#I took a nap and immediately woke up to bullshit

[shiniganja]

"haha, shein and temu shoppers are now crying because of packages being blocked in the US"

YOU KNOW WHO'S ALSO CRYING???

ME

THE PERSON THAT HAS TO WORK 90HRS TO AFFORD RENT AND EGGS BECAUSE OUR ECONOMY IS FUCKED AND NOW CAN'T EVEN BUY THINGS WITH THAT STUPID HEADBAND WEARING FUCK ON IT FOR SEROTONIN BECAUSE THIS STUPID RANCID PILE OF DOG SHIT MASQUERADING AS A COUNTRY IS NO LONGER GETTING PACKAGES FROM HONG KONG AND CHINA I HATE IT HERE

[streetlightyeri]

red, white & blue ; r.c

- where rafe thinks he can complete your outfit.

w.c: 1427

content warnings: 18+ MDNI. public sex, oral (m), soft dom!rafe, facial. no descriptors of fmc. not proofread.

a/n: I wrote this in like 30 minutes after I woke up from a nap I took while working on my Scott fic (I promise chapter 2 is coming, it's just that my doc is over 55 pages long and I'm still not done lol). enjoy<33

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“Y’want me to complete your outfit?” Rafe asked, glancing between his girlfriend and where he was driving the golf cart. It was late afternoon, but it was mid-summer - July 4th to be exact - so the sun was still high enough that they didn’t need the headlights.

She was sitting next to him in a tennis skirt with the side ties of her blue bikini sticking out, matching the bikini top she wore. Her skin was a light, sunburnt red from the last few days she spent with him in the sun, either at the golf course, the beach, or his pool. He glanced down at her crossed legs, her right foot lightly bumping his leg as they drove; she had visible tanlines of her normal strappy sandals that she replaced with her Birkenstocks for today.

She cocked her head in confusion, “What d’you mean?”

He tried to hide the smirk that was growing on his face, but he couldn’t. “You have red and blue . . . I can add the white.”

She gasped and hit his arm, but he didn’t miss the way her thighs tightened at his words and the way she shifted in her seat. “We’re in public!”

He pulled the golf cart to the side, parked in a way that anyone approaching would see the back of his head. He slid closer to her, knocking her leg back to the floor. His warm hand found its place on her thigh, squeezing it as he brought his lips to her ear, “Come on, baby . . . don’t you want me to make you pretty?”

He grinned into her hair as she bit her lip. “What if someone sees?”

“We’re at the last hole. No one around us; they’re all too busy fucking around back at the front or have all left to go watch fireworks or some bullshit.”

Truth was, she was ready to give in the second he mentioned it. Anything Rafe wanted, he got, and vice versa. She turned her head to capture his lips, feeling his triumphant grin against her face at his win. He immediately pushed his tongue into her mouth, effectively placing her under his spell. Her manicured hand found the front of his pants while he continued to handle her thigh. He grunted against her lips when she squeezed his length through his pants. He used his free hand to grab her wrist and move it to his belt, feeling her slender fingers under his pull the leather through the metal.

When she popped his button and lowered his zipper, Rafe broke the kiss. He spared another look around for her sake; he didn’t actually care if someone saw, but if she was truly concerned with it, he’d humor her.

He grabbed her hips and helped get her to her knees without hitting anything. He instantly split his legs open to make room for her, his knees extending from one end of the cart to the other.

She always forgot how godly he looked when she was on her knees, leaving her awestruck whenever she got in that position. He had an elbow drawn back over the seatback while his other hand brushed a few strands of hair that escaped her updo out the way.

She placed her hands on his thighs, absentmindedly applying pressure with her fingertips when he placed his hand under her chin to lift her gaze. His thumb ran over her lip, pulling her bottom one before letting it fall back and pressing his thumb into her mouth and onto her tongue. She immediately wrapped her lips around it, eyes fluttering closed for a moment at the action as she tasted his sweat. He pulled it out with a plop and spread her spit around on her lips as he whispered, “So fuckin’ pretty. All for me, huh?”

She nodded earnestly; everything and everyone outside of her and Rafe were an afterthought pushed far into the recesses of her mind. “Yes, Rafey. All for you. Only for you.”

His smirk showed the tip of one of his canines. “Good,” he simply stated before slapping her cheek. “Now suck.”

She whimpered at the stinging skin, thighs closing together. Her hands slid up his thighs before her fingers found the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down just enough to free his already hard cock. She looked up at him through her lashes when she pumped him, once, twice. She watched his Adam’s apple jump when a rumble escaped him. He adjusted his hips for better access. She felt the intensity of his gaze, the warning he was sending her if she teased any more. So she let the tip of his cock hit her outstretched tongue. She gave a few kitten licks before pulling off to spit onto his shaft.

“That’s it baby, that’s my good girl,” he praised, watching as she pumped her saliva up and down him before lowering her mouth to him. His cock was heavy on her tongue; he was big - huge. She felt her cheeks burn the longer she worked him, trying to accommodate his size. Spit bubbled from the corners of her mouth, rolling down his shaft to meet with the hair at his base that trailed up his abdomen.

She knew Rafe was getting impatient with himself, trying to let her take the reins and go her speed since they were so out of her comfort zone, but she could tell in the way he gave short thrusts that he was itching to take back control. Her hand that wasn’t cupping his balls found one of his, threading their fingers together. His thumb rubbed soft circles on her skin before she brought his hand to the back of her head.

He needed no more encouragement. He wrapped his hand around her updo and started to push her farther onto his dick. The deeper he felt himself pushing, the louder her noises got. She balled her fists, trying to focus her breathing through her nose that was now touching his curls. Her nostrils filled with the scent of his cologne and his sweat, prompting her to whimper around his cock. He thrust his hips up at the stimulation, making her gag in response. He pulled her off himself, her hands taking her place, twisting around him as she gasped for air. Once again, a smirk took over his face, this time at the sight of the string of spit still connecting the two and the tear tracks on her cheeks.

When she finally got enough air, he lowered her back down, starting a steady rhythm as he murmured praises to her between thrusts, “That’s it . . . doin’ so - fuckin’ - good for me. Y’know I love your fucking mouth.”

She hummed in response, relaxing her throat as he fucked into her. Rafe had a tell when he was about to finish; everytime, without fail, he would twitch in her mouth. At that, she pulled back, resisting Rafe’s attempts to bury himself back to the hilt in her throat. He relented his grip at her insistence, but kept his hand territorially on the back of her head as she once again brought her hands to jerk him.

Her words were breathy, as though she was still trying to fill her lungs with air as she spoke, “Y’wanted to make me pretty, Rafey. Do it.”

That snapped him into action. He tightened his grip again on her hair, preventing her from moving from her spot before slapping her hands away to replace with his own free one. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation, eyes closing as she listened to the sounds of him jerking himself off, grunts of her name on his lips. “Gonna cover you in my fuckin’ cum. I should make you walk around with it. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

He finished with a heavy breath, ropes of his cum finding home on her face, with a few drops on her upper chest and breasts that began to drip down her sunburn-hot skin and into her bikini top. He tucked himself back into his pants and redid his belt, ordering her to stay still. He slid his phone out his pocket and snapped a photo of her before he used his thumb to wipe the line of his cum off her eye and gave her the okay to open them again. He thrust his thumb back into her mouth; she made quick work of cleaning it off.

Rafe ran a hand down her hair. “Told you I’d complete your outfit.”

[thescarletwriter-414]

Thank you for taking care of me

Summary: Reader is having a terrible period and Steve takes care of you.

Warnings-talks of periods and period pain, afab reader. I think that’s it but if I missed something let me know

I was having one of the worst periods of my life a few weeks ago so I wrote this. Hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 1300

You had been laying on your and Steve's couch unable to get up. You’d been in the same position since you got home after your boss sent you home from work, due to the stabbing period cramps you had been dealing with all day. 

Your periods usually always sucked, but this was the period from absolute hell. Even your boss noticed. You had never been more thankful for having an understanding boss. 

You kept doubling over in pain from the cramps, not being able to hide the pain you were in.  After the third or fourth time your boss asked what was wrong and you told him. “It’s just my period, I-” He stopped you right away, “Ah, I don’t need to hear the details, just take the rest of the day.” You tried to tell him you’d be fine, but he quickly dismissed your protests and gave you the look that told you he wasn't buying your bullshit. “It’s not a request.” You sighed, but quickly thanked him and went to the back of the store to grab your stuff. 

“Do you want me to call that boyfriend of yours to come and pick you up?” You smile at the mention of Steve. “No, it’s okay.” You told him as you tugged your jacket on. “The walk might do me good.” 

It didn’t do shit, but you at least got some fresh air. 

When you got home you called Family Video right away to tell Steve he wouldn’t have to pick you up. You usually always got off work after him on Thursdays, so he’d swing by the record store you worked at and pick you up. 

The phone only rang twice before you heard Robin’s raspy voice on the other end. “This is Family Video; how can I help you?” 

“Hey rob, it’s me.” 

“Oh, hey y/n/n. What’s up?” 

“Will you tell Steve he doesn’t have to pick me up tonight?” 

“For sure. Is everything okay?” from the tone of her voice you could tell your anxiety riddled friend was worried. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just having a really bad period day.” 

“Okay, I'll relay the message to your boy toy. Feel better y/n/n.” 

“Thanks rob.” 

You then plopped yourself face down onto the soft cushions of your and Steve’s couch. You stared at the blank tv screen unable to muster up the energy to get up and turn it on. 

You must have dozed off at some point because you woke up to a very pretty man crouched down in front of you, petting your hair. Even with your half-lidded eyes you could tell he was freaking out at your state. 

You also hardly ever took naps, so coming home and finding you asleep at 5;30 definitely worried him. 

"Baby, what happened?" His hand fell from your head as you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Robin told me you came home early from work." he got up from his crouched position in front of you and moved to sit next to you, immediately reaching for your hand. "Are you sick or something?" 

You smiled at me sleepily. "No, I'm okay baby." 

"Well you're obviously not okay, baby just tell me what's going on." He says, reaching out and cupping your check with his left hand, pulling you to face him and slowly stroking the soft skin of your cheek with his thumb. 

"I'm just on my period." You tried to reassure him. "I was having really bad cramps all afternoon, so Tony sent me home." 

"Oh baby I'm sorry." He looked genuinely heartbroken at the fact you didn't feel good. 

"It's okay Stevie I prom- " You doubled over in pain. Whoever it was that was using your uterus as a stress ball decided that was the perfect moment to interrupt you.

Steve arms reaching out immediately, his nerves jumping through the roof. He hated seeing you in pain. 

“Baby?” His voice had a slight shakiness to it. You mustered your best smile, trying to reassure him. 

“I’m good.” 

“You are in no way ‘good’” His hands rub up and down your back until the cramp subsides a little. 

You slump back into the couch, Steve moving to lay next to you. His hands traveled down to rub your tummy. You put your hands on top of his and press down. Steve got the message right away and pressed his hands onto your stomach, the pressure bringing some relief to your aching stomach. Steve had done this for you before. You get cramps with every period, so at least once a month you and your loving boyfriend lay together with his warm hands putting pressure on your lower abdomen. 

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He looks so sad. He knows you’re okay, it’s just your period, you’re not dying he has to remind himself. But it hurts him so bad seeing you in pain. 

“I could go for some mint chip ice cream.” 

“You got it.” He shoots up from the couch and jogs over to the freezer looking for both of your favorite snack. But there was none left. 

He walks back over to the couch. “We’re out, but it’s okay cause I’m gonna run to the store to grab some and maybe burgers and fries. Does that sound good for dinner?” 

You smile at him, your first genuine smile of the day. He always knew exactly what to do to make you feel better. “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

“Cool.” he grabs his keys and wallet off the coffee table then leans over you to give you a kiss. Your hands grab the side of his face pulling him in closer to you. “I’ll be right back okay.” he tells you, trying to pull away, but you grab at the front of his shirt and pull him back down and give him another deeper kiss. “Baby, you gotta let go if you want ice cream.” he giggles, prying his lips from yours and smiling down at you. 

“But I don't want you to leave me.” you pout, still not letting go of him. 

Smirking at you, he asks. “Do you wanna go with me?” 

“Yes, but I don’t want to get up.” 

Without missing a beat, he scooped you up into his arms. “You don’t have to.” You wrap your around his neck snuggling your head into his chest. You let out a content sigh. God, you loved this man. 

He carried you outside and placed you gently into the passenger seat of the car. 

You waited while he ran into the store then you got the promised burgers and extra-large fry on the drive back home.

Plopping back onto the couch with a handful of fries you watch Steve rummage through your vhs’s looking for a movie to put on. You didn’t ask him too; you didn’t say a word in fact. He just knew you and knew what you needed. 

He popped it in and sat on the couch pulling you into his chest, you both facing the tv watching the opening credits play. 

His left hand wrapped around your waist and his right moved to rub your tummy. You felt his shoulder nudge you and you turned to face him. His mouth hung open waiting for you to feed him some fries. A smile grew on your face as you stared at him with such adoration and love in your eyes. 

He catches you staring and blushes. “What? Do I have ketchup on my face or something?” 

“No.” you giggle. “I just love you so much.” he blushes even harder. “I love you too.” 

You lean up kissing him gently. “Thank you for taking care of me.” you say pulling away. 

“Of course.” he smiles back at you. “I mean it is one of the job requirements,” he jokes. 

“Oh really. And what exactly is the job?” you ask. 

“Being your soulmate.” 

You smile again then wince, another cramp hitting you hard. He pulls you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “I got you baby.” 

Your heart feels so happy despite being in pain. This boy loves you so much, and you’ll never understand why he picked you, but you were so glad he did. 

[lehdenlaulu]

Liveblog of Act 2 continues:

Decided to skip the Mausoleum for now and woke up Art from his little shadow nap instead. Turned out to be a good idea because now I got Halsin. Who immediately gave me all kinds of wedding vows. 😂 Okay, not really. But... guess that's just how the dude rolls. Hah.

He's also a true himbo, huh? Kind of heart, jacked as hell, dumb of ass. INT 8, y'all. Took pity on his saving throws and gave him a couple of extra points. Okay, to be fair his STR is not that impressive either, considering.

Took him to look for Oliver and he and Shadowheart immediately started insulting each other. 😂

And of course half the camp immediately started going 'ooh, nice muscles' about him. 😂

He's adorable, though. And I'm honestly still so glad for both us and Dave Jones that we got to keep him

Okay, got the romance scene with Gale under slightly better circumstances, and tried to talk him out of the whole sacrificing himself thing of course, and decided to forgo his illusions because I feel like that's what Valisa would choose. Didn't expect the fade to black, though, huh.

...but of course, I had to see the illusion version as well. His tower in Waterdeep! 🥹 The book seduction from the EA! Didn't go all the way with the illusion though because, again, Valisa prefers reality in the end. Or something as close to it as is possible in a dream.

Gods, but that little relieved, slightly incredulous laugh when you tell him you're in love with him too?? 🥺🥺🥺

Now I'm here all misty-eyed because it's all so beautiful and he's so happy and she's so happy and they're so in love and even though he's now resolved to stay alive I'm not counting on a happy ending just yet. Mystra, I swear to Ao I'll punch you in the tits yet if you pull some bullshit. 😭

"I said exactly what I meant: I love you. You should never, never doubt that." I won't. 😭

I'm really glad they slowed it down from what it was in EA because it's so much more believable now, that they're genuinely in love by this point. Especially with him telling what the deal is well before things proceed to this level. So good. 💜

...huh, I got the option to 'dump' Karlach for Gale when I talked to her?? Here I thought I turned her down the first time around?? Did the game consider me giving her a hug a romantic thing?? What is this, Dragon Age?? Okay, to be fair, DOS2 kinda did that too. Wyll at least apparently took the hint when I turned him down after the dance. So maybe it's a bug.

I mean, the game still hasn't had a proper first patch yet, lots of little things that are a little off, it's to be expected.

Anyway, think I'll end this on a happy note and do all the big stuff the next time.

[khajiit-journal]

Turdas, Morning Star 02, 2025

(Thursday, January 02, 2025) Holidays: Scour Day

First up, I'm gonna discuss my dream, as will be the standard going from now on. My dreams quickly faded from me so there's not much to say.

I had someone send me an ask about Clavicus Vile, but I didn't quite get around to answering it before I woke up. I suppose this could be a call to talk to Them some more. It's also possibly a "Hey, you're gonna get an ask" thing, because it could have been my prophetic bullshit.

In another dream, I had to rush into an art class in this repeating high school setting, and I made some new friends. I could be being asked by my dreams to make some new friends at this time.

I had another adventure dream, but it's already completely vanished from memory.

