#SORRY CAN YOU TELL THE CRAMPS ARE REALLY GETTING TO ME. I’LL BE NORMAL IN A FEW HOURS I PROMISE

[floatingmelody]

hello beautiful

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can we get the obey me boys(the brothers + dia, barbs, solomon, and simeon) reacting to mc having severe period cramps? Would they get all demon-y at the smell of blood?

Love your stuff btw!

Signed, a yandere junkie~

I'll do two for now 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Period | Yandere Obey Me

For those in the devildom having a draw for chaos and mortal pain it’s quite normal for blood to bring about a different kind of reaction. But to the surprise of no one period blood and the whole menstrual cycle is a complete bafflement to all who catch a whiff. Don’t worry though, you have the brother and your various friends. This surely won’t strike any of them to have an unusual streak in emotion and self-control, right?:

Lucifer

“It’s that time I’m suspecting?”

“Yes.”

“Understood rest easy, take your time to rest my dear.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Of course I'm sure. Do you doubt my promise to keep you?”

One of the most casual about it 

He absolutely has done research for this exact occasion

But nothing is like experience in taking care of you himself

As well as the compulsion that has him being just as reactive as you

“You seem a bit different today Lucifer…”

“Am I? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oooh is that a gift from (Y/n)--”

“dON’t ToUCh tHaT!” 

“...”

“...”

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s with me this week.”

You’re not with him that’s what

For all the necessities he delivers he’s been keeping his distance

Taking the advice of the human care books he gave you your space

After all who better to deal with the human-female innerworkings than a human-female herself

But something feels wrong more than usual 

And it only seems to stop when he returns to your side at the end of the day

“Perhaps the hormones that are at work in you create a…guardian of sorts…out of me.”

He doesn’t really understand, all he knows is that when you were preparing to go to RAD he frantically calmly decided you’d not be attending

His excuse reasoning? That he would hate for any lesser demon to feel what he’s feeling 

That and he’d actually try to kill anyone who shows such similar inclination to protect you

“If anyone should stay to soothe you in this great time of need. I’m not above massacring any threats to you while you’re at your most vulnerable..” 

Generally he’s quite tame

…compared to his brothers

Diavolo

“Hey (Y/n) why’d you run off like that I thought we were having a good time.”

“Diavolo!?”

“Oh…hey (Y/n) if you’re hurt it’s okay to tell us we have tons of things that help heal humans.”

“Ugh! No that’s not what’s happening here!”

“Don’t be embarrassed here i’ll help!”

“Aghghgh!!!! Barbatos! Barb–Ah! Don’t you dare!”

A scolding and prompt lesson from Barbatos is very much in order

For someone so adamant on urging the blending of their worlds he doesn’t really know about this side of humanity

And unfortunately he’s never been one for backseat learning

“(Y/n), we’ve spoken and Diavolo would like to propose a hands-on-lesson with you about your menstrual cycle.”

“Uhm what kind of lesson?”

“One that will require he familiarize himself with all aspects of this process. Something that would preferably stimulate the five senses.”

“....”

“....”

“....Lucifer!!!! Solomon!!!”

Even better it has to do with you

What better way to strengthen your bond by having to monitor you

Not only for your safety but for all of humanity

“Hey later on we should definitely watch that movie together!”

“Oh yeah I thin–”

“I’m sorry but she cannot!”

“What why not?”

“Because she’s coming with me! The best place for a woman on muenster cycle is with me at the royal palace.”

“Uhm that’s not tr-”

“Here I’ll take you now!” 

He’s going to be hard to teach

But once you sit him down or snap at him one too many times

He’ll decide listening to you is the best course of action

In turn it will definitely build a relationship between you two

It may not be as romantic as he planned

But he’ll take it….for now 

After all there’s one every month

“That was fun! I can’t wait until the next time!”

Because he’s actively testing for it he might find some demons and creatures that react to it

But he won’t actively experiment with you in danger

Because it’s just not a good look to brutally murder every other subject of his that has a reaction he doesn’t like

“Next month I’ll have to convince them to let me get a swab or whole container full that’d be really hot.”

[lilacliquors]

kinktober day twenty eight: cockwarming

pairing: logan howlett x reader

word count: 545

notes: happy day twenty eight! ngl this one fought me a lil bit since i didn't know how i wanted to write it. but it's here and it's soft boyfriend logan kinda based on the beginning of x-men origins and i hope you enjoy <3

it just had to be when you were on a phone call. and it wasn’t just any phone call, it was one with your supervisor, while you were requesting the day off. and why were you requesting the day off? 

logan howlett, that was why.

“c’mon, it’s one day. as far as i can tell, you’ve had perfect attendance,” he’d said, his voice gravelly with sleep as he planted kisses on the back of your neck. it made you squirm, and he knew just how to press those buttons to get what he wanted from you.

“yeah, but one day becomes two, then three, then i’m fired,” you argued, though even that sounded like a weak retort.

“they won’t fire you for a day off. you know you deserve it, since you work too damn hard,” he continued, his hand trailing over your thigh and along your side, his fingers gentle caressing just under your breast. he heard your breath hitch, and he knew he almost had you right where he wanted you. he wasn’t always clingy in the mornings, and when he was, he normally chose weekends. but something in him that day just wanted you to stay in the warmth of your bed, in the warmth of his embrace. he wanted you all to himself, and he’d be damned if the corporate world took you away for eight hours.

and that was how you ended up on the phone with your supervisor, but with one little catch, one that you honestly should have seen coming: his cock had been gently sheathed inside of your pussy, and his body was pressed firmly to yours. he continued to pepper kisses along your shoulder, which made you shiver, then in turn, you would become aware of the feeling of him inside of you, which made it hard to focus. it was a vicious cycle, and he knew it.

“y-yeah, i’m just not … not feeling the best,” you muttered, trying to make yourself sound as ill as possible.

“really? i’m so sorry to hear that. you seemed perfectly healthy yesterday,” they replied, and your breath hitched as he shifted a bit.

“uh … uh, yeah, no, i think … think i ate something spoiled last night. boyfriend didn’t check the label before the cooked,” you said, then hissed as he playfully nipped your shoulder in response.

“well, you don’t sound great. definitely sounds like you’ve got some cramps going on. look, i’ll let you go, you get some rest, and hopefully, we’ll see you in tomorrow,” they said, and you felt yourself nodding, even though they couldn’t see it.

“thanks so much,” you said, then hung up as quickly as you could.

“see? wasn’t so hard, was it?” he murmured, kissing your jaw.

“oh my god, you be quiet,” you replied, and he chuckled against your skin, his teeth grazing over it.

“hey now, be nice, or we’ll stay like this all day, and i won’t move a fuckin’ inch,” he taunted, making you sigh and squeeze his hand.

“i’m always nice, what are you talking about?”

“mhm, sure you are. now, let me enjoy this. we’ve got a lot more free time on our hands than usual, and i’m gonna make the most of it.”

[lover-sy]

WHAT I DO WHEN I’M ON MY PERIOD

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Hi, hii! Today’s post isn’t random because I started my period yesterday and I also got sick so my energy is really drained and I want to share a few tips to maybe help some of you! ( this is the 2nd time I’m writing this so I’m a bit annoyed )

— HYDRATION : you gotta drink A LOT of water during your period. Hydration is already so important as it is but during your period it’s 10x more important

— TEA : first of all shoutout to all my tea girlies. Then, I love drinking tea ( without caffeine!) because it not only makes my cramps better because of the warmth and since i often drink peppermint and ginger ( which is really good during your period ) but i also just convince myself that tea will make me feel better so it does. ( it’a all about the mindset )

— POSITIVITY : I always try to see the good in things which also includes my period. As i told SOME PEOPLE I imagine it as the blood of my enemies.. not i’m kidding. I just tell myself that I can grow a whole human and that it’s gonna be over soon. This isn’t temporary so I shouldn’t complain because I can’t change anything about it by complaining ( I tell myself that with a lot of things. Complaining never helps )

— EATING : I try to get as many vitamins in as possible with veggies, fruits and nuts but fish and chicken is also very good for you!

— VITAMINS/SUPPLEMENTS : i only eat chicken as meat so i’m deficient in a lot of vitamins so i have to take a lot of the most important one during your period is magnesium. Even if you eat a lot of food containing magnesium ( mostly nuts ) you should consider taking some magnesium supplements

— REST : this is the key to not passing out in this week of suffering. Sleep a lot and limit your physical activity ( I’m sorry to my athletes out there. ), instead of going to the gym and doing heavy workouts stay in bed and read a nice book or do chores around the house ( also has you moving )

— MOVE : very contradictory but yoga and a bit of walking can never do harm, i love walking during my period because it makes me feel like I did something but it also doesn’t leave me completely drained from all energy.

— WARMTH : tea, warm baths, heating pads and pets ( my cats keep me warm <3 )

— DISTRACTION : this may differ from person to person but I need a lot of distraction especially when I’m just laying around in bed so I usually read a very captivating book to focus 100% and forget about the pain.

— PEOPLE : I stay in my dark room and when I’m in school talk less because I’m worried that I’ll snap at people but I usually tell my friends that I’m on my period or they figure so there isn’t any misunderstandings

— REMINDERS : you can’t do anything about the fact that you get periods, they’re normal and you shouldn’t feel ashamed about them. People who make you feel that way about them are childish. You weight may vary so don’t panic! ( i don’t weight myself during my period because it’s not my real weight so it’s of no use! ). Your energy is already low so try to stay calm and not waste it on unnecessary things or people. Drama can wait for when you’re ovulating.

[hotchsdimples]

Personal heating pad

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 710

Summary: Aaron comforts you while on the first day of your period.

Not proofread, so if you see any mistakes, no you don’t :) <3

When you woke up in the morning to find you had gotten your period, you immediately called in sick for work. Even though you felt fine just now, you knew the cramps wouldn’t take long to set in. The first day had always been the worst and this wasn’t about to change today. And, sure enough, just as you were about to sit down on your couch half an hour later and have breakfast, the pain in your lower stomach started.

Before you could do anything else, your phone screen lit up, showing a new message.

Aaron: Good morning, sweetheart. Everything alright? 

You smiled at your screen, warmth spreading through you at his use of this particular pet name. Normally, you were the one to text him first, a habit that had grown over the past few months you were dating. You weren’t living together yet, so good morning texts were your way of a good morning kiss.

Y/n: Good morning!! Sorry I haven’t texted yet – called in sick and staying home. (It’s that time of the month😐)

Aaron: Oh no, how are you feeling, my love? Do you need anything? I could be there in 20.

Y/n: No no, it’s alright, honey! The cramps have just begun, but it’s still manageable. You do your work! You can come by later if you want. (Would appreciate, obviously)

Aaron: Obviously.

Aaron: Alright. But if you need anything, tell me asap. Love you ❤️

He really is the perfect boyfriend.

It was 2:30pm when you heard a key in the lock of your apartment door as you lay on the couch watching tv.

“Aaron, is that you?” You called out, just to be sure.

“Hi, darling,” he said entering your living room and giving you a peck on your lips. “How are you feeling?” With another kiss to your forehead, he walked around the couch to sit on your side.

“Cramps are baaaaaad, but I’m okay,” you said, stroking over his cheek with your right hand.

Aaron took your hand in his and left a kiss on your knuckles. “Are you comfortable?”

“As comfortable as I can be.”

He smiled softly at you before raising a bag you hadn’t yet noticed he held. “I brought your favorite chocolates and tea. I wasn’t sure if you’d have either in stock, so…”

“Thank you,” you smiled back at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he shrugged his shoulders as his smile grew bigger, dimples full on display. “But I wanted to.” His hand found your cheek, leaning in for another kiss on your lips. “How about I’ll go make you that tea and then join you on the couch?”

“That, Mr. Hotchner, sounds amazing.” 

He just laughed and stood up to go to your kitchen area. 

“How’d you get off work so early? Aren’t you supposed to still be in the office?” You called as you heard him put on the kettle.

“Didn’t have a lot to do today, so I got to leave earlier,” he said as he leaned forward against the counter.

“Now that’s a lie if I ever heard one. Aaron Hotchner always has a lot of work to do.”

“Fine. I took some of it home with me, so I could be here with you. Is that such a bad thing?” He blushed a bit as he admitted that, a smile making its way to his lips.

“No, of course not.” Your heart threatened to burst with the amount of love you had for him. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly love him more, he goes and does this.

You take two large sips of your tea before placing the mug down on the coffee table. Just as he was about to lay down next to you, you asked, “Can you lay down on top of me? You’re a way better heating pad than the one I have.”

He let out a chuckle, “If that’s what you want, I’ll happily be your personal heating pad.”

Your hands found his back immediately, his warmth and the pressure relieving your pain in an instant. You let out a sigh, basking in the comfort he gave you, as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

“Feeling better?”

“Absolutely.”

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort Foods

Summary - Part 4 in the Comfort series - You comfort Dean after his brother runs away without a word and you become closer for it. 

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)

Warnings - mentions of periods, nausea (nothing too graphic, just mentioned), implied smut, swearing

Word Count: 1,683

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too, and remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

You and the boys have been back on the road and tracking down to exterminate a medium-sized vamp nest in Louisiana for the last week. Things were starting to feel almost normal (well, normal for your guys) again. Sam and Dean have been getting along and you have all been closer than ever. You finally have a plan ready to take out the vamps tomorrow morning. But right now you are sitting in the dingy old motel room waiting for the boys to come back with dinner.

It’s not long before they finally walk in with beers, burgers, fries and a salad for Sam. Sam takes his share and sits at the table while Dean brings yours and his over the bed where you’re sitting and hands you, your double bacon cheeseburger and sits the fries between the two of you. You get through about half of the burger before you get a painful throbbing pain in your chest. You try taking deep, shallow breaths but all that does is bring the bitter taste of your bile into your throat. Dean is instantly worried.

“Sweetheart, you okay? What’s happening? What can I do?”

You rub your hand along your breastbone, “just sore. Heartburn. Can you get me water?”

