#and due to confusion caused by the effects of the stroke he thought it was my apartment

[playbarbies]

just your friendly neighborhood pigeon dropping in to say PLEASE remember to lock your doors and keep them locked! pls stay safe — no matter how safe / secure you feel your neighborhood or building is, it’s always better to be safe than sorry!

[7brownsuga7]

Can I get a Suguru or Choso x fem reader ( I can’t pick one, so your choice) based on the song Hold on Tight by Aespa

Took a while but here we are!!! I hope you enjoy :) <3

Hold on tight

Suguru Geto x fem reader

Kinktober

Word count: 2.5k +

Genre: smut drabble - minors DNI

Summary: Yours and Getos relationship is toxic and intense, but somehow you always find your way back to each other.

Warnings: toxic relations, fluff, smut, angst, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, daddy kink

It was like two worlds collided when you and Geto got together. It was something so unusual that it left both of you confused as you both were completely different, and at one point hated each other. You were, “built to be two enemies” as Geto once said, but here you both are intertwined in each others embrace.

His lips litter your naked body as your fingers play in his hair. He works his way along your collar bone, up your neck and right below your earlobe. His tongue licks the sensitive spot before he sucks on it.

Your moans fill the air, the grip on his hair tightens which causes him to chuckle and look up at you with his dark eyes.

“I’d like to keep some of my hair”

“Fuck off”

“What? It’s okay for you to pull my hair but when I pull yours when I’m fucking you from behind it’s a problem?”

You ignore his comment because you both know you love it, despite you complaining about it now and then.

“Are you gonna continue kissing me or not?” You dryly retort which earns a sly smirk from the man before you. A frown forms on your face, you already starting to miss his touch and kisses.

When he makes no move to continue, just a childish grin on his face as he admires you, even when you’re being short with him, you make it your right to turn away from him with a quick “fine”. Your bare back being the only thing he sees.

“Come on baby don’t be like that” you can still hear the smirk in his voice.

You feel him scoot closer to you, the heat from his body radiating off of him into you. You’re already hot and flustered from his previous touch, you don’t think you can survive this too.

“Hey, I was just playing” his head rests on your neck as he tries to get your attention. His long hair slightly tickling your skin. You force yourself to find interest in the white satin pillow cover instead of his hard dick pressed up against your back.

He begins to stroke your back with two fingers which send chills down your spine. His touch has and always will have an effect on you. You hate the fact that you’re so weak for him.

“Baby don’t be like that, come here” his smooth voice travels through. When you don’t respond, he pulls your body close to him with his arm, wrapping one leg around you. Your body is covered by his large frame as he cuddles you from behind. His deep breath filling your ears.

His arm that once held you close travels down to your bare thigh and lightly runs his fingers down your skin. His fingers slowly work down your thighs across to your throbbing pussy.

You’re already wet and have been aching for some attention down there despite your little dramatic performance a few minutes ago.

You push your ass more back onto his length, even though you’re already as close as you can physically get. He hisses at the sudden movement and then deeply chuckles behind you.

“This is what you wanted right?” He starts rubbing your clit after he coats his fingers with your juices.

You begin circling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers on your clit, your moans filling the room like a melody to Getos ears.

“Yeah… I thought so” he adds more pressure to your clit. Your body jerks due to the sudden roughness but eases quickly.

“Hmmm” your eyes flutter closed. They’re not closed for long when your eyes shoot open as his fingers enter your hole. You reach out in front of you in a desperate attempt to control yourself from his sudden action.

The squelching sound of his fingers mixed with your juices fill the room along with your moans and his low pleased hums now and then.

You’re a mess when he curls his fingers inside of you and increases his movement. And although his fingers are a work of art, so is his dick that you’re craving. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you feel the pressure of his length on your ass. Just the thought of having him inside you has you already close to your orgasm.

“I want you” you manage to say between your moans.

“Say my name”

“I want you, Suguru”

You can sense the smirk on his face.

“You’re such a whiny brat. Always wanting to get your way” his fingers slip out of you , and you don’t even need to see him to know he’s already sucking on them.

“And I always do” you knowingly smile to yourself.

You can feel him stroking his cock between your folds, coating his length with your wetness.

“Yeah…”

Your little exchange is long forgotten when his cock enters you. You try to adjust to his fullness, him not even sparing you with just his tip to ease you in.

Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you try to breathe through the sudden pleasure and fullness.

“What about what I want?” His voice sends chills down your spine. You turn your head to face him slightly, his dark eyes already on you.

“Hmm, and what do you want huh?”

His lips connect with your back and work their way to your shoulders as his large hands roam your body freely. His slow strokes cause you to almost lose all thoughts.

His hands are massaging your shoulders as he says, “I want you to cum around my dick. Can you do that for me baby?”

It’s as if times stopped and it’s just you and him in the world when his hand wraps around your throat and his strokes become quicker and harsher. Your back arches as his cock rams into you, no mercy shown.

“Nghh ” you choke out a moan.

No matter how many times you both fuck , it will always feel like the first time for you. It’s like your body’s running on a dream when you’re with him.

“Fuck… so good”

It’s like you’re living in a dream right now, all the nightmarish troubles your relationship has is stripped away. Your whole body is on cloud nine, along with the repetitive kisses that are littered all over your shoulder despite the roughness off his movements.

“Tell me how good it feels baby”

“So, so good” you reach for his hand that’s on your neck. Both of your bodies intertwined as his cock fills you up.

You can almost feel your orgasm approaching, the tension slowly building in the pit of your stomach.

His pace slows down becoming more intimate, as the both of you just focus on this moment and the close proximity of your body’s. His arm around your waist, holding you so tight you might as well become one.

“I love you. You know that right?” His voice travels through your body, into your heart. You nod, not being able to come up with a proper sentence, his cock doing wonders to your body.

“I-I” you moan out feeling him hit your spot. Your pussy clenches around his dick which causes him to harden his grip on your neck.

“Fuck, I love you too Suguru” you choke out, desperate for him even though he’s as close as he can get. Still it’s not enough for you.

“Tell me how much you love me baby” his lips are by your ear, his bottom lip softly brushing against your earlobe.

“I love you, I love you.” Tears form in your eyes as you can feel your orgasm approach.

“Again” he orders, his thumb stroking your jaw.

“I love you, I love you, I love y- ugh fuck”, your body jerks and pussy clenches repeatedly as you cum undone around his cock like he wished.

Your orgasm doesn’t stop Geto as he continues with his thrusts. It becomes almost to unbearable for you so you try to move your body forward to escape his reckless pace.

His arm grabs your waist tighter restricting you from moving any further. “Where are you going?”

“Please, I- I can’t” you plead.

He chuckles, “Don’t run. You wanted my cock so be a good girl and take it”. His hand that’s on your neck moves to your back as his fingers dance along the surface of your skin.

The touch from his fingers calm you down. The pleasure on your stomach gradually fades and you’re not as sensitive down there as you was before. You can tell he’s nearly close as his hips move at an intense speed and his breathing becomes more heavier. His hot breath invades your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum” he grunts.

“Cum for me baby, please” you plead.

“Fuck I love you y/n”

“I love you too.” Your words take over his body sending him into another universe as he fills you up with his load. He kisses you repeatedly along your collar bone, your body still intertwined with his as he holds you tighter than ever before.

You’ve had a lot of hardships throughout your relationship, but still managed to overcome them. Despite the obstacles, you both know your relationship is something to fight for. Even though it’s so different and intense at times, almost like a twisted fantasy.

Your relationship was something similar to an intense rollercoaster ride. You always had to make sure you were buckled up because the intensity of your relationship would sure give you whiplash if you didn’t hold on tight, because heaven knows it’s one hell of a ride.

“Fuck your pussy’s so good” his large hands are on your ass as he lifts you up and down his length with ease.

You respond with moans, you in full ecstasy as he fucks you in his car. You had missed him and his presence as you both decided to have a break due to some issues. It was hard because you were both so stubborn, but at the same time so crazy about each other. The separation didn’t last long and you soon found yourself in his car with his cock that you gratefully missed inside of you.

“I missed you so much. Do you know that?” It’s like he reads your mind. You nod understandingly because you felt the same. You plant an eager kiss to his lips, enjoying the way he feels inside you, and around you as his hands leave your ass and hold your waist.

You sit on his lap, moving your hips around. “And I’m sorry. I hate when we fight baby, I don’t want us to be like that”

“I’m sorry too” you kiss him again, wanting to forget about the argument and everything in the past that lead up to it.

“Come lay down for me” he lifts you up and back down onto the padded car seat, you chuckle as your head slightly hits the roof of the car in the process.

He enters you again in no time and you find yourself lost in everything that is you and him.

Your legs are resting on his shoulders allowing him to have full access. His hair tickles your skin with each movement, especially when he comes down to kiss you.

In the midst of your kiss does his pace quicken and you both become a panting mess. Your moans fill the car along with his grunts when he feels your fingers run along his back.

“This pussy’s mine” his hand rubs your clit which makes your legs instantly close in shock. One look in his eyes and you already know to open them again.

“This pussy’s your daddy”

“No one else’s.” It rolls off his tongue more as a statement than a question.

“No one else’s daddy fuck.” You can’t even imagine anyone else touching your body the way Geto does.

The use of the word daddy sets him on fire, his cock twitching just by hearing it. His hand finds its way to your neck, a place it usually stays during your sex. He knows how much you enjoy it.

“Say it again”

“Daddy”

Both hands around your neck as his hips move with such precision. You can feel him in your stomach, your pussy falling in love with his dick all over again.

“Tell me how much you’re sorry”

“I’m sorry-I’m sorry- I’m so sorry daddy” you rush your words as his movements become more intense. His lips find their way back to yours, kissing you with so much passion.

“I’m sorry too baby”

You both exchange apologies in between sloppy kisses. Your legs now wrapped around him and his two hands supporting him up as he continues with his thrusts.

Your legs tighten their hold around his waist when he mutters that he’s going to cum. You want to feel him cum inside of you just like he always does.

Your orgasm is also close to approaching. You can feel the pressure begin to build up. You lose it all when you both watch each other with so much lust and power. Your eyes never leaving each others as you both silently guide each other to your climax.

You’re glad you can overcome everything that comes at you two. In the end all you have to do is hold on tight.

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Afton-Herrera Moments 6

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The feeling of fingers running through his hair roused Sydney from sleep, drawing him away from the uneasy dream that had drifted near nightmare state. He blinked his eyes open slowly, nose twitching as he took stock of his surroundings. Soft bed, comfortable sheets and blankets, the scent of lavender Vanessa wore to bed as a lotion to calm them both, the faint sounds of music from Alex’s room, quiet atmosphere. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp turned on to a low setting. Bright enough to see, but not enough to burn his eyes. He was resting on his side, facing opposite of how he was when he fell asleep, his cheek pressed to Vanessa’s shoulder. Her fingers ran idly through his hair again, rhythmic strokes while she read a magazine in silence.

He hummed in confusion; why was he in this position? Did he wake her up? Or had she woken due to a nightmare of her own? She heard him, of course, or maybe she felt the vibration of his throat against her arm, but she smiled a little and looked over at him.

“Feel better?” she asked and Sydney made a face in response, a weak grimace that he hoped expressed what he couldn’t with words. Vanessa just laughed softly. “Yeah, I figured as much. Sounded like you were about to have a nightmare so I thought this would help hold it off,” she explained, drawing her fingers through his hair again.

It did, oddly enough, but knowing Vanessa’s fascination with the way he kept his hair he suspected that she’d find any excuse to play with it. Sydney hummed his thanks as he settled back into place. That was fine. If it made her happy, she could play with it all she liked. Drowsiness set in again and he drifted off to sleep once more.

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It didn’t feel like much time passed when a change in the air woke him again. He roused himself from sleep, blinking as he registered the small figure curled up against Vanessa’s other side. Gregory slept almost soundly by her, eyebrows twitching ever so slightly as though in reaction to a stressful dream. He hummed questioningly again, looking up at Vanessa as she ran her fingers through the boy’s hair as well.

“He showed up a bit ago, said he had a nightmare and wanted some hot chocolate but you were asleep,” she told him and shrugged with her free shoulder, “So I suggested he get comfy in here and maybe that’d let him sleep. Seems like it’s working so far.” She gave him a mischievous smile. “Jeaaaalous?” she teased.

Sydney rolled his eyes at her, holding in a grin at her laugh. Times like this he soaked in the comfort of having this odd little family he stumbled into by getting himself kidnapped so long ago. And other times, it frightened him to think about these innocent people who trusted him so much as a friend, who stayed so close to him, while he had an unwanted piece of his past trapped in his mind and whispering to him almost constantly.

Ignoring it was easy to do, but every now and then...

Every now and then, that Panther made sense.. and those days terrified him the most.

His hair was tugged on gently and he looked up to see Vanessa raise an eyebrow at him. “You have that ‘I’m not good for anyone’ expression again,” she told him and smirked, “If your face freezes like that, I’ll get the blame for it.”

This time he did smile back, chuckling at his words being turned back on him. That anxiety was still there, lurking, waiting to pull him back under once he gave himself time to think about all he’d gained and stood to lose if he lost control of himself, but for now he could push it aside. Push it down for later while he grasped at the lightness of Vanessa’s teasing as a saving grace.

Her magazine was set aside on the bedside table by the lamp, a lost cause with both her hands now busy with playing with his and Gregory’s hair, soothing gestures of comfort. Sydney didn’t even realize how truly effective it was until his blinks grew heavier and slower to the point that he caught on, but by that point he was too drowsy to care. He sank back into sleep to the sound of Vanessa’s encouraging coo at him.

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The next time he awoke it was to the scent and feel of the sun streaming in through the space between the curtains of the bedroom, reminding him to better check the placement of them before going to bed next time. What was the point of having the privacy curtains if the slightest change to the way he hung them made them vulnerable to being peeked through and putting Vanessa at risk? What a nuisance.

Sydney opened his eyes with a faint scowl at the thought of such a security breach. Vanessa was still asleep, mouth slack in full relaxation, her fingers still tangled in his hair and Gregory’s. There would be no rousing her from this state unless there was a cup of coffee served out for her first.

Gregory, however, was wide awake, still curled up by Vanessa, one arm thrown over her stomach in a hug, his eyes fixed on Sydney with an unreadable look on his face. He blinked back, uncertain of what the boy was thinking.

