#i’m a day off but it’s ok it’s almost midnight here so let me off

[allhereincolour]

13 years of 5sos is fucking crazy man

my band forever and ever

[traveler-at-heart]

Hello there, how are you? I don't know if you take requests at the moment but i want to ask you if you could write something with Liho?

Maybe something like, Liho didn't like any partners Nat had before Yn, and since they got together Liho likes Yn, Nat thought that maybe more than the cat loves her.

And maybe Yn left some clothes in Nat's house and when Liho misses her, she went to i don't know, a jumper, and sleep on top of it. And when Nat found Liho, she send a picture to Yn, and went next to Liho like saying "i'm gonna marry her soon"

So, this isn't exaaactly the request, but it is where the story took me! In any case, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the prompt :)

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Natasha knew how to protect herself.

Don’t trust anyone, always look over your shoulder.

It’s what kept her alive for so long.

But it’s what made her lonely too.

The few people she dated took her dettachment as a challenge that they happily accepted but soon abandoned.

Others were disinterested in complicated affairs from the start, and so things didn’t move past a couple of dates.

Then, you.

Medical staff came and went around the Compound. Most of the team had enhanced capabilities to heal themselves; for her part, Natasha was too stubborn to go on her own.

That’s how she knew she was seriously injured.

“Agent Romanoff” you greeted, a wary smile on your lips as Natasha struggled to focus, the white lights hurting her eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Confused”

“Yeah, that tracks” you nodded, turning away from the chart to look at her. “Do you remember anything?”

“An explosion…“

“And before that a bullet to your side. We were able to fix it by resecting a small portion of your liver and spleen, but you’ll need rest. For now, I’ll monitor you. Let’s think about discharging you in a couple of days”

“I can take care of myself” she objected, but struggled to sit up, pain invading her right side.

“That would be the feeling of cracked ribs” you nodded torwards her side. “I’m not asking if you want to stay, Agent. Your teammates are coming and going for missions or other engagements and you need to be monitored 24/7 for possible complications”

“What you’re saying is, I’m a prisoner here”

“Of course not” you closed the chart, smiling. “We don’t let the prisoners watch tv”

—

It had been mere hours, and Natasha was restless. There was nothing interesting in the tv, her phone was dead and it was ridiculous she was held captive here for “observation” when no one had checked on her for the last three hours.

“Sorry about that. Busy day here” you said with a smile, checking her blood pressure and the chart. “Any discomfort, pain?”

“No”

You nodded, asking for her permission to do a physical exam. Natasha scoffed but agreed with an eye roll.

“Bowel movement?” you asked, checking her pupils.

“No!”

“Ok, no need to get defensive” you placed your hands on each side of Natasha’s head. Your gentle touch made her squirm, and she was able to inspect you closer.

“You’re pretty” Natasha blurted out. You chuckled. “I am so sorry, I don’t know where that came from”

“No need to apologize” you smiled. “It’s the concussion”

“Right”

“Vitals are good, I’ll come back to check up on you in a bit” your pager went off. A large group of agents had just gotten back from a mission. “Squeeze the button if you need anything. Enjoy your stay with us, Agent Romanoff”

“When will I be able to go… home?” Natasha said, but you closed the door before she had a chance to finish her sentence.

—

Natasha hated being wrong. At midnight, the pain got bad and yet, you had to convince her she needed some medicine to ease the discomfort and rest.

But whatever you gave her worked wonders. When she openes her eyes, you were on the couch next to her bed, going through some charts and reports.

“Hey” she said. “I don’t know your name”

“Y/N” you looked up, smiling.

You sat next to her, checking her vitals as she drifted in and out of her sleep stupor. By the time she was fully awake, it was almost noon.

There you were again, munching on a cookie as you scribbled on a sheet.

“You don’t have to stay here all day”

“Oh, it’s no bother” you said, not looking up.

“No other patients right now?”

“No, it’s actually because every medic and nurse is afraid of you and they won’t bother me when I’m here”

“Glad I can be of service”

“Are you hungry? We can get you something very light to eat” you finally looked up, trying to hold back a yawn. It had been an intense night in the emergency medbay.

“What are my options?”

“Oatmeal and that’s about it”

“No coffee?”

“Nu-uh”

Natasha shruged her shoulders and nodded. You smiled, walking out of the room. At least three interns were waiting for you, asking all kinds of very stupid questions. You turned to her, as if saying, “I told you so” and left.

—

For the rest of the day, Natasha was the perfect patient, which obviously made you suspicious.

You repeated your physical exam, asked the same questions, got the answers minus the hint of sarcasm. You were about to turn and leave when she asked again.

“Wait! I can go home now, right?”

“Your hemoglobin is still a bit low and I’d like to wait at least another day”

“I can’t wait another day” Natasha said, glaring.

“Agent Romanoff, you can’t even go on missions right now. Whatever it is you’re so eager to do, I’m sure it can wait” you insisted, trying to avoid an argument after a 48 hour shift.

“It can’t” she insisted, and the monitor began to signal the rise of her blood pressure.

“Calm down” you asked, walking back to her bed. “Please tell me how can I help”

“It’s complicated”

“I’ll tell you what’s complicated. Pulling out bullet fragments from your stomach while I try to keep you from bleeding out. I was in that OR for eight hours and would like to guarantee you recover fully”

Natasha looked at you, and you sighed, sitting by the edge of her bed.

“I have a… cat”

“Oh”

“I need to feed her”

“Can’t someone else do it? A neighbour? One of the other Avengers?”

“Liho doesn’t like anyone, but me. If she hears or smells a stranger, she’ll freak out and attack them or try to run away” Natasha explained. “It’s not ideal considering my profession”

“Yeah” you nodded, thinking about what to do. Moving Natasha was not an option right now. “Let me try”

“Try what?”

“Try feeding Liho, is that her name?”

“It’s dangerous” Natasha warned you, sure it would end in disaster.

“My shift is ending, I can go right now” you ignored her warning. “If I could discharge you right now, I would. Don’t want a cat starving on my watch”

Natasha nodded, and gave you her address. You were surprised she had moved out of the Compound, but then again, a chief surgeon wasn’t privy to the Avengers every move.

The spy made you swear you’d call her if anything went wrong. As you opened the door to her apartment with the spare key, you were expecting to find a giant, feral animal waiting to sink its claws in your flesh.

“Liho” you called a couple of times, making sure the door was closed so she couldn’t escape. “I’m a friend of your mama, she’ll be back in a couple of days”

You were looking around the living room, when a thud behind your back made you jump. And there she was, a black cat with beautiful green eyes -that strangely, reminded you of Natasha’s-. You stared at each other, waiting for someone to move.

Liho did.

She let out a meow and rubbed herself against your leg.

“You’re the cutest” you cooed her, relaxing as she purred in your arms. “Why would Natasha even say you’re scary?”

While the cat jumped around, you searched for her food, cleaned her water bowl and her sandbox. Once you were done, you called Natasha.

“You owe me an apology”

“Did she scratch your eye out like Fury?” she sighed.

“No… wait. Is that how Fury lost his eye?”

Liho jumped on the kitchen counter, purring and rubbing herself against your arm.

“Is that Liho?”

“Yes. She has been purring and following me ever since I got here, Nat. She’s the sweetest cat and you were calling her crazy! In fact, you don’t owe me an apology, you owe it to Liho. Come here, gorgeous”

The cat responded to your words and Natasha smiled.

“I’ll stop by again before I go back to the hospital. Anything else you need?”

You filled a tote bag with everything on her list. Once you were done, you said goodbye to Liho. Thinking it might be funny, you took a selfie with her, smiling as she snuggled on your chest.

You sent it to Natasha, not thinking much of it.

Natasha’s blood pressure increased as soon as she saw the picture. No nurse dared to comment when she turned off the monitor with a smack.

—

“Is this really necessary?” Natasha said, fidgeting on the wheelchair.

“Humor me, Agent” you asked, pushing her to the entrance of SHIELD’s medical facilities. “This is the last time you have to follow my medical advice”

Clint was waiting for Natasha, and he looked as you wheeled her his way, clearly amused.

“How did you manage to get her to sit?”

“I have my ways” you winked at the man. Agent Barton was a far better patient, if only because you had his wife on speed dial.

“Remember, rest. Take your meds and call me if anything feels off. And say hi to Liho for me” you helped Natasha to the car, closing the door as she settled in. You waved as they drove off.

“What was that about your cat?”

“Oh, Dr. Y/L/N went to my place twice a day to feed her”

“And she survived? She must be special” Clint chuckled.

Natasha had to agree with that.

—

Liho was happy to see her human again, roaring like an engine as she rubbed herself on Natasha’s legs. After she came back from the hospital, the cat would never leave Natasha’s side.

