#(and he's gotten into a resistance safe space too)

[brokenpieces-72]

I READ “Reunion” AND OOOOOO

HOW WOULD THE BOYS REACT TO READER GETTING CAPTURED AND SOMETHING HAPPENING WITH HER PARENTS???? 👀👀

So admittedly this was going to be a future story. For some extra context, the reader's father I haven't decided whether he exists yet or not, but the mother is... admittedly also undecided in terms of what she is. When I started writing this I intended it to be a drabble and now it’s… yep. Enjoy!

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Massive trigger warning!!! Abuse, kidnapping, torture, poor eating mentions, cannibalism, angst, let me know if I missed anything.

First and foremost you know they tried, all of them. You saw it before everything went dark. Johnny was screaming for you, ready to tear everything apart just to keep you safe. He didn't care who the bitch was, you were his sister. Konig already was tearing everything apart, only he didn't notice your situation until it was to late. The cadejos had nabbed some shadows to rip up with Alejandro and Horangi grabbing at more, trying to restrain themselves from just ripping into them. As you were taking off, Kyle went so far as to try and chase after you, but had his wings shot at, making you scream and fight to try and help him. Ghost had been too far away to try and grab at the heli. Price would have burned the whole thing down but you were inside, and not fire resistant.

Seconds after they'd lost you, Hunter got Kyle into the infirmary to fix his wings but they were still garbage. The entire team is anxious and worried about you. They'd all learned as much as they could about your relationship with your mother but could only imagine what she wanted from you now.

Simon wasted no time. He dragged thrall after thrall into interrogation, demanding answers of where they could be taking you. Being brutal and pissed he put any humans they were able to take alive in the room to show he wasn't playing around. If a thrall wasn't willing to talk, the human better be ready to scream and beg.

Price and Laswell and working around the clock to get everything they can on your mother from medical records, to bank statements. The two friends are keeping each other calm, as best as they can when they are as fired up as they are. Laswell has to step out of the room more than once because of Price releasing smoke to keep himself from getting too heated.

To the surprise of many, Horangi contacts KorTac. He's getting information on... well anything. While he keeps to himself, he can't deny your presence hasn't been welcoming. The team was up in arms, and the last thing he wanted was to sit around and do nothing while he waited for this to be fixed. KorTac can look into any jobs or contracts they may have gotten from Graves or your mother as a one off. Maybe someone gave up information thinking it was just an innocent missing persons report. Maybe your mother had tried contacting KorTac before Graves. Whatever he can get to make this go faster.

Alejandro and Rudolfo did the same, contacting other bases to see if they may have run into Graves or thralls recently. If they mapped out previous locations they could find a pattern. They even went back to facility where they'd first encountered your mother, seeing if there could be any signs of where she might have gone. Aside from that they had taken the initiative of running everything on base, giving the rest of the team more time to focus on you.

Kyle is pissed because he couldn't do anything to help. His wings were too damaged to fly anytime soon. All he could do was join Alejandro and Rudolfo on recon. He hated wasn't about to just sit, wait and heal. He wanted to help now. Alejandro and Rudolfo aren't about to stop him either.

Konig became restless, and the percht was practically beating against him. It wanted nothing but violence, blood and revenge. Konig just wanted his little friend back. You'd helped him even when there seemed to be no hope.

As for Johnny... it's something everyone gives him space for. Simon is one of the few who approaches him. He's restless and the full moon approaching makes it worse. All the wold wants to do is to find you, and Jonny wants the same. Sleep is near impossible, and he's started going to your room in order to do so. Your scent is still there, smelling like earth, grass and pine. If he isn't trying to find you, it's like he's trying to remember you. After 24 hours of you being gone Simon found him.

"Did you tell your mom?" He asked. Johnny looked up from where he was sitting on your bed. Simon was in the doorway looking at him, mask off for once. The question is one Johnny never wanted to think about. Telling his mother he'd lost her new baby. Johnny just stares down at his hands. Simon comes in and sits next to him on the bed, picking up a small plushie. The last thing Johnny needed was his pessimism. Simon didn’t have high hopes for you but he wasn’t going to give up on helping you. Johnny still hasn’t said anything so Simon took out his phone and offered it to Johnny.

“You need her too.” He said. Johnny took out his own phone, and dialed his mother. Simon stood up to leave but Johnny asked him to stay. He didn’t want to be alone for this.

The call goes well at first. It’s short-lived. As soon as Johnny told his mother you were taken Simon could hear her asking questions. Johnny answered as much as he could but regretfully most of the answers were “I don’t know”. By the end of it, he was fighting tears, with Simon putting a hand on his shoulder. Johnny’s mother asked Johnny how he was doing, and if he was okay. He was fine. He was going to find you. He promised. He hangs up and his breathing is unsteady. Simon didn't say anything or move to comfort him knowing a lot was going on underneath the surface. Johnny was honest enough to tell him if he needed it. There was silence for a while until Johnny took a deep breath.

"What kind of a shite brother am I?" He wondered aloud.

"One that will find his sister even if he has to do it barehanded," Simon answered. Johnny looked at him. Simon looked back and just gave him a nod.

For a while, you thought every moment you had experienced, every smile, every joy, every triumph, every bad day, every victory... you thought it had all been some mental episode of escapism. A dream your mind had put you in to save you from the torment of your mother. You don't know how much time has past, but it's been long enough for her to try and starve you and feed you more raw flesh. The more feral part of you is starving and ravenous. You want to eat so bad but you know Graves probably put something in it to make your feral state more powerful. You're chained to the wall with a collar and cuffs on your ankles and wrists. Waking up had sent you into a panic attack where you passed out. When you woke up again, the food was there, staring at you with vacant eyes. Dead bodies were not something new to you, but in this setting it just awoke you trauma. This wasn't the first time you'd fought your hunger. You turned away facing the wall, trying to hold your breath so you wouldn't smell the carcass. You held your nose when you needed another breath. Next you took the chains and wrapped them around your limbs to make them shorter. You knaw on your shirt to resist.

Then your mother came in. Your spine went frozen, your whole body tensed, and your held sped through the horrible moments her voice awoke. The way she talks is like burning sugar.

"Hello my little bunny." She said, soothingly. It's not soothing, she is not soothing, the only thing she would soothe was her own heinous actions. Little bunny was her name for you. You didn't know your own name because she would just give you pet names. All you want right now is to do the same thing you had done to innocent people who got lost in the woods. She'd set you on them, letting you hunt to the feral monster's content. "Come on, I want to see you. Can you look at me? I want to see how much you've grown. They took you away from me, my sweet girl."

No. They saved you. There had been missing person reports pointing to the woods you'd grown up in. A hunter came, properly armed to deal with hybrids, with some blurry photos capturing your image. He'd saved you with his hunting party. They'd found you feasting on an elk, starting to come back to your normal state. When you tried to flee, a hunter shot you, wounding you. You curled up on the ground they gave you a sedative. You were too small, and they weren't about to kill a kid who was probably just running on instincts. They saved you from your mother, continuing to search the woods.

Your mother moved closer, voice staying motherly and warm. "Please sweetheart? I'm sorry it had to be like this. I just wanted you back."

No more. You wouldn't give her anything. You didn't care what punishment she would give you. Whether it was burns or cuts you wouldn't give in. Your whole body shivered and tensed up as you felt her gentle hands on your shoulder and back, kneeling behind you. Your mother rubbed your back and shoulders, trying to coax your body to relax. When she tried to tug on your shoulders, to pry open your balled up position, you yank away.

"How did you get tangled up like that?" She asked noticing your efforts to keep you from the food. You don't look at her but you can hear her shuffling. There was a horrible wet sound as she moved back to you. You covered your nose, breathing through your teeth, as she tried to give you the meat. "Come on sweetie you need to eat. You want to be big and strong for mommy don't you."

You cowered, blindly swatting and pushing her away. In any other context her reaction would be that of a mother trying to keep her child from hitting her. You know it's a facade, the setting was evidence of that. "Now now bunny don't hit your mother."

"YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER!!" You shrieked at her. The wendigo, the guardian state could be heard within your voice. Your mother stopped.

"B-but... l-little bunny-"

"I'm not your little bunny you fucking bitch! You are not my fucking mother! You are nothing but a psychopath who made me eat the closest thing I had to a friend! I'm not your daughter!" You yelled, not looking up at her, head covered by your legs.

"I know baby, I know, I am so sorr-"

"No! No you're not! If you were sorry you would stay behind bars! You would have moved on when you got out! You would have walked away knowing how much damage you did." You argued. There was no excuse for the crimes she had committed. Your mother didn't say anything for a while. You heard her toss the meat to the floor.

"Fine," she said, sounding like she was biting back heartbreak. "We can try again tomorrow. Please eat something though. I don't want you to starve."

"That's exactly what you want." You said, your voice overflowing with poison.

From then on, the routine continued, with a new body put in every other day or so. Your mother continued to coax you to eat, giving you kind and gentle praises. She's changed truly, she just wanted her cute little bunny girl back, her precious baby. Then she tried gaslighting you, burning and cutting your skin, only to hurry away to retrieve a first aid kit, acting like you'd come to her with a scraped knee. Oh dear did you scratch yourself too hard? Don't worry she'll fix it. Do you want mama to kiss it better? No? Then she'll get Mr. Graves to come in and talk to you about the mean things you did to his thralls. Maybe he can get you to eat something too. Open wide, here comes to airplane. Don't spit it out!

It goes on... and on... and on...

Your stomach churned. Food you need food... there's some right there. You don't smell anything wrong with it... no... no not again...

When Price found you... damn. You were back to your feral state but this seemed to be worse. Blood drunk, but hopefully not on Graves tainted shit. It had taken them some time, too much time to track you down. Right now Johnny and König were making for a good distraction tearing into the thralls in fully shifted forms, Johnny having the full moon on his side. Kyle, now fully healed and flying again was keeping overwatch dive bombing anyone who might try to take up a sniper position. Rudolfo had the cadejos tracking your scent. Horangi was keeping Hunter safe, using the clouds for their cover. Simon was moving through the bunker looking for two other people, Graves and your mother, shadows keeping him from being noticed. Of course he also yanked a few thrall into them, as they tried to make it out to Soap and Konig.

"Captain, what's your status?" Alejandro asked through comms.

"I found the target." Price said. "Soap keep on the thrall. Lieutenant, what's your location?"

"South Hallway." Ghost replied, voice quiet.

"Have you located the other targets?" He asked, holstering his gun slowly approaching. Your blank white eyes looked up at him, and you launched yourself at him. Your chains snapped taut, making you fall back. Shit. You were still yanking and pulling on your chains to try and reach the fresh food that had stepped into your cell.

"Not yet. Wait, the cadejos may have found something." Simon replied. Before Price could get Simon's help, Alejandro came up beside him. He stepped back when you tried to lunge at him next.

"Fucking hell." He said under his breath.

"Horangi, get Hunter to our location, east side, second floor." Price said.

"Copy." Hunter said.

"She needs to be restrained." Price said. They needed to wait for Hunter, but until then you needed to be pinned down. Alejandro understood shifting to the jaguar form and stalking in. The meat was coming closer. You shrieked, getting on all fours, watching him closely. The meat kept his eyes locked with yours. It's growling, it won't let you eat without a fight. You screech back at the meat, encouraging some play before you feasr. Your body tightens in a crouch as you move back a little, readying yourself. You strike, but you can't. A huge weight is put on your back and you thrash around. Your arms are pinned behind you. No! You're hungry! You have fresh food right in front of you! Price wasn't about to let you enjoy Las Almas cuisine. Alejandro backed away the moment Price put his full weight on top of you. Hunter arrived a few minutes later, and Horangi stayed close. One sedative wasn't enough. Two wasn't enough. They gave it time, ut you weren't relaxing fast enough. One more. The world slowly goes dark. Hungry... you're still hungry.

You're released from the chains, but bound in them again. Simon acquired a blanket after trying to pursue your mother. He had a feeling he knew what Graves was actually doing and what was going on with your mother but he could wait. You're the priority. Your unconscious body was rolled up in the blanket, with the chains wrapped around to keep you restrained if you woke up. Johnny was demanding updates to your status, still outside with König, waiting on orders. Price ordered them to head to evac, and they had the target restrained. Johnny didn't like that answer but doesn't argue.

When he finally saw you, Gaz made sure to be in between you and Johnny. Johnny got out of the chopper and came over, back to his human state, clothes destroyed. Price wasn't about to deny his sergeant, even when he wasn't shifted. Johnny took you from Price and held you tight. The look on his face was focused as he got back in the heli, and the whole ride back he said nothing. Hunter got to work immediately giving orders for the medics on base to be ready. As soon as you woke up you would be hungry again. despite this Johnny just kept you close, as if you didn't show signs of being feral, or wouldn't try to dig into his flesh as soon as you woke up.

The healing process takes time. You're kept under for a very long time. Hunter had to get a feeding tube so you would return to normal. Your wounds are cleaned thoroughly, and you're put in a safe place. The team visited and stayed with you in shifts. The feeding tube was not a tested method for you yet, and Hunter was concerned about over feeding you, thinking it may cause you to vomit or get sick.

As expected Johnny had to be pried from your side more than once. Ghost did it to spar with him, knowing Johnny had plenty of aggression built up, and he could take the hits. The last thing he wanted was for a punching bag to receive that kind of treatment. Once you had been put under observation, Johnny called your mother. Your real mother. She'd relieved to hear you are okay, and asked Johnny if you would be able to stay with her for a bit to help you recover. Johnny would talk to Laswell about it later, you needed to wake up first.

When you finally wake up they’d already taken out the feeding tube, your state much more relaxed. You wake to see Johnny had fallen asleep in the chair next to you, his head rested on the bed. You sort of squirmed down further under the blanket to press your forehead to his. There are silent tears down your cheeks, as you feel a great sense of relief. Johnny woke up and pulled away to look at you. He wanted to pull you close to him, but he didn’t want to overstep. You sat up and he held your face in his hands, pressing your foreheads together again.

“You came to get me.” You said.

“Made a promise. Wouldn't go into the dark unless I 'ad to pull ya out.” Johnny said. You threw your arms around him and he gently returned the gesture. It was perfect. It was safe. You had your family back, and to make it better they had come for you.

The next while isn’t fun. Well a few times you enjoy yourself, but it’s mostly filled with recovering and exhaustion. Your mental state was damaged, your body was sore, and your hunger was difficult, as you were craving food but couldn't eat as much as you wanted without getting sick. Hunter does an amazing job of helping your body heal. While you do have a healing factor, the wounds weren't healing as much as they should. Your team's medic sits with you when you eat, keeping the portions smaller than you'd usually take, but they gave you snacks to sustain your stomach in between meals. Once you were out of the infirmary Price granted you a week off. Johnny was still in the process of getting you a month or so away from base.

For the most part, you became Johnny's shadow, if he wasn't yours. Part of it is because the wolf is now more protective over you, and well Johnny is too. He'd told you about getting time off and honestly it would be really nice to have it. Outside of that, you found yourself snuggling up with him. Johnny had done a good job at sleeping in his own bed since your return. Now though, you'd taken to curling up with him at night. He didn’t mind, finding your presence comforting. Seeing you asleep in his arms brought him peace.

Johnny still has tasks to do on base though so he can't be by your side 24/7. You go to the others on the team who don't mind having you nearby. You did a little where you could, like retrieving items or doing prep work. Sleeping and lazying around wasn't your thing. Hunter let you help them with prepping the medical supplies and take inventory as usual. The rest of the team either made something up or just let you observe.

König had taken to standing in when Johnny was too busy. He was grateful and happy to have you back. This was also a chance to return the favour for all the hard work you’d put into getting him in control. At one point you had a panic attack, accidentally knocking over a bowl had created a loud noise. Before anyone could step in König had you in a tight hug, talking to you. He ran you through the process of naming things in the room you see, smell, hear, touch and taste. Panic attacks were a first hand experience for him, having his own social anxiety. While he didn't know what exactly happened when you were in captivity, he wasn't about to let you suffer through the small triggers by yourself. König had promised he wouldn’t go into the dark. He wasn’t about to let you go through it alone.

If neither Konig nor Johnny was shaodwing you, Simon was quite literally shadowing you. In that he would peek in on you through your shadow just to be sure you were okay. He doesn’t hesitate to talk to about what happened. Abuse is something he will never forgive. Simon for the most part though would stay out of the way. You deserved some privacy, and a chance to heal on your own. Until another soldier was a little too clumsy and made a mess of the ammo bins. The crash is loud and you jump back, as the other soldiers raise their voices to hound him. Bloody idiots, keep yelling when there’s a startled kid! You back into the nearest corner and start to breathe heavy. Your ears ring, and Simon found you. He goes through the piles of ammo cartridges and suddenly the argument is muffled, and there’s only ringing. Until Simon’s voice broke through, and you looked up at him. You see you’re surrounded by darkness but Simon looked normal. His mask was on, but his focus was on you. Just take a minute. You needed it. This happened again, but only when you doing really bad.

Kyle hasn't stopped spending time with you, and if you're struggling to get up to the roof you guys like to sit on, he'll help you up. The wings are always around you, which can really help. It makes you feel like you're alone with Kyle, even if there are soldiers down below running drills or moving supplies around. You don't talk as much, but Kyle talks a bit more to fill the silence. Sometimes you guys don't talk at all. That's fine. Yeah, you could lean on him if you want. His arm goes around you, avoiding any scars you have.

