. He tossed a quick “thank you” to Ship, who beeped in affirmative delight, and ogled around the vast space with an echoing awe.

“This place is huge,” Ed gasped from the edge of the landing dock. His eyes drew high and low but ultimately lingered on the underwater entrance of the place. “What is this, exactly? There’s a generator and a pool…”

“This is the hangar,” Megan said, livening up a little at the opportunity to brag about her current home. Then, remembering last-second, “Oh, that’s a space where we park aircrafts and stuff. I guess you really don’t have that back in your world, huh?”

“Nope. What’s with the pool, then?”

“That’s for submarines. Those are—”

“Oh, you’ve got those here?” Ed’s eyes lit with understanding when he turned to her floating next to him. Catching her “manners” at that, Megan made a small noise and lowered to her feet. She was still laughably taller than Ed like this, and, oh, wow, now that Robin noticed it—

“Holy crap, wait,” Wally suddenly snickered next to Robin too, much worse at masking his amusement. “Dude, now that I’m looking at you—”

He cut off on a high yelp before Ed’s glare even reached him.

Ling pulled back his slanted hand from where he’d subtly jabbed Wally, striding over to Ed with a grin. “It is a fascinating space, isn’t it?”

Ed narrowed his eyes between the two of them before letting it go with a huff. “Yeah. I thought for a second that they might’ve developed air travel instead of ocean, like a parallel balance kind of thing… but I guess not.”

Ling started him down the stairs, and it didn’t escape Robin’s notice that Ed was leaning slightly into Ling’s side as he descended. Ling, for his part, didn’t say a word on that and kept a hand hovered low over Ed’s back. 

So it wasn’t an injury, Robin mused as the rest of the team followed downward. Ling had made a pretty big deal earlier of checking Ed’s burn from the inhibitor collar under his turtleneck, and he’d completely ignored the team was watching when he wiped his fiance’s scratches tenderly before Ed had seen fit to remind him with a violent blush.

A bad leg, maybe? Or…

Megan took over leading them around the place again, slipping easily into the comfort of playing tour guide. When they reached the mission room, she quieted some, anxious as the rest of them.

The room was thankfully empty for now. Though, Robin would’ve preferred if they’d just rip off the Bandaid now. He hated the slithering feel of trepidation under his skin.

“And this… is the mission room,” Megan said with less pizzazz. “This is where Batman gives us our missions, and where we do our training with Black Canary! Although, I don’t see any of them here yet…”

“Yeah, thank god,” Wally muttered. “Give us a second to brace ourselves.”

Robin snorted. “You mean the thought of having your soul judged live doesn’t fill you with excitement? Fake, dude.”

“Says you, you little jerk. If anything, won’t you be scolded the wor—?”

“So, what was that about a training room?” Ed’s loud voice cut him off, though Robin couldn’t figure why he cared to keep things light. Batman was going to be disappointed one way or another. There was no avoiding that. “Seems a little barren for one, don’t you think?”

“Do you really have room to speak, darling?” Ling chuckled. “You were trained in a backyard, weren’t you?”

“A backyard?” Artemis said, and someone—Superboy, probably—snorted loudly in the back. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am!” Ling said. “Though, I’m leaving out the part where it was sometimes a butcher shop too.”

“Yeah, and you’re too scared to step foot in either of those places,” Ed shot back, crossing his arms. “Which reminds me. I contacted Teacher while you were gone—”

“Pardon?”

Several eyebrows shot up at Ling’s honest-to-god squeak.

Ed’s grin stretched slow and vicious. “Well, I needed help understanding the unknown transmutation circle that you touched. You know, considering it was an instantaneous reaction. And I had to be careful.”

Three strikes in one. Ouch.

Ling winced, recoiling slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “R-Right. Of course. And… what did she say, by any chance?”

“Oh, nothing! She just asked me to give you a little something.”

Nobody saw it coming when, in a split second, Ed shot out to grab Ling’s arm.

Ling didn’t even cry out before he was tossed completely over Ed’s shoulder. He met the ground with a belated yelp, then another when Ed stuck a boot on his chest and tightened his hold ruthlessly.

Robin cringed along with everyone else at the brutal angle.

“OW! Okay, okay, okay, I plead! Ed, I’m sorry—!”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING BE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW SCARED SHITLESS I WAS BECAUSE OF YOUR STUNT?! I spent an entire week figuring out that damn circle! And then I had to come after your stupid ass myself, because of course you didn’t even have Mei around to supervise! Just what the hell were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?!”

