#being awake at 4 am gives you a lot of quiet time to think about stuff

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

People be like “you’re so sweet! Now how can I exploit this to my benefit” 🙃🙃🙃

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Frostbite °• : ⁠｡ - Chapter III

Skinwalker/Wendigo x reader

CW: Gross things like rotting :P

SMUT!! Rough sex, voyerism, non-consentual at the end(?)

I couldn't sleep last night. The screaming kept me awake.

Screaming? It sounded animalistic, the broken voice desperately wheezing and calling for attention. I laid there helplessly, clutching my pillow and worrying about wether I locked my doors or not. I was too scared to check them, so I just kept staring at the curtains, my heart almost popping out of its place as I tried to look away from them.

I couldn't, and at about 5-6 am, when the screaming had stopped, I dozed off. I later woke up at 4 pm, and weirdly enough, I was inspired to write some more. I put my nightly terror into descriptive paragraphs and created a monster.

One with long, grey, skinny limbs and hair thin enough to see it's pure white eyes... Rotten teeth caging the slithering maggots in its hollow mouth.

I take a deep breath and close my laptop. I grab my phone and see that Nathan had texted me last night.

"Do you drink?"

I can't help but smile and instantly start typing.

"after whatever the hell happened last night, I do."

I put my phone away and make myself a quick meal. My phone buzzes.

"And what happned?"

I chuckle at his misspelling.

"I heard someone or something screaming. I couldn't sleep all night :("

He answers quickly;

"Jackals?"

And I answer just as fast.

"Kind of... It had an artificial echo to it? Don't know how to explain."

I purse my lips and put my phone down. Taking a bite out of the poor excuse of a meal.

"You could demonstrate, when I take you to a bar in the town."

Smile grows on my face as I reread his messages. I should go, what's the worst that can happen? So, we text each other the details and it's a date!

I leave the cabin and decide to look around the village this time. Ain't no way I'm going into the forest after last night.

I try my best to remember the way home as I walk past the other cabins. I admire the architecture - simple, but charming nonetheless. Then I spot a girl, no older than nine looking at me through the window. I smile and give her a wave.

She stays still and keeps staring at me. My hand falls back to my side, and so does my smile. I avoid her gaze and keep walking. I take a few pictures and maybe make a few angels in the snow, before I see an old woman, just barely walking. I approach her. - "Hello, want me to walk you home?"

I get a better look at her face. It's wrinkled, as if her skin is melting off her face. Her eyes are marble like, despite being as dark as coals. I can barely make out her lips that stretch into an uncanny line. Her hair as thin as the monster's that I made up.

She looks at me before her face scrunches up, even more, into a scowl. - "...What are you doing here?" - My mood falters.

"...I used to come here as a child... My mother passed and I decided to visit for a while." - I explain myself. She raises an eyebrow and grabs my arm for support.

"(Your mother)'s kid. You've... Changed, quite a bit."

I tilt my head. - "Do I know you?"

"You'd always steal from my brother's cherry trees. You used to be an annoying, little rascal."

I chuckle awkwardly. - "I get that a lot. So you live down the road?"

"You've become... A very appetizing person." - She says, avoiding my question. I try not to think about her weird wording.

"...Thank you?" - I say after a long pause.

"I used to be like you. Maybe my skin was healthier." - She scoffs, bits of her saliva falling out of her mouth. - "...Not fair... At all." - she sighs.

I stay quiet as she rambles, a little more comfortable now that we've approached her cabin.

"But whatever it wants, it gets." - She says. She tightens her grip. - "Count yourself lucky, being able to serve it like that."

After that I head straight to my cabin. I can't wait to drink with Nathan tonight.

Now as I stand in the snow, my ass literally freezing off, I start to feel disappointed. He promised he'd pick me up, but now I'm getting worried he got lost and mauled.

Tiny snowflakes start falling, adding onto the already layered snow that's coating the ground. I sigh and check my phone again. My frown intensifies, when I see there's no new messages.

I almost fall off the bench on the porch when I see a figure in the corner of my eye.

"Jesus, Nathan. Do you always have to scare me like that?" - I rest my palm on my chest, dramatically so.

He flashes me the Cheshire grin - "Sorry."

I get off the porch and shove my hands into my pocket, a wave of disappointment washing over me when the pockets are just as cold.

"I thought the huge deer got to you." - I tease.

He narrows his eyes. - "I'm at the top of the food chain, you don't have to worry about stuff like that." - He brags and gives me his hand. I take it with a snort, his hands as cold as mine. - "I don't think we can make it to the Bar, it's too far away. And, it's getting dark."

I pout. He chuckles. - "But I know how to make it up to you~" - He says and takes out a flask from his coat.

I raise an eyebrow. - "Charming."

I then walk back to the front door of the cabin and unlock it, going inside. - "Come on in, I'm freezing." - I complain and look at him.

He follows after me with a smile and looks around. - "It's pretty cozy in here."

I chuckle and sit him down onto the couch. - "I think we have some old wine in the attic. Try not to miss me too much."

"Don't worry, I'm patient." - he smiles softly.

I turn on the flashlight on my phone after a hard struggle against the attic door, coughing my lungs out when the dust flies around in the air. I climb up and start looking around the boxes for the wine.

I smile when I finally find it. There's two blood red bottles with no distinct label on them, so I pick them up. My smile falls as I see a... Doll? It's made out of straws, clearly resembling a human body. I pick it up and inspect further. Is this a hex? I put it back down and get up, chills running down my spine when I notice a big red symbol on the wall. I stare at it for a while before turning around and leaving with the bottles in my hands.

I have a guest right now, I'll deal with it later.

On my way, I grab go into the kitchen to get glasses.

"I only have mugs and teacups, no fancy glasses." - I say before grabbing the cups and sitting next to him. He throws his arm around my shoulder.

"I don't look like the fancy type though, do I?" - He chuckles and I shrug.

I pour us some wine and sip from my cup. - "So, why did you move here again?"

"Nature always called out to me." - He shrugs. - "And you, Y/N? What's your job and why did you come here?"

I purce my lips. - "Well, I'm a writer. I've written some stuff but nothing special, really. I wanted to write a horror book and came here to set the mood, ya know?"

"And how's that working out?" - He tilts his head.

I sigh. - "I'm having the worst writer's block I've ever had. Barely wrote a few pages."

"Let's see then." - He says, and I hesitantly agree. I grab my laptop and open the file, handing it to him.

I stand up and approach the fireplace, tending to it as he reads for a while.

"It's great." - He smiles and I look back at him.

"Is it?"

"A little complaint... You're trying too hard to explain all the details. Reading is all about letting people warp characters and places into whatever their mind makes up."

"...That makes a lot of sense, actually." - I sit back next to him. - "Can you help me?"

He eyes me and nods.

I don't know how much time passes, but we're now sitting on the floor and already have finished the second bottle of wine, now taking turns on taking a swing out of Nathan's flask. I've been taking notes, typing away furiously.

As I let out a deep breath, I look up from my laptop screen and the whole room starts spinning. I grunt and put the gadget away, placing my head in Nathan's lap. He chuckles and strokes my hair. - "Are you alright?"

"...A little tired. And dizzy." - I pout. Nathan just keeps smiling and sits me up again, making me look at him by taking my chin in-between his fingers.

I keep looking into his eyes and his smile never falters, only getting closer to my own lips. I instinctively close my eyes and part my lips a little, almost melting into Nathan's arms when they connect with his.

My heated cheeks heat up even more when he lays me down onto the soft, warm carpet and lets out a deep groan.

Then I can't even comprehend what happened, when I look to my side and see both mine and his clothes on the floor. Then I feel his erected cock, rubbing against me and realize I'm not wearing any underwear neither. I look back at him and pull him into a kiss again, moaning in delight. He then pushes it inside of me, spreading the walls to make more room for himself and and starts gently grinding it deeper out of me.

I lose track of time and what's happening again, and this time feel him mercilessly thrusting his hips against my ass, almost steaming air of heat spreading into the whole room while his rough fingers caress all the right spots. I let out moans and whimpers in-between my breaths, while he muffles his in my collarbone.

"Don't stop... Fuck, Nathan..." - I moan out his name and he looks up at me.

He then runs his fingers through my hair pulls my head back, giving me a view of the rest of the room, before he buries his face into my neck and leaves a trail of sloppy kisses.

I get closer to cumming, feeling myself spasm and squeeze around him, before I notice something in the windows. There are people outside my cabin... They're chanting something while drawing a symbol on the windows...

It's the same symbol as the one in my attic. I huff and try to stop Nathan but he can't even see my expression with his head buried into my neck. I shut my eyes and try my best not to cry... And soon enough, pass out.

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BuckTommy Whump Week Day 4: Prompts: Getting shot // Chronic pain

Another fic for @bucktommywhumpweek! I'm hoping to finish a few more of these before the week is actually over, lol. Rated: E ... I don't know if this really qualifies as whump (like my last whump week fic 💀) but I just can't help making them all sappy atm.

What people didn’t know about bullets was that they rarely went through-and-through in a nice neat manner; not through walls, or car doors, or flesh. They bounced around inside you like a rubber ball, inflicting the most damage possible. 

Buck had seen the aftermath more times than would have liked to. 

The memory of being called to his first GSW was a visceral one, it had been a domestic dispute and once they’d loaded the victim into the bus, Hen had rubbed his back as he’d thrown up into some nearby shrubbery. Buck could still feel the acid burn in the back of his throat when he remembered it. 

He’d seen cadaver photos in his text books, but those never compared to the real thing. The sheer volume of blood that poured out of people was enough to make him nauseous just thinking about it. The cartoonish version of a bullet hole that he’d carried around in his head for most of his life just hadn’t held up. 

Maybe it had been shortsighted of him, but Buck had never taken the time to consider what might come later; not until Tommy had taken Buck’s hand in his own and laid it over the meat of his shoulder and let Buck feel the little knobs of bullet fragments lodged there, like ball bearings trapped beneath his skin. 

“Do they bother you?” Buck asked, in wonder. 

“Not often,” Tommy replied, his hand still blanketing Buck’s as he let him dig his fingers into his shoulder muscle like he would be more than happy to just leave it there forever. “Most of the time I forget they're even there.”

Buck found that hard to believe. He couldn’t imagine having a foreign object stuck in his body and not obsessing over it every moment of every day. 

Tommy was giving him an amused, knowing look. 

“What?” 

“You’re going to be thinking about those for a while aren’t you?”

Buck huffed, rolling his eyes. It was a little unsettling maybe, sometimes, being understood so through and quickly by another person. He liked it; it made him feel all shivery and warm inside, but more importantly it made him feel daring. Bold. 

“Yeah, maybe I will.”

Tommy took Buck’s hand in his own: his palm big, warm and dry, and slid it down to rest on the muscular curve of his outer thigh. “There’s some more over here too,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as Buck gave all the nice warm flesh there a squeeze.

There wasn’t a lot of talking after that, but Tommy had been right, Buck had thought about it for a while, his mind stuck on invisible scars and mementoes carried around inside you that no one else could see. 

///

Buck wasn’t sure if it was the thunder or the soft orange glow spilling into the mezzanine that woke him. Quiet noises came from the kitchen below, the muted purr of the kettle and the shuffle of Tommy’s socked feet against the tile. Tommy had still been in Buck’s bed when he’d fallen asleep hours ago, tucked up against Tommy’s side as Tommy read by the lamp light.

Buck pulled on his sweatpants and made his way down to the main floor, feeling oddly awake for 4 am. He rarely had a bad night’s sleep when Tommy was with him, taking up space in Buck’s bed and stealing his covers. 

Tommy sent him a guilty look when he noticed Buck, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been, not pulling honey from Buck’s kitchen cabinet. He was wearing one of Buck’s old hoodies and some sleep shorts. The circles under his eyes were dark and deep. “I didn’t want to wake you,” he whispered like Buck might be standing there in front of him, still asleep.

“I don’t mind,” Buck said and meant it. He wasn't the one with the shift in far too few hours.

Buck leaned back against the edge of the counter crossing his arms as he did, and settled in. He knew whatever was bothering Tommy would work its way out on its own, like a splinter buried beneath skin. He watched quietly as Tommy stirred honey into his tea. Buck was no stranger to sleepless nights and aching bones. Tommy had sat with him through some of the more recent bad nights, endlessly patient. 

Buck watched him closely, quietly analyzing the tilt of his body and the clench of his jaw as Tommy leaned against the counter opposite him. The cool light from the stove hugged the contours of his face, digging out dark wedges beneath those cheekbones that could cut glass. 

“Well, aren't you gonna ask?”

Buck shrugged. “I figured I'd just wait you out.”

Tommy sighed, setting his mug to the side. He was smart enough to know when he was on the losing side of a battle. “It's the scar tissue around the shrapnel I've still got in me. Every so often it begins to pull in uncomfortable ways and makes it impossible to get settled.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

Tommy tilted his head like he was really considering Buck and his words. “Honestly I don't know, I normally just take an Ibuprofen and put on a movie or something and try to just ignore it.”

“Well, I think we can do better than that,” Buck said, and Tomy raised a brow, curiosity peaked.

With hands planted firmly on Tommy’s shoulders, Buck guided him back upstairs to bed and got him splayed out on his belly across the center of the mattress on a towel, sweater-less, with his arms tucked comfortably under his head. 

“Finally, just where I want you,” Buck teased as he straddled Tommy’s waist, reaching for the massage oil. He could feel Tommy’s laugh vibrate through his ribcage, muffled by the pillow.

Buck admired the span of Tommy’s back as he warmed the oil up between his hands, deciding where to begin. The bullet and shrapnel scars were faint now, Buck knew their locations by memory and feel alone. He started by smoothing his hands up the center of Tommy’s back, following the column of his spine and the thick muscles flanking it, getting Tommy warmed up and used to his touch before applying more pressure. 

Buck always preferred to talk while he worked, and with Tommy the smooth flow of words came easy. If he let himself, he could probably let his mouth run for hours, and Tommy would listen. 

“You know, I wanted to be a masseuse for a while.”

Tommy hummed, his eyes had drifted shut when Buck began to work on the tight knot of tissue just below his shoulder blade, he peeled one open now, offering Buck an amused look over his shoulder. “And which hunky guy did you follow that career into?”

“Ha ha,” Buck said, poking his fingers playfully into Tommy's side, just to watch him squirm. “Actually, it was after working at the ranch, there was this ex bronco rider, who had compressed his spine one too many times, mucking out stalls with me. He told me all about how his girlfriend had taken massage therapy classes to help him with his back because his insurance wouldn’t cover the treatment.” 

