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#in one with him. but it would just be an awkward deal. i don't wanna be constantly compared to his gf he has now
queerfortress2 · 3 days
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transman reader x a very pathetic sniper and medic PLEASSEEE im tired of seeing them written as dominant alpha men
HELLO HELLO LETS SEE WHOS UP FIRST
*adjusting glasses* I LOVE THIS!! LITERALLY WITH YOU ON THIS ONE I WANNA DOMINATE SOME MEN (tf2 reference) let's get right into this before i make a fool of myself oh dear — mod medic! <3
TRANSMASC!READER X MEDIC + SNIPER (SEPERATE)
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major MAJORRR bi energy from him, i just think he wouldn't mind dating a man. problem at hand i think he's so very bad at dating in general and it being man doesn't make it worse per se, but now he's just 10x more awkward
he's seen hetero dating on TV! but how does it work with another man? he's so awkward i love him...
you WILL have to make most of the moves anyway, I don't really think he's dominant I think he's like. a loser, you feel? like a loser/pos though.
very very touch starved
like if you even hold his hand i think it would be easy to fluster him hes so pathetic
upon reaction i am one of those girlies who think he would throw his hat over his face and murmur something about being 'okay' and that you were just looking at him funny
sure mundy. sure. whatever YOU wanna believe.
other than that hes super physical while alone with you, i dont think much in public but i think if you catch him really tired in bed he would cling to you like a very lanky and large koala.
dont call him out about it he will fold
all in all? i think he desires some softer lovin. like after a harsh days work of being a mercenary i think he just NEEDS it
MEDIC
hehe. guess whos my favourite mercenary
i think hes just gay. sorry even as a woman i can acknowledge thats a man who likes men
probably offered you surgery. please deny it though. like for your own safety i genuinely think its better to just keep them
flustering? mmm. i think its a little harder, especially in a dominating manner. i always see him as a little bit of a control freak, so he would be a little .. stubborn about it
not to say its impossible! because its not impossible but its hard to do!
i'd say be.. harsher with it. sniper likes that softer love i think medic (to fluster him even in the slightest) would need something more out there
PIN HIM TO A DESK, CORNER THAT MAN, FIGH—
ahem
be brash is all im saying
i think while hes working late at night its easier, he isn't expecting anything specific and at that our he probably advises you just to sleep, its only a tad bit easier to deal with him at that our, you can be a little soft with him
he will bring his up later though
not now, no, he still wants to work, but SOON. PREPARE
i?? hope?? thats okay? I DONT EXACTLY* KNOW* WHAT LENGTH MY WRITINGS MUST BE! BUT HOPEFULLY YOU'RE SATISFIED DEAR ANON, TILL WE MEET AGAIN!!!
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kinanabinks · 16 days
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jealousy & flirtation • 4
FOUR: MR. BITTER
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After bringing your situationship with Bucky to an end, you soon meet his petty side - but surely you aren't jealous, are you?
Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x F!Reader, mature themes, jealous!reader, angst.
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Digging the spoon back into the tub, Bucky stuffs another bite of chocolate ice cream into his mouth. He's sprawled out on the couch, thick blanket covering his body while an old rom-com plays on the TV.
Meanwhile, Steve and Wanda watch from the doorway. Steve looks on with concern, while Wanda's gaze is more one of morbid curiosity. "He's been like this all week," Steve mumbles, shaking his head.
"That girl really did a number on him," Wanda says with a raised brow. "Why'd she end it, anyway?"
"No fucking idea," Steve replies. "Bucky won't tell me anything. Just that she didn't wanna see him anymore."
"You know I can hear you guys, right?" Bucky suddenly calls out from the couch, turning his head to them. "And the reason I didn't tell you anything is 'cause she didn't tell me anything."
"Huh?" Steve asks as he and Wanda walk into the room. "What do you mean?"
Bucky sinks lower into the couch with a shrug. "I don't wanna talk about it," He says lowly, keeping his eyes on his ice cream.
Wanda rests a knee on the end of the couch. "She didn't give you a reason?" She asks, tilting her head. "That's weird."
"I know," Bucky says bitterly, digging his spoon back into the tub before looking up at both of them. "I'd like to make it clear to you both that I am great in bed, before you make assumptions."
"We weren't assuming anything like that, Buck," Steve says with a soft chuckle, before that look of concern returns to his face. "I wanna talk to her-"
"Absolutely not!" Bucky exclaims. "She's gonna think I sent you to beg her to give me another chance- I'll be damned before I let her think I'm just moping around, hoping she comes back."
Sharing an awkward look, Wanda and Steve wordlessly decide amongst themselves not to point out the fact that Bucky is clearly moping around, hoping you come back.
"Alright, I won't," Steve swears, though he has no intention to keep that promise.
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Somehow, Bucky's even hotter now that you've ended things.
He's left his hair a little scruffy and he's wearing the vintage, dark brown YSL hoodie you tried to steal from him multiple times. Not only that, but he's also visibly pissed off every time you meet his eyes - no sweet smile like usual, instead a clenched jaw and seemingly unbothered, blank stare.
And it's such a turn on.
"Hello?" You're nudged harshly, pulling you from your stalker-level staring.
"Huh?" You mumble, turning your face to Thor. "Oh. Sorry."
"You need to get a grip," He tells you sternly. "It was your choice to end it, so now you have to deal with it."
"Why are you being so mean?" You ask him, grabbing the kettle bell from the ground.
"I'm mean? You broke an innocent man's heart!" He retorts. "All because he's friends with a girl."
With a scoff, you glare at him. "You don't understand, T. It wasn't that he was friends with a girl, it's about..." You find it hard to explain it out loud, especially to someone who you know wouldn't see your point.
"You didn't even have an honest conversation with him about it," Thor goes on to say with his hands on his hips. "I'm very disappointed in you."
Doing your best to ignore the pang in your chest, you begin lifting the weight, using your pain as motivation. "It's complicated. I can't just tell the guy that I don't like his best friend - that would piss him off," You say, stealing another quick glance at Bucky who's running on a treadmill on the other side of the gym.
"Yeah, he'd be understandably pissed off because that isn't a valid reason to end it," Thor says curtly.
"She was putting me down in front of him," You tell him, exasperated. "Juniper didn't like that I was seeing him. He's never had a girlfriend, and there's a reason for that. Why would I put myself in a position where I could get hurt, just for a man?"
A gorgeous, funny, sweet man. Stop it.
You and Thor continue in the free weights section while you sneak glances up at Bucky. Eventually, you see him shake Steve's hand before he leaves the gym, and you feel a slight magnetic pull as you do your best not to follow him out.
Just as you put your kettle bell away, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Assuming it's Thor, you turn around with a raised brow, but you're taken aback when you see that it's not Thor.
"Steve?" You utter, confused. "What's up?"
He pulls out an airpod from his right ear before nodding backwards. "Spot me?"
Surprised that he's asking you, you slowly nod. "Sure," You reply, giving Thor a shrug as you follow Steve over to a bench.
He grabs a barbell and lays down on the bench while you stand behind him. For his first few reps, neither of you say a word, and you assume he honestly only wanted you to spot him - but once he hits 5 reps, he speaks up.
"Bucky told me what happened between you," He says bluntly, making your guts churn. "That was pretty cold of you, Y/N."
Wanting to be anywhere but here, you squirm where you stand. "Oh," Is all you say.
"I thought you guys were going well," Steve continues. "Things seemed good between you - what changed?"
Shaking your head, you feel yourself begin to panic. "I- I don't know what to tell you, Steve," You tell him honestly.
With a huff, he slams the barbell onto the ground and stands up, facing you with a glare. "How about the truth?" He says harshly.
"Everything okay here?" Thor interjects as he appears next to you, placing his hand firmly on your shoulder as he frowns at Steve. "Can I help you, Rogers?"
There's a tension between them you've never noticed before. Looking up at the glaring blond, you gently nudge his stomach. "It's okay, T," You say.
Unsatisfied, Thor continues concentrating his cold gaze on Steve. "If you have a problem, you can take it up with me," He says sternly.
"It's nothing to do with you, Odinson," Steve hits back at him, an equally weighted look of bitterness in his eyes.
"And Bucky's love life is anything to do with you?" Thor asks with a scoff. Though he made it clear to you that he disagreed with the way you ended things with Bucky, Thor will be damned if anyone else tries to take a shot at you.
"He's my best friend," Steve reminds him.
"And Y/N is mine," Thor replies. "You don't see me interrogating Barnes, do you?"
"Because he's not in the wrong here," Steve hisses, making you wince as he takes a step closer.
Thor subtly pulls you behind him while moving even closer to Steve. "Get off your high horse, Rogers. Who was in the wrong in freshman year?"
That throws you for a loop. "What?" You utter with a frown.
Steve lets out a laugh. "Wow. You're really gonna bring that shit back up? It was fucking years ago!"
"The principal is the same," Thor snaps. "None of us are saints. How is what you did to me any different to what Y/N did to Bucky?"
What Steve did to Thor?
With an eye roll, Steve pulls out his airpod from his pocket and sticks it back into his ear. "Get over it," He grumbles while storming off.
"I will when you will!" Thor calls out after him.
Once Steve's out of sight, you stare up at Thor, lips parted in shock. "Since fucking when were you and Steve Rogers a thing?" You ask him, utterly baffled.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It was nothing. Happened before you and I became friends, wasn't a big enough deal to mention," He says casually.
"And what, he broke your heart?" You ask as the two of you make your way to the exit.
"He wishes," Thor says bitterly. "It wasn't serious. Same as you and Barnes, to be honest. We hooked up a few times, then he ghosted me."
Processing that information as you leave the gym, you shake your head. Never in a million years would you have thought Thor had history with Steve, but now that you know, it does make complete sense. You even go so far as to think they would make an awfully attractive couple.
"Stop," He growls as you cross the road back onto campus. "I know what you're thinking."
"Thor, he is super hot," You say with a laugh. "I mean, if I were you, I'd forgive the whole ghosting thing."
Maybe you only feel that way because you'd like to think Bucky would be able to forgive you.
"Shut your trap," Thor says sternly. "It's obviously clear that our friendship groups should never collide. Only ends with someone getting hurt."
As you both make your way back to the apartment, you begin to understand why Thor was so disappointed in the way you treated Bucky - it's because that's the way he was treated by Steve. Dropped like he meant nothing, made to feel worthless. As if you could feel any more guilty.
"Stop thinking about it, sweetheart," Thor says with a much softer tone, recognizing the remorse on your face. "You did what was best for you. It's not like you completely ghosted him - you at least had a conversation with him. That's more than a lot of people can say. More than Steve could say, at least."
You try to agree with him, but you can't. The memory of the pure look of heartbreak on Bucky's face when you told him you didn't wanna see him anymore is etched onto your mind. Did you do the right thing, or is Thor just trying to make you feel better? You suddenly have the awful thought that you threw away your chance to have a beautiful relationship with Bucky. Would you have made a good couple? Could you have fallen in love with him, eventually? What if he was your soulmate?
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Class has been awkward recently. For a brief period of time, it served as an arena for you and Bucky to eye-fuck each other while competing with one another for who could send the dirtiest text to make the other crack. And now, it's back to how it was before the night of the fateful party where you first slept with him - only worse, because now you're left with the memories of the tryst that was over all too soon.
Instead of shooting you coy winks and drawing dicks on your notebook whenever he walks by, Bucky's avoiding your gaze and acting as though you don't exist. It hurts, but you know you deserve it.
"This project is worth 15% of your overall grade, so please don't treat it like a free-for-all," Professor Linum says to the class. "You'll be in groups of four, and I expect the workload to be divided equally amongst you. This is about artistic and creative collaboration. Now, I gave you all a color as you walked in today. Each table has a sheet with one of those colors written on it - find the table with your assigned color and sit on it. These will be your groups."
A buzz breaks out as your classmates start making their way to their groups. You stand up and look for your color, walking to the other side of the room before you find the word Green and place your things on the table. As you do, you hear a deep voice grumble, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
Looking up, you see Bucky sitting on the opposite side of the table. Of course. Inwardly wincing, you sit down, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. Maria Hill is sitting next to Bucky and a few moments of awkward silence later, Grant Ward sits next to you.
"Everyone happy with their groups?" Professor Linum asks.
Nobody speaks up, but Bucky's lip twitches. You're half-surprised he isn't bothering to ask if he can change his group.
"Fantastic. Your task is simple," Professor Linum continues. "Pick an emotion - something complex. I don't want any happys or sads. Give me nostalgia. Bittersweet. Resignation. You have two minutes to discuss with your groups and come to a decision. No two groups can have the same emotion - the quicker you can decide on one, the higher your chances of bagging it."
The room bursts into a cacophony of conversations as everyone gets their ideas out. Though you appreciate art and love studying it, you've never been much of an artist yourself besides the odd piece here and there, so you don't really mind what your group settle on, so long as it's interesting.
"Jealousy," Maria is first to throw her suggestion out onto the table. "I mean, we are the Green group. It's only right."
"Nah, that's boring," Grant says with a face as though he's just smelt something bad. "I want something sad. Sad paintings always have the most to say."
"I disagree. I think pieces exploring sex are the most interesting," Maria counters, before giving Bucky a sly wink.
His face is blank for half a second, then he quickly breaks out into a smirk as he moves closer to her. "I'm inclined to agree," He replies in a sultry tone, one which makes your throat burn.
Is he seriously trying to make you jealous right now?
"Blue Team are the first to confirm their emotion!" Professor Linum announces suddenly. "They'll be creating art that explores the theme of jealousy."
"Aw, that sucks," Grant says, but he doesn't sound at all regretful as he leans forward with his hands clasped together. "Saudade."
The three of you look at him, equally confused looks on your faces as you silently ask him to elaborate.
"It's a Portuguese word that doesn't really have an English translation," He says, the look on his face telling you he's incredibly excited to be the one telling you this, though he's doing his best to act nonchalant. "It's a deep longing for something or someone, linked with nostalgia and melancholy. Like, a sense of emptiness, a longing for that which you've lost."
"...Right," Maria says with an unimpressed look on her face. "That sounds depressing as fuck."
Grant glares at her. "It is."
"How about resentment?" Bucky says, and you don't miss the quick glance he shoots your way.
God, he's petty.
"Time's up!" Linum calls out with a clap of his hands. "Green Team - you're the only ones who haven't yet decided. What's it gonna be?"
Grant's the first to speak up, much to Maria's dismay. "Saudade," He announces proudly, his chin up high.
Not surprised at his student's pretentious answer, Linum nods. "Fine," He approves bluntly. "Now you've all got your emotion, here comes the hard part - I want you, in your groups, to create a piece of art together which explores your chosen emotion. The medium is up to you. At the end of this semester, you'll each present your work to the class."
He continues explaining the stipulations while you sink in your seat, feeling utter dread at the thought of having to work with Bucky. It's bad enough that he hates you from afar, but speaking to him every week? This is going to be a nightmare.
"Bucky," You call him back when the class ends and everyone's filing out of the room. He almost looks as though he's about to continue walking away, but with a clenched jaw, he turns back to you.
"What?" He asks curtly, none of the usual softness or flirtation in his tone that you became used to. It's a jarring change.
You watch as a few more people leave, waiting for it to quieten down before you speak. "Are you mad at me?" You ask, doing your best to be firm but not harsh with your tone. It's a dumb question - of course he's mad at you for prematurely ending what could've been a fun relationship - but maybe you just want a reason to speak to him.
Bucky looks as though he wants to argue with you for a split second, but the emotion on his face quickly dissipates as he changes his mind. "I'm not mad," He utters coolly, a blank stare on his face.