“I already told you I wasn’t! Have mercy on me for once, you know I won’t do it again—!”

“DAMN RIGHT YOU WON’T! If you ever—!”

“What is the meaning of all this ruckus?”

A reverberating metallic voice from above interrupted the team’s badly muffled amusement, and Ling’s misery.

Ed looked up with them scowling, an irritated question on his tongue, “Who—?”

Megan exclaimed over him, darting forward, ���AHHH, that’s Red Tornado! He’s our supervisor around here. Hi, Red Tornado!”

Red Tornado lowered from the center of the ceiling, and if androids could raise an eyebrow, then Robin was pretty sure his had disappeared far past his hairline. He paused on Ed to obviously scan him, and Ed didn’t even twitch under the scrutiny, holding steady on poor Ling.

“You are not a resident of this mountain,” Red Tornado said. 

“Yeah, no shi—”

“But you carry the same energy as Ling Yao, and you are here with the team.” Ed’s mouth snapped shut, annoyed and put off by the very-much-an-android stopping before him. “Am I to assume you arrived with them the same way from their mission?”

“You are exactly right, Red Tornado,” Kaldur spoke up hastily, deflecting the attention to himself for now. “In fact, we were hoping to report our findings to Batman as soon as possible, so we may swap information. Do you know where he—?”

“I’m right here, Aqualad.”

Robin tensed at his mentor’s voice. He wasn’t shocked enough to spin to him like the rest of the team, but he did take a quick breath before facing him.

“I guess I don’t need to ask how it went,” Batman rumbled, emerging from the shadows of the next hallway over. “Considering what I’m looking at right now.”

Ed squared his shoulders in the corner of Robin’s vision, releasing Ling notably gently and—in a feat of audacity Robin had never witnessed in anyone before—scrutinized Batman right back.

He stopped dead at Batman’s eye, neither speaking first.

The atmosphere stretched distinctly like ozone, discomforting everyone as they stood still in place of anxious shuffling.

Finally, something breached the surface.

“Well, I don’t need to ask who you are,” Ed said blandly.

Batman’s frown didn’t twitch, but Robin had a feeling that wasn’t the best first impression Ed could’ve made on him. “I can’t say the same for you, unfortunately. Are you from Ling’s world?”

“Obviously. Are you the boss around here?”

“Obviously,” Batman returned, and stood taller, then. “How did you get here with the team? Who are you?”

“I came through a satanic circle.” Wally didn’t quite muffle his choked noise at the deadpan tone. Ed continued, “Shouldn’t you check on your troublemakers first before interrogating me like this? Seems like the greater priority right now.”

The words struck something in all of them, Robin thought—but himself most. He couldn’t stop his gaze from darting to meet Batman’s—no, Bruce’s, in time.

His heart skipped a beat long after the glance-over passed.

“The team knows how to handle themselves,” Batman’s voice returned to douse the mood. “It’s not surprising that they came back okay. It’s what they’ve been trained for. You’re the only hanging question currently.”

It was so messed up that Robin’s chest warmed at the indirect praise. A quick glance at his friends told him they shared his mixed feelings.

“You’ll really be disappointed, then,” Ed snorted. “Not much to me that I can answer. I got here through a circle, I broke myself out of the jail your team just so happened to be scouting, and I found my idiot fiance with them. I basically forced them to bring me along at that point.”

“That is so not what happened,” Wally whispered low in Robin’s ear, echoing the thought he hadn’t voiced. “What the hell is he—?”

“The team discovered you were being held captive and, due to your connection to Ling, deviated from the mission to rescue you.” Batman’s accurate conclusion overrode the conversation again. 

He didn’t… sound overly disappointed, Robin didn’t think. Not moreso than usual. He wasn’t surprised, at least. 

That was usually a good thing, in Robin’s experience. But still, this entire atmosphere was weirding him out. What was Ed doing?

He got his answer when Ed’s voice went steely, saying, “Actually, I was already planning on breaking out myself. It was lucky timing that they decided to help me, otherwise that fancy lab would’ve been rubble after I was done giving those scientists a piece of my mind. You should thank them, really.”

Robin’s eyes widened, understanding dawning on him at last.

He turned to Ling, who’d manifested as silently as ever at his and Wally’s side, and he’d already been looking at Robin.

Ling’s lips curled at a corner and he shrugged. Smiling: That’s how it is.

Bafflement struck everyone’s faces that’d peeked over.

This was actually happening, then. Ed was actually protecting them from Batman’s ire. Lifting the brunt of the judgment from their shoulders onto his own.

