#DID THEY REALLY HAVE TO MAKE THE LAST MOVIE HAVE ANGST SO THAT MY SOUL WOULD BE APPEASED THAT MUCH?

[triona-tribblescore]

okay so they may have a minor chokehold on me at the minute-

#LISTEN GUYS LISTEN #THE SONGS ARE REALLY FREAKING GOOD OKAY? #AND LIKE #DID THEY REALLY HAVE TO MAKE THE LAST MOVIE HAVE ANGST SO THAT MY SOUL WOULD BE APPEASED THAT MUCH? #GODDAMN #Hello trolls community i hope you accept my humble contribution :') #I think u guys are pretty cool~ #trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls fanart #broppy #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls poppy #tribbleart #<3 #dreamworks trolls

[horrorartsworld]

Hi! I’ve read quite a lot of your works and I’ve got to say, you’re a great writer, like oh my god!

I was wondering if you could write a one shot of Alastor with a female reader wife who’s like Beetlejuice? Appearance wise (but more feminine), personality wise and power wise as well. Maybe he hadn’t seen her full power before due to no one chanting her name, but during extermination day, as a last resort, someone does and she kind of just goes full on “beast mode” to protect her husband? What would Alastor’s reaction be? Would he like it?

If you can’t do it, that’s alright! I hope you have a great day! ^^

( ≧ᗜ≦)₊˚⊹♡ OMG NONNIE!! you do not understand how excited i was to write this for you hence beetjuice being one of my favorite movies hehe and thank you so much i hope you enjoy this one !!

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ghost with the most !

alastor/beetlejuice f!reader

warnings: slight angst, mentions of blood and massacre, some fluff towards the end!!

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“Wait…sooo you’re telling me chuckles over there has a wife?!” Angel Dust asks his voice raising in disbelief towards the chipper blond in front of him who just so happened to spring this unbelievable information on him.

“Oh sure!” Mimzy raved, with a sort of twinkle in her eye that she only got when she started to gossip. “Under all that creepy and murderous exterior there’s a big ol’ sap! Can’t say I blame him ether — his wife’s a real firecracker! Me and her use to get into all kinds of trouble when we were living!”

She sighs reminiscent on her past looking like she was lost in thought before Angel erupts in bewilderment once more, “There’s no fucking way! I can’t believe i’ve never heard about this…”

Then he suddenly glares at Husk who was unamused by the whole thing. “What?” He huffs with an eyebrow raised, using a towel to wipe off the innards of a dirty glass.

“You knew about this didn’t you…” He eyes him with the worst stink eye making Husk snort, “Listen…I did but that women is bad news and if anyone bothers to say her name three times it’s over…” The cat then places the glass delicately amongst the others before Mimzy gestures for a drink earning a scowl out of him, grabbing the glass once more. “Besides why wouldn’t i know…”

Angel Dust rolls his eyes, resting his cheeks in a pair of his hands taking all this new information in, then sitting up straight again. “Wait? why three times..”

Mimzy giggles delightfully like a toddler clapping her hands seeing Husk place a full glass in front of her. “It’s like her way of a contract honey, to make sure you truly need her when she’s summoned and she’s not all that bad Huskie she’s just a little eccentric and bizarre is all, but truly a fun gal!”

Husk lets out an annoyed huff turning his back to her as she downs her drink in one big gulp with a small hiccup following. “Besides no one’s seen her in years, bless her damned soul…” Mimzy goes back to being reminiscent once more, but this time with a frown forming on her face which was unusual for her.

“Anyways tits, are ya joining us tomorrow? Gonna be a riot.”Angel Dust attempts at changing the subject though he still wanted to know more, seeming that his question somewhat spooked her she started readying herself to leave.

“No, no, no sweetheart! As much as I loooove a good brawl, this one is just not my cup of tea, kick ass though, choa!” And like that the tiny little blonde broad was gone out the door.

Leaving Angel to stew on all this information he just consumed, his eyes then wandering on the grouch in front of him with a smirk playing on his face.

“Wanna fuck before we die?”

“No.”

“Worth a shot.”

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On Extermination Day it wasn’t looking so hot for the Hazbin crew.

Each and everyone getting hit down one by one like a domino effect without really too much that they could do about it with their fire power seeming to not be enough like they thought.

Angel Dust looks along the battle field, spotting most of his friends injured or worse and none other than Alastor actually getting his ass kicked. Causing the spider insane amounts of uneasiness, when suddenly an idea clicks.

“Y/n…..,” Angel Dust hesitates thinking back to what Husk said about you and how this could possibly turn out. “Ah fuck it….Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” He gives in shouting it as loud as he possibly could and within an instant the sky above the hotel swirled in green, causing many sinners and angels to look into the direction of it completely in awe of what it could be.

Alastor holding his chest as the gash across it starts to burn profusely, he notices everyone had stopped for some odd reason making him look in the direction of what had caught everyone’s attention, and if that man’s smile wasn’t permanently on his face already you would’ve saw the biggest grin known to man.

Suddenly a loud noise of a playful accordion rips through the air in a circus theme. ( https://youtu.be/gwsR5gOKK1U?feature=shared sounds something like this if your curious.) “Attention Kmart shoppers!” Your sweet yet sinister voice echoes throughout everyone’s ears with a menacing giggle following. “CLEAN UP ON ISLE SEVEN!! ,” Everyone looks around confused without noticing your form appearing in the middle of a bunch of the Exterminators, Angel Dust finally getting a good look at you causing his jaw to drop. Green hair flowed down your shoulders, a white and black striped dress hugged your body as two large mallets adorned both hands with a mischievous grin that could put Alastor’s to shame, then spinning both mallets around before giving quick blows to each and every dumbfounded exterminator that you saw, leaving an absolute massacre in your wake. Chest heaving with golden blood on your face, when you suddenly notice them, quickly wiping the blood with your striped sleeve and made your way over.

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(dress ref!!)

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Your green cloud forms behind a unsuspecting Adam with a pointed black nail coming out to tap his shoulder. He looks around aimlessly before facing Alastor once more, and then suddenly a large golf club appears with you on the other end of it with a golfers cap on your head. “FOUR!” Is shouted from your lips as you suddenly swing it with much force sending the douche bag flying lord knows where.

You hold your hand over your eyes pretending you saw where he was going, but then quickly snapped out of it to tend to your lover. “Always know how to make an entrance my dear,” Alastor says rather proud of his wife for being able to keep her cool all while kicking ass. “Oh you know I can’t help myself when there’s a crowd!” You dust yourself off before you do your best to help him up seeing his gash slowly dissipating into nothingness leaving just the rip in his nice dress shirt making you frown. “Awww Al, he ruined my favorite shirt!” You then loose track of what you were upset about and start playing with the hole delicately skimming your fingers across his skin, making him shiver as you made it seem like a mouth making ‘nom, nom,nom’ noises until Alastor cleared his throat.

“Sorry babe..” He chuckles down at you while then patting your head, before you wrap your arm around him taking him back to his friends.

“That’s quite alright…now how about we do some catching up, i want to hear all about your adventures,” He says looking down at you feeling how much he really missed this, missed you, clinging to you close like he never wanted to let you go again while you two walked.

Your eyes light up, bouncing up and down giddily next to him before jabbering on the rest of the way about things like almost getting eaten by a sand worm and practically ruining a recently deceased married couples start on the after life.

And of course Alastor was happy to hear all of it from his precious wife who he adorned and loved very much…

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹anon’s #☆⋆｡𖦹 alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin imagine #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor

[jqnehr]

trial and error | Miguel O'Hara

you hate your life as spider-woman. you hate how demanding it is—yet, a chance meeting with three others who understand sets you on the path to redemption from pain—but a certain Head of the Spider Society seems bent on making sure you know just how much he hates you.

pairing: miguel-o'hara x f!spider-reader warnings: sfw, angst, enemies-to-lovers, eventual fluff, mean Miguel, etc word count: 3.2k note: first time posting something! this man has been plaguing my mind ever since I saw the movie in theatres, so here we are. this is likely the first part of a series, so let me know if you want part 2! tysm for reading <3

! not proof read

! do not copy, redistribute, translate, or use my work with or without credit in any way. thank you.

part one ⋮ masterlist ⋮ part two

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You hate your job.

You hate your powers.

You hate the duty that was forced upon you the moment that damned spider bit you. 

And you hate being Spider-Woman. You can’t stand how slack the police have now become ever since you stepped into the picture. It’s as if they just kicked off their shoes, put their feet up, leaned back and just watched you clean up all these messes while they shoved doughnut after doughnut into their potbellies without a care in the world.

Except for Captain Stacy. He was a real one.

Until he got crushed by some fallen rubble after saving a kid. 

You now stand at the foot of his grave, staring at the gleaming, polished, fresh marble of his headstone. At the neatly scripted words Captain George Stacy, beloved officer and hero that mars the face of the monument. At the solid reminder of how the only person you ever trusted is now six feet under.

Captain Stacy was the only soul who knew your real identity. A real father figure to you—one you haven’t had since your poor excuse of a dad took off with some millionaire’s daughter when you were seven. You hadn’t seen the guy since.

Not that you really care. You can’t remember his face now. Probably a good thing.

You don’t bother buying flowers for Captain Stacy. Why must you always have flowers to pay your respects? There’s already a mountain of bouquets, real and fake, piled up against his gravestone. Almost blocking out the text on the obelisk. Just standing there silently, bearing with the icy late-winter wind, hands shoved in your pockets, hair messily pulled up into a hairclaw would be enough. Captain Stacy wouldn’t mind.

Captain Stacy didn’t have a cliché death. He didn’t go out with a bang or a whisper. He just died in your arms, blood streaming down the side of his face, your tears soaking the inside of your mask, his eyes full of tranquillity as the light faded. As he breathed his last. 

Captain Stacy died with no regrets—and yet, you are full of so many.

There’s so much you want to say, so much you want answers to. You aren’t going to question, why did you do that? because it was a toddler, and you would’ve done the same. 

That’s the job, isn’t it? Even though you never signed up for it. 

But Captain Stacy would actually have to be alive to answer your questions. Questions on the tip of your tongue right now, your drawn-out lips, pressed together tightly, acting as a dam towards the onslaught of whats and hows and whens and whys just itching to burst forth.

But you hold yourself back. You’re Spider-Woman—you have to lock it all away to make sure everyone thinks everything’s all right.

It’s not, and it never has been. You have no one to relate to—not even Captain Stacy understood, but you pretended he did. 

You fed yourself lies, and you eventually believed them. Not so much anymore. Reality’s a bitterly cold shower that really hits hard.

Behind your spider-mask lies a not-so-young woman anymore. Almost thirty, you’ve had your fair share of trials and tribulations over the past fourteen years. The past ones were incomparable to this one. You had no one to rely on anymore.

So you went MIA.

The public knew that you and Captain Stacy were good friends. He was your mentor, your adviser, your go-to-guy, your right-hand-man. And all the news reports went on about how tragic his death was, and how hard a hit it must’ve been for you. Memorials and condolences were everywhere—online, particularly your fanpage, and YouTube videos went viral for their consideration of your feelings to the death of such a great man.

You decided to take a break.

You shut off your phone, your laptop, your TV—everything. You couldn’t bear to see anymore reminders of your surrogate father’s face. He had a daughter, Gwen Stacy, but she’s only little. You expressed your empathy for his wife and the heartbreak she must be going through, and she cried, making you feel even worse, and the kindly woman handed you a tin box full of an assortment of homemade brownies, cookies and personal favourites of Captain Stacy. 

That was three days ago. You haven’t touched the tin. It’s just sitting on your kitchen counter, unopened.

You brush some flyaway hairs from your eyes, the chilly wind drifting by, and even with the heavy puffer jacket on your shoulders, the cold breeze still nips down your spine.

You look up. On some tall building is a billboard, Captain Stacy’s face plastered over it, the bold words You Will Be Missed written under it. Then it flickers over to a picture of you, your suited and masked figure in your signature royal purple suit with gold as the colour of the spider-web design over your bodice, black knee-high boots and elbow-high gloves, and your purple mask. Equally bold words line the poster beneath your face, Where is Spider-Woman? letting you know of just how long you’ve been AWOL for. 

You drop your eyes to your shoes, turning away and walking out of the graveyard. 

You hate your life.

You puff out a breath, the winter air turning it to a visible white in front of your face. You’d go home, but the suffocating quietude of your apartment, caused by your brooding, would not help to clear your head.

Usually, you’d jump around the city as Spider-Woman to blow off steam, but putting on the suit and mask right now is the last thing you need.

Usually, you’d have the suit under your clothes, your mask stuffed into the inner pocket of your coat or bag, easy to access when needed.

You haven’t put the suit or mask on under your clothes in two weeks. And that isn’t going to change any time soon.

The police would just have to handle bank robberies and other petty crimes for now. You deserve a break from being a hero.

You never wanted to be one in the first place.

You’d have to come back sooner or later, but for now, you just need space to breathe. To live. To grieve in peace.

To wallow in self-pity for a while. Because under that mask is a human being. A mutant human being, sure—one with spider-powers, but you still feel things. You have a brain, you have a heart—and both are currently aching deeply.

I need to get out of here.

But where could you go? Home? What does that word even mean anymore? You just lost your only family. 

Sighing wearily, you turn and head for the cinema. Might as well watch a movie. You can’t exactly afford it, considering how, even at thirty-years-old, you’re still working minimum wage.

If you hadn’t gotten bitten by that spider, you’d have gone to Princeton. You had gotten the acceptance letter just before you graduated high school, but spider duties trashed that dream.

Another thing you hate about your powers. It’s ruined everything for me.

You wish you could just quit. As if on cue to your depressive thoughts, the radio you keep on your person crackled to life, the voice of a police officer filtering through its speakers.

You dip into an alleyway before the people milling around you could hear the sounds.

“—Got some dude with a fish bowl on his head flying around and spouting green smoke.” You listen to the officer, curious. You don’t plan on going out there and helping, but if they’re a serious threat, you’d then have no choice. Suddenly, the officer cusses. “What the hell—the guy’s glitching? Looks like something out of a comic—”

The radio cuts off with static, and you immediately make your decision. Grumbling under your breath, you dart out of the alleyway and rush off for your apartment complex, which is nearby. Once inside, you hit the sixth floor button in the elevator and throw on your suit when you get to your apartment. Slipping on your mask and making sure your web shooters have plenty of web fluid at the ready, you sneak out of your apartment and exit from the window at the end of the hall.

The radio decides to crackle back to life at that moment. You wrench it to your ear to listen, using your free hand to swing you around speedily.

“This is getting out of hand, man,” says the officer from before. “Any sign of Spider-Woman?”

Someone else then answers. “Nope. She has a radio, though—so, if you’re listening, missy, this weirdass villain is currently terrorising Maria Hernandez Park.”

“Gotcha,” you mutter under your breath in response, more or less to yourself, before changing direction and swinging north. 

You soon arrive at said location, observing the quiet air. Too quiet. Furrowing your brows, you glance around, eyes sharp and alert and not missing a thing.

Suddenly, a tree began to enlarge.

“Woah—!” You leap out of the way as you sense something flying in your direction, before the world around you is all warped and twisted, leaving you terribly disoriented. 

Shaking your head and blinking, you can’t seem to clear your mind and get a grip—everything is fuzzy and swirling around. Nausea settles within your gut, along with the almost painful tingling of your Spidey Senses. Something is very wrong.

“Are you Peter Parker? Why am I in New York?” A gravelly voice speaks up to your right, and you whirl around, muscle memory kicking in as you settle into a fighting stance. 

Hovering above you is a man in an armoured suit with a red cape flying out behind him and—as the officer had put it—what looks like a fish bowl is encompassing his face, the inside foggy. You are unable to make out any facial features, just a disembodied voice laced with confusion and bitterness. Immediately, you got a deep premonition; that this person is not from here.

“Who’s Peter Parker?” You question, eyeing him warily. “And who are you?”

“You’re not Spider-Man.” The man does not answer your questions. “You’re some fake. Either way, you’ll do for now.”

“What do you me—” You are cut off by that feeling of disorientation and something messing with your head; the world around you becomes all warped once again, your brain muddled and eyesight all fuzzy. One of your hands flies to clutch your head, eyes squeezing shut. 

“Argh—stop it!” You feel like you’re about to throw up. You back up, before your stomach lurches with the feeling of freefalling. Frantic, you unleash a web, trying to latch onto something—anything, black ants scuttling around the edges of your vision.

