#I HAVE ONE IN THE MIND BUT I GUESS NOT HERE????

[forever-rogue]

Salty

AN | Hello, as you all know Joel is alive and well and there are shenanigans afoot in Jackson. Enjoy💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader 

Warnings | Language 

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Joel, Main 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You loved Joel.

Joel loved you (you hoped anyway) and Ellie.

Ellie hated you.

After just over half a year in Jackson, you had finally put two and two together. All those little things you’d thought were accidents or odd coincidences weren't that at all.

Everything came down to one Ellie Williams. And that led to you making a decision you immediately hated.

“I don’t think we… should spend time together anymore.” The lump in your throat was thick, and you focused your attention on the vegetables you were tending, refusing to look at the man. You’d rehearsed this very moment in your head about two hundred times, and still, it wasn’t going to plan. Sigh.

The man next to you was silent for a few beats, trying to decide if you were being serious. When you didn’t say anything further but he heard your sniffle, he realized this wasn’t a joke at all.

“Oh? And just how did you reach that conclusion, darlin’?”

“I just… I dunno, Joel. It just seems like the right thing to do.” You shrugged, adding the carrots you'd unearthed into the basket between the two of you. “I don’t… I don’t want you to get the wrong idea and think I’m… interested.”

A heavy silence fell over you; you tried to continue working, but Joel remained dumbfounded, watching your every move.

“Okay,” he eventually said, causing you to relax slightly. “I’ll do as you ask and respect your wishes and all that. You gonna tell me what changed suddenly?”

“Nothing,” you lied. You’d thought about telling him the truth but highly doubted he’d believe you. He’d never think his baby girl would do something so downright vicious. “It’s just… what I want.”

“Alright.” He stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans, capturing your attention. “I’ll leave you to it. I think you can handle it from here, right? I wouldn’t want to get the wrong idea.”

“Joel—” His name came out as a huff, but before you could get any further, he had already walked away.

You watched after him until he was out of your sight before hastily wiping at the tears rolling down your cheeks. This hurt even worse than you had anticipated. Ellie would probably leave you alone now that you weren’t pursuing her dad or trying to take him away from her.

“I guess it’s just you and me again.” You pulled a few more carrots out of the dirt and tossed them to the side. You were going to need a new hobby to occupy your mind.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The first time something strange had happened, you had been baking a cake for Joel's birthday. You were in the restaurant kitchen, having talked Seth into letting you use the space to keep your plans secret.

You were almost done mixing the dry ingredients when you couldn’t find the sugar.

“Where is it…” You looked through cabinets, sure you’d seen the container at some point. Without sugar, you definitely weren’t going to finish this cake.

“Looking for this?” There was a smile on Ellie’s face as she set an unlabeled bag down next to your bowl. You relaxed and nodded. “Sorry, I was using it earlier. Totally forgot to put it back.”

“No worries at all,” you said, grabbing the measuring cup and adding the sugar to your bowl. “I was starting to worry I’d imagined it.”

“Hmm.” Ellie watched you work in silence for a few minutes. “What’s this for?”

“I’m making a cake… for Joel.” Your face warmed as a flash of annoyance shot across hers. She was well aware of what you were doing, having overheard you talking to Tommy. “I figured it’d be something nice for him.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” she smiled. “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“I hope so,” you agreed.

Unfortunately, fortune seemed determined to make a fool of you.

You’d stopped at Joel’s house to deliver the cake, wanting to make it casual.

“Happy birthday,” you sang, holding up the cake with an eager look. Your heart beat nervously as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “It’s not much, but I hope you like it.”

“It’s amazing,” he whispered, heart constricting at the sweet gesture. It had been a long time since someone had baked him a birthday cake. “C’mon in. We can cut right into it.”

“Oh,” you smiled shyly, finding it hard to meet his eyes. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re always welcome here,” he said, firm but still soft. “And I insist.”

“Okay.” You followed him inside, setting the cake on the table. Joel grabbed a couple of forks, plates, and a knife. “Is Ellie here? Should we cut some for her?”

“She’s off at Dina’s,” he shook his head. “It’s just us.”

“Well here, let me.” You cut into the cake, placing large slices on each plate. You sat down across from him, pushing a plate toward him. “Happy birthday, Joel.”

“It certainly is now.” You tried not to freak out as you took a bite. Joel did the same.

As soon as you started chewing, you realized it tasted… terrible. Gritty and salty. Anything but sweet and decadent. You reluctantly swallowed and cast a forlorn look at Joel, who was clearly trying to school his expression.

“This is disgusting,” you said, horrified. “I—I must’ve added salt instead of sugar. Fuck. I should’ve paid more attention, but I thought… Ellie handed me the sugar.”

“It’s…” Joel, bless his heart, tried to make it seem better than it was.

“Terrible,” you insisted, trying not to cry. “I’m so sorry. I ruined it all.”

“It’s not… the worst thing ever.”

“Joel.”

“It’s pretty bad,” he admitted with a grimace, “but it’s the thought. Even if that’s cliché.”

“Well,” you sighed with a grimace, “maybe next time will be better.”

Joel reached across the table and placed his hand on top of yours. His touch made your stomach flip. “It’s okay, really. Thank you for this.”

“Happy birthday,” you whispered. Your face was warm, and you swore you saw a light blush on his cheeks.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The second time you were sure that you had bad luck. Everyone has bad luck sometimes, right?

It was spring, finally warm enough not to require multiple layers. There was a barbecue going on, and Joel had asked if you wanted to go with him. He hadn’t said it was a date—but he hadn’t not.

You’d put on a sundress, feeling prettier than you had in a long time.

But as you walked to Joel’s house, something slippery on the porch made you slide off and into a lingering patch of mud.

A scream escaped your lips. You weren’t hurt—just covered in mud from head to toe. Your shoes had fallen off. Tears of frustration fell down your face, which only smeared the muck.

“Are you okay?” Joel ran outside, worried. When he saw what had happened, he had to fight a smile. He was glad you weren’t hurt—but it was a little funny. You let out a frustrated huff. He stepped off the porch and held out his hand. “Oh, darlin’.”

Just as you reached for him, he slipped and landed next to you. His surprised face made you giggle. Reaching over to wipe a spot off his cheek, you shook your head.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiled. “I’d say we make a fine pair.”

“Unfortunately, I think we’ll have to clean up and change before we do anything,” you teased. Joel looked at you with nothing short of fondness. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“No reason,” he said, leaning in. You leaned in too. “I’m just thinking I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

“Oh?” You were ready to finally close the gap when the front door burst open.

“Hey!” Ellie’s voice made you both jump apart. “What happened?”

“Slipped and fell,” you both said in unison.

“You should be more careful,” she said directly to you, brown eyes hard. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen.”

Then she turned and went back inside. A shiver ran down your spine.

“C’mon.” Joel got to his feet and helped you up. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“Thanks,” you said softly.

Something inside your stomach twisted. Something was going on.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The third time you were sure that none of the things that had been happening were accidental.

Joel had asked you on a date—made it very clear it was a date. Even though it was just Joel, you were full of butterflies.

You settled on an outfit and went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Everything needed to be perfect.

Until… you tried to leave the bathroom and couldn’t. You jiggled the knob, convinced it was stuck, but after a few seconds of no success, you realized you were locked in.

You exhaled sharply, trying not to panic. This wasn’t an accident—but you weren’t in real danger either.

You banged on the door. “Ellie! Let me out! Please let me out!”

No response. But you thought you heard creaking down the hall. She wasn’t coming back.

You sat on the toilet, head in your hands. This was the worst. All you had wanted was a date with Joel. You couldn’t even have that.

Eventually, you pried open the bathroom window, grateful you lived in a one-story house. You squeezed out and fell a few feet onto the hard ground with a small oof.

Brushing yourself off, you made your way to Joel’s house, ready to set things straight.

Only one light was on. He wasn’t home. Your heart sank.

You knocked loudly. “Ellie!”

After a moment, the door flew open. She stood there, surprised. You laughed bitterly. “Surprised to see me?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Cut the shit,” you snapped, tears pricking at the back of your eyes. “Why have you been doing this to me? And don’t even try to lie—I know it’s been you.”

“I…” She didn’t even bother to lie. “Stay away from Joel. He doesn’t need you. We’re fine without you.”

“Is that what this is about? Me and Joel? Why does it—”

“He doesn’t need you,” she hissed. “Stay away from my dad.”

The door slammed in your face.

You stood there, stunned.

After a few moments, you trudged home, your heart heavy, when you heard your name being called. You turned to see Joel catching up.

“Hey,” he said, falling into step beside you. “What happened? I waited for over an hour, then went to check if you’d gone to—”

“I was locked in my bathroom.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. Joel stared at you, waiting for a punchline. But then he saw your expression—serious.

“I’m sorry, Joel. I didn’t mean to stand you up. I was really looking forward to tonight.”

“How did you…”

“Weird accident.”

“Is everything okay?” he asked, stopping and gently grabbing your wrist. You turned to face him, fighting back tears. He touched your cheek.

“Things have been a little… off lately.”

“Guess I’m just having a spot of bad luck,” you shrugged, refusing to say the real reason. As angry as you were with Ellie, you understood. Joel was her stability—and in her mind, you were a threat.

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Okay,” he said quietly. “Did you still want to grab dinner?”

“Actually, I kind of just want to go home.” You hated the way hope faded from his face.

“I’ll see you around, Joel. Have a good night.”

“Good night.” He gave your hand a squeeze but watched you walk away, his heart heavy.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Two weeks passed.

You caught glimpses of Joel, but that was it. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

You missed him.

One night, as you were getting ready for bed, a knock came at your door. You almost ignored it—but you knew better. No one in Jackson would let you live it down.

With a sigh, you trudged to the door, already annoyed.

“What?” you asked before even looking—only to find Joel standing there, a bemused smile on his face.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. “What are you doing here?”

“I think we should talk.” You swallowed thickly. “Can I come in?”

“Y-yeah.” You stepped aside and led him into the living room. You sat across the couch from him. “What’s up?”

“Ellie told me what happened,” he said. Your shock was evident. “She explained what she did.”

“Oh.”

“She said she hated seeing me so miserable all the time,” he continued, and you realized you weren’t the only one hurting. “She said she felt some remorse.”

“I don’t… I do blame her—because she did those things. But I can understand where she’s coming from.” You shrugged. “She’s trying to protect you. You’re her family. She doesn’t want to lose you. It’s her way of showing love. I can’t fault her for that.”

“I know,” he said. “She told me everything. But it doesn’t make what she did right. You could’ve been seriously hurt. I told her that no matter what happened between us, my love for her wouldn’t change.”

“Of course not.”

“But tell me… were you really ready to never speak to me again?”

“I mean… I wouldn’t be happy about it.” Your face flushed and you couldn’t meet his eyes. “But if that was best for everyone…”

“Do you really think that would’ve been best?”

“Well… no. Now it seems trivial.” You met his honeyed gaze—reverent, gentle. “I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He scooted closer. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. “You still want me to stay away?”

“I’m kind of thinking I want you to finally kiss me.”

You didn’t know where the boldness came from, but it had been long enough.

“Is that so?”

“It is—”

Joel kissed you gently, cutting you off. It caught you off guard—but it was perfect.

“Yeah?” His hand was on your cheek, thumb stroking your skin.

“Again?” Your soft request made him chuckle. “Please?”

And he didn’t waste any time.

He kissed you again.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Lucky to have just finished up with all the "dental work" that needed doin' in my long-neglected mouth. For free, as part of Medi-Cal/MediCare.

The last time I got a crown at a "regular dentist" in 2010, I had to pay $2,800 for it, and had to wait two months to get it. They just got done replacing all four crowns on the teeth I have left. For free. And each only took two weeks to design and make in-house. Every one of the crowns they made fits and looks better than the ones they replaced, some of which had metal cores that were only coated, one going all the way back 30 years.

Things have evidently progressed greatly in the last 15 years...the Xray thing is no longer a machine as big as the room, and cardboard thing you bite. Now it's a small hand-held thing that looks like a miniature cop radar gun, and you bite a plastic doo-dad, and the thing comes up on the computer screen almost instantly. Progress.

But here's the deal: Years of neglect and abject depression take their toll on how often you do all the things they tell you to do daily if you want to keep your teeth.

Sometimes you can look up through the greyness and realize it's been weeks since you even thought about it. You have to admit it's low on the priority list when you're close to ending it all.

So it's hard to get back into "proper tooth/mouth care" after a lifetime of sporadic "only go to the dentist when something's wrong" care.

I haven't missed an appointment since this round of work started, and they were able to complete it all within a year. They told me what they needed to do, made the plan, and did it.

But I still have a hard time being motivated to brush my teeth. After the years of depression, my monkey-mind still tells me it's not necessary and it's bullshit.

But, I'm makin' a stab at it. Starting to use Fluoride toothpaste was a big concession from me, I've avoided it until now. And the whole floss thing...I have never done it. Ever. If something got stuck, there's toothpicks. But I'm trying to make myself do it every night before bed now. It's not a "natural" thing to me. Baby steps, I guess.

its crazy how teeth problems can fucking kill you and not only are dental services not free they cost a ludicrous amount and require an entirely different type of insurance than the rest of ur body. aside from the eyes, of course, which need a third type of insurance. What are we even doing man

[enwoso]

lovin' red | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

there is still a part four to come from weight of world but i wanted to put this little one out before it wasn’t relevant anymore:)

grumpy masterlist

the emirates was a wall of noise. the crowd was still roaring, still chanting, still very much in love with the the team, as even after a bit of a ropey season and amongst the doubt they'd finished second in the league - cementing that with a win over manchester united.

golden boot under her arm, alessia strolled with leah, her girlfriend and teammate, hands brushing. but their attention was on a small blur sprinting ahead of them.

"Y/N mind the cameras!" leah called out with a laugh. there being many reporters and media staff all with cameras you not having the best sense of direction (something you definitely got from your mum) 

but you weren't listening — you had locked eyes on your target. "AUNTIE ELLA!" you yelled, a wide grin on your face.

ella turning around a second too late as she was tackled by the flying bundle of your blonde curls and arsenal red. the manchester player staggering a bit but caught herself in time, lifting you up in a spin. "there's my favorite little russo," ella grinned.

you wrapped your arms around her neck like a koala. "you came!"

"of course i did," ella laughed slightly as she held you in her arms. "wouldn't of missed it. even if your mummy did thump us."

you blinked, playing with the collar of the blue away shirt that ella was wearing before a tiny gasp came from your lips. "did you see mummy got the shiny boot."

"i did see! a big golden shoe. it's very fancy."

"i helped," you said so proudly and matter of the factly. "i told her to score more goals and also did the lucky dances."

