#and i'm not cleaning under PRESSURE either which helps with the whole thing

[dragqueenpentheus]

just swept and vacuumed and mopped and showered and !!!!!!

[slushglow]

Bro just please tell us some head cannons u have for emo yuichi and Leo I need to know more - what do they like most about each other? What do they together? What do the other turtles think of him?Broooo bring in the head cannons

I AM SO GLAD U ASKED JAJSJFJFN watch how hard i can word vomit about them 🔊🔊🔊🔊

hahaha i'll just go down the list of what u mentioned here so i can maintain some self control LMFAO, but BEFORE i begin:

would like to mention that leosagi r BEST FRIENDS before they ever start a relationship in my au (which takes place a good couple yrs down the road, like late teens/early twenties. maybe even longer. i'm still debating lol) i really value platonic relationships and i guess i'm projecting but i really wanted to explore this aspect on these two cause i feel like it really fits !!!

leo was recently instated as the new leader and he's struggling under the pressure and expectations, he's having a hard time at home with the weird vibes between him and raph and splinter, he and raph r arguing a lot more, he never wants to be at home, they're all still recovering a little bit from the shredder incident and trying to make their new lair feel like how everything used to be, leo just wants things to go back to normal, etc etc. guy is not having a good time.

usagi is also struggling between three jobs and having no one to rely on. he is COMPLETELY ALONE, and has been for a while now, and at this point he's just accepted it and rolls with the punches. he is visibly a miserable guy. he doesn't have family or friends to turn to considering he's basically disgraced from his clan (not that he really wanted to stay anyway, more will be explained later HAHAHA), he's not doing well mentally either, and he's trying to stay afloat in a foreign city that he's still learning to actually live in. he's not good at relying on other people and always expects strings to be attached when it comes to people trying to look out for him, etc etc. both he and leo r not doing well.

while i admit the love at first sight is cute, that's not the road i wanted to take with them. what they both really need more than a relationship is a friend, and i think they would both find that friend in each other. i think they would be absolute menaces at their worst but also be capable of bringing out the best in each other. they r the besties ever !!!!

okay with that out of the way i am ACTUALLY going to answer ur ask now lmfao.

WHAT DO THEY LIKE MOST ABOUT EACH OTHER?

im only going to do a few qualities otherwise i will be here FOR HOURSSSS HAHAHA

USAGI:

- leo recognizes that usagi isn't one to beat around the bush, especially when it comes to telling him how he feels. he's blunt, but not generally in a mean way (usually lmfao). he tells leo what he needs to hear, even if leo in particular doesn't WANT to hear it. usagi doesn't lie to him, or ever make promises he can't keep, but he also doesn't BREAK promises that he makes. leo really appreciates that about him.

- usagi hasn't known leo his whole life, and so he doesn't have the same issue as his brothers with giving leo casual praise. yes, usagi is very much going to be the first person to call leo a gigantic dumbass, but he's also going to recognize leo is talented and calculated and very capable of being cunning when he isn't being a fool LMFAO. i think having someone that has faith in his abilities most of the time would really help settle some of leo's inferiority/superiority complex issues, especially from someone that is essentially a clean slate and doesn't have huge expectations of what they already know about leo. i think this would start leo's journey into being more self-assured, since usagi has been there to tell him what he needs to hear from the very start of their friendship. leo can always count on usagi to have his back when he's feeling down about himself :)

- usagi is actually very hilarious. leo didn't see it much when they were first getting to know each other but usagi makes the MOST out of pocket comments and jokes all the time with a completely straight face and it cracks leo up. usagi starts being a lot more silly with leo once they've been around each other more and his humor starts showing through. also usagi is like the only person in the world that will laugh at leo's awful puns. usagi recognizes they're awful and he KNOWS they r so so awful but he can't help but laugh bc leo's delivery is so good. the first time leo makes usagi laugh he goes out of his way to make him do it again bc usagi has a really contagious laugh and he wants to hear it more !!! usagi deserves to laugh. they actually bond a lot over their inside jokes and humor lol

LEO:

- no one has ever tried to be so persistent in being usagi's friend. like, an actual friend who genuinely cares about him and just wants him to be less miserable and goes out of their way to spend time with him bc they think he's COOL and someone fun to be around. usagi didn't appreciate it at first (he thought leo was trying to make fun of him/just trying to be a nuisance) but then he realizes that leo is just like. a good person. under all the bravado and jokes and bad puns he's someone that cares and doesn't expect anything from it and usagi wants to meet leo halfway and show that he cares too. leo is essentially his first friend and first BEST FRIEND and he has no way to articulate how much he appreciates leo and the olive branch he gave him so he tries to show it as often as he can instead.

- leo also goes out of his way to spend time with usagi, whether that be between his shifts at work or literally sitting in the place of business until usagi gets off. it starts off as leo just not wanting to be home but then it's genuinely just him trying to spend as much time with usagi as possible before he has to work again (which is basically all the time.) they never run out of things to talk about, and when usagi is too drained to actually hold a conversation leo can fill the silence for literal HOURS and usagi never gets tired of it bc he likes to listen to leo talk, and leo doesn't feel like he's annoying or anything. they can also exist in silence with each other and just enjoy the other's presence. it's never awkward and it's just really natural for them both!

- usagi hasnt really had someone like . worry about his well-being in a long time and so leo constantly being up in his business asking him if he's gotten enough sleep/if he's feeling okay takes a lot to get used to. it grated his nerves at first but then leo explained that usagi always seems so sad and downright depressed and he always asks if there's something that he can do to make him feel a little better. leo doesn't really motherhen him which usagi appreciates also; he acknowledges that usagi isn't feeling great and will try to do something to make him feel better but he backs off bc he knows how annoying it is when people won't listen to how much u DONT want to talk about it (looking at u very lovingly rn raph ❤️ ur trying ur best). usagi also does the same for leo, they only push each other to talk when they REALLY think the other needs an intervention haha.

OTHERS:

- they do the thing where if they get food, often times the other likes whatever part they don't. usagi doesn't like salami and whatnot on his pizza so he'll pick it off and let leo eat it; leo doesn't like the crunchy parts on crab ragoon so he'll eat the middle then let usagi eat whatever's left etc lol.

- they'll do the thing where it's like "this made me think of u" and they get it for the other, like knick knacks and little food types of stuff. they make it a competition to who can get the coolest knick knack for the other LOL

- they r both really really impressed with how talented the other is. usagi is traditionally trained and it SHOWS, he often times wins their spars and he's very very skilled and leo thinks he's so fucking cool bc he's so nonchalant about it. like usagi just did the sickest move and he's like "damn. that was crazy." and leo is like 🤯🤯🤯🤯 leo is cunning and strategic and usagi is pretty impressed (and it's hard to impress this guy !!!!) with how inventive he is on his feet, and how fast he can assess a situation just by vibes alone. leo also thinks outside the box a lot and his style of fighting is really cool to usagi; they both just think the other is the coolest HAHA.

WHAT DO THEY DO?

i already mentioned that leo goes out of his way to spend time with usagi whenever he's free, and even when he's not leo is usually right at his hip lmfao. they both go to different areas of the hidden city and hang out mostly, they do the "bro showed me a spot" and try to see who can find the coolest spot to hang out in HAHAHA. they spar and talk and joke around and share food. normal friend stuff.

sometimes usagi takes a nap bc he's so exhausted tho and leo just hangs around on his phone with him. whenever usagi is free is when they actually get to do the fun stuff; they get into deep shit sometimes in the hidden city and that's usually a fuckin time lmfao.

usagi luvsss music tho but he doesn't really have time to search for stuff on his own, so leo always shows up with music recommendations whenever they have time and exchange different songs back and forth. would like to mention usagi LOVESSS BABYMETAL and gets leo into them as a result hahaha. BABYMETAL NEVER MISSES ‼️‼️‼️‼️ banger after banger only 🔊🔊🔊

usagi also tries to teach leo more japanese and how to write kanji. he thinks it's fucking hilarious that leo doesn't know it. he's always like "u know ninjitsu, ur trained in sword fighting, and u have a literal world class japanese warrior as ur father, but u don't know japanese ??? 🤨 L." HAHAHA but they're getting there !! leo's japanese has improved a lot since he started hanging with usagi !!!

WHAT DO THE OTHERS THINK?

so leo actually gatekeeps his and usagi's friendship for almost a good yr before he ever lets usagi meet his brothers. he wanted this one thing to himself and it was kinda like an escape from all the bad vibes at home. also he was scared that usagi would think his brothers r cooler than him lmfaooo. don't worry usagi sets him straight about that tho !!!

also usagi knows a lot about leo's bros just from how much he talks/rants about them, and he tries to pay attention bc he knows leo's bros mean everything to him !!!!

raphael: he and raph actually get along pretty great !!! maybe even the most. raph does mother hen him once they get comfortable with each other but usagi knows it comes from a place of care, which he really really appreciates bc he isn't close with his family the way the guys r. they both give each other advice and have really good conversations with each other. they've both stayed awake for hours just talking about different stuff and the bros and everything. i hc raph is actually going thru a pretty bad depressive episode around this point in time too and usagi gives him some pretty sound advice about how he's feeling and how to not let it completely take over. he tells raph to also rely on the others; he knows what it's like to have ur emotions feel like a burden but he tells him there is no way the others would ever want him to feel the way he does. they care so much about him !!! usagi thinks raph is surprisingly easy to talk to also :)

donnie: at first they got on each other's nerves. i think they're both pretty similar even if donnie is slightly more eccentric, plus i imagine that like most people donnie doesn't like change, and leo HAS been changing a lot outside of his periphery ever since he started hanging with usagi more! donnie is like that's the guy that's been making my brother not come home until like eight in the morning and makes him never want to be here. so there was kinda a grudge on his part bc he does miss leo :( however i think they bond when they find themselves roasting leo together or something i just think that would be absolutely hilarious HAHAHA. they end up being really good friends also !!!! i imagine they appreciate how low energy the other can be sometimes, and usagi is genuinely impressed at how smart donnie is.

mikey: PLSSSS DONT HATE ME but i hc they get along the least. NOT BC THEY DONT LIKE EACH OTHER ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ but mikey is even more high energy than leo and sometimes usagi literally cant take it haha, but that's only when his social quota is really low already. otherwise he and mikey get along pretty great !!! mikey was one of the first ones to really initiate him into the family and let him know he's welcome any time and like obviously it's mikey so usagi has a soft spot for him. however he doesn't really like the doctor feelings schtick he pulls sometimes (among mikey's other PHDs lmfao) and he very much tries to escape those sessions when mikey busts them out HAHAHA.

i imagine usagi slotting into the family pretty easily actually, he's just another kid that splinter doesn't realize he's collecting lmfao.

i imagine him feeling sort of on the fringes at first tho, bc he hasn't known them his whole like like say april, hasn't been thru life changing battles with them like casey or cassandra. he's not even just that odd relative like draxum lol. he's just leo's friend and he doesn't want to encroach on their little unit they have going on or be a burden or anything so it takes a little while for him to open up to them and let them get to know him. they grow closer tho the more leo starts bringing him around and actually interacting :) usagi is very fond of all of them !!

WOW OKAY LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF WORD VOMIT !!! i really hope this answered ur questions !! SOOOO SORRY ABOUT THIS INCREDIBLY LONG ESSAY LMFAO could literally write a dissertation about these idiots if i tried hahaha. sorry it took me so long to answer btw i wanted to make sure i included as much information and as many points as possible without giving away too much lol.

thank u so much for ur ask !!!!

[finding-the-honey]

Tuesday's Child is Full of Grace

But did I stop? Hell no.

Ended up cooking pork chops and doing a bit more cleaning.

And yeah. I'm paying for it today. Not bad, but my fucking a my arms hurt. Back shoulder blades, too, when I do things.

Which I am. I shouldn't be, I know this, but ... I can't stop. Can't not do it. Swear to the Gods this pill combination is like speed. Or maybe it's just the lack of inflammation making me feel like Wonder Woman.

Today's project:

I've already made headway on it - that pile of linens has been folded and put away, recycle has been taken care of (as well as trash), and J moved his juice.

Had to do this one, though - it was refill the pill box day, and all the pills were buried under that pile.

I know I should be an absolute slug today. My arms/muscles need the rest. I need the rest. But I'm just so desperate, you know? The state of the house absolutely plays into my state of mind and peace, and it has been so very long since the idea of cleaning house has even seemed feasible.

So yes I should rest but first I'll finish the table and bleach the countertops. And maybe try to fix something nice to serve The Heart Collector for hearts day.

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But wait! There's more!

So the whole flooring account thing that's been getting more and more fucked as the months pass and my bank account keeps dwindling - finally bad enough that they had to give me a collection call this morning. And instead of hanging up and hiding in the corner from it (because finances and collection calls are triggering as fuck), I took the call and dealt with it.

And then when I went online to pay the small amount we negotiated to get my account back to not late - I got the option to close the account and make minimum payments until it's paid off. Payments are half what they were at the beginning, and it's interest free.

The floor situation (physical as well as financial) has been such a stressor, and while this doesn't fix the actual problem with the floor itself, it does help mitigate the anger at having to pay wasted money. And helps me worry less about my monthly budget. It gives me a little more breathing room in case the Asshole decides to not pay the child support. My credit score will only take a hit from the closed account.

Good thing I was planning on looking to the credit union for either a credit card, or a small loan to just pay the account in full. Either might be an option to start padding my credit score again.

Stg even that seems possible right now. I don't know how to deal with all this/

~:~

You know, I've never watched The Office, but thanks to Tumblr I do have proximate knowledge of many things, including the clip where Jim(?) pranks Dwight with the weight in the phone handset.

That's just what this feels like. I got so used to each day being heavier and heavier that I stopped noticing, and now every time I breathe I punch myself in the head the the lack of weight in my hand.

It is speed, or simply a lack of pressure?

[like-wuatafauq]

Hmmm I like romance, but the ideia of having a partner is soo scary. Because I'm a people pleaser and I know I'm not perfect so feeling not enough is really terrifying.

ʕ´- ᴥ -`;ʔ

More asks!

1. what do you consider green flags in a relationship?

2. If u had the money to buy a space ship, would u buy a space ship?

3. U think money change people?

Awe well I'm sure if you meet someone who knows you're a people pleaser and they really like you they'll probably make sure you're not just trying to please them and actually get to know you. Ik that's hard to find but I feel like I wouldn't take advantage of someone knowing they can ppl please so maybe there's more ppl like that :) [also I'm putting #1 last because it's long oopsi]

2. I would, just to go to the moon, get some moon rocks and bring it back to my girl, then I would donate it to science but still have it under my name just in case the girlie wants to go to mars or something

3. Yes, in different ways. Some change in the sense of no longer hanving anxiety about spending and others change in the way they use it to be superior to others. Either ways it's going to change your mindset it just so happens it can be good growth or negative

1. oooo green flags🟩🟩🟩 there's not a green flag emoji lmao how rude but um

Being emotionally available I'm not saying you have to have absolutely zero mental illness to date like that's shitty I mean it as communicate with your partner if somethings up instead of just immediately breaking up

Emotionally intelligent kinda goes with that^^^

Stands up for partner

Committed

Clear intentions

Goes to get mental health assistance if needed and wouldn't shame me if I need to get any

Romantic or wouldn't shame me for wanting to do romantic gestures

If they talk to about me to other ppl I take it as a green flag because to me it means you want ppl close to you To know I belong to/with you heehehe

Healthy possessive obsessive!!!