The cadejos paid you a visit in your room one day, and they had... a ball? Rudolfo poked his head in and asked if you wanted to play some fetch for the dog spirits. You didn't think they played fetch but you don't say no. You follow them outside and throw the ball for them. The white spirit comes back like a golden retriever each time, front paws tapping away, tail whipping about, tongue lulling with happy pants, all while waiting for you to throw the ball. The darker spirit is a little less trained. When it caught the ball it sped back to you causing you to flinch. Rudy got his hands on your shoulders pulling you back, reminding the black cadejo to be gentle. Your body tenses but when Rudolfo checks in you tell him you're okay. Just startled a little. If you want to come out with the spirits again, you can ask.

You went to Alejandro and Horangi directly, asking if they could show you some better self defense techniques. You could fight, but you wanted to be better prepared if someone grabbed you again. Alejandro is hesitant because the last thing he wants is for you to have a panic attack in the middle of it. Horangi however is all for it. Knowing that stuff had saved his own ass more than once when he was building up debts. Why shouldn't you be able to drop captors like a sack of potatoes? Small bonus, he could make Alejandro be the one that got dropped on his back a few times. After all Alejandro had him outweighed, so learning more built attackers would be beneficial. Throughout the demonstrations, they do check in after check in. He was going to grab your wrists next okay? Alright, then he would whip you around, yep don't let him turn you around. Still good? Perfect.

Soon it was your last day off, and tomorrow you would be on leave with Johnny. It would be nice to see Scotland again. You wandered into the rec room where you saw Price on the couch. The tv was on likely watching the game. You sat down next to him, a blanket around you, and he gave you a smile.

“Are they winning?” You asked.

“Not who I’d like.” He admitted. You played on your phone for a bit and then started to nod off. Everything felt so much better. You were safe. No one could hurt you with your pack nearby. Price didn’t pay much mind. He assumed you came to the break room to have some privacy, and he kept his voice down for you in front of the tv. Until he felt the couch move. When he looked over, he saw you trembling. Fuck. He got off the couch and knelt down in front of you, shaking you awake.

“Come on kid, it’s not real. It’s not real!”

“NO!” You cried out, waking up and found Price looking at you, shaking you awake. Tears ran down your face. Nightmares were becoming more frequent again. All because that witch decided to force herself into your life again.

“You broken?” He asked. A gentle but calloused hand going, resting on your head. You gave him a hesitant nod. “Okay.”

Without asking he picked you up giving a playful roar. It surprised you, but you couldn’t help but laugh. He sat back on the couch, reclining so you could rest against his chest. You never noticed how warm he was. His wing wrapped around you unconsciously as he went back to the game. The captain’s heartbeat was calming against your ear.

“I’m sorry-“ you start to say.

“Don’t say sorry. You can’t control it.” He said. You continued watching the game until he turned it over to a show he saw you watching earlier in the week. Slowly you fell asleep again. Price found himself subconsciously stoking your ears as you relaxed into him. Before Price didn’t know what to make of you. Right now, he was worried about you. At first you were a requirement, something he was obligated to take on. Then you proved yourself, showing value to the team in more ways than one. Now… you were part of his hoard. You were a treasure worth protecting. His team had been doing better, and much better now that you were back.

“John I hav-“ Laswell walked in and looked up to see a scowling Price, shushing her.

“Just fell back asleep.” He said voice very low. Laswell raised a brow with a small smile. You shifted a bit and Price hushed you, not wanting you to wake up. John ran his claws gently through your hair, keeping you relaxed. Even Kate can’t deny you’d exceeded her expectations. When she first met you were about a terrifying as… well as a rabbit with antlers. You’d grown so much.

“You ever expect this to be a scenario we find ourselves in?” Price asked her.

“No. The time off has been approved… but there’s an issue.” Laswell said. Price looked up. “Colonel Vargas has offered an alternative.”

“What does that mean?” Price asked, a slight scowl at the word ‘alternative’.

“The program still has some authority, and with what’s been going on with the mother and the kidnapping they think sending her back with Johnny might put her at risk.” Laswell explained.

“…Alejandro has offered to take them in instead?” Price asked. Clearly the program wasn’t concerning themselves with separation anxiety.

“I’m trying to convince the program to let Johnny go with her. They’re proving difficult.” Laswell said.

“But she’ll be safe?” Price asked. Laswell nodded. Price got up, carrying you with him, still swaddled in your blanket. “Taking her to bed.”

Price took you to your room where he saw your things ready and packed. He set you down on the bed, and you shifted, rolling to your side. You would be safe. He knew that. He trusted the colonel, he was just worried about you. You’d only been back for a short while, and instead of going somewhere you knew, you were being tossed into a whole new environment. Hopefully Johnny would be understanding.

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[sashiavi]

Bear Shane insisting on cuddle time every day... He doesn't appreciate someone interrupting his time with you, this old man needs his naps

BearHybrid!Shane has my heart ♡

This might have gotten out of hand- this man consumes my brain and I went o f f on a tangent - hopefully it's legible :')

Warnings : Pure Fluff | smut writer attempts fluff | BearHybrid!Shane | this could be bad- | cuddling | alludes to sex occurring - aftercare |

additional message : 18+ minors please do not follow - my blog is not a safe space for minors - thank you ♡

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Bear Shane is so soft - Literally - His body just made for big, warm, squeezing hugs. Bear Shane has filled out a little with age - and with other habits he'd cut out - Body still strong enough to lift haybales and chop hefty chunks of firewood, tough muscle hidden behind a man who eats and treats himself well.

Cuddling with him is always a treat, sweeter than molasses - and he can't keep himself off of you - You wonder if your heart beats so hard and fast from love- or if you're having a sugar rush from the deep syrupy way he whispers confessions into your ear.

"Lovin' you so much, Doll.." His voice is low, grumbling, tinged in a soft drawl unique to The Valley. Bear Shane paws over your skin in rhythmic caresses, a little clumsy with a heavy hand, and yet still sending soft shivers down your spine and to your toes never the less.

One way or another, you're always in Bear Shane's arms, in his lap, laying on his chest, always touching him in some form.

Bear Shane nestles you in his lap, reclined and relaxed in an arm chair, hand feeding you snacks you prepared together earlier while the Gridball game drones on the television. He mocks an aeroplane with a pepper popper, playfully popping it in your mouth. His thumb comes up to wipe a stray stain off sauce off of the corner of your mouth - and he licks it up with a smack of his lips. He can't help but chuckle at the face you give him, all too cute and scrunched up with faux disgust. His smile is goofy, nose nuzzling against your own, foreheads pressed together for just a moment, a sloppy wet kiss pressed to your cheek just to get another silly reaction out of you. His bear ears twitch and wiggle, following the teasing and goofy smile plastered on his face.

The hours after Bear Shane sends you into pure syrup sweet bliss in the bedroom are always the softest. After a wash and dry of your bodies, feeling soft and clean, back bundled up under the cool sheets of your bed. Bear Shane beckons you to him, big arms outstretched for you to fall into. He lays on his back, holding you to his body, watching your head rise and fall with his breathing. You can't help it- laying on his chest. Swollen pecs built from muscle and fat, skin warm, decorated in a decent sheen of dark hair- and his heart, pumping behind his ribcage, thumbing in your ear as you nuzzle and kiss him.

Yoba, the twinkle in your eye makes the moment all the more golden- glazed and sleepy dazzled in the soft lamp light, carefully brightening the room from the bedside table. You were warm, so warm on his skin, eyes warm for him, bathed in a room of warm golden light, kissed sweet in a honey glaze.

"Yer' my Sunshine," His voice is low, rasped with exhaustion and a huff of amusement, purposely saying such corny things to make your nose wrinkle for him to kiss.

Bear Shane is big on his afternoon naps. The man was tired from doing his duty on the farm; Tending to the chickens, tidying their coop with utmost care. Harvesting the tree tappers for maple syrup, trying is very best to resist just a little teeny taste of the forbidden nectre - lest you scold him for it. Last time he looked like a kicked baby cub, ears droopy, lips pouted, his teddy bear eyes eventually got him out of it. Poor Bear Shane dregs himself inside, gobbling up his afternoon lunch with you, wiping off a stray stain of muck and soot off of your cheek with a wet cloth while you wash up the dishes.

Exhaustion lays thick in his bones, he practically has to man-handle you from running out the door, coddling you up in a big bear hug. It's all giggles and smooches though, as he drags the both of you to the lounge or the bed, wrapping his thick arms around your torso and stuffing his face in the back of your neck. He can't help but place a big, wet kiss on your skin, his prickly stubble scrapping gently over the spot. His laugh is goofy, arms squeezing you tight for just a moment when you whine and visibly shiver at the sensitive tickling.

His bear ear flicks when the sound of the farm house door rasps with a knock. His thick brows furrow, lips coming to a town turned frown, exasperated when you shift to leave. He cooes a dramatic 'noooo', arms caging you in comically, rolling over, dragging you with him while you giggle and fein protest.

When you finally answer the door, the poor visitor jumps in surprise when they find a sleepy Bear Shane hanging over your shoulder, chin tucked against your neck, honey brown eyes glaring up at the intruder.

"Whadaya' want.." He grumbles, earning a soft smack on his hip. When the visitor states their business Bear Shane blissfully ignores them, using their boring droning voice to slowly doze back into your neck. He breathes in deep, savouring the subtle twinge of sweetness coming off of your skin- maybe your honey milk soap, or the pretty vanilla perfume you put on thay day- whatever it was it was golden behind his eyes, melting his heart down into syrup- strong enough to flavour anything in your life with his love.

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Was this corny? It feels corny- confession: it's been probably 8 years since I have written just fluff- go easy on me ♡ and pls lmk how I could improve if I can!

shane my love, my mess, my chunkins- my heart blooms for him~

My inbox is very very full right now- thank you for all the wonderful ideas :)) I will do my best to catch up on them ♡

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[telomeraseee]

Hellu, welcome back!! Can I request a fluffy Suna bestfriends to lovers one shot? Thank you so much <3 hope you've a wonderful day/night ✨🥰

a/n: ok my first piece since im back! i apologise in advance if i got carried away, also wasnt sure which suna you wanted, bfo timeskip or after but i went with the safe bet : before 🙏

also i realised how ass my writing as gotten so please i beg for feedback! thank you to anyone whos reading this, love all of u and hope everyone is doing genki <3

ps. send more requests, my hands are itching to write ehehe

You became friends with Suna on the first day of high school, he was one of the only students who didn’t come from inarizaki junior high so he was assigned a buddy, you. The first meeting was kinda awkward since you could tell he didn’t really care about anything that was going on around him but you were determined to at least show him the basics of what it meant to be a student here. So on you went, showing him around the school, telling him which days would have the best food and which vending machines were broken (free drinks never hurt anyone). 

Even though you were a pretty social person, you were always too busy studying or too busy dealing with things at home to truly be part of a friend group. It never really bothered you, but now that you were in high school you wanted friends, friends who wanted to spend time with you, so when the buddy programme ended, you were sad since for the last three days Suna was like that friend for you. But he surprised you the next day by dragging his chair to your desk during lunch and said “there better be space for one more here”. So then it began, your friendship with Suna, you would have lunch with him, he would walk home with you, get ice cream and coffee with you. you thought he hung out with you because he couldn’t be bothered to talk to anyone else, which you weren’t complaining about. Most of the time he just listened to you talk (more like yap in his opinion) and poke fun at you when he felt like it. For example, when you asked him, “why do you hang out with me? It’s suspicious. Or is because our suna-chan is scared make friends” his deadpan face was response enough and had you snickering because how could such a facial expression say that much. then he got up and started walking away. “okay, okay I’m sorry, you know I love hanging out with you,” you quickly say as you grab his arm to stop him. He resists a little but when he eventually turns around you see a little smirk on his face. what a sneaky bastard. 

All throughout first year you keep each other company and he even started you teaching you how to play volleyball and that when you think it started. His hands on you started warming you up more than you liked. You found yourself becoming slightly more shy around him and thinking about what it would feel like to hug him or the feel his hands on you. “Y/n-chan did you do something different with your hair?” He says as he lifts a strand of your hair and plays with it. You pretend like you don’t feel your stomach twist in anticipation. “I just cut it a little and layered it Suna-chan. You think the boys will finally notice me now?” You tease, there’s a beat of silence which makes things a little awkward and then you feel a little tug on the strand, “why are you thinking about other guys, when you have me right here y/n-chan,” Suna says with a small smile on his face. You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart starts beating faster, you quickly look away from him to hide it but you feel the tug again and this time its quite a bit harder, “you look beautiful, y/n,” he says, looking straight at you. You groan, thump your head on the wall next you and whisper your extremely smart retort, “Shut up Suna-chan.” You hear his laughter in response and guess what? He’s still playing with you hair. 

Moments like that keep building up, like the time he tied your shoelace for you or the time he saved your face from being smashed in by a ball or the time he glared at a few boys who were staring at you a bit too long (he doesn’t know you saw him glare, what he doesnt know wont hurt him). In small ways, he showed you he cared, but you were always afraid because he would give you enough to convince you he likes you but what if he just appreciated you as a friend and this was his way of showing it? 

The school year ended, but the two of you saw each other often, getting ice cream and sitting in the park for hours talking. He would tell you all about the volleyball team and explain the different techniques he uses to block his opponents. It always made you smile since in the beginning it was always you who did the talking. He would push you on the swing as you told him about your childhood. You guys would sit on the see-saw and argue about which onigiri stuffing is superior (team tuna always wins). And soon summer is over and a whole year had gone by, your feelings for him have grown to the point you need to tell him soon or you’re afraid you might explode. But when? He has so much going on for him you felt like you would never find the perfect time to tell him. Time slips by and before you know it there you are watching Suna play in the Interhigh tournament. You had been to a few of his games before and they were amazing to watch, not to mention how good he looked when he played. His toned arms and thick thighs had you in a chokehold, to feel those arms around you, to feel that body pressed against yours, to feel his heartbeat and his hands holding yours. You were down bad. 

During the Interhigh finals, you watched as victory slipped through their fingers, they were so close. But the team didn’t seem to be too bothered by this loss, they were still smiling and laughing with each as they walked off the court. You’re not exactly sure why but that was when you decided you had to tell him today. You head downstairs and you see the team walk out, you offer them some ‘good games’ and see that Suna is at the back. He surprises you by coming up to you and wrapping him arms around you. “Hey, y/n-chan, thanks for coming today,” he says. You freeze for a second but then return the hug, “anything for my suna-chan” you reply with a smile on your face. “By the way, I need to tell you something so meet me in the park when you’re done?” You say, you tried your best to sound normal, but you were pretty sure he could hear the nervousness in your voice. Internally you begged him not to laugh at you or make any snide comments and thank god he didn’t. He just replied with a “Yes sir!” plus a salute and said he would text when he was on his way.

In the park you go through every scenario you could possibly think of, what if he rejected you? Would you still be friends? If he said yes, he liked you back, what would happen then? Would he kiss you? Would he hug you? Does that mean you guys would be dating? Would he want to cuddle? Okay you were getting lost in your thoughts, just focus on the present y/n. As if to remind you of that fact, your phone chimes with a message from him saying he’ll be there in 10 minutes. Shit, this was actually happening. You get up do a few jumping jacks and jog around a little in hopes to calm down. 

“Y/n, what did you want to talk about?” You hear from behind you, you jump in surprise and let out a little squeal. “Suna-chan, you scared me! Don’t sneak up on me like that,” you chide. He looks good as ever, his face as expressionless as ever even though you know that’s just how he looks and that he actually has quite a bit going up in the brain of his. Here goes nothing…. you move your gaze to over his shoulder and start, “Suna-chan, I’m not sure if you noticed but I sort of….kind of…. Have a tiny, miniscule crus-“ That’s all he lets you get out before you hear his giggles, you focus on him and you feel like you’re gonna faint. when he sees you meet his eyes he takes a step closer to you and in your peripheral you see his hand come up. He cups your cheeks and the smirk drops from his face, “y/n-chan, you almost beat me to it. I feel the same way you do so you can tell your heart to calm down, I’m afraid you’re gonna have a heart attack at this rate,” he says. You stand there, your mouth drops a little to form an O. “Lost for words? That’s ok, we don’t need words for this,” Suna says as he lowers his head to place a light kiss on your lips. You feel his other hand come around your waist to pull you closer and his hand on your face goes into your hair and cradles your head as he guides your lips back to his. It feels so soft and so intimate. you raise your hands and snake them around his neck and deepen the kiss. It feels so good, you feel like you’re floating. This is better than anything you thought of, it feels like tiny fireworks are going off in your brain, it feels like so many things are being said with no words (in true suna fashion imo). After god knows how long, your mouths separate, both of you panting, foreheads resting against each others. “Y/n-chan….. “ I know sun-chan, that was….”amazing,” he finishes. He re-adjusts himself so that youre wrapped in his arms now. You could stay here forever. 

[poeghoul]

hard times iv

in which they share a first kiss.

word count: 4,567 warnings: fluff. fluff. major fluff. authors note: i love them so much. so happy with this part <3

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It had become their new routine; Harry would pick y/n up from work, they would head back to her place and just lay with each other on her bed. It was bliss. Harry had never felt so warm in the coldest months of his life. She had become his sun. And he was her moon. Every star had shined brighter since she had come into his life. He was overcome by joy, and the little voice that warned him seemed to quiet down. 

Y/n, like usual, fell asleep on Harry's chest. He was properly messing up her sleep schedule with how comfortable he was to fall asleep on. But how could she resist? He was warm and she had never felt more safe. 

Harry loved to watch her sleep. He loved to watch her chest rise and fall at a slow, steady pace, loved to hear her soft breaths escape her lips, loved to be the one she fell asleep on. It was intimate, and though he had many, many partners, he felt this was the most intimate relationship he’d ever had. He hadn’t even kissed her yet; hadn’t even taken her on a date and though she didn’t mind, she hoped it would come soon. It scared him, not the date aspect, but the idea that she could say no. He was too in his head about it, fearful that the girl he’d deemed his sweet, little lamb would run off from a stalking predator ready to strike. 