“Ah, so it was a hunky girl that time.”

Buck chuckled. He liked how easy it was to talk with Tommy about stuff like this; he wasn’t ashamed of  himself or his past, but he was wary of how people might perceive him because of it. He’d wanted so badly for Tommy to think of him as a serious person, to know that Buck was all in. That dating him didn’t imply some sort of unspoken risk–and with Tommy it never had. 

“You know me–I always liked the idea of helping people, I just didn't know how, yet.” 

“Maybe I’m being selfish, but I think you ended up right where you were supposed to be,” Tommy said, and groaned in pleasure when Buck really started working at the scar tissue webbed deep within his back muscle.

“How’s that feel?” Buck asked, anticipating Tommy's approval.

“Fucking awesome.”

Buck grinned. He knew he was good with his hands, but it was a whole nother thing entirely to be good with his hands for Tommy. Pleased with himself, a heavy satisfaction settled warm in the pit of his stomach. He loved everything about this: having Tommy pliable and relaxed beneath him, working slick skin over with his hands, making Tommy feel good, being able to help in some small way.

Buck shuffled down, straddling Tommy’s leg so he could work his fingers into the outside of Tommy’s thigh where he knew a metal shard the size of his thumbnail lived. That one had been logged in there when an IED had struck the lead vehicle in their convoy, and some of Buck’s satisfaction melted away as he thought about just how many close calls his boyfriend’s body was littered with. He was normally the one getting shit for taking risks, but in truth Tommy was just as guilty as he was. 

Tommy had gone completely boneless underneath him, his skin pink and a little shiny from having Buck’s oiled up hands all over him. He continued to rub gently circles into his skin even after he’d finished with the final shrapnel wound he knew of, running his nails lightly over the thick swirls of hair on the backs of Tommy’s legs. 

Tommy shifted his hips against the mattress, spreading his legs a little wider. Buck knew that move, and that satisfaction in his gut twisted and flared back to life. He slid his hands up the backs of Tommy’s thighs as slowly as he could handle.

“Are you hard?” he asked, worming his fingers under the hem of Tommy’s shorts when he reached them. 

“Yeah,” Tommy sighed. “That felt really good, but, uh, we don’t have to do anything, you must be tired and–”

He was starting to sound way too with it for Buck’s liking. Buck dug his thumbs into the soft inner flesh of Tommy’s thighs and let his hips roll in a slow, pointed drag along the back of Tommy’s leg so there was no way he could miss the semi Buck was sporting.

Tommy’s muscles jumped under his hands as he groaned. “Okay, Okay, you’ve made your point. Help me out of these–”

Buck was more than happy to peel Tommy’s shorts down his legs as Tommy lifted his hips obligingly. He had half a mind to just dump a generous amount of the oil on Tommy’s big pale ass and go to town, but he had a feeling that would probably ruin the [slowly winding] mood they’d built. 

In a show of what he considered great restraint, Buck slipped a slick hand between Tommy’s thighs, rolling his balls softly in the palm of his hand just to hear the noises he would make. Quiet chuffs and deep groans were muffled by the pillow as Tommy ground his hips in lazy circles against the mattress and back into Buck’s hand, and Buck was starting to think he’d never get over how good it felt to have another man like this: a big body to push and pull and work at until it ultimately unraveled.

Buck stretched up so he could press a kiss to the thick curve of Tommy’s shoulder, not caring one bit about the oil that still clung to his skin. He let his hand drift up and rubbed his slick fingers indulgently over Tommy’s asshole, gratified by the way he moaned and pushed into it. 

“You can if you want to,” Tommy said, breathless, and Buck could tell without even looking at his face how gone he was just from having Buck’s hands on him. 

“I have a better idea,” Buck said, pulling at Tommy’s hip. “Here–roll onto your side for me.”

It didn’t take Tommy long to clue in once Buck pressed himself all up along his back and reached for the bottle of oil again, slicking his dick up in the shallow space between their bodies. 

His body tensed when realization dawned. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Evan– ” 

And it was Tommy’s turn to lose his cool, his voice reedy and feverish, a thin tremor through his body as Buck maneuvered his thigh so he could fit his dick into that hot, tight space between them. He wrapped an arm around the barrel of Tommy’s chest, pinning him tight against his own as Buck took that first long, indulgent roll of his hips. 

Buck had always enjoyed fucking someone’s thighs–what wasn’t there to like–but there was something specific about the way Tommy got so worked up over it, even in the early hours of the morning after a sleepless night, even when Buck had just worked his body to jello with his hands, that rocketed the act up into the stratosphere.

Tommy squeezed his thighs around him, Buck could hear the labored cadence of his breathing and the obscene sounds of him fisting his own cock, as Buck fucked the slick give of his thighs. The way the head of his dick kept nudging up against the soft resistance of Tommy’s balls with every stroke was still just different enough to scratch at Buck’s brain in new and interesting ways.

Tommy’s fingers dug into his hair, pulling Buck’s face down so he could slide their mouth together at an awkward angle. The kiss was sloppy, Tommy kept sucking Buck’s tongue into his mouth and then breaking away to moan again and again as he got closer to coming. Buck could feel it all through his body, wound like a coil ready to spring. He wasn’t far behind, his plan to keep things slow and simmering had fallen through quickly. He should have known better; with Tommy pressed against him like one big throbbing pulse, overwhelming Buck’s senses with the musky scent of his body, and the sounds he made when he touched himself, and how good it felt to rut against him like this, the desperate slide of skin against skin, there was just no chance he was going to last.  

Buck buried his face in the hollow of Tommy’s shoulder, just above where that pale constellation of shrapnel lived, and stilled as he came in thick pulses all along Tommy’s taint, that little space between his thighs instantly going wet and frictionless. 

Tommy made a wounded sound, and Buck held him tight in the cradle of his arms as Tommy hitched his hips into his fist until he came. He was still pressing kisses against Tommy’s damp hairline when Tommy reached up and laced their fingers together, no longer shaking. 

“Well, I’m definitely not thinking about the stupid shrapnel anymore.”

“Good,” Buck said, allowing himself to feel smug about it. “My work here is done.”

“Not so quick hot stuff,” Tommy said, reaching back to pat him on the hip. “I expect your help de-oiling in the shower. I think this mess is a four-handed operation.”

“Yes, sir.” Buck peeled himself from where he’d been clinging to Tommy like a limpet.

He took a moment to admire the long, glistening stretch of Tommy’s body, limp and satisfied. Debauched, even.

"What?" Tommy asked, stretching his arms above his head as he rolled onto his back, offering Buck a good view of where his come was actively drying in his happy trail. Buck would have a fun time scrubbing that out.

"Nothing, I'm just happy you're here, with me."

Tommy face went immediately soft and he pressed up on his knees so he could pull Buck into one more lingering kiss before breaking away.

"There's no where I'd rather be."

[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART FOURTEEN]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader just wants to get out the house. Jervis has some few choice words.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. BACK FROM MY HIATUS! SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) He's fallen harder. Jervis is STRESSING. Jervis being an obsessive possessive whiney bastard. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Suggestive themes. They are in love guys everyone shhh. Controlling behavior. (Reader likes it) I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom @sweetlimeharvest @frenchfryqueen69

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - 'PART FIVE, - 'PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN' - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, - 'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

♫ “I want to get next to you. Yeah, I love all the things you do...” Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience

It's the next day. You still haven't talked to him about the kiss, or about leaving to see your mom. You don't see why it would be a problem, but something gnaws at you that it's not the best idea. Oh well. You miss Tabitha. You miss Butch. You'll only be gone for a few hours, Jervis won't know. Fuck it.

You made sure to wake up abnormally early, and god, it hurts to get out of bed. You look at the clock. 4:00 AM. Jesus Christ.

You've planned this. In and out. For some reason, you don't want Jervis to know you're leaving. You just have this bad inkling tugging at you. What if he thinks your leaving to see your father? What if he thinks it's all a ploy? Find him, kiss him, oh- yeah, Jim Gordon is going to take you to Arkham. Sorry about that.

You shudder, grabbing your phone. You throw on some clothes you had to dig around to find. The amount of texts you've received has stayed the same. Selina was right. They were giving up hope. That makes you a bit sick to your stomach.

Swallowing, you open the door. It's still dark outside, and you try to be as quiet as possible. Will your mom even be up? Probably. Siren's is open 24/7. This is basically prime time.

You sneak down the stairs- until you see the faint candle light in the living room. What, did Jervis forget to put it out? Or is he still awake?

You place a hand over your mouth, scouting out the area like you're from some poorly made spy movie. For the amount of time you spend with Selina, you certainly aren't well versed in sneaking around.

When you think you're in the clear- you round the corner, before a voice sparks you out of your thoughts. You practically jolt.

"And just what do you think you're doing, my dear?"

He speaks smoothly, and you finally see him, whipping your head around. His body language is tight, legs crossed as he looks up at you through his lashes. His gaze never strays, as always. You hardly even register the question.

"...Mr. Tetch-" You breathe, clutching your phone. He interrupts.

"I thought we were passed formalities, dear." He raises a taunting eyebrow, cocking his head. Something in his voice sends chills down your spine.

"We are. Sorry," You attempt to sound as casual as possible. Shit. "What are you doing up this early?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I assume you were attempting to slip away in secret?" He rises from his seat in the room, coming out the shadows. "You know, you aren't making yourself look particularly trustworthy."

"What? I can't go for a morning stroll?" You shift.

He scoffs.

"A morning stroll? In the dead of night? You'd never wake up of your own accord so early," He continues to push, "Besides...you're a terrible liar. An awful actress."

His words border on a childish sneer. Rude.

You come off it.

"Look, I just wanted to see my mom, okay? Explain where I am...I don't know."

His gaze softens, but only a bit. You try to push out the thoughts of those same lips kissing your own hungrily. Fuck.

"You aren't a prisoner," He huffs, insulted. "But sneaking out of our home? At this hour?"

You begin to study him, you listen to his words. Our home. How...domestic. It's almost like he didn't kill the owners of it before you two shoved your way in to formulate revenge plots. You groan.

You decide to finally call it out. To just be blunt. Address the...elephant in the room.

"Is this about the kiss?"

There's a moment of silence. It's almost comical, to watch his expression. How it changes from a sneer, to confusion, to utter surprise. He looks like a flustered mess at your words, obviously not used to being called out.

"You-" He begins, but stops himself. He looks like he's going to be sick, and it almost elicits a chuckle out of you.

"I'm not avoiding you." You say, genuinely. You can see right through him. "Is that what you think?"

He breathes heavily. You aren't sure if it's embarrassment, or your bluntness on the exchange between you two. He stares at you, bewildered and ruffled.

Collecting himself, he finally speaks up.

"What am I supposed to think!?" It comes out in a weak snap, all bark no bite. But...it does scare you a bit. He stalks closer and closer on you, and you realize just how tall he is. "Look at you, little girl, running away like a thief in the night."

His voice is suddenly gentle as it trails off, and you feel your breath hitch as his finger comes beneath your chin, tilting your gaze up to him.

"So naive. So innocent. So ignorant." His voice is cutting, strangely degrading.

You look into his eyes, and you realize...he's scolding you. And you love it.

You feel warm all over, biting your lip. His eyes travel down to watch you tug it in between your teeth, and his gaze darkens almost instantly. You have the same effect on him, apparently.

"I wasn't avoiding you." You say, impossibly gentle. It's lowered to a whisper as you're backed against a wall. "I promise, Jervis...I promise." You take a hand to cradle his cheek. You watch as his touch-starved body immediately sinks into the touch, closing his eyes.

You swear you can feel his heart beating. His breath comes in quiet gasps as he drinks in your comforting presence. This is the most intimate you two must've been with anybody. It's real. It's reciprocated.

He still seems wary, unconvinced. He gazes up at you, eyes narrowing, but still soft. You forget all about your father. You forget all about revenge. Maybe Mr. Tetch is your sanctuary.

You wonder if this is what your mother felt for your dad. No wonder she went batshit crazy. You would too.

"You can come with me. To the club." You say, sincerely. You watch as his lips part, and the tension in his body melts away. "If you want."

A beat of silence, before that spark returns to him.

"...Perhaps I may have rushed to conclusions." He says simply, still begrudgingly. But you find yourself lighting up at him relenting. "May I?" He asks, holding out a hand for you to take.

He detaches himself from you, but not without difficulty. You take his hand in response.

There it is again. That jolt of electricity. That feeling of adoration.

You breathe a relieved sigh and let him drag you away.

[autisticempathydaemon]

your match up game looks so fun ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i wanna try it out hehe (rambling ahead)

1. beast of blood by malice mizer :3 i honestly don't have a reason other than it being chaotic enough that it fills up empty noise in my brain lol

2. 5w6 !!

3. ohh i LOVE youtube essays/analyses whether i'm fully listening or have em as background noise, i love horror youtube deep dives, particularly about analog/digital horror series and that one creepypasta iceberg hehe

4. i don't think i've ever had one ? to be honest i don't think i ever thought abt it until i saw it in like . cartoons n shit , never rlly knew about the concept of imaginary friends as a kid 😭

5. recently i use redacted sleep aid audios but most of the time i just . stay awake until my brain shuts down 🤞

6. honestly? i never thought abt this . but the first thing that came into my mind was veronica (idk either!!) though if i genuinely wanted to change my name i'd want it to be gender neutral, and tbh i doubt i'd have any important meaning behind it i'd just pick whatevr sounds nice

7. guy's sleep audio !!!! i joke about wanting guy angst a lot but to be real . this audio of his is so vulnerable .. like before that we only saw him being a goof and stuff yaknow . . idk that one forreals hit different 4 me

8. as much as i love every character, i do not understand why gavin is the most popular😭 don't get me wrong , love him, maybe it's because i haven't listened to the fl series but i do not get the hype💔

9. i don't know all the words per se but i would have to say mean girls . . as problematic as that movie is now its iconic and i love it and i need to rewatch it BAD .

