#(stay safe y'all........but also do the dishes)

[mellowumbra]

~Beautiful edges~

An alpha!Abbywerewolf! x afab!omega!reader

SMUT SMIT SMUT MDNI

will have smut, like prolly gon be nasty need holy water smut. plot! slowish burn. alpha, only female alpha you've ever met. Smut is not under the cut but will be expressed!

⚠️ warnings: porn with plot!! dom!sub dynamic, breeding(r!receiving), vulgar words, VULGARITY, descriptions of genitalia, breeding kink, werewolfheat/rut! overstimulation (r!receiving) power and strength kink

Shummary: meeting an alpha was easy. Trying not to fall in love with one? Harder than it looks.

Here is to ALL YALL freaky sob's that just want to see Abby as a werewolf,,,, I love y'all so much

Also I'm SO SORRY THIS TOOK MY MONTHS FORGIVE ME

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Relocating to the WLF had taken some time to feel somewhat normal and you owed your life to them. You were accepted as one of them, when you were first alone and near death. Omega's in the wilderness alone was a death sentence, but you managed to make your life here wonderfully enjoyable. As close as normal got, it all flew straight out the window when you met Abby Anderson.

Was it strange to meet a female alpha with unbridled power, skill, and rage? Absolutely. Did she scare the ever loving shit out of you? Absolutely. But that didn't stop you from perking your ears to listen every time her name was mentioned.

Abby was a force of nature, she commanded respect without needing to utter a single word. Six feet of muscle and piercing blue eyes that glowed gold and opulent when her wolf appeared. Everyone in the WLF knew about Abby, and were either terrified, infatuated, or a little bit of both. She worked for Isaac, as she was trained and worked like a dog in combat. She led the most dangerous of patrols under Isaac, the man who allowed the WLF to keep you safe, who sent her out to do his worst work.

Being an unmated alpha made it even more..interesting...

As soon as her name entered your airspace, words passed around about the alpha's skills during her rut. You could not stop the onslaught of other companions dishing tidbits during these conversations. Hell you couldn't go anywhere in the past two weeks and not hear about Abby Anderson, the most "skilled" alpha in the entire WLF. You were even more curious to why a female inherited an alpha title. You wondered why you hadn't heard her name sooner, and you soon figured out why. Abby had been in a relationship, and a serious one at that. But, that was over, from what the other omegas in your rounds gossiped about. You were surprised to hear that Abby had been dating a male, a one of almost equal rank as her. Her most recent "pursuits" were women.

You rolled your eyes at Arya's gossip and finished suturing a deep abdomen wound from your most recent patient. The man smiled at you, thanking you for the dressings and ointment. "Hey y/n," Arya says, your other medical assistant and friend catches your attention.

"Yeah? Whatcha need," you ask, wiping down your med tray and discarding a dirty needle.

Arya then asks you if you need to stay longer or if you need to head out. You reply no, you've got nowhere to be. Arya quickly discards her medical garb and ducks out, the sun already set. You sigh and work on seeing if anyone other WLF member needs to be attended to.

Something overpowering and strange enters your sense just after. It makes you stop, startled by the sudden thick air. A strong scent, almost hypnotizing. Abby Anderson is sitting on the bed across from you, blue eyes fixed on your figure. You start, now taken aback at how she appeared almost soundlessly.

"Jesus Anderson you scared the shit out of me," you swore, walking over to inspect a large shoulder wound running from her shoulder to mid bicep. Her muscles glisten with sweat, a now failing stitch job visible against her skin. Her honey hair in a signature loose braid, freckles dotting her neck and shoulders, clad in a gray tank top that exposes her skin to the blistering sun. "Sorry, is' just a habit," she breathes, "I didn't mean to startle you."

Her smile is dizzying but wanton, skin too white. She's in pain.

"It's alright, what are we looking at huh? A mighty alpha needing some help?" You tease, lifting her arm to assess her shitty patch job. Abby hissing at the pain or the figurative jab, you weren't sure.

You smile quietly, adding in a few words of "Alright gimme a second, I can fix you up."

"Thank you y/n, if I tell Manny that his stitch job was shit he'd take it personally," she chuckles dryly to avoid the grimace of you cleaning her wound with alcohol.

The stench almost clears your nostrils of her overpowering scent, almost. With a steady hand, you begin to swiftly move a needle through her flesh. The skin gave way easy to the needle, signalling she must've avoided coming here for a few hours, at least.

"You avoided coming in here, at least since before dinner," you say brazenly.

Abby puffs a quick breath through her nose, unhappy with the answer you've settled on.

"Maybe I did."

You can feel her eyes on you, this whole time. She follows the movements of your fingers, you can hear her nose purposefully inhale quickly at least once, and your cheeks heat at the sudden interest she's taken in you. Her scent is making your mind do flips, alphaalphaalphaalpha repeating in your head by your unhelpful wolf. Your hands almost shaky by the end, Abby rolls her shoulder with the new bandage applied.

"Keep that one for at least the next 2 days, or until you've noticed its leaked through your bandage. Keep it as dry and clean as possible," you instruct.

Abby just flashes you a blinding smile. "You do a good job, I feel better already. Thanks doll," she flashes a wink at you, smirk in her eyes.

That wink makes your ears turn red, palms suddenly sweaty. You roll your eyes to act nonchalant, placing a narcotic in her hand.

"Take these no less than 12 hours apart with food, and I mean it Anderson, with food," you say, fingers brushing one another's as you close her fingers around the pills. A resounding shock zaps through your fingers as fast as lightning, snapping her head up at you. Her eyes flash red just as fast, replaced by their usual blue.

Your eyes are wide, hand zinging from some unseen energy. Abby thanks you silently with a nod, hands stuffed in her pockets, and rushes off.

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Ever since that day in the infirmary, Abby is never out of your sight. During inventory rounds with your other med students, led my Abby's surgeon father, Dr. Anderson. She's always just looming. Your friends start to ask questions when the blonde walks into the infirmary one day, looking as healthy as ever.

You stare curiously as catch her eye, when she throws another wink at you. All your other friends blush and try to look busy.

"You don't look in pain Anderson?" You question, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she chuckles, "but I do want to ask if you had any extra isopropyl alcohol on you? One of my buddies managed to get blood all over a cell, and we need a cleanup," she says, so casually.

You start, but manage to stutter out a response.

"Um y-yeah we have some but it's not here yet, I can bring it to you in an hour or so?" You question, to which she just nods and winks at you.

"Find me in the FOB on the first floor sugar!" She calls out, leaving you a blushing mess.

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Some time later, alcohol in hand, you make your way to the FOB, when a sharp pain in your abdomen makes you lean against a wall in a back hallway. You shake your head, trying to clear your head as your wolf has taken over, screaming for help. Panic ensues. You know any willing male werewolf will hear you, and you sink into a corner.

Someone rounds the corner, and you can't see who it is as your vision is blurry with tears. You turn your head away to ease the embarrassment. The same overpowering scent you remember from two weeks ago invades your mind, and your wolf goes nuts. It's Abby, and she knows exactly what's happening.

SMUT I REPEAT SMUT

"I'm so sorry please don't come closer pleaseAbby," you beg through near tears, your heat blinding and painful. Quick breaths through your nose accompanied with full body shakes makes Abby growl lowly. She knew you needed to be claimed, the pain unbearable for her future mate to endure. A rumble in her throat makes you tilt your head towards the ceiling, breaths coming in faster. That growl is pure power, pure dominance. The fear in your heart of her power comes through your eyes and Abby realizes your fear, and it hurts. Your intoxicating scent fills her nose like a fog, your fight against a need to be taken care of slowly failing. Your heat and scent flies down to Abby's pelvis, unable to stop the whirlwind of arousal she feels.

"Hey, hey look at me," she commands, power still in her voice. She's knelt to your eye level. Don't be sorry baby. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise y/n, I promise. Please, let me take you somewhere safer," Abby begs. Alphas don't beg, they command. Her beg, plea has you staring in her eyes, desperate to believe her.

You pant, fear still swirling in your eyes. Abby just offers her hands, warm and calloused. After not saying anything, she slowly lifts you into her arms. Eyes lidded, mouth slightly parted, your heat addled brain screams at the feeling of power and protection. You can't help but inhale deeply at her scent, your core aching for more. Abby slips you into her room.

"Y/n, please," Abby begs. "I want to help you." Her eyes are a tinge of gold, showing her alpha side. She puts her forehead gently to yours. "I know you have feelings for me," she breathes. "But I won't do a thing unless you say it's okay."

Tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes widen in surprise. You're lucid for just a second. "Oh god Abby, I-I don't know what to say," you groan, embarrassed. Your heat is blinding, a near total body and mind need to just be taken care of.

"I won't do anything you don't want baby," she cooes, her pet name undoing your resolve.

You take a deep breath and swallow, knowing that all you've wanted is for Abby to make you hers. And only hers.

"I want to be yours. I want to be only yours," you admit, cheeks darkening. "Please tell me you feel this as strongly as I do," you rush out, fully vulnerable.

Abby's turn to be wide eyed is short lived before she lands her lips on yours, desperate and hungry. "I want nothing more then to make you my mate. I- want- nothing more -than to fuck you into -this bed- for hours," she groans as you moan into her mouth. Her lips are warm, your arms reaching out to tangle in her blond hair. Your heat is begging, burning like a fire under your skin. You whine pitifully, Abby now fully aware of your need.

"I know darling, I know," she whispers. Abby lays you down on her bed, kissing you with a new ferocity that made you tug at her clothes. Feeling her strong abs run over your now bare chest made you bite her lip, a low growl coming from Abby's throat. Her mouth kisses down your neck and reaches the softness of your chest. With lips and tongue, she sucks your nipple between her teeth, licking it as it grows in need. Moaning at this was music to your alpha's ears. Your breasts are damp with spit and raised pink nipples fall in her mouth as she attends to one after the other.

She pulls your pants off, letting your heat racked body shiver at the sudden coolness. Her eyes flash a deep gold now, looking you over, a wanting moan leaving her lips.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to see you like this, how long I've been wanting to do this with you," she groans, the obvious bulge in her cargo pants making your mouth water and brain go fuzzy at her words. Her hands sink into your skin, pulling the flesh as she drags her hands down your stomach and over your thighs. Your cunt is wet, glazed over with slick and need. Pink lips swollen at the want of satiation. She kisses you, hand reaching down to palm you, gathering your wetness along her fingers. Your pants have turned into whimpers, into breathy moans.

"You're so wet for me, my precious mate," she cooes, dominance leaking through her words. "I wonder how wet you'll be when I sink my cock into your wanting pussy," you moan at her words, pulling off her pants. A small gasp leaves your lips as her member springs out of her boxers.

"That is a dick of an alpha for sure," you breathe out, hearing Abby chuckle darkly at your surprise. Its shaft covered in small veins, her pink head leaking precum at the sight of your naked body. Abby leans forward on her elbows, soaking up more of your slick on her cockhead, her kisses to your lips bruising. Your scent is making her drunk, the end goal of this mating lost. Ignoring her own desperation, Abby sinks below your waist and licks a long slow strip up your center, capturing your clit in her mouth to softly suck.

"I'm not fucking you stupid until your come all over my face, my pretty mate" Abby groans.

Her name leaves your lips in a yelp, unfettered moans follow. Her tongue is masterful, her lips covered in your shiny arousal. Up and down she moves her tongue, taking time to let herself tongue fuck you, dipping into your wetness. Latching onto your clit, she sucks soft pressure and swirls her tongue. With nothing to grab onto, you resign to tugging at your alpha's long blonde locks, legs high above your head, resting on her shoulders. The muscles in her back flex and stretch as she fucks you.

"Abby, o-o-oh fuck Abby baby pleaseplease alpha please," you moan and moan, dragging your hands through her hair.

At the mention of her title, Abby growls and picks up her pace. You feel the band in your belly tighten and snap within seconds as your orgasm washes over you in a blissful wave. Your toes curl and back arches off the bed, head thrown back in a long and loud moan. Abby continues to fuck your aching cunt into overstimulation, your legs shaking and breath uneven.

"Baby, baby I can't-can't take it anymore," you whine and moan. Abby doesn't stop but unlatches herself and slaps your pussy lightly with her palm.

"You're going to take what i give you angel, and you're gonna say thank you alpha," she hums and holds your jaw with her hand. "Okay baby?" She asks.

"Yes baby," you say softly, lips puffy as Abby captures them in a deep kiss.

"Thank you alpha," you admit shyly, peeking at her reaction through your lashes. Her breathing is ragged, hair undone and messy. Her eyes are a fierce gold, desire evident.

It didn't even take a minute before she slowly sinks herself into you, squelching sounds accompanied. Snapping up her head to you, she examines your features for any sign of pain. Your eyes are half open, lips parted in an O.

"Are you hurt?" She questions, stilling inside. You slowly shake your head, gripping her shoulders and wrapping your legs around her waist. With that, Abby slowly moves through your now sopping cunt. Her breath is short, focusing on not coming too early. You wrap around her like a vice.

"Fuck-fuck fuck baby you're so wet, so tight so warm you're so perfectfuck you are soperfect," Abby moans.

You moan at her praise, tangling your fingers in her hair, reveling in the closeness of your skin. Held up by her strong arms, the muscles in her biceps flex by your head.

"Hold on tight princes," Abby whispers into your ear, nipping at the skin.

Her thrusts start slow and languid, drawing out loud moans at each bury inside you. Your moans only get louder as her Hips snap back into yours at a near brutal pace, relishing in the wet sound of skin on skin. Abby examines your fucked out state of bouncing breasts, loud breathy moans and profanity.