He was nothing of the sort. Nothing if not gentle with her.

He would never hurt her; wished to never see her cry again. 

He’d gotten to know who she is, what she’s like when he’s not being standoffish or short with her. He learned she loved green, deep greens, and that the fall to winter transition was her favorite, even though the time change was damning for her. That her favorite scents were ones that made her feel warm inside. That she was a maximalist and called herself a hoarder because of it. He learned so much about her in so little time. He learned that he was truly fucked, that he was truly head over heels for her. 

And she had learned so much about him, too. Learned that he loved to sing and play guitar when he had the time. Learned that Jax, Daniel, Lee and the rest of his “men” lived with him and most of the time, Harry wished they didn’t. He loved his alone time where he was able to be himself and not have to think about the numbers or details about his job. A job that terrified y/n, but she’d never dare to tell him. He loved blues and oranges, loved cooking and tending to his garden. Loved things she’d never expect him to. The majority of his interests had come as a surprise to her. 

She loved his curls and the smell of his hair products. Loved his voice in the morning, deep and husky with the way he said good morning. Loved his forehead kisses, and holding his hand, and doing just about everything with him now. He was her newfound home. She’d go with him anywhere.

She’d never met anyone as soft with her as he is. She doesn’t think she’d meet anyone else who is. That made her happy. He made her happy; she was over the moon with him. Delighted in spending any waking moment with him. 

+++

“Would you want to go on a date?” Harry stood against the only unoccupied kitchen counter in y/n’s apartment (he had told her many times already that her kitchen space was far too small for someone who bakes at her frequency). Her head shot up, looking at him with a slack jaw. An expression that made him smirk while he sucked frosting off his thumb, a ‘hmm’ sound leaving his lips; a gesture that had her throat drying instantly. 

“Like, a real date?” he nodded. She bit her lips in her mouth, looking down at the plate of cinnamon rolls she was currently frosting. Timidly, she nods, mumbling the tiniest ‘yeah’ against Harry’s wishes. 

“Didn’t hear that, little lamb. Won’t you speak up for me?” he stepped closer to her, looking down at her as she refused to show him her blushing cheeks. 

“Harry,” she whined, still not daring to look at him. 

“What? Couldn’t hear ya, that’s all.” she didn’t even have to look at him to know he was still wearing his smirk. 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head before responding. “Yes,” she said, still quiet as a mouse. 

But still, Harry wasn’t giving her what she wanted. “Hmm, still didn’t get that, angel.”

She pouted, finally looking at him and not caring that her cheeks were a deep red. “Yes. Yes I want to go on a date with you, Harry!” she practically shouted. He grinned down at her, dimples piercing his cheeks. “Are you happy now?” 

“Yes, actually.” he scooped some frosting onto his finger and dabbed the white cream on her nose. She scrunched up her nose, her pout disappearing into a smile, “very happy now.” he said before holding the sides of her face and promptly licking the frosting off her nose, eliciting a squeal-like laugh from the girl. 

“You’re so annoying,” she giggled, still grinning up at him. There had to be glitter in her eyes with the way they were sparkling. Harry swore there was a hole in the ceiling and her eyes were reflecting the brightest stars ever seen by man. “What do you want to watch tonight?” She asked the same question just about every night, always offering him to pick. He memorized her favorite shows (not her favorite movies though, as she had something called “top fifty picks”, which consisted of fifty of her favorite movies) and always made sure to pick something she’d love, even if he wasn’t a fan (he would never tell her that).

They sat down on the edge of her bed, a single plate rested on her thigh with two cinnamon rolls. She finally had the patience to wait for the dough to rise now that she wasn’t always alone and succumbing to her intrusive thoughts the winter brought. Time with Harry was the best distraction. 

He held the remote in his hand, the piece of black plastic looked like it was made for babies in his large hands. He waited for her tv to connect to the wifi and scrolled through hulu while she waited patiently, her chin resting on his shoulder. He decided on PEN15 and set the remote beside him so they could dig in to their sweet treat. 

It was the best cinnamon roll Harry had ever had. 

+++

“I’ve always wanted to go there,” y/n said from the passenger seat as they passed by a recently shut down roller rink. Harry briefly looked to his right, the bright colors of the sign blurring past them as he drove. 

They were on their way to pick up a pizza from the only pizza joint in their town Harry wouldn’t refuse to eat. Once he realized her diet mainly consisted of diner food and baked goods he swore he’d buy or make her something every night. Ever since that decision, y/n had not felt nearly as poor as she had before. Her stomach issues were significantly better. 

“When did it close?” 

“M’not sure, I think, like, a month or so ago. I dunno.” she shrugged, her hand playing with the rings on his right hand that rested above her knee. Her fingers were always cold, Harry thought to buy her some mittens, or even to take up crocheting to try and make her some. 

The ride was silent, not filled with tension as it had been when they first met, but one with comfort and warmth. Harry left the car running as he went inside to pay and pick up their pre order. A large cheese pizza to share. He was happy to know she had an aversion to meat just as he did. 

Y/n had never gone to Harry’s home. Didn’t even know where or what part of town he lived in, if he even lived in town. He was strict, for some reason, on her not venturing there. Which is why they always hung out at her apartment even though he thought it was far too small even for one person.

Harry parked in his normal spot and ran over to y/n’s side to open the door for her and pick the pizza up from off her lap, the heat from the pizza almost burning her thighs, she didn’t mind, though, it was nearly freezing out (for her). She thanked him as they made their way up the stairs. The bells on her doorknob no longer bothered Harry. Much like her, he’d gotten used to the annoying sound. 

And as per usual, they sat on the edge of her bed, two slices of pizza sat on a plate that rested on her lap, and she waited to start on her piece until Harry had selected something to watch. Entertainment was necessary for consuming a meal, even if she had Harry with her.

He was quiet the rest of the night. It worried her to no end, he hadn’t been like this in some time. And he left at 8 pm, even though he said he’d stay the night, claiming he had a meeting with Niall he had to prepare for. She kissed his cheek and mumbled a good night before he walked out her front door. 

Her tongue was thick in her mouth, lip quivering and eyes welling over with tears that dared to spill at any moment. Her heart pounded in her chest, somehow feeling so heavy but empty at the same time. The anxiety she hadn’t felt in weeks was creeping up her throat, greeting her with a gag and bile toppling to her floor. A vicious way to say “hello, I’ve missed you”. Her mind was reeling, going at a million miles an hour, all thoughts of Harry calling off their date, blocking her phone number and pretending she never existed plagued her mind. She heaved out a sob, pulling her knees to her chest and letting the tears fall freely. She didn’t even care about the mess she had made, she just wanted to sleep and ignore the pain she hadn’t felt in months. The tender ache an unignorable feeling even as she slept. 

+++

H.🕯💌

Good morning, little lamb. Jax will be taking you to work this morning. Please call me when you’re off. Xx

She tenderly held the phone in her hand, a wave of relief flooded her as she read the message, thankful her anxious thoughts were disproven. That was the only good moment of her morning.

As soon as she got out of bed, her right foot stepped into the puddle she had accidentally left overnight. She gagged, covering her mouth with her hand and let out a small scream of disgust. Hopping on one foot, she grabbed a roll of paper towels from her counter and hopped back over to her mess. She practically unraveled half of the roll and laid it over the puddle before wiping her foot off. While cleaning her mess, she calculated how long of a shower would be acceptable this morning in order to not be late to work. If she didn’t make a coffee or have a cigarette that would give her an additional twelve minutes to get ready, and eight of those would be spent in the shower, so maybe she would be able to make a coffee if she allowed it to brew while she showered. If she brushed her teeth in the shower would that give her more time?

Jax was always early, standing next to the back passenger door right outside her apartment building, and sent her a toothy smile. “Sweet pea,” he greeted her as she buried her face in his chest, placing a kiss to the crown of her head. “Rough morning?” she nodded into his chest.

Her shower wasn’t even peaceful, the water was freezing, she almost fell when she got out, barely catching herself on the edge of the sink, and her mascara was not doing her long lashes justice, just leaving clumps of black on the small hairs. 

Just eight hours. Eight hours of orders being barked at her, arguments with the cooks and a small unpleasant interaction with Ross in passing. Just had to get through that and she’d be able to retreat to her home and call Harry and hear his deep, soothing voice. The time would go by quickly, right? It had to, just had to. 

But this was y/n, a girl plagued by an unjust number of unlucky days. The hours went by so slowly, she swore she’d turned 25 by the time her first fifteen minute break came. And she spilled coffee on herself, rolled her ankle and dropped a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage and pancakes all over the vinyl checkered flooring. By 12 pm, she had three cigarettes and four cups of black coffee. She hated black coffee. 

She felt drained by the time 3 pm rolled around, and couldn’t wait for her last table in her section to pay their tab. It was a group of four guys, all around her age and fairly attractive but nothing in comparison to Harry. They had asked her a series of uncomfortable questions and asked her to be in their tiktoks, she politely declined each time they asked, offering a smile and a ‘I’m not allowed to, sorry’ at every request.

Once she had seen them put a card on the receipt on the table, she practically ran over and picked it up off the table to run it through their outdated machine. She was buzzing with excitement. She approached the table, leaving their copy and the diner's copy of the receipt on the edge with the card on top, but they weren’t letting her go that easy. 

“Wait,” one of them, a curly headed brunette, grabbed her arm as she turned to walk off. “Do you have snapchat?” he held his phone out, the app already opened, for her to grab. She wasn’t sure she was hiding her annoyed expression well.

“Oh, I have a boyfriend. Sorry,” she half smiled at them, a dimple carving in only one of her cheeks. 

“You can’t have friends?” he laughed.

“I can.” she deadpanned, “I’m just respectful towards my partner.” 

They all scoffed, the one with a poorly grown mustache rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Whatever, you’re not even that pretty.” She smiled at that. 

+++

“Harry,” y/n whined from the passenger seat, a blindfold covering her eyes while Harry held both her wrists in his right hand. He chuckled at her, barely acknowledging her. 

“Don’t want to hear it, little lamb.”

“But-”

“But nothing.” he squeezed her wrists for a brief second, “gotta be a good girl and stay quiet if you want your surprise.” That had her heart pounding, a pool of warmth between her thighs, but she ignored the sensation. 

“Pleeaaaseee,” she turned her head, pouting at him, or at least she thinks she did. She doesn’t know if he had seen it. 

Harry had told her over the phone that they’d go on their date that night and to wear her bell bottom jeans and to avoid wearing a chunky sweater. She reminded him it was late December in northern California, he simply told her to bring a jacket and that he’d be there at six before hanging up. 

She rummaged through her closet as soon as he hung up to find her jeans, unsure of when she had last worn them or if they were even clean (they weren’t, she had to pay a visit to the small laundry room in her complex and prayed they’d be washed and dried in time). She paired the jeans with a tiny tank top with lace details and bow that embellished the neckline, but covered her top half with her thickest sweatshirt. 

Again, he squeezed her wrists together and shushed her while wearing a grin. 

At some point, she could feel him making four right turns and two u turns at different lights. He was trying to throw her off, she could tell. He had thrown her off the moment he pulled the blindfold out and covered her eyes as she got in his car. He had to resort to holding her wrists, not trusting her after her first attempt to pull it off. 

“Almost there, angel.” he spoke quietly. She just nodded in response, eager to be there already and see what he had planned. She had made up a variety of scenarios, one being a road trip to Disneyland (unrealistic) another being a museum date (also unrealistic, there were no museums in their tiny town). She was buzzing in her seat, anxious to get out and rip the stupid blindfold off. 

The car was shifted into park but Harry still hadn’t released her wrists. She went to whine again to him but he cut her off before she had the chance. 

“If I let go of your wrists, you promise to not peak?” she hesitated but nodded. “Y/n,” he said in a stern tone. 

“Harry,” she whined once more, “I won’t, I won’t I promise.”

“If you peak we’re leaving, got it?” she nodded immediately. “Good girl.” she smiled as he released her wrists. She had to put her hands under her thighs to keep from removing the blindfold. 

Harry opened the door for her and grabbed each of her hands again, but this time he was guiding her. 

“We’re gonna go up a ramp,” he instructed her, allowing her to brace herself for the sudden incline. Her heart pounded in her chest, she felt like vomiting all over again. “Going inside now,” he guided her through the door, holding it open with his elbow. Funky disco music played loudly and she could faintly hear arcade games in the back. 

He continued to guide her throughout the, still unknown, place. She even tried to tip her head back to peak out the small gap but Harry caught her as soon as she made the move. She groaned at him. 

“I’ll take it off right now lamb, don’t be impatient.” She pouted at him as he let go of her hands, grabbing her shoulders instead to position her correctly. “Okay, my little eager bunny,” he took the blindfold off, she squinted at the sudden lights. “Happy first date,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her head. 

Her mouth was agape, slightly frowning, her eyes welling all over again, about to pour over at the sweetest gesture ever made.

The disco music was louder, a man stood in a booth with DJ equipment before him, neon lights roamed the room and a disco ball reflected all over the big, empty space, casting a fluorescent glow on the two. Shooting games, skee ball and an air hockey table was on her right side, behind that a snack counter, a worker messing with her phone stood alone, and behind a grinning Harry, another employee stood with racks of rollerskates behind him. 

He had brought her to the roller rink. The exact one she had brought up the previous day. 

Once Harry noticed her expression, his face fell, his hands going to her waist to pull her into him. “What’s wrong, little lamb?” she shook her head, her tears falling freely, “Baby, please. Please tell me what’s wrong,” Harry’s voice was just above a whisper.

Still she shook her head, sniffling. “Nothing, Harry.” she cried, “this is the sweetest thing anyones ever done for me. It’s so,” she sniffled again, “you’re so perfect.” she scrunched his sweater up with her hands as she burrowed her face into his neck, pecking at the exposed skin. His hands rubbed her back, breathing in a sigh of relief. He had truly thought he messed the whole night up, thinking that maybe when she said she had always wanted to come her she had meant with someone else. He was so grateful for a different answer. “Thank you,” she whispered, kissing his neck once more before releasing her death grip on him and giving him a smile. He grinned back at her and kissed her nose, she giggled.

“Of course, little lamb. I’d do anything for you.” that alone had her ready to sob all over again. “What size, princess?” 

+++

Harry was terrible at skating.

He, for some reason, thought he’d be a pro at it. 

But he was absolutely not a pro, could barely even stand for more than ten seconds without almost losing his balance. He was gripping y/n’s arm so hard it was likely he’d leave a bruise for her to discover the following day. She insisted he use one of those skate mate guides, but he was too stubborn and refused. He fell on his ass right after he scoffed at her for even suggesting it. 

Y/n was holding his hands while she skated backwards, watching his feet and giving him pointers to make it easier. “Keep your knees bent,” she slowed down their speed so he could readjust his stance, his feet almost rolling out from beneath him as he almost wobbled over. She grinned at him even though he was too focused on his feet. 

“Maybe you should skate by yourself for a minute,” he exhaled through his mouth, still looking down at his feet. 

“No, I wanna skate with you.” He just shook his head, letting go of her hands. “Please,” she grabbed his forearm, trying to stabilize him once more. He gave her a half smile. “You’re just trying too hard, I promise it gets easier.”

“Just wanna sit for a minute.”

“Okay.” She helped him to the edge of the rink, watching as he sat down on the bench and ran a hand through his hair. 

“Show me how fast you are, little lamb.” He cocked his head to the side, smirking at her and leaning back on his hands. 

She gulped, the fire deep in her was reignited once more, but again she ignored the feeling. She took off, shuffling her feet beneath her and leaning slightly when the rink curved. The wind on her face felt nice, the heater that filled the room with a warmth that would be comfortable if not trying to skate for two people and her chunky sweatshirt had been overheating her, her cheeks a bright pink. Harry was hollering at her from his spot on the sideline, “See how fast you can go without me? I’m weighing you down, little one.” 

Laughing, she turned on her heel to skate backwards while she passed him, showing off her skills she had learned when she took up skating years ago, and turned right back around to gain more speed.

The DJ was set on playing a mix of the Bee Gees, ABBA and Earth, Wind & Fire, the best skating mix in her opinion. She whirled past Harry in a blur, barely seeing the grin that took up half his face. He shook his head at her, impressed with her ability to not only balance on the skates but also go as fast as she was. He just wished he could be doing it with her. 

“Please come back out, Harry. I won’t let you fall, I promise!” she shouted from across the rink, slowing down her pace and holding her hands together as she approached him, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. 

“I’ll have to think about it.”

“Please,” she whined, standing right in front of him, her hands still clasped in front of her. 

“Hmmm,” he tapped his chin, mocking her. “No.”

“I thought we were on a date.”

“We are, last I checked.”

“So you have to skate with me, Harry, that’s, like, a rule.” 

He took his bottom lip in his mouth for a moment, watching as she stared at his lips even after he released it. “Fine,” she grinned, and stepped on the platform with the bench to help him up. “I’ll skate with you,” she grabbed his hands, helping him stand up to tower over her. He looked down at her while she grinned up at him, hands still intertwined, but she made no effort to move. Neither did he. 

Slowly, Harry began to lean in, his eyes still piercing into hers, while she tilted her head back. She gulped as he leaned in further to close the distance between their lips, her eyes closing with bliss. 

His lips were soft, plush against her own, his warmth radiating off his body. Gently, his hands broke from her tight grip, resting on her cheeks to pull her closer to him. Her lips were sweet, the blue raspberry Icee she had ordered from the snack counter lingering. Harry reveled in the taste, silently begging for more. He couldn’t get enough. She was soft, delicate in his hands and he held her like a porcelain doll, so incredibly careful to not break the precious glass of her skin. 