"oh! the lucky dances, of course," ella said, nodding gravely having seen a few from videos and england camps. "those are world famous by now."

"they are," you confirmed not really understand what the word famous meant, before narrowing your eyes slightly. "you sad you didn't win?"

ella shrugged, lips tugging up. "a little bit, but that's football innit. but i'm also proud of your mummy. and proud of you. you've been the real booster this season.”

and just then, alessia jogged up behind them, flushed from the walk, still riding the adrenaline. "thought you two might be together. you trying to kidnap my daughter again?"

"hey, little russo here is just spending time with her favourite auntie ella!" ella said innocently with a wide grin, still holding you.

"good job your her only auntie ella then," alessia teased, stepping closer. then there was a pause. something warmer passed between the two former teammates.

"you were class today, less," ella said, sincere now. "golden boot... you've made it look easy all season long."

alessia's smile softened. "thanks, tooney. never easy though you know that. but it meant a lot."

they bumped shoulders lightly, not needing much more than that — a shared history tucked into one glance. they'd always be the bestest of friends. for life.

"right," ella said, kissing your cheek. "go on, your mummy's got a stadium to conquer and i've got a shower callin' my name!"

you reached for alessia not before giving your auntie ella one last hug and getting scooped back into your mummy's arms as the two of you wandered down the pitch.

ahead, you spotted renee talking with a few teammates near the center circle. your eyes lighting up again. "mummy! quick. put me down!" you squirmed.

"you're gonna give someone whiplash," alessia muttered, but she obliged. lifting you down and before she even had a moment to blink you were darting across the grass and straight into renee.

"THANK YOU!" you shouted, throwing your arms around her.

renee staggered. "whoa—hey tiny! uh—thank you?" before the dutch coach knelt down, a little thrown. "but what for?"

you looked up seriously as if the answer was obvious. "for being cool."

renee blinked slightly confused. "i—well... thanks. i guess?"

you nodded, matter-of-fact. "you always give me fist bumps and you always say hi and you don't tell me off for running too fast."

"right," renee laughed, ruffling your hair a little. "well, you're welcome,, for all of that." behind the two of you, the arsenal girls had stopped to watch, arms crossed, grinning.

"think tiny is more popular than us at this point," caitlin whispered, a wide smile on her face as they continued to walk.

beth grinned. "oh for sure, she’s definitely got better pr."

you waved at the group like she was on a float, then spotted someone else and took off again. "CHLOE! LOLO!”

chloe turned, instantly catching on after a few more yells from you. "let me guess. another hug?”

"yes and no," you said, stopping dramatically in front of the chloe, scott chloe’s boyfriend standing nearby. "you have to stay lolo."

"stay?" chloe blinked a small chuckle from scott coming from behind. "with arsenal?"

"yes," you said, arms crossed as if you were able to control chloe’s future at the club. "i told mummy that you’re not allowed to leave."

chloe crouched down to your level, amused. "did you now?"

"i did," you replied you bottom lip wobbling slightly. "c-cause if you leave, who's gonna dance with me?"

beth snorted behind them along with a few others watching on. "she’s got your number, chloe."

chloe tilted her head thoughtfully. "that is a very strong argument."

"very very strong," you nodded. "you do the spin lifts. no one else does the spin lifts."

"true," chloe admitted. "but sometimes football changes. transfers, contracts..." you looked up at the blonde very unimpressed and slightly confused by the big words.

chloe sighed, not wanting to put a dampener on the already great day. "okay, okay. if i go, i promise i’ll fly back every weekend just to dance."

"you better." you paused, then offered her hand. "we do one now?"

chloe took it with a wink. "thought you'd never ask kiddo."

as the crowd roared and the players laughed, you and chloe spun in the middle of the emirates — like it was a stage built just for them.

a little off to the side, alessia and leah sat watching, arms around each other, boots laying next to them as they’d walked around in just socks along the turf which had carried them through the highs and heartbreaks of the season.

"look at her," alessia murmured, eyes soft as she watched you twirl with wild, fearless joy.

"she’s stolen the whole show," leah said, squeezing alessia’s waist.

"she’s picking up your attitude," alessia said, nudging leah slightly as she smirked. “and your cheek." the two of them bursting into laughter, leaning into each other, heads touching lightly.

"you’ve done it, less," leah whispered after a moment, voice quieter now. "golden boot. the perfect season. you’ve gave her something to remember forever."

alessia looked down at the trophy in her hands, then back at you, spinning and beaming under stadium lights. before she turned toward leah, eyes glowing. "so did you," alessia said. "we did it together."

leah kissed her then — soft and sure, in front of their team, their fans, and the daughter who made the whole world feel like home.

as the music faded into the hum of the crowd, you came running back over, breathless, cheeks flushed pink with joy.

"mummy! mama!" you shouted, barreling into both of them with a big squeal.

leah crouched first, scooping her up as alessia wrapped her arms around both you and leah. "you were having fun out there" alessia said, brushing your hair back from your slightly sweaty forehead.

"i know," you grinned, chest puffed out. "lolo says i’m a natural."

leah smirked. "we might have to get you an agent."

you wiggled between them, arms tight around their necks. "you both won today."

alessia blinked. "what do you mean?"

you pulled back slightly, looking serious. "you won your trophy, and mama won 'cause she's bossy. but i won 'cause i’ve got you two."

alessia melted instantly a pout forming on her lips as she could feel the tears building up in her eyes. leah went completely still for a beat — then tugged you in tighter.

"alright," leah whispered. "you’re definitely staying up late now."

"hot chocolate?" you asked, a cheeky smile on your face. "with marshmallows," alessia added.

"and a movie."

"deal."

the three of you sat there a moment longer — tangled together in the heart of the pitch, framed by confetti and floodlights and the fading hum of celebration.

three hearts, one family.

and as you looked up at the two women who were your whole world, you didn't care about trophies or titles.

you already had everything you’d ever need.

and under the hot sun of the emirates, with laughter in the air and trophies in hands, you all stood — family, and something even better: home.

[butyoudidthis4what]

Teaser for No Man's Land Part 3

HELLO!

My ADHD really ADHDed and today while I was looking back for continuity purposes I read the part of No Man's Land Part 3 that I was going to use for the little teaser/spoiler and realized I totally fucking spaced actually posting it. I'm so sorry!!!

Here she is now though! I have not proofread/edited at all. If you see the West Wing reference, thank you.

I know the wait for Part 3 has been long and I'm so sorry, I am really trying to have it out sometime Tuesday night, maybe Wednesday, and then I will start Quiet Part 2. Thank you guys so much for your patience and support, it truly means the world to me and gives me so much inspiration and motivation! I promise I am working hard to get it all out!

If you haven't read Parts 1 and 2 but would like to you can find Part 1 here and Part 2 here. I will post the entire bit under the cut! I'm not going to tag since this is just a small teaser/spoiler.

I like how he looks from behind:

It comes up fairly early on, while you and Jack are both still at home and chatting about wedding stuff one night. You’re on the couch with your head in Jack’s lap, attention split between the show you put on TV, listening to Jack think out loud while he does the crossword and scrolling Pinterest.

“Four words lead to this declaration.” Jack has the crossword on the armrest of the couch, his left hand intermittently resting gently on the side of your neck, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, or on your arm. He clicks his pen in thought. Because of course he does the crossword in pen. “Three letters. Nothing filled in.” You hum in acknowledgment at him, your way of saying you’ll think.

 “Pennsylvania recognizes self-uniting marriages. We could just marry ourselves,” you suggest.

“We could, yeah.” You turn your head and look up at Jack after he says it. There’s something on his mind. “Five letter word for blowhard.”

“Storm,” you both say at the same time, share a little laugh about it. You sit up and Jack makes a little noise of discontent. 

“I’m staying right here, don’t worry,” you tell him as you curl up next to him and wrap your arms around his left upper arm. “You don’t want that.” It’s half question half sentence. You’re trying to give him the space and opportunity to say what he’s thinking about who he’d like to marry you. 

“I, no. It’s not that I don’t want that or that I wouldn’t love that.” He shakes his head.

You give him a second. “But you’d prefer something else? Someone else?” An imperceptible nod. 

“It’s going to sound stupid.” 

“I sincerely doubt that.” You give him an encouraging smile.

Jack clicks his pen a couple of times before turning to really look at you. “I was thinking, what if we asked Robby? I know he’d have to do the whole getting ordained online thing, but…” Jack trails off for a second. “He just, before you, before I had you, Michael saved my life more than once. Metaphorically speaking. And he’s saved your life. Literally. And he’s my best friend and I don’t know. It just felt like maybe it was right.”

A slow smile pulls up on your face, all gooey and in love. “I think that feels perfect.”

“Really?” Jack raises his eyebrows at you. He’s not really shocked per se, it’s just one of those moments where it falls out of his mouth. 

“Really.” You nod. “I know how much he means to you. He means a lot to me too. You know the whole saving my life thing.” You lean in and give Jack a kiss on the cheek. 

“Okay,” Jack nods with you. “We’ll have to find a time to ask him, decide how I guess.”

“I have confidence that we will figure it out. We have time.” You squeeze Jack’s arm and then pull away, start to go back to the position you were in. 

“I do,” you say as you settle your head back on Jack’s lap.  

“A little premature, but I love to hear it.” Jack smirks at you as you look up at him. 

“The crossword clue.” You playfully roll your eyes at him. “Four words lead to this declaration. The answer is I do. The four words are ‘will you marry me.’”

You end up deciding to do it at the Pitt one day. 

You considered planning it and asking to do dinner and make it a thing but that all felt a little too formal and almost pretentious. It didn’t fit. Doing it on the fly while he was working felt right. 

“Can we talk to you?” Jack asks Robby, you standing next to him holding his hand. Jack just finished his day shift at eleven thirty in the evening, had you come to the hospital around seven just in case he got off on time. You chilled in the break room the last four and half or so hours, chatting with people as they came and went. 

Robby looks between the two of you. “This feels ominous.” 

“Yes or no question Michael.” Jack deadpans. 

“Jack!” You chide him a little, but your smirk belies you.

“I’m sorry,” Jack mutters, “can we please talk to you?”

Robby rolls his eyes at Jack calling him by his real name. “Yes. I suppose you can.” 

“Thanks Robby!” You smile at him. 

Robby thinks it’s odd. You seem almost nervous and so does Jack, but Jack is harder to read at the moment. The shift he just finished was the last on his run and he didn’t get off within four hours of when he was supposed to a single one of those three shifts. Plus this shift was particularly trying. Between all of that and him still adjusting to being back he’s exhausted. It makes him even harder than usual to read.

“In here,” Jack nods, opens the door to the family room. 

“Okay, you guys are kind of freaking me out because this is ominous and now you’re taking me into a room where we tell family members their loved ones have died.” 

“It’s not bad, I promise.” You try to smile at him reassuringly. Robby nods at you like he doesn’t quite believe you as he sits down in one of the chairs, you and Jack taking the two across from him. 

“So.” You clear your throat. “Obviously you know we’re getting married.” You hold up your left hand and flash the ring at him, which pulls a little smile from Robby. 

“Robby,” Jack starts. But he stops. He looks emotional, like this is a hard conversation to have but not because it’s bad but because it means something. Jack takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Michael,” he starts again, earning a slight eyebrow raise from Robby because of the tone, “we were wondering if you would consider getting ordained and officiating our wedding. If you, if you’d marry us?”

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[kizusof]

Jealousy

— anaxagoras x reader

Anaxagoras isn’t easily jealous. He’s confident in you—he knows you won’t leave him. But still, a tinge of doubt lingers. You’ve been talking to this friend of yours more often than he’d like. You even consider him one of your closest friends. And it’s eating him alive. Like a worm gnawing at his insides, leaving him hollow. He’s afraid of losing you.

So when you came home after having dinner with your friends and started looking through the pictures you took, he immediately grabbed your phone.

“So, he’s here as well…” he muttered under his breath.

“Hey. Give me back my phone…” He returned it to you and walked away. You swear you saw a look of distaste cross his face. He was frowning—upset.

“My love?” you called out softly. “You can tell me if something is upsetting you.”

He hummed in response, not looking at you, pretending to be distracted by the papers of research in front of him as he sat on his chair.

You honestly didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to push him into saying something he wasn’t ready to share. But it was rare to see him like this.

"Anaxa, my dear." you walk up to him and hugged him from behind.

"im fine," his replied but his voice betraying him, instead of sounding soft, it was more defensive. Anaxagoras was conflicted. He wanted to push you away—because he was afraid that he'd lose you. It's ironic.

You sighed. “I won’t force you, but just know I’m here.” You pressed a few gentle kisses to his neck before letting your arms fall to your sides.

“I don’t like your friend. He leaves a bitter feeling.” You were confused, to say the least. Anaxagoras had never shown dislike for any of your friends… right? Had he hinted at something before? Thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to recall any moments where this could’ve come up. Before you could ask who he was talking about, he spoke the name of one of your closest friends.

“Ah… but… my love, what’s the issue?” you asked, still puzzled.

“It's… nothing. He just frustrates me.”

You fell silent, thinking again. You decided to guess until you figured it out.

“Did he… do something bad?” He shook his head.

“Did you two fight?” He shook his head.

“Do you think he’s annoying?” He shook his head.

“Are you jealous or something?”

He didn’t shake his head. He didn’t deny it.

“Wait… really?”

“I didn’t confirm if your theory was true or not.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t laugh,” he huffed, looking genuinely offended that you found his frustration funny.

“It’s just that… he’s nothing compared to you, love. You must understand—this is shocking to me.”

He sighed, feeling a little relieved by your words.

“He’s a friend, and it’ll stay that way forever. My eyes are only on you, and only you, dear.”

“I… know that. I just can’t help it.”

He felt a little embarrassed—but more than anything, he was just glad that the weight in his chest had begun to ease.

a/n : im genuinely obsessed with jealous fics bai

[jollyhunter]

Finally I get to react to this lovely review 🧡

This description of period pain is the best. I gotta say - you know what the one benefit of having a baby is? No period. And sometimes it takes even looonnger after. And okay pain, sure, but you forget that, and yes, bleeding once the birth is done, but you have the excuse to wear nappies and use ice packs for your hoohaa and, and, people give you sympathy lol - sorry, tmi… 😂

ice packs for your hoohaa?? I - I had no idea 😳 never excuse yourself for tmi, this is educational okay 😂

And excuse me miss, spoiled our self with Chuck spoilers did we? I guess it’s hard not to…

Yup, I've read it in so many fics. Just little things like "Oh for Chuck's Sake". And the first time I read it, I was VERY confused for obvious reasons but yeah, I pieced it together quickly 😂

Hahaha - I know you said you like One Piece somewhere, I’m sure we spoke about it once - do they teach kids that in the ahow/manga? I’ve only ever seen it in samurai stuff. Have you ever watched any of the Rurouni Kenshin adaptations! You NEED to see it if you haven’t. The dude in the live action version is hot 🔥

LOL yes we did! And we spoke about Dragon Ball too 😂 No I haven't watched it yet!!! But I know who you're talking about! (Also that Mackenyu, who played in Rurouni Kenshin's live action, plays Zoro in the One Piece live action 😏)

Hahaha - he’s not wrong 😂 benefits all round…

Let's be real. It's the only benefit, Dean.

