#and now off to bed like I should have been half an hour ago lol

[logbush]

Yay a Glee (Quinn) writer! lol I miss her! Can I request reader lending her sweater to Quinn, when Quinn is home, she realizes she still has r’s sweater and she find r’s iPod. Out of curiosity, Quinn looks through it and finds a playlist titled with her name, friends to lovers please! :)

Lost Something?

1,035 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

a/n: this was hard to write for some reason lol. keep sending your requests, im working on them right now and they should be out sometime soon!!

if someone would’ve told you that you would’ve fallen for your best friend quinn fabray, you would’ve laughed in their face. but here you were, sitting across from her at breadstix trying hard not to lean over and kiss her. she was wearing a red sundress, matching her red headband, and jeans. a look that made your knees weak. you, however, had decided to dress down for the occasion, a hoodie and sweats, you didnt expect her to dress up so you didnt.

she looked at you and laughed softly “whats going through your mind, y/l/n,” she said softly before taking a bite of her food. you shook your head “no nothing, dont worry” you replied before pushing your plate away, something you did whenever you were done with your food. “you’re already done? i just started!” she joked, trying to finish her food faster. “hey, we dont have to finish at the same time” she laughed softly before copying you and pushing her plate away towards you after she finished.

the waitress brought the check by, you and quinn looked at each other. you both wanted to pay but you didnt want to fight about it so you just let her. she smiled as she reached for the check and put her card in it. you sat back and looked at her with a smile. “you let me pay?” she questioned. “i didnt want to fight about it” you answered. she shook her head “we wouldn’t have fought, i would’ve just made us get my way” she smiled while you laughed, “sounds like a fight to me” the waitress brought back quinn’s card. the blonde said a quick ‘thank you’ to her before the two of you got up and started to leave.

it was cold outside, ohio in december isn’t exactly the warmest. you looked at the cheerleader next to you, watching as she was shivering. you quickly took your hoodie off before handing it to her “put it on” you instructed as you walked with her to your car. she looked at you, without your hoodie you were left in just a t-shirt. she shook her head “i dont want you to freeze” she wrapped her arms around her body, trying to conserve warmth, “i’m not going to freeze, q, you might though” quinn scoffed jokingly before taking the hoodie from your hands and slipping it on, the smell of you wafting through her senses.

quinn wouldn’t never admit this to anyone, but she was starting to catch feelings for you as well. you did the sweetest things try to make her happy, like giving her your hoodie whenever she was cold or making her her favorite pastry whenever she was sad. you remembered the small things and she loved that about you.

you dropped quinn off at her house about a half an hour ago. she had been sitting on her bed in your hoodie all that time. she turned on her side and put her hands in the pocket. the blonde felt something touch her hand. curious, she pulled it out of the pocket and looked at it. your ipod. god, you must’ve been dying without this. you can barely go five minutes without music.

quinn got curious about what you had been listening to all these years so she decided to go through it. show tunes, neil diamond, john denver, billy joel, simon and garfunkel. all people she was expecting, you weren’t very new with your tastes. she kept going through it before landing on a playlist. this playlist intrigued the blonde, as it was titled ‘quinn <3’.

the cheerleader smiled at the sight before quickly clicking on it before she could think. make you feel my love, lucky, something, but one song stood out to her, you belong with me by taylor swift. the only song from this playlist she actually knew and knew the meaning of.

quinn sat stunned, the thought of you actually liking her back made her crazy. she couldn’t wait til tomorrow to find out, she needed to know now. the blonde raced downstairs and outside to her car. she got in and drove to your house, breaking numerous speeding and stopping laws.

once the blonde got to your house she knocked on the door until someone answered. just to her luck, you were the one who answered. “whats up quinn? why are you knocking so much?” quinn looked up at you, looking at you dressed in sweats and a tank top. she gently bit her lower lip before holding up your ipod, “lost something?” she said with a smirk. you smiled brightly before yanking your ipod from her hands “oh my god i thought this was gone forever! was it in my hoodie?” you questioned while bringing her inside and up to your room. quinn nodded and sat on your bed “it was, you know, there was a certain little playlist that caught my eye”

your eyes went wide and you looked down, trying to avoid any and all eye contact “i dont know what you’re talking about” you mumbled. quinn smiled and looked at you, she didnt need your confirmation, your reaction made her know you liked her. you felt the warmth of her hand on your back rubbing soft circles “hey its okay, can you look at me for a minute?” she questioned. you looked at her, scared for whats going to happen. the blonde used her hand to cup your cheek, gently rubbing the apple of it. “you like me right?” she asked. you closed your eyes in fear, you didnt want to lose her. you just nodded in response, your eyes still closed.

quinn sighed and looked at you, she knew you weren’t going to open your eyes so instead of trying to talk to you, she just placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “i like you too” she said softly. you opened your eyes slowly, making eye contact with her before kissing her again. she smiled and kissed back before laying down on her back, inviting you to lay on her. you laid your head on her chest.

“so are you gonna send me that playlist, love?”

#glee imagine #dianna agron #quinn fabray #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray x reader #glee fanfiction #glee #quinn #glee x reader #x reader

[vbecker10]

Stay the Night?

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none really, bit of angst, some slight self depreciating thoughts, mostly just fun with a fluffy ending

Summary: You are still a new member of the team, working in Tony’s lab doing research. You've developed a bit of a crush on Loki and you decided the best way to deal with it was to avoid him. One night, you work too late and Loki runs into you in the kitchen. He insists you stay the night.

A/N: As always, this is way longer than I originally planned lol. I feel like it could have been like 3 chapters 🤦‍♀️. The last time I tired to write a oneshot it was 59 chapters and counting though so this is still better. Hope you enjoy it!! 💚

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

You rub your eyes and drink the last of your room temperature coffee, you preferred it warm but couldn’t remember how long ago you made it. You look into the empty cup and silently debate making another. Checking the time on your laptop, you groan when you realize its almost an hour later than you had thought.

It was Friday, the end of your fourth week working for Tony Stark and you wanted to make a good impression. On Monday, you had been given a research assignment and were expected to have it finished by the end of next week. You were close to being done and there was plenty of time to finish it, but you had a bit of a breakthrough right before everyone was starting to go home. You decided to work half an hour longer, then an hour longer. Soon you ended up dragging yourself and your laptop into the kitchen on the common floor so you could find something to eat for dinner. You told yourself, after you finished eating you would leave but three hours after that you were on your second cup of coffee and thinking about a third.

“Y/N, what are you still doing here?” a voice said from behind you.

You turn around on the stool as Loki walks into the kitchen. It takes you a moment to register that he had called you by your name, you weren’t even sure he knew what it was. You and Loki had barely ever spoken before, he never really spoke to anyone you had noticed. You had sat next to him in a meeting the day before but he didn't look over at you once.

“Oh... uh,” you grasp for words as he walks towards the fridge, your eyes are drawn to him like always. You had never seen him in regular clothing before. Loki always wore his Asgardian clothes even when he wasn't wearing his full armor, which you had to admit you loved. Now he was wearing what looked like very soft black sleep pants and a emerald green t-shirt. It somehow made him look more approachable, almost like he wasn't a God just a normal guy getting ready for bed... a really hot normal guy.

“I was just finishing up some work for Tony,” you finally stop starting at him and manage to get the words out.

“This late?” he asks and you think for a moment he almost sounds concerned.

“I didn’t plan on still being here, sometimes I lose track of time when I’m really into what I’m working on,” you tell him as you start to save your files, preparing for a quick exit.

He nods as he takes a bottle of water out of the fridge and closes it. He leans on the door and takes a sip, you can feel his eyes on you even though you don't look up. Before he can say anything else, you close your laptop and hop off the stool.

“I guess I should probably get home,” you say as you pick up your empty coffee mug. You walk over to the dishwasher next to the fridge, where he is still standing, watching you silently. You knew he was tall, but you hadn’t realized how tall until you were standing this close. You bend down to add your mug to the top rack and when you stand up, he is looking down at you.

“How far do you live from here?” he asks.

You look up at him questioningly, not really sure why he would be curious about that. When you don’t answer immediately he takes a small step backwards from you, almost at if he realizes he's towering over you and says, “Its already midnight, does it take you a long time to get home?” Again, his tone surprises you, he genuinely sounds worried about your trip home.

You nod, “I actually commute from New Jersey so... between an hour and a half to two hours. I have to take the subway and then a bus... and then walk a bit back to my apartment.”

He shakes his head then says, “I think maybe it would be better if you stayed here tonight.”

It takes you a minute to register the suggestion. You would expected something like that from Pepper or Bruce, maybe even Steve but definitely not Loki. Why was he suddenly concerned about you, you wondered.

"Well, I guess I could sleep on one of the couches in the commons space,” you say, pointing to the large room behind you.

“You could sleep in my bed, if you’d rather,” he suggests.

You’re whole brain freezes for a moment, almost unable to process what Loki just said. You put your hand over your mouth quickly to prevent yourself from saying something before your mind has a chance to review it.

He laughs at your reaction and says, “I should have phrased that better I think.”

You nod, still keeping your hand over your mouth, afraid you would agree too quickly to joining him in his bed. There was no way you would deny you were attracted to Loki. The velvety sound of his voice, his mesmerizing blue/green eyes, his smirk whenever he annoyed Tony or his brother. You had daydreamed more than once during a meeting about running your fingers through his hair to see if it was as soft as it looked.

He smiled at you and said, “I meant... You could sleep in my room and I can sleep somewhere else.”

You take your hand away from your mouth and laugh a bit at how ridiculous you are. How could you assume someone like him would suggest sleeping with you. Before you can dwell on that thought much longer you say, “I wouldn’t want to put you out of your room.”

“I’ve slept on the couches in the library almost as often as I have in my own bed,” he answers with a shrug.

You don’t respond, weighting your options. Leave now and get on the subway alone at almost half past midnight, hope there is a bus within half an hour of you getting to the station, then walking about half a mile to your apartment from the bus stop at around two in the morning... or sleep in Loki’s room while he sleeps upstairs in the library.

“Just spend the night and you can go home in the morning,” he says, trying one more time to convince you to stay.

“Ok,” you agree and he smiles at you.

You pick up your laptop and he motions for you to follow him down the hall. The two of you make your way quietly past the rest of the sleeping Avengers until you get to his room. He opens the door but stays in the hallway, letting you go in first. You turn on the light and the room instantly feels like its Loki’s space. The dark walls are lined with bookshelves that go from the floor to the ceiling. There is leather chair by the window with three books stacked neatly on the nearby table. The room smells of leather, old books and Loki’s cologne, which you couldn’t describe but loved.

He takes a few steps into the room and draws your attention back to him. “The bedroom is through there, the bathroom too. The TV works, but I’ve never found anything interesting on it... I might have lost the remote actually,” he says almost absent mindedly as he looks around a bit.

You giggle at him and he looks up at you with a warm smile. “I think I’ll just go to sleep, don’t worry about it,” you tell him, trying to hide a yawn.

He nods and then asks, “Do you need anything else?”

You think for a second and joke, “A toothbrush and something to sleep in is probably too much to ask right.”

He holds out one hand and waves the other over it, after a bright flash of green Loki is holding some folded clothing with a green toothbrush laid on top. “Wow,” you say without thinking, you can’t help but be impressed. You had heard about his skills with magic but never seen them first hand.

For a brief moment you think you see a small blush rising on his cheeks but you must be mistaken. His fingers gently touch yours as he hands you the clothing and toothbrush and says, “Have a goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Loki, thanks again,” you respond as he closes the door on his way out.

You wander over to one of the bookshelves and run your fingers along the spines of the old leather books. Some of them you recognize but some are in what you assume is Asgardian. You walk to the chair by the window and open the cover of the book on the top of the pile. It looks like a book of short stories but you aren't able to read it. You touch the pages lightly, flipping through the book, closing your eyes you can't help but imagine the sound of Loki's voice as he reads the stories out loud. You smile at the image but quickly shake your head. You needed to stop pretending something like that could happen, he was only being polite when he offered to let you stay. He wasn't interested in you, you scolded yourself as you closed the book.

You left the living area and went into the bathroom to change into the clothes he conjured for you. They fit perfectly, a pair of black shorts with a small bit of gold trim at the hem and an emerald green t-shirt, that looked like the same soft fabric he had been wearing. You paused for a second, looking at yourself in the mirror and wondered if Loki realized he made you clothes that matched his so exactly. Of course he knew he did, he made them, you thought to yourself. He always wore black, gold and green, those were his colors, don’t think too much into it, you shook your head.

After brushing your teeth, you turned off the lights and crawled into Loki’s bed. You sigh as you feel the soft sheets wrap around you. Loki definitely had good taste, you think as you roll over onto your side. You rest your head on one of his pillows and take a deep breath, the whole bed smells like him. Rolling onto your back, you stare up at the ceiling and try to push back the part of your mind that wishes he was in the bed with you. He was just being nice, you tell yourself again but you can't help thinking how it would feel to lay here with his arms around you. You groan, putting your hands over your face as you yell at yourself, stop thinking about him and go to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up and check your phone. Its barely eight but you figure Loki probably wants his room back as soon a possible. You get up and make the bed, putting on your jeans from yesterday but still wearing the green shirt you slept in. You thought about taking a shower first but your mind immediately began filling with images of Loki in the shower so you quickly decided to skip it.

You walked into the kitchen, deciding you needed coffee and Loki might want some tea. It was easy enough to know which he liked, he was the only one who drank that flavor. You set up your coffee in the coffee marker and fill the kettle with water before placing it on the stove. Just as the kettle finishes boiling, you hear two voices coming down the hall towards the kitchen. Bucky and Steve stop talking when they see you taking the kettle off the stove.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N. You’re here early... on a Saturday,” Steve says, looking at Bucky, as if hes trying to make sure it is Saturday.

“Yep,” you answer as you pour the water into the mug and add the tea bag. You suddenly find yourself wishing you had changed your shirt. You hadn't wanted to originally, it really was soft and fit you so well. It even smelled a bit like Loki since you had worn it in his bed all night.

“I actually stayed the night by accident,” you tell them as you open one of the drawers looking for sugar to add to your coffee.

“By accident?” Bucky asks, looking as confused as Steve had moments before.

Before you can answer him, Nat walks into the kitchen. She greets the three of you before heading straight for the fridge. "Nice shirt Y/N. I like that color on you, never see anyone else around here wear green except Loki really. Where did you get it?" she smiles as she pulls the eggs out of the fridge and puts them on the counter next to you.

"Hmm, oh this? Not sure," you lie awkwardly.

"I'm more curious about how you accidentally slept here," Bucky says with a bit of a laugh.

“I was working on a project and didn’t realize what time it was until it was really late,” you explain. "So I just slept here, no big deal."

Bucky nods, seemingly accepteing your reasoning but Nat is a spy and you know she can tell there is more. "Where did you say you slept?" she asks. You vaguely point down the hall where all the Avengers room's are. "There aren't any empty rooms on this floor," she says, raising an eyebrow as you put the box for the tea away in one of the upper cabinets

"Wait, are you making yourself tea and coffee?" Nat asks as she realizes what you are doing.

“I wouldn't bother with that tea, it's awful. Loki is the only one who drinks it,” Steve says.

You try your best not to react, instead you pick up the mug of tea with one hand and grab your coffee with the other. “I know,” you say quietly as you put your head down and walk quickly out of the kitchen.

“Wait... you and Loki?” you hear Nat ask but you ignore her and head towards the elevator instead.

You head to the back of the library, where the couches and reading area are. You stop in your tracks and take a step back quietly, you lean against one of the bookshelves with a mug in each hand. Loki is still asleep on one of the couches, but he is much too tall for it. He’s curled up as much as possible, with his head on a throw pillow but his legs still dangle off the other end. You start to feel guilty about him sleeping up here when you were in his room, you would have fit much better on the couch than he did. Just as you are about to set the tea on the table near him and leave quietly he starts to wake up. He rubs his eyes and you freeze, he sits up slowly and yawn while he stretches.

“Good morning Y/N,” he says, sounding half asleep as he moves to one end of the couch, motioning for you to sit on the other end.