The Russian also noticed that you had kept her place clean, and left some groceries and food for the first few days of her home recovery.

It was a strange feeling, being taken care of. Not unpleasant, truthfully, when it came from you. As she stayed in the confines of her apartment, Natasha pondered if it meant something else or if it was just wishful thinking.

You checked on her via text message, and that was all you could really manage to do, as you had back to back shifts and emergency procedures throughout the week. Still, you made sure to send some food to Natasha through delivery apps.

By the time you finally had more free time, it was a chilly Thursday night. As you were leaving the hospital and walking to your car, your phone rang.

“Please, not another emergency” you sighed, surprised at the name on the screen. “Hey, Agent Romanoff. How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing ok… but I might need your help”

“Nat, what’s wrong?” you dropped all formalities, rushing to your car.

“I’m fine, it’s Liho. I left the window open and she climbed all the way up the emergency stairs. And I tried but can’t go out and reach her”

“What do you mean you tried? You should have called me right away! Anyway, doesn’t matter, I’ll be there. Don’t do anything stupid, those are doctor’s orders”

By the time you got to Natasha’s apartment,  a storm was fast approaching.

“Hey, sorry for bothering you”

“It’s not… blood!”

“What?” Natasha looked down, at the place where you were pointing. Right on her stitches, there was a small stain of blood. “Oh, must have happened when I tried to reach for her”

“I knew I should have kept you for another week at the hospital” you grumbled, leading her to the couch. You found a gauze in your emergency kit and lifted her shirt, applying pressure. “Do not move. I’ll be right back”

“The stairs are slippery” she warned you as you stepped out the window. Natasha was surprised at how graceful your movements were.

You looked around, calling for Liho, but the clouds were covering the moon and the sky was dark, making it almost impossible to spot her.

“Ok, fine” you climbed up the steps, holding on to the rail. Taking a deep breath, you let out a high pitched call. “Kitty. Where’s my kitty?”

There small beads shone in the middle of the darkness, and you reached forward. Liho complained, clearly scared about the height. A thunder made her jump, climbing a lot higher.

“Liho, I take it back. You are crazy”

By the time you were able to reach her, it had begun pouring. You placed the cat inside your sweatshirt, to protect her from the rain and have both hands free to climb down.

“That was fun” you said, going inside soaking wet. You almost slipped and Natasha caught you by the waist. “Thanks” you said, feeling warm as her hand went around your back. You couldn’t help but look at her lips, and Natasha caught on, leaning forward.

In that moment, Liho peeked her head from the collar of your sweatshirt, protesting at the uncomfortable feeling of being drenched.

“Here, you need to dry” Natasha offered while you closed the window.

“Thanks, Nat”

She came back with a towel, yoga pants and a t-shirt. You tried not to swoon at the idea of wearing something of hers. Still, you said thanks and disappeared in the bathroom to get changed.

“Let me have a look” you asked when you came back, inspecting her abdomen. “Looks like it was just a small stitch on the edge of the wound. I’ll fix it if it’s alright with you?”

“Yeah, sure” Natasha nodded, and laid back as you prepared the sutures and wore gloves. You applied some local anesthesia and began to work.

“My technique is flawless. The scarring will be almost invisible” you promised.

“So, I can still wear bikinis?”

“Yeah” you nodded, trying to stay focused while the image of Natasha in a swimsuit floated around your head.

“I can’t thank you enough for taking care of Liho” Natasha said in a low voice, which almost made your hands tremble. “Too bad my doctor hasn’t officially discharged me, or I’d take you out to dinner”

“How about some take out instead?” you smiled, cleaning the wound and helping her up.

“That can be done for sure”

You had pizza with beer, sitting on Natasha’s living room while Liho jumped from your lap to hers. It was the best date you ever had.

Pretty soon, the alcohol and exhaustion caught up to you and when Natasha came back from the kitchen, you were fast asleep in her couch, Liho snuggled up in your chest.

Natasha smiled, covering you with a blanket. Liho purred, and your hand went up to scratch behind her ear on pure insctinct.

“I like her too, Liho” Natasha said with a smile. “She’s definitely a keeper”

[lewkwoodnco]

Ok would you consider writing more for George?? (shamelessly on an Ali kick atm if you couldn’t tell, this is @bobbys-not-that-small). If I was in the LnCo universe I think I’d be a librarian with little or no talent because I’m too jumpy and scared to be an agent. I’d wanna be a librarian who sometimes bends the rules for the agents who stay really late researching by bringing them a cup of tea or a snack 😊

After Hours - George Karim x Reader

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

a/n: asjfhfjlfh thank youuu to @bobbys-not-that-small for helping me get out of my writing slump!! this palate cleanser was exactly what I needed <3 decided to try smth new with the presentation of my fics wooooo but am having issues with the keep reading divider so this might be a little inconvenient to scroll past :( alsoooo may have gotten a little carried away here hehehe woops

warnings/tropes: snippy George (is there rlly any other kind tho) needs his biscuits, mild angst, happy ending, slight enemies to almost-lovers, fluff!

word count: 2.7k

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Lockwood was standing over the kettle in the kitchen, half-asleep. Lockwood & Co.’s latest case was a bit more complex than they were used to, which meant that George needed a few extra days to properly research it. That meant that his and Lucy’s sleep schedule had started to settle down into one that was more typical - one where Lockwood was struggling to stifle his yawns in the middle of the night.

He hears some sounds coming from the hallway, and registers them half a second later. He picks up the nearest weapon he can find, a whisk, and tries to call out to the intruder, but his throat is so dry it’s more of a wheeze. The kitchen door inches open, and Lockwood poises to attack, before he pauses and squints at the figure in the doorway.

“George?”

George walks in, putting down his bag and jacket on one of the dining table chairs. “Thought you’d be asleep, Locky.”

“What’s this, a midnight stroll?”

“Sure.”

Lockwood blinked at the kitchen clock blearily. “It’s a hour to dawn.” As George shuffles about the kitchen, fixing his own cup of tea, a thought flits through his sleep-addled brain. “Hang on.” He opens his eyes even further, taking in how fully dressed George is, and starts putting two and two together. “Don’t tell me you’ve only just returned from the Archives.”

“Your hand’s in the milk jug. Again.”

Lockwood glances down and swears. George slips out of the kitchen with Lockwood's tea and biscuit, and he's just awake enough to notice.

“Hey, hey, it’s not your turn on the biscuit roster!”

But George was too content to care much about that. He had finally gotten a satisfactory day's worth of research which quelled the buzzing in his brain, if only for a couple of hours. As he settled into bed, his thoughts wandered to the librarian from earlier.

He had been so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice anyone was standing over him until the sharp tap on his shoulder. When he did look up, he flinched terribly from the shock. In all fairness, she had been extremely apologetic.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know that we're closing soon."

George slowly scanned the library, only just realising that the Archives had completely emptied. It was just the two of them and their voices echoing up to the high ceilings of the room. He half-formulated a response for a moment, but then realised this was his ideal situation, and turned back to his book.

There was another insistent tap on his shoulder and he glanced up to see a firmer set to the librarian's features.

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear enough just now. We're closed."

"Okay," he murmured, still half-absorbed in his book. She sighed exasperatedly.

"Look, Mr. ..." she trailed off, and George stared back at her unhelpfully. She spied his name scrawled at the top of his notes, which he was too slow to shift out of sight. "...Karim."

"You're good at reading upside down."

"Thank you, it's one of my many talents. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I still have to ask you to leave."

"What if I said you were really good at reading upside down?"

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Mr. Karim."

"Please, you don't need to address me by my surname." If the reddening of her face was any indication, he was right in guessing that he hadn't been able to snag his first name from the sheet.

"...I'm good, but not that good. My point, Mr. Karim, is that you have to leave."

He hummed noncommitally. She frowned. “Now you’re just being mean.”

George fought the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes.

“What can I say? You make it so easy.”

"I'll let you borrow an extra book."

"Hmm."

"Two extra books."

After that, they went around in circles for a while, before she stormed of. As the sun continued to set, she started switching off the lights. Even in the dark, he could feel her eyes burning into the back of his skull. He pulled out a few candles and lit them, just in time to illuminate her scowl as she irritatedly walked past him. She returned from her desk a moment later, her face stony.

"I'll ban you from the library if you don't leave right now."

"By all means." Her mouth shrivelled like she had just tasted something bitter, and he knew he had called her on her bluff.

"I'll revoke your borrowing privileges."

"Yes, because not letting me take books home is exactly how you'd get me to leave the library."

"I'll...I'll set the fantasy section visitor on you."

He didn't even look up from his book. "Give him my regards."

He paid dearly for his tongue-in-cheek a few minutes later, when he was smacked by a puff of icy mist, sudden enough to make him splutter with shock.