And in yet another dream, I broke my protection amulet. I don't know how, but I remember hearing it snap and looking down at the broken amulet. This is most likely a manifestation of my anxiety about doing just that than a bad omen, considering everything. (It's later in the day, and I did break my amulet. I had an extra stick picked out just for this but it's still... yeah. I assume it broke when I was carrying down my laundry. I talk more about it below.)

I took a nap today, and I had another dream. I was on a journey in a familiar dream-town, my dreams use recurring location, and it was snowing again.

In the same town, in another dream, it was Summer. I had to travel along the road on hands and knees, before making it to the zoo. The polar bears weren't okay, nor were these Shaymin looking creatures. I fixed the polar bear enclosure with great difficulty. I should check to see if Shaymin wants anything from me because I wasn't thinking of Shaymin or anything lately and dreamt of Them needing some assistance. Not that Shaymin will need assistance, I'm just a mortal, but more that this is Their way of getting my attention.

— ☆ —

Happy Scour Day! Today is a day of cleaning so I tidied up my desk and my altars. I also did my laundry today which I was really putting off lol. I hate doing laundry.

Tomorrow, my ordered items should arrive, which makes me happy. That should be the Rumi Oracle (thanks to my QPP who sent me money for that for Yule), Sibilla Oracle (a standard card set like Lenormand/Kipper, because I need to collect all of these I can for the special interest), Seasons of the Witch: Imbolc Oracle, and a Mahjong set (which is also for divination).

The Skyrim tarot did arrive today! I got bonked immediately with a "You know you're being haunted, right?" Which yes I am well aware. I appreciate the notice, though, and the reassurance that yes, this is a haunting.

My decks all talked to each other about the haunting to catch Keizaalhahnufiik up to speed at my request, because I didn't want to explain the haunting again. I'm looking forward to properly using this deck as well, and getting to know Keizaal and how They speak and communicate. I know they enjoy xeir new name, which is Dovahzul for Skyrim Dream Mirror directly, because I felt like it was a fitting name.

I really wish I could handle this haunting peacefully. When it comes to spirits I like to remember that sometimes, they're acting for a reason, and are not completely and utterly malefic. But every attempt to talk to this spirit has failed, so I must assume the worst and do my worst for my own safety at this point, especially considering part of the haunting is enduring accidents which could easily scale up and become worse than the minor inconveniences they are now.

Anyways, I think I'm done bitching about the haunting all the time. I'm working on it. I'll have it resolved soon enough.

I got my devotional challenge for yesterday and today done, because I forgot to do it yesterday, so I made up for it today. I worry my poems are a bit... not great, but I don't think the gods care. All they care about is that I did it at all.

I did this weeks witchquest, which was logging everything you have tool and ingredient wise. It didn't take me too long, i just went through my herb/spice cabinet, and I already had a list of my tools so I didn't need to do that part again. I thought it was a daily quest but upon further inspection and reading more clearly, it's a weekly quest thing. Should make it easier to do.

I've never done witchquest before, because I wasn't on Tumblr before (well technically my main is super old but I didn't even log in for years). So I'm excited to participate.

I'm mostly thinking about how I did break my amulet today. It's a bit sad, but not so sad that I think it's my gut trying to tell me something about it. It was most likely just an accident - I held my laundry basket up to it and it snapped, most likely is what happened. So I'm not devastated and/or in danger, I don't think.

I generally work on that these things break for a reason. In this case, because they can no longer do the job they're meant to do. Though, like I said, this was most likely an accident, so no job was really fully done.

I made this amulet to protect me from the haunting spirit. I made a new one as soon as I realized it broke. It should serve me well again. I'll be more careful this time.

I do notice to myself that when I cut my sticks, I thought to myself "I need a third". And then not even a week later, I need the third I cut. So I think this was gonna happen regardless. And I was prepared. So tomorrow, I'll go cut more stems, just to be ready in case it happens again. But I plan on being more careful this time.

I will return the broken stick to the rose bush tomorrow morning, as to thank and return to the earth. Maybe a bird can make use of it or something like that.

I got a lot of other stuff done. I worked a bit on Clavicus Vile's quick start which I hope to finish tomorrow. It just didn't want to come to me today. Tomorrow I also plan on doing a proper cleansing ritual. I also, today, got more "my deck overview posts" written down. They're in the queue for now on my readings blog. My spelltome blog actually has like 30+ posts in the queue, which will slowly but surely post over time. I keep adding new posts to it because I follow a lot of good witchcraft blogs, so that blog will be set for a while.

I'm turning devout-of-the-elder-scrolls into having more images and more of a slight "digital altar" feel, reblogging things that remind me of a specific guide. I got some borzoi art in there for Clavicus and Barbas.

This has been a long post, but I had a lot of thoughts today. To anybody who read the whole thing, thank you, and have a good day tomorrow.

[lumah3art]

Die Kannibalenfrau | The Cannibal Woman By: Luma

Warning⚠️ this is a creepypasta origin of my oc, this article is for a mature audience of 16+ its could be disturbing or offensive to some readers. Contains: graphic details of gore and abuse, and heavy/vulgar slurs that will offend people. Viewer discretion adives. ₑᴺⱼᴼʸ

gesegnetes Neugeborenes

Germany Berlin | Sankt Gertrauden Hospital | 2002, Dec, 20

The woman was in terrible affliction during pregnancy, but as she gave birth the baby wasn't breathing. The doctors had to go through many medical procedures to save the infant. Hours passed by and the baby survived, doctors still needed to check the baby's health, so the family stayed weeks in the hospital to make sure the baby was in perfect condition.

The doctors came to conclusion that the baby was suffering with Sickle Cell Anemia and it was a miracle that the infant survived. Normally the family would've found this a blessing to have a strong survivor added to the family but with medical bills added to there financial struggles it was more of a curse. The parents took their daughter home, they named her Odette.

Three Months pass

Mother: her crying won’t stop. Aren’t you going to help me with this problem!?

Father: can you shut your fucking mouth up already! It’s already irritating hearing this little shit cry, and I don’t need your bullshit right now Bitch! I’m trying to pay off these damn bills!

Mother: then what’s the point of your damn job if you can’t bring a single dime home to support us!?

Father: The husband grew with rage, he slaps his wife across the face I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHORE!

Home wasn't the safest environment. after many people in the neighborhood called police about a noise complaint, this led to an eviction notice giving the family 2 weeks to pack up and leave. The couple found themselves in a shelter and fought non-stop

Mother: You Son Of A Bitch! Thanks To You We Have To Move!

Father: If You Had Done Your Womanly Duties And Shut The Baby’s Damn Mouth We Wouldn’t Be In Ths Situation!

Mother: AAARGH! YOU ACT LIKE A DAMN CHILD! GROW UP!!!

Father: ME? YOU’RE THE DAMN CUNT THAT WONT PUT THAT MISTAKE IN HER PLACE YOU WHORE!

Ode woke up from her nap and cried. The mother took the baby but cradled her roughly that caused the baby to puke up on her

Mother: GOD DAMMIT ODETTE! I JUST FUCKING SHOWER! IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF BEING STUCK IN THE SAME HOUSE WITH THE TWO OF YOU!

Father: Wow, how do you think I feel when married to you dumbass?

Mother: I Fucking Can’t! she throws the baby back in her crib and rushes into the bathroom.

Father: The baby cries but the father roughly pins the baby’s head to keep her down, but it made the baby scream louder shut….the fuck….UP!

Kindheit

Four years later the family managed to save enough money to rent a small house living off their grandparents insurance, the family managed to settle in and bring food to the table. In the aftermath Odette was playing outside but trips scraping her knee, but it created a massacre blood bath. She was immediately brought to a hospital.

Mother: I-is my daughter ok? What happened?

Doctor: miss she’s safe. Let me explain, she just has a rare condition known as hemophilia.

Mother: hemophilia?

Doctor: Yes. It’s a rare condition in which the blood doesn't clot in the typical way when a person bleeds. With hemophilia, bleeding might go on for a longer time after an injury than it would if the blood clotted properly. Often, small cuts aren't much of a problem. But serious forms of the condition raise the risk of bleeding inside the body. This can damage organs and tissues. Do you know anyone in the family with a similar condition?

Mother: w-well…I’m not sure to be honest? I know I don’t have it, neither my family, but I’m certain about my husband's family?

Doctor: I see…

Mother: so… is there a cure?

Doctor: no unfortunately but she must be careful with injuries. If she has any scratches, cuts be sure to quickly patch her up, or even bruises use arnica cream. Be sure to keep a first aid at home, alright?

Mother: y-yes… thank you doctor

As they arrived home the mother had to work leaving Odette home with her father, but he was too intoxicated with his booze. Odette went into her room and removed her band-aid, it began bleeding like a dripping water faucet. Out of curiosity she licked her blood, and licked more… and more… and sucked…. Sucked. She craved the red liquids that left her body, it tasted like iron with the yolk of an egg. Her father came in and was shocked by what he sees. He slaps his daughter which causes her cheek to turn purple, she cried as her father yells at her

Father: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! ARE YOU DRINKING YOU BLOOD YOU FREAK!? YOU’RE A DISGUSTING LITTLE SHIT! He yelled as he slams the door behind him and locks her in, barricading the door with a drawer

Odette: The little girl screamed and begged for her father to open the door, she kept back and kicking making her body swell up and turn red NOOOOO! PA PA! OPEN THE DOOR! I SORRY! PLEASE PA PA! OPEN! OPEN! OPEN!

Hours later the mother returned home from work

Mother: What The Hell Is This!? Why’d You Lock Odette In Her Room? And Why The Fuck Are You Drinking!? I Leave For 10 Hours And I Come Back To Odette Looking Like She Escaped a Bomb Field! Don’t You Know What Our Neighbors Will Think!? ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US ARRESTED!?

Father: hey! Shut the fuck up woman… I have my off day and I can enjoy it how I fucking please! And the little fucker was in her room drinking her own blood like she’s one of those damn devil worshippers! I beat some sense into her so she can wake the fuck up!

Mother: I was about to enroll her in Kindergarten you dumbass! Now we have to homeschool her to avoid teachers calling the cops on us! I can’t keep babying you guys! I barely have time for myself! Do you even care how I feel?

Father: boo fucking hoo whore, not my fucking problem

Next week the mother of Odette began to home-school her. Odette was trying her best to spell out words, pronounce, and count her numbers. Odette struggled with focusing and hard time learning, due to the lack of guidance and parenting. The mother had zero patience and began to scream at her

Mother: HOW RETARDED ARE YOU?! ITS CAT! C. A. T. CAT! ITS NOT THAT HARD YOU STUPID GIRL! AND WHAT CHILD CANT FIGURE OUT 1 + 1 ITS 2 YOU IDIOT! A MONKEY CAN SOLVE THIS IN A HEART BEAT!

Odette: she began to cry I’m sorry- but her mother interrupted her with a slap

Mother: SHUT UP! Let this be a lesson, if you fail, mommy and daddy will go to jail because of you. You’ll be all alone and a bunch of weirdos will find you. They’ll use you, hurt you, rape you, and kill you. You have us only, so if you don’t pass I’ll let the bad people take you away!

Homeschooling was hell

Months went by the superintendent of homeschooling came to test her. Grades came back, and her scores came back as 3.42 She failed homeschooling. The superintendent advised the parents to attend her to public schools in the special needs program to get the help and support she needs, the parents know it was too much money so they refused, and continued to homeschool her, but in their “own terms.”

Mother: I regret having a mental child who can’t understand simple things!

Father: is it my fault you didn’t agree to the abortion?

Mother: I’m a Religious Woman! You Know I Don’t Support Shit Like That! It’s Sinful!

Father: Shut The Fuck Up Your Not THAT Religious You Dumb Cunt! You had two options, agreed to get an abortion or get you body fucked up by a retardant mistake!

Mother: YOU REALLY GONNA GO THEIR AND MENTION MY SCAR?! YOU PROMISED WE LIVE A HAPPY LIFE YOU HEARTLESS LYING SON OF A BITCH! NOW IM STUCK IN A POOR LIFE WITH A SLOPPY HUSBAND AND A USELESS CHILD!

Father: SHUT UP! GOD ITS YOUR FAULT OUR LIFE IS LIKE THIS! AND THAT LITTLE SHITS FAULT! YOU WANTED A KID SO I GAVE IT TO YOU! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!

Odette woke up from bed to fetch a midnight snack, she goes downstairs only to see her parents fight back and forth with each other, both at each others throats

Odette: Ma ma… Pa Pa… I hungry…

Both: The two glare at the child in annoyance, and shout together SHUT UP!

Mother: Starve for all I care!

Father: Why don’t you eat your own damn blood you freak!

Mother: Because of you our life is ruined! I regret giving birth to you!

The child felt like she was in a haunted nightmare, guilt clogged her throat making her vision blurry and cold

Sucht

It was morning, The mother woke up to use the bathroom, only to find her daughter biting her nails that were bleeding like crazy. The woman screamed in horror grabbing the child by the hair

Mother: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU STOP IT!

Odette: MOMMY STOP THAT HURTS!

The child was scolded. The family prepared for breakfast, about to eat Eggs with sausages and toast. Odette looks at her plate, but only took one bite of her sausage and felt so uncomfortable. She left her food cold.

Odette: I no hungry

Mother: I don't want to hear it. You act like a starving child upstairs eating your nails, and now you want to be ungrateful when I make you real food? I don't give a fuck- y-you know what? Go to your room! Stave! See if a care! she yells. As she takes her plate, slapping the back of her Childs head

Odette was punished in her room, the poor thing was starving. She conflicted, thinking to herself “why am I not hungry? My belly hurts. I want to eat. But why can't I? I wanna eat something” Then Odette had an idea. She heads straight to the bathroom finding a razor, she goes back to her room locking her doors and began to cut her arm with the blade. She ripped some of her tissue skin off to eat her flesh and suck her blood like a little vampire. The sensation was so enduring she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. The taste of her own flesh and blood was so captivating it drove her to insanity.

Years later Odette is thirteen and is now a young women. Odette still has a low education, suffers with eating disorders and diagnosed with Schizophrenia and she still eats her skin, she hides it wearing long sleeve clothing, even if its a hot summer day, but of course the darkest of secrets always comes to light. One late night while Odette was continuing with her gruesome activities her mother interrupted her. Disgusted by the horror of her eerie daughter. Out of wrath her mother came to a final decision, gripping her child’s skinned wrist and dragging her down the stairs to the basement

Mother: you are not my daughter, You are the devil himself! You may come out when you learn to repent you Hell Child!

she storms off, leaving Odette in the dark, cold, malodorous basement. Odette felt a new stage of fear she's never felt before. She had felt many horrors before, but being locked alone in a cold dusty cellar felt so different and frantic. She hyperventilates, desperately hammering the door until her hands were bruised with splinters chipping from the door. Was this her new life? Left alone to die in a cellar?

Hölle

Once a month her mother throws leftovers downstairs for her child to at least have some nourishment to digest, but For Odette, it wasn't enough. She didn't even want a taste of her flesh, due to her infected arms. She couldn't handle this insatiate pain. All she could live off were insects, and dead rats, even the sewage water. It was unpalatable, but that was all she had left.

Odette saw a dim light, she found the old metal ladder and uses it to sneak a peek through the cracked floor above her. Maybe this was her escape? Odette looked around for a tool to crack the floor open, she took a screwdriver and began chipping the floor, getting dust all over her. She managed to stick her arm through the hole, reaching out but she misinterpreted that her father was there. He was aware that his daughter was locked downstairs, he immediately stomped on her hand, smashing her bones. Odette screams in agony, as she stumbled falling to the ground. She heared her father's footsteps, she immediately hid underneath the stairs and he kicked the door open.

Father: where the FUCK ARE YOU LITTLE BITCH! He noticed the screwdriver on the floor, picking it up

He lurks around the basement, Odette desperately held in her breath to not make a sound but to her misery he found her, grabbing a fist full of her hair. Odette cried begging for forgiveness, but her father showed no rumors as he stabs the screwdriver deep in her broca area. filling the room with screams of muder, her limbs quaver, urinating due to fear. With one final push hitting her wernicke area she collapse to the floor. He gave his unconscious daughter a final kick in her stomachs, as he leaves her there, presuming she's dead.

Sich befreien

Six years pass on. The couple began to start anew. They bought a new home and became happier, almost forgetting they had a daughter, but the mother still had the guilt in her heart.

Mother: dear? Are you sure we packed everything? It feels like something is missing?

Father: don't worry. I packed all your stuff together, we should be good

Mother: but I feel like we haven't checked the basment years… what if… we need something, or… what if….shes still down there?

