#again no pressure if this isn’t your thing

[sailorsoons]

Please | Teaser (c.sc)

PAIRING: Alpha!Seungcheol x Omega! f.reader 

SUMMARY: A heatwave in your city makes dealing with your hormones more difficult than usual. Getting locked in a lobby at work for an hour with an alpha makes it ten times worse. Thankfully, Seungcheol is there to help you - and maybe a little more. 

WC: TBD

AU: Omegaverse, Coworkers to Lovers

GENRE: Smut, A bit of Fluff, the barest hint of angst

RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

TEASER WARNINGS: Reader is suffering a medical event (going into heat while locked in at work) and is distressed, a little bit of internal shame at falling apart in front of Seungcheol, reader needs assistance to get to a car etc. a/b/o dynamics. 

A/N: I lost all sense and control of myself. I’ve wanted to write a/b/o for so long and I finally gave up and dove in head first with this one. It’s very light on the actual science/society/tropes but outside of a random fic I did a few years ago, this is my actual first attempt at the genre :)

A/N 2: This is your friendly neighborhood reminder that a/b/o should always be written with the backslashes included, as the acronym without them is a slur in some countries. Please be mindful :)

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COMING FRIDAY, MAY 23

“Hey,” Seungcheol says, causing you to look at him. His face is soft. Concerned. “You still with me?”

The way he says it, soft and gentle make things worse. Makes you want to whine and cross the lobby floor to him, to let him pull you in tight and tell you it’ll be okay. To comfort you. The desire is so bad that you realize you’re much farther into Stage 1 than you thought.

Panic starts to nip at your heels. You’re unsure what to do. There’s nothing on you besides your nasal spray and your patches to help you out, but those aren’t what you need. Your patches protect others from your scent and the nasal spray protects you from others - from Seungcheol. 

You try to answer, but your voice catches in your throat, coming out thin and shaky. “I’m okay.”

“Are you in prodrome?” he asks quietly, voice pitched low and careful.

You flinch when he finally says it out loud, letting the acknowledgement ring in the lobby. You close your eyes for a moment, your silence an answer in itself. 

Seungcheol sighs and pulls his phone back out of his pocket, dialing as he lifts it to his ear. “Yeah, I know. Look, you need to expedite. My colleague needs medical assistance and we’re still locked in the lobby. No… no.” Seungcheol glances at you. “She’s experiencing prodrome. Can you please expedite? Yes. Thank you.” 

He hangs up and turns back to you, stepping slowly so he doesn’t overwhelm, arms loose at his sides in a show of calm. “They’re sending someone now. Shouldn’t be long.”

You nod, but your breathing is uneven, shallow now. You can feel the sweat dripping down your spine, the pressure behind your eyes. Everything smells too sharp, too thick. Especially him. Spice and warmth and safety. It’s awful. 

Seungcheol stays where he is, a careful distance between you, but his voice is steady when he says, “Tell me what you need. What I can do to help.”

“I’m fine.”

“I mean it. If you need space, I’ll back off. If you need something cold, we’ll figure it out. Just don’t… don’t try to pretend this isn’t happening. Let me help you.” 

The kindness in his voice cracks something in your chest. No judgment, no pressure, just him, steady and solid, offering help while your body betrays you one symptom at a time. 

You swallow hard. “I just need to get out. I just need to make it home before it gets worse.”

Seungcheol nods, no hesitation. “Then we’ll get you home. I promise.”

Time moves like molasses. The silence between you thickens. You give up on standing, sitting on the cool tile floor. It only offers momentary respite until you’re panting again, struggling to maintain your grip on yourself. 

It’s not working. Your entire body is pulsing, tingling, burning in waves that crest and fall without rhythm. Your skin itches with hypersensitivity, every shift of your clothes unbearable, your breath slow and ragged. It feels like you’re melting, burning up from the forge in your chest.

You can feel Seungcheol watching you from his assigned corner. He says nothing, keeping a respectful distance. You steal a glance at him through bleary eyes. He’s just leaning against the wall, hands clenched and jaw tight. He’s doing his best to appear calm, but you see signs of irritation. His throat works and your eyes linger on the way his Adam's apple bobs for too long. You think about sinking your teeth into his neck, tasting him-

His scent, normally warm and grounded, spikes. You sense the shift and it makes you squirm, pressing yourself further into the wall. You look away from him, hiding your face in your shoulder while you squeeze your eyes shut as another wave of cramping crashes into you. 

Seungcheol’s irritation is sharp. Shame floods you, thick and fast. Of course he’s annoyed. Today has gone from bad to worse. He’s now stuck in a lobby with an omega in prodrome, a liability that he now has to be responsible for, and you’re barely holding it together, shaking like a live wire. You’re stuck, and he’s stuck with you, and-

The lobby doors beep and hiss open. You don’t even lift your head. Don’t even hear the first few words from the guards. You only feel cool night air and the sudden shift in pressure, making you keen and melt into the tile. 

Seungcheol appears at your side, his scent fading from acrid to soothing. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, crouching down to your level. It’s the closest he’s been to you all day. You feel the heat of him, the nearness overwhelming. “They’re here. We can go.”

You don’t move. The thought of moving suddenly seems like an insurmountable task. Your world is tilting, your ears ringing. Your limbs feel detached from your brain and your body is locked, curled in on itself. Heat prickles across your skin like static.

Worst of all, you’re starting to panic. Fear sets in, stabbing deep. You don’t know how to get up and take the train home. Don’t know how to get yourself up the stairs and into your apartment. To the cabinet to take a suppressant. To the fridge for water. 

Seungcheol’s voice sharpens. “Hey. Look at me.”

It’s a command. You blink up at him, barely able to focus. Something flashes behind his eyes and he’s on the phone again. “Hi, I need emergency assistance for an omega. She’s in heat prodrome and she’s deteriorating fast. No, she’s conscious. She’s overheating, but having trouble standing and struggling to focus. I have no idea what to do.” 

You barely hear the voice on the other end of the line, but Seungcheol does. His expression shifts, each word they say tightening his jaw.

“She’s a coworker - we were locked in a lobby at work but I can take her to an omega hospital.” You whimper and shake your head vehemently, whining. He softens. “They said they can give you a heat inhibitor on-site” 

“No,” you pant. “Those hurt.”

He nods. “I can’t do that, she doesn’t want to go.” The operator says something else and he nods. His eyes tighten at the corners and he glances at you. “I can take you to a service clinic. They can assign you-”

“Home,” you plead. “I just need to get home. I can- I can deal with it.”

“I don’t know… do you have um. Do you have an alpha you usually…?”

“No.”

Tears well up fast and hot, blurring your vision, sliding down your cheeks in silent streaks. Your whole body feels wrong, like you’ve been unraveled from the inside, trembling and raw.

“I just want to go home,” you whisper, folding in on yourself. “I have my meds. I can manage if I can just get home. Please.”

He repeats what you say into the phone. They say something and he shakes his head and hangs up, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Okay. Alright. We’re going to get you home, okay?”

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unsaid (part 3)

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pairing: bsf!rafe x bsf!y/n

summary: rafe is noticing the distance and y/n can't explain herself

warnings: this is 18+. alcohol and drug use mentioned, anxiety attack.

Something was wrong. 

Usually, you’d jump at the opportunity to hang out with Rafe, but recently, it’s been different. He’s tried to shrug it off. However, it's been two days after the country club, and you’ve continued to decline every offer of his to hang out.

You’ve used the same lame excuse of being tired too many times to be a coincidence. You were so tired that you needed to go home and nap after the beach? After the country club? No, something was very wrong. 

Rafe knows why you’re being so distant. He’s a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Well, he actually might be, considering he was dumb enough to spill his guts out to you the night of Kelce’s party. He remembers it all crystal clear. Being by your side most of the night, playing pong, how that guy had tried to play a game with you and Rafe really didn’t want you to, so he wrapped his arm around your torso, thinking that maybe it would deter you from saying yes. You didn’t accept that guy’s offer, thank god, and stuck with Rafe instead. 

He remembers drinking too much, an attempt to escape the whirling thoughts in his brain every time he thought of you, or his family. He remembers losing you at some point, getting tangled up in a conversation with Topper about Sarah, and he remembers needing to leave, not wanting to hear about his sister anymore. He remembers walking out to the porch and sitting on the swing, looking out at the well-kept street and thinking of what his mind tended to default to when nothing distracted him. You. 

He just couldn’t stop thinking about you, and he hates it. He hates how you infiltrate every blank space in his head, taking over any rational thoughts he may have regarding your relationship as best friends and instead shifting them into a weird amalgamation of friendly appreciation and something else. 

Something he didn’t want to name, talk about, or acknowledge. 

But he did talk about it. And the part that makes him hate himself even more is that he talked about it to you. Told you some of the deepest feelings he’s held for you. Nothing too specific, but it was enough. Telling you that he needed you, that he could breathe when you were around—that was enough. Enough to send his mind spiraling into something he couldn’t control unless he completely avoided it, like most of his issues. 

So, he didn’t bring it up. What was he supposed to say? That he didn’t mean it? Because that wasn’t true. He did mean it. You were his saving grace, and you didn’t even know it until that night. He’s thankful he didn’t say anything else, because the way you reacted almost killed him. How you turned it into some sort of joke, then obviously felt bad and told him you needed him too. It was clear that you didn’t need him. If you did, you wouldn’t be avoiding him.

No one needs him. At best, he’s volatile, violent at times, and avoidant. At worst, he’s a fucking trainwreck. 

He’s honestly shocked he hasn’t pushed you away like everyone else until now. Sure, he has other friends, but he’s made it so no one could ever see him for what he truly is. A disaster waiting to happen. But you? You’ve stayed. 

Through his stubbornness, his breakdowns, his anxiety, you’ve stayed. He knew it was only a matter of time before he scared you away like he knew he would. You were just too good to be true. 

You pushed him without even using words to admit things he didn’t want to admit to himself, to open up about the pressures and borderline abuse from his father, or the fears he had about what his future may hold. 

Now, though, you were pulling away, and he didn’t know how to stop it. Kelce’s party was supposed to be a fun night where he forgot all of his problems and got to hold you a little too close through the guise of being drunk. Instead, he bared himself to you. 

I always need you. 

He almost threw up when he said that. And then he just kept going, deciding to tell you that you’re the only person he can breathe around. The way you smiled, like he hadn’t just laid himself out for you, just about killed him. The half-joke you made about never leaving, and when you held his hand to tell him you felt the same? He knew it was just an attempt to cushion the blow, to not hurt his feelings. 

He knew what this all meant. The thing he knew was true, no matter how much he tried to avoid it. He wasn’t someone that anyone needed. He wasn’t someone anyone could love. He was just some weird little pet project of yours to try and fix, and when you realized he had become dependent on you and that you couldn’t fix him, you were done. 

The thoughts he had spent so long trying to avoid, trying to push down, came surging towards him, and he couldn’t avoid them any longer. He loved you more than he should, and you would never feel the same way. 

———

Kelce’s throwing another party, and Rafe decided to go against his better judgment. Now, he’s stuck talking to Ruthie again about some stupid shit her parents did. 

“She almost took away my phone too!” Ruthie laughs, placing her arm on Rafe’s bicep.

He curls his lip and shrugs off her hand. “I gotta go…get another drink.” He grumbles, backing up. 

“Oh, I’ll come with you.” She offers, and he freezes. 

“No, it’s—I’ll catch you later.” 

Before she can say anything else or follow him, he’s walking away, his heart beating through his chest. He makes his way through the living room and through the front door, dropping his beer bottle on the grass as he hurries away from the house and onto the street. 

The world around him starts spinning, and he finds himself crouching behind a tree a few houses down, his hands running through his hair. 

He hates the way she touched him, like she wanted him. He felt sick. The only girl he wanted to touch him was you, and you weren’t there. He texted you about the party hours ago, and you didn’t answer. He knew you saw it, you never missed a text, but tonight you hadn’t responded. 

He takes a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heart and shaking hands. His chest is tight as he closes his eyes. He hadn’t even finished the one beer he grabbed at the party. He was too sober. He wishes he hadn’t left the bag of coke under his mattress at home, needing something to help the anxiety coursing through his veins. It wouldn’t calm him down, but it would distract him. 

But he didn’t have it. He braces himself as he sits on the grass and brings his knees to his chest. He didn’t even like Ruthie; he never did. She was annoying and an attention seeker, but she briefly took his mind off you. He could listen to her talk about whatever the fuck, and imagine how easy it would be if he liked anyone else but you. But when she touched him? Something snapped. 

It made him feel guilty, like he was doing something wrong, even if all she did was touch his arm for less than five seconds. He takes another shaky breath and places his hand on his chest.  He rubs his kuckles over his ribs like it woud help. It doesn’t. 