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

"You...liked that." She echoed him tonelessly.

He tried to muster up as much dignity as he could while feeling like his face was about to freeze off. "Mhm. Refreshing. Might go as far as to invite you to do it again."

She scoffed, slamming the spray bottle down in surrender.

"Fine. You win. But if you set anything on fire, so help me I will- hang on, I've got a lantern in here somewhere." With that, George watched her drift away distractedly, still mildly damp. He wondered how long he had to wait before asking for something to dry his glasses with.

For the next week, the librarian tolerated his odd hours, and George liked to think that she was coming around. She found out his first name from his library pass the next day, he found out how far he could push it with the late hours. Really, they were almost friends. He liked to think that especially after the night where he got hit in the face by something in a brown paper bag.

"Accidental pastry delivery," the librarian was saying, over the crinkle of the paper bag. "They wouldn't take it back and I've already stuffed myself the best I could."

George peered into the bag to see a deliciously flaky tart and a soft, powdered doughnut. He looked up to see her walking away, and was momentarily distracted by her odd shuffle. It took him a moment to realise she had a slight limp, as if she was carrying some dead weight. But when she returned, holding a tea tray and a viciously folded notebook, all thoughts about her limp flew out of his head. He wouldn't have thought to find such charmingly delicate fine china in a library, of all places.

"How much sugar do you take in your tea?" George blinked, still processing the pastries. She set a cup of tea in front of him, and he decided that it had just the right amount of sugar. She sat down opposite him and poured her own cup of tea, before scratching away at what he could now see was a crossword puzzle.

"Crosswords?"

She arched an eyebrow. "There's only so many books you can read in a day."

"Yes, but...crosswords?"

"You wouldn't believe how fun they are. For instance, right now I'm looking at a six-lettered word for 'nuisance.'"

That shut him up rather quickly. But over the next couple of nights, accident or otherwise, she always joined him for a cup of tea and a little treat once everyone else had cleared out.

And so a rhythm was established. On most nights, their limited conversation rarely strayed away from the tired topics that were which pastry he wanted, how late it was getting, and if he knew a five-letter word of only consonants for 'the immature form of an insect.' But he always wondered about her on the walk home, though he could never quite figure out how to ask. It was on a particularly uninteresting night that he got the answers to these half-formed questions.

He was doing his research, as usual, and she was sitting opposite him, pouring over a crossword puzzle, as usual, when he realised he needed a different volume. She barely stirred as he left the table, silently scratching away at the rough paper. Her stock still image lingered in his mind’s eye. There was something off about her today. She was a little more distracted than normal, and the abnormality unpleasantly reminded George of how little he knew about her. She was always just...there, hovering about, no matter how late it was. Didn't she have a family waiting up for her?

He returned to find her eyes fixed on his scribbled half-thoughts, as if intently deciphering his upside-down scrawls. She jerked back as he set the book down, eyes flitting nervously, almost guiltily.

"You took your time. Thought you got lost back there."

He opened his book with a deliberate slowness, as she fiddled with her pen. When he didn't respond, the forced cheeriness in her voice faded, as her eyes drifted back to his papers.

"Terribly exciting, isn't it? Being an agent."

"S'pose."

"I wanted to be one, when I was younger. Much younger."

The edge to her voice was subtle but unmistakable. He didn't like the way it grated unpleasantly against his ears.

"So how'd you end up here?"

"My talent never really blossomed. Good thing, too; I'd be all thumbs with a rapier anyway."

He frowned. "Hang on. How much can you see, exactly?"

"It's like...like a mist? Sometimes I miss them entirely."

"But you stay out so late past curfew."

"I know. I just try to walk home quickly enough. It's worked out so far."

George glanced at the flaky tart and the repulsively sugary, deep red jam glistening up at him, almost quivering in the flickering candlelight. His appetite was suddenly feeling a little funny.

"Nymph."

"Hm?"

"Five letters, no vowels. Nymph."

She glanced at her crossword, giving a small hum of approval. "So it is."

"But you already knew that."

"Did I?"

Her voice took on a mildly dispirited tone, but it was enough to signal her fading interest in the conversation. His prodding felt frustratingly futile - even now, there was so much of her shrouded in the shadows, shrouded in mystery. He didn't know what to do, or what to say, and he didn't like it. Suddenly, he wasn't sure how much he believed her, something she seemed to pick up on.

"Look, I'm too much of a live wire to be an agent. Can't we just leave it at that?"

"It’s getting late,” he said softly, and the words felt foreign on his tongue, for someone who never cared about the time. His voice sounded distant even to his own ears. But she had already returned to her crossword.

Days passed, and the awkward night was forgotten. They continued growing closer and getting more familiar with each other, if at a snail's pace. One night, she had used up the last teabag for George's tea and waved off his insisting that she have the tea, instead opting for a drink that looked suspiciously alcoholic.

As George expected, she was a little past tipsy by the time they were done, and he lingered behind worriedly as she fumbled to lock up. He walked with her a little further than he normally did, occasionally tipping her upright when she got too giggly.

"Where did you say you lived, again?" George tried to keep his tone nonchalant, hoping she wouldn't realise she never said it a first time. She vaguely pointed ahead, speaking thickly, but he couldn't quite decipher her slurred words. Rolling her eyes exasperatedly, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed her face flush against his as she repeated herself, gesturing wildly with her other arm.

"Two blocks down, then a left, walk another block, then a right, and it's the third door on your right. 51 South Street. There's honeysuckle all over the door, you can't miss it."

She tilted her head sideways, lips brushing his cheekbone. He didn't dare to breathe.

"I can take it from here. Don't think I'll be forgetting this in the morning."

She let go of him as smoothly as she hap clasped herself to him, walking ahead briskly with only minimal stumbling.

"Night, Georgie!" Yes, she must be quite well past tipsy. He watched her till she turned the corner, and almost reluctantly turned to walk home himself.

"Where's Y/N?"

George didn't mean to be impolite, but when there was a different librarian handing him his day pass the following week, he didn’t know how else to respond.

“Miss L/N’s called in sick this morning. But I’d be happy to help you with any of your Archives needs.”

The Archives felt frustratingly foreign that day. He hadn’t realised how comforting her lingering had been, to feel rather than see her wandering through the aisles just feet from him. The Archives’ closing was enough to chase him out a few hours later.

He started on the beaten path back to 35 Portland Row, before pausing. He turned, looking at the roads behind him, softly lit up by the fading rays of the setting sun. She couldn’t live that far. Just a block, or maybe two, then…was it a right?

Haltingly, he walked forward, looking this way and that amongst the tall houses which were all beginning to look worryingly identical. But she was right. 51 South Street did stick out with the heavily perfumed buttercup-yellow honeysuckle framing the door. That, and the girl smoking on the front steps of the house.

She glanced up from the gravel she was staring at as he drew closer, staring at him with cloudy eyes until she finally seemed to register him.

“…George! You’re - what? Did something happen?”

“You tell me.”

She fiddled with the ends of her hair with her free hand distractedly. “Oh. I’m alright. My leg was feeling a little bad in the morning, so I called in sick.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Didn’t take you for a smoker.”

“I’m not. It just helps with the pain.”

“For now. For an hour. You know it’s only making it worse in the long run.”

She either coughed or laughed, he couldn’t tell. He watched her breath smoke like sighs, in silence.

"I used to be an agent. And I wasn’t half bad at it, either. But I tripped up, once…lost half the nerves in my left leg. After the ghost touch, my Sight-” she pressed a hand to her eyelids, trembling for something grieved. “My Sight…it was never the same again. I tried to stay on for a while, but it was so difficult, and so painful for everyone…so I left. I couldn’t do anything with my hip connected to this…dead weight.” She tapped her cigarette experimentally, ash snowing over her shoe. “I’m dead weight, Karim.”

He wanted to comfort her, but he was never the comforting type.

“You miss it.”

“I do. I love the Archives, but…I feel like I’m part of everyone’s life, except for my own. I don’t feel like my own person. I felt so…alive as an agent. Like I’d burst into flames at any minute, as if I had that much more life which the visitors didn’t have.”

George knew the type. He lived with the type.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m glad you didn’t. Burst into flames, I mean.”

She half smiled into the palm she was resting her chin on. “Aww, Georgie.”

George coughed awkwardly, starting to drift away now that she was clearly feeling better. He recognised that teasing look on her face a little too well. “Okay, you’re alright now.”

“Did you oh so miss me today?”

“That’s enough out of you.”

“Not getting fond of me, are you Georgie?”

The back of his neck flamed red. She was definitely alright now.

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[svt-rizz]

ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ (18+)

It’s almost midnight when we reach the hotel. We both get off the van and say goodbye to the other tourists who we spent the day with. Soon, we reach our room when suddenly I’m craving pizza. “I know it’s like midnight, but can I order pizza?” I ask Seonghwa. He laughs, “Ok fine, as long as you share.”

