#and no I’m not gonna block him I just get sick at the sight of him

[finnstansonly]

every time my nemisis is on tt live talking abt his damn book it shows up on my fyp like against my will I just found out the discount code for this book at Barnes and noble bc it took me longer than 4 seconds to scroll

[loaksbitch]

ok this is based on request, but imagine jake sully fucking you with pure hated cause your existence alone fucking irritates him yet he can’t keep his hand off of you yes? HECK YES

warning(s) – enemies with benefits, angry sex, mean jake, clit stimulation, overstimulation, cervix fucking, dumbfication, owning kink (if that’s a thing), cussing, orgasm denial, choking, slight hair pulling, cum stuffing, reader is a bratty minx too.

jake was sat across the hut, reshaping his arrow tip to hunt for later and very much annoyed on how youre in front of him, chewing on your thumbnail so fucking loud, on eywa you’re was so bitchy.

for the past half hours he was trying so hard to block out the chewing sound yet nothing helped, especially with your very aware self doing that purposely.

“can you stop doing that?” jake huffs, doing his best to control his growing anger and hatred.

“what?” you say with an attitude, a brow arched and giving him a stare.

you and you’re fucking attitude. jake licks his lips, tongue poking through his cheek. “that, stop chewing loud you’re distracting me.” he says, pointing to where his reshaped arrows are.

you click your tongue, nodding your head to the door. “if you’re disturbed, the door is that way.” your words are pushing him on edge, wanting to rip you and do things, you on other hand was also feeling the same and you want him away from your sight.

“this place is not yours.” he spat, tone showing a tint of anger. you’re hitting jackpot. “and it’s not yours.” you bite back.

a deep growl leaves his chest, jake frowning as he starts to speed his knife against the wooden arrow. he decides to ignore you, thinking it’s the best to steam down his anger, fuck he really hates you it’s making his cock twitch.

you’re not done with him, especially after yesterday night when he literally scared the cute na’vi male who was talking to you away. this bitch deserves to go crazy with your existence.

“slow down.” you say, voice high and pushing him to the edge. “i swear to God, y/n if you don’t shut the fu—“ you dare to cut him off, you fucking cut him off and his nostrils flared.

“you might not want to cut those fingers, do you?” you tease, empathizing with the fact he has five fingers and is different from the na’vi’s.

he blinks, eyes twitching and triggered before he snaps his head to yours.

“i’m sick of your bitchy self today.” he tries to humble you but you find ways to slap his face with your fiery mouth. “and i'm sick of your bitchy self every day.” you say and jake loudly hissed, amber eyes strictly glaring at you.

“fuck you.” he grumbles

“fuck you.” you hiss back.

done with his shit, you decide to leave and get on your feet. he smirks, lips opening to get on your nerves. “leaving already?” you don’t reply, only one plan in your mind. you’re gonna destroy this man.

intentionally, you walk over to where reshaped and non shaped separated arrows are and nudge your leg to them. you feel them tumble, falling and mixing together. “oops.” you giggle,

jakes’ smirk drops, fading so quickly, this was the last string of patience he had. he lets a terrific chuckle out and your body shivers, maybe you’ve taken it too far.

“you little bitch.” he was now on his feet, walking to you and grabbing you by your hair. you two always ended up in a fight, him not caring if you're a female or you not caring if he was male. you just go for it, punching him when he dared to touch your hair.

“the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you turn to him, face red with anger as well. you’ve always hated when someone had you by your hair. you poke on his chest, pushing him while you knew this drives him insane with maddens cause he hates getting pushed too.

“don’t. push. me.”

both of your eyes were on fire and burning holes to each other’s skull. you swallow nervously yet hold your ground and not let him see how he was intimidating you.

“don’t be an asshat and you won’t be pushed.” you said quietly.

“fuck you.” he says, voice to deep.

“fuck you.” you’re on your tiptoes now, chin raised high to show you’re not scared or bottoming out.

without any warnings his lips were on yours, hot and wet as he takes your lips and devour you. anger was still in him but the lust is winning. both of you are fighting until he was biting on your lips and making you involuntarily moan.

it was his chance, tongue being shoved inside your mouth and being tied. he moans to the kiss. jake suddenly pulls you closer and you whine, hands skimming to his chest and push him away.

he licks his lips, eyes lingering on your lips before lifting to see your eyes. you wipe your lips with your arm, spitting on the floor with disgust. oh trust me, you were so fucking turned on but had to pretend.

“don’t wipe my kiss off your lips.” he demands and you scoff, wiping more and watch his eyes squint, a chuckle leaving him.

“fine then, i’ll mark you all over your body and see if you can wipe it.” he spits and you’re being scooped to his shoulder.

you don’t fight cause you know you want this, but at the same time you’re nervous.

before you know it, you’re being thrown to the hammock, jake crawling on top of you and you almost moan at the sight. “what the fuck are you doing?” you ask, not letting him have a chance to know you’re wanting him right now.

“i think your sexy ass knows exactly what i’m doing.” your inside twists, pussy pulsing at his words. he doesn’t miss how your legs close themselves and he nods, smirking. “that turns you, doesn't it?” you look away when he holds onto your knees and forces them open.

“fuck you.” you say again and this time jake grins. “please do.” he begs this time.

he was between your legs, your loincloth getting ripped away and him untying his gently. he’s so passive aggressive. “i’m gonna fuck you till you’re screaming my name only.” he leans to nudge on your cheek with his nose.

“fuck off, i’m not doing–“ jake was again kissing you, rough and angry that almost breaks your skin. your legs are roughly pushed wider. “i fucking hate you.” he reminds you and anger bubbles in you, “i fucking hate you too–hngh..!” you struggle to answer when pleasure strikes you as jake cups your heat.

“you’re so fucking wet.” your eyes almost roll up to your head, his husky voice being too much. jake was admiring the way he bruised your blue skin when he was marking your neck.

jake trails hot wet kisses down your cleavage and to your breast. you drew a deep breath between your teeth when he took your nipple. jake locked his eyes with yours when he tugged on your nipple, letting it roll between his teeth. the sharpness of his teeth scraping on your nipple and making you shudder.

he leaned back, getting on his knees and glaring at you as he told you how he is proud with the effect he had on you with his eyes. your temper was flaring.

you pull your legs to your chest and try to close them but jake was fast. “uh-uh.” he grips onto your ankle and yanks your legs back open. you grit your teeth, fighting him and his masculine ass to get off of you.

“baby.” he sternly calls and you freeze, “the fuck did you just call me?” you slap his hand away from you when he tries to reach and brush your messy hair from your forehead. “i ain’t your baby.” you growl.

“fine, you want it the hard way?” he spits. “i’ll fuck you then.”

you’re getting pushed back and pinned to the hammock. “fucking stay like that or else…” he threats and you scoff. “no, you don’t tell me what to you, i’m not yours to obey around.”

“you’re not mine?” he arched his brow and you're silent, looking away and staring at the roof until hands are firm, grip on your jaw turns you and makes you meet his gaze. “you’re not mine?” of course at the end of the day you’re his.

“yes, you don’t own me.” every time his nostrils flared, you were very happy because he was getting upset. “we will see about that.” and then he was leaning down to capture your other breast that didn’t get attention.

you were fast to throw your head back, moaning when you felt him lightly bite on your bud and make you squirm under him. you didn’t realize you were pushing his head away from your chest until jake was grabbing your wrist and throwing it away.

right then you arch your back for him to suck on your nipple more he stops and you whine. “you’re not mine huh? you sure you don’t want to take that back?” you huff, eyes telling him you’re not changing your mind.

“yeah,” you spit, watching him grin, “is that so?” he says.

“yes, because you’re— argh!” you groan when his other hand roughly parts your fold and sinks in until his knuckle is a barrier. jake was so rough when he fingers you, your cunt squeezing him deliciously.

your eyes widen when you catch his cock jump and point straight to the roof, precum leaking from the angry tip of his dick. he can imagine how warm and tight you are.

“relax.” he curls his finger inside you, thumb flicking your clit. “relax for me.” he hates you yet look at him going all ‘relax for me’ on you.

“you’re so pathetic, so fucking dumb on my fingers.” he pulls his two fingers out before shoving them in you.

“who am i?” he asks and your answer causes him to curl his fingers inside you. “you’re an asshole!” you mweled. “asshole? i’m an asshole?” jake pinches on your thigh when you try to close them on his hand.

“c’mon pretty, i know you’re better than that. who am i?”

you’re silent, only soft breath leaving you. jake can feel how you pulse on his fingers, telling him you’re about to come. “what the–“ your eyes shoot open when you feel jake pull his hands away from you.

“open your legs wider, be fast.” for once you do as you’re told and jake hums, pleased.

“you’re not gonna get that far until you say you’re mine.” he was very serious and you gulped. you’re spread open and jake closes his eyes when the scent of your leaking slick hits his nose.

you smell so tempting and delicious.

your gaze follows him when he settles between your legs. “gonna fuck some sense into you now.” you throbbed when you said that, feeling your wetness leaking out of you fast and clenching on nothing but air.

jake held both of your legs, pushing them up to your chest and folding you half. it was his turn to squat, watching your exposed and pink folds shining as his angry tip circles on the slit.

“please,” you catch yourself slipping, pride somehow demolished. jake was surprised, “what? can’t hear you.” he gives you an attitude.

you don’t fight back, just wanting to be filled with his dick. “please i need you inside me.” he wasn’t up for teasing now. he needed you as much as you needed him. “fuuuck.” he moans, watching your face attentively when your jaw hungs open.

pain and pleasure hit you, he was not giving you any time to get accustomed to his length. jake thrusts into you, angry and rough.

“you’re mine?” he asks, taking advantage of your hazy mind but you’re no near to being hazy. “fuck off.” you hiss when he pushes your leg to your chest more, almost blocking your lungs from your stretching.

“hm, i’m asking you in a minute and i’ll need you to get it right yeah?” you only moan. jake pressed his body to your folded leg, grabbing your hips and titling your pelvis. you scream when he hits the right spot.

hands sought to his broad shoulders and pushed him when he ruined your tight cunt, it was painful when he started to slip in more. jake can’t help but get shocked when he fucks you open. his cock was literally in your cervix.

“it hurts.” you whine but jake only shushes you. hands wiping on the tears that appear on your eyes. “shh, you’re okay. i’m just so deep, f-fuck don’t do that.” he grips on your hips when you tighten on him. your warm breath hits his lips on how close he is and pressing himself on you.

hands that were wiping your tears slides to hold onto your wrists that keep pushing him away and moving them away from him. “who am i, baby?” you’re now completely gone, his dick controlling your brain and body, even your breath when he ruts to you.

tears are leaking from your eyes as he keeps thrusting into you, abusing your walls and bruising them. you moan and cry louder, nothing making sense with the pleasure and pain you’re feeling.

your breath shortens when jake wraps his large hand on your throat, oh mother eyw—

“who am i?” his tone changes on the last word and you scream? giving in easily. “jake! jake sully!” you cry out, orgasm bubbling in you, you want it out of you, the growing pressure. you want jake to rip it out of you.

“okay, that’s it.” he pats your temple, “ seems like ’m knocking some sense in you.”

“now,” he kisses your forehead, hate still bubbling in him. “you’re mine, yeah?” you wanted to shake your head. wanted to punch him. wanted to…

“c’mon, say it and i’ll give you what you need.”

“i’m yours, i’m yours, i’m yours.” the moment you said it, jake felt something in him burn with ego. you’re his, you gave yourself to him. no going back now.

“good fucking girl.” he huffs, pulling out of you and causing you to cry, like seriously cry loud and he spreads your leg apart, hands wrapping on your waist before he helps you get on him.

your ass sets against his strong thighs and you moan when he easily slipped inside you.

“JAKE!” you yell when he pushes you down, bottoming out before grazing on your earlobe. “you’re mine, you get it? a part of you is mine and i own you.” you hate how his words made your insides clench.

tears are shed, heart in pain with no reason. “i hate you.” you tell him and he smiles, pulling you close to him and hugging you as he fucks himself in you. “i hate you too.” jake chuckles when you hide yourself on his chest.

“i’m gonna cum…” you whine, feeling the man holding you close. “i got you, i’m here.” at this point the hate is confusing because jake doesn’t know what he is feeling any more.

you let go, trusting the man you hate the most and coming. he was soon taking your step, manly whining and hiding himself to the crook of your neck. “shit.” he moans, loading himself in you.

he suddenly feels you pushing him away and hips buckling causing him to slip out of you. he was about to ask what was wrong until glaring at him with pure rage.

“this never happened.” you bark and watch him confused and try to understand. “what?” he innocently asks and you point at him then, down to his semi-hard cock. “this, me and you. we never did it.”

right then it hits him, jake gets that you don’t want this to get out of you two, it was like a dirty secret and jake felt annoyed. “you don’t want no one to know?” you’re quick to nod. ��yes.” as much as he wants to show you off.

if you want this then he got you, he was gonna bite his tongue and sit back and you watch him hesitate before nodding.

“good.” you state and move from him to fetch on your loincloth. he only stares at you, the tension you both had a while ago long gone and his amber eyes following you as the mean man he was before disappeared. you don’t even spare him a look as you dress and leave the hut.

too confused and trying to process what just happened.

like + reblog is very appreciated but not pressured! i love each and everyone of you sm!

[eddaawrites]

Flu season - Chris Sturniolo

A/n hey, so this is my first post which means I’m gonna need some constructive criticism. Don’t worry I’m the eldest granddaughter my feelings won’t be hurt. Also I wanted to start off chill so this is just some fluff of Chris taking care of you when you’re sick. I’m in love.

Warnings- tooth rotting fluff, reader is really sick (duh-doy) and no use of y/n.

Now without further ado-do (hah! I said doodoo), I present Christopher Owen Sturniolo.

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This is just not my day. First of all I went to sleep with a major headache, so I barely got any sleep tonight. Secondly I woke up with a fever so bad that I couldn’t even get myself out of bed and lastly I can’t find the remote to my tv so I’ve just been laying here like a cinder block all day while sweating like a pig.

I stare at the ceiling hoping I’d eventually just fall asleep, only to be interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing to my right. I groan rolling over to my side to check the contact, my heart fluttering at the sight of my boyfriend’s name. I grab my phone hitting answer and put the phone on speaker because I don’t have the energy to hold the phone.

I initiate the conversation to let him know I’m here. “Hey, you.” I croak, my voice sounding like I’ve smoked 20 packs a day since birth.

“Hi, baby” he answers “am I waking you up? You sound tired.” He asks. “No, I’m just a bit sick. Think I caught the flu or something. But what’s up?” I try to act fine but my voice betrays me.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You don’t sound too good. Do you want me to come over and cuddle you?” He asks completely ignoring my question.

“Yeah, baby I’m fine. And you probably shouldn’t come over, I’ve got 104 degrees and I smell like a rats ass.” I say, not wanting him to see me like this. He’s seen me sick before since we’ve been dating a while but not like this.