I mean, she’s surrounded by Dean, wouldn’t she be horny all the time, but truth. I also liked how you word played the nub here at the bottom - look, I did it too - it really liked that. I feel like that fruit gut is called for right about now…

Probably, lol. Aaah yes, that gif... here you go, only took me another 10 minutes to find it (I don't know why I just spent so much time for that. For the future; It's literally the first one for "squishy fruit finger" lmao)

Ahhhh - I love it. Dean totally would, too. They’re surrounded by blood as you said, what’s different. Though I love how clueless he is about the days. Unless this has been going on for a little longer, anyone who has their period for two days, I’m very damn jealous of! Is it even possible?

Aren't most men just clueless about this? Even when they should know. I feel like I'm repeating myself every month that - no - my period is not done after the second day 😂

I’m seeing bean a lot lately! It is cute ❤️

Really?? I feel like I must've picked it up somewhere at some point but I can't remember where

Hahaha - Dean you horny fucker! But yes please? I was kind of hoping he might’ve convinced her 😏 I was enjoying this way too much.

😂 don't worry, I'm pretty damn sure he would find a way to convince her if he tried long enough

Okay. So when I read Nathan Algren, I was scratching my head. Is that his Last Samurai character’s name? I think I’ve seen that move once - shame on me. But it didn’t click till I got here.

Yeah, okay, so, you got me there. I didn't remember his name either, had to google it. I just tossed it in there for Dean's pop-culture reference's sake, thinking that he would've probably liked that movie and the idea of being a Samurai. 😅

This was marvellous! I can’t wait to see what your mind comes up with next. I just love the way you write the inner monologues with the touches of humour - speaks to my soul ❤️

Thank you so so much Beth!! You're one of my inspiring writers for humour 🧡🧡🧡

Shower Reliever

⋆ ˚｡⋆ COUPLE Dean Winchester x f!Reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆ WARNINGS SMUT 18+ MDNI, established relationship, menstruating (evil cramps!!), tooth-rotting sweet fluff, mention of blood (light), Dean being dorky and cute, guided masturbation in the shower? (idk how to tag this sryyy), Dean’s misuse of a shower head as a magic wand, no use of Y/N, English isn’t my native language

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SUMMARY It’s that time of the month; Cramps are tormenting you, but Dean’s there to cheer you up and look after you by giving you some relief. ♡ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ WORDS 4,2k

It’s afternoon. Or maybe it’s evening.

How are you supposed to know when you’re surrounded by the bunker’s concrete and artificial light all day?

A pathetic, writhing-weeping blood sacrifice wrapped up in bed sheets like a burrito. That’s what you are. Ready to be served. Honestly, though? Big Hellhound pupper toying with your guts suddenly seems much more appealing than a day ago. At least the doggo wouldn’t take three damn days to rip your innards out.

But you won’t complain. Because right now? Things seemed oddly… okay? It’s almost suspicious.

A deep sigh of relief falls of your lips and you dare to sprawl out on the mattress. Star-fish formation. Plain ceiling staring back down at you.

You’re maybe 5 seconds into your newfound content - and then the little bitch ruins it by raking her peeler down your walls. A sharp hiss presses past your clenched teeth.

Nevermind. Here she goes again.

Peeling your uterus out from the inside. Like Lilith herself is down there, having a feast on your unborn – and very non-existent – baby.

Muffled by Dean’s pillow, you scream. Fuck that time of the month.

Why’s it always that time of the month? Again and again and again.

Why can’t you just get the period twice a year like a bitch and get on with it? It’s not like you signed up for this. In fact, you’d very much like to file a complaint.

Not that Chuck would care. “That bastard knows why he doesn’t own an uterus...” you grumble.

A hot flush shoots through your body. Wheezing takes over your breathing. The bedsheets go flying along some of the pillows you’d burrowed yourself in.

Burning up. Hot. Your body feels like your ovaries decided to have a meltdown.

You roll around the bed, aimlessly. A ball of messy hair. Entangled in the sweat-drenched pyjama you couldn’t get yourself to change from. Arms clutched around your stomach, fingers clawing at the hot-water bag which so far hasn’t done much more than give you third-degree burns and only add to the feverish heat steaming beneath your skin.

When the door to your and Dean’s bedroom opens, you can’t even bring yourself to lift your head. Instead you’re curled up like a salted snail, squirming, each and every noise escaping from you thick with pain.

“Hey baby, ‘m back…” Dean greets you from across the room, his voice dying down as he spots you on the bed just where he'd left you this morning.

Your face plants into the sheets when you double over from another stab to your uterus.

“It’s trying to kill me, Dean,” you whimper into the mattress. Dean’s face contorts at your strangled sound.

“That bad?” It’s a stupid question, and he realizes it the moment it leaves his mouth. Of course it’s bad. You look like hell.

And worst is, it’s been going like this the entire day already. First time Dean’s witnessing it from the start, too. You’d been together for a couple of months now, but you being you, you’d so far managed to slip away just in time before your period kicked down the door.

Now that you moved in with the boys in the bunker that didn’t seem an option any longer.

You watch Dean’s face harden, the way it always does when he starts to feel helpless.

Indeed, Dean could feel the frustration claw on the inside of his chest. To the point he secretly wished your state would just be the aftermath of a hunt gone wrong.

At least he would know what to do then, y’know? Clean your wounds, stitch you back together if needed – maybe it wouldn’t look as neat as when you did it, but it’d do the job – because that’s what he’s good at.

But this? He didn’t quite know how to work with this.

There’s no injury he could just patch up. No swig of whiskey to dampen the pain. No way for him to help. And watching you writhe like you were being tortured from the inside, was killing him.

He sighs. The shopping bag in his hand gets dropped to the floor and he rounds the bed to your side. A frustrated hand ruffles back his hair. His eyes taking in the battlefield you’ve caused. And they come to rest on your crumpled form, smack in the middle of it all.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart…” He mutters softly. And he means it. You know he does. The words were simple, yet you know that if he could, he’d take your pain away in a heartbeat. But he can’t. Because for some reason, despite all the supernatural crap you get to deal with on a daily basis, this isn’t an option.

Damn you Chuck.

You make a sound between a whine and a sigh at the grave conclusion, at which Dean’s eyebrows pull together.

The bed dips down beside you and next moment the warmth of his body presses against your side. He slowly runs his hand over your shoulders to rub your back in soothing circles.

“Anything I can do to make you feel better..?” he asks.

“Rip it out. Use it for your next blood sacrifice. Sell it to Crowley. I don’t care- I don’t want it no more.” You wail while crawling into his lap, your face burying into his grey shirt and the blue jacket that’s partially covering it.

“Jesus,”– Dean laughs softly, his deep voice rumbling under your cheeks –“Yeah, not happening.”

His arms wrap around you to pull you closer. The familiar smell of his fills your senses when you nuzzle your nose into the fabric of his clothes. A combination of his musk, fresh lemon and a hint of sweetness of his cologne clouds your mind.

Your muscles relax for a fraction. Melting into his heavy embrace. It’s odd how just a smell can have such a calming effect. As of right now, you wished you could just climb into his shirt, buttoned-up, and pressed flush against his body. All safe, warm and fuzzy.

But Uterus-Lilith had different plans. The sharp wince you try to bite back, doesn’t go unnoticed by Dean.

“My poor baby… C’mere…” He leans down to place a tender kiss onto your crown while he cradles you on his lap like a wounded animal.

His chin comes to rest on top of your head. Lips press against your hair. “It’ll pass… You’ll feel better soon… My brave girl…” He murmurs softly and you sigh.

Another twinge to your abdomen. Your body jolts, then caves in. Dean startles for a moment but then tightens his arms around you, pulling you up against his chest.

While he continues to rub your back, his other hand begins to card through the back of your hair. “Shhh, it’s okay… I got you…”

“It’s like the damn thing is committing sepukku.” You lament with fingers curled into his shirt. Nose buried in his chest. Trying everything to physically ground you until the cramp goes by.

At that comparison, Dean’s eyebrows shoot up and his lips twitch into a pressed smirk. “Damn it, don’t make me laugh.” His stomach contracts and shakes beneath you.

In response, a disgruntled noise gets huffed into his chest. And Dean can’t help a short, surprised snort.

“Sepukku?” He tries so hard to sound serious and to hold in his chuckles, but finally loses his battle. “Seriously?” He shakes his head lightly and his green eyes crinkle slightly when he continues to tease you, “You telling me, you got a wee little Samurai down there?”

A wee little Samurai throwing a tantrum in your uterus? Okay, that image carried a smile to your lips. Sounds a lot cooler than Lilith feeding on your unborn child.

Unfortunately the wee little Samurai was not amused and rammed it’s katana once more into your uterus.

Another jolt goes through your body. Another strangled sound follows. You burrow your face even further into his arms in hopes that his smell will just work like some narcotics.

Perhaps it’ll just knock me out when I dig my face deep enough into his shirt? A weird thought. But you guess that’s just what menstrual hormones mixed with pain does.

“Yes.” you wince, “And it failed to conceive a child,” then groan in agony, “So now it wants to punish me for it.”

Now Dean actually has to bite back a hearty laughter. “Oh, sweetie.”– he taps your head lightly with his finger –“Look on the bright side. At least we know I didn't knock you up. It's like a free monthly pregnancy test.“

That jab would have earned him a deadpan glare of yours if it wasn’t for the next attack on your inner walls and your body jerked into his arms this time.

Dean’s light-hearted expression contorts into a pained one. Jaws clenched with a twinge of guilt.

“Want me to get you some painkillers? Or – uh – maybe some whisky?” he inquires, his head tilted down in an attempt to meet your gaze. But your eyes are scrunched up, face still hidden in his bunched up shirt.

“Baby, can you look at me for a sec?” he pleads, while his hands slip underneath to cradle your chin now, coaxing you out of your den. You lift your head, just enough to meet his concerned eyes.

“None of that helps…” You mutter. Although you did wonder whether whiskey might even do the trick. Get the wee little samurai bitch a little tipsy down there, hm? Maybe it would pass out?

No – no, now you’re thinking like Dean. That’s a terrible idea.

“Imagine you’re getting stabbed in the stomach and the blade gets twisted. Repeatedly. For hours.”

Dean winces inwardly at your description. A hand instinctively clutches his stomach. He doesn’t have to imagine what that pain feels like. He knows.

He shakes his head like he’s trying to snap out of some memories from downstairs, his eyes back on you just when you writhe again with a stifled groan.

“Okay, that‘s enough. I‘m getting you off the rack,” he declares and you don’t even get the chance to react when he’s already scooping your curled up form up into his arms.

“W-what? What are you going to do, Dean?” you ask confused while he pulls you to your feet and starts leading you out the bedroom and down the bunker's hallway.

"I'm going to distract you," he replies, glancing back over his shoulder at you while he leads you to the main bathroom, "I did some digging this morning... to see what I could do to help with your period cramps, and it looks like an orgasm might do the trick."

You stop in your tracks. Quick enough for Dean to almost stumble into the bathrooms doorframe.

"N-no," you squeak, eyes wide.

"No, what? No it won't work or no you don't-"

"No, I'm fine."

"So it does work?"

"Well- uh-" you trip over your words when the heat rushes to your cheeks, "It's - it's different when I... uh..."

"Hey, it's okay. Nothing to be ashamed of," he chuckles softly and brings up his hand to cup your cheek, "Is it 'cuz of the blood? You do know I don't care about it, right? You really think I won't touch you just 'cause you're on your period?"

"No, but... it's awkward... and gross..." you mumble, eyes averted as you can feel the heat going both ways now.

Because, even if you wouldn't admit it, you did feel a bit horny. It's just one of those many fluctuating emotions a period entails. In those blessed days, it feels like your mood is being regulated by a pinball machine. And as of right now, it hit the tingling nub at the very bottom.

"Gross? Honey, I've been covered in guts, sludge, crap and all sorts of other nasty stuff. Do you honestly think a little blood's gonna phase me?" He tilts your head up to make you look at him, his lips twitch in amusement but his words are genuine, "You're not gross, sweetheart. Not to me..."

"But-" the next argument forms on your lips when he dives down to muffle them with a kiss. Your cheeks cradled by his large hands. Tender, soft, but enough to shut you up and make you melt into him.

When he finally pulls back, his plump lips still hovering inches from yours, he speaks softly.

“Why don’t you just let me take care of you?”

His green eyes flick back and forth between yours, intense and yet calming. And really, how could you ever say no to him when he looks at you like you'll break his heart if you don't let him help you.

A sudden twinge in your stomach has you hunch over, and it's enough to finally convince you to let go of your tribulations with a weak nod of yours.

“Okay," you wince under your sharp exhale. The pain in your voice has Dean's hands dart down, one to your contracted stomach and one to the small of your back.

"Alright then, c'mon, sweetheart..." he mutters. Then gently guides you towards the shower after he closed and locked the door behind you.

When he notices how your teeth pull at your lower lip the way they always do when you're overthinking things, he grabs both of your hands. He squeezes them to get you to look at him, just to bestow you with one of his trademark grins. Confident, cheeky and oh so lovable.

“You trust me, right? It won't be awkward, promise. Nothing wrong with giving my girl some relief. Besides... This is purely therapeutic,” he quips and winks at you.

Once both of your clothes are piled up in a corner, you pad over the cold tiles and into the shower. Dean slides in after you, his naked body flush against your skin, his body heat a warm welcome in the cold air of the large bathroom. His arms envelop you from behind, one hand splayed out on your stomach to try and sooth your cramps, the other reaching for the shower head to pull it from its holder.

“Lean back, I got you baby,” he assures you while tugging you gently further back into his chest.

He turns on the shower, tests the temperature until it's the perfect heat and then slowly brings it down to the level of your stomach with the spray of water still pointed to the floor.

“Spread your legs a bit for me, sweetie,” he gently nudges his knee between your thighs, coaxing you into a wider stance while he continues to hum above you, “Mhm, that's it. Now just relax and lemme take care of you...”