I’m so hungry I immediately call the front desk and order pizza. I start changing into comfy clothes as Seonghwa disappears into the bathroom. Bro is gonna take like 3 hours in there, that’s good for me I can eat the whole pizza. “Y/n, can you come here for a second.” I hear him call from the bathroom. 

“No, why?” I ask. “Just come here.” He says. 

I walk to the bathroom slowly making sure I don’t see anything r-rated. I cover my eyes and enter the bathroom. “What do you want?” I ask. 

“Do you wanna join me?”

“No way.” I reply

“It’s a hot bath, it’s gonna be really comfy. I won’t do anything just sit opposite to me.” He says. 

Slowly, I take my hands off my eyes and literally look at him. It's true that we've been friends for a long time but I can't help but feel hot as soon as I see his upper body, with the abs on his stomach and defined muscles. You can’t even tell he has muscles when he wears clothes. Luckily, his lower body is inside the bathtub which I can’t see because of the foam. He taps the place opposite to him as I get out of my thoughts. Should I get in? It looks really cozy. And comfy. And hot. He also promised he won’t do anything. 

Ok let’s get in. I take off my shirt and step into the bathtub. I sit down in front of him and try not to make eye contact. He looks so tempting and I might just loose my mind. I place my phone on the edge of the bathtub which could be risky but I need to text my mom. I start texting her about our day and send her a few pictures of today’s tour when I hear him say my name. 

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“Y/n.”

I finally look up from my phone and into his eyes. Shit. Why’s he looking at me like that. He has his arms on the edge of the bathtub and is leaning forward so he’s so close to my face, I could literally touch him. “I know I said I won’t do anything. But, look at you I want you so bad right now.” He comes closer to my face only a few inches away. 

“What’re you doing?” I ask as he places his thumb on my left cheek. He runs his finger down my cheek and touches my lips. Was this his plan? To bring me inside and do this? 

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers against my lips. I give up and place my lips on his. He kisses back with the same intensity and the same desire I have for him. He places his hand on my neck and kisses me, it feels heavenly. As I put my hands on his shoulders, he gets up and pulls me up with him. “Let me dry you.” He says in between kisses.

He takes a towel and wipes my arms and legs, I take another towel and start to dry him as well. As soon as I’m finished, he lifts me up and I hold onto his shoulders as he walks out of the bathroom and gently puts me on the bed. 

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.” He whispers and pecks me on the forehead. What did I do to deserve him? He’s so perfect.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a hug. “I love you, Y/n” 

“I love you, Seonghwa.”

He kisses me even more deeply and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me into his lap so I’m straddling him and rests his back against the bed frame. “Can I?” He asks. 

I nod and he starts to unzip my bra. “So perfect.” He says and before I can reply he takes my nipple into his mouth. I hold onto his shoulders and start kissing his neck while he sucks my nipple. “Fuck”, He throws his head back as I grind onto him while kissing all over his neck. I grind onto him with a faster pace and he holds my waist to stop me from going faster. “Y/n, please do it already I can’t wait anymore. I need it so badly baby.”

I got up from his lap and took his underwear off, the boner was pretty evident. I took my underwear off as well. He didn’t even need to prep me I was already so wet since the grinding. He kissed me again as I settled back down in his lap and pressed myself against his cock. I hadn’t even put it inside me yet and he was already moaning. We kept kissing for what felt like hours and I finally held onto his cock and pushed it inside me. He started marking all over my neck as I started moving on his cock. He held onto my waist to help me move even faster and our moans filled the hotel room. I feel bad for the people staying next door to us. I cover his lips from my hand, “Shh, baby be quiet.”

“How can I stay quiet when you’re riding me so well baby?” He takes my hand covering his mouth and places it on his stomach.

“I want you to touch me everywhere, be all over my body, kiss me and just make me yours forever.”

I smile at his dramatic line and continue riding him faster while touching every part of his body, just like he wants. His neck, shoulders, stomach, collarbones, his beautiful face all our mine. He suddenly stops my hips from moving, “Baby, I want to taste you.” 

Before I can answer, he flips us and dives down into my pussy. With his tongue inside me it feels so good. He uses two finger to pump inside me while sucking hard on my clit. I’ve never experienced someone eating me out before and I must say it feels heavenly. But I want both of us to cum together. “Seonghwa, stop I want to cum with you” 

“It’s fine, you can cum again baby.” He smirks against my pussy. Fine, let’s see if he can take it then. I start grinding on his tongue harder and hold onto his long hair. He takes his hand from under my thigh and takes my hand to hold onto it. As he keeps playing with my clit, it feels like I'm on another planet.

As soon as I cum, I feel his body on top of mine. I open my eyes and see the most beautiful man ever. His chain dangling from his neck is touching my chest and I need to kiss him. He smiles and I pull him down by his neck to kiss him. His lips are so soft, so perfect for me.

We keep kissing as he held my thighs. His eyes darken as he stares at me. All of a sudden, his cock is inside me hitting my g-spot at once. "Fuck, you feel so good baby" He moans. His eyes don't leave mine as he keeps hitting at the same spot again. I throw my head back in pleasure as his hand grips onto my neck.

"Look at me baby. Has anyone fucked you like this?" He says.

I smirk at his attempt to dominate me and decide to go along with it. "No baby, no one has." I say holding onto his shoulders. I definitely had an obsession with his shoulders.

[plaidpajamallama]

(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

Chapter 10 part 2

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He kissed he again

putting her hands in his hair

He brought a hand to the side of her neck. Giving her goosebumps, he moved his hand that was around her waist, making her week

She pulled away, catching her breath.

He said out of breath you could have told me you needed to breathe.

She smiled. Why would I do that?

He chuckled. God, you are amazing.

She looked over at the clock; it was going on at midnight. I didn’t know it was so late.

He looked over at the clock. Oh shit, I should get going,

I mean, you don’t have to leave. She said, moving a piece of hair out of her face.

I’ll stay if you want me too.

Yeah, I want you too.

Ok, then it looks like I’ll stay, he said, smiling.

He let his hand run across her waist as he moved away from her.

She walked into the bathroom, taking a moment to look at herself in the mirror.

Her face was bright red, and her hair was messed up a little. She took a moment to collect herself. She fixed her hair, walking out.

Jey was putting the rest of their food in the mini fridge.

She sat down in the bed, getting under the sheets, looking for something to watch.

After a moment, Jey stood up, walking over to the other side of the bed.

He threw back the blanket, getting into bed.

Laying next to her, she moved closer to him, laying her head on his chest and wrapping his arm around her.

Thank you for making me feel better. He said, kissing the top of her head.

Always she looked up at him. You know you can always talk to me.

I know it’s just hard for me to talk about.

I get it. I don’t want to make you, but I can see it weighing on you. I’m here for you.

He ran a hand through his hair.

My relationship with my family is difficult.

You know how Roman treated me.

When Jimmy came back, he couldn’t even recognize me. Being with Roman changed me.

People called me a crashout. I hurt people just because Roman said so.

But you know when Sami joined the Bloodline

He opened my eyes and showed me a way out.

And I took it. I left; it wasn’t easy, but I did.

I worked hard to earn people's trust on Raw.

Now with Jimmy back, everything is fucked up.

He’s not going to stop trying to get me to help them.

What are you going to do?

I’m going to go see Solo. Tell him to leave me out of this. Tell him he better not come over to Raw.

What if you run into Jimmy?

I’ll tell him exactly what I told him tonight. He looked down at her, seeing a bit of worry on her face. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.

I know I just can’t help but worry.

I’ll be okay. I can handle myself, he said, taking her hand in his.

I’m here if you need anything.

All I need from you is not to worry. You need to focus on the street trash. You took a nasty hit tonight.

Yeah, she said, rubbing the back of her head.

God, I mean who wears heels in the ring.

Our missed money in the bank, which could help you out?

She cut him off. I’m not tagging with her anymore; her voice is almost as bad as Liv's.

No, I’m saying that she could cash in on Liv; she could see Liv as an easier target to cash in on instead of Nia, which could benefit you.

Your not wrong. If Tiffy was the champion, it would be easier to get my title back.

Exactly. You shouldn’t be so mean to her so you could convince her to cash in on Liv.

I don’t know if I can do that; she gets on my nerves.

She can’t be that bad now.

You get in the ring with her and hear it’s tiffy time, she said in a high-pitched voice.

And tell me that’s not annoying.

He sat there for a moment. Yeah, that sounds annoying.

Exactly! And I took a heel to the head because of her.

Did you get checked out?

Yea, I stopped by the medic. I’m good, which is good sense. I got to deal with Raquel.

