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luveline · 9 months

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id love to see eddie and a shy!reader at a concert. r is overwhelmed with the crowd and eddie is being his usual lovely reassuring self

love you sm!

ty for ur request! —eddie insists on taking care of you when you get overwhelmed in the middle of a concert. fem!reader, 1.3k

"This is insane, right?" Eddie asks. Or, yells.

The ground thumps with music. The drum feels as though it's being beaten against your own chest, heat at every angle, lights flashing above and roaming downward. You blink against the purples and blues, your hand sweaty in Eddie's.

"I'm sorry!" you shout, nodding down at your joined hands.

Eddie tucks a limp curl behind his ear. "I'm gonna give you the sweatiest kiss anyone's ever given!"

"Gross," you say, a half second before Eddie's pressing his lips to yours. You can feel the vibrations of the instruments through his skin. It almost tickles, but Eddie's rough touch helps.

It's a nice kiss, but there's so much going on. The crowd swells with a unanimous cheer as one song ends and another begins. Eddie yanks himself away from you to grin at the performance, whooping as his favourite guitarist takes centre stage for an intro. You gulp in dank air, the person standing behind you treading on your shoes for the tenth time in as many minutes, the person to your right smelling of pot and beer, sticky thick.

A firm arm curls around you. "You wanna go up on my shoulders?" Eddie asks. He must be pumping with adrenaline, his kisses quick and plentiful over your cheek as you attempt to answer.

"As if, Eds."

"What, you don't think I can get you up there?"

"I know you can't."

Eddie visibly registers your shifting mood. "Hey," he says, giving your shoulders a jog, "are you okay? You look like you're having a whitey without the smoke, babe!"

"I'm okay, I…" You blink sweat from your eyes. "I'm really hot."

"Take your jacket off, baby. I can hold it for you."

You shrug out of your damp jacket but feel the same. Still, when Eddie says, "Better?" you smile and wrap your arm around his.

"I'm good. Now shut up! This is my favourite one!"

You're not telling the truth, but your enthusiasm fools him. Eddie slides an arm behind your back and you hug each other from the side to sing along. You like the music and you love Eddie, you're not interested in ruining the precious couple of hours you have here tonight. You can grin and bear it. You have been for a while.

Or, you think you can, but you feel something warm on your leg, and you know it's just beer spilled from a crushed plastic cup, but your ears ache as the drum solo starts and fireworks burst at the front of the stage less than forty feet away. The crowd closes in. It's too much.

"Eddie, I think," —he turns to look at you, eyes sparkling— "I need to go to the bathroom. Okay?"

"I'll come with you!"

"No! No, stay here, we'll never get this close to the front again!"

"Are you kidding? What if something happened to you? I'd lose my mind!" Eddie nudges you toward the back of the venue. "Babe, I know the kind of creeps that hang around, I'm not letting you go by yourself!"

You're sick of shouting at him to be heard. "No, I'll hold it!" You won't ruin his night. "I'm okay, I– I swear!"

"Don't be stupid, let's go! It'll be nice to have a break from Doctor Marten," he says, looking quickly behind his shoulder at the perpetrator in question, the guy who keeps nipping your ankles with his thick gummy soles.

You shake your head. Eddie shakes his head back at you incredulously, twining your fingers together as he starts to fight his way through the crowd, dragging you with him. People are ten times as likely to let you move backwards rather than toward the front, and soon the air is cooling, your skin damp and cold as the fresh breeze finally reaches you. The crowd thins. You can stretch your arms out without touching anyone for the first time in nearly an hour.

The relief is enough to have you closing your eyes, savouring the sudden lack of input.

Eddie pulls your hand between both of his, calluses and rings and all the things you love about him scratching your hands as he squeezes you. "Feel better?"

You should've known he knew. Nodding sheepishly, you say, "Yeah."

Your breathlessness must endear you to him. Eddie's on you like a rash. Your jacket slips where it's tucked under his arm, but he doesn't let go of your hand, stepping with one foot between yours, his long hair brushing your chest as he closes the space between you.

"It's a lot, I get it," he says. His voice is rough from yelling, scratchy as hewn stone. "I meant to bring you those ear plugs and I forgot. I'm sorry."

"That's not your responsibility," you say, frowning.

He smiles at you. "You're my girl, aren't you? I look after you 'n' I like doing it." Eddie laughs, the sort of laugh that says, I'm really happy, I love you, and it's easy.

Or maybe you just want it to say that. Regardless, he bumps his forehead into yours and closes his eyes for a few seconds, rubbing your fingers between his mindlessly. "Take a minute. Chill. We can stay on the outskirts for the rest of the night if you need to."

You can deal with being uncomfortable, just not to the level you had been. That was dire. This is fine.

"Sorry for losing our spot," you say, pulling away from him.

"Sorry for putting you in a tough one, babe. How do you feel now? Any better?"

"Yeah, definitely." You pull your elbow up to wipe your burning cheeks.

"Better enough for a very public and disgusting kiss?" he asks.

"How disgusting?" you ask.

"Tongue, for sure."

"That's not that bad."

"Didn't say where, did I?" he asks.

"If you lick my ear I'm gonna have to go hide in the girls bathroom," you warn, flushing at the thought of it alone.

Eddie doesn't give you the kiss he threatened you with, only throws his arms over your shoulders to cup your head, lips pressed to your temple. He rubs your shoulders, and after a moment he starts to sway you both from side to side in time with the slightly less hectic song being performed by the band.

"Chill out," he murmurs. "I don't care where we're standing if I get to stand with you, loser."

You hug his back. You're uncomfortably warm still, but his touch is a remedy for the general frazzle of white noise that had been fizzing between your ears.

"Come on, let's go back," you say. The band starts on a song you know Eddie loves, you've heard it enough.

"I wanna be like, oh, no, I can't tear myself away from you, but I really fucking love this one," Eddie says. He gives you no less than six apology kisses against the bridge of your nose before spinning on his heel to usher you back toward the crowd. Not in the throng of it, but at least you're facing the right way. "Whoo!" he yells.

"Play it louder!" you shout, knowing no one can hear your individual voice over the cacophony. "My boyfriend loves this one!"

"I love this one!" Eddie shouts at the top of his lungs.

Your heart lifts at his huge, beaming smile. All the sweat and noise and raw ankles are worth it just to see him this ridiculously happy. He makes it easier, checking in on you periodically for the rest of the night, and persuading you to leave a little early to escape the rush. When he swings your tired arms between your bodies and declares it the best night ever, you know you can keep on coming to gigs no matter how crazy they get.

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rustys-lodge · 3 months

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Heyyy! i was wondering if i could request a supernatural fic. Deand and sams little sister (10) has been having really bad nightmares and one night she wakes up in a wet bed. This fic would mean a lot because i struggled with this for a long time��🤍 Lots and lots of comfot!!

A/N: sorry for the delay, i accidently didn't save every time i wrote something so i had to rewrite it many times. Also ik the gifs dont match the story but id personally rather have a picture in my mind of who im reading about so yeah ❤️

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You had just woken up-jolted awake-in the dead of night when sticky pyjamas started itching your legs.

You sleepily pulled your leg up, your fingers roaming around to feel for the itchy part when realization hit you-You wet the bed. And as a storm of thoughts started hitting you, tears pooled down your face.

You didn't mean it. You didn't want that to happen. The things haunting your dreams took full control of you. Of your body. You didn't mean for this to happen. What will Sam and Dean think of you. What would they-

"Kid."

A little gasp escaped your throat before you went quiet. You blinked through the tears, still under the shock and fully unprepared.

"Get out, get out. Get out." You histerically shouted, pulling the covers up to hide your body. "Get out!"

But Dean's furrowed eyebrows showed no cooperation. He wasn't about to leave you. And his careful steps contrasting your harsh demand for him to go only showed that.

Your small hands gripped the covers harder as he closed in on you. "Kid, what's gotten into y-"

"Don't-"

"Don't ask me to leave when you obviously need my hel-"

"I don't. Please lea-NO"

A yell that you did not permit escaped your lips when Dean's thigh was only inches away from resting on the bed. "Don't sit! i-i-" A storm of choked up sobs welled up and burst . And it seemed like Dean finally understood when he sighed, understanding and sympathetic.

"Oh kiddo..." His hand gently went for the covers, which you held tighter, but he tugged at it a couple of times and you let go, bringing your legs close to your upper body, enveloping them in a defensive manner.

And just as if you weren't humiliated enough, Sam entered your room, a mixture of worry and sleepiness puzzling his features.

"She..." Dean hesitated, causing embarrassment to flush your cheeks and more tears to gather in your eyes.

"I...I'm sorry. I-I was having such bad nightmares and i-" You sniffled, unable to hold the tears in. "I don't kno-"

"it's okay...Honey, come here." Sam came over, holding his hand out for you to hold. "come here." He softly pulled you out of bed. "Let's go take a quick bath."

You followed Sam to the bathroom, and a shower and a fresh change of clothes later, you find yourself settled in between your pillow,ms, right beside Sam.

He handed you your little bunny when he noticed a change in your features. "Don't...think about it too much, pumpkin." Sam spoke. And it somehow arose that embarrassement and fear within you again. Your cheeks heated up. You were once again feeling the same you were earlier.

"I'm sorry that i caused you troub-"

Your little mumbled was halted when Sam cupped your cheeks, enveloping the entirety of your face. "We're sorry that you have to go through that every night. And that you had to witness the monstrosities of the world at such a young age."

You lowered uour gaze to the ground as he continued. "Please do not apologize to us."

Your brother shifted his body to lay on his side, facing you, and as you did the same, he wrapped his hand around your back, pulling you close to him.

"Nothing can hurt you now. I got you."

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I'm sorry you struggled with that ❤️❤️ i hope this fic brings you the comfort needed ❤️

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antxlss · 8 months

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roadtrip II

pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)

summary: you and anakin get what you need from the sketchy gas station and you uncover a secret anakin has been keeping from you.

warning: suggestive comments

words: 1.9k

a/n: there is going to be another part to this! requests are open! as always, i hope you enjoy! much love! <3

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part one

After a moment, Anakin finally pulls into the gas station.

The place is empty, and Anakin parks his truck near the front door.

"Well, this isn't the craziest looking place. But you gotta' admit, it looks sketchy as hell."

"Let's just get our shit and leave." You complain and hop out of the truck.

Anakin nods as he gets out of the car, following behind you.

As you both approach the front door, Anakin speaks up.

"Do you want me to buy the booze or you?"

"Your idea." You state simply.

"Alright."

Anakin walks to the front of the store, before pushing the door open.

"Do you have any... *ahem*... alcohol?"

He asks, attempting to use his best 'adult' voice.

The person working at the counter doesn't even look up from his phone.

"Yeah, it's over there."

He points to a shelf where alcohol is stored. Anakin walks over to the shelf, grabbing two bottles of cheap vodka and a couple of cheap packs of beer.

You just stand in the corner hoping on everything that they don't try to ID Anakin.

The person behind the counter doesn't even look up as Anakin pays for everything.

Anakin looks at you as he walks out of the store, his face is a mixture of excitement and fear.

"I don't think this place cared at all."

He smiles nervously and holds up the alcohol, grinning at you.

"Holy shit I can't believe that actually worked." You laugh as you hop back into the truck.

Anakin chuckles as you speak.

He climbs into the truck, and turns the keys, starting the engine.

"Oh it definitely shouldn't have worked, but the cashier either just doesn't give two shits, or he's high."

Anakin pauses for a moment and laughs.

"Or both."

"Probably both."

"Well, we got what we need, so that's all that matters. We can take off."

Anakin pauses for a moment.

"Hey, before we go, there's something else I wanted to ask you."

"Okay..."

You were a little confused about what he would want to ask you.

Anakin looks at you for a moment.

"Can you keep a secret?"

He pauses for a moment, and then smiles.

"Or rather... a few secrets."

He glances away, staring out the windshield.

"Anakin? You are scaring me. What did you do?" You nervously chuckle.

Anakin looks at you again, and takes a deep breath.

He hesitates for a moment, before speaking.

"Just swear to me you won't tell anyone, okay? Just promise me."

He pauses for a second, looking at you with genuine concern.

"Promise me, and I'll tell you."

Anakin looks away again, glancing out the windshield as if he isn't ready to hear your answer.

"I promise. When have I ever broken that promise?" You say genuinely.

Anakin's smile quickly returns as you speak.

"Right, you have kept my secrets before."

He looks out the windshield again, and seems to be contemplating what he is going to say.