Dean gets up instantly rushing over to the fridge to get you a bottle of water. He opens the bottle and hands it to you as he kneels on the edge of the bed beside you. “You gonna be okay to hunt tomorrow? Sam and I can handle it, you should stay here and rest.”

“It’s just heartburn, Dean. I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so. What can I do?”

“Just hold me.”

Dean clears the food off the bed and makes his way back to his side, getting under the covers before helping you under them as well and pulling you close to his chest. He moves your hand and replaces it with his, rubbing your chest tenderly over your tank top. When your groaning and wiggling dies down his hand begins to wander, sliding up over your breasts and teasing your nipples. You pull away quickly at the unusually unpleasant feeling on your tender flesh. 

“I’m sorry,” Dean says holding his hands up defensively, “I got carried away, I promise I’ll just hold you. Come here, sweetheart.”

You meet his eyes and all you can see is his worry and guilt, “sorry. I’m just very sensitive at the moment.” You settle back into his embrace.

“Shark week, huh? You always get sensitive at that time of the month. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

“Yeah, it must be coming. Thanks, Dean.”

You snuggled closer into your fiancé’s warm body and close your eyes, trying to let the pain and tenderness coursing through your body dissipate into happy dreams. As you lay there you think about all your symptoms and you let yourself believe Dean; this was all typical of your unwelcomed monthly visitor. You had even raided his secret chocolate stash earlier due to cravings. You keep telling yourself it’s all normal, except if it was your period then where are the excruciating abdominal cramps and red sea of blood? 

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You realise you drifted off at some point when you wake up to the smell of coffee. You rub your eyes as you slowly sit up, adjusting to your surroundings. Not even a minute later Dean is sitting beside you with a mug.

“Good morning, Sunshine. How are you feeling? Coffee?” he asks offering you the mug. You just shake your head, the smell making you feel nauseous. You stand up too quickly and run to the bathroom slamming the door behind you, ignoring the vertigo as you hunch over the toilet bowl. All you manage to do is retch up some disgusting bile and hurt your stomach and throat. You hear Dean knocking on the door asking if you’re okay, but you don’t have the energy to respond. After a few minutes of silence, he barges in. When he sees your pale, body slumped next to the toilet his features instantly soften. He grabs a washcloth from the sink and wets it before crouching in front of you. He carefully dabs the cloth against your clammy skin, wiping away the sweat and bile.

“I’ve never seen it this bad before, are you sure you’re okay? I know doctors are generally out of the question in our line of work, but if something’s wrong-”

Just then, Sam barges in with a change of clothes, he’s drenched in a layer of sweat from his morning jog. He stops abruptly when he sees the two of you on the floor. “Sorry. Y/N? You okay?” 

You can hear the concern in his voice as you drop your head to Dean’s shoulder, lacking the strength to hold yourself up.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you back to bed,” Dean says as he lifts you up gently and carries you back to bed. When he sets you down he says, “just lay here and rest. I’m gonna go to the store and get you something to eat and drink that you might be able to keep down.”

You reach for his hand. “The vamps-”

“You’re more important. They’ll still be there when you’re feeling better.”

“But more people will die-”

“As long as you’re safe and well, that’s all that matters to me right now. Now lay down, I promise I will be right back. I promised to look after you, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.” He softly kisses your hand, cheek and then forehead before standing up and heading out. 

You lay there just trying not to cry. Sam exits the bathroom, freshly showered, before Dean gets back; he takes a seat on the end of your bed. “You still think it’s nothing? Nausea and heartburn are common symptoms you know.”

You just shake your head and roll over.

“I’m just saying, at this point, it may be worth talking to your fiancé about, or at least taking a test. Are you not seeing the way he’s been around you? He’s terrified of losing you. He was up before me this morning, and you know what he was doing, researching tricks to help with period pain. My brother’s never done that sort of thing for anyone. He loves you and you’re scaring him, so please stop torturing him and tell him the truth. He deserves that.”

With that Sam stands up and goes to brew himself a coffee. You bury your nose in the sheets as the strong smell of coffee fills the room again. As you lay there waiting for Dean to come back you allow yourself to think about the real possibility of Sam’s accusal. But when you think about it, you can barely even remember the last time you and Dean had sex. With constantly sharing a room or car with Sam there haven’t been many opportunities. And you’d turned him down during the few recent chances. It had to have been at least three to four weeks. You had a patchy recognition of a drunken night in the women’s bathroom at a bar; it was just flashes, kissing against the door, making out with him while sitting up on the sink, but you didn’t remember much else. He always used a condom, he wasn’t an idiot, but if you were that drunk then maybe he forgot. You felt sick at the thought. 

Oh God! What if I am pregnant and we conceived during a drunken fuck in a grotty bar bathroom? Fuck!

Before you know it tears are running down your cheeks and Dean is kneeling beside you with bulging bags of groceries at his feet beside the bed. He pulls you close and gently wipes away your tears, kissing your head.

“Sweetheart, come on, don’t cry. I’ve got you. You need to eat and drink something. Please, baby, don’t cry. I’m right here, just let me help you feel better.” 

Although his words are comforting, they just make you cry harder. 

What if Dean doesn’t want a kid? What if he wants you to abandon it? What if he abandons you?

Your anxiety and inner thoughts make you cry harder despite the green-eyed hunter’s kind words and soothing caresses. You try to block it out and rebut it with Sam’s words from earlier.

“He’s terrified of losing you … He loves you.”

Dean reaches down into the bags of supplies, pulling out: painkillers, electrolyte drinks, dry crackers, packet soup, pads, tampons, tissues, chocolate, and a cute stuffed bunny. He dabs away your tears with a tissue before opening one of the drinks and placing it against your lips. “Just a sip, please sweetheart, for me. It’ll help you feel better, please.”

You try to take a deep breath and stop your sobs so you can oblige him, but you let out an extra loud sob instead. Dean continues drying your tears, kissing you and coaxing you to drink. After a while, you finally manage to take a few small sips. Once Dean’s content you’re calm enough, he pulls out a cracker breaks it in half and feeds it to you. You manage to get through a quarter of the packet of crackers and half of the bottle without feeling too sick.

“Do you need to get changed or anything? I bought your usual stuff.”

“I’m okay…” you rasp.

“Okay, well how about we watch a movie or have a nap then?”

“Dean, we actually need to talk…”

“We can talk later, right now you need rest. We can watch whatever you want, even chick flicks,” he says as he brings up the Netflix browser on your laptop and places it on the bed in front of you.

You think about it as you scroll through the titles; you decide to try to hint at what’s going on in your head and press play on Knocked Up. Dean lays you both down and repositions your laptop as the opening credits roll, not saying a word.

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A/N - Do we think Dean will take the hint? And how is he gonna react if he does? Let me know your thoughts and predictions in the comments below.

[coconutcordiale]

kiss the sun (fight the fire)

pairing- hangman x fem pilot reader (cs violet)

synopsis-

You bite your lip as he attaches his mouth to the side of your neck to keep yourself from saying anything embarrassing.

Rest in Peace Violet; admitted to being head over heels for her situationship because he grazed his teeth on her pulse point and short-circuited her brain.

Yeah. Absolutely not.

warnings- angst, friends with benefits sitch, bittersweet/unhappy ending (but this is set in the middle of love that's a real long shot so you can find the actual ending there if you feel the need), 18+ for brief allusions to smut

length- 1.3k

part of the heart in danger universe (hangman x violet) but can be read separately! there's overlap with love that's a real long shot idk sorry guys i'm just lazy asf apparently

i'm not a huge fan of how this turned out but it be like that sometimes (or, all the time lately) if anyone wants to start a support group for when the muses are not musing, hmu

i'm not a huge fan of how this turned out but it be like that sometimes (or, all the time lately) if anyone wants to start a support group for when the muses are not musing, hmu

title courtesy of mountain of the sun - Greta van fleet

North Island, 2022

Like most conversations with Jake, it happens outside the Hard Deck.

“I’m sorry?” You’re confused, have been since the moment you walked into the bar with Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy and watched Jake’s normally clear, sea glass green eyes cloud with irritation at your presence. “That I didn’t tell you they sent me back to TOPGUN too? I haven’t seen you in almost a year, Jake.”

Jake’s clearly biting back anger, muscles flexing in his jaw as he grinds his teeth. It’s eerie, really to have that terrifying precision directed toward you. It’s not like you don’t know that Hangman doesn’t play well with others, but it’s been years since he threw it your way.

“Don’t act like we haven’t talked since then. I think you know you were supposed to mention it.”

You deflate. You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, mouth forming words that only seem to frustrate him further, push him back into his shell.  

“Let’s just get through this mission, it’ll be easier if we’re not fighting,” you suggest eventually, knowing there's no way you win this round, not while Jake is determined to use anything that comes from your lips against you. “You do enough goading with Rooster.”

You see the moment he forcibly relaxes, each muscle taking on tightly controlled calmness, the Hangman camouflage painting itself over his sharp features.

“We’ll stay out of each other’s way. Focus on the mission.”

“Yeah, focus on the mission,” you agree, staring down at your beer and wishing you’d brought several tequila shots outside with you. Maybe the whole bottle. Some lime for good measure.

You silently follow Jake back inside instead of opening your mouth again and making things worse, settling into a stool next to Phoenix with a hopefully less than noticeable sigh.

“What’s up with Bagman?”

You take a sip of your beer, trying not to wince. Guess your displeasure wasn’t as quiet as you intended. “I think he’s pissed I’m here.”

Phoenix furrows her eyebrows. “Why would he be mad you got called back too?”

You shrug. “Maybe I’m cramping his style – he thinks I’ll be upset if he’s sticking his hand up girls’ skirts at the Hard Deck in front of me.”

“You would be upset.”

“Not the point. Besides, it’s not like I’d actually tell him that. He probably just wasn’t expecting to see me and now I’ve ruined his plans to whore around, flirt with Rooster, or whatever he had in mind.”

“Wait, I’m sorry, you didn’t tell him?”

“No, when he mentioned he got the order, they hadn’t called me yet.”

“Then maybe he’s mad because it looks like you were hiding it from him.”

You roll your eyes. “We’re talking about Hangman here. Why would he care about that?”

Phoenix gives you a distinctly unimpressed look that you would really prefer to ignore.

Maybe it's time for those tequila shots after all.

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Your skin is buzzing, has been since you listened to Hangman swoop in and save Rooster and Mav over the radios. You’d never been happier to hear that slight southern drawl make a stupid joke about tray tables in your entire life. The energy carried you through all the hops and transports back to North Island, all the way back to the Hard Deck where the air is finally filled with victory rather than uncertainty, all the way to Hangman’s room, your mind refusing to think about what a bad idea it is to be here with him. There’s only space for one thought running through your brain.

We’re alive.

“Fuck,” Jake groans, deft fingers making quick work of the buttons of your uniform. “Missed you, missed this.”

You bite your lip as he attaches his mouth to the side of your neck to keep yourself from saying anything embarrassing.

Rest in Peace Violet; admitted to being head over heels for her situationship because he grazed his teeth on her pulse point and short-circuited her brain.

Yeah. Absolutely not.

A sheen of sweat and one broken lamp later, you’re fully, frustratingly content. It's a little annoying, at this point, for Jake to look the way he does and be this good in bed.

“Don’t like fighting with you,” you admit in a whisper, lips tracing against his smooth skin, because your common sense got taken out at the knees three orgasms ago.

“Ended well. Gave us a vigor we haven’t had in a while.”

You know he’s joking. He’s teasing, doesn’t mean anything by his tone.

It doesn’t change the fact that you suddenly feel like a bucket of ice water has been upended on your head. Because that’s all this is. It’s never going to be more.

You can’t keep doing this, you think with startling clarity, not if it’s not going to mean anything. It’s not even his fault. You’ve known who he was from the beginning.

“Yeah,” you mutter, exhaling a steadying breath. “I don’t know. All the arguing, then making up so we can fool around. It’s time for us to grow up, don’t you think?”

“Probably,” Jake responds, completely unreadable.

It’s not like you expected him to disagree with you, but you feel a twinge beneath your ribs anyways.

When he kisses you, you can’t help but hold on tight, pulling him as close to you as possible with fingers tangled at the base of his neck. You should maybe be more concerned with sticking to your guns, not doing this again, but if this is the last chance you’ll get to have him you’re sure as hell not strong enough to deny yourself of that.

You know now what the end tastes like. Bittersweet.

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“Heard Seresin’s opting to stay in North Island if you need more of an incentive to take Cyclone up on staying here,” Phoenix tells you the next morning, apropos of nothing and stabbing her French toast with a little more force than you think is necessary, given the cutesy restaurant you’re currently sitting in.

You cringe, having forgotten you were going to have to talk to her about this. Of course, this is the perfect opportunity for her to needle you, given none of the boys would be caught dead in this hipster brunch place, leaving you two to your own devices. “That’s a disincentive, actually.”

Phoenix furrows her brows. “Thought you guys made up after he got a chance to play hero. You were finally speaking in full sentences last night, at least.”

You look down, avoiding her eyes. “We ended things. For good.”

She grabs your hand from across the table, sympathy radiating.

Phoenix clears her throat after a second, smoothing out her expression, but her eyes still have that softness to them you rarely get to see. “That explains why you don’t want to take Cyclone’s offer.”

You nod. “Not very feminist of me, yeah? Letting a guy influence my decisions. But I just can’t trust myself around him. It’s like he’s lowered my defenses without even trying.”

“You can’t stay away.”

She’s not asking. It’s an observation, painfully obvious to the people around you that know you well. You wonder, idly, if Jake knows too.

He must. The thought makes your chest tight, hand unlacing from Phoenix’s so your knuckles can press against your sternum, quelling the pain and embarrassment that comes with realizing he’s probably been pretending not to notice, helping you save face.

You nod, a tired, small thing. “Yeah. And that’s the problem; I’ll always keep coming back.”

Looking at the waves crashing outside, you try not to miss North Island before you’ve even left. It doesn’t work, because you can still smell Jake’s cologne on your skin, can still taste the sting of goodbye on your tongue.