Well, she's going to feel the brutality, and anyone who tries to come out

One of these days I’m going to hit Dom with a riptide. I mean it

Hey, I believe you, plus I wouldn’t be mad to see that either.

She chuckled, turning the lamp off so just the TV was lighting the room.

They laid there watching TV for a while.

In each other's arms

She thought about how a thing that started as technical flirting to get a leg up in the ring

Now here she was laying in bed with him.

head over heels still thinking about their kiss.

She knew he was still thinking about it too.

He’s been wanting her longer than she’s wanted him, but damn did she fall hard. She snuggled closer to him. You cold, huh, he said, looking down at her.

I mean, yeah, she said laughing.

I knew it!

Can I ask you something?

What’s up?

What is this? What are we, she said, gesturing to themselves.

Well, what do you want this to be?

I want us She gestured again to be us. She said hesitantly

Ok, then we’re together.

Wait, really, it was that easy.

Yeah Rhea I have been trying to holler at you for forever. If you wanted to be my girl, then you're my girl.

Alright then, I’m your girl. She smiled; she couldn’t help it. Jey just made her so happy.

He made her forget everything, all her problems, when she was away. When she was with him, she lay in his arms watching TV.

Jey woke up. The TV was still on.

He looked over at the clock. It was 7 in the morning. He looked over at Rhea; she was still asleep. God, she was beautiful.

He couldn’t believe that she was his

Who knew all it would take was both of their families to betray them?

He remembers Jimmy making fun of him for getting distracted because of her.

Rhea's eyes flickered open.

He pushed her hair out of her face. Good morning; you sleep well.

Good morning Yeah, I sleep well. She gave him a kiss.

He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer and giving her another kiss.

You have to go to Europe.

I don’t give a fuck about Europe

I think those people who want to see you do

He rolled her over so he was on top of her.

I think Europe will understand what he said, kissing her. More aggressive than before

You miss your flight.

Then I’ll rebook it

Jey! She said hitting his arm playfully

What! He laughed

You have a flight that you can’t miss. I’ll see you when you get back.

Alright fine Europe gotten Yeet too

Exactly, plus I have to tell Damian.

Okay, he said sitting up. I got to go get my stuff together. I’ll call you.

Alright, she gave him a kiss. I’ll see you when you get back.

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I love them so much 🖤

[the-daiz]

#2— leap rewards

—Flufftober day 2: Rainy day (prompt extras)

Pairing; Speed-o’-sound Sonic x reader

Tags; Established relationship, corny, corny reader

Synopsis; Kisses, tenderness and cockiness.

✎Word count; 1.3k

♪ Playlist; Feenlayalik | فين لياليك

A/N; ew this is so cringy it’s killing me. One of the very few fluffs I’m writing, so eat well. I hope I didn't miss any typos woops

The rain, only a few lone droplets a moment ago, drizzled across the dark streets in a thunderous rhythm.

Your fingers curled tighter around the plastic bag in your hand, and you could do nothing but purse your lips as you watched the cruel misfortune cackle at you behind the glass of the convenience store.

It was midnight. Almost midnight, and you were restless, so you decided to simply head to the small familiar store to find something to eat in hopes of quenching your boredom.

Unfortunately for you, however, the night sky had hidden the clouds encasing the city, and who would bother checking the weather app for such an inconvenient outing?

You muttered a fleeting curse as you contemplated running all the way back to your apartment. You'd probably catch a cold, but what other choice did you have?

"Seriously? How do you always manage to get yourself into these situations?" The snarkiness laced in the individual's voice didn't go unnoticed by you, and you needn't glance to your side to know who the ominous figure— that seemingly materialized out of thin air, was.

"Of course I'd find you here." You sighed, masking the relief that had washed over you.

"I found you." His smirk stretched. "Actually."

"Yeah, ok, what are you doing here, anyway?" You finally turned your head to glance at him. The lights from the streets poured onto him with such great precision, even while being obstructed by the rain droplets racing down the glass tiles. He looked enchanting.

Speed-of-sound Sonic. What a name. What a face. Always so beautiful, always so alluring. Always keeping you ensnared in its bewitching existence. Always keeping you chasing after its beholder.

"Looking out for you. I had a feeling you'd get yourself into some kind of predicament." He glanced at you from the corners of his eyes, the smug turn in the corner of his lips never faltering.

"So you were stalking me?" You concluded.

"In a sense." He shrugged.

"How shameless." You shook your head, a smile slowly creeping up your features.

"Oh? So you don't need my help?" He raised a brow. "Save's me the trouble, then." He turns around, walking away, pretending that he's about to abandon you.

But knowing him, he would do it if he's feeling cocky enough.

As quickly as he does, though, you latch onto his arm. One hand faintly squeezed his while the other clasped onto his inner elbow. His brows rose and he blinked down at you with gleeful endearment.

His lips stretch to form a grin once more, but this time, it holds less arrogance than his previous one.

He feels a stretch of warmth pool into his chest as your palms press around the fabric of his sleeve.

The both of you fall silent, as the sound of pouring rain outside filters the quiet around you.

"What?" Sonic finally speaks as he stares at you.

"You know what." You roll your eyes with a grumble.

"Hmm, no I don't think I do."

"Does being a prick turn you on or something? Help me." As soon as those words flew past your lips, his hands were quick to carry you off your feet and into his arms. One of his arms supported the back of your knees while the other held you firmly by your back. You let out a soundless gasp at the sudden action.

You still hadn't gotten used to his speed.

"Sure. I won't do it for free, though." His smirk was back, but you had no time to retort as he was already soaring out of the shop and into the streets. The wind slammed into your curled frame along with a few spatters of rainwater. You scrunched your eyes closed and held your breath, your hands gripping tightly onto his sweater.

After a few seconds of wind constantly ramging into you and breath-knocking swerves, everything stills. You slowly pry your eyelids open, and you're met with the clean walls of your home. The lights were on. 

Did you forget to turn them off? or did he turn them on just now?

After blinking a few times while taking in a few deep breaths as your heart hammered from the sudden adrenaline rush, your gaze trailed up to his face. He was peering down at you, his grin faded and replaced with a stoic, serene look. He carefully set you down.

"How'd you get into my apartment?" You asked as you glanced at the closed and supposedly locked door of your home.

"You should be asking how I was able to carry you." There it was again, that snobbish look. He leered down at you with amusement, expecting you to push his face away with a scoff and head off to place the items you had purchased into the kitchen.

Instead, you stood unmoving before him, staring up at him with quiet fondness. Your fingers relaxed and a small thud was heard as the plastic bag fell, discarded on the floor. Your pupils moved to glance at each of his eyes, stammering as if unsure where to look. They both- He. Him. All of him was ineffable. 

His grin felt spindly.

The way your eyelids sat solemnly as you peered at him. And the sound of your inhales— he didn't know what it was but it was coiling around him, hindering his mobility, at least, his mental one.

Heat began to creep up his neck. He had to hold back the urge to dart his gaze away from yours, growing flustered under your fervent gleam. 

He continued to feign control, face flushed and sweating, and his mouth fell open into an empty gape, lips slightly twitching before he spoke.

"You're dying to taste me, aren't you?" His brows furrowed as he continued to forcefully stretch out his grin. Surely now you would've been tired of his stuck-up attitude. He expected a shove to his chest paired with an eye roll from you.

You cracked a soft smile instead. He felt a jolt ram into his chest when you slid your hands around his neck and hummed a nod, completely unfazed by his remarks. You pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. He squinted his right eye and frowned as you attacked the side of his face, pressing harder onto him before dramatically ending it with a prominent 'mwah' sound.

Your grin widened giddily at his expression, a mix of annoyance and stubbornness-- along with a faint cast of pink spreading to his ears. You closed the distance once more and engrossed yourself in a soft, fleeting kiss. He instinctively gripped your waist with a hand to steady you, his head tilting to the side as he contributed to your tender affection. He didn't like that it was fleeting, but he had no say as you broke the kiss and began to line pecks on the side of his lips.

"You're so sappy it's repulsing." He huffed, tugging you closer as his other hand gently pressed against your nape.

"Stop talking, you're ruining your face." You murmured before planting another kiss along his jawline.

"You don't have to talk to ruin yours." As soon as he riposted, he jerked your head to face his and pressed your lips together once more. Your eyes melted shut as you pushed further into him, your mouths swaying a passionate song, much different than his usual frantic ones. 

Your hands slipped to cup the sides of his face as you slightly deepened the kiss. In response, one of his arms wrapped around your torso, and euphoria coursed through him as he held you closer.

Faint panting hung in the air as you broke the kiss, looking into each other's eyes. You squashed his cheeks a little with your hands, flashing him a toothy grin. His face was still and adorned with bliss as he gazed into your grace.