“Well that’s too bad.” I’m completely lost until I hear the turning of the lock of my apartment door and the faint sound of footsteps coming my direction. My door opens to reveal a gleaming Chris, holding my favourite flowers in one hand and a bag full to the brim with all my favourite foods.

I sit up pouting at him “how did I get so lucky?” He smiles handing me the flowers, setting the bag down and pressing his hand against my forehead to check my temperature, then sliding it down to rest against my cheek.

“Aw, you poor thing. You’re burning up” he says genuinely. “I’m gonna go run you a bath and I’ll be right back” he says pressing a kiss to my temple and pulling away.

“Man I really do smell bad, don’t I?” I say sarcastically, grinning from ear to ear as he walks to the bathroom. I hear him chuckle and then water running.

He comes back to the room reaching his hand out for me to grab. I grip it and he pulls me to my feet and I wobble a bit, blood rushing to my head after laying in bed all day. I then feel an arm at the back of my knees and under my right arm and suddenly I’m in the air, Chris carrying me bridal style to the bathroom.

He puts me down to sit on the toilet seat. I let him help me undress, not caring as long as I get to get in the bath soon. My muscles aching for relief.

When I step into the bath I instantly relax, the water is the perfect temperature. Warm enough to ease some tension in my shoulders and back but not too warm so that I feel nauseous.

I feel like I’m at a spa, Chris went to my room and grabbed a face mask I’ve been meaning to use and applied it for me, even putting some on himself. And now he’s washing my hair for me.

I actually think I fall asleep for a second, the mixture of no sleep, a warm bath and a scalp massage getting the best of me.

When I’m done bathing he grabs me some pyjamas and helps me get dressed. We get back to bed, pulling out the snacks and turning on the tv after he found it under my pillow and watching 10 things I hate about you.

He’s so gentle with me, peppering my face with kisses, whispering how much he loves me and holding me so tight I think he might break one of my ribs.

I don’t remember falling asleep but when I wake up I’m wrapped up in his arms and I’m feeling so much better.

Chris however…

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A/n I love this so much, actually broke my heart to think about the fact that none of you will ever experience this because Chris and I are happily married with 3 kids😔💔 but on a serious note, please tell me if there’s anything you want me to do differently next time! I expect you guys to be absolutely brutal in the comments. Thank you guys for reading, I hope it lived up to your expectations! XOXO 💋

[davidlcki]

Blood Bond

Summary: after bob taylor’s death, you and your police partner loki have to work through the trauma together.

Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGERS IN THIS!!! suicide, lots of blood, cursing, drinking. this whole thing is just sad lol

words: 3,380

There was something beautiful about the bond formed within a traumatic event. Somehow, even in your state, you thought about this. You could feel the shift between you and Loki as he placed his hands on your cheeks, shaking you lightly as a desperate pleas spill from his lips, an attempt to will you back to reality.

His palms slid against your cheeks that were slick with blood. The feeling made you sick. It wasn’t your own blood, of course. But Bob Taylor’s. The man that had been questioned relentlessly by your police force- well- mostly Loki. Loki could only keep his cool for so long. You tried to take over the interrogation, but he was too stubborn to ever let that happen. One thing led to another, and in a blink of an eye Bob had his hands on Lokis gun. You tried. You tried with every fiber of your being to get him to drop it. Whilst the rest of the officers in the room pointed their guns and screamed with rage, you never touched yours.

“Bob… look at me. You don’t wanna do this, okay?” you were close. Almost in arms reach of him. He was listening to you, even through the shouting, he heard you. You continued to inch forwards. “All you have to do, is answer our questions. It’s no trouble. Please, just put the gun down.” you stop, mere inches from being able to grab the gun, but you were too late. Bob looked you dead in the eyes as he brought the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.

You don’t remember falling to the ground, but you do remember the ringing in your ears and the oddly warm feeling of his blood trickling down your face. Loki hooked his arms under yours and dragged you backwards before kneeling down in front of you, blocking the sight of Bobs body. It took a second for his words to reach your ears.

“Y/N! god… jesus…” he didn’t know what to say. You noticed how badly his hands were shaking as he grabbed your face. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, you could only look at him. You noticed how blue his eyes were as you stared into them in a trance that you didn’t know how to get out of. Finally, he lifted you to your feet by your arms, basically dragging you out of the interrogation room. You followed on numb legs as he pulled you all the way to the bathrooms, pushing you down to a sitting position on a bench by the sinks. The dim blue fluorescent lights flickered unpredictably above you.

“Y/N, honey, are you hurt?” his voice was soft and brought you back to reality a little. You had the mind to shake your head no, though if you were you were sure you wouldn’t have felt it. You looked down at your hands in your lap as loki wet a rag in the sink. Your hands, shirt, hair, face, pants, they were speckled with blood. You looked like a sick art project. You decide shut your eyes for a while, allowing Loki to wipe your face down gently. After a while, he speaks.

“Hey, I need you to say something.”

You look at him. Even though you felt numb, there were tears falling down your cheeks, and when you finally opened your mouth to speak, you felt it. A sharp, stabbing, murderous pain.

“I…i’m, I don’t,” your words quickly deteriorated to sobs that violently took over your body. Loki pulled you by your shoulder into him, allowing you to cry into the crook of his neck.

You had only been lokis partner for a month or two, and were very new to the police force. You had never witnessed a murder before, and especially not a suicide by gunshot a foot away from you.

“I’m gonna take you home, alright? Can you get up?” You nod against him as loki ran a hand up and down your back gently as he spoke softly into the silence of the bathroom. You notice the blood that you left seeping into his light blue button up shirt. You wondered if he’d be upset at this.

When you exited the bathroom, you passed by the interrogation room again. Bobs body was gone, but his crimson blood remained. On the walls, on the floor. There was a large smear where you had fell and Loki dragged you backwards. You were dully aware of the way loki brushed off every officer that tried to talk to him. You were sure youd have to fill out some kind of paperwork and have a stern talking to by o’malley, but the sight of you was enough for everyone to back off for now.

The ride home in his car was dead silent. You didn’t dare move. You were afraid that if you did, you’d crumble into a million pieces. Instead, you started down at your lap, counting the flecks of now dried blood that you’d never get out of these clothes.

“You have a very nice place.” Lokis words shot through you like lightning. You didn’t know why. You were too in your head, you guessed. You hardly remembered the walk from the car into your home.

“Thank you.” you look over at him slowly, noticing the look of deep guilt on his features. You’d never seen him show so much emotion before in the short time that you had known him. He stood awkwardly near the island in your kitchen, not sure what to do next.

“Do you… need help, with anything right now? First things first you should probably take a bath.” he looked at you like a lost puppy as he waited for you to say something. You could tell he wasn’t good at this comforting thing, so you figured it best to be blunt.

“I don’t think I Can bathe myself right now.” in reality you knew that was a weird thing to say to your police partner of 3 months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. You needed someone there otherwise you were afraid you might drown in the tub, or get in and never have the will to get back out. Loki dosent hesitate with his answer.

“Yeah… yeah, I can help.” he slips his jacket off and places it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. You avoided looking at the blood stains on his light blue shirt. You show him to the bathroom, watching as he starts a bath. You stood with your arms and legs apart ever so slightly so they wouldn’t touch your sides or each other. You felt disgusting. You refused to move unless you had to. The feeling of the dried blood cracking with each movement on your skin made you want to faint.

Within the blink of an eye, the bath was full, and clouds of white bubbles floated upon the top of the water, calling you to step in. Loki looked up at you from his crouched position in front of the tub. He opened his mouth to say something, you assumed along the lines of ‘the baths ready’ but you didn’t let him continue. Your movements were swift as you pulled your shirt above your head and slipped out of your pants. You didn’t realize how eager you were to get them off of you. You tossed them into the trashcan that sat beside the toilet. Loki, flustered, turned his head away from you. When you were fully stripped, you turn to take a look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. There was smeared blood across your face where Loki had previously tried to clean you off. It was in your hair, and down your neck, cascading between your breasts and stopping at where your bra previously sat against your skin. You couldn’t look anymore. Slowly, you turned towards the tub and stepped in. Once you had settled, Loki finally pulled his head up to look at you. His brows had been furrowed in this expression of worry and guilt for the past however long it had been since the incident, and somehow you were just now taking note of it. You looked at each other for a long while, but nothing was said. Finally, Loki broke eye contact, grabbed a rag, and dipped it beneath the bath water. He gently took your chin in his free hand, turning your face towards him so he could gingerly wipe your face clean. He dragged the cloth down your neck, and inbetween your breasts, until all the blood was tinting the water instead of your skin. Nothing was said. The two of you seemed to be deep in thought. On a normal day, this interaction would have made you faint. But this wasn’t a normal day. Loki ran soap and water through your hair a few times until the water stopped coming out red, before draining all the water. You watched in a trance as the water and bubbles swirled out of sight. You hardly noticed the fact that Loki had pulled you from the tub and wrapped a towel around your naked shivering frame.

“Hey” Lokis voice was stern this time. You shifted your eyes to look at him. “I need you to look at me. Really, look at me. I can see you replaying what happened over and over. I know, it’s happened to me. It’s easy to get stuck. I want you to get dressed for me, alright? I’ll stay overnight with you.” You don’t think you’ve ever heard him talk for this long unprompted. You were seeing a new side of him.

“Okay. thank you, David.” you give him a firm look before stepping past him and into your room. You knew he was shocked at the use of his first name, But you thought it appropriate for the situation.

Being clean made you feel a lot better. You shook the sight of Bob from your thoughts for the 100th time and quickly threw on the first clothes you grabbed in your pajama drawer, which happened to be a pair of shorts and a police force shirt that was given to you way too many sizes too big. When you walked into the kitchen, things seemed more awkward now. Or maybe you were just more aware. Loki was sitting at your kitchen table, fiddling with one of his rings. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a light smile crosses his features. You look away out of embarrassment, remembering he’d seen you completely naked a mere 10 minutes ago.

“You… you really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” you busy yourself with walking to the cabinets of your kitchen to grab two glasses.

“No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t be alone after going through something like this.” Loki watches as you nod and head over to grab water, though stopping at the small collection of liquor sitting on your counter.

“Water or whiskey?” you ask him, forcing a light smile onto your face at your weak attempt at a joke.

“Guess” is all he said. You poured two glasses of whiskey and sat across from him at the table.

“I would say try to completely forget about it, but when you go back you’re going to be bombarded with questions. If someone dosent show up to your doorstep, that is.”

“Well…” you pause for a while, swirling the liquid and taking a sip before continuing. “I don’t know if im ever going back. I’ll sign whatever papers they need and make a statement but…” you let out a large sigh, not having much else to say.

At this, Lokis head shot up to meet his eyes with yours. They were widened with surprise.

“Are… are you sure?” He was looking at you intently, and this shocked you. He seemed afraid.

“No, i’m not sure. But today was a lot. I need to think for a while. Plus, i don’t think anyone really likes me there anyways” You let out a dry laugh. It was true. Most of the officers there gave you snarky looks, and within the short span youve been there you’ve just about heard it all. The entire department thinks your every move was to impress Loki. You knew they were jealous you got to be his partner considering the rep he has, but it still hurt. Especially since you did find Loki crazily attractive, you tried your best to make it look like you didn’t, but your co workers don’t see it that way. Loki nods, his head dipping back down to stare at the little bit of whiskey left in his glass.

“If it gives you any reconciliation, I enjoy having you as my partner.” You meet eyes again, and you cursed yourself as you felt that agonizing pain of butterflies in your stomach. You give a shy smile to match his and you eye his movements as he downs the rest of his drink. You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, and immediately force yourself to look anywhere else but at him. You decide to change the subject.

“Sorry I don’t have a guest bedroom, but the couch is very comfortable” you gesture over to the couch that sat in front of a tv that was playing whatever was going on in the news. You knew sooner or later Bob Taylor would show up as one of their stories.

Loki shrugs and gets up to put his glass in the sink. “I’d sleep on the floor if I had to.” he smiles softly at you and kicks his shoes off by the door. You rise to your feet and place your glass in the sink as well, making a mental note to wash them out in the morning if you found the energy to. You grab a blanket and comfortable pillow from the chest in your room and bring them back down to Loki.

“Thank you again for staying.” you look up at him for a few beats, before turning on your heel to head to your room. Loki watched you walk off until you were out of sight.

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Sleep that night was not so forgiving to you. Though you usually had nightmares, the ones you had tonight were plagued with Bob Taylor. The scene played out in a million different ways. In each one, you tried to save him, but it always ended the same. The sound of his blood splattering against the wall was sickening and bounced around your nightmares seemingly endlessly. What you didn’t know, was that as you dreamt in your bed, you were also screaming.

When you opened your eyes, Lokis face was probably a mere 5 inches from yours. He was half on top of you, shaking your shoulders and holding your arms by your sides to stop your thrashing. You woke up with a half yell half sob as the dream continued to replay in your head.

“Hey, hey!” Lokis harsh tone snapped you out of your trance. “Look at me Y/N” his voice was stern and he kept his firm grasp on your wrists, grounding you and keeping you from reeling back into your thoughts. You were near hyperventilating as you looked up at him helplessly. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, leaving wet spots on the pillow on each side of your head.

“I could have fucking stopped it. I could have been quicker I- I-” another sob chokes the rest of your sentence away. Loki begins to loosen his grip on your wrist, moving his right hand to interlock with yours. He gave you a few firn squeezes, assuring you he was right there for you. You squeeze back as an unspoken ‘thank you’. You sit up to face him in the darkness of your bedroom.

“It was my fault. mine. You didn’t do this, You didn’t cause this. It’s not your fault. say that.” he looks at you for a long while, waiting for you to respond. You could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke, you could see how much the suicide hurt him just as much as it did you.

“I need you to say that Y/N. It’s not your fault.”

Your lip quivers as you speak.

“It’s not my fault”

Loki nods, and you can’t tell if it’s for you or himself. You were both sitting up on the bed, holding hands ahd whispering to each other in the darkness of the room. You could barely make out his face as the moonlight gently seeped through your curtains, but you could tell he was close. Loki closes his eyes, and presses his forehead against yours. This, somehow, was more intimate than any kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed soon after. For a while, neither of you said anything. It was comfortable silence as you reveled in the feeling of his hand interlocked with yours, your breathing in sync as you rested your forehead against his.

The sounds of your sniffling broke the silence. Loki stared into your eyes for a while, unsure of what else he could possibly say to you.

“I don’t think I would have made it through today without you here.” your voice was so quiet that Loki nearly struggled to hear even with your closeness. He found that good reason to tilt his face even closer, causing your noses to touch ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry” he spoke, and this is when you noticed just how close your lips were.

“You couldn’t have known…” you respond. It’s all your mind could come up with. You didn’t know what else you could say, you knew all too well now how hard it is to truly make someone feel better in a situation like this. Either way, your thoughts became clouded as your lips ever so slightly brushed against his as you spoke.

