#Sorry for sounding like a jerk (I think I am one in this case)

[myearts-uwu]

This is just a me thing, and I feel like a jerk for having this lil thing that peeves me, but as an artist, I hate it whenever I see another artist constantly and actively saying that their art sucks and they say it’s bad and they say that their art will flop even before they post the drawing. I get annoyed by it easily.

I understand not liking a drawing you make. It’s completely normal for artists to cringe at their art if it didn’t turn out the way they hoped it to.

But when they do it all the time?

[anundyingfidelity]

FREE PASS — Sam Winchester

Summary: Two men appear at your office to inspect a body from a lady who died under mysterious conditions. As a forensic, you are not letting strangers inside the morgue, but one of them is going too far to get your permission.

Pairing: Undercover!Sam Winchester x female reader.

Word count: 1.6k.

Warnings: smut, office sex, against the wall sex lol, sexual tension, p in v, unprotected sex, the dirty stuff, Dean being a dick (i love him he's a jerk).

GEN MASTERLIST!

taglist is here!

“I said no.”

“If you could just give a call to our boss he’ll–”

“Sorry, I need proper documentation so you can check that up,” you repeated yourself for the tenth time as you took some piles of documents from your desk to save them into the archive.

Dean, undercover along with Sam for this new case, sighed, trying not to lose it right there. You were so insistent on getting those damn documents signed before they could inspect the dead woman’s body, who got reported as having all her blood drained with no trace. Why wasn’t this working? They’ve done it hundreds of times already, and not even his personal charms were enough to let them get inside.

“So, my partner and I really need to see this. We know there’s another woman that died, same conditions, in less than twenty-four hours after this one was found,” Sam intervened and interrupted Dean’s thoughts.

You looked surprised as to why they knew about the other body as well.

“I don’t recall mentioning the next one they’re bringing in for an autopsy,” you replied, eyes falling on Sam as you crossed your arms on your chest.

Dean observed your gaze attentively falling on his brother, your demeanor seemed to change abruptly every time Sam talked. Even your voice sounded different.

“How do you know that?” you asked, ignoring Dean’s presence.

“We know because we’re authority,” Sam sternly said.

“Well, I am the authority here. So you can either leave or bring the document from your boss.”

“Of course, doctor,” Dean interrupted your stare contest, smiling as best as he could given the irritating feeling you just caused him. “We’re bringing that up soon, thank you for your time.”

With that, both of them left your office.

“Damn, she was annoying,” Dean said, saving up his badge on his jacket.

“Yeah, but I think I have an idea,” Sam agreed as they made their way to the car.

“So what? You’re gonna sleep with her until she agrees?” Dean chuckled, but when he noticed Sam’s eyes illuminating, he stopped grinning. “Oh…”

Sam went back to the morgue late at night. He hoped you were gone to inspect the bodies and get the reports, meanwhile Dean stayed back at the motel room to do some more research.

‘She’s a bitch’ Dean had said before his brother left, you really had hurted the charm in him. Sam found it kind of funny, though. Dean was so used to ladies swooning for him, and there were a couple of times those cheesy lines and non-chalant flirting had worked in tough times like this, but you weren’t buying it. So sneaking in was by far the best option he had.

Before starting the inspection on the bodies and making sure there was no one at the place, Sam made his way to your office to check on the autopsy files. The lights were still on but it was empty. He searched the last files, skimming and scanning information before taking pictures with his phone. He was almost done, saving them up in place when the door opened.

“Agent?”

God, he was so screwed.

Sam finished closing the drawer and turned back to get a look at you, standing at the door frame clearly mad at him.

“I hope you have the document I clearly asked for earlier today.”

“Uhm, this is very-”

“There’s nothing funny going on here, agent Harrison. Is that your real name anyway?” you asked as you approached him, until you were just mere inches away from each other.

He smiled as best as he could, ignoring your last question. Dean was right, you were a bitch. A bold one.

“You don’t understand, doctor. We can’t keep waiting for a piece of paper to make an inspection,” Sam replied as politely as he could.

“Probably, but it is protocol. I ain’t letting that slip away and risk my job just because two assholes are trying to hit on me to get access to the morgue.”

“We’re risking getting more people killed under this same pattern. Tell me, do you even care about them dying? We need to do something now, doctor, before it’s too late,” Sam started to raise his voice, but not to the point where he could sound angry. He was just being authoritative, exactly like you were with both of them before.

You flinched slightly when he raised his voice. He has started to think of the way you would react differently with him than with Dean. You clearly didn’t like his brother, but Sam was another story. Dean had obviously noticed that, and now Sam was seeing it too. Whatever you were feeling right now, could be cut by a sharp knife. Dean’s not so subtle idea was suddenly good, not that he didn’t think you were hot being all bossy and bitchy with them. He decided to give it a try.

Sam pulled you quickly for a desperate kiss. He swallowed a sweet moan of yours against his mouth, and towered you with his broad figure until you stepped back and you hit the cold wall behind you.

“What are you doing?” you asked between breaths when the kiss was over.

“Convincing you.”

He waited for an answer, but he got everything he needed to continue when you began to take off his jacket desperately, as if anyone could catch you inside the office in the middle of the night. Sam attacked your lips again, the kiss growing hot and wet as both explored your bodies, tracing patterns over your clothes you both were desiring to get rid of.

Sam barely could get your blouse unbuttoned and discharged your trousers after his shirt was gone. Your hand stroking his cock under his pants after unbuckling them, his lips sucking on the skin of your neck and long fingers finding your wet slit over your panties. You moaned, feeling one of his digits curling inside your walls, his breath hitching once your palm stroked him faster. You pulled him for a kiss, tangling your free hand on his long, soft hair as he grunted against your mouth. Both tasting each other’s sweet noises and savoring the heat building up in between.

He lifted you, your legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock pressing against your cunt. He just pulled your panties aside, bare chest pressing against your own still covered by your bra. He lined up with your entrance and you gasped, feeling the tip of his cock splitting you. He became so eager, so needy, he didn’t give a shit to undress you properly, he got what he needed between your legs. You looked so hot like this, squirming and moaning as he filled you up completely.

“God, you’re so big- oh, fuck!” you breathed out.

Sam grinned. “So fucking tight… And cockdrunk already.”

He slammed his hips and quickly found the perfect pace to fuck you right through it.

He held you tightly against the wall, your pussy taking him so perfectly he would just cum right there. The quietness of the office dissipated. Moans, grunts and the obscene noises of skin against skin filled the place. Your hand buried on his scalp, pulling his hair just a little, feeling embarrassedly close to your orgasm. You couldn’t help yourself. Ever since the moment they walked in, he caught your attention, and you spent the whole afternoon daydreaming of a good fuck either way.

Sam pounded harshly, hips stuttering and giving harsh thrusts as he felt his climax building up, his cock twitching when your walls began to spasm around his length, fucking you over and over, until he spilled inside you. Soon, you followed and came hard as his finger rubbed your clit slowly. You pulled his hair harshly once you reached heaven, and he nipped your neck, grunting on your skin. You milked him completely until his thrusts were slower, and eventually stopped, still buried balls deep inside your pussy, pulsing and sensitive from the best orgasm you had in a very long time.

You remained there, legs tangled around his waist as you softened on his arms. His hot cum dripped down your thighs, and you wanted nothing more than to stay there forever.

When Sam cooled down from his high, he pulled out and helped you remain on your feet, your legs were still wobbly and he took some pride in your state. You shared an accomplice stare, and you knew you got yourself into some trouble.

“So… you still need my reports and check the bodies, right?”

Sam slammed an envelope on the table with a thud. Dean, looking away from the laptop, noticed a proud smirk on his brother’s face.

“Really? You banged the forensic?” he asked with a teasing voice and laughed. “Wow.”

“What?” Sam said, getting annoyed by his childish behavior.

“I knew she was eye-fucking you since we entered that office. Guess I wasn’t her type,” Dean got on his feet, taking the envelope. “Anyway, that is a pretty reasonable answer as to why she was acting so hostile with me, specifically. Good job, Sammy.”

Dean patted Sam’s shoulder proudly, like a father congratulating his son for winning a high school baseball game, and then walked away to lie on his bed, taking out the copy of the reports.

Sam would’ve liked for Dean to actually ask questions about the case, instead he spent the next hour or so teasing him for fucking his way to get access to a morgue. He took out his phone when a text came, ignoring Dean’s disgusting question of how sex was.

We have a new one. What the hell is going on?

He might have found a new ally on you for this.

Sam Winchester taglist:

@onlyangel-444 @feyresqueen @drasticemotions @stoneyggirl2 @whothefvckami

[stupidphototricks]

Nobody's doing it like Otto Chriek. He's a vampire who has sworn off drinking b-word. He likes hanging out in cellars and hanging from chandeliers. Photography is his passion, and his passion is painful and comes with a high risk of discorporation. He experiments with dark light and philosophizes about the nature of time. He figures out how to create photo plates with hardly any effort. He invents the three-color printing process. He designs a method to auto-reanimate himself. He lays down his life for the team (but then picks it up again*).

*(yes this is a joke from the book, all credit to Sir Terry)

William caught Sacharissa's gaze. Her look said it all: We've hired him. Have we got the heart to fire him now? And don't make fun of his accent unless your Uberwaldean is really good, okay? -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

"Vell?" he said sternly. "Vot you all looking at? It is just a normal reaction, zat is all. I am vorking on it. Light in all itz forms is mine passion. Light is my canvas, shadows are my brush." "But strong light hurts you!" said Sacharissa. "It hurts vampires!" "Yes. It iss a bit of a bugger, but zere you go." -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

William vaguely remembered something someone had once said: the only thing more dangerous than a vampire crazed with blood lust was a vampire crazed with anything else. All the meticulous single-mindedness that went into finding young women who slept with their bedroom door open got channeled into some other interest, with merciless and painstaking efficiency. -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

"Good mornink," said Otto. "Do not movink, please, you are making a good pattern of light and shade." -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

"I cannot promise an absolutely vunderful job first cat out of zer bag, off course." -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

"Bodrozvachski zhaltziet! …oh, sorry, Miss Sacharissa! Zere has been a minor pothole on zer road to progress…" -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

"Zer philosopher Heidehollen tells us zat the universe is just a cold soup of time, all time mixed up together, and vot we call zer passage of time is merely qvantum fluctuations in zer fabric of space-time." -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

(Sounds kind of like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff...)

"It [dark light] is a light without time. Vot it illuminates, you see . . . is not necessarily now." -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

"You vanted color, I gif you color," said Otto sulkily. "You never said qvick." -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

A couple of bits that are more spoilerish under the cut:

That thing where Otto screams and (sometimes) turns to ash when he takes a picture is particularly funny if you imagine it from the point of view of the unwitting photographic subject, in this case Cheery Littlebottom:

"Ah, a vonderful framing effect!" said Otto, who'd been on the other side of the door. Click! William shut his eyes. WHOOMPH. "Ohhbuggerrrrr . . ." This time William caught the little piece of paper before it hit the ground. The dwarf stood open-mouthed. Then she closed her mouth. Then she opened it again to say: "What the hell just happened?" "I suppose you could call it a sort of industrial injury," said William. -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

And the scene where Otto goes up against William's father is just a thing of beauty.

"Ve have people like you back home," he said. "Zey are the ones that tell the mob vot to do. I come here to Ankh-Morpork, zey tell me things are different, but really it is alvays the same. Always zere are damn people like you! And now, vot shall I do with you?" [...] "You think I bite him? Shall I bite you, Mister Lordship? Vell, maybe not, because Villiam here thinks I am a good person." He pulled Lord de Worde close, so their faces were a few inches apart. "Now, maybe I have to ask myself, how good am I? Or maybe I just have to ask myself… am I better zan you?" He hesitated for a second or two, and then in a sudden movement jerked the man towards him. With great delicacy, he planted a kiss on Lord de Worde's forehead. Then he put the trembling man back down on the floor and patted him on the head. -- Terry Pratchett, The Truth

[nhasablogg]

Predicament

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Reid, Morgan + the BAU

Summary: Prentiss accidentally finds out that Reid is ticklish and Morgan stores it away for later.

A/N: Based on two prompts about Reid's long hair bothering him in the heat and Morgan tickling him in secret in front of the others. I hope you like it!

Words: 1k

Reid was approximately five seconds away from going into the kitchen of this small town police station and grabbing the scissors to cut his hair off. Frustrated, he tucked it behind his ear again and ran a hand through it, ultimately making it come untucked again in his search for a moment of relief. Seriously, why didn’t they have a working AC down here when they knew it got this hot in summer?

“You okay?” Prentiss sounded both amused and concerned, most likely having watched him struggle for a while before stepping in. “You need a hair tie?”

He turned toward her. “You have one? Oh my god, yes please.” He accepted it, twirling it around in his fingers for a moment before reaching up to gather all his hair, only once he’d tied it up he realized he’d missed a strand. It was hanging just by his face, mocking him.

He groaned and untied it and tried again, only this time, maybe due to his heat-induced exasperation, he missed an entirely different strand by his neck.

“Jesus Christ,” he growled, ripping the hair tie off again because the strand of hair was grazing his neck and he suddenly felt like ripping his whole hair off.

“Here.” Prentiss took it from him again. “Let me help.”

None of them expected what came next. Not Reid. Not Prentiss. And not Morgan, who was sitting across from them and watched it all go down.

Prentiss grabbed the hair tie out of his hand, grabbed his hair out of his neck, but didn’t make it far enough to do anything with the hair tie or the hair due to Reid jerking away. That would’ve been strange enough, only it was accompanied by a shriek which made all three of them freeze as they tried to comprehend what the hell had just happened.

Prentiss got it first. “You’re ticklish.”

“Am not.”

“You so are.” She slapped his shoulder, much too delighted for Reid’s comfort. “That’s why you dropped the cup.”

“Pardon?”

“Two years ago, when I poked your side and you flung a cup at me.”

“I didn’t fling it-”

“I tickled you. And I tickled your neck just now.” She demonstrated by fluttering her fingers over the nape of his neck again, making him recoil. “See!”

“Stop it,” he whined, rubbing at where she’d touched him. “It’s too hot for this.”

“Right, sorry, I won’t tickle you this time. Just-” She let out a laugh. “Stay still.”

*

It was stupid of Reid to think that Morgan’s silence during that interaction meant he wouldn’t store the information away for later. Later apparently meant when they were on the jet and Reid was trapped between him and the window and couldn’t go away.

He wasn’t sure if he was grateful that Morgan was at the very least trying to be subtle about it, although there was nothing subtle about Reid’s reactions. He knew that. He couldn’t stop.

He tried to push Morgan’s intruding hand away without alerting Hotch, who was sitting right across from them with Rossi, who was talking to JJ and thus less likely to notice what was going on. Hotch, on the other hand, had his nose stuck on the case file even though the case was over. For some reason the thought of him picking up on Reid’s predicament embarrassed him the most.

Morgan was relentless and not very good at pretending not to know what he was doing, if his grin was anything to go by. Reid’s knee jerked away when he squeezed it under the table, but he only followed and squeezed it again. It took everything in him not to cry out now and he let his book fall shut before him, all plans of reading entirely gone.

“Morgan,” he said. He’d like to think he said it calmly and quietly, but it came out as a hiss and made the entire table look at him.

“Yes, Reid?” Morgan all but batted his fucking eyelashes at him. “Something wrong?”

“N-no.”

“You sound a little riled up. Doesn’t he?” He aimed the question at Hotch, who’s slight twitch of the mouth made Reid realize he knew exactly what was going on.

“He seems fine to me,” he said and returned to his file. Reid was grateful for that, at least.

“Well then,” Morgan said, slapping Reid’s shoulder. “No need for me to worry.” He poked his cheek and grinned. “Come on, pretty boy. Smile for me.”

Reid slapped his hand away. “Leave me alone.”

Morgan waved his hand. “Testy. Don’t make me bring out the big guns.” He poked his ribs this time, dropping all pretenses of subtlety.

Reid tried to shield his body. “Please don’t.”

“Why not? You ticklish, Reid?”

“No-”

“Liar.” He squeezed his knee with one hand and curled his fingers under his chin with the other. Let’s just say it was lucky neither of them had any drinks on that table. “Oho! Yeah, you’re a liar all right. Five years I’ve known you. More.” He was tickling Reid in earnest now, and Reid, feeling very sorry for himself, was laughing and not able to stop. “How did I not know about this.”

“Show the kid some mercy,” Rossi said, although he was laughing as he spoke so Reid was sure he was utterly enjoying himself.

“It took Prentiss trying to tie your hair for you to find it out, for crying out loud,” Morgan continued, latching onto his sides and refusing to budge. “Unacceptable.”

“I’m more confused how none of us realized that was the reason he flung the cup,” Prentiss said from somewhere behind them.

“I didn’t fling- oh my god, stop.” Reid slid down his seat, which was a bad idea because it made him feel all the more stuck, with his shit threatening to ride up and expose skin he wouldn’t be able to handle having tickled bare. But Morgan was, despite it all, kind enough to back off and let him breathe.

He huffed and sat up, ignoring his burning face as the whole jet had their eyes on him. He knew there was no judgment there - would only find fondness had he dared to look anyone in the eye - but it was embarrassing still.

Morgan ruffled his hair, which was loose and tucked behind his ears. “I have five years of that to catch up on. Better get used to it.”

Reid sighed and realized he didn’t really mind the notion.

[tremblingmuse]

Omg you're a godsend I love your stories so damn much. Could I request “You’re lucky you’re cute.” “Thanks! Wait…” and/or “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re flirting with me.” “I am.” “Excuse me?”

With Nico? Or wally

Thank youuuu!!

I’m killing two birds with one stone for this one!

Thanks everyone for being so patient! I took a little break. It’s the start of summer blues.

Prompt 8 for Wally Clark

“Well, I do.”

Y/n has known Wally for years. When you’ve been stuck at the same high school for a few decades you tend to become friends.