“Why do you wear old people clothes to sleep?” Gregory asked suddenly and Sydney snorted, trying to keep in a burst of laughter that tried to escape him at the strange question. “How is that funny? You sleep in a shirt with buttons. Why do all your shirts have buttons? Do you have anything that doesn’t have buttons on it?!”

He glanced up at Vanessa to be sure she was still dead to the world in sleep. “No,” Sydney replied with a smirk, feeling the laughter still bubbling inside and wanting out.

Gregory stuck his tongue out at him, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. Smug little brat was probably still pleased that he was the only one now that Sydney spoke to, and he still felt guilty that he couldn’t bring himself to do the same to his brother or his best friend. Not while Panther was in his head with his ever present threat to break the people he loved and remake them as he saw fit.

He reached out to ruffle the boy’s hair, careful to avoid dislodging Vanessa’s fingers from where she had her hand resting against the back of his head, brown hair stuck in tufts between her fingers.

“Are ya gonna make pancakes for breakfast?” Gregory asked hopefully after batting at his hand to rescue his hair and smooth it down as best he could.

“I should feed you chorizo con frijoles and maybe you won’t be so scrawny,” Sydney told him in a hushed tone, poking at his arm. Gregory poked back with a cackle.

“How the heck am I supposed to fit inside Freddy if you do that?”

“Don’t be inside Freddy, then.”

“His stomach hatch is my safe space!”

“Chingase tu ‘safe space’.”

Gregory scrunched up his nose at his teasing, “God, you sound just like Knife Lady when you talk like that.” Sydney just nodded. Good; she was terrifying and knew what she was talking about. A good comparison. “Pancakes?” Gregory asked again, making himself look as adorable and adoring as he could. Sydney just grimaced at the look.

“Only if you never look at me like that again. That’s weird,” he replied dryly, “You’re a pain in the ass; stick with what you know.”

The shit-eating grin on Gregory’s face told him the little asshole knew what he was doing and got exactly what he wanted. Sydney rolled his eyes fondly, then set to work on carefully tugging Vanessa’s hand free of his hair, wincing a bit when she flexed her fingers in her sleep to tighten her grip. It was only for a moment, like she didn’t want to let him go, then she relaxed again and he slipped free. He very carefully set her hand down at her side and Gregory gave him a strangely solemn look.

“I get it,” he murmured and looked a bit distant, as if searching his memories, “She was really worried about you, back in the Pizzaplex when we went down in that pit to bust the system that had you under control. She kept calling for you the whole time we were down there, even when that burned up rabbit thing was coming after us. That thing and the weird blob with the burned Freddy head and the tentacles.” Sydney tilted his head, casting a guilty glance over in her direction. “She really didn’t wanna let you go.”

“She’s my best friend,” Sydney muttered and shrugged listlessly, “But maybe it woulda been better for her if she did let go.”

The scowl on Gregory’s face looked both out of place and faintly familiar. The thought of ‘blue’ crossed his mind briefly once again. “Nah. Not happenin’,” the boy told him, hugging Vanessa again, “She’s happy when you’re around, and you’re not so bad to hang out with, even with all the ‘oh I’m scared to talk to anyone else’ thing you have going on.” He shrugged. “I know that I wished somebody was looking for me, wondering if I was okay, all those days and nights I was hiding in the Pizzaplex. So you should be happy that you had Alex and Vanessa both wanting you safe.”

“Heavy topic for a shrimp like you,” Sydney pointed out, shying away from it himself. He wasn’t safe, not to them. Not until he could exorcize the software in his head biding its time within the prison it had originally built for him.

“One of us has to be the grownup about it,” Gregory sniffed, then squirmed and squealed laughingly when Sydney started poking him in the side as retaliation.

“I’ll make your pancakes if you bring Vanessa the coffee I need to make her to get her to wake up.”

“Deal!”

[brandwhorestarscream]

Energon ideas:

Pink - Gives Heat Stroke. Makes fans go brrrp as such.

Yellow - Equivalent to Caffeinated Energon.

Orange - Strength buff (adrenaline style). Will likely cause strut damage due to loss of pain sensations during use.

Other Colors:

Dark Blue - Processor Buff. Less energy per L though so it makes it's user's tire out faster in exchange for greater processor power

Deep Purple (not that sickly purple DE is) - Gives hallucinations. Often confused with DE, resulting in toxic contamination to DE.

Deep Green - Vaguely toxic. Result of mixing E + ToxEn + SynthEn. Strength buff with downside of nerve failure.

Grey - Tastes like Slag. That's it. Perfectly fine energon, just tastes terrible. Thankfully not that common.

Black - Slowly dyes parts of the body black. Otherwise an OK fuel source... if your not attached to clean paint. (Some claim it helps joints function better. Claim not proven)

White - Super Energized Energon. You think Engex is overcharged? Try this. You drink a shot of this and risk engex poisoning. Used in larger ships if quantity is large enough. Otherwise, only used in hyperspecitic medical cases, when energy deprecation was too intense for regular medgrade.

Thoughts? This is legit what i use in my own HC.

These are super fun! I've already come up with a roster for the rainbow energon and what they do, but this is great nonetheless! I already talked about the orange energon being like Primus's immune system and the effects it can grant, but I never mentioned what was settled on for yellow!

I've decided to make yellow energon a powerful anesthetic, useful in surgeries, and too much of it can easily kill someone. The story, going along with the infected insanity theme, sees a very important (read: profitable) gladiator suddenly sustain injury outside of the Pits. He needs emergency surgery, and it just so happens that the mines owned by the arena have recently come across a sample of never before seen yellow energon. They administer it to the gladiator in prep for the operation, but they miscalculate the dose. Mech enters lethal spark arrest and spirals. They manage to resuscitate him, but he comes back....... wrong

With the yellow energon's power over sleep, being the concentrated blood of a god not meant for mortal consumption, the gladiator mutates. The energon in his veins is no longer blue, and suddenly... nightmares and dreams alike begin coming to life. First, only in visions: he sees his greatest dreams realized and his worst nightmares hunting him, before beginning to see the inner workings of others as well. Everyone he sees is surrounded by the things of their innermost mind, and as he loses his grip on reality. Dreams and nightmares start climbing out of people's heads, given physical form by the sheer presence of this twisted, mutated mech

The rainbow energon has that effect, taking over an infected host's body, warping their mind and stripping away their sanity, giving them capabilities that would normally be impossible for a mortal to achieve. Drinking the blood of Primus that's not meant for them carries a heavy price, and eventually, all life on Cybertron will be wiped out thanks to the infecteds' rampages. Ruling the post apocalyptic rubble, the gladiator that hosts the yellow energon is given the title of the Nightmare King 😌

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As Alzheimer's disease progresses, memory, thinking, and judgment deteriorate, eventually affecting the ability to perform daily activities. The early stages of the disease usually include mild forgetfulness. B. Misplacing things or forgetting recent events. over time, people can also enjoy more extreme memory loss, confusion regarding time and place, and difficulty recognizing familiar faces and objects.in addition to memory loss.

Alzheimer's also can affect language, judgment, and choice-making skills. people with advanced Alzheimer's may also have trouble communicating verbally, become disoriented or agitated, and require help with basic sports such as eating and dressing. The disease can have a profound effect on those affected and their families, main to emotional, financial, and practical problems.The underlying reasons of Alzheimer's aren't fully understood, but it is thought to result from a combination of genetic, environmental, and lifestyle factors.

The disease is characterized by way of the accumulation of bizarre protein deposits inside the brain called beta-amyloid plaques and tau fibrils. those odd structures disrupt communication between brain cells, ultimately leading to the degeneration and death of brain cells.research into treating and preventing Alzheimer's disorder is ongoing, but there is currently no cure for the ailment. available treatments focus on controlling symptoms and slowing disorder progression thru medications aimed at improving brain function and regulating neurotransmitters. Supportive care, which include cognitive stimulation programs and occupational remedy, can help people with Alzheimer's disease maintain their quality of life and independence.

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[radiant-reid]

Touched starved

It was no secret this case had been extra hard on Spencer. Even Y/n, the newest member of the team, knew some bad things happened when he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. Most of the details were covered up though.

Spencer didn’t talk about it much. Only a few words when he felt strong enough. With having only been at the BAU for two years Y/n knew the least of what happened. 

Then again, she was a profiler. She could tell this case was having a more-than-usual bad effect on Spencer. 

It was because of the parallels, she figured. This unsub had been kidnapping and torturing victims. Having to solve it and, more importantly, knowing there was someone out there just like him, was hard on Spencer. 

His brain almost didn’t work as it ran constant flashbacks of what Hankel did to him. Like a horror movie with no ending. 

Everyone noticed, not just Y/n.

She just didn’t understand why they wouldn’t help him. They were all far closer to him than Y/n was. Prentiss, Morgan and JJ didn’t seem to be doing anything to help him but Y/n just felt like she couldn’t let him suffer in silence. She knew Garcia had tried to ask him how he was on the phone but there was only so much she could do from so far away. It wasn’t any of the team's fault though, they knew how Spencer operated.

That was how she found herself outside his hotel room on the 3rd night of the case. After seeing his condition slowly deteriorate throughout the hours they’d been on the case, she couldn’t just sit by. So dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, she knocked on his door. 

“Y/n... what are you doing here?” Spencer asked as he opened the door to see who it was. It was very obvious that in the 4 hours since Hotch had sent them to get some rest, Spencer had not slept a second. 

“I...” Y/n didn’t actually know how to answer his question. Instead, she just walked into his hotel room which caused him a lot of confusion. The puzzled look on his face didn’t stop. “I’m here for you, Spence.” She told him as she sat on his bed. 

“Obviously, you’re in my room but I don’t understand why.” He replied. His brows were furrowed and his arms crossed across his chest. At least he’d changed into a hoodie and pants. Y/n didn’t think she’d ever seen him in a hoodie. 

“Come here.” She instructed and he obliged, walking over to her so he was at the foot of the bed. “I’m here so you can have someone to talk to. Or not to talk to.” She explained. He still, very obviously, didn’t understand. “You haven’t stopped working on this case for almost 72 hours straight, that’s unhealthy. Now, you’re going to relax and just stop thinking about it.” 

Spencer huffed out a sigh. “I can’t just stop thinking about it.”

“Why?” 

“There’s someone out there who can’t stop thinking about it. He’s scared, terrified. And he’s just hoping that we can save him. But everything is telling him that there’s no one left. That they’re going to get there and be left with just his body.” Spencer hunched over as he talked, feeling as small as he looked. Tears were forming in his eyes and he was desperately fighting them. “I can’t stop working on this because we need to find out where he is. I can’t stop working on this because he can’t stop thinking about it. He’s living through the torture but he’s going to give up and want to give in to death.”

“What happened, Spencer?” Y/n softly asked as the tears started spilling down his cheeks. 

He just stood there blankly. “I can’t.” He sobbed out. 

Y/n knew about his aversion to hugs but she pulled him in for one, wrapping her arms around his slender waist. To her surprise, he leant into the embrace. 

They stayed like that for a while before she pulled back, picking up his hand. She moved back so she was sitting against the headboard and pulled Spencer over, patting her lap. He didn’t even give a second thought to lay his head on her lap. His brain could almost stop spinning as he laid there. 

Y/n moved her hand to his hair, threading it through her fingers. It was remarkably soft and fluffy. 

“What happened to you, Spence?” She asked him again. 

With tears still streaming out his eyes he could answer. “It hurt so much, Y/n. He wouldn’t stop it, no matter how much I begged. I was so helpless there.” He choked out, in a broken sentence due to his heavy breathing. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Y/n comforted again. She tested out the boundaries by running her hand over his cheek and when he leant into her hand she continued to brush the tears off his cheek. “Let it all out.”

“I couldn’t do anything!” Spencer cried. It was the most painful sound she’d ever heard. Someone so composed and always perfect falling apart. He was broken. “I just sat there while he beat me. I can still feel it. When I close my eyes sometimes I see him. It’s so stupid because I know, scientifically, I’m experiencing PTSD but sometimes I feel all the walls coming down on me.”

Y/n’s heart broke for him. “Spencer, it’s not stupid.” He cried even harder at that. 

“I just need to crack the case and save him, Y/n. I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t.”

Y/n moved her hand to rub his back. “I know you feel that way.” She didn’t really know what to say to comfort him. He was so often the one helping everyone else out. 

“I feel so silly for still being scared too.” He mentioned. 

“Oh, Spence, it’s okay. Hankel is dead and you’re safe now.” She soothed him, still rubbing circles in his back.

He was still bawling his eyes out, feeling unbearable sadness. “I know that. But I still see him and I can still remember every second of it.”

“You didn’t deserve any of that.” She told him firmly. “He was sick, I know you know that. You went through the worst things imaginable and you’re so strong.”

He lightly nodded. “Will it get better?”

“Yes, if you keep talking about it. To anyone. JJ?” Y/n suggested. 

“I like talking to you.” He mentioned it, quieter than before. Y/n could finally smile at that. Despite everything, Spencer was still so kind. 

“Good.” She told him as she moved her hand back to his hair. “I could see it was getting to you. With all the similarities in him drugging and abusing his victims. I can’t imagine what you went through but I’m so proud of you.” She continued, meaning every word she told him. 

The tears had stopped coming so fast now. They were still constant but a weaker flow. “I just felt so helpless when I was there.”

Y/n almost chuckled at that. “Spencer, from what I’ve heard you were the one who told the team how to find you. I think you were so brave and I know they’re all so proud of you.” She told him. 

“Thank you.” He murmured as he moved his head in her lap. She continued to comb through his hair. 

They stayed in the exact position for a while. Until, eventually, the tears stopped. 

Spencer then sat up. His cheeks were flushed red as he made eye contact with Y/n. “I’m sorry I completely freaked out.” He nervously rambled out an apology. 

Y/n couldn’t have shaken her head faster. “Spencer Reid, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. Everyone needs someone to talk to.”

“I’ve got to save him, Y/n,” Spencer told her as he moved to get up off the bed, no doubt to go to his makeshift workspace. 