That seemed to be Lokis breaking point. The next thing you knew you were propping yourself up at the force at which he kissed you. It wasn’t soft or gentle, it was rough, raw. You were sure you tasted blood after your teeth clashed together, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It was what you needed after the day you both had. His hands were quickly on your body, toned arms pulling you flush against him as he devoured you.

This kiss was different than any you’d had before. You could nearly physically feel the emotion radiating between the two of you. You hardly noticed when Loki pushed you down to your back, head resting on the pillow that was still wet with your tears. He rested inbetween your legs, his hands not roaming but simply pulling you as close as possible to him. You couldn’t gauge how much time had passed, but eventually, the hunger within his kiss seemed to come to a halt. Slowly, your eyes fluttered opened as Loki pulled away. He was still holding you close, but he seemed to have frozen. Your brows furrowed. Did you do something wrong?

“Loki?” your eyes were struggling to make out his facial expression in the dark, but your mind seemed to go over every possibility. Was he mad? Did he change his mind about you?

Suddenly, something dropped onto your cheek. That’s when you realized. He was crying. A small sob, barely audible, escaped his lips as he began to crumble before you. You ran a hand through his hair gently, your heart somehow shattering more than you thought possible as he rested his forehead against your chest, his weight collapsing on top of you.

“Hey. You’re okay, loki. You’re okay.” your voice was merely a whisper as you held his shaking frame.

“What if I can’t find them?” his voice was small and muffled as he spoke into your shirt. Your mind instantly went to the two missing girls that the entire town of Conyers seemed to be relying on your department to find. You felt hopeless. With Your only lead being dead, you were stuck.

“You will. We will. We’ll find them.” you didn’t know if this was more for Loki or yourself.

[britany1997]

hey bestie for requests i was thinking something with toxic/stalker/possessive paul with a reader he falls for love at first sight/pining for reader since he first saw them, whether that’s him getting jealous of someone at the boardwalk flirting with HIS partner (whether reader knows it or not yet) or reader hanging with friends and paul hates sharing the reader with anyone other than him or something like that. just super possessive paul sounds *chef’s kiss*. feel free to disregard if you don’t want to do this!

Every Breath You Take

Of course of course! Thought this would be a fitting first story for my return to writing:):) hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: stalker/yandere Paul, general yandere behavior, kidnapping, making out, light touching lol

Paul x fem! Reader

“He’s staring at you again,” the semi concerned words of your boyfriend came with a sharp elbow to the side. You catch the eyes of the same wild-haired blond man who seemed to pop up wherever you were.

Like always, your shared gaze didn’t last long as his blue eyes quickly flitted away. Yours narrowed, curious as to how he always seemed to know where you’d be.

“I’m sick of this asshole,” your boyfriend decides, rolling up his sleeves, “him and I are gonna have a conversation.” As he moved forward to walk towards the blond man you placed your hand on his chest, blocking him.

“Let’s not resort to violence,” you firmly suggested, “he’s not doing anything really he’s just…” you sucked in a breath, watching as the man pulled out a joint, not so subtly avoiding your eyes from afar, “watching.”

Your boyfriend scoffed, “you placate the weird kid you end up at the bottom of a lake.” Your nose scrunched in disgust. “What you didn’t see that Netflix doc babe?” He continued, “you never heard of Dahmer?”

You rolled your eyes, rolling your shoulder so his arm slid off, “you’re such a prick sometimes,” you mumbled.

Your boyfriend glared, “whatever, if I’m such a prick, why don’t you go be with that dude.” He gestured at the blue eyed man, who seemed to be trying (and failing) to pretend he wasn’t listening to your conversation.

“In fact,” your boyfriend pulled his keys from his pocket, “maybe he can give you a ride home.”

“What the fuck? You’re really gonna be like this right now?” you shook your head at your boyfriend’s hysterics, “real nice babe.”

He shrugged, saluting you mockingly before turning and walking away, leaving you stranded on the boardwalk.

Your head fell into your hands, what an asshole.

You looked in the direction of that blond guy, maybe he could give you a ride home. All things considered, he did seem harmless…and he was even sorta handsome. But unfortunately for you, he was also gone.

“Shit,” you muttered, pulling out your phone and clicking open the Uber app. You sighed. ‘This time I’m done with him,’ you thought to yourself, ‘no going back.’

“You sure?” A voice as smooth as silk purred over your shoulder, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

As you turned, your wide eyes bore into stunning blue ones. Your jaw went slack. You couldn’t deny that deep down you’d always thought he was an attractive guy…but up close? He might as well have been Adonis.

Maybe he liked seeing you squirm because the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “You done with him baby? Want a real man? Hmm?” His honeyed voice lulled you into a trance. You gasped like a fish as you stared at his perfect face. You let him slip an arm around your shoulder.

But then your brow furrowed, your shoulder tensing under his grip. “But…I never said I was done with him… not out loud,” you mused, shooting him a confused look.

He huffed a quick laugh. “You musta been thinkin out loud sugar,” he winked, “was half way to my bike when I heard you say that, thought I’d come back and getcha, give ya a ride maybe?”

That sounded nice. Much nicer than walking home. And hey, this guy seemed fine, the only thing he’d ever done to you was hang around while you were at the boardwalk, and damn, it was a public place anyway.

You shrugged and let him lead you towards his motorcycle as his arm slipped from your shoulder to your waist.

As you settled into the seat in front of him, he smiled brightly. “Lucky I was here huh sugar? The breakers is a good five miles from here.”

As one of his hands slid around a handlebar and the other wrapped itself around your hip, you froze. “How do you know which apartment complex I live in?” You whispered, fear coursing through you.

You felt Paul’s grip on your hip tighten as his body tensed behind you. Then he relaxed, fingers drawing light circles on your hip bone. “Fuck babydoll, knew I’d mess this up.” You felt him lean in closer, his head resting on your shoulder.

You willed your body to run, scream, do anything, but you were petrified, held captive by your fear and this man’s firm, veiny hands.

“This might hurt,” he whispered into your ear before his teeth sunk into your neck.

You were awoken by the feeling of a hand running through your hair. You smiled softly, leaning into the touch as your eyes slowly opened.

The scene you’d expected to wake to, of your boyfriend lovingly stroking your locks, vanished as you were met with the same bright blue eyes of the man from the boardwalk.

“Oh good you’re awake,” he smiled his terribly beautiful smile, the sight of it now making you sick.

You tensed and tried to pull away before realizing the blond man had your left wrist handcuffed to the bed.

“Just a precaution for now,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “when you can show me you can be a good girl for me, I’ll take it off.” He promised, almost gently.

You whimpered as you began to feel tears threatening to spill.

Paul softened, “no baby don’t cry,” he managed to gather you up in his arms, your cuffed hand hanging awkwardly from the bed as he cradled you.

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he promised, “I’ll spoil you, hold you, love you, whatever you want.” He buried his face into the nape of your neck and inhaled deeply. “I wanted to do this right, honest!” He told you, “but you’re so damn smart babydoll, you figured it all out so I just had to take ya.”

You sucked in a breath, fighting to hold back your tears as the blond man rambled desperately.

“It’s Paul by the way,” he tells you, “but you can call me anything you want sugar, whatever makes you happy,” I seductive smirk played on his lips, “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to call me daddy.”

You cringed.

“Not there yet? Ok baby” Paul’s grip on you tightened, you could feel his freezing skin pressed against every part of you.

Your heart rate raced at his touch and he sighed. “I promise I’m not gonna hurt you babydoll,” he whispered, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck once more. “I’ll be so sweet to you.”

“You bit me,” your quiet voice whimpered, “that hurt.” You reminded him.

Paul sighed, “I know sugar, I won’t ever bite you again…unless you want me to of course,” he promised, purring the last part into your ear.

You squeaked.

His hand moved to caress your cheek as he titled your gaze up to his. “I’ll be so good to you baby I promise. I’ll treat you like a princess.” His thumb rubbed against your cheek as his eyes softened with a boyish sweetness and adoration. “You’re so cute, and soft, and human.” He spoke almost absentmindedly, smiling as he touched you.“I’ll give you anything you want sugar, anything.” He whispered, his voice laced with desperation.

“You always looked so tired when you came home from work,” Paul continued, stroking your hair while he spoke. “Used to get so worried about bills…about everything. I can take care of you baby don’t you see? You’ll never have to worry about anything here, all you gotta worry ‘bout is lookin pretty f’me.” He kissed your cheek.

“Fuck, that shouldn’t be too hard for ya huh baby? You’re always so damn pretty for me,” his eyes clouded with hunger as he looked at you. “I’m gonna be so good to you babydoll” he repeated, his voice dripped with honey as he nipped at your neck.

You gasped at the sensation of him licking and sucking on your sensitive skin. The same sensation that had terrified you moments ago, now had you squirming with pleasure in Paul’s lap.

While you sunk into the feeling of his mouth on your skin, his hand found it’s way to the hem of your shirt. It snaked under to rub gentle circles on your stomach, sneaking higher with every caress.

You mewled in delight. Paul’s touch blew your boyfriend’s out of the water. To him, pleasure had been a game, to Paul, pleasure was an art.

You snapped back to reality when you felt Paul hardening against you in his lap.

Your eyes flew open as you remembered where you were, as you remembered the cuff around your wrist. This wasn’t right.

“W-wait,” you managed to whimper out, pushing his chest back as you did. “This is all a little much right now,” you said hesitantly, bracing yourself for Paul’s reaction.

His gaze softened, “course sugar, don’t wanna push ya.” He planted a chaste kiss on your lips before detangling himself from the bed and kneeling in front of you. “Do you want something to eat baby?” He asked, his pretty blue eyes full of adoration.

You nodded, blushing under his loving gaze.

“What do ya want sugar? I can get you anything,” He offered.

Your brow furrowed as you struggled to decide what you wanted.

Paul stopped you, “I’m sorry baby, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “I’ll pick for you, just relax ok? I can make all your choices for you sweetheart.”

With that, he flashed you a boyish grin and took off to get you something to eat.

Once he was gone, you leaned back against the bed frame and sighed. Your free hand moved to your neck, feeling around where Paul had bit and kissed you. Electricity coursed through you at the memory.

You looked around the little cave Paul had you in. The walls were plastered with posters of heavy metal bands and all around the room there were crates filled to the brim with records. A collection that must have taken decades to amass, you realized.

The room actually looked decently clean, you had thought. Until you’d looked a little harder and noticed clothes and leftover pizza boxes poking out from underneath the bed. You smiled to yourself, he’d tried.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized it might not be so bad to have such a devilishly handsome man so hopelessly devoted to you. Your job was exhausting, and you were always stressed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let someone take care of you, God knows your boyfriend…your ex boyfriend, never had.

And Paul had been so sweet, so gentle, so loving with you. You hated to admit it, but you’d loved the way he touched you. And you found yourself wondering how long it would be till he’d touch you again.

You bit your lip at the thought. How could something wrong, feel so right?

‘Maybe this isn’t so bad,’ you thought to yourself as Paul walked through the entrance to his room with an armful of Chinese takeout boxes.

So when he flashed you his signature bright smile, you allowed yourself to smile back.

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[arece]

Late Arrival

♤ John Wick x platonic!f!reader (father/daughter duo???) series masterlist

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♤ Summary: You accidentally kill a man after he attacks you, only to discover he's the son of a very dangerous and powerful gang leader. Your safety is now entrusted in the hands of John Wick. (2.6k)

♤ Warnings: Attempted assault (not successful or too detailed), John Wick violence and death, descriptions of injuries and blood.

♤ a/n: This is possibly one part of many. I roughly have a whole series planned out but would like to see if others are interested in it before I fully commit to it. If you have any thoughts or requests of what you'd like to see with these two, request away!

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The bright crimson leaked a trail down the alley towards you and you threw yourself back in a last ditch effort to keep it away from you. There was already enough blood on your hands which you desperately tried to wipe away, it was too late they were already stained.

What you did finally hit you as you caught sight of the bloodied pipe tossed to the side of the now mangled body. “Fuck.” You almost start heaving as your breathing begins to pick up. Where did he even come from?

You were on your latest job for Aurelio, stealing whatever parts he needed for his latest design. He came upon you when you naively tried to steal from him months ago, when he caught you he seemed the furthest thing from pissed.

Highly amused he thought a crafty thief of a fourteen year old was good for his business. He took you in dubbing you the ‘street rat’ and you ran his errands. It was better than living on the streets, surviving off of scraps like you’d been for the last two years. Although weary of the man and his definitely not-so-legal work, you agreed to join.

Being discreet was your biggest ally, being so young you were mistaken for just a regular kid which made it easier to hide away in plain sight, stealing from the unsuspecting. After living on the streets for so long you liked to think you knew the city inside out.

Twisting through alleyways was the perfect way to remain out of sight, it was also the perfect way to get attacked. You were leaning against the wall, catching your breath after almost getting caught from your latest heist.

You may have laughed at the guy when he walked right past you, pissed off, clueing him on who stole from him. You could only think about how annoyed Aurelio was gonna be with you as you ran two extra blocks.

You noticed a shadow moving closer to you from the corner of your eye, before you could move one arm wrapped around your midsection yanking you to a chest and another covering your mouth.

You jab your elbow straight into your attackers ribs, causing them to release you but not before tossing you further back into the alley near a dumpster. You scrambled up and managed to catch sight of the person.

It was a guy, roughly in his twenties. He was tall but lanky and dressed in a way that screamed ‘douchey-rich’. The type of kids who thought they were the shit before getting robbed by the small group of street kids.

“What the fuck do you want? I didn’t take shit.” You had assumed he was one of the guys' lackeys. You realized you were wrong when a sickly smirk grew on his face, his eyes slightly crazed.

He walked closer to you and you backed up until you bumped into the dumpster. He seemed to only get more excited when he saw how scared you grew which only increased the sick feeling you felt festering. “I’m only here for some fun.”

He lunged at you, knocking you to the ground and your head slammed against the concrete. Vision blurred as you watched his wandering hands reach for you. No, no, no. You couldn’t tell if you were screaming but he still covered your mouth with one hand.

Your head turned to the side and by the corner of the dumpster you saw a lone metal pipe. Slowly, your left hand reaches for it, fingertips brushing against the cold metal before you fully have it in your grasp.

You move your hold to the middle of it and use all your strength to hit the end against the side of his head. He falls against you and you cry out, shoving him off you in a panic. Everything feels hazy and faraway.

You stand on unsteady feet now holding onto the pipe with both hands, raising it above your head you let out a sob and smash it down on his head. Again. Again. Over and over till you lose your strength and your lungs give out from your wails.

You dropped the metal beside his caved in head and fell back to the ground. Wiping the blood away desperately you scooch back from the swirling crimson puddle coming from him. Something catches the light momentarily.