Father: we might and also, she's dead. Don't worry about it

Mother: I'm not sure… I feel as if we did the wrong thi-

Father: *he cuts her off* Babe! Look, forget about her. We started off rough, we’ll do better next time. Just waiting to hear back in the car and I’ll grab some stuff from the basement. Ok?

She agreed as she makes her way into the car, waiting patiently. Approximately an hour, she grew worry. What was taking him so long? She leaves the car as she enters the house, making her way down the stairs. It was creeky, and it smelled awful, her stomach began to turn. She called out to her husband, no response. When she goes deeper she stepped on a fresh puddle of blood. She grew anxious, she found a little string to turn on the light. Once on, she whitenessed the holy terror of her life.

A skinny pale monster, its skin was coated with marks and bruises, with thin fingers, sharp dirty nails, a filthy night gown with blood stains, hair long enough to reach the floors, one dead eye and a screwdriver in the other. It was clear to the frighten woman, that thing was none other than her child. Odette, as she sinks her teeth into her father's flesh ripping his skin apart, swallowing a chunk of him

The mother was so petrified she couldn't say a peep. Tears began to form, watching her only daughter eat her father alive. “What hae I done? What went wrong?” she thought to herself. As she took a step back she accidentally stepped on the bones of rats, making loud crack noises. Odette immediately reacted, as she pounced on her mother. Punching, scratching her face up. The woman desperately fought back, but Odette was too strong. She then bit down her lips as she ripps the tissue of her face off. Eating her like a wolf devouring its prey.

Schon gehört?

Legend tells that the girl fled from the house, police investigated the scenery. It was a bloodbath. No one could figure out the cause or culprit. People called it “das mysteriöse Massaker.” One thing is certain though.

If you find yourself in the woods alone and you hear a woman sobbing, carefully and quietly get out. Because that's how she lures her victims, her tears howling through the night, playing the innocent damsel in distress. If you approach her, you'll be her next meal, and the last thing you'll see is the monster with the screwdriver jammed in her brain.

[z-on-sakaar]

dreams.

loki x reader (gender neutral)

another day in the avengers compound.

your days usually consisted of bothering tony or playing cards against humanity with clint and nat, or some other random activity with the people you shared a (rather comfortable) living space with.

but with loki around, it made things a lot more fun for you. thor brought him back from asgard with him in hopes of getting him to socialize more, and with tonys approval (which took a whole lot of convincing) he resided in the room directly in front of yours, which may have been a problem to others since they weren’t particularly fond of loki.

i mean, it was pretty justifiable on the basis of the whole new york thing that most of them kinda wanted nothing to do with him, but you chose to put it past him and move forward anyways, which ended up in the best friendship youve ever fucking had.

which was beginning to become a problem.

the two of you were truly great friends, nothing wrong with that part. you were just infatuated with him, and him with you, but you were both too whipped to notice.

which apparently everyone did except you two.

truthfully, loki couldve just looked into your mind and seen for himself, but you made him swear to not read your mind unless absolutely necessary. although hes pretty much a professional liar, because its you its a promise he keeps.

the two of you could usually be found together in the library that tony absolutely never uses (it was a “statement room” as he puts it in rich people terms, so you and loki are the only ones who put it to use.) the chance of the two of you getting disturbed was very low, so you usually just got in the most comfortable position possible and read or talked for hours and hours. hell, sometimes you guys would just go to nap together, plain and simple.

after another long day of book reading and mindless commentary, you both headed off to bed, but loki felt something was off about you. he couldnt put his finger on it, so he attempted to leave it alone. youd tell him if something was wrong, right?

loki changed into a more comfortable set of clothes and sat down preparing to get some rest of his own. that is, until he heard noises coming from your room. they should be asleep right now, he thought. he exited his room and put an ear up to your door, and the noises continued. he knocked once, then twice, then walked in with the intention of comfort, but you were still asleep.

wait.

how the hell is he supposed to comfort someone mid nightmare?

if he woke you up, would you tell him what aas wrong? what was he supposed to say?

this prompted him to break his promise (which he deemed justifiable) and he took a look into your mind. he saw nothing other then the two of you, with his back turned to you and you on your knees, crying. a sight he never whats to have to see, let alone be the cause of. he rewinded a bit back and connected the dots.

you were crying because he rejected you.

wait a fucking minute- you would have to have feelings for him to dream of something like that.

he stepped out of your mind to collect himself. although he was over the moon in happiness, you were still in tears in your sleep which was something he felt obligated to deal with. he shook you gently for a few seconds until you fully came to, and you shot up and immediately pushed him away.

“loki, i think you should leave.”

“i saw.”

at first, the mortification of your crush knowing you’re hopelessly in love with him hit you, then the realization that he read your mind.

“lokes, you promised…”

“i thought it was worth me taking a peek just in case you needed the comfort, but it seemes it just made it much more convenient for us.” he said with a smile.

“what do you mean? and no silver-tongue bullshit, im getting nervous here.” you said, biting you lip in mild fear.

he grabbed both of your hands softly. “oh darling, you have nothing to worry about. i feel the same, which im suprised you didnt pick up on your own.” he said giddily.

a sigh of relief left you, and you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“i was hoping so, but youre not the easiest to read lokes.”

“better late then never.”

the two of you sat in comfortable silence in eachothers arms until he spoke up.

“does this mean im allowed to read your mind now?”

“absolutely not!”

[jingerhead]

Hi hi! I don’t know if you have already done something like this, but for a prompt imagine Neil just passing out anywhere and everywhere. Like on the run, he would only sleep where it’s safe and now he feels safe with the foxes (especially Andrew), so he just take naps in the most uncomfortable places and at vaguely inconvenient times.

YES TO THIS ANON!! Oh I love it, it's totally a habit from being on the run. Of course he has a bed he can sleep on at the dorms, but all the practice, classes, homework and social life can drain you. He gets tired easily, especially since he's more relaxed now, isn't going to run at a moments notice. So when he's ready for bed, he kind of just...falls asleep. On the couch, in a beanbag, on the floor, against a wall, he's just out. I love it anon!

Here's something hopefully cute for it:

The calculus was making Neil's head start to ache the longer he stared at sequences and series, hating them more every second. There was a certain level of bullshit he could deal with from math, because most of the time it was fun. Relaxing, even, to solve some problems. But not when they were these. He dropped his binder to the floor and rubbed his eyes, looking at where Andrew was on the other side of the couch, playing some game on the TV that Neil had been able to tune out.

The dorm was empty for now. It was just them, and Neil only just realized how tired he was. And Andrew was here and would have his back, he knew he could sleep, it was just weird that he kept napping all the time. Nicky had called him a cat, once: "You're an asshole and you keep curling up on the couch to sleep." Neil had told him to shut up so he could sleep in peace at the time, but maybe Nicky was on to something.

Head against the arm of the chair, Neil crossed his arms and closed his eyes, deciding a nap wouldn't hurt. He'd finish his homework when he woke up. This specific corner of the couch was nice because Neil could shove a pillow under his shoulder blades and not take up too much room, his feet a healthy distance away from Andrew's thigh where he sat on the other end of the couch. He wanted to hold onto the second pillow they had, but that was lost somewhere in the dorm after Andrew had thrown it. So instead he had to resort to crossing his arms, almost immediately drifting off when he closed his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep there," Andrew said.

"Why?"

"You'll get a neck cramp." When Neil opened his eyes and went to argue, Andrew paused the game and gave him the look. "And you'll complain."

"No, I won't."

"You will."

Neil huffed. "Fine, fine," he grumbled, sitting up to get on the floor. He could sleep there instead.

"Neil," Andrew called. He was staring at the TV again, but the game hadn't started. He was still holding the controller with two hands, like it was something to ground him. After waiting almost a full minute, Andrew finally shifted until he was leaning against the arm rest. "Here," he said, pointing to his shoulder.

Oh. Neil didn't ask if Andrew was sure, because Andrew wouldn't say anything if he wasn't already, so he shifted on the couch to slowly and gently lay against him, head on his shoulder and sides pressed together. It took a bit longer for Andrew to really relax, and once he started playing again, Neil closed his eyes to sleep.

When he woke up, he had a neck cramp.

Tell me a prompt or something you wish I'd write :)

[astroluvr]

ahhh can I jus say you writing for timothée made me so happy. anyways, could you write where y/n struggles with mental health & tends to isolate herself? timothée notices & comforts/reassures her. like lots of angst of y/n pushing him away but then fluff bc timothée is there for her w LOTS of pet names. tyyyy sm if you can write this <3

hi! thanks for requesting & i hope I did it justice :) ik it's pretty long, but I got carried away in the beginning lmfao. i focused a little bit more on the 'isolate' part and I don't think there's a TON of angst, but I hope you still enjoy it!

and timothee content truly is barren on here like ???

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you weren't sure what triggered it this time. you weren't sure if anything had triggered. it all happened over a certain period of time with little things you couldn't pick out. it started with cancelling plans that were up in the air, you ate lunch in your car instead of the break room.

it was all the little things that should've been indicative to anyone. you didn't think much of your lack of wanting to just be by yourself. it was normal to just want some "me-time" and your boyfriend knew that, but it didn't mean it didn't bother him.

the little pattern of pulling away from everyone and everything didn't seem to slow as it reached the top. it seemed to speed up to the point where for the past week, you hadn't left your tiny apartment in a week- working from home to keep from having any reason.

the absolute only person you kept in rather close contact with was timothee. you'd been together for just over a year and fell for each other like there was no tomorrow. you assumed that maybe he was the reason it took so long for this to happen given that he was required in la for a bit. he'd been back for a couple of weeks, splitting time between resting and spending times with his new york friends and you. today, as a matter of fact, was saturday, which meant timothee wanted to take you out to eat and you really did not want to.

"hey, baby, are you going to be ready in ten or do you need a few?" he asked over the phone and you sighed as you looked down at the sweats you'd been wearing for much longer than you should've.

you had been putting off the inevitable for the longest time. there was a new place timothee had been dying to eat at and you were about to make him wait longer.

"you know, i don't think I'm feeling it tonight. i know you really want to eat there, so maybe call up Mike and see if he wants to go? im really sorry, it's just that im really tired."

"y/n, you know i totally adore you, but this is the third time since I've been back that you cancelled on me."

"i know and I'm sorry, i've just been really out of my element lately."

"well, what's the problem?"

you wish you knew why this happened. why you probably had timothee sprawled on his couch in disappoinment and frustration.

"there isn't one."

"bullshit, y/n." he mumbled into the phone before hanging up. the moment your gone fell from your hand, the ounce of energy you had left absolutely drained and you shut your eyes against tears.

timothee felt bad immediately- pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration at himself. he missed you- that was it. he missed and wanted you more than anything. after two long weeks in la, he expected to not leave your bed or arms for a solid 48 hours, but instead he returned to someone cold and unenthused. he got one squeal and tight hug to last him over and it hurt. now that he looked over the texts from the past few weeks, all he saw was you going to sleep or taking a nap or that you were home.

he should've noticed.

as you woke up from a half-asleep daze, you heard firm knocks on the door. you sniffled as you realized what happened no more than twenty minutes prior and got out of bed. timothee had a key, but for whatever reason, he didn't put it to use as he stood with his arms out and ready for a hug.

"Hi, lovely. i missed you." he waddled into your apartment while you clutched onto his shirt.

"im sorry." you started to cry, but timothee shook his head and wiped your eyes.

"don't apologize. i shouldn't have been so harsh with you. that was unfair to you when you're obviously going through something."

"no, you were right to be mad."

"i wasn't." he whispered and kissed your head. "what's going on, my love?"

"i don't know. im just tired of everything."

"why didn't you say anything, honey? is it because I was in la?"

"not only. it was bound to happen no matter where you were, i guess. sometimes, i just get into these funks and i feel like a burden to the world about it and I want to be alone."

"you're not a burden to anyone, gorgeous. not to me at least and when you feel like this, you need to talk to me. that's what im here for. all i want is for you to be so, so happy and i can't make sure of that if you lock yourself up and away."

you gave him a teary smile and he kissed your soft lips. "i love you."

"and i love you, lovely. just want you to be okay."

you both stayed in each other's embrace until you were laying on your couch under a blanket.

"is it too late to go out? i still feel bad." you whispered, looking up at him as he watched a movie.

"how about delivery?"

"that sounds a lot better."

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

Old Feelings

Pairing: Rintarō Suna x f!reader

Prompt/summary: When Suna was forcing himself to go to your apartment tonight, he didn’t think that this was going to happen. He wanted to be with you so bad, and after the hard week that he had, he just wanted to be with you, his best friend, and curl up with you. Even as he convinced himself to finally confess to you tonight, thinking that you were going to tell him that you loved him back was the last thing on his mind

Word count: 5.5K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, fingering, light clit stimulation, little back scratching, lots of kissing, mostly vanilla. Fluff, mild language, 18+

Notes: This is completely unrelated to literally any of my polls, but I had this idea and from the second that I woke up this morning, I wrote this entire thing, then promptly fell back asleep for 4 hours, so here I finally am! I wanted to post it today because I’m still working on my posts for my polls which are all a lot longer and sort of harder in a way, so here we go. Enjoy some Suna fluffy smut 💕

I topped this off when I woke up from my nap, so I’m hoping that everything makes perfect sense 🤞

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A movie was playing as Suna laid on top of you, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was too distracted, listening to your soft breathing and the sound of your heart steadily thumping beneath his ear. Your fingers were in his hair, giving his scalp a massage and twirling stray pieces around your fingers every few minutes; the movie seemed to hold your attention, but he couldn’t think of anything but you.

It had been a bad week, and as much as Suna was craving to be held by you like this, it was almost doing him as much bad as it was good.

He was in love with you. He had been since high school— that first day when he met you and he just knew that he liked you. He didn’t immediately know that he was going to fall head-over-heels in love with you, but he did know that he wanted to be friends with you. He hadn’t known he was going to be here, heart thumping hard in his chest and his palms sweaty as he held you and was held in return.

He loved you so much, but you weren’t his girlfriend. You were his best friend, someone who was always there for him. Someone who put up with his never ending stream of bullshit. Someone who walked out into the rain to find him when his ex dumped him at the park because he wasn’t in love with her, he was in love with you, and he needed a ride home. Someone who so selflessly let him stay over whenever he wasn’t in a good headspace. Someone who took care of him. Someone who made him feel like when he screwed up, he wasn’t a disappointment. Never once had you made him feel like he was a screw up or he was a burden or like he was disappointing you.

Instead you held him. You made him food. You watched movies with him. You played with his hair and let him lay on your chest. You let him stay with you all night, curling up in his arms and doing so much more harm than good on his poor heart. He just couldn’t take it anymore. He was finally at the breaking point that he wasn’t sure he was ever going to fully reach in the past.

At 24 years old, he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t hookup with random strangers only to think of you the whole time. He couldn’t see you nearly every single day and act like everything was just the same as usual. He couldn’t keep pretending that he wasn’t feeling everything so intensely for you.

After all, you were single. What was the harm in confessing, aside from ruining years of friendship and making things awkward. That was what had held him back in the past, but this time— this time Suna was going to do it. He wanted to, but more than that, he needed to. He couldn’t fake how he felt anymore, and he figured that tonight as was good a night as any to try and kiss you.

You were in a good mood, you were laughing at how stupid the characters in the movie were being, and more importantly, you were in basically the perfect position. So Suna slowly pushed himself up on his elbows, glancing at you. Your hand was still in his hair, though when it slid out a little bit as he moved, you looked at the man curiously.

“Whatcha doing?” You asked innocently, watching him shift on top of you. He was looking at you in a strange way, making both of you miss the movie since you didn’t want to look away from him.

“I just… I want to kiss you so bad.” He whispered out. You gave a soft laugh, wondering what kind of joke this was, but when he didn’t smile and instead he only flicked his gaze to your mouth for a split second, your smile fell.

“Oh, are you serious?” You asked, watching him nod. “Uh, well…” Your cheeks were quick to warm, something that Suna couldn’t help but find adorable. “O… okay.”

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, wondering if that daydream about what it would be like to really kiss you instead of a pillow or someone else might finally be coming true.

“Yeah.” You nodded, eyeing the man. You seemed nervous, but as Suna slowly leaned in, you started to let your eyes close and puckered your lips up a little bit. He closed his eyes all the way, pressing his lips against your own and kissing you, something he never thought that he would be doing. You kissed him back, gently rubbing the back of his head with your thumb. He leaned into you further, his chest tightening at the feeling.

Neither of you made any kind of movement to pull back, in fact your hand only seemed to pull his head closer, something he wouldn’t dare complain about. He turned his head, his soft lips staying pressed against your own. A small hum came from beneath Suna’s breath, though as his lips pressed harder against your own, you gave a soft moan that finally snapped him free of his trance.