“Morning Loki, did you sleep ok? I'm sorry, I didn’t realize how small the couches up here were. You couldn’t have been comfortable sleeping like that. I feel bad now, you should have stayed in your room, I would have been fine on one of the couches,” you say all in one breath.

He smiles warmly at you and takes the tea you made but forgot to offer him. “Y/N, it was fine, as I told you, I’ve slept here before,” he assures you.

You take a sip of your coffee and he smirks a little before asking, "So, how did you like my bed?" You cough, nearly inhaling your hot coffee and he apologizes quickly. “I'm sorry, are you alright?” he asks as you go back and forth between laughing and coughing.  

You nod your head and clear your throat, finally able to catch your breath. "I'm ok, I'm used to drinking luke warm coffee," you finally manage to joke but when you look up at him he looks worried.

"You sure you're ok?" he asks as he gently puts his hand on your back.

You nod, "I'm fine, really." You can't help but relax as he slowly moves his hand up and down your back. You let your eyes close and find yourself leaning into his touch. He must have noticed because he didn't stop, he just slowly rubbed your back from the base of your neck to just above the top of your jeans.

"Thank you for the tea, by the way," he whispers in your ear after a few moments.

"You're welcome," you smile as you open your eyes but the smile fades quickly when you remember running into everyone in the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" he asks, noticing you shift away from him slightly.

"Nothing. I should go," you tell him. You pick up your coffee mug, almost knocking it over as you stand up to leave.

"Y/N?" he asks as he comes around the coffee table to follow you. He reaches out, his hand catching your wrist lightly. His touch was soft and warm, you could see the concern in his eyes. The look confuses you, before last night he had barely spoken to you and now he looked at you with such care. He slowly lets go of your wrist and you immediately miss the feeling of his fingers on your skin.

"I ran into Nat, Bucky and Steve this morning... I should have told them I was just stopping by for something this morning instead of saying I stayed over. Nat thinks we spent the night in your room, she probably figures we slept together because of the shirt you gave me and the tea I made for you. Bucky and Steve do too and probably everyone else on the team has heard by now," you say, keeping your eyes on the floor as you wrap your arms around yourself.

You aren't sure what kind of reaction you expected from him, maybe for him to laugh at how ridiculous of an assumption it would be but what he said next stunned you into silence.

"I'm sorry that would be such a terrible thing for them to think about us. I didn't realize you would be so... humiliated by the thought of it," he says. "I'll find Thor and explain what happened last night. He'll make sure they know you weren't with me," he tells you as he moves past you to leave the library.

You almost couldn't believe it, he sounded hurt that you were worried everyone would think you had been together. Why would he be hurt by that, you weren't even friends, you thought. Shouldn't he be offended that they thought a God like him would want someone like you in the first place?

You stand there, watching him leave as you think about last night again. This time, instead of the voice inside you convincing you he would never want to be with you, it asked what if you were wrong? What if Loki did care about you, and this is how he had tried to show it? You couldn't stand here and let him leave like this, you thought. You weren't sure if you believed that voice but you had always listened to it when it was being negative. Maybe it was time to listen to it when it was positive for once.

"Wait!" you call to him as your legs finally allowed you to move again. "Loki, wait please," you catch up to him and this time you catch him by the wrist.

He stops by doesn't turn to look at you. "I really didn't mean to upset you, Y/N," Loki tells you and you can hear the truth of that in his tone. "I wanted to make sure you were safe last night, that was all."

"I know, I'm sorry Loki," you tell him, hoping he will turn to look at you but he doesn't. You loosen your hold on his wrist but don't let go, instead you slide your hand down until you are able to take his hand in yours. You hold your breath, waiting to see what he does next, afraid you were wrong. After a second or two of silence, you can hear him sigh as he interlocks his fingers with yours. You feel like your heart skipped a beat when he runs his thumb over your knuckles. He looks at your hands and you see that same warm smile from before spread across his lips. You realized you wanted to do anything you could to make him smile like that more.

"I just... I guess I don't get it. I didn't think you wanted to be around me Loki, you never talked to me. What changed last night? Why were you suddenly so worried about me?" you ask him as he closes the distance between the two of you.

"Y/N, you've been doing your best to avoid me since you started working here," he says. "I've wanted to talk to you several times but you were either busy in the lab or with your friends on the team. Anytime I saw you alone, you would vanish from the room as soon as you spotted me. I assumed you didn't want to talk to me so I decided maybe it was better to stop trying... but I always worried about you," he tells you.

You look at him in disbelief for a moment. "I was avoiding you..." you admit and his smile faulters for a moment. "But not because I didn't want to talk to you," you add quickly and his smile reappears.

"You make me nervous Loki. I feel like I barely know you but... I'm just drawn to you. I wanted to get to know you and be around you but I was scared..." you stop yourself and look down.

He gently touches your chin and raises it so you are looking at him again. "What scared you Y/N?" he asks softly.

"I was scared that if I got to know you, I would fall for you more then I already have and then I would be crushed because... because I know you would never feel the same about me," you tell him. It hurt enough to admit that to yourself, you had never thought you would say it to anyone else, especially not Loki. You cringe at how open you are with your feelings and try to avoid eye contact but his fingers move from your chin to your cheek and he keeps his eyes on yours.

"I want you to get to know me, Y/N, and I want to get to know you," he tells you as him thumb lightly brushes your cheek. "I want to court you," he says in a low voice.

"I'd love that Loki," you smile up at him.

"There's that beautiful smile," he says and you can feel your cheeks heating up as you blush. He laughs a bit and you try to pull away, to hide your face in your hands but he doesn't let you. He wraps his arm around your waist, then he pulls you flush against him. Your hands easily find their way to his lower back and he runs his fingers through your hair with his free hand.

You look up at him and bite your lip subconsciously as you can't help look from his eyes, to his lips and back to his eyes. He smirks and leans down, bringing his lips to yours. Your hands grip the fabric at the back of his shirt while his hand settles on the back of your neck. He keeps his other hand on your lower back as his lips move against yours.

"I do have one other question for you," he says as he slowly pulls away, still holding onto you.

"Hmm, what's that?" you ask him, not able to stop smiling.

"Do you want to stay the night again?" he winks at you.

Please let me know if you want to be added or taken off the tag list 💚💚

@michelleleewise @evansabove1981 @ace-of-gay @fic-recs-from-lokis-gem @poetic-fiasco @lokisprettygirl22 @soubi001 @kats72 @misswimberly @meibruges @juulle987 @asgardianprincess1050 @el-zef @xorpsbane @sweatyroadcowboyjudge @lulubelle814 @annoyingmarvelreader  @yoongissidebitchh @ihategreeneggs  @daggers-and-mischief @nonsensicalobsessions @chaotics17 @redbluekjw @lokiprompts @lovingchoices14 @roseeatta @hopefuldreamers-world @ladymischief11 @stevihj @too-strong-to-lose @imalovernotahater @lokisninerealms  @vickie5446 @justasecretwriter

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💚💚

#loki odinson #mcu loki #loki #loki laufeyson #loki au #loki fanfics #loki fanfction #loki x y/n #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki x reader #loki x reader angst #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader fanfic #avengers #avengers au #avengers fanfic #avengers fanfiction #marvel au #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #loki imagines #loki imagine #loki fluff #loki angst #loki oneschot #loki one shot #not a drabble #i tried to keep it short

[ahonice]

Paper Rings

Paper Rings 

Mark Estapa x Fem Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: cursing, underage drinking, smoking weed, some sexual jokes, fluff (Who am I??? A fic that is only fluff, someone check on me) 

Note: this is my second installment of fics based off of my favorite Taylor Swift songs, paper rings is next because I am a lover girl just as much as I am a speak now girl <3. Enjoy, leave feedback (if my writing sucks tell me I need to know lol) Have a great day babes!!

*italics are song lyrics* (I recommend you listen to the song while reading)

***

“The moon is high, like your friends were the night that we first met. Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet, now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed.”

Like every other Saturday night since I started college I found myself with a twisted tea in one hand and a blunt in another. The only difference tonight had with the one that occurred one hundred and sixty eight hours ago was the scenery, rather than getting crossed in the safety of my friend's backyard I found myself in a lawn chair in a backyard that belonged to my roommate's new boyfriend’s friends. 

The conversation was hard to follow. I quickly found out that the drinks and weed I was consuming were being provided by hockey players, making me a little on edge because as much as I don’t wanna be that person, I have no idea where they got this weed. I used the guy who sat next to me as my guinea pig, like how in the olden days where royalty would have someone try all their food and drinks to test for poison, he hit everything before I did. 

Soon enough it was time to leave. I bid the boys a half hearted farewell, as I had only spoken to two of them, Johnny, my roommate's friend, and the boy who I sat next to who’s name I never learned. 

“Hannah how the hell are we getting back to the dorms?” Johnny had driven us there, but he also participated in the activities of the night leaving him unable to drive us all back to campus. 

“Good question. Johnny, is anyone not impaired here?” Thank god one of the seniors didn’t smoke or drink because he was kind enough to drive us back to campus.

During the car ride I sat in the passenger seat, as Hannah and Johnny wanted to sit in the back together and I wanted no part in that. Looking at the two in the back I saw how distracted they were with each other. I decided to ask the question I had been wanting the answer to all night.

“Hey, sorry if this is an odd question, but who was the guy I was sitting next to all night? Tall, blonde?” I asked a guy who’s name I didn’t know the name of a guy who’s name I didn’t know. I really need to start introducing myself to others. 

“Oh your taste tester? That’s Mark Estapa, and I’m Eric by the way. I know you never got my name either.” I smiled at his answer, typing Mark’s name in my phone before looking back up at Eric to inform him of my name. 

“I’ll be sure to tell him your name when he asks me tonight.”

***

Once I was in the comfort of my own dorm room I pulled out my phone to look Mark up on instagram. Quickly finding his account I spent more time then I had meant scrolling through his posts, his tagged posts, and a little bit of his following just to see what was up. An internal battle was occurring in my head as I tried to figure out if I should follow Mark or not.

“Hey Hannah, do you think I should–”

“Yes you should follow him.”

“The wine is cold like the shoulder that I gave you in the street, cat and mouse for a month or two or three. Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.”

It wasn’t on purpose, I was too distracted by the essay revisions my professor has just given me to see Mark waving at me. 

“Ouch dude that was brutal, didn’t you say she followed you on instagram. Isn’t that like a sign that she is interested?” Ethan said, giving his buddy a pity slap on the back.

“Just because she followed him first doesn’t mean she likes him, she could’ve just wanted to follow him. Stop being so delusional Edwards” Mackie said, “Also, that was tough to watch. Sorry Mark.” He added, commenting on the way I had completely ignored him. 

***

That Saturday Hannah and Johnny had somehow convinced, well more like threatened, me to come to the party the hockey team was throwing to celebrate their season starting earlier that day. 

Entering the house Johnny and Hannah immediately ditched me to go somewhere more private, much to my distaste I begged them to get a room while they were making out on the walk here, regretting that request because they were now doing just that. 

“Need a drink?” A voice came from behind me, I turned around to see Mark smiling at me with a twisted tea in his hand. “Saw that you were drinking a twea last time you were over so…” He trailed off as I reached to grab the can.

“Thank you Mark.” I smiled at him, his expression mirroring mine.

“You wanna smoke?” 

“Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night. Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause I waited my whole life.”

That same scene happened over and over again. The hockey team would host a party, I would attend and find Mark, more often than not he would find me, and we would go smoke. 

I was starting to get annoyed with how slow things were progressing between us. I followed him on instagram, the ball was in his court now and it had been for nearly a month now. Surprisingly enough over the past month I became close with Eric, the guy who drove me home the night I first met Mark. 

Tonight when I arrived at the party I made a beeline for the couch that Eric was sitting on, ignoring Mark’s wave again. 

“I need to talk to you.”

“I’m trying to enjoy my time here Y/n, go bother Mark.”

“Cicc this is about Mark.” 

Nodding silently, Eric stood up and allowed me to lead the way. Bad idea considering I had no idea where I was, this was a new house that I hadn’t been to before.

“Eric, I don't know where I’m going.” 

“Oh shit yeah, sorry.” He said laughing. “Give me like a minute I’m gonna go see if anyone is in my room.” I nodded, making a mental note that this is where Eric lived so I could bother him in the future when he would ignore my texts, which he did all the time. 

“Hey Y/n.” Mark said from behind me. I turned around giving him a quick greeting before recognizing the drink in his hand.

“For me?” 

“Always is.” He smiled, handing me the drink. “Look listen I was wondering, if you don’t wanna do this it’s fine, but I was wondering if you wanted to–”

“Y/n some couple is going at it in my room, but I think Moyle’s room is open.” Eric said coming down the steps, interrupting Mark. “By some couple I mean Hannah and Johnny, we gotta put a muzzle on them or something.”

“It’ll do. Mark, we can smoke later, once I’m done dealing with that idiot.” I said motioning towards Eric who made a face of shock before laughing. “I’ll find you, okay?” Mark nodded, I noticed the way he looked a little defeated but I decided to ignore it and blame it on the lighting.

***

“So we’ve been hanging out together at parties and talking constantly during the day, but he won’t ask me out. Is he not interested in me? He won’t even ask me to just plain hang out as friends outside of parties.” I rambled to Eric once we made it to Nolan’s room. 

“Wait what was he saying before I interrupted him?”

“He was just asking me to go smoke.” I said before realizing Mark was probably not asking me to smoke because he always just says “wanna smoke”.

“You idiot Eric.” I yelled.

“What did I do?”

“You interrupted him while he was asking me out, and then made it seem like we were going upstairs to do stuff.” I said, reaching over to smack him on the back of his head.

“Oh shit, yeah that probably doesn’t look too good in his mind.” 

“I’m leaving, goodbye, I’ll find you when I want to go home.”

“Why do I always have to take you home?” Eric asked, but I was already out the door. “Good luck Y/n.”

***

It took a little bit, but I finally found Mark sitting outside in one of the chairs placed around a firepit. Making my way up to him I saw that he had already smoked most of his blunt.

“Started without me?” I asked, laughing at the way he jumped in surprise.

“You snooze you loose.” Mark said, chuckling, but I could tell it was fake. I sat down in the chair next to him before speaking.

“Is everything okay? You seem a bit off.” I asked, a little afraid of how he might react to my question. We hadn’t been friends for very long, if we were even considered that.

“Yeah, I’m great.” He said, smiling for some reassurance, I don’t know if it was for me or for him. “What’s going on with you and Eric?” I had a feeling the question was coming, but it still took me by surprise.

“Nothing, we’re just friends. We’ve gotten really close over the past month, in a strictly friends way. Just friends…” I trailed off, hoping Mark would get that I’m being so adamant on us being friends and friends only. When Mark only nodded in response I let out a sigh. “Earlier, before when you were asking me about something…what was it that you were asking?” 

“Oh just to see if you wanted to smoke.” That was a lie.

“That’s a lie, what were you really gonna ask me?” I pressed on the subject because I hated when something was being kept from me, secrets, lies, anything being hidden from me.

“I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with me, outside of a party and not just smoke weed, but I get it if you don’t, or if you’re too busy–”

“I’d love to.”

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. Darling, you’re the one I want. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

The night was going great, it wasn’t a date Mark hadn’t asked me on a date, he asked me to hang out. We went to a diner for food, it was a cute mom and pop shop. While we sat waiting for our food, the waitress brought over our milkshakes. 

“Give me your hand.” Mark told me after the waitress had walked away. Skeptically I reached over and gave him my right hand. “No the left one.” I switched hands, looking at him even more confused now.

He works silently, wrapping my left ring finger in the paper wrapping of the straw he put into his milkshake moments ago. I smiled once I realized what he was doing, making me a paper ring. I quickly took a picture of my hand with Mark smiling in the background and sent it to Eric.

To: Eric🥱

*image*

He is already buying me jewelry 🥰

From: Eric🥱

Thought this wasn’t a date?

From: Eric🥱

I better be giving you away at y’alls wedding.

To: Eric🥱

You’re gonna be my flower girl Cicc 

To: Eric🥱

ALSO it’s not a date asshat🙄

I put my phone down as our waitress brought our food over, immediately diving into both the food and a conversation with Mark.

“In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool. When you jumped in first, I went in too. I’m with you even if it makes me blue.”