10. damien tbh . haven't gotten to his other audios but i think i would want 2 be besties w him i relate 2 him a good amount (he also seems like the type id be intimidated into doing well in school for)

11. to be real i wld not be able to ramble if im tired LOL i think i'd be more quiet bcz i have a hard time sleeping to begin with

12. tbh just a soda (coca cola bcz i am basic) i go to convenience stores n stuff after school so im only there to pick up something quick before i go home so im in and im out 🔥🔥

13. the 2007 sweeney todd soundtrack 🤞 i cannawt find the movie ANYWHERE and its nostalgic to me so listening to the songs is the closest i'll get to scratch the itch in my brain

14. fnaf tbh EHWHEHW i've been into fnaf ever since i was a kid and it's stuck with me because it's what got me into horror n stuff  🫶

15. i'm a saggitarius, my mbti is INTP, i love horror and fashion, despite wearing a lot of darker alt fashion, my favorite color is pink (my phone case is decorated to the gods its very ridiculous) i like doing my own nails (funnily enough in bright colors) , i think i relate to honey the most in terms of personality, and i like to analyze most of the media im into!!

So part of my thought process is based on your personality types, the Troubleshooter and the Logician. However, I have to admit a bigger part of my reasoning is I think Asher would love your fashion sense and would contrast you so cutely.

Like, on a deep, core level, your personality types give me the impression of someone who’s thoughtful and analytical and capable of solving problems. Those are good traits for a beta’s mate, especially when Asher can have more social, impulsive tendencies. On a funsies level, I imagine Asher dresses like your typical So Cal dude, kinda surfer chic, and he loves your style and what an odd pair you make. Like, on all levels but especially physical, you are the embodiment of the black cat/golden retriever couple.

Asher loves everything about you, so many things about you he finds it hard to pick a favorite. He loves the contrast between your dark clothes and your bright nails, loves asking you to paint his while you’re at it so y’all can match. He loves watching FNAF theories with you, because he was definitely a FNAF teenager. He even loves watching scary movies with you though he’s terrible with them. (Asher’s the type that loves the adrenaline rush while it’s playing but regrets it once it’s time to lock up the house.)

Song:

In the car, I just can't wait/ To pick you up on our very first date/ Is it cool if I hold your hand?/ Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?/ Do you like my stupid hair?/ Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?/ I'm just scared of what you think/ You make me nervous so I really can't eat/ Let's go/ Don't wait/ This night's almost over

Given we canonically know Asher to be a FOB fanboy, it’s hardly a leap to assume he’s a Blink fan, especially this song. I think this particular track is not only fun and nostalgic to him but captures his energy and vibes, how he felt when he first fell in love with you. It’s also catchy as hell, so you know he’s singing this at you full-volume all the time.

Runner-ups:

Anytime someone says they’re a horror fan, I’ve got to put Guy in their big three; one of my top headcanons is that he writes some gripping horror and loves it as a genre. (I also think he loves FNAF lore and finds it so fun, though he was not impressed by the movie.) I also love Lasko for you because I think he admires your bold, authentic fashion choices and finds them inspirational.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[paarthurnax59]

"Little Sparrow"

Warnings: Christian and religions references, bad French. not much. Lots of fluff!❤️

Chapter 4

  

You stood upon a rocky hill as the sun beamed down at you, covering yourself from it’s blinding rays and blazing heat. The sky was cloudless, giving no refuge from the sun’s harmful rays. Looking around you see yourself in a nearly barren desert with what looked like olive trees scattered around the area, along with a few bushes and other species of fauna. A few deer could be seen scavenging for food. Hoping to see any sign of human life, you treaded the scorching desert. You walked aimlessly for a while until you come across three figures.

“Hey, excuse me! Can you tell me where I am?!” You ran at them and started to make out what they were. Two of them were female, one was a woman wearing ancient Israeli garb and with dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin. Their other was a little girl with features very similar to the older woman. You assumed that they were mother and daughter. Beautiful beyond compared, but had the look of sorrow on their flawless faces. The third, what seemed to be a man facing the two women with him kneeling to the little girl. He wore all white and his back was facing you, completely disregarding your existence all together. 

“Hey! Can you hear me!? I need help!” You shouted once more and again they ignored you. Why can’t they hear you? Then you kept quiet as the man spoke softly and calmly to the little girl, making you stare in awe. 

“My sweet girl, I must leave you. I have fulfilled my purpose upon this earth, and now my father calls me back.” The man in white said to the girl and her eyes began to tear up. His voice, while gentle as an autumn breeze, held a silent power. A power so strong that it could stop an entire war from breaking out. It made you go silent and stand with your jaw open, listening intently to their conversation.

“Papa, I don’t want you to go. I love you! I can’t bare losing you again.” The crying girl ran to the man, which now she assumed was her father, and embraced him with as much strength as her little body could muster. You heart broke for the little girl, knowing how it felt losing a parent. She was even around the same age as you when you lost both your parents. You wanted to be mad at the man for leaving his daughter behind, but for some reason, you couldn’t. He hugged her back with the same amount of love she was expressing to him. He held her tightly, like it was the last time.

“And I love you, my little sparrow. Which is why I must go. You and your mother must get out of here and away from Nazareth…” Your ears perked up from hearing the mysterious man hugging the little child. Nazareth? You were in ancient Nazareth? You continued to watch the heart-breaking moment between three people. No longer you care about them noticing you as you listen with a heavy heart as a family was being separated. “A boat will take you where you both need to go. No matter where you go, you and your mother will always be watched over…I will always watch over you.”   Your eyes start to water over this gut-wrenching moment, just as everything went dark. 

…..

    You awoke gasping in your bed, trying desperately to reach for the people that were not longer there.  Breathing heavily placing a hand on your heart. Looking around the darkness, you can see you were still in your luxurious room at Vatican City. The moon’s light shined through the curtains of your window, forcing you to turn your head to the night sky. Now feeling wide awake, you arose from your bed and walked to it with quiet footsteps. 

   Though you couldn’t see much due to the Vatican’s walls, you still could see some of the beautiful light that came from Rome. You think about the one time you tried to snuck out to explore Rome in the dead of night. Sometimes Jinette’s guards weren’t always the brightest and you could easily sneak passed them. Of course, you were not able to fool everyone.

18 years earlier….

“And so, Beautiful Esther, being the virtuous woman, bravely stood up for her people, though she was fearful of her fate. She believed a life live no courage…is not a life at all. For the fear of God came before the fear of men.” He said by your bedside as he finished telling you biblical stories. Night had fallen and was growing later by the hour.  You watched in amazement about the brave Jewish woman that stood before death to protect her people and save her uncle, Mordecai. 

“She really did all that? Without the King even realizing she was Jewish? Even though she could have been killed?” You said while squirming in your bed, listening intently to the story of one of the bravest women of the bible. 

“Yes, she did, Piccolo Paressa.” He nodded, pleased that his young ward finally was able to sit down for a biblical story. He was glad that it was the story of Esther. Though he hoped she never had to face a horrible situation like the biblical heroin had, he hoped you would grow to be resilient and virtuous. He maybe old fashioned in the ways of the world, but he wanted his new ward to have honorable women to look up to. He wanted you to grow up to be a strong woman with good values. “She was incredibly strong and risked much to save her people. Saving them from annihilation at the hands of her own husband.” He enlightened the young French girl.

“And that Haman guy? Quelle brute absolue!” You spat out and almost wanted to punch someone for what the King’s advisor tried to do to the innocent people of Persia. All because he didn’t like the fact they were different from them. Jinette grinned at your response to his tale. He tucked her in as she continued to discuss the little bedtime story. “Glad he got what he deserved.” He didn’t like how you said that, even if you were talking about a very evil person. As he got done getting you into bed, he used his hand to get you to look him in the eye. He made sure you were intently listening before he spoke. 

“(Name), you should not be saying things like that, even if you believe their punishment was just.” He spoke lowly but still serious enough for him to get his point across.

“Why? he tried to kill thousands of innocent people because they were different from him. He was cruel and shouldn’t be alive anymore.” Jinette sighed with disappointment ever so eminent in his face.

“(Name), we must all face judgment for our wrong doings. Whether we realize it or not. Not matter how horrible or minuscule our offenses are, we all deserve fair judgement. We are not the ones allowed to offer such trial. Only one can do that.” He pointed upward with his finger, making sure you understand what he was talking about. “Yes, those who commit evil acts will have to face the final verdict, some will have to face trial while here on earth. but that doesn’t mean we live through out our lives with hearts full of vengeance. It brings us to a place full of deep despair and darkness. A life of countless moments waisted, precious time that we will never get back. Hatred…it consumes you. Makes you into something that destroys your entire self and forget your true purpose.” Earnestly he spoke as he looked down at you, little your small developing mind sink in his wise words. “This is something I don’t want for you. What Esther did…was out of justice. For love, not for revenge. God will never help those who act in hate and anger. Do you understand, my child?” He asked you, giving him a nod in return. 

“Yes, father.” You replied and Jinette arose from your side of the bed. 

“Good. Then you have a good night, Paressa.” He walked off and to his own quarters, closing the door. The room dark with only the lights from Rome peeking through the window. You smiled as you went to your wardrobe and put on your jeans and jacket. Walking to your door you watched for anyone coming down your hallway. So far it was empty, which meant it was the perfect opportunity to get out of Vatican City for a while. It had been a couple of months since you started living at the Vatican and became Cardinal Jinette’s adoptive daughter. Ever since you had arrived, you had been confined in the city walls. While yes, you had food, education,  a warm bed and shelter. Even well cared for by the old man, but your heart craved more. It yearned to venture out and see the life of the famous city. Most sane people would think that a young girl like you would be crazy to go off alone in a city like Rome. Not you, however. You were tough and resilient. 

    Ever since the day your parents died and were dropped in that God forsaken orphanage, you had fight for survival. The people at the orphanage tried to break you, with no form of success. You weren’t afraid of the people of the world; you didn’t even flinch when Jinette had told you about monsters being real. Having trust in people? That’s an entirely different story. So going out alone in a large city like Rome, didn’t scare you in the slightest.

    Scanning down the empty hall, you slowly walked through the palace. With each careful step, you waited and listened for any form of human movement before moving forward. You suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming in your direction and were getting louder. To not be detected, you hid behind one of the large, thick curtains that hid your small body. The footsteps pass and with a smirk, you slowly emerged from the curtain. You were on your way to the gate when you felt a strong hand on your arm and another covering your mouth to keep you from screaming. Instincts began to take hold, so you began to fight off your assailant. 

“Stop squirming, little girl, or I will put you over my knee.” Said the masculine, but familiar voice, making you growl in frustration. He held you closer to his larger body to restrain you from trying to get away.

“Let me go!” You muffled angerly through his hand, trying to bop his jaw with your head. 

“You scream and it won’t be me getting in trouble for being out passed their bedtime, you little gargoyle.”  Van Helsing gritted his teeth. Wanted to not be caught by Cardinal Jinette, you kept quiet and ceased your struggle with the tall hunter. Jinette sometimes stayed up late to get some extra work done, for he was busy with educating you during the day. You didn’t want him catching you for being up at this late hour, so you clammed up. “Good, now we can talk, and don’t even think about trying to bite me again.” He commanded and released you from his grasp. You jumped away from him and face the young man, with your arms front and center, pulling your fists up to your face. “Are you always this defensive, little one?” He smirked down at you. He was wearing normal street clothes, black leather jacket with black slacks and a grey sweater.  His long hair was now combed back and his face shaved. His arm folded as he watched you in amusement.

“Are you always this much of a creep? Sneaking up on little girls?” You snapped at the man in front of you, not letting your guard down for one minute. It did nothing but made the tall hunter chuckle at your attempt to fight him off. Your face all puffed up and your fists high in the air, ready to brawl with him.

“Alright, calm down. I’m not going to fight you and I am not going to turn you over to cardinal Jinette, little one. I just want to talk to you.” He softly spoke to you as a chuckle escaped from his lips. With a feeling of caution was still present in your mind, your fists lowered to your side and your back straight. “So, can I ask why you were trying to leave? Not running away, are you?”

“No!” You barked and Van Helsing placed a finger to his lips to shush you.

“Keep it down, kid. The guards will catch you if you don’t stay quiet.” He hushed to you aggressively. “Now, if you aren’t trying to run away, what are you doing?” He inquired as he started to circle around you. 

“I just…” You sighed in defeat as you explained. “I just wanted to get out for a while. I have been cooped up in this place for months and wanted to see Rome for myself. I barely got a glimpse when Jinette brought me here.” You defended your actions, not wanting any one to think that you were trying to leave for good. You loved living here and everything it has to offer. “I was going to come back. I swear!”

“Alright, alight. Clam down, kid. You don’t need get upset over this.” He reminded you as he got in front of you, looking down at your fragile form. His heart ached as he looked down at your big, (E/C) guilt-ridden eyes. He didn’t want to make you feel like he was interrogating you. Van Helsing knew that sometimes life inside these walls can get a little stuffy and he knows how protective Jinette is of you. However, you still couldn’t go out on your own, especially at night in a European city. At that moment, an idea struck him. A mischievous grin appeared on his face. “I have an idea, how about I go with you? We can get out for a little bit.” He proposed, you raised your eyebrow, looking at him like had grown a second head. 

“?Etes-vous serieux?” You gasped in French, making Van Helsing groan.

“English, little girl. I don’t know French.” Gabriel rolled his eyes at your response.

“Sorry, but why would you do that for me? You hate me!” You exclaimed loudly, folded your arms and giving him a pouting face. Van Helsing had to cover your mouth once more to keep you from shouting. 

“Honestly, do you always have to yell when you talk? You are either screaming or speaking French.” He said as he let go of your face. “To answer your question; No, I don’t hate you. In fact, I like you, kid.”

“Why? I bit you when we first met and tried to fight with you.” You argued with grown man, not believing that he could like you when you’re only encounter with him was when you tried to go down that tunnel.

“Well, can’t say that I appreciated you biting me. It hurt like hell.” He cursed, letting a gasp escape your mouth.

“You cursed! You’re not allowed to swear in the Lord’s house, monsieur Van Helsing!” You point your finger at him, like a mother scorning her child. He snickered at you. In his eyes, you were just too adorable.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He apologized while lifting his hands in the air defensively. “But I must be honest, kiddo. You have spirit and a lot of it. You have the guts to stand up to people bigger than you and that to me, is pretty brave.” He looked at you and watched as you look up at him in amazement. Did he really mean that? He looked out the window, he could easily see the lights of Rome and then back at you. “And with spirited people like you, sometimes they get restless. They need an outlet occasionally. You obviously want to get out and I can do that for you.” He looked back at you once more and held out his hand. “What do you say? Call it a truce and we can both go explore the city?” 

