#hope she’s okay :( she always seems so frantic and stressed

[francisforever2014]

my professor just (at midnight) uploaded the readings that we were supposed to have done for class tomorrow (at 10am) oh she’s a MESS huh 😭

[barcaatthemoon]

love me tender || leah williamson x reader ||

leah helps you through some of your pain after you tear your acl.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead.

the ache in your leg was almost overwhelming. you had spent all day stuck in bed unable to move because of it. you knew that tearing your acl during camp was bad, but you had never expected the pain to be this bad. usually leah was there to get you medicine and take care of you, but it would be another hour and a half before she got back from practice.

all you wanted was some sort of distraction from the pain, but you were quickly running out of options. usually, you'd try to watch something, but you couldn't focus on anything. sleep was always good, if only you weren't in so much pain that you couldn't even begin to fall asleep.

after nearly an hour, you remembered what you had done for leah whenever she had a bad day when her acl had been torn. you knew that it'd be hard for you to cum in so much pain, but the pleasure was a nice distraction from everything going on with your body.

it was a slow start with your hands massaging the inside of your own thighs. you closed your eyes and tried to think of all the things that leah usually did to you. you let your fingers dance all across your own skin like hers did. all you wanted was leah, but you could only hope that she'd be back soon. and as much as you wanted her, you truly and deeply believed that she deserved some time away from you.

"fuck leah," you moaned as your fingers finally dipped down past your shorts. you were definitely teasing yourself as you stroked your fingers against yourself through your underwear. they'd be ruined if you continued like this for long, but you could always buy another pair or two later.

just as you were awkwardly shimmying out of your shorts and underwear, leah was entering the apartment. leah generally liked to announce her arrival, but since it was so quiet and you had been a bit down when she left, leah assumed that you were sleeping. she quietly tiptoed up the little set of stairs to your bedroom and pushed open the door.

your eyes were screwed shut as you pleasured yourself. leah's gaze was torn between your two hands. your left hand was grabbing at your breasts, alternating to give attention to both. your right hand was rubbing furiously at your clit as your hips moved up and down trying to chase after something that you knew was futile. even without the pain, you hadn't made yourself cum since you started regularly having sex with leah.

"oh my god," leah whispered in shock as she watched you. you had absolutely no clue that leah was there until you felt the dip in the bed as she moved to lay between your legs. "move your hand up and don't stop on my account, i want to help you. please."

"okay," you agreed. you moved your right hand up to tease your other breast. leah licked her lips as she took in the sight once more before she dove down between your legs. leah's tongue moved slowly against your clit, and the switch from your frantic rubbing made your head spin. "leah, oh my god. you feel so good."

"that's all i want to do. all i ever want to do is make you feel good love," leah told you. "do you want my fingers too?"

"no, i like this. this is good," you answered. leah hummed as she dipped her head down once again. the slow strides of her tongue helped to calm you down a bit. it was much easier not to think about your pain with leah pleasuring you instead of trying to do it yourself.

leah's hand moved to gently rub around your knee, seemingly soothing some of that pressure away as well. you began to feel the relaxation spread throughout your entire body at this. you were used to exciting and dramatic orgasms with leah, but the subtly of this one was welcome. too much thrashing around and muscle stress only would have hurt you further. leah seemed to know this, and backed away as soon as you showed signs of coming down.

"stay there, i'll be right back," leah ordered. she gave you a quick peck on the lips before she left you on the bed. you stayed there until she came back to wipe away the mess between your legs. she cleaned you up, but you could tell that she wasn't finished yet. you were given clean clothes, and by the time that you were finished dressing yourself, leah was back with an ice pack and some pain pills for your knee.

"all for me?" you tilted your head and smiled up at her. the sight of you made leah's chest feel warmer. you were visibly more relaxed than you had been when she left. that had been a point of contention that morning with leah insisting that she could reschedule her afternoon plans because of the pain in your knee. "you don't have to do all this."

"of course i do, and not just because your big sister scares me. i seem to remember you giving up almost everything to take care of me when i got hurt. i've never been great at this sort of thing, it kind of hurt my relationship with jordan, but i'm getting better. that's because of you, you've shown me how to be a proper homemaker," leah said. she tried to laugh and make it sound more casual than it was, but you could hear the little waiver in her voice.

"you didn't need help, you just needed to get over yourself first. don't worry though, i won't let any of the other girls know that you're so soft. i know that georgia and lucy wouldn't let you hear the end of it," you laughed. leah bit her lip as she looked away from you. still, you could see the rosy hue to her cheeks that wasn't usually there. "but if you want, you can go around telling them all that i made you a kept woman."

"maybe, but i doubt that would do anything for my reputation. keira already gives me shit for how whipped i am for you. i don't know how she knows about that though, do you have any idea (y/n)?"

"not a clue, maybe she just sees right through you," you muttered as you leaned in to kiss leah. leah scoffed, but still accepted the kiss graciously. "lee, baby, do you think that you could get me something to eat? chicken and noodles if we have any left in the fridge please."

"i'll be right back." leah left without even stopping to think, not even when she heard you chuckle as she made her way down the steps. leah knew that she was whipped, and it wouldn't have taken your weekly phone calls with keira for the midfielder to figure that one out. she had stayed with both you and leah the last time that she was in london before you'd officially moved in together, so she had seen firsthand the way leah was around you.

[reverieblondie]

Late Night Dip

Pairing: Rolan x Fem!Tav Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Fingering, Tail play, Teasing, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (Please wrap before you tap), G-whiz Position.

Summary: Cal and Lia are worried about their brother, he's just so stressed and needs a break! Good thing you have an idea that could help...

A/N: Rolan is hot, and I'm not going to apologize. I want to give him everything. More fics of my other favorite fictional men coming soon!

Word Count: 4,774

“Please, you have to get him out of that tower! You're the only one who he will listen to!” 

You almost spit out your drink from Cal’s comment and look at him bewildered, “Uh, You must be confused you're talking about Rolan? Mr. Know it all? The arch workaholic? He's not going to listen to me.” 

Lia leans against the bar dramatically, “Could you just give it a try, please? We have tried everything we could think of to get him to take some time off to destress but nothing has worked. We are hoping that because he has a soft spot for you he will listen to you.”

A scoff leaves you, “Rolan does not have a soft spot for me…” 

Lia and Cal share a quick look before Cal speaks up again. 

“Just one try, for his health. I swear every time I’m near him I can feel his tension radiate off him, take him out somewhere so he can unwind, and if he rejects you I will buy your drinks for two weeks.” 

Closing your eyes you consider the chore. Seeing Rolan isn’t a bad thing you love getting any excuse to see that handsome face. Though pulling him from his work would not be an easy feat, but…you do enjoy teasing him, those looks he gives you when you get under his skin always sends a rush of heat to rise to your cheeks. Plus if he is overworking himself you can’t let that happen to your favorite wizard (sorry Gale). Maybe this would be a good push to your friendship to move to more…romantical areas….plus there was that spot you wanted to take him and tonight is as good of a time as any. If all else fails and Rolan heartbreakingly rejects you for a night outing at least you will get free drinks for the next two weeks to wash away the pain.

“Okay, I will handle it, but be ready to have to buy a lot of ale for the next two weeks Cal,” you say as you gather your stuff and step towards the doors. Cal and Lia watch as you walk out of the tavern into the night towards Ramazith Tower. 

“Think there's a chance he will reject her and we will have to deal with a tense Rolan?” Cal asks Lia worriedly. 

Lia scoffs and settles herself on a seat at the bar, “Please, Rolan can’t deny her, and even if he wants to pretend he can, do you think she’s going to take no for an answer?” 

“Those two are really into each other huh?” 

“Yeah, Let's hope one of them finally realizes it and does something about it tonight. I have a bet with Larkissa that Tav makes the first move, and I want my 50 gold.”

Wow, they were right…he looks so stressed.

Your eyes watch as Rolan's taut back stays hunched over the journal he is scribbling in as he studies an old-looking tome. The only part that moves on him is his hand and he writes in a frantic motion. His golden eyes peering at the tome then back to his journal as he continues, it's clear he has been at this for a while. 

Leaning against the doorway you study his profile for a bit longer. Hair was done in its elaborate bun to hide his ears, brows underneath his well-kept horns furrowed in irritation, and the most perfect nose in all of Faerûn. Let's see if we can’t get him to scrunch it in irritation. 

“And what happened to the master of Ramaziths Tower? Worked so hard he died from stress, he was so young…” 

Rolan seems surprised for a moment before he turns his head to see your smug grin, this earns you an eye roll,  “What happened to the Hero of Baldur's Gate? Oh, she pushed her luck too many times and was thunder waved out of Ramazith's Tower.” 

Sontering in you wave him off dismissively, “See you're so tired you're unable to come up with your own insults. That means it’s time you take a break.” 

Scoffing, he turns away from you going back to scribbling away, “You sound like Cal and Lia…” 

“They did send me to get you.”

“Of course they did” 

Getting closer you see the swarm of papers and books he’s been busying himself with, ignoring it all you sit on his desk and look down at him as he writes. He seems to look at your legs for a moment before shaking his head and going back to what he was writing. Usually, he would be nagging you about your poor manners and the fact that you are bothering him, must be too tired to fight. You watch him as he slowly starts up his work again trying to ignore your ass so close to his hands crushing his papers. His nose is starting to scrunch and you can only smile with a sweet taunting hum. Crossing your legs gets his attention one more time before he mumbles something to himself. 

“Work, work, work, write, write, write, Rot, rot, rot” you chant in a sing-song voice as you shake your foot bumping him slightly.  

“Must you annoy me?” he grumbles

“You're just annoyed because you're so pent up with stress, come on let's go out.” 

Rolan looks up at you and furrows his brows, nose still scrunched, “I’m annoyed because of everyone constantly pestering me when I have a thousand things to do. I’m not going anywhere and I am not…pent up…” 

You let out a loud sigh, “Oh come on Rolan you're so pent up with stress you could pop, just a small break, a nice stress-free night will do you some good, then we will leave you alone to be the great grump of Ramaziths. Plus I have something I want to show you that I found the other day.” 

Rolan keeps his head down scribbling, “It will be really fun.” you coo

He continues to ignore you. You frown before leaning down to his ear. “Please…” you whisper softly

Rolan stops his writing and groans. 

“Come on Rolan! Just a bit further!” 

“Where the hells are you taking me!” 

“It's a surprise! Now hurry up!” 

You're both running in the forest outside of the gate, you're ahead of him leading the way but you can hear the snapping of twigs and slight infernal cusses as he tries to keep up. You can't help but laugh as he continues his grumpy pursuit. Finally, you reach your destination with a bright smile on your face as you wait for Rolan to emerge from the thicket. Biting your lip in expectation you bounce on the heels of your feet, this will be perfect…

You had found this place on one of your walks and knew that you would have to come back, and bringing Rolan only made it all the better. A secret hot spring is hidden away in the thick forest, perfect for two. The water looks as if it glows a cyan blue, it seems to glitter underneath the full moonlight. Your eyes watch as the steam from the water rises to the vast starlit sky. This will be perfect for relieving stress. 

Finally, you hear him come into the clearing, his once pristine appearance is now a mess with twigs in his now messy hair and robes covered in dirt from where he must have fallen trying to keep up with you. The smile on your face never falters and he approaches you with an unamused look. He looks past you at the heated water and raises an eyebrow.

“A hot spring? You know if you wanted to bathe…” 

Rolan's words halt as you start loosening the strings of your bodice. Looking up you meet his golden eyes and smirk at his surprised face as you drop your bodice to the ground. His eyes widen and his lips slightly part before he turns away quickly. 

“Come on Rolan, a late night dip under the stars. You can’t beat that. Plus I bet once that water hits your skin all your stress will melt away.”

You start stripping off your undershirt quickly followed by your pants. Your eyes watch Rolan's back as it seems to tense at each sound of your clothes rustling and falling. His tail whips around seemingly uncontrollably, before wrapping around his leg, you're still trying to figure out if it is from excitement or irritation.  

“You have been traveling with Halsin for too long…” 

You laugh at the comment, “Well, he is rather wise, learned a lot from him while on our journey…”

Rolan's tail twitches before he turns around quickly to face you. His eyes widen as he sees your scantily clad undergarments, not like you went and changed before going to fetch him…

He turns back around quickly “Like what…” he mutters, is he? Jealous… 

“Just…things…” you say almost tauntingly. You just can’t resist, from the moment you two started becoming friends you two have been taunting and teasing at every opportunity.  Sometimes you don’t know if you want to punch him or kiss him. Though now…you can only think of one thing…

Taking off your undergarments and then by complete ‘accident’ you toss them towards his feet. He looks down at them for a second before you watch his tail rise slightly before falling back down and lifting his head to look up at the starry sky. 

“I’ve learned things from my other companions as well…”  you say softly, almost too sweetly

A nervous laugh seems to rise harshly from his chest. Slowly you approach Rolan, you're being extremely quiet and you're completely bare. “Like Astarion for example” Right behind him now you look up at his tightly set bun, and with a quick moment you pluck the tie keeping it up out, That should loosen him some, “taught me to sneak up on people to take things.”

Rolan starts to turn his head but seems to stop himself remembering you're now naked. Not that you would mind his golden eyes taking you all in. With his hair now down you finally see his sharply pointed ears, they are cute and with their marron coloring at the tips completely giving away how embarrassed he is at the moment. Part of you wants to take the opportunity to be naughty and nibble on his ear while playing with his loose hair. Best not to push your luck however.  

Proud of successfully teasing him you decide to finally get into the water. Stepping carefully into the calm water the heat craseing your skin immediately relaxes you. The water is the perfect temperature and you quickly sink in and swim around enjoying yourself with pleasant sighs. Turning your head you see Rolan watching with what you think is a smile on his face.  

“Come on in, the water is great!”

“Dry land is also great.” 

“So you're just going to let me swim alone?” you watch as Rolan thinks for a moment “It's very relaxing…” you coo 

He finally sighs, “Fine…just to make sure you don’t drown out here…” 

“Lucky me ~”

Instead of ripping his clothes off quickly and jumping into the water ready to confess his desires to you as you hoped, Rolan instead brings his hands to undo his collar slowly and methodically. Somehow the slow stripping is not only frustrating you but also exciting you, the robe rolls off his shoulders and he takes the time to fold it up neatly. A tightening in your lower stomach is driving you mad, how hard is it to undress quickly? 

Opening your mouth to give him a hard time your comment gets halted in your throat. Rolan lifts his red undershirt over his head exposing his chest lined with beautiful ridges. The ridges seem to lead your eyes along his surprisingly athletic build, the moonlight shining on his body showing off just how toned he is; tense muscles being stretched as he raises his arms to relieve some tension from being so confined. He’s been hiding all this under those robes? That's just criminal…

Then his hands go for his belt and you're completely caught in a trance mouth slightly parting as he undoes the first button, seeming to remember your presence in the shining spring his golden eyes lock with yours and all your previous nerve leaves as your heart lurches. Quickly you turn around breaking his gaze, you swear you hear a slight chuckle before the clearing of his throat. Closing your eyes you chastise yourself for being a pervert, but that still doesn’t stop the image of his bare body replaying over and over in your mind running through all the possibilities the night could hold.  

Sounds of sloshing water along with a sigh breaks you from your thoughts. Turning you can’t help but smile at what looks like a very blushy Rolan, feeling nice you give him a round of applause as he settles in the warm water.

Rolan rolls his eyes, “Your an idiot” 

“What, I thought you liked adoring applause?” 

Rolan ignores your comment, shaking his head as he cups the shimmering water in his hands. You take the time to admire him trying to relax the best he can, his loose hair hovering softly over his shoulders, you see that not only do his freckles decorate his face, but they are also peppered against his tense shoulders. With a quick motion, Rolan brings the spring water towards his face, rubbing the water against his face then keeping his hands over his eyes for a long moment. You watch him confused by him keeping his eyes covered.  

“What are you doing?” 