Can admit when they were wrong and wouldn't take advantage of me when I admit that I'm wrong (this goes hand in hand with not taking advantage of a vulnerable moment)

Doesn't do "breaks" like if you do need a "break" from a relationship I would expect you not to go with someone else cuz the whole point is that you'd come back to that relationship. Which is why I'd probably communicate something like ah we are still together you just need time to focus on whatever etc.

Communication and comprehension in general.

Likes doing things together even if they may not necessarily know much about it or enjoy it but if they seriously don't like to then wouldn't pressure the partner (it's okay to have different interests! ^-^)

Doesn't make fun of my culture, cultural wear, or accent. Like there's a difference in laughing if I pronounce something wrong like I'd laugh along too but don't like dig into it with insults like "you should look it up on the dictionary, how do you not know, why is your accent so thick now you sound like a dramatic Mexican on a TV show"

Not judging each other's family like I had an ex insult my cousins house and I was livid because that's all they could afford(that's the kind of judging I mean, now if they're racist etc that's fine lol they had it coming)

Will split house chores with me or do them with me

Cares about their health and appearance I'm not talking about a social beauty standard lmao I'm just talking about like just be clean homie. (However, wouldn't judge the partner if they're in a depressive state,and would take care of each other if that were the case) there's a big difference between those too😅

Good Sexual chemistry, mental and emotional connection,perhaps bonding souls 👉👈

Help each other grow and meet goals

Huge green flag if the relationship is actually based on true love

Huge green flag if both partners know that a relationship doesn't have to be perfect and the person doesn't have to be perfect for it to work

Isnt afraid of Couples counseling if needed

[justanotheranxiousfangirl]

Forehead Kisses

"Oblivious idiots," Steve muttered under his breath, shaking his head at the two teenagers.

"Ironic coming from you 'Cap," Natasha replied, "but i'll indulge you, why are they "oblivious idiots?"

"They're in love!" Steve exclaimed rather loudly.

"Shhhhh," Natash employed, "don't let Tony hear you say that."

"Don't let Tony hear you say what?" the man himsef interrupted, "come on tell me, you know i love "spilling the tea!"" He mocked the phrase using a Valley Girl accent.

Unfortunatley, Steve was not the best liar, though Natasha quickly tried to come up with a cover story she was not quite fast enough.

"Steve stole your-"

"Peter just kissed your daughter on her forehead," he slapped his hand across his mouth, "twice."

Tony's mouth tipped up into a smirk, "They are just very affectionate best friends, ya' know. The only ones that can truly understand eachother being Avengers in highschool. I assure you ther is nothing going on between them."

Natasha snorts at Tony's denial, which is met with a look, so she elaborated, "we don't think anything is going on between them either, we just think that they are oblivious to eachothers feelings for one another."

"Y/N can't like Peter, she is way to young to be liking boys,"

Steve nods his head in agreement, "way too young."

Natasha laughed at the overprotectivness of father and psuedo-uncle, "you do know she is 17 years old, right?"

The boys nod, as if not getting her point, she sighed, "Well, Tony what were you doing at 17?"

Tony shuttered, "uh uh, no way not my baby girl." Steve however remained confused.

"This is ridiculous, they are just affectionate, always have been..."

"Okay, then elaborate..." Natasha asks Tony.

15 Years Old

Y/N waited in her fathers lab, after giving Friday strict instructions to let her know as soon as wither Peter or her father were back.It was Y/N who found out that Peter was Spider-Man, and helped her dad build his suit. Y/N was also friends with Peter in real life, as they both went to Midtown School of Science and Technology.

"Ms.Stark, the QuinJet has arrived, with only one passenger, Peter Benjamin Parker, aka: Spider-Man."

"Thank you FRIDAY." Y/N said as she ran to the dock, she saw Peter emerge, a little bruised, hair wet from a recent challenge, but a glow illuminated his features. She took off towards him and he dropped the one bag he had before grabbing her waist with two hands, and swinging her around, as he babbled about his trip.

16 Years Old

(after the blip, peter didnt blip but May did)

A scream woke Tony with a start, he would know that voice anywhere, the voice of his babygirl. He shot up in bed, and ran towards her room, only to be met with the rest of the team at the open doorway of her room. He inched forward to find Peter holding his daughter back to sleep, and watched as she clutched onto him like a lifeline. They slowly backed away, and only 2 weeks later he found him self in the same position but the roles had been reversed. Pete begged his daughter not to leave him, as she finally settled most of her body weight on him, seemingly the only thing to comfort his cries.Needless to say he put them both in therapy, but ignored the whole room swaping situation.

Just as tont finishes explaining their friendship the teenagers appear, giggling and leaning on each other, until Y/N, ever the klutz, trips and scrapes her knee, Peter barely catching her before her whole body hits the floor.Peter sat you down gently before grabbing the narest emergency kit, cleaning the wound and bandaging it. Y/N whimpers as he applies a bit of pressure to the bandaid, and he clucks his tounge, and presses a sweet long kiss to her forehead.

"Guess I'm never gonna stop fallin' for you am I?" she asks the moment allowing her to block out everyone else.Peter smiles and lands the smallest kiss on her lips, and then the gasps broke out from the rest of the people in the room.

Peter smiles sheepishly as he turns to face them, a giggle breaks out from you, and you hide your head in the crook of peter's neck as your father's jaw drops, and nat and steve share a high-five.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Stitches // 15

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: Confessions can either result in something good or just leave you with a shit ton of confusing thoughts and questions.

Warnings: Fluff, overprotective Frank activated! Dad mode on, zaddy Frank if you will ;)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 BONUS

MASTERLIST

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Y/N's POV

"And this is exactly why I'm pregnant." Frank’s outgrown beard scratched the crook of my neck as he ghosted his lips against my heated skin.

It's been four months since Fisk went walking and thankfully he hasn't made our lives a living hell. Whenever I wasn’t at work Frank made it his business to be close to me at all times, I could be doing the most mundane things like cleaning or cooking or doing laundry and he’d be helping me out, which is really sweet of him. Most days he’d be the one to cook dinner with Amy’s help of course, she’s also been a big help.

About a month ago we moved from my two bedroom apartment to a three bed and two baths since we’ve outgrown that space. It was my decision to move, Amy was dead set on sharing the old room with the baby but that would be unfair to her, I want everyone to be completely comfortable. Speaking of Amy, she got herself a job as a waitress at the diner a few blocks away.

“You got pregnant because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.” using his thumb and index finger he turned my head so he could kiss me. Mornings like this are my favourite.

“Shit!” Amy’s outburst and the clattering of a pan in the kitchen had Frank scrambling to slip on his shorts to go see what’s going on. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

“What’s going on?” Frank and Amy were standing over at the kitchen sink while he held her hand under the running water. The scent of freshly made eggs and bacon floated in the air and it clicked.

“Morning, I got burned from the hot oil in the pan, nothing major.” grabbing a few plates from the cabinet I began to dish out the breakfast Amy prepared for us. She was already dressed in her uniform meaning she had made it her business to get up earlier than usual to do this for us.

“It’s a good thing you burnt your hand and not burned the house down.”

“Geez, thanks for caring about my wellbeing.” he flicked water in her face and she scowled, if anyone who didn’t know these two and saw them together they’d think that they were actually a father-daughter duo.

“Okay you two, breakfast.” They took their plates and orange juice over to the dining table with me on their trail. We dug into our food, some more eagerly than others. My stomach had been growling since my eyes landed on the bacon strips.

“I can’t stay long to eat with you guys.”

“Why?”

“Jacob and I have been trying to see which one of us could get there before the diner opens up for a week, I’m winning so far. Basically, the loser has to pay up by doing whatever the winner says for two weeks.” I hid my smile taking slow sips of my juice watching as Frank stared at a flushed face Amy. She did tell me about the guy she’s working with and how much she likes him.

“So this uh, Joseph, how old is he?” Frank felt his blood pressure elevate slightly during this conversation, he knows that she’s old enough and can most definitely take care of herself but the sheer thought of her being with some potential piece of crap didn't sit right with him.

“Jacob and he’s nineteen.” his brown eyes found mine across the table and I shovelled more food into my mouth. Seeing him like this is funny to me, not to her however as she now sat there looking like she’s wishing for the floor to open and swallow her whole for bringing up Jacob.

“How well do you know this guy?”

Translation: would you miss him if he just randomly disappeared?

“Frank.”

“What, I genuinely want to know. Amy?”

“Amy, ignore him, finish your breakfast and get going. Don’t want you to be late.” releasing the breath she quickly devoured her food and put her dishes in the sink. Frank scoffed at me as I relaxed in my seat even further, my hand rubbing the side of my bump.

“Bye guys, I’ll see you later.” she kissed his cheek and slipped on her jacket, pocketing her phone and grabbing her backpack from on the sofa on her way out.

“Don’t touch the nursery without me!” the door shut behind her and I waited for him to start his interrogation, which started the moment she disappeared out the door.

“She told you about this guy and you didn’t think to mention it to me?”

“She told me because she knew you’d react like this and I don’t blame her. Oh, well would you look at that, I have to get ready for work.” pushing out of my chair I took my dishes to the sink and washed them while he shot daggers at me.

“We’re not finished discussing this!” he called out at my retreating frame as I headed back to our room to get dressed.

He’s going to be thinking about this new piece of information for the rest of the day.

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Frank’s POV

The bell chimed over the door as Curtis and I entered the diner Amy works at, my eyes located her immediately as she dealt with an elderly couple at the booth at the back. Curtis nudged me to move and I went to the opposite end of the diner, sliding into the booth in the corner. Curtis took the seat opposite me.

“I can’t believe you brought me into whatever this is with you and the kid.” a tall, lanky brunette with green eyes walked over to us with his notepad and pot of freshly brewed coffee in hand. The both of us pushed our cups together accepting the caffeinated drink, my eyes landed on his name tag and behold, it read Jacob.

“Good afternoon, what can I get you two to eat today?” he shifted on his feet under my intense gaze and my friend kicked me under the table to stop me but I ignored him.

“Nothing to eat, just keep the coffee coming.”

“Noted.” I watched him like a hawk as he walked away.

“Dude, she’s going to hate you for showing up here.” my buddy drank his coffee watching me dead in the eyes while I merely shrugged. The most the kid would do is throw a tantrum and lock herself in her room when we get home and stay in there until Y/N returns.

“You say that like it means jack shit to me Curtis.” It didn't take less than five minutes of us being here before Amy spotted us and started walking towards us with the biggest frown on her face.

“You have got to be kidding me. Hi, Curtis.”

“Amy, I see you’ve got yourself a job. How’s it going so far?”

“Pretty good actually but it would be better if you both weren’t here.” he held his hands up in surrender and she scoffed.

“We’re just here to have some coffee, kid.”

“So this has nothing to do with what I said this morning?” she raised her eyebrow at me while I brought the cup up to my lips and took a sip of the hot beverage.

“Nope, you get off in thirty minutes, we haven’t seen each other in a while. I thought I’d bring him to this joint while I wait to take you home.” the bell chimed and she huffed as she left to deal with the customers that came in.

“Y/N’s going to flip when she hears this one.”

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Y/N’s POV

“Y/N what do you think about having a gender reveal and baby shower in one?” Karen and I were currently at her desk eating the oreo cheesecake one of our previous clients brought over for us.

“As long as you’re the one in charge of it, I don’t see why not.”

“Yay!” The door opened and the two lawyers walked in.

“Why are we celebrating? Oh, cheesecake!” Foggy crossed the open space and took Karen’s fork from her, helping himself to the delicious goodness in the box.

“I’m going to throw a baby shower for Y/N.” Matt’s face fell a bit at that but I didn’t let that get to me. He’s still holding a grudge over what went down and after a couple weeks he started talking to me again but not as much as before.

“Do you know what you’re having?”

“Nope, I didn’t let the doctor tell me but she gave me the results in an envelope. Karen now holds that information so whatever you three do, I don’t want to know until whatever day she decides to throw this thing.”

“You’re seven months pregnant and you’re not dying to know the gender?”

“Foggy as long as this baby is healthy, that’s all that matters to me.” There was one last piece of cheesecake remaining and Foggy was about to beat me to it but I swatted his hand away.

“You are so lucky you’re eating for two otherwise we would’ve been wrestling for that.” smiling triumphantly I stuffed it into my mouth and watched as he rolled his eyes at me. Karen took the dish and went into the breakroom to wash it with Foggy trailing behind her.

“Y/N..”

“Matt.” he perched himself on the edge of the desk once he realised I had zero intention to move from my spot.

“I know we haven’t been on the best terms lately but I just want you to know that I am happy for you. After everything you’ve been through with Luke, Billy and Fisk, you deserve to be happy and if being with Frank makes you happy then I have to be okay with it. You’re my friend, Y/N. We’ve known each other for a very long time now and I hate myself for driving a wedge between us.”

“Matt, I don’t even understand why you behaved like that to begin with. Yeah, I get it, you’re not a fan of the guy but you kept attacking him for what?” he sighed, twiddling his fingers in his lap, trying to come up with something to say.

“Truth?”

“That’s all I’m asking for.”

“I had feelings for you, I didn’t know that they were even there but when you kept growing closer and closer to him I realised that I wanted you for myself.” thank God he can’t see because my jaw is on the floor right now and my eyes grew in size.

“Matt-”

“I know, you’re going to say that I used Karen and Elektra as a means of distraction and I did, that did nothing but break their hearts and mine even more in the process. Then you showed up that day smelling like him and I knew, you slept with him, I didn’t say anything but that pained me and then he left. Sadly, he returned and you fell right back into his arms after all that time apart and that day you came to work smelling him yet again, I was planning on asking you out.”

He’s really confessing all of his feelings right now, here, in this office.

“I thought after that my feelings would go away but I guess it’s not that easy. So me bitching at Frank really was just me being bitter and angry that he was the one that won your heart and not me.” he stood on his feet again, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“But now I’m coming to terms with it, he makes you happy and you both love each other, I’ll get over it. Congratulations on the baby, Y/N, you’re going to be an excellent mom.” with all that said Matthew went to his office and shut the door leaving me to sit and process everything.

“Everything okay Y/N?”