Forget audacious. This guy was outright crazy!

Robin’s startled grin at the realization threatened to break his mask before he put it away swiftly.

It nearly surfaced anyway when it looked like Batman was considering the defense.

He must’ve had a million demands in his mind; paranoia, however cruel at times, had served him, and Robin, and several other superheroes, extremely well. Paranoia was the reason Gotham was still deemed safe enough to live in. It was Bruce’s best kindness to their city, sometimes, and to the team whenever survival was up in the air. It meant he cared about the outcome and the consequences, especially on their team.

As it was, though, the only question he repeated was, “Who are you?”

There was no doubt he was an emperor’s partner when Ed lifted his chin with an imperial hum and said, “Edward Elric. I hope you don’t mind I’ll be staying here a while.”

Batman gave a vague affirmative that might’ve been amused elsewhere in a manor. “You’ll have to be thoroughly interrogated.”

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t plan on doing that.”

The spell broke seamlessly with those snorted out words, somehow, and Ling pulled a face as he stepped forward first. “Your idea of a compliment is still so skewed,” he said exasperatedly. “Would it kill you to accept passivity for once?”

“Maybe when I’m dead,” Ed humphed. He turned back to Batman. “So, we interrogating or what?”

Bruce’s lips quirked.

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[nburkhardt]

Having those sad thoughts, now putting it on the boy 😔

It’s moments like this that makes him want the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

Everyone is gathered today for the first time in a while, he doesn’t even remember the last time he even saw some of them. He’s been working so often and still lives in Hawkins, unlike most of the group now.

It’s good, things are good. He’s pretty happy or well, okay. He’s good though, pretty content even. Life is fine.

It’s just, standing here having only needed a few minutes to get them caught up in his daily life.

(Wake up, get dressed, eat, and go to work. Come home, relax, maybe call Robin or Eddie. Feed himself and repeat.)

Everyone else? Robin? Nancy? Hell, even Dustin? It’s been an hour and Dustin and Claudia won’t stop talking about how good school is going and they’re waiting on the letters for colleges! “Can you believe that Steve?!”

Nancy’s well on her way up some journalism company, can’t wait to get her own spot in the newspaper! There’s some course Robin’s in the middle of that’s been keeping her up at all hours. Oh and didn’t you hear? Jonathan’s thinking of moving back to California for photography!

“- and today, El got accepted as a volunteer at the new animal shelter! It’s such wonderful news, don’t you think Steve?”

He forced a smile and nodded, about to open his mouth when Joyce patted his arm with a “oh! Karen’s here, hold that thought I’ll be right back!” Before walking away and he gets to drop the smile.

Wishing he could just leave the party but he’s Robin’s ride and she’s definitely having fun catching up with everyone. He’s already said his piece to those he asked.

“eh, life’s pretty good. Been just saving up to get an apartment with Robs. Ya know?” And “I haven’t thought about it much, college just didn’t- seem right? I’m just focusing on work right now”

He can’t even take an hour talking about himself now. It’s over and out within minutes. None of the here adults really want to hear him go on a rant about basketball and he can go on forever about his car, but no one wants that information. Robin and him talk about those daily, even if she doesn’t understand half of it.

So, he’d really like for everyone to stop asking things or bringing up accomplishments of others, “I’m just so proud of my boy, my little genius!”

“Will’s painting is really taking off! Jonathan’s photography skills is so much better now, look see!”

It’s really getting to him and he wants to leave. Doesn’t feel like anyone is even listening when he does get to talk about himself, which is dumb because he loves these people.

The thing is, he just feels stuck. Feels like a has been, like he was this once amazing toy that got thrown outside and forgotten. He hates this, hates that his life isn’t anything to talk about, hates feeling like he’s doing nothing with his life.

How is he goddamn twenty-one years old and feel like nothing about him is good enough to talk about?

Robin reminds him daily that his brain is being dumb, that he’ll figure things out soon. It’s just not the right now for him, that he’s only twenty-one and there’s so many more years ahead of him. It’ll hit even eventually, that to stop comparing people.

He knows that, really he does.

It’s just, a lot. Okay?

Ending it there before I ramble myself into a rabbit hole.

Welp I had thoughts and now I’m feeling a bit better but goddamn I’m seriously feeling it. There’s no tears or anything but even with music blasting in my ears + my edible hitting, my brain won’t shut up about how I’m twenty seven and stuck.