If it was anyone else, you'd believe them, but you know better. He's punishing you for cutting him off by being distant, and you can't blame him for it. But damn if it doesn't hurt. "We can still be... civil," You go on to say, holding back a wince.
His face remains void of emotion as he replies, "Okay."
This sucks. You'd rather he yell at you - in fact, a part of you wants him to yell at you, just so he's at least putting some effort into this conversation. You want him to be angry because that would mean he cares. That would mean he still thinks about you the way you think about him, and as much as you're a terrible and selfish person for it, you want to be taking up space in his mind. As toxic as that sounds.
"Bucky," You say, bordering on whining as you take a step closer to him. "Don't be like this." Yell. Call me names. Say you hate me. Are you purposely being annoying to piss him off?
"What do you want from me?" He asks you, allowing a slight confusion to twitch at his brows. "You said it yourself: we're done."
Your chest pangs and you immediately regret ending it. If you knew it would feel like this, you never would have done it. Screw Juniper, let her try and sabotage things, it's not worth losing Bucky.
"I'm sorry," You find yourself saying, not knowing what else to say. "I didn't want to hurt you. But there's no need to flirt with other girls in front of me."
That earns another eyebrow twitch. "Flirt with other girls," He repeats flatly.
"Yes," You say, not caring how immature or downright crazy you sound. "That whole... thing with Maria. What, are you trying to make me jealous, or something?"
His brow flies up. "You're jealous?" He asks, not allowing his tone to give away how he's feeling.
"Of course not," You immediately answer. "But it's pretty obvious, what you're trying to do."
"I'm not trying to do anything," He corrects you bluntly. "Maria's a pretty girl. I'm a warm-blooded man. I'm within my rights to flirt with her."
You stare up at him, silently willing him to give up the aloof act. You don't deserve him to be nice to you, or give you any of his energy at all, but you want it so badly. You want him to understand, without you having to say it, that you didn't want to end things with him and you still want him just as much as you always have. It feels surreal to know that it's your fault the man you've been pining after for so many years isn't with you anymore. He wanted you, and you rejected him. God, you suck.
"There you are Jamie, I've been waiting for you for ages!" Juniper herself suddenly calls out as she swoops into the room. "What are you still doing in class? We agreed to meet at- oh." Her face drops when she sees you, and she stops a few tables away. Folding her arms across her chest, she narrows her eyes. "What's going on?"
"Sorry, Junie, I got held up," Bucky mutters, not even sparing you a final look as he turns and walks over to her. She shoots you a cold glare over his shoulder as if to say stay away before she links her arm with his and the two of them exit the room.
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"This sucks," Yelena complains as she looks around the bar. It's a typical Friday night at Swirl. The place is packed with students and the music isn't too loud, but Yelena isn't talking about the bar itself. She's talking about your low mood. Her eyes focus back on you as she takes a sip of her Cosmo while you rest your head on your fist, your Pornstar Martini untouched. "You really liked him, huh?" She asks with a pained look. "I don't think I've ever seen you this messed up over a guy. Not even Tony."
You let out a huff of air, no energy to try and deny it. The truth is, you're more upset than you thought possible, and you were more attached to Bucky than you initially claimed. Though your time with him was short, he was everything you look for in a partner, and you're sorely missing the gap he's left in your life - a gap you yourself carved out. Idiot.
"You don't wanna dance?" Yelena asks, though she already knows the answer. "Don't wanna maybe talk to someone else? There's plenty more fish in the sea, you know. Fish that don't have possessive best friends."
Your response is something between a grunt and a whine, and Yelena gives up with a sigh.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Thor's glaring at the man who just paid for his drink. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks Steve, who pulls his phone away from the card reader with a casual look on his face.
"What? I can't buy an old friend a drink, now?" Steve asks, resting an arm on the bar as he looks Thor up and down.
"Old friend?" Thor repeats with a scoff. "Please."
Steve places a hand on his chest with a pout on his lips. "You wound me, baby," He says, moving closer to him. "I just wanna share a drink. Nothing more. Unless you want more."
Utterly baffled by Steve's audacity, Thor only narrows his eyes.
"If you want more, I can give you more," Steve continues with a playful smirk as he moves even closer, lowering his voice as much as he can to remain audible over the music. "I can give you a lot, big guy."
"Don't call me that - what the fuck is going on with you, Rogers?" Thor spits. "What's your angle?"
"No angle!" Steve claims, holding his hands up, his eyes wide. After a second, he relaxes again, resuming with the sultry look. "Talking to you the other day... it was nice. Made me think of old times."
With a dry laugh, Thor shakes his head. "You're a fucking dick, Rogers," He utters. "Thanks for the drink, but I'd rather have it alone."
"Where's the fun in that?" Steve asks, leaning against the bar while facing Thor, a mischievous look in his eyes. "If I recall correctly, you said I was the best you ever had."
Thor snorts. "Yeah, when I was 18," He points out bluntly. "Don't fool yourself into believing I still think about you, Rogers."
"Ouch," Steve mutters as the bartender slides across Thor's beer.
Glancing over at him, Thor raises a brow. "How, uh, how's Barnes doing?" He can't help but ask, knowing what a mess you are and wondering if Bucky's the same.
Steve shrugs, hand clasped around his own beer. "Not great. Your girl really fucked him over," He says. "No warning, no reason. Must've took a leaf out of my book."
Thor takes a long sip of beer, doing his best to keep quiet but unable to stop himself. "There was a reason," He finds himself saying. "Just one that Barnes wouldn't have accepted."
"What do you mean?" Steve asks with a frown. "What was it? I know it wouldn't have been anything Bucky did."
"It wasn't," Thor confirms before sighing. "You ever wonder how Juniper really feels about him?"
Taken aback by his mention of someone who Steve didn't think had anything to do with it, he furrows his brows together. "Uh... what?"
Thor takes another sip before elaborating. "It's clear she feels strongly about him. Everyone knows that," He states.
"Oh, yeah," Steve agrees with a nod. "They're best friends. So, what?"
"So, Juniper loves her best friend a little too much to allow him to ever have a normal relationship with another girl," Thor spills out, immediately regretting his words.
Steve is baffled, his eyes wide. "Did- did she tell Y/N to end it?" He asks, shocked.
"No, not explicitly," Thor clears up. "But it was made clear that she'd make it difficult for them to progress in any way. Y/N figured it wasn't worth the heartbreak, so she quit before things got too deep."
It takes Steve a few moments to process Thor's words. Though at first, he's confused, he slowly pieces it together and things begin to make a lot of sense. "Oh, shit," He whispers to himself. "Wren. She was right..."
"What?" It's Thor's turn to be confused.
Shaking his head, Steve meets his eyes. "Nothing, never mind. So, Y/N ended things with Bucky because of Juniper's... closeness to him?" He asks.
"Pretty much," Thor says with a shrug. He's said too much now so he may as well say it all. "She doesn't mind that his best friend is a girl, heck, I'm one of her best friends so that would be hypocritical. It's just that Juniper can be pretty obvious when she doesn't like someone, and I'm sure she's a big reason that Bucky's always single."
Steve drums his fingers on the counter, shaking his head. "Wow," He mumbles. "I didn't even... wow."
"You okay?" Thor asks before having another drink of his beer.
Nodding, Steve turns to him. "Yeah, I just... it sucks that it had to end like that. I mean, Bucky was really into her, and he was so much happier," He says wistfully. "As much as Juniper probably doesn't want him to, Bucky's always wanted a proper girlfriend. He's lonely, and he's always thought it's his fault he wasn't able to develop anything with anyone he dated. He takes it really personally when things end, you know? Deep down, he's a sensitive guy. And Y/N seems like a great girl. It's a shame..."
"If only we could get Juniper away from him long enough for them to reconcile and get together," Thor says with a sigh.
"If only..." Steve trails off before his eyes light up. "I mean, we could."
Frowning, Thor puts his beer down. "We could what?"
"Get them back together," Steve says brightly. "All we have to do is make sure Juniper doesn't get the chance to come between them."
"That's a pretty big task, Rogers," Thor says. "Who's to say Bucky will even forgive Y/N?"
"He's too into her to pass up the chance of getting back with her," Steve claims. "His ego is hurt right now, but if he knew how much she likes him and that the reason she ended things was 'cause of Juniper, he'd be more than willing to give things a second chance."
"What makes you think he'd believe Juniper was the reason? I mean, haven't they been best friends since they were born?" Thor asks incredulously.
Steve nods, a determined look growing on his face. "It won't be easy, but together, you and I can make him see her true colors," He says, giving Thor a smile. "What do you say? Prepared to do what it takes to make our best friends happy again?"
Reluctant to agree to spend time with Steve, Thor hesitates. But when he looks to the other side of the room and sees you hunched over your drink looking utterly distraught, he knows he can't sit back and let you remain hurt when he has the power to change that. Turning back to Steve, he shakes his outstretched hand. "Fine. Let's do it," He agrees. "But if you think this puts you in with a chance to get back into my pants, you're dead wrong, Rogers."
With a smirk, Steve tightens his grip on his hand. "Whatever you say, big guy."
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luveline · 6 months
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Badass!reader in the verge of crying but still pretending like she isn't? Spencer doesn't even try anything and he just lets her be until eventually she cries? Just some hurt/comfort :)
If it's a no please feel free to ignore this! Have a lovely day jade <3
tysm! hope this is okay angel ♡ fem!reader, 1k
"Irresponsible, sloppy, and pig-headed." Spencer winces. "I expected more from you. I'm extremely disappointed." 
Spencer winces worse. You can take a scolding. You can take a beating. But disappointing the people you care about, and disappointing Hotch? His chest hurts for you.
He pretends to have been reading as the door to Hotch's office opens and you step out, glancing up as you take the stairs down into the bullpen. Your desk is adjacent his and Morgan's, crowded by case files you nearly send flying as you hurry into your chair. 
Spencer takes his computer mouse and clicks on the work contact page. Your instant messaging is still open, the last message he sent you glaring and awkward, hey, think hotch is going to call you in for cincinnati. don't stress. 
You'd opened it but not answered. He peeks around your monitors to analyse you. You're staring hard at a single spot. The longer he looks, the glassier your eyes become. 
He sighs and cracks his knuckles, thinking. The last thing you want is for him to make a big deal of this, he knows that, but he needs you to know that he's here for you. 
"Did you want to get dinner tonight?" he asks without raising his head. 
You respond eventually, two seconds too slowly, "Where from?"
Your voice is fraught with the weight of your upset. Spencer ignores it for now. "Luh Bem?" 
"If you want to." 
"What I want is a cup of coffee." He stands, still without staring at you —an impressive feat of self control— and begins toward the office kitchenette. Predictably, you follow him. He's already putting a second mug beside his own when you step into his reach. 
"So, did you want to go?" you ask. 
Spencer nudges your hip with his gently. "Duh. What else would I wanna do on a Friday?" He makes your coffee exactly how you like it without asking and leaves it billowing steam by his own as he adds his five sugars. 
Bringing his coffee to his lips and turns, he leans on the counter. You do as he does, murmuring a thank you as you pick up your mug. Spencer lets his arm rest on yours, ever so slightly taller, more as your back begins to slouch unconsciously. There's no point in asking you if you're okay, because you'll say that you are. There's no point in trying to comfort you, because, despite your affection for him, you're not someone who cries easily in front of others. It would have you pushing him away. 
You're a nice girl under all your hardened exterior, and Hotch's disappointment hurts. You try very, very hard not to cry, swallowing and taking little sips of your hot coffee. 
You press your coffee into his hand and turn your body toward the cabinets, away from the office. Spencer waits, and waits, his relief immeasurable as you finally hide your face in his shirt sleeve and sniffle. Even though his heart breaks for you, he's glad you're giving in. You need to let stuff out before it eats you alive. 
He puts the coffees down behind him one at a time so as not to disturb you. Hands free, he lifts the hand furthest from you to your arm. If you were somewhere more private he'd hug you to him by the small of your waist. For now, he rubs a short line down to your elbow. Up, down.
"He was being harsh," Spencer says quietly. 
"Sorry," you whisper. 
He can't imagine how mortified you are. You won't sob or even shake, but these hot and fast tears aren't unfamiliar to him. Theyll be followed by an abundance of remorse.
"What are you sorry for?" He pulls you in closer, a squeeze of a hug. "You're okay. It's okay, he's just– he's mad about other stuff, he's upset about Beth. It's not just you." 
"He's right, I messed up," you say, your breath hitching. 
"You messed up," he agrees. "It was an accident. You'll be better next time." 
You sniffle rough and lift your face, wiping your tears with a cruel hand. Spencer takes your wrist in his hand to stop you, turninh to cover you from any nosy eyes. His fingertips are as soft as his voice wiping the rest of your tears away as he laments, "Please don't cry, don't get upset." Your face is hot to the touch. "Don't be embarrassed." 
"I'm not crying," you say, a last teardrop streaking from the corner of your eye. 
He wipes it away. "Okay." 
You pout at him like you want to cry more, and Spencer wouldn't mind, he'd stand here wiping your tears for hours if you needed it, but that's your worst nightmare. 
"Are people looking at me?" 
"Nobody's looking," he answers honestly. "You're only making a scene for me." 
You laugh but quickly cough. Spencer takes his opportunity to hug you and pats your back, considers kissing the side of your head but can't make himself commit to it. 
"Do you still wanna get dinner?" you ask weakly. 
"Yeah, I do. I really do. I'll get you whatever you want." 
If it were Morgan offering, you'd step on his foot. For Spencer, your clear and evident favourite, you nod into his chest, your hand slinking low on his back. 
He hugs you so hard he feels his ribs. 
"Wanna sleepover and watch Golden Girls?" he asks, prepared for rejection. You're the type to lick your wounds alone. 
But maybe in the privacy of Spencer's apartment you'll let yourself be upset properly, so he can comfort you appropriately. It aches how badly he wants to rub the tight space between your shoulders, tell you it's fine, you're fine, and one mistake doesn't define you, it never could. 
It's evidence of your affection for him that you agree. "Could we get the dinner to go?" you ask. 
Spencer tries not to look to triumphant. He's going to coddle and comfort you half to death, and by the looks of you, you're happy to let him. "Absolutely. Whatever you want." 
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evie-sturns · 1 month
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period - 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼
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summary: you unexpectedly get your period after spending the night with chris, he does everything he can to make you feel better.
contains: mentions of blood, fluff, crying, swearing.
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chris and i have been dating for almost two months, i sleep over at his house often though, including last night.
9:46am
i'm rudely awakened by frantic tapping on my shoulder, i rub my eyes and roll over where i'm met with chris's distraught face. "hm..?" i groan out.
"y/n, are you okay" chris rambles, his vision flicks between my eyes and the matress.
"what..?" i mumble, my vision is still partially blurred from the sudden wake up.
"you're bleeding" chris says quietly, swallowing harshly.
i sit up, the matress is dotted with blood, along with the small pyjama set i wore last night.
my period has always been irregular, ever since i was about 12. i'd never know when it would come but i would just deal with it when it did.
my stomach sinks, my cheeks instantly flush from embarrassment, this is the kind of thing thats meant to happen 2 years into your relationship, not 2 months.
my eyes start to burn, im already an emotional person but now that this has just happened i don't think i can physically be okay.
"im so sorry chris." i say, my voice breaking.
chris clears his throat, i can tell he's slightly awkward about this.
the silence in the room grows, but is quickly cut short by a sob coming from me. chris's head snaps round to look at me, "oh fuck-.. no its okay!"
he gets out of bed, without a second thought he leans over the matress and picks me up in a bridal position. he speed walks to the bathroom, "look at me." chris says calmly as i cry into his shoulder, i tilt my head up and lock eyes with him. "don't cry sweetheart, it doesn't matter to me."
i nod with a sniffle, he places me down on two feet. "you wanna get in the bath?" chris says gently.
