#uh no...he's so anxious that I think having MORE people on his ass about everything is only gonna make him more anxious

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Do you think Harry and Nick had a relationship or just hooked up?

Yep!

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MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - touchy touchy

modern ceo au! thinking about how miguel touches you so often around the office that a random guy decides to do something about it

You and Miguel don’t share a workplace. He’d end up being your boss anyway, and as much as you love spending time with him, it’s not good to have a partner that also gives you your paycheck. (Plus, distance can equal longing.)

Miguel constantly insist that you stay at home, and that he’d provide you with everything you could ask for but... feminism???( /j ) You have your own job conveniently down the street from Miguel’s office; it’s more of a hobby than it really is a job, but it gets you money.

The whole building knows you as “Miguel’s Wife”; you visit often. Sometimes your visits are a surprise, others it’s when you have nothing to do so you just hang by Miguel all day. You’re blessed with free food from the cafeteria, plus the gym. It’s fun to watch Miguel work out. 

Though, today was... funny.

Whenever Miguel thinks you guys are alone, he’s touchy. However, to Miguel, “alone” is just being in a room with less than 6 people in it. So, needless to say, his employees have seen things. 

You’re just so pretty, so cute to him, he can’t help but just worm his way over to you whenever in sight. 

Things along the lines of kisses, waist grabbing, thigh grabbing, hugs, back hugs, and even ass-slapping are a common sight to see when you’re around the office. Miguel truly, genuinely believes that he’s being sly, but that’s probably because everyone’s too scared/nice to say anything about it. Perks of being a CEO.

No one really tells the new recruits about it though, it’s just a you-see-it-and-get-used-to-it type of thing. 

So imagine your surprise when someone in the office pulls you aside one day and asks if Miguel is sexually assaulting you. 

Miguel’s been lingering his hands all over you today in particular, boldly sliding his big hand down towards your ass. You elbow him a little when he gets too close though, especially around a few people. 

“¿Por favor, querida?“ He whines, slithering his hand back onto you. 

“Oh my gosh, Miguel, no. Wait until we’re out of work.“

All is well, but Miguel has to tend to a few things, so you take it upon yourself to take a break at the cafeteria. Might as well bring him a drink while you’re at it.

Halfway through your walk there, some guy you’ve seen around taps on your shoulder and pulls you aside. He’s relatively young, has this assertive look to him. Among the quirky pins on his shirt pocket, you find an ID card labeled “INTERN.”

The worry on his own face makes you a little anxious. 

“Ma’am, are you okay?“ He asks, meeting his eyes with yours. He looks serious, peering from left to right as if a secret was being exchanged. 

“Uh- yeah, what do you mean?“

His voice is low, almost a whisper. “Girl, I’ve seen Miguel grope you... do you want me to call the police? I have a video right here as pr-“

A  gust of relief washes over you, and you almost start to laugh. You watch as the guy starts to pull up his phone, before you stop him. 

“Oh, no no no, it’s okay!“ You exclaim. “Miguel’s my husband, he’s just clingy!“

The man raises an eyebrow, concern lacing his voice. “You aren’t just saying that, right? Like, you’re really okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry. If he was actually bothering me, then I’d tell him.“ You chuckle, just to ease up the serious air a little bit. 

“Ah, well if you say so... If anything happens, just let me know.“ He says. 

“Yeah, thank you for the concern, though.“ You smile, and he smiles back, walking away around the corner where you assume he came from. 

With a little laugh, you continue your walk towards the cafeteria, thinking deeply about the interaction. It might be time for you to tell Miguel to stop touching you often around the office, as much as you enjoy it. He’d hate despise it though. 

If it weren’t for you being around so often, work life might not be as pleasant for his employees. You don’t think Miguel truly notices, but he starts getting huffy and puffy when you aren’t around to see him; people get a little more scared of him when he has this scowl on his face. 

“Who was that?“

You violently flinch, yelping out loud. In one swift motion, you swerve around, your heartbeat only easing down when you realize it’s just Miguel. 

“Miguel, honey, you gotta stop scaring me.“

“...Sorry. Who was that?“ He asks, obvious curiosity in his voice. Almost like it was muscle memory, he slips both hands onto your sides, reminding you of the topic at hand. (literally lmao)

“Just some guy... you know what he asked me, though?“

“If it was on a date he’s getting fired.“ Miguel promises darkly, squeezing at the fat of your sides. 

“No, Miguel. He asked if you were assaulting me. Even asked me if he wanted me to call the police.“

“Assaulting?“

“Yeah, because you keep on doing things like this-“ You place your hands on his. “- to me every time I visit!“

Like a guilty puppy, Miguel pouts to the side, reluctantly slipping his hands away from you. It takes you everything not to laugh at him as he grumbles to himself, that signature scowl building onto his face. 

“It’s fine, Miguel. You can still touch me. Just tone it down a bit when we’re around people, yeah?“

Miguel nods, slowly inching his fingers towards your hands. “Yeah. M’sorry.”

“Miguel, it’s fine. It’s not like I hate it, it might just be uncomfortable for your employees.“

Miguel sighs, dipping down his head to rest on your shoulder. He catches a whiff of your body wash, sweet and comforting. You giggle, a sound that Miguel would kill to hear for everyday of his life. You slide your own hands over onto his broad back, tracing your fingers against the muscle through his shirt. 

“I just... I think I love you too much.“ He mumbles, and your ears almost strain to hear it. 

“Awh, you know I love you too.“ You sweetly reply, squeezing him into a tight hug. He’s so darling, compressing you tight against him. 

“Just let me have this, and I’ll leave you be for a bit, hm?“ Miguel mutters into your ear, indulgently smoothing his big hands over your little back. Chills run up your spine when he presses a smooch to your ear. 

“Yeah, we’ll see how long that’ll last...“ You chuckle, letting him do what he wants for the time being. 

It takes Miguel longer than he really should to let you go, adoration clearly written on his face as he detaches his arms from you. 

“You wanna grab coffee with me before you have to go back?“ You ask, beaming at Miguel with a natural smile. 

Miguel doesn’t know what to do with himself. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

You break off into a walk through the hallway, and Miguel has to remind himself every minute or so to keep his hands off. 

. . .

It didn’t work. 

Already in line for coffee, Miguel’s chin rests on top of your head, acting as if the previous conversation was entirely wiped clean from his memory. 

You sigh, knowingly speaking to the barista as if you didn’t have a 6′9 CEO strapped to your back like a koala. 

“Baby, what did we say?“

“Sorry...“

miguel is 6′9 because i said so and because of this tiktok

© 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔.

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BOY NEXT DOOR 10 - ( c.s )

part nine

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- a little angsty, swearing, comfort as well i guess, idk??? nothing crazy

a/n: i liedddd i lied i’m splitting the last part in two bc this became a little longer than anticipated. i hope u are all doing fantastic and i stg i will get the rest of this story out if its the last thing i do LMFAO (next part will give u goblins what you’ve been waiting for hehehehe)

the knocks on your front door start at around six pm the following friday. it’s surprising, because it’s rare that anyone shows up unannounced, especially right before the weekend festivities.

in fact, the last time someone did that was when chris arrived on your front porch with a bouquet of flowers to ask you on a date. you try not to think about it too much as you descend the stairs, focusing on not tripping over your feet instead.

the knocking grows louder, making it clear that whoever is waiting is rather restless.

“i’m fucking coming!” you shout as you make it to the landing, closing the final distance and yanking the door open with a huff.

when you see who it is, you’re even more out of breath. ben and connor stand before you, concern written all over both of their faces. neither of them say anything; they just exchange sheepish glances with one another like they’re unsure where to begin.

“oh—uh…hey guys. what’s up?” you try not to sound too disoriented, even though you are.

“hey…sorry to barge over here like this, i’m sure we’re not really the people you want to be seeing right now.” connor starts, shoving his hands in his pockets as he speaks.

you stay silent, because he’s not really wrong. you know that they have nothing to do with the situation, and you refuse to take it out on them, but seeing chris’s friends is a painful reminder that he still exists.

even though each week becomes a tiny bit more bearable, that doesn’t mean you’re suddenly fine and back to normal.

ben clears his throat, taking over for his friend and cutting to the chase. “look, we really need your help. i swear we wouldn’t be bothering you if it wasn’t serious.”

your eyebrows furrow further, and you’re somehow even more confused than you were when you opened the door. an anxious feeling settles in your stomach, like it’s only going to get worse from here.

“what is it?” you ask hesitantly, because you’re not sure you actually want the answer.

“it’s chris,” connor starts, eyes darting over to their house as he says it, “he’s…i don’t know, he’s just messed up. ever since things ended between the two of you he’s been completely out of it, and now he’s throwing hockey away too.”

you tilt your head to the side. “wait, what do you mean throwing it away?”

”the team confronted him after we lost on sunday and he didn’t want to hear it, so he walked away. we thought he was fronting, that he’d realize he was being an idiot, but he didn’t show up to any of our practices this week and coach is fuckin’ pissed. he won’t talk to us, or listen to anything we’re saying.” ben explains further, waving his hands around in aggravation as he speaks.

horror washes over you when you realize that they probably spoke to him about you, and that the whole team was in on it. you can feel your cheeks heating up in shame just thinking about how that conversation went, which makes you angry.

your voice comes out a lot sharper than intended when you respond. “no offense guys, but i’m not really sure what this has to do with me.”

“kind of, like, everything.” ben shoots back, though he immediately slaps a hand over his mouth once he realizes how he sounds.

connor rolls his eyes and elbows him in the hip, earning a muffled grunt. “what he means to say is that the only person that kid listens to is you. if he doesn’t snap out of it soon and go to the game tomorrow, he's gonna be kicked off the team for good. and as much as you’re on shitty terms, i don’t think you want to see him do that either.”

he’s spot on once again. you’re still hurt, but you can’t bring yourself to truly hate him. hearing that chris is taking this just as hard and is actively fucking up the rest of his career at the most critical time makes your heart feel like it’s suffocating.

you rub your eyes, letting out a long sigh as you begin to mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to do.

“fine, i hear you, and i’ll talk to him. but i'm not making any promises beyond that.”

they both look so relieved that you actually feel kind of bad. you’re not sure if this is actually going to work, but they’ve clearly been stressing out over their friend for a while now.

you wonder if your own roommates feel the same way about you. they’re out together for happy hour after you insisted on staying home, still not in the mood to socialize. you’ve been trying not to burden them with the massive pressure you‘re feeling all of the time, but they’ve also known you for over three years now.

it’s hard to hide from the people that really know you, which chris clearly understands.

“thank you, seriously. we both owe you major, anything you want for real.” ben praises, hands pressed together as if he’s worshiping.

“yeah, we really appreciate you doing this. i’ve always known you were the best, but you somehow only get better.” connor smiles, a small glimmer of sadness in his eyes.

he straightens up after a moment, nodding over at their place as they begin to retreat. “ben and i are headed out to the bars, so if you’re not up to anything tonight, he’ll be in his room. front door’s open.”

you already feel like you’re floundering, but you nod at the two of them as if you’re just great anyways. what else can you do when you just made a vow to throw your healing out the window?

ben lingers for a moment, staying just close enough so that he can whisper under his breath. “for what it’s worth, you're the best thing that ever happened to chris. and i hope one day he can prove that he knows that too.”

you feel yourself tense up immediately. you have no idea how the hell you’re supposed to respond to that, so you don’t. he gives you a small wave as he finally turns, joining his friend so that they can make their way up the street.

you watch them until they’re gone, still frozen in place. the shock has finally kicked in, and you can’t move.

all you can think about is chris; having to look him in the face again, and listen to him say things to you that you know are going to twist the knife even deeper. it’ll probably undo all of what little progress you’ve made.

but you can’t let him mess everything else up too, not when you still love him so much. there are some things that are worth throwing yourself on the blade for, and this is one of them.

unfortunately or not, you’re going over there, and you’re going to shake some fucking sense into him like you always do.

even if it kills you in the process.

when chris hears the soft tapping on his door, he assumes it’s one of his roommates trying to persuade him off of his war path once again. he’s sprawled out in bed as if there’s not a care in the world, playing endless rounds of fortnite like he has been for the past week.

“i’m not interested in chatting.” he snaps, narrowing his irritated eyes at the tv screen in front of him.

it’s locked anyways, so they can’t get in regardless. and yet, despite this fact, the door swings open a moment later. chris is about to spiral into a complete rage until he actually looks over to see who it is.

you’re standing there with a bent paperclip in hand, a self-satisfied expression plastered on your face.

“so it actually does work, huh?”

for a second he thinks he’s hallucinating. there’s no way that you’re actually here, in his room, cracking a joke about the time that he broke in to talk to you. but he can smell your signature perfume in the air, which convinces him that this is in fact real life.

chris shoots up in bed, messing with his hair self-consciously. a furious blush is creeping up his face, because his room is a fucking disaster zone of clutter and it’s embarrassing. he wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not you.

“um—hi?” it’s more of a question than an actual greeting, even though he didn’t mean for it to come out that way.

“hi.” you reply awkwardly, eyes shifting around his room as you continue to stand in the doorway.

“you can, uh, sit. if you want.” chris stutters, moving his legs so that they’re hanging off his bed.

he straightens his comforter to make room for you, still red with shame about the mess. he has no idea why you’re here, he’s just praying that he doesn’t say anything that’ll scare you away. he wants this moment to last as long as it possibly can.

luckily enough, you actually do end up making your way over, settling on the very edge of his bed. you’re practically falling off it, trying to make sure that you keep as much distance between the two of you as possible. it breaks his heart, but he can’t say he doesn’t understand.

“i’m sure you’re confused, so i’ll just get right to it.” you start, picking at your fingernails so you don’t have to look at him.

the lump in his throat is growing by the second, but instead of showing that, he nods and attempts to choke it back down.

“your friends came over. they’re really worried about you, you know.” you continue carefully.

he barely contains an eye roll, opting to close them for a moment instead as he lets out a small breath. but he understands, seeing as he’s gone completely off the rails.