He pulled back a little bit, though he stayed close, lightly panting beneath his breath. Both of you opened your eyes around the same time, your pretty eyes looking up into his own as you licked your lips.

“God… you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You gave a small chuckle, keeping the man close.

“How long?”

“Since we were, like, 12.” You leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips. He leaned back into you, keeping you close with his arm around you. “Fuck,” he mumbled beneath his breath against your mouth. You smiled, pushing your lips back to his. He only kissed you back, eyebrows furrowed upwards as he hummed against your lips, not even thinking about the movie that was playing in the background anymore.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time, Rintarō.” You said, kissing him again right afterwards. The man hummed, sliding his hand along your side a little bit.

“I really do love you.” You smiled, cupping his cheek in your hand and pulling back to meet his eyes.

“I love you, too.” He smiled, leaning in and kissing you again quickly. You weren’t thinking about the explosions from the movie in the background anymore than he was, instead only focusing on how good his lips felt. You suddenly moved, pushing the mans shoulder so that you were laying against his side, though more on top of him, kissing him again quickly afterwards. Your head still cradled the back of his head as his own hand grabbed at your thigh.

The shorts that you wore hiked up over your butt as you brought your leg up over his own and got closer to the man. Even then, it didn’t feel like enough. When you left his lips, leaning down and pressing a few scattered kisses to his neck, Suna peeked down at your ass and licked his lips.

“(y/n)?” He asked softly. You leaned up, looking into his eyes and humming in question. “Can I touch you?” He asked, his fingers barely grazing the skin beneath your butt. You nodded, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Please do.”

“God, you don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, making you laugh as he pushed his lips against yours and cupped his hand around your ass. He hummed against your mouth again, giving your ass a light squeeze. “Mmm, you’re so soft.” He mumbled against your lips, not bothering to pull back enough to properly speak. You didn’t even bother pulling back to reply, only giving a soft hum in return.

Suna’s fingers absentmindedly pushed between your thighs, feeling the warmth between your legs against his cold fingers and giving a shaky moan against your mouth that made you pull back to look at him with a soft chuckle.

“Are you okay?” He licked his lips, nodding as his fingers lightly pressed to your pussy.

“I’ve just wanted to kiss you for so long.” You suddenly moved, sitting on his hips and leaning back down to kiss him immediately, but you sat right down on the erection that was in his pants and gently rocked your hips. Suna moaned against your mouth just before you leaned back to look down at him.

“Is this okay?” You asked as his hands moved to grope your ass. He nodded quickly, hoping to god that you wouldn’t stop.

“More than okay.” You leaned back in to kiss him, continuing to roll your hips against his erection in a way that had felt better than when anyone else had ever done it before. He wished that his jeans weren’t in the way, but as he kissed you, he couldn’t think about moving. He only wanted your hips against his. He didn’t want you to leave, it felt too good with the way that you were grinding down on his erection.

“God, you’re so hard.” You teased, pulling back and looking down at him. He peeked his eyes open, biting on his bottom lip and giving a light hum. The mere sensation of kissing you, of feeling you, of having you grinding on his erection, it was making him feel like he could cum right now in his pants, something that nobody else had ever been able to do to him before. “Do you like it?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, his cock aching beneath your grinding hips. “It feels so good.” He said, eyeing you. Your breasts were moving in your shirt, though as he already knew, you weren’t wearing a bra. He was aching to touch them, but even as you grinded on his erection, he wasn’t sure if he could.

A soft hum came from you as you teased him, but Suna moved again quickly after you teasingly lifted your hips and rolled back down on him. He moved the two of you with him now back on top of you, his erection pressed against your thigh while he pushed his lips to yours. A smile was quick to work its way onto your face as you kissed him back, sliding your hand back into his hair.

His tongue pushed into your mouth, something that you were eager to feel against your own it seemed as you turned your head into the kiss and swirled your tongue around his own. Suna’s fingers pushed up into your shirt a bit, and when you didn’t tell him to stop, he slid his hand up around your warm breast and groped at your skin. A soft hum came from you as his cock ached in his jeans at the feeling of your nipple hardening against his fingers and your mouth sucking on his tongue.

It only took another small moan from you and your thigh pushing against his erection when you shifted beneath the man for him to lose it, a shaky moan coming from him into the kiss as he came in his boxers and squeezed your breast between his fingers. You didn’t know what had happened, and maybe that was for the best. As he rolled your nipple between his fingers, he pulled back a bit, leaving you panting beneath him.

“Can I see them?” He asked, referring to your breasts as he squeezed one. You nodded eagerly, helping him pull your shirt up and stopping just above them. He gave a soft sigh as he eyed your chest, licking his lips. “They’re so pretty.” He said, taking a quick glance at your eyes before he leaned down and enclosed his mouth around your left nipple. You smiled, watching as his eyes looked up and met your own as he sucked on your nipple.

His teeth gently nibbled on you, earning a soft moan from you that made his already hard cock ache that much more in his jeans. Even after cumming inside of his boxers, he was hard as a rock for you.

“God, they’re so cute.” He said, pulling back and looking at your other breast. “Don’t worry, I’m not picking favorites.” He teased, leaning over and enclosing his mouth around your other nipple, the right breast that he hadn’t even touched yet. You gave a soft laugh and watched your best friend suck on your nipple, something you thought you’d never see, but you sure couldn’t complain.

“I think that you might be.” He smiled, pulling back from your nipple with a soft smooch sound as he leaned up and kissed your lips.

“You know what, I might be.” He said, giving your left breast a squeeze. You gave a cute giggle, lightly pushing his shoulders.

“Here, sit up.” You said, and he was quick to do what you’d said. You slid your shirt off all the way, letting it fall to the side as you looked at the man in front of you. “Can I see your titties?” You asked with a little smile. He chuckled, nodding and taking his shirt off. You leaned back on the pillows a ways, reaching over and gently tracing the lines of his abs with your fingers as you looked at the man and caught your bottom lip between your teeth. “You’re so attractive.” He hummed, eyeing you.

“You sure can say a lot.” He teased, leaning down and kissing you. You gave a soft laugh against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and keeping him close. He pressed his entire body down on you, a soft hum coming from him as his warm chest pressed against your own. Your nipples were poking his chest in a way that made his brain seem to shut off.

You wrapped your leg around his waist, something he easily grabbed at and kept you close with. You suddenly pulled back, looking at the man who barely peeked his eyes open to look at you.

“Can I suck it?” You asked beneath your breath. His eyes seemed to grow wide as he looked at you.

“Can you… suck it?” He asked, surprised. You nodded quickly, biting down lightly on your bottom lip.

“Yeah, can I?”

“I fucking sure as hell won’t say no.” You chuckled at him, lightly pushing his shoulders so he sat up. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his neck while your fingers fiddled with the buckle of his jeans. He licked his lips, looking at you when you started to scatter kisses along his chest. He swallowed hard, watching as your mouth enclosed around his nipple and you gave it a light suck. He hummed when you swirled your tongue around it, sliding the zipper down on his jeans and pulling back.

“You take these off, I’ll take these off.” You said, moving aside to slide your shorts off. Suna nodded, taking his jeans off and tossing them aside. He looked at you, seeing that you were only wearing a thin black thong and daydreaming about how you might feel against his face. “There we go.” You said as you moved over, sitting on your knees beside the man and kissing his cheek as you started to pull his boxers down.

His cheeks warmed when you pulled them off and looked down, tossing them aside and getting between his legs. There was a bit of cum from earlier on his body, something that only made the man embarrassed.

“Ah, sorry.” He said, worried that you were thinking less of him when you saw it. You looked up at him and smiled, grasping his cock in your hand.

“Don’t be sorry.” You said, leaning down and licking the cum up. Suna’s breath hitched in his throat when you did that, something that made you smile. “It’s hot.” You finished, licking your lips off and leaning in to take his cockhead into your mouth. He shifted, leaning back on his hands and watching you leave him with a soft ‘pop’ and go to lick along his shaft. You met his eyes as your tongue swirled around the slit in his dick, catching the pre-cum and bringing it back into your mouth.

Your eyes left his own as you leaned in and took him back into your mouth, this time sliding his cock deeper and sucking along his shaft. You didn’t waste any time, bobbing your head around him and making the man moan as you slid your tongue along his shaft. He couldn’t help the constant stream of soft moans that were coming from him as you sucked on him, reaching down and grabbing some of your hair. He didn’t need to hold your head down as you took this as an encouragement to go deeper, gagging lightly around his cock and moaning against him when you bobbed your head quicker.

“Oh, fuck— that feels so good.” He said with a soft moan, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he licked his lips. “Ah, fuck— (y/n),” he moaned, tightening his fingers in your hair. Your soft moans against him were only making the sensation better. “God, you’re gonna make me fucking cum,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He’d never come undone so fast, but thinking about you while someone else sucked him off was a whole lot different than you sucking him off. Being able to look down and see you— that was better than keeping his eyes closed to keep the thought of you in his mind when someone else was riding his cock.

As another drawn out moans came from you against his cock, he came, eyes squeezing shut and his fingers tightening in your hair. You sucked on him for a moment after, making the man squirm. You leaned back, swallowing the cum in your mouth and eyeing him as you licked along his shaft, bringing the last bit of his cum up into your mouth. Before you swallowed it, you licked your lips, leaving a bit of the cum on your upper lip, but he didn’t care as he leaned down and brought you up for a kiss.

Tasting himself in someone’s mouth hadn’t ever been so hot before.

“God, that felt amazing.” He said, cheeks warm as he eyed you. You gave a soft chuckle, kissing his cheek.

“Good.” You ran your fingers through his hair, moving along with him when he got on his knees and kissed you.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked, sliding his fingers down your thigh.

“I wouldn’t complain.” You said with a little smile. He pressed one more kiss to your lips before he kissed your neck, slowly trailing soft kisses down your body. You shifted beneath the man as his fingers hooked around your thong and started to slide it off. He moved back, bringing your legs up along with him as he tossed the clothing aside. You watched as he got down onto his stomach and pressed a kiss to your lower stomach.

Your eyes never left his own, and he didn’t dare take his eyes off of you either as he pressed a kiss to your folds. His fingers, long and warm, teased your entrance, something hat made you give a soft sound that was music to his ears.

He pushed two of them inside of you easily, watching as you licked your lips and caught your bottom lip between your teeth. With his free hand, Suna groped at your chest, enclosing his mouth around your clit and staring up into your eyes.

“Mmm, Rintarō,” you moaned softly, sliding your fingers through his hair. “Ah, your fingers are so long.” You said with a soft moan, squirming beneath his touch. His fingers curled inside of you slowly, teasing you and making your cheeks flush. “Hey, I didn’t tease you,” you complained, making the man chuckle against your clit. He curled his fingers inside of you before starting to pump them inside of you, making you moan again.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, licking along your clit right afterwards.

“Mmm— feels really good.” You said, shifting beneath his mouth as he groped your breast in his hand. He sucked on your clit, though only for a second before he licked along your folds, teasing your entrance with his tongue while his fingers moved quickly inside. You moaned, letting your head lay back against the bed, bringing your hand up and holding onto his hand that was on your breast. He gave your chest a light squeeze, lapping quickly at your entrance.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He said, quickly going back to licking at you and tasting you.

“Oh, Rintarō,” his cock throbbed against the sheets when you moaned his name, swearing he could cum again, but this time he wanted to be inside of you. That didn’t stop him from lightly rocking his hips against the bed though, only making him moan more as he ate you out. You gave a bit of a whiney moan, tightening your hand in his hair as you clenched around his fingers. “Fuck— you’re gonna make me cum!” You said, desperately squirming down against the mans face, but he didn’t have a single care in the world.

“So cum,” he said, though muffled against your pussy. He kept his eyes closed, face buried between your legs that tightened around his head instinctually. “Fucking cum in my mouth,” he said, barely taking a second to peek up at you and seeing your breast moving along with your every squirm. “Fucking cum in my mouth, baby.” He said again, pushing you off the edge as you curled your toes and felt yourself squirt down into his mouth a bit.

A soft chuckle came from Suna as he caught it in his mouth, curling his fingers inside of you one more time before he slowly pulled them out of you. He licked his lips, watching you pant and peek up at him through half-lidded eyes.

“I am so fucking glad I came over tonight.” You laughed, pushing yourself up a little ways and grabbing his wrist.

“Me too,” you said, closing your mouth around his fingers and licking them off. He scooted closer to you on his knees, watching your eyes look into his as you sucked his fingers off.

“You are so sexy.” He said, cupping your face in his hand as soon as you let his fingers fall from your mouth. “Do you know that?” You gave a bit of a chuckle, leaning in and tasting yourself on his lips.

“I do.”

“Good,” he said, kissing you again before he pushed you back onto the bed and made you laugh. “Because you’re so, so sexy.” He said again, pressing one of his knees between your legs and leaning in to kiss you.

“Rintarō,” you started between kisses, earning a hum in question from the man who didn’t bother to pull back from the kiss. “Will you finish me off and fuck me tonight?” You asked, fully grasping his attention. He moved back, meeting your eyes with a soft nod.

“If you want me to, I’d be more than happy.” You nodded, and he didn’t take any time before he looked down and spread your legs apart more. “Are you ready now?”

“Yeah,” you said, shifting beneath him. “You can cum inside of me, too. I’m on birth control.” You told the man, watching him gulp and nod.

“Okay.” He said a bit breathlessly, watching you reach down to help position his cock by your entrance before he even could. He licked his lips, leaning down to kiss your neck while he slowly rocked himself inside of you. A soft moan came from you as he pushed himself inside slowly, though it wasn’t a pained moan. If he could assume, he’d say that you were feeling just as good with him inside of you as he was feeling this entire night, and he couldn’t even know how right he was.

“Mmm, you’re so big.” You said, hands clamping down onto his shoulders. “It feels so good.” You moaned softly in his ear, only making his aching cock crave you that much more even as he pushed himself all the way inside of you. He took a moment to let you adjust, his forehead pressing to your own as he gave a soft hum.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbled, lightly rocking his hips against your own, and it was almost crazy how easily his cock moved inside of you right away.

“I’ve been wanting you for a really long time.” You said, biting down on your bottom lip and meeting his eyes when he looked at you.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, too.” He cupped your face in his hand as he leaned in and kissed you, but it ended quickly. “I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you, too— ah, fuck, Rintarō—” You moaned suddenly when his hips pushed himself back inside of you all the way a bit faster than before.

“Too much?”

“No, it feels so good— don’t stop, please.” You begged lightly, burying your nose into his shoulder. He closed his eyes, rocking his hips against your own and softly moaning. You could easily hear his moans, though whenever you moaned it was a bit louder than his own. With every thrust inside of you, you seemed to clench around him, only making it feel better around his throbbing cock.

“Ah, fuck,” he mumbled, tightening his hands on the sheets while you lightly bit down on his shoulder. “You feel so good around me like that, baby.” He said, making your cheeks flush even more as you whimpered.

“Oooh,” you moaned in his ear, making him throb inside of you, “Oh, my god— feels so good, Rin,” you said, unable to complete your sentence before your nose buried into his shoulder in ecstasy. He pressed the side of his head to your own, keeping his eyes closed as his hips started to move faster against your own. You bit down on his shoulder again to stay quiet as a loud sound effect from the movie echoed around the bedroom, but it was the last thing on either of your minds.

The only thing that Suna could think of was how it felt to finally be inside of you. To finally feel what he’d daydreamed about for so long. To finally be able to shove his cock inside of you and make you moan. You moaning his name, clenching so tight around him, your nails in his shoulders, your legs squeezing around him— it was all almost too much. So much that he didn’t know just how much more he would be able to take. It was too much building up for him alongside with you being someone he’s wanted to feel so long.

“God, you feel so crazy good like this.” He mumbled, a soft, high moan coming from him as he edged closer to cumming inside of you. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna be able to come back from this and look at someone else remotely the same,” he said absentmindedly, and it was true. He couldn’t ever just think about you while someone else was sucking his cock or he was balls deep inside of someone else, because as good as it felt then, it was nothing compared to now.

The intense feelings that had welled up in his chest for so long were finally all bursting out and honestly, if you were to do the right thing, he thought he might cry. It was all so intense, something he hadn’t felt, well, ever. He didn’t know exactly how you were feeling, but he was certain that how strongly he was feeling for you in this moment was going to break his sex drive unless it was for you.

“Oh, god— me either,” you said, catching the mans attention. He pulled back a bit, watching you look up at him with half-lidded eyes and a slacked jaw.

“Really?”