"I'm not being serious." He breathed out, his features remaining placid. You snickered, your eyes squinting as your grin spread further.

Ugh, what the hell were you!?

"I know."

[uramilf]

Anything to do with Ross + fluff please 🙏 🥹🤭❤️🎀😍😘

Yes THANK YOU I have been in a Ross mood recently but I’m sick af so I’m going to reflect my current mood in this blurb 🥰

Ross didn’t want to leave you. He really didn’t. But he didn’t exactly have a choice, either. The tour was coming to an end, and his fans would go crazy if he wasn’t at the show. They couldn’t find another bassist at such short notice anyway. So he pressed one last kiss to your sweaty forehead and left you shivering in bed in the unfamiliar hotel room.

“Baby?” you called after him. “Don’t rush home, I’m ok. Go to the after party and have fun.”“Absolutely not,” he replied with a smile. “I’ll be back here before you know it.”

With that he was gone, off to the venue with the guys. He barely stopped texting you until half 8 on the dot, making sure you were ok every five minutes. The second he left the stage during “When We Are Together” he texted you again. You watched the entire livestream, of course, and people went crazy when they saw your Instagram username appear in the comment section with a heart emoji when Ross and Matty had one of their cute little moments. You imagined it would be the talk of Twitter the next day.

At almost midnight, Ross returned to the hotel room to find you fast asleep in the exact spot he left you in six hours prior.

“Wake up, baby,” he murmured, shaking your shoulder lightly. “I’m back.”

You rolled over to face your boyfriend, a smile forming on your half-asleep face.

“Hi darling. I watched the whole show, you were great.” You were still coughing and sniffling, causing Ross to frown.

“You could’ve been getting some sleep, pretty girl. You still not feeling good?”

“Not really, no.”

“Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep then,” Ross sighed, wishing it were him instead of you.

“No, not without you!” you pouted.

“Alright, give me two minutes then,” he smiled softly, secretly thrilled to hear that you don’t want to go to sleep without him being beside you.

A few minutes later he was back, in a pair of plaid pyjama trousers and an old Ramones t-shirt, climbing into bed beside you. He pulled you close straight away, kissing every part of your face and neck he could reach.

“Quit that, you’ll get sick!”

“Don’t care,” he mumbled, head buried into your chest now.

“Are the other guys out partying then?” you giggled softly, gently taking your boyfriend’s hair down and teasing his long locks through your fingers. He sighed in relief as you scratched at his head gently.

“Matty and George have gone out. No clue where, though, and I think Polly’s with them. Adam’s gone back to his room to call Carly. Not sure about everyone else.”

You continued to play with his long hair until he was practically snoring in your arms, making you laugh every couple of minutes. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep too though, feeling much better, and safer, now that Ross was back beside you where he belonged.

[jamesey1992]

https://soundcloud.com/frasier-crane-1992/weigh-in-and-teasing

Here is my first ever audio! Feedback appreciated but note that I'm new to this so please be kind!

Short audio of a feeder who's fattened up his piggy and she's hit her goal and then some! Contains teasing. Let me know if you'd like to hear more!

Script is below if you'd like to follow along:

Good morning sweetie! How did you sleep? Good! Well, do you know what time it is? That’s right, it’s weigh in time! You’ve really been packing it away lately and it shows! I can’t wait to see the big number so let’s get you weighed in and measured up! Come on, let’s go to the bathroom, the scales ready for you.

Huh? Oh, sure, I’ll help you up. Here, take my hands. One.. two… three… go! Oof, I swear it gets harder and harder to hoist you out of bed these days. Come on, let’s go.

Ok, here we are. Wow, look at you piggy. Your pyjamas look skin tight, I can see the outline of your belly button through your shirt! And a tiny bit of tummy poking out below too! Wait, didn’t I buy you a new set of pyjamas the other week? Why aren’t you wearing those? Wait, that is the new set! Jesus, you’ve outgrown your clothes that quickly!?! Ok, now I HAVE to see the number.

Come on, strip down. Fucking hell, look at you. There’s so much bouncing, rippling and jiggling from the slightest of movements. I think your belly is swaying now, I never thought you’d get so big to do that. Man, I should’ve brought a camera and watch the footage back in slow motion! It’s almost hypnotic!

What’s wrong? Are you out of breath? Fuck, you’re wheezing! It’s understandable, I mean you’ve all the way the bathroom and removed an item of clothing! That would make anybody tired! Here, sit down and catch your breath. I’ll undress you.

Alright, you ready to get weighed and measured? You’ll need to stand for a few minutes you know, have you regained your energy? Ok, hoist that fat ass on the scale piggy. What’s up? Ooh, I forgot you can’t see your feet anymore! Don’t worry, I’ll look for you. Oh wow. Guess the number piggy. Higher… nope even higher… higher. Give up? Well, it seems you’ve passed your goal and then some! You’re 363lbs!

Well done piggy! All those shakes and feasts and lack of movement has really paid off, huh? Ok, now for the measurements. I know you can’t stand for long so let’s just do the belly for now. Let me just wrap the tape around you. And get in between these rolls here. I can barely wrap my arms around you sweetie! Oh dear, it appears you’ve gotten so plump that you’ve outgrown the measuring tape! Fuck, that’s next level fatness. Ok, so that’s 60 inches plus say 1.. 2.. and say 3! I’ll order a new tape and I think a new scale too since this one only goes to 400lbs and you seem to be expanding faster than the universe itself!

I’m so proud of you piggy! I had a feeling you’d hit your goal today so I have a surprise for you! Can you guess what it is? Yeah, that’s right a triple chocolate cake…. How did you know? Wait, you did you look in the fridge?

For fuck’s sake, piggy! You’ve eaten half the cake? When did this happen? I bought this last night and hid it in the salad drawer! Fucking hell, no food in a 2 miles radius is safe from your greedy fatass. Out of curiosity, which of your midnight feasts did you find the cake? Oh, the third one? Yes, I hear your feasts piggy, the floor creaks so much when you waddle around my flat plus you’re always wheezing. But I don’t mind, it’s cute. Don’t worry about the cake, finish the rest now and I’ll get started on breakfast. As long as it’s in your 63-inch gut that’s all that matters. Though, next time I should probably get two cakes to celebrate. What do you think, piggy?

[outivv]

— dance with me! —

Synopsis: they want you to dance with them :)

Warnings: not proofread

Characters: Al haitham, wanderer, Candace

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello!! This took me soooo long to finish, I don’t know why either!! I just kept forgetting to return to it which sucks. Anyways, hope you enjoy, and take care of yourself!! <3

— Al haitham —

You groaned as you kicked off your shoes, you had a long day… and now you want to have a long rest, with your boyfriend. “Oh hey y/n you look like garbage.” Kaveh said as he walked out of the kitchen, while eating something from a bowl. You sighed, “thanks kaveh. Where’s Al haitham? In his office?” You ask, just wanting to go shower him in love, and then pass out. “No I’m right here, now let’s go.” Al haitham’s voice suddenly booms from behind kaveh, making the both of you jump. “You spill that and you’re cleaning it up.” Al haitham says to kaveh, in reference to his food. Kaveh just rolls his eyes, and you groan once again at the feeling of putting your shoes back on. “Where are we going” and in response Al haitham shrugs. Does he… not know??

You make your way… away from sumeru city which is strange. And into the nearby forest, where you can see lights up ahead. Strange, Gandharva Ville is in the complete opposite direction, and there’s no other settlements nearby, at least there shouldn’t be. Getting closer, and moving the leaves, and branches in your way, you make out… lights hung above, and someone’s dinner sprawled out on a blanket. “Al haitham?” You say turning to him, but he’s already looking at you. “I thought it’d be nice for you to get out of the house.” He’s not usually one for romantic gestures, in fact that’s more you if anything, so this, all of this, comes as a surprise to you.

You sit down and eat your dinner, when suddenly he takes your hand. “Would you want to dance?” You were in the middle of stuffing food in your mouth, and with his words you almost choke. “I’m sorry?” His brows furrowed, “I asked if you’d like to dance.” You tilted your head, this is so unlike him!! Not that you’re upset, but- wow this is a shock. Maybe kaveh made fun of him for not being very romantic… ehh likely, but doesn’t warrant a reaction like this from Al haitham. “I mean- yeah!! Of course!!” You said, standing up way to fast, and excited.

Al haitham smiled at your response, standing beside you he took of his headphones and placed them onto you. “This is so you’ll hear the music, it’s one of my favorites so I already know it well.” You felt yourself smile wobbly, and nod. You felt your legs were gonna go out, and the music hadn’t even started. Al haitham took you hand, and held you close, and the song began. Lights above you swayed in the gentle breeze, as you and Al haitham looked at one another, he always had a bit of trouble with eye contact, but now his entire focus was on you. The song was near ending, when suddenly Al haithams attention went to a group of trees. You couldn’t hear anything because of his headphones, and instead summoned your weapon, just as al haitham did the same.