A silver pin was on his jacket now tainted with his blood. You choked on your breath when you caught sight of the symbol on it - a card spade. Now you were really in for it, you just killed the son of one of the most influential gangs. Aurelio said they were second to The High Table. You didn’t know much about either but the fear in his eyes spoke volumes.

Pocketing the pin, you stumble up still in a daze. You smear trickles of blood over your face when you roughly shove your hair back. You had a lot to explain to Aurelio, maybe he’ll decide you weren’t worth the risk. Afterall, you’re as good as dead now.

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You stood in front of the garage shop, the definition of a mess. Clothes ripped, hair knotted, drenched in blood, and you were pretty sure your head was busted open from the earlier fall. Aurelio rushed out, pushing past the others to reach you.

“What the fuck happened?” He eyed you over, his worry breaking through his angered demeanor. You numbly reached into your pocket and held out the bloodied spade pin, “I didn’t mean to.”

He did a once over of the pin and you before shoving one of the chairs beside him, “fuck.” You slightly flinch back but remain unaffected otherwise as you stared blankly ahead. He rubs a hand over his face, catching sight of a gold coin atop his desk.

“I have a favor to call in.” He walks off into his office quickly, muttering to one of the guys about getting you something to clean up with as he reaches for his phone. You're handed a damp rag but just hold it as you listen in to bits and pieces of Aurelio’s phone call.

You mostly make out rough grumbling but catch some words. “Favor…come and see… accident -  he tried to…” You stop listening in after that, shutting your eyes tightly in an attempt to block out everything that just happened.

You don’t know how long you stood there but were interrupted by Aurelio clearing his throat. Your eyes snap open to see him awkwardly gesturing to the rag you held in your grasp. “Not gonna clean up?”

You shake your head and toss it to the side, it didn’t matter no matter how much you scrubbed the blood would remain, hands forever tainted with a reddish hue. “Who were you talking to?”

He pulled up the chair he pushed to the side earlier and brushed your question off. 

His hands clasped together, his leg bouncing up and down in an anxious frenzy, “do you wanna talk about-”

“No.” You snapped firmly. You shocked yourself with the aggression you showed towards him. You shrunk back in guilt. Aurelio seemed to understand as he changed back to the question you asked earlier.

“I called in a favor. Who you killed, you’re gonna need someone to keep you safe and he can.” Your heart dropped in realization, you were right, Aurelio thought you were too much of a risk and was pawning you off to some stranger.

In the end you couldn’t really blame him, you had severely fucked up yet you couldn’t help but feel the burning sting of betrayal and hurt.  He had taken you in, fed you, housed you, and taught you. Now you were being thrown out so easily. “If the Spade’s are so powerful, how is some guy supposed to protect me?”

It felt like a childish jab, like you were one step away from pouting your bottom lip out. Aurelio sighed and brushed a hand over the top of his head. “He’s John Wick,” he slightly scoffed, a ghost of a grin on his face like he’s on some inside joke.

Your brows furrowed, now frustrated by how amused he seemed at the prospect of your imminent death. Your hands formed fists, the now dried blood flaking off at your knuckles reminding you of the state you were in. “Who the fuck is John Wick?” 

“Him.” You looked behind you to see a tall man standing at the entrance in an all black suit. You hadn’t even heard him come in - you really needed to work on people being able to sneak up on you so easily.

He was older, late forties to mid fifties. Shoulder length hair and a full beard that had odd patches dipping near his mouth. The man was stoic, a displeased frown that you could tell sat permanently on his face from the way it suited him.

His displeasure seemed to grow as he observed you before turning back to Aurelio, “she’s a kid.” You huffed out, not liking how he brushed off your presence, “yeah, real observant asshole.” Aurelio glared at you while John continued to ignore you.

“She is. Look, they're going to come after her and we both know I can’t do shit - but you.” John surveyed you again. You felt uncomfortable under his gaze but refused to back down, standing tall. You weren’t gonna let him intimidate you, not after what happened today.

He seemed to find what he was looking for, nodding at Aurelio. “Let’s go,” he grabs the coin from Aurelio before heading out the garage, waiting for you to follow. You began to feel panic crawling up your throat at the idea of leaving with this guy.

You turned to Aurelio, begging with your eyes as you felt your eyes burning, a threat to possible tears. You were scared, god were you scared. Aurelio shook his head, muttering a small, “go” before heading back into his office.

You sniffed, grabbing the stupid part you stole for him and threw it at one of the windows, shattering it. You were hoping for a reaction but was met with complete silence. He gave up on you. 

You followed after John in defeat. He got you into the passenger seat of his Boss 429. While he pulled out he reached into the center console and tossed you some wipes to clean off the blood. You had a feeling it was something he frequently experienced.  

You roughly wiped at the dried blood, you wouldn’t be able to clean all of it off but this will do for now. “Where are you taking me?”

He stared at the road ahead, only sparing you a small glance through the rearview mirror, “the Continental.” His answer was short and blunt, getting information out of him will be hard but you’re persistent.

“What’s the Continental.” Without a moment passing, “a hotel.” You frowned and carelessly let the blood stained wipes fall to the bottom of the car. If he was bothered by it he didn’t say anything. “How’s a hotel supposed to protect me?”

“It’s discreet.” The way he answered in riddles further annoyed you. Your trust in him was short, you don’t know what Aurelio gave him, just the gold coin? Either way it seemed small considering the gang he’d have to go up against and just for you.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” He shook his head. You leaned back in your seat and lifted your legs to rest on the console. No point in fighting this now, you were trapped in the car with him.

Without looking he pushed your legs back down, paying no mind to your glare. “Not safe.” You scoffed, yet listened to him and kept your feet down. “I’m being hunted down after killing some asshole and have to rely on you. I think the car is the least of my worries.”

He lightly snorted at your jab but was cut off by a car slamming into you guys from the back. His arm shot out in front of you, holding you back from flying forward. “You alright?” You breathlessly nodded, watching as he looked back.

He reached back into the console, this time pulling out a gun. He unbuckled you and pushed you down below the window view. “Stay down,” he orders you before getting out of the car, the sounds of gunshots firing immediately. 

You weren’t able to follow his orders for long when the cracked back windshield was shattered. You flinched back down, covering your head with your arms. One of the men in all black tactical gear crawled in towards you.

Your eyes widened, frantically you reach blindly behind you until your hand manages to grab ahold of the door handle. You yank on it just as the man reaches to pull you by your leg, falling out of the car backwards and hitting your already injured head.

You kick at his wrist in an attempt to break free though it was little use. With blurred vision he reached for your arms and pulled you upright. You punched at his shoulders, arms, ribs, anything you could reach as panic filled you at the all too familiar scene playing out.

John turned back from cutting one of the men down with their own knife at the sound of your scream. He was met with you in a mercenary's grip, trying to escape while he tried to search you over.

He flipped the knife around, tightening his grip around it as he strode back over to the car. His steps were silent enough that the mercenary didn’t look up until it was too late. He pulled at the arm wrapped around yours, bending until he heard a satisfying snap.

The man yelled out and you were released from his grip. You fell to the ground and John grabbed the man by his now broken arm until he was close enough to plunge the blade straight through his throat.

Blood sprayed over the both of you as you frantically crawled backwards. John let the body drop and turned to see you looking at the bodies all around with a crazed look in your eye. He knelt down to your level and reached for your shoulder. 

You began to thrash around wildly, shrieking for him to let you go. “Stop- hey, hey,” He tried to call out to you as he wrapped you tightly in his grip, preventing the possibility of you accidentally hurting yourself. 

He held on as you sobbed. You gripped onto him as you came to, not wanting him to let go. “I got you, kid. I got you now.” You heaved into his chest and he clutched the back of your sore head in a soft hold.

After you had settled he cautiously released you and looked you over to make sure you weren’t physically hurt. He gently moved your face to the side, wiping the fresh blood away to take a closer look at the back of your head.

“We’ll get the Doctor to look at that,” he stood up, pulling you with him. He wrapped his arm around you to guide you back to the car that was now severely damaged. You didn’t have the energy to question him, you just let him buckle you in and place his jacket over you.

You curled up in your seat and let yourself fall asleep under his watchful eye. You don’t know how the Spade’s have found you so quickly. All you did know was that trusting him was all you had left.

[djarincore]

The Man You Deserve

summary: Din returns after six months with a big question.

word count: 740

tags: cowboy!au, slight angst. happy ending, suggestive themes, younger Din, gn!reader

a/n: part of my 500 words a day series. the letter is c for cowboy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You here to rob me, Djarin?” You drawled, after peeking an eye open to spot the man blocking your sunlight. You were sitting, lounging against a tree, attempting to take a break from your farm work.  

His worn, leather cattleman shaded his amused expression. Once upon a time, your cheeks would have burned seeing his sweet brown eyes gazing at you, but you were long past those feelings—that was what you told yourself despite the stutter in your chest at the sight of him again. It had been six months and twelve days since you last saw his face—not that you were counting.

“Nope,” he said, easing down beside you with a content sigh and leaning against the tree. His arm brushed yours and you could feel the goosebumps start to rise along with your heart rate. 

Curse your damn feelings.

You crossed your arms, pulling yourself further away from him, and buried your feelings beneath muttered words, “They got a bounty on your head ‘round here. What’re you doing back?” 

“Wanted to come and see my favorite person,” he teased. 

“What part of ‘I never want to see you again’ do you not understand?” You grumbled. You thought your last exchange would be the end of everything. It was heated—tense, angry words were thrown back and forth. Even though the fight ended with the two of you in bed together, he was gone the next morning. 

He shrugged. “Thought you were jokin’.”  

You gritted your teeth and stood, trembling with anger. You hated the carefree smile he plastered onto his face all the time; you wished he would just be serious for once. “You’re a damn bastard, you know that? You don’t get to just show up whenever it pleases you.” 

That was the main reason you fought with him that night. He drifted in and out of your life as he pleased; he rode around with his stupid gang of outlaws and never gave a damn about how much you worried over him when he came back with more scars he wouldn’t talk about. You were tired of waiting for him; you wanted to settle down and start a family.   

“I don’t mean to upset you,” he said and rose slowly as if not to spook a horse. 

“Then don’t come back here again, Din.” Your traitorous voice began to waver as tears filled your eyes. 

His smile finally disappeared as he moved to cradle your cheek. “Come on, now.” He swiped away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek with his thumb. “I swear, I didn’t mean to make you cry by comin’ back here. I just needed to ask you somethin’.” 

“I’m not going with you.”

There was only one question he ever asked and it was never the one you wanted to hear—will you come with me? Your answer was always the same; you had a job on the farm and a sick mother to take care of, more responsibilities than he seemed to understand. 

He shook his head, an uncharacteristically nervous smile slowly pulling at his lips, and released you. “No, that’s not what I was gonna ask.” 

“Then, what is it?” You sighed, soaking up the rest of your tears with your shirt. 

He fished for something in his satchel and pulled something out with his fist wrapped around it. “Now,” he started, “I know you didn’t want me comin’ back and I tried to stay away, but I just couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you, wonderin’ if you got someone new.”     

He unfurled his fist and revealed a shining silver ring. 

Part of you almost didn’t want to believe what you were looking at. “Did you steal this?” You blurted out.

“Huh? N-No, I saved up some money—honest money—and bought it. I came back to ask you to marry me.” 

Before your head could get lost in the cloud of excitement and bliss, you reminded yourself of reality. “But, you have a bounty out for you.”

“I paid it off, starting today I’m a good, honest man—the kind you deserve,” he said proudly.   

You felt tears beginning to well up in your eyes again. This time it wasn’t from heartache. You brushed your finger over the rim of the band and nodded, too overwhelmed to speak again. 

He swept you into his arms. “I promise I won’t let you down again.” 

“I know you won’t.”

[ndisalover]

CUMBERSOME PASTS L.S.KENNEDY

synopsis: you return home from a trip, to be met with a horrific situation, and end up meeting one of your old 'horrific situations'- your ex boyfriend- Leon S. Kennedy.

PART 3

It was baffling that you could even recall how you met each other, you’re confident you just blocked most memories of your relationship with him to avoid the pain of thinking about how it ended. Standing up dizzily from that bin, you became in dire need of alcohol. It became a slight habit after breaking up with him and being disowned by your parents.

You could hear Leon talking to someone else in the room, hearing a concerned voice lowly sat

“She alright?”, coming from a voice you didn’t recognise.

Which was followed with silence, presuming he answered with his face instead.

Your legs felt a little sluggish as you walked over to Leon, and a police officer who seemed very injured. The man’s brown skin was paling, blood marks staining his shirt as well as his bloodied hand. The beating of your heart increased at the sight, he needed help, and quick. Which was ironic as you needed help too.

No matter how hard you wanted to deny it, you were becoming really sick, and if you didn’t get some type of medical care. It looked bad.

But that also made you acutely aware of your injury, deciding to zip up your jacket to conceal it. It was worse enough having it, but letting people know you’re weaker know like Leon, would make it horrible.

“I’m Y/n L/n” All you could do was offer him a smile, trying to act like you weren’t just heaving your guts out.

“Marvin Branagh, you doing ok?”

As tired as he seemed, the injured man offered you a little smile, reminding you to show a little emotion of your own.

“Yeah I’m, I’m good, just don’t do totally well with the guts and everything”

It was a lie, but not an unbelievable one. He didn’t need to know you were injured if he was too.

He nodded in agreement, glancing at Leon while doing so.

In your head you were debating just leaving, even though you’d probably have a better chance at surviving with these two, it was just too mentally torturing.

You nefariously felt like dying was better than spending this night trying to survive with Leon.

The thought genuinely made you shiver.

You subtly shook your head in disbelief. What was wrong with you?? Marvin was injured, he needed help.

“Ok Lieutenant , I’m ready”

Leon suddenly moved forward after meddling with his outfit you realised what it was, an RPD outfit?

That brought you back to your original question as to why the fuck he was there? Maybe Marvin had given him the uniform for protection, that idea comforted you more than the other one.

The scratchy tone of his voice had changed, it sounded a lot more mature, resonant.

It made you realise how long it had been.

“Hopefully the..,” The bloodied man glanced at you, which caused you to shuffle forward a little, trying to make sure he didn’t have to bend his neck so far.

He gripped a small notepad in his hand, you noticed.

“two of you’ll be able to find a way out of this station. That officer you met earlier- Elliot. He thought this secret passageway might do the trick”

Marvin handed Leon the notebook, which he held with his gloved hands, letting out a grunt of pain in the process.

This guy wanted you to team up with him?

Him announcing it made it all real and that’s when the panic hit in. Maybe you could grab a glance at the notebook, then leave them alone.

Or just leave anyway.

“Uhm, sir with all due respect, I think I’m gonna go now. If I meet anyone that can come back to help you, I’ll definitely ask them to!”

Your face was already apologetic, biting your inner cheek, but you were being truthful.

The heels of your boots were ready to swivel to leave before you heard something.