“Never been better, K.”

What the fuck?!

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“Something smells good.” I locked the door behind me and took off my coat as I made my way further into the apartment. There was an old episode of friends playing softly on the television while Frank and Amy were busy making dinner in the kitchen.

“You’re home, thank God!” my smile dropped as she placed the knife on the cutting board and took off to her room. Frank didn’t even bat an eye at her behaviour as he continued to pour the tomato sauce into the pan of meatballs.

“Hi handsome.” I kissed his back muscles as I loosely wrapped my arms around him as best as I could and he relaxed into my hold on him.

“Sweetheart, how was work?”

“Good, slow. What did you do to her?”

“I didn’t do anything to her, I just went to pick her up after her shift with Curtis, that’s all.”

“Tell me you didn’t go in to see who Jacob was.” he didn’t answer and I sighed, breaking away from him. He lowered the heat on the stove and turned to face me.

“Frank, really? You couldn’t have left this alone, could you?” rolling my eyes I walked off on him and went to her room.

“Knock, knock, I’m coming in.” she barely looked at me as I entered her room. Sitting down on the edge of her bed I let a couple seconds pass before I said anything to her.

“All I did was mention the guy and he shows up at work to indirectly meet him, who does that?”

“A father who loves his daughter and wants to look out for her.” she stopped throwing her stress ball up into the air and rolled over on her stomach.

“I know that he’s pretty overbearing and overprotective at times but he always has your best interest in mind. I’m not saying that he went about this the right way but you have to remember, he lost his daughter before she got to your age so all of this is new territory for him. He never had to deal with Lisa bringing any boys home for him to meet or talk to him about so I guess this threw him off.” she sighed and I carded my fingers through her hair. She knew that I had a point there, Frank never had the chance to deal with this.

“I feel like an ass now.”

“Don’t be, you have your reason for reacting like this. Hell if I were you I would’ve kicked him out the diner.” she laughed at that while she rolled off the bed and onto her feet.

“I should go and apologise.” We both left her room and returned to the kitchen, Frank looked up from his phone just in time to see her barreling towards him. He wasted no time in hugging her back and kissing the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. You were just doing what any dad would do.”

“I’m sorry too kid, I was wrong for just showing up at the diner like that.”

My heart swelled at the sight of the two of them embracing each other, the bond those two have is something that cannot be broken. Frank looked over at me and I winked at him, he knows I said something to have her in this completely different mood.

“All of this love is not putting food into my stomach.”

“Dinner’s almost ready preggers, have a seat and we’ll bring it over for you when it’s finished.”

And I did just that, I sat at the kitchen island and joined in on the fun. Amy was telling us about something she did back in Florida during her time there which involved her getting tangled in a fishing net.

Moments like this mean so much to me, laughing until you could barely breathe and exchanging stories of experiences one has gone through in life amongst the people that you love and care so deeply for, is worth it everything life has to offer us.

If this is what my future looks like with Frank, Amy and the little one, I’ll do everything I possibly can to keep it this way.

Matt’s confession today didn’t change the way I feel about him as a person, yeah I did have feelings for him a long time ago but I wouldn’t trade what’s standing right in front of me for someone as indecisive as him.

Even if the view in front of me is Frank holding Amy in a chokehold while he tells her to try to get out of it.

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[beneathstarryskies]

Hi! Can I just say that I'm soooooooooooooooooooo happy someone writes DMC content? I feel like there's not a whole lot of that kind of content on here that suits my needs!!!!!!😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

My request is maybe Dante NSFW alphabet? 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 plz and thnx

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dante’s aftercare is a little rusty. Most of his sexual experience has been one-night stands which ended with either him or his flavor of the night leaving pretty shortly after their heated rendezvous came to a close.

His favorite thing though is long, intimate cuddle sessions and silly pillow talk. If you want something to eat or drink he’ll get it for you (although beware his go-to is gonna be ordering pizza.) He would also be totally down for showering together if you wanted to. If you have more aftercare requirements, you’ll likely have to guide him through it. Dante really wants to do good for you. Give him some guidance, and he’ll happily oblige as long as it makes you feel good.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dante is confident in his entire body, honestly. He’s muscular and strong, he knows he’s a good looking giy. He is a little bit cocky about it as well. However, if you worship your favorite parts of his body he will be inclined to include those as his favorites.

Dante loves the sound of your laugh, and would do just about anything to have that sweet sound caressing his ears. Especially when accompanied by that bright smile. His favorite thing is when he makes you laugh during sex or while making out and you bury your face against his neck to try to cover it up.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh, Dante is definitely weak for cumming in your mouth. He loves it when you’re on your knees in front of him with his cock down your throat, and watching you make a mess of yourself trying to swallow his large load. He would also love painting your skin with his cum.

Dante makes you cum as many times as possible. He loves the way you feel around his cock and how soaked he gets in your juices. But even more than that, he loves pleasing you. The way your name falls from his lips so passionately, and your hands tug on his long hair. He loves knowing he made you feel so good.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oh the number of times Dante has jacked off at his desk with lewd thoughts of you running through his mind. Sometimes he even gets a pair of your underwear and holds it to his face while he’s jacking off. With his heightened senses, he is practically surrounded by you. He can almost imagine you’re there instead of his own hand.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dante is experienced, but maybe not quite as experienced as he tries to make out to be. It’s mostly been quickies and one-night stands. Nothing very intimate, so while he knows technically what he’s doing he might need a little help actually learning your body. He’s pretty eager to please, and he has good instincts.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position involving you on his desk drives him wild. It’s just something he really enjoys a lot. Especially having you bent over so he can fuck you from behind, and expect to get spanked.

However, he also enjoys lazy, spooning sex in the bed. Bonus points if it’s in the morning and you’re both still a little sleepy and uninhibited.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Dante tends to be a little bit silly during sex. Sometimes cracking jokes, or just doing random things to get a giggle out of you. He likes to unwind and he loves making you laugh. If you need a more serious moment, he can accommodate that. And there will be times he just wants to be more serious and intimate. Dante also at times requires a bit of comfort sex, although he’ll never actually call it that. He’ll just be a bit more needy and clingy than usual.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is actually a pretty hairy guy. He’s got nice, soft white chest hair. A patch on his stomach that leads into his pants. His pubes are a bit more gray than white, and it’s coarse. On his own accord, he will let it go wild. In a relationship, he’ll put a little more effort into keeping it trimmed up. However, he’d really prefer not to be clean shaven.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dante usually tends to be more laid back, but he will also make you feel like the only thing that matters in the whole world. He gives a lot of kisses and soft caresses. Between silly jokes or absolutely filthy dirty talk, he’ll confess how much he adores you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot, often purely out of boredom. If he’s alone in the office, it wouldn’t take much effort to walk in on him stroking his cock while sitting at his desk with a dirty magazine open. Sometimes he even tries to time it so you will catch him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lingerie is a big one for Dante, but also he would be into a sexy school girl outfit. Slight corruption kink, and he absolutely has a daddy kink. Spanking. Semi-public sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The comfort of your own bedroom is nice when he wants to take his time with you. As mentioned before, he also loves fucking you on his desk. He also has a weakness for sloppy sex in less than ideal places like a bar bathroom or an alleyway.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dante gets turned on pretty easily, but will often play hard to get just because he likes it when you try to seduce him. Hearing you beg for his cock and smothering him in affection is the easiest way to get him going. He likes feeling loved and wanted.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dante doesn’t want to risk doing anything that could hurt you, and with him being half demon he’s all too aware that it’s a possibility. He might be down to experiment a bit with devil trigger, but he has his limits with it and he’s pretty steadfast in his limits.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Dante has a slight preference for receiving. At times he has to remind himself to return the favor. Not to say he doesn’t enjoy giving, because he does. And that mouth is good, okay? The man can go down like no other. But sometimes he gets so turned on by having your pretty little mouth around his cock, that he gets ahead of himself and just wants to sink himself into your pussy immediately afterwards. He’ll make it up to you though.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends. He defaults to fast and rough because he tends to get totally lost in the pleasure and wants to pound into you. However, there are times he just wants to go slow and feel you all around him. These are the times when he’s feeling needy and wants to give and receive a lot of affection.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He enjoys quickies a whole lot, and will never turn down the chance. It’s a pretty regular occurence, especially if he has to leave for a job but wants to fuck you before he leaves.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Dante is pretty adventurous, and there are very few things that are off the table as far as he’s concerned. It just depends on what the risks are.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy...He has amazing stamina. He can pretty much last as long as he wants to, and can go for multiple rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dante has never really played around with toys too much, but he’s absolutely open to it. He’d be weak for having a vibrator used on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is such a tease. Hearing you whine and beg is music to his ears, and he will keep it up for a long time because he knows he’ll make all the teasing worth it for you. Also, he really enjoys teasing you at very bad moments. Like having dinner with friends? Don’t be surprised if Dante starts rubbing your pussy under the table, but never putting enough pressure to get you off. So by the time you leave, you’re basically dripping wet and absolutely infuriated with him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dante talks a lot, and this is no different with sex. He’s big into dirty talk. He also tends to let out a lot of primal sounds like growls and purrs. Pretty much always lets out a deep growl when he cums.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Dante is a braggart. He loves fucking you very loudly when he knows people can hear because he wants everyone to know how well he can fuck you. This is also a bit of a possessive thing, but he won’t admit that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is about 9 inches and very girthy. There’s gonna be a stretch every time he slides it inside of you, but he is aware of this and will take his time to let you adjust before getting rough.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Dante’s sex drive is ridiculous. He is pretty much down to fuck anytime, but he doesn’t let it get in the way of pressing matters.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty easily afterwards, and sometimes he won’t even warn you. You’ll be cuddling in bed, and then you just hear him start snoring.

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Becoming Mine (Vincenzo)

Summary: Y/N is working with Vincenzo and a loyal ally from Italy. Han seok captures her and tortures her for information. She holds out longer than he hoped and wants her loyalty for himself.//SMUT WARNING, MINORS DNI

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Jang Hanseok sent Ms. Choi to get her hands dirty and oversee the torture of Y/N for information. Y/N and Vincenzo grew up in the Mafia together. They taught each other everything.

He has asked Y/N for help with taking down Babel and she said yes without any questions asked. And now she has to suffer the consequences of loyalty.

First they started with electrocution. They tied her to a metal chair and put spark plugs on the back side of the chair. They would send a jolt, each longer than the last. "Go to hell!" She yells at Ms. Choi after the jolt that lasted 20 seconds.

Then they moved on to cutting with the thinnest daggers. Death by a thousand cuts, she always thought it was a cliche thing to use. But hey, to each their own torture method.

Her hair sticks to her forehead and the sides of her neck as he digs his knife across her collar bone. "Fuck!"

Ms. Choi walks into Hanseok's office with a grimace. "What's wrong?" "She's not breaking. She's a lot stronger than I thought." Ms. Choi says, linking her hands behind her back. Hanseok stands from his chair and rounds the desk.

"What tactics have you used?" He asks. "Electrocution, cutting, waterboarding, fire and even bludgeoning and she still tells me to go to hell." Choi rambles.

"I could use someone of her loyalty," Hanseok states. "I want to meet her," he adds. "With all due respect, sir, she'll never agree to that. She's endure days of torture for Vincenzo, she isn't going to give him up or betray him. She's willing to risk her life for him." "Will you risk your life for me?" He asks, searching her face for a response.

"I'll kill anyone you tell me to, sir," "That didn't answer my question. I still want to see her." He says. Ms. Choi drives him to the warehouse where they keep Y/N. She was currently unconscious from the pain she has endured. Hanseok's face grimaced and he says, "You took get your hands dirty a little too literally."

Y/N gasped as she regain consciousness and she groaned softly. She looked up to see Jang Hanseok and he smiles. "Who the hell are you?" She asked before spitting out some blood in her mouth. "Hopefully, I'll be your new boss." He says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "In your dreams, tough guy." She snarks.

A man punches her across the face and she looked at him with pure annihilation and vexation. That look gave Hanseok butterflies in his stomach. The feeling was beyond the norm and he had no idea what the origin was. She opened her mouth to say something else but Hanseok intercepted.

"Touch her again, and I'll have you thrown off a building." He threatens. Hanseok watched as the man stepped away from her. "You, cut her loose," He adds, pointing to another man.

"Sir, are you sure about this?" Choi asked and he didn't answer. She was cut free and the first thing Y/N grabs is the man's throat before breaking it.

Another man came at her and she ducked under the punch before punching him twice in his armpit before punching his throat. She limps over to the table where her weapons were and grabbed her smaller knives.

She tossed them in the air and within seconds, three men dropped dead with the knives in their skulls. Which only left Ms. Choi and Jang Hanseok.

She grabs a gun from one of the corpses and aimed it at them. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you both," "Do that and my men sets that entire plaza on fire with everyone inside."

"I'm calling your bluff lady, you're just trying to save your ass because you know that I'll put bullet in your head without blinking," she says as she cocks the gun and applies steady pressure on trigger.

"Wa-" she pulls the trigger and sends a bullet straight through Ms. Choi's head. Hanseok chuckles wryly before saying, "Now I'm in need of a new lawyer and strategist," he says, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.

"Who are you?" "The CEO of Babel," he answers nonchalantly. "So you're the one who started all this,"

"Well I can't take all the credit. She had her fair share," he says, referencing to Ms. Choi. Red dots appear on Y/N chest and she notices. "I have this place surrounded. One move to shoot me and you'll get shot to pieces. Just take the easy way and work for me. It'll be a lot of fun." "Right, like killing innocent people is fun,"

"It seems like you enjoy killing people." "Only those who deserve it," she snaps. "Regardless of your intentions, my guys wills drop you before you can fire. Question is, do you want to live and be treated like a queen?"

She doesn't respond and he adds, "Or I can kill both you and your mother. She loves to visit a little shop in.. Siena, right? What's it's called again?"

Her grip tightens on the gun before tossing it across the room. "Kill her and I promise to kill you and every single one of your sponsors," "Looks like you and I have more in common than we thought. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He walks out of the warehouse and she hesitantly follows.

Y/N's POV

You sigh softly as you stepping into the cold, crisp in contrast of the warm, misty air in bathroom. You had pulled your hair into a loose ponytail before you put on Hanseok's shorts and t-shirt. You hate to say it, but his clothes were extremely comfortable. He promised to take me out shopping tomorrow for clothes.

"I didn't know what you liked so I bought everything," he says, referencing to the various plates of food on the kitchen counter. Your eyes settle on kimchi jiagae and you make your way over to the table.

You a grab a few bowls to try some of the kimchi jiagae, bulgogi, dakdoritgang, dakgangjeong and mixed rice. You set them on the tray sit on the pillow he prepared for you.

"You like spicy food, huh?" He says and you nod. "Yeah, my brother likes spicy food too." You wait until he comes back with his tray of food to dig in. You hum lowly as you eat your bulgogi and you feel a hand touch my chin. You pull away and look at him with confused.