"Fuck Abby fuck ABBY fuckfuckfuck my alpha fuck my alpha," you moan out, whining at the feeling of her cock stretching your walls to a beautiful feeling.

"Markmemarkmeplease baby breed me please baby please," you whine out, surprising Abby at your vulgar confession.

"Yeah baby? Fuck you'resofuckingwet, you take my cock so good baby you want my pups baby? Want me to breed you like a good puppy?" Abby moans, as the slap of wet skin fills the room.

"I bet you'd like me to breed you, huh baby?" Your fucked out smile gives her the answer she needs. "Yes abby please baby breed me please don't stop," you whine.

"Dirty girl, I knew you'd like that," Abby seethes as she bites your neck, sweat on her brow.

"You wanna be all round and fuckin full for me?"

"please Abby please baby yes yes yes!" you exhale a loud moan from your chest, as she leans forward to kiss you hungrily.

In a fast motion, she flips you on your belly, arching your back and pressing your cheek into the soft mattress. Your ass on display as she spreads you to see the slick drip down your thighs. You shake your ass slowly, all shame gone, wanting to be bred like a bitch in heat.

Her hands find your hips again, fucking into your cunt immediately like the world was ending. Muffled moans and screams come from your lips, Abby moaning at your soaking pussy sucking her in and milking her cock for all it was worth. Listening to your moans go up in pitch and your cunt get tighter and tighter told Abby you were so close to coming.

"You'gon come for me baby? Come all over my cock baby, c'mon you can do it. Cream all over my cock my good puppy," she rushes out, hands pulling you back to bounce on her dick.

"Fuck-ff-fuckfuck Abby I'm gon come 'my god I'm gonna come," your legs shake and let your orgasm push Abby into hers. Abby grabs your stretched out hand and squeezes it, to ground you. White hot pleasure consumes you and the heartbeat between your legs races.

You yell her name and moan a loud FUCK, drool sticking to the side of your cheek.

But abby wasn't done yet, your pleasure just comes first.

Abby's groans grow higher and higher, as your pussy pulses around her. As she feels you completely tighten around her, Abby's orgasm explodes. She feels her cock swell and a euphoric feeling washes over at the feeling of her breeding you completely full.

"Fuck baby, fuck baby ohgod," Abby moans as she collapses against your sweat drenched skin. You moan back weakly, shivering at her slow kisses up your back.

"You're so beautiful baby, gonna be so beautiful for me," Abby whispers, pulling out slowly to your disappointment.

"Fuck princess look at you," the alpha groaned, skilled fingers pulling your puffy pink lips apart to watch her cum drip out of your overstimulated pussy. You whine again, sensitive to her touch.

She coos, kissing the swell of your ass cheek.

"Come here princess let me hold you," Abby coaxes, slowing moving your body to lay between her legs. She softly kneads your back as you lay, breathing in her scent. Soft kisses to your forehead manage to lull you into a dreamlike state.

"Rest my precious mate, I've got you baby," Abby breathes, wrapping her strong arms around your figure.

Maybe falling in love with an alpha isn't hard after all.

[pedroshotwifey]

To the Flame Chapter 5

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Chapter tags/warnings: family fighting, fluff, hurt/comfort, manipulation, tiny lil plot twist kinda, wifey struggling to keep y'all interested

Chapter summary: You really don't know what you would do without Javi. (please remember I'm shit at summaries)

A/N: I know; what the fuck is going on? This is supposed to be dark? Well don't worry, dear friend, we're getting there! Please just bear with me, I know I'm probably testing some patience right now, but I swear to you that it will be worth it soon. Also, if this sounds rushed, I'm so sorry, but I know you would all rather get to the good shit sooner than later. Thank you, loves!

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“Can you come pick me up?” 

You hate the way your voice shakes in tandem with your trembling body, it makes you feel weak and vulnerable. Though you might hate even more the fact that you’re having to bother Javi with something like this. 

You haven’t even thought it out yet—your brain is much too hazy for you to even try right now. Where will you go after he picks you up? You can’t ask him if you can stay at his place, you wouldn’t want to be any more of a problem than you already are. 

“Yes, sweetheart, of course. Is everything okay?” 

The sincerity in Javi’s voice makes you want to melt. Only this man would be so kind and caring as to go out of his way for you without an explanation. He must have just gotten home, too, because you’ve only been in your house for about fifteen minutes. 

You know he must hear the sniffle from your end of the phone, because he immediately sounds more concerned than anything. 

“Sweetheart?” 

Taking in a gulp of air, you glance at your dad who is still watching you with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a deep scowl on his face. You let your gaze flicker back down the tile floor, not wanting to see his obvious disgust for any longer than necessary. 

“Not really,” you admit, biting your lip to keep it together. “I’ll tell you when you get here. I h-have some stuff to take too.” 

You hear him mutter a curse as you blink and another tear races down your wet cheeks. 

“Okay, I’ll be there soon, honey. Just hang on a minute,” he says.

He sounds extremely worried, and you can tell he would rather stay on the phone with you to make sure you're safe, but he has to let you go so he can get to you in person. He hangs up and you set the receiver down. 

“I-I have a friend coming to get me,” you tell your father, much quieter than you would have liked to be.

“Go ahead and get your shit out of here,” he says as he starts to walk back into the kitchen, not bothered enough to spare you more of his time. Your mom has already busied herself with the dishes, but you swear you see tears cradling her face. 

Your stomach drops for what has to be a hundredth time today, but you have nothing better to do, so you drag yourself back to the pile of your stuff. You want nothing more than to disappear. Just to sink into a hole and curl up some place nobody can find you. You can’t believe you could be so selfish and stupid. But can they really blame you for doing something for yourself for once?

Taking a deep breath and coming to a stop in front of your stuff, you pick up the box sitting on top. It’s not a large pile; a lot of your possessions got left at your old apartment when you high-tailed it out of there, but you’ve never been one to keep a lot of stuff anyway. 

You only have to take a couple trips to have all of your things in a neat stack near the driveway. You’re just balancing your last suitcase when you hear a small voice from behind you calling your name. 

You spin around on your heel to see your sister leaning on one of the porch columns. She’s clearly been crying, and it sends a pang of regret through your body. One look is all it takes for her to be hurdling herself your way and engulfing you in a hug. 

Your arms wrap around her as you allow yourself to sob, feeling her own sadness shake the both of you as she rests her chin on your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry,” you manage to choke out. Her hand comes to stroke your hair as she shakes her head lightly in disapproval. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Her confession only brings another round of tears to your eyes. 

“I promise to call you every day,” you sniffle into her hair. 

She nods again, silently agreeing. 

“As long as mom and dad will let me,” she says. 

You know Javi’s going to be here any minute now, and you don’t want to get her in trouble, so you pull away with as much of a smile as you can muster. 

“I’ll be okay,” you tell her with a squeeze to her shoulders. The look on her face absolutely breaks you all over again. She nods solemnly and pulls you in for one more good hug as you exchange ‘I love you’s, and then turns back to the house before she finds herself unable to let you go. 

It’s while she’s walking back inside that you hear the sound of Javi’s truck coming up your gravel drive. He hops out and is at your side in less than ten seconds. 

“Hermosa,” he greets you frantically, gently grabbing your cheeks with both hands to tilt your head and examine you for injuries. His shoulders sag with relief when he sees none. The action makes your stomach flip, and you really wish it would stop doing that. 

He looks behind you to eye your stuff. 

“Let’s get you out of here.” 

You nod and follow him to start moving your things again. Neither of you talk as you load everything you own into the bed of his truck and strap it down, the brief looks you cast at each other have enough meaning for you to have had a full conversation anyway. 

Once everything’s packed, you take one last look at your house, a wave of hurt washing over you. There’s so many memories here. Sure, not all of them were great, but it’s your entire childhood. You’re leaving your entire childhood, and that sentiment just isn’t settling with you. 

Javi has to pull you out of your trance by carefully taking your hand in his and motioning that it’s time to go. The look on his face isn’t quite of pity, but more of discern. You feel seen and heard for one of the first times in your life, and that thought doesn’t escape you. 

You follow after him, and he opens the passenger door for you before helping you in like the gentleman he is. You flash him as much of a smile as you can muster as you help lift yourself up. He shuts the door behind you, gets in on his side, and you’re backing down the drive before you can even process the fact that you’re really leaving. 

Javi asks you to tell him what happened after a couple minutes of letting you calm down, and you explain it all. You break down in the middle of the explanation, but he’s patient, and tells you to take all the time you need. It doesn’t take long for you to have everything out, but you feel like you’ve been wrung dry after the fact. 

It hurts even more to say everything out loud, to admit that your parents hate you because you wanted happiness. Javi consoles you, wrapping an arm around you when you slide over to lean into his side on the bench seat. 

He lets you get all your tears out, shushing you and planting gentle kisses on your head as you wrack sobs into his shoulder. It’s painful, but once you’ve cried all the tears you could, there’s a sense of lightness that consumes you. You try not to focus on the lingering pain in your chest as you look out the window.

The morning looks just as beautiful as it had earlier, but the sight makes your stomach churn this time. You’d been so stupid and unassuming on the ride home. The gentle glow now signifies nothing more than ignorance and an unreadable future. You can’t believe it was just over an hour ago that it had meant something else entirely. 

“Sweetheart,” Javi breaks the temporary silence. 

You look at him through your wet lashes, your head still propped on his shoulder because you don’t think you can hold it up without support right now. 

“I’m going to take you to my place, but I want to ask you something first.” 

You pick your head up now, both because of the relief from hearing him say that, and also from the hint of something in Javi’s voice that sounds a little like nervousness. 

“Thank you, Javi,” you tell him as sincerely as you can. You would literally have nowhere to go without him. “What do you want to ask?” 

He looks at you, and you swear you see his eyes light up the tiniest bit. He must see the gratitude written on your face. 

“You know I’d do anything to make sure you’re safe, right?”

His question takes you aback. Of course you do, how could he even ask that? He’s been nothing but kind to you and has only ever had the best intentions. 

“Yes, Javi, of course,” you say, turning to him fully to emphasize your truth. You need him to know how much you trust him, how much you appreciate the care and attention he provides you with. 

He turns back to the road, but you catch the way one corner of his mouth tugs up ever so slightly. At least he seems to know you’re sincere. 

“Well, I think there’s something we need to do to make sure you’ll stay that way.” 

You keep quiet. Your interest is piqued but you stay silent for him to continue. 

“I think that your parents shouldn’t be able to get to you anymore. Even though they kicked you out, we don’t know if they’re done bothering you.” 

Your brows furrow. 

“I don’t know, I really don’t think they would have any reason to come after me,” you say, perplexed as to why he would think such a thing. Sure, your parents are kind of assholes, but they’re not insane. They wanted you gone, and you’re gone. That’s that. 

You miss the way Javi’s jaw ticks as you turn back to lean against your seat. 

“I know, honey, but it’s always best to play it on the safe side.”

You try to think about what he’s telling you, but it still doesn’t sound like they would be a threat. 

“Especially if you get a job now that you’re not working for them anymore. What if they find out where you applied or where you’re working, and try to get you fired or declined? They could also tell people about what happened, and this town’s not going to take kindly to that.” 

That, on the other hand, sounds a bit more realistic. You wouldn’t exactly put something like that past them. 

“And you need to get your address and home number changed, which is going to be a pain in the ass, and will probably require some interaction with them.” 

You bite your lip. He has a point, but you still have no idea where he’s going with this. He glances back over at you and sees the contemplative look on your face, his features softening. 

“I know it’s a lot, sweetheart, but I’m just trying to look out for you.” 

You look at him, catching his gaze. His eyes brows are set in a worried place, concern lacing his features. It makes your heart melt a little bit, to know this man cares so deeply for you. 

“I know, and I really appreciate it, but there’s not much I can do about it,” you tell him. He bows his head slightly. 

“Actually,” he starts. “I was thinking that I might have the solution. It would make me feel better to know you’re safe as well, cariño.” 

His hand grabs tighter to yours as you worry your lip. You have this funny feeling in your stomach that you can’t decipher. 

“What’s that?” 

“You can marry me.” 

If you had been driving, the truck would have jolted to a stop. All the breath is knocked from your lungs as you stare at the man who was able to say something like that so casually. Marry you? You’ve only known him for a couple of months. 

“W-what?” you squeak out with the little bit of breath you have left. He shrugs lightly, as if those words didn’t have any kind of an impact on him. 

“That way, you can change your name, number, and address without any hassle. You’ll be able to hide your identity for the most part, and you won’t have to worry about the logistics of that other stuff.” 

You just stare at him, your jaw open slightly. 

“I can keep you safe that way. Nobody will mess with you if they know you’re mine.” 

You feel something tug at your chest when he says that. Maybe officially being his won’t be so bad. You know you’re fast on the track of falling completely for this man anyway. 

You close your mouth to swallow, thinking over your options with a racing heart. It really does make sense to do that, but you can’t see it happening. 

“I don’t know, Javi…” you trail off, a little lightheaded from the suggestion. 

Javi sighs and checks the rearview mirror before pulling to the side of the road. 

“What are you doing?” 

He ignores your question and instead reaches a hand in front of you to open the passenger glove box. He moves a couple of papers out of the way, and out comes a small, velvet box. Your breath seizes in your throat. 

Javi turns to you, looking at you with the saddest, most pleading eyes you’ve ever seen. There’s a gleam to them, showcasing both the hope for a yes, and the nervousness of you saying no. 