     You thought about it for moment. In your heart, you wanted to trust him. He had this aura of honesty and genuine desire of wanting to connect with you. It had been a long time since you trusted people, let alone adults. So far, Jinette and Carl had been able to connect with you and maybe a few other people. Everyone else, they just looked at you like you were a fish out of water. In their eyes, you were nothing but a street orphan who was plucked by the old man through an act of pity. There also weren’t any other children around, making it hard to connect with anyone. However, Jinette had also been teaching you about faith. Not just faith in God but having faith in people. People who deserve to be trusted, like Jinette. So maybe, placing your confidence in Van Helsing, would help you gain a new friend. Slowly, you reached out for his large hand and grasp it tightly. 

“Let’s do it, Van Helsing.”

“Good, and by the way, you can call me Gabriel.” He smiled and then he began to lead you through the halls of Vatican City, avoiding any guards that wondered the halls. You both managed to get to the underground tunnels where a lot of old-fashioned vehicles resided. You had had the opportunity to ride in some of these luxury cars, including the Mercedes that you drove in when you came here in. He led you down the large underground garage, laughing as he pulled you along. He stopped abruptly, causing you to crash into him.

“Why did you stop?” You curiously looked up at him. He looked down to you and pointed his finger down the garage, pointing at a very beautiful black 1969 Ducati Scrambler Motorcycle. You looked in wonder and excitement as you looked at the beauty in front of you. “Is this yours?”

“Yup, got her when she was a real fixer upper a few years ago. After some love and care, I restored her to her former glory, with a few modifications that is.” He bragged with a proud grin plastered on his face. The bike had two helmets on it and he walked over to grab them, handing one out to you. “Safety first.” He joked as you took the helmet and placed it on your head. He helped you strap in on properly before he got on. You followed right behind him and got on. “Hold on tight, girly girl!” He placed his own helmet on before he started the bike. The engine roared as the bike was brought to life. You held on as Gabriel kicked off the stand and then rode off his parking space and out of the already open garage door. 

   The bike rode off into the night as the both of you left the sacred city behind. The lights from the motorcycle lighting your path and soon were both in the gorgeous and historic city of Rome herself. As Van Helsing focused on the road, you marvel at the beautiful architecture and stunning lights that made city look so magical and unreal. The two of you stopped at few places, along the way. Patheon, the Rome Colosseum, and St. Peter’s Basilica. All places where he could take you that were open at this late hour, promising one day that he would take you on a tour during the day. The next stop you made was the Trevi Fountain. You both stood in the at the fountain and then a shiny, silver coin appeared in front of you. 

“Make a wish, (Name).”  He suggested as he hand you the coin. You hold the coin to your chest and closed your eyes to make a wish. When you open your eyes, you tossed the coin as far as you could, landing in the water. “So, what did you wish for?” He poked at you, as you stared at him in disbelief. 

“You know I can’t tell you that! Otherwise, it won’t come true!” You giggled while he ruffled your hair. “Hey! Not my hair!” You squealed as Van Helsing grabbed you and then nuzzled your head with his fist, throwing you into a fit of laughter. You were finally having fun, for the first time in a long time.

….

    You smiled as you think back to your first real connection with Gabriel. Instead of him turning you over for trying to sneak out of Vatican City, he went with you. It wasn’t just that one time either. Once a week at least, when Gabriel wasn’t on a hunt, he would take you out on his bike. He had to get special permission to take you out from Jinette. Turns out, he wasn’t as angry about you sneaking out as you thought. Sometimes it was for lunch, others for gelato or on a tour at one of the museums. You still manage to leave at night with him. As long as you were with Van Helsing, you were safe. The two of you grew closer to one another as the months progressed. 

   Thinking back, it was a rather foolish idea to be trying to go out on your own. And only being eleven years old, at that. Of course, you had been homeless for a year, so the fear of being out alone didn’t bother you. Having to defend yourself as best you could. 

Being lost in thought, you hardly noticed your phone going off. You looked to your bedside table and reached for it. You could see Sam’s name and picture appear on the screen. You swiped up and placed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You answer and could a breath of relief from the other line.

“Thank God, (Name)! Are you okay? I’m at Jody’s right now and she told me that you left and didn’t tell you her where you were going. She said you left in a hurry and only told her it’s an emergency! Where are you?! I have been trying to get a hold of you for days!”  Sam panicked on the phone, and you shushed him, stopping him from his frantic tirade.

“Sam, calm down!” You ordered him and he goes silent. “If you just let me explain where I have been and what I have been doing, I will tell you.” He breath could be hard over the phone, showing that he was trying to calm his heart rate. You were too tired to deal with this.

“Okay fine, go ahead.” He pressed while he heard you expound on your where abouts. 

“I’m in Rome right now.” You told him honestly.

“Rome?! As in Italy?!” He yelled as you could hear the shock in his voice.

“Yeah, I have been in Italy for the past two days.” You began to explain.

“Why are you there?” He asked while you stared out in the dark sky. You really didn’t know what to tell Sam. For years, you had kept your life in the Order a secret from the boys. While you did tell them you were from France and raised by a priest, the rest of your story was a little more…fabricated.

    You never told them that you were trained by that same priest and one of his best hunters. Why? Because the more people that know about the Order, the harder it would be to keep from corrupt governments and organizations. The Order had been around for almost two thousand years and had stood strong against the tests of time, mainly due to it’s resilient secrecy. When every hunter reaches the final stages of their training, they are sworn hold the oath to never tell outsiders about the Order. People were just not ready to know the truth of what goes on in the dark. However, you can’t leave Sam in the dark completely. You had told him some truth as too what is going on. 

“I’m going on a hunt, I was told an old friend had gone missing and I need to start looking for him. For all I know, he could be dead or hurt.” You explained as you sat on your bed, looking out the window. 

“Right, I get it.” He lowly whispered, indicating that he understood why you left. Your mind now coming back to the other situation that had led you to leaving the bunker.

“How is he, Sam? Did he get…”

“No, he still hasn’t gotten the mark off …and he’s getting worse. Charlie’s death really took a toll on him, (Name).” He sadly admitted, making your chest tighten with remorse and regret hearing Charlie’s name being spoken. “He killed all the Stynes just a few days ago and even nearly killed Cass. He was all bloody and beaten when Rowena and I found him. Dean did a real number on him before he left.”  He said, just now making you want to cry just hearing what happened. What was happening to your Dean? “There is another thing…Dean…he killed a kid.” 

“What?” You said as a tear came down onto your cheek. You had a very strong soft spot for kids and so did Dean. Which is one of the things that made you fall in love with him. It was his most endearing quality. Now, to hear that he killed a kid had broken you in a way that made you just keel over. 

“He was one of the Stynes, but he wanted to leave his family. He seemed like a good kid from what Cass had described. Dean shot him dead along with the other Stynes that broke into our bunker. He didn’t even give him a chance to defend himself or speak.” Sam sounded so defeated and sad, it made your heart ache with pain. While you can’t fathom feeling sorry for any of the Stynes deaths, you do feel for this poor boy that Dean killed. It could not have been easy growing up in a family like the Stynes. If you were in that boy’s shoes, you would have wanted to get out as soon as you could. The real Dean Winchester would not have killed him. He would have done everything he could to help that kid. What could have been his salvation, became his demise. A tragic ending to a life full of potential and redemption. 

“(Name), are you still there?” Sam snapped you out of your haze. You composed yourself before answering him.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’m sorry, Sam. I’m sorry I can't be there.” You told him apologetically, wishing there was more you could do for the younger Winchester, and his brother. Despite everything Dean did, you still loved him. 

“It’s okay, (Name). I understand why you don’t want to be here right now. I will find a way to get him back, I always do.”  Sam spoke with much determination. You know he’s right. Sam and Dean would go to the ends of the earth to save each other. Even dying for one another to do it. “You should focus on finding your friend, (Name). Don’t worry about Dean for now.” He assured you softly, trying to ease your mind after giving you the tragic news of what Dean had done. “And get some sleep, It must still be late over there.”

“Thanks Sam, I love you, you know.” You said with a somewhat cracking voice, your heart raced as you expressed your feelings to him.

“I love you, too. Get some rest, okay? See you later.”  Sam before he hung up. It was then you let the tears fall and covered your face as you sobbed fiercely. Your body hunched over trying as hard as you could to keep quiet and not to wake anyone. You cried for a good ten minutes before lying down in your bed and pulling the covers over you. The tears didn’t stop falling from your face. With all the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind, you highly doubt you will get a restful night’s sleep. You turned to the window again, and looked at the moon, full and bright like a star. Your mind still thinking mostly about what Dean had done since you had left. You wonded if things would have been different if you hadn’t lied to him and Charlie would still be alive. You honestly don’t think he would ever forgive you. Truthfully, you don’t think you would forgive yourself for this either. 

“This is all my fault.” 

….

What do you guys think Reader was dreaming about? How about her interactions with Gabriel and Jinette as a child? And how do you think she will work out with this Dean situation?

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French translation

“Quelle brute absolue!”: “what an absolute brute!”

“?Etes-vous serieux?” : “Are you serious?”

[okwritingandpain]

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 21

She hadn't expected to be sleeping in a heap on the ground with the band. It was a way of coping. A way for the others to say their goodbye...by being close. She hoped to see them again...maybe there was a chance they would all live. Then she could see them all one more time. George's leg twitched like a cat's as he hit Ringo in the arm, making him groan. John's arm was slumped over his guitar and the other over Paul's chest. Pal held John's arm like a stuffed animal. Y/N awoke earlier than the others and she decided to lay on the floor for a moment and stare at the ceiling. She remembered all the time they had spent together. From dancing in restaurants to dinner at John's aunt's house it really was an adventure. She had aged a year in it all. It taught her a lot about trust and friendship and she couldn't help but feel bliss at the thought of experiencing something no one else could. No one else would learn these things through the way she did but either way it brought a smile to her face.

"Y/N?" John whispered, searching for her in the mix of people. "Are you awake?" She shifted to try and find him.

"Yeah." Y/N responds, finally spotting John.

"Oh...you should rest before you go home." He replied. A small chuckle leaves her throat.

"Sleep is for the weak." She joked. John smiled in response. They laid there for a few seconds, trying to think of what to say. "John?"

"Yeah?" He looks at her.

"Do you think we'll see each other again?" She fiddles her thumbs, feeling a wave of sadness flow over herself.

"Is that even a question? Of course we will!" He replied with glee. This awoke Paul who seemed grumpy.

"John..." He hissed, "What time is it?" His eyes fluttered open and looked around for a clock. John checked his watch.

"4:23." He read. Paul groaned.

"Really? You've got to be kidding." Paul let go of John's arm.

"Good morning to you too." She laughed. Paul hadn't realized Y/N was awake too.

"Oh, uh good morning, Y/N. I guess it's an early start today?" Paul asked, nervously.

"As early as it can be." John replied, shifting to a more comfortable position. This of course, woke George up which in turn made him stop hitting Ringo which woke him up too. At this point everyone stopped caring about being quiet. You got up to make breakfast but John and George stopped you.

"No, no, no." George pushed you away from the kitchen. "You don't lift a finger during your last day with us. "

"This would be the last time I get to cook in my kitchen." She frowned.

"There's always lunch." He replied, shooing her away. Rolling her eyes, she sat on the couch next to Ringo.

"I had a dream about a walrus and an octopus." He said, looking confused as ever.

"Were you high?" She asked, plainly. Ringo thought for a moment.

"Perhaps." He replied, dozing off again. Paul laughed.

"What's a walrus and an octopus have to do with anything?" He asked, leaning over the back of the couch. Y/N wore a look that made him instantly realize that it meant something. "If we write a song about a walrus an an octopus I swear Ringo..." Paul bapped Ringo on the head. He woke up, looking around frantically.

"I am the walrus." Ringo said, giving her chills. That totally wasn't creepy at all. Not to mention that Ringo didn't write that song and he wasn't the walrus in Magical Mystery Tour. "I am a walrus in an octopus's garden."

"Ringo." She said. He looked at her expectantly.

"Stop. Please. I beg of you." She patted his hand and stood up to double check that everything was packed. Paul helped you go over the checklist that George had made.

"You packed your writing right? That's really important. I plan to read every single book you publish, so you need to have this one..." Paul looked around for the writing.

"Don't worry. I have it here." She said, picking it up off the table. She had written in it last night and she had been so tired that she hadn't even been bothered to move it. Paul let out a sigh of relief.

"That's the most important thing." Paul said. 

"In its own way." She replied, setting it with the rest of her stuff. Paul nodded with a smile. "There are other things that are important too. I just can't bring them with me." Y/N looked around at the band who was scattered around the apartment. Ringo was hitting random notes on the piano and she had to resist the urge to stop him. It was very early and she didn't exactly want to disturb the neighbors, but at this point why should she care. Y/N sat next to Ringo and began playing a song. Ringo joined in, playing anything he thought would sound good. Paul hummed a tune in response. The smiles widened on their faces as they played. It wasn't long before George and John came and added their own version into the mix. They were going to miss this, but they all knew that they would see each other again. They had to. 

"Who is ready for some breakfast?" John asked, pulling her away from the piano. He spun her around before sitting her down at the dining table. George brought out some eggs and toast along with a few strips of bacon. 

"This looks absolutely stunning!" She cheered, looking at the meal with hunger. George gave her a hug before sitting down next to her. John sat across and the others joined them. They reminisce about everything they had been through as they ate their meal. John and Paul had started throwing eggs at each other and the next thing they knew it was a war between Paul and John and George and Ringo. Y/N watched the fight, laughing at the absurdity, but yet still finding it to be a ball. "Winner! George and Ringo!" She announced. Ringo stood up and clapped for himself as he bowed. 

"Thank you, thank you! This moment is truly bigger than I am--" Ringo was cut-off.

"Oh shut up, Ringo!" John laughed. 

"So surprising that the loser said that." George rolled his eyes with a laugh. John threw one more egg at George's face. 

"Who's the loser now?" He snickered. Paul hid behind the table, hoping George and Ringo didn't have any more food to throw. 

"Alright you guys." Y/N motioned for them to stop. "I don't exactly want to leave this place a mess." 

"Cleaning crew! GO!" Paul announced as he went to retrieve cleaning supplies. Y/N and the boys cleaned up the place. By the time they were done it was around 6 am. The hours were ticking by and Y/N knew that soon she would have to return home. She spent most of the day reading, playing music, and drawing with the boys. They were decent at it, but she felt she had a leg up on all of them. Finally, she knew that their time was coming to an end. The band began to get out their instruments. 