"What the hell are you doing?" "I'm sorry, I just.. you look.. you're beautiful," "If you think that you can someone convince me into sleeping with you, you have another thing coming,"

"What? I can't appreciate your beauty without something in return?" He asks innocently. "Hell no," you sneer. He chuckles before saying, "I'm going to have some fun with you."

Over the next few weeks, he has bought you a whole new wardrobe, shoes and jewelry. He's even made sure my hair and nails are done with complementary spa days.

He's been pampering you ever since you were a part of his life. You've been enjoying it but you've developed a sense of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It also raises questions. Why did he choose you? How long will this pampering thing last? Is your mom still held hostage? What is he planning on doing with Vincenzo?

"Hey, kitten." You roll your eyes at his new pet name for you. You have no idea where he got it from because you are nothing like a kitten. You were playful or adventurous, but you were high maintenance.

"How many times do I have to tell.." you trail off as you see him in a light blue three piece suit with white leather shoes. His hair was combed to the side with gel and you could smell his cologne from where you sat.

"Why are you dressed like that?" "Do you like it?" He say, nearing you slowly. "No," you lie and he smiles at you. "You sure about that?" He leans his hands on either side of you and ducked his head to be at your eye level. "I bought you a matching dress. Get dressed, we leave in an hour."

He nudges his nose against yours before leaving the room and leaving you hot and bothered. Ever since you walked in on him lifting weights without his shirt, your mind came up with various, filthy scenarios that made your panties soaked.

You stand up from the chair and walked into the bedroom to see a goregous silk, light blue dress with diamond seam around the midrange of the stomach.

You take a shower and apply your favorite lotion and perfume before you slide on the dress. You latch on the sparkly, light blue heels. You put on your robe and sit down to apply some foundation, highlight and mascara on to your face.

You were just about to clip your hair up and leave a few curls out but you hear Hanseok say, "Leave your hair down." You look at him through the mirror to see him leaning his arm on the door frame, pulling his dress shirt taught around his solid biceps. He eyes you with a soft smile on his face. "You look beautiful," he says as he nears you once again.

"I know." You stand up and meet him half way across the room. "Shall we?" He says , offering you his arm. "Let's just get this night over with,"

**

You two return at one in the morning and you were infuriated. He spent the whole night flirting with random women at the gala. "You make no sense to me, Jang Hanseok." You say, taking off your earring and tossing them on the dresser.

"What makes you say that?" He asks, sitting on the bed to take off his shoes. "You pamper me with all these gifts, clothes, jewelry to convince me to stay in your life and then you spend the entire night flirting with every one you could lay your eyes on." You snap.

He takes off his vest with a sigh and loosens his tie. "I wanted to see if you cared. Cared about me and my attention." "Well, do you?" He adds. "If I didn't care, do you think I would have said anything?" You snap.

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you inches away from his face. He tightens his grip and says through gritted teeth, "I've had enough of your attitude, just answer the question."

"I just did." His fingers dig into you neck enough to cause discomfort but not enough to break skin. "Do you care about me?" He asks. "Unfortunately, yes." "Why unfortunately?" "It only makes it harder to-" "

"To betray me?" You push his hand away and say, "What the hell makes you think of something like that? I was going to say it makes it harder to say no but you always think everyone is out to get you. It should be me asking the qu-"

He stops your rant by slamming his lips on yours. One hand rests on the back of your head and the other smooths over the dip of your back.

Your fingers work on unbuttoning his shirt as you walk him onto the bed. He sits on the edge and pulls you into his lap. You pull his shirt off his shoulder and leave kisses up his chest in it's wake.

He moans softly and you could feel his hard on press against your inner thigh. You tug the rest of his shirt off and push his back on the bed. You buck your hips against him and a soft whine leaves his lips.

You quiet him by tenderly biting down on his bottom lip. His lips latched onto yours and presses your core harder against him.

He pulls your hair gently to evade your attention from his lips. He rolls you on you stomach and stands. "Han seok, what are you-" he rips the dress open from the back, making you yell out in surprise.

"Damn it, I liked that dress." "There's plenty more where that came from kitten," he smooths his hands up the back of your legs and squeezes your ass.

You pull off the rest of your mangled dress, leaving you in your white lace set. "And don't you dare rip-" he rips the lace underwear in two and pulls you so your knees are on the edge of the bed. "I'm going to kill you, Han seok."

"I've been wanting to get a taste of you since I set my eyes on you." You let out a squeak when you feel his hot breath agaisnt your core.

You've never been in the position before so you have no idea what the expect. He licks up the stripe with slow, deep licks, each lick lasting longer on your clit. "Oh God," you grip the sheets with a white knuckle grip when he curls his tongue along the upper wall and caresses a g-spot. Your legs started to shake and loud moans leave your lips when he slips in two fingers and curled them hard.

You tried crawling away from him, feeling overwhelmed of the pleasure but he holds you back by your thighs. With a few more licks, you release yourself on his tongue and he hums with satisfaction.

"You taste a lot better than I thought, baby." Your body already started to twitch and you could tell that this was going to be a long night.

You roll onto your back and chills roll down your spine when you see him licking your juices off of his fingers. Pushing yourself backwards, he pulls you closer to him by your ankles. "Han seok, please. It's too much."

"You're doing great, kitten. Just relax and let it wash over you." He says softly, pecking your lips before settling himself between your legs once again.

He spreads your legs wide before he sucks on your clit harder and faster than the first time, sending shock waves through your body. "Fuck! Oh my God!"

Looking down at him, he locks eyes with you and he completely devours your bundle of folds. He alternate between licking side to side and up and down with a curl of his tongue.

Your back arches and stars cloud your vision as you come down from your second high. He pulls away from you with his lower face covered in your juices. "Come here," he lifts your trembling body and dropping it into his lap. He smooths his hands over your ass before unbuckling his dress pants.

He pulls down his boxers and his erection stands up tall, making your whimper. He's going to destroy you. "I'll be gentle," he whispers, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

You nod your head in agreement and lines himself up at your entrance. Throwing your head back as your walls expand and contract around him. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck and he bounces you in his lap.

Time slows a few seconds when you meet his gaze. "Oh God," you chant as the knot intensified in your stomach. "I'm close, Han seok."

His lips locked with yours and your boys jolts forward when his thumb rubs hard circles on your clit. Your entire body spasms as he cums inside of you but he continued to rub circles until you came.

He stayed buried inside of you while you sat in his lap as you both catches your breaths. Resting his forehead against yours, he says, "I love you. You believe me what I say that, right?"

You nod and holds the sides of your face. "Say it," "I love you," "Good girl," he pulls out of you and slides you both under the covers.

You lay directly ontop of him with a thin sheet covering the both of you, sighing as he draws circles on your back.

[its-deputy-caleb]

Hey hey!!

I pretty sure you know what I'm here for, so I'll give two options, that way there is no pressure and you can choose whichever you feel in the mood for!!

Soft Micah, where he's drunk and feeling insecure and tells the reader why he loves them and how much they mean to him, ending with the reader being the big spoon and cuddling the rat man as he cries himself to sleep.

OR

Soft Sadie, where she confides in the reader about when she first joined the gang, how she felt when her husband was murdered, and how she never thought she'd find love again until she met the reader.

No pressure to do either! I will leave it in your talented and capable hands.

Don't forget how amazing you are and how much joy you bring with your writing.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

sksksks you know i'm gonna do both bc i love both these asks and soft clingy micah is my literal favourite. this is a total unedited mess but its my total unedited mess and i'm just the biggest sucker for making him all mushy so pls enjoy whatever the hell this is <3333.

(ill do the sadie ask in a different post and put the link here!)

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Today was particularly strange, not because anything extraordinary happened but because your sweetheart, Micah, was nowhere to be seen.

Sure he had a tendency to run off on jobs and you couldn’t spend all hours of the day together but it was unlike him to leave you to wake up alone in your shared tent.

All day he’d avoided you. Normally you’d get a coffee and slowly wake up together, planning out your day which usually involved planning your next job together but Micah was no where to be found when you woke up with nothing but blankets around you.

He wasn’t loitering around the outskirts of camp, nor was he by the campfire cleaning his weapons. It was if he well and truly disappeared, but you knew who Micah was and you knew if he didn’t want to be found he wouldn’t be.

With that you left your search, busying yourself with chores and helping around camp and knowing that Micah would make his appearance when he wanted to be found. It was merely a matter of time, nothing more.

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The first thing you noticed when you were returning to camp from doing a late night run into town for ammunition was that Baylock had been hitched with the other horses, something that wasn’t there this morning.

Your eyes scanned around camp, noticing instantly that the flaps to your tent were pulled shut which only happened when either of you were in there. You placed down the crate of ammo you were carrying, dusting your hands before walking over and slowly opening the flaps to let yourself inside.

The first thing you noticed was Micah sitting up abruptly with that sounded like a sniffle. He shuffled around, clearly trying to make himself presentable. Slowly, you held your hands out to him, clearly reading the almost heavy feeling to the room.

“Hey now… been looking for you, where’d you go?”

You sit down beside him, keeping your voice soft as if you were calming a spooked horse. You notice amongst the pillows and blankets the empty bottles of whiskey and his green neckerchief which was stained with his tears.

“Oh Mikes, c'mere…”

You wrap your arms around him, hearing a choked sob slip from him as you run your hands through his stringy hair. Your other hand slips under his disheveled and unbuttoned shirt to rub slow circles along his back as he cried into your neck.

Sobs and little whimpers leave him as you hold him, littering soft kisses in his hair and shushing him as best you could.

“It’s alright Micah... I’ve got you now.”

You pull him back slightly, holding his face in your hands as your thumb wiped away his tears that kept falling from his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere, just let it out sweetheart— I’m here.”

You watched as his bottom lip quivered and other rush of sobs fell from his mouth. He buried his face back into your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you as if you’d ever let him go.

“You should go somewhere...anywhere but here— don’t know why you put up with an ugly old sod like me. Yer too good for me— deserve someone better— don’t waste yer time with me.”

Micah’s voice cracked at least twice, his words broken up with sobs and cries as he spilled out exactly what had been bothering him all day.

Your heart broke when you heard him, wrapping your arms around his back as you held him flushed against you.

“Hey hey don’t you say that, you are enough for me okay? I love you and there’s no one I love more in this world than I do you.”

Micah shakes his head, burying his face in your shoulder even further as tears soak your shirt.

“Look at me Micah…”

Slowly and reluctantly he pulls away, resting his elbows on either side of your legs as he still attempts to hide in your chest. You brush the hair from his temples that had been stuck down by streaks of tears, gently tucking his hair behind his ears as you waited for him to look at you.

“I want you to know that you’re not a waste of time… every day I get to spend with you makes me happy— you make me happy Micah.”

The look Micah gives you is one of pure hope and adoration. His crisp blue eyes are wide as you speak, the colour deepened from all the redness surrounding them. More stray tears fall from the corners of his eyes although they’re much softer now, his sobbing slowing to something more tame as he listens to your soothing voice.

You lean down, placing a gentle kiss to his lips and you note how he’s obviously chewed at his bottom lip sometime today. Micah practically melts into you, clearly in his softer clingy mood which always followed him whenever he got emotional and insecure.

Sitting up, you trace the scar on his chin as he leans into your hand like a scared little cat caught in the rain.

“And you’re certainly not ugly.”

Micah instantly shakes his head, sitting up and trying to pull himself out of your embrace but you don’t let him get far. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his tummy, resting your head over his shoulder as you watch him intertwine your hands together.

You kiss his cheek, leaning your head against his as you cuddle him.

“Yes you are— you’re my pretty boy, my sweetheart, my Mikey.”

You can hear him smile although he tries to hide it under his hair that’s flopped in front of his face that also served to hide the blush he had.

For a while you sit together just like that. Micah aimlessly fiddles with your fingers in his lap while you watch from over his shoulder, occasionally leaning down and pressing kisses all over his neck and shoulder.

“Love you too ya’know…ya always know the right things to say and ya always know how to make me feel loved. I’m real lucky to have you— even when I don’t deserve you, I’m a real lucky man indeed.”

Micah practically fidgets with your hands through his whole little confession and you squeeze them to reassure him, something he happily returns with desperate squeezes of his own.

“I love you more than you could kno—“

A yawn cuts through Micah’s words, his exhaustion (and whiskey) finally catching up to him as he leans into your hold. The sound makes you giggle, his yawn always making you smile at just how adorable it was no matter how badly he denied it.

“Common sleepyhead, bet you’re real tired.”

Again he looks at you with those wide hopeful eyes, although this time they’re much more sleepy as you roll him to lie down with you. You shuffled the empty bottles to the corner of the tent, placing his neckerchief beside his hat so the two of you had more room.

“You’ll stay?”

You smile, giving him a soft kiss before draping the blanket over the two of your and spooning up behind him. Usually he’d protest at being the little spoon but not today. Now Micah is nothing short of exhausted and you knew, without him having to say it, that he just needs to be cuddled and littered with affection.

“Course I am, won’t find me anywhere else but right here with you.”

You kiss the back of Micah’s neck before burying your face into his shoulder blades. Your hands ran soothing circles over his tummy and chest, waiting and feeling his breath even out. You didn’t move until you heard his soft snoring, finally allowing yourself to fall asleep too with a smile on your face and your arms wraps protectively around Micah.

Eventually, at some point in the night Micah had rolled to tuck his head in your neck and you woke with a large amount of dribble stuck to your shirt (something that made Micah go the colour of a tomato) but you didn’t mind a bit as long as he knew just how much you loved him.

[aetheternity]

Ok, but if you had to pick ~Aot x Y/N

"How exactly are we gonna get into Levi's office?" Sasha asks

"Maybe we should go through the window?” Mikasa replies

"Or.. we don't play ninja and just use the door. This is around the time he heads to the kitchen to get his nightly tea anyway." Ymir remarks heading through the hallway ahead of everyone.

"How exactly do you know that?" You ask, mouth slightly agape.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Ymir replies to which Sasha snickers, elbowing you in the stomach as you all walk down the hall. "Why're you laughing? I'm not kidding."

The hallway is dimly lit aside from the candles placed on either sides in their individual holders. Whispers of conversation float to your ears as you follow Mikasa with Sasha practically clinging to your back and Historia and Ymir just behind her. Mikasa stops in her steps gesturing to you as you all finally stop in front of Levi’s door. 

“Well, go in.” She points 

“By myself?!” You squeak 

“Ugh, move.” Ymir pushes past you opening Levi’s door with zero hesitation. 

“Ymir!” Historia grunts following 

Sasha is the last one to enter behind you. Her fingers still hooked into your sleep shirt. Ymir gestures to the empty office with widespread arms and a look of ‘I told you so’ plastered onto her face. 