But Jake was just one chapter. You know you’ll have more.

[daddyy333]

Ari Levinson fluff

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.5k

warnings: talks about periods, period cramps, reader is embarrassed about her period, ?

summary: Y/n tries to hide her period for her boyfriend Ari, but he always finds out the truth, and he’s not happy about it.

“Babe! Come on, mama, we got a busy day, what are you doing still in bed gorgeous girl?” Your loving, adorable bear cub of a boyfriend said as he came in. You sighed and sat up, running a hand through your hair. “Sorry, I’m just…I’m a little tired today I couldn’t really sleep” you said and he sighed.

He sat down, kissing your head as he handed you a cold glass of water. You gulped the thing down and he asked “what’s going on? Are you sure you’re alright?” You nodded and smiled softly, patting his face.

He shook his head, a gorgeous grin peeking out of his full beard. He tapped your thigh and said “I want you out of this bed and ready to make beds for me in 15 minutes or you’re gonna be in trouble, baby” “ooh, really?” You challenged jokingly and he stood up, kissing your cheek.

“Yea, I’ll spank you” he threatened, a goofy grin telling you he wasn’t even slightly serious and threw a t-shirt at you, finding a pair of shorts and tossing those over too. You giggled and shook your head, watching him blow you a kiss.

You caught it, placing it right over your heart and he winked at you, running over to the kitchen to continue helping with breakfast. You sighed, falling back into bed.

You started your period last night and went to bed early so you could deal with the cramps and hopefully fall asleep before Ari came to bed but you had to fake sleep until you heard his gentle snores and spent majority of the night squirming around and trying to breathe through the pain. You had no way to relieve the pain out here, so all you could do was suffer and wait it out.

You didn’t want to bother Ari with these stupid girl problems, there are far more important things going on than your period cramps. You’re here to save lives, not whine about being in pain for just a few days.

You got up a few minutes later and got dressed, brushing your teeth and throwing your hair up in a messy bun. 20 minutes later you finally mustered up the strength to get up and start fixing up rooms.

You made beds, collected the laundry, cleaned up the bathroom, and even cleaned up the breakfast dishes and the mess in the kitchen for them. You were exhausted by the time you were done, and it took a lot longer than normal because the pain was unbearable.

You hadn’t seen Ari a whole lot and you were trying to avoid every one in general just because you didn’t want to have to talk about it. You honestly felt embarrassed, Rachel never seems to go through anything half as bad when she’s on her period.

“My love, those clothes you h- baby? Hey, hey y/n what’s wrong?” He said, you knew he was instantly worried because he said your name and his tone was enough to show how scared he was. Your face was scrunched up in pain and you were holding your stomach in some hope that maybe it’ll help the pain.

“I- I’m- ugh!” You groaned, tears filling your eyes. He bent down in front of you, cupping your cheeks and quickly trying to move your hand and see what was wrong. You whined, shaking his hand off.

“Please, y/n, you have to let me see. What happened? Did someone hurt you?” He asked frantically. He was worried someone would get to you and hurt you because of your relationship to him or your job or any number of reasons to be quite honest.

“No, n-no, I’m okay! I-It’s…It’s stupid, Ari” you said, taking a deep breath and slowly opening your eyes, wiping away the tears. His eyebrows furrowed and he said “y/n! Why are you hiding something from me? I can see something is wrong- baby, you’re scaring me!”

“It’s just my period, Ari! It’s nothing, I’ll go get the laundry” you said, voice shaky and hands also shaky as you stood up slowly and tried to walk away. He stopped you, one hand on your arm and the other resting on the small of your back as he said “sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?”

“What?” You said quietly, you almost weren’t sure Ari knew what a period was, he didn’t seem like a guy who was very educated on women’s body’s, at least to you. “Why did you tell me you were having bad cramps? Is that why you stayed in bed late this morning? God, I knew something was off” he said and you cleared your throat.

“Ari, it’s stupid, and I’ve been going through this for years. I can still do my job, I’m fine” you said and he rolled his eyes. He scooped you up, making you jump a little as his strong arms plucked right off the ground in the blink of an eye.

He carried you to your room as he said “why would you say something like that, huh? I don’t care if you think this is something stupid, I think it’s serious. You’re in pain, my gorgeous girl, and just because a problem specific to girls doesn’t mean it’s not my problem at all. You're the love of my life, damn it, and I’m gonna take care of you cause it’s my job”

He laid you down in the bed, pulling your shorts off cause he knew you like to sleep without pants on, he swore it was just to tease him but you’d been sleeping that way since you were a teenager. “Next time, I want you to tell me when you’re in pain like this. God, I’m a terrible boyfriend. You shouldn’t be working, you need to rest. You want me to find you some snacks? We still have some strawberries from the shipment” he said and you smiled a little.

You shook your head and said “it’s- it’s fine, really” “babe, you’re killing me! Let me help you, darn it” he said and you both laughed. He leaned down and kissed you, caressing your stomach softly and you groaned into his mouth.

He pulled back and you tried to play it off but you couldn’t, a hiss escaping your pretty lips as you felt a few spasms in your back as if what was already happening wasn’t enough. “Awh, baby girl” he said and you shook your head, letting your head fall back onto the pillow.

He laid down next to you and you sighed, grabbing your back and trying to massage the pain away. He brushed your hair back and said “how can I help you?” “You don’t…think it’s gross? Or annoying?” You asked and Ari scoffed.

He sat up slightly, leaning against the wall as he said “y/n- what are you talking about? Why would I think it’s annoying? You can’t control it, and I’m an amazing boyfriend so obviously I’m gonna be here for you and take care of you. So, I ask again. How can I help?”

“I don’t know, Ari…I don’t think there’s anything to do but…suffer” you said and he smiled sadly. He cupped your cheeks and said “then suffer in my arms, yea?” You shook your head and nuzzled into his chest, placing a hand on his waist.

He kissed your head and said “how bad is it, huh?” “Well, I’m okay for now…but it’s pretty bad because it’s like the first day and stuff” you said and he nodded. You sighed and brushed his hair behind his hair, before Max ran in.

“What the hell are you doin, asshole? We got things to do, quit trying to risk a pregnancy in here” he said and you giggled, whilst Ari blushed in embarrassment. He chuckled and said “if you take care of my shit for me for the next few days I’ll do whatever you want for a week”

“Babe,” you said and he covered your mouth, making you squeal. Max rolled his eyes and said “whatever” before he left, closing the door for you. He moved his hand and you shook your head, smiling up at him. You could never actually be mad at him.

He caressed your cheek and your eyes squeezed shut, a pain sigh leaving your lips. “Sweetheart?” he said and you groaned, burying your face into his chest. He caressed your waist, letting you squeeze his arm.

“I’m sorry, babe” he whispered softly, running his hands through your hair. You whined and said “It’s…just- it’s so a-annoying” “I know, I know,” he said and kissed your head a few times.

You groaned, relaxing slightly as you took in a deep breath. “Just try to breathe through it, yea? I’m right here, my sweet girl” he said and you nodded, smiling a little. You cuddled closer to him and he held you tight, massaging your back just right, helping you fall asleep in his strong arms.

Taglist: @mrsevans90

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[hugsandchaos]

Can we get a fic where Uzi, V and J somehow get into a tickle fight?

This could be a way for them to bond along with the hangout session that N set up for the three (N forced them to) :]

Of course, I don’t mind! Sorry about the wait! I think I did pretty well with this one, so I hope you like it!

J sat next to Uzi and waited for her next words as she rummaged through the insides of the landing pod N was sent down in. For whatever reason, Uzi decided to check it out while they were supposed to be “hanging out”, but she was apparently finding some weird stuff. J didn’t know how exactly it happened, but she was apparently helping her. She had given Uzi the screwdriver that fell out of her toolbox when she accidentally knocked it over while half her body was cramped inside and Uzi started requesting other tools from her or for her to hold something for a couple seconds.

V was sitting on an old cargo chest and occasionally blowing bubbles while watching them. The only real sound was Uzi working, V’s bubbles popping, and the muffled wind outside.”...I’m bored.” V piped up. J glanced at her and waved her over. While V was slightly disappointed that it was all J could think of, she wasn’t going to pass up a chance to cuddle with her girlfriend. Never. She stood up and hopped off the cargo chest, changed her bubble wand back to a normal hand, and plopped down next to J. She leaned against her and grabbed her closest arm to put it around herself. A small yellow blush appeared on both of their screens.”Now give me affection.” V demanded.

J smiled a bit and lightly pushed V’s head to rest on her shoulder before putting her hand back down to lightly rub V’s arm. V smiled and her tail thumped ever so lightly against the metal floor.”Hey, you said that all the pods are supposed to have a sort of program that makes it return to its original location, right?” Uzi chimed in. J glanced over at her, surprised by her question. Had she actually gotten into the systems from down there?”Yes. Why do you ask?” J asked. Before Uzi could reply, J burst into giggles.”Pfft- hehehey! V! What ahahare you dohoing?” She asked, trying to stop herself from laughing as V scribbled her fingers on her side. She gave J a smug look and reached her other hand around to tickle her other side as well.”I said I wanted affection, but you stopped.” She teased. J covered her mouth with one of her hands to try to hide her growing laughter.”Ihit was fohor twohoho seheheheconds.” She said. She tried using her free hand to push V’s away, but it didn’t work since every time she managed, V would just dive back in.”That’s two seconds too many.” V said.

“Cohohome ohohohon! Pftt- hahahahahaha! Hahahaha!” J was thrown into a fit of giggles by V’s continuous assault on her both of her sides. She soon removed her hand from her mouth and instead tried to hide her face. Being ticklish was a bit of an embarrassment for her, and Uzi now knowing that the bossy murder drone is ticklish probably made it worse for her. Right now, though, she’d have to focus on getting V off of her. Without being rude or anything. In fact, she was going to give V what she wanted.”Yohohou wahahahant atehehention, huh? Hahaha! I’ll gihive yohou attehention!” J said. She shot both arms out and picked V up. She pulled her onto her lap and immediately began tickling her back, using one arm to hold her and the other to tickle her beneath her arms. V was caught off guard by this and immediately burst into giggles.”Wahahait, whahat? J! Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha! IhIhIhI’m suhupposed to behehe tihihickling yohohou!” V said. J could tell that she didn’t hate it, though. One, her tail was still wagging. Two, she wasn’t doing much to fight back or escape. J smiled. She always thought V’s laughter was one of the cutest and most beautiful things she’s ever heard, even though she had more than one laugh, if that makes sense.

“Yeah, well, you’re adorable when you laugh like this. Don’t blame me, it’s really your fault for being cute.�� J said with a shrug. V blushed from the compliments. “Ihihis thihis a chahahallenge?” V asked. Before J could reply, V began to tickle her beneath the arms, which was a pretty bad spot.”Wahahahait!!” J cackled, squeezing both arms to her side, but all it did was trap V’s hands there.”Nohohoho!! Hahaha!! Stohohohohop!! Hahahahaha!!” J squirmed around and tried to get up without hurting V or anything, but it was a bit difficult. Especially with part of her mind occupied on the tickling. V’s tail continued wagging and she stuck her tongue out in a smug manner, like a silent “I win”.

Oh, V was going down.

J pushed herself forward so she could get on top of V and began tickling her back, her own tail wagging as well.”Tahahake thihihis!! Hahahahaha!!” J said through her laughter. V started laughing again when J tickled her sides, but she still tried to reach up and tickle J back. She’d have to buckle down and fall on top of her at some point, then she could find a way to win the newly established T fight.”IhIhIhIhI’m nohohot gohohoing to loose! Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!” V declared.

While those two were tickling each other, though, Uzi managed to drip out from underneath the desk. She had to move very slowly in order to avoid herself from being noticed. A small part of her was pretty curious to see who would win, but a bigger part was telling her to escape before it was too late. So, despite her mischievous side being happy she found a way to potentially come out on top if she ever got into a play fight with them and wanting to learn all their weak points, Uzi began putting her tools back into her bag so she could sneak out.

As soon as she managed to zip her backpack up without making much sound, Uzi heard a very light thud and turned to see that J had fallen on top of V. J wasn’t going to give up, though. She looked at V and smirked.”Yohou shouldn’t hahahave done that.” She said. She moved down a little so her head was above V’s belly. The horrified realization was clear as day on V’s face as she tried to prop herself up with her hands.”Wait!!! Wait a minute, don’t!!” V pleaded. When she managed to push herself up to get away, J took advantage of it and wrapped her arms around V’s waist. She took in a deep breath, pressed her face against V’s belly, and blew.

V threw her head back and her arms gave out.”AIIIIEHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!!” V laughed loudly and squirmed around uncontrollably. Unfortunately for her, J wasn’t going to get off, stop, or let go until she won.”HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAhahaha!! Uhuhuzi, heAHAHAHAHAHAHALP!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!” V pleaded.

When she calmed down enough from the second raspberry, she looked over to where Uzi should be, but was surprised to see that she was gone.”Uzi?! Whehehehere’d yohou goHOHOHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! J!! STOHOHOHOHOP!!!” V said. J, who was previously focused on torturing her girlfriend’s belly, heard the seriousness V managed to push into her tone and stopped. She looked up and immediately found Uzi standing at the door, trying to walk silently even though she was wearing boots.”Where are you going?” J asked.

Uzi tensed up a bit and turned around, looking a little nervous for a second before she changed her expression to the best fake seriousness she could muster.”Just going outside. I want to see if I can get a look at the systems from the outside.” She said. A small digital bead of sweat appeared and disappeared from her screen in only a few seconds. Both murder drones glanced at each other, then got up and began creeping towards her. Uzi’s eyes widened a bit and she took another step towards the door, this time not really caring about how much noise she made.“I don’t think you’re telling us the truth.” J said. Uzi took another step back, now halfway outside the entryway.