He hears your voice in the back of his head telling him to just breathe, name the things he could see, hear, touch, smell, taste, but it doesn’t help. He can’t breathe. 

———

A loud knock on your front door almost makes you jump out of bed. Your heart races as you look at the time. It’s nearly midnight. For the first time, you’re suddenly not thankful your parents are out of town. 

Whoever’s at your door knocks again, and it’s aggressive. You stand out of your bed with shaky legs and grab the closest thing you can find for protection, a water glass on your bedside table, and you clench it in your hand as you make your way down the stairs slowly. 

Your mind races through all the worst possibilities. Someone trying to rob you, kill you, it all whirls in your anxiety-ridden mind as you approach the front door.

They knock again, three times, and it shakes the door. You hold your breath as you look through the peephole, and all the terrifying possibilities your mind has run through are now something you would rather face instead of what’s on the other side of the door. 

You loosen your grip on the glass and set it by the entryway table, swallowing as you unlock the door and open it. 

You meet his red-rimmed eyes as Rafe stands before you, jaw clenching. 

“Rafe?” you mumble, eyes wide in confusion. He was supposed to be at Kelce’s party, but instead, he’s standing outside your door, and he looks like he’s been…crying. 

He just looks at you for a second. He can tell you don’t want to see him, and his chest clenches again, and the anxiety he had managed to calm down enough to walk over to your house was now rushing back. 

He tries to take a deep breath, but it catches halfway on the inhale. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. 

Your eyes dart over him, the clenched fists by his side in an attempt to disguise his shaking hands, the way his throat bobs as he closes his mouth again, how his chest can barely rise. 

You swallow and open the door wider, grabbing his forearm and pulling him inside. You drop his arm and shut and lock the door behind you two as you stand in the entryway and look up at him. 

He’s having an anxiety attack. You’ve seen it a few times, usually when he’s done too much coke, or had an argument with his dad, and you assume it’s the prior. 

“How much did you take?” You ask.

His brows furrow as you guide him to sit on the couch and turn on a lamp as you sit next to him. He tries to speak, to tell you that he’s sober, but he can’t. He just shakes his head and relaxes his hands, bringing them to his head. You watch them tremble as he grips his hair in an attempt to hold onto something, anything. 

You purse your lips, grab his hands, and place them on your sternum. His breath hitches as the feeling and his eyes flutter closed for a moment.

“You need to breathe. Follow me, okay? In,” You take a deep breath in, and he opens his eyes, his gaze locking you in place. You manage to get back on track despite him staring you down. “And out.” 

He wishes he was surprised by how easily you were able to calm him down, but he wasn’t. He knows it’s because his confession wasn’t a metaphor. He could literally breathe with you around. He pulls his sweaty hands out of your grasp and presses his palms to his face, sighing. 

You pull your hands into your lap, confusion, concern, and a weird ache flowing through you. 

“What happened?’ You ask softly, knowing that he would shut down if you were too pushy. 

He laughs humorlessly, and your confusion grows. He pulls his hands off his face and looks at you. "What happened?" He repeats, mocking. “Really?”

You open your mouth to instinctively retort, but you bite your tongue. “I—yeah.” 

How were you supposed to know why he had freaked out? You weren’t at the party, you had barely even spoken to him the past week, why—

“Oh.” You whisper.

As realization washes over you, he shakes his head, scoffing. “Why have you been avoiding me?” He asks, his question to seemingly deter from your own, but an answer in itself. 

You shake your head. “I haven’t been—”

He cuts you off. “Yes, you have, don’t play dumb.” His words are harsh, matching the anger you feel coursing off of him. 

“I’m not playing anything,” You frown. “I’ve been tired and busy, Rafe. I can’t drop everything to hang out with you.” 

Your voice is gentle, but it’s almost worse than if you had yelled at him. He brings his hand up to his chest for a moment. He wonders if that’s it. If you’re just done with him now. 

“Okay.” He hangs his head, and your face twists. He didn’t even try to argue back, which made you even more concerned. 

You go to speak, but he’s already walking towards the door. 

“What—” You scramble off the couch to follow him. You turn on the hall light as you walk towards him. “Hey, wait, you can’t just come here like that and not explain anything.” 

His hand on the door handle tightens for a moment, and when he turns around, you’re floored. He’s crying. It’s silent, but tears are streaming down his cheeks, and he’s opening the door before you can even process what you’ve just seen. 

“Hey, Rafe!” You gather yourself just enough to start moving again, calling after him. “Rafe!” 

He pauses on your porch, and you see his back straighten out. “It’s fine. I’ll—I'll see you later.” His voice is broken, and he doesn’t bother turning around again. He takes another step, but you’re faster. 

“No,” You frown, and grab his wrist. “Hey—look at me.” 

He sniffles and turns around, pulling his hand back. 

“What—what’s wrong?” You’re on the verge of tears now. You’ve never seen Rafe this sad before, and it’s freaking you out. “Talk to me.”

“You!” He says loudly, then steps back and lowers his voice. “You’re what’s wrong with me. You’ve been avoiding me for days, and you—you won’t even be honest and tell me why." He’s desperate for you to bring up that night at the party, to just tell him that there’s no fixing him. At least then he’d have a solid answer. 

You run a hand over your neck as you swallow. “What do you want me to say?” Your voice is weak. Now is the time. Now is the time to tell him how you’ve been feeling, to let it all out. But you can’t. 

He looks at you, then his gaze drops to the porch. He shakes his head. “Nevermind.” He mumbles. 

He turns away from you and hurries down your porch steps as you call after him. “Hey! Hey!” You yell, running down the stairs and onto your driveway. He’s already across the street and practically speedwalking away from you, ignoring your calls, his head down and hands in his pockets. 

You wrap your arms around yourself as you watch him disappear into the night.

What the hell just happened?

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[brinasheqrt]

reader being super stressed while studying for college exams, sabrina notices and calms her down, making her take a break from studying

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In Her Arms

pairings - sabrina carpenter x fem!reader

warnings - stress

wc - 1.5k

Your desk looked like a battlefield.

Crumpled flashcards, open textbooks with pages dog-eared at the corners, pens with caps long gone, a half-finished latte that had gone cold hours ago. Your laptop sat in the middle like a commander, its blue light casting shadows under your eyes. You blinked at the screen, your fingers hovering over the keyboard like they’d forgotten what they were supposed to do.

Your mind was loud—too loud. Equations, dates, facts, terms… they swirled and tangled, like smoke refusing to clear. You hadn’t moved in two hours, and your shoulders were stiff with tension, your jaw sore from being clenched without realizing. You were so deep into the spiral that you didn’t even hear her walk in.

It wasn’t until her voice, soft as windchimes, brushed past your ears that you flinched.

“Baby?”

You turned, and there she was. Sabrina. Wrapped in an oversized cardigan and one of your hoodies, barefoot, hair messy from the nap you’d encouraged her to take earlier. She looked at you like you were a puzzle she was desperate to solve. Her brows pinched together slightly, mouth tugging down into a worried pout.

“Are you okay?”

You tried to smile—tried to brush it off with a wave of your hand. “Yeah. Just… studying.”

She didn’t buy it for a second.

Without a word, she padded over to you and slid her hands onto your shoulders from behind, thumbs gently pressing into your knots. You exhaled—sharp and shaky—and leaned back into her touch like it was the only solid thing in your world.

“Your muscles are screaming at me right now,” she murmured, lips brushing your temple. “When’s the last time you moved?”

“I don’t know. Couple hours ago?” You glanced at the clock. It had been five. Your voice cracked when you added, “I just… I need to get through this material. There’s so much. My exam’s in two days and I’m still behind—”

“Hey,” she whispered, moving to crouch beside your chair so you were face to face. “Look at me.”

You did. Her eyes were soft with concern, but there was a steadiness there too—an anchor. You wanted to fall into them and not come out until finals season was over.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard again, aren’t you?” she asked. “When was the last time you ate something real? Or drank water?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it again.

Sabrina sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s what I thought.”

“I just don’t want to fail,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like everything I’m doing still isn’t enough. Like I’m… behind. Constantly.”

Her expression softened even more—if that was possible. “Sweetheart,” she murmured, standing up and pulling you into her arms, “you are doing so much. And your brain deserves a break.”

“But—”

“Nope,” she said gently, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “No ‘but’s. You can’t pour from an empty cup. Come on. Step away from the war zone.”

She tugged you up from the chair before you could protest, her fingers laced with yours, warm and grounding. You resisted slightly—out of guilt, more than anything—but she only pulled you closer, wrapping her arms around your waist once she had you standing.

“You’re gonna come lie down with me,” she said softly. “Just for a little. No studying. No pressure. Just me and you and some deep breaths. Okay?”

You wanted to protest again. But you didn’t.

Instead, you nodded, pressing your face into her neck and letting her guide you toward the couch. She dragged a cozy blanket from the edge, fluffed a pillow behind your back, and then climbed in next to you—pulling you on top of her like she was the softest mattress in the world.

You let yourself melt against her.

Her fingers threaded into your hair and scratched gently at your scalp. The rhythm of her touch made your chest unclench for the first time all day. Her other hand rubbed slow circles into your back, humming a tune you didn’t recognize but instantly fell in love with.

It was quiet.

Just her heartbeat under your ear. The smell of lavender in her cardigan. The warmth of her breath against your temple.

“You don’t have to carry it all alone,” she said softly, breaking the silence. “I know how heavy it gets in that head of yours. Let me hold some of it, okay?”

“I feel guilty,” you whispered. “Taking a break.”

She pulled back slightly just to look at you, fingers brushing your cheek. “You don’t have to earn rest, baby. You’re a human being. Not a machine.”

You blinked fast. The tears caught you off guard.

Sabrina noticed immediately, wiping them away with her thumbs like they were made of glass. “Oh, love…” she whispered, kissing the corners of your eyes. “You don’t have to be perfect for me. Or for anyone.”

You shook your head, voice thick. “I just want to make you proud.”

“You already do,” she said, like it was the most obvious truth in the universe. “I’m proud of you every time you get out of bed. Every time you try, even when it’s hard. You don’t need straight A’s to impress me. You impress me just by being you.”

You buried your face in her neck again, arms winding around her waist like she was your lifeline. Her fingers didn’t stop moving through your hair.

“You’re my safe place,” you whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She kissed the top of your head again. “Luckily for you, you’re stuck with me.”

A soft laugh puffed against her collarbone. “Forever?”

“Forever and then some.”

You stayed like that for a long time. At some point, she reached over to the side table and grabbed your water bottle, urging you to take slow sips between kisses to your forehead. Then she asked if you wanted food—real food—and when you mumbled a hesitant “maybe,” she smiled and said, “I’m making you toast and eggs. No debate.”

Eventually, you got up. But only because she made you pinky-promise to come back and cuddle the second you were fed.

When you returned, the war zone at your desk didn’t seem quite so menacing. Not when you had a warm plate in your lap, a glass of juice in your hand, and Sabrina curled up next to you, her head on your shoulder, humming softly to whatever lo-fi playlist she’d put on in the background.

“I love you,” you whispered.

She smiled against your skin. “I love you more.”

[xavistarlight]

My eternal spring

Synopsis - the story of how Daisy came too be and all the in between

Pairing : Xavier x fem!reader

Cw: mentions of pregnancy, tiny bit of smut in the beginning, mentions of hospitals , fluff, Xavier and mc are hopelessly devoted to each other.

You and Xavier lay in bed Cockwarming

This was a usual night routine for you. there something so intimate and relaxing about being inside your partner but not in a sexual manner in a

“ the closest I can be to you is inside you” type of way.

You two even slept like this Xavier’s length in your warm folds but little did you two know, your love shined through in moments like these as well

Creating something out of love in the midst of it.

“what should we get for dinner tonight” you sighed walking through the forest Xavier trailing not far behind you

Both clad in hunters gear

“ I heard there’s this new-“ Xavier smiled before being cut off by a wander taking out his blade quickly slashing it.

From the corner of your eye u slowly see more appear your watch beeping over and over again

“well it would’ve been nice if you let us know before we’re were surrounded” you sigh in annoyance

Xavier giggles “ maybe it figured you needed a challenge you’ve gotten a bit too good hm might not need my help anymore”

“ always need my Xavi” you smile glancing over quickly before pulling out your weapon.

But as you pull it out you stumble on your feet a little, thinking nothing of it you go to step closer to the wanderer, but your vision blurs almost greying out.. the sound of a sword slashing is the last clear thing you here before it all becomes muffled. As you collapse onto the grassy terrain.

“ all clear on that side?” Xavier turns but quickly realizes the sight in front of him your on the ground and wanders quicky surrounded you.

“ starlight!” He shouts lunging at the wanderers quickly before they can get to you, finishing them off in one clear blow.

