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[darkmatilda]

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which one spencer reid tries to focus on work, but keeps getting distracted. first by an unexpected phone call. then by the way you start flirting with another agent right across from his desk. but in the end, why does it even bother him?

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐭𝐰: spender reid x diva!chemist reader, reader kinda threatens to poison him, but its not a threat, just their silly way of showing mutual affection <3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.3k

𝐚/𝐧: anon's request. heyyy wonderful people, just letting you know that your request was the second-to-last in my inbox, so im opening them again! feel free to send me your ideas for the diva reader series, im already grateful in advance :>

Spencer usually gave out his phone number only to the people closest to him.

That way, he didn’t get unnecessary calls distracting him from more important matters, and he could be sure that if someone truly needed to reach him, they wouldn’t have any trouble doing so.

So, as he walked through the Quantico office, planning to track down Hotch—who supposedly wanted to see him—he was so absorbed in their case that he pressed his phone to his ear without thinking, without even looking at the screen, fully expecting to hear a familiar voice. Someone from the team, maybe.

Instead…

"Hey there, gorgeous."

A slightly raspy male voice. Spencer immediately estimated the caller to be around forty, judging by the subtle rustling sound—whoever it was, they were holding the phone just a little too close to their mouth.

Spencer froze in place.

His first thought—a wrong number.

His second—another one of Morgan’s pranks.

Just in case it was the latter, he didn’t hang up immediately. If his friend had planned something, he needed to find out what—so he could properly retaliate later.

"We met last night, don’t know if you remember," the man continued after a brief silence, caused entirely by Spencer’s confusion. "I hope you do. Because I sure do. Hard to forget a face like yours. You still there, sweetheart?"

In case anyone had any doubts—Spencer was not the intended recipient of this conversation.

He hadn’t gone out the night before, let alone given his number to a stranger. In fact, he had been in an entirely different state.

"Oh, sweetheart, don’t make me mad now. Or maybe you’re staying quiet because you’re curious how much I remember about you? Want me to remind you what you were wearing?"

Suddenly, it clicked.

After a brief second of pure disbelief, Spencer rolled his eyes upward, staring straight into the glare of the overhead lights. He blinked slowly.

His brain was exceptionally sharp that day. Even more so than usual.

Which meant it didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together. A quick mental chain reaction, linking scattered fragments of information into a single, clear conclusion. 

The man on the other end of the line thought Spencer was the woman he had met the night before.

Spencer had a few female friends, but everything—literally everything—pointed to her.

First of all, he was nearly certain none of the others had gone out last night. They had all been working together, after all.

Second, and somehow more importantly—none of them, except her, would have found it remotely funny to give his number to a random guy.

As a joke? Was that what this was supposed to be?

“There’s no need for that,” Spencer cut in sharply, before the man on the other end could start poetically or less poetically describing her outfit.

This time, the silence came from the other side, laced with clear confusion.

Spencer couldn’t stop the faint crease forming on his forehead, nor the subtle tension drawing his shoulder blades together. The entire conversation left a bad taste in his mouth, and it wasn’t just because the guy was wasting his time.

It was his voice.

Self-important. Smug. Wet in a way that made simply listening to him an unpleasant experience. The kind of voice that could turn an otherwise neutral or even affectionate word sweetheart into something damn near degrading.

Years of experience profiling people meant Spencer had no trouble picturing exactly the kind of man he was dealing with. And the distaste coiling in his gut only sharpened.

“For future reference,” he said, barely pausing for breath, his grip tightening on the phone, “I’d suggest double-checking the numbers women give you when they’re trying to get rid of you. Because this isn’t your sweetheart. This is the Behavioral Analysis Unit, which, for your information, is part of the FBI. And your utterly pointless, time-wasting phone call could be considered obstruction of justice, which, surprise, can land you several years in prison.

A loud silence followed—one that left Spencer with a strange feeling. Satisfaction, maybe.

The man cleared his throat, and Spencer would bet good money that there were one or two silent curses mixed in there.

“This whore must’ve given me a fake number,” the guy muttered, no longer speaking directly into the phone.

The sudden shift from sweetheart to whore was so blatant that Spencer couldn’t hold back a sharp, mocking scoff.

“Well, I’m guessing you didn’t think of her as a whore when you were trying to hit on her last night—”

He barely finished the last word before the line went dead.

For a moment, he remained motionless, the phone still pressed to his ear, analyzing his own reaction. He was completely taken aback by it. Almost immediately, though, he forced himself into a nonchalant shrug, brushing it off as nothing more than irritation at an unwanted call.

Work. Right. Work. He had work to do, he had to meet with Hotch…

…but he had barely covered a few meters when his gaze caught a familiar stride and silhouette crossing one of the hallways. And before his mind could even consciously make the decision, he found himself heading in that direction—despite originally going somewhere entirely different.

“Did you have fun last night?” he asked as her hand pressed the elevator button.

She didn’t look at him at first, though she must have heard his footsteps. It wasn’t until he spoke that she slightly turned her head toward him.

“Not too bad,” she admitted casually. Her hands immediately moved to their usual position, arms crossed over her chest, and a small teasing smile danced on her lips.“How about your morning? Any interesting phone calls?”

He opened and closed his mouth, not expecting to be so transparent. He also felt a bit confused by her enigmatic, calm reaction. The elevator stopped, and she confidently stepped inside first.

Spencer followed her.

“I don’t quite get it,” he admitted, furrowing his brows. “Was that supposed to be a joke at my expense, or that guy’s?”

They stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder in the small elevator space. He looked at her, and she stared ahead. She slowly shrugged.

“Maybe both,” she replied, inspecting her nails. Spencer clenched his lips, holding back from saying that she could at least spare him the ignorant, irritating attitude for once. “Or maybe I just wanted to get rid of the pushy guy by giving him the first random number I could think of” She paused, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “And maybe I was hoping you'd scare the shit out of him with some long lecture, preferably about the law. Was I right?”

She shifted her gaze fully to him, her piercing eyes locking onto him with such intensity that denial was out of the question. He didn’t even need to answer—the flicker of expression that crossed his face gave him away instantly.

Her short laugh filled the elevator.

He always felt a little humiliated, standing there in silence while she laughed at his expense. So he spoke first, blurting out the first thing that came to mind—the thing that had been sitting there for a while now.

“Does that happen a lot? Guys being pushy?”

She gave him a closer look, maybe because of the unintended seriousness in his voice. He hadn’t meant for it to sound that way. Clearing his throat, he tried to appear more indifferent.

“Well, yes,” she said simply. Stating an obvious fact, a reality she was used to. “Every time. But getting rid of them isn’t hard. A well-placed conversation, and they run off just as fast as they showed up.” She scoffed. “But sometimes I’d rather just, you know, actually enjoy my evening instead of dealing with them. And that’s when the fake number trick comes in.”

Spencer caught himself listening with genuine interest. He was well aware of the effect she had on people—how she drew eyes just by existing, how so many of those looks were filled with nothing but desire. He also had the impression that, for the most part, she regarded them with mild disdain—or maybe even enjoyed being the center of attention.

He hadn’t considered that sometimes she’d had enough of them—so much so that she had an entire list of strategies to get rid of them just as quickly as she attracted them.

He realized he had fallen silent, lost in thought. The elevator stopped at her floor—he hadn’t planned on getting in with her in the first place, which meant he was now stuck pretending he was going somewhere else.

She took a step toward the open doors before his voice stopped her.

“Wait, you’re not even going to say thank you?” he asked. “I did waste some time on that guy. That was a solid lecture.”

She stood in front of the open doors, facing him.

“I have a suspicion,” she began, one brow arching as a teasing smirk tugged at her lips, “that you enjoyed it way too much to actually need my thanks.”

She gave him a small wave—just her fingers, really—before the elevator doors slid shut, cutting them off from each other. Spencer hated to admit—even to himself—that she had a point. Okay, a lot of a point, he realized as he recalled that fleeting rush of satisfaction when the call abruptly ended, punctuated by a hint of panic on the other end.

And maybe that was what ultimately decided it—because from that moment on, on the rare occasions he received similar calls, he always had a long, meticulously crafted, stern lecture at the ready. One that, just before the inevitable abrupt hang-up, sent the smallest, most satisfying shiver down his spine.

*

"You have three hours."

"I can handle it in two."

 "Do it in one."

Spencer remembered these words, muttering a soft shit under his breath. The massive stack of papers that not only needed to be read but also carefully analyzed seemed to be getting no smaller. The hour on the clock, however, kept ticking forward.

"Hm? What's up? Do you have something?"

He slowly shifted his unwilling gaze to the man he was trapped in the room with. Well, not literally trapped, but that’s how it felt. Dean Bradley, an agent who’d been working on the case they’d just been assigned to for years, knew it inside out—naturally, he had been assigned to cooperate with them. His current role, however, seemed to involve nothing more than pretending to write something on the whiteboard and occasionally throwing out a theory that supposedly brought them closer to the solution but, in reality, only pushed them further away. Bradley was incredibly distracting to Spencer.

"No... I just... nothing." Spencer replied rubbing his throbbing temple. That case had been exceptionally exhausting, he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, and the coffee he had just drunk hadn’t helped at all. "Nothing. Just...can you not say anything to me for a while?"

Bradley raised an eyebrow at him but Reid didn’t really care. Simply buried his nose in the papers again, reading, or rather, devouring the pages with his eyes. There hadn’t been the best atmosphere between them ever since Spencer had ignored his outstretched hand for a greeting. Well, that was because he had seen Bradley leaving the bathroom earlier, and even if he had washed his hands, he had immediately touched the door handle that everyone in the building touched, half of whom hadn’t washed their hands. Honestly, Spencer would have preferred to kiss him as a greeting. It would have been safer.

For a moment, Bradley was actually quiet. He didn’t stay that way for too long, though—just long enough.

"So, where are those lab results? Weren’t they supposed to be here by now?"

"They were. So, I’m guessing they’ll be here any minute," Spencer replied shortly.

"It’s taking a while. Maybe I should just go grab them myself?"

Yeah, please do, Spencer nearly begged. He even opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, the door swung open and a woman stepped in, moving with quick, confident steps, but this time with a bit of frustration in her stride.

Completely ignoring the man's gaze landing on her, she stepped up to his desk and dropped the promised lab results onto it with a sharp motion.

"Could you tell me," she began, one hand still resting on the papers, preventing him from immediately going through them. Because she was standing while he was sitting, her figure loomed over him, forcing him to tilt his head slightly to meet her eyes. Naturally, he did, his gaze moving from her hand with neatly manicured fingers to her beautiful face, her bottom lip slightly protruding as she prepared to speak. "When exactly did I become your secretary? Because I don't remember that moment."