She wanted, no, needed more of him. Wanted him to be hers entirely. Wanted to feel him entirely. She gripped the hem of his sweater, whining on his lips as he wouldn’t allow her tongue access to wander where it pleased. She was electric, on fire and still he wasn’t giving her what she wanted.

Hesitantly, he pulled away, sucking on her bottom lip slightly before releasing it. Her eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated, taking up more space than Harry liked. He smiled down at her, longing in his eyes, and kissed her nose before moving his hands to hold hers once again.

“I thought we were here to skate?” he teased, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. She, naturally, smushed her face into his chest again, taking in the scent of his cologne, her newfound favorite scent. Pine. 

“Wanna go home,” she mumbled into the wool of his sweater. 

“Hmm, why’s that?”

“Wanna lay with you and sleep,” still muffled. 

Harry exhaled deeply through his nose, breaking his gaze set at the crown of her head, suddenly fearful he had ruined her night by innocently kissing her. He removed one of his hands from hers, patting her on the back before slightly pushing her away. “You sure?” she nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Will we be able to come back? How much longer will they be open?”

He grinned, “whenever you liked. I know the new owner.” He didn’t mention it was himself. 

+++

The tv played quietly, a rerun of Bojack Horseman playing (the talking horse show as Harry liked to call it) while she slept on his chest. A snoopy blanket covered her boy as Harry laid succumbing to the cold bite of her apartment. He didn’t mind the chill, wouldn’t even mind freezing if it meant she’d be with him as he endured the hypothermic shock. The pain would serve as a reminder that they both were real and together. 

In a whisper, an “I love you” was heard. 

crying only because i'm happy

tags: @tiaamberxx @jerseygirlinca @n0vaj3an @tpwk-mia @indierockgirrl @buckybarnessimpp @hannah9921 @love-letters-to-uranus @ribbonknives @annesauriol @moneybaby07 @stylesfever @hermionelove

[lilacgaby]

01 | Mᴀʀʀʏ ᴍᴇ

~1.3k

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the kingdom of todoroki ruled with an iron fist.

lands around were conquered easily, any resistance killed off instantly without regret. through their destructive forceful tendencies, they garnered a reputation across the many nations of the land for their brutality that rivaled even the nation of barbarians.

their harsh punishment to innocents came twice as hard if there was even a chance that the victims happened to be witches.

the tale as old as time went as followed: a witch had resisted the cruel king's orders face to face, which led to confrontation. what were these orders? that was lost to time, but the hatred for witches wasn't.

more specifically, the hatred that had arose from a fight that had left the king's face permanently scared across his eye.

since then, witches have been hunted down and executed in mere seconds, with the only witches allowed to live being ones who served the king himself. the todoroki who had set it into place, and enji who now ruled, all vowed for the same thing.

the murder of all witches who weren't 'serving' the kingdom.

this didn't stop born witch prodigy, [name], from embracing her powers.

even with the amount of books burned, the brooms and wands used as firewood, the king could not stop the generational knowledge that passed down through the witch bloodline. that very bloodline which coursed through her veins.

since childhood, she'd practice these powers. it had been awakened on a full moon when she suddenly found she had the power of ice, she froze over an entire lake just to go ice skating in the summer. feeling guilty, she felt she had to unfreeze the lake and save the now dormant fishes in it, which led to her discovering her fire.

each element of her magic was discovered through experimentation and coincidence, just like the first generations of witches.

because of her strength, personality, and kindness, she was well-known and protected throughout her town's very own taverns and cottages. the villagers would warn her of soldiers passing through, and would even give her space to practice in their yards. she would heal the townsfolk for cheap, start fires, and found other useful ways to apply her elemental magic through her assistance in the town.

in particular: shinsou, a worker at the tavern, toga, a knight, and midoriya, the town's intellect all worked to keep her safe.

everyday, after a hard days of work for them all, they'd sit in the tavern, drink, and chat. midoriya, who couldn't seem to keep his nose out of a book before too long. shinsou, who was eternally tired. and toga, always passionate. they were home to [name], and she was just as important to them as they were to her.

the town, which was abandoned from any form of assistance from the royals, had lost their main form of income which was magic long ago. but, the happiness and community that had been built from the tragedy of the loss was something that couldn't be robbed from them.

as such, this arrangement worked for years, where not a single incident where [name] was ever suspected as a witch had ever come to light. royal checkpoints, random searches, and even interrogations were never fruitful.

until a faithful day where [name] strayed out far too far for far too long.

it had been a necessary risk she neeeded to take. she ran out of frog mucus and birds tongue, which were huge parts of her healing brews.

colds and flus were abundant this time of year, the transition between summer and winter hitting harder for some more than most.

she had just gotten out of the swamp, when from behind she was approached by a man. he was dressed head to toe in expensive garments, hell even his horse was groomed head to toe.

"hello." the strange man said, a fancy air about him. his halfed red-white hair stood out from the rest of his outfit, which was all a royal blue. his heterochromic eyes watching her as she finished stuffing her small basket full of items.

"oh, hello. may i help you with something?" she tried not to show it, but she felt tense. not at the man himself, but because of the red-haired knightsguard member who was staring bullets into her, threateningly.

"yes, actually. i was hoping if you'd know of any healing remedies for my mother. the medics in my home are unable to help her, and you look like you know what you're doing."

she seemed shocked at his request. if royal medics couldn't help how could she? but she decided to indulge him anyways. "oh, of course. i'm not sure if what i can give you would be any stronger or different but, if you follow me to my town i can give you a remedy."

"that sounds perfect, i planned to head into town regardless. thank you..?"

"[name]."

he stuck out his hand, as he introduced himself back. "shoto todoroki."

she almost drops her basket at the revelation, but snaps out of it quickly enough to take his hand. this guy was the heir to the todoroki empire? and even the royal medics couldn't heal his mother? what was going on? why wasn't this headlines everywhere?

"oh, well, todoroki, you can follow me back to the village. it isn't far now."

"alright then, lead the way."

as she led him, his horse, and that red-haired knight to the village, she was deciding whether or not it was safe for him to head into town. he was a prince for godsake! or more accurately, whether it'd be safe for her to enter with him into town.

"todoroki.. if you don't mind me asking, why did you come all this way yourself? isn't it dangerous?"

"well, i suppose. but i have my knight with me here as insurance, and i can handle myself just fine."

"oh, okay. well, we're here. i'll just be a second." she ran inside a shop, and moments later came out with two vials of a pink liquid.

"these should help at least relieve some of the pain felt. while they're not a full solution since i don't know what exactly she's facing, they're a pain suppressive that will help her feel better."

todoroki looked them over, seemingly impressed.

"you have pretty potent remedies for a civilian. thank you for your assistance [name]."

"ah! well, you know, practice gets me pretty good at them!"

"don't mind my asking but, are you a witch?"

she nervously started laughing and denying the allegations. "what? a witch? you're crazy, what would ever give you that idea?"

"i went into another town before this on accident. a woman who claimed to be a witch gave me a remedy, yet called it a potion. and even so, it didn't feel half as powerful as yours [name]. just from touching yours, i feel a strong aura."

"well.. maybe she was just a liar?"

"no, [name]. i think i'm smart enough to know a witch when i see one, especially since my castle medics are witches."

[name] sighed, knowing she had been caught. "okay, fine, i'm a witch."

instead of slicing her head off right there, he just took on a thoughtful expression as he looked up at the sky.

he suddenly brought his eyes back down to her. "[name], i'm going to ask you something quite forward. i hope you can forgive me."

"forward?"

"i know this is sudden but,

would you marry me?"

she now dropped her basket to the ground, her jaw dropping along with it. was this man insane? he certainly didn't look it, he was actually quite handsome so.

why was he so crazy?

"i- i just met you? where did that come from?!"

"well you see, i really..

want my father off the throne."

next!

[kimberlyannharts]

At this point Power Rangers has done a few crossover comics, and they've all been some pretty logical and big name choices - the Justice League, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Godzilla. So today's crossover comic is one that definitely took people by surprise - Usagi Yojimbo, the long-running story of a wandering rōnin having adventures in feudal Japan (who also happens to be a bunny rabbit), written and illustrated by Stan Sakai since 1984. While an icon in his own right - funnily enough, he's a regular guest in TMNT properties - I don't think ANYONE really had HIM in mind as a contender for a crossover with Power Rangers compared to more conventional properties like Transformers or even My Little Pony.

After all, what do they know about samurai in Power Rangers?

It's Mighty Morphin Power Rangers/Usagi Yojimbo!

= So I know I've gone on and on about Shawn Daley's art but I really just need you to look at them again. It just makes me so happy to see a more stylized take on the MMPRs - basically if you took Daniele di Nicuolo's art and ramped up the anime influence by 100. It gives the book that much extra charm

= who the hell is THIS I'm here for the FURRIES not another random boring human!!!!!! it's like I'm playing Animal Crossing

= Jason's attitude in this book annoys me but at the same time it wouldn't be a Ryan book if he wasn't writing Jason in a way that annoys me.

= (also, they knew about the Morphin Masters this early in their Ranger career? I guess Zordon did mention them in an early episode, but.........what have they done that's similar to this that Jason would know about kjkjdkf

= I still think it's very weird that they didn't give the whole "maybe it would be easier if I was fighting alone" to uh.....you know.....Tommy, the loner? Who's so used to fighting alone that he struggled to adjust to a team? But I guess he has a girlfriend and Jason doesn't so.

= Is this a safe space. because the rabbit is pretty hot.

= HAHAHAAAA TOKEN EVIL HUMAN I KNEW IT

= YFIP: THE MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS - assisting the villain, thievery of a powerful artifact, assault against civilians, racism against furries

= Like I've said before Jason's characterization here irritates me a bit but I'll give the book props that someone's actually allowed to call him out on it for once. Like man I wish Tommy in the main series was allowed to tell Jason to shut up once in a while like Usagi does here

= Kim: Tommy, it's 4 pm! Time to go help our friends!

Tommy: yes honey

= Wow, look at these guys! They're like......Shogun Rangers! ............wait a minute

= But seriously, though, I gotta say these are one of the best alternate MMPR designs we've gotten in ages - I LOVE how they apply all of MMPR's little details into each individual user. And the altered weapons are awesome, too. Between these and the Kaiju Rangers we've really been cooking with the alternate forms lately

= And as I said, they did manage to resist the urge to give Usagi a Ranger form. I did like my old "maybe he'll find a Samuraizer" idea, though

= They both nearly died via crystal explosion a few hours ago but all they care about is their cool new outfits, just otp things <3

= I was about to say "well yeah, duh, that's why the Dragonzord doesn't have wings" but then I remembered. oh yeah. technically the Zords aren't Japanese in origin in-universe, are they

= It's nice to see Dragonzord Battle Mode! That was a form that didn't get a lot of spotlight in the comics - I think the only time we really saw it in the main series was Shattered Grid, and not for very long before it got destroyed by Serpentera

= Kim and Usagi only get one real onscreen exchange but she also catches him in the Pterodactyl and they have matching bangs. I'll take this as a win, though Splinter is still her #1 rodent dad

= they are so fucking sad

= I think future books should bring Usagi back or just crossover with him again with no explanation. Make people think he's a PR character just like how people assume he's a TMNT character

[firequeenofficial]

Team Ranchers Week Day 4 - It's Over. Go Home.

When Jimmy wasn’t with the rest of the Empires crew going home, Tango was the only one to notice. 

He brought it up to the others, who shrugged it off. 

“The lad probably headed home early,” Joel told him. “He doesn’t do well with goodbyes.”

“Right,” Tango said. “That makes sense.” He tried not to let it hurt that Jimmy wouldn’t even come see him before leaving. When that didn’t work, he settled with trying not to let it show just how much it hurt. 

“Cheer up,” Impulse said, clapping him on the back. “We can do another one of these some time!”

Everyone made excited noises, agreeing that it would be a good idea, and Tango joined in, but his thoughts were a million miles away, in Tumble Town, where his Rancher was undoubtedly doing all sorts of official sheriff-y things. Some part of him, a much larger part than he’d ever admit, wished he could be there with him. But he knew this was his place, with Impulse and Grian and Zedaph and all the other Hermits. 

After a final round of farewells, the Empires crew went home, and Grian announced, “Who’s hungry?”

A cheer went up from the Hermits, and they all started to follow him to his base for a feast, but Tango hung back. 

“You coming, buddy?” Impulse asked, pausing to wait for him. 

“I think I’m gonna pass,” Tango said nonchalantly. 

“Oh, come on, Decked Out can go without its dungeon master for a few hours!” Zedaph protested. 

“I won’t be long,” Tango assured them. “I just need to do some maintenance, no big deal. You guys go ahead!” 

Zedaph just shrugged and hurried after the others. 

Impulse wasn’t convinced. “If you’re sure,” he said slowly. 

“Hey, I’ll be fine! I’ll catch you guys up later.” It was a lie, and both of them knew it.

“Fine.” Not looking pleased, Impulse turned away and flew in the direction the others went. 

Tango watched them go for a minute, before flying in the opposite direction, to the Deepfrost Citadel. 

It was strange. He’d spent so many frustrating hours among his noodles, and far too many times emerged feeling like he wanted to pull his hair out, but it was still his happy place on the server. It was a sort of safe haven, somewhere he was in change and in control, where he knew exactly what was going on at any given time because he’d made it that way. In here, when his mind was full of redstone and calculations, nothing else mattered because there wasn’t any space for anything else to matter. In here, nothing could hurt him. 

In here, he could pretend he didn’t miss his Rancher so much it hurt. 

As he ducked under and stepped over and dodged around the scarlet powder, he took a deep breath, pushing out all those feelings. Instinctively, his eyes took everything in around him, checking for anything out of place, making sure every tiny component worked exactly right. The thinking took over the feeling, and he could already feel himself calming. 

A twittering sounded above him, and he glanced up to see his yellow bird flitting through the higher boughs of his noodles. A smile tugged involuntarily on his lips. He’d found the bird shortly after returning from Double Life, and hadn’t been able to resist taming it and bringing it home. He wasn’t sure when it had gotten into the Citadel, but he’d never complained. He enjoyed the company. He hadn’t trusted himself to name the creature just yet, knowing he’d probably choose something sappy, so it had stayed as “his yellow bird”. 

He started climbing towards the bird, expertly following familiar paths and avoiding shifting the redstone dust. It flew further into the redstone, and Tango climbed faster, trying to catch up. 

It ducked out of sight, and Tango scrambled to find it again, partly enjoying the chase and partly panicking that he’d lost his yellow bird. 

That was when he heard the giggle under the bird’s singing. 

Tango froze. He knew that laugh. He knew it well. It was in every dream, in every silence and in every call of his yellow bird. 

There was no way. 

Tango moved faster than ever, cresting a high point in the noodles, and in the valley that followed, he saw him. 

The golden hair. The bright yellow wings. The hat hanging from his neck. The laughter that lit up the dark innards of his Citadel. The hand reaching up for his yellow bird to land on it.

His Rancher. 

“Jimmy?” 

His voice was quiet, but his Citadel had a way of amplifying it, of echoing its Dungeon Master’s orders around the entire structure, like it wanted to be sure everyone heard it. 

The Canary looked up, shocked at being caught. 

“Oh. Hi, Tango.” He looked nervous. 

“You’re still here?” It was all Tango could think to say. “The others are all gone already.”

Jimmy looked down at the bird curled up in his cupped hands. “Yeah.”

“I- I thought you left without saying goodbye.”

Jimmy looked back up at him, face open in surprise. “What? Why would I do that?”

“Joel said-”

“Don’t listen to anything Joel said,” his Rancher told him with a scoff. “He loves making my life difficult.” Then he cracked a smile. “So, what’s next on the roster?”

“Jimmy…” Tango said, the sadness coming back full force. He wanted more than anything to go down to him, but he knew it was a bad idea. He knew if he came close enough to touch him, he would lose all the restraint he was trying so hard to hold on to. “Jimmy, it’s over. Go home.” 

Jimmy’s face fell again. “Why?” 

“If the rift closes while you’re still here-”

“Would that be so bad?”

“You don’t belong here, buddy,” Tango told him, wrapping his arms around himself. He sank into a crouch, the closest he would let himself get. “You have to go home.” 

“Tango-”

“No, Jimmy, you can’t stay!” 

Tango felt like his heart was breaking all over again. This was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he knew he had to do it. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” 

Jimmy took a step forward. “I want to stay here! With you!”

“But you can’t.” 

“I don’t want to lose you again!” Jimmy shouted. 

“And I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret!” Tango shouted back. “You don’t belong here, Jimmy! You know you don’t!”

“And you know I don’t care!” Jimmy stretched out his wings and pushed himself into the air, landing only a few feet away from Tango. 

Tango shot upright and took several steps away. 

“Please, Jimmy! Please, just go home! It’s what’s best for both of us!”

Jimmy sucked in a breath. “B- both?” 

Tango closed his eyes and turned away. “You can’t stay.” 

Jimmy’s footsteps came closer, and Tango’s heart seized, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away. The Canary took his hand just as his yellow bird landed on Tango’s opposite shoulder. “Don’t push me away, Tango. Please.” Jimmy’s voice broke. “I miss you.” 

Tango opened his mouth to say something else, to force him to leave, to snap something scathing that will make him want to leave. What came out instead was a quiet, “I miss you too.” 

“So why do you want me gone so much?”

“Don’t you get it?” Tango pulled away from him, twisting around to face him. “We’re not meant to stay together! Grian told me - we’re not even supposed to remember Double Life! The longer we’re together, the more we fight for this, for us, the more danger we’re in! 

“You need to leave, Jimmy! It’ll just hurt more the longer you stay! I can’t be the reason you stay! I can’t be the reason you get hurt! Not again!” 