A sigh leaves his nose before he responds, “Relaxing”

Getting closer you do a testing poke to his left shoulder, and an irritated groan leaves his chest. 

“You don’t seem relaxed…” 

“I’m working on it.”

“Maybe you should try swimming around then?”

Rolan pulls his hands from his eyes, golden irises glow as his ardent gaze lands on you. Suddenly you're hyper-aware of how close you two have drifted and how bare you are right underneath the cyan water. All your previous nerve starts to sink away being replaced by a growing flush to your skin. 

Rolan lifts a brow leaning down slightly to take in your face, you put on your best poker face to seem unbothered through Rolan quickly sees past it and is ready to tease you, “Heat finally getting to you?” 

“No”

“Then why are you so red?” 

“Why are you so red?” 

Rolan folds his arms over his chest and you roll your eyes, “redder than usual” 

“What do you expect? It’s hot.” 

“Aren't tieflings like…heat resistant?” 

Rolan goes to argue back but he seems to be unable to think of anything so he turns his back towards you muttering under his breath. 

Turned away, you trace the paths left by his infernal ancestors. He seemed to have relaxed when teasing you, but now…

“You can feel the tension radiating off….” 

Rolan's ears seem to perk up and he glances at you. 

You sigh, “I was hoping to help…”

“I…you…” Rolan sighs collecting his thoughts, a cuss slips his lips before he starts again, “You are helping…I just…” Rolan takes his hand to cover his eyes again, “I don’t know how to let myself relax…” 

Carefully you reach your hands to rub his back, he practically feels like a board, so tense under your fingers. You lean your head to rest on him.

“Rolan, let me…try something….” 

You continue to rub his back and shoulders gently working out the knots. Right as he seems to start to relax he tenses up again. A soft hum leaves you as you continue to work down his back. Dropping from his shoulders you use his ridges to guide you, softly you rub his shoulder blades feeling the sharp tips. When you touch them you feel Rolan tense and lean forward slightly. 

“Am I hurting you?” 

Rolan looks over his shoulder, his eyes moving from your flushed shoulders following the drips running back into the cloudy water keeping the rest of you hidden, only enough for his imagination to run wild. “No, I’m just…not used to being touched like this.” 

“I could stop…”

You keep your hands on his spine, trying to savor this moment in case he says yes. You close your eyes and keep your hands as gentle as possible hoping he won't say yes, that he won’t move away. Just keeping this moment touching his warm skin for a bit longer…

“Don’t stop…it's helping me” 

Biting down the smile on your lips you continue to rub his back blindly moving through the water. Over time you get lower slightly rubbing above the base of his tail. A steady sigh leaves Rolan's chest as you continue to work. You even feel all your nerves starting to settle in this perfect moment, then suddenly a wrapping around your calf startles you enough to let out a yipe. Rolan, snapping back to reality goes to retreat his tail and move away from you, but before he can run away you quickly grab his wrist. He pauses for a second, then he turns towards you, your eyes wide, lips trembling for the words to say.  

It only takes a moment before Rolan pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you suddenly and burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

“I’m sorry…” 

“D-don’t be…” 

Rolan moves his face from your neck and you feel your body heating up as his shining eyes watch you, slowly roaming from your eyes to your glossy lips, then down to where your chest is pressing against his. 

Rolan's eyes linger for a moment before he brings his head down to whisper, “You feel like you're burning up…” 

All you can do as you feel his clawed hands moving slowly down your back is nod and lean into him further. Touching him now he seems much more relaxed, more open, confident. Right as you're settling yourself on his chest you whisper the words he’s been waiting to hear. 

“Kiss me…” 

Quickly you feel his hand lifting your chin and then meeting your lips for an almost too eager kiss, but you had been wanting this equally as bad. Rolan's lips are soft and assertive as he leads you through the kiss. The familiar feeling of his tail sliding up your leg no longer draws a gasp from you but a wanting moan, craving for his warmth to further engulf you. Rolan, always striving for more, lifts your arms to wrap around his neck as he slips his smooth tongue in your mouth to get a taste of you. It's deep, and teasing as it slides against yours making you meet his enthusiasm, and driving you to want more. Before long you find yourself with fist fulls of his loose hair while his sharp nails dig into the fat of your ass, Pressing you into his hardened shaft, it practically throbs on your thigh. 

As you start breaking from the kiss to fully catch your breath Rolan bites on your lower lip, careful not to break the delicate skin, only enough pressure to have you whine before he’s releasing it from his sharp teeth. You're a panting mess feeling like your body is on fire, the spring, his hot touch, your blazing arousal dripping down your thighs; it's all starting to be too much for you. Rolan brushes his nose to yours to bring you back from your fuzzing mind. 

“I think it's time you get out. You're as red as me now.” his rich voice taunts 

A quick laugh leaves you before it’s ripped from you abruptly. Rolan almost as quickly as he kisses you, he lifts you guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. With shocking little effort, Rolan carries you out of the hot spring back to the dry bank. The sudden chill of the air nipping at your skin should leave you shivering, but wrapped in Rolan's warm limps you find yourself perfectly comfortable. 

Playfully you twist and pull the strains of his soft hair. “Not to sound like an insult but I’m surprised you're able to carry me. I didn’t think wizards were all that strong?” 

You're both out of the water, dripping on the springs bank still wrapped tightly in his hold. Rolan rolls his eyes at your statement before responding with a smirk, “Well you should know that no wizard can match me, from my talent to my strength.” 

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now and as you do he bounces you within his arms forcing you to grab him tighter making him laugh at you.

“Well, you are definitely relaxed now.” 

“I am, I should thank you, Hero.” 

You feel yourself getting wetter from his sultry words, “How do you plan on doing that, Archmage?

His eyes spark with something and he grins allowing you to see his sharp canines and molars, “I’m thinking I’m going to fuck you on the bank of this hot spring. Is that what you want?” 

Leaning in you breathe into his pointed ears, “Yes…” 

Then in the next moment, you feel his lips leaving messy kisses over your neck causing you to hold on tighter as Rolan slowly lowers you to the cool ground. The chill of the forest floor on your back makes a shiver rush your spine causing your nipples to perk and your body to shake. A whine leaves your chest and a smile stretches to his lips as he pulls away from you, his shining eyes roam over your body as he carefully moves his hands to your hips and adjusts to a kneel. Slightly digging in his nails, he pulls your body causing his length to brush your slick sex. 

The heat of his cock pressed on your soft flesh makes you shut your eyes with a whimper, he’s not even in you, and your whining. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” his voice commands as his hands lift your legs onto his textured shoulders. 

Finally opening your eyes you see his eyes watching you as he presses a kiss to your inner knee before taking a quick nip to it causing your hips to buckle forward. 

That only feeds his ego, “Don’t tell me you're sensitive…” 

You narrow your eyes, “if you were underneath me I would have you whimpering, so don’t get cocky.” 

Rolan lets out a laugh as he looks down at your spread sex, wet and quivering for him. You can hear his tail begging to swish behind in excitement. 

“We will have to test that on a different night…You look too perfect spread open and waiting for me.” Rolan taunts as he brings his hand to slide his fingers over your glistening cunt, then rubbing slow circles to your swollen clit. 

The sensation of his dexterous fingers stimulating your bud causes you to grind your hips on him for more. Falling deeper into the pleasure you feel your lower stomach twist as waves of heat flood your body. You can’t help but shut your eyes with a shivering breath as soft moans slip through your lips. 

Rolan tsk as he suddenly pinches your clit making you gasp and shoot your eyes open.  “Keep your eyes on me. Understand?” 

You quickly nod, keeping your eyes on his gorgeous face. His fingers slide to your entrance, slipping his middle finger slowly to rub your soft fluttering walls. Watching you intensely he slips in a second finger curling the long digits in your velvety insides. Moans of his name and pleads flow out of your lips as he keeps a steady tempo. 

“You're being so obedient…that's new for you…” 

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can Rolan twists his fingers to the spot that's making you see stars. Rolan seeing your slack jaw expression speeds up his motions. The twisting in your lower stomach gets tighter and tighter as you look at Rolan with pleading eyes. Seeing your expression and feeling your walls clamping down on him, he knows you're closer and he brings his tail to flick on your clit as his other hand keeps your grinding hips in a firm hold. 

You are panting as you dig your fingers into the ground you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. Rolan's eyes are on you, staring intensely as he studies every one of your expressions, he looks divine. 

“F-Feels so-so good!” You scream breathlessly 

He smiles at your stammering, getting excited from your praise. “Yeah? Then cum for me.” 

Nodding absently mindlessly you feel his tail flick faster and his fingers curl deeper so perfectly making your coil suddenly snap and your body explode in a wave of white-hot ecstasy as you feel yourself squirt on his fingers, running down his hands and thighs now. 

 “Prefect…” Rolan whispers as he watches you come down from your high while slowly rubbing your release over his swollen cock. 

“You want more?” he asks as he lines himself up to your tight slit. 

“Please~” You hum out blissfully, feeling his ridged length’s heat radiating onto you. 

Rolan chuckles with a shake of his head, “So greedy…” 

He braces his hand tightly on your hip as he pushes the heat of his dick into your cunt. It’s hot and intense as it slides and stretches you. Your walls clench as you moan his name as his ridges rub your insides deliciously. Your thighs tighten as he pushes into you fully, his nails digging into you as his cock throbs as you adjust to him. 

“Gods you feel good” he sighs in pleasure. He moves his eyes from where he’s buried within you to your blissed-out face. Rolan brings a hand to cup your cheek and you melt into his touch, turning your face to kiss his palm before giving him a nod that you are ready. 

Rolan presses kisses on the insides of your legs again as he brings his hands to your waist. Slowly he starts positioning into you, your eyes roll back as his strokes nudge his burning cock right into your spongy spot that's making you mew shamelessly at every thrust. Rolan picks up his thrusting as he feels your walls clenching on him. 

“You're taking-ta-taking me so well darling.” he groans, throwing his head back as his balls slap against you. 

Rolan moves your hips up and down to match his thrust as his breathing quickens. Squirming and curling your toes you feel yourself approaching your climax again, but this time you're desperate to have Rolan cum with you. 

Rocking your hips against him faster you drive him deeper as his cock now rubs your cervix and your walls lick his ridges.  “Rolan, you're amazing! Fantastic! I’m yours whenever you want me! Fuck! Right there!” 

Rolan’s sweating skin further flushes at your praise and his moans turn into broken whines as he fucks you faster and bounces you at the perfect pace. 

With a couple more thrusts that familiar rush floods you as you arch your back mindlessly screaming as you make a mess over Rolan's cock. With your orgasm quivering and sucking him in he stills and squeezes you tightly as his dick throbs and spurts his burning cum deep within you. Stars slowly fade from your vision as you focus on a panting Rolan still buried deep in you. 

With hooded eyes you give a lazy smile, Rolan eyes are glazed over but still focused on you as he smiles back at you. Slowly he pulls out and you wince at the feeling of the sudden emptiness. Rolan settles beside you and carefully holds you to his chest as his tail wraps around your ankle gently. 

“Rest with me for a while…then come back to the tower with me.” 

You hum in agreement as you let your relaxed state move you to one of sleep. Perfectly warm and perfectly relaxed wrapped in each other's arms. 

Larkissa is busy drying the goblets behind the bar to prepare for tonight's service. A tapping of nails on the counter gets her attention away from the task. She turns her head to see a smirking Lia. 

“A bet is a bet and I want my 50 gold,” Lia says, holding out her hand. 

Larkissa huffs and digs in her pockets, She will have to scold Rolan for not being assertive enough to make the first move.

[ponypuffle]

I hope you don’t mind an Applejack request- how do you think she’d do with a significant other who’s anxious/easily stressed out and gets tired easily?

Pairing: Applejack x GN! Anxious! Reader Word Count: 570+ Warning(s): reader experiences anxiety, but it isn't written too in depth A/N: finally writing again :') here's a lil cozy aj hc post to get me started

Applejack is so protective, bordering on overprotective, so trust that you're in good hooves. She knows how anxious you get and will gladly help you no matter how small it may seem.

Need help ordering at a restaurant? No worries. Just whisper your order in her ear and she'll order for you. Or, perhaps you're stressed over tomorrow. She knows just what to do to ease your anxieties.

You'd been pacing around your home, checking and rechecking everything, for the past ten minutes. By the time AJ had gotten back home, you'd worked yourself up into a tizzy.

"What's going on here?" She said in amusement, trying to ease any tension in the atmosphere.

You tried to frantically explain what you were up to, finding yourself stuttering over your own words as you tried to stay on track. It wasn't until AJ set a gentle hoof on you that you slowed down. "I just... I really want things to turn out well."

"I know, sugarcube." She began to soothe you in her sweet, southern voice. "I know how capable you are, so I'm confident you got this. Why don't we settle down with a warm cup of cider?"

You couldn't help nuzzling into AJ's warmth before slowly nodding. She always did manage to calm your nerves, even if just a little. "Okay..."

"There we go, sugar. Now, go on and get comfy in bed." She pecked your cheek with a saccharine kiss.

You obeyed, letting yourself release some tension on the plush mattress. You watched AJ grab one of the softer throw blankets you had to set atop of you. She knew how much it helped you unwind when you could feel the comforting fluffiness of the blanket.

"I'll be right back." AJ walked out of the room into your kitchen. Before you knew it, she came back with a steaming mug of apple cider. With AJ by your side, you finally managed to find peace.

Now, don't assume that AJ will shelter you at any moment's notice. She's protective of you, but that's partly why she tries to make sure you can do things yourself.

She knows she can't be there for you every second of the day, so she'll encourage you to step out of your comfort zone little by little. Don't worry, though. She would never put you in a situation that she knows you'd be much too overwhelmed by.

Whenever you go out, she'll carry a saddlebag for you with little snacks and a bottle of water in case you get tired. It's crazy how attentive she is to your needs, even when you don't realize your in need of something yourself.

That being said, you better believe she makes you do hydration checks, just to make sure you have enough water everyday. If you don't like the taste of water, worry not! She'll cut up apple slices to put inside your water (or whatever fruit you desire, but it'd give her that extra little joy to know she grew the apples inside your drink).

When she notices you need a break, she'll help lead you somewhere secluded so you can take some time to recover a bit. If you're in a public area that's much too crowded, she'll do her best to find someplace out of the way where she can sit or stand between you and the crowd as if she was some sort of shield.

[lovelykil]

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘨─

ᯓ izu husband au

synopsis; Izu, now a pro hero has two kids, Yuta and Mi Mi. He loves them dearly and hopes for the best for their future. His family is a bit chaotic but they make it work.

note; this may or may not be a self-insert 🐌 anyway I might make more scenarios about their life together as a married couple with kids ! :3

black reader implied

mornings were always so chaotic, especially during the week. You would sometimes miss your alarm to which Izuku would have to wake you up himself while he got ready for his hero work, his gentle sweet kisses never seemed to work on you though as a way to wake you up.

it just makes you want to sleep in more, his kisses were so silky soft,, every time he grazed his lips against yours it felt like you were being wrapped up in some warm burrito full of his soft words and touch. He usually let's you sleep in and if he has the time, wakes up the kids himself.

though this day in particular that wasn't the case, time was a joke for your little one, Yuta.

Izuku, already in his suit brushes his teeth in front of the mirror whilst you hurry to slip on your pants, running around in your panties like a chicken without a head.

"shit shit shit! Why didn't you wake me up earlier Midoriya?" You bark, pulling up your pants with a little jump. It was obviously the stress talking that made you so frantic, causing you to use your husband's last name with a stern voice. He looks over his shoulder with the toothbrush still stuck in his mouth as he holds it there, his blank and confused expression only makes you more irritated.

you storm off with a groan that echoed through the halls.

"Mi Mi wake your brother up I'll start on breakfast." You knock on your eldest's door and then walk in. She was already dressed and ready, just fixing her hair in front of her vanity. She turned toward you then back to her spotless mirror.