Spencer didn't even blink before responding, so used to thir verbal sparring and the fast pace she always set, just like her steps.

"Well, maybe since you started handing out my number left and right," he shot back instantly. Without breaking his gaze, he grabbed the empty cup sitting within arm's reach. "And since you consider yourself my secretary, would you be so kind as to make me a coffee?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Agent Bradley watching their exchange with fascination, focused on only one side of the conversation. No need to specify which side. Meanwhile, the woman tilted her head slightly to the side, a certain gleam lighting up her eyes.

"Sure," she replied, to his surprise. There was something devious in her tone. Suddenly, Spencer didn't want the coffee anymore. "But I’m not sure I’d be so kind as to make sure those ten teaspoons of sugar you put in your coffee are actually sugar, and not, say, arsenic..."

Instinctively, he pulled the cup closer to himself.

"Not ten," he mumbled.

"Oh, my eternal apologies, I exaggerated a bit. Five?"

"Well, now you're getting closer..."

Their conversation, or rather their verbal sparring, was interrupted by a cough.

“Reid,” Bradley said his last name much friendlier than ever before, with a mischievous grin on his face. “When you said the chemist would bring us the lab results, I imagined, I don’t know, Einstein with his hair sticking out in all directions. Did you really lock such a treasure in the lab?” he chuckled. “So it wouldn't distract y’all?”

Spencer looked up at the woman in front of him again, who had only just noticed the third person in the room. Her hand slowly slid off the papers she’d been resting on, though it stayed on the desk. She half turned her body toward the new speaker, casually sitting on the desk. There was something hypnotic in the fluid, clock-like motion as she crossed one knee over the other. For a moment, he just watched, realizing after a while that he wasn’t the only one.

“Maybe I locked myself in there,” she replied. Her tone calm, too calm, as it always was before she’d throw words, like precisely aimed darts, at the other person. “So I wouldn’t have to listen to the same tired lines from agents with the same tired faces, thinking they’re being creative.”

For a moment, he completely forgot about the pile of papers waiting to be analyzed. He watched what was unfolding in front of him, a small smile involuntarily starting to form on his lips. However, it faded the moment he noticed Bradley’s expression. He had expected him to be shut down. Speechless, maybe. Hurt in that characteristic, pathetic way typical of fragile male pride. Instead, Bradley was grinning like an idiot.

“Wow, that’s a bit harsh,” Bradley commented lightly, not in the slightest bit put off by her words. In fact, the fascination on his face only grew.

Spencer couldn’t help but glance at the profile of the woman sitting motionless on the desk. Her gaze was now also more focused, following the person across from her. Her eyes seemed even more concentrated, intrigued, and entertained than during their conversation. He forced himself to tear his gaze away from her, physically making himself look back at the papers. Work, right, work. He had to focus on it, despite how distracted he was by their presence. It was, after all, natural. They were speaking rather loudly, right in front of him. He began reading the text on the page, concentrating only on it.

“You must feel like some princess locked in a tower,”

His ears, against his better judgment, picked up Bradley’s next words. He shook his head. Text. A quick glance at the woman’s face. Text.

“You know, that German fairy tale from the 18th century…”

Spencer, from his own experience, knew that info dumping wasn’t the most effective way to flirt with a woman. Especially when it wasn’t even accurate.

“17th century,” he corrected, unable to stop himself. Both their gazes landed on him, but he didn’t respond to either, keeping his eyes fixed on the papers. He was reading them, but couldn’t grasp their meaning. He started analyzing the same paragraph again, continuing, “Assuming we’re talking about the German version of that fairy tale recorded by The Brothers Grimm. Because, actually, this was developed from the French literary fairy tale Persinette by Charlotte-Rose de Caumont de La Force, which itself is an alternative version of the Italian fairy tale Petrosinella by Giambattista Basile.”

A long silence fell. The woman shifted slightly in her seat, pretending to be focused on her work, and he tried not to look at her face. Was there pity or amusement on it? Why did it matter to him so much to figure that out? What mattered was only one thing: they were bothering him. The two of them. With the noise they were generating, to be precise.

The sound that filled the room was probably just a long breath from Bradley.

“Wow,” he repeated, thrown off. “Thanks for the clarification, Agent Reid.”

“It’s Doctor Reid.”

He couldn’t stop himself and looked at her. She closed her eyes when a smile spread across her lips. She didn’t try to hide it or hold it back. It was simply there. Bradley noticed it too, his arms, which had been casually resting on his hips, sliding down along his body.

"Didn't you have some urgent documents to analyze?" he began, trying not to sound confrontational, but he failed. He sounded confrontational. "The ones you kept reminding me about every five minutes since we got here?"

Reid didn't have a sharp retort ready for that one; in fact, Bradley had hit the nail on the head. He did have a lot of urgent documents to go through, but for reasons unknown to him, he'd decided to engage in this pointless conversation instead. His silence only seemed to fuel the satisfaction on Bradley's face, which was broken only by the movement of the woman. Specifically, her rising from the desk.

"You could've just said we’re interrupting," she remarked, stretching one leg after the other, every movement fluid. "Especially if it's something important. Is it?"

"Well, actually, yes..."

"In that case, I suppose we're in the way. Shall we go, Agent Bradley?"

She must have read his last name off the badge pinned to her chest. Both Spencer and Bradley looked at her, but only one of them slowly cracked a smile. The other let out a sigh, pretending to feel relief, though deep down, he genuinely did—finally, he could focus on what he had wanted to from the start.

They both made their way toward the door. Unused to her quick pace, and still a bit surprised by the attention she had given him, the agent trailed after her like a lost puppy. As they crossed the threshold, she turned back to him over her shoulder, looking like a kid bragging about winning a bike race.

Spencer merely shook his head with pity, and when they both disappeared in the same direction, he scoffed.

He returned to his work.

After a while, he found himself thinking that perhaps he preferred their conversation to be within earshot, rather than out of it.

[gay-dorito-dust]

@honeydreamhearts

Geta didn’t remember the last time he was on the receiving end of affection and love as unconditional and unprovoked as yours. Even if he did it was merely a faded memory with blurred out faces and voices that he could no longer recall of whom they once belonged to.

The moment he ascended to the throne tender touches of love and affection were the last thing he wanted nor needed when ruling an empire with his twin brother, whom took just as much out of him as being emperor did, as the weight on his shoulders from his duties made him become more temperamental and prone to snapping more quicker then others; along with the perpetual tiredness he often experienced with everything that he had to handle alone.

And that is not even mentioning the senate that schemed to see him and Caracalla overthrown for a better suited candidate.

So whenever you held his face within your hands, caressing his cheeks and looking upon him like he could do no wrong. Geta wanted to move away from you as the touch and feelings your brought forth within him were foreign, or at the very least long forgotten, and suppressed under the pressures of being a man with so much power but yet feeling so out of control and out of his element when things happen spontaneously without pre warnings.

Yet other then slightly jerking his head away from your grasp, Geta remained where he was as his dark eyes watched your every movement, almost as though he was waiting for you to do something that would justify his weariness and his need to prove that nobody could be trusted. He waits and he waits, and he waits for the moment where your betrayal would arise but it doesn’t, instead your fingers brush against his aching temples, breeze past the dark bags under his exhausted eyes all the while you looked at him as though he was nothing short of perfect.

It worried him greatly at just how such displays of affection had him acting like a cornered animal within his own home, Geta didn’t understand it, nor the way his body seemed to soon find comfort in your affectionate displays and yearn for more as he finds himself leaning into your palms. Finding more comfort in your hands then he ever did in the arms and words of anyone else past or present.

He was too tired to fight and his voice was hoarse from all his yelling, he was too tired from holding Caracalla back as he went through his episodes where his illness took over, everything ached within him that begged for rest. It was moments like these where he is reminded that he is very much human but the moment the golden laurels touched his head, the idea of power and greed made him feel like he was one closer to the deities he called upon for judgment and guidance, it’s easy to forget your origins when you have the power to rewrite how you come across in history yet to come.

The kisses were another thing that he had to grow accustomed to also before later becoming addicted to as you’d scatter them across his face and just where he needed them the most. Geta knew he wasn’t affectionate in the slightest, possessive? Yes but he was greedy when it came to you and your spontaneous bouts of love that he couldn’t get enough of.

He once hated spontaneity as it never brought him anything good, but when it brought him an abundance of your touches on his arms, hands, jaw, cheek and or hair, then he’s more then willing to be subjected to your seemingly never ending need to shower him with all the love that he could’ve ever hoped to have in his entire lifetime.

Sure there maybe times where he couldn’t give you all of him, being an emperor meant being anywhere but your side, however when he was he was more or less expectant of you to be all over him as you kissed his lips until they were bruised and deliciously puffed up. He loved to be lavished and with you he would always find himself being in no shortage of being loved, of being wanted and desired without having it thinly veiling something sinister.

It was pure, sweet, warm and Geta didn’t know how much he needed you showering him in kisses, running your hands through his hair or even brushing aside loose eyelashes that you find upon his cheeks, using it as an excuse to kiss the apples of his cheeks before giving his Cupid’s bow some much needed attention. Geta had no need for concubines as much as he used to, not when now that he had someone who would wholeheartedly give him their heart on a golden platter without question, you didn’t needed to be provoked to love him because you did truly love him without his influence to persuade you into doing so.

You love him enough to go out of your way to hold him close, keeping him pressed against your heart, and all Geta could find himself able to do was burry himself into your chest and cling only your waist desperately and firmly. He needed this and he knew it but didn’t want to admit it to himself as it meant admitting to being human, however the moment he felt you touch his hands or kiss his lips, he felt himself crumbling under your touch and yearning for more but feeling unable to do so due to his position of power.

After all it was unbecoming of an emperor to ask for anything that he didn’t have and especially form someone who wasn’t similar to him in upbringing and status. So when he finally finds his voice and makes his move to let it be known that he’s weak under your touch, it’s only in moments of severe vulnerability where Geta thinks nothing else could get worse as he looks at you with those big brown eyes wet with tears, looking pathetic but beautiful at the same time as you kiss away his tears while he whimpers underneath you. (I need to stop)

However feeling as helpless and powerless as he did under your touch was the best feeling Geta could have ever felt in his life, for your affection held more power then he lets on and it would be travesty to have that come to an end.

[peanutpinet]

Always You - Sylus x Fem Reader

Idea: It’s Sylus’ birthday week and you planned a weekend getaway with him (inspired by the small events of the birthday event)

Disclaimer: This work is completely fiction. I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.