“This is a bad idea.” It was. Mark found out, much to my dismay, that I didn’t know how to ice skate, in return making it his mission to teach me. 

“No it’s not, I promise this is safe.” Mark reassured me, well attempted to.

After finding out that our hometowns were just a few miles apart we spent a lot of winter break together. For Christmas he got me ice skates, and a personalized bong but I couldn’t open that in front of my parents, who were spying on our gift exchange earlier that week.

“Mark I can’t accept these, they’re way too much money.” I felt bad, I had gotten him some lulu shorts, which were heavily discounted thanks to me working there, and his favorite munchie snacks. 

“Y/n please, I need to teach you how to skate and how can I do that if you don’t have any skates. Think of this as an investment, I’ll be getting my money back in no time.” By money back he meant that he would be rewarded with spending time with me, teaching me how to do something he loves. 

“This is a frozen pond, no way I’m going on this, it is not safe. Have you ever seen The Good Son.” I was not going onto the ice, I had a fear of drowning ever since I watched the movie when I was a little girl.

“No I have not seen that, but I promise it’s ok. Look they marked that the ice is thick enough and it’s cold enough out to be on here, we just have to avoid that small patch in the middle.”

“If I drown you’re going to jail for my murder.” Mark laughed at my joke, that wasn’t completely a joke. I had some truth behind my words.

Eventually I allowed Mark to lead me to the small bench so he could help me get my skates on, I took a quick picture as he put my foot between his thighs to tighten the laces. I smiled down at the picture as I sent it to Eric.

To: Eric🥱

*image*

He got me skates…

From: Eric🥱

He got you nice ass skates*

From: Eric🥱

Photo is cute, Mark looks extremely happy for someone who has a blade to their crotch.

To: Eric🥱

I hate you. 

“You ready?” Mark brought my attention back to him and I smiled nodding.

“You better not let me fall Estapa.” I said, pushing his chest lightly with my finger. He laughed in response and promised me he would never.

***

“Can I hold just one hand now?” Mark asked me. 

We had now been on the ice for about fifteen minutes, the whole time he skated backwards, holding both my hands, and I wasn’t really skated, I was more being pulled along, I don’t think I picked either of my feet up once the whole time.

“Yeah sure, just don’t go too fast.” He nodded and shifted over to the left side of me, holding just my left hand. I decided that I would start moving my feet rather than just being dragged. 

“Don’t look down at your feet, you’ll mess yourself up.” Mark gave me the piece of advice after noticing my eyes were trained on the ice below me. 

Soon another fifteen minutes went by before I decided to try skating without him holding me steady.. 

“Let go of my hand, I wanna try it on my own” I said with the most confidence I could muster up.

“Are you sure?” Mark asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Yes, keep skating next to me, just don’t hold onto me anymore.” He nodded at my request and let my hand go.

I definitely stopped skating as fast, but I was still doing it on my own. 

“Think you’re ready for me to give you some space?” Mark asked, I nodded quickly before I realized what that meant. My safety net would no longer be there in case I fell. I hadn’t been close to falling yet, the whole time I was out there was going very smoothly, but before I could take back my nod Mark had already sped up and went to the other side of the pond.

“Skate towards me.” He told me, after planting himself about thirty feet away from me. I managed to gain as much courage as possible and started skating towards him. The skating itself went well but there was one thing that Mark hadn’t taught me yet.

“Mark, I don't know how to slow down, or stop.” I yelled. It felt like I was going forty over the speed limit, in reality I was probably going five miles an hour. 

“Just shift your body to the left, turn your feet.” Mark yelled at me but it was too late, I closed my eyes and I came flying and ran into him, somehow knocking his body to the ground, me quickly following after.

After opening my eyes I saw Mark staring back at me with a smile on his face, he was laughing at me and I joined in. Once the giggles settled down it was like a staring contest, neither of us wanted to break, or maybe knew how. 

“Can I kiss you?” It was insanely cliche, I wanted to roll my eyes at the thought of how predictable this was, but I still nodded my head at Mark’s question and smiled as he leaned in.

“Which takes me back to the color that we painted your brother’s wall. Honey without all the exes, fights, and flaws, we wouldn’t be standing here so tall.”

It was our first fight. Mark began getting upset with how much time I was spending with Eric about three months into our relationship.

“I am your boyfriend, not him.”

“You don’t think I’m aware of that? Eric and I have been friends for quite some time now, why are you getting upset?” I didn’t understand why Mark was so angry, it wasn’t like I was flirting with Eric, or even ditching Mark to hangout with him, or doing anything that would cause Mark to be skeptical over me and Eric’s friendship.

“Y/n, you’re not viewing this from my perspective. You constantly talk to Eric, you text him while we’re on dates or just hanging out, you facetime or call him a couple times a week, you hang out with him just you two multiple times a week, he takes you home from parties and kickbacks, and you have never been to one of our hockey games but you said that when you did that you would be wearing one of Eric’s jerseys.” Mark’s words began speeding up as more and more spilled from his mouth.

He had a point though. I did text Eric during our dates, always pictures I took of Mark doing whatever I found endearing and asking for advice on how I’m supposed to function properly around this boy who makes me feel so many things. I had weekly phone calls with Eric, sometimes text messages weren’t enough and I needed to rant about how much I liked Mark verbally. We hang out a lot, we get lunch together every Tuesday and Thursday because we have the same break in classes on those days. He takes me home from parties, he was always the designated sober, Mark couldn’t take me home if he wanted to because we always got crossed together. I said I would wear one of Eric’s jerseys before me and Mark started dating, obviously now I would wear Mark’s jersey.

So that’s what I told him. I said those exact words to Mark, maybe a few differences here and there but still the same points being made. We discussed everything more, I had to reassure Mark that there truly was nothing going on between me and Eric, and that there never had been in the past, a couple of times but I didn’t mind. I wanted Mark to know how I truly felt about him, even if we had only known each other for a little over two months.

“Alright, can I see those photos you’ve been taking of me?”

“Kiss you once ‘cause I know you had a long night. Kiss you twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause you waited your whole life.”

That next weekend I found myself sitting in the stands of Yost with Hannah on my side, I was wearing one of Mark’s jerseys and Hannah was wearing one of Johnny’s. I made a mental note to get coffee with her soon so we could properly dish about our love lives and other things we can’t do around our boyfriends.

Michigan won their game, but it wasn’t a pretty win. Mark had gotten two penalties and it was a win in overtime. While waiting outside the backdoors with Hannah we noticed some of the guys trickling out, all smiling at us, some greeting us with words and asking us how we’re doing. It wasn’t until Johnny walked out that Hannah left me on my own. I was a little confused on what was taking Mark so long, had he walked past me and I didn’t even realize? I drove myself here so it wasn’t like I was waiting for him to drive me back or anything, he never explicitly asked me to meet him after the game. My thoughts were cut short by the sound of the door opening, the person walking out making me smile as I walked up towards them.

“Where is Mark? Did he leave already?” I asked Eric as I finally stood in front of him.

“Hello to you too Y/n.” I gave a fake laugh, urging Eric to tell me where the hell my boyfriend was. “He is still inside, should be coming out soon though. Want me to wait with you?”

I smiled at his offer, but declined it, telling him I would text him when I got back to my dorm for the night. There was definitely going to be a party thrown to celebrate the win tonight, but I didn’t feel like going and I was hoping Mark felt the same way.

After giving Eric a hug goodbye I waited about five more minutes before the familiar face of my boyfriend began to approach me.

“Hey babe, sorry for taking so long. Tough game, I’m really glad you were able to make it. Did you have fun?” He asked, wrapping his arms around me. The last question was slightly muffled due to his head being nuzzled into my neck. I didn’t answer though, well not immediately. I pulled away from his embrace and leaned up to kiss him, a sigh of relief fell from his mouth as he reciprocated the kiss. It wasn’t a heated make out, nothing scandalous, just an intimate and slow kiss that expressed the feelings we felt for each other. As I pulled away to catch my breath, which Mark quietly whined about, I informed him that I had a lot of fun and that I will definitely be attending more games of his in the future. Mark smiled at that and I couldn’t help but kiss him again, and once more when we made it to my car. 

“What’s with all the kisses? Not that I’m complaining.” He asked once I handed him my keys so that he could drive.

“I don’t know, I just feel like kissing you right now.” My answer was the truth, as embarrassing as it felt to say it.

“Well then let’s skip the actual party and bring ours back to your place?” I giggled at what Mark was implying, but nodded nonetheless.

“Hannah is gonna be with Johnny at the party for a couple hours.”

“Let’s go.”

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. Darling, you’re the one I want. And I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

“Mark, I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything for my birthday.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Now open it.” I glared at his attitude before going to open the small box. 

“Oh Mark, this is beautiful.” It was a ring, silver, but it looked like an origami heart. Lately Mark had been getting more creative with the rings he would make at restaurants, drawing hearts or writing cute little notes, about a month ago he began attempting to fold the straw wrappers into shapes. None of them ever turned out the way he wanted them too, so now he got me one that was perfect, even if he didn’t make it. “I love it.” I love you. “You’re really stepping up your ring game lately Estapa.”

“Just wait until I propose.” 

“I want to drive away with you, I want your complications, I want your dreary Mondays, wrap your arms around me baby boy.”

“Let’s just run away together.” 

“Mark, what? No.”

Things have been pretty stressful lately. My classes were whooping my ass, Mark was feeling a lot of stress while approaching the frozen four tournament. 

“I can’t handle the pressure of this. What if we get bumped out in the semifinals again, I want to win so badly Y/n.”

“Mark, all that matters is that you do your best. It’s a team effort, you can’t put all the weight on yourself. It’s okay to feel a little worried, but you can’t let it get to you, that will only affect your game and then your fears will come true.” I told him, reaching over to grab his hand from across the table we sat at and giving him a small, but reassuring, smile. 

“I love you.” 

I froze, I didn’t know what to do. I loved Mark, I knew I did and I had known for quite some time, but hearing those words come out of his mouth, to hear that the boy I love so much loves me as well was too much for me to handle. I wanted to yell, to scream out that I loved him too, but for some reason on this damn Monday afternoon I couldn’t speak. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I hadn’t realized how long I was silent until I fully looked at Mark, sitting there the most vulnerable I had seen anyone, and crying. Shit he was crying.

“Mark I–”

“No I get it, if you don’t love me back. That’s ok, we haven’t been together for that long.” A lie, we had been together for over a year. “-I’m sorry for saying that.”

“Mark, don't apologize for saying what you’re feeling.” Why the hell could I not tell him I loved him, it’s just three words, but they just couldn’t find their way out of my mouth. His crying increased, he was almost full on sobbing right now, it broke my heart.

“Please don’t cry baby.” I reached out for him, but he winced away. “I love you too.” 

“Don’t just say that, don’t lie to make me feel better.”

“I’m not lying to you, I love you. I have for a long time, since you got me my ring.” I sighed, reaching out for him once again, praying he wouldn’t shy away from me again, he didn’t. “Mark, I quite literally froze when you told me you loved me. To hear that you love me back, Mark, it makes me so happy. I’m sorry I didn’t say it back fast enough, I can’t imagine how you were feeling.” Mark smiled at my words, I could see the tension releasing from his shoulders.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Mark.”

“I love you too, Y/n”

We both broke out into a fit of giggles, Mark made his way around the table and wrapped his arms around me.

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. That’s right, you’re the one I want. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

Me and Mark were out celebrating my college graduation, he flew in from Vegas to watch me accept my diploma. The past year we had gone long distance, I went to Vegas for his NHL debut and we were both home for the holidays, but other than that our relationship took place through a screen. It wasn’t ideal, but we got through it. 

“Mark, can you order for me? Just my usual, I need to use the restroom.” Unsurprisingly we went to our favorite diner, the one we frequented a lot when both of us were living in Ann Arbor.

I came back to the table to see that our waitress had brought over the milkshakes we ordered. The scene was very similar, but one thing was different.

“No ring today Estapa? Are you trying to let me down gently?” I joked, a little confused seeing that the wrappers from the straws that sat in our drinks were crumpled up together 

“I thought you might like a ring made out of a different material.” Mark stated before moving out of his booth seat and shifting onto one knee. The confusion in my face faded once I realized what he was doing. Oh my god.

“Oh my god.”

“Y/n, I thank god everyday that you didn’t trust Nolan’s weed enough to smoke it without having a taste tester. I love you so much, I love everything about you, I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody but you.” Tears began to fill my eyes, I could see them filling Mark’s too. “Y/n, will you marry me?” I knew it was coming, but I still gasped. The ring was beautiful, an exact replica of the ring I designed for fun two years ago, telling Mark to take a mental picture of it for the future, I guess he actually did it.

“YES!”

“Paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams, you’re the one I want.”

“I can’t believe you kept all of these.”

Our wedding had just ended, I was officially married to Mark, Y/n Estapa. It was a beautiful ceremony, the reception lasted almost six hours. If asked what was my favorite part of my wedding, other than officially becoming Mark’s wife, it was the picture frames placed all around the venue with pictures of me, or Mark, or me and Mark, and along with it was a paper ring, dated from that same day the picture was taken. 

“You kept every single ring you made me?”

“I’m a little offended that you never kept them, but it made my surprise all the more better.” 

“I have a surprise for you too, but you can’t see it until we get to the room, which we can’t go to until everyone has left…”

“EVERYBODY OUT, THANK YOU FOR COMING, LEAVE NOW PLEASE!”

“You’re the one I want.”

***

Note: Not proofread, because that's for losers. My brother graduated college today and I wrote this while sitting through that long ass ceremony so idk if this is good or not, tell me if it sucks tell me if you love it idc just any type of feedback is greatly appreciated. Also ik that Mark isn’t drafted (I don’t think he is, if he is then whoops) but I used Vegas because of that instagram post. Love y’all, have a great day. 

#mark estapa #mark estapa imagine #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #nhl imagine #fanfiction #fluff #nhl fluff #ahonice writes #ahonice #x reader #mark estapa x reader

[renaiswriting]

Make a Wish

Pairing: Chwe Vernon/Reader

Summary:

Vernon tries to surprise you with a birthday cake for your birthday.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Word count: +1.1k words

Author's note: It's officially my birthday (yeyy) so I wrote this for myself lol, I hope you enjoy it as well~

Masterlist.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Vernon was acting weird.

Starting two days ago, he had been going more quiet than usual.

At first, you attributed it to the tour that was just days away, with the preparations for a new comeback and the tight schedules and itineraries he had had.

But as the days went by, the tension didn't seem to want to leave his body.

It was strange; Vernon wasn't usually the type of person to get such nerves before such big events, so it was starting to worry you.

"Are you sure you're okay? You barely touched your dinner." You asked worriedly. You weren't the best cook in the world, but Vernon always ate every last crumb of any meal you prepared for him.

"Yes," he replied after a few seconds. "I think I'm about to be sick," he mumbled, bringing a hand to his stomach and patting it gently.

"Maybe we should save the movie for another night. Do you want me to call someone to come get you?" You offered. Whenever you were able to have a night to yourselves, you enjoyed watching some movies until it became physically impossible to keep your eyes open and you decided to go to sleep.

This had been the first one in a long time, and you had really been looking forward to it, but it broke your heart to see Vernon in such a state.

"No." Vernon shook his head, letting your hands massage his tired shoulders. "Tomorrow is your birthday; I want to be here when you wake up. With all the preparations and rehearsals we have today, I doubt I'll be able to see you all day."

"It doesn't matter; we can celebrate another day, really." You loved your birthdays, but as you got older and older, adult life left you little time to properly celebrate. "I have to go to work early tomorrow anyway; I doubt I'll even have time off." You joked, trying to make him feel better.

"Still." Vernon insisted, "I'm sure I just need a little rest tonight, and tomorrow I'll be fine again."

You restrained yourself from continuing with an argument; it was rare to get Vernon to change his mind once he already had something on his mind, and if he was really feeling bad, it was best to just lie down and get a good night's sleep.

His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body.

The soft blankets covering you, his hands caressing your skin, the soft kisses he was leaving on the back of your head, and his slow breathing were all you needed to fall asleep in a matter of seconds.

Hours later (which unfortunately felt like seconds since you had closed your eyes), you woke up to your back getting cold.