Something bright and colourful flashes, and the distinctive sound of a motorbike roars from somewhere above. The sensation of warm, strong arms wrap around you, and suddenly you’re flying for somewhere—but not the ground.

The person holding you lands, and your eyes fly open, looking up into the masked face of a man clad in a pink fluffy bathrobe and an empty baby sling clipped to his front. His mask is red and blue, his eyes two large circles coloured white and lined with black. They blink, perfectly in sync with his eyes movement—much like yours. “Hey, there.”

You blink also. “Hey.”

He sets you down gently, helping you to your feet. The world around you is normal again. Bathrobe man gives your shoulder a friendly pat. “Give us a moment—we’ll deal with Mysterio and then we’ll talk, okay?”

“Uh, okay.” You don’t really know what else to say; everything is so surreal. He turns away before something white and familiar shoots out of his wrist—exactly like you. You gawk as he tugs and it pulls him into the air.

The rumble of a motorcycle echoes again, and you whip your head around to see a woman with yellow goggles sitting atop a—you guessed it—motorbike, that same white substance shooting out of her fingertips. 

Bathrobe Man and Motorcycle Lady leap and bound around, Fish Bowl Head darting out of the way of their attacks before that bright and colourful thing appears in the sky again.

Something red and glowing shoots out and wraps around Fish Bowl Head, stopping him in his tracks immediately. 

Bathrobe Man immediately whoops at the sight, still swinging around freely. “About time, Miguel!” At his words, another figure leaps out of the circular, colourful object in the sky. Is that a portal?

Bathrobe Guy continues cheerfully. “What was the hold up? You’re, like, twenty seconds late.”

The figure lands on the ground with a smooth roll, bringing down Fish Bowl Head with him. He is very tall, and extremely muscular. His suit is mostly blue, but streaks of blood-red line it and almost seem to glow. Those same streaks outline his eyes, which narrow menacingly as he turns his head in Bathrobe Dude’s direction. Said man lands lightly next to him, throwing some spiky-looking thing on the ground, which immediately encloses Fish Bowl Head in some kind of glowing-red-web-trap-thing, identical to the same stuff the guy wrapped the villain in as he jumped from the portal. Bathrobe Man seems undeterred and unintimidated by the taller man’s threatening glower. “Not in the mood for jokes, Peter.”

Fish Bowl Head immediately pounds his fists against the material that traps him, yelling, “Peter! Let me out and fight me like a man! I’ll destroy you—everything you live for, I swear vengeance on you—”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” Bathrobe Guy sighs wearily, before turning to the super tall dude again. “Anyway, Miguel, we’ve got a real confused Spider-Woman over here. Should we, uh…?”

“Let me,” Motorcycle Lady finally speaks up, her motorbike now cruising along on the ground like a normal person, not swinging about midair. She comes to stop in front of you, the engine resounding softly. “Hey.” She smiles, holding out a gloved hand. “I’m Spider-Woman.”

You take in her appearance—she’s black, with glossy, curly hair piled up on her head with those cool yellow goggles, and you can actually see her eyes, unlike the other two. They’re a deep coffee brown and twinkle with friendliness. You slowly take her hand, still staring, as she pumps it up and down in a cordial shake. “Pretty crazy, huh?”

“Hold on—I’m Spider-Woman.” Before you can think, you’re frowning in confusion, forgetting to greet her back. “How…?”

Her kind smile doesn’t waver. Almost as if she’s heard the same thing plenty of times before. “Yeah, it’s a bit confusing at first. However, everything’ll make sense if you come back with us to HQ.”

“Jess.” That red-web guy approaches the two of you, and you’re immediately intimidated. You stand at a tall five-foot-nine, but this man absolutely dwarfs you. He pins his stare on you for a second, and you can feel the intensity despite his eyes being obscured from view behind a mask. He looks at Motorcycle Lady again. “I decide if she comes back to HQ.”

You are utterly lost. “I’m really sorry, but I’m confused. Who are all of you guys?”

“The name’s Spider-Man.” Bathrobe Dude saunters over, tone chipper. “Nice to meet you.”

The really tall one sighs somewhat wearily. “And I am, too—but, more specifically, Spider-Man 2099.”

“Okay, okay, that doesn’t help.” You shake your head, as if trying to clear your mind. “You’re all…like me?”

“We are.” Motorcycle Lady smiles. “We were all bitten by a radioactive spider, became Spider-Man or Spider-Woman or something else and now protect our home, New York.”

You blink. “But…there are more of you? Okay, well, I’m Spider-Woman, but to avoid confusion, my name’s Y/n.”

“We know who you are.” Is the cold reply from Spider-Man 2099. You’re taken aback, blinking in offence to his borderline rude tone. He turns his back on the three of you, tapping at a watch on his left wrist. That huge colourful portal-thing appears before you again. “Let’s go, guys.” He stoops down and heaves up Fish Bowl Head and throws him into the portal, all in one fluid motion. As if the villain weighed nothing. He turns to glance back. “And…” you feel him look at you too. He sighs. “You, too, I guess.”

“Wait—I never said I wanted to come along.” You cross your arms. “I have no idea who any of you are, and for all I know, you could be some strange organisation luring in Spider-People and…” You let your sentence hang, the insinuation clear. Spider-Man 2099 stands in front of the portal, back to you, no longer looking at you three and silent, listening. Bathrobe Man and Motorcycle Lady look at you with understanding in their eyes. You hate it—it feels as if they're pitying you. “Besides, I’m going through a rough patch right now, and putting down the mask is what I need most right now. I’m sorry.”

They stay silent. It frustrates you. “And…thank you for the help with that fish bowl guy.”

Bathrobe Guy laughs. “Haha! ‘Fish bowl guy’. I love that.”

Motorcycle Lady turns her eyes to him, her stare stern. “Not the time, Peter.”

He ahems and falls silent, solemn once more.

You can’t help but feel a tad bit amused at this particular guy’s personality. Not hard to get along with, he seems, but you still have no intentions of heading back with them to ‘HQ’, as the motorbike lady put it. Even if you have that gut feeling that they mean no harm, that they’re the good guys—it doesn’t take away the fact that you just want a break from all of this. From being Spider-Woman.

You want to be normal again. But you know that’s too much to ask for.

“I understand your concerns.” Spider-Man 2099 finally says, voice holding no emotion whatsoever. “You don’t have to accompany us. However.” He faces you, fists closed at his sides. Once again, you can feel just how piercing his stare is. “This responsibility we have…we can’t just take a break from it.” You tense slightly at his tone and words. Dislike floods you. He lowers his head slightly, as if conceding to your views. “It’s my life, their life, your life. All of our lives. I don’t usually do this, but I think you’d understand better if you came back with us.”

You don’t like his countenance. Nor his tone. It’s apathetic. He says nothing more, and steps inside the portal, disappearing.

Bathrobe Guy sighs, shaking his head. “Please, don’t take his words to heart. He doesn’t know how to comfort people.” You get the feeling that he’s giving you an empathetic smile behind his mask. At least this guy’s approachable and unimposing. “But, he’s right, as much as I hate to admit. You’ll be in a great environment. Because we all understand how you feel.”

Bathrobe Guy gives a light, friendly punch to your shoulder. “Well, it’s up to you now.” He turns to Motorcycle Lady. “I promised MJ that I’d take care of Mayday this afternoon, so I’ll be off.”

Soon, he disappears into the same portal Spider-Man 2099 did. Leaving you with the woman.

She sighs and gives you a look. “So…you wanna come, or…?”

“I’ll…think about it.” You answer; however, you know your ultimate answer will be no. You don’t want to bear this burden any more.

But there are others. Your more rational side rebuts. There are more. You’ll finally have someone who understands you.

You look at Spider-Woman. And she stares back with a clear-eyed, firm look. As if she knows.

Her lips turn up into a smile. “See you on the other side.”

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part 2

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[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Cycles

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: Mentions of injury (slightly graphic), angst, smutty good times, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: Guess who remembered how to write?! That’s right, ME!! I got a random spark for this one day at work and it had it written within an hour. I have missed writing so much and I really hope there is more to come! Thank you to (charlotte) as always and all of you for your support especially those who haven’t given up on me. Thank you, also to everyone who has included me in a list of Pedro character writers. I truly feel honored to have myself next to some incredibly talented folks. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list which I’m just pulling from the last smutty Jack fic.

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  It was always the same with the two of you. He would roll into town, knock on your door, jump your bones, make you fall further in love and then he was gone. It always left you slightly heart broken but you knew he would always come back. He would come around, sooner or later, and it would be the same cycle once again. You didn’t mind it, you even craved it, but things were changing and they were changing quickly.

  Jack Daniels came into your life like a storm. Calm at first and then he swept you up in his wake. You couldn’t lie, even to yourself, you were in love with the man and it was an unfortunate matter. You knew in the depths of your soul it’d never work but you still held on to hope. You promised yourself the last time you’d woken up alone, you would tell him how you felt, the next time he came around. That was six months ago.

  He’d never been gone this long and it worried you endlessly. You checked your phone every five seconds, and you wished you had someone else to call for answers. You knew his job was dangerous, it was already something the two of you had discussed, and now your mind was jumping to the worst case scenario over and over again. You started waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares, unable to go back to sleep, afraid of seeing the image of him dead before your eyes all over again.

  Night had fallen and you found yourself on your couch with some wine, the bottle sitting before you on the coffee table. You’d put on a movie to distract yourself, hoping to find a bit of relaxation, when a knock sounded at your door. You froze looking at the front door, wine glass paused in midair. You gulped, feeling a tremble erupt through your body. Your mind went in two widely different directions. It could finally be Jack or it could finally be someone coming after you, because of Jack. But they wouldn’t knock right? You glanced at the side table, where you knew a gun hid in the drawer and slowly got up. You walked slowly to the door jumping when another knock sounded. You reached for the handle and opened it slowly.

  “Hiya darlin’,” Jack’s voice was weak, and he looked like he was going to fall over any second.

  “Jack?! Come on,” you spoke softly helping him in the house.

  “I’m alright. I’ve been patched up. I’m just a little weak is all. You should see the other guy,” he gave you his famous smirk, like he always did.

  Your eyes flitted over him, searching for his injuries, but besides the few small bandages and bruises on his face you couldn’t see any of them.

  “Jack you had me worried sick.”

  “I figured I did. I got Ginger to patch me up as quick as she could so I could get to you.”

  You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, and your eyes softened.

  “You could have called…” your voice was almost a whisper.

  “I would’ve if I could’ve darlin’ I swear it. I was undercover and I couldn’t contact anyone other than my team.”

  You let out a breathe you hadn’t realized you had been holding. Still standing in the entryway, you looked up at Jack, who was watching you so closely. He reached down, tipping your chin up, and kissed you gently. You melted into him, letting out a sigh of contentment. You pulled away after a few moments.

  “None of that tonight cowboy. You’re going to rest. You clearly need it.”

  “Now darlin’ come on I’m fine.”

  “Nope. You’re going to let me take care of you.”

  His fingers tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and let out a sigh. “You ain’t going to give in, are you?”

  “Nope now go.”

  You stepped back and he made his way to your master bedroom with you following behind him.

  “Did you get a chance to shower?” You asked, as you pulled clothes he’d left behind from one of your drawers.

  “No but I ain’t taking one. Unless you join me.”

  You gave him a pointed glare, but with the way those brown puppy dogs eyes looked at you, you couldn’t help but let him win this one.

  “Fine.”

  He smiled softly in victory and you couldn’t stop the chuckle, nor the shake of your head. You both stepped into the bathroom, and you helped him with his clothes trying to be as gentle as possible with him. The moment his clothes were gone and your eyes traced over him, you felt your stomach twist. You gulped, trying not to let the tears clouding your vision fall. He was hurt worse than he’d let on. You could tell by the brutal gash that had been stitched on his side. There were others hidden under bigger bandages.

  “Jack,” his name came out in a whisper, as your eyes looked him over.

  “Hey look at me,” his hand came to your cheek tilting your face to look at him. “I’m alright. I promise. I’ve had way worse than this. It looks worse than it is. Please don’t.”

  His voice softened to a gentle whisper, as he brushed tears from your cheeks. You held his stare for a moment more, before stepping back to remove your clothes, his eyes watching your every move. You stepped into the shower together, after you had let the water run for a moment. Jack let out a soft groan, the moment his body stood under the water.

  “Did you bring extra bandages?” Worry laced your voice at the sudden realization.

  “The good thing about us being high tech is, these bandages can get wet and it doesn’t do anything. They dry.”

  Jack’s job never stopped amazing you. You just simply nodded your head, before you got to work helping him wash. You worked your fingers through his brown hair, massaging at his scalp. His eyes stayed on you, watching every breathe you took. You took a wash cloth, placing soap in it and taking a breathe.

  “I can do it. I know you are worried about hurting me.”

  “No it’s okay. I want to,” you looked up at him with a small smile.

  You washed his skin gently, feeling his eyes still on you. It was getting harder for you not to just let him take you. Your hands trembled slightly, and suddenly Jack’s hands were taking yours.

  “Your turn,” his voice was low as he turned you.

  He washed your hair with equal gentleness. He was the same  washing your body, causing you to shiver as the washcloth ran between your legs. Soon the water was being turned off and the two of you were stepping out. You dried each other and he slipped on the white shirt and pj pants he had, and you slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

  “This is pure torture I swear,” he grumbled as you made your way to the bed.

  “It is for me too, but you are too injured for that.”

  “The only way I’m too injured for that is if I’m six feet under darlin’.”

  “That’s not funny Jack.”

  “I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

  When you turned to him with a slight glare, he was smirking like a cat.

 “How long are you going to be able to stay?”

  “If you’ll have me, awhile. I have to take leave since I got hurt.”

  “Of course I’ll have you Jack. Good, I can take care of you then.”

  “You going to let me take care of you?”

  “When you aren’t moving like a robot, yes.”

  His face fell but a quirk pulled at his lips. You smiled in triumph and let out a laugh. The two of you settled in and he pulled you to him, being careful. You reached up and kissed him.

  “Sleep.” You spoke the word softly, thinking how you finally would yourself, tonight. “I’m glad you’re here and you’re okay cowboy.”

  “I always told you I would come back darlin’.”

  He kissed the top of your head and pulled you slightly closer, before you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and his heartbeat in your ear.

  Several days passed and the cycle Jack and yourself were usually stuck in, had finally been broken. You were getting a taste of what life would be like everyday with him. It was domestic bliss, and you couldn’t think of a time in your life where you had been happier. The urge to tell him the inner workings of your heart and mind were getting stronger as the days passed.

Jack was getting stronger by the day. He did things around the house for you that you couldn’t quite accomplish yourself, and it helped build his strength. You stayed on him to be careful as the days went, and soon a week passed. It had been the longest he had ever stayed and every single day you were afraid to wake up and find him gone.

  The two of you had just finished a dinner you had fixed together, and now you stood at your kitchen sink washing and drying the few dishes together. You swear the small smile on your face would be permanent until Jack took it with him. The only sound was the abandoned tv, low in volume and the two of you. When you finally finished Jack pulled you to him, spinning you to face him in the process. You let out a giggle a wide smile breaking over your face.

  “Alright I’m well enough. No more robot movements. I’m taking you to bed darlin’. I’ve got a lot of time to make up for,” Jack spoke firmly but a smirk still stayed on his face.

  “Alright fine, fine cowboy. Take me to bed Jack.”

  You voice rough at the last five words, and you looked up at him with hooded eyes. His head tilted and his lips crashed against yours. You melted into him, snaking your arms around his neck and threading your fingers into his hair, pulling slightly. He let out a moan against your lips and pulled you closer to him. His hands reached down and tapped gently at your ass and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. He let out another groan and you pulled away panting.

  “I’m fine,” he breathed out and his lips were back on yours in seconds.

  He carried you, never coming up for air, until he had you on your mattress and was hovering over you. His hands started to wander quickly, and the next thing you knew your clothes were gone and so were his. You knew this time would be rushed after so long, but you also knew he wouldn’t leave until he was able to also take his time with you. You were a tangle of hands and lips, moans falling from your lips as Jack started to travel down your body. He paused at each breast, giving them attention before continuing on. He finally settled between your legs, and didn’t waste any time before he buried his head there. Your head flew back and your hand went to his hair.

  “Oh fuck! Jack! Yes!” You screamed out letting him take everything from you.

  He let out a moan against you, which made your hips buck and your back arch and then you were pulling at him.