A/N: I’m really sad that I got spooked and didn’t get Sylus’ birthday card. The only option is to spend more money but honestly speaking, it would be too much. So as much as I cried, teared up, I still want to do something special for Sylus’ birthday before his day officially ends in my timezone. To Sylus, our beloved dragon, our shayla, our strength during tough times, our light during our darkest moments, we love you and happy birthday

“April 18th”

“What?”

“My birthday”

Ever since you found out Sylus’ birthday, you quickly devised a plan to make it one of the most memorable birthdays for him. Luckily Sylus and the twins were mainly out dealing with whatever business they were dealing with which gave you time to plan out a weekend getaway.

Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday

3 days has passed and you were still unsure where you want to take him and what were you going to give him. You had secretly ordered a cake and plan on decorating it the night before you plan to take Sylus on the weekend getaway trip.

You wandered around his manor, hoping to get some sort of clue as to where Sylus might like to go. “Caw”. You turned around to see Mephisto perched up on one of the kitchen chair.

“Hi mephie” you went closer to the mechanical bird, lightly stroking its head with the knuckle of your finger. “I wonder where Sylus would like to go. Don’t tell him anything yeah but I’m planning to take him out on a weekend getaway. Do you know where Sylus might like to go?”

Mephisto cawed and immediately flapped its wings, flying off. You decided to follow it, thinking that maybe he knows something.

You then follow Mephisto into Sylus’ study and Mephisto landed on the perch beside the bookshelves and it cawed, fluttering one of its wings to the bookshelf.

Walking towards the bookshelf, you noticed that there were several philosophy books, books about the world and travelling, business related books, books about music, and one that caught your attention was books about myths and animals.

And it wasn’t the fact that there were these books that caught your attention but more so there was a whole row in the bookshelf filled with them. You browse through the book spine and their titles and one caught your attention. A book about dragons.

It was as if the book compelled you and without thinking you reach for the book and browse through the pages. ‘When a dragon trust their mate, they would often take their mates to an open place far away from everything, surrounding them with nature, flowers, and even other animals’.

You didn’t realise how long you’ve been in the study room until mephisto caws and you heard Sylus’ voice came through the door.

“I didn’t think you would be one to ready about philosophy or myths, sweetie” you turned around and saw your boyfriend leaning by the door, he wasn’t wearing his coat and had changed to his simple grey sweater.

You immediately closed the book at put it back in his bookshelf, apologising. “Sorry. I was just curious. I promise I wasn’t snooping” you didn’t dare to look at him because heat crept to your face and you were a blushing mess.

Chuckling, Sylus came closer and held your chin up to face him. His eyes were soft and his lip slowly upturned when meeting your blushing face. “I don’t mind you snooping around, sweetie. Afterall, what’s mine is yours. You already have access to all of my manor and more. You’ve also slept over several times so you are free to go around, explore, or do anything you want here”

“Still, it feels like I’m intruding your personal space” you uttered but Sylus shook his head and kissed the top of your head before bringing you out of his study, Mephisto following close behind.

“Don’t worry about it sweetie. Now, shall we go get dinner?” Sylus suggested and you nodded

At night, after Sylus left you to sleep while he goes out to handle an emergency business issue, you couldn’t sleep. You thought about the books you read in Sylus’ study and slowly you arose from the bed and opened your laptop.

You scrolled and search until you finally found the perfect place for Sylus’ birthday weekend getaway. You didn’t think twice to book the location and accommodation. Now all that’s left is to tell Sylus about the getaway trip, get the cake ready and ship it to the location somehow.

Thursday - April 17th

Luckily you had told your supervisor that you were taking your leave for Thursday and Friday. In the early morning in the N109 zone, Sylus was most likely to still be asleep which you didn’t mind.

However, you walked into his room, seeing his calmed asleep self, you curiously poked his cheek when he suddenly grabbed your finger and in a blink of an eye, you were pulled on top of him with your head on his chest.

“While I enjoy entertaining your little antics, it’s still early in the morning, sweetie. Let me sleep in a few more hours. But feel free to wander around if you want” Sylus murmured as he held your waist while going back to sleep

But instead of going up and wander around Sylus’ penthouse like he mentioned, you just laid on his chest, listening to his soft steady heartbeat which made you slowly doze of that you didn’t realise you fell asleep.

A few hours later you woke up and found Sylus was sitting up by the headboard, a tab in his hand as his fingers glide over the device. Seemingly like he was overviewing some work.

“Sy?” you yawned and Sylus look down at you, gently stroking your hair

“Hmm? Now why are you here and aren’t at work, sweetie?” Sylus asked, still stroking your hair that you unconsciously nuzzled closer to him

“Actually, that’s one of the reasons on what I want to tell you. What time is it?” you asked

“About 10am, you came to the manor at 6.30 am which is very early for you sweetie. Now, what is this news that you want to tell me?” Sylus asked, cupping your cheek and gently caressing it

“I’m taking you out on a weekend getaway starting from this evening!” you exclaimed, nuzzling your face further into Sylus’ palm

For a second, Sylus was surprised by your sudden announcement but he quickly recovered and smiled. “Is that so? You planned a whole weekend getaway for us? Do I get a clue as to where we’re going?”

You shook your head, smiling even wider. “Now that wouldn’t be a surprised, would it?”

Chuckling, Sylus gave your cheek a little pinch. “Yes, it wouldn’t be a surprise but I need to at least know what clothing I should bring, right?”

You rubbed your cheek where Sylus pinched and pouted but eventually gave him hints. “It’s somewhere warm in the afternoon but a bit cold at night and early in the morning. It’s out of town so we should probably leave after lunch”

Immediately, you got out of bed and playfully pulled Sylus who chuckled but followed you out of the bedroom. The two of you ordered a simple brunch before freshening up. You told Sylus you had already brought your small suitcase with your clothes and essentials, telling him to pack and get ready.

Sylus smiled as he shook his head while remembering your nagging but playful tone at him. Sylus quickly packed some clothes, he told the twins they can have the weekend off and help themselves to his penthouse.

Once he finished packing, Sylus pulled his suitcase and Mephisto was about to follow him when Sylus stopped him. “This is a weekend getaway and most probably a birthday date. You stay here Mephisto”

Despite Mephisto’s annoyed cawing pleas, Sylus went out of his room to see you already ready by the front door. You were wearing a simple sweater and pants with boots. Your small suitcase was right beside you.

Smiling, Sylus walked towards you, he held your hand while his other hand hold onto both your suitcases as the two of you made your way to the private parking where Sylus allowed you to drive. Just this once.

The drive was nice. After an hour of driving outside of the N109 zone, the air felt nice with a light breeze. You turned on some of your favorite music while Sylus enjoyed your humming, getting in a nap because of the night owl he is.

After several hours of driving, you’ve finally arrived at your destination. You parked the car and turned to Sylus who was slowly waking up. You poked his cheek again. “Hey sleeping beauty, we’re here”

Sylus caught your finger again and almost bit it had you not pulled back fast enough. “Seems like we’re in the middle of nowhere. Are you sure you drove to the correct place?” Sylus asked as he got out of the car and took out the suitcases.

“You have to little faith in me Sysy. Just follow me” you exclaimed, starting to walk further from the car with Sylus walking next to you.

You took out a keycard and opened the door that was slightly hidden behind the trees. “Ta-da!! It’s a treehouse hotel!!”

Walking into the space, Sylus was amazed at how you found this place. “You truly never fail to amaze me, sweetie”

Sylus left the suitcase and decided to lift you up, twirling you around while you instinctively hold onto him and giggled. “Sy, put me down. I’ll get dizzy”

Sylus slowly lowered you and placed a lingering kiss on the side of your head, his large arms wrapped around your figure. “Thank you, sweetie. I look forward to see what you’ve planned for us but now, I’m starving. Can we order room service?”

You nodded and the both of you ordered some room service through the tab. In the meantime, each of you took turns to freshen up after the long drive.

By the time you were done freshening up, you saw Sylus made a fire in the wood burner and instantly made the place more warm and cozy. You also saw Sylus had already laid out the food that the two of you ordered for dinner.

You walked closer as Sylus stood up and wrapped a blanket around you, bringing you to the sofa where the two of you sat, ate, and watched some shows.

Sometime in between the shows, you slowly dozed off and fell asleep on Sylus’ shoulder. Chuckling. Sylus used his evol to clean up the leftovers while he carried you to bed and tucked you in before getting under the covers and pulled you close to him.

“Thank you, sweetie” Sylus gently placed a kiss on your forehead before going to sleep

Friday, April 18th

The first ray of sunshine peeks through the curtains, warming up the room and slowly waking you up from your slumber. Seeing you were in bed next to Sylus, you guessed that he must’ve carried you there.

It took a moment but you realised that the night has gone by and it was officially Sylus’ birthday. You snuggled closer at his figure which his hand instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer again.

“You’re up very early sweetie” Sylus mumbled

“I had a warm hugger to warm me up to sleep last night. Did you sleep ok, Sy?” you asked back and Sylus hummed, hugging you even closer. “Better than I have ever slept during the night. It’s a rare occurrence for me to sleep well at night but it help having a soft and warm kitten next to me” Sylus slowly opened his eyes and brushed his nose against mine

“Happy birthday, Sy” you breathed as Sylus caressed your cheek. “Thank you, sweetie”

“Come on, let’s get up, eat breakfast, I have the whole day planned out for us” you exclaimed and Sylus chuckled

The two of you ate the breakfast that was delivered and freshen up once more. You decided to wear a white dress with a denim green jacket over top and brown boots. Sylus on the other hand wore a white shirt underneath a pinkish-mauve coat with brown pants and brown boots. Sylus put on a broach and necklace on as well.

You took Sylus to the nearby safari where you both went around and saw some wild animals roaming freely in the large safari grounds. You even got the chance to pet some of the animals.

Hours went by and it was slowly getting closer to dawn. You then brought Sylus to the park that was within the perimeters of the hotel.

You held Sylus’ hand as you made your way to the spot where the staff had told you in advance. A picnic blanket was laid down below the maple tree with a picnic basket.

Sylus caught off guard for a moment suddenly brought out his gentle face as you pulled him down to sit by the tree while the two of you ate the food and drinks the staff prepared.

“So, what do you think? Away from the city and connecting with mother nature” you asked, laying your head on his lap while he played with your hair

“As long as it’s with you sweetie, I love it” Sylus kissed the tip of your hair

“Let’s taste the maple syrup from the maple tree! The staff already prepared it and we can even bring some home, the jar is here” you mentioned, getting up from Sylus’ lap

Hearing your excitement, Sylus chuckled and stood up, extending his hand to you which you took. Sylus slowly lifts you up so you can fill the jar with the maple syrup. Once both jars are filled, you decided to take a bit on your finger and had a little taste before looking at Sylus and gently smothering some on his lips.