"Are you ready?" John asked, letting her strum his guitar. 

"Ready as I can be for now." She replied with a frown. 

"Hey, just remember that you'll see us again very soon. We have to wait over 40 years!" John laughed, giving her a one last hug. 

"He's got a point." George added. 

"John wrote most of this one, but it has a piece of all of us." Paul said, turning to Ringo to set the tempo. Y/N clutched all of her items she was willing to take. Her writing clutched in her arms. 

"Here we go!" Ringo nodded to the others and they began to play. 

"There are places I'll remember, all my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better. Some have gone and some remain." They began. She could feel the haziness begin. Somehow this new song had the same effect as Yesterday. Maybe it was the emotion put behind it. Paul was emotional about the past and now they were emotional about her leaving. 

"All these places had their moments. With lovers and friends, I still can recall. Some are dead and some are living. In my life, I've loved them all." She sang under her breath. She knew that a part of this song was dedicated to Pete Best and Stuart Sutcliffe which made her smile. She was glad they were recognized for what they did and the tragedy of Stu.

"But of all these friends and lovers. There is no one compares with you. And these memories lose their meaning. When I think of love as something new." They continued and the haziness became fuzzier. "Though I know I'll never lose affection. For people and things that went before. I know I'll often stop and think about them. In my life, I love you more. Though I know I'll never lose affection. For people and things that went before. I know I'll often stop and think about them. In my life, I love you more." Now everything was almost black. 

"Goodbye, Y/N." They all said. 

"In my life, I love you more." The song faded and she awoke on the floor of the studio again. All of her things were with her, including her writing. 

"There you are, luv." A familiar voice said. She looked up to see Paul, now much older again, standing above her with a large smile. "I missed you." 

"I missed you too." She smiled, standing up to hug him. 

"It's been awhile." He laughed. Y/N chuckled, releasing him from the hug and sitting on the piano bench. 

"Really? It feels like just yesterday..." She smirked. Paul laughed, grabbing something off the top of the piano. 

"And this is for you." He smiled. She couldn't believe it. It was a photo album/scrapbook. Inside were pictures of the time she had spent there and some pictures of what happened afterwards. 

"Are they all alive?" She asked. Paul nodded and she hugged the book with glee. 

"Do you want to see them?" He asked. 

"Well of course!" Y/N shouted. 

"Who first?" Paul asked, tapping the book. 

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi dear are you still taking request? If you’re, can I please have a matchup for One Piece and Demon Slayers? Thank you so muchh. ✨💕✨

I’m Fide, she/her pronoun and I’m Bi. 

I have fair skin, black hair, dark eyes and a somewhat childish, naive appearance (Asian you know, we stay young forever.)

I’m an INFP I think? With Cancer sun, Pisces moon and rising, as well as a whole lot water placements in my birth chart. 

Soo, you can guess, I’m your typical water bbi. Highly sensitive, emotional and introverted. My daily routine includes crying and overthinking. I’m usually compassionate and playful but my trust issue has trust issues. I tend to keep to myself til I get comfortable around people. Then I’ll become the talkative, passionate, chaotic mess with the weirdest ideas and a concerning sense of humor. I’m the mom/therapist friend that gives out advices I’d never follow. 

I have an eye for beauty (in arts, human and nature) and the other for basically everything in life (I can’t help it, it’s my instinct to observing and perceiving every single details around me). I’m curious and can get excited rather quickly, so I’m eager to learn new things regardless the topics. I loveee literature (enough to go to college for it). Other form of arts and philosophy are also my favorites. I’m not really fond of loud, crowded places. I have the social battery of an iphone 4 you know.

My love language is being your no.1 supporter, and being absolutely random about it. I’ll ask the deepest or most absurd questions at the most random time, be aware.

I hope it’s not too long. Thank you so muchh and hope you have a lovely dayy.🌷💕

Hi Fide! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I am currently up to episode 156 of One Piece, so please keep that in mind while reading this. I hope you like your matchups!

In One Piece, I match you with...

Your sensitive nature is a perfect match for Sanji. He's a naturally emotional person as well so you both know how to interact with each other.

If you start crying, you'd best be prepared to be pampered almost to the point of being smothered. Even if it's just a small matter that's made you cry, Sanji's making your favourite snack/drink and spending as much time with you as you want.

Helps you avoid loud and crowded places. It's pretty hard to find a quiet place when Luffy's around but the kitchen is usually a safe haven. Sanji usually protects that area for himself but you are an exception; you can relax in there as much as you want.

Please show him support. He needs someone in his life that supports him unconditionally and he will do everything in his power to return that favour.

You being with him means more than he can ever explain so Sanji's convinced the least he can do is show you the same level of devotion you show him.

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

You and Kanao are very similar in that you're on the quieter side. But while you're open with your emotions, she's a lot more reserved and closed off.

You can help her open up and with time she will, especially around you. She wants to let you know what she's thinking and feeling but it will take a while to break down the walls she's built up.

Kanao likes it when you ask random questions. She doesn't always have an answer but she thinks it's a cute quirk. Just don't question why she was laying awake half the night thinking about your questions…

She’s not a huge fan of crowds or loud places so she’ll happily help you avoid those places. If it’s unavoidable, she’ll hold your hand the whole time so you both have comfort.

Kanao values your support greatly. She's still learning how to make her own decisions and live her life the way she wants so your support and care is very good for her.

[captain-liminal]

Birthday Buddies

Ya’ll know what time it is! I’m giving my number 1 Amigo a b-day mini fic. Enjoy!

WARNINGS - Swearing, reader is gender neutral, not proof read

LENGTH - A lot longer than I thought I would make it

“Ruggie! Wake up! Ruggie get up!” You shake Ruggie awake from his night long slumber. The sky only has a slight tint of blue in it, it’s still dark-ish outside.

“Dude... What time even is it?” He’s waking up, albeit very slowly. You quickly pull out your phone, turn down the brightness and show him the time.

4:26 AM... Huh. Early. You wouldn’t usually be awake at this hour.

Ruggie turns over in place with a groan of annoyance. “Man... Go back to bed. It’s too early...”

Hopping up and down in place beside his bed, your tone of voice showing your excitement, you whisper yell at him, “Do you know what day it is?! I gotta wake you up early so Leona doesn’t take you from me with stupid, meaningless errands!” You stop your jumping and give Ruggie another light shake, rousing him some more.

He turns back around, tosses his blanket, sits up, and with a hiss he says, “Alright, alright! What day is it?”

“What are you, stupid?! You know damn well I’ve been waiting for this day! Look!” You show him your phone once more, trying to get Ruggie to look at the date this time.

...April 18th...

Thinking took him a moment, sleep still clouding his mind.

...

...

“...OOOH!! Dude!” Ruggie’s eyes suddenly light up, that bright ass smile on his face. You throw your arms out like you’re welcoming him in for a hug, “Happy Birthday bro!” He gets up and leans into your arms. A birthday hug from his best friend to start the day... What a way to wake up!

Ending the hug, you put your phone in your back pocket and look him up and down for a moment. Your hands land on your hips. “C’mon, get dressed. I have a whole day planned out for you!”

~A Long While Later~

The time was now 11:52 AM. The day was in full swing! So many things to do, so many gifts to give, and all for one surprise in the end. Ruggie was already running your pockets. Everything was your treat since he was broke, and it was his birthday too.

“Wow, man. You really didn’t have to do this for me!” Ruggie turns to look at you, walking beside you in the halls of NRC. Other students were giving him little happy birthdays as they walked past. You look back at him, “You’re right. I didn’t have to do shit for you. And here we are.” A smile broke out onto your face.

Ruggie gives you a smirk, “Aww, come on! You know you love me.”

“...Smartass.” He always says things like that when he knows he’s slightly urked you. Turning to look back in front of you, you spotted Ace and Deuce having a little “chat” in the middle of the hall.

Raising a hand, you call out to them. “Hey! What’s up?”

Both of them turn their heads simultaneously. Seeing Ruggie made them shut their mouths. Good. We don’t need him hearing, do we?

Ace was the first to call back. “Yooo! What’s good? We were just, uhh... talking... about something.” Deuce followed suit. “Y-yeah! Just needed to settle a little dispute!”

You face palmed.

“Oh really? Mind telling us what your little “dispute” was about?” Ruggie leaned forward a bit and raised a brow at the two boys. You heard Ace let out a quiet “Shit...”

“Ruggie, what they were talking about is none of your business. I’ve told you about being nozy.” Cutting in and saving the day, you told Ruggie off. Both Ace and Deuce let out a sigh of relief.

Ruggie snorted. “Alright. Fine. Don’t tell your Amigo then.” At that, Deuce raised a finger. “Uhm, speaking of which. We need to see them for a minute...” Your head raised to look at Deuce. You could already tell it was almost time. Taking in a breath, you spoke again, “Okay. Let’s go. Ruggie, meet us back in Savanaclaw in ten. Got that?”

His face had gone from a smirk to confusion. “Alright, if you say so. See ya.” He turned around and started to walk off.

“Oh, man,” Ace started. “That was WAY too close! C’mon! We gotta finish!” Not too long after the last words were rushed out, all three of you were on your way.

~Ten Minutes Later~

Ruggie was coming back into his dorm. He knew something was up, the anticipation was killing him inside. Waiting was becoming too much to bear.

Standing in front of the doorway, he breathed in deeply. Now was the time...

He stepped inside, and oh boy, was he greeted with a HOT surprise!

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUGGIE!!” Everyone shouted at once. The sound was almost overwhelming. The sight was even more so!

A large, long table filled with delicious desserts and delicacies. Ruggie was sure that you had gotten Jamil and Trey looped into this. Balloons were tied in place in some spots. Another table with some gifts from others on it.

The thing that caught his attention. Oh, that thing. It made Ruggie gasp like a cartoon character.

A rack looped all the way around with sweet and delicious smelling donuts. All of different flavors, and some of them were only little donut holes. He could feel his mouth starting to water... It smelled so good!

“...You guys...” He placed a hand on his chest. This was the biggest birthday thing he’s ever gotten. It made his heart swell...

You and a few others walked over to give him praise, you being the first to reach him. Placing a gentle hand on Ruggie’s shoulder and giving him a soft smile, you pull him into another hug.

“Happy birthday, Ruggs.”

[gayluigi]

Those of you who have followed me for any amount of time might know that I have a rescue Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Lucy that I love very dearly. Well, I’m very heartbroken to report that on May 4 at about 1:45 AM, Lucy passed away. It was very peaceful, all things considered. Our vet thinks that one of the valves in her heart gave out, and it was only about 24 hours between the onset of symptoms and her passing.

We had no idea it was coming. The emergency vet she’d visited earlier that day had diagnosed her with congestive heart failure, but had given us some medication and assured us that she’d be feeling much better the next day. Sadly, that just wasn’t the case. The emergency vet isn’t to blame. No one is. Even if they’d picked up the busted valve in the scans, there wasn’t anything they could do except immediately euthanize her. She was 13 years old. She wouldn’t have survived surgery to fix the damage. There was nothing that could’ve been done.

We’re grateful that it happened at home and we didn’t have to make any hard decisions. We’re no stranger to euthanizing animals, but it’s always a bit of a relief when they pass at home instead of having to go through the ordeal of passing in a place as stressful as a vet’s office. She passed on her own terms, in my mom’s lap (her favorite place in the world), as the two of us stroked her and told her what a good girl she is and how much we love her. It was all super sudden. One minute, she’s wanting up in my mom’s lap, and the next, she can’t get a breath in, and we knew it was happening. It was all over quickly, and she died being surrounded by love from her two favorite family members.

Our house is so empty without her. I miss her so bad. She used to come get me in the middle of the night when she was hungry (due to her heart issues, her body was essentially consuming itself to keep itself alive, so she needed to eat a lot of calories to sustain herself), and we’d go downstairs and get some food for her. It was our little routine. Now, my nights are a lot more lonely without her bounding up the stairs to come fetch me for a late night snack break. It annoyed me when she first started doing that, since late nights are my “me time” when no one else is awake and I don’t like being interrupted during that time, but I grew to appreciate our little snack breaks since it was just a quiet moment with the two of us. I’d give anything to see her cute little self bounding up the stairs, staring at me with those baby seal eyes, and wagging her tail to beg for a snack.

In memory of the sweetest little rescue Cavalier you ever did see, here’s some pictures of Lucy from her last few months with us. She truly was a special little dog, and the world is a darker place without the light she shone. (Image descriptions in alt text!)

We love you, Lucy!!!

[rosenallies]

Sleep Prompt 23. “You’re still awake.  Something on your mind?” sick verse (maybe with teen Nat? If you can’t tell, I’m a Natalie Stan)

Fun fact, Natalie in this au is based off of Natalie Goodman from the musical next to normal, the key difference is that her dada is physically sick and not mentally sick like Natalie Goodman’s mom <3😌 and this prompt sebsequently reminds me of the song in the first act when Natalie’s mom finds her awake at 4 am and tells her she needs to slow down and take time for herself and that she’s gonna go have sex with Natalie’s father <3 .. anyway I’ll stop rambling about musicals now <3

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23. “You’re still awake. Something on your mind?”

Since Synthia’s diagnosis years ago at this point, everyone struggled with sleep in some way. Synthia himself could barely stay away at times, Kendall woke up 5 times a night to check on him, and Gia became the world’s lightest sleeper. So, really, it wasn’t at all surprising when they woke to the sound of quiet tiptoes down the hallway. Checking beside them, he found Synthia still fast asleep, breathing evenly into Kendall’s chest, who was also snoring blissfully. That left only one member of the household to be the culprit.

They pulled themselves out of bed, and followed the sound, the sound of footsteps turned into rooting around in kitchen drawers.

“Natalie?” They called, making the teenager jump, eyes wide as she turned around.

“Hi, Noni.”

“You’re still awake,” they said matter of factly, checking the time on the oven, just past 3 am, “something on your mind?”

Natalie sighed, removing her hands from behind her back, a thick yellow envelope in her hands.

“Nat, what is that? What are you doing?”

She sighed, her eyes brimming over with tears as she handed them the envelope.

They looked it over, ‘Columbia University’ etched into the envelope in fancy letters, addressed to none other than their daughter.

Eyes wide, they gasped. “Nat, did you-? When did you even apply?”