You rolled over, noticing that Vernon wasn't sleeping next to you, and instantly became aware of the smell of burning coming from the kitchen.

The clock on your bedside table showed that it was almost half past six in the morning.

Dragging your favorite blanket off the bed, you hurried to investigate what was causing the smell.

Just by opening the bedroom door (which Vernon had closed to avoid waking you up), you could already make out a thin layer of smoke going from the oven to the ceiling.

The windows were closed, and that didn't help the air circulate.

Vernon was still wearing the same clothes he had gone to sleep in, and his hair was so disheveled that it was hard to tell where one strand began and another ended.

His cheeks were covered with flour, and his cheeks glistened with sweat.

He looked adorable.

The more you watched him, you began to notice more details, like the splashes on his favorite hoodie.

"Now what?" Vernon muttered, opening the oven door and pulling out a mass so dark it might as well be black.

If it weren't for the strong burnt aroma, you'd swear he'd tried to bake something chocolate.

Vernon stood motionless, staring at his creation without any kind of reaction.

Sighing, he pulled his cell phone out from under some egg cartons he had used and typed something there.

"Good morning, handsome."

Vernon raised his head so fast, you'd swear you'd heard a crack.

"Ah, no!" Vernon cried, covering what he had taken out of the oven with his arms, his cheeks turning a pale pink. "What are you doing up at this hour? You were still supposed to be sleeping."

His reaction took you by surprise, and you turned around and covered your eyes. "Sorry! I just wanted to see where you were." You explained. "I didn't see anything!"

Vernon went on moaning for a few moments, cleaning up the mess he had made and covering his creation with the first thing he could find.

"Go to sleep." He asked, but you were already wide awake, and both he and you knew that no matter how hard you tried, it would be nearly impossible for you to fall back asleep.

"Can I turn over?"

"Yeah," Vernon replied.

His face was getting redder and redder with every second your eyes were on him.

"What were you doing?" you asked him, your hand reaching for his cheek that was still covered in traces of flour.

"A cake. A birthday cake." Vernon confessed, "I followed all the instructions Mingyu sent me, but I don't know what went wrong."

"I wanted to surprise you with a birthday breakfast." He added.

You couldn't say anything.

Vernon didn't usually cook or bake anything.

It just wasn't something he was interested in, especially when he knew he could easily survive on sandwiches.

You would never have thought he would have been planning something like this.

You didn't need a mirror to know that your eyes were sparkling when you looked at him.

When Mingyu showed me how it had to be done step by step a week ago, I thought it was going to come out perfect." Vernon lamented scratching behind his neck. "I already bought a new birthday cake; it should be here soon."

You cut him off, silencing him by connecting your lips with his.

"You're perfect." You shook your head, still in disbelief. "Was this the reason for how weird you were acting these days?"

"I wanted it to come out perfect. I was really nervous of messing it up."

"Cancel the purchase. The only birthday cake I'm going to accept is the one you baked."

"It's all burned. Mingyu told me vanilla cakes were the best, so I changed the recipe he had told me to a new one, mixing up some of the preparation steps."

"Let's pretend it's chocolate." You laughed, hugging him again. "Thanks Vernon."

"Happy birthday."

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fanfics #seventeen fic #svt au #seventeen au #seventeen imagines #svt fanfic #svt reacts #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen x oc #seventeen x reader #svt x y/n #svt x oc #svt x reader #svt x you #hansol vernon chwe #chwe vernon #chwe vernon x reader #vernon x reader #vernon x you #vernon x y/n #vernon fluff #vernon fanfic #vernon seventeen #vernon scenarios #vernon svt #vernon au #svt fluff

[theslay3d]

Finding you asleep in there bed

Characters: Leo, Percy, and Jason 

Gender:Gender Neutral 

Warnings:none

Word count:472

A/N i was gonna do more characters but i got tired lol i might do more later though also there probably some typos as i said im super tired 

~~~Leo~~~

Leo has been working on a project. Staying in bunker nine overnight and just not coming back to his cabin. I guess you could say that you were pretty affectionate  so yes you would like to see your boyfriend every now and then and maybe cuddle.

He wouldn't tell you what he was doing which was odd. Usually he loves ranting about what he does. But you let him be he can do whatever he wants. As of right now you were in his cabin waiting for him to get back from bunker nine. It was around one am and your eyes kept drooping close and opening again. He said he would be at the cabin soon yet that was around three hours ago.

“Maybe you should just go back to your cabin?” Your thoughts were like that for a while until eventually your eyes closed. Around an hour later Leo came back to the cabin and saw you asleep in his bed. He sighed softly at how peaceful you looked as you slept. “So sorry for being late muñeca” he whispered softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

~~~Percy~~~

It was around lunch time when you snuck into Percy's cabin. You were training the younger kids all day and you were exhausted. You changed your shirt into one of Percy's blue hoodies.

You got into his bed and after ten minutes you were out. Around two hours later Percy came into his cabin not expecting you were there and jumped when he realized someone was in his bed.

