#and i mean i'm not putting anything together right now i'm truly too busy

[honeyhotteoks]

If you make a subscription though it would only be fair if it did mean we would get benefits like chapters earlier otherwise i think the discord should be free

i mean i think the way i've seen patreons and things like that designed in the past would have some kind of a donation tier, but honestly i haven't thought that far into yet.

i do agree additional written benefits make sense, like access to chapters early or access to rough drafts or maybe even a few of my abandoned works.... but my concern is more that i would have people sign up and pay a monthly fee expecting monthly consistent content, and i'm nervous that the pressure would mean i'm writing more slowly or that i would rush to put out work before i was happy with it.

i really wouldn't want to take advantage of people's money in that way if i couldn't consistently deliver, so i totally agree i just worry about letting y'all down.

as far as the discord goes.... that's a fair point but i think if i were to do it, i would probably have it be part of a donation. creating a discord server and moderating it is more work that i think people think. i would really want to make sure the server is a safe space for people to talk and share their opinions, but i don't know all of my readers personally so there's a chance something like a discord gets messy and i'd have to moderate it more intentionally.

i don't talk about my real life on here often, but truly finding the time for that would be hard. i work ~50+ hours a week most weeks and my job is challenging and client facing. i'm also learning an entirely new skill right now which eats into my personal time. this plus maintaining healthy irl friendships, my relationship with my partner, and keeping up with regular life maintenance means my free time has to be spent on writing or i'd never publish anything. finding time for moderating a discord would be a bit more of a chore, so if i were to create it i would need to put it behind a pay wall for my own sanity lol

[battymommastuff]

The One I was Meant to Find

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Masterlist

!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.

You can swallow fire, you've practically flown through the hair....You've performed in front of millions from age eighteen. You felt like you could handle anything the world threw at you....

Until you entered the Upper district of Gotham City a week after being taken in by Bruce Wayne. The part of the city full of the most lavish, and expensive stores. So many name brands that you only ever dreamed of wearing. Not even Haly himself could afford such luxuries, and he owned the circus. Bruce insisted that he bring you to this part of the city to shop for your new wardrobe. He planned on buying outfits, dresses, shoes, jewelry, perfumes, and anything else you could never need. You tried to convince him to just take you to a thrift shop or some random outlet, but he only looked at you as if you spat on his shoes. 

So here you were, standing in front of a store that you had no business being in. Little did you know, you would be walking into these stores as if you were walking through your home in the future. All in due time...

Bruce enjoyed a cheap glass of champagne while you were given dress after dress to wear. Since your method of employment was no longer safe, he planned on hiring you as his assistant until you were safe to find your own career path. You stepped out in a dark blue dress that fit a little big on you, "Bruce, you really don't have to do this...I mean a thousand dollars for a dress? I'm sure we can find something similar for a cheaper price." You said while holding the price tag. He frowned, standing up from his seat. He walked over to you and inspected the price tag for himself. 

He turned you around so you were facing the mirror, "I think it looks wonderful on you." Bruce said with a smile. He moved your hair to the side so he could zip up the rest of the dress and rested his hand on your hip. You both decided to put off the facade of being a couple while in public. Subtle touches like this were going to happen, but he didn't go too far with it, "I could buy this entire store if I wanted to." He whispered into your ear. A shiver went down your spine, and you bit your lip softly. You knew Bruce Wayne was rich, but just how rich was he? Obviously he was rich enough to keep up his lifestyle as Batman. You turned around, not realizing just how close the two of you were. 

Have you ever had that feeling? That feeling that you were looking at someone you knew? As if you'd been with them a thousand life times. That's what you felt when you looked into his eyes. It was as if your souls found each other once again. You knew the theory of the multiverse from one of the clowns in the circus, he loved conspiracy. The thought of you and Bruce being together in different universes made you giggle a bit, "What's so funny?" He asked, his hand still resting on your waist. 

"Nothing at all, Mr. Wayne." Bruce rolled his eyes then back away from you. You only called him that to be a tease. You two often found yourselves teasing one another. Which is why Alfred was very happy to have the both of you out of the house...so he can be free of the thick tension for a few hours. Now you were walking downstairs to the batcave, dressed in one of your new nightgowns. Tonight was one of those nights where you felt unsafe. Truly, you never felt safe. You knew there were eyes on you outside of Wayne Manor. The only place you felt safe was right by Bruce's side...or Batman's at this time of night. 

"You should be asleep." Batman said as he typed away on the batcomputer. It made you think of the night he rescued you, "You have a busy day tomorrow, and I'm sure your boss wouldn't be happy with you being tardy." He joked then turned to look at you. He could tell instantly that you were scared. He understood the fear. After his parents were murdered, he would be up all night in fear of their murderer coming back to finish him off. Living life having to constantly look over your shoulder was no life to live. Without a word, he stood up while removing his cape. The surprisingly light material was draped over your shoulders to keep you warm. He wasn't going to make you leave. If you felt safe around him, then you could stay. Still in silence, you sat down on a stool next to a table lined with gadgets. You hadn't the faintest clue of what any of them were, but they looked very dangerous. 

Was it strange? That you could picture your life like this? By his side, helping him on his quest for Justice. The Manor already felt like home. More so than the circus ever did. That feeling came back again. The one where you felt as if you've been through this before. As if every choice you've ever made led to this very moment. Led you to Bruce. 

"Do you believe in soulmates?" 

"No." 

Your mouth formed an O shape and you awkwardly nodded. That might have been a question for Bruce Wayne not Batman. You learned quickly that the two were vastly different people. Bruce almost felt like the mask while Batman was truly who he was. Sometimes you saw a mix of the two...which you favored. 

"Y/N. I'm not someone you can love. My life and what I do will only bring you more danger, you will never live the happy life you deserve to live. I can never make you happy, and can never give myself to you fully. I'm sorry." 

Being rejected before the first move was ever made never felt good. You felt your heart shatter at the same time that your eyes began to water, "R-Right...I was dumb to ever think otherwise." You said while sliding down from the stool, "Goodnight...Batman." You whispered and swiftly left the batcave, passing Alfred who instantly noticed the tears falling from your eyes.  He could only shake his head as he made his way down the stone steps. 

"Lying to yourself and to her will only make it worse, Master Wayne." Alfred said as he set down a fresh cup of tea next to Batman. Nothing was ever openly spoken, but it was obvious that Bruce and Batman both had feelings for you. Everything about you just drove him insane. He never believed in soulmates until he met you. He never thought that there could be anyone in this world made for him. Yet there you were, and it terrified him. How could he ever keep you safe? Once his enemies knew of you, you were going to be the target. The Court was already going after you, but he had so many more that would love to watch him hurt. He knew if he let himself care for you, it would only end with him losing you. 

And he couldn't lose you....

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[demon-country]

I'm kind of surprised that this isn't a more common opinion, but I really do think that Blitz started coming over way more often than just the full moon for sex and also that he started staying the whole night as time went on. Like, even if you want to claim that Stolas doesn't love Blitz, he only loves the idea of being loved - which I highly disagree with - Blitz ain't that kinda person. He doesn't catch feelings after only like, what, 12-ish days spent having marathon long sex, and a couple of times spent being vaguely together in public? Ain't no way, Blitz is too guarded for that, and even though BDSM breeds a lot of trust just by virtue of it being about trust more than it is about sex, there's no way those things alone would make Blitz start to fall in love enough that he lists Stolas among the people he doesn't want to live without and die alone, or enough to do literally all of The Full Moon and Apology Tour.

On Stolas' phone there is also a picture of a horse that Blitz drew, laid on Stolas' bed, showing that Blitz felt comfortable enough at Stolas' palace and in Stolas' company that he was willing to draw Stolas a horse. That speaks of intimacy, that speaks of familiarity, and that speaks of trust that Blitz would share something he loves doing with Stolas. It also speaks of them having the time to do things other than sex when he comes over.

Now, to be fair, Blitz himself says that Stolas liked to do things like call him a lot to ask about his day and whatnot, and liked his sinstagram posts all the time. And while their now-defunct official Instagram posts aren't strictly canon, Viv did say that the stuff there was true to what the characters might do. So if we take what Blitz said in Oops and applied it to something Blitz posted on his sinstagram account, then Blitz used to book out an entire hour on his daily schedule just to talk on the phone with Stolas. Spending an hour or even half an hour almost every single work day for around a year and regularly talking on sinstagram is definitely significant and would also foster familiarity and plant the seed that Stolas does care for him, even if Blitz's self-hatred and Stolas' more unfortunate comments prevented him from truly believing it.

But I don't think it'd stop with that. Sex is the only way Blitz feels he can really spend time together with Stolas, and it's the only thing he knows for certain that Stolas wants from him and is always down for. If he was catching feelings - and Ozzie's, The Full Moon, and Apology Tour all show that he most definitely was -, he'd start desiring to be around Stolas more often, which would almost definitely lead to him making excuses to come over and have sex.

Of course, he couldn't just admit that even to himself, so he probably would have excused it to himself as something like being too busy to find someone else to sleep with. Oh you know he's just so busy with work and taking care of Loona, and going out to find a fling when he has a perfectly willing booty call he can go see basically whenever he wants is just way less convenient. Why put in the extra work finding someone he's interested in when Stolas is a smoking hot great lay who's down to do pretty much anything and everything? Not that it means anything though! He could totally go get someone else if he wanted to, he just... doesn't. Because he's too busy for that, of course.

And why go to some rando's place if he's just gonna have to get up and leave right after? With Stolas he can stay the night in a giant ass, comfy as fuck bed (with a super soft, super snuggly bird. Uh, not that he cares about that though! It's certainly not like he's touch starved or anything, haha no of course not that'd be crazy! >_>), and in the morning if he sticks around long enough he can either get another round in or some fancy brand coffee.

Like, that's all just an example of how he might explain it to himself, but however he actually did, I'm of the opinion that he used to not stay the night, but most of the time by the end of it he did. Blitz doesn't fall quickly, but once he does he falls hard, and given how desperately he clings to Stolas in The Full Moon and Apology Tour, I'm not sure if he'd be able to stop himself from spending whatever time he could make excuses for with Stolas. The only reason he doesn't post-Ozzie's is because of Stolas' supposed rejection and, after Western Energy, because he feels unworthy of it and is scared of what his perceived failure to protect Stolas might have changed.

That's how I see it, anyway. But I guess it's a pretty unpopular opinion? This got way longer than I thought it would...

[sl-ut]

sweet dreams

ended up having a baby dream during my nap and thought it would be a v cute burb concept for my sweet cliches series

set in this universe!

abby noticed that something was wrong with her girlfriend almost immediately after she returned from her morning run. she had, of course, left quite early and had been very careful not to wake her cranky pants gf up, but started questioning what she might have done to piss her off already when they hadn't even truly spoken a word.

y/n was in the kitchen when she got back, mixing herself an iced coffee and barely even responding to abby as she came over to kiss her good morning. abby shrugged it off, thinking she was still too tired, but when she rejected her invite to join her in the shower????? that's when she knew something was up.

she spent fifteen minutes in the shower, taking the extra time under the piping hot water to think it over. she knew it wasn't about her leaving a mess before she left; abby was the neat freak in the relationship, so it was usually her getting annoyed by clutter, not the other way around. they'd been on good terms last night, they had even found time in both of their busy schedules that allowed them some spare time to get it on...was it not good? abby thought she'd seen the telltale signs- the whimpers, the heaving chest, the swelling nail marks on her back... she'd never seen y/n fake it before, so she wasn't sure what she wasn't picking up on. unless... what if she had only ever seen her fake it???

then abby goes into panic mode. she finishes her routine as quick as she can (under ten minutes, our low maintenance queen!) and rushes out to find her girl curled up on the couch under a fluffy blanket, not even glancing her at abby as she took up the space next to her.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours? and don't say nothing."

the girl frowned before she stubbornly responded, "nothing."

"did i do something wrong?"

"no."

"then what's the matter? i don't like to see you so down."