His fire was burning bright. The redstone around him was flickering, affected by his anger, his fear, his pain. He hated this. He hated that look on Jimmy’s face, like a kicked puppy. He hated that he’d put it there. He hated that he’d had to put it there, that it was the only way to save him. 

Finally, Jimmy asked softly, “Did Grian say anything else?” 

Tango swallowed. “He- he wouldn’t tell me what would happen, but he said it would be bad. He said… he said it was dangerous even just us being together for this short time. He didn’t even want me to see you. He tried to stop me from going, tried to convince me to not let you come here. And he said- he-” Tango had to stop to collect himself, the fear stealing his voice for a second. “He said as long as you’re here, you’re in far more danger than me. He said it would be my fault if you got hurt while you were here. I can’t let that happen. Please, Jimmy. Please.”

For a moment, Jimmy just looked at him. Then he opened his mouth and-

Doubled over in pain with a shout. 

“Jimmy?!” Tango gasped, rushing forward to grab him, supporting him as he sank to the ground. “What’s happening? What’s wrong?”

“The ri-” Jimmy’s voice was cut off as he flickered purple, disappeared, and reappeared a split second later, gasping and panting. 

“The rift is closing!” Tango realised. No, no, no, no! “Can you fly?” 

Jimmy just groaned, then shouted again as the pain flared. 

“Just hold on, buddy! I’ll get you back!” 

Tango wrapped an arm around Jimmy’s back. He was so much smaller than Jimmy that he was barely able to cup his hand under Jimmy’s opposite arm, so he shifted so they were chest-to-chest and wrapped both arms around his Rancher. Then he opened his elytra and launched himself into the air, startling his yellow bird. He couldn’t bring himself to care. 

As soon as the pair flew out of the Citadel, Jimmy glitched again. Tango was moving so quickly that by the time Jimmy returned, he had already flown too far for Jimmy to reappear in his arms. The Canary screamed as he fell, in far too much pain to think about opening his wings. 

Tango dove, catching Jimmy in record time. He didn’t even hesitate before flying towards the Rift, more determined than ever before. He was going to get Jimmy home, even if he had to kill himself from exhaustion for it. He would not let anyone hurt Jimmy like this, never again. 

The glitches got more and more frequent the more the Rift closed, and each time Tango had to double back and dive to catch the falling Canary. But he never gave up. He couldn’t. If he flew just a little too slow, or paused a second too long, his Rancher would die, and it would be his fault. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the Entity, and the Rift inside. 

Tango didn’t even hesitate. He flew straight through the Rift, holding on as tight as possible to Jimmy, and emerged in Empires. 

“Lad!” a voice called out. There, waiting on the other side, was an incredibly stressed Joel. 

Tango landed at his feet with Jimmy moments before glitching himself. 

The pain was worse than anything he’d ever felt. Even the burn of a creeper’s explosion wasn’t this bad. It was stinging and burning and aching all at once, every kind of agony imaginable at the same time, all over his body. When the glitch stopped, all it left was an unending ache that left his mind completely empty.  He cried out, curling over Jimmy and clinging to him like he could make it stop. He longed for the familiar warmth of his Rancher’s wings wrapped around him. 

“Tango!” Jimmy gasped, pulling away from Tango, only to reach out to him again. 

Tango reached over with a shaky hand and cupped the side of the Canary’s tear-streaked face. He couldn’t muster up the strength for words over the pain, especially as he glitched again. 

Tango couldn’t cry, but he knew if he could, he’d be sobbing. 

“He needs to get home!” Joel said. He yanked Jimmy away from Tango and started heaving Tango away. 

But Tango wasn’t thinking plainly. He wasn’t thinking at all. All he knew was that he was being forced away from the only person he wanted at his side right now. “N- no!” he groaned, forcing far too much energy into the word. 

Jimmy must have been exhausted from the pain, but he crawled as fast as possible towards Tango and Joel. He grabbed Tango’s hand to stop Joel dragging him away, then pulled himself closer to Tango and kissed him. 

“One last time,” Jimmy breathed. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he held Tango’s gaze for one split second. 

Joel made a noise of disgust and, with one final heave, he swung Tango through the Rift. Tango watched his Rancher until the last second. 

The next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor, back in Hermitcraft, and the Rift was shut beside him. 

Tango curled up on the ground and gasped. His hair was burning far brighter than ever before, threatening to overtake his whole body. He felt like he would shake apart. He could barely breathe. The pain was tearing him to shreds, no longer from being on the wrong side of the Rift, but from losing the man who had been such an integral part of his very being. 

He felt something on his leg and managed to lift his head. His yellow bird was standing on his thigh, looking at him with its head cocked to the side. 

Shakily, Tango reached out to it. It landed on his finger, and Tango pulled it closer to his chest, curling around it. It was all he had left of his Canary, and he wasn’t sure it would ever be enough. 

But, he supposed, it was better than nothing. Maybe, in time, he could learn to survive with nothing but his yellow bird. But for now, it was all he could do to lie right there, right beside the closed Rift, as close to Jimmy as he could possibly get now. 

It was better than nothing.

[treason-and-plot]

Saffron follows Connor’s Prius up the winding tree-lined hills to his house in Bridgeport Heights. He is a predictably slow and careful driver which would normally irritate her, but she’s still feeling fragile so she doesn’t really mind. She can’t resist teasing him about it though.

“You drive like an old lady,” she says after they’ve gotten out of their cars.

“Nice to see that you’re back to your old self,” Connor says.

“Well, it’s true. You’re a typical Prius driver. No consideration for other drivers.”

“At least I have consideration for the planet,” says Connor.

"Did you hear about the Prius driver who got pulled over for speeding? The cop didn't give him a ticket, he just wanted to know how he did it," says Saffron.

"Oh, that's hilarious," says Connor. "You're on fire today, aren’t you?" His eyes behind his flopping chestnut fringe are smiling straight into hers, and she smiles in return, blushingly conscious of the newfound intimacy between them, like a shared secret. She wants to ask him why he kissed her on the cheek last night, wants to ask him if he's going to kiss her now, a proper kiss, but she won't because the not knowing is her new drug. He takes a step closer to her just as a little blue car comes barreling up the road, sounding its horn. Laura is driving. She waves and pulls smoothly into the space next to Saffron's car.

“What the fuck? I thought you said she was spending the afternoon with Wesley?” says Saffron to Connor. Disappointment and anger blur her vision, all the intoxicating promise that was simmering between them instantly evaporating in Laura's toxic, smarmy presence. Connor shrugs helplessly. Laura gets out of her car and bounces up to Connor, burbling with excitement.

"Hey!" she says. "Oh my God, you'll never guess what happened! Wesley's mother busted us! Oh my God, it was so embarrassing! But kind of funny, too. Just wait till I tell you the story-"

"I'm going," says Saffron, getting into her car and slamming the door.

"Saffy, please stay. You don't have to go-" says Connor.

"Yeah, I absolutely do," she says. "See you at school tomorrow."

"Bye-bye honey!" coos Laura. "Drive safely!"

[starfall-spirit]

Precious Collateral

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@acotar-omegaverse-week Day 5: Mating Bites

Summary: When Rhys set out to collect his dues from the head of the Archeron house, he knew the man would be begging for more time. What he didn’t expect was to be offered the youngest daughter as collateral.

After spending only a day in the temperamental woman’s company, he found himself utterly enthralled with his new guest—and with no intention of letting her father scrape together the funds that would grant her her freedom.

CW: Non-con, coercion, underage sex, unprotected sex

Chapter VII

Feyre

She was aching again. That spot deep in her belly that her alphas had been soothing these past two days. Or had it been three now? It was too hard to think, not that she was supposed to bother fussing over anything anyways. Fighting her heat had only gotten her in trouble after all. With the bone-deep exhaustion still holding her body, she was able to ignore the ache for a while, dozing off again with her nose buried in Rhys’ neck, Cassian wrapped over her back—a protector from the moment her heat had claimed her. She was safe with them, here in her nest. Their nest.

So she slept. For a while.

Because that ache was persistent. So was the stretch. She whimpered against her alpha’s muscled chest and he cupped her face. “Hush now. Rest a little longer,” Rhys cooed.

“B-but.”

He began to purr then, and she just about turned into a puddle. “Just lay right here on me, Feyre.” He lifted one leg across his hip, spreading her wider—more accessable to his brother. As for Cassian, he was still pushing into her, whispering sweet nothings all the while. Endless praise meant to lull her back to sleep as he carved a place for himself inside of her once again.

And it worked. She wasn’t asleep, necessary. Just… floaty. Her alphas would take care of her as long as she was a good girl for them. So she would be their best girl.

“You already are, darling,” Rhys murmured, his purr remaining steady. “Minding us so well.”

Cassian hummed in agreement, rolling his hips to tease her with his knot. “Sometimes I think I miss my little bratty girl. But then I see how sweet you are, waiting for one of us to knot you. Make’s a man wonder what you really want, little one.” Though it was Cass’ words tumbling through the fog in her mind, taking on a meaning she was scared to voice, it Was Rhys who splayed his hand across her flat belly, a bit of pressure making her all the more aware of the hard length inside of her. She moaned, an impressive array of emotions trying and failing to cut through the seemingly permanent haze holding her.

The notion was there. If she could just make it a thought and force it past her tongue—that part of her, too, now felt near leaden in her mouth. A pathetic whine was all she could manage, arching away from the male penetrating her—and straight into Rhys unyielding form. “Now, darling, that’s enough of that.” Drawing his arm back, he put just enough space between them to wrap a hand around her throat. His grip was high enough to cradle her jaw, all the while squeezing just enough to strain her breath. “What did Azriel tell you about trying to make your own decisions?” She just shook her head.

“Be our good girl, hm?���

His grip loosened, the rough pad of his thumb sweeping down the length of her throat before he shifted his hand to cup the back of her neck, pressing a bruising kiss to her lips. If his first display of control hadn’t emptied her head of any attempt at resistance, the demand in his kiss would have done it for sure. 

Feyre was panting by the time he broke away, pained by the loss of his presence when he he eased her leg down from his and stood from the nest. “I’m going to see to breakfast. You two have fun. I’ll bring the food in soon.” With a wink, he was gone. Feyre didn’t have time to wonder why it bothered her so much that there was only one of them beside her now, as Cassian was rolling her down onto her belly again, one broad hand between her shoulder blades both knocking the air from her lungs and keeping her in place.

“That’s it, little one.” With every measured rock of his hips, Feyre settled a bit further, the only sound she made a soft whimper when the heat and ache became a truly painful thing inside of her. “I know. Hush now. The bite will help.”

“B-bite? What bite?” But his teeth had already clamped down, breaking the tender flesh beneath her jawline. She screamed, so distracted by the teeth in her neck that she hadn’t noticed his knot swelling until it was locked inside of her, throbbing against her pubic bone.

Feyre came hard, clenching down on him over and over—only prolonging their joining, she was sure.

She scrabbled at the pillows, a different part of her aching now that a fair chunk of the careful arrangement was ruined. “Hush, little omega, no tears now. We’ll fix your nest, don’t you worry.” ~~~~~ It seemed Feyre was to be little more than a glorified cockwarmer that morning. She only had a few moments after Cassian was able to pull out of her to straighten her nest, perhaps a bit petulant in refusing to let him help her after how he’d marked her so permanently.

She’d heard Elain whispering about Alpha marking once. How an omega friend of hers had mated and married an alpha from the next town and was expecting a child less than a year later. “Their first heat together and they conceived,” she had said. “Of course omegas are naturally more fertile, but do you believe the marking helps too. Like our tutor claimed?”

“Let’s just hope our sister is never a test subject on the matter.”

It had been one of the very few kindnesses Feyre had seen Nesta display. Perhaps that was why the conversation had lodged itself so permanently in her mind. And now here she was, with two of her alphas having confirmed Elain’s suspicions just an hour before.

And Rhys was due his turn, it seemed. The moment Rhys had settled the plates on a flat spot in the nest, he was stripping out of his clothes again, claiming her in one steady glide, but making no further move to fuck her. Or mark her—yet. Instead he remained inside her, rekindling the heat inside of her, paying no mind to the slick and cum that coated the place they were joined as he fed her little morsels of flaky pastry and fresh bacon. She tried to raise her hips once, to get him to do something. He’d merely tapped her nose, leaning down to kiss her with a gentle scolding on his lips.

“Feyre, who decides what you need?”

“You do, Daddy,” she whispered back, quiet—more importantly, obedient as he fed her another bite of the jelly filled treat. She swallowed. “Daddy?” He raised a brow. “How old are you?” 

His lips twitched up at the corners. “I’m thirty-four, pet. But that makes no difference in my role to you. Cassian and Azriel are a few months younger and older than me, respectively.”

She swallowed, squirming a bit beneath him. That is unil he pinned her with the weight of his lower body. “I’m only seventeen.”

“Believe me, darling, I’ve been reminded of that fact constantly. It changes nothing.” Setting the plates outside the ring of her nest, Rhys raised himself enough to lift her by the hips, positioning her higher against the pillows. She opened her mouth to argue, only to be silenced by another tender kiss. “Little omega, did you think you were going to convince me you shouldn’t be marked and bred because you’re a minor? You innocent little thing, caught in a cruel, cruel world.” He sighed, once again cupping the back of her neck, this time pressing his thumb into the hallow beneath her jaw. “My Feyre.”

She sniffled.

“No tears, little girl,” he told her, repeating his brother’s words. “I want you to look at me, sweet girl. I want you to look at me while I claim you. And I want you to know that we’re doing this for your own good. It’s too big a world for you to wander alone and your family has no desire to protect you, do they?” She sniffled again, refusing to answer him. “That’s why you have us now.”

“The three of us are going to protect you, Feyre.”

He set a slow and steady rhythm, each thrust gentle, but sure. An alpha who could be soft for her, but an alpha all the same.

“We’ll protect you.” Thrust

“We’ll spoil you.” Thrust. 

“We’ll cherish you.” Thrust.

His voice dropped to a growl that sent a shiver through her very bones. “And we’ll breed you, darling. Breed you, fill you up again and again until you’ve given each of us a child. And you’re not going to fight it, are you?”

She sobbed, but held his gaze, just as he demanded. “No, Daddy.”

He sighed again, kissing her brow. “That’s my good girl.” She braced herself when his head dropped to her shoulder, teeth sinking into the skin at the crook of her neck. Two claimings made, with one looming ever closer. ~~~~~ Cassian and Rhys kept constant watch, both together and apart. Sometimes they kept her filled up, others just cuddling her to make sure she didn’t crash during such a vulnerable time.

She was five days into her heat when Azriel finally returned to her room. Narrowing his eyes, Cassian stood to begin a conversation at the door, their voices too low for her to decipher. “She knows who we are, Cass,” she finally heard, Azriel’s silken voice just agitated enough to rise. “She needs to see all of us, clean and bloody to trust us with her care.”

That’s when the stench hit her. He had been speaking literally, she realized.

The coppery tang in the air forced her to peer through the dark, her vision helped by the sliver of moonlight peeking through her sheer drapes. “Feyre. It’s good to see you’re a bit more clear-headed, now. The heat’s almost broken.” 

She didn’t let her eyes leave him when she heard Cass retreat, the door snicking shut. She licked her lips, honestly more unnerved by his heavy gaze on her than the blood coating his cloathing and hands. The splatter went all the way up his neck. Why hadn’t he bathed before coming to her room. Just to test her fear of him?

Feyre supposed she felt pity more than anything. What toll did it take, this endless cycle of bloodshed her lovers were trapped in? “Would you—” She cleared her throat, holding his gaze. “Would you like a bath? Or rest now,” she suggested, noting the bags beneath his eyes even in the dim light of nature. “You don’t have to tend to me the moment you’re home. I don’t imagine you and your brothers can truly afford to prioritize my care for so long. Under such… pressure.”

He growled softly. “Do you realize, Feyre, how long my brothers and I have searched for an omega strong enough to stand beside us.”

“Beside you?” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “Or beneath you? After all, I’m just a whore to breed, aren’t I?”

His lips pulled back in a snarl, the white of his teeth akin to a flash in the dark. And then he was stalking towards her, his grip on her throat similar to Rhys’, though he had yet to put apply pressure.

“Rhys needs an an heir. All three of us desire a family. Do not think for a moment that is your only purpose. He would never have accepted your father’s offer if you were meant to be a simple whore. If I ever hear you say anything to that effect again regarding your place in this pack I will strip you bare and give you a heavy dose of my belt. Is. That. Clear?”

She shuddered, nodding quickly. “Good girl. Now, sweetheart, you’re going to undress me and I’m going to fuck you in that perfect little nest you made.”

Shivering once again, she dropped her eyes to the zipper of his summer jacket. “Perfect?” she whispered. “I’ve never done anything perfectly. My sisters, perhaps.”

He gripped her wrists the moment she reached up to push the jacket from his shoulders. “Any ill notions, Feyre, will earn you that belt. You are perfect. A brat, yes, but lovely all the same. Your nest too, is lovely. My sweet, talented, girl. The perfect place to claim you.”