"So, here's the thing."

Anakin pauses for a moment, looking at you as if he is unsure of your reaction.

"I've... been keeping a few things from you, okay?"

"But. We tell each other everything. We are best friends." Your tone saddened.

"I know, I know, but just hear me out."

Anakin pauses for a second, seeming unsure of what to say next.

"So, you know I went out with Padme, right?"

He looks at you, and you nod.

Anakin sighs.

"Well, after we started dating, Padme and I... uh... *well*, we kinda went a little beyond just kissing, if you catch my drift..."

Anakin's tone changes as he speaks, and it sounds as if he is embarrassed to tell you this.

Padme is Anakin's ex girlfriend. They dated when Anakin and I were Juniors and Padme was a Senior. I hate to admit it, but I was so jealous of her.

She took Anakin away from me. I never saw him when they dated, and when I did, he was different. Towards the end of Junior year we found out that she was cheating on him. She broke his heart.

"What?"

You felt your heart break. You may have been a little delusional, but you always thought you and Anakin would have your first time together.

You were wrong.

You would never tell him that now.

Anakin's face turns red as you speak.

He doesn't make eye contact with you, instead looking out the windshield again.

"Y-yeah, I- I'm being a little dishonest. I've... been sleeping with Padme for the last couple of months."

Anakin pauses, and then glances at you.

"I am so sorry I didn't tell you, I just... I didn't want to hurt you."

"For the last couple months?" You practically yell.

"Why would you do that to yourself? After what she did to you?"

"It just... it just felt right with her, you know? We just... we connected."

Anakin pauses for a moment before speaking again.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really am. I just..."

Anakin shrugs, and glances again at you.

"She asked me to keep it a secret, and... it's hard to say no to her when she asks you something, y'know?"

"Does it not concern you that she asked you to keep it secret? It's like she's embarrassed of you."

The more you thought about it the more your anger and jealousy grew.

Anakin pauses for a moment, as if he is considering your words.

He looks away from you again, and glances back at the windshield.

He speaks, although his voice is slightly trembling.

"I don't think that she is, but... I don't know."

He pauses again.

"Do you think that she is embarrassed of me?"

"I think she's a whore who sleeps around with everyone. You should probably get checked for STD's." You snap and immediately regretted your words.

Anakin's face instantly filled with anger, his eyes widening.

"What the hell do you mean by that, huh?"

He stares at you for moment, and a look of pure fury is on his face.

"Did you just call her a whore?"

His voice is filled with rage, and you can tell that he is very unhappy about what you just said.

"Yes Anakin! And you should too! She fucking cheated on you!" You yell.

Anakin looks at you, his eyes filling with hate.

"She's a good person, she was just confused at the time."

He speaks in a stern voice, anger dripping from every word that he says.

"I don't appreciate you speaking that way of her, okay?"

"She wasn't the one who had pick you up and put you back together after she broke you. That was me." Tears started to blur your vision.

"I've never seen you so sad. And I'd rather die than watch you go through that again."

Anakin's voice softens, as he sees the tears in your eyes.

"Hey."

He pauses for a moment, and then speaks.

"I know you care about me..."

He glances away again, and his tone of voice is sad.

"And I know that you don't want to see me hurt. I don't want to be hurt again, either. And I'm thankful to have a friend like you. You have helped me a lot..."

Anakin sighs, and looks ahead to the road.

"Let's just talk about something else."

You wipe the tears away and look out the window and watch the trees go by.

Anakin nods, glad to change the subject.

"Sounds good to me. Is there anything you want to talk about?"

He glances at you, seemingly still slightly upset, but much more calm than he was before.

"I don't know." You sigh.

You honestly didn't care what you talked about as long as we were off the Padme subject. You and Anakin always ended up fighting when talking about her.

Anakin laughs softly, and seems amused at your response.

He pauses for a moment, and then speaks again.

"Let me change it up a bit."

He looks at you with a smile, before asking another question.

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you Anakin, you're the most important person in the world to me, even though you piss me off sometimes." You laugh.

Anakin smiles, and looks ahead to the road.

"You piss me off too, you know."

He pauses for a moment, and glances back at you with a grin.

"I don't know where I would be in life without you, honestly. You're... you're important to me too, and you've helped me through so much."

"Do you even like me anymore Skywalker?" You ask him.

Anakin's face turns serious as you speak.

"Course I do!"

He glances at you, and smiles.

"I know that we fight a lot, but I don't know what I would do without you. Even though things might be complicated with Padme, I could never hate you."

"I'm am more important to you than Padme?"

You didn't even mean to say it. It just slipped out.

Anakin looks at you for a moment, and pauses before speaking.

"In the sense that, if I were given a choice between you or her?"

He takes a deep breath, and then continues.

"Yes. Even though I'm dating her, you are, you have, and *always* will be number one with me."

He pauses for a moment, and smiles.

"Don't ever doubt that, alright?"

You let out a sigh of relief. You'd rather have Anakin as a best friend than as nothing at all. Even though you crave him a something more.

Anakin glances over at you again, and smiles.

"So, we're good, right?"

He pauses for a moment.

"Cause I really do want you to know that I care about you, alright, it's just... things are complicated."

Anakin shrugs, letting out a sigh.

"But that's a me problem, not a you problem, I hope you know that."

"I know." You look at him.

"I'm always here for you okay? For anything and everything."

Anakin smiles, and glances back at you from the road.

"I know you are, thank you. It means a lot to me."

He pauses for a moment, and then speaks.

"And I'm always here for you too, okay? For anything and everything."

Anakin smiles slightly, and shifts his focus back to the road again.

"Enough of this sappy shit for the rest of the trip. This is our last week together. Let's make it count." You sit up straight in your

seat.

Anakin lets out a laugh at your words, and nods in agreement.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

He grips the wheel, and turns the car onto the main road.

"So, what do we want to do this week to make it count?"

"We're gonna find parties to go to and get shit-faced." You laugh.

Anakin is caught off guard by your suggestion, and shakes his head with a laugh.

"And here I thought I was the reckless one."

He pauses for a moment, and glances at you with a smile.

"But sure, I'm down. It'd be nice to forget about... everything, even if it just for a little bit."

"Yeah..." You agree.

Anakin looks ahead to the road, and thinks for a moment.

"Do you know of any good parties?"

He pauses, and then glances at you with a smirk.

"If not, I'm sure that I could figure out where some are."

"Sounds good."

You close your eyes and fall asleep as Anakin drives you both to the beach.

part 3

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williaml0ver · 3 months

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☆ <3 Naib Subedar General Dating Headcanons ☆ <3

[🖇️] word count: 1423

[🖇️] warnings: g/n reader, talks of ptsd, miscommunication, not proofread wdgaf!!!!!

[🖇️] author's note: I don't really know how big the IDV fandom is since i am still quite new to both the game and tumblr itself. I have no experience in writing so i am sorry if my work seems tacky, i will be working on it 😭 Like i said I don't know if this fandom is active here so someone will either read this or i will be feeding myself self delusion for these sweet characters. I'm confused but i got the spirit id love to make some mutual followers!!!!

I love Naib. He's so precious i want to cuddle and take ibuprofen with him. I'd like to write more about him if i stick around.

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-You are his soft spot.

-Everyone in the manor would notice that his attitude changes when he's alone with you.

-He is going to absolutely always have his eyes on you when you're near. It's his love language.

-Naib's life has been forever stained by his early years in poverty and fighting during war, after so many hardships he would definitely try his best to make his loved one feel safe. He couldn't stand losing someone close once again. Showing you that you can feel protected near him means the same as saying "i love you".

-Naib is a mature person but you may sometimes hear flirtatious compliments from him.

-He sometimes questions himself why do you love him. While he doesn't necessarily understand he doesn't need any answers - he will cherish the moment as long as it lasts, making sure you know he is devoted to you.

-Naib may be a little insecure, but he'd like you to think he actually isn't. Whenever you'd praise him he would answer "I know".

-He's not afraid of showing you affection in public. And while he's not going to make a big show out of it, he would simply kiss your palms and hold them. Or hold you by your waist, sending death glares. That's enough for everyone around to understand that you're his and if someone messes with you they better start running.

-If you ever tell him you feel threatened by someone, he will tell you to go to his dorm and take matters into his own hands. You can beg as much as you like, but he will never tell you what he did.

-When someone hurts you, someone attempts to hurt him too.

-A lot of people may consider his ways rather weird, but to him, as someone who was forced to be the head of his household, defending his significant other is something very important.

-He would stand up for you every time.

-If no one is paying attention to what you're saying, he'd quickly tell everyone to let you speak.

-When he comes back injured from a match, if it's not something life threatening, he prefers when you take care of him. He's capable of bandaging himself etc. but the fact that his dearest one worries about him makes him feel loved.

-While Naib is protective it doesn't mean he believes you are defenseless. He will respect if you want to be individual, he hopes you understand that you are free to do whatever you desire, though if in need, he will instantly be there. If you are scared or anxious, please come to him.

-He may not be the tallest, but he is still strong, he wouldn't mind carrying you if you're tired.

-If you ask him to teach you some self defense moves, he would proudly instruct you.

-He may not always read you properly. But he's not doing it on purpose. Tell him about your mood and he'll do anything in his power to cheer you up.

-His protectivness may lead to some arguments. He is not going to hesitate to scold you for doing something rather dumb.

-He could come out as mean sometimes.

-If you are injured, he is going to take it very seriously. That moment pulls a big trigger. Naib becomes very aggresive.

-He worries. A lot. He is afraid of hurting you because he is aware of his mental struggles. He may even raise his voice at you - but while it seems scary please be understanding. He's never had a lover before and he wants to shield you from danger. He tries to quickly apologize to you.

-He just needs you to be safe.

-Communication is key in your relationship.

-Early in your relationship, there may be some misunderstandings. At first glance, Naib may seem closed off. He is not the best with his words.

-He TRIES for you.

-As a soldier, he developed an unhealthy habit of keeping every emotion to himself. It will take a lot of time for both of you to open up. You promised to Naib that if anything ever bothers you, you will immediately talk to him. And vice versa.

-He's a man of few words, he may struggle with talking you through it, however he's going to make sure his partner feels comforted and heard.

-His advices are always well thought and wise.

-You spend a lot of time together just talking about your worries, thoughts or hopes. Sometimes in his bed, sometimes on a peaceful walk. He may make a few comments, or give advice if you ask him, though he mainly just listens carefully and holds you. He wants you to feel like he's a boulder that stabilizes you.

-While supporting you, he has issues with opening up with his worries. He fears you would call him weak.

-Naib struggles with PTSD, therefore he's also in need of comfort and reassurance. He likes when you ground him, by covering him with your body, your face hidden in his chest. But there are also times when he may push you away during one of those times. It's important for you to keep talking to him. Not shaming him for who he is.

-He desires honesty.

-He'd like you to sing him to sleep.

-He is a considerate lover. While he rarely initiates any touches without reason or words of affirmation, Naib shows his love by being with you.

-But when the touches or kisses ARE initiated, you know he absolutely means it all.

-Speaking of which, he doesn't have a need to take you out for fancy dates. But don't take it wrong. He thinks all you need is spending time together, simply in bed or on a walk in solitude. If you don't feel like talking - that is fine too. You can sit on the grass and watch him train. Those are worth more than the most expensive restaurant. That doesn't mean he will never take you to a more lively place though.

-Naib isn't also keen on huge, extravagant gifts. Roses, necklaces, love letters are his favourite of showering his lover with romance.

-He is a good listener. He remembers several small details about your interests or preferences.

-Extremely supportive. He may not word it directly, but he worships you. Your inside and outside. He would very indescretely check you out when you wear something pretty.

-If you ask nicely, he is going to give you some of his clothing. He feels absolutely proud of the fact that his love wants to wear something that is his AND he could smell them when wearing it later.

-He would keep a photo of you in his pocket, along with a photograph of his mother. He captioned it "My treasure" in his native tongue. He never tells you what it means.

-His favourite photo of you is a picture of you wearing his elbow pads.

-Pet names are not his thing. Though on rare occasions he will refer to you as his love, or his treasure.

-A treasure he worships and is willing to die for. Naib may be very reckless when it comes to your safety. You have to make sure he is well taken care of as well. He enjoys taking baths with you, when you wash his hair and cuddle.

-Although enjoyable, he sometimes may push away your need for physical closeness. He just sometimes needs to be left alone. It's always good to ask if he would like to be touched. Consent is very important for Naib. He doesn't mind it if you are very clingy. In fact, it makes him feel appreciated. He himself though thinks that intimate contact is meant only for special situations.

