#and couldn't write it down until now ofc but you know?? i did NOT expect it to be longer than 1 maybe 2 paragarphs

[kurokawaia]

thoughts on sasuke with pregnant reader (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) (don't feel pressured if you don't want to write it Honey!! you know i love what you write either way 🫂)

Oh my goodness^^ ofc i'll share my thoughts nonnie!! you're too sweet omg 🫂🫂

CW/TW :: pregnancy, fem!reader, thelast!sasuke/postwar!sasuke, reader is a medical ninja

I can just imagine that on his travels that you are there with him. He is the one that asked you to come which surprised you because you'd never thought he would, until he did. During the time you were together, wondering outside the village, going to various places, you landed up pregnant.

This wasn't something to be disappointed of! No! In fact, Sasuke was the one who first brought up the topic, expressing his interest and you wanted to as well. The only problem was... how dangerous it would be for you now that you are having a child.

Sasuke and you managed to come to an agreement, that you'd go back to the village and he'd continue to travel around for two weeks before coming back for a week to spend time with you until you were further along, to which he'd stay three weeks and leave for only a couple days.

You were around 19 weeks pregnant and the both of you have been in the village for only a mere couple of hours after reporting in with the Hokage. He didn't even suspect a thing, you were wearing a coat which covered your body so he couldn't tell, only that you informed him that you wouldn't be travelling anymore due to some health issues.

But, this is were all the 'drama' starts. You're out getting some groceries because there is nothing in the house, nothing. You changed out from your ninja attire to something more comfortable, a fitted maxi dress which did, very obviously, show of your growing baby bump. Casually, you were just plopping in the stuff you and Sasuke needed into the smaller trolley's (sasuke isn't here bc naruto dragged him away to get some ramen, you said you're a strong independent woman who can shop herself (●'◡'●) )

This is when the stares start to begin. Because not only can they see your pregnant, but they can see the Uchiha Clan symbol sewn onto the back of your dress. The Uchiha symbol on your back wasn’t exactly subtle, and with your bump showing, it was pretty clear who you were and what was going on. You can feel the stares, you were only gone for what 7 months, that's not that long but you guessed that it was the fact that you left not pregnant and came back so.

It wasn’t every day they saw Sasuke Uchiha’s partner out and about anyways, since you work at the hospital AND being pregnant. That's a shocker. A group of older women passed by, their eyes lingering a little longer than usual. You didn’t blame them. Sasuke wasn’t exactly the type to be open about his personal life, and here you were, very obviously carrying his child. They probably never expected to see this side of him.

After a while, you headed to the checkout, noticing the stares hadn’t really stopped. You couldn’t help but think about how different life was now. Being with Sasuke always meant people were watching, but now, with a baby on the way, it felt even more intense. But you knew it is only because they never thought they'd ever see the day he'd settle down, and now he has!

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[dolicekiss]

Hi I'm not sure if you're taking requests (i don't know how the request work so sorry)

Could u write a one-shot, where Reader and Duncan have a mission and them go to the place but before do the work, they arrive at a hotel and them only rent a room with one bed (obviously) Duncan tells her that he'll take the bed and she'll sleep on the floor, then he go to take a shower and she doesn't care about his request and takes the bed, Duncan comes out and them start to fight because she didn't listen him, until she suggests that both take the bed (Duncan don't like the idea but don't decline and just does it) after a while she stars to tempt him at first he's angry bout all the situation, but the moment takes another path and u alr know (smut) if u r comfortable with ofc. (And sorry my english isn't great sorry for the type errors)

This is an idea of one chat with a bot of c.ia but the bots r not as good as a writer <3

♡: anon i know about this bot and i have done some freaky stuff w it 🤭 i love this request

Contumacious

PAIRING: Duncan Vizla x Bratty!Reader

CONTENT WARNING: smut (18+, mdni), unprotected sex, age gap (reader is in her twenties), bratty reader, dominant duncan, tension, oral (male receiving), duncan calls reader ‘little girl’, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, biting, slight blood, degrading, talkative duncan, slight (very minor) fluff at the end.

SYNOPSIS: On a mission, Duncan decides to stay at a hotel room for further planning and to rest. But when he orders you to take the floor and decides to stake his claim over the bed, things become heated between the two of you.

Duncan didn't expect to see a single bed in the room when he stormed in, along with you, who carried your own bag of basic necessities.

Frustration was as clear as water on his rough features when he realized he'd have to sacrifice a good night's sleep if he were to allow you slumber along him.

So he didn't sacrifice shit.

The man dropped his duffle bag over the bed, in a way branding it as his. “I get the bed, you get the floor.”

You couldn't even oppose because he'd already left for the bathroom, assuming to take a shower. Your lips formed a frown, brows furrowing. Just who did Duncan Vizla think he was? You both were equals on this mission, sent by Damucles to strike down a Mexican mob boss.

Duncan being older didn't mean he could do as he wished. You stood firm on give respect in order to receive it, age had nothing to do with it. You also placed your bag on the bed and slipped off your boots, sprawling across it.

If you had to take the bed forcefully, then so be it.

When Duncan was finished with his shower and came out, he was the least bit pleased with the sight afore him. You on your stomach, laying on the bed, feet up in the air and oscillating.

His bushy eyebrows scrunched in irritation. The man stormed towards you, standing right in front of you and you lifted your gaze up fron the pistol in your hands. Only to acknowledge him before going back to toying with the weapon in your hands.

That only worked to raise his anger more.

“I told you the bed is mine. Get your little ass off it.” You lifted your head, to face him and then slid off the bed. Now standing right in front of him — gaze unwavering and posture strong. Duncan knew you were one hell of a stubborn brat. He'd come across you before and he hated every bit of it.

You placed your hand on your hip.

A pose that struck him with a lash of irritation.

“It is a big bed and who are you to claim it first? Just because you're old, you think you can come in here and order me around?” Duncan’s eyes flared up. Nostrils expanding and the anger on his face was like embers swirling in lava.

He took a step forward. “Listen here, little girl. I might be old but you could never reach the amount of missions I have been successful at, nor do you know real struggle. Try sleeping in the Siberian Winds with no clothes, not a single thread to cover your damn body.”

You couldn't believe it.

He was rubbing his life experiences in your face as if he didn't himself chose to work for Damocles.

He became the black kaiser because he wanted to.

In the heat of the prickling anger, you also stepped forward. Your chest brushing against his. “You chose that for yourself but I won't let you choose the bed. Either we both sleep on it together or you take the fucking floor. There's no way in hell I'm sleeping on the floor.”

Duncan groaned.

He knew of the abundance stubbornness you possessed. There was no way you would back out, knowing that the way you got yourself snuck into his mission was by being completely adamant and demanding money if not allowed in.

But he too couldn't retreat, as his pride was on the line. “I could easily throw you on the floor, little girl.”

You snickered. “I'd like to see you try.”

Duncan stared at you. Drinking in your petite form and how small you were in comparison to him. Primal and dark was what stirred within the base of his abdomen when his mind finally grasped on how pathetic you were. Indeed you were a trained killer, amazing at martial arts too but Duncan knew against him you stood no chance.

Due to the diligence of your work and mission, Duncan never really focused on your features.

Your challenge nearly caused him to pick you up and toss you on the damn floor. Duncan raised his hand — fingers opening to wrap around your throat. The inside of his fingers brushed across your throat and you swallowed tightly, waiting for him to act out his aggression.

Duncan’s hand fell.

Your brow raised at his defeat. “Fine but you better keep at your side. If I see a damn leg or arm of yours on my side, you best believe I'm choppin’ it off.”

You dismissed him with your hand and Duncan’s hand formed into a fist. He really wanted to teach you a lesson. Hating how you paraded around Damocles like you were the only one, an egoistic but skilled assasian.

Just for the sake of the mission, Duncan let it go.

He settled on the bed on one side and watched you take out your own clothes from the duffle bag, making your way to the bathroom. In your hand were some panties and a loose, button up shirt. It was what you'd managed to pack in a hurry when you were told about your mission with Duncan.

Honestly, you sort of looked up to him.

No one was as heavily respected in Damocles as he was.

The Black Kaiser.

Aim perfect and sharp. He knew so many ways to discard the enemy and you'd only witnessed a few of them on this mission. It filled you with unbridled excitement when you'd finally landed yourself with him.

Your shower was relaxing. Warm water soothing all your strained muscles — the combat sure taking its toll on you. Slow hands caressing the skin, ridding of it any dirt that lingered. After done shampooing your hair and washing your body, you dried yourself and changed into your clothes.

The outfit was sultry to say the least but you knew Duncan was a man who would never find you attractive.

You knew of his irritation and annoyance aimed at you. It was honestly adorable at times how he got pissed, finding joy in pushing at his buttons.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Duncan’s head snapped into your direction and his expression hardened. There you sauntered towards the bed with bare thighs and plush breasts peeking out from within the confines of your shirt.

He swallowed, his adjustment of himself not slipping past you.

You laid down on the bed and let out a sigh, finally finding peace. A good night’s rest was surely needed and this bed could provide it all. As you shifted to find a comfortable position, your shirt rose up in the friction exposing the black lining of your panties.

Duncan caught a glimpse of it.

His eyes darkening.

“Could've worn something warmer.” Duncan said, not looking at you. A scowl made its way across your face as you sat up, body strength on your palms. Leaning forward made your loose shirt fall by your sides, cleavage revealed.

“You got a problem with everything, old man.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Is that your only retort? Calling me old?” He snapped, staring at you. For a moment his gaze lingered to your lips and then back up to your face. Eyes filled to the brim with frustration and something – dark too. Lust or maybe anger.

“Are you not old? I bet you can't even get it up anymore.” You chuckled and that seemed to have crossed the line. Duncan reached for you, hand entangling in your hair. You felt him tug on the roots and pull you closer, face only a mere inches away from yours.

Your breath hitched.

Fighting him right now could get really dirty and you wanted to see how far Duncan was willing to go. His action only working to entice you. “You really should watch your damn mouth, little girl. I don't take nicely to such disrespect.”

You let out a chuckle. “Accept it. You cannot get it up, old man.”

Duncan’s fist tightened, nostrils flaring at your impolite words. You stared at him, your tongue slithering out like an enticing snake and running across the plump of your lips in an attempt to seduce him. “Or can you? I've heard older men fuck better. Is that true, Duncan?”

Duncan growled.

He tugged you down, to between his legs. Duncan nuzzled your face against the tent in his trousers. His bulge protruding as he shoved your face against it. “Does that look like I can't get it up, little girl?”

You shook your head slowly, hands hastily moving to pull down his trousers, paired with his briefs. His cock sprung out, nearly hitting you in the face and a soft gasp escaped your lips. It was big — fucking massive and you hadn't expected a man of Duncan's age to have such a big cock. Precum sheened over his tip.

It was thick and you knew the pain of the stretch inside you would be delicious. Veins ran from its base, disappearing underneath the pink tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, fingers gently wrapping around the girth.

A sweet hiss fell from Duncan’s lips.

You parted your lips and pushed out your tongue, running it in little licks over his tip, managing to taste his salty precum. Duncan’s breath grew heavier along each lick — chest moving in a slow rhythm.

His fingers still drowned in your hair. Duncan tugged harder, an indication for you to pick up. So you did, wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking it in, taking his fat cock all the way into your tight mouth until it had fully disappeared. You could feel it slip past the little uvula hanging in the air of your mouth, the warm flesh feeling like embers over your tongue.

“Jesus, you're pretty good at taking a cock.”

A giggle almost slipped — you attempted to breath through your nose and salvated around his throbbing dick. Your eyes met Duncan’s drowsy ones and as you whimpered, the vibrations from your throat shot straight through his abdomen.

His hands guided down your head furthermore, burying your nose into his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Duncan pulled you up, only to slam his cock back inside your mouth. A repetitive action, his thighs shaking and flexing whenever the wetness and constriction of your throat welcomed him. Panting like a hungry beast, he fucked himself into your mouth.

Hips snapping up in desperate thrusts to gain his release.

“Good little girl. This is what your mouth is made for—what it's supposed to do.” He grunted when your struggles began in the form of small hands lightly punching at his thick thighs. “You're only a cocksucking little bitch.”

Tears stung your eyes from how horribly you gagged all over him. His tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat while moaning out loud. Divulging his pleasure to the people outside the hotel room.

Duncan loved the way you gagged around his cock. Tears sitting prettily in your beautiful eyes and he couldn't help but feel himself come near at the sight of you, this weak and pathetic underneath him. If he'd known sharing a bed would lead to this, the man would've given up in one single breath.

“Fuck—fuck. I'm close, I'm so fuckin’ close, my little girl. Keep suckin’ my cock like that, like the filthy bitch you are.” Duncan was vocal.

That was for sure and you enjoyed every bit of it.

After fucking your mouth for quite some time, Duncan finally shot loads of warm fluid down your throat. You struggled, kicking and thrashing everywhere but he didn't let go. He only continued to ride out his orgasm, feeling his own cock lubing up in the process of fucking his cum down your throat.

When he let you go, you promptly pulled back with a loud gasp. A sharp intake of oxygen. Cum and saliva dribbling in rivulets down your chin, tears wetting your cheeks. Duncan watched as your tits rose up and down, bouncing down slightly whenever you dragged in air.

Your eyes widened when you saw how Duncan’s soft cock suddenly became hard again, rising up. Curved and strong — tip caressing his abdomen. It was embarrassing for you because you'd called him out for not being able to get it up, here he was. In his late fifties, ready to fuck you dumb.

“Fuck you lookin�� at? Hop on.”

Your pussy throbbed. An insatiable ache that only his delicious cock could satisfy. You tossed one leg over his waist, while holding his cock with your hand. Aligning it at your hole, you finally sunk down on it. Duncan and you groaned in unison.

Feeling his cock enter you was such an indecipherable feeling. He filled you all the way, his tip reaching your womb almost. You placed both your palms over his chest, running your nails into the grey and black hair on his chest. Your lips parted, eyes rolled as you fully consumed him.

“Such a hungry fuckin’ pussy you've got. Taking me all the way in.” Duncan raised his hand and smacked your ass. “Cmon, move now.”

You obliged — beginning to grind your hips. In a slow back and forth rhythm. Duncan’s head was thrown back, pressed into the headboard while both his hands settled at your hips. Helping you grind down on his cock. You didn't even want to move, that's how much you fucking relished in him filling you up but then he lifted you, slamming you back down on his cock.

“Yeah, just like that.” He growled when you started to slide up and down. Hopping like a damn bunny in heat, feeling his veiny thick cock rub at your sensitive walls. Your whines were loud and prominent through the room as you held tightly onto his broad shoulders.

Lips agape and hair wet from the shower, it made you appear ten times prettier than you were. Duncan’s cock only hardened more, if possible inside you. The tremor in your whole frame was slowly becoming known to him and he scoffed, a breathty grunt leaving his lips. “Can't even fuck yourself on my cock and you have the audacity to speak to me with disrespect.”

“I'm sorry,” came a whimper from you. Nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, dragging them down into tiny slits.

Duncan helped you ride him, both his hands tugging at the flesh of your rear. He drove himself into you, in and out, in a fast rhythm. It was all too hot. Your body felt like it was boiling up and Duncan’s hands moved up to hold your breasts, thumbs flicking the nipples.

Dark brows furrowed and lips fallen apart, he let out aggressive grunts like some hounddog that couldn't have enough of you. “Pathetic whore. Jus’ a pathetic little whore who needed to be fucked. If—fuck,” he grunted, balls throbbing. “If you craved a cock this badly, you could've said so.”

Your eyes squeezed shut and walls gripped him like a vice. Duncan leaned forward and bit down on your shoulder, teeth digging into the skin hard enough to draw blood. He continued making you ride him, loving the way your tits bounced in his hands. A feeling driving him delirious.

The sound of skin against skin grew.

A languorous heat spread in your lower stomach. An indicator of your upcoming orgasm. Duncan’s hands kept playing with your soft mounds — his teeth littering bite marks at where your neck and shoulder became one and the way his hammered his cock inside your cunt was enough to push you over the edge.

Your arms flew to his shoulders, holding him tightly. “Duncan, ‘m gonna cum. ‘m so close, please.”

He looked up at you, loving the warmth you produced when you'd clung onto him like a koala to a tree. He pressed his lips over yours, something he himself was in shock at. His teeth tugged at your lower lip, sucking on it and as the kiss warmed, so did your cunt.

Duncan groaned as you slammed down on his cock repeatedly. A strong and soul chilling orgasm tearing through you. Eyes rolling back to your head and whimpers of sensitivity echoing in the room. He held you tightly as you came, enjoying how your little frame suffered from convulsions under his hold.

Duncan didn't give you a chance to even register your climax. He'd already began thrusting up your cunt, arms wrapped around your waist in a bone crushing hold. “Wait—wait! I still— oh my god.”

He didn't let you relax.

After all he too needed to cum.

Duncan could feel the throbbing sensation in his balls and the pulsating of his fat cock inside you. With a few, harsh strokes delivered inside your pussy, he released himself and your head buried in his neck from the feeling of being filled to the brim. His hot cum shot out, rope by rope, decorating the gummy walls of your pussy.

You could feel all of it.

Heightened sensitivity.

Your body went limp over his, leisurely dropping and Duncan held you. Both of you panted like wild animals who'd just got done finishing their preys. Your breathing was uneven and your throat was parched. Duncan heaved out, his low groans sending waves of sparks to your aching cunt again.

Thick fingers running up and down your bare back, with his other hand he caressed your hair. He wasn't rough when it came to sex but at times he felt like destroying your cunt whenever you'd speak to him in that stuck up, vicious little tone.

Duncan’s hand that played with your hair suddenly tightened, fingers pulling on the soft locks and you whimpered.

