#a couple of these can be elaborated on but I’ll just leave them as they are ig
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Linebeck headcanons that have been stewing in my mind and will soon boil over if I don’t share:
part two: x
(under the cut because this is a bit long)
He’s autistic and typically keeps it a secret unless he’s really comfortable with someone.
His hair is just Like That. He’s got a weird cowlick and his hair just curls at the ends and there’s nothing he can do about it. He gets his hair wet and the cowlick dries back into being upright. He has no desire to change it.
Despite comparing Link to one in his letter, he’s scared of dogs.
He’s 6’ 8” tall and I’m not taking constructive criticism.
He enjoys music, and can play piano. He also has some decent music theory knowledge and has written a few small compositions and knows the basics of conducting.
He’s gay and normally keeps it secret but will either tell people if he trusts them or if he’s worried that they think the contrary of him.
He’s good with his hands but when he gets nervous or scared they shake a lot, so he tends to put his hands in his pockets when he’s scared or nervous.
His insomnia is bad enough that he sometimes goes for days without sleep, and sometimes ends up awake for so long that he begins hallucinating before he finally falls asleep.
He loves and knows a lot about snakes, so if he sees a harmless snake, he’ll usually go and pick it up and fail to tell anyone around him that it’s harmless.
He also loves cats, and makes a point to keep a bit of leftover caught fish for island cats he comes across, if he’s headed to or at an island with cats.
#loz#legend of zelda#phantom hourglass#linebeck#a couple of these can be elaborated on but I’ll just leave them as they are ig#sidenote link is also autistic so he and linebeck bond over that a bit#tbh the headcanon abt linebeck being autistic has so many little details to it that elaboration would need its own post#A few of these have been included in my ph oneshots while others are showing up here for the first time so uh yeah#the sheer lack of info on Linebeck is so fun there’s so much room for headcanons and the like with him#salty talks#in case it’s hard to tell with the gay headcanon what I mean by Linebeck telling ppl if they ‘think the contrary of him’#is that he’ll tell ppl he’s gay if he’s worried that they think he’s straight or otherwise attracted to women#I feel like some animal vibrating at high speeds in a kennel. I might bite someone if let out but I need to run and scream about ph
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the couples quiz <3
PAIRING! bang chan x fem!idol reader
SYNOPSIS! - back with enluv productions, we have our favorite idol couple to take the enluv couples quiz! - this consist of a multitude of questions asked by each of them to test how well they know their partner! enjoy <3
word count: 3,310 (and it’s all fluff 😁)
genre(s): interview styled writing + video layout chic (?) & so much fluff like it’s so cavity inducing you may need to call a dentist 🤭
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, both idols, profanity, nervousness, and I am pretty sure that’s all! (if I missed something lmk!)
coco’s love note: idea is based off the gq couples quiz videos !! please note that our reader is in an oc group I’ve made :)
[ video preview begins now – our idol couple are shown sitting comfortably in two opposing director chairs ]
Y/N: What’s our contact names on each others phones?
Chan: Oh that’s easy I have her as (he makes quotation marks with his fingers) “Y/N L/N” and in parentheses (he cups his hands to express them) “gf”
[the room falls silent as y/n stares shocked at chan]
Y/N: There’s no way…you’re so lying right? (her eyes are widened with shock)
Chan: Of course I am baby! Why would I ever just have you as your name? I have you as “future ms.bahng” (he smiles proudly displaying his contact name for y/n and her contact photo)
Y/N: I almost threw these cards at you for real Christopher! Don’t ever do that again!
Chan: What’s my contact name?
Y/N: Bang Chan dash Stray Kids. (she stares deadpanned at the camera before giggling at his expression)
Y/N: Now you know how it feels! I have you as “my love” it’s a bit simple but I just really love you.
[ end of preview - the screen cuts back to the couple as they first start the video and it begins ]
Y/N: I’m Cupid’s Y/N!
Chan: and I’m Stray Kids Bang Chan!
Y/N & Chan: and we’re taking the enluv couples quiz!
[the couples quiz logo pops up over them to signify the start of the interview – y/n’s questions are first]
Y/N: What’s an item of yours I always seem to steal?
Chan: Oh that’s obvious, she always steals my hoodies. All the colorful ones go to her!
Y/N: Correct! His fans always tell him to wear color but I think I’ve stolen everything with a decent amount of color on it…oops? Sorry stays!
Y/N: What’s something I always bring with me on tour?
Chan: Hmm well there are a few ways to go about this. You could be asking like sentimental items or like necessities.
Y/N: I wrote a list so if the items you guess are on it I’ll give you a point.
Chan: Oh god. (he shakes his head and looks up to show he’s thinking) I would say probably your first aid kit bag. She’s pretty clumsy and needs to have a band-aid on her at all times.
Chan: Oh also probably our son. Oh! I know the most important one is definitely your headphones. You don’t ever leave the house without them.
Y/N: Channie I think you need to elaborate on what our son means (she laughs pointing towards the production team) because they seem worried.
Chan: Oh right. Y/N and I have matching plushies that we won each other on our…hmm I think it was our fifth date? I took her to an arcade and they had claw machines. She got me a psyduck plushie it’s really big and I got her a bunny plush. We call them our sons and usually I’ll take the bunny and she takes psyduck. We care for them equally though! We aren’t absent parents!
Y/N: Okay you were right about all of those, you’re missing one thing though. This one is the most important one.
Chan: Babe…I thought I hit them all seriously…gimme a hint pleaseee….
Y/N: It’s something you gave me.
Chan: I’ve given you a lot of things Y/N.
Y/N: Can I just tell you?
Chan: No! I wanna guess.
[a compilation of chan guessing is played in x2 speed, y/n continues to answer no as he guesses]
Chan: I give up! Tell me.
Y/N: It’s my bracelet! (she laughs softly at his expression)
Chan: Oh god, I can’t believe I forgot about our bracelets!! (he holds up his right hand so the camera can see) We have bond bracelets!
Y/N: When you touch them it sends the other person a small vibration and it means that we’re thinking of or miss the other. They’re really nice since we work a lot and don’t see each other as often as we’d hope.
Chan: I touch mine a lot.
Y/N: Mhm he does, but so do I so I’d never complain.
Y/N: Have I ever written a song about you? And if the answer is yes, which one is my favorite.
Chan: Yeah, plenty of them.
Y/N: Woah okay no need to expose me sir.
Chan: Babe I’m not exposing anything, it’s kinda obvious…
Y/N: Just answer the question Chris.
Chan: “two souls” is your favorite and I know that because you worked on it for almost three months then gave it to me on my birthday.
Y/N: He’s right. That song is my baby, it’s so personal but I just really love it so much. He kept trying to sneak into my laptop to listen to it but I caught him every single time! He cried when he first heard it though so it was worth hiding.
Chan: I thought we promised not to talk about that sweetie.
Y/N: Next question!
Y/N: What was my first concert?
Chan: Oh man. I don’t think I know this one babe.
Y/N: Channie I promise I’ve told you the answer to all of these questions.
Chan: Okay can you tell me how old you were?
Y/N: No.
Chan: Please prettty? I think I’ll get it if I know how old you were!
Y/N: I was sixteen almost seventeen. (y/n sends the camera a wink)
Chan: OH! I’ve so got it then. I know it!
Y/N: Okay who was it then?
Chan: It was Seventeen sunbaenim!
Y/N: Ding ding ding! Correct!
Chan: I always forget how big of a carat you are seriously. She loves them. The kids are friends with them so it’s wild to see her interact with them.
Y/N: I’m good friends with them now, perks of being an idol, they always tease me too.
Chan: Who did you bias?
Y/N: Some secrets should never see the light Channie.
Y/N: NEXT!
Y/N: What’s my favorite food?
Chan: It’s Chipotle but you get the most mundane thing ever so you always throw in a side of chips and queso because you’re scared the workers roll their eyes when they see your order.
Y/N: That…what oddly specific…why did you expose me like that omg…embarrassing!
Chan: Babe you recite exactly what I just said every time you order Chipotle, literally word for word I know it by heart now.
Y/N: Feels like he’s attacking me a bit right guys (y/n turns to the cameras as if asking the audience)
Chan: I am not! You have said that to me a million times! It’s seriously engraved in my head.
Y/N: NEXT!
Y/N: What’s my favorite song that you’ve written that’s about me?
Chan: I know the answer but if I say it then fans are going to have a field day on twitter.
Y/N: How would you know? Been on twitter recently Chris?
Chan: (he stares at the camera and winks) I don’t have twitter, you know, idol things and all those logistics.
Y/N: Should we answer the question together?
Chan: Stop cheesing so hard, you did this on purpose didn’t you.
Y/N: Yes I did. Ready? 3…2…1!!!
Chan & Y/N: Red Lights
Y/N: What can I say! It’s a good song.
Chan: Is it my turn yet? I need to seek revenge.
Y/N: NOPE! Still me!
Y/N: How many pets do I have and can you tell me in which order I got them?
Chan: This is terrible because she had pets even before getting with me.
Chan: Okay here it goes. You have three pets, first one is Pickles, he’s a greyhound. Next would be Peanut, he’s a fish and he has a brother named Jelly. They count as one because they’re a pair, and finally we have Kimchi and that’s our gecko, I named him. (he smiles proudly at the camera)
Y/N: Four points! Wow babe good job!
Chan: What kind of dad would I be if I didn’t know our kids names?
Y/N: So true like imagine you forgot one I’d be so mad.
Chan: I know that’s why I got them all right.
Y/N: What’s my dream wedding look like?
Chan: I also know this answer, we talk about it a lot.
Chan: You want a small wedding with the most important people in your life, so like family and friends but also people who have helped you in your career as well. You want a summer wedding and want a pastel creamy green color to be the theme. It’ll be inside but you really liked the forest vibe from Twilight so the inside will be decorated to look like the woods.
Y/N: Okay woah. Do you have access to my Pinterest or something?
Chan: You say that like we don’t talk about getting married all the time. (he smacks his lips playfully at her)
Y/N: I am in love with you, seriously like on god dude.
Chan: Stop saying on god after you tell me you love me, we talked about this!
Y/N: He doesn’t like it because he says it sounds like I’m talking to a brother.
Chan: You sound like my nineteen year old sister!
Y/N: and I love her very much! We went shopping last time we went to visit them.
Chan: and you bought her $800 shoes.
Y/N: What can I say, I love all the bahngs!
Y/N: Last question Chris, let’s see if you get this one right! What was my first impression of you!
Chan: Oh you’re going there? I see how it is. (he fixes himself to sit straight up and looks at the camera) Our fans don’t know this story but Y/N hated me.
Y/N: (laughing to herself and gesturing to the crew again) They look so confused! He made it sound so bad, I just thought he was one of those really weird guys because, so basically we met at an award show and his group, Stray Kids, had been seated next to us.
Chan: We were so close we could touch arms.
Y/N: No truly! And it was funny because his entire group, and if you don’t know, they have eight members in total, all got up and went to the bathroom together. All eight of them! It was hilarious, I’d never seen any group do that!
Chan: We like to stay together. Safety in numbers!
Y/N: They came back after a while and almost missed getting their award. It was just so odd to me at the time but after that we started talking as the show went on and I thought he was super sweet and obviously he cares for his members.
[the couples quiz logo pops onto screen as the video depicts chan at the center, he flashes an excited smile at the camera]
Chan: Is it finally my turn? I’ll be honest I don’t have that many questions…but they’re pretty hard to answer. I don’t know if Y/N will be able to get them right.
Y/N: Don’t antagonize me Christopher! I know everything about you.
Chan: We’ll see about that.
Chan: First question! Before we went on our first date I had originally planned something else but it fell through, what was it and why didn’t we do it?
Y/N: Woah you’re going BACK.
Chan: Mhm, answer the question baby.
Y/N: This is a funny story that not everyone knows actually. Chan loves doing crazy things like he doesn’t do traditional dates ever, it’s always something outrageous that you least expect.
Chan: I want things to be memorable, plus if I have free time I don’t want to spend it sitting around, I want to go out and do things.
Y/N: He originally wanted to take me bungee jumping, (the camera pans to a laughing chan and the staff can be heard gasping) can you believe that! Bungee jumping for a first date!
Chan: It would have been memorable though, right?
Y/N: Yeah definitely. It didn’t happen though because he heard from a mutual friend of ours, Minnie, that I was really scared of heights.
Chan: I canceled the day super quick, the date was in two days and I called and had to cancel but I was honestly grateful I found out because imagine if I hadn’t known and took her to it? Memorable first date but not in a good way!
Y/N: I think maybe now I’d do it, but only if he’s with me because I trust him the most.
Chan: Wait really? Wait we’ll talk about this later, finish the story!
Y/N: Right! He took me swimming instead, it was a indoor private pool place and it was so much fun. He actually taught me how to swim.
Chan: It’s one of my favorite memories because I just knew I’d be asking her to be my girlfriend.
Y/N: Stop I’m going to cry if we get into this again!
Chan: I told her this last time we talked, how I knew she was the one for me our first date. She cried and then called her mom to tell her.
Y/N: My parents love him, maybe more than me to be honest.
Chan: What was the first achievement we got as a group that made me feel like I had made it?
Y/N: This feels like a trick question.
Chan: I promise it’s not.
Y/N: There are two answers because your first win is so memorable that I’d pick that one but you also always say you haven’t made it, because you’re still going, still reaching and setting goals and achievements for yourself.
Chan: You worded that perfectly. She’s right. First win on a music show was huge for us but honestly as a group we have a lot of goals and want to achieve them all, I don’t know if we’re ever going to truly feel like we’ve made it but seeing our fans celebrate our achievements always makes it feel like we’re heading in the right direction.
[the camera shifts and pans to y/n running her thumb on the back of chan’s palm, she whispers something in his ear before they continue]
Chan: What was my favorite sport growing up?
Y/N: Easy! It was swimming and you were really good at it.
Chan: Don’t say that they’re going to believe you.
Y/N: Babe I’ve seen those awards your mom has lining the walls of your house, trust me, you were good.
Chan: My dad owns a swim school so I swam a lot as a kid and naturally went on to compete at meets and stuff. If I wasn’t here doing this, I’d be a swimmer.
Y/N: He’s really good at it, and he taught me how to swim so like he’s a good teacher too.
Chan: I can’t believe I taught you to swim that memory is so engraved in my mind.
Y/N: Mine too! I could not learn for the life of me and then suddenly on my first date with him he taught me. That should tell you how good he is at swimming.
Chan: I don’t know if I’m good now but back then I wasn’t terrible.
Y/N: My boyfriend is so humble!