It took him a minute to realize it was you. He smiled softly at how comfortable you looked in his bed and walked closer to kiss your cheek “Night baby” He said as he went back near the door and flipped the lights off for you.  

~~~Jason~~~

Ok yes technically you weren't supposed to be in Jason's bed while he wasn't here but you were exhausted. You both were at camp half-blood for a few days just visiting friends stuff like that. You don't even know why you were exhausted. So in the middle of the day you snuck off to Zeus’s cabin.(Pretend there's actual beds and lights)  

You also might have stolen Jason's hoodie too but who could really blame you?. You turned the lights off, snuck into his bed, and fell asleep. Jason came back to his cabin and opened the door, the lights were off. He swore he left at least one on that morning but whatever.

He turned on the lamp near his bed and saw you in the bed. He laughed a little to himself as he saw your hair all over face. He turned the lights back off, whispered an “I love you” and walked out totally forgetting what he came there for.

#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez fanfic #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson fanfiction #jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace fanfiction

[attic-club-sandwich]

Summary: MC wakes one night to a familiar problem. Someone else is also awake at that hour and he comes to comfort them. A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom

Belphegor x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content. Blood Mentions.

A/N: Well guys, this is the end of Only Human for the 7 brothers! I appreciate you all reading and following this series!! Let me know if you'd be interested in reading the side characters (Dia, Barb, Solomon, & Simeon) and feel free to request too :) I really hope you enjoy Belphie's! I went all out for his cause it's the last and he's one of my faves. I also headcanon that they each have their own bathrooms. Idk i just feel like that makes sense lol There also had to be one in the attic too right? Cause Belphie was locked up there for quite awhile. So, there's a bathroom in the attic I make the rules here.

Masterlist

Only Human

You had been sleeping soundly when you were awoken by an intense cramping in your lower stomach. The sensation was beginning to mingle into your dreams, causing you to stir awake. You let out a quiet groan as you stretched, bumping the figure that was snoring softly next to you. Oh yeah, you thought. I had a headache earlier so Belphegor convinced me to go lay down with him. The two of you had snuck off to the attic after dinner to get some peace and quiet from the rest of the brothers, and at some point you must have dozed off.

You reached over to feel for your D.D.D, but it was gone. You leaned over the side of the bed to see it had fallen to the floor next to you. Picking it up, you tapped the screen to see that it was around 2:00 a.m. You rubbed your eyes and yawned as you set your phone back down on the bedside table. The attic was dark except for the warm glow of the lanterns that hung above the bed. You sat quietly for a few moments, focusing your gaze on the gentle rising and falling of Belphie’s chest as he slept. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep like this. You smiled, but were cut short at the stabbing pain in your abdomen. Wincing, you hugged your knees to your chest. What the hell do I do? You began to panic, wondering if the small half bath that was in the back of the attic had anything useful to you. Your period had obviously come while you were asleep, and you were in no way prepared. You had just gained back your human form not too long ago, and weren’t expecting to get back to normal bodily functions this soon. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you quietly got to your feet and tiptoed across the attic to the bathroom. Belphie was a heavy sleeper, but you really didn’t want to risk waking him up. As you entered the bathroom, you shut the door as softly as you could. There was a small cabinet under the sink, so you pulled it open to check for anything that could be useful. To your surprise, you saw a bottle of painkillers. Grabbing it, you ripped the cap off and tossed a couple of the pills into your mouth. “Thank God. Belphie must have had these with him when he was locked up here.” you whispered to yourself. Now that one problem was taken care of, you had a pretty obvious other problem that needed your attention. You sat down on the toilet, assessing the severity of your situation. Your stomach dropped as you realized the sleep shorts you changed into earlier were now stained red. Shit, I leaked through! You sniffed as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. What should I do? Call Lucifer? Barbatos? No, you didn’t want to bother them at this hour. Maybe Asmo would be your safest bet, as you felt he would be the most understanding out of all of the brothers.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard footsteps coming towards the door. Hopping up, you pulled up your shorts again and wiped your eyes. Your hand reached towards the door handle when suddenly it was yanked open and you were staring straight into the wide eyed stare of The Avatar of Sloth. His hair was messy, and the sweatpants he wore were untied and hung just low enough on his hips that you could catch a glance of the waistband of his underwear. “B-Belphie?!” you squeaked as he stepped into the bathroom with you. “MC! Theres…there’s blood…a-and I smell it on you…” his hands shook slightly and he brought them up to rest on your shoulders. “Whats going on? I didn’t…I didn’t do…” his voice trailed off as he met your tear filled stare. “Belphie, no! Of course you didn’t do this.” He let out a sigh of relief as he lowered his head to rest gently against your chest. “Thank Diavolo, holy shit…you scared me.” he murmured. He lifted his head back up, his eyebrows knitted together with worry. “Then what the hell is the blood?? Are you hurt?” You shook your head, blushing slightly. “No, I'm not hurt. I started my period and I don’t have anything…I bled through…” you said, quietly. Belphie’s violet eyes widened. “Your…period?” you nodded, unsure if he quite understood or not. “Do you…know what that is?” you asked. He ran his hand through his navy blue hair as he glanced away. “Yeah, kinda. I read about humans a lot back in the Celestial Realm because Lilith was so interested in them. I also read a lot when I was up here.” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I sound like Satan.” You giggled as you shook your head. “Never.” He smiled as he reached out to lace his fingers through yours. “So, what do you need?”

**

As he led you back to the bed, you groaned in embarrassment. The sheets where you had been sleeping had a large spot of blood on them. “I’m so sorry.” you said, covering your face in your hands. Belphie shrugged. “It’s really no big deal. I’m a demon, blood is not out of the ordinary. Let’s take them off and put them in the wash. I think Asmo keeps an extra stash of supplies in the laundry room, too.” He paused as he searched the room for something, “Oh, and take this, It should be long enough to cover you.” You sighed in relief as Belphie found the cardigan he’d been wearing and handed it over to you. “Thank you Belphie, I really appreciate it.” You said gratefully as you pulled the cardigan on. He smiled as you continued to help him remove the sheets from the bed. “It’s fine, I wouldn’t normally do this for anyone but…it’s you so it's okay.” His smile dropped as he glanced down at his feet. “Besides, I owe you a lot of favors.” You finished pulling the last of the sheets off the bed and the two of you quietly made your way downstairs. Thankfully no one was up at this hour, so you didn’t have to explain yourselves. Belphie pushed open the door to the laundry room and you threw the load of soiled sheets into the washer. He slowly added in some detergent and started it up. You could tell he was sleepy, but you were so grateful that he was willing to help you out at this hour. “There. I don’t feel like waiting so let’s just go back to my room to sleep.” You nodded, all of a sudden anxious. “But Beel is there right?” Belphie was reaching into one of the cupboards above the washer. “Yeah, but he’s probably asleep so it’ll be okay.” He opened the cupboard to grab a small box that was hidden towards the back. “Here, this is for you.” He handed the box to you and you saw that it was some pads. You almost cried, how did I manage to get so lucky? “T-Thank you Belphie…seriously, you just saved me.” Belphie yawned, ending it with a small smile. “You’re welcome. If Asmo notices they are gone, I’ll tell him that Mammon found them and sold them. Now come on, let’s head to bed already.” 

Once you had taken care of yourself and changed into a clean pair of shorts, you crawled into Belphie’s bed next to him. You were trying to keep as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Beel who was snoring softly in the bed across the room. You felt arms wrap themselves around your waist and you were surprised that the 7th born hadn’t fallen asleep waiting for you. You yawned as he planted a soft kiss to the side of your head. “Are you feeling better?” he whispered, nuzzling his head into your neck. You nodded. “Yeah, the cramps have mostly gone away.” He hummed, feeling happiness bubble in his chest. “I’m glad I could help.” A few moments of silence passed, and you turned to see Belphie sleeping soundly once more. He really was tired, and yet he did all of that for me, you thought to yourself. You were still smiling when you eventually drifted off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that peaceful dreams were on their way.

#i hope you guys like it!! #I think I say this every time but #i love how this one turned out lol #my writing #only human #obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me fanfiction #afab!mc #afab!reader #belphegor x mc #tw periods #period mention #obey me! shall we date #obey me brothers #obey me boys #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub

[saeransangel]

Sweet Girl

Summary: Ellie and Jesse's normal patrol goes wrong resulting in Ellie getting really hurt. Nothing will stop you from being there for your girl.

A/N: I haven't written in almost a year so sorry if it's not good lol. NOT PROOF READ

CW: Angst, hurt comfort, violence, fluff at the end

WC: 2.2k

It had been an exhausting day taking care of the kids at the center. You had come to Jackson a few years ago and easily found comfort in your new found home. You loved the people, your job, and especially your girlfriend. 

You made it back to Ellie's place before she did so you took the liberty of cleaning up the space for her, putting away her clothes, and just organizing things to be neat how she liked them. She loved when you did this for her, it was a great way to show her you cared. 

About ten minutes into you picking up the door creaked open. You turn around and see Ellie walking through the door, sighing as she took her jacket off.

"Ells!" You beamed. You walked over and wrapped you arms around her waist, burying your face in her back. She turned around in your grasp and returned the embrace. 

"Hey sweet girl," She mumbled as she pressed a kiss on the top of your head. "How was your day?" 

You blushed at the nickname. Ellie always called you her sweet girl. She swore you could never hurt anyone or anything. Of course you knew how to survive, Ellie was just overly protective. 

"It was fine. Kids really exhausted me today." You sighed.

"I bet they did," Ellie laughed. "Those fuckers."

You laughed too. She sure did have a way with words. “Are you going on a patrol tomorrow?”

She lets out a dramatic huff. “Uh huh. Me and Jesse. Bright and early tomorrow morning.” Her voice was laced with fake enthusiasm.

You roll your eyes, half joking. “Damn. I’m not on call for tomorrow. I was hoping I could spend the day with you.” You said.

“I should be back way before dark babe.” She said. “We can do something together after.”

You nodded in agreement and walked over the kitchen table ready to eat whatever Ellie brought home for dinner that night. 

A few hours later you and Ellie were getting ready for bed. You finally settled in and eventually drifted off to sleep in each others arms. 

When you woke up in the morning, Ellie was already gone. Early, just like she said. Your brows furrowed as you got up for the day. The sun was shining brightly into the bedroom you shared. You decided to get dressed, putting on a pair on comfortable pants and one of Ellie’s zip up sweatshirts. You brushed out you hair and got on with your morning. After a few hours of doing absolutely nothing, you decided on taking a walk to visit Dina. Most of the time if Ellie was on patrol with Jesse, Dina was home. It couldn’t hurt to check. 

Taking your time walking through the streets of the small town, you finally make it to Dina’s. You knock on the door. You heard shuffling coming from inside and then the door swung open. 

“Y/N!” Dina exclaims. “What’s up, what brings ya here?” She questions playfully. The two of you had been friends for a long time. Before you and Ellie even got together. You loved her like a sister and loved listening to her drama with Jesse. 

“Oh you know, just bored at home waiting for Ells to get back.” You explained. 

“Well I’m glad you came over.” She says. “Because I was bored waiting for Jesse to get home. 

You stepped inside Dina’s apartment immediately making yourself at home on the couch.

“I can’t believe how hard they’re working those two.” Dina remarks. She was right. Ellie and Jesse have been doing back to back patrols for about four days in a row now. They were gone for hours upon hours at a time. You frowned thinking about this. 

“I know.” You said irritated. “They have so many other people who could go that could rotate in for them. Shit even I’ll go.”

“Right?” She says. “I could be in the rotation way more and it would at least cut one of them some slack. Ellie and Jesse’s patrol hours were really getting out of hand recently. You could tell Ellie was worn down from having to wake up early every morning and go through all the different routes for the day to look for supplies. Of course you didn’t say anything because you knew how she would react. She would get defensive and say she could handle it and that it wasn’t your job to worry about her. Typical of Ellie but obviously that wasn’t stopping your mind from racing every time she didn’t come back right on time or she came back with a new scratch or bruise. 

You and Dina continued to talk for a couple hours until something outside caught you both off guard. A series of hollering and shouting along with frantic shuffling. Dina stood up first. “I think I heard Jesse.” She said in a serious tone. Her eyes were wide as she looked at you.

This wasn’t good. Your heart sank. Your intuition told you that something happened and that you needed to go investigate. Dina said she heard Jesse, but not Ellie. “Shit, okay.” Was all you could say. You mind racing with all of the things that could have happened to your brave girl. Tears began welling in your eyes. “Hey,” Dina snapped you out of your thoughts. “We don’t know anything has happened to her yet.” She smiled, trying to pull you away from your dark thoughts. 

“Okay you’re right, but let’s find out for sure.” You sighed shakily. You stood up and bolted to the door with Dina hot on your heels. You ran down the stairs and through the front door of Dina’s complex into the street. The infirmary was only a couple buildings down from Dina’s apartment building. The two of you took of running in that direction. As you approached closer you saw Jesse, Joel, Tommy, and Maria outside. They seemed to be arguing. 

Jesse had his hands on top of his head, he was out of breath and looked exhausted. “I don’t even understand how it happened. It all happened so fast.” He said, panting. 

“How did you not notice?” Joel questions, raising his voice. 

“Hey, take it easy.” Maria steps in. 

“Joel, she’s going to be fine.” Tommy states. He was trying to calm Joel down as much as possible.

Your heart was in your stomach as you approached the group, realizing that your fears were right. “What the hell happened?” You asked.

Jesse sighed before looking your way. “It’s Ellie.” He said putting his hand on your shoulder. You swatted it away, nodding quickly swallowing the spit welling up in your mouth. “I know. What happened?” You asked sternly.

“We found a new building on one of the newer routes. We ended up running into a group and they ambushed us. We were getting shot at from all sides.” He was starting to get flustered. He was stumbling over his words. 

“Jesse fucking spit it out.” Dina says. She knew you were freaking out inside and she was too. Jesse seemed uninjured so her harshness could be forgiven.

“She got banged up pretty bad. Took an arrow to the shoulder.” He said after a moment. “Then she fell hard off the horse. I think she dislocated her elbow.”

Upon hearing this you pushed you way past the group of people in front of you. Your movement followed by a rush of “Hey’s” and “you can’t go in there”. Tommy and Maria were hot on your trail, Jesse reached out to grab your shoulder to spin you around. 

You glared daggers at the brunette. 

He attempted to pat you shoulder again. “Y/N, listen, just wait a sec-“

You lurched  forward. “Touch me one more fucking time!” You shouted, pushing him back. The aggression from you had shocked everyone who witnessed it. You were Ellie’s sweet girl. It wasn’t like you to get this upset. But your anxiety and anger had gotten the best of you. You couldn’t imagine the pain Ellie was is and all you wanted to do was be by her side. You turned around and walked towards the front door to the infirmary. “I’m going to see her.”

“Y/N Maybe it’s not good for you to see her like this.” Joel offered. 

“She wouldn’t want you too” Dina chimed in. She offered you a sympathetic smile in an attempt to get you to come back. 

“No!” You shouted again. “I’m need her to know I’m here for her.” 

With that, they didn’t stop you from walking into the building. Upon entering you heart dropped at the sounds of painful grunts and screams. You followed the sound until you saw the room that had several doctors in it. You saw Ellie on the table. They were already stitching up the wound from the arrow, but her arm was covered in dried blood and bruised beyond belief. Her elbow was definitely dislocated. She let out a loud groan. "Fuck." She yelled with tearful eyes. You knew she wouldn't dare let them fall.

"Ellie." Your voice rang out above the frantic muttering of the doctors who were trying their best to stitch up the brown haired girl.

She looked up at you. The bags under her eyes were dark, it almost looked like she had two black eyes. She looked so drained and beaten down. It broke your heart.

"Ma'am you can't be in here." One of the doctors said.

"Let her in." Ellie demanded quietly. You made your way into the room and immediately grabbed her good hand. You pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, tears falling down your face.

"Oh baby," You cried. "What happened to you?"

"I'm okay." She winced.

"You're not, but I'm here, okay?" You said, looking into her green eyes.

"We need to put your elbow back into place before it causes more damage." The doctor interrupted.

"Just do it." Ellie spits. "Get on with it." She squeezes you hand tightly.

The doctor puts his hand on Ellie's bruised skin. She winced again.

"On the count of three..." He begins. "One-"

"Fucking do it." Ellie yells, squeezing your hand tighter.

He complies and with a forceful pop he moves the bones back into their correct positioning. Ellie cries out in pain, her grip on your hand was deadly.

"There." The doctor said. "It's done."

He walks away and lets the other doctor resumes stitching up the wound from the arrow. After he finishes he leaves you and Ellie.

"You're not going anywhere for a long time." You start. "We're going to go home and I'm going to take care of you and-"

"Y/N, I'm fine please." She sighs.

"No, don't do that." You object. "You don't get to do that."

"What do you mean?" Ellie scoffs. She was starting to get defensive again.

"You can't just act like everything's fine when you almost just died." You say quickly. "I won't accept that. I won't. You think you're invincible or something out there? I-I love you more than anything and I can't have something awful happen to you. It would ruin me." You words tumbled out of your mouth and your voice trailed off into a sob.

Despite her pain, Ellie sat up and leaned towards you, wrapping you in her warm embrace. "Shh. It's okay" She whispered, rubbing your back. "My sweet girl." She kissed the top of your head. "I'm sorry I scared you."

"I know you didn't mean for this to happen. I just wish you didn't have to do patrols so often. I worry so much when things like this happen." You cried.

Ellie made a mental note to stop saying yes every time Tommy or Maria needed her to go out on new routes. She hated seeing you so upset because of her. She didn't want you to worry about her like this. It wasn't good for you. She blinked back her own tears and continued to let you cry into her neck.

After a while you went to go find the doctor to examine her one last time. She protested but eventually gave in. Anything for you.

Once she was cleared you brought her back home and got her into bed so she could rest. You were not leaving her side for the next few days to come.

You both were settled into bed. Ellie's head was resting on your chest as you played with her hair, something she only let you do in private.

"Are you feeling tired?" You asked. "You must be after today."