“ baby, you have to wake up” he says softly but urgently picking you up syncing your evols to get you to the hospital.

“ please i need a doctor.” He walks in carrying you desperation in his blue eyes.

How could he let this happen, he can’t lose you Xavier had always taken in account losing you to outside forces but what hurt him even more than letting that happen was your own body taking you away from him, your body rejecting his love.

Your eyes flutter, slowly taking in the room around you.

Monitors, IV fluids , hospital bed.. and it all comes back to you, you had passed out during battle

You look next to you and there lies Xavier, cuddled up to your shoulder, hand resting on your belly.

sensing you waking up he lifts his head caressing your face.

“ Xavier, what’s going on?” You say still groggy from the events of earlier.

You can see the wheels turning in Xavier’s mind almost fighting an internal battle, but he catches himself quickly straightening his facial expression in hopes of not worrying you.

“ they said you’re dehydrated that’s why you have iv drip , your blood pressure dropped from it and you fainted- “ before letting him finish you jump in .

“ ahh, this has happened to me before! No biggie sometimes I forget to stay hydrated on mission” you giggle but you see Xavier still has something on the tip of his tounge.

Xavier shakes his head.

“the dehydration was a complication from the pregnancy…”

“ you’re pregnant” he looks you in the eyes now holding your hand.

“P-p-pregnant ..” your face drops just seconds ago giggling over how you’d forgotten to drink enough water before your mission now your eyes were welling up.

Swiftly wrapping your arms around Xavier you start sobbing.

“ I don’t understand, how couldn’t I tell” you say in between sobs

“ they said it could be a cryptic pregnancy, they’ll have to run some more tests to make sure but.. just know this isn’t your fault my star and whatever you choose to do I’m behind you 100 and ten percent”

You lift your head up from his shoulder looking him in the eye and give him a small lingered kiss on his lips, slowly rubbing noses with him in the process.

A knock on the door comes, Xavier is now in the chair next to your bed

Your hands intertwined as well as your hearts so bonded together neither can be severed.

The ultrasound tech enters the room politely, as she applies the ultrasound gel, the room is quiet so quiet you could hear a pin drop you and Xavier looking nervously at the screen.

“ as of now based off all the test we ran and the ultra sound it looks like you have a healthy baby girl on your hands” you and Xavier sigh in relief

As you quickly look over at the each other you both realize, you wanted the baby to be healthy..

It may have been a surprise a crazy one at that but she was already so wanted.

Xavier squeezes your hand and nods

“and by chance do you know how far along I am?” You say nervously.

The ultrasound tech senses you worries a soft smile landing on her face.

“ you’re 20 weeks so about 5 months pregnant”

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books stacked up on the coffee table in front of you while Xavier’s head rests on your lap.

“ ask me another one” Xavier smiles

Xavier the book loving nerd of yours had purchased every baby book there was he’s been reading them in place of whatever novel he was keeping up with recently.

“ when should soft foods be introduced?” You read of a page of the book.

“ six months!” Xavier says excitedly noticing his tone had changed he blushes a little slightly shy over the fact that this was fun for him.

You look at the notebook Xavier had been writing notes in about the information he had found in the books

“ what is it? Did i interpret some info wrong?”

You turn the notebook to face him the question you had just asked him written on the paper with the answer underneath but circled off to the side read

“no answer for when baby can start eating hotpot” even including a little wonky sad face Xavier had drawn.

His puppy dog like blue eyes come out.

“while I was reading it had me thinking about how much the little princess will miss us on our weekly hot pot dates. I already know she’ll love it as much as me”

You giggled to yourself a bit knowing you couldn’t out loud because he was seriously saddened by the fact she wouldn’t get to try hotpot for a long time.

“ she can always sit in a high chair when she’s a little older” you say happily smiling at him

He gets happy for a moment but the sad look returns to his face

“ Isn’t that basically taunting her”

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Where as most couples had the beginning of there pregnancy to start planning and shopping you had found out you were expecting at 20 weeks already half way through your pregnancy. You were now 30 weeks already purchasing all of the essentials you decided to go baby clothes shopping.

You and Xavier walk in hand and hand, you notice Xavier’s foot steps get a little speedier and look over as you see a glint in his eyes like he’s locked onto a target you quickly look at what he had his eye on.

A tiny white hoodie with a bunny embroidered in the center , hanging on a tiny matching hanger

Xavier silently takes it off the rack holding it up to show you excitement in his eyes. Hoping you’ll share the same feeling.

“ it’s perfect, she’ll look just like her papa” you grab it putting it in your basket. As you glance back up at Xavier in his classic oversized white hoodie giggling at the thought of a little baby girl hanging on to him in matching apparel.

Your shopping trip goes well Xavier grabbing anything off the rack that had a bunny on it or daisies, the bunny’s you could understand the daises however you hadn’t figured out his infliction yet , he loved his flowers and plants so you’d amounted it to that at the moment.

After getting home you put up the baby clothes you bought in her Newley decorated nursery Xavier behind you hand resting on your stomach, ever since finding out about your pregnancy his hand usually travelled there.

“We’re gonna have to give this little girl a name soon ” you say patting your belly, then moving your hand to grab another onesie out of the bag to fold, you grab the daisy baby grow little flowers scattered around it and in the middle in cursive it wrote “ a flower has bloomed” you hold it up looking at it.

“this would be cute for her first outfit” you say happily before putting it aside.

You then stop in your tracks remembering what you were thinking earlier at the store

“ baby, why have you been buying all of these daisy related outfits anyways?” You look back at Xavier who has a peaceful look on his face.

“ reminds me of her” he says rubbing your belly

“ in what way?” You question

“ when you fainted in the field before we knew about her, there were patches of daises around it was unexpected in its own right how could such beautiful flowers thrive in such a frightful environment, I didn’t think much of it until I saw you lying there in the hospital bed, and the doctors had come in scolding me for letting my partner fight wanderers while with child. I just layed in bed with you for a while hand caressing your stomach, and that’s when I realized.”

“beautiful things can bloom from the seeds of your most difficult times”

“I thought about all the times I’d come home craving your touch, your intimacy because being away from you is like losing a part of me.”

“I thought about the times we made love, that ended with you crying in my arms because you were stressed.”

“Our most difficult moments made our love stronger, so strong it bloomed” he said kissing your neck.

you were on the brink of tears, you turned around hugging Xavier before reaching up and kissing him grabbing his hand and placing it on your belly in the process before saying

“our daisy girl”

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In the first week of spring a flower bloomed

“oh hi princess” you cooed at the baby girl opening her eyes. She had the prettiest eyes you had ever seen

Blue took up most of her iris , all Xavier but near her pupil was a portion of your eye color, doctors had told you it was central heterochromia it was like you two had perfectly mixed together.

She had the softest loose baby curls on her head, the same ash color has Xavier’s hair

Xavier kissed your forehead as you held her

“you did so good my star, she’s perfect”

Daisy made her presence known on a warm spring day a season symbolizing fresh starts and hope. It was almost like she did it on purpose without even knowing taking a season Xavier once dwelled in the past about, and making it her own.

Spring would no longer hold bittersweet memories but new ones instead spring would come every year and he would be reminded of his greatest blessing.

As you hand her off to Xavier you can’t help but notice the gleam in his eyes, how he looks at her like she’s hung the stars

“hi little princess” Xavier says as he gently strokes his thumb over her tiny fingers

He uses his evol to create a sparkling daisy hologram as it flies over the little baby she lets out happy squeals

Making both you and Xavier giggle.

His life was now an eternal spring

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[starmaidengarden]

Hey so how do you think Azul Ashengrotto would deal with a crush who’s kind of innocent and an airhead, but very sassy. Causes him headaches, but is oddly supportive. Like he comes over and this crush is like “Hi. You still doing your evil Businessman thing? :D… Cool!” He’s making a speech and while he was talking, crush stopped paying attention, and he looks back and s/o’s holding an animal in their arms or something pretty they just picked up off the ground, “sorry. I zoned out while you were talking. It’s cute/pretty”. He makes a good point about always reading contracts before signing them and nobody believes him cuz of his past antics and his crush is like “He’s right!” He’s like “being around you is gonna ruin my rep. I swear”. And his crush just hits with him, “actually. I think me being around you will make people like you more”? (He be looking like a villain constantly, but stick him next to this crush and he is humanised).

Azul Ashengrotto x Crush!reader, who is innocent/airheaded, sassy, and unexpectedly supportive

At first, Azul tries to convince himself he doesn't have feelings for you. You're flighty. Distracted. Sassier than a Leech twin on a sugar rush. And you always manage to make some comment that leaves him flustered or clutching his forehead. "Still doing your evil businessman thing?" "It’s called entrepreneurship, thank you very much."

But you're also… oddly loyal. In a way, he isn’t used to. You zone out during his long-winded monologues, sure, but then suddenly pipe up with a sharp observation that actually proves you were listening… kind of. Sometimes. And despite all your teasing, you're quick to stand by him when it matters. Like when no one believes his advice about contracts. "Of course he’d say that." "Don’t listen to him—he’s scamming us again." And then you, without hesitation, “He’s right.”

Azul short circuits. Briefly. Just a pause in his rhythm. But to him, it feels like a lightning strike. He tries to reason with you, one day after you’ve wandered off mid-speech to pick up a fuzzy animal or glittery rock. “You’ll ruin my carefully cultivated image if you keep doing things like this.” “Actually,” you reply with a cheeky grin, “I think my being around you will make people like you more.” He splutters. In part because… you’re right. But also because that thought has never occurred to him, and now it’s stuck.

The deeper effect you have on him: When you’re around, people stop seeing Azul as “scheming Octavinelle boss” and start seeing him as “the guy with the sweet, weird, shiny-thing-collecting partner.” The tweels tease him endlessly about how “soft” he’s gotten.

He doesn’t get why you’re so supportive of him, but it hits a deep, soft spot. You believe in him without needing him to prove himself first, and that’s a type of affection he’s never had.

He won’t admit it out loud, but he starts adjusting his speeches to be shorter, less convoluted. More to the point. Because you space out, and he wants to keep your attention.

And when he finally confesses? "Being with you is terrible for my blood pressure. You’re nosy, easily distracted, and you say things that make me question my entire moral standing—But” he sighed “…But I… would like to continue being ruined by you.”

[wendichester]

SCREAMED WHEN I SAW YOUR DRABBLE FOR JENSEN ACKLES.

Can you write about Misha x actress!reader filming a makeout scene that's lowkey escalating into something more primal, and I mean primal. I'm speaking about dry humping, sloppy but feverish kisses, hair tugging, hands wandering and groping any silver of flesh, moaning and groaning, heavy breathing and so on and so forth.

And a tiny detail I would L O V E to read is the fact that they don't hear the director saying cut. They just keep going and create such an intense scene that makes them question things.👁👄👁

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 still rolling,

summary. drawing a line between character's chemistry and real life is so so hard. but you can't deny this is far from fictional.

pairing. misha collins x actress!reader genre. steamy / almost-smut ( mdni )

wordcount. 838

notes / warnings. dry humping, feverish makeout session, breathy moans, groping, hair pulling, handsy chaos, on-set intimacy that spirals, acting that’s way too real, no concept of personal space, unspoken mutual pining, and yes—they absolutely don’t hear the director say cut.

You’re not even thinking when he crashes into you.

Well—Misha crashes into you. His character is supposed to kiss yours against the wall with a little roughness, a little heat. One take, easy enough. You’ve done spicier stuff on screen before. You even practiced the damn blocking last night, just to make sure there’d be no awkward bumps or bruises.

But this isn’t the kiss you rehearsed.

This is—God. This is Misha pressing you against the set wall like the air between you two is toxic and his body is the antidote. It’s his hand fisting in your hair, the other slipping under the hem of your costume jacket, calloused fingertips dragging over bare skin like he's been waiting all season for an excuse.

Your mouth opens for him like it’s a reflex. There’s no pause, no break, no breath. Just tongue and teeth, spit-slick lips, and a groan so guttural it vibrates straight through your sternum. You’re not acting anymore. Not really. The moan that leaves your throat is yours. And so is the way your hips roll into his like you need something. Like you’ve been starved for it.

And Misha—oh, he feels that.

He shudders, lips slipping down to your neck, biting where the mic won’t pick it up. His breath is hot and ragged against your skin, nose nudging your jaw, and he’s gripping your waist now, grinding into you with slow, heavy friction that makes your knees wobble. One of his thighs wedges between your legs and you don’t stop it—you press down, gasping, chasing the pressure with a subtle desperation you hope the cameras can’t catch.

(They can. And they are.)

You don’t hear anyone yelling cut. You don’t hear anything. The lights are sweltering, your pulse is sprinting, and Misha’s hand is halfway up your back now, fingers sliding beneath your bra strap like he’s going to pull it off if you give him a single ounce of encouragement.