Instead, Y/n tugged on his arm, not letting him move. “I know you’ve got to, Spence. But you can’t do that if you haven’t slept or relaxed in days.” She informed him. He was smart enough, and he had read at least 300 articles on the importance of sleep, to not argue with her. 

“Okay, I’ll sleep. Thanks for coming to see me.” He told her, trying to get her out of the room. 

Y/n noticed. “I don’t think so. You’re stuck with me for the night, buddy.” She told him as she pattered her lap again. 

He looked like he was thinking about putting his head on it but he stopped. “Then you won’t sleep.” He realised.

“Okay then,” Y/n said as she pulled the covers of his bed up and got in. “I hope you’re okay with cuddling.” She was a little worried he wouldn’t be into it, just because of his germaphobic nature. But her worries subsided when he got in next to her and quickly put his head on her chest, 

Y/n moved so she was lying flat on her back with her head on a pillow. Spencer put his own head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her waist like a baby koala would its mother. 

She moved her arm so she could wrap it around Spencer’s torso and pull him closed but he stopped her. “Can you, uh... could you do it to my, um, hair?” He nervously asked. 

Happy to oblige, Y/n moved her hand to his hair and started to run her fingers through it. “If you just want to lie here it’s fine but we can talk too.” She offered him, still unsure of what he needed. Spencer was so used to closing up that he decided to go against what his brain was telling him. 

“My parents,’ He started, “When I was little we didn’t really do touching... no one’s ever hugged me like this.” The thought of a little kid Spencer not getting hugged broke Y/n’s heart again. 

“Is this okay?” She asked, cautious of where his boundaries might lie. 

“Yes.” He hurriedly answered, not wanting her to stop for a second. “I like it. I just didn’t get hugs as a kid from anyone. And as I grew up I learnt more about germs and figured that’s why my parents repealed me.” He spoke slowly and softly like he was half asleep. Maybe he was. “But I like this. It makes me feel better.” He figured. 

“That’s good.” Y/n hummed. “I’m always here for you if you want to talk or just cuddle.” She told him. 

The smile she could feel against her chest warmed her heart. “I’d like that and please don’t stop stroking my hair.” 

She smiled at that. “I won’t.” She meant it as she leant down to place a kiss on his forehead.

[killianglyndon]

Reunion (tbb ep.16 fix-it fic)

Pairing: Crosshair x Medic! Female Reader

Warning: tbb ep.16 spoilers, mentioned of killing people, inhibitor chip?, some kissing, grammar mistakes, typo (cause i didn’t proof read lol. im too tired to do that.)

A/N: anyway, i was so mad and sad about tbb finale, so i decided to write a fix-it fic. That doesn’t mean I hate the episode, this is just my version of story. im not really good at writing so...haha. that’s why im a gifmaker, also my main language is not English, so there would have some typos and grammar mistakes.

Word count: 1.6k

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You and The Bad Batch were on the way to save Hunter. You knew this would be a trap, but you couldn’t help but think of a certain sniper, your lover.

You and the batch didn’t understand what had happened to him at first, his brother, your love. The way he called you and the batch traitor, the way he raised his gun to you, and the way he talked. This wasn’t him, this was not the crosshair you know. 

Then, it turned out that the kaminoans had implanted inhibitor chips in every clone to make clones blindly follow orders, even killing the jedi.

“Good soldiers follow orders” This line kept echoing in your head after you heard Crosshair say it. This, this was not the crosshair you know.

***

“You and omega wait here” Echo told you and omega.

“No, we should stick together!” Omega protested. 

You put a hand on Omega’s shoulder, trying to calm her.

“No, echo’s right” Wrecker agreed with him.

“Stay out of sight, if things go south we’ll send you a signal. Go back to the ship and contact Rex.” Echo added, looking at you and omega.

You gave him a nod and pulled Omega back to your side before watching them ascend to the training room.

You know how much Hunter meant to Omega, the way they interacted, and the way they cared for each other. You understood why the young girl looked up to him.

“Omega, I’m sure they’ll get Hunter back.” You reassured her.

“I know, and Crosshair.” She looked at you with her bright eyes.

You were a little shocked when she mentioned him. All this time, you tried so hard to suppress your feelings for him, your love for him. The batch knew that you missed him, they could tell. The way you stared into his empty bed, and the nights that you cried until you were too tired and the tears were dried.

“Yeah, and Crosshair…” You smiled sadly at the young girl.

***

When you and Omega joined the batch in the training room, you, Omega, and AZI stayed in one of the gun towers. That was when you saw him, your Crosshair. Hunter and he were tackling each other while Tech, Echo, and Wrecker were shooting the droids.

“I believe you may have activated a few too many droids.” AZI said to Omega and you.

“ We can see that, AZI.” Omega raised her bow, aiming for the nearest droid to Hunter and Crosshair. Meanwhile, you used your blaster to shoot some of the droids near the others.

***

After clearing out all the droids, you, Omega, and AZI joined the others on the ground. You walked closer to Crosshair and Hunter. 

You could see that Crosshair was shocked to see you, the coldness in his eyes, mixing up with a tiny bit of shock.

The big scar on the right side of his head was horrifying, did the empire did this to him? Your heart almost broke into million pieces, seeing the love of your life like this.

“Crosshair…” Your voice almost sounded like a whisper. 

For a moment, you see the real Crosshair, your Crosshair. But soon replaced by the coldness and aloofness.

“Crosshair, forget the empire. This isn’t you, it’s the inhibitor chip.” Hunter tried to talk some senses into him.

“Wrong.” Crosshair stared back at Hunter. “I had my chip removed a long time ago.” He added.

All of you looked shocked, Tech and Wrecker looked at each other, speechless. Hunter almost looked hurt. 

“Since when?” Hunter asked.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes”

No. No. This is not Crosshair. The Crosshair you know would never do this.

“Cross, the empire lied about many things, what if they lied to you?” You asked, trying to hold back your tears.

“This is who I am.” 

Crosshair tried to raise his rifle, but Hunter was faster. He stunned him before Crosshair’s attempt.

***

“Hunter, three Venators are descending on the city. We need to leave, now.” Tech stated.

“Wrecker, grab Crosshair. He’s coming with us.” Hunter grabbed Crosshair’s rifle and backpack, while you went to picked up Crosshair’s helmet.

You saw Omega gave Hunter a nod before walking away. Hunter caught you staring at him, so you gave a sad smile to him in return.

“He’s coming home with us.” Hunter said.

***

You and The Batch finally made it to Nala Se’s lab, Tech and Echo were currently trying to figure out a plan. After Crosshair and Hunter’s intense conversation, you saw him walking to the window and taking a seat to rest.

“AZI, come with me, I need your help on something.” You asked.

AZI followed you to Crosshair, you took a seat beside him.

“Crosshair…”

“What do you want?” He asked coldly.

“AZI is a medical droid, he can scan you to check if you still have the chip.”

“Indeed, I helped CT-5555 removed his and CT-5385’s chip according to my memory database.” AZI said.

“Fine.” Crosshair agreed reluctantly.

“CT-9904, this scan only takes a few seconds” AZI said before scanning Crosshair.

To be honest, you knew he still had the chip, you hoped he still had the chip. Cause there was no way, no way the Crosshair you knew would be like this.

“The scan is completed.” AZI said.

“So..?” You asked.

“CT-9904 still has his chip, the chip’s effect was weakened due to the injury from ion engine.” AZI answered.

You felt almost relieved? 

The Batch heard it and rushed to you, “He still has...his chip?” Hunter asked, sounded a little guilty.

Echo, Tech, Omega, and Wrecker looked at each other, surprised by this unexpected news as well.

“That would be correct.”AZI replied.

“Could you remove it, AZI?” Omega asked, she wanted his brother back as much as any of you did.

“Yes. I’m capable of removing CT-9904’s inhibitor chip.”

“Do it.” Hunter said.

You stayed next to Crosshair while AZI removed his chip. The surgery was faster than you think, you hold Crosshair’s hand during the whole surgery, and you still holding it now.

“CT-9904’s chip has been removed. He should be awake in any minutes.” AZI stated.

You felt his hand pressing yours, “Crosshair?”

“I...I…”

“Hey, you’re okay now. We removed your chip.” You reassured him.

Crosshair looked away from you, his eyes filled with guilt, confusion, anger, sadness.

“Don’t you hate me?” He asked. “All those things I had done…”

Your hand reached out to stroke his face, “No. Never. I know it’s the chip, Cross. It’s not your fault.” You smiled at him. “I love you, always and forever.” 

Crosshair put his hand on your face, wiping away the tears falling down your face. “ But I shot at you, I tried to kill you… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…”

“Shhh, I forgive you, Cross. All of it. I’m sorry we didn’t come to save you earlier…” 

Crosshair sat up and pulled you into a hug, you melted into his touch, inhaling his scent. Your Crosshair was finally back to you, this is real. The sleepless night without him, the loneliness, the emptiness, the desperation, were all gone. Crosshair was back to you, alive.

“I love you too, cyare.” He said it back.

He pulled away a little so he could kiss you on the lips, his hand trailed to your nape, kissing you with force. You and Crosshair clung on to each other so hard, afraid you would lose each other again. That was when you heard Hunter cleared his throat, you two finally pulled away from each other.

“I know you two miss each other but this lab is about to collapse. and this is not very…” Hunter said and eyed Omega.

“Right, sorry about that.” You answered, then looked at Crosshair whose arm was still wrapped around you. “Cross.” You nudged him.

“Fine.” He gave up and retreated his arm.

“I see Crosshair still has his severe and unyielding personality.” Tech stated.

“This is called missing someone, Tech.” Crosshair said and pulled out one toothpick to throw it at him.

“Ha! He’s back!” Wrecker exclaimed and playfully punched Crosshair’s shoulder. 

Crosshair pretended to show an annoyed face, but deep down you knew he missed his brothers.

“Listen, Crosshair. I’m sorry. We should have come for you earlier.” Hunter said. “I was trying to keep the rest of the squad safe, but you are one of us. I’m sorry.”

Crosshair didn’t say anything, just stood up and walk toward Hunter. For a moment you thought he was going to punch him, but instead, Crosshair extended his hand to Hunter.

Hunter looked at Crosshair’s hand then his eyes, he reached out his hand to shake Crosshair’s. 

“We need to leave fast, the structure could not hold much longer.” AZI chimed in.

***

All of you finally made it to the platform, for once the Kamino is sunny.

Omega stared at the Tipoca City, which was all destroyed. “It’s… all gone.”

You looked at that direction, the place all clones called home was all gone. The Batch and you took a few seconds to process this, to accept the fact.

“We should leave before Empire’s scouts show up.” Tech said.

“You coming with us?” Wrecker asked, looking at Crosshair.

“Yeah.” Crosshair said and took out a toothpick, putting it into his mouth.

Hunter nodded at him before walking to the ship with the others.

You still stood next to Crosshair, “You ready?” you asked.

“Yeah.” He gave you a little smile then intertwined his hand with yours, leading you to the Marauder. 

You didn’t know what the future would be, but one thing was sure. Crosshair would be right beside you, always and forever.

tagging: @ahsoka1 @kavecika @starwarschicken @itsjml @ct-1994 @loth-wolffe-main @theiirs @thefeatherofhope @ahs0ka-tan0 @mallr4ts @kriffclone

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day! I was wondering if I could request the brothers with a partner thats been away for awhile maybe visiting family or something and the brother is having a hard time with them not around, missing them, so the mc decides to come back early to surprise them. Like maybe they open their bedroom door and mc is sitting there waiting for them or mc pops out of nowhere and gives them smooches and a big hug. What would their reactions be? If you don't feel up to it then please feel free to delete this, I'd never want to bother a writer. Also! I want to say, your writing is really great!! I can't wait to see more works from you in the future!

Some fluff for everyone~ you're not a bother, I just let myself get overwhelmed and some poor timing irl just happened last time - I'll be sure to be more thoughtful about how many asks I accept to do in such a short time

Though I only made it a short surprise visit - sorry!

Lucifer:

He was ashamed to say it but he was missing you

You were having a small summer break to see your family and be back in the human world

For a man who's lived thousands of years he never suspected he'd fall this hard

He stared at the other side of his, foolishly believing you'd be there to greet him in the morning

What he didn't know that due to pact magic; you could sense his mood

An invisible tug pulling at your mind telling you to see him

When he got back home he immediately headed to his room, not wanting to deal with his brothers

"Hello (Y/N)."

He stopped, whipping around to see you on his bed

"Surprise!"

He let go of his shame, rushing over to you and fell to his knees

"I've missed you, my love."

"I know~ i could feel it in our pact, I never knew you'd miss me this much, you really are a softie."

"You're teasing will not effect me this time, are you back for good?"

Why? Because he was whipped and was internally screaming with excitement

"No but I thought I'd pop in to give you these-"

You cupped his face and smothered his face in kisses

Before he could do anything you suddenly disappeared, giving him a peace sign

He got a text not too long after saying you'll pop in next week

Mammon:

Everyone knew he missed you and I mean EVERYONE

even random demons on the street knew!

He was moping around, whining about you being gone

He constantly looks like a kicked puppy

And you could feel it with your pact, you decided it was best to visit him

You teleported in his room

He wasn't there at the moment so you kept yourself busy by playing pool

As soon as he trudged into his room you greeted him

You were surprised his neck didn't snap due to how quick it moved

"(Y/N)!!! YOU'RE BACK!"

He was Infront of you, picking you up and putting you down on his pool table

His face buried in your chest

"i knew you'd miss me, our pact was telling me to see you so I'm visiting."

"only visiting...? You won't stay?"

"Don't use your puppy eyes on me or else I won't give you your gift."

He immediately perked up at that, mouth sealed shut

You cupped his face and covered it in kisses, making sure to mostly aim for his lips

He wanted more

He tried to hold you closer but you only disappeared

Happy to see a note on his bed saying you'll come back soon

Levithan:

Nothing felt the same anymore

Gaming with people was just annoying and made him rage quit

He just rewatched old shows, saving up the news ones for when you came back

Is worried you're never coming back

You took pity on him feeling his pact flare up

You came back to the devildom wanting to surprise him, the human world feeling a bit lonely without his presence

You were hiding in his bathtub, under all the cushions

When he stormed into his room with a massive frown you immediately rised out of your hiding spot

He screamed pointing his fork at you almost dropping his food

"you're here?! Like---- actually!??!!!"