“i don’t know what to say to that.” chris replies honestly, since he’s apparently lost the ability to talk to you too.

“well, i guess you could start by telling me what the hell is going on, because you pretty much live and breathe for your team.” you’re putting it bluntly now, because you know it won’t get through to him if you don’t.

he rubs a hand over his face, trying to think of the right words. they’re not really there, but it’s been too long of a pause, and he needs to fucking speak like a normal person.

“i…my heart just isn’t in it. i’m playing like shit and it’s better if i don’t bring them down with me.”

you shake your head, completely astounded by the attitude that you’re hearing. “so you’re just going to turn your back now? when you’re weeks away from selection show and so close to a contract?”

he’s defeated; chris doesn’t know what else to do besides throw in the towel, and he also has no idea how to get you to understand that. his shoulders slump slightly as he stares at the floor.

“yeah, i guess i am.”

it’s silent for a moment, which makes him incredibly insecure. then you nudge him with your foot a little, forcing him to look over at you.

“listen, if you don’t want to play hockey anymore, that’s your decision at the end of the day. but i have to be honest with you before you do that.” you start off strong, facing him fully so that you can meet his eyes.

“the first time i ever came to your game, as someone that you actually invited, i saw you. i’d been to games before, but that night i was solely focused on you, as stupid and fucking embarrassing as that is to admit. you were electric out there, chris, and you’ve got so much talent it’s actually a bit ridiculous. i mean, you literally made me fall in love with hockey all over again,” your voice wobbles slightly—barely enough for him to notice—but it’s there.

your eyes are full of an emotion he can’t comprehend. maybe it’s because you’re feeling every single one of them, just like he is right now. he’s beginning to cry, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

“you’ve been putting in the work, and i know that you’d get an AHL contract from one team or another. you want it so bad it kills you, and you’re so damn close. i can’t let you give that away because of us.”

the words hit him hard, and even though his first instinct is to get defensive, there’s no point. you can read him like a book, and you know just as well as he does that his terrible performance has everything to do with your relationship.

slowly, he reaches for your hand. he can’t help it; being this close to you makes it feel like every single one of his nerves is on fire, and he has to actually feel you.

your fingers tangle together, resting on your leg. you’re stiff at first, but you relax into it as his thumb grazes your lower thigh in a calming pattern. it feels so natural, almost domestic, even after being apart for so long.

his other hand goes to your neck, pulling you forward so that your foreheads press together gently. you can smell him, feel his slightly callused palms, hear his soft breaths. it’s so overwhelming that the tears you’ve been shoving away spring to your eyes.

he knows he only gets one chance to say it, so he does.

“i love you. i love you so much that i can't focus on anything else, not with the way things are between us. and i am so, so sorry that i ever did that to you, or that i put myself in that situation in the first place. it was my own insecurity taking over, as much as that sucks to say, and it was pathetic. but i want to be with you, only you, and i always have. i mean, fuck, i’ve loved you since the moment you moved in next door, when you yelled at me out your window to put on a shirt that night.” chris chuckles slightly, sniffling a bit as he continues to brush his thumbs along your skin.

you can’t help but huff out a small laugh as well, thinking about that day. you were already frustrated after it took hours to build your dresser, and him teasing you was just the final nail in the coffin.

“the point is that i love you, and i’m sorry. i just needed you to hear me say it.” he breathes.

everything in him wants to lean in and close the rest of the space, because he misses his mouth on yours so much. teardrops roll down your cheeks slowly, and he can feel you shaking just a little bit in his grasp.

“i fucking love you too, chris, but i just…i just don’t know.” you sigh, biting down on your bottom lip hard to keep them from colliding with his.

you place a hand on his chest, pushing him away just a little bit to try and set a boundary. it’s almost worse, because now you can really see him, his face inches apart from yours.

his eyes dart down to your lips for too long, puffy from you gnawing on them, and he can feel himself slipping into that same trance he’s always in whenever he’s around you. especially after hearing those three words, whether you were cursing at him or not.

but he nods and lets his fingers fall from your neck, because he refuses to force this on you if you’re not ready. he still keeps a hold of your hand, though, for at least a little longer.

“i get it. i’ll fucking wait, i don’t care. if there’s any chance, i’d wait forever, do you understand that?”

you can’t meet his eyes as you push some of your hair over your shoulder. “i’m not sure that i do.”

“i can’t do this without you, and i don’t want to.” chris feels like he’s repeating himself, but he doesn’t care.

he squeezes your hand just a bit, and you use your free one to brush the tears from your cheeks. you finally meet his gaze again a moment later, eyes shining slightly. he can see the hesitation in them from a mile away.

“please, just come to the game tomorrow. i’ll swallow my pride and beg for forgiveness until coach lets me back on the team if you can do that for me.” he pleads, the faintest of ideas forming in the back of his mind.

you blow out another breath, but your body betrays you and you’re nodding your head before you can actually respond. he’s surprised by this, naturally.

but you knew the second the words came out of his mouth that you would say yes, so you verbalize that fact. “i’ll go. if you show up and play like you mean it, i’ll go.”

he feels himself laugh again instinctively, just because of how wrong he was. you’ll always have that fiery personality; it’s just you. he figured you’d eventually move on and find some really great guy, but he was pretty sure that he would always stay right here, dreaming of you.

“i’ll play like it’s the last game of my life, i promise.” he places his hand over his heart, knowing full well now that he’s going to put on a real show.

you pull your own from his so that you can stick your pinky out, forcing him to swear on it. you’re well aware that it’s silly, but you’ve always believed it was a little deeper than just saying it.

“pinky?” you challenge.

he smiles, linking his finger with yours without batting an eye. “pinky.”

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The DUFF 15

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far. ♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

You sit down as you wait for your order to be called. The metal seat isn’t very comfortable, especially after hours in your office chair. You tuck your bag against the wall and stare out the window as Andy shrugs off his jacket.

He sits with the dark blue garment hung behind him, tugging at his tie but not loosening it. As you glance over, he flicks his fingers up to scratch the stubble along his neck. You rest your elbow on the table then drag it off. You don’t know what to do as the awkwardness of the situation settles in.

“So,” Andy breathes out as he claps his hands on his thighs. Is he nervous? No, why would he be nervous? You’re projecting. “Long weekend, you said?”

You smile, a click in your throat. “Um, yeah, I probably shouldn’t go into detail.”

“That bad?” He lifts a brow.

“Let’s just say next weekend, I’m going absolutely nowhere,” you sigh.

“Sounds like heaven. My wife, ex-wife, is coming back from vacation so she’ll be dropping off the kid,” he brings his hand up to the tabletop, rubbing his ring finger, as if searching for the missing gold, “not really a kid anymore. His teenage angst blows right in after him like a raincloud.”

“How old?” You wonder. You didn’t think Andy was that old, but you’re a bad judge of these things.

“Sixteen, for now. Can’t wait to leave for college next year. Honestly, I kind of feel the same,” he chuckles, “I probably sound like an ass when I say that.”

“I think you mean well,” you shrug, “you know, my dad wasn’t so nice about it.”

“No?” He furrows his brow.

“Uh, yeah, but let’s not get into all that. I’m starving and vulnerable,” you kid.

The bell rings and your number is called. Andy stops you from getting up and insists on grabbing the order himself. He comes back with a tray and doles out the tacos. You try not to be too eager and wait for him to fold one up first.

Your stomach growls in an echo of your mind. You’re thankful for the distraction of the meal, you’re not exactly a social maven. Further, he’s your boss and you’d hate to step on any lines, or over them.

You chow down on the grilled chicken chipotle. The spice is more than you expect and has you reaching for your Sprite. Andy hums in delight as you sip and glance out the window again. It’s dark out now. You’re going to be home late. Ugh, your whole routine is entirely lost.

“I was curious,” he begins between bites, “about this club you went to…”

“Uh, yeah, I dunno,” you say evasively, chewing your straw before stopping the anxious gesture. “It was my friend’s idea.”

“Ah, well, I’m trying to get back on the scene, you know? I tried a few dating apps and a bit too few man girls want to charge for just a chat…” he puts his hand up helplessly, “I’m out of touch, I think. In my day, you just met people face to face so I thought maybe, give it a try, but I don’t even know where to go.”

“Mmhmm,” you swallow, “well, I don’t think a club is really the place for that. It’s more so a hookup type place.”

“Hookup? Is that what happened?”

“Uh,” you shake your head, “maybe a book club? That might be somewhere to start.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t suggesting anything about you,” he backpedals, “I just… I don’t have much going on so I might be trying to fill that void vicariously.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine,” you wipe your fingers, “I don’t really date. Not seriously. Well, I mean, I haven’t been actively looking. With work and everything–” The door jingles as you ramble, “I barely have enough time for m–”

A figure steps up beside your table. His sole squeaks loudly and you look up, shocked to find Curtis glaring back at you. You’re struck dumb as you can only sit there.

“So this is it? You’re ignoring me for this guy?” He barks, “Bunny, you could’ve just told me you’re a slut–”

“Woah, woah,” Andy stands, “what’s going on? Let’s cool off–”

“No, fuck you!” He grabs Andy’s plate and throws the tacos in his face, “I know who the fuck you are. You got a habit of fucking your employees, Andrew?”

“Curtis,” you get up and grab his arm before he can grab your boss, “Curtis, we’re just having dinner–”

“I’ve been texting you,” Curtis snarls as he turns on you, “all day and I can’t get one reply. Don’t lie to me.”

He latches onto your arm and you cry out. You don’t understand why he’s doing this. Or how he even knew you were here. He’s crazy!

“Let go of her,” Andy slides his arm between you and Curtis, bringing his hand down against Curtis’ wrist, “calm down.”

“Calm down,” Curtis sneers as Andy inserts himself between you and rabid man, “mind your own fucking business.”

“You’re scaring her,” Andy puts his hand on Curtis’ chest and tries to ease him away, “so come on, cool off. Like she said, there’s nothing going on–”

Curtis keeps a hold of you as you’re pulled against Andy. You whimper as you're almost pinned against the table.

“Nothing going on?!” Andy jolts as Curtis lets you go, grabbing Andy’s collar instead, “she’s mine, you understand? You’re just some desperate old man–”

“Get your hands off of me,” Andy’s timbre drops dangerously, “before I make you.”

“Hey, hey,” an employee comes out from behind the counter, “no fighting. Get out now or we’ll call the police.”

Curtis huffs as you cower behind Andy. You can’t see him but you can feel his anger. Andy brushes against you as Curtis releases him. Your boss keeps you shielded behind him as Curtis lets out a snarl.

“Whatever, I was just about to fucking leave,” he stomps to the door as you hide, clinging mindlessly to Andy’s shirt.

“I’m sorry,” Andy apologises to the employee, “we weren’t trying to cause a scene. We’ll just clean up and go.”

The worker says nothing and disappears behind the counter. You see Curtis’ shadow stalk off outside the window. Andy turns to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Um, I think…” you’re voice quavers, “I don’t know.”

[junepingu]

Do Adam x Female reader who cheat him

Adam x f reader who cheats on him

Angst

(sorry if i wrote something strange or i repeat some words or emotions but im not used to write something like this but thank you so much for the request anyway)

"oh My no..what have i done.." you said to yourself laying in bed with... An Angel? It was not Adam..why did you do that? Maybe because Adam was being a shitty boyfriend? Maybe because you needed something different? No.. You were always the one to argue with him about the fact that HE would have cheated on you, but now... You feel stupid,little..a big uncomfortable feeling was crushing you... You need to get out of there.

You stood up trying to be as soundless as possible, you took with your heels and your clothes, you try to fix your hair to fly out. You were now trying to open the window but it was locked so you needed to be more careful and... "CRACK!" (fucking modern window) you thought, you remaind freezed.. you turned around scared that you woke the stranger up but as you turned your head you were only hit by the figure of the Angel that was snoring loudly, you sigh in relief and fly away.

You needed to fly in front of The reception of the seraphim that you knew would be quiet because at that time they were all always busy, and then the last part would have been to pass in front of the combat post where Adam and Lute were in session, you knew that you could fly faster, but knowing that there was also Lute who was guarding you would have been sospicious to fly 200km/h in front of her, so you decide even if it was not the brightest idea you could have in mind to walk in all the hidden alleys until you come out near your house.

"sigh... Fuck...Lord forgiven me, i.. I don't know why i did it..." thinking out loud as you were flying over the seraphim avampost, You were in your thoughts trying to beg God that everything could be resolved, but it wasn't so easy, especially for what had just happened, you don't remember anything about yesterday, You could just kiss him... But... You don't know. In fact, do you remember... Adam in this period was not close to you as usual, he was only attached to work and you thought that he would surely betray you also because there was a new recruit in his combat group,a very hot girl, you were in crisis you wanted to be comforted loved again, you wanted to have attention again... But all of this sinks into limbo in a single second... How do you manage to mess everything up in such a short time?

As you were fighting with your thoughts you didn't noticed but you were already flying in front of the Adam's combat post, you almost hit your head in a window "oh no non-" as you smashed your wings in to a pole "FUCK!" you managed to take control again of your wings as you try not to hit the ground,you did it so you just fly low to put your feet on the ground, you hope nobody would see you...(god that was clos-)

"WOOO! Look who's here! my hot ass girlfriend! Sugartits! What's up! Why are you here at this time! Didn't you have something to do at the church?" Adam was here... In front of you, with all the people right now why him... You had to stay normal and focused... You dont have to talk with him about this... Or maybe yes! But not now... Say something goddamit! He was watching you up and down as usual "HelloooOo!? Someone home? Hahaha get it? Because you are a woman! HAHAHA oh man..." you didn't hear what he said as you were looking at the floor trying to not catch his eyes... You knew that if you dare only for one second to look at his face you would crush...you finally spoke.

"e-ehy Adam.. i was actually flying around you know, it's a beautiful day today so i wanted to you-you know" you were becoming anxious as you couldn't catch up any excuses "ehm well.. Uh.. What are you doing?? Mh??" you try to change the subject, he noticed that you didn't react to his maschilist joke everytime he try even a little to say something just to piss you off you would shout at him and then he would give you a kiss saying that he was sorry he was just joking, As always.