“Great! Grab your rose and let’s go.” Sasha pushes 

“Where is it?” You gesture to the brown couch in the corner of his office. “I remember leaving it here.” 

“Shouldn’t someone be keeping look out?” Historia asks 

“Mm, is this it?” Ymir points to a long stemmed rose slightly hunched over in a clear small vase in the window sill. 

“I’d assume, unless someone was giving Levi roses.” Before you’d even realized you were doing it your eyebrows scrunched. 

“Ooooo is someone jealous?” Sasha cooed with a giggle 

“I thought you weren’t into Levi.” Historia replied 

“Hey, what’re you all doing in here?” 

You grumbled out some words before plucking the rose on the window sill from Levi’s vase. “I needed this back.” You held the rose up for him to see. “Please don’t punish the others it was my idea. I just need to figure out who gave me this so I can return it to them.” 

“Captain’s here.” Mikasa announced 

"Congratulations you're the worst look out ever." Ymir huffed

Levi let out a deep sigh, stride short as he walked his way to the middle of the room. “The rose is where it belongs then.” Without another word Levi made his way over to his desk plopping into his chair and placing his tea cup next to his paperwork. “And if you all want to escape extra cleaning duties for breaking into my office you’ll leave now.” 

Without another word Mikasa snatched Sasha from where she’d been holding onto your waist followed by Ymir and Historia who didn’t hesitate to march right out the door. 

“Goodnight Captain.” You weren’t too surprised that he didn’t reply back as you shut his large wooden door behind you quickly met with six pairs of wide eyes and Ymir who looked thoroughly done with tonight. 

“It was him!” Historia bounces with delight, lips parted into the letter O.

“Captain understands romance??” 

“Can we please go?” You huff pushing past all the girls already ready to plop into your bed and go to sleep. 

“One down four to go.” Ymir snorted 

“When’s Armin gonna confess?” Sasha chimed in 

“Maybe you should just tell him you know, it might help get the ball rolling.” Mikasa said 

“Yeah but won’t he be embarrassed?” Historia asked 

“Does he seriously think he’s been subtle enough this whole time that everyone in the entire survey corps hasn’t figured it out yet?” Ymir questioned 

You turned in your stride, “Ok that’s it. For the rest of the night please no more boy talk.” 

Everyone looked to each other before nodding in silent agreement. “It’s about time this topic has never interested me anyway.” Ymir said quickly walking ahead of everyone.

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"They were that worried?? It's been two days."

Mikasa shrugged, "Yesterday he passed out because I mentioned your name in conversation, honestly I don't think he's ready to confess yet."

"I'll be honest I'm not ready to hear it yet." You groaned. Mikasa's eyes narrowed and you shook your head. "I'm not gonna hurt him! It's just.. letting the other guys down would be way easier.."

"So you've already told Eren, Jean and Connie no?"

"By tell them no-" Mikasa let out a long sigh. "Yeah, yeah I know."

Mikasa crossed her arms against her chest, "Are you sure this isn't just you liking the attention?"

Your lips popped open before shutting again only to repeat the same action a couple more times. Mikasa's smile making your face warm. When you pout she let's loose a little giggle.

"Just let me go see Armin."

"I'm right here if you need me."

"Mm." You pushed the door in making your way to the stool sat directly next to Armin's bed.

The open window let in a cooling breeze that made the soft white curtains flutter. The trees outside swaying in unison to the comforting air as you looked over at Armin. Unsurprisingly his cheeks already had a delicate pink coloring to them from the moment you sat down.

"Hey, how're you doing?" You scooted your seat closer contemplating reaching out for his arm but ultimately decided not to.

He didn't make eye contact but his voice was timid as it exited his mouth. "I'm doing better."

"Are you mad at me?"

The bed creaked under Armin's weight as he slid his body up till his back was flat against the headboard. When his blue irises fell on your eyes you felt a tinge of warmth spread in your stomach. The corners of his lips lightly raised.

"I don't think I could ever be mad at you." He admitted, playing with the tips of his fingers.

"That's good." You exhaled with relief

"I'm guessing you know.." This time when you look up at him you're met with his side profile. Gorgeous blond lashes flush over his cheeks. "It's ok. I don't know who told you but I hope this doesn't put unnecessary pressure on you, I know Eren likes you too."

A partial cough/chuckle/scoff leaves your lips and his head darts over to you.

"And Jean and Connie.... Captain Levi.."

"The Captain too!'

"Shhhhh!" You reach out for his shoulders. "Wait, nevermind no one's gonna hear you." You huff, slumping back in your chair. "I don't know what I'm gonna do." You stood walking to the other end of the room to place your hand on the wall.

"Well.. who do you want?" Armin's fingers came up to twist in his short sleeved white tee.

"See that's the real problem." You walk all the way back, stride short judging by the way Armin slinks back against his pillow. "I already hurt the Captain and I didn't even have time to properly think over his confession."

"Do you think of him that way?"

"I don't know how I think of him."

"And Eren?"

"Gave me this." You point to the piece of jewelry you're still sporting from Eren the green perfectly cascading with the light from the open window. Almost missing the small twitch of Armin's nostrils.

"Jean? Connie?"

"The sweetest guys i've ever met.."

Armin's chuckle is faint almost inaudible as he shifts his body turning to properly face you. "So, when are you going to tell them you like me?"

The motion you'd done in the hall with your lips makes a reappearance now. "I-i'm sorry wha-" Your voice comes out dry and choked.

"You really don't remember the night we kissed do you?"

"What?"

Armin sighs crossing his hands against his knees. "The night we all got drunk. You woke up the next morning and you told me you didn't remember a thing so I didn't say a word. But that night before everyone passed out you jumped into my arms and kissed me."

Before you could say a word the door to the infirmary slammed open. Sasha, Historia and Mikasa all stood deadly still with wide eyes.

"What!" Was the first thing to leave Sasha's mouth.

"You kissed Armin!" Historia squealed "Holy sh-"

"That's not royalty language." Mikasa silenced her.

You grunted turning back to Armin. "How- Why- When?.."

"That night you'd gone on and on about your parents. I'd only drunk a couple beers and everyone else including you was drunk off their ass. At some point you left me to go throw up or something and then you came back, ran into my arms and kissed me."

"Holy sh-" Sasha started immediately cut off by Mikasa's hand slapping over her mouth.

"I just don't think you should curse." Mikasa explained

"There has to be more to this story." Historia replied "Did anyone else see this happening?"

"It was just us in the room." Armin said

"I- I'm sorry Armin.." Your heels clicked over the tiled floor as you walked your way out of the infirmary closing the door.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged: @spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-"Thoughts"- (they are red for those who can see)"Quotes" 'Reading'

"I'll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood." Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. "Yeah I got it get some food to!" Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn't know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women's skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn't cut on yet which was weird. "God damnit." She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don't turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he's become won't let her get help. She changed course to Sam's panic room to hide.

"Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don't you miss me?" A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she's going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don't have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.''– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!" Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled "Here's Johnny!!!" It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. "What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school."

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me...my conscience. I could speak,but she could she's in my head after all. –"You can't run. There's nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went."– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can't go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren't in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn't know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam's room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–" Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There's not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for."– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy's door he did to yours it's not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she's trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There's only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn't hear that heavy ass door close?" He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn't in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he's distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. "Found you." He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -"Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?" Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can't call Sam and prying to Cas hasn't worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn't the best option. "Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?" Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow's hunt so you wouldn't have to...you're welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam' I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low...all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. "Welcome to my nightmare!~" He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. "Carful dear wouldn't want to lose you head." Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. "You little bitch!!!" He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn't normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. "What's so funny?" I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. "You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?" Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it "Let’s play." Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes...a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.'- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. "What a excellent day for an exorcism." Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. "Would you like that?" I said aloud with a grin. "Intensely." Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. "There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn't register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she's running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. "Thanks for catching it for me." I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. "Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam's name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. "Looks like you couldn't make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long." Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. "See you soon." Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. "Y/n?! Y/n!?" He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. "Oh God! Y/n come on!" The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. "You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn't enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show." I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. "You didn't make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf...like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could." Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. "Sure you won't give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out." Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. "Demons always so sure that what's dead is dead and can't be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. " so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. "Let's get this over with." She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. "You should be dead." I hissed as she pushed the needle in. "Sorry. I'm into survival."

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A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: "Prime Time,Bitch!" Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

"Here's Johnny!" -The shinning

"Would you like to play a game?" - Saw

"...be afraid. Be very afraid"- The fly

"Welcome to my nightmare."- Nightmare on Elm Street

"..lose your head." Alice in Wonderland

"Wanna play?"- Child's Play

"What a excellent day for an exorcism...Would you like that?....Intensely." - The Exorcist

"There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." - The Conjuring 2

"Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." - Hellraiser

"See you soon." - Coraline

"She called your name before she went,but I guess..." -Hadestown

"...what's dead is dead and can not me undead." -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

"I'm into survival." ‐Nightmare on Elm Street

[crookedmusician]

Once Again

A/N:- This is just a drabble that popped up in my head and is based on "The Amazing Spider-Man" universe, NOT based on the Marvel mcu. If you haven't watched the movies then pls read this with an open mind. The drabble is also fixed in a time that is five years after Gwen dies and is completely based on my thought and universe. Please don't read it if you're not comfortable.

Peter Parker x Fem Reader

Genre : Slight Angst, Comfort, Slice of Life

Warnings : Very Slight and descriptive mentions of wounds and death, the characters are all adults, Y/N has a defined profession for the sake of the plot

*This is also not proof read so please bare with any errors if there are any*

It's been Five years.

Five years since Gwen's funeral. Five years since New York city was almost destroyed. Five Years since an innocent boy lost his sanity to death. Five Years since Peter Parker was too late to save his love, his best friend and his emotions to grief.

It had been Five years since that faithful day that still seemed to haunt Peter from time to time.

After the......incident happened, five years ago, Peter had shut off. He didn't talk, eat or even go to work. His job was willing to let him off that time, but the mental pressure that had bundled up inside Peter's head had refused to go. As a result, even after Peter came back, he was only a shell of himself, an empty treasure from which the gold had been stolen - just like how life was stolen from the eyes of so many he failed to save on that one dreadful day.

But If anything broke Peter more than his incompetency to save the lives of those millions he failed, it was the death of Gwen. Death of the only person Peter beleived to have given him a purpose to be Spiderman and save the city and it's residents. His reason to survive every battle he fought. His best friends, girlfriend and his reason, to just live.

Peter still remembers that day, that moment as clear as day. He still remembers the catastrophe that was caused that day, the destruction, the smell of death and spilled blood that matted the air in a heavy silence. He still remembers how the life wilted out from Gwen's eyes as she fell from the tower, as he held her afterwards; he still remembers how her once warm body turned deadly pale, her cheeks stopped sport the regular blush - and they all haunted him. They Traumatized Peter through his day, haunted his nightmares and swam in front of his mind each and every moment he lived. So Peter did the only thing he thought might help, he shut off everyone out of his life, he shut off the flow of emotions in his being, & he swore to never let anyone in, he vowed to not care about anything except defending NYC against the new villains attacking everyday.

Cause Peter Parker may have been a hero, but his emotions flowed through his veins as thickly as the spider's venom in his blood. So promised, to shut out and never let anyone in. That became his coping mechanism.

Yet again, five years later that same spider-boy found himself in the exact position he had been in, five years prior - sitting on the bed of a rooftop apartment while the huge scratches on his chest were being cleaned by the slender hands of a young woman sitting in front of him. It was an awkward kind of deja vu for Peter - Both hurting and comforting to know that someone - other than May cared for him still, however the recollection couldn't help but bring those ugly thoughts back into the forefront of Peter's mind. The same thoughts that occupied his mind in the waking hours.

The scratches burned and sizzled under the alcohol, even though it was applied with softness and expertise; but Peter didn't Flinch. Yes, there was a slight wince here and there, but no reaction revealed was too strong. Years of constant battle against the seemingly never-ending villains of New York happened to make Peter a bit more cautions and tolerating of his injuries - something that seemed to work greatly in favour of Peter at the moment - so as to not make the budding doctor in front overthink her capabilities.

Was New York always so needy and loud for the Spider-Man? This was something that occupied Peter's head often.

However, when he thought back on it, perhaps it was better for him to put his life on the line than have someone innocent or desiderate to live to fight the devils.

I mean, he did fit all the requirements for this job didn't he?

He was young, had the abilities, tolerant of the aftermaths of the fights he carried carved in his skin, bones and blood. Moreover he didn't have anyone to rely on or care for - May would be able to live with him, his job wasn't so special to him if he didn't require the money either. On the contrary Peter thought it to be a blessing to die - to forget all the turmoils, catastrophes of the world; to forget how many villains needed to be fought or how many people needed to be saved - to just forget.

Peter always thought, that maybe he wasn't made for love. That maybe he didn't deserve it. He thought about how everyone he loved left him, deserted him and thinking back on them, he just wondered how much love favoured him in this life. Maybe love didn't favour him at all, maybe love hated him, maybe that's why death always won in each of his chapters. Maybe that's why, Peter had become a void - because love refused to favour the life of this boy. He never really understood why lover never looked upon him with a smile. But guess there was never really an explanation for some grudges.

But if love never favoured him, Then what was this sudden weird electric sparks coursing through his body? This weird fluttering that seemed to keep him up at nights thinking about this one person that flew in his life and and broke past all his resolves to nestle herself comfortably inside the confines of the walls surrounding his heart?

And Peter really never could understand what was happening in his body. At first he thought that perhaps it was his spidey senses. But after a while, when he actually came to a conclusion, he was dumbfounded. Being deprived of love and refusing the comfort of any other hands rather than his own for such a long time - the revelation - was actually quite unexpected by him.

But to say that Peter didn't see all of the unfolding and development of feelings, would be a mistake. Mayhaps, Peter did knew what was happening, did knew that he was falling in a bottomless hole; but the feeling of letting go, the feeling that encompassed the journey was so blissfull it was hard to deny himself the pleasure after denying it for such a long while.

So we recount to a faithful afternoon, two years prior, to an empty & silent alley in one of the bustling streets of NYC.

XXX ♤♡◇♧ XXX

It was just another day in the life of Peter Parker - waking up, packing his suit, taking an early leave or going on a feild trip for his job only to fight the villains and end up all bloody. The only difference was the gushing wound on one of Peter's upper legs that seemed way worse than his regular wounds.

Peter seeked sanctum in one of the empty alleys of the New York Streets to treat the wound only to find himself looking sideways at a young bespectacled woman with curious eyes, hair in a messy bun, clutching one strap of a heavy-looking backpack with some folders and pages in the other - she was staring at him with worry in her orbs.