She stripped him in a hurry then, letting him raise her thin nightgown over her head in turn before he hoisted her up in his arms and carried her to her perfect nest.

~~~~~

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Safe House | Bucky Barnes x Reader

gif not mine

summary: Bucky takes care of you as best he can at a safe house

fluff, mentions of blood/injury, slow burn but cute :)

“I never thought I’d see the day a super soldier couldn’t body slam a door.”

Bucky grumbled, before giving some side eye.

Your head rolled back so it was flat against the wall. The very wall you’d been leaning against for what felt like years. You didn’t deserve the attitude. You’d followed him here, to this supposed safe house, without a peep. The least you could comment on was him not using the one skill you knew he had.

You didn’t trust him when he said he knew a place. Now you couldn’t trust him to open a god damn door.

You opened your mouth to tell him about his one job, when a sharp pain erupted in your side.

The pain was a not so gentle reminder of why you were locked outside an unknown apartment.

You’d gotten caught. The mission had gone bad and you had ended up injured and on the ground. It took firing off the rest of your rounds over Bucky’s shoulder. You wouldn’t have been able to run away fast enough. It took a carry from him the stashed grenade you kept for emergencies.

No comms. No weapons. And a whole lot of hurt.

And a door that couldn’t be opened by a former honorary Avenger.

“If I shoulder it off its hinges, I won’t be able to close it.” Bucky said to the doorknob that he stared down. “Kind of defeats the point of a safe house.”

His blue eyes were focused. So clear you found yourself focusing a little too much on them when it was the matter at hand that needed attention.

“Not getting in beats the house part.” You nudged him out of the way and replaced his stance.

“You alright?”

“Fine.” You said between gritted teeth. You weren’t. You were hurt. More badly than you’d want to admit. For some reason you didn’t want to show weakness in front of him. You two were unofficial partners but for some reason showing him you needed help as a non-starter.

The lock clicked open - loud enough that you hoped it masked the grunt you made when standing up.

Your disappointment in the interior couldn’t be coveredd by the sound of the door shutting.

Two steps in and you were past the small kitchen and into the living room turned bedroom. A bare mattress laid on the pull out couch that stared at an old dresser. The cracked mirror that sat atop it distorted the image in front of you almost made you believe this was all a dream. But another wave of pain reminding you this was all very, very real. Then again, maybe you had lost enough blood to be seeing things.

“Never said it was the Ritz.” Bucky said once the security guard was locked.

“Didn’t expect it to be.” Again, you said through tight lips.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.”

Bucky strutted toward you - a mere three steps with his large stride and the small room - and before you knew it your shirt was being lifted up. He looked larger than life in such a small space. It didn’t freak you out like it should have. Instead, you were comforted knowing there was little place he didn’t take up.

“Hey!”

“Bullet wound.” He twisted you around quickly. You wouldn’t have minded if the action hadn’t include him touching the very wound he just commented on. “In and out. That’s good.”

“Ah, yes, something good.” You winced.

“Come on.”

You tried to resist but there was no use. All the strength he didn’t have at the door he regained - lifting you like you weighed nothing.

He sat you on the closed toilet before rifling under the sink.

“Aren’t safe houses supposed to have first aid kits?” He grumbled.

“I don’t think this place would pass the standard.”

He disappeared and you felt your whole body both stiffen and relax. You had some room to breathe but without him near you felt less safe.

Ok. Too much blood loss. You were thinking more about Bucky than you ever had in all your time knowing him. Maybe it wasn’t blood loss. Could you chalk it up to the creeps of this so called safe house?

“Hold this. Grab that.”

“I thought I was the patient.” You chuckled which only made it hurt more.

“Yeah and you’re gonna be dead soon if you don’t listen.” Bucky said as he wiped off cobwebs from the first aid kit. His tone didn’t leave any room for suggestion. You hadn’t heard him be that dry ever - not even with Steve.

Your left hand squeezed the towel he had handed you and th other one found his hand.

“Bucky.”

The desperation in your voice scared even you. If you didn’t hear it yourself, one look at Bucky and you knew this wasn’t good. His eyes had gone nearly white - just like his knuckles as you clasped onto him.

“This hand.” He moved your grasp to the metal arm. “Let me use the human hand to stitch you up.”

“James.”

It’s what Steve called him in only the utmost of serious times. A bullet wound....seemed pretty serious.

Bucky got the message, his eyes doing a quick once over to make sure you weren’t really bleeding out.

“You’re going to be fine.”

You felt his metal hand wrap around yours. It squeezed it to the point of pain that felt good. Any feeling at all was a good sign.

“Okay?”

You didn’t have enough in you to answer so you just nodded as he guided you. He stood to lean your head against the wall, soothing you by wiping your sticky hair off your forehead. When you felt him struggling to calm you down and prepare to play doctor, you moved your hand to his grip his shirt.

He paused, looking down at you.

“You didn't bring me a towel to bite down on.” You whispered, closing your eyes.

“Hey.”

One eye peaked up at him but that wasn’t enough.

“You’re going to be fine. You’re safe.”

He meant it. You felt it.

And then you felt an incredible amount of pain. But his comforting words seemed to take the edge off.

[eccentricallygothic]

Loved your last post with the five Chris evans characters. It made me think of something with smut but also angst. Maybe bunny is still white nervous around all of them together.

Maybe like in the most recent work a previous arrangement has been made that on one day out of the blue they’ll use her and degrade her. The day the five decide to do this bunny knows she has her safe word but still feels quite hesitant to use it *insert angst* leading to her hiding away from them. Even going as far to hide in a cupboard or something with a blanket as like a safe place. Definitely trying to put herself in a smaller mindset.

When they realise what’s happening they have a lengthy talk and are much softer with her, talking about limits or something and there’s plenty of aftercare.

Warning(s): Angst, sub drop, poly relationship, fluff, ddlg, little space. 

Playtime had been intense today. 

Rough and overstimulating. 

But since Bunny had her safeword and Daddies had already discussed it with her a few days back.

So they were assured that nothing was wrong when they coaxed her back into her usual headspace from the extreme subspace she had been pushed into. 

Bunny is quite talkative once she opens up to someone.

So naturally, she is the same way with them. 

But during her cleaning up and bathing, she doesn't say much, only hoarsely responding to their concerns with brief 'yes Daddy's.

They think it's due to how rough everything was and her sensitivity after playtimes. 

And so Lloyd washes her hair.

Andy cleans her bunny parts.

Ari takes to gently taking care of her very sensitive and marked chest. 

Jensen and Ransom divide the rest. 

After much praise from Jensen and much careful handling, Bunny is placed in her bed as Ari goes to get her some food. 

The rest have work so they all leave one by one. 

She's not in her Bunny crib. 

He calls out her name.

Checks her whole room.

He worriedly calls the rest of the men to her room when he fails to find her.  

Ransom has to drive back home.

Jensen checks the cctvs installed throughout the huge house for security purposes that he is now thankful for.

That is exactly how they find her.

She's seen entering Ransom's room and walking to his wardrobe in which he had recently gotten new cupboards installed that were still empty.

It only now occurred to them how Bunny had made a playhouse out of them when they were still new.

Lloyd feels a little uncomfortable reaching for the door handle because he knows he is not the best with matters of this sort. 

But since he's in the front and concern overpowers his hesitance, he finds himself kneeling in front of the cupboard. 

"Bunny?" Ransom calls from beside him as her form slowly becomes visible to them.

"You scared me, baby" Ari is softly panting because of the little jog he had taken throughout the house to try and find her. 

The tip of her nose is red as she sniffles, getting smaller under their concerned gazes.

Her form is perched against the divider board, body nuzzled in her fluffy pink blanket as her face is hidden behind her favourite teddy, one teary eye peeking at them.

She flinches when Jensen suddenly opens the second one of the twin doors. 

Andy shoots the younger male a sharp look at the gesture. 

"I am sorry. I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, baby Bunny" Jensen gently apologises before trying to reach for her but she tries to move back.

His heart breaks as Ari protectively whispers for him to back off. 

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Lloyd resists the urge to reach out for her. 

"You should have come to one of us instead of hiding away. Do you know how dangerous closing yourself in a cupboard can be?" Andy's voice is firm but it's obvious that he's worried. 

Ari squeezes the oldest's shoulder to make him stop. "Bunny, I only left to get you some food" he sounds hurt. 

"Did we do something wrong? Did we go too far?" Ransom questions once he spots her comfort paci stuck between her lips.

She doesn't use it too often so when she does, he knows something is seriously wrong. 

"But you have your safeword, sweetheart." Ari has the hardest time dealing with this because she was supposed to be his responsibility for the rest of the day. 

"Why didn't you use it?" Andy softens his reprimand the best he can. He can't help it. The man takes boundaries and rules way too seriously. He believes there'd be no order otherwise.

"... S- Sorry…" The influx of attention and emotion has her whimpering into her stuffie. 

The older Daddies seem bigger and scarier. 

Jensen steps in because he's the best one to deal with it especially now that Bunny has regressed. And they know he intimidates her the least. 

The other Daddies do feel guilty and that they should have been better at reading their Bunny. 

Daddy Jensen lets her take her time to adjust and ease into his reassurances.

The others are mostly quiet and they just join in on the crooning every now and then.

Eventually they get Bunny to slowly crawl out and into their arms.

Lots of reassurance is given.

Then she is carried to her room where she requests to be put into a Bunny onesie. 

Lloyd is not the best with ddlg and when she regresses but he wraps her in one of her favorite blankets, even going as far as to offering her a candy he doesn't really approve of otherwise since it messes with her throat. 

Ari finally gets the food that he had been preparing and Andy makes sure she is hydrated himself. 

Bunny is the most comfortable in Daddy's Jensen's lap so that's where she bunches herself, teddy in hand and paci in mouth. 

Ransom asks her if he can remove the paci before Andy slowly starts to feed her. 

Bunny slowly reaches for Ari's hand as they're all gathered around her because she can see how upset her lack of trust made him. Or so he thinks. But the way her thumb caresses the top of his hand, he passes her a gentle pass before pressing an apologetic kiss to her cheek, assuring her that he will never leave her alone in that state again.

Lloyd has set some cushions and pillows on the fluffy rug in front of her Bunny crib that all of them obviously can't fit on. 

Andy starts the serious conversation eventually as he feeds her. 

Lloyd is massaging her sore muscles while Ransom holds her other hand.

They assure her and remind her of the importance of her safeword.

That she is to use it whenever she wants or feels like something isn't right, no questions asked. 

What would be the point of them otherwise? 

Ari puts on some cartoons for her.

While the older Daddy-Doms had never really seen themselves fitting into a proper ddlg setting with her, they find themselves loving how small and cute she is like this. 

How sweet taking care of her like this feels.

It's definitely an experience.

Especially when she snickers or murmurs a comment about a character or scene from the cartoon, lisping all the while. 

Eventually, all five Daddies and their Bunny doze off in front of the pink bunny tv, basically formed up into a protective ball around their little girl.

.

Omg this made me feel so soft. Thank you for your ask <3 🥺

[wraithlafitte]

coffee and whiskey

pairing: tim rockford x f!reader

CONTENT: angsty romance, love confession, smut - sweet sweet lovemaking, consent/reassuring 🥵, slow erotic undressing due to the many layers of business professional clothing, marking, SO much kissing, oral (f! receiving), tim is a thigh guy and kind of a munch, safe sex, tim talks u thru it, multiple orgasms, cockwarming and cuddling

word count: 3.1k

a/n: my contribution to @iamasaddie's ✏️ writing game :3 this is some of my best work i almost feel like it's wasted on a character i'm not invested in 😭

When Tim finally emerged from his office to refill his coffee mug, he had to stop dead in his tracks. He rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming?

Stood at the other side of the bullpen, talking to his captain, was a figure all-too-familiar. After all, how could he forget the magnetic presence of the woman he loved?

As if you sensed his presence too, you turned and looked him straight in the eye. You shook the captain's hand and excused yourself, walking towards Tim.

Tim backed into his office and shut the door, leaning against it. Why were you here? You swore you would never come back to the precinct.

A soft knock sounded behind his head. "Tim," you called through the door. "Let me in."

He couldn't resist you. His hand rested on the brass doorknob for a moment before he slowly, warily pulled the door open, allowing you to brush past him into his office.

"What are you doing here?" Tim's voice sounded hoarse. He was white-knuckling the handle of the mug in his hand. #1 DETECTIVE, it claimed. You had given him that mug.

You felt bad for springing this on him, especially when he was in the middle of a big case, as evidenced by the piles of notes and massive standing whiteboard, covered in scribbles and badly printed photos of suspects.

"I transferred back," you told him, giving him a half-hearted smile. "Narcotics was... boring. We're partners again."

"Why? Last time I saw you..." Tim let his voice trail off, not wanting to remind himself of how he'd embarrassed himself at your parting.

"That's just it, Tim." You step closer to him, placing a manicured hand on his arm. "I've been thinking... about what you said."

Tim blinked, surprised. "And?" he husked.

You sighed, dropping your hand. "I was hoping you would come over to my place, and we can talk about it over a nightcap."

He cleared his throat. "Can't. Got work to do."

"It's 11 o'clock. Captain Braumbauer told me to take you home." Your eyes widened as you realized what you had said. You tried to recover, stumbling through your next words. "I mean- not like that, just to- take you somewhere- get you out of the office," you tried.

Tim smiled ruefully. If you weren't so damn cute, it would be easier to tell you no. "Alright," he said. He plunked the mug down on his desk amongst the loose sheafs of paper and grabbed his coat off the hook by the door. "Let's go."

Tim paused in the doorway of your apartment, looking past you into the space that was all-too-familiar, yet strangely alternate to the place he remembered.

You were already in the kitchen, rooting around in your alcohol cabinet. Tim finally worked up the courage to pass the threshold, gently clicking the door shut behind him.

"Make yourself at home," you called. He followed the trail of your shoes, coat, and blazer, stopping in the living room area adjacent to the kitchen. Your back was turned to him as you poured whiskey into a pair of gold-rimmed rocks glasses he had gotten you one Christmas. He admired your hair, spilling over your shoulders, released from the tight updo you had worn to work. Tim always had liked your hair.

You turned around, glasses in hand, and Tim shifted his eyes down, not wanting to let on that he'd been checking you out.

"Let's go sit down," you said softly, handing him a drink. He trailed after you to the couch, perching himself stiffly on the edge. You both sat there in silence awkwardly for a minute, not looking at each other, until finally you took a big swig of your drink for courage and spoke.

"Like I said before, I've been thinking a lot about... you know." The "you know" in question was the reason you had left the precinct in the first place, abandoning the best partner you'd ever had.

Tim sipped on his drink uncomfortably, eyes fixed on the carpet. What were you going to say? Would you confirm or deny his feelings?

"I shouldn't have left like that," you began. "Not after you told me how you felt. I was just... I don't know. Afraid. Of commitment. Of ruining our professional relationship." You sighed, looking up at the popcorn ceiling. "But I guess I did that anyway."

"Yeah," Tim mumbled. Was he hearing you right? Because it sounded like you were telling him you had felt the same way, at least back then.

You cleared your throat, wringing your hands in your lap. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...."

Tim looked expectantly up at you, eyes widening. It would be harder to tell him what you were about to say if he wasn't so damn cute.

"I love you too."

Tim was stunned into silence. He had given up on finding romance at this stage of his life, assuming that his one chance was gone and that he was too old to get another one. Most girls looking to date were in their 20s, after all. But here you were, the woman in his dreams, the object of his desire, equally middling in age and unfairly beautiful, and you wanted him.

You averted your eyes from his gaze. How did you know if he even felt the same way anymore? You had been gone for two years, maybe he got over you-

You heard the sound of a Tim's glass clinking down on the coffee table. A warm, calloused hand snaked under your chin, lifting your head. His eyes were warm and filled with emotion. He just looked at you for a second. Then he pulled you in.

His lips were warm and cracked and he smelled like coffee and whiskey. You melted into him, letting the gravity of his presence overwhelm you, reeling you in like a fish on the proverbial hook. His scruffy beard scratched against your chin as his mouth worked against yours, rubbing your skin raw, but you didn't care.

Tim disconnected his lips from you, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you still," he whispered.

You looped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips back to yours. You hadn't even finished your whiskey, but you were drunk on him, head fuzzy and filled with the taste of his tongue and the feeling of his hands gripping the side of your neck, your waist, creeping up your back to rest between your shoulder blades.

Your arms dropped to his waist, grasping under his suit jacket at his white dress shirt, trying to pull it out of his slacks. You needed to be closer to him. You wanted to crawl inside his skin and live there forever... wait, that sounded creepy.

Tim got the idea and he shucked off his jacket one arm at a time, never breaking the kiss. He firmly grabbed your shirt at the middle of your back and hiked it up out of your navy pencil skirt, exposing your skin to the night air.

Your hands finally found success with his shirt, ravenously pushing it up and out of the way so you could feel the warm skin of his back.

He pulled away, reaching down to loosen his belt, the clink of the metal sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't bear to be away from him this long, you decided, and grabbed him by the straps of his shoulder holster, hauling him over you as you fell back onto the couch, giggling.

Tim looked down at you reverently, eyes shining, and leaned down to plant a firm kiss to the corner of your mouth before sitting back up, hurriedly ridding himself of the holster and his shoes. His hands shook as he tried to unbutton his shirt.

"Hurry up, old man," you teased, eyes twinkling as you sat up to help him. You undid the last few buttons, running your hands up his soft torso and over his bare shoulders, pushing the shirt somewhere behind him to be forgotten.

He gripped your waist and gently laid you down again, pulling a throw pillow to cradle your head. His fingers skated up to the top button of your blouse, then hesitated.

"Is this okay?" Tim murmured, brow knitted together, his big brown doe eyes flashing with doubt.

You take his hand with both of yours and press his palm flat above your heart. "Tim. I love you. I want this."

He smiled shyly, lifting his hand to slowly undo the buttons on your blouse. His breath hitched as your lacy white bra slowly came into view, your smooth breasts rising and falling with every heavy, wanton breath you took. His arm encircled your waist underneath the fabric, lifting you up slightly to pull the blouse away from your body with his other hand.

Tim pressed your body to his and kissed you tenderly, lips traveling down the side of your face, your neck, and your collarbones before finally settling on your breasts, nipping and sucking at the swells above the seam of your bra. Marking you as his.

You arched your back and released a breathy sigh as he moved down your torso, kissing every inch of bare skin, nuzzling into your soft flesh. He got to the waistline of your skirt and you helped him by unhooking and unzipping the side so he could pull it off of you, followed by your nylons.