"okay." You nod at her response and close her door, rushing over to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. You use your quirk to its advantage to help you make your life a little easier, you weren't a hero so you never did anything with your quirk which was related to darkness within you but it times like these— they sure were helpful!

shadowy dark tendrils gradually emerge from your backside like smoke from a cig that has been neglected. The tendrils swiftly motion toward the pantry in a quick manner and retrieve a loaf of bread and Nutella. Wasn't such a healthy choice but time is of the essence!

your tendrils were sort of like black whip, they can grab objects, and lift you at a certain height, but it wasn't as strong as Izuku's. Your quirk usually makes you drowsy quickly without the training you weren't sure how to properly handle this power, but that currently wasn't your main objective right now.

the shadowy ropes of pure black lend you a butter knife to spread the Nutella on the now-toasted bread, you swiftly smack the knife against the bread as the tendrils slowly get sucked back into you.

"mind if I get one sweetheart?" Your head perks up at a familiar voice.

"oh izu." You reluctantly smile as he walks over to you, his presence bringing you such joy and giddiness, it's like you didn't just get mad at him for giving you that stupid clueless expression earlier. He smiles back and motions at you.

"sorry for yelling at you, I was just stressed." You place a piece of bread on a dinosaur plate then look over at him with apologetic eyes. He gently cups your face and kisses your nose with a chuckle,

"na it's my fault I should've woken up earlier anyway then woke you up."

your eyes flutter shut at his cute nose kisses then flicker open at his own apology, you lean in to peck his lips quickly then pull away to grab another piece of bread for him.

"I guess we both suck at waking up now huh" Izu blushes at your kiss, still getting nervous whenever you kiss him even though he's been with you for years now. He watches you spread the chocolate spread over the bread with a love sick smile.

"y..yeah."

you laugh and stuff the bread into his slightly agape mouth from his shy reaction, his eyes shoot open in shock from the sudden reaction and something being stuffed through his lips. He snaps out of his little daze and grabs the toast after taking a small bite.

"you soo cute baby." You sing and lean in to lick off some chocolate near his lips then pull away to finish this unhealthy quick breakfast.

the pro-hero is unresponsive, he's too busy melting into a steamy puddle, his cheeks—his face red as a plump tomato.

soon enough two messy curly kids emerge from the hallway and enter the kitchen, one with a tidy and clean face and the other with droopy green eyes and dried slobber on the sides of his mouth. They both wander towards the spinning high chairs,

"why's dad a puddle of his own gloop?" Mi Mi points out with her finger as she climbs her chair, making everyone turn towards the sight.

"your daddy is weird sometimes, but anyway Yuta you have so much saliva on the side of your mouth c'mere now." You firmly demand after sliding your daughter her toast. Yuta whines getting off his chair to walk over to you.

you pick up the little boy and walk him over to the kids' bathroom.

"but momma I don't wanna was—"

"boy you ain't going to school lookin' like that, think again." Your harsh voice and the sound of Yuta's childish whines fade away as you inch closer to the bathroom.

Izuku eventually morphs back and eats his toast still with a flushed face, he and his daughter listen to the cries of Yuta and your yells for him to stay still so you can properly wash his face.

Izuku sweat drops whilst Mi Mi eats unbothered, "Your mom is scary.." He whispers, the curly ravenette nods slowly.

"is that why you turned into a puddle earlier?" She asks with a curious head tilt. Izuku looks at her then quickly looks away with another growing blush, "No.. that was something else she did.."

just when she was about to ask why you and Yuta come back.

yuta, annoyed but neat, and you, in content and smiley.

"now eat your toast, yuta."

"hmph..." He climbs the chair and carefully eats his chocolate bread. You begin to clean the area in a quick manner, time still ticking with every distraction.

once you were finish you watch your husband start to gather his things, getting ready to leave for the day. Your eyes avert to the chattering kids and notice one of them doesn't have their backpack with them of course, it was Yuta.

you groan, checking the time on your phone before setting it on the counter to find his bag.

"and then my teacher gave me extra credit for it."

"wow Mi, that's awesome! Good job sweetheart!" Mi Mi enjoyed being showered in her father's praise, her wide smile was full of pride but when she looked over at her brother that smile turned into a cocky grin.

her sinister grin made him roll his eyes and mutter something.

"nerd.."

"huh? What was that Yuta?" She questions her little brother, poking at his buttons as her face grew near. The small child scrunches his nose, the annoyance his sister brought him building up inside him like a boiling tea kettle, if she pushed just one more button...

"I said you're a NER—"

"Yuta MIDORIYA"

"huh?" Three surprised and curious heads turn towards the loud voice coming from down the hall. Your steps were loud and powerful as you made your way to the kitchen with Yuta's bag.

everyone watches you walk toward Yuta and place his concerningly, wet bag on the counter. Upon looking at it, his red bag was now a darker shade, and it reeked of maybe river water. Yuta stared at his bag then up at your heated face. He swallowed hard. Suddenly his own anger wearing off.

"were you collecting frogs, AGAIN?" You cross your arms over your chest, putting some emphasis on again. Izuku and Mi Mi look at each other, seemingly reading their minds judging by their puzzled faces.

'again??'

the boy stares at you unresponsive his eyes are filled with guilt which answers your irritated question. You pinch the bridge of your nose.

"you kids are going to be so damn late.. again."

[witchslove]

okay so i’ve got a request for stepmom!wanda x reader 🤭

maybe wanda seducing/the other way around or just like kinda dark!stepmom!wanda making reader lay on her chest and eventually suck her nipples when they’re upset or maybe stressed over school (because you know… lactation kink)

and yeah, lots of mommy kink 😵‍💫🤭

Stress Relief

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; dark!stepmom!wanda, slight dubcon, mommy kink, lactation kink, praise kink, legal age gap, cheating, manipulation

A/N: Thank you for the request, this one kinda got away from me so I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing stepmom Wanda and I love her so much already <3

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You always felt so relaxed in Wanda’s presence. 

With her hand in your hair, long delicate fingers stroking your scalp, and your head resting on her soft chest, you felt safe. 

Deadlines were kicking your ass and you were more stressed than you’d ever been, your second year at university proving to be much more vigorous than your first. Wanda practically had to drag you out of your room to watch a movie with her, not taking no as an answer despite you trying to explain how behind you were on your assignments.

She’d had enough of seeing you work yourself nearly to death, staying up half the night and accidentally skipping meals, too focused on your academics. She wasn’t mad at you for it, in fact, she admired your work ethic. You were ambitious and a perfectionist, so eager to please. 

Always such a good girl. 

And good girls deserved rewards. So she’d demanded that you take a break and join her in her room for a movie.

Technically she wasn’t lying; there was a movie playing in the background as she played absentmindedly with your hair. But that wasn’t the real reason she’d invited you into her bed. 

About twenty minutes into the movie, she decided to put her plan into motion. 

Her sweet touches and warm body molded into yours as you cuddled were enough to have you instantly relaxing into her. Right where she wanted you. 

Ever since she’d met you, she thought you were a precious little thing - so sweet, so smart, so willing to help her whenever she needed it. She planned to see just how far she could push that last one.

The first time she laid eyes on you, she thought you were adorable. She felt an instant attraction to you and, luckily for her, your father made his presence around the house scarce for work reasons, leaving the two of you alone quite often. 

For months she played the motherly role in your life. She made dinner, asked you about school, offered to help you with your homework, and spent time with you as much as you wanted. 

Really as much as she wanted, but whatever she wanted she knew she could make you want even more. She was so good at it that most of the time whatever she wanted seemed like it was your idea in the first place and Wanda loved the fact her sweet girl was so oblivious to her intentions. 

She touched you as much as possible, whether it was her hands on your waist as she moved past you, her fingertips tracing patterns into your exposed thigh during dinner, or having you curl up into her side when you watched movies. She didn’t miss the way you would always melt into her touch, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger as much as you did her.

As the movie played in the background, she tightened her grip in your hair, prompting you to lift your head the slightest bit. Before you could turn to ask if she needed to readjust, she’d already pulled down the top of her skimpy nightgown, exposing her full breasts and already hardened nipples. 

When you looked at her, your eyes fell to her bare chest for a moment before you squeezed them shut and tried to cover them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” you apologized frantically. “I- I didn’t know.”

“Shh, it’s okay, moya lyubov,” Wanda cooed, removing your hand from where it covered your eyes and placing her hands on your cheeks. “You want to look, don’t you?”

Her words shocked you, making you open your eyes and meet her tender gaze. “I- I’m confused,” you mumbled, trying to read her expression for even a hint at what was happening. All you saw was adoration and a twinkle in her eyes, so alluring that you had to look away.

When you did, you were staring directly at her breasts. You knew it was wrong, but you felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of them and heat building somewhere much lower. Subconsciously, you licked your lips and Wanda smirked when she noticed. This was too easy.

“I actually think you want to do more than just look, right, detka?” she asked, setting the trap, knowing you would take the bait.

“What do you mean?” you swallowed, unsure of where to look as your eyes flitted between her face and her chest.

“I think you know what I mean, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can touch,” she said sweetly, framing her words just right to make it seem like you’d just asked her yourself if you could touch her. 

When you nervously brought a hand up to cup the weight of her breast, she smiled reassuringly. You didn’t notice the smugness behind her smile as you refocused your attention below her neck. 

She bit her lip to stifle a moan when your thumb brushed against her straining nipple. She arched her back the slightest bit, pushing her chest closer to your face, your breath hitching in your throat at the action.

“Can I- can I use my mouth?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.

Wanda had never been more pleased with herself than in that moment. She hadn’t quite expected you to be so bold and ask for such a thing so quickly. She was both proud of herself and proud of you, always so compliant, always so good for her.

“Yes, angel, you can use your mouth.”

When your lips wrapped around her nipple, she bit back a whine at the sensation of your warm mouth around her sensitive bud. You latched on, suckling contentedly and laving your tongue around the stiff peak. 

You were surprised when you felt warm, sweet liquid drip into your mouth. You had no idea Wanda could do this, but you couldn’t complain. The first taste of her milk had you hooked immediately, moaning as more spilled onto your waiting tongue. 

“You’re doing so good drinking mommy’s milk baby,” Wanda said breathily. 

Her words sent a shock straight to your core and you moaned against her flushed skin. 

“Oh, someone likes that, hm?”

You were too far gone to respond, your eyelids growing heavy as her breast emptied. You switched to the other one, sucking softer and slower this time, wanting to make it last.

Her fingers threaded through your hair, moving in a steady rhythm matching that of your tongue along the underside of her nipple. 

You fell asleep that way, with your mouth on her breast, her hand in your hair, and a smile on your face. It was the best sleep you’d gotten in months.

What happened that night became a routine shortly after. Whenever you were buried deep in research papers and exam flashcards, eyes burning from countless hours of studying, Wanda would be your saving grace. Your stepmom would poke her head into your room, encouraging you to take a break, and you’d wind up laying against her chest with one of her pretty nipples in your mouth and her sweet milk trickling down your throat.

Sometimes she enjoyed messing with you. In her mind, toys were meant to be played with. 

One night, she’d asked you if you wanted to watch something with her and when you agreed, she put on your favorite show. It always gave you butterflies when she remembered what you liked to watch, but how could she not? You were the apple of her eye whether you knew it or not.

You expected her to solicit you into sucking her dry, like always, but she didn’t, leaving you feeling lost and confused. You hadn’t realized how much you began to rely on that as a way to de-stress until she wasn’t willingly offering it to you. 

She wanted you to ask her for it yourself, to show her that you wanted her. You weren’t sure how to ask for something like that - it still felt wrong to you despite her constant reassurances that it was normal for mommies to take care of their precious angels that way.

Instead of voicing what you wanted, you nuzzled your face against her breasts, hoping she would understand. 

“Aw, do you want something sweetheart?” she asked, feigning sympathy so you wouldn’t be able to tell how much she was getting off on your desperation.

“Please,” you mumbled.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want or I won’t know how to help,” she replied tenderly.

“Can I…” you paused, not knowing how to phrase it. “Taste you? I mean like… are they full?” you asked, glancing down at her chest before meeting her eyes again, her curious look intimidating you by the second until you were unraveling. “I’m sorry, actually, I don’t know why I’m asking you that, I-”

She cut you off with a firm hand grabbing your jaw, silencing you. Her thumb came up to brush against your bottom lip, the sight of you so needy for her making her shiver.

“Of course you can, detka. All you had to do was ask.” And with that she was removing her top and pulling you close, smirking to herself as you latched on and fell asleep in her hold, all of your worries forgotten for the night. 

One night, she invited you to go swimming with her, neglecting to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit under her robe and letting you find that out for yourself when she stood bare before you on the patio. She swayed her hips purposefully as she walked over to the pool, making sure to bend over and give you a delicious view as she stepped into the water.

Unable to get the vivid image of her perfect backside out of your mind, you shook your head and slowly undressed. You, unlike her, had worn a bathing suit and you decided to keep it on as your nerves followed you to the pool.

Sitting on the steps, she welcomed you in, not hesitating to pull you close to her body. With your head leaning against her arm, so close to where you longed to bury your face, you looked up at her and she simply nodded. 

Your hot mouth felt amazing against her nipple, cold from the water and the nighttime air. She hummed as you ran your tongue over the bud, trying to stimulate it enough to get your reward. When nothing came out, you sucked harder, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and causing her to whimper. 

You quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” you blurted out, your eyes wide. 

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It felt good,” Wanda cooed, bringing one hand to the back of your head and the other to your hand under the water. She gently pulled your head back to her chest while moving your hand towards her aching center. “Sometimes when you drink mommy’s milk, it makes her feel tingly down here,” she explained, pressing your fingers against her pussy. 

You felt the heat radiating from her core, warm and wet with something that wasn’t just the water from the pool. She guided your fingers to slide through her slick folds and you moaned against her breast at the feel of her.

That seemed to sober you up and you pulled back for a moment to speak. “This isn’t right, we’re not supposed to-”

“Quiet, detka,” she snapped coldly. “I told you I’ll always take care of you and do what’s best for you, didn’t I?” You nodded and she softened at that. “That’s right. Don’t you want to make your mommy feel good? It hurts down there.”

You nodded again, murmuring out a “yes mommy” and kissing around her breasts apologetically. 

“Good girl,” she praised, making you clench your thighs together. 

That night, you filled her up with your fingers while she filled you up with her milk. She came hard against the wall of the pool and you felt pride welling up within you at the beautiful sight of her in ecstasy. When you grew sleepy, she helped you inside, taking you to her room where you fell asleep on her chest. 

She looked down at you fondly, knowing without a doubt that she loved you more dearly than she’d ever loved anything in her life. The love she had for your father didn’t even come close to the way she felt about you. Her heart felt whole with the knowledge that you loved her just as much, all on your own. 

She may have had to coax it out of you, but flowers don’t grow where seeds aren’t planted. And in her garden, you were her favorite flower. 

[icypenguin]

Hiii! Can I request a sbg Tyler x F!reader where she gets hurt while the group is running away from the phantoms?

until i’m conscious ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

hey guys.. i’m finally back… *revives from death* ermm yeah anyway this has been in my inbox for months and i still have more T-T DUDE IMMA BE HONEST OKAY I FEEL LOWKEY BAD BUT LIKENSUHSNIJSNJISN school has been rlly stiff and stressful :( really sorry for the hiatus lmaooooo that was so sudden but anyway hope u all r satisfied with my apology…

cw: blood, being carried, being unconscious (not in a serious way but erm)

army of phantoms were just seconds away, they were rushing and so were you and the gang. though, you were limping. you had a scratch on your leg from a phantom while grabbing your bags earlier. you tried your best to keep up but no luck, what brought you to now is tyler carrying you bridal-style in fear of you passing out. how exactly did that happen..? well, being the pretty stubborn guy he is, he didn’t care or didn’t think another second to just scoop you in his arms. the other’s couldn’t pay a mind much, they were busy trying to reach for the base.

luckily, you all got in to the base safely and noone was majorly injured except you. the gash on your leg bleeded through the fabric of your bottoms, resulting a soaked, red-hued patch. tyler placed you down carefully on the bus as taylor went to get a pillow for comfort, but tyler insisted on just pulling you into his lap as he is in frantic fear.