Usually it wouldn't have been a problem, he'd hit up some pick up lines and flee as far as possible with his wounded leg and never meet the girl again - it was simple and easy without any damage to either his social or personal life. And it would've been easy and simple - Only if Peter had been wearing his mask. But he sadly wasn't, and now he gazed back like a deer caught in the headlights as the figure approached him slowly and cautiously and stopped a few feet away.

"Can you walk?" The words were almost whispered with caution.

"Excuse me?" Peter said in a breathless voice; swinging through the city with an almost torn-off leg does hurt more than Peter imagined, after all.

"Can You walk? With that leg of yours?"

"Yes, I suppose. But why?" Peter asked with confusion and weariness.

"Then please come to the top floor. I can treat your wound."

The clutch of the strap got a bit tighter as the words tumbled out of her lips in the hushed silence of the alley. To say Peter was surprised would be an understatement; it had been a while since someone willingly wanted to help him. But then again, Peyer wasn't weak, was he? He surely could handle that little much laceration wound on his own, right? So just like Peter have always done, to all his colleagues, his neighbours, supposed friends, associates and May, he declined.

"Thank you for the offer but I can Handle this on my own," Peter uttered in the same dazed voice, opting to turn his head down as if signalling the end of the conversation.

"I'm sure you can," the voice chirped again to fill the whispery silence, "to the best of your abilities, but It would be better if I had a look at it. I'm a medical student so I'll be able to ptch it up reall quick too. Besides to treat you'd have to either swing or walk back to your home, and you really can't do either with that deep of a cut anyways. So let me have a look at it, please."

"I said I you do-"

"No you can't, you may clean it or patch it up until you can do it up but the slash is huge, don't you see? If you don't treat it immediately, your whole leg would either get infected or you'll bleed to raw. And I don't think you'l be able to swing your way around the city with a half infected leg anyways. So Please for your leg's sake enter the third window from the right on the top floor of this building so I can nurse the damage. I'll try to get there ASAP," and with that the girl hurried inside a door on the side of the monument on right.

Peter however, was still failing to recover from his daze, and by the time her words actually registered in his head the wound had started to sizzle with wind. He gathered his own stuffed backpack and as slowly and painlessly he can, followed the instructions.

Peter swung to top of the building & crept insided the bedroom of a rooftop apartment that looked very comfy despite being a complete definition catastrophe to found himself in a pair of freshly washed shirt and jogging shorts half an hour later - the girl said they belonged to her father and brother previously.

Peter stared at the unknown woman as she wrapped up the incision in a white cloth. Her fingers were skilled & worked in a quick yet sure manner.

"You can handle pain very well you know?" The woman broke the awkward silence with a glance at Peter's face only find him staring back at her with a monotone face, "the area around the gash had already started getting infected, if I found you a bit later your leg might've fallen off. Still you're very lucky. Thankfuy no valuable nerve was heavily dama-"

"Why are you helping me?" The rambling was interupted by the strict and straight voice of the spidey

"Excuse me?"

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because I can? Am I not allowed to help you? You looked like you needed some serious help though," The woman asked tilting her head slightly.

"Is it a plot?" Years of practice had certainly helped Peter maintain a Poker face, which came in handy as he stared at the confused eyes of the woman in front of him - his heart deeming the expression to be cute.

"A plot?" The woman repeated as she looked at him in disbelief, "You think l'm helping you because l'm involved in a...a...a stupid gang or something that wants to murder you?"

"Or it could be an individual plan," Peter shrugged nonchalantly as he dared not remove his eyes from his supposed - captor.

"An individual pl-?"

"Why else would you help me? If not for your own benefit?"

At this The woman seemed to become a little pissed at Peter's words as she sputtered with her next sentences before finally giving a coherent reply, "Maybe fighting with evel people all your life makes you heroes feel as if good people don't exist but trust me, they do. And quite contrary to your assumptions I just so happen to be one of them."

The woman tied the cloth around Peter's leg in a tight knot & rose from her seat collecting the equipments back in her first aid box, opting to leave the room, offended - instead finding herself halting mid-step at peter's voice calling out to her.

"I'm Peter," Peter gazed at her retreating figure and as she turned around to look at him with judging eyes, "Peter Parker."

The words were uttered into the sunset in a softer tone - as if the speaker was almost shy, which - looking back at the circumstances - Peter probably was. And as the dying rays of the sun filtered through the drawn back curtain of the only window in the room - the one Peter had entered through - encasing the room in all it's ethereal glow, Peter was able to finally get a glimpse of his healer, clearly.

The rays fell on the bed and on womanly figure, bathing her in the delicate glow of dusk, highlighting her dainty features. She was handsome, very much so in the afyernoon light; and despite being pissed and offended a few mintues prior, she took her time in tilting the corners of her lips into a soft amd pleasant smile as the injured man stared at her in awe - that was perfectly hidden beneath his Poker Face.

"I'm Y/N L/N." The names etched itself in Peter's brain ringing sweet bells everytime, serenading him into calmness.

And so since that fateful day, it became a regular event. Whenevr Peter would get hurt - no matter how small or big the wound, he'd always find himself on the doorstep (or window sill), of the tenth floor building on the same street he never remembered the name of. And slowly as the days swept by, the visits weren't just limited to treating wounds. Infact, contary to either of their professions, Peter found both of them had quite a lot in common, and their opinions generally matched - and for the ones that didn't, both of their adjustable manners suited the situations. And as the days brew into nights, Peter found a companion in Y/N - one that Peter hoped lasted for life.

Peter found a best friend to look after him and talk with on rainy days and summer evenings.

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Now, two years later as Peter sat on the same bed he had so many times before, he thought back on all the bitter and sweet memories Life gifted him, and perhaps they were needed for Peter to bring him to this point in life - and Peter never wanted to go back.

It was late. The sun had gone down a few hours prior and the moon glowed brightly in the sky, peeking in through the windows as Peter observed the familliar figure beside him - nursing another one of Peter's daily unwanted gifts.

She looked dainty, almost unreal as the moonlight illuminated the room casting it in the soft glow of night time. As Peter gazed at her, he started carving out all the plains and roughs of her faces, the shape of her eyes, lips and nose, the way her lithe fingers glided across Peter's skin - and Peter couldn't find it in himself to intrupt the dance her fingers were engaged in on his chest. A light breeze swept in through the wind making rounds of the room and messing with the strands hanging around Y/N's face as Peter gazed at the seemingly engaging spiral of movements infront of him.

"Staring is rude, you know?"

The peaceful silence occupying the room was suddenly broken, giving Peter a small start, as Y/N lifted her head barely so as to glance up at Peter's face, her lips curving into a small smirk at the look of slight surprise on his face, before her skilled hands resumed their work.

After a breif moment of comprehension - and more staring as Y/N wrapped up the gashes and stood up to starighten the sheets on the bed as much she could with the tall figure lying on top, Peter finally found his voice strong enough to utter the two words - that he hoped would convey all that was unsaid and all that he wanted to say but couldn't.

"Thank You."

Y/N looked up once again at Peter with a teasing yet soft grin and breathy chuckle, "Pete, don't be so modest about yourself. Patching up your wounds provide me an excuse to practise my skills on a regular basis. And as a junior doc, It's more benifitting to me that it is to you."

Peter let out a breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as Y/N turned around to put the first aid box at the top of one of her bedroom shelves, "Still thank you, for everything you've done for me. I really appreciate it."

And this time as Y/N turned around to look at her best friend, she paused for a second, taking in the scene before her. The moon casted the same glow on Peter's form as it had on her back - except this time, the star gazed one was Y/N.

She had always wondered how she never once felt awkward with the close proximity, she always seemed to share with Peter. Her heart once whispered because they were menat to be; but the rational part of her brain was quick to shut down the irrational daydream before it could flourish. However the warmth of her cheeks when Peter looked at her, the tiny fluttering in her stomach whenever he'd smile, the warmth in her being when they hugged couldn't be stopped from spreading all through her body.

There were nights, when she wondered how it would be if she was brave enough to turn the page to the next chapter and just ask her best friend out. But then again, even though happiness was granted if the proposal was accepted - the pain, heartbreak and loss of warmth in their friendship, at the refusal was granted in a much greater probability. And thus Y/N drifted off to sleep every night thinking of all the 'ifs' of the world.

But this wasn't the world of dreams, it was the waking world, and as Y/N realised the soft glow in Peter's eyes when he looked at her, she wondered - no, hoped that her feeling might probably be reciprocated.

"It's honestly no biggie Pete. It really isn't," She neared the bed as she said the words, finally sitting upon it with one leg folded on the matress and the othe rdangling down the side, her eyes searched Peter's face carefully noticing the genuine-ness behind Peter's words, "however what is a problem is that you've hadn't had a single mouthful since the meager breakfast this morning. Honestly dude, don't you ever get hungry? If I wa sin your place I'd be starving! Heck, I'm starving even now!"

Peter let out a small breathy laugh at Y/N's dramatics. She always tended to be the more dramatic one, especially regarding matters of food. So sporting a soft smile he looked up Y/N.

"No I'm fine, I'd just have something to eat when i get home."

"Home? Do you even know how late it is?! It's," she hekd up the digital clock on the side of her bed, "9.15 already! You literally live on the other side of the city! By the time you reach your home it would be way past 10! I ain't letting you starve till then boy!"

By now, Y/n had stood up on her feet in front of the bed with her hands on her hips - and Peter found it to be way too cute for her, "Call up Aunt May and tell her that you'll be eating here today. I'll go and start whipping something up in the kitchen, ok?"

"Ok."

"Good," Y/N turned around & exited the room heading down the halls to the kitchen, to scour how much she can that would fill both her and Peter up, while Peter rested on her bed.

Ever since that incident five years ago, Peter had always wondered that maybe love wasn't really meant for him, that maybe love didn't favour him. But now, as he stared at the moonlit retreating figure of Y/N L/N, he prayed to all the love gods in existence, to favour him just this once as he drafted up the same confession, he had been drafting for the past years, to finally come out of his heart and in to minds of the beauty he called his bestfriend.

A/N : Pls tell me how you like it in the comments this is my first story and I would really appreciate the feedback!

Please don't repost or rwupload my work anywhere apart from here.

[stayevildarling]

Traitor- Cordelia Goode x Reader

Chapter 2: Little White lies

word count: 3.2k

warnings: cursing, angst/sad, fluffy ending

Following Cordelia, you walk out of the living room, leaving the witches to carry on celebrating Zoe's birthday, and past the kitchen, momentarily your mind wanders to countless nights spent in a room that is supposed to be about the preparation of something simple meals.

Nevertheless, the kitchen always had a different meaning to you, it reminds you of intimacy. Not the kind of intimacy that you would feel or experience in a bedroom for instance, but it represents a sense of home to you regardless and a sense of comfort. You remember all those late nights when you couldn't sleep after just arriving at the academy because everything felt so overwhelming.

First, it was the fact that witchcraft is real, like how could that even be true? despite seeing some of the girls perform spells before and watching Miss Cordelia clean a few of Madison's messes, it still seemed like some cosmic joke to you and there were so many questions back then.

''Why did mom never tell me sooner?'' you questioned, not understanding why she would need to wait till her dying breaths because it only left so many more questions and no answers. The blonde witch, currently leading the way into her office, used to find you here at the strangest times, very early in the morning before everyone got up, her wanting to prepare breakfast for the girls when you couldn't sleep a single bit that night. She found you late in the evenings, in the middle of the nights, and somehow, Cordelia always knew you would be lingering the halls of the academy and she would mostly be finding you in the kitchen, looking out the windows and overlooking the beautiful spacious garden, ignited by the moonlight and the stars.

The first time she ever found you in there, neither one of you knew that throughout the first few months at the academy, this would quickly become one of your habits together and something you would both cherish eventually. In the beginning the supreme thought, you simply needed a little extra help and support, after learning about both of your parents' passing, the supreme felt bad and like you would be another one of those girls that wouldn't just need help with their magic at the coven but also a home and family.

She took you under her wings, giving you everything she could, her time - she would sit with you in the kitchen for hours, listening to you very intently. She would give you her resources- always taking time to teach you and help you explore your powers and that process wasn't easy especially at the beginning, to ignite those powers, hidden deep within yourself. Cordelia gave you her strength- making you believe in yourself and teaching you and guiding you through this journey.

Although it might seem like you benefited a lot from this and Cordelia was the one lifting you up, giving you a home, a family, someone to talk to, and someone teaching you, it wasn't just one-sided. After Myrtle's passing or rather her being burned at the stakes, Cordelia felt like she was on her own. Neither a mother nor mother figure left to who she could turn to, get advice with this whole supreme thing. All the witches at the academy used to be younger, before Coco joined, being one of the oldest there eventually.

Even though Cordelia is now a confident supreme, amazing leader and a great role model and mother figure to some of her girls, she wasn't always like this. Before you arrived at the academy, Cordelia lived under the shadows of her mother Fiona, always insecure and doubting herself, the betrayal of her husband at the time not helping with all of that either. The only people she could turn to at the time and that would lift her up back then were Myrtle and Misty.

But both the mother figure Myrtle and also Misty, the friend and student of Cordelia at the time passed and so Cordelia felt a lot of lonely nights, where she would doubt herself and the responsibilities of leading the academy and being the most powerful witch on earth, resting heavily on her shoulders.

But then you came along and at first the supreme thought you would just be another student. One of those that would use the support of the academy to discover your powers before you would leave. But after meeting you and learning about who you truly are, she quickly learned that you are a very caring person, always checking up on people and offering help without asking anything in return. Something that stood out to the supreme from very early on, was you checking up on her.

As supreme and headmistress, the witches including the ones that have been there the longest, Zoe, Queenie, and Madison, they always just assumed Cordelia was fine. After all, she is an adult, supreme, and headmistress she has to be okay right? Of course, they occasionally asked and Cordelia would say she is okay because what else should she really say? She couldn't bother the younger witches with all of the things and the stress on her mind.

But every time Cordelia would walk into the kitchen, you would be there, greeting her with a warm smile, offering some hot chocolate, and asking how she is. You were different, you asked, you cared and you really wanted to know how she is feeling, not just expecting the usual ''I'm fine'' answer and you had no problem mentioning at first that even though the supreme said she was okay, she didn't seem it. It took Cordelia by surprise and slowly you two started bonding, unaware that soon feelings would get involved and something bigger, something more powerful and far more would develop eventually.

Next, you walk towards the long staircase and through the hallway and you look at some paintings on the wall, some of them of the supreme's before Cordelia and you realize some things have changed in this year since you have left because they changed the decoration slightly.

Even though you studied at this academy for a long time, you are unaware of the names of the past supreme's, only knowing the name of the former supreme, Cordelia's mother Fiona Goode. Despite never knowing or meeting the woman, you had heard a lot about her. At first, Madison would tell you all about how she was killed by the former supreme and all the bad things that happened before Zoe told you what Cordelia had to deal with at times and learning about the supreme's past.