"it's stupid."

abby scooted closer, pulling her girl onto her lap, "i could never think that anything to do with you is stupid. please tell me."

"fine, but you have to promise you won't laugh."

abby rolled her pretty blue eyes, "on my own life, i promise i won't laugh."

the girl let out a deep sigh before she mumbled something under her breath.

"gonna need you to speak up for me there, baby."

"i had a dream that i was pregnant and then i had our baby, and we lived in a cute little house with a dog and we were so happy..." she sniffled, "and then i woke up and none of it was real."

abby was silent for a moment before a small smile and chuckle began to crack through her forced serious expression.

"abby!" y/n slapped her arm when she finally broke out in full laughter, "you promised!"

"i'm sorry baby," she held her tighter to her chest to keep her from moving away and began to rock her, "i'm sorry. that was just so cute, if i didn't laugh i was gonna cry."

"i miss our baby."

abby was in her last year of med school, and thanks to her big beautiful brain (and her trust fund), she was remotely debt free. the two had already discussed their plans to start looking for a house in a nice neighbourhood as soon as abby graduated and got a permanent placement somewhere, but the discussion of kids had sort of been sidelined up until now.

the blonde shook her head, "i can't wait to meet our baby. just give me a year, and then we'll start making that dream come true."

y/n beamed with happiness, curling into her girlfriend's beefy arms, "i can't wait to carry your baby."

"trust me," abby chuckled, "i can't wait to put a baby in you. i bet i'll get it to stick first try, but i'm all about consistency. i'm thinking five nights a week minimum."

both girls giggled at abby's joke, snuggling closer together in a peaceful silence before y/n finally spoke up once more.

"abs... you know you can't actually get me pregnant, right? i mean, you're in medical school for god's sake."

[hockeymenarehot]

Hiiiii your fics that I have read so far are literally AMAZING. Ngl your my new fav author on here my goodness those stories were making my stomach turn.

Could you please do a Tom Kaulitz 2007 smut, him and reader have to share a room unwillingly. The reader starts playing with his hair and he is low-key into it 😋 You take it from there queen because you are so creative it’s crazy.

THANK YOU SO MUCH 😘😘

"One Bed". Feat. Tom Kaulitz

YES! of course i can do this! i'm glad you enjoy my writing! i also kind of tweaked this a bit to go with another request for an enemies to lovers vibe w/ tom...honestly i love the one bed trope!! (sorry, this is coming out later than intended!!)

summary: not too long ago, you caught your (ex) boyfriend Tom at the bar with another woman. you were pretty pissed, and you still are. but you two agreed to travel together to see a mutual friend as long as you stay separated. however, you did not anticipate the room shortage...

warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, hotel sex, p in v, unprotected, slight edging, overstimulation, use of toys, degradation (slut, whore, etc.), praise, kinda mean Tom, he's sweet sometimes though?, cervix fucking, spanking, squirting, pretty much brat taming, creampie, you think he cheated but he didn't

"What the hell do you mean there's not enough rooms?! I paid for two!" your patience was wearing thin with the poor desk attendant who claimed there was a "room shortage for the holidays". Bullshit. "Ma'am, I've already explained this to you. We overbook expecting some cancelations. It's better for business this way." The woman at the desk was making sure to keep her distance from you. Your stance looked like you were about to leap over the desk and pounce on her at any second now. "Good for business-!?" You were cut short by none other than Tom Kaulitz, your cheating ex-boyfriend, lightly grasping your arm, afraid that if he put too much pressure you might seriously swing at him. You gave him the nastiest glare, he swore it pierced his soul. "Hey, there's no use in yelling at this poor lady. Let's just go to our room. It'll only be a night. I can sleep on the floor." He spoke in a gentle tone, this managed to ease your nerves a bit. You removed your sprawled hands from the desk, giving the desk attendant one final glare. You were also not too thrilled that he took her side. You grabbed your key and made your way to the elevator, Tom trailing behind.

You and Tom hadn't spoken a word since getting to your room. It truly was a small, one bed hotel room. Right when you set your bag down on the (quite hard) couch, you flopped down onto it with a exaggerated groan. "Okay I think you need to calm down. I get it, you would rather not be doing this. But can't you take a day to-" You quickly cut him off, still angry with him. You were angry he had the nerve to tell you of all to "calm down". This made your anger bubble back up. "Calm down? Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when you're here? How am I supposes to calm down after what you did to me!? I don't want to fucking hear it from you. Go back downstairs and sleep with the little hotel girl from earlier since you like to take her side so much. Not that you ever took my side." Okay, admittedly you were being pretty petty, but you didn't care. Not when the events that transpired were so recent. About 1 month ago you caught Tom at a bar giggling with another girl because apparently he hadn't realized that's the bar you were having your girls night at. You screamed at him, threw a drink at his face, and hadn't spoken to him since. Tom stared at you for a second, he was trying to let you be angry at him. Because truthfully, he shouldn't have been so sneaky when he honestly wasn't doing anything wrong. He was at that bar to catch up with his brothers wife, but mentioning that fact would probably make you begin to spiral even more. He really didn't want another drink in his face. So, for now he decided to let you scream and yell at him all you wanted, even if the words you spoke couldn't be farther from the truth.

It had been about 5 minutes of you yelling, and you were now laying on the bed quite literally sobbing your little heart out. You couldn't take it, all of your pent up emotions were bursting out and making an ugly mess of you. You thought about how this was probably the reason why he decided to cheat on you. Tom just sat on the edge of the bed, lightly stroking your thigh. You apparently hadn't noticed, but your body was subconsciously leaning into his touch. Once your rapid breathing had slowed and your tears dried up leaving dried makeup streaks on your face, he finally spoke. "I didn't cheat on you." You almost laughed, "What?" He drew in a large breath before he continued, still treading lightly. "You never gave me a chance to talk. But trust me, I don't blame you. Please hear me out on this." Once he had gotten your silent sign of approval, he slowly continued, "That woman? That was my Bills wife. She was just in the area, and I wanted the chance to catch up with her. Ask her how things were going. All I talked about was you, every single question she had, the answer was always you. She even recorded a video on my phone for you of her saying hi. Please, believe me. I know I shouldn't have been so secretive, I know that's my fault. But just please. Here's the video." Tom pulled out his phone to show you the video of who you now noticed was Bill's wife in that same exact bar saying hi to you, and explaining how she hoped all was well with you.

Right after the video ended, your heart dropped so low as you looked up at him it almost fell out of your ass. I mean, you had met Bill's wife before, but you hadn't gotten a good glimpse of her at the bar. Only of the back of her head. You knew she was a nice woman, and you were starting to realize that you probably should've let Tom explain himself instead of throwing a drink in his face. But when he pulled the "Baby, it's not what it looks like" line, you almost lunged at him.

This whole thing just added more on top of the emotions you were already feeling, and you began to cry again. "Tom," you shook out as you pulled him into an embrace, finally being able to feel him again "I'm sorry." You swear you had never held onto anything so tight in your life, and he was seriously about to crush you as well. But it didn't really matter. All that mattered was, yeah, you both fucked up but at least you still had each other. That night was a long night of exchanging explanations, and setting up boundaries as to how to deal with situations like this again. As well as how to work on managing your emotions...

It was getting pretty late, and you had just came out of the shower to find Tom laying down on the small couch. "Are you serious? You don't have to do that... Come sleep with me." Tom turned over to look at you, a bit surprised you could forgive so quickly. That had never been apart of your personality. But he was exempt from this, he assumed. "You sure? If you don't-" You stopped him, "I'm sure." and gave him a sweet smile. The both of you crawled into bed, and got into the position you normally get into. He placed the side of his face on your breasts and you used one of your hands to play with his hair, feeling him relax into you. He whispered out a small "I love you" that you almost didn't catch. To let him know you heard him, you craned your neck down and pulled him into a sweet kiss. Well, the kiss started sweet.

Tom had been left to just his hand, lotion, and some shitty magazines for way too long now. He missed you. A lot. What was supposed to be a simple sweet kiss now had your back to him and him aggressively thrusting his cock into you. You let out a string of moans, trying to stabilize yourself by putting your hands on his thighs. His chest was flush with your back, and his thrusts were relentless. "Tom!" He knew you loved this angle, it allowed you to feel every inch of him buried deep inside you. "Yeah? That feel good, y/n?" One of his hands came down to rub at your clit. "Think I've given you enough time to throw your little tantrum, gotta put whores like you back in their place." His minstrations had you a moaning mess, and you could already feel your orgasm flatly approaching. "Ah-! P-please!" Your pussy clenched tightly around him, a sign he knew you were about to cum. Right when your soft walls began to flutter he completely stopped all motion. "W-what?" You were confused, and you whined at the loss of stimulation. "You forget? Brats like you have to ask nicely to cum. Then I'll consider." He landed a harsh slap on both cheeks of your ass, causing you to his. "Im sorry! Please! Please make me cum!" He rubbed over both red marks, attempting to slightly soothe them before beginning his pace again. This time, he was impatient. He flipped you over onto your back, sprawling you out onto the bed before he pushed in and out of you at a fast pace. You could feel every vein on his cock at this angle, and his tip was practically brushing up against your cervix. The painful pleasure was almost too much, and you just barely remembered to ask to cum. "P-please, can I cum? Please, please please..." You were just babbling nonsense at this point, which made him laugh at the leverage he had over you. He leaned down, nipping the shell of your ear before he said "Cum for me, baby" and that was all the clearance you needed before you gushed all over his cock with a high pitched moan. All of your limbs twitched as he helped you ride out your high, your mind melting back down to earth. Your brain was still fuzzy, and you didn't catch how Tom leaned over to open the beside drawer, pulling out a small bullet vibrator. Once he waved it over top of you, your eyes widened. You obviously could think enough to understand what you were about to be subjected to, but not enough to question why it was in that drawer.

"Please" You mewled put, not sure if you were begging for him to use it on you or begging him not to. Either way, he turned it on, using it on the lowest setting as he rubbed it over your nipples. "Mh!" You let out a satisfied grunt at the stimulation being pressed to your nipples. Tom always worshipped every part of your body, and tonight he had neglected your nipples. The attention they were now receiving left you wanting more. You relaxed, parting your legs and letting the spread across the roughness of the hotel sheets. Tom trailed the small vibrator down the valley of your stomach, towards your already swollen clit. "Yeah, take it like the good slut you are. Just my cumdump, aren't you?" You nodded your head in agreement, making the best "Mhm" sound you could with how fried your brain was. You both knew this wasn't true. If you both were being completely honest, he was at your mercy. Tom pressed the vibrator up against your clit, and immediately started thrusting back into you. "Ah! Wait! T-Tom! Too much!" He laughed at you almost mockingly "You can do it. My sweet baby can do it." The way his tone could change at the drop of a hat only turned you on even more, and his sugar coated words coaxed you on to obeying him. "Ok... ok, just for -fuck- you." "Yeah, thats what I fucking thought." It didn't take too much longer for you to reach your high, and by the way you were squeezing him he knew, too. Tom decided you'd been through enough tonight and let you off easy this time. "My baby gonna cum on my cock? Come on, make a mess on me. Cum with me." Those words immediately flipped the switch inside of you, letting your pussy twitch around him and gush everywhere, making a mess all over his abdomen. Tom thrusted into you as deep as he could possibly go before cumming inside you. "Yeah, gonna take all the cum I give you." And you did, you took every last drop, squeezing him to milk him for everything he was worth.

The night ended with an exchange of soft kisses, giggles, whispers of sweet nothings, and a hot bath to ease your poor muscles. You might need a wheelchair for tomorrow.

Before you two left, Tom left a note on the bed thanking the hotel room attendant for bluffing for him, and left her some extra cash. He also apologized for the mess.

a/n: this was supposed to be released last night but I had other things going on! so sorry! but I hope you enjoyed! requests are still open, and if you've already sent one just know it's sitting in my drafts. remember to take care of yourself!

[imaginecolby]

Friends with Benefits || Part Three - The Adjustment

as soon as the words left your mouth, you felt like you wanted to throw up again.