You were thrown off his lap on the bed. Appalled at his actions, you turned to look at him but Duncan only pressed your head further into the bed with his large hand. His other hand pulled your lower body, bending your knees.

“Wh-What are you doing?” You gasped out, the question coming out muffled.

Duncan let out a chuckle. “You thought we were done, hm? There ain't no way we're done with one round, little girl.”

You couldn't even resist as Duncan sunk his cock into you. Back arching and spine curving, a muffled whine of need and satisfaction echoing. He held you down as he thoroughly fucked you, his hips colliding with yours. Balls hitting the swollen stripe of your cunt.

“Look at you.” His bated breath increased your libido, as you were also speechless at his. Duncan was still ready to go on meanwhile you were struggling with staying still. Tired and drained from all his harsh strokes.

His grip on your hair tightened as he pulled you up to his chest, locking you firmly. Duncan pulled out then pushed right back into you, his tip reaching your womb. A small bulge forming on your stomach everytime he slammed back into you. Tears of overstimulation dropped like pearls on your face and Duncan moaned in your ear.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He praised.

Your walls clenched.

Duncan hissed and felt his strokes become steady, dragging across your spongy walls to feel them. Then he climaxed inside you, filling you up again once more. This time his cum dripped out of you, making a mess on his own cock and your thighs. Pussy glistening from the slick, cum and your own climax.

Duncan pulled out and pushed you back down on the bed.

He also collapsed next to you.

Chest rising up and down, breath a broken rhythm. You sniffled into the pillows, thighs shivering the overstimulation you'd suffered at the hands of Duncan. He wasn't as cruel as you'd depicted him to be. Duncan reached for you, pulling you closer to him and wrapping an arm around your waist.

His large arm covering the expanse of your chest.

“Sorry, little girl. You piss me off a lot.” He whispered and you flipped to face him, burying your face in his chest. “And I'll continue to piss you off.”

Despite the fact that he'd pretty much blown your back out twice, you still held on to your defiant traits. He let out a laugh, reaching over to grab a cigarette and light it up.

Dragging in a smoke, he brought the cigarette to your lips and your parted them, allowing him to settle it between them. You pursued his actions and released the smoke through your nostrils.

“That feels good.”

Duncan smiled. “Better than my cock?”

“Oh shut up.”

[almond-tofuuu]

Zayne x reader break up prank on him?!? How'd he react?!?

Break up prank on Dr Zayne?! Ofc it's only a prank, none of us would actually wanna leave this man 😚

Playing with hearts💙

Warnings: none except for bad writing and a little bit of angst (happy ending tho bc I cannot bear to hurt this man 😭)

It all began on a lazy afternoon, the sunlight filtering softly through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. You and Tara found yourselves with an unexpected surplus of free time. With no urgent missions or reports looming over your heads, you decided to indulge in a few rounds of kitty cards.

As you shuffled the deck, Tara's mischievous grin hinted at an impending scheme. "How about we up the stakes a bit?" she suggested, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Winner gets to choose a dare for the loser."

You paused, considering her proposal. You'd been on a winning streak so far, your kitty card skills unmatched. With a shrug and a confident smile, you agreed, eager for the challenge.

But fate had other plans.

"...I lost?" you muttered to yourself, disbelief washing over you as you stared at the cards in your hand. Tara had orchestrated a flawless victory, leaving you stunned and humiliated. She reveled in her triumph, a victorious gleam in her eyes.

With a resigned sigh, you accepted your defeat and braced yourself for Tara's dare. Little did you know, it would lead to a moment of unexpected turmoil.

Which brings you to where you are now, standing awkwardly outside of Zayne's office as he's typing away on his laptop, oblivious to your current predicament. Tara's 'brilliant dare' was for you to pull a prank on Zayne, pretending to breakup with him, and as a woman of your word, you were determined to see it through. However, as you hovered in the doorway, watching your loving boyfriend hard at work, you couldn't help but feel guilty about what you were about to do. Taking a deep breath you put your nerves aside and sauntered up to his desk. Hearing you approach, Zayne raised his head to look at you, a small smile gracing his face and his eyes softening upon seeing you.

"I wasn't expecting to see you until later tonight, what brings you here, love? You haven't gotten yourself injured again, have you?" Zayne asks gently, his eyes scanning your body for any signs of injuries.

Your resolve wavered as you met his gaze, his concern melting away your confidence. But you pressed on, determined to execute the prank with finesse.

"No, Zayne, I'm not injured.... But I think we need to talk" you try to keep your voice steady as you speak, knowing Zayne is very perceptive so you need to do this right if you want to successfully prank him.

"Oh, it sounds like you've got something important to tell me" Zayne's brow furrowed, sensing the gravity of your words. He rose from his desk, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch with a gentle touch, "go on, what is it you need to say, love?"

As you prepared to deliver the fake breakup, guilt weighed heavy on your heart. But you steeled yourself, unable to back down now. With a deep breath, you uttered the words, your voice barely above a whisper, "I-... I think we should break up..."

One second passes.....then two, three, four.... The silence is suffocating. After 30 seconds of no response from him, you sigh and look up at him, assuming he already realised it was a prank. However, when you finally see his face, your heart breaks. His brows were furrowed in confusion, lips parted slightly as if he's trying to speak but can't quite get the words out, and his eyes, you've never seen such raw emotion in his eyes, and you realise they're glossy with tears he is trying desperately to hold back. Before you could retract your words, Zayne spoke, his voice laced with pain.

"I see... I'm sorry that you're not longer happy with me... I'm aware that my work takes up a lot of my time, and perhaps I haven't given you as much attention as you deserve..." he trails off, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he fights to keep his composure.

In that moment, you curse yourself for agreeing to that damn bet. Your facade shatters, tears blurring your vision as you reach for him, hands gently cradling his face, desperate to undo the damage. "No, Zayne, please don't think like that!" you pleaded, your voice breaking. "You make me feel like the most special girl in the world! It was just a prank, a really stupid prank. I love you, Zayne."

"A prank?..... You mean, you don't actually want to break up?" Zayne's eyes search yours, hopeful that you're telling the truth.

Nodding, you reply earnestly "Yes, it's all because I lost a bet with Tara. I love you, Zayne, I don't want to break up with you"

It takes him a minute to fully register what you had said, but when he finally does he exhales a shaky sigh of relief, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest, head buried in the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent, trying to calm himself. You both stay like that for a few minutes, Zayne refusing to let you go, his voice barely audible as he softly whispers into your ear "please don't ever do that again.... I can't bear the thought of losing you... You are everything to me"

[vaguesxrrow]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE EDWIN X RECENTLY DEAD MALE READER!!!! I NEED MORE MLM READER STUFF AND ALSO I'M A SUCKER FOR THE LONG DEAD AND USED TO IT/THE RECENTLY DEAD CONFUSED AND SCARED THING!!!!

hii yes ofc ! lovedd writing this so i hope u enjoy reading :>>

edwin payne / recently dead!reader

a/n: reader's cause of death is unspecified aside from he died on the street, and also he has an apartment.

anddd uh i forgot that death usually comes for newly dead people... so excuse that inaccuracy please or explain it away with how reader ran away from his body

wc: 1886

tags: male reader, ghost reader

cw's: mention of death, panic attacks (all not detailed)

you ran, leaving your body behind you where it lay on the sidewalk, limp and as still as rigor mortis (you never thought that saying could be applied literally, but now it was, and wasn't that crazy?).

you were panicking, you vaguely registered, as the passerby's and the cars seemed to blur in your vision. people kept passing right through you, and you hunched in on yourself. even if you couldn't feel them (which was also a new, unwelcome epiphany), it still made your skin crawl.

until - a firm hand rested on your shoulder. your breath hitched, like you couldn't quite figure out if the touch was welcome or not.

"are you quite alright?" the hand's voice asked. you looked up, half expecting to see a horror movie-style ghost. instead, however, you were met with angled features that were sharp, yet softened by visible concern at the same time. the boy's brown eyes were narrowed, and his hair looked a little wind swept.

okay. definitely a welcome touch.

"can you hear me? are you alright?" he repeated.

you snapped out of your stupor. "oh," you said dumbly. "i- i don't... know."

he cocked his head to the side, sympathy in the way he pursed his lips and his gaze became gentler. "what do you last remember?"

"...i was walking. and then... i wasn't? it's kind of black after that. i was laying down when i came to..." your eyes widened. you meant to ask, 'am i dead?', but instead what came out was a strangled, "oh my god."

"it is important to remain calm," edwin advised. "i can help you."

you nodded vigorously. "okay, yeah, i could use your help." especially because your voice was getting an octave higher with every word you spoke. so much for remaining calm.

before you knew it, the boy had guided you to a bench and sat you on it, plopping down right next to you as he waited for you to regain your composure. his arm was around yours, securing you snugly to his side - it was comforting.

"i'm dead, aren't i?" you intoned numbly.

he sighed. "yes. but that does not mean everything is over."

"earlier... everyone just passed through me. like i wasn't there at all."

"it is lonely, at first. but then it is not," he said. "take my case for example - my best mate is charles - he's dead as well - and we have two alive friends named crystal and niko, who are part of the small proportion of people who can see us. when you find the right people, it becomes very difficult to feel lonely."

"charles, crystal, and niko..." you repeated. "and what's your name?"

"edwin payne."

"nice to meet you, edwin. and thanks for helping. i'm [name]."

"not a problem," edwin said. "my friends and i are often in the habit of assisting ghosts, although you are the first recently dead i have personally come across in a very long time."

"how long?" you inquired. "i mean, when did you... kick the bucket?"

"1916," he told you gently.

your eyes widened. "riiight."

you fell silent again. as you were contemplating your current circumstances, several voices yelled edwin's name.

approaching you were three people. two girls - one with white hair, the other with curly brown - and a boy with near-black ringlets.

"edwin, mate, we couldn't find you anywhere!" the boy exclaimed.

"yes, well-" edwin began.

"who's this?" the white haired girl cut in, looking at you curiously.

edwin rolled his eyes fondly. "this is [name]. he recently... became a ghost."

"does he know any cool ghost tricks yet?" she asked.

you thought you felt a headache coming on.

"[name], these are my friends. niko, crystal, and charles." he gestured to them in order of mention. they all waved at you, even if the last two looked a bit wary.

"hi," you said meekly.

"we were just discussing the events of [name]'s death."

charles coughed pointedly. "maybe give the guy time to process he even is dead?"

"oh! my apologies, [name]. are you still feeling unwell?"

your eyes darted between crystal and niko as they exchanged glances at edwin's apology, like they were surprised. it confused you as to why - he seemed perfectly nice so far... and very charming.

"i'm good," you told edwin, flashing a smile. "i just... don't know where to go. i can't go back to my apartment, can i? i'm dead. it's not like i could continue living there."

"i read somewhere that it's good to revisit places from the past," niko informed you earnestly. "it can be very healing."

"hey, edwin, you should walk him back to his apartment!" crystal piped up.

"hm?" niko cocked her head at her friend. "oh! oh, yes, edwin, you totally should. you're a dead boy detective, after all. go help people!"

you thought you'd get whiplash trying to keep up with the conversation. "you're a what now-?"

edwid stood abruptly, brushing invisible dust off his coat. "perhaps i will walk [name] back to his apartment. if you feel inclined to." the last part was directed at you.

"oh- i wouldn't want to inconvenience you guys..." you said.

"nonsense." he held out a hand to you. "we are the dead boy detective agency, after all."

you still didn't know what that was, but you trusted edwin in spite of only having known him for less than an hour. so, you took his hand. you couldn't feel it, but the imagined weight and warmth of his palm against yours gave you comfort, dissipating the fear and apprehension inside you just a little bit.

⌦ --

the apartment building loomed above you. suddenly, it felt so big and intimidating - you felt no trace of excitement at the quaintness of it like you always had before. the reason you chose to live here was the brick walls and the carefully tended vines snaking along the front. not to mention, it was tall - 10 stories - and sort of reminded you of rapunzel's tower.

"ready?" edwin prompted.

you nodded, and let him pull you through the door - which you passed through with ease. you knew you were incorporeal at best in your current state, but you still cringed, bracing yourself for an impact that never came.

"it gets easier, eventually," edwin told you, having noticed your unease.

"yeah, okay," you said. and you were convinced. "i guess it'll help having an experienced ghost guide with me." you beamed at him.

his lips parted slightly in surprise. "i promise to do whatever i can to make this adjustment easier for you."

you chuckled. "edwin, you are honestly so charming..." you muttered to yourself as you headed towards the elevator. another reason you loved this complex so much was because you didn't have to conquer the 10 floors with just the stairs.

how did ghosts usually travel up places? you had no clue, but you were grateful that edwin kept silent at your decision to take the lift.

a 'ding' sounded and the doors parted open, instantaneously revealing the door that led to your room. your landlady had been kind enough to let you paint it a lovely burnt orange colour.

"that's me," you sighed. "c'mon."

your apartment was just as you remembered you left it this morning. not that you'd logically expected any change... but the fear-addled part of you had maybe been picturing a ransacked room, band posters ripped off the wall and all your ceramic cups shattered across the floor.

"this is weird," you voiced as you drifted from the door to the couch, then to the small kitchenette.

you shivered, not from the cold - you would never feel cold again, you thought, a bit hysterically - but from the all-encompassing grief you felt for yourself.

"i'm kind of sad i died. i know i'm still here... i'm not gone gone, or anything, but i'm still sad. is that weird?" you turned towards edwin, who was watching you with an unidentifiable look in his eyes.

"not at all." he put a hand on your shoulder. "there is much more to be done, even after your living time has expired." he paused, seeming to consider something. "i could... i could show you, if you would like."

"show me what?"

"the dead boy detectives' office," he said. "perhaps it will serve as a distraction."

warmth spread inside you, touched at his thoughtfulness. "that'd be great."

"excellent." edwin smiled, looking pleased. "do you have a mirror?"

your iron-tight grip on edwin's hand never ceased its hold, even after the two of you emerged from the other side of the mirror. panting, you gave your insides a moment to settle from the very jarring travel.

"that was so cool," you gasped. "even if it was unexpected. is this what niko meant by cool ghost tricks?"

"quite," edwin said. "now, welcome to the dead boy detectives' office. allow me to show you around."

his hand was still in yours, you noticed as he led you to a bookshelf and gave an overview of the different volumes it held. you made no move to pull away - partially because you didn't want to break his flow (you saw why he was so proud of it, and it was cute hearing him ramble), partially because you enjoyed the contact.

then, he showed you to a shelf that, if you didn't know any better, would have looked like a knick knack shelf, albeit one belonging to an eccentric grandma. on it were objects ranging from bones (human or not, you couldn't tell) to the rubber balls you found in vending machines.

"these," edwin proclaimed. "are the more interesting payments we have received. some enchanted, some not. i keep a document of which are and aren't."

he picked up a metal ring, with a dark sapphire gem in the middle. "like this, for example. it isn't enchanted, but it dates back to the edwardian era. when i was alive." he sighed wistfully, and lifted your hand, where your fingers were still intertwined. "may i?"

you nodded, watching his face. his eyes met yours, and he smiled shyly as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

"i acknowledge that we have only just become acquainted," edwin began. "but i have never become so fond of a boy this quick before."

"...so, in 21st century speak, you like me?" you questioned, half-teasing.

the two of you chucked in unison.

edwin cleared his throat. "yes, i think i do."

"then you won't mind if i..." you let the way you leaned down slightly finish your sentence.

"please," he said.

the kiss was chaste and fleeting, but it was enough for you to decide you definitely wanted to do it again.

"was that okay?" you checked in with edwin.

he nodded quickly. "yes, yes. very much so."

"good." you bit back a grin.

"would you like to stick around?" he blurted. "around the office, i mean, and with my friends and i. it isn't every day i meet a boy like you, and i... think i would rather like your company."

"i think i'd like your company, too," you admitted.

he held out a hand, making you laugh at the formality of it. "well then, welcome to the dead boy detectives' agency." he said. "i, for one, am very happy to have you here.”

[jasmines-library]

Can you do a Winchester sister fic pls where the sister gets years taken off her life by saving Dean (how Dean took years off his life to save Bobby in season 5) and she’s running out of time and while Sam is finishing up the poker game against the witch to save her, she dies in deans arms (the sister is closer with Dean and always looked up to him and the boys ofc are always protective of her) but then Sam wins the poker game and brings her back

The Curious Case of Dean Winchester

Note: This one was really fun to write. I hope you don't mind that I added my own little twist onto the episode (S5E7) and that it's pretty angsty: I couldn't help myself.

warnings: Death but only brief, swearing once or twice.

Word count: 2.3K (wow it's been a hot minute since I've written like this and i've missed it)

⛤ SPN MASTERLIST ⛤

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

Those were the last words Dean Winchester told you before you split off to search the other side of town. Of course, that is exactly what you did. 

As soon as Cliff Whitlow, the missing victim, had revealed the man behind his so-called miracle, you knew exactly what you had to do. The man behind the unusual deaths- Patrick, was a witch- a powerful one at that. And you needed a Witch. 

See, Dean had got himself into a predicament. He had made a deal with a crossroads demon so that Bobby could walk again. He couldn’t bear to see him so miserable anymore, so he did what he thought was the right thing to do. Bobby was mad, you and Sam even madder, and you were now running out of time to find a way to get him out of it. It frustrated you that Dean’s impending doom was creeping up slowly on  you, ready to grab him at any second, but no one was doing anything about it. So you took matters into your own hands. 