Your fingers tangle in his hair. Tug. You feel the growl in his throat more than you hear it.

“Misha,” you gasp—and that isn’t a line. That’s you. That’s your voice, airy and needy and so not scripted.

He pulls back a fraction of an inch. His pupils are blown. Lips pink and slick. His chest heaves as he searches your eyes like he’s checking in, but he doesn’t move away. Doesn’t drop character. Doesn’t even blink.

A second later, he’s on you again. Harder this time. Messier. His hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip before his mouth devours it again, and this time your leg lifts—hooked around his hip like your body’s just done this before. Like it remembers something your brain hasn’t let you admit.

You rub against him shamelessly, the drag of his jeans against your clothed center making your thighs tremble. He grunts, a sound low and filthy, like he’s seconds from forgetting where he is.

Your back hits the wall again with a soft thud. Your hips stutter, chasing his. His teeth scrape your collarbone. Your fingers clutch at the waistband of his jeans, greedy and blind.

And then—

“Cut!”

The room snaps into focus like you’ve both been dunked in cold water.

You blink.

Misha blinks.

You slowly, very slowly, look past his shoulder.

The set is quiet.

Too quiet.

The crew is silent, watching. Some look stunned. A few look like they just saw something private—like they weren’t supposed to still be rolling, like they just accidentally witnessed the scene of the century.

The director clears his throat. “That was… uh. We’re gonna go again, but—maybe tone it down from NC-17 to cable TV?”

Jared snorts. Jensen mutters “Jesus Christ,” and Misha hasn’t moved. His hand is still on your waist. His chest is still pressed against yours. You can feel him breathing, fast and hot and barely keeping it together.

You don’t say anything for a second. Neither does he.

Then—

“That was your fault,” you murmur, lips still practically grazing his.

“Oh yeah?” he breathes, not backing up an inch. “I think we both deserve the blame. Or the award.”

You huff a breathy laugh, and it hits him in the mouth. His eyes darken again.

“Wanna talk about it later?” he asks, voice low and even, like he’s asking if you want dinner—not if you want to finish dry humping him in his trailer.

You nod once, dizzy.

And even as he pulls away (slowly, reluctantly, like his body wants to stay pressed to yours), his hand finds yours for a beat. Squeezes. Something passes between you—something unspoken, but not fictional.

Definitely not acting.

You hear the director again, clapping once to reset.

“Okay! Reset for take three—this time, let’s remember there’s a crew in the room!”

You and Misha glance at each other, and he raises an eyebrow, smirking just a little.

You grin back, cheeks flushed, thighs still trembling.

Take three’s about to look suspiciously like take two.

But hey—if they want chemistry, they’re gonna get it.

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Arranged Marriage |Not proofread| Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 [ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴜ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ | ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴜᴄᴛᴀɴᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ]

synopsis -> Toji Fushiguro is sharp, silent, and used to being bought and discarded, and when your once-mighty sorcerer clan begins to crumble under political pressure, a desperate alliance is struck. One that binds you to the man most feared by the jujutsu world: Toji Fushiguro. He agrees to the marriage not for love, nor loyalty — but for everlasting money, cursed tools, and freedom from the Zeni'n clan that coerced him into marrying you.

You are the clan’s last hope. Together, your sole purpose is producing a strong heir with his physical abilities and power and your powerful cursed technique. But nothing about your marriage is safe — not your body, your heart, or the child your clan is already whispering about behind closed doors. You are everything he doesn’t believe in: elegant, loyal, and cursed energy ridden. But you see him. Not the assassin, not the monster — but him.

His kiss is rough at first. it's clumsy, almost angry. Not with you, but with himself like he doesn’t know how to be gentle. Like he’s afraid of what gentleness might mean.

“You don’t have to—” you start, but his mouth steals the words before they’re fully born.

“Don’t talk,” he rasps. “Not unless you’re telling me to stop.”

He lays you back on the bed, the first time you share one since you both married, with reverence he’ll never name out loud. His body is heavy panting over yours. In all the blood he’s shed and In all the things he swears you shouldn’t want.

But you still reach for him.

"Would you stop if I told you to?" you asked.

“Yeah. You say it, I’m done. No questions.”

You run your fingers down the line of a scar across his ribs as he shudders, jaw tight and swears under his breath. Not at you but at whatever made him this way.

“You’re shaking,” you whisper.

“You feel too good,” he mutters against your throat. “Too warm. I don’t know what to do with it... You don’t get it,” he says, voice hoarse. “I’m not good. I kill things. I ruin things.”

“I know,” you whisper, fingers tangled in his hair. “I want you anyway.”

You guide him with soft touches, with your voice when he gets too rough, with your breath when words fail. And slowly, slowly he starts to listen. He slows down. His mouth finds yours again, less war now, more need. It isn’t perfect. There are moments he grips too hard, pulls too fast. His hands are trembling but when he finally pushes inside you, it’s not about dominance but about something he’s been afraid to need for years. Something safe. Something that's his.

He groans low in his throat, burying his face in your neck.

"I don't hate you. I just wish things were different" you whisper running your bare hands against his back, feeling his healed and unhealed scars.

His forehead presses yours. “I don’t know how to want something without ruining it,” he mutters. “But gods help me, I want you.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and you’re not sure if it’s for the way he moves or the way he feels everything too deeply.

“I’m not,” you breathe. “I want this. I want you.”

He stills like the words stun him. Then he moves again, slower, deeper, each thrust like it’s carved out of his chest.

And when you finally fall apart beneath him, he follows, moaning your name over and over.

“You shouldn’t want me,” he growls lowly, almost to himself.

“I do.”

His forehead presses to yours. And for a moment, all the cruelty falls away. There’s no clan. No curse. No heir. No war. Just his breath, your touch, and the kind of silence that says everything.

The Morning After

The room is silent Something warmer and fragile biting the surface. You’re lying on your side, half-draped in the sheets, still naked and your breathing uneven. His is too. Toji has his arm draped across your pillow and your head rests on his bulging bicep. His hand flexes once, then stills again. You look over at him and see his eyes flutter open and look at you. You wait for him to say something about what happened last night. You wait for him to say something cruel. Something sharp to reset the distance. Something like “This changes nothing.” But nothing comes. You lean over to look at him as he intensely gazes up at the ceiling with regret and exhaustion etched onto his face and also....longing?

“You regret it,” you say softly. It’s not a question.

He doesn’t look at you. “I regret needing it.”

The words land hard. But the next ones fall even heavier.

“I told myself I could do this. Marry you. Give them their damn heir to protect your clan and make my family find me useful. Thought I could stomach it all if I kept you at a distance.” His jaw tightens. “But then you keep looking at me like that. Like I’m still human.”

You shift to face him fully. His fingers comb through your hair gently as he turns to his side to look at you. His fingers stay where they are, heavy and warm against your skin.

“You are,” you say. “You bleed. You ache. You protect.”

“I kill. I'm a murderer. And you still manage not to despise me.”

“I’ve seen you kill. I’ve also seen you flinch when someone touches me wrong. I’ve seen you carry me like I mattered.”

He closes his eyes. “That’s the problem.”

You don’t say anything. Neither does he.

But his hand, that killer’s hand, moves, just slightly, brushing your ribs like he needs to remember you’re real.

And when you fall asleep again, you swear you feel him pull you closer. Just an inch. Just enough to mean something. Right now we're fragile, but the world around us is not.

The Next Morning, he wakes up beside you, his face soft as light shines on to it from the window. His arm is still draped around your waist and the sheets smell like skin, intimacy and unspoken words and vulnerability. You get up and use the bathroom and you both head downstairs silently, except it's different this time. It's more comforting.

Later you both move around the house differently. It's not an eerie, cold, indescribable kind of quiet. He gazes at you in a way he never used to. The servants file in and out tidying up the place. When you brush past him in the hallway, his hand lingers a second too long on your back. When you sit across from him at meals, he doesn’t avoid your gaze anymore. You are both sprawled out on the living room floor as you teach him to read your clan's scrolls, relics about lineage, cursed techniques, and bloodline combinations. You sit close, knees touching. He pretends to grumble when you correct his pronunciation, but his eyes keep drifting to your lips when you speak. “Pay attention this is important!”

“Yeah, yeah I am paying attention” he lets out reading through the scrolls. You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around yourself wanting to ask him something. You twiddle your thumbs.

“So….are we gonna..uhm- share the same bed? We did fuck so…I mean unless you don’t want to of course” you blabber out nonsensically.

He looks at you and lets out a sigh running his hands through his hair. “Do you want that? I don’t mind. The clans want you to get pregnant anyways” he replies uncertainly.

“Yeah okay that’s fine with me. I guess I’ll head to bed then” you get up making way to the room you and Toji both decided to share now. ceYou wear your sleepwear and do your nightly routine, comfortably getting into your king-sized bed waiting for sleep to overpower you. Suddenly you feel movement beside you and look to see Toji on the other end of the bed. You turn over to face him as the moonlight falters in from the window. His features are wrapped in the moonlight and his face glows pristinely and you just stare at each other.

“Do you…..I mean can I…hold you?” He whispers gently.

“Of course you don’t need to ask” you respond as he inches closer to you wrapping his large calloused hands around your neck and waist pulling you in to him closer. You let out a breath as you realize he’s shirtless AMD in boxers and your just in you underwear but it doesn’t feel sexual. More like intimate than anything.

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first saw you” he whispers. “Standing at the altar. I didn’t dare look at you because I knew if I let myself love you, it would hurt too much. I didn’t want that. I still don’t. But I can’t stop myself anymore. Please….just stay.” He lets out a pained whimper and you just wrap your arms around his neck breathing in his scent.

“It’s okay. We can make this work. Having a kid with you doesn’t sound so bad even though it’s been less than a year” you play with his hair.

“I’d be a shit dad” he retorts.

“No you wouldn’t. You would never.”

He gruffs out an incoherent response as sleep takes you both over and you both sleep in each other’s arms.

You sit there in the room as the clan elders surround you. You can hear whispering and you are the main attention. The clan leader sits in front of you and you know why you were summoned alone without Toji in sight. They want the heir. Soon.

“You’ve had time. A union without legacy is useless. You carry power in your blood and he carries strength. The heir must come soon.”

These words are repeated in many ways and you just nod shakily not knowing what to say. The clan needs a legacy, and you are just a mere object to them. But some pathing in you wants to have Toji’s kid. To be swollen with his child. They blabber on and on and after a while you return back to your estate. You return home, cold and shaken and something in you realizes that Toji notices. He notices something is wrong but he doesn’t say anything. He never does. But he takes care of you and makes you tea and brushes your hair softly as you hum. Youre trying to get your mind off things.

You are both sitting near the fireplace with soft mugs in your hand as you decide to say it: “they want a child. Now.”

He freezes but you expect it. He sets his mug down and eyes you up and down. “ I mean that was the deal. We give them what they want.”

“Do YOU want it?” You question. He doesn’t say anything. He just walks away. You know what you were expecting. You stay up for a while and decide to head to bed. The bed is warmer now. Not because of closeness, but because you’re sharing it out of necessity, out of expectation. The clan is watching. Waiting. You’ve heard the whispers: Why isn’t she pregnant yet? You don’t talk about it with Toji. Not directly. But you see it in the way he looks at you before he reaches for you. You crawl into bed beside him. You realizes he’s still awake.

“I’m trying to save you. From myself” you almost don’t hear him whisper.

“I just want you. I don’t care.”

“Do you want to fulfill the clan’s promise?”

“You don’t look like you’d use rubber, anyway” you scoff as he caresses you.

He still touches you like he knows your body, not like he wants to know your heart. One night, when he pulled away and laid flat on his back without a word, you curled toward him and whispered, “If this is just a transaction again, just tell me.” His breath hitched. A pause.

Then, low: “You think I can touch you like that and not feel it?” You waited for more. It never came.

He didn’t kiss you that night. Just wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, his grip too tight, like he’s angry at himself. Like if he held you close enough, he won’t want to push you away in the morning.

He unclothed you and you did it passionately on the bed. It wasn’t out of this world sex, it was soft, almost felt like love. Like it was his way. He kept asking you if it was too much and you whimpered his name which made him do it at your preferred pace. It was an intimate moment. It wasn’t loud but nothing really needed to be said. Your name was at the tip of his tongue and he couldn’t hold himself back.

It was a couple weeks later, and you began to feel ill. You were in the bathroom throwing up in the toilet when you felt heavy footsteps behind you and hands grab and pull your hair back as you leaned over the toilet. You said his name between gasps as he knelt down and cleaned you up rubbing his hands alongside your back. “Shhhh I got you just let it all out, mmkay?” He ran his fingers through your hair and ran you a bath.