Pregnant. your mind was a blank, almost as if you’d forgotten what the word meant. you had no emerging thoughts about where you were going to go from here.

“pregnant.” colby repeated, barely above a whisper. you watched as he sunk to his knee, taking your hand in his. “y/n, will you-“

“oh, nuh uh.” you interrupted. “you are not proposing to me right now.” you said, pulling him up from the floor.

“why not? we’re going to have a kid!”

“colby, we’re not even officially dating. i don’t expect you to propose to or marry me just because im having your baby.”

“you’re right, sorry. my head is just all over the place.” he sighed, sitting back down on the couch. you watched his face as the gears turned in his head. you were scared he was gonna bolt and leave you to make decisions on your own.

“tell me what you’re thinking.” you said quietly, moving to set next to him.

“a lot of things. scared of how this is gonna change us, worried that im gonna fuck this up. are we ready for this?” he asked.

"i don't know. i mean, ive always wanted kids, but this is not the way i wanted to go about that."

"me either." colby said, taking his hand in yours. "but im glad we're gonna be in this together. we've been in each other's lives for so long, at least we're not toal strangers."

"that's true." you sighed. you both sat there quietly before you spoke again. "so, where does this leave us?"

"we're still us. we're friends before anything, and we're a team in this. i'm gonna be here for you through everything." he said, squeezing your hand.

"thank you." you said softly, leaning into his side and hugging him tight. colby squeezed you tight and you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head.

"we got this." he said softly, giving you another squeeze.

the first trimester was a bit rough, as your routine began to change. your symptoms were already killing you. between the morning sickness, constant pain, and overall nervousness of this life changing event, you were already more tense than you'd ever been in your life.

you were at the doctor's office every week. but you were glad that you weren't doing this alone. colby made it a point to make every appointment with you. he made a promise to you that he was going to be there for you through every part of this pregnancy, and he was keeping good on his word. along with your appointments, he was going shopping with you to get all the necessities for the baby, helping put transform the guest room in your house into the nursery. you and him were researching and learning all the things you could about parenting.

you were still pretty nervous, really more nervous than you could ever explain. this feeling was probably going to last your entire pregnancy, but you were so glad that colby was doing this with you. you felt like you could accomplish anything with him by your side. but you couldn't help but worry that all you were ever going to be was co-parents, and nothing more. you knew you and colby had sort of an "agreement" about your relationship, but you were feeling like you wanted to be more. you were just too scared to bring it up to him, in case that was going to be too much to add to his plate. especially right now.

one afternoon, you'd just gotten home from a busy morning of some shopping and a quick trip to the drugstore for some more prenatal vitamins. you were resting on the couch, your hand falling into place on your belly. you still couldnt believe you were growing a human in there. as you sat there with your thoughts, pictures of your future child began to flash through your head. a baby boy with dark hair and blue eyes like colby, or a baby girl with soft hair and skin tone that beared a strinking resemblance to yours. you truly were so excited for this next part of your life, and you couldn't wait to raise your baby.

your thoughts were interrupted by your phone buzzing on the coffee table. you picked it up and saw a text from colby.

"are you home? i have something for you." he text you.

"yeah, i just got back. :)" you replied.

"perfect, see you in ten."

while you waited for colby to come over, you put up your purchases and changed into some more comfortable clothes. you were walking back into the living room just as you heard a knock on your door.

"hey!" colby said with a smile when you answered. he pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"whatcha got?" you asked, pointing to the numerous bags in his hands.

"oh, i know better than to you come over without food." he laughed, handing you the food bags. "now, i don't know how your appetite has changed since getting pregnant, but i hope you still like, and can actually eat, chinese."

"oh yes, i will never turn away chinese." you said, taking the food from him. you got plates for the two of you and moved to the living room. you and colby sat down on the couch and set the food up on the coffee table.

"and what's this?" you asked, pointing to the gift bag he had.

"daddy's first gift for the baby." he said, his face lighting up as he started to open it. he pulled out a ball of fabric, unrolling it to reveal a onesie with a familiar logo on the front.

"oh my god! this is so cute!" you cheered, taking it from him.

"baby's first piece of xplr clothing."

"colby, this is adorable. this'll be their coming home outfit after they're born." you laughed.

"perfect, that was my intention." he laughed. the two of you sat down to eat, and conversation quickly ensued. after a while, you decided to take a more serious turn.

"so, my first trimester is up. i think it's time we start telling people." you said.

"yeah, i've been thinking about that these past couple days. but, i think we need to talk about our relationship first."

"oh?" you asked, sitting up and focusing entirely on him.

"i think we should be exclusive. y'know, boyfriend and girlfriend." he said, taking your hand in his.

"what? are you serious?"

"well, you wont let me propose, so," he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. "y/n, i love you. i know i told you at the beginning of all of this, that i wasn't looking for a relationship. but i love you. i've loved you since the day i met you, but i was too scared to commit to relationship because i was at a place where a lot of girls were using me."

"you know i'd never do that to you." you said softly, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand.

"i know, and i feel bad for ever thinking that of you. but i'm over that now. i want to be with you. fully and completely. we're gonna be starting a family, and i want us to be as commited to each other as we'll be to the baby. you don't have to say anything now, but i just wanted to put my feelings on the table, and be completely honest with you."

"i'm actually glad you said something because i've been thinking about us as well. you know ive always liked you, as more than a friend. and i've wanted to be exclusive with you. i didn't really want to be part of this "friends with benefits" type thing we've had going on in the first place, but i just wanted to be with you, in any way, so i agreed to it, thinking your feelings would eventually change. i definitely didn't think this was going to be the thing that would change your mind about us, but im glad it did. i love you too, and i wanna be with you. officially, and fully."

"officially and fully." colby repeated, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

"im glad we've figured this out. once we start telling people we can avoid the whole ‘yeah! we're having a baby without even being together!’ conversation."

"oh, i know. i wasn't looking forward to that either." he laughed. "speaking of, how are we gonna do our announcement?"

"i don't know. i've been trying to figure something out, but all the ones ive gone through online don't seem fitting for us." you sighed.

you sat there quietly for a moment, the both of you racking your brain for ideas. suddenly, a light bulb went off in your head.

"oh my god, yes!" you sat up, an idea running in your mind.

"what? what did you think of?" colby asked. you sat there without saying anything, picking up the onsie.

"a little explorer!"

[jpitha]

Between the Black and Gray 8

First / Previous / Next

"Ma! Wait!" Fen ran down the hall after Ma-ren. Her long strides caught up quckly to the smaller K'laxi, even while she was doing her best to not run down the hall. "Ma, please. Let's talk"

"I don't know why we should now Fen, it seems like your mind is made up." Ma-ren kept walking down the hall, but she did slow down a little. "Seems like you're more into leaving and taking off with Gord than staying with your actual girlfriend."

"Oh, Ma." Fen sighed. "Hold up here. Let's sit and talk." Fen looked around. They were about halfway between the docks and their apartment. They had just made it onto their floor and there was a bistro near with chairs spilling out onto the hall. Fen walked over to a small table on the edge and sat, gesturing for Ma-ren to join her.

Ma-ren walked over and slumped into a chair. A server came by quickly and Fen ordered some tea. Only Tam'itarr had chamomile, so they had to just take the regular Gren herbal tea, but at least it was hot and gave their hands something to do. After they both sat for a moment and stared at nothing, Fen spoke.

"I'm sorry Ma."

Ma-ren looked over at Fen and her tail swished.

"I'm sorry for not thinking of you more. It's just..." Fen stopped and took a sip of tea. "It's just that this is the first new thing to happen here since forever. Someone that knows Spyglass! Someone that can fix her! We've been refugees our whole lives. Most of our parent's lives too. This is a chance for us to... to... not just be 'those humans and k'laxi up on forty three'" Fen shrugged. "I got wrapped up in what it could mean for us that I guess I didn't think enough about us."

"Hmmph." Ma-ren sipped her tea but her ears twitched in that way that Fen knew meant she was almost forgiven. They had known each other since they were kids, and have been together for years. They had their own share of arguments, this was just another step on the path. "I... think I understand what you mean, Fen. Gord and Spyglass could mean us being able to trade, to conduct business, to not be reliant on handouts from the station authorities and Tam'itarr's black market."

Ma-ren put her tea cup down carefully and looked at Fen. Her large eyes focused on her girlfriend. "But Fen. You know how Gord is getting parts. Tam'itarr is going to want to be paid back. If Gord decides to just leave, then what? We helped him; Tam'itarr is going to come after us for repayment." She stood and started pacing, agitated. "You saw him with those AI cubes right? He's hungry to get them into bodies - if he even can - you have to know that he's probably going to try and screw over Tam'itarr, right?"

Fen blinked. "What?"

Ma-ren put her hands on her hips; a human gesture that K'laxi had adopted years ago. "Fen, really? Gord has nothing holding him here except Spyglass and he wants her up and running. He asked for printable mass in addition to another reactor. You think he's just going to print more reactors? I guarantee he's going to try and print at least one other body. Probably more if he can offload those AI cores. He's trying to resurrect his race. We're small time to him."

"You really think Gord is going to rip off Tam'itarr?"

Ma-ren rolled her eyes and smiled. "It's a good thing you're pretty, Fen. What does Gord have keeping him here and honest? He wants Spyglass up and running. Once he does he can convince her to just... leave. We won't even have our Starjumper anymore. Sure, we won't have to put together fundraisers to pay her docking fees, but the dream of us being anything more than refugees dies. Us - all of us - will be well and truly stuck here."

"So what should we do?"

Ma-ren walked back over to the table and drained her tea. "First thing. We go home and eat. Second thing, we get a good night's sleep." Fen stood as well. Ma-ren put her arm around Fen's waist. "Maybe in the morning we'll have thought of something that doesn't involve either Tam'itarr going after us, or Gord going after us.

That evening brought relaxation, good food, and a good night's sleep, but the morning brought them no closer to figuring out what to do.

Fen and Ma-ren circled the main promenade walking and talking.

"Do we tell Tam'itarr?" Fen said. She was looking around as they walked. It was a normal day with nothing looking out of place, but ever since their talk last night, Fen seemed to be more alert.

"Tell him what? That we think that Gord is going to rip him off?" Ma-ren stopped to look at a shop selling fabric. Nobody in the main part of the station sold Human and K'laxi clothes, but there were plenty of fabric dealers. There were a few peopel who bought the fabric and made clothes for the humans and k'laxi up on forty three, and Ma-ren knew a few of them.

"I mean, yes? If we tell him, then if he does, Tam'itarr will know that we weren't in on it.

Ma-ren looked up and sighed. "You're probably right. Let's go find him."

Tam'itarr was in his usual place in his booth in his social club. He waved when he saw them enter. "Ma-ren! Fen! How good of you to come." He gestured for them to join him. "I have managed to secure a supply of printable mass for you and Gord after all! It will be delivered to Spyglass tomorrow. We should have the reactor by the end of the week as well. I am pleased that my people have been working so diligently."

The bartender brought over a cup of chamomile to each of them, inclined his head and walked away.

Ma-ren didn't touch her tea. "Tam'itarr, we..." She looked at Fen.

"We think Gord is going to try and rip you off." Fen slurped her tea and shrugged.

Tam'itarr's mouthparts waggled a laugh and he grinned hugely. "Ladies, you have no idea how happy I am to hear this news."

Fen blinked. "You are?"

Tam'itarr nodded. "Although, I should clarify how pleased I am to hear this news from you."

Now, Ma-ren blinked. "Why?"

"Why ladies, it means that you trust old Tam'itarr more than some upstart human who showed up out of nowhere and is trying to steal your Starjumper. It means that you realize where your home is, where your community is." Tam'itarr sat forward and clicked his claws. A bouncer walked out with a black case and set it down on the table. "This is for you." He slid it over to Ma-ren.

"What is it?"

"Open it and see. I promise, nothing bad."

Ma-ren carefully clicked the case open, and inside were two bundles of Stars and two red pins. Ma-ren's eyes flicked up to the gangster's.