  “Stop please,” you breathed out. “I need to cum around you.”

  You panted the words as Jack’s lips made their messy trail back up to your lips, kissing you deeply again.

  “I swear you’re going to be the death of me darlin’,” he smirked before he entered you.

  Both of you let out moans and your body shuddered at the feeling you had missed so much. Jack fit you like a puzzle. He moved in and out of you quickly, but gently, and you wrapped yourself around him. There wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t touching him. Your emotions were slowly heightening and you had to push your feelings away quickly, to keep from crying right then and there.

  “Jack I’m…” it was all the warning you could muster before you fell apart under him.

  He was right behind you, burying his head in your neck and kissing under your ear. He let your name fall in a whisper, that made you shudder again. You didn’t want this moment to end and apparently he didn’t either, because the two of you stayed like that for several moments. Finally he pulled his head away and locked eyes with yours. He searched your face for a long moment, before kissing you once again and then pulling out of you. You both let out a hiss and he slowly got up. You watched as he went into the bathroom, coming out with a wash cloth that he used between your legs to clean you up, before settling back in bed with you. He pulled you to him and you turned on your stomach and looking up at him. Your fingers rested against his chest, caressing him gently. He watched you intensely, and almost made you chicken out of what you were about to say.

  “I need to get this off my chest or I’m going to end up chickening out and regretting never saying it. I understand if it’s not how you want things to be, and just because I say this doesn’t mean we have to fall out of this cycle we have with each other…”

  “One we have broken,” Jack’s voice was soft and his fingers brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, before settling on your arm and rubbing gently.

  “Yeah I guess we have huh?” You let out a light chuckle and then took a breath. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you Jack.”

  It was a lot less words than what you had thought and practiced in your head, but it was simply the truth and the bottom line. You didn’t look at him and the silence seemed to stretch too long. Your stomach began to do gymnastics, until Jack’s fingers fell to your chin tilting your head, your eyes meeting his.

  “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. The only reason I let this cycle of ours go on, was because I was scared. I work a dangerous job, live a dangerous life. I’ve already lost someone to it and I didn’t want to lose you. That’s the last thing I ever want to do.”

  “Jack I don’t care about any of that. I would know what I was signing up for it we…”

Your voice feel away as you felt anxiety build inside of you. Jack studied you for a moment then he let out a breath.

  “Dammit. I’ve never wanted anything more than I’ve wanted you…us,” he spoke as his hand slid into your hair behind your ear.

  “Me either Jack,” your voice was a whisper and it was full of emotion.

  “Then let’s permanently break the cycle then, yeah?” Jack’s face broke out into a smile.

  “I would love nothing more Jack.”

  You didn’t stop the tears, you didn’t stop the smile and you didn’t stop Jack as he pulled you to him, kissing you deeply again. You had tasted  life with Jack and now you would be living it with him, by his side. You had no idea what was going to happen with the two of you and it made it all that more exciting.

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The Spreadsheet Digest | Vol 29

Howdy folks!

This is the final Spreadsheet Digest of 2023! I started the spreadsheet back in May as a way for me to keep up with everything I read. Basically, I was having trouble finding fics I had read so I could reread them or I was getting two chapters into a new series before realizing I'd already read it. So I did what I do and I made a spreadsheet about it. Then I felt like other people might benefit from a searchable list of fics. Then, and I don't know why, I thought people might want to know what I thought about the stuff I was reading. And here we are - 29 volumes and 34 weeks later.

Sorry for long intro! This week I have 16 fics for you (Frankie, Joel, Max Phillips, Javi P, Ezra, Dieter, Dave York, and Jack/Whiskey). Summaries and Tags provided by the author where applicable - sometimes I filled in some stuff.

You can find my masterlist here and all my fic recs here

Recs under the Pedro!

My Way - Frankie one shot by @goodwithcheese

Summary: Frankie's working on his truck... you interrupt him Tags: PIV Sex, Frankie uses his words, aka "you know he talks you through it," frankie is bossy Thoughts: if he uhhh "uses his words" this much in the series this is technically set in, I do believe I'll be reading that. This was HOT. Like absurdly hot. Lemme be you car girl, Frankie

Cocoon - Joel series by @secretelephanttattoo

Summary: A short ode to Joel's coat. / a bath with Joel Tags: Angst and intimacy. 1 reference to blood and allusion to canon typical violence (nothing is described) Thoughts: God i love little intimate moments like this... wrapping yourself up in Joel's coat, washing the bad day out of his curls... I am SICK! Someone let me hold this man, please.

I'll Leave a Light On For You - Max Phillips one shot by @oonajaeadira

Summary: Max has reservations when it comes to love, and for very good reasons. Tags: Angst. Character death. Allusions to the atrocities of war and its lasting effects. Max is a vampire. Traumatic soul memory. Me assuming I know anything about French culture of the 1930s. Thoughts: This is beautiful. Just absolutely stunning. I have a fascination with the concept of past lives, and I adore the way it's written about it here. There are some really interesting takes on it here with Max being a vampire. Also, side note, this fic made me cry. It's that soft angst that you don't expect to make you sob, but holy shit. When it hit (you'll know it when you read it) it hit. I was devastated. And then because it's adira and "we do soft here" it ends sweet.

Once in a Blue Moon - Dieter one shot by @whatsnewalycat

Summary: You're the only person working when a Christmas blizzard rolls into town and snows you in with a notoriously difficult guest, Dieter Bravo. Tags: one shot, slight dub con elements (power imbalance, isolation, alcohol) although both parties are enthusiastically consenting, hotel guest x hotel staff, blizzard, Minnesota because that’s my best friend, dieter generally being an ‘if you give a mouse a cookie’ ass bitch, kinda enemies to lovers???, Christmas, loneliness, palm reading, food and eating, cannabis, conspiracy theory mention, fluuuuuufffff, smut, dirty talk, a dash of conflict, painting stuff, power outage, poverty mention Thoughts: Aly has this way of writing Dieter that is like she knows him in real life. He feels so personal and real to me in her stories. I think I say this every time I talk about her fics, but my Dieter would not exist without hers. Anyway -- this fic is wonderful. Dieter has all that silly druggie boy charm he always has, there's a really interesting inclusion of him having PTSD from working on the movie from The Bubble and a really interesting way that he's dealing with it. It's got perfect vibes for us christmas haters too. I loved this so much.

Jingle Balls / Dashing through the ho - Frankie series by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: Santa Frankie porn... that's it. That's the fic Tags: santa kink???, cockwarming, cum, like so much cum, unprotected vaginal sex, unethical use of a mall Santa Village, semi-public sex, dirty talk and pet names, mentions of free use. / santa kink again, free use, spreader bar, creampie, come eating, facefucking, throatpie, anal sex, degradation, cum, pet names (honey, little girl, sweet girl, baby), praise, CUM AGAIN GUYS LIKE IDK WHAT HAPPENED HERE. Thoughts: This is mostly my fault and I refuse to apologize for it

Galletita - Javi P one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Summary: Your sister and brother-in-law have enlisted your help with their small business while they await the birth of their first baby. You help with the cafe and find yourself face to face with a new customer whose appetite might have met its match in you. Tags: big boi Javi P is hungry and a little cranky, you like to bake and Javi likes to eat, belly kink, feeding kink, probably bad Spanish, we’re playing fast and loose with timelines, canon, and everything in general, so just forget about timey wimey boo boo wah wah and enjoy the story lmao Thoughts: I do, in fact, need a big boy

Devour - Ezra one shot by @frannyzooey

Summary: Falling for Ezra on the Green Tags: harvesting violence, mentions of gore and blood, mentions of cannibalism, love as consumption and all the visuals that come with it, so much fucking and filth and ass play and cum eating it isn’t funny Thoughts: It was a gift for me, so I really probably should not be so amazed by how much I love this fic. But oh my god, dude. Love as consumption, freak nasty smut, Ezra being Ezra, bi!Ez, the Din/Ez hints (I'd like to know more about that), it's all perfect. I will never stop being obsessed with this

Tear You Apart - Dieter one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Summary: it's the 70s and your friend invites you to an underground club where one of your favorite musicians is playing: dieter bravo. Tags: innocence kink, mild corruption kink, backstage sex, piv, dirty talk, weed, oral + handjob (male receiving)obsessed with rockstar Dieter. Thoughts: I'm surprised I haven't seen more rockstar Dieter. This was hot, filthy, and just... in the words of the man himself perfect.

One Man Show - Dieter one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: Dieter gets himself off! Tags: male masturbation, use of sex toys, anal fingering, butt plug, sex tape??? i guess Thoughts: I'm loving this solo session concept so much. Dieter filming himself!!! for no reason!!! is so hot. Everything about this is so fucking hot. I want him to send me that video...

I am a nightmare, you are a miracle - Joel series by @party-hearses

Summary: After your two year relationship with Tommy Miller ends, Joel takes you in — and it’s home like you’ve never quite known before. Tags: slow burn, explicit (eventual) smut, language, infidelity, alcohol, age difference, soft!joel, no cordyceps outbreak, sarah doesn’t exist (sorry), tommy stans don’t come for me. Thoughts: I have been very intentionally not reading WIPs and waiting for them to be finished, but I fucked up. I was scrolling the dash and frannyzooey recc'd this and it caught my eye and I just didn't even check if it was finished. But I regret nothing. Ch 4 is coming soon, I'm manifesting it. I fucking love Joel in this and I'm super intrigued by reader's uhhhh mommy issues and the way that those manifest.

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To sell your love for peace - Javi P series by @brandyllyn

Summary: You are Javier’s newest informant. You’re not his usual type but he’s willing to make an exception. More than one. Tags: smut, sex work, canon typical violence, javi being a moron Thoughts: I adore a lovers to idiots to lovers story... and man is Javi an idiot. The characterization of Javi here is perfect. Protective!Javi is very canon and I love seeing it in fic. Also, I don't normally go for miscommunication tropes (they tend to annoy me) but this was perfect. I loved every second of this story.

The Serpent Under It - Dave York one shot by brandyllyn

Summary: Dave is very good at his job Tags: Canon typical violence. kinda dark yo, soulmate AU Thoughts: I don't typically read soulmate AUs, but I actually read several of brandyllyn's this week. They're very different from the normal trope. This one broke my heart and it's less than 800 words.

To perish twice - Javi P series by brandyllyn

Summary: You can feel when your soulmate comes. Tags: smut, soulmate AU, Javi being an idiot, male masturbation, piv sex Thoughts: This is what I mean... you can feel when your soulmate has a fuckin orgasm??? What a concept. This was really hot, kind of funny, and had just the right amount of angst.

Cross My Heart - Ezra one shot by brandyllyn

Summary: While waiting at a clinic for the hope of a prosthetic arm, Ezra meets a woman who will change his life Tags: Talk of self harm / suicide but no one does it, discussion of medical procedures and prostheses, some use of ability based slurs by Ezra and others, canon typical violence Thoughts: We love a man who will threaten to murder someone's entire family for you... no seriously. I absolutely love Ezra's characterization here and I love the FMC's story AHHH. It's just a very sweet story... with a little Ezra flair.

Into the Shade - Ezra series by brandyllyn

Summary: Why would anyone fake having a soulmate? Tags: Ezra being Ezra, con man!ezra, soulmate AU, smut, Ezra x OFC smut, Ezra x reader is in there though. Thoughts: Yet again, the typical soulmate concept has been turned on its head here, and I love it. I also adore the flores animae - the particular soulmate mechanic in this fic. It's really interesting!

Dreams are Sweet Until They're Not - Jack Daniels series by brandyllyn

Summary: A crimson rose could only mean one thing. Tags: soulmates au, Jack being a slut, angst, smut, happy ending Thoughts: Okay last soulmates AU on the list, sorry. I went a little nuts. They're just so good. The ending of this one was so sweet, dude.

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My fics this week:

Something Sweet - Javi p x reader - You’re new to the team in Colombia and all alone on your birthday. Your partner, Javier Peña, decides to do something sweet for you. (fluff, smut)

Under Your Skin - jack daniels x javi p x reader - You’ve worked on Chucho’s ranch since you were 15 years old, grew up with Javi, loved Javi… He comes back after nearly 20 years to find you hooking up with a certain former secret agent. He’s jealous, for sure, but of who? (smut)

in the a.m. - javi p x reader - Between sleeping with informants and getting in bed with Los Pepes in the fight to bring down Escobar, Javier Peña also finds time to be with you. Wrestling with crippling self hatred, Javi tries and fails to keep his blood stained hands off of you. Based on some of my favorite Arctic Monkeys songs (smut, angst)

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Happy Reading!

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Did you really love me? - Connor Rhodes

Requested: yes

Word count: 1,318

Warnings: angst, no happy ending

A/n: if someone said ‘they brought me back to life’ over someone they left me for that’d be it for me

Masterlist

“Did you ever really love me?”

Breakups suck. Like, really suck. Seriously, who the hell wants to be sat in their room, watching disney movies in the hopes of cheering themselves up with ice cream in one hand and left over pizza in front of them? 

It didn’t help that you saw a future with him. Connor Rhodes, found his way into your heart then decided to rip it out with his bare hands. He said he found someone else, someone that brought him back to life. Some great feelings that stirred up. (That was pure sarcasm by the way.)

No, in reality it felt like he’d taken both your heart and your soul and crumbled it to pieces. Years down the drain. That first year of pining over the slightly older surgeon that you worked closely with followed by the next two years. 

Sure you should have seen it coming. Less time spent together and half the time you were together, there were fights speckled in. Over stupid shit. Leaving things around, forgetting to do something, missing a date. It was already being written in stone that you two weren’t going to last but you couldn’t take the signs at face value.

You just loved him so much. Every argument you thought maybe it was just a step to things working out. But it wasn’t. Now you’d spent the week in your apartment, using paid time off to wallow in your own pity.

And tomorrow was going to be your first day back at work. Your first day seeing him since everything happened. You had no idea what the hell you were going to do. Natalie and Will sort of had a plan in place, one they could only do so much about.

“We see him coming and we’ll make sure he asks one of us for help, or if you need a consult we’ll take over when he’s there, easy.” Natalie was proud of her plan, her boyfriend just nodding along knowing that was not how any of that was going to work.

You guys were doctors. It wasn’t like they’d always have time to be a personal block between you and the surgeon. Which was proven true the literal first patient you had. Will and Natalie were actually treated the sibling of the boy you had under your care who needed surgery.

And of course the surgeon in question was none other than Dr. Rhodes. Sure you could be professional but that was also when you completely avoided looking in the dark haired man’s direction. Something that was picked up by and brought up by the boy’s mother.

“Do the two of you have an issue with one another? Because I’d like for my doctors to be able to communicate so that I know my baby is getting the best care there is.” Her arms folded tightly across her chest as your mouth gaped.

Were you supposed to lie? Tell her that you and the man next to you were fine? You could handle him. But as much as you believed that, you couldn’t stop the tears pricking at your eyes when you so much as glanced at the back of his head.

Slightly you cleared your throat. “We’re okay, but uh, if it’ll make you feel better, I can have Dr. Halstead, who’s with your other son, take over here.” You spoke with a faint smile, the mother nodding tightly.

It was obvious she didn’t believe you just as much as you didn’t believe yourself and you didn’t want to make this day any worse for her. “Will, uh, could we switch? Mom’s asking for a different doctor.” She bit at her cheek, the look on her face giving away that that wasn’t the entire story but there was no time to question it.

“Yeah sure, we’re just finishing up his labs here.” Natalie gave you a soft smile as the rest of the shift continued, this time without any hiccups. And crossovers were smoother than that one. And once it was over, you were right back where you were that morning.

Crying on your couch.

Except, about halfway through your rewatch of Dirty Dancing, there was a knock on the front door. You weren’t expecting anybody and when you pulled open the front door, you were staring back at the last person you ever expected to grace your entrance way again.

“Connor?”

He gave a tight smile, sucking in a breath, “Can I come in?” You had to fight to hold back the scoff that nearly came out, raising your eyebrows. Who did he think he was just showing up, a week after you two broke up.

Annoyed, you went to shut the door with a roll of the eye, only stopping when the man grabbed the edge of it. “Y/n, please. Look, I just want to talk okay? We work together for god sakes, you have to learn to at least look me in the eye. Especially if we’re taking care of the same patient.”

As much as you wanted to pretend he was wrong, he wasn’t. Begrudgingly, you stepped aside, letting him come in. It was silent for a couple moments, the man taking in the mess that had fallen upon your apartment. 