Sometimes you know each other so well, the friendly conversations can turn into flirty banter.

The gang was having their monthly round of hide and seek. Rhonda was seeking, she loved chanting “Come out, come out. Where ever you are…” in a creepy tone down the vacant halls.

Y/n found the perfect spot, a small crawl space in the back of the art room. Wally just had to follow her.

“No get out of here!” Y/n whispered, trying to shoo him.

“You don’t just get to claim spots, we can share!” He told her, scooting into the small space with her. He covered it up with a piece of board that was over it before.

“Just because I’m the reigning champion does not mean you can freeload off of me.”

It was true. She was unfindable. She always spent all month preparing different spots. A few she can run from and then too, just in case.

Wally always tried his best but he was always found first.

“But you’re so selfless, and kind. I was hoping you’d be willing to make an acceptation for your dear friend.” He loaded on complements.

“Awe, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me.” She told him in a sarcastic tone while rolling her eyes.

“I am.”

She looked at him, well tried to. It was dark and she couldn’t make out his face well. But it didn’t seem like he was joking.

Her breathe hitched. It was stuck in her throat.

“What?” She whispered, questioning if she heard him right.

Because if he said what she thinks he said, that would be absolutely ridiculous.

They both froze when they heard Rhonda’s taunting voice. She opened the door and stepped in the room.

Y/n covered Wally’s mouth. She’d deal with him later, she’s not loosing because of him.

Her heart raced as heat radiated off him in the small space. Also because Rhonda’s footsteps made their way to the counter. Where they were hiding.

After what felt like hours of waiting for the worst. It sounded like she left. Her voice trailed down the halls as she sang and teased her next victim.

If Y/n was a master hider, Rhonda was the perfect horror movie villain she was hiding from.

She slowly removed her hand, Wally swallowed hard.

“Did you say you were flirting with me?” She asked, hushed.

He didn’t skip a beat.

“Yeah, did you not know?” He asked as if it was the most obvious think in the world. “I have been, for like ever.”

She relaxed back to her original position. Contemplating.

He had been flirting with her? For how long?

“No, I didn’t know.” She quipped, crossing her arms.

Wally let out a small laugh. He corrected it immediately.

“Sorry, it’s just- I thought you...” He cleared his throat.

“I thought you liked me? No way.” She interrupted.

Wally tilted his head. Of course he liked her. He has since she’s been stuck in this horrible purgatory with him.

“Well I do.” He stated. “And now this in awkward.”

He shifted in place, trying to find something other than her face to occupy his mind.

“Why?” She asked, filling the painful silence.

It wasn’t hard for him to answer.

“Cause, you organize all these games. You make being dead kinda fun. I’ve been a lot less miserable since you came around.”

She paused, trying to find a response that didn’t make her sound uninterested or desperate. She settled on a simple explanation.

“Well it’s the least I can do, you guys have helped me a lot. I wasn’t always like this.” She told him.

“I know.”

Her head jerked to look at him, in question. She was a little disturbed. “Okay, stalker.”

“Wait no-“

“First you follow me to a small dark room, then tell me you know what I was like before I died. Sounds stalkerish to me.” She laughed.

Of course she was joking, she knew most of the living kids by names. Knew their schedules and lives. She wanted what was best for them, she was pretty protective over the kids at school. She hoped Wally felt the same when she was living.

“It’s just… I always kinda saw you.” He looked at her with those eyes again. The eyes that wanted something from her.

“Well what do you want? This is flattering but I’m not sure what it means.” She admitted not so gracefully.

“Well I’d love to kiss you, but you have your game face on.”

He’s right. She took these games very seriously.

“Meet me when I win this thing. Now out.” She pointed to the board between them and the classroom.

His eyes told her. “Come on.”

“Go on, out. Plenty of time for flirting when I’m victorious. You’re bad luck.”

“Fine.”

“And don’t rat me out! You’ll pay…”

[inkblot22]

(PS I don’t actually know the source material for idia I just stumbled upon one of your fics while looking at FFXIV Yandere fics so sorry if this sounds OOC)

I’m not super creative but what do you think might actually be Idia’ routine with his darling? Does he fall into any routine, does it change a lot?

Have a wonderful day (and happy late bunny day!) 🫶

I actually am of the opinion that this is a very creative thought! You should give yourself more credit. I like to idealize the day to day life, but it never occurred to me that writing it down might be a good idea. On that sentiment, I think maybe Vil or even Leona would have a better day to day routine. Dividers by @/cafekitsune

Also, wow, what a pipeline, FFXIV to twst?? You've got good taste lmao welcome to my blog.

I'll put this under the cut, and I'm also not promising that this will be very good. I use the 24 hour clock. I am constantly getting told irl that American people don't do that, but I'm evil, so I'm putting the times in 24 hour clock format.

TW for mentions of noncon, coercion, captivity, someone keeping someone else awake, a hint of Idia being an asshole

+ Idia doesn't really seem like he has much of a set schedule, but Ortho absolutely does and Ortho is lowkey kind of bossy, so...

+ Yeah uh, Idia's partner is absolutely out of luck. Idia likes night gaming a lot, and he gets loud, so good luck sleeping. Idia himself goes to bed late and wakes up whenever the heck he wakes up. He could go to bed at 0300 in the morning and wake up again at 0700.

+ As his kept partner, the schedule is a little more normal, like I said. Ortho doesn't really need to sleep from what I understand, (I haven't read all of book 6, no spoilers or else I WILL temporarily block you) but it's silly to imagine that he doesn't wake up or attempt to wake up everyone else around him as early as 0600.

+ After waking up, Idia will eat breakfast. I think it'd be delivered usually since Idia and his partner are basement dwellers, one by nature and the other by force. After breakfast begins work...

+ Or procrastination. Idia flip flops between extreme focus on what he should be doing and what he should not be doing. He manages to get his schoolwork done, but more often than not, he's asking his partner to cuddle up and watch a movie, drama, or his fingers flying across the keyboard. Idia will not ask them to cuddle if he is doing schoolwork or virtually attending classes.

+ I like to think that he smells smoky, on account of the flaming hair, and he runs hot, so prepare to SWEAT. In the case his partner doesn't really want to hang out with him, he will usually sulk and only occasionally get upset to the point of doing something about it.

+ I don't think he showers every day. I think he's an every other day type of showerer, based solely on him not being particularly active. This means that his partner doesn't have to run on his showering schedule and gets extra hot water on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

+ By the way, in the case that Idia's darling ever gets peckish, Idia has a snack stash that he proudly pulled out and showed them as soon as they were allowed to wander a bit. I figure they get hungry some time around 1400, especially if Idia is also eating at that time.

+ I think his metabolism is fast, but also a bit odd. He is a young person, and therefore he strikes me as the type to get randomly hungry. If asked very nicely (and with the promise of physical affection in some form) he'd be incredibly willing to make his partner something to munch on when he makes his own.

+ Despite Idia's partner being literally held captive in his room, with all his suspicious items and, worst of all, himself, Idia is about as respectful as a kidnapper can be about demanding sex. He doesn't like to be physically forceful about it, and he often will just jerk off in the bathroom.

+ The reason for this is very simple: If Ortho ever saw Idia having sex with ANYONE, Idia would spontaneously combust. Well, obviously he doesn't know that for certain, but it's a theory that he is not willing to test. He won't even talk about his preferences around his little brother.

+ As far as I'm aware, most people in captive situations do not tend to ask their kidnapper to fuck them unless they're being threatened in some way, but Idia's partner isn't typically being threatened (ignore the shock collar,) so they never ask Idia to have sex.

+ This does not stop Idia from being a whiny bitch about not having sex enough as soon as Ortho is gone for a few hours. The close quarters and sudden advent of a human being who he doesn't mind touching him is a big thing for Idia.

+ Ortho goes on "walks" in a sort of unusual schedule. That is to say that he doesn't have a schedule. If something needs to be picked up, he's tired of Idia not listening to him, he has his own stuff to do, or he just feels like it, Ortho will go out, sharing his location with Idia. From there, Idia will typically calculate how long it'd take Ortho to get back paired with whatever Ortho said he was going to do before he left, and see if he can squeeze in some coerced touching.

+ So. Good luck, Idia's partner. Idia will make a big stink until he gets bored or his partner gives in. His partner usually gives in, based on fear of what he might do alone.

+ Bedtime is somewhat randomized. If Ortho was out, when he comes back and it's any time after 2000, he will very subtly try to get Idia and his partner to start winding down. If both or one ignores him, he'll start getting upset.

+ Like I said, Ortho is kinda bossy. He will nag someone, and the worst part is that he's usually got their best interest in mind.

+On the off chance that Idia decides to go to bed at a decent time, he curls up behind his partner. He runs hot and smells smoky, and at some times it's not the worst thing. Some times.

+ By the way, a lot of this flies out the window in the event that Idia decides to attend classes in person. This is rare, so don't expect it to happen often, but it's not as good as it could be. Ortho goes with him and he locks up any way to reach the outside world, so all his partner has to entertain themselves is his manga collection, or the fun pastime of destruction of property. (This is a very bad idea, and I can expand on punishments later.)

+ In Idia's partner's case, every day is much of the same but just a little different, which makes it hard to keep track of time. The fact that Idia prefers low lighting and no natural light doesn't help this whatsoever.

[sardonic-the-writer]

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↳ summary: in which crowley has a cold

↳ warnings: none!

↳ song: like real people do—hozier

masterlist!

Spring was a wonderful time of year all over the world. It was when the sun peaked its head out from behind fluffy clouds and let the flowers bloom, washing away any gloom winter might have left behind.

Walkways suddenly became full of pedestrians meandering about in city's and small towns alike. Large puffy parkas were shed in favor of light jackets and shorts.

Shops were suddenly bustling with all sorts of people out and about, taking advantage of the beautiful weather to buy a coffee or new pair of pants.

But in Soho, London, one shop seemed to be an outlier.

If any of the passing foot traffic had taken a moment to peak into the glassy windows of said shop, an elegant sign reading Fell & Co hanging over their heads, they would have had the pleasure of seeing three very different people all talking to each other idly.

Even if the conversation was anything but.

"Really Aziraphale, you think he'd be a bit less chatty when sick. Peace and quite for once an all that."

A light gasp sounded from your left, prompting you to look at the angel next to you.

"That is not nice!" Aziraphale said your name full of disappointment, prompting an apologetic smile to spread across your lips.

"Sorry, mate. But I'm not wrong, am I?" You said while continuing to help him shelf books.

"Bite me." A lump of blankets behind you growled in response, a head of red hair poking out of one end.

"No, thank you, Crowley. I'll catch your cold."

It was supposed to have been a normal day. You had called and asked Aziraphale if this afternoon was a good day to pop in for a visit, only to be met with the sort of panic that could only be described as fretting.

Apparently, Crowley has never taken too well to the springtime. Who knew a demon could have allergies?

Each time he or Aziraphale attempted to miracle away the cold, it would just pop back up a few seconds later. It was as if someone had cursed him with a mild inconvenience. You wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case, actually. I mean, this is Crowley you're talking about. He's not exactly the best at making friends—even if he did manage to snag you somehow.

By the time you had arrived at the bookstore, swinging open the door as the closed signed clattered against it loudly, they had given up on any thought of magical remedies.

So here you were. Hovering over the sick demon with a concerned look. Er, well, Aziraphale was. You had opted for more of a quirked eyebrow, not willing to show how worried you were just yet. Lord, er Satan, or whoever the fuck knows Crowley wouldn't let you live that down.

"If anything Crowley—" You paused for a moment to flip the book you had been holding upside down into its rightful place before handing it off to Aziraphale, "—I'd say this is karma from all those times you yell at your plants."

"To hell with my damn plants!" He sniffled, sun glasses no longer on his face as he glared at your back.

Before you could get a word in edgewise, a sneeze sounded out from the couch. Without even looking, your knee-jerk reaction kicked in.

"God bless you."

You got two very different reactions out of that.

Aziraphale practically beamed at your words, and Crowley hissed as if physically hit, curling in on himself. It wasn't until you stopped to consider what you had just said that you realized your blunder.

"Sorry." You cringed. "Forgot about the demon stuff."

"Forgot? Remind me, angel, why do we even keep them around." Crowley spat, pulling yet another blanket onto his ever growing pile. You risked a glance back at him only to be met with slitted eyes. You simply let out a nervous laugh before scooting to a different bookshelf farther away from him. Better safe than sorry when it came to your demon friend.

"Because we like them, remember? They complimented my vest and your Bently, and then you asked if we could keep them." The angel responded. If he noticed how you choked on air at that last bit, he didn't choose to say anything.

"He said what now?" You coughed harshly at the same time Crowley groaned.

"Yeah yeah. A mistake in the heat of the moment." Was all he said before retreating further into the blanket burrito he had concocted. Somewhere in there was a quilt you were sure Aziraphale had knitted for him centuries ago, but you chose not to point out the tiny detail, instead filing that information away for later as a hidden smile played at your lips.

"As much fun socializing with you two is, I must admit you need to get some rest, Crowley. If we are to fix this problem without a miracle, the human way will have to do." Aziraphale turned to face his companion after you helped file the last pile of books away. You were quick to follow his actions.

Crowley opened his mouth as if to retort, but his eyes flickered from your face and Aziraphales for just a moment. With that he muttered something under his breath and turned over grumpily.

"Just—bugger off." His words were muffled by a dense pillow currently being smooshed to his face. You couldn't tell if it was that or something else, but his voice didn't sound as venomous as it normally did when talking to you.

"Alrighty then!" Aziraphale clapped his hands with a smile, none the wiser. "Ring if you need us, won't you?"

With that, he began to politely exit in the direction of the back of the store. Probably to go read a new series he just got in or re-read another.

You shuffled off behind the angel—only pausing at the entrance to the backroom after taking one more look back at Crowley.

Without saying a word, you took your phone out and set the volume just high enough to be heard. Setting it down on a nearby surface, you pressed play before quickly tip toeing out the room. As if that would stop the fallen angel from figuring out who left it there.

You slipped away just in time to miss Freddy Mercury's voice start-up. As well as the way Crowley smiled in spite of himself, starting to feel a little better already.

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hiii love <3 can I request hcs of Aomine, Kiyoshi and Imayoshi with a s/o that's terrible at sports? Like how would they feel about how unathletic their s/o are 😭 thank you for this :))

❤️Aomine Daiki, Kiyoshi Teppei, and Imayoshi Shoichi Having S/O Who Are Terrible At Sports❤️

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A/N: YO MY FRIEND! Thank you so much for requesting me this headcanon. I feel like I am also Unathletic so this would be quite relatable for me and some of the readers. There might be some fluff scenes or some jokes. I hope you like the final result!

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Aomine Daiki -Touou Academy

Darling, I'm not saying that Aomine is heartless but you know he can be an insensitive prick and the reason I am saying this is because Aomine would make fun of you.

But he's not a monster so he is only going to bully you lovingly when you fail to shoot your basketball. Yes; I said it. He is going to bully you when you fail to shoot your ball.

"Lol, is that how do you shoot the ball? Let me show you how babe. I'll show you how I do it," while messing up your hair and turning your hair into a bird's nest because he just loves messing with your hair.

I don't think he minds that he has a S/O that is horrible at sports but he does acquire to have a S/O that likes to have fun while playing sports. You don't have to be a good player, you just need to have fun.

If you are bad at sports as his S/O, he would make fun of you, especially your height if you are a short gremlin. However, he would be kind enough to teach you how to play basketball.

I'm sorry babe I know I said that he wants a S/O that does enjoy sports because he's the type that likes to invite people to have fun so if you hate basketball. There's a chance he's going to break up with you or he would keep forcing you to play with him.

If you are not good at blocking. HE IS DEFINITELY GOING TO STEAL YOUR BALL OFTEN! TOO OFTEN THAT YOU WOULD GET ANNOYED BY HIM! I'm sorry babe. I'm just saying how he is.

But don't worry, he would still love you even though you are not athletic enough. But that just means he will be more jerk because he's not going to stop to tease you.

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It was in the afternoon and the gym was surprisingly empty because it's usually filled with basketball team members training. There's a chance that they are going to train a little bit late because even the coach is not in the place or maybe the training would be tomorrow so it's very peaceful. There are no sounds of basketball balls hitting the board or the sound of the basketball team screaming.

(Y/N) which are you, find this kind of odd but you didn't really mind about it because it's better to be like this. You hate the idea of your face getting hit by those things. Those things are hard, harder than volleyballs to no joke. There are many cases of your classmates getting hit on the face until they were unconscious.

However, it spikes your curiosity and you want to know what it feels like to play basketball. You saw your boyfriend playing basketball before and he was an amazing player. No one ever has beaten him on the court each time you watch him playing basketball and defeating the enemy.

As a result of your own curiosity, the (H/C) haired and (S/C) skinned woman/man/nonbinary starts to get up from the sit before walking into one of the carts that were filled by the balls. Taking one of them and trodding closer to one of the basketball hoops. You do notice it would be very difficult for short people to play because this kind of thing is tall.

But this did not stop you at all. Instead, this makes you determined to get at least one of the balls inside of the ring as you start to dribble the ball. As your hand catch the dribbling ball, you took a deep breath and closed your (E/C) eyes before opening them to see the rings across from you, standing like a giant.

"BAM!"

Well, it sure disappoint (Y/N) a lot because it did not get inside of the hoop and (Y/N) can hear the horrible familiar loud laughter from far away. Your eyes immediately wide in shock, turning around to see your boyfriend, Aomine Daiki. Laughing at you for failing at your shoot as he wipes the fake tears from the corner of his eyes.

"Is that what you call a shoot?" he steps up inside the gym with a smirk on his face. "Let me show you how it's done, shortie-" he puts his arms in the pocket of his basketball shorts as he stands in front of you.

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Kiyoshi Teppei - Seirin High School

A gentleman and one of the hottest angels in Seirin. Also, the one who would most likely not judge you if you are horrible in sports and not athletic. So he is less much of a jerk than Aomine.