You took the elevator around the back of the bar down to the basement after bribing the bartender with enough money to make you cringe. It was rickety and jolted unnervingly as it descended, opening up into another bar. Few people lingered around sipping from glasses of spirits that lined the walls, though you paid little attention to them because your gaze had locked onto him. He sat smugly in a secluded section of the room behind a table a poker game had been laid out on. Leaning back on his chair he watched his latest victim bet away his life. He was using magic to enchant the poker chips, grinning as he scooped the man's chips towards him, watching as his face turned ashen and grey. 

“That’s a cruel trick you got there.” You said making your way over to the table. 

“Thank you.” He shrugged, rearranging the black and red chips with a smirk. “I take it you’re here for a reason?”

“I want to play.”

He glanced up at you, raising a brow and speaking to you with a thick, Irish lilt. “You look awfully young for someone trying to get more years… that is unless?”

“I’m not a witch.”

“I see.” you were intriguing him now. “How can I help you?”

“My brother. He made a demon deal. I need you to get rid of it in return for my years.”

The witch tilted his head as he looked at you keely. “Now slow down there, princess. Cancelling a demon deal is a very difficult thing to do. Takes a whole bunch of magic and persuasion to do that. Giving me a few years isn’t going to be enough.”

“30.” You laid down. 

“Tempting.” He hummed, “But I think we can have some real fun with this. What do you say?”

“Whatever. Just help my brother.”

“Good answer. I’ll play for your brother’s deal. You win, I'll try to cut your brother's deal.”

“And if I lose?”

“60.” The staggering number almost made your heart stop, but you were doing this for Dean. Sam needed him. The world needed him. “But it’ll start slowly until you least expect it.”

“Deal. Oh and one more thing.”

The witch leaned forwards in his chair

“Dean can’t play to replace my years with his own.”

“You must be very desperate.” The witch mused, gesturing for you to take a seat as he began to shuffle his deck of cards. “That or you’re extremely stupid. Who knows. But I like you. You show loyalty to your family and that’s very important. Perhaps, once you lose I might even see if I can remove your brother's deal. I’m feeling generous today.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Just shut up and play.”

~

“Y/N?”

Dean’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks as you rounded the corner after stepping out of the elevator. He stared at you with an irascible look, though you could see the confusion hidden in his eyes. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” He hissed at you. You were supposed to be across the other side of town. When the three of you split up, you took off in the wrong direction to slip into the bar before your brothers found it. You had taken the receipt from one of the victims' jackets and raced down there in hopes that you would make it out before one of them stumbled across it. I guess you were just incredibly unlucky today.

“Planting daisies.” You said sarcastically as you tried to push your way past your brother so he wouldn’t see your face.  “What’s it look like?”

“So you found the game?” He queried, chasing after you. 

“Yep.”

“Did you stop it?”

You kept quiet and continued on straight. You had lied to Dean hundreds of times before so why couldn’t you bring yourself to do it now?

“Y/N?”

You stopped, turning to face him with a sigh.

“Not exactly…”

You could see the dread on his face now. “What did you do?”

You swallowed thickly. “I played. Okay?”

Dean Winchester stared at you dumbfounded for a moment, his lips twitching as he struggled to process the right words. “And?”

“...I lost.”

Your brother nearly exploded. “Are you kidding me?! The one thing I told you not to do was ‘anything studpid’. And you played some He-witch?!”

“Someone had to do something Dean! I can’t just sit by everyday knowing that you could be dragged away from us any second. I can’t go through that again Dean.”

“You idiot.” He was blaming himself, you could hear it on his tongue; the way he seethed. “Sammy and I are looking for something. We will find something.”

“That’s what you said last time. And I'm sorry Dean, but I can’t. Sammy needs you. The world needs you.”

“And you don’t think we need you?! You can’t go throwing your years away.”

“They’re my years. I can do what I want.”

“How many did you lose Y/N?”

“60.”

~

Sam bustled through the door trying to balance a tray of drinks and a paper bag filled with fast food. He slid them on the counter and tossed his keys beside them as he called out.

“Are you guys home?”

“In here, Sammy.” Dean emerged from the bathroom and Sam could tell his brother was mad. He was wearing that stern look and his voice was agitated. 

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Here.” You bundled through the door, glancing silently between your brothers gripping a candy bar you had wrangled from one of the vending machines. You didn’t really want it you just needed an excuse to get out of the motel room and escape from the tension and side glances that Dean shot your way. 

Sam studied you for a moment as you pulled out a chair to slump on. At first glance he hardly noticed it, but he realised that you looked older. Not by a lot, but you moved differently and your eyes were ever so slightly more creased. 

“Either of you two wanna tell me what happened?”

“Y/N’s got a death wish. That’s what happened.” Dean stated, rummaging in the bag that Sam had brought back from the diner. 

“Oh so I was just supposed to let you die? Again?”

“Yes. Or find another way.” Dean spat back at you but you knew he was scared. Scared and feeling guilty for what your near future might entail. 

Sam blinked as the two of you argued, firing words at each other. “Whoa. Slow down. What happened? Did you find the witch?”

“Oh yeah. Y/N found the witch alright, Sammy. Why don’t you tell him what happened, Kid?”

“I played.”

“You what?”

“I played for Dean’s deal to be spoiled… and I lost.”

“Oh God, Y/N/N… How much did you lose?”

“60…” You started, watching the horror cross his features. “But he’s taking them slowly. Waiting until we least expect it.”

“And there’s the punchline.” Dean could have laughed. 

Sam was in shock, though he understood why you had done it. He understood why you were hurting. He was there when Dean was taken. He saw how broken up it made you and he saw how you clung to him when he returned, hesitant to leave his side for weeks. 

“Oh kiddo.” he sighed “What have you gotten yourself into?”

~

“You know, I still think I should play.” Sam said. The three of you had just broken into the Witch’s flat. Sam and Dean believed that if they got hold of the chips then they could find a way to get you your years back, but you had been caught and the witch had revealed that the chips had nothing to do with it. That was when Sam was given the idea to play for you. In the meantime you could feel your body changing and see the lines being etched into your face. 

“No. No.” Dean cut his brother off straight away. “You’re not good enough. I’m better, Y/N's way better. We both lost.”

“What so I don’t get a say in this anymore? Dean can’t play so I’m the only option we got. I’ve watched you hustle plenty of poker games. Hell, that’s how Y/N learnt-”

“Sammy.” You pleaded. You knew that if this went wrong everything you did would have been for nothing. “Please. No.”

“Y/N. We can’t just let you… you’ll die. We’re going to find you a way out of this. I promise.”

~

“Take it.” The blonde woman, the one from the bar and the witch’s apartment, was perched on your bed as the three of you hustled back into the room. Dean’s fingers instinctively reached for the gun he had tucked in his waistband. “It’ll help.”

Sam took the parchment gingerly, turning it over in his hands before reading the messy handwriting scrawled across the page. “What is this?”

“The most powerful reversal spell you’ve ever laid your eyes on.”

“And it reverses what?” Dean asked.

“Patrick’s work. All of it.”

“You saying she could be normal again?” Your brother’s hand found your shoulder protectively.

“Her and everyone else he’s ever played.” She said before adding “who’s still alive.”

“Why the hell should we trust you?” Sam scowled.

“Trust me, don’t trust me. I don’t care.” She stood and made her way to the door. “The spell is real.”

“If it zaps everyone, doesn’t that include your man?” Dean asked. 

“And me too.” She shrugged, “I look good for my age.”

“Lady, this don’t add up for shit.” Dean said. “Why would you want that?”

“I have my reasons.” her hand went to fiddle with the silver locket around her neck before she fled. “Do it quickly. We leave town tomorrow.”

~

The spell hadn’t worked. 

When Dean tossed the toothpick Sam had smuggled him into the flames he looked up at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes but nothing happened. You didn’t get younger. And Sam was still betting his life away against that witch. 

You could feel it now, the way your life was slowly slipping away. At first you didn’t really notice it, but as soon as you began pursuing Patrick, you knew your end was approaching quickly. You supposed that ‘when you least expected’ was a lot closer than you expected. The thought made you bitter as you shuffled into the car, wincing at the way your joints ached the way they would after a long hunt or session at the gym. 

Dean glanced at you through Baby’s mirror as he sped down the road towards Patrick’s apartment in search of some more of his DNA. His concern grew as you climbed the stairs much slower than you would usually have done and as you entered his room.

The two of you searched quickly, looking anywhere for a speck of something that might contain just a speck of his DNA. another one of those toothpicks or something. Albeit the pair of you were struggling to find anything. 

And then it is you. All at once your joints popped and clicked as your body changed suddenly. You cried out in pain as your brother ran to your side to catch you before you could hit the ground. 

“No. No. Not yet.”

You blinked up at him as you struggled to breath, your heart slowing as your body forgot how to function. 

“Dean…” Your voice faded as he cradled you in his arms. Your breaths slowing and your eyes fluttering.

“No.” His voice broke as he fumbled for his phone. “No you hang on sweetheart. Come on Sammy, pick up!”

There was no answer as Dean’s phone rang and went straight through to Sam’s voicemail. “Son of a bitch!” he exclaimed as he through his phone across the room, tears streaming down his face as he clung to you. Watching your chest slowly rise and fall. Up and down…up and down…up..and…down…up-

There was nothing after that. You lay morbidly still in his arms as your body ceased to function. 

“No! Y/N. I can’t lose you now. Please….”

You did not move and the room was filled with the sound of your big brother’s grief and he sobbed. And then, you took a gasping breath and sat up abruptly in his arms. 

Your body had returned to normal. The extra wrinkles around your eyes and the grey hairs gone. Your breaths were steady and your heart was strong. 

“Y/N/N?” He whispered.

“Dean?” Your eyes searched him. “Sammy did it.”

“Yeah.” He breathed out, squeezing you tightly. “I knew he would.”

Dean’s phone began to ring from across the room. Reluctantly, he peeled himself away from you as he moved to get it, though his attention never strayed far from you.”

“Dean?!” You heard your other brother over the speakers. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah. You did it, Sam. She’s going to be just fine.”

[callofdudes]

Could you do a female reader breaking the norms and proposing to the guys? I think that would be adorable and silly :D

Bro that's cute. Ofc, and apologies for it taking forever to write.

Female Reader proposing to the boys.

You expected to be a little nervous, but the amount of sheer terror that was filling your body was making you feel numb. Getting into a relationship with Simon Riley in the first place was a hard task, and you knew Simon wasn't going to pop the question himself.

You were currently sat around the dinner table with the 141. Johnny was eyeing you occasionally across the table and trying to give you reassuring looks. Simon as per usual was off in his head, chewing with his mask up over his top lip.

It was quiet. Only Price and Soap knew about what you were planning and they had supported you the whole time. They even went the extra mile to make sure Simon was in the right headspace for your proposal.

And Simon looked very content where he sat, drifting off in the rare treat of silence.

You shifted and smiled when you finished the last of the food on your plate. "Well, I'm full. Does anyone want more?"

"we're good. Ghost?" Simon hummed and looked up at Price. "Would you like anymore food, son?"

"No," he breathed out heavily. "Thank you darling, I might head to bed early."

You felt your gut wrench. "Is something wrong?" Your pulse quickened when Simon stood and you stumbled on your head to find your words. To get him to stay.

"No, just tired."

You opened your mouth to speak when there was a loud cough at the end of the table.

You all turned as Johnny coughed and slammed his hand down on the table. He mimed at his throat and flung himself out of his chair. For a moment you were concerned until you saw the thumbs up he gave you under the table.

He continued to spasm and cough, quite dramatically actually.

"Johnny!" Ghost rushed over to check on the man who miraculously stopped coughing when Simon reached him. "You alright sergeant?"

Johnny smiled and gripped Simon's arms. You stumbled on your feet and before you had the words thought out on your head you just started talking.

"Simon-"

The large man looked back at you and sat Johnny up. You saw the concern in his eyes but you pushed through it. "I- you know I love you?"

Ghost hesitated. "Yes? Why are we talking about this now?" Ghost attempted to move but Johnny grabbed his arm and forced him to stay. "I think I need a minute Lt. Winded."

"You sure you're alright Sergeant?"

"Peachy, but you might want to get comfortable."

What in the world would you do without Johnny. Poor Simon looked confused.

"Simon. I know you're not really the romantic type. Nor are you good with this relationship thing."

He scoffed. "I warned you."

"You did. You warned me eight times before finally accepting my love for you. And I've loved every second I get to spend with you. Every hour of every day. I laugh because I was a bit disappointed I didn't receive anything for Valentine's day. Truth was you'd completely thrown out the idea, but I still loved what I got a day late."

"it was just a box of chocolate."

"Yeah but you got it for me. And even if you say you're not the romantic type you show your love for me in every way that is just you."

"Y/N, I feel like this is a more private conversation."

You sighed. "Simon when I came here I met Ghost. I knew Ghost, this big tough man with the world in his hands. And I fell in love with Simon Riley. So..." You dug into your pocket and fished out the metal engraved band you'd kept safe for weeks.

"I know he won't do it himself, but will Simon Riley marry me?"

Simon froze. His stance stiffened and he straightened up. You bent down on one knee and giggled as his eyes followed you. There was a hot minute of tension where Simon said nothing and did nothing.

He slowly let go of Johnny's arm and lowered himself to your level. He stayed silent and just looked at you. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you couldn't believe you were the one being so emotional. Though that should have been expected. He wiped away the tears in your eyes and pulled you into his arms. You sobbed against him and smiled into his shirt. Simon's hands were shaking. You could feel it.

You felt something wet on your shoulder and realized he was crying too.

"I love you so much Simon. I don't want to let you go." You brought the ring to your chest and allowed him to scoop it from your hands. When you pulled away Simon was attempting to wipe his tears but you saw. He tugged off his glove and slid the ring onto his finger. The band fit perfectly against his hand, glowing with the engraving of your initials.

He wanted to say something. Anything, but nothing came out. All he could do was smile. For the first time in a long time all he wanted to do was smile and hold you close.

Johnny was the first to start clapping, followed by Price and Gaz.

Simon scoffed and wiped his tears again before tearing off his mask and pulling you into him. Your lips met and Simon didn't care who saw. He didn't care Johnny's hand rubbed his back comfortingly when he kissed you.

"You were in on this?" He looked back at Johnny who winked. "I don't know what you're talking about. That last bit of chicken really got to me."

Ghost slapped the sergeants knee and went back to hugging you.

And a year later it was Simon's turn to slip a ring on your finger. Seconds before you were named his wife.

It was your second day of leave. Technically the first but both you and Johnny had slept the whole plane ride and crashed in your couch once you were home. So however you both saw it.

But once the jet lag wore off and the two of you built back some energy you'd decided to go for a morning walk out in the parks of Scotland.

Johnny loved it out there. If felt like a place really just let everything go. All his worries and pain he could let the wind take it all for just a little while.

It had been a couple days since you'd seen Johnny's smile. Mostly because after your last bone shaking mission you two hadn't been ready to go back out again. So Price released you on leave.

Johnny breathed in and sighed in relief. "Just breathe that Glasgow air." It was good to be home. You'd always wanted to come to Scotland with Johnny. Although the weather wasn't the warmest this time of year, the two of you had bundled up and went on a quiet stroll around the park.

"Happy to be home?"

"Beyond happy." Johnny smiled. "But I already miss the others. I haven't been away from them for so long."

"That's understandable."

"But I've got you here ey love?"

You smiled and pushed him in the chest playfully. "You're a joke."

"What took you so long love?"

You scoffed and pulling him into a kiss. He hummed and you sank into the comfort of his warm lips against the chilling air.

His hands relaxed on your hips and caressed your cloaked waist. The exhaustion in his body was still there even after you two had landed yesterday.

You pulled away and looked back through the park. You smiled. "You know, I can't think of a more beautiful place right now."

"It's just Glasgow love." Johnny chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. But you like it. So I like it." You looked at him and brought him into another kiss. "Oh Johnny what would I do without you?"

"I don't know. Die? Drown? Cry?"

"All of the above, in the opposite order." You took a deep breath and decided this was right. This felt right. "You remember when we met in that dugout? Captain Price knew we would work well from the start."

"Yeah." Johnny replied.

"Or how you shielded me from enemy fire and got locked up in recovery for nearly three months because you miraculously took six bullet wounds and didn't die?"

"I'm superman, haven't you heard?"

"No. You're Johnny. And Johnny has always been there for me. To love me, to hold me and care for me."

"I do it for you. Once a teammate now the love of my life. There isn't a better thing that could have happened to me."

"What about that gift Ghost got you on your birthday?"

"Ok that was cool. But I said better, that gift is almost better."

"Same damn thing."

"No it's not love, you know it's not." He kissed you again. "Almost better."

"You're stupid."

"I have been informed multiple times of this fact."

"But you're my dumb. All my dumb. I couldn't love anyone else if they were this dumb. But I love you, and your dumb."

"Gee, thanks babe..."

"Which is why..." You dug into your jacket pocket, and right there on the park you slowly kneeled onto the cold concrete. "John MacTavish I love you with every fibre of my being. You've brought me more joy then I thought possible."

Johnny looked at you, shocked. Utterly baffled. He wasn't sure what to say. "Will you-" His eyes swelled with tears and before you knew it he'd thrown himself onto his hands and knees and was full on sobbing. Gut wrenching sobs slurred with incognitive chants that sounded like "yes."

"You didn't even let me finish-"

"Yes babe! Baby yes! Aye, ah will mairie ye loue! Si! HOW MANY OTHER WAYS CAN I SAY IT!?"

You pulled him into your arm and he wrapped himself around you. His face buried in your neck he stole the engagement band from your hand and held it tightly. You felt tears in your own eyes when he cupped your neck firmly and whispered how much he loved you. And you must have cried In that park for ten minutes before he settled down.

He slipped it onto his finger and nearly broke down again. "I love you so much. I love you so much." He choked.