“I am, though. Some of those systems are pretty far in the back, so...” Another bead of sweat appeared when she realized how close J and V were getting. They were grinning maliciously and V was stifling a mischievous giggle.”Anyways, have fun with your lovey-dovey stuff!” Uzi said before turning heel and sprinting outside. J and V immediately took off after her.“Oh no, you don’t!” V yelled. Both of them chased her around the pod, and both of them were gaining on her quickly. J was the one to catch her by wrapping her arms underneath Uzi’s arms and lifting her up off the ground, then wrapped her tail around her ankles so she’s have a harder time getting away. V slid across some nearby ice to jump and stop right in front of them. Uzi immediately began trying to use her arms to push herself out of J’s grip and began struggling to move her legs, even when she tried pulling them up and slip free.”Hey, let go!” She said. She felt her backpack being removed from her back.

“Why? N wanted us to bond a little, so we’re playing a game together.” V said. She immediately reached for her sides and began squeezing them repeatedly, and Uzi immediately shut her mouth to try to prevent herself from laughing. She shook a little with muffled laughter and squirmed around to escape, but to no avail.”Oh, a challenge? I enjoy a challenge!” V said teasingly. She began spidering her fingers to see if that’d work, and it helped a little. Uzi shook her head and bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing. She tried pushing V’s hands away, but let out a small “Oh no” when V managed to grab both of her hands with her tail and lift them up.”Hey, not fahahahair!” Uzi said. She wasn’t able to stop the giggles that had slipped through.”Hey, don’t blame us for your apparent inexperience in this situation.” J said. V raised both her hands up as if trying to intimidate Uzi with the gesture.”I think I’ll try right here.” She said, going for Uzi’s belly. Uzi burst out into laughter and tugged hard on her arms and legs.”Hehehehey!! Wahahahahait!! Whahahat dihihid I dohoho?! Hahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha!!” She asked through her laughter.

“You didn’t do anything, you just need to participate since you were in the room when it began. And like I said, N wants us to bond, and I’m having fun. What about you, J?” V asked. J hummed thoughtfully and waited a few seconds before nodding.”Sure, this will do nicely.” She said.“Nohohohohohoho!! Hahahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha!! Nohohot my behehelly, plehehease!!” Uzi said. V out a simple “Nah” and continued tickling her.”Hahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha!!” While Uzi was struggling to get free and mentally cursing herself for having weaker metal than the average worker drone, V glanced at J with a pretty casual expression.”You know, I’d test her feet to see how bad they are, but it’s kind of cold out here and the heater inside N’s old pod is broken. Maybe when we get back to our pod?” She suggested. Uzi shook her head at the thought, this was embarrassing enough for her.”Nohoho!!” She cackled. It seemed her answer went unheard, though.”Not a bad plan.” J said, agreeing with her idea.

“Yehehehehes ihit ihihihis!” Uzi argued. V and J both turned their attention to her and V gave her belly a light squeeze, which made her squeak and laugh.”Hush, the adults are talking.” J said. V nearly laughed at her statement and continued tickling Uzi.“Plehehehease stohohohop!! Hahahahahaha!! IhIhIhI wohohon’t mahake fuhuhuhun of yohour lovey-dohovey stuff anyhymohohore!! Hahahahaha!!” Uzi pleaded. J raised an eyebrow.

“What did I just say?” She asked.”Besides, you’re not exactly in the position to make bargains. It’s up to us wether or not we stop.” She said. V hummed.”Well, she is at a bit of an unfair disadvantage, especially if this is supposed to be a tickle fight. Even though I’m having fun, maybe we should stop... in about five minutes or so.” She said.

“Nohohoho, wahahahait!!”

Luckily, they stopped after only two minutes and let her go after that. Uzi ran a good few meters away from them once she had gotten free and glared at them both.”I hate you both.” She said. V laughed at her.”We’ll let you have a fair fight next time.” J said with a roll of her eyes.

“Why not now?” V suggested. Uzi took another step back.”Because I have a better idea!” She said quickly, not wanting to be part of another tickle fight (yet). V put a finger up on her chin briefly, then smiled. Clearly, she was still wanting to keep the tickle fight going, but she seemed open to other ideas.”Alright, I’m listening.” She said. Uzi nearly sighed in relief hearing that. Maybe she could get out of this.“What if when N gets back, we ambush him?” She suggested.

[storiesbyrhi]

Bones and All - Chapter 1: Copper Fever

Eddie Munson/Reader Bones and All AU

Warnings: canon typical violence/gore, updated each chapter

Synopsis: What do you hunger for?

Author's Note: The first chapter of the fic is the setup, so Eddie will be introduced in the second chapter. This fic will make sense even if you haven’t seen the film/read the book. However, I have heavily used both the film and the novel by Camille DeAngelis (which are quite different btw). This fic is very much a love letter to those texts and if you’ve recently seen/read it then you’ll spot a lot of Easter eggs.

Chapter 1: Copper Fever 2453 words

The others were all so normal. They had youthful pimpled skin and homework deadlines and weekend plans. They suffered only growing pains and unfair curfews and parental expectations. Yes, some suffered cramps and dark alleys, and some a father’s belt or the mirror’s weight, but... 

Empathy.

Empathy is what you wanted to feel. If not, then sympathy. Hell, you’d settle for apathy. Anything but the gnawing jealousy and constant migraine of loneliness.

You couldn’t take it anymore, retreating from the cafeteria out into the main building. The school was abuzz; end-of-year dances and graduation ceremonies had teenage hearts aflutter. And, if you could just keep your shit together for another month or so, you’d be joining your class in robes and diplomas.

Technically, it could have happened a lot sooner but with the way you and your mother moved around, some sacrifices had to be made. Real last names, for example. A legitimate learner’s permit. All normal adolescent rites of passage.

Through the hallways and into the library, there you sat. A twenty-year-old with someone else’s name, alone between the shelves of books.

A stack of paper slammed down in front of you suddenly.

“Are you a vampire or something?” Sherry asked as she sat on the floor opposite you.

“What?”

“Vampires hate having their photo taken. You’re not even in this, you know. Mr Essex kept telling you to go do it. Now it’s like you weren’t even here.”

You looked down at the papers, big red letters spelling out ‘yearbook – final draft’ on the top leaf.

“Yeah… sorry. Been busy,”

“Whatever. You’re coming tonight, right?”

“My mum will never let me,”

“So?” Sherry replied with a grin. “Just sneak out after she’s gone to bed.” She sensed your hesitation. “Just for a couple hours? Please? You’ve never come to a sleepover. We’re almost done with high school and I’ll be at Brown soon. This might be our last chance. Please?”

You looked at her. She smelled so good. Like the peaches she’d eaten at recess.

“Please,” she begged, stretching her hand out to take yours. So warm. Close.

“Yeah, okay,” you said quickly, taking your hand back and gathering your things. The faster you could leave, the better.

…

She’d never get used to it. The sight of you dazed and dripping blood down your shirt was forever etched into the darkness behind her eyelids.

“You didn’t… In the car in three minutes. Whatever you can take in three minutes,” your mother instructed, her voice a pained mix of panic and grief.

You walked to the bathroom and looked at your reflection. Blood.

Blood.

Blood.

Blood.

Your mother yelled your name, then, “Move! When the cops get here, we have to be good and gone.”

The sleepover had started well. Sneaking out was easy enough and Sheree’s friends were nice. It was comfortable. Normal. Nail polish and warm beer. Skirts made of tinsel and cheese pizza.

You had been laying on the shag rug in Sherry’s room. Kim, a Junior you hadn’t really met before, was next to you. She was kind, told you that her father had skipped out on her too.

“Try this,” Sherry said, painting Kim’s nails. “It’s called Copper Fever.”

Kim studied her hand. “It’s too orange,” she concluded, then stuck her hand in your face. “What do you think?”

Innocently, you’d held her hand and looked at the colour. It was too orange… or not orange enough. You breathed in the acidic smell of the polish, but it faded fast and all that was left was Kim.

You bit down so hard that when the other girls pulled you away, your teeth had degloved Kim’s finger entirely.

In the bathroom, your mother grabbed hold of your shoulders and shook you back into the moment. “Did you hear me? We have to go.”

…

The cockroach appeared from under the refrigerator. As it scurried around, you watched it. The hunger deep in you was a living creature, and even the small dirty thing mapping the kitchen floor made the creature growl.

It had been three days since your mother left you.

Two months after the sleepover, you thought everything was going okay. Then you woke to find yourself completely and utterly alone. She had not taken all her things, only the things that she loved most. And you had been left behind.

There was a folded piece of paper and an envelope on the kitchen table you had yet to open. The contents of the letter were predictable, as was the pain it would inflict. Instead, you had haunted the house. You had wailed and sobbed. You had broken glass and locks. You had sat motionless for hours on end.

When the cockroach made his kitchen debut, you were reminded of the hunger. You were reminded of who and what you were.

Picking up the envelope, you found it unsealed. Inside was cash and a certificate of live birth. The only piece of proof you were real and not an imaginary monster living in the storybooks of a child.

The letter began with your name.

You’re not going to see me again. I can’t help you anymore. I can’t turn you in to the cops. I can’t do anything someone like me would do in a situation like this. So, I have to go.

The first time it happened, you were three-years-old-

You stopped reading, folding the letter, and putting it in the envelope with the cash and birth certificate.

All your belongings fitted into one backpack. When it was full, you put on the jacket your mum left behind and headed out the door.

You had known the day would come when she would leave. There was only so much horror she could take. You knew she’d leave you a letter and some money. She wouldn’t say goodbye. The jacket was a surprise though. Your dad was its first owner, and your mother wore it like a widow’s veil. She was leaving you both behind, you thought. But you, you were moving forward. Toward your father.

…

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” the woman at the bus station asked.

“You’d think,” you replied dismissively.

“I don’t know what that means,”

“It means I’m twenty-years-old and I can buy a ticket if I want.”

The greyhound could take you part of the way, the rest would have to be hitching. The bus was old, cramped, and smelt stale. Sometimes prone to motion sickness, you felt queasy. To take your mind off it, you pulled the letter out and picked up where you left off.

Her name was Penny Wilson. I thought it must have been a satanic cult. All that gore. I was so scared they’d taken you and done unspeakable things. But then I found you in your crib, sound asleep. The blood was dried up on your face. I still didn’t see it though. I didn’t understand until I fished out of your mouth something you were chewing on. It was the hammer of Penny’s eardrum. It’s a small bone. The malleus. I looked it up. You were sucking on it like it was a pacifier. I knew then. I knew what you were.

The letter was rich with information. Succulent and filling. You could only read it a paragraph at a time before you felt too full, verging on ill.

The town you’d arrived in that morning was new to you, but the address circled on the torn-out page of a phone book was seared into your memory. Years ago, your mother got sloppy and left a Christmas card from her parents out on the kitchen table. It had a return address and you’d never forgotten it. She hurried to rip up the envelope and throw it away before you could get your grubby hands on it but it was too late.

You sat on the curb behind a car down the street a little. It was the right place because your mum’s car was parked out front. When she couldn’t parent, she returned to hers. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you burned with shame. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t ask to birth a creature like you. She wanted to be like the other mothers, playing with their children and cooking wholesome meals. But it wasn’t a dinner she served you each night, it was a sacrifice.

The walk back to the bus stop was lonely, but part of you felt relieved. If you couldn’t do it – be out on your own – you could always go back there and beg to be loved.

The Lord of the Rings kept you company while you waited. It would be hours before the next greyhound came through. If you finished Tolkien for the hundredth time, there were other adventures awaiting in your backpack.

“Well hello, little missy,” a strange voice announced themselves.

You startled, couldn’t place the sound until a figure emerged from the shadow of the building next to you. The man wasn’t smiling, but he looked at you with familiarity.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he offered.

“Do I know you?” you asked although you knew the answer.

“I guess not in the way you mean… I smelled you…”

He wore a suit jacket covered in pins, badges, and other things tacked to it. The top of his hair was neatly cut, but a long rat’s tail of a braid curled around his neck. His left ear looked mangled, the top entirely gone, which reminded you of an alley cat scrapping with the others to get his feed.

“You hungry?”

Before you could think, you were nodding. The stranger turned and began to walk up the road, throwing a look over his shoulder to see you apprehensively following him.

“I got rules. One, number one: never, never eat an eater… Think you can do the same?”

You nodded and took his invitation into a grand old house, marked 400 by a sign out front. Inside it was dark but homely. Floral wallpaper and a sign that read ‘bless this house and everyone in it.’

The stranger began to pull things from the fridge and cupboards in the kitchen. Sitting at the small kitchen table, you watched.

“You got a name, missy? I’m Sully. Life’s never dully with Sully!”

His accent was strange. It wasn’t that you’d not heard someone like him, maybe from rural West Virginia, it was that he spoke about himself like he was two people.

“You don’t got to worry about Sully. He never eats ‘em live,” he told you.

“I thought I was the only one,” you admitted.

“Not lots. More than you think…”

Sully told you that you’d probably come across other eaters. They would have given you a funny look or earned a double-take from you. Maybe you’d misread them as being creepy. He also warned you from seeking them out, though. When you commented on the hypocrisy of him inviting you into house number 400, he shot you a look that was equal parts disturbed and lonely.

“Tell me about your first time,” Sully requested.

You realised then that you remembered more about Penny Wilson than you had thought. Sully saw the guilt on your face, telling you, “Can’t help what you are, miss.”

That’s when he retrieved his satchel bag and pulled something wrapped in muslin cloth. You stayed silent as he presented a rope made of braids of hair. It was a rainbow of human life and death. Sully told you it’s how he honoured the eaten. You didn’t know something could be so grotesque and so beautiful at the same time.

You were touching the rope when you asked, “You said you could smell me?”

Eaters can smell eaters. And Sully, well he was extra special. He said he could smell dying. That’s how he avoided killing. He stalked people with numbered days. Your blood ran cold.

“Sully… Whose house is this?”

Suddenly details came into focus. The photographs on the wall. The homemade carrot cake sitting in a Tupperware container.

“Lydia Harmon,” he said with definity. “Can’t you smell her?”