"Think of it as... a bonus. You thought of me instead of Gord. You thought of your home first. That deserves to be rewarded. The Stars are a bonus for making... the right choice. The pins will show everyone on the station who you work for. They will let you enjoy certain privileges here that most Humans and K'laxi normally aren't allowed. Think of it as your species' first step on leaving the forty third and joining the rest of us." Tam'itarr regarded them kindly. "You had a difficult decision to make today, and you made the right one. I take care of my own, I need you to know that."

"What about Gord?" Fen tried to take her eyes of the money. It was more Stars than she had ever seen in her life at once.

"We'll take care of Gord. Don't think I didn't also think he was prime to try and pull one over on us. I'll take you along, then you can see what we do to folks who try and hurt the community." Tam'itarr clicked his claws again and two bouncers appeared. He bent over and spoke to them softly, and they nodded once and melted away. "I would still like for Spyglass to be repaired, and for now Gord is the only one who can do it. We're going to continue to deliver what we promised and not mention anything." He looked at them. "If Gord needs your help, give it. In fact, volunteer to help. See if you can get him to show you how stuff works. Once he's gone, I'll need people who can operate my ship."

He stood up and walked over to their side of the table and placed his large hands on each of their shoulders. "From today on, you work for me. I promise, we'll do great things together."

[arazialotis]

Ceilings

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Word Count: About 3700

Summary: The reader is finishing up a hunt and is hesitant to head back home. Inspired by the song Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine.

Warnings: Mild Smut, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Season 15 Spoilers

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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The brown spot in the corner of the ceiling held your attention. What had once been a pristine and ornate building had since fallen into a state of disrepair over the decades. The plaster moldings reminded you of art deco, and the crown cornices on the border showed a level of craftmanship barely found in today's practices. Yet, from years of neglect and lousy state budgets, necessary upkeep and repairs had long since been postponed. As a result, moldings had crumbled, cracks ran up the wall and into the ceiling like tree branches reaching for the sun, and that brown spot now grew wet with condensation as you watched it gather in the middle. The drop was near heavy enough that at any moment, it would fall. The sheriff would have to situate his trash can under it if this rain was to keep up or grow any heavier.

Dean cleared his throat and, from the matching red leather chair beside yours, nudged your knee with his, effectively breaking your concentration. A warm smile grew as he longing looked at you. His suit coordinated well with yours, navy blue and a green tie that failed to compete with his eyes. You felt a flush crawl into your cheeks, and you pinched your lips together, mixed emotions welling up.

"I still can't believe it," Sherrif Cadwell huffed, signing off on the last of his forms. "If I hadn't been there with you, seen it with my own eyes."

If you had to guess, he was younger than your typical run-ins with sheriffs, early to mid-thirties. But the optimism for growth and change for his township and the system at large clothed him in a juvenile naivety. Additionally, you couldn't deny the fact that he was attractive. His eyes shone like stars in the night sky, his nose was slightly crooked (you learned during your time on the case together) from a bar brawl he was the cause of during his college years, and his lips were full, the kind that would feel plush against your most sensitive spots. You couldn't help but squirm in your chair, but you could feel Dean take notice as his gaze traveled over you.

He continued. "Honestly, I still feel like I need to check myself into a psych ward."

Your chuckle drew his gaze from the papers. "Even after years in the business, I feel the same way. Someday I might grow used to it."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without you, Agent Steinhardt. Thank you again." He conveyed with the utmost sincerity.

Your smile filled the room full of sunshine on this rainy day. "I think we are past the pretense of FBI and aliases now."

His demeanor matched yours. "I'm not convinced. I know an X-files agent when I see one."

"If you ever do cross Mulder or Scully, put in a good word for me. But seriously though, if anything," You struggled to find the right words. "Out of the ordinary comes across your path again; the number on that business card will ring true."

"And is that number good for ordinary things as well? Say, uh, dinner or drinks before you head out of town?" He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

You looked down at your feet to conceal a blush. It wasn't the first time someone had made a pass at you on a job, but Sherrif Cadwell was the first to stir up this reaction. You took a deep breath and recomposed yourself. You could feel Dean's eyes burning against you, analyzing each move, every reaction. His finger sat against his lips, silencing himself, waiting for your response.

A pit formed in your stomach. "While I'm truly flattered, Zack," You paused, the words caught in your throat. "My heart belongs to someone else."

You looked to Dean, but he remained the same, piecing a puzzle together, trying to communicate something unspoken. Despite your interest in Sherrif Cadwell, nothing compared to the energy and the swell of your heart while looking at him.

"I understand. It wasn't my place anyways, but I knew I'd be kicking myself in the ass later if I didn't take a shot." His bashfulness and sensitivity tugged at the strings of your heart, making it even harder to turn him down. "Whoever he is better know how lucky he is."

"He knows." Dean's voice was a warm whisper that barely registered.

The sheriff stood, signifying the end of the meeting; you rose as well, the old chair groaning as you did. Zack extended his hand over his desk, and you accepted, shaking it.

"It was a pleasure." He ended.

Upon leaving his office, the single room spilled into a once grand hall with polished mosaic tiles and pillars that supported high arched ceilings. The sheriff's department was small, consisting of three other staff. Their open office was bordered by low wood paneling, separating them from the other departments this building housed; the drain commissioner, mayor, parks and recreation, to name a few.

You were at the gate that you could probably step over when Sherrif Cadwell called after you.

"Hey!" His steps were heavy as he rushed to catch you. "You forgot this."

Zack held up one of your many homemade EMF meters. It was still switched on, barely crackling static as it scanned the area. No pitches squealed, or lights flared. You took it from him, switched it off, then threw it back. He caught it with ease.

"Keep it." You instructed. "It could come in handy."

A few more thanks and pleasantries were exchanged, but eventually, you found your way to the main lobby. The rain pounded like crescendoing drums against the roof. An employee who entered the building through revolving wooden doors lowered their umbrella, shaking off the rain droplets before leaning it against a coat rack. You had lacked the foresight.

"We could just swipe that one," Dean remarked.

A faint smile accompanied the short huff of an uncomplete laugh. Not entertaining the thought further, you pushed through the revolving doors requiring more exertion than anticipated. Immediately out of the building, you were drenched. You didn't stand a chance. The marble steps lead down to the street and across to a park that might be a nice place for employees to lunch, given lighter weather. That Impala waited for you, parked just a few paces away at a meter. You looked up to the sky, blinking away the rain that fell into your eyes. You hoped for a break in the clouds, even a thin patch where the glow of the sun hinted that it still existed.

"Y/N," Dean feigned impatience, but you could hear the amusement in his voice. "Let's go."

You looked at him longingly. He was your sun and your storm.

"What?" He questioned. "What? Oh, don't get all romantic on me now. You wanna dance in the rain? This isn't a Gene Kelly movie."

Your lips pinched together, holding your breath as he stepped closer to you, his radiance not hindered in the slightest by the downpour. His begrudging attitude melted to tenderness as he took your hands in his. Goosebumps prickled up your skin as the space between you closed. And then he spun you around like a leaf dancing with the wind. Laughter finally consumed you as you ran to the Impala. The keys jingled in your hand, and the hastiness of escaping the rain caused you to fumble with the lock.

The door creaked open as you found refuge inside. Your shallow breaths quickly fogged up the windows.

"Fantastic," Dean said dryly. "This is great for the upholstery."

You shimmied out of your jacket, and Dean's sarcasm vanished at the sight of your soaked white blouse now clinging to the peaks of your breast. The sheer fabric revealed the outline of the bra underneath, yet even that barrier did not hide how the chill of the rain had affected you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him swallow a lump in his throat. You fished for your heels, throwing the shoes in the back seat along with the jacket.

"You could have said yes," Dean whispered. "To the sheriff."

You gripped the steering wheel tight, staring blankly ahead as a pit knotted in your stomach.

The words that left you were barely audible. "I didn't want to."

The car's bench squelched under your weight as you shifted, and he drew in from the passenger seat. "Why not?"

A sharpness caught in your throat. Your eyes drifted to his; every detail, from the gold hidden in the forest of his irises to the freckles that dusted his face to the faded scar just above the bow of his lips, was perfect.

Your voice caught, but it still came out in an echo. "You know why."

Dean inhaled sharply, his eyes lingered on your face, only once looking back down at your blouse. He searched for permission, and when he was met with no resistance, his hand snaked behind you and into your hair, guiding your lips to his. Although there was a hunger present, his kiss was soft like clouds. Not the clouds above currently carrying the storm, but pillowy white clouds scattered on a summer's day. A delicate moan escaped your lips and into his, craving more, to which he took every advantage of your parted mouth. The fog layered thicker onto the glass windows, and you'd have to turn on the defroster before driving away.

Your heart pounded against the cage of your chest as you parted, never wanting to end the moment. As you turned the key, the engine sputtered to life with a rumble of thunder. It sat idle, and the warm air began to erase the remnants of your breath away. But even as it became clear enough to drive, you sat unmoving. The rolling of the engine and the patter of the rain were the only sounds. Dean lounged against the passenger door; one arm outstretched on the top of the bench, the other brushing the stubble against his jaw. His boosted confidence apparent from what had been shared seconds before.

He grew impatient, waiting for your next move. "Are you heading home?"

Your sharp inhale was the only response.

He turned it over in his head. "It's late enough, and we could afford an extra night."

Your toes curled in anticipation, hoping for ulterior motives behind his statement.

By the time you arrived back at the motel, the room had been cleaned. It was a simple establishment, but the family who owned it poured their souls into keeping it welcoming and updated. The bedsheets were crisp from a recent laundering, and they smelled not like the fake cheap lilac fragrance most cleaners were filled with, but real, fresh lilacs just beginning to open on a bright spring day. The tulle curtains swayed in front of the open window. There was no fear of the world outside peering in; the motel was near vacant, and the storm would drown out any sounds from within.

From Dean's outbursts to his impulsivity, one would think that would translate to a fierce and forceful lover. Of course, he could be in the heat of the moment, but that was not his default. Instead, he was tender and giving and took his time, extending precious moments to last deep into the night.

Seeing you now, wringing your hair with a towel and the wet clothes hung to dry, he restrained himself. The only sign of hunger in his eyes, the way he drank you in, and the flick of his tongue over his lips. He closed the gap between you. Goosebumps prickled on your bare skin from the chill carried on his damp clothes. His hands hovered over your shoulders, electricity sparking in the space between.

Your hands trailed up his chest, your breath shaking as you did. Your hands reached his tie and loosened the knot before snaking it around the nape of his neck and letting it fall to the floor. Continuing their journey, your hands moved to his shoulders. A small chuckle flew from both of you as you clumsily attempted and failed to remove his jacket. He helped you along by shrugging out of it. Next were the buttons of his dress shirt that went more slowly. Dean stared down at you in admiration as you carefully undid each one.

When he was finally fully free, your breath caught gating your emotions, and you met his eyes again. Dean guided you down to the bed, and you landed gently on the down-feathered comforter. His lips showered your neck in kisses as intimate as the sweet hymns whispered from Orpheus to Eurydice. His eyelashes against your cheeks felt like wisps of the wind carrying with it the song of chickadees.

Bracing himself with one hand above your head and the other gliding against your waist to steady both of you, you granted him passage to paradise. The praises and moans were as delicate as the rest of the encounter. Attentive to every reaction and response, he composed his movements into a soothing melody. Dean took your hand in his; the other left your waist as he fisted the sheets in his palm. Your souls entwined together, locking for all eternity. The drop ceiling with beige vinyl tiles stared down at you. You squeezed your eyes shut, and your free hand drifted down to your apex to help reach release.

Long into the night, when it was over, Dean laid on his back, panting to settle both his breath and his heart. You laid on your side, intently studying the curves and angles of his body. With a final deep breath, he found balance. The sheets rustled as he turned to meet your gaze. His brow furrowed, unable to read you.

"Sweetheart. What is it?" He asked.