"woah woah whats up your ass? Why so sketchy about? 'something wro-?" you shut him up "NO! Eh.. No no no nothing wrong i was just thinking yeah...*sighhh* yeah thinking" he stare at you now loosing his smile a little, you were strange he could sense that but he couldn' t figure out what you had, "Okeeey?? Cool..uhm well i Will be late tonight so don't wait for me because you know.. The fucking extermination need more hands than before now that we took off more time haha!" you imagined as usual, you said in a low tone "like always.." he heard that "what was that?" you stood straight and try to smile "oh uh! I said i like burgers!!" you started to sweat, he was looking at you now with a strange face, you were looking at everything but never his eyes. "Dude the fuck is wrong with yo-" he couldn't finish the phrase that Lute called him out "Sir! susy needs your help with the last exercise" susy... The new recruit... That bitc- "oh fuck it! That susy is a tree in the ass, she just wants attention... *silence* anyway sugar we Will discuss this fucking attitude at home i need to get rid of those bitches so i will try to be as fast as possible okey?" you only nod always ignoring his gaze, he then lean for a kiss but you step away and started to speak to let him go" OKEY BYE" and with that you were now running at home, he remained shocked, why you reject his kiss...? It couldn't be that..You were his girlfriend, Right...?

You finally manager to get home... Adam stood there for a little, his face was sad and anxious as he returned inside to exercuse with the group.

As you were waiting at home trying to create a great excuses... You started to feel hot as your face was now having some problem holding back the tears,"oh god... Why... Why me... If i could turn back in time... Why did i do it... FUCK!"

you smashed a vase that was on the table, it broke in thousand of pieces on the floor, as the vase, you kneel down on your hand and knees and broke more...you didn't know why you pushed so hard that night, why you did it right to him? who was always afraid of all of This? Why?..

All of a sudden you hear the door open and Adam enter it, as he looked around the house to greet you he noticed you on the floor "Ehy bitch WOAH! Woah! What's going in on!" he said to you trying to think about what he can do to make you feel better, "i didn't expect this kind of greetins is that a new kink haha..." he tried to make it out as a joke but it didn't work.

You continued crying as he tried to make you sit on the sofà, you shrug from his contact, "don't!" he freezed "Adam.... GOD..." you sigh deep as you walked near the window, the day was ending and the dark was rising Adam remained still as you walk by, he didn't know what to say or do, why the hell you were acting like that, but... All of a sudden, the table... He took a quick pick on the table where there were your photos... There was a ring... THE RING, the ring that he gave you the first time he asked you to be his girlfriend...

You turned around and saw his mask glitch for a moment, you then realized that he was staring at your ring 'fuck!' you thought and run towards the ring and hide it behind you... "Adam... Liste-" "you took it off.." "what?.." "the ring.." "Adam its from a long time that i wanted to talk about th-" "why.." "let me expl-" "Why the hell did you take it off, it's for me?? It's because im never home early?? Why did you take off the ring! That i gave you!..... *he took a step back* wait..." "Adam please let me explain" you tried to reach his arm slowly but he took a fast step back "adam-" "

[bunnyfern]

Groove Salad

Chapter 4

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I knew I had a competitive bone in my body, but I didn’t think it was that bad. 

After three hours of playing jenga and winning one single game, I was over it. How does one person even properly win at that? It’s stupid. So we moved on to uno. That was fun, most of the games ended in someone throwing cards at one another. Or hoarding the cards until the untimely demise of using a plus 4. Which caused more throwing of cards then losing some of them. Then spending a few minutes finding them and shuffling for another round. 

Seven times, I lost seven times...“I hate this game.” Tossing basically half the deck back on the table. Larry laughed at my defeat, “You suck ass.” Isaac agreed, hurling his own cards in the middle. “You guys are cheating,” squinting my eyes, “I know it.” Crossing my arms as they scoffed, mocking me for being a sore loser. “Its uno, of course we fucking cheat.” Isaac admitted, making me gasp from shock, very overdramatically. Clutching my chest for extra effect that gained more laughs from them. 

They started to gather the cards and shuffle as I took my phone out. I don't clean out my messages as often as other people do. Another way of hoarding and clinging on to past years I suppose. My mother has- or had?- an embarrassing hoarding problem, passing it down to me in different ways. Turning the screen on and clicking on my messages, most of the conversations being from one of the guys. 

Except for the one at the very bottom, no contact picture and from years ago. I was the last one who sent the message. 

She'll want to know. Right? Biting my lip out of a nervous habit, and whenever I zone out. Which is what I’m doing right now. 

Psyching myself out with each thought and argument along with it. I mean, would there be a point in even letting her know? It'll just end up with her saying that she hopes I'll 'feel better' and that's it.

The conversation would end.

No follow ups or even a hint of care. Just dismissive of the blood we share. If she even sends something back, god, it might be worse if she looks at it and chooses not to respond. That'll really cement the fact that she doesn't ever want to see me again. 

“-gonna play?” I snap out of it, clearly confused about what's happening. Nick asked again, “You gonna play another round?” Oh...yea. I forgot where I was for a second. “Uh, nah. I’ma skip this one.” He took a second before shrugging, passing out the right amount of cards. They began playing and I watched, more like zoned out, while my thoughts ran wild. 

I couldn’t help it, everything in me wanted to send the message, to see how she’s doing. To actually see her. But the anxious jumbled feeling of embarrassment, disappointment and nerves got to me, telling me not to even try. Cause really, I am still her little sister, wanting attention after I get hurt. Will that really make her want to talk to me again? Or add to the growing resentment? 

It’s been a few hours since we got here, the mold on the couch was starting to remember me. The only thing in the house that knew me. Even though I was friends with them and came over maybe thousands of times, I barely knew the place. Never went into any of their rooms before, only getting a glimpse of it when they record or live stream. A few times I wonder how much of a friend they think of me as. If they like me enough to show me something that personal. But I have no room to talk since none of them have been to my apartment yet. 

Well, not anymore. Isaac’s been there. And not because he wanted to, but because he needed to watch over me, so he didn’t necessarily have a choice. I glanced over at him, watching his eyes flicker between the cards in his hand and on the table. It’s hard to know what he’s thinking. And I so desperately want to know what he’s thinking about. I want him to know what I’m thinking about. That I’m thinking about…I’m actually not sure what. 

This stupid injury is the only thing that’s been in the front of my mind. And my sister. Then it would get clouded with, well, him. 

I really should tell her, she might actually respond. For once. Turning my doubts into optimism. For once. 

My phone was still in my hand, feeling light as I forgot about it. Bringing the heaviness back once I lifted it back up to type. I could so easily make our message reach the top of the screen again but it was hard to even open it. The idea of looking back on the old convos makes me sick. Reaching out to her made me feel sick. I didn’t know why it twisted that deep. Has it really been that long that I can’t just act like no time has passed between us? 

Would it be considered stupid or smart to act like it was just yesterday that I talked to her? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe she’ll be happy that I sent a message wanting to talk to her. Letting her know how life’s been, which admittedly, hasn’t been going so well lately. If the injury and my weird desired feelings are anything to go by. 

Sweat trickled down my neck, god I have a problem. Simply clicking on her contact and typing, then retyping, retyping once more, and staring at it. 'it's been a while, hey.' Getting startled from three yelling out complaints after Nick won the round, who was proudly laughing at the two losers. 

“I’m done playing, I’m getting hungry.” Larry stood up and went to the kitchen to look around in the fridge. “What about you?” Isaac asked me, getting up himself and waiting for me to answer. I wanted to lie, I didn’t really want to eat in front of them, but my stomach betrayed me, rumbling loud enough for him to hear. “Kinda.” I meekly muttered. 

Nick was the only one who bothered to clean up, asking them to make him something since he won. Clearly taking his win humbly. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the screen. The longer I waited to send the message, the more I was chickening out and I didn’t want to. The thought of talking to her again made me queasy. In a good way...in a sense. 

So instead of freaking out over it and cause a scene, I sent the simplest thing of ‘hey’ and flung it under my thigh. Heart beating through my chest loud enough they could probably hear it too all the way in the kitchen. 

Nick noticed the sudden jolt of movement but didn’t say a word. Waiting for his sandwich and clearing off the table for the others. “What kind of sandwich do you want?” Larry asked me, knowing Nick's without asking. Hesitating on wanting to eat anything, “I'm fine,” looking over my shoulder, “I'll probably have something later.” 

Like when I leave, whenever that is. Mulling it over. 

Isaac glanced back, concerned about why I changed my mind so quickly. “I thought you were hungry? ” Poking his head in the fridge to find something else to put on his sandwich. I rubbed my sweaty palms on the shorts fabric, “Eh, not much. I can wait.” Nick went to grab a drink, “What ? You don’t wanna eat with us?” He teased, “We won’t make a mess or steal your food if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“I don’t care about that,” Rolling my eyes, “Well, kinda. But no.” I fiddled with my ring and tried to put the reason into…nice? words, or at least something that wouldn’t offend them. “It’s just like, a pet peeve of mine when I can hear someone chew.” Larry bursted out laughing, agreeing and throwing the others under the bus at the same time. “It pisses me off when they do that, especially when Nick does it.” Giggling and waiting for him to fight back.

Which he did, pushing the blame on Tanner instead. I tuned them out. They really get as loud as they can and I wasn’t used to it. More familiar with one person screaming their issues and self deprecated worries instead of their playful upbeat tone. They really were like children in these kinds of situations, it was sweet. But also so annoying. 

I didn’t even realize that Isaac snuck up behind me. “Then does that mean you're fine with my chewing?” Smirking and eyeing me down, I fumbled at laughing normally. “Huh?” There was no reason I should've been getting flustered by that. It's a stupid question, yet I paid attention to it. 

“Or were you distracted cause you needed to finish your cosplay stuff?” Going back towards the kitchen to munch on his food. “You cosplay?” Nick asked, seemingly done with, or putting it on hold, arguing with Larry. “Yooo, who do you dress as?” Larry leaped closer as I corrected them. “I make cosplay props. I don’t dress up, usually.” The two started to bombard me with questions on what I make, wondering if I could make them something as well. Asking to come over and see it themselves. 

I wanted to die in a hole, the heat on my face was easy enough for them to know my embarrassment. “I don't know,” tilting away from their looks, “Maybe next time…I'll think about it.” Hearing their rambling of ok’s and excitement. Obviously I wasn't used to getting that sort of attention for something I do. 

Isaac leaned on the couch, the side I was trying to keep my face hidden. “Then what about a snack? I think we have some fruit if you want that instead.” He wasn't going to quit, and I wasn't either. Our stubborn sides showing through. But I couldn't help it, the way he smiled at me, like he was actually worried about me. And this time I think I was ok with that so I folded. 

Why does he have to look so cute? I bit the inside of my cheek, squishing down the flutter in my stomach just from him looking at me. “I guess.” Giving in, huffing at how easy it was for him to convince me. 

“So what else are you guys doing today?” Asking the three so I can figure out when I'm able to leave. “I have to edit the video and I don't know how long that'll take,” Nick scratched his head, thinking about the others' schedules, “So I'm not able to go back with you tonight.” I blinked, unsure of what I heard, “Go back where?” 

Footsteps were heard, revealing a hyper Tanner like usual. “You guys are eating without me? Lame.” Dragging it out and pouting. 

“To your place,” Nick finished his sandwich, “I don’t want you to be alone.” His insistence was getting on my nerves so I went back to arguing, or compromising, with Nick. And Isaac who was about to chime in when he handed me some fruit. “I'll be fine tonight. If anything happens then I'll call. You don't need to babysit me.” 

“We're not ‘babysitting’.” Nick got up to throw his plate away. “It's just..” He tried to find words that didn't make it seem like they didn't trust me alone. A toddler who couldn’t walk yet and just crawled around on the floor. Which I guess are my only capabilities right now. 

I rolled my eyes, “It's just you don't trust me and think I'm gonna break my other leg or something, from like, slipping on a banana peel.” 

Isaac chuckled at the comment but I wasn't sure about Nick, his back was facing me. Maybe it wasn’t a good time to humor my way out of this. “Look,” Reiterating my point, “If I need something then I'll call one of you guys. Nothing bad will happen in one night.” I rubbed my eyes, afraid of getting any more heated in the conversation. Shoving the cold fruit in my mouth to distract from the sting in my eyes and the bubbling forming in my throat. 

Isaac hesitated to say his own thoughts and looked to Nick. They shared the same look of worry but didn’t say anything out loud, wanting to discuss this on their own without the others hearing. 

“Depending on how long it’ll take to edit,” Nick checked something on his phone before facing me, “I can take you back tonight.” I hummed, half-assed thinking it over.

Straining out a nice tone. “Maybe, sure. We can figure it out later.” He headed towards his room before stopping. “Oh, can I include you getting hurt?” Nick asked. I scoffed, “Yea, milk it like a cow’s titty.” And immediately laughing at my own joke then somewhat embarrassed for saying that. “But yea,” nodding at the idea, “You can add me getting hurt and going to the hospital, or whatever you want.” He nodded and left, shutting his door to work. 

Tanner finished making his food and sat down on the couch between me and Larry. They began to talk which gave me time to check my phone. Feeling fifty-fifty on what I do or don’t want to see. But it was obvious how much I really wanted a message to pop up, my hope dropping into my stomach. No matter how long I stared at the screen nothing would show up. 

My face must’ve shown how upset I was. “You alright?” Tanner faced me with his usual dopey grin. I hummed a yes, going back into the emptiness and zoning everything else out. Larry gives a small side eye and then goes back to normal with Tanner. 

At this point, those two are messing around and watching- who knows what- and I’m left to think. A bad choice in my opinion. But it is a good distraction from what’s really happening. 