“I knew from the first date, hermosa, that I was going to have you some day,” he starts. Your eyes get misty all over again. This isn’t just him offering you a solution. He wants you, and you honestly can’t even comprehend why a man like him would. He opens the box in his hand, and you gasp. The most beautiful ring you’ve ever laid eyes on lays snug in the small pillow inside of it. 

“I want to be the one to take care of you, to hold you, and to love you, for the rest of your life. Please be my wife,” his voice cracks on that last sentence, and you lose it. 

You throw your arms around him, a couple of tears escaping as you do so. 

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” you choke. You’re filled with a warmth that almost completely replaces the hurt that had consumed you. He really, really wants you, and you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to feeling so special. 

Javi lets out a shaky laugh filled with relief as he hugs you back and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You know I would do anything for you, right?”

“I do,” you nod at him with watery eyes. “Thank you, Javi.” 

“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re about to make me the happiest man alive.” 

***

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Jay as your Boyfriend

pairing Jay x reader! genre fluff warnings not proofread, pet names word count 0.5k

He is the definition of husband material.

He will spoil you so much, even if you have the money to buy your things. He loves to show you his unconditional love and how much he appreciates you.

Upon your arrival from work, he offers the most exquisite massage, all while illuminating your favorite scented candle, creating the most comforting atmosphere that instantly develops the feeling of home.

He will 100% cook your favorite dish when you are feeling down. Any Michelin restaurant does not come close to his breathtaking cooking abilities.

He will take you on expensive dates even if there is nothing to celebrate. He just loves spending time with you. Moreover, during dinner, having his hand on your thigh is something he feels the need to do, an essential gesture of intimacy for him.

He will always pay attention to whatever you are saying and makes sure to remember every single detail you are sharing with him. He would leave whatever he is doing to hear your heavenly voice, even if it's just to hear a random thought or a joke. He is always there to listen and to give you the best advice and comfort.

As much as he loves giving you love, he also requires the same amount of attention. He does not say it often, but he NEEDS you there. He needs to feel your presence.

HE KNOWS THE SIDEWALK RULE. Hear me out! During your walks with Jay, he consistently ensures that you are positioned on the inner side of the sidewalk + having his hand on your waist or draping it over your shoulders while walking is MUST for him.

“My love” and “darling” are his favorite pet names.

Jay holds a deep appreciation for eye contact, and whenever you engage in conversation with him, he delights in the idea of you gazing directly into his eyes.

When he is away from you, he makes sure to call you every night before you go to sleep. He will also call you when you are having dinner so you don't feel alone while he is away. And whenever he has time, he will give you the most random updates, keeping you in the loop and close to his heart.

“My love, I know you are probably busy rn, but I just wanted to say that today I heard this cute song that someone played on the streets and it reminded me of you”.

Author's note: He is just so SAHDG73EWGD. Please let me know if there are any grammar errors. If you want any requests dm me! And also repost or give a heart if you enjoy it! Anyways, drink water and stay safe y'all.

-Love, Ela

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Scars and Souvenirs 

Chapter 11

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,869

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death and animal abuse. Nothing graphic I promise but if the fic continues (if y'all like it) I'll add warnings for each chapter. All mistakes are mine, sorry.

Scars and Souvenirs 

Chapter 11

(It's still the start to mid December and not Christmas yet.  I apologize but rl took over and I didn't have time to write  Sy and Debbie's holidays! Thanks for being patient and I hope you're still reading!)

Debbie was flitting around the kitchen baking cookies and preparing to make candies. Today was the day! Mike was coming to stay with them today. The judge decided that while the investigation of Mike's father was underway that Mike should be housed somewhere else and since Deb and Sy were going to put him to work on the ranch they would also take temporary guardianship of him. Just as she was taking a tray of cookies out of the oven and placing the pan on a cooling rack she heard them come. She nervously wiped her hands on a dish towel.

“Smells amazing in here sugar.” Sy gave her a kiss and wrapped an arm around her waist. He reached over and snatched a still hot cookie off the pan and took a bite.”Mmmmm, perfect!” He licked his lips. 

Deb swatted his arm, “they aren't finished!” She smiled over at Mike and handed him one of the cookies. “There is a damaged cookie pile for sampling,” She winked.

“ Thanks,” Mile grinned then took a bite. The sugary cookie just melted in his mouth.  It was the best cookie he'd ever had. “ It's good, thanks.” Mike was still unsure of exactly what was happening to him. No one had ever helped him  before and he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Did Sy give ya the tour of the stable and horses?”

“Yea,” he nodded. “It's sad that the animals were so abused.”

“People suck,” She nodded then paused, “most people I mean. Some people are nice.” She fidgeted for a moment and Sy laughed then leaned in and kissed her head.

“She says what she thinks,” he winked at Mike who grinned.

“So,” Deb bit her lip. “Would you like to put your stuff in your room?”

“I'm doing time. Am I not sleeping in the stable with the horses?” Mike sighed. “This is punishment,  right?”

Deb approached him and put her arm around his shoulders leading him towards his room, Sy grabbed Mike's bag as he followed. “Yes and no. This is your punishment for things that you did; however, this isn't jail.”

Mike looked around the bedroom they led him to. It was much bigger than the one at home and sparkling clean. It was plain, light grey walls, white borders, two bi windows with deep blue curtains and a matching comforter on the twin bed.

Sy and Deb leaned back against the dresser. “ There are rules here that will be followed or the court will take you straight to juvi,” Sy explained as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“We get up early. We work hard all day no matter what the weather. It's hard, it's smelly but it's rewarding. We want to make the rules clear,  no surprises and be open and up front about our expectations,” Sy explained. 

Mike braced himself for what was coming. This was going to suck and he knew it. Things never worked out well for him. At least he would know what was expected of him and not be set up for failure just guessing at what they would want. “Ok.”

“Rule number one,” Deb said, “Know that you are safe here and you can talk to us about anything. “

“Rule number two,” Sy continued, “If you need anything,  tell us. We are not here to hurt you.”

Mike shifted uncomfortably and chewed on his lip. What was this? What were they trying to do? He crossed his arms and just listened. 

“Rule three,” Deb added “We expect you to do what we ask. It's hard work but you will always be safe. We will teach you everything we want you to do.”

“Rule four,” Sy said, “You will not leave the farm without us and we need to know where you are at all times.”

“Rule five,” Deb continued, “You keep all your meetings with the case worker and we join you at those meetings because right now we are actively your guardians.” She pushed away from the dresser and moved toward the door. “These aren't rules but,” She looked at Sy nervously.  “I know the room is plain because I'd like you to make it your own. Decorate it, put up posters, we can even go shopping and get you lamps and bedding you like. We are going to be working on cookies and candy most of the night and we would love it if you would join us.” She put her hand on his shoulder for a moment before going back to the kitchen.

“Take the time you need to settle, put your stuff away and acclimate to your surroundings. When you're settled you know where we'll be,” Sy nodded and left the room.