You couldn't muster the words and shook your head no. He drew you into him, cradling you. Safe in the cocoon of the sheets and his arms, you breathed in, trying to capture his faint scent competing with the lilac. Juniper and eucalyptus. Or was it cedar and sage? You couldn't recall and drew in deeper.

"Don't leave me." You whispered into his chest.

"Never." He promised.

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Sunlight poured into the room. The brightness disrupted a pleasant dream. Birds chirped and splashed in the pools of puddles outside the window. Your eyes blinked open, no longer able to grasp the dream. Where Dean was supposed to be was cold and empty. The sheets crinkled as you reached over, searching for him.

Your hair was brushed aside as a peck greeted your temple from above. "Time to get up, sleepy." His voice much deeper than when he called out your name last night.

A whine was all you could conjure. You pulled the comforter over your head, hoping it would cave you into darkness and hide you from the day. You wished to stay in the relief of sleep forever. Dean's footsteps grew farther away.

"I'll head back without ya." Dean teasingly threatened.

So much for promises.

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It was silent on the road home. There was no music, no words exchanged, only the constant rumble of the engine. The roads were eerily empty, and all that surrounded you were yellow fields of wheat and corn ready for harvest. The flatness of the plains stretched incessantly as if you were caught in an endless loop, never to arrive at your destination. The steering wheel was cold in your hands, and the Impala complained when you accelerated. Perhaps louder than normal, and it felt like you had to push harder, almost like tar had built up in the interior. She certainly needed a tune-up once you got back to the bunker. Dean stared out the passenger window, his knuckles brushing lazily over his lips, watching the rows and rows and rows of fields go by. Lost in a thought that he wasn't going to share and you wouldn't ask about.

A sign welcoming travelers to Kansas signaled the growing end to your journey. Your breath shuttered. Dean's eyes glanced at you, but you refused to acknowledge him. Like a toddler testing boundaries, he nudged your knee with his. A gesture that normally would cause a blush to rise, fondness to grow instead stirred up panic. Your knuckles grew white, gripping the steering wheel. Fifteen minutes out from Lebanon, a cry escaped your lips. Dean saw then tears had started to stream down your face. You pinched your mouth closed, ashamed of losing control. Dean shifted towards you, his arm resting over the bench. His hand drew up your neck to the base of your head, massaging small circles.

"Shhh." He cooed. "It's okay. It's going to be okay." He repeated the mantra to calm you.

You finally broke on your way through town—the whimpering and shaking breaths held back for no one. Dean held the nape of your neck in his hand but had ceased movement, staring ahead as you drove closer to the bunker, praying you could maintain control of the Impala despite your state. He could no longer provide you comfort.

Pulling into the garage, you parked the car but didn't have the strength to shut it off. So it sat there running idle. Your growing pain manifested into sobs and wails. Dean pulled you in, his arms wrapping around you. You clung to his shirt as if he would vanish at any moment.

"I can't do this without you." You sobbed into nothingness.

He pulled you back, his eyes raking over you almost to see if you had been injured. "What are you talking about? I'm right here, Y/N. I will always be right here."

He placed his hand over your heart as if taking pulse and then against your cheek. You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning against his soft touch. His thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek, but more kept coming. His soft lips hovered over yours, but the taste of the bitter ocean was too distracting to claim the solace he offered.

The Impala sighed as she was granted permission to rest. The engine clattered as it began to cool. You curled into yourself, lying on the bench with your knees tucked into your chest. Her tin roof sheltered you, and the tan upholstery above yearned to blanket you, for she too, wept.

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Miracle was under the table in the library, curled up around Sam's feet as he typed away on his laptop, consulting a few reference books now and then. Aside from the clicking of the computer keys, the bunker was silent. Sam's hair was tied back in a half-bun, a new style for him, but it concealed the unkemptness better. His tired eyes checked the cell phone, scrolling to your number but hesitating not to let worry get the best of him.

Miracle's ears perked up, and his collar jingled as he lifted his head, catching the sound of a door that opened as silently as possible, like an intruder not wanting to get caught. A whisper between a bark and a ruff huffed out as he alerted Sam of the sound of friend or foe; to Miracle, it was still to be determined.

Sam reached down and scratched behind Miracle's ear reassuringly. "Who is it, boy?" He exaggerated the enthusiasm of his voice. "Go get her."

Miracle barked louder this time as he stood, his tail half wagging. Sam continued to encourage him along. The clatter of claws echoed against the concrete as Miracle finally took the initiative to investigate for himself. Sam waited for you and Miracle to return to the library, and he waited some more, but soon he found himself wandering the halls, hoping to check up on you.

You stood on the threshold of your old room. Everything was in place just as Dean had left it. The bed was neatly made, the weaponry displayed on the mantel, and the few touches you added. You couldn't bear to remove your items from the room but couldn't bear to sleep there either. Miracle sat patiently at your side, his tail thumping against the ground. He pawed at your leg, and you half-heartedly ran your fingers over his soft fur. Miracle nudged you further, hoping for more effort, but was happy to receive any amount of attention. Your duffle fell at your side; unpacking would halve to wait until tomorrow. All that had happened in this room replayed in your memory.

"Hey," Sam called from down the hall. You had been near radio-silent; he was anxious for an update, but more importantly, how you were holding up. "How'd the hunt turn out?

When he reached you, his brow furrowed, and his features dropped. Your eyes were red, and your cheeks were puffy. Even without the sniffle topping it off, it was obvious you had been crying.

"What happened?" He asked. "Are you hurt?"

The levees you had forced up to walk back in here broke yet again. So many tears had been wept it was impossible to believe more would come, but they did. They poured out.

"Oh, Y/N," Sam's voice shuttered.

He grabbed you by the arm, forcing you against himself. His solid frame anchored you and held you so tightly it almost hurt. Sam was the only rock you had left to stand against the pounding waves. Your cries of anguish muffled into his flannel. Sam had thought he, too, had run out of tears to cry, yet holding you in your shared pain caused his eyes to well up. He tucked your head under his chin, hoping to provide you comfort, and protection, and peace like a hen gathering chicks under her wings. For what seemed like an eternity, you held each other there, sharing and spilling tears until you were too exhausted to shed any more.

Your voice was worn and hoarse, but you had to ask, desperate for a ray of hope. "Will it ever stop hurting?"

Sam sighed. "I don't know." He answered honestly.

And you didn't even know if you wanted it to. The pain, the loss, the grief, it made Dean real. It meant your time together on this earth had meant something. And the memories, the visions, imaging he was still with you, though they burned, they let him live on.

You buried yourself further into Sam. "I miss him so much."

"Me too, Y/N. Me too."

---

[scarfacemarston]

Hiii ☺️

I’ve never sent you anything before because I’m not great at trying to meet new people but one of the reasons I followed you was because of your love for RDR! It’s one of my favourite games of all time, I’m a sucker for Abigail thou 🤭

Do you have any headcannons with Abigail x Fem! Reader? (Totally okay if not!) & if not, is there anything you would like to share about her?

Hey! So good to hear from you! I've followed your blog for awhile! :) I'm a sucker for Abigail, too. It's a problem. I have actually lots written for Abigail! If you look at my Abigail Roberts x reader tab, you'll find a lot of things. There are some prompts that you'll have to scroll through to get to the writing, but it's there! So, I decided to do something I've never done before and go with Modern AU! Abigail. I've never done that before and I thought it would be fun to try out. If you would prefer I write new hc's with canon, Abigail, that's fine, too! (Note: Lauren Cohan is my fc for Abigail in rp, so that's why she's here.)

Background: She grew up in the foster system after her parents passed away. She was an overachiever in high school and wanted to claw her way past the girl she was in the foster system. However, her dreams for college were put on hold when she became pregnant with Jack, and even more so once she became a single mother. She did underwear modeling and worked in a dive bar for extra money. (It seemed more likely FOR HER than her becoming an escort or a cam girl, but those are valid hc's.)

Four years later, she is amicably co-parenting with John and has an associate's degree in agriculture and business. Now, she has a small farm with fresh organic produce, animal goods like milk and eggs, flowers, and the occasional candle. She is happily in a relationship with the F!reader.

* You insist on helping her at the farmers' markets on the weekends, which is her busiest time selling products. She always attempts to talk you out of it, but you find it rewarding. You watch in awe as the businesswoman in her truly blossoms and the passion she has for her work. 

* You surprise her with wanting to visit other farmer's markets. Sometimes, it's "secret shopper" missions, but a lot of time, it's just holding hands, picking out products, and eating samples. 

* Lots of baths together! She loves to cuddle and the intimacy it can bring.

* You help her cook and bake a lot. She has a huge passion for it, but she just can't get the hang of it. I think she is better with cooking and baking in the modern AU than in canon, but she could still use some help. However, she can make a great chili! It's canonically her favorite food besides chocolate. 

* She can make a mean cocktail. She doesn't drink a lot anymore, but she loves wine, rum, and whisky. However, she worked at a bar while caring for Jack to help put her through school and learned a lot while waiting tables. 

* She is always so thankful for any time you spend with Jack. Liking Jack is a requirement. He comes first in any relationship. However, she does NOT expect you to babysit him, but she is incredibly thankful and falls in love with you a bit more each time you do something with him. 

* With you, she is used to being the big spoon, but she loves to be surprised with being the little spoon sometimes. 

* Blankets everywhere! Big chunky ones are her favorite. Example here: Her goal is to make her own! She is not really into the pillow craze. 

*She canonically loves chocolate. Bonus if the chocolate has a bit of liquor in it. It's her guilty pleasure, but she has to keep it far from Jack.  * Don't play a card game against her; you WILL lose. Especially poker. She's also great at board games. It was the only type of games the foster homes had. However, she doesn't play as many video games. You've been slowly introducing her to games. Right now, she likes to relax with Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing. She'll also play with Jack or watch you play games. 

[robinsno1lesbian]

i've been boxing at the gym lately and i've just been thinking about boxer!robin as a trainer............... and her wrapping my hands and putting my gloves on homoerotically ...... - 🌼

boxer!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1466

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), a bit of fluff maybe??, sexual tension, light smut, oral, reader is head over heels for boxer!robin, oh also i don't know shit about boxing so if things don't add up please pretend they do!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hi anon! i'm so sorry that it took me this long to get to your request, life has been pretty busy lately and people are flooding my inbox with their thoughts (not complaining one bit!!) either way i'm so sorry and i hope this makes up :)

this is really short but i'm trying to work through my inbox right now so i hope you don't mind!

you truly don't mean to gape at her like that.

god knows you've tried to turn your gaze away from her wandering hands. tried to focus on anything other than her fingers.

how fast they can work while she is securing the tape, using her teeth to hold it in place.

what a sight.

she is sitting across the room from you and her eyes are too busy with her own hands to notice your shameless staring.

she's got her legs the slightest bit spread, giving you just enough of a chance to see her athletically built thighs.

robin has her hair pinned up to keep it out of her face during training. she is wearing a pair of black shorts and a matching sports bra.

she has been doing this for a bit longer than you.

at first, you weren't exactly sure about it.

boxing really didn't seem like your thing. but after the events of 1986, robin had convinced herself (and you, after some time) that it was for the best if you worked on your own physical strength.

and this had been her solution.

and while you might have had your doubts at first, this turned about to be one of the best ideas robin has ever had.

not because you enjoy boxing that much. it's fun, sure, and a great way to keep yourself fit. but it's obvious that robin enjoys it more than you do.

what delights you about the sport is watching your girlfriend.

you hate to admit it but it's hot. it's so hot.

you love watching her during training, slightly bouncing on her feet in front of her opponent, arms swinging forward in hard punches with her newly gained strength.

or after training, when she's panting and a thin layer of sweat is covering her muscle.

when she undresses right in front of you, pulling her top over her head, her back on full display for you and steps under the hot steam of the shower with an inviting smile over her shoulder.

it is hot, there is no point in denying it.

but robin hasn't just gained strength, she has also gained muscle too.

not enough for anyone to notice on a daily basis really, it's always hidden beneath her rather baggy clothes.

you know though.

from all the times you have undressed her ever since. from the way her muscles harden beneath your touch, how her abs flex -caused by your lips against them.

from the way she picks you up with such ease and holds you up against whatever surface she can find and for however long it takes until you're shaking in pleasure.

her hands snap you back to reality. they are all wrapped up now, protected for the training that's to come.