“pillow, pillow!” taylor exclaimed to herself as she ran to get one from the back of the bus.

“i got her, don’t worry. just get the med kit!” tyler pulled you into a laying position where your head is right on his lap. it felt uncontrollable, his hands moved themselves to rub your shoulders in comfort. he wasn’t a very comforting person to his friends… but, he always tries his best. after all, he was the one who took care of taylor, wasn’t he?

“move, create space and air” ashlyn ordered everyone as she pulled your bottoms up to expose the wound where the gash could be seen clearly. besides her, logan was getting the kit ready while everyone was scrunching their nose in nausea.

on the other hand, tyler was whispering sweet and somehow comforting words into your ears. it felt unreal, it felt like you were dreaming, the somehow soft voice of tyler managed to lure you down as your breathing got steady.

“there, there..” he whispered softly “i’ve got you..” his hand glided through yours as your fingers interlocked secretly. though, taylor being the attentive person she is, caught the action red-handed and pulled a smirk on her face while nudging her brother softly. though tyler didn’t want to bother or even care since his attention was paid to you and you only.

after a bit of ‘cottons’, ‘water’, ‘alcohol’, your wound was out of sight (or atleast it’s patched by a white cottob fabric..) and everyone let out a relieved sigh.

“phew, that was rough..” aiden closed his eyes and huffed in relief. the tension in the air blew away as everyone got to their position into doing whatever they were supposed to do. except for tyler; he was still making sure you’re okay, now even moving spots so that you could sit comfortably. although, the wound seemed to have a decrease of your consciousness. your back was pressed against his chest and you though that was a pillow! you didn’t even realise he was holding you..

the clock striked, everyone fell asleep in practice of teleporting back to the world.

dawn was visible from the bus window, the sky was orange as the sun carefully wakes up, and so does the gang. everyone woke up in their position from last night, but forgetting for a second what truly happened, you were suprised to be in a hold of tyler’s. your body tensed but suddenly melted in to the wamrth of how he was holding you. you paid attention to that his hold was as close and secure as ever, almost as if scared to lose you.

being tyler’s closest friend didn’t mean you’d see all of his sides, guess this was new. not long later, you felt a move when he rubbed his eyes, informing that he’s awake. to that, you scooted away, trying to create a comfortable space between the two of you.

“mornin’ sleepyhead” you chuckled seeing his still half-asleep form.

though, the second he looked like he was chilling, the next we sat up straight in agitation and realisation. the picture of what happened last night came into his mind, and he couldn’t believe what he had done.

you noticed the sudden change and asked, “what’s wrong? it’s sunday today, we don’t have school”.

“i-“ words tangled in his mind, he didn’t have the urge to create such words. “last night…” he finally mumbled, “are you okay?”

you were a bit confused to hear, but answered nonetheless “yeah, the gash was bad but.. it will heal” your smile almost assured him, but he knew that wasn’t the main thing that’s worrying him.

out of picture, taylor blurted out, “so how was the cuddle last night?” she asked innocently.

your cheeks burned a bit in awkwardness as tyler’s tip of ear went red out of embarrassment. “wha-“ you pretended to forget what happened, but clearly your red cheeks tells the opposite.

“oh come onnn! you guys were so cute! snuggling in eachother’s embrace!” she squealed in awe as the others joined,

“oh- and when tyler carried you!? directly from fairy tales!” aiden busted out,

“not going to lie, you two do make a good couple..” ashlyn said bluntly.

unfortunately, these teases kept on coming one by one and was starting to get a bit ridiculous.. but least to say, you don’t exactly HATE it, do you?

tysm for readinggg! hope u all enjoyed it mwahhh :3 anyway see u in weeks/months ig /hj

[slxsherwriter]

Out of Trauma Comes....

Fandom: Don't Breathe

Pairing: Norman Nordstrom x reader

Warnings: Child death, loss of limbs, ptsd struggles

Word Count: 4,076

Author's Note: I have fallen down the Stephan Lang rabbit hole. This is the first in a series of Norman one-shots. Reader does have a military background. This decision was based off of the relationship that Norman had with Hernandez in the second movie. Hope everyone likes! As always, not beta read, so mistakes are mine.

You woke with a start, gasping for breath that wouldn't seem to fill your lungs. For several agonizing seconds, it felt like it would never happen before finally, your body kickstarted itself. The silence of the room was only broken by the brief choking gasps of air as you tried to regulate your breathing. Then your ears registered the frantic beeping of a heart rate monitor. Your own. Forcing yourself to take a few slower breaths, it calmed down as you managed. Stiffness below reminded you that you were stuck in a hospital bed. Right. The accident. 

With a grimace, you forced yourself into a seated position. The pain was a worthy distraction, taking your mind off the vivid flashbacks that played before your eyes. Like a bad horror movie that you couldn't pause. 

A nurse came in, far more quickly than they had the past three weeks. Must have been fewer patients on the floor for them to monitor. When you had first arrived four weeks ago, despite your status, it had taken time for them to show up. 

“Everything okay?” No, nothing was okay in the least about the entire situation. Swallowing down the words, you found yourself giving a shaky smile. 

“Yeah, fine. Just a bad dream.” PTSD. Post traumatic stress disorder, that's what it was. You knew well enough to recognize the signs after seeing some of your closest brothers go through the same thing. “Sorry, didn't mean to cause any worry.” She gave you a softer smile, one that felt like pity. You hated every second of it. Of all of this, if you were honest. You wanted to be back home, away from the world and everyone in it. Why should you have lived?

 “Not a problem at all.” She checked over your IV line and monitor before moving to the door, taking her leave. But before she fully left, she looked over her shoulder. “From what I heard, you're getting out of here tomorrow.” There may not have been a God but that news could have brought you to belief. 

“Thanks…for everything.” 

*****

Using the crutches to get into your home, you grunted with the effort. The cracked ribs were healing and could bear the brunt of your weight with some protest and discomfort but you weren't hanging around any longer than absolutely necessary. 

A chill ran down your spine and the urge to look at the street was almost overwhelming. But you knew what you would find there if you did. Just repeated flashes of blood, broken glass, and phantom pains. Unconsciously, your jaw had started to clench, something you only realize when you heard a small crack. 

“Fuck.” The word bounced through the empty house. A slow sigh and you were moving to the staircase. Life now had a whole new set of obstacles and challenges. Ones that you couldn't have ever dreamed of if one were to ask you. Yet, here you were. “Don't have a fucking pity party now. Get your ass up the stairs so you can take a proper shower. Then, you can check on Norman.” it was the right thing to do. You had heard from your older neighbor just once in the entire time you had been in the hospital. Understandable, given the circumstances and what he had to be dealing with, but it didn't quell the drive to follow up. Having been a neighbor for the better part of five years now, you had grown close to Norman and Emma. Just the thought of the girl was enough to constrict your throat and threaten to have tears spilling from your eyes once more. 

White knuckling the crutches, you slowly made your way up the stairs. It was both painstaking and painful but there was a small sense of accomplishment when you hit the top landing. One thing out of the way, many many more to come. No use in getting too excited over it all just yet. The shower was the next thing to tackle. 

***********

Having only fallen once, the shower could be considered a success. Dressing wasn't as difficult as anticipated, the bed that you had easy to get on and off of with the wall right there that you could brace yourself against. Now, down the stairs? That was a whole other ballgame. Slow, very slowly, you worked down each step. It probably would have been easier to admit defeat and go down on your ass but that stubborness that often got you in trouble decided to rear it's head. This was life now so it wasn't like something that you wouldn't have to get used to. Might as well start that right now.

The shower made you feel a bit better. Something about being able to shower at home, in your own space, with your typical washes and shampoos just did something different than when you were stuck showering in a hospital. While you still were in tremendous discomfort that bordered on pain that was barely tolerable, you still felt better. Plus, being out of those hospital clothes just helped give a little mental boost. 

Tossing a jacket over your shoulders, you opened the door with a slow breath. The street was quiet, just as it often was. There were so few left in this neighborhood, the stranglehold of the economic crisis squeezing life out of Detroit day by day. Those that remained were too headstrong to go more than anything else. You and the man across the street had that in common. Not the only thing. The memory that came of the first meeting had you wanting to laugh. It was either laugh or break out into tears because the bad came rushing hard. Shaking away the thoughts as if the physical action could dislodge and remove those mental images. 

The walk across the street didn't take too long, though getting up his steps took a few moments. It seemed that Shadow knew of the presence on the porch before you could even knock. The bark that came from inside was excitement, something recognizable and in a way somewhat comforting. It was normal. Routine. Despite the fact that nothing about this would ever be the normal that you both once knew. There was no answer to the rap of knuckles against the wood. Not for a minute. Or five. 

A part of you wondered if you should just leave him be. You had your own trauma from the entire thing but his loss was so much greater than your own. A leg compared to a child? No comparison. Still, something rolled in your gut at the thought of leaving Norman to his misery, grief, and pain. You had been alone in the hospital. Being alone and isolated was never good. So, that thought made you knock again and call out. 

“Norman?” Your voice nearly cracked and you had to take a second to take in a breath. The situation called for composure. Letting your own emotions shine through wouldn't help the moment at all. “I'm sure you don't want to see anyone right now…” What words were supposed to be spoken for this sort of thing? Huffing out in frustration, you stared at the door. 

“Can you please let me in? You don't have to talk. I know you aren't alright, I wouldn't expect you to be but seeing you would at least settle my own mind. Please?” Maybe appealing to that part of him would get the older man to agree. Another few moments passed, bringing about a sense of defeat. This wasn't something to barrel through, to hit head on like a bull in a china shop. If Norman didn't want to see anyone,you couldn't force your presence upon him. At least not with his house closed up like this. Just as you were getting ready to turn around, locks disengaging rang out and the door opened. Shadow's bark was significantly louder, the thump of his tail against the door frame audible. 

He looked rough, like he hadn't been sleeping. Something that was relatable. More than that, it was in the way that he held himself. A man defeated had a certain posture after all. An awkward silence fell over the two of you as you stood there before the door opened a bit more and he stepped to the side, a silent signal to come inside. The crutches hopefully made enough noise for him to be able to keep his feet out of the way as you entered the home, as mindful of where you were placing them as you could be. The last thing that was needed was for you to cause a physical injury to the man. 

“When did you get home?” 

“Today.” A grunt was the response that you got and honestly, you hadn't expected much more. The house was dark, though it didn't matter much to Norman and you weren't going to say a damn thing. He led you to the kitchen, where he was having some coffee from the smell that lingered in the air. 

“They have her in jail.” That perked your ears up as you eased yourself into the seat. Crutches were kept close by just in case quick movement was needed.

“Good.” Your voice had come out firmer than intended. But really, it was where the young woman deserved to be. She had killed someone, not just someone but a child. All because she had been stupid about drinking and driving. Frankly, at this rate, she shouldn't leave. Two lives permanently altered in ways that could never be repaired by one decision of a third party. Maybe it would have been just injuries to you and Emma if you had moved faster. Hurling your body in the way of the oncoming car in an attempt to get the girl out of the way or at least shield her to some degree had been an instant reaction. If only it would have worked. 

Clearing your throat a little, you tried to shrug off the anger that had been growing in presence day after day for the last two weeks. “It's no less than deserved. The police hadn't been by to talk much to me besides that first week I was actually conscious. I've been a bit out of the loop on what is happening.” The idea of checking your phone had fallen to the wayside in the focus of getting ready to leave the hospital. He set a cup of coffee down in front of you without having asked. The warmth of the cup seeped into your chilled hands, causing you to close your eyes for just one moment. 

“She'll rot in jail.” She better. But it wasn't like a trial was going to happen any time soon. Those things took time. An extended amount of time, with additional suffering to come for the both of you. Norman fell silent for a long while, staring off in that unseeing fashion of his, eyes seemingly focused just above your right shoulder. What more was there to say?  “You're on crutches.” An observation without any real direction.

“Yep.”

“They wouldn't give you a prosthetic?” 

“I opted not to get one right away. Getting out of there and home was more important to me. I have an appointment set up in two weeks with a physical therapist and someone who can fit me for one.” Your voice grew softer for just a second, obvious to the both of you. Was it self consciousness that caused it? A worry of bringing up something that would upset him? 

“And your other injuries?” A wince that you were thankful could not see came before you could stop it. A feeling of guilt crawled the back of your throat, robbing you of your voice for a mere moment. 

“Things that will heal with time. Some medicines for the rest of my life.” And the daily reminder that you just hadn't acted quick enough. Something that would haunt you every time you looked down and saw the empty space where your right left should have been. “All things that I can manage.” He hadn't said anything about himself, about how he was dealing. Poorly. There was no need to put a word to it but hearing it would at least lead in a direction of knowing what to do to help him. He was deflecting, though you had pleaded with him to let you in on the basis of not having him talk. Silently, you were able to reach out and carefully curl your fingers around his hand. For a brief moment, tension wracked you as the expectation of him pulling away reigned up. Instead, there was a slight tremble and he was curling his own fingers in response, squeezing her hand tightly. 

*****

Daily trips over to Norman's became routine. It was good for the both of you, in all honesty. Getting out of the house instead of sulking around and wallowing, despite arguing that it wasn't a pity party, did you no good. And the same could be said for the older man. A familiar motion that helped dictate the day and forced the both of you to keep to a schedule. He was a little more open in talking about it, letting you know what the detectives had to say and where everyone was at with the case. You couldn't speak to the sinking feeling that rolled in your gut any time that it was discussed but it was shoved to the side and never mentioned. The man had enough stress. 

He was good for forcing you to talk about where you were at with your physical therapy and the prosthetic. You had been fitted for it several weeks ago. Things weren't one size fits all. The molding process had been interesting, with a reassurance that it would be correct once it came in. And finally, after a long wait, it came in two days ago. You hadn't realized physical stress that just the therapy would have you going through, let alone the entire concept of learning to walk again. Because that was what it was. Relearning to walk. Balance would be all new, weight shifts entirely different, and movement to adjust to when it came to walking. 

There had been an argument between yourself and your therapist that had left you stewing, in a rotten mood that was volatile at best. Norman had realized something was wrong when he ran into you while out walking Shadow. Shadow, as always, let out that excited bark and his tail started going a mile a minute. It was not acknowledged on your end and the silence was clearly enough of a tip off for him.

“Did it go that poorly today?” You jumped, startled by the comment, and the fact that he had engaged when you hadn't said a damn thing. A huff was the only response he got for a long moment. 

“I ended up in an argument with my therapist.” The words were a little sullen. Not typical at all. He waited patiently, not saying anything else, forcing you to elaborate. Pulling the information out of you without being too forceful but with the knowledge that he could be as stubborn as you. “They wanted to keep the prosthetic there until I properly learned to walk….” The words caught for a moment, not wanting to admit to struggling with it. Everything about the weight distribution felt wrong to your body. 

“I wanted to be able to bring it home so that I can work at my own pace, without all those eyes on me.” He hummed for a moment, not saying anything else right away, mulling over the information as his hands folded over top of his cane. 

“They let you?” 

“Yes.”

“Then why are you sitting here?”

“What?”

“If they let you bring it home, why are you sitting here and not walking?” The words that your therapist had said rang around your head. Coupled with the frustration over the entire situation, you had opted to sit and stew in the anger. It was easier. Mentally and physically. Still, Norman was right. And if there was one person in the world that you couldn't argue with right now, it had to be Norman. That sight less gaze seemed to settle on you, his head ever so slightly tilted, listening for your reaction. You knew the signs well enough by now. “Get your things and come over.” Now, that was entirely unexpected. Realizing that he was serious, you pulled yourself up and moved to grab everything into a bag.

*******

Norman knew his house intimately, which is the reason why he chose to do it in his space rather than yours. Every uneven floor board that would cause a balance shift, which wall would easily be reached as a brace if falling down. And how to move easily through the space, forcing you to move after him. Like a game of chase. An annoying game of chase.  