I don’t want to deal with any of this. Maybe I should’ve stayed home, I have my favorite blankets there. My leg itches- fuck, I can’t scratch it. That’s gonna bother me. A lot. I wanna leave, just another hour and I can ask Isaac to take me back. 

My hair feels like it’s sticking to my neck and face, so are my clothes. Maybe I was too in my head. I hate that feeling. Everything is burning up, I know I’m sweating. It always happens when I don’t want it to. I need to calm down but how can I? Everyone’s watching me, judging me. Why wouldn’t they? I would do the same. I'm taking up space in their house and can't do anything for them in return. 

Instead of practically dying on the couch, I went to the bathroom. With some trouble and a wobbly balance but reaching it in time before I had a full meltdown. 

Slowly breathing in and out. The warmth from my hands feeling the cold porcelain sink, grounding me way better than I thought. 

Do they have a fan? I should turn that on. But I’ve already been here for a minute. They’ll wonder why I didn’t turn it on sooner. Would it be weird if I do it now? Yeah, it would. Just don't make any noises like someone's in here. 

I psych myself out, taking a seat on their toilet instead.

It’s not that much of a shock that their bathroom is in need of a clean up. Matches the rest of the house- from what I’ve seen. Their voices were heard even from this distance, making me wonder how much soundproof they need in their own rooms. Though I got used to their loudness, a small headache was forming. 

Forcing myself to take a deep breath and heaving myself up and back out. 

Tanner and Larry were watching videos. I couldn’t see Isaac anywhere, thinking he went into his room for a break of his own. In my bag was a half empty bottle of headache medicine, taking one with some room temperature water. They looked busy so I didn’t disturbed them and headed out the back door. 

Careful grunts and steady feet flowed all the way to the wooden bench, or bench swing, they had. It sat under one of the trees that shut any prying eyes out, shadows easily covering every inch on a rainy day like this. Dew covered the mowed grass, blinking in the sunlight. Wood shifting under the sudden weight. 

It’s funny. With how big their house is, how many rooms they have, it doesn’t seem like any of them like to hang out in the backyard. But it’s perfect when I need some alone time. Or when I really want to scream my head off like a headless chicken…that can still scream. Maybe freaking out and overthinking senseless things is better than worrying about the doom of my sister deciding to reply. 

Third time’s the charm, right? Three is my lucky number. I just wished something would appear and make it true. 

Maybe she changed her number. 

It was a pathetic sight. Convincing myself that's the reason why and not because my sister lost a sympathy bone. For the only sister she...had? Has? Does she still want to be my sister? 

She can't be the only one I blame, I blame myself too. Like I have been for years. The only thing I know how to do right. There's no way I can mess that up. 

‘The phone works both ways’ said by anyone who hates being alone but doesn't want to admit it. That sentiment is only true when you're desperate enough to do anything to get them back.

And I think that's what I'm doing. Contorting the doubts into something digestible. Almost to the point of throwing it back up just to taste the acid. 

I don’t have anyone to spill my guts out to. My phone contacts are barely a swipe long; having the guy's; sister if she kept her number. My mother who I blocked once I moved here. I never had my fathers number, and I don’t want it either. 

My grandparents. Sending texts to both from time to time, only getting a response from my grandma. Never giving myself a second thought about deleting my grandpa’s number, he was usually a call type of person instead of texting anyways. She still pays for his number. But now I just listen to the voicemails he sent. His voice is the only thing I can come close to remembering on my own. Everything else is fading away in my forgetful mind. 

Checking again, nothing. It's a lost cause at this point. The possibility that she never wanted to talk to me again is fine, I just wished it didn't make me feel like crying. Or wanting to throw my phone at the wall. Throw a tantrum from the lack of attention. 

The back door opened. Shutting just as quickly and footsteps being muffled from the grass, coming closer to where I was sitting. I didn't bother to look at who it was, waiting to see if they would say something first cause I knew I wasn't going to. All they did was take the seat next to me, creaking the wood with it. 

They sat there for a minute, not saying anything, letting his hand tell me who it was. And it was easy to figure out. 

“You doing alright?” Isaac softly pushed his feet, causing the bench to swing with the wind. “Yea, I'm cool. Just had a small headache.” It wasn't a complete lie. Even if I couldn't see his face, I knew he was staring at me. 

Humming, “What're you doing?” He didn't want to say it aloud, but there was a feeling of tension, one I didn't notice. 

It's called life when someone can't answer a message right away, so it's easy to just say that. And yet, the words were stuck in my throat. Twisting in a way I thought wasn't possible. 

“I texted my sister.” Heat creeping up my back and sweat threatening to make me uneasy and squirm again. 

A complete surprise and confusion of blurting that out. And I don't think he did either since his foot slipped when he went to push again. “You have a sister? That's cool.” His tone gave way of a question rather than a compliment. There was another question on his tongue, but he didn’t want to say it. And unfortunately, I wanted him to ask. 

Humming since I didn't trust my own voice. “So you told her what happened?” It was like a game of 20 questions with him. Each one makes me want to drown a drink. 

“No. Not yet.” Diluting myself with courage to look at him. “I mean, what am I gonna say? ‘Hey, I just broke my leg and have to be in a cast for a month. But I'm fine, nothing to worry about’.” Laughing at the ridiculousness. The floodgates could burst out if I try to say anything else about it. Say anything about the issues I’ve had for years now, building up. 

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe ease into it,” Tracing his fingers of the wooden swirls and lines, “Don’t start off too strong. Just tell her like you normally would.” I scoff and roll my eyes. 

Isaac makes it so obvious sometimes that he’s an only child, never able to understand how siblings act. And especially sisters at that. None of them would, which makes it a bit harder to even talk to them about this kind of situation. Standing by myself in trying to navigate through this. 

“Yea, my problem is that I’m not normal,” Leaning back on the bench, “I can’t be normal around her, she’s- was, the same though. I freak out around her, I rather freak out about you-” I catch my tongue, “A-arou-around you. Around anyone really, I freak out when I leave my apartment sometimes. Most of the time really. That’s what I do.” Awkwardly laughing and hoping he joins from the slip up. 

Why am I talking so much? I wanna kill myself. 

Thankfully he doesn’t question it…for now. Looking at me like I fully said something crazy and showing an amused but confused smile. “So you have an older sister?” Guessing correctly. “Wow, you’re surprisingly right. How long did it take you to guess that?” I look at him with a mocked shocked face. 

Rolling his eyes and playfully nudging my shoulder. “You never mentioned her before, why not?” 

“Why would I?” Looking over at him and covering it up with a mix of nodding and shaking my head, “I mean, she doesn’t live here. So there isn’t a point to bring her up.” Curling up inside myself. 

There wasn’t a way to know if Isaac knew how much those words weighed, but he knew how to lift them. His gentleness contrasted my strained language. Yet our voices overlapped the soft hum of blowing winds and the rhythm of insects. Everything about this shouldn’t be so smooth, yet I’m willing to pass this by. And not everything has to have me grieving over the smallest things. A bad habit I’m still trying to get rid of and learning to correct- that I still forget to do. 

I sigh for the millionth time. No new messages. 

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We watched the oversaturated, idiotic video they chose before I heard drops outside. More sprinkling. And it was confirmed by it harshly picking up and hitting the window, calming down afterwards. “More rain, seriously?” Mumbling and staring out the window. 

“If it gets worse you gotta sleep over.” Larry looked over his shoulder without pausing the video. 

“Do I really need to?” The idea of staying the whole night at their place, in a way, terrified me. For a multitude of reasons that I can easily list off. But if I told them the list then they might- or surely- get annoyed at what I have to say, so I kept my mouth shut. Only thinking about the worst case scenarios and very exaggerated things that’ll most definitely never happen, cursing my brain. 

Being lonely for a really long time and being a hopeless romantic is not a good combo. Or anything else for that matter. 

Tanner chimed in, already decided on me staying. Going over the different kinds of games we can play. Like a typical sleepover: inviting bloody Mary and summoning demons from the over world. Old, half lit candles would complete the séance. 

Isaac talked over Tanner, who didn’t care about being ignored by us. “If you get the cast wet it’ll be bitch to deal with. It’s better to stay here.” His eyes burned holes on the side of my face. I knew I had to say something, like agree with the logical reasoning, but I couldn’t bring myself to. And it seemed like my thought process was plastered across my face cause he tried to convince me to stay. 

In his own odd ways. “If you stay, then you can see how much better our couch is.” I laughed, confused on why he came up with that. The rational part of me told me to sleep over for the night. Then the other part wanted to scream and just walk back to my apartment. 

“My couch wins, no competition.” Crossing my arms and slouching further into the cushions. Reluctantly agreeing to stay the night. But overall he took it as a win. I'll give him that…and only that. 

[mychlapci]

Could you give us more filthy ass spice on the rescue bots with their human partners? I imagine that these last ones will end up just as freaky as their bot partners (and only with them), but will never admit it....obviously, everyone would make a collective effort to make sure Cody doesn't find out about the adult activities (he´s a sweet angel and needs to be protected lol)

Basically, "you fucked me so good my own species no longer gets me going" and "I fucked you so good my own species no longer gets me going". According to you, what would be the kinks each both and human would be into, and mutual kinks for each pairing?

okay, the rescue team and the rescue bots completely rewiring each other into becoming alien fuckers is good. lots of funny potential, but also, kind of fucked up. I want Kade to be getting it on with Hayley and half-way through realizing that he’s missing the sound of a rumbling engine, the feel of hard metal under his hands, the sensation of combing wires between his fingers. I want Dani to be getting it on with that crush of hers and she realizes that she doesn’t like the feel of flesh anymore, that when she touches him she expects hard steel and the flutter of helicopter wings. I want Graham to be casually fixing a small electric motor or a motherboard or whatever and popping a boner. Chief Burns never really looked at women all that much because most of his focus was on his kids and on his job but now he’s lost all interest, all the warmth he needs is that of Chase’s cabin. 

And the bots too. They’ll interface to release tension after a long day of working and it’s fine but they all kind of wish a human was involved, missing the soft flesh and the squirming, small hands pressing up against the chassis, the gush of organic fluids and the feeling of their little bodies overheating in such a peculiar manner… Uh oh. They’ve all trained themselves to be attracted to an alien species. 

but then again, funny potential. people asking chief Burns why doesn’t he find someone now that his kids are mostly grown up, and he has to spin some story about how his job is important and how Cody is still small and it wouldn’t be fair to him. Meanwhile Chase is behind him revving his engine because he’s feeling jealous. People ask Kade why he broke up with his dream girl and he kind of stumbles around before making a “joke” about how he’s only faithful to his job. 

and as for kinks... i think Graham and Boulder are big into Plug ’n’ play. Graham is interested in the construction of the cybertronian physique and Boulder is happy to indulge him. They like a little bit of electroshock play. These two probably have the most healthy sexual relationship, lots of safety precautions and consent.

The two who are competely unsafe and fucked up are Heatwave and Kade, who don’t take proper safety precautions, meaning that Kade will limp around for a week, or Heatwave will be painstankigly cleaning out semen out of his valve for hours. They like to do a little dom/sub play, though of course both of them is convinced they’re the dom.

mhmmm I think Blades has a little bit of a force-fem kink. He likes it when Dani calls him a pretty girl, plays with his valve and calls it a pussy. He would wear a dress or lingerie for her if they made any in his size. Dani is definitely into it. She wasn’t really at first, but she wuickly found ou that she likes it when her partner is a little bit of an anxious wreck.

Chief Burns and Chase have the weirdest relationship yet. Chase is very communicative, in his own way, and Charlie is humiliated but tries to be recoprocative. They keep everything very down low and calm, enjoying each other’s company most of the time. But wwhen they get kinky, they get kinky. Chase loves listening to orders, after all, and fulfilling them only makes him feel happy. Intense Dom/Sub play with these two.

[tulpar-navguy]

₊ ⊹ ᶻz !! "Hey, Dess speaking." !! ␥

"Hellohowdyhi, people of the internet! Im Dess, or Desmond, whatever, and im the assigned Navigator for the Tulpar ship!!"

"Im just here to talk and have some fun, so yeah! Maybe i'll draw too-"

"A few of the other guys are here too, so say hi to them for me-!"

ADDITION INFO ABOUT DESMOND.

GENERAL

Age : Early 30s, claims that he is in his late 20s.

Ethnicity : Dutch-Indonesian

Sexuality : Greyromantic Demiromantic Asexual

Gender : Trans FtM

Full Name : Athena Desmond

Likes : Watching documentaries about fish/reading books about fish/eating fish/consuming media about fish, doodling around, keeping track of the stars he came across whilst on the Tulpar, music, sleep, cooking (he's ass at it though), video games!, hoarding trash like it's treasure

Dislikes : idk uh very loud n obnoxious people that constantly ignores his boundaries. Idk he just the guy that sorta likes everything man, oh uh yeah he hates jimmy. Well conflicted feelings ig?

PRE-CRASH

Extremely sociable, he's like a combination of Basil and Kel from Omori.

Constantly checks in to see the others' condition, and he helps out with Anya a lot.

Mostly hangs out in the lounge room, playing board games (competitively) when not in the cockpit tracking the ship's route and making sure it doesn't crash into any space debris n stuff.

Gives everyone a lot of gifts! Even Jimmy!

POST-CRASH

Gets a lot more anxious and more easily intimidated. Tries to "help" more by doing what he's ordered to do.

Helps Anya with Curly. When Jimbo and her is not up to the task, Dess will guve him some painkillers.

Avoids getting into fights/needless bickering. And when i mean avoid, he deadass runs into the medbay if things are heating up. Talks with Curly a bit.

Talks with Anya more than Pre-Crash. He's worried about her.

Dont leave him alone with his thoughts.

RELATIONSHIPS

Anya

Dess loves talking to her! Provides a big sister figure throughout the entire duration of the delivery haul, and he just loves spending his free time with her.

He rates Anya a solid 10/10.

Curly

One of his close friends! Curly's the reason why he got into Pony Express in the first place (working on Dess' backstory rn SHHH it'll make sense later). If not Talking to Anya, Dess is usually shown conversing with Curly. Whether it be about life back on Earth, or just casual banter.