In all honesty, he wasn’t that aware that the breakup had affected you this much. Obviously he knew you were upset, the lack of your appearance at work was enough proof of that. But seeing the messed up couch, the take out containers and half empty tissue box just put things into perspective. 

“Alright, are you going to say something or just judge the state of my house? Because I seriously-”

“Just tell me whatever you’ve been dying to tell me, y/n.” He cut you off, turning his attention back to you fully. “I can tell from the look on your face that you want to say something but you’re not letting yourself, and I know how much stuff like that eats at you.”

You nostrils flared as you looked up at him, “You don’t get to say that you know anything about me anymore Connor. You don’t. Not with all the shit that’s happened.” Your words came out harsher than you meant to and for a second you realized that maybe you did have some choice words for him.

“I’m sorry. I just, I want you to be able to get on with things. Move on, not have to worry about me when you’re at work.”

“I’m always going to Connor! I love you.” Your voice cracked along with the dam that was keeping your tears at bay. “With my entire heart, and you left. So I’m sorry if I can’t just get past that in seven days.” You tightly crossed your arms over your chest, sniffling.

If anything was embarrassing it was crying in front of someone that was the source of the tears streaming down your face. And you hated it. You absolutely despised how he was capable of all these emotions spilling from you and that you couldn’t even keep yourself from showing it.

“You know what. I do have something.” You cleared your throat, the anger fading and bringing back the heaviness in your chest. Connor nodded, gesturing for you to continue, his gaze on you entirely. “Did you ever even love me?” 

The softness of the question made Connor’s heart drop, his eyes flicking over your face. The lack of response made you scoff, nodding tightly. “Alright. That’s enough of an answer for me. You can go now.”

“Wait no, I did-”

“Go.” You practically yelled, squeezing your eyes shut and pointing at the door to your left. “And don’t try to talk to me again unless it’s work related.” The sound of the door opening and shutting was all you heard before you let yourself crumple onto the couch, crying until you couldn’t cry anymore.

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okay so your es/ls verse is making me lose my mind omg!! I check everyday and every little snippet heals a part of my soul I am not even kiddinggg! This last one about es!sam missing was so so so on point, I finally have the courage to send you an ask - what if es!sam or dean or both at the same time see ls!sam and dean uhm...um...doing what they are yearning for, kissing or spooning or straight up boning...what happens then? Does ES!Dean freak out and bolt? Does ES!Sam feel hopeful about the future for the first time since coming? Do ES!Sam&Dean evade each other forever?????? Do they accept it or try to play up their wtf reactions as if they havent been dreaming of this forever???

PS - odd detail but I love how adorably you write "kisses you on both cheeks" - english isnt my first language so forgive me if this comes as weird but this phrase of yours always me laugh because it is so cute haha?! I hope ES!Sam kisses Cas on both cheeks? Did I use it right???

EEK! thank you, anon! MWAH MWAH!

and please send me all the asks in the world! i cradle all of these asks in my hands like a duckling, lol!

OKAY ANON LMAO I TOTALLY READ THIS WHOLE THING COMPLETELY WRONG!!!! i read it as: what if LS!Dean&ES!Sam walk in on LS!Sam&ES!Dean kissing, and wrote this big long terrible thing about it!!!! my mistake!!!!!!! i was about to click publish then read it again and realized my error! if y'all ever want that lesson in angst and torture, lmk lol.

but GAH!!! your BRAIN!!!! i had to write a narrative little thing about it, i hope you enjoy!

sam doesn't know where the hell anyone is.

he checks the kitchen. nope. the armory, no one. the library? empty. he checks everyone's bedrooms, the garage, the war room, the dungeon (still can't believe there's a future where he owns a dungeon), and they're all completely empty.

sam is starting to suspect that they all went out without him, despite the fact that sammy had immediately established the ground rule that no "same" winchesters can go out together without a pretty extensive disguise.

that rule had been established when they all went out to the bar to drink their collective problem away (with the younger winchesters in big-billed trucker hats) and a drunk girl had stumbled straight from older dean's unwilling arms into younger dean's infinitely-more-willing arms and did a double-take. then a triple-take. then she saw The Sams, and they got the hell out of dodge before things could get ugly.

twins exist, for sure, but identical twins separated by 10+ years? not really.

sam's walking down another of the infinite hallways when he spots dean--his dean.

he had given up on finding anyone and gone to do some more archiving work. it was one of the only things that kept him sane in this new reality, and he enjoyed the quiet, satisfying work of logging complicated artifacts in his older self's laptop.

it was outside on of these rooms that he finds dean.

sam is positive there's nothing on these floors but dusty, mostly unopened rooms full of non-sharp, lore-heavy papers and gadgets and pottery, so he's confused why dean is here at all.

(and another, more bitter part of him is surprised to see him here without his precious sammy)

dean's pressed against a door, and sam's steps slow, because he's seen this exact scene in that one movie about the blair witch that terence made him watch at stanford. they had all jumped and laughed and rolled their eyes, but sam had sat straight as a board, beer sweating and unopened in his hand.

dean is clearly not looking at him, face pressed into the doorcrack like he's trying to smell or something. sam creeps forward, listening, but can only dean's quick breathing.

is he hurt? sam picks up his pace.

when he's directly behind him, he leans his head in close. he can smell his own shampoo in dean’s hair.

“dean!” he says suddenly, because it’s his big brother, and sam is legally obligated to be a little shit about it.

dean jumps like he just took a bullet to the kidney, and he slams both hands over his mouth. he whips around with glaring eyes, but he’s clearly shocked by something. something not-sam.

“what the hell?” dean asks, sharply, voice barely above a whisper.

“what are we doing?” sam asks, lowering his voice, too. is something wrong? what’s in the room? sam makes a step forward, but dean reaches a hand out to sam’s chest, keeping him there.

dean raises his other hand to his lips, motioning for sam to be quiet. sam hunches instinctively, and creeps forward quietly.

he and dean are sharing space next to the door, and sam presses even closer so dean’s back brushes his chest with every inhale. there’s a few-centimeter crack in the door, just enough for light to come through, but they can only see a sliver of a shelf from here.

there are voices, sam realizes. behind the door. they’re faint, but one is getting steadily quieter and louder, like they’re pacing back and forth from the door.

"--leave, already?"

a soft laugh. "you don't mean that."

a groan. "yeah, sammy, i kinda do. i don't like this. that we have to hide this."

sam knew it was their older selves, but the confirmation of it shoots a spark of nerves all the way down to his toes. why are they here?

“we’ve hidden this before. we hide literally everywhere. all the time.”

“but it’s us, y’know?”

“even more reason. could you imagine telling dean that this is how we end up?”

“kid’ll wet himself in glee, promise you that.” a silence. “what?”

“nothing. just…”

“d’ah, stop lookin’ at me like that.” dean grumbles. and his voice stops moving back and forth.

“or what?” challengingly. sam flushes, because he knows that tone of voice. he flirts with that voice. keep it together, man, he wants to scream to his older self. dean shifts in front of him.

“or i’ll come over there and make you,” dean says, and sam can feel the dean in front of him tense up.

there’s silence in the room for a second, and sam can feel the ragged inhales of the dean in front of him. sam’s palms are sweating.

“how long have they been here?” sam asks quietly, and if he didn’t know better, he would say dean shudders as his breath hits dean’s scalp.

“i don’t know. i just found them a few minutes ago. they’ve been talking about us.”

sam can feel dean’s voice rumble, and he closes his eyes, tight.

the silence reigns, and sam leans forward even more,

“what are they doing?”

sam reaches forward to push the door open. dean makes a wordless hushed sound of protest, but sam has already knocked the door open an inch. it’s silent on its hinges.

sam leans over dean, and his blood runs cold.

sammy is sitting on a table, facing the door. dean’s waist is pressed between his thighs, and one foot has hooked around dean’s calf to hold them close.

they’re kissing.

they’re kissing.

sam can hear the wet sounds their mouths make as they part and connect. tongues flash in the yellow over-head lights.

the dean in front of him makes a noise, shocked and…and something else.

“hate that i have to have you here, sammy. want to fuck you on the kitchen table, make them watch.”

sam watches his own face contort into a groan, watches older dean bite kisses down his throat. sammy’s lips are swollen and wet, and sam flushes hot because oh my god oh my fucking god—

“you like that idea, don’t you? spread you open for me, make your little favorite hear what a slut his older brother is? make him know you’re mine?”

younger dean’s hand flies to his mouth. sam desperately has to press a hand to his cock, and does so, praying that dean doesn’t turn around.

“no bites.” sammy pants, and tangles his hand in dean’s hair, pulling him away.

sam is shocked by the pure want and adoration on his older self’s face, and aches down to his very bones.

“can’t believe we wasted so much time.” he says, voice rough. his eyes are soft. older dean’s hand bunches in sammy’s shirt, and sam can see the tips of his ears go pink.

younger dean stumbles back, and slams into sam. sam jerks back with a yelp, throwing his hips away because he is terrified that dean is going to feel the hard swell of his dick in his jeans.

dean is panting, and his hand shakes on his mouth.

“oh my god,” dean whines. “they’re—together—they—“

“they’re fucking.” sam confirms, nodding and not knowing why. “they fuck. they fuck each other.”

“stop saying it!” dean whisper shouts, bending at the waist and standing up again, pacing in frantic little circles.

“together,” he’s muttering. “they’re—they—holy shit.”

sam’s heart is pumping in his ears. he can’t help it—he can’t—his eyes fall to dean’s crotch. there’s a bulge in his jeans. sam’s mouth goes dry. his whole body goes hot.

does…does dean—

“i don’t—“ sam says, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to follow that up with.

“yeah, i know.” dean says, laughing breathlessly. then his eyes get wide and he grabs a fist of his hair. “oh fuck. what are we gonna do?”

“pretend we didn’t see anything?” sam suggests.

“we were going to—y’know! to you!!! y’all!” dean says. he’s panicking. sam’s hope starts to curdle.

“say it—fuck. they’re fucking!” sam hisses. dean groans like he’s going to be sick.

dean put his hand over his mouth and starts muttering again. sam catches a few words. “kiss—how could he do that—little brother—we promised—can’t believe—“

something strange shifts in sam’s chest. since he was freshly 11—hell even before that, when he found out his kindergarten teacher was engaged, and sam found out what “marriage” meant, he had grabbed dean’s hand excitedly when he came to get him from the classroom and elatedly told him “we’re gettin’ married! i’m gonna marry you!” dad had later disabused him of that, and dean had crawled into their bed later that night and kissed sam’s tear-streaked cheeks. “it’s okay sammy,” he said, “i’m gonna be at your weddin’ anyway. standin’ right behind you.” sam’s stomach had curdled. “but if you’re really, super old—like 29–and you’re still not married, we can talk about it.”

sam had thought about it when he was 13 and watching dean press the girl of the month against the side of the impala from the motel window. 16 years to go, he had thought with all the tone and life of someone counting down the years of a terminal diagnosis. he had been rotting with this for years.

and they—future they—did it! are doing it? they…they’re together. in all the ways. in every way.

“i gotta go,” dean mutters, and sam catches one look at his overwhelmed expression before dean takes off. sam blinks after him, still processing.

together. he and dean together.

“dean,” sam calls. he’s shocked by how breathless he is, and clears his throat. “wait up!”

he follows his brother, like he’s been doing since he was six.

but for the first time in his life, his chest swells with a tentative, frantic hope. he’s afraid the weight of it—of them—will choke him. he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. dean probably won’t talk to him. but sam—he—it’s starting. this could go either way, but whatever this is—love, family, whatever—is starting.

and he can’t wait to find out.

~~~

“do you think they’re talking about it?” sammy asks later, washing his face before bed. dean is sitting on their bed with a cleaning cloth, freshly showered. “do you think it was enough of a kick in the ass?”

“knowing us, not a fucking shot.” dean says blandly, cleaning his gun. “at this rate, i think i will actually have to suck your cock in the library four times a day to get it to sink in.”

sam rolls his eyes, and dryly says, “romantic.” he adjusts his collar and his eyes land on a couple of splotchy bruises on his neck. “hey!” he leans out of the bathroom. “i think you actually left bruises.”

dean looks up, face purposefully placid.

“whoops. let’s hope pipsqueak doesn’t see those.”

sam scowls.

“you’ve got issues.”

dean lifts one shoulder up in a coy shrug and tilts his head.

“aw, baby. only for you.”

“you’re an ass!” sam calls as he steps back into the bathroom. he looks at his and dean’s toothbrushes sitting side-by-side.

he smiles. yeah.

they definitely got them.

~~~

PS - aw! thank you so much!!! it’s not weird at all! and yes, that's completely correct, haha! ES!Sam is for sure kissing Cas on both cheeks!

LS!Dean is the guy running up and trying to stop it but the poor fool is too late! they are embracing!

(I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE ONLY OTHER EXAMPLE OF THIS IN TUMBLR'S GIF LIBRARY IS FROM GABRIEL'S INFERNO, PLEASE IGNORE THE CONTEXT OH MY GOD AHAHAH)

anyway!!!

i am kissing you on both cheeks! so now we're both laughing! thank you for this ask, anon, it made me giggle! have a great day! <3

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3

[crazyunsexycool]

Unbreakable

Chapter 5

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, nightmare, mentions of abuse, talks of implied sexual assault, Marvin being a good boy, Steve being his dreamy self (at least I think so),

A/N: These two are so cute together. 🥹

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The compound was huge and mostly empty. You looked at it with awe as your taxi drove away. Marvin sat next to you but by the shuffling he was doing he wanted to explore. The glass walls only exposed the dark empty entrance but you didn’t dare just walk in. No, you’d stay just where you were until Steve came out. It apparently took a few minutes from wherever he was in the belly of the building but soon enough you saw his large silhouette through the glass. 

“Hey.” He says with a smile once he opens the door. “How was the drive up? I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up but some briefings held me up.” 

“It’s ok. The drive wasn’t bad but the taxi driver had horrible taste in music.” 

He smiles as he grabs the gym bag you brought with you and holds the door open for you. It had been about a week since the first movie night. The next day he had been called out for a mission that lasted almost the full week. It didn’t help that there was also limited contact. But it did help you think about the relationship that was forming between the two of you. Was it just friendship or was there a hint of more? You wanted to say the latter but you were forcing yourself to not go there. 

“Nat’s very excited to meet you.” 

“Well I’m very excited to meet her too.” 

Today was the first day of your training on self defense. It was exciting but nerve wracking. 

“Would you like a tour first? I think Nat is finishing up on some paperwork.” 

“Ok.” You looked up and smiled at Steve. 

He led you through common rooms and the living quarters, empty labs, meeting rooms, the gun range and ended in the gym. The whole time the building was empty. Not a single soul other than you and Steve. And Marvin of course. 

“This is where we do— did our training.” 

“Every day?” 

“Yeah, we would partner up with different team members to make sure we could handle different fighting styles. We would practice different combat tactics with everyone’s abilities.” There was fondness and regret mixed in his words. His eyes were distant as if he were reliving memories that happened right in this very room. 

Across the room a door opens and in walks Nat. You maybe looked her up to see how intimidating she was and you were not disappointed. Marvin is practically vibrating next to you as Nat gets closer. There is an air of aloofness but her eyes betray her. She gives you a practiced smile as she stops before you.

“Nat this is Y/N, Y/N this is Nat.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” 

“I could say the same thing.”

Marvin nudges Nat’s thigh and huffs until he gets attention. 

“And who is this handsome boy?”

“This is Marvin, he’s my service dog. You can pet him if you like.” 

Nat goes on one knee and Marvin nudges her chest until she is scratching behind his ears. You look up at Steve who has a sad expression on his face. After another minute of Nat and Marvin getting to know each other she stands back up. 

“So, Steve tells me you want to learn how to defend yourself.”

“Yes and I really appreciate both of you doing this. I know you’re probably really busy and it means a lot.” 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s good to have a few moves under your belt. Now, do you have any fighting experience at all?”

“Does swinging a frying pan count?” You grimace.

“Did you hit the intended target?”

You nod as you remember the day of the snap.

“Then it does. I want to show you a few very basic moves and go from there. That way I can see what we need to work on. It will probably take a few lessons, I hope that’s ok?” 

“Whatever you think works best. I am here to learn.” 

“Good, Steve is going to be our training dummy. He was kind enough to volunteer.” Nat smiles genuinely this time and you smile back. “Ok so I’m going to show you one move and then you’ll do it. That way I can see where you are and where to go from there.” 