Chan: What’s one thing that you hate that I do but I love it?
Y/N: Sleeping in the recording room?
Chan: (he lets out a sarcastic laugh) Ha Ha Ha. Close but no.
Y/N: I don’t know, I don’t hate anything you do honestly.
Chan: Want me to tell you?
Y/N: You so want to tell me.
Chan: I do.
Y/N: Tell me.
Chan: It’s when I spend too long in the studio, so long that you have to come get me.
Y/N: You’re so….(she’s cut off by chan’s laughter)
Chan: Let me explain before you blast me in front of everyone!
Y/N: Mmm…go on…
Chan: I know you hate coming to get me but some of my favorite times are when you come because then we spend hours together listening to things I’ve made or messing around and recording things. It’s nice to have you so interested in what I do because I love you and I love music, it’s like my two favorite things are interacting and meeting one another.
Y/N: I hate you so much! You know I’m a sap, I’m going to cry you meanie, that’s so cute what even is this!
Chan: My revenge worked!
[the video cuts to the next clip and the viewer can see that y/n now has a tissue in hand]
Chan: Next question, who gave me advice when we first started getting to know each other and dating?
Y/N: Was it not one of the boys? You said you told binnie first no? So I’d assume him.
Chan: Nope! Guess again.
Y/N: No? Hmm I don’t know…maybe one of your other idol friends?
Chan: It was actually our choreographer.
Y/N: What? Really? Why?
Chan: They saw how stressed I was because I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend officially and it was making me distracted so they sat me down and made me spill what was bothering me. Funny too because when I told them they told me to just go for it, and I did and then later on they told me they were glad I had because I looked so much happier.
Y/N: Wow this tissue is being used to its fullest today. I am making a mental note to buy them anything they want right now like wow, imagine if they had never told you to just do it. Where would we be?
Chan: Still sneaking around to hang out as “friends” probably.
Chan: Final question, what’s the title of our new collab song coming out?
Y/N: Oh you’re terrible, did you even get permission to reveal this?
Chan: No but I feel like it’ll, a) this will be out by the time we announce it or b) I don’t have a plan B since I’m hoping plan A is successful!
Y/N: Stay please pray for your leader, he’s so going to get us in trouble for this!
Chan: Don’t say that pretty, have some faith in me.
Y/N: Our collab song is called “Here for you,” and it was written and produced by us.
Chan: It’s a love song if you didn’t guess that.
Y/N: I think they got that one babe.
Chan: Making sure they know it!
Interviewer: Can you tell us a little about the song?
Y/N: Well like Chan said, it’s a love song. It’s about finding the right person and immediately knowing they’re the one.
Chan: Immediately knowing they’re your person.
Y/N: We wrote it one night in the studio after fighting, nothing huge but we both had a bad day and it was intense, when you’ve been with someone for a while you have those days you know? He wrote something down to blow off some steam and so did I. We realized that we’d wrote one half of a song each. Then we put it together, fixed it up and made it that night.
Chan: It’s a really special song to us both, that’s why I’m so excited to announce it.
Y/N: We’re really excited to have you all listen to it.
Interviewer: Well thank you both for coming. We appreciate you making some time for us!
Y/N & Chan: Thanks for having us! (they send a smile to the camera and bow in thanks to the crew)
Y/N: We had a lot of fun today, really thank you.
Chan: Maybe we will come back in like ten years, married, and all that and do it again!
[ the camera zooms out and in fades the couples quiz logo, you can see the couple as they whisper to one another after the director yells “cut” ]
ENLUV EXTRA:
Chan: Why do I love Y/N? That’s a big question to ask, and if I named all the reasons we’d be here for a long time, to put it simply she’s my soulmate, I don’t think there is anyone else in the world more right for me than her. She’s caring, fun, creative, so many more things and it’s like wow, people do exist like her out there and I was lucky enough to find her? She must be my soulmate.
Y/N: Why do I love Chris? Hmm let me think. As a society I know we don’t believe in soulmates, and for a long time I put no thought into them you know? But meeting Chan and being able to experience the love he gives, has honestly changed that for me. I don’t think there is anyone out there more perfect for me than him. I can’t put into words why I love him but I can try to describe it. It’s like when you find a new favorite thing to obsess over, and that becomes something you love so dearly but in the case of me and Chan, it’s that feeling on and on, it never falters and my love for it stays consistent.
[ the video ends with a black screen fading out the image of y/n from frame ]
coco’s <3 note: FINALLY SHE IS HERE! I’ve been talking about this fic for almost three months now 😭 and finally it’s done! Hope you all enjoy it as much as I do :) Thank you @odxrilove for being my beta reader for it! I love you wifey 😻🫶🏽 As always, feedback & rbs are always appreciated!
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Behind Closed Doors
When Chase happened to mention he had to be out of his apartment for 24 hours due to windows being replaced, Wilson invites him to stay with himself and House. Chase gets to see a side of his boss few do.
Established married House/Wilson.
(This is the fic that got the most votes when I did a poll on which of my WIP people were most interested in.)
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Chase stood awkwardly outside the door of 221B, trying to convince himself to knock. It wasn’t too late to turn around, get a hotel room. Wilson had offered, nay, insisted that he stay with him and House for the night however.
Wilson was a nice guy. Far to nice to be married to House in Chase’s opinion, but the two seemed to make each other happy so he supposed he couldn’t judge. He doesn’t know what he’s so nervous of, he’s been at 221B before. He knows there’s no sex dungeon or large aggressive dog waiting on the other side. Maybe it’s that it’s his boss, that it’s House.
He closes his eyes, bites the bullet, and knocks. It takes long enough for someone to answer that Chase begins to wonder if this wasn’t some elaborate prank. While House is usually the one staging such things, it wouldn’t be unusual for Wilson to get involved. He’s about to turn around and leave when he hears the door unlock and it opens to reveal House himself standing on the other side.
“Um. Hi.” Chase says. He’d been hoping Wilson would answer the door.
“Wombat.” House replies.
House is dressed in one of his band t-shirts and a pair of loose fitting basketball shorts. His feet are bare and he’s leaning on the wall, his cane nowhere to be seen. They stand eye to eye for a few moments, neither speaking or moving, when a voice calls out from inside the apartment.
“Don’t just stand there, invite him in!” It’s Wilson’s voice, and it holds a tone of fond exasperation.
House doesn’t say anything, but turns around and limps into the apartment. Chase glances around, but ultimately follows him in. Given House’s lack shoes he opts to remove his own. He’s more comfortable that way anyway. He’s never understood why Americans wear their shoes at home.
House is sitting on the couch, and there is an American football game playing on the TV. The windows are open, letting in the slightly cool September breeze. He can smell something delicious coming from the kitchen where Wilson stands at the stove.
“You made it!” Wilson says when he sees Chase.
“Yeah, found the place alright.” Chase jokes.
He stands awkwardly for a moment, not sure where he’s supposed to be going or what he’s supposed to be doing. Should he be offering to help in the kitchen? He’s a little nervous to just sit down next to House. At work they’re comfortable around each other, hell the could go for a drink and it probably wouldn’t be awkward, but something about being in House’s domain makes him nervous.
“Sit down, make yourself comfortable. I’ll bring you a beer in a second.” Wilson tells him.
He does as he told, and sit on the opposite end of the couch to House, who doesn’t acknowledge him.
“You want another beer, Greg?” Wilson sticks his head out of the kitchen.
“Yeah.” House replies.
It’s strange hearing House called “Greg.” He shouldn’t be shocked, they are a married couple for God’s sake. Still, House is one of those people who seems like he only has one name - House.
Wilson comes out with two beers in hand. He’s dressed in grey sweatpants and what looks like one of House’s t-shirts. It strikes him as odd but he reminds himself again that they are married. Wilson hands the beers over the back of the couch. Chase makes a point to say thank you but House just sort of grunts, eyes never straying from the TV.
After a while Wilson appears again with two plates full of what looks like homemade Pad Thai. After placing them in front of the two of them he leaves and returns with his own plate, sitting down between them.
The food is delicious. They all dig in with reckless abandon and take turns making comments on the game. House makes scathing deductions about the players personal lives and Chase has no idea if he is serious or is just saying ridiculous and offensive things to make Wilson laugh.
“Stop stealing my chicken.” Wilson says without taking his eyes off the game.
House had been using his chopsticks to steal bits of chicken off the edge of Wilson’s plate.
“You barely gave me any.” House whined.
“I gave you plenty.” Wilson replied as if reasoning with a small child.
“Fine. But it tastes better when it’s yours.” House’s voice held a tone of flirtation which Chase took as his cue to go grab a beer from the fridge.
He felt lucky that Wilson didn’t seem to escalate the situation in an amorous direction, though when he was returning from the kitchen he did catch Wilson feeding House a piece of chicken from his own plate.
House and Wilson finished their food before he did, and they both took their plates out to the kitchen. Chase paid them no mind, until he heard House’s voice speaking in a low register.
“Dinner was extremely acceptable.” He said as he leaned on the kitchen island.
“Oh my, that’s almost a compliment.” Wilson replied, placing both hands on either side of House’s hips on the island, leaning into his space.
It was like watching a car crash, Chase thought as Wilson pressed a deep kiss to House’s mouth. He didn’t want to be watching his boss and his husband make out, yet he couldn’t quite look away. It was so odd, seeing them in this domestic light. While everyone at work knew they were married, they didn’t really engage in a lot of PDA.
“If you want to thank me for that extremely acceptable dinner, I can think of a way.” Wilson rasped when he pulled away from the kiss.
One of Wilson’s hands moved from it’s place by House’s hip, to grab a handful of his ass.
Chase immediately turned back to the game. That was more than he needed to know about the intimate dynamics of their marriage. He quickly finished his food, and excused himself to the bathroom. When he returned House was on the floor in front of the TV, pulling at something on the stand.
“Wilson!” He exclaimed, far louder than necessary given that Wilson was just in the kitchen.
“Yes, Darling?” Wilson came into the living room, hands on his hips and smirk on his face.
“Where are the cables for the PlayStation?”
Wilson’s eyes lit up, seeming quite pleased with himself. Chase wasn’t sure he wanted to know what was going on.
“It’s your night to do the dishes.” Wilson stated, still in his hands on hips position.
“Are you hard of hearing? I said where are the cords for the PlayStation.” House over emphasized, staring at Wilson with a Jack Nicholson level stare.
“And I’ll tell you where the cords for the PlayStation are, as soon as you’ve done the dishes.” Wilson mocked.
“You really think that will make me do the dishes? I’m a genius, you think I can’t just find the cords?” House argued.
“That’s exactly what I think. You can either spend hours searching for the cords, which you won’t find by the way, and then do the dishes or you can spend ten minutes doing the dishes now, then I’ll give you the cords, and you can be playing GTA before the sun goes down. But it’s up you, genius.”
Wilson looked exactly like the cat that got the canary as House used the coffee table to help push himself up off the floor, grumbling about how rude it was to make cripples do chores.
“I put the stool in front of the sink for you so you don’t have to stand!” Wilson called after him, before starting a ridiculous and frankly awkward looking dance of victory.
Twenty minutes later House limps back into the living room, declaring the dishes complete. Wilson goes as far as to inspect the kitchen, including opening the oven for some reason, before opening the cupboard under the sink and pulling out a blue bucket filled with cleaning supplies. Reaching his hand inside he produces the cords, handing them to House.
“There you go, have fun.” He says with a fond smile.
Chase is truthfully confused. Wilson cooked dinner, had his food stolen by House, at some point he took apart their PlayStation and hid the cords just to bribe House into doing a completely normal household task, and yet he seems completely unbothered. In fact he seems to be enjoying himself.
House, on the other hand, seems slightly less abrasive though he wouldn’t go as far as to call him caring. He doesn’t really know why the incredibly kind Wilson tolerates him as his spouse.
Once House has the PlayStation up and running Wilson brings them each another beer and together the three of them play a few rounds of Mario Kart. They are all competitive and while Chase never manages to beat House, he takes solace in the fact Wilson does.
“Would you guys mind if I went out for a run? I like going to this trail just outside town so I’ll be gone a couple hours.” Chase asks.
“Sure but don’t think you can you use our shower.” House says, getting up from the couch to hobble over to the piano bench.
“He’s joking. Of course you can go for your run and of course you can shower after.” Wilson shoots a look at House, who is staring innocently down at the keys of the instrument.
Chase changes in the bathroom, and when he returns to the living room Wilson curled up on the couch reading a book while House plays a quiet, gentle melody. It’s shockingly domestic and Chase puts on his shoes and slips out the door quietly, not wanting to disturb them.
When Chase returns from his run, Wilson is still sitting on the couch but now he’s watching a black and white film on TV. House is stretched out across the couch, right foot propped up on the arm, left foot tucked under his right knee, and his head in Wilson’s lap. He’s also snoring softly.
“Is he…” Chase trails off as he toes off his running shoes.
“Asleep? Yeah.” Wilson says, not turning from the TV.
Wilson’s fingers are in House’s hair. Just absentmindedly stroking as he watches his movie. They look very sweet, the two of them.
He walks as softly as possible to the kitchen for some water, opening the fridge gently.
“You don’t have to worry about being quiet. He’ll sleep until I wake him up.” Wilson says.
He’s not watching the movie now, he’s staring down at House’s sleeping form with that fond smile on his face again, like House is the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. Chase can’t imagine what about the misanthropic doctor makes Wilson so happy.
As Chase passes behind the couch, heading for a shower, Wilson stops him.
“Hey, can you pass me the blanket that’s on the floor behind the couch? It’s usually over the back where I can reach it but I didn’t notice it had fallen.” He explains.
Chase grabs the blanket. It’s brown and fuzzy, very soft. He wonders how Wilson plans on getting himself under the blanket without suffocating House when Wilson tosses the blanket down the couch to cover House’s body. He isn’t totally successful though, the blanket falls at House’s knees, bunched up.
“Would you mind pulling it over him the rest of the way? When it’s on the back of the couch I can pull it down to cover him but my throwing skills need work.” Wilson says.
Chase does as he’s asked. The blanket is quite large and covers house from shoulders to feet quite easily. It occurs to him that what Wilson said implies this happens a lot - House snoozing on the couch using Wilson as a pillow.
“Thanks, he gets cold when he’s sleeping.”
“Does he usually fall asleep at 9pm?” Chase finds himself asking. Wilson chuckles.
“Sometimes. People tend to write it off, because of his other eccentricities, but he does have chronic pain. It can be pretty tiring.”