Kiyoshi definitely still loves you even if you never make a shoot in your life or if you are horrible in any sport because I believe his kind of type of person he crushes on is someone who is strong-hearted (we can conclude he likes the types who are resilient, brave or courageous people).

Kiyoshi definitely going to teach you how to play basketball, even the basics and you know he has amazing patience so he could even teach you the most basic things.

He might find it funny when you failed many shoots but he also feels slightly bad because he knows that you tried really hard so he would give you many chances.

Also, he would point out your mistakes and the reason why you fail the sport but in a polite way instead of blatantly saying it. he would just sugarcoat his words a little bit because he does not want to hurt you.

He would still be supportive if you are still interested in sport despite your lacking many skills or if you aren't interested in it. He's not a horrible teacher.

If you get sad because you feel not athletic like your boyfriend, Kiyoshi Tepeo. Don't be, expect some encouraging words from him as he said that you are perfect the way you are.

Also expect some hugs and pats in the back, he hates to see you get insecure or sad just because you feel you are not athletic and you're not a good match for him.

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As the manager from Seirin, (Y/N) (L/N) would always help Riko, the coach from Seirin by preparing some drinks, and meals and helping with the team training regiment to increase their skills by talking with her and taking important notes of each member and watching them play basketball.

However, it piques your curiosity whenever you saw them playing because they were working very hard to beat the other team's rivals. You heard the group had beaten Shutoku as well as Kaijou before but looses after playing against Touou. You saw your boyfriend's amazing skill in basketball and it made you interested in basketball despite not knowing how to play basketball.

As the rest of the team members surrounded your classmate, Riko who also happened to be your closest friend. You were sitting there and writing down other team members' important points by writing down their weaknesses and their strengths so Riko could make a better training regimen.

Nevertheless, it did not stop you as (Y/N) put down the paper on top of the bench. Taking one of the balls inside of the cart in the corner of the gym room before starting to dribble the ball in (Y/N)'s hand. Going forward into one of the basketball rings, see how tall the post is and if you are able to put the ball inside of the ring.

No one paid attention except the familiar pairs of warm brown eyes that watch your every movement. He could not help but feel happy that his S/O are trying to play his favourite basketball despite she/he/they aren't athletic as the rest of the other basketball team members.

Despite Kiyoshi hides his laughter when he sees you failing to shoot the basketball. Kiyoshi also feels bad, knowing that you are trying your best to even get just one goal and this gives him a quick idea before standing up from the bench and walking up to (Y/N). Getting closer and closer until he was standing behind you.

The (H/C) haired women/men/nonbinary felt a presence behind you until your turned around to see your boyfriend standing behind you with a smile on your face. "Ah, (Y/N)-san. It seems you had a little bit of troubleshooting the balls into the rings. If you don't mind, I would be glad to teach you how to play," Kiyoshi offers, placing his hand on top of your shoulder.

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Imayoshi Shoichi - Touou Academy

I am contemplating writing Imayoshi because I could see he has his annoying and insensitive moments but I could see him also as a supportive boyfriend even if you are not athletic.

The reason I am saying this is because there would be a time he does makes fun of you. You shoot the balls into the net or into the basketball ring and miss? He would tease the hell out of you.

However, it depends because if you are unathletic because of your injury. he won't make fun of you but if you are just basically lazy and hates sports? He makes fun of you but is not as insensitive as Aomine.

"Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" and proceed to get hit by you after you hear his little comment and he chuckles at your reaction.

However, I do not believe that his type of partner must have the same athletic skill as him as we can see in Kuroko's character bible. He likes a kikubari (a considerate person).

If you are interested in sport but you are not athletic enough. He's not a horrible teacher either, he would teach you even from the basic things.

Also if you had an injury and you are not athletic but you are interested in it. He would be very understanding and I can see him as someone who has enormous patience when teaching you.

So in conclusion, he is in a between. He would be mean to you slightly, making fun of you but in a joking way, like Aomine does. But he would be understanding too, a little bit like Kiyoshi but in his own way.

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It has been such a long time since you haven't played any sports after the incident that happens to you for a long time. The injury was severe that the doctor told (Y/N) to stop participating in heavy sports such as basketball, soccer, Volleyball, and other sports that could potentially be worsening the injuries on your knees.

This used to make you upset a lot, especially when you notice the way people stare at you with pity, it does frustrate poor (Y/N) as your skill in sports decreases and the only thing you could do is becoming Touou's manager just like your classmate, Momoi. She was your classmate that sometimes helps you out by taking notes on the rival's weaknesses before giving them to you.

Watching the other play basketball freely like a bird spread its wings, but those things made (Y/N) jealous and an idea popped into your mind. 'There's nothing wrong, right? If I'm playing as the others are resting? Maybe I should try' (Y/N) silently think to themselves/herself/himself as you take one of the balls that were rolling next to your feet.

A pair of slanted eyes sees you taking one of the basketballs, a little bit confused about why are you holding one of the balls until his confusion was replaced by a smirk. Watching your every movement from the start by starting to dribble on your hand, walking slowly before it turns into jogging and full-on sprinting until you were underneath the basketball ring and shooting the ball.

BAM!

It did not go inside at all, (Y/N) cheeks reddened, embarrassed that the ball doesn't go inside at all. Instead, it was thrown away and almost hit other players. "Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" A familiar yet annoying voice spoke up. Turning around, you could see your boyfriend with his usual annoying smirk, making fun of you after failing to get a point after throwing the basketball into the ring.

"Yeah, keep making fun of me until I smack that face of yours with the ball," you roll your eyes at him. "Ah, it's alright. (Y/N)-san. It's okay if you cannot play basketball. Here, let me help you. Follow my instruction on how to shoot," his smirk replaced with his genuine smile.

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[thevoidscreams]

Hello, can I request some wild sanguinius? I am attracted to his bloodlust being a predator and he asked me how it would be if he does it in that state with his beloved or even with leman in Mating Press March

Day eleven I got a case of brain rot on this one and had to do something. So yall get post battle Sangy. Also sorry for another short one I was running around all day and still feeling like shit.

Pairing: Sanguinius x reader

Warnings: Blood, Animalistic sex, sex in a thunderhawk, descriptions of violence (not towards you)

Three weeks, three agonizing weeks.

Sanguinius's nerves were shot as he landed, his mind a mire of dark and sinister things. Blood, flesh, death, consumption, lust.

Three weeks since he'd last seen you, the battling was too dangerous on the ground for you to be there. But not that the fighting was at a lull he was confident that you would be safe.

In his arms, you'd always be safe.

"Bring her to me." Sanguinius rumbled. His son nodded, not needing to ask who. It was his mother, of course. The Mother of angels. The wife of Sanguinius.

The order was sent up the line till it was in the right hands to have you ferried down to your husband's side.

It didn't take long. The adrenaline of battle had waned slightly, replaced by a new sensation. The need to claim. The need to have and to sow, not only destroy.

Three weeks, he kept thinking of blood and smoke and too little rest, too little comfort.

But soon he would have you. He would have you to hold and to kiss and to bed again and again.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on the sky from where he knew the thunderhawk would return. He ran his tongue over his canines and daydreamed about you. "Father? Are you alright?" A younger blood angel asked and Sanguinius nodded. "Quite, I am just.. eager to see your mother again." "You must love her very much." "I do." He nodded and smiled down at his son, shifting his weight from one foot to another. The sound of roaring engines drew his gaze back to the sky. His wings fluffed in anticipation and he nearly took to the sky to intercept the ship to get to you faster, but he did not for fear of damaging the vessel and causing you harm. It landed and Sanguinius approached, his hearts hammering as he knew what awaited him within. Hauling open the door he entered, your personal escort of astartes turning and giving their father his due respect. "All of you out. I need some time to speak with your mother privately."

They didn't argue, stepping from the hawk without a question asked. They knew better than to impede on their gene sires alone time with his wife. The door hissed shut behind him leaving you both alone. "Sanguinius, I've missed you so much." You went to him, careful not to put your hand in a patch of blood. Which wasn't easy. "As I have you my dove." His body was trembling with need. The fighting was done for now. Now it was time for something else. "Gosh, Sangy, your armor is almost as red as our sons." You chuckled. Yes, your sons. Both of yours, Sanguinius adored how much his sons seemed to care for you.

Sanguinius fell to his knees taking you in his arms as he listened to the sound of your laugh. He hadn't heard anything so sweet in weeks. "Please, my dove, I know we've just reunited. But I need you." You nodded, needing him as well. There was a wild sort of desperation in his eyes that you recognized immediately. It was the same one you often saw after he returned from battle. "Of course my love. Let me just undress and then-"

He pounced without a moment's warning. Your back was on the floor and he was pulling his codpiece away with reckless abandon. shredding the body glove underneath with it. His fangs sank into the rich cloth of your dress, and with a jerk of his head was reduced to scraps of ragged fabric.

"Sangunius!" You gasped in shock. His tongue ran up your body, growling in frustration when he was impeded by the bra baring your chest from him. Sanguinius tore it away, the fabric and padding sundered as if they were nothing more than tissue paper. His tongue began again, his teeth snagging your underwear as he pulled it to lacey pieces.

Your fingers grasped at his golden locks. Your voice cried out wordlessly as he dug in, lapping at your entrance like a starving animal. The coppery scent of the dried blood on his armor made your head spin, and it certainly wasn't helped by the pleasure your husband was pressing upon you from between your legs. His name spilled from your lips in a whine as he let his tongue drift up farther, lapping over your body, tasting your skin. His cock throbbed, painfully hard as he locked his lips with yours, You could taste your own juices, and blood. Whose it had been you would never know. He would never tell, you would never ask. His cock pressed against your wet heat and he growled pushing into the tight clinging walls of his love after three weeks of being apart. He took your legs and easily pressed them up against your chest, holding them there with his body. Your hands went to his cheeks, your thumbs running over them in a quiet form of affection. "Oh my dove." He purred, eyes fluttering shut. "How I've missed you." Your reply ended abruptly as he pulled out and thrust back in. Your head fell back unto the cold metal floor as he fucked you. It was not gentle as it so often was, but animalistic and needy. His voice raised as he raked his finger over the floor, searching for some sort of purchase to stabilize himself. His wings shivered behind him, brushing the walls as he let out the pent up need that had been building.

All the blood he'd spilled, all the lives ended by his hands had been done for you. Outwardly they'd been for the imperium, for his father's dream. But that wasn't the reason in his hearts. Every time he'd closed his eyes he'd see you. Smiling up at him with a bundle of joy in your arms. Safe on yet another world brought to compliance by the efforts of himself and your sons. He loved how you took to them so immediately and how naturally the title of mother had come to you. Soon he would see you taking to the title in a whole new light.

You were panting and moaning under his armored body, practically squished against the floor as he pressed you down. Your walls clenched around him and he felt you cum at the same time you screamed his name. Your mind lost to the pleasure of taking your husband's cock after being apart for so damn long. "Yes, Dove, come for me." He growled, his voice rumbling through you. The utter bliss on your face drove him to the edge and he slipped over it, his wings flaring and beating against the walls of the thunderhawk. He poured his love into you, physically, emotionally and verbally. Petting your hairs as he cooed how much he loved you, adored you, needed you.

It wasn't how you had expected your time with him to go. At least not right away. Sanguinius rolled onto his back carrying you with him. You raised your head and laughed a little. "And here i was thinking i had missed you the most." Sanguinius kissed up your throat lovingly. "I have been needing you every day for three weeks." "So I see." You looked around and laughed some more. It looked like someone had taken a chain blade to a giant goose. "We made quite the mess." Bloodstained feathers littered the floor and Sanguinius looked around, joining you in your laughter. It felt good to laugh with such happiness. "That we did my dove. That we did."

He picked you up after a time and wrapped you in the fur that had hung from his armor. You didn't want to go, but there was clean up left to do. He promised to have you sent for again as soon as he possibly could.

Leaving the ship, his armor back in order his sons didn't quite look at him. Their cheeks red with embarrassment. But then again they hadn't been expecting their parents to rock a thunderhawk."Well my sons. shall we get back to it?" They all nodded eagerly and Sanguinius suppressed an amused smile knowing they'd likely never forget this. And the primarch wondered, just how those who had been close by would react when he and their mother inevitably announce the arrival of a new sibling. With a sigh he put the amusing thought aside and returned to his duties.

[jm-2406]

Hi,

I was wondering if I could make a request for a matt murdock x reader idea. You could make it into a headcannon or a dribble I dont mind ✨.

Basically I’ve always found interesting the idea of matt either loosing his powers or his hearing senses (like in season 3)

So id think about something like that happening to him and the reader helping him found himself in his new routine without his vigilante identity.

(insecure and « in need of love » matt is my weakness jsjs)

Lots of angst but a happy ending if possible

(Also its preferable if reader is just a civilian too)

Thanks 🦋

Love me tender.

Summary - an unfortunate accident almost cost your boyfriend's life but you are there to help him recover, even if he gets emotional and says stupid things.

Pairing - Matt Murdock x teacher!reader.

Word count - 855.

Note - I'm sorry for being so late in delivering this, I got my exam results and it was not good. I was upset, so I couldn't get anything done.

Warnings - rushed ending, mentions of accident/injury, Matt and reader having a heart to heart.

Requests - open || find my work - here.

It came as a shock to you when a phone call disturbed your sleep at 3 a.m. informing you about your boyfriend's accident. You were the only person on his emergency contact and the hospital staff were quick to inform you. When you reached the hospital gates, a fear gripped your heart. You were not sure what happened with Matt exactly but you could make out that it was something very serious from the nurse’s words.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], I am here to visit Matt Murdock.” You informed the receptionist. She typed something on her computer and directed you towards the ward. That night, you had the biggest shock of your life as you waited for the doctors and nurses treating Matt.

“It was quite a fatal accident, Miss [Y/L/N]. We're lucky that he survived but he might take some time to recover and from what we have gathered, he might have some problems with his external auditory canal.”

“But… he'll be okay, right? He will recover, right?” You asked him. The doctor nodded his head and left because of another case. It was all up to you now, to let him know. You knew how upset he felt if treated with sympathy, you felt like that too. You just wanted him to recover completely before taking any risks with his life.

A few days later, when you were sitting quietly in the living room and grading the test papers, you heard a cracking sound. Rushing to the kitchen, you saw your boyfriend standing and in front of him, a broken glass. “Are you okay? And what are you doing here?” You carefully reached him and brought him back to your room.

Before you could scold him for being so careless and not resting enough, you saw him sitting quietly, too quietly like a statue. He was holding his mask in his hand. It was high time now, you needed to talk. You placed your hand on his shoulder and got his attention. Matt was still quiet.

“You can't carry on like this, Matt.” You said after a moment of silence.

“I don't know what to do. I'm lost, okay. This feeling… the feeling of being helpless and staying at home all day… it kills me. I feel like I failed.”

“No matt. Please don't say things like that.” Your voice was thick with emotions. “We can go through anything if we are together. Please don't shut me out.”

Matt gave you a sad little smile and you knew that you had a long road ahead of you.

A few days passed with you and Matt adjusting to the new life without his vigilante identity. It was a struggle in the beginning but slowly, he recovered… at least physically.

One evening, you were sitting on the couch, watching one of your favourite films when you noticed Matt standing in the corner, lost in his thoughts. “What happened, babe? You alright?” You rushed to him and to your surprise he jerked your hands off him. That had never happened before.

“I think we should take a break.”

“What?” To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You didn't know what came over him suddenly.

“Yes, [Y/N]… we should.” He sounded serious.

“But, at this point? I don't understand Matt. What happened?”

“Because I can't give you a normal life, [Y/N]. Why is it so difficult for you to understand that? You were sitting there, all peacefully, watching a move. We couldn't do that together, or anything normal couples do. How many times we had to cancel our plans because of me being daredevil and trying to save the city. You don't need to go through all of this. You deserve better, [Y/N].” He breathed hard after his confession, sightless eyes following where your figure should be.

“Leave it to me to decide what and who I deserve. I love you, Matt. I know that I never said it before, I didn't want to push you away. I don't want ‘normal’, I just want you.” By the end of it, you had wrapped your arms around his neck and forced him to sit down. It was one of the few raw moments you shared.

“I'm sorry.” He said after a few minutes of silence. “Promise me, you won't do anything stupid like this again.” You asked, gently massaging his scalp. Matt just nodded his head. You knew that you had a long road ahead of you but you were satisfied with the journey. In the end it's just you two, together.

THE END.

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Ch. 62: The Little Big Words

Previous chapters // Montserrat’s masterlist

Fandom: SVU // Pairing: Rafael Barba x OC

Warnings: Due to the nature of the series’ plots, I do have to rate this as ‘mature’ for constant mentions of rape.

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"Didn't I say no working?" Montserrat thought it was too early to be this kind of mad but Rafael had found a way each day since they left the hospital. Each morning he would find a different way to do something he shouldn't be doing; today's attempt was trying to work on a case in the living room.

"Did you?" Rafael didn't even attempt to sound surprised by Montserrat's presence and reaction to him. He was flipping through pages on the couch.

Montserrat walked up behind the couch and reached over Rafael to take the papers out of his hands.

"Hey!" He went to reach for them when his side said absolutely not. "Ow…" he jerked back in place.

"It's like you want to be stupid on purpose," Montserrat shook her head at him. She skimmed a few of the lines on the first paper in her hands. "Wait, is this the Avery Jordan case we dealt with months ago?"

"Yeah," Rafael said, struggling to get up on his own. He refused to let Montserrat do that for him. She already did so much for him, this one was on him, one way or another.

"I've been so negligent keeping up with her," Montserrat said, scrunching her nose. "She's how far along now?"

"About 7 months," Rafael said, coming around the couch slowly. He was putting his best efforts not to place his hand over his injury. It had become like a custom that he really wanted to break. It would be less of a reminder of what happened. "Her trial's finally got a date."