Whenever you used to walk past the portrait of Fiona, you used to feel hate, even before dating Cordelia, you never understood how anyone, especially her own mother could make the beautiful blonde angel, feel anything but special and loved. Cordelia could never hurt a fly, at least that's what you used to think and despite everything that happened, the blonde sure doesn't deserve the things she was put through.

You came to understand and realize that even a woman that technically has everything she could want, beauty, power, and a family, would crack sometimes under the pressure and need someone to lift her up, out of the ocean of responsibilities and also pain, and that even Cordelia needed a helping hand at times.

You were more than happy to provide that helping hand for her, whether it being helping her in the greenhouse over the weekends or throughout the week after classes, helping her water all the plants and helping them nourish and her explaining you all about each individual plant. You were more than happy to provide someone simply listening to the supreme, whether she needed to analyze one of the girls behavior and figure out how she can help them, or her stressing over some council meetings and unsure how to handle and deal with a certain situation. You would manage to get her to stay calm, relax and you would suggest her a few things or get her to make reasonable decisions again and it worked.

Next you walk past the bedrooms and just like it was yesterday you remember the room order and which room belonged to whom. First you walk past Coco and Mallory's room and you remember the many funny arguments they used to have especially with Queenie, arguing about the calories in people's foods and some fond memories, despite not knowing those two for long before leaving.

After, you walk past Zoe and Madison's room and this brings back a whole wave of emotions and also different memories and you can't help the bitter feeling when your mind momentarily wanders to all those nights spent in their room.

At first you would get along really well with Zoe, quickly realizing you both have the same taste in things and interests and she would often want to hang out with you, which only caused Madison to be jealous so eventually after getting over the arguing phase with the movie star, you got along very well with both of them.

They would often invite you into their room, especially at the beginning, getting to know you better, Madison asking you all sorts of questions, Zoe trying to calm Madison down and telling her she will end up scaring you off. The many nights where Madison would quite literally force you to go out together to a bar or a party and them doing your makeup or lending you their clothes.

Those things and interactions bring a smile to your face but it fades as quickly as you remember some of those dark nights you spent in there. Often you three would have little crisis meetings, Madison being dumped by a boy and needing a lot of ice cream and comforting, Zoe having her struggles with Kyle or you having your struggles with Cordelia.

At first it would be all these conversations about you doubting what is actually going on between you and Cordelia, all the nights drinking hot chocolate, speaking for so long and having such intimate conversations. Then the times where Madison encouraged you, telling you she noticed the way Cordelia would look at you and that she hasn't seen the supreme look at anyone like that in a while. Zoe was a bit more cautious, not wanting to get your hopes up but still you remember the many times you would burst through their room and gush over something Cordelia did now. Whether it being her inviting you to drive down to the city with her and pick up some new plants for the greenhouse, her helping you with another spell, her helping you discover that you are indeed a witch with a bloodline and that your powers just needed help exploring and so you could let them free.

You would start gushing over every single thing, to the point where Zoe became sceptic if you aren't just madly in love and reading everything wrong but indeed you weren't reading everything wrong. Madison was always confident and knew from the way Cordelia would glance at you from across the dinner table that there was something more growing and developing between you two.

The moments of bursting in there and gushing over Cordelia turned into moments of you three just swelling in memories and Zoe repeating ''I can't believe you were right all along Madison'' after you and Cordelia actually got together.

That soon changed too, although it took a few months, months of happiness, it fell apart as quickly as it grew and developed. From sitting there, over the moon gushing about the sweet things Delia did that day and Madison getting slightly annoyed, not wanting to hear all the romantic crap, your two friends would soon have to pick up the pieces Cordelia left and your shattered heart. At one point Madison thought you was going crazy, when you kept going on about Misty, after Mallory joined the academy and just like a miracle Misty came back to the academy, back from the dead.

Madison thought you were being stupid, accusing Cordelia of lying but Zoe had a feeling you weren't overreacting, weren't reading wrong that there is something going on and that the little white lies that you accused Cordelia of, would eventually turn out to be true.

Momentarily you are pulled out of your thoughts when you suddenly walk past your own bedroom door, or at least the one you used to sleep in before Cordelia's and your own feelings grew so strong for each other that none of you could possibly hide it for a second longer. And it didn't take long until you packed the few things you owned, some clothes, books and your vinyl player and you moved into the supreme's bedroom, just on the other side of the hallway.

As you glance over there your stomach flips and a bunch of emotions hit you like the familiar slap in the face or ocean wave crashing right at your body. You feel nostalgic, remembering the late nights with Cordelia, spent in her bedroom ,expressing secret love confessions, sharing each other's feelings and gradually taking each other's insecurities away, reminding each other and also showing each other all the beautiful parts about you and Cordelia, to the point where you would learn to love yourselves.

You feel happy that you were able to share such special memories with Cordelia, not just as her girlfriend back then but also her as a good friend to you, always there to lift you up when you doubted yourself or when your past and the grief for your parents hit hard. Even though Cordelia never had a stable relationship with her mother, she knew back then a lot about grief and she would help you on that journey of accepting things and learning to smile again, despite the things that life threw at you.

Part of you can't help but feel a hint of jealousy or maybe is it curiosity? whether they are still together, surely they must be because Zoe mentioned it on the phone but you do wonder, whether Misty and Cordelia share the intimate moments you shared together, whether Misty can lift Cordelia up the way you used to, whether she can love her the way you did and whether she is worthy of the supreme's love.

But before your emotions can overwhelm you or consume you further, Cordelia pulls you out of your thoughts, when she turns around, the same familiar perfume filling your nose, causing you to close your eyes just for a split second and remembering how at one point that smell used to remind you of home and safety.

She looks at you with a small smile and explains ''I thought it might be a bit more quiet if we speak in my office'' and all you can form as a reply is a nod, before she turns around again and opens the door.

Instantly a lot of flashbacks cloud your mind, the time you walked in there for the first time, after Zoe opened the doors of the academy to you and invited you in. The first few meetings with her, understanding what and whether you actually have a gift or not. The times where you would pop in there, sometimes even on the weekends or late at night and asking if she needed any help.

The times where she pushed you into her office, kissing you hungrily and taking you straight to her desk. The times where you would sit there, begging her, on the verge of tears and asking all of these questions, whether you two are still working, if she even loves you, ever loved you in the first place, whether you had done anything wrong, causing her to pull away from you or if it was indeed the return of Misty.

Every time you sat there, she would show the exact same reaction, her eyes locking with yours, her head tilting to the side a little, like she usually would when she noticed how much something is on your mind and how upsetting is it to you. Just there was a difference, she wouldn't do the things she normally would, like coming closer, kneeling down to reach eye-level and reassuring you that whatever is bothering you will be okay.

She simply avoided your gaze, often looking over to the window and overlooking the garden, her touching her nose gently or the scratching of her neck. Back then you didn't understand it was always an indication of what was really going on, her lying to you but not only you, to herself mostly, trying to push away what was so obvious, what you kept implying and what she tried pushing away since Misty passed years ago before you walked into her life.

Yet again, you are pulled out of your thoughts when Cordelia offers you a seat and points towards the same chair that you used to sit in all the time. She closes the door just like she usually would, swiftly and quiet and then she walks over to her chair, holding it with her hands for a second, her usual defense mechanism of her showing off her power and radiance but she quickly sits down and puts her hands on her desk a little nervously, playing with her rings.

You can't help but think back to your last conversation you had in this room, which was saying goodbye. Part of you always knew it was bound to happen, if not always, definitely after a certain blonde witch with curly hair and a Fleetwood mac obsession, returned to the academy.

It seems like the last conversation you had with Cordelia still didn't seem to finally give you any answers or any form of relief or clarity because only after saying goodbye, packing your stuff, saying goodbye and leaving New Orleans you learnt the truth from Zoe. Despite not really staying in touch with anyone, after you moved to Los Angeles, Zoe and you often messaged or talked on the phone, especially at the beginning, she wanted to know what is happening in your life and stay a part of it.

You remember your reaction when she told you a few weeks after leaving the academy, she told you that you were right all along and that Cordelia and Misty couldn't hide their affection and love for each other a second longer. It seemed like you were the piece keeping them from being happy and finally being able to share the feelings that they had for each other all along, despite Misty being dead for a long time in between and Cordelia being in a relationship in that time as well.

Of course it hurt and of course you cried but part of you felt relieved and you still do to this day, knowing you were never paranoid even if Madison and also Cordelia made you feel that way at times, telling you that you are wrong and reading too much into this. But you felt clarity and a bit of sanity given back to your life, learning it was never you being wrong, it was Cordelia and her little white lies. Always lying about these small or unimportant matters how Misty would gush over Cordelia or how they would look at each other or touch each other when they are in the same room and her lying in order to avoid hurting you.

[vintagedolan]

Please write something with the "I'm sorry I made you cry baby" line in it please IM BEGGING

could you write something about being on your period and leaking on grayson’s bed? everything in his room is white and I would be so nervous if I was on my period there haha love you and your writing xx

When you were on your period there were three things that made coming home from work blissful: undoing your pants, undoing your bra, and seeing Grayson.

In that order.

Usually if you came into his room having already started undressing, he’d be more than excited. But he knew you were on your period, and more importantly he knew it was your second day, your worst and heaviest day. So when you came trudging into his room, pants undone and unzipped, bra in hand, he pouted at you, hating to see you hurting.

“Hey angel,” he cooed, moving towards you.

You sidestepped, and elegantly flopped down onto the bed, groaning into the comforter.

“I hate having a uterus,” you grumbled, so muffled that even Grayson, who had plenty of experience listening to you, could barely understand.

“What do you need, hmmm? Ibuprofen? Ice cream? Hot pack? Cuddles?” His hand moved under your shirt to your back, warm and firm as he rubbed.

You grumbled in interest at the last one, making him chuckle to himself. He bit his tongue, not saying what you reminded him of when you got like this - turns out, you didn’t take well to being called gremlin, even if it was in the most loving of tones. He’d learned that lesson a few months back.

“I’m down for cuddles,” he offered, moving to lay next to you. He paused when you groaned again, worried that he’d done something that had hurt you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I gotta change my fucking tampon but I don’t wanna get up.”

He sighed, rubbing over your lower back, down over your ass a few times - it was more soothing than it was sexual.

“The one thing I can’t really help you with love. Go do it quick, and then we can cuddle.” 

Begrudgingly, you peeled yourself up off the bed and headed to the bathroom, grabbing the little box that Grayson always kept stocked for you under the counter. It was quick work, but Grayson was quicker. When he heard the sink turn on he coaxed the door open, peeking in.

“Gray or white?” You turned to see, relieved to find two pairs of sweatpants in his hands.

“Gray,” you said, moving to dry your hands. 

“Yes?” He gave you his cheekiest smile, proud of his joke. You didn’t have the energy to laugh, only give him a smile and a head shake, but he didn’t take it personally, passing you the sweatpants and one of his tshirts. You stripped down quickly, pulling on the clothes that smelled like a mixture of his wakeheart scent and his laundry detergent, just the fabric alone already relaxing you. 

Grayson was waiting on the bed, already having your comfort show pulled up on his laptop, arm out ready to wrap around you. You crawled up the bed, nestling up as close as you could to him.

While you loved being in Grayson’s arms anytime, there was a specific way he held you while you were on your period that made you love it even more. He noticed once that when your cramps got bad, you’d hunch over and press against your abdomen. So, he’d mastered the ‘ovary hold’ as he called it, which involved him pulling you up against his chest and wrapping his arm around you tight enough for his torso to press against your tummy, just enough pressure for it to be relieving. 

As soon as he had you wrapped up your whole body relaxed against him and you hummed, more than comfortable.

“You tired bubs?” 

“Mhmmm,” you sighed, almost groaning as he rubbed his hand over your back and hips slow and deep, doing his best to get the knots out. 

“Sleep then, maybe it’ll ease up the cramps.” 

“Okay.” It didn’t take any convincing, your eyelids already heavy. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” His lips against your forehead were the last thing you felt before you drifted off.

The first thing you felt when you woke up almost two hours later? 

100 times less pleasant. 

It was the much too wet and warm feeling between your legs that you knew too well.

You’d bled through. And though you couldn’t see it, you could tell it was bad.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” you whispered to yourself, trying to move off of Grayson. His face scrunched up, arm only tightening against you.

“Mmmmm, I’ve got you baby, shhh,” he mumbled, eyes still closed and voice raspy with sleep. 

“Grayson. Gray, wake up,” you pushed on his chest, making him open his eyes quickly in concern, though he had to blink a few times before he could see you clearly. 

“You okay?” 

“Uh... not really.”

Your words woke him up the rest of the way and he sat up, rubbing at his eyes and relaxing his arm. Just the shift of your weight was enough for you to feel that you’d definitely soaked through your panties and most likely the sweatpants. 

“What is it, what’s wrong?” Grayson’s voice was deep with concern, one hand still resting on you protectively. 

“I uh... um... I. I bled through my tampon.” You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you looked down at his chest.

“Oh, are there not more in the bathroom? I thought that box was new,” he frowned, obviously a bit confused.

“No, like bled through to my underwear. And your pants. And probably your comforter. I’m sorry.” You were scared to move, scared to make it worse - and the thought of waddling to the bathroom in front of your boyfriend was humiliating. 

“You don’t have to apologize baby, it’s not a big deal.”

You looked up at him then, searching his face for the disgust he was hiding. You didn’t find a trace of it anywhere. 

“It’s embarrassing. And I probably ruined your pants.”

“Baby you can’t control it, it’s not your fault. And I have plenty of pants. Seriously, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I promise. You wanna go get cleaned up?”

“Yeah, I think it’s a shower or nothing at this point.”

“Need me to do anything?”

You bit your lip, knowing he wasn’t going to like your answer. “Could you close your eyes? Just while I walk into the bathroom.”

He hesitated, looking directly at you. 

“You have nothing to be ashamed about. But if it’ll make you feel better, then yeah, I’ll close my eyes.” 

“Thank you,” you sighed, watching his eyelashes flutter down as he closed his eyes. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, another thank you, before you crawled off the bed. Of course, with your luck, you’d bled through onto his white comforter too, just like you’d feared. You were determined to make it a quick shower so you could get to all the stains before anything got too dry or set in. 

Grayson opened his eyes once he heard the bathroom door close with a sigh. He wasn’t the least bit worried about it - not even the red splotch on the comforter that he found. He pulled out his phone, opening safari, typing quickly.

best way to get period blood out of fabric

He read what google had to offer quickly, pleased to see that hydrogen peroxide was listed - he had plenty of that, considering it’s what he used to clean out his longboarding scrapes when he got them. 

As quietly as he could, he pulled the comforter off the bed, waiting for the familiar sound of the shower to come on before he snuck into the bathroom. He sat the comforter down next to your pile of soiled clothes, heading back out to grab a pair of old black DT sweats, a new shirt and a pair of panties that you’d left once. He folded them neatly on the counter, reaching for your bloody clothes and moving them to the bathtub. 