Chase momentarily feels bad. While House’s frequent Vicodin popping reminds them that House does experience pain, they tend to forget that the pills don’t make him pain free, they just keep him standing. Chase heads for the shower with this in mind.
When he’s towelling off he can hear Wilson in the other room talking to House.
“Greg, wake up.”
There is some unintelligible grumbling from House.
“I know Baby, come on. Chase is going to be out of the bathroom soon so you’ve got to get up.” Wilson’s voice is terribly gentle.
Chase runs the towel through his hair, and hears more caterwauling from House.
“You can bring the blanket with you, and I’ll still cuddle with you in the bedroom.”
Chase lets out a small laugh at that. He never would have pegged House as the cuddly type.
“My cane - it’s in the kitchen.”
The first actual words he’s heard from House. Chase is fully dressed and could walk out at any time, but he finds he doesn’t want too. He’s learned a little about them as a couple from watching them at home, but he’s curious about their interactions when he isn’t in the room.
“Just lean on me Baby.”
And Chase can’t imagine House willingly leaning on anyone to help him walk, yet the next sound he hears is the uneven gait of the two of them.
“Leg’s sore.” House says, their voices growing closer.
“You’ve just been laying down on the couch for nearly two hours, I’m not surprised. You’ve got some pills in the bedroom, we’ll get you your bedtime dose and it’ll feel a little better. I can massage it too.”
“Hmm, love you Jimmy.”
“I love you too, Greg.”
Chase is well and truly shocked. House leaning on Wilson to walk, admitting his leg is bothering him, saying ‘I love you’, it’s all so un-House like.
When he hears the door to the bedroom close, he finally leaves the bathroom to get the couch ready. The light above the stove has been left on, and he isn’t sure if it’s for his benefit or if they always leave it on.
As he arranges the bedding to his liking, and when he’s settled down he mulls over his experience with House and Wilson over the course of the evening.
He is reminded of a cat that used to live around the dumpsters near his school when he was young. It had been white at one time but it appeared more brown from the dirt the caked in it’s fur. It was a vicious thing, anytime you got anywhere neat it, it would hiss and arch it’s back. His friends liked to laugh at it, but one day after school he went back with some food for it. He felt sort of bad for the thing.
It became somewhat of a ritual and slowly the cat stopped hissing at him when he would bring the food, until one day he was able to touch it. Eventually it would roll over on it’s back and purr when he came to see it, but only if it was just him.
He tried to bring his friend to see the cat once, but despite him having food and it being only the two of them, the cat hissed and arched its back before disappearing behind the dumpster. His friend had laughed and claimed he knew that cat couldn’t like anyone. He went back after supper that night and sure enough the cat greeted him happily.
He remembers how special it made him feel, to know that cat was friendly only to him. Even if no one else would ever know, he did.
And he supposes that’s how Wilson feels about House.
#house md#james wilson#hate crimes md#greg house#hilson#dr house#dr wilson#wilson x house#house/wilson#robert chase#dr chase#house md fanfiction#house/wilson fanfic#house md fanfic#housethemd writes
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Ehehe.
Trying on Argenti’s clothes won.
Of course we all know I can’t help myself and I’ll be doing both but I Must do what the people want-
Cw! suggestive subjects, reader is honestly a bad partner, going behind Argenti’s back by sneaking into his room, stuff like that, kinda angsty somehow
-Trying on Argenti’s clothes-
Argenti is a very traditional gentleman.
A very: let’s wait until marriage kind of man. A very chaste man.
You’ve never shared a bed with him, never even been in his bedroom, nothing like that…and you loved him, and you respected and valued your relationship with him, but you were beginning to feel…lonely in your relationship with Argenti.
Oh you hated the thought of betraying him like this.
But he expressed that he would be busy for a long while piloting the One and Only, and when you had walked by…you noticed his room was unlocked.
And before you knew it…you had slipped inside, as silently as you could muster.
His room is small, given it was on a spaceship, but elegant and elaborate.
He has a desk, with a vase on it, filled with roses.
An image depicting what Idrila might look like hangs on the wall.
And a couple of photographs of you and him decorate the room.
But your eyes first land on his bed. Put together, of course, you couldn’t imagine Argenti not making his bed in the morning.
Plush and fluffy blankets and pillows called to you, and you find yourself running your hands along them, and soon you’re laying down, throwing the blankets over you and burying your face in his pillow, taking in the scent of Argenti.
Roses, of course, and expensive, spicy vanilla cologne.
You can only roll around in his sheets for so long before you get tired of it though. You carefully slide out of bed and do your best to remake the bed…
And you tell yourself to leave. To stop snooping around your boyfriend’s room, reminding yourself that you’ll really break his heart if he catches you.
But your eyes land on the closet.
You remember he’s not wearing his armor right now.
So if you wanted to…you could give it a try.
You know better. You KNOW BETTER. You really, really shouldn’t.
But your fingers are wrapped around the closet handles, and you swing open the doors.
There’s his armor, pristine and clean and shining white and gold…along with his other clothes, all crisp and clean and smelling nice and now you’re pulling on one of his shirts, tugging at the collar, way oversized on you.
Okay.
Step one done.
You had already come this far. May as well try on the armor.
Only.
You don’t know where to begin.
You’re able to get the legs on at least. But unfortunately you drop the chest plate.
Making a loud, unpleasant clang-
You feel the familiar sound of the ship switching to auto pilot, followed shortly afterwards by: “y/n? Are you okay, my dear?” and the sound of his footsteps echoing quietly in the halls.
Saying anything would give you away. So you opt to be silent. Which just makes him even more worried.
You just have to helplessly remain quiet while he scours the ship for you. You can HEAR him becoming more desperate. “Y/n? Y/N?!”
Finally, you can’t bear to hear the panic rising in his voice. It breaks your heart.
“In here, Argenti…”
The sound of the frantic searching stops, and you hear him running in the direction of his own room, before he stops, and hesitates.
Finally the door slides open.
“Y/n? Are you alright?” he’s almost scared to hear the answer, he’s so worried about you.
But when he catches sight of you, there you are, half-dressed in his armor, wearing one of his turtlenecks, a chest plate carelessly abandoned on the floor.
“I-I can explain-“
“Y/n.”
He looks so…it’s hard to describe.
Hurt?
Uncomfortable?
Disappointed?
“You…shouldn’t be doing this,” he says, approaching you.
You’re not scared of him. You’ve never been scared of Argenti. But in this moment you’re afraid of what he’s going to say.
“I’m…I’m sorry…” you say, knowing your words mean nothing. You KNEW better. You knew this was a blatant violation of his trust and your stupid, impatient nature just got the better of you.
“Y/n…I Really don’t want to have to have this discussion with you…” he’s saying, working at helping you remove the armor. “I feel you already know what I’m going to say.”
“Yes. I’m sorry, I’m So Sorry, Argenti…”
‘You have broken my trust.’
He shushes you, gently, but with enough force to tell you he was serious about you needing to be quiet right now.
A few moments of painful silence pass between you while you liberate yourself from the armor.
Once you pull off the shirt is only when he speaks again.
“Please just…refrain from speaking to me for some time. I need to consider this carefully.”
Now you’ve done it.
You’ve shown him that he can’t trust you.
He might be seriously considering breaking up with you.
You slink out of his room, murmuring your empty apologies, feeling tears well up in your eyes and silently cursing yourself out for being so Impatient towards him.
He doesn’t talk to you for the rest of the night, and that evening as he’s laying in bed he finds the evidence of your other trespass.
Your scent was lingering on his sheets.
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#Argenti#Argenti x reader#Hsr Argenti x reader#honkai star rail Argenti x reader#yes it’s overly Angsty I KNOW-
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Attic Club "Sandwich" Meeting
Beelzebub x (GN)reader
912 words
Summary: Belphie helps Beel confess his feeling for Mc
“Barely, why?”
“Belphie, are you still awake?”
“Do you think you love them?”
“I was hanging out with MC today… We went out to eat and seeing their happy face when they tasted something they liked made me feel full in a way. Like I would want to give them my food, not in exchange to taste what they had or anything like that, but to make them happy… When I’m with them getting the most food leaves my mind and all that remains is wanting to see them smile”
“Maybe…”
“So am I going to have to force you into telling them how you feel or are you going to do it yourself?”
“Why not? I’m not one for meddling in others affairs but for you I’ll help set you up.” He chuckles while rolling over and pulling his blanket up “We can start a game plan in the morning, I’m not going to be able to stay awake for much longer. Good night.”
“Tell them? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Thanks, Belphie. Good night.”
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Breakfast is chaotic as usual, the human of last night's discussion is arguing with a few of the brothers about a recently released movie.
“Hey, MC…”
Belphie woke up late as usual and started a conversation with you rather than listen to Lucifer's scolding.
“Do you wanna have an attic club meeting later tonight?”
“If Beels down than yeah”
Belphie glances at Beel flashing him a smirk as if it wasn’t obvious enough what his plan was going to be.
"Okay we can pick up snacks after RAD.'' Once Belphie had finally started on breakfast everyone else was already rushing out the door shouting behind them about they're not going to wait around for him.
Beel was the only one who waited around, reason being he wanted to continue last night's conversation.
“I know what you're up to, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“I thought you got over thinking that last night.”
He did remember agreeing but his worries are resurfacing all over again. “So, are we doing this or not?” “Well-”
“Nevermind, I just decided it’s already set in stone.” Is all he said before walking away to not let Beel go back on his decision.
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The time has come a couple hours after dinner, the three of you made your way to the attic with snacks in hand. Beel was obviously nervous, he hoped you wouldn't be able to notice but of course you knew him well enough to know this not how he normally acts.
“Beel, is everything alright? You’re looking a bit uncomfortable.” you asked
“Oh, yeah I’m fine. Don’t worry” trying his best to reassure you with his usual smile.
“Well if you say so, anyways what snack did you too end up choosing.”
The conversation continued like regular. Beel started feeling less and less on edge as time passed. He still didn’t know what Belphie plan was going to be or when it was going to happen, for all he knows it could happen at any moment-
Belphie stood up “I’m going grab one of my pillows downstairs.”
“I could grab it for you if you’re too tired.” Beel offered
“No. Why don’t you and MC just chat with each other for a little while”
Was that it? I guess it’s expected that his plan wouldn’t be too elaborate and this did end up getting you two alone and less likely to be interrupted by the rest of the brothers, the lighting was also dimmer and felt more romantic than in just MC’s room.
Even if it’s not the most extravagant plan, if it ends up working it ends up working.
“Oh, I almost forgot Belphie told me you wanted to talk to me about something.” Well this makes things harder to go back on now.
“Yeah…” He should have planned this part out better. Everything he thought he wanted to say in this moment is gone, all he needs to do is tell them his feelings and phrase it in a way that doesn’t make them uncomfortable.
“Well? What is it?”
“You’re like a cheesesteak to me.” Panic, what sentence just came out of his mouth can that even qualify as a confession? You, for obvious reasons, look confused and all you can really ask is “What?” What was he supposed to say now? “I- uh…”
The moment you both find out part of Belphie’s plan involves staying just outside the entry to the attic’s bedroom is when he decides to intervene. “Beel, I expected better from you. I really hope that wasn’t the planned out confession you decided on”
“Confession?”
“See they didn’t even know that, that was supposed to be a confession” Belphie was exasperated at this point.
“Sorry, I had a few lines planned out for what I wanted to say but I just panicked a little at the moment. MC, what I meant to say was I have feelings for you and wanted to know if you felt the same way” Shock was still evident on your face, it takes you a moment for your brain to catch up with what was happening, but when it does and he sees your smile he starts feeling hopeful
“Aw, Beel! You’re like a cheesesteak to me too.” you run up to hug him. You’re all happy, Beel’s a little embarrassed, but even though it was a bit of a disaster it ended well.
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ohhh gimme angst pls
readers into ajax & basically everybody knows (even ajax himself). one day she comes into his room (wednesday, xavier by her side), excited to show him something & catches ajax & enid kissing. (now ik enid would never betray someone like that but let’s just pretend)
& now it’s kinda like this scene in euphoria but not exactly. readers crying while ajax & enid try to “explain“ themselves. „wtf enid.. you know i feel about him..“ & enid just looks down in shame while ajax stands up to get to her but xavier try’s to stop him. reader walks out furiously & they all follow her.
„y/n wait!“ enid‘s walking up to her & y/n pushes her back with her telekinetic powers so she almost falls. „i would’ve never done this to you.. never..“ while looking at enid. „i thought you liked me“ looking at ajax. while crying & xavier & wednesday run after her while ajax & enid just stand there.
maybe happy end where ajax realises that y/n‘s the one he’s in love with & not enid
— ☆ BROKEN HEARTED !
ajax petropolus x telekinetic!reader
synopsis; first love is always hard but you didn’t expect it to end like this
notes; i haven’t watched euphoria so i had no idea how the fight is suppose to go but enjoy !!
Having a crush on Ajax was interesting, to say the least. For instance, nearly everyone at Nevermore knew how you were head-over-heels for the gorgon — even Ajax himself; that resulted in you both being relentlessly teased by all the students.
However, even after all that, you never truly confessed your feelings to him. He did know you liked him but never gave it much thought; he usually just brushed it off and considered everything as rumours or just jokes since you never really confirmed it to him.
But today, you had decided that you were finally going to confess your feelings to him.
You were currently sitting in your dorm room, accompanied by Wednesday and Xavier, exposing them your elaborate idea to confess to him.
Xavier was intently listening to what you had planned whereas Wednesday kept offering suggestions and other comments.
‘If he breaks your heart, I’ll be sure to stomp on his real one,’ the black haired girl said while you chuckled.
After a couple of moments discussing your plan, you decided to go to his dorm room and confess to him. Xavier guided you to his dorm while Wednesday followed you for “support” ( as she had said. )
‘Right, here you go!’ Xavier announced as he pointed to the door in-front of you; he also snapped you out of your thoughts. ‘Good luck!’ ‘Remember Y/N, if he hurts you, Thing is ready to attack him,’ Wednesday added while you managed to give her a weak smile: ‘it’ll be fine.’
You knocked on his door a couple of times while attempting to twist his door knob. Luckily for you, it was open. You opened the door slightly and peered in, calling out Ajax’s name. However, your actions immediately came to a halt when you saw the sight in-front of you:
Ajax and Enid were sitting on his bed with their arms around eachother — Enid’s arms were around his neck while Ajax’s hands travelled all around the blonde’s body. They were kissing making out.
You were horrified at the sight you saw. Not only because your crush was with someone that wasn’t you but also because the person he was with was your friend, one of your closest friends.
Hot tears were threading to spill from your eyes and your entire body was vibrating, screaming at you to leave, run away but you couldn’t. You couldn’t move at all.