You nod and move to sit at a bench Nat pointed to. With the help of Steve she starts showing you simple moves. Then you get up and practice the same moves over and over until you get them right. You’re beaming by the time the lesson is halfway through and you all take a break. It’s more for your sake than theirs. Steve takes Marvin for a walk and promises to bring back more water bottles. That leaves you and Nat alone and considering how thoughtful and careful she has been up to now, being under her scrutiny makes you cautious. 

“He likes you, you know.” Nat finally breaks her silence. Her statement leaves you unsure of how to respond. “You don’t have to like him like that. Steve is respectful and won’t ever push you to do something you don’t want but thank you for just being there for him. I haven’t seen him smile like he used to in a long time.” 

“H-how can you be sure it’s because of me? Maybe he just became my friend because of Marvin.” 

“He is a cute dog.” 

“The best boy.” 

Nat cracks a grin and leans back, propping herself on her elbows. Before you can pick up the conversation you both hear something happening outside. The wind had picked up and there was something mechanical whirling until it stopped. Everything went completely still and you looked over at Nat to find that she wasn’t worried at all. About a minute later Steve walks back in with Marvin in tow and two strangers. A rather odd pairing. It was a raccoon and a blue lady. Marvin trots happily to his spot next to you but you feel on edge. 

“Hey Romanoff.” The raccoon greets your new found friend. 

“Rocket, Nebula. How was the flight?” 

“It could have been worse.” The woman, Nebula you assumed, answered. “Who’s this?” 

“This is Y/N a friend.”

“Hi.” You squeak out with an awkward wave. 

Black eyes bore into yours and you feel like she’s reading your thoughts and maybe she is. After a few awkward seconds she finally looks bored and moves on. Both Nebula and Rocket excuse themselves to go freshen up. 

“So you guys work with a talking raccoon?”

They both nod as if a talking raccoon is the most normal thing in the world. 

“I’m very disappointed you never told me you know a raccoon that can talk.”

“How exactly was I supposed to work that into a conversation?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Nat would have done it.”

“I really would have.”

Steve shakes his head but chuckles while you and Nat high five. 

“I think we’re done for today.”

“I should get going.” 

“Don’t. Stay and hang out with us.” Nat says. “You brought a change of clothes, right?” 

You nod. 

“Perfect, stay the night then. I’ll show you to one of the spare bedrooms.” 

She didn’t give you a choice but you still looked at Steve. He only smiled and gave you a nod. 

“I like her.” Nat said as she walked into the living room. “You two would be perfect together.” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think she’s looking for a relationship.” 

“Have you talked about it with her?” 

“No but I'm sure that after whatever happened to her she’s looking to stay as far away from relationships as possible.” 

“Well you won’t know until you talk about it. Don’t wait until it’s too late. I saw how you looked at each other.” 

“Fine, when the time is right I’ll sit down and talk to her.” 

“Talk to who?” Rocket walked in with Nebula following close behind. 

“It’s nothing. How was your mission?” 

Nebula and Rocket start telling them all of the details about their latest mission in deep space. They’re engrossed in the story so no one hears you walk toward the living room. 

“And then bam.” Rocket says and then yelps when Marvin barks. He turned around with a gun in his hand and pointed in your direction.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“You didn’t scare me. Nothing scares me.” 

“What about that time that we-“ 

“Nope, not scared.” Rocket cuts Nebula off and even though she doesn’t seem like the type of person that smiles the essence of a smile graces her lips for a second. 

You smile as you take the open spot next to Steve on the couch and Marvin lays at your feet. 

“How about a movie?” Nat grabs a remote from the coffee table and puts something on. 

The night had been nice. Steve was glad that you’d stayed for an impromptu movie night. The longer he spent around you the more he could see a weight lift off your shoulders, a light come back to your eyes. It made him care for you more, to want and protect you from all the bad things that this world still had to offer. He laid in bed wondering if it would be too soon to ask you out on a proper date. Maybe he would talk about it with Nat first and get her opinion. Steve closed his eyes with the hope of getting some sleep before he drove you back to the city. 

Marvin’s bark pulls Steve out of the state of drowsiness he found himself in. Were you trying to take him outside and got lost? Steve gets up and before he opens the door to his room a blood curdling scream rips through the air. His feet move faster than his brain as he runs down the hall. Nat is there with a gun in hand ready to attack whoever is hurting you. Another scream, there’s begging for someone to stop hurting you and Steve is ready to rip whoever it is into pieces. 

“Friday, how many intruders are there?” Nat asks in a whisper.

“There are no intruders. Ms. Y/L/N seems to be having a nightmare.” 

Nat looks up at Steve and quietly asks him what to do. 

“You should go in first. I think she’ll feel safer with a woman.” 

Nat nods and hands him her gun. She opens the door as you yell again. Marvin is on the bed trying to wake you up as you struggle against the bed sheets that are now wrapped around you.

“Y/N, you’re ok. You’re safe.” Nat calls out softly. “I need you to wake up for me. Y/N you’re safe. We aren’t going to let anyone hurt you.” 

You wake up with a small gasp and tears rolling down your temples. 

“Can I come closer?” Nat asks from the foot of the bed. 

Through the soft moonlight filtered through the window she sees you nod. Nat moves around so that you can see her better.

“Can I untangle the bed sheets?”

You nod again and she makes quick work of it. 

“Steve is right outside, would you like him in here with you or do you prefer that I stay?” 

“Steve.” You whisper. 

He couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him with the knowledge that you felt safe with him. Nat walks out and nods towards the room before telling him that she would make you some tea. Standing in the doorway with just the moon as a light source he can see your tear stained cheeks and the look of fear still in your eyes as you sit up against the headboard. Marvin drapes himself over your lap in order to provide you with comfort. 

“What can I do for you Y/N?” Steve asks softly but you still startle at his voice. 

“Um… I- Could you-“

“It’s ok, take your time.” Steve says as he watches you struggle to give him an answer.

“Sit with me.” You say after a moment.

“I can do that.” 

Steve walks in and sits at the foot of the bed but for you that’s too far. You finally look up at him and he gives you a gentle, reassuring smile.

“Too far.” You mumble with a small pout. 

“Where should I sit then?” 

You answer by pulling back the covers and patting the spot next to you. Steve gets up and moves around the bed but doesn’t sit. 

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with me sitting here?” 

“Yes.” 

Steve nods and settles into the spot beside you. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You look up at him just as Nat walks in with a cup of tea.

“This should help calm your nerves. If you need anything I’m just down the hallway.” 

“Thanks Nat.” You say as you grab the mug and take a sip. 

She smiles and walks out leaving you and Steve alone again. It’s alone for a few minutes. 

“It was more like a memory than a nightmare.” You start. “He was pinning me down by pressing his knee on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. Then he was ripping off my clothes-“ you choked a sob and Steve took your hand in his. 

Marvin lifted his head and licked away the tears. You pet his head until he settles back down and then you rest your head on Steve’s shoulder. 

“I hate feeling like I’ll never be free of his hold.” 

“I know you can’t see it right now but you’ve come a long way already.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You huff.

“Tell me something, before when he was around how many times a week were you able to go out and hang out with friends? Maybe go have dinner or a girls night? Or go hang out at a friend’s house?” 

“Never.” 

“If we would have met before everyone blipped, would we have been able to be friends?” 

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head. “He wouldn’t have allowed it.” 

“Yet here you are. You went out to lunch with your friend the other day. We had a movie night at your place. We’ve gone to the dog park and you’re even having a sleepover. 

So while you feel like he still has a hold on you, every time you do something he wouldn’t have liked you’re freeing yourself.” 

You sat there and thought about what he said. 

“He would have hated you.” 

“I think I can live with that.” Steve squeezes your hand. 

“Can I ask for a favor? You can say no.” 

“Anything.” 

“Could you stay here tonight?” 

“If you’re sure then yes.”

“I’m sure.” 

“Alright, let’s get comfortable.” He says and begins to shuffle around to lay back down.

The next morning Steve wakes up first. Marvin is huffing on his side of the bed wanting to be let out. Steve doesn’t want to move though because you’re comfortably asleep on his chest with his arm around you. He can’t help the smile he gets when he looks down at you sleeping soundly. He’ll make sure to commit this moment to memory so that he can draw it later. 

“You’re really warm.” You say in a sleepy voice. 

“Is that bad?”

“Absolutely not. It's the best, I’m always cold.”

“So you’re just using me for my body heat?” 

You giggle and press yourself into him more. “Yes, I am.” 

Marvin whines again and scratches at the door. 

“I have to take him out.” You say as you start to get up.

“I’ll take him for a run. Stay in bed or go find Nat.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.” 

“I’m offering.”

“Thank you.” 

“It’s no problem.” Steve reluctantly gets up and takes Marvin with him while you lay back down. It’s the first time in years that you manage to have a smile on your face so early in the morning.

After having spent some more time with Nat and Nebula Steve drove you home. 

“You should take him running more often. He’s never this calm.” You say while looking at Marvin in the back seat. 

“Well I do run a lot. I probably tired him out.” 

Steve stops his car right in front of your building and gets out to open your door for you. Even though it’s a short walk to your front door he walks beside you with your bag in his hand. 

“I’m glad you came over yesterday. Hopefully we can do this again soon. Nat was already bugging me about bringing you back.”

“Nat’s great. We even made plans to go out sometime soon.” 

“Well I’m very proud of you.”

Steve beams and you can’t help but return the smile. 

“I’m proud of myself too. Thank you for everything Steve.” Unconsciously you throw your arms around his midsection and hug him right. 

His arms wrap around you and you feel him kiss the top of your head. You can’t help but sigh at the comforting gesture. 

“I’ll see you soon?” You ask hopefully.

“Of course, unless Nat decides to keep you for herself.” 

“Never,” you shake your head. “I’ll always have time for you.” 

“Good, I’ll make sure to use it all up then.” 

You take your bag from him and unlock the front door. With a final wave goodbye you and Marvin head up to your apartment. It’s the first time in a very long time that you’ve felt the heavy weight of guilt and anger and regret get lighter. You can’t help but think that Steve is right. With everything you go out and do you are freeing yourself from his hold on you.

 More importantly you’re starting to feel like yourself again. 

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[that-one-anxious-mango]

lady in my life.

Summary: It’s official…your fave couple is are getting hitched’.

Contents: FLUFF TO DEATH. Clueless reader. Nervous Austin. Happy friends and family. Angst if you squint. Allusions to religion. 

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black Reader

Warnings: I am not responsible for any stray tears or sobbing!

A/N: Hello beautiful humans! It’s me. First, I’m so sorry this took so long! I know I said last weekend but I wanted to make this perfect and rewrote it over and over until I finally stopped the madness. So two, I ask that everyone please be kind! I did my best and I know it’s not the greatest, but honey I put my soul in this lol. As always thanks for reading and sticking with me.

P.S Everyone feel free to comment and send more prompts, asks, and noodles! Much love! *hugs*

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" You're ridiculous." You grumbled out to the blonde haired man next to in the driver's seat who was laughing at your passionate outrage.

" Am not. " He shot back, " You're just too proud to admit that you might be wrong is all." He countered laughing at the scrunch in your eyebrows that you made as you glowered at him.

" Are too! I mean how could you say that! It's so..so s-o just..wrong! You're wrong, Butler." You concluded folding your arms across you chest in confidence.

" Nope I'm right. You can't beat the original, babe. It's a classic and that's my opinion. Deal with it." Austin cemented.

" Austin. Babe." You turned your head deadpanning him, " I can confidently say that me and about ninety-eight percent of the world will agree that Shrek 2 is absolutely better than Shrek 1. The end. So I don't care what you or any of the other pointy eared people of the world have to say about it because that's not a opinion, it's a fact. " You shrugged.

Smiling at how cute he thought you looked trying to be all serious Austin laughed, " Baby, is this what your going to do if we ever get married. Make fun of me to win a argument and look cute while doing it." He playfully squeezed your thigh with the hand resting on it.

You could feel your cheeks heat at the mention of the two of you married. It was something that you often pondered and had had some musings and conversations with Austin about. You already could see yourself being married but you wouldn’t lie. The thought seemed scary. 

Would you really be enough for him forever?

All of a sudden feeling shy you turned your head toward the window to try and hide the gooey smile on your face that complimented the butterflies fluttering in your stomach that had made a permanent home there since you'd met your man almost two years ago.

Responding you say trying to sound light hearted, " Absolutely. Even though you may be handsome, smart, talented, kind, and equipped with certain mouth skills. I have to keep you from getting a big head one way or another. Besides this one wasn't much of a argument because like I said the clear answer is two. And even though you're wrong, you're still cute."

Austin couldn't help that he kept chuckling at you, " Whatever you say goes then I guess. Just as long as we can both agree that Lilo and Stitch is one of the best movies ever, I think we'll be fine." Austin patted your thigh.

" Well duh. I think you can tell from the fifty thousand times I’ve had us watch it that I whole heartedly agree.” You reminded him. 

Nodding Austin glanced over at you with a smile on his face.

‘And I can’t wait to keep watching it with you over and over again for the rest of my life. He thought.

Eventually the two of you were exiting the car in a parking lot a block away from the Totem. Austin said there was construction being done in the surrounding area of the place so the usual parking lot and spaces were blocked.

Grabbing Austin's hand you sighed already feeling your feet begin to ache at the thought of walking the block in the new black converse shoes you'd just bought that weren't broken in yet. You were feeling cute today for some reason so when you thought of wearing them, you paired the shoes with some nice jeans and a cute blue low neck long sleeved top Austin suggested while you got ready. The two of you were stopping by The Totem for a second before heading over to a casual gathering Austin had been invited to. So you wanted to look your best.

 Your hair was unusually silk pressed and flowing down your back since a couple days ago Alex had asked you to be her test dummy for a new heat protectant she wanted to try, and at the stipulation she clipped your ends you obliged. 

Noticing a frown on your face he asked, “ What’s the matter? “ Shaking your hand to get your attention.

Looking up you shook your head quickly, “ Nothing.” 

He raised he eyebrows while stopping you both, “ Y/N..” He asked.

You already knew that he wasn’t going to let it go you sighed, “ It’s nothing babe, honest. It’s just that I wish I would have worn better shoes. These are about to be a pain to walk in.” You huffed.

“ Well then don’t.” He stated simply back. “ Hop on.” He turned to move so you could jump on his back.

Giggling at how silly he looked you asked, “ Are you serious? “

He laughed back, “ About my baby being comfortable? Fuck yeah. Now c’mon.” He repeated. 

Doing a quick look around you shrugged, “ Okay..then.” You agreed moving to grab at his shoulders.

" Alright, mama. On the count of three. One...two..THREE!" He coached.

Shrieking in glee you launched yourself onto his back where you secured your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He made sure that you were attached to him good before he continued walking with a giddy you on his back.

You used a hand to cup the side of his cheek as you pressed a multitude of kisses to the side of his face and neck. Equally as happy he moved his head to the side to return the favor to a giggling you over and over again.

And before you knew the two of you had reached the door of the ever beloved totem, but once you seen the sign through the window your gleeful expression dropped.

Closed.

Immediately Austin could feel you begin to wiggle on his back in discontent, " No! No! No! Awe. I really wanted that cookie! " You pouted. " I could have sworn you said they were open when you checked."

Pressing another kiss to your cheek Austin wrapped you tighter around him, " I know, Mama. I did too." He offered." Maybe they just closed for a second for a cleaning or something." He tried reasoning. Just as you were about to suggest that the two of you pick up a box of insomnia cookies and go home to lounge in your underwear, Austin spotted your favorite barista through the door.

" Look it's Cameron. Maybe she can come to the door and we can ask." Austin suggests.

Your eyes grew in introverted horror, " No! No! Austin don't! " You protested trying to shift your body to get him to turn around.

But it was too late he'd already began knocking. " Hey Cam! Cameron! "

" Aus...." You whined feeling yourself involuntarily cringe.

But still that didn't stop him from continuing to knock on the door and call out like a mad person until Cameron finally came to the door cracking it open.

" Hey guys what's up? " She greeted looking chipper than usual. Probably because with the shop closing so her shift was shorter today.

" Nothing much. Sorry to bother you guys. I know you look to be closed and I really hate to ask truthfully. But is there any chance by the grace of God that you may have some oatmeal chocolate cookies and dark chocolate latte mix in there on stand by...maybe." He inquired squinting his eyes.

You turned your head cringing because you couldn't imagine ever feeling this confident to do something like this, and not to mention you felt bad bothering these poor people.