He followed the google instructions of flushing out as much of the blood as he could with cold water, starting with the comforter. It wasn’t much, so he just wet it and treated it with the peroxide before he moved on to the sweatpants, a larger, angry red stain spread across the crotch. They weren’t terrible either, and he did as the instructions said, washing them out and treating them. Finally, he got to your panties. His eyebrows shot up at the sheer amount of blood, water running red below his hands as he worked the fabric under the stream. He knew women bled a lot, but jesus he didn’t realize it could be that much, especially in such a short time. When the water ran clear he treated them as well, gathering up everything and heading for the washer, glad that your shower was still going.

Afterwards, as quickly as he could he snagged the coziest blankets from the living room, tossing them over his bed in case you wanted to sleep again. As a final touch he headed back into the bathroom and grabbed a tampon for you, placing it on top of your folded clothes before leaving the bathroom and closing the door. 

He heard the water turn off a few minutes later, the familiar shuffle of you putting clothes on audible through the door.

But what he didn’t expect was for you to have tears running down your face when you opened that door, eyes searching for him. When they landed on the makeshift bedding arrangement, you broke down even more, realizing why your clothes were missing, what he’d done while you were showering.

“Hey, why are you crying, what’s wrong?” He was in front of you in an instant, 

“You cleaned everything,” you blubbered into his chest, overwhelmed with his thoughtfulness and your hormones. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to angel, it’s okay, you don’t have to cry. C’mon, we’ll lay down and watch an episode.” 

You only nodded, sniffling a bit as he wiped your tears, leading you over to the bed and assuming the same position you had been in, the ovary hold and all. 

“I’m sorry I made you cry, baby,” he said after your sniffles finally subsided, pouting a bit when you looked up at him. You kissed it away, trying to reassure him that he didn’t do anything wrong. 

“You’re an absolute dream Grayson Dolan, and I don’t tell you that enough,” you murmured into his neck once you got comfortable and settled. He just squeezed you tighter and left a kiss on your forehead before he hit play, content to hold you and do whatever he could for you. 

[freakynct]

「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」

— jung yoon-oh

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a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jaehyun can get pretty rough without even noticing it but he never forgets to take care of you after he's done with you. he's the first one to get up, grabbing a warm wet towel to clean you up. he doesn't talk much during it, prefers to place gentle kisses over your skin after brushing the towel over it. helps you put on some comfortable clothes on and cuddles with you if that's what you ask for

b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like he's very proud of his body and his favorite body part on himself might be his abs. on you, it's definitely your eyes, he loves interesting and distinct eyes and loves staring into them, makes him feel closer to you

c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)

i think he doesn't have a preference when it comes to where to cum, he likes doing it everywhere, your mouth, inside you, your back, stomach, he's happy to cum wherever you want him to. i feel like he cums a lot and sometimes it can be messy but he lowkey likes that

d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

jaehyun secretly loves to spend money on women. either going to the strip club and just spending the whole night throwing stacks of money to half naked women dancing in front of him or sticking bills in a stripper's panties while getting a private lap dance or, the most secret of his fantasies, paying some hooker to have sex with him. there's something about being able to afford all of these dirty fantasies and all of these women that makes him feel powerful and that turns him on so much

e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like jaehyun is the most likely to get involved in one night stands and purely sexual relationships out of everyone, so i do believe he has a lot of experience and really knows what he's doing. i don't wanna say a specific number of people he has slept with but i'm guessing a lot

f; favourite position (goes without saying)

jaehyun loves any position that gives him power over you and where you look vulnerable to him, so probably one of his favorites is when he has you face down and ass up and he holds your arms behind your back while he thrusts into you. sometimes, if he's feeling a little bit more rough, he will even hold both your wrists with one hand and pull on your hair with the other

g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

i don't see jaehyun having sex in any other way but serious. he's really not the type to goof around with you when it comes to sex, it's something serious and sensual to him, not something to giggle about, i think he would feel a little awkward if that happened

h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

we've seen his little happy trail so i think he definitely doesn't shave everything, i really don't see him doing that anyways. probably just trims it well and that's it

i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

i think jaehyun really needs to be in a certain mood to make love to you, so it's either a very special occasion or he's feeling more emotional because otherwise i really see him as the type to prefer rougher sex most of the time and that's just how naturally he is. but don't be fooled, because when he does make love to you, he really knows how to be sweet and take really good care of you, don't forget that jaehyun is a softie at heart. i also think that jaehyun is one of the members that is more comfortable with having a purely sexual relationship, he doesn't need to be in a relationship to have sex at all

j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think he jacks off regularly, probably 4-5 times a week. he needs it to let off some stress and relax. if he can't have someone to fuck then he won't hesitate to use his hand and he has gotten really good at it. he chooses a time when he's alone, most likely at night, pulls out some of his favorite porn that he probably already has saved, and starts stroking himself. he doesn't waste time teasing himself or edging, he likes to get straight to the point and cum as soon as he can. he only makes noise when he's actually cumming, groaning as he releases his seed over his hand

k; kink (one or more of their kinks)

jaehyun has many kinks and probably hides a good portion of them, only fantasizing about them in his head. i feel like his main kinks would be power play, sir/daddy kink, choking, hair pulling, face fucking, brat taming, degradation, exhibitionism and anything else that allows him to show his strength over you, he likes to feel powerful during sex

l; location (favourite places to do it)

i feel like having sex in risky places would turn in on beyond belief. he would particularly like to fuck you against a window, the thought of someone seeing how well he's fucking you making him even harder and making him fuck you even rougher. he also loves to fuck you on top of hard surfaces like a table, desk or even counter

m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loves the way a soft kiss can turn into an intense makeout session. the feeling of having your hands holding his face, your lips gently brushing over his, the kiss starting slow and soft, hands start to get a little more eager, trying to reach everywhere, tongues slowly making their way into each others mouths, lips moving harder against one another, that right there. that's something that makes his pants feel tighter

n; no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

another member i think wouldn't like to be dommed at all. like i've mentioned many times, jaehyun strikes me as the type to want to be in control and feel powerful during sex so i don't think he would enjoy handing that power to someone else and letting them use it on him

o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i feel like he enjoys giving oral the most when he's close to that person or when he's in a relationship. he doesn't enjoy it as much if it's a random person he just met. however he loves receiving oral from anyone at all times, it never fails to turn him on when someone is standing on their knees in front of him with his cock between their lips

p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

jaehyun fucks rough and hard most of the time. he's strong and easily likes to throw you around and "use you" for his pleasure. he gets really excited and sometimes forgets how rough he can be. he loves thrusting deep and hard inside you, likes to feel you squirming and shaking under him and to see the small bruises forming under his fingertips. he will only be gentle and sweet if he's feeling vulnerable or you ask him very nicely

q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

i wouldn't say it's his favorite thing but he also wouldn't say no to it. quickies are sometimes necessary to him if he's feeling really horny and there's not much time or you're somewhere less appropriate. if he needs to have you then he'll have you and that's when quickies come in handy. but he prefers proper sex so much more

r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he isn't the riskiest person but he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. he probably wouldn't enjoy if someone actually walked in on him but the thought of it somehow excites him. when it comes to experimenting i feel like he would only do it if it's something that he has also fantasized about and knows that he'll probably enjoy. but if it's something that he's not into, he will refuse to do it even if you really want to, there's just some things that he won't do

s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

i feel like jaehyun isn't the type to go for many rounds, he prefers to have just one long and intense round. he has a lot of self control and can last for a really long time, can and will make you cum multiple times but once he has done it, i don't think he would want another round, except in rare cases when he or you are still very horny

t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys, i really don't see him using them. and it's not even because he doesn't like them or anything like that, he simply doesn't see a point in it when he can make you feel so good himself. he wants to be the reason why you're squirming and moaning and cumming and he doesn't need toys for that

u; unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's not the type to tease that much, only when he's in a very particular mood. he likes to go straight to the point and doesn't like to waste time with little games. i feel like when he does tease you, it's definitely with his words rather than with his touch

v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he's not that loud, more of a heavy breather and spends most of sex panting. groans loudly when he cums though

w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

you hum against jaehyun's soft lips, feeling how he grows harder against you, under the fabric of his pants. it had been two weeks since you last saw each other but his hungry kiss gave away how much he had missed you. he grabbed your waist a little bit tighter and pressed your back against the wall even harder, a thin string of spit connecting your lips when he moved away to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense. one of his hands left your waist to pet your hair, feeling the way it started to apply some pressure over your head, signaling for you to drop to your knees, which you happily did, your hands wandering around over his prominent boner. "you're gonna take me inside your pretty little mouth, hm? did you miss my cock baby? yeah? you're gonna let me fuck your little mouth? that's my good girl."

x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

jaehyun is on the average size and more on the thicker side. you'll definitely feel the stretch but it's one of the best feelings and your hand will probably look small around him. he's most likely circumcised as well

y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he's good at hiding it and holding it in and sometimes when he's away from you that's exactly what he has to do but on a perfect scenario, he's ready to have sex about 4-5 times a week. he doesn't get turned on super easily but if you learn what he likes and you make the right moves, you'll be able to have him anytime you'd like

z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

like i've mentioned in the beginning, jaehyun pays close attention to aftercare, so he won't fall asleep until he's sure you're taken care of. after all that is done, i do see him falling asleep rather quickly

[flowerbloom-arts]

A rather unneeded apology, don't you think?

Progress shots and thought process below the cut (warning, it gets heavy on pshycological analytical nonsense and spoilers for Exploits of Moominpappa/'s Memoirs, and it's really long):

Ah yes, Muddler angst, something that should be one too many yet you can't quite get enough of it-

So it all started with this little metaphor from this post I made a while back and I thought "Hmm... I should really make a follow-up for that!" so I did, and here it is.

This was originally gonna be a lineless painting but then when I started to do that I thought about how much of a drag it would be and scrapped that for my regular style but with cooler shading and coloring. I'm happy with it, it's been a while since I've done a full illustration and I'm proud that I managed to make this in like... (Checks timer on my drawing app) 2 hours and 25 minutes? Huh.

Anyway, this whole illustration is more or less just a metaphor going on in Muddler's head when he's cracked under stress, it's the "boat floating on your own personal ocean" metaphor like the post I linked above, it is indeed a constantly raging sea of stress and change and mental/lifestyle instability that's going on in Muddler's head and he's on a houseboat floating on it trying to balance and protect itself from the tides. It's always rocking back and forth but it's been doing that all the time for so long that it barely registers for him anymore, so he's living in this unnerving calm where the calm is not serenity perse but a lack of terror, yet, sometimes that raging sea manages to break through a window or two and flood the place as a good reminder that he isn't immune, he can and will drown for as long as things are like this.

The sea isn't a place of good memories for Muddler in either version of the book, like, the sea is so big that it's general emptiness on the horizon tickles his eyes. Before that he painted the boat red and got it all over himself and then painted his tin with the leftover paint, needless to say he had a rather traumatic night where the paint never dried and it got all over his food and bed and whiskers which drove him insane (or plume crazy I should say). He also had a rough time in his tin while packing for the riverboat and being swept away by the flood caused by Edward the Booble, he said his nerves (and his button collection) were all unsorted after the rest of the crew managed to get the tin on board. Then other stuff happens- an awful Hemulen Aunt boarding the ship (he literally wished death upon her, a rather extreme gesture especially for Muddler), the Hemulen Aunt being taken away by the Niblings (and the ensuing guilt he felt when he felt that it was his fault since he wished for her to be eaten), a rough and sticky night, being the first to realise the boat was setting off to sea unintentionally in the middle of the night, having to sit through a gale in which he got very sick- and that's just stuff that happened on the boat! He also had to suffer the likes of the revenge of the forgotten bones! The Ghost painted Muddler's tin and he cried about it, thinking it's a warning sign that he'll never marry! And he's the only one who was legitimately terrified of the Ghost, imagine being one of like, a 4 person friend group and being the only one scared of a real scary thing that directly affected you in one of the worst ways possible- vandalism of your own home. And don't even get me started on the fact that he lost his parents during spring cleaning and still believes they're alive.

With that being said, I believe we all understand that Muddler has been through alot, he had a revelation that adventures cause nothing but trouble for the poor guy in the middle of the book. And seeing how he cried at the idea of never getting married, we can presume he just wants a normal life after that. Thankfully, Fuzzy provided that through marriage and kids, even though they lost one of them by accident.

Now with this in mind, I have implemented a few elements from the book into the illustration. I've also followed some color-coding rules I've made up for myself;

Blue=Safety and comfort (Hodgkins is his uncle and is canonically blue-colored for the most part, not to mention that his Maxwell House Coffee tin is blue aswell, both are sources of safety for Muddler)

Green=Protection (Joxter is usually depicted in a green dress/hat, he stood up for Muddler atleast twice in the book and we can presume these weren't the only times he does it. Joxter is rather confident in his abilities despite being lazy and Muddler would rather admire that)

Yellow=Achievement/accomplishment (nothing much here, just uhh... Gold is yellow-ish and gold usually means you've accomplished something)

Red=Stress/general negativity (This is mostly coming from the red paint incident)

I've also added some small references and details. I've avoided using the ruler tool on my lineart to give it less solid feel to the backround and everything, showing how it's not supposed to be a full representation of reality, the pictures being faceless also adds to that. I drew an interpretation of the Muddler and Fuzzy wedding photo found in the moomin theme park, the gold medal on Hodgkins' portrait says "you helped" and it's supposed to be the medal that Hodgkins said Muddler deserved for helping him figure out the propeller (accidentally) in the Exploits version and I like to think he has that thought always in the back of his mind as one of the few times he's felt genuinely useful since he got so happy from it. Oh! And the picture almost completely hidden by the curtains is a portrait of his father and that's Joxter at the bottom looking like he's peeking over the curtain when really he's not. The curtains are green because they protect him from the red outside world, the suit and yellow dead flowers being darkly colored are supposed to represent a sense of meaninglessness or general distain, the red liquid is supposed to be red paint, not blood aaaaaaand the window is a slight shade of blue with a screen overlay.

"Apologies for being weak-minded" is supposed to be a rather insincere but tired quote from Muddler, he doesn't really want to apologise for cracking under pressure and having a literal breakdown but he feels like he has to because I think he just feels like a nuisance alot of the time and being so negatively emotional just makes things worse, so he has to come up with an apology rather than tell the person he's talking to the reason why he broke down, and belittling his own feelings by calling himself weak-minded. He knows himself to be "too" sensitive.

Anyway, that was too long a ramble. Just know that I'm not trying to take myself too seriously here, it's a silly amount of thought put into this but eh, I enjoyed it, and I thought you might want to read about it and if you made this far; thank you.