You almost tripped when you jumped out of his bed, rushing over to him

He didn't care how overwhelmed he got, letting you stroke his hair and hug him

"Only for a little bit, but your pact told me you were lonely and I wanted to see you."

He immediately got embarassed knowing he got called out

"i- I miss you."

You smiled, kissing all over his face and holding his hands

He was stunned and bright red but you suddenly teleported away

You texted him, telling him what you'll come back officially and for him to expect more surprises

Satan:

Was more aggravated without you

'excuse you, that's my emotional support human'

He hated seeing any couple as he knew you were still gone for another week and he couldn't hold your hand like others could with their partner

Your pact was always raging; you almost tripped when you felt that invisible tug

It seemed it was time to visit the Devildom to sooth your boyfriend

You were hiding behind his door

When he came into his room you just missed getting hit by it

You saw his tense he looked and immediately slinked over, wrapping your arms around him

"Asmo I swear I will-"

When he saw it was you all tension left his body

He hugged you, sighing with joy as he leaned against you

"Now I feel bad I'm only popping in."

"hm, it is a shame perhaps you could stay then."

"I love you but I left mid dinner with my parents, there's only so long you can be in the bathroom before it gets concerning."

You both laughed but you knew you had to get back

So you kissed his face as much as you could reach before dipping back with a quick "see ya!"

Asmodeus:

Poor Solomon, having to hear him complain about you not being there almost every day

He spends most of his time in his room hiding away from his adoring public

Noticing his skin keeps looking awful no matter what he does

When your pact kept tugging you you knew you had to go see him

You teleported over, landing on his bed

He just left his bathroom, an oversized shirt on him and a towel aroulnd his neck catching the water still dripping out of his hair

"AH-! nooo sweetheart why did you come back now?! My hair isn't dry!"

"I'll come back later then-"

He pulled you into a hug, hiding his face in your neck

"nooo!! I missed you so much."

You just laughed, having mercy on him and patted his hair causing it to completely dry

"I missed you too, but I'm only seeing how you are."

"you're cruel."

You kissed his head before moving his face so he looked at you, he was pouting

You kissed all over his face before giving him a big smooch on his lips

You immediately teleported back when he tried to cling to you

You left him a note on his table that you'll be back in a few days

Beezlebub:

Don't look at him like that

He's just stress eating okay??!!

He's so use to having you cure other cravings he has that now he's gone back to being a complete eating Machine

Sure that never really changed but before your arrival he ate ALOT more

His pact with you was always shining and you felt the need to see him

You decided you'll pop in

You somehow ended up in mini fridge, all the trays were taken out and there wasn't a spot of food inside

You saw your boyfriend chowing down and coughed into your hand

"surprise, baby!"

He stopped eating, quickly gulping down and helped you out of the fridge

"you shouldn't be in there you could catch a cold."

"I missed you too."

You kissed both of his cheeks, giving him some actual kisses

He just let you shower him in kisses as he held your hips

"I missed you aswell, are you staying?"

"not for long but I'm coming back next week, save me some of that Ice cream."

He looked down at the ice cream and nodded with a frown

You teleported back after kissing his forehead

Belphegor:

Has been clinging to anyone he could get his hands on

Which mostly was his twin, just clinging to his arm, leg, back, wherever he could

He missed hugging you and taking naps with you

Didn't even bother to hide how much he missed you

Has considered going back on all his chatacter development just so he would come back

You had a feeling it was best to go back to the devildom for a visit when your pact kept fizzing

He was sitting in his room, crushing a squishy plush cow with a snarl

"Missed me?"

He whipped aroulnd and just stared at you in shock

"I am asleep again?"

He frowned

"this is reality, I'm just making a stop here to see you."

He hugged you, breathing in your smell, missing it already

"I missed you, when are you coming back? Naps haven't been the same."

"you gotta survive another week, but I got something for you."

He raised a brow, confused on what it could be

But surprise! It was kisses all over his face

He felt true peace feeling you kiss him again and actually fell sleep smiling

You laughed as he suddenly flopped smiling like an idioit

You made kissed his cheek one last time before heading back

[kenjikutie]

Back to the Future [Tamaki Amajiki]

summary: when your future child with your boyfriend arrives on the doorstep of the 3-a dorms, fluff, chaos and general panic is bound to ensue word count: 2k pairing: tamaki amajiki x fem!reader warnings: none!

most days, tamaki would thank whatever being there was above him for the mere fact that he was able to hold your hand anytime he wanted to, not that he did, of course. he was constantly overwhelmed by any little affectionate action send his way, whether it was a peck on the temple or a steamy makeout session in one of your dorm rooms. it truly didn’t matter what it was, if it involved your lips, he was sure to be a blushing puddle on the floor

however, this didn’t mean that tamaki wouldn’t cuddle with you of his own volition. the last thing he ever wanted to do was make you feel like you were carrying the weight of the entire relationship. tamaki loved you and he had to make sure you knew, even if he couldn’t untie the knot in his throat anytime he wanted to say it out loud

so, instead of that, he would let his love be expressed through how tight of a hold he had on you during the night. his arms would wrap around your waist while his face was buried in your chest, the adorable indigo tips of his hair settling on your collarbone. you swore that even if something tried to take you from his grasp, they wouldn’t be able to move you more than an inch without him waking up with a whine

but, this clingy nature only existed in the confines of your dorm rooms, due to tamaki’s shyness. because of this, the two of you were sitting next to one another on the common room's sofa, shoulders touching as the rest of the class paid close attention to the famous pixar film, up, playing on the tv. your eyes were also glued to the screen due to your childhood love of the movie, but tamaki was focused on playing with your fingers, trying to distract himself from how many people were gathered in the room

every time a joke was told, you giggled, turning to nejire to laugh some more at her comments on the scene. tamaki, however, would be too concentrated on the small crinkles on your eyes when you laughed and how beautiful your smile was. sometimes, he would overwhelm himself and turn bright red, despite you not even doing anything

a knock on the large front doors of the dorm building caused tamaki to let go of your hand and look up at you, silently wishing that you wouldn’t go answer it, just because he didn’t want you to move. his wish was granted when mirio happily ran to the doors and the rest of the class turned around to see who had paid them a visit. when mirio opened the door, his bright smile fell as he looked around before something tugged on his pant leg

when you heard the sniffling of a child, you immediately jumped off the couch, followed closely by nejire, who cut in front of you to coo at the young visitor. you stood behind your blue-haired friend, not being able to see over both her and mirio. tamaki was beginning to slowly lift himself from the couch to walk over to you, quickly realizing that none of his friends were around him anymore

“u-uncle miri! w-w-where’s m-mommy?”, every jaw in the dorm dropped and no one moved a muscle, besides your happy blonde friend

mirio awkwardly knelt down to look at the young boy, “uncle miri? have we met before? im sorry if i forgot; im not the best at remembering things!”

despite his laughter, you could tell that mirio was just as confused as everyone else. tamaki had taken his spot behind your back, resting his forehead on your shoulder to distract himself from how loud the child was crying. mirio placed a hand on the boy’s back and led him into the room while you, nejire and tamaki backed up to let them inside, still hidden behind the periwinkle of her hair

you could tell that the boy was overwhelmed but before you could say anything, he had closed his eyes and darted for the wall, burying his face into the hard surface, whispering something to himself. tamaki’s eyes widened at the familiar sight of indigo hair tucked into the corner of the room and you did the same. mirio took a step forward to comfort him, as he usually did with tamaki himself, but you beat him to the punch

resting a hand on the little boy’s back, you began to stroke his hair, “hey, i know it’s kinda scary being in here with so many older, taller strangers, but you don’t have to worry. we’re heroes in training; we’ll help you in any way you need!”

the boy tensed under your hands and for a second, you panicked, afraid you might have made the whole thing worse. but, before you could move, he had turned around and buried his head in your stomach, gripping onto your shirt so tightly you thought he might rip it. you gasped, connecting your gaze with tamaki, who looked just as shocked as you did

“mommy! i-im so sorry! i didn’t mean to touch i-it! im so sorry!”, he was sobbing now and you could feel his tears stain your shirt

“m-mommy?”, tamaki mumbled, slowly approaching the two of you, setting a shaky hand on your shoulder

you shrugged at him and lowered yourself down to the boy’s height, doing your best to lift his face from your abdomen to get a good look at him. he was a near mirror image of your boyfriend. with his indigo hair and facial structure, you were convinced the two of them could be twins in another life. meanwhile, tamaki was marveling at the child’s eyes, the same ones he loved to admire every day when you looked at him

“amajiki! y/n! you two never told me you had an adorable baby!”, nejire bounded over to the three of you, taking the boy into her arms, squeezing him close to her cheek and you resisted the urge to laugh at the shocked face he pulled

“w-we do not. i-i-i-”, tamaki’s words were stuck in his throat again and you quickly pulled his head into your shoulder, letting him breathe in the scent of your shampoo to calm down

“im gonna go get mr.aizawa. but for now, i think you two better look after him, doesn’t look like he’s gonna leave y/n’s side for a long time.”, mirio pulled nejire out of the dorm, despite her pouting and whining about how she wanted to take care of the cute baby too

within a second of being let go, the boy was attached to your leg, burying his face in it. suddenly, you were very aware of the two amajiki’s resting on your body. the rest of the class had gone back to the film, seeming unfazed by the recent occurrence

gently, you lifted tamaki’s head from your shoulder and pet the boy’s head, “what’s your name, honey?”

“a-a-akihito. akihito ama-jiki.”

                                                          ---

after mr.aziawa had informed you that it was a side effect of a quirk, you were somewhat relieved. this meant that akihito would probably be back to his own time period in a few days, but, you couldn’t help feel a little disappointed. akihito was attached to your hip, not even able to go into a different room without you by his side

tamaki understood completely. the little boy had given him a hug as well when he recognized him as his father, apologizing to him as well, before immediately falling back into his mother’s arms. apparently, his son thought the same thing about you as he did. you were a safe space to him, just as you were to tamaki

but, whenever he saw his son begin to panic, he felt guilty. he was the reason why his son was so easily overwhelmed and frightened. why couldn’t he have been just like you? you were brave, passionate, and outgoing, almost shining as brightly as mirio in his mind. however, his son, just like him, was cursed to live out his days as the moon

the three of you were currently in your dorm room, all of you silently eating takoyaki that you had ordered earlier. akihito suddenly gasped, causing both heads to turn to him with concern. tamaki felt tears reach his eyes as the boy held up his hand, each finger having a small tentacle appearing out of them. you grinned. this was exactly what tamaki needed to see

the rest of the night was filled with akihito cheering at how cool his quirk was and his eyes shining at the sight of his father perfectly using his to perform all sorts of tasks. tamaki was beginning to feel better about their similarities and knew that, like himself, his son also had a sun to watch out for him. this sun, however, took the form of his mother

you went to bed that night with akihito attached to you like a leech and you laughed at the pout at your boyfriend’s face, “aww, tama, did he take your spot?”

tamaki’s face went bright red at your teasing and he quickly glanced away from you, “n-no! i, i was just thinking about h-how sad it’ll be when h-he goes back.”

you smiled and sat up, careful not to disturb akihito as you rested your head against your boyfriend’s chest, feeling his heartbeat speed up, “yeah, but just think how happy the future us’s are gonna be!”

future. that word knocked the air out of tamaki’s chest. the two of you were married. he was a pro-hero and you were currently pregnant with your second child. you two were perfect in the future. did he really deserve that? would you have been happier with someone else? someone who wasn’t as withdrawn as he was

his question was answered when you hid your face in his stomach, resting on your side while he laid on his back, akihito still on top of you. tamaki didn’t need to think about all of that anymore. because, if he kept going like this, then everything would be just fine. he turned off his bedside lamp, and pulled the blanket over the three of you, resting his hand on his son’s back, placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head

akihito was gone the next morning and were sure you’d never felt worse, but, tamaki smiled and pulled something out from his bed. you furrowed your brows then beamed at the handwritten letter from akihito, who wrote about how much he loved you and how he would miss you so much. you gave tamaki a kiss, trying not to notice his squeal of surprise but smiling when he relaxed and kissed you back

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meanwhile, future you and tamaki were both panicking. tamaki was trying to console you but he was just as scared as you were. where had your precious son gone? was he in trouble? did he need the both of you to hold and comfort him? what if you never saw him again? it was too much for the both of you to handle

suddenly, there was a harsh pop and blindingly bright flash, tamaki quickly jumping to cover your eyes with his hand. you lowered your husband’s arm and shrieked at the sight of your son, standing perfectly safe in your living room

you raced forward and scooped him into your arms, nearly crying when you buried his face in your neck for a second then pulled back to rest his chubby hands on your cheeks. tamaki joined you shortly, placing a light kiss to his son’s head, then putting a matching one on yours

akihito began to ramble on about how he saw you, daddy, uncle miri and aunt nejire, discussing the food you ate, the note he gave you, and how cool his dad’s quirk was. you listened intently with a grin while tamaki glanced over to the framed piece of notebook paper above your mantle

the same note your son had given you seven years ago

[sickofthistoxicshit]

Re-watching 4x05, there were some things said in Maddie’s and Buck’s conversation in the beginning and then when kid Buck falls off the bike (by Margaret) that made me go and look for the risks in donating bone marrow.

Remember that Daniel died the first year after Buck was born, meaning that Evan was a baby when they used him as a donor.

So I pulled a Buck and went to research online: (According to healthline.com)

Anyone between 18 and 60 years old can register to be a donor.

People between 18 and 44 tend to produce more and higher quality cells than older individuals. Doctors choose donors in the 18 to 44 age group more than 95 percent of the time, according to Be The Match, a national marrow donor program.

You’ll need to provide a tissue sample. This is obtained by swabbing the inside of your cheek. You must also sign a consent form.

Besides donating your bone marrow, you’re donating your time. To be accepted, you’ll need to provide additional blood tests and have a physical examination. The total time commitment for the donation process is estimated to be 20 to 30 hours over four to six weeks

The most serious risks have to do with anesthesia:

People who fall into those categories may have an increased risk for:

postoperative confusion

pneumonia

stroke

heart attack

About 2.4 percent of donors have a serious complication from anesthesia or damage to bone, nerve, or muscle, according to Be The Match.