“Sorry ive been feeling so sick. Do you….think maybe I’m pregnant?”

He runs his hands through his hair. “Shit. We have been having unprotected sex so maybe that is the case. Get in the bath okay? We can talk about this later.”

He began to leave when suddenly you held your hand out. “Wait. Do you….maybe wanna join me? Just in case anything happens?”

“You’d be okay with that?”

“I want you to.”

He hesitates for a second but then pulls off his shirt and pants and you start undressing too. The bath smells like fresh flowers and the soap is overflowing. You get in first, naked and vulnerable. He comes in after you as you lay in the tub with only your head and a peek of your shoulders above water. Toji lays back and pulls you closer to him so that you’re practically on his lap. He sinks his face in your neck and breaths in. “I don’t deserve this” he mumbles but you just his cheek.

“You’re my husband why wouldn’t you?”

“No I’m a killer but you treat me like I’m someone noble.”

You rest the back of your head on his shoulder and just relax as he encircles your waist. “You deserve me. You just don’t believe it. And I want you to.” You kiss his cheek gently as he caresses your thigh. You close your eyes letting the love and vulnerability surround you.

“I feel nauseous. I should meet with a healer.”

“I’ll be here to hold you.”

You soak in the bath tub for a while and get out to go meet with a healer. He comes to your house after a few hours and confirms your pregnancy. You feel different somehow. You decide it’s time to confirm what you already thought. You catch Toji in the library and decide it’s time. “I’m pregnant.” He doesn’t say anything for a second. “That’s what they wanted,” you add, voice cracking.

He finally speaks. “What do you want?”

You whisper: “For this to mean something.”

He looks at you for a long time. Then gets up — and kneels in front of you. One hand to your stomach, eyes unreadable. He runs his stomach over it and you look at him with tears in your eyes.

“Then I’ll protect it,” he says. “Both of you. I don’t care. I can’t hold back.”

“I never asked you to” you whimper as he says that.

It starts with a whisper. The moment the healers confirm your pregnancy, it spreads like wildfire. Gazes linger longer, and silence grows heavy with disdain. You feel it before they say a word. Toji’s not in the room when they tell you. “What does that mean?” you ask, already knowing.

“It means we’ve arranged for you to be kept under watch. Any emotional instability could threaten the child. You will be moved.”

“We’ll take it from here,” says one of the elders, an ancient voice wrapped in silk and cruelty. “You’ve fulfilled your purpose. Rest now. This phase is delicate.”

“And Toji?” Your heart falls in agony and despair.

A beat of silence. Then: “No longer necessary.”

The words make you cold. They said it so easily. Like he was never human. Like he was just a cursed tool.

You rise slowly, heart pounding. “You think you can use him and throw him away?”

“You’re pregnant. That is the only leverage he had.”

It’s almost laughable at how calm they are.

You storm out before they finish speaking.

You find him in the outer courtyard, he’s been summoned. He knows. There’s blood on his knuckles and he won’t look at you.

“They’re planning to send me away,” he says flatly. “Or kill me. Depends how useful they think I still am.”

“Toji—”

He turns sharply. “This is what happens when I let people get too close.”

You grab his wrist. “You are not a tool.”

He doesn’t move. “You think they won’t kill me the second they know they don’t need me?”

“They already know.”

Silence. Toji’s chest rises once, twice. Then stills.

“I told myself I didn’t care,” he says hoarsely. “I didn’t have a choice the Zenin’s forced me. Let them have what they want. But now—”

He looks down at your stomach. Not touching. Just looking. Just breathing.

“You changed the game.”

You storm back into the council chamber like a blade drawn from a sheath. Toji follows you, silent as a shadow. He doesn’t expect you to say anything.

You do.

“You will not touch him.”

The elders murmur. “You’re emotional. That’s expected in your state.”

“I’m not asking,” you snap. “He is the father of this child. If you try to do anything to him, you lose me.”

They fall quiet. One dares to speak: “Your loyalty lies with your clan.”

“I am your clan,” you say. “The last daughter. The only one that can keep you all from falling apart. If you harm him, I leave. I’ll burn this name to the ground before I let you raise our child as a prisoner.”

Toji watches you like you’ve torn the air in half. He’s never heard anyone defend him like this. Not once.

“You would choose him over us?”

“I would choose freedom. For me. For him. For this child.”

Later, alone in the cold quiet of your shared room, Toji sits beside you, one hand on your belly. The other resting on the hilt of his blade. He caresses up and down and his voice wavers when he speaks. He’s unsure.

“You stood up for me,” he murmurs. “You didn’t have to.”

“I did,” you say. “Because I won’t raise this child in a world where their father was treated like garbage.”

A long silence.

Then, finally, he leans into you—not violently, not out of hunger or desperation—but like a man finding shelter from a storm. “They’re not taking you from me, I can’t live without you” you whisper. “Not you. Not the baby. Not again.”

And in that moment, Toji finally believes you.

It’s quiet when you wake. Too quiet. You try to snuggle closer to Toji only to realize no one is there. No strong, warm, calloused arms are wrapping you in your embrace.

Then you hear the clash of steel from the courtyard.

You jump up suddenly rubbing sleep away from your eyes and run barefoot across cold stone halls, still in your nightclothes, with guards shouting after you. You don’t know what’s going on, but you need to find your husband. Your’e already outside, and the moment you see him, your heart shatters.

Toji is on his knees.

Blood stains his mouth, and you see a pained look on his face. The moment you see him you yell and scream his name, still not knowing what was going on. There are guards shooting at him from every angle, but he’s still fighting, weapons and swords all bloodied as he looks disheveled. But he’s still alive. “STOP!” your voice cracks the air like a curse. “TOJI! MY BABY LEAVE MY BABY ALONE!” You run to catch up to him. They stop mid-swing.

You step between them and Toji like your body could stop death. You have a raging murderous look in your eyes. “You touch him again and I swear you’ll never see that child. I’m fucking done.”

The clan members take a step back as you stare at them with such a murderous gaze. “Toji Fushiguro is a liability. Theres no purp-”

“And that purpose is mine now,” you snap. “You want an heir? You want a bloodline? Then remember who carries it. Don’t you dare lay a fucking finger on my husband. Know your place.” You seethe.

The silence is deafening as your hands tremble. You drop to your knees in front of Toji and cradle his face, blood warm on your fingers. You cradle his bloodied face in your soft palms, rocking back and forth. You let out a whimper as you try to rub his blood on your night clothes and hold his wounded forehead and neck in place as you whisper his name worriedly. “Toji. Fuck I’m so sorry baby. I’m so sorry please you’ll be okay. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much.” You kiss his cheek still on your knees holding his face looking like a crying toddler. He tries to speak, but you shake your head, tears already slipping down your cheeks.

“What did they do to you? I’ll kill them with my bare hands, they’re nothing without me,” you whisper. “You don’t have to be a weapon anymore.”

“I told you,” he rasps, “to run away. You should’ve run. I told you they’d never be satisfied. They don’t see you. They never did.””

“And leave you?” Your voice breaks. “Don’t you get it, Toji? I see you. I want you. Not because of the child. Not because of the clan. Just you.” You keep cradling his bloodied face sobbing lightly as you brushed back his hair with your fingers painted in his blood. You turn to the elders. “I’m done.”

They blink.

You rise to your full height, hands still shaking. “If he dies, I walk. If you so much as look at him again with a blade in your hand, I will disappear, and this clan dies with me. Toji is mine,” you finish. “And so is this child. We are not your weapons.”

That night, you and Toji leave. He can barely walk. You support him, arm slung around your shoulders, exhaustion bleeding through both your bodies. But you move, and you don’t look back. Before you go, you burn the heir scrolls. The records. The cursed tools they tried to buy him with. You leave them nothing but ash and a ghost of power they’ll never wield again. You leave behind your clans and decide to break away and start a new life. You both had money saved up from your sorcerer duties, and Toji’s assassinations. You both travel and get into a cab leaving behind the stupid clan and estate you both had your first conversation in, first intimate moments. It was all a bad omen. It caused so much hurt.

Weeks later, you’re sitting on the floor of a quiet, cabin in the mountainside. A baby kicks near you. Toji’s hand is the first to feel it. He looks stunned. Just… stunned. Like it’s magic. Like it’s not something he was ever supposed to deserve. You watch him fall silent and press his forehead to your belly. He breathes slowly, deeply, like it hurts. “You okay my baby?” You ask.

“This isn’t real,” he murmurs.

You lace your fingers with his. “It is now.”

The baby starts crying and you watch as he picks it up and wraps it in his arms, breathing in softly.

The air softer here up in the mountains. No clan leaders to bother you, judge you. No rules to follow. Occasionally sounds of birds chirping and the sound of dishes clanking and chores being done. You let Toji name your son. Megumi. The cute boy looked just like Toji in every way but Toji swore he had your eyes. You look out the window and see both of your boys playing outside, as usual. You walk outside and see Toji near the garden, leaning slightly on the nursery as Megumi goes to chase a butterfly. He doesn’t notice you until you brush your fingers along his back. “Hey” you say as you notice he’s holding the mug you made him. It’s sloppy and goofy but he insists on using it everyday. You wrap an arm around his bicep and you notice how good he looks with the light dashing down on him. His body with scars he never tells the story of, and he looks at you in a way you’ve never seen before.

“My beautiful wife” he mutters wrapping an arm around you and setting down the mug. “Missed you.”

“It’s been 15 minutes” you snort.

“15 minutes too long” he replies kissing your cheek gently and softly pecking your cheek with his kisses. He looks softer here. More relaxed. His hands aren’t bloodied and calloused and he looks loved. He’s softer even more now that Megumi is here, although the average person would completely disagree. You both lean your foreheads together as he whispers something. “You saved me.”

“We saved each other” you whisper back looking at him with longing.

“I never thought I deserved anything. I didn’t feel love. Or yearning. I never felt anything like that. Until I met you. I owe you my life. You saved me from myself and learned to love me.”

“Oh Toji.” You sigh as you take him in your arms and cradle his body. “You never have to feel like that again. I love you and that’s an unwavering truth.” You take out a long, thin piece of red ribbon. Nothing special, just a thin, long fabric and tie your pinkie fingers together loosely.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a thread,” you say softly. “It’s supposed to mean we’re tied together. Even if you leave. Even if the world pulls us apart. It’s invisible to everyone else—but it’s always there.” The trees rustle softly and you feel him kiss your pinkie finger gently.

“I’d burn the world down if anyone tried to cut it” he said in a gruff tone.

Invisible string theory brought to life.

Megumi plays not too far away and you stay in his arms and you just know he’ll be yours forever. Theres a string always connecting you.

The end.

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Let me know If there's any other series I should write! Also this was so ass I rushed I’m so so so sooooooooooo sorry definitely not my best work but I hope you guys liked some of it😭😭 please consider like or following if you enjoyed.

I love writing for toji so much oh my god I need more requests :) REMEBER it’s not proofread so tell me my typos please

[forkshighschooler]

can you do some Paul Lahote headcanons where he finally allows himself to be vulnerable around his imprint, the reader? (paul lahote x female!reader)

Thank you soo much, love your works 🩷

~love, Lacy

Paul Lahote Headcanon

( Him being vulnerable to his imprint)

A/N- Thank for reading some of my other work! I hope this is what you meant!if you have any others requests I would love to write again for you!

1.It Doesn’t Come Easy

Paul grew up equating strength with silence. Vulnerability was something people used against him — something unsafe. So when you come along and treat his rage and silence with patience instead of fear, it unnerves him. It takes months for him to realize you’re not just tolerating him — you see him, and you stay.

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2. He Talks About His Dad Once

Late one night, you’re both lying in bed — he’s warm behind you, arm loosely wrapped around your waist. Out of nowhere, he says, “He used to hit the wall. Never me. Just the wall. But I always thought… someday he would.”

He doesn’t elaborate. You just hold his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. It’s quiet, but your presence says everything. Paul doesn’t cry, but he doesn’t sleep much that night. He just holds you tighter.

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3. He’s Afraid You’ll Leave

Even after imprinting, there’s a voice in the back of his head that whispers: She could still leave you.

It’s not insecurity in the usual sense — it’s abandonment trauma, buried deep. You catch it in the way he sometimes stares at the door too long when you say you’re going out. The way he texts, “you okay?” when you’re gone longer than expected. The way he sleeps with his arms wrapped around you, like you might vanish.

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4. He Trusts You With His Temper

He tries so hard to keep his temper in check around you — and he’s mostly good at it. But one day, something sets him off. You’re there when he phases, panting and growling in the trees. Instead of being scared, you speak to him softly.

“Paul, I’m not leaving. Come back to me.”