"yeah.." i say, my voice still wobbling.
i stand still with my hands by my side vulnerably. "you want me to.." chris whispers, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "if you dont mind.." i reply.
he reaches his hand out and peels my tank top off of my body, along with my shorts. he does it so nonchalantly its impressive.
chris has only seen me naked once, which was only a week or so ago after our first hookup.
he flicks the bath on, putting his finger under the stream to check the temperature before lifting me up and placing me down.
chris bends over and picks up the pyjamas, before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. i throw my head back as soon as he goes "how did this happen." i groan to myself.
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about 10 minutes has passed, the whole time i've just been trying to calm myself, crying about this isn't gonna make it any less embarrassing for me.
my head snaps to the side as i hear 2 soft knocks on the wooden door, "come in" i say with a forced smile, chris peeks his head round the corner with a sympathetic look. hes got a freshly folded pair of sweatpants and a hoodie in his arms, which he places down on the sink. "you okay?" he asks casually, sitting down on the side of the tub.
"i mean, i'm okay as i can be right now!" i smile warmly up at chris,
he reaches into his pocket and clears his throat "i found this downstairs, i think one of nick's friends left it here-..uh" chris murmmers, pulling a tampon out of his pocket.
"thank you chris, honestly i'm sorry about being a pain." i sigh, chris shakes his head "no you're good, promise."
"just gonna go make the bed, yeah?" chris sits up off the tub and walks out of the bathroom.
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after getting myself together i open the door to the bedroom, chris is sitting on the bed, laying the pillows out strategically. i feel like a kid thats just thrown up, staring at my parent who just had to bathe me and clean the sheets.
he stands up and runs over to me full force, grabbing me around my waist and picking me up, earning a high pitched squeal from me. "chris!!" i screech as he flops down on the bed with me still in his arms.
"what can i actually do to repay you." i whisper into chris's chest.
"give me some awesome head next week."
"christopher."
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teenagedirt · 8 months
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JOHNNIE SMUT PLEASE ANYTHING😕 i genuinely haven’t seen one johnnie smut on here that isn’t from 2017
Awoken
Warning: smut! Caught-ish, CHOKING!! Also, not very good smut cause I suck at writing it.
Note: I laughed while writing this, idk, sorry if it's cringy, feel free to make fun of it lmao.
Johnnie guilbert X female reader
Summery: jake gets woken up by johnnie and reader.
Your pov.
"Alright guys, its what, 3am. I'm going to bed" jake says and gets up from the couch, walking upstairs. Scuff had went to bed long ago, so now it was only me and johnnie downstairs, mindlessly watching whatever trash was on TV. We say goodnight, and for a few minutes the only noise filling the room was our breathing and the TV.
"Yknow....scuff and Jake are asleep, we could...go upstairs" johnnie suggests with a sly smirk. I laugh for a second, not knowing why. "Hey what's so funny?" He asks, his smirk forming a smile as he looks down at me.
"Nothing, but...our walls are pretty much paper thin and we share a wall with jake....that would be awkward if we woke him up don't you think?" I reply, dreading the possible situation of jake getting awoken by the activities.
"Oh well" he says and kisses me gently. "I'm not going to force you into anything u don't wanna do. However, if the situation with Jake, or even scuff, I'll deal with it" I nod with his reasoning.
"Don't get me wrong....I would love to but you know how yknow shy I can get" I say and he nods. "But..I say we go upstairs and burn that bridge when we get to it" he smiles, and takes my hand, leading me up the stairs, occasionally stopping to kiss me or my neck.
the second we both set for into his room, the door is shut,locked, and up against it. "God, I don't think you know how fucking hot you look, against my door, blushing mess" he tilts his head slightly and kisses me again. I run my hands through his hair, gripping it close to his scalp as we continue to makeout up against his door.
he pulls away, his eyes trailing all over my body, as if to imagine what's under my clothes. "is this going to be a night where all you do is tease me?" I ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"not unless you want it to be. I was just think about how fucking beautiful you are" he says and gently picks me up and puts me down on our shared bed.
"you always surprise me, you will always be so gentle and careful putting me down, then absolutely wreck me" I say with a smile as crawl onto the bed himself.
"well one of those pains is wanted, the other isn't and I will never hurt you in a way that isn't consented." he kisses me, running his hands all over my body, carefully gripping at my hips and sides.
I only hum in response, he's always had a way of pleasuring me, even if it was only kisses, even f it was only his hands trailing over my body, it radiates the love and care. my eyes trail over his body, focusing on every tattoo, eery piercing, every inch of him. he runs his hands under my shirt. "can i" he asks, no matter how many times I have told him that he doesn't have to ask, he always does.
"yes, darling, you don't have to ask" he slides my shirt off and kisses my neck, softly. looking up at me as he does so. he leaves small marks on my neck, he makes his way down to my collar bones and chest. He gently Undoes my bars and slides it off of me. he looks over my mostly bare body, admiring every curve, every insecurity I've ever had, he looks at it, as if i'm the most valuable thing in the world.
he kisses down my stomach, cupping my breasts as he does, making his way down to the waist line of my jeans. he looks up at the trail of light hickies trailing down from my chest to where is mouth rests now. he unbuttons my jeans and slides the off my legs, he comes back up and kisses me full of passion. "God your such a tease" I say my voice breathy, my skin flushed with a redish color.
"I know you fucking love it" he pulls my underwear down with his teeth. I shiver, my body not knowing another way to react.
"Please..johnnie..just fuck me" I beg, not wanting wait any longer. he laughed quietly.
"somebody's eager, but nonetheless it's my pleasure" he says and smirks down at me. he slowly thrusting into a few times before stopping so I have time to adjust. he groans as my hips press against him, "fuck" he breaths out.
"johnnie" I almost moan out. "you, you can move now" he nods and slowly thrusts, not wanting to hurt me. I lowly whimper, as he starts to speed up his thrusts.
"I never get tired of this" he says, leaning down to kiss me. he gently bites my neck, keeping up his rhythm. "fuck..." he breaths out, tilting his head back slightly.
he lifts my hips and hits a different angle. "fuck johnnie" I moan, trying to stay quiet, although it comes out louder than intended. he groans, his rhythm not faltering, he slowly gets rougher, it's usually like this, he eases into being rough, scared to hurt me.
"fuck..your my pretty girl huh" he groans out, I nod, unable to form any words due to the unfathomable pleasure he was giving me. he moves on of his hands form my hips to my throat. choking me lightly, I moan in response.
"yes. I'm your pretty girl, I'm your pretty girl " I say, my barin seems to be malfunctioning.he once again changes angles, hitting a new spot. I scream out in pleasure, forgetting about the sleeping roommates, johnnie groans, he tightens his grip on my neck, not enough to hurt me, enough to satisfy me. with one hard thrust we both finish. we ride out our high, he lays next to me, putting a piece of hair behind my ear. suddenly there is a loud knock on the door, he throws a blanket over me and hurriedly puts boxers and shorts on and opens the door, not far enough so the awoken roommate could see me.
"did u guys forget I always FaceTime tara before bed, we both heard yall fuck session, I'm gonna go vomit now" he says and walks away. i turn bright red, johnnie closes the door and turns to me laughing.
"fuck you"
"darling you just did, unless you want a round two"
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Lmk if I missed any warnings, I suck at writing smut, so I apologize.
Also the reason that he space between each paragraph got weird in the middle is cause I wrote that part on my notes app and I just copy and pasted it.
Also, if he has any boundaries against this, I don't know, and if I find outhe does I will delete this. (Random thought)
REQUESTZ OPEN!!
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lovelybrooke · 2 months
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i want to see the hotel meeting again jejdjdjdjd with lucifer too!!! but maybe this time reader is starting to understand her powers? i want to see how they’ll react!!! (yea lucifer included i love him)
I wanted to write a cute little interaction between the Hotel Gang. I've been trying to come up with some stuff for the other Overlords, but it's been a struggle. This won't go over the characters reactions to reader coming back, but I will definitely do that eventually.
masterlist
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"So you're just immortal?!" You've barely been back a full day, and Angel is already yelling at you.
After being gone for six whole months, coming back to the hotel was a big deal, more for the hotels inhabitants than for you. You thought it was only fair to explain how everything worked, or at least how you thought it worked.
So, about an hour was spent explaining everything. From when you fell out of a tree when you eight, to the day you got hit by a car and sent to Hell. It was definitely...a lot, and Angel was, of course, the first one to speak up.
"I-I mean yeah..." You mumble out. "I guess so..." It was all you could muster out, since you really didn't understand it yourself. You didn't like the silence, you couldn't tell what the others were thinking.
Charlie, who was sitting next to you, took your hand, "You should've told us sooner!" Her voice was strangely soft but also sad. It made you pull your hands away from her, feeling shy under her gaze.
"I really didn't know much about it so--"
"Well isn't this just wonderful!" You turn to see the wide smile of Alastor. "This means you get to spend more time with us!" A hand was placed on your shoulder, making you jump a bit. You could feel his piercing gaze on you, waiting for some type of response.
"...yeah, that's great..." You mumble, slowly removing his hand for your shoulder, giving him an awkward smile when his smile falters a bit and his eye twitch.
"Oh my--do you think dad knew?" Charlie asked aloud, directing her attention to her partner. "Vaggie, where's my phone?" She rushed around, searching the room in a frenzy while Vaggie watched from the sidelines.
You took a small sigh, straining yourself from rubbing your eyes. You could barely pay attention to all that was going on, so you chose to get up and move to the bar, sitting next to Angel. Husk waited no time giving you a glass of water.
"So...what happened." Angel peers over to you as he sips his drink. "You hadda die to get here--so what happened?" You look down at you drink, avoiding the question. You remain silent, but you can tell the others were focusing on you, waiting for a response.
You shook your head, "nothing much..." it was cryptic, you knew, but you were too focused with your reflection in the water. It was so clear, you could almost see every detail of yourself in the tiny glass. The glass was cold, nearly making you shiver, but your whole body was already cold.
The room was getting to quiet, your grip on the glass becoming so harsh you were fearful the glass would break. "--Look kid, you don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna...I don't mind." Angel leans down and whispers near your ear. You spare him a quick glance, his face looked sincere and for the first time it felt like you were actually seeing him.
"He's right, y'know." Husk added in. "We're not gonna make you do anything." Husk's voice was soft, and was comforting in a way you couldn't describe. Though, you could sense something deep within him, almost like he was searching within you for something.
Either way, you couldn't focus on it for long, "Yes! I found it!" Charlie announced, holding up her phone with a triumphant smile, "You just wait here--" She smiled at you as she ran off to call her dad. You wondered how long it takes for him to get here, how much time you'd get to yourself before you were bombarded by another person.
Your thoughts were interrupted yet again by the feeling of someone grabbing your arm. "Now that whole debacle is over--" It was Alastor and his ever-present, creepy smile. "--you and me are going to have a chat~" He pulls you up from his seat as gently as someone like him can, the smile never leaving his face. You're forced to move with him, looking back at Angel and Husk to see them just as confused.
"Hey! Where are ya going?" You hear Angel yell.
"That's none of your concern." Alastor replies. "But I can promise you that the little one will be delivered back to you safely."
You were far away from the bar before you could hear a response, the only sounds left being the quick beating of your heart and the clacking of Alastor's shoes. You tried your hardest not to squirm in his hold, and you tried even harder not to flinch when you felt his gaze on you.
"Don't fear little one." You heard him laugh, it mixing with the radio sounds of his voice. "I wanna know all about your time up on Earth, and after you can tell me just exactly how you got here." He suddenly stopped, causing you to nearly trip at the sudden force.
"Spare me none of the details~"
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A/n: I don't really know about this one, I kinda hate it.
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yanderefictinallove · 1 month
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Hey, if you don't mind, can I request some Hazbin Hotel Yandere Head cannons please, if you don't wanna do it, you can skip this ask 🥰
Hell yeah.
PART 2
Charlie🌈🔑
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Honestly, Charlie enjoys the pretty things in life. And you are that pretty thing.
You most likely were a sinner
Or she followed in her father's footsteps and tempted you to get you to sin. which is not her thing.
To her, you're her hope, and the only person who she does not want to leave to go to heaven as she wants you to stay with her in hell.
She is really respectful of you and your privacy, but you still have to stick to her rules, like, for instance, her forced affection. It seems innocent at first, but when you look into it, she probably very sweetly and passive aggressively threatened you.
In the bed, she is more of a "let me pleasure you" person, not because she can't feel any sexual pleasure, she just like to makes sure you are taken care of
Singing, lots of singing.
~HELLS PRINCESS~
🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑
Vaggie😇👿
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Vaggie is an angel that got left in hell. Like babe, she was used to the peace, but now she is stuck in chaos. She found her peace when she found you.
She is very protective and feels as if it's her job to be up your ass every two seconds, you can't leave without her, you can't eat without her. Let's be real. You can't PISS without her.
She is obviously a dominant bitch. She may seem unsure on the outside, but she, for real, knows what's she is doing.
When you two are in the hotel lobby, she is always looking at you. She is participating, yes, but she is still burning a hole in your head.
~The Fallen Angel~
👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇👿😇
Alastor📻🐾
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You. Spoiled. Ass. Bitch.
Alastor more than likely fell in love with you when he came to you with a deal, but you did not know that part of that deal was to be his doe.
Now, alastor ain't scared to use pure intimidation on you when he needs you to listen. He has you on a schedule for your whole day.
It corresponds with his, of course.
He chooses your clothes, diet, and almost everything else you do. Remember, he owns your soul. Don't do anything too stupid now...
I know that he is asexual and honestly, I feel as if he won't mind pleasuring you, but you and touch him and he won't touch himself, you get what you want when u do good tho.
All you have to do is ask and day please and it's all yours.
You might be his favorite plaything. Radio is life. Radio is love, but if u begging hard enough, he might get a tv.
~The Radio Demon~
🐾📻🐾📻🐾📻🐾📻🐾📻🐾📻🐾📻🐾📻🐾📻
Husk🃏🥃
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Probably the calmest out of all, he plays his gambles fair when be is with you and even teaches you how to hold your own without him.
When you two are alone, he makes you drink with him, and it would be cute if he did not FORCE you to get drunk with him.
In public, you both look like a normal couple...that's how you are supposed to play the game anyway. If you do anything that does not like to play in his favor, and by the end, he can do whatever he feels like with you.
In the bed, he surprisingly ly is softer on you, as he can be a little awkward himself and actually is always looking forward to giving u aftercare so honestly....
Yolo🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️
~The Bartender~
🥃🃏🥃🃏🥃🃏🥃🃏🥃🃏🥃🃏🥃🃏🥃🃏🥃🃏
Angel Dust💋🕷
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When you are in public, he is his usual flirty self. Making jokes and sexual remarks about your body, when you are alone it's diffrent.
You have seen him go into depressive fits of rage and see him take many drugs to ease his pain. You are one of those drugs. Holding you helps him cal down, but he still drowns in his thoughts.
When it comes to intimacy, if he had an awful day with Valentino, he takes out his stress on you, not in an abusive way, tho. If his day was great, he was more considerate of your pleasure than his. If he had to have a long shoot and take jobs from his boss all day, he refused to think about sex. It would just make him upset, and when he gets upset, he ingors you a little, just to make sure he says nothing he doesn't mean.
He forces you to go to bars with him and watch him slip away into his sins. But he tries not to be an awful person.
~The Porn Star~
🕷💋🕷💋🕷💋🕷💋🕷💋🕷💋🕷💋🕷💋🕷💋
Sir Pentious🐍🥚
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He is hella dramatic. You could run away and get caught, and he'd be like, "How could you leave me like that? You could have fallen in a puddle and drowned".