Consequently, the two teenagers had noticed you and your friends’ presence as well and they both immediately pulled away from one another, trying to explain themselves.
After a few moments of standing still, your legs finally moved. You tried to escape down the hall, ignoring the continuous shouts coming from your friends.
‘Y/N… we can explain.’
‘It’s not what it looks like.’
‘We’ll explain, please don’t leave!’
You wanted to run away, you wanted to go to another place — a place that wasn’t here. A place away from your friends.
However, your actions were stopped when you heard Enid’s voice call out to you. You stopped and turned to see Xavier attempting to stop Ajax from running towards you and Wednesday scolding Enid while she called out to you to explain herself.
‘Y/N…’ Enid began, ‘I’m really sorry.’ ‘Sorry? Enid… Sorry isn’t enough. You knew how I felt about him. You knew that I liked him,’ you shouted at her between sobs, ‘I feel betrayed.’
Enid’s eyes were fixated on her shoes as you kept shouting at her while aggressively wiping away any tears that threatened to fall from your sore eyes.
‘I’m sorry, I just can’t do this right now,’ you stated as you attempted to walk out of the dorm halls, filled with rage, sorrow and betrayal. You honestly couldn’t believe that one of your own friends would treat you like this.
Enid called out to you again as she walked closer to you, attempting to put her hand your shoulder but this time, you didn’t want to hear any of it so you let your emotions take over.
In a fit of rage, you threw Enid across the hall with your telekinesis. She screamed as she flew across it, in both fear and pain.
You couldn’t believe you had just done that.
You were horrified. Scared. Scared at what you had done. She was your friend after all.
You glance at your hand and then at the situation in front of you: Enid was tiredly leaning onto the wall behind her while Wednesday and Xavier were tending to her while Ajax was watching the scene unfold in-front of him.
You bit your lip in regret. You regretted what you had done to your friend.
You wiped a few more tears that escaped your eyes. You looked at Enid one last time as you mumbled: 'I'm sorry but I wouldn't have ever done this to you. Never,' you tried to leave the scene before you'd do anything that you might regret but were stopped when you felt someone grab your arm, preventing you from leaving.
You sharply turned your head back to see that it was Ajax. Your eyebrows were knitted together and your breath was uneven. 'I don't have anything to say to you, I thought you liked me,' you said and pulled your arm away from his grasp.
While walking away, you tried to clear your head from the things that happened earlier but failed to do so as the sounds of their shouts and footsteps were getting louder and louder.
Finally, you left the dorm halls and found your way to your dorm, which was completely barren. With a tired sigh, you threw yourself onto your bed and began to ponder the previous events of the day. You wept at the mere thought of them.
Heartbreak hurt you so much but what hurt the most was that it was caused by your closest friend.
#wednesday#wednesday imagines#wednesday x reader#wednesday series#wednesday addams#ajax petropolus#ajax petropolus imagines#ajax petropolus x reader#ajax imagines#ajax x y/n#ajax x reader
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angst 22 with andrei svechnikov please! maybe reader cheats with another hockey player (you choose) after he cheats?
Angst: 22. “You cheated first!” w/ Andrew Svechnikov
2 Wrongs
“I’m sorry” Andrei says to me but all I can do is purse my lips together and nod.
“Yeah me too” I say standing from where we sat in the kitchen then walk towards our shared room. I lock the door behind me and sit on the bed.
“Would you open the door?” I hear him say from the other side, “I want to work this out!”
I’m still in disbelief from what he just told me. Andrei cheated on me. He told me while he was on the road he hooked up with some girl. He followed by saying it was a mistake and that it would never happen again.
I pulled my phone out and texted some of my friends asking if they wanted to meet up and go out to the bars. I explained that home is the last place I wanted to be. I ignored Andrei on the other side of the bedroom door as I sat at the vanity and started doing my makeup. I put on something slutty then opened the door.
Andrei was sitting down leaning against the wall across the hall. He stood up to face me when I opened the door to face me and I look up at him.
“where are you going?”
“Our”
“dressed like that?”
"Don't worry, I'll remember that I have someone waiting for me at home" I say pushing past him and making my way to the front door
"Can we just talk before you leave?"
“No, you've ruined my night enough already” I beginning to open the door but Andrei pushes it back shut
"Don't!" I yell at him for the first time tonight since he let me know about his little accident, "I swear to god Andrei, if you don't let me leave right now, I will never come back!"
Andrei slides over letting me open the door. I feel his eyes burn through me as I leave him in our house and make my way to the Uber at the end of our driveway.
I Ubered to my friends house and we pre-gamed with shots before heading out to the bar. We took our seats at a booth in the back while we discussed the reason everyone was summoned for a night out on such short notice.
"He cheated?!" Erin asks
"Yeah, while he was on the road. He just told me like 2 hours ago"
"How did that come up?" Kayla asks
"He just said that something had been bothering him for the past week and that he wanted to talk about me, I thought he was just upset about something, but no he fucking cheated" I explain
"You poor thing! Are you alright?" Brooke asks
"Well, I haven't cried yet" I say and they all look at me with shocked expressions
"So is the wedding off?" Kayla asks and I sigh
"No" I say twirling the diamond ring around my finger, "We didn't really get a chance to really talk, I just kind of sat there and looked at him"
I sat and listened to them tell me what they would do if they were in my position until I finally had enough and excused myself to get a drink. I made my way over and wait by the bar when a man stands beside me also waiting for the bartender. The bartender comes over and looks at the man
“I’ll get a Guinness and she’ll have..” he says then looks at me
“A Long Island” I smile
He slides the drink over to me then pays as I take the diamond ring off my finger and put it in my purse.
“Mat” he says to me
“Y/n” I smile
“Beautiful name" he compliments me making my cheeks red, "so, are you around here?"
"Yeah, well just moved a couple years ago for my-" I stop myself from saying my actual reason for moving down here and lie, "for my job, how about you?"
"No no, just here for hockey" he says and I immediately recognize who I am talking to. Mat Barzal. I nod my head and he takes that as an indication to elaborate, "I play for the Islanders, we play the Hurricanes on Sunday afternoon"
Mat and I end up talking the whole night. We continue drinking until Mat finally asks where I’m headed after.
“Suppose to be a friends house” I say looking around, “but I don’t see them anymore”
“Well” he says pushing a strand of my hair out of my face, “I have a hotel room to myself”
"Let's go then, I wouldn't want you to get lonely tonight"
I ended up having sex with him then left his place around 5:30. By the time I ubered back to my place it was 6am so I tried to be quiet as I stumbled in. I open my bedroom door to see Andrei wasn’t there so I flopped on the bed.
I slept until 10am when I heard a small knock on the door. I looked up at the door as it opens and Andrei walks in. He sits on the edge of the bed beside me, "Can we talk sometime today?" he asks
Memories from last night in Mat's hotel room flood my mind and I feel instant regret. I was distracted from my thoughts when I feel Andrei rub my arm but I shake him off feeling disgusted in myself.
"Sorry" I say as I saw the sad reaction wipe across his face, I rub my hands over my face and through my hair then look back at Andrei again. This time his face looked a little more hurt.
"Your ring" he points out and I look at my hand realizing I didn't put it back on, "you took it off"
I bite my lip to hold in my tears as I feel them quiver, I take a deep breath and look at Andrei. The only thing my mind allows my body to do is just nod.
"Does this mean-" he stops then stand from the bed before finishing what he said. He shakes his head and left the room then eventually the house slamming the front door behind him.
I spent the rest of the day crying about the whole situation, about him, and about my own guilt. He didn't end up coming home that night. Or even the next morning. He probably stayed with KK since they had become close since he joined us last year or one of the other boys.
I decided to just watch the game from home, since going to the game didn't feel like an option. Just watching from home I felt sick. I watch as Andrei has one of the worst games of his life, I can see him look up to the section where I normally sit and I'm not there.
I looked away for a second as the whistles blows as Freddie covers the puck, then see Andrei on top of someone from the other team. This is exactly what I was scared of. I watched as Mat got off the ice and Andrei laughs as he makes a comment to him as they made there way to the box. His smile immediately washes off his face as Mat laughs a chirp back. I can see the angry in his eyes as he sits back on his bench.
His next shift was short. He hopped on the ice and lined up for the face off beside Barzal. The two immediately start chopping at each others chins before a huge scrum at the face off started before the puck was even dropped. After the two boys were ejected I turned the tv off and got ready for bed.
I thought about leaving before he got home but decided to stay and wait. He might not even come home again tonight I thought to myself. Once it was too late for me to leave, I instantly regretted not leaving and decided I was going to pretend to be asleep.
I heard the front door open followed by footsteps making their way directly to our room. The bedroom door opens and the light snaps on as Andrei practically punches the switch. I swallow as I sense his anger from across the room.
"Get up." Andrei grits through his teeth, I start breathing a little heavier before he speaks again, "Get the fuck up!" he says a lot louder.
I push myself so I am standing up in the bed looking over at him. He shakes his head looking at me before yelling: "What the fuck!". He then swung his fist into the wall making me jump.
"Andrei-" I start but he cuts me off
"No, you don't get to talk!" he says facing me as he begins pacing back and forth. He stops when his back faces me and shakes his head again, "I never even thought that the reason you took the ring off was to act like a fucking slut!"
I feel a tear sting in my eye as I begin to stand up to try to make myself bigger. He laughs dryly once the tear decides to escape from my eye, "You're crying? You're fucking crying! You embarrass me, and you are crying?!"
"Stop yelling at me!" I yell through my tears
"You fucking cheated on me!"
"You cheated first!" I yell back almost immediately
He closes his eyes and makes his way over to the other side of the bed before sitting down. He runs a hand through his hair then looks up at the ceiling. I watch him as I stand beside the other side of the bed.
"I waited all night for you" he says as if he is ashamed of himself. I opened my purse and grabbed the ring, "I was going to fight for you, do everything I possibly could to get you back"
I walked around the bed and sat beside him on the bed. He looks over at me and brings his hand up resting it on my face to position it to look into his teary eyes but I grab his hand and place the ring in the palm of his hand before closing it with both of mine.
I hold on to his hand before standing up from the bed and grabbing a hoodie from the closet. I open the bedroom door and looked back at him, "I know you want to believe that I sealed the deal, but you did the moment you even thought about cheating on me" I say before leaving him, making him somebody I use to know.
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part 2 of my tattoo speed write, find part 1 here.
Tattoo date!!
so mickey goes in to get his tattoo with ian. he’s been for a consultation already because believe it or not he doesn’t want someone to do a shoddy job of it.
he’s drawn a cross between a serpent and dragon and shown the person doing it what size he wants and where he wants it.
ian asked him to draw his ‘MM’ tattoo as well so it’s sort of cursive, or at least has some swirly patterns ingrained into it because he doesn’t just want it printed on.
the guy doing it is just covered in tattoos and piercings. mickey thinks they look sort of cool, but the piercings look way too painful for him to ever consider it. the guy sits him down in the chair and starts running through the process, even if they already talked about it in the consultation. Ian’s sitting on a chair next to him, out of the way of the tattoo artist.
“I can see you’ve already got some ink, but i still have to go through everything.” Mickey nods. “So what you want is big, so it’ll take a couple of hours. Just a reminder: it is permanent. It’s not gonna rub out or wash off.” Mickey snorts, looking down at his knuckles and the guy laughs. “Yeah, i know you know that. I’ll draw it out first so you can confirm it’s what you want. But when we actually start just let me know any time you want to take a break. It’s also common for people to faint, so let me know if you feel lightheaded.”
He makes Mickey sign some stuff which he hardly reads because he understands that a tattoo is permanent thank you very much, and he is also familiar with the healing process and the pain.
So the guy starts to draw it out and that only takes like twenty minutes, during which him and ian just have a conversation about the next gallagher family thing. Then the guy asks Mickey to check if it’s okay, and Mickey’s pleased with it.
The tattoo artist (I’ve decided his name is Zyler) leaves the room to get the ink and prepare the needles.
“are u nervous?” Ian asks him, to which mickey rolls his eyes fondly.
“no, copper cock, i’m not nervous.” Except he is a little bit because tattoos still hurt and he’s never gotten one with this much fucking preparation before.
Ian just smiles at him and grabs his hand (on the side not getting tattooed) and mickey sighs but allows him to think he’s helping (which he definitely is)
Zyler returns and starts and yep, that fucking hurts. It’s not too bad after a while, and it’s the shoulder so it’s not close to the bone. he may have been drunk and it may have been a while ago but his knuckles hurt more by miles.
Zyler talks to them, asking about how long they’ve been married. ian answers most of the questions because Mickey’s not one to chit chat with strangers when he’s not being stabbed over and over by said stranger, never mind when he is.
Around half way through, Zyler says they’ll take a 30 minute break, because they’ve been there for like an hour already.
Ian reaches over to see how it is, and Mickey yells out.
“don’t touch it, idiot!”
“I’m not going to touch it, Mick, just let me have a look.”
Mickey twists to show him the progress and Ian smiles, telling him something like ‘looks good’.
Zyler talks to Mickey some more, asking about his current tattoos. Obviously, he’s had to take his shirt off for the procedure because even with sleeveless shirts it’s just easier to take it off entirely. Mickey tells him how he got his knuckles when he was like 14, to which Zyler looks surprised but not entirely shocked. Mickey explains how he designed the one on his forearm and got some unlicensed guy in Mexico to do it for him. He explains how he gave the ‘Ian Galager’ one to himself in prison, but doesn’t elaborate.
Zyler states that the nature of his previous tattoos makes sense considering his clearly high pain tolerance.
“I mean, i’ve been shot twice, so that probably has something to do with it as well.” Mickey laughs.
Zyler looks surprised again, because he may run a tattoo studio so he meets a lot of characters, but this is a lot.
“You’ve been shot twice?”
“Yup - all of ‘em his fault.” Mickey jabs a finger at Ian, which he snorts at.
“They aren’t my fault, they’re your fault. I was just in the vicinity.”
“In the vicinity my ass, Gallagher. Your fault.”
“You were the one who got too cocky and showed off to Kash, then got too cocky again and tried to steal a fuckin’ Grandfather clock, Mick. None of that was my fault.” Ian’s laughing and Zyler laughs too, although he looks somewhat puzzled. “Also - I was the one who got someone to patch up your ass the last time you got shot.”
“Yeah, i’m so fuckin’ grateful for your kitchen table and a grandpa with a pair of pliers”
“Better than your kitchen table with all the guns and knives on it and two dirty fuckin’ forks held by your high brothers.”