Upstairs, after a fucked up game of hotter-colder, the smell of cooked vinegar and tangy mud lead you to Lydia. She was old, well into her late 80s. She laid on the floor of her bedroom, shallow breaths ready to cease at any moment. Thankfully, she was beyond consciousness.

“We have to help her,” you said.

“It’s gone by, that point… And whatever you and I got, it’s gotta be fed. And if the circumstances are good and if they’re safe… then eat!”

You didn’t move.

“Sully don’t eat the livin’… That just leaves this…” he told you.

You took the spare room and waited for Lydia Harmon to die. Sully told you that you’d be able to smell it happen. You were horrified to discover he was right.

Sully had stripped down to his dirty white underpants. His head was deep in Lydia’s belly and her head was almost entirely gone already. The sounds. Did you make those sounds? Is this what you looked like in the daylight?

You ate and ate and ate until all that was left of her was a pile of bones, some chewed on. Sully said he always ate the hair and nails and bones if he could. Said it was a sign of respect. He put the leftovers in a plastic bag as you licked the floorboards clean.

…

Sully made coffee and began to consume the carrot cake left in the kitchen. Flies had found their way inside the house and were sticking to the blood and gore that covered your faces and chests.

“It’s not hard once someone teaches you,” Sully told you about being out in the world. “You don’t need to be alone.”

That was the thing though. Maybe it was self-punishment. Maybe even a form of self-harm. You deserved to be alone. Deserved to suffer hunger and cold and isolation. You were a monster.

The flies that crawled over Sully’s face, forcing their way into his nostrils and mouth, didn’t seem to annoy him. There was a deadly stillness deep in the man. Lydia’s hair became part of the braided rope and you felt the danger screaming at you.

As soon as Sully excused himself to shower, you cleaned off in the powder room’s sink and fled the house.

On the next greyhound out of town, you went over all the information Sully had given you. How much of it was truth and how much fiction? Maybe that’s how stories start though. We tell them about ourselves like they aren’t the truth because that’s the only way anybody is going to believe them.

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wanted (part 16)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

I promise I'm wrapping up!!!! I just can't help myself with these boys!

Warnings: tiny bit of smut, mentions of mental illness/not eating due to mental illness, swearing, mushy feely stuff

I’m physically sick with guilt. 

But maybe it doesn’t even matter. It’s been almost three weeks now since Colson kicked me out of his room. I haven’t talked to Pete, either. I’ve been isolating myself at home, avoiding all of my friends and focusing solely on school and writing. It hurts too much to try to go along with my normal routine knowing Colson isn’t by my side, or even Pete.

I’m on my couch, curled up, watching some reality TV show that I couldn’t care less about. My stomach cramps; I haven’t been eating much. But I just shift positions until it goes away. I’m dozing off when someone knocks on my door. Frowning, I check my phone. 7:14 PM. I get up cautiously and peer through the peephole. My heart seizes in my chest when I see Colson.

I take a deep breath and open the door. I don’t look at him. I’m too terrified of what I’ll see in his eyes. Regret? Anger? Decisiveness? Do I need to prepare for a break-up? Did Pete tell him? 

“Hey,” he says. I’ve missed that voice. Finally, I muster the courage to lift my eyes to his, and my breath hitches. His blue eyes are filled with remorse and anguish, and something else - love. So much love. A sob sneaks out before I can hold it in. “Fuck,” Colson says, stepping forward to wrap me in his arms. I’ve missed him so much and everything is all too much. I cling to him, sobbing, and then, guilt crashes into me. But so does anger. I get that mental illness is serious. I struggle, too. But I didn’t deserve cruelty or neglect. 

I shove him away, harder than I intend to, and then cross my arms, curling in on myself. “You left me,” I mutter. I’m not entirely sure that’s exactly true, but I felt so rejected for almost a month, and it still hurts. 

“I know,” Colson says quietly, looking down at his feet. “I’m so sorry. Alex….”

I sniff and turn around, going to sit on the couch. He takes it as a silent invitation and steps into my apartment, shutting the door behind him. After he takes off his shoes, he sinks into the couch beside me. 

“Alex,” he says after a moment. God, all I want to do is stare at him, rememorize his face. Somehow, his hair seems so much longer. He’s definitely lost weight, which worries me because he was already so thin. But he does seem better. 

“Alex,” Colson repeats, and finally, I look at him. His throat bobs. “I…I can’t control myself when I get like that,” he says slowly. “I don’t even know who I am. All I know is that I want to be alone and wallow in my own misery. I know it hurt you - I know that I hurt you. I am so sorry, baby.”

I sniff and quickly wipe my tears. “That really hurt, Colson,” I say.

“I know,” he says miserably. “I know. But Alex…”

I look at him then, hearing the serious tone of his voice. My brow furrows in curiosity.

Colson wets his lips and sighs, studying my face. “Alex, I love you,” he says finally, and I lose my breath.

It seriously takes me a few long seconds before I can breathe again, and when I do, I suck in a ragged, shaky breath. God dammit. I need to tell him. “Colson-”

“You don’t have to say it back,” Colson says. “But I mean it. I felt it before all this, and I’m sure of it now. I love you.”

“Colson, Pete and I slept together,” I blurt, and I’m a little shocked that a wave of vomit doesn’t follow my words. I feel wretched. Awful. Selfish.

Colson blinks, considers. “Oh,” he says. “Um. Do you…love me too?”

I blink, too, staring at him. “That’s…all you’re going to say about it?” I ask slowly, confused. 

Colson shrugs and scratches his head. “Am I supposed to be mad?” he asks. 

I shake my head, trying to clear away the confusion wrapping around my brain. “But…you and I, we’re together. Not you, me, and Pete.”

Colson shrugs. “I mean, the three of us kind of are. Together, I mean,” he says.

I give him an incredulous look. “Wait, what? Did y’all make a decision and forget to include me?” I ask. “Because last I checked, you and I were together and Pete was an occasional third who’s afraid of commitment.”

Colson cocks his head and gives me a knowing look. “You tryna tell me it’s just sex with Pete?”

I sputter and trip over my words. “I-I – what?” I shake my head. “Colson.”

“Alex,” Colson says with a chuckle. He sets a hand on my knee. His eyes are playful, and slowly, the knot in my stomach loosens. “You have feelings for Pete, too. I know it.”

“I-I–”

“So do I,” he continues. “I know he likes you, too. And me. We all like each other. Well, I love you,” he corrects, and my heart flutters. 

“Wait…you’re okay with this?” I ask. 

“If you are,” Colson says. 

“We need to call Pete. I’m so confused,” I groan, covering my face. 

Colson chuckles. “Polyamory is a thing, Alex,” he says. “There’s room in my heart for both of you. I think it’s the same for you, and for Pete.”

“But Pete doesn’t date,” I say, shaking my head again. My temples throb. 

Colson shrugs. “Not before us, really,” he says. “But I can almost guarantee if we told him we wanted to date him he’d say yes.”

I massage my temples. “Call him. Tell him to get over here.”

Colson chuckles and does as he’s told. 

Twenty minutes later, Pete walks in with a confused look on his face, and fuck, Colson was right. I really do have feelings for Pete. He kicks off his shoes and looks between me and Colson. “What the hell is going on?” he asks.

“Pete,” Colson says, guiding Pete to sit in the armchair. “Alex and I have something to tell you.”

“Oh Jesus,” he says, eyes widening. “Are you pregnant?”

“Fuck no!” Colson and I exclaim in unison.

Colson shakes his head. “Pete, no,” he says. “We…we don’t want to just fuck anymore.”

Pete’s face falls but he tries to hide it. “Oh. That’s fine,” he says quietly, averting his eyes.

“Jesus, Cols, way to scare him,” I admonish, shoving Colson’s shoulder. “Pete,” I say, waiting until he looks at me before continuing. “We don’t want to just fuck anymore,” I repeat.

Pete frowns but then clarity washes over his features. “Oh. As in…you guys want more.”

“Yeah,” Colson says, looking at Pete. “We want more.”

Pete swallows. “How does this even work?”

“I don’t know,” I confess. “But do we have to figure it all out now?”

“I guess not,” Pete says. “But…”

“Pete,” Colson interrupts. “Do you have feelings for Alex? For me?”

Pete nods, cheeks flushing slightly. 

“And we both have feelings for you,” Colson says, and now it’s his turn to blush. “So who says we can’t be together? All three of us.”

“No one, I guess,” Pete says. “Is this…legal?”

Colson and I laugh. “It’s not illegal,” I say. “I don’t know how marriage works exactly, but I think we’re a long way out from that.”

“Definitely,” Colson says with a laugh. 

“Do you need time to think?” I ask Pete.

Pete looks at me, then at Colson. He gets to his feet and comes over to me, cupping my chin as he drops to his knees before me. “No,” he says quietly. “I know what I want.” Then, he kisses me, and my heart soars in my chest. Holy shit. Is this really happening? I don’t have to choose. There’s room in my heart for both Pete and Colson. 

Pete breaks the kiss and then turns to face Colson. The blonde grabs the other man’s face and pulls him in for a kiss harder than the one Pete and I shared. My heart pounds and my stomach squeezes with affection as I watch them together. I hadn’t known something like this was possible, but the joy I feel is like nothing I’ve felt before. 

They break apart and Pete joins us on the couch. “Colson?” I say, and they turn to me. I bite my lip, cheeks reddening. “Um. I love you, too.” Colson beams, pulling me close for a kiss. When we pull back I look at Pete. “And Pete, I, uh, I love you, too.”

Pete grins and so does Colson. They pull me in and I’m lying across both of their laps now, and we’re laughing and kissing and cuddling. “I love you guys, too,” Pete says. 

I feel giddy, squished against these two men that I get to love and who love me back. Colson bends to kiss me and as I shift, my stomach cramps and I wince. 

“You okay?” Colson asks with a frown. 

I smile sheepishly. “I kind of haven’t eaten in a while,” I say.

Pete’s eyes narrow. “In how long?” he asks. 

I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter,” I say. “But I think my appetite just came back.”

Half an hour later, my coffee table is shoved out of the way and the three of us are on the floor with Chinese food and Cards Against Humanity. Pete groans when Colson chooses my card again. 

“Al, how are you so good at this?” he asks. 

I shrug, swallowing a bite of orange chicken and rice. “It’s a gift,” I say, and Colson snorts. 

Pete lifts a black card and, after Colson and I lay down our white cards, I pause to observe the room. The moment. The three of us, all together, really together, and I get a glimpse of our future. It feels so safe and warm and comforting and exciting all at the same time. 

I come back to earth at the sound of Pete’s voice repeating my name. His eyes crinkle as he grins amusedly. “Where’d you go?” he asks. 

I smile and take the black card, another victory. “Nowhere,” I say, looking between them. Pete - sweet, warm, and funny. Colson - sexy, sensitive, and intelligent. Two men that are utterly perfect for me. Suddenly, my stomach clenches with desire. Colson looks too delicious, long legs spread out before him, wearing sweats and a t-shirt, hair messy. And Pete, his brown hair having grown long, in sweats and a sweatshirt. They sit side by side leaning back against the couch, their shoulders touching. They’re every woman’s fantasy and they’re all mine.

I shove the cards aside and the boys watch me as I move closer, straddling them so that I have one leg over one of theirs. Colson’s hand finds my hip and Pete’s tucks my hair behind my ear. First, I lean into Colson, his eyes fluttering shut as I kiss him deeply. Pete’s hand moves down my side, caressing my curves as I kiss Colson deeply, humming in pleasure. 

Colson makes a husky little sound when I pull back, and his eyes are darker when he opens them. I smirk lightly and lean into Pete next, and his warm mouth welcomes mine with a kiss so hot that my body tingles down to my toes. Heat settles between my spread legs and I press closer to them. 

I pull back from Pete and Colson takes the opportunity to wrap his hand around my hair, tugging it so my head falls back just slightly. He leans in, grazing lips and teeth gently over my throat. I shiver, swallowing thickly. 

“Tell us what you want, baby,” Colson mumbles into my skin. His hand strokes my leg slowly, moving higher until the pads of his fingers press into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. 

I bite my lip, going quiet when it occurs to me what I want. Why does it feel so stupid to say out loud?

“Hey,” Colson says gently, noticing my sudden hesitancy. “What is it, love?”

“That. That’s what I want,” I blurt.

Colson’s brow furrows in confusion but then a gentle hand cups my chin and Pete turns my face so he can look into my eyes. “Love,” he murmurs, warm, brown eyes fixed on mine. “That’s what she wants.”

I glance at Colson who nods slowly, understanding. Then, he smiles softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling. White teeth peek out to bite down on his lip. But then, the warmth fades from his face, replaced by…fear? Discomfort?

“Col?” I ask quietly, touching his face. “What is it?”

He swallows hard, fingers twitching on my thigh. I look at Pete helplessly. Pete studies Colson for a moment and then nods once. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he says decidedly. He and I get to our feet, and Colson hesitates for a moment before getting up. I reach out for his hand and he takes mine, avoiding my eyes. I frown and lead the way to my room. 

Pete sits on the bed first and then reaches for Colson. “C’mere,” he says gently. Once Colson is tucked up against Pete’s side, Pete gestures for me to join so Colson is sandwiched between us. Pete’s arm is wrapped around Colson’s shoulders so I snuggle into his chest, draping my arm over his waist. 

We lie quietly for a few minutes. Pete starts to play slowly with Colson’s hair and I steal a glance up at them. Pete looks thoughtful, like he’s considering what to say. Finally, he turns and presses a kiss to Colson’s forehead. “It’s okay,” he finally says, voice soft. I watch as Colson’s lip twitches. He looks so upset. What is going on? Did I say something wrong?

“Col?” I ask quietly. “Baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Colson’s eyes open and he looks up at Pete who nods. “It’s okay,” Pete assures Colson. “I promise.”

“I’ve never done that before,” Colson finally mutters. My brow furrows but then understanding washes over me. He’s never made love before. Shit. Neither have I, really. 

“Me neither,” I say quietly.

“Me neither,” Pete adds.

“So let’s do it together. The first time for all of us,” I say gently. “It’s okay to be vulnerable. No one’s going anywhere.”