Suddenly, kaveh came out of the trees. Yelling something at Al haitham, you got half of what he said when you put Al haithams headphones on your shoulder. “Ok!! Well you told me if you weren’t back by midnight to come and get you. And it’s 12:30 am!! What the hell have you guys been doing for 4 hours!!” Was it really 4 hours? Huh… well to be fair you didn’t know there was a curfew. Al haitham simply walked away from the screaming blond, placed all of your stuff into a bag, and then, walked past him, your hand intertwined with his. Walking back to your house kaveh of course spoke up once more “did you guys save any of that cake you had…” you snickered, as Al haitham rolled his eyes, as he does every time kaveh speaks.

— Wanderer —

“This is stupid.” Wanderer said between gritted teeth. You tilted your head, and held your weapon close, “how so? I think it’s very clever.” You were meant to be sparring, but the catch was, you were behind a theater in liyue. So you got to hear the wonderful opera music, while also being in the comfort of… not being in the theater!! Win win for the both of you honestly. “The music will only distract us, it gives absolutely no gain to sparring.” You rolled your eyes and huffed, “why can’t it be the gain of actually enjoying something for once. Plus, the music helps me focus.” Wanderer pulled out his weapon and sighed, “fine.”

A few sparring rounds later, and you were already sweaty. You had to shed a few layers of clothes, now only being in your shirt, and pants/shorts/skirt/dress. To be fair, wanderer didn’t look any better, he had to put his hat to the side, as well as a few of his accessories as well. You of course were ogling him, not on purpose!! But uh… you know. I mean traveling with the puppet for so long, you’ve had feelings for him for a while now, just… refused to act on it. Which is valid considering- it’s wanderer. “We should take a break for now, you don’t look so good.” He said snapping your eyes away from him, and folding up his clothes he took off. “Yeah and you look in tip top shape.” You chuckled, wanderer did not though, he looked over at you a heavy glare on his face.

A few minutes passed, wanderer sat next to you, enjoying the sound of the music, when suddenly he stood up, and stared down at you, anger (you think?) plastered on his face. “Get up.” You did as you were told, keeping an eye directly on him as you did so. “Do you know how to dance.” It was almost a statement, not a question, “yeah?” You responded. “Ok.” He said, forcefully taking your hands, even though you went along with whatever he was doing. You swayed along to the beautiful opera that was being sung, the instruments flowing with the singers voice like water. It was truly beautiful, but not as beautiful as the sight in front of you. Wanderer staring at you, a scowl of concentration on his face, while he tried so desperately to not look down at his feet. He didn’t know how to dance.

You’re not surprised you just find his current… predicament, to be rather endearing. You took the lead with the dance, “hey what are you doing?!” You laughed at his surprised expression, “taking some pressure off of you.” You smiled, and pulled him a little closer, so your chests were touching. His face now a bright red, he forcefully pulled away and out of your grasp with a groan of frustration. “We’re done, let’s get back to the hotel.” He said, putting his discarded unnecessary, layers of clothes and accessories back on. “I’m sorry… did I do something wrong?” You asked, voice small and yet full, and clearly concerned and apologetic. “No… let’s just get going.”

— Candace —

“The stars are gorgeous tonight.” Candace says while her head is tilted towards the sky, she starts poking out constellations to you, telling you their stories. You and Candace usually sneak to the highest point right near the village, almost every night, to gaze at the stars, and just be with each other. It’s rather romantic, which is something you wouldn’t have initially expected from Candace. Mostly because of how village duties consume her time, but every once and a while, you have a free night, where you can easily sneak away and enjoy the company of one another.

You suddenly see Candace turn around, and extend her arm out in front of you, “care to dance? It’s a perfect night.” Her sweet smile consumes you, and draws you in to grasp her hand, and begin swaying in perfect rhythm with a song that doesn’t even exist. Candace typically isn’t very sappy, but tonight she wanted to be… close. Minutes pass, but they feel like an eternity in the best way possible, “Candace!! The village chief needs you!!” A small child says, running up to the cliff you were at. Candace looks at you, an apologetic, and sad smile on her face, “I should probably go, it might be an emergency.”

You smile, and nod in understanding, and as Candace lets ho of you, and begins to walk away you grasp her hand, and kiss her. “Just meet me back home when your done, I’ll have dinner ready and we can relax if you want.” Candace smiles at how you understand her, and agrees before running to the chief’s house, to get her work done quickly, and return to you.

[sonicstalker123]

Jealous!Protective!Korekiyo x Clumsy!Reader

✨they/them pronouns used✨

✨fluff, angst and fluff at the end✨

CW: nothing really, just Korekiyo hearing Y/N stretch and it makes him blush, Kiyo being jealous, pajama sleeve sliding down Y/N’s shoulder, slightly suggestive?, jealousy, profanity

Korekiyo decided to surprise his S/O with their favorite snack that he prepared just for them with a tiny bit of help from Kirumi. He decides to send Y/N a text.

‘Y/N, good morning. Are you awake?’ SEND.

‘Mornin Kiyo… am not really awake rn… What’s up?’ SEND.

Kiyo gasps in shock. ‘Oh dear, I’m sorry to have woken you up. Are you alright, do you want to resume your nap?’ SEND.

‘Eh it’s ok, I’ll get up. I accidentally took a three hour nap. Guess I got into a food coma after breakfast? Lemme get up’ SEND.

‘Alright, I’ve got a surprise for you, by the way.’ SEND.

“Oh my, now he’s gotten me curious!” Y/N asks themself, clapping their hands in excitement and giggling to themself. “Alright, Y/N, ya gotta get up. Your boyfriend has a surprise for you.”

Little do they know that Kiyo wanted to surprise them at the door. He’s patiently standing at the door, with a little chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting on it. He gets butterflies but knocks on the door once he sighs to relieve his anxiety.

“Himiko, is that you? I can’t wait to watch your magic show this afternoon! I talked about it with Gonta last night while he was teaching me about the different kinds of ladybugs! Lemme get up- OH SHIT!” They slide off the bed. “Christ on a stick, that hurt! That’s juuuust great, a bruise is gonna pop up soon…” They sigh and stretch to wake themself up.

Korekiyo hears them stretch and blushes for whatever reason. “I-I didn’t know people made noises when they stretch… Maybe it’s just something Y/N does? It’s a mystery.” He then hears them walking and they bump into the door, making a loud THUMP noise. “Oop. Didn’t mean to do that, Himiko! I’m all good! It’s normal for me..!”

They see their (favorite color) pajama shirt part of their PJ outfit starting to slide down one of their shoulders. “Oh shoot!” They try to fix that but it slides down again, but fortunately it doesn’t slide any more. At that point, they give up and open the door, yawning. “Sorry, Himiko, my clumsiness got the better of me, I should not have stayed up until midnight. I think I ended up falling asleep on the floor haha-“ They look up to see a confused looking Korekiyo.

“H-Hello, Y/N. I made you a chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting because Kirumi informed me that you really enjoy chocolate. She helped me a small bit. But I hope you enjoy it. Would you like to come with me to the courtyard? There’s tables and chairs underneath some cherry blossoms there.” He asks.

Y/N finally opens her eyes and sees Kiyo looking at them, patiently waiting for answer. They blush super hard and continuously try to fix their sleeve. Them blushing causes Kiyo to blush pretty hard and tremble slightly and almost drops his plate.

“O-Oh dear. I guess you’ve never seen me with PJs on. You’re one of the few people here in this academy who have seen my pajamas. This stupid sleeve wouldn’t stay put, maybe I can see if Kirumi can tighten them one of these days. A-Anyway, let’s go to the tables, I would love to try what you made for me, which is so sweet by the way, I really appreciate it!” They smile.

Korekiyo and Y/N make their way to the tables. Y/N has a little spring in their step and their sleeve slides down their shoulder, though they are just happily making their way to the table and they aren’t even aware that Kaito is in front of them.

Until they bump into him. “Oof-“ they silently say as they look up at Kaito. “Ohh! Kaito! I didn’t see you there! Afternoon!” They exclaim with a really big smile. “Hey there, Y/N!” They high five. “Do you want to come vibe at the courtyard with Kiyo and I?”

“Hmm… as long as Kiyo is fine with it, I don’t mind, my dude.” Kaito smiles and Korekiyo then walks up to Y/N. “Oh, Kiyo! Hey! Y/N here says that you’re going to the courtyard soon and they wanted to know if I could come along with you two. I won’t, like, be the awkward third wheel or anything.”