Turning her head to look back toward the café Cameron looked back to the two of you nodding, " I'm sure we could find some for the best of our two customers. Plus we're just closed for a couple hours for some deep cleaning so no big. C'mon in quick before anyone else sees you guys and thinks were open."           

   She ushered you in with a chorus of ‘thank yous’ coming from Austin and yourself.

Once you were inside Austin gently set you down pressing a kiss to your forehead while you made a puzzled face at him.

Even though he was a lot more social than you in most aspects due to his job, Austin was still just as much of a introvert as you at heart. So you were surprised he had knocked on the door like that.

Shrugging it off you glanced around at possibly your most favorite place on earth.

 It looked normal. None of the tables and chairs were put up, the bakery display was full, with treats and all the machines were still running. The only difference was that the store lights were slightly dimmed and that was really it.

They must have just closed. 

Grabbing your hand Austin walked you two over to the register so he could begin placing your usual orders.

For you, a medium light ice mango passion fruit tea with a oatmeal cookie chip cookie. As for him he always got, a extra cold oat milk latte with dark chocolate syrup and a shot of expresso that was usually paired with a cherry turnover of all things. And on days like these where the two of you hadn't eaten but still wanted to make dinner at home you split a harvarti grilled cheese (your favorite).

While Cameron rang it all up he turned to you, " You know what would go great with these, babe? " He questioned bringing out his wallet.

You stared up to him, " Hmm? "

" A poem from the poem machine to read. You mind going to get one while I take care of the rest of this." He questioned with a shiny quarter appearing in his hands to you.

You smiled, " No I don't mind. But first, put this in the tip jar for me, please." You asked handing him the five dollar bill, " And second keep you're quarter, babe I got my own." You shook your cute little googly eyed change purse at him.

The Totem had a really cool thing where they had a gumball machine full of poems from artists discovered and undiscovered throughout many periods of time. When the two of you started frequenting the place more often after your first encounter it'd become fun to get them to read. Plus all the money from the machine gets donated to minority charities which is a plus.

" I know you do. But I want you to use mine, please." He countered.

You frowned, " But you alrea-" . A kiss pressed to your lips cut you off and instead willed you to comply because when he pulled away and looked you dead in the eye, and without a word you took the quarter in your hand and ventured off to come back with a gumball poem.

Once you were around out of sight, Cameron clamped a hand over her mouth to hold in the excited scream that wanted to escape as Austin blew out a big breath of air watching you disappear a bit a ways.

He could hear quiet giggles and muffled laughs coming from the storage room where some of yours and Austin's closest friends were crammed into as they waited for their signal to pop out and start up the potential engagement party or crying session in the cafe's seating.

This whole thing had been two months of planning in advance. From both you and him conveniently both having the same day completely off which wasn't the norm, to all of a sudden earlier in the week Alex and Phoebe wanting to go to the nail salon for some girl time and the hair thing, yesterday night at a dinner hang Beatrice had out of no-where started bawling crying looking at you.                     

   And how The Totem wasn't actually closed for cleaning but rather booked out for the evening by Austin who'd instructed the close friends to get here a hour before the two of you and park sporadically in the area so you wouldn't get suspicious. The whole staff was in on it and had been in the kitchen working overtime to craft the menu Austin and the owner, Margo, had curated for later that consisted of all yours and his fave items from here. For the “casual gathering “ you were dressed for.

Earlier in your relationship during a random late night convo you’d lethargically told Austin your dream engagement scenario which included your future hubby to propose somewhere meaningful to the relationship with some kind of corny heartfelt action. You’d also joked that it’d be funny if there was like a surprise party after or something so you’d be able to skip the hassle of planning a engagement party. 

And even though the two of you sleepily had this conversation a year and a half ago, Austin never forgot.

Waiting until the coast was clear Phoebe walked out with tears in her eyes as she was overcome with excitement and anticipation silently coming around the counter and handing Austin the small black box she'd been entrusted with yesterday on the sly when she came to stop by really quick. Austin didn’t wanna risk you finding it at all. 

Riddled with he nerves shakily accepted it running his finger across the small black box.

Putting her hand over Austin's Phoebe whispered, " It's okay. Don't sweat it. You love her and she loves you. That's all that matters. Just remember to ease into and take your time." She encouraged. " And just keep loving my bestfriend." She advised.

Nodding Austin carefully wrapped her in a hug with a small chorus of thank yous tagged along.

When they pulled apart Phoebe motioned to the storage room door that was cracked as yours and Austin's friends stuck their heads out whisper yelling words of encouragement and thumbs up that stuck out from behind the heads. Including a Ashley who was bonding with her new-found friend Beatrice over a very hefty tissue they were both using. 

Nervously laughing and rubbing the back of his neck Austin cast them one last wave of  a thank you before the door closed and he moved over to bay-window table that had become you and Austin's staple spot. The food was already placed thanks to Cameron. Shooting her a thank you, clammy handed Austin rubbed them together blowing out air in nerves and anticipation while he waited for his future wife to come to the table.

Max, a staff member quietly made sure the camera hidden on a opposite table was rolling and the mic also hidden on your table was working well to feed to the speaker in the storage room so everyone could hear, then scampering back to the kitchen. 

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When you made it to the poem machine you inserted the precious coin and turned the knob to produce the little plastic container. Although you did get distracted making your way back to the café by stopping to browse some books (which Austin had counted on), you'd picked up a new one by Kennedy Ryan titled Before I let go that you'd been hearing good things about.

Making your way back you found Austin at your table and took a seat.

Hearing your footsteps he quickly pulled himself together to put back on the confident and cool aura he'd been purposefully displaying today.

You can do this, just be cool.

Taking a seat you immediately thanked your man and then began to eat your delights. Austin grinned watching you moan in delight eating your goodies. 

" Good? " He asked watching you wiggle and sway around happily while munching.

You nodded throwing a thumbs up.

" Good. Now, what'd you find, honey? " Austin takes a sip of his latte.

Waiting a second to finish you answered, " Oh..Um. It's that book I told that I wanted to find by that new author I recently discovered Kennedy Ryan. It's the on about the couple who's still in-love with each other after they divorced after being married for years with kids."

At the mention of the D word Austin couldn't help the choke on his coffee that happened as he set down his drink trying to catch his breath.

 Immediately you reached across the table to pat his back in concern. Silently thanking you he motioned for you to sit back down much to your protest. He already felt nervous.

" I'm fine, baby. I'm alright just w-ent down the wrong pipe is all. " He reassured grabbing at your hand. Knowing you'd protest he spoke, "I'm okay really. Just while I catch my breath why don't you read the poem you got." He suggested biting the bullet as he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He knew he needed to ease into it, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to keep himself alive much longer. 

He'd waited two years already.

That was enough.

Still not totally convinced he was okay you still popped the little sucker open and unfolded the strip of square piece of paper.

Taking one more look at him as he offered you a somber smile and nod to the paper.

You smiled not knowing that the small prints on the paper were about to change your life,

" So, it says.." You started:

" To the love of my life,

Our love will be ever thine, ever mine, ever ours                                                    for each passing minute, second, and hour                                                       until the days of our love bleed together.

Because if you'll be my wife,                                                                                      and take me a fool in love as your husband you shall be always be my greatest inspiration and joy in life.

This may be corny, I admit but to you my heart, mind, soul, and essence I commit for forever, always, and beyond.

Written to you will all I am.

Your hopeful future husband,

Austin."

You finished glancing over the words.

" Awe that's so sweet that someone would write that." You said out loud still not fully processing what'd you read.

With extremely observant eyes Austin continued to watch you transform like a caterpillar of cluelessness from a cocoon, to a butterfly in disbelief as you slowly went through the phases of realization.

At first you felt warmth in your heart.

But as the reality set in you felt your heart sped up a little.

O-oh SHIT! 

Is this? Is he? 

For longer than a minute you couldn't stop your eyes from rapidly re-reading the poem over and over again until your vision got a little blurry and you could feel the paper become wet and slick up your fingertip.

Even though your brain was still working overtime to compute what the fuck you had just read. It wasn't fully sinking in until his voice pulled you from your racing thought.

" Baby..."

Like his voice controlled the room you could see out your peripheral that the main lights had been turned down even lower so that beautifully strung string lights that decorated the place brightly at night, popped on. And the sound of Michael Jackson’s Lady in my Life began to play over the store speakers. 

Slowly lifting your head while you felt the tears race each other down your face, you were met with Austin's face that was equally mixed with happiness, fear, and devotion wrapped all into one. He looked a bit flush and his cerulean eyes looked glossy with tears of his own. You watched him look to his own hand, training his view you let out a audible gasp.

And then you that's when you seen it, the small black box that he had in his hand.

 He cleared his throat before starting, " Two years ago today right here in this very spot I fell in love with you and had half the mind to ask you to marry me then. And each day since I’ve found a new reason to keep falling. Your the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last person I wanna see when I go to bed. I love you. I mean every part of you. I love your kind heart, budding intelligence, fierce loyalty, those curls and coils that grow our of your head toward the sun, those delicious thighs decorated with beautiful handcrafted marks and strokes from god's paint brush." You began blushing at this part.

" I want our children to inherit that smile that has the power to brighten any room you enter. I wanna look you in those gorgeous eyes that sparkle when you talk about your goals and dreams that I'll use every ounce of my power to support and help make happen. I'll keep forcing you to take cold medicine even if it means physically holding you like infant again. And I’ll watch Twilight, Lilo and Stitch, Greys Anatomy and whatever the hell else to keep you as happy as possible. " He recalled his interesting introduction to your aversion to flu medicine.

" Since knowing you there isn't anyone else I could imagine wanting to spend the rest of my life with. Sharing good times and bad, awkward and more awkward. " He continued making you smile. " You came into my life and made me grow as a human being and then from a little seedling our relationship has grown too through the love we have. And I want it to continue to grow...only now I hope it will grow with us as husband and wife." He declares.

“ Baby, you are the lady in my life and I want you and only you to be my lady. Forever.“ He continues.

Wordlessly you watched as he got up to kneel down in front of where you sat opening up the little black box to reveal a absolutely gorgeous ring you were almost too certain was too nice for your hand.

Looking to you he inhaled before asking staring you straight into your soul,         

“ So..Y/N Y/M/N Y/N, will do this poor fool in love a mercy and please marry me? “ He finished.

Still stunned you were quiet feeling as if you were stuck.

You couldn’t believe this was happening.

This man who could have married probably any woman on the planet was asking YOU, of all people to marry him.

YOU!

You felt worry begin to creep in. Worry that you wouldn’t be enough for him, worry that he wouldn’t always feel the same, but mostly worry that you’d screw this up. 

Growing up you’d never really had a example of a healthy or stable loving marriage. So how good would you be at something you had no idea about? 

That worry wanted to push you to say no and bolt out the door to go into the nearest witness protection program.

But when you looked at this man. Really looked your man, who you’d spent every minute of two years loving, and wanted to love for the rest of your life. 

All the worry melted.

Because he was it. He was the man who made even your deepest fears melt, and that was the kind of man you’d always hoped and prayed to marry.

You didn’t hide the gooey and down right bright smile that formulated on your face.

Not wanting to keep an obviously sweating Austin in suspense any longer, or unknowingly a whole backroom, kitchen staff, and others on edge who were clutching their pearls while holding on to each other. You spoke. 

" Does this mean on the honeymoon we get to play accidentally in love in the background and have a montage like Shrek and Fiona ...or one like twilight." You goofed smiling through tears.

Blowing out air of relief as he was sure he was about to keel over he chuckled, " Woman what am I gonna go with you." He admired laughing at the power only you possessed to make him laugh while he was having heart palpitations. 

Your smile widen, " Well, first your going to put that ring on my finger, and then lift out this chair and desperately make out with me, and then we're going to plan a honeymoon montage sequence to rival all honeymoon montage sequences, because the answer is yes. A million times yes I will marry you Austin Robert Butler." You answered before jumping up and down in your chair.

Not stopping the tears from rolling down his face he says, "So bossy, “ He joked laughed.

“ Well I warned you this would happen, didn’t I.”

“ You did. And whatever you say goes.” He grinned “ That’s the rule now.”

Grabbing your hand to slid on the stunning jewelry. You didn't get too long to gaze at on your finger because like you requested Austin stood to his feet pulling you up to hoist your legs around his waist as the two of you locked yourselves in a all breath taking, passion filled, white searing kiss that you wish could have lasted forever.

But of course it didn't because you both were interrupted by the sounds of multiple cheers and woops coming from somewhere.

Confused you pulled away watching in amazement as yours and Austin's friends pooled in from the storage room as well as some entering the store through the door.

You playfully pouted at him realizing now all the things he’d done. He’d actually taken you serious and listened.

God! You loved this man!

Placing a big fat kiss to his lips. You wiggled out his embrace before you were practically tackled by sobbing friends.

For the rest of the night the party was set up before your eyes and you got to celebrate mingling with yours and Austin’s friends who some congratulated the two of you, and others started planning future baby showers and anniversary dinners.

After things got a bit overwhelming, Austin had found you and recused you to a small quiet place between bookshelves so you could make out and slow dance the night away with your...fiancée.  

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Are you still taking requests for creatures? I love Greek mythology. Oneiroi?

Oh hey anon; sorry it's taken a little while for me to get to your request. This sounded familiar to me and I couldn't place it. Obviously I looked it up, and it was incredibly interesting...but then I realized! (Sorry I'm gonna go off on a tangent for a second.) Persephone calls Hades "Oneiroi" when he appears in her dream in Rachel Alexander's Receiver of Many. Which is a fantastic series and 10/10 recommend.

So I'm gonna take a little inspiration from that book, as well as one of my favorite little animated shorts Somewhere in Dreamland. Hope you enjoy.

Themes/TW: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort

Find other Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

September 1984

Eddie was sick.

He didn't get sick often and it was a fact that he often touted about when his friends came down with a cold or the flu.

One time in the third or fourth grade, there was a horrible outbreak of the chicken pox and Eddie had been the only kid in class that didn't succumb to the terrible itching and endure countless oatmeal baths.

It was a bit of a blessing; his mom couldn't have afforded a day off work to take care of him or the penicillin shot at Doc Thomas' office. And once she was gone...well...Wayne and Rick did their best to take care of a healthy Eddie...who knows how much of a burden they would have faced with a phlegmy, puking one.

Now though, it hit him hard. Like 20 years of mediocre luck had run out.

It started with a dry and sore throat; he just wrote it off as having pushed his voice little too hard at the Hideout the night prior. A new setlist, a new song...pretty much an entirely new band. He had been excited.

Then his eyes started to feel dry and crusty; his vision just on the annoying side of strained and blurry. For the first time in his public school education, he wasn't lying when a teacher called on him and he said he was having trouble seeing the board.

By the time he got home, his head was pounding, and he used the last of his willpower to throw a can of chicken noodle soup in the microwave and call you to cancel your date for that night.

He curled himself into a ball on the couch and promptly passed out--didn't even touch his soup--only to wake up to yours and Wayne's voices in his ear and a hand on his forehead.

"...doesn't feel warm but he never gets sick. Maybe I ought to stay?"

Well...he assumed it was Wayne. It didn't really sound like Wayne. Maybe he was sick too.

"As much as he would enjoy the attention, he doesn't need both of us to stay with him. I've got something that'll fix him right up; you go."

"If you're sure?"

Next thing he knew, the front door slammed shut and his eyes cracked open to see a steaming bowl of something in his face.

"Alright you plague-ridden fiend," you teased. "Sit up, I'm not gonna spoon feed you."

"But what if I asked real nice," he groaned and hoisted himself upright.

He took the bowl and inhaled the warm steam coming from within. He'd had this recipe before; something your grandma made you if you were sick or just feeling down as a kid. You made it for him the day after Mickey left for college.

It had been like a healing light shined directly onto his soul.

Craving that feeling again, he practically shoveled the food into his mouth as you moved around the trailer to grab pillows and blankets and other supplies.

"Obviously I was worried when you cancelled," you explained as you roamed about. "I stopped at Bradleys so I could make dinner--there's ice cream too if you're feeling up to it--oh and Family Video...I figured some horror movies but then they had Casper and Friends and I couldn't say no to that. So I got a ton of cartoons. Popeye, Underdog...No Rocky and Bullwinkle. I promise."

"Fuck that squirrel," Eddie groused with his mouth full.