-One of the few ways into his heart is, of course, through his stomach. He loves waking up to breakfast made by his lover. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just the fact that you cared enough to prepare something for him is enough.

-He would love to show you some traditional nepali dishes and guide you while preparing them!

-As cliche as it seems, he'd like it if you'd directly feed him.

-I feel like he swears a lot, both in english and nepali. You'd unawarely pick up a few of them because of him. He would feel surprised that you paid so much attention to him you even managed to memorize a few words in a foreign language.

-He'd teach you a few sentences in nepali if you'd ask.

☆ ☆ ☆

This took longer than expected to. The way i had to post this once again because of a certain issue. Ijbol... i'm kind of intimidated by this fandom. By the way if anyone's reading this i'd love to do William headcanons next omg

#idv #identity v #naib subedar #naib idv #idv hcs #idv headcanons #idv naib subedar #naib subedar hcs #naib subedar x reader

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abiiors · 10 months

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self indulgent because i was sad last night and doing the math on time change it was about 9 hours between where i am and where matty is (lol do i have a problem?) currently being attacked before 10 am with his ripped shirt

but maybe reader had a tough day at work and was not as good with communication as they normally would be with their long distance agreements, and just tries to keep it together when matty can finally get a hold of her and ask what’s up and he’s so sweet telling her she can always complain to him about her crappy days he wants to be the one she can lean on when she needs the extra care

aww babe, i’m so sorry. i hope you’re feeling better now tho <3

just something small and fluffy!

you have not left the bed for a few hours now.

in fact, you haven’t left the bed at all since coming back from work and throwing yourself onto it; work clothes and all. normally, the thought of being in bed with outside clothes would have made you cringe. today, however, exhaustion dictates everything.

your phone, plugged into its charger, buzzes on the nightstand for the tenth time. you already know it’s matty, sending a reel or a funny tweet or even just a random message about something silly but the thought of extending your arm to pick up the phone is too much. everything is too much.

and so, matty and his messages remain unseen.

you close your eyes again, thinking of all the work piling up in your inbox at this moment. no matter how much you do, it seems unending—something new always getting thrown at you when you’re least expecting it.

your phone buzzes again. and this time it keeps buzzing. it’s a phone call.

groaning, you inch your body close to the nightstand like a pathetic worm and tilt the phone to look at the caller id. of course, it’s matty. and of course you can’t ignore him again. it would be cruel to make him worry about you when he’s all the way in america; on another continent, in a time zone hours behind you.

“hi baby,” you answer with as much cheer as you can muster. it’s a facetime call and there’s no other option but to plaster a saccharine-sweet smile on your face.

“hi my darling,” he smiles before launching into his story. “so you know how i’ve been making a set list for the next show? well, ross and i thought it’d be hilarious if—what’s wrong?”

it’s like his entire mood shifts between one word and the next, the cheeky smile fading away into a frown and you feel yourself grimace.

“what?” you sit up, propped up against the pillows and acting like you have no idea what he’s talking about. “what do you mean, what’s wrong.”

matty’s lips press into a straight line. he’s not impressed, and he’s not happy with you either. because his eyes are trained on your soft grey blouse which is certainly not something you wear at home or to bed.

“you’re playing dumb, love,” he scolds lightly, “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t wanna start, matty. i’ll get over it, i promise.” you feel your lip wobbling halfway through that reassurance. still, a deep, shaky breath composes you a little. “i want to hear about the set list. come on.”

but matty’s having none of it. “you can hear about it when you tell me what’s wrong.”

letting out a loud sigh you wonder if it’s worth getting into. this is going to lead to more frustration and crying and he’s not even here to hug you till every other worry disappears. no, he’s not here to dote on you and let you whine like a baby about every minor (and major) inconvenience.

internally, you curse america and his stupid band and the stupid shows and probably everything else you can think of in the ten second span before matty speaks again.

“talk to me, darling,” he urges gently, “you’ve not talked to me all day.”

it’s true. you have been rather shit at communicating today. sighing, you give in.

“it’s work,” a dry laugh, “it’s always work.”

matty’s eyes soften in sympathy. he knows it’s been a bit hard lately. for him too, being on the road is never easy but he knows it’s worse for you. that being away for too long makes your separation anxiety start acting up.

“tell me more.”

“i don’t wanna complain to you all the time, babe. it’s always the same thing. it gets too much, i get overwhelmed and come crying to you. the same cycle.”

if he were here right now, he would already be letting you cry into his chest, kissing it all better. but since he is not, you have to resort to smushing your face into his pillow and groaning in frustration.

“okay you listen to me,” his voice is stern but his eyes remain soft and loving. “you never. ever. have to worry about complaining to me. ever. now tell me more about what’s bothering you at work.”

you swallow past the lump in your throat and sniffle lightly. “it’s just all so much, matty. the thought of logging into my emails tomorrow makes me want to cry. there are so many that i haven’t even opened yet.”

he stays quiet for a second, a pensive expression on his face before he breaks out into another smile.

“alright, time to bring out the big guns.” he walks around his hotel room in search of something—his laptop, it becomes clear a moment later—before plopping down onto his bed.

“tell me your login details.”

“what?” there’s confusion written all over your face.

“i’m not doing anything stupid, love. just give me your login details.”

“not that i don’t trust you,” you reply cautiously, “but what are you doing?”

“offering you my precious personal assistant services,” he beams. “they are in high demand, mind you. now come on. login details. i’m just going to sort your emails for you.”

his words unleash the floodgates. through grateful sobs and quiet sniffles, you rattle off the email id and password—it’s his name and your anniversary date which makes him giggle and reveal that his password is almost identical. your name and birthday.

once you’ve calmed down a bit and wiped your nose on your shirt sleeve like a child, you take a proper look at him—slightly tired, but happy and smiling. and handsome as ever.

“thank you,” you whisper, “i mean it, babe. this helps so much.”

“anything for you,” he smiles and then narrows his eyes. “next time,” his finger is right in front of you, occupying the better part of the screen, “if you shut down on me again… i was almost worried, you know?”

“i’m sorry,” you pout, knowing it’s his weakness. he has no chance of keeping his resolve in front of the pout. he breaks; shaking his head while trying to contain his smile.

“now," you return his small smile, "tell me about this set list…”

#✉️#♤: matty blurbs #the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty x reader #matty x you #matty healy fluff #the 1975 fluff #matty healy blurb

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fruitybashir · 21 hours

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Do you know the thought process behind Bojan going from "This dude gave me two concussions, head, and then said 'I have to work tomorrow' and proceeded to leave", to "I wanna do it again"-?

I should be studying but instead I'm mourning Holidate - the normal amount of mourning

does deep character analysis of rpf fanfic not count as studying? what has the world come to .....

welllllll as i mentioned in the "how did bojan fall in love" post, he already had a crush on kris, superficially at first, but since theyve started ro become friends, definitely more. like hes already attracted to kris from the start. so theres that going into the situation

and also like. first of all, kris is not exactly subtle in his attraction to bojan either, he doesnt want to admit it at this point, obviously, but hes literally the one shoving bojan against wall, getting his leg up to grind against him better, commanding bojan to get to the bedroom and then just goes down on him like-- come on krisko, baby, youre not that hard to figure out.

and bojan definitely clocks the "i have work tomorrow" as a little freak out and trying to escape a suddenly very awkward situation + he sees kris sit in his car for like a solid ten minutes just staring ahead, touching his fingers to his lips like hello.

secondly, hes very honest with kris the next day when he explains his intentions. like the whole "well, we're attracted to each other, you already sucked my dick so how much more awkward can this possibly get anyways + i wanna explore my sexuality and id rather do it with someone i trust" like none of that was a lie or a cover for anything else, that was him being completely honest. he wants to experiment and he currently has one guy sitting in front of him that hes attracted to, who is attracted to him, and hes like. well. two birds with one stone. or whatever. easy solution.

because heres the second thing: bojan doesnt think. god bless him, at least hes pretty.

jk but like, hes the opposite of kris in that way. kris constantly overthinks, stresses out about potential situations and consequences and goes through a list of a million things that could go wrong and that ends up holding him back from a lot of things. bojan just doesnt. hes much more focused on the here and now, so when this situation presents itself, his main thought is basically just "well whats the worst that could happen? :)"

(you could fall in love and have a meltdown over it. thats the worst that could happen. but whatever.)

and bojan is also very direct in asking for things he wants or is interested in, he doesnt hold back much bc he doesnt think about it too hard, he just gives it his best shot and sees what comes of it. like when he asks kris to cum in his mouth on his second go at a blowjob or just outright asks kris to fuck him lmao.

in that situation hed like to explore his sexuality more with kris because he thinks hes hot, so he just asks for it.

#does that. does that even answer the question really? theres not really a lot of thought going on so this is a lot of talking around it but #i hope thats still a satisfying answer in some way djcms #inbox #sparkles-oflight #lore

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yeesss frat boy bad boy but also soft boy era just slaps. slaps so fkn hard. and yeah him going to jail, i know thats horrible, but hot.. and it couldve have happened at a better time aesthetically speaking. and the fact he was the only one who got multiple felonies… sizzling

can we talk about the vibe he switches to when he’s not dressing like his aesthetic. the plain black skinny jeans or swim shorts, the soft cap, a hoodie or a plain tshirt, classic vans, cross necklace. he goes from “hot frat boy rock and roll, dont give a fk” to “kind soul mama’s boy would live on the beach if you let him”. Ugh, such a sweetheart.

hold on, fights in the club!?!?!? yeah im with you thats insanely hot. idk why it is but men fightingi know nothing abt this pls fill me, i’m getting popcorn! - aussie anon

the reason why him going to jail was hot was bc it wasn't for a serious, criminal offense. he went for breaking and entering. and for fake ids. like… none of that is deeply unsettling or really surprising, given what his career was at the time lol

if he had went for battery or something a little more scary, then it wouldn't be as attractive, so to speak. bc then it's a concern, a problem, rather than a fun story to tell.

it's always so interesting the way his style switches up. bc he has some random pieces in his wardrobe, even to this day, that are like…. that doesn't fit your overall aesthetic, but i appreciate that you have them. anytime he wears anything pink, my heart just melts.

so for the fighting in the club thing, he's never outwardly admitted what has occurred or why it kinda happens frequently, but he explained very briefly once during a livestream that he is banned from a couple clubs in la and vegas bc of him and brennen almost getting into fights with guys. my bet is that it was mostly brennen's fault, but there have been times now of colby on his own or with other friends almost getting into fights.

but he has never explained why, and it's infuriating. i need to know why it almost happens. like, is the other dude being a dick? is colby starting the fights? what's the M.O here? literally in december it happened to him again! like….. i NEED a story time or something lol

#ask #personal #colby brock

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kalopses-sonderes · 2 years

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Wanted pt.3

‼️Discontinued A Pure Vanilla Vs Millennial Tree x Baker! Reader

a/n: This is my 500th post💃🏽

previous part

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“Um, Millennial tree.. theres someone behind you..” You and the yellow haired cookie behind Millennial tree made eye contact

“Pure Vanilla, seems you found-” Millennial Tree turned around and saw Wind Archer tied up, passed out, and being held by the arm by Pure Vanilla. “..Why do you have Wind Archer, and would you mind getting your staff out of my face.” Pure vanilla holds his staff back to his side.

Pure vanilla drops Wind Archer. “Baker, im very sorry about the posters. They werent made by any of the cookies in the kingdom you so graciously made. We have been framed to make you think we’re the bad guys, but we arent!” Pure vanilla pays no mind to Millennial Tree. “I can keep you safe, like I did once before!” He started to sound more desperate with every word.

“All empty promises and words that hold no meaning, Disgusting.” Millennial Tree spat.

“I do believe you have no say in promises with the many promises you made just for them to be broken..” Pure Vanilla said with a face that sent shivers down your spine.

“I had my reasons and you know that!” Millennial Tree yelled.

You didnt know what to say. Somehow Pure vanilla, as they call him, protected you before. Theres tension between Millennial Tree and him. Wind Archer is passed out and tied up. You just want to disappear and not be involved in this mess.

“I’ll kill you before you can be in arms reach of baker.” Millennial Trees words snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Before you do, all that, explain whats going on.” You crossed your arms.

“Its a long story baker, please leave the situation to us-” Millennial Tree started.