“I applied a while ago. I-I don’t know if I got in yet, I was trying to find the letter opener,” she flushed, “I didn’t want to ruin the envelope.”

“Here,” they said, opening a different drawer and pulling out the tool, “wait- should we wait until morning? Your dada and daddy will be so proud of you.”

“No. Even if I get in, I don’t know if I want to go,” she said, looking down at her feet.

“Natalie, what are you talking about? This is an Ivy League school!”

She looked back up, eyes misty. “It’s so far away, what if-.”

She couldn’t say it, but Gia knew exactly what she was thinking. “Come here, baby,” they said, leading her to the couch where they sat beside one another, Natalie resting her head on their shoulder.

“I know what you’re thinking. Dad would want you to go.”

“Of course he would! He never wants any of us to feel like him being sick is hindering us, but I would never ever think that, but I would be all the way in New York, what if something happened and I-I couldn’t be there. I could still get just as good of an education at University of British Columbia, which I already know I got into.”

Gia ruffled her hair. “You’re too independent for your own good. You’re smart, you’d make the best out of any school you ended up in, but Nat, you really can’t compete with Columbia.”

She sniffled. “I know. I applied because I wasn’t sure if I’d get in, but when I got feedback on my essay I sent in, I-I think this is an admissions letter.”

“What did you write about?”

“I wrote about dad.”

Gia hummed. “I bet it was something special.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I don’t think they give feedback on a lot of essays but I got an email saying it was particularly’moving’ and to look out for the yellow envelope,” she said, turning the envelope in her hands.

Gia felt a surge of pride for their daughter, so smart and dedicated, they loved her and their little family more than anything. “Why don’t we open it together and based on what it says, we can talk to dad and daddy in the morning?”

“Okay,” she said, thrusting the envelope into their hands.

They gingerly took it and edged the letter opener into the paper, opening it painstakingly slowly and taking out the letter inside.

“Together?”

She agreed. “Together.”

“1..”

“2..”

“3…”

On the count of three, their eyes flew open, scanning the first sentence.

“Oh my god, Natalie, you got into Columbia.”

“I got in,” she repeated, her stomach churning.

They flung their arms around her, squeezing tightly, mumbling about how proud they were of her.

“What do I do, Noni?”

Pulling away, they held her at arm’s lengths away, studying her beautiful face. “You have to do what’s best for you.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, tucking her head under their chin and yawning. “Can I come to bed with you and we can talk in the morning?”

She hadn’t slept in their bed since she was a little kid, but the scared look on her face made her look so young that Gia couldn’t say no, even if they’d be crammed with 4 people in the bed.

“Of course, baby girl. I love you,” they said, kissing the crown of her head, “I’m so proud of you and I know dada and daddy will be too.”

[genshoomf]

answered all on twitter so cross-posting here 💖

1. non-alcoholic i feel like he is unironically a #waterguy but also fucks with sprite/dr pepper. alcoholic i am not very versed in but i think hes a big tequila enjoyer Or a psycho that regularly drinks zombies

2. sweet!!! he has a big sweet tooth, especially for fruit flavors

3. he fucks hard w any kind of authentic soft shell taco situation, probably like tacos al pastor…. its about the pineapple.

4. BREAKFAST 💪 hes always on that breakfast grind, tho he is very much a snacker esp on training days to keep up w the mental strain of his TK

5. i cant see him being a Huge fish guy which is funny being from LA but hes also not picky, overly salty stuff is the most Blegh to him

6. he has a pretty good spice tolerance for a white guy!! but i think if something was too hot but good enough he'd thug it out anyway

7. probably some kind of ocean critter since he loves the water so much. perhaps sea turtles i think he feels a spiritual connection with crush from finding nemo

8. just boxers unless its VERY cold and then he will begrudgingly wear sweats/pj pants also

9. when solo usually side or between side/belly sleeping, and with his bf hes on the big spoon grind 100%

10. morning person!! byproduct of when he was contracted and on a strict training regimen i think but also he just naturally wakes up and gets started quite early

11. fairly easy to wake up, not enough that quiet noises would do it but someone nudging him gets him awake pretty quick

12. ohhh.. depends on what the base schedule is like for the day! but usually either training w nolan & the squad or studying or lounging around with his bf

13. lighter summery scents probably. stuff like coconut or citrus!

14. he doesnt use cologne often just bc well. doesnt have any reason to after he stopped being a celebrity but he is a tom ford azure lime user most of the time

15. showers always 💪

16. abysmal LOL his parents/mom always cooked for him growing up and then he just ate a lot of vought sponsored food and by the time he was an adult and living 'alone' he was contracted and had staff to cook for him. he knows how to make protein shakes

17. SUMMERRRRR its his birthday season AND he just has so many good memories of summer surfing as a kid once the weather is consistently nice out he Needs to be at a beach

18. actually tough bc he didnt have much family to celebrate with growing up so. half-hearted christmas ig?

19. he makes and gives gifts rly frequently! usually little metal trinkets or useful tools with his abilities, almost everyone hes friends with has gotten the 'hey i made this for you :)'

20. hes 6'2"! he likes his height just fine, good for swimming but made surfing more of a challenge when he got tall after his growth spurts but still he persevered

21. none :( i think he's always wanted to learn guitar but just never had the time to actually have hobbies

22. yeas! not trained at all but he sang a lot w his mama growing up so hes just very comfortable with his voice

23. only sometimes, usually when hes deep in the zone while studying he'll kinda mumble to himself without realizing as a way to talk problems out w himself

24. YES!!! hes a HUGE 70s/80s music enjoyer bc it was how he and his mom bonded. she brought him up on artists like fleetwood mac, rhcp, phil collins, tears for fears, abba etc so its what he loves. he loves the soft rock/pop-rock genres a lot w the occasional dip into 90s hiphop

25. decently yeah! hes friendly and very social but hes also a poor judge of character so debatable that he makes friends with people who are good for him. supe socialization and culture makes it harder for him to be vulnerable and friendly with ppl he feels in competition with

26. very surprised and immediately pretty emotional he is, at heart, a sensitive cancer boy so hed be really happy that ppl went to the effort for him!

27. hes actually very familiar with many flowers bc his last ex was a supe with plant manipulation abilities! his fav is probably parrot's beak but he also likes most lilies, crown imperials, blue poppies, bird of paradise etc - bright and interesting flowers

28. very positive LOL as a supe whos primary ability is metal manipulation hes almost always wearing jewelry to have 'material' on him, namely rings and a few necklaces. he also just likes jewelry in general and its something he gifts a lot too, he thinks more men should wear it

29. after his dad left when he was ~10 his mom didnt want to wear her wedding ring anymore so jason took it and has worn it in some form ever since. it was also the first thing he ever manipulated as a kid when his abilities manifested so it means a lot to him to always wear

30. fashion forward but also depends who you ask. he is very influenced by 70s/80s + y2k fashion so he dresses well in that sense but it also does make him stick out a fair bit

31. boxers usually but also has been known to fuck with a boxer briefs situation

32. he does not but he has had tv make up done before for interviews and his movies!

33. also does not but hes probably let girlfriends paint his nails before in the past just for funsies

34. he keeps his hair fairly long by mens standards and even when he does get it cut its just a trim, he likes his hair too much to get rid of it

35. hadnt thought about it but deciding live: yes

36. probably had a girlfriend teach him so he could do her hair before so yes! proficient at braiding

37. not necessarily scared of it but he doesnt enjoy lightning, its something he has to be careful abt while flying since hes always wearing metal + hes naturally weak to it

38. nah LOL even if he isnt indestructible like some supes hes still very durable and hard to take down, he was contracted for a reason and one of them being bc hes tough!

39. he has an enhanced immune system and is completely resistant to 99% of viruses so hes never been sick 🫶

40. totally ok with blood he has killed before

41. he used to be contracted by LA as long beach's supe so he was paid EXTREMELY well as young as 20, and after that he made more on sponsorships, his own movies, branded stuff etc. he still makes passive income off of it even now

42. he's very happy being with konni. he loved being contracted but after realizing how deeply vought was using him he can't see being A Superhero the same anymore. as sweet as he is, being proactive with konni in destabilizing vought is extremely fulfilling to him, he loves it

43. very creative in the sense that hes excellent at creating 3D objects just from imagination! he has a good sense of aesthetics and color etc

44. hes probably alright at sketching loosely but hes not really a fan of 2D mediums. if he draws smth its to get ideas on what to build

45. honestly not much around base besides his phone, anything else he'd need he can either make himself w nearby metal. even when Out he only brings along his wallet too

46. yes!!!! his particular poison is anything orange flavored - suckers, hard candy, gummies etc

47. he aint picky but leaning towards fast foods or street food for sure

48. hes an incredible swimmer! used to do it a lot more when he was younger in tandem w surfing but he stuck with swim more bc it was more accessible. he gets mopey when he hasnt been swimming in a while

49. his healing factor is quick enough that he doesnt scar so hes skin is #flawless

50. his handwriting is pretty neat i think? he takes a lot of notes while studying and writes out info abt his alloys v frequently so its very legible, probably pretty cute! on the loopy side

[dzpenumbra]

8/17/23

I'm fucking exhausted so I'm going to try to keep this short.

My upstairs neighbor was thumping around every 10 minutes until 4 AM last night. I actually got to bed at a reasonable time and my bed was literally shaking. I have no fucking clue what they were doing, it was just like one or two thumps at a time so it wasn't even walking around but it was loud, like... sounded like someone was moving furniture. Steadily from midnight until 4. It might've continued past then, that's when I managed to fall asleep. I was fucking livid. But more just like... in physical shock from being jolted awake that many times in a row.

I still sleep with my staff in my bed. It makes me feel safe. You have no idea how tempting it is to take that thing and just bang on the ceiling (their floorboards) really loud. But honestly, I don't want confrontation, I don't want hostility, I don't want a war. I just want peace. In all senses of the word.

My back was hurting a bit this morning. I think it's because of sitting and doing art for hours on end. Speaking of... I just finished the celtic knot on my pants. The right leg one, at least... Just in time, the pants are getting mighty stinky since I've been wearing them skating for multi-hour sessions three consecutive days in a row, where I ended up pouring sweat. My plan is to wait until tomorrow night to give the paint time to dry, heat set the paint with an iron, then... maybe hand-wash them? Maybe just run them in the washing machine with other clothes? I don't know. I'm scared to put them in the wash, I haven't done that yet with this paint. I'm sure it'll be okay, but... I mean... I just sank over 6 hours into these pants this week. It'd be frustrating to lose it all immediately. But that's a problem for another day.

I did yoga focusing on my back, because my back was aching. It helped a lot. I ate breakfast, played some Elden Ring, then decided to go skating. Before I went... I sent a message to the Assistant Manager of the building. She's the woman who has been very friendly and kinda flirty with me. I wrote her about the neighbor. I fucking just finally got over it and did it, just like trying a new skate trick. I just wrote up what was going on - that I'm new to apartment living so I don't know how to handle this, how this wasn't a problem at all during the winter, how it only really happens a few days a week, and how last night was so loud and constant that I was genuinely concerned someone might've been having a medical emergency or something. It was deeply unsettling. I didn't put in any part about PTSD or anything, which is good progress for my fawning response. In fact, I didn't really feel any anxiety about writing that email, which was good. So I kinda just asked her... how the building usually handles things like this, whether I should go up and... guess(?) what apartment is above me? Should I leave a note? Does the apartment help mediate things like this since they have a "quiet living" clause in the lease, kinda similar to "quiet hours" in a college dorm? I figured the best way to figure this out once and for all was just to fucking ask. And I decided to ask the chick that I think has a thing for me rather than the head Manager, because... I don't want the Manager to feel like I'm wasting her time with a noise complaint. And I want the Assistant Manager to feel like I value her opinion, something Assistants don't often feel. We'll see how it turns out.

It's been a long time since I've done the whole "fire and forget" method with emails. I've gotten in that habit with this journal really well, but writing directly to someone is just a different animal.

Skating was good today. There was just one other person at the park. It had been raining through the night and a bit of the day, so the park was pretty wet... but I was able to work on some stuff. I tried ollie-to-manual on the A-frame box and got it one time. The other guy landed switch flip and switch front shove, which was very impressive. We both exchanged knowing smiles and cheers of encouragement, despite both of us having headphones in. It was a really nice vibe of kinship. Like... there wasn't pressure to talk or interact even though we were the only ones there. And we still interacted.

There is really nothing like the smile on someone's face when they land a trick they've been battling. Good lord. It's very similar to beating a boss in Elden Ring for the first time. I fucking love that about skating. It does get sweaty sometimes and people do like to compare and play skate and compete against each other and shit. And to each their own. But man, I love that people can really just get out of their own experience, and watch someone land their first boardslide after battling it for like an hour, and cheer as though someone just did something insane. Because they know how big every accomplishment is. And I love being someone at the park who helps project my warm emotions to help amplify their experience of accomplishment. To celebrate with them. You can say all day that kinship is about pushing people to go further, shit like that... I prefer the act of sharing in celebration of their accomplishments. Even just showing up to the damn park is an accomplishment worth celebrating.

That said, I was a bit shy today. Not with the ollie-to-manual or trying to boardslide the parking blocks again... but with the shove it. My shove its look infantile, and I'm very aware of it. And yeah, that's me comparing. In time, I'll get over that. I am where I am. Once the other guy left, with a smile and a wave, I started working on shove its. I had the whole park to myself. And... the fear was back. I couldn't make myself jump forward. It's so silly! Like... okay, this is how fucking irrational the fear is.

My fear is that I'm going to land too far on the back of the board and slip out backwards. Or... my balance won't be right and the board will go shooting out forward and I Looney Tunes my feet out from under me and fall flat on my back or smack my head. That's my fear. It's like a stereotypical banana peel fear. Now... here's the physics of a shove it. I pop the board with my back foot and scoop the tail backwards so that the board rotates horizontally 180 degrees, I hop and land back on the board over the truck bolts (ideally). Here are the physics of ollie-to-manual. I pop the board straight up, land with most of my weight on my back foot, riding on the back two wheels, and hold the board in manual until I get to the end of the box, then gently pop off. Which one of those two sounds like it's going to put me on my back? Yeah, seriously, the manual is so much more likely to toss me on my ass in exactly the way I'm fearing the shove it. But... I'm not scared of the ollie-to-manual that way at all. Figure that shit out.