He is hella unexspirianced when it comes to sex, so he has to bottom. He is a Hella soft yandrre and just wants you to love him.
He makes his eggboi's wait on your hand and foot. He makes sure all your demands have been met.
If you are a newer sinner he is gonna want you to teach him the ways of the you people...don't
He walks around like "What's the tea sssisss"
~The Egg Lord~
🥚🐍🥚🐍🥚🐍🥚🐍🥚🐍🥚🐍🥚🐍🥚🐍🥚🐍
Lucifer🎪🍎
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YOU.SPOILD.ASS.BITCH
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IT BREAT AROUND SOMETHING YOU LIKE AND ITS YOURS
He worships the ground you walk on, and feels rainbows in your presents.
You are his antidepressant.
Hella Clingy and delulu, he sticks to your side and even bathes with you. He chooses your clothes and takes you for nights on the town.
We already know how he probably is in bed...he bacicly told us....bro stole both of Adam's bitches sooo...have fun with his godly stamina
He marries you immediately and is trying to force you to take the title of Queen of Hell, but you just keep refusing him, he won't give up tho.
You are never leaving, so just let him super glue that crown to your head.
~The King Of Hell~
🎪🍎🎪🍎🎪🍎🎪🍎🎪🍎🎪🍎🎪🍎🎪🍎🎪🍎
Ahhhhh, my first post in a while. If you are wondering why I did not do nifty, well I was not really comfortable with it, I know she's an adult, but she is just built like a kid, and I refuse, I still love her character tho.
Request: Open
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lalacliffthorne · 4 months
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christmas with the modern!batboys!roommates - as headcanons 💕
because there's way too much I wanna talk about to just put it into a meek lil drabble!!! and I actually can't wait for christmas now. 🎄
merry christmas ya filthy animals 🎀
it's about halfway through November when you decide on spending your Christmas at the flat
reason is the fact that all of your three roommates will, for once, also be staying for the holidays
usually, Rhys is forced into an awkward, stilted celebration with his father that mostly consists of tense dinners
Azriel visits his mother, and Cassian usually either stays at the flat or visits the orphanage he spent half of his childhood in to help with the kids
but this year, Rhys' father isn't in the country because of some business deal
Rhys jumps at the opportunity to avoid one awful holiday, deciding to not go with him and instead spend christmas at the flat
Azriel's mother is seeing someone new who invited her to spend the holidays in the mountains
Az really doesn't want to be third-wheeling, so he, too, decides to stay home
(you're a bit surprised he's so unbothered about his mother dating someone new
he is quite protective of her
but then again, Az is quicker than even Mor at stalking someone on the internet
and out of all of you, has probably the best intuition when it comes to people
which means the new guy seems to have passed all the first hurdles)
Cassian doesn't let it show too much bc he doesn't want them to feel bad about how things usual go
but you can tell he's beyond happy to have them there
Mor's also staying in town and will be over for Christmas Eve
you usually always go home for the holidays
but sometimes, it´s time for new traditions, right?
"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?"
Your voice rises over the sound of the movie, and with a curious look, Rhys turns it on mute before turning your way, Cassian, lounging in one of the armchairs, doing the same when you worm yourself out of Azriel's arms where you have been curled up for the past half an hour, barely paying any attention to the tv.
You can feel Azriel's eyes on the side of your face when you grin sheepishly.
"I - I think I'm gonna stay here as well for Christmas."
Cass crunches his brows in surprise. "What about your family, don't you go home usually?"
"Yeah." Rhys grins. "Won't you be missed?"
You huff at him. "They might come here for a few days during the holidays, but -" You shrug and grin at them. "I don't know, I feel like I want to stay here this year." You frown in thought. "Would be weird to just leave you all here."
Cassian starts grinning toothily, and just that would have convinced you that this is definitely the right decision. But then you turn your head and find Azriel staring at you, the golden spots in his eyes seeming to twinkle in the warm light, and your heart does a flip.
Yep. Definitely worth it.
and with that and the knowledge that all of you will be spending Christmas at the flat together - you decide on going all in.
everything starts with the flat.
it's your home, your place to be.
and it deserves to be spruced up and decked to completion
which is why it becomes first thing on your big Christmas list
because the boys usually don't spend the holidays at the flat, there aren't really any decorations in storage down in the basement
so the next Saturday, you and Rhys hit the high street and every place in town you need for the perfectly decorated flat
you get fir garlands and fairylights, together with an unholy amount of candles
in a concept store next to the café where you take a much needed break around lunchtime, you find funky glass baubles
(you make sure you take the black camera and one of the motorcycles)
in another store, you find big stars made out of thick paper for the windows, even light up ones, along with stockings and some candleholders for the big dining table in the living room
(because of course there will be a ridiculous amount of food, if the way Rhys has been buried in cookbooks for the past few days is any indication)
you even get a new set of dishware
on the market, you score some big wreaths
Rhys buys mistletoe; so much, you're wondering whether he wants to plaster the whole house
you get ribbons and wrapping paper, festive cookie cutters, trinkets and more candles
the next morning, Rhys turns up the Christmas music, and you get to decorating
because Cassian is tallest, he is tasked with anything that involves hanging things up the second he steps through the front door
fastening garlands and fairylights to the doorways, putting up the light up stars you got for the windows and the one for your room that fits its colorscheme
and hanging up the mistletoe
you wind garlands over the mantle of the fireplace, together with fairy lights and some candles
the window sills get the same treatment, while outside, Rhys fights with a long string of tangled lights to wrap around the balustrade of the balcony and the bushes
for safety reasons, the stockings are hanging underneath one of the windows and not above the fireplace
you don't want any accidents involving burning stockings
you found some pillow cases and a cozy blanket for the couches, and the coffee table is decorated with more candles and a wreath with bows you tied meticulously
you even set up the big dining table in the living room, with more garlands and candles and some of the baubles, and the new dishware
(you rarely use that table because you always eat in the kitchen, so it can stay like that until the holidays)
the bookcases get covered in fairylights and little trinkets, the mirror gets a stole of fir
you're hanging up the biggest of the wreaths with a big red bow at the front door when Azriel comes home
the corner of his mouth kicks up when he sees you, some glitter on your face, a black bow in your hair and beaming at him
and his eyes actually twinkle a little when he sees the decorated flat
Cassian is positively buzzing with happiness when he hangs up the final wreath in the kitchen window
Rhys has hung some fir garland over the table, with some baubles and ornaments dangling from it and candles sitting on the wooden tabletop
every room smells like pine and firewood and it makes your heart skip with happiness
Rhys smirks and drops his arm onto your shoulder
"not bad, darling. not bad at all."
and with that, the festive time between decorating and the actual holidays begin
and you plan to enjoy every second
one of the first days of December, all of you embark on the most important mission of all:
finding the perfect tree
there's a pop up outdoor place selling trees a little walk away from the flat
Rhys, extravagant as usual, wants to take the huge fir tree right at the entrance
you manage to convince him that even though your apartment does have very nice high ceilings, a tree the width of both Cassian and Azriel combined would be just a little over the top
Cassian votes for a slightly crooked specimen that's about two feet taller than him
("it's got character.")
in the end, Azriel is the one who finds the perfect one
"What about that one?"
Turning at the sound of Azriel's deep, calm voice, you slip past a bickering Rhys and Cassian, and Az looks down at you when you shiver happily and slide your cold hand into his pocket, curling yourself into his side.
It's gotten really freaking cold.
Squinting, you look up at the tree you're standing in front of. It's probably a foot taller than Cass, it's branches thick and close together and it's top just the tiniest bit crooked.
"Huh." You feel a smile slowly spreading over your face, turning your head without looking away from the tree. "Hey, dumb and dumber."
Azriel snorts softly.
"Who's who?" Cassian appears next to you, crunching his nose to suppress a sneeze as he offers you his elbow to hide your freezing hand in.
"If you gotta ask,", Rhys mumbles from Azriel's other side before dodging Cassian trying to kick his shin, his nearly violet eyes twinkling when he smirks.
Not you, you mouth up at Cass and earn yourself a wide grin and a wink.
"What about that one?" Azriel threads his fingers through yours in his pocket, nodding towards the tree in front of you.
Both Cassian and Rhys cock their heads to the side in unison.
"Hm." Rhys doesn't sound opposed.
"It's big, but not too big, it's got character -" You shrug and look back and forth between them. "I think it's perfect."
"Let's check." Cassian lets go of you, and you're about to look up at him with a confused frown when strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet.
You squeak and sway and feel a deep chuckle against your back. You look up to find yourself face to face with the tree top, then you get slid back to your feet.
"Yup." Cassian straightens and pats your head. "Perfect height."
You scowl up at him.
"I mean, it's not as perfect as the other one -" Rhys gets cut off by three groans and snickers.
"But it's pretty close, so -"
"Thank God,", Azriel mumbles into your ear, and you giggle.
you go home with the tree and a white amaryllis that'll hopefully be in bloom by Christmas and that you want to use as centerpiece for the dining table
Cassian carries the tree like it's not a foot taller than him and probably just as heavy
that weekend, you put it up
Rhys and you bicker about the best way to detangle the ball of fairylights
by the time you're finished and turn towards the tree, Azriel holds up the end of the neatly laid out fairylights with a deadpan look
it takes some more bickering about the perfect way of wrapping the lights around the tree until the huge fir tree is twinkling from every angle
and then little by little, you distribute all the the baubles and ornaments evenly
(Cassian is responsible for the top branches and you, begrudgingly, for all the ones at the bottom)
the whole slightly chaotic endeavour is accompanied by the sound of Christmas music, hot chocolate and the crackling fireplace
when you're almost finished, Cassian lifts you up, completely ignoring your soft squeak, and Rhys hands you the tree topper
the golden star goes right on the top, and then you're done
that evening, you all just sit and stare at the tree
it's magnificent and chaotic
really mirrors living in the flat, you think
and with the tree up, all the festive activities can truly begin
you bake gingerbread cookies, happy to huddle up in the warm kitchen as it progressively gets colder outside
you go gift shopping with Feyre and Mor, who get along like a house on fire
when Feyre drops you off at home after and helps you carry your bags upstairs, Rhys opens the door
you're pretty sure the blush in Feyre's cheeks does not stem from the cold
even as she huffs at Rhys' blatant flirting
you get dragged out for another round of gift shopping with Cassian a few days after
it ends with the two of you buying a dutch oven for Rhys and almost forgetting it on the Christmas market when you stop for mulled wine and food on the way home
since Feyre is going home for the holidays, you have a little celebration the second weekend of December
you kick the boys out of the flat for the evening
the two of you make a whole small roast, with gravy and all, dancing around the kitchen to christmas music and have dinner in the living room
the tree is lit, and the first presents have found their way under it, all wrapped up more or less craftfully
you watch classic christmas movies and eat on the couch
when the boys get back later that night, the both of you are so full and happy, Feyre actually beams at Rhys in passing
you think he might faint
after saying goodbye to Feyre at the door, you turn, and he still stands in the hall, looking a little dazed
when he glares at you like a silent "not a word", you grin and tackle him in a hug
bc
he's adorable
the day after (probably in an act of revenge on Rhys' side), the both of you engage in a gingerbread house building competition in your kitchen
there's Christmas music, hot chocolate and containers and bowls with icing and dozens and dozens of different decorations spread all over the counter while you set up camp at the kitchen table
when Cass and Azriel come back from the gym and their own Christmas shopping in the late afternoon, the kitchen is absolute chaos
and Rhys and you have switched from hot chocolate to mulled wine and are slightly tipsy
both Cass and Azriel lean into the doorframe, staring at Rhys and you as you giggle and bicker, trying to kick at each other under the table
you're a little dishevelled, wearing a pair of loose pyjama pants, fuzzy socks and a cut off t-shirt, your hair a mess and specks of icing all over your nose
Rhys looks equally unkempt for once, slightly flushed and violet eyes twinkling as he grins, icing on his dark t-shirt
when evening rolls around, you're completely exhausted
but both of your houses are standing
they are a bit wonky
but very pretty
complete with white icing, windows made from melted candy, roof tiles and cotton candy for smoke rising from the chimneys
Mor, who drops by that evening, acts as impartial judge and rules a tie
neither you nor Rhys really are too bothered by it
you're mostly proud they've not collapsed into heaps
Rhys smushes your face between his sticky hands and leaves a smacking kiss on your forehead that ends the competition before calling dibs on the first shower
and Azriel decides, when you crawl onto the couch where he's already sprawled out on the cushions and bury yourself in his chest, your body aching and feeling sticky
that even though he doesn't really care for sweets
you smelling like gingerbread and icing could make him come around to it
he doesn't say it, but when he wraps his arms around you and drags you up his body, curling around you to bury his face in your t-shirt and humming, you decide that this is definitely becoming a tradition
(even tho the next few days, you and Rhys get nauseous at just the sight of anything sweet)
the closer you get to Christmas, the more giddy you get
Azriel takes every chance he gets to crowd you under one of the many twigs of mistletoe Rhys has snuck into every possible spot in the flat and kiss you, until your heart nearly gives out and your knees are jello and you can feel his lips curve against yours
to be fair, the other two don't really hold back either
Cassian has the time of his life leaving smacking kisses on the cheeks and foreheads of whoever ends up under a sprig of mistletoe next to him
it's cause to different stages of crunched noses and huffs
from amused (Rhys) to fits of giggling (you and Mor) to grumbling (Azriel)
and Rhys likes to dramatically pretend he's about to smooch the shit out of you, sweeping you up and dipping you back and everything, causing you to break into fits of snickers and Azriel to roll his eyes
you're pretty sure to see his lips twitch tho
you go to the Christmas market a few more times
with Rhys, because he wants to try every food that's sold there and you would never pass up a chance to eat and gossip
then with all the boys and Mor, on an icy cold evening, to look at the decorations all over the shops and drink mulled cider
it's so cold you're permantely glued to Azriel's side, your fingers laced with his in his pocket, your arm wrapped around his elbow
he lets you slide into his coat as far as possible when you're waiting for the hot beverages, his chin resting on your head when you bury your face in his chest and lips pressing against your forehead when you peak up at him, nose pink from the cold
the way he's staring down at you makes your heart hop and swerve, and Azriel's lips twitch
a few days before Christmas, Mor turns up and takes you ice skating
it ends in giggles, the two of you holding onto each other and singing aloud to the Christmas music from the speakers
you get waffles and hot chocolate after and Mor drags you with her into several clothing stores because she still doesn't have an outfit for the celebrations
it's when you decide she's gonna sleep over on Christmas Eve
because the thought of her going home in the evening and then coming back on Christmas Morning is just ridiculous
and when you promise she can sleep in your bed, all by herself, Mor beams
"okay!"