“No! I have been dragged around, not knowing whats going on! I deserve explanation!” You interrupted.

They’ve never seen so upset, especially at them. Before, you were the nicest person in the world. You would never yell at anyone or anything, you were very calm and collected, well that was before the incident. The never saw you again, until a few days ago when you arrived back down to earthbread. You changed.

“Alright, you might wanna sit for this.” Millennial Tree said.

…

~A few years ago~

(Millennial Trees Pov)

I was in love with baker, and a few cookies said I was calculated and had a way with words like no other cookie around and thats why Baker loved me too. But my best friend also loved Baker, he didnt know I also loved them. Im not sure what to do. I made a promise to him, if i were to ever gain feelings for baker I would let him confess first.

“Are you alright? You’ve been more quiet then normal.” My best friend, Pure Vanilla said.

“Mm, Im fine, just tired.” I just can’t tell him about this situation. It will be a conflict, but it can be postponed to a later time.

“Oh! Well, it is rather later, how about you stay here tonight, id hate for you to walk this late.” He said with a smile.

Im laying in the bedroom next to my Bestfriend. Im not sure what im feeling. Maybe its envy? Pure Vanilla has so many accomplishments and is very popular, what if Baker doesnt like me, but instead him? Id be happy for him on the outside, but the inside. I’d be but a wilting flower in a cage that was stripped of its dreams to be in the golden sunlight.

“Oh Baker, how do you do it? You have two people madly in love with you, but give neither of us more attention or affection than the other. Maybe you know what you’re doing and just making a game of us to make us work for your love. Oh but I’ll love you no matter how many games you make of me.” I whisper while dozing off to sleep.

Im walking down the grand stairs to the dining room, Pure Vanilla woke me up and told me to get ready because theres a guest coming for breakfast, and a special surprise.

The way to the dining is long, but I’ll take the shortcut. I walk behind the grandstairs, by the garden, I was gonna walk past it, but I saw Baker standing alone in the Garden. I open the glass door, I feel the cool breeze that greeted me the second I stepped out the door.

“Baker, might I ask why your standing here alone?” I say as I walk up to them.

They turn around to look at me, then smile. “Just enjoying the scenery, care to join me.” They put their hand out for me to hold.

I hold their hand and offer a small smile.

We’ve been hold hand, walking around the garden, and just enjoying each others company for who knows how long. The thought of going back inside to eat with Pure Vanilla left our minds long before.

“Hey um, can I ask you something?” Baker said to me as she stopped in the direct center of the garden, the best spot.

“Anything.” I say as I put my hand on their cheek.

“I.. Millennial Tree I love you..” Baker could barely look me in the eyes as they said that.

Before I could respond our moment was cut off by Pure Vanilla.

“How could you Millennial Tree! You left me alone to go be alone with Baker, the person I loved and you knew that!”

I looked more guilty than I have before. He never calls me by my full name, usually just ‘Tree’.

“Im sorry Pure Vanilla, I dont love you.” Baker said while looking off in the distance.

“I-” Pure Vanilla started to choke on his words. “Please.. You have too, all the special moments we had..” He was on the verge of tears.

“Im sorry, I only saw you as a friend. Sometimes like an older brother.” Baker seemed more shy.

Pure Vanilla went in side without saying another word.

“Pure Vanilla wait!” I ran after him, leaving baker to be alone in the garden once more.

He Went into his room and locked the door, im to late so im locked out.

“Pure Vanilla please let me in!”

“You knew i loved them Millennial Tree.”

“Im sorry..”

“What about our promise Millennial Tree.”

“I loved them even before we made the promise.”

There was shuffling in his room, then it stopped, them he opened the door and walked right past me with something in his hand.

“Pure Vanilla whats in your hand?!” I try to reach for it and then he pushes me back to the ground.

Pure vanilla sped walked to the garden as I struggled to keep up. When I made it to the garden Pure vanilla was talking to Baker, he then focused his gaze on me, then gave me that one smile that i will forever hate. He grabbed baker then clicked the button on the thing he was holding. Then they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

…

(Back to 3rd person pov)

…

When Millennial Tree finished talking, you stayed silent for a bit. “Well, what happened to ’me’ next? Before, Pure Vanilla said ‘he was trying to protect me’”

“Pure Vanilla do you mind explaining?” Millennial Tree smiled at Pure Vanilla.

Pure Vanilla scoffed then walked away.

“Wait! I need to kno-” He tried to run after him but Millennial Tree grabbed you.

“He stored you in the basement under the castle, you had no contact with anyone besides him. and of course, you lost your mind. But thats a story for another time dear.”

Pure Vanilla came to come get me but left without putting up a real fight, somethings off. You thought.

“I can tell what your thinking, it was a promise thats why. Now get some sleep We’ll be leaving at dawn.” Millennial Tree says as he grabs Wind archer and leaves the room.

…

To be continued..

#crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #self aware au #self aware crk #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla x reader #pure vanilla cookie run #pure vanilla #pure vanilla cookie run kingdom #yandere cookie run #yandere cookie run ovenbreak #yandere x reader #self+aware+crk #yandere millennial tree #millennial tree cookie run #millenial tree cookie

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asmutwriter · 11 months

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You Saved Me (Part 15)

DESCRIPTION: (season 11) After a long day at work you get back home and receive a phone call from an emotionally (or as emotional as he gets) Dean Winchester

A/N - I hope you guys don’t mind the fact that I write fluff content to try and help show the build up of their relationship. I feel like it helps you see their dynamic grow if it has some angst and fluff rather then just pure smut. I say this, I do have an idea for a smutty scene so stay tuned for that

WORD COUNT: 2350

From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: swearing, light implications of insomnia/anxiety, flirting,

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

- Not been proof read

“Thank you Hope... for saving our son” the woman says as she holds your hands. You smile at her.

“Its my pleasure to help” you look at her as she kisses your hands. She heads over to her son. You pick up the box that now contains the demon inside of it. Going to your car and driving to your secure lock up. Filled with various items used for securing demons and ghosts. Or cult items used for worship. Anything that youve dealt wih that holds significant power you have kept safe here. You place the new addition onto one of the shelves. Blessing the room before you leave.

You unlock your front door. Loking it again behind you as you place the keys onto the hook. Hearing a soft humming coming from the living room. You walk in. The two girls curled up under a blanket on the sofa. Billy on the floor with his back resting agaisnt the same sofa. The three of them watching a film “Sorry Im so late back. Had a problem at work that meant I had to stay overtime”

“Its ok mum. We ordered a chinese. Left some of it for you in the fridge” Anna says, titling her head to look at you. You smile. Going over and kissing the top of her head

“You guys all done you’re homework?” they nod “oh you guys are so good. I’ll be in in a second” you smile at them as you go into the kitchen. Grabbing out the leftivers and heatung it up. Then joinging them in the living room as they watch their film. Once it finishes they slowly make their way to bed. Lydia having a quick shower, Billy making them all a hot drink as Anna packs her school bag ready for the morning. You unload the dishwasher as you takj to him “Ive already said this to the girls but I have a work thing tomorrow afternoon so I wont be able to pick you guys up from school. You’ll have to get the bus back”

“God I hate the bus”

“I know. Im sorry. But I can drive you in so you all get a lie in” you smile at him as he chuckles.

“When they come in here tell them their drinks are ready. Im going to bed” he smiles “night”

“Goodnight” you say as he walks out. A few minutes later and botht e girl walk in. They take their drinks and also say goodnight. Heading off to their rooms. You do your usual check of the house. Making sure all the doors are locked and secure before reteiring to your bed. Getting in you snuggle under the soft duvet. Jumping slightly as you hear your ohone buzz, Turning on the bedside lamp you pick it up. Why was he ringing ths late at night? you answer it.

“Hey Rose” he says.

“Dean. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. I just thought that I should be better at keeping in touch with you. As we always say we will and never do. Thought Id start the process of it”

“But this late at night?”

“Its not- shit sorry. Didnt realise how late it had gotten. I’ll leave you to sleep” you shake your head as you rest your head down on pillow.

“No its ok. Its nice to hear from you. Like you said, we need to keep in contact more often then we do as we always say we will” a soft chuckle coming down the phone. “Did you have a hunt today then?”

“Yeah. Had a bit of a weird case today and I needed to talk to someone to help clear my head”

“What was the case?”

“A banshee. It really managed to screw with my head today. Quite badly screwed with it infact. But thats enough about my life. How are you and the girls? And Billy now I guess?”

“Theyre all good. We had a bit of a ghost problem in our old house so we had to move but that was a few months ago now”

“A ghost problem? ANd you didnt call me?” you laugh slightly

“Im a grown up. I can deal with my own ghosts” a soft chuckle coming down the phone

“How did the others react to you javeing a haunted house?”

“Well... they dont know. Well the girls dont anyway. Billy saw the spirit. He doesnt liek talking about it as he thinks hes going insane but he saw her. I didnt tell the girls. I just said that we had to move. Thankfully they know how I am with staying in one place to long so didnt question it”

“They dont know about the ghost then?”

“They dont know about ghosts period. And I plan on keeping it that way. The less they know about monsters the better”

“I agree with you on that” you rub yoru eyes slightly. Standing up you wrap your dressing gown around you as you head to the kitchen. You dont register that he was talking to you as you walked until you hear him say your name “Kat?”

“Sorry what did you say?” he laughs, you can almsot hear him shaking his head

“I asked how long youve been in your new place”

“Oh gosh. About 9 months Id say” you grab a cereal bar from the cupbaord “how long have youlived in your place?”

“We moved in about three years ago”

“Its just you and Sam there right?”

“Yeah. I mean Cas lives with us too but not constantly”

“Ive not heard you talk about Cas before”

"Hes just a friend of ours. Hes an angel”

“An angel? As in...”

“Yeah. Feathers, harps, robes, all that shit”

“I jave images of you and your brother being serrenaded each morning as you wake by a random man wearing a robe and playing a harp” he laughs

“Sadly not quite that ammusing” you chuckle soflt

“Thats a shame. Id pay money to see that”

“I would too” you smile as you finish off your food. Standing up you turn off the kitchen light. Going back into your room you hang your dressing gown on the back of the door before you climb into bed. Sitting cross legged with the duvet over your lower half. “What does he look like then? This angel friend of yours”

“Why? You hoping hes cute so you can get laid?”

“Shut up” a chuckle going down the phone “no I was just curious as to if he looked like how the bible depicts them to look like”

“No. Similar to demons they posess people so they look like whoever they are possessing. But angels have to ask for permission”

“Oh at least they are keen on peoes consent to be a meat puppet” another soft chuckle down the phone. You smile down the phone

“Thining of friends, how is... whats her name...” a pause as he thinks. “Tash. Thats her name. How is she?” you let out a small scoff as you roll your eyes

“Im not sure. Havent heard from her directly in about 3 weeks. She moved to Spain”

“Oh...”

“Please do sound more disapointed” you say sarcasticly “really helps buid up my attraction towards you”

“No I- I didnt mean it like that” you chuckle as he tries to backtrack

“Just keep digging dude. Keep digging”

“I just wanted to know how she was doing. Thats all”

“Oh of course. Defiantly not because you wanted to ask me for her number a you forgot to get it when you last saw her”

“SHut up” you smile as you grab your water from your side, sipping it slightly “do you have her number though?”

“I do. But I feel liker he new boyfriend might be a bit pissed at me if I gave it to you” you laugh as he lets out an annoyed sigh

“Just a quick thing. Next time lead with that information”

“Aww but it was funny hearing you sound all hopeful” you mock him down the phone

“Bitch” he playfully mutters down the phone

“Im offended. Truly” you let out a soft laugh as he pauses on the other side

“WHat did you mean by your attraction towards me?” you can hear the smirk in his voice

“Wh-what do you mean?” you curxe at yourself silently for sutterong

“You said that it helos build up your attraction towards me. Just wanted to know what you eamtn by that exactly?” the teasing in his voice evident.

“I said it sarcasticly so...” you shrug “wouldnt think to much into it” you smile as he lets put a soft ‘uh huh’ down the phone.

“You sure that it doesnt mean that you have secretly have the hots for me?”

“You wish” he chuckles slightly. His voice goi g lower as he speaks

“I dont make you squirm just by the sound of my voice? That you dont think of me on those lonely nights when its just you and your thoughts?” you move slightly. Trying to think of a good comeback as his words go straight to your core.

“Idiot” you mutter. He chuckles

“Thats the best you got?”