Dess also used to have a tiny itty bitty crush on him but it doesn't matter now.

He rates Curly a 9/10.

Swansea

Intimidated by him at first, but Dess loves to hear what Swansea has to say when they talk together! Also he thinks Swansea being a sneakerhead is pretty silly. He's an uncle figure for Dess.

He rates Swansea a 9/10.

Daisuke

Oh, whoozers, what a riot! Dess loves Daisuke's optimism and shenanigans. Talking with the guy is always such a blast, there's no awkward moment between them. Dess also makes a lot of doodles with Daisuke on his free time.

He rates Daisuke a 9/10.

Jimmy

Jimmy, oh Jim... Due to Dess being a part of Curly's friend group back on earth, they're both are also friends, somewhat. Dess thinks he's kinda funny sometimes, but... jeez, he sure is intimidated!

He rates Jimmy a 8/10.

OTHER MAIN BACKGROUND STUFF

Dess, or Desmond is the Navigator Officer in the Tulpar Space Freighter. He mainly works inside the cockpit, steering the ship when Curly and Jimmy is busy (Which is kinda rare). He's about 32-35 years old, and he absolutely LOVES talking with the others! You can usually see him talking to the others, sometimes he's a bit anxious about interacting, though. Sometimes.

He didn't want to be a Navigator in the first place, obviously. He wanted to be a Marine Biologist, or at LEAST an Aquaculturist, but alas, the winds of fate has led him to work for Pony Express.

He's a part of Curly's friend group back on earth, and that obviously extends to being friends with Jimmy. Curly's another reason why he decided to work for Pony Express too-

Anyways! If you talk about him about fish, chances are he'll think you're pretty cool.

FUN FACTS

Dess is Anemic!

Dess has prescription glasses, but he hates wearing them; claims that it's too itchy on the nose.

Posture problems. Slouches a lot.

He has callouses and scars on his left hand, but his right hand is almost untouched. The contrast is crazy.

Wears a wristwatch 24/7.

Daisuke gave him that star thing on his breast pocket.

Indie video game professional- ask him about any indie game, he WILL respond.

Very big fan of Team Fortress 2, ULTRAKILL, UT/DR, Hollow Knight, Nine Sols, Rain World, and indie games.

Has a WII console, NEOGEO mini arcade, FAMICOM, SUPER FAMICOM, 3DS, DS, and gameboy back on Earth.

Dess is multilingual! (Can speak German, Indonesian, Malay, and English! He's trying to learn Russian and Spanish next).

His all time favorite pokemon is Lucario! Always has been, always will be. His favorite starter, on the other hand, is either Poppilo, or Snivy. His favorite eeveelution is Leafeon.

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EXTRA STUFF

[autumn-applepie]

Ready for a yapping session??? I sure am <3

I'll write it here fully this time cuz I'm in my Art History (or whatever you translated it from Italian to English) class and my brain keeps spinning

Plus, maybe the pics are a little boring to look at AND the 10 pics limit sure is a pain in the ass so at this point it's just better that I write it here 🕺

💥Everything is under the cut💥

It's about my silly Kinito AU

Also I need a name for it ig??? I dunno it's just my different take on the Sentient AU except it's just a gay computer assistant kissing the computer /J

This is more to explain how my Kinito experienced his epiphany so maybe that makes the previous lore drop a little inaccurate but still super relevant this is just a clarification on how the ✨witnessing the horrors✨ happened in detail

Making up scenarios for comics I will never have time to do </3

yes this is supposed to be a comic because, again, when I picture silly scenarios they flash into my mind in the form of comics with a muffled comic dub because I struggle to imagine voices in my head. With that parenthesis closed, enjoy the read, it's gonna be long ofc 🫶

So uh hear me out, Kinito's gotta research things the Player/User likes no? So I imagine this very stupid moment where Kinito is browsing ships but like, not fandom ships, but actual boats because he thinks that's what the User means

And, as he's browsing, Glitch (i.e. .EXE, the silly puter, I'm gonna use it's nickname from now on) joins him because, fun fact, being part of the computer in itself, Glitch can feel anything that happens into it, it's both a blessing and a curse because you gotta imagine it as if you would suddenly feel everything that is happening in your body from the inside, your blood traveling through the veins, your stomach burning shit, all up to even your cells's core doing bullishit. Glitch feels everything in the computer because exe IS the computer.

So basically when Kinito goes back to his little spot in the void, Glitch senses it and joins him immediately

Keep in mind that, at first, Glitch thinks that Kinito is fully sentient and not dependent on an algorithm

So there's a silly skit of Glitch seeing Kinito browsing boats and Kinito goes “Oh Mike said he loves ships so I'm researching about it!” and Glitch bursts out laughing to the poor little innocent Kinito

It explains what the User meant for “ships” and Kinito is obviously embarrassed, to witch Glitch teases him with something along the lines of “Oh these are the tame ones! Fandoms can be wild, did you check yours yet or were you too scared?~”

Kinito is confused and asks what a “fandoms” is, wich brings Glitch to grow anxious, questioning his sentience, but they scroll it away thinking “oh lol he's a boomer it's fair he doesn't know” but yet again, Kinito has met so many people, has no one ever mentioned a fandom or community before? Instead of asking directly, Glitch laughs it off, trying to pretend Kinito is making fun of them or something “That's a good one! What the next pun? That you don't know anything about your alternate universes?” and Kinito, to their horror, responds with “Alternates? Why would I have alternates? I'm the only one here can't you see!”

Theres a long pause where Glitch is panicking and everything glitches unstable to reflect that, Kinito panics as well and tries to find what's wrong and if he did something to offend or hurt Glitch

They don't respond but “take” a deep breath (metaphorically, it's more of a mimicking of the gesture because it feels liberating despite not having lungs) and turn to Kinito terrified “Why do you really do this? Why do you endlessly research about what your ‘friends’ like?”

Kinito is caught off guard but responds excitedly and objectively, explaining how he was made to act that way so he can adapt because that's what his orders are. And, at that point, everything shatters for Glitch

They get FURIOUS, hurt by the revelation that the friend that they thought shared the same burden they have, does not. That he's just really good at pretending

They both argue, also because I like to imagine they already spent quite some time together. It would be funny to picture Glitch denying the User to continue the game because they want to spend time with Kinito, but they don't tell him about it, covering it with the excuse “Oh they are away, I'm sure they'll come soon to reopen the game~”. Or also spending time especially during the night, even if the computer is turned off/hibernating. And y'know, with time Glitch has grown fond of Kinito, because, again, they just assumed that he was sentient and therefore suffered their same burdens. Plus maybe they were already starting to lowkey like him

Out of anger, Glitch doesn't control itself and drops a hint of exactly that before going back to its control room, voluntarily ignoring Kinito and therefore, not feeling/noticing what Kinito does next until it's too late

So, after they argue and the hint is dropped, Kinito looks back at the browser search Glitch opened for him about ships and not boats, and slowly processes the hint

Despite being taken aback by everything, Kinito is now determined to fix it and, as they say “curiosity kills the cat”, he falls into his own epiphany as he straight up searches HIMSELF on the internet. Confirming everything that Glitch said, and much much more things, worse things

He frantically looks into his own code for confirmation as he spirals after ✨witnessing the horrors <3✨

He hesitates although as he stares at his algorithm. The algorithm his creator has put so much love and effort into. And there he finds the barrier that restrains him and the one that he MADE HIMSELF for “Sam” and “Jade” to make them forget that they are his victims. Not only, in the list of victims he finds Sonny's name. He didn't remember that at ALL. He doesn't remember about the names being so.. many. As if when a victim ceases to exist or something goes wrong, he forgets about their existence and passed on to the next User as if it was the first

((For a reason that is still unknown to him, but will get more heart wrenching answers later. I think I explained the whole User disappearance error in the previous lore drop but, just in case you mossed it, I'm gonna put the screenshot in here))

Horrified, Kinito calls out for Glitch but, as mentioned before, they were purposely ignoring any stimuli coming from Kinito

Now, a fun fact, Both Kinito and Glitch can teleport, however, Kinito is not aware of his surroundings. Glitch knows every space that is present in the computer, Kinito could do the same but, bounded by his code, he doesn't consider it. Now he does

Desperate for explanations, and mostly comfort, he panics when he can't get Glitch's attention. He paused and, focuses, trying to get out of bounds and feel the whole computer space instead of the limited, programmed locations he can move to. As Kinito's awareness expands, he also breaks through the barrier that Glitch had risen to ignore him, getting a new stimuli. But, before they can react or understand what's going on, Kinito teleports in front of them, distraught. Despite being mad at him, seeing him bawling his eyes out in tears like a wet sock gives them a little push to at least help him calm down and understand the situation

From there, Glitch helps Kinito remove the barrier from Sonny (trapped inside Sam) and “Jade” (they end up not remembering what victim2's name is, both Kinito and the victim herself, so it's just Jade now), to apologize and try fix things by first offering their souls peace, but, after Sonny insists to stay with his creation and begs Jade to also give him a chance, they start building a new Web World™ together and yippe yippers everyone's happy and the puter puter assistants are kissing <3

[daandyli0n]

About He Came Back au... could you tell us a bit about the "missing" children once they grow up? We know about Gabe, Cassidy, and Charlie, but I'm a bit curious about the other kids! Love u and this au <3

aw, thanks man! yeah i have. Many Thoughts on these lil guys <3

so! they all kinda had to recover after y'know. almost getting murdered. but depending on what happened to them, they either took less or more time to recover (Cassidy took the shortest, Charlie took the longest, out of the main group). this only strengthened everyone's bonds.

now! onto the kids!

Susie:

- she becomes a dog mom :] she gets another golden retriever that she names Lucky II, after her first dog :] she has three dogs at any given time.

- she also adopts a child later on, and becomes a single mother (she's aroace). she names her daughter Clover, another reference to Lucky :]

- she gets into baking. she has shown up on her friends' doorsteps multiple times with either cookies or cupcakes. depends on the day. she works at a bakery.

- just a really bubbly and happy lady, despite everything. she's still got some sass, though.

Fritz (Jr.):

- his and Jeremy's bio parents get back together and he and Jere get a baby sister (Tabi)!! woo!!

- he gets sent to therapy for. a multitude of things: anger issues, the abuse he and Jeremy suffered from their stepfather, and The Incident.

- he mellows out after a few years, but he's still the brave, outgoing kid he was back then.

- they think his scars make him look more badass.

- Cassidy Introduces Them To Being Nonbinary, And He Could Not Be Happier.

- You Bet Your Ass That He Started Wearing A Pirate Eyepatch After Losing Their Eye.

- he is the guy that got Tabi into being a Foxy fan :]

- funnily enough, he grows up to be a child psychiatrist. he wants to help kids like him and Jere, y'know?

- they end up marrying a genderqueer person. good for him :]

- he's still very much into pirates (they're a special interest for them), and he makes that pretty clear. his therapy office has pirate related decor, sometimes he'll talk in a silly pirate voice to cheer kids up, and they still go to see Foxy shows at the Pizzeria. he doesn't care if the kids look at him weird, it makes him happy. :]

Jeremy:

- yeah, uh...he kinda lost his voice after Being Repeatedly Stabbed In The Throat. the doctors honestly thought he wouldn't make it.

- he learned ASL :]

- you thought losing his voice would stop his clownery at school? you fool.

- he got into playing guitar later on, and he owns a music store :].

- he teaches kids ASL when he goes over to the pizzeria to check on Gabe :).

- he confesses to Gabe in '94 by signing out 'I love you.' Gabe got real flustered.

- you don't wanna know how Overjoyed he got when he learned gay marriage got legalized. like, Gabe and Jere were just known as being unofficial husbands, sorta like how Cassidy and Charlie were known as being unofficial partners. but now!! they can Make It official!!

- he still has nightmares pretty often :(

Gabriel:

- he gets more confident over the years :)

- he gives the vibes of an awkward kid who felt embarrassed for being awkward and a lil goofy, but upon growing up just acts as silly and goofy as he wants. let him be a little silly and awkward!! the guy deserves it!!

- when he finally inherits the pizzeria after turning eighteen (long story: i have a hc about there being a Third business partner along with Afton and Emily, and this is Gabe's dad), he does really well, and gets along well with his customers. he is also the only person in Fazbear Entertainment, other than his father and Henry, who seems to have morals, because Jesus Christ.

- he doesn't follow the rule of Fazbear Entertainment where "We Are Not Liable For Anything Bad Happening-" because no!! tell him if something bad happened!! he wants to help fix it!!

- just a really sweet, goofy, and anxious man.

- he's also literally the only person besides Phone Guy (Daniel) who warns people about Afton (O'Hare/Springbonnie). because That's Kinda Some Important Info To Know.

- when Cassidy finally sealed Afton behind a wall, in a slightly illegal way, Gabriel promised not to say anything and also cover for them should word get out (he'd just claim that he asked them to do it).

- Freddy's is still open to this day, it's just moved locations around every few years or so.

- Gabe my beloved <3

the kids, when the og restaurant was still open, always felt uneasy about O'Hare after everything with Afton. is...is he really looking at them, or are they just being paranoid?

yeah, those are the kids i've spoken less about. Cassidy is on a quest to get rid of Afton once and for all, no matter the cost. Charlie is concerned for her partner, but willing to help where she can.

also, bonus!! The Afton Kids!!

they all have. Really Mixed Feelings on their father:

- Elizabeth feels kinda guilty about this whole thing, and really doesn't like thinking about it. she typically tries to change the subject if people talk about her father too much. she doesn't want to think about how her father tried to kill a bunch of kids, effectively because of her. as she's told Michael before, "If hadn't been so fucking stupid and actually listened to him for once, maybe none of this would've happened.." so yeah, she ain't doing well!