(you'd be sleeping in Azriel's room anyway)
the boys don't mind
quite the opposite
Rhys actually huffs and thanks you, because he was ready to convince his cousin to stay anyway
you have Christmas movie nights, with snacks and gingerbread and hot chocolate, the tree glittering and the smell of pine making your heart skip happily
gingerbread decorating competitions
and evenings where the fire is crackling and you are curled up against Azriel on the couch, reading with his arm wrapped around your shoulder and lips absentmindedly pressing against your temple
and then the afternoon before Christmas Eve, you take advantage of having the flat all to yourself and lock yourself in your room to wrap all the presents
in the end, you're sitting on the floor, surrounded by paperscraps and bows, with sticky tape on your forehead and a small heap of presents in front of you
wrapped to the best of your abilities and carefully labelled
they go onto the growing pile of presents under the tree, and you award yourself with a bubble bath
(wrapping gifts is hard, okay?)
you got the Dutch Oven you bought for Rhys with Cassian, along with a pair of purple fuzzy socks (mostly so he stops stealing yours) and fancy pickles
the guy has weird interests
Cassian's boxing gloves have seen better days, so you and Mor got him a new pair, with his name embroidered in deep red stitching at the wrist
you also bought him a set of hair care, after he once accidentally used yours and was in awe about how soft it made his hair for a solid three days
for Mor, you found a small shop on etsy that makes custom jewellery with recycled materials
you got her a necklace with a little charm with a little deep red stone and a matching bracelet, both dainty and slim
as well as a kit for a fancy bubble bath
as for Feyre, she already got her present a few days before and now lugs it home with her
you and Mor bought her a set of fancy oil paints
you also got her two mugs
one says coffee
the other paint water
you hope it means she stops accidentally poisoning herself
as for Azriel
his gift makes your heart hop with nerves
on Christmas Eve, Mor comes over, and Rhys whips up a three course dinner
you eat in the kitchen, Mor and you occupying the couch and giggling into your wine glasses
then you move to the living room and watch Home Alone
at 11, you all suddenly feel the need to move
so you bundle up with coats and scarves and hats before piling out of the flat
outside, it's so cold, your breath rises in thick white clouds
you take a long walk around the neighbourhood, looking at the lights and decorations everywhere
some people have wrapped their trees and bushes in fairylights
some have hung stars outside that light up balconies and windows
you're actually not the only ones on a walk, there are still quite a few people out, probably with the same idea as you
you walk next to Mor, your arms linked together and awing softly at the glimpses you catch at decorated living rooms and twinkling trees
Rhys and Azriel are behind you, talking quietly between themselves
and Cassian is walking a little bit in front of you, sniffling against the cold air, ridiculously broad in his thick jacket, a hat pulled over his head and seemingly lost in thought
after a while, you let Mor fall back to the other two and catch up with him
shivering happily, you wrap your arm around his and bump your shoulder softly into his side
"you okay?"
your voice is soft, and when you look up at him, your heart does a little warm pulse
because Cassian, big, vibrant, boisterous Cassian is completely quiet and calm
he looks at the houses with the lights and the twinkling trees in the living rooms, and one corner of his lips tips up gently
"yeah."
as you're staring up at him, something's suddenly swelling in your chest, making it hard to breathe
bc for one second, the only thing you see is a very little Cassian, alone in an orphanage on Christmas
you really try not to allow the sudden pressure behind your eyes to surface
but then Cassian looks down at you and gently bumps his elbow into your side, grinning softly
"got my family."
and that pressure spills over and with it the tears as your chin wobbles and your chest aches
"duh", you press out, voice weak and trembling, and Cassian smiles, bigger and crooked
you realise what that look on his face is when he tucks you into his side and lets you bury your face in his jacket until the tears have died
complete peace.
"Hey."
The quiet, deep voice travels through you, and you shift, grumbling quietly.
There's a soft breathed smile, then warm, rough fingers brush over your cheek, and lips press against your forehead. You can feel them move when the familiar deep voice, rough with sleep, vibrates through you and causes shivers to run over your spine.
"C'mon baby, wake up."
Your head does a little skip, and the warm haze of sleep slowly slips away. You exhale slowly, then you open your heavy eyes, and something in your chest rises in a soft flutter.
Azriel's face is only an inch away, all sharp cheekbones and soft lips and tired eyes, and something in your chest dips over at the sight of his warm amber iris dragging over your face.
"Hi,", you mumble, voice thick and raspy with sleep, and the corner of Azriel's lips tips upwards, causing your heart to rise.
With a quiet sound, you shift closer, your arms sliding over his bare shoulders as his dip and wrap around your waist, pulling you into his body until one of your legs drapes over his hip and you're completely pressed together. There's something shifting at the back of your head, keeping you from just burying your face in the warm crook of his neck and going back to sleep; something he said -
Your heart misses a beat, your eyes dart up as suddenly, a flutter builds in your chest, and Azriel's lips curve, up and up until his cheek creases.
"There it is." His voice, deep and low, husky with sleep and vibrating with a hint of amusement, sends your heart tumbling as his gaze drags over your face. Then he blinks, and something softens in his eyes, a slow twinkle growing in his iris as his gaze drags over your face. One corner of his lips curves upwards.
"Merry Christmas,", he mumbles, low, deep, and steady.
If your heart hasn't stopped before, it definitely does now, and you need a couple of second until it works again. Then a smile spreads over your face, slow but growing until it is ridiculously wide.
"Merry Christmas,", you whisper back, breath hitching and voice thick with sleep and something pulsing and swelling under your ribs.
The twinkle in Azriel's eyes grows; your breath hitches when he dips his head, and something tipping over in your chest when he presses his lips onto yours, warm and slow and unhurried.
He only pulls back once he coaxes a soft sound breaking from your throat. Your heart is thrumming and one corner of his lips has curved lazily as he stares at you, a few strands of hair curving over his forehead, the rest so tousled, you just can't resist burying your fingers in it as warmth spreads through your body and your hearts start fluttering as giddiness starts spreading through your chest.
Slipping your arm tighter around Azriel's neck, you pull him down to kiss him again, deeper and firmer and causing your breath to shudder and Azriel to groan softly. His hand slips under your hoodie, palm slowly roaming up your back with the softest pressure, pushing your closer.
When you pull back, breathing shakily, warmth rushing through you and gather in your cheeks, Azriel nudges his nose against yours, a soft rumble building in his chest.
"Sleeping in on Christmas morning, so rebellious,", he mumbles, and you lightly kick his shin, causing a tired smirk to spread over his face that makes your heart topple and still.
Oh.
Azriel is about to pull you back in and roll you over when suddenly, the door bursts open.
You jump, Azriel huffs and rolls his eyes, and when you crane your neck to look over your shoulder, Cassian is standing in the doorway, only wearing a pair of checkered pyjama pants, hair pulled back haphazardly and grinning wildly.
"Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals. Get your asses out here." He winks. "It's present time."
knowing that he is not going to let up, you grumble and dig yourself out of your blankets
your heart starts hopping as you pull on some pyjama pants and fuzzy socks
Cassian hugs you so tightly, you can't help but fall into a fit of giggles when he lifts you off your feet with a dramatic groan
squeezing you for a solid few seconds in which you squeeze him back with all your might, he lets you slide back to the floor and presses a kiss onto your cheek before letting you pass
Rhys and Mor are already in the living room
the giddy feeling in your chest grows when you sink into Rhys who's sitting on the back of the couch, squeezing his middle tightly and feeling him hug you to his chest, pressing a kiss onto your hair before he straightens and pats your bum
you press a sloppy kiss onto his cheek in revenge that makes his nose crinkle and a snort break from his throat, then you drop down next to Mor on the carpet
you feel like your heart is expanding to impossible sizes when she wraps you up in a ribcrushing hug and leaves kisses all over your face until you giggle
Cass and Azriel come into the living room, and Rhys hugs Azriel so tightly he huffs, but you can see the muscles in his arms straining when he hugs him back
Mor beams up at Az, and Az sinks onto the floor behind you, squeezing her shoulder before he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck
and you feel like you might burst
you open your presents, with the tree glittering and the fire crackling
Rhys fangirls over his pot and the pickles, Mor gets teary eyed over the jewellery and leaves more smacking kisses all over your face
Cassian actually looks like he might be speechless when he unpacks the boxing gloves
he wraps you and Mor up in a hug so tight, you're completely smushed together
you even get a selfie from Feyre with her mugs and a deadpan look that makes you giggle for a solid minute
it's Azriel you're really watching though, as he unwraps the last gift with his name on it
you see him still for a second before he pulls out a very old camera
you feel something twitch nervously in your chest
"I - found it at an antique store. I remember you showed me a similiar one and that you said how difficult it is to find one like it today." you grin lopsidedly. "I got it repaired, it's working again."
Azriel blinks
then he raises his head, and you're pretty sure your heart just stops
because the way he is staring at you is flaring and deep and heated and burning with something that causes your breath to stop
his throat works, and he carefully slides the camera back into its case and places it on the floor
then he reaches out and drags you over the floor until you're trapped between his legs
your heart gets stuck in your throat when his arm slides around your waist
your breath falters when his hand comes up to cradle your face
and the world stills when he pulls you forward and kisses you like it's the first and last time and there's no one else in the room but you
and he doesn't need to say it
you can feel it all in the way his breath shudders when he exhales and somehow pulls you even closer, until you're flush against his chest and your arms wind around his shoulders and he kisses you harder
only Rhys clearing his throat makes you remember you're in fact not alone
something dips over in your chest, and you can feel heat wash over you when you somehow manage to break the kiss, breathing harshly as your fingers dig into Azriel's hair
you pull back a little and look at him, just to really be sure, and your heart tightens at the way he's looking at you
kinda like you're beginning and ending and everything in between
something swells in your chest, begins rising, and you can't help it
you beam at him, your heart thrumming against your ribs, and Azriel drinks it in like he's dying of thirst
you somehow manage to turn in Azriel's arms, curling into him as you stare at your friends that bicker and laugh, and your heart swells when Azriel buries his nose in your hair and holds you like he's not planning on ever letting go
after unwrapping, you have a big, fancy breakfast in the kitchen, with waffles and pancakes and eggs and bacon
you sit curled up in one corner of the couch, with Azriel behind you, chest in your back and arm wrapped around your waist
you spend the day all together
watching Christmas movies, playing boardgames
Rhys drives you all into bankruptcy at Monopoly, twice, and you beat Cassian at trivia (again)
when it gets dark in the afternoon, Rhys disappears into the kitchen, and Mor drags the rest of you to a classical Christmas concert in a church nearby
you all sit together, Azriel and Cassian flanking you and Mor, Azriel's fingers linked with yours
when you inevitably get teary eyed towards the ending, Mor squeezes your other hand and sniffles
when you get back to the flat, you're met with scents more delicious than anything you have ever smelt before
your stomach grumbles, Cassian groans, and Rhys appears in the doorway to the kitchen and grins
"to the table, please"
to say he went all in would be too little
he supplies you with a whole seven course dinner
soups, salads, a whole freaking goose, and two kinds of dessert that make your mouth water even though you already feel like you won't be eating anything until next Christmas
the whole living room is lit
the tree is twinkling, the candles are flickering and the fireplace crackling
Cassian's rambunctious laughter mixes with Mor's ringing giggles and Rhys' deep laughs, and Azriel sits next to you and grins, his arm draped over the back of your chair that he has pulled so close you can feel the side of his body pressing against yours
and you think that maybe, making new traditions was the best idea you ever had
it's really only topped by your decision to move into this flat.
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half-oz-eddie · 11 days
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After Max snuck off one day, Steve brings her home right before Neil and Susan return.
Billy gives her and Steve shit about it on the porch, freezing up when Neil's car pulls into the driveway.
He notices the way Neil's normally hard and intimidating stare softens upon seeing Harrington in front of their house.
He greets him, shakes his hand, makes polite small talk with him and invites him in for dinner.
Steve glances over at Billy, noticing how he rolled his eyes and he politely declines.
"I really shouldn't—"
"I insist." Neil goads him, gently pushing him inside and leading him to the table. "Susan's cooking is divine."
Billy groaned. Of course, Steve was the golden boy everyone adored, even his own father. What was so perfect about him anyway?
Billy is imagining he can shoot lasers from his eyes at Steve, and Steve can feel the intention coming from Billy's glares.
He plans to leave early, but Neil offers him dessert, offers him a beer, asks if he wants to stay and watch the game.
Why the fuck's this guy being so nice to Steve?
Because the Harrington name holds so much prestige in Hawkins? Because it can help him get a promotion? What? What the fuck is it? It can't just be because of Steve.
Billy notices that Steve feels really awkward, but he's always been taught to be polite, so he does what any golden boy would do. He stays, he accepts Neil's kindness, he answers questions when asked.
Of course, Neil brings up Mr. Harrington, asking about his company and how it's doing.
His question seems really motivated and Billy's pissed off to the point of no return. He stands, politely excusing himself to his room.
"Don't you wanna watch the game, son?"
Son...?
Who in god's name was he talking to? Not me, Billy assumed.
Why was his voice so soft and his eyes so warm? That wasn't Neil. That wasn't Sir. Billy was afraid of this version of Neil and that warm smile that showed the crow's feet beside his beady, lying eyes.
Billy slowly sat back down next to Steve.
"Billy used to love baseball."
No I didn't.
"He lost interest. He's much better at basketball. Aren't you boys on the same team?"
"Yes, sir, we are." Steve nodded. "He's really good."
Neil laughed. "That's my boy."
What?! Am I in an alternate universe?
When the fever dream of a night ended, Neil told Billy to walk Steve to his car.
"Uh...See you at school?" Steve said uncertainly.
"Yeah." He watched Steve get into his car and walked back into his house.
Neil's warm, fake smile was gone, along with that soft welcoming voice.
It was all a facade, just as he'd assumed.
Neil ordered him to do the dishes, including Steve's. Nothing disgusted him more than cleaning up after Steve.
To make matters worse, this became a constant. Neil was letting Max's nerdy friends come over and Steve would pick them up, then circle back for dinner or a beer with Neil.
Neil would insist on including Billy, bragging about how strong, or how bright Billy was, bringing up the days in California, the very few good ones.
It pissed Billy off, but the nights Steve would come over, there was no shouting, no beatings and Neil was...nice.
Billy started passing notes to Steve at school, inviting him over, especially on Sundays so he didn't have to deal with Neil's bullshit on his day off.
At first, Steve would keep Neil out of Billy's hair, but then, Steve stopped by Billy's room to ask him why he always invited him over if he didn't wanna hang out.
"I thought maybe Neil'd like hanging out with you."
"So you invited me over to keep your dad company? Why don't you just hang out with him?"
"Because we don't get along. He's...he's not always like that." Billy quietly mumbled, hoping Neil didn't suddenly develop super hearing.
"Oh." Steve slowly shut the door. "So that's why you keep inviting me over?"
Billy shrugged.
"Well, Max told Dustin, and Dustin told me that your dad beats the hell out of you, that true?"
Billy's body tightened up and he went dead silent. "The fuck do you care?" He snapped.
"It's not cool." Steve sat on the floor across from Billy. "I don't wanna come here and keep hanging out with your dad. I kinda thought we were hanging out. That's why I would stay."
"You...wanted to hang out with me?" He skeptically narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah. I've been hoping we could get along for a change. I didn't know you were just using me to keep your dad out of your hair."
"I—I didn't think you'd wanna hang out with me. I thought you liked hanging out with Neil."
Steve laughed. "I don't hang out with old people."
"Yeah, you hang out with little kids instead."
"Shut up, I'm their babysitter. Those little shits are always getting into some kind of trouble."
"Whatever. So...d'you wanna like...hang...now?"
Steve nodded without hesitation. "Yeah. That's why I come here in the first place."
"You like Metallica?"
"No."
"Mötley Crüe?"
"Not really."
"Surfing?"
"Eh. Not really any beaches around."
Billy scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "The hell do you like?"
Steve pointed to a deck of cards on Billy's dresser. "Know how to play War?"
"Vaguely." Billy shrugged before grabbing the deck and handing it to Steve.
They played a few rounds of cards before they were laughing and shit-talking into the late hours of the night.
Neil didn't disturb them at all.