Dean rests his chin on top of your head, the stubbles tingling your scalp as he does so. The air around you slowly begins to mix with steam while his body holds you close. Save and protected. The world reduced to just the two of you and the warmth hugging you from head to toe. Your thoughts and worries are drowned out by the rhythmic pattering of the droplets hitting the smooth shower floor as the sound echoes off of the tiled bunker walls all around you.

You feel yourself relax against him, despite the occasional, small jolts of pain which keep reminding you of that fact.

At last, a heavy sigh drops off your lips. The signal Dean has been waiting for.

He tugs at the hose, just enough to guide the water up your legs, then your thighs...

When the first jet of water hits right on your bundle of nerves, you almost buckle over with a gasped, “Oh shit-”

Your fingernails bite into the skin of his forearms, drawing a hiss from him. He moves his free hand to your hip, his grip on your squishy flesh gentle but strong. Steadying and grounding you.

“Feels good?” he asks while playing with the angle of the shower head.

You nod. Jolting whenever one of the water jets grazes your sensitive spot.

“Want me to keep goin‘?”

“Mhm,” you hum.

The hand on your hips slides over the bump on your bones and dips down between your legs. Next moment, calloused fingers slip along your folds to spread them open.

You shiver under the touch of his rough fingertips and at the feeling of him coating them in some of your arousal.

He angles the shower head slightly lower now, until a row of water jets skim your entrance. Your breath hitches. Then comes out in a shaky whimper.

Your legs start to go weak, feeling like jello.

Dean gently tugs you up again and pulls your back flush into his chest to keep you upright, making sure he's your anchor in this tidal wave of pleasure he's drowning you in.

“Just let go... that’s it…” he coos, now his head angled to nuzzle his nose against your temple.

Another shockwave travels through your body and tightens your coil even more, to the point it feels like it’s going to explode soon.

Your head drops back onto Dean‘s shoulder. Neck draped over his collarbone, just where his anti-possession tat lays. Shaky and ragged breaths mingle in the damp air of the shower.

“Just relax,” he places a kiss to your temple, his stubbles tingling the wet skin as he murmurs, “I got you.”

His fingers spread you further while he brings the shower head closer, allowing some of the water to push past your entrance.

“Oh fuck- Dean-” you gasp and whine at the same time.

„Language, young lady,“ he chides playfully, „This is purely therapeutical, remember?“

You choke on a giggle when he moves the shower head a fraction lower and the water jet grazes your sensitive nub just the right way, enough to send an intense jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Ah, so that's the magic angle, huh?” Dean laughs softly, his chest rumbling against your back.

“Uh-huh,” you manage to get out in a weak whimper as Dean's making sure to keep the right angle.

The intensity has your nerves on fire, like your core's being hooked up to electricity with hundreds of little needles tingling your most sensitive spot.

“M-move - p-please,” you beg in a shaky voice that has Dean's smile next to your cheek widen.

“Guide me,” he prompts softly, the hand on the shower head waiting for your instructions. You slip your hand along his strong arm, over the bump of his wrist, until you cover his hand with your tender fingers.

Slowly you begin to guide his hand into small, circular motions. The water jets brush your nub now from all sides, the overwhelming sensation enough to make you whimper weakly and your head loll to the side to bury your nose under his jaw.

“Too much?” he asks, his head tips to the side to look down into your eyes. You shake your head, lips parted, eyes half-lidded as they meet his. Hair’s stuck to your damp, flushed, skin, pupils blown wide, gaze intoxicated from pleasure.

The corner of his lips tugs into a smirk at your blissful expression. It's such a stark contrast to what you'd looked like moments ago when you were doubling over from pain. And if it wasn’t for the special circumstances, he’d make sure to keep you in this state all day and night. The growing pressure of his own arousal heavy against your back is evidence of his thoughts.

But this is about you now. His needs will just have to wait for – for… how long did a period even last? A day? Two? Hm, maybe if you’d feel comfortable enough, he wouldn’t need to wait this long. But one step at a time.

When your legs begin to shake, Dean presses his lips to your ear, murmuring into it, deep and hoarse from his own arousal.

“You’re doing so well for me… Now close your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to just relax and feel…”

You don't have to be told twice. The intensity is enough to make your eyes flutter close, squinting them even as your face contorts from the jolts of pleasure coursing through your body like a firework.

“Now I want you to imagine it's my mouth down there...”

While he keeps you distracted with the images he's painting in his husky voice, the hand on your folds leaves you and he reaches for the tap, increasing the water pressure.

“Y'know... the way I like to wrap my lips around you… and suck on that cute little bean 'til you're sobbing.”

“O-oh my God-” you mewl after the hard jet of water swallows your pulsing nub, causing your legs to buckle. The feeling's like a lightning bolt has just hit you. And it just keeps striking. Your other hand darts to his thigh behind you, fingernails biting into his skin in an attempt to ground you. But the jolts of pleasure set the nerves down your legs on hot white fire now, with everything from your stomach downwards tingling.

“That’s the reaction I was hoping for…” he chuckles and keeps going with his sweet words of praise somewhere outside of your clouded mind.

Images of Dean kneeling between your legs pulse under your eyelids. How his broad shoulders shove your knees apart, keeping your legs spread as they begin to fight him from the intensity of his mouth on your core. How the soft flesh of your thighs is squished under the force of his fingers, how you witness the veins on his arms pop as his muscles work relentlessly to prevent you from squirming away. How he holds your gaze the entire time, pupils blown up wide from hunger and lust as they eat away the deep emerald pools circling them.

Ragged breaths leave your lips. Another row of jolts has your body shaking in his arms. Each one driving you closer to your climax until you’re teetering on the edge. When your body begins to fight him and thrash around, Dean quickly tightens his grip around your hips to hold you in place.

He moves his lips to your temple, planting a tender kiss there, prickling stubbles brush the side of your face while he continues to talk you through it.

“You're doing so well... Let go for me, sweetheart... I've got you, I'll catch you, promise.”

Just when you feel yourself tip over, his free hand leaves your core to the constant onslaught of the circling water jets and moves it to your hand. His fingers slide between yours, intertwining them.

Then the tidal wave crashes down on you.

Dean's hand squeezes yours. The corner of his lips still pressed to your temple.

A guttural sound leaves the back of your throat when waves after waves of ecstasy course through you, enough for your knees to give in as your body goes limp.

“Oh- we goin' down?” he jokes softly as he follows your movement.

As promised, Dean catches you right after you've dropped some inches. Chuckling lightly above you as he pulls you back to your feet. Legs still shaky like a newborn foal’s.

“C'mon, bambi...” - he teases and slides the shower head back into place before he wraps both of his arms around your waist and turns you to face you with a soft smile - “…there you go.” You smile back at him, your hands finding purchase on his hips, gaze still a bit woozy.

He brushes a damp strand of hair out of your face, head tilted down to your eye-level, “Hey there, sweetie. You feeling better?”

“Yes,” you sigh, one of relief at the missing pain. At least for the moment. You melt into his embrace, feeling how your wet and naked bodies lock together like a perfect puzzle piece. “So much better.”

“Good, that’s good…” he murmurs into your hair after your forehead had dropped to his chest.

After a moment of peaceful silence, a mischievous grin creeps onto his face.

He clears his throat.

“You want me to battle that wee little samurai with my sword now?”

It takes your dazed mind a moment to catch up with his rather creative innuendo.

Once it hits you, you sputter an amused chuckle, “Please don’t.”

Dean huffs through his nose, feigning disappointment.

��Aw c’mon… Y'know, I’ve always wanted to fight a samurai… I’d make a pretty good Nathan Algren, don’t ya think?” he quips, then his lips quirk into a boyish, innocent grin as he adds, “...and my sword wouldn't mind getting bloody either.”

Now this has you raise your head to meet his cheeky expression and burst out in laughter.

“You do us both a favour and keep your mighty sword in your pants for now, you hear me? Idiot-” you playfully slap his chest, the wet sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. Dean’s grin doesn’t waver, instead his hands on your back slide down your spine until they reach your ass cheeks.

He clicks his tongue.

“Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, s’all I’m sayin’,” he jabs softly as he pats both your ass cheeks. His eyes crinkle at the corner, and he's got a secret smile on his face, proud of how he made you not only smile, but laugh, despite the hell trip you’re on. Maybe he’s not as helpless as he thought.

His features suddenly harden, eyes narrowed as they dart down to your stomach, a pointed finger now prodding the spot below your bellybutton.

“Now back to you,” he growls, you giggle, and he has to fight to keep a straight face and his voice especially low and warning as he continues, “You leave my girl alone now. Or else I’ll personally come down there and take care of you, Tom Cruise style. You hear me you evil little bitch?”

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Omg the headcanons were so good PLEASE write reader going to therapy with bob if you can ☹️🙏

☆.°*Therapy / Bob Reynolds*°.☆

pairing: bob reynolds x f!reader a/n: just a little blurb! I hope this is okay <3 word count: 526 warnings: not much besides therapy.

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

As you sat in the therapist's office- white sofa, white carpet, white walls that nearly burnt a hole in your corneas from the lack of color- you found yourself understanding why Bob had such a difficult time opening up. Had it not been for the plush rug cushioning the floor, you were sure you would have been able to hear a pin drop.

The scribble of the doctor's pencil against paper echoed in your ears, only shadowed by the rustling of Bob's sweater as he wrung his hand's beside you.

The doctor cleared her throat.

"So Bob," The therapist said, crossing her legs. "Would you like to tell me who you brought with you here today?"

Your boyfriend glanced from the therapist to you. As you caught his gaze, you shot him a small smile.

"My girlfriend."

As if hearing the word out loud made him realize that you were really there beside him, supporting him through it all, Bob physically relaxed into the couch. He wasn't alone.

You reached across the sofa for Bob's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"And why did you ask her to come today?" The doctor asked, peeking over the reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

"I uh... I don't... like... talking about stuff." Bob said, scratching at his pant legs, the sound of his nails against cotton soothing his nerves. "It makes me upset. And I'm scared that when I- if I get upset that... he'll come out."

The doctor nodded.

"Yes, I know. But, that doesn't answer my question, Bob." She said. "Why did you ask her to come today?"

Bob looked at you, fully breathing you in. Even in a room as sterile as the one you sat in now, it was like you brought color to his life. The void- the all consuming darkness, sadness and pity that came with it- was almost.. drowned out by your mere existence. You were like a splotch of paint on the canvas of his soul that no matter how hard the Void tried- he could never quite get out.

But Bob could never manage to so eloquently spit that out, so instead he said:

"I'm not as scared with her here."

And it's true. He wasn't. He wasn't scared of his therapist's opinion of him. He wasn't afraid to talk about his past. He wasn't afraid that the bleak voice inside his mind would crawl its way to the surface once more.

Bob had you. His rock, his buoy, his shield and sword: his girlfriend who he was never quite sure he deserved, but as you assured him, he was stuck with nonetheless.

Your boyfriend gripped your hand and smiled softly.

Bob turned his attention back to the doctor.

"A-and she remembers things that I don't." He added. "Like the uh.. the day when he came out. She knows me better than me.. I guess."

A barely audible "Oh, Bob." escaped your lips at his confession.

The doctor, satisfied with his answer, scribbled furiously in her notebook. When she looked up from the pages, she smiled.

"Alright then," she said. "Let's begin."

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Yan!Baldwin IV X Reincarnation!Reader

✎Summary✐ you got reincarnated as Baldwin's wife.

⚠Warnings⚠ historically inaccurate mentions of death, guy of lusignan, racism?(I don't if it counts as racism btw it has nothing to do with skin color).

✎Note✐ reader is a female in this. Author hates this but decided to post it anyway. This is not the actual historical figure but the figure from KoH movie.

✎Tags✐ @jsprien213

✎Part 2✐

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You don't understand how it happened.

How did you end up in Jerusalem?. It's Not our modern day Jerusalem, it's 1181 AD.

From what you understood, you are during the anjou household reign of Jerusalem, most likely during king Baldwin IV time due to Saladin's name being mentioned so it must be around that time. But that's just a guess, if it is true then The king must be about 19 at this point.

When you first opened your eyes you found yourself laying on an a soft mattress, According to who they seemed to be maids, you had fainted while walking through the garden. You do have some blur memories of walking through a grand garden even though you know for sure that you did not walk through such garden ever in your life.

the last thing you remember, that you know that you actually did, that you went to sleep on your bed in your home, that's it. You didn't die while sleeping, did you?.

maybe you somehow took someone's else life, a someone from history none the less. It may sound bazaar but it's the only logical explanation in this unlogical situation.

While you were dozing off, trying to think of a solution to this disaster, The door was pushed wide open. a woman with fine clothing and jewelry enters with servants following her in. "I see you have finally decided to wake up." Her tone was sharp so was her glare.

You stared back at her, not with the same coldness but with confusion. "Who are you..?" You do know that she has to be a noble due to her clothing, but which noble? And why did she visit you? Why is her tone was as if you two know each other?.

She scoffed "It seems like the maids were right, It seems like you actually went mad this time." 'This bitch-' you thought to yourself, you can only say such things in your mind because you don't want to insult someone who might has the power to execute you on the spot. "Who are you?." You ask again, this time with determination.

"Sibylla of Jerusalem." You face went pale, you thought knowing her identify would make you understand the situation better but it only confused you more, why would she visit you?.

You look away, you feel like you're gonna faint again. "Tsk.. Pathetic.." She mumbles as you grip on the bedsheets, she grabs your chin and makes you look directly to blue eyes. "Hold yourself better, you are no common girl, remember that you are queen of Jerusalem, wife to my brother, you are y/n of Jerusalem.. Even if I don't deem you worth of such honour yet here we are.."

You are not sure if she wanted to scold you or mock you, either way her words hurt you even though you don't know why, it just stungs.

"We're having dinner this evening, you should be fine by then." She stated as she turned her to leave. you wanted to protest, you are in no condition to join a stupid dinner. "But-" "absence is unacceptable." she cuts you, she doesn't even bother to turn around to look at you yet her words held a warning in them. With that she finally left you alone.

Now you know whose life you are in, yes life not body because you are 100% sure that this is your own body, whatever. In history her name was forgotten so she's only known as Baldwin's IV wife or the Saracen queen.

Basically Baldwin and her got married to secure an alliance between Jerusalem and some Saracens, and to prevent Saladin from getting anymore power since your people are also in odds with Saladin.

You pity her.

No one cared about her, she was just a tool for her family to gain more power, Jerusalem's court despited her because she is still a filthy Saracen in their eyes and not to mention that king Baldwin IV, her own husband did not spare her a single glance during the entire of their marriage. It's not personal, it's just she's the least of his concerns.