Before long, dinner and dessert had been consumed--the mix of warm and cold did wonders for his sore throat--and he was cradled in your arms on the couch as the otherwise-dark living room glowed from the old Technicolor cartoons on the tv. His arms were around your midsection as he rested his cheek right over your heart; the steady beat of it soothed him.

It was nice. You had your dates, your days out, your time with the guys...but this was different. It was almost as healing as dinner had been.

Comments were shared periodically between the two of you, and when there was a short that didn't particularly interest him, he would close his eyes to rest them.

He enjoyed the feeling of your hand carding through his hair.

Sure enough his headache started to fade.

Before long, a soft little lullaby started playing on screen and you hummed along to it. You were no singer--he teased you about it often; you couldn't carry a tune if your life depended on it--but you must have been familiar with this one if you could match every note instinctually.

Eddie opened his eyes and watched the two cartoon children on screen sing each other to sleep.

"I'll see you somewhere in dreamland," the little boy on screen crooned. "Somewhere in dreamland tonight."

"Do you think you meet the people you've lost...in your dreams?" Eddie asked suddenly. He didn't know where the question came from...or really why he asked it. It just bubbled out of him instinctually and...he felt like sobbing.

"I think so," you answered softly. "How else could they find you? But in your dreams?"

"Over a bridge made of moonbeams. We'll find the clouds are silver lined." The boy's sweet face turned serene.

"Did you know..." you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "That in greek mythology...the oneiroi...they control dreams and they live beyond an ivory and silver bridge on Olympus."

"Yeah?"

"Each little star is a castle," the little girl sang. "Shining a welcome so bright."

"Yeah. So I imagine that...that if you lose someone...a bridge like that would be easier for them to find...than the door to your house. Or they would just have to ask the oneiroi would help them."

Tears started leaking from his eyes and he turned his face into the softness of your chest to hide it. You felt him anyway.

"Hey what's this?"

"Sorry my eyes just hurt," he muttered.

You pulled him close to you and muttered sweet, reassuring words.

"Hey! It'll be ok," you whispered into the crown of his head. "It's ok, I'm here. I'm here so you've gotta feel better ok?"

"Don't go."

"I won't. I'm still here; don't cry anymore. Please."

"Please don't go."

The children still sang on the television.

"Dreams will come true for me and you. Somewhere in dreamland tonight."

April 1985

Eddie opened his bleary, leaking eyes.

His vision was blurred but he still could tell he was alone on the couch. The tv was off. A now-cold can of chicken noodle soup left half-eaten on the coffee table.

He was tired, he was angry, he was broken.

"I'm here Eddie, I'm here."

Your voice echoed in his head.

He was alone.

#aasb #hymns of heaven #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson angst #Eddie munson x reader

[ghostykapi]

no label [so when will we be together?]

dahyun & fem!reader // angst + fluff

did you know that in every twice album I get, she's always one of my pulls in my photocards. I love her but damn girl let me have a chaeyoung PC plEASEEEE

in almost each aspect from your life she was there. no matter where you went, she followed you like a lost soul to its faith. she would show up to your shows with a smile blinding your eyes everytime. even showing up at 3 am infront of your door, with a bag full of your favorite food, to the way she stares at you when you laugh with a pull on her heart.

it was also no secret that you had reciprocated her love. you don't even try to hide it in your eyes and actions. you may look intimidating to any stranger that meets you, but to her, you sit there in her life as her teddy bear that's ready to keep her safe in your arms. you've become her safe escape when her eyes hurt from the camera flashes as she became your taste of excitement in your patterned days.

"but that's just it" momo tells you in a late night drinking session with nayeon and chaeyoung "that's all you guys are, if you none of you put up a label!"

yeah. that's just it.

you aren't even her lover, aka in other words, you guys don't even have a label.

"look" you start, the tipsiness seeping in from your 3rd drink "i'm content with my relationship with her-"

"-that i don't see why i should ruin it blah blah blah" chaeyoung whines from the couch, her hand mindlessly doodling on nayeon's arm "just get it on already dude! how many times do i have to convince you that my bro is smitten by you"

"it's true, she gets too happy every time she comes to practice after a night out with you" nayeon also complains "what's stopping you?"

you don't answer them, seemingly lost in thought after asked the question. what is stopping you from asking her? what's pulling you back to being together with her?

you don't know really, why you won't pursue?

"I don't know" you're tipsy smile leaving them baffled "she's in my life already, what more does a woman like me want?"

her love, that's all you want

"it's always better to know" momo sighs as she pours another one for the both of you "you know this the most don't you?"

you did know that, each passing day after every what if popping in your mind reminds you that. it's better to live in experience, not in regret

and so in drunken thought, maybe this is the time you would do it. the time you would confess to her to finally start at something, even if the outcome can hurt you or embrace you

and so for the next few weeks you meticulously plan out your confession to her. it didn't need to be a big one, remembering that she values her private life and being low-key. all you had to do was to confess to her in one of your late night outings with just the two of you

you started out hopeful at first when the opportunities came, but always chickened out last minute due to nerves or the universe seemingly stopping your confession before it even starts.

you try to confess in a late night fast food run, but getting interrupted by her members spamming your phones to get some for them as well. you try to confess in a stay in home hangout at her place, but getting interrupted by the resident dogs (read: butter specifically) running up to you and distracting you both before you realise it. you even just try to confess when you were both walking home after a movie, but the rain stopping you from even letting her know.

each slip was starting to get to you and you didn't need the extra nerves to ruin your already nervous self. still you tried to push for it tonight, one last attempt at telling her how you feel in a party.

you had a few shots in you to keep you hyped, supplied by jihyo who was too eager to drink after a stressful week, and was ready to make the move.

you just didn't expect when you called out her name, you felt your words die out in your throat as you saw her kissing a man in the back of the club.

it was a random guy that was flirting with her from the club but what took it out of you was the way she held him, as if to say "I got you, nobody else but you". suddenly you drop the necklace you wanted to give her and everything was on autopilot

you made eye contact with her before turning away, telling her members that you were going to go first and immediately running out the door, not hearing the faint calls from dahyun. feeling the fresh tears finally set free had made the image solidified in you head. not even the comfort of instant ramen helping your mood leaving you ruined for the night

the following days you didn't reach out to any of them despite the amount of missed calls you had recieved. you had even started to leave your phone at home so when you went to work it didn't distrub you.

you didn't know what to do with your broken heart, even as weeks started to roll out. this led you through sleepless nights if questioning your relationship with her and long days of just merely existing through life with no purpose to properly live

it wasn't until you found yourself crying again in your home when you heard the front door knock. you didn't know who on earth would visit you at midnight on a weekday, so you didn't think about it much as you stood up, wiped your tears away and opened the door.

wiping the tears away proved to be useless as you felt more run down your face. stood before you was dahyun and by the universe she still looked as beautiful and enchanting as you remember her.

"y/n" she softly murmured as she tried to wipe away your onslaught of tears, feeling her heart break more when you couldn't seem to stop crying "y/n/n"

you didn't know what gave up first from your body, but it didn't matter when she immediately went forward and caught you, letting you cry over her shoulder. she had brought you over to your room and into your bed letting the moonlight be her guide as she didn't bother turning on the lights. she didn't plan on letting go of you once and had been whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

it took a while for you to finally be reduced to sniffles but you couldn't even pull away to face her. not when you know that when you do, you would feel your heart's remaining pieces turn into burnt ashes.

"I hate it when you cry" dahyun whispers, her fingers combing through your hair to keep you call "I hate it even more when I know I'm the cause"

your heart stills at the statement. had she finally caught on? had she finally come to a realization that her best friend was in love with her and she wants nothing to do with it to you? you don't know, but all you know is that your scared and because of it you couldn't help but whisper to her—

"—'m sorry I fell in love with you"

her hand stops and suddenly you feel your wildest fears come true in your head. you had done it, but at what cost? you bet that she hates you now, especially now that you finally admitted it out loud. she probably doesn't want to even be near you at all. oh god do you have to move countries now? now that you finally ruined your life here in korea? where would you even go without remembering her in every flower you see and every book you read and every music you ever hear and-

"I'm so stupid" dahyun cuts of your inner turmoil and brings her hand up to your face, wiping away any remnants of your tears "I shouldn't have doubted your love for me, not when I saw that glint in your eyes"

you can't help but melt under her loving gaze and scattered kisses on your face, as if she's trying to make up for the biggest fuck up in her life.

"I don't" your voice rasps, barely audible from too much crying for the past weeks "I don't understand"

dahyun gives you a sad smile before explaining "when you left that night, I didn't realize what I have done. only figuring it out when chaeyoung had scolded me when she saw you run away and you dropped that necklace for me. it scared me so much when you didn't respond back to me or any of the girls. it made me realize what I had with you was special, it was everything I always wanted with a soulmate."

you can't help but feel a few more tears slip out your eyes and her quickly wiping them away. her heart breaking the entire time she tried to get the remaining words out

"and when tzuyu saw you at your job? she said that you looked like you had lost everything and there wasn't a spark in your eyes anymore. that's when I decided to just come here to you, no matter what"

damnit you tall yoda why did you rat me out like that

"i didn't want to lose you" she whispered as you let your foreheads touch, the moonlight reflecting on her eyes. "forgive me my angel? please let me back in your life, I can't learn to live without loving you again"

you couldn't get any words out due to shock, but you knew you didn't need to. only giving her a kiss to let her know your response to her

"you're such a fool" you whisper to her, and she gives a tearful laugh while you wipe her tears away too

"your fool" she playfully remarked before turning serious "I'll make it up to you my angel, I promise. all the hurt that you deserve, I will do my best to replace it with all the love that I will give"

"hyunnie" you try to start but ending up stoping when you saw that she was actually wearing the necklace you wanted to give to her that night

"no, I shouldn't have done that so don't start" she doesn't let you even continue that thought "just let me love you now, let me love you properly my angel"

that night and for the following nights to come for the rest of your lives, she comes back to your arms with all the love she can give. from whispering in bed to what you mean to her to letting you know how much she loves you in dates and events.

the members even threw a celebration when you both finally came over together for a movie night in her dorm, hand in hand. it had made them happy that you both were back together (and now as a couple!) after weeks of hurting on both ends. (don't tell anyone but jihyo and sana cried the most when you both showed up together and realized that yes you're both finally a couple)

she had stayed true to her promise, and you couldn't feel more loved than before. she had mended your heart back together and brought a new kind of spark in your eyes, only set in for her.

you just hope that she would love the ring you got her on your 4th anniversary

#twice imagines #twice reactions #twice senarios #twice x reader #kim dahyun #kim dahyun imagines #kim dahyun reactions #kim dahyun scenarios #twice fluff #twice angst #twice imagine

[beetmaven]

Piper McLean and Jason Grace with Ceilings by Lizzie McAlpine (in Piper's pov)

Ceilings my number 1 angst song for I-think-I-love-you-but-this-isnt-real tropes and it's my main song for Kaz and Inej BUT I'VE FOUND ANOTHER SHIP TO VICTIMIZE WITH CEILINGS

Lovely to just lay here with you

Jason waking up to him and Piper cuddled up in the back row of the bus

You're kinda cute and I would say all of this

But I don't wanna ruin the moment

Piper being so attentive to Jason until she notices something genuinely wrong with Jason. She holds on to the illusion until Annabeth breaks it to her.

Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

Even when she knew it was all from The Mist, she still adored Jason. Still wished it was real. Still can't accept a lie she thought she lived. Even Jason was ready to accept maybe it did really happen. Heavy emphasis on Jason wished it was real.

But it's over

Then you're drivin' me home

THE ILLUSION STILL FELT VERY REAL FOR PIPER AND IDC ABT WHAT YALL SAY ABT JASON FEELING OBLIGATED TO LOOK OUT AND CARE ABT PIPER !! THEY DEFINITELY CARED ABT EACH OTHER FOR REAL !! IT WAS AS REAL AS IT COULD GET (which wasn't a lot)

And it kinda comes out as I get up to go

You kiss me in your car

And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before

But it's not real

And you don't exist

And I can't recall the last time I was kissed

On my knees sobbing. Piper mourned their relationship. Their first kiss that she thought she worked so hard to get didn't even happen. A distorted memory so vivid she still felt the ghost of Jason's lips on hers. Imagine being a daughter of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, thinking you'd already found a great love for yourself and it turns out to be a false warped reality. It would have felt like the world was a rug that got pulled out of her feet.

In the end, I know Piper is definitely queer, which to me makes her relationship with Jason an even more interesting dynamic. I can't call it forced—maybe it is, but their material had so much potential that I wish Rick had more energy in him to work on. Jason and Piper's ship is an utterly soul-destroying tragedy. In this essay I will !!

#jiper #piper mclean #jason grace #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #the lost hero #annabeth chase #i wish jiper was real and wasnt just hera's manipulation #jason lost the only person he thought that loved and knew him #i IMMENSELY MOURN THEIR FAKE MEMORIES AND MONTHS OF FRIENDSHIP ALONG WITH LEO #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #shadow and bone #six of crows #angst #pjo tv show #pjo #pjo spoilers #Spotify

[furiousjellifish]

✨❤️VALENTINE DAY SPECIAL❤️✨

❤️🖤🕷️shellshocked🐢🧡🧡

This is the MOST ADORABLE SHIP I'VE EVER SEEN!!!!

Straight up. I don't care. The first time I saw a fanart I was like "YOOOOO that's adorable and... Adorable"

It's so sweet It gives me diabetes, and I'm not mad about it because I haven't seen much angst till now and somewhat it is a good thing because the art about this became firm in my comfort virtual space

The trope that Mikey and Miles met each other while doing graffiti? Perfect doesn't describe it properly (I know every artist secretly wants to meet their soulmate while they are doing art)

Like I said with Rise Leosagi the union of the serie and the movie is totally legit and looks perfect.

But here's the thing: we all know that when the fam finds out about Miles they all shovel talk him, what if Mikey just stepped ahead?

Mikey: okay, today I gathered you all here because I have an announcement to make.

Raph: everything okay lil' guy?

Mikey: Yes I am okay but this thing is of vital matter. Ahem... I am going out on a date-

Everyone: WHAT?!?!!!

Donnie: who is it?!?!

Leo: when did this happened?!?!?!

Raph: was this the reason you were making chocolate Tuesday?!?!

Splinter: you are still too young to date Michelangelo!!!

Mikey: and this exactly why I gathered you all here, you are not aloud to follow me, spy on me or release any device to do so.

Donnie: you can't glare only at me Angelo, I'm not the only one that is thinking of doing so.

Mikey: Last but not least, if you even try to do any of the things that I listed or try and shovel talk my date you will feel the real Dr. Delicate touch on you soul.

Everyone: ...

Mikey: Anything you would like to say? CJJ.

CJJ: He's really sweet and likes you no matter what

Mikey: Thank you for the sweet spoiler Junior I will keep that in mind. With that said I have a date to get to, buh-bye!

[rise Leosagi]

[2003 Leosagi]

And finally the blogger will be able to have the date with their s/o

#rise mikey #rise of the tmnt #rise of the turtles #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #shellshocked #rottmnt donnie #rise leo #rottmnt raph

[lavender-at-heart]

Dating Elvis 50s hc's

Pairing: Elvis [or Austing!elvis] x fem!reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff 💪😈, tiniest miniscule amount of angst at the very end.

Note: I might do one of these for each of Elvis' "eras", lmk if that's something your interested in. Also 50s elvis with his little stutter is the cutest thing alive. This kinda short too I really have to get better at making longer fics :/. Also yes you will have to deal with my Elvis obsession for a obscene amount of time.

Xoxo, CC ♡

The two of you met when he was hired by your dad to fix some wiring in your house

You had seen him around school before but had never spoken too him as he was some years older than you.

The whole time just thinking why the sweet baby faced boy with the voice of an angel was wasting his time with his current job.

You saw that he was the embodiment of pure charisma, heart and soul. You thought he could do anything he dreamed to, and you had been just dying for him to ask you out.

Everything about him seemed attractive, his voice, his hair, his way of living

Little did you know the black haired beauty had his eye on you too

Even though Elvis doesn't have a lot of money he assures you that he's worth your while and one day he's gonna get you everything you could ever dream of.

He asks you out, a nice pizza place in town- nothing fancy though

He picks you up at 6pm sharp and you two take his work truck to the place.

He showed up at your door looking as clean as a saints soul, holding a beautiful bouquet of multicolored tulips

"I-I didn't know what kind you liked. Tulips are my mommas favorite so I got them. Hope th-thats ok with you."