"Finally," scoffed Montserrat. "Meanwhile, this woman's been living a constant hell."

"Which I'm trying to put an end to," Rafael said, plucking his papers out of Montserrat's hands. "But you won't let me."

"Nice try," Montserrat said, promptly taking back what he stole. "But you're not working until you get an 'all clear'. So put it away before I start hiding them."

"A challenge I'm more than willing to take."

"Stop," warned Montserrat, pointing at the stupid grin on Rafel's face. She hated it. He was smug at all hours and it was getting on her last nerve. Her scotch bottle was almost done and it had only been two weeks since she bought them.

"Buenos dias," Rafael said promptly, leaning over to place a kiss on her lips. "Breakfast?" He moved around her and headed for the kitchen.

"I hate you," Montserrat nodded to herself and followed after him, ignoring his very proud "No you don't".

It was an hour after breakfast — and more bickering about the things Rafael should and shouldn't be doing — that someone knocked on the door. Montserrat practically stalked up to the door and opened it up. The sight of the young waitress Clara took her by surprise.

"Clara?" Montserrat blinked at the woman.

Clara sheepishly waved. "Hi, morning. I'm sorry for being early — I have class later. Were you guys asleep?"

Montserrat scoffed. "Yeah, he's a bat," she said, nodding back to Rafael who rolled his eyes in response. "He doesn't sleep. Come in."

"Thanks." Clara walked in slowly, both hands on the top of her purse — a sign of nervousness. "How are you feeling?" She asked Rafael.

"Good, thanks," he replied, "I'm better than what everyone else thinks."

"Don't start," Montserrat warned him. She looked at Clara suddenly. "Are you going to stay here?"

"Uh, well, I suppose —"

"Great," Montserrat nodded, "Because I need a break."

"What?" Clara watched the redhead rush over to the coffee table to grab her purse.

"Thanks so much for this!" Montserrat exclaimed. "What do you say — 17.50 an hour?"

"Montserrat," Rafael deadpanned the woman he so called his girlfriend. The title was in jeopardy.

Montserrat stared at him thoughtfully then looked at Clara again. "For your trouble…$25.50."

"Huh?" Clara blinked.

"Montserrat!" exclaimed Rafael.

"Oh, pipe down," snapped Montserrat. "I need a break from you. Your mother was right. You're driving me nuts."

"As are you to me," Rafael promptly replied. "Have a nice break."

Montserrat smiled sarcastically sweetly at him. "Likewise." She left the place without looking back.

Clara watched after Montserrat, having no idea what just happened. "Um, are you guys okay?"

Rafael laughed. "Yeah, don't worry. She's right, we do need a break. We're driving each other insane."

Clara still had no idea what to make of that. "I thought you guys were good…?"

"We are," nodded Rafael, "We're not afraid to tell each other our truths. It's against our programming. She has a big mouth, I can't stop countering. Nothing else."

Clara nodded slowly. I guess that's a good kind of relationship…

She would decide later.

"So, what's going on?" Rafael asked her. "Are you okay?" He'd given Clara his address in case she needed something in the future. After what happened, he owed her a lot.

"Sort of," Clara said, moving along as he proposed to, "I stopped by the precinct taking care of your case."

Immediately, Rafael knew why Clara was there. He was eternally grateful Montserrat left.

Clara didn't notice his expression changing. She was too busy being confused. "And I spoke to Sergeant Benson. She said the case has gone cold."

"Yeah…" Rafael said slowly, calculating Clara as much as he could. He was sure the meds he was taking were causing him to be slower. He couldn't be exactly sure what Clara was going to say next.

"After she explained what that meant, I thought I should come see how you're doing with the news," Clara said, offering him a small smile.

It was fairly quick how much guilt settled on Rafael's shoulders. He already carried another load for lying to Montserrat about it. Up until now, all she knew was that the case was simply going slow. He offered Olivia the chance to tell Montserrat himself that the case was "officially" a cold case.

"I'm…I'm okay," he told Clara. "You don't have to worry about me, Clara. I'm sure you have a lot more things to worry about given your career choice. Lots of exams…?" He looked at Clara until she smiled.

"Midterms," she corrected.

"There we go. You have enough on your plate."

Clara's shoulders rose together. "Maybe but I can't just forget about this either. You're sort of like my first real patient. It's my duty to make sure you're feeling okay."

"I appreciate the sentiment, and believe me you have done your obligations with me. I'm still here." Rafael smiled when Clara chuckled. She seemed far younger when she did. It was nice. "Look, you should just focus on your midterms and your work. I'm okay."

Clara wasn't entirely convinced. "But can't they do anything else about this?"

"I will be looking into it," Rafael lied swiftly and easily. "But if you need anything else from me, please feel free to call or stop by. Montserrat told me you're not working at the coffee shop, anymore?"

Clara shook her head, smiling sadly. "Too traumatic. I got a job at a little restaurant two blocks from there. Maybe you'd like to stop by. It's Chinese."

Rafael chuckled. "You don't say? We love that."

Clara chuckled. "Yeah, well, you can stop by anytime you'd like."

"We will," Rafael promised, "Once I'm out of house arrest." As it turned out, Montserrat was a lot stricter than he previously thought.

~0~

Montserrat picked at the plate in front of her, making a mental note to pick up strawberries before leaving. Across from her, Kara laughed at Montserrat's unfortunate tales.

"It's really not funny," Montserrat said, picking up her fork to try the pasta Sonny had graciously made for them for lunch.

"It's funny that you thought this wouldn't happen," Kara said with a shrug. "You've been staying with Rafael for, what, a week?"

"Two weeks,"Montserrat corrected. "Two weeks straight and I discovered we are complete opposites. He is a morning person — a very early person — and I'm normal. He likes his coffee as black as the frikin night and I'm…normal."

Kara laughed again. They even heard Sonny laugh to himself in the kitchen.

"Shut up, Carisi," called Montserrat, leaning back in her seat, "And where's the sides you promised?"

"Oh calm down," Kara waved a hand at her best friend to get her attention. "You're just learning more about Rafael."

"Well if he doesn't stop showing me so many new things about him, I might kill him," Montserrat said, scrunching her nose.

Kara laughed, even more delighted now that Sonny was coming around with a fresh new serving of pasta. "You should follow my lead," Kara said to Montserrat, "Mine just likes to cook."

Montserrat rolled her eyes. Kara grinned up at Sonny and happily accepted his kiss.

"Hey genius," Montserrat called, "your boyfriend's about to spill blazing hot pasta on your lap."

The way Sonny was holding the sizzling pan was indeed threatening to drop the pasta on Kara's lap.

"Whoops! Sorry, doll," Sonny said, quickly dumping the pasta on Kara's plate. "Little distracted…"

"I'll say," Montserrat shook her head. "Can I get more for take out? I need to bring Rafael something back."

"Thought he was pissing you off," Kara reminded.

"He is," Montserrat nodded. "But he still needs to eat."

Kara had to laugh. "You're ridiculous. Both of you. But you do have to learn how to live with each other if you're actually living together."

"We're not living together," Montserrat said quickly, sounding defensive about it too. "I'm just staying with him until he's okay."

"So you're coming back?"

Montserrat deadpanned her best friend for a long minute. "Please, try to be more disappointed about it."

Kara chuckled.

Sonny came back around with a to-go dish for Montserrat. "I think Kara's right," he said, ignoring Montserrat muttering 'of course'. "You need to learn how to live together. It's very different from just staying the night to being together for 2 weeks straight."

Montserrat's shoulders slumped. "I guess." Her hand tugged at a few of her curls. "I don't know, I guess I'm just not used to this kind of stuff anymore. Plus, none of my boyfriends have ever been shot before. I'm still coming down from that whole experience."

Sonny and Kara agreed with that statement.

"You said you talked to Olivia today, no?" Kara asked.

Montserrat nodded, her whole demeanor changing again. "I went before coming here." She let out a long sigh. "The case has gone cold."

Kara's eyes widened and she immediately looked at Sonny. The latter nodded. "That's terrible," Kara gawked. "Why?"

"The guy never showed his face and neither Rafael nor Clara can identify anything special about him," Montserrat explained. Her fork went in circles in her pasta. "Liv said they're trying but there's only so much we can do, right?"

"We are trying," Sonny assured her. "Sooner or later we'll get something."

Montserrat managed a little smile. What would she do without her partner? "Anyways, I should just focus on making sure Rafael's okay in the meantime." And learn how to manage my overall anxiety. Montserrat supposed those were really big things she should work towards.

~0~

Montserrat's trip to SVU was a complete bust since Olivia had not been around and no one else seemed to know what was going on, she didn't blame them. They were short staffed again and with new cases coming in every day. On her way back, she got a call from her father asking her to come over. When she tried to explain she was heading back to Rafael's place, her father insisted that it would just be for a moment. Either Montserrat went over, or he would find a way to her instead.

Montserrat arrived within fifteen minutes at her father's home after that. She certainly wasn't expecting to find her brother there as well, along with her two nieces.

"Don't look at me, he was just babysitting," Gael said when Montserrat threw the idea that this had been a set up. Of course when her five year old niece Ivannah came running up to her, Montserrat forgot all about it in favor of the little girl.

"Auntie Montse! You're here!" Ivannah very easily jumped into her aunt's arms.

Montserrat laughed lightly at the excited girl. "Well, if everyone greeted me like this, I wouldn't mind."

"What, your new boyfriend is tired of you already?" Gael smirked.

Montserrat deadpanned her older brother, keeling her not so nice words to herself solely for the five year old in the room. "Dad, what is this?"

"It's just a coincidence, I promise," Thomas said with his hands raised in front of him. "He stopped by with the girls afterwards."

"Yeah! Are you going to stay with us and grandpa!?" Ivannah bounced in Montserrat's arms to get the woman's attention.

"Uh, no sweetie, sorry," Montserrat gave a light pat on Ivannah's back. "I've got to head back soon. Dad, what did you need?"

"You weren't answering your phone…" Thomas said, giving his daughter a sharp look. "I got worried."

"I'm sorry. I've been a bit busy," Montserrat said, "But we're okay. Rafael's doing better now. He just…can't move a lot…"

"Would he be okay if we visited some time?" Thomas saw the way his daughter stiffened, alarmed with his question.

"What?" Montserrat was speechless.

Gael laughed at her. "You're that afraid we'll embarrass you, huh?"

Montserrat sent her brother another glare. "Shut it!"

"Dad, can you stop being so mean to aunt Montserrat?" Juliana walked out from the hallway. She came straight to Montserrat and hugged her aunt. "Hi auntie."

"Hi there sweetheart," Montserrat greeted the teenager with a warm smile. "How are you?"

"Okay," Juliana shrugged.

Montserrat playfully rolled her eyes — it was the universal teenage response. "What about Abby?"

"We joined Key Club," Juliana said, "Getting volunteer hours. It looks great on college applications."

"That's great. Are you two—"

"Is it true you have a boyfriend now?" Juliana cut her aunt right off.

Montserrat blinked at the girl then went back to glaring at Gael. "You really have the biggest mouth in the world — no, galaxy."

Gael smirked. "You told dad I was dating Marlene Forbes!"

"Settle down you two," Thomas said, motioning his children to stop yelling.

"So, aunt Montse, do you have a boyfriend?" Juliana asked again, more curious than ever.

Montserrat sighed and gave in. "Yes. Thanks to your dad, I bet the whole of New York knows it by now."

"Give me half an hour," Gael said with a mischievous grin.

"Dad," Montserrat called, leading Gael to snicker.

"Go sit down," Thomas ordered the two. "And give me my granddaughter before you influence her the wrong way."

"No! I want to stay with my aunt Montse!" Ivannah clung her arms around Montserrat's neck.

Montserrat walked over to the couch and sat down with Ivannah on her lap. Juliana scurried to her aunt's side and plopped down on her knees.

"So who is it!?" She leaned on Montserrat's arm, absolutely eager to find out the answer. "Do we know him!? Is he a stranger!? Where'd you meet!?"

"You seem a bit too knowledgeable here," Montserrat remarked and gently pushed Juliana back. "Maybe you should tell us if you're seeing anyone."

"Not until she's 30," Gael said promptly. Juliana rolled her eyes at her father. "And in all seriousness, Montserrat, I'm happy to hear Rafael's doing better. Also glad he's the one you're dating."

Montserrat scoffed. "Please, you just like him because he put up the 5 grand for your bail."

"Not true," Gael said, shrugging. "It's a contributing factor but not a big one. I like his attitude."

"I honestly don't know if that's a good or bad thing," Montserrat said, shaking her head.

"Wait," Juliana said suddenly, scrunching her nose, "I remember that guy. He works with you and aunt Casey. He used to make you mad a lot."

Montserrat scoffed again. "'Used to'? He still does. Eighty percent of the time."

"Bet that's what he says about you." Gael walked up to Montserrat and gently took his daughter out of her arms to carry her himself. "The guy gets s-h-o-t and you're the nurse? Poor guy."

"Gael!" Montserrat exclaimed.

"Oh my God," Juliana made a horrified face, "Aunt Montse, is he okay?"

Montserrat shot her brother a look for his loose lips. "You want to keep going while your daughters are here?"

Gael motioned Juliana to head for the hallway. He then set Ivannah down and told her to go wash her hands for dinner.

"No, wait," Juliana said despite getting up from the couch, "Aunt Montse, is your boyfriend okay?"

"Yes, thankfully yes," Montserrat assured her.

"But was he like, shot-shot…?" Juliana leaned closer to her aunt's side, "As in like a lot of blood and—"

"Juliana, go help your sister wash her hands, now," Gael ordered her.

Juliana rolled her eyes. "As if I won't find out sooner or later," she told Gael before ushering Ivannah into the hallway.

"Great going," Montserrat turned on her brother, "You and your big mouth."

"It slipped," Gael frowned. "You think I wanted my daughter to know that somebody went and shot your boyfriend?"

"I'd believe you if you didn't keep saying it out loud!"

Gael raised his hands in front of him. Montserrat shook her head at him.

"I need to get back," Montserrat said, "Dad?"

"Yeah! Here!" Thomas made way to the kitchen. Montserrat glanced at her brother helplessly then followed after Thomas. He had come up to the kitchen counter where a paper bag stood. "I know that you're probably stressed and still coming out from all that's happened so I thought you could take some ready-to-go meals."

"What?" Montserrat blinked. Thomas motioned her to take a look inside the bag. When she did, she saw a couple trays with sweet smelling food inside, many of which she recognized from when she was a child. "Dad, you made all these?"

"I had the time," Thomas smiled at her, "And I figured that's what you don't have right now. Take 'em."

"Where's my cooked dinner?" grumbled Gael.

"Oh be quiet," Thomas said, "Your sister needs the help. And listen," he looked at Montserrat, "When Rafael is all better, I think it would be great if we could all sit down over some dinner."

"Oh, Dad…" Montserrat breathed in, "That's…that's a while away…"

"I know," Thomas said, assuring her that he didn't intend on that dinner being tomorrow. "But I want you to have the idea in your head so it's not a complete surprise when I force you to do it later on."

Montserrat's smile waned the more her father went on about their future plans. She couldn't be more grateful when he has to go tend to a phone call from work. Only then was she able to breathe again…until Gael spoke up.

"What's with you?" He eyed Montserrat's demeanor with bemusement. "Don't tell me you're that nervous about dinner?"

"No, I — it's not that," Montserrat sighed. "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this." And even then it took her another minute to be able to explain. "Rafael and I are in a bit of a…struggle."

"Struggle how?"

"Struggle as in we are close to not standing each other," Montserrat said, her face scrunching, "He is getting on my last nerves. He's as stubborn as they come. He doesn't want to stop working, he doesn't want to take his medication when he should and he wants to keep moving around when he should be resting. I'm so close to grabbing duct tape."

Gael smiled for a moment before the laugh won out. Montserrat did not appreciate it.

"I shouldn't have told you anything," she muttered. She moved to leave Gael alone but he grabbed her arm and gently pushed her back to her place.

"It's just funny," he told her, "Because I bet that's exactly what he's saying about you right now."

"Me?" Montserrat pointed at herself, indignant of such an accusation. "Why? I'm helping him."

"Except by the way you describe him, and the little that I know about him, it sounds like he's the kind of person who doesn't like help. He's not used to it."

Montserrat lowered her head. Those were some familiar thoughts she had herself a while back. It just went to hell when Rafael was shot and he was close to death.

"Montserrat, ever think of just being a bit more laid back nurse?"

"I can't be laid back with this," she argued, "He has a bullet wound, Gael. He just can't do some stuff. Period."

"Okay, but working from home isn't exactly lethal—"

"Physically no but mentally?"

"Have you ever considered that without his work, all Rafael has on his to-do list is think about what happened to him?" Gael knew the answer as his sister ducked her head. "What happened to him was pretty traumatic. I bet he doesn't want to think about it so he wants to bury himself in work."

"I don't want him to think about that stuff either," Montserrat mumbled. She more than anyone knew how moments like those could consume the mind.

"Find alternatives," Gael suggested, "And just take it easy. Coddling is no good either. Bet you would have less stress too if you weren't such a stickler right now."

Montserrat deadpanned her brother. "Gael."

"Living together is no joke. You have to compromise somewhere," Gael patted Montserrat's arm.

"We're not living together, I'm just…staying over until he's okay…"

"So you're living together right now," Gael concluded, "Compromise is key. Trust me."

Montserrat felt like she had no choice, not when Gael made sense. Maybe her nurse-mode was too strong right now and that's not what Rafael needed right now. He certainly didn't need the constant bickering.

"Thanks, Gael," she ultimately said to her brother. For once, he was just helping her out.

"Anytime," Gael said, "I already told you I like the guy and not—" he pointed at Montserrat, "—because he helped complete my bail money. Think it's about damn time someone puts you in your place every so often." Montserrat shoved him back, but no one could deny the smile that marked her face. Gael fixed his crinkled shirt with a laugh. "Just saying."