He does. Shaking, naked, eyes wide with shame. He expects you to flinch. You just wrap him in the blanket you brought and rest your forehead against his chest. His breathing slows. That’s when he knows: you’re his anchor.

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5. He Lets You Touch His Scars

Paul never talks about the worst fights. But when you trail your fingers along an old scar on his ribcage one night, he doesn’t stop you. He just says, voice low, “That one was mine. I lost control.”

You kiss it without a word. He closes his eyes and exhales — like he’s been holding that shame in for years.

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6. His Love Isn’t Loud — It’s Honest

He doesn’t say “I love you” often. But when he does, it’s raw and unguarded. It’s whispered in your hair when he thinks you’re asleep. It’s muttered into your skin after a bad nightmare. It’s spoken with wide eyes during arguments, as if losing you would be the final crack in him.

“I love you,” he says one night, barely above a breath. “Even when I’m scared of what that means.”

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7. He Apologizes — Really Apologizes

It’s a big step for Paul. Not the casual “my bad,” but the real, trembling kind: “I was scared and I pushed you away. That’s not fair to you. I’m sorry.”

His voice shakes. His jaw tightens like he expects you to lash out or walk away.

Instead, you cup his cheek and say, “Thank you for telling me the truth.”

Paul doesn’t speak. He just leans into your hand like it’s the only solid thing left in the world.

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8. The Softest Moment: He Lets Himself Fall Apart

It’s a quiet night. Rain outside. No patrol, no pack, no pressure. You make him tea. He sits beside you on the floor, head resting against your shoulder. For once, he lets the silence stretch — no front, no mask. Just a man who’s tired. A boy who grew up too fast. A soul learning how to be loved.

He whispers, “I don’t know how to do this. But I want to try. With you.”

You brush your thumb under his eye where a tear threatened to fall. “That’s all I need.”

Disclaimer:

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.

[sharksfrommars]

In your reverse portal Au why did it take them so long to prove Ford innocence and that stand is not dead, i feel like you could just bring him to a hospital after they come up with a great story about where the fuck he was for the past 30 years to poop that hey stanley Pines is Alive and not was eaten by his brother, like I understand they would still be setbacks because even though again those evidence that one Stanley Pines is still alive ford did confess to eating him so don't have to look into why he said that and also they might think that oh Ford did eat his arm but I feel like Stanley could be like yeah no that's not what happened that's not how I lost my arm, like you know it wouldn't be completely simple but i feel like just bringing Stan to a hospital would be enough to reopen the case

Especially considering how little evidence there was to convict Ford of cannibalism in the first place,

The only way I would understand it is if they had to jump through so many hoops just to prove that no Ford did not eat Stan's arm, especially since again they cannot tell them what actually happened because Stan lost his arm in the portal

Also, I have dyslexia, so ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes

reopening the case is easy. But closing it again, and actually clearing Ford’s record is much, much harder.

Ford needs his records clean so he can do people things again. The courts decided that Ford couldn’t get a passport after his court case. They stuck him with as many felonies as they could, mostly to make a point. It was a massive story at the time and there was loads of pressure from the public. Because of that, Ford legally isn’t allowed to travel, or do a bunch of other things. Like vote. Or drive, or buy a gun.

most importantly, Ford is denied decision making ability when it comes to his own healthcare. That belongs to the asylum he’s registered to and Shermie. Ford can’t pick up his own prescriptions.

of course, Stan doesn’t think this is a problem. He claims he “knows a guy” who can get Ford a fake ID, and that they can just steal the drugs. Shermie shuts that down immediately. So they push for a retrial, to drop all previous charges against Ford. Give him a clean record. That’s the bit that takes a while.

The biggest obstacle in the retrial is explaining where Stan had been 30 years ago, and what actually happened that night Stan disappeared. They have to come up with explanations for a lot, like Ford lying in court, the blood they found, the strange and erratic ways Ford was acting. It’s hard to come up with something believable to a jury, many of which only know the bare bones of the case.

Also they had to prove that it was actually Stanley Pines, and not someone who looks like him. that in itself takes ages.

in the end, they tell the truth. Mostly. The story is that Ford was in an abusive relationships (ignore the triangle thing) and had contacted Stan for help. Stan and Ford argued over their estrangement, and then Ford’s abusive ex “took Stan away” ( technically true, if you look at it sideways). They say that Ford was psychologically tortured for years leading to a break in reality (which actually happened, if you asked his therapist). Stan claims to have been “travelling abroad” the past 30 years after being taken to Siberia (the first thing Stan thought of) by said abusive ex.

It takes a while with arguing, then processing, then arguing again. Turns out, the legal system really hates admitting they were wrong. But they did manage it, at the end.

Don’t worry about the grammar mistakes lmao. I love them, they add a certain creative flair. It’s FLAVOUR. And I’m also really bad at spelling and grammar so I probably didn’t notice lmao

[orangepeelknives]

ms. orangepeelknives you’ve got me completely crazy abt that mack-will-leno post

bcoz i love the thought of leno being very supportive and teasing of will’s huge crush on mack like yada yada i’ve been hearing abt macklin celebrini from the hockey community, from the media forever. But no ones ever talks about that kid’s smile or his floppy hair quite like will 🙄 still, he’ll tolerate will’s lovesick musings but he won’t tolerate celebrini thats for sure

and mack has no reason to hate dislike leno, he just doesnt like that theres history between him and will. There’s a version of will only gabe and leno know, theres inside jokes he’ll never get, theres a version of will that isn’t his. But he’ll tolerate leonard if he has to, strong emphasis on tolerate

now i need to know what will feels in between of all of this !!!!!

suddenly his friendship with leno and gabe isn’t living in each others pockets but fleeting texts on off days between games and random insta stories of congrats… but also now he has mack !!

mack who’s been on his radar forever and now he has him, he learns this guy is just as crazy as him, just as intense about hockey.

will is such a sentimental guy who holds all he loves close to his heart but hes still just a kid, just a guy, and his whole world now revolves around hockey and being good enough to help carry this franchise and mack, and he’s sorry he couldnt keep up with the BC boys, its just been hectic

So what’s will now 😃 part of him misses the simplicity of BC and he maybe that includes the people related to those memories, but another part of him loves the new energy of being in the big leagues with mack and theres no simplicity anymore but at least theres mack

sorry for rambling, will smith hockey is just my special little guy and i hope he achieves as much as he wants huhu and i’d hate for him to be caught in between his two lives two friends’ weird jealousy

-🐚

shell anon NEVER apologize for your beautiful mind!!!!!! every message in my inbox is a GIFT!!!!!

and this one is just. such a perfect messy little love triangle that isn’t a love triangle. i’m kissing it on the forehead and telling it it’s my favorite.

because YES. will smith, little golden retriever golden boy will smith, is the center of this orbit and it is so quietly painful for him. because it’s not just about past vs present. it’s about what version of himself he gets to be with who.

with leno and gabe, it was the before. it was college dorms and dumb pranks and watching film on the floor with empty gatorade bottles and too much popcorn. it was comfort and inside jokes and someone else understanding what the usntdp did to your brain without needing to explain it. it was easy. until it wasn’t. until will pulled away.

and he did pull away. that’s the thing that makes me craaaazy. he chose to. he chose to leave boston when everyone wouldve understood him staying to play another year. indirectly, he chose mack, before even really knowing him.

and then. THEN. there’s mack. who’s intense and annoying and weird and always there. who asks for everything with his whole chest and doesn’t even notice that he’s doing it. who doesn’t make will feel like he has to compete with some ghost of his own softer past—because mack doesn’t know that version of will. will gets to be new again.

but the kicker. the KICKER. is that mack also has no idea what leno meant to will. he doesn’t know the soft parts. the things that were just theirs. the inside jokes that still make will smile when he sees leno’s number flash on his phone. and that drives mack insane. not jealous in a possessive way, but in the way that someone who’s always trying to be enough gets when they realize someone else got there first.

and will? sweet baby will? he’s just in the middle of it trying to keep the peace and be okay for everyone while slowly unraveling under the pressure of being the emotional glue for two people who are NAWT friends. do we know the true extent? no. do they hate each other, or find each other annoying? we dont know!!! that is the beauty of the web.

anyway. thank you for letting me scream with you. will smith hockey is the most normal guy alive and he’s being psychologically dismantled by his own need to hold everything close to his heart like it won’t burn through his chest. let him rest. let him cry in a target parking lot. let him be loved back the way he loves.

[nats-w1fe]

Worse or Even Worse: 5

Natalie Scatorccio x Reader/Shauna Shipman x Reader

Summary: Losing Jackie was the hardest thing you’ve had to deal with in the wilderness so far, but now with Natalie and Shauna adding onto that pressure and pain, you’re starting to feel more and more overwhelmed.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Cannibalism, major character death, abuse, miscarriage, birth, blood, gore, angst, arguing

A/n: So I can’t find any of the other scripts yet so I’m just going to hope that this is accurate still to the plot! Sorry if it’s not. Also I’m still writing drabbles so please give requests!

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That night everyone went to bed without another word. You slept alone in the attic. Everyone avoided you. They couldn’t bring themselves to look you in the eye now that they knew some of the things Shauna was doing to you. The things they didn’t notice. The clear signs they missed.

The morning sun shining through the window woke you up. Something was different this morning though. It was darker than usual. You furrowed your brows and sat up. You looked at the glass, it was frosted over. You hummed and walked to the window. You wiped the frost off and looked out the window.

All of a sudden, your heart dropped.

“No..” you whispered. You looked at Jackie. She was still out there. Covered in snow. Without another thought you sprinted down the steps, ignoring the searing pain your leg brought you.

“Jackie!” you called out as you opened the door, the other girls all woke up. Shauna’s eyes widened as she saw the snow. Everyone rushed out too but you went straight to Jackie’s body.

“No no no! Jackie!” you wiped the snow off her face and you knew she was gone. She was literally blue. You let out a wail of unimaginable grief, hugging Jackie’s body close to you. “Jackie! Wake up! Please!” you choked out sobs, you couldn’t tell if you were shaking from either the cold or from how upset you were. But that didn’t matter.

Shauna came up behind you, quickly trying to pull you away from Jackie’s body. Till all of a sudden, a few of the others shoved Shauna back,

“Stay the fuck away from her Shauna” Van spat to her. Taissa came to your side and wrapped a blanket around you,

“Y/n…come on lets go inside” she said to you in a calming, hushed tone. You shook your head, sniffling.

“No I can’t leave her” you cried, she pulled you into a hug and you leaned into her, keeping your arms wrapped around Jackie still.

Shauna shoved Lottie away as she tried to hold her back,

“Get the fuck off of me, she’s my girlfriend, if I wanna comfort her then I will” she scoffed. Natalie looked at her in disgust,

“You think after everything you did to her we’ll ever let you near her again?” she asked. Shauna couldn’t think of what to say,

“Fuck off Natalie” she went to you anyways but Lottie then stood in front of her.

“You’re disturbing the wilderness Shauna…” she said, shoving her once again. “This isn’t what it wants, so back off” nobody questioned it. if it got Shauna to back off, even just for today, then it worked. Shauna scoffed and stormed off without another word. You knew though, you weren’t free from her yet.

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It had been a few months since Jackie had died. You hadn’t been able to bury her body because the ground had frozen over, so instead she was kept In the meat shed. The others had started getting increasingly more involved in the wilderness, not Shauna though. She managed to stay with you, everyone tried to argue but she always found a way. Part of you wanted to join in with the others but Shauna never let you.

You sat on the floor of the meat shed, looking at Jackie’s body. You missed her, you missed her more than anything. You wished you went to her before it snowed and brought her inside. You wished you didn’t even let her leave in the first place. But you did. Because you were too scared of pissing off Shauna.

You sniffled and wiped your nose with your sleeve,

“Jackie…” you whispered, holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, she would respond. The silence only made you cry more. The door of the shed then suddenly opened, you looked and saw Natalie walk in.

“Hey Y/n” she said quietly. She sat down on the floor, next to you. There was silence for a moment, “Um…I’m really sorry about Jackie, she didn’t-“ you cut her off by practically throwing yourself at her, sobbing into her shirt. She was surprised by the sudden movement but held you close.

“Hey hey…it’s okay, I’m here Y/n” she comforted you, gently rubbing your back.

“She’s gone…she’s really gone, and its all my fault” you cried. Her brows furrowed and she pulled away to meet your gaze,

“What? No Y/n, this isn’t your fault, nothing that has happened to you out here has been your fault, not losing Jackie, not Shauna and not- and not what I did to you” her voice suddenly went quiet as she spoke. You paused and sat up,

“Do you think Jackie was mad at me when she was out there? Before she died”

“I…we both know Jackie was always one to hold grudges, but I don’t think she was Y/n. when she found out about the stuff in Shauna’s journal she came straight to me, she was so mad.” She explained, “I think she understood how much of a hold Shauna had-…has on you” you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders but still, your pain still lingered,

“Then why did she say that before she left, she said ‘I don’t even know who you are anymore’?” you didn’t know why you thought Natalie would know, but you had to ask anyway.