"I know you do."

He hugged you tightly and sighed. "It should have been me. Too bad I'm a chicken when it comes to you."

"Again. You're only my dumbass."

You had been coordinating proposing to Alejandro for a long time. Alejandro had yet to propose, which was a bit odd, but you weren't going to be a snob and pressure him by blatantly asking when I was going to get a move on with it.

You figured Alejandro might feel more comfortable if you proposed. And you were excited. Rodolfo had been helping you with it, and had even managed to get Alejandro to confess he was ready for marriage. Just wasn't sure when to do it. Rodolfo is so good at getting Intel for you.

But you finally came up with a good time to do it.

Alejandro's birthday.

Gosh it was a daunting idea. Extended family once hidden around the globe came to life in a secret party house for one day to spend over seven hours celebrating their beloved Alejandro. And you were part of it.

You had met his close family before. But the cousins and aunts and uncles. Second cousins, mother's in law and father's in law. It was a lot to handle and right now, sadly, the alcohol was your friend.

Alejandro was being crowded by guests. They were all talking to him lovingly and at this point he had at least three flower necklaces over his neck.

He was cracking jokes left and right, it made you smile how happy he looked.

You watched from over by the small bar table and he unsurprisingly caught your eye. He waved at you and got up from his seat. Coming over he smiled and grabbed you by the waist. "Well, hello pretty lady~"

"Cut your bullshit Alejandro."

His laugh was silenced in a kiss. He melted into you and your lips did all the talking. Well, they typically did out of this scenario but who are you trying to ruin the moment with him? He was having fun.

When you pulled away Alejandro had a coy smirk as usual. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"A lot?"

"A lot is a good amount mi amor."

"I can't believe I met you." You whispered. "The Alejandro Vargas I knew in assignment, now a colonel." You massaged his shoulders. "Another year at your side. Two years of dating under our belts."

"That is true mi amor."

"And I've loved every second with you Alejandro." His half lidded irises sparkled and seemed to ignite with fire. Sparking up like a lighter does candle.

You kissed him again, allowing your chest to rise quickly and fall deep into your chest nervously. "I love you Alejandro, but I just wanted to ask..." You were about to grab the ring from your pocket when someone tapped Alejandro on the shoulder. He pulled away from you and turned to talk to the guest.

Your heart leapt in your chest. You were on the edge of turning back. Your hand froze around that little box and you tried to find you words.

Alejandro smiled at the guest and joked with them for what felt like forever before they started to walk away. Oh they are walking away. Do it now! You scolded yourself.

You slipped down on one knee and heard a large portion of the guests gasp. Your heart was pounding faster than it ever had. Looking up at his strong back straighten and his body react to the shock around him. Alejandro whipped around to see if something had happened and his eyes widened when he saw you.

You looked up into his eyes and smiled.

"M-Mi amor!"

His mouth went dry. He was utterly silenced. He looked from you to the box. Then up to you. The silence was growing uncomfortable as your knee hurt, your hands were shaking and Alejandro had yet to say anything.

And then he chuckled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He tossed it in his hand. "Looks like you beat me too it."

"I- you-"

"Just because it's my party doesn't mean I can't propose. But alas, my sweet angel has beaten me too it." He caressed your wrists and tugged you forward.

You stood up and wrapped your arms around him. He kissed your temple and shuddered. "I love you so much. So, so much." Tears swelled in his eyes. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating.

You hugged him back and squeezed him as tightly as you could. "I love you Alejandro."

"Alright, let's see it." You handed him the black wedding band and smiled. "It's sturdy, shouldn't break on duty."

"What would I do without you?" He kissed you, and you were content to stay that way for the whole night.

(Shortly followed by you and Rodolfo screaming and dancing to celebrate this successful mission)

You were so nervous to see Kyle again. It had been six months without him and the very thought of him coming home sent your heart racing. Your insides flipped and tossed. You stood in the mirror rushing to fix your attire for the ceremony you were going to.

It was one of those events where they were commending the soldiers and family got to visit. You were so proud of Kyle and seeing his face again!? You were smiling like an idiot in the mirror.

It wasn't very long before you were sat in that ceremony where dozens of soldiers lined up while their Captain's spoke.

You felt tears in your eyes when among the ceremony the members of 141 were called to attention. There in the crowd was Kyle. Your Kyle, stood firm with his hands behind his back. The two others beside him also part of the 141. Their captain took the podium and spoke. Captain John Price recounted time on the base and what it was like out on the field.

He recounted what "Soap" MacTavish and "Gaz" Garrick did on the field. How brave they were and their contributions everyday.

Kyle's eyes were straight ahead so you couldn't tell if he'd noticed you or not, but you hoped he could sense you. At least know his love was looking at him.

His firm stance continued even as the shorter man to his right leaned over briefly and whispered something. Kyle's shoulders dropped briefly before slapping his friend gently and getting him to straight up again.

A few more words were passed and some awards were even handed out. Mostly to the Captain's. Kyle looked extremely proud of Captain Price received a medal for his continued service.

When the ceremony was brought to a close, the soldiers stood at ready. Family was released to call to their loved ones and you felt your heart leap. Family members all around got up and searched for their soldiers. You found yourself up and running before you could process any of it.

Kyle remained in place when you ran through people and tripped over yourself to get to him.

He looked at you with a soft gaze and it wasn't until you touched him that he relaxed and wrapped his arms around you. He hugged you tightly against his shoulder. "I missed you so much." He cooed.

You ran your hands along his uniform and quickly reacquainted yourself with him. He'd gotten slightly bulkier, he'd recently had a shower because the smell of ash and cedar weren't pungent on his skin.

When the two of you managed to pull away from each other you finally kissed him. Something you'd missed so dearly. how warm he was. The comfort he brought you. His soft eyes, rough skin. How his hands cupped and held you with such a gentleness.

"Kyle-" you choked on your words and found your fingers twitching and fumbling. You dug into your pocket quickly. You'd had months to think this through and your body was quaking when you'd made the decision.

This was right. Right here. Right now.

Kyle was in the military, buying a ring was probably last on his list next to surviving.

Kyle noticed and still on adrenaline, watched you pull out the box and fall on both knees. You grabbed the pant leg of his uniform and held up the unopened box, sobbing.

You didn't have to say anything for him to understand. His eyes swelled with tears and he kneeled. "Yes love. Yes." His finger hooked under your jaw and drew your eyes back to him.

He hugged you tightly and let his tears slip down his cheeks. Your arms wrapped around him and everything melted around you as you curled into his chest.

There was a rough pat on his back and Johnny smiled. "Guess you're taking her name then eh?"

"Well-"

"No! Absolutely not! I didn't contemplate this for five months only to not be a Garrick." You spat.

Kyle chuckled and kissed your nose. "Alright then. Y/n Garrick." His heart fluttered. He'd often thought of you with his last name. But it really was happening. Y/n Garrick.

He opened the box and slid the ring onto his finger. "Of course I'll marry you, Thank you for waiting."

"Thanks for coming back."

"Always, love."

It wasn't really fancy honestly. You were desperate when it happened. Covered in dirt and soaked in blood.

Gasping for air as you dragged each other back up the embankment. His hand clasped around your, tugging and pulling desperately. Your feet fought to get up underneath you but the earth kept crumbling away.

"Come on love!" John pulled you up. His body ached but he managed to get you up into his arms. His breath was heavy. His eyes were tired, focused on the trail ahead to the cabin. You felt like you were dying. And being in the work you were it happened more often then you would have liked.

John finally came upon the cabin and rushed inside.

You dropped to the floor and leaned your head back, fighting for air. "Price-" you gulped.

"They shouldn't find us in here." Price kneeled down and cupped your cheek. "You're ok, we'll be ok." Tears started to build in your eyes and you pulled John in for a kiss. A desperate and utterly relieved kiss to have him against you again.

John clasped the back of your neck and kissed the tear running down your stained cheek. "Let's get you in the bath."

John picked you up in his arms and brought you through the small cabin and into the bathroom. It wasn't spacious but it would do.

He turned on the water and while waiting for it to warm he started to undress you. The cool air prickled your skin, and John was uncovering new lacerations and wounds.

You shuddered when he placed you on the floor and allowed you to inch out of your underwear and step into the bath. The water was immediately stained red by the blood. But it was warm.

Your body relaxed into it and John sat by your side. You both looked at each other. You reached out for his hand and rubbed the dirt off his knuckles with your thumb. "Are you coming in?"

"No, not while we're still here."

"Putting me up for grabs then?"

"Hardly, of someone comes through that door I'll put a bullet in their head."

You smiled. You clasped his hand and closed your eyes. Your body soaking in the warmth you'd missed. "You think the lieutenant is waiting for us?"

"Riley? Of course, I gave him strict orders. We'll be ok."

You opened one eye and smiled. "John, what will we do when we get home?"

"Go home? Well I'm going to bed love."

You chuckled. You pulled his hand into the water and started to wash it. "No, I meant long term. When we get back we're going on leave and I'm tired of this... Mess..."

John raised an eyebrow. "Something you're trying to say in particular?"

Tears pooled in your eyes again. "John I want to get married."

John's eyes widened. "Where is this coming from?"

"John we've been talking about it for months, and I know it's stressful and you don't want to move forward on account of losing me but I cannot go another day like this." The tears started to fall. "So will you or will you not marry me when we get home!?"

John bowed his head and took off his hat. "Love. You know I'd marry you anywhere, any time."

He lifted his head and leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Of course I'll marry you. Just stick out until we get to Ghost, and I'm all yours."

You rubbed his knuckles and nodded softly. Price wiped your tears and urged you back into the bath. "Be quiet for now love. I'll keep watch over you."

[dreamingcloudie]

hello! I'm kinda shy to request about this if you don't mind at all, but is it okay that you write about dottore with a s/o adopting a child and basically just cute married couples with family type of shit? it would be interesting to see his dynamic with the kid would be!

If you want too ofc! ^^

also i really like your content! it's so well written and it cheers me up so much :) 💖💕

❛❛ A Step Into Fatherhood ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ What do you mean I'm getting soft? ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore’s (speculated) real name

wc: ~3k

Notes: Oh god I'm sorry I haven’t posted in a while 😭 I was on writer's block and still kinda am. But at last, here's finally a fic!! Haven't written in a while and got rusty, so this might not be good :') Anyways, I LOVE THIS REQUEST AHHH 💕💕💕 Dadttore is so UGH 😫👌This request got me all giddy. I hope you'll like it :D

Gentle flakes fell to the ground as you went from store to store. Your husband was in need of some materials to carry out his experiments. He asked a segment to gather them but you offered to help instead. You wanted to go out for a stroll anyways, so why not?

You were about to go back to the palace when you heard a noise coming from a nearby alleyway. It sounded like someone was rummaging through something.

You knew it was dangerous to investigate on your own without any weapons on you. But you couldn't help it, curiosity got the best of you and your legs subconsciously brought you closer towards the sounds of clanking.

Following the noise, it led you to a dumpster. The lid was closed so you weren't able to tell what was inside. Judging by the size of it though, you assumed it would be some sort of animal. You were expecting to see a raccoon when you opened the lid but what you saw made you scream and stepped back instead.

What the…

You slowly opened the lid again and an equally shocked but frightened face stared back at you. 

What is a child doing here? You thought.

It was a little girl who looked no older than ten. She was wearing a thin layer of clothing and her hair was stained. In her hands she was holding a paper plate of thrown out food from a restaurant.

When you got closer again, her hands that were holding the plate recoiled to her torso and turned into fists. Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes and her form shook.

"Hey… it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," you said in a hushed voice.

Once the little girl seemed calmed down enough, you spoke again, “What are you doing here? Where are you from?”

"I'm from over there…" She pointed. You followed where her finger was pointing at and your heart dropped.

House of the Hearth.

The orphanage where Arlecchino trained the kids to become soldiers? What was this kid doing here?

"I see… I don't know how you got here but why don't I take you back—"

"No!" She yelled, taking you off guard.

"Please… I don't want to go back there… The others are mean to me…"

She was now sobbing and you were trying to think of what to do.

She looked like she really didn't want to go back there… You would feel bad for forcing her to go back. But it couldn’t be good to just leave a kid all by herself here as well. 

From the looks of her fragile frame, she definitely hasn’t eaten a sustainable meal in a long time. Poor kid, it was cold out and that bread didn’t look edible.

What other options did you have?

You were someone who adored kids, and the protective instinct inside of you screamed.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Why don’t you come with me? I can take you to a warmer place and give you something nicer to eat."

The little girl was hesitant, but you could see her eyes lit up a little.

“Really?”

“Of course! Being out here by yourself is dangerous anyways.”

She got out of the dumpster and approached you with small steps. Once she got close enough, you took your own coat off and draped it over her.

“There we go, this will keep you warm enough until we get back,” you muttered, gently taking her hand into yours as you made your way back to the resting quarters.

- - -

When you reached the palace, you quickly took her to your room, trying to avoid anybody on your way there. You couldn't risk letting anyone see the kid here, who knew what they would do to her if they found out she escaped Arlecchino's orphanage?

And you most certainly didn't want to face that harbinger's wrath.

You let out a breath of relief when a Fatui agent only nodded to greet you as he passed the hallway without making a comment on how your stance was off, while simultaneously holding the bag of materials at an awkward angle. You waved back at him with a sheepish smile. Once you made sure he was out of sight, you reached behind you to take a hold of the little girl's hand again before continuing on your way.

"Alright, we're almost there."

You looked both sides of the hallway, taking a double check to make sure nobody saw you before grabbing the door handle and pushing it open, pulling the kid inside with you.

The door closed with a click and you leaned against it, trying to calm down how fast your heart was beating. Archons, were you glad that Dottore convinced you to take some basic stealth lessons. You didn't think it was necessary… up until now.

"Okay, well, welcome to my room!" You walked over to a desk and set the bags there. Thinking you could just give them to your husband later.

The girl looked around your room in awe, it was huge. To her, this felt like a bedroom a royalty would own from the tales she had heard of. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle and the blankets looked really soft and fluffy. She could imagine how nice it would to sleep on it.

"Wow… I've never been in a room this big before!" She exclaimed, her eyes wandered through different pieces of furniture and objects decorating the room.

"How about we give you a nice warm bath? Then I can show you around more later."

You took her to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for her. She was making bubbles in her hands while you washed her hair, rinsing the suds off her head.

"And we're done!" You clapped your hands together, feeling satisfied with how clean she was now.

You wrapped a towel around her and took her back to your room again, digging through your closet for clothes that were suitable enough for her to wear for the time being. Fortunately for you, you were able to find some of your old clothes from when you were a kid. You didn't throw them away just in case you wanted to reminisce about your childhood.

Well, instead of sitting at the bottom of the drawer collecting dust, you could put them to good use again.

Once you were done with dressing her up, she looked at herself through the closet mirror and her eyes widened at how nice they looked on her.

"Mr(s)... Um…" 

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried that she might not like them.

"I don't know what to call you…"

That was when you realized you never told her your name, nor did she ever tell you hers.

"Ah, how could I forget! My apologies. You can call me (Y/n)! What about you, sweetie?"

Her eyes glinted at your name and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr(s) (Y/n)! I really like these clothes. They look so nice!" She paused before responding to your question.

"My name is Lilly."

Right as she finished her sentence, someone knocked on the door.

"Dear? Are you in there?" A voice you knew too well spoke.

Shoot.

It was your husband. And there was a random kid with you. 

Oh no, what am I going to tell him?! You panicked. How were you going to explain to him you brought a child to your shared bedroom?

Your thoughts were disrupted when he knocked on the door again.

"Dear? I'm coming in—" The door handle twitched, but stopped when you yelled, "Wait!"

You told the child to hide in the closet and to not come out unless you said so. A look of confusion mixed with fear appeared on her face but she obliged anyway, hiding at the corner of the closet.

Closing the closet doors, you jogged over to the bedroom door and opened it, revealing your husband who was standing there, twirling a vial of blue liquid in his hand.

"There you are, darling. That took you a while, is everything alright?" He asked.

"Oh nothing, I was just, uh, examining the materials I went to collect for you!" 

Archons, you hoped that was convincing enough.

"Really? Since when did you get interested in Chaos Cores?" He teased, showing you his signature grin.

"Just today! Haha…"

"Is that so…" He trailed off, noticing something on the ground.

"Hmm?" He hummed, taking his mask off to take a better look of the floor.

There was a water droplet. No, multiples of them.

"May I ask why the carpet is wet?"

Oh no, it must've been from the little girl's hair. It was still wet and you didn't dry it fully.

"I-I spilled some water! Yeah… I was clumsy." You smiled sheepishly at him.

He looked around the room and raised a brow.

"But I don't see a cup anywhere around here?" His attention went back to the droplets on the ground and noticed it was a trail. 

A trail leading toward the closet.

He walked over to it and stopped right in front of it. You were about to stop him but he was quicker. His hands swung the closet doors open.

From where you were standing, the clothes on the hangers casted shadows on her form and they were hiding her well. They should be able to hide her from your husband's sight too… you hoped.

But of course, with keen eyes such as his, nothing could escape him. His squinted eyes were now slightly widened. He expected to find someone or something, but definitely not a kid.

"What—"

"W-wait! Zandik, let me explain."

You told him how she ran away from the orphanage and she was all alone out there, so you wanted to help her.

"So you're telling me… this is a kid from Arlecchino's orphanage? Darling, you know how she could get if she finds out," he reasoned with you.

"I know, but she was scared! And I couldn't just leave her on the streets on her own either. So with no other choices, I decided to just take her here, and maybe take her in…" You trailed off. Gesturing to the little girl that it was safe to come out now. She got up and approached you, hiding behind your leg as she looked at Dottore.