"Well stop saying more stuff," Montserrat playfully berated him and after a moment she added: "But thanks for your help."

Gael nodded and brought a hand over Montserrat's arm. "Of course. And I can't wait for that dinner."

"Mm," Montserrat's brow raised. "That's still up in the air." She patted her brother's cheek and side stepped around him.

~0~

On the way back to Rafael's, Montserrat couldn't stop thinking about her guilt. She felt absolutely horrible by the time she unlocked the door. She stepped inside quietly, immediately scoping the living room out. She didn't immediately see Rafael so she placed the bag of food on the coffee table. Rafael came out of the kitchen with a mug in hand soon after that.

"Hey, you're back," he remarked, his smirk widened and present, "Get your break? What, too short?"

Montserrat felt her stomach churn. You're horrible. She felt horrible. "I-I'm sorry, I'll be right back." She hurried into the hallway, leaving Rafael puzzled.

Had he said something wrong? For some reason, he felt like he needed to go check on her.

~0~

Montserrat had dumped her bag on the dresser and paced back and forth for a bit. "Calm down, calm down, you're making things worse!" She hit her head with her hands and forced herself to stop. "Get changed, and go out and talk."

She needed to follow her own advice before things got worse. Things couldn't get worse. She couldn't ruin things, not when her feelings had grown tenfold.

Her heart already hurt just thinking that she could end up pushing Rafael away from her. Was this self sabotage?

Dr. Weslin had already mentioned that a little after Montserrat admitted to being in a new relationship. Self-sabotage was a form of escapism in which victims often tried hard to push away people for fear that things wouldn't work out for them.

"No, no, no, no," Montserrat told herself over and over. She headed for her drawer and pulled out a t-shirt for sleep, along with a pair of pants. She set them both on top of the dresser then grabbed her own shirt from the bottom. She was pulling the strap of her bra when the bedroom door opened.

Rafael had come inside to check in on Montserrat. She whirled away from him, clutching her shirt against her chest.

"Montserrat! Sorry!" In his attempt to turn away immediately, Rafael felt his side communicate once again that he wasn't ready for which movements. "Argh!" His hand moved over his side while the other sustained his balance on the doorknob.

Montserrat instinctively turned back to now see his back, hunched over with his injuries. "Raf — what's wrong!?"

"Fine! Fine!" He waved a hand at her to stay put. "I'm sorry for coming in without knocking. I thought — you seemed upset — I didn't know —"

Montserrat felt her face warm up and quickly turned herself away from him. "It's my fault," she muttered.

"What? No it's not, you're…" Rafael looked over his shoulder and saw Montserrat had turned away again. He was going to do the same, by God he really was, but something on her back caught his eye.

At first glance it would be like a normal mark on skin — almost an odd birthmark — but with his experience he knew well enough that it wasn't the case. And he just couldn't help it. The instinct to protect overwhelmed him…along with a familiar anger.

"Montserrat, what's that on your back?" Even when her back was to him, Rafael saw the way Montserrat's body stiffened.

"I-I need to get changed now," she said, or rather sounded like she was pleading with him to forget about it.

Rafael couldn't do that — they would literally have to finish the job and kill him for that to happen.

Montserrat let out a light gasp when she felt a finger gently graze her lower back. Rafael had come up behind her to see the mark better.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" He asked quietly.

Montserrat wasn't sure if it was better that he didn't sound angry at her for it because the alternative was that he felt sorry for her. She swallowed hard. "It wasn't important to any of our conversations…you already know what happened…"

"But this is different — this is a literal scar from…from what?" Rafael didn't want to think about the movements that led to such a mark on Montserrat's skin. It was medium-sized and oddly shaped like whatever Montserrat was pressed against had been broken in some way and ended up in a sharp piece. The pain of something like that had to have been unbearable…

"There really is no point in discussing it anymore," Montserrat said, raising her arms to bring her shirt over her head.

Rafael was incredibly sorry for it but he pulled her arms down. He couldn't just let it go, not this time. "Montserrat," his voice was stern, "what is this?"

"It's just a mark, what else?" Montserrat whirled around, clutching her shirt to her chest. "None of that experience was pleasurable. Did you think a scar would be?" As soon as the words left her mouth and she heard them, she knew she'd been harsh.

Yet, Rafael didn't look the least bit phased by her attitude. He seemed used to that kind of stuff, and he was. It just made Montserrat feel even worse.

Instead of speaking, his fingers hooked under her chin and tilted her head up at him. Her breath hitched when his other hand came around her bare back, stopping precisely over her scar. His hand dropped from her chin as he pressed his forehead against hers, eyes shut.

Montserrat felt herself calm with his warmth against her. Her eyes fluttered close the more she focused on them and their closeness. It didn't even matter the way she was, her hard attitude — Rafael made her forget about it all. And without even having to speak too.

His talent is undeniable. She felt herself start to smile.

"You're okay," Rafael finally spoke a few minutes later, his voice quiet and soft. "You're here with me. You're safe."

Montserrat opened her eyes to see him already looking at her. The fondness in his eyes almost made her break down there and then.

Rafael offered her a little smile of encouragement. Believe me, he said. "There's no more danger." Not on his watch. He'd take another bullet for her anytime, anywhere.

Montserrat actually felt an ache in her heart when his fingers lifted off her back. She longed for his touch again, even if it was over the scars she would rather forget about. He could make even that seem pointless.

"I'm going to get you something to drink, okay?" Rafael said, giving her a small kiss on her cheek. "Just relax and finish getting changed."

Montserrat nodded silently and watched him step back until he turned to leave. Something was caught in her throat and the fact he was about to leave her made it feel even more urgent. His touch, his wordless help, his fondness and his care — she wanted all that. She wanted him.

"I love you," the words tumbled out of her mouth.

Rafael froze in his spot. The first thing that popped into his head was the blaring idea that he had absolutely heard wrong. Those little words — those little big words — had been a long lost notion to him. The last person who said that to him had promised so many things with that confession and in the end, she left him aside for an allegedly better man.

But the stretching silence helped warm him up to the idea that he wasn't insane. He had heard right which meant Montserrat was waiting for him to react. Silence probably wasn't viewed as a good lead.

He turned around and met her nervous eyes. She felt nervous and almost sick standing in her spot, still clutching her shirt to her chest. She was at her most vulnerable, and yet she'd somehow mustered the courage to say words she didn't think she would ever be able to say again.

Without saying anything, Rafael strode back (as much as he could in his condition) and slid his hands over Montserrat's cheeks to kiss her. He tilted her head up to deepen their kiss, not wanting her to get away for anything.

Montserrat wouldn't consider such a thing. She brought an arm around Rafael's neck, pulling him down. At the same time, Rafael lowered a hand down to her waist, his fingers pressing against her sides. Little by little, they traveled around her back until they splayed against her skin. Everything about her was so soft and warm — it was a whole temptation that Rafael wasn't sure he could resist.

He parted from her lips enough to speak but kept his forehead pressed against hers. "I love you too," he whispered.

Montserrat's breath hitched. Her heart raced about a thousand beats in just a minute. "You mean that?"

Rafael smiled at her. "Yes."

There was a moment where Montserrat wondered if this was real. "I'm — are you sure?"

Rafael had to laugh. "Yes. Why do you keep asking?"

"Because I've been so mean," Montserrat sighed, drawing away from him.

"Mean?" Rafael gave her a look. "What are you talking about?" He was close to laughing.

With a sigh, Montserrat pulled her t-shirt over her head to finish getting dressed. "I've been snarky and just plain ole mean to you while you're, you know…" She made a gesture at his side. "I'm sorry."

As much as Rafael wanted to laugh, and he did, the fact Montserrat looked pretty serious about the matter left him confused. "Again, what are you talking about? I'm okay. I know I'm a pain in the ass. Frankly, I'm surprised you've lasted this long without murdering me."

"Raf, I'm being serious," Montserrat crossed her arms. "You're hurt. I'm supposed to be helping you—"

"And you are," Rafael said, smiling out of sheer confusion. "You're doing more than you should. I told you from the start that you didn't even have to stay with me."

"Don't say crazy stuff," Montserrat rolled her eyes at him.

"Then you shouldn't either," Rafael countered, "Do you know why I like you so much? Why I love you so much?"

Montserrat faltered. "Why…?"

"Because I can't get enough of your personality. Where I'm mean — and I am mean — you're more. You always have something to say, especially when I say something first. You don't let me get away with anything. You keep me on my toes and I love that."

"You do?"

Rafael felt like this was a conversation they already had at some point. "Yeah, why wouldn't I? It would be boring if this was just one sided." He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Where is this coming from?"

Montserrat drew in a small breath. "Just…thinking…" She gave a light shrug of her shoulders. "I felt awful for how I left this morning. I was so mean and—"

"Tired? You've been taking care of me non-stop. I assume you're tired, Montse. You're right. You need breaks. No one in their right mind could be my nurse and survive…except for you."

"Oh, shut up…"

"It's true. You're the only one who can handle me and keep me in my place," Rafael insisted, grinning. "You might find this hard to believe but there are women out there who think I'm a little scary."

Montserrat laughed on the spot. "You don't say?"

"Yeah, I don't get it…" Rafael shrugged, "But in truth, I'm scared of you."

"Stop," Montserrat pointed at him, barely holding her next laugh in. "You're trying to be funny with me."

"Not right now, promise. It's just the truth. This would be a very difficult relationship if things weren't so easy."

"You think this is all easy?"

Rafael chuckled. "For the most part, yeah. I didn't have that before — now I know what it's like and I can't get enough of it. You gotta believe me here." He took Montserrat's hands in his and squeezed them. "Do I need to make a case or something?"

Montserrat scoffed. "Nu-uh, you're not going to use me as an excuse to keep working."

"Well then I hope it stuck now," Rafael said, gently tugging her close to him. "Would you like some dinner then?"

Montserrat nodded. "I'd like that." She made to leave but Rafael pulled her right back into a kiss. Her squeak barely made it out before his lips crashed against hers.

It took her a second to catch up with him and even then Rafael was in control. She felt his fingers subtly creep under her shirt, gently crawling around her back. He'd found a new favorite place for sure and she didn't have any protest. She could stay like that forever…

But she also needed air.

She parted slightly, taking in an immediate breath, and blinked up at him. "Dinner?"

Rafael remembered his idea and had no choice but to nod. "Yeah." He pulled his hands off Montserrat and passed a few fingers through her hair. "Are you okay?"

Montserrat gave a nod of her head. "I will be now."

Rafael loved to hear that. "I love you."

Montserrat felt her heart skip. She bit her bottom lip, growing excited in just a few seconds. "I love you too." The words were such a novelty to her that she wanted to say them over and over, get her tongue used to them.

Rafael could see the joy practically radiate from Montserrat's eyes. He always wanted to see that, no matter what the reason was. She deserved to be happy. No one had any right to take that feeling away from her, not her happiness nor her sense of security.

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WIP Wednesday!

✨Featuring: a taste of smut and a poll✨

Tagged by @beskarandblasters today (thanks Kel!) and @burntheedges literally like 4 weeks ago but I’ve been working 80-hour weeks and am really behind with interactions (so thanks Kate and sorry this is late!) 💙

They’re slightly different templates, so I’ll use the one with more detail and a poll because that’s always fun…

STEP ONE: post snippets of the fics you’re working on (can be a summary if there’s no snippet) STEP TWO: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

There’s some NSFW content, so under the cut if you please…

As usual, I’ve given you far more than is strictly necessary, but you can’t shut me up, so here you go…

1. From To See A Thousand Things (guns n’ angst – the winner of my last WIP poll):

“What was that word you just said? Did you call me something rude?” “Kaan’goran. It means ‘weaponsmith’ in Mando’a. I don’t know your name and that’s what you are.” Oh. He says it matter-of-factly, but you’re strangely disappointed somehow. Maybe it’s time you introduced yourself to the man you’ve been anonymously fucking for over a year. This is a night of firsts, after all. “Well, you can call me—” “Don’t,” he insists, surprising you. Your face instantly falls, wondering why the hell that’s the arbitrary line he’s drawing in the sand tonight. But he sees your dejection and sighs, offering an explanation. “In my culture, names aren’t used flippantly. They’re titles, and they’re used as such: a full name to denote one’s clan when necessary, but otherwise rarely spoken. Those individuals who have a job of high standing are referred to by their professional titles – jobs that provide for the whole tribe rather than just their individual clan. To a Mandalorian, a weaponsmith is a noble profession. You forge the implements we defend ourselves with.” Okay, that’s… weirdly sweet. Oh… no. Oh hell no. Fuck off warm fuzzy feeling that’s rising in your belly. This will not do! You furrow your brow, confused and slightly annoyed about… well, basically everything, from his intentions to your emotions. Time to clarify. “You’re... complimenting me?” “I’m… respecting you,” he counters carefully. You can’t help the small snort of amusement that makes its way unbidden through your nose at that. This is definitely a night of firsts.

2. From an unnamed lengthy oneshot (starts a little angsty but builds to fluff and a helmet reveal):

“Din?” you try. His helmet jerks slightly at his name, but he doesn’t look. You deserve more, so you demand more. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He shifts uncomfortably and shakes his helmet a little. Was that a response? A refusal to talk? Try being more direct. “Hey. That’s not fair. You don’t get to touch me like that and then pull away without saying why.” “That’s the problem,” he responds, voice like steel. “I know it’s not fair. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.” There’s something bitter in his tone, and it poisons the air between you. But you still don’t understand, and the ache in your chest festers higher. “I wasn’t complaining,” you try. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to do that?” For some reason, your hesitancy about crossing this line with him has vanished. You think he erased it when he groped your ass just now. “Yes, I know,” he snaps loudly, suddenly sounding angrier than you’ve ever heard him. “Do you know why it can’t happen?” You shake your head, too surprised at his sudden fierceness to respond verbally. Actually, you have some idea (a lot of ideas), but you’d rather hear his explanation. But you don’t get an explanation. You get a dismissal. “Then you don’t know me very well at all.” And with those acidic, modulated words, he turns his back on you and marches into the canyon.

3. From Final Sanctuary (interestingly, this was the second-lowest rated in my last WIP poll, so I’m giving you a whole little smutty section to see if that’s still the case):

He takes several bites before he remembers she wants his opinion, and he swallows and resets the helmet, glancing up at her. She’s watching him, chewing slowly with what he can only describe as a smug smile on her lips. “Good, huh?” she prompts, punctuating her question with another bite. He’s about to respond when her bite causes a bit of the white dip to ooze out of the bread and smear across the corner of her mouth. Dank farrik, his brain instantly leaps into motion and flashes a full and detailed sexual fantasy before his eyes in a matter of milliseconds. …his hard cock between her warm lips, pressing deeper into her mouth as she moans and sucks his length… She clearly feels the rogue smear of dip, but with both hands clutching the bread, she utilises her tongue to recapture it, a wanton pink delight darting out of the corner of her mouth and Din swells in his pants. …she licks and flutters around his cockhead, massaging the sensitive spot underneath and undulating it along the bottom as she sinks lower again… But the viscous white liquid has dripped farther than her tongue can reach, leaving a smear a little way down from the corner of her mouth, and he intently focuses on it. …the perfect confluence of pressure and suction brings him right to the edge of ecstasy, and he orgasms hard, filling her mouth with so much cum that it leaks and spills down her chin… Before he’s even aware he’s doing it, Din is reaching for her. He sees his hand extend across the crate between them, but he can’t stop it. She’s hunched low to reach the food, and the crate is small, so he doesn’t have to learn far, and although her eyes widen in surprise, she doesn’t flinch or pull away. His thumb only hesitates for a second before wiping up the dip, but it hovers there for longer afterwards, coated in white and unsure how to proceed. …she swallows his cum, and he wipes up what spilled out, pressing his thumb into her mouth so she doesn’t miss a drop, and her tongue eagerly licks it up… Just as he makes the rational decision to withdraw his hand, she turns her head, aligning her lips with his thumb, and a rush shoots through him… but he’s already in motion, retreating back to his side of the crate. It’s too late. Would she have done it? Licked his thumb? Dank farrik, he’s so hard over the possibility. Thankfully, he’s pretty sure that between his loose pants and the cross-legged position he’s in, nothing’s on display, plus he’s sitting close to the crate anyhow. Neither of them has spoken yet, although he’s not sure if his voice works right now. Still, he has to answer her question about the meal, so he rasps out the only word that comes to mind. “Delicious.”

I have several others, but these are the fullest, although they’re incomplete and unedited.

Feel free to send me an ask or leave a comment if you want to discuss these any further!

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I'll just get comfy and wait for the poll results...

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Ghosts

Matt Donovan x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Day 28 Prompt: "I may not get another chance to say this."

Summary: The scene where Matt jumps into the pool for a near-death experience, but with his SO instead of Bonnie.

Word Count: 1,288

Category: Angst, Fluff at the end

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I was busy digging through a school supply closet in the middle of the night when my phone rang. I jumped at the noise, adrenaline pumping at having snuck into the high school in the dead of night with my friends. It was for senior prank night, so it's not like we would get in terrible trouble if we got caught, but still.

I ditched the rolls of toilet paper I'd been gathering to spread all over the school and grabbed my phone to see my boyfriend, Matt Donovan, staring back at me from the caller ID. I quickly answered.

"Matt, good news, I found the tp jackpot."

"Y/N... you remember the summer we met, working as life guards together at the town pool?"

I furrowed my brow, scooping a few rolls of toilet paper into my free hand as I responded.

"Yeah..."

"And you remember the hours we spent in classes getting CPR certified?"

"Unfortunately, yeah."

"Well... I'm gonna need you to put it to good use. I'm at the pool. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but... I think Vicki is trying to talk to me."

"What? Matt, what the hell are you talking about?"

I dropped the rolls of toilet paper and shut the closet door, then started heading for the pool.

"Jeremy told me he's been able to see ghosts since Bonnie brought him back from the dead," he said. I sped up, panic setting in a little at the tone in his voice.