Dedicating this to @mangywayway since you're always being so kind when I'm feeling down. Tysm ❤️
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mxqdii · 7 months
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angst to fluff matt sturniolo but he's stubborn about talking it out with reader so it lasts long to the point where reader gets frustrated yk? maybe this is too specific 😭 also if u do this, do it however!!
did you mean it? - m.s
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pairings: matt sturniolo x reader
summary: matt accidentally says "i love you" and just pretends it never happened, leaving the reader sad and conflicted.
warning(s): angst, confession, crying? (idk help 😭)
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"this is why i fell in love with you" he says and i freeze
he loves me?
i look at him, blank expression on my face
(which is definitely not how my mind is reacting)
his face turns bright red
"you-" i start but get interrupted
"i didn't mean it like that" he says and i feel my heart drop
"oh, okay.." i say, almost in a whisper
my heart just shattered into a million pieces. matt, my boyfriend, the love of my life, doesn’t mean it like that.
we continue making dinner, the awkward silence filling the room.
suddenly nick and chris come downstairs, and for some reason i'm actually thankful for it.
they start talking to us but my mind is elsewhere, maybe it's my fault. i mean, i didn't say it back fast enough which could've caused matt to second guess, or he just didn't mean it, or-
"y/n you there?" nick says and i snap out of my thoughts
"yeah! yeah im here.." i say with a dry tone and a short smile
i'm too upset to be cheerful right now.
we finish making dinner and finish eating, which is when me and matt decide to watch a movie.
throughout the film, i noticed how matt started acting like nothing happend
i hate it.
i feel like we should at least talk about it, or like.. mention it again?
maybe it wasn't that big of a deal
maybe i should let it go
or maybe, matt is being stubborn.
"matt" i say, abruptly
"yes love?" he says and i feel shivers go down my spine
do i really wanna ruin this? now?
i just am so in my head i cannot leave things like that.
"i- uh.." my words get caught in my throat and i feel like i can't get out what i wanna say
maybe it's for the better.
"i'm gonna go, home- yeah." i say
"oh, okay." he answered
i quickly grab my keys and jacket, saying bye to nick and chris, then giving matt a quick hug and immediately leaving.
fuck fuck fuck, what do i even do.
i get home and feel a sense of lonliness, emptiness fill me.
i can't help but burst into tears
i messed up
i don't know why my mind immediately went to it being my fault, i guess that's just my instinct, matt was actually the one who noticed i always assumed things were my fault, so he would always reassure me thing's weren't.
after that whole situation earlier though, things are different this time.
the thought of matt makes me cry harder.
minutes pass, then hours, and suddenly its been a day.
it's currently 10pm, the last time i heard from matt was yesterday, when i left his house actually..
i've been crying all day just watching TV
i am a mess.
suddenly i get a knock on the door
i wipe my tears, running to the bathroom to make sure my nose and eyes arent red anymore (which thankfully arent)
i look fine, i look like i've been fine.
perfect.
i run back to the door, quickly opening it, knowing i've kept whoever waiting long enough
matt.
i go speechless, like, i literally don't have the words, and even if i did, i'm not sure what i'd say.
"you're a mess" he says, breaking the silence
"i'm not a mess" i exclaim and he looks down with a laugh
"i can tell you've been crying" he adds on, confirming his 'i'm a mess' comment.
fuck, this boy knows me too well.
i open the door wider, gesturing him to come in.
"so.. why are you here.." i ask and he turns around to face me
"because i'm stubborn and you're frustrated." he replies, causing me to look at him in confusion
"i've never lied to you, until last night. i do love you y/n, i should've said it but i just- i couldn't. and then i got scared and tried to ignore it, causing me to be distant. but every second we didn't talk i was thinking about it- i was thinking about you."
all this information is too much for my slow brain to process
"so you- you meant it? you love me?" i repeat and he steps closer to me
"yes y/n, i love you" he states and i smile
he puts his hands on my waist and kisses me
we pull away, still inches away from eachother
"i love you too matt."
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@strniolo @stargirlv0id @annaisabookworm
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angelltheninth · 7 months
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Arcane Characters Sleepwalking
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Jayce, Viktor, Mel x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, sleepwalking, domestic fluff, cuddles, sleep taking, kissing
A/N: Season 2 in Winter 2024! Probably!
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Jinx used to sleepwalk a whole lot more before you got into a relationship. Now she has someone to hold her and someone who she can hold. It's much better then an empty bed.
When she does sleepwalk it never lasts long. You're alerted by the sounds of metal and sparks flying that she's up. It's a miracle how she didn't manage to lose a finger or worse yet but her muscle memory is just that good. Good thing too because you might end up with some third degree burns otherwise but she always turns to you with a big smile, awake or not.
"Are you awake too? Fun! Let's work on this project together, sugar. Who cares that it's late! The best ideas come to you when it's late. Wake up? I am awake. Ouch! What the fu- sugar? What are you doing out of bed? Was I sleep walking again? Sheesh, thought I was over that one!"
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Vi never sleepwalked before she met you. Suppose she wasn't safe enough for her brain to afford such a thing. She had to be on full alert and with her guard up at all times.
Not used to stuff like that she was actually a bit spooked when you woke her up and she was standing in the middle of the living room. She can't remember getting out of bed at all, or having any dream that would pull her out of bed for that matter. Good thing she has you or else she might have mindlessly walked around until morning. Would her body even get rest that way? Probably not.
"Uh... where am I sweet stuff? I was sleepwalking. Well that's a first for me. As far as I know I never used to do that and if I did I would have dead by now. Unless sleepfighting is also a thing. Good thing neither of us had to find out. You'll have to hold onto me extra tight from now on."
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Caitlyn sleepwalked a lot when she was a kid. It was a habit she was sure she left behind even before she started going to the Academy. Very odd that it would happen again now.
Even weirder is every time you find her she's acting like she's in a shooting renege, except she's not really holding anything. Thankfully she's not. You gave her a real scare when you stepped in front of her like that, but it was also just what she needed to wake up. Well this a little awkward, standing around in her nightgown, pretending to shoot a target. She's all to happy to forget this and go back to bed.
"This is so embarrassing. Darling I can see that you're highly amused by this but please do promise me you won't say anything. I've had a hard time convincing everyone to take me seriously, this would ruin everything. Would a kiss help sweeten the deal?"
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Ekko has been seen sleepwalking plenty of times already and at this point no one questions it anymore. He's always pretty loud when he does sleepwalk so it's easy to find him.
Mostly he's making noise by knocking over all the gadgets in his workshop, so he's never that far away from you. One kiss is enough to wake him right up but not always enough to get him to go back to bed if he's close to finishing what he's started in his sleep. No wonder his light is often seen being on after early hours of the morning. It's better in your company though.
"Sleepwalking, sleepworking, it's all the same Firefly. I don't have that much to do anyway. I don't know why my brain started on this though, there's a lot I still needed to stabilize here. Wanna be my brain battery? Hug me for a while, that always helps me out."
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Silco doesn't leave the room when he's sleepwalking, and he doesn't do much else then pace back and forth, looking deep in thought. Too deep for someone who's supposed to be resting right now.
If you try to wake him up he will start talking about how much he loves you. It's odd seeing him be so affectionate, but then again his guard is down when he's asleep so the words flow out of him easier. It's cute in a way and you wish you could record him to show him later, he'd be so embaressed by his own words. But alas, you opt to pull him back into bed.
"You are very evil if you would use my sleepwalking against me. I'm very impressed by you, my darling. We have more in common then I thought. Or have I corrupted you? Either way thank you for letting me get some sleep. Stress seems to be manifesting in interesting ways lately."
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Sevika denies the fact that she sleepwalks, there's just no way that it's true. She can't be doing something... cute. You decide to prove it to her next time, before she has the time to get back into bed.
The next time she sleepwalks you walk right with you, right beside her as she goes about her training routine like it's morning. She's still just as dedicated but as soon as she starts doing squats you tap her on the shoulder and make her jump. Why is... oh. She really was sleepwalking wasn't she? You should be happy she didn't have her other arm, you might have gotten a broken nose.
"Don't smirk at me like that sweetheart. It ain't funny in the slightest. This is why I didn't want... you're not gonna make fun of me for this. Actually, I'm already on my knees and you seem to be right in front of my face. Can I do anything to make you forget this ever happened?"
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Viktor makes some noise when he sleepwaks because of his crutch. Lucily he doesn't do anything too crazy while he's sleepwalking. He reads his notes.
Or pretends to read while carrying the book and mumbling to himself. The mumbles make zero sense to you but they're adorable to listen to wuth that aceent of his. What's more adorable is the confused look on his face when you snap your fingers and wake him up. Oh what can he say, his brain is constantly running. He didn't get this smart without working late hours. Late nights yes, but that brain of his still needs sleep.
"It isn't that big of a deal darling. You've seen me do stranger stuff over the years. It provided you with free entertainment did it not? You make a good argument, it would be much better to wait for sunrise cuddling in bed with you."
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Jayce sleepwalks all the time. He walks to his workshop and then into the kitchen, starting to get all the ingredients to make breakfast. That solves the mystery of why the kitchen is a mess.
He's not the best of cooks even when he's awake let alone when he's asleep. He's okay, he had to learn to cook for himself and his mom but you're way better. Flour goes flying everywhere when you wake him up but he's not that worried, at least he can clean it up with company. You can also help him make some actual food as long as you're here.
"It'll be a bit cold by breakfast unless we take it really slow. Thank you for waking me up babe. I didn't make that much of a mess this time, it used to be so much worse, plus most messes I make are cleaned up by you very enthusiastically."
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Mel sleepwalks very, very rarely. She has a habit of humming to herself when she does so you're alerted to it. It's not unusual for her to get up at random points of the night otherwise.
She is an artistic soul at heart and therefore she sometimes gets ideas in her sleep. As a good artist she wants to at least write them down so she doesn't forget by morning. If she has made it to her paints then you could end up with a bit of it on your face. Her sleepwalking always gives you an excuse to lift her up and carry her to bed, so you can't scold her for it.
"Let me get this down and then we may go back to bed. It may have been inspired by you. You'll have to wait until it's finished to find out. You can't rush perfection, darling. But you can carry me back to bed. I know how much you love doing that."
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tizeline · 1 month
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When the brothers decided to go up against Draxum and accepting humans, does that mean leaving home and live in the sewers?
What do they think of splinter and dee's.... " home "?
this ask is like a month old, ignore that But I've wanted to talk about this, cuz I've gotten asks and comments and such where people assume that the Drax Bros are just gonna, like, abandon Draxum completely after realizing that they're in the wrong. I don't blame people for that assumption btw (considering it often happens in other separated aus), but while Draxum's relationship to his sons isn't necessarily perfect, they still very much love each other. They're family, the brothers wouldn't just up and leave, and Draxum would certainly not kick them out.
So like in canon, Draxum gets slurped like a capri-sun by the Dark Armour and then unceremoniously spit out. This leads to Donnie and the Drax Bros teaming up to deal with Shredder considering it's now a problem for all of them, but I'll get to figuring out the specifics of that later. After that whole thing is dealt with, the trio would run off to find their dad. He's pretty hurt after the whole Dark Armour fiasco, and then he becomes wanted by the law after the yokai authorities find out about everything. So his sons wouldn't wanna leave him in ✨his dire time of need✨or whatever. (also wait they'd probably also be put on a wanted list haha)
Leo and Draxum would have a pretty strained relationship during this time. I've made some mentions of it, but Leo figures out that The Foot is being sus and tries to convince Draxum that putting on the Armour is a Bad Idea. But when that fails, he actually goes to Donnie to team up with him so that the two of them together can try to stop Leo's dad and his brothers from completing the plan and inevitably getting fucked over. So after all of that, Draxum is salty that Leo went against his orders and teamed up with the enemy, putting their mission at risk, so he grounds Leo for like a month lol. Leo is salty because he was right and they never listen to him and then he gets grounded??
Anyway, considering Leo can just teleport and Draxum is too weak to stop him he just, like, comes and goes as he pleases haha. It's during this time that he and Donnie start hanging out for real, like, as actual friends. It's a bit awkward at first, being genuine towards each other, but it does eventually lead to Leo being invited to Donnie's home.
Also, lmao, yeah it's not exactly as big and fancy as Draxum's home, but it's still a good place to live. Donnie being a tech nerd would've figured out how to implement good airconditioning, heating and lights and stuff. It'd probably not be quite as cozy as in the show, I'm assuming Mikey was the one responsible for livening the place up with artworks and colours and stuff in canon, but it's still homey.
Over time the Hamatos and the Draxums would slowly become closer, and as Donnie and Splinter start to trust Raph, Mikey and Draxum more they would also be invited to their home. I don't think they would move in to the same place until MAYBE some time after the movie.
Actually no wait, it would be interesting if, like in the show, Shredder were to destroy Donnie's and Splinter's home in the sewer, which would lead to them moving into the same place and the Draxums, which would inevitably lead to conflict if they're still in the process of befriending each other.... >:] Oooo conflict is fun, maybe that'll effect how the movie plays out, but I'll have to figure that out later.
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jadeddangel · 1 month
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Creepypast & Marble Hornets headcannons:
Jeff the Killer:
100% sneaks into your house/ room just to wake you up randomly to spook you
If he ever took you on a date it would 100% be to the cheapest cinema in town cause my man's is broke
Your the breadwinner, you can make $2 a month and still be the breadwinner
He buys axe body spray and sags his jeans like a middle school boy and you can't convince me otherwise
Opened a nesquick Powdered milk tub with a table saw cause he couldn't get him open
Doesn't know how to undo child proof locks on meds no matter how many times you explain it to him
"No Jeff your not listening. Press down and then turn it," your voice scolded
"I'm trying! Damn you woman!!" Jeff yelled back
Yea, he never opened the jar right
Masky:
It started with you and Tim dating and then when you met masky you trying getting to know him
He ignores you at first, more focused on doing his job then dealing with his other half's lover
He's smart, he'll pick locks open jars and complete puzzles in no time flat
He doesn't make money but Tim does so indirectly he's the breadwinner
He'll start hanging out with you after getting tired of sleeping on the downstairs couch
He's not nice, like at all, he's very blunt and when it comes to any type of criticism, constructive or not, he's pointing out every miniscule flaw
Don't bother lying to him, he can see right through it and it pisses him off
It doesn't matter your gender or your sex. He's turning around when you change any form of your clothes. He's big on privacy
"Masky? C'mon masky, it's just a sweater you don't have to turn. I'm wearing a shirt underneath, " you sighed, pulling your sweater off
Masky shook his head. "I don't care sometimes you don't wear a shirt under them, and i don't wanna see your nipples," masky spoke bluntly
Yeaaaa, if you can't tell your sex life is totally (not) amazing with man
Tim:
As I said before Tim has a job, he Linda needs it to pay for his smoking habits
Speaking of smoking, he hates when you do any kind of drugs, he doesn't want you to end up like he did
He's surprising clingy behind closed doors and really likes being your little spoon
He constantly takes showers and cleans your shared home, even if no one except for you, him and masky will see it.
He has this bad habit of just buying whatever he craves, so when he goes to the store, expect the bill to be rather high
As I said before he's clingy behind closed doors but when it comes to pda the most he'll do is lock your pinkies together
"Tim, pleaseeeee I just wanna hold your hand! Just five minutes, and if you don't like it, you don't have to keep holding my hand. " You tried to bargain
Tim sighed "fine fine but you're giving me your box of cigarettes. Don't think I didn't smell them on you"
He has a sharp nose, so there's no point in trying to hide things from him
Hoodie:
Hoodie was beyond confused when he first met you, he had a whole "who what when where why?" Moment
You and brain both pay for everything so there's not really a breadwinner
Hoodie is rather quiet, it's not because he's awkward or shy, he just has nothing to say
Hoodie Hates coffee, he's more of a tea or energy drink guy
I hate to say this(no I dont), but he's a stoner, he hates all vape or smoking products except for weed
He usually sticks to weed vapes since it's less work and he can be a bit lazy when it comes to that
I mean his hygiene is ok he doesn't really shave or trim any thing but his beard but yknow he do him
Speaking of , he leaves his beard shavings all over the sink and leaves the toilet seat up
"HOODIE! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE NOW" You shouted to get the man's attention
Hoodie walked in. "What?" He said monotonely
You pointed at the sink and then the toilet "pick up your fucking mess!!"