“I love you so much, Rintarō,” you said, sliding your hand to cup his face in your palm and gently stroked his cheek with your thumb. “I love you so fucking much. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly, you have no idea.” He tried keeping a steady pace, but he couldn’t help how he momentarily lagged a bit.

“Oh, (y/n)— you have no idea how badly I want you. It feels so much better with you than anyone else.” You gave a bit of a broken laugh between moans as a tear slid down your cheek from how tightly you had been squeezing your eyes shut this entire time.

“Well, you can trust me when I say that I feel that exact same way,” you promised, leaning up and kissing him. The kiss was short, but as Suna leaned into you, your forehead pressed to his and stayed there. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so good, Rin.” You moaned, making his cock ache inside of you. He moved his hips steadily, closing his eyes and breathing in a steady breath of your scent.

“You gonna cum with me?” He asked, feeling you nod against his face. “So cum with me. Yeah, cum with me. Just wait a second,” he said, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Just wait a second, don’t cum yet. Cum with me in a minute baby.” Your toes were so painfully curled, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, but you nodded. You were so worried that any right slam of his dick inside of you was going to make you cum, but you were too distracted by trying to focus on not cumming quite yet that you couldn’t speak.

Thankfully for you, Suna had felt your nod and knew just what you were doing, he slid his hand along your side, groping at your bouncing left breast, a small smile on his face as he felt it between his fingers and mentally deemed it as his favorite, just like he’d said as a joke before. He could feel himself edging closer by the thrust inside of you, but he knew that you were right there as well. He could feel how juicy you were, how desperate you were to cum with every single clench around his cock.

“Ah, baby,” he mumbled beneath his breath, catching your attention as you gave a soft hum to show you were listening. “Go on and cum baby.” He said, both of his hands firmly pressed to the bed beside you as he felt it coming inside of himself. “Go on and cum around my cock. I need to feel you cum around me before I do.” He pressed another kiss to your lips, this time moving down to press his forehead to your shoulder as you leaned your head back, moaning loudly as you squirted around his cock.

Half a thrust later and Suna felt himself cumming inside of you as well, slamming all of himself inside and falling still as he moaned by your ear— a broken, high moan that made your pussy seem to clench around him.

The two of you took a moment, not moving and only panting to catch your breath. He didn’t want to move if he was being honest, even as sweat fell from his forehead onto your shoulder and your nails stopped digging so tightly into his back.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, pushing himself up on his wobbly arms and looking at you. “That was so good.” You sent the man a tired little smile and nodded, closing your eyes and not moving an inch. A soft chuckle came from Suna as he cupped your face in his hand and leaned in to kiss your lips. “Can I stay here with you tonight?”

“Can you stay here with me every night?” Suna chuckled again, not bothering to pull himself out quite yet as he relaxed back down on top of you, laying his head on your chest while your fingers went up into his hair. He felt a bit of déjà vu, but in a different way as he glanced at the tv.

After all, you were in almost this exact same position a little less than an hour ago. He hadn’t thought that this was going to happen tonight, but as your heart pounded beneath his ear and your breathing was slowly starting to settle, he couldn’t help but smile and nuzzle his face against your chest, thinking about how glad he was that he’d forced himself to come over despite feeling like he couldn’t face you tonight.

“I love you.” You suddenly whispered, catching the mans attention. He pressed a kiss to your chest and tightened his arms around you with a smile on his face.

“I love you, too.”

[harveywritings92]

MHA/BNHA: Shigaraki x reader with a phoenix quirk

You're quirk is called phoenix, like the myth if you die your body will burst into flames burning you to ashes, of course you don't stay dead within seconds a baby version of you will be reborn from the ashes, then you'll grow back to the age of an adult in the span of three to four weeks! It was emotionally taxing to your family who pretty much disowned you, save for your cousin Jin (Twice) who letting you stay with him, and somehow you're dating Shigaraki... who just accidently killed you.

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A shocked silence fills the bar as everyone stared down at the pile of smoldering ashes that used to be a [y/ht] with pretty [y/hc] and fierce [y/ec] eyed woman by the name of Y/n, and their boss kneeling by the ashes crying looking at his hands while whimpering out apologies and that he didn't mean to... before running to his room, as this was happening, Toga disappeared and came back with Twice who looked around noticing everyone's somber expressions then joked, "Gee, who died?-read the room dumbass!" the room before his sight fell on the ashes. "Aw crap! not again!- did she order a flaming Moe..." he huffed confusing everyone as they watched the copy maker ask Kurogiri for a large towel and approached the ash pile.

Everyone watched the masked man reach into the pile which they noticed had started moving a little, after a few seconds everyone widened in shock their jaws dropped as Twice pulled a newborn baby girl out of the ashes shrieking like a banshee. "Hey there sunshine have a nice nap? - I got'cha! stop shrieking you damn brat!" He huffed carefully swaddling her in the towel then noticed everyone's eyes on him. "What?-dude really?!" Dabi was the first one to break the silence. "What the fuck? where hell did that kid come from?" he demanded pointing at the baby.

while Toga tried to coax Twice into letting her hold the baby.... which he kept just out of her reach. "Kid? do you guys need your eyes checked?-even a blind man could tell you who she is!" he showed them the little girl's [y/ec] eyes which were glaring at them all like she knew what was happening and was well aware of her surroundings. "No way... Y/n?!" Mr. Compressed exclaimed as the the kid rolled her eyes and huffed at them...

*Well obviously...*

Twice explained that it was her quirk she can't die, every time she's mortally wounded her body self-destructs then...reincarnates from the ashes. "She should be back to being an adult in about three weeks." that shocked everyone because they all thought Y/n was quirkless! "Someone should probably tell Shiggy." Toga cooed finally managing to pry the now infant Y/n from Twice but, wasn't able to cuddle the protesting baby for long as Dabi decided to do it, he took her from the blonde teen who pouted as the cremator carried Y/n to the back rooms before reaching the last room at the end of the hall; standing in font of Shigaraki's door.

The black haired man knocked. "Hey Boss, Open up!" he huffed only to be greeted by silence. "Look man I know you feel crappy, but ya need to open the door!" a muffled "go away" answered them as the scarred man huffed then thought of something he winked at the [y/hc] baby. "All right then, let's go Y/n!" Dabi shouted then turned around when he heard the door creak, Dabi smirked *too easy...* before looking over his shoulder to see a miserable looking Shigaraki staring at him suspiciously.

"What did you say just now?" the blue haired man hissed voice raw from crying, Dabi turned around giving his boss holding out the [y/hc] baby that was pouting. "I said let's go Y/n." the scarred man repeated Shigaraki's red eyes widen when he saw the infant in the cremator's arms, and was about to yell at Dabi for pulling this sick joke! 

until he saw her [y/hc] hair and her [y/ec] eyes glaring into his red one's with a clear message "*I'm still mad, you killed me over Mario-kart!*"  she humph'd at him causing her boyfriend to blink he was very confused, He looked at Dabi for an explanation. "I dunno, Twice said it's her quirk just ask him!" he huffed before handing her off to a frazzled Shigaraki who clearly didn't know what the fuck to to do! 

Shigaraki brought Y/n into his room put her in one of his T-shirts and sat her on his couch using throw pillows to keep her up right it was an awkward staring contest, as he asked her questions and she blink. (once for yes, twice for no)

"has this happened before?"  

{yes}

"more than once?"

[yes]

"Will you age like a normal baby?"

[No]

"how long before you grow up?"

*Y/n manages to hold up three fingers.*

"Three days?"

[no]

"months, [no] ...please don't say years. [no]"

"weeks?"

[yes]

Shigaraki relaxed but was still shaken up by this whole thing, and couldn't decide if he needed a drink, or go to bed... he opted for going to bed, and went looking for a laundry basket or something for Y/n to sleep in when he turned to look back at the couch he nearly had a heart-attack! when he saw Y/n trying to sit up on her own and started tilting towards the edge of the couch! The blue haired man cussed and had caught her as she was falling off. (he wearing gloves now don't worry) Shigaraki sighed in relief as held Y/n to his chest heart hammering against his rib cage.

 "Damn, those child safety commercials were right... it only takes one second!" he said voice cracking a bit as Y/n looked at him clearly offended that he called her a child.... and that he was clearly laughing at her! *just wait until morning then we'll see who laughs!* Of course the only thing she could do as a response was yelp "baw!" then blew a raspberry at Shigaraki who was checking his phone to see if it was fine for Y/n to sleep next to him? as she had clearly aged a few months, she started to crawling and tried to stand within the two hours that they were talking, the site he was on said it should be fine so long as she doesn't roll off...

The next morning.

Shigaraki woke up startled as baby Y/n wasn't sleeping next to him anymore! he panicked thinking she fell off the bed and  sat up looked around his room the paused when he set his sights on a little girl around 5-7 years old with waist long [y/hc] hair sitting on his couch watching Tv it was obviously Y/n, but that's not what caught his attention. "Where did you get those clothes?" he croaked tiredly eyeing the pink and black baseball-T and gray cargo shorts and blue flip-flops she had on.

"Kurowgiri gave d'em to me." Y/n said eyes still glued to the Tv, Shigaraki got up from bed and walked over to see what she watching. The news was running a story about some bartender in Ikebukuro with super strength chasing around some guy in a parka... 

Shigaraki turned his attention away from the Tv back to Y/n just in time to see her yank one of her teeth out! "Y/n!" the girl jumped and gawked at her boyfriend blood dripping down her lip. "Don't yank you teeth." he said sternly before turning off the Tv and taking her to the bar. 

Toga immediately tried hugging Y/n the little girl dodged and hid behind Twice; begging her cousin to make a copy of her so Toga will leave her alone, luckily her cousin obliged and Y/n could take a breath. "Don't yank your teeth!-naw, let her do it! It's so metal!" Jin barked seeing his cousin reach for her mouth; knowing what she intended to to do, the y/hc girl looked at him coyly before taking a seat at the bar or tried to, Dabi ended up grabbing her by the back of her shirt and sat her down on the stool next to him.

His eyes were glued to the Tv he was watching the same news story she was watching in Shiggy's room, everyone seemed really absorbed into it, *maybe they won't notice...* the [y/ec] child thought as she made sure no one was looking... "Don't yank your teeth." the cremator hissed as Y/n gawked at him, Dabi didn't even look away from the Tv! he just knew she going for it while everyone was distracted.  

That how Y/n's week went with adults left and right telling her to leave her teeth alone and let them fall out naturally, and they did, after Kurogiri gave her an apple... let's just say Y/n didn't smile much, was eating soup and smoothies for a couple days...

Week two the teenage week...

This Y/n was not too different from adult Y/n, except she actually like hanging out with Toga now... which creeped everyone out watching the two teens interact, talking about make-up, blood types and slasher films... and boys. Shigaraki was wondering if he should be worried when he heard the way his girlfriend talked about Hawks... But Kurogiri assured him it was puberty and hormones she'll forget all about the hero, and she did forget about Hawks.

Unfortunately, she seemed to have switched her fixation onto Dabi, who normally wouldn't mind the attention as he’d always had a small crush on Y/n, However that crush was on adult 'I take no bullshit' Y/n, not the little girl who stares at him all the time then runs away when he asks what she wants! He doesn't know how to deal with it, and he can't yell at her to piss off because She'll cry. then Twice will kick his ass! and Shigaraki will kill whatever's left! Luckily for Dabi this didn't last long! 

week 3 Y/n is back to normal.

The bar was completely empty, not a creature was stirring....... Well, Except for the two loud creatures that were screwing like rabbits in Shigaraki's room, their moans and groans echoing through out the base!   

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[soldierswar]

Kobik - Chapter I

Bucky x Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

Plot: You and Bucky's relationship is anything but ordinary. Something that you've been used to since day one. But one day when Bucky brings home an unexpected little guest with superpowers, you reluctantly find yourself thrusted into something close to parenthood much sooner than you had ever expected to be.

Notes: I've been obsessed with Kobik and Bucky's father/daughter relationship with her since I read the Thunderbolts comics. Enjoy protective dad!Bucky.

        *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

           “I’ve got to change that ring tone,” was your first thought after your atrociously loud phone woke you up in the middle of your mid-day nap. But you always felt the need to keep it off silent when Bucky was away from you for emergency use.

           You groggily propped yourself up and picked up the phone.

           “Everything okay?”

           “Let me guess. You just woke up?”

           There were no signs of real distress in his voice. So why the hell was he calling instead of texting?

           “Mmmmm,” you groaned.

           You being an investigative journalist had just finished working on an important writing piece that took over a month and a half to write. A piece that involved multiple trips across the ocean for in-person research. So you were pretty exhausted nowadays.

           “What’s up?” you asked mid-yawn.

           “Y/N…I need you to meet me somewhere as soon as possible. At…our spot.”

           Now you began to get worried.

You and Bucky had a special secluded spot in a nearby building that had been abandoned halfway through its being built years ago. It was safe to assume that it was just another private abandoned project after the blip that was never followed up on. So you and Bucky deemed it your secret place to go to if you needed to talk about something urgent where nobody could hear or see you.

           “Are you in some kind of trouble? Do we need a lawy—”

           “No, Y/N. It doesn’t have anything to do about me…for the most part.”

           “For the most part?”

           You could suddenly hear Sam’s voice echoing in the background again.

           “How worried do I need to be, Barnes?”  

           He hesitated.

Those pauses always made you incredibly anxious, and he knew that.

           “Are you safe? Are we safe?”  

           Another pause as he swallowed nervously.

           “James?”

           “I wouldn’t have called for you to come if I didn’t think that we’d be safe.”

           You shook your head. And although he couldn’t see it, he knew you enough to know that that was exactly what you were doing.

           “You trust me?”

           “Would I have married you if I didn’t?” you sighed lightheartedly.

           “I can be there in 30, okay?”

           And before you could hang up he said those three words that almost never faltered in making you smile, even in the worst of time.

           “I love you.”

…

           Despite the fact that he said that there was nothing really to be truly worried about, you couldn’t help but feel a pulsing anxiety surge through your body. In the years that you had been together, you never really had to use your spot for any type of unexpected emergency.

           You stumbled your way to the building being careful to not fall over the chunks of broken concrete protruding from the dirt before making your way to the door that was almost completely broken off minus two feet of it from the bottom still hinged to the door frame.

           “Hey,” said a familiar voice.

You turned around to see your husband’s beautiful face. You hadn’t seen Bucky in almost a week, so when he wrapped you in his arms you had no choice but to feel nothing but comfort and warmth. But after a two-second tender moment, you snapped out of it.

           “James,” you said.

“What is this about? Why am I here?”

           Before he could say anything, you could hear  Sam’s voice in another area of the house. It sounded almost as though he were giving orders to someone. Which was then followed by the echoes of a little childlike voice…

           You shook your head and reasoned that you were either hearing things, or things were about to get really weird.

           “Bucky,” you said raising your voice and crossing your arms.

           “How bad can it be?”

           Suddenly the only sound in the house was the sound of little footsteps sprinting towards you followed by Sam’s voice.

           “Kobi—”

           And right before your eyes, there was a little girl. A little girl that couldn’t have been older than 4 or 5 years old. She was incredibly pale and had blonde – No, white hair in two high pigtails. But the strangest thing about her was her inhumanly glowing blue eyes.

           “Everything okay Buckaroo?” she asked seeming concerned about him.

           “Shit,” Sam said under his breath as Bucky gave him a death stare.

           “Kobik,” Bucky scolded lightly, crossing his arms.

           “I told you not to come out until I said –”

           “I know,” she said as her little face and shoulders fell.

           “But someone seemed mad at you. Are you okay?”

           She turned her gaze over to you and gave you a once-over as if she were scanning you to see if you were a stranger and potential threat to your own husband.

           Sam finally joined you guys looking somewhat embarrassed.

           “Sorry, I couldn’t stop her.”  

           Now you were staring at Sam giving him the “What the hell is going on?” look.

           He didn’t seem like he wanted to be the one to answer.

Great, now you had two men who didn’t want to answer any questions about the strangest looking child that you had ever seen.  

           “Kobik,” Bucky said.

           “This is my wife, Y/N.”

           Her intense stare immediately softened, which eventually evolved into a big smile, and waved at you.

           “Hi!”

           You were awestruck, and couldn’t even answer. You just turned your stunned gaze away from her and back on to Bucky.

           “Bucky…” you said under your breath.

“I’m gonna ask you again. Why am I here?”

…

           Bucky took you outside next to a pile of large concrete rocks to sit on which you were grateful for because you were feeling pretty dizzy, and even felt a little sick.

Who was she? Did he have a kid that he decided to never tell you about? Did he feel the need to take her for some reason? Those were all logical thoughts that any rational human could think up for this type of situation. Right? And also, why did the poor thing look like…the way that she did?