She yawned in response. "I am." It was quiet for a moment and then she spoke out again. "Thank you for being there for me today. I was honestly relieved to see you. When I got hit with that arrow all I could think about was if I was going to make it home to you. I was imagining the look on your face when you got the news and it made me want to fight to make it through."

You took a second to respond to her confession. It was rare that Ellie got this deep with you and you wanted to appreciate that. "I'm so glad you're here Ellie." You say, leaning down to kiss her. "You're my rock, my brave girl." She blushed at your kind words.

"I love you, Y/N." She whispered.

"And I love you, Ellie." You smiled, kissing her again.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #tlou #the last of us #ellie williams angst #request #request open #lesbian

[honeybee-taskforce]

Kicking us off this week (and at midnight lol) cause I am training a new hire tomorrow and will NOT have time to post later cause I also have a date :d

TK needs to get out of the house, right now, or things are going to turn south. He’s been sitting in his room trying to journal for the first time since his therapist recommended it two weeks ago. It’s not going well. Staring at the page, willing the words to just appear and settle the issues in his head without actually writing them down, and all he can hear are his thoughts racing with no clear destination.

He tosses the journal and pen to the side of his bed, stretching his legs and rubbing his hands over his face, groaning in frustration. He knows he should try the exercise so that he can start the long process of getting back to being normal. The ideal son. Someone his parents don’t have to be scared of, or tiptoe around, worried that he’ll fly off the handle. End up in a bar or worse, especially worse.

Sitting on the riverside with his dad and talking about his cheating boyfriend had been a new low for TK Strand. Which is surprising given how many times he’s let his parents down. The difference is that this time he wasn’t the one who let go of the snowball that escalated into an avalanche. He was just a bystander skier who was trying to enjoy themselves, before being caught up in the landslide of snow and cold.

He swings his legs over the bed and grabs the red hoodie that hangs on the back of his bedroom door. Popping his earbuds in and trying to find a playlist when he hears his name being called from the kitchen.

His dad stands there, leaning against the counter and facing towards the backyard. Probably lost in thought and brought back to reality by the sound of his son’s shuffling around, if TK had to guess. Tomorrow is a big day for both of them so he wouldn’t be surprised if he was fighting his own battles right now.

He’s got some Halestorm song playing and sees Owen mouthing something to him, but he just bumps up the volume a little more.

“I’m going for a run. Be back in half an hour.” He holds up the phone in his hand and waits at the bottom of the stairs. He isn’t asking permission but it still feels necessary to wait. He doesn’t need his dad calling emergency services or summoning a search party, not tonight.

Owen squints slightly and looks like he wants to say something, but it’s lost in a breath and he just nods.

TK has his feet toed into his shoes and is taking off down the road within seconds.

No pressure tags to @heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom @sznofthesticks @paperstorm @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @vineofroses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @sanjuwrites @falloutmars @never-blooms @your-catfish-friend @lightningboltreader @catanisspicy + open tag to whoever sees!!

#TK baby make sure you look both ways when you cross the street #we don’t want anything bad to happen…. :] #wip wednesday #my wips #not strong enough #911 lone star #tarlos

[lorata]

Ive been doing a Christmas reread of all your amazing work and the more I think about the centre, the more I wonder what the trainers and trainees thought about the stunt with the berries. Did they turn it off? Did they get a talk about it the following day? More generally, is there much of the games that the trainers keep from the students? I remember when creed died they were sent to bed when it got too gruesome and I imagine a similar thing with Cato

I was gonna answer this one but I wound up writing it instead lol

Fic below! CW for blood, death, Arena-gore, etc etc etc

******

“She should have killed him hours ago.”

Blake’s voice growls low in Rowan’s ear, curled tight and ragged at the edges. Pushing the urge to cry into rage and fury like the trainers taught them. Rowan gave up as soon as the door shut behind them and the trainers couldn’t see, Blake’s undershirt a sodden mess beneath his cheek.

Still, though, that’s not fair. None of this is fair. Cato’s face in the shadows, pale but for the splashes of blood, the dark hole of his mouth, screaming. Twelve girl and her boyfriend, wrapped around each other, shaking. “What was she supposed to do,” Rowan says. The words taste sour, thick with choked tears. “She’s out of arrows. He’s dying of sepsis. Is she supposed to go down there and punch them with her bare hands? Cato has armour and they’re eating him. She’d get torn to pieces.”

“Okay, but —” Blake mutters a curse into Rowan’s hair. “Yeah okay, fine. But they should send her another arrow so she can end it, then. Nobody wants to watch this.”

Somebody does, Rowan thinks, stomach twisting. The Gamemakers used fire to herd Twelve girl toward the Careers, they used mutts to drive the final confrontation, they could, if they wanted to, find a way end this now. “I think it’s a warning,” he said. “Like our first year in Res, when they made us go to bed too. We’re allowed to train and stuff but we’re not — special. You know? We die slow and painful just like everybody else. No special treatment.”

“So don’t get cocky,” Blake says in a low voice, then, “Fuck.”

He hates it here. It pricks sharp and startling, like stepping on a forgotten blade. Rowan can try to soften it, dragging his mattress into Blake’s room at three in the morning and making their shoebox dorm into an impossibly cramped — but cozy — shared bedroom, wrestling with Blake during free time and cuddling on the couch when the trainers aren’t looking, pretending this is all a really intense athletics camp for him and his friends. But they’re killing people, numbers ticking up on both sides, and with each one Blake gets a little more faraway and it takes longer for Rowan to draw him back, and the Games are getting worse and worse and worse. Since Rowan joined Residential their tributes bled to death for hours and hours — had their skulls and pelvis smashed with maces — fought monkey-mutts while having chunks torn off them for almost half an hour — and now this.

He can’t even imagine what the Quarter Quell will look like.

Blake’s breathing has slowed and Rowan’s starting to drift when a loud hammering at the door jars them both. Rowan jerks up, slams his head hard into Blake’s jaw by accident as Blake bites back a yelp. “Up, up,” calls the trainer from the hallway. “I know you’re both in there, we don’t have time to pretend. It’s happening, now!” Rapid footsteps, shouts and door-pounding continue down the corridor.

Rowan shoots Blake a guilty look, scrambling out of bed and pulling on his uniform. “We gonna be in trouble later, you think?”

“Depends on how this goes, probably,” Blake says, grim.

They race into the gymnasium in time to hear the cannon fire.

Rowan skids to a stop, bile rising. And okay, they’ve seen a lot of ugly deaths, but this — it’s not even a person anymore. This — this is meat. Already there are sobbing thirteens being escorted out of the room, exit paperwork ready to go. A pile of fresh vomit steams in the far corner, but they can’t run for towels because this is endgame.

No trumpets. Cato a mutilated lump of flesh and still the Games go on. “Predictions,” calls out Livia.

“There never was a rule change,” says one of the Seniors, arms crossed. “It’s all for ratings. They’re going to make them kill each other.”

Jolted, Rowan mis-times his sit and turns his ankle, thumping to the floor in an awkward heap. No one notices, the others still piling in under the trainers’ impatient directions. Blake settles down a careful six inches away, which Rowan notices with a sharp squeeze in his chest. Onscreen the Twelves are whispering frantically, until —

Everyone turns to stare at the Senior who called it. He shrugs, not smug at being proven right, more like resigned. “They let Cato and Clove believe it was for them,” he says. “Come on. Had to be fake right there.”

“That’s mean,” says one of the thirteens, who hasn’t cried or vomited so they’re still here, but jury’s out for how much longer with an outburst like that. “Why would they make a rule like that and take it back?”

“Sorry, is this the everyone eat ice cream and hug it out games, or the Hunger Games?” This time it’s Russet, from Rowan’s year. He’s a good friend but the Centre draws out his mean streak, and this has been a rough couple of days. “Because they can. Because it’s more fun that way. Because the whole point is we go in there to die horribly on camera while people eat popcorn so that not everyone who’s in there dies too soon to be entertaining.”

And that’s Russet gone as well as the thirteen and the room is silent, save for the sound of all their ragged breathing. “Enough,” says Livia, sharp with warning, but they were right. It was horrible to let the tributes hope — both Twelve and Two. It was horrible to leave the Twelve boy by that riverbank for days, slowly dying of blood poisoning. Horrible to let the mutts chew on Cato for what, twelve hours? And now, horrible to ask the Twelves to kill each other after everything.

Livia stares them down, and whatever restless energy Rowan sensed surging flattens out. “Strategy,” she says. “You are Twelve. What now?”

Twelve girl aims her bow at the same time as the boy throws his knife into the lake. “Oof,” someone mutters. “Too bad he’s bleeding to death, that was a great strategy.”

“You are Twelve,” Livia repeats. She doesn’t say it, but everyone knows she means Twelve girl. “The boy is the only thing giving you audience appeal and you just threw all of that away. How do you walk away from this alive?”

“She can’t,” Blake says. Rowan holds himself very, very still. “She can’t, there’s no way. They’ve been a package deal from the start and he was holding her up. Giving her humanity. He’s going to sacrifice himself for her and she’ll be here alone.”

“Then she has to earn it,” Rowan says. The words scrape his throat. Twelve girl screams for the boy to take up the bow and shoot her. “She’ll spend the rest of her life proving she was worth the cost. But she — can’t — kill him. And he can’t make her. He has to do this, for her.”

Twelve boy tears the bandage from his leg, his pant leg soaked black with blood. Livia nods. “A high price,” she says. “And not one that would work for any of you. But for an outlier? Yes.”

They wait — but the Twelves are still arguing, fumbling in pockets, and — wait. Wait. The drones can’t pick up what the Twelves are saying, but even so the girl’s eyes are dark with challenge, finding the closest camera and staring at it, unflinching. They raise the berries to their lips.

(“Holy shit,” whispers one of the fourteens; another socks him hard in the leg without looking away.)

And then — trumpets. Livia’s entire posture sharpens. “Back to bed,” Livia announces, over the panicked voice of Claudius Templesmith. “All of you.”

“But it’s breakfast,” says one of the youngest thirteens, barely made the cutoff, only to wilt under the worst glare Rowan’s ever seen Livia give.

“Bed,” she repeats, like the thud of an axe through a fallen tribute’s spine. “Now.”

A few hours later the trainers call them out for breakfast. All the televisions in the commissary sit blank and silent, the screens reflecting Rowan’s face and the occasional shared glance before he and the other candidates hastily look away.

A tense, awkward week of pretending to train until everyone gets called back for the post-Games interview. Love story, they say. The twelves were so in love that they couldn’t bear to live without each other. But Rowan knew what he saw, the steel in Twelve’s eyes, the Gamemakers’ alarm. The Capitol ran a crooked game and Twelve outsmarted them — and now she has to stay alive.

“Obviously she’s lying,” says one of the Seniors, cynical. “I mean, it’s her cover, but —” They all jump when Livia jabs a finger.

“No. Stop.” Livia wets her lips. “As far as you’re concerned, those two are in love and that’s the end. Got it?”

“But —”

Livia marches across the room and strikes the girl hard across the face. “Got it?” she says forcefully.

The girl sits up straight, squaring her shoulders and tossing her head back to look Livia in the eye. “Got it,” she repeats, precision-sharp, a red splotch spreading across her cheek.

Livia returns to the front of the room, faces them all with her hands clasped behind her back. “The Games are over. We have a lot of training to catch up on. I don’t want to hear another word about it, am I clear?”

Rowan echoes ‘Yes, sir’ with the rest of them, but the ground beneath his feet has already shifted. 

When the trainers call him in to talk about Blake and his priorities it’s the easiest test he’s ever failed. Rowan closes his eyes on the blood and the screams and the berries and exhales hard. “I want to go home.”

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #the hunger games #my writing #oc: rowan

[katethevampire]

All right so the new episodes just came out like 20 minutes ago for me (oh yeah me from the future here it ended up taking me about 3 hours to finish watching the episodes cuz I kept pausing to write stuff in between so uh yeah lol) so everything under the cut will be my live reaction to everything. I'll add time stamps so you know where I'm at in the episodes. I can guarantee you that I will be sticking to my promise about potentially eating paper if I'm wrong about Sir Pentious not dying. Which honestly now I'm not sure if anyone will die, it was pretty much confirmed in a live stream that angel dust isn't going to be the one to die so my money is on one of the Angels. Also I'm using voice to text and while I'll try and fix any misspellings or wrong words I might miss them.

LOTS OF SWEARING PROBABLY also I very much abuse capslock

EPISODE 7

00:51- I love Sir Pentious looking at Keke I just thought I should mention that

01:03- OH MY GOD NO KEKE MOVED TO HIS LAP AND HE'S PETTING HER I LOVE HIM SM

01:10 aw Alastor was sleepy you guys woke him up!

01:22- I CAN'T EVEN APPRECIATE RAZZLE AND DAZZLE BEING CUTE CHARLIE IS CRYING

01:29- he did the gay little hand thing

01:50- okay so I've already seen this part because of the small leak but I cannot get over the fact that Alastor has his shoes on the bed!! Like man take those off you're getting it dirty!!!!

01:59- mfs kicking his feet on the bed acting like a high school girl about to ask out her crush on the phone at a sleepover like dude you're a serial killer you can't do this to me 😭 also I should probably slow down cuz I'm making an update literally every 2 seconds

02:18 BROS CHECKING HIS NAILS AND DOING THAT POSE WHILE MAKING FUN OF HER ABOUT THE FACT THAT SHE UNINTENTIONALLY MIGHT HAVE CAUSED THE DEATHS OF MILLIONS 💀💀💀 so fruity i love

2:33- Alasto be like "it's called masking deary. Ever heard of it?"

2:44- if he wasn't saying this in such an evil manner right now I'd be saying he's so me frfr

3:07- what do I even say to that line. He popped off but also like respectfully I think I've heard a third grader say the exact same thing

3:53- OKAY SO I WAS GOING TO SAY SOMETHING BUT I'VE COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN LOOK AT THIS FRAME, this could easily be the profile picture for someone's film review channel and I'm not 100% sure that people will understand what I mean by that unless you know a very specific person

04:38- Alastor is in his hat man era

4:33- okay so a few things, thank you subtitles for telling me that the music is edgy I feel like just the word tense would have worked on its own but I appreciate it nonetheless. Number two, I don't like seeing the girlies be mad at each other :(

05:34 I will support my boy Sir Pentious through and through he did nothing wrong!!

06:54- not the voice I was expecting for Rosie but pop up Queen she speaks the truth

07:24- ROSIE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE ALASTOR. Also his confusion, I love him so much

11:04- she's kind of like that one Pokemon

Ad time!- I DON'T CARE ABOUT VITAMIN PILLS THAT DOUBLE MY LIFESPAN

11:13- catabettes! Cannibals and catabettes!!! This is going into my vocabulary from now on. Also this frame that I paused at I love her face.

11:57- ugh, susan. All my homies hate Susan

12:54- I have a dream, I'm here to cause a scandal in the cannibal square

13:37- :( well it wasn't obvious to me I just thought the x over the eye was to look cool :(

14:35- SONG FUCK YEAH

15:26 If this song came out years ago I know for a fact there would have been an undertale parody version of it. Also I just got a cosmic brownie and some chocolate milk let's go guys we're eating good tonight

16:00 HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHE CAN JUST GROW BACK HER WINGS

16:30- therapist Rosie is not something I thought I'd be seeing today but honestly I love it. Also I don't think I'm going to be able to finish these episodes today because I'm only a little over 15 minutes through and I've been watching for like almost over half an hour and also I just realized that what if Lucifer is the one that dies?

18:12 ALASTOR GAVE HER HIS MICROPHONE I'M GOING TO EXPLODE INTO A BAJILLION CRYING PIECES RAHHHHHH

19:38 I'm going crazy I'm going insane right now bro literally what how I don't know what to say I love this act I don't know, it's just really good I don't know what to say like this is cool I don't I DON'T KNOW! IT'S I I LIKE IT everybody in cannibal town is cool and I like them and it's like 10 seconds later now and they're literally So based like free food like so me I don't know I'm just rambling at this point

20:56 ALASTOR AND ROSIE'S LITTLE DANCE THEIR LITTLE TIPPY TAPS OH MY GOD YES

21:06- alastor, you know it's not right to make someone your political puppet. Your little dances are cute though so I'll allow it for now.

I don't know why it thought I was speaking Spanish for a second but anyways that episode was really cute and good and I liked it but I'm also scared for the next episode cuz like now I'm wondering is someone actually going to die or were people just lying. I feel like either Adam is going to be the one to die or it's going to be Lucifer cuz they mentioned a lot in the previous episode about how Charlie needs to take up the throne and get ready to take her place on the throne like why does she need to take her place on the throne? Isn't that her dad's job??? Please don't kill Lucifer off please please please 🙏 also I'm still not on board and probably will never will be on the whole political puppet thing. Like I just know I just have a feeling in my bones that alastor's favor is going to be something like "Let me be the ruler of hell lololol" or something anyways

EPISODE 8

01:01-Why are you watching other men get fucked?🤨 (/j)

01:19 🥺 I love 🥺 I oove him so 🥺 so much 🥺🥺🥺 does he have a spatula like spongebob

02:02- wait so how is Vox watching them like does he have bug cameras in the air like those little guys in v3 (woah now I have to put a Danganronpa spoiler on this)

03:42 SOFT ALASTOR FANFICTION WRITERS QUICK WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN!!!

04:18- I'm not even the biggest huskerdust shipper but awwwww also I don't ship him with anyone but I just want to see Sir Pentious happy pleaseeee also the little Melody of loser baby in the background

04:48- ugh I am clutching my heart right now Sir Pentious is my SON and I LOVE HIM

04:58- what the fuck that ao3 tag was canon this WHOLE TIME???? WHEN DID YOU GUYS HEAR ABOUT THIS?????

05:05- I told you angel dust wasn't going to die

05:38- it's like the song but different! Reprise it's called a reprise also is Mimzy gonna come back

07:15- Vox, you know that you guys are going to die if they lose too right?

Okay I can't timestamp this cuz I'll just be pausing every 2 seconds but just know that everything I'm saying after this is from 07:52 to whatever number I put after later right here->09:47

Okay, so this might be a weird comparison but you know like My Little pony Battle scenes? This feels like that in the very best way possible where they have the scenes with all the different characters fighting with the different music.

Oh my God yes Cherry bomb and angel dust I love them also that was a fire transition also I JUST NOTICED THAT SIR PENTIOUS HAT ALSO HAS THE EYE DOES HE JUST HAVE I HATS FOR EVERY OCCASION

Uh oh Adams angry he's going to do a my hero academia

Oh shit it actually worked that's not good.

I TOLD YOU I CALLED IT VOX IS HORNY

Oh my God that is such a cool shot guys someone should make that frame of Alastor their computer background

OH MY GOD WHOEVER ANIMATED THAT SCENE I LOVE YOU I'M LITERALLY GIVING YOU A METAPHORICAL KISS ON THE MOUTH IN THE PLATONIC SENSE ALASTOR LOOKED SO COOL

Guys I think Adam's going to die

😨 okay so Alastor's microphone just broke and I paused it to add that emoji but as I did the people I live with got home so I'm going to have to pause it for there? I'll update if I get prime working on my phone. Also isn't alastor's microphone alive? Maybe that's the character that died.

Update: all right I got it set up on my phone about 30 minutes later now we're resuming

09:47- okay so I think it's interesting that Alastor pretty much lost all his powers as soon as his microphone broke, my guess is probably that whoever has his soul (lilith, eve, or anyone else) gave the mic to him.