Hoodie shook his head "Nah I'm good. Thanks for the offer, though. "
You would probably try and beat him up if he couldn't just wollop our ass
Brian:
He's such a sweet boy,it like he's made out of cotton candy
He's mostly did cleaning and cooking on top of his job but after switching back from hoodie, he's out of commission for like a week
He picks up after himself, and does his own laundry and there's never beard trimmings in the sink
He occasionally forgets to put the toilet seat down but it's rather rare
He's not too clingy but he does cuddle up sometimes
HES A FUCKING FURNACE WHEN HE SLEEPS
"Brian pleaseee get off!! It's the middle of summer! It's too hot to be cuddling" you huffed sleepily
"Shhh just let me hold you.." Brian muttered
Ticci Toby:
Your the breadwinner. Period
You think this man has a job? Hah funny
He hates when he tics especially when you are trying to have intimate moments together
You guys have to be silly during sex especially when he has a verbal tic and just yells bird
"Fuck toby right there~" you moaned out holding onto his shoulders tightly
"I'm so c-*whistles* shit sorry~" toby moaned out a bit embarrassed
"Toby it's ok it's normal~.." you muttered a bit trying to keep your voice even
Toby nodded "fuck I lov-Birds!" Toby shouted
You both looked at eachother before bursting out laughing just holding eachother close
Overall aside from Toby's horrible moodswings at times and his "work" you guys have a pretty helpful relationship
Slenderman:
No, Just no
This man is toxic asf when you guys first meet, definitely a manipulator
He tones it down after a bit but still gaslights you into getting what he wants
When he gets angry, please down run from him- he will track you down and may or may not resort to physical violence to get you to learn your lesson
If you ask about the missing children he WILL gaslight you into thinking that's he's told you before and it hurts that you forgot and won't tell you again
Sex? What sex? You think he would let you even get close enought to see that shit happen hah very funny
"Slenderman? Cmon I'm sorry you know I didn't mean to hurt you.." you muttered softly
"No. I already told you, and you forgot.. it is insensitive of you and unwise of me to tell you again, " he responded through your mind. And though he doesn't have eyes, you could only assume he was glaring
He's not healthy for you, but you've got yourself into this for life and there's only 1 way to get out
Eyeless jack:
Just like Jeff he'll sneak into your room
You literally can't get rid of him
He won't talk or anything, just stand and stares
He doesn't cuddle and he barely touches you
He definitely tried to offer you a kidney as a way of telling you he appreciates you
No hygiene whatsoever, he doesn't shave and it takes a month before you even get him to shower
He mostly just grumbles and groans to let you know he understands what your saying
He's really smart, puzzles, locks ,and riddles are no match for him
He's blunt, when he does talk it's rare, bit it's honest and unfiltered
You guys barely have sex and honestly you've probably never seen his face
"Jack, please!! I just wanna see your face, " you whined, laying yourself over his lap
"I said no, and if you keep asking, I'll eat you. Literally, " Jack retorted
Yeaaaa he meant it literally and you could tell
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strongheartneteyam · 5 months
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[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to cinetrix ]
Champagne Problems
Part 7
Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader
CW: loads of angst, sexual tension, reader apologizes to Neteyam, fluff, Neteyam yearning for reader, physical contact between Neteyam and reader, some humor in Kiri's and Neteyam's interactions, Neteyam and reader miss each other, wounded Neteyam, reader's strong romantic feelings towards Neteyam, jealous reader, Neteyam talks to reader about the na'vi spirituality, reader is slowly starting to trust Neteyam, TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of a deceased family member and reader's feelings about their absence in her life, Neteyam comforting reader. Tell me if there's more, pls.
Again writing in the am... That's one of the only periods of the day I actually have some peace and quiet, so… 🤷🏻‍♀️ what can I say? Your girl does what she can. lol hope y'all enjoy this. Comments would be very appreciated 🤍 ps: there's just so much angst in this damn fanfic that I can never write it without getting emotionally destroyed 🥲 send help
Slightly proofread. There might be some mistakes along the way. I can't do more than that now bc it's past 5 am, I still didn't get any sleep and I'm dying 💀💩 love y'all ❤ bye I'm gonna try to sleep now
Part 6: I tried to hide but I still believe
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So many questions but I don't ask why
Maybe someday but not tonight
Hush hush, now
Don't you ever say a word of what you ever thought you heard
Don't you ever tell a soul but you know
I tried to hide but I still believe that we were always meant to be
And I can never let you go
No
Hush Hush (Avril Lavigne)
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You weren't quite sure what to do now. Your heart was pounding as nervousness covered you and there was an ache, a burn inside your chest.
You decided to close your eyes again and pretend to be asleep. You didn't know if Neteyam had noticed you there or not but you were praying he hadn't.
"Brother? Why are you back early?" Kiri questioned as she held a wooden green bead between her index finger and her thumb. All Kiri could think about was "Oh, Great Mother, this is gonna get really awkward really soon."
"Hi to you too!" Neteyam joked and Kiri rolled her eyes at him "I got bitten by an animal. No big deal, though." He tried to calm his sister down when he noticed the concern in her features "But as it was in my arm, I couldn't really go hunting with my friends for at least two days because it's swollen, so… I'm back early. There's no fun in being there for longer if I can't join the hunting competitions with the boys." Neteyam laughed it off but the bite was still hurting in a pungent way that bothered him a lot.
Kiri laughed "Yeah, I see. And I bet grandma was healing you with those herbs that make the wounds burn even more that you hate so much and you couldn't wait to get on your Ikran and fly back here, right?"
Neteyam frowned but he was chuckling too.
"Yeah, you got me." He scratched his head. It was a habit of his. "By the way, can you help me out with the bite, sister?" He asked
Kiri sighed in disappointment "Why didn't you send for Ronal? I'm kinda busy here." She signaled with her head towards her hands that were holding her necklace
"I don't wanna disturb her sleep. She might try to drown me." Both siblings started to laugh "Plus, you're a great healer." Neteyam defended himself and stroked his younger sister's ego
Kiri let out a grunt.
"Ok, then. Sit down and I'll help you."
"Thanks, teylu." He teased
Calling each other "teylu" was Neteyam's and Kiri's favorite way to insult one another. You know, it's a sibling's thing.
"You're the teylu here!" Kiri snapped back but in a playful way "Bothering me in the middle of the eclipse… did you know I have guests? Be quiet, they're asleep." Kiri said in a hushed, low tone as she gathered the medicinal plants she kept in her marui and the water she needed to mush together to make a healing substance and apply on Neteyam's wound
"Who are you talking about?" He chuckled "Is Tsireya and some other friend of yours spending the night here?"
As soon as Neteyam heard your name come out of Kiri's lips, his mouth got dry and he felt his heart skip a beat. Neteyam gritted his teeth, his jaw tensing up. He couldn't believe you were there. He couldn't believe he was gonna see your face again. Neteyam had started to wonder if maybe you had found a way to not come back to his tribe because of your job ever again after your team started to show up there without you multiple times. He didn't know if he should be sad or happy that you were there in his sister's home. To tell the truth, there was a mix of both emotions moving in an agonizing little dance inside his chest. He missed you like crazy and he had been dying to see you again but he knew that as soon as he looked at you again and saw your small frame and smelled your unique scent, he would find it utterly hard to resist taking you in his arms and kissing you. Yes, Neteyam was still hurting a whole lot and he was still a bit angry at you, but, Eywa… he felt like a piece of him was missing ever since you left. The yearning to feel you against his body again was bigger than the wound in his ego. So, Neteyam had to make a big effort to keep himself together and not run to the tiny but hugely beautiful girl he now recognized as being you, sleeping in one of the mats on the floor of his sister's marui. 
Neteyam had no idea you were actually awake and listening to the conversation he had been having for some minutes now with Kiri.
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Kiri had now taken care of Neteyam's wound. It was on his biceps.
"Damn, it must have hurt a lot… Poor him…" You thought.
You breathed in deeply and breathed out, trying to gather courage to do the next thing. You got up from your mat, your legs carefully avoiding Adeline and Kate, as their bodies were lying right next to where you were lying before. 
You walked towards where Neteyam and Kiri were. She was finishing putting away the healing materials in a straw basket while squatting. 
"Hi." You sheepishly greeted Neteyam "Can I talk to you for a sec?"
His feline yellow eyes lingered on you for a second, like he was trying to find a way to respond, but it was difficult to do so.
"Sure." It was all he could say
Kiri gazed rapidly at the both of you "I'm gonna give you guys some privacy." She could feel what you guys were gonna talk about. 
All of you were keeping your voices down so your conversation wouldn't wake the girls up.
Kiri quickly got out of her marui, leaving you and Neteyam "alone" (Technically, Kate and Adeline were there too, even if they were asleep, nothing could guarantee that they wouldn't wake up).
You sat down next to him on the floor, feeling awkward and guilty.
"I'm sorry I was rude to you that morning after the party. I didn't mean to be. I didn't mean to… I don't know, to be so blunt, to be so… cruel when turning you down. I really am sorry. I understand if you're mad at me. I deserve it." 
"I wasn't mad, I was… hurt." Neteyam admitted 
"You were a little mad." You insist with an awkward smile
"Yeah, my pride was hurt. As I said, at the end of the day, it wasn't anger, it was pain." There really was pain in his face, even now
Damn, now you felt even worse…
"But we can just forget about it. It's in the past now. I accept your apology." Neteyam smiled to hide the part of him that was still screaming at him to ask you once again to be his mate. Maybe this time you'd say "yes"... Damn, who was he kidding? He knew it was just stupid wishful thinking.
"Thanks for being so nice to me even after I was such a jerk to you… You didn't have to forgive me, you know." You gave him a sad smile
"Of course I have to. You deserve it. You deserve so much more." He smiled back, sheepishly 
You sighed internally. Why did he have to always be so nice? That only made your heart hurt more and more for rejecting him that morning after the beach party. But it was for the best. It's better if you and Neteyam share nothing but a friendship. You would never wish to taint him with all the turmoil of negative emotions and traumas you carry around wherever you go.
"So… Can we… be friends?" You asked, fearing the answer that was coming
"Of course, tawtute." Neteyam confirmed as he smiled kindly at you "I'd love to have you as my friend."
A few seconds of some awkward silence later, you tried breaking the ice.
"So… I saw you talking to Munì. How's she doing?" The words left your lips before you realized it, leaving a sour taste in your mouth.
Way to go, (y/n)! Worst possible way ever to break the ice!
Neteyam's hairless eyebrows frowned. 
"I don't know. I haven't talked to her since that morning."
"Really?" There was way more anger slipping out of you than you had anticipated. "I saw the way you two were smiling at each other. You really did not talk to her after that morning?" Why were you questioning him like that? Jesus…
God, you didn't even have the right to be angry! Neteyam wasn't your boyfriend or anything like that. But still, jealousy was eating your insides.
Neteyam laughed at the question, realizing you seemed jealous and bitter about it. But it seemed too good to be true. Did he really still have a chance to win your heart? Eywa knows he would never give up on trying to get you if he knew he had even the slightest of chances with you.
"Tawtute, I was just talking to her. You have to stop assuming things about people!" He smiled at you showing no teeth while shaking his head from side to side, showing you how silly your bad habit was "Actually, I was trying to be nice to her to not break her heart too much because yes, she was flirting with me but I wasn't interested."
You felt blood run to your cheeks.
"But you guys seemed so happy…"
"I was just being nice to her." Neteyam reinforced "I promise. Do you trust me?" He asked gently 
Unfortunately, the first instinct that came to your head was "Don't believe him. He's lying to you. You saw what you saw." but this time you were able to actually think a little more, be a little more rational and wonder "What did I actually see? Neteyam was really just talking to Munì. I didn't see him touching her or kissing her or anything. OK, she was smiling and clearly flirting with him, but that doesn't matter. Just because she was trying to charm him, it doesn't mean he was being charmed by her. All I saw was him treating her nicely and smiling at her and Neteyam is usually nice to everyone. He's right… I should trust more freely."
You looked at Neteyam and breathed deep.
"I do." You gave him a coy smile and he smiled back, this time revealing his big sharp fangs to you as his lips parted.
Damn, why was he so freaking hot? Ugh!
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After some time spent talking to each other, Neteyam took something out of a small dark brown pouch bag.
"I made this for Tuk" Neteyam said, holding an oblong piece of wood with an image of a Viperwolf (or a Nantang, in na'vi) carved in it. "She loves Nantangs."
"It's beautiful. You're talented." You smiled at him
"Thanks." Neteyam smiled back, his golden eyes squinting slightly at you 
The gift Neteyam had made for Tuk reminded you of the gifts you and Tracy would give each other. You used to make colorful bead bracelets and give them to her. She would get so happy and smile widely at you. Your heart would feel warm. After she grew up a bit and wasn't a small toddler anymore, she started to make you some and give them to you too. It became a sisterly tradition for the both of you.
God, how you missed her… Your chest started to hurt and a lump was now in your throat, making it harder to breathe.
Neteyam noticed.
"Are you OK?" He asked, concern all over his beautiful features 
You started telling Neteyam how your little sister had died in the car accident. You finally let your defenses down to the point that now you felt comfortable to tell him not just that but also how you felt agonizingly alone and lost after her passing, as you both had a strong, pure bond. Tracy used to be your best friend.
"I loved being her big sister, giving her advice and taking care of her. I miss all the nights we would stay up eating candy and watching stupid teenage movies because she loved them so much." You reminisced through tears
Neteyam related deeply to you, on how it felt good to be the older sibling. All he could do was thank Eywa that he still had all his siblings alive, safe and sound. Thinking about losing little Tuk, Lo'ak or Kiri like you lost Tracy made his chest hurt profusely. He could only imagine your pain. He knew he could never actually know how much it must have broken you in pieces to see your little sister for the last time, paler, no longer breathing, but he felt so, so much empathy towards you.
All Neteyam wanted to do was hold you tight and make all your pain go away. He knew he couldn't get rid of all your sorrows but he would surely make his biggest effort to fight away all the demons he would be able to. 
"Eywa, (y/n)... I'm so, so sorry about that. I can only imagine how much you must miss her. I know I would if I lost any of my siblings…" Just the thought of that made his chest hurt a little bit "You know, my people have a saying about death: All energy is only borrowed, and one day you have to give it back. I don't know if it gives you any comfort but I think it's a good way to view the passing. It's not the end. Your sister's body helped plants grow on the ground she was buried in, did you know that? A part of her still lives inside the leaves or the flowers or the grass there. I'm assuming Earth's ground works like Pandora's ground does." He chuckled slightly, trying not to seem disrespectful 
"Neteyam, that's actually… really comforting. And beautiful. Thank you so much." You smiled at him and felt an urge to touch his hand to show him your gratitude but you thought it was better not to do it.
Eventually you fell asleep, back against the marui's wall. Neteyam carried you to your mat in his arms, carefully, just so he wouldn't wake you up, even though you seemed to be in deep sleep. He softly laid you down on your mat and felt the urge to kiss you goodnight but he knew he couldn't. And it broke his heart not to do it because he loved you with all his body and soul.
Neteyam quickly left Kiri's marui and headed to his family's home, trying hard to forget your beautiful sleeping face all the way until he got there, trying hard to forget your unique and addictive scent, the way your lips felt just like the inside of a rose when you both had kissed, the way it felt to mate with you and feel your soft human skin against his… It didn't matter how much he tried, he would never be able to forget you. Your name was tattooed on his heart.