"So, can she stay, please?"

He stared intently at the ground, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

Now, you knew that Dottore was not fond of kids. But unbeknownst to you, occasionally he would dream of having this fantasy of his. To have a little family with you…

And of course, he wasn't ready to become a father to his own kids yet, so maybe he'd take this opportunity to practice parenting.

He signed, faking his annoyance to conceal his unexplainable excitement.

"Fine, she can stay."

- - -

For the first week of her stay here, she was shy. The only person she wasn't afraid to talk to was you. She tried to talk to Dottore once but he unintentionally acted cold towards her, causing her to back away. 

You couldn't blame him though, he was awkward around kids.

So, to make it up to her in his own way, he ordered his segments to set up a new room for her.

You brought her to the room they were preparing in, wanting to know how she was liking her room so far and to also introduce her to the segments.

You knocked on the door and went in, while she trailed after you, hiding behind you as usual.

The segments stopped what they were doing and turned to the sound of someone coming in.

"Ah! So this is the kiddo Prime told us about." Beta was the first to speak.

Theta got closer to the both of you and kneeled down to Lilly's eye level. 

"Hello! I'm Theta, you must be Lilly, yes?" 

Lilly was too distracted by the white and black mask he was wearing, not listening to a single word that came out of his mouth. She tugged at your pants and said, "Mr(s) (Y/n), he looks like a clown!"

Upon hearing her words, you and the other segments began to laugh, all except for Theta.

"S-She called you a clown!" Beta wheezed.

"Quite fitting, don't you think, Theta?"

"I'm not a clown! God, what was Prime thinking when he chose to wear this mask back then…" He said, deadpan.

Omega quieted down his chuckle and asked, "So, how are you liking your room so far, little one?"

Lilly looked around the room, the wall was painted with her favorite color and animal for the pattern. The bed she was given to was smaller than the one in your room, but was still big to her. A unicorn plushie, which was made by Delta, was placed on it.

"I love it!" She bounced slightly in excitement.

- - -

For the second week, Dottore and Lilly would start to interact with each other more. He has been taking notes by observing the way you'd talk to her, how you'd take care of her… 

He was still awkward around her, of course. But at least he wasn't being cold to her anymore,  so that was an improvement. 

And Lilly, she was starting to grow more comfortable around him, as well. He wasn't as intimidating as she thought he'd be when he gifted her a mini robot, made with the leftover parts of a ruin guard. And now, she would sleep with it next to her at all times.

You were out to run some errands today, leaving Lilly in Dottore's care. She was reading a children's book on her bed, while Dottore sat next to her, patting her gently on her head.

She got to one of the pages and her eyes shined at how pretty the princess looked in the picture.

"Mr. Zanny?" She called out to him, using the nickname she gave him.

He hummed in response, signaling her to continue. 

"I want my hair to look like this pretty lady's, do you know how to do that?"

He leaned over to see an illustration of a woman with long, braided hair.

"Why yes, I do, angel. Would you like me to do that for you?" He said.

In return, he also had a nickname for her. He thought the word "angel" suited her. As she's such a pure and innocent child.

Lilly nodded eagerly and turned around, her back facing Dottore. Grabbing a brush from the vanity table, he brushed her hair and undid the tangled locks, until it was tidy enough to be put in a braid. 

You'd expect him to not know anything about braiding someone's hair but he was surprisingly good at it. 

Once he was done, he grinned at how it turned out. Lilly went over to a mirror and admired her hair, it looked neat and exactly how she thought it'd look like. 

She turned back to where Dottore and muttered out a little shy "Thank you."

- - -

It was late at night and everyone was sound asleep. Well, almost everyone.

Lilly was turning in her sleep, horrid images of scary monsters flashed in her mind and she woke up with a gasp. Her eyes darted around her room and it was dark. The moon light from the window barely lit the room up. She got out of bed and took the tiny robot Dottore made with her.

Luckily for her, the room you and Dottore slept in was not far from hers, she opened the door slightly ajar and peered inside. Noticing the two slightly moving silhouettes in the room. 

She tiptoed to your side of the bed and poked your arm.

"Mr(s) (Y/n)?" She whispered.

You were a light sleeper so it didn't take you long to stir awake.

"Mmm… Lilly? Why are you awake?" You asked, turning over to face her fully, waking your husband up as well.

"I had a nightmare and I'm scared…" She told you, her voice trembled and her arms wrapped around the robot tightly.

"Oh, you poor thing…" 

You helped her to get on the bed and laid her down between you and your husband. He yawned and was trying to comprehend why Lilly was in the bed with the two of you.

He looked at you for answers and you only said, "Nightmare." 

"Would you like to listen to a story to help you sleep, Lilly?" You asked.

She pondered for a while before answering, "Yes please."

“Let’s see… Once upon a time, there was a little girl,” you began, then looked at Dottore to continue. He groaned a little and tried to think of something in his sleepy state.

“The little girl had a knife— I mean uh… A teddy bear? His name was… Bob,” he said. Making his sentence a bit more family-friendly when you glared at him.

“She and the teddy were best friends, they would go on an adventure together.” You added more to it.

“Then the little girl later strangled the teddy—“ He stopped when you hit his arm. 

"What he meant to say was, the little girl later helped the teddy bear with a mission…"

The both of you carried the story on, well, more like you having to constantly make changes to Dottore's… questionable imagination.

But overall, it went pretty well, sometimes Lilly would snicker at the jokes Dottore made. But laughed even harder at his horrible attempt at talking in a high pitch voice to mimic the teddy bear. 

His face was red from embarrassment, to say the least, that he made a fool out of himself just to make the two of you laugh.

It was embarrassing… but it was worth it, to hear the laughter of his two sweet angels.

"And finally, Bob made it home safely… The end." You ended the story.

You turned your attention to Lilly and you could tell she was getting tired, her eyes were droopy and she could barely keep herself awake.

As her mind was about to take her away into the land of dreams, you heard her muttering.

"Night night, daddy… Night night (mommy / other daddy)..."

Bonus:

Dottore walked into Arlecchino's office and slammed some papers onto her work desk.

"The papers are signed, she is now officially my daughter."

"Very well."

[devine-star]

hi! I saw your response to my desperate thank you to your writing of colby with a male reader but held off until on requesting until now because I saw the response at like 1 am. but anyway I was plunged back into my snc phase and am in desperate need of perhaps Sam, colby, and Seth with a tall male s/o? when I think tall I think like 6'3"+

pretty please I literally never request and I love your work so much, obviously no pressure ofc but ily

Sam and Colby crew x Tall!Male!Reader!

Note: Just gonna be headcannons about first dates! :)) Also thank you for the request!! Send in as many as you'd like!

Colby:

When Colby was first set up on this blind date, he didnt really know what to expect honestly

He was currently sat in a bar booth on his phone reading over the description that Kat had sent him.

"Colby?" He jumped and turned to look at the voice but had to look upwards seeing as the man standing at the booth was roughly 6'5!

"uh yeah!" He said happily standing, at first he thought this was a fan

"Oh good! I was hoping that was you! Im Y/n!" But this wasnt a fan, it was the man he was on the blind date with!

Now, Colby knew a lot of things about himself but one thing he DIDN'T know was he was into taller men.

Like, REALLY into taller men apparently.

His face was flushed red the entire date and anytime Y/n stood to go get them drinks, he felt his heart rate speed up

The date went AMAZINGLY!

Colby was swooning everytime Y/n laughed or smiled his way

After one too many drinks, the two men were stumbling down the LA streets.

Arms wrapped around each other and happily laughing and chatting about anything

By the time they got to Colby's apartment, Colby was feeling brave

So, as they were saying goodbyes Colby reached up and pressed a kiss to Y/n's lips; it got slightly heated.

"Wanna come up for some coffee?" Colby sloppily winked causing his date to laugh and agree

Sam:

Now, Sam knew he was into taller guys. Knew it his whole life!

So when he seemed to bag to, somehow, bag a nearly 7 foot tall guy; he felt AMAZING

Their first date was to an aquarium!

Lots of laughs were shared as Y/n seemed to bump his head on multiple things

First was the tube that you can walk through the water and see the fish

Sam couldn't help but giggle and lean against Y/n as he was laughing as well.

The next was when they were in the gift shop and Y/n was knelt down trying to find a size of shirt that Sam had wanted and when he stood? BAM! Head connected to a shelf

The two shared jokes about how this date would end in an e.r trip and decided to end the date and go for ice cream

But Sam couldn't hold in his giggles when Y/n had to bend over to order their ice cream at the small ice cream stand

Walking on the LA board walk, hand in hand and eating Ice cream. The two enjoyed deep talks

Talking about their goals and life and even some about their childhoods

Eventually the sun went down and somehow this date went from a 2 hour date to a 7 hour date.

Y/n dropped Sam off at home and before Sam could get out of the car Y/n stopped him and placed a kiss to his cheek telling him he'd love to do another date; Sam agrees.

Once Sam was inside, he did that classic movie thing where he leans against the door and happily sighs.

Colby looked over from where he was sitting in Sam's living room, "where have you been?"

"More importantly, how did you get into my house???"

Seth:

These two met when Seth was working at the Conjouring house

What a romantic way to meet!

Y/n had just gotten the job when he met Seth!

Y/n was a guide and Seth was just there working doing paperwork

The two spent many long nights together, Y/n opting to help Seth with his paperwork and Seth often followed the tour groups and helped relay stories to guests

The owners would often make small comments about how the two height differences were funny but also small comments about how close the two were

Often asking if the two had gone on a date yet or finally confessed their feelings

Seth would often borrow Y/n's hoodies, they were often dresses on him due to how much taller Y/n is to him

Seth would also fake not being able to reach a cup from the cabinet just so Y/n could reach around him from behind to grab the cup for him

Seth was crushing HARD after like 6 months of working together

The night that brought the two together was the night Seth was grabbed in the basement.

He came running up the stairs, TERRFIED

Y/n was the first person he ran to, tears in his eyes.

Y/n brought him outside and calmed him down as he held Seth

Eventually, the two fell into silence with Seth's head on Y/n's shoulder and Y/n's head resting on his

Something about this scary experience frazzled Seth's mind, he turned to look up at Y/n

Y/n looked back at him

Their eyes said everything when their voices failed

Soon their lips met and they shared a passionate kiss under the night stars.

From inside, they heard a gasp as one of the owners ran off shouting to their partner "you owe me 20$! They kissed!"

[berrypass-nonmurdle]

DUOLINGO CARTOON HEADCANONS

AHHAHAHAHAHAHA

i want a duolingo cartoon so bad 😭

I've written two episodes for it and am working on a third one bc I love writing shows :3

ANYWAY my dumbass hcs

In this version I have the gang is kind of like one big family, so I made some of the characters related to each other - like one of those dumb family sitcoms but way better :D

Sooooo

There's Eddy and Junior, but Oscar moved in with them along with Zari, who is Oscar's daughter in this version. Eddy and Oscar are papas and Zari is now Junior's stepsister!

Oscar left his wife after she had suspicions he was gay and he decided it would be better for him to stop pretending he's something that he's not. It's difficult for Zari, and she's still really close to her mom and visits her whenever she can

Poor Junior doesn't even really know his mom 😭

Oscar and Vikram are also brothers somehow (and Vik's the younger one lmao)! They grew up together but separated as adults, and have recently reunited. Vikram and Priti have two kids, Astacio and Bea! Astacio is an adult and lives back in Ghana with Priti, while Vikram took Bea to America to help her look for a career.

Ofc Bea is dating Lin! <3 Lin lives with Lucy as always, and Lily is her younger sister, who switches between living with their parents and also staying with Lucy. (The houses are right next to each other.)

Duo is a magic owl of course who usually stays with Lily. When everyone moved to town, they spoke different languages and couldn't understand each other, until Duo taught them each other's languages. Duo can speak any language but usually prefers to use their own personal language, 'Duolingo'. If they get too mad, they quadruple in size and become Big Duo, who must be calmed down before terrible things happen!

Falstaff was a bear that lived in town that scared everyone there, but he did not mean any harm and was very lonely. Duo taught him how to speak human languages, and he was adopted into the family <3 Falstaff has a large family himself, but he has trouble getting them to mesh well with his human family.

That was a lot more than I expected to write oh god. uhhh

ENJOYYYYY <3 tell me if you wanna see the episodes I wrote :D

[gloryavila]

Neteyam X Fem!reader

Omatikaya reader

A/n: Hi hi babes 🫶 sorry I haven't been cooking anything up life happens yk 😞 Yeah life happens and I just couldn't focus today and came up with a silly little scenario I had to write down ofc 😻🙏

ALSO TUMBLR SUCKS WHEN I SAVED THIS TO DRAFTS IT DELETED HALF OF WHAT IVE WRITTEN I WAS IN TEARS.. ANYWAYS 😒

ENJOYY !! 🫶🫶

Summary: Neteyam finally comes to his senses and confesses to you and you two finally mate 🤗🥳

Word count: maybe around 5k?

Warnings: fluff, smut 🔥🔥💪, unprotected sex, oral p in v 💋, not much graphic description of the sex sorry babes, breeding kink, NETEYAM AND READER ARE 19!!

Requested: Nope

He didn't know where to start or what to say.

He couldn't believe how dense he was until now, you literally made him jewelry and shared your food with him and he didn't notice you loved him? Just how? He has been inlove with you for as long as he could remember, he has been in awe of you ever since you guys teenagers. He thought he knew you the best and he loved you the most, so just how did he not notice you loved him too? At least it all made sense to him finally but he wanted to clutch into a ball and cry out of embarrassment. Even worse clutch into a ball and cry infront of you.

He had to see you now, immediately and he knew just where he will find you.

"Mother, father I'll be back soon don't wait for me!" He yelled as he ran out of his home and began jogging towards your special spot. He knew that even when he didn't come there, you would be there by the waterfall, he just knew it. He felt it.

He slowed down as he got closer, his heartbeat becoming faster by every beat, his cheeks blushing how was he gonna face you looking like this? If you even said a word to him he would faint, Eywa forbid anything else cause he might actually die. He took deep breathes calming himself down. He had to see you. He had to say he loved you, and apologize for being so dense.

He walked closer making his presence known by saying your name.

"Y/n?" He called out coming behind you, looking at how you shifted your body up and how your ears perked up exitedly when you heard his voice.

"Neteyam !" You didn't expect him to come, you didn't expect to see him at all. You weren't complaining, actually you wanted to see him. You had something to tell him.

"I have something to tell you-" You both said at the same time, he blushed and you laughed, you couldn't do anything else than they to laugh because you might actually start giggling like an absolute fucking idiot.

"You go first" You said, looking him directly in the eye as he walked closer to you.

"Y/n I-" He leaned closer putting his hand on your cheek, your breath hitched and you're whole body tensed up at the sudden touch. You knew what was going to happen, and you didn't dare pull away.

He kissed you gently, it was like kissing a cloud, gentle and nice. It was a gentle but a bit longer kiss as none of you dated pull away from other another.

Your body relaxed at the kiss.

As he was about to pull away, you didn't let that happen. Instead you wrapped your hands around him and your hand found its way thru his braids at the back of his head. Your bodies rubbing onto eachother as you kissed, now this kiss was it.

This was how you wanted to kiss him, nice and rough after all those years of frustration this was a great way to relieve it and even better relive it by kissing Neteyam.

You both pulled away, taking a step back from eachother as you blushed embarrassed to even look at eachother. Neteyam cleared his throat. You shifted your gaze to him.

You licked your lower lip as you stepped closer to him, now it was his turn to tense up but then again what is he embarrassed of?

You two kisses again, deep and rough. His tongue entering your mouth in the meantime as you were now on the ground grabbing onto any skin you both could. First you were on top of his lap now he was on top of you as his leg was in the middle of your legs between your thighs. You only ever pulled away to take short breathes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer, no matter how close you two were it would never be enough close you needed him inside of you right now.

He was shy, he didn't dare move his hands elsewhere other than your arms, waist and thighs. While you on the other hand couldn't relate to his troubles at all, one moment your hands were brushing against his chest down to his lower stomach, now wrapped around his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist. He touched your thighs bringing them up. All of his fantasies he thought about thru years when his hands were between his thighs are happening but you weren't just some fantasie he masturbated to, his love for you was far more complex.

You decided to help Neteyam a bit bringing his hands to your chest as he removed your breast beads. Whimpers and moans filled the previously silent and calm atmosphere to a hot one really quickly. His knee was right where it should be, between your thighs as he rubbed your clit removing your loincloth to the side.

"Neteyam-" you moaned his name as his ears perked up in excitement while yours were low and your eyes shut as your breath was uneven from all the kissing and moaning. A shade of purple washed over your face as Neteyam's fingers played with your nipples while he left sloppy kisses on your jaw down to your cleavege where he proudly left a hickey. His other hand trailed off down your stomach, to your lower stomach. You suddenly stopped him.

He looked at you confused and apologetic wondering if he did something wrong. You pulled your long braid from behind your back and were signalling him to do so to.

By doing this you will both be bonded for life. He pulled his braid connecting his queue with yours. Now you two felt every heart beat, every worry, every thought of one another. You both looked at eachother again shy. You started kissing him again decided you wanted to take matter into your own hands.

And that's how you mated and had your first time with Neteyam, the most gentle and best male Na'vi someone could wish for. Your childhood crush. It was like a fever dream exept it was real, it was all real.

That night Neteyam ended up not coming back home, why? He was too busy laying in the grass by your side. Now after all of that you decided to talk, you decided to talk about your feelings and everything on your mind. You both were too far into your own world to care about anything else. He was finally yours and you were his. That was the only thing that mattered.

Tho, bringing the fact you two mated like that to his family was a bit embarrassing.