In the end of the day she was executed because she attempted to poison to Sibylla but failed, it is unclear whatever she was truly guilty or framed.

No.. No. You won't die like this.. You won't live like this! You don't want to die with sorrow and tears!.

You won't allow history to repeat itself, you don't care if it's gonna change tomorrow's history or not, you value your happiness more than history that you might not live to see.

If you want a peaceful life, you have two potions.

you earn the King's favor and then you will live peaceful as the queen.

Which you are mostly to take, run away after securing a good amount of money.

Just in case, you're gonna try to secure both plans. You will try to earns his favor while earning enough money to escape.

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Evening came fast.

You didn't want to leave bed but you also didn't want to piss off sibylla so it sucks to suck. Even though you still don't understand, how can she threaten you?! I mean yes she is a princess but you are the queen here for God's sake!. Damn was the old owner this weak that no one respected her title as queen?, however this will change, You didn't die to live again to take bullshit again.

The maids may not be fond of you but they sure did well in dressing you up, you don't like you're about to throw up at any given moment at all But the hard part isn't not looking like you're about to throw up, the hard part is not actually throwing up in front of everyone.

"Come on y/n!." You cheer up on yourself in front of mirror, you were right about the body thing, it is your body. you look like you, not like the actual historical figure (even though there is no surviving portraits of her but okay). 'I'm happy that i didn't lose you, my sweet sexy asf face' you wink at yourself before someone's voice interpreted your flirting session with yourself. "What are you doing?." God.. Why can't they leave you the fuck alone?. First Sibylla, now this?.

"wHaT aRe YoU dOiNg?." You repeat mockingly before turning around only to see Baldwin IV in flesh and blood standing in front of you, you recognized him easily due to the mask. Your face went paler then it went with sibylla, why is God doing this to you? You are praying for the ground to open in half and sallow you.

His blue eyes just stared into yours, it felt like he is staring right through your soul. "..." He didn't mutter a word, You don't know what he is thinking but whatever it is, it doesn't seems like something you want to know about.

You wanted to cry, really. But not in front of him because it would only worsen the situation, after all you just mocked a king.

"..."

It's been quite the few minutes, he didn't say anything yet. 'You know what? I already ate shit so let's just walk away and pretend that nothing has happened.. Maybe he will just ignore it and then I'll get to keep my head..' You thought to yourself.

You proceeded your plan and it actually worked! He let you walk away although you felt his eyes still watching you like a hawk.

Dinner was as awkward as you'd expect. You tried your best to just focus on your platte and ignore everyone else on the table. "Are you alright?." It's Sibylla, even though her words seems out of concern, her voice holds no kindness to it.

You looked up from your plate, you stare back at her but this time with more confidence since the last time you two spoke. "Yes, I am fine." You replied to her question with a calm yet confident note.

That caused sybilla to stare at you. You have never acted like this before, you were always quiet and shy, never once you looked right into her eyes with such directness.

"I heard that you fainted in the gardens today. you should look out for your health more your Highness... It would be a shame if you become so sickly like someone we know.." Said the man who is seated next to Sibylla, who you assume is guy of lusignan.

At his words Baldwin looked up at him, that caused guy to shift uncomfortably in his seat, he hated everything about Baldwin, especially his blue eyes when they stared right through his soul.

'God.. It's so awkward...' You thought before deciding to gamble with fate again. "Your majesty.. Your food will get cold.. Please eat." You hold his gloved hands in yours as you tried to give the kindest smile you could manage. He moved his eyes from guy's to yours before he pulled his hands away and continued his meal.

That went as smooth as possible.. You could feel Sibylla's glare but you couldn't care less, what matters now is to earn Baldwin's favor.

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Im back from the dead 💪🏻.

Idk if you guys will like this but enjoy and if you got any notes for me then go ahead 💃🏻.

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@jadecat4 On it🫡

Blessed

Riddle, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia

Written with fem!reader in mind, can be read as any gender, literal hurt/comfort, swearing, kinda fluffy

tw: graphic descriptions of injuries, getting hit by vehicles, and hit and runs

Average around 650 words per character

pt.1 :: pt.2 :: pt.3 coming soon

Rounding out the housewardens, most of these dudes are canonical crybabies, I'm so excited lmaoo These are actually really fun to write? I'm most likely going to do more of these for everybody else, so stay tuned for that I guess. Also I'm a tags yapper if yall have any interest in my commentary

Riddle Rosehearts

It took you a long time of dating Riddle to convince him to leave campus with you. He had responsibilities, an entire dormitory of students to keep an eye on, he couldn't do that if he left campus with you. He only agreed to it after midterms were over and after you got Trey to promise he would uphold the set standards for a single evening. Even then, it was hard to get him to leave.

"My love, we're going to dinner, not on vacation." You teased as he went over his list with Trey for a fourth time. "Trey promised he would call if anything goes wrong, you'd be back here in fifteen minutes at most."

"I-I know!" He stammered, cheeks flushing at your light tone. "I just want to be sure."

He was able to get through the list once more before you pulled him out the door, Trey giving him a friendly shove on the way out. It's not as if the two of you had never been on dates before, but they were smaller affairs around the campus, never out in public. He was surprised to find that it was actually much more relaxed off campus, not having to fear any ridicule or drop in reputation from strangers he would never see again if he did something especially embarrassing in his lovestruck state. And you made it incredibly easy to be lovestruck. You were well aware at this point of his aversion to PDA, which made it all the more surprising when he was the one to reach out and grab your hand after you'd left the restaurant. You chatted idly about the food, your week, the weather, anything that popped into your heads as you started back towards campus. It was all incredibly easy with you.

You made it into a more residential area, watching a group of young kids playing basketball at a hoop just off the sidewalk. Riddle pointed out one of the kids, joking that he reminded him of Ace as he made the shot and missed, sending the ball bouncing away. You stifled a laugh as you watched the boy chase after the ball into the road. It was clear the kid wasn't paying attention to anything but the ball as a car came speeding down the road. You were behind the kid before you even realized what you were doing, the driver of the car laying on the horn, trying to swerve out of the way, to slam on the brakes as you shoved the kid forward as hard as you could. Riddle watched in horror as the car knocked you to the ground, stopping on top of you, one of your arms pinned under the tire and only your head and shoulders sticking out from beneath. He ran to you, ignoring the crying child who ran back towards the house, and stooped down to try to see your injuries. The car started to back up, dragging you across the road as it did, the tire rolling off your elbow with a sickening crunch. He shouted for them to stop as your blood smeared across the road between you, but they couldn't hear him. Or maybe didn't care. The best he could do for you was grab you under the arms to keep you from dragging further. Once the car had backed up enough to see you again, they spun the wheel and hit the gas, planning to leave. Riddle instinctively flung a spell at them, hitting the back passenger side door and only resulting in them driving faster. He so badly wanted to chase after them, make sure they were brought to justice, but he couldn't just leave you. He was very careful in how he rolled you over, supporting your head and trying his best to keep your arm still. He had to see your injuries, he had to see what he needed to fix. Your face had slammed into the pavement from the force at which you were knocked down, your nose clearly shattered, a still growing goose egg on your forehead, skin was ripped and flayed from where you were dragged across the rough surface, and your elbow... He wasn't sure how to fix something so incredibly crushed, nearly unrecognizable. But he had to try. He tried to triage what looked the most life threatening, the head injury of course. It was hard to see where he was aiming as he kept trying to blink tears away. In the time it took him to think through his plan, your body had settled. He was about to start his spell when there was another chilling crunch, moving his hands to see your nose repositioning itself, the goose egg shrinking, the road rash weaving shut. Your eyes were open.

All he could do was watch, frozen, as you sat up and turned to him, your injuries all but gone by the time your hands landed on his shoulders. You were saying something to him, he couldn't make out the words over the relieved sobbing coming out of his mouth. You pulled him into your arms, holding him tight and close as he clung to you. Even upon returning to the dorm, he didn't let go of your hand-- PDA be damned-- as he dragged you to his room. You weren't going to be leaving his side for a bit while he processed what happened, and with him so close, you really didn't mind.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul often bribed you to accompany him to town to meet with his vendors, promising to get you whatever you wished if you simply kept him company. You didn't need to be bribed to spend time with him, but if it made him feel better about asking, you weren't about to stop him. It was always fun spending time with him, especially when you were able to introduce him to new things. The first time you suggested boba was a treat to watch as his expression went through several stages of confusion before eventually coming to the conclusion that he did, in fact, enjoy it.

This time he took you for smoothies after meeting with his final vendor. You tried to always keep your requests from going too far out of the way and this one was just across the street. You listened intently to him talk about a new drink he wanted to serve at the lounge, an affogato. Apparently Floyd had read about it online and demanded to try it. He talked about how it ended up being quite enjoyable as he reached into the pocket of his jacket, trailing off as he reached into the other. You watched him pat around at his pockets for a second before groaning, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry, my pearl, I think I left my wallet..." He sighed heavily.

"No, you had it when we left." You reminded him. "You probably just left it across the street. Save our spot, I'll go get it."

You gave him a wide smile and a kiss on the cheek, stopping any argument he may have had and running out of the building before he could come up with a new one. He chuckled at your antics and shook his head, watching you jog up to the street for a moment before turning back to the menu to see what he would want. While examining the menu, he heard a loud gasp and a "holy shit" from other patrons. He was going to ignore it when he heard one of them say "they hit somebody and they're just gonna drive away?!" Azul's head snapped around so fast, he worried he may strain something, until he looked out the large windows past the worried patrons. He couldn't see much, but he did spot hair that looked far too similar to yours. In the road. His heart dropped, and he silently begged that it wasn't you as he bolted out of the shop to the scene of the accident. His resolve nearly shattered as he approached. It was you. Broken limbs and torn skin and so much blood crumpled in the middle of the road. He barely thought about it as he ran forward, stammering out healing spells to try to fix it. He would do anything, pay any price, for this to not be happening, not be real. He tried so hard to choke down the sobs in his throat to keep working on you, because it was working! Skin was stitching back together, bones were popping back into place... He wasn't doing this. He pulled his hands away as he watched you grab your own mangled arm, shaking it out like a dish rag to pop the bones back into their correct place, groaning only slightly as you did. He was still choking back sobs as you sat up and turned to him.

"So, what flavor are you getting?"

The question stopped everything dead in its tracks, the tears, his shaking, his breath. He just stared blankly at you for a moment before he broke out laughing at the ridiculousness, which quickly devolved into crying. You apologized quickly, picking the both of you off the ground to just go home. He didn't care about his wallet, he didn't care about his image, he just wanted to go home with you, glad that he still could.

Kalim Al Asim

You and Kalim snuck out on occasion to go do things in town without Jamil, turning your phones off to keep him from calling you. More often than not, it was just the two of you wandering around, enjoying each other's company. You'd ended up finding some really cool spots on these outings; an arcade, a candy store, a little art studio that was only open to the public three days a week, even a little shop that made their own henna. Kalim was always excited to go and find more with you, always with you. He figured the plain clothes of his club outfit made it harder for people to recognize him and called it good enough, plus it made the lie that he was just going to club meetings easier for Jamil to believe. You usually ended up wearing his hat or flannel while you were out, Kalim loving to see you in his clothing usually distracted him from buying out everything that even partially caught your eye.

The two of you were walking out of a shop, fingers intertwined, you laughing at something Kalim was gushing about. You'd barely made it halfway down the block when there was a squeal of tires from behind you, and you glanced back just in time to see a black van with tinted windows hopping the curb to barrel in your direction. You barely had time to shove Kalim into the recessed doorway of a shop as the van sped down the sidewalk, bowling over you with ease before popping back into the road and speeding away. Kalim couldn't see you from the doorway, you'd been dragged further down. He started to praise you for being so quick to save you both as he got back to his feet and returned to the sidewalk. The praise died in his throat with a strained gasp when he spotted you, mangled form limp on the concrete. He wasted no time ripping his phone out of his pocket, holding the button down to turn it back on as he ran. He was already sobbing heavily as he scooped you into his arms, he tried not to think about the way your spine moved too easily, or how your legs were bent in the wrong places at the wrong angles. He held your too still body against his chest like it would shield you from what had already happened, blood soaking into the white shirt, into his skin. He could feel it slicking his hands. The second his phone was back on, he dialed Jamil who answered in one ring. Kalim didn't give him a chance to get a word out as he sobbed incoherent explanations and directions to him, begging him to come help, to come save you. He was too distracted trying to give Jamil directions to where they were, eyes too full of tears to see your legs pop back into place. It wasn't until he felt you reach up to crack your neck back into the correct position that he froze, quickly looking down to see you laying in his arms as if nothing had happened, smiling sweetly up at him. But he could still feel your blood on his hands. He resumed his sobbing, dropping his phone to the ground to put both of his arms around you, holding you as tight as he could allow himself to as he cried into your shoulder.

When you made it back to the dorm, after getting cleaned up, Jamil sat the two of you down in Kalim's room to lecture you about how reckless and irresponsible these trips had always been, how the van had likely been aiming for him. Kalim wasn't listening, not fully. He'd tangled his limbs up in yours, holding you close with his ear resting over your heart to listen to it beat as you combed your fingers through his hair. You responded to his every whispered apology with quiet reassurance, and he could do nothing but believe you when you told him it was going to be alright.

Vil Schoenheit

You'd gotten permission to leave campus for the full weekend with Vil as his date for his latest movie premiere in Maquillaville. The first day went by in a daze of flashing lights and shouted directions, the only thing keeping you from being too overwhelmed was Vil, always at your side. Fingers laced with yours, an arm around your waist, he could tell when you were getting too tense and was right there to ground you again. Despite the absolute flurry of activity, it was actually a highly enjoyable time. The movie was amazing, Vil had done a remarkable job in his role, even if he was sick of being type cast. You held hands through the entire premiere, Vil lifting your hand to his lips to gently kiss your knuckles when you quietly gushed about him being on screen.

The next morning, you headed out to the train station. Vil planned for the two of you to take the long way back to school so you both could bask in not having any responsibilities for one day. You were hoisting the bags out of the trunk of the cab and passing them to Vil on the sidewalk as he talked about what you could do to pass the time in the private cabin. You'd handed him the last bag with a smile and were closing the trunk when you heard a loud crunch from behind you. You didn't have time to turn around before the car behind you was pushed forward and slammed into your back, crushing you between the two vehicles. Vil screamed your name as he watched the car that had caused the accident back away from the one it had slammed into you and sped away. He was pissed that they were just leaving, but there were more pressing matters to attend to. He couldn't see any of your injuries yet, your lower half still firmly pinned between the cars, but there was a distressing amount of blood pooling at your feet and you had yet to lift your head. He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks as he grabbed your hand the same way he had at the premiere, albeit shaky and a lot tighter. There was no warning when the cab pulled forward to release you from the pin, no way for Vil to keep you from just crumpling to the ground at his feet. He paid no mind to the blood that would soak into his pants as he knelt down next to you, lifting your head to rest in his lap. He only got to see how disfigured your pelvis and upper legs were for a moment before they started to move, flattened bones filling back out to return to their normal shape. He was too focused on your injuries disappearing before his eyes to notice your hand reach up to cup his cheek, causing him to startle and yelp.