           But when you finally did get Bucky to talk, everything came out of his mouth exceeded anything that you could ever imagine. In fact, for a moment of time if felt as though you were watching Bucky say a bunch of nonsensical sentences pre-exploding brain aneurism.

           But the longer he continued to speak, you realized that he was serious. This wasn’t some type of psychiatric meltdown or a sick joke.

           You shook your head as he reached over to put a comforting hand on your upper arm.

           “I know it sounds crazy, Y/N but—”

           “Crazy? No,” you shuddered, pulling away.

           “Crazy would be telling me that, I don’t know, you had some kind of accident child with someone during our marriage and you’re just bringing her over to tell me for the first time.”

           He opened his mouth to say something but you shoved your index finger in his face to continue.

           “Crazy would be telling me that you found a literal child with superpowers and you just decided to take her to see what she’ll do. But you’re meaning to tell me that it’s not even a human?”

           “Y/N—”

“You’re meaning to tell me,” you said pointing to the door.

           “That I’m supposed to believe that some extremely powerful force of ‘cosmic energy’ formed itself into a little girl, and you decided to make the impulsive decision of just taking it with you?”  

           “It’s not like that, Y/N,” he replied.

           “I’ve known about her for a little over a year now.”

           You couldn’t lie, that shocked you a little bit.

           “A year?”

           “Listen,” he said.

           “A year and a half ago were investigating a situation in Norway. One thing led to another and we ended up in an underground science lab with two scientists observing some type of glowing anomaly in the shape of a cube that they were carefully monitoring and studying. Sam and I made it our responsibility to keep this hidden and make sure it stays hidden.”  

           “So what does this have to do with—”

           He stopped you from finishing your sentence.

           “Two months later they call us to fly over and it seems that overnight this glowing anomaly somehow formed itself into this little girl that calls herself Kobik.”

           If you didn’t trust him as much as you did, you would be calling bullshit at this point. You didn’t even know that these kinds of things were humanly possible. Granted, you also didn’t think it humanly possible for a bunch of aliens to pretty much destroy New York, or for another batch of aliens to come down and somehow make half of the earth’s—No, the universe’s population disappear. So you continued to listen.

           “A few days ago we get a notice that the lab’s been breached, and by the time we got there, the two scientists are dead. When we get there to check out the scene we find that the five grown men that broke in were also dead. And a minute later we found Kobik shaking all alone in a corner.”  

           Your heart broke for her for a split second. But then you let his words sink in before realizing...

           “Wait,” you said

           “You said the intruders were dead.”

           He nodded.

           “Who killed…”

           He knew that you knew that answer.

           “She had to defend herself,” he shrugged.

           “And how did she do that, Bucky? She’s tiny.”

           And that’s when you realized that there was even more to the story.

           “Once she took form, they made it their focus to study the extent of her powers along with her behaviors. She talks, plays, and overall acts like a child of the age that she took form in…But in the wrong hands she could be used and abused into being a powerful weapon.”

           “So why did you take it?” You asked.

“It obviously can defend itself.”

           He didn’t seem thrilled about you talking about it like it was an inanimate object.

           “We don’t know if it was a fluke or not. She may not know how to properly defend herself and won’t get so lucky the next time. Next thing you know she could end up in the wrong hands. And she was scared, Y/N. I…We couldn’t just leave her.”

           You stressfully ran your fingers against your scalp through your hair.  

           “So what now?” you asked.

“She’s going to just stay here? In this abandoned half build house?”  

“No.”  

“…So is Sam going to keep her somewhere?”

The longer he stared at you the dizzier you started getting, understanding what he was actually asking.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

“I’m the only one she trusts.”

His last words fell into the background as you suddenly leaned over and threw up the entirety of your lunch…maybe even breakfast.

He held your hair back until you finally stopped.

“Bucky, you’re not saying,” you croaked while wiping your mouth.

“Tell me you’re not saying that you want to take her in.”

“Y/N, she’s scared. And I’m the only one she trusts to be around.”

You shot up and involuntarily started shaking your head.

No. This was not happening. He was not bringing a lethal science experiment into our house.

The world began to spin again as you probably got up too quickly, but you were good at playing it off. Why couldn’t he just be normal and bring an abandoned puppy home or something?

Regardless, there was no way that this could happen. There was no way that you could let this happen. You didn’t know who was going to invade your house to try to come to collect it. Much worse, you didn’t know how dangerous this thing was. What it could do to either of you when you least expected. What if it…she got startled in the middle of the night and activated some type of lasers in her eyes and cut you in half?

So you said what you needed to say.  

“No.”    

“Y/N,” he replied sympathetically.

“I know that this may be a lot so suddenly but—”

“No!” you said again putting your foot down.

“We can’t…Not right now. It’s not a good time”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Damn it.

“This isn’t some abandoned puppy that you found across the road, James! You brought home this radioactive weapon that people, might I add, bad people are looking for. And they’re not even the ones that I’m scared of!”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“After all that just came out of your mouth in the past 15 minutes, you really just had the nerve to tell me that I’m the one that’s not making any sense?” you exclaimed.

“What doesn’t make any sense is that your excuse is that this isn’t the right time. What do you mean by it’s not the right time, Y/N?”

“We…I have a lot of serious shit going on right now, okay?”

“I thought you were taking time off of work,” he pointed out.

“I am, okay? It’s just…”  

You paused, you didn’t know what to say or even how to say it.

“Is there something that I need to know? What does timing have to do with anything?”

“I…well…” you stuttered.

“Spit it out, Y/N.”

You sighed in defeat. You didn’t have a choice now.

“Because damnit, Bucky!” you shouted, startling yourself by how loud you were. But there was no stopping now.

“I’m pregnant.”

[bokunosimpfiction]

Yandere!Heisenberg x Reader Pt 3

A/N: Since y’all demanded a plot that’s what you’ll get. Will it be good? No. I’ve never written anything with a plot in my entire life. Ever. Not even when I did Nanowrimo or whatever. I just bullshitted the whole thing. Like I’ll do with this fic. Y’all are going to have to remind me to update because I have the attention span of a goat. I’ll try to update this on Saturdays??? IDK at this point. ALSO, WHY THE FUCK IS THIS SO POPULAR?????????? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY NOTES THIS HAS ON AO3???? 69????SIXITY FUCKING NINE??? I HATE EVERYTHING MY LEGACY WILL BE READER CALLING HEISENBERG DOOFSCHMIRTZ I HATE EVRYTHING DSHFUGSADFJ

Synopsis: You have totally, %100, given up on escaping. Totally. You haven't been gathering supplies for one, final last hurray. Nope. Totally not. All you have to do is persuade Heisenberg of that so you can change your mind at the last minute. Y’all know the trigger warning for this series but if you don’t tw:kidnapping (implied)

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             You’ve made a breakthrough in your long-term plan of escapism. Even with the mini escape attempts that were really about exploring the factory and less about actually trying to get out, you hadn’t made a lot of progress: until now.

             Well, two, really… Okay, maybe 1 ½. Firstly, you found a sawed-off two-barrel shotgun. With ammo. In fact, there was a various amount of ammo around the factory, but no actual gun. Until now. The second discovery, which is nowhere near as useful, was a window. Which was probably 50 or more feet up from the ground. You didn’t get a chance to inspect it that much, considering as soon as you saw it and got a glimpse at the far-off ground, you had to run again from Lycans.

             Which gives you a basic idea of a way to escape. You knew where the ammo was, you knew where the gun was and had a route to the edge of the building, and hopefully could find stairs at the end of the hallway. Now all you had to do was find a time where you could be gone long enough to get a decent head start before, he notices you’re even gone. Even when he was in the workshop, he kept a close eye on you, keeping you in arms-length to the point where it taxed on both of your mental health.

             And even then, in that chair in the small room, you watch him work in the finer details on something the size of your head and torso. You try not to look at the phone in your lap, he doesn’t even know you have it, much less how great the reception is in the building. How did he not know about his old phone that was still working fine? Oh well, he doesn’t need to know you’re looking at memes and reading feel-good wolf-star fanfic on ao3.

             The best idea you had was to leave him while he was asleep, but there were two some issues with that: he clung to you like his life depended on it, your back to his chest and arms around you almost tight enough to keep you awake; it was dark as hell in the hallways of the factory as is, but it would be impossible to navigate safely with the lights; and the Lycans were most active outside at night, which was where you were trying to go. They’ve tried to eat you before as they show no discrimination on food.

             The only way to get a good enough head start would be to leave while he didn’t notice you were gone, and wouldn’t notice for a long, long time. And that when it hit you. The only time he ever left you by yourself was when he had to deal with the other three lords. And while he left you in that basement that you originally woke up in, you had memorized your way out and found that going up five flights of stairs took you to that faithful widow.

             Would you have enough time to explore and look for an actual exit/entrance, or should you play it safe and find a way to go out that window. You wanted to laugh to yourself, you’d never think that going down a 50ft plus drop would be considered safe, but here you were, kidnapped and held hostage by one of the people your late grandmother warned you not to associate with, or even go near. The letter you received directly quoted “the four lords and their mother, Mother Miranda, are not to be approached or associated with at any costs. You’ll know them when you see them, they smell like death and money. See them and run.”

             You can’t help but find that ironic, considering that you did try to run, heeded her warning, and still faced the consequences that were far worse than she had warned you about. You regretted coming here, to this small village, when you first arrived: no friends, and even those you tried to approach held you to her standard and expected them to be just like her. You were far from her kind and optimistic nature (at least that’s what you heard of her; you hadn’t even known of her whereabouts until she was dead).

             Even the duke, who had helped smuggle you into the village, didn’t seem fond of you. It was a shame, you tried so hard to impress him. But he saw you to a point where you could easily reach her old cottage without having too many issues, turned his cart around, and left without a good-bye. It bothered you to no end that your only companion for about a year or so was an elderly outside cat and the creaking noises the walls made at night.

             And then the cat died and not even a week later you got kidnapped. You never considered yourself lucky, but damn if that wasn’t the worst streak of luck you’ve had in a long time.

             You pretend to turn a page in your book and scroll through your Instagram feed, seeing friends having fun at the beach, or studying at the library, or your old best friend taking selfies in provocative clothing to your ex-boyfriend. Did she forget he cheated on you? She wasn’t always the smartest, but she brought that heartbreak upon herself. You see a photo of your mom, she had posted a picture of a black and white photo of her with her mom, you’re guessing, you have no idea who that old woman is.

             This is the last photo I had with my mom before she died. We lost contact after I moved out. I wish we parted on better terms, Nana.

             She’s in a prairie dress, holding an ancient-looking key in one hand, and the other wrapped around her mom, a middle-aged woman with long hair in two braids and a face that had too many stress wrinkles. You guess your mom was as bad as you were in college. The background looks dreary. You would have guessed it to be the quality of the photo if you hadn’t recognized the house behind them as the house you lived in used to live in.

             The loops on the handle of the key look familiar. You spread your fingers apart to zoom in and see the blurry engravings on the side. It was the payment you gave to sneak into the village. You thought it was a worthless family heirloom at most and found it strange that he had even found interest in the key, or even valued it deeper than money in general. Maybe this photo or other photos of you and your family would help out.

             Why is that key suddenly piquing your interest? Were you that bored, as to sit there and think about a key that was at least twice your age? A key that you didn’t even have. You needed a hobby besides escapism and rejecting your captor’s sexual advances. You look up at him again, only to find him leaning against the desk, hat off and sunglass placed on his forehead, his gaze on you. It wasn’t his normal piercing one, that studied you and calculated your every move, but soft and lazy. His current gaze was dreamy; he was daydreaming about you. You found that equally undaring s it was unnerving.

             “Karl.”

             “Yes, Sweetiepea?” Honestly, what the fuck.

             “Firstly, why are you staring at me like that? Secondly, that is the most disgusting way to use that pet name. I need to take a shower after you called me that.”

             He chuckles light-heartedly. Even his softer more genuine, happy chuckles are booming and loud. “Okay… Sugarplum!” And he busts out laughing.

             Clearly dodging the first question and focusing on the second. You can’t believe you gave him ammo for his annoying-you-gun. And you thought you’d grown immune to most of his… less-savory traits. Were you growing used to him? Next thing you know you’re going to like him and develop Stockholm syndrome!

             “You’re a shit head, hobo magneto…” You turn your head away and let your hair cover half your face so he can’t see you smile. You’ll miss him when you escape and get the duke to smuggle you back to your home in Bucharest. But only a little. Just because calling Heisenberg these names are funny.

             “Why don’t you call me by my name, I know you know it.”

             “You sure about that?” You quip back.

             “You’ve lived with me for at least two months now!”

             “Hm…. I think I know your name! It’s uh…” You are totally faking not knowing his name. “It’s… Heidi Carlson? Yeah, that sounds about right!”

             “It’s Karl Heisenberg!”

             “Quit being so silly, Heidi! Maybe it’s nap-time!” This was a little too fun.

             He looks back at his project for a moment and genuinely considers it. “I know you’re being antagonistic but you’re probably right.” And with that, he walks towards you and goes to scoop you up. You have to shut your book quickly in order for him not to notice the phone in between its pages before you let him pick you up.

             He immediately notices that. “Are… Are you sick?”

             “No! Of course not!” Because you genuinely aren’t sick, and he’s already up in your business as-is, you don’t need him dotting on you because he thinks you’re sick or something. You’ll go fucking crazy.

             “You’ve put in zero effort into anything remotely physical since your last little failed escape attempt.” He gave it a little bit of thought. “You’ve given up, haven’t you, and you’re just depressed about it aren’t you?”

             You want to say no, you really do, but if Heisenberg thinks you’ve given up on escaping, perhaps it’ll give you enough space to plan the big one. The reverse heist so to speak. “No- I… okay maybe I have but I still don’t like you.

             He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good girl. Now let’s get us that well-deserved nap.”

             You plug your nose and turn away as a joke. “You’ve gotta take a bath first, you smell like oil and sweat.” You don’t fight it, because you have to play the part, but you still have to act a little bit like yourself.

             “Okay, fine doll, but don’t think you’ve escaped my barrage of affection, because as soon as I get out of the shower-“

             You bonk him. And he looks at you so confused before he smiles and leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours. You try to hold the bile back in your mouth and lean forward and peck his lips before leaning back. You failed at trying to not visibly gag.

             “Ew… I can’t believe I just kissed you.”

             “Well, I guess someone caught feelings… Didn’t they?”

[seasonschange-butpeopledont]

300 is an awesome achievement!! Your fics are just out of this world amazing and I keep coming back to re-read them all the time, YES, THEY’RE THAT GOOD 😄 I have a little request for you: it’s from list two in the Misc. category, number 16 “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” with F! Reader and Frankie Morales 🥺 I am so SOFT for that man!!!

DIY and Other Disasters

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (Established Relationship - Wife!Reader)

Warnings: Fluff. Just fluff, and DIY.

Word Count: 1,043

Author’s Note: I really hope you don't mind me using this as a starting point for some DIY-centric oneshots with everyone's favorite Home Depot Husband. I've recently gotten into furniture building and the learning curve is real. Inspired by a discussion we had about my blog a few months ago about Frankie building you a coffee table, which I will link if I can ever find it again.

Prompt: "YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!"

Summary: After a failed attempt at your first DIY project, Frankie offers some help.

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You woke up early on Saturday morning, dragged yourself out of your warm bed, and headed to Home Depot in Frankie’s truck to purchase everything you’d need. You’d spent the night scrolling through dozens of tutorials before finally settling on an end table project that seemed to coordinate well enough with your current living room furniture.

When you returned home, you found your husband and daughter cuddled on the couch in their pajamas, both with messy hair and bleary eyes, watching cartoons as they ate breakfast.

Normally, you would be right there with them, swaddled in a blanket burrito as you chowed down on a bowl of cereal, but today you were on a mission.

You and Frankie had been together long enough that he no longer questioned you when you dove headfirst into a project like this without warning or sufficient experience. He simply allowed you to lead him into the garage, gave you the best crash course in DIY carpentry he could manage at nine-thirty on a Saturday morning, and turned you loose.

Frankie went back to the living room a few minutes later, returning to his seat on the couch beside your daughter. It wasn’t long before he heard the whirring of saw blades in the garage.

Isabella immediately pouted up at him, an accusing look in her dark eyes. “No fair! Why don’t I ever get to play with the tools?”

“Because Mom knows what she’s doing…” Frankie replied confidently, before adding under his breath, “I think.”

The table was... not a table. It was a few scraps of wood that, when assembled by screws and nails, displayed vaguely table-like qualities.

Okay, sure, the legs were uneven. Measure twice, cut once. Frankie had spouted the phrase like it was sage wisdom, but you were an adult and you knew how to use measuring tape, thank you very much.