It took a few tries but I got there. I landed quite a few shove its, over 10. I tried to do them moving faster and faster. Carrying speed with tricks is the real test. You can shove it on flat all day, but that doesn't mean you can land it moving or land it off something. And yeah, it was spooky, but I made progress and landed a bunch.

Ugh, a mosquito got into my apartment and bit my arm, it's all itchy now. :( We really got a bumper crop of bugs this year, all the rain and flooding and shit, it's been an absolute nightmare. When I rode home I was really glad I brought my sunglasses, because I rode through several clouds of swarming bugs and they just like... pelted off my face. It was gnarly. Some women out walking their dogs stopped me and asked me about the bugs after, I looked back and saw the gigantic cloud of them I just rode through, that I was completely unaware of because the light wasn't illuminating them from the direction I was going. It's nice to just... have normal human conversations with people. And nice to be treated as a human and a peer by neighbors. Skaters have gotten a lot of prejudice over the years, but this woman seemed totally fine talking to a guy wearing all black with a metal band t-shirt riding a skateboard with aviators on. And it was much appreciated. But I was wiped and headed out.

Yeah, so that was my day. Didn't land any new tricks, but I'll say this much... if I get my boneless 360 back, and learn how to consistently shove it? I will be at my best skating ability ever. I will have eclipsed my ability in my prime, in college. That's such a crazy thought. 10 years off the board, and I'm already getting better than I was back then. Because now? I have new tactics. I don't just avoid tricks that are scary. I have developed an override switch for scary tricks that I didn't have back then. I would just say "I can't do that", and just do different tricks. Now? Now I try.

The fucking neighbor stomped again. ... -_- I sent the email at like 5PM so I didn't expect a response today, but like... Okay, let me just explain my thoughts here. Say I apply for the teaching job. Say I get the teaching job, and I have to teach a class at 10AM 2 days a week. I really need my sleep schedule to sync with that, I need to be up at... I'd say around 8 or 9? So I can do yoga and shower and eat before class. So... for 8 hours of sleep, I need to be in bed at 12. It's fucking 1:45 right now and asshat upstairs sounds like Jack Torrance slamming the fucking tennis ball against the wall. I will not be able to sleep like that. And when I don't get sleep, my mental health immediately goes to shit. I get super anxious, I get depressed, I get irritable, and my trauma responses are like a hair trigger. It is the primary reason why this summer has been so difficult. So... if I get that job... I better be able to protect my sleep. Because if I get that job, it's gonna be hard enough just getting to sleep normally with how anxious I'll be, how scary it's going to be, and how intense it's going to be for my mental health to be the focal point of an entire classroom... Doing that on half a night's sleep? I'm genuinely afraid I'm just going to just straight up have a panic attack and have to excuse myself. Or just fucking lose the job.

Yeah, maybe I'm paranoid. But I think it's important to calculate that. And this is a known variable, lack of sleep clearly amplifies the fuck out of my anxiety, panic and trauma responses. I just don't need it. And for what? So some asshole in the apartment above me can stomp around at 2-4 AM as though they live in a barn or some shit? I put in the email that I didn't think this was malicious, and I mean that shit. I think these people are fucking stupid. I think they're oblivious and stupid. It just does not occur to them at all that they live in proximity to other people. Like a fucking object permanence thing. Like the second other people disappear out of their sight, their neighbors just don't exist. They live on the top floor of a 3 story building. And they wear shoes inside. And they do not walk with care at 2AM. Which is so fucking foreign to me.

But yeah, this shit needs to stop. If it was a weekend, I'd give a bit more leeway, but this shit happened on a motherfucking Tuesday and Wednesday night. Give me a fucking break, man. Bro is stomping around at 4AM on a Wednesday morning directly above someone's bedroom. At this hour? I fucking tiptoe around my apartment. And I'm always either barefoot or in socks, at all times.

They say "were you raised in a barn", but honestly? I have never in my life heard as much fucking domestic noise as I have apartment buildings in urban areas. People just straight up let their front doors slam behind them. Regularly. It's fucking mind-blowing. Not only is it loud as fuck and super inconsiderate of your neighbors, it's really not good for the doorframe, and that shit doesn't belong to you! Shit is so fucking strange to me, like creatures raised on another planet. But hell, maybe I am the weird one. All polite and mindful and quiet and shit.

Alright, I've got to get to bed. Fingers crossed this week's grocery guy isn't as bad as last week's, good lord...

[gayerthanevertbh]

Illicit Affairs - Part 2

A/N: oh my god i am so sorry for not updating, i’ve been lazy and busy but this part is a little short? i think lol but i still hope you enjoy!

Summary: You and she both agreed that it was just a whole “Friends with Benefits” some type of thing until you fall for her. You fall so deep that it hurts you to see her being in love with someone else.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut; pet names; that’s all?

Word Count: 2.76 k

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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It’s officially been two weeks since the last time you saw or even talked to Natasha – for two reasons. One, your feelings increase more than it shouldn’t. Second, she was extremely busy due to an emergency at the Avengers or some sort.

The woman liked it whenever you’re clingy, so that means she expects a message every day from you; until you actually don’t message her. You were reading your book at night in your bed until you hear the vibration of your phone on the nightstand.

Groaning, you grabbed the electronic device and saw 5 messages from the woman. I love playing this type of game.

Natasha: I hate it when you don’t text back.

Natasha: Are you busy?

Natasha: I know I’ve been very busy, kotenok. But, I appreciate a single message from you.

Natasha: send me a voice message?

Natasha: Getting impatient.

You giggled and find it adorable when she’s the one who is the clingiest of the both of you. Sighing out of laughter, you placed your phone back on the nightstand and continued reading your book.

You’re reading this book called Normal People and it kind of defines your relationship with Natasha – somehow. It was just all about sex, nothing more than that. Although you are loath to think that she’s using you for it, you don’t think so anyway.

Feeling tired, you decided to put your book away, and time to go to bed, excited for more messages that Natasha will send to you.

The moment you rise from your sleep, you immediately grab your phone to check the messages that your friend has sent you. To your surprise, it was a lot.

Natasha: I’ve been very horny for you.

Natasha: I know you’re awake, message me right now or you’ll regret it.

Natasha: That’s it, I’m calling you.

*missed 4 calls from Natasha*

You typed your fingers on the device and replied:

You: heyy:( sorry, i just woke up and i’ve also been reading for the whole night. X

Natasha: Kotenok, you should get better at replying to me. You know I hate it when you disobey.

She knows what she’s doing. You thought to yourself and sent a picture of you in bed, your comforter shielding your body away in the picture.

Not even 30 seconds later she replied:

Natasha: Teasing me, princess? Send me your titties I want to see them.

You: Demanding much? No, I have to go to work.

Natasha: Absolutely not, darling. You’re mine for the whole day. Go look at your front door.

“What?” You wondered to yourself and got onto your feet, rushing towards the front door quietly – so that Kate wouldn’t wake up, and opened it. Your eyes widen at the woman who has been standing outside for god knows how long.

“Hi, detka,” She smiles politely and kisses your forehead with gentleness in it. You felt your heart and stomach fluttering at the gesture. “Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did,” You added while you got comfortable on her chest. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Not too long, I just wanted to surprise you that’s–”

“So are you two together?” Kate, I love you, but you’re ruining the moment. You turn your head and your attention span was on your friend.

“Uh–”

“No,” Natasha interjected with quietness in her tone. “We–We aren’t together. Y/N is a special friend.”

Kate squints her eyes seemingly and gives an “ah” sound, her eyes averted back to you and slowly smirks. You feel Natasha’s hand linger on your waist and pull you dangerously close to her.

“I made mac n’ cheese,” Kate says awkwardly while bringing her fingers on the back of her neck. “Poor Natasha, Y/N hasn’t let her in. Go on roomie, your guest must be itching to go inside of our humble abode.”

Chuckling, you brought Natasha inside of your cozy home with your hand intertwined with hers – feeling the gush of excitement firing to your loins. You sat beside her on a small circular dining table as Kate brought two small ceramic bowls of mac n’ cheese, the sight of the smoke filling the air.

“This looks good,” You added while munching on the food with your mouth boiling, making you blow out the hot air from your lips. Natasha giggled from the sight. Can this woman stop giving me butterflies in my stomach?

After a quick breakfast at your house, Natasha brings you back to her little apartment at Manhattan Square, feeling energetic or some sort. You’ve lost count of how many times she has brought you to the same apartment she lives in, and you wonder how it still feels like the first time going in.

Her apartment was small but very spacious. There was a single long white couch and across from it was just a normal screen TV that was on the wall – not big and not too small. Alongside that, there was a small dining table that has two chairs only across from each other. You think of how lonely her apartment was, it was like seeing a dead person’s house.

You were so out of your mind that you feel Natasha’s lips grazing against your naked neck, nipping at the skin gently as possible – making you let out a strangled moan that she always loves to hear over and over again.

“God, I’ve missed you,” She dangerously whispered at the back of your ear and firmly grabbed your hips to pull her against you, your buttocks were pressed against her pelvis tightly.

“Natty,” You breathed out – earning a hum from your friend.

“My little kotenok, always so desperate for me,” Her hands were now on both of your breasts and gives them a tight squeeze. “I can’t stop thinking about these naughty thoughts, you’re just so fucking pretty whenever you’re all submissive for me. It’s pathetic.”

Dirty talking was nothing new for Natasha, she was gladly an expert through it. She loves saying those nasty things that could keep you up all night and you loved every bit of it, if not, addicted to it. You feel her hips begin to roll against your body and softly push you on the couch, your front falling on the cushions.

Her lips possessively attack your back, your clothes and panties were already discarded from her hands that seemed to not get off you. She roughly palms both of your cheeks and slaps the other side with a loud smack!

“Oh, god!” You yelped in pleasure.

“Do you want to disrespect me again, little one?”

Smack!

“No,” You whispered while you feel your left cheek very warm. “I won’t disrespect you anymore. I’ll be such a good girl, I promise, Natty!”

She smirked, appreciating the sight behold her twinkling green eyes as she kneads onto your ass softly but aggressively; the possessiveness taking over her.

She takes off her tight pants along with her black lacey underwear, and your whole bottom was in between her legs. Is she going to hump me?

“I want you to stay quiet or else I’ll stop,” She threatened while kissing your neck softly, letting out a moan. “And stay still. Mommy will take good care of you.”

She thrusts into your ass with a loud guttural moan that made you even more aroused than ever. You hold onto the cushions tightly, your knuckles are turning white from the pressure as she leans her front closer to you, her head in your neck as you feel her pant against your skin.

“Such a good fucking girl, huh? Do you love it when mommy takes you like this, you little slut?”

You just nodded, you were too stunned to speak. And if you did, you’ll get another smack from your friend which you don’t complain but you love it when she grinds down onto you like some maniac in heat.

“Be a good girl and come for me, come on,” She begged while her hips are thrusting on you quicker than before. Her fingers are digging down onto your pussy. “You are so hot, come for me.”

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“When’s your next mission?” You asked timidly while playing with the strand of her hair, looking at her green eyes that shined through the light outside of her room.

“In a month, I’m assuming,” She replies with a small smile on her gorgeous face. She’s so beautiful and I’m just nothing to her. “We can go have dinner tomorrow? I’m not free today, Wanda is inviting me to the building.”

Your heart fell as you heard the woman’s name that came out from her lips. It’s not that you despise the Witch, in fact – you damn wished that it should be you other than her because what can you not give that she gives to Natasha? Your body and friendship is the only thing that Natasha wants from you.

Not you, not your love, nothing romantically.

And it fucking hurts like a bitch.

“Oh,” You said flatly while sighing. “Have fun, I guess.”

She felt your disheartened reply and shakes you a little until your eyes went back to hers. “That wasn’t a nice response, are you okay?”

“Y–Yeah!” You said with a nervous reply, suddenly feeling your back with sweat. You’re literally the dumbest person ever, Y/N. “Sorry, I was very dozed off. Of course, I understand, tell me all about it once you come home later.”

“Okay,” She said, convincing herself that there was nothing wrong, and kissed your hair tenderly with her soft lips. “You know, we should go out sometime. As friends, of course.”

You just feel like your soul has just left your body whenever she keeps bringing up her friendship with you. This is what you hate most about yourself, you’re falling for someone who you could never have. Natasha sees you as this person in the most platonic way but your eyes speak with feelings. Undeniable feelings for her – and it’s ridiculous how she can’t see that, she’s a spy.

“Why not,” You whispered and kiss her chest and earned a satisfied hum from Natasha, who’s holding you tightly from her embrace.

“I love you, Y/N. You are definitely my favorite person than everyone else.”

I wish I was yours completely.

You are currently back home after a quick hang out with Natasha – who wouldn’t shut up about Wanda – and you finally thank the heavens that you’re in bed at peace, until Kate fucking Bishop bursts into your room like some kind of psycho.

“Your hickeys are so obvious, please cover them up!” You laughed audibly and watch your friend flop on the mattress beside you, feeling it dip. Kate lifts her head up and uses her elbow as her leverage on the bed, looking at you with her signature squinted eyes.

“So, what happened there?”

You laughed again, “What do you mean?”

“With Natasha you dumb fuck.”

“Oh,” You tilt your head a little and tap your chin with the tip of your finger. Sighing, you replied: “We had sex.”

“And?”

“And that’s all,” You said, lifting your eyebrows in confusion. “What else is there?”

Kate laughs at how confused you were that she almost fell off the bed. My god why am I friends with her. “You did not seduce her?”

“I mean–”

“If you really like the woman you should! Do you love her?”

You didn’t hesitate to answer that question. “Yes, I do, frankly.”

“Then seduce her,” She tells you while sitting up on the mattress, making yourself be in the same position as her. “Send her like a nude pic, tease her. Oh and also, flirt with everyone, especially when it's someone specific.”

You felt awfully dumb because this has never crossed your mind once, ONCE. And here’s Kate being more of a smartass than you, it makes you cringe to yourself but she was right. If you love someone, you have to get them to love you back. It feels too childish, but you like it. You like childish shit.

I hate myself but whatever.

“You have a point,” You sighed and hold your ankles with both of your hands. “I don’t take nudes… I’ll try though, plus I don’t think she’ll appreciate that.”

Kate snickered, “Um, I think she would. Have you seen the way she looks at you? It’s so lustful and devouring… I don’t know, it looks like she’s looking at you the same way you look at her.

You tilt your head once again and furrow your eyebrows. She was looking at you in a different way? You were quite taken back by her comment that you almost lost your balance.