Neytiri invited you for dinner and Jake just started the: "You will be Olo'eyktan you need to chose a mate" to which you both shot eachother a look trying not to laugh but both of you blushing and keeping in giggles. Everyones eyes from the family were on him and you right now.

"Actually father, I already chose a mate-" You cut him off.

"What nonsense you were completely dense it was me who chose you" You said and Neteyam nodded confirming what you said because it was true. Lo'ak and Kiri passed you two disgusted looks 'We know what you two did' and you two just blushed while Jake and Neytiri congratulated you both.

WELL YEAH I'm sorry if the ending is bad but Tumblr decided to be a bitch and deleted half of SUCH YUMMY THINGS I WROTE 😭☹️☹️ So I kinda lost motivation to even write it again I swear I was on the verge of tears IT PUSHED ME OFF THE EDGE SO HARD I SWEAR.. 😭😭 But yeah I hope you enjoyed at least and reposts, likes and constructive criticism is appreciated 🫶🫶

[xolliwritez]

BEHOLD, a request for you~

would you write some lee tengen with ler rengoku maybe where they have a tickle fight and tengen is being cocky because he usually always wins but rengoku manages to turn the tables on him?

no worries if you don't wanna write it ofc!! ♡

Sun Dials & Wails || KNY Tk Fic

A/N: UWAHHHH REY ❤❤❤ this request has been on my mind for such a long time now, and i've, finally, finished it!! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did creating it!!❤

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"Ahahaha! Tengen, you arrived just in time!" Chortled the Flame Hashira, his permanent smile taking over as per usual, only to widden as he saw his friend. It seemed the same effect happened towards the Sound Hashira, as he waved his hand towards Rengoku whilst he waltzed over.

"It seems I have! Agh, I missed you! Bring it in, a flashy hug by your's truly!" Uzui opened his arm's out, inviting to other to give him a very large hug, Rengoku, happily, accepted, zooming over and lifting him off the ground as he squeezed him affectionately. Tengen could only laugh as he wrapped his arm's around him in return, patting his back gently.

The two then released eachother, only for Uzui to grin as the Flame Hashira spoke, "Oh! Uzui, would you like to spar?" He asked, how could he say no to his best friend? Besides, they haven't got the chance to for awhile now! As he was about to take out his blades, he got startled as Rengoku cut him off, "No no, my friend, we'll do it with our bare hands!" He said with glee, a loud chuckle escaping him in amusement.

"Oh really? You ready too lose?" He kneeled down to Rengoku's level, the flame hashira growing more amused. "Give it all you've got, Uzui!" He said.

The two had backed up, putting their blades aside, Rengoku having taken off his cape to give him more versatility. The two got in a fighting stance, and as they counted down to one, both member's sprinted for eachother with immense speed, going for a blow. Rengoku made himself go lower to the ground, as Uzui saw this, he went to block the upcoming punch from the other. The two kept at this for awhile, neither of them tuckered out.

Uzui had gotten Rengoku to lise his balance as he swipped him off his feet, going to pin him down, but before he could, a loud shriek erupted from the Sound Hashira.

The two paused, in complete silence. Rengoku's hand having nabbed at his side, this noise was new to the both of them. As they stilled in shock, Rengoku then decided to jab his side again, making Uzui stiffen as he let out a flurry of giggles.

"Oh, you're ticklish?" Rengoku asked with a wide grin, amusement taking over. The tables have now turned, as Rengoku quickly flipped their positions, him being ontop of Uzui with his pointer finger's poking the taller man's side's, making him squirm in place. "How amazing! I didn't expect the great Uzui, the flashiest of us all, to be ticklish!" He laughed along with Uzui.

All Tengen could do was try to catch the other's hands, though in his current predicament, he couldn't even snatch his wrists, the other was simply too agile and smart with his movements to even get stopped.

"You know, back home, I used to tickle my brother, Senjuro, just like this? He acts just like you!" Chortled Rengoku, as he then grew more serious, now using both hands to crawl up and scribble at the bigger man's ribs and armpits, laughing along as Uzui could only squirm and laugh.

"Ahahah! Rengo-Rehengoku! Cuhut thahat out! Soho not flahahashy!" Uzui's cheeks flushed a bit, using whatever strength he still had, to attempt to push the other off, his efforts remained futile as whenever he reached towards Kyojuro, he'd immediately scribble at his armpits to make him throw his arm's back down to his side's.

"Sorry Uzui, but I'm not stopping until you surrender!" He mused, as he experimentally started tracing shapes at his back, making the other gasp and explode into an awfully loud fit of, what Rengoku says, flashy giggles.

"Rehehen! I'll gehet you bahack!" He swore, as he then grabbed his wrist, although the hashira didn't mind, as he then squeezed at his hip's. The two were awfully surprised to see Uzui had thrown his head back and laugh out an entire volcanic eruption.

"Oh! Seems I found a good spot!" Kyojuro retorted, deciding to be more playful, "Flame breathing.. eighth form.. flurry of tickles!" He laughed at his own silliness, watching the other continue to squirm. "What do you say? Do I win this?" He asked, leaning down awfully close to his ear as he did so.

"YES! YEHES! Ohohoh noHOHO! YOU WIN! UNCLE! UNCLE EHEHE!" He snorted, Rengoku laughing as he stopped, patting his back reassuringly. "You know your laughs are flashy." He said, only to gasp as he was pinned down. "Oh really? Now.. it's my turn."

[yellowkitkieran]

kt rq… i absolutely love ‘support system’ and you writing reader on arsenals women team.. maybe after the final game he is obviously quite down bc he knows it’s best for him to move clubs but he worries about their relationship. And reader tells him she would move to a club closer to his (possible) new one (even if not immediately) which he didn’t expect.. lot of angst/bit of fluff.

ofc only if something like that is for you and all. still feel a bit down momentarily after Sunday and now your recent fic just has me in a mood x

The Hardest Goodbye (Kieran Tierney)

Masterlist

Word count: 2.0k

Kieran's lap of honour at the Emirates is more of an anticipatory goodbye than anything.

You wait in the wings in the tunnel, dressed to the nines in the same Arsenal gear you wear on your own match days, and let Kieran have his moment with the fans. He drinks it all in, the fans clapping for him as they sing his chant, enjoying the Emirates for what is likely his last time as a gunner.

Heart aching, you stand still as Kieran's team trickles past you. He is one of the few remaining now, reluctant to accept his fate. Each time he turns to leave, Kieran is drawn to the crowd in the same manner that a fisherman is perpetually drawn to the sea. This rectangle of grass is more of a home to him than the four walls he shares with you. Kieran would sleep here, eat here, hang up family portraits in the halls if he could.

No matter what, Kieran's soul will always lie with the team he was meant to captain. The red banners will hang in his heart until it stops beating. Kieran is a gunner, through and through, and no contract can change that.

The past few weeks have been hell. Rumors of a move have plagued Kieran's every step. All he's focused on is performing at his best for his club, trying to go out on a positive note if he has to. There isn't anything formal just yet, but neither of you have acknowledged the elephant in the room: Newcastle has come knocking, and their interest has not been quiet.

It would be a smart move for Kieran. His career would flourish with a stable place in the starting XI, and he'd finally get the recognition he deserves. The footballer in you wants him to accept it should a deal come his way. That side of you is at war with the part of you that loves Kieran unconditionally though. Because if Kieran moves, that means you'll be apart. And if you're apart, you aren't sure you'll be able to provide Kieran the support he needs.

Your contract with the Arsenal women's team doesn't run out until the end of next season. Even if it did expire tomorrow, you haven't had any promising interest from other teams. Your agent could pester someone into taking you, sure, but it would probably come with a salary cut. You wouldn't mind though, as long as it brought you closer to Kieran.

When Kieran finally turns to head off the pitch, you wait for him with open arms. His boots click on the pavement and you resist the urge to warm him against wrecking the studs. Kieran is already crestfallen enough, tears already brimming in those brown eyes usually overflowing with adoration, and you can't bring yourself to push him over the edge.

"Come here my love," you murmur when Kieran is in earshot. Without hesitation, Kieran fits himself against you and clings to you like a lifeline. You let him tuck his face into your neck as he sniffles quietly, trying to fit a leash onto his emotions.

You murmur reassurances while you card your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "You played beautifully, my love. Everyone knows you left it all out on the pitch. I couldn't be prouder of you."

Whether or not your words help, Kieran's heartbeat slows from a frantic slam you can feel in your own chest to a steady rhythm that echoes your own. "Sorry," he mumbles a minute later. "Just cannae believe I might never walk out there wearing red again."

Stroking your fingers over Kieran's hair, you murmur, "I know baby, I know it's hard. But hey, even if you don't make it back, you'll still be loved here in London. You heard the fans, yeah? They'll always remember you for your flair and how well you brought us together when you captained. It's not your fault that the owners shelled out big bucks for someone halfway decent and benched you because they couldn't let their pocketbook take a hit."

"Now you're just trying to make me feel better."

"Working though, innit?"

"Maybe a little."

You smile, coaxing Kieran away from you far enough that you can kiss him. "I love you, Key. You've done great things in your time at Arsenal and you've made all of us who play here proud. If it's time for a new chapter, we can figure that out together."

**********

"Contract is here," Kieran croaks, as if contract talks are a normal part of your conversations over your morning coffee. "Newcastle want me on the same wages I'm on now at Arsenal, and they don't want to keep me. Arteta said there's no spot for me in the squad because I don't fit in the left side as well as he'd like."

"Oh."

Isn't it supposed to be storming when one receives bad news? Shouldn't the window panes be battered with rain, wind howling as it tries to seep into the cracks? The sun shouldn't be warming your face as you crack eggs in a pan. Birds shouldn't be singing their merry songs. The potted flowers lining your windowsill should be wilted, not stretching towards the light.

Wrong. This morning is all wrong for that sort of earth-shattering, heartbreaking news.

"Yeah, oh."

Kieran tips his chair onto its rear legs, reaching into the glass cabinet behind him for the bottle of Scottish whisky off the top shelf and the two crystal glasses beside it. The heavy tumblers thud against the wood dining table when Kieran sets them down, pouring himself a double and then a single in the other glass, which he leaves for you if you want it. He doesn't so much as wince when he throws his own back, swallowing it swiftly.

"It's nine in the morning," you say softly, out of concern for Kieran's liver and his psyche.

"I'm not taking it," Kieran mutters, eyes trained on the crystal in his hand. The finality in his voice is what terrifies you. He's given this decision plenty of thought, that much is obvious, and yet this is the first you've truly heard him talk about it.

At first, you aren't sure you've heard him correctly. If Kieran doesn't take this contract, then certainly Arsenal will sell him off to the next highest bidder, which will most likely be non-premier league. His career will stagnate and his dreams of a European championship will be all but squashed.

"Kieran," you say firmly, trying to elicit some sense. "Babe, you have to take it." Abandoning your breakfast, you quickly skim through the summarized terms on the top sheet. It's a good deal, one that means he'll be secure for at least four years at Newcastle. "Four years is a long time, you could get a lot done. Help build a winning team. You could captain them and stay there long term."

"I don't want to be there long term," Kieran snaps uncharacteristically. In arguments it's usually you that has the hot head, not your boyfriend. It catches you off guard and you take a physical step away to distance yourself.

"Why not?" You ask after a pause.

Asking a simple question sets Kieran off and he lashes out like a cornered animal, "Because you're here! My entire life is in London, in this house that we bought together- you can't just up and move with me! Newcastle's women's team isn't anywhere near the same level as Arsenal's- you'd be sacrificing your career for me and I can't let that happen. Which means we'll have to do long distance and I already have a hard time during international breaks! I wouldn't survive that, I couldn't come home to an empty house each night!

"And yet you sit here and act like I should be okay leaving you behind. Like I wouldn't be abandoning the most important person in my life, the woman I want to marry one day. I should just accept that because it's good for my career? You're more important than that! You're my priority, not football!"

While you know his frustration isn't directed at you, that doesn't stop his outburst from stinging. You know better than to reply straight away, letting Kieran process his emotions on his own until his eyes glass over with tears and his lip wobbles.

"I dinnae ken what I'd do without you," he whispers finally. "I can't just leave you behind."

"Kieran, I hear you baby. I hear you." You cautiously come around the table, aware of Kieran's ridgid shoulders and his wide, terrified eyes. "Take a breath, Key. Breathe for me." When you're finally in front of him, you cup Kieran's jaw and turn his face upwards. "In and out, Key. Just breathe."

As Kieran fights to find a steady breath, you wedge yourself between his body and the table to sit in his lap. You take his hands and guide them around your middle with the same gentle persuasion one might use with a frightened child. "Breathe," you remind him, with his face once more in your hands.

When his eyes squeeze shut, you finally notice the red blotches on his cheeks. He's been crying in your room, for who knows how long. He's been fighting this battle on his own, waging war with himself over what he wants for himself and what he wants for your relationship. It's tearing him apart inside; the fact that he's consumed alcohol at this early hour is evidence enough of that.

You have two very distinct, separate jobs. On the pitch, you're the star of Arsenal's women's team, guiding your best friends towards wins and scoring the occasional goal while you're at it. You've trained hard nearly every day of your life to be where you're at, and signing for Arsenal has brought you a lifelong found family along with the love of your life, Kieran.

Off the pitch, you've tasked yourself with loving Kieran. It isn't something anyone ever offers advice or guidance on; it's something you've have to explore and learn how to do on your own, in your own time. But you think you've done a damn good job of it so far. You're the one he turns to after a shit match and you're the one he wants to celebrate with after a win. You don't hold him back but instead you help him realize his full potential, even if that potential means separating the two of you for the time being.

"I don't want to go," Kieran repeats. You've never heard him so distraught. Deep down, he knows Newcastle is the best choice for him, but neither of you are willing to give up the love you share.

"You know, I've been looking at Manchester lately."

Kieran sniffles and rubs at his wet eyes. "What for? I don't want to move to United and City doesn't need a left back."

"Mmm, no, their men's team doesn't… but their women's team? Well, City's ladies could really use some help defensively."

Hope finally returns to Kieran's eyes. He blinks up at you, his hands landing on your hips to pull you impossibly closer to him. "I couldn't ask you to leave Arsenal. I know it's your home, too."

"See that's where you're wrong," you murmur, tipping your forehead to rest on Kieran's. "My home is wherever you are, Key. This is my home." You lay your palm on the center of Kieran’s chest, directly over his heart. "I was looking and Manchester is only an hour from Newcastle. I could see about a loan to City or even about a move there next year. We could get a house in the middle and commute- a half hour each isn't terrible. I know it's longer than the ten minute drive we have now, but…"

"We would be together," Kieran finishes on your behalf. You smile and reward him with a soft kiss before sweeping the pad of your thumb over his lips.

"Yes, we would be together. So do you think you can make it until January without me there? This summer we can pick out a house together, and I can start figuring out a move for myself. Meanwhile, you can just focus on you, and planning as many date nights as you can."

"I like the sound of that, darling. I really, really do."

[middleearthpixie]

Better Days ~ Chapter Thirteen

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it. 

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings:  Modern!Frerin  x ofc Elena Madison

Characters:Frerin, Elena, Alyssa, Toni, Flynn, Maura, and Jake

Warnings: Frerin and Elena get their Christmas festivities started…. 

Rating: M

Word Count: 4.9k 

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Newark Liberty Airport was the last place Elena ever wanted to be, especially at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning. Yet, there she was, at security, hugging Alyssa. “Have fun, peanut. And don’t give your grandparents a hard time.”

“Make them sorry they invited me? Gotcha.”

“Lyssa.”

“Mom.”

“Lyssa.”

“Mom.” Alyssa pulled back and smiled. “You know I’ll make them want to keep me.”

She wasn't wrong. As the only grandchild, Alyssa was spoiled and adored by all four of her grandparents, which helped to make up for Dan’s shortcomings as a father. Still, Elena hugged her once more. “I love you, Peanut. Merry Christmas and I’ll see you next Saturday.”

“I love you, too, Mom. And enjoy being childfree for a week. Hopefully you and Dr. Hottie will be able to actually go out now.”

“Don’t you worry about that.” She hadn’t told Alyssa about Frerin’s invitation to dinner, just in case she was stood up again. A foolish reason, but a reason just the same. “Have fun.”

“I will, Mom.” Alyssa slung her backpack over her shoulder and moved to get into the TSA security line. She looked back just before she stepped through the X-ray machine and gave Elena a thumbs up, put her shoes back on, and disappeared around the corner. 

With a soft sigh, Elena made her way back out to where she’d parked her car and as she sat, waiting for it to warm up, her phone rang. Frerin.

“Hello?”

“Merry Christmas.”

She smiled at the warmth in his voice. “Merry Christmas to you, too. You’re up awfully early for someone with no kids to wake you this morning.”

“Nah, my ex isn’t coming until about ten, or ten-thirty if she stays true to form, so Jake got us all up about an hour ago.”

“Six thirty. I feel your pain. I’m still at Newark and looking at almost an hour drive back and I’ve been up since three.”

“If you want to reschedule—”

“No,” she broke in quickly, shaking her head although he couldn't see it. “No, it’ll be fine. But, I will need your address.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that would help, wouldn’t it? I’m at twelve-twenty-seven Longhill Road. It’s a dark gray Colonial with yellow trim in a cul-de-sac.” 

“Sixish?”

“Yeah, I’ll be back from Thorin’s by then.” He paused then said, “So, your daughter got off all right?”

“She just cleared security a few minutes ago, so she’s on her own now and I won’t rest easy until she calls me when she’s on the ground in Florida.”

“I know you don't want to hear this, but she will be fine. Just like I told you when I saw her in the ER.”