"Are we going to miss our train?" You asked, far too casually for his liking.

He sighed heavily, leaning his head further into your touch. "Yes, darling, we are going to miss our train."

Idia Shroud

It was hard enough as is to get Idia to leave his room, let alone Ignihyde, let alone the campus. There was one thing you could get him to join you for in town, and that was game releases. There was just something about waiting in line for a physical copy release. You didn't know if it was the nostalgia or what, but it got Idia off campus with you early in the morning to wait for the store to open. And so what if afterwards you dragged him somewhere in public to grab breakfast? He was already off campus, how much worse could it possibly get?

The two of you hadn't even made it to the diner yet, Idia hidden in his hoodie listening to you excitedly talk about this new game release and how you couldn't wait to play it with him. He'd chime in with his own commentary here and there, just loud enough for you to hear him, while giving the minimal strangers on the sidewalk a wide berth. He pulled out his phone to look up the answer to a question you'd asked about it, while you pulled slightly ahead of him to cross the road. He'd only looked down for a second when he heard tires squeal, then a sickening thud and crunch. In the brief moment it took for him to look down at his phone, and back up, you were laid out on the pavement, a car peeling off down the street away from the scene. He nearly fumbled his phone in his hurry to press the emergency beacon for Ortho to follow as he hurried over to you.

"No, no, no..."

The sight was nearly enough to make him pass out; the back of your shirt ripped open-- a disturbing amount of skin along with it-- from where the car went over top of you, your hand and one of your legs were nearly unrecognizable from where they had been crushed under the wheels, your hand was too close to your head, way too close. He ripped his hoodie off, pressing it into the large wound on your back with shaking hands. He couldn't do this again, he couldn't lose another person that meant so much to him, not again. He was begging for you to stay with him under his breath, through his panicked tears, when he felt movement under his hands. He saw the disfigured shape of what had been your hand start to writhe with the movement of the bones underneath as they returned to their correct placements. That was all he saw before he passed out. When he came back to, he was in his bed in the dorm. For a moment, he thought it was just another horrible nightmare until he looked over and saw you at his desk, wearing one of his clean hoodies, playing on your phone with the start menu of the game the two of you had picked up on his screen. You glanced over, giving him a wide smile when you met his eyes, as if you hadn't been mutilated in the road the last time he saw you.

"Hey, you okay?" You asked, moving over to sit next to him on the bed.

He didn't say anything, just grabbed your hand-- the one that had been crushed-- and pulled it to him to press the back of it against his cheek. He probably wasn't okay, but he was so immensely glad that you were.

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[circeyoru]

Shadow and Void _ Part 10

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Enemy Monarch!Reader]

Arc 1: Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 Arc 2: Part 4 ― Part 5 Arc 3: Part 6 ― Part 7 Arc 4: Part 8 ― Part 9 ― Part 10 (here) ― Part 11

In the silence of the Ferris wheel cargo, Jinwoo decided to break the peace with a burning question. “Can you tell me a weakness of the Monarchs I can use to defeat them?”

You hummed and looked away from the scenery outside to Jinwoo’s firm stare at you. “If I say no?”

“I won’t use it against you.” Jinwoo vowed easily. After today’s events, he could tell; the being in front of him has taken his heart without leaving anything behind. So to keep you safe, he had to eliminate the other Monarchs. Your skeptical gaze told him you either didn’t believe him or you were contemplating something else. “I promise you.”

“Promises are made to be broken.” You said with a hint of blues, still, you gave him his answer. “I was going to tell you this under another circumstance, but since you asked…” You leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. “I’ll tell you now.”

Jinwoo listened attentively while you started your lecturette.

“The Monarchs’ weakness is their body.”

“Their body?”

“Yes. Monarchs are spiritual beings and lack an organic form. Without a body, Monarchs cannot descend into the human world. Think of it like this, humans are said to have both; you have a soul and a body. That’s what makes you human. However, Monarchs only have the soul and no body.”

Jinwoo nodded in understanding, “But the Monarch that killed the Chairman could enter the human world, so can you.”

“That was Sillad, the Monarch of Frost. We both could enter the human world because we acquired a vessel.” You pointed at Jinwoo, “Remember when I called you a vessel and that you’d be gone soon when Ashborn descends?” At his nod, you continued, “That’s what I meant. The Monarch will inhabit the human body of their choosing and completely take over.”

“Then the Monarchs could have just taken over anyone and caused destruction, why haven’t they done so?”

“Because it’s not that easy to accomplish. Monarchs cannot descend into the human world without a suitable human vessel. When I say suitable, I mean the human must have some form of affinity with the Monarch. Take Sillad as an example, his human body could have worked in a cold environment or had dealings with wintery elements. Could you guess why you were picked by the Monarch of Shadows?”

Jinwoo thought back to the near-death experiences, especially during the times when he was an E-Rank. He was an individual closest to death, yet never crossed the line. There was no way a vessel could be a dead body, so his situation was the next best option. Every time he survived a near-death experience, it was like he was resurrected, similar to his Shadows.

“What about you? How did you get your vessel?” He redirected the question to you when he figured out his answer.

“The Monarchs you will soon meet all snatched their vessels after finding a suitable one, then they took their vessel back to their territories to make it stronger so that when they come to Earth, they can use their full power. Ashborn originally picked you to be a vessel and gave you methods to grow strong while keeping you alive, then he changed his mind and made you into a successor, so in the future, you will have all his power and he’ll be the one that’s no more.” Your head tilted to the side as you looked off to the scene outside. “As for me… I did things… differently…”

It was another dull day for you and you were just observing humans to see who would be a good fit as your vessel. However, being the Monarch of Void and the King of the Forgotten, it was hard to find one that fulfilled your requirements. If only your element was something more common, like Rakan or Sillad, how you envy them.

There wasn’t much time since a (long) while later, the war with the Rulers will commence again and the other Monarchs will be wanting your aid. Ironically enough, they can’t win even with your help. You can’t be bothered with the details, but you do know that time was turned back a number of times. Still, there had to be a limit, you’ll be sure to stand on the winning side when that time comes. Just to reserve your being.

“Hey there.”

You blinked and looked down to your legs, there was a young girl who doesn’t even reach your hip. You looked around and there wasn’t anyone around. You raised a brow at her, there was no way she was talking to you, right? You exist there and not at the same time because it was your own space.

“I know you’re there! Don’t ignore me!”

Bold little human. Your eye twitched in annoyance, without another word, you started walking away. Human children were said to be more keen with the supernatural forces, so you figured it was just that. You can’t inhibit a child’s body, because once you do so, it stops aging and you doubt it could handle the strain.

“No! Don’t leave me! I lost my mommy and daddy!”

You paused in your steps and sure enough, the little girl ran up to you, pausing just before she could bump into you. 

“I’m Kora! What’s your name?” The little girl, now introduced as Kora, greeted you with a bright smile.

She’s blind. You noticed when you looked at her dull eyes. You bend down and looked at her, she ‘looked’ back at you unwavering. You smirked, “Do you even know what your name means?” You didn’t wait for her response as you answered your own question, “It means a hollow or empty vessel. I suits you well. Your eyes are hollow and empty.”

“You’re mean.” Kora pouted.

“Never said I was kind, now did I?” You straightened up and fixed your clothing. You glared down at her with an interested look, then looked up at the sky as a thought came to your mind that made your lips curl into a smirk. You faded into mist and disappeared before her eyes, remaining as space while you observed her.

“Hello? Where did you go?” You noted that Kora was keen enough to know that you were gone. With how she wasn’t running in a random direction, she might have been able to deduce or lucky guess that you were gone through inhuman means. You watched as Kora looked around and around, turning 360 degrees as she tried to pinpoint your location, however, it was a fool’s errand. 

You are space. You are the Monarch of Void. You are the King of the Forgotten.

So it’s impossible for a mere human to locate you.

“Hey! I know you’re here. Don’t look down on me just because I can’t see!”

Amazing. You praised internally at her deed. She was facing ‘you’, giving you the cutest pout a human child could, as if it would make you feel guilt. It did prove something else though. She would be the perfect vessel for you. Yet, for a blind human child, and a girl no less, you doubt she’ll live long.

“How cute.” You hummed and appeared before her, you brought her into your realm with a pull of her forearm. “How about an oath between two special beings?”

“Mommy said I shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

“You’re the one that talk to me first, suddenly you’re aware of the stranger-danger?” You mused with a brow raised and your head tilted. 

“What’s an oath?”

You grinned, “An oath is like a promise but more serious, and one that is sworn to the higher beings. Like a god figure in your human terms. You can break promises, but an oath, well… Not when one’s made with the likes of me.”

“Are you a god then?” Kora innocently asked.

“No, nowhere near that divine... thing... No thanks.” You shivered at the thought. You shook your head, “But here’s the oath I’m suggesting. I can heal your blindness and give you the best of health for years to come.”

“I can see again?!” Kora practically jumped in joy at news. “That’s so good! Daddy and mommy tried so many doctors too! Are you the best doctor in the world?!”

You sweatdropped at the speed of occupation change, from a god to a doctor. That’s one hell of a downgrade. “No, but I do have that power to heal your sight. It’s a simple task.” You glanced over and materialized a potion bottle filled with red liquid. “All you have to do is agree to my terms.”

Kora’s head tilted, “Terms?”

“Yes.” You snapped your fingers. 

Kora gasped and immediately covered her eyes. “What! What is all this?!” She crouched down and shielded her face. “It’s so bright!”

You blinked at her actions, “A taste of what you’ll be given should you agree to the exchange.” You crouched down to her level, though never were you in a human form for you were, at the moment, made of mist. “Try looking through the tiny gaps of your fingers. That should be better.”

“Huh?” Kora tried as you suggested, doing so, she described what she saw to you, “I can see and cannot see something in front of me.”

“It’s called mist. A grey smoky thing, argh, I have no idea of your human terms. But anyways. Yeah, you can see. So? Better than your black dark world, right?” You spoke, raising back to your level.

Slowly, Kora stood up as well and looked around in awe of your domain. She ran around and you let her, watching like some parent. Her waves of laughter rang in the space and her footsteps told you where she was. Then they came back and there was Kora looking at ‘you’. “Doctor. What do I need to give you?”

Awfully smart. 

“You will have perfect sight and health. But, your life will only last until the age of 25.” You spoke solemnly. “Whatever accidents you may meet, you won’t. I will protect you until the time has come.”

Kora looked to the side and then at you, “I’m 5 now…”

“You’ll have 20 years left then.” You plainly told her, there was no use sugarcoating. If she doesn’t agree, you can just take her by force when the time comes. Honestly, there was no need for this exchange in the first place. You only need a healthy and suitable vessel that has an affinity with your element and then you could manage the rest.

“Can I add something?”

Your eyes narrowed. 

Since your glowing eyes were the only visible part to Kora, she immediately knew she was asking too much. “I- I mean- I just want to ask if I can be gone gone after the time.”

Your eyes widened. That shouldn’t be something a child should be concerned with, right? This isn’t normal. This child is not normal. What child thinks about death?!

“I don’t want mommy and daddy to look for me…” Kora played with her fingers. “I heard them crying in the night, they were sad about me… I don’t want mommy and daddy to be sad.”

“You want to be forgotten when your time is up?” You asked to confirm.

Kora nodded.

Well, isn’t she perfect for you? You were going to do that even if she didn’t ask, but since she boldly requested it, you’re not one to deny a child’s wish. “A small matter.” You gave her potion, “So, make your oath, little one.”

“Um, how do you do that?”

“Say your name and what you will do for me.”

“Who are you?”

“The Monarch of Void.”

“Okay. Then…” Kora bowed and vowed, “Kora makes this oath to the Monarch of Void. I will live until I am 25 years old!”

You sweatdropped, maybe she wasn’t as bright. You muffled a chuckle with the clear of your throat. “This oath I hereby stake, a foreshadow of the future to come. I, Monarch of Void, vow on my power as a Monarch; this little one, Kora, will receive perfect sight and health until the age of 25 in human years. In return, she will become… my future vessel.”

Your hand found its way to your beating heart. “I gave a little girl the gift of sight and perfect health until she was 25 years old. That’s when I’ll take her body as my vessel.” You raised your hand at Jinwoo, “Before you jump to a conclusion, she gave her consent to this.”

“I wasn’t going to.” Jinwoo smiled at you, “I’m actually grateful. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“...” You frowned and looked to the side, “I think you would have met me either way.”

“Still, I’m thankful. Because you’re you.” Jinwoo spoke such clingy lines with a smile on his face. Worst of all, it was working. “So what happened next.”

“Nothing special. The little one returned to her parents and they said a miracle happened. She would call me and tell me things, even talking to nothing as if I was there.” You unconsciously smiled at the thought, “She studied and worked part-time, even fell in love with a boy that didn’t deserve her.” Your hands clenched into fists, but you calmed down within seconds, “Yet, he made her happy, so I let him date her. When the time came, I gave her one more day, but she used it to spend some time with me. Then, she was gone. Forgotten…”

There was that far away look in your eyes as you stared out the glass of the gondola lift, as if everything in this world was meaningless to you and you couldn’t care less about what would happen to anything and everything. Maybe even your―

Jinwoo took your hands in his, kneeling before you even in such a cramped space and gazed into your eyes. “She wasn’t forgotten. I can tell you hold her memories close to you. You’re nicer than you’ll admit.”

Blushing wildly, you sprung up and rocked the carriage. “Woah!” You gripped at anything you could, the anything just so happened to be Jinwoo as he got up and perfectly hugged you in his arms before sitting back on his side. The carriage steadied and silence returned. 

Although your face was planted in Jinwoo’s firm and muscular washboard of a chest, you refused to face the music. You froze in your position and remained there, stiff as a rock, not saying a word. Jinwoo did the same, albeit more calmly, he patted the back of your head down to your back then back to your head and it repeated. Slowly, your stiff body relaxed in his hold. 

How long has it been since someone held you like this?

“Monarch of Void! You gave me the best life anyone could have! Thank you. Thank you so much! You’re the goat!”

“I am no farm animal… But you’re welcome, child.”

Your eyes closed and you sighed, your hands wrapped around Jinwoo’s form. You muttered a soft, “Thank you for saying that.”