What the fuck was happening? People weren't this kind, never to him. This had to be some sort of set up, right? Who were these people?

~~~~♡~~~~

Debbie laughed as she swatted Sy's arm. “You are gonna make yourself sick like that.”

Sy, very unapologetically, licked the spoon full of frosting again. He'd confiscated the remainder of the large mixing bowl as soon as she had separated most of it into smaller bowls for coloring. He wasted no time samplithisng a spoon of the sugary mix and his eyes rolled back as he moaned with pleasure. “Why haven't you made  before?”

She stirred gel colors into the smaller bowls. “Well between the desert, then rehab and going straight into building this ranch we never really had time to play house,” She shrugged. “Thought it was now or never.”

He frowned at her, pausing with the spoon midway between the bowl and his mouth dripping more into his beard. “Now or never?”

Mike walked into the kitchen having decided to try to make the best of this situation.  He could hate them until he found out what kind of people they were, right? “So What ca….” He paused mid sentence and blinked at Sy. The man had white, frothy stuff all in his beard around his mouth. “Rabid bear,” he thought and apparently said out loud.

Debbie laughed but the more she looked at the frosting on Sy's face the more she lost it. She had tears in her eyes and giggle snorted pointing at her perplexed boyfriend.  “Porn star,” was all she managed before erupting into another fit.

Sy arched his brow thinking she had totally lost it as he looked between her and the frosting. What she was laughing at finally hit him.  The white frosting looked like cum all over his beard. “Oh funny,” he smirked at her. Moving quick as a flash he had her arms pinned to her sides with one of his around her waist. Taking the spoon out of the bowl he smeared it on her face as she struggled to get free.

“Austin Lee Syverson don't you .. You brat!” She huffed through her giggles. 

“What? I just wanted us to match.” He acted innocent but his burgeoning erection against her ass said anything but.

She turned her head toward him, kissing his cheek, smearing more icing on him before squirming free and getting some paper towels to wipe her face. “As you can see Sy has issues behaving,” She winked at Mike, who was trying really hard not to laugh and failing.

She took the spoon outta Sy's hand again and smeared some on Mike's cheek. “Now you match, “ She beamed. “Would you like to work on baking cookies, decorating cookies or making candy?”

Mike blinked and stepped back when he got icing-ed but laughed when Sy laughed and shook his head. “I…I'm not sure I would be good at any of it. I don't want to mess anything up.”

“Like you could make more of a mess than my grown-ass toddler? It's not about being perfect or even good at it, it's about having fun! We aren't on a baking competition to be judged. If it tastes bad we'll just make you eat it all,” She smirked and hugged an arm around Mike’s shoulders. I have some more drop cookies ready to bake. You and Sy working together can get through those and some crackle cookies while I work on these and we can move on to candy together.”  She set up what they needed and gave them directions on what to do. 

Sy and Mike worked well together talking and laughing easily. Sy fell into that leadership role like he'd never left it. He was firm, informative and fair to his men in Special Forces and was made to lead and help. It made Deb all tingly watching him in control.

 

They moved through the cookies quickly, both Mike and Sy eating several and soon getting a sugar rush. They were both laughing and zooming around talking about how good the sugar cookies Deb decorated looked. 

They, mostly Debbie with assists from Sy and Mike, made two types of fudge, chocolate covered pretzels, divinity, buckeyes, and truffles.  They even made cookie and yogurt treats for Aika. Conversation was easy and they moved fluidly like they knew what the other needed and it was shocking because they were strangers to each other but it felt like they'd known each other for a lifetime.  

The trio worked through lunch though the boys were stuffing themselves with cookies and candy.

“I don't know about you fellas but I'm tired after all of that,” Deb sighed as she closed the dishwasher and started it. Cleaning up was the worst part but they got it done. “I am desperately in need of a shower but afterward how about we order some pizza and watch movies tonight?”

“Sounds perfect to me,” Sy nodded.

“Sure,” Mike nodded. “I need a shower too.”

“When we were in Iraq we had to shower outside with cold water, which you would think is good in the desert right? But not at night when it's freezing cold. So… when we designed this house we agreed we would get a tankless hot water heater which means you can shower in your bathroom while I shower in the master.”

He was impressed having never heard of it but hot water was awesome. Sometimes his old man didn't even pay the utilities so he could buy more whiskey. Something she said just dawned on him. “Wait, I have my own bathroom?”

“You didn't explore your room?” She asked. 

Sy led Mike back to his room and opened the door near the foot of the bed. “I thought it was a closet,” Mike said as he stepped inside. It wasn't huge but it was still bigger than the one at home. 

“Closet is to the left kid,” Sy pointed. “You towels and washcloths are here as well as extra toilet paper,” he pointed to the things in the linen closet. “Over here,” he opened the medicine cabinet over the sink, “There is a new toothbrush if you need it as well as toothpaste. Mouthwash is here and I wasn't sure about shaving supplies but we can pick up what you need when we head into town if you want. I put the shower gel and shampoo I use in this shower for you but we can get the type you like in town too.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“We left you to explore your room but you didn't seem to get very far?” Sy explained. 

“No,” Mike shook his head. “Why are you being so nice to me? In juvi or foster places I'm just given the basic lice scrub down a bed and enough food to survive. Here I'm being treated like a..” he was searching for the word.

“Kid? A human and not a prisoner?”

“Yea,” Mike said softly.

“When Debbie met you she saw something in you. We asked about your case and your priors and she said we needed to help you.”

“You agree or do you just always do what she tells you too?”

Sy crossed his arms over his chest. “I'll be honest, the jury is still out for me. It’s a fifty-fifty chance for me. I think there's a chance you're a punk who has his old man's disdain for the law and feels untouchable because of it  or you're just a kid who was dealt a shit life with a shit father trying to survive the best way you can. I'm willing to get to know you to find out which one you are. I'll give you my trust and respect until you give me a reason not to. You keep acting like you are now, you keep getting treated Ike this. You fuck up you get to meet Captain Syverson and we start doing this military style. You prove to me that you don't want to be here or you hurt her in any way. I'll personally deliver you back to a jail cell and let the system take over.”

Mike took a moment to process what Sy said. Part of it pissed him off. How could anyone think he was like his father? He despised that man and was ashamed that people even knew they were related but Sy really didn't know him and had no way of knowing that. It was fair for Sy to want him to prove who he was, he couldn't fault him for that. “Fair enough,” he looked Sy in the eye and nodded.

Sy grinned and patted him on the shoulder then headed to his and Debbie's bathroom.

Deb was just finishing up with her shower when she heard the bathroom door open and close. “Everything ok?”

“Yea, just showed him where stuff was and talked a bit. He had questions about why we were being good to him.”

She smiled when she felt his arms wrap around her waist as she finished rinsing her hair. “Hi,” She grinned, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Hi,” he rumbled as he nipped at her neck. 

She turned them so that he was under the spray and started washing him by scrubbing the stiff sugar out of his beard, chuckling as he moaned when she scrubbed with her nails. “Is my bear gonna start purring?”

“I don't purr, I rumble,” he insisted though his voice sounded serene.

“Mmmmhumm,” She nodded and continued to wash his body dropping to her knees to scrub his thick thighs. When she looked up at him his blue eyes were full of pure lust. His big hand cupped the back of her head as she leaned forward and pressed soft kisses along his hard shaft. Using her hand to stroke him she carefully worked his balls in her mouth knowing how much it drove him wild.

“Fuck,” he rasped as he fisted her hair. “Keep that up and this will be over quick sugar. 

She worked him with her hand as she slipped away from his balls letting them leave her mouth with a soft pop then lucked a stripe all the way up his cock. She pulled the foreskin back and licked and sucked the head then sucked him as deep into her throat as she could bobbing her head as she licked and sucked until his thighs were trembling, his moans were a litany of curses and his balls were tightening. With a wicked gleam in her eyes she soaped up her hand and reached up to cup his balls but instead rubbed across his puckered hole and slipped her finger in deep. He squeaked and clinched around her finger but before he could say anything she was pressing on his prostate causing an electrical storm of pleasure to roll through his entire body.

“Fuck Debbie, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He whined as his entire body trembled. He was caught between her hot mouth on his cock and that wicked finger touching his prostate and it was a vortex of pleasure. His entire body tinged and rolled as the orgasm ripped through him and he blew his load in her mouth pumping wave after wave of cum as she worked him through it only stopping when his moans turned to soft whines from over stimulation.  

Debbie smiled as she held him to her chest rocking him as they sat on the bench seat gently rubbing his face as he came down from his Endorphin high after washing her hand. “Hi there,” She smiled as he looked up at her with glazed eyes.

“Hi,” he leaned in to kiss her and his hand slipped between her legs. 

She gently moved his hand and kissed his pouty lips. “I want you so bad darlin but we have a kid waiting on us. Tonight? Please?”

He pressed another kiss to her lips and nodded. “I don't like this part. I want to be able to fuck you when and where ever I want to,” he growled. 

She shivered as she leaned against him. At least he still wanted her. Maybe things weren't as bad as she'd thought.

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Sorry it’s been a minute, but MC-Anon back again!

If you could write an episode, what would it be about? Or alternatively: if you could confirm Stottlemonk in canon, how would you do it?

(This is a hard question so u can think about it so so much to make up for me being away for a minute. Also not back immediately but just figured I should say I’m still here)

hi dear mc-anon!! welcome back /0/ <3.

yanno, xD. i'm giggling cause like, this ask gave me ANOTHER idea for a fic (someone save me) but also i have a couple ideas for fics that seem like "episodes" that could be canon too!!

now hmm, if i could confirm they were canon with the subtle way they like to hint at things in the show:

monk making leland lunch every single day after the episode very, very old man [s02e05]. leland going "why tf is he making me lunches all of a sudden?" + the precinct going "oh who's the girl cap'n?" -> the girl is monk, you fools. monk doesn't know he's pining either, he just wants leland to be well fed and know he's loved. monk's love language is acts of service <3. the way to a man's heart is through his stomach somethin' somethin'.

NEXT UP. *drumroll* we can also go for the classic (hilson) move: them moving in together!! living together!! domestic feels!! domestic love!! coming home to each other!! going home together after a case!! being there when the other has a bad day!! JUST BEING THERE AND HOLDING HANDS BY ACCIDENT WHILE WATCHING TV. pls imagine leland doing the dishes exactly the way adrian likes them... without asking. would our beloved mr. monk not cry a damn river right there? adrian buying leland his favorite packs of beer. recording the shows he knows leland likes... i feel this should have happened in s5/s6. we we're robbed y'all 😔✊️.

now the third one ;"). everyone starts mistaking them for a couple - like they dont outright mention it but after the couple of times recently that every damn witness/suspect etc goes "are you two like... *vague hand gestures" or "your man over there. don't know how you deal with him" or the officers in the precinct going "monk, the captain's having a real bad day, could you come over for a while?" pls. everyone is shipping them. even randy going "we're the children of divorce" @ natalie (ง ื▿ ื)ว

the fourth is just me being silly and wanting cottage husbands au... its kinda canon?? cause it DID happen sorta... but them retiring and moving to a small town... i feel like i'm going off topic xD.

stay safe dear!! remember to drink water! take care of yourself :3

but yes! that's what i feel could confirm stottlemonk canon.

also, i asked a friend ( @s-misaki ) and they said: adrian getting shot in front of leland (he doesn't die ofc, but dramatic af adrian + leland going through so many emotions. them helping each other out to recover... hehe)

p.s that first idea is actually a fic i'm writing.

p.p.s: so is the second idea ( ´ ꒳ ` ).

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Help us leave a potentially unsafe living situation! Our landlord is facing us with a likely illegal eviction after months of us facing mistreatment and tenant's rights abuse from them. We know they likely cannot follow through as they haven't followed standard legal procedure, but we do not feel safe here and need to gather expenses to cover moving asap with a deadline of June 30th. They have done nothing but use us for months now, and now that they do not need us to pay their mortgage thanks to a new job they're starting soon, they've taken the first excuse they could think of to put us in the street.

For the past several months, we have been living in extremely subpar conditions in a dirty house with limited access to ways to bathe thanks to our landlord. They had us move from Tennessee to Michigan, promising us safe housing and manipulating us by sweet talking us about gardening together, playing games, and forming community. When we got here, we learned the basement room they wanted us to stay in (they said they needed the entire first floor to themself) was unfinished; they do not clean upstairs with any regularity, leading to lots of dust coming down into our room while we cannot regularly bathe, causing skin irritation and breathing issues. Multiple times have they left drinks out that their cats have knocked over, which spilled through the floor directly onto our bed. Additionally, there is no soundproofing; we have no privacy, and they've even joined in private conversations we've had from upstairs.

Our shower has been broken the entire time we have lived here, and the second we brought up the fact we cannot regularly bathe after they told us all about the new high paying job they'll be getting, they served us an eviction notice not even a week later. They had told us the polar opposite not even two weeks before– that they'd stop accepting rent so we could plan to move out. This was going to be a blessing to us, as house prices here aren't horrible, and we had wanted to attempt to get a mortgage and save for a down payment. The bathroom they expect us to use is theirs and is left so dirty and cluttered (often with sex toys left out on the counter) that we cannot leave any of our things in there and have to bring everything up and down with us– which is especially difficult for me as showers tend to make me faint, and theirs does not ventilate steam well. Their solution was to tell me to shower with the door open– something I am now 100% uncomfortable with.

They had blamed all the dirtiness on their former tenants, but within two weeks finally admitted they had an issue with hoarding and cleaning. We offered to help many times, but they were never willing to communicate with us and treated us a if we should have been the sole people responsible for the cleanliness of the house. We did all of the dishes for months while they wouldn't even rinse a single one and would regularly fill the entire sink and all of the counters with dirty dishes. They never clean up after themself when they make messes, which has led to an ant infestation in the kitchen. They also demanded more space in the fridge when they have an entire other fridge still plugged in that we aren't allowed to use because they claim to want to sell it but have not done so for months. Our items in the fridge barely take up the top shelf, one drawer, and a small portion of the bottom shelf while the rest is often occupied by food they leave to rot for months.

They claim to be kicking us out because we are “too expensive to live with”-- citing seeing one of our tiny windows open a few times when they had the AC on. As a social worker you would think they'd understand that some families are neglectful and do not teach things– we understand its annoying, but they leave their windows open literally all the time, have been leaving lights on upstairs at all hours of the day even when they are not home, will not raise the AC above 70° (and even kept it at below legal temperatures over the winter), and still have an entire fridge they apparently do not use plugged in upstairs.