A slight scoff was thrown out into the air. You already knew what to do, tilting your head to glare at the blonde haired man, who didn’t even offer his gaze back, obnoxiously staring at the book instead.

The audacity of him to already hold such attitude even at a time like this. You hadn’t even said hello to him. It wasn't like him to stoop to such childishness, but you'd broken up so long ago that maybe he'd changed, and for the worse.

“Y/n, as you’ve been able to come from outdoors, undamaged, you already know how soon it’ll be that something happens. Trust me. I don’t know what happened between you and this young man here, but you’ll need all the help you get, even if it’s from your enemy.”

He sighed stiffly once done, looking at you with a familiar expression of pain, most likely from his injury.

The few curls that dangled in front of your face, failing to be held back by your now loose slick back, shook a little as you dropped your head in thought. You squinted your dry, messy mascara-d eyes for a second at the searing pain as you lifted your head up, hoping he passed it as slight annoyance. All the sides of your head pounded in a deceptively warm tingly pain, warning you.

The pack of stolen painkillers that was am you could from a looted medicine store was sitting in your jacket pocket, at least you had something to soothe the pain. Although you had to try and find some first aid protection, like bandages, or even spray.

"Alright, I hear you.”

It was bittersweet, Marvin’s berate sounded so similar to listening to your dad lecture you, he even looked like him a little ironically I. Except you knew Marvin had the best in mind for you, your father on the other hand wouldn’t have.

“This is good news, we can get you to a hospital.” Leon had a hopeful glint in his dark blue eyes, looking over the hunched over man.

At least he had the same idea as you. It was hard to not notice how he had consciously put an effort in at avoiding to look at you, throughout the whole of the conversation. How nice.

“No- no I am not the priority here”

You felt your heart drop at his suggestion, opening your mouth eagerly to detest. He wanted to be left behind?

“Lieutenant, I’m not just gonna leave you here-“

Leon had already beaten you to it, protesting in that same tone you heard whenever he spoke to higher authorities.

“I’m giving you an order, rookie! You save yourself first.”

The man turned his gaze between the both of us, still clutching his side.

It was hard not to flinch at the sudden raise of his usual level voice, you could tell he was trying to be harsh to get his message across. Clearly he didn't feel want to be harsh though, as way as you watched his blood splattered fist, clench then unclench.

He was insane right?

Leon stepped back slightly, which you understood.

“Marvin-“ It wasn’t right to leave him here, when help could be found, even if it was a bad situation, it wasn't fair for him to put himself second. So you spoke out.

“I’d come with you both but I’d just slow you down.”

The man held your gaze, showing his sincerity in those struggling eyes of his.

Defiance was still rumbling within you, but in a sense you understood now. It was a sacrifice he decided to make, the least that could be done was giving him the option in the first place.

“Now…you’ll need this”

You watch Marvin hand Leon his knife you presumed, which saddened you. He really doesn’t have the power not energy to attempt to leave.

It was hard to watch so you turned away, deciding to look through some of the drawers at the station, before you had to go.

Tears glistened in your eyes like rainwater hitting dry land as you pulled some ammo from a random metal drawer in a messy desk. The whole day felt overwhelming.

As you had the chance, you pulled out the pack of pain relief, popping 3 pills into your mouth and dryly swallowing them down.

Even if you found water, it wasn’t worth risking infection.

It was the right moment to take a pause before facing what you were about to face. You could feel your hands threaten to shake as you took a couple of unsteady breaths, closing your eyes in an attempt to stay calm. The amount of emotions and pain you were in was overwhelming, but the nerves were something you always struggled with. Although you reminded yourself that now wasn’t the time to freak the fuck out.

A firm clear of the throat caused you to turn your head, which you immediately regretted, feeling a tear of pain as you strained yourself a little.

Leon stood idly, he moved his low eyes from yours, down to your torso then he suddenly turned away, expression remaining blank as always throughout his whole inspection. A sense of resentment radiated of him when he had his critical glare on you, but what irritated you the most was his lack of shame or embarrassment.

Oh he was unbearable.

He turned away heading towards a shuttered doorway, indicating it was time to move out.

You decided to say bye to Marvin, walking carefully over to him and thinking that it would hopefully not your last word to him.

“See you later, Marvin”

The creases under your eyes lifted up to show a little bit of hope, while he looked at you lifting his eyebrows weakly.

“Stay safe y/n, and uh..”

“Yep?” Your eyebrows scrunched a little in question.

“You really should get that situation on your side sorted out, if you don’t want to end up like me.”

He knew.

The knowing twinkle in his eyes looked sympathetic after a second as he gazed over you. A small part of your heart was soothed to hear that weirdly. It might’ve been the only expression of worry for you from anyone that you’d heard in months. Even from your boss at the bar you’d worked at here, the ‘Star and Duke’, didn’t care if you’d fallen down a flight of stairs unless you couldn’t work.

It was cruel that the world decided to show it now, and by a good man that was at risk of a painful fate.

You bit your dry lip before quietly mumbling out a weak,

“I’ll try”, looking him in the eyes while doing so.

Marvin nodded , turning his face away while tightening his hand on his side, hissing in pain.

A shroud of doom sat in you, as you walked over to Leon in your heavy boots.

What if you died in this city tonight? You’d never be able to go back to travel the world like you’d planned to, or start a family like you’d dreamed of..

Life must’ve been laughing at you too, Leon was the man you thought you’d do all those things with at some point in your life. And, how was that going?

The beep of the button to open the door made you blink away those thoughts. Right now, you had to focus on surviving, there was no point lingering on the negative outcomes.

Leon already had his gun out ready, so you followed in unison, preparing for the horrors awaiting as you walked behind him,

He was like a stranger to you now, you thought, as you studied his unfamiliar tense figure.

The obvious resentment he felt towards you just caused the cloud of pessimism in your mind to darken.

Would he even care if you died in there? In a sense the whole situation was karma towards you, and maybe that worsening wound was too.

notes: guys the injury I described is pretty bad but Marvin survived a day with a similar injury to it. Y/n can do this!!😭 also this chapter kinda sucks bum, but the juice is coming quick from now! Prepare for action ehehe‼️

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[kidstemplatte]

I know this might be a heavy ask (feel free to ignore), but the way you write Terzo brings me so much comfort. I had a really scary experience tonight with a man, I won’t go into detail but he was weird with me on my train journey and then followed me for the most part of my walk home. If you’re ok with it, I would love for you to write how Terzo would comfort his s/o when they get inside their home a little shaken up.

Thank you for everything you write, it’s amazing 🤎

silence

pairing: terzo/reader

summary: reader enters house shaken after being followed on the way home by a man.

i have so much to say in response to this, so there's gonna be a message at the end of this for you, anon, and everyone.  i always kind of feel the need to include a message in my fics but this one is gonna be longer. sorry i know i’m typing like im accepting a nobel peace prize or something but this really means a lot to me <3

Do I pretend I’m on the phone? No, I’ll look distracted. Should I go on the other side of the street? That’s too obvious. What if I turned around and walked the other way? No, then we would cross paths, and then he might- Satanas- What do I do?

You strode down the sidewalk at full-speed, adrenaline pumping as you sought to complete your one objection: Make it home.

As you approached your block, you turned the corner rapidly. The sound of the man’s footsteps had quieted down, leaving you in an ominous silence. Was he still following you?

Taking a leap of faith, you counted to three and turned around.

One, Two, Three.

Gone.

You let out an audible sigh of relief.

The train ride home today, typically uneventful, had been a very unpleasant one to say the least. A perverse man sitting near you had taken it upon himself to say some drastically inappropriate things to you, things that made you squeamish and sick to your stomach. Even when you got off the train, gathering your things in a hurry, his harassment didn’t stop. You could hear his persistent pacing behind you for the majority of your walk home.

Things like this came with adulthood, they unfortunately happened to many people.But that didn’t make it any easier. Moments like these made you long for the innocence and naivety you possessed as a child. When strangers weren’t potential harassers, but potential friends. When a man’s smile signified kindness instead of danger. You were so innocent, so blissfully unaware of the cruelties of the world.

You safely made it back home, swiftly unlocking the front door, before entering, slamming it shut, and locking it again.

“Hello-“ Terzo’s lively greeting came to a quick halt when he caught sight of your panicked state.

“What is wrong? What happened?” he questioned, his voice softer than usual.

“I just- on the train ride home this guy was saying things to me, and he was behind me most of the walk home and I was scared he was following me.” You explained.

Terzo, immediately going to protective mode, dashed to the windows and looked outside. “Do you need me to call the police? Should I summon some of the Ghouls, perhaps? They could-”

“It’s okay, Terzo. Thank you. He’s gone.” you assured him wearily.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.”

Terzo took a deep breath in and out, turning around to face you once again.

“Okay.” he responded. “Come here, lovely.” he cooed, holding his arms out. You eagerly accepted his invitation, melting into his warm embrace as he moved his hands lovingly up and down your back. “Nothing will hurt you when you’re with me. Nothing.” he whispered, gently kissing the side of your head as it was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I just- I feel gross.” You sniffled.

Terzo gently pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes.

“You? Gross? No, no no, cara mia. What is gross is that imbecile shithead who was saying those things to you. Is there anything you want me to do? To make you feel safe?”

“I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Lucky for you, neither do I.” Terzo smiled, “I never do now that i know you.”

You smiled at his affection, placing your hands on each side of his face before giving him a kiss.

“Want to order dinner? I burnt the spaghetti earlier.” Terzo confessed.

“Terzo- How did you burn spaghetti?”

“I am a culinary talent.”

He actually was, that’s what made it so funny. You and Terzo settled on ordering pizza. Not fancy pizza. The greasy fast food kind that Terzo secretly loved. Despite his efforts to be perceived as a “foodie”, the man secretly loved eating like a teenage boy. It’s a little fun fact about him you thought was very adorable. You two weren’t strangers to 1 am McDonald’s runs or late-night Doordash shenanigans.

“Movie? What do you want to watch?”

“Nothing scary, please.” You laughed.

“Nothing scary it is, then.” He replied.

As you two started a movie, a comforting favorite of yours, and settled on the couch, you took a seat, but were interrupted by Terzo wrapping his arms around your waist and rearranging your position.

“Hey!” You laughed. “What are you-“

Before you could protest, Terzo had snuck behind your spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

He ran his hands up and down your body, in a way you knew wasn’t suggestive, but purely out of affection. He played with your hair, gently scratching your scalp in circular motions the way he knew you liked.

Terzo had a wickedly adorable trick he loved to play on you. Sometimes, when you were laughing at something, Terzo would devilishly tickle you to amplify your laughter even more, eager to hear more of his favorite sound in the world. You knew of this little game, so you often stifled your laughter during funny scenes to avoid his tickling. However, Terzo knew you long enough to recognize even a slight laugh from you when he felt your body jolt even in the slightest.

“I felt that…” he would say ominously before you would beg for mercy, even though you both knew you loved it.

“I didn’t laugh! I swear! I promise!”

Your pleas meant nothing. Before you knew it, you were nearly screaming as Terzo viciously tickled you in all the places he knew were your weak spots.

“No! Stop! Stop! Satan, please, help me!” you squealed through a fit of laughter.

Your struggle resulted in you and Terzo both falling onto the ground.

But he did not stop.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried, smiling so hard your face hurt.

“You must pay the price.”

“The-haha- the price for what?”

“For being adorable.”

Eventually you made it back to the couch, stomachs hurting from laughing so hard. And when you cried at a touching scene, he peppered kisses on your face and neck, holding you even tighter than before. You two had laid together for so long, so comfortable in silence with each other, that eventually some other movie had begun playing automatically.

“I love you, cara mia.” He whispered, his breath in your ear sending a warm shiver down your spine and making your eyes grow heavier.

There was no person, no place, nothing in the world who made you feel as safe as you did with Terzo. Safe enough to let go, fall asleep in their arms, without fear of what may happen when you weren’t fully present.

“I love you too.” you whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

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a little message:

first off- i'm so so so sorry that happened to you. that stuff is so terrifying.. we live in a very scary world full of scary things and scary people and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. you deserve to feel safe.

second off- i can’t ignore this ask. i know this sounds silly, i’m on tumblr writing fanfiction about a satanic band for christ’s sake, i’m not trying to act like some saint,  but this is really why i do this. fanfiction has brought me so much comfort throughout my life and given me a safe space. i want to be that for someone else. i wanted so badly to bring this fic to you last night when i first read your request,but i was sleep-deprived and couldn’t finish it, and i didn’t want to rush it. ❤️

finally- thank you for your support and for your kind words. i cannot even describe how happy i am to bring anyone comfort. thank you for trusting me with your experience and for your kindness. i am so honored that you requested this from me. seriously. it made me tear up a little bit.

thank you for reading this.

if you have send me a request, it is coming.

i love you all, stay safe out there❤️

<3, alice

[lokis-army-77]

Wiled Hearts Pt.2

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Meeting the new farm hand isn't exactly as glamorous as one might have predicted.

Warning: Nothing in this chapter except the reader calls her dad "daddy" a few times, but obviously not in THAT way, and some cursing.

Masterlist 

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Morning came all too soon. The bright rays of sunlight filtered in through my window and I groaned as the light hit my eyes. Grabbing my pillow I shoved it over my face to block out the morning but removed it just as quickly when it became stuffy and hard to breathe. Slowly, I stretched myself out and sleepily threw the covers off my body. 

The alarm clock on my bedside table flashed the time, 8:15 a.m. I sighed, realizing my hope of sleeping in late would not happen with my internal clock being so used to waking up early for classes. Groggily I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and made my way out into the hallway where the smells of breakfast hit my nose and my stomach began to growl. 

The bottom of the stairs opened up into the kitchen, so when I made my way down I could see Mama and Daddy and my baby brother in the room. Although, my baby brother wasn’t a baby anymore. 

I stood just out of sight for a moment, admiring the family I hadn’t seen in forever. Mama was in the middle of cooking her world-famous buttermilk biscuits, Daddy had his glasses on looking at what I could only assume were bills, and Tucker was shoveling bacon and grits in his mouth like he had never eaten before. 

Looking at them made me a little sad. I’ve been gone for a few years and so much can change in such a short amount of time. I mean, the last time Tucker and I were in the same room he had the chubby baby face of a thirteen-year-old, and now… now he was more muscular and had a full face of facial hair. If I didn’t know he was almost sixteen, I would have thought he was older. I can’t help the feeling that I have missed so much. 

I’m pulled away from my thoughts when I hear Mama call out to me. “Morning sugar bear, go have a seat and I’ll bring you some breakfast.” 

I shake my head clearly and smile. “Mornin’ Mama, Daddy,” I say as I descend the last few stairs and find my seat. “Morning to you too turd.” I push an elbow into Tucker’s side. 

“Shut up.” He elbowed me back and I laughed as I threw an arm over his shoulders, bringing him in for a hug. “Missed you,” he laughed as well.