“SHut up. Its late and I wasnt expecting this conversation”

“SO what you have to have a comeback prethpught of?”

“How would me hanging up on you be for a comeback?”

“Ok ok. Im sorry” you roll your eyes “I get it though. I am devilishly handsome”

“I would so kick your ass right now if you were here”

“Oh Id like to see you try sweetheart” once again you can hear the cocky grin on his face. You glare at the wall as you hear him let out a soft chuckle.

“how is Sam?”

“Hes good. He met someone tday that I think hes pretty keen on. Of course he would never admit that” you chuckle soflty

“Of course not” you smile down the phone “How about you? You got any fancy ladies?” he chuckles soflty. Pausing for a little bit before he answers

“Im very much single” he says, you can hear a soft smile on his voice “how about you? You got any special man? Or woman for that matter?”

“No. To both of those. I did go on a date a couple of weeks ago withh a guy”

“Oh yeah? How did that go?”

“It went well. Very well actually. Until I realised he didn actually like kids. Very much disliked children. SO I just kind of... left him... didnt really think we would becompatable considering I have three”

“Three? When did you pop anotherone out?”

“Im incorporationg Billy into the mix. Gotta include the adoptive son” he chuckles slightly

“Yes. Having met him I can picture him being quite upset if you didnt consider him one of yours”

“Oh very much so. He insisited we had new family pictures done proffesionally so he was part of them. Its cute to be honest. I think hes just happy that he has a family again. Only downside is that Im more outnumbered when it comes to thwm asking for a pet”

“Oh really?”

“Yep. Im not keen on getting a pet anything. Lyida really wants a pet cat and Anna was never bothered. So it was essentially even. But now Billy wants a cat to. SHes done some sort of jedi mind trick on him to want to get one I think” he chuckles

“You could get a cat”

“No. Dont you side with them either”

“You could though. Really help add to your stress levels I feel. Needing to look after another living thing” you roll your eyss at his sarcasm

“Theyd look after it well enough. They always forget to drink and eat themselves but are great at reminding each other to do it” he chuckles softly down the phone

“Yeah that sounds about right. Exactly like their mother”

“SHut up” you glare down the phone, hearing him let out another chuckle. You smile. There was something about bis laugh that coule easliy light up a room. You mentally shake yourself before mvoing under your duvet. STretching your legs out under the soft sheets, hearing Dean let out a muffled yawn on th enother end of the line. You chuckle slighty “Am I keeping you up?”

“No. Defiantl not. I did ring you so its me whos keeping you up, surely”

“ou arent wrong. But it is-” you look at the clock on the bedside table “12:06am. So I understand if you’re tired” he laughs slightly.

“Ive stayed up way later then this”

“We cant pull an all nighter”

“And why not?” although the tone in his voice was slightly mocking, the way it sounded made you realise he was asking it as a genune question as well.

“No we cant. I have work tomorrow. Plus I have to get the girls and Billy to school” a soft ‘oh’ leaves his lips. The sadness in his voice making your heart break. You shut your eyes. Trying to think of a solution that meets you both. “I would say that you’re welcome to come round. But its very late and I imagine you wont want to travel far just for the sake of a sleepover”

“Id like to. A lot actually. But I shouldnt. Too much going on for me to leave in the middle of the night. I really wish I could though. More then you think” you smile softly as you nod

“I understand. You have a hectic life. Saving the world and everything. Cant be easy”

“No its certainly a pain in my ass” you chuckle softly

“Its been lovely hearing from you though Dean. But I really should go to sleep now. Sorry”

“Its ok. I should get some shut eye too” you smile down the phone softly “I’ll see you around Kat” you nod at his statement

“I hope so. Goodnight”

“Night”. Click off. You place your phone down on the side cabinet. Rubbing your hand over your face before settling down underneath the covers.

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zryexal · 8 months

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[Ramble warning ⚠️]

Ever since I read this coai/shinshi fic on lofter that had the premise of shinichi following shiho's surname after marriage I started thinking of what kind of ending would I like.

I like the premise of no antidote so they have to live on as edogawa Conan and haibara Ai together w the detective boys from elementary all the way, almost like a happy dream come true or a second chance in life (one would have been fatally shot without aptx4869, one took it w the intention of suicide)

But after reading that particular fic, I kinda don't want her to drop her identity as miyano shiho, cuz her name is like a gift from her parents, and is how her beloved sister calls her. It'd be nice if she could overcome, accept her dark past and live in the light as miyano shiho instead

So I think whether it's haibara Ai or miyano shiho, whether it's coai, shinshi or shinai (I personally like the idea of ai chan using herself as a test subject for the antidote so much she developed a resistance) (I find the chances of coshi happening very low logically but I am open to it if someone can develope it well) (I also prefer them to be in the same state BC their fates r tied together but a godfic 竟渡河 convinced me shinai is as good as coai and shinshi even if haibara decided not to take the antidote rather than BC she couldn't),

The coai I love is the interaction between Holmes and Watson + Irene 2 in 1, be it daily life or during cases, their shared fate, to still have each other in such unfortunate circumstances.

Haibara left one reason or another? No worries, he'll find her again one way or another. They grew up together as tablemate? Perfect. They ate the antidote and work together in adulthood? Also perfect. Only shinichi turned back? He'll wait for her, "time can rewind, as long as you hold onto my hand". No matter the setting, no matter how things develope from here on, their chemistry is unmatched. They'll be okay together.

By the way for those curious, the first fic I mentioned goes along something like shinichi from 10 years in the future meets with an accident that caused a coma, and during this coma he gets sent back in time to present day. Conan is mysteriously missing for the time being. Shinichi takes haibara out for a day, accidentally leaving his police id at agasa's. He takes her shopping, asking for her opinion on wedding dresses (he didn't get to have a proper ceremony with shiho) but she's deflective because she's thinking of ran. He spoils her rotten by buying her fusae bags, perfume, etc willingly although she's mindful. When he comes back w her ran and sonoko who are at agasa's saw the id and are like ??? Why is your surname miyano now and he explained that miyano as a family name holds huge importance to his wife so he decided to go with her surname instead of making her part with a significant portion of her identity. When the actual him wakes up from his coma in the future, he starts to disappear in the present day and haibara acknowledges him for the first time as a miyano after recovering from her shock. When shinichi wakes up shiho is sleeping by his bedside. He notices her crying and tries to wipe her tears, but his gesture wakes her up. He asks her why, and she replies it's bc she dreamt of a younger her being chosen. He smiles because he knows that it's because he chose her right there and then in the past.

The second fic I mentioned? I need to sleep first LMAO

#coai #BE? you mean bittersweet endings?#why yes i am a BE enjoyer (doge)#i hope they dont have a bad ending please please please #happy ending believer copium #i can finally sleep in peace after getting my thoughts out #they're in love ur honour #they're so married alr #im a witness to their wedding i am the little fish that eats parasites off sharks

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natsmagi · 8 months

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I love ur art!!!! really its so gorgeous and the style brings me sm joy, its so soft and cute!! and ofc fem ntsmg is THE GOAT!!!!!!

BUT I JUST WANNA ALSO SHOW APPRECIATION FOR HOW U ANSWER ASKS AND STUFF AND IDK JUST UR WHOLE PERSONALITY IN GENERAL?? I love reading ur text posts especially when u kinda analyze the characters and stuff like its so fun to read and tbh, both natsume and tsumugi are characters that I feel are often mischaracterized in the fandom, and like idk I feel like u get them so perfectly and its sooo !??!?! Awesome getting to read ur awesome takes when new events come out and stuff like YOURE SO RIGHT ABT EVERYTHING, i be reading ur posts and going "you!!! YOU FUCKING GET IT!!!!!!!!!!" *happy stimming*

if you honestly did like a proper character analysis for them one day just now i would be so here for it and read it over and over again probably. Im currently hyperfixating RLY HARD on ntsmg so sometimes i just go through ur entire text post/ask tag and read everything over and over again 😭😭😭 I JUST LOVE THIS BLOG IN GENERAL KEEP DOING WHAT YOURE DOING, YOURE ABSOLUTELY AWESOME AND VERY MUCH BASED USER NATSMAGI!!!!♥️♥️♥️♥️

OIUGOHGOOHH OH MY GODDDDD ANONNNNNNNN THIS IS SO SWEET I HARDLY EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH U HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME 🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

im a very chatty person so im very glad u like hearing what i have to say 🥺!!! and im glad u like my personality too since i feel i can come off as harsh or arrogant sometimes AKJHFSKJH THOUGH TBF I DO TRY MY BEST TO BE KIND......

ID LOOOVE TO ANALYZE NTMG MORE !!! main reason i dont do it as often or hold myself back a bit is because admittedly its been a While since i read alot of the stories, a majority of which i have only read once, and when i make actually Proper analyzes i like to have reread the material and see if i maybe misinterpreted something on my first read or am misremembering, bc when given new info other interactions can be read differently and all that. and i also wanna actually do them justice and not accidentally spread misinfo AJHSFKJH AND I UNFORTUNATELY HAVENT HAD THE TIME NOR ENERGY TO DO THIS </3 but even without remembering every single piece of dialogue verbatim i like to think my grasp on them is still somewhat decent, and im very glad u like my interpretations 🥺❤️

it always makes me so incredibly happy when people view the characters similarly to me aswell bc like u mentioned they Are kinda prone to getting mischaracterized in some ways...... i think it mainly comes from both natsume and tsumugi having MANY factors to their characters though, and the mischaracterization comes from only highlighting one aspect of them and failing to think about how their different attributes overlap (although this can probably be said for the entire cast tbh). like an easy example that im sure everyone gets by now is natsumes little tsundereisms. if you only focus on him being rude to tsumugi it can look like hes just some edgy guy with anger management issues, but when you take into account other factors such as him having a rather spoiled upbringing both by his parents and nii-sans, and his distaste towards feeling "weak" (also caused by his upbringing, since he was frail as a child and raised as a girl) you start to see that oh. alot of that is just him being defensive and emotionally immature. since he had such a comfortable upbringing those hints of discomfort and vulnerability are threatening to him as someone who always had everything handed to him. and when you dont know how to deal with situations like that ASWELL as being afraid of being seen as "weak" youre Gonna start resorting to harsher words and sometimes even get physical because you have no clue how else to handle this. its also why the natsumes character consists of him being pretty obsessed with "growing up" and "not being a kid anymore," because he knows how immature he could be SKHDGJH he doesnt have bad intentions he just. doesnt know how to be vulnerable with people

#IM VERY GLAD U LIKE MY THOUGHTS SO MUCH AWAWA #THESE LIL GUYS MEAN THE WORLD TO ME SO IT ALWAYS MAKES ME VERY HAPPY WHEN I GET TO TALK ABOUT THEM WITH PEOPLE...........#❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#ask

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r-is-typing · 2 years

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date night | s.r

summary: in which cat adams disrupts the peace once again requested?: yes! requested by anon! request: Could you write something about Spencer Reid that’s along the lines of S15E6 where you are dating Spencer but he’s forced to go on the “date” with Cat? Maybe you are also a part of the BAU and witness all of it ? Lmk if you forget the episode or are unable to look it up and I can help! ❤️

pairing: spencer reid x reader category: fluff, angst content warnings: mentions of violence & sa, post prison reid, innuendos word count: 1.6k

The phone began ringing, making the couple scramble awake in unison. The girl reaches over, looking at the caller ID and sighing before answering. "Let me guess, a case?"

"You're kidding."

This alerts Spencer, making him look at his girlfriend, her bare back facing him. Remenants from the night before scattered across her neck, making him smile sleepily.

"Okay, bye, Em."

With a sigh, she collapses against the pillows in their bed and she rolls over to meet his hazel eyes. "We have a case, but, uh, Cat's back." Y/N shuffled towards Spencer, placing a kiss on his jaw, littering kisses down his bare skin in hopes of soothing his nerves that she knew were quick to approach.

"What happened?"

Her lips pulled away from his chest and her eyes met his. "I'm not sure, she didn't say. She said we had to get there kind of quick. But, I think we have time for a shower if y'want." She mumbled, nuzzling her face in his neck, once again kissing the soft skin.

"I rather get this over with. Sorry, sweetheart. I'll gladly take you up on the offer when we get home, though."

The couple walked into the office, and up to the meeting room where Rossi and Prentiss stood, awaiting their arrival. "Catch us up," Spencer said as the two took their seats.

"Early this morning, Garcia got an email from an anonymous server."