“Even me,” Pete says. He gives me a sad look. “I’m sorry I left, Alex.”

It still stings, Pete’s ghosting of me after we hooked up the first time. I give him a wobbly smile. We all are still carrying so much pain, but we can move past it together. I know we can. 

I scoot up the bed just a little so I can reach Pete’s face, and then I lean over Colson’s body to kiss the brunette. “It’s okay,” I murmur against his lips. “We’re okay.” Then, I cup Colson’s cheek and turn his face to mine. He’s a little tense, clearly so scared, and as I kiss him, I hope this is enough to show him he can trust me, he can trust us. I’ll never hurt him. I’ll never hurt either of them. I swear it to myself in this moment that, as long as I live, I’ll live to make these two people happy.

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❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing. ohhhhh, im having a hard time choosing which wip i should choose from...as much as i would love to have a part of my tmnt fic, nothing much is happening in it yet </3 (im like a few paragraphs away from the Shit Hitting the Fan part lolol but oh well) so! instead, i shall do a snippet of a ghostbusters fic i have, featuring a (ghost) oc, a fic which i may or may not finish, not sure yet (probably the latter sadly) but i am still quite happy with this part! so here <33

Jack couldn’t breathe. “Too fucking dark, I can’t-” You can, please, go over there, let me see him, let me- “Can’t fucking do this–shit, Venkman, please wake up, don’t leave me in here alone. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry-” Calm down; breath, slowly, in your nose and out the mouth. Come on, I know you can do it- He squeezed his eyes shut and, for once in his life, listened to his thoughts. “I’m sorry,” he whispered out once more. [...] The reality of it all, after saying it aloud, came crashing down around him again, and the walls suffocated him and the dark consumed him. “Fuck, I killed you, didn’t I? I killed you and you’re gonna rot in this basement like me-” NO. No, he’s not dead, please move, please let me back in control- Jack opened his eyes again. It wasn’t as dark now, as his eyes adjusted to the new set darkness. But the room was still suffocating, still the same as the day he died, still haunting and horrible and distressing. [...] His eyes fell onto Peter’s unmoving body. He quickly looked away before squeezing his eyes shut once more. “Listen Venkman, I promise you, if you wake up right now I’ll go into that box of yours, no complaints. And I’ll go happily into where ever the fuck you store your ghosts, no matter how cramped it is, as long as you wake up right now and be fine. Please.”

(in which a ghost, possessing ray, may or may not have possibly and accidentally peter and is panicking about it) (peter isnt dead dont worry but oh boy jack does freak the fuck out for a bit over it <3)

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it? ngl i feel like i could share so many ideas here, it's so hard to tell if i would ever get around to finishing my wips and ideas...

i have many tmnt ideas i wanna write! four to be specific, a fic centered on each turtle, all multi-chapter fics, which sadly lowers the chance of me ever finishing them ^^;;;; the first one (which i'm close to finishing the first chapter of!!) is where Donnie makes contact with an alternate version of himself! the two donnie switch places (which normal donnie did not agree to this, he was kinda sorta drugged, knocked out, and woke up in the other universe), and is forced to try his way back home while also pretending to be someone he isn't so others in this new world won't be suspicious of him. while i love this idea, im very unsure abt posting this one;;;

my other tmnt fics include: raph being kidnapped and being thrown into an illegal underground mutant fighting ring (underground nexus my beloved); mikey being sent into the spiritual plain without his consent and his chilling as basically a ghost while his brothers scramble to try and bring him back; and then one where leo is stuck in a time loop, because i HAVE to do a time loop for like every fandom im in lmao <3 these three im less confident i'll get around to writing, but i really hope i do!!! (i also have a transfem leo fic i wanna write, a oneshot, but im really hoping that i'll at least finish that one)

moving onto my other wips, i have quite a few for ghostbusters! im not really sure if i'll get to finishing any of them though--i really hope i do, but gb for me is something i easily get in and out of the mood to write for one of the fics i wanna write, but very much doubt i'll finish, is the one i quote above. ray and peter go deal with a ghost haunting, until it then possesses ray. story stuff happens (revealed that ghost was murdered, egon and winston get held at gun point, all very fun stuff <3), and its a bit of a long oneshot! since it involves an oc, im not too sure if i'll finish it i have another ghostbusters fic that features an oc, two in fact, and is multi-chapter. this still goes into the category of where im not too sure if i'll finish it, BUT it does feature vampires!! and also peter may or may not also be vampiric as well!!! and damn have i fell in love with that concept!! I also have a short lil' soulmate au i wanted to write that's kinda cute <3 and finally (a fic which i'm most likely to finish, or at least for the first chapter for lol), i originally wanted to write a cute oneshot about Elon and Egon and their relationship (when i first learned abt elon i just absolutely fell in love lmao), but now it has turned into a multi-chap story about Elon, his work, the ghost that sorta haunts him bc of said work, his differences from Egon, twin telepathy, and finally of course his relationship with the Ghostbusters in general (he deserves to be a little antagonistic, me thinks. as a treat <3) i am so excited to hopefully finish and post it, i so badly wanna explore their relationship <333

okay im done now!!! i couldve gone on but this is way too long to begin with so! thank you so much for this ask ily <33333

[suedrawl]

okay sorry i did a huge reblog dump bcs it’s 5am and i just want to sleep but my health don’t give me any days off

anyway hey!! I’m okay. I was at the ER for 12 hours a few days ago—spent 10 hours in the waiting room, 2 in a weird closet/makeshift room. only to be told it’s likely just a minor infection or virus. god. cannot express accurately how that day went. it was…a day. so thankful for Pablo, at least

so we were initially worried about things like gallstones, appendicitis, miscarriage, kidney issues, so on. but I am okay sorta . blood work and xrays didn’t show anything outside of higher white blood count. so essentially IBS or something? but i’m still dealing with bad stomach cramps (like now!). been struggling to get myself to hydrate, fatigued, achey—it doesn’t combine well with my already Normal Pain

tho finally after weeks of trying i got an appointment set up with my pcp on monday. so maybe i’ll get more answers then. also will see about medical marijuana, physical therapy, and short term disability

i just hope something is found—anything. with the cramping, all the weight gain I’ve had, and other symptoms. i’m so tired. i’m so embarrassed with my state. i know i’ve disappointed and let people down. I haven't been around for friends as much. So I'm partial to say things Have worsened? But honestly, in a way, far from true

I haven't been passively suicidal and hopeless like I was in what felt like a decade or more. I'm with someone I love, living on my own, and have been given the space to rest/recover. And I honestly have been loving the distance from the internet and older social habits. it’s nothing against friends, but readjusting myself from the mom friend/caretaker/masking/denying myself space and needs. the solitary (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been drawing the Hermit card) and focus on irl/more in the moment has been so relieving

but also feels so… like i’m trading one bad thing for another set. my grandfather (last grandparent alive) isn’t doing well. my cat Gibbs… it won’t be long, and I don’t think I’ll be able to see him in time. Haven’t seen my family in over a year. Struggling financially. Been working through a lot of communication/boundaries/needs with Pablo and his family. This season is always rough bcs it’s SAD on top of my regular chronic depression. cold weather is hard on my fibro. other health issues are flaring and struggling to find respite. it’s also weird bcs this is the time where i was lost in the woods as a child. missing my dad. family childhood trauma. the weight…i hate it. feeling lost, discouraged, exhausted. that sense of being betrayed by my body. struggling to keep up, accepting so many limitations, realizing that realistically, you are not enough for others expectations. it’s something i am used to, and inherently can pick up fast. but still takes time to process and cope

just wanna draw and be house wife like. i have really basic needs and hopes right now

small steps. keep trying. i’ll get there, bit by bit. but i am so deeply exhausted

[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:2

Hi! Welcome back to my crazy little universe! Grab some popcorn, get comfortable and enjoy my lovies <3

Livvy ❤️💋❤️💋

You’re woken by Carol snoring loudly in your face.

And with some of her hair sticking into your eye.

The sudden noise jolts you awake from your sleep and you can’t help but jerk back slightly when you realise your nose is almost fully in her mouth.

You let out a startled noise, managing to waft Carol’s blonde locks from your eyeball and shuffle back; body freaking out when you near tip off the edge.

Yeah, your single bed is not ideal for two sleeping bodies.

You push Carol’s form from as far as you can before you nestle back under the duvet, sighing in bliss.

It’s all worth it -- so fucking worth it if it means Carol is here with you.

Even if she’s snoring her morning breath into your face.

You can feel yourself dozing back off to sleep, eyes growing heavier and heavier until your body decides to have other ideas.

A cramp seizes control of your insides and you let out a sharp gasp, near folding in on yourself.

You let out a shaky breath, eyes creasing as the pain washes over you.

Your hand moves to rest over your lower stomach.

No, you can do this; you’re cuddling in bed with Carol.

You’re not getting up because of period cramps.

You shuffle uncomfortably and start when Carol wraps her arm around you.

“You’re fidgeting, little one.”

“Sorry.” You whisper.

“Are you okay?” Carol asks, “or did I not burn off enough energy last night?”

You peak at her through one of your eyes and see her tired stare looking right at you.

“I’m fine.” You lie.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I‘ve got some nasty period cramps. I’ll be okay, they normally go in a couple minutes. Half an hour tops.”

You don’t expect her to kiss you when she does and it takes you by complete surprise.

“What’s your morning drink, kitten?”

“My - my what?”

“You heard me. What do you like to drink in the morning?”

You tell her and after kissing you deeply, Carol shifts to climb out of the bed.

You grip onto her arms before she can move fully.

“What’re you doing?” You ask.

“Like I’m gonna leave my baby to writhe in pain while I try to get more sleep.” Carol winces when your nails bite into her skin. “Now come on, little koala. Let your captain up. I need to sort you out.”

“Oh?”

“Not like that…” Carol winks. “...not yet anyway. You need some TLC. Let me help you. Please?”

“Okay?”

“Did you just answer my question with a question, kitten?”

“Maybe.”

Carol bursts out laughing, leans down and kisses your forehead.

“Stay in bed and try not to be in too much pain, kitten. I won’t be long.”

Then just like that, she’s gone.

Walking through your home like she has lived there for years.

You can hear her humming as she quickly walks down the hall and you’re about to get up to go and follow her when another cramp pins you back to the bed.

God, you hate being a woman.

Periods are just the worst.

You define as 100% lesbian; do you really need to have this torture every month?

No.

Plus babies are just something you never clicked with.

Screaming tiny humans with sharp fingernails and no spatial awareness.

You’d take a cute cat or dog any day.

You’re focusing on your breathing, deeply exhaling loudly through your nose, when Carol re enters your bedroom, carrying two steaming mugs.

She smiles softly at you.

“Here you go, kitten.”

She places your drink on the bedside table, not trusting you to take it straight from her in case you scold yourself.

The first sip is like heaven; your eyes flutter and you let out a quiet moan.

“You’re really good at making drinks, Carol. Wow.”

She shrugs, sitting by your legs.

Your eyes wander down to her nipples that are protruding against her shirt.

“What can I say?” She replies, “Wands is a serious grump in the morning before her morning coffee. I had to be good at making drinks, kitten.”

It’s your turn to smile.

“Well, remind me to thank Wanda when I next see her. This is just what I needed.”

“Oh! I forgot the rest of it. Hang on.”

Carol vanishes within seconds and returns in less than a minute to you; now carrying a glass of water and some pain medication.

“Have some tablets and drink all of this please.”

“The tablets, yes. The water, I’ll sip some it but no. My coffee is too high of a priority right now.”

You don’t even register fully what you’ve said.

And because Carol doesn’t react right away, it tricks you into a false sense of security.

“What was that baby?”

She waits until after you’ve had your tablets, until you’re properly lulled into thinking you’ve gotten away with it.

“What was what?” You look at her with large, confused eyes.

“About the water. Repeat it for me.”

“I - erm,” You feel your cheeks burning up. “I can’t remember what I said?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling…?”

Carol’s eyes twitch as she lowers herself to your eye level.

“You don’t sound so sure there, kitten.” Carol watches you like a hawk.

“I - I can’t remember what I said.” You reply quickly. “I promise.”

“Such a forgetful brain.” She says. “Dumb little baby. Need me to remind you what you said?”

You can only nod, trying to contain your anger at the insult.

You’d glare at her but you’d rather not get into any more trouble.

Not yet anyway.

“That you were going to sip some of your water, little one.”

Your eyes widen slightly.

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh yeah.” Carol mocks. “I’m gonna give you one chance to take that comment back, kitten.”

“Or what?”

Carol’s eyebrow raises.

“Do you really want to find out?”

You stare at Carol and look directly into her eyes; feeling all sense of confidence draining from your body.

“Come on, little sub. Use those words. I know you can do it.”

“What happens if I don’t…take it back?”

“Then I’ll call you Y/N until I say otherwise.”

She says it so simply that your brain almost doesn’t process what she threatened.

“What?”

NO!

“You can’t take away my nicknames!”

“Can’t I?”

You try to speak but the only thing that comes out is a garbled stream of incoherent words.

“N-no! They’re cute and lovely and - just, just no!”

“Then drink your water like a good little girl and I will call you all the nicknames you want, Y/N.”

“Yes, captain.”

It takes you exactly five seconds to drink the entire glass.

Carol watches you down the entire thing with an incredibly smug look on her face and the second you finish the last drop, she pulls you in for a kiss; holding your body firmly against her own.

“Such a good girl, kitten. Such a good fucking girl.”

Her tongue licks away any excess that escapes your lips and when she puts the glass back onto your bedside table, Carol’s whole body tenses.

“How long have you been standing there, MJ?”

“MJ?” Your head snaps to your door that stands ajar.

You hear her awkwardly laugh before the door opens further.

“Not that long…captain.” She winks at Carol. “I just wanted -”

Her voice trails up when the blonde abruptly stands up, glowering at her.

“What did you just call me?”

Carol walks over to your best friend, who resembles a deer caught in headlights.