Mickey just does a little eye roll, and Zyler looks all the more intrigued as he cleans the equipment to continue.
“You got shot in the ass?” Is the bit he focuses on, too interested to maintain professionalism.
“Yup. All because of him.” Ian just rolls his eyes.
“The first one was in the leg, and both were because of your stealing habits.”
“Stealing habits- I don’t? I don’t have fuckin’ stealing habits, Gallagher. You’re making be sound like a klepto.”
Ian just rolls his eyes and smiles, squeezing his hand has Zyler starts up again.
“So… how long have you been together?” He asks, because all this lore he’s learning doesn’t sound like people who’ve been married for just two years.
“Better part of eleven years.” Ian answers.
“Jesus- how old are you two?”
“I’m 26. So, I was 15 when we first got together and he was 16.”
“Wow, real high school sweethearts.”
Mickey scoffs at the term.
“Yeah, I mean. We went to the same school so technically we’ve known each other since like elementary.”
Zyler raises his eyebrows again.
“But he looked like a dork in elementary so i didn’t go near him.” Mickey adds, voice somewhat strained.
Ian slaps his arm lightly.
When they’re finished, him and ian switch positions. Mickey’s shirt is back on, but he now has a plastic plaster-thing over the new ink. He keeps looking at it, almost touching it, and Ian slaps his hand away in warning not to.
Ian doesn’t even have to ask for Mickey to hold his hand during his tattoo, because he just does it anyway.
“Any meaning behind this one?” Zyler asks as he draws out the patterned ‘MM’ on his wrist.
“His initials.” Ian gestures towards Mickey with his head. “Mikhailo Milkovich.” And Mickey chides him for saying his full name because that wasn’t necessary, Gallagher. “He drew it, too.”
“That’s sweet.” Zyler tells them. “Usually I feel like people who get each others names tattooed aren’t gonna last, but I gotta say I think you guys might be the exception.” Ian beams and Mickey grumbles around a smile.
Ian squeezes Mickey’s hand tight throughout the whole thing, much the same as how Mickey had. He gets a matching plastic wrap and they both get some care-gel thing they need to put on each night as well as a reminder to put more sunscreen on areas with ink.
Ian waves a friendly goodbye to Zyler, and Zyler has a great story to tell his coworker Sasha, who he’s been hoping to ask out soon, when she gets back from her sister’s wedding.
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An - I have received requests! And thank you so much for them! Just please wait as it take me time to write my stories, but I will eventually get to your requests!
Paring - Chris Sturniolo X Fem!Reader
Summary - You and Chris are friends until something unexpected happened :o
Request - No!
Warnings - Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD (I swear one of these days I will proofread something 😭), Maybe cringe? One or two curse words.
Word count - I don’t even know 😨
Im sitting on the couch as I hear the front door open, with Chris and Matt walking through it. Me and Nick turn to look at them as we pause the tv. Matt looks exhausted, but Chris seems happy. He walks over to the couch and plops down next to me as Matt goes to his room.
“What’s got you in a good mood” I say to Chris as he lays down on my lap, smiling.
“Oh nothing, I’m just glad that we’re back home, I hated that place. Nothing to do there” he said, complaining.
“It was just the grocery store, stop being such a big baby” Rolling my eyes as I lay back.
Nick giggles as he gets up from the couch and goes to Matt’s room.
“Nick? Why are you giggling” I asked, concerned.
“Just wait till you realize it” He says closing Matt’s door.
I Look at Chris to see if he had any idea to why Nick just did that, he shrugged his shoulders. I grab my phone out from my hoodie pocket and go on TikTok, I put my fingers in Chris’s hair, because it helps him relax and he loves when I play with his hair. I giggle at a couple TikTok’s and occasionally show Chris TikTok’s I find funny.
A couple hours later
I’m still scrolling on TikTok, as for chris, he has fallen asleep on me from my fingers playing with his hair, although he’s asleep, I don’t stop, I like the feeling, his hair is fluffy. I look up from my phone to see that Matt walks out of his room, him looking at us, barely seeing anything because of the dim lights, but is able to make out us.
“Hi Matt” I say quiet, not trying to wake Chris.
He doesn’t say anything, just giggles the same way Nick did earlier. He walks back into his room, and I’m now pestered. They wont tell me what’s so funny. I shake my leg a little, Not to much but enough to wake Chris up.
“Chris?” I whisper.
“Hm?” He mumbles, shifting a little bit.
“I need you to get up, I can take you to your room if you want” He whine’s.
“But I’m so comfortable” he starts to complain about how he doesn’t want to move.
“Or you can stay here and I’ll be right back?” I question
“Fine, Just be quick” he says sitting up to let me go.
I Walk to Matt’s room, with Matt and Nick inside. I walk in and shut the door.
“Okay guys. What’s so funny” I say crossing my arms
“You and Chris.” Nick spoke up.
“Your gunna have to elaborate on that.” I say now leaning against the wall.
“The way you and Chris act around eachother” Nick said like I was supposed to know what he was talking about.
“How do you not see it?” Matt chimes in.
“I don’t know what you guys are talking about, we’re just friends” I say. It’s not that I don’t love Chris. I’ve had a crush on him for a while now, I just don’t feel that he feels the same way, so I won’t say anything about it.
“Yeah right. It’s going to come to you soon.” Nick says shrugging.
“Nothing going on betwe-“ I get cut off by Chris loudly groaning, signaling for me to come back.
“There’s your boyfriend calling” Matt says with a chuckle.
“Shut up! And he’s NOT my boyfriend.” I say leaving his room, rushing back to Chris.
“Took you long enough” he said as I sat down.
“Sorry your brothers can be a pain.” I say pulling my phone back out. I could hear him whine.
“What’s wrong now?” I say careless.
“You stopped playing with my hair” He pouts.
I could tell he was pouting by his tone. I don’t complain once again and put my hands in his hair. I could tell he’s satisfied by the way he was fixing himself into a better position. I started to think about what the other two said, they might be right, but there’s no way he could like me back. Right? I start to get tired, so I turn off my phone and grab a blanket from behind us on the couch and put it on me and Chris. It doesn’t take me Long to fall asleep considering of how comfortable I am.
I Wake with Chris still asleep on my lap, looks like he hasn’t moved an inch. I grab a pillow close to me to replace the feeling of my lap with the pillow so I could get up to use the bathroom. I walk out of the bathroom, with Nick coming out of his room at the same time.
“So how’d you two love birds sleep.” Nick said, sorta whispering.
“First of all, we are not lovebirds, And two, I slept good.” I say dramatically, as I walk away.
Nick goes into the kitchen and I go back to the couch, sitting away from Chris so he can’t hear my phone playing. A couple hours later, Chris wake up, sitting up, looking around for me.
“Good morning Chris.”
“Did I sleep like this all night? Like with the pillow?” He said as it looked like he was starting to turn sad.
“No, I did it this morning because I needed to use the bathroom.” I say concerned on why he was getting sad.
“Oh okay.” He says getting off the couch and walking to his room.
I don’t move from my spot on the couch, only scrolling through my Pinterest feed. Matt and Nick must have heard Chris leave so they came out to the living room together. They both sat down beside me, smirking.
“Seriously guys, nothing is going on between us!” I shake my head
“Yeah right! “Just Friends” don’t lay on eachothers lap Like that.” Nick said, along with Matt shaking his head in agreement.
“I didn’t even lay on his lap! Only he layed on mine! I don’t think there’s anything weird about it, like if you guys wanted to lay on my lap, I wouldn’t care.” I shrugged my shoulders
“Yeah, but we wouldn’t complain if you were gone for a couple minutes.” Matt added on.
“How blind are you too see that he like you back.”
“Woah there buddy. I don’t even like Chris. Chill.” I roll my eyes.
“What ever you say” Nick said as him and Matt walked off.
I scoffed as I told them that I would be leaving. I headed off to Chris’s room to tell him as well. I peak through to the door to see Chris on his bed, on his phone.
“Hey Chris, I’ma get going.” I spoke.
“Why?” He sits up as he gets upset.
“I have a home too you know.” I say fully in his room.
“But this is your second home, so why not stay here.” I lean back on the wall at his response.
“I could possibly come back” I say suggesting
“Yes please.” He shakes his head up and down violently.
“Okay then, I’ll text you when I’m on my way back.” I said leaving his room.
“Yes ma’am” He said leaning back in his bed.
I roll my eyes as I head out of their house, getting into my car. I’m back at home and I take a shower, washing my hair and body, and shaving. I get out of the shower and brush my teeth. I get changed into a very simple outfit. I put my hair into half up half down. I don’t do my makeup, just put on some lipgloss. I put on my shoes and get back into my car. On the way I saw a Starbucks, and decided to get something to eat and drink. I text a group chat I made with all four of us to let them know I’m on my way back over. I received one “Ok!”, an “See you soon” and a “YAYY”. I Like all the messages and went back to driving.
I walk through their house to find all three of them laying down on the couch watching a movie. I set my phone and keys down, and give them their drinks. They give me smiles and thank yous. I nod and sit down in between Nick and Chris. It’s almost instant as Chris put his head back in my lap, just like from last night. I look up to see Matt and Nick looking at me. I shrug my shoulders and roll my eyes. I put my fingers in his hair as soon as I can or else he’ll throw a fit like a baby.
A couple hours later
A couple hours later and Chris has fallen asleep, I’m still wide awake and so are Matt and Nick. Matt gets up from his spot and signals me to follow him, so I tell Nick to take my spot for now, he starts complaining quietly, and starts talking to himself while we’re gone.
“Do you need something?” I asked crossing my arms.
“You know, while you were gone for that short period of time earlier today, Chris wouldn’t shut up about you and how he couldn’t wait for you to get back.” Matt suggests.
“And? What are you trying to suggest?” I say looking at him.
“Gosh, it’s kind of sad. Both of you like each other! Make a move or something!” He says throwing his hands up.
“Where did you get the idea that I liked him?!” I say in disbelief.
“It’s so obvious. And says every time you’re with him. You guys are like puppy dogs for each other. I’m just saying.” He says shooing me away with his hand movements. I scoff as I walk away back to Nick.
“Finally you’re back” Nick says rolling his eyes.
“Yeah yeah” I say sitting back down where I used to sit.
I sigh as I realize that what Matt and Nick were saying made sense. I never thought that Chris would like me back, but who knows Chris more than anyone? That would be his brothers. Nick sits up from his spot and walks to his room as he says goodnight to me. I want to sleep but it’s kinda hard to when Chris is on my lap, although I was able to do it yesterday, I just want to lay down, not be sitting up. I shake Chris to wake him up. He groans, again.
“Chris, you need to get up.” I say whispering.
“But I Like it here.” He whines
“I know but I need to sleep as well.” I say helping him sit up. He doesn’t say anything, he just stands up and wobbles. I stand up and go by his side to help him keep his balance. I grab his side as I help him into his bed. I turn around and was about to leave until I heard a voice speak up.
“Wait..” He says, putting his arm out for mine.
“Hm?”
“Can you stay with me?” He says, practically begging.
“You want me to sleep with you?” I say, concerned as I tilt my head. He just nods, kinda pouting with it.
“Uh sure.” I say climbing into the other side of him, laying down. I turn to look at him, seeing him look up at his ceiling, closing his eyes. I feel like I should ask him is he likes me, before I have to wait for another chance.
“Chris?” I only receive a hum in response. 
“Do you like me? I mean, Like like me..?” I say turning the opposite way.
“Yes..” He says as he drifts off into his slumber. He’s probably going to forget we even talked about that by the morning. But I couldn’t stop thinking about his response. I couldn’t stop smiling either. If I recall, I fell asleep smiling.
I woke up with Chris’a arms wrapped around me, his head on my shoulder. I wanted to get up so I could get some breakfast, but part of me was feeling that I shouldn’t. So I decided to go back to sleep for a little longer, or at least until Chris wakes up. I could feel Chris shifting around as he sat up, yawning.
“Good morning” I say as I sat up as well. He gives me a smile as he put his hand though his hair.
“Do you want to talk about last night?” I say looking at him.
“What is there to talk about, nothing really much left to explain.” He says shrugging his shoulders.
“Well maybe… but wh-“ I get cut off by Nick opening the door. His jaw drops.
“Oh my god. MATT!!!! Wait you two didn’t, you know?” Nick says jumping up and down waiting for Matt to come over.
“No! And quit jumping up and down.” I say kind mad. Why is he screaming this early. Matt turns the corner and looks inside the room. He turns to Nick and they both start jumping and screaming together.
“Shut the fuck up!” Chris yells.
“Finally you guys, it took you long enough to realize it.” Matt spoke up, slowing down his jumping. I roll my eyes as I get up from Chris’s bed, shoving my way past Nick and Matt to get to the kitchen. I could hear Nick and Matt talking to Chris but I didn’t care what they were talking about. All I cared about is my food. I was starving. I sat down as all three of them walked out of his room. I couldn’t stop looking or thinking about Chris. I think Matt noticed because he kept looking back and fourth constantly at me and Chris. I look down and my bowl of cereal as they chitter chatter.
“Okay guys, i think I’m going to go home today.” I say putting my bowl of finished cereal in the sink. Chris looks at me and pouts.
“But why?” Chris says whining. Me and the other two brothers look at each other.
“What?!” Chris says throwing his hands up.
“You act like a complete Baby around her, and when she has to leave.” Nicks says.
“I do not” Chris says in disbelief.
“You kinda do Chris. But I mean you do you.” I say shrugging my shoulders.
“Could I just hangout with you a little longer?” He says walking up to me.
“But I wanna go home. I love you all but I wanna go home for a day or two.” I say looking up at Chris.
“I could just come over for a little bit?” He says suggesting.
“Uh sure just give me a little bit when I get home, okay?” I say smiling. He nods as I leave to go give Nick and Matt hugs. I wave at Chris as I Walk through the door, heading to my car. I drive home and immediately get into my shower. I get out and I brush my teeth and do my hair into a claw clip. I get into comfy but cute clothes. I turn on my fairy lights in my room and light two candles. I get my MacBook from my bed side table and go on Pinterest until I hear a knock on my door. I hop up from my bed and walk to the door to find Chris on the other side. It’s starting to sprinkle outside so I tell him to hurry in.
“Hi.” I say leading him through my nicely cleaned house and into my bedroom. I lay down on my bed, making space for him to lay down next to me.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I say turning on my tv.
“How about, The tomorrow war?” He says.
“Isn’t that the scary movie with Chris Pratt?” I ask.
“Yep.” He nods.
“I’m not sure, I’m not the best with scary movies, I thought you knew that.” I say pulling my blanket over the both of us.