"Matt, I'm not magic. And Bonnie barely managed to bring Jeremy back-"

"You don't need magic for CPR. I know you'll save me."

"Matthew Grant Donovan, don't you dare-"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I have to do this. If Vicki needs my help... I can't leave her. I trust you to save me."

"Matt, you're being insane!" I'd started running for the pool now, still not totally sure what Matt was thinking but definitely sure it wasn't good.

"I trust you to save me," he repeated. "But listen... just in case... I may not get another chance to say this, so... I love you. A lot. And after everybody I've lost, I can't tell you how happy I am to have you in my life."

"Whatever the hell you're thinking of doing, Donovan, don't-"

The call ended. I swore and shoved my phone into my pocket before doubling my pace. I slammed through the doors to the school's pool a few moments later and found Matt's shoes and keys at the pool's edge. I looked into the pool and found a shape floating near the bottom. Matt.

The kind of calm that only comes in a crisis washed over me, and I chucked off every layer of clothing I could easily lose before diving into the pool, using my momentum to reach Matt faster at the bottom. He'd strapped a weight around his stomach, the dumbass, and I quickly unfastened it before wrapping my arms around his waist and pushing upwards, shoving both feet off the bottom of the pool. Matt was heavy, but we rose quickly, and the urgency of the situation gave me the little extra strength I needed to heave him over the edge of the pool and onto dry land.

I took deep breaths as I leapt out of the pool, turning Matt over and checking for a pulse. I breathed a half sigh of relief when I found one, weak and thready though it was. I leaned over to check if he was breathing next, and found he wasn't. I didn't waste a second before calmly tipping Matt's head back, pinching his nose, and giving him two rescue breaths. I watched carefully to see his chest rise with my breath, then leaned back for a moment before doing another round.

I kept going, that emergency calm just starting to fray when Matt jerked awake, sitting up straight and looking at me wildly. He'd almost headbutted me right in the face he'd moved so fast and so suddenly, but thankfully I managed to rock back on my heels before he could make contact. We both sat still for a few moments, staring at each other with wide eyes while the adrenaline rushed through us, and then I punched Matt in the arm, hard.

"Ow! What the hell?" he cried, rubbing at his arm. He was dripping wet and still struggling to catch his breath a little, but the wave of calm had completely receded, and it had been replaced by pure anger.

"That's my line!" I screamed, smacking Matt a few more times, albeit with less force. "What the hell were you thinking? How could you do that to me? Do you know how horrifying it was to come in here and see you at the bottom of that pool? To think I might lose you? That I might fail, and you would die?"

"I'm sorry-"

"Not good enough! I get that Vicki is important to you, and you're still dealing with her death, but-"

"I saw her! I saw her, Y/N. She gave me a message for Bonnie."

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes, trying to get better control of my temper before I spoke again. After a second, I met Matt's wide blue eyes.

"Matt, you should've gone to Bonnie first. Or Jeremy. Or done literally any of about a thousand things before you tried to drown yourself, leaving me with a phone call and nightmares for the rest of my life about your dead body."

He looked down, guilty, shaking his head a little. I just sighed, sinking down onto the pool floor to sit next to him. We stayed like that for a few long moments, shoulder to shoulder and both of us processing. Finally, Matt looked at me again, distress written on every inch of his face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. And I know that's not nearly enough for what I did, but... I hope it's at least a start. Everything that happened with Vicki... I think about it every day. I think about her every day. And I got so wrapped up in the chance at seeing her again that I didn't even think about putting you in the same position. I know it's too late to take back what I did but... I swear, I'll never do anything like that to you again."

I sighed, flopping my head onto Matt's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me, and although we were both soaking wet and I'd started to get a little chilled, it didn't seem important right now.

"Never again, Matt? You swear?"

"I swear. On everything that's ever been important to me, I swear."

I nodded, still not picking my head up from his shoulder.

"Then okay. I can forgive you, and we can get through this. But seriously Matt, talk to me first next time. And then we'll talk to everyone else, and then we'll figure out a better plan than the one you just came up with."

"Deal."

"Good. Now let's get out of here and change into some dry clothes. Then we can find Bonnie and do whatever we can to help your sister."

Matt and I stood together, leaning on each other as we headed out of the room. No matter how many stupid plans he came up with, it didn't change the face that I loved him. We'd find a way to figure things out, no matter how weird Mystic Falls got.

Although, if I said I wasn't looking forward to leaving this town after graduating at the end of the year... I'd definitely be lying. Hopefully with a few more disasters like this, I'd be able to convince Matt it was worth it to leave too.

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[everythingpresley]

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 15

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

    ||     Word Count: 6,304

Author’s note: Get ready for some fluff!

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 15

I felt little kisses being placed all over my face. I smiled slightly, keeping my eyes shut knowing who it was. 

“Come on, wake up!” Elvis said whispering in my ear. He then reached down and tickled my waist when I didn't budge. I giggled, opening my eyes. Trying to get away from Elvis’ hands. 

Elvis wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his face into my neck “I love your little giggles.” He said against my neck.

He pulled away and smiled gently.

“Good morning.” I smiled.

“Good morning.” He replied, lying next to me. Both of us lying on our sides, facing one another “You didn’t run away this time.” 

“You woke up before me. Plus, you’re in my room where am I supposed to run off to.” I joked. He chuckled, running his hand down my waist. 

“Then I’ll always make my move in your room if that’s the case.” 

I grinned and reached down to tickle his waist. He shrieked and jerked back, almost falling off the bed. I laughed loudly and pulled on his arm so that he doesn't fall off. 

“What was that sound?!” I laughed.

“Shut up.” Elvis laughed “I have never made that sound before.” 

“It’s cute.” I couldn’t for the life of me wipe of the huge grin on my face. 

“Get over here.” He growled playfully, pulling me to him and kissing me passionately. I returned his kiss with just as much passion.

I pulled back and smiled at him, running my fingers through his hair.

“You’re not regretting this are you?” He whispered, looking at me with wide innocent eyes. 

I took a second to answer because I wanted to be clear. I didn’t want this to be a one time thing but I don’t want to scare him off or say the wrong thing. Our situation was complicated. If I were to say what was on my mind, there was no going back. I can’t stay working for him if he rejects me. 

While my mind was working on what to say I saw Elvis’ eyes widen slightly. 

“Jess.” He whispered, his mouth slightly open. He then let go of me and lied fully on his back, staring at the ceiling “Fuck.”

“Elvis.” I frowned.

“No.” He sat up “What the hell, Jess? I can’t go back to pretending like I don’t want to kiss you all the time.”

“Wow, wow, wow. Elvis.” I sat up, pulling the sheets up to my bare chest “I don’t regret this. I don’t. I promise.” I moved closer to him and cupped his face with both hands, letting go of the sheets “I loved last night. I can’t imagine pretending like it didn't happen. I hated when I decided we should forget all about last time. I was miserable, I want to be near you.” I whispered the last part, leaning my forehead against his. 

He sighed and closed his eyes “Stop raising my blood pressure.” 

“I’m sorry.” I pouted and pecked his lips. He chuckled and opened his eyes. He pecked my nose, my cheeks then my lips. 

“You know, since we’re already naked-“ Elvis started, smirking. 

“You thought I was gonna let you leave my bed without fucking me again?” I raised my eyebrow. 

His smirk transformed to a full grin “I fucking love this.” He said and smashed his lips on mine. 

He laid me back onto the pillows, his lips still attached to mine. Elvis moaned against my lips “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing you.” He whispered, pulling back slightly. 

I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back down to my lips while playing with the end of his hair. His hands trailed down my stomach to my pelvis, I shivered biting down on his lower lip when he ran his fingers through my wet folds.

He grinned when his fingers met my wetness “Always so wet for me.” 

“Cat’s got your tongue baby?” Elvis pulled away from me, his fingers rubbing me back and forth “Where’s my smart mouth?”

“I can’t think right now with your hands in me Elvis.” I replied, biting down on my lips to not moan when he shoved two fingers in me. Elvis grinned, shaking his head. 

“Don’t deprive me from that moan. That’s mine.” He growled, bending his head down to my neck and bit down on my neck. I groaned, the feeling painful but pleasurable.  

“Don’t leave a mark.” I squirmed, when he kept biting and pulling on the same spot on my neck “Elvis.” I warned when he didn't stop. I then reached for his nipples and twisted one of them. 

He shouted, pulling away from me “Ouch! Why did you do that!” He frowned.

“I don’t want a hickey.” I replied, a grin playing on my face when he rubbed his nipple in pain. 

He pouted, looking at me. I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face, I reached for his hand and pushed it off his nipple then stretched my neck and kissed his nipple. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” He grinned “I’m gonna give you a hickey, one day. You won’t notice and I’ll do it.”

“I’ll kill you.” I replied “Are you gonna fuck me or no?”

“There she is!” He laughed “My smart mouth.”

“Yeah because you’re fingers are no longer in me.” I frowned. 

“Okay, okay. Stop pouting, it’s breaking my heart.” He teased, then lined himself at my entrance, slowly pumping himself in. We both moaned simultaneously. 

“I need to shower.” I said once we were done and cuddling.

“Me too.” He whispered, playing with my hair as I laid down on his chest “I don’t wanna move though.” 

“Me too.” I replied. I was way too comfortable in his arms. 

“Can we just stay here?” He asked, twirling the ends of my hair with his fingers. 

“And have the entire mafia coming looking for you?” I chuckled. 

“Now I wish not a lot of people lived in this house.” He sighed. 

I gasped, my eyes widening. 

“What?” Elvis asked.

“Do you think Martha heard us last night?” I was horrified if Martha, the cook heard us. 

“Probably. You heard how loud I made you scream last night?” He chuckled.

I slapped his chest “It’s not funny!” 

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! She was with her family last night, it’s her day off.” 

“I have an idea! Let’s go to my room and take a bath together.” He grinned, I matched his grin. He had a huge bathtub in his room and it looked amazing. 

“Okay, but let me check if the coast is clear.” I said and got out of bed. 

Elvis groaned once I was out of the covers and walking towards the bathroom.

“What?” I asked him.

“You really are the most beautiful girl, it’s mind boggling how I found a model for an assistant.” He winked.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the smile on my face. I was blushing so hard “Shut up.” 

He threw his head back and laughed at my response, I don’t know how to take a compliment if that wasn’t obvious. 

I went into my bathroom, brushed my teeth and threw on last night’s pjs that were thrown on the floor while Elvis lounged on my bed with his hands behind his head enjoying the view.

“Enjoying the view handsome?” I asked, walking towards the door. 

“Loving the view.” He replied “Woah! You’re not going out there in those pjs.”

I frowned, turning to face him “Why not?”

“Those are the tiniest little shorts, what if someone is actually upstairs? Some of the guys already have a crush on you.” 

“Fine.” I sighed and quickly changed to a t-shirt and sweatpants. 

Running upstairs and checked the living room and the kitchen, it was dead quite plus it was still a bit early for the guys to get here. It was still 9 in the morning. I jogged down and went into my bedroom. Elvis was pulling on his shirt, his pajama pants on.

“No one’s here.” 

“Let’s go.” Elvis intertwined our hands and pulled me out of my room. We quickly ran up to his room. 

I plopped down at the edge of his bed, my feet swinging while he went into the bathroom to fill the tub. He rustled around the bathroom, I can hear him brushing his teeth and spitting out the excess tooth paste. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, I was just so happy and jittery to be with him right now. He came out and grinned at me.

“I thought for a second I would come out and not find you sitting here.”

“I traumatized you the last time?” I joked.

“Yeah.” He breathed and came over to tower over me as I continued sitting on the bed. He swept my hair back and cupped my face. I looked up at him with wide eyes. I couldn’t believe I was here right now, I’ve been thinking about this since the first time it happened. 

Please don’t break my heart, I wished. 

He smiled softly and dipped his head to capture my lips with his. 

“Let’s go.” He whispered against my lips “I think the tub is filled.” 

“Yeah.” I replied, kissing him one last time before getting up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bathroom. Letting go go my hand, he quickly stripped off his pajama bottoms and shirt. Following his lead I reached for my t-shirt. Elvis then came over and got on his knees. I looked at him with a confused look on my face. He gripped the elastic waistband of my sweatpants and slowly pulled them down revealing my bare vagina. He continued to pull my sweatpants, revealing my thighs. He reached forward and pressed open-mouthed kisses on my thighs. 

He groaned against my thighs “You always smell so good and now I know you taste amazing as well.” 

He stopped kissing my legs and helped me get out of the sweatpants. He then stared down at my feet then looked up at me with a grin.

“What?” I smiled, confused. 

“You have pretty sooties.” He replied. 

“Sooties?” I asked.

“Feet.” He explained. I looked down at my feet, they were pretty nice and my toes were freshly painted in a baby pink shade. 

“Fuck it’s so hot to have nice feet.” He continued, studying my feet.

“Really?” I asked, feet weren’t my thing but fingers and hands definitely were. Especially Elvis’ hands. I chuckled when he raised my left foot, making me stand on one foot then he placed a kiss on my foot “Come on, I want to get in.” 

He groaned, rolling his eyes “Fine. But I’m having my time with your feet later.” 

I laughed and shook my head. He placed my foot on the ground and walked over to the tub, testing the water temperature before getting in. He leaned against the tub making space for me to get in in front of him. He extended his hand out for me, I gripped his hand and slowly got into the tub. He wrapped his arms around my waist, my back to his chest. I softly moaned, the water was hot and relaxing. He planted little kisses on my shoulder before placing his chin on my shoulder.

“This feels weird.” I whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment. I placed my hands on top of his hands which were wrapped around my waist.

“What does?” He asked.

“Being here. In your bathtub, in your arms.” I replied.

“Good weird?”

I grinned “Definitely.” 

“Good.” He replied and kissed my cheek. I could tell he had the same smile that I had on my face. Excitement and contentment. 

I loved seeing this side of Elvis, the sweet, relaxed side. He was a complete 180 from when he was around the guys, usually trying to be the male alpha, leader of the mafia. With me right now he was just Elvis. This was making it harder not to fall head over heels for him. I’m trying to keep a wall up to not allow myself to fall in love with him but I couldn't help but let my guard down when he was being sweet.  

I left Elvis’ room and peaked from the banister to see if anyone was downstairs, I was in my sweatpants and shirt again. “Fuck.” I hissed and quickly went back into his room.

“What?” Elvis asked, now fully dressed in slacks and button down, long sleeve.

“Everyone is downstairs.” I replied. 

Elvis grinned “You can’t leave now.” He teased.

“It’s not funny! They won’t leave till midnight!” I frowned. 

“We could just spend the entire day up here.” He grinned. I slowly smiled just because I couldn’t help it whenever he gave me that crooked grin of his, it automatically made me smile.

“We can’t.” I replied “You have stuff to do.”

He shrugged “I’ll tell them not to bother me unless there was an emergency.”

“Elvis.” I hissed “Take them out to someplace or something.”

“Nope.” He replied and lied down on his bed, placing his hands behind his head “You’re stuck here with me. Might as well get naked.”

“Don’t make me pinch you again.” I playfully threatened.

He frowned and quickly placed his hands on top of his nipples that were already covered by his shirt. I laughed remembering when I twisted his nipples in the morning for trying to give me a hickey. I walked over to the side of the bed where he was laying and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him off of the bed.

“Come on.” I groaned. 

He gripped my arm and pulled me down on top of him “Kiss me.” He said. I shook my head and moved my face when he tried to kiss me.

“Get them out, then I’ll kiss you.” I replied, lying on top of him. 

“Liar. You’ll say someone will see us so you won’t kiss me.” Elvis replied and wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing me into him. I placed my chin on his chest and pouted. 

“Please.”

“I hate it when you pout like that.” He grumbled “Cutest fucking thing.” He said and pecked my pouted lips.

“Fine.” He said, rolling his eyes. I grinned and got off of him. He kissed me and left. I heard him calling them and telling them he wanted to go see new golf carts. I kept my ear on the door, hearing them all shuffle out. I peeked and made sure no one was downstairs. Quickly I dashed through the living room, down to the basement and into my room. I changed into a little matching blue set of a pants and top.

“Jess!” I heard Elvis yelling loudly. It sounded far, I think he was by the front door. I was confused, he was yelling my name in urgency. I rushed out of my room and ran up the stairs. 

“Jessica!!!” He yelled.

I looked at him with wide eyes once I reached the top floor and saw him standing by the front door.

“What, what? What’s wrong?” I frowned.

“Get over here! Quickly!” He gestured with his hand that I come to him.

“What happened?” I rushed towards him.

“Quick, give me a kiss before I go.” He said. 

“Elvis!” I hissed “You scared me!” 

He chuckled and quickly pulled me by the waist to him, giving me a passionate kiss. I smiled against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“Do I have to go?” He groaned against me lips.

“Go, I’ll see you later.” I replied, pulling back “Be careful.” I only said that because I know Elvis with his golf carts, he loves to see how fast he can get them to go. 

He nodded and pecked my lips one last time before leaving. 

So this is the new normal? Us kissing like a couple before he goes out? My heart swelled at the thought. I loved feeling his lips on mine. It was intoxicating. How the hell are we supposed to keep this a secret? 

Later on I was in the kitchen, still in my outfit when I heard the front door open and shut, it was quiet so I don’t think the Mafia are back yet. I continued looking for snacks in the fridge when I felt someone come up behind me and quickly wrap their arms around me.

I smiled, realizing it was Elvis.

He kissed my neck. I could feel his smile against my neck.

“What are you doing back so early?” I asked, leaning back against him.

“I missed you.” He replied. I chuckled and rolled my eyes. 

“Where are the rest of the Mafia?” 

“They’re coming, they’re just making sure the golf cart gets dropped off without any accidents.” He replied and continued kissing my neck. 

I turned around in his arms and kissed him. I made sure to keep my ear strained just to make sure no one comes into the kitchen. 