“Really?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Kate said in an obvious matter, waving her hands in the air. “You’re just so blind, so I do think she’ll like that. And I promise you by the end of the day, you’re hers.”

What if it doesn’t work? What if she still doesn’t want you? Of course, you want to do it naturally because it’s healthier that way so you decide not to seduce her that much. If she wants you, she’ll find her way to want you. But you need to get the span of her attention of course.

“You’re quite smart.” You remarked while playing with your nails, a bad habit.

“I know.”

You and Kate hung out for the rest of the night, talking about how it was going to be planned, and watched a movie that didn’t make sense to the both of you.

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At 2 in the morning, you were in deep sleep that you didn’t hear your phone buzzing on your nightstand. You woke up groggily and grabbed your phone, the light making your eyes squint.

You see one message from Natasha and your heart suddenly felt warm.

Natasha: Has anyone told you that you’re the prettiest girl in the world? You should hear that every day and every minute, you deserve it.

Quickly, you typed on your phone and hit send:

You: are you drunk texting?

Natasha: Of course not, my darling. I meant every word I said, kotenok.

Your thoughts wandered if Natasha did like you, just a tiny bit, but you hated being the idealistic person you are. Although we don’t lose faith, right? Your quiet laugh died down until you felt your phone buzzing again, making you more awake.

Natasha: I had sex with Wanda.

Oh.

You clenched your throat and feel your eyes begin to water as you placed your phone back onto the nightstand, your body suddenly feeling heavy from what she has said. You never thought that this was a very painful feeling, especially from a woman who never feels for you the way you do. You let out a very quiet sob, rethinking the words she has typed out. I had sex with Wanda. I had sex with Wanda. I had sex with Wanda.

You’re a total loser for being so incredibly in love with Natasha. It’s like this one scenario when there’s a popular person in school and you’re that nerdy loser who’s in love with the popular girl or something. It’s pretty cliche, not going to lie, but you’re in that position in life right now.

Falling in love was so different because it was just only you who was playing the game, she was never in it. So, in general, that’s technically your fault – not hers. But, how can you not fall in love with a person who treated you like a person?

The next morning, you never bothered opening your phone. You just kept going on your day as if nothing happened. Kate noticed how quiet you were throughout the morning and didn’t talk to you much, considering you probably need to be alone. It was a cool morning, the coldness hits on your skin perfectly well as you took a walk outside of your house, getting your mind completely off Natasha. You see two to three people alongside you, watching a couple having their arms wrapped around each other that makes you want to gag.

Going to your local coffee shop, you can’t believe who you just saw.

Wanda and Natasha, on the line, hand in hand.

This day could get any worse.

[tessatales]

Touch Starved ✨Steve✨

Steve x F!reader

Warnings: SadBoi Steve, Touch starved (obviously)

Theme: Touch starved (duh), Steve is to old fashioned for his own good these days

A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoy this one!

*Your POV*

The knock was so soft you thought you’d imagined it.

You sat up in bed, stretching to turn on the bedside lamp as you became more aware of your surroundings. When the knock came again, you knew you hadn’t dreamt it. With a yawn, you slipped out of bed, clocking the time at 4:30am as you went to your door.

‘Hello?’ You said through the closed door, confused who’d be knocking on your bedroom door at this time.

‘Y/N?’ Steve said, his voice quiet and muffled through the thin door.

You felt your shoulders relax. No matter how secure the avengers tower may be, you could never quite silence the instincts you’d spend year surviving on. Opening the door, the face that greeted you was familiar yet foreign. Steve’s face was in shadow, but you could still see the dark circles under his eyes and the drawn in lines of his face.

He was having a rough night.

‘Did I wake you?’ Steve said, his voice hushed. You shrug.

‘I don’t tend to be awake at 4:30 in the morning, but clearly I am needed therefore sleep can wait’ You say, giving Steve a small smile. Steve returned it, barely.

‘I’m sorry, should I leave?’ Steve said, turning away in the direction of his rooms. You reach for his arm.

‘No, come in’ you say quickly, ushering the first Avenger into your room. The curve of his shoulders told a story- and it wasn’t a happy one.

‘Nightmares?’ You ask, following Steve as he perched himself on the end of your bed. He nodded.

‘Get comfy. I’ll get the weighted blanket’ You say wondering off towards your wardrobe.

‘No’ Steve said, his voice gruff. You stopped, turning towards the man currently sat on your bed.

When you first came to the Tower; you’d slept daily with a weighted blanket. The constant pressure the only think keeping your nightmares and trauma in check.

So one morning, months after moving into the compound, Steve had come to your room. His chipper morning attitude as annoying now as it was then. When he’d come in to wake you, he’d tugged your blankets away…

*Flashback*

‘Morning sleepy head’ Steve said, a grin on his face.

‘Go away’ you mumbled under the layers of fabric surrounding you.

‘I’d love to; but you asked me to wake up and train, so here I am’ Steve replied, striding towards your bed and tugging at the top blanket.

‘Whoa, this this made from? Cement powder?’ Steve asked with a laugh. You groaned.

‘It’s a weighted blanket. It keeps my body pressurised so it doesn’t go into panic mode when I sleep.’ You replied, sitting up and stretching as you did.

‘Huh’ Steve replied; his brow creased.

*Flashback Ends*

After that day, Steve had asked more and more questions about the blanket, until finally he’d admitted he’d sometimes have nightmares. Nightmares so bad he’d wake up bleeding from the cuts his nails had created in the palms of his hands.

Being born when he was, Steve still held a lot of negativity towards things that would make him seem ‘weak’, so he’d refused for you to buy him his own. A silent deal had been struck since then. If Steve ever needed the blanket, he was welcome to it. So to have him say no was unusual to say the least.

‘Huh?’

‘I’ve been reading’ Steve said, clenching and unclenching his hands as he struggled to speak.

‘I think I may be something called touch starved.’ Steve said, he words sounding more and more unsure as he said them.

‘Okay’ you reply, confused. You’d suspected this for a while, but with Steve being the way he was, you’d assumed offering a hug would be to personal for him.

‘I- I was wondering if you could help me.’ Steve said, his face showing the embarrassment he was feeling even in the dim light.

‘Okay’ You whispered.

*Steve POV*

Steve moved to sit further into Y/N’s bed, willing himself to ether commit to what he was about to do or give in to his doubt now and run from the room.

Y/N stared at him, her confusion apparent on her dimly lit face.

‘Will you be willing…’ Steve started, his heart thumping in his chest wildly.

‘Will you be willing to lie on me?’ Steve finished, his hand clenching at his side.

Silence.

He knew he was overstepping before he’d even knocked on her door. Y/N had been willing to do so much for him, keep his nightmares a secret, overlook his weakness, but this was personal, and it was a boundary he shouldn’t of tried to cross.

He was about to bolt, the excuse on the tip of his tongue as he heard Y/N’s soft ‘yes’

‘What?’ Steve said, startled.

‘I said yes.’ Y/N said, stepping closer. She moved until she was sat beside him on the bed. Her legs tucked neatly underneath herself.

‘What would you like me to do?’ Y/N asked, her voice uncertain. Steve stalled. He never thought he’d be here. Never mind thought what he’d need from her next.

‘You know how Natasha and Clint will lay on each other during movie nights?’ Steve said, stumbling over his words. Y/N nodded, understanding in her eyes.

Silently, Steve sat back, laying himself down until he could smell the softener that coated Y/N’s pillow. Once comfortable, Steve watched with mixed emotions as Y/N lay herself across him. Every contact point a like fire in Steve’s veins.

It felt amazing.

The constant pressure the blanket had given had always helped, but this pressure, the pressure of someone living and breathing on top of him was perfect. For a moment, every broken piece of Steve seemed to heal simultaneously.

Steve couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this - normal.

‘It’s this okay? I’m not jabbing you anywhere am I?’ Y/N whispered, her voice vibrating through this chest.

‘No, no. Your fine. This…’ Steve began, unsure how to express how he felt. Y/N hummed.

‘Feels… completing?’ Y/N said, her voice almost peaceful. Steve exhaled.

‘Yeah’ He replied, glad he didn’t have to explain himself.

‘Maybe we were both a little touch starved’ Y/N said, earning a small squeeze in reply.

Beats of silence passed between them, the only indication Y/N had fallen asleep being the soft, even breathing Steve could hear in the silent room.

It didn’t take long for Steve to follow suit, feeling nothing but calm as he drifted off into the first dreamless sleep he’d had in weeks.

*Your POV*

That night had been the first time you’d slept without your blanket. The realisation was startling yet relieving.

After that, you and Steve had continued to use the blanket, but it wasn’t the emotional crutch it had used to be. Finally.

[fablesofkitkat]

I just finished rereading all sero povs for the 10000000th time and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA plz do U have more in store? Can’t help being greedy you povs are REALLY good

Intermission A: with Sero (one-word prompts)

alt title: I (don’t) remember you pt.11

CLICK HERE FOR PART ONE

genre: fluff

I get a feeling every time I go to bed. Are you thinking about me or is it all just in my head?

-mxmtoon

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Lock

You are stuck in a stare down with your boyfriend Hanta for Kami-sama knows how many minutes it has been. Probably just a minute, really. Yet, it feels so much longer. You bite your lip subconsciously, it’s a habit you do to keep yourself from smiling, and the feeling of your teeth and the focus of not using too much pressure is enough distraction to keep your lips from curling upward—

Hanta’s almond shaped eyes flicked down.

Note to self: stare downs with Hanta leads to lip locking.

2. Paper

He throws a crumpled paper at you.

“Hanta.” You give him a warning look.

“What?”

You raised an eyebrow in exasperation. “Stop throwing papers at me.”

The silence resumed, save for your ballpoint pen noises streaking across your notebook. Finals is approaching fast and you procrastinated for months that before you knew it, there’s only a week before the exams. You don’t really care about getting high marks but you sure didn’t want to enter the classroom with a blank head on the exam day.

You hear a rising and falling tone (in local irregularities) of a peeling sound. Sure enough when you raise your head, you see Hanta pulling the tape from his elbows for the heck of it. He feels your stare and gives you a grin.

“Seriously?”

“I was bored.”

You know it was a miniscule thing but now you’re annoyed, “Hanta, you’re being annoying.”

“What?”

“I’m trying to study and you’re not helping. Stop it.”

He gives you an apologetic look. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, just…” The feeling of being annoyed is gone. Hanta doesn’t even know how much power he holds over you. You feel guilty for snapping at him and you understand why he’s here at the library with you even though he has zero plans to study. “Sit beside me. Quiz me right after I finish this chapter.” You watch him go around the table and sit beside you. You laced your fingers with his, “Gimme two hours, then we can go somewhere else, okay?”

He squeezed your hand. “Okay.”

3. Sunset

Rare is the view of sunset sky for you these past months. You watch Hanta sleep beside you. You realize that dating in high school involves a lot of nap times together. Earlier, he shared childhood stories like naps in the afternoon is a tradition called siesta. He used to hate it. The orange glow of the sunset washes over Hanta’s dorm room. He looks really handsome and the rush of affection hits as you watch him breathe. Almost like a physical thing. Like a heartburn. Your chest hurts. It overwhelms. You can’t help but bury yourself deeper in his arms and hug him tight.

4. Dream

“I don’t know how. I haven’t…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. Just relax and breathe.” Lip bite. Groans.

“Am I doing it, right?”

“Just a sec—kinda intense with you staring, cariño.” Muffled curses and moan.

Hums. “Hmm~”

You sit up wide awake, blinked a few times, and then lied back, face down on your pillow, and groaned. Lewd.

5. Twilight

Hanta laid back on his bed and covered his eyes with his arm when his phone rang which he answered in a heartbeat. “Hey.” He waited for you to turn on your camera but you were quiet.

“Can we just not have our cameras on?”

“Why?” He listened to your breathe.

“I don’t know. Please?”

He turned the camera off and pressed the phone to his ear. “So, what’s up?”

“I miss you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I wish you were here. Or that I was there.”

“You’d be here if you didn’t mind meeting my parents.”

You laughed and he realized you’re crying.

“Cariño. . .”

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything.”

He was quiet until, “I’ll be there soon.”

You sat up and wiped your nose on your sleeve. “But it’s 1 in the morning.”

“I’m there, just stay still. Tell me everything when I get there.”

6. Dawn

You tip toe away from the bed when a tape wraps around your waist which pulls you back into Hanta’s arms. He asks sleepily, “…where you going?”

“Just getting you breakfast.”

“… no, I hate it.”

“You’re not gonna remember this, are you?”

“..no, I remember you. Stay.”

So much for waking up early.

7. Knowledge

He rests his head on your shoulder as you and Hanta watch the movie on your phone.

“I’m sorry,” you say out of nowhere.

A few beats before he raises his hand, tapping his forefinger on your phone pausing the movie. “Why do you keep saying—why are you so negative about us? Is it so hard to see a future with me?”

“No. More like, it’s the opposite. It’s easy to see a future with you.”

“Then why the pessimistic comments?”

“I have this sort of belief that life gives me the opposite of what I expect, so if I act like I don’t expect us to last, then the opposite might come true.”

“Yeah, but when I said that we’re going as a couple on Aizawa-sensei’s wedding in the far future, and you snide with ‘maybe’ just made it seem like our whole relationship’s one sided.” He holds your hand over his knee. “And you come off as a jerk.”

“I don’t care.”

He squeezed your hand once. “But I care. You’re not a jerk. I don’t want others to think you’re a jerk.”

“I only care about your opinion.”

“Yeah, but you care about me. What if they say we’re a mismatch and you’ll start caring about their opinions and it’s gonna come back and bite our asses?”

“Oh.”

“What if my ma heard about it, and went and met you behind my back, and you’re left psychologically scarred?”

“…”

“And although I get where you’re coming from, when you say pessimistic things about our relationship, it hurts me.”

“I’m really sorry for being insensitive, and for being an idiot... are we gonna be okay?”

“Not until you recreate the Spiderman kiss with me.”

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AN: To ranrandomesss, I still owe you that comfort Sero pov. Don't worry, I didn't forget. I just haven't figured how to execute it.

To vanilacaramel, (deeply inhales) the things I do for you and your Sero needs. Oh, wait- it's not just you. You and all who give a damn with this series: I fed y'all today. Say your grace. Make me proud by not letting anyone ruin the rest of your day. Do me a favor and be extra cheerful and kind to yourself and everyone else who are good to you. Thanks for being brave enough to shoot this ask.

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