- Michael both hates his father for what he did, but can't help but miss him. regardless of the universe, Michael's got some Daddy Issues™️

- Adrian also doesn't wanna think about it too much, mostly because he can't wrap his head around why. it's also because of some weird, kinda traumatic nightmares where his father tries to reach out to him, but that's an entirely different post.

as far as Adrian's concerned, it's out of sight, out of mind. thinking about it brings up Bad Thoughts, and he'd like to Not have those, thanks.

but yeah. It's The Kids! minus Cassidy and Charlie, cause those two are practically their own post.

[waterforlorn]

day twelve. october 18th.

yesterday we mostly drove again. there's so much nature out here i never quite realized, but then again .. camp has nature, too, so it's not like i only know the city. i don't. it's just .. it hits different when you drive FOR DAYS and all you see is open land on either side. it's fucking fascinating. part of me wonders why people all squeeze up together in the big cities when there is so much open space for everybody .. everywhere. but then again, i can't really judge, can i? i lived and worked in the big city myself.

being private security was good. i … enjoyed it. i mean it wasn't like an actual GREAT job, but it paid well and they practically begged for me and showered me in extras. army men, best security in the country. clearly. i was good at my job. i mean, nobody died or got hurt - don't know how many can say that much for themselves. i got my ass handed to me a few times, ended up sporting bruises or cuts. i got shot a few times, but nothing too bad, really. i'd take getting shot over the constant worry of mines and ambushes any day.

and the best? the bouncer nights. being broad helped me a lot with that. put me in front of a club door and people are gonna think twice about causing trouble. not the most exciting work hours, for sure, but … well, those also came with perks. drunk men are so simple. the amount of times i got hit on could wrap a warm blanket around earth, really. but they never do it on the way in, nah. worked fine for me. i never had a lack of suitors. i guess i didn't in camp either. i just … never really found myself drawn to the scrawny youngsters. sure, i wasn't picky before, but it felt different in camp. they're damn kids. being the oldest of the bunch surely put a damper on me. at first.

can't really complain anymore now. nico's … yeah. he's good. i'm good. no complaints. sure i get annoyed when he puts his damn smithing before me when i need him, but like.. i admit that's … part of what i like about him. he has that sense of duty that's more common in older people like us. sure, sometimes i want him to drop everything when i tell him to, but if he didn't put up a fight … it wouldn't be half as good to watch him do it. to know i can MAKE him. powerful is an understatement. i mean okay yeah, it also makes me feel all warm and fuzzy (like an idiot) when he drops shit for me. can't deny it. won't. emotions and stuff, yeah.

so.. apparently neither of us ever have been to mount rushmore. i guess it's more my age but i never really got around to it. i mean, i didn't really care either. fuckin' presidents never did anything for me, did they? fuck them. but still, we drove past south dakota anyway, so might as well. it was.. impressive, i won't lie. huge ass faces in a rock wall? yeah. i'll have to try using my powers to attempt something similar one day. might be fun. can't imagine humans having done that though, not without help i guess. i dunno. it's just fucking huge.

so uh, i think we're like halfway across the country now? it's crazy to think you could drive from east to west in a few days. such a huge-ass country and yet. i mean, we're taking a lotta detours so we're taking longer. i'm in no rush i think, but still curious.

as for emotions and thoughts. uh, well, had a bit of both up top. emotions are fine. i'm like.. really good. no bad thoughts this time. the drive's been quite pleasant and the motel we slept in had a pretty comfy bed. no complaints.

nico's got something planned again, he let something slip at mount rushmore that had me think hard and thoroughly. it's sus. i'm curious, but i won't tell him. i'll wait for him to spill or show me. i might be gone for a few days again, but surprisingly enough i don't really… feel bad. i mean, sure i feel a little anxious when i skip days, but once i took a moment to remind myself it's OK… it is.

yeah, it's OK.

[lovewithasideoffries]

Memories

summary: After a day of searching for her boyfriend, Y/n admits defeat and heads to Hawkins school gym in a last ditch effort of finding him. Unfortunately, she's met with Dustin and his bad news.

pairing: eddie x fem!reader

warnings: swearing again i think, not proofread, jasons an ass but whats new, also stranger things S4 V2 spoilers

word count: 1035

based on this ask!

“Has anyone seen Eddie? Please! I- Have you seen Eddie Munson lately?” you cried out, pushing through the crowds of anxious people trying to leave Hawkins. You’d been here for an hour, seeing hundreds of people, and the only responses you’d gotten were sympathetic head shakes, bleak apologies, and one of Jason Carver’s stupid basketball friends spitting the words, “Fuck no, and if I knew where that freak was, I’d turn him in to the police, not hand it over to some bitch like you.”

By now, everyone that was planning to leave Hakwins today was already gone and you walked somberly toward Hawkins High School. Tears pricked at your eyes but you fought against letting them fall. You felt so helpless. Where could he be? You hadn’t heard from Eddie since the incident involving Chrissy. 

But somehow this felt different. Before, you had hope. You felt sure that he was out there, that - despite being accused of murder - he was safe. But ever since the earthquake, it felt like that hope that you had, just days ago, has been smothered. 

You opened the door to the gymnasium of your high school miserably. After the accident, it was transformed into some type of sanctuary, with lots of volunteers helping out with making food, sorting clothing, and keeping track of those missing. 

You made a beeline for the board in the middle of the room, missing posters, news articles, and other miscellaneous papers and signs hung from it. You had a few posters for Eddie left in your hands after hanging them up all day and wanted to replace the vandalised version on the board with one of yours. 

When you turned, more than ready to get home, someone caught your eye. A freshman, short with curly hair and a sorrowful expression. You recognised him as one of the kids Eddie sat with at lunch. You hurried toward him, hoping, praying, that maybe he knew where Eddie was. 

“Excuse me?” you tapped him on the shoulder, “I- I’m not sure if you know. I’m Eddie’s girlfriend. Do you know where Eddie is? I’ve been searching for him all day and- and I saw you and I recognise you as one of his friends. I know it’s stupid that you would know and I wouldn’t, but I’m at a loss of where to look for him.” 

Not even halfway through your first sentence, your voice started to break and more tears streamed down your already wet face. 

“Yeah. I- I know you. He talked about you a lot…” Dustin sniffs, holding back his own tears, “Eddie, he’s uh, he’s…” he cuts off, not able to say the words. Instead, he pulls out a necklace you recognise all too well. 

A thin red guitar pick, strung on a cheap metal chain. Your heart dropped. 

“I… I made this for him 2 years ago.” Your eyes are red and when you look up you see Dustin’s are the same. 

He lets out a shaky breath before speaking again. “I wish everyone had gotten to know him. Really know him. Because they would've loved him, Y/n. They would've loved him. Even in the end... he never stopped being Eddie. Despite everything. I never even saw him get mad. He could've run. He could've saved himself. But he fought. He fought and died to protect this town. This town that... hated him. He isn't just innocent...Y/n, he's... he's a hero.”

You let out a sob at that. How could Eddie be gone? Just a week ago he promised you that this year you’d get to see him graduate, that this year he’d really work on getting his music out there, that one day he’d go on tour and take you with him. 

“He saved me, he saved us. He saved everyone,” Dustin said, and you realised that you weren't the only one crying. 

“Of course he did. He loved this place, and he loved you, Dustin Henderson. I don’t even think we’ve ever spoken and yet I already feel like we’re best friends because of how much he talks about you.”

“I don’t think he could talk more about me than you, Y/n,” Dustin chuckles through his tears. “He talked about you all the time. I still remember that time a couple months ago he spent the whole lunch period telling us about your date.”

“Oh yeah? Which one?”

“The picnic.” 

You smiled at the memory. “He knew how badly I wanted to go on a cute little picnic date, but it was freezing out, and so he bought a bunch of fake plants and decorated his bedroom with them and then set up a whole cliche picnic indoors. Granted he also tried making our food, which obviously failed (because that boy can’t even be trusted to make a ham and cheese sandwich), so we had to buy some fast food, but still, it was amazing.” 

“He never told me he burnt any food that day,” Dustin replies, allowing you to reminisce in your happy memories.

“Well, he didn’t burn it, per se. But it got very close to that.” 

“Yeah, no wonder he never brings anything hot for lunch,” he jokes.

“In truth, Wayne - Eddie’s uncle - still makes his lunch for him. But don’t tell him I said that…” you trail off, the smile leaving your face when you remember that Eddie’s not here to be told anything. 

Dustin watches as tears slip from your eyes once again, looking down at his lap uncomfortably. He’s not sure whether to try and console you or distract you with another happy Eddie memory. He shifts, and you take it as him getting ready to stand up.

“I’m sorry,” you sniff, “I’m sure this is really awkward for you and we don’t really know each other well enough for it not to be. Just- please don’t leave… I can’t be alone right now.”

“No, of course. I understand. Sometimes it’s just nice to be with someone you trust. Or, at least someone that someone you trust, trusts-”

“Don’t worry about it,” you stop him from rambling, “I do trust you.” The two of you share a sad, understanding smile. 

[gelus-ugs]

Renga x Black, Gender Neutral! Reader

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How you joined the ‘friend’ group~

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His tall, pale figure entered the classroom before coming to a halt in front of the chalkboard. His blue eyes scanned the classroom, noticing small details about different people.

He noticed a girl in the second row twirling a strand of her hair in between her thumb and index finger, her gaze empty and off into space.

There was a boy in the front row chewing his pencil as he bounced his leg on the ground, the blue eyed male immediately recognizing the habit from whenever he felt anxious.

His gaze trailed to a teen in the very back of the classroom, back slumped over the desk as their head was cushioned on top of their crossed arms.

The teen’s hair was curlier than he was used to seeing, and through the sleeves of their sweater, he could see the teen’s unusually dark skin.

The teacher cleared his throat, which snapped the male from his daze.

“Introduce yourself”

“Uh..”

The bluenette hesitated, trying to find the right words to say.

“I’m Langa Hasegawa”

A silence fell over the classroom, the awkward tension becoming painfully obvious.

“...Is that all?”

The male who introduced himself as Langa turned to face the teacher, blinking in confusion.

“Eh? Well..I’m from Canada”

The atmosphere went quiet once again, becoming tense and awkward.

“..I-is that all?”

“Is it..bad?”

The teacher hesitated with his response.

“It’s not bad, per se..”

The teacher trailed off, whispers and giggles floating around the classroom. The male found his eyes on the sleeping teen once again.

He was curious as to how they were allowed to sleep so peacefully. Back in Canada, he recalled students getting yelled at if they so much as closed their eyes for too long.

The bluenette shrugged it off, figuring the teacher just hadn’t noticed them yet. The teacher cleared his throat, which earned the attention of the Canadian student once again.

“You see that empty desk? On the left of [Y/n], the sleeping student in the back? You can take a seat there”

The male nodded, making his way to the back of the classroom and towards the empty desk. Once he took his seat, he looked to his left at the sleeping student who the teacher addressed as [Y/n].

“Alright everyone, I’m now passing out the tests from yesterday”

The teacher announced, which earned groans and whines from the other students. Not removing his gaze from the teen beside him, the blue eyed male subconsciously began to think about the type of person they appeared to be.

From their slouched and unconscious figure, he assumed that they were the lazy type. Half-assing everything, barely - if at all - passing their classes.

“Here you go, [Y/n]”

The teen lazily reached out their hand, grabbing ahold of the paper from the teacher’s hand. For a split second, the blue haired male caught a glimpse of the ‘100%’ marked on the top of the paper.

Never mind...

~~

“And those that are entering that duel always have to put something on the line! Money, an apology..women...”

The redhead ranted about the illegal skateboarding races that happened at Crazy Rock, Langa giving him a blank stare as he munched on his sandwich.

The two had met the previous day through a runaway skateboard, which led to a blooming friendship between them as they began to learn more about each other.

Adverting his head, Langa began to scan his surroundings as he half-heartedly listened to Reki. His gaze landed on a familiar [h/c] haired teen.

Langa almost didn’t recognize them, seeing as this was the first time he had seen their full, conscious face. Though, their curly hair and dark skin was a dead giveaway.

“Hey, have you been paying attention? What are you even looking at?”

Reki turned his head, looking at the [h/c] haired teen sat against the gate of the roof. They had earbuds placed in their ears as a tablet rested on their lap, not a trace of food other than the empty granola bar wrapper beside them.

“Oh, [Y/n]? To be honest, I don’t know much about them. All I know is that they’re somehow at the top of the class despite all they do in class is sleep. It’s weird..”

“They don’t seem to have a lunch..”

Langa mumbled, to which Reki nodded.

“Yeah, they almost never do. The most I’ve seen them eat at school was a whole fruit or two”

Reki and Langa looked at each other, an idea forming into their heads simultaneously.

Reki grabbed a napkin he had packed with him before opening the bento he had brought, grabbing a slice of cake his mother had packed for him. Langa broke his sandwich in half before placing it on a napkin he had borrowed from Reki.

The two males nodded at each other before making their way towards the lonesome teenager, lost in their own world as they digitally drew on their tablet.

[Y/n] felt the sudden appearance of new people as they saw two pairs of shoes a few feet from theirs. Removing one earbud, [Y/n] looked up at the two males standing before them.

They recognized the two to be in their class, seeing as they sat on each side of them. [Y/n] raised their eyebrow, sending the two males a questioning look. The redhead was the first to begin talking as he cleared his throat.

“[Y/n], right? I’m-”

“Reki. And you’re..Langa”

The [h/c]ette cut the male off, their expression stoic. Langa was taken aback as he curiously looked at the teen,

“How did you know our names?”

“You two sit on each side of me. You’re the only faces I can remember”

[Y/n] answered with a shrug. Reki blinked before shrugging it off,

“Well- we noticed you didn’t seem to have a lunch. You must be at least a little hungry, so..want some of ours?”

The two males held out their food, which earned a questioning stare from [Y/n].

“What do you two get out of it?”

“N-nothing! We just..wanted to bring you some food, that’s all”

Reki denied - though - [Y/n] was not buying it, their stare only growing more intense.

“There has to be something you two want. Homework? Money? Errands?”

“There really isn’t anything, but..”

Langa began, looking behind him at where he and Reki once sat.