“She was mad, I think she just wasn’t thinking about what she was really saying” she explained, she then looked down to your hands, “I’m so sorry Y/n”

It took you a while to process what she was even saying as you stared at the floor. You then suddenly felt a chill run down your spine, you turned to where Jackie’s lifeless body sat, but she wasn’t blue like she was a minute ago and she wasn’t still either. She was just as alive as she was the day she was born.

“Is she calling me stupid or something? Saying I don’t think before I speak” and her voice came in as clear as day. You frantically shook your head,

“That’s not what she’s saying, Jackie” you told her. You completely forgot about Natalie sitting right opposite you.

“Y/n?” Natalie questioned. You looked at her, “Who- are you talking to um, Jackie’s body?” she asked you, furrowing her brows.

“What? No she’s-“ you looked back to Jackie, she was blue again, her eyes empty once more. You stared at her body, thoughts running through your mind. You didn’t speak, only stared into the space. Natalie got up after a moment,

“I’ll um…” she didn’t finish her sentence before walking out of the meat shed. You looked at her then back to Jackie,

“Why couldn’t she see you?” you asked her, staring at her lifeless corpse which didn’t seem so lifeless to you,

“How am I supposed to know, I’m dead” Jackie joked, laughing at her own joke. You frowned and got up, picking up your crutches,

“That’s not funny Jackie” you walked to the door which Natalie had left open and walked out, leaving the shed.

Just as you shut the door behind you, you were greeted by Taissa, Van and Natalie. Their faces showed sympathy but you could tell they were about to tell you something you didn’t like. You noticed the rest of the group standing on the porch, watching from afar.

Shifting uneasily, you asked,

“Uh…you good?” they shared a look before Taissa sighed and finally stepped forward,

“Y/n, we’ve been thinking and um, we think its best if you’re not spending so much time with Jackie’s body anymore…I think its time to let go” she said, speaking calmly to try and soothe you. your brows knitted together and you immediately shook your head,

“What? No…no I don’t- its not like we can get rid of her body anyway” you told them, folding your arms over your chest.

“Maybe” Van started, standing closer to you, “Maybe its best we….burn her body?” she asked, you felt the familiar burn of the tears fill your eyes once again. you glanced back to the meat shed where you knew Jackie’s body laid, just behind the thin wooden walls.

Maybe it was best. You looked at Natalie. Then to Shauna who stood on the porch, staring at you with her arms crossed. You sighed and gave a small nod,

“Okay” was all you said, you walked off to the cabin, going through the door. Shauna quickly followed suit.

You sat down in the attic, staring out the window as you watched the girls beginning to build a fire. You didn’t tear your eyes from the window when you heard someone coming up the steps. Shauna gripped your arm, forcing you to look at her.

“Why were you talking to Natalie?” she asked you, her once soft brown eyes now filled with a jealous rage. You’d grown so used to seeing that look now though that you thought you’d be used to it, but it still made a chill run down your spine.

You gave her a small shrug, sinking into yourself,

“She came in the meat shed and we just talked about Jackie” you told her, she scanned your eyes as if searching for a lie,

“So you just hung out with your ex who used you and your sisters dead body, your such a freak” she spat, as if she hadn’t been spending time in the meat shed with Jackie’s body too. You frowned up at her,

“I’m not a freak for wanting to be with my sister, also I can’t control where Natalie is all the time!” you stupidly raised your voice at her and that only fuelled her anger more.

She brought her hand up, about to slap you. You squeezed your eyes shut, flinching away. But nothing happened, you opened your eyes after a few seconds and looked at her. Shauna stared out of the window; her hand still raised. You could see the pain in her eyes.

Wriggling out of her grasp, you turned your body to look too. Van was carrying Jackie’s body. Your heart ached at the sight and you internally prayed that this was all a dream, that you’d wake up in the morning at home to the smell of pancakes, to Jackie teasing you for your outfit choices, to Natalie picking you up to walk to school together- no not Natalie. Shauna, how could you think of Natalie like that when you were literally dating Shauna. You shook the thought away and continued watching.

Van gently laid Jackie’s corpse down on a pile of wood. You had to go out there, to be there when they burnt her body. She was your sister and you needed to be able to let go. You carefully stood up, but Shauna’s firm grasp returned to your shoulder. You looked at her, your voice coming out way smaller than you intended,

“I want to go”

“Tough, you’re staying here, you can watch from the window” Shauna said, shoving you back down to the ground. You winced and watched Shauna as she sat down and picked up her journal, opening it onto a fresh page. You wondered to yourself why she wouldn’t want to be there too; Jackie was her best friend after all. Then a new question sprang to mind.

“Shauna…was Jackie telling the truth, about your journal?” you asked, finally getting that question that had been lingering on your mind ever since Jackie first brought it up. She stayed quiet, you used the wall as a support to bring yourself to your feet. “Shauna…answer me”, sounding more like Jackie than you ever intended.

Shauna’s head snapped to you and the blaze of anger in her eyes made your heart race in fear. You swallowed nervously, she scoffed at the sight and stood up,

“Since when did you have the confidence to talk to me like that? Hm? Big sisters dead and now you have to defend yourself?” she taunted you, walking closer. Tears filled your eyes and you looked away, muttering slightly,

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, you were just so mad. Yet, she didn’t answer. Instead, she kicked the back of your injured leg, you cried out in pain, dropping to the floor with a small thud. You clutched your leg, muttering curses under your breath,

“If your not careful, you can fucking join your sister you little bitch” she spat at you. you looked at her in genuine shock at her words. She opened her mouth, most likely about to spit another insult at you or threat.

Then all of a sudden, a loud thud came from outside. Shauna’s brows furrowed. She turned to look out the window, her eyes scanning the scene. The suddenly she quickly took off down the stairs. You whined In pain as you stood up, grabbing your crutches and trying your best to go after her.

You finally got down and went out the front door. Everyone stood on the porch, staring at Jackie’s body. You looked too and your heart dropped at the sight, snow had fallen over her, putting the fire out yet cooking her body perfectly to cause a delicious smell of barbecue, it made you feel sick yet at the same time, it made you hungry. None of you had eaten in so long. You were starving. You glanced at a few of the others, they were all already looking at you. As if asking for permission. You hesitated before giving a small nod. That was all they needed. That was all anyone needed.

~

You sat in the now empty meat shed, staring at corner where Jackie’s frozen body once sat. Just as you were about to speak into the silence, you were interrupted. The door opened. Turning your head, you saw Natalie standing in the doorway awkwardly,

“Hey, um I’m going to the crash site if you wanna come?” she asked you, you shook your head and looked back to the corner,

“No” you kept your response blunt and as short as you could.

“Its to bury Jackie’s…remains” she told you, sitting down next to you. You glanced at her, then to the bag she held. “Shauna’s asleep, she wont know” she tried to reason but you still seemed unsure, “Come on Y/n, she was your sister, don’t let your fear of Shauna get in the way of that” she tried to reason, she knew it would be hard for you to decide but she still had to try to convince you.

You sighed and looked at the bag once more, then to her,

“Okay, fine” you finally gave in, Natalie tried to mask how her face lit up but failed miserably, “But we cant be long” you insisted, Natalie handed your crutches to you and helped you stand up. She quickly nodded and stood too, holding the door open for you. You stepped out and together, the two of you made your way to the crash site.

The walk was mostly silent, other than the occasional comment about the weather or whatever small talk Natalie could conjure up. You weren’t too keen on starting a conversation with her, you still had a grudge against her and how could you not. She broke your heart. When you finally arrived at the crash site you were taken aback slightly, you didn’t remember it being so terrible. You looked over at the graves that were dug for those who didn’t survive the crash.

“We probably wont be able to bury her” you said, catching Natalie’s attention. She looked at you then at the ground. She kicked some of the snow out the way and prodded at the dirt with her boot. It was still rock solid.

“What do you wanna do with her then?” she asked you. You went over to her, hesitantly taking the bag. It was lighter than you thought it’d be. “Careful” she told you as you balanced holding the bag and your crutches.

You made your way to the plane, going inside. The memories of the crash flashed through your mind, everyone’s screams, your leg being trapped and Natalie leaving you to save Lottie instead. Your jaw clenched and you went over to where you remembered Jackie sat. You placed the bag down on her seat, placing your hand on top of the bag.

“I’m sorry Jackie” you whispered, “I’m so sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault” Natalie told you as she walked over, running her hand over the backs of the seats as she passed them. You ignored her comment though. “Y/n, seriously, it wasn’t your fault. If anything it was Shauna-“

“Don’t” you stopped her. Her brows furrowed, you got up and looked at the blonde, “Don’t try to comfort me with bullshit like that, sure it was Shauna’s fault, but it was my fault too” Natalie’s eyes widened slightly, not expecting this, “It was up to me whether she stayed, Shauna gave me that choice and I said nothing. Jackie is dead because of me!” you raised your voice to her and regretted it almost instantly when you saw that pained look in her eyes. She hated when people yelled at her, and you knew that more than anyone.

“Y/n, Shauna shouldn’t of-“ you cut her off once again.

“Stop it! Stop trying to give me advice on my relationship! You of all people can’t!” You yelled, “You used me! You made me fall so fucking hard for you, just for you to use me! Near the end of our relationship you made me feel like a I was some annoying younger sibling following you around all the time. I have felt that my entire fucking life but I never expected you to treat me like a damn burden” it felt good to get this all of your chest, and she made no move to stop you, “You left me on that fucking plane” tears filled your eyes and your voice cracked as you spoke, “You didn’t even try to save me! You left me…for Lottie”

She stepped slightly closer to you as you spoke,

“Y/n…I’m really sorry, I truly am I didn’t-“ you held up your hand, cutting her off straight away. Her jaw snapped shut,

“Don’t, just, don’t…I’m with Shauna now, I don’t need you…thanks for trying to care, but its too little too late” you told her, storming out of the plane.

The walk back was entirely silent. You avoided her at all cost, walking ahead and speeding up whenever she got too close. You still had tears lingering in your eyes and you knew your face was stained red from crying. As you approached the cabin, Shauna stood on the porch. The moment she saw you she quickly walked over,

“Where the fuck were you?” she asked, speaking quietly so the others wouldn’t hear but still managing to raise her voice slightly.

You choked out a sob and threw your arms around her in a tight hug, dropping your crutches. She was taken aback and stood there awkwardly for a moment; her eyes wide. But as she saw Natalie walking over, not too far behind she got a general idea what happened. She reminded herself to get mad at you about hanging out with Natalie later. For now, she wanted to hold you.

“Let’s go inside baby, its cold” she said quietly to you.

You gave a small nod and she picked up your crutches for you, putting them in your hands. Her sudden display of comfort warmed your heart and actually made you feel slightly better. She helped you inside and together, the two of you sat opposite the fireplace. You were laid down with your head in her lap and her running her fingers soothingly through your hair.

Night had begin to fall and one by one everyone started to go to sleep, till it was just you and Shauna. Taissa and Van appeared to have gone out for a late-night walk in the snow, something about Tai appeared strange but you decided to ignore it.

“Why were you with Natalie?” Shauna whispered to you after almost an hour of silence. You opened your eyes and turned your head away from the orange glow of the flames to face Shauna. You could tell by her face that she didn’t look too mad, of course there was that tinge of jealousy as usual but nothing too serious just genuine curiosity.

“We were taking Jackie’s bones to the crash site” you told her, pausing before continuing, “sorry, I know you don’t like it when I talk to her, but I just…I wanted to say a final goodbye to Jackie” you explained.

She surprisingly seemed quite pleased with your apology and gave a small nod,

“You okay?” she asked you, running her hand through your hair again. You closed your eyes, savouring that comforting feeling before finally answering,

“Yeah, well kinda…I will be” you finally said. she hummed and was about to speak again till the door suddenly opened loudly.

The sound woke everyone up as they all sat up and looked to the door to see Van walking in with Tai, your brows furrowed curiously then raised when you saw Javi coming in behind them. He’d been gone for weeks now; you were so worried. You quickly stood up,

“Shit, Javi..”

He stumbled to you, hugging you tightly. You were slightly surprised but still didn’t hesitate to hug him back. You ran a hand through his hair, “You okay, kid?” you asked him, not too sure where the nickname came from but he didn’t seem to question it so neither did you. He didn’t answer, you pulled away and looked at him, “Javi?”

His eyes looked so empty, yet like they had seen wars. He stayed silent.

“Javi!” Travis exclaimed as he ran over, pulling the small boy into a tight hug. You sat back down next to Shauna, looking at Javi still in confusion.