"your turn" she rasps and reaches out.

"oh- y-yeah" you stammer and press your legs together as you give her your hands.

the memories of the previous nights are still running circles on your mind and the fact that she looks so damn good while she is working on your hand wrapping isn't helping.

"are you okay?" robin asks, brows furrowed in concentration while she is working.

"i- uhm- sure" her question has caught you off guard again.

and robin knows, judging by the way she is biting her tongue to press her sheepish grin.

your eyes move down, away from her face and to where your palm is laying in hers.

she's got one hand holding yours in place, thumb securing the hand wrapping, while the other is winding it around your hand.

she does it with such care, it gives your heart a flutter.

always gentle when she turns around your hand by the wrist to give herself better access, her fingers occasionally stroking over your knuckles in the process.

robin is always this careful with you of course, unless you ask her not to be.

but it's even sweeter like this; in the process of getting your hands ready for your shared hobby.

she does a great job in making sure your hands are well protected and she runs her fingertips over your wrists occasionally, soothing you.

the sensation sends shivers down your body. you shouldn't like this the way you currently do.

the shaky exhale falls from your lips on its own accord when she finishes up the first hand and presses her lips to each one of your fingertips.

you look up only to find her staring at you already. her index is ghosting over your wrists, tracing along the visible veins beneath your skin when she drops your hand and picks up the other to repeat the same process all over.

she is still gentle but her hands move with more purpose now, touch firm and not just brief brushes of skin against skin.

robin is biting her lip and her eyes are full of love and adoration and yet there's also something else in there. some hunger.

the kind you know all too well.

you swallow and she smiles, looks around to make sure you're all alone in the changing rooms and leans down to kiss your lips softly.

you sigh against her mouth and you can feel a smile creep up her cheeks.

she means to kiss you softly but you can't help yourself but wrap your arms around her and part your lips to invite her to lick into your mouth.

robin chuckles and her fingers run over the soft skin of your cheeks.

"come on" she whispers against your mouth.

"but-" you're about to protest, but robin cuts you off.

"later, sweet girl"

she turns around and grabs your set of gloves from the bag. you roll your eyes playfully but nod.

"good" she holds the glove for you to slip your hand inside.

there is nothing special about this, nothing scandalous or sexual. and yet you nearly choke on your own spit when she steps closer to put it on.

robin holds your gaze when she finishes tying them together, her fingers doing all the work well coordinated.

god, this is not gonna end well for you...

⋆

as soon as the door has shut on your way in, robin strips out of her sweat-soaked clothes and makes her way to the bathroom down the hall.

just like she has done countless times already. and yet it always works.

you drop the bag to the ground and your jaw practically drops as you stare at her backside: strong shoulders pushing up clothing pieces as she walks.

your mouth is watering at the sight of it.

"will you join me already?" she calls over her shoulder.

that's how you end up pressed against the tiles of the shower, with robin between your legs.

her hair is freshly washed and still wet, one palm flat against your belly while the other is between your legs.

she's got one thrown over her shoulder to allow her mouth the best possible access to your dripping center.

your head has fallen back long ago and you have lost the strength to keep your eyes open.

so you simply let it all happen, allowing robin to have you however she pleases.

"god robin" you whimper when she pushes a second finger into you, perfectly synchronized with the strokes of her tongue. "just like that"

the woman below you pushes her hair out of her face and stares up at you in amazement.

she loves that she can get you like this, that she holds the power to have your body shaking in pleasure.

"fuck- i'm gonna- i'm- god-"

"again?" robin chuckles, tongue still lapping at your cunt. "are you gonna cum for me again?"

she says it as if she's mocking you for it, but you know better than that. you know she wants this, wants her pretty face covered in your release.

pants of oh god, robin, and fuck fall from your lips as your orgasm washes over you and you arch your back against her face to have her just a little closer.

with robin's sweet praise in your ear, the vibrations of it going straight to your center, you cum over her.

[vampireimiko]

A Romantic Evening

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, ooc bruce but idfc !! other than that, none really ^_^

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, love me some bruce wayne 🫶🏾

Valentines Day, a day where family, friends, and lovers got together and expressed their love for one another. Whether it be through acts of kindness or gifts. Bruce had never felt the need to celebrate Valentine's Day after what happened to his parents.

Who would he celebrate it with after all? Since he was The Batman, he'd just seen it as another day of fighting crime and stopping another villain from pulling off an elaborate scheme. Sure, Alfred would give him presents and chocolates through the years, until Bruce wanted him to stop.

He just didn't understand the whole Valentine's Day thing. That was until he met you. The day Bruce met you, he swears up and down you changed his life. He'd told you he'd never felt the urge to just get to know someone so bad.

You stuck through everything with Bruce. Through the late nights he'd come home battered and bruised, or the nights where he'd have nightmares. You'd make sure he took care of himself. You were there to patch him up or hold him whenever he needed it. You made him feel whole.

That's why tonight he decided to do something special for you tonight. He asked Alfred to make your favorite dish followed by your favorite dessert. All the while he started planning your surprise at your apartment. Bruce Wayne, planning a surprise? He'd laugh in your face if you told him he'd be doing this a few years back.

"Baby, do you wanna tell me why I have a blindfold on right now? And what smells so good in here?" You questioned as Bruce led you through your apartment to what you think was your dining area. You only got a 'tch' in response followed by a

"You talk too much." He said with a small smile on his face. You'd roll your eyes at him right now if you could.

Before you could respond to him, your blindfold was taken off and welcomed by a table full of your favorite dishes. You looked at the food and back to Bruce.

"Bruce.. did you do this for me?" You asked in a softer tone.

"Of course I did, darling. I want to let you know how much I care for you and absolutely adore you. This is one of the many things I have planned for you tonight." He responded, while rubbing his thumb over your cheek and looking deeply into your brown eyes.

God this man knew exactly how to make you melt.

"Thank you baby. Truly. Now let's sit down and eat I'm hungry as hell!" You giggled as you walked over to your chair and sat down as Bruce did the same. All the food tasted as amazing as it looked. Everything was cook and seasoned to your definition of perfection. You'd have to tell Alfred thank you for that.

During the dinner you and Bruce discussed various topics such as the time you two first met and how shy he seemed in front of you, or the time he first asked you out. After dinner, Bruce told you to go to your bedroom and you found a massage bed (idfk what they're called😭).

"Undress for me and I'll give you the best massage you've ever had." He said rolling up his shirt sleeves as you checked him out.

"Oh? Anything for you while your standing here looking like this." You said grabbing the robe he gave you and running towards the bathroom to undress and put it on. Fast forward to you massage, it felt absolutely heavenly.

"Oh god.. Bruce right there. Agh! Yes, thats the spot. How did you get so good at this?" You asked while in pure bliss. He laughed in response and told you to not worry about it and just focus on how it felt. You had no complaints about that.

After that godsent massage, Bruce ran you a bath. A nice bubble bath with rose petals floating around inside. Accompanied by a very nice glass of wine.

"You really mean business today, no? If I knew you were doing all this I would've gotten you something my love." You spoke looking at him while he sat at your side on the outside of the bath.

"You don't have to get me anything I promise. Just knowing your here with me and have been with me all these years is enough. At this point I'm not even sure I could live without you. You put up with all my antics and have stuck beside me despite everything I've been through. I truly do love you." Bruce said looking you dead in the eyes.

Leaning over, you placed a tender but sweet kiss on his lips, then you started to deepen it. After a few seconds you both pulled away for a breath of air.

"I love you so much Bruce. Never forget that."

After your bath, Bruce had prepared some cute lingerie pajamas for you to put on. He'd bought you outfits, shoes, jewelry, and perfume. He would surely buy you more if you wanted that. All you had to do was ask.

"These are the sexiest and cutest pajamas I have ever seen." You said while checking yourself out in the full body mirror you had in your room. The lingerie hugged all your curves in the right places. It was your favorite color, and most importantly comfortable. In the background you could see Bruce re-entering the room holding a tray.

"Oh my goodness, you didn't." You said in a excited tone while jumping up and down.

"Oh but I did."

On the tray was your favorite dessert followed by a few chocolate covered strawberries. He really wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to spoil you.

Bruce had really managed to make you feel special tonight. Not like you didn't feel special already, Bruce just rarely expressed his feelings and when he did, you felt elated.

"Baby, I know I've said it so much tonight, but thank you. You've made this the best valentine's day ever. I truly do adore you." You said stroking his cheek while taking the tray away from him.

"Now, lets get this show on the road!" You added on while climbing into bed with Bruce following close behind you.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; AYEEE THIS WAS KINDA LONGGG.. i hate it ^_^ UHM HAPPY VALENTINES DAY BABES 🤎 i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs are appreciated and you can find more of my works on my pinned <33

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[lovejosephquinn]

I don’t know if you’re taking requests but if so, something where reader tells Joe “I love you” for the first time and it’s all mushy and sweet and just overall fluffy? Thank you! 🫶🏻

Always taking requests. One mushy little blurb coming right up ❤

Thank you for requesting angel x

Meeting Joseph was by chance, getting to know him and dating him for the past 6 weeks was purely magical but the day he'd ask you to be his girlfriend was a scene out of a romantic movie, he'd purely put the theatrics on, the way this man just purely screamed romance gave you every reason not to say no; you'd got your rose petal in a hotel room moment tonight.

To celebrate he took you out for a fancy pants meal, you wore an over the top dress especially for the occasion, relishing in the fact that you felt attractive and rich for the first time in your life; purely down to the man on your arm, in a nutshell; you felt lucky.

Clinking your glasses of champagne together and ordering your meals you chatted away, flirted your sweet nothings at each other and Joe's eyes burnt into yours the whole time, his gaze intense which gave a special feeling to the evening that you were the only thing he was interested in looking at.

As you urged a rather girly giggle at something he just said (something you weren't aware could be created from you until you met Joe, he brought this out of you), his smile lovingly grew not just from his mouth, it travelled to his eyes too, making them twinkle under the dimmed lighting of the restaurant, his dimples showed and his face looked purely enamoured.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" You smirked, taking a sip of your drink to hide the way he made your cheeks flush.

"You're just so beautiful Y/N. I can't help it." Joe reached his hand to meet yours in the middle of the table, taking his fingers and intertwining them together.

Your cheeks were now crimson, unable to hide it you worked it off as best you could. "Oh stop it-"

"I can't help but look at you the way I do, when I love someone I-"

His lips pressed together, shutting himself up suddenly. You were unsure if those words just actually slipped out of his mouth or maybe you were that busy being lost in his gooey chocolate eyes that you'd imagined it.

"D-did I just hear that? W-when you love someone?" You stuttered out your reply.

"You heard correct." Joe whispered lowly, his cheeks now matching the colour of yours.

"Tell me again in fewer words this time, handsome." His thumb stroked over your knuckles, his smile rising back to it's perfect stature, leaning down he pressed a kiss onto where it had just brushed, earning himself a breath of confidence.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I- How?" You felt like you could of sobbed with happiness but you needed an explanation as to why, you'd never felt worthy of him in the first place, though you'd never done anything bad to prove otherwise.

"How? You've shown me the best almost 2 months of my life, you're beautiful, you're funny, you're accepting of who I am, you're everything I could of ever wished for; like if I had to create the perfect woman in a machine, she'd be you. I asked you to be mine tonight because it was right, because I'm falling in love with you and because you're one of the best things to happen to me. I'd do anything for you. I wouldn't say it unless I meant it. I. Love. You."

Your palms were sweating, your mouth was dry and the tears that fell from your eyes were right on queue. He had a way with words and they all screamed honesty and it was all reciprocated. You'd fallen in love with this man truly the moment you laid eyes on him.