“Missed you too. Although I'm pretty upset you didn’t come to graduation.” I teased.

“Hey, I was sick. I couldn’t help it.” 

“Were you sick or did you not wanna come to see your one and only sister on her big day?” 

Mama shook her head as she placed a bowl in front of me filled with buttery grits and a plate with two sunny-side-up eggs and three strips of bacon. “You two stop it.”

Tucker ignored her. “Oh crap, you caught me. In fact, I didn’t want to go so I decided to get a fever of 101 just so I could stay home in bed.” 

“Oh well, I guess that means you don’t get to have the little present I bought for you,” I stated smugly as I began to eat my food. He sat there mouth agape if foux shock.

“Son, close your mouth when ya got food in it,” Daddy hit Tucker’s shoulder with an envelope. 

“Sorry, Sir.” Tucker apologized and bumped me with his shoulder, making my spoon fall into the bowl. 

“Yep, definitely not getting your present now.” After a couple more bites I turn to Dad and ask, “So what’s on the agenda for today?” 

He takes a sip of coffee and clears his throat before speaking. “Well, you’re brother, Randy, and I are going out to the eastern pasture over the hill and herding all the cows back this-a-way so they have some fresher grass to feed on. Munson’s sposed to be fixing the fence down by the creek and as for Mama, what are you doing today hun?” 

Our heads turn to her as she places the biscuit dough in the oven. “Well, I was gonna work on the garden before heading into town to the farm supply store.” 

“So I’m free to do whatever?” I ask. 

“You can tag along with any of us, just thought you might want some time to settle in before I start making you work again.” Daddy smiles at me before going back to his papers. 

“Wow, a free day on the farm.” These were rare and to be treated as such. Summer was coming and the heat was a testament to that, maybe a day spent at the pond or the creek was just the thing I needed. I could also use the time to go and introduce myself to the new guy. 

I had almost forgotten about him until he was mentioned again. The vision of those biceps flooded my mind and I shook my head, blushing. If his silhouette was anything to go by, he would be absolutely devastating to look at. 

Once I finish my food, I clean off my dishes and bound upstairs to get showered and dressed for the day. By the time I come back downstairs at a quarter to ten, everyone is already gone doing their own thing and I am left to my own devices. 

First things first, I need to go down to the barn. I had grown up riding horses and the moment I went to college I was so upset that I couldn’t have that anymore. 

There was an almost giddy pep in my step as I raced over the dirt driveway and through the grass and into the large open breezeway of the barn. The stalls were empty which prompted me to make my way to the back of the barn, where the breezeway opened into a two-acre fenced-in area. 

As I was rounding the corner I ran face-first into something, or rather someone who was coming out of the feed room. 

“Shit.” The person's aggravated voice sounded as it was accompanied by the sound of a bucket clambering to the floor. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I reached down for the bucket only to hit my head against the person. “Ow.” I stumbled backward, hand on my head.

“Fuck, can you watch where you’re going?” The unfamiliar male voice groaned with a slight northern Appalachian accent. 

“I didn’t mean to, you came out of nowhere.” I looked up at the man and boy was I right earlier. He was devastatingly handsome with his large brown eyes and hints of brown hair sticking out from under his black, straw cowboy hat. 

He stared at me, eyes going from wide open to squinting in a matter of seconds. Shaking his head he bent down to pick up the spilled alfalfa hay. 

I twiddled my thumbs for a moment before I realized he was finished talking. “I really am sorry.” 

“Mhum.” He hummed in response, which aggravated me a little. 

“I said I was sorry,” I started again a bit louder. 

He looked up at me and gave a shrug. “What do you want? A fuckin’ medal? I heard you the first two times.” 

I scoffed. “Well excuse me, ya don’t gotta be a dick.” 

The hay was now all back in the bucket and the guy stood to his full height in front of me. He was tall and frankly intimidating, which also added to the fact that he was gorgeous. My eyes traveled to his rolled-up sleeves and dear god, those biceps were just as amazing up close. 

I tried to reason with myself that I should not be ogling the new farmhand, especially since he was being a grade-A asshole. 

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He pushed past me and into the first open stall. 

I followed, never knowing when to let something go, always having to have the last word in any argument. “Don’t call me Princess.” 

He never stopped what he was doing, only replied to me over his shoulder. “Oh dear, please forgive me, Your Majesty.” The new name was said with more venom than it should have for a person who I had known all of five minutes. 

“I have a name and it’s not that.” I stood there, arms crossed and head high. I was not going to let this guy get to me. 

He hummed again before walking out of the stall toward me. “I don’t actually care. Now, you can either leave me alone or find a way to make yourself useful.” 

I scrunched up my nose in distaste. “Fuck you, asshole.” I turned on my heel and headed out of the barn and to the fenced-in area. 

What was his deal? All I did was say sorry, is it that much of a problem to acknowledge me? I can’t believe Dad would hire someone so unpleasant. 

My thoughts were jumbled as I thought over the interaction and if anyone were to be close enough to me, they would think I’m crazy the way I’m talking to myself. “How dare he call me princess, like I’m some spoiled brat. I’m neither of those things.” I huff. 

I look over my shoulder to see if he was still in the barn and low and behold, he was staring at me. I glared back at him. I was not going to be the one to look away first. 

He seemed to glare back before turning to walk further into the barn. A small sense of triumph washed over me like I had won. 

As I internally celebrated my victory, I heard heavy footsteps coming closer and the swish of a tail. I smiled. The brown snout of the familiar horse entered my field of vision and my hand reached out instantly to pat its strong neck.  

My fingers twirled mindlessly in the dark, coarse hairs of its mane. Kota had been my horse since middle school. She had been a birthday present from Mama and Daddy. 

I still remember them setting me down and Daddy saying, "She's your responsibility. You fed her, you water her, you take care of her." 

That had been one of the best days of my life. I was so excited to have my own horse so I could ride wherever I wanted to, I could be free. Going to college several states away and almost never coming home had made me sick with longing for her. If I could have, I would have packed her right up and brought her with me. 

“Hey, girl,” I whisper to her and she lets out a puff of air. “You wanna go for a ride?” It was almost like she knew what I was asking when she nodded her head over and over. 

The grin that overtook my face was wide and toothy. I had absolutely missed this. We were close to the wooden slatted fence, so I lead her over to it and stepped up to the second slat before swinging my left leg over her back and getting comfortable. 

I nudge my legs into her side, encouraging her to walk forward and to the gate. Once it’s open I nudge her a little more, and then we're off in a canter. It was like all my thoughts left once I could feel the breeze flowing past me. All the world just faded away until it was just me and Kota and the wide-open pastures. 

It took an hour or two but we explored many places I had missed when I was gone. The tallest oak tree on the entire three-hundred-acre property, the old barn out in the woods where my friends and I would party and get drunk in high school, the clearing in the middle of those same woods I used to sneak out to in the middle of the night to clear my head. Now, we were headed back closer to the house, maybe a mile or so out, where the creek widened out into a pond. It was hot and if I was in need of a cool down, so was Kota. 

The pond was near the edge of the pasture and the bobwire fence ran out about twenty feet from the back side of the water. Trees covered the area on three sides and on the side that wasn’t shaded, it looked more like a beach, with sand and a dock that went a little way into the water. The sand and the beachy vibe had been Mama’s idea several years back when the yearly trips down south to Orange Beach had been canceled due to money. It was cleaner than the other areas of water on the property since the cows rarely came to this spot, as they preferred to be more downstream and closer to the larger pond.

Pulling on Kota’s mane a bit, I get her to stop. I if didn't she probably would have happily carried us both into the water. I jumped off and landed in the sand. Since I was no longer stooping her, Kota trotted her way to the water. I shook my head as I watched her. 

Before I could even begin making my way to the dock to take my boots off, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, in the woods. It was almost hard to spot but the sun had caught the mirrors of the black Chevy Silverado. Never having seen the truck before, I wandered my way over, not worrying if Kota ran off or not, the house wasn’t that far of a walk. 

As I came closer to the vehicle I peered inside its open window. The red upholstery looked a bit dirty, like any farm truck. Nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye, and neither did anything that could tell me whose truck it was. That's when I heard a frustrated cry. 

"Fuckin' fence!"

I whorled around to face the voice and there, knelt down by the broken bobwire fence, was the new guy. Then I remembered what Dad had said at breakfast, that Munson would be out here working.

He had new wire tangled in a heap to his left and a couple of tools to his right. Not wanting another interaction with him, I tried to back away slow and quiet, and yet whatever controlled the universe decided that I wasn’t getting out of this unnoticed when my heel made contact with a tree root and I tumbled to the ground with a yelp. 

“Well, if it isn’t the Princess.” He said smugly from where he knelt. 

I glared at him as I stood to my feet and brushed the dirt and leaves from my legs and hands. “Screw you.” 

“I know you want to but unluckily for you, you aren’t my type.”

“Oh yeah, and what is your type? Whore?” I spit out.

He smirked. “Anything except spoiled brat.” 

Anger was bubbling inside me as I looked at this guy’s smug and unfairly handsome face. It took everything in me not to launch myself at him, to scream in frustration. So, I kicked a plume of dirt in his direction and griped, “I’m not a brat, and you’re never gonna get that fixed if you don’t have the wire stretcher… Asshat.” And with a roll of my eyes, I was gone.

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Breaking

Namor x Reader (technically reader is Wakandan)

maybe it’s just about the breaking

warning: Namor and uh idk angst and it’s short af!

note: it’s beeen so long yall but idk what the fuck this is but here, I hope y’all enjoy because I can’t sleep and I’ve been up for an ungodly amount of time and I have work in a few so yea I’m fucked. I’m trying get back in the swing of things and Namor has completely stolen me so yea it’s gonna be about water daddy for a while.

No permission to use my shit anywhere! But if y’all fucks with it like it love it reblog it all that good shit.

also read is always BIPOC/Black female reader to me as I usually see myself but can be read by anyone no character descriptions below.

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“I’m not sorry, I had to do it! We both know that” She screamed, tears soaking her face. The only guilt she had felt in what she had done was lying to him in that moment. It was the only time she had and it was necessary.

He made a sound of disagreement, almost scoffing at her as he turned his back to her. He stared out at the ocean to prepare himself for what had to come next.

It was usually easier then this but not with her. It was never easy with her. 

“She is my usisi omncinci! I would not-“

Namor had closed the distance and had her neck within his large hand before she could finish whatever insulting thing she was about utter to him.

She gasped at the action. Her hands flying to his writ instantly. Her chest heaved while air tried to find its way into her lungs. He hadn’t completely blocked her air way but it was damn close.

Though he towered over her, he pulled her close enough that his breathe teased her open mouth with the oxygen she was struggling for.

Save me from yourself her love sick mind foolishly begged him. 

“You should have trusted me when I said I would not hurt the young princess” He accused. His voice stern and empty as he was starting to feel. “Trusted me when I said I loved you”.

His heart had twisted at her insinuation and earlier manipulation but it truly broke at the sight before him. She looked broken in all the ways a women could be, she looked as if she would accept her end now and he felt the same. Maybe they were only meant to break each other.

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translation: my little sister

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Adrino Mixtape - Family

Thanks to @bbutterflies for organizing Adrino week! I'm loving all the adrino artwork and stories!! Feeling absolutely spoiled and well fed!

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Day 5 - Family

Nino was stupidly early to school, but he still hadn’t managed to beat Adrien who had been arriving a solid hour before school started every day for the last week. Nino had been trying to come earlier to spend more time with Adrien, but it wasn’t always easy when he had to get Noёl to school. Noёl had been super low energy this morning though, which made things way easier. 

Adrien was sitting on their usual bench in the school’s courtyard. Nino greeted him with a grin and their usual handshake before sliding onto the bench beside him, leaning over into his best friend’s space to show him his phone’s screen. 

“Dude! I managed to book the studio this afternoon. There’s a mixing board there, and you’re gonna get a total kick out of it.” 

Adrien grinned. “I can’t wait. I can’t believe this is finally happening.”

“Me neither.” 

It had taken over a dozen back and forths with Nathalie Sancoer over the last ten weeks to set this afternoon up. Nino was not going to let a minute of it go to waste. 

“After that, there’s an anime-nerd store on the same block that I think you’ll love, and a food truck on the way back to my place.”

“A food truck?” Adrien repeated skeptically.

Nino laughed. It was one of his missions in life to introduce Adrien to authentic street food. “It’s really good! I swear! The owners of this truck in particular have only been in France for a few years. I forget where they’re from. Madagascar, I think? The point is they know how to make really good food from where they’re from - food you can’t get in a restaurant!”

“I’m excited to try it. Ezra has to be with us the whole day, but he’ll probably be willing to keep his distance.” 

“Sounds good!” Nino agreed. This was finally happening! 

Now they just had to get through the school day. 

It had started out well enough, but in the middle of third period his phone buzzed with a call. He slipped it out just far enough to see who it was. 

His heart rose up into his throat at the sight of his mother’s smile lighting up his screen. He didn’t ask for permission to leave. Ms. Bustier would be cool about it anyway. He just stood up, and ducked out of the classroom into the hallway. 

“Hey Ma, what’s up?” He already knew it couldn’t be good news if she was calling. 

“Noёl’s throwing up at school.”

Disappointment surged through his chest, and his throat felt tight. Nino swallowed all of it down. 

“We’re in the middle of inventory. If I leave, I’ll probably get fired. Your father just started at the factory, and we need him to be reliable for the first few months. I tried to call your cousin–”

“Ma, Ma,” Nino interrupted.

“-but she absolutely cannot risk getting sick this week.”

“Ma, it’s fine,” Nino insisted. 

“It’s really not. I’m so sorry. I know today was your big day with Adrien.” 

“We’ll reschedule,” he said, not knowing if that was remotely possible. If he canceled here, he wasn’t sure Nathalie would bend any of the rules for him again, but what else could he say? He couldn’t not step up for his brother. 

“Nino, I don’t tell you this often enough, but I’m really proud of you. You’re such a good boy, and such a good brother.” 

That’s because it didn’t need to be said. 

“I love you,” she said. “We’ll make it up to you.” 

Nino knew not to get his hopes up. He knew his maman wanted to make it up to him, but doing so wasn’t often in their means and Nino understood that especially when they had to work around the Agreste elitist expectations and rules at the same time to make anything happen. But his parents didn’t need to make it up to him anyway. He knew that they worked so hard to support him and Noёl both, to give them the best life that they could. Nino couldn’t ask for more than that. 

“I love you, too,” he said. “I’ll let you know when we’re home and how he’s doing.” 

“Thank you, Nino. I’ll call you out from school, but please don’t wait for the slip.”

“Yeah, I’ll head out right now.” 

“I’ll be home as soon as I can, but it’ll probably still be after seven.” 

“I’ll take care of Noёl, Ma.” He hoped she didn’t worry about them. “See you when you get home.”