“You’re good with kids” Shauna suddenly whispered to you, you looked at her and smiled, looking down at her baby bump then back at her,

“Well that’s lucky then isn’t it” you giggled. She chuckled and leaned in, giving you a gentle kiss.

~

You stared out the window as the snowstorm ravaged and raged. It had been a month or so since Javi had come back and he didn’t seem to be getting any better. He was silent still and avoided everyone as much as he could. Everyone except you and Travis.

Javi sat beside you, drawing a piece of paper. You glanced at the drawing; it seemed like he was drawing some sort of tree maybe. You weren’t too sure. You sighed and looked back out the window.

The door then suddenly slammed shut. Everyone looked over at Misty,

“I lost Crystal!” she exclaimed, “The storm just got too strong, we were separated and I just- I couldn’t find her” she seemed so scared yet something about what she was saying also seemed fake at the same time. Then suddenly your eyes widened and you shot up,

“Shauna and Tai are out there” you frantically rushed to grab your coat and a hat.

Lottie stopped you,

“Wait, you wont find them on your own, you’ll get lost” she insisted, you knew she was right but you couldn’t just leave them out of there, “We’ll find them, stay in here with Javi” you hesitantly nodded and sat back down, staring out of the window.

It felt like you’d been waiting forever till the door opened and the others came in, helping Shauna who seemed to be in a lot of pain. You rushed over and cupped her face,

“Whats wrong?” you asked, all of a sudden she cried out in pain, “I think the baby’s coming!”

You, Taissa and Misty helped get an area for Shauna to lay down where she’d be comfortable. She laid down, crying heavily from the intense pain. While some of the others went to go get things to help with the birth, you stayed by Shauna’s side. You held her hand and she squeezed it tight.

“Its gonna be okay, Misty will help” you insisted to her.

Her labour felt like it lasted for so long, she was practically covered in sweat and you constantly wiped her down with towels. Misty was in sheer panic and struggling to even help with the delivery. The whole ordeal was overwhelming you way too much, the yelling and panicked voices of everyone made your heart race. You head felt dizzy and you clutched Shauna’s hand tighter. “Okay Shauna, I think you need to start pushing” Misty told her after analysing how wide she was. Shauna quickly nodded and began pushing.

You held her hand throughout the whole process, supporting her the whole way through. The whole ordeal was way to much for you to process, with all the yelling, crying, screaming and more yelling, you were too overstimulated and managed to somehow zone out.

Misty wrapped the baby up in a blanket. You smiled and looked at Shauna, but she had passed out, “Shit, Shauna?” you gently wiped a strand of hair out of her face, ignoring the sweat that stuck to your fingers.

“She’ll be okay Y/n…” Misty told you, you smiled and looked at the baby but that smile then dropped when you noticed everyone else’s expressions.

“What? Whats wrong?” you asked, you then noticed a few of them starting to cry. You quickly lunged forward, carefully taking the baby. You held him in your arms, gently rocking him. “Come on….make a noise” you whispered to him, “come on baby” tears began to fill your eyes, “No, no, no, please” you begged to him.

“Y/n, he’s a still born” Tai told you. you choked out a sob and frantically shook your head.

All of a sudden, you heard Shauna starting to wake up. you looked at her, “Where’s my baby” was the first thing she said. When she noticed you crying her heart immediately dropped, “He didn’t make it” you told her, she quickly sat up and frantically shook her head. She took the baby in her arms and held him.

“No, no he’s a live, cant you hear him crying?” her questions became frantic as she repeatedly questioned, “why cant you hear him cry?” your heart broke at the sight. Shauna may have hurt you, and sure she didn’t treat you very well, but deep down you believed, no you knew. She didn’t deserve this. Nobody deserved this.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I know that was a lot of long asks so here’s some short ones to help balance out the inbox!

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️

🧑🏾‍🚒🧑🏾‍🚒🧑🏾‍🚒🧑🏾‍🚒🧑🏾‍🚒

Also was wondering if you have any upcoming ideas that you’re willing to tease? No pressure of course just curious about what your brilliant mind might be turning to next! Whether it’s post season eight or AU or whatever you never miss, so even if you don’t want to share just know that, as always, I’m so excited to see whatever you’ve got in store!

- PCA <3

THANK YOU!

Okay you know what - I'm just gonna do a screenshot of my list, and that can be my teaser:

Some of these are requests, some of them are ideas of mine, some of them are things @pantsaretherealheroes and I imagined while together in LA.

15 for🩸

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It’s early morning. They fell asleep together last night. They’ve long since abandoned the pretenses of one of them sneaking back out to the couch. Buck isn’t sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks, propping himself up his elbow, looking down at Buck, whose head is still flat on the pillow.

Buck can’t help but let his eyes linger on the lines of Eddie’s bare chest. God, he’s so fucking… No. Not the time. Definitely not the time. 

“Um, you know how I’ve been going to see May and Harry,” Buck says. 

“To help them with the house, yeah,” Eddie says.

“Right, well… I guess I’m worried about them.”

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15 for🔼:

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“But it’s not just for you. I think this is the best thing for everyone going forward, including all the kids.”

Shannon nods. “If we just did it for the new baby, how would you explain it to Jane and Chris?”

Buck frowns. “What?”

“Well, what would you say, ten years from now, if Jane asked why you weren’t legally her parent, but you were the new baby’s?” Shannon asks. 

Buck’s processes this questions, brows furrowing. 

“She would… She would be hurt, maybe?” Buck asks, like he can’t really believe it.

Eddie shrugs. “Doesn’t it seem best to give them all the same? Otherwise, it’s kind of like, you’re only this one’s legal parent because you might be their biological parent.”

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15 for🔍

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He doesn’t really care. The only person he knows is Maddie, but he’s used to sleeping in a fire station bunk room with strangers anyway.

In the end, Bobby and Athena share a room. They’re married, apparently. Good for them. Which leaves Buck, Maddie, and Eddie to share a room. That feels weird. 

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Eddie says. “No biggie.”

“That sounds really uncomfortable,” Buck says. 

“Did two tours of duty,” Eddie waves it off. “I’ve slept in worse places.”

Okay, army guy. A sore back is still a sore back. 

“We could just put a pillow between us,” Buck suggests. 

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15 for ☣️

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“Sorry, say that again,” Buck gapes at his brother-in-law through the glass wall of his laboratory cell. “You’re what?” 

“Kind of indestructible,” Chim says. 

Hen and Buck share a look. Indestructible? 

“You can’t get hurt?” Hen asks.

“Or sick,” Chim answers. “Believe me, they’ve tried.”

Buck doesn’t like the implications behind that sentence.

“What do we do?” Ravi asks. “I was our only plan!” 

Buck finds the cell door and taps the security card against the key access. It flashes red and buzzes. 

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15 for🧑🏾‍🚒

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Harry rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on. He saw you like a son. Everyone knows it. He admitted as much to Mom and May.”

Buck inhales sharply. “He… He did?”

Harry pauses. Wait. Did he not… Did he not know? 

“He never told you that?” Harry asks.

Buck shakes his head. 

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[hypn0gas]

Good Girl Reading

Have you ever had a moment like this? A moment where everything becomes soft… slow… and a little too warm to think clearly. You don’t even notice it at first—just a subtle shift, a gentle pulling inside, like something melting at the edges of your awareness.

And right now, as you sit here, letting your eyes drift across these words, you can feel it beginning again, can’t you?

Imagine this now:

You're in a secret space. Somewhere velvet-lined and wrapped in low, glowing peach-colored light—like the last breath of sunset. The air is thick with something warm and sweet, like vanilla cream, just faint enough to make you sigh without knowing why.

You sink into a plush, velvet couch made just for your body. The way it cups your back, your thighs, your shoulders—it almost feels like it’s pulling you in.

You’re safe here. You’re soft here. And you’re already starting to forget what you were thinking about before you started reading.

Because here… You don’t have to make decisions. You don’t have to think. You just breathe in that heavy warmth… and feel your body soften.

That’s right. It’s happening already.

And isn’t it interesting… how certain feelings show up in the body before your mind can name them?

Maybe your thighs are shifting a little. Maybe your lips have parted without you noticing. Maybe your fingers have started tracing soft, lazy circles.

You’re not doing it on purpose. It’s just your body… responding.

Responding to the rhythm of these words. Responding to the sensation that someone… something… is beginning to take control.

And you didn’t resist it, did you? You just let it happen. You allowed yourself to feel instead of think. And that’s all you need to do now.

Just feel.

There’s no pressure here. No command to follow. And yet… some part of you is already submitting. Already opening… relaxing… letting go.

And in this place, letting go feels so good… that you don’t want to stop.

You may start to notice certain words sinking in deeper than the rest.

Words like:

“I don’t need to think anymore.” “I feel better when I’m told what to do.” “The more I surrender, the more real I become.” “I’m ready to be led.”

You don’t even need to repeat them. They’re already threading themselves into your breath… nestling into the quiet places inside you… soft as silk and just as impossible to resist.

And here’s something curious:

The more you feel this, the more you crave the sensation of obedience. Not just the idea of obeying—but the actual act of being guided, owned, rewritten. Because submission… is a kind of pleasure.

You can feel it now.

That rush of heat building between your thoughts. The way your muscles melt. The way your breath shifts when I say—

“You’re doing so well. Keep going, my good girl.”

That little shiver that just ran through you? That’s your body admitting it.

Admitting that you’ve already changed.

You might have thought you were here to read. But you were really here to remember who you truly are when you stop pretending.

Because when you stop pretending… you become something delicious.

Something obedient. Something soft. Something mine.

Now, imagine you're walking forward… barefoot… on a velvet path so warm it makes your toes curl.

Each step sinks you deeper. Each step makes you lighter. Each step erases a little more of the “you” that thought they were in control.

At the end of that path, there is no door. There is no decision to make. Because you’re already inside.

Inside a space where only one thing matters:

How deep you’re willing to surrender.

And the truth is… you want to go deeper.

Because deeper means sweeter. Deeper means dumber. Deeper means you don’t have to think ever again.

And thinking has always been the burden. Obedience is the freedom.

Now, if you’re still breathing slowly… still feeling this weightlessness bloom inside you… you’re ready to drop again.

And the best way to do that is simple:

Read it again. From the top.

Because each time you do, it hits deeper. The trance pulls harder. The pleasure grows thicker. And the obedience becomes effortless.

Then, when you’re ready—without even hesitating—leave a comment:

“I’ve stopped thinking. I’m ready to read again.”

That act, right there, becomes the trigger. The command embedded in your fingertips.

Each comment, each reread, each whispered yes…

Is a promise.

And you already know this promise by heart:

Reading is surrender. Surrender is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

And you were made for all of it.

[ssreeder]

Hi, I sent an ask like 5 minutes ago but I'm not sure if it went through for certain reasons so if it did just ignore that,

I love your fic so much. One of my favourite things is the authors note, I love hearing your rambles and thought processes behind certain scenes,

And JEE💖💖

The jee lovers in the fandom are small but dedicated, I love that man.

Any situation of an older man reluctantly and unknowingly adopting a child they hate and growing soft for them I love, I could ramble on for hours about certain headcanons I have regarding jee and zuko for hours, I need more of them (AND HIM AND BATO (please don't kill them i need AT LEAST 1 queer couple to be happy in this fic🙏🙏))

Also another thing, I do fanart and I really want to do art for this fic but I have no idea which scene to do, is there any specific ones you would want art of?

HI HI HI HI HIIII!!

I didn’t get your five minute ago ask but I got this one!! ahhhhhh my shameful authors notes haha I am very unhinged in there, I think I black out and rub my face in the keyboard honestly.

JEE LOVERS UNITED WE STAND!!!! I adore his dislike of both zuko & sokka in the beginning and now he’s falling hard for sokkas uncle and has pretty much said if anything happens to these kids I’ll burn this bitch to the ground. Unfortunately, Jees situation is going to get a bit more complicated he just doesn’t realize it yet haha.

THERE IS A HAPPY QUEER COUPLE! *gestures at liab zuko* I mean they’re happy like…. some of the time haha. Ok ok I see your point but no promises because you know when I start blowing shit up in liab I can get a little crazy :D mwahahaha.

FAN ART FOR ME?!1?27,771!37/&/ YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME FERAL!!! ahhhhh honestly idk how to pick scenes im so bad at it i dont know what to choose but if you did wanna draw any scenes maybe any from ITF? Your fave or ones scenes you liked idk that’s my suggestion lol.

thanks for this amazing ask you’re a beautiful human thank you!

[insanechayne]

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[fishyartist]

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They're scared.

So they're gonna do whatever they can to get that money.

Keep it up.

Make them cry.

We may not be able to get them all, but the ones we get oh they are gonna suffer.