Seeing him licking the syrup with his tongue, you couldn’t help but lean in and gently kissed his lips before pulling away. But before your face could pull away further, Sylus used his other hand to cup your face and pulled you to another kiss.

The sound of his kisses, the way he turned his head to match yours, his free hand gently stroking your hair down to your back before staying by your waist. It all made you hold him closer than before, feeling as if the two of you should always be with each other like magnets.

It was only when Sylus could feel you having trouble breathing did he pull away, tucking some hair that had fallen off and covered your face. Sylus gently lowered you but never letting go.

“I have one more thing for you” you breathed out, letting your hands fall off from his neck while Sylus unwillingly let his grip loosen

You went around the tree and opened the box by the bushes, lighting the candle and slowly made your way to Sylus who smiled that reached his eyes. His eyes that looked like they were filled with adoration, care, and love.

“Happy birthday, my beloved Sylus” you smiled back, extending the cake to him. It was a 3 layer cake with red chocolate flavored cream on it. You also added some gold feather toppers, a dragon and cat little figure on the center of the cake and some red flowers on each layer.

“I’m sorry it looks ugly. I tried my best to decorate it” you mentioned and Sylus gently held your hand that was under the cake, helping you lift the cake. “I love it, sweetie. This is the first time anyone has ever said happy birthday to me let alone celebrate it”

Hearing Sylus’ words, you felt a pang in your chest. It was true, before you, no one, not even the twins knew when Sylus’ birthday was. You were the first. The first to know his birthday, the first to officially said it to him, and the first to celebrate it with him.

You didn’t realise a tear slipped your eye until you felt Sylus’ gentle finger wiped it away. “No tears, sweetie. Don’t feel bad for me because I’ve already gotten the greatest gift I could’ve asked for. One that would make my birthday from here on out special” Sylus blew the candle, taking the cake from you as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him while he kissed your lips in a soft and gentle manner. “You. You are my greatest gift and I’d go through all those years alone if it meant that it will always be you”

You couldn’t help but feel your chest tighten, your heart beating faster than it already is. Your body moved on its own as one of your hand cupped his neck while the other cupped his cheek, caressing it softly. “And it’s the same with me. No one else. Just you, Sylus. Will always be you too” you both smiled as you shared one more kiss right as the sun sets.

[snifekinner]

love the idea of ice being more sensitive than the others❤️ but I bet if it got really bad, norway would comfort him🥺😔❤️

do you have more headcanons?💛

i have SO many headcanons bro the nordics have been my faves for getting on like 10yrs and i love the whale bros especially due to their emotional fuckwittery.

- while swe and den will tease ice in more normal ways which he can deal with, nor specialises in a kind of blunt, monotone, repetitive teasing which really pushes ice's buttons. like when i was 10 my older brother would use "cool" as a withering put down and you couldn't complain about it because out of context it didn't make sense why that was so annoying. as anyone with siblings will know, sometimes it's all in the tone and attitude.

- ice is more sensitive due to his age/comparative youth compared to the others/the whole volcano thing (easily riled up) so he does get tag teamed a lot but equally if den or nor are giving him a hard time one of the others is likely to join the fight on his side.

- swe doesn't tend to start shit but he can handle himself well if he gets pulled into it.

- den starts shit all the time, has no idea how to de-escalate or when to knock his shit off, and often cannot take what he dishes out.

- nor starts shit all the time as well although is better at making it look like someone else did and is fairly unflappable himself.

- ice starts shit without meaning to and then regrets it.

- fin doesn't start shit but is very good at finishing it. he gets ripped on a lot and is secure enough to take it, in the knowledge that he could beat any of their asses if he chose.

[95jezzica]

Smol Nordics ÒwÓ

Please feel free to take a moment to imagine the toddler Nordics and baby Iceland.

Picture Sweden as the youngest of the Nordics except for Iceland, but being treated as the oldest by humans and being told he "should know better" simply because he grew up tall, so fast. Simply because humans thought he LOOKED oldest. 😢

Imagine Iceland doing incoherent babbling and toddler Sweden answering back as if Iceland just gave the best idea/advice in history. 💖 xD

Norway and Denmark thinking Sweden sounds like an old man doing it. 😂 xD

Finland suspecting Sweden actually understood Iceland's baby-talk. 😂 xD

Imagine toddler Sweden's shy ass hiding behind a big rock, only his head sticking out, while glaring at humans passing by in an attempt to see what kind of people they are... and accidentally scaring the living daylights out of the humans when they suddenly see the glaring eyes stick out over the rock. 😂 xD

Then picture Norway having toddler moments where it looked like he was floating/flying around while "sitting", when in reality he just got special treatment and was carried around by his troll friend. 😂

Also, Nor's troll absolutely helped out with carrying Iceland at times before Nor/Den/Swe/Fin were big enough to carry Iceland themselves. 💖w💖

Once they were big enough to carry Iceland themselves, the most common fight between Norway and Denmark was who would get to carry Iceland - while Finland tried to act as the peacemaker. While they were busy fighting, Sweden usually just picked up Iceland and started walking away, knowing the rest would eventually realize they had been left behind and hurry after to catch up. 😂 xD

Iceland's own favorite people to be carried by were Sweden and Finland. Sweden because he was the tallest, and Finland because he was both the strongest and softest. 💝

Norway is the best fisher of the Nordics, Finland the best hunter and berry finder, Denmark the best camp-guard. Part of how Sweden eventually became the best builder is because he usually ended up staying behind to prepare their camp for the evening and baby-sit Iceland.

The Nordic Iceland turned to usually depended on what he needed that moment. He would always turn to Norway for food and good stories, Denmark when he had nightmares, Sweden for scraped knees and sweets, and Finland for general comfort and moments of less over-protectiveness.

As destined "baby brother" of the family Iceland got camp-duty with Sweden once he became a little older (to keep him out of danger), where Iceland mainly helped helping Sweden with things like feeding the fire/keeping an eye on the cooking or laying out their bedrolls for the night.

Norway always slept between Denmark and Sweden to avoid petty fights between the two. 😂 Finland usually climbed a tree and slept in it, feeling safer from wild animals in the oak- and fir trees.

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[doueverwonder]

Can I hear more about your OC's? Doesn't matter who, it can be any

YES YES YOU CAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

okokokokok so this is going to be SO disorginized but i'm gonna talk about my hre oc bc the only canon character i truly hate is hre i want to punt the child

her human name is Adelheid Dietrich but she regularly just goes by Heidi. Her first name means Nobility, and her last name means Ruler of the people; very fitting name for how much power she held in Europe for so long.

Her parents are Gaul and Germania, she very notably was never very close with her mother, and very close with her father until the the last few years of his life. (The Saxon wars, and Heimeric's own refusal to convert contributed to the deterioration in their relationship but that deserves it's own post) I don't have her exact year of birth pinned down yet, but sibling wise she is between Austria and Switzerland. Roderich being a few years older, and Aldrich being a few years younger. Heidi is only 1 of 2 girls in the family and was fiercely protective of Belgium, even as adults, if anything happened to Bel she would regularly blame herself for 'letting' it happen. She had decently rocky relationships with most of her siblings, but would get in screaming matches with Denmark over the most insignificant things. Reasonably bitter because she did end up substitute mom for about half her younger siblings, specifically Netherlands, Belgium & England. And she should not have had to do that. Eldest Daughter Syndrome(TM) personified. Would get into an argument with Dan, Nor, and Swe not long after their father died that would consist of "Everything i've done to keep our family together and this is how you thank me? 'No'? Just because you don't want to? Do you know all i've given up? I didn't get a childhood. But it's fine. Do what you want." v much a The things she said weren't right, but the emotions she was having were definitely there.

She was terrified of death. Just from the moment she gained consciousness she couldn't think of anything worse then running out of time. And tbh that's probably what drew her to Christianity, and kept her there, the idea that death wouldn't be the end, and it would be a happy after. John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, so that everyone who believes in him might not perish but have eternal life" She's sold before the missionary can say anything else. That didn't stop her from being independent to a fault, which is where Lutheranism came into play; she was tired of being under Vatican's thumb (for lack of better term) so the moment the Reformation came around she was on board with that too. But all of that isn't to say she didn't have a complicated relationship with religion especially after a relationship--that i'll get to in a minute--constantly held it over her head as the whole reasoning for why she shouldn't do certain things; and it always worked because nothing scared her more than the idea that doing something would send her to Hell.

Anyway on romantic relationships; she was super queer. Would probably identify as bisexual in the year of our Lord 2023. She only ever had 2 notably relationships with other personifications; the first was with Czechia. It was very secretive, they were young, and dumb, and swore they would love no one but each other. (I actually wrote a little thing about them here). It somewhat obviously did not work out, because Heidi was scared of someone finding out about them, and after almost a century of being together she thought someone was getting to close to figuring it out; Adéla tried to insist it would be fine. Heidi panicked came up with a plan, and got Adéla to agree to it without telling her what it was. Within a couple months not a single person thought Adéla and Heidi were together... no they were too busy talking about how Clemens (Vatican) had supposedly broken his chastity vow and 'you'll never believe who for.' That was the end of her relationship with Czechia; it wasn't supposed to be. But it was.

Her second one was also a 'secret' but everyone knew about it. (so side note on my Vatican oc; remember he was born to represent West Rome and his land claim diminished as his children came along. Until eventually he picked up the title of the papal states then Vatican/Holy See). They met long before their 'romantic' relationship started, when Germania brought his at the time only daughter along to Rome and Vatican decided he just had to have her, and the sons of Rome usually get what they want. When they were very young they had a psuedo-relationship that really just happened because it was the first time they thought someone was cute and the other person thought the same. When she slept with him to cover her and Adéla's tracks, it was calculated. She had to have proof, and she had to have one or two people who she knew would talk have an inkling that it happened so rumors would start. What she didn't count on was him still having some of those feelings from hundreds of years earlier, she assumed he'd moved on completely. His children had to have come from somewhere. But now that Czechia didn't want anything to do with her she thought 'fuck it' and went along with a relationship that she didn't really want, but by now wasn't going to refuse either. And they would just stay that way, off and on, usually just sleeping with each other not much actual substance, but not so little that either would leave. They were just Stuck.

Jumping forward a bit to her death, she and Germany had a little less than a month overlap. He was born July 12th, 1806; and she died August 6th, 1806. She was already very sick when he was born, but asked to see him every day without fail. Austria told her eventually that he was sending Germany to live with Prussia, deemed he would be safer anywhere but Vienna. She argued with him over that, for a long time; insisted she wouldn't trust Brandenburg or Prussia to rear a child if they were some of the last people on earth. Austria got fed up, told her Germany was his son and he would do whatever he wanted with him. She argued back Germany was her heir, and she believed her heir should be raised in Vienna, not Königsburg, not Berlin, not Potsdam, Vienna. The argument stood until her death two weeks later, Austria to this day wishes he hadn't told her.