You’ll only lose a small amount of bone marrow, so it won’t weaken your own immune system. Your body will replace it within six weeks. - But this talks about adults doing the process, not a newborn, barely formed baby.

Some potential side effects from general anesthesia are:

sore throat due to the breathing tube

mild nausea

vomiting

Regional anesthesia can cause headache and a temporary drop in blood pressure.

Some side effects of marrow donation include:

bruising at the incision site

soreness and stiffness where the marrow was harvested

achiness or pain in the hip or back

trouble walking for a few days due to pain or stiffness

You might also feel fatigued for a few weeks. That should resolve as your body replaces the marrow.

While recovering, here are a few ways to ease common side effects:

Lightheadedness. Rise from a lying down or seated position slowly. Take things easy for a while.

Sleep disturbances. Eat smaller, lighter meals. Rest and go to bed earlier until you feel fully recovered.

Swelling at the surgery site. Avoid heavy lifting and strenuous activity for 7 to 10 days.

Swelling of the lower back. Use an ice pack periodically throughout the day.

Stiffness. Stretch or take a few short walks each day until you build up your strength and flexibility.

Fatigue. Rest assured that it’s temporary. Get plenty of rest until you feel like yourself again.

According to Be The Match, some donors find it more painful than they thought it would be. But others find it less painful than they expected.

Reading this got me even more mad at the Buckley parents, because baby Evan was expandable, they had him for the sole purpose of saving Daniel. It made me wonder if the graft worked but the baby died in the process if the grieving would have been as long as it is with Daniel.

I wonder if both survived, the treatment of baby to adult Evan would have been different - if he would have been considered the hero/savior by his parents.

I don’t wonder at Buck’s unbelievable tolerance for pain, and his habit to persevere despite everything. 

I don’t wonder about Buck’s belief of how expandable he is (obviously he’s not), it’s because that’s how his parents made him feel, every day of his life for as long as he lived under their roof, and even outside of it. 

Until the 118, bobby, and the Diazes, he really didn’t have a home.

And Chimney’s “Yes you were, by her.” (referring to Maddie wanting and loving him) does not makes a difference, because, yes she loves him and of course she wants him, always, but a sister’s love (even absent, for whatever reason) amazing as it is ( I have two, both younger) does not rival to the patterns of behavior and sense of self worth our parents can instill in us. 

I know my parents love me, but they screwed me over pretty good. (My therapist is making good money off of me lol) I know my sisters love me and that they are always there when I need them, and vice versa, but that doesn’t make the damage our parents did, even inadvertently, any less harmful.

So Eddie’s very correct assumption (unlike the rest’s broken record - reckless) in Buck acting expandable is such an important observation that was finally made to Buck himself - and the fact that it was made by Eddie is even more important, because Eddie is the one that spend the most time with Buck, by choice, and actually sees him for who and what he really is. 

Eddie doesn’t shy away from that conversation - and compared to Eddie of S3 and even S2 that is a hell of a character development, and a blessing in disguise because now they can both move on together. - Get better together.

I didn’t plan on making this about buddie - but the family Buck chose, choosing him back, in contrast to the family who brought him into this world out of necessity not out of choice is so highlighted in this case, it had to be adressed.

[tatestripedsweater]

Red Wedding

Plot: After a wedding ceremony it is customary for the couple to consummate their marriage, the time soon comes for both you and James to do just that.

Request: Loosing your virginity to James (Fem!Reader) - Anon

Wordcount: 3.7K

Warnings: Sexual Intercourse, Impregnation, Spanking, Dirty Talk (Slightly out of character for him), Killing/Death, Mentions of Old Fashioned Values (A woman knowing their place/obeying their husband)

Key:

Bold Italics - Flashbacks

A/N: This took me three days to write, requests may take longer as I’m trying to be as detailed as this one shot. Let me know if you like the longer pieces of writing or not!

AHS Taglist: @tatesimper @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess @darlingkitt @mrs-march-ahs @kitwalker02 @satanscomplex @mossybank @cleanup-aisle5​ 

August 1926

You were completely stunned by the décor of the hotel, it was absolutely breath-taking. Whoever had designed it must’ve been a genius.

Standing in a room filled with other rich people of California and workers that helped bring The Cortez to life. You couldn’t help but feel out of place, you were only here by chance. Your father had been a builder on the hotel, so it was conventional that James had the workers invite their families. It would mean they would gossip to their friends about The Cortez, which in turn would bring more guests. The more people that stayed in this hotel the more fuel James had for his... hobby.

As soon as James popped the champagne, it goes on the floor as well as his face as he tried to catch the alcoholic substance in his mouth. James’ eyes met your own. The champagne bottle was soon forgotten and passed to someone James couldn’t even be bothered to look at, all that mattered in this moment in time was you.

“I don’t believe we’ve met dear, James Patrick March.” There was a sense of pride as he introduced himself once he had walked over to you. Before you could even respond, James had taken your hand in his own and placed his lips upon the soft skin. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss...?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” He kissed your hand once more before letting go, looking up at you with a warm smile. It felt like the whole world was going in slow motion as you looked back up into James’ eyes. He was breathtaking.

“A beautiful name dear for a beautiful woman.”  You felt yourself go hot at the compliment, just his words made your body heat up. “Would you like a tour of the hotel from the very man who designed it?”

You remembered your mother’s words ringing inside your head once that question left his lips. Never delve into the company of a man alone unless it’s your father. What harm could come out of this? A hand hold? A kiss on the cheek? Both options seemed harmless to you.

“I would love too.” A smile graced James’ lips before he offered you his arm. Wrapping your own around his, James led you out the crowded room before your father even got the chance to stop the two of you. It’s not like he would’ve anyway, the paycheque he was getting from James was enough to stop him in his tracks.

“You know dear, I have seen such beautiful décor in my lifetime; some even displayed in my hotel. But non are as beautiful as yourself.” You weren’t expecting such a compliment, but you felt yourself go hot again due to how bashful he was making you. “I do hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable Y/N.”

“No, not at all.” You quickly dismissed what James was thinking, the last thing you wanted to do was offend this man beside you. If you played your cards right, then you would be Mrs March within a few months. “I’m just not used to the attention of males is all…”

“Well, that’s hard to believe.” James chuckled; he couldn’t believe that men weren’t lining up at your house asking for your hand in marriage. You were every mans dream, you were his dream woman. With the small amount of time the two of you had spend together, James had already fallen head over heels with you. He intended on making you his. Even if he had to kill to get you. “How about dinner this evening? Just the two of us?”

A dinner? With him? Just walking around his hotel was enough to have you feeling all hot and bothered, god only knows what effect a dinner date with James would have on you.

“When would the dinner take place?” It wasn’t a direct ‘yes’, but it was enough to let James know that you were interested in his offer. You hoped it would be sometime tonight due to you staying in the hotel; just while your father and the other workmen could indulge themselves within the confines off the hotel.

“This evening? 6pm?” A smile landed on your face before you nodded in agreement at the arranged time, had you finally met the one? Only time will tell.

October 1926

You and James had only known one another for two months but it felt like a lifetime. But here you stood, in front of the mirror wearing your wedding dress along with the train trailing behind you.

He had decided on a private wedding at the hotel much to your parent’s dislike, James didn’t wish to have either of them there as all he wanted was to focus on you in the moment. The only other person at the ceremony was the priest that was going to wed the both of you, James wasn’t that pleased in having a religious man within the confines off his hotel either. But once he has pronounced you both married, he wouldn’t be alive for much longer anyway.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you could hear the chime of the music start to signal your arrival. James had hired an organ player for the occasion despite you saying he didn’t need too; he couldn’t have you walking down the isle to absolute silence. Everything had to be perfect. The only thing that was missing was having your father to walk you down the aisle, but you didn’t dare argue with James about them coming. It was a woman’s place to obey her husbands wishes. Even if you disagreed with them.

The moment you stepped foot into eye view of James at the bottom of the isle was the moment his heart grew ten times the size it already was. He never thought he would find love, not like this anyway. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get any more ravishing.” James looked you up and down as you walked down the aisle, he finally spoke those words once you were stood across from him at the altar. The two off you had decided on writing your own vows instead off going for the traditional ones given by the church, James didn’t think they were good enough and frankly he despised them.

The priest looked between the off you to signal you two to take your vows, James’ warm hands took your own in his hands before speaking. You could’ve sworn you saw them turn glassy but decided against asking him if he was okay. Not wanting to interrupt what he had been planning to say.

“My darling, from the moment I first saw you I knew you were the woman I wanted to make mine. I will cherish every moment we have together up until my last breath, here’s to us and many memories together.” You had to take a deep breath to stop yourself from crying, you still couldn’t believe this was the man you were marrying. It was like a dream come true.

The eyes off your soon to be husband and priest were now on you, it was your turn to speak your vows. You had them memorised from the moment you had wrote them in your small notebook, James could sense your nerves as you felt his fingers stroke your hands to help relax you some. It worked.

“I didn’t know what love was until I met you, I thought I did but that was only a little girl’s fantasy of what I thought love actually meant. You make me feel alive, you’ve shown me I’m capable of doing things I never thought I would be able to do. You make me strong.” James understood what those vows meant even if the priest had a confused expression upon his face, once the two off you had exchanged rings and you were announced as husband and wife your dress had changed colour from a white to a bright red.

James’ clothes were covered in the blood of the woman who was now on the floor, her so desperately trying to crawl away. Her pathetic mewls for help had him roll his eyes, no one was going to hear her. The walls were filled with asbestos to stop anyone from hearing his victims from crying out for help.

“You might as well give up; it will be easier for both off us.” James’ foot landed on the small of the woman’s back to push her back down onto the floor, it having caused her more pain due to the open wound on her stomach. “You will be a corpse within five minutes, maybe less if you carry on.”

The woman on the floor almost gave up any hope off ever getting out of this place alive, this was it. Her life flashing before her own eyes. But just as she went to give into death and lay helpless on the floor, her eyes lit up when she saw two new pairs off feet in front of her. Red heels.

All the colour drained from James’ face when he saw you stood before him, he was expecting you to run or even call for help like the helpless woman was doing below him. Just as he tried to make up some excuse or have you see things it from his point of view, your heel dug itself into the skin off her cheek as you pushed her face into the carpet.

“We had dinner reservations an hour ago.” The anger in your voice was present to which bubbled fear into James’ body. You weren’t angry at the fact you had caught James in the act off taking another life, it was the factor that he had missed the dinner you two had planned for tonight which ignited you with fury. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?!”

“Exhilarating isn’t it darling?” James had taken your hand in his own as he had forced you to grip the knife that was in his cane, it now being plunged into the priest’s neck as he started to bleed out onto the hotel floor. The staff within the hotel (not including Hazel) along with the guests had been forced out of the building on this day, the wedding was a private affair.

“You taking my purity away in my blood-soaked wedding dress would be even more exhilarating, no?” A growl left your husbands mouth once that left your lips, looking you up and down as you were covered in the man’s blood. James’ cock started to harden at the very thought of all the things he wanted to do to you.

“You always find new ways to surprise me dearest.” A giggle left your lips as James lifted you up bridal style, the body and blood would soon be forgotten and cleaned so he didn’t need to worry about anyone finding it. The hotel doors were locked from the inside so no one would be able to get inside anyway. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you after that little show.”

“I don’t want you to go easy on me, I like the pain.” This was one of many reasons why James had wanted to marry you, no woman in all of his life was like you. It was as if you were a figment of his imagination, you were perfection.

 As soon as he stepped foot inside the room the both of you shared, James had you pushed down onto the bed. You bent over it to expose your rear to him, his hands gripped onto your ass as he hiked up your dress. James moulded your ass cheeks into the palms of his hands. The blood smearing on your skin, you were his canvas and the blood the paint.

“Do you realise how beautiful you are darling? You’re a work of art.” Before you could even respond to James’ compliment, his hand swatted your left ass cheek as he moulded the other. “And you’re all mine!” The growl that erupted from his chest was enough to send shivers down your spine, you knew what he was capable off. He could snap you like a twig if he really wanted too.

“I’ll always be yours. Always.” A satisfied expression fell onto James’ face, there was no backing out of this now. You were always going to be his in life and in death; neither of you knew that part though yet.

“Tell me what you want.” A squeal came from you once he had spanked your ass cheek once again, it being much harder than the last. Your skin was starting to heat up against James’ hands the more he spanked you, your hands were gripping onto the bed sheets tightly in reaction to what he was doing to you.

“I-I want you inside me.” Your voice was stuttering, not only from nerves but from the pleasure he was making you feel. If James could make you feel so good without even fucking you, then you were going to be a mess when he was inside your cunt. “I want your baby…”

Your head was soon pulled up by your hair, James almost not having believed what you had told him. While his hand kept a hard grip onto your hair to keep you in place, you felt his other hand leave your ass cheek and delve between your legs.

“You want my baby hmm?” James’ fingers ran over your clothed cunt, he could feel how wet you were from just rubbing up and down your slit. “You want my cum inside you? Filling you up until you can’t take anymore?” His fingers continued to toy with your slit as he spoke, wetness seeping through your underwear as he did so.

“Yes! I want all off that James.” A dark chuckle could be heard from behind you, he was taking great pleasure in seeing you like this. So submissive. “I want all off you.”

Smirking, James moved the cotton off your underwear aside. He could feel how aroused you were from his small touches; James moved his finger over your clit and the sensation had a whimper fall from your lips. Adding pressure to your clit as he rubbed it just the way you liked it, he felt himself grow harder at the noises you were making. You sounded like a goddess that needed to be ravished.

“You’re so sensitive darling.” James could tell from just the way you were writhing underneath him that you were enjoying yourself, you had never been touched like this before so a sensation such as this one was new to you. “Just wait till my cock is inside you, I’ll have you screaming till you can’t take anymore.”

You haven’t ever heard him speak to you in such a way, just the way the words flowed out of his mouth with ease had you completely submit to him. It was clear that James was enjoying having this hold on you, you were his wife now. His lover.

“Now this may hurt a little dear.” Your eyebrows were furrowed until you felt him slip his forefinger inside you, it wasn’t so much the pain it was the feeling off being filled with his finger that caught you off guard. Your mind started to race with the thoughts of what his cock would feel like filling you up, your soft moan didn’t go unnoticed by James as your thoughts mixed with his finger inside you had you feeling like a whore in church. “The fun has barely begun and you’re already acting like a harlot.”