09:53- I like the detail that Alastor is still smiling even though he literally just got slammed against the wall, also Vox has the biggest hate boner for Alastor like

10:02- Alastor: "Have to disagree with you there, radio's not dead." Hun you are bleeding out I'm sorry but I don't think you can gaslight girlboss your way out of this one, also I'm sorry to tell you but the only thing they play on my local radio station now besides music is like, a show that's only on at like 7 in the morning where people call to complain about how their husband wraps Christmas presents

10:38- haha silly also EGGS!!

10:43- NO WAIT MY BRAIN DIDN'T REGISTER THAT THAT EGG WAS CRACKED THEY KILLED THE FUCKING EGG!!!!!! Angel, kill them.

11:12- no no no Sir Pentious you better not I don't want to eat paper

11:21- good for him

11:44- NO GOD DAMN IT PLEASE HAVE A REVEAL THAT ALASTOR OR LUCIFER OR SOMEONE ELSE SAVED HIM PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏 I AM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

12:03- okay this is really cool but is he actually dead cuz I'll legitimately be really sad if so

12:50- *that one vine* "*gasp* Adam."

13:23- KILL HIS ASS CHARLIE

14:12 yes Vaggie, queen shit

SIR PENTIOUS ARE YOU DEAD /J OR /SRS?????

14:35 I KNEW IT I KNOW HE WAS GOING TO COME BACK I MEAN I GOT KIND OF SPOILED CUZ I I SAW THE COVER OF THE EPISODE BUT WOAH 10/10 ENTRANCE

14:44- gasp! His face!

15:00- he is, so stupid. I love him.

15:51-okay I went quiet for a minute cuz there were so much happening but oh my God what do I even say this is just so cool also I don't know if this is intentional or not but the blood stain on Charlie's hair is shaped like an apple

16:34- NIFFTY RAHHHHHHH

17:08- wait okay I had a brief thought that maybe lute was actually Eve but I think I'm wrong on that

17:13- Sir Pentious would've liked pancakes :((((((

Ad Time! I don't care about hard Rock Cafe I just want to know whether or not Sir Pentious is actually dead please I'm going through all the stages of grief right now and Brandan Rogers just came on my screen as Katie killjoy please

18:04- Keke :(

Oh my God they're going to find him in the rubble right? ... Right?? Right guys right???????

18:10- fat nuggets survived that's good I see a rock that looks suspiciously shaped like Sir Pentious military hat whoa guys I wonder if that means anything and it looks like it's up like someone is standing? Whoa I wonder if they'll check behind that rock please

18:16- wait is he actually dead I'm genuinely about to cry

19:16- I am not crying about his death until the episode ends I am not crying until it is 100% CONFIRMED that he died

20:50- omg alastor's alive, he's in his Jack's skeleton era that means that maybe Sir Pentious is also-

21:08- friends :) he said friends just saying

22:04- I TOLD YOU I FUCKING TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU THAT BY DYING IT WAS JUST A CHARACTER BEING REDEEMED I TOLD YOU I'M SO SMART I'M NOT EATING PAPER HAHAHAHAHA I'M THE GREATEST MAN ALIVE HE'S NOT DEAD MY SNAKE BOY ISN'T DEAD HOW DID I GET SO ATTACHED TO HIM I DON'T KNOW BUT I LOVE HIM YES I CAN'T EXPRESS MY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW I'M GENUINELY SO HAPPY THIS IS WHY THIS IS WHY I WAITED UNTIL THE VERY END TO CRY ABOUT HIM I KNEW HE WASN'T GOING TO BE DEAD THEY WOULDN'T KILL HIM OFF THEY WOULDN'T KILL MY SNAKE BOY OFF JUST LIKE THAT

22:34- you're telling me Lilith was just doing hot girl shit on the beach for 7 years.

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #angel dust hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel episode 7 spoilers #hazbin hotel episode 8 spoilers #hazbin hotel lucifer #liveblogging #danganronpa v3 spoilers #i guess #I started watching the episodes at around 8:20 and finished the last episode at around 11:18 so almost exactly 3 hours #anyways I'm so smart and got a bunch of stuff right #just realized I didn't mention husk a single time outside of the ship mention #sorry dude I think you're a cool guy I just didn't have anything to say

[midgardian-witch]

I am multi-faceted and can't decide between fluff and smut today. Lol. So, NSFW Snuggle and/or SFW Clothing for 🐺 (duh)? If you do the clothing one, maybe Jack wearing his girl's shirt? It's always the girl wearing the guy's stuff. Let's branch out. Lol. Jack is smol. It would work. Hah.

Sideways related, because wolf, but I'm enjoying the 10th Kingdom gifs you've been posting too. 👍

Glad you enjoy the 10th Kingdom content! I put that in my queue when I rewatched it some time ago so this is just perfect timing for more woof content 😂

I am going with the sfw prompt because it immediately gave me an idea (took a bit longer though because I saw your ask really late last night and was already half asleep by that point 😅). You did say girl's shirt (and I agree more boyfriends should wear their girlfriend's clothes) but it turned more gn!reader other than the mention of reader owning dresses (fashion has no gender but ya know).

Hope you like it 💙

Tangled Up

Send me a prompt and a character and I'll write a reader drabble

tags: fluff | Scent Kink (hinted) | established relationship | mentions of reader owning dresses | gn!reader

ships: Jack Russell/Reader

AO3

(edit: I just now realized I totally forgot to put the tags in. I am so sorry 😭)

(edit 2: added AO3 link)

[CLOTHING] Person A finds Person B wearing their clothing.

You were exhausted. If everything had worked out like you had planned you'd have been in bed cuddling with your boyfriend hours ago. But of course things didn't go like you wanted them to. 

The door falls closed behind you with a heavy thud. You throw your bag to the side carelessly and walk into your flat but there is no sign of Jack. You expected him to perk up at the first sign of your arrival but alas neither hide nor hair of your werewolf boyfriend in either the living room or kitchen. 

"Jack? I'm home, baby!" 

Your call is left unanswered. That's unusual. Your brows furrow as you wander your flat until you stand in front of your bedroom door. Inside you hear a soft whimper. Your heart sinks into your stomach, dread pulling it down heavily. 

Was Jack hurt? Is that why he didn't greet you as soon as you entered the flat? 

With panic rising in your throat you open the door. The sight that greets you takes your breath away. 

In what can only be described as a nest of clothing lies Jack, dressed in nothing but a very familiar looking hoodie. He's curled around your pillow, your pajamas squished between it and his face. Every inhale of air is followed by a soft little whine from Jack. 

He looks so cute that it hurts you physically. 

You clear your throat awkwardly and at the sound his face immediately pops up. As Jack sees you his eyes grow wide and with an excited yelp he tries to scramble off of his makeshift nest. In his haste he gets tangled in some of the laundry. It's an adorable sight, like a puppy stuck in a blanket. 

You try and fail to stifle your giggling as you watch Jack struggle to get out of his nest. You decide to have mercy on him and walk over to him. He looks up at you as you stand at the edge of the bed, his eyes sparkling with joy. Dear god, you were only gone for a while but you've missed him. And by the Look in his eyes know he missed you too. 

You lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips. 

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, love" 

"You're here now. That's what matters, mi amor."

Your eyes wander his handsome face and travel downwards to the hoodie he had wrapped himself in. On closer inspection you realize why it looked so familiar. 

"That's mine, isn't it?" 

Jack tries to hide his embarrassment and his face inside the hoodie. His antics make you laugh again. He mumbles something into the soft fabric that you don't quite catch. 

Your hands cup his face and you tilt his head up tentatively, his eyes looking right into yours. No words leave your lips, you just raise your eyebrow, silently asking him to repeat himself.

"It's all yours,” he admits, gesturing towards the piles and piles of clothing. Shirts, pants, dresses, underwear, everything he could get his hands on, “I missed you, mi vida. So I-...well…"

You can feel the heat in his cheeks against your fingers. You're breathless for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. He had missed you so much that his first instinct was to surround himself with your things, your scent. 

The love you feel for him swallows you whole, like crashing waves pulling you down. It’s too much all at once, this ocean of emotion in which you'd gladly drown.

“I love you,” you choke out the words, tears of joy threatening to spill out at a moment's notice. His kind eyes watch you, his own breath caught in his throat as he recognizes the raw emotion on your face. His hands find yours against his cheek and he pulls them to his mouth, his lips peppering soft kisses to your palm and wrist.

“I love you too. More than words can describe.”

Jack pulls you towards him onto the bed. You follow his lead and join him on the pile of laundry that you’ll have to take care of at some point. But those thoughts were for later. Much later.

You lay together and bask in each other's presence. Jack curls around you like he had with your pillow before you found him and mirroring his movements you entangle your limbs with his until you don’t know where he begins and you end. You bury your face into his neck to breathe him in. You don’t need his enhanced sense of smell to notice how the scent of your favorite perfume that still clings to the fabric of your hoodie mingles with his own. You’re usually not the possessive kind and yet heat coils in your stomach.

You try to pull him even closer to you, only your clothes as a barrier between your two bodies. You want to feel his skin on yours but for now you are too comfortable just existing like this, with him curled around you and you curled around him in turn. A pleased sigh escapes Jack as you squeeze him tighter, his hands holding onto you like he never wants to let you go. And you return the sentiment. There is nothing that could come between you now, nothing that could make you let go of him. At least until you decide to strip Jack out of your favorite hoodie. 

#jack russell/reader #jack russell x reader #jack russell #werewolf by night #werewolf by night fanfic #requested fic #fran-writes

[firstdivisiongirl]

Luffy, Zoro and Sanji with a reader new crewmate that is secretary a fairy, and finds out because feel the wings after a hug.

Hi! I hope you are doing well. To be honest with you, I did my research for this by looking at the Pixie Hollow series of books and movies lol. I hope you like it because I really had so much fun!

Luffy:

You and Luffy needed to sneak into a marine base to help your new fairy friend, Cordelia escape from captivity.  She had the power to heal wounds using water and control any amount of water that was around her.  You were new to the Strawhats, but they didn’t know that Cordelia was your sister and you were a water fairy as well.  You had been hiding your wings from them for about 2 months now.  You were afraid that they’d try to use you the same way the world government wanted to use your sister.  You had finally found your sister.  “Cordelia,” you exclaimed, "come on, it's time to go.”  She grabbed your hand and followed you and Luffy.  When you got to the edge of the base, you didn’t know how you were going to get back to the ship that was now sailing away. 

“Gomu Gomu,” Luffy said as he stretch right arm, encapsulating you and Cordelia in his arms.  Oh no, you thought, he’s going to find out!

“SLINGSHOT,” he yelled as the three of you shot through the air and onto the Merry.  When you arrive back on the ship you tan to your room, not coming out for the rest of the day.

***

Later that night, everyone had retreated to bed. Everyone except for you.  You walked to the head of the ship and you noticed someone sitting on the head, it was Luffy.  The one person you were avoiding.  You walked up near the head.  You knew you had to face this sometime.

“Hi Captain,” you said sheepishly.

“Hey Y/N.  You okay?  I have a question?”

You swallowed, “Sure, what’s up?”  You were definitely sweating now, afraid he was going to use your powers or worse, abandon you.

“What were those things on your back?  If you have a rash or something you should probably see Chopper.”

“Luffy…” you said.  You knew you had to tell him.  You took off your jacket that you always wear to hide your wings,  “I’m a water fairy.”

The coat fell to the ground revealing translucent aqua wings that had hints of a dark royal blue outlining them.  Luffy’s eyes widened.  “That’s so cool.  But why didn’t you show us a few months ago when you joined? That's amazing!”

“I was afraid you’d use me or abandon me like everyone else does,” you said,sniffing and tearing up as you looked at your straw hat wearing captain.

“Why’d we do that?  You’re my nakama,” he replied putting his straw hat on top of your head in hopes of cheering you up.

You looked at him wide eyed, “Really?”

“Of course.”

You hugged him and cried happy tears, soaking his red vest shirt thing.  “Thank you Luffy,” you said before breaking away from his hug.  This felt like such a beautiful moment.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

You smiled, “Sure.”  

“Do fairies poop?” he asked, officially ruining the moment.

Zoro:

“I’m sorry sir, I’m in a happy relationship,” you said to the drunken stranger.  This man kept flirting with you for what felt like hours.  No matter how many times you told him to buzz off he just wouldn’t.  You were hoping that this lie would get him to.

“I’ll leave you alone,” he said, “if you can introduce me to the lucky person.”

You started to sweat profusely, staining your heather gray tank.  You looked around the bar, hoping maybe Sanji was there when all of a sudden Zoro walks up and hugs you. Thank goodness. Wait, oh shit, you thought.

“Hey babe.  Sorry, I’m late, I just got caught up with some business,” Zoro told you, making sure the man could see his swords on his hip.  “Is this guy giving you trouble?”  He smirked at the man.  You know that smirk he has when he’s ready to slice someone in half.

“I’m sorry sir.  Wow, you know, look at the time.  I better get home, it's getting late,” the man said nervously.  He ran, well more like stumbled out of the bar and away from you and Zoro.  

“I owe you one Zoro,” you told him while sipping your drink.

“No problem Y/N.  You’re not used to pirate life yet.  You can’t fight or intimidate anyone.  You looked like you needed help.”

You looked down at the bar counter.  You had just joined the Strawhats a few weeks ago as a botanist.  Your dream was to collect plants from every island you visited and create a garden containing plants from all over the world.  Chopper thought that was impossible since plants needed all different climates to grow but he didn’t know your power.

“Can you tell me what the hell is up with your back?  It feels like you have wings or something,” Zoro said bluntly.

Your eyes widened.  He must have felt them when he hugged you.  You grabbed his hand and ram out of the bar and into the alley right next to the bar.

“Zoro, can you keep a secret?”

“Of course Y/N,”

You closed your eyes.  All of a sudden, your wings start to grow out of your back.  Zoro’s eye (yes eye)  widened and his mouth dropped open.  He had heard of fairies but never really believed in stuff like that.  That was until he saw his new crew mate with wings covered in roses in different shades of pink with green leaves and thorns intertwining in them.

“Plant fairy?  So that’s why you want to collect all those plants.  You know you can keep them alive in any climate cause you can control the conditions for each plant.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in stuff like that,” you questioned the moss head sarcastically.

“I didn’t but I was clearly wrong.”

“Are you mad?  Do you hate me? Do you think Luffy will kick me off the crew?”  You looked down at the ground.  You were scared that they would leave you because they were your family even in the few weeks you’ve known them.

“No, why?” Zoro laughed, causing you to relax and look up at him, “seriously, we have a singing skeleton and a talking reindeer doctor.  Luffy doesn’t care what you are.  None of us do, your nakama and that means you're stuck with us.”

You smiled widely and hugged the swordsman.  Your eyes locked with his before a familiar sound interrupted you two, “Come on it’s the straw hat.”

You both laughed in unison, “Guess we have to save our captain,” you said, “does this happen on every island?”

Zoro exhaled, “sadly yes.” With that, Zoro started running while you started flying in the direction of your captain (well Zoro did get lost).

Sanji:

“Sanji,” you said to the chef of your new crew as you sat in the kitchen while he washed dishes, “ how would you feel if I was, let's say, a fairy?”

He turned around from the sink to face you.  He walked over and gave you a hug.  “ oh Y/N! I’d still love you and find you beautiful and…”. He broke the hug and looked at you confused.  He hugged you again.  “Are you trying to tell me something?” He asked, looking at you with such compassion.  “You can tell me anything.”

“Sanji, I’m a fairy.  I’m a healing fairy.  I know you probably…” your words were cut off by him kissing you.  His lips were soft but his hands were rough, you could feel the cuts on his hands on your cheeks.  He was extremely gentle. After a few seconds, he broke away.  You sat looking into his blue eyes, the same blue as the sea you were sailing on and just as easy to get lost in.  “I’d never hate.  I love you,” he looked down at his feet, “I know we haven’t known each other long.  I mean you just met a few weeks ago but…I just know.”  He looked at you again, this time it was his turn to get lost in your sparkling (e/c) orbs.

“Do you want to see my wings?”

“Only if you are comfortable, my love.”

You stood up and closed your eyes.  As you did, a pair of beautiful gold wings appeared on your back.  They sparkled like treasure and looked like a stained glass window of different shades of gold.  You grabbed his hands and a golden light shined around his hands.  The light disappeared after a few sends and his once cut up hands were perfectly healed and soft.  He looked up at you and smiled softly.  You smiled back happy to let your secret out.

“Since we’re sharing secrets, can I share one with you?” He asked nervously.

“Of course, you accepted me and my secret.  I’ll do the same with you.”

“I’m a prince, but my father was…abusive you could save.  I ran away and ended up here.”

He looked down, now crying.  The memories of his terrible childhood flashed in his mind.  You grabbed his cheeks and made him look up at you.  This time you kissed him in the same way he kissed you earlier.

“I don’t care where you came from, Sanji.  I’m just happy you came to me now. I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now.  That works for you my love?”

Sanji grabbed his nose as it started to bleed and his eyes turned into hearts.  He passed out on the floor of the kitchen.

“I’ll take that as a yes, my prince,” you laughed to yourself bending down to heal your now unconscious simp of a boyfriend.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

#one piece #trafalgar d nami #fairies #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #request #straw hat crew #monster trio #vinsmoke sanji

[tryingtimi]

27 for the Wrapped game

@italiangothicwriteblr

The Attraction of Quiet Violence: A Snip

Afraid of The Dark by PHILDEL. Thank you for the number, lovely! It's a song I used for a Metalsea side story I left half-finished for now (realising it would be more reasonable write the main story before I get to side stories lol). But, I'll share a bit of it now, because this song was one of the main vibes of that story, hehe.

Context: Avelyn is visiting the religious center of Illathia. She's there to study their religion in that area, and gets a mentor figure beside her. But, the mentor figure seems strange, and she's getting a nightmare with her.

METALSEA SIDE STORY | A BIT OF ANXIETY | AVELYN POV ONLY | EERIE TEMPLE | WC: 944

Avelyn awoke with a start. 

She became aware of her sleeping state immediately, her mind still standing in the door of Amorellan’s room, but her mind registering how she was laying in her bed. Her body weighed a lot, and her limbs did not move. She slowly seemed to drift back into the dream, the figure’s presence turning sharper. 

No, she resisted.

Her eyes peeled open as she used her sense of wake to force them obeying her will. A heaviness lingered over her eyelids, yet she kept them open. Slow blinking for taking in the world. 

The tree leaves’ shadows like dancing claws wiggled on the ceiling. She could hear the wind that ruffled them evenly, making them look like a too long fingered palm.

The last time she had such an experience was so long ago, she couldn’t really recall it. And still, she had a lingering dread in her bones, one that felt way too familiar. 

Avelyn kept staring at the ceiling.

Her eyelids moved heavy and slow, the dream’s luring sensation evenly snaking out of her reach. She shivered under the fur blanket, even though the cold had no room to sneak under it. Its touch, however, was able to keep caressing her face, and helping her break the unnerving spell of another dreamwalk. 

The trees’ shadows danced, but their shape softened. They did not seem threatening anymore, and the wind’s wandering breeze turned more refreshing. She could finally breathe evenly, her eyes not jumping from one corner to the other anymore. The weighing shards of a scattered nightmare lifted from her limbs. She could finally move. 