He'll save up every last penny to buy you something real nice , a nice red lipstick, beautiful card, a book you've been wanting, ect.

But more often then not his gifts are home made, packed full of love and meaning and/or not even material gifts but rather emotional.

After all it's the little things that count.

He'll go pick wildflowers for you during his lunch break and deliver them to you with a sweetly written note.

He always makes sure he looks his best, after all you only deserve the best. Hair always styled to perfection, shirts never having a single wrinkle, and shoes shined as often as they can be.

Sings you to sleep and makes breakfast in bed for you.

"Fresh cup of coffee for the sleepy head"

*head kisses*

Always opens the door for you, pulls out your chair, fixes your hair for you.

Gives you the biggest bear hugs and always loves to have you close.

At first he was so darn nervous around you always speaking with his stutter and afraid you wouldn't like him back.

You reassured him that you think he's the most beautiful soul you've ever met.

He'll take you to his favorite club after school to hear all his favorite singers.

You'll take him to drive in movies and kiss in his car (once he can afford to get one ofc)

You sometimes walk to his work and bring two packed lunches for you both. Can't go on having your man being hungry, or eating alone.

He'd be a little scared to show you his home, afraid you'd suddenly realize just how little money he's got and run for the hills[but that never happened ofc]

He introduced you to his mother and father, gleaming with pride as he showed them his new girlfriend.

Gladys loves you, at first she was a bit jealous of you for stealing her son away, but after seeing you encourage him to keep on dreaming her mind changed.

You also introduced him to your family, he was terribly nervous, but nothing could ever be too bad with you by his side.

When he starts trying to make a name for himself with singing, you make sure to buy every record, go to every gig, support him in any way you can.

When he goes touring for the first time you get very lonely, not used to him being so far away. Elvis calls you nearly every hour he can, he calls you more than his mother calls him.

You might drive to one of the states he's performing in and surprise him.

Always amazed at his voice and how aluring he seemed to be, you'd fall in love with him all over again.

Singing and dancing together is a must.

If you can't sing, he'll teach you.

If you can dance, he'll teach you.

Hell he might even teach you to play the guitar or the piano if he feels like it[bonus points if you already can]

He takes you to your prom and your obviously the prom king and queen 🙄🙄🙄

When he starts making some real money he'll be so happy to finally get you some really nice things.

Braging to all your friends that you date a movie star-

A new car, dresses, winter coat, puppy dog, kitten, record player, sewing machine, chess set- whatever you think you might want some day, you get it.

"Well what's mine is yours lil' darling"

You don't know how many times you've told him off for spending his hard earned money on you but he just can't seem to listen.

" just let me buy you these nice pearls mama, that's the last thing I promise."

Ofc that's the first of the soon to be massive pearl necklace collection

He invites you to move into Graceland, making sure you have your own rooms and spots just for you, or you and him.

He knows his feelings are serious, they run deeper than he could ever know

He's used to having a list full of phone numbers in his pocket, flirting back with anyone who did

But now the thought of flirting with someone else disgusts him

the pages with phone numbers have been forgotten in the trash somewhere

it's strange for him to never look at any other girl, it surprises you too.

But he only needs you and he doesn't understand why but he trusts his heart.

Oh and dont be mistaken, You are just as in love with him as he is with you~

When the news he must be sent off to Germany for two whole years reaches your ears you can barley think.

Elvis kisses away your tears and promises his swift return.

"One day- soon, I'-Im gonna m-marry, marry you. Just you wait and see."

Yes all you have to do is get through 2 lonely years and you'll be the happiest person to ever live again.

#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #austin!elvis x reader #50s elvis #elvis the king

[zayray030]

🐝anon

I’m starved for ace content lol, I saw you updated your catace fic!! I was actually gonna ask if that one was abandoned when I saw you updated it lolol it’s so good I love catace. Ace is fairly good at reading people so like maybe he can tell something’s a little off about cater but caters gotten so good at hiding that ace is able to push it aside until they get close and ✨feelings✨ happen, I love the “oh fuck I like them” moments. Maybe ace is a little apprehensive bc cater is happy and open with anyone and feels cater isn’t sincere but he also doesn’t see the way cater is more gentle with his hugs or how he doesn’t hold anyone’s hands but aces, your honor i love them 😭

But do you have any catace headcanons to share or any headcanons really, I wish there was more basketball trio stuff bc they are my fave club they’re dynamics are so funny and I think they’d all be really cute together

Basketball club is also great bc they are so different like completely different backgrounds to play with and see how interaction turns out

Treyridoace I think is also an interesting interaction, I love your treyace and riddance interactions and I think the three together would be interesting too, I imagine there’s some good room for lots of angst lol, maybe ace feels a little left behind bc of Trey and riddles history? Or like he’s gonna be the last one left at nrc so I imagine he’d be real sad about that

Anyway I totally relate to the lack of good ace content 😭 I don’t mind reader inserts, I think a lot of them are really sweet but I also really want ace and canon character interactions that don’t completely butcher his character 😭 I really dislike when him and deuce get reduced to troublemaking idiots bc that’s so that they’re character, or when ace is a complete ass bc yes he can be a jerk but he’s also so friendly in his vignettes and the ones he appears in others and he like totally adores his upperclassmen like?? Anyway I had a lot I need to dump out lol

Sorry for the longish ask!!

Babes I was honestly so stuck on how to answer this because it was like IDEAS but it was also like ideas.

Anyways first things first! Catace! I was procrastinating doing my assigments and I stumbled back into it and I was like oh yeah! Chap 3! But yeah! The both of them only showing their real sides to each other is my favourite thing ever and it's just so soft? Like idk i just love the both of them

Catace headcanons:

When they first went out they didn't tell anyone because they wanted to see if anyone would work it out' Turns out everyone thought they were fighting with each other because they both wouldn't publicly acknowledge the others existence because they didn't want to tip anyone off.

Due to the opposition of their taste pallets kissing is a 50/50 chance of either one of them jerking back because the other had eaten something salty or sweet.

Ace likes to sit on Cater's lap and do his makeup whilst cater likes to do Ace's nails when the younger is sat on lap watching a movie. It's therapeutic for the both of them.

When Ace gets jealous he either gets bratty or he starts crying, which either amuses Cater or makes him want to dig the other persons grave. When Cater gets jealous Ace just winces in sympathy for the poor soul flirting with him.

Basketball club! Honestly it still pisses me off that we don't get a personal story from their club cards because what I would pay to see a normal day in that club is unreal.

Floyd and Jamil enjoy teasing Ace way too much but the moment they sense someone else do it they wrap their arms real tight around Ace. Ace fears for his life eveytime Floyd's arms wrap around him.

One time Ace faked crying to see what they would do. He still cackles when he sees the fear in their eyes as they realise they made him cry (one time they did make him cry and he didn't talk to them for a week. After that they shower him in more praise and gifts)

Datenights either consist of movies, walking across the beach or cooking. It has varying results of sucess.

Treyridoace is honestly just Ace and struggling to deal with authority figures lmao. Trey has a lot of fun teasing them both because they are both so gullible it's painful. Riddle enjoys teasing Ace and pushing his buttons because it's fun to see Ace riled up and blushing, and still managing to succeed in whatever Riddle teased him about. Ace at first didn't do much in terms of teasing and the 3 had a long discussion about power dynamics and all agreed that punishment wouldn't change from when before Ace was even in the relationship.

Self-insert for me is tricky because so far all the one's I've found make Ace unbearable or the bad guy in one way or another. Few of them are in a way I like to characterise him and I've seen some of the others x reader and it's actually universal how badly Ace's character gets treated whenever it's x reader or with a character shorter than him. That's why I maily stick with x canon and stick with floyd and them lot because despite how cripilingly low there are fics of them, at the very least I can enjoy them without feeling icky inside.

#ace trappola #twisted wonderland #cater diamond #floyd leech #jamil viper #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #basketball trio #catace #jamiace #floe

[slytherinshua]

300 Followers Ask Game!! [closed]

so... i hit 300 followers 😭 given that I didn't do anything for 200, I thought I should do something for 300. and I think everyone likes ask games (including me) so here we are again :) thank you to all of my followers for reading and enjoying my writing, and especially to my moots who I love a lot &lt;33

the rules:

choose 1-5 prompts from any of the lists! i have 5 lists which include: fluff, angst, injury/sickness, funny/misc, & aus/tropes (this one is only if you really really want the fic to be that au, but I may also decide to write the request as an au if I think it fits, cause I love aus!).

choose your preferred idol! i write for: txt, svt, skz, enhypen, bts, victon, astro (yes for rocky, no for bin), verivery, and I can also write for the following dramas: business proposal, alchemy of souls, true beauty, extraordinary you, live on, hometown cha-cha-cha, the uncanny counter, crash landing on you, & doom at your service!! please request any idol/male character you would like, i'm comfortable writing for all of them!!

please specify from what list each numbered prompt is, cause if you just say "prompt 5" i won't know what list you want it from :(

i never write nsfw, and i am a minor so please don't be weird.

if i don't get to your request right away, please be understanding! writing takes a long time, and i am a student, so i have to balance school as well as writing. but, i'll always try to complete every request that is sent it! example: "hi! could I please request #31, 6, and 24 from fluff, #9 from sickness, and #43 from angst for yeonjun?"

requests will close by June 10th so get them in before then.

lists below the cut!!

Prompts taken from lists by: @commander-krios,, @pompompts,, @rosewritingprompts,, @raiurune,, @make-me-imagine,, @scealaiscoite,, @writingraven,, @yourwonwoo

Fluff Prompts

"I missed you... a lot."

"I don't regret a single second I've spent with you."

"What are you do-" "Look, now we match!"

"You're cleaning this up, right? Since this was your idea."

"I don't think either of us are qualified for this, but sure, go for it."

"And why would I do this for you?" "Because you love me." "Not enough- fine."

"Who let you look so cute today?"

"Can we wait a second? I wanna take a picture of you right now."

"I think I'm gonna fail this test-" "It's okay, you pass in my heart." "That means nothing."

"Since we're dating, does that mean I can hold your hand whenever I want?"

"I've been looking for my hoodie-" "My hoodie, you mean."

"As must as I love food, I'm giving you the last piece just this once."

"Shut up and kiss me already."

"I've waited for so long just to say that to you."

"You seem like you want ice cream."

"You love me?" "I always have."

"Here comes the airplane!" "I can feed myself. " "Too bad."

"I know it's not the best but-" "I love it."

"I can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?"

"You look beautiful."

"You got me flowers?"

"You're the worst; I love you so much."

"You're being extra cuddly this morning."

"You dyed your hair, didn't you?"

"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

"You don't get to pick the movie if you're going to fall asleep."

"You have that on you all the time?"

"I'm in desperate need of some cuddles."

"You're hogging the blankets."

"May I have this dance?"

"You are way too cute."

"Can I hold your hand?"

"You're purring like a cat."

"Stop looking at me like that or I'm gonna kiss you."

"I'm pretty sure about my feelings."

"Shit, you- you are beautiful."

"But... I've never kissed anyone before." "...I can show you how it works."

"Ten times. You can kiss me ten times, no more, no less."

"...Did you just kiss me?" "Yep."

"Stop doing this to me." "Huh? I'm not doing anything." "Stop lying! You're making me all fuzzy inside."

"Oh. It's surprisingly nice to hug you."

"You owe me a kiss."

"Go with me?" "Only if you hold my hand."

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

"They don't compare to you. No one does."

"I think I'm in love with you."

"You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."

"You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied."

"Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "I want to hear you say it."

"Can I kiss you?"

"I can hear your pout from here."

"You look really cute in glasses."

"Are you blushing?"

"You have stars in your eyes... I like looking at them."

"You come into my room and woke me up, to cuddle?"

Angst Prompts

"You're the only family I have left."

"Stay with me."

"I'm never going back."

"You're so frustrating."

"You need to forgive yourself."

"You are the reason I'm still here."

"You're out of your damn mind."

"This was a mistake."

"I didn't know where else to go."

"Hey, look at me. I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm sorry." "For what?" "For loving you."

"Stop running away from your feelings."

"All I've ever wanted is for you to love me."

"When did you stop loving me?"

"Just please open your eyes..."

"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop."

"Forget it. Just like you forget everything else."

"You almost died and you're making jokes?"

"I'm scared."

"I don't miss you. I miss us."

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you still love me."

"You weren't there... Why weren't you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren't there!"

"If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much."

"Whatever you do, don't let go."

"You don't have to hide your tears from me."

"You left without saying goodbye."

"For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!

"Whatever you do, do not turn around."

"No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving."

"Don't look at me like that, please."

"This is the third time you've broken a promise to me. I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose."

"I'll come back for you. I promise."

"You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?" "Because it's not just one person... it's you."

"I always said I'd die for you." "I didn't think you meant literally."

"At least I kept my promise?"

"Of course I noticed. I notice everything about you."

"Take a deep breath?"

"Are you okay?"

"Did you miss me?"

"Look at me."

"Please don't cry."

"No one's looking."

"You're safe, I promise."

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

"Don't look at them. Look at me."

"No one ever cared about me like you."

"It wasn't your fault."

"You're a terrible liar."

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

Injury/Sickness

"You said you would stay safe! Getting shot isn't staying safe!"

"Feeling better?" "It feels like I've been slapped but on the inside." "So... no?"

"You're an awful liar, and you're sick."

"You're bleeding." "No shit."

"Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is."

"This is going to hurt."

"You're doing great."

"Squeeze my hand."

"Ever gotten stitches before?"

"Keep the ice on it."

"You're covered in blood- need to tell me something?"

"I'm going to be sick."

"It's just a headache, I'm fine."

"How long did you think you could hide that?"

"On the count of three, okay?"

"Feel better now?"

"Stop squirming."

"I know it hurts, baby, I promise it's just for a few more seconds."

"Oh God, what happened?!"

"I hate seeing you in pain."

"Don't be such a baby, it's just rubbing alcohol."

"How bad is it?"

"Can you walk?"

"You're bleeding."

"Don't you dare die on me."

"You tried to kill me three days ago, now you're helping?"

"Who did this to you?"

"Can you even see through all these get-well flowers?"

"I can't kiss you or you'll get sick too."

"Let me kiss it better."

Other/Funny

"The amount of drunk that I was has no correlation to the bad decisions I made."

"For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something."

"Shh- that's just what you think." "No, I'm pretty sure it's what I know."

"Oh please, who's gonna stop us?" "The police."

"Oh no, my head, it's falling conveniently onto your shoulder!"

"You're cold?" "No? It's super sunny right now-" "Take my jacket anyway."

"This is unfair." "I can't help the fact that you're terrible at Mario kart."

"Am I your favorite?" "I like your dog a bit more than you, I won't lie."

"What's that even supposed to be?" "It's a drawing of you, idiot."

"It's a 4000 piece puzzle and you've finished maybe 100 pieces max. And how long have you been doing this?"

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

"You come here often?" "Well, I work here, so I think I'd have to say yes."

"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."

"Where have you been all my life?" "Hiding from you."

"Abort mission. I repeat, abort mission." "What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?" "Yeah, and they're too attractive. I can never speak to them again."

"Are you alright?" "Yeah, why?" "You look mad." "That's just my face..."

"Can someone explain to me, in not so many words, why they are here?

"In case you haven't heard, there is a bounty on your head." "Is that why you're here? To kill me and take the bounty?" "Pretty much."

"We really need to stop meeting like this." "Then stop breaking into my house!"

"Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!" "I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here." "You gave me a heart-attack!"

"I like being wanted." "You should NOT like being wanted by the police!"

"I am nothing if not consistent." "Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass."

"I can't stand you!" "Then sit down."

"Your hands are colder than the one time I lost a bet and had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."

"McDonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" It's 3 in the morning." "And?" "Let's go."

"If I survive this, I'm killing you."

"I've been thinking-" "Uh-oh."

"What happened?" "Do you want the long or the short version?" "Uh, short?" "I made a mistake." "Okay, long version." "I made a very very big mistake."

"Please shut up so I can kiss you."

"You're smarter than you look." "Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?"

"Can you hold this for me?" "That's your hand."

"Can you just pretend to like me for one night?" "I don't have to pretend."

AUs/Tropes

Soulmates

Prince/Royalty

Masquerade Ball

Neighbours

Library

Secret Dating

Fake Dating

Enemies to Lovers

Rivals to Lovers

Highschool

College

Assassins

Secret Agents

Fantasy/Magic

Friends to Lovers

Coffeeshop

Diety

Superhero

Bodyguard

CEO

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