You looked practically heavenly beneath him, glowing underneath the lamplight. Of course your panties matched your bra, he thought. You were so put-together. He admired that about you.

Thumbing the waistband of your panties, Tim looked up at you for permission. You nodded encouragingly, a gentle, reassuring smile gracing your face, so he hooked his fingers around the waistband and slowly pulled your panties down your legs. Dropping them on the ground, he took hold of your knees, draping one over his shoulder and pressing the other to your chest.

You only felt a little self-conscious about being fully exposed to him while he was still clothed. The way he regarded you, with such adoration, put any doubts in your mind to rest.

"You're so beautiful," Tim whispered, his head dipping down to shower kisses to the inside of your thighs, wrapping around to the swell of your ass and back again. He began to nip at the skin at the base of your left thigh, trying to leave marks there too. Sparks of sensation shot from everywhere his lips touched straight to your core.

When Tim was satisfied with the marks he had left scattered on your thighs, he kissed his way back up to where you wanted him most. He looked glorious between your legs, graying curls tousled, his tanned, strong arms manipulating your body to just the right angle for him.

Seeing the way you looked at him was all Tim needed to take the final step over the line. He placed an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy and dived in, licking into your cunt agonizingly slowly, alternating between lapping up your arousal and sucking on your clit.

Perhaps because you hadn't gotten any for years, or perhaps because Tim was a pussy god, your climax started building remarkably quickly. The fire that burned in your gut was unlike anything you could have lit yourself.

A string of soft moans left your lips as your hands wandered into his hair, clutching him close to you. He groaned slightly at the pressure, the sound rumbling through your core. As he licked into your hole, his nose rubbed against your clit, mustache tickling your center, and you couldn't help but grind against his face. His hands gripped the outside of your thighs, holding you perfectly in place as you rocked in his grasp.

"Taste- so- perfect," Tim mumbled in between licks. You gave a high pitched whine in response, bucking your hips into his face. He was basically making out with your cunt at this point, which shouldn't have been as hot as it was. When he latched onto your clit, looking up at your face to see your reaction, nose shining with your juices, it was too much to bear.

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself tipping over the edge, clasping your fingers tightly into his hair. Your thighs lurched shut around his head. Tim groaned happily, circling his tongue around your clit as he sucked. You came with a cry, powerful waves of pleasure wracking your body as he kept stimulating you until you finally managed to pull him off and squirm away, panting.

Tim covered your spasming core with his hand, pressing down lightly, taking some interest in the way your pussy quivered against his palm. He looked up at you so innocently, face covered in your arousal, and laid his head against your thigh, kissing it gently.

"God, that was good," you said, catching your breath. "How are you so good at that?"

He grinned impishly against your leg. "It's a God-given talent."

You laughed as he crawled over top of you, wiping his mouth and scruff. You took his face in your hands and pulled him in for a kiss. "Take your pants off, Rockford," you tell him sternly, unable to hide your smile.

"Yes ma'am," he replied in mock seriousness, standing to quickly drop his pants and boxers, finally revealing himself to you. God, his cock was pretty, standing at attention and leaking. A new wave of arousal rushed to your core as you realized he got that turned on just by eating you out.

Opening his hand, he revealed a small foil square that must have come from his pocket, back when his pockets were still within reach. He tore it open carefully with his teeth, peeling the rubber out and rolling it down his cock. Part of you was disappointed that he wouldn't be going in raw, because you wanted to feel every bit of his skin, but you also melted at his protectiveness. He was always like that with you, willing to take a bullet or a beating for you.

Tim knelt on the couch above you, arranging your legs around his waist. You put your hands around his torso and pulled him down to kiss him again. You wanted your lips to be attached 24/7 from now on. Okay, maybe that was a little extreme. But you were too drunk on him to care.

He smoothed your hair back from your face. His cock hung heavy against your stomach, and you just wanted him now.

"You ready?" Tim asked gently, his rough fingers stroking your hair where he had pushed it out of your eyes.

"Yes," you whispered, feeling like your heart would explode.

"M'gonna put it in now, okay?" His dark eyes sparkled in the dim light.

You nodded, breath quickening as Tim shifted above you, lining up with your entrance, burying his face in your neck, and-

"Oh," you whimpered as he pushed into you, kissing your neck again and again, whispering praises in your ear. He bottomed out and stayed still, waiting for you to adjust to him.

"Y'okay?" Tim raised his head and looked at you adoringly. You nodded, biting your lip. "Doing so good, baby." He pressed a kiss to your lips and began thrusting slowly.

You wrapped your hands around his strong shoulders and held him close, not wanting to let him get any farther away than necessary. His skin was hot against yours as he moved against you, settling into rhythm. Your hand moved up the back of his neck to lace into his hair, tugging lightly. He groaned and connected his lips to yours once more, mouths moving in passionate time with his hips against yours.

You felt yourself getting close again; the lack of space between you meant that he was grinding down on your clit with every shallow thrust. Your grasp tightened in his hair and your cunt clenched around his cock.

"Damn, baby, if you keep doing that I won't last," Tim grunted against your mouth, gritting his teeth. "Don't have the stamina I used to."

"It's okay," you murmured, planting kisses into his beard. "I love you. I love you," you repeated, voice getting a little frantic. "I love you, oh God Tim, I'm gonna come again!"

"Come on baby, give it to me," he rumbled, holding himself up on one elbow and reaching down to the place you were connected, gathering up some of your slick and using it to rub your clit gently. That same burning, Tim-shaped fire ignited in your core, guided by his cock inside you and his fingers outside you, a double-pronged torrent of sensation that quickly had you coming undone.

Tim growled deep in his throat as you came around his cock, wailing as your second orgasm hit harder than your first. "That's it, baby. Come for me, come for me," he was chanting in your ear as you gasped and spasmed in his embrace. "Feel so good, gonna make me come too," he persisted, voice strained as his thrusts began to falter.

His hips stuttered to a halt and he gave one last deep plunge into your pussy before he kissed you deeply, sending a drawn-out moan down your throat. You felt his cock twitch inside you, filling the condom with his release. Your hand fisted his hair, the other gripping onto his shoulder, holding him close like your life depended on it. His will to hold himself upright gave out and he collapsed gingerly on top of you, finally breaking the kiss and taking in big puffs of air.

You were hot and sticky with his sweat and yours, but you were strangely comfortable. You stroked his hair tenderly, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his scent. Coffee and whiskey and sex.

"I love you," Tim whispered, turning his face inward to your ear, landing a kiss just below your jaw.

You kissed his shoulder in response. He made an effort to get up, but you pulled him back down. "Let's just stay like this, for a little while." He hummed in agreement, settling down on top of you, still inside you. You ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Thank you for still loving me," you said softly. You had never been more happy to have someone waiting for you.

"How could I not, angel?" Tim murmured back, caressing your face. "You're everything to me. Have been for a long time." He kissed your lips chastely, smiling radiantly.

"You are too," you replied. "Even if I didn't realize it."

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Did someone say Kanej coded songs by indie artists who deserve more attention? Probably not but I’m gonna give you some anyway

I’m going to limit myself to putting one or two lyrics with each song but just know that I’m picking and choosing from loads of good options they aren’t the only lyrics that work 😁

Pray by The Amazing Devil - “God made all man in his image but honey I’m no man I’m what’s left when children go to war” “Why womanhood is more than crying I’m stronger now than you have ever known, the cracks you made I’ll fill with mortar a broken pot can still hold water”

Metaphor by The Crane Wives - “I’ve gotten good at leaning on metaphors, I’ve gotten good at living on someone else’s page, I cut my teeth on second hand sentiments, you can’t trust a single thing I say” “I keep my closet free of skeletons, ‘cause I’m much better at digging graves, but I always dig up bones in your sympathy, I can’t trust a single thing you say” (I actually have an edit to this that I haven’t posted yet so I guess let me know if anyone wants to see that)

Three Spectres by J Maya this song is the reason I started making edits - “I wonder how people can talk about the past and go to bed, the space around me feels with spectres of what I should have said. The past is a presence, the future is pretend, and the present is a pastor trying to make it all make sense. Will I ever leave this place? This world that I am trying to break? The mind is such a funny space, with these spectres centre stage”

Falling by Florence + the Machine I guess this is kinda borderline indie but I’m counting it and this is an underrated song - “I’ve fallen from favour and I’ve fallen from grace, fallen out of trees and I’ve fallen on my face, fallen out taxis, out of windows too, fell in your opinion when I fell in love with you” “sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release, wish for falling through the air to give me some relief because falling’s not the problem when I’m falling I’m at peace, it’s only when I hit the ground it causes all the grief” the edits could’ve gone wild for this one if we had the tightrope scenes with Amita/Inej I’m so heartbroken

We Have It All by Pim Stones I have an edit to this one posted if anyone wants to see it - “the print was so small I didn’t understand, he cut out thumbs and placed a feather in our hands, told us we would see all our dreams and plans unfold” “all my life I’ve been heading for hell but never had I thought I’d drag you down as well, I just couldn’t resist what he was trying to sell” “our hearts we have sold for diamonds and gold but hey baby take a look, we have it all, and haven’t you heard? Hearts turn to dirt, along with the rest of your body it’s all claimed by the earth. It will fade and it will wither, but gold it will never, and hey baby, don’t you know? Diamonds are forever”

Run by Daughter - “if I try to get close, he’s already gone, don’t know where he’s going don’t know where he’s been but he is restless at night ‘cause he has horrible dreams” “and I won’t tell my mother, it’s better she don’t know, and he won’t tell his folks ‘cause they’re already ghosts. And we’ll just keep each other, as safe as we can, until we reach the border, until we make our plan to run” “Will you stay with me my love, for another day? ‘Cause I don’t want to be alone when I’m on this state. Will you stay with me my love, til we’re old and grey? ‘Cause I don’t want to be alone when these bones decay”

I might add more as they occur to me but I think this is the list for now, feel free to suggest more!!! ❤️

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Sparks Fly

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Prompt - ‘I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.’

Warnings / This fic contains smut - you can skip it if you want, you won’t miss anything!💜

Notes - Happy Speak Now month! Request a fic for any of the remaining Speak Now tracks, click my masterlist to see which songs are left!!💜

The problem with Matt Murdock was that you had known from the moment you had met him that he was a bad idea. At first he had been all pleasant smiles and soft words but once you had gotten to know him his words turned flirty and his smiles were charmingly attractive. You were glad for the fact he couldn’t see you, glad for the fact he could never witness you blush under his gaze, see as you shifted in your seat or watch the way your breath hitched when he stood too close.

Everything about Matt was a bad idea, falling for him was the worst one though. As much as that man loved flirting with you and everyone else in his general vicinity, you knew at the first sign of real feelings he would run and hide, ignoring it because he was so scared of something you didn’t understand.

You’d met Matt by chance, running into Foggy first after your boss rented out the office space opposite theirs and he invited you inside. The two of you were fast friends but meeting Matt, letting his hand wrap around yours as he introduced himself, feeling sparks between you, you had known then and there it was a bad idea to stick around Nelson and Murdock and yet after that first day you seemed to spend more time in their office than you did your own.

It went on for months, Matt oblivious to how you felt whilst you silently pined. You couldn’t count how many times you’d lost yourself in a daydream, your traitorous thoughts creating all sorts of impossible scenarios where Matt would just grab you, pull you close and kiss you until your lips were swollen and you struggled to breathe.

You knew Matt was a good person, even if he did have a reckless streak, one you’d bore witness to yourself and heard about in length from Foggy. You knew that he would never date somebody seriously, preferring to sleep around rather than stay with one person, you knew you should let go of your crush for him but it was impossible.

Some days you were convinced Matt knew how you felt. When the three of you went to a bar together after work and he sat a little too close to you, his knees brushing against yours and your arms rested against each other. You knew he couldn’t see the way you glanced at the way he sat so close, knew he couldn’t see your smile as you resisted the urge to shift close and yet you always caught a smirk on his face aimed in your direction, some flirty comment following it.

It didn’t matter because you knew for Matt it wasn’t nothing but a fun little game to flirt the night away with you. It didn’t matter how much you told yourself it was just a crush when you knew your feelings went beyond that because nothing would come from them.

“Let me walk you home.” Matt insisted like he did after every night spent at the bar. It had been over a year since you’d met him and he had never once failed to make sure you got home safe, despite your insistence that you’d be fine.

“You don’t have to.” You told him, a scripted response that Matt had come to expect in the time he’d known you and you didn’t need to see him without the red tinted glasses to see he was rolling his eyes behind them.

“I’m gonna walk you home.” He grinned at you causing you to laugh as he headed off in the direction of your apartment, you following him straight away.

Matt walked by your side, close enough that if you were brave enough you’d be able to reach out and brush your hand against his, thread your fingers together and feel his hand against yours. He was close enough that if you turned to face him and leaned up you could press your lips to his.

He was close enough to touch and yet the distance between you seemed wider than ever.

“Everything ok?” Matt asked softly, startling you out of your thoughts and you prayed that he hadn’t somehow been able to tell what you had been thinking about.

“Sorry, lost in my own head.” You chucked, hoping he’d let you brush it off and change the subject but Matt was never one for letting the people he cared about suffer, always wanting to do something to make it better.

“Seems to happen a lot.” Matt stated and you tensed slightly, Matt noticing straight away but he didn’t let it show. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Did you know that? Sure, of course you did, you could talk to Matt about anything, anything except for the fact you were in love with him, anything expect for the fact that all you could think about was him kissing you right now on the sidewalk, how you wanted nothing more than for him to tell you that he felt the same way.

“I know.” You smiled, letting all the things you most desperately wanted to say go unsaid. “But there’s nothing to talk about.”

Matt clearly didn’t buy it if the frown on his face was anything to go by and as much as you hated putting it there, as much as you hated lying to him you knew it was easier this way. Losing Matt would hurt infinitely more than silently wishing for him.

Matt knew what was eating you up, he knew that you were as desperate for him as he was for you. If it had been anyone else, if he had met you years ago he wouldn’t have hesitated to cup your cheek and drag you in for a kiss, he wouldn’t have given a second thought to taking you to bed, he wouldn’t have wasted any time in making you his.

But it wasn’t years before, it was now and now he had Daredevil in his life. He couldn’t risk another person getting hurt because of him, he was already risking more than he’d like with Foggy knowing but you…he couldn’t risk anything happening to you because of him.

And yet he wanted you. He wanted you so bad. Hearing your heart rate speed up when he brushed his hand against yours, feeling the heat spread to your cheeks when he made a suggestive comment, hearing the way your breathing hitched when he wrapped his arm through yours, knowing you wanted him was driving him crazy.

He felt like a man starved when it came to you, barely holding back from his desires to just give in and kiss you, to feel how good you felt for him, he wanted you. He knew he had feelings for you and all he wanted to do was act on them.

The rain started to fall when you were five blocks from your apartment and began to pour down by the time you were two blocks away. Matt’s hand found yours and you felt the same familiar sparks you always seemed to feel whenever he touched you shoot through your hand.

Matt took off in a run and you had no choice but to follow after him, the two of you laughing and gasping for breath by the time you stood under the small roof at the door of your apartment complex.

The rain had stuck Matt’s suit to him, his hair flat against his head as droplets fell down his cheek and nose. You wanted to reach out and brush his face, wanted to follow the path of the rain drops and trail kisses all the way down to his lips.

Matt could hear the way your heart had sped up even more, having nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with whatever thoughts were running through your head. He wanted to know what you were thinking, wanted to give you whatever you wanted, he was torn, so close to throwing everything out the window and giving in.

The two of you went silent as you turned to each other, your eyes drawn to Matt’s lips and you watched as he ducked his head, watched as he went to lean in before you closed your eyes.

“I should go.” Matt breathed out and you bit back a huff of disappointment, letting your eyes open to look at his sad smile.

“Okay.” You murmured, debating on whether you should be the one to take the risk and close the distance between you, suddenly so sure that Matt wanted you, but you weren’t brave enough.

You knew you’d spend the rest of your life regretting that.

You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life regretting it though, even if Matt couldn’t give you what you wanted you knew he wanted at least one night with you and you’d do anything for it, anything to feel how electric Matt’s kisses were, anything to feel how good his hands running along your body could feel, anything to run your fingers through his hair to pull him into a kiss.

You watched as Matt stepped out into the rain, watched him walk to the end of your street before freezing. You decided you were going to be brave, didn’t let your mind become overwhelmed with all the reasons this was a bad idea and instead followed him out in the rain, feeling a shiver run down your spine and not knowing whether it was from anticipation or the cold.

Matt seemed to have the same idea, turning around on his heel and meeting you halfway, cupping your face in his hands and practically smashing your lips together in a rushed and messy kiss, your noses knocking against each other as your hands gripped his wet suit.

The kiss was everything you had thought it was going to be, if you thought Matt brushing against your hand was enough to send a rush of electricity through you then it wasn’t nothing compared to the sparks flying as he kissed you.

The two of you stayed out in the rain kissing until you had to pull away for air, both of you drenched through but not even noticing as Matt rested his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing heavily against each other.

Matt gave you a second longer to catch your breath before his lips were on yours again, this time his hands found your hips and he nudged you until you were walking backwards towards your apartment, Matt managing to pull himself away so you could open the door before he attached himself to you again, the two of you somehow managing to get up the stairs without breaking apart.

Matt slammed your back into the door, pulling away from your lips to nip at your neck, trailing kisses and pausing to suck bruises into the skin causing you to muffle soft moans as you tried several times to open your apartment door.