Everyone in the house knew about Heidi's fear, there wasn't a single person in Europe that didn't know about it. They all waited for something to register, for it to kick in that she more than likely wouldn't be making it another month, much less another year. But it never did, August 1st she got better, and for a solid two days she was even out of bed; it was during this Austria and Prussia caught her giving Germany a little speech.

"Now, you'll be taking over my job. I'm not promising it's an easy one because it isn't. The ones under you are insane, every last one, constantly fighting and they're changing all the time; every time you turn around someone new will have shown up, or someone else will have disappeared. I hope not too many disappear on you, but eventually you get used to it, and not in a sad way, in a "maybe they're off living their own life without the responsibility of thousands of peoples lives now". Unfortunately the annoying ones stick around the longest, your father is one, your uncle Gilbert is another. Saxony, Bavaria, Hesse, Brandenburg etc.. you'll have to get used to them, I don't think they're going anywhere. I know your parents are worried for you right now, but I'm sure it's completely unfounded and they're just dramatic. You'll be just fine... I wish I could stay to watch you grow up, i'm sure you'll be in charge of this whole continent eventually. You have to promise you'll make your family talk about me, don't let them be too sad about it, I want to be known as the interesting aunt not the one who died when you were a baby. Can you promise me that Ludwig?"

after those two days she got bad again though, worse than she was initially, and three days later she passed away. The moment they were waiting for never came, she didn't seem scared about the end; she put in her will someone has to make sure whoever killed her knew that she wasn't scared.

[pyrrhocorax]

don't even know if you are interested in this or even know about 'söta bror' but it would be awesome to see a fanfiction of brotherly norway and sweden written in your style🫶🏻 (if you didn't know; söta bror is what norwegians and swedes call each other irl, it means 'sweet brother'! ❤️)

Oh their relatioship is definitely something I plan on getting into in House Sorrows!!!!!! I really like Nor/Swe's relationship (and I think söta bror as a phrase is cute) and I particularly like my personal interpretation of it, too. The fact I only really dedicated to one chapter of SOS to their dynamic is kind of a shame, but it made sense in the context of that story I think. In another life in the very early days of fandom, I actually wrote a story that was Nor-centric and pretty Nor-Swe platonic centric too. I have considered re-writing it to be more consistent with ideas I have now (as I wrote it as a 17/18 year old and I am almost double that age now, and have grown and changed as a person!) because I do think some of the imagery and ideas I played with were interesting.

[ifindus]

FINDUS!!! Okay, so you know how we've discussed how Norwegians have surnames more based on where they are from rather than "[name]'s son" like Sweden (& Denmark) used to have? Anyway, I suddenly got ENLIGHTENED with an idea recently about that: Nordbror. What if that's what (accidentally) ended up as Nor/Den/Swe's (and Ice's) surname? It highlights both the fact that they're from the North, but also their relationship with each other (brother) - a mix from all of them. OwO . Bonus: Inside joke about "söte/søte bror". xD . - What do you think? OwO . Idk why, but my brain is really starting to gets stuck on that name now. xD

okay I love that as a play on "søta bror" actually 🥺🥺

Unsure about how it would work as a surname though? It's the "bror" that's throwing me off I think 🤔

[fireandspiceland]

Do you have any Nyo Sufin Hc's of Nyo Nordic polycule hc's ?

That's such a good question actually, I don't think about the nyos a lot in general but somehow I really enjoy the idea of a nyo nordic polycule so thanks for stimulating my brain I guess :D

I think sweden is the only nordic with a canon design (tall, glasses, long straight blond hair, no as 'scary' looking as her male counterpart) so that's the look I imagine for her. I hc nyo finland as short and chubby, somewhat round and soft with shoulder-long blond hair and rosy cheeks, very cottage core if that makes sense.

They are opposites in many ways, but they both share their love for the simple things in live. Homemade food (especially pastries!), long evenings with each other and their girlfriends, a little house of their own with a garden to grow vegetables and fruit and flowers. I feel like this sounds very cliché but that's definitely what I hc for them <3

Since you sent this to my nsfw blog I guess I should also talk about how else they spend their evenings and that being said I think the girls are a lot softer but in no way less creative than the boys. Naturally they own a couple of toys (and the collection qudruples when they move in together with nyo den and nyo nor) and one of nyo fin's favourite evening activities is teasing nyo sweden by having her kneel in front of her and rubbing a wand all over her pussy and lips and clit just to pull it away when she's getting too close. Nyo sweden makes the prettiest noises, so who is nyo fin to blame. Also this position is perfect for her to grind against her partner and to play with nyo sweden's sensitive nipples. Usually nyo fin is the more dominant part in their relationship, but sometimes she also likes to slacken the reins and let nyo swe worship every last nook and cranny of her body until nyo swe's lips linger between her legs, licking and sucking and maybe even using a finger or two to fuck nyo fin until she cums with nothing but praise for her girlfriend on her lips <333

It's either that or nyo fin pegging nyo swe into absolute oblivion.

[deansbxtch]

Game Night

Pairing: Dean x reader

Prompts: Dean Winchester (Monday), Best Friends to Lovers (Tuesday), Game Night (Friday) & There’s only one bed (Saturday) - this was written for @negans-lucille-tblr ‘s 7k Writing Challenge

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: fluff, talk about some injuries (nothing graphic)

Summary: The reader and Deans game night takes place in a different setting and reveals some secrets.

A/n: This fic isn’t betaed, all mistakes are my own. I’d be very happy about any kind of feedback, I’m still new to writing and most of the time I don’t have an idea what I’m doing if I’m honest.

Baby was parked safely in the only open parking spot of the slightly run-down motel. Normally you and the boys would drive back to the bunker after each hunt, the comfort of having a home and sleeping in your beds is a million times better than sleeping in all the motels.

But not this time, a simple salt and burn hunt turned out to be more complicated than originally thought. The ghost was mad, beyond mad and he wasn’t alone, bringing his friends to the party in the dark cemetery wasn’t the plan.

You and Dean still managed to burn the bones of the old mass grave and get out of there alive. Alive, but injured. Your shoulder was still throbbing, your arms littered with bruises and little scratches from the rose bushes and trees. The cut on your hip stopped bleeding during the short ride in Baby.

“They only had one room left,” said Dean when he joined you in the driving lot, “I wasn’t in the mood to argue with the receptionist, not after this hunt.” His voice sounded defeated, the hunt took a damper on his happy mood.

“That’s okay, let’s just go to sleep and forget about today,” you replied, trying to take one of the bags you’ve stored in the truck of Baby for emergency overnight stays like now.

“Let me take this, sweetheart,” Dean said before grabbing the duffel bag and closing the truck of his beloved car again, “you’re still hurt.”

Normally you would’ve argued with the older Winchester brother, you weren’t the only one who’s injured, at least not this time.

Dean had his fair share of bruises and bumps from this hunt, one of the ghosts thought it'd be a good idea to throw the hunter around, he clearly didn’t know that this would just anger him even more.

It wasn’t that much of a surprise to you nor Dean when you opened the motel room to only see one bed. It wouldn’t be the first time you’re forced to share a bed with Dean.

You slowly opened up the buttons of your plaid shirt, being careful when you came close to the area of the deeper cut. You could faintly make out a patch of dried blood on the navy-colored shirt you had underneath.

Trying to peel off the shirt was more painful than you thought I’d be, your muscles hurting and screaming in pain to stop moving, the area around the cut was sticky with blood and clinging painfully to the shirt.

Dean turned around when he heard your grunts of pain, his eyes immediately falling just above your hip where the cut was.

“Do you need help? The cut doesn’t look that good,” he said, “I think it will be better if I help you.”

You just nodded, not trusting your voice at this moment. Dean slowly began to move the shirt over your head, carefully not to hurt you in any way.

He carefully puts his hands on your waist, avoiding all the bruises and the cut.

“Do you want me to help to bandage you up? You can take the shower after that,” Dean said, already moving away to get the small first aid kit.

He carefully cleaned the cut, stopping when you quietly hissed at the sharp pain. His movements are light, trying to avoid any spots that might hurt you even more.

“There you go.”

“Go take a shower,” you said to Dean, “you’re dirtier than I am and I can wait a few minutes,” you said, knowing that if you’ll take the shower first Dean would need to wait a bit longer this time.

“I promise you, I won’t die till then,” you said, trying to joke around a bit.

“Thank you for patching me up, De.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he said softly, “I promise I won’t take too long in the shower or use all the hot water.”

Dean kept his promise, he didn’t take long to shower and get ready for the night.

“The shower’s all yours, y/n,” Dean said when he left the bathroom.

You went into the bathroom, taking your time to let the last bits of warm water wash over your dirty skin and to clean the smaller cuts. When you came out, changed into a way to big shirt and some shorts, you spotted Dean sitting in the bed, leaning against the headboard and mixing some cards.

“You know what day today is?” Deans asked, watching you moving around in the small motel room. “It’s Friday, that means game night unless you’re too tired for it,” Dean said.

“Sure, why not,” you replied, your voice sounding tired from the long and exhausting day. “Not sure how long I’ll be able to stay awake.”

Dean smiled softly at you, not expecting you to stay up way too late, after all, it was already after 10 pm and both of you were tired as hell.

The game night, however, has been a tradition between you and Dean since you joined them permanently a few months ago and moved into the bunker. Normally it’s just you and Dean who’s playing, it doesn’t matter if it’s in a motel room like now or the safety of one of your rooms in the bunker. On occasion, Sam would join the both of you for some rounds of cards or a round of The Game of Life.

“Where did you get the cards from?” You asked, not recognizing the cover, it wasn’t one from the bunker.

“It was in the nightstand, you remember the game we played in Arizona a few months ago? The one we brought in the store since we forgot to pack one?” He asked you, “it’s the same one, just an older version by the looks of it.” The color of the cards he showed you already faint, to just make it even harder to see the difference between blue and green.

“Alright,” you said, clapping with your hands, “lets the games begin!” You chuckled.

You and Dean played a few rounds, joking around while playing, trying to forget about the past few hours.

“Let’s go to sleep,” you said, yawning shortly after.

It didn’t take long to pack the few cards away, storing the old game of UNO back into the nightstand.

“You okay with me cuddling you,” asked Dean. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to cuddle together, either when you shared motel beds or while sharing the couch during a movie in the Dean cave.