But there seemed to be a method to his madness as you were starting to get the hang of movement. It wasn't just walking in a straight line. No, this was actual movement, natural in hoe you would operate day to day. There were plenty of stumbles, sending you crashing down to the hard wooden floor. But the gruff responses demanded that you get back to your feet. 

Exhaustion began to tug at the edges of your consciousness. Muscles ached and protested each movement as they strained further and further under unfamiliar stress. The stumbles became more common and that sense of anger came rushing back, but along with it an embarrassment that you weren't picking up as fast as you wanted. That you were looking like a fool in front of Norman. 

He had demanded that you attempt the stairs. Well, more like a suggestion without room for any argument. It took effort to even think at this point how to shift your weight and the movement needed to swing your leg. Norman was close this time, closer than he had been while moving throughout the house. A brace of sorts, just in case there ended up being a tumble down the stairs. 

The first step was managed well enough, the second with a little more difficulty but by the third, your body had decided that it had enough. Thankfully, you want tumbling forward instead of backwards into Norman. Your fingers scrapped against the wood of the stairs, a shaky breath taken as your throat constricted for a moment. 

“I think that's enough for today. Come on, let's get you resting.” The raspy, grizzled voice of the older man was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality at this point; grounding you in a way that let the desire to scream, to cry, to throw things fade into the background. You were tired, hurt, and angry. But the warm hands against your hips helped to guide you back to a standing position. “Think you can get back down? Or do you want the crutches?”

“Might as well try.” The stairs were narrow, so Norman couldn't stand beside you. But, he stayed in front of you despite the risk of being toppled into, hands remaining against your hips to help act as an extra brace. The stabilization actually helped as you managed to get down the two steps, nearly sagging into the wall to your left. The older man had the audacity to chuckle. You wanted to be upset about it but found that you didn't have it in you. 

“We will work more tomorrow.” 

“Norman, you don't have to…”

“I'll stop by after my morning walk with Shadow.” You knew the routine well enough after all. When the man had his mind made up, he was all but impossible to deter. It was in that moment that you realized his hands were still pressed against you. A fact that you hardly minded. They weren't moving and neither was he as he was still crowded close. The presence was both exciting and comforting. You would be a liar if you said that he hadn't felt attraction to the man, had since you had first met. But it had never seemed appropriate. 

“Okay.” Again, it was an argument that wasn't going to be winnable. His mind was set. This close, you could see the way that his lips seemed to twitch upward, the hints of a smile present. And in response, you found yourself mirroring the expression. “I'll be ready.”

“Good.” With that confirmation, he pulled you away from the wall, as if you were nothing more than a feather in his grasp, one arm sliding around your waist to help you keep your balance. “You can take it off on the couch. Do you need to do anything with it now?” 

“Gotta make sure I don't have any blisters, pressure patches, or breakdowns in the skin.” That was easy enough to focus on, even as the warmth of his body beside yours was making it difficult to focus. “I'll clean up when I get home and use the cream that they gave me.” He helped you get settled down on the couch. 

“Can I?” His hands moved forward before hesitating. You hadn't had anyone besides the doctors and nurses touch the area. You hated having to do it yourself. But, as he waited for permission, you found that you couldn't deny the request. 

Carefully, you took his hands and guided them to the prosthesis. Norman moved his hands slowly over the entire thing, kneeling beside the couch to be able to trail them down to the foot before back up, all the way up to your thigh. 

“They did a good job.” Again, the touch lingered. For a second, you swore he could hear your heart racing, the almost unsteady beat loud in your ear. The moment was far more intimate than it had a right to be. Were you reading into it too much? Maybe. Norman hadn't exactly shown all that much interest in anything more than the steady friendship that had formed between the two of you.

“Yeah.” Finally, he pulled away and inched up to settle onto the couch beside you. The entire world felt off kilter, in an entirely new way. “Yeah, it's supposed to ultimately function better than some of the older models. I didn't exactly understand the technical stuff on how the knee hinge works but I know it cost the VA a pretty penny.” 

Carefully, the process of removing it was begun. The movements were still a little foreign to you but something you were getting the hang of; eventually they had said you would be able to do it in your sleep. Norman's fingers wrapped around your forearm, squeezing lightly. Actions paused immediately, you glanced towards him, trying to determine what the touch was for. 

“Give yourself a second.” You didn't understand what he meant. “You're shaking. And I can hear the little noises of pain.” You hadn't realized that you were even making noise, and now that he had pointed it out, you could feel the tremors in your hands and arms. He had noticed it all before it had registered. 

After a few moments, the process was finished and you tucked the prosthetic in the bag, along with the sock. The skin was a little red and there were some indentations along the pressure points but overall, nothing looked worrisome or terrible. Thankfully. 

“Better?” A rush of gratitude welled up. Shadow nudged your hand on the other side and in that moment, you realized that just as you hadn't wanted Norman alone, you weren't either. Swallowing hard to push back the emotion and chalking it up to the exhaustion that you were feeling, it took a second to respond. 

“Yeah, better. Thanks, Norman.” Unable to help it, you found yourself leaning into him just a bit as you scratched Shadow behind the ear. It didn't feel like it was too much or stepping over the line after the way that Norman had been close before. Hopefully, that wasn't too bold an assumption. For a second, it may have been when he seemed to tense before you could feel him relax. The final reassurance was when his arm curled around your shoulders, an unfamiliar but incredibly comforting weight that brought a smile to your face.  

[mythicalninjas]

Hi! Idk if you’re requests are still open but!

Could you do a Donnie getting mad/having a bad day and he kinda explodes (with no reason/gratuitamente) with reader (she)? And they stay away from the lair for a while, and happy ending! (Just want heart-crushing angst with happy ending hsuahs)

(Tbh the prompt I actually thought was “Donnie was stressed and tired of being different, reader who’s autistic says they relate, so he explodes saying they don’t, how could they?” But idk if you’re ok with writing that, so I simplified it! ~I’m autistic, that’s why I thought of that~)

If my ask is to complicated or didn’t inspire you that’s tots ok! I understand! (Sorry this ask was so big too!)

Have a good day/ night! ☺️

It's okay, your prompt is amazing ☺️ Sorry for keeping you waiting for too long... I had to deal with college in the past several months.

I hope I did write the way you asked. Enjoy 💜

It was a quiet night in the lair, but that didn't reflect Donatello's internal state. The laboratory was plunged into darkness, save for the dim light of the monitors that cast dancing shadows on the walls. The frantic sound of the keyboard echoed, the only sound apart from the hum of the machines at work. Donnie was exhausted, physically and emotionally. His brain was burning with data overload, with formulas and calculations that didn't fit together as they should. It had been days of incessant research, of failed experiments, of trying to find solutions to problems that seemed to multiply.

Every mistake, every failure, was a nagging reminder that he needed to be better. He had to be better. There was no room for weakness. His brothers depended on him, the world depended on him. And the constant pressure to deliver results was starting to implode inside. Exhaustion weighed heavily on his shoulders, but he kept pushing, ignoring the body that was crying out for rest, ignoring the accumulated stress.

She entered the laboratory, as she had done so many times before. Her steps were soft, as if she were trying not to interrupt, but her presence always brought a sense of comfort that Donnie appreciated, even if he never admitted it out loud. He was so focused that he barely noticed her coming until he felt the soft touch of her fingers on his shoulder.

"Hey, Donnie..." Her voice was soft, a gentle touch to his swirling mind. "Are you all right?"

Donatello barely lifted his eyes from the monitors, trying to recalculate a complicated sequence. "I'm busy now," he muttered, his fingers still running across the keyboard.

She waited for a moment, watching the tiredness on his face. She knew that he threw himself into his work when he was frustrated or anxious, and she had learned to give him space when necessary. But now, there was something different in the air. He seemed more tense than usual, more closed off.

She let out a little sigh, hesitating before speaking again. "I know you're busy, but... maybe it's time to take a break? You've been at it for hours..."

Her touch should have been a comfort, but at that moment, something in Donnie snapped. The pressure, the frustration, the accumulated tiredness - it all blended together in an explosion of emotions that he could no longer control.

“I said I'm busy!” His voice echoed louder than he had intended. He stood up abruptly from his chair, his eyes blazing with anger, anger that wasn't hers, but which ended up being directed at her. “Don't you understand? I can't stop! If I stop, I'll fail. If I fail, everything falls apart! And you here, distracting me with… with your unimportant things!

She took a step back, shocked. The impact of his words had hit her like a punch in the gut. Never, in all the time she had known him, had he spoken to her like that. Always so calm, so controlled… but now, he seemed on the verge of collapse. Her eyes filled with tears before she could control herself, but she refused to let them fall. She didn't want to show how much it had hurt her.

“I'm sorry for… bothering you.” Her voice was low, broken, almost inaudible.

She turned quickly and left the lab before he could say anything else, before the tears flowed. Donnie stood there, his heart racing, the echo of his words still hanging in the air. For a few seconds, he remained motionless, trying to process what had just happened. Then the guilt began to set in, slow and corrosive.

He had hurt someone who had never been anything but kind to him. He had hurt her.

She walked aimlessly through the streets of New York, the cold of the night beginning to bother her, but nothing compared to the tightness in her chest. The emotional pain was much stronger than any physical discomfort. She couldn't stop thinking about his words, the tone of his voice. It was as if the Donnie she knew, the one who always cared, who listened and understood, had disappeared, replaced by someone she barely recognized.

She walked for hours, wandering around the city, trying to find some clarity amidst the confusion of feelings. Part of her wanted to understand why he had exploded like that. He was overwhelmed, that was obvious. But did that justify what he'd said? The sharp words still echoed in her mind, and she wondered if he really thought that.

While she was lost in thought, Donnie was back in the lab, but his focus had completely disappeared. The screens flashed in front of him, but he could barely see what was written. Guilt was consuming him from the inside out. He knew he had made a mistake, that he had said horrible things. The frustration he felt wasn't her fault, and yet he had taken it out on the person who least deserved it.

Finally, he got up from his chair and left the lair. He needed to find her, he needed to correct the mistake he had made. He didn't know exactly what he would say, but he knew he had to apologize, he had to make amends.

After some time, he found her. She was sitting on top of a building, her gaze lost in the horizon. The evening breeze swayed her hair, and Donnie felt his heart squeeze at seeing her so far away, so hurt. He hesitated for a moment before approaching. Each step seemed heavy, weighed down by guilt and regret.

“Hey,” he called, his voice softer than before, almost fearful.

She didn't turn around immediately, but he knew she had heard. Donnie sat down next to her, keeping a respectful distance. The silence between them was thick, full of unspoken words, but he knew he needed to speak, needed to break through that wall he himself had erected.

“I'm sorry,” he began, his voice low, sincere. “I… I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. You didn't deserve that. None of it was your fault.”

She remained silent for a few moments, and he almost thought she wouldn't answer. But then she sighed, her eyes still fixed on the city.

“Why did you do it, Donnie?” her voice was broken, and he realized how much his words had really hurt her. “I just… I just wanted to help you. And you pushed me away.”

Donnie closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of his own failings. “I know. I know you were only trying to help. And I… I was an idiot. I was frustrated, tired, and lost control. But that's no excuse for what I did.”

She finally turned her face to look at him. Her eyes were watery, but the anger had given way to a deep sadness. “You didn't have to hurt me like that, Donnie. I'm always here for you, you know that. And yet… you blew up at me, as if I was part of the problem.”

Her words dug deep into Donnie's heart. He had been the cause of her pain, and now he could clearly see the impact his actions had had. It wasn't just the momentary explosion, but what came after - the insecurity, the doubt. He needed to fix that.

Donnie swallowed, feeling small in the face of what he had caused. “I never meant to hurt you,” he said, his voice full of regret. “You're… the last person in the world I wanted to be cruel to. I was just so overwhelmed, with all the pressure of being the brains, of having to sort everything out for my brothers… And I ended up taking it out on you.”

She sighed, looking at the horizon again. “I understand that you have this responsibility, Donnie. I know how much you carry. But I was also there, trying to share that weight with you. And you pushed me away, as if I wasn't important.”

Her words pierced his heart harder than any physical attack could. She was right. He had spent so long concentrating on his own burden that he didn't realize how much she was trying to help, how much she wanted to be there for him.

“I was wrong,” he said, with more conviction this time. “I was wrong about everything. I know I can be controlling and stubborn, but I need you. I… want you by my side. You're important to me. More than I can express.”

She remained silent, absorbing his words. He moved a little closer, reaching out hesitantly and placing his hand gently on hers.

“I promise,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I promise I'll try to be better. I'll work on myself, on how I handle things, so that this doesn't happen again.”

She looked at him, her eyes finally meeting his, assessing the sincerity she saw there. And she realized that, although he had made a mistake, he was willing to do whatever it took to make it right. It was a long road, but she knew Donnie was committed to walking it.

“I want to believe that, Donnie,” she murmured, her voice still tinged with a slight pain. “I just… need some time.”

He nodded, understanding. “I understand. And I'll give you as much time as you need.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, side by side, watching the city lights. The noise of life below continued, indifferent to the emotions that filled the top of that building. But there, between them, time seemed to have slowed down, making room for reconciliation, for forgiveness.

She leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder, a small concession. He felt relief run down his spine, as if that simple gesture was proof that things would eventually be all right. He knew he was lucky - lucky that she was still there, by his side, even after everything.

Donnie wrapped his arm around her, gently pulling her closer, as if he were trying to protect her not only from the outside world, but also from himself. His heart was pounding, but this time, not out of guilt or anger, but out of gratitude. He knew he had a second chance, and he would do his best not to waste it.

They stayed there for a while longer, the silence now less heavy, more comforting. The cold night wind blew lightly, but Donnie felt the warmth of having her close again. She was still hurting, and he knew it would take time for everything to heal completely. But he was willing to wait, willing to do whatever it took to win back her trust.

Finally, she stood up slowly, and Donnie followed her. She gave him a small smile, still shy, but which warmed his heart. “Let's go home,” she said, and those words were all he needed to hear.

Together, they descended from the building and headed back to the lair. The walk back was silent, but the tension between them had eased. She didn't hold his hand, but she didn't push him away either. For Donnie, that was a start.

And he knew that, in time, they would find a way to heal - together.

*****

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[queenofmistresses]

subby velvette… she’s getting ready, or trying to, and gets really frustrated n just hates everything she tries on until she’s crying and worked up so reader comforts her and coddles her… then absolutely brutally fucks the thoughts out of her head til she’s dumb and ditzy n no longer caring about her outfit please please please n lots of dumbification cause it’s cute <333

Late night writing with no previous thoughts about it? Would you have it any other way babes? Hope you like it 😚 i tried to be mean but it’s not my strength

A/n everything they do has previous been established as okay in the relationship and everything is completely consensual. That being said- warnings: dumbification, reader slaps velvette, umm that’s all I can really think of. Not proofread!

Watching Velvette do this incessant routine every morning was honestly exhausting. Every morning she spends an hour deciding what to wear and always thinks she looks awful in all of them. She doesn’t. She looks fucking hot in all of them. And then eventually she settles on something and gets on with her work.

For some reason though, it seems to be taking a lot longer to get to that last step than usual. Her entire wardrobe is on the floor, and that’s impressive considering the size of her wardrobe. I watch her rip the last dress off and collapse on the floor as choked sobs suddenly come out of her.

I sigh and walk over to her softly, sitting on the floor next to her and pulling her onto my lap with ease. Her entire body curls into me, like she wants to be as close as she possibly can. I hold her close by the waist and stroke her hair with my other hand, letting her sob into my shoulder. It’s unusual for Vel to break down like this, this has obviously been building up for a while, with all of the stress Vox has been causing with Alastor back and Val being his usual dick self I can’t say I’m that surprised.

“Why do I look so fucking awful in everything I wear?” As she says it I realise exactly what she needs to get over this. I tug on her hair slightly, getting her to sit back slightly to look at me.