“Of course.” Jinwoo hummed; you could feel the vibrations from his response and it was soothing as well. You could never see the glow in his eyes and the way he signalled her his Shadows to slow the ride as much as they could. “Anything for you.” Love.

Note: Boom, goes the lore dump!! Hehe. Well, there's also a bit of fluff at the end. Hope you like this one, even though there's not much Jinwoo here.

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[queermasculine]

"i'm always like i guess this is kind of a sexy kink to have i don't mind it and then i see straight men are really drawn to it because they hate women and i'm like actually nevermind" - can you name a "good" "untouched" kink to have, or are they all tainted? What defines what is ok to have and what isn't? What if it's all affected by misogyny, racism, etc? Then no kinks allowed? Where's the line? I'm genuinely curious where you stand here

i find it kind of annoying to be faced with this "Okay name something pure then, or is nothing allowed?" type of questioning just for voicing an experience where i was personally turned off by a type of bigotry that affects me directly – i don't know exactly where our collective lines should be drawn nor do i particularly care to be the one to enforce them, i only know where my own lines are. you just saw me draw one with misogyny – and your first reaction was to push. i don't know that that's a good thing. like i don't think we need to be debating people into being more lenient about misogyny or racism in kink or in porn or in anything else really like i think the problem is still very much the opposite tbh

[reidsapplelady]

ᥫ᭡. SNIPER , SNIPER , SNIPER , SNIPER⊹ — /S.REID/

SUMMARY: The BAU tracks a deadly and arrogant sharpshooter. You, an expert in precision, struggle how familiar the unsub's MO is, and has a genius is always by your side, that looks at you with hearts in his eyes.

PAIRING: s.reid x bau!sharpshooter!reader .. established relationship

WARNINGS: mentions of death & blood.

NOTES: tbh i lowk dont like this?? also i'm experimenting on the layout style on my fics dont mind me raauhfhfjf,, anyways someone needs to give me money lowk i need buldaaakk 💔💔 it was like 2am when i wrote this so i think u should expect somr bad grammar!! i also wrote this i na hurry cause i want to sleep,, angways enjoy!! (word count: 1.7k)

The rooftop was cold. You were standing on a rooftop, and you were carrying your rifle, which was unloaded and disarmed. You weren't here to shoot. You were here to see.

To see how the unsub shot their victim. To observe.

"Around three hundred yards," You mumble to to yourself. You were alone. "Most likely no wind resistance." You say as you observe the area where the victim was shot. A single clean shot. No exit wound. Upper left chest was the usual target for the shooter.

"Impressive." Spencer's voice broke the silence behind you, you flinched when you heard his voice.

"You're late." you murmur.

"Walking up a flight of stairs in a hurry isn't really my thing." He chuckled with a sheepish smile, you turned around to face him, you see that he had a drop of sweat that traveled down his forehead. "Oh, and, I bought you coffee." He held up the cup of coffee as he walks towards you.

You take the cup from him, your fingers slightly brushed against his.

"Thank you." You gave him a small smile before setting the rifle on your shoulder with a hand supporting it, then taking to cup from him to takea sip of the coffee, he gives you a smile back.

You glance back at the slight imprint on the ground, "The tripod was here, I'm guessing the unsub was waiting for the target. they knew the victim's routine." you spoke.

Reid leaned in, "The shot traveled 280 meters, thats almost like 3 football fields. Whoever's doing this is precise and patient. Like a sharpshooter." He hummed.

"I know," you exhale, lips pressed tight. "It's too clean."

"You're worried." Spencer spoke as he observes your face, he sees that your eyebrows are slightly furrowed.

"No, I'm pissed." you corrected him before you put your rifle near it's case, "He knew what he was doing and he wanted us to know." You crossed your arms as you stood up, your gaze went back to the scene.

Everything was now silent, all you could hear was the breeze of the air flowing against your skin and hair, and Spencer was there. Reading your facial gestures, he was there reading you.

"You've gone quiet." He muttered to you.

You didn't look at him, "I'm thinking."

"You do that a lot." He said, his head tilted as he spoke.

You turned your head around to meet his eyes, "You love that about me." You tease as you tilted your head back at him.

"I do." He smiled faintly, "I love everything about you."

The tension between you two thickened, you two were staring at eachother before Spencer spoke.

"We should.. Go back." Spencer suggests as he pointed to the door that led to the staircase. You nodded, you handed your cup of coffee to him before kneeling down to put your rifle in your casing and carrying it with you. You take your coffe back andwalk beside Spencer, having small talk while walking down the stairs to go back to the SUV and head back to the precinct.

Back at the precinct the team gathered around the board littered with crime scene photos and evidence. Three victims, killed from a long distance.

"Two men, one woman," Hotch sighed, "No connection between them that we can currently find. But shot placement is identical, all where the upper left chest is targetted. Fatal, but not instant. Why?"

"It's most likely a showmanship." You hypothesized, "He's basically taunting us by making the fatal shot, he could've killed them in an instant, but he didn't." You shrug as some of the team nodded.

"We charted the elevation points, this unsub likes to do it where he can see everyone and no one can see him." Reid informed as he tapped on the map.

JJ frowned, "So.. We're looking at a pattern based on the environment? Not victimology?"

You hummed, "Every setup so far has minimal wind interference, downward line of sight."

Morgan looked over to you, "You profiling the unsub or yourself?"

You shrug at his words, "Sharpshooters are alike, the difference is the motive. LDSK's are no different."

Hotch looked at you with a measured look, "So the unsub probably has military training. He's confident and arrogant."

You nodded at Hotch's words before turning to Spencer who gives you a small smile. "I think we're ready for a profile." Hotch glances up to the team before heading out of the temporary conference room that the precinct made.

After giving the profile, you sat down in the conference room, you prop your legs on the table as you play with the pen in between your fingers.

Spencer knocked on the open door, "You look.. Stressed." He pursed his lips as he slowly walks beside you, taking a seat to sit with you.

You hummed as you looked at the board in front of you. He watched you for a moment longer. Then, he softly spoke, "You look tired." He repeats his words, but not in an exact way.

"I'm fine, Spence." You turn your head to look at him.

"You say that everytime." He frowned slightly as his hand reached for your stray hair and tucked it behind your ear.

You finally exhaled, "I feel like I've seen this before, but I can't recall who did it."

Soencer didn't offer empty empathy, instead he listened, he listened and read your face. He gently reached out for the pen that you were playing with in between your fingers and set it on the table, then his fingers wrapped around yours. Warm and Comforting.

"We'll see it." He assured you as his grip tightened slightly before letting go, letting his hand relax against yours. "For now, you need rest."

You found the fourth site out of luck, or maybe it wasn't. Either way the UnSub left the shell of his ammunition, with a paper beside it.

The site was a playground.

"He flinched." You murmured as Spencer cane up behind you with a confused look.

"He usually targets left upper chest area. This one was just on the shoulder." You look at him.

He then hummed, "His first mistake."

"He's getting sloppy" You sighed, and something in your head clicked.

"What are you thinking?" Spencer tilts his head slightly as he asks you.

"I don't think this was about the targets."

JJ jogged over the two of you, "We just got something from the precinct." She says as she hands her phone to you.

Hotch sent the image. It was a photo—You. Taken across the street, you were out taking a breather fron things inside the precinct, wearing your leather jacket.

You notice a paper next to the photo. "You look good in black." In red. A color that looked like blood.

You stared at it for a few moments. You hear Spencer's voice next to you. "That looks like blood." He points out. "I think that might be the unsub's, he was no where near the crime scene."

Your breathe hitched, you raise your head to look at JJ. "It's still being processed."

You hand her phone back to her before you walk over to the nearest bench to sit down. Spencer follows you, but doesn't say a thing, until he sits down beside you.

"You're the target. The woman who he shot looked like you." He muttered.

"You think I don't know that?" You snapped, you look at Spencer, wide-eyed, you clear your throat before mumbling an apology to him. He nods in understanding.

After a while, you planned a setup for the unsub. Spencer and JJ disapproved of it, because you would be putting your life at risk. But you assured the team that you wouldn't get killed. Atleast that's what you think.

After you picked the location and time, you had to wait a day before commencing with the plan and it didn't take long for him to find you. You were out in the open, an easy shot, but a bullet flies past you. It makes you suspicious.

Spencer yelled your name from afar, though, you couldn't hear it because you heard another shot, thankfully you ducked to tie your shoe.

"Shots fired! Two shooters!" Morgan's voice blasted through the earpiece.

You fall on your bottom, you see Spencer running towards you, but you paid no mind to him because you were observing the buildings. Then you saw it.

One on the rooftop while the other was in the third floor.

The original was the one who shot you, you don't recognize the other shot made, you figured it was an accomplice or a prodigy of the unsub.

Spencer dropped beside you, "You okay?" he frowned

"Yeah." You pointed to the building where the shots were fired. "I want both of them alive."

And you had to wait for a few moments, before Emily's voice came through the earpiece, "We got the unsub and his assistant."

You sighed out of relief before you slung your arms towards Spencer, giving him a hug.

He pats your back two times before you let go.

Turns out, the unsub was your colleague who was your shooting partner in the practice range back then in the military, when you weren't at the BAU yet. He liked to shoot from heights, and he was dishonorably discharged from the military.

You leaned against the ambulance as the EMT clears you for any injuries. You notice Spencer walking towards you with a bottle of water. He offers it to you and you chuckle before grabbing it.

You took a sip from the water bottle and set it beside you on the ambulance.

"You were.. Brave." He smiled at you.

"I was about to chicken out before the shots were fired." You joke as you held his hand.

"I think.. We should take a break." You purse your lips.

He blinked at you, "From us?" He asks.

"No silly, just from.. Everything. It's been overwhelming for me and I don't know for you."

He nodded, "Did you know that theres a tree in the Amazon Rainforest that stores rainwater in its bark? It's enough to drink from in weeks."

You cock an eyebrow at him, "What are you implying?"

"I'm saying is that I wanna be that bark for you." He smiles sheepishly, "I wanna support you and be there for you."

You stare at him in confusion for a few moments before laughing, "That's such a weird way to put it."

He looks at you lovingly before he presses a kiss on your lips, his hand cups your cheek.

As you two kissed, everything then felt quiet, like the universe suddenly stopped.

Everything was perfect.

Spencer was yours and you were his.

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[stars-obsession-pit]

Try this prompt

https://www.tumblr.com/rottingghosty/777731547603369984/the-realms-pr-dc-x-dp?source=share

I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea what this is that i’ve written. It originally stemmed from one singular idea for an in-universe reply post by a character, but now it’s… whatever this is. So uh… yeah.

Also I spent way too long coming up with “realistic-ish” screen names for these characters just kinda for fun despite the fact that it’s entirely pointless. If any are overlapping with real usernames, it’s purely a coincidence

…and then it sat in my drafts for a long time until i decided to post it now to clear it out

Danny hadn’t expected his Phantom social media account to become that popular.

But even more so than that he especially hadn’t expected the amount of arguing it would generate.

| replying to @\GoGoGhoul

| > my @ is not a Homestuck reference!! @\ectobiologydude

Dumb Fuck. ghosts are imprints of emotion, no shit they resemble them! Mimicry =/= sentience! I bet you think your roomba is sentient too

| replying to \@ectobiologydude

| > #1 Zatanna Fangirl @\magicalgalpalz

Okay first of all how dare you besmirch the good name of Roombas they are perfect.

But also… by that metric, how do you know *humans* are sentient? You can’t see their minds either. At some point you just gotta accept that things that *appear* sentient are good enough.

| replying to \@magicalgalpalz

| > my @ is not a Homestuck reference!! @\ectobiologydude

[meme image: “when I’m in a missing the point competition and the opponent is you”]

| replying to \@magicalgalpalz

| > my @ is not a Homestuck reference!! @\ectobiologydude

Where the fuck did I say that we’re just assuming they’re nonsentient for no reason?

There are actual scientific studies, such as https://www.giw.gov/research/… or heck here’s one from Amity itself: http://fentonworks.com/files/…

| replying to @\ectobiologydude

| > S beve @\idkag00dname

Oh yeah, because the government can always be trusted to tell the truth about things that benefit them and random individuals are never crackpots.

| replying to @\ectobiologydude

| > Phantom’s #2* fan @\ImNumberKwan

Hey man, I guess you might not have heard, but the Fentons rescinded that study.

> 🛏️ 🛏️ノ( º _ ºノ) @\debunkedbed

Why are so many people treating the # PhantomsGhosts thing like it’s real?? It’s obviously just CGI. Well done CGI, sure, but like come on y’all…

| replying to @\debunkedbed

| > a single lovingly 3d modeled cube @\brickeeeeeeee

Dude, do you have any idea how hard accurately lighting transparent stuff is? If this is CGI, I’d sell my left kidney to get whatever computer that was able to render it in a reasonable time frame

| replying to @\brickeeeeeeee

| > 🛏️ 🛏️ノ( º _ ºノ) @\debunkedbed

Oh and you know what accurately lit ghosts would look like? As long as it isn’t blatantly wrong, any way of doing it would feel equally plausible.

It’s honestly pretty genius. Heck, even their floatiness is beneficial for hiding animation errors!

| replying to @\debunkedbed

| > Phantom’s #1 fan @\DashingBaxter

@\debunkedbed @\brickeeeeeeee PHANTOM IS NOT FAKE!!!

@\OGPhantom back me up here!

> 🖥️ 🐛 @\wellwornworms

Hey does anyone else think it’s weird that Amity Park—and especially @\RealFentonWorks—hated ghosts for a while but suddenly came crawling out of the woodwork to defend them?

| replying to @\wellwornworms

| > NAME @\NAME

That’s what I’ve been saying!! Obviously they’ve all been overshadowed! That’s why the GIW is more important than ever!!!

| replying to @\NAME

| > Fenton Works Official @\RealFentonWorks

I assure you, we’re not overshadowed! In fact, our patented Specter Deflector™ (available now for purchase through our website) is able to protect people from ghostly attacks such as overshadowing!

| replying to @\RealFentonWorks

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THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT SOMEONE OVERSHADOWED WOULD SAY!

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"i think i like u"

Hamzahthefantastic x influencerreader! ⚠: fluff, making out out, suggestive, alcohol wrd count: 1.6k

part 4 | navi

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mandys_iphone: I love you more than my boyfriend 🥺 ↳ yourusername: wait I am your boyfriend ↳ thatmartinkid: alright bru 😑

hamzahthefantastic: I got a crush on u ↳ yourusername: 2hollis refrence..right? ↳user2009: ???

ilovey/n: I know aritzia hates seeing Mandy and y/n coming

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Hamzah's head replayed that one night three days ago in your apartment. His fingers clicking on the keyboard wasn't helping. Martin's and Ashley's conversation went in one ear and out the other. The way your lips were pink and glossy, your hair a little messy. He licked his lips just thinking about the wet intimate kiss. He sighed as he hated how he didn't make a bigger, bolder move. But again, you guys just met. But how could he be that in love with someone who might not even like him like that. The thought lingered whenever he was with you.