“I know, but that’s why I’m here.” He says smiling at me.
“Okay then.” I say putting my head on his shoulder. The movie was almost over, I was think that there was no more jumpscares but was I wrong. The monster popped up from no where which made me scream and turn over onto Chris.
“I can’t do this no more.” I said, fake crying.
“Stop being such a baby” Chris said. I sit up in shock.
“Says the one who complains whenever I have to leave you, even if it’s just for a couple of minutes.” I say, playfully smacking him.
“Yeah yeah whatever.” He rolls his eyes as he pauses the movie and sits up.
“Why’d you pause it?”
“Well we we’re taking and I wanted to do something really quick.” He says tilting his head.
“What did you want to do?”
“Well um, you can’t get upset or anything, okay?”
“Well it depends on what it is.” I say giggling.
“Well um..” He says scooting a little closer to me. He grabs my neck and pulls me in. Next thing I know, he’s kissing me. The boy that I loved for so long is kissing me? I pull back, trying not to have things getting taken too far.
“Did I do somthing wrong?”
“No. Just think that we can take it slow.” I say smiling as I lay down. He smiles back as he unpauses the movie and lays down with me. I lay on-top of his chest, as he starts to play with my hair. It’s now night time and we have been watching more movies together. I get up to check the time on my phone.
“Holy. It’s 2 in the morning. Do you think Nick and Matt have locked the door yet? Do you want to sleep here?” I say getting back in bed.
“They probably have, so I think I should. Do you mind if I take a shower?” He says getting up.
“Yeah, I can get you a towel, I have alot of body washes so you can choose what you want. I only have an oversized hoodie, which it might fit you? I’m not sure.” I say getting up.
“I don’t need it, do you have any shorts I can wear tho.”
“Yes I do! Don’t think of anything wired. I wanted to order some shorts but I accidentally ordered it in men’s, so they should fit.” I go to my dresser and give him the nicely folded shorts. He nods and heads into my bathroom. I run to my hall closet and get a towel for him. I put it on the bathroom countertops and u shut the door. I lay down on my bed thinking about the kiss that happened earlier. I could still feel his lips on mine. I get up and go into the kitchen to make us a quick snack. I bring it back into the room with Chris just exiting my bathroom.
“What’d you make?” He says shaking his head in the towel.
“Just a couple pizza rolls.” I say setting them down along with me sitting down. He throws the towel in my hamper and sit down with me. We turn on the tv and watch movies while we eat the pizza rolls.
“I’m going to go to sleep, do you want the lights or the tv on.” I say grabbing the remotes.
“No, but could you turn the lights down?”
“Yeah.” I turn the lights down, not so bright that I could see his full face but so I could see some of his features.
“Goodnight Chris.” I say, kissing his forehead as I turn over.
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An - Hi guys! That one was a long one! I was thinking of writing a part 2 for my Angst of Matt?? Hopefully this didn’t make anyone uncomfortable 🙏🏽 I thought it was kind of cute?? Anyways, thank you guys SO MUCH, for all the love on my other stories! 🫶🏼🤍
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Crossed Constellations, Part 5
As always for @absolutely-normal-about-x!
We get some more background on this Geo and Omega-Xis and ummm it's not good, but they're safe now?
I hope you enjoy!
Part 5
Oof, he was so full! “Thanks, X,” Geo said gratefully, handing over his plate. “Do you need help with the dishes?”
“Absolutely not. You’re a guest,” X said.
“Besides, Levi and I are on dish duty tonight,” Harpuia said. “We siblings cycle through the kitchen duties so Dad doesn’t have to cook and clean.”
“Ah,” Geo said. He yawned, suddenly feeling very sleepy and warm.
“Bed, I think,” X said. “Volnutt, would you mind leading Geo to a room?”
“Sure!” Volnutt agreed. “Which one?”
“On our side, I think,” X said, his eyes glinting. “You chose.”
Volnutt smiled. “Okay! Follow me, Geo!”
Geo sleepily nodded. His head felt so heavy.
Volnutt chattered as they walked. Geo was content to just listen. “The Flutter used to be way smaller, but once Dad and everyone else arrived, we were able to rebuild it to be a lot bigger!”
“The wood is different,” Geo said sleepily. He could tell where the Flutter had been expanded upon--instead of trying to match the previous darker wood, its inhabitants had instead opted for a sandy tan that complimented it.
Volnutt grinned. “It was Levi’s idea. Looks great, right?”
Geo couldn’t really muster up the energy to respond vocally, so he nodded.
“My family stays in the new side--Roll and Barrel stay in the original end.” They stopped before a door. “There are a couple of extra rooms since Dad insisted on ‘em.” Volnutt waved his hands. “Two of them he’s set up already--did one in what he called a “German style” and the other in a “Russian style”--but there are a few he didn’t decorate at all.”
Geo winced. Rooms for Axl and Zero then, if they ever showed up.
He shook his head, forcibly driving the gloomy thoughts away. They would. If X was here, they would inevitably follow. It was practically written in stone with those three.
Refocusing on the door in front of him, Geo asked. “Guest rooms?” It felt like he was wading through water, desperately sinking down to sleep even as he wanted to stay awake.
Volnutt frowned. “No, we have those. These aren’t one of them.”
Geo rubbed his eyes. Something didn’t add up. “But I’m sleeping in this room?”
Volnutt opened the door. “Yup! Dad said so, and honestly it makes sense to me!” He said cheerfully. “You seem like a good guy. Your partner is really cool, too.”
Geo flushed. “Thanks, Volnutt. You do too.”
Volnutt laughed. “I try!” He said cheerfully. He gently pushed Geo in. “You look dead on your feet. Go get some rest!”
Geo smiled and went in. “Thanks,” he managed. The door closed behind him as Geo fell onto the bed.
“Hey, Omega-Xis…” He said.
The alien popped out of the Hunter VG. “Yes?”
“What did you talk to X about?”
He paused. “Our normal things. And a few other things too. You’ll find out later. Go to sleep.”
“Mmmkay….”
Within seconds of putting himself under the covers and putting his head on the pillow, he was dead to the world.
~~~
(Recollection of the past: Omega-Xis and X)
X focused on the being in front of him as the child left the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Omega-Xis’s sudden bow.
“I need your help,” Omega-Xis asked.
X’s brow furrowed. “What?”
Omega-Xis sighed. “The kid needs your help,” he elaborated.
X leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving the neon-green alien. “Alright,” he said. “But I have a few questions of my own that I’d like to ask.”
“That’s fine. I’ll answer them all, as long as you answer some of mine,” Omega-Xis said boldly.
“I’ll answer what I can,” X said neutrally. So far the alien didn’t seem to be the devious kind. If need be, X could take him in a fight--but the boy, Geo. How would he take such a thing?
“This world. Is it safe?”
X blinked. “Is any?”
Omega-Xis shook his head, grimacing. “Is it peaceful, X.”
“I believe so,” X said. “It’s a quiet world we have, but it’s our own.”
“Your son is a Mega Man, though?”
“It became more of a title,” X said stiffly.
“But you let him have it so I guess it must be peaceful….” Omega-Xis contemplated.
“He earned it.”
“C’mon, you and I both know if there was a real threat you’d take the mantle back.”
“Why did you ask, then, if you already knew?” X asked sharply.
Omega-Xis shrugged. “I needed confirmation.”
“Fine. My turn. Why is he running?” X said.
Omega-Xis stilled. “A fight from our own world went badly,” he answered.
X’s eyes narrowed. “Someone’s chasing you?”
Omega-Xis shook his head. “No. Geo’s running because he has nowhere else to run to,” he said quietly.
….Ah. X’s face softened. “How many?” He said. His voice was noticeably gentler.
“All.”
Rust and verdigris. X sucked in a sharp breath. All? At Geo’s age? How?
“It was an enemy--two enemies, really,” Omega-Xis continued softly at the unspoken question. “If they had been on their own, we could’ve taken ‘em no problem. But the thing was somehow, along the way, one joined up with the other, and--well.” His claws flexed, like he was imagining an enemy. “We joined up with another guy we knew--Cepheus--in order to stop them. We finally did, but not before everyone the kid knew was gone…along with a good chunk of our universe.”
“...I see.” X said quietly. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He could understand that sort of grief. He still dealt with that sort of grief, even thousands of years later.
Omega-Xis snorted. “Ain’t your fault. Anyway, we defeated the duo, but their power was so strong that they threatened to get out of our timeline and harm others nonetheless.”
X’s fingers tightened on the counter, but he kept himself quiet, and listened.
“They were sealed away, but there was always a chance they could get out and threaten other people, and the kid--” just a hint of a smile appeared on Omega-Xis’s face before wiping itself away again, “didn’t want that to happen. Neither did a lot of people. But the catch was….to close the “door” on any dimension means it has to lock on both sides, not just one. And a lock like that has to be permanent in order to work. No touching the door ever again, especially on the outside, which was by far the more critical of the two.”
Oh. Oh no. “And the child was chosen to lock it on the outside, never to return home again?” X asked sharply, getting it immediately. “Why not this person that fought with you? Cepheus, you said?”
Omega-Xis sighed. “It takes a lot of power to cross dimensions,” he said. “Cepheus could do it, but, well….he’s a king. His people were still living.”
X’s lips tightened. “And Geo had no one left.” How pragmatic. How logical. How cruel.
“We were--and are--stronger than Cepheus, so we were able to cross dimensions easily,” Omega-Xis agreed. “We were the strongest warrior our dimension ever produced, so it was determined we could defend ourselves, and get far, far away from our dimension as an extra precaution.” He scoffed. “Tch! We’d just won the war for them, and the survivors just tossed us out in the cold!” He sighed. “But the kid just accepted it. Said he didn’t want our foe to ever have the chance to hurt anyone else, said his goodbyes to Cepheus, locked the door, and then we…”
“Traveled,” X said flatly, anger simmering under his skin.
“Traveled,” Omega-Xis repeated darkly. “I think it was better this way. The human government was beginning to look at Geo strangely, and I didn’t like it. Getting him away from that timeline where he’d lost everything might’ve been the best thing. He had no one left other than me, anyway, so I hoped that maybe he’d be able to heal.”
“Has he?”
Omega-Xis grimaced. “Sort of. Most of the dimensions we’ve gone to haven’t been exactly peaceful, or I didn’t think the adults would help Geo out enough. He needs a home.”
“What about Dr. Light?” X mentioned, only for Omega-Xis to shake his head. “His dimensions are never peaceful, and the governments are always super nosy around him. Governments and Geo don’t mix, by the way. Is there a government here?”
Despite himself, X’s lips twitched. “Not an overarching one. Definitely not one that would bother or care about you or him or us.”
Omega-Xis grinned. “Great!” He sobered. “There was one dimension that I considered bringing up the idea of staying--it was a dimension were Dr. Light had bio kids.”
X’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yeah. We lived with his son and grandsons for a time. I could see us living there, but….it was too similar to the world we’d left behind. It hurt him to stay in a world that was so similar.”
“It reminded him of what he’d thought he’d failed,” X said quietly. “That’s understandable.”
“Plus, it’s weird,” Omega-Xis mused. “We’ve met a lot of adults that have expressed a concern in Geo, but the human ones--they never put up too much a fuss about him fighting or anything. The only adults that ever really did were the you, and the Hunters.”
“Not even the Dr. Light?”
“He tried, but having dealt with your big brother for so long I think he was tired of trying,” Omega-Xis said flatly. “Also, his government is always super nosy, and not in a good way. I think I mentioned that.”
“You did,” X responded tiredly.
“But you,” Omega-Xis said grumpily. “Are always the same, no matter the war or age. It’s super annoying. “Why is the child fighting?” “You should be in school.” “Are you eating enough?” “No, you’re not going out onto the battlefield.” And on and on and on. Zero and Axl did the same thing, just not as verbally.”
X smiled. “Really?”
Omega-Xis groaned. “Oh yeah. Same thing with Signas.”
X barked out a laugh. “Signas did it too?”
Omega-Xis shivered. “Once was enough.”
“Fair enough,” X said, a smile still playing on his lips.
“He loved you all the best out of all the people we met. But your worlds are never peaceful,” Omega-Xis said. “So we’ve never stayed. But you’re here,” he said. “And it’s peaceful.” He sighed. “X. I have nothing to give to you, but please--” He bowed. “I beg for shelter for Geo Doran Stelar and myself.”
“You two can stay,” X said seriously. “You don’t need to ask.”
Omega-Xis sighed, and straightened up. “Thank you,” he said. “The issue will be getting the kid to settle down. He’s been running for a few months now and it’s a habit.”
“Habits can be easily broken,” X responded easily. “And my children will be happy to help.” His eyes glinted. “Let’s help a wanderer settle down.”
Omega-Xis cracked a grin. “Thanks, X.”
And despite not having met this alien before, X could sense that perhaps there was a reason why his other selves hadn’t separated him from Geo before. “You’re welcome,” he replied.
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@frozenemus I want to eventually do a larger and much more researched post regarding misogynist men who are drawn to these types of games: socially, psychologically, financially and historically especially in South Korea. I don’t want to wait that long to reply here so I’ll let you know my thoughts so far which are by no means going to be a comprehensive look at everything.
Yes, I think these games pander to what this type of man already believes about women and this is why they will flock to them. The “gacha game” medium comforts him with the always-available cartoon woman who can literally be “won” (not through confusing things like treating them with respect but rather money),will never leave (until EoS), obeys all his orders (through gameplay), and always looks perfect (because she is drawn that way).
I believe these games and in effect all mainstream pop/entertainment media (among other things) serve to uphold the status quo in one way or another. This is not a phenomenon unique to gacha games themselves. Media like this can have a significant affect on its population, which is why you will see the US military finance so many films, tv shows and videogames. I don’t think any singular pop media can do something as drastic as completely change a population’s opinion regarding an issue, but rather it can flatter its audience by showing them an easy lie rather than confront an uncomfortable truth, which in turn serves to solidify certain concepts in a society. This media often reflects back onto the consumer a stereotype or dichotomy they feel safe with, which in turn creates a kind of feedback loop of comfortable falsity that becomes enshrined as truth. This can be something as seemingly benign as replacing an actual eagle’s cry with that of a hawk’s because that’s what the audience “expects to hear” or more sinisterly the “third world filter” used in many North American productions when showing scenes in a country viewers “expect” to be in poverty. There’s been a lot written within the past couple years regarding “copaganda” entertainment which exemplifies a lot of this type of thing.