How I’m still working a retail job, holding myself back from getting the GED I need to even apply to a cosmetology school. And that whenever anyone asks me for an update all I can say is ‘well I just bought this cool new funko!’ Or ‘nah I’m just taking walks and nope, still haven’t changed my mind about kids’ and sure, yeah we shouldn’t compare ourselves to others because that’s just shitty thinking but I can’t help it 🥲

I’m stuck and even when I do start talking hobbies or thinks I like, everyone just doesn’t care? Or well they do but they don’t understand and sometimes judge me on what I do.

Idk I’m just feeling things and venting using my fave person. Just venting and getting this out.

Also I’m sure I’m not alone in this feeling. So if you also feel this, I’m sorry 💜 our time will come!!

[gracefullou]

I’ve been thinking about this and looking at peoples reactions on the setlist and the biggest problem to me is not 1D songs but the fact that there’s THREE 1D songs and like genuinely if I went to the festival and I saw him then afterwards I’d left with a feeling of “he doesn’t have enough solo songs”& “he’s still stuck on 1D” when it’s not true and we as the fans know that but the gp doesn’t.

Also I do understand him putting the songs that the gp knows and blah blah blah but well the gp knows jho (or at least some people) so he could’ve sang it instead of another 1D song or a cover which no one knows anyway. But overall I think Louis is stubborn and he won’t listen to us (esp since we’re such a small group of people lol) buuuut I’m really glad to see that the fans are saying very loud that they want more solo songs on the setlist because Louis deserves to know that his solo songs >1D songs and that people love them more so I hope he sees all the complains lmao

Hi, anon. I agree with everything you said. No matter the angle you see it from, it's not looking good. At first, i was disappointed solely for the fact that all these covers are taking up the place that fitf songs should've had. Simply bc i believe in its potential, i believe that every fitf song is so much better than any one direction song. I believe that no cover (one direction or not) is the key to win people over, but fitf is. Not in i'm a solo louie only his solo songs are good kind of way but bc it's the truth. Everytime the transition between a fitf song and a one direction one happens, i feel the dip in the quality. It's frankly striking. Fitf is my favorite album ever but also, i always make all my family and friends listen to Louis' music (usually not in an obvious fangirl way) and never has anyone said that this song is bad or that they didn't like it. On the contrary, most are now casual fans/ listeners and get excited along with me when a new release of his aporoaches. I also know what i felt/ thought when i heard fitf for the first time and that's why i have no doubt in my mind that an artist could not ask for a better representation. Fitf is EVERYTHING. I just wish Louis believed that too 😔. Anyway, the more that i think about it, the more obvious it becomes that Louis is waisting a lot of potential with his setlist choices. First of all, it doesn't send the message of a solo artist that is confident in his work. It can frankly paint him as the ambitionless loser from a dead band who can't move on from the break that the media (and some of his so called fans) try so hard to make people perceive him as. When in reality, he's been up to SO much since the pandemic. People respect ambition, they respect hunger for success and validation so why put yourself in a position where you can seem to not care enough? Larries and ot5s are horrible we know that (see how they're celebrating fucking seven of all things and then they have the audacity to claim that they love him and it's the toxic solos who don't respect his previous work 😬) but i can't help but feel that somewhere, sometimes Louis is responsable as well. Fans take cues from their "idols" and Louis is not helping with the three covers. I don't even know what he's trying to achieve with it 😭. Bc he does sing an awful lot of covers even at the tour shows when he knows the crowd is mainly his fans. Like the directioners that do show up now will show up even if he reduces the number of covers to one (and everyone will be happy then ☺️). He also needs to stop thinking too highly of 1D and assuming everyone is a fan. A lot of people are not. A lot of people don't even know their songs. It's been nine years, people move on. Today was the first time that i was left feeling a bit underwhelmed and not on a high after his set. It's one thing to sneak 4 covers on a regular tour set (it used to be less rip 💔) it's a whole other thing to fill it with those and leave your own beautiful songs off in a tight set like he has on those festivals and he needs to understand the difference ASAP. And it's not that he doesn't have "popular" songs under his belt. Back to you, just hold on, miss you are more than enough familiarity for any audience. Also, as much as he cares about "popularity" when it comes to 1D songs, he doesn't seem to care for the same for his own. Hello always you has over 100M streams on Spotify with no promo or playlisting and it's not even a single. Hoth, Chicago, angels fly, bigger than me are the most popular fitf songs after waoyf but they're nowhere to see on the setlist 😃. Instead of wdbhg why not reward fans with a favorite? Megamix is a clear fan favorite. Or defenceless as a nod to the fans' dedication and effort in 2020 for example? Or maybe he does reward them... With one dead songs 😭😭😭