“I need to make something clear. You do not get to call me that, understood? That nickname is reserved exclusively for Y/N, Wanda and Natasha...”

“I-”

“You don’t get to say it!” Carol continues. “Not even as a joke. Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhmm.”

Carol towers over MJ.

“The next time you want to make your presence known, knock. Like a sane person. Don’t just stand there and spy on us.”

“...I will.” MJ’s cheeks are red. So red. “Sorry.”

“Now.” Carol licks her lips, exhaling loudly. “What did you want to tell us?”

MJ looks at the blonde a second longer and then at you.

“You know what? Nothing. Forget it.”

She slams the door and seconds later, you hear the front door get the same treatment.

Carol lets out a sigh, bumping her head on the wooden frame.

“I overreacted. Shit.”

You jump out of your bed to cuddle into your blonde girlfriend.

“No - maybe. But it’s MJ. She’ll get over it.”

Carol turns to encase you in her arms.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah!” You lean up to peck the tip of her nose. “We argue all the time. She’ll come back in an hour or two. Order take out, watch a crappy horror or something and then agree to move on. Trust me. What just happened is nothing.”

“It is though.” Carol replies.

“How so?”

“Because it’s an argument with me. Not you, kitten.”

♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️💋♥️

True to your word, almost two hours later, MJ returns to your apartment, hair wet from the sudden downpour of rain.

Her shoes squeak as she walks through the front door, and when she spots the two of you nestled on the sofa, she offers you a small smile.

You pause The Lion King and smile back at her.

“Nice walk, MJ?”

“It was okay. Rain came out of nowhere.”

“Yeah I heard. Did you do a me and forget your coat?”

MJ toes her shoes off and chuckles.

“Maybe.” She replies. “It wasn’t raining when I left.”

You turn on Carol and smack her arm.

“See! It’s not just me who doesn’t take a coat.”

“Okay, kitten.” She kisses your temple. “I’ll buy you both umbrellas and personally attach them to your wrists.”

“Thanks, Cap.” You grin when you kiss her cheek, not missing the awkward way MJ clears her throat.

“I -” Now it’s your turn to awkwardly clear your throat. “I need to sort myself out…y’know…period wise…I’ll…be…back…”

You don’t miss the way Carol’s hand tightens on your arm as you stand up.

You pry her from you and offer a small smile to MJ before you vanish from the room.

Leaving Carol and MJ alone in the front room, The Lion King still playing in the background.

“So…” Carol starts, pausing Scar midsong. “Want a bright pink umbrella?”

“I’m okay…” MJ replies. “Thanks though.”

Carol sighs.

“Come here?” She says. “Please.”

MJ slowly walks over and sits on the edge of the sofa where you had just been.

“What’s up?” She asks, spotting a lone sock on the floor and deciding it is the most interesting thing on the planet.

“I’m sorry…” Carol says. “I overreacted. Big time.”

MJ shrugs.

“It’s fine.”

“It isn’t fine though; I shouldn’t have shouted at you. Especially not in front of your best friend.”

“Okay, that was uncool.” MJ looks up at Carol. “And you did sort of overreact…but it’s fine. I appreciate your apology. Even if it is a pretty crappy apology…”

Carol lets out a laugh.

“Hey!”

“I’m just being honest, Carol.”

Rolling her eyes, Carol checks her phone and smiles.

“Well this crappy apology is just about to be the best apology of your life, MJ.” Carol replies, “in about 2 minutes.”

“Oh?”

There’s a knock at the door.

“Two seconds more like. Go and answer it, MJ.”

She looks at Carol.

“If I open that door and Natasha and Wanda are there…”

“It’s not them. I promise.”

There’s another knock on the door.

“Go and answer it, MJ. Quickly.”

Doing as she’s told, something that Carol is very smug about, MJ goes quickly to the front door and opens it.

“Order for MJ?”

The man holds out a tray with one large take out cup to MJ and she takes it.

“Thanks.”

“Have a lovely day.”

MJ looks at the drink in her hand before shutting the door.

“Is this what I think it is?”

Carol shrugs.

“Taste it to find out.”

MJ does just that, not caring if it scalds her tongue as she practically inhales her drink.

“You got me a hot chocolate!”

Sprinting back to the blonde, MJ tackles her into a tight hug.

All the while not spilling a single drop of her drink.

“I accept your crappy apology!” MJ practically shouts down Carol’s ear. “Consider us best friends at this point!”

“Erm, and what exactly am I?” You ask, watching the two from the hallway.

“Hey, your girlfriend got me my hot chocolate. That’s practically the seal for best friend hood in my eyes.”

“You’re saying I’ve been replaced?” Your mock hurt bounces off deaf ears as MJ swigs from her drink again.

“You even got it from Coffee Bean & Brew! They make the best hot chocolate!”

“Only the best for you, MJ.” Carol grins

MJ hugs her again.

“Thank you.” Another swig. “Thank you, thank you; thank you!”

Getting up from the sofa, MJ practically vibrates from the room.

When she reaches you, she pulls you in for a hug.

“What’s that for?” You ask.

“You’ve got a scary girlfriend. But she knows and admits when she’s wrong. So thank you for choosing her. And the other two.”

“Erm, thanks I guess?”

She pecks your cheek before gulping more of her drink.

“You’re gonna finish that in record time, MJ.”

“You bet your ass I am!” MJ beelines for her bedroom. “Enjoy your film, girls! I’m gonna go ring Peter and tell him how awesome Carol is.”

This time when MJ slams her door shut, it’s out of excitement. Not anger.

You walk back over to Carol who is grinning up at you.

“I told you I’d handle it, kitten.”

“Yes, by feeding her hot chocolate addiction. She’ll be hyper for hours now.”

Carol pulls you in close as she presses play; resuming The Lion King from where you had paused it.

“Careful there, kitten. That’s my best friend you’re talking about there.”

You scoff and slap her shoulder.

Before nestling into her warm embrace.

“Oh whatever, captain.” You say with a smile. “You can deal with her when she crashes then.”

Carol groans and rests her head on top of your shoulder.

“As long as it means we’re okay and she’s not mad at me anymore; then deal, baby. Fucking, deal.”

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[tobi-momo]

A Misunderstanding

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Reverse Comfort

WARNINGS: a lot of crying from both you and kuroo | cursing | mentions of sex | cheating (kind of? youll know when reading) | angst | mentions of drinking/being drunk | nothing is suggestive!! oh ya yall are married btw

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: ok ik this is long but this idea came from literally nowhere but i decided to write it thank you @combat-wombatus for helping me you helped put ideas in my brain<333 now i wasnt originally going for a happy ending but im really bad at angst so enjoy the shitty ending :)

“Please, Y/n, you know I didn't mean it,” he pleaded, his large hands desperately grabbing at your form while you push him away, your breaking sobs making his heart shatter. “Please, baby, don’t leave me,” he begs, falling on his knees in front of your trembling body, not being able to tear his eyes off of your heartbroken ones. He needed you to stay. He needed to show you that he isn’t that guy and that he would do anything for you. It was a one time thing. He wasn’t even sober. It wasn’t him. It was the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive him, please, please, please.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard or how much you loved him and wanted to, the pain that ripped at your heart every time you looked at him was too much to bear. So you didn’t. You turn your blurry, glassy eyes away from him as he grabs your hand and forces it into his; your lips quivering and knees shaking. You couldn’t keep the betrayal and agony inside, whining and weeping at him, your knees giving out before your legs slam against the floor, your head near the carpet as you try and keep your affliction at bay.

“Y/n, please,” he whines, tears streaming down his pale cheeks; his admission of his unfaithfulness drained the color from his face. “Please forgive me, I need you, I love you so much.”

“W-” you sniffle, not knowing what to say. You knew you didn’t have to say anything at all, that you didn’t owe him any words, but you just...you just needed to know. “Why,” your voice quivered and cracked, your throat sore, “why did you,” you take a long breath, grabbing your chest to try and stop the heartache, the sudden cramp that formed where it used to be filled with warmth and love, “do this to me? With her?” You look up at him once with wide, searchful eyes as you ponder the reasons and look for the answers in his empty pupils.

“I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I didn’t know what I was doing, please,” his voice stammers, trying to get you to understand that he really didn’t know what he was doing. “I would never do this to you, I-” “But you did.” Your tone is no longer sad and confused, but angry and fed up. His head backing up quickly, not expecting the response. “You made a promise, Tetsurou, remember?” You glare at him with menacing eyes as you hold up the very finger he kissed and placed the ring on on your wedding day. The beautiful diamond ring that had his initials carved in the interior and little gorgeous jewels that made the walls sparkle once hit with the hot sun was no more; the dark, gloomy piece of rock and metal meaning nothing but lies and mistrust.

“No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this to me,” he adjures guiltily.

“Don’t do this to you?” Your voice laced with deadly venom, standing and backing up, wiping your mouth with your hand in annoyance, placing it on your hip. “You did this to me! You did this to us! You went out! You got drunk! You fucked someone else! And not even a random girl! No! You just had to fuck your ex!” Your voice cracked again before you inhaled sharply and covered up your struggle.

“Y/n, I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“And that’s an excuse?? What, so now you can go fuck whoever you want and say ‘I didn’t know what I was doing!’” you mimic, “so you can get away with it every time?”

He didn’t answer. He looked at the ground, understanding exactly where you came from.

“Hm? Are you gonna answer me, or sit there like a coward?”

He could tell fully well you were just saying this because you were hurt. You didn’t mean any of it. You loved him. No matter what, you will always love him. Trusting him was out of the box for a while, maybe forever. But he can’t lose you. He knew you were soulmates- he knew you were made for each other. There was a reason you guys made it this far and only had big problems now. He needed to find that reason and use it for himself to win you back. He needed you back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, your dramatic hand gestures coming to a halt at his words, your figure coming to a stand still as you wait for him to finish. “You don't deserve this. You don’t deserve me. Please know that it was a mistake and that I’ll never do it again ever, ever, ever,” he repeats, wanting it to sound as sincere as he means. “Just please give me a chance to make this up to you, please don’t leave me by myself without you,” he sobs out, putting his head in his hands.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad for him. But god-fucking-dammit are you feeling bad for him. You knew you still loved him, you knew he still loved you- that much was obvious. You couldn’t see him for a while, no. Could you guys work it out? Maybe stitch the wound? Wait until the scar is barely visible anymore? Would that even work?

“Tetsurou,” a single, hot tear dripping down your face as you point to the ground. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know, I know, just please give me a chance to help fix this!” He cries at your feet, his body bundled in a ball of self hatred and guilt. “I can do it, baby. I can help things go back to normal.”

“I don’t think they ever will be normal again.”

He whines, trying to negotiate with you as much as he can. “Let me fix us. Let me give you my everything again, let me show you that I’m all yours and no one else's, please,” he moans in anticipation for rejection, knowing the chances of you agreeing were next to zero.

The next few hours are silent. Him alone in the bedroom. Crouching on the floor as he ponders your possible answer. You work in the kitchen, making food to satisfy your appetite. He could hear your sniffles from the bedroom and picture you wiping your tears as you carry the pots on the stove. God, he was the biggest piece of shit ever known. What the fuck went through his mind when he was fucking his ex? He only remembers some of it, them waking up in bed together after, only wearing undergarments underneath the sheets and him holding her waist as if she were you. He thought they had ended on good terms, knowing that they were better as friends. He rushed out the door, not being able to stay in the same room without getting sick. He knew what he had to do.

He opens the door to the living room, a slight creak gaining your attention as you stir the sauce in the pan. Your eyes are puffy, your lip still trembling as you try to turn away from him. He only takes about two steps forward before he stops, trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Listen, I know you said you needed time, and I’m not rushing you at all whatsoever. I want to give you all the time in the world to think this over. If you need, I can go to Kou’s house and stay there for a while. He won’t mind. I just want to give you the space you deserve.”

You nod in response, your head still facing away before he whispers an “I love you” before he slips out of the apartment.

~.~.~.~

The next few days were tortue. Not being able to sleep in the same bed he would sleep in with you, not being able to watch the same tv shows, not being able to even be in his presence at least once a day like you used to melted a hole of despair inside you: eating away at your emptiness, taking away the numbness that you so desperately needed right now. The feeling came back- the one that you tried shutting out three hours ago. It crept up at you, flipping your stomach and weighing your lungs down to the floor, your throat sore and dry. Your eyes wet with a blurry wall as your tears build up once again, missing your cheeks as you crouch down looking at the floor, falling on the tile. The droplets containing your anguish splatter on the ground, your raggedy whimpers echoing throughout the vacant apartment, making it all the more obvious he wasn’t there.

Knock knock knock

Was that the door?

Your wide, unbelieving eyes turned to the wooden door frame; the knocks getting louder and faster. You quickly stand up and try to collect yourself, preparing to have a long talk with Tetsurou. You grab the handle, turning it- the door opening with a tiny creak.

Oh.

“Hi! Kuroo left his jacket at the party the other day, is he here?”

Oh, that bitch.

“No. He’s not.” You deadpan, not finding her cheery, happy expression amusing.

“Oh no! Uh, well, here, can you give this back to him for me?”

“Stop smiling at me like you aren’t part of the reason he’s gone.” You snark, glaring at her with sharp eyes as she backs up, confused.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t act fucking clueless.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to m-”

“Oh, cut the shit,” you roll your eyes, “I know you slept with Tetsurou, you don’t need put on whatever the fuck this is,” you gesture at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you, fucking crazy?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, your disgusted scowl lessening at her words.

“Right. You probably don’t remember because you were blacked out,” you add sarcastically. “He told me what you guys did. Now you know. So, I would love it if you would just leave.”

“What are you- Me and Kuroo didn’t do shit last night. I drank like two beers and was hanging out with another girl the entire time,” she explains, looking offended. Your face loosens into an expression she couldn’t read. “He blacked out early and passed out on the couch while I was busy talking with the other girl.”

“Huh?” You whisper, your disoriented thoughts not aligning to a proper conclusion.