Similarly I believe it’s been studied that when in times of big changes or economy crashes, more sequel movies will be made and toy store aisles will have an extremely stark divide between “boy’s toys” and “girl’s toys”. It’s in part to comfort the society that fears the unknown future with both saccharine nostalgia and familiar dichotomies with clear and dividing gender roles to fit into. You don’t have to think or be worried- it’s all been decided already so just get in the box.
The medium of “gacha game” itself I believe is the first thing that should be considered- the first message conveyed to the consumer is what medium the “artist” chooses to tell their story. In a whole host of ways, interacting with a book is different than a play which is different than a movie, etc. You can find, for instance, older books where directors write about the need to recognize and utilize the unique facets of film to get meaning across rather than fall back on the familiar and easy stageplay of the theater. Off the top of my head, I think Tarkovsky, Cocteau and Maya Deren have written about it in their books, and a more contemporary book I especially liked was Doug Aitken’s “Broken Screen” interviews. Anyway you’ve probably read or heard of Marshall McLuhan’s “the medium is the massage”(message), it’s something I would like to elaborate on in a future post so I won’t get into it now.
The most unique aspect of the “gacha game” is gambling and often spending large quantities of money for in-game anime style characters to play as/command. Like I said in the last post, these games ride or die on high spenders dropping cash to max these characters out. EVERYTHING about the game must cater to this consumer first and any “artistic intent” will be filtered through the expectations of these customers. None of the story beats or, more importantly, character designs can afford to offend the gacha gamer. Artistic intent and concepts are neutered simply by the medium itself- sorry but this is why I find it ridiculous to see so many people venerating Arknights and Limbus Company as making some incredibly progressive statements regarding capitalism or feminism. It is antithetical to the very medium with which they chose to tell their “stories”, especially when the companies can tell their incel playerbase “don’t worry, we fired that nasty female artist! this game is just fantasy, no need to think about real life atrocities or those hateful feminists.” This gives these men the ego boost they want and imbues them with a sense of power, especially over women who they frequently get fired. Even this is part of gacha games- the power these men get to control a real woman’s financial fate and to make a company publicly refer to feminism as a hate movement. What does this tell you about their intended audience?
This is getting long so I’ll make another short post regarding some character design specifics. Hopefully this somewhat could answer your question lol
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General Theory of Aman Economics
(by NOT an economist) (also on AO3)
Aman is very much a no-scarcity economy; even time isn’t limited, because everyone is immortal. However, they do use money, especially as more and more elves live there through sailing, re-embodiment, or just being born, because some sort of standardized valuation of common goods and conveniently exchangeable thing for them is useful.
Double-however, money is basically optional, because many people are happy to just share whatever, or barter, or learn to make something themselves rather than get it from someone else. Money most often gets used in:
Large collaborative projects where some sort of wages, payments for materials, etc. is a useful way to keep track of things as much as it is a means of paying people for their contributions. But payment may be required, at least as an enforcement of “you promised to do this so show up on time damnit”, if the work is a little boring—large-scale roadwork or something, idk—and not that many people are super interested.
If Person A wants to commission a creative work from Person B, and Person B isn’t inspired enough by their idea to do it for free and/or in any haste, and they don’t want anything from Person A in return…but they do want something from Person C, and C wants something from D… Money is often easier than arranging an elaborate trade chain
It’s entirely possible to use no money day to day and then, when you need it, go to an accountant and tell them all the things you own and what sort of work you can do, and they’ll tell you what value it all comes to, ie, how much money you legally have. You can then go physically withdraw that from a bank or do things intangibly like modern Earth finance.
As a rule, elves don’t go for paper currency, though metal may be used. In Middle Earth and other mortal continents of Arda, the most common Elvish currency is leaves of certain trees (to indicate denomination) preserved so as to not degrade and decorated in some standardized manner. Other Elvish currencies include shells, smooth rocks, and gemstones.
In Aman, the most common physical currency is gems, particularly in areas still socially dominated by Calaquendi, because that’s what the Calaquendi were using when everyone else started to arrive, because, yes, the Noldor invented money in Years of the Trees Aman. Of course the Noldor started it. They all carried around so many gems all the time that it was inevitable someone would be like,
“Hey, can I have your apple?”
“No, it’s mine. Get your own.”
“The nearest apple tree is a day away! Look, I’ll give you…” [fishes around in pockets] “…a ruby for it.”
“That is a nice ruby.”
“Damn right it is. Trade or not?”
“Trade.”
…and that happened enough that 1 apple = 1 2oz ruby started to unofficially standardize, and then someone sat down and laid out a proper system of standardization…
And then the Trees went Dark and everything got bad for a while, and in Beleriand there were REAL economics because there was actual scarcity, not to mention mistrust that people would keep their promises of future repayment; then in Aman post-War of Wrath there was no scarcity but with the ever-increasing mingling of ethnic groups the mistrust lingered…
Because gems are easily and happily made, insane inflation IS happening constantly, because you CAN just go to a jewelsmith and say, “Can I have [the equivalent of 5 million dollars] please?” and they’ll probably say, “Ooh neat project. In rubies or diamonds?”
There could be laws against this, but because it doesn’t REALLY matter (no scarcity!), instead, on average every couple hundred years the All-Aman Council of Economists and Accountants just issues a new declaration of, “We’re rebooting prices back to [X] standardization because it’s just not convenient to carry so many gems all the time just to buy a single apple. Use it or lose it by New Years. The Richest Elf Award will be announced the following month, after all accounting is done.”
(Accountants, people who professionally or as a hobby track where money is in the economy down to the smallest pebble, are generally regarded as a little weird even by elf standards. But they seem to be having fun!)
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dominant mc - obey me! headcannon (18+)
so, in my eyes, not every mc is gonna be an adorable, obedient (kinda), subby mc, there’s gotta be some that are doms and will absolutely crush a skull with their thighs and cause problems with the others,, or maybe i’m hopeful
either way! i wanted to write something more suggestive with some bromance shit for beel, this is just the bros but i’ll do the dateables minus luke at one point
part 2 has been out for awhile, i just forgot to link it ;;;
minors dni, slight spoilers in like,, all of them
prompt: a dominant mc is picked for the exchange program and how their time with the bros would be (+how sex is)
genre: general & smut
pairings: bros
LUCIFER
You cause him so many more headaches cause of the trouble you cause it’s unreal
Finds you more unbearable than he already did at the start because of it
He was one of the few that expected a small, meak, frightened human to appear but instead a muscle head appears and goes, “Well! Okay! I’m MC.”
Yeah, he knows, and he regrets this program so much right now
Continues his normal deal about the program, Mammon becoming your guard, etcetc
And you just nod your head along while he talks which makes him think you won’t be a problem
Then you ask, “So, do you guys have gyms down here? Home workouts?”
Completely floored that you just grazed over the program that Diavolo has to pipe in that yes, Devildom DOES have gyms and Mammon can show you them!
After all the season one stuff and you get your pact, he’s more or less interested how you’d handle the belonging to him thing
Oh how you turn the tables on him the first night
He’s sprawled on his desk, gripping the edges when he can, gasping for air as he moans while you’re fucking him and ripping his head back up by his hair
Refuses to admit what he likes about it when you’re coddling him because he can’t walk in a straight line
You’ve broken part of his pride and he WILL get back at you for it
But he does slightly like being on the receiving end, especially during the aftercare
Just don’t comment on it or you’ll get a snippy reaction that he’s just seeping the moment in that you did what he wanted
“What you wanted, huh?”
You’re beaming as he realizes what he says
“Wanna elaborate?”
“No, I don’t.”
MAMMON
Doesn’t get why he has to protect you, you clearly got some tough blood and you’re ripped!
But when he tries to leave, you grab his hand and smile, “C’mon! I wanna last a few days at least.”
?????? THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN ??????
Mostly trails after you cause you’ve got the stride going and if he gets distracted, he has to jog
After the TSL knowledge battle, he’s really just falling to the fucking floor for you
Somehow, a big strong person like you still manages to hurt themselves too?
And he hates that you’re bullying yourself for it
“I could’ve run for a couple more minutes, really! But I was too damn clumsy and tripped, just my luck.”
“Quit talkin’ about yourself like that! You’re still a strong person under that little injury! It’s gonna heal real fast cause you know how to treat it, so why worry about it!?”
Small pause, “You think I’m strong?”
Now it’s your turn to fall head over heels for him
Don’t let anyone see how you look at him, especially Mammon
If he sees you resting your head on your hand while leaning on the table, he’ll go from no blush to a fucking tomato in two seconds
Is even worse during your first time because HOLY SHIT YOU’RE ON TOP OF HIM AND YOUR HANDS ARE HOLDING HIS DOWN AND YOU- you’re taking off his pants holy s-
A complete moaning mess from just a tongue, a screamer to the point you have to shove his head (sadly) into a pillow so you can please him properly
Aside from moaning like crazy, he whines like crazy when you don’t give him what he wants or when you tease him
Worship his body when you’re teasing him and he’ll moan, he’s a mess for you in and out of the bedroom
If you do anything out of the bedroom, please be ready to catch him if he stumbles or his knees buckle
LEVIATHAN
Your size both confused and made him jealous
How the hell is a human Beel’s size? Why isn’t he YOUR size? Probably cause he’s a yucky otaku who holes himself up
After the TSL knowledge battle and the pact, he’s more open to you but doesn’t expect you to swing by often
So fucking confused when you swing by often and even more confused that you’re interested in his collections and games
Someone your size.. Likes this stuff? Otaku stuff?
“I’m still kinda new to it but I don’t mind learning more.”
Recommends you animes, manga, everything and if you read/watch/etc go tell him about it
And the closer he gets to you, the less he can even look you in the eyes without becoming flustered
The first time you laugh and call him cute he shuts down like, literally folds over in his chair that you think something happened, but when he wakes up and panics again because you’re inches from him, kinda fills in a f e w blanks
And everyone, truly, we all know he has a degradation kink
The first time with him is a bit rocky because he’s super shy and doesn’t know how to do these things that well and when you moan he goes red and needs a second
So you have to get him riled up, tell him how bad of a boy he is, that he needs to do better to please you
He’s more than likely into choking or collars so use that to your advantage
Mix in praise when he does good
And when his back is arching off the ground while his hands are hiding his red face and muffling his moans, lean down, bite his ear and murmur, “Bad boy, you need to do better for your master.”
Whines super loud before peeking out to see your false disappointment before whining again to tell you to go harder
Your name definitely falls from his lips a lot
SATAN
He found your strength impressive considering what he’s heard about humans
But that doesn’t change how he treats you much or what leads up to the body switch
He’s still the same Satan who you had to help his relationship with Lucifer
But, once you’ve formed a pact and grown closer, watch him go from smug to very flustered
You can pick him up, poke his cheek or just pull him into your arms and he’ll click his tongue or softly huff before hiding his blushing face in his book
He doesn’t understand how simple gestures stir up these feelings in him
The first time you completely pick him up, either bridal style or over your shoulder, he’s gonna be near screaming at you to put him down
“Sorry! I don’t know what came over me.” With a head pat with clear away any negative feelings of the matter
Still not a big fan of it in public, even if he’s showing off that you’re his
But instead of him holding you, you’re holding him, the Fourth strongest demon in your arm as if he was nothing but a feather to you..
And during your first time, good god
He wasn’t about to let you see him in such a state and shoves his face away in a pillow
But when you lean down and bite his shoulder while telling him what a good kitty is
Come on, you don’t think he’d snap his head to you while moaning up a storm?
Refuses to look you in the eye the next morning, especially if you’re very aftercare centered
But he did like it just.. ore gentle next time, you can keep the pet name, but he needs to walk in a straight line
ASMODEUS
Oh he was beaming from day one
You’re cute already cause you’re a human with a bright soul, but now you’re a human who’s got a great body?
How badly does he wish his charm worked on you cause he’d have his way with you
He’s very touchy with you, especially around your abdomen/thighs
Will go lower if you don’t smack his hand away
If you don’t though, he’s gonna have his fun, especially if you’re alone with him
Just cause you’re more muscular doesn’t stop him from the skincare treatments
And the first time.. Oh the first time
He has honey dripped words, hands gliding across your body like he’s done this with you before and sweet kisses being planted everywhere
Absolutely loves you on top, bottom, anywhere
He likes it slow so he can admire and praise you for longer
He’s had so many sexual experiences with demons and humans alike, but you’re better cause you listen to him too
Y’all could go for multiple rounds and he still would sit up and ask to go again
But, whenever you’re done, he’ll grab you a rob and get you all comfy
May sometimes just let you sleep nude in his bed with him if you’re just too tired to get covered
Which he doesn’t mind at ‘cause your body.. worship-worthy along with his own
BEELZEBUB
Gym bro energy 100%
After you get a pact with Beel, he’s a lot more open to share his workout time with you
He’ll let you do what your body can handle and rest but he has a workout he has to keep up with
You can’t match his eating and dietary habits cause it’s Beel, but you do explain that human muscle building is way fuckin different from demon
Going out to eat with Beel is a “cheat meal” by a lot
But Beel absolutely loves spending time you more and more, especially cause you’re gym bros
Now, the first time, you were torn
It’d be fun to be topped by a demon for once, but holy shit he’s so cute while flustered
I hc that Beel is slightly subby to mc but their height/strength/etc matters
So you being his size or bigger he’ll let you take the lead
But he does really like making you happy and you make him a special kind of hungry, so it’s rare
He’s a marker, he’ll leave a lot of bite marks, hickeys, and may make you bleed by accident from time to time (and then apologize once the bliss is gone)
He mostly grunts, occasional deep moans but he’s a bit embarrassed when he does it
So encourage him, make him comfortable then go at him and he’ll be more vocal with you
He does like it gentle and on the slow side but not extremely slow
After you’re done, grab him some snacks so he doesn’t nibble on you and start it up again
BELPHEGOR
Whenever you’re comfortable around him again, he’s using you as a pillow
You don’t have a choice, you’re Beel sized
He likes how your body is like a pillow
Squishy but not to the point he sinks and not too hot either
Plus, hearing your heart slowly beating if his head is on your chest relaxes him a lot
On the other side of the coin, he’s such a bratty ass sub who likes to be smug and tease you
Not even just during sex, he’ll remind you about that while teasing you
He likes seeing someone your size so flustered from one little comment
And your first time together most likely started because he walked in on you or you walked in on him trying to have private time
If it was him walking into you, the whole time you’re fucking him, he’s smirking and saying you’re glad he walked in
And if you walked in on him, he’s still smirking but calling you a pervert instead
But he does really like it, and that’s obvious cause of how much he moans in between words
And while you’re doing it from behind, grab his hair and TUG
Degrade and praise him at the same time, bite and suck at his neck, he’ll be a mess especially if you aim for over stimming
He likes aftercare the most cause he can cling onto you like a koala or you carry him to the bathroom and have a bath with him
Just be sure nobody walks in cause he’s for sure falling asleep on you and you won’t be able to move
#obey me#obey me swd#obey me shall we date#obey me brothers#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me headcanons#obey me headcannons#obey me smut#obey me x reader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#obey me brothers x reader
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hi!! would you consider writing a blurb where matty has the rahab conversation with este? like he sits down and really explains what it was like and how be struggles (maybe there’s some tears and este is super supportive and comforting)
love your work sm <3
Hi!!! thank u!!