Well, apparently not.

And then there was the matter of the mitered corners, which you could clearly see were not forty-five degree angles despite what the saw had told you, leaving your with four pieces of wood that absolutely did not form a shape that looking anything like the Pinterest photos. You’d hammered them together as best you could, but there was no denying the mistake.

“I thought you told me you took woodshop in high school,” was all that Frankie said when you finally dragged him out to the garage to inspect your creation. The seconds seemed to drag on for hours as he slowly circled the sad little end table.

“I did.”

“Then I guess I should have asked, did you pass woodshop?”

“Yes.”

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, looking from you to the table and then back to you again. “Bullshit.”

“For your information, I was very decent at wood burning,” You told him defensively. The pout on your face would have put Isabella’s to shame, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were sweaty, frustrated, and had more splinters in your fingers than you could count. You needed a nap.

“How were you at geometry?”

“Less decent, but this—“ You pointed to the wonky corners of the table top, “— was not my fault. That stupid, old saw said it was set at forty-five degrees—“

“Hey, leave our tools out of this,” Frankie shook his head. “They’re vintage.”

Vintage was a generous term for the clunky items you’d found in a “fifteen dollars if you take the whole box of crap” deal at a garage sale. They’d been the perfect birthday gift for your new boyfriend at the time, a certain army pilot who had a penchant for tinkering and general handiness, but no real need to invest hundreds of dollars into something he could only use a couple of times throughout the year when not on deployment. A decade later, they were looking a bit worse for wear.

“Well, I don’t understand what I did wrong,” You grumbled.

“Honey, I thought I mentioned that you might need to use the square for those cuts,” He reminded you, holding up the bright orange, plastic triangle that definitely would have given you the perfect forty-five degree cut if you had bothered to use it. “The measurements on the saw are off by a couple of degrees.”

You sighed, taking a step back to inspect the poorly cobbled together pieces of wood you hesitantly called an end table. “Be honest, can you fix this?”

Frankie rolled his eyes good-naturedly, his lips tugging up into a lopsided grin as he leaned back against his truck and crossed his arms over his chest. “Bob Vila himself couldn’t fix that.”

Oh, that smug bastard. He was enjoying this too much. You reached for Isabella’s Disney Princess playball, aiming it at him and throwing. There was no force behind it, but it was perfectly angled, bouncing off the brim of his hat and knocking it off of his head. Without missing a beat, Frankie exclaimed, “You said be honest, stop hitting me!”

“Then stop making fun of me, Francisco,” You countered as you watched him bend down to pick up the hat. “You aren’t being helpful.”

He let out a chuckle, replacing the hat on his head and pushing away from the body of the truck to stand beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and he pressed a kiss to your kiss, making the corners of your lips tug themselves into a smile. “Okay, okay, I’ll be helpful. I’ve got an idea.” You hummed a sound of interest, prompting him to continue.

“This table really isn’t that bad for a first try. If this whole DIY thing is something you’re really interested in, we could work on it together. I can show you the ropes, get Isabella one of those little plastic tool belts, and we can spend some quality time together as a family… It might be fun. We can start next Saturday, if you want.” There was an excitement in his voice that he tried to hide, but you could see the spark in his eyes. Frankie loved this kind of thing.

You beamed at him, today’s failed project long forgotten and you mind already dreaming up possibilities of what you would create next. “Consider it a date.”

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[goddesswritings]

Sins of Lovers - Colby Brock | Part Three

Title: Sins of Lovers – Part Three

Pairing: Colby x Reader

Summary: Y/n has an eye-opening conversation with her mother, but she’s not all that sure she can change. With Colby by her side, she finds ways to navigate the way she feels about what is happening.

Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: Horrible parenting and just some tooth rotting fluff.

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<< PART TWO

“How are you feeling?” Colby asked when you woke up from your nap. He was lying beside you, caressing your arm in the most wonderful way.

“I feel okay. I’m still really confused by all of this.” You admitted while turning to face the blue-eyed man beside you.

“Don’t worry, I’m confused too. But not about us. I know what I want to happen between us.” He pushed some of your hair behind your ear as he nuzzled close to you.

You happily let him pull you close. “What do you want to happen between us?” You knew what you wanted but you needed to make sure that Colby wanted the same, because you didn’t want to put all your feelings into a guy who doesn’t feel the same, but it felt like he did.

“Well.” He kissed your cheek. “I want to be with you. I want to pursue a relationship, despite the fact that our parents are engaged. I don’t care if this is wrong because all I want is to be with you.”

“You’re sure about this?”

“I am. Do you want that?” He sounded a bit scared to hear your answer.

“I do. I have liked you for way too long, to just let you go like that.” This answer satisfied him because he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Let’s see where this will go, okay?”

“That sounds perfect to me, Cole.” You both kissed again when there was a persistent knock at the door.

“Stay here, I will answer it.” He said pulling himself from the bed and making his way to the door, where the person knocked again. He opened it and immediately your mother pushed her way into the room.

“Could you give us a minute, Colby?” She asked not even looking his way.

“Umm no.” He answered clearly knowing she was going to yell at you.

“Excuse me?” She questioned finally looking at him and sending him a glare.

“This is my hotel room also, so you can’t kick me out.”

Your mother just rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She grumbled and faced you, who was still in bed. “What the fuck was that at lunch?”

Of course, you knew she was going to give you hell for it, but you at least thought she would let you recover first. “I’m sorry I got sick?” You said in a questioning tone.

“Bullshit. You just wanted to cause a scene when something special happened to me.”

“No mother, I legitimately went off to puke. I wasn’t trying to cause a scene.” You pulled yourself to sit up in bed. Your mother still looked pissed.

“Yeah that’s hard to believe.”

“Why is that?”

“You always manage to find a way to ruin whatever is going good for me.”

She was being cryptic.

“How?”

“John proposed to me and instead of being happy for me, you make a bullshit excuse to get out of there instead of sitting there and enjoying the moment.”

“Would you have rather I thrown up all over the table, mother.” A level of sass was heard in your voice.

Her eyes were practically in slits as the anger went through her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know, what?”

“You’re a fucking spoiled little brat. Can’t you just let me be happy for once?”

“I don’t know why you think I’m stopping your happiness.”

“Because you walked right out of my engagement. That’s so fucking rude.”

“I already explained why.”

“I don’t buy it. Why don’t you want me to be happy?” She started to sound like a child at this point.

You still weren’t feeling completely well from lunch and her whining wasn’t helping at all. Colby looked like he was about to lose his patience.

You pulled yourself from the bed, to stand up in front of her. “Who said I didn’t want you to be happy?”

“You’ve sabotaged every chance of happiness I could have had. Your father left because of you. Then every time I tried to date; no man wanted to stay because I had a fucking child.”

Here we go again. She was blaming you for all her dating problems.

“I was four years old when my father left, how was I the one to make him leave?” You had a feeling you knew what she would say but you wanted to see if she would actually go that far.

“It’s because you were born. You were unexpected to us and he never wanted a child. He stayed for four years but he was never around. The two of us never wanted you.”

Her words slapped you in the face. It all came crashing down on you and you needed to sit down. You stepped back and sank down onto the bed.

Colby knew he had to step in now. “It’s time for you to leave.” He told your mom, and she didn’t look happy.

“Who are you to tell me to leave?” She was defensive.

“Mother please. I don’t feel good and you’ve said enough.” You argued.

She stared at you for a while before deciding to leave you alone finally. “You better change your attitude, Y/n.” She grumbled before rushing out of the room.

Her words swirled in your head. Tears blurred your vision as the gravity of her words fell on you.

“Y/n, baby. Please don’t listen to her. I don���t know what her problem is, but she had no reason to say those things to you.” Colby took a seat beside you and pulled you into his side.

“She’s right though. They never wanted me.” You mumbled into his chest, letting the tears fall.

“She’s a bitch for saying that to you. No parents should say something like that to their child. It doesn’t matter if it’s what she feels or not. That’s just fucked up.”

He was right but you couldn’t stop the tears. “But they don’t want me, Cole. My own parents don’t want me.” How pathetic.

Colby pulled you into his lap and wrapped you up into him. You two were particularly close in this position. He placed his forehead against yours and held you close.

“Y/n, sweetie. Fuck your parents. If they’re going to say that, then they don’t deserve you. They are the shit ones in this situation.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You whimpered as he showered you with these intimate kisses.

“You have me, y/n. I’m not going anywhere. Please let me catch you when you fall and show you how loyal I can be. I will make sure you feel nothing but love and happiness from now on.”

“I want that.”

“You will have that. Trust me and I will make sure to bring you all the love, happiness, and acceptance one could ever ask for.”

You nodded and pressed your lips to his in a soft and truly sweet kiss. The feelings he gave you were intense, and you knew there was something much deeper between the two of you. His actions proved he felt it too.

“Thank you, Colby. I hate that I brought you into this but thank you for supporting me right now.” You were still snuggled up in his arms.

“Of course, I’m here to support you. Now what do you say we take a nap and then order some room service for dinner?”

“I like that idea. We don’t have to leave the room, so I’m down.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead, before leading you back to the bed and wrapping you up into his arms. He brought comfort to you, even when you weren’t feeling well.

**

The next morning, you woke up feeling better and to a text that said your mom wanted to have lunch with you. Alone. Colby woke up to you frowning over the text.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” He questioned as he looked down at your phone.

“My mother wants me to meet her for lunch, alone.” You said while still frowning.

“Damn. I guess there is no way you can get out of it, is there?” He asked while talking the phone from you.

“Nope, she will surely kill me if I bail on her. I already told her I would meet her in the lobby.”

“I’m sorry.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “It’s okay, Cole. I shouldn’t be scared of my own mother. I’m hoping we can have a civilized conversation, especially if we’re in public.”

“Yes, hopefully that means she will stay levelheaded.”

You nodded but were still fretting meeting up with her. Who knows what she would say to upset you today? She seemed or be exceptionally good at making you upset. When you returned home, you thought she had changed, but she definitely had not changed.

“I can hang around and stop her if she gets out of hand?” He suggested with the cutest little smile.

“Thanks, that’s extremely sweet but no. I’m going to handle her on my own. I can do it.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am. I need to talk to her, maybe tell her that she has to stop blaming my father leaving her, on me.”

Colby smiled at you. “You’re brilliant.”

You giggled. “Thank you, Colby. I have to get ready now.”

He grabbed my hand before I could leave the bed. “Take a shower with me first?”

“I don’t have that much time.”

He leaned in close and placed the sweetest kiss on the column of my neck. “Please, I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

His offer sounded so good. “Okay, but maybe I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself.” He sent you a sexy wink, before he pulled you off to the bathroom for that shower.

Your mother was already waiting in the lobby when you exited the elevator. The nerves had bubbled to the top by the time you’d reached the bottom floor. You had no clue what her attitude would be like today and it scared you.

She turned and found you walking towards her. You couldn’t decipher her mood from that far away, but you tried to keep up a positive mood as you walked towards her.

“Good afternoon, y/n. Are you feeling better today?” Her question took you off guard.

“Ahh, yes. I’m feeling much better today.” You answered.

“Great, let’s get going.” She led you from the hotel out into the sunny streets of Boca Raton. It was midday, which meant that the streets were full of people milling about, doing whatever the city had to offer. “There’s this cute little café about a block away.” She said as you trailed her. She still hadn’t mentioned yesterday, which felt nice.

“Sounds good to me.” You answered as the two of you quietly made your way towards the café.

It wasn’t too busy when you got there, so you both were seated pretty quickly at a table that sat right by the open window. The waitress handed you menus and left you to look over them.

“Y/n, I need to apologize for the way I acted last night. I shouldn’t have done that at all. John and I talked, and he made me see the truth. It was unfair for me to treat you like that.” She said once she’d looked over the menu.

Your stomach dropped when she said John’s name. The only reason she was apologizing was because John convinced her to do so. Of course.

“Oh, thank you, mom.” You mumbled as the waitress came to take your orders. The tension was thick between the two of you, but you both pretended it was not.

Once the waitress took your orders, she left you and your mother alone again. “I should have never said what I did last night. I didn’t mean it, sweetie. It was messed up for me to put all this blame on you.”

“Mother, you have been putting blame on me since my father left.” You retorted, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“I know I have. I need to apologize for all of that. I know it’s hard to forgive me for all I have done, and I understand that you need time. But I need you to know that I’m sincerely sorry for the way I have treated you.”

“Why apologize now?”

“Well, I’m engaged to an amazing man. A man who has changed me for the better. You’re getting older and I realized I don’t want to drive you away. I already did when you left for college, and I can’t keep doing that. You’re going to get married one day. You’re going to have kids. I want to be there for you and for them.”

Her explanation made total sense, but it didn’t sound completely genuine and it concerned you. There was a chance she could easily turn on you if you did something she didn’t agree with. Something like sleeping with the guy that was going to become your stepbrother.

“Thank you, mom. Your apology means a lot to me, but we should take it slow. You did so much to me when I was growing up. It really messed me up. But I think I can try.” You explained.

She sent you a small smile. “That’s all I ask for. I want us to get along and I want to be a real mother to you. I promise to work on myself and we will see where it goes.” She suggested.

“Okay, that sounds like a plan.” You answered, feeling an inkling of doubt bubbling up inside of you.

**

Once lunch ended, your mother left quickly, claiming she had a spa reservation a few streets over. You just rolled your eyes and started to head back to the hotel. You’d texted Colby to tell him the lunch was over, but he hadn’t replied. Perhaps he had gotten busy.

As you walked, a figure caught your eyes. A tall blue haired guy was walking towards you with a huge smile on his face. It was Colby. He reached you and took your hand in his.

“Hey gorgeous, someone looks happy.” He commented as he led you down the street.

“Well, lunch went well with my mother. She apologized for what she said. I told her I needed to take it slow though.” You explained as Colby led you down a street that led away from the hotel.

“I’m happy it went better than you expected. I think it’s wise to take it slow.”

“Especially since she only apologized because your father talked to her.”

“Of course it’s like that. Sorry babe.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek before continuing to lead you down the street. The crowd had considerably thinned out.

“Where are we going?” You questioned as you caught glimpses of the ocean behind the buildings.

“I have a buddy who had a beach house here, and he’s not in town this week. So I figured we should go spend the day and perhaps the night there. To get away from the parents and of course have some alone time.”

“That sounds wonderful. But I need some clothes.”

Colby smirked and sent you a wink. “You won’t need any clothes, love.” This made you blush deeply. The thing that was blooming between the two of you, felt so natural.

The two of you walked up to a gorgeous beach house. It was small but extremely cute. It felt more your pace than the opulent hotel you were staying in.

“What happens if our parents go to find us and we aren’t there?” You questioned as he led you to the house.

“We don’t have to worry. My father told me he was taking your mother to a fancy dinner to celebrate and that you and I weren’t invited.” He unlocked the house and led you into the cozy little home.

“Perfect. Then we have an evening alone together.” You acknowledged.

Colby shut the door behind you before he lightly pushed you up against it. “We sure do, sweet girl.” He captured your lips in a passionate little kiss that left you breathless.

You happily kissed back, feeling true happiness while you were with him. He really made you feel wanted and appreciated. Something that was often hard to feel when you were around your mother for long periods of time.

He pulled away from your lips and his kisses started traveling down your neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin before he finally pulled away. You grabbed a hold of him and pulled him back, not done yet. Your lips landed on his in a flurry of passion.

Colby chuckled and broke the kiss again. “I love this baby, I really do, but I have plans for us.”

“What kind of plans?” You questioned, curious of what Colby planned for the two of you.

“My buddy has a boat, and so I packed up dinner for us and I figured we’d go for a nice boat ride. How does that sound?” He asked, taking your hand and leading you through the small house.

“I love it, but I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“You do. I lied when I said we didn’t need clothes. I packed us some clothes for tonight.”

You shook your head as he led you into the bedroom. On the bed was a bag that was full of your things.

You turned and kissed his cheek. “You’re the best.” Looking through the bag, you pulled your bathing suit out.

“I wouldn’t go that far. I just want us to have a fun time here, instead of being stuck at that hotel with our parents. I’m sure they love the alone time they are getting without us there.” He stated going through his own bag.

“Of course.” You excused yourself to the bathroom to put on your suit and get ready for the evening. Once you exited the bathroom, you found Colby in the main living area, checking over the food he’d packed for you both.

“You ready?” He looked you over and licked his lips at what he saw. That action alone, had your body growing hot with desire. How did this man do this to you?

“Yes.” You helped him with the stuff as he led you from the house out to the little dock off the backyard. There was a Sea Ray boat docked onto it. It was a pretty sizable boat. “Do you know how to use a boat?”