“I know, but still.”

“Yeah, I get it. Okay, I’ll let you get on the road and I have to feed this crew before Toni shows up, so I will see you tonight.”

“Yes, you will. What can I bring?”

“Just yourself. I’ve got it all covered.”

“Frerin.”

“I do. Trust me.”

She sighed softly. “What were you planning to make?”

“I have a recipe for a garlic-studded beef roast so I hope you don't mind a little garlic.”

“I don’t. Are you sure I can’t bring anything?”

“Elena, if you ask me that one more time, I’m going to make you cook dinner.”

“Okay, okay. I won’t ask.”

“Good. I’ll see you later.”

“Yes, you will.” 

“Dad,” Jake came into the kitchen, “Mom’s here.”

“Did she bring the Skeeze with her?” Maura asked, looking up from her phone as she sat at the kitchen table.

“I don't know.” Jake shrugged. “I didn’t look.”

“Well, is it her car or his?”

“It’s the Tesla.” Flynn appeared in the doorway, still in his flannel NY Giants pants and the wrinkled Ozzy Osbourne t shirt he usually slept in. 

Maura looked up and at the same time, she and Flynn said, “The Skeeze.”

“Okay, guys.” Frerin bit back a smile. “It’s Christmas. Try to get along with the Skeeze, okay? Just for one day.”

“Why do you call him the Skeeze?” Jake looked from his brother to his sister. “Is it because he’s creepy?”

“Why do you think?” Maura pushed away from the table. “Dad, do we have to go?”

“Yes, you do.” Frerin leaned back against the counter, arms folded. “Look, we’ve had this discussion more than once, Maur. You have to go because the court said so. I’m not going to go against a court orderand run the risk of that being used to take you and your brothers away from me.”

“Wait,” Jake looked up at him, eyes wide, “can Mom do that?”

Frerin sighed softly. “Maur, Flynn, go get ready, okay?”

They grumbled, but did as he asked and when he and Jake were alone, he moved to scoop him up. Jake was small for his age and at almost eleven, was often mistaken for being about five or six. “Listen to me, Jake, okay? You know your mom and I both want you to live with us, right?”

“I want to stay here, Dad. Can she make me leave?”

“She can’t, no,” he replied slowly, shaking his head. “But, if a judge thinks you and your brother and sister would be better off with her, he or she can order that your mom gets custody of you.”

Jake’s eyes went wider still and Frerin gave him a gentle squeeze. “If that happened, I’d still see you, buddy. Every other weekend, like you do with mom now.”

“But I don't want to live with her and Tim.”

“I know, but if a judge says that’s best, then we have to do it. But,” he gave Jake another squeeze, “it’s not a given, either, so try not to worry about it, little man. You concentrate on school and leave the other worrying to me, okay?”

Jake didn't look a hundred percent convinced, but he nodded and then tightened his arms about Frerin’s neck. “I want to stay with you, Dad. I don't want to live with Mom.”

“I know, buddy. And my lawyer is going to make sure the judge talks to you and Maura and Flynn as well, so you’ll be able to make that known.” He pressed a kiss into Jake’s rusty curls. “Now, you go and have a good Christmas with your mom, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

The doorbell rang and so Frerin gave him a last squeeze and set him down. “Go get your stuff.”

“Okay.” 

They left the kitchen, with Jake going upstairs while Frerin padded to the front door and opened it. “Hi, Toni.”

“Merry Christmas, Frerin.”

“Merry Christmas. I see Tim still refuses to get out of the car?” He leaned around her to wave at Tim, who sat stoically behind the steering wheel, raising his hand in a half-hearted wave. 

“Do you have to start already?”

“You’re right.” He stepped back. “It’s Christmas. Come on in.”

She stamped the snow from her boots and stepped into the foyer. “So, how was your Christmas morning?”

“It was fine, Toni. Kids gave me a tool set, and a couple of ties. You?”

“It was nice. Tim made breakfast and gave me a diamond bracelet.”

As she spoke, she held out her arm and tugged up her sleeve and the light bouncing off the stones in her new bracelet were enough to blind him. Still, he managed to smile. “He knows you pretty well.”

Toni let her sleeve fall back. “He took the time to find out.”

“Toni,” he folded his arms and offered up a long look, “you practically drool over Zales commercials. It’s not hard to guess you like sparkly things.”

“You just—” She stopped as Jake came down the stairs. “Merry Christmas, baby!”

“Merry Christmas, Mom.” Jake came over, looking less than enthused as he shrugged into his backpack. “Maur and Flynn will be down in a minute.”

“Good. Why don't you go wait out in the car? I’ll be out in just a minute.”

Jake wrinkled his nose. “With Tim?”

“What’s wrong with Tim?”

“Nothing, except he calls me Champ and Sport and I hate that. Even Dad doesn’t call me that and he’s lame as they come.”

“Thanks, Sport.” Frerin managed to hold back his smile as Jake glared at him. “I’ll see you the day after tomorrow, okay, Champ?”

“Dad.” Jake ducked as Frerin made to rumple his hair and clumped his way out the front door as Maura and Flynn came down the stairs together. 

“Merry Christmas!” Toni greeted them with a wide smile. 

“Merry Christmas, Mom,” Maura said, giving her a brief hug.

Flynn gave her a one-armed bro hug. “Merry Christmas. Hey, can I drive to your place?”

“Uh, you don’t have a license yet,” Toni said.

He shot her a look. “I got my permit two weeks ago, remember?”

“You’ll have to ask Tim.”

Flynn sighed. “Yeah, like he’d let me touch his precious Tesla. That’s a big, fat no.” 

“He might surprise you.”

“Yeah, right.” Flynn threw this over his shoulder as he tugged open the front door. “I’ll see you day after tomorrow, Dad.”

“Yes, you will.”

Maura gave him a quick hug. “Love you, Daddy.”

Frerin pressed a kiss into the side of her head. “Love you, too, Munchkin.”

“Dad.”

“What?” He stepped back. “You are.”

“I haven’t been since I was Jake’s age.”

“Oh, like that was so long ago. As if.” He rolled his eyes the way he’d seen her do it a million times before.

She wrinkled her nose at him. “Jake’s right. You are lame, Dad.”

“Yeah, I know. I know. Go. Enjoy your Christmas.”

“You coming, Mom?”

Toni looked over her shoulder at Maura. “I’ll be right there. I need to speak with your father about something.”

Maura shrugged. “Okay. Bye, Dad.”

“Bye, honey.” 

The front door banged shut and he let his smile drop. “What is it this time?”

“I’d like to keep the kids through New Year’s. Tim wants to take us all up to Stowe to go skiing.”

“Have you asked them?”

“No. I wanted to run it by you first. Besides, this way, you get some time to yourself.”

“Whoa… since when do you care if I get a day off?”

“There’s no need to be an ass about it, Frerin. I thought they could use the change of scenery and you might like some free time.”

He sighed softly. She seemed sincere enough and in all honesty, a few free days would be welcomed. “Ask them. If they want to go, I don't have a problem with it.”

“Good. I was hoping you wouldn’t. Flynn said you have had a chance to ski at all yet.”

“Well, ski season’s only a month old, but no, we haven’t gone yet.”

She leaned back to peer through the window. “I should go. I’ll let you know what we’re doing in a day or two, okay?”

“Yeah. I’m off until Saturday night and on nights until the first.”

“You should get some rest, Frerin. You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine, but thanks.”

She moved to grip the door handle. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Toni.”

The door closed behind her and he moved to the window to watch Tim roll back out of the driveway. Then they were gone and he had the house to himself. As was the case every time the kids went to their mother’s, the silence was almost deafening, pressing in on him from all corners. 

He rubbed his hand along his beard, debating about whether or not to shave it off, decided against it, and then went upstairs to the master bedroom, where he stripped off his grey sweatpants and black tee shirt, tossed both into the hamper, and padded into the bathroom to get the shower going.

****

At ten to six, Elena pulled into the wide driveway of a dark gray Colonial with yellow trim and parked behind Frerin’s silver Infiniti. The bushes out front were aglow with multicolor strings of Christmas lights, and a large wreath dotted with small ornaments, holly leaves and berries, and a red velvet bow adorned the pale yellow front door.

Her heart beat faster as she reached for the paper bag on the passenger seat before climbing out of her car. Snow began falling about a half an hour earlier and the house itself looked like it belonged on a Christmas card. Every house in his neighborhood did as well and it was easy to see it was an upscale area. BMWs, Teslas (was she one of the only people who didn't give a damn about putting more money in Elon Musk’s pockets?) Lexuses, and Infinitis sat covered in a fine dusting of white powder and each house was like the one before her—more than she could ever hope to afford on a teacher’s salary.

She climbed up the front steps and pushed the buzzer, her heart hammering even harder against her ribs now as footsteps sounded just beyond the door. Then it swung open and Frerin smiled down at her, handsome as ever in jeans and black, long-sleeved t-shirt. “Merry Christmas, Elena,” he said as he opened the storm door and held it open for her. “Come in out of the cold.”

“Merry Christmas,” she replied, brushing by him to step into the foyer, where she tried not to stare. It wasn’t easy, as it was one of the biggest houses she’d ever been in. Across from the front door was a gracefully curved staircase, decorated with a lush green garland, and dotted with red velvet bows. To her left was a formal dining room, with what looked like an antique cherrywood table, chairs, and breakfront. China and crystal sat tucked behind the breakfront’s glass doors, and the table itself bore a festive red and green runner, and a wooden bowl filled with pine cones that were scented cinnamon, judging by the hint of cinnamon that hung in the air. 

The formal living room was to her right, with elegant-looking sofas of blue and white chintz, the coffee and end tables also cherrywood, with delicate curved legs. It as dark, but she saw a crystal bowl in the middle of the coffee table, also piled with pine cones.

The kitchen was straight head and slightly to the left and it appeared to be far warmer than than the living or dining rooms, spacious, with sage green walls, the furniture all maple and sturdy, with French doors behind the table and chairs that she assumed led to a deck of some sort.  

He closed the door. “Did you have any trouble finding me?”

“Not at all. My GPS is usually spot on. It’s a beautiful neighborhood.”

“It has its selling points. My neighbors are okay. Enough kids here to keep mine busy in the summer, but they tend to hang out here more than I’d like them to.” He shrugged. “I’ve thought about selling, but I don't want to uproot my kids if I don't have to just yet. Here, let me take your coat.”

He caught her wool coat by the lapels and as the backs of his thumbs brushed her, he leaned in and caught her lips in a soft kiss. Her coat slid over her shoulders, spilled to the floor with a muffled thump of heavy wool. She melted against him, the wine bottle thunking softly against her thigh. His lips moved gently against hers, parting, his tongue easing between her lips to caress hers as he slid an arm about her waist and drew her closer. 

She draped her free arm about his neck, threading her fingers up into the soft hair curling at the nape of his neck. He reached to take the bag from her, then reached back to set it on the table across from the front door, and brought that arm about her as well, sliding that hand down over her ass, cupping her cheek to pull her harder into him. Their bodies met, her breath hitching at the sudden, almost intimate contact, and when he gave a gentle thrust against her, a shiver rippled through her. 

His arms tightened about her, his kiss deepening further until her head spun from the fire, from the passion, that steadily grew hotter with each passing second. It swirled through her, sinful and sweet and in its wake, an ache unlike anything she’d ever felt took root. Her back bowed of its own, the firm pressure of his chest against her breasts a sweet caress that sent even more heat spiraling through her. 

Frerin lifted her easily and without thinking, she wrapped her legs about his waist, catching his sigh as he arched against her, tugging her tighter against him at the same time. Heat became fire, ribboning through her. She rocked against him, the sensual friction bringing a soft moan to her lips and a damp heat between her thighs. Her head spun wildly, her blood smoking through her veins, her heart racing with desire, with need.

He lowered her slowly, and smiled as he drew back, his, “I should get your coat off the floor and hang it up,” on the breathless side before he crouched to snag it up from the floor.

Elena tried to catch her breath, to calm her racing heart, and to will away the butterflies that battered her insides as he moved to the hall closet and pulled open the door. Her entire body tingled with desire, hummed with need, and part of her just wanted to jump on him right then and there.

He hung up the coat and turned back, tugging up his left shirtsleeve as he said, “Come in and let me get you a glass of something.”

“I brought wine.” She stretched to grab the bag on the table and slid the bottle of Pinot Noir from it. 

“Sounds good.” He took the bottle in one hand and caught hers in his free one. “I’ll give you the grand tour while it breathes a little.”

“Lead on.”

His fingers tightened about hers and he gave a gentle tug on her arm to draw her alongside him, leading her into the kitchen, where he slid his hand free and set the bottle on the granite island in the center of the room. “This, as you can probably see, is the kitchen.”

She smiled. “The oven sort of gave it away.”

“Yeah, it does that.” He moved to a drawer and tugged it open, then reached in and pulled out a Rabbit corkscrew. “I think we spend the bulk of our time here.”

“It’s gorgeous. I miss having a big kitchen.” She looked around at all of the space on the shiny black granite countertops, the double oven, the Viking built-in refrigerator. The cabinets were maple, with glass inserts in the doors, and along the top of them, stood three plates, each with a child’s crayon drawing and their name above it. Flynn. Maura. Jake. 

He popped the cork free and stretched to drop it into a wire bottle that was already filled two-thirds of the way with other corks, then crossed to the cabinet at the far end, near the wall-mounted landline, and took out two balloon glasses to set on the counter alongside the now-open wine bottle. 

She moved to the far doorway, where one step down led her into the family room. It was spacious, with a towering cathedral ceiling, but cozy at the same time. A ginormous flat-screen television had been mounted on the front wall, between the floor-to-ceiling windows, and across from it a comfortable-looking sectional sofa of dark brown microsuede. An enormous Douglas fir Christmas tree stood in the front corner, softly aglow with multicolored lights, and a fire crackled on the hearth in the stone fireplace on the far side of the room. 

“This is beautiful,” she murmured as she stepped down into the room alongside a wet bar with pub mirrors mounted on the wall behind the bar and alongside it. “Where did you find these?”

“My brother owns a bar, and every few years he renovates. Last go-round, I claimed a few.” He came up behind her, then slid back behind the bar. “What can I get you? It’s fully stocked.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“You sure?”

“I am, thank you.” She smiled as she moved closer to the fireplace, where, on the mantle, were numerous photographs, all in silver frames. His kids, no doubt. Flynn and Maura were dead ringers for him, each one with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. “Where does your youngest get his red hair from?”

“Toni’s side. She’s a redhead, and so are her mother and younger brother. Jake looks just like her when she was the same age.”

Her gaze fell on a photo of Frerin with a newborn in a hospital room. His hair was a lighter, almost honey-gold, and longer than it was now. He smiled up at the camera, looking every bit like a proud new father, with just a tiny bit of fear in his pale blue eyes. He looked so young, he had to be holding Flynn. “Is this your oldest?”

“Yeah.” He reached over to take the frame. “I was barely twenty years old when he was born. Just a kid, myself, really.”

“I’m still amazed you managed medical school with a baby.”

“Toni stayed home and took care of the kids, which made it easier for me. Her family has money, so they helped us out while I was still in medical school and  covered what my resident’s salary didn’t.”

“All three of them are gorgeous, you know.” She looked up at him. “And Alyssa’s told me Maura’s very popular.”

“Yeah, come summer, I’m up to my eyes in teenagers. It’s noisy.” He set the photo down and her eyes were drawn to the one behind it. Again, a younger Frerin with Thorin, the two of them trying their best to look intimidating, dressed in jeans and Metallica tee shirts, at the old Giants Stadium at the Meadowlands. Thorin was much darker in coloring than Frerin, his hair nearly black compared to Frerin’s, which was more of a golden brown when he was younger. But they had the same eyes—pale blue with hints of gray swirled through. 

“How old are you here?” 

He took the frame from her and let out a soft chuckle. “Seventeen, maybe? We went to see Metallica and Limp Bizkit, if you can believe it.”

“Metallica, I can believe.” She offered up a look. “But Limp Bizkit?”

“Yeah, they sucked, but Metallica didn't and they were why we were there.”

“I can see that,” she said with a smile, taking in the long hair and beards both Frerin and his brother sported in the picture. “Do you ever go clean shaven?”

“Yeah, usually come springtime I shave it off.” He rubbed along his jaw with one hand. “And then when the weather gets cool, I grow it back. It usually takes my kids a few days to figure out what’s different about dad.”

She gazed up at him. “I can’t picture you without the beard, but I imagine you turn a lot of heads, Dr. Durin.”

“Yeah, I don't know about that.” He set the photograph back and turned toward her. His eyes glittered in the glow of the fire. “I’m glad you’re here, you know. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Me, too. I was almost afraid you were going to have to work again,” she admitted softly, her heart speeding up as he curved his hands against her cheeks. 

“Nope. Dr. Durin is off duty until Saturday night.” His thumbs skimmed lightly along her cheekbones, his eyes held hers. And when he bent toward her once more, and their lips met, she let her hands come to rest on his hips. 

His lips moved teasingly against hers, and when she lightly traced along the perimeter of his lips, his breath hitched, which made her smile, and he responded by tangling his tongue with hers and drawing hers back into the welcoming heat of his mouth. 

Knots began twisting her insides, her arousal swift and sharp. Heat swirled through her, wove into those knots, tightened them further. The dull ache swept along the same path, urging her to press against him, to savor the solid feel of his body against hers.

His hands slid down from her face, along her neck. Down her arms. His thumbs danced along along the outer curves of her breasts, where he paused and slid them across, to where her nipples beaded through her satin bra cups.

She sucked in a sharp breath as he slid his thumbs over those taut beads and lighting flashes through her. With each lazy pass, the heat between her thighs worsened, bringing forth the silken dampness that tingled its way along her aching, aroused flesh. 