“You want my complete honesty here sweetheart?” I ask as kindly as I can. Seeing her stare up at me and nod, I smile. “You don’t look awful, you look gorgeous. But you have too much going on right now, and you’re far too dumb to handle all of it! So your stupid little brain is telling you that you look bad to try and avoid leaving to do your work.” Yes some of that is bullshit, she’s a fucking genius, but where’s the fun in that? I much prefer her dumb and stupid for me.

She sniffs and then blinks, the crying seems to have taken it out of her a bit. “You think?” She asks, and there’s an almost innocence in the way she does and it only spurs me on further.

“I know.” I correct, “You do a great job of pretending to be smart but we both know it’s not the truth. You can’t function on your own, I mean look at you! You can’t even get dressed without needing me to dry your tears.” I stroke her cheek gently before holding her chin to make sure she’s looking at me. “Quite frankly it’s pathetic how much you need me, fucking co-dependent. You’re lucky I’m so good to you.”

Apparently I made the right call, because the next thing I know she’s sat up and straddling me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders with an excited look on her face. “Uh huh you’re right mommy, I need you so fucking bad-”

I press my thumb against her lip, effectively shutting her up, and she opens her mouth, letting my thumb press against her tongue as she sucks on it. “Uh uh,” I chastise, “No more swearing for you.” She nods frantically as I press my thumb further into her mouth, watching as she practically drools over it.

I slowly pull my thumb out letting her talk again- though she doesn’t seem too pleased at the lack of something in her mouth. “Please mommy, I want you to take care of me please, I can’t do it anymore. Just want to let you take over.”

I know that a part of her actually means it, it’s not just an in the moment thing for her anymore, she really can’t handle it for much longer. And if what she wants is for me to take over her life for her, then I’m more than happy to, but that’s a discussion for another time.

“Don’t you worry my little princess, mommy’s gonna take care of everything from now on. All you need to worry about is being dumb and pretty, and letting mommy use you, okay?” She nods again, “Words baby.”

“Yes mommy, please.” She’s grinding on my lap now, her beautiful tits bouncing in my face from where she’s just wearing a bra and panties. It’s such a pretty sight, but it can only get better. I reach behind her with one hand and unclasp her bra, pulling it off her and watching her tits bounce even more. She lets out a sigh and just grinds against me even more, I know it won’t be long until she gets tired of this and needs me to take over, but it’s so pretty I let her keep trying to get herself off on me.

When I feel her slowing down, I stand up and take her with me, her legs quickly wrapping around me as she stops moving, “I didn’t say you could stop.” I look at her, raising my eyebrows as I can practically see her cheeks heat up as she nods and attempts to keep grinding against me. I can tell how humiliating it must be, especially as I can see her struggling, but I can also see how much she’s enjoying being humiliated like this. I carry her to the bedroom and lie her down on the bed, but she stays gripping onto me, desperately trying to get off on me. It’s cute. I pull her off me despite her whines of protest and begin to strip down, and get my strap on. She stops complaining once she sees that.

“You’re such a fucking whore princess aren’t you?” I tease as I bring myself onto the bed and play with her nipples, making her moan as she nods just barely. “Enjoying me telling you how fucking stupid you are? I know how much you love it when mommy takes control but this is pitiful. You’re such a needy bitch.” She practically groans at this.

I lie her down beneath me, pressing a hard kiss against her lips before trailing down to her neck. I slowly bring my hand down her body, making sure to pay attention to every part of her before my hand reaches her core. I slowly start teasing her clit, letting her close her eyes as her head leans back against the mattress, and I start to go faster.

She’s so needy it doesn’t take long to bring her close to the edge. “You better fucking ask before you cum you slut.” I practically spit at her, slowing down my assault on her swollen clit.

“Please, mommy please.” She tries but I don’t let her get away with it.

I slap her, not hard enough to leave anything permanent but the bright mark on her face is definitely hot. “That was pathetic, you ask properly or I leave you here to deal with yourself alone, is that what you want bitch?”

She starts to shake her head but quickly catches herself, “No mommy I-I don’t.” She swallows, “Please can I cum mommy? Please?” When I don’t immediately respond she quickly starts begging more, “Please mommy I’ll do anything, just wanna cum please, I’ve been so good.”

“Aw I suppose you have, haven’t you?” I rub my fingers faster against her clit watch her lose all trail of thought as she gets to the brink again and just as I can see she’s about to topple over I stop completely. “But I want you to cum on my cock baby.”

She pleads in desperation, a series of ‘please mommy’ and ‘was so close mommy’ chants leaving her pretty mouth. As she keeps talking I slide in 2 of my fingers to her mouth and watch as she starts to suck on them dutifully without a thought. I could watch that show for a very long time, but I’m in the middle of something.

I grab the lube from our side table and lather it on, making sure she won’t get actually hurt. Then I line my cock up with her pretty hole, watching it clench around nothing before I push myself inside with ease. Once I’ve given her a moment to get used to it, I pull out almost completely and slam back into her as she groans against my fingers.

As I set a fast rhythm in and out of her, I keep reminding her just how much of a slut she looks like, just how pathetic it is that she lets me do this to her.

This time when she gets to the edge I do let her cum, and fuck does she cum. When I pull out her legs are shaking and she looks so spaced out that I’d be surprised if she could form a sentence.

I clean her up with a towel and smile as she giggles at the feeling, then I lie down next to her and pull her into me, covering us in blankets and pressing a kiss to her as she dozes off

[ddejavvu]

jonathan anon again lol!!! I love him so much. how about him introducing shy!you to his mom <3 ur super nervous she won’t like you but she totally adores you

Jonathan's stepped up to slot his keys in the door, and you consider using the time he's not paying attention to you to make your escape. You could do it, beeline back to his car, hotwire it, drive off into the distance with no planned return. But then he might have to walk to school, and you don't want him to have to do that. Before you can decide to sprint anywhere, the lock clicks, and the door swings open at his push.

"Mom," He calls into the house, rather unceremoniously, which makes you nervous, "I'm home, and I brought Y/N!"

"Oh!" A voice comes from the kitchen, honey-sweet but slightly flustered, "Oh, I'll- I'll be right there!"

"Jon-!" You swat at Jonathan's shoulder, hissing at him in a panic, "You said she knew I was coming!"

"No, I said she said you could come over anytime," He corrects you, dropping his backpack on the couch, "So I brought you over today."

This is a disaster. You're now an unexpected, barely-invited guest in the Byers household, and only your boyfriend really wants you there. You've met Will a handful of times, during pick-up or drop-off or just out and about, and he seems to like you, but you're sure he doesn't want you popping up in his living room unannounced. You'd been invited for dinner by your boyfriend, but you're not sure his mother has made enough, so you're not only intruding on their life, but you're putting the extra stress of another mouth to feed on her plate, and she's going to hate you for the burden you're causing, and-

"Will you stop burning holes in the wall? That's a picture of me, you know," Jonathan scoffs, tramping over to where you'd been zoning out to panic and pulling the frame off of the wall, "You're supposed to think I'm cute."

"That's- That is cute," You wanted to respond with a lot more fire than that, due to the nature of your boyfriend's planning abilities, but admittedly, the baby photo of him in nothing but a diaper is adorable. You can see the chubby rolls of his arms and legs, and his stomach pudges out in a round shape you're sure his mother kissed a thousand times.

"-but this is not fair to your mom! She probably didn't make enough, and now I look rude for showing up unannounced, and-"

"She always makes more than enough," He assures you, setting the picture frame down on the table and taking your hands in his. He has a way of looking at you while he speaks that calms the frantic beating of your panicked heart, and you let yourself get lost in his comforting aura for a moment. "She makes one giant meal on Monday nights, then we eat the leftovers until Sunday. Your one portion will not destroy the fabric of the household, Y/N."

"But it'll be one less portion for someone else," You fret, and you know his resulting glare is meant kindly.

"Will has a bad habit of sneaking into the kitchen for midnight meals. You'll just be preventing me from waking up to hear the microwave at one in the morning, babe. You're doing everyone a favor, here. Plus, my mom really wants to meet you. She bugs me every day about bringing you here, just because you're unexpected doesn't mean you're unwanted. Okay?"

You hear frantic footsteps from the kitchen, and nod before she has a chance to catch you in a freak-out, "Okay, Jon, okay."

"Okay." He grins at you, turning in sync with you just in time to see Joyce round the corner out from the kitchen, stuffing an apron onto the counter that she's clearly just taken off.

Her face lights up when she sees you, especially when she notices that Jonathan still has one of your hands in his own. She rushes for a hug, gushing "Hello!", and you're happy to let her engulf you in her embrace.

"Hi," You return just as enthusiastically, if not a little nervous, "Hi, I- I hope I'm not intruding."

You ignore the way Jonathan huffs out a sigh at your near-apology.

"No! No," Joyce pulls back from the hug, keeping her hands on your shoulders and shaking her head, a deep frown over her features, "No honey, not at all! I mean," She brightens, eyes wide, "I was really starting to think he'd made you up, or something! I mean I've been asking for ages, I- I was starting to worry." She concludes, a little drearily. Jonathan had admitted that he was nervous to bring you over in case you were expecting something better, something nicer, something newer, but a newer house with newer contents wouldn't hold the memories you see so plainly here, and you look around to admire the photos displayed.

"It's wonderful here," You promise, feeling Joyce's hands drop to your own and squeeze, "I've never seen baby pictures of Jonathan."

"Oh, I have a bunch." She grins, and Jonathan pales beside you.

"She's seen one!" He attempts to diffuse her excitement, "The- the one on the wall, mom. She's seen me in a diaper, isn't that enough?"

"No, she needs to see you in your Donald Duck Halloween costume," She insists, "After dinner- we're having spaghetti, honey, I hope that's okay." She cuts herself off to peer worriedly at you, and you nod vigorously.

"Oh, great! Okay, after dinner, I'll get the photo albums down, alright? And we can make fun of him," She looks far too eager to tease her son, "Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great," You laugh, at the same time Jonathan groans the opposite.

"Oh, stop," She swats at his chest, "You get to see her all the time, now let me take over."

"Not if you're gonna embarrass me!" Jonathan gripes, turning to you, "Y/N, don't hold my preschool drawings against me. I've gotten better with time, I swear."

"He hasn't," Joyce stage-whispers to you, then gushes to Jonathan, "Of course you have, sweetheart."

She's tugging you off to the dinner table without another word, and you glance back with a grin at Jonathan who looks half-mortified and half-fond.

"Now, sit," She pulls a chair out at the table for you, "And talk, I wanna know everything about you!"

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim (Bonus) Med 4x5

You can read the rest of the series here

Well, my Monday was a shitshow. If any of your day was as shitty as mine, I hope this shiny new chapter makes you feel better! I might have to back off on my posting to once a week- so don’t be alarmed. I’ve just been busy and I’m trying to curb my burnout. <3

Jay's mood is stormy when he gets back to his apartment. He had left straight from work when he found out the FBI had decided to have Will bug the Burks house. Jay had gone to keep his older brother in line and out of trouble.

Kim had offered to go with him but he dismissed her, telling her he would meet her back at his apartment and they would catch up on Blind Love with a cheeky smile. She corrected him as she always did- “Love is blind”. She swore he messed up the name on purpose to make a point. Kim also knew he didn’t hate the show half as much as he pretended. His commentary showed how invested he was easily spilling off names and hounding men for being assholes to the women.

Kim heard the door close from where she was in the bathroom. She starts down the hallway, “Did you two work out your issues?”

“What issues?” Jay was bent over unlacing his boots. He looks up to level her with an even look. Kim could see the stress in his features. Jay looked like he had just spent hours in the interrogation room with a perp that had been worked hard but was giving nothing but sass and unhelpful commentary.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Jay rolled his eyes at her but a self-deprecating smile was tugging at his lips. He grabbed her face pulling her in for a kiss. “I’m just glad to be home. How about some popcorn to go with our trash TV?”

“With Bacon?” Kim’s brown eyes lit up with the thought of one of Jay’s specialty popcorns. He traces her jaw with his thumb. Jay was happy that after a night of sleep, Kim’s anger about him punching Ruzek had dissipated. She had been a little distant the last three days but as he promised things at work had cooled. Ruzek and him had slipped back into a comfortable truce.

“I think I could be persuaded.” Jay stole another couple of gentle pecks. Kim's phone starts ringing. “I’ll start on it.” He gave her one more kiss before she answered her phone. Jay had only just gotten to the kitchen and put the pan on the stove when he heard Kim’s frantic voice calling his name. He skittered around the corner to see Kim, her face pale. “Kim, what’s wrong?”

“I have to go to the hospital.”

Jay drives back to Med for the second time that day. Zoey had called Kim in tears telling her that Nicole had fallen down the stairs and they were in the ambulance en route to the hospital. He drops Kim off at the door and then goes around to park his truck. When he strides in a flash of painful memories of his father's death crashes over him like a wave before he can push it back.

He sees the mop of red curls before he registers his older brother heading his way. He wasn’t in the mood or the time to have another argument. “Not now Will.” Will holds his hands up showing he came in peace.

“I just talked to Ethan about Nicole. It looks like she has a broken arm. We think from trying to catch herself when she started to fall. Kim is in with her.” Jay gave him a nod before starting to head towards the room. “Jay,” He paused turning back to his brother, “She was completely trashed. Well over a safe alcohol limit and then some. And I’ll say it seems like she has been drinking heavily for some time.”

Jay sighs heavily scrubbing his hand down his face. Kim had been trying unsuccessfully to reach out to her older sister for weeks. He knew how much she had been trying to help and how awful every time an attempt failed. “Okay, thanks, Will.” Jay took a breath trying to figure out how to approach what to do next.

“One more thing.” Will gestured to the doctor's lounge. “I took Zoey into the lounge to give her some time to process everything. She was a mess when she got here. I didn’t want her to have to deal with the hustle of the ED or the waiting room.”

“Thanks, man,” Will nodded putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder squeezing it comfortingly. When the young girl had come in with her mother it had taken him a minute to realize who they were. It was only when Maggie had offered to call someone for her and Zoey said she had already called her aunt Kim that it had clicked into place.

“She’s family,” Will stated simply. Jay stalled in indecision for only a moment before heading to the lounge to check on Zoey. She had looked up at him with bloodshot eyes before shooting to her feet and scrambling into his arms. Her hot tears soaked through his shirt as her arms locked around his waist.

“I got you, kid.”

Jay talked to Kim and offered to take Zoey to get some food while she waited for her sister to get her cast on. She had thanked him and he had led a hesitant Zoey out. Will had caught them as they were leaving and tempted Zoey with the diner they had gone to as kids cleverly called The Diner. He boasted of the best milkshakes and loaded cheese fries. Zoey had given him a strained smile as she agreed.

Even with the strain between the Halstead brothers they always came through for each other when it mattered. It was why Jay had been vigilant about all of Will’s CI responsibilities. He wanted to make sure Will was as safe as possible and kept himself from unintentional get in trouble or in too deep with the FBI. It was why Will had come over like clockwork for months after Erin had blown out of town. Quietly and unobtrusively checking on his younger brother as he struggled with his heartbreak.

They all ordered milkshakes and an appetizer of loaded fries. The boys ordered burgers and Zoey ordered tenders. The food was amazing as promised but Zoey picked at her food. Her stomach was rolling with anxiety. The two didn’t force her to talk or pepper with her questions. They let her sit in silence and drink sluggishly on her chocolate shake. Years later when she had to write an essay about found family for a college assignment she would use this night as an example of why family wasn't blood deep.

The time passed in a blur to her. She barely remembered Jay ushering her back into his truck. When he parked, she felt a dull pang of surprise to find herself outside of an apartment complex instead of back at the hospital. When he unlocks the door and she walks in she takes in the neutral color palate and organized but minimalistic style. It had the makings of a bachelor's pad but as she sinks into the plush couch, she decides it doesn’t matter.