“I didn’t go to bed until like,” she thought back, “I don’t know, three in the morning? There were people passed out on the floor so I decided to take the guest bedroom with her. I was still awake when Kuroo came into the room, I’m guessing because he thought it was yours, based off of how he kept mumbling your name and shit,” she exhales, “he grabbed onto me once he got in and just clung.” You glower at her, huffing. She sees this, sighing before continuing, “Calm down, remember nothing happened. Remember that girl? She ended falling off the bed because I was scooting away from his clingy ass.” You look at her blankly, trying to fit the pieces together. “She ended up leaving the party completely,” she mumbled in embarrassment before you speak up.

“Then why did he tell me you guys had sex?” You mutter quietly, although assuming she heard since her head backed up while she quickly scoffs.

“I swear to God, that man. Listen.” You look up into her eyes- her genuine eyes. “Me and Kuroo didn’t do a single thing. I didn’t do anything to him and he didn’t do anything to me. I’ll have a conversation with him later because he is an absolute dumbass,” she breathed.

What the fuck?? You were just supposed to believe her?

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Me and him ended a long time ago. I don’t like him like that and I haven’t for a while. And seeing he was bragging about you the entire time at the party, he’s over me, too. Besides, I’m not even into guys that much anymore anyways,” she grinned and winked at you. The shock and realization hit you like a truck. She wasn’t even- oh my God. She chuckled at your expression; you ran away from her to the counter to get your phone, quickly unlocking it and tapping on Tetsurou’s contact.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble over and over. To tap the call button, listening to it ring as you bring your phone up to your ear, hearing him pick up the phone almost immediately after.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He sounded worried. It’s only been about a week, he had hoped that you weren’t going to leave him.

“Get over here, right now, Tetsurou.” Your voice made it seem like it was urgent, so he quickly picked up his jacket from the couch, and you could hear the jingling of his keys as he grabbed them and opened the door, almost slamming it shut once he left.

~.~.~.~

“Y/n?” He asked at the open front door, wondering why it wasn’t closed. “Y/n, you have to be careful and close the door, we have them for a reason, you know,” he said as he walked in. Even after being at the line of a break-up, he still cares for your well-being. He didn’t even do anything wrong and he was still caring for you as a loved one should. He always did everything to make you feel comfortable and safe, so once he knew that he had slept with his ex he was completely devastated to his core. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you had the right to know.

“Tetsu.” You called. Already back to nicknames? This is good, right?

“Yes? Y/n?” He was scared, to say the least, feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. He walked scarcely towards your figure sitting on the couch, not caring to drop his keys and jacket on the counter. He had a feeling this might go wrong.

“We need to talk.” Shit. This is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words he couldn’t help but think that you were going to make him pack his stuff and go. “So, I talked with your ex.” You speak slowly, not wanting your words to come out wrong. You don’t want him to take any of this in a bad way at all. Yet his eyes widen drastically, his heartbeat racing and his nerves pricking him. “You are just one big dummy, aren’t you?”

What? What are you talking about?

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. She told me everything that happened that night. She’s not even into guys anymore. Tetsu-”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only did he accuse himself of cheating, he accused himself of cheating with his ex, and that he cheated with his ex at a party, while you two are married. And then it turns out it wasn’t true? What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized your entire relationship because he was too drunk to know what was going on.

“Wait, what?” He yells, angrily sitting down on the couch, “so you’re telling me-” you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’ in response. His hands find their way to his hair, pulling at the roots and scratching his scalp, his low grunts of pain and fury seeping out of his throat as he frustratingly comprehends what he just did.

You rush over to him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down to his lap as fast as you can, making his eyes find their way to your blown out pupils. You can see the hot tears prickle down his cheek as he frowns at you, completely and utterly defeated.

“Tetsu, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a happy smile. He wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t control the broken sob that escaped him. “Hey, hey,” you try to grab his attention as he pulls his head down, crying. “It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around his head, protecting him as you softly coo and ‘shh’ him quietly in his ear. ‘I’m sorry’ kept coming out of his mouth as he clinged to you, not being able to help his want to be closer to you. The realization that he just almost broke your heart completely and he had worried about divorce for this shit made him want to just rip his scalp out. He was so stupid. So, so so, stupid. “Tetsu, look at me, please. Look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging it up so you could catch sight of his hazel irises. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks wet and his eyes droopy, you couldn’t do anything but frown at the sight. He hated himself right now, not wanting to face the embarrassment and the humiliation of the situation.

“You don’t deserve me, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered in your arms, gripping them tighter and tighter for comfort- you knowing that he needed it right now. You had already pulled him into your chest, feeling his wet tears soak your shirt, your hands rubbing his back and your fingers gently grazing his throbbing scalp.

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Tetsu, you did the right thing by telling me you did it instead of hiding it from me, and then it turns out you didn’t do it at all.” Your cheeks start to feel hot, and you don’t even realize your sniffles until you could feel a dam break at your water line. You couldn’t stop them, the tears of relief. You didn’t want to stop them. You were glad that they were her, glad that they were for him, glad they were because you knew the truth, glad because you knew you two would be okay.

You looked back at your ring, watching it bloom like a flower in the spring, the meaning coming back to your marriage. It wasn’t just metal and rock anymore, it was a gorgeous promise.

“I love you, Tetsurou. Don’t forget that. You’re staying with me, alright?” you whisper into his hairline.

“Thank you,” he cries.

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you’re horny on your period 

characters: aone + atsumu + kageyama + kenma + (gn!reader) 

request: hey babes, can i request hq boys (of ur choice, but with tsumu on it pls) with a fem s/o whos on her period and very horny? lol, if ur uncomfortable with it i'll totally understand • by anonymous

warnings: horny tings, suggestive tings, period sex mentions but nothing actually happens <3

notes: everyone is 18+ in this !! the reader has their period obviously but there are no pronouns used so technically it’s gn :) i actually rly like this one!

aone 

you tried to get over it, but it was no use

it’d been an hour and you were still needy, an unsatisfied ache in the pit of your stomach and between your legs, not just because of your cramps

you were debating telling aone because you didn’t to bother him and period sex could be messy and some might even say gross

but of course, like the observant boyfriend he is, he noticed something was bothering you

aone walked into your bedroom, immediately sensing your discomfort. he stopped in front of the bed where you were sitting. his voice was gentle, despite his serious exterior but you could tell he was worried. “cramps?” 

you paused, deciding to speak before you changed your mind. “yeah, but that’s not really what’s bothering me...” 

he raised his brows, silently asking you to explain so he could help you.

“i...” you rubbed your thighs together, shuffling on the bed nervously as you focused your eyes on the sheets rather than his curious eyes. “i’m just feeling kind of needy?”

he stayed standing, “oh...would you like me to help?”

“yes–no?” you looked up to see him tilting his head at you, confused. “i just know some people find it gross and it can be messy, you know? don’t wanna be a bother.” 

“your issue is the mess?” 

you nodded and he hummed before leaving without another word. you sunk down a bit. you were fully prepared for it to go either way, but the rejection still kinda hurt a bit. you were about to go to the shower to take care of yourself when aone came back into the room, a towel and wipes in his hand. 

you looked up at him shocked, “what––”

he put the towel down and set the wipes aside, “for the mess.”

you immediately got up and pulled him in for a kiss, making his eyes widen slightly before he gave in, holding you by the waist. you mumbled against his lips, “i love you so much.” when you pulled away, you noticed the light blush and subtle smile on his face.

he licked his lips. “i love you too.” 

atsumu

normally when you were on your period, you wouldn’t let tsumu touch you tbh

period sex was a hassle

and normally you could control yourself or just take care of yourself on your own time in the shower or while he was out

but today for some reason, you needed him 

well you knew the reason actually––

as soon as atsumu came home, drenched in sweat from the gym, his grey tank top practically glued to his torso. you could see his neck shining and even his hair was wet, which you saw once he took off his cap. 

he set things down and immediately ran over to you on the couch to give you a quick kiss. “hey babe,” he grinned and stood up straight, stretching his arms behind his head, which wasn’t helping you at all. “damn that workout was intense, i’m beat. i’m gonna head to the shower, okay? then we can cuddle.” 

you opened your mouth but didn’t say anything, nodding instead. he smiled and headed towards the bathroom but he only made it about three steps before you stopped him with a call of his name, the sight of his back only furthering the feelings you had.

he turned back, “yeah?” 

you paused, “i um...” you sighed, “i need you.”

you could see a smile forming it’s way onto his face slowly, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon. he always wanted to help you out on your period but you’d never let him. 

“like need me need me?” 

you nodded “but we’ll only do it in the shower!” 

the smile finally burst on in his face. he made his way over to you again and planted a big kiss on your lips, groaning happily when you moaned lightly. 

“on second thought another workout doesn’t sound too bad.” he winked and smiled cheekily before throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bathroom, ignoring your yelp. 

“what got you so worked up anyway?” he asked casually, stepping into the bathroom. 

he set you down and you looked up at him sheepishly, “you...”

he grinned smugly, his hands reaching for your shirt. “oh i am so blowing your back out–”

kageyama

you tried to ignore what you were feeling, not wanting to ruin the moment since you and kageyama loved to do this every week

have a movie night and just relax

and you now he’d been working really hard lately so he deserved some rest

but you had a problem

you kept fidgeting in your seat next to him, trying to either relieve yourself slightly or make it go away, you weren’t too sure

and to be honest you weren’t really paying attention to it and kageyama could tell

after twenty minutes or so into the movie, he asked you what was wrong but you waved him off, assuring him it was nothing

but you couldn’t help but focus on him, the sharp cut of his jawline, the curve of his lips

then he put his hand on your thigh and you got to thinking of the feeling of his hands on you

and that sent you down a tunnel of unholy thoughts

kageyama felt your fingertips tracing the veins in his hands and tried to ignore it at first, keeping his eyes trained on the tv. but when you let your fingers trail up along his arm as well, his hand subconsciously squeezed your thigh and his eyes widened when you let out a quiet moan.

you both paused and kageyama turned his head slowly, eyes wide and looked at you, his lips parted. “are you–” he swallowed, trying to calm himself down. “okay?” 

you looked over at him, trying to act innocent. “mhm. just tickled, that’s all.” 

he nodded and turned back to the screen, and you tried to as well, but you kept glancing back at him, debating with yourself about whether or not you should say something. you didn’t want to be selfish and disrupt the movie, but you also couldn’t ignore what you were feeling, it was too intense. 

it lasted about five minutes before he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “you know i can see you watching me, right?” 

you felt your cheeks heat up and you huffed. “i’m sorry i just...” he turned to face you fully, curious and a bit concerned. his hand trailed up to your inner thigh, completely innocently and that’s when you decided you couldn’t hide it anymore. 

“i’m horny tobio.” 

his eyes brightened and he stuttered for a bit, “o–oh. well––do you want me to help?” he started to move closer but you looked to the side and he stopped. 

“it’s just––i’m on my period.” when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds you looked back to find him staring at you blankly.

he tilted his head and looked from side to side. “and?” 

you opened your mouth and closed it. “well...i’m, you know...bleeding...doesn’t that bother you? it’ll take more like effort and i know you’re tired––”

he cut you off, placing a hand under your chin, a shy smile on his face. “i don’t care about that. plus wouldn’t it help with your cramps?” 

you nodded, “well, only if you make me cum.” 

his brows furrowed, offended. “i always make you!” 

“yeah you do.” you laughed, taking his hand in yours, making him smile at you. “but are you sure you want to do this now? it might get messy.”

he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pulling back to look at you earnestly, his eyes a shade darker. “i don’t care.” he kissed you on the lips, “all i care about,” his hand tilted your head and pulled you closer, whispering against your lips. “is making you feel better.” 

kenma

kenma could tell something was off about you

he knew you were on your period but there was something else that he couldn’t figure out

he was waiting for you to tell him but you never did

the thing is, you’d just moved in together a few months ago and while you’ve had a couple periods in the same house 

(which he’s totally normal about) 

you haven’t done anything while you were on your period

normally you’d take care of yourself, but you felt a little self conscious about doing it in your shared house for some reason 

and kenma like never left the house

sure, he had his headphones on a lot but still––

so you were a little tense and though you thought he was distracted, he definitely noticed

kenma stepped into your room and you smiled up at him before going back to your phone, thinking he was switching from the ps4 to the pc set up in your bedroom. but he didn’t, he came and stood next to your side of the bed, making you look up at him in surprise. 

“oh hey ken,” you sat up, your legs pressed tightly together. “what’s up?”

he looked at you for a moment before speaking up. “nothing...what’s wrong with you?”

your brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

he sighed. “i can tell something’s wrong...” he looked down, a bit shy. “i was waiting for you to come to me about it but you never did. was it something i did?”

your eyes widened, he’d noticed? “no––no you didn’t do anything wrong babe.”

“oh.” he nodded, crouching down beside you, resting his chin on the mattress. “then what is it? i can tell it’s not nothing.” 

you swallowed and set your phone down before looking down at him. “i just...” you sighed, “i’m kind of worked up...and i was too nervous to do something about it.” 

his eyes widened this time. “oh––”

you looked away. “yeah.” 

“well you don’t have to be nervous about that.” he stood up, a small smile on his face. “that’s perfectly fine.” 

you looked up at him, “oh, really?”

he nodded, “of course.”

you smiled, “oh thank you. so how long are you staying out for?”

his brows furrowed, “what? why would i leave the house––”

“wait you wanna stay?––” you paused, “well can you at least put your headphones on and close the bedroom door on your way out?” 

he blinked at you. “how can i help you if i’m not in the room?” 

you blinked back. “you want to help me?” 

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, “yeah...why wouldn’t i?” 

you stuttered a bit, “well i just––you know i’m bleeding, that could get messy...” 

he paused and glanced around the room seemingly in thought, and you figured that he was rethinking the whole situation until he spoke up again. “well i want you to be comfortable and the shower isn’t the best place for that...so how about i just get a towel to put here instead?” 

you stared at him for a few seconds, “each day i fall more and more in love with you.” 

he blushed even deeper and tried to hide his smile as he turned around, “shut up––i’m going to get the towel.”