James’ finger was thrusting into you and the more he pleasured you the bigger mess you started to make on the bed, you may not have been with him for long, but you certainly knew that he didn’t like messes. The damp sheets between your legs caught James’ attention, with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk he filled you up even more.

A gasp fell from your lips as his middle finger met his forefinger inside your cunt, James would have you clean this mess afterwards but right now he wanted you to be in as much pleasure as possible. Your arousal had coated his hand as he continued toying with your tight hole, James’ fingers had met your g spot as soon as he curled them up. He knew this since as soon as his fingers stroked against it, you were a whimpering wet mess of a woman.

“J-James.” Your voice cracked as soon as his name left your mouth, your hands gripping onto the bedsheets with every ounce of strength you had. James’ fingers started to thrust faster into you as soon as he noticed the state you were in, your ass shaking with the speed his fingers were going.

You could feel the fire pooling in your lower stomach, and you could tell that your orgasm was soon approaching. James had to hold himself back from cumming in his own trousers as the sight off you was enough to have his cock struggle against the tight confines off his slacks. A mixture of curse words and James’ name had started to come out of your mouth along with your legs trembling against his hand.

“That’s it darling, let go for me. Fall apart.” The hunger in James’ voice was what had tipped you over the edge, he felt your cunt tighten around his fingers as you came. You almost felt like you were in heaven, that the whole world had slowed down and the only thing that mattered in that moment was your orgasm. You couldn’t help but whine at the loss off contact when James had removed his fingers from your cunt, you had to squeeze your thighs together to try and get some sort of friction. “You’ve just orgasmed darling, and you already want more?”

The truth was you wanted everything he was willing to give to you, you wanted to feel every inch of James. The sound of his slacks dropping to the floor along with his briefs, James’ cock sprung out and up against his chests. The pre cum was already dripping down his shaft, the veins making it evident with just how aroused and hard he was.

The warmness of his hands gripped onto your hips; you could feel his wedding ring against your skin which only made you more bashful than you already were. This was it. The moment every woman in their lives waited for, you felt James run his cock over your slit. Teasing your hold with a dark chuckle escaping his chest.

“Deep breath darling.” James advised you, just as you took in some air into your lungs you felt them get pushed back out again as soon as James thrusted his cock inside your cunt. It wasn’t as painful as you had heard from your friends, it was similar to having his fingers inside you, yet it felt fuller. “Oh, that’s it, take every inch dear.”

James could see a hint off blood on his cock from where he had stretched out your hymen, you were a woman now. Half room shaped marks formed on your hips as he gripped onto you much harder, his thrusts weren’t as animalistic as you thought they would’ve been. Instead, James kept them hard but slow for the first few thrusts, then as time started to go on things took a turn.

The bed started to shake underneath you as James quickened his thrusts as he felt your cunt stretch around him, grunts could be heard coming from James as moans had come from you. The noises in the room were only the pleasures sounds off the two of you along with his skin slapping against your own.

James’ mind went back to what you had said earlier on, about you wanting to give him a baby. Just the very thought of you giving him an heir to pass this hotel down too made him growl, he was starting to turn into a wild animal the more he thought about your stomach swelling all because of his seed.

One of his hands moved from your hips and into your hair, pulling your head up so you couldn’t muffle the noises you were making. Part of James wished he didn’t make it a private event; he wanted his guests to hear who was making you feel this good but alas the only people in this hotel were you two along with Hazel; who was cleaning the bloody mess from earlier on.

The sweat started to form on your skin along with James’ the faster he thrusted inside your cunt; his name was falling from your lips like a mantra. James started to lose his rhythm with how close his own orgasm was, but he wasn’t going to be the one to cum first. That was going to be you.

“James I can’t hold it for much longer.” The way your voice cracked yet again forced a chuckle out of his mouth, he was concentrating so much on not releasing into you first that he was as soon broke out of his own thoughts the moment you starting crying out his name.

With your cunt tightening around his cock as you let your orgasm wave over your entire body, James’ hips stilled and jittered before finally filling you up with what you had been craving from the moment you had bent over the bed. Leaning his head back in pure bliss, James’ orgasm had your name pour out of his lips as his cum started to run down your cunt. Well, with what didn’t already go inside you.

“Oh darling…” The both of you were panting, completely taking in what had just happened. As James looked down, he couldn’t help but smirk as the blood had completely set into your dress and skin, the stickiness of the substance now all over his hands as well as your ass and thighs. “Have I told you how much I love you Y/N?”

“You tell me every day; you better carry on doing it until the end of our lives.” The both of you couldn’t help but laugh softly at your words, your head still being hazy from the orgasms he has given you.

What the two of you didn’t realise was that even in death. He was still going to tell you how much he adored you.

[amberpetriece]

Literally fighting my own mind for a year and just when my thoughts got more detailed than ever (suicidal thoughts way deeper than ever on my life) we had to leave our apartm1ent due to the leasing and me forgetting to report a raise. Thank god our roommates and friends weren't effected which is why we were like IF WE LWAVE NOW. AN THEY STAY PLEASE. So we moved back in with my family one December 1, 2021. Mom, dad, brother, and my 10 year old nephew.

My brother and I have always bumped heads but have always been close.

Christmas eve morning we sad by to our parents as they were driving to Arkansas to see my grandma. Like 3 hrs later I told him I was gonna go see if I could find any of the Mario Legos. I said, " I'll be back dude." He said, "You runnin a fever?" "YUP!MURRY CRIFFMAH!" He laughed and said to be careful and he and my nephew were probably gonna be gone all day to give B and I some time to do what we needed without He or Kai in the way. I said, "Okay Bubba. See ya later on then."

That was the last I saw my brother. I was only gone 2 hours IF that. I came home, snuggled the sleepy wife for a few before a morning smoke. She said Keith had already left for the gym with Kai.. We were talking about Christmas morning when my friend called. Now we have literally never phoned each other. We just text and hang out. So I knew something was up when she called me on fb messenger. So I was confused and answered. She told me my brother had a heart attack.

Everything changed.

He had aneurysm. Hit the floor and had a heart attack. A family friend started cpr til the ambulance got there. After they got his heart beating again he had a stroke that caused a clot to for and burst in the matter of hours. My brother died 9:14 pm December 26, 2021. My head lay on his chest til the machines aloud his last breath. We stayed with him long enough for his soul to leave. And my world hasn't been the same since.

My biggest trigger. My greatest protector. The biggest pain in my ass. My best friend. My hero.

My big brother.

Health af. JUST turned 36. Heavy weight lifter. Tattoo artist. Human rights activist.

I've lost SO many people in my life. A lot as a teenager. Even more in the most recent years. 3 of which were my best friends before they left this world. So much pain from seeing them go and seeing their families hurt. Nothing has hurt like this. It's literally like losing a part of yourself. It's been 3 months and a week and I still expect him to walk through the door. Still waiting for him to marry Pati.. The pain I feel...the pain I'm feeling from my mom and dad...it's the worst thing I've ever felt.

I miss you Bubba.

Keith Alberto Toledo

October 3, 1985 - December 26, 2021

[perriewinklenerdie]

Photograph (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 1,8 k

Summary: Claire and Ethan attend Naveen’s birthday party ft. jealous Ethan

Warnings: None (though MSWord told me that ‘bastard’ might be offensive to my readers so who knows)

A/N: @justanotherrookie​ look, I made it :D it’s an honor to be considered your friend, you slay my life, pls continue to do so <3

A large clothing bag was thrown over his shoulder as he strode towards his office. The light of the day was slowly giving way to the dimness of the evening. Ethan exchanged his working clothes and a white coat for a tux, hair styled meticulously and an alluring scent of his cologne filling the air around him.

He expected her to be waiting for him inside, but upon entering the room, he noticed her absence. Before he could reach for his phone to call her, the door opened and a very frenzied and out of breath Claire appeared. Their eyes locked and she breathed out in relief at the sight of him.

“Sorry I’m late, our patient in 507 needed additional tests run and then there was hold up in the lab and I couldn’t get the results fast enough- “

“Take a breath, baby, calm down.” He laughed under his breath, wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer. She stared up at him for a moment, then stood on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips. She let out a low hum of contentment.

“Mmh Ethan Ramsey, the best tranquilizer known to humankind.” Claire complimented, brushing her nose against his. “I’m not sharing with anyone, though.”

“Spoken like a true addict. Though, I have to say…” he gripped her hips tighter, smirking at the way her pupils dilated slightly at the motion. “You’re addictive too.”

She leaned up to kiss him again only for her lips to meet his cheek when his head turned. Slightly confused, she leaned away to look at him.

“If you kiss me again, we’ll never make it to the party.” He muttered, stroking her jaw with his thumb. “Go get ready, there’s still time.”

It takes her entire twenty minutes for her to put her dress and shoes on, touch up her makeup and tame her hair. Ethan was waiting for her by the wall, his head rising to look at her when she came back. His breath got caught in his throat for a split second, awe induced by her entire being stopping his thought process momentarily.

He walked over to her, smoothing out one unruly lock of hair, his over hand tracing the edge of the cleavage of her dress.

“I take it you like it?” Claire grinned, toying with the lapel of his jacket. He hummed affirmatively, bringing her closer to his side as they began walking.

“If it wasn’t for the party, I would have shown you just how much.”

~

Naveen, unlike his protégé, liked to celebrate his birthday. He didn’t manage to organize himself a party every year, so he settled for throwing a rather big get-together every few years. Other than that, he settled for small celebrations with Harper, Ethan and, since last year, Claire.

This year, however, was the party year. Claire couldn’t wait. Ethan, on the other hand, wasn’t looking forward to it as much. Tradition was tradition, however, and combined with very convincing arguments from Claire, he didn’t argue.

Due to the situation at the hospital, they were running a bit late. Their saving grace was that they bought the present a few days earlier and that the host was their very dear friend.

“I was beginning to think you two wouldn’t make it!” Naveen exclaimed, greeting the two by the entrance to the bar. He embraced Claire, then Ethan, smiling widely at the pair.

“I like to think we’re fashionably late.” She winked, then passed the gift she was holding to him, warning him of its weight. The oldest doctor deposited the bag at the table near the side of the room, then guided the pair to the group of people by the bar.

“I’m sure you all remember Ethan, so let me introduce you to Claire Herondale, a brilliant young doctor that I literally owe my life to.” Naveen spoke up, a pride tone in his voice when the memories of the pair working together on his case flooded his mind. Claire blushed a bit, taking a small step towards the group.

“Naveen is entirely too generous in his assessment.”

“No, he’s not.” Ethan argued, smiling down at his girlfriend. His hand glided up and down her side affectionately. “You are brilliant.”

Among the people in the group, most of them shared a common feature of surprise at the affectionate side of Ethan Ramsey. They’ve met a couple of times at public functions more or less formal than this one, but all those instances had one thing in common. Ethan Ramsey was alone. Ethan Ramsey was solely focused on his work and his patients. So, to see him with a woman on his arm, and to see him so infatuated with her, was a sight for sure.

Ethan didn’t mind most of the people Naveen invited. They were all amazing doctors and scientists; talking to them was usually an interesting and challenging for his brain experience.

That statement, however, wasn’t entirely true when it came to Jonathan Millstone. In general, he didn’t mind the man all that much. As a researcher, he was great. As a man, not so much. From his more than forward attitude, to his treatment of other people, women especially, everything combined into a not so alluring picture in Ethan’s opinion. He never voiced it, however, as the behavior of the researcher never impacted him directly.

Up until that point, that is.

Because Jonathan had wandering eyes. And his gaze has made itself at home on Claire. Her face, her neck, her waist. The slit of her dress. But most of all, the neckline of the said dress.

There was no shame in his ogling, not a hint of embarrassment when she noticed him staring. He didn’t say a word to her, just stood there and watched.

She breathed in heavily, trying to keep her annoyance at bay. Sensing how motionless Ethan has become, she snaked her hand around his arm, pushing herself closer to his side, twisting her body slightly to shield herself from insisting eyes of the other man. Ethan’s arm immediately wrapped tighter around her, amplifying the effect of her actions. It was the subtlest way she could have given Jonathan a hint that she was in a relationship and wasn’t, even in the slightest, interested or flattered by his behavior.

Surprising no one, he didn’t take a hint.

As they walked away from the group, Claire turned towards Ethan with a glint in her eyes.

“That was some impressive jealousy management you had there, Dr. Ramsey.” She gripped the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer. His hands squeezed her sides, his lips hovering right above hers.

“I was holding onto the last bits of patience.”

“I’m glad you did. Tonight, is about Naveen.”

A teasing grin grew on his lips in one moment, and in the next, he was twirling her out and into his arms. His fingers twisted the fabric of her dress slightly, the material rising off the ground a bit. Claire wrapped her arms around his neck, their face coming so close together that they were breathing the same air.

A soft sound of a working camera broke the bubble they were in, causing them both to look over. A photographer stood there, asking them if he could take a portrait of the two of them, per request of the host.

Ethan didn’t have to search very long for Naveen, who had a satisfied smile on his face. He shook his head with a sigh, then turned back to the photographer, nodding slightly in agreement.

With his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, they faced the camera, easy grins lighting up their features. Claire’s hand glided over his back, then slipped into the pocket of his jacket, the tips of her fingers pressing into his side playfully.

“Remind me to get that photo from Naveen later.” He muttered into her ear when they were alone again. She nodded, pressing them together so they could dance.

A few songs later, Claire managed to persuade him to let her get them drinks. And it did take some heavy convincing, especially when the first response she got was ‘I’m not going to be drinking any colorful nonsense’. She promised to not disappoint, then went towards the bar.

He turned around, coming face to face with Jonathan Millstone. He watched something right above the diagnostician’s shoulder, and Ethan didn’t have to guess or turn around to know just who was on the end of his gaze. When two men looked at each other, smugness and arrogance met irritation and disapproval. An explosive mix.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Ramsey with a date.”

“Would it kill you to be more respectful towards anyone?”

“She’s a real piece of beauty. You’re one lucky bastard, getting to score her.” Jonathan admitted out loud, watching how his words affected the doctor. Ethan’s hands rolled into fists and he was about to take a step towards the man, when a deadly calm voice called out from behind him.