He probably asked because of your hip, not wanting to hurt you even more.

“Yes Dean, you can cuddle me. In fact, I wouldn’t mind a good cuddle session with my best friend to round up this wonderful evening after this terrible day,” you replied, already laying down on one side of the bed.

His arms moving around you, avoid the part of your hip where the cut and bandage is. His huge and warm hand resting comfortably on your stomach, his thump drawing small circles. His warm breaths fanning over the back of your neck.

“Good night Dean,” you said, voice already tired. “Good night sweetheart.”

It’s been a few minutes since you said good night to Dean, you were close to falling asleep when you felt him move behind you. He pulled you close to his body, his head resting in the crook of your neck when you felt his lips placed a soft kiss on your neck.

“You can never know this sweetheart, but I love you. I love you so damn much. But I know, I know that you won’t feel the same and that I’ll ruin this, ruin our friendship if I say a thing about it or let it show. Did you know that I love moments like these? When we cuddle together and you’re asleep. I can talk as much as I want, not worrying about you hearing me.”

Part 2

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[conspirasee7]

This is going to be my first post and a Tumblr exclusive. At lease for now 😭. I plan on uploading it to WattPad once I’m done.

⚠️Warning⚠️: This will be a gay erotic short story primarily about sniffing, manly scents and underwear fetish. This is NSFW. If sniffing/scents/gas is not in your lane this is not the story for you.

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Ca$h Pig

By: ᥴꪮꪀᦓρ꠸᥅ꪖᦓꫀꫀ

Ca$h Pig • Also known as financial domination, a pay pig is a submissive person who gets sexual gratification from being financially exploited.

I quickly grabbed my phone out to snap a pic of this niggas ass. I had seen him all the time but had no idea what his name was. I assumed he was from around here because he knew a number of people I was familiar with. I don’t remember him from school, church (not that I go to church 😭), social media, nothing. Who was this stranger?

Ima keep it a bean (keep it real) with you I’m not attracted to dudes, nor have I ever wanted to smash one. Pussy was constantly being throw at me so I didn’t have time to focus on niggas too. Despite not physically being attracted to dudes there was one aspect that I couldn’t escape. It constantly waived its finger at me, calling me when no one was around.

*Daydream Segue*

Me: ......

Booty:

*Back to the Present*

So I know I said I didn’t like dudes which I definitely don’t... But a mans ass is another story. Is it possible to only be attracted to a booty? An ass was an ass to me whether on a man or a woman. However it was something about a mans ass.

As I approached him I felt my dick trying to slowly unzip my pants. It wanted so badly to break free and just bust all over his back while he taunted me with his unwashed hole. Not that I assumed it was dirty but I was hoping it wasn’t fresh out the shower.

“I would pay anything to put my face in it.”

I found myself saying in a low tone. But wtf did I mean by that? Pay a nigga to sniff his ass? What I look like? I get offers from niggas all the time. Why would I need to pay one to sniff his ass? Sad thing is I really would pay just to sniff it. I just want to smell the gap where his butt meets his jeans sooooo bad 😩. Dam I’m a nasty ass mf!!!

I don’t know what I needed to do to get it but I needed to smell this niggas ass. It needed to happen today. The next time I nutted I wanted it to be with a face full of his ass. I won’t have it any other way. I didn’t know shit about this man but I knew I needed to know one thing. I needed to know what his ass smelled like once his cheeks were opened 👃🏽.

Before I got a chance to figure out a game plan my lips betrayed me.

“Excuse me?” Wtf was I doing and wtf was I about to say? I could hear myself screaming at my inner voice!!!

Stranger: “What’s good?” *turns around*

Now again I’d just like to repeat I am not attracted to dudes AT ALL!!! But goooooood daaaaaaaaaaaamm!! When this nigga turned around he was finer than a mf. Like fine fine. I had to calm myself down for a second so I could take in all his features. I paused to take a moment to acknowledge how gay that just sounded and how I didn’t like it honestly. I’ll have more time to think about that later though.

I guess since I be minding my own business all the time I never really checked dude out. When he turned around he was about 6’4, 220lbs of solid ass muscle, hazel eyes, pretty pink lips and gorgeous white teeth. The man was almost perfect. I say almost because it just had to be something wrong with him. He had to be unemployed, living with his mama, got 12,000 kids or something 😭. Literally no one should be that perfect. Shit weird lol.

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“😳..... Oh I feel you. My bad.”

There has to be a word that goes beyond embarrassed because I was experiencing it right now times infinity. My face began to get hot, my mouth started drying up. My hands started sweating. “Oh god oh god oh god... what have I done?” I knew this shit was a bad idea. Do I just walk away orrrrrr?????? Yea ima just do that. I nodded my head and began to walk away and all of a sudden I hear him bust out laughing

Stranger: “😂🤣🤣🤣... I’m just fucking wit you! You better not be smoking on no Reggie (low quality weed). Where we scrolling up (rolling up) at?”

“🥴”

I let out a loud internal sigh of relief. My heart slowly began transcending back into my chest and I was now able to breath again. To keep it real that response had me second guessing myself. If that’s how I felt over that little situation imagine what hearing no to my real question would feel like. I would literally never come here again which sucked because it was my favorite gas station in the city. They had the cheapest gas, it was central to everything and I’ve been coming here since I was a kid. Should I really be doing this? Maybe I’ll just leave it at smoking and just sniff that picture of his ass I took earlier and bust a nut 🥴. Nothing about that plan sounded appealing. I wanted some ass on my face. End of discussion. I was doing this!

Like I said I’ve been coming here since I was a kid so I know everything about this place. I’ve smoked in this parking lot numerous times so I was aware this was a safe place. Hell he was standing outside smoking and no one was bothering him.

“We can go smoke in my whip it’s right over there.”

I pointed to my car which was around the corner in a discreet spot.

I call it my spot because I’m the only person I ever see park in it. I’ve been smoking in this spot well before I was even able to buy a wrap to roll the weed in. It seemed like the perfect place to do what I was trying to do I thought devilishly to myself.

We walked over to my car and I could see him admiring my BMW. He didn’t say it out loud but it was written all over the expression on his face. Almost saw a light turn on in his head. Not really sure what that light meant but we gone look further into it.

We both hopped in the car, I turned it on so I could turn on the radio. I put on EST Gee, MoneyBagg Yo- Special Remix.

I reached for the glove compartment because that’s where my weed was stashed. My elbow was now slightly between his legs causing it to graze his knee almost resting there. Oddly enough he didn’t move nor did his facial expression change. Was I pushing his limits or trying my luck? Probably a little of both 😈.

We both reclined our chairs a little and started bopping our heads to the music. I stared at him out the corner of my eye and noticed he already had a blunt rolled up in his ear. “Oh this nigga came prepared.” I thought to myself. The universe must have known of my devious plan before I did.

“I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name? I probably should’ve asked that’s before we got to this point 😅.”

Stranger: “Probably huh? Yea you was too busy trying to take pictures of my ass to worry about my name.”

I blinked a few times to take in the scenery because I was suddenly unaware of my surroundings. I looked up and it all I could see was a hard dirty black surface. I ran my fingers across it to confirm my suspicions. I was now underneath my car. My body had fused through the seat, then the floor and I was now on the ground. “Did he really see that?” I started biting my nails nervously in my head.

He finished rolling up and hit the Blunt. He hit is a few times and then passed it to me looking me directly in my eyes setting my whole body on fire. I had to look away before grabbing the blunt. His eyes were indescribable. He had the kind of eyes you could only look into for a few seconds before blushing. What I look like blushing? Especially over some nigga.

Rock: “And to answer your questions my name is Rock.”

“ROCK 😳......” Uhhhhhhhh I’m really hoping he doesn’t mean ROCK as in ROCK from 5th and Landry. ROCK who shoots first and asks questions later. ROCK who only had to snap his finger and you’d disappear. Wtf did I just do? I fucked up real bad. I’m way closer to him than I feel comfortable being. Did he get in the car so no one would hear me screaming. Everything in my body was telling me to run. How do I get out of this? I have to get him out my car. I was about to do the dumbest shit ever. I could have just got my life ended.

“Rock from 5th?”

Rock: “You’ve heard of me.” He asked with this sexy ass grin on knowing dam well I heard of him. Shit who hasn’t?

“Uhhhhh.... yes I have. I think just about everyone around here has 😅”

I took a few more pulls then passed it back to him. He did the same as music blared on in the background and the air filled with good gas.

Rock: “Word... so then you know what I’ll do to you.”

All of a sudden the air was cut with a serious tone. His tone of voice cut a perfect line of view so I could now see his face through all the smoke. I felt my body getting heavy again. “Dam I knew this was going to happen. This nigga was going to kill me and probably take my whip 🤣.” It wasn’t funny but it was a funny way to die I laughed to myself. Shit if I’m going to die may as well try and smell this nigga booty. I’ve gotten this far. I’m dead either either way. I don’t have anything to loose at this point.

“.......... Yes I am well aware but you gone have to fuck me up because this ain’t gone be no easy win!” I say jokingly trying to cut the tension that was sitting on my dashboard staring at my with its legs crossed. When I looked up trying to read his face again it was evident he was not enthused.

Rock: “I must look like joke to you.” He says plainly as he passed me back the blunt.

Somehow I got the feeling I was treading on thin Ice. I don’t know how we got here though. Was it because I didn’t address that comment he made earlier? Wtf was I supposed to say?

“My bad did I do something?” I asked really wanting to know what caused the sudden mood change as he lit the second blunt.

Rock: “Yea why were you taking pictures of my ass? & what question did you want to ask me?”

“😰”

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“I..... uhhhhh.... because...”

Rock: “I uhh... Spit it out nigga!”

“......”

Rock: “Let’s take this one question at a time and this going to be the last time I ask.”

I see him reach down into his sock and pull out a 380 and placed it on his lap.

Rock: “Maybe this will give you a little motivation. Now why were you taking pics of my ass?”

The truth shall set you free was all I could think to myself. I tried to think of any lie that was better than the truth but I couldn’t think of anything so here goes nothing.

“I’m not gay but if I can say this without getting shot....It was out...I couldn’t help myself.”

Rock: “So you just going around stealing pictures of people?” He asked while shifting the gun in his lap leaving his hand on the trigger.

“Rock my bad frfr if you saw it from the WHOLE worlds POV you’d understand. That ass is enough to make any straight man look twice.”

Although I meant every word I didn’t mean to be so frank I was just trying to insinuate.

Rock: “.........”

“😵.” I think I’ve died at least 3 times during this conversation. This time making 4.

Rock: “And your question?”

“Well......I was wondering.....If.”

I could hear the gun shifting around again causing the words to get stuck in my throat again.