He smiled as you walked onto the dock. It rocked lightly with the waves. “I sure do. I used to go boating every summer with my father. He had me get my boating license when I turned 18. So you’re in safe hands.” Colby stopped at the boat and put the stuff you needed down. He hopped onto the boat and then grabbed the bags. You handed yours to him. Then he took your hand and helped you onto the boat.

He settled the bags before he started to undock the boat. Once it was free from the dock, he swiftly led the boat out to the open sea. You sat on the cushioned bench as you watched him navigate the water until you were on the open sea. You pulled on your sunglasses and relaxed until Colby turned around and mentioned that the two of you needed to put on sunscreen.

You put it on him first since he was still navigating the boat. He loved the feeling of your soft hands rubbing the lotion onto him. Your fingers traced the scratches you had left on his skin two days prior. They were fading, but you could still see them. Once you finished, Colby stopped the boat and allowed it to drift. He then took the sunscreen from you and started to apply it on you.

His strong hands rubbed it over your sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to form as he rubbed it all over. He rubbed it over your shoulder, letting his hand dip over your chest and tease the tops of your breasts. Then he focused on your back, and lower back. You could tell he was itching to touch you in all your sensitive places, but you were still too close to the shoreline for you to feel comfortable. Once he’d finished applying it, the two of you washed the excess lotion from your hands.

You once again took a seat and Colby began to move the boat again. He pointed out certain spots he would love to visit one day before the two of you were finally far enough from the shoreline. He anchored the boat.

“It’s so calming out here.” You said as you looked out into the water. The ocean wasn’t too wavy today, it was perfect.

“It is and I enjoy it. But I also enjoy my company.” His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and it was beautiful.

“I think I like my company too.” You said teasing him.

“You think? Baby you better be sure of it because I’m about to show you how much you should enjoy being with me.”

“I would like that!”

He let out a cute laugh. “Of course, I should have known.” He leaned in and kissed your lips. “Do you want to swim for a bit?”

You nodded, happy to do anything with him. For the next hour, the two of you played in the water, messing around with each other and having a blast. The sun was starting to go down, but there was at least an hour in a half left of daylight.

Once you had exhausted yourselves swimming, you found yourself lying against Colby back on the boat. It was so sweet.

“Colby, can I ask you something?” You suddenly felt the need to ask this, so you wouldn’t step over the boundaries.

“You can ask anything.” He intertwined a hand with yours.

“How is your mom after what your father did to her?” He was quiet and you thought you had overstepped your bounds.

Colby squeezed your hand. “She’s better than she was when it first happened. When she first found out, she decided moving back to Kansas was the best choice for her and it hurt. I couldn’t go with her because I had to finish school. For so long, she refused to even open up about how she felt but when she did, it helped her move on. She’s now in a good relationship with a guy she dated in college and things are going well for her.”

You nodded. “So she’s okay now?”

“Yes, she is. I mean she still hates my father, and I don’t blame her, he’s such an asshole. I can’t even count the amount of women he’s had after the divorce. Cheating is just what he does, and I don’t think he will ever change.”

“My mother is going to completely see that, and I want to feel bad, but I can’t after what she has done to me.”

Colby kissed your neck sweetly. “Yeah, I wouldn’t feel bad either. She’s been so horrible to you and it’s not fair.”

“I’m a little happy you have seen the way she treats me. No one else ever believed me when I talked about it. My own father just said I was making up things for attention like many children of divorced parents do. It always been hell.”

He hated hearing that, but he knew exactly how you felt. His own father accused him of it, and honestly sometimes he was just acting out for attention. But with your mother, it was a different story.

“You never deserved it at all. We’re going to do what we can to make sure she treats you with the respect you deserve.” Just being here with him was honestly so good for you. Also hearing that he was here to support you made everything feel better.

“Thank you.” You brought your intertwined hands up and kissed his knuckles.

He buried his face into your neck. The two of you were quiet as you just basked in the comfort of being there together and being away from your parents. The warm sun on your skin was making you feel sleepy and Colby just let you relax against him.

At some point, after the sun started to set, Colby suggested some dinner and you happily agreed. He set up a little picnic for the two of you on the boat. He even packed some wine.

“This is so cute. Colby Brock, you’re secretly a romantic, aren’t you?” You teased as you sipped some wine.

“Baby, it’s not a secret. Not anymore at least. I find it’s easy when I’m with you.” He really felt that you brought out the best in him and he wished he would have made a move before you both graduated from high school.

“I love this side of you. A lot. I have never had a guy go out of his way to get a beach house for us as well as take us out on a boat and prepare dinner.” If heart eyes were a real visible thing, you knew you would have them.

Colby leaned over and kissed you like he had been doing all day. It never got old. “Good, I would expect more of this from me. Because I just want to spoil you and make you happy.”

“I will happily accept this, as long as I can spoil you in return.”

“Of course. Oh wow, look out there. I just saw some dolphins.” He pointed out into the ocean where some more dolphins jumped up making you giggle.

“That’s so cute.” Once again, your hands were intertwined, and you just had the sweetest little boat date you could have ever imagined.

 PART FOUR >>

[ketchupkio]

Pillow Talk

co-written with @mizuriii!!

Rating: G

Category: M/M

Relationship: Legend/Warriors

Words: 2123

Contents:

established relationship, the rest of the polycule is mentioned, trans male character, fluff, like some cavity inducing fluff, light angst, nightmares, prophetic dreams, phantom pain, chronic pain, comfort, Legend and Warriors being mushy, sleeping in the same bed, lullabies, contains like 1.5 references to sex lol, also a reference to Plot??? OWO???

Summary:

Legend and Warriors get some rest... or try to.

An excerpt of something that was supposed to be canon in the AU, but we didn't think hard enough about the timeline first so it's not lmao. Hope you like it!!!!!

Context: Legend, Twilight, Sky, and Wild have just come back from a excursion and traveled the whole night, not sleeping, because they got freaked out by something. Warriors couldn't sleep either because he was worried about them (...but mostly about Legend, let's be real). Legend saw him and immediately went cling! but Wars started spouting theory and strategy and that wasn't super appreciated by the sleep deprived heroes.

The hero with his face currently buried in Warriors’ scarf groaned in protest. “Babe, c’n it wait until ’ve had caffeine or a nap? Please…”

Twilight looked like he didn’t absorb half of what Wars had said. “Strategist brain is appreciated, but a nap would be good, yeah.”

"Er.... s-sorry. We've got these rooms for the next two days, so you're all welcome to head back upstairs if you want...?"

Legend tugged on his scarf, trying to get his eyes to focus enough to glare at him. “You’re coming too. Ya didn’t sleep either, dummy.”

"I-- .... okay, okay, I'm coming. I just wanted to let them know they don't have to rush."

Warriors smiled at him and let Legend push him toward the stairs.

"Your rooms are the three at the far end of the second floor, and the first right hand door on the third."

“Their room is on the third, if you wanna avoid it,” Wind sneered. Hyrule pinched his ear and Legend flipped him off before managing to successfully shove Warriors into the stairwell.

"Are you really alright?" Warriors asked, slipping an arm around Legend’s body. ".....You look exhausted, love...."

Legend hummed. “No one got hurt, but… haven’t been sleepin’ well recently. Barely got any ‘n past few days… Nightmares… ‘N I have a hard time without you...”

"....Me too. When I turn over and you're not there, it's--.... it's cold, you know? But more than cold."

Warriors kissed his temple as he led up to their room, and produced a spare key for Legend in case he wanted to get up and get breakfast before Warriors woke later on, unlocking the door with it before slipping the key into Legend's waist pouch.

"Come sleep with me, okay...? We'll actually get some rest for once."

Legend nodded, and after the door closed, he let Warriors unbuckle his belt and open his tunic. Legend would have dropped them on the floor, but Warriors laid them over the back of a chair, along with his scarf.

“Stays and boots off,” he instructed, and Legend complied with barely an insubordinate tongue sticking out in return. Warriors chuckled at him fondly as he climbed into bed and reached for him, trying to snag the hem of his shirt as he changed into something softer.

“Love you…” Legend murmured. “C’mere…”

"Your wish is my command," Warriors hummed, settling in once he was changed himself, and nestling up under Legend’s chin. His hands pressed gently against Legend’s side and his back, and Warriors took a minute just to breathe in the smell of Legend’s presence. "I love you more..."

Legend would have protested if he hadn’t been so damn tired, so all Warriors got was a (frankly adorable) grumble as the younger hero slung his arms around him and pressed his cheek against the golden hair at his crown. Warriors could feel the tension leaving him as he relaxed, and with Legend’s steady heartbeat under his ear, he could finally breathe easy enough to relax too.

"......Goddesses, we're such anxious wrecks," he laughed after a minute. "Fuck me sideways..."

"Mmh. Maybe tomorrow."

Warriors snorted, then kissed his neck before settling again.

"Sleep well for me, love.... My night depends on it."

…..Legend tried his best. He did.

There were flashes of the desert, of a different era’s Hyrule Castle, of the shade of a king and a jaded prince taking the throne from a corrupt queen, a furious Sheikah founding a rogue organization, and an old, bitter sorcerer with a young face making a deal he couldn’t refuse. Then, dark, choking mists of acid, plants and grass melting at their feet as they advanced, searching, hunting--

Legend shot awake, gasping as phantom pain shot through his arms and back along old, white scars that coiled and branched off like vines through his blood vessels in place of the stinging, corroding pain of acid from his dream.

He didn’t even hear Warriors calling his name until the pain receded to a strong, but not overwhelming ache.

It was dark, he could hear rain hitting the shutters of the windows, and he could feel the storm in his hands and knees and hips.

“Link…” he managed, in an effort to let his partner know he was alive.

Warriors loosed a gasp of relief and worry, and then pulled Legend tight to his chest.

"Y-you were wailing," the captain said, tripping over his words, "a-and crying for me-- are you okay?"

“Sorry…” he rasped, trying to get his bearings. Gods, his throat was raw and he could feel sweat rapidly cooling on his skin in the chill the rain brought. It’d be nice if he could flex his hands at all, or move his anything without it hurting. “I-I ruined your sleep, didn’t I?”

"To hell with my sleep, y-you're in pain, aren't you? Is it the storm? ....Fuck, where'd I put my potion bag--"

“‘S okay, don’t rush… Potions don’t help a lot when there’s nothin’ to heal, babe,” Legend muttered, sluggish even as a sense of urgency crept over him. “...Had a dream. Been having similar ones lately… I have a bad feeling about it.”

"....... Can you tell me about it?" Warriors asked. "You sounded like you were in agony, it scared me...."

Legend leaned into him as best he could. “O-old pain trying to come close to dream pain… It had a sorcerer in it, and a rogue Sheikah… Didn’t Wild say the Yiga from his era used to be Sheikah? This might have been the first of them… Something about Hylian royalty… I-I had prophetic dreams before my first quest…. This feels like those.”

".....A prophetic dream you have bad feelings about....?" Warriors grimaced. "....Should we wake up Sky and the sprite? If you're having prophetic visions, they might be too, but if they're not we can maybe rule out that there's an evil sorcerer on our case."

Legend wanted to ball his fists in Warriors’ shirt, but he couldn’t make his fingers do more than curl loosely. “If I could move, yeah, but that’s probably not going to be for a while… You could get them if you wanted.”

".......Later. When the storm passes, because I'm not leaving you."

Legend let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Thank you…. Come here and hold me? I’m cold…”

He didn't have to ask Warriors twice. The captain practically wrapped himself around Legend, and pulled in close and tight.

"I've got you, love. I'll keep you warm."

Legend kissed whatever part of Warriors was closest, which happened to be his jaw. “....You’re wonderful…”

….Something nagged at him, though. Warriors hadn’t been a part of his dream that he could remember, but…

“Hey… You said I called out to you…?”

"Yeah.... I think you were asking for help...."

“That… doesn’t bode well,” Legend grimaced. “Can you promise me something, though? I mean like actually promise, no matter the circumstances.”

"......You're scaring me a little.... What is it...?"

“Don’t throw yourself in front of anything for anyone. Not even me. Don’t do reckless bullshit that would get yourself hurt instead of others. That’s not to say you can’t defend anyone, just… don’t jump in where you know you’re gonna overextend and get hurt as a result. Does that make sense? I know that’s both specific and not at the same time, but I can’t explain it. I just… have a feeling. Promise you’ll be careful about that?”

"Don't do something reckless that'll get me killed out of some white knight complex and lack of self preservation? Is that what you want from me?"

Legend tried to shrink further into Warriors’ chest. “....Yes….”

"......You're asking me for quite the tall order," Warriors hummed, pressing kisses against Legend’s temple. "Aren't I supposed to be your dashing knight in shining armor, astride a white horse, keeping all the scary monsters at bay?"

He was trying for humor, but humor wasn't a given promise.

Legend huffed, but the kisses were sweet and he liked the attention. “Yes, and I know that’s a whole personality archetype for you, but Link… I’m worried. Please. This wasn’t in my dream, but it’s got the same feeling. Can you promise me that you won’t do something stupid like that?”

"I--"

Warriors hesitated.

".....Legend-- if something happened to you--"

“No, no, that’s not relevant. Link. We carry fairies and spells and items as countermeasures so if we do get into a dire situation like that, we’ll survive and not have to endanger anyone else in the process. There would be no need for you to risk yourself like that, which is why I want you to promise me you won’t. Hyrule has the goddamn triforce. I’m sure if something were to happen to one of us, there would be some way to help that wouldn’t involve you needlessly throwing your life away. Especially if it’s me, who has items so overpowered that I don’t use them, but keep them in reach so if I need to, I can…. You’re not making me feel good about this.”

"......You didn't hear what you sounded like tonight.... I'm sorry, I just-- ....There's not a whole lot worse than having someone you love screaming for you to help them and being helpless... I don't want to repeat that when there's someone trying to kill us."

Legend scowled, then gave a long sigh. “...We also have three partners at home. We have to think about them too. Minimum number of people getting hurt…”

He… felt like he wasn’t going to get his answer at this rate. Goddamnit.

"............That could also go for you, you know.... but that isn't what you want me to say."

Warriors sighed.

".......If you promise not to get into a situation I feel like you won't come home okay in, I won't do anything stupid. Deal....?"

….That was also a hard thing to guarantee. But…

“I’ll try my best. Deal,” Legend said with a note of finality. “...Now kiss me to seal it. We’re making a contract.”

Warriors smiled and tilted up Legend's chin with his fingers, and pressed a soft, but long, luxuriant kiss against his mouth.

"I love you, love.... Please, goddesses above, get some rest..."

Legend stole another kiss because he needed it. “And I love you, Sir Knight… I’ll try, if I can. Tired…”

".... Should I sing for you...?"

When Legend looked up, Warriors wasn't looking at him, and instead trained his eyes on a particularly interesting lump on the old earthen wall as his ears burned.

"Y-y'know.... t'help you sleep...."

Goddesses above, Legend was smitten. Every day he fell a little bit harder for this man.

He kissed Warriors’ cheek. If his hands worked, he’d be tempted to stroke those beautiful, flushed ears and run his fingers over the scarred edge of his left one. “...I’d love that, baby.”

"M'kay..... Tell. No one. Okay?"

“Why would I? This is just for me. Wouldn’t wanna share it with anyone else…”

"Three reasons. Guess their names."

Legend grinned. “Why wouldn’t you want them to know? They’re our partners, we love them. Two are very musically gifted and would love it. While cute, you’re also being silly.”

"Mhhhhhhh because!! It makes me self conscious and people used to stare.... A-anyway, are you gonna hush and let me, o-or what??"

Warriors’ face was so, so red, and Legend was having some very dangerous thoughts about proposing marriage. Nonetheless, the younger hero conceded.

“Gods above, I’m so in love with you. Okay, yes, I’ll be quiet,” he said, tucking himself more comfortably into Warriors and the pillows.

Warriors kissed him again, and sighed, letting his thumb rest on Legend's cheek, the circles it ran over his skin serving as his metronome. A gentle lullaby brought Legend back to gentle shorelines, warm sand and easy, soft sunlight. It nestled him against merchants fabric that smelled lightly of spice and fairy dust, to old books with knowledge ancient and timeless. It brought him round to soft white linen and blue silk, and rocked him gently on the heels of someone taller than he was, pulling Legend over to a gentle heartbeat.

It brought him home even though home was a thousand miles and goddess only knew how many years away from now.

There was something to be said for song magic, because Warriors was doing it, whether he intended to or not. Legend could feel the intent of a spell woven into his voice. It made him feel warm and safe, eased the pain and fatigue of his body, and relaxed him enough that he immediately started to drift off, awash in the calm sea of Warriors’ voice.

He was out like a light.

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