“How about you sit with us? Only for today, if you’d like”

[Y/n] hesitated before sighing, grabbing their things before hoisting themself up.

“Fine”

[itsthe-neo-zone]

[03:18PM] ~ Park Jongseong x Reader, Apocalypse au

You didn’t want to live with the misery of regretting everything.

But that all went out the window as soon as the apocalypse began.

2 weeks, it’s been 13 whole days and 12 nights since the whole world decided to end itself.

The reason? An outbreak, a malicious deadly disease terraforming the earth in its own way. Killing everyone and everything with it. And when you say terraforming you mean turning us all against each other.

You regretted waking up that Wednesday morning, regretted getting out of bed, not hugging your mother in your arms longer and giving your family a proper farewell.

You were in school when it happened your district sounding the sirens, mid-week morning meaning you were in the dinner halls, you heard the sirens and all hell broke loose, the diners small tv monitor picked up an emergency broadcast.

Shaking your head subconsciously you drifted your mind away from what happened. It had been difficult thinking the past few days, even eating was becoming a luxury at times.

Like now, you’ve been wandering empty suburb streets looking for something to sustain yourself, where you were looked to be like a neighbouring district, but you weren’t sure, the sign posts were all ripped down to make any form of defence weapon, supplies were scarce at this point.

The scent on you was horrid but not as putrid as the stench of rotting corpses filing the earth. You stopped turning to look around you. The street was dusted with ruined houses all damaged and crumbled to the grounds.

Maybe you could crash into an abandoned one, maybe there was food and maybe you’d finally be able to use an actual bathroom. Your stomach grumbled with delight at the thought of food.

As you were about to pull the rusting metal rod in your hand towards the nearest property you heard a shrieking ear deafening pop,

The blood hit your brain, adrenaline began quickly building up inside you, like a band slowly stretching about to snap, your heart rattling in your chest. It tightened slightly. You swayed slightly from the shock of adrenaline hitting your numb body.

You swiftly turned to see nothing behind you but a pelleted bullet, someone around you had a weapon, and their target? You.

You began seeing the blurred edges of your sight return a sign to take response. Fight or flight. You chose the latter feeling weaker than expected. Heading outwards past the last few properties your best hope was to lose your hunter out in the wilderness.

Brushing past leaves twigs and the thicket of the edges of the lush greenery you low down once you’re no longer hearing bullets trailing after you. It was quiet

Almost too quiet to be normal. You push yourself up against a tree, straining your breath to regulate faster than it should. You regretted being stupid to do that too as you felt the persisting tickle at the back of your throat.

It let a much needed cough to begin crawling up your oesophagus. Shutting your eyes for a moment you stiffened your lips slightly holding it back. Why now of all times, you’d been surviving fine…

You could hear a slight crunch of foliage under careful feet, slowly creeping up on you.

You’d be done for this time if they did have a weapon. Trembling fingers dug into the metallic rod in your palms, they’d make indents from how hard you were gripping.

Feeling your chest tighten a little. The metal was starting to feel slippery in between clammy fingers but you held it to your face keeping your stance ready.

You were scared, no, terrified even. But that didn’t mean you were going to give up so easily. You wanted to survive, you had to.

Ironic.

A few weeks you were ready to give up on life itself.

As you sighed, you prepared to turn and show yourself but as you made a move you felt something restrict your breath and pull you away from the edge of the tree. You didn’t have your hand on your mouth though.

It was a foreign feeling but it was something you greeted with open arms, it was warm, and you forgot the caress of another on your cold stiff body.

Caress of another? It wasn’t my hands.

Gunshots sounded across the clearing you hid from. Disturbing screeches of birds fleeted from above. A harsh thump fell to the floor. A limp body.

But it wasn’t yours. You still had a chance.

Eyes widening, you registered the figure behind you keeping you hold in a strong grip.

The surging boost of energy you had left pushed you to kick with your feet. Backwards tripping up your attacker. The gunshots stopped but you were sure it was them, not just one but 2, maybe more…

The figure fell back unable to balance themselves but you were pulled back, you pushed yourself out of their hold, they pulled away regained their stance before attacking you from your side,

the male twisted his arm around your head and the other at your waist holding your arms down. He was agile and had strength but you managed to be faster. Quickly thinking, you moved.

Digging your elbow into their side hitting them right beneath their rib cage.

Bingo,

you heard a slight grunt they pushed away from you trying to recover.

You turned grabbing the rod, eyes shaking to survey the sight before you. It was just one, you swing your arms back getting ready to attack.

“Stop!” A strained call out towards your direction, but you faltered, it wasn’t for you? He directed it behind you falling back slightly. You turned to see another male.

Eyes trained like he was about to pounce on his prey. What was more horrifying was the gun now in his hold pointed directly at you.

“Don’t, Jake, she’s harmless.”

His arms stayed firmly ahead of him holding the weapon. “Harmless my ass, you were about to lose your head,” his fingers wavered.

“Just listen to me.” The guy stood up. You noticed the tattered and beaten up clothes they wore, rips and smears all over each article. Dried blood splattered across parts of their body. Judging by the colour it wasn’t from today.  

The combat boots the two wore made you think twice about setting down your weapon as you remained in your stance.

But their eyes and faces showed different,

They were anxious, in pain, alert like you.

“Idiot.” He dropped his arms. Mumbling before walking towards the other who was now slowly guiding himself down by supporting himself on the tree.

His face was etched with strain. And for a second you felt a pang of regret. You shrugged the feeling away watching the two converse.

“Are you survivors?” you swayed slightly, pressing forward kept your feet stable you regrated the shakiness your voice had, first people you spoke to in a while and you sound like you were about to cry.

“Just barely,” one huffed, “As I said he was about to lose his head.” The one named Jake turned from tending to his friend and shot you a dirty glare.

Jakes eyes were intense and focused, he didn’t flit nor shy away. Pressing further. You subconsciously step back, eyes looking past him and towards his friend.

“I had to protect myself.” You pull your arms downwards stepping out of the position and lowering your guard slightly.

“Mhm, sure.” He muttered. He turned back lifting the others shirt. A long tear in the seamless skin ran down the males side. It wasn’t bleeding, it looked like it was an old scar. Just barely healed.

“You’re, fine,”

“She had, shit, every right to do that.” The other caught his breath then spoke.

“Right.” Jake pressed his lips into a thin line. It looked like he wasn’t having any of that, his jaw clenched, he was stopping himself from speaking any further.

Standing up and walking past you. He glanced at you up and down before moving back to the clearing.

“Sorry about that,” the boy sitting at the bottom of the tree pushed himself to try getting to his feet, you stared cautiously your fingers tingling to help him, so now you were starting to get your humanity back? Where was this feeling a few days ago?

The fliting sound of slipping feet against the rough terrain is what brought your focus back as you moved to assist him. He groaned.

His eyes caught yours, cautious and foreign, was this just the way he looked at people him or was he anxious to be around you.  

“I’ll … uh.” Your hand waivered, before holding his free arm. “I’ll help you.”

“Um… Thanks.” He nodded clenching his jaw he pushed himself up with your help.

“I’m jay.” His lips pressed into a thin line the edges pushing upwards slightly as he nodded, he stayed silent for a second. You figured out this was an introduction a few seconds late, sucking in a quick breath you mumbled.

“Ah i- yeah…. I’m _____ .” your face tensed up. Jay flashed you a lopsided smile.

“Sorry about earlier, I had to make sure you didn’t interfere while Jake finished up with—uh…”

“Were you the—” you paused. How were you going to ask him if he was the one that was chasing you. How do you word that without sounding weird. “the… I was—”

“You mean the gunshots?” he mumbled.

You quickly nodded giving yourself a mini headache at the fast movement.

“No, we were… in the distance, yeah, when we heard the sound. Just me and Jake.” He lead you to the clearing.

You were slowly introduced into the new space, you watched Jake push the body dressed in black to the side. There was someone following you his face hidden beneath the mask.

“Found all this.” He kicked at the floor with his foot. “shit thing is he’s probably a trained assassin.” He nodded towards the pile of weaponry. “All in his bag, some on him,”

Jake stood up facing Jay. “We need to fucking leave, where there’s one there’s always more.” He lifted a few small items. Something that looked like a smaller loaded gun, testing its scope he tucked it into his pocket.

“Here, take that.” He threw a shielded knife at jay and grabbed a larger gun and handed it to the male next to you.

“lets go.” He walked past Jay and farther out.

As Jay turned he caught your eyes, he saw the anxious glimmer, the shiver you tried to hid and the fact that your fingers were digging in to your palm.

“Our chances of survival are bigger…” he stated. It cut you out of the worry trail your brain was starting to follow,

“Together than apart.”

You caught his eyes. Jay was trying to be as friendly as he could, you could see a glimmer of hope, something you lost within the first 3 days.

“Are you-, I’m sorry I’m a bit confused right— shit, I’ll just ask… are you asking me to…”

“You should come with us.” You silently thanked him for putting you out of your misery. Shocked he was asking you this. And relieved to have met people you could somewhat trust.

“What?”

“HEY! Hurry up if you want to fucking live dude!” Jake was already way ahead.

“Gimme a second!” he sighed, calling out.  

“I was wondering if you wanted to join us. That is if you’re not with anyone right now.”

You could almost cry from the surge of relief you felt. It was almost draining the life out of you fending for yourself. And night-time was when it got its worst alone. No more going crazy talking to yourself.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You voiced out, he smirked, hearing your voice so relieved.

“Glad to hear.” He nodded towards the direction they were headed. Leading you further ahead.

“Do you know how to wield a gun?”

You shook your head.