“And you’re a real piece of an asshole.”

Both men froze in place when Claire walked to stand next to them. One would expect an angry scowl to reside on her face, but instead, she was neutral. Not a single emotion shown.

Wordlessly, she passed Ethan his glass of scotch, her eyes zeroing in on Jonathan. She weighed her own drink in the glass, swirling the liquid inside a couple of times. When she raised it, the researcher took a step back, expecting her to throw a drink in his face. Instead, she took a sip, smirking at his scared expression.

“You’re also lucky. I won’t make a scene at Naveen’s party.”

He thought he was off the hook. Oh, how wrong he was. Ethan took a definite step towards him, gripping his arm in a vice-like hold. “I’m not that generous, though. I suggest you learn your lesson and beat it.”

With a curt nod, he bid them goodbye (very respectfully) and got lost in the crowd. Claire’s face finally broke out into a smile.

“That felt good.” She shook her shoulders a bit, laughing in relief. Ethan bent his head, lips tracing the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“It was also incredibly attractive.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his pants to drag him closer, her expression feigning innocence despite very suggestive looks they were both giving one another.

“Let me get you home so you can find out.”

Notes

We’re absolutely going to ignore the difference between the dress in the fic and the dress in the pic (yes, I’m a poet)

Denise, find the Hamilton reference (a literal line, no shame) :D

Tagging separately

[threeminutesoflife]

Don’t Forget

Pairings: Steve x Black!Reader Summary: A look at family life for Steve, Reader and their daughter after reader suffers problems with her memory  Warnings: slight angst/ends happy, memory loss due to injury, smut, slightest breeding kink Word Count: 1.8k

prompt: 50 First Dates

a/n: @allaboardthereadingrailroad❣️🧡​ thank you for hosting the Diversity Challenge 

a/n2: piece is purposely choppy and randomly placed to reflect the reader’s struggle with memory. Also, references to Dark Knight, Love Actually, Say Anything, 50 First Dates.

___ A monetary, momentary impact- cause and effect:

Bank robberies were many things. Successful ones were more. Timing, precision, determination; a well-mapped out plan, and methodical dedication to achieve a streamless end result.

It was that sort of successful robbery that cemented you, an involuntary participant, on a repetitive course of choppy, foggy memories. Despite the jovial clown designs of the robbers’ masks, the severity of the situation was real.   

Because things really do play out in slow motion as dramatic events unfold- a deafening crash, a cloud of dusty sunlight pouring in through the bank's broken entrance. Stilted, broken flashes of your life projected themselves on the backs of your closed eyelids.

Unfortunately, you were within the range of the propelling debris when the school bus reversed into the building.

Because of that day, your memory would skip and strip. 

____

Exhilaration- friendly fear of tickle monsters:

The sound of tiny feet slapping the floor drew closer from down the hall, ten little toes against high-gloss maple.

The bedroom door crashed open with no regard to the plaster behind it.

Giggles cut through the room as thirty pounds of mischief in footed pajamas launched itself straight at you.

“Mommy!”

Your three year old squealed before bombing her limbs upon your stomach, "Daddy’s gonna get us!”

___

No time for regret, when you’re in the moment of gratitude:

Steve found you standing in front of the vanity, staring at the mirror- unfocused. Frowning slightly, he knew what you were doing to yourself.  

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Steve, do you ever think... it’d be easier if you didn’t ask me out all those years ago?”

“Which time?” Steve tested the waters with the usual joke, gathering time to prepare himself for the familiar, spirit-dampening conversation.

Every few months you’d ask him if all this was worth it- if the extra work to be with you was what he wanted. He’d always reply with, ‘Loving you's a blessing, not a chore.’

You’d hesitate at those words, at his sincerity- until he was able to coax affection back into your field of vision. Because you were worth it to him. 

“Steve, come on. I’m being serious.”

“Me too. I’m lucky to be as stubborn as people claim me to be-“

“Oh, it’s a fact," you snorted. "Not a claim. You’re stubborn.”

“Good thing for me then, huh?" Steve smiled, relieved by your humor. "Otherwise, I’d miss out on everything that’s good in my life.”

___

She’s got jokes:

A documentary splashed itself across the television screen as you sank into the couch next to Steve. Pointing your toes, you rested your legs over his lap and cracked open the fake memory journal's spin. 

Watching you from the corner of his eye, Steve hid his excitement that you brought the book out by him. 

You usually looked over it alone, too self-conscious to try remembering things in front of others. He always encouraged you to sit and read it with him. He liked resharing the stories you created together, but your underlying guilt for not recalling events easily shut the door on those conversations.   

Turning the page, you caught Steve glancing at you before shooting his attention back to the screen with a cough. 

Smugly stretching your legs, you bit your lip and rubbed your ankle over Steve’s bulge. Catching the way his thigh jumped and flexed under his thin sweatpants, your eyes darted back to the journal. You couldn’t wait to play out your prank. 

Keeping his eyes on the screen, Steve picked up your ankle and rolled his knuckles along the arch of your foot. As much as he appreciated the way you riled him up, he wanted you to open up.

Chuckling, you mumbled to yourself how great that day must have been before turning the page and complimenting another pretend event. 

Another faux memory praised, Steve twisted towards you before shaking his head and turning back to the screen. Pressing his thumb harder into the sole of your foot, he was unsure how to proceed. 

Delighted by his confusion, you complimented another memory with a theatrical dreamy sigh.

Giving in to his curiosity, Steve paused the television and gave it a shot, “What are we looking at?” 

“I thought it might be nice to talk about the stuff we did- like you’ve wanted.”

The smile that spread across Steve’s face almost made you feel bad for the prank.

“Yeah, yes- I’d like that,” he shut the tv off, practically dropping the remote in excitement. “What are you reading, what’s making you laugh?”

“How you asked me out using cue cards you made. The messages you came up with were sweet.”

“...Cue cards?”

“It was special of you, Steve. Taking the time to write out something on each one. Here. Look at this sentence, you called me perfect. Reading what you did and how loved I felt, you’re so wonderful.”

“...Honey...” Steve’s voice cracked slightly, “I don’t, I don't know anything about cue cards-”

“-And then the time you stood outside my bedroom window with that boombox. Holding it obnoxiously high above your head. Thank goodness for biceps, am I right?" You teased, nudging Steve with your elbow. "That gesture might be a little too much for some but reading how you made me feel, it meant so me.”

“You wrote that?” Steve questioned, an edge of concern creeping in. “You think I actually did-... you remember these things happening?”

“My favorite is right here. When you built that little house out of waffles at the diner. Setting up a kiddie pool of syrup for us to dip the roof in and a jacuzzi of hot chocolate nearby. And then your expression- when I said I'm more of a pancake person. You argued how pancakes aren’t sound enough for construction.” 

Keeping your poker face intact, you tried not to flinch as Steve inspected you intensely. 

Suddenly, he jetted forward and snatched the fake journal from your hands. Sailing it over his shoulder, he knocked your legs from his lap and climbed off the couch to loom over you. 

Before regret set in from your play of inaccurate historical accounts, your body snapped backward as Steve yanked you down the sofa by your ankles. 

“Hysterical. Pancakes over waffles” Steve scoffed dryly at your teasing, boxing himself over you and settling his knee between your legs. “I know you too well. You’re in for it now, sweetheart.”

____

Adoration, a promise of tradition and support:

You sat in bed with her snuggled by your side, a little nose peeked out from under her blanket. Her little hand wrapped itself around your shirt, her other held a well-loved, stuffed bunny. 

Scooping her up, you cradled her in your arms. Warm security. Peeling a corner of the blanket back, you kissed her cheek. 

Between giggles, she raised the rabbit up in the air and you played along- one kiss for her, another for her stuffed friend.

She settled in slowly with a yawn as you hummed the lullaby your mother softly sang to you before bed. The same rich melody draped with the lyrics your grandmother sang to her children. 

Tears gathered in your eyes as you willed yourself not to forget this moment.

___

Gratitude and gratefulness:

“Can’t you see how beautiful you are? Knowing I’m yours- that you’re mine... when you come out of that bedroom each morning, I witness that recognition of love on your face when you see us...” Steve’s body tensed, his shoulders shook as he stumbled over the words. "...getting to see you with our girl each day."

“Hey," You called to him, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "Hey, handsome."

Steve pressed his forehead against yours and tried to push down his anxiety. 

Your eyes locked to his as you promised teasingly, “You and our daughter- seeing her each day- that’s my happiness. You're just a bonus.”

Sputtering a laugh, he closed his eyes and relaxed from your fingers threading through his hair. Steve never took for granted how you soothed him, especially during the times when he should actually be comforting you. 

“Thank you,” Steve whispered. 

“Some things are easier to remember than others for me.”

“Yeah?” His lips ghosted over yourself, a half-smile raising the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah. The journal's a great cheat sheet, makes it easier to recall I have a husband. Now, if only I could pick him-”

Steve moved quickly, cutting off your joke. His mouth trapped your next words when his tongue swept over your lips. 

___

Muscle memory:

“Hold your legs. Spread'em wide for me,” Steve instructed between a husky, broken grunt. “Wider, sweetheart.”

He stroked himself in front of you as you laid naked on your back. Your arms were sandwiched between the fold of your legs and hands locked around your ankles. You provided your husband more access and an even prettier view with your feet in the air and legs parted. 

He ran his fingers over your folds, circling your clit. Lining himself up, he thought how these were some of his favorite moments with you, the intimacy and the need.

Caught up in the stretch and sensation of him slowly entering you, you almost missed his next words over your moans. 

“Want…” Steve stuttered, “want to be deep in you, beautiful.”

You mewled under him, squeezing him from his words. Releasing your ankles, you grabbed his arms for support as he slowly slid deeper. Steve’s movements faltered with a groan, feeling you tighten around him.

He closed his eyes to concentrate as you felt goosebumps run down his forearms under your palms. 

“Fuck,” Steve cursed and praised, thrusting harder. Your legs bounced above your arms from each snap of his hips.

“Free your legs. Give me your hands, sweetheart,” Steve instructed, massaging your breast.

Pulling him down, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck. You inhaled his woodsy shampoo as you dragged your nose along the light shadow of his beard. Capturing his mouth with yours, you tasted salt on his top lip.   

With a quick bite along your collarbone, his chest rumbled when you ignored his instructions. Collecting your wrists in one hand, he secured them over your head and ground into you harshly. 

“I love you,” Steve said, slowing his pace. 

You replied with a roll of your hips, earning a dark moan from him, "I love you, too.” 

Steve rocked back on his heels, dragging away his length and slipping out of you completely. Your body immediately began to cool from his lack of touch. 

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you called out, "What's wrong?"

“Your empty journal sheets bother me,” Steve stated, running his hands over your knees. "We're fixing that."  

His thumbs circled up your inner thighs, looping closer to your core. Spreading your legs further apart, he pushed them into the mattress. Taking himself back in his hand, he palmed his erection and rocked his shaft along your folds. 

"Let's have another baby, sweetheart," he smirked, teasing his tip into you. "Gotta fill up all those pages.”

[jaeminzie]

swimming pools | n.jm

↳ na jaemin x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: fwb!jaemin boldly confesses his true feelings for you, slightly drunk on alcohol and drunk on you.

genre: fluff fluff

word count: 2,078

warnings: small mentions of sex

another friday night of partying— a way to destress but the music bounced on the walls so powerfully that it made difficult to stay in the room, making your head ache. you gulped your drink and informed your friends who were currently dancing without a care in the world that you’ll be down at the basement where it was peaceful. the basement wasn’t far at all but the amount of sweaty bodies you had to squeeze through felt infinite. you made it though. sluggishly walking down the stairs and examining the room, and to your surprise— jaemin was seated at the kitchen island with no one but a beer in his hand with his head down. furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, jaemin wasn’t the type to be all alone during a party. he had way too many friends to be alone.

you moved towards the fridge placed in front of the island and grabbed yourself a cold beer, then taking a seat in front of jaemin. when he heard the stool chair squeak and your beer can open, he lifted his head and his eyes softened at the sight of you and your slightly glowing face from the alcohol you’ve consumed so far. nodding his head to you, “y/n, what’s up?”

“needed a break up there, i’m too exhausted.” you sighed and began drinking your beer, groaning at the bitter taste. “what’s up with you?”

“just...” he paused to take a sip and also sighed. “i heard there’s a swimming pool here.”

your eyes lit up in amusement with a smirk forming on your face. “that’s cool. but what are you implying, jaemin?”

“parties are getting so boring, let’s go do something else.” he chugged his beer and slid it away from him.

“jaem, i’m not really down to fuck tonight. i’m too exhaus-“

“y/nnn, i won’t pull anything on you tonight, i just wanna get out of here. don’t worry.” he gave you a reassuring smile and you felt your chest tighten. the alcohol has started taking an effect on you.

you weren’t sure if you trusted yourself to be with jaemin, your fuck buddy who you may or may not have feelings for, intoxicated. yet, you still said, “me too, let’s go.” chugging your beer to the last drop then shooting it into the trash and jumping off of the stool, jaemin doing the same with a big smile on his face that warmed your heart. but a sting of pain followed the comforting feeling when you remembered that your relationship with each other is only physical.

worsening the sting, jaemin took your hand and hurriedly dragged you up the stairs, past all the bodies, and out of the back door. he didn’t let go when you two were fully outside feeling the cold night breeze.

the awkward tension was unbearable, jaemin was kicking rocks and your hands were clamming up as you walked your way towards the isolated swimming pool all the way at the back of the backyard. the walk there felt like an eternity and the whole time, jaemin never let go of your hand but you tried your hardest not to think too much about it.

noticing the long period of silence, jaemin squeezed your hand and giggled. cute. “are you good?” he looked down on you with a smile. “you seem so off lately, even yesterday when i was blowing your back ou-“

“don’t! even finish that sentence.” he immediately shut his mouth and raised the hand that wasn’t gripping yours up in surrender while nodding. “school was tough this week, maybe that’s why.” technically, you weren’t lying. though, your behavior is also caused by the annoyingly unavoidable feelings you have for jaemin.

“hmm,” he nodded and absentmindedly rubbed your hand with his thumb which drove your heart to beat three times faster. “you sure that’s it?”