Rock: “You know how I feel about that stuttering shit.”

*Takes a deep ass breath sucking up all the oxygen the wasn’t being used in the car*

“I really wanted to smoke. You seemed cool. I’ve seen you before and I really don’t like rolling those leaves. I know how to roll them but I don’t like to.”

Rock: *Puts gun to my head* “Quit fuckin playing with me before you don’t make it back home tonight.”

“🤐”

Rock: “Now what was your real question?” He asked moving the gun so it was now touching my head.

“Ok Rock I’m sorry....You’re right... my real question was.......was.......”

Oh no I found myself stuttering as Rock pushed the gun further into my head. I wasn’t ready to die so I did what anyone would have done... I blurted out the truth.

“I WOULD PAY ANYTHING TO PUT MY FACE IN YOUR ASS. I WANT NOTHING MORE THAN TO KNOW WHAT IT SMELLS LIKE RIGHT THIS SECOND!”

Without saying another word with the blunt still in his hand smoking it he took another pull not breaking his gaze once. He takes another pull and it was so quiet I could hear the sound of is breath going in and out.”

Rock: “Get out the car.”

Good this is my perfect chance to ru-

Rock: “And don’t even think about running nowhere unless you want to find yourself shot in the back of the knee.”

My heart was back in my throat. I wish he would just shoot me. If he didn’t I was going to die from asphyxiation. I opened my door and stood outside the car awaiting further instruction from my killer. “I couldn’t leave well enough alone could I?” I thought to myself.

He got out the car and told me to open my door. I did as he told me to while he walked around the car standing right in front of me.

Rock: “You know I’ve made niggas disappear for way less than this right? What’s stopping me from clapping (killing) you right now?”

“Don’t you at least want my money first?” I cowardly asked in attempts to add a few minutes to my life.

Rock: “I was going to get that anyway. That’s all you got?” He asked seriously wondering if that’s all I had to barter for my life.

“Rock I-“

Rock: “Hush all the noise. You not saying shit.” He says with distain while pointing the gun back to my head. “Gimme your wallet.”

I reached on the door grabbing my wallet and handing it over to him without any questions. He rummaged through it leaving behind the cards and only taking the cash. It was about $120 in 20’s then threw it at me causing it to hit the ground.

Rock: “Pick that shit up”

As I reached down to retrieve my wallet I hear the gun right next to my ear.

Rock: “Get down on your knees you butt sniffing weirdo.”

I kneeled down and made sure not to make any eye contact. The last thing I wanted to do was upset the man with a gun pointed at my face.

Rock: “Take out your phone and open up your cash app.”

No use in telling him I didn’t have cash app because who tf didn’t have cash app? I was afraid to lie anyway. I needed all the time I could get left on this earth.

Rock: “Type in $Rockdagodd.” As you’ve already guessed I did exactly what I was told. “Send $40 and you say yes sir after I tell you to do something.”

“YES SIR!”

Rock turned his back to me and stood there for a few moments. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying the view. If I’m going to be shot at least I had this opportunity. I was going to die a happy man 😭.

Rock: “You also gone have to buy my silence pussy. Send another $40.”

Like clockwork I sent another $40.

Rock: “I should drain your bank account right now. Instead of playing this little game.”

Little did he know this game had my dick at full attention. I don’t know if it was the gun, the way he was talking to me, the fact that I was this close to his ass or how he is taking all my money 🤤. I couldn’t get my thoughts straight enough to figure out which one it was. What was even more puzzling is why him stealing my money with a gun to my head was turning me tf on. I was inches away from that gap in his jeans that so desperately wanted my nose to be in.

Rock: “Give me your phone.”

I heard his cash app go off again. He just sent himself more money. Dam was he going to really clean me out?

Before I could gather my thoughts I was being suffocated. Everything went black, I couldn’t move my head and any attempts to scream were being muffled. As I started to come to I realized I couldn’t breath because Rocks ass was on my face.

Rock: “Catch your breath nigga. That’s gone be $20.” I hear his cash app go off again. “Get out my way soft ass nigga.” Then he mushes me in the head causing me to fall into the door. “You not done yet.” He says before handing me back my phone while making his way to my driver seat.

He then pulls his pants down a little more fully exposing those perfect cakes. I was so confused by him sitting on my face the first time I didn’t really get a chance take in the scent. I was too busy fighting for my life. I could only do one thing at a time but this time I was going to take it all in.

Rock: “Send me my $20.”

*Ding* His cash app went off again

Rock: “Now come smell this ass nigga.”

I dove in head first like an Olympic diver with perfect form. My nose hit its target and I inhaled as deeply as my lungs would allow taking in Rocks scent. Right when all my senses were connecting and I had his ass smell in the tip of my nose he pushed me back with extreme force.

Rock: “Have you had enough you nasty mf?”

“NO SIR”

Rock: “Send me my money then.”

*Ding*

He snatched my head forcing my face back into his hole.

“👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽🥴👃🏽👃🏽😋🤤”

He slung my head back out of his ass again.

Rock: “What does my hole smell like? And before you answer send me $10.”

*DING*

I couldn’t wait to answer him.

“It smells like ass sir. It actually doesn’t stink at all. It smells like dove with a little ass at the end of it.”

Rock: “And you like that don’t you you butt sniffing ass nigga?”

“YES SIR!”

Rock: “I got shit to do so we gone have to hurry this shit up.”

“Can I beat my dick so I can cum please sir?”

Rock: “Hell no... but you can pull your pants down. No touching yourself. Gay ass nigga.”

As instructed I took my pants down and fought the urge to empty my sack all over my car. I don’t even know if I needed to touch myself. I felt like I could bust at any moment.

Rock: “Send me $100.”

$100???? Was this nigga serious? Of course I sent it but I didn’t want to but how do you tell someone with a gun no? Once he heard his phone ding he pulled his underwear down and grabbed my head again only this time with the other hand he held one of his cheeks open. I didn’t even have a chance to get excited because I was too busy releasing a tornado of sniffs.

“👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽..👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽....👃🏽👃🏽”

I rubbed my nose from the top of the crack to the bottom. I went from the left cheek to the right cheek. I sniffed his goochie (the space between his hole and balls), his nutsack & his dick. Shit I just paid $100 I was going to smell all of him. If I could get my nose inside his hole I would.

It was like he could feel my sniffs getting more aggressive so he did the unthinkable. He pulled my face in deeper into his hole so my lips were now face to face with his hole bumping skin. Then he pushed his hole out giving me momentary access to the inside of his hole. I looked up over his shoulders and saw him watching me and gives me a quick nod. Was that like a “go ahead” to the question I wouldn’t dare ask. I wasn’t going to waste time trying to figure it out. I just went for it.

I stuck my tongue in his hole as deep as I could go. Although I knew my tongues had reached the deepest depths it could go it didn’t stop me from trying to stick my tonight on further.

Rock: *Lets out soft moan* “Yea eat up I knew your nasty ass was hungry.” With that he turned around standing up exposing a hard dick. “Stick your tongue out you ass chewing mf.”

With that he jerked his dick a few times and shot 1,2,3,4,5,6 flows or nut all over my face narrowly avoiding my left eye. I looked down to see I had nutted as well without touching myself like Sir Rock told me to.

Rock: “Send me $20.”

Although I had come down off my sexual high I sent him one last $20. He Wrapped his hands around my throat standing me up and getting really close to my ear.

Rock: “You ever lick my ass again without permission you’ll be staring down the barrel of my gun mf.”

He then gets within inches of my lips as if we were about to kiss. I saw stars, I heard a marching band and my dick started standing up again since he didn’t allow me to pull my pants up. I don’t know why I wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now.

He mushed me in my face leaving me sitting in both of our cum looking stupid regretting the fact that I didn’t get that kiss 🙄. He walked away pulling his pants back up right under his ass cheeks. He’s probably going back to the front to stop more people dead in their tracks so he can take all their money. I wonder how many times he’s done this?

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So this story took a violent twist 😅. I had no idea Rock had such a violent streak.

As previously mentioned this is a tumble exclusive I hope you guys enjoyed.

I’m so annoyed when I started this story I used a different video, typed up 2 chapters and the shot never saved 🙄. This story is the outcome but honestly I’m really pleased!

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After the End

Day 7 of LonelyEyes Week 2021

prompt: Afterlife

This is not what Jonah was expecting death to be like. Read on AO3 here

Jonah clutched at the rapidly spreading bloodstain on his shirt. His vision grew dark as his Archivist clutched at his own partner. Frustration bubbled up in him, almost reaching the same level as his all-consuming fear, he had almost had it, almost managed to live forever, as magnificent as the past few (months?) undeterminable amount of time had been.

The fear flickered and faded as everything finally went black.

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“J- … -ias?”

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“I swe- … -ver this quie- … -ke up!”

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“Jonah!”

He woke up with a start.

He wasn’t in his beloved Panopticon. Nor was he in the pits of hell as he had been told many times would be his fate upon death. Nor was he in an endless expanse of darkness that the End would promise.

He was laid out on a sofa, soft and worn, familiar but not recently so. He’d been here before.

It must have been their third marriage, a small estate somewhere up north where they had spent their honeymoon in semi-isolation, one of their more affectionate marriages.

A dead man loomed over him, his usual placid smile replaced by one of soft honesty. Not that Jonah could judge, he was pretty sure he was a dead man too.

“Hello Jonah, its been too long hasn’t it?”

“Peter?”

“Yup.”

“But you were dead. I watched you die there on that forsaken beach. What are doing here? What the hell am I doing here?!” Jonah became frantic, checking over a body that hadn’t belonged to him in so very long.

“Well… yes you are dead and yes so am I, thanks for not stopping your Archivist or anything, though after Gertrude I really should have guessed on that one. I will admit, I didn’t recognise you at first, but there's a painting of you in the study at Moorland House, only the eyes had been painted over long before I ever saw it. Not how you expected death to be like?”

“... No. This is… nicer than I was expecting.”

Peter laughed, a deep sound that Jonah had missed.

“Glad to know you enjoy my presence, I wasn’t sure how you would respond after the past few years of our relationship.”

Jonah let Peter pull him up and into his arms, perhaps their first actual embrace.

He had pushed away so many for so long. He had missed the simple affection of friendship and love without the constraints of his patron, of his plans and schemes.

Peter was warm like this, warmer than he ever had been in life and Jonah was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Usually he was the one calming Peter down, he had no idea what to do on the other side. Peter pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“In life I wished for nothing more than to be alone, but death gives you a new perspective as I am sure you have noticed. Stay here with me. Maybe we will finally have a chance to see what love is really like.”