They are horribly neglectful towards their cats as well: two long haired cats and a short haired one that sheds excessively, but they do not brush them. By their own admission, they do not play with their cats either, and we had to tell them to buy their cats toys and scratchboards. They have not clipped their cats claws or gotten them clipped in the entire nearly eight months we have lived here. They clean the cats’ litter boxes maybe once a month, multiple of which sit outside our unfinished basement room. They also neglected to inform us that there was an entire flea infestation in the house prior to us moving in. They have also told us to get rid of our cat who used to be theirs because at the time they agreed to cover her expenses since we had not been prepared to take on a cat, only to suddenly change their mind when we pointed out issues she display repetitively, indicating they likely severely neglected her too– and this took place not even a week after we told them they needed to take care of their boys better because they wanted to bring two more cats into the house. We know she was confined to a single room that is even smaller than the one we are in now and had her boundaries violated often by their own admission as well.

We have been trying so hard to make nice and keep the peace– we have some evidence of their mistreatment, as we've recorded our entire group chat and have taken pictures and videos of some of the dirty areas of the house, but we don't know that its enough to help us in the event they do take us to court. They have a tendency to corner us in our room or the kitchen. Often times to talk about themself and the latest person they've hung out with (aka the latest person they had so something for them, buy something for them, or had some sort of ~physical encounter~ with; they are vocal about when they hang out with other people and the hang outs always fall into one of these three categories), but the second it comes to us, they end the conversation. They are extremely condescending and treated us in a way that reinforces both of our varieties of trauma. Lately they have even begun altering their sleep patterns so we cannot even be awake and doing things quietly like feeding ourselves without them looming over us in the background. They stress we're in is affecting our cat too, leading to her refusing to eat decently often. We had thought we'd had more time. That maybe we were finally close to having a safe space to call our own. We shared our plans with them and almost immediately they began talking us down. Not even a week later, they served us an eviction notice out of nowhere, knowing we have no other friends in this town and our family is all the way back in Tennessee. They were not willing to even discuss it and come to a compromise– it is clear we've served our use to them.

Thankfully we are planning to move into an apartment with a friend, but we need to come up with the move in costs as soon as possible. The listings we find often close out fast– there isn't much available housing in this area, so we need to act fast. Anything helps. If you cannot make the minimum, please contact us for alternative methods.

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This has been itching in my brain for a while but I kind of just assumed that Colin and Eloise were the exceptions with having darker personalities based on what Anthony said in an earlier chapter and never thought much of it until I read the latest update with Colin's inner monologue concerning his sisters' wrath. Add in the fact that neither of the brothers were surprised at Colin's violent outburst (although this could be just because they are both used to it). And now I'm wondering if Anthony is just an unreliable narrator or is the entire family dark as well?

And speaking of dark, I know you said Pen is an unreliable narrator when it comes to family but does that only concern their love for her or is she also unaware of her family's darker aspects?

BTW, i love SMB. Like literally the chokehold that your fanfic has on me is unholy.

I love you Anon, thank you so much for asking!!

So when I shared Anthony's pov in that earlier chapter, I was still hemming and hawing about the way I wanted to portray Polin's siblings. It isn't till recently I decided to fully commit to the dark side and give shades of grey & black to the characters. Your ask definitely reminded me that I need to update the tags with 'Unreliable narrator' as depending on the sibling and the perspective, the character will read differently.

This was also due to how Colin and Eloise's talk went. Their relationship is extremely complicated (if you haven't noticed lol). She'll give you her experience growing up with Colin when I get to work on her book. The Bridgerton Siblings aren't dark per se… they just had to adapt to Colin who was an incredibly unrelenting force as a child. After Edmund died, Violet fell into depression and Anthony was drowning with responsibility with Benedict & Daphne doing their best to help him stay afloat, Colin was sort of left alone. Eloise wasn't talking. Franny, Greg & Hyacinth were definitely more minded than Colin and Eloise.

And the assumption was that COLIN was looking after Eloise, helping her through the trauma and grief. That he was doing fine because he was smiling and charming visitors away from the door when they wanted to ask after Violet (He was in a way… but he's a kid in grief too). Eloise is the only one who pushes Colin because she knows the literal worst of him. They clash because they were essentially the forgotten middle children.

Also, in Colin's mind, a part of him thinks, if he's capable of the things he's done his siblings must be the same they just hide it better from him and the public. (So yeah, he's unreliable and biased). And Funnily enough, Ant&Ben think the same of Colin. (They all severely underestimate each other's impulse controls tbh)

Pen is an extremely unreliable narrator when it comes to her family. There is LITERALLY so much she didn't notice (Y'all get more insight in Ch12). As SMB Phillipa will be quoted saying:

"Penelope is the best liar of them all. Only Master Liars could sink themselves so deeply into believing a lie of their own making they'd forgotten the truth. Phillipa Admired her for it, it's what kept her safe throughout the years. It's why she could forgive her for the many years she'd spent missing her sweet little Penny…."

Depending on the Polin sibling you interview, you're gonna have them describing a very different kind of Polin.

Example:

Anthony: Colin's got a temper and is greedy, but he's harmless. He's a Gentleman! He was raised well, of course. (duh!)

Benedict: Mmmh, not exactly harmless, but he knows where to draw the line. Maybe don't tempt him to cross it?

Daphne: Colin wouldn't hurt a fly! He's far too kind for that!! Oh, what? No, he just asked if I could help him bury some bones a dog dug up in his backyard on Saturday. Mmh? This red stuff? Oh, my daughter's learning how to paint.

Eloise: Colin will skin you from your toes to your hair follicles, boil you in a cauldron and feed you to the poor for dinner as a soup with bread as a side dish. You laugh, but I'm not joking. Ask him what happened to Susan who called me a bitch last week. Do you really think it was a coincidence he volunteered to feed the poor as charity work recently? Did you not wonder where he got the meat so quickly?

Franny: Of course, I trust my brother. Was that a serious question? Colin doesn't lose his temper unless it's over something truly bad. What's his definition of Bad? I don't know, I guess if someone made one of us cry, then yeah…

Greg&Hyacinth: Colin doesn't do anything wrong. He's actually pretty boring. All he ever does is eat and moon over Penelope Featherington.

Featherington Sisters:

Prudence: Touch my sister and die. I refuse to say another word. A threat? Oh no sir, that was a promise.

Phillipa: Penny's adorable!! I miss her sometimes. Hmm? Oh no she's still living with Mama, I just miss when she used to stab tables and threaten cousin Alfie to hold his tongue or she'll stuff him full with stones and toss him in the lake. Alfie's afraid of water you see, but she was offering to teach him how to swim, he didn't need to cry about it. Isn't she sweet?

Felicity: Touch my sister and die. Don't even breathe next to her. What? Prudence did? Well… *loads shot gun*… I guess I'll save her the trouble. *BANG*

[nsfwhiphop]

(First Draft Version) Incoming Text for Jennifer Lopez (@jlo):

Dear Jennifer,

I have to ask you a question: "Why is it that your name is being dragged in Diddy's scandal?"

It doesn't make sense to me. You dated Diddy in the year 2000, it was 24 years ago. Why are they bringing your name into this Diddy scandal?

I have to be honest with you, I did a little thinking and I came up with the only plausible explanation: "You had a secret fuck buddy and it was Diddy. You have been hiding it since the 2010 divorce, remember when you dated Casper Smart? You had a secret fuck buddy behind the scenes and it was Diddy. The media couldn't prove it but you kept seeing Diddy in secret."

This the only plausible and rationale explanation that I could come up with, I mean, it makes so much sense, why else would they keep mentioning your name in this Diddy scandal? You had to be fucking him in secret, and you went to his freak offs and now you are in the middle of all this scandal. Man, that's so fucked up! What did you do?

This is like the "Hangover" film all over again.

Diddy is like the Leslie Chow character.

Jennifer Lopez is like the Bradley Cooper character.

You always end up in parties together, and something bad always happens.

I am so sorry for what is happening to you, my dear Jlo.

I know you don't deserve this, but you will survive, you are tough.

I watched a video on YouTube, and they are saying that you fled the country, and you packed your bags and everything. I don't know if it's another clickbait video, but it sounded very legit with videos and all.

I also watched another video on YouTube, these days they are dragging Oprah Winfrey's name in the dirt as well. They say that Diddy was a lover of Oprah, they had a secret love story, man these stories are wild.

Diddy was fucking Oprah? For realz? No wonder they sent him to jail, he was out there defending all the wealthy females and he went down.

Diddy was a black bodyguard for Jennifer Lopez and Oprah, he was protecting y'all, and he couldn't hold the fort, they invaded your fortress, and now he is in jail.

At least, that's how I understood it.

Diddy was like: "Eh Yo, don't touch Jlo! That's my sister and also don't touch Oprah, that's my sister too."

The Anti-Christ was like: "I think it's time to send this fucker to jail. Diddy is becoming way too rebellious."

The way I tell the story is comedic, I have to make y'all laugh about it.

We are tired of crying, we choose to laugh about it now.

My dear, Jennifer! You have to be strong.

You should buy a home in Rome, Italy and settle with your children in Italy. It would do you some good to live near the Vatican.

Rome is a Christian-controlled city, you will be safe there.

You can also have your film company Nuyorican in Rome, you should move the headquarters of your film company to Rome and just make movies for the rest of your life.

You have your connections in America, you can buy a very spacious home in Italy and just disappear, change your life completely.

You will enjoy more peace of mind in Rome, Italy.

You can do a lot of things, focus on your many different film projects in Rome, Italy. It will be like living in Beverly Hills, California but only this time every one in the neighborhood speaks Italian.

You should think about seeking a more peaceful environment, less toxic, it is better for your peace of mind.

You should speak to Marco, he is Italian and he is trustworthy.

Zoe Saldana and Marco will help you settle in Rome.

You can live in your home in Italy and still keep up with the news in America by watching the Television, they have a satellite dish there too, you know? You can have all the TV channels in America, it would be like living in America but only this time, you are in Italy.

Also, call George Clooney, I'm sure he will help you settle in Italy.

Your move to Italy will help you calm down and have a more quiet life.

Stay out of trouble and keep resisting.

I hope my message was helpful.

Love you, Jennifer! Have fun, big hugs for you.

Prince Angelo.

P.S.:

Here is the video about this topic, watch this:

FBI Caught Jennifer Lopez Trying To FLEE The Country

[jonesaf]

Arthur: Love, could you come help me with the dishes?

Alfred:

Alfred: I'm social distancing.

[maginxlia]

Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji And Sukuna Ryomen In a Holiday Dinner with Your Family

Rated R

Contains Foul Language And Suggestive themes

I told y'all that I would be posting again this week 🍁 Happy Holidays y'all💖 I hope y'all get to enjoy time with your family and friends this season while staying safe💖 I love all of y'all and I hope this add some excitement to y'all day 💖 I am very thankful (and Appreciative!) for all the support and love y'all give me and I'm wishing all of y'all well✨

Nanami Kento

Nanami is actually very excited to meet your folks and enjoy different types of food

So when you explained how you wanted to travel to go see your family for The Holiday, He was more than willing and able

Really wants to make a good first Impression like the perfect gentleman he is

Asks you about what the Etiquette in your family and Will remember everything you say

If Your family the type to Separate Unmarried couples (Same) He will respect their boundaries and their home

When you arrive he carries y'all bags in and remove your coat for you

Type to wait for you to introduce him and your folks before he goes around shaking hands

If food is being prepared he will offer to help

Actually ask your folks can he please prepare a dish for the Dinner that reminds him of home (Ofc he go out and buys his own ingredients)

He gift your uncles a bottle of Expensive Rum

Let's you make him a plate when the dinner starts

Uncles egg him on to add to the Prayer; Which he does amazing job making the Uncles impressed

Nanami actually have the Aunties drooling with his mannerisms and his sophisticated aura also he handsome like of the actors from a black and white movie

When the Uncles starts Drilling him on what he do for a living, Nanami Just smile and tells them he works for the government (Cousins in the background going "DAMN that means he makes good money")

This Man love all the food but the Homemade Mac & cheeses and yams is sending him

Nosy ass Family Elder starts asking about Grandbabies and Marriage🤦🏾‍♀️ He simply says that Marriage is definitely in the cards for the future and maybe Babies too but he's wants to wait a little longer because his job makes him travel a lot and you deserve a husband who always gonna be there🥺

When the dinner festivities has ended the Uncles invite him to watch the game with them, He impressed them with the fact he can hold his liquor so well; Everybody else is drunk while Nanami is slightly buzzed

Overall impression 10/10

Gojo Satoru

Gojo is Hyped OFF THE WALLS HYPE

Yes babe I will love to go see your Family and Eat some good food- Gojo Satoru 2021

Asks you for your Family members names and descriptions while on the trip there

When you arrive at your folks place Gojo is holding your bags and ready to Greet them like old friends

He knows he's very charming and is going to make a good impression easily either way

He is rather bummed about sleeping in a separate room from you but he will get over it

Keeps his sunglasses on but you already told your folks that he's sensitive to light and not he's trying to hide his Pretty eyes, So they don't take it as disrespect

If you help in the kitchen he will ask do you need anything and will try to assist But Baby don't let him, it's a ploy for him to sneak samples.

At the Dinner tho shit gets mad serious, He wants all the food and will ask you for three plates for him to eat in one sitting (With his Greedy ass)

Aunties whispering to each other because 1. he's sexy and 2. Rather funny. Mans has the ability to draw people to him without even trying

When the uncles start asking him about his occupation he smiles and says that he's a teacher, mentor and have good paying government career (Cousins and Aunties are shaking)

Theres lots of jokes and drinking go on But Gojo Has one major excess and that is Dressing with the homemade Cranberry sauce, After his third helping of Dressing He start talking too loosely

When the Nosy ass Family Elder start asking Questions about why there isn't any babies with y'all Gojo Quickly replied "it's not because of The lack of Trying"🤷🏾‍♀️ OOPS (Aunties and Uncles SHOOK)

Gojo doesn't Join the uncles to watch the ball game because he doesn't want to risk get plastered

He will find you and go hunting for a quiet space in the house for some Alone time but the moment he’s comfortable he's falling asleep because his belly is too full

Overall impression 8/10

Fushiguro Toji

Hell no Toji doesn't want to go but will because he cares for you and this is something important to you

Is Grumpy the whole time you're traveling, He doesn't have a great relationship with his own family and Really isn't about all this but he's trying