“What was that?” she muttered into the soundless night, sitting up slowly. She didn’t expect to hear an answer, of course, yet the words rolled off of her tongue anyway. 

Soft dread sat on her shoulders, as she straightened, exhaustion hanging heavy from her eyelids. There were moments, when she would awoke during the night, but this felt different. She had nightmares before, yet the after effect was nothing like this time. Avelyn wasn’t even sure she could have called it a nightmare at all. 

Yet, the unease remained. 

She stared at her blanketed legs, awareness of the nightgown’s touch on her body slowly reaching her. Cold air swirled in the room, sneaking in through the open window. The tree’s shadow waltzed on her blanket. 

Avelyn sighed, taking in a deep breath before deciding to stand up. 

It was an awfully quiet night. 

However much she saw of the shadows, and smelled the sweet scent of winter blooms, she felt more as if she woke in frozen time, as if the cold would have stopped it. Every smell was tainted with the tempering touch of snow, muting it into a barely noticeable sensation. 

Perhaps it was the night that brought her such thoughts. 

Avelyn shivered, when she slipped out of the warm embrace of furs, leaving her veil on the nightstand as she approached the window. She tended to like night time, for the world turned as black and white for a short time as she ever saw it. In these hours, she could belong, as if the world was a place she was a part of. That must have been why she was never afraid of the dark before. 

Why was she hesitant to keep herself awake then? 

Truly, that dream was strange, but it was only that; a dream. Nothing she should have been frightened of. The details blurred in her memory, but the feeling still lingered, however faintly. It was the dread of a nightmare, unsettling Avelyn into a frown. 

She pulled her clothes tighter on her chest, when she looked out from the window. Foolishness lay in her worries, so she forced herself to take her mind off of it. Instead, she focused on the bold Phravani wind that softened into a gentle caress. 

Outside the world showed her the view of a snowy scenery, the mountain’s various mounds reaching upwards. Every top has been blanketed with white glistening under the moonlight. Almost the same way as the other abodes’ rooftops, the covers of every bud in their gardens, and the Temple itself.  She couldn’t remember seeing snow falling, yet from the amount of it, it should have been falling for days or maybe weeks now. 

Or, well, in Evalon it should have been. 

Perhaps it was a common thing in Phravan. Indeed, as Avelyn’s tired mind slowly recalled her brief studies, she could remember some pieces mentioning the frequent snowing. There was a reason why they wore such thick clothing after all. 

What she drank in with growing awe, however, was the scenery itself. The neatly arranged abodes beside the Temple, that stood proud and tall under the Moon. Its glowing orb seemed to be the building’s own reflector, the shining light nearly turning it into a flaming sensation in the dead of night. As if Veilnieve herself would have been present, so even nature dressed up for her arrival. 

Avelyn smiled to herself. 

She pulled her clothes closer in her chest when the wind found her window again. The Moon somehow seemed to lighten even the breeze’s path. 

Still, as she travelled her gaze lower, the brightness was waning with it. Under the curving rooftop of the Temple, shadows lurked. They weren’t completely black, Avelyn could recognise the faint outline of the magnolia trees dancing at the centre of the main garden. For a moment, she seemed to forget about the dread in her bones, as her infinite companion, the darkness successfully calmed her nerves. 

Until she noticed a moving shadow in the entrance of the Temple.

#Project Metalsea #Avelyn Dione #Metalsea: Side Story #The Attraction of Quiet Violence #writing community #writeblr #fantasy #draft zero #not even glimpsed at it since i jotted these down #so bear with the errors please #spotify wrapped

[cdizzleswizzleformepls]

can you please please write a lazy morning smut w cal where he’s tired and needy and it’s cute 😭😭

I shall give this a good ol' try!!!

SLOPPY KISSES Warnings: smut(duh lol!), oral(m receiving), begging, unprotected sex, swearing Word Count: 1,099 Summary: You and Cal finally have a day off together. Away from work, stress, and most importantly, THE BOYS. You haven't had sex in weeks and Cal's a liiiiitle desperate.

All night, you had been tossing and turning waiting for Calum to come home. He had texted you a few hours ago, telling you that he was coming home late, again. The album was almost done and he had been staying in the studio late with the boys. You looked at the time on your phone and saw that it said 1:30AM. You finally gave up and decided to let your mind drift off to sleep.

You felt a weight on Calum's side of the bed, so you turned over to greet your sleepy boyfriend.

"Cal? What time is it?" You said half awake.

"5 o'clock..." You could tell that he was also half awake.

"Woah! What? Why are you coming in so late?"

"It's done. Babe, it's finally fucking done!" You shot up from your position in the bed and jumped into his arms, straddling him.

"You're joking!" He shook his head. He pulled you in tighter and kissed you with all the passion he could. You and Calum hadn't fucked in weeks because of the album and his schedule. He laid you down in front of him on the bed and started unbuttoning his pants. "Cal it's 5 in the morning and you haven't slept. Can't this wait until tomorrow? You finally have a day off!"

"No fuck that! I haven't tasted you in weeks." His words sent a chill down your spine. "Please babe. Let me fuck you. I need to feel you around my cock baby." And with that, you couldn't take it anymore. You wanted to feel him inside you. You needed to feel him touch you in the places you've been craving for what felt like forever.

"Fuck. Fine! But lay down. I think we should celebrate." You got up from the bed and pushed Calum by the chest so he was laying down. "I'm sure you've been feeling stressed and you deserve some help."

"Y/N..." He moaned and you hadn't even touched him yet. Calum needed your touch.

When suddenly, his phone rang. Aggravated, Calum groaned and looked at who the hell could be calling him at this hour. It was Luke.

"Dude!" Lukes voice rang through the phone.

"What?" Calum's tone had an edge. It was partly because he was exhausted, but also because his sweats were practically ripping at the seams with how hard he was. You wanted to tease him a bit, so you slipped your fingers into the hem of his boxers and teasingly pulled his sweats and boxers down in one motion. Calum's hard cock sprung back, hitting his stomach, precum already dripping from his tip.

"You disappeared! We wanted to get breakfast and celebrate." you heard Luke say, way too excited to be getting food this early in the morning. You looked up at Calum and he looked down at you. The sight of you inches from his throbbing cock made his eyes roll back. You took his shaft into your hand and licked the precum off, feeling him shudder under you.

"Mate, please. I'm way t-too tired to g-go out r-right now," he stuttered as you teased.

"Cal, no! C'mon! You can rest tomorrow!" Luke persisted. Calum looked at you again and you shook your head. You wrapped your fingers around him and began pumping him slowly. A quiet moan escaped his lips.

"Go fuck yourself mate" Cal said.

"No bro wai-"

"Good night, Luke" and he hung up the phone. You went back to stroking him, focusing a little too much on the part that drives him wild. "Oh my God, baby. Please! Please don't tease me anymore," he begged. You didn't want to give in too quickly, so you took his tip into your mouth, sucking and licking around his head. You felt him twitch, so you took his entire length into your mouth. "Fuck Y/N!" Cal took you by the hair and slowly thrusted into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. "Yes baby. Take it! Fuck you look so pretty around my cock." He took himself out of your mouth and sat up. "If you keep sucking me off like that, I might just cum in your mouth and I don't want that just yet."

You both strip yourselves of all your clothing and you laid down in the middle of the bed. Calum lined himself up with your dripping center and rubbed his tip on your cunt, collecting your juices. He spread your legs further and thrusted his full length into you. Giving you a second to adjust to his size because it's been a while since you've felt him inside you.

"Oh my God, Calum!" you screamed. He started moving slowly, allowing you to get used to the familiar feeling. The pain was quickly replaced with pure pleasure. "Babe, you can fuck me now. Please!"

"As you wish," he agreed. He thrusted into deeply, finding a comfortable rhythm that quickly sent you over the edge. You felt your orgasm rising and you know you wouldn't be able to last. Calum continued to thrust into you lazily. Lazily, but still hard and hitting that spot that only he could find. Calum could feel you squeeze around him and he could tell that you were close. His fingers found their way to your clit, rubbling little circles around it as you moaned in ecstasy. He continued to fuck you just like that, thrusting deeply and rubbing your clit, until his thrusts became sloppy and losing rhythm. He was about to cum too.

"Fuck Y/N! We aren't gonna last much longer," he moaned.

"That's okay," you said between moans, "Cum for me Cal! I wanna feel your cum inside me, baby." You came hard all over his cock and Calum followed shortly after. He continued to pump into you slowly, riding out your orgasm.

He laid beside you, giving you sloppy kisses along your neck and shoulder. You looked at the time and realized it was just after 6AM, the sun peaking through the dark curtains of your room. You both were utterly exhausted and full of euphoria.

"Holy shit! It's late. I think we should go to bed," you said quietly, your eyes already closed. Calum pulled you closer into his bare chest.

"Mhmm... you're gonna need your rest. We're fucking all day tomorrow." A giggle escaped your lips as Cal kissed your forehead gently. "I love you, so much Y/N"

"I love you more," you whispered. "Good night, Cal"

You shared a kiss and you both drifted off to sleep.

#calum hood smut #calum hood #calum smut #calum 5sos #calumthomashood #5 seconds of summer #5sos smut

[caramelfuzz]

Allergic J/onathan B/yers

Here is some allergic Jonathan Byers from Stranger Things for @sleptwithinthesun, who was having a hard time a while ago and wanted to see stoncy finding out Jon is allergic to cats. I had a bit of a hard time including all three of them in this and then I had to go and add a fourth person as well lol, so hopefully it’s coherent. 

The fic is in @sleptwithinthesun ‘s Chicago au where Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan live together and are dating (and Steve and Nancy both have the kink). All characters are over 18.

“Hh! Hh’NGKT!” 

Jonathan sneezes for what feels like the fiftieth time that evening. He, Steve, and Nancy are visiting Robin’s new apartment and he’s been sneezy since setting foot in it. He reaches over to pet Margot, who has been waiting patiently for him to pay attention to her again. Robin’s cat is gorgeous and Jonathan is enamored. Nancy and Steve have started talking about getting a cat of their own after seeing how much their boyfriend likes her. 

“Hh’ISSCHhh!” 

He sniffles and wipes his nose on his wrist self consciously. 

“Are you coming down with another cold, Jon?”

Jonathan’s face heats up a little at the way Nancy bites her lip when she asks the question. She and Steve love it when he’s laid up with a tickly cold. They never seem to catch it from him, which is honestly a bit annoying. 

“No, these feel di-hh-different. Not like cold sneezes at all.”

He scrubs his buzzing nose with his knuckles in an effort to stave off more sneezes. 

“Oh, but your face is getting red, baby. Do you have a fever?”

Steve makes a strangled sound and Robin gives him a look of confusion. Nancy knows what she’s doing to both of them, Steve especially. 

Jonathan leans away from her and rubs his nose more. 

“M’fine, Nance.” 

“Margot is worried about you too, look!”

Robin is almost crooning as they all watch the cat saunter closer to him, rubbing up against his arm with a purr. His shy smile fades as the omnipresent tickle in his nose suddenly spikes and he’s forced to turn away from the cat to sneeze into his elbow again. 

“Hh--hihh! Hhh’ISSCchh’uh! Hh-ESSCHuu! HH’EKSCHH!”

Steve gets to his feet and hurries to Jonathan’s side along with Nancy, pulling tissues out of his pocket. He presses them against his boyfriend’s twitching nose, a hardly perceptible shudder of excitement coursing through his body. 

“Blow, Jon. You know you won’t stop until you do.” Steve’s voice is soft and Jonathan does as he’s told. Steve and Nancy know a scary amount about his sneezing habits, so he’s inclined to trust them.  

Robin eyes the trio worriedly. 

“If you want to go lay down or something before dinner you can, Jonathan. Margot would keep you company.” 

He smiles and shakes his head, once again running his fingers through the cat’s soft fur.

“I’ll be finde, Robin, but thank you.” 

Steve frowns and presses a hand to Jonathan’s forehead. 

“You don’t feel warm, but you’re getting congested. Maybe you should actually go lay down. The food should be ready in like half an hour and we’ll come get you.”

Jonathan looks between the worried faces of his partners and sighs, coughing softly into his elbow. 

“Fide.”

The cat scampers down the hallway after him, followed closely by Steve and Nancy.

“Be right back, Robin!”

Nancy calls over her shoulder as they leave their friend sitting alone in her small living room. 

Jonathan is well versed in Steve and Nancy’s caretaking habits at this point, so he gets straight into bed and waits for Steve to tuck the blankets snugly around him, kissing his forehead. Nancy ruffles his hair and kisses his forehead as well. He smiles at their affection, but the smile fades as he has to whip to the side to sneeze more. His eyes are watery and itchy and what started as a small itch in the back of his throat has progressed into something that he can’t quite categorize. 

His partners leave the room and shut the door, prompting Margot to dash to it and meow. 

“I’b sorry Mbargot. We’ve been banished for now.” 

He croaks. She turns around and slinks back to the bed, looking up at him from the floor, tail swishing behind her. She wants to play. He reaches a hand down and starts to pet her, then he sneezes, flushing when he sees the cat puff up a little in surprise. 

“Sdff, sorry girl. Mbaybe I am sick.” 

Margot mews adorably and jumps onto the bed, sticking her face in Jonathan’s. That’s when all hell breaks loose. His nostrils are flooded with a horrible tickle and he doesn’t have time to even think about stifling before he’s launched forward with four consecutive sneezes. He barely has time to breathe in between them, and they’re louder than his normal sneezes. His partners’ ears are already fine-tuned for any sign of sneezing or sickness from him thanks to their shared preferences, but there’s no way anyone would miss this even through a door. 

“Hh? HH’KSTCH! TSCHH! Ihh’HISCHH! IKSCHHH!” 

Margot hisses and leaps off of the bed again. Soon Steve, Nancy, and Robin have barged into the small bedroom. Steve and Nancy’s hands are all over him, helping him sit up and cupping tissues to his face. 

Robin takes one look at his watery eyes and starts shooing the cat out of the room. 

“Shit, I should have noticed earlier. Jonathan, I think you’re allergic to cats.”

She says apologetically. If his eyes weren’t already filled with allergic tears, Jonathan may have gotten a little misty eyed at the words. 

“Wh-hh! TkscHhh! What?”

His voice feels wrecked from all the sneezing, and he leans heavily into Steve as his boyfriend pets his hair. 

“I think you’re allergic to Margot’s fur.”

Robin repeats sadly. Jonathan’s face falls.

“Oh, that’s sad.”

Nancy coos and cups his cheek with her hand. 

“Aw Jon, I’m so sorry baby. Maybe we can get you some antihistamines before we visit her again. I know you really like the cat.”

He nods tiredly, eyelids drooping. He feels exhausted after spending half the night sneezing. 

“I think we’ll have to take a rain check on dinner tonight, Robin.”

Steve decides as he helps Jonathan to his feet. The woman nods, following the trio to the door.

“Feel better, Jonathan. Hopefully you and Margot can hang out for shorter periods of time in the future.” 

He gives her a small smile and a wave as they trudge to their car.

Steve deposits him in the back seat of the car and Nancy slides in beside him to take over keeping him upright. She strokes his hair and he droops further against her. Nancy kisses his cheek and whispers into his ear. 

“You were really sexy tonight, Jon. Maybe we should visit Robin more often.”

#aa writes #j/onathan b/yers sneeze #jonathan sneeze #allergic jonathan #allergy fic wow I haven't written one of these in actual years

[skeletonfarmer]

I know tumblr is not the best place for relationship advice but pls lol

Also fair warning this is a long post and TW for mention of suicide

Some backstory: my boyfriend (21) and I (22) have been together for two and a half years. I struggle with severe depression and occasional psychotic symptoms (mood swings, hallucinations, irrational thoughts, etc). I was also diagnosed with cancer in January 2022. I recently had to quit my full time job due to mental and physical health reasons, so he is the only one working right now.

So for the past several months, but especially the past few weeks or so my boyfriend and I have been arguing a lot and I’m not sure what to do or if it’s healthy.

There’s always an array of things the arguments are about but usually they can be boiled down to one of us not feeling appreciated/not feeling loved/feeling like we’re being taken advantage of.

Our most recent argument started yesterday afternoon. A mutual friend of ours surprised me yesterday late morning and helped me clean our apartment almost the whole day, it was like 4-5 hours, with a break for lunch of course. Later on she had asked me if my bf and I could babysit because her fiance had gotten tickets to a baseball game and she wanted to go, but she didn’t wanna ask her mom to babysit since she had been watching her all day. I agreed but let her know that it would probably just be me.

Later when we were on the way back to her apartment my boyfriend had gotten off work and gone home. He called me and was immediately rude as I answered the phone, and he complained about how when we were cleaning/organizing, we moved some of his stuff to where he didn’t like it. He was mainly upset that we moved his (large amount) of alcohol bottles to a separate shelf rather than it taking up 1/3 of our already limited counter space. I told him that if he didn’t like where we put the stuff then he should help me clean on the weekends so he could decide where it goes himself. He got really upset and said that since he works and I don’t, it’s my job to clean and he doesn’t have to clean since he works, and that I should know it’s rude to “throw his stuff on a shelf in the corner”

Our friend hears him and when she sees him she goes off on him for awhile about how you talk to someone you love that way, and I didn’t hear much of what was said but what I did hear it sounded like he mainly put blame on me and put me down to try and justify his words and actions.

We argued about it on and off for the rest of the night but I thought by the time we went to bed we were fine.

When we woke up this morning within 30 minutes he was mad again, this time about how we don’t have enough money for groceries this week, bills, or gas for him to get to work. The way he said it made it feel like he was blaming me for not being able to work, so I felt guilty and asked my mom for $30 to help with groceries. He also somehow got a refund for our dinner we had last night, so that was $25-30 back.

After we go grocery shopping I have to go make a return at Big Lots, and when we’re walking out he insists on going into the liquor store next door. I say okay but let him know he shouldn’t get anything since we don’t really have money to pay our bills. Well after 20 minutes in there he buys a bottle of liquor, not sure what or how much but most of the stuff he was looking at was $30-45.

I get visibly upset and when he asks I tell him that it’s irresponsible for him to have an attitude with me and get mad about not having enough money for bills and food, to where I have to ask family for money, but then he goes and buys alcohol. This causes another fight and he goes off on me about how he’s “tired of me bitching at him” and that I won’t let him have fun, I have a problem with everything he does, etc.

A couple of months ago he had mentioned that I need to be more appreciative of him because not many people would have stayed with me through my cancer treatments and my psychiatric hospital stay for a suicide attempt. I haven’t brought this up to him since he said it but I think about it often.

I know I am definitely not perfect and I know I can get an attitude pretty easily sometimes, but I feel like he doesn’t give me as much credit as I deserve. My mental health makes it extremely difficult for me to regularly keep up with house chores, and I always let him know when I’m having a particularly bad day and not much will get done. At the time he says it’s okay but he always holds it over my head the next time we have a confrontation. I really do love him but I am also so tired of feeling like I’m just a maid that’s shitty at her job. I don’t know how to go about fixing this or if there is any way to even do so.