I must say tho, I have very little knowledge on or personal experience with drug addiction and rehab, so i didn’t really feel comfortable writing anything more in depth just in caution of accidentally portraying it inaccurately or using insensitive language or romanticizing it in any way. since i do think it’s a bit odd and some ppl do cross a line when using his addiction as really intense and triggering angst😬😬😬
only sometimes tho! it can be tastefully done :) and i’m glad u requested it! anyway thank u again here it is hehe
(tbsg series masterlist) ((also please send me more requests i’m desperate))
warnings: mentions of addiction and drug use, angst
To stand it upright, Matty lifted the heavy metal to him and Este’s newest piece of furniture for their bathroom. He had spent the past half hour building the majority of the shelf, with Este passing him any tool or screw he was needing. Now that the contraption was standing, they only had a couple of stray pieces to get attached.
But before he could, his ringtone sounded. Este glanced at his screen and watched it flash ‘Frankie’ across the top. She racked her brain to think of if she’d known such a person, but it didn’t ring a bell.
“Just decline it for me, love.” Matty instructed after reading who was ringing.
She obliged and pressed on the power button to hang it up. “Who’s Frankie? Don’t want to speak to him?” She said jokingly.
He chuckled a bit. “Not that I don’t want to speak with her, maybe just not at the minute. I’ll just call her back later,” His wrist twisted a screwdriver to secure another slat.
“Oh, okay.”
Frankie’s a girl, Este digested. She thought it was a bit bizarre that Matty didn’t answer her first question, but rarely let her contextless thoughts develop into jealousy. Este’s nosy self was more eager to know what the call was about—regardless of who it was from. But she decided to leave it.
He threw her a smile and leaned all the way over to plant a kiss on the skin right in front of her ear. “Mind passing me that last screw?”
Este doesn’t mind, smiling back as blood rushes to the spot where his lips once were, while he silently continued building. When Matty glanced back at her, the shelf now complete, he could read the curiosity on Este’s face. So, he elaborated. And Matty didn’t mind elaborating when he was with her. Since he knew she’d listen.
“And Frankie’s a woman I met in rehab. We’ve kept in touch since so she calls time and again,” Matty explained, “She usually wants to talk something out, since she’s had a bit of a rough journey since treatment. Not a lot of family left. Whether it’s for advice or just for someone alike to listen. But I’m in manly-builder-testosterone mode. Didn’t feel like a good time to answer. Even though she does enjoy sharing what she’s been through and would probably love to meet you. I don’t want to unload all of her shit onto you. For your sake,”
“If her shit’s on you then it can be on me. I don’t mind. Your shit is sort of my shit too,” she said.
They burst into laughter as both of their eyes diverted to the toilet they sat next to, the ironic and gross sounding language making them giggle.
He stood back to admire the shelf that stood beside the sink, raising his hand to chew on the skin around his nails. Once his explanation was finished, his mouth stayed shut and slightly pressed. Eyes darting around the space to make sure everything was in place. Este could see that the topic was making his muscles a bit tense.
“Yeah, it is.” Matty agreed, still laughing at the poo jokes. The two of them started to transfer the various body and skin care products from the draws below the sink onto the freshly built shelf; in comfortable silence.
“I guess I haven’t really told you much about my recovery, have I? Rehab, and everything,”
“No, not really.” She shrugged, not wanting to pry.
Eventually the sink didn’t look crowded anymore, and the supplies that usually sat messily were organised. Having only recently moved in together, it was an obstacle to have to balance their belongings in the same space. So, Este sunk down to sit on the floor and lean against the wall to rest in satisfaction. They’d made good progress.
He copied her and they sat hip to hip.
“I spent most of the treatment I did in Barbados alone, believe it or not. There were plenty of nurses and doctors, but I was pretty isolated. That was until I met Frankie.” Matty tucked his knees under his chin. “I think meeting her was the first time I met anyone just as a human—no self expression, no signs of culture, no pre-conceived expectations, no representation of status. There was this insane level of purity within our connection. We were just two broken people,”
Este’s eyes didn’t leave his as he continued on. She listened intently and thoughtfully.
“But we were from the same road,” he revealed. “Not even just the same city, or town. The same road. Minutes of walking between where we grew up. And finding that out felt super emotional,”
His fingers fidgeted nervously, opening himself up more and more as he spoke. Matty found comfort in Este’s presence, though, and sought the feeling of her hand on the back of his neck or the in and out of her breath against his skin.
“Wow,” she whispered briefly, wanting him to continue. Este was fairly close, so the breath he craved grazed him ever so slightly as she spoke. It calmed him down.
“Since we’d been on the road for so long, and I obviously was having trouble coping with it, things had been so loud. Constantly. But I think the equine therapy, and meeting Frankie—it was the first time in ages things were quiet. And I really drank it in,”
She ran her hand up and down the front of his leg lovingly. “I’m so happy that you’re on the other side of that now. And that you had access to treatment that worked for you. That’s the hardest part sometimes,”
Matty nodded.
“The horses did do something, that’s for sure,” They chuckled together, “When we retire in like 40 years and move out to the countryside maybe we should get a couple. I’m a whisperer or sorts now, I think.” he suggested.
Este leaned her head down onto his shoulder, internally cooing at the mental image of the two of them growing old together. Maybe somewhere rural up north—near Manchester, to be close to family. She’d have a greenhouse and maybe grow fruits and veggies during the summer for them to eat. A couple of horses, like Matty suggested. Este had never met a horse in person, but she was sure she’d like them if he did.
“That sounds like a plan.”
He pressed his lips delicately to her forehead, dreaming of the same things that floated round in her mind. They lounged in silence—still sitting on the floor across from the sink and toilet.
“You know,” Matty started again, “I still have this dude’s number in my phone. He was my dealer here in London for a bit. I ran to him when I scored for the last time,”
There was a pained expression on his face, like he had to work through his own disdain for that time in his life before admitting it aloud. It shocked Este, realising that speaking about his addiction could be so heavy; since he was usually so open and honest about it to anyone who was curious. But this was different, as Matty dug to the parts of himself that he had learned to keep personal. He didn’t have to think twice about letting Este see them, though.
“It was early 2019. I’d been clean since rehab—and at this point I’ve honestly forgotten what brought me to the point of relapsing. But what I do remember is the morning after. I saw my mum and Louis. And it just broke me,” His sentences had long pauses between them and his voice broke over and over. The sound of it sent a pang through Este’s heart, the two of them immediately nuzzling closer into each other’s comfort. “The guilt was all-consuming. I was so ashamed knowing that I was hugging my little brother still strung out from the night before. Smiling at him while lying about being clean,”
Matty dropped his head into her lap, slow salty tears trickling onto her bare thighs. She wiped them away, hands lingering on his face since she knew he liked them there.
“Oh, Matty,” A lump formed in her throat but she swallowed it down. She spoke gently. “Can I ask why you still have his number?”
He thought about it for a second. “It’s sort of a reminder, I guess. That I have the power now. That if I wanted to call, I could. But I don’t want to anymore.”
Matty’s eyes looked up towards Este and they shared a bittersweet smile. He laid his hand on top of hers that still sat cupping his cheek, lifting it to plant a kiss on her palm and quickly setting it back.
“And I know that if I ever wanted to—even a little bit—that I’d have you there. To tell in a heartbeat. And the boys, and my family. We’d do anything we’d need to do. Together.”
And with their bottoms against the cold concrete, Matty picked up his phone to call Frankie back, fearlessly pressing the speakerphone button. Este interlaced her fingers with his, waiting for her to pick up, and their chests rose and fell in sync.
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we researched bird grooming brushes specifically for One Line
Legend whistles, slinging his sword over his shoulder as he finishes putting his boots on, tapping against the ground a couple times as he stands up. “I’m heading out now. Kay?”
“Can I come with?”Four hums, staring over at Legend. Their eyes are a weird mix of green and purple, currently.
“Sure. Get your shoes on.”Legend leans on the wall next to the door, waiting for Four.
Sheerow flies over to him, loops around in a circle before she chirps, and nudges at Legend until he raises a hand to pet her. Her feathers seem fine, for now, but he has a feeling he’ll end up brushing her later anyways. She likes it when he does that.
“Kay!”Four hops over. They don’t have their sword, but Legend’s learned by now that Four always has at least 2 knives on them at all times.
“I’ll be back later, Sheerow, kay? Go bother someone else.”He hums, letting her fly off as he opens the door.
She’ll probably make a beeline for Sky, if Ravio isn’t doing anything interesting enough.
“So where are we goin?”Four tilts their head as they skip along beside the veteran.
“Castle,”Legend replies, “Fable’s been freaking out in her letters. I get it, kinda. I did leave without telling anyone.”
Four nods, and doesn’t ask him to elaborate, which is a welcome change. Then, “So…you and Ravio—”
“I don’t wanna hear a single word out of your mouth.”Legend cuts him off, ears tilting downwards and face tinting slightly pink. “Not one fuckin word.”
“You like him, don’t you?”Four hums. “You’re so into him. I’m not an idiot, Ledge. You look at him like he’s the whole fucking world.”
Legend is certain his face is as red as his tunic just from that sentence alone. “I look at him the way I look at everyone; with mild disdain.”
Four isn’t buying it. Legend isn’t surprised—Four’s smart. No way he was getting away with this.
He won’t admit it, though. Four can just…deal with it.
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hiii dear!!
how are you? i hope that ur fine:) i really don't know if ur requests are open, please ignore this if it's not. could you maybe make a oneshot about Ghost seeing reader for the first time and he gets to know that she is muslim (how would he react?)and how would their small interaction turn into something more....
Thank you so much and have a wonderful day!!🫶
Thank you!
For the record, I don't think I'll ever open request, but if you send me an ask and I can work with it, I might. Also, if it's Ramadan/Eid related stuff I'll post them during Ramadan and Eid since we're almost there.
When you entered the restaurant, you found your friend, Gaz, already there with his squad. There was an extra seat on the table. None of them noticed you until you arrived at the table and took a seat.
“Hi,” you greeted, looking around the table.
Eventually, your eyes stopped at the mask wearing man. You knew this would be the infamous Ghost and you just saw half of his face from the nose bridge up.
Your seat was placed next to him. Facing the wall. It might be because he did not want to be seen by the majority had he sat facing the other side. This way, you would not be able to actually look at him unless you turn your head towards him.
“Uh… this is my friend from intelligence,” Gaz chimed in. “The one I’m talking about. We can call—”
“Me classified because I just broke a bunch of rules,” you cut Gaz off. “I know who you guys are, no need for introduction.”
“You said you have information about the man we’re after?” the captain proceeded.
“Yes,” you nodded and put a file case on the table.
A pause.
“We’re about to… place our orders, maybe you’d like to order something?” Soap offered.
“Are there halal options?” you asked.
The men on the table exchanged glances.
“Elaborate?” Soap replied.
“Something that doesn’t have pork or alcohol. Or not cooked using the same utensils as something that does. Even meat is kinda complicated. I should’ve probably said vegan, it’s easier for people to understand,” you explained and ended it with an awkward chuckle.
There was another halt.
“Um… never mind. I’ll have water,” you said.
“I’m pretty sure I read salad on the menu,” Ghost said, eyeing Gaz as if to blame the sergeant.
“That’s my bad. I should’ve probably told them that you have a religious diet before we picked the restaurant,” Gaz said.
“I’m here to make sure that you’re being provided proper information before you leave, so food is not really my concern at the moment,” you said. “I mean, I could lose my job, but, sure, I’ll have a salad.”
There was a second where you and Ghost were looking at one another.
“So, what’s this?” Captain Price gestured at the file.
With that, you started explaining what you had. After hearing what you leaked, they were quite expressive towards how much they disliked your superior.
The squad started talking with you about your intel and eventually doing it whilst eating. It was hard not to keep looking at the man sitting next to you every now and again because he pulled his mas down whilst he eat. You made sure to give him his space.
By the end of your meal, everything was caught up and they seemed more eager to get their current mission done with.
Before leaving, the captain excused himself to take care of the bills. At the same time, Gaz left to go to the toilet. That left you, Ghost, and Soap.
Ghost tossed the car key towards Soap, telling him to ready the car. Soap eyed the two of you for the first couple of seconds, but took off anyway. When he did, you gathered yourself and was ready to leave.
You looked at Ghost and found him already looking at you.
“Halal food, you’re a muslim?” Ghost asked.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“I picked the restaurant. If I’d known, I would’ve picked a different one,” Ghost said.
“It’s alright. As I said, I’m not meeting you to eat,” you replied.
Ghost only looked at you after that.
“Well, good luck on your mission,” you said as you stood up. “I better leave, too, else I’m gonna miss my prayer. Hopefully we won’t have to meet in this circumstance again.”
“Thank you,” Ghost said.
“It’s alright,” you said. “Bye.”
You had already stepped away when Ghost called, “Wait.”
Hearing that, you stopped and turned your head around. You stepped back towards the table. Ghost stood up.
“Under different circumstances, in a different restaurant, at an appropriate time, maybe you’d like to, uh… eat with me?” Ghost carefully asked. “I would’ve asked you for a drink, but I know I can’t do that, so—I mean, if you like tea or coffee, that’s….”
Ghost did not get to finish his sentence, but he saw you smiling and nodded once, taking that you understood what he was saying.
“Yeah,” you said. “Totally.”
“Great,” Ghost said. “I can get your number, then? Your name? I don’t know your name. Unless it really is Classified.”
“It is,” you chuckled.
Looking at the table, you saw a clean napkin and took out your pen. You wrote down your number and name as quickly as possible. You gave it to him. He folded it in half and put it into his jacket pocket.
“Thank you,” Ghost said.
“No, thank you,” you replied.
By then, the captain returned and witnessed the exchange.
“Everything alright?” he asked.
“Additional intel. It’s not that important,” you said. “I really wish you guys luck for this mission. Have a great week.”
“Good luck to you, too,” Captain Price said. “Don’t get caught.”
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