He ended the call and dropped his phone back into his pocket. He gave himself a few seconds to collect himself before heading back into class. He went to Ms. Bustier first, though he could feel Adrien and Alya’s eyes on him. 

“Ms. Bustier, sorry for bailing on class just now. I have a family emergency, and I have to go. A slip will show up for me soon, but my maman doesn’t want me to wait. I hope to see you tomorrow.” 

“Thanks for letting me know, Nino. I hope everything is okay.”

He nodded in acknowledgement and trudged back to his desk to pack up his stuff. 

“Are you okay?” Adrien asked. 

Nino nodded. “Yeah mec. Noёl’s just super sick. I have to go pick him up from school and take him home.” 

“You’re leaving now? But we have an exam next period,” Adrien objected.

Nino shrugged. “I’ll plead my case to Mendeleiev tomorrow. Right now, Noёl is more important. But I’m super bummed that I can’t hang out this afternoon. Any chance we could try again next week?” 

Adrien winced.

Nino sighed. It was never going to happen. “Don’t sweat it, mec. We’ll figure it out.” 

Adrien smiled at him. “I’m sure it’ll happen eventually.” Nino wasn’t sure he believed it, but he wasn’t going to stop hoping or trying. “I hope Noёl feels better.” 

“Thanks mec,” Nino said, pulling his bag to his shoulder. 

“Nino,” Alya called. He looked up at her. “If you want me to grab anything from the corner store on my walk home, just text me.”

He grinned again. “Thanks, Al!” Then he waved goodbye. “I’ll see you all tomorrow if I don’t get sick.”

He left to a chorus of “Bye Nino!” from his friends.

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Noёl was curled up into a ball on his side in the nurse’s office. He was pale and his eyes looked sunken.

Nino kneeled down next to the edge of the long padded bench to be closer to eye level. “Hey little dude. How’re you feeling?” 

Noёl just wrapped his arms around Nino’s neck in answer. 

That bad, huh? Great. 

“He doesn’t have a fever, but I would keep checking every few hours in case one develops. Most important thing is to keep him hydrated. Diluted juice or gatorade is better than water right now. Even a sip every fifteen minutes over the course of a few hours is beneficial. If he throws up again, you have to start over. If he doesn’t pee for twelve hours or he gets really listless and you can’t wake him up, you need to take him to the ER.” 

Nino nodded. “Thank you.” 

Noёl didn’t want to walk, so Nino carried him on his back. It was less than a mile of a walk home, but today it felt a lot longer. Noёl was almost completely dead weight. 

All things considered, Nino would have preferred to be taking his Chemistry exam. 

It could be worse, he supposed as he swung the door to their apartment open. 

He set up Noёl on the couch in the living room to keep him closer while Nino prepared some diluted apple juice and found the instant head thermometer. His brother wasn’t asleep, but he didn’t move from the spot Nino had set him either. He just sat there, blinking. Another sign of how miserable he felt. 

Poor guy. Of the two of them, it was fair to say Noёl was having the worse day. 

He checked Noёl’s temperature first. Still no fever. He took a picture of the readout next to Noёl laying sprawled out on the couch and sent it to his maman. He didn’t wait for her to text back. 

“Alright buddy. Time for some juice.” 

But Noёl pressed his lips together and turned away.

“Dude, I need you to drink some of this. The only thing that would make today worse for both of us is having to go to the emergency room. Just a spoon full. Please?” 

“No!” Noёl said, rapidly shaking his head, pressing his lips together tighter to seal them closed. 

“What about a popsicle? Would you take a popsicle?” Nino negotiated. His maman used that trick on him when he was younger all the time. 

It was yet another sign of how terribly he was feeling that Noёl hesitated, but he eventually nodded. Nino breathed a sigh of relief. 

It was short-lived because the box of otter pops that was absolutely still in the freezer for some reason was completely empty. 

Noёl had probably snuck a few last week. He thunked his head against the freezer door. 

He shot off a text to Alya, glancing at the time. It was halfway through fifth period.

Nino:  

He’s refusing juice.

Can you grab some ice pops? He likes the tropical flavors best.

Alya:

On it.  Do you want me to go now? 

He bit his lower lip, considering the question. He didn’t want to ask her to go during class, or even lunch, but school wasn’t over for another four hours. He wasn’t sure he should wait that long.

Alya:

Nevermind. Ice pops are on their way!

Nino breathed out a sigh of relief.

Nino: 

Thx! You’re a lifesaver. 

He came back to Noёl and offered a blanket. Noёl snuggled into it immediately. 

“What about the popsicle?” 

“We’re out of popsicles. Looks like someone’s been swiping them.” 

“Wasn’t me,” Noёl whined petulantly. 

Nino laughed. “I guess it was the popsicle monster then.”

Noёl nodded sagely. “Must’ve been. Can you sit with me?” 

“Yeah, of course!”

Nino settled in next to him, pulling Noёl into his side. Noёl was a cuddler when he was sick. The rest of the time, he would never let you catch him long enough for a head pat, let alone a hug. 

Nino scrolled through his phone with his other hand for lack of anything else to do. “Do you want me to put something on?” 

“Ninja turtles?” 

Nino smirked, reaching for a remote and setting up the show on streaming before going back to his phone. There really wasn’t anything worth seeing. Nino kept scrolling anyway.

“Nino?” Noёl asked softly while the theme song was playing. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m sorry that I messed up your day,” Noёl said, burrowing deeper into Nino’s side. 

Nino shook his head, his heart rising into his throat, hugging him tighter with one arm. “Don’t even worry about it, little dude. It’s not your fault. I will always be here when you need me. Even if it’s inconvenient for me, you got that?”

Noёl nodded and then fell asleep a few minutes later.

The peace lasted all of ten minutes. Noёl woke up, looking panicked and then promptly threw up violently on both of them. Nino bolted to his feet, and kicked the coffee table away to clear the space in front of them. Nino cringed in sympathy, stroking his shoulder and back as Noёl continued to gag and heave whatever was left of his stomach contents onto the floor. 

Then Noёl started sobbing. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” Nino reassured, stroking Noёl’s back as he took stock of the room. Luckily, the vomit was all over the two of them and on the blanket, and not on the couch. 

Noёl continued to cry, wracking quaking sobs. 

“Shhh.. You’re okay,” Nino kept saying. “C’mon, let’s get you out of those clothes,” Nino said, gently urging Noёl to his feet and shuffling him into the bathroom. He slowly peeled off each layer of Noёl’s clothes. Noёl’s cries slowed down into occasional whimpers and sniffles. Nino didn’t bother with his own clothes while Noёl was still so upset.

Once Noёl was rinsed off with new clothes, Nino settled him into bed. 

“Will you please take a sip of water? It’ll get the nasty flavor out,” he sing-songed.

Noёl cooperated for once, taking a very small sip of water. But it was something. 

“I have to change and clean up out front, and then I will come back, okay?” 

Noёl nodded. 

Nino chucked his clothes straight into the washer and put on a new outfit. He had just pulled out the mop when there was a knock at the door. 

He swung the door open. “Thanks Al–” 

But it wasn’t Alya at the door. Adrien grinned at him, holding out a box of otter pops, tropical flavors.

“Special delivery for one Noёl Lahiffe!” 

Nino accepted the box. “Dude! What are you doing here? Isn’t it fifth period? How’d you convince the Gorilla to let you come here? Won’t your old man throw a fit?”

Adrien grinned. “Actually, today your address is on the approved list of locations! Ezra is totally used to us changing up the itinerary last minute and we don’t have to tell my father. Nathalis is the one who gets calls from the school. And Alya had a presentation so I volunteered to come in her stead. As for fifth period, I’ll just have to plead my case to M. Boucher tomorrow.” 

Another lump had taken up residence in Nino’s throat. 

“Would you… uh… like some company?” Adrien offered. 

Nino very much wanted some company. “You don’t want to be here, mec.” 

Adrien’s brows furrowed. “What? Why not?” 

Nino kicked the door the rest of the way open, and gestured to the floor. “Because there is a puddle of vomit in the living room! And I can’t really hang out anyway. Noёl’s super cuddly when he’s sick, and you don’t need to get sick on my account.” 

“Nino, it’s fine. If you really want me to go, I’ll go. I just… I was excited about today, not because of anything we were going to do. I just like spending time with you, which we never get to do. And if that means sitting next to you silently while you tend to your sick brother, so be it. And if I can help you or Noёl in any way, even better.”

“Nino!” Noёl called. “Are you done yet?” 

“Not yet!” Nino yelled back. 

“I could go to him, while you finish cleaning?” Adrien offered. 

And Nino wasn’t going to say no to that. He waved rapidly for Adrien to come in. Adrien beamed at him like he had just invited him inside for a party and not to play nurse to a sick child.

Nino shook his head in exasperation. “But if you get sick, it’s not my fault!” 

Adrien was already down the hall, poking his head into different rooms until he found the right one. Right, Adrien had never actually been here before, but the apartment wasn’t that big. Adrien would figure it out. Nino went back to the mop. 

The floor didn’t take too long to clean up. He collected Noёl’s soiled clothes, the blanket, and added them to the washing machine, and started the load before joining Adrien and Noёl in his bedroom.

Adrien and Noёl both sat at the head of the bed, with Noёl curling into Adrien’s side, halfway through an ice pop while Adrien read him a story. Adrien was quite the entertainer, giving each character a different silly voice. Noёl was still remarkably low energy compared to normal, but he was getting water through the popsicle, and he was smiling. 

Adrien grinned at him as he came in and settled at the foot of the bed, but didn’t break from the story.

Nino just listened, kinda in disbelief that the scene before him was even happening. 

When the story was over Noёl immediately piped up, “Can Adrien come over again tomorrow? He’s way better at telling stories than you.” 

Adrien looked horrified. Nino just laughed. “Probably not tomorrow. Adrien is very busy, but I hope he can come again.” 

Noёl nuzzled into Adrien’s side again. “Will you come again, Adrien?” 

Adrien smiled down at Noёl. “I would very much like to. Maybe next time, you’ll be feeling better and we can play some games.” 

Noёl lit up. “Yes! I have a board game about a girl who fights the monsters from her nightmares. We could play it together!” 

It was a game they had gotten after Noёl had been akumatized the first time.  

“Sounds like an awesome plan to me,” Adrien agreed. 

“Will you read another story?” Noёl asked. 

Nino grabbed another storybook and handed it over to Adrien who somehow had a whole other set of cartoonish voices because of course he did. Nino wondered if he practiced imitating different cartoon characters or something. 

Noёl fell asleep before Adrien got to the end, but then Adrien was trapped. He didn’t seem to mind though, smiling fondly down at Nino’s little brother. 

“I’m sorry. I know this isn’t what you had in mind for today,” Nino said. 

Adrien shook his head. “No, it’s okay. It’s nice to see you with your family. I don’t– I don’t really know what that’s like.”

“You’re so good with him,” Nino observed. He hadn’t expected that. Did Adrien have any experience with kids at all? “You’ll make a great dad someday.” 

Adrien grinned. “You think so?” 

Nino nodded. “Most definitely.”

“You’re super good with him, too,” Adrien told him. “I imagine you’ve had to be.” 

Nino barked a laugh. “Sometimes, I feel more like a third parent than an older brother. I’m not always good at it. He gets on my last nerve sometimes.” Then he shrugged. “But our parents have to work a lot, so what else can I do?” 

“It doesn’t seem fair,” Adrien said. “There’s so much you don’t get to do.”

Nino shrugged again. “That doesn’t matter. It’s family. They come first.” 

“That must be nice,” Adrien whispered. 

Nino’s expression fell off his face. “Shoot, mec. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rub your face in it like that.” 

Adrien smiled in reassurance. “No, it’s okay! I didn’t mean to be a downer. It really is nice to see what a warm caring family can be like. It’s what I would like mine to be like someday.” 

Nino smiled. “Or maybe you don’t have to wait.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, you kinda dropped everything for us today, didn’t you? You’re here now. That’s what family does, mec. Today, you totally adopted us, and Noёl obviously already adores you. Today, you’re part of this family.” 

Adrien’s eyes turned glassy. “You mean it?” 

Nino pushed down his laugh. This meant so much to Adrien, and to him, too if he was being honest with himself. “Yeah, I mean it. Thank you for adopting us today. You definitely made today suck way less.”

Adrien laughed. “You saying even with me here, it still sucks.” 

Nino nodded emphatically. “I was covered in puke for like twenty minutes dude. It’s hot, wet, and smells terrible. It’s hard for a day to come back from that.” 

Adrien laughed. “Fair enough, but I’m gonna keep trying to turn it around anyway.”

The third lump that day appeared in Nino’s throat. Just like the others, he swallowed it down. But unlike before, this one was coming from a place of joy. 

“Thanks mec.” 

“For what?” 

“For being here.” 

…

[eadanga]

The Graduate Part 4

Summary: A year after graduating Chris and Laura begin planning their wedding what new challenges await them as the wedding draws near?

Chris frowns when he hears the name “What the fuck? That psycho Nathan is calling you?! Don’t answer him”

Laura sighs “Let me just see what he wants if it’s nothing important I’ll block the number”

“Ok but I’m gonna be right here in case of anything”

Laura nods as she presses 1 “Hello?”

“Hello Laura didn’t think you’ll answer”

Laura grinds her teeth as she hears Nathan’s voice “I actually just answered to tell you to go fuck yourself and now goodbye”

“Wait! Don’t hang up”

“Why not? You have no reason to be calling me and I have nothing to say to you asshole!”

Nathan sighs “I know you hate me”

“That’s an understatement”

“But I just needed to talk to you you think you can visit me?”

Chris takes the phone from her “You really think I’m gonna let my fiancé see you and your psychotic friends?!”

“Hell Chris good to hear from you”

“Well it’s not good to hear your ugly ass voice! Don’t ever call my fiancé again”

“You don’t have to worry about anything there’s guards everywhere nothing will happen”

“You really think I’ll trust you?! And why the hell do you even want to see her in the first place?!”

“The very sight of him makes me sick” Laura rolls her eyes “But I’m guessing he wants some closure”

“Oh the poor little rich boy is feeling guilty good so glad he can never live with himself”

“Me too look here Nathan you got what you deserved you’re where you need to be don’t ever call this number again you can rot in hell”

“But-”

Laura hangs up the phone “The nerve of him I’ll block him if he ever calls again”

“Good now forget him” Chris kisses her cheek “Let’s focus on us shall we?”

“Of course Chris”

Chris wraps his arms around her as she lean on his chest

****

Laura wakes up the next day to half the bed empty “I wonder where’s”

Chris enters the room with a tray of breakfast “Good morning beautiful”

“Chris when did I fall asleep?”

“During the movie you were so cute I didn’t want to wake you up so I carried you upstairs” He places the tray in her lap “Here’s your breakfast”

“Thank you Chris you’re sweet”

“Anything for my soon to be wife” He kisses her softly “I can’t wait for the future with you I love you so much Laura”

“I love you too Chris” She looks at the tray “This looks delicious”

“I’m glad you love it”

She digs into the food “So what’s on the agenda today?”