Effortlessly carry y'all bags into your old room before one of your family members asked him is y'all married? No? Well you gotta sleep in separate bedrooms then

Toji is pissed. You help him sleep better and he can't fully grasp why your family are pulling y'all apart. It's because of Respect? He has seen you naked more than he can count and the things he has done with you would make your family try to jump him if they knew.

He begrudgingly takes the guest room but he's not happy

The first thing he do when he unpacked is checked your room windows and the room he's staying in windows, Then he hides his weapons in the guest room because he'll be damned if he's caught slipping

Mans Really is quiet. your family is surprised at how quiet he walks plus his fast reflexes got them questioning shit

He stays in the guest room for the most part and only comes out when he's called for dinner

Fix his own plate last because he doesn't want people judging what he picks

His lips stay together until one of the uncles ask him what is his profession which Toji replied "I'm a traveling contractor" Now everybody is curious, The same uncle asked him how much that pays which Toji simply replied couple of thousands per contract ( Aunties, Cousins and parentals alike going😳)

Toji is back to being quiet until the Nosy ass family elder fixed their lips to ask Toji about babies🤦🏾‍♀️ He quickly replied that he's allergic to children (One of your cousins had the audacity to say that's code word for Deadbeat Dad Boo) Toji is not pleased.

After Dinner he Bonds with the uncles over football even tho he doesn't care for liquor he still had hella fun

At night Toji will sneak into your room to have some X rated fun with you and your family will never know that he even was there

Overall impression 6/10

Ryomen Sukuna

Meeting your Family? Being included in the festivities? Sukuna is delighted that you would include him in all this BUT Yuuji has objections

Yuuji doesn't trust Sukuna in a new environment so Yuuji will be the face of the whole operation

Yuuji is the perfect soft boyfriend that your folks thinks you deserve (If they only knew)

Introduction go so well and He doesn't say anything when a they mention a separate room for you two

He offer a helping hand In the kitchen and help set the table all while Sukuna is Raging in his head

Your little cousins, Nieces and Nephews loves him

Dinner goes beautifully, Yuuji get his plate fixed with your help at explaining the foods

Aunties thinks he just the Cutest and is very sweet

When Questioned about what he do for living Yuuji tells them that he's a university student and he have multiple legal side gigs (Cousins in the background saying HES A EDUCATED HUSTLER)

Yuuji is enjoying the food a little too much tho The potato salad got him Dreaming

Before The Nosy ass Family Elder could even ask their questions, Yuuji Excuse himself to go to the restroom because Sukuna is livid and pissed How could Yuuji sit there indulge himself while ignoring him

Don't get me Wrong Sukuna is about to wreck some shit up but what stops him is the fact this means a lot to you and he can't forgive himself if he over reacts so He comes a agreement with Yuuji that as long as he can get control that and eat some food for himself; he will be okay.

Yuuji Returns just in time to help clear the table

He sits with the uncles for a little bit and watch the game but he soon go to his room for some rest

Right When your family is either asleep or went to their own places Sukuna will lurk and hunt you out.

He's silent as he opens your door and wakes you gently, his claws slightly scratching your arms while his eyes stares intently into your own sleepy eyes..... I am Hungry My pet, The brat promised me a feast and I've been oh so patient Sukuna says deeply yet quietly

With your assistance he gets to Gorge himself on the left overs, what I am sayings is that there wasn't any leftovers when he got done lmao

Sukuna get you in a lot of trouble if you fall for his seduction so be prepared to get caught By the parentals because The King of Curses always give you something that makes it hard for you be quiet😉

Yuuji Impression 10/10

Yuuji impression if Sukuna get y'all asses caught 1/10

Likes, Comments, Reblogs and Requests is Hella appreciated and Loved💖 Please don't Steal My shit.

[hades--baby]

Their Saving Grace Pt. 2

Summary: After Quinn's daring attack, Angel and Tank found themselves back under the protection of the Shaw Pack. Thankfully, the Shaw household has always proven to be quite the safe haven for anyone in need.

Note: Quite a few people asked for a second part of Their Saving Grace so I decided to deliver! I usually stick to writing angst, but I decided to dish out some fluff this time around. Hope y'all enjoy!

(This work was also cross-posted on my ao3 account under hades_baby)

Word Count: 4361

The large front door of the Shaw’s household opened quietly, but the two pairs of tired footsteps that followed greatly contrasted the near-silent notion. Hushed voices filled the large foyer and exhausted sighs trailed their softly spoken words. That would be Asher and Milo returning from their midnight hunt for Quinn’s head. 

David knew that he should get up to see what the boys had gathered from their long hunt—that is, if they had gathered anything—but he didn’t want to leave his sleeping mate’s side. But he also knew better than to keep Asher and Milo waiting, especially after what they had been commanded to do. 

So he got up from his comfortable spot beside Angel. Though, he didn’t do so without looking down at them and pressing a light kiss on their forehead. They shifted in their sleep a bit before settling back down beneath the warm covers of their bed.

The overly stressed alpha was so damn relieved to see that Angel and Tank were okay now. His heart had practically stopped in his chest when he saw the large gash on Angel’s arm and the dying state Tank had been lying in when he had run into that cold alleyway beside the buzzing bar. 

But they were safe now. 

And he was going to do everything in his power to keep it that way. 

He made his way downstairs and to the kitchen where Asher and Milo were standing across from each other, leaning against the marble island set in the middle of the room. Two dark bottles of beer were placed in front of them, opened and already half drunk. David didn’t think either of them would be drinking at a time like this, but then again, he couldn’t really blame them. 

This was the first time Quinn had openly attacked Tank since David had started dragging them to the pack meetings they held weekly at the den. The first time the blood-sucker had attacked them since they had been considered to be back with the pack. The first time any of them had ever seen with their own two eyes what Quinn was really capable of doing. 

They had finally gotten a first-hand taste of what kind of inflicted torture Quinn had been dishing out to Tank and that terrified them. 

“Anything?” David questioned, grabbing the unopened beer Asher had just slid over to him. 

“Trail went cold after we hit the edge of the forest,” Milo said, shaking his head before taking a quick slug of his drink. David grimaced and popped his drink open. 

Quinn had gotten away. 

“You two should stay the night. The guest bedrooms are always set up for you two,” David said, nodding towards the stairs that led to the other rooms. They both nodded their heads before finishing off their drinks. 

They both looked absolutely beat. 

Everybody in the house was. 

Milo disappeared from the kitchen and up the long stairs, but Asher had stopped at the kitchen entrance. 

“We’re gonna get him, right?” Asher said, glancing over his shoulder to look at his alpha. “After seeing Tank like that… David, we have to get him.”

“We’ll get him, Ash. We’ll get him,” David said, nodding his head. 

It wasn’t just a statement. 

It was a fucking promise. 

And Asher recognized that. 

So the tired beta nodded his head back, made his way out of the kitchen, and walked up the long set of stairs. He was happy to finally get some rest, but he was still upset that they hadn’t found the bastard leech that had caused their estranged shifter so many problems. 

David stood in the kitchen on his own for a while, staring at the island's marble countertop. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to get any sleep tonight, not after what had happened to Angel and Tank. And with everyone staying under his roof, he felt the need to stay awake to ensure everyone made it through the night. Sam would undoubtedly be awake for the entire night to keep him company and to live out his usual daily schedule, but that didn’t matter much to him. 

David was going to have a restless night and he’d already come to terms with that. 

“Are Asher and Milo alright?”

David spun around to face Angel, who was standing in the opening of the kitchen where Asher had been standing moments ago. They rubbed the heavy sleep from their eyes, letting out a light yawn before looking back at him. He smiled softly at the sleepy sight of them. His eyes trailed over their figure, stopping at the spot on their arm where the gash had been earlier, but it was completely gone without a trace of a faint scar, thanks to Marie and her graceful healer’s touch. 

“They’re alright. They’re going to stay the night,” David said, nodding his head. 

Quiet footsteps thumped back down the stairs and Milo soon reappeared. He froze in the dimmed light of the house on the bottom step of the staircase, looking like a deer in headlights once he realized the talking pair were staring right at him from the kitchen. 

“I’m not sleepin’ in the same bed as that nightmare of a lucid dreamer. That man could kick me off the bed in his sleep and he wouldn’t even realize it,” Milo said, gesturing his head towards the top of the stairs. Asher’s muffled diabolical laughter could be heard through the door of the second guest bedroom, making Milo roll his eyes and head into the living room. “I’m takin’ the damn couch.”

David and Angel watched as Milo shuffled over to the couch in the living room and collapsed onto it, his figure disappearing from view. 

“Is Tank alright?” Angel asked, looking back over at their mate. They slowly leaned against the wall to steady themself out. Their head tapped the solid structure and they fought to keep their eyes open as they spoke. 

David pondered their question for a moment, unsure as to how he wanted to answer. 

“They’re alright,” he said, nodding his head. 

And it was true, in a way. 

Tank was as okay as they could be right now. 

Sam and Marie had healed them as much as they could. A few of the nastier wounds were going to scar, but that was nothing new for Tank. Though, that little fact did nothing but bother the rest of the pack, especially Angel. They had tried to stay in the room with Tank for as long as possible, but the effects of the healing magic mixed with all the alcohol they had drunk had slowly seeped into their energy and they had found themself falling into a peaceful sleep as David carried them to their bedroom. 

But now, they were up and wondering if their friend was okay. 

“Can I see them?” Angel asked, slowly strolling up to their mate. They hovered half a foot in front of David before he gave in and pulled them into a tight hug. He took a deep breath through his nose, taking in their scent to ensure they were really there in his arms. 

“I’m not sure if Sam and Marie’s healing magic knocked them out yet, but they were a little loopy last time I checked in on them. Are you sure you want to go see them now?” he asked, pulling away a bit to look down at them. 

“I want to make sure they’re okay,” they whispered, nodding their head before nuzzling their face into his large chest. They knew that Sam and Marie had taken care of Tank, but they needed to see it with their own eyes. 

“Come on then. They’re in the first guest bedroom with Sam,” he said, nudging them a bit before guiding them up the stairs and to the bedroom. He gently knocked on the door a few times before slowly cracking it open. The lights in the room had been dimmed down. It was dark enough to sleep comfortably but light enough for people to check up on Tank with a mere glance. 

The injured shifter was laid out on the plush bed, eyes heavily lidded but still somewhat open. Sam was sitting up with his back against the wood headboard, gently running his fingers through their hair in an attempt to soothe their pain as well as soothe his own magic-induced headache. He looked up from his drowsy mate, perking his brows as he waited for one of them to explain why the door was open, letting in all of the unwanted hallway light. 

“They wanted to see how they were doing,” David said, letting Angel slip past him and into the room. Sam nodded as he slowly peeled himself from the bed to make room for the unempowered human to take his place. 

Angel could see where some of the deeper gashes that Quinn had given Tank were set on their body. Even with Sam and Marie’s healing magic, some of their wounds had to be wrapped up in white ivory bandages to ensure they would heal properly. Faint scars would undoubtedly litter their skin, which was enough to make Angel frown. 

“Hey, Angel,” Tank muttered, their words quiet and slurred slightly. They were close to falling into a deep sleep, but they hadn’t given in to the darkness just yet. Sam’s gentle touch had been doing wonders, drawing them closer and closer to sleep earlier.  

“Hey, Tank,” they whispered back, scooting closer. 

“How’s your arm feeling?” Tank asked as they slowly reached up to wrap their callused fingers around Angel’s forearm. The shifter’s touch was ever so delicate yet electrifying at the same time. It was a stark contrast to what Tank could really do with their hands—what Angel had witnessed them do with their hands earlier that night. 

“It’s better now. Marie healed it like it was nothing,” they answered, shrugging their shoulders. They decided not to comment about how their skin tingled just from Tank’s careful touch. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m feeling pretty spectacular. Thanks for asking,” Tank said sarcastically, letting a small smile creep over their face to show that there wasn’t actually any malice behind their words. They let out a short yawn that turned into a low groan. “Are you as tired as I am?”

“Yeah,” Angel muttered, nodding their head. 

“You want to lay down?” 

“Yeah.”

Angel slowly eased themself onto the bed, snuggled right into Tank’s side, and rested their head atop the shifter’s shoulder. They were careful about their movements, avoiding all of the slow healing injuries set in their path. Tank wrapped an arm around their unempowered friend’s shoulders, pulled them in close, and finally closed their eyes to get some well-deserved rest. 

“I’m sorry that Quinn ruined our night out,” Tank muttered, gently squeezing Angel’s shoulders. 

“I’m just glad we’re okay,” Angel whispered back, resting one of their arms over Tank’s torso. Their fingertips grazed over the white bandages wrapped around the shifter’s body, messing with the edges of the ivory wraps. 

“Me too,” Tank whispered back, resting their free hand on Angel’s arm. 

Angel never thought that Tank would be comfortable with something like this and they weren’t sure if it was just the healing magic and alcohol allowing them to be okay with this, but Angel was just happy to be this close with them. They were pleased that Tank was slowly starting to unravel for them, peeling away the head layers of their hardened personality. 

“Night, Angel.”

“Goodnight, Tank.”

It was the sweet, warm scent of pancakes that woke Tank from their deep slumber. The heavy duvet was pulled over their still figure, keeping them nicely tucked in a bed that was not their own. If their recollection of last night’s events was correct, they figured they were at David and Angel’s house. At least, they hoped that that’s where they were. 

They quickly glanced around the room, taking in the comforting interior. 

Yeah. 

They were definitely at David and Angel’s house. 

They hadn’t seen the inside of this room much, but they had had the pleasure of staying here a few times before. Their stay was typically set after late-night pack meetings. And the only reason they actually stayed over was because David had always made the excuse of not being comfortable with them riding home late at night and that his and Angel’s house was much closer to the pack’s den than their apartment was. 

His incessant nature made Tank feel ever-cared for, but they wouldn’t ever tell him that. 

The drowsy side effects of the healing magic had worn off and their head had finally cleared. Their injured body ached slightly and they could feel all of the places that Quinn had ripped into their skin, but nothing seemed to be actively killing them right now, so it was a win in their eyes. 

They looked to the side, seeing the empty spot on the bed beside them. They remembered Angel had come in to check up on them and then spent the night in the same bed. It was interesting having someone other than Sam lay in bed with them, but they weren’t necessarily opposed to it. Angel had practically clung onto them for most of the night and it was surprisingly comforting, but Tank wasn’t sure if they’d be willing to admit that aloud either. 

However, they would admit that they felt absolutely horrible about what had happened last night. 

They hoped that Angel wasn’t absolutely fucking scarred by what Quinn had done. 

They really hoped. 