Jay returns a few minutes later with a bottle of water for each of them. “Kim is still with your mom. They are figuring some stuff out. So, you are going to stay here for the night and we will figure the rest out in the morning. Does that sound okay kiddo?” She gives a small nod. He offers the remote to her. “How about you pick something to watch while I find something for you to sleep in? I think Kim has some pajama pants here.” Her hand closes around the hard plastic as he rises off the couch.

He was starting down the hallway when she started shakily, “It’s been going on for months now.” He pauses coming to sit back down on the couch with her. “The drinking. It was strange. At first, I thought she was doing better- getting over everything. I- I didn’t even know she had been drinking at first. It all spiraled so quickly. I’m- I’m so sorry. I should have told Aunt Kim. This is my fault.” Her dark eyes dropped to her lap rotating the remote in her hands anxiously.

“Hey, this is not your fault kiddo.” Zoey pressed her lips together tears still in her eyes. “It’s not your job to take care of your mom, okay Zoey?” Her dark eyes held her disbelief, her guilt plainly for anyone to see. Her bottom lip trembled as shaky breaths came out of her lips.

“Everything is going to be okay right?” Her voice cracked as she spoke. Her words were quiet and disheartened. Jay pulled her back into another hug, trying to give her some stability as her world continued to spin.

“Yeah, I know it’s hard but try not to worry.”

Kim walked into the dark apartment. It is late, and she is exhausted. She notices Zoey passed out on the couch. Kim’s favorite blanket draped across her and the TV still playing The Nightmare Before Christmas. Kim wants to smile at the knowledge that no matter her age it was still her comfort movie. Smiling right now seems impossible so she settles for watching the "What this?" song play on the screen. Her brain blissfully flatlining.

She heard the soft padding of feet as Jay entered the living room. He opens his arms wordlessly and she walks into them leaning into him in exhaustion. The two of them couldn’t seem to catch a break this year. The saying “when it rains it pours” hitting just a little too close to home. “She agreed to go to rehab. We checked her in tonight.”

[cookies-and-music]

Ghost. - part 8: Atonement.

This chapter's musical suggestion is either What was I made for? or Ocean Eyes, both by Billie Eilish (couldn't decide).

Part 1 here - part 9 here.

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

"Mobius, you don't understand, we found him. The man at the end of time." Loki ran a frantic hand through his hair, pacing in circles in the hallway. "We fought, and-"

"Loki."

The voice didn't come from Mobius. Loki turned and saw Lydia at the end of the hallway, with a hand over her mouth and wide, moist eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Lydia?" Loki tilted his head to the side before being pulled in different directions, as if he had become some sort of mush.

"Loki!" She cried, crossing the hallway towards him before he disappeared... and reappeared shortly after.

"What was that?" Lydia looked bewilderedly from Mobius to Loki, who shook their heads without responding, implying that they didn't even know. "Are you okay?"

"It's not as bad as it looks," Loki moved his neck to loosen it.

"You need help" Mobius grabbed his arm, beginning to walk, and Lydia positioned herself on Loki's other side. Her proximity made Loki tense; he wanted to tell her that she was a damn traitor, but there would be time for that later. He wouldn't be able to speak if he kept disappearing without completing a sentence.

"Does it look that bad?" he asked them.

"Noo..."

"Absolutely not..."

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"Hey," Lydia approached Loki, leaning on a railing to observe the landscape of the TVA citadel.

He turned towards her but didn't respond, looking back outside.

"I got you this" she handed him a takeaway cup with tea. "I'm not sure if you like it; I might have put too much sugar." As she prepared it, Lydia realized that it had always been him taking care of her, with small gestures like bringing her a hot drink when she was stressed.

Loki glanced from the cup to her before grabbing it with a nod and returning his gaze to the citadel.

Lydia mimicked him, taking a deep breath and a sip of coffee, hoping it would give her the courage she lacked at that moment.

"I'm glad you and Mobius managed to solve the problem of... you know... the disappearing act."

"Yeah."

"Yeah," Lydia looked down at her shoes and took another deep breath.

"I wanted to apologize" she turned to him.

Loki finally looked at her, furrowing his brows.

"You... you were right about me. I was wrong, I turned my back on you in the name of what I thought was my duty and my ambition." Lydia took a deep breath, evidently, just looking at him was enough to take her breath away.

"I'm a soldier, Loki. I'm given a mission, and I execute it, and for me, that's all there is. But in doing so, I lost a piece of my humanity, with every manipulation and every lie. It's true, I hurt you while you've always been a friend to me." She mustered the courage to look him in the eyes, but it failed her. "And for that, I apologize. I don't know if you can forgive me or trust me again-"

"Lydia."

She fell silent.

"It's been a long time."

“Has it?" Lydia tilted her head.

"For me, yes. A lot of things happened..."

It wasn't clear to her what he meant, as for her, it had been a couple days, or at least she thought, but she figured his words to do with his time jumps, or with the multitude of events he had experienced.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Loki saw that her face had a guilty expression, similar to the one he had seen on his own for several days, when he had believed her dead, before meeting her at the TVA. The expression of someone confessing their sins to a ghost.

"You sold me and Sylvie out to Renslayer to satisfy your ambition and quench your anger," Loki spoke calmly, as if he were just stating facts, and Lydia couldn't find anything to say in response, lowering her eyes under the weight of the truth.

Loki observed this too, before continuing. He was hurt by her, of course, but deep down, he felt he understood the feelings that had driven her and the weight of the consequences it carried.

"But I suppose I'm the last one who can condemn such things" he sighed to himself.

"I don't know if I can trust you again, but if it's forgiveness you seek" Loki captured her gaze with his "then consider it granted."

Lydia let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, captivated by his blue gems, and smiled at him, miming a "thank you" with her mouth. He nodded.

Lydia leaned on the railing next to Loki, and both took a sip of their respective hot drinks, savoring the silence for a few minutes.

"Would you mind telling me what happened down there, with... Sylvie?"

Loki moistened his lips before beginning. "We found him. The man at the end of time. We fought, and she pushed me through a time door."

"Why?" Lydia felt like she was missing a step.

"She betrayed."

A second passed.

"Well, clearly, you have a type."

That was not funny, but Loki laughed anyway.

Our boy is back, as promised. Gotta go fix my hair now, tomorrow it's monday and I have a real job, as a functional adult. Have a nice week everyone!

As usual, don't forget to like, comment and everything else.

[nagisa-666]

《Itadori! F! Reader x Tokyo Revengers》

《CROSSPOSTED TO WATTPAD!》

《WARNINGS!: copied some things from the manga, slight fluff, humorous behavior, Mikey kind of being creepy, curse words, mentions of violence, slight mention of death, crossover jjk x tr.》

"(Name)! Guess what? You'll be going to Shibuya! There's a curse in Mizu middle school, so you're gonna have to pretend to be a third-year, lol!" Gojo said enthusiastically, throwing up a peace sign as (Name) stood up quickly in shock, face pale and mouth opened to let out a surprised yell.

"Ehh?! Gojo-senei, what?!" (Name) sputtered, waving her arms around frantically while Gojo laughed wildly, throwing his head back before taking in a deep breath and grinning.

"Yup! Those oldies let me finally give you your own mission! Since it's supposed to be just a small curse, I just packed your bag for a few days and deposited ¥200,000 (€1,282.00, $1,441.85) into your bank account! I already rented an apartment for the month too! Just call me when you're done and I'll come to get you when I can!" Gojo chuckled wildly, throwing luggage at the strong girl before grabbing her and teleporting to a car with a driver, throwing her in and waving goodbye as (Name) put her hands on the winds, getting handprints everywhere as she stared at him with disbelief before cryimg out in disbelief.

"GOJO-SENSEIIIIII!" Was heard, slowly fading out with the distance of the car.

"YO! My name is Itadori (Name)! I like girls like Jennifer Lawrence! Nice ta meetcha all! Hope we all get along!" (Name) grinned, her sentence shocking her temporary classmates before some laughed.

"Alright, class, settle down. Today, we'll be learning about..." The unimportant teacher said, before beginning to talk about some history and shit.

'Coming back to a normal school... It feels so weird...'

'Pink hair?'

"Yo! You're Hanagaki, right? I need to talk to you for a few minutes, kay?" (Name) grinned, putting her hand in the blonds shoulder, ignoring how he noticeably jumped, slowly turning his head to look at her with a pale face.

"H-huh..? Oh, yeah... Okay..." He said hesitantly, nodding his head as (Name) grinned bigger.

"Great! It won't take long at all!" She said, putting her hand down before getting a blank face and looking to the side of him.

'For a curse to be this big made by one person... How depressed is this guy?' (Name) thought, putting her hands into the sweater she had on. Typically, when a curse is made by just one person, it's tiny, practically fitting into the palm of your hand, but this guy had a curse the size of a growing Saint Bernard. She had seen it a few days ago, following the blond and sometimes even hanging off his shoulders, muttering something about saving 'Hina', and while she tried to talk to him, someone was always pulling either him or her away. She had already got the other small curses in the school, having stayed behind once with the excuse of waiting to know the school better.

"So, Hanagaki. Have you or your girlfriend been feeling stressed or terrified by something? I can recommend a doctor, she'll help you out. You seem very tense." (Name) started lightly, eyes crinkling as she grinned happily, though the marks under her eyes caught the males eyes.

"H-huh?! Uh, no! Not at all! Tests have just made me jumpy, haha!" Hanagaki attempted to say, though once (Name) lost her smile, he quickly stopped.

"... Hanagaki, do you know anyone that can see 'ghosts'?" She said blandly, eyes basically looking into his soul while he shit himself.

"U-uhm... Not that I know of..." He stuttered, acting like a fucking weirdo in front of an upperclassman.

"Mhm... Well. Do you want a message, Hanagaki? Your shoulders are the worst." (Name) said, eyeing something on his shoulder closely, which made the blond look too.

'That curse... I need to get it!'

"Uh... I have a girlfriend." The blonde said blankly, making the girl tilt her head curiously.

"..? What about it? You need a message, it's like you're just dragging your head around. It's kinda sad." She said blandly, lowkey making the blond sad with an arrow through his heart, labeled 'sad'.

"... Sure. My neck hurts anyway." He said, both sitting on the stairs, though (Name) sat behind him, beginning to knead his shoulders while keeping a close eye on the curse, slowly inching closer and coating her hand in cursed energy.

Hitting a pressure point in his neck, (Name) knocked the blond out quickly and grabbed the small curse, exorcising it swiftly before she sighed, grabbing her phone out and pulling up Gojo's number to call him.

"Yo, Gojo! Got all the curses! I'm able to go back now, right?" She said, voice bland before she paled.

"Huh? Huh?! Wait, what do you mean I gotta stay for a month?!"

'Oh man... My shoulders feel so much better... Itadori-san works miracles... Wait... ITADORI-SAN-'

"Oh, you're finally awake! Thought you were gonna be asleep forever! Y'know, your phones' been buzzing for a couple minutes now. Think you should answer." She said, smiling as though she wasn't just losing her mind.

Turns out, due to recent spikes in gang activity, curses were beginning to spawn rapidly. So, until someone else (like Megumi, her best friend, or Nobara, her other best friend who would just make fun of her,) could come.

"H-huh? Oh! Thanks Itadori-san! See ya later!" Hanagaki said, getting up quickly and grabbing his phone from his pocket, bringing it up to answer the call.

.

.

.

Forgetting his schoolbag.

Dumbass.

"Hanagaki! Yo! Hanagaki?! Your schoolbag! Where are you?! Your girl said you hang out around here!.. HANAGAKI!!! COME GET YOUR SCHOOLBAG!!" (Name) shouted around, hoping that the blond would hear and pop up in a hurry. Hey, there's a sale at her favorite supermarket! She just wants to get ingredients for dinner tonight!

"Hey! Whatchu doing around these parts, girly?! Doncha know that this is Tokyo Manji territory?!" Three random ass delinquents popped up, one blond, one with brown hair, and one with black.

Toasty ass motherfuckers.

"I'm looking for a schoolmate! He left his bag behind and I wanna give it back to him!" She pouted aggressively, before the black haired delinquent paused and just told her a really smart idea.

"... Why don't you just wait for tomorrow? I mean, you'll give it back in time for classes, right?"

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You can tell that (Name) didn't really think about it.

"Oh yeah! Sorry. Seeya!" She said, dots for eyes as she turned around and began to walk away, before the piss haired blond finally came, running down stairs with another light haired blond following him.

"Wait! Itadori-san, wait! You got my schoolbag?!" He said, panting heavily while the other blond just watched.

"Well, yea. I mean, when you woke up you kinda just left. I think you left your girlfriend behind too. That's fucked up man. Do better. Be better." She said, still having dots for eyes as she stared at the blond with heavy judgement. Well, before she looked at the other blond briefly and widened her eyes.

'How can a person have a curse that big?! What kinda fucked up childhood did he have?!'

'... I want to kill him.'

'Yeah, yeah, shut up Sukuna.'

"Hanagaki, can I get your number? To be honest, I kinda need help with homework and my classmates are douches. Or, if you have someone that could tutor me, can you give me their number?" (Name) stalled, eyes finally normal as she sweat dropped, looking away nervously as the other blond gazed at her with intense eyes. Fucking weirdo.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I can give you my girlfriends number. She's the smart one, so she'll probably be able to help. Wait. Aren't you a third-year though?" Hanagaki said, pulling out his phone before he questioned her, an eyebrow raising at the pink haired girl as he paused.

"Yeah... Well to be honest, my grandpa died a few months ago so I wasn't able to actually go to school. Cuz of that, now I don't know what I'm studying. Plus, I'm kinda dumb." She said, nervously smiling as the blonds stared heavily, one's eyes were intense and the others had pity. Dammit. One reason she didn't want to tell anyone.

"What about your parents?" The other blond finally spoke up, deciding not to be quiet anymore.

"Oh, they died a long time ago. It was just me and my pops for a couple of years." She replied blankly, lips pursed and looking away uncomfortably. The other delinquents were still there. Just. Standing there. Being fucking weirdos.

"... I like you. How about you be my girl?" Intense eyes finally spoke, smiling now as his eyes became crescents.

"..? No? Hanagaki, can you show me the number?" (Name) said blankly before she looked at Hanagaki, bringing her phone out to copy the number which he gave to her with shock.

"Alright. Welp, see ya tomorrow! Tell your girlfriend I'll text her!" She shouted as she walked off, waving her hand with a wide grin before bringing it down.

"Neh, Takemitchy... Your friend is funny."

'I should message Itadori-san when we should meet up. She's probably sitting around watching TV or reading manga again...' Hina thought, bringing out her phone and clicking on (Name)'s icon.

"Uhm... Excuse me... Do you... Know Itadori?"

"Wait! So this was you just half a year ago?! Incredible! How'd you do it?" Hina asked, stars in her eye as she stared at an old photo of (Name) and Yoko standing together, as if it was a graduation photo. (Name) was standing a few feet away from Yoko, who looked visibly different from the current her.

We love Yoko in this house.

"Oh, well, you know, I grew a bit, and because of the stress of moving and a new environment, I just... Lost weight..." Yoko said, trailing off sheepishly while she rubbed the back of her head with one hand, eyes closed as Hina smiled happily.

"Actually, that day was the only day I managed to gather the courage to ask her for a photo... I actually wanted to ask for her number and stuff too... But since I was moving to Tokyo, I didn't think it mattered in the end..." Toko blushed, clasping her hands together as she averted her eyes to look at them.

"When I saw her earlier, I thought that maybe since I changed... I could muster the courage to..." She trailed off again, though this time Hina had a shocked face.

"Oh. So it's like that?" Hina said, in a serious tone as she looked at Yoko with intense eyes.

"Mm. It's like that." Yoko repeated, eyebrows furrowing as she nodded.

The two girls sat across from each other in a cafe, faces deadly serious as they looked at each other. Before Yoko laughed, the two of them easing up as they ordered some desserts.

"To be honest, I don't know her all that well. But I can call my boyfriend, I think he knows her better than me, to be honest." Hina said sheepishly, pulling out her phone to call Takemichi while Yoko blushed.