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Sorry, I meant to send an ask yesterday, but I got carried away 😅
So what about ut, us, uf and ht (you can ignore the last one if you want to don't worry) and how they would be with a reader that hides the fact that they're physically hurt.
Maybe they went hiking with the skellie, and they tripped and pretended that it was only a little scratch when days later they see quite a big wound that's infected.
It's a bit gross, so it's okay if you don't do it, don't worry :)
Have a good day/night and be safe
-💀
UnderTale, UnderSwap, UnderFell, and HorrorTale skellies react to a reader hiding that they're injured
you had gotten in a little tussle with a fallen branch walking home. you were completely oblivious, and tripped right over it. it hurt to walk on, and you soon noticed it swelling. it wasn't... sprained, right? nah, of course not! you brushed it off, thinking that it would be just fine in a day or two.
but until then, you might want to put some ice on that.
and so you did. for three days, with no sign of improvement. you tried keeping it a secret, but then your s/o came home while you were putting ice on it, right on the couch beside the door, and...
UnderTale:
Sans:
-he walks into the house, immediately heading for the couch.
-"hey, y/n, i'm ho- you alright? what happened to you?"
-"oh! sans, hi, i didn't expect you home so early!" you wave frantically to draw his eyes away from your ankle.
-"yeah... work was slow, so i came home. whats going on? you're acting weird."
-"pshh, don't be silly, nothing's wrong! absolutely nothing!"
-he sighs.
-"my whole shtick back in the underground was that i can see peoples stats. your HPs lowered, you're acting really awkward about your leg, and you're trying to hide an ice pack from me. i know, i saw it when i walked in. so, im gonna ask you again. whats going on?"
-you sighed. he caught you, he always did.
-"i dont know what's up. I tripped a few days ago and my ankle just started swelling. I'm gonna give it a few more days before I see a doctor, just to see if it heals on its own."
-"alright then," really? that's it? not going to insist you see someone? well, that's great for you! "I'm going to grillby's. wanna come?"
-you nodded your head.
-"cmon, let's take a shortcut."
-he took you to the fucking ER.
Papyrus:
-you look up after hearing the door open and you heard a crash.
-he had gone grocery shopping, apparently, because his bags were sprawled on either side of him on the floor.
-his jaw was only half hinged, that's how bad you scared him.
-as in it dropped. almost fully.
-he suddenly runs to your side (re-hinging his jaw on the way) and kneels by your side.
-"HUMAN, what ever is the matter? is it serious? does it hurt? will it need stitches? should i take you to-"
-"Paps! i'm okay. i think it's just sprained, i'll be alright," you tries to reassure him.
-"SPRAINED? oh, HEAVENS no, i must take you to the doctor right away!"
-you sigh. "Papyrus, it isn't that big of a deal. i'm sure it'll be alright in a few days."
-"absolutely not! what if it's worse than you think? it could kill you!"
-he really thought a sprained ankle could kill you? he may be clueless about human injuries, but at least he cares!
-you don't have too much time to reply before he picks you up, puts you in the car, buckles you up (because heaven forbid something ELSE happen to you, ESPECIALLY under his watch) and brings you to the ER.
UnderFell:
Sans:
-he literally did not notice.
-he grumbles a quiet, "hey," before trotting upstairs into his room.
-it isn't until several days later when the pain has worsened and you cannot walk on it that he asks what the fuck is going on.
-you explained that you had tripped a few days ago, and it got swollen, and you thought that it would just go away, but it's been getting worse and worse since it happened.
-"fuckin' idiot," he groaned. "i'm dating a goddamn moron! alright, get in the car. i'm takin' you to a hospital."
-he's groaning the entire way.
Papyrus:
-as soon as he lays eyes on you, he sighs.
-"what did you do this time?"
-what the hell did he mean, 'this time'? he CANNOT be holding you accountable for that one time you got a concussion! that was HIS fault!
-"hey! you BETTER not be talking about-"
-"about the concussion," he cut you off. "yes, yes, i'm aware, you believe that incident to be my doing. however, i can GUARANTEE that this is not! now, tell me what happened. i expect a full explanation."
-you rolled you eyes and told him, feeling a little pissed off about his crossed arms and tapping foot, although you couldn't fully blame him. the whole situation WAS a little silly, now that you have to say it out loud.
-he scoffed when you finished talking. such a silly thing! why the HELL didn't you immediately see a doctor? swelling is NEVER normal!
-how did he, a skeleton monster who had gone most of his life without so much as seeing a human, know more about human anatomy than a fully grown human adult?
-and how did he, an esteemed member of the royal guard, end up in a relationship with such a fool?
-"get yourself looking decent. we are visiting the hospital to get you proper treatment."
-'looking decent', you looked fi-! no, you didn't, nevermind.
UnderSwap:
Sans:
-"hey, y/n, Alphys let out training early, so i'm back! what are you doing?"
-you scrambled to hide the ice pack and hike your pants back over your ankle. "oh, uh. . . nothing," you said sheepishly in reply, a fake grin appearing on your face.
-"oohhhh, no no no. i know that look. you're hiding something. best be honest now."
-damn him! how DARE he know you so well!
-"i think i did something to my ankle," you muttered.
-"hmm. . . let me see."
-he walked over and inspected your ankle for a few moments.
-"it looks sprained. when did this start?"
-"a few days ago. i tripped and it started swelling."
-he gave your ankle ankther quick look.
-"and why didn't you tell me?"
-"well, i thought it would go away at first. i was going to tell you, if it didn't. i was just going to wait a few days."
-"well, there's no need! i'm taking you to a doctor."
-he helped you stand and let you use him as something like a crutch, so you wouldn't have to put too much weight on your injured foot.
Papyrus:
-you look up to see him standing, eyebrows furrowed (you know what i mean sans does it in the main game) looking at you.
-"anything you want to tell me?"
-"ah, nothing. . . i'm just gonna go to a doctor if this doesn't start getting better."
-you knew the look he was giving you. he wanted to know what happened.
-"i tripped a few days ago and my ankle started swelling. nothing major. it's just a little sore."
-"mmm. i'm sure. you have five minutes, then i'm taking you to a doctor," he said as he laid on the couch beside you.
-"no, Paps, there's really no need-" you were interupted by snoring. but you knew that didn't mean you were off the hook. he would be awake in five minutes EXACTLY, whether you were ready to go or not.
HorrorTale:
Sans:
-he kinda just stands there for a few moments after he sees you with the ice pack.
-ice pack means something's wrong, because he doesn't see food around, but his skull injury makes figuring anything else out difficult.
-ice pack. . . on your ankle. . .
-it doesn't matter what's wrong. he just knows something is. so, he comforts you! in the only way he knows how!
-which is a BONE-CRUSHING hug.
-and because you're sitting, and he's standing over you, leaning down to hug you, it's a very awkward angle. leading to a lot of bones jabbing into uncomfortable places.
-you know you can't really do anything to get him off of you, so you just wait it out.
-"i'm alright, Sans. it isn't anything major. i'm about to go to a doctor!"
-he was going to tell you to anyway. you just got that part out of the way.
-his time in the underground under Undyne's rule made him very paranoid about the health of those he loves, so no matter how big the injury, you MUST see a doctor.
-it's not up for debate.
-he drives you because he doesn't want you to have to put any more strain on your ankle.
-(should he even have a drivers license? questionable...)
Papyrus:
-he has a puzzled look on his face.
-that. . . he suspected that wasn't a good sign.
-"y/n. . . i don't suppose you want to tell me what is going on?"
-"oh," you nervously laughed. "no biggie. just tripped a few days ago, it kinds hurts. if it doesn't feel better tomorrow i'm seeing a doctor."
-"hmm. i shall hold you to that."
-you laughed. you bet he would.
-spoiler alert, he did.
(a/n: sorry if this is totally inaccurate to having a sprained ankle, it just seemed like a good scenario, and i was too in the writing groove ((once i actually started)) to do much research)
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Hi! I saw your post for requests for HH and HoB. Any chance you'd be willing to write a bird reader who's a journalist and is writing a column about a dangerous serial killer. Reader gets attacked, their wing gets broken so they call Alastor for help?
I imagine the serial killer has an obsession with insects and birds- anything with wings and has been secretly wanting to add readers wings to their "collection"?
Sorry if this is super specific, it's been an idea I've had in my brain since before Viv posted the pilot but I can never do it justice lmao.
If you don't wanna do this request, no worries 🤗
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You met Alastor when someone lead you to him after overlords started going missing and you wanted to learn more and maybe post a column about it. He was gonna make sure that no one knew nothing after you found him "taking care" of an overlord but there was something about you that had him simply make you promise not to say anything, no deal, no agreement, something stronger...trust. He had just seen you and already trusted you, you seemed like the trusting type.
After that, You were always on hand for Alastor, like Rosie. He called you when Charlie needed to get word out about the hotel and that's when you and Charlie started talking more often.
When word got around about a murderous sinner, you had never heard anything of it. You would talk Charlie's ear off or Husk's about wanting to submit the story for your column and though Husk wouldn't pay attention, Charlie did and she was worried. "Mn, are you sure? This feels a bit dangerous." "What? Okay, it does but this could be my greatest story of all time, Charlie! Please trust me that I will be okay when investigating." "I don't know..." "I can handle it. You know me." "Just...promise me you will be extra super careful?" "Of course! There won't be a scratch on me."
With that you hopped up and ran out the door, excited to get into learning more about this psycho and get the word out about him.
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You were walking along the street to a victim that heard about your search and was willing to give you details when someone stopped you. Their body was wrapped and colored with their blood, another victim.
"Hey, you're the guy looking for the wing snatcher, right?" You perked up instantly. "Y-Yeah! You appear to be one of his victims." "I am. Come here." He had you step of the sidewalk and into the alley he was just hiding in. You knew it was a bit suspicious but you needed as much information as possible. "I've seen you around, honestly you're really brave doing this, you have gorgeous wings, kid." They were iridescent like a hummingbird, shining a beautiful green and purple with a little red. "Thanks. That...I didn't think about that actually...I guess I should cover up."
"Y'know...I'm glad you didn't cover up..." "What?" Suddenly the sinner was lunging at you, you were blindsided, suddenly your notebook fell out of your hand and both were pinned and tied. "W-Wait, w-what-" "You're dumb. You are so fucking dumb." The sinner laughed maniacally and after he flipped you over and tied your legs, your heard the sound of a butterfly knife. Without thinking, your try to hit him with your wings but he stands up and steps on one, you can feel the muscles and tendons break with his heavy foot before he's grabbing the other, his grip around the tip tight when your feel his switch blade at the base of your wing. You scream, crying out for anyone to hear you, absolutely anyone, you don't care.
"Hey, bone head!" Looking up, you see a silhouette before you're ducking your head when gun shots ring out followed by scurrying footsteps. "Mn!" Your cry into the gravel below you before you feel hands on the ropes tied to you. "Mn, can you hear me?" "Who- Ah!" The way you were moved into the persons hold had your wings in an awkward angle, the broken one and the bleeding one throbbing in pain. You push off the person, shoving yourself to your hands and knees before your collapsing again. "Mn?" "Hng~" you whine in pain.
"Mn, it's Husk." "H-Husk?" "Yeah, and Angel. What happened?" You pushed yourself to your hands but just fell again. You've never been in so much pain before, everything was cloudy and everything hurt. "The fucking-" A sob broke through your sentence and Husk moved to lift you up again. "Come on, let's go get you fixed up." "Oh shit." Angel suddenly cussed and Husk looked at your wings.
Your left one was halfway to being cut off and the other one was mussed up and dangling with no movement. Husk's hand moved and your blue blood, like literal blue blood coated his hand as he shifted to hold you in a less painful way. "Oh fuck."
Husk carried you back to the hotel, setting you down on one of the couches as the others came rushing in at the commotion. "Mn!" Charlie yelled out as she kneeled next to you. "I told you to be careful, you idiot." "I-I'm sorry Charlie." "Charlie, my dear, what-" While you fell in and out of consciousness, everyone turned to look at Alastor who appeared nearby. "Who did it." It wasn't a question, it was a demand. Some prick injured someone dear to him, he had to take care of them.
"The murder he's been going after. All we saw of him was that he was wrapped up and only had one wing." Husk answered as he carefully wrapped you up. "Hmm..." Is all he said before disappearing in his shadow. "Did we endanger someone's life?" "Yeah, but I think it's necessary."
While you were getting patched, Alastor followed your path of blood before coming to the alley you were in. Looking further into the alley he saw the foot prints in the dirt, following them, he comes across another street. It seems that the sinner is just as much as an idiot to not hide after trying to commit murder. He stood a few steps down from Alastor, his gauze still wrapped around him as he rants to one of his buddies.
"Excuse me?" Alastor announced himself and the guy turned around before jumping and running away. He thought running away from the all powerful Radio Demon was a great idea. When he arrived at his hide out, he took a moment to breath before jumping when Alastor appeared. "Now listen here, you leave Mn and all the other winged individuals or you will have to deal with M̵̨̛̳͇̠̀̑E̵̛̫̝̓͊͘ͅ.̵̲̺͙̮͊͜"
The room was covered in green and his full form had the sinner cower in the corner. He nods rapidly and Alastor turned back into himself. "Wonderful. Now, return these wings back to the people you took them from and offer to take care of the reattachment process, no matter how much it costs." He nods rapidly again and Alastor vanishes.
When he returned, you were patched up and asleep. He didn't want to disturb you but he noticed the blue patch on your back. Instead of getting someone, he changes them himself and you wake up when he's finished with the new wrappings. "He won't bother you, Mn, or anyone with wings ever again." "I didn't ask for help, Alastor..." "Why, you didn't have to." "I don't have a story now though..." "You do, though." Is all Alastor said before insisting that you get more rest and deal with the situation later.
The Abyssal Chronicle
Serial Sinner Strikes Fear in the Hearts of Hell's Winged Inhabitants
In a series of grotesque and heinous acts that have sent shockwaves throughout the infernal realm, a notorious sinner has been on a rampage, leaving a trail of mutilated wings behind. This depraved individual, whose identity remained shrouded in darkness until now, has been preying on innocent insect and bird sinners, ruthlessly severing one of their wings to add to a macabre collection.
Witnesses recount scenes of terror as the fiendish culprit, shrouded in shadows, stalked the darkened alleys of hell, striking fear into the hearts of all who dared to flutter in his path. The wingless victims, left to suffer in agony, serve as grim reminders of the pervasive evil that lurks within the depths of damnation.
However, in a twist of fate, the reign of terror has come to an abrupt halt, thanks to the intervention of a formidable force known as The Radio Demon. In a daring confrontation, The Radio Demon managed to apprehend the murderous sinner, identified as Azaz Darkbane.
But the saga doesn't end there. In a display of unprecedented generosity, Darkbane is in search for what some may say is forgiveness from the victims of his vile crimes as he returns the stolen wings to their rightful owners as well as offering to help with the reattachment process to some if not all the victims, which might've been about twenty-five victims!
As the residents of hell breathe a collective sigh of relief, it is with profound gratitude that we report the resilience of one of our own. The journalist behind this very column, a victim of Azaz Darkbane's wicked deeds, is making a speedy recovery, buoyed by the unwavering support of the community and his loved ones at Hazbin Hotel.
Though darkness may still linger in the shadows, let this triumph serve as a beacon of hope, a testament to the indomitable spirit that prevails even in the darkest corners of hell. Journalist Mn Ln signing off.
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Realized too late that you requested R to call Alastor for help but I hope its still okay. I can rewrite it. That's the downside for me when writing, I feel like its bad and I need to rewrite it but then it gets a lot of love and I realized I was overthinking for no reason.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed!! Also, more details, the better! It helps my AuDHD brain build a plot a lot quicker and better in order to get your idea perfect.
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