He caught the bottom of her sweater and slipped both hands beneath it and she held her breath as he grazed along her ribs and up to cup both breasts, where he gently kneaded them through the satin. 

Her head spun with the pleasure he sent rocketing through her, sweet and teasing as it swept along those knots that now dropped lower. She gripped the bottom of his tee shirt, tugged it up just enough to slip her hands beneath it and when she touched bare male skin, he exhaled hard into her mouth, his fingers tensing about her breasts, his thumbs teasing her bare nipples to the point where they were pebbled, all-too-sensitive peaks. 

Frerin slid his hands back down, caught the bottom of her sweater once more, and drew it up. She broke their kiss long enough to let him sweep it over her head, and then tugged him down to meet her lips once more. A moment later and her bra strap gave and he tugged the shoulder straps down off her shoulders, smiling as her bra hit the floor.

He cupped both breasts once more, teasing them with those playful thumbs, plucking at her nipples, rolling them, capturing each one of her moans, her sighs, as he did. Her entire body hummed with the need to have him, her hands moving of their own accord to first his belt, then the button on his Levi’s. The buckle rattled as she unbuckled it. The fly gave. She slid one hand in.

Frerin sucked in a sharp breath as she traced only her fingertips along the hot, sleek length of his cock. He rocked against her, a soft moan at his lips as she swept those fingertips down along his shaft, underneath it. She teased him with light strokes, around him, along him, into the soft, sensitive flesh just under the wide head. And with each pass, he rocked to meet her, tangled his tongue with hers, squeezed her breast tighter still.

She slid her forefinger through the bubble of fluid at his opening, let it coat her palm to make her next pass even more silken. He was thick and proud, and as she wrapped her fingers about him, and he thrust into her hand, the dampness between her legs increased. She could almost feel him inside her, her body clenching as if he was already there.

He broke the kiss as she traced her fingernails lightly along the underside of his shaft from base to tip, breathing, “Elena…” as he reached for the snap on her jeans.

His hand slid into them, into her heat, and her head spun wildly as his fingers slid through her arousal, along her clit, to her opening, where he thrust one inside her and teased her gently. She squeezed him, her hips moving of their own as he swirled that finger inside her, as he thrust it slowly in and eased it slowly out. Then, he shifted, and fire tore through her as he hit that magical sweet spot so many men couldn't find, never mind caress. 

Her fingers tightened about his cock, her fingernails sank into his shoulder, and she shuddered against him as he stroked her ever so sensually. Fire licked along her legs, licked between them, along her stomach and over her breasts, and she clung to him, her hand going still as he worked her so carefully into the most powerful orgasm she ever felt. It took root, the tingles ripping out from where he stroked her so sweetly, and her entire body tensed with the need to come. 

He swept back along that sweet spot, and with his thumb, did a slow, teasing pass over her now-aching clit.

She exploded.

“Frerin!” Her cry echoed around them as she pulsed around him, rocking to draw out the fiery pleasure as best she could. Her entire body tingled as if a live wire pressed against her, and she came a long gush that he drew out until she sank against him, breathless and too sensitive to be touched. 

He slipped his finger free, teased her clit with one more caress, and then whispered, “Lena…” cradling her against him as she clung to him, fighting to breathe, her body limp from the powerful rush of her climax.

He kissed her then, deep and slow, and as her head slowly cleared, she smiled up at him as he whispered, “You want to go upstairs, honey?”

“I would love to.”

He smiled. “Come on, then.”

He linked his fingers with hers, bringing her hand up to brush with a kiss, and at the top of that gracefully curved staircase, she tugged him to her, smiling as his arms slid about her and his lips found hers. He swept her up into his arms then, spiriting her the rest of the way down the hallway and into his bedroom. 

[obnoxiouslittlefrog93]

Ok ik y'all are probably sick of me double-posting but like. Idk there's just something I have to put into words.

I was a huge fan of The Beatles at 14. I'm talking super obnoxious, if you knew me in middle school or even high school I was absolutely insufferable kind of fan. I'd have bullied past me tbh. And ofc since I "loved" Paul McCartney so much (I now consider him a fucking clown, the first red flag should've been the lamest cover of Crossroads ever recorded) I thought I was cis and straight.

I guess the first nail in the coffin was seeing him live. Ikr, who tf sees their hero live and falls out of love with them? Well, I did. It wasn't that I was disappointed, or even felt any less for him at the time. I'd finally done it, I'd seen him in person, in the flesh. I was lucky enough to have a floor seat and for a few measly seconds he even acknowledged my existence. I had these great big glittery cardboard signs I held up, probably asking for a piece of his hair or something stupid like that. Idk, they've either been thrown out or disappeared into a pile of miscellaneous junk in the back of my closet or the basement. As much as I think just as badly of him today as I did good about him then, you have to understand that as a suicidal teenager the only thing worth living for was a hot piece of ass (even an old one that lived in the grainy film of decades passed) that could be mine forever if only I was able to express to him how much I needed him. I knew on some level that it was entirely stupid. I was dumb, but not that dumb. I entirely expected a mere millisecond of his attention that he had to divide among the huge audience, but that didn't mean it hurt any less when the illusion finally broke. I lied, manipulated, and stole for those tickets. For years I poured my entire being into a band that didn't even exist anymore and what did I get for it? Crumbs. I guess I was just used to that, I'd never gotten anything more from anyone without some form of trickery. That's probably why I didn't feel betrayed in the slightest, at least not until Egypt Station came out.

Egypt Station was an album entirely born of the modern era, an era I had and still have absolutely no place in. The 2000's is no place for a depressed creative with the type of brain chemistry that insists on constantly watching YouTube videos just to drown out the deafening silence of yet another soulless house with beige carpet and grey walls, too damaged to stand working a soul sucking job but too incompetent to get one that matters. I should have been an outlaw. I was born damaged and violated and ashamed for reasons I was too young to remember. I didn't know why I hated myself so much but I knew it had to come from somewhere. All the evidence pointed to the very people who were supposed to keep me safe and take care of me, and from some incomprehensible source I knew I couldn't trust them. I lived by my wits, and that's the only way I know how to live. Thing is, that way of living doesn't exist anymore. There's no western frontier to disappear into, in the material world, in the musical world, in the art world, anywhere. The art and writing and music industries are so deeply tied to society and capitalism that you aren't selling your soul at the crossroads anymore. No, you're selling it at an auction house, cooped up in a metal pen like livestock. Rotting in your own filth. And the bidders are becoming less and less every round, the auctioneer is tired and slow, and no one gives a shit unless you're lucky enough to be marketable. Much as I tried I could never get the devil to appear. He's too busy helping white moms profit off of MLM's and whispering the so-called "benefits" of AI to corporations. Egypt Station made me sick to my very soul. I threw away years of my life, emasculated myself, all but whored myself out to this bitch only for him to devote what talent I saw in him to the world that was killing me.

Make no mistake, I knew deep down that I was a man, even then. There is nothing cis or straight about fantasizing a world in which I got surgery to have a huge dick, and lived with rockstars, and trashed hotel rooms with Keith Moon and fucked more sexy long haired talented men than Miss Pamela Des Barres herself. From the age of 12 I could teach a cowboy how to manspread and a sailor swears that would have never crossed his mind. Living with my dad, huge bastard that he is, probably helped with that, but this isn't about him. The Beatles, for all their saccharine messages of peace and love, could never have convinced me any of it was real. I wanted to. For those years the most important lyrics in the world to me were "the love you take is equal to the love you make." Even my own goddamn shithead narcissist of a father couldn't come up with that, the biggest pile of bullshit I ever believed in. I knew from experience.

A year ago I watched Cowboy Bebop. In the time that passed I'd learned how to be a man from rockstars and other damaged artists. I was also living with a group of cis and straight roommates who would go on to personally victimize myself, and our trans roommate who I became close to, and "accidentally" poison his dog. That's a story I won't get into now because this is already long as fuck. Point is, as soon as they decided they didn't like us, they made our lives a living hell. They made me suicidally anxious in such a way that I doubted they were even the problem. It was my dumb autistic ass, unable to tell if they even hated me or not. I was so desperate to get out of my parents' house, where I still have to walk on eggshells, and not live in such a place ever again that I didn't even believe it was happening. Conditioned to avoid confrontation like the plague, I let them walk all over me. The only job I've ever had didn't help. It was just as soul sucking as that house, so desperate for workers they hired my incompetent, unskilled, completely unexperienced ass. But every night I came home from work, dead on my feet, he and the dog were there. I'd run upstairs to get out of my work clothes, then we'd sit on his bed and smoke, the dog sitting in my lap, and watch trash reality TV from the early 2000's, or whatever predator catchers-style show was in his YouTube recommendations. That's probably what kept me alive then. And in that period, over a couple weeks, my other friend, the only one I'd had for that long, since the aforementioned Beatles phase to this day, made me watch Cowboy Bebop.

I cried when Spike died, but I didn't know why at the time. I wasn't in a place to process it. Spike wasn't even a real person, but I didn't know why or how he was so real to me. I didn't even notice when it was right in front of me, when I was living it, that we're far too much alike. Suicidal stoics, living in a dream, alive by mere chance, more comfortable alone and floating through the endless void of space than any sane man should be. I learned something from him though. Whatever happens, happens. What other choice did I have? Now that I was so broken as to be unable to delude myself any further because the anxiety would kill me, I had to give up. I had no more fucks to give. Fuck these awful people I live with, fuck my failing grades, fuck whatever bullshit comes to destroy me. Whatever happens happens, nothing I can do about it now. Best I can do is take it with a straight face when the alternative is death. Then, about 4 months ago, I felt the need to watch it again. Yet again, any sense of stability was starting to crumble, and I wanted nothing more than to sit and smoke and go back to living on that ugly yellow couch with Spike, Jet cooking in the other room, Faye sitting on the stairs filing her nails, and Ed typing away on her computer. I wanted to sit out on the wing of the Swordfish with the world behind and the open road ahead. I know where the series goes, whenever I rewatch it, but I'll never let Spike die his final death. I have to believe, that there's a happy existence out there for him somewhere, because we share the same soul. Even if I have to drag him up from hell, more broken than I ever thought possible, to get him there.

I still don't know, if I'm really alive. Maybe I'll never know. I don't remember if I was, when I first read those lyrics, but I guess I should've paid more attention to "You're gonna carry that weight."

listening to music i listened to when i was 14 makes me realise im still the same person but taller & with a rare esoteric wisdom that can only be gained through suffering

[averagefolksfandom]

on “wise woman” vs “prophetess”

So we know from the beta pilot that the citizens of Vallis refer to Terra’s position as the “wise woman,” to the point where most of them seem not to even know the position can be called “prophetess.” Meanwhile, Terra refers to herself as a prophetess, and the narrator as well as all marketing materials we’ve seen so far have referred to her as a prophetess as well. On a more meta level, the term used by the narrator and marketing materials suggests “prophetess” will be the dominant term moving forward, but every good DnD player knows how to separate meta knowledge from player knowledge, and this is a post about the in-universe implications, so we’ll leave it at that. 

Terra suggests that the term difference has to do with a culture one between wherever she came from and Vallis. Makes sense, makes sense. I am *super* here for those kinds of vocabulary shifts based on culture/location, makes the storyworld feel that much more real. What’s really interesting to note though is that Terra is repeatedly shown to be uncomfortable/upset by/annoyed with the term “wise woman” being used instead. I have two things to say about this.

1.) It could be that Terra is as unfamiliar with the term “wise woman” as Vallis is with “prophetess,” and since everything else around her is new and strange already, she may very likely feel threatened by the idea of a profession name change. Labels can become tied to identity, after all, so the shift may feel to her like a shift in/change of identity. (I say “threatened by”; she may not think of it like that necessarily, as she doesn’t seem to like feeling threatened and would be resistant to admitting that’s the case, but acknowledged or not, she can and has responded with hostility [correcting the others, sometimes forcefully]. But I digress.) 

2.) It could be that Terra is familiar with the term “wise woman,” but the name means something different where she comes from. We know nothing about wherever she’s from. For all we know, that’s what people call something entirely different and maybe even against her values. If that were the case, the shift in language would be personally distressing even if she understands that the name is just different in Vallis. In a worst-case scenario, it could be the equivalent of going to another country and finding out that your job is casually referred to as the slur for it in your country. 

NOW. In any case, Terra is the one coming into a new culture, and more than that, she’s coming into a service role for the community. Part of her job is to learn the new culture and adjust to it, and allowing the job title change might be part of that. The fact that she doesn’t seem to think so is really fascinating to me. She corrects citizens of Vallis repeatedly, and seems insistent that the title not change. That’s what led me to consider the two ideas above^^ in the first place. This could easily count against her with the people (folks?) of Vallis, as she may come off as pretentious or unwilling to really learn about their way of life. I don’t think that’s actually true of Terra, but whatever her reasons for this term insistence, it’s a possible conflict moving forward. 

There’s one other thing I want to say here, and that’s the possibility that this role is exclusive to women. I considered as much before the beta came out and we just had the name “prophetess,” but that’s such an easy title to shift based on gender that I didn’t dive too deep into it. BUT, with the addition of “wise woman,” it seems more likely that the position is women-only. (Am I saying that because “wise woman” is only alliteration if it’s woman? A little bit yes. I admit, I can be shallow, and I fucking love alliteration.) Especially in a society that doesn’t adhere to the gender binary in the same way we so often do (especially in matters relating to god, as their god specifically does not adhere to the gender binary), having both in-universe titles for this job hinge on the gender of the title-holder seems odd. This seems to suggest the position is women-only, and to that, I have only one question: Why? Why must the “authorized earpiece,” as I think the summary put it, of the Great They be a woman? Is that the same in every culture? Unique to a handful? Has it always been this way? Maybe my obsession with the Genesis story is shining through, but, does a different creation story have anything to do with it?? I’m intrigued. I’m fascinated. I have no other sources to pull from until the kickstarter succeeds and I can begin the long wait till next summer, so I really can’t get any further (ha, I say that now, but if this spiral can happen in a single shift, imagine all the shifts I have between now and then).  

[morganwrites12672]

If it’s not too much trouble, Divergent story of Eric and reader, the reader is a quiet type but is attentive in initiation which catches Eric’s attention and interest since he expected so much worse from an initiate.

(Do take your time, very much appreciate it! 🖤)

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Eric Coulter x Reader

Eric watches as you throw a knife. You have a small, but short term smile when the knife hits dead center. It always did, what was the point in being all excited?

Eric liked you. Or, he told himself he didn't. You were a transfer from amity. He bet you would last a few hours. But now, after a few weeks, you had been doing better then most of the dauntless initiates.

Eric expected you to be so much worse. A transfer, was never good. Let alone a transfer from amity, the violence free faction.

He stands their shocked as you go to retrieve your knives. He hadn't noticed, but every one had been as close to the center as it possibly could.

Where did you learn to throw knives? Where did you learn to fight? How did you know how to do all of these things?

He might never know. A trainer and initiate relationship was frowned upon. He couldn't make his move until a few weeks after you graduate.

You were the most quiet one. Weren't apart of any parties, if Eric snuck out of one he would find you training.

He didn't understand. He would think that someone who leaves such a quiet faction would be looking for some fun. Why weren't you?

He could ask. It was fine for him to inquire about why you came.

Eric wanted to know everything about you. You could be in a secret relationship with him until a few weeks after training.

it would work. And even if it didn't, it had to.

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You get confused as Eric had asked to meet you here. The train platform. At midnight.

You were confused; thinking it was some kind of stupid prank until he jumps off of a train alone.

"Hey, Y/N," he calls as he half jogs over to you. You approach him and see he has a smile on his face. Red flag number one.

"What is going on?" You ask. None of this made sense. Sure, you didn't care what was going on. Eric was cute enough to make up for it.

You wouldn't admit it, but you had a crush. Never would that leave your mind; not under any circumstances.

"Straight to the point," Eric mumbles and looks rather nervous, "I kind of like you," you says with a hand on his neck.

You see he is waiting for a response. He won't be getting one. You place a light kiss to his lips and hop on the next train.

Eric is left in shock. He didn't even have time to kiss you back. He just stood there; like stone.

It's been half an hour after you left him standing there that he finally moves. And it is only because he hears the approaching train.

He jumps on it and slides down against the wall. What the hell just happened? The girl he liked, the girl he was training, had kissed him.

He was still in shock as he jumped back onto the dauntless compound. He couldn't barely comprehend what was happening as he unlocked his apartment.

He was completely clueless. What did this make you two?

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You smiled as Eric pressed a kiss to your lips, he pulls away smiling as you pour a glass of water.

Both of you still basking in the morning after sex glow. Eric loved the way you looked in the morning no matter what.

His shirt hung loosely on your shoulder as you smiled and took a sip of your drink. He smiled at you. He was in love.

He couldn't deny it if he tried. He wouldn't have to much longer. You had graduated at the number one spot of your intitation class last week.

In a few weeks you would both be the next dauntless power couple. An unstoppable force.

You press a kiss to Eric's cheek and he pouts as you put on clothes and get ready for your day.

"Do you have to leave?" He pleads as you zip up your jeans. He always did this. Every morning.

"Eric, honey, I have work," you reply and button your jeans. He pouts as you kiss his cheek before slipping out the door.

You had the control room today, you had that and during intiation season you would be a trainer. The control room was fairly easy.

All you did there was report anything suspicious to your supervisor. And yes, Eric was trying to get transfered there instead of patrolling the fence.

It was Eric, he would of gotten transfered to nursing for you. You had joked about it and he got a little mad.

Everything was great. You were both happy. You loved each other. Nothing could go wrong, right?