"Hamzah!" Martin called out as he swung his head back. "Dude, we've been calling you for like 10 times already!" Martin looked directly at Hamzah. Almost as if he was sucking the moment you and Hamzah had together. "S-sorry, Just busy email-ing...Um what's uh, what's the problem" Hamzah looked at the computer and back at Martin obnoxiously. Ashley laughed as Martin did so too. "Did you not sleep last night or something?" Ashley chuckled

he did not.

busy awake thinking about you.

"My neighbors were having a party, so no." Hamzah swallowed his embarrassment as he spun his chair back facing the computer again. He rand his hands through his hair hating how glued you were on his mind.

You were met with Rudy and Eddy scratching at your loafers as you giggled, "awhh my boys, It's been forever!" you squealed as you pet the two pups. "I missed your house so much Mandy. Seriously." you placed your purse on the coat hanger as the smell of vanilla and wood hit your face. "Okay, I have a couple outfits planned and since Mexico is very hot I'm guessing, I have a bunch of tanks." Mandy opened the shopping bags on the counter. She had asked you to come along as she was a week from leaving on a bae-cation with Martin to Cancun, Mexico. She had also asked to pet sit and house sit and obviously you could never say no to Mandy.

After 3 hours of Mandy trying on a bunch of outfits, skirts, and dresses, she had already packed a lot of her clothes into her luggage. You were both making dinner sipping on some wine as Love Island was playing in the back.

"Soooo, any boys here caught your interest?" she slightly spun her glass as you immediately thought of Hamzah. That night he came over to your place. The smell of his cologne and the weed making you super horny, You could have fucked that guy right then and there but there was a grudge holding you back. That "Does he even like me back" grudge.

"no.." you said bluntly, taking a swig of your wine as you tried to hide your giant grin.

"Seriously? No one has tried to at least ask you for your number?" Mandy said taken aback. You bit your tongue trying your best not to spill his name out. "Well, I invited this guy to my place and we smoked and what not." You blushed looking down at your drink. "Righttt" she dragged, "And we might have made out afterwards.." you bit your lip as she gasped "y/n! Oh my gosh! Are you guys talking?!" she held her hand over her mouth as you shrugged. "I don't think so..." You shook your head as you remembered that night with Hamzah. "I'm pretty sure he had or has a girlfriend anyways.." you pulled a random lie out of your ass as you avoided any more questions. "Oh girl we gotta go out someday." She poured more wine into her glass as you scoffed, "They gotta fit certain requirements though, not letting anyone get a piece of this!" You winked as you clinked your glass with Mandy as she poured wine into your glass. As you two were finishing the pasta the front door creaked open as you saw Martin and Hamzah walk inside greeting the pets. "Y/n, what a surprise!" Martin walked over to you hugging you and Mandy. You locked eyes with Hamzah as it seemed as if he was getting hot just by looking at you. He looked at your skimpy skirt that was just above your thighs. Was there something that you wore that was ever not sexy? You walked towards him as you hugged him, his hands slithering to your waist, "missed you" You whispered as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, "Alcohol got a hold of ya'?" he questioned as you rolled your eyes and handed him a glass. "Not yet" you opened the wine glass as you poured some into his glass.

Claire and Chase had come over aswell as the six of you spent the rest of the night making drinks and playing games. You felt Hamzah give you swift glances at you all night. Most of you were tipsy as Chase had cleared the gap between you and Hamzah. You looked over at Hamzah as he had that tipsy look on his face. He patted the open space next to him as you scoot over to him. "Came running huh?" he teased as you scoffed, "Just be glad I'm here" you hummed as were leaned against his shoulder as his hand was wrapped around you, playing with his fingers. "You know, I couldn't stop thinking about Wednesday" he said lowly making sure no one heard. He would have had to be at least very tipsy to admit this to you. Which he was. "me neither." a small tint of red foreshadowed on your cheeks. Hamzah felt more bold than ever. He wanted to admit he liked you already as he hoped you'd give the same answer too. In the span of hours all of you guys were together he was defiantly the one who drank the most. "Your stunning you know that right?" he groaned as you smirked, "Stop Hamzah. Your drunk..." you looked over at him as brought your legs on his lap. The same way as you did that night. "Fuck I couldn't stop staring at you on the day of the shoot." He sighed. You felt yourself get hot as you looked over at Hamzah who leaned closer to your ear, placing soft and gentle kisses on your neck and below your ear. "Your everything I ever want" he slurred as you giggled. You cupped his face as you wished you were alone with him. You got up from the couch as you waited for everyone to be 100% distracted as Hamzah followed you outside.

"Hamzah you suck at being discreet" you giggled as you were pinned against the wall next to the front door, "Can't control myself around you y/n." he huffed as his lips wasted no time crashing onto yours. His hands wrapped around your waist as yours were around his neck. His tongue slipped into your mouth tasting every bit of you. The 4 glasses of wine you had tonight. His knee parted your legs as your skirt slid up your thigh. A shiver shot down your spine as you felt the cold breeze in the air. His hand slowly reached down to your leg lifting it up as small grunts echoed from your mouth to his. His grip was harder from hearing your low groans. His hand slowly but carefully moving down to your ass. His hand cupped your ass as you moaned. "Fuck-" he cussed, "Don't start.." he said in between kisses. Suddenly you heard his phone buzz in his front pocket. You felt the vibration through your clothed skirt as you yelped. His lips parted from yours as he reached for his phone.

It was Martin.

"Hello?" Hamzah questioned, "Dude where are you, and have you seen y/n?" Martin questioned through the phone. "She got a call from her manager and she asked for me to come with her...She just got off the phone though." "Hm, alright. Hurry up. We're about to play Uno!" Martin said as Hamzah gulped as he quickly hung up. "Sorry.." Hamzah sighed as he put his phone back into his pocket, You swiped your finger across his lips smearing off the lipstick you had on.

"Where were you guys?" Mandy questioned as if she was worried. "I had got a call and I didn't wanna go out there myself...sorry." you set your phone on silence as she sighed in relief "Oh okay, come one last round and I'll see if Martin can drop you guys off!" She smiled as she dragged you to the couch. You all played one last round and before being dropped off after.

[Next day]

You groaned as your head was ringing from how much you had drank last night. Not to mention you and Hamzah's make out sesh in the front door. Your lips suddenly curled from what you remembered. The way he was so good at kissing and his hand placement. You squealed in excitement as you got up and cleaned your room. As you hoped out of the shower you heard you had got a message. It was Hamzah.

You heard a knock at your door as you opened it and saw Hamzah standing there with two Tim Hortons bags. His hair was messy as his glasses covered his eyebags. You stepped aside letting him in as you giggled. "Thank you but you didn't have too Hamzah." you pouted as handed you an iced coffee. "Oh my- How'd you know!" you jumped up and down as he smirked "I know my ways with the ladies" he teased as you sat beside him, "Promise I'll pay you back" you wrapped your arms around his neck "No, It's on me. You know I'll never make you pay for anything" he cooed. You felt a small warmness on the apple of your cheeks rise as you pecked him on the cheek.

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adri's note: I hate this sm omg...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wayward 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, arranged marriage, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Duke!Steve Rogers (Medieval AU)

A Knights, Kings, and Knaves Story

Summary: you accompany the court to a foreign kingdom for a tournament of four kings and find yourself entwined with a staunch duke.

Note: Finally digging into Steve's.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

"Posture," your father jabs your side meanly.

You push your shoulders wide and raise your head. You're gown is soaked with sweat. The heat is sweltering, permeating the layers around you. A week thus far and you cannot take the Wakandan weather.

Your father huffs and sends you another derisive glare. He never has much more for you than that. You can hardly blame him. You've offered nothing but disappointment.

Your older sister, Agnes, his favourite, could not travel for her condition. Wed and awaiting her first child. Halina, your younger sister, wed as well, remains at home as well. Her husband did not earn an invite upon the travel party. Why your father brought you, you cannot fathom. Your mother would not say either. He hardly has a mind for you as he spends much of his time in the king's ear.

You peek over at the man. One of four kings expected. The resident ruler of Wakanda, T'Challa, sits upon a seat made of bone. You could not guess a creature so large as to have a skeleton so gargantuan. Then there is King Thor of Asgard, wearing a sleeveless tunic of red as his thick arms glisten with sweat, his golden hair drawn up in a top knot. He looks to fair about as well as you in the climate.

Then, King Tony, your own monarch, in black and gold, unamused as he faces down a fourth man. One who is not a king. Duke Steve Rogers stands upon his introduction, unfazed by the disappointment of his audience.

"What do you mean he isn't here?" King T'Challa asks with a tilt of his head.

"He will be."

"But his banners are here. His men?" King Thor wonders as he wipes his forehead of sweat.

"He travelled separate due to... some unforeseen circumstances." The duke responds evenly. His thick hair droops forward and he flicks his back. His beard is just as dense along his jaw.

"Might we know of these circumstances?" King Tony challenges.

"He will arrive shortly," the noble answers, unaffected.

"You might stand as his agent but you are not king," Tony retorts. "Mind your tongue."

"I've said nothing to deserve remonstrance. I act upon my king's will, not yours. If that doesn't please you, then it is not my issue at hand," Rogers folds his hands neatly before his tunic. "We've come as promised. We are ready for the tournament and we bring our offering for the prizes. And we will supply some staples for the feasting. I believe we have more than met our obligations."

Tony scoffs and T'Challa stands. He comes down from his seat on the platform and opens his arm to the duke. "You are welcome here in my kingdom," the king declares. "As all kings have sworn, we meet on common ground. In peace. We will await King Bucky and we know it will be worth the delay."

He embraces the duke. They part and Rogers looks around. Thor stands and bounds across to him.

"I might be the only gladdened by your arrival. Let us go and see the plains. You will not believe the wild cats," the large man herds the duke away.

Your father clears his throat. The noise draws the eye of your king. Tony gestures with his fingers. Your father growls under his breath.

"A waste," he mutters. "That damnable king does as he might and keeps us all waiting." He faces you. "Come, there is no purpose for us until he arrives." He looks you over with a curl of his lip. "Perhaps in the meantime, you might have your gowns tailored for the heat. No gentleman can admire a lady dripping like a sieve."

You wipe your sweaty face with your sleeves, "father, most sorry. It is very hot--"

"We all suffer but we do not all whine," he snaps his hand like a beak. "Go back to your chambers. I have business still."

You hide your agitation. It isn't you who asked to come along to this place. If it were up to you, you would be back home, wiling away the hours in the garden. You will settle for being away from him.

🛡

Gertrude pulls you by your arm. You try to slow her as your elbow feels ready to come out joint. Your soles slip on the floor.

"Where are we going?" You tug but she doesn't relent.

"I met some awfully nice ladies. So beautiful," she says. "It's terribly dull around here."

"So it might be but my father--"

"He is rather too busy, isn't he?" She challenges.

"Hm, I suppose."

She tugs you out into the sunlight and you wilt. You shield your eyes as you she drags you around the castle to the courtyard. There's a cluster of women sitting upon a silken blanket. They weave each other's hair in pairs.

"Zolana," she cheeps as she lets you go. "I've brought another."

There are other women from your kingdom. You know many by name thought they don't often speak with you. Gertrude does but only because she is younger.

"Oh little fox," one beckons to you. "Look how you melt like butter."

You don't know what else to do so you approach and drop down to your knees. You tug at your skirt as it catches under you and sweat glosses over your lashes.

"Come, let me."

Her skin is supple and rich. You admire the dark hue as she reaches for you. The tear at the seam of your sleeves makes you gasp. With a small curved blade, she cuts through the thread and strips away the fabric from around your arms. You cross them defensively as you stare at the ruin of your dress.

"Much better," she takes the fabric and tears it, "now, here, put your back to me."

You bat your eyes and obey. It does feel lighter without the extra burden. You sit and look off at the emerald and gold horizon.

"I am Sefu," she says. "And your name?"

You answer as she sweeps the cloth over your hair and wraps it around snugly, hiding your hair so that it stays away from your face.

"Very good." She moves around you to check the front. "Beautiful."

"Oh, thank you," you touch the fabric.

"Mm, yes, the lost cubs need some help through the brush," she smiles.

You smile back. Your father will be upset to find you gone, more so at the state of your dress, but for now, you will bask in the relief. You know whatever spurred him to bring you along, will soon unfold.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

would you be against showing all of your tattoos in a tumble post? i’ve only ever seen glimpses of them in some of your photos but they look so cool!! no pressure or anything if you don’t want to of course<3

Of course! I've acquired a lot of new followers and since I got most of my ink over 10 years ago, I just tend to forget it's all there. Which I guess can be surprising given how I like to dress.

My left arm is fairly chaotic, whatever old and new passions I felt like commemorating when the urge struck me. I want to do a proper full color sleeve for my right arm (most likely medieval marginalia), maybe when I turn 50 in a few years. I also like the idea of a chest piece, but cannot decide what to get.

I also have a fading (by design) tattoo of Sam Vimes' Summing Dark scar on my right wrist. It was my first tattoo:

Here's a few shots of my chaos arm:

And a list of what I have:

A portion of M.C. Escher's "crab canon" tessellation inside of a visual representation of a J.S. Bach crab canon (a piece of music that is played forward and backwards at the same time - think of it like a palindrome). This is a very niche reference to the book, Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid, by Douglas Hofstadter. It is a very dense book on the mind and machines and was a formative tome my oboe teacher (also a mathematician) gave me when I was 13 or 14, when he saw I was a bit of a polymath.

A wavelength of an oboe playing the note A 440, which tunes the orchestra. Aka, part of my old job.

Bubble chamber trails, used in the study of particle physics

The golden ratio

The "hydrogen spin flip transition," which is used on the Voyager Golden Record as the primary unit of measure

A buckminster fuller ball

Pawprints from my last 3 departed cats (I plan to keep with this tradition for current and future pets)

The Penrose triangle

Part of a crease pattern of a songbird by Robert Lang, one of my childhood origami idols. He was very amused when I emailed him if I could get the tattoo.

The orbits of the Galilean moons

A dip circle recovered from the scattered remnants of the Franklin Expedition

I might get a few more random things and also have an idea for a motif w/pipes and smoke to fill the empty spaces and make it look more like a cohesive sleeve. :)