Emily pressed a button on the remote, a picture of a man and a woman tied up with another woman holding a gun in between them. "She's not obscuring her face," Rossi started. "telling us she's got nothing to hide."

"Any ideas on the victims or unsub?" Y/N finally spoke.

"No, only the unsub's demands." Emily looked toward the couple. "That we release Catherine Adams in twenty-four hours." Y/N's eyes looked towards Spencer whose face stayed the same.

"I'm having her transferred here for questioning, but we have no illusions."

Y/N grabbed Spencer's hand in her own, letting him know she was there. "I mean, this is just a game to her, we know that." She says what everyone was thinking.

An hour later, Cat arrives, handcuffed at both the hands and her ankles.

The team stood behind the other side of the glass door, watching her walk in. Spencer was already in the interrogation room, so Y/N was standing with the rest of the team. "God, she makes me so angry." She mumbled, looking straight at her, the two not breaking eye contact as she was led past them.

"So, she's a contract killer?" Simmons asked.

Garcia nodded. "Yeah, but she's much much more than that, too." JJ finished her thoughts. "She's a black widow. She preys on men she can seduce. thriving on psychological seduction."

"Oh, and she's obsessed with Spencer."

The team looked towards Y/N who was back near one of the desks now, staring down at the floor. But, the moment was cut short as she got up, walking toward the interrogation room.

"Why does this keep happening to them?" Garcia asks out loud, but nobody answers.

Y/N joined Emily on the other side of the wall, staring into the room. "Has she said anything?" Emily shook her head.

She watched as her boyfriend and Cat stared each other down before Cat stifled a laugh. "Classic negotiating technique. First one who speaks loses, right?"

"You arranged the kidnapping of two people and you did it the same way you did before."

Y/N looked down at her tablet, staring at the picture Penelope was sent, seeing if she could identify anything. The words Cat and Spencer spoke to each other became white noise to her.

"You haven't done me?"

Spencer's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she looked up once again. "You sexually violated me in Mexico." Cat looked up at him. "I did? You sure?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Are we really going to argue over semantics here? I mean, we really don't have time."

"For what?"

Cat smiled evilly at him. "I would like to go, on a date, with you." Spencer raised his eyebrows. "A date?" She nods. "Mhm." She holds her head high.

"No way in hell, Emily. No. He's not doing it."

Y/N looks toward Emily who just looked back at her. "What choice do we have?"

Y/N knew Emily was right so an hour later, she stood with the rest of the team, watching Cat and Spencer walk arm in arm together to the elevator. Cat looked right at her and smirked, causing Y/N to start playing with the sleeve of her shirt, something she did when she was nervous.

"Don't wait up."

She goes to step forward at Cat's next words, but Luke wrapped his arm around her midsection, pulling her back. "Let them go, it's alright."

Y/N shrugged herself from his grasp and walked towards the meeting room. "Do you think she'll be okay?" Garcia looked sadly at her friends. "I don't know, Garcia. That's where we need to come in. C'mon. We can't let Cat have the upper hand."

Y/N drove with Luke to the ice skating rink where Cat and Spencer planned to have their 'date'.

"Luke, can you hear me?" Spencer's voice calmed the girl slightly, and she sat back in her chair. "Loud and clear." Luke spoke, looking towards the two who were down on the floor level.

"Light it up."

The two sat for a while, waiting for something to catch them, or her, off guard. "Yes, I'm dating someone, but that doesn't mean.." Y/N looked towards the two after hearing this.

Where was he going with this?

Cat stood up and began to leave, but what Spencer said next couldn't have prepared neither of the women. "She's not you." Luke looked toward Y/N who just stared, quickly wiping a tear from her lashline. Y/N looked down, their voices just becoming distant to her, repeating the words Spencer spoke.

She's not you. She's not you. She's not you.

Cat demanded to see his apartment, so Y/N and Luke left before them, Y/N going inside and sitting on the sofa. "You sure about this, man?" Spencer nods. "Did you mean what you said?" Spencer nods at Cat's questions.

"Prove it then, and make it good."

Spencer cupped Cat's face into his hands, kissing her passionately. Y/N stood looking towards the door as it swung open, revealing the two.

She's not you. She's not you.

Emily ran up to Luke who looked at her. "This isn't good.." He mumbled, filling her in on what happened. Y/N stood, staring at Spencer, quickly wiping a tear.

"She's cute."

Her eyes didn't leave Spencer's as Cat talked. "Did it make you mad I was kissing your boyfriend?" Cat looked at Y/N with a smile. "No." Y/N said, looking at her. "Why not?"

"Well, I kind of have other things in my head at the moment."

Cat looked between the two. "Like what?" Y/N crossed her arms. "Are you going to hurt them?" Cat shook her head. "Not if I have to, no. Honestly, if she listens, she might learn something from this."

"You know, you could do so much better."

Spencer finally broke his eye contact with Y/N and looked at Cat. Because, girlfriend, you need to know the truth about your boyfriend."

Cat looked between the couple and smirked. "I mean, did our kiss look like a lie?" Y/N's eyes found the floor once again, the kiss still burning in her mind. "N-no." She choked out.

After twenty minutes, Cat decided to give them what they wanted, and the case was over. It was revealed that all she wanted to do was see Spencer again before being sent on the death penalty.

Y/N walked out of the apartment, slamming the door and riding back to the office with Luke. "I'm sure he didn't mean it. Reid loves you."

She stared out of the window, wiping a tear. "You didn't see it, Luke. The look he gave her." Y/N looked down at her neck, subconsciously playing with the necklace Spencer had gifted her for their fifth anniversary together.

"Y/N."

Spencer tried calling out to her, but she ignored him, walking to her desk. "Sweetheart, please." Y/N finally met his eyes. "I know, Spencer. I'm not Cat. You made that very clear today."

Hearing Y/N repeat those words to him felt like a stab in the chest.

Spencer took her hands in his, thankful that she actually let him touch her. "I only said that because I needed Cat to give up information. You know I love you, don't you?" Y/N nodded, but Spencer could've missed it from how small of a nod it was.

"Please don't be upset with me."

Y/N met his eyes. "I can't help it, I just... I can't stop hearing your words.. She's not you. She's not you. Just stuck in my brain." He nodded and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Spence. Just don't want to lose you..

"I'm so sorry, darling. I'll never do anything to hurt you ever again. I love you more than there are stars in the sky."

She nodded, wrapping her arms around him, burying her head into the crook of his neck, and breathing in his scent. "Let's go home, baby." Spencer led the two of them out to his car and drove them back to his apartment. Once they walked in, the two discarded their shoes by the front door.

"Now, how about that shower?"

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this was requested by anon, and i hope you enjoyed! i followed the script for the most part, having to skip over big amounts since max isn't involved, i had to figure out how to change it, and a lot mentioned her personally.

don't forget to like, reblog, and keep requesting!

r is signing off...

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid #spencer reid angst #criminal minds #rhyanwritesstuff #requests open #reqs open

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another day, another round of me wracking my brain trying to come up with a good fnaf timeline. this time i came to the conclusion that i should just make an au where i leave out a bunch of stuff at this point if i want to work with my own story 😭

ok this turned into a LONG rant id normally just put on my other blog but as i started here, im just gonna post it here. i also keep forgetting stuff and sometimes i come across a theory/fact that makes me go OOHH im so dumb i forgot. and it changes everything again and its probably happening again here

first, fnaf 2 is where i get stuck every single time. id love to just leave at least the toys out, sorry mangle. second, i just cant wrap my head around the whole "charlie was the first victim" idea because we get introduced to all this where we see the puppet in the toys location and the withereds.. it becomes too confusing for me. is it at the same location? was the puppet with the ogs and the toys were added later? i would say the toys are irrelevant and havent been added until the ogs were withered. anyway, i believe will could have stuffed the kids into the ogs prior to killing charlie, which would make more sense if the puppet was possessed later and then gave them life? whether the toys are or arent posessed is not important to me as much (just confuses me. like if they werent there would it change the story??), or rather it lacks some closure, like the ogs have eventually been destroyed and the spirits let free, but for the other kids (that people say are possessing the toys), we dont even know their names! or how they ended. i always think of the theories how will destroyed the ogs to take remnant from them to use in the funtimes, but nobody ever thinks of the fact that he just gets springlocked right after which would make No sense. the funtimes are an odd thing, i guess you could apply he actually took it from the toys, but why would he? is there proof? if theyre programmed to snatch kids directly, hed have enough remnant and not have to get it from previous animatronics. that said, i believe the SL location and funtimes were made early on, but had to have this kidnap/kill function only after charlies murder because if she was the first and the point of her being the first was that will found out about remnant and possession, he would want to start experimenting with it then. however, i do prefer charlies murder to be out of jealousy towards henry after losing elizabeth, which would mean the funtimes would be existing at this point (because of eliz death). or perhaps the funtimes have been a project of his (i have this little coffin theory. probably dumb, basically just each character is there to hold the body/spirit of each afton family member, baby and ballora are obvs, funfred would be cc with bonbon in the place of the walkie talkie plush to control him.. and foxy for mike, but this doesnt work unless william knows about the posession...) but baby killed elizabeth and he wanted to get her back... wouldnt then finding out about charlie and the puppet be like way too convenient? like hey, this is exactly what you need. ...and how long can a spirit persist within an object until possession using remnant? or this kind of "activation" like in give life.

now this brought me to thinking about springtrap and when exactly was he "revived". as well as other time things.. such as, i thought the spirit "degrades" over time, loses sense of self - but i guess that would apply more after the possession starts. hinted at with scrap baby, she has been baby for so long its no longer elizabeth. but springtrap, and then scraptrap, is william seemingly after decades unless his spirit possessed spring bonnie only around the time they found him? big think

and then back to the general timeline. i cant even pinpoint the very start which bugs me, so it always all starts in '83, (after fredbears existing for a bit) when i assume the bite triggered the nightmare experiments, also closing of fredbears. i think there was a freddys at that time already where the first mci would happen but as i said i like the idea of will stuffing the kids into the withereds. maybe not, maybe i gotta let that go but its just such a nice idea. theyre just there in the back, nobody cares about them, the perfect place. then he can be the one to fix them up into their fnaf 1 glory, but this applies to it even if they were stuffed there much earlier and the withering happened Because Of the decay (probably makes more sense too! so i will try to work with that instead) and you see! no puppet yet. but also no possession. hed fix them up after, put them in their own new location and go ham. as in, he also has the saferoom there with the spring bonnie suit to use. nobody suspects a thing. (i also think the golden freddy/fredbear suit could be there and thats how we got golden freddy) but you see, with this we could just throw fnaf 2 out entirely.. whether we had the withereds or not, it doesnt matter, toys dont bring much to the table other than the bite of 87, no? the puppet could work perfectly in fredbears or freddys, just waiting her turn

see what i have to live with. i already helped myself a ton by accepting that henry is just in jail after the first mci/post fredbears so i dont have to work with him too. he wasnt framed, only in charge as the owner.. and we got fazbear entertainment taking while william has afton robotics. as in, they split at some point (after the bite?) and then he works under fazent in various locations, many times under aliases. Oh which brings me to.

in this year of 2023, they finally made me care about fritz! only because its william. to me. i have no proof! other than the clickteam teaser saying "fritz", but showing dave. (if its not him im fucked.) plus, isnt all we know about him literally just an employee kicked out on the first day for tampering with the animatronics (and smelling bad)? wouldnt william do something like this? get inside, if he cant he will take another identity (a name of one of his victims even) to get in to fuck around with the animatronics. why not just go there as william?? he once owned this place..? WELL now comes another juicy part (oh god crunch is going insane) he got kicked out! he cannot be in the location. why do i think that? midnight motorist. yeah.. okay i now love the idea that rye put out there, in the house its mike and a babysitter or aunt (movie helping with the lore!!!) and the footsteps are golden freddy luring him out (movie again!! its only 2 footsteps because GF doesnt walk!! he floats!!) but that aside, im thinking of the JRs part. this doesnt matter other than a hint at other stuff, metaphors and parallels and such. JR could be fredbears previously, yeah i dont argue with any of that, but it also makes me think of it as a paralell to the toy location. a place he got kicked out of, maybe not just once, perhaps the night he killed charlie he had just been kicked out (for various reasons) which amplified his anger as we see in MM after being kicked out of JRs, ending with him killing charlie (which i think was a tiny tiny bit premeditated in the way he was jealous of henry and his happy little family, now getting this chance) much to think about

note: i dont take anything here too seriously. theorizing is always just fun so if the one person decides to read this and react in a highly negative way, just keep it to yourself. if you have strong arguments against something with proof, do bring them in, i genuinely forget about shit i read like, yesterday. i also cannot "factcheck" everything when after googling i get shit like people on quora telling me that... quote.. william was under the control of the glitchtrap virus since he was 8 years old... umm wrong!! he was forced to eat cement when he was 6!!