"Ditto, you're amazing. I love you too Joey."

"You mean it?" Joe bit down on his lip and the way you nodded as fast you did could of been seen as purposely giving yourself whiplash.

"Tell me again." He asked quietly. Joe's eyes filled, twinkling the tears as he blinked and they streamed down your face the same as yours.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." You repeated.

"Alright alright, I get it." He winked, clearly showing his sarcasm amongst his ability to be super corny, pouting his lips towards yours and puckering a kiss your way. The bark of laughter that left your mouth after, the both of you wiping your tears away with your napkins.

"Forever?" He whispered.

"And ever." You purred.

[ablogofsapphicpanic]

If you're taking more prompts how about 2. I never thought we’d have a last kiss. For Helion x LOA please. 😊 Thank you.

What's this? Me answering this literally months later and in the middle of the night because I can't sleep and got a stroke of muse for it? More likely than you think.

I hope you enjoy it! It is angsty but lmao, look at the prompt you sent. Idk what people usually put before these so I'm going to shut up now.

Edit: Posted to Ao3 here!

Helion hadn’t been paying attention to where he was walking. There truly weren’t many options for where to go in this wretched place, and even fewer places where there was any inkling of privacy. Not that he expected much these days, with all of Prythian’s courts trapped here by Amarantha. For five years they had suffered Under the Mountain, their people suffered on the surface, with no sign of freedom from the only person who could give it to them.

His absent wandering, probably a poor idea on his part, brought him to an empty room - or nearly empty. It was the red hair that caught his eye first, red hair that had been taunting him for five years now. But what stopped him in his tracks was the russet eyes meeting his for more than a fleeting second. That hadn’t happened for much longer than five years, and it caught him off guard.

The owner of said eyes was seemingly caught off guard as well from the way they widened almost immediately as the door shut behind him, leaving them alone together in the room. She was so close to him, closer than they had been in decades. Since she had left him in the middle of the night and never come back. How they had been found out by Beron, he still didn’t know, but he knew it had happened. What else could explain the sudden shift in her? In them?

“Excuse me, High Lord,” she murmured, breaking his train of thought as she tried to step around him, either not noticing the door on the other end of the room, or wanting to take the quickest exit possible.

Unbidden, his hand reached out and caught Tana’s wrist. His fingers overlapped as his hand closed around the smooth skin there, but his grip was loose enough that she could break it by simply continuing to walk. She didn’t, but she didn’t turn back to look at him again. “High Lord?” he asked, intending for the words to come out teasing, but he knew the hurt broke through. “I don’t recall you ever being so formal with me when -” when we were alone.

“Things were different then, and you didn’t bear the title yet,” Tana replied when he couldn’t finish the sentence, still not looking at him. “High Lord, this is hardly the time or the place for this.”

She was right. They were alone, but that didn’t always mean something down here. The warning in her words was obvious, but he couldn’t stop himself as his thumb trailed light circles over her wrist, disappearing under the deep purple fabric of her sleeve before coming back down to brush over the pulse point there. “And yet, it might be the only place I get to do this. This is as alone as we’ve been for centuries now.”

“Whatever there once might have been, it can hardly continue. Especially not here, not now. Our business together is done, High Lord. I suggest you come to terms with that fact.”

“Business? Is that what you consider our time together?” Helion asked, this time not even trying to mask the hurt as anything else. “Tana, I don’t know what happened, what changed, but it’s not too late -”

“You’re right, you don’t,” she interrupted, finally turning back to face him. But she still didn’t break his grip. It almost seemed as if she shifted closer to him as she turned, so she wouldn’t break it. Like she needed that touch as much as he did. “You don’t know what happened, so you should refrain from making any promises. What we had was a mutually beneficial arrangement, nothing more, that is over now.”

“Nothing more?” he repeated, somewhat indignantly, his eyes searching her face. Her expression remained cold and guarded, and he knew he was showing too much of himself. He never could help it with her. “It certainly seemed like it was more to me - and to you.”

It had been the wrong thing to say by the way something in Tana’s expression snapped. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth tightened, and there was a drawn out silence as she regarded him again. “Whatever it was, it no longer is. Nor will it ever be again,” she said, but there was something behind the cold words that gave his stupid heart that belonged wholly to the female in front of him a spark of hope.

Helion took a half a step closer, allowing himself more of that foolish hope when she didn’t move away in response. His eyes were locked on her expression again, but they dropped down to her lips when they parted in surprise. He forced them back up to meet hers before he spoke again. “I never thought we’d have a last kiss,” he whispered.

Her eyes shuttered in response to his confession, and though she still looked at him, it was as if she refused to see him. “Everything comes to an end. This already has.”

“Tana…” Helion had to actively refrain from tightening his grip. What had he expected? For her to correct him? To say that they hadn’t? That the time would come for their next? He was a fool, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I just want to make things right. To do things right by you.”

“What’s done is done, Helion,” she said. And damn him if hearing Tana say his name after all those years didn’t almost bring him to his knees. “You’d do well to give up on - on the past.” On me, she had been about to say, and he knew it. Just like he knew there was something she was holding back from him, something different from the piece of herself she had always held back before. He regarded her silently, like he might figure out what it was.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she all but demanded when he was silent a beat too long. A force to be reckoned with as she all but expected he change how he saw her in a moment, all because she told him to. She always had been, from the moment they’d met at that fateful ball. He had known then she would be his undoing, but his young, foolish self couldn’t have ever imagined this being how.

“You telling me to give up isn’t going to suddenly make me.” His free hand reached up before she could answer again, and reiterate the words he couldn’t stand to hear again. He couldn’t help himself as his knuckles brushed over her cheek and lingered there. “Let me help you. Whatever it is that you don’t want to ask of me, ask. Please. I know there’s something you won’t say. But there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I thought you knew that.” Her eyes closed for the briefest of seconds as she gave into his touch, whatever barriers she had put up against him beginning to crumble.

Only for them to snap back into place in an instant as the door behind him started to open. Helion turned to look the moment he heard the doorknob twist, his hand falling from her face. She took advantage of his momentary distraction - though he would have let her leave the second she tried to pull away - before the door even cracked an inch, his other hand was closed around empty air. 

When he turned back to look at her, his mouth opening like he might protest, all he saw was a flash of long red hair and purple skirts before the door snapped shut with a resounding click.

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(sfw) snuggles with sev im BEGGING YOU BESTIE

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Sev will never, and I truly mean never, initiate snuggles on his own. Ever. On the one hand, it's one of those things that doesn't often cross his mind to begin with. Just does not occur to him. On the other, in the rare moments he does realize he wants to be physically closer to his beloved, he's far too scared to admit it. He'll him and haw in his mind over whether to bring it up, how to ask for such a thing, is this really the right moment, what if his partner's too busy, what if they make a big deal about it and tease him...?

Even once he is snuggling, he won't admit just how much he loves it. But thankfully his partner knows him far too well to be ignorant to his feelings. They can feel his muscles relax beneath him, can hear the ever-so-quiet sigh escape his lips. They just know he's comfortable. He won't readjust his position but will allow his partner to move his limbs around if needed. He also won't do much caressing unless asked. Again, these things just don't occur to him. But he will always do as he's asked without fuss, and he likes that whatever it is - stroking their hair, laying back, holding them tight - it seems to make his partner so happy.

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"Credit for your thoughts?"

It was a question you asked him often, usually when he seemed especially lost in his head, brooding or concentrating. Sometimes he just snapped out of his thoughts, shook his head at you, and resumed the activity he'd been doing. Sometimes he did share a bit of what was on his mind.

"'snothing," he mumbled in response to your question this time, though his helmet still lay in his lap untouched, along with the abandoned wash rag. His leg started to twitch and his fingers tapped idly on the edge of the couch cushion between you. He glanced over at you and then shyly looked away when he saw you were still paying attention.

"Doesn't look like nothing," you prodded just a bit. He was acting very odd. Like he had something he wanted to say, or do, but for some reason kept talking himself out of it.

"I'm... tired..." he said vaguely. He promptly moved his helmet to rest onto the side table and tried to settle back into the couch, but you could tell there was still some tension in his body, an anxiousness in his eyes, to where he couldn't quite relax.

You were pretty sure now that you knew what he wanted, the thing he couldn't bring himself to say. As you spent more and more time together, you were picking up on more and more of his little mannerisms. You'd test the waters, little experiments almost, to confirm your suspicions. The more you were right, the more confident you'd be in the next instance. It was annoying that you had to go about it this way, that he couldn't just say what he was feeling like other people. But it was also kind of fun to have your own ways of figuring him out, especially when no one else could.

"You want something," you stated. You hadn't yet tested your theory about this particular set of behaviors, so you took the opportunity.

He glared over at you silently, but shifted in his seat. His way of saying you were right.

"What do you want?" you now asked a question. You tried to keep your voice level, not too demanding, but firm enough.

"Nothing," he huffed. Now you could see him concentrating hard on keeping his gaze dead straight ahead, but you knew he wasn't really paying attention to anything happening on the holo-screen.

"Do you want... to go take a nap?"

You studied his face and saw no reaction, still just quiet determination to not look at you. You tried again.

"Do you want me to get some food?"

Nothing.

"How about a massage?"

He breathed in a little heavier. You were on the right track, but not quite there yet.

"Snuggles?"

Bingo. There is was. A nervous flick of his eyes to yours. Another shifting of his body. A flex of his hand as it retreated closer to his thigh.

"Sev," you put a slight coo to your voice, "do you want to snuggle with me?"

He remained as still as a statue, holding his breath, averting his gaze. Oh he wanted this so bad, didn't he. You could see the restraint practically rippling through him. It would've been comical if you weren't so generous when it came to your love.

"Well, I want to snuggle." You knew the only way to put him out of his misery was to make it seem like it was your idea. You'd accepted long ago that this man would rather die than admit his feelings.

He finally looked fully over at you as soon as you said the words, and almost by instinct his arm started to shift open, inviting you over. You gave him a grin, a smile that would reflect joy for the both of you, and then scooted over. Your body molded onto his, your head rested on the upper part of his chest. You sighed and almost missed the sigh he gave in return.

"Hold me, Sev," you whispered against his chest. He obliged immediately. His arms wrapped around your frame, resting comfortably, securely. And then his body started to relax beneath you, all that unnecessary tension and embarrassment practically melting away into the cushions. Once again, he got what he wanted without having to admit it. But you didn't care, because who were you kidding, you wanted this moment, too.

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Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 7

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Figaro: Sure, why not. I don't dislike how stubborn the two of you can be about this kind of thing.

Snow: Then we shall have you accompany us, Figaro dear.

White: Put that good nature up where everyone can see it!

Snow & White: Yaaaay!

Figaro: Alright. We're good and virtuous wizards, after all.

The twins cackled gleefully and disappeared into the depths of the exhibit hall with Figaro, and Murr and Shylock followed after them.

Murr: Hey, wouldn't it be easier for us to curry favor with the masses if some sort of crazy incident happened?

Shylock: Certainly, if the opportunity arises. But to desire such an opportunity before it arises…

Murr: Is that bad?

Shylock: No. You may desire whatever it is you wish. One never truly wants something bad to happen, but the seductive song of "What if?" is still irresistible.

Murr: What a good attitude! Let's imagine all the exciting possibilities together!

Shylock: Fufu. Unfortunately, that's not our role to play this time. It's far too easy to let any expectations slip our minds as we get enraptured by the extraordinary exhibits on display.

Murr: True enough! It'd be a tragedy if I didn't enjoy the fun stuff right in front of me and miss the chance to enjoy them forever!

Shylock: Of course. Now, shall we be off? Let us enjoy what we've been invited to enjoy to our hearts' content.

Faust was the next one to step forward, and a step behind was Lennox's large shadow across the floorboards.

Faust: I'm not exactly interested in doing this, but…if we're on official business, then that's that. I don't want to deal with the aftermath if something happens and they blame us for not dealing with it.

Lennox: It would just invite even more misunderstandings. You don't want the younger wizards getting yelled at during an emergency, right?