“yeah, what else would there be?” you tried your best to keep your voice in the same octave to avoid showing your nervousness.

“nah, just making sure.” he finally let go of your hand when your feet met the cobblestone that led to the edge of the pool. he stood right by the edge and signaled you to come stand next to him, and you did.

“you have extra clothes?” you questioned him, but your question was answered when you watched him undress himself until he was only in his boxers, then folding his clothes neatly and placed them on a beach chair. you’ve seen jaemin’s bare body multiple times and every time, you always had your breath taken away.

“nope,” he popped his ‘p’ and smiled at you before canon-balling into the pool making a loud noise and splashing water on you in the process. “come in, angel. it’s cold in here and i need you to warm me up.” jaemin does not know what he’s doing to your heart, or so you thought.

your hands began undressing yourself and followed the same actions jaemin did just moments ago. but instead of jumping into the water, you decided to just slowly dip your body into the cold water that instantly made you shiver. though, jaemin immediately swam towards you to wrap his toned arms around you in an attempt to warm your bodies up even just a little bit.

physical affection wasn’t a big deal for you both, but you always have to remind yourself that there isn’t any feelings involved to spare yourself some trouble. though, it was too late for that. “this is really nice,” jaemin spoke in a soft voice and his hands began caressing your back.

before you could reply, jaemin grabbed your hands and forced your body to swim along with him, still keeping the bright smile on his face. “you’re still tensed, y/n. it’s friday, you can relax now. please?” his eyes were pleading you to let yourself enjoy this moment. his puppy eyes worked effectively since your muscles began to loosen and a small smile appeared on your face which made jaemin’s big smile even wider.

you nodded and began to swim freely, straying away too far for jaemin’s liking which made him follow you around like a puppy. “stop!” you laughed at him and splashed water at his face. “let me be!” while in reality, you actually wanted him to continue what he was doing and possibly grab onto you like there’s no tomorrow. but of course, you couldn’t say that for the sake of your ‘partnership’ with one another.

“angel, you’re always so rude to me.” he teased back and did what you wanted, he eventually caught up to you and embraced you in a back hug while you two were letting out giggles sounding like little children.

your heart fluttered when he rested his dripping chin on your shoulder and placed delicate kisses on your neck. you were so close to giving in, but you could not take the strained feeling in your heart anymore. sternly, you told him “jaemin please.”

his kissing stopped but he kept his embrace just as tight as before. “i’m sorry. you just look so pretty tonight.” he mumbled against your shoulder blade, then turning you around to make you face him.

“it’s okay,” your voice was fragile and your eyes avoided his, but he desperately wanted you to look at him and notice that he wants you just as much as you want him. possibly even more. you thought of all the excuses in the world to get yourself out of this situation before the alcohol says something your sober self would regret, “i should be home early, i have somewhere to be tomorrow.”

you managed to get out of his hold and swim towards the edge of the pool, hearing the boy sigh behind you. “y/n, you’re really bad at lying. you never have plans on saturdays.” he begins to swim behind you and stopped when he was floating beside you closely. “i would know because we spend every saturday together.” he nudged your shoulder softly, giving you a reminder that both of you cleared majority of your saturdays so just you can do your sensual activities at his house.

you turned to him expecting to see his infamous smirk that you hated so much (but fell for). though, you were met with a frown and pleading eyes of the boy who was pulling you closer. this time with a tighter grip, not wanting to let you go.

“you’re really oblivious, aren’t you.” he laughed softly but his eyes weren’t bright like how they were a couple minutes ago.

you pulled him closer to you making your chest rest against each other because you were currently too exhausted to even try to talk your way out of this. in the end, jaemin will get you to stay and you both knew that. with a sigh, you replied with “just let me be.”

it has been such a long night for you, you just had to rest your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat made you breathe more calmly. jaemin’s right hand went straight to the back of your head to stroke your hair while his left arm maneuvered your arms making them embrace his waist.

“i like you... too?” the first words sounded very confident but the last word was a completely different tone, making you smile tiredly. “i mean, you do like me right? or am i just assuming? fuck, sorry this is so awkward.” his heartbeat became unsteady and rapid against your ear, you began to shush him so he can stop rambling.

“i like you too, but-“

“but what? i don’t see anything wrong,” he cupped your face and made you make eye contact with his shimmering eyes. you melted at the sight of his desperate face, he was glowing due to the reflection of the pool, the moonlight, and the alcohol. you were too busy admiring his face to even respond, and jaemin seemed to notice. “please say something.”

you blink your eyes multiple times getting your focus back, “something could go wrong, jaem. i don’t want to ruin it, but i always do. that’s why i wanted a fuck buddy in the first place, i’m not suited for a relationship.” it pained you to tell that to him but you had to be truthful. you wanted to look away so badly but jaemin’s hands kept your face in place right in front of his own dangerously close.

shaking his head, “i’ll help you. i’m not gonna give up easily and you know that. i’ll be here to help you through everything, y/n. please?”

how could anyone say no to him? you wanted to turn him down so badly but you knew you’d regret it if you did. there was only a possibility of you hurting him in the end if you say ‘yes’, but saying ‘no’ without trying would hurt him no matter what. you pulled his hands away from your face and pulled him towards you so you can rest your forehead on his. “okay.”

he closed his eyes and sighed in relief, a smile shortly followed. “i promise you, you’ll do amazing. anything you’ll do, i’ll be happy. can i kiss you?”

you giggled at him, the strained feeling in your chest was finally released and was replaced with a sense of warmth, making you forget the cold water that was causing goosebumps to form on your skin. you nodded for barely a second before jaemin softly pressed his lips into yours.

the two of you have shared many kisses in the past, but this one was something that you both haven’t felt before. the fire was ignited and you were not trying to put it out like how you used to. this time, you can finally show how much you wanted him but not for his body, but for his love. you could feel jaemin’s excitement through the motions of his lips, yet he made sure to be gentle with you making sure you feel his genuine admiration towards you through his actions. finally, you could breathe around him and you could stop neglecting your strong feelings towards the boy. jaemin was relieved when he felt your body relax and melt into his arms, feeling accomplished that he’s finally made you feel confident enough to be with him.

the kissing stopped but you two remained in each other’s arms, not wanting to let go as you felt too safe in one another’s embrace after silently yearning to have the type of relationship you both truly wanted for so long.

[followtheowls]

For a fic prompt, could you possibly write something about Ezra being injured and the medbay and Kanan and Hera are waiting for him to wake up/are worrying. Thank you so much :)

Thanks for this prompt <3 I also used it as a part of my ficlet series on ao3! I hope you like it

tw: medical talk (nothing to gory or graphic though), non graphic mention of injury

fandom: star wars rebels

characters: Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger

Words: 1.7k

The Medbay was not a quiet place, Kanan decided. He took in his surroundings from his place in his chair, in the corner of the small Medbay that was designated for waiting. He could hear the medics bustle around chatting and moving from one patient to another, the medical droids zooming around looking for their next task or procedure, and the medical equipment and machinery hum and creak while they carried out their functions. He could hear the beeping and chattering of binary from the droids, and the medics’ attempt at a hushed conversation. To Kanan, it seemed ironic that a place for healing and resting would be so incredibly noisy, but then again, he was probably more sensitive to it than most. He found that the loss of his vision had forced his other senses to adapt and subsequently become more sensitive to compensate for the loss of his eyesight.

The scent of bacta was thick in the air. So thick, in fact, Kanan could feel it burn his nostrils as he breathed in. The scent provided almost an instant headache, and his stomach churned as it reminded him of agonizing memories, in this very Medbay, from his recovery after returning from Malachor. Nothing eased the effect of the smell, it was something that was burned into his memory unchangeable. Even breathing through his mouth was only a half solution, the odor was so saturated and overwhelmed the air that he could almost taste it. Kanan wondered how the medics were able to work here all day. They probably become desensitized to it, he thought, too much time spent alongside it to let it bother them anymore. Kanan hoped he wouldn’t have to spend enough time in this overwhelming environment to even get near the point of getting used to it.

Kanan felt like a raw nerve, exposed and vulnerable. There was a lot to try to keep track of through the Force, and though he had grown accustomed to using the Force to guide himself through life, right now it was taking extra concentration to center himself. He was feeling everything too keenly. He jumped as he felt someone brush his side accidentally, sitting down in the seat next to him. Hera, he thought. He felt her hand slip into his and squeeze. He returned the gesture, squeezing back with equal pressure. He waited for her to speak first. 

“The medical droid says if all has gone well in surgery that they should be finished soon. He’ll probably be put in a bacta tank for a day or two, depending on how well the surgery goes. They didn’t have any other information to give us.” She stated quietly. Kanan just nodded and tightened his grip on her hand. They sat in silence for several minutes, and Kanan once again became ambushed by the chaos of the medbay.

He prided himself on his ability to remain calm in stressful situations, something that had been hammered into him during his upbringing at the Jedi Temple, but, at the moment, he could feel himself begin to drift from those teachings. Somewhere in Medbay, his padawan, his son in everything but blood, was lying broken and exposed on a table in an operating room, with several surgeons working hard to save his life. He needed to find his balance and his center, but he didn’t know how to do that when he was teetering on the edge of losing everything. 

He should’ve been on the mission, Kanan scolded himself. He should have been there to look out for Ezra, to protect him from what he hadn’t learned yet or from the hate of the Empire. Force knows no one ever did that for Ezra before Kanan was around. Kanan could even fathom imaging the possibility of losing Ezra now. That’s not how it was supposed to go, children were not supposed to go before their parents, it’s against the natural laws of the universe. 

Hera spoke up suddenly. “Stop,” she said sharply. “I know you. Don’t do that.”

“What?” Kanan responded, genuinely confused.

“You’re blaming yourself. I can see it all over your face. This is not your fault or my fault. The Empire. They did this,” she hissed, her anger a white hot presence in the Force. He just hummed in agreement and stroked his thumb over the back of her hand.

Several more minutes passed, it was hard to tell how long they sat there not speaking, just waiting. It could’ve been five minutes or an hour. Kanan really couldn’t tell. He felt Hera stiffen next to him and sit up straighter, and through the noise of the Medbay, he could hear footsteps getting louder and moving towards them. Together they both stood to greet the medic.

“He’s alive and he made it through the surgery. It was touch and go for a while, and his heart arrested once on the table, but we were able to successfully revive him and repair his internal injuries,” explained the medic. Kanan let out a shaky breath he didn't even know he was holding, and slid back into his seat, nauseated and tortured by the knowledge that his padawan’s heart had stopped. 

Hera’s voice shook as she found the strength to speak. “Thank you so much. Will there be any long term effects? Any lasting issues we need to know about? And can we see him?”

“He will, hopefully, make a full recovery,” responded the medic. “There is a very small possibility that there could be some neurological deficits caused by lack of oxygen to his brain during the time that his heart stopped. But, in my professional opinion, I think that possibility is extremely low due to how quick we were able to restart his heart, but we won’t know until he wakes up. Otherwise, he is young and strong, and it is expected that he should recover just fine. though he will need to take it easy and rest for a few weeks. Right now, we have him immersed in a bacta tank to ensure a speedy recovery. I can take you both to see him if you like.”

Hera let out a cry of relief and happiness and she bent down to tackle Kanan in a desperate embrace. He returned it with equal ferocity, almost numb with relief. If the situation wasn’t so dire and serious, Kanan maybe might have made a joke and pointed out just how mom Hera was being. It would have been funny if the situation wasn’t so, just, not funny. The tears were evident in Hera’s voice when she responded that yes, they would like to go be with him, but Kanan was not one to judge. He knew if he had functioning tear ducts, he would’ve been bawling minutes ago.

The medic led them out the door and into a big open room adjacent to where they just waited. Kanan could sense a few medical technicians and droids fluttering around doing their jobs, but his focus immediately snapped to the muted-but-thankfully-still-there presence of Ezra that was emitting from what was presumably inside the bacta tank in the center of the room. While Kanan was his usual brand of stoic and silent, next to him Hera let out a half-suppressed, choked gasp. The medic respectfully excused himself to give them space, telling them he would be in his office if they needed anything.

Beside him, Kanan heard Hera let out another water breath, and he felt her struggle in the Force to contain herself and her emotions. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his side, prompting her to lean into him. It was just as much for his support as it was for hers. It would be okay, they could be unbalanced together. 

Hera shook under his arm, and he felt her lose a bit of the emotional battle she had been fighting. He heard the small plops of tears as they slipped off her chin and made contact with their clothing. He squeezed her a little tighter and whispered reassurances that Ezra would be okay, trying his best to be comforting, but certainly feeling like he was failing. Kanan was hovering between a mix of not knowing what to say and navigating his own residual numbness, shock, and terror from the terrifying moments when he hadn’t known if he still had a living son or not.

After a minute or two of silence between them, Hera, always the most verbal with her emotions, spoke up. “Kanan, he - he,” she was cut off involuntarily by a forceful sob. She attempted to gather herself and start again. “He - just - he looks s-so young,” she whispered, her words choppily cut apart by sobs. “And so f-fragile, in there. The tank is so b-big and - and he just looks so small.” She finished her sentence, and abandoned any premise of maintaining her composure by dissolving into quiet, but powerful tears. She turned away from the sight of their kid in the tank and leaned into him fully, pressing her wet face into his sweater. 

Kanan couldn’t or didn’t have the capacity to imagine what she was looking at. He couldn’t bring his mind to produce that image for him. But, for the very first time in the eight months since becoming blind, he didn’t actively wish for his sight back. At this point, Kanan had mostly accepted his blindness, and had learned to lead his life without sight. But, typically the most emotional moments with his family were the moments he truly wished for his vision. But not right now. He knew that the scene in front of them would be seared into Hera’s memory for life, but something deep inside him, he realized guiltily, was relieved he couldn’t see it. Relieved, because, maybe, he hoped, this way the image wouldn't haunt him. That he wouldn’t go to sleep at night and dream of it, or freeze in the midst of a firefight for fear of seeing it again. Just in that fleeting moment, he felt grateful. Grateful that he didn’t have to see what Hera was seeing, Ezra hurt and broken, and suspended in bacta while connected to a million wires. Grateful that Ezra was going to recover. Grateful for more moments with his family.