okay that was meant to be a closing sentence but i also thought of one more thing. and one more thing!! i was a firm and calm and collected believer of fnaf 1 taking place in '93. then came the movie, making it in the 2000s. and it changed me to the worse! i started reading up on it and found out that its all just a theory that majority latched onto and decided to take as fact. as well as the idea that springtrap was locked in for 30 years. wont factcheck rn but it was apparently 30 years from the first location being closed, not since the springlocking. which means theres no set time between that and fnaf 3. on top of that someone was saying it made more sense for fnaf 1 to take place 10 years after that, so around 2003 instead, and it made sense to me then, so yeahh...

it also ties better to help wanted onward (though fnaf3 happening later would make the previous events more mysterious, why wouldnt they look into the location sooner?) and SB not taking place in like 2050s but 2030s or so (if its true that SB is happening 10 years after the pizzaplex opening). holding onto the game!vanessa is an afton theory even stronger after the movie! i talked about it b4 but had no proof. and so we dont have any literal grandpas making babies, the sooner it goes on the better. if vanessa is ~23 during help wanted, this way shed be born sometime in the 90s or early 2000s (this kinda applies even if HW took place in 2023 right after fnaf3 but since i think it happened sooner then i would prefer to go with the 90s) and. and will could have gotten laid one last time :] and have vanessa. think about it. (yeah how old is he again... it works right? also having to put him into a straight relationship after all of this is criminal, i know. im sorry, i will do better. (lie))

in the next episode, i will go over why the mxes entity is william. good night

p.s if you read through all of this, write me an ask about whos your favorite animatronic

#please help #this became way too long #dont read. dont bother #crunching #fnaf lore drives a man insane. more at 8 #i just reread my own writing and came across something that made me go wait a minute...#i hate it here. im gonna rewrite that and pretend it didnt happen #long post #move aside bass. im now the true william waffler #waffling about william 2

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bechloeislegit · 2 years

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STRONGER Chapter 8

Fat Amy, Jessica, and Ashley were stunned at what Chloe had just told them about her stalker breaking into her parent's home and holding her hostage.

"And he broke into your house again?" Ashley asked. "And, that's why your dad had to go home early?"

"Yeah," Chloe said.

"Who else besides Beca knows about this?" Jessica asked.

"Aubrey knows," Chloe said. "I told her just before she left for Thanksgiving. And I told Beca's mom, too."

"Are you going to tell the rest of the Bellas?" Fat Amy asked.

"I haven't decided yet-"

"I think you might have to," Beca interjected.

"Why?" Chloe asked.

"If he finds out where you are and comes here, everyone around you could be in danger."

"I, um, I hadn't thought of that," Chloe said, looking around anxiously.

Chloe started breathing fast, and her body tensed up. Beca recognized she was in the early stages of a panic attack.

"It's okay, Chloe," Beca whispered, pulling Chloe to her. "Just breathe. You're okay."

"But, wh-what if he finds out where I, I, am?"

"We'll just have to be even more vigilant," Beca said.

"Don't worry, Chloe," Jessica said. "We'll have your back. All of us will, right girls?"

"Absolutely," Ashley stated.

"Of course," Fat Amy said.

"You know I'll always be there for you, Chloe," Beca said, kissing Chloe's temple. "Anytime. Anywhere."

Chloe's breathing evened out, and her shoulders became less tense. She thanked the girls but couldn't completely shake the anxiety she was feeling over not knowing if or when Roger Daniels would find out where she was.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Later that evening, it was quiet as Beca, Chloe, Sarah, and Charlotte sat around the counter in Sarah's kitchen, having coffee and pie. The only sounds were forks scraping plates and coffee cups being set on the counter as each was lost in their own thoughts regarding all that had happened over the past two days.

Beca was worried because all Chloe did was push her pie around on her plate while staring off into space. Beca wanted to do something to help Chloe but was currently at a loss.

They all jumped slightly when Charlotte's phone ringing broke the silence. Charlotte pulled the phone out of her pocket, looked at the caller ID, and said, "It's Carl."

She answered the call and looked over at Chloe when the first words out of Carl's mouth were, "He trashed Chloe's room."

"Oh, my," Charlotte said. "I'm going to put you on speaker so Chloe can hear this."

Charlotte put the phone on speaker, telling Carl, "Go ahead, Carl."

"He trashed your room, sweetheart," Carl said.

Chloe let out a gasp; Beca put her arm around her.

"I'm sorry, Chloe," Carl said. "He took a knife to your bed, your clothes, your stuffed animals. It looks like he was in quite a frenzy."

"Um, what else?" Chloe asked.

"He smashed your vanity mirror, as well as some bottles of perfume," Carl said. "Most of your makeup is smeared into the carpet. He used your lipstick to write, um, messages on the walls."

"What kind of messages?" Chloe asked.

"I'd rather not say," Carl responded.

The four women looked at each other. Beca rubbed her hand up and down Chloe's back.

"What about the rest of the house?" Charlotte asked.

There was silence on the phone for a moment; all they could hear was Carl breathing.

"Um, the only damage appears to be in Chloe's room," Carl finally said. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"I'm coming home," Chloe said.

"No!" three voices rang out.

"Why not?" Chloe asked, looking at Beca and then her mother.

"He's still in Tampa, Chloe," Beca said. "It's not safe for you to go down there."

"Beca's right, sweetheart," Carl said. "He doesn't know where you are, and I think you should stay there where we know you're safe. The police are looking for him, and when they catch him, you can come home. Okay?"

"You're dad's right, Chloe," Charlotte said. "I'll go home tomorrow, and your dad and I will take care of your things. I promise."

"It's for the best, Chloe," Carl said.

"You won't be alone, Chloe," Beca said. "I'll stay with you, or you can stay here."

"Beca's right," Sarah said. "You are more than welcome to stay here."

"I don't want my mom to have to make the drive to Tampa by herself, so I'm going with her," Chloe stated.

"You stay here with Beca," Sarah said. "I'll go with Charlotte. It's the best option to keep you safe, in my opinion."

"You would do that?" Charlotte asked. "You would go with me?"

"Yes, I will," Sarah said, smiling at Charlotte. "I can help you drive and then help with the clean-up. I can book a flight back once you get everything squared away."

"Thank you, Sarah," Carl said. "I'll feel much better knowing Chloe's safe, and Charlotte won't have to make the drive alone."

"Consider it done," Sarah said.

"We'll leave first thing in the morning," Charlotte said. "That will get us home by early afternoon."

"Okay," Carl said. "Be safe, and I'll see you tomorrow. I love you. I love you, too, Chloe."

"Love you, daddy," Chloe said, wiping a tear from her eye.

Beca pulled Chloe into a hug. "It's going to be okay, Chloe."

"We should go to bed," Sarah told Charlotte. "We have to be up early."

"Mom, what about your statement to the police?" Beca asked. "You were going to do that tomorrow."

"You and Chloe go give your statements," Sarah said. "Just let Joe know I had to leave unexpectedly and will give my statement when I get back. And make sure you let them know you want to file assault charges against your dad as well."

"I'll make sure she does," Chloe said.

"Good," Sarah said. "I'm going to bed. Come on, Charlotte, I'll show you to the guest room."

Charlotte walked over and pulled Chloe to her.

"I'll see you in the morning," Charlotte murmured, kissing Chloe's head.

"See you in the morning," Chloe said, squeezing a little harder before letting her mother go.

"Goodnight, Charlotte," Beca said. "Goodnight, mom. Wake me when you get up so I can see you before you leave."

"Will do," Sarah said, heading out of the kitchen with Charlotte. "Goodnight."

"Chloe, you can go on up if you want," Beca said. "I'm going to clean this up first, and then I'll be up."

"I'll help you," Chloe said.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

It was barely six the next morning when Sarah woke Beca and Chloe. Beca yawned as Sarah led the two girls out of Beca's room and down the stairs.

"Good morning, you two," Charlotte said. "I know it's early, but Sarah and I were awake and decided to hit the road."

"S'okay," Beca mumbled as she fell into Sarah's arms. "You two be careful and make sure you take a break."

"We will," Sarah said, hugging Beca to her. "You two stay safe."

"Always," Beca said.

"Your dad and I are sorry we won't be able to celebrate your birthday with you tomorrow," Charlotte said, hugging Chloe. "I left your gift in your apartment. We hope you like it."

"Thanks, mom," Chloe said. "I'm sure I'll love it. I'll miss you, and make sure you call us when you get there."

"Yes, ma'am," Charlotte said, chuckling. "You take care of yourself, and I'll talk to you later."

"Happy Birthday, Chloe," Sarah said, pulling Chloe into a hug.

"Thank you," Chloe said.

Sarah pulled back from the hug, and she and Charlotte went to the door.

"You two take care of each other," Sarah said.

"We will," Beca and Chloe said together.

Sarah and Charlotte left. Once they heard the car drive away, Beca and Chloe looked at each other.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going back to bed," Beca said, covering a yawn.

"I think I'm going to stay up," Chloe said. "Maybe make some coffee."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. No. I don't know," Chloe said, sitting down on the couch. "It's just this whole thing with Daniels. I mean, I. Ugh. I just wish the police would catch him, so I don't have to be looking over my shoulder every damn minute."

Beca sat next to Chloe and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? None of this is your fault."

"I know," Beca said. "I'm just sorry that you have to go through this."

Choe put her hands to her head and brushed her hair back.

"It sucks!"

Beca didn't know what to say that would make Chloe feel better, so she just rubbed Chloe's back.

After a moment or two, Beca had an idea.

"I know something that might make you feel better," Beca said.

"What?" Chloe asked, turning her head to face Beca.

"I'll make you my homemade lasagna for your birthday dinner tomorrow night."

A smile came to Chloe's face. "I thought you said you didn't like making lasagna because it takes so long."

"I did say that," Beca said. "But I also said I only make it for special occasions. And what's more special than your twenty-first birthday?"

Chloe pulled Beca to her by her shirt and crashed their lips together.

"I love it."

"Great!" Beca said, standing. "We can make a quick run to the store on our way back from the police station. But, for now, I'm going back to bed."

Beca moved toward the stairs and stopped to look at Chloe over her shoulder. "You're welcome to join me so we can cuddle if you want."

Chloe jumped up and hurried over to Beca.

"Cuddles with my girlfriend," Chloe said. "I'm in."

Beca took Chloe's hand and led her up the stairs.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Chloe woke and looked around, surprised she had actually fallen asleep.

Chloe looked over at Beca and smiled. There was something about the girl that made Chloe feel safe. She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, thinking about all that's happened. Her main thoughts went to Beca and how she had helped her through several panic attacks and was constantly comforting her and making her feel safe.

"It's no wonder that I love her," Chloe thought and sat up straighter. "Wait. What?"

Chloe looked down at Beca as she shifted in her sleep. Chloe smiled as the same thought went through her head. "I love her."

Beca stirred again, stretching her arms over her head. She looked up at Chloe with a smile.

"What time is it?"

"A little past nine. Are you awake enough to get up?"

"I'm awake," Beca responded. "I want to get our statements to the police over with."

"Why don't we get dressed, and I'll take you to breakfast?" Chloe said. "We can go to the police station after."

"That sounds like a plan," Beca said, removing the blanket and sitting up on the side of the bed. "I'll use the shower in my mom's bathroom so that you can use the one in the hall."

"Okay," Chloe said as Beca grabbed her clothes and headed out the door.

Chloe sat for a moment before getting up and leaving the room.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

After giving their statements to the police, the two girls made a stop at the grocery store. Beca had already gotten most of what she needed, and they were now in the produce section.

Chloe stood with her elbow on the cart and her chin resting on her hand, smiling as she watched Beca examining a bunch of Roma tomatoes. Beca was looking at each one, squeezing to see how firm they were, when Chloe's mind wandered to the night they almost had sex.

Chloe's eyes glazed over thinking about Beca's hands gently squeezing her breast, much like how Beca was squeezing the tomatoes.

"Chloe!?" Beca called out, snapping Chloe out of her thoughts.

"What?" Chloe asked as her eyes refocused and looked at Beca.

"Are you okay?" Beca asked. "I called your name like four times."