“S-Sure...” Kiyo responds back, sounding a little annoyed. Y/N’s eyes sparkle as they jump up and down with sparkling eyes. “Alright, let’s make our way there! I’m gonna get a head start!”

Literally them as they run towards the doors:

Kiyo happily waves at them as they run off and then turns his head rather quickly and glares at Kaito menacingly, but stays quiet. Kaito gets a little spooked, so he runs off and meets up with Y/N.

“Haaa… Y/N, there you are! Dude, I forget how big this academy is sometimes ….” Kaito exclaims.

Y/N is muttering profanities left and right as they look at their bruised knee. Kaito looks down at Y/N, who’s on the ground. Kaito bursts out laughing. “Ah, sorry for laughing. You good, though? A-Anyways, let’s go to the courtyard so we can vibe!” Kaito happily walks away, with Y/N happily walking with him.

Kiyo makes annoyed noises as he slowly makes his way to the courtyard. Y/N and Kaito make it to the courtyard table and sit down, across from each other. The two are just catching up about just everything. “So then I told Shuichi and Maki Roll while we doing our training stuff that ‘the impossible is possible, all you gotta do is make it so!’ and Shuichi seemed to like that. I saw Rantaro the other day painting Kaede’s nails the other day and I’m gonna be serious, can I ask you something?” Kaito asks.

Y/N happily nods. “Yeah my dude, you can tell me anything!” Kaito sighs. “I’m… kinda jealous. I wouldn’t be apposed to Rantaro painting my nails, but… I’m embarrassed to ask.” “Tell ya what! Next week, I’ll get my nails painted (insert favorite color here) and I can bring you with! Trust me, it’s amazing!”

Kiyo finally makes his way to the courtyard and sits next to Y/N. “Hello there, dear. Did I miss anything?” Korekiyo asks, readjusting Y/N’s sleeve again. “Not much, we were just catching up and I got a bruise. It’s not the end of the world. I literally trip on everything. Kaito get this. Literally yesterday I was walking upstairs and tripped on my own feet?? No idea why that happens, but I guess I’m a bit of a clumsy oaf.”

Kaito and Kiyo exchange glances. Kaito tries to resist the urge to laugh, but just starts laughing like crazy. Kiyo glares at Kaito and then he’s speechless. “Haha.. ahh, that is hilarious. Just Y/N things, am I right?” Y/N nods and they turn to look at the night sky.

“The stars look so pretty! Look at them, Kiyo! … Is that one changing colors??” Y/N asks, confused.

“Yeah! Did you know that stars can be different colors? I personally like the blue one. One day, I wanna go fly to the sky and check out the stars. You’ll be the first person to know about my stories and what I saw, I promise!” Kaito says, winking in a friendly way.

Kaito rambles for a few hours and Y/N is flat out dead asleep on Kiyo’s chest. “Shit, it’s getting late. I should go hit the hay soon. See ya Y/N! … Y/N?” He turns around and sees Y/N, sleeping peacefully with their boyfriend has his hand on her head, as if he’s protecting them??? Kaito gets confused and walks away with his hands in his pockets.

God that’s so cute, you don’t need to do that though, Kiyo

Kiyo gently taps on their shoulder, waking them up. “Hm..? Kaito? Where did he… go?” They ask while rubbing their eyes. “He… was tired so he went back to the dorm.” Korekiyo’s eyes start to glow, unable to keep his anger in anymore.

“Speaking of Kaito, what was THAT?! He was clearly flirting with you! Did you not see that?! HOW did you NOT see that?!” Kiyo exclaims. “I didn’t. I genuinely didn’t. If he was actually flirting with me, why didn’t you stop him?! Why didn’t you do anything!?”

“Because you were having a good time and catching up on things with somebody you don’t see a lot these days! And I didn’t want to ruin that for you!”

“… wait a minute. How did you know about that? How did you know that I was catching up with him?”

Korekiyo just kinda does this 👇🏻

“Were you intentionally taking your time? Were you eavesdropping on our conversation? I can’t believe it! It’s all over your face! You not saying anything is just icing on the cake!” Y/N explains with their pajama shirt’s sleeve sliding down even more than before.

“W-Wait, Y/N, let me expl-“ “SAVE IT, KOREKIYO! I don’t want to hear your bullshit lies!” Y/N exclaims with a hint of a growl in their voice. They storm off.

Korekiyo watches them storm off. He then sighs and sits at the table and stares at the night sky. “I had a bad feeling about Kaito this whole time… Does Y/N actually not know when people are flirting with them? Or were they just saying that?”

He looks at the ground and just walks inside the building. He enters the building and walks to his dorm room. “… just wait for them to cool off. You need to just wait, Korekiyo.” He starts to pace around his room. “I’m just going to go to my lab to distract myself.”

He makes his way to his lab and opens the door. He stares at his pot full of roses and just stares at them. “These are beautiful. Y/N and I grew these together. That’s what makes them even more beautiful. Them. They’re beautiful in all ways. Even their flaws make them beautiful.” He blushes really hard. “I must find them and apologize to them. I would only assume that they’re in their room or elsewhere.”

Kiyo spots Himiko. “Himiko, have you seen Y/N? I’ve been trying to find them.” Himiko looks at Kiyo, with an upset expression. “Nyeh, why would I want to tell you where they are?” Korekiyo sighs. “Thanks for your help, I guess.” He continues to pursue them.

Hallways? Nope. Game room? Nah. Cafeteria? Kind of? He found a box of pocky. That’s worth something, so he put it in his pocket. “Pocky..? That’s Y/N’s favorite kind of pocky, so I’m getting somewhere.” Kiyo mutters to himself.

He casually walks around the building until he hears Kiibo and some familiar voices, including Y/N’s voice in the library. “Found them.” “MAN, it feels good to take this pajama shirt off. It felt like I was on fire.” “Y-Y/N, please don’t say that, somebody might hear you say that and or doesn’t sound too good out of context!! What if your boyfriend was nearby and heard that? He’d get suspicious!” Kiibo exclaims

Shocked at what he hears, he aggressively pushes the door open and it hits the wall. Kiyo stares at Y/N and then at Kiibo and then at Kaede. He blushes really hard at the sight of Y/N in a (favorite color(s) tanktop and covers his face for a while. Kiibo raises his hands and walks out. “I wasn’t doing anything suspicious, I was just telling them that it wasn’t wise to shout that.”

Kaede just nopes out of the room. “Nope, not dealing with this.” Korekiyo watches his companions leave and looks at Y/N like this.

“My oh my, dearest. There you are. My beautiful rose. I was looking for you to apologize for what I did. Can you forgive me for eavesdropping on your conversation and snapping at you?”

Man I swear this dude has rizz

They start to blush hard. “Y-Yeah…”

“Thank you, dear. It means a lot to me. By the way, what was it you and Kaito were talking about? You don’t have to get specific if you don’t want to.” Kiyo asks, tilting his head to the side.

“W-Well, I’m sure Kaito wouldn’t want me t-talking about it, but we just plan on hanging out- nothing bad I promise! Just hanging out.” Y/N replies and Korekiyo smiles. “You look so cute when you blush like this.” Y/N raises her eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Well you look handsome when you blush too~, I’ve never seen you blush like this before.” Y/N scoots closer to Korekiyo and gives him a big hug. “And I’m sorry too… for the yelling. I love you.”

Kiyo smiles warmly. “Your heartbeat… it’s racing a little bit. And I love you so much more.” Kiyo and Y/N smile and Kiyo gets a little peck on the cheek. “M-My oh my… H-How u-unexpected.” He looks at the clock. “Oh gosh, look at the time, it’s three in the morning. But I don’t want to get up just now, I just want to feel your heartbeat for j-just a little while longer.”

“But we’re gonna have to-“ Y/N yawns. “-go home eventually. You make me feel so loved. I’ve never felt this before.” Korekiyo gasps and stands up. He reaches for Y/N’s hand. They stand up and they walk to Y/N’s dorm room. “What were you saying about not feeling loved like this before’?”

Kiyo and Y/N stand in front of Y/N’s door. “It… it’s a long story. I’ll explain it to you one of these days. As much as I would love to keep talking, I feel quite tired. See you in the morning?” They ask. “But of course, darling. I love you, I’ll see you in the morning, or specifically, later in the morning.” He gives them a peck on the cheek. They’re so happy that they go into their room, blush so hard that they are tomato red (from blushing) and dive into their bed and happily shove their face into their pillow and happily giggles. Kiyo hears their giggles and walks to his room, feeling happy and blushing, knowing that he just made their night.

The next day, Kaede walks into the library and realizes that their pajama shirt is still there. She blushes at the sight, picks up the shirt and walks to their dorm room with a note saying “Y/N, you left this in the library. -Kaede”

[bitchinbarzal]

We need an AU about