Jonah sat, quietly enjoying his husband’s presence. This would be something wholly new and he hadn’t had anything this new in so very long. It wouldn’t hurt, surely.

Maybe, just maybe, they could make this work.

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Alt-talia Compilation: A Collection Of Shorts

For @aphrarepairweek2020

Okay... so I’m cheating again. So this is yet another post where I repost prompt fills from my fanfiction.net profile. But I really wanted to get stuff out for one of these pairs but couldn’t come up with anything.

This is yet another one for Free Prompt; none of the prompts matched.

I swear I wanted to get something for Music... maybe next time. I do want to release a set of new Hetalia Emblem supports before the event is truly over though!

Most of these are platonic except for LitBel and Phil -> Kor. Though one of these pairs, one of my BrOTPs in fact, Turkey and South Korea, literally has zero content. I really like the idea of them as friends, and while the prompt here may not be entirely historically accurate right now, it does have basis in historical and modern fact. I like to dub this duo KimchiKebab; it’s a catchy name if you ask me. Also, for once, I’m using non-canon countries! Here we have Serbia and Montenegro of Yugotalia fame and Brazil and Argentina of Latin Hetalia, though I’m not sure if I’m using those exact designs.

But Augh I would have liked to post more actual ships... (I’ve been planning on writing Rome x Ancient Greece for a long time now but that has never materialized, i would have liked writing more fluffy LitBel, maybe show Poland and Ukraine’s marriage before it went up in flames, written this Den -> Fem!Nor <- Swe fic I’ve had the idea for a while now, actually finish BBDR, some Fem!EngPort...) but alas, University happens.

I really hope I can get those supports done soon...

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KB9uLm9NSAvTosnAl_HcAa6jdMajdaL4uCyj1ZCfuWg

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Hell yeah, what an ask game! >:D Okay: Pr/UK, Swe/Nor, Spa/Bel, US/Liet, Scotlad/Belarus.

Alright, lemme see - Pr/UK: England almost killed Prussia with his cooking and then vowed he would make him appreciate his cooking skills? Like? Hello? Also, you don’t invite someone to lunch when you already know for centuries you are a danger at the stoves. Then do you really want to put together probably the most military-focused nation with Mr “I-created-the-larger-empire-ever”?  Swe/Nor: Norway was basically used as bargaining chip in the disputes concerning Russia, Denmark and Finland. Next Spa/Bel: Belgium was a maid for a period under Spain rules, which reinforces the stereotypical and male-fantasy idea of the woman who must be an obedient servant to her man US/Liet: Setting aside a noticeable age difference, America used Lithuania mostly as a servant and errand boy, with a clear power imbalance Scotland/Belarus: He must have a penchant for drinking and having a hair-trigger temper, while she isn’t exactly a calm person and carries a knife constantly. Their relationship would degenerate into violence

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The Haunting of Peter Parker

@agib-2002 You gave me an idea and I ran with it ;)

It was an odd night, just based on the simple fact that Tony had managed to go to bed at a reasonable hour. Sure, Pepper practically dragged his ass into the bedroom and threatened to strap him down so he could sleep but that was neither here nor there.

The hours consisting of wasting time down in the lab, busying himself with upgrades for the team and drowning himself in coffee made it relatively easy to knock right out as soon as his head hit the pillow. That was until right at 3 a.m. his phone had him shooting out of bed.

Tony groaned, fumbling around in the dark as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He was prepared to chew the ear off of the person on the other end of the line for attempting to ruin the one good night’s sleep that he’s had in the while until he came face to face with Peter’s contact photo. Taken by Pepper several weeks ago when the boy needed help baking cookies for the Academic Decathlon team’s annual bake sale. Peter’s curls were colored white, courtesy of the flour that Tony had poured all over him. Peter had gasped, reaching over for the other bag of flour, clearly to enact his revenge when Tony had wrapped his arms around the kid from behind, pinning him down and that’s when Pepper snapped a photo of the two, grinning like idiots.

With that memory in mind, his heart sped at the reasons why his young protege would be calling at this hour of the night.

“Friday pull up Peter’s vitals.” Tony ordered before pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hey, kid. You have any idea what time it is?” Tony glanced over at the readings that Friday was displaying in front of him. Heart rate was a little fast, otherwise, his vitals looked normal.

“Mister Stark!” Peter sounded frantic on the other end of the line, however, his voice was barely above a whisper.

Tony immediately climbed out of the bed, reaching for his pajama pants somewhere on the floor. He placed the phone on the bed, directing Friday to go to the speaker.

“Kiddo, what is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“Mister Stark, there’s - there’s - “ Peter’s panic emphasized through his words and heavy breathing. Tony had pulled on his pants and socks by this point and was ready to deploy the suit.  

“What, kiddo? What’s there?”

“A ghost! There’s a ghost in the apartment, Mister Stark!”

Tony immediately stopped just a millisecond away from deploying his suit, his arms dropping to his side.

“What?!” Tony groaned, falling back down on the bed. All the adrenaline that had built up on his body as he prepared to go rescue his kid was now quickly draining from his body and what left was a mild annoyance.

“Mister Stark, I swe-“

Tony cut him off. “Kid, have you been watching scary movies again? You know you’re not allowed to be because of how you get it.” Tony remembered the clear warning that Aunt May had given him the first night that Peter was going to be over for movie night. Absolutely no horror movies of any kind.

“No, Mister Stark, I swear I haven’t watched any scary movies. This is real, I swear. This place’s haunted!”

Tony sighed. Either way, he couldn’t fall asleep so he might as well humor the kid.

“Alright, bud. If you say so. What’s your evidence?”

“Okay, first off, there’s the sound of scratches coming from the walls. The walls, Mister Stark! Like, how does that even happen? Then the banging started and I swear just a few minutes ago I heard someone say my name.”

“Maybe that was May, buddy.”

“No, she’s at work. I texted her to make sure. She’s been working all-nighters this entire week.”

“Okay, kiddo. Okay. The scratches are a little weird, but you might have just been hearing the branches outside. And the bangs could be coming from the pipes, buddy. It’s probably just your imagination that someone said your name. You tend to imagine those stuff when you get freaked out, kiddo.”

There’s was silence on the other end of the line and Tony was about to speak again when the kid’s timid voice returned.

“I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I called you in the middle of the night thinking there was a ghost in the apartment.”

Tony sighed. “No, buddy. You can always call me for anything, I swear to you.”

“Please don’t tell me you were sleeping, Mister Stark? Oh man, you probably were. God, I’m the worst. I’m just gonna hang up now. I’m so sorry.”

Tony sat up a little bit, hastily responding, “No, kiddo. Wa-“

Tony was cut off by the sound of a loud slam coming from the other side of the line and for the second time that night he shot out of bed.

“Peter!? What happened?”

“Mister Stark…the door just shut…” Peter’s voice had returned to the low whisper and Tony could hear the fear evident in his voice. One glance at Friday’s display of Peter’s vitals, and the kid’s heart rate was beating rapidly and respirations had increased as well. He was terrified. And so was Tony. Ghost or not, there very well could be something in that apartment and he wasn’t going to wait to find out what it was.

“I know, kiddo. I know. I heard. You stay hidden in your room, okay? I’m heading over there now. Stay on the phone with me, okay?”

“Okay.” Peter’s frightened voice had Tony wishing he was already there to wrap his arms around the kid.

Five minutes later, Tony all but crashed his suit into Peter’s bedroom, quickly locating the kid that was curled underneath the blankets on his bed. He saw a chair secured underneath the doorknob, a weak defense against intruders, paranormal or not.

“Peter, buddy. It’s okay. I’m here now.” Tony dropped out of his suit, running to the bed and quickly enveloped the kid in his arms, blankets and all. Skinny arms quickly reached out of the blanket to wrap around his neck and Tony sighed, squeezing the kid gently.

After a few minutes of holding and rocking the kid, Tony spoke. “I’m gonna go see what’s going on, bud.”

“No! We have no idea what it is! Your repulser can’t fight a ghost, it’ll go right through it!” Peter argued and Tony couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You still thinking it’s a ghost, kiddo?”

“Well…yeah! Obviously, if it was an intruder, they would have found me a long time ago.” Tony’s throat closed up at that idea, of anyone or anything getting a hold of his kid and he quickly shook his thoughts away. But did store away the idea of increasing the security in this place, immediately following May’s approval.

“Well, I’m gonna go check it out anyways, otherwise I came here for no reason. If it happens to be a ghost, then I think I’ve got something stored away in my tool belt that I can use.” He offered the kid a cheeky grin and wink and although Peter looking unconvinced, he still slid out of Tony’s arms.

Peter watched as Tony moved the chair out of the way before opening the door a few inches and slid out, closing it behind him. Peter took a deep breath, sitting up in his bed and grabbing a pillow to squeeze as he kept his eyes trained on the door and ears open for any sounds.

Not even two minutes later there was the sound of Tony yelling and Peter nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Help! Peter, help!” Tony shouted and Peter scrambled out of bed.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” Peter whispered as he frantically grabbed his web shooters before running out of the room, heading straight towards where he could hear Tony still shouting for help.

He ran, stumbling once or twice against his own feet before skidding to a halt once he got to the living room, raising his web shooter and aiming it towards…

A cat. A small tabby cat that was licking his mentor’s face as he was sprawled on the floor.

Tony turned around, catching the dumb stricken look on his kid’s face and grinned. “Hey, bud. Say ‘hi’ to your ferocious invader.” Tony gently stroked the cat right in the sweet spot underneath its neck and the animal purred, curling up on his chest.

“I - what?!” Peter’s web shooters dropped to the ground and he stumbled back, hitting the wall, not quite believe the sight before him.

“She got in through the living room window. You know the same window that has the fire escape stairs. It was wide open and I’m positive that May tells you to make sure all the windows are closed before you head to bed.” Tony gave the kid a pointed look and the teen sheepishly scratched at his head.

“So, this little one saw the perfect opportunity. She had a grand ole’ time ransacking this place and scaring - now, how do I put this kindly - ah, ha! - the shit out of you.” Tony said through muffled laughter until he was straight up laughing, the cat still curled up on his arms.

The tip of Peter’s ears turned red and he fumbled over his words, trying to think of anything that would preserve his dignity.

Before he could get a word in, Tony piped up once more, wiping away fake tears on his cheeks. “I’ve got the perfect name for her too, kid.”

Peter gritted his teeth, crossing his arms in front of him. He knew where this was going. “Do not.”

Tony grinned, sitting up and holding the cat up to his chest where it curled up with its’ head on Tony’s shoulder, letting out a soft meow, one of it’s paws coming up to gently pat at Tony’s face. “Say ‘hello’ to Ghost, spider-baby!”

“I hate you both.”