I then heard the door open and a bunch of loud male voices.

“They’re here.” I mumbled against his lips. He hummed but continued to kiss me “Elvis.” 

“Hmm, let them see me kissing you.” He replied. I pulled my head back and frowned at him. 

He groaned and rolled his eyes “I’m in so much trouble.” He said.

“Why?” I frowned, his arms were still around me as I heard their footsteps come closer. 

“How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off of you?” He growled in frustration and quickly moved away from me as they entered the kitchen. 

“Lunch please!” Joe groaned. 

“I’ll tell Martha to get started on lunch.” I replied as they all started raiding the kitchen for snacks. 

The following week was the exact same. We would pretend like nothing was going on but at night I was in his room, every night without fail. It was me and him and it was my favorite time. Not just the sex but also our late night talks that we had. Like right now, we were cuddling and he was talking about his mom. I could tell from the faraway look in his eyes that he was picturing her in his mind. I couldn’t begin to understand the pain he felt from such a loss given that I had, thankfully both my parents alive and well. The only thing I could do was listening and embrace him tightly, letting him know that I was listening and present. 

“She would’ve like you.” He smiled down at me.

I smiled and looked up at him “Really?” 

“Yeah.” He sighed “She would say you’re a sweet, kind girl. Plus, Dodger really loves you.” I smiled and cuddled closer to him. I loved Dodger and was sad that I didn’t get the chance to meet Gladys. 

“My parents are crazy about you.” I chuckled, running my hand through his chest hair “Especially my mom.”

“Oh I know.” He chuckled.

“My sister said if I didn’t take advantage of you, she would.” 

He laughed loudly.

“Couldn’t let that happen.” I continued. 

“Oh so I should thank Ella for threatening you to go for me.” He grinned. 

“Write her a card that says Thanks for threatening your sister to get her to sleep with me.” 

“I will!” 

He kept playing with my hair as we watched TV, it was almost 3AM both of us way too energetic to sleep. I noticed Elvis not taking his sleeping pills and I honestly was enjoying his company, I didn’t want to sleep. It reminded me of being a kid when I never wanted to go to bed. 

Elvis started humming his song “Love me.” then started singing softly.

“Wring my faithful heart. Tear it all a part but Love me.”

I smiled, nuzzling my head to his chest.

“Well, if you ever go. Darling I’ll be oh so horny.” I chuckled at the lyric change “I’ll be sad and blue, jerking off to youuuu.” He sang.

“Jesus Christ, Elvis!” I laughed and pushed off of his chest. He laughed and pulled me back to him. 

The winter weather settled in Memphis and Christmas day was getting close. I was excited for Christmas especially with all the decorations and lights that lit up Graceland, I loved it. It was my favorite time of the year and it wasn’t about the gifts. It was the lights, deportations, Christmas music and just everyone was in a better and happier mood. Especially Elvis, he loved Christmas and his excitement rubbed off on the entire group. I always made sure to donate to different charities and volunteer at soup kitchens. 

“Hey.” I popped my head into Elvis’ office after knocking. He looked up from the piece of paper he was going over and smiled.

“Come on in baby.”

I smiled and walked in, closing the door behind me. He pushed back from the desk but kept sitting and patted his thigh, indicating that he wants me to sit on his lap. 

Sitting on his lap, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

“I haven't see you all day.” I mumbled against his lips.

He sighed and pulled back “I know. I had multiple meetings with the Colonel and RCA.”

“All good I hope?” 

“Eh. But I don’t wanna talk about it.” He replied. 

“I need to talk to you about my leave.” I said, I needed to let him know that I was taking my leave during Christmas, which I always took at the same time every year which was the week of Christmas. I had never spent the actual day here. 

“Yeah whenever you want.” He said and kissed my lips “Except Christmas.” He mumbled against my lips.

“Huh?” I asked, pulling back “Why? Do you need me on Christmas day?”

“Uh. Yeah. I want to spend Christmas with you.” He frowned. 

I ran my hand through his soft dark hair “Honey, I have to spend Christmas with my family.”

“But what about me?” 

My heart broke slightly at the look on his face, he seemed hurt and disappointed. 

“I’ll see you after Christmas.” I mumbled, playing with the collar of his shirt and avoiding his eyes. 

“It’s not the same.” He clenched his jaw.

“Elvis, I barely see my family as is.” 

“You literally just saw them.” He frowned, tightening his arms around my waist.

“That was different. They were here because I was hurt, it wasn’t on a happy occasion.” I replied. I get that he wanted to spend Christmas with me, I wanted to as well but I needed to make time for my family.

He bit his lip and looked off to the side. I sighed and slid off of his lap. He didn't want to talk, it was either his way or no way. 

“I’ll see you later okay?” I asked and kissed his cheek.

He didn’t reply, instead he picked up the piece of paper he was previously reading and continued reading. 

I didn't bother letting him know that I was heading for the soup kitchen that I always volunteered at every year during Christmas. If he didn't want to talk then we weren’t going to talk, I’ll let him calm down and then let him come talk to me. Heading towards my room, I changed into some jeans, a turtle neck and a jacket to keep my warm along with some boots. 

We had been working for hours in the kitchen and serving the homeless people, I saw the regular people who I’ve grown to love. I felt happy that I got to see them, knowing they’re still here and for the ones I didn’t see I just hoped they’re in a better place and no longer homeless. Also, the kitchen just had nice atmosphere. We had the same volunteers, music was playing. It was just nice to know you’re doing something for someone. 

“Hi Mr. Carrolli.” I grinned when I saw the old Italian man who owned this Italian restaurant, every year without fail he would shut down his restaurant just to do this and give back.

“Hi Miss Anderson.” He smiled back politely “Nice seeing you back.”

“Great to be back.” I smiled as I scooped up some soup using the ladle and poured it into the girl’s bowl. 

I continued making small talk with people as I poured them soup when all of a sudden someone stood next to me and kissed my cheek. I jerked back looking at the guy who’s face was covered by his baseball hat, sitting low on his head with wide eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” He said and raised his head so that I could see his face. Elvis.

“Oh my god. You scared the crap outta me.” I frowned then turned back towards the guy who I was currently serving and smiled apologetically. 

“Can I take over?” Elvis asked the guy who was standing next to me, who was in charge of handing out pieces of bread. 

“Sure, man. Thanks, could use the break.” The guy replied and left. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked. Elvis kept his hat low to avoid getting recognized, he kind of looked suspicious but people weren’t really paying attention. Their eyes were on the food that was being served. 

“I wanted to apologize for getting mad but I looked everywhere at home for you and I couldn't find you. Then I remembered that every year on this day you would go volunteer so I came.” He replied, smiling slightly at the person and handing them a piece of bread. 

I grinned looking at him. I loved having him here during mundane things with me.

He turned and looked at me “What?” He chuckled.

I shook my head and turned back towards the people in the line “Nothing. It’s just really cute seeing you here with me.”

I also loved seeing him dressed in a simple shirt, jacket and jeans. 

He smiled and continued serving. I quickly got on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek. 

“You walked here?” I asked, pulling my hair out of my ponytail as we walked out of the restaurant.

“I let the guys drop me off down the street because the car would’ve attracted attention.” Elvis replied.

“And Red let you!” I looked at him with wide eyes. Elvis never goes out without security.

“I’m his boss, baby.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes, he probably threatened to fire him if he disobeyed him. 

“Let’s walk home then.” I said and took his hand into mine.

“Sure.” He smiled, intertwining our fingers together before raising it up to his lips, planting a small kiss on my hand.

It felt like we were a regular couple walking home at night, holding hands. 

“We should do this every year.” Elvis said.

“Really?” I grinned up at him. 

“Yeah, why not. You love doing it and I could see why.” He grinned down at me. Then he removed his baseball cap and placed it on my head, backwards “I hate wearing baseball hats.”

I cuddled into his arm. He let go of my hand and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his side. 

“You understand why I want to be with my family, right?” I asked him after a while of walking in silence. 

“Yeah, I guess.” He sighed “I had plans for Christmas though.” He pouted,

“What?” 

“I planned to fuck you all through Christmas Eve into Christmas day. Then I can wish you a Merry Christmas while I'm inside you.” He grinned.

I laughed and shook my head “Of course!”  

“I’m gonna miss out then.” I chuckled. He shrugged and kissed my temple. He made a joke but I could still tell that it was bothering him. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to spend Christmas with him but I feel like I’ve been neglecting my family since I started working so far away from them. I would feel so guilty if I didn’t spend Christmas with them.

Elvis had to make a call using the phone booth to let someone come and pick us up once we were close to the house because we wouldn’t be able to get into Graceland without the fans noticing.  

I was now at my parents place after Elvis almost making me late for my flight by keeping me trapped in his bed. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around him, making out with me before I left. Eventually he let me go with a lot of sulking and pouting, I was able to make my flight on time. 

I spent the entire week leading up to Christmas with my parents and siblings. We had the best time, going to our favorite places and restaurants but still my mind kept drifting back to Elvis. I always called him at night before going to bed and he would get mad if I called a minute later. This oddly felt like a relationship but I couldn't help but think if there was another girl right now with him. I sighed and shook the thoughts out of my head. 

I wanted to spend Christmas with him at Graceland. I worked for him for two years yet I never got to actually experience Christmas day at Graceland. 

I managed to convince my parents that I was needed in Graceland on Christmas so we ended up opening my gifts and the gifts I got them on Christmas Eve before my flight. It still felt like Christmas since we got up super early in our pajamas and opened some of the gifts. I was so excited to surprise Elvis for Christmas. My flight got in at 11PM on Christmas Eve then I was on my way to Graceland. The house was quite on Christmas Eve everyone was spending time with their wives and kids so it was perfect timing. It was nearing 12AM when I dropped my bags by the door and tiptoed up the stairs to Elvis’ bedroom. I stood by his door waiting for the clock to strike 12. I knocked on his door and waited patiently.

“Yes?” Elvis called. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, I was so excited to see him. I was shaking in nerves and excitement.

“Yeah?” Elvis called again when I didn't say anything “God damn it.” He groaned and I heard the sheets rustle, his steps pounding closer to the door.

“Yes?” He said and swung the door open.

I grinned “Merry Christmas Handsome.”

His jaw dropped, his eyes widening as his eyes roamed over my body “Jess?”

I bit my lower lip, practically jumping on my toes.

“Oh my god!” He grinned after a second and quickly picked my up in his arms, twirling me around as he embraced me tightly. I laughed, wrapping my arms around him.

“You’re here.” He smiled softly, his eyes shinning with happiness. He pulled back and kissed me.

“I am!”

“Merry Christmas baby.” He grinned “I can’t believe you’re here.” 

I couldn’t wipe the grin off of my face. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. He moaned against my lips and lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He walked us in, closing the door behind him before placing me gently on the bed. 

“Sorry I couldn’t make it earlier. I decided last minute that I would rather be here, with you.” 

He smiled and shook his head “I’m glad, I really am. As long as you’re here, it doesn't matter.”

I grinned and pulled him down to kiss me “This is your Christmas gift by the way.” I joked.

“Then it’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He grinned against my lips. 

He pulled my shirt over my head and groaned when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra “I haven't been inside of you for a whole week.”

“Way to long.” I smirked. He kissed my neck, pushing me down on the pillows. He kissed his way down my neck and captured one of my nipples in his mouth. I moaned and arched my back, giving him better access. I pulled him back up to kiss him then hooked my legs around his waist and flipped us over so that I was on top. 

“You really love being on top don’t you?” Elvis grinned.

“Only with you.” I smirked, I was always too shy to explore with previous boyfriends, it was very mundane sex. I had to fake it sometimes but I didn’t want to boost Elvis’ already big ego.

“I feel special.” 

“You should.” I replied and pulled his shirt over his head. Kissing down his chest and bit down on his nipple. He groaned and gripped my hair. I kissed down his stomach making my way down the trail of hair that led to his hard on. I pulled his boxers down his legs, throwing them to the side. 

“Move down.” I said getting off him to get on my knees by his bed as he sat up and move to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the ground.

I kissed up his thigh then planted a soft kiss on the tip of his cock making his groan and jerk forward. 

I licked up the length of his cock then took him in my mouth. He moaned as I started to suck on his cock. 

He gripped my head and pounded into my mouth, moaning loudly. Tears were streaming down my face as I gagged slightly from having his large cock shoved to the back on my throat.

“I’m gonna come down your throat.” He hissed. 

I patted his thigh, letting him know that I was okay with that. 

After that we decided to exchange gifts and he was so excited to show me what he got for me. He wore his robe and gave me one of his to wear both of us sneaking downstairs to exchange gifts by the Christmas tree. 

Elvis pulled my carry-on and sat down by the tree.

“Okay.” He grinned and pulled a very large box it was a huge trunk. I frowned looking at the unusually large trunk, what the hell could it be? “Open it.”

“What the hell is that Elvis?” 

“Just open it.” He chuckled.

I got on my knees and opened the trunk. I looked inside to see 5 different colored Cowboy hats, navy, black, brown, pink and red cowboy hats with matching cowboy boots. I gasped and grinned.

“You got me cowboy hats and boots?! Oh my god, Elvis!” I was so excited I got rid of my cowboy hat a while back so I missed wearing it. 

He laughed when I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck “Thank you.” I pulled back and smiled at him.

“You’re welcome, sweet girl.” He said smiling softly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I kissed him then quickly got off his lap to pull open my carry-on. I took out the small wrapped gifts that I got for Elvis. 

“Here.” I placed the first gift in Elvis’ waiting hands. 

He grinned and tore into the gift wrap then opened the small jewelry box.

“I saw it in a vintage shop and it reminded me of you.” I told him. He smiled and pulled the necklace out, it was a gold cross necklace, it had little diamonds on the cross.

“Jess, you shouldn’t have. This looks really expensive.” He frowned. It was kind of because it was real gold with real diamonds but I knew he would love it.

“Shh.” I shook my head.

“Jess. It’s very pretty. Thank you honey.” He grinned then reached forward and pecked my lips. Since the chain was long he was able to get it through his head without having to unclasp it “I love it.”

“I also got you this.” I handed him the next present. He tore off the gift wrap it was a book called The Prophet.

“Honey, I have this already.” He smiled with a slight frown and confusion expressed on his face “I’ve read you some passages a few times.”

I chuckled and shook my head, I know he has this book. It’s his favorite book “I know but I read it and annotated it. So, you can read my thoughts when you decide to read it again.”

“You read The Prophet?!” His jaw dropped “I didn’t think you were interested in it.”

“It’s something you love so I thought I’d read it since its your favorite book.” I shrugged, doubting my gift now.

He kept on staring at me with the book in his hands.

“I-I’m sorry if you don’t like it-“ I started but he shook his head.

“No, no. Honey.” He breathed and placed the book on the floor next to his knee. He then pulled me into his lap “Baby. I-I don’t know what to say. This is the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received. I-I don’t know what to say, really-” He smiled softly but I could see unshed tears in his eyes before he quickly blinked them away “Thank you. I love it and I love- the cross.” 

I smiled and kissed him. 

“I can’t wait to read it again and see your thoughts.” He grinned.

I took a long look at him and just knew that I was falling for this beautiful blue eyed man. I still don't know what this is because we acted as a couple but we weren’t actually. I didn't even want to ask in case it scares him off. 

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—THE STORY OF US —

*Ellie Williams x reader*

cw: explicit language kind of??

That is how it all started, the moment she introduced herself to me and my brother, I knew something changed, the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I would want to look at her for the rest of my life.

I arrived in Jackson when I was 16, I was with my brother looking for supplies when Maria found us, I’d like to think she was impressed by the two small children fighting infected and scavenging by themselves, thinking they would be a useful acquisition to the community…the truth is, she was probably being merciful, we were found in extremely poor conditions, we hadn’t eaten in days, and of course…we had just lost our dad, we didn’t know what to do, so Maria was an angel sent from heaven for us. She decided to take us back to a community she was a part of, as we arrived, they checked for bite marks and did a thorough medical check up…let’s just say we ate a lot the next few days, we spent weeks resting and trying to recover from the hell we had been through, Maria allowed us to stay with her and her husband, Tommy, while they looked for some place of our own for my brother and I. At first, i didn’t get out of the house at all, i couldn’t, i felt embarrassed about the conditions of our arrival, but also, i couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the thought of being in a good place without my father, i felt as if I was being selfish for feeling some kind of relief…one day, as I was talking to my brother, i realized i still had family left, him.

“ Y/N, are you here?” my brother, Aidan, asked as he entered the house

“Yeah, I’m in our bedroom”

“Great, can I talk to you?” he asked trying to sound casual, but I knew better

“Um, sure, what’s up?” I replied with a hint of irony, I knew what he wanted to talk about, it was all he talked to me about

“You need to get out of the house”

“God, will you shut up already? I told you, I won’t do it, besides, even if I go out , what will I even do? Walk around like an idiot?” I asked him raising my voice and rolling my eyes, he knew I was short tempered, he just didn’t care.

“I am worried about you, it will be good for you, I want you to be okay, please, I am begging you, please get out of the house”

I stopped reading for a minute and turned to look at him, I tried to keep my face unexpressive, i tried to be determined and stubborn, but when he looked back at me and I saw how tired he was, I knew I was making a mistake. He is my younger brother, I am the one who is supposed to be taking care of him, worrying about him, I am the one who is supposed to annoy the hell out of him trying to force communication, he was my family, he was my dad, he was my mom, he was all I had left, and I was all he had left.

“Shoot, I am sorry, Aidan, i owe you an apology, I have been a complete jerk lately, you didn’t deserve it, I realize that now…I am sorry, I mean it”

“Does that change anything?” he replied annoyed

“Yes, it does…alright, I’ll go out, it is the least I can do. But please, don’t be annoying, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, what’s the point? I’ll have to get out of the house sooner or later. And I figured it would be painfully embarrassing to do so a year from now” I said as I got up from my chair, closed the book in front of me and rubbed my hands against my legs, I was nervous. “Where are we going?”