"Okay... Um, you wouldn't know if anyone likes-" Yoko began, before getting cut off by Hina laughing.

"Sorry, sorry! Yeah, there is someone who likes her, but she doesn't like him in the slightest. In fact, I think she just thinks of him as a sibling." Hina chuckled, waiting until Takemichi answered while Yoko blushed again, looking down sheepishly in embarrassment.

"Wait, so she likes Itadori-san?" Takemichi asked, pointed at a sheepish Yoko while Hina grinned, nodding happily.

"Yep! Do you know what kind of people she likes?" Hina asked, making Takemichi think hard about what he heard about the older girl.

"Hm... I think I heard her say she likes tall girls..." Takemichi said, lost in thought while Yoko and Hina looked at each other with serious faces, high fiving each other before taking a quick drink of their beverages, acting as though they were out drinking.

"I'll tell her to come here now!" Hina said, taking her phone out quickly and messaging (Name).

"Alright!" Yoko shouted, nodding swiftly with a serious face.

Hina🍀

(Shared Location)

Come

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Itadori💪

Why

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Hina🍀

Come

-2:13

Itadori💪

Okay

-2:14

"So, why did you want me?" (Name) asked, suddenly popping up out of nowhere while Hina and Takemichi jumped, before she glanced at Yoko.

'Wait! I haven't told her about Yoko! She doesn't know that she looks different!-' Hina thought, making up a scenario where Itadori looks at Yoko, asking who she was before Yoko runs off crying.

"ITADORI! THIS IS-" Hina shouted, looking panicked before (Name) interrupted her.

"Hm? Oh, hey Yoko. Haven't seen ya in a while... What a big world..." (Name) murmured, holding a bag of toys and random fidgets, Hina and Takemichi holding up papers with a huge 10 on them, before Yoko looked at her with teary eyes.

'That's right... It wasn't ever about my weight...'

"Hey, Itadori! If you had to like someone, who would it be?"

"Hm... Ozawa."

"Huh? Why her? She's fat."

"Huh? But y'know, the way she eats and writes and stuff..."

"It's really elegant."

"I thought you like tall girls with big butts! Haha!"

"That's different! It's hard to eat fish properly! It's super impressive to do that!"

[aureliqs]

Always there to help

pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x y/n

content: fluff, angst, light descriptions of wounds, blood, violence and pain

summary: Peter has already been acting weird all week, even weirder than usual. Y/n decided to ignore it in the hopes of Peter just having a stressful week. As y/n was peacefully sleeping on a weekend night she awoke in a shock. Someone was frantically knocking on her window. Was she about to be robbed, or even worse?

I awoke in terror. What is that noise. Is someone trying to brake in? As my eyes had slightly adjusted to the darkness around me, I could make out a silhouette on my window. How can someone be at my window on the fifth floor, and why my window out of all of them. „Okay calm down“ I’m thinking to myself while I try to slow my breathing. I can’t use hyperventilation right now. Why is my week this shitty?

I stand up from my bed and creep my way to the window for a good look, while trying to not get the intruders attention. As I’m trying to make out their face, I notice a big scratch along their cheek, that is dripping blood. Wait… he seems so familiar…

Then the realisation hit. It’s Peter. As my eyes scanned him further I recognised what he was wearing. A spider suit ? This has to be a bad bad joke.I rush to the window to let him. He needs help, and I need answers.

I slide up my old wooden window, and I just see Peter leaning against the wall, heavily breathing while sliding in and out of consciousness.

“Peter…Peter are you alright?!” I say while I touch his shoulder. Peter is slowly drifting back to consciousness, but he seems very breathless. I can hear his heart pounding, as if he has just run for his life. His breathing is so heavy his chest is heaping up and down. The wounds kind off solidify that guess of mine. Whatever was after him definitely nearly got him, and it wasn’t just a round of playing catch.

All Peter can mutter is a “mhhhh”, while he is falling into my room as he can’t hold himself up anymore. “Peter hold on, we’re gonna lay you down” I say to him, as I swing his arm around shoulder and heap him to my bed. He is really heavy, and his weight is nearly crushing me. As I lay him down he nearly faints again. I shake him a bit to make him stay with me.

I sit down next to him. “How are you feeling?”, to which he just mutters a “I …I’m fine I just need a moment… or several”, along with a slight chuckle. Even on the brink of fainting he’s still being sarcastic, which makes me grin a bit. That means he can’t be to bad off, or at least lethally injured. He’s been acting so weird all week, but I didn’t expect being Spider-Man was the culprit behind it all.

I use my time to scan Peter further. I can’t see anything wrong with the spider suit, except for a slightly bloody scratch on his back. As for bruises, I can’t say due to the suit coverage. The scratch on his right cheek looks quite rough, and is still bleeding, and he’s got some dirt on his face. I should take care of that in a second. As I was getting lost in my own thoughts, Peter began to mutter something again…

“Listen y/n.. I am so so sorry I dragged you into …” Peter was still so breathless, he took a tremendous breath and continued.

“This…”

“ I am so sorry I dragged you into all of this..this”

His voice was shivering so much, I could hear the guilt, regret and desperation in it. I was almost tearing up. Seeing Peter like this was heartbreaking. I did have feelings for him, I still do. I was just kind off giving up on it at this point. All the random disappearances, the quit bad lays to cover up something, I just didn’t know what, and his constant state of stress. I was just loosing my hopes. I didn’t even know what could be behind it, but I certainly didn’t except the reason would be him being Spider-Man.

I put my arm around Peter and hugged him. The last thing he needs right now is guilt. “Peter… please don’t worry about it… you and your health are more important right now than anything…”

“I don’t know why I deserve you. I never wanted to drag you into any of this. I .. just didn’t know where to go. My aunt can’t know, she just can’t. I’ve never been injured like this before ….”. I interrupted Peter, before he could go on rambling.

“It’s alright. Calm down, breathe and I’m gonna get you some first aid. We’re in luck my Mom’s on her work trip”. Peter laid down since I went on my quick search for first aid. Thank god Peter crashed here when my Moms on her work trip. I wouldn’t want to deal with that. I’ve found our old and not really up to date first aid kid, which will be enough.

I’ve approached my room again, and Peter looked much calmer already. I can barely hear his heavy breathing anymore. “Peter can you please sit up. I need to disinfect your wounds. Let’s start with your back”. Peter sat straight up without protest or saying anything. I could quit nearly feel his head rumbling with thoughts about what to do or even just say now, but I thought I might give him some peace. It must be very hard for him right now.

As I tapped the disinfectant onto his back Peter flinched and I could hear him trying to quit himself. “Are you alright?” I ask.

“Yeah yeah, I love the burning sensation of alcohol on my back” as he bit his lower lip in agony. As soon as I started I was finished with the wound on his back.

“Peter …please turn around…”. Now about the hard part for me. We still haven’t talked about what just happened, and why it happened …and everything else. After Peter started acting even weirder than usual, and I thought I couldn’t put up with it anymore…I lost hope. I loved the tension between us and now … I feel like the tension is coming back. Why is all of this so complicated.

As I am looking into Peters eyes I remember why I am in love with him. These deep brown eyes, that are filled with more compassion and kindness than stars in the universe. “As I am holding the disinfectant I open my mouth to speak but don’t. I don’t know what to say. Peter is doing the exact same thing. It’s been ages since we’ve just looked at each other.

“Y/n…” Peter begins but then pauses. Peter is still lost for words. “I’m Spider-Man, alright I’m just stating the obvious here” he stops himself and chuckles.

“I’m gonna be all honest with you now. It’s all on the table… I owe you an apology. I tried nothing but to keep you safe, but I shouldn’t have neglected you like that. I need to stop Lizard… I mean Dr. Connor. He mutated himself and he has big plans. I’ve been after him all week. He’s a huge threat. I don’t know his exact plan just yet, but it’s something about mutating all of New York. I’ve located him and tried to look what he’s up to. Before I could leave he noticed me, and I had to flee. It was so close. For a moment I thought this was it… but it wasn’t. I didn’t know where else to go.”

Peter’s eyes began to tear up. “I didn’t want you to be a part of this y/n… this freak show. Now it is too late for that. Please promise me you’ll stay out of it. Stay safe. For me…please”. As he was saying it, he took my hand, and moved his thumb over my palm. All my resentment and hurt was blown away by that. Sure, it is a lot to take in. Your potential boyfriend being Spider-Man wasn’t on my list of expectations or reasons for his behaviours. He was being so honest with his feelings right now, and he told me the truth of what happend to him tonight. I am just so glad he isn’t hurt. I tighten my grip on his hand.

“Peter…I understand… I’ve been hurt about how you have treated me. I didn’t know what was behind it. I understand… how unbelievably stressed you must have been. Well, you being Spider-Man wasn’t really my first go to thought. To be honest with you.. I thought you’ve just lost interest in me and tried to ghost me in a way…”

“Y/n… “ Peter took a moment to think. “Thank you for being this understanding really. I trust you a lot. I wouldn’t have come to you otherwise.”

“I really appreciate that” I gave back. “Youre gonna stay here tonight. You need to rest… before you end that lizard thingy.”

“Thank you…” Peter replied. I’ve noticed we’ve pretty much said everything that needed to be said, so it was time for his wound. I gently tap the disinfectant onto his right cheek, to which he flinches again. After I’m done I stand up, go to my drawer and find him some oversized sweatpants and shirt that hopefully fit.

Peter changed into his my clothes which were fitting but one could see it wasn’t really the size he should be going for. Peter stilled to think, and then proceeded to say “I’ll sleep in your living room couch if your mom is gone anyways.”

“…actually, you can stay with me if you want”

“Is that really okay?” Peter looked at me quit shocked.

“Yes please… I was so scared when I saw you like that… and it was quite a lot to take in. Please stay… for my sake” I felt myself growing a bit red from embarrassment.

Peter smiled slightly, and made his way to my bed. “It’s really sweet that you want me to stay with you.”

As we both laid down on my bed, faces opposite of each other, we just stared at one another. I could feel myself drifting to sleep gain…

“Y/n?”

“Yeah…” I more off yawned then said.

“I’ve missed you … a lot”

“I’ve missed you too, Pete. Good night”

“Good night y/n, thank you for everything”

I’ve drifted to sleep very fast, and I’m sure Peter did too after this whole lizard disaster. I’m glad I’ve got him back in my life again.

Let me know what y’all think. Feedback and prompt are happily seen in my inbox <3

[bunysliper]

Fic prompt- the “how did you not lose hope” scene, after the hug/cuddle on the edge of the bed Caskett share an intimate moment. Kissing, making love, etc. you pick!

Hi Anon! I hope you like this.

Dismantle. Repair.

The silence stretches on long enough that he begins to think she's fallen asleep. Not that he would blame her; from everything he's seen – everything he knows about Beckett (and oh, does his heart throb hard against his sternum when he thinks about being the reason for her dogged determination) – she probably hasn't slept more than a couple hours a night since the last time they perched together on this bed. The two nights before they were supposed to be married.

They're supposed to be married right now. Hell, they should've been married for two months at this point. Instead, he holds his fiancée's slumped form against his chest as she sniffles quietly and reacclimates to having him beside her again.

She shouldn't have to reacclimate to his presence.

The sigh slips out of his mouth before he can manage to trap it and quash his disappointment.

"What?" Kate asks, her head snapping up from his chest, on alert immediately. "What's wrong?"

The frantic edge to her voice cleaves his heart in two; his partner, fiancée – wife, damn it she should be his wife – is so damn resilient, but she shouldn't have to be. She shouldn't have to shove her own despair away to worry about his.

"Nothing," he manages, pushing her hair – now so much shorter than it was before – behind her ear. "I'm okay. Nothing hurts-" physically anyway "-everything's… as okay as it can be."

She exhales, nodding. Still, her hand lands on his shoulder, tentatively brushing against his collarbone through his robe. There's more on her mind, he can tell, but she purses her lips instead and does exactly what Kate Beckett always has when she doesn't want to bare her soul to someone: she focuses on something else.

"You should get some rest," she says, straightening up. Her hand swipes over her face, clearing any remaining tears before he can brush his own knuckles over her cheeks.

"I think we could both use some," he says, glancing back at the pillows in careful suggestion and no small amount of invitation.

He wouldn't blame her if she decides to sleep elsewhere, but honestly, it might just rip another piece of his heart from his chest if she does.

"Yeah," she says, blowing a long breath out. "Yeah, we could."

It's agreement enough for him and he wastes no time in getting up, killing the lights, and moving to his side of the bed. Beckett follows at a slower pace, wearier, but she slides beneath the covers just as he does, sinking back onto her pillow beside him.

Their bed isn't that large, but with the distance between them, it might as well be huge.

Silence settles between them, but he's keenly aware that she hasn't fallen asleep yet. Her breathing is too loud, too uneven, too stressed, and he shifts onto his side to find her in the dark.

"I love you, Kate," he murmurs, watching her chest stutter and her eyes drop closed. "I don't think I've told you since…"

For him it was just a few days ago, but for her…

She rolls onto her side – toward him, he's thrilled to find – drawing her legs toward her chest and dipping her chin. He slides over without a word, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and curving his body around hers. They make a lopsided kind of yin-yang, not quite fitting together as they should, but he'll take it; she's here, he's here, and she's letting him hold her like this.

"I love you," he repeats, dusting his mouth to the crown of her head. "And I'm not going anywhere again, I swear."

A sob bursts from her lips and she curls into herself tighter. Castle bows his head, his eyes slipping shut. He bends his knees to touch hers, connecting them, keeping himself curled around her.

Soft sounds slip from his lips, not quite words, but it seems like they're soothing enough to get the point across and lend her some comfort as her long-held fear and uncertainty finally spills out of her.

"I thought you were dead, Castle," she croaks after a few minutes, her voice thick. "During the worst of it, I was prepared to find your body, to have to bury you. And then to find out…" She sucks in a breath. "It looked like you'd been gone because you wanted to be."

He doesn't remember anything, but he sure as hell knows that wasn't the case. It couldn't be.

"And that," she continues without giving him time to protest or placate her, "that actually might have hurt even worse."

His heart sinks, slamming heavily into his gut.

"If you were dead, it wouldn't have been your fault; you were taken against your will, you were hurt; maybe you mouthed off to the wrong person at the wrong time-"

He struggles not to chuckle at that; she does have that right, but this is not the time to remind her of his penchant for being a smartass.

"And I-I know how to handle that. I've handled that before with my mother. But to have it all laid out that you were just off somewhere on a camping trip? Paying off mobsters and jaunting cheerily down the street? Doing who knows what else? It was just… "

She clears her throat. "It's going to take some time," she says, and he can feel her trying to force the words out, "it'll take me some time to-"

"Believe in me again?" It's said with no small amount of bitterness. Not at her, though; she doesn't deserve his ire, his recriminations. She didn't do this to them, he did.

"Work through the feelings," she says, swiping her eyes. Her breath stutters again but she sinks deeper into the mattress, making no move to vacate their bed. "I can't make it all go away overnight."

His chin dips, agonizing helplessness pressing down on his chest once more. "And neither can I."

"No," she admits, sniffling. "No, you can't."

"What can I do?" he asks, tightening his arm around her. The fact that she's still here gives him hope. She could be gone; she could've left after their little family welcome back party and gone back to her apartment for the night; she could've packed her bags and left the loft entirely; but she's here. His chin lands on her head. "What can I do, Kate?"

She exhales, pressing her forehead to his neck. He shivers at her nearness, at the heat of her breath drifting over his skin.

"This," she sighs after a few minutes. She shifts closer to him, giving him the gift of her warmth, the weight of her body, trusting him to keep her – to stay with her – as she starts to drift off. "Just keep doing this."

"I will," he swears against her hairline, pressing a ghost of a kiss to her head. "I will."

She nods. "I know. An' Castle?" she asks after a beat of silence. "I love you, too."

With those words, he finds himself relaxing and sinking deeper into the plush of their mattress. It's salvageable, this mess that their lives have become; he'll make it right for the both of them.