"What? Yes, I'm fine," Chloe said, placing both hands on the cart. "I just got lost in my thoughts."

"Based on the smile on your face," Beca said, smirking. "They must have been some good thoughts."

"Oh, they were," Chloe said, smirking back at Beca.

"Okay, um, well," Beca said, placing the tomatoes in their cart. "We just need to get some eggs, and then we can go."

"Lead the way," Chloe said.

Chloe followed Beca as she made her way to the dairy section and grabbed a dozen eggs.

"What do you want for dinner tonight?" Beca asked as she gently placed the eggs in the cart. "I was thinking I could make something with the Thanksgiving leftovers."

"Like what?"

"Turkey pot pie, turkey soup, or open-face turkey sandwiches. Whatever you want."

"I like the sounds of the turkey pot pie if that's okay with you."

"Sounds good to me," Beca said. "We have everything we need at home, so I think we're good to go."

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Once they returned, Chloe helped Beca put away the groceries. Beca kept out the things she would need to make dinner. She grabbed a knife and stood in front of the counter, looking at Chloe.

"Have you heard from your mom yet?" Beca asked. "Shouldn't they be in Tampa by now?"

"It depends on how often they stopped," Chloe said, setting her phone on the counter. "It's one-thirty now, so they should be almost to Tampa."

Beca grabbed some carrots and potatoes and began peeling them.

Chloe's phone rang, and she looked down at the caller ID.

"Speak of the devil," Chloe chuckled as she answered the phone. "Hi, mom."

"Hi, Chloe, we're home," Charlotte said, sighing heavily. "We actually got here about half an hour ago. We wanted to check your room to see what damage was done. Sweetie, I hate to say it, but it is as bad as your father said. The police took photos of everything, but we can't start cleaning things up until our insurance agent inspects everything."

"When will that be?"

"Not until Monday, Tuesday at the latest. Sarah asked if you could tell Beca since she won't be home until much later in the week, possibly the weekend."

"I'll tell her," Chloe said.

"Good," Charlotte said. "We'll call you when we know more, okay?"

"Okay," Chloe said. "I love you, guys."

"We love you, too," Charlotte said and ended the call.

Chloe set her phone on the counter and looked at Beca.

"Your mom won't be back until possibly the weekend," Chloe said. "The insurance agent can't come to the house until Monday or Tuesday. They were told not to clean up or do anything until after he inspects the damage."

"Oh, okay," Beca said. as she moved to retrieve the leftover turkey from the refrigerator.

Chloe was fidgety and felt like she needed to do something. She looked at Beca, saying, "What can I do to help?"

"Here," Beca said, placing the turkey platter in front of Chloe. "Start pulling the turkey off this and cut it into bite-sized pieces. We don't need a lot, just enough to make about two to three cups."

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

After eating dinner and cleaning the kitchen, Beca and Chloe cuddled together on the sofa, watching the Food Network.

"I learned a lot about cooking watching The Kitchen," Beca said. "Sunny Anderson has always been a favorite. But since they added Alex Guarnaschelli, she's become a favorite, too. I also love watching her on Alex vs. America."

"I haven't seen that one," Chloe said, absentmindedly scratching Beca's scalp as she ran her fingers through Beca's hair. "What does she do on it?"

"It's a competition-type show where she goes against three other chefs," Beca said. "There's a different theme each week. One week it was seafood, and another week, it was brunch. Alex doesn't always win, but she does a good portion of the time."

"Hmm," Chloe hummed. "Did you ever think about trying out for a cooking competition? I know the Food Network has a lot of competition shows."

"I'm not that confident in my abilities," Beca said. "I mean, it's one thing to cook for family or friends; it's a whole other animal to compete with real chefs."

"I think you'd be great," Chloe said.

"Thanks," Beca said, leaning in to kiss Chloe.

Chloe moaned into the kiss, deepening it. After a moment, Beca pulled back to suck in much-needed air.

"Um," Beca cleared her throat. "I'm gonna go get the sauce started for tomorrow. If I do it tonight, I'll have more time to do what I have planned for your birthday tomorrow."

"You have something planned for my birthday?" Chloe asked with a big smile on her face. "What are we doing?"

"I'm not telling you everything," Beca said. "But, I will tell you the first thing we'll be doing. The rest you'll just have to wait and see."

"Meanie," Chloe said, pouting. After a moment, she sighed and asked, "So, what are we doing first?"

"First, we're going for a run," Beca said. "And, we're going to end our run at the diner on the other side of campus that you like, and I am going to buy you a birthday breakfast."

"I love that diner!" Chloe exclaimed, smiling.

"I know," Beca said, smiling as she stood to make her way to the kitchen. "That's why I'm taking you there for breakfast."

"You're so sweet," Chloe said, kissing Beca on the cheek. "Do you need any help with the sauce?"

"No, thanks, I'm good."

"Well, do you mind if I sit at the counter while you cook?" Chloe asked. "I have a paper I need to work on."

"I don't mind at all," Beca said. "I'd love the company."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Chloe said. "I have to get my laptop from your room."

"Okay," Beca said and went to the kitchen.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

The sauce was done, and Beca placed it in the refrigerator. She smiled when she looked over to see Chloe staring at her over the top of her computer.

"Stop it," Beca said, chuckling.

"Stop what?" Chloe asked.

"You're staring," Beca said, walking over to the counter.

"Was not," Chloe scoffed.

"How's the paper coming?" Beca asked, leaning on the counter across from Chloe. "Have you finished yet?"

Chloe glanced over and could see down Beca's shirt; she suddenly felt warm when she saw that Beca was not wearing a bra. She swallowed loudly, and Beca grinned at her.

"Are you ready for bed yet?" Chloe asked as she closed the lid of her laptop.

Beca moved around the counter and took Chloe's face in her hands. She stared into Chloe's eyes and leaned in until their lips were almost touching.

"I'm more than ready," she whispered as she gently placed her lips to Chloe's

Chloe shifted on the stool and spread her legs, placing her hands on the small of Beca's back and pulling Beca to her. Beca moaned as Chloe deepened the kiss.

Beca put her hands on Chloe's shoulders and pushed back from the kiss. She then started placing small kisses down Chloe's jaw. She moved the hair from Chloe's neck and kissed the area just below Chloe's ear.

"Mmmm," Chloe moaned, sliding her hands down to cup Beca's ass.

Chloe's moans spurred Beca on, and she slid her hands down to cup Chloe's breasts. Beca then moved to capture Chloe's lips in another kiss.

The couple broke apart when Beca's phone rang.

"Ignore it," Beca said when Chloe started to pull away. "It will go to voicemail."

"It's your mom," Chloe said, glancing at Beca's phone. "Why don't you answer it and join me upstairs when you're done?"

"First my dad and now my mom," Beca said, sighing as she pulled away from Chloe and picked up her phone. "At this rate, I may never get laid."

"Never say never," Chloe said, giggling as she kissed Beca.

The phone stopped ringing, and Beca laid it back on the counter. She pulled Choe into another kiss, trying to pick up from where they left off.

"Maybe you should call your mom back," Chloe said, pulling away from Beca.

"I have a better idea," Beca mumbled, taking Chloe's hand. "Let's go upstairs."

Before they could get two steps, Beca's phone started ringing again. She sighed and looked at Chloe.

"I'll meet you in my room in five minutes," Beca said, giving Chloe a quick kiss.

"Don't keep me waiting too long," Chloe said, grabbing her laptop and skipping out of the kitchen, leaving Beca alone.

Beca let out a shuddering breath before answering the phone.

"Hey, Mom. It's late, is everything okay?"

"Is Chloe with you?" Sarah asked.

"Um, she just went up to bed," Beca said. "Why? Has something happened?"

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Chloe rushed into Beca's room. She dropped her laptop on the dresser and pulled off her shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. She lay on the bed, striking what she hoped was a sexy pose.

Chloe lay for a moment before jumping up and stripping off the rest of her clothes. She tossed everything toward her shirt and hopped back onto the bed, striking a sexier pose. She put an inviting smile on her face and waited for Beca.

After a few minutes, Chloe started getting restless, wondering where Beca was. She debated on whether to go looking for Beca, finally deciding to wait it out, hoping Beca would be there soon.

Ten minutes later, Beca still wasn't there. Chloe let out a frustrated sigh as she flopped down onto her back, looking at the door.

Chloe ran her hands through her hair and stood from the bed. She opened the door and could hear voices coming from downstairs. At first, she thought Beca was still talking to her mother, but then she heard a man's voice and got nervous.

"It's late," Chloe thought. "Who could be here this time of night?"

Chloe grabbed her robe and put it on as she hurried out of the room to check on Beca. She went downstairs to find Beca talking to the same two officers that had arrested Beca's father.

"Beca?" Chloe said, causing Beca to turn toward her.

"Chloe, I'm glad you're still awake," Beca said.

"What's going on? Why are the cops here?"

"They're here for you," Beca said.

"What?" Chloe asked. "Why are they here for me?"

"Roger Daniels might know where you are," Beca blurted out. "So my mom called Joe and asked him to check on you, on us, to make sure we were safe. That's why she called me. To let me know that Joe was coming here to protect you. To protect both of us."

"Miss Beale," Joe said. "My partner and I will be sitting outside in our patrol car tonight to ensure that you remain safe. And, we will have teams swapping out at the end of each shift to watch over you until this Daniels guy is caught. There is an all-points bulletin for him in every city and town between here and Tampa. He might not even be coming here, but we don't want to take any chances with your safety."

Chloe stood next to Beca, looking pale and on the verge of a panic attack. Beca took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Chloe opened her mouth and then shut it when she couldn't seem to form the words to say anything.

"Um, why do you think he knows where I am?" Chloe finally managed to croak out.

"Your mom said her address book is missing," Beca said. "Your address is in it, and she's afraid Daniels took it, which means he has your address here at Barden. He doesn't know about me or this house, so it will be safer if you stay here."

"I'm scared," Chloe said as tears fell from her eyes.

Beca pulled her close, whispering, "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

Chloe hugged Beca tighter and nodded. Joe cleared his throat.

"Don't worry, Miss Beale, as I said, we'll be outside all night," he said, pulling a card from his pocket and holding it toward Beca. "This has both our cell numbers on it. Call if you hear anything or if something seems off. Also, we'll be taking turns patrolling around the house every two hours or so to make sure the place is secure."

"Thank you, Joe," Beca said, taking the card.

After Joe and his partner left, Beca continued to hold Chloe as she cried. After a few minutes, Beca pulled back.

"Chloe?" Beca said. "Look at me, please. I have something I want to say, and I want to make sure you hear me."

Chloe moved her tear-filled eyes to Beca's and waited. Beca placed her hands on Chloe's cheeks and stared into her eyes. She used her thumbs to wipe away Chloe's tears.

"I love you, and I promise you I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe, okay?"

Chloe's eyes widened. "Yo-you love me?" she whispered.

"Yeah, I do," Beca said, smiling. "I wasn't planning on telling you like this, but I thought it was something you needed to hear sooner rather than later."

Chloe smashed her lips to Beca's. Beca was surprised but recovered quickly and kissed Chloe back.

When breathing became an issue, Chloe broke the kiss and laid her forehead against Beca's, whispering, "I love you, too."

The two stood silently holding each other for a few minutes before Beca broke the silence.

"It's been a weird couple of days," Beca murmured. "Let's get you to bed."

"Okay," Chloe whispered as she took the hand Beca offered.

As soon as they entered Beca's room, Chloe sat on the edge of the bed. Beca gathered her pajamas and stood in front of Chloe.

"I'm going to brush my teeth and change," Beca said. "I'll be quick, okay?"

"Okay," Chloe said.

Beca left the room and hurried to the bathroom. She put on her pajamas and brushed her teeth.

Beca had only been gone for a few minutes. When she returned to her room, it was to find Chloe already in bed with her eyes closed.

Beca quietly walked over and slipped into bed. She moved close to Chloe and put her arm over Chloe's waist.

"You're naked?" Beca questioned when she felt nothing but skin.

"I am," Chloe said, turning to face Beca."But with everything that just happened, I'm emotionally drained and really tired. I'm sorry; I thought we would continue what we started earlier, but right now, I just want to go to sleep. I could put something on if you want."

"That's okay. You're fine," Beca said, kissing Chloe and whispering, "Goodnight. I love you."

"Love you, too," Chloe mumbled as she snuggled into Beca.

Beca smiled and closed her eyes. They fell asleep within seconds of each other.

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