“I want to show you around a little bit, Jackson is pretty cool, you know?”

“Oh, okay, yeah, are there a lot of people out there? You know, just in case” I asked him nervously, i am not good with people, or maybe i am, i have no idea, we never had the chance to interact with other people properly. All I know is, I am definitely an awkward person, so this small trip was making my hands sweat like crazy.

“Duh, it is the middle of the day, you would know if you opened the curtains” he chuckled sarcastically

“Well, I like the darkness, and I was just curious, no need to be a pain in the ass”

We got out of the house and my mouth widened a little bit as I watched the scenery in front of me, I hadn’t been out of the house since I arrived, so seeing the bright colors so vividly was impressive. I followed my brother to a more populated area, some people were shooting small but obvious glances at us, I tried to awkwardly smile, but I was so focused on myself and my movements I completely forgot to check if they smiled back…I truly hope they did.

“Y/N?? I am so glad you decided to get out of that house for a little while. I think it will be great for you” Maria said as she walked towards us, a warm smile on her face

“Yeah, well, it was actually Aidan who convinced me to do so, if it was for me, I would have stayed inside that house forever”

“Well, I am glad you’re here, let me know if you need anything.” She said as she patted me on the shoulder, after I thanked her, she turned to my brother “The guys are over there, by the stables, they are waiting for you—uh, well for you two”

The moment I heard those words come out of her mouth, I approached her before we parted ways, and tapped her on the shoulder “Um, sorry, Maria, I don’t want to bother you or be annoying, but what did you mean by “the guys”?

Her eyes widened and looked over my shoulder…she was looking at my brother, but she smoothly turned back to me and smiled “Oh, the guys, some people your brother has been hanging out with”

“He’s been hanging out with people?” I asked as I grew anxious every passing second “How did that happen in such a short period of time?”

“Well, he’s really outgoing” she said as she sweetly looked back at me “I am sure they will like you too” she replied before going her way.

I turned on my heels red as a tomato and glared at my brother, that little shit…he didn’t mention it on purpose, he wanted me to embarrass myself. As I was stomping my way back to where he was, clenched fists and heat all over my body, I abruptly stopped as some guy stepped in front of him and patted him on the back. I immediately felt tense and decided to go back home.

“Hey, Y/N! Come here!” I heard as I hurried my way back to Maria’s house “Y/N!” I ignored my brother’s screams until someone tugged my arm

“What?” I said as I turned around, my gaze stopped at my brother but immediately placed itself on the black haired boy beside him.

“Hello, I’m Jesse, your brother has told us everything about you” he said as he stretched his hand expecting me to shake it, which is the first thing I did put of panic.

“Oh, that is great, hello” nobody spoke, as if they were expecting something, and after taking a quick look at my brother, I realized I didn’t introduce myself “Shit, sorry, I’m Y/N, Aidan’s older sister, uh — but you already know that”

Jesse laughed and patted my shoulder, he turned around and led the way towards the stables, where 4 other people were already waiting, people around my age, or maybe older.

“Hey, guys, this is my sister, the one I was telling you about” my brother spoke charismatically as we reached the teenagers

“Holy shit, you’re her?” a girl with short hair asked in a cool tone “I’m Cat”

This other pretty girl approached me and smiled “ Dina, nice to meet you”

“Hello, nice to meet you too” i replied with a smile, and then looked over her shoulder “Cat, that is a pretty cool name”

I was still feeling anxious, but, that feeling decreased minute by minute, besides, I realized you can fake it till you make it, my awkward personality was painfully undeniable, but I think being overly nice makes up for it…I hope.

Then a brunette guy approached me, he looked a bit older than me “Hey, my name is Steve”, he reached out for my hand before I could even move

“Oh, uh, hello”

They started talking and asking questions about the last few weeks i had been locked up, they were pretty cool. Dina was the one I got along with the most, we had similar personalities, so I guessed that helped, Cat was cool but at times I got the impression she was annoyed by me, Steve was just charismatic and flirty, and Jesse was hilarious and kind…who knew talking to someone other than adults was this fun?

Cat then stopped and looked around for a bit before talking “Where the fuck is Ellie?”

“You know her, she’s always doing whatever dangerous and life threatening chore the adults are doing” Dina replied to her and everyone laughed

Ellie? Who is Ellie? I still have to make another decent first impression? I was lost in my train of thought, when as I turned around I felt my body collide with something

“Will you watch your step?” Someone grunted, I was trying to collect whatever it was that fell out of their hands, before getting back on my feet

“Sorry! I am so sorry, i do this all the time, it is annoying” I said as I raised my head while I grabbed the last few items on the grass

As my eyes laid on her eyes, I felt my stomach lurch. Watching me clumsily pick up her items from the ground was this girl, her eyes were green, her auburn hair was tied in a low ponytail, her right forearm was embellished with a tattoo, and she had a shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

I nervously looked back down and stood up, shoving the items back into her arms trying not to touch her skin “Once again, I apologize, I am really clumsy”

She looked at me and she didn’t reply, her intense gaze was making me self conscious so I just turned back to where Dina was standing.

She rapidly cleared her throat “Um, yeah, whatever, it’s okay” she said as she looked at her stuff and shoved it inside her backpack

“You’re finally here! I was literally dying without you” Cat said as she held her hand and intertwined their fingers “This is Y/N, Aidan’s sister” Cat said as she lazily looked at me

I awkwardly raised my right hand and waved it towards them, but as I realized what I was doing, I rapidly lowered it

“Hello” i said as I sincerely smiled at Cat as a way of thanking her for introducing me

“Hey, I’m Ellie” she said looking at me, I couldn’t meet her eyes, I felt as if I did, I would feel the heat travel across my face, people would notice, I didn’t want to have that right now.

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2 years later

It’s been two years since I arrived here, I could not be more grateful for the life I have here, it really is a privilege to have a roof above your head and food on your plate. We live with Tommy and Maria, after a while, we got so used to seeing each other all the time that they asked us to stay with them, my brother and I both created a strong connection with both of them, we found a family.

I tend to hang out with Dina, Jesse, Steve, and Ellie, we spend most of our free time together, they are my best friends. Dina is the one I talk to the most, I’ve tried to get closer to Ellie, but she has this weird habit of avoiding me when we are by ourselves, I have the impression she doesn’t like me that much, she seems uninterested when I try to approach her and have a real talk with her, patrols are the only exception, we make a really good team and we talk nonstop when we are beyond the gate, but the minute we get back, she gets real quiet and avoids being left alone in the same room with me.

Two years ago, when I first arrived here, she was dating this girl, Cat, shortly after, they broke up and Cat became distant towards the entire friend group, Dina told me it is because Ellie had been planning on breaking up with her for a while then and Cat believes everyone knew about it except for her, which now that I think about it, sounds awful, but the thing is, that was not the case. Cat and I have shared some issues in the past, she hates my guts…one year ago, we were on patrol and things got…messy, it was mostly my fault, so I understand why Cat went ahead and left me behind when everything happened, I was technically a newbie to the patrol thing, everything was under control at the end, the minute we got back, Dina and Ellie noticed how awful I looked and asked me what happened, I just told Dina the whole story, I figured it would be awkward saying something about the Cat situation in front of Ellie, which was useless as Ellie wondered why Cat looked perfectly fine, when I decided to go back home, I noticed Ellie decided to hang back with Cat, which is something that slightly bothered me, the next day, Cat was treating me like absolute shit, which is valid, the day prior was a nightmare, I apologized for the situation during our supply run and left her be.

Today I had to leave with Ellie, we were supposed to be meeting at the gate, I quickly tied my hair up grabbed my backpack and left the house, she was already waiting for me just a few steps outside the gates, I was staring at her from afar, her hair was tied up in a low bun, she was looking at the snow beneath her feet, tapping her foot rapidly, I came to a halt next to her , the moment I looked up, my heart skipped a beat, something it did every time I looked at her since the day we met

I kindly smiled and met her green eyes “Good morning, Ellie”

“Morning” she casted a glance at me and turned on her heels towards Shimmer

“Wait, where is Bella?” I asked her trying to catch a glimpse of my beloved horse around me

“Oh, yeah, about that…” she said as she raised a hand to her neck, which was a habit of hers I haven’t been able to read yet, it made me nervous

“Oh god, is she okay? Did anything happen? Something did happen, right?”

She looked at me and suppressed a smile, when I noticed I couldn’t help but blush at the sight

“Calm down, will you?” She suggested waving both of her hands in front of me “She’s fine, she was taken by Maria this morning, she needed an extra horse to carry supplies, so we will be taking a single horse for the two of us….”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Ellie, why didn’t you start by that?”

“I just told you, didn’t I?” her voice was steady but I could sense a hint of playfulness as she adjusted the saddle

“Well, you shouldn’t have said it like that! Don’t put this on me, Williams” i joked as i approached her when she suddenly stopped and froze

“What is that supposed to mean? Like what?” She turned to look at me with furrowed eyebrows

“You know what I mean” I replied jokingly while I looked at her green eyes

“Do I?” She said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest

“You got all nervous and stuff, you scared the shit out of me” i chuckled but suddenly stopped when i noticed she was glaring at me, she was not joking anymore

“Well, it’s not my fault you perceived it that way then” she said as she got on her horse and placed her eyes on the road ahead

“Oh, Ellie, I’m sorry, I do not understand, are you mad?” I asked while I made my way towards Shimmer “I apologize if I offended you by what I said, but I would really like to know if I did —um, you know, talk this out”

“Just shut up and get on the horse, we have a job to do” she said without even looking at me

“You’re right, I’m sorry”

Shimmer was considerably bigger than Bella, I was the shortest out of all of us, so they decided to give me a horse that would fit my measurements better, which was now a problem as I was struggling to reach the saddle, every time I tried to put my foot in the stirrup, I lightly tripped backwards

“Ellie, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a pain in the ass, but—“

“God, you’re so annoying” she said before jumping off Shimmer

She placed herself behind me, I had no idea what she was doing until after several seconds she drew a sharp breath and placed her hands on both sides of my waist

“Okay, then, jump when I say so” she commanded

“Okay”

“Now” she said as she boosted me up, my foot firmly steeping on the stirrup “Be careful”

“Thanks”

She didn’t reply, she got up and grabbed the reins leading the way, I tried to keep my distance, I tried not to touch her

“Jesus, grab onto my jacket at least, unless you want to fall off and break your neck” she said as she sent a quick glance over her shoulder in order to look at me

“Yeah, right” is said as I moved my body closer to her and wrapped a hand around her waist, I felt her body tense up a bit

It was a long and quiet ride, I didn’t want to disturb her or anything, which was surprising as she was the first one to break the silence, it usually was the other way around, so this caught me off guard

“You coming over for movie night today?” her voice was cool and indifferent “We’re watching a new movie Jesse found yesterday”

“Oh, um, yeah, I guess I will—if that’s okay with you”

“What do you mean?” She asked as she made a turn “I don’t care what you do”

Ouch, the minute she said that I instantly let go of her waist, I was so pathetic, thinking she would care, thinking she noticed me.

“You know who cares, though? Steve, he is head over heels for you” her voice had a mocking undertone “I can bet anything you guys will be together by the end of the year”

“I don’t think so, we are just friends”

“Oh, please, you guys obviously like each other”

“Well, you’re wrong , I don’t like him” i started feeling annoyed by Ellie’s accusations “ He is such a flirt with everyone”

“He is definitely in love with you” her voice sounded weird, almost hurt, but I knew I was just making it all up, I was the most delusional girl in the entire world “He has told us so, besides, did you forget about Jesse’s birthday party?”

“What about it?”

“You guys were incredibly close, everyone thought you had hooked up”

“Well, we didn’t” I snapped as I fiddled with my jacket “I haven’t hooked up with anyone in my entire life”

The moment those words came out of my mouth, I regretted them, Ellie interrupted Shimmer and turned around to look at me

“Bullshit” she said as she looked at me as if i was joking “There’s no way, you’re eighteen”

“I am, but i haven’t kissed anyone yet”

Ellie glanced at me one last time before getting back on track

“No need to lie to me”

“Sorry?” I asked confused

“You don’t have to lie to me, it is obvious you and Steve are made for each other”

“Why do you care, Ellie?” I asked before I could stop myself, feeling hot all of a sudden

“Believe me, I don’t” she quickly reassured me “I have my own love life to worry about”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, actually, Cat is coming over tonight, she will be joining us for movie night” she replied hesitantly

“Oh—you guys are back together?” I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at the back of her head hoping to read her body language

“Um, not exactly”

“Do you want to get back together with her?”

She tensed up as I asked her that question, she then coughed “Um, yeah, I mean, why not?”

“Great, I’m happy for you two” I said as I turned my head in order to hide the expression on my face, I was hurt, why Cat? Why anyone but me?

We arrived at the library and encountered a few infected before heading back to Jackson, the way back home was confusingly uncomfortable, we shared some looks and words, but most of it was silent.

That night, I wondered if I really should go over to Ellie’s for movie night, I didn’t know if I wanted to spend hours seeing Cat and Ellie flirt with each other, at the end, I decided I needed that, maybe the best way to get over Ellie was to actually try to get over her and come to terms with my unrequited feelings.

As i arrived at the front door, I stopped for a minute, trying to compose myself before knocking the door, before doing so I could hear some shuffle behind some bushes, I approached carefully when I instantly regretted it as I saw Cat wrapped around Ellie, they were making out, I instinctively looked away and tried to escape that imagery, unfortunately, Cat noticed me

“Y/N !!! We are so glad you’re here, we were waiting for you” she said as she threw her arms over my shoulders, embracing me

As I was hugging Cat, I was able to lock eyes with Ellie behind her, she quickly looked down at her feet

“You were? I appreciate that” I said kindly “I needed a distraction”

Cat looked at me and then looked at Ellie, she noticed the tension building up between us before either of us even could

“Well, Steve is looking for you, he is inside the house” she grinned and poked my stomach teasingly

I just chuckled and looked at Ellie “Yeah, thanks, have fun” her face stiffened

“We will” Cat replied going back to Ellie

I didn’t even look back, I couldn’t, I thought this would help, I thought I would get over her the minute I saw her with other girl…i didn’t, how could I ever get over Ellie?

AN: hi ! This is the first chapter of my fanfic, honestly, this is for myself mostly, so I doubt anyone will read this, if you do, I apologize for the awful writing

[batrogers]

I'm glad you picked up this game because oh gosh so many appealing choices! Can. Can I ask about two of them. XD Cuz LU Ravioli Interrupted definitely sounds fun but I'm also curious about some of your personal/general stuff. Like Rabbit Bio Piece?

Oooo two fun ones. Of course you can ask for two!

LU RavioLi Interrupted is one I need to restart, because it's barely a fragment but it absolutely is meant to be a Spicy making-out fic, and maybe PWP if it works out (although the "interrupted" obviously implied it wasn't going to actually get anywhere, bo both boys dismay.) Mostly, it was my intention to write really cute Ravio/Legend ship fic and it's definitely still on my roster, I just probably won't continue that one.

The Rabbit Bio Piece is a That Broken Promise fic. I have a few "Bio pieces" done, like Chief's Coming Home and Skyloft's Where Demons Have Gone Before. I actually have a set of them linked in the main series if you check on AO3, and (try to) link them all in their bios in my pinned post here, although I'm behind on keeping up with that. I do intend to have one for everyone and I actually am done all but Rabbits so far!

I've had some trouble with his. I know roughly what I want to write, but it's uh, extremely dark in directions I don't normally write. I'll include a snippet from the fic (It's technically complete) under a cut, but the gist is that Rabbit had an abusive marriage after LttP that ended with him suffering severe post-partum depression. The trip to Labrynna and the start of Oracle of Ages was part of him trying to move on and recover. So...

As much as I write dark fics, the really dark reality of how abusive long-term relationships go isn't one I explore often and I'm having some struggles making it work as a one-shot that feels satisfying!

Nevertheless, snippet under the cut. CW for abusive partner, and flashbacks/PTSD from combat.

They had a large courtyard; across it was his in-law's rooms, opposite their own. Link thought nothing of it. He exhaled slowly and passed his short sword between each hand, adjusting to the now unfamiliar weight on his arms. It had been too much to pick up a sword again for so long. Too close to the pain.

He waited, as if expecting the memories to sneak up on him, then brushed it off. This was a conversation he’d had with his uncle, while he tried to talk him out of the marriage: that the memories would fade, but still be unpredictable. That the pain was normal.

(Link hadn’t asked him if he remembered dying. He hadn’t asked him if he’d heard, or asked, or spoken to the other guards, in case any of them remembered it, either. He didn’t dare. He knew, and Zelda knew, and that was bad enough.)

The drills came back without much conscious thought. He’d done them since he was seven, and he could practically do them in his sleep. He was so focused, he didn’t notice anyone coming into the courtyard – didn’t think to stop, because he’d grown up a knight.

What idiot would step into his space?

His husband grabbed his wrist mid-swing and wrenched the sword from his hand.

“What are you thinking?” he snarled. “You said you were done with this!”

Link jerked back and punched him in the ribs, hard enough his husband let go, then spun and slapped him, open-handed across the face. Link staggered and saw his sword and only barely didn’t lunge for it. His heart was pounding in his chest and for a moment, all he could think of was the next sequence:

Seize the sword. Stay low, spin. Cut across the left side waist. Hemorrhage from the liver, or severe gut damage. He'd need a fairy or potion, or he’d be dead.

He swallowed, frozen, long enough the man grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face him again. “Talk to me. Tell me you won’t do that again. Look at you, you look ill!”

He felt ill. Link struggled to find his voice, and all he could manage was, “I’m sorry. You’re right. I wasn’t thinking. Please, don’t startle me like that. I could’ve hurt you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

He pulled Link into his arms, and Link melted there as he wished for the shakes to stop. He was right. If he hadn’t been playing with swords again, he never would’ve thought of killing him.