A knock on the door startled them from their thoughts, making them flinch and flick their gaze over to where the bedroom door was slowly easing itself open. Sam’s head popped through the small opening and a soft smile pulled over his face as he spotted his mate alive and well. 

“Mornin’, Darlin,” he said, stepping through the doorway to make his way over to them. He sat comfortably on the edge of the bed, tussling their messy bedhead a bit before meeting their gaze. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Better than last night,” they answered, slowly sitting up with the help of their mate. 

Once they were finally upright, they spotted their leather jacket hanging over the top of the plush armchair set in the corner of the room. Deep stains of crimson blood were set in the material on the inside of the jacket, but it looked as if someone had tried to scrub it all out. And along with the thought of their jacket came the idea of another prized possession of theirs. 

“Where’s my motorcycle?” they asked, head snapping back to look at Sam. 

They would raise absolute fucking hell if the one thing they had to remember Gabe by was lost or broken at a dive bar (of all fucking places). 

“Don’t worry. It’s in the driveway. I went back and got it before the sun came up,” he answered, smiling slightly. 

“Thank you,” they whispered, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. 

Sam was the only other person in Tank’s life that they had trusted to drive their motorcycle. 

Well, him and Gabe, of course. 

“David’s makin’ breakfast. The others are already downstairs eating if you want to join them,” he offered. He gently ran the backs of his fingers over their cheekbone, following the shape of their face. They leaned into his soft touch, closing their eyes for a few moments. “Are you hungry?”

“For once in my life, I could eat,” they answered, nodding their head as they opened their eyes. 

“Well, that’s a first,” he chuckled, smiling before standing from his place on the bed. “Come on then. Angel already set out a plate for you.”

He took their hands into his own, pulled them to their feet, and steadied them carefully. They cringed at how cold the hardwood floor was, taking a few moments to themself to adjust from the warmth of the bed to the coldness of the floor. In their quiet moments of adjustment, they stole a glance at the windows blocked by a set of blackout curtains. Sunlight shyly peeked through the edges, which made Tank furrow their brows and stop in their tracks. 

“What time is it?” they asked, looking back at Sam. He looked down at the watch wrapped around his wrist before answering. 

“It’s about nine or so.”

“Nine?” they gaped, eyes widening. “You should be sleeping .”

“I’m fine, Darlin,” he said, shaking his head as if that would easily dismiss their worries. 

“Sam,” they said, deadpanning with a slight grimace. 

Was he really going to lecture them about taking care of themself when he was trying to pull something like this? They knew that it had been a stressful night and that he had been taking care of them for most of it, but that’s even more the reason that he should be sleeping. 

“I’m fine, Darlin,” he repeated. 

“You spent half of the night helping Marie heal me. You have to be exhausted. You need to sleep,” they said, shaking their head while pushing him towards the bed they had been lying on moments prior. He chuckled a bit and plopped down onto the bed. 

“Fine. I’ll sleep if you promise to eat,” he said, looking up at his mate with a knowing look. Tank hummed and nodded their head, reluctantly agreeing to the offer. 

“Fine. I’ll eat if you sleep,” Tank said, letting out a small sigh. Sam smiled and pulled them back over, pulling them into a slow kiss before letting them go. 

“Go eat,” he said, nudging them towards the door. 

Tank trudged out of the room, gently closing the door behind them so Sam could finally get some sleep and stay on his usual sleep schedule. They made their way downstairs to the kitchen where everyone was hovering around the kitchen island, a plate of pancakes in front of each of them. David was standing in front of the stove, flipping an unnumbered amount of pancakes.

Milo was the first to notice them. He perked up and smiled a big toothy grin.

“Mornin’, Tank,” he said, straightening himself out before taking another bite of the fluffy pancakes on the plate in front of him. Everyone turned to look at Tank, all of them smiling softly when they spotted their estranged wolf. They were all happy to see them on their feet, thankful that they were standing and not swaying. 

“Are you hungry? Davey made pancakes,” Angel said, smiling wide while showing off their stack of pancakes. They looked well rested and quite peachy now that they had something to eat. 

Much to David’s surprise, Tank smiled softly and nodded their head in response. He knew that they hadn’t ever really had the greatest relationship with food, but he also knew that Sam was helping them out with that. He was just happy to see some of that wonderful progress with his own eyes. 

“I could eat,” they said just as they had upstairs with Sam. 

“Good because I made a lot,” David cut in, turning towards them and placing a stack of pancakes in front of them. He grabbed the bottle of syrup in the middle of the island and put it right in front of their plate with a small smile. “Syrup?”

“Is Sam still asleep?” Angel asked, plopping down on the plush couch in the living room next to Tank. 

“He is. Should be for another few hours or so,” Tank answered, nodding their head. 

Asher and Milo had gone home to their mates to get a little more rest before having to deal with another long hunt for Quinn’s head. David had gone to get some rest as well, hoping to get a little bit of sleep to make up for all of the lost hours. He had refused to go to sleep upstairs in his own bed, not wanting to let Angel or Tank out of his sight in case something bad happened (like Quinn coming through the damn window or something of the sort). Still, the two of them had insisted that he needed to get some sleep before one restless night drove him into the same horrid sleep schedule Tank seemed to harbor. He eventually gave in.

So, that left Tank and Angel. 

“Maybe a day in will prove to be much better than a night out at the bar,” Angel joked as they snuggled into Tank’s side without a care in the world. 

The tired shifter perked a brow as the unempowered human rested their head atop their shoulder, tucking their face into the warm crook of Tank’s neck just as they had done the night before. It felt odd having someone other than Sam be this close, but as they had said before, they weren't necessarily opposed to it. 

Tank’s eyes skimmed over Angel, soon landing on the spot that Quinn had torn into their skin. There wasn’t a visible scar, but Tank knew where the gash had been. They only remembered it because it had angered them so much that he had set his fucking hands on Angel. 

“Is your arm alright?” Tank asked in a soft tone. 

“It’s fine. Milo’s mom did her whole magic thing and healed me up pretty quickly. But it was kind of weird seeing everything kind of just get stitched back together on its own,” Angel answered, shrugging their shoulders a bit. “Do you want to watch a movie or just keep watching shitty reality TV?”

“Your pick.”

Tank found it funny that Angel had sneered at the latter when they knew the menace secretly loved the so-called shitty reality TV , but Tank wasn’t in the mood to fight them on anything, especially when it came down to something like this. 

Angel grabbed the remote and started to search for something better to watch. On the other hand, Tank nervously bounced their knee as they watched the different titles swim by on the large screen. 

“I’m sorry about last night.”

“What for? You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Angel said, shaking their head as they kept their eyes on the TV in front of them. They skimmed through all the channels, trying to find something decent to put on. “I know you blame yourself for what happened last night, but you shouldn’t.”

“Quinn hurt you because he was trying to get to me. You got hurt because you were hanging around me,” Tank insisted, a little bite to their tone. 

Angel slowly turned around with the most serious face Tank had ever seen them wear. 

The look nearly scared the living shit out of the estranged shifter. 

“Let’s get something straight. I didn’t get hurt because of you. I got hurt because Quinn is an asshole that doesn’t know how to shut his fucking mouth because he has some sort of fucking narcissistic god complex and thinks he can rule your life simply because he fucking wants to,” Angel said, their words building with intense rage. They had enunciated each curse with such passion it actually startled Tank. “I’m going to say this one last time. Don’t you dare blame yourself for any of it, you hear me?”

Tank sat there, completely stunned by the outburst they had just witnessed. 

Angel turned back around and finally picked out a movie. They moved back and snuggled into Tank’s side again. They rested their head against Tank’s chest, threw a leg over one of theirs, and settled down easily. 

“You’re crazy if you thought I’d blame you for any of it. I only blame you for beating me in a game of darts after taking all those shots of whiskey,” Angel muttered jokingly. Tank chuckled a bit and shook their head in disbelief. 

They could see why David loved them so much. 

“You really are shit at darts,” Tank muttered back. Angel playfully hit Tank’s chest, letting out a laugh of their own. “You should have David teach you. He used to be pretty killer back in high school.”

Silence overtook them as the movie started to play, the sound system filling the living room regardless of how low the volume was set. Tank could have fallen asleep like that; a movie playing, Angel tucked comfortably into their side, and the room being warm thanks to the sun peeking through some of the curtains. But Tank didn’t get to fall asleep just yet. Angel made sure of that by changing the fate of their closing eyes. 

“You know, there was one thing from last night that kind of made me smile,” Angel said, glancing up at them for a moment. “You called me your saving grace.”

Tank blushed a bit and looked away from their friend as if that would tear away the awkwardness of the situation. 

“I thought it was pretty sweet. Maybe I’ve been appointed to be like your guardian angel or something,” they said, sounding completely serious about the entire thing. 

“Shush and pay attention to the movie,” Tank grumbled, feeling a little embarrassed that they had called them in their hazy blood loss daze. The little menace smiled at them and nodded their head, but Angel spoke again before either of them could focus back on the movie. 

“Hey, Tank?” 

Tank hummed the same way Angel had the night before, waiting for them to continue. 

“You know I came from an unempowered background and I’ve always been a little new to this whole empowered world thing. I know we aren’t as close as I want to be—not yet, at least—but you’ve helped me a lot with the whole… pack thing and with feeling settled in one way or another. So, in a way…”

Angel took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting their body mold comfortably to the shifter. 

“So, in a way,” they started again, sounding as if they were trying to find the words they wanted to say. And thankfully for Tank, they found them eventually. “Thanks for being my saving grace too.”

[acradelius]

Moira aftercare hcs? Please and thank you!

"Aftercare Is A Must!"

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Moira x Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW! - Just to be on the safe side.)

Warnings/Mention Of: Sex, Aftercare, Mutual Showering, Naked Cuddling, Suggestive of "Round Two"

Word Count: 622 Words

Author's Note: Y'all gotta stop making me fall into love with Moira more than I already am. Bestie gotta leave some heart room for all the other characters out there.

We all know about the thoughts of those who are associated with Moira O’Deorain within the grasp of Talon. Some consider her to be brilliant, controversial, and ambitious. Others also considered her to be abrasive, arrogant, and sometimes hostile. Yet, this was merely a fronting persona to who she was until being behind closed doors. More specifically, bedroom doors with her lover, (Y/N). 

Whether it was the normally rough housing type of intimate night, or a rare night where Moira would allow (Y/N) to pleasure her, interested in the experience when the tables were turned. Either way, when it both came to them post-orgasm, there was no denial that aftercare was a must between the both of them. 

It begins with a shared moment of silence, laying upon the now twisted up sheets, just staring into each other's gaze while brushing fingers softly against each other’s skin, brushing gently throughout each other's hair. A smile forming on Moira’s lips as (Y/N) softly laughs, slowly becoming more vocal until turning into small talk. Moira nudges the remembrance to (Y/N) that she assures any degradation was just in the moment, that she didn’t actually mean any of it, and that if it caused any offense she sincerely apologizes. 

Once gaining enough strength it becomes time to clean up: dirty linen taken off the bed and thrown into the laundry basket, then deciding whether to take a bath or a shower. Either way, they end up with both Moira and (Y/N) washing each other, soft tones echoing off the walls from the small radio that was brought in. Afterwards (Y/N) dressed within soft warm, fuzzy pajamas Moira had bought them on a trip, while Moira’s were more to her style: satin. 

Snack time and rehydration are an absolute must! Water is usually the go-to, but sometimes there are some other beverages involved afterwards, maybe something else to help relax the nerves. As for food there’s sometimes leftovers within the fridge from an earlier night out. Maybe Moira will be in the mood of creating a dish from her homeland, or willing to try a dish from (Y/N)’s own homeland. Other times it’s also raiding the cafeteria to see what had been bought, or to take other meals if feeling quite sluggish still. Don’t worry if the person finds out as they usually never figure out who actually took it or Moira takes the blame as no one will argue with her over it. 

Determining what to do afterwards is always a playful argument as sometimes there’s an idea of what to do, and sometimes there’s not. Sometimes it’s spending the rest of the night watching documentaries of some sort, or Moira reading some story to (Y/N) until they fell asleep, sometimes sneaking off back to the lab, but staying by their side for the night most of the time. 

Other times it would be Moira deciding to sip on some wine, watching you do a preferred activity: sometimes painting a picture or completing a small puzzle. There’s also been some times where there’s a decision made to walk around the base, meeting up with some of the members, such as  Sigma or even Reaper, chit chatting the night away and waking up the next morning to some rare breakfast of sorts. 

Whatever it might happen to be, whether it’s decided that the aftermath of sex and cleaning up is going to be an eventful or relaxed evening, it really doesn’t matter. Secretly, Moira will do whatever you want to do as long as she gets to be by your side. But who actually knows maybe aftercare becomes the start of another round of pleasure in bed?~

[taihjj]

Things that my non-existent s/o would do but as JJK Characters

Shoko, MeiMei, Suguru, Nanami, Maki & Yuya | Fluff

Summary: Things that my non existent lover does but make it as Jjk characters

Word count: //

Note: I always see these kinds of hc and their so ADORABLE but I got no boyfriend/girlfriend but I do have imaginations so-

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° Maki Zen'in °

She's usually the driver. So, whenever there's a chance she picks you up or just drive around. Maki wouldn't miss a best to put one free hand over your thigh and give you a coy grin, proceeding to give it a small grip. Those are the days you would actually di3💕

° Ieri Shoko °

You have a habit of leaving the dishes in the sink after eating and complain you have many to wash when it's time to cook for dinner. Lazy ass. Shoko would follow and wash your dishes for you or she would wait until you finish eating and proceed to wash them herself. You have to marry her at one point.

° MeiMei °

She's your rich s/o tbh. You don't ask for anything but you will receive splendid luxury items that costs your car and whole life i guess😔 ? She's kinda cold and y'all don't even know if she still likes you or not lol. Though, she likes it when you sit on her lap and rest while she does her work. Ngl, you feel very safe, warm, and comfortable when you're on her lap.

° Nanami Kento °

Ah yes.Yes. He's everybody's dream man. Nanami would wait for you outside your office with his big ol dilf self🤭💕 People WILL stare at him blushing and shit. When you arrive to see him, he gives you a warm and relived smile before sneaking his arms around your waist, asking how your day is. You just melt and faint I guess:))

If you meet somebody like this. That's not ur man. that's OUR man.

° Geto Suguru °

He takes you out every Saturday and doesn't miss. You both plan a picnic and buy the food beforehand. He also makes sure you wear the MOST prettiest sundress while he dress homeless. You're pissed. Anyway, he loves taking you to picnics while he rests his head in your lap and spend hours listening to you or the both of you staying silent and enjoy each other's presences.

° Yuta Okkotsu °