Faust: That's not why I'm doing this.

Lennox: The security arrangements are fairly rough. Shall we see if there's anywhere that needs an extra hand or two?

Faust: Yeah… This is a pretty big place, and it doesn't sound like all of the magic items on display are clustered together. Let's start from the top floor and work our way down.

Lennox: Alright. I'll stay with you.

Faust: Thanks. If you see anything weird, let me know so I can check it out. While I'm doing that, you can keep other visitors away from the exhibit in question while making sure they don't panic for no reason, and guide them out in case anything bad happens… Or…wait. Why are you going with me? Go somewhere else.

Lennox: But if I'm going to do anything, I think it'd be best for me to do what you just said.

Faust: …

Lennox: Should I not?

Faust: …Whatever. Do what you want.

Lennox: Yes, I most certainly will.

Nero: Hey, Riquet, I heard there's gonna be a buffet at the party on the last day.

Riquet: A…"buffet"…?

Nero held up a pamphlet to try and show Riquet what he was talking about, but Bradley snatched it out of his hands. He scanned it and whistled.

Bradley: Means y'get to pile yer plate with nothin' but stuff you like. You can take whatever you want and eat whatever you want. Lessee… Damn, they're gonna be serving a whole lot. I don't mind attendin' parties if it means I can eat my fill of good grub.

Riquet: Only eating the things you want to… Would one not fall into depravity?

Bradley: Hey, what's wrong with a little depravity here and there? You should do whatever you want and only what you want. You've never had the chance to eat in a place like this before, yeah?

Riquet: That's simply not right. Besides, with so many options, I'm not sure I'd know what to pick…

Nero: It's fine t' not know what you want. There's so many fancy n' interestin' things to pick from, after all. The time you spend decidin' what you want is another part of your dinin' experience.

Riquet: …Really?

Nero: They'll have your favorite bread pudding too, I bet.

Riquet: Will you be the one making it?

Nero: Nah, not me.

Riquet: …Oh, I see.

Nero: They've got chefs way better at what they do than me here, y'know.

Riquet: But I like your cooking.

Nero: Haha, I'm honored. If you see anythin' you like at the party, lemme know. I can make it for you back at the manor, too.

Bradley: Hell yeah. The more the Central tiny asks you to make, the more we've got on the menu.

Riquet: Yes!

Mithra: I know what a buffet is. It's that thing where if you don't eat every single dish in front of you, you'll be killed…

Mitile: They do not kill you at a buffet! It's perfectly fine to only serve yourself what you want.

Mithra: How much of what I want? Is it fine if I eat everything all on my own?

Mitile: I don't…think that's against the rules, but still, it's not polite to keep it all to yourself. You're supposed to share it with everyone.

Mithra: Well, we'll see how I feel about it. Where's this "buffet" being displayed?

Mitile: The buffet isn't one of the exhibits…

Owen: Literally whatever. I have exactly zero interest in that pathetic of a reward. Can I leave now?

Rustica: Why not wait to decide if you have no interest in it after you look around a bit first? A reward that pleases you more than a party or a lavish feast might just fall into your hands.

Chloe: Right, right! It'd be a waste if you let something like that just get away from you.

Owen: There's no way there's going to be anything I like in a place like this.

Chloe: Then where would it be?

Owen: …Somewhere?

Rustica: If it exists somewhere in the world, then it's entirely possible that this is that "somewhere". You might find it today, or perhaps tomorrow. Or in a hundred years or so.

Owen: That sounds awful. Can I sew that noisy mouth of yours closed?

Rustica: I think I'd rather have my ears sewn shut, actually. Having my ears blocked off means I'd be able to hear the sounds that come from within me, yes? I'd be very excited to hear what my heart has to say to me. So please, feel free. Sew me up.

Owen: …You're really incomprehensible.

Chloe: Hey, it looks like everyone else already left! Look, Cain is waving at us.

Cain: Heeeey! Don't get lost in the displays!

Owen: Excuse me? I'm not lost.

Rustica: But would you like to be?

Owen: You can't get lost on purpose.

Chloe: Rustica's great at getting lost.

Rustica: Fufu. I sure am. But perhaps… It's because I want to be lost. Thank you so much, Chloe.

Chloe: Huh, did I do something for you?

Rustica: But of course… It's because I have someone who will look for me that I can become lost in the first place.

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Arthur: This statue…

Cain: Oh, Arthur. Something up?

Arthur: Look at this.

Cain: This statue's pretty freaky. It's got so many tails coming out of it. What's this thing's name… "Oz"?

Oz: …Is something wrong, you two?

Arthur: Lord Oz! N-no, it's nothing…

Oz: Did you see this sculpture?

Arthur: Ack!

Cain: I thought it was a sculpture of some sort of wicked beast, but apparently it's a representation of the "historical" Oz. They'll say basically anything about you, huh?

Oz: I have no interest in the form others claim I have. Let them create whatever they wish.

Arthur: Still… It's downright unacceptable that your name is so closely associated with monsters that are barely even human, and that exhibitions of such creatures continue to be put on display. I will speak with the host and have him do away with this statue in the name of truth…

Cain: Hmm? Hey, this statue's title has a number next to it. This is Oz number 9.

Arthur: What?

Cain: Let's see, this one's #1… 2… 3… Looks like this whole section is nothing but sculptures of Oz.

Oz: All of them, you say… There are roughly twenty of them in total.

Arthur: These must have been created after truly extensive research into the legends surrounding you, Lord Oz. Such hard work and skill should be celebrated, I agree, but…

Oz: The tail and shape of the skull on this one are reminiscent of the Leviathan.

Cain: No matter what each one looks like, they all have a sense of dignity and majesty to them. Seeing this many Ozes lined up is still a pretty impressive thing to witness. Hey, Oz. Can you stand over there for a sec?

Oz: …Like this?

Cain: Yeah, that's perfect. At the center of this forest of facsimiles of the one and only Lord Oz stands the real deal… It's like you've become part of the artistry on display here.

Arthur: … Even so. These grotesqueries don't resemble Lord Oz in the slightest. The real one is the coolest by far.

Cain: Haha, you got that right. The best one is best for a reason!

Oz: …

Arthur: I know… Lord Oz, could you stand over here next?

Oz: Alright.

Arthur: What do you think, Cain? Now it looks like Lord Oz has vanquished a terrible beast…

Cain: Hey, you're right. There's a real air of power now! Like he's the absolute pinnacle of Ozes.

Arthur: The other ones aren't Lord Oz.

Cain: No, see, I mean the vibes we've got going on here. Hm… I don't want to abandon this other position, though. Hey Oz, this time can you go over there?

Oz: …

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Faust: This is an impressive collection of rare gems from all five countries… It's not like I'm a geology expert, but this is still a sight worth seeing. They're all high-quality stones, too. I think they said the host is an art dealer? He's got quite the eye.

Lennox: The security is very thorough as well. As Lords Snow and White said, our host must be quite powerful on the political stage.

Nero: Yeah, these rocks are all on a completely different level from the ones y'might see in a town marketplace or in stands on the street. They're all valuable enough to deserve bein' on display in an event like this.

Faust: Leno, look at this. It says this ore was mined in Southern Country. It's beautiful.

Lennox: Most of the South is still unexplored. There's a lot of talk about mineral veins in areas that don't see a lot of people.

Bradley: Oho, so you're sayin' there's a whole treasure trove no one's managed to get their grubby hands on yet? Sounds like pioneerin' could make you a ton of cash.

Nero: Brad… I didn't realize you were lookin' at this too. I thought you'd left already.

Bradley: If I up and left the hags would make my life hell. Even if I'm jus' goin' through the motions of helpin' out, I'm still goin' through em. Way more important is that these gems are lookin' pretty valuable. And you're sayin' they're just rollin' around in the South?

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A good soldier

Quarritch!recom x reader

Part 3

🐟 Summary: Getting tired of Quaritch harsh style of command you start to take interest in Lyle Waynfleet who also doesn't seems so uninterested himself.

🐟 themes: same as last time, a bit of love, jealousy this time, banter xD

🐟 Characters: Lt. Quarritch as recom, Lyle Waynfleet, Zdinarsk

🐟Warnings: none :)

🐠 Note: since y'all seem to especially like the first part I hope this lives up to the expectations. A bit of jealousy seems to always go well ;) Feel free to recommend or suggest anything else !

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"You know y/n he isn't always like this," Lyle muttered while senselessly scrolling through his datapad. 

"He can take great care of you when you are his teammate. Sure, he can be harsh, well almost brutal, but he's a good man. A great soldier too."

"Sure thing"  you answer him slowly nodding along to his rambling of the last few minutes. After what happened at the last meeting he had been all around you, being a total counterpart to Quarritch's menacing aura. 

In his way, you thought, he probably tried to apologize.

He truly was a bit like a ray of sunshine in the dark gray environment of the new RDA home base. Although you knew that the team had been out of the compound a few times there was never a need for you to go with them. 

Spending your days in the clean and disinfected hallways of the RDA had maybe even made you a bit more compliant to Lyle's attempt at swaying you. 

" You know doc. If you wanted you could also come with us. I mean it's your job to document all our little adventures, why not see them live ?" He smiled as he finally put down his datapad and now just cheekily stared at you. 

"Or at least I could show you around. It doesn't have to be the whole team. Or are you scared ?" 

"No Lyle, I'm not scared. I just have a lot to do right now. And it's not like you're helping me anyway."  You answered trying to sound uninterested but in truth, the idea to visit the lush jungles of Pandora already gave you goosebumps. Even more together with Lyle. 

"Ay. Don't pretend like you wouldn't enjoy it. I can see you smile. Even if it's true with your mysterious load of work. Don't you need to do a more in-depth report on my body instead of always moping around the Lt. ?"

You didn't even get a second to answer as the doors to your laboratory burst open and Zdinarsk entered with her usually energetic character. 

"Well, aren't you two a bitter-sweet couple? Seeing this would make the Lt. more than happy! " 

"Ah shut your mouth Z-Dog. That's none of your or the Lt. Business. The doc and I just wanted to start a little surveillance tour of the jungle Didn't we? "

"You know what" you answered slightly annoyed by Zdinarsk's usual games. " I would like that. And while you're at it. I wouldn't even mind you telling the Lt. since he doesn't even bother to show up here anyway."

Very proud of yourself you manage to grasp Lyle's hand and promptly leave your office with him following you on foot. "Oh not so quick little y/n I didn't expect this kind of motivation with you. Just give me a few seconds and we'll meet back here again." Lyle laughs at you seemingly also very proud of himself with his tail swinging happily from side to side. 

While Lyle quickly storms off you brush a bit of invisible dust off your coat and look around you. Surely you shouldn't keep this old thing while going out into one of the most dangerous places known to man. Dutyfull you make your way to your locker and squeeze yourself into one of the new RDA-issued body suits. A bit too tight for your taste but seeing as you rarely went outside anyway it shouldn't be much of a problem. 

You manage to take your eyes off your image in the mirror next to you as you hear footsteps behind you. Turning around you freeze as you stand eye to eye with Lt. Quarritch. Again standing just a bit too close to you and almost undressing yourself with his eyes. 

" Have you seen Zdinarsk? " he harshly spits out. 

"N..No." you stutter, suddenly feeling vacuumed inside your suite. 

"Great." He says abruptly turning around just to look at you again after a few steps with his cold eyes. 

" Not bad a suit like this. Almost makes you look like a soldier."

After this you were standing there in the hallway, frozen in place not even moving a muscle. 

" God bless me. I must have done something really good in my last life to deserve this stunning scientist on my team" Lyle shouts out loud as he finally arrives for you. 

Again, before you can even answer he just lifts you like it's nothing. You just manage to mutter some incoherent sounds of surprise as you turn around on his arms. 

Just managing to take one last look over his shoulder you see Quaritch again leaving your office, Zdinarsk behind him. His eyes pierce you even deeper than before. But not only you, it seemed that one of his rage filled looks even hit his most trusted friend and second in charge.

Part 4