Once you were inside Matt wasted no time moving you both to the bedroom, by the time the two of you got there you had both been stripped off your wet clothes and left only in your underwear. Matt sat down on the bed first and pulled you on top of him so that you were straddling him, feeling how hard he was for you.

You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair, he wet locks tangling around your fingers and you tighten your grip to pull him into another rough kiss, Matt groaning into as you grinded against him, his hand moving towards your hips and dragging you closer, bucking up into you.

“Fuck Y/N, need you so bad.” Matt grunted into your neck when you finally pulled away from each other, his hands running up and down your body causing you to moan.

You shifted down Matt’s body, trailing kisses down his chest until you settled in between his legs, wasting no time in removing his boxers and moaning at the sight of his hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum.

Matt couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into your mouth when your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, forcing his dick half way into you before he restrained himself, listening as you choked and moaning loudly, his hands gripping your hair as you took a breath before you started sucking on his cock like you were made for it.

Matt felt himself hit the back of your throat, moaning even louder as he felt you relax and take him even further. You were making such a mess, he could feel your drool all over his cock, leaking from your mouth and down your chin, he could feel your gaze on him, knew your eyes would be bright and wide especially when he stilled you with the hand in your hair and took over, letting himself lose control as he thrusted himself deep into your mouth.

He had to force himself to pull out before he made an even bigger mess on your face, tempting as the thought was, he needed to be inside of you, needed to feel how good you felt on his cock.

Matt shifted you so that you were laying underneath him, as he settled in between your legs he dipped his head down to smash his lips against yours and feeling the mess you had made had him groaning into it before he pulled away.

You moaned loudly when you felt the head of Matt’s cock pushing at your entrance, spreading you open and stretching you wide. Your hand gripped the bedsheet as you felt him push deeper into you, already feeling fuller than you’d ever felt before he was fully inside you.

Matt kissed you again as he pushed his cock fully inside you, feeling the way you stretched perfectly around him, unable to stop the moans and grunts that escaped him. You were so tight on his cock, the little gasped breaths that left you as he stretched you out ran straight to his cock.

The way he could hear your heart hammering against your chest had him thrusting into you after giving you a minute to adjust to him and you were crying out in pleasure as he set a rough pace, slamming in and out of you like he couldn’t control himself, his fingers rubbing against your clit causing your toes to curl and back to arch as you fisted the sheets and moaned mindlessly.

Matt trailed kissed down to your neck, tasting sweat against your skin as your head fell to the side and he wasted no time in covering your skin in even more bruises, marking you as his whilst he slammed into you, whispering praises, telling you how good you felt, how perfect you were, how much he loved feeling you on his cock.

Eventually it was all too much for you and your hands found Matt’s shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as you felt yourself come apart, practically seeing sparks fly as you came on his cock whilst he continued thrusting into your sensitive pussy, his fingers still rubbing at your clit causing you to whimper and gasp.

Matt continued thrusting into you, feeling like he was in heaven when he felt you cumming all over his cock and lasted only a few moments longer before he stilled, burying his face in your neck and cumming inside you, giving a few lazy thrusts before he managed to pull himself out of you.

You felt a trail of cum leave your pussy, groaning at how empty you felt now that Matt had left you, the man laying on top of you and trailing lazy kisses along your chest, your hands moving up into his hair, running your fingers through it gently and smiling as he leaned into your touch.

“What is this?” You couldn’t help but ask after a while, keeping your voice soft so as not to disturb the peace between you.

Matt knew he couldn’t leave now, not now that he had had you. He wanted you to be with him, he wanted to be with you in every way possible. He’d do everything he could to protect you, to keep Daredevil and the trouble that seemed to follow the masked vigilante far away from you.

“I love you.” Matt confessed, smiling as he felt your heart stutter before speeding up. “I was scared but I love you, Y/N/N, I want you to be mine.”

“I’d like that.” You murmured, letting your lips press against his hair. “I love you too.”

You were ecstatic, for so long you had thought you would never know what it would be like to have Matt feel anything other than friendship for you and now he was here, in your bed, telling you he loved you. It was better than all your wildest dreams, holding Matt close and falling asleep in his arms, glad you had been brave enough and knowing you wouldn’t have to live the rest of your life wondering what would have happened if you’d just kissed him in the pouring rain.

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[tachimichishrine]

Could I ask for a little Christmas special with Tachi x Fem!reader? With smut, the cherry on the cake could not be missing. Ñakañaka👀

<HAHAHA CANT BELIEVE IVE GOT A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL REQ,,, keep in mind i dont celebrate xmas so im pullin out a lot of clichés and i'm assuming it's a stereotypical northern hemisphere winter vibe just for funsies. ñakañaka to you too, dear reader>

"by the fireplace"

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tachihara michizou x fem! reader {christmas special}

warnings: nsfw ; fingering ; cockwarming ; soft sex ; ooc tachihara bc i can ; playful cursing ; intended lowercase ; unedited as always

stupid. you are stupid.

stupid for getting so excited around the holidays. for using your day off to prepare your painfully small studio apartment with a bunch of decorations bought from the local store, anything that was cheap and shiny. you expertly coordinated the colours, the theme and the shapes, putting up zigzags of fluffy green boas on the walls of your kitchen and swirls of red streamers in your living room. you couldn't afford a christmas tree both financially and space-wise, so you took your local houseplants, covered them in random cut-out figures and makeshift ornaments, then allocated a small corner in their honour. it was cute, but there was no one to share it with.

stupid for getting your hopes up. you hadn't spoken to your boyfriend in so long, hadn't received a response to all your lovesick voice messages or texts, telling him how much you missed him and how badly you wanted him back home. chances are that the number you were contacting had gotten tossed, thrown in the garbage on a mission that was too high-risk for him to compromise your safety. it was worse when you thought about the fact that he was doing this for you; sometimes you wanted to track him down, show up to wherever he was spying and kiss him numb in front of whoever he was supposed to be infiltrating.

stupid for baking cookies. they were really good too— you picked whatever recipe online that you could find and made 2 dozen of them. you ate half, music playing on your speaker, sitting down on your sofa all alone. you wished you'd have someone to share them with.

the cold outside made this holiday season all the more unbearable, with the delicate snowflakes whisking around the frigid air outside. you were safe inside, snuggled up by the fireplace with a book and a blanket, but feeling incredibly lonely.

"you've probably tossed this burner phone by now..." you couldn't resist the temptation and pulled out your phone in order to leave him another voicemail, "but michi, baby, I miss you. I know I'm supposed to love all this me time or whatever, but... fuck, I made cookies and all I wanna do is stuff them in your beautiful face. man, I've gone crazy, haven't I? anyways... I miss you. I love you. I just hope you're safe and come home soon."

you had to get your mind off of things. you had to do something, anything to get out of your head. you were off work, but you didn't have the mind to concentrate on any activities at home by yourself, and all your friends were busy with family and loved ones.

you decided to go for a walk outside, in the freezing cold snow.

it did wonders for your head. you didn't even have your headphones in, which was odd, but instead listened to everything around. you snuggled further into your coat, told yourself that you should've worn more layers, been more prepared for the cold, but it was refreshing nonetheless. you didn't keep track of the time, instead visiting every corner of your neighborhood and just strolling around as you pleased. by the time your nose felt like it was going to freeze off, you were approaching the entrance of the building.

someone was at the door, in a familiar army-green coat with beige fur around the collar. you nearly tripped over yourself running over to the figure, excitement louder in your mind than the fear of accidentally trapping the wrong person in a bear hug.

to your surprise, you didn't hug a person at all. you were hugging a floating jacket that seemed to be carrying all its weight at four spots where small metal clips were positioned. you yanked the coat off of the clips, relishing in the faint smell of your lover, only pulled out of your happiness by a cold impact on your back.

you turned around to look at the son of a bitch who threw a snowball at you.

"aren't you cold?" you chuckled, seeing tachihara in only his v-neck long sleeved shirt you would tease him about and say looked like that of a school girl. "taking off your coat just 'cause you're dramatic as hell."

"you're spunky for someone who left me about a million sappy voicemails in the past week," he retorted in a sassy tone. despite the words exchanged, you dropped his jacket on the snow and ran over to him like you were a housewife waiting for him to come back from war, which you might as well have been. he caught you hurling your body at him and gave you a twirl around while you giggled and peppered his face in kisses.

when he finally set you down, you had your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, his on your hips, and you pulled him in to feel his lips on yours. "you really are dramatic as hell."

"and you love me." his gloved hand balanced your chin on his curled index finger and brought you back in for another kiss. "m'sorry I was gone for so long this time."

you shook your head, holding him tighter as if he would dissipate and float away if you let go. "you're here now. that's all I care about." your grip tightened and you hopped up so that you could wrap your legs around his hips. "now carry me inside and make it up to me."

"oh, she's demanding, ain't she?" he chuckled, holding you up by your thighs. "I haven't even been back more than two seconds and I'm getting ordered 'round."

"shut up, you know you love it," you giggled, trying to climb off of him so you could walk into your home but his grip was firm and he didn't seem intent on letting you go. "baby, I was joking, you can put me down now."

"hm? if ya say so."

and he tossed you onto the ground.

you weren't expecting that, but laughed in the snow as you processed what he'd just done. in retaliation, you kicked out his ankles and he collapsed right next to you. obviously, you both knew that he could've dodged it, but he let himself fall by your side and lay his arm across your waist. he shivered, his barely covered torso coming in direct contact with the cold snow while snowflakes fluttered onto his lashes and hair. he laughed again as he rolled onto you, trapping you under his weight while you looked up at him dreamily.

"I missed you," you whispered seriously, saying those words for the thousandth time today, "a lot. I'm glad you're back."

he struggled to formulate a response, blush almost as red as the tips of his frozen ears or his hair, instead letting his body drop onto you and kiss you on the forehead. "I missed you more than you could ever imagine. almost got caught daydreamin' about you a few times on the mission."

"is that so?" you perked up a brow, amused. tachihara finally got off of you, offering his hand to help you up while the other brushed off the melting wetness on his back and knees. "what kind of daydreams?"

he pulled you up once you took his hand, leading you inside the apartment building while he shook his head to loosen the water droplets at the tips of his hair— almost like a dog. he leaned into your ear and whispered, "the kind I can't say out loud."

"how 'bout a more visual description, then?" you offered innocently, and he chuckled. once you reached the front door, you'd completely forgotten all of the loneliness you'd been feeling when you'd initially left. you barely made it inside the entrance when he had your back pressed against your decorated walls, knee slotted in between your legs and lips back on yours.

you took off your jacket and other garments, trying to toss them in the closet without breaking the kiss. only, once you'd finally kicked off your boots, you remembered his jacket.

"fuck, it's still outside, my bad," you murmured against him, "should I go back down and get it?"

"no need, just open up a window."

you did as he asked while he got settled, warming up by the fireplace and munching on the now cooled-down baked goods. the place still smelled like the sugar cookies, so he commented on how incredibly festive it all seemed. you just shrugged and said you had free time, but quickly admitted you were a little lonely lately. he noticed your frown and unconsciously mimicked it.

"anyways, are you gonna tell me why I'm opening a window when it's freezing outside?" you asked, turning towards him.

"close your eyes," he instructed. you felt a twinge of excitement as you complied.

a few moments later, you heard some clattering outside. barely resisting the urge to peek, you stole a quick look outside and saw the floating jacket, again. you rolled your eyes, placed a hand on your hip and scolded him for acting so melodramatic again. he just chuckled, but his laugh was enough to get your heart thawing out. he brought it inside and you closed the window behind it, but told him to levitate it to the closet. meanwhile, you had to drag him to the bedroom to get him to change out of his soaking wet clothes.

you watched him pull his damp shirt over his head while you got yourself comfortable on the bed. with his torso bare, you stared just a little too long at him, shamelessly, and tsked when he reached for the drawer for a replacement.

"hey, I'm still fuckin' frozen," he explained himself, but you jumped up and grabbed his wrist to stop him from putting anything on.

"we have a fireplace for that reason, love," you retorted.

that was just an excuse to get him naked for you in any way you could, and he let it happen. you cuddled with him on the sofa, his head buried in between your tits with your hands roaming all over his skin. under the covers, you got greedy and began sliding your hands under his pants. he let you take them off, but took your shirt off as well. heavy breathing into his mouth distracted you from skilled fingertips tugging off your pants next.

"I... mmm..." you hummed softly against him as you let him pull you on top of him. you sat down on him, legs parted on both sides and throbbing in between them hard to control. "haven't felt you... in so long..."

it was a request, and he knew it. your fingers couldn't do the trick, not once you had gotten used to his own, skilled and rough and so knowledgeable in understanding every spot and nook that could have you sighing on his knuckles. and he was just that; knuckle-deep in your soaking pussy as you spasmed around his fingers and felt him curl them around inside your walls.

"someone missed me a lot," he remarks with a smug grin while he looked at your eyes tightened shut and jaw slacked open as you rode his hand. you placed your hand on his neck, both steadying yourself so you could fuck yourself harder on his hand and choking him lightly so he would shut the fuck up.

you lowered your chest so you could kiss him heatedly through the fingerfucking, and whispered sweet nothings in his lips while occasionally gasping and panting for air.

"still cold?" you asked cheekily in his ear, licking around the shell and biting down on his earlobe. "or d'you want me to sit on that pretty cock of yours?"

he really was frozen; you felt his frigid skin as you pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung free, familiar pulsating as he grunted through the sensation. you lowered yourself onto him, slow and relishing in his pleasurable whimpers, and rocked into him even slower. it was just the two of you, by the fireplace, gently fucking while you smothered him in kisses.

you couldn't have asked for a better christmas present this year.

[shootingcookielover]

Ducktales 2017 Dystopia Alternate Universe

After losing Della to space, Scrooge 180's into taking over the world to keep people safe from adventuring. (Yeah, u can imagine bradford's reaction xD)

This, surprisingly enough, doesnt necessarily change a lot for ur average, non-magical entity.

But now magically inclined people, to fully magic people r being hunted/locked up/etc.

Beakley, with Webby in tow, leaves the manor as soon as she realizes what he's doing. She tries to return to SHUSH, to warn them, do anything - but it's too late. SHUSH is already in Scrooge's hands.

While trying to evade shush/fowl/scrooge to protect her granddaughter and maybe start a resistance or something against mcduck's regime, she runs into a homeless teenager who is being hunted as well. Because she is a purely magical entity and thus entirely too dangerous.

This, of course, is Lena. (I'm assuming Lena doesn't really... Age? Considering that Magica made her when she was imprisoned and that was, presumably, a while ago lol)

They end up helping/covering for each other, to stay safe. Lena and Webby r basically siblings lol

They eventually find that there is a rebellion, a resistance, trying to fight against the grip mcduck has on the world and the discrimination against magical creatures. Who is leading this rebellion?

Glittering Goldie O'Gilt, baby! I just think she'd make a great rebel leader, especially when she realizes how utterly insane Scrooge has gotten.

She's not just doing this for the world, she's hoping she can maybe punch some sense into scrooge after taking him down.

Donald Duck, meanwhile, has no clue what's going on, not really. Being neither a magical entity nor really still in the adventuring business, Scrooge's changes haven't really affected him much - besides, he has the boys to take care of.

(aside from that weird letter from storkules; but that's probably nothing.)

The boys eventually need a babysitter. During their time at the mansion - a strangely empty mansion, mind you, with no magical artefacts, no mementos to old adventures - they end up finding that prophecy abt atlantis. (Or something like that.)

Cue Scrooge's driver, Launchpad "I'm a pilot" McQuack who has exactly zero qualms taking three boys on an adventure in a submarine.

I dont think Donald would still work with Glomgold in this instance - maybe instead he unknowingly hired on to the rebellion or smth? Either way, atlantis shenanigans happen.

The rebellion people donald works for - Beakley, probably, maybe even Webby is there - tell donald he shouldn't return to his uncle with the boys, but donald just rolls his eyes and insists they need to take accountability. Also scrooge needs to take accountability for putting them in danger in the first place.

Scrooge is not happy to find out that his nephew and his nephews went out adventuring. He fires Launchpad on the spot. (Launchpad def gets hired by the rebellion later)

But also, he wants to imprison the boys - for their own good, of course. Adventuring is dangerous and such dangerous inclinations cannot be allowed to run wild among the populace.

Donald (obviously) does not like this.

He tries to bust them all out (the boys are very surprised/impressed at Donald's fighting ability) but of course he hasnt done anything like this in years, he's rusty. And his uncle knows him well enough to counter him.

The sentence "I thought you'd know better, Donald, I really did. Especially after what happened to your sister." Falls at some point.

Lucky for the duck boys, Webby convinced Beakley to trail them, so now we get agent 22 busting them out! Yay! Except she gets taken prisoner in the process! Oh no!

The ducks find Webby who is, understandably, very upset at having her grandma taken, but also understands that the five of them have no chance of busting her out. So, she takes them back to the rebellion.

A rebellion probably consisting of like, Goldie (duh), Lena, maybe some of the Beagle Boys? There was that one magician beagle boy so i'm assuming he at least is there, and some other assorted magical/dangerous people/creatures. B.O.Y.D. probably, too, actually. I'm imagining Gyro got locked up - if only due to his, yknow, building B.O.Y.D. in the first place.

Oh, and once della comes back from the moon she's most definitely not teaming up with scrooge - something that really makes scrooge think i'd imagine. May even trigger his eventual redemption arc? Though having him as a villain through the whole thing could also be fun tbh

This is all i have so far tbh, but feel free to take the concept and run w it if u wanna, i had a blast coming up w even this much tbh xD i'd love to see other people take a crack at it (or expand it even!) so like, it's free real estate (just tell me if ur doing anything w this, i wanna see that lol)