Chris smiles “Today’s agenda is to relax and enjoy ourselves we’ll get back to wedding planning tomorrow”

“You sure Chris?”

“Yeah I figured after last night you’ll need to relax and get your mind off it”

“Thanks Chris but at least we can go walking and get something to eat”

“Sounds amazing after you finish this breakfast”

Laura giggles as she continues to eat

****

Chris puts the leash on Teddy as Laura grabs Selina she strokes her fur as she purrs “Such a good kitty ready to go out?” Selina mews happily as Laura rubs her against her cheek “Cutie”

Teddy barks as he runs up to Laura she laughs as she reaches down to scratch his head “You’re cute too Ted”

“Ok let’s go babe” Laura nods and they walk together Chris wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her closer “Love walking with my beautiful fiancé”

“Aww me too Chris”

“And you were right this is what I needed”

“Yup no drama no evil assholes to deal with”

Laura laughs “Yes this is nice” She spots an ice cream cart “Oh Chris you want some”

“Yeah get me 2 scoops of chocolate and vanilla with sprinkles”

“Coming right up let’s go Selina”

Chris smiles as he watches her walk away then he pats Teddy head “I can’t wait to marry her bud” Teddy wags his tail and pants as Chris chuckles “I’m glad you agree”

“Chris?”

Chris eyes go wide as he hears a familiar voice “Oh God please don’t let this be” He turns around he frowns as he sees Nicole next to him “Great” He crosses his arms “What are you doing here?”

“I just”

“You have no reason to be even talking to me!”

“Chris please don’t be mad I just want to talk”

“About what? I have nothing to say to your ass and the fact that you are here” He looks past her and sees a group of girls “With your little posse sickens me”

“Chris please don’t be like that just listen”

“No you listen!” His tone makes her step back “You broke up with shattered my heart and think hey I’m just gonna talk to him and everything will be ok”

“I’m sorry Chris I didn’t mean to hurt you and I feel so bad about it and over time I realized” She fidgets “I still love you and it was wrong to break up with you maybe you can give me a second chance”

“So glad you think that after you hurt me the way you didn’t I would go back to dating you and even if I wanted to you’re too late I’m engaged”

“You’re getting married? To who?”

“Me” Chris turns and smiles as Laura comes up behind him with the ice cream “Here you go baby”

“Thanks babe” He takes the ice cream from her “This lovely woman is gonna be my wife nothing is stopping me from marrying her she’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m not letting a girl like this go”

Nicole looks at the ground biting her lip “Oh congratulations I hope she makes you happy Chris”

“She does”

“I’m glad well see you” Nicole leaves in tears and runs past her friends who go after her

Laura turns to Chris “You had that handled babe I was wondering when to jump in”

“I know I said everything that was on my mind to her maybe I was harsh but she caused me pain”

“I’m proud of you Chris”

“Thanks baby”

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[diabolicalcunt]

I feel the need to pin this cause I’ve always been notorious for people loving me when they first meet me, and then finding out that my political views are not extremely liberal. So here’s all the reasons you will hate me once you get to know me. Or not. I honestly don’t care I’m just sick of the ‘You aren’t who I made you out be in my head!’ conversations.

So my unpopular opinions in no order-

1. They/them is something that’s being encouraged by big brother to see yourself as non or less human.

2. DID isn’t real and you just disassociate a specific way. I look like I’ve been drugged cause I fall down ‘inside’ myself like a well and have no reaction time and can barely speak. I’m like a sloth. You pretend to be a anime character. It’s just coping.

3. The concept of trans genocide is fear mongering by big brother and means to keep boundaries between social groups.

4. To build off 3, the push to medically transition underage children is a move by big pharmaceutical companies to create a permanent customer. Because whether you decide to stay transitioned or de transition, you’re going to be on medication for the rest of your life whether you like it or not. There’s also the whole issue with child exploitation. You’ll be judgmental against Dance Moms, but you won’t say anything about a mom who transitioned her child when they were two years old and made them a social media star.

5. Trans men and women who have been charged with a crime belong in LGBT prison wings. Because we have created a culture where male rapists can put on its dress and be rewarded with a permanent stay in the hen house where they can victimize more women and the system will just cry transphobia and call the victims liars. You got a problem with that? I have never seen a trans man pushing to get put in men’s prison. I wonder why… 😐

6. Blair White is queen.

7. I will fight Henry Cavill on sight. I don’t give a shit how bad you want motorboat him. He’s a fucking pedophile.

8. Same goes for David Bowie. When I get to the afterlife I’m gonna make him wish he could die again. Ask me if you want my full on sight list. 😂

9. I stand with Palestine. Yes I think Islam is a horrible religion that is anti woman. I still don’t think kids should die for the grievances of adults and I think it’s fucked up Israel is doing the same shit Nazis did to them and expect us to nod and smile!

10. Qu**r is just as much of a slur as f*g*t or n*gg*r. I don’t use it and if you do I will block you no questions asked. Say gay! Say lesbian! Say…bisexual! 😱

11. Butch women are valid as fuck and I adore y’all . They aren’t trans men, fuck your lesbian phobia.

12. To build off 11, the new LGBT movement has been infected by woke homophobia and the new trans movement is nothing but conversion therapy in a mask.

13 . Radical feminists are women’s last hope.

14. Marvel movies always sucked, we were just kids and ate up the pretty colors.

15. Dune is a white male savior story.

16. Your fave is not autistic, trans, gay or whatever. You just need validation cause you have no confidence.

17. The Boys should have never cast Jensen Ackles and the Supernatural fandom needs psychological help.

18. Too many of y’all try to primp and posture as the gods of your fandom and yes I say that as someone who did the same and stepped away when I realized how cringe I was. Lording over autistic adults and actual children is pathetic. Get therapy and a real hobby.

19. While gender neutral fanfiction has its place. The trend that all fanfiction needs to be gender neutral is literally killing the creativity and frankly the spice to fanfiction. I hate this trend where piece of media needs to be sterilized so it can be consumed by anyone, even people just passing by. It goes against the concept of creating at its core. Sometimes things are made for specific groups. Sometimes it’s made just for you. The things you create do not need to be sanitized to the point there’s no substance, just a hollow consumption. Think of it this way. Would you rather have a hot pizza of your preference or would you prefer to just drink a bowl of water because someone on the other side of the world might not like pizza?

20. The WWE Divas belt was iconic. I get the whole take women wrestlers seriously movement and I agree! But god damn it, it’s a Bratz belt!!! Gimme!!!!!

21. I fucking HATE koalas. They literally only exist because humans have dumped millions of dollars and keeping them alive. If natural selection were allowed to take his course, they would’ve died off 100 years ago. The food they consume has so little nutrition that they have evolved to have the smallest brain to cranium capacity of any animal to create a built in helmet!! Why? Cause they are so stupid they literally fall out of trees and drop their infants!!! They shit on their young and have permanent diarrhea due to the 0 nutrition thing. They carry chlamydia. They’re so fucking stupid they can’t fuck and have to be artificially inseminated to continue the population. If I couldn’t get laid on my own, the government would not drop millions of dollars into making sure I do!! So why did koalas get it? Literally a waste of resources that could be going to feed thousands of hungry children and instead we’re keeping a fucking retarded (I’m on the spectrum fuck you) animal alive who should have gone extinct hundreds of years ago cause it’s supposedly ‘cute’!! God! I hate koalas!

[comphy-and-cozy]

Hello! Could you please write something for Brock Boeser and 37) kissing to make someone jealous if you’re feeling it? 😊

hi sweetness <3 always love big teddy bear brock!!

requests are currently open!

Prompt: Kissing to make someone jealous

Pairing: Brock Boeser x reader (gn)

Word Count: 852

Warnings: Anxiety themes/symptoms, brief alcohol use/mention

It's been three months since John broke up with you, leaving you heartbroken as you watched his tail lights leave your driveway for one last time. You became a shell of yourself, hollow and fragile, darkness surrounding you as you began your healing process.

Vancouver isn’t small, but it also isn’t huge, either, and you knew that you’d run into him at some point. For awhile, you were timid, glancing nervously around every corner, guard up and prepared for a run-in at any moment. But as the weeks turned into months, the nervous knot of anxiety that had formed in your chest began to loosen, a false sense of security that maybe you never would.

So, when you’re out with some friends on a Friday night, John is far from your mind. Your heart is still battered and bruised, but the bandages now cover healing scars rather than fresh, painful wounds, and you’re empowered to be taking your life back. Still, not enough time has passed for you to remain unaffected when he shows up to the same bar.

You hear his name before you see him, and your heart turns icy, sinking to the depths of your stomach with a nasty flip. The lurch that accompanies it is even more unpleasant, your eyes drawn to the face you’d been dreading seeing. He’s across the bar, amid a sea of unfamiliar faces and loud chatter, but it’s like the seas parted and a spotlight is shining on him, unable to look away from the man that had caused you so much pain. 

Brock’s standing beside you, watching the myriad of expressions dancing across your face tell a story, one that isn’t difficult to piece together by the hurt in your eyes. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly, concern laced in the question that’s meant to be casual.

You’d almost forgotten he was there, the world around you blurred and hazy. Words, you think, what are words? Instead, you shake your head no, then manage, “Think I’m gonna be sick.”

With a swift movement, he’s stepped around you to block your line of sight, removing the temptation to stare at John until he notices you or walks over to you or whatever it is that you want him – or don’t want him – to do. 

“Look at me,” he says firmly, the hand not holding his drink coming up to cup the side of your face, giving a gentle nudge to encourage you to do as he asks. The bluish gray of his eyes is enough to capture your attention, soft and warm. “Breathe, okay?”

There’s something about his voice that trickles through the fuzziness of your brain, soothing you, and you take a deep breath, exhaling what is surely an absolutely lovely odor of vodka cran against his face. If he’s bothered, he doesn’t show it, instead searching your eyes.

“I’m okay, Brock,” you say, though you find yourself leaning into his touch for relief. “I just – where is he?”

He glances over his shoulder to look for the subject in question, and your heart begins to race again when he doesn’t quickly turn back to provide you with a location. You see his eyes scanning the crowd, swallowing thickly before turning back to you.

“Brock –”

“He’s heading over here.”

You feel your heart freeze, and you’re sure your face has blanched. Brock glances at his beer, downing the remaining suds before setting the empty bottle haphazardly on the table behind you, joining the empties and napkins that litter its sticky surface. Before you can get another word out, his hands are back on your face and he’s kissing you with everything he has. It’s powerful, but sweet and soft, and though you have about a million questions in your mind, they all seem to dissipate when he moves to kiss you deeper, sucking the air from your lungs with the way his tongue slides against the seam of your mouth.

Against your own volition, your hands slide up the back of his neck and into the fringes of his hair, soft against your fingertips. Distantly, you register the feeling of his hands moving hot on your back, keeping you pressed against him and removing any chance that you’ll try to glance over to see John or his reaction. Not that you can even think of anything other than Brock and the way he’s invaded all of your senses.

It could be five minutes or five hours later, you aren’t sure, but he finally pulls away, a really sweet flush in his cheeks as his tongue darts out to taste the remnants of you on his lips. Words yet again fail you, though this time for an entirely different reason. With a short glance around, you determine that John is gone, has left your premises presumably after seeing your lips locked with Prince Charming. 

When you finally regain a somewhat logical train of thought, you splutter, “What was that for?”

Brock shrugs, then smiles. “You needed to be distracted. Plus, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wanted to do that forever.”

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

A fic of Ozzie looking after you when your sick would be so cute ♥!

AN: Ok, before people come after with torches and pitchforks, I had a serious case of writer’s block. I’m gonna try to get warmed up again, but I appreciate everyone for your patience!

CW: this is pure fluff, baby

Word count: ~600

“What the hell are you doing?”

You pause, turning around as you hear Oz enter the kitchen. When you came down with a fever last night during your shift, you had tried to tell him that you were fine, that you could finish your shift with no problem. Five minutes later, you had fallen asleep at the bar (an impressive feat considering how loud the club always is). When you woke up in fresh linen sheets and saw sunlight peek through silk curtains, you quickly put the pieces together. Your boss must have brought you back to his penthouse while you were passed out. Why he didn’t bring you back to your apartment is a mystery, but you were distracted by snot clogging up your nose and a pounding headache.

Still feeling groggy, you still managed to drag your feet to the kitchen, weighing your options of what to snack on when the front door opened. Oz walked in, scowling as he put a bag on the counter. Although with your lingering drowsiness, it was hard to concentrate as he said something, raising the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Jesus, kid,” he mumbles, “you’re burning up. You should be in bed, why are you up?”

Come on, you were hungry. You just wanted to see about making something to eat.

“You couldn’t wait five more minutes for me to come back, could you?” He scoffs, not out of contempt, as he begins unpacking his things. God, it’s like he bought a whole drug store. Throat lozenges, cough medicines, menthol, along with ibuprofen and other pain relievers.

“Better to have too much than not enough, sweetheart,” Oz says as he notices your shocked expression.

You appreciate the thought (even if this was overkill), but he’s not going to stuff you full of drugs, is he?

“Sorry, these ain’t the fun kind,” he says with a smirk. “Now as much as I want to play nurse, I do have some business to take care of in a couple hours. But I’ll make you a little something before I head out.”

Oh, now your curiosity is peaked.

“My ma made a killer chicken noodle soup when I was sick, so get back in bed, and I’ll make you a bowl.”

You never pegged him as a decent cook.

“Doesn’t come up a lot in my line of work.”

As you head back to bed, resting your eyes for a few minutes, the smell of a fresh meal wafts to your nose and wakens your senses. Drool builds in your mouth as a piping hot bowl is brought before you, nicely centered on a tray. Even his kitchenware looks like it would cost a month’s salary. You’re almost ashamed to touch it, let alone eat from it. But the sight of roasted carrots and celery throws any hesitation aside as you take your first bite.

And immediately regret it as it burns on your tongue like lava.

“Hey, hold your horses!” Oz grabs the spoon from you as he watches your face wince with pain, overwhelmed by the heat of the broth. “It just came from the pot, you need to wait a minute!”

But you have to admit, as the pain subsides and you can feel your tongue again, it does taste good. You can already feel your nose and throat begin to clear up, even just a bit.

As you thank Oz, his worried expression lightens up. “Yeah, of course. You got any taste buds left?”

Yeah, you’re fine.

“Good.” Just then, you notice a glimmer in his eyes. “Might as well stick around so you don’t burn yourself again.”

You raise an eyebrow at this. Didn’t he have work to get to?

“Ah, it can wait. Don’t know if you should be by yourself since you’re obviously…not in the right head space.”

You smile as you realize his game. Alright, but you expect him to blow on every spoonful before he feeds it to you.

“How old are you again? Ah, fine. Give it here.”