LITERALLY obsessed with you. Not yandere. Bro just simps like ahhhhh. He likes PDA because he just want to be close to you, he loves when you link your arms around his, makes him feel close to you. UGhh. Yuta, bro, just wants to hug you so bad. He also still blushes whenever you get close to him even tho he LOVES being close to you an PDA's.

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[pondererswandererswonders]

Bind Safely!!!

Tik Tok from e_nby

Look, y'all, I know that dysphoria, no matter how mild or severe it is, can be so so so awful, but you should never hurt or break yourself because of it. Please follow the advice that comes with binders!!

A tip about binders that I know, is that it should look like you have pecs instead of a very flat board as a chest. If you're able to get a comfortable binder that can make it look like you don't have pecs either, if that's what you're going for, then great! But don't damage yourself, and if you weren't going for a very flat chest then please look into getting the appropriate size for you.

I also recommend washing your binder with a little bit of laundry detergent, but dish soap can also be used, and make sure to wash it from the inside out. I know it says this in the tik tok but hang it up to air dry. Do not put it in a dryer! Putting your binder in the dryer can shrink it's size, which can lead to a binder that is too tight which would strain your chest, lungs, and back. Make sure to lather up your binder, and to ring out all excess water before hanging to dry. Make sure to also rinse out all of the soap/laundry detergent from your binder!

You should also never shower/bathe nor swim in a binder. Showering/bathing with a binder can be unsafe for it could strain your chest and make it harder to breathe for staying in there for long periods of time. Same with swimming in it. If your binder explicitly states that it can be used for swimming then ofc you can swim in it, but don't shower/bathe in it! Don't sleep in it either!

I should also say that even if you're amab, you should still follow these rules! I know it's always assumed that only afab people, whether or not they're trans, nonbinary, or even cis, can only wear binders but that is simply not true! You also shouldn't accidentally hurt yourself, or think you shouldn't follow these rules, which can lead you to hurt yourself, just bc you're amab. You deserve to be safely binding too, and you deserve to feel comfortable in your own skin with a binder.

Binders are for everyone. The last thing we need is for them to end up gendered.

I love you all. Bind Safely so that you can still wear one in the future! I've heard people say that they can only wear their binder(s) for less or half of the recommended 8-12 hours, because they either binded far longer than the appropriate hours, slept in their binder, exercised in their binder, or bathed in it, or all of the above, for long periods of time.

If you plan on getting top surgery not following these rules can make it harder!!

(heard that although unsafe binding, or binding in general, could make your skin lose its natural elasticity over time, it would not cause major problems with any surgical plan, though it is advised to bind less before getting the surgery)

Take the advice as shown, I want y'all to still be comfortable in the future with a binder, or if you're going to get top surgery, i want you to have the best chance of doing so!

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Hi! Can I request the aot girls + hitch and historia going out and saying "I love you" and you not saying it back? Like just how their reactions to it would be. Thanks in advance!

Damn y'all just love breaking these girls hearts LMAO alright then 😏 also sorry this took a while, I’m currently clearing out drafts LMAO -

||| AOT girls reacting to you not saying “I love you” back.

Paring: Mikasa x reader, Annie x reader, Ymir x reader, Pieck x reader, hitch x reader, historia x reader

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- Honey always says “I love you,” before going out in to town. Like ALWAYS

- so when y/n didn’t say it back it really bothered her.

“Alright honey, I’m going to go get some groceries. I’ll be back in a few dear. Keep the door locked. I love you,” Mikasa said as she threw on her coat giving you a small peck on the cheek. “Okay baby! Have a fun!” You replied, washing the dishes. At first she didn’t notice and thought you were going to say it when she was walking out, but then you didn’t. She closed the door and kind of stood there confused. So mikasa decided to go back inside, hoping you would say it back to her.

“I- uhm- forgot something one second,” she said, going into your bedroom. “Oh ok!” She grabbed a pen ( which she really didn’t need) and came out of the bedroom, hugging you from behind, “I’ll be home shortly, okay?” Mikasa said, kissing the back of your head. “Alright!” “I love you,” “see you later!” Mikasas face turned into a worried and concerned look before repeating, “I love you dear,”

“Ok!” You said. She broke the hug and looked at you, “Wait, why aren’t you saying it back?” She asked, a bit anxious. “Hm? What do you mean?”.. “You didn’t say I love you back,” she mumbled looking down at her feet. “Aww baby… I was joking mamas!” You said in a baby voice, caressing her cheek with your thumb. “Mmm..” she sighed, looking at you.

“noooo honey! Don’t be sad my baby! I love you too my sweet angel!” You finally gave in, kissing her forehead.

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-offended but zero fucks given

- pulls out a taser on you LMAO threatening for you to say it back /jk

“Baby I’m leaving to go to reiners, see you later babe, I love you,” your girlfriends voice trailed out to you. “Oh okay! Bye bye!” You said kissing her on the cheek. Zt first Annie didn't notice and only noticed when she got in the car. She was like, “wait- did y/n even say they loved me?” she thought. This extra ass got out of the car and went back to the door opening it. “Uhm I love you?” she said. “Oh okay! Bye bye!”

She looked at you as if you were nuts. She came over to you and jerked your face towards her before kissing you, “tell me you fucking love me back, ” she growled. “AAA OMG OKAY ANNIE ILY-”

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- Worried and sad

- Thinks she did something wrong to not deserve an ‘I love you’ :(

“Lovely~” Pieck said with pretty eyes as she gently kissed your cheek, “I’m going to the meeting with Reiner and Zeke, I’ll be back in a bit dear” She said calmly. “Oh alright! I’ll see you then!” You gave her a quick smile before handing her her coat, putting it on her. “Thank you my divine~!” The frizzy haired woman said, kissing you softly on the lips, cupping your face. “See you soon my love, I love you,” she looked into your eyes with a sparkle, “see you love!” You replied. She completely forgot all about the “I love you” part since she always gets one back, but as soon as she was headed out the door she stopped for a second. “Hey,” she said, turning around back to you. You looked up at Pieck from your book. “I love you,” she smiled. “Okay, I’ll see you when you get back” you returned the smile. Pieck oddly just stood there, contemplating what to do. “Honey,” The titan asked. “Do.. you love me back..?” She said with worrying eyes. You had to drop the act and bursted out laughing, “oh my god Pieck baby of course!” You rushed over to her, kissing her lips once again, “I’m messing with you! Porco told me to try it! <3” you explained, comforting her. “You-“ the woman pouted, “you are going to put me in a early grave >:(“

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- same with annie

- offended ASFFFF

She was about to go take your guys dog to the vet for a checkup as she kissed you quickly on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon mamas~” she said, kissing you. “I love you~” she said, wrapping her arms around you. “Okay! See you later babe!” You said, staring at your phone. She gave you another kiss before looking at you crazy. “Oi,” she said grabbing your phone and placing it down, “give me a kiss and tell me you love me, I’m not leaving until you do dumbass,” she flicked at your forehead. You rubbed your head with your hand as you replied “ow okay!” Giggling. “I love you tooo <3” you said sweetly, back at her, giving her a small peck on her cheek. “Oh come on y/n that was shit, do it again,” she said rudely. “Oh my god you are so needy!” You said kissing her again, “I love you,”

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- Sad ;( and confused

- she doesn’t know what she did wrong

Right as she was going to make a speech in one of the towns of Sina, she quickly kissed you, and let her keep some of her clothes so that you wouldn’t be lonely for the next 3 days. Since the ride on horse out there doesn’t take long, she also has paperwork to do, which would decline her ability to get back home. Reports to study, decisions to make all felt a bit to much for the girl whose name was claimed to be krista. “Darling, I’ll be back in a few days,” the blonde said, putting up her hair neatly in a bun, “I’ve got guards for you, so if you need something or need to go somewhere, make sure to tell them,” she said, turning towards you, “alright sweetheart?” She smiled at you. “Okay baby” you returned the smile as she grabbed her bag and gave you a kiss on the cheek and then another one on the face. “I’ll be back as fast as I can, please stay safe my love,” Historia instructed. “I will hisu, the same goes to you my queen,” You giggled. “I love you darling, see you soon,” “alrighty! Bye bye!” You waved to her as she headed out the door. As soon as historia closed the bedroom door she paused, ‘wait, why didn’t y/n say she loves me?’ She questioned. The blonde haired woman turned around, leaving her bag outside the door and opened it again, peeping her head in. “Baby,” she said, “hm?” You replied. “I love you” she repeated. “Okay, bye bye!” She stood there a bit confused, before walking inside the bedroom again. “Can you say it back?” Historia worryingly asked, hesitant. “Oh my walls,” you giggled rushing over to Historia, “I love you, more than anything tori” you blushed. “I was only messing around my queen, you know I truly care deeply about you,” You kissed her soft lips as she grabbed your waist. “I can’t wait to see you again” Hisu confessed, “stay safe, Princess

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-PLS PULLS OUT A TAZERRR-

- “Excuse me” *zap* “you better say it back”

Hitch put on her red silk dress, admiring herself in the mirror as you walked in, “Heyyy bae” she drug out her sentenced, “what you been up to?” You laid down on her bunk bed, looking at the girl, “nothing what about you love?” You replied, curious, “I’m going out tonight, there’s a party at Ashton’s you should totally come!” Hitch said. You shook your head and sighed, “hitch, how many times do I have to remind you I’m not into that stuff?” The woman let out a grunt, “well come on babe! It’ll be fun! I promise,” You looked her up and down as she grabbed her bag, “You sure you don’t want to come?” Hitch asked, you shook your head. “Alrighty then I’m off y/n,” She gave you a kiss before walking out the door, “I love you sweetie I’ll be back soon,”. “Have fun,” you smiled. There was an awkward silence between you two as she looked at you confused. “I love you?” She repeated, “okay hitchy have a good time,” you smiled. “Uh uh,” she shook her head digging through her purse before pulling out a WHOLE FUCKING TAZER- “you say you love me right now or else I’m smashing your car windows,” she said. “OH MY GOD HITCH ITS A JOKE-“ You said worried for your life. “I LOVE YOU DAMN-“ the woman put away the pink tazer before kissing you on the cheek. “Good! I love you too!”

I didn’t do a yelena one because she’d kill you if you did that LMAOAOAHA

[rilakiwii]

- cute dates with nct

part2; nct dream version

(this is a second part to this post which contains nct127 members; I decided to include Mark and Haechan in this post too despite them being in the last one!)

- - - - ——— jeno

꒰ long biking trip

꒰ you two would pack lots of snacks but mainly drinks! after all, staying hydrated is super important while biking

꒰ you'd also prepare spotify playlist together just for this occasion and listen to it during the trip

꒰ the route you took was also thought of before with lots of beautiful views

꒰ although Jeno would argue you were the most beautiful one...

꒰ ANYWAY, your calm trip was interrupted by rock that 'attacked' you and made you fall off your your bike

꒰ your scrapped knee almost gave Jeno a heart attack; he immediately told you to sit somewhere safe while he quickly found a store and bought cute band aids

꒰ 'okay, so which one would you like more? the one with dinosaurs or the one with hello kitty?'

'both are okay with me if you kiss it better after'

'oh... sure hah'

꒰ despite the small accident, you finished the trip with big smiles and hot cheeks

- - - - ——— chenle

꒰ discovering street food together

꒰ having light breakfast so you'll have lots of appetite later

꒰ definitely holding hands for 'safety reasons' but let's be honest, you guys just wanted to do that

꒰ I feel like he'd be good at getting discounts/bonuses from sellers

꒰ he's just so cute; all he need is to show his puppy eyes once and everyone is swooing over him (you included!)

꒰ 'is it spicy?'

'I tried it and I don't think so honestly, it's not that spicy'

'...oh my, it's super spicy!'

'I'm sorry! here, have a drink!'

꒰ you two also take notes in your head to try and later remake the dishes

꒰ taking some takeout as well to leave for later/give to your friends

꒰ you two would also have a little map with your favorite food stalls marked

- - - - ——— mark

꒰ chill, beach day

꒰ getting big and soft blanket to sit on; it probably has a cute print too

꒰ also, our man would never judge you in a swimsuit; he would do quite the contrary, extremely hype you up whatever you choose to wear

꒰ you'd have timer set up to make sure you always have good amount of sunscreen

꒰ he'd buy you as much ice cream as you'd like (and other snacks too)

꒰ having fights in water as if your life depends on it

꒰ sand castle competition is a must!

꒰ 'come on, my castle has a moat!'

'so what? mine has bascule bridge'

'are you kidding me? the bridge isn't even moving'

'I'm still working on it...'

꒰ the prize is... a kiss- which is basically a reward for both of you!

- - - - ——— jaemin

꒰ spa day at home

꒰ suddenly, your home changes into an oasis of calmness and relaxation

꒰ you can definitely expect a nice bath with roses to chill out in (or just a sweet bouquet of roses if you don't like long baths)

꒰ you'd try homemade face masks but end up messing something up-

꒰ so in the end, you'd use sheet masks with adorable animal print on it

꒰ 'I want the cat one!'

'oh no, I wanted this one...'

'mhh okay, I'll take the bunny one then'

꒰ he'd also get you some cucumber slices for your eyes

꒰ snacking on tasty strawberries while waiting to take off face masks

꒰ he'd probably give you awesome massage later too

- - - - ——— haechan

꒰ board/card game night

꒰ the competitive genes in you both would 100% wake up that night

꒰ chaotic play fights are normal for you two while playing

꒰ 'don't even try to take that spot-'

'ha, too late, this one is mine now!'

'you little, mean fox!'

'uuu are you going to cry?'

'I'm going to kick your ass in the next round!'

꒰ no one wants to play Monopoly with you anymore; y'all are too good! (or way too competitive...)

꒰ the moment cards get pulled up, you two instantly change into professional players

꒰ lowkey gambling but instead of money, you two gamble kisses-

꒰ so despite all the fighting, it ends up sweet

꒰ and you both always know when it's 'too much', never going overboard and saying sorry as soon as someone's get really upset

- - - - ——— renjun

꒰ grocery shopping together

꒰ making a list before the little trip

꒰ he'd probably let you ride in the cart and push you around the store

꒰ playing 'rock, paper, scissors' everytime you can't decide on a flavor/a variant of something

꒰ 'oh my, I want the cereal box with Cinnamoroll on it!'

'Chococat is so much cuter though'

'whaaat? let's play and whoever wins gets to pick the box'

'I'll definitely win so yeah, sure!'

꒰ spending way too long in the fruit aisle picking perfect ones

꒰ you'd take cute photos of tv's with live feed of security cameras (the ones that sometimes are next to the entrance/exit)

꒰ you'd probably use coupons if possible; I mean, who doesn't like to save some money here and there?

꒰ he'd have a perfect and 'rehearsed' of packing (drinks first, then boxes, veggies at the top etc.)

- - - - ——— jisung

꒰ apple-picking date (or pumpkin-picking, or cherry-picking, basically whatever you like)

꒰ having at least two photo sessions (one at the start and one during golden hour)

꒰ 'sneaking' in a bottle of warm tea/coffee in case it gets colder outside; you'd probably have a small blanket there too

꒰ taking small breaks and snacking on the fruits you picked

꒰ also, if it gets cold, you two would hug while being surrounded by your blanket

꒰ Jisung would be super scared whenever you'd climb the ladder

꒰ 'are you sure you want to do this?'

'hey, I'm careful! also, if you are that worried, you can hold the ladder and make sure it's secure'

'...okay, I promise to keep you safe'

꒰ after coming back home, you two would bake a tasty cake with everything you picked up earlier

꒰ it's even tastier after all the hard work you both did!

lots of love, rosie ♡