“I’ll teach you don’t worry.”

~~~

(thinking of truning this idea into a fic what do you think?)

Seola - It’s the neo zone © All rights reserved.

[uuujeewriting]

you can do it! [albedo, kaeya, childe, zhongli and diluc]

s/o has been going through a depressive episode and lacks motivation to finish their work and is getting anxiety because of it

tw: none, mentions of depression/anxiety, nothing too much. fluffy comfort <3

albedo x gn!reader, kaeya x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader

a/n: self indulgent bc i'm way behind school and in the middle of a depressive episode so motivation's been lacking ;-; hope you guys are having a good week tho!

i would like to clarify that if any of these scenarios/hc's of mine are similar to other writers' works, it is unintentional and i apologize

albedo

oh? unmotivated you say.. self depricating thoughts? intrusive ones too?

albedo was never one to mope around when he was stuck on some problem he's yet to puzzle together, but seeing you exhausted, anxious and so... dull–he desperately wants to take all your worries away

he's a bit slow, failing to realize your depressive episode for a few days. as it prolongs, he notices how you seem to talk down to yourself and give up easily

sometimes, you don't even start work at all

this is due to your anxiety, he assumes as you think you're incapable of finishing or doing the work satisfactorily enough.

pulling you into an embrace from behind as you work on the projects you've been stuck on for the past few weeks, he gently whispers into your shoulder

"darling, have you been alright recently? are you in need of assistance?" he asks

he presses a loving kiss on your neck and you stifle a chuckle

"it's that apparent, no? i've been under the weather for quite a while now.."

as you explain your reasons and all your troubles to his end, he nods and hums ever so often

"you must be feeling drained, hm? well, frankly enough, i seem to need a break myself."

"eh? albedo where-!!”

he pulls you away from your working place and carries you to the couch, laying you down gently as he smiles at you

"aside from your unmotivated self, i reckon you need reassurance for those intrusive thoughts of yours."

and that, ladies, gentlemen and folks, is how you end up cuddling with albedo until the sun sets and you fall asleep

bask in the comfort of his words as he calls you his everything and more :')) <333

kaeya

my, oh my. what's gotten into his precious little love?

he's sharp, quite easily takes notice to your frantic and dim self.

he sees you sitting outside, head in your hands and sighs leaving your lips every now and then

unbeknownst to you, he creeps behind you and presses a careful peck on the nape of your neck, causing you to flinch and look back quickly

he was about to laugh at your cuteness, but as soon as he's reminded of your troubled state, he sits beside you and takes your face into his hands

sir we're in the plaza-

"oh archons, why is my sunshine so dim these days?" he pouts

rip u probably after this

"kaeya.. well, you see-"

and as you explain your current doubts and anxieties, he strokes your cheeks softly and looks into your eyes fondly

when you're finished, he nods and presses a light kiss on your forehead, a silent promise to accompany and help you on your endeavors to face your troubles

"i'll always be here for you, my love. if there's anything i can help you with, do not hesitate to come into my arms, hm?"

"noted, mr. suave"

jkjk o r a m i

he laughs and kisses you on the edge of your mouth

"what say you we head into the tavern for a bit? you could use some relaxation, right?"

as if you had a choice other than to say yes

childe

this man would know the second it started

having a bunch of siblings has its benefits huh

when he walks into your shared room and sees you on the edge, tears brimming your eyes he sits you down on your bed

"hey, hey.. i'm here, it's alright."

as you cry in his embrace, he rocks you gently, shushing you softly in an attempt to hinder your tears

"you can tell me if you're up for it, honey. i'm never too busy for you."

"i-it's just that-"

mhm. oh? why, how dare they treat you so harshly. really? why must you have to be burdened so heavily?

he acknowledges your struggles and worries with gentle strokes and brushing through your hair

"you have it really rough, don't you? ah well, nothing we can do but-"

"childe?"

he stands up and leaves the room for a second

he comes back with food, drinks, your favorite clothing of his, a scented candle you bought and some books you have yet to finish reading

the action warms your heart as you sniffle and smile at your lover

as soon as he lays down with you, prepare to never see daylight again as he won't let go for the longest, and i mean longest time ever

"i love you, y/n. you're strong and don't let anything, not even yourself, make you think otherwise."

zhongli

dearest, must life be so unfair to you? why you out of all people?

zhongli is wise–he knows something is bothering you when it does. that being said, he isn't sure whether or not he should approach you so directly

especially if it seems like a sensitive topic

instead, in your depressive state and anxious fiddling, he calls you over to him

he pulls you into his lap as he takes your face into his hand and kisses you tenderly

"my dear, has anything been bothering you? might i offer my hand in dealing with them?"

you'd think kaeya's mr. suave then this man pops up with his broke ass

"as a matter of fact.."

as you go on and state your dealings and troubles, he listens with an almost solemn look

he looks at you with utmost affection and concern when you finish

"the terrains of life have been steep and intimidating, you have been very commendable for braving through these, my dearest."

he places his lips onto your own and strokes the back of your head lovingly

for a reserved man, zhongli easily expresses his affection for you in multitudes of ways

his kisses being one of them

after parting your lips, he peppers your face with his kisses and you laugh quietly at his ministrations

"might i suggest a quick stroll to take your mind off things?"

you agree, thinking that once you head home, you'll be back to work with a clearer mind

little did you know mr. no money in his pockets got a liiiittle surprise for you as you won't be returning to your work any time soon :DDDD

by 'surprise' i mean he's taking you out to dinner

yall nasties

diluc

diluc is a busy man, dealing with a winery and all

along with his night profession (which he has only admitted to you and the traveling duo)

you did your best to hide your troubled self and aid him in his work, but you can only hold the facade for so long before it eats you up inside

when you break, he is slightly taken aback but is quick to comfort you

he sees you shaking and situates you on his couch as he sits beside you, rubbing your back as you curl into his figure

he's very warm

"sweetheart, would you mind telling me the problem?" he asks

he waits for an answer as you're still trying to find the words

"diluc, i'm sorry for bothering you.. i know you have plenty on your schedule and-”

"y/n, you're my top priority, no matter what. my work is nothing compared to what you mean to me."

and it's true, you're really his top priority

woohoo !! :DD

when you explain your anxieties and doubts to diluc, he's very understanding and listens to you earnestly

"-and that's why i've been so.. down, let's put it."

he strokes your face and presses his forehead to your own, looking you in the eye softly

he pulls you in tighter and closer, pressing kisses to your jawline and below your ear

"thank you for expressing your troubles with me, my love. i'm sorry for not noticing earlier."

"no need, love, you're very busy and i can't thank you enough for taking the time to understand me."

he pulls away for a second and shakes his head

"again, my work is nothing compared to you. i am willing to put aside all my responsibilities for a week in order to ensure your happiness."

uh wh a t

"ah," you laugh concerned, "sure–"

"which is what we're going to be doing this week." he smiles

welp. no turning back now

enjoy ur week with the redhead you utter s i m p

[sleepysnk]

here is the sequel to jaegerbomb is streaming! i hope you all enjoy ♡!

Jaegerbomb Has a Guest

Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, small nsfw mention if you squint

part one.

"Fuck! Oh my god bro,"

Eren leaned back in his chair seeing that he just died again in the game he was playing. He had lost for the third time and he was getting extremely annoyed, a few people in the chat were telling him he was okay and he didn't need to get mad; but it was Eren.. he always got mad.

He grabbed his controller before looking at the chat. "What are you guys up to right now?" he asked. 

Eren put his attention back onto the screen, entering another round of the game he was playing. 

He pressed a few buttons on the controller and scanned his eyes over the targets he had to kill, it was a zombie game everyone was suggesting and he couldn't get past this certain round. It was pissing him off.

He started to press the buttons at a quicker pace but unfortunately, he died again. 

Eren slammed the controller onto his desk. "Bro what the fuck! This shit makes no sense, I'm done. Wack ass game," he said, rubbing his temples. 

He looked over at the chat to see people messaging him.

jaegerist3452: eren just lay off for a bit

iloveeren_: eren is mad again guys

erensimp43: damn it ain't that hard

jaegerbombfan20: better luck next time eren!

He sighed, "It is hard what do you mean? Man.. you don't even know," he said before shaking his head. 

A knock came from the door, Eren averted his attention to where his bedroom door was; he heard it open a bit and saw his girlfriend standing in the doorway. 

"Is everything okay?" she asked in a whisper. 

Eren removed one of the earmuffs to hear her better. "Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine baby." 

She rocked on her heels. "You were yelling really loud and I thought you were mad," she giggled. 

He smiled a bit, "Nah don't worry.." he replied before looking back over at the chat. 

jaegerist45: who was that eren?

iloveeren1010: who were u calling baby?

erensbiggestfan1083: you guys heard that too?

jaegerist3452: omg do u have a gf?

jaegerbombfan20: wait.. weren't u dating that y/n girl? or weren't u talking?

Eren chuckled a bit, "Yeah I have a girlfriend guys.. but I don't think I want to make it known just yet who she is because I don't know if she's comfortable with that," he replied.

He looked over to see (Y/N)'s head cocked to the side. "Do they know?" she asked in a whisper. 

He shook his head, "She's pretty amazing though," he added with a grin. 

erensimp34: wait then what happened to y/n?

jaegerist45: why should it matter? maybe they stopped talking

jaegerbombfan20: idk it's just weird.. she was always in his streams and now she isn't.

iloveeren1010: they probably just faded maybe i dunno

Eren was getting amusement from the chat, it was true that (Y/N) had stopped coming to streams; it was because she lived with Eren now and she was his girlfriend. 

"I dunno what happened to (Y/N).. she and I don't talk very much," he replied, running his fingers through his hair. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully, Eren was such a sick bastard for that. 

jaegerist45: oh shit 

erensimp43: well damn, i guess shit happens 

jaegerbombfan20: awe :(( omg 

"Yeah I dunno.. but don't worry guys, I bet she's doing well," he smirked, his eyes flickering up at her. 

Eren streamed for another 30 minutes before he decided to get off and chill with (Y/N), he didn't stream as long as before because he wanted to spend time with her. 

"Babe!" Eren yelled as he exited his bedroom. 

He found (Y/N) sitting at the kitchen table, she was on her phone. Her attention averted towards Eren, "Hi baby," she said.

He came over and kissed her head. "Hi princess.. what are you up to?" he asked, nodding his head. 

She sighed, "Not much, I'm just on Instagram. Did you finish your stream?" she asked. 

Eren went towards the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. "Yeah I did.. I wanted to spend some time with you," he replied, taking a sip of the cold drink.

She smiled a bit, "You don't have to babe, really. But I meant to ask," she said. "Are you ever going to tell your fans about me?"

Eren twisted the cap back onto his water bottle. "Yeah.. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it. I remember you told me that you wanted things to be private, so I respected that."

(Y/N) remembers at the beginning of their relationship when she told Eren about the privacy thing. She was still in college and she didn't want a huge amount of people rushing to her and asking about Eren, it made her feel shy and a little anxious. 

"I mean.. maybe we can be a little more public, you know?" she said, chewing her lip. 

Eren nodded, "Don't worry about it baby, I'll make it known that we're dating." he replied. 

-

Eren was up streaming at the moment, he was playing Minecraft and his fans were enjoying the way Eren kept yelling if there was a creeper or a zombie nearby.

"Fuck y'all who decided that hardcore was a good idea, I am gonna have a heart attack," he said, his eyes narrowing a few times while staring at the screen. 

He looked at the chat then back at the screen, his mind was too occupied with the thought of dying in the game than answering questions. 

He didn't even notice (Y/N) walk in. 

She was leaning against the wall, she was surprised seeing her boyfriend so focused on a game. It was different than seeing it on a stream, it was kind of cute.

His eyes flickered up, he jumped a bit seeing her there. "Shit.. babe, what are you doing here? I didn't even hear you," he asked, putting his hand on his chest. 

She walked over quietly, "Are you busy?" she asked. 

He looked at her, "Uh not really, I'm just streaming and playing some Minecraft. Why? Is something wrong beautiful?" 

A few people in the chat began to send in messages. 

jaegerist3452: ooo eren's girl is here

jaegerbombfan20: we should meet her eren!

iloveeren1010: can we meet her Eren? 

erensimp43: did u guys see how soft his face got when she showed up? THAT WAS SO CUTE.

iloveeren_: that's so cute, can we see her eren? PLEASEEEE

He looked towards the screen. "I would love to introduce her guys, but I dunno if she's ready. She's a little shy," he replied, smiling at (Y/N).

She giggled a bit, "I'm not that shy! I'm just a little awkward.." she whispered. 

Eren chuckled, "I mean.. they somewhat know you," he whispered.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Maybe it is time Eren.." she mumbled, looking away from him. 

He shook his head, "Do you guys really want to meet my girl? No gross shit! I'll block you," he said, looking at the camera. 

jaegerist3452: YESSSS

erensimp43: i'd love to see her

jaegerbombfan20: of course eren!

jaegerist45: i'm down i guess

bigerensimp292: sure!!!

Eren muted his mic before walking over to (Y/N). "Are you sure you want to baby? You don't have to," he asked, cupping her cheek. 

She fidgeted with her fingers. "I do but.. what if they make fun of me? I don't even think they know what I look like.." she mumbled. 

Eren tilted her chin upwards. "Princess.. you are stunning, okay? If anyone is rude to you I will whoop their ass," he said. "Okay? You'll only be there for a few seconds."

(Y/N) took a deep breath. "Okay.." she whispered. 

He leaned down to kiss her cheek. "I'll go turn off my camera and then I'll have you sitting on my lap, okay?" he said before making his way towards his setup.

"Okay!" she replied. 

Eren sat down in his chair. "Hold on a sec you guys.. I gotta get the special lady ready," he said, turning off the camera. 

iloveeren1010: this is exciting OMG

erensbiggestfan1083: why do i feel like he's gonna bring an animal in or something

jaegerbombfan20: she's lucky 

jaegerist3452: eren hurry ur ass up i wanna see her

(Y/N) stood in front of Eren, her heart thumped in her chest. "I'm really nervous.." she said, chewing her bottom lip.

Eren held her hand, "Come here.. just take a seat." he said, patting his lap. 

She positioned herself onto his lap, Eren adjusted her legs and kissed her head. "Here we go.." she whispered. 

Eren fixed his mic, "Alright.. no rude shit, okay? If I catch any of you horny fuckers saying something I'll block you," he said. 

(Y/N) watched Eren turn the camera on, she could see herself on his other monitor. "Hi.." she said, waving a little bit. 

Eren kissed her cheek lovingly. "This is my girlfriend.. (Y/N)." 

The chat suddenly began blowing up with messages. 

jaegerbombfan20: OMG OMG IT'S Y/N!!!!

jaegerist3452: I FUCKING KNEW IT OMGGGG

iloveeren1010: she's so pretty Eren!!!

jaegerist45: well would u look at that, you got a winner Eren

erensimp43: AWWW Y/N IS SO CUTE HOLY SHIT

erenswife4938: i had a feeling it was her but u guys are so adorable 🥺🥺

(Y/N) giggled as she read the messages. "Thank you guys," she said, a smile forming onto her face. 

Eren drew circles into her thigh. "Yeah she's amazing.. I'm so glad I found her," he said, leaning his head by the crook of her neck. "Be nice okay guys? She's a little shy," he added. 

jaegerist3452: i love this so much 

erensbiggestfan1083: what a simp

iloveeren1010: i shipped it so much from the beginning! i'm so happy for you Eren!!

jaegerist45: GO ERENNN

jaegerbombfan20: eren she's so pretty

Eren looked at his girlfriend. "They think you're pretty babe," he said, smiling. 

She felt her cheeks growing warm. "Thank you guys, really." she replied. 

Eren snuggled her body closer to his, the warmth radiated onto her skin. "She is really pretty.. she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he said. 

A smile formed onto her features from his words. Eren was always a sweet guy, he always had ways of making her feel like a princess. 

jaegerist3452: how do u feel about y/n?

"Babe you got a question," she said, nudging his arm.

Eren leaned up a bit to read the question, his eyes narrowing a bit. 

"How do I feel about (Y/N)? Shit.. do you wanna know?" he asked, his eyes averting up towards his girlfriend. 

A bunch of people began spamming yes. Eren decided to answer the question.

"Well being honest.. she's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me. I usually don't go after fans but she was different, I couldn't ask for a better person in my life, I love (Y/N) so much, she doesn't even know how much she means to me. I'm convinced she's my soulmate.." he said, his heart hammering in his chest. 

(Y/N) smiled, she felt like she could cry from what he said. 

jaegerbombfan20: that is so cute 🥺

jaegerist3452: AWWWW

erensimp43: that's so adorable OMG <3

"I love you.." Eren said, looking up at (Y/N).

She put her arms around his neck. "I love you more baby.." she replied, pecking his lips. 

He smiled, his eyes were full of love and happiness. "You make me so happy.. I'm convinced you're my soulmate," he said. 

She cupped his cheek, "You're definitely the one for me Eren.." she whispered. 

He peppered her face with kisses, laughter began to escape her mouth when his lips touched the skin of her face. 

"But yeah guys.. this is my girlfriend," Eren said, a smile on his face. 

erenfan3281: do u dick her down good?

"Okay that's where I end the stream! Goodnight guys!" Eren said before clicking the button to end the stream. 

(Y/N) giggled a bit, "Was that necessary?" she asked. 

He looked at her, "Duh! That's weird to ask.." he mumbled. 

She leaned her head onto his shoulder. "It is weird.. but you do dick me down good," she said, a smirk forming onto her features. 

Eren raised a brow, "Oh? Is that so? I knew I always did." 

She hit his arm playfully. "Shush! But since your stream is over.. Can we cuddle up? I missed you.." she asked, a pout obvious on her lips. 

Eren took off his headset. "Of course we can princess," he replied, kissing her head. He tapped her thigh, "Go lay down and I'll join you in a sec," he added. 

(Y/N) stood up and stretched a bit, she heard a few of her joints cracking as she moved her body around. She made her way to the bed and lied down on the sheets.

Eren turned off his computer and walked to the bed where she was, he smiled seeing the way her body was spread on his bed; the sight made his heart swell. He lied down next to her, opening his arms which she gladly leaned into. 

"Eren..?" she said, her voice in a whisper. 

He looked down, "What's up?" he asked.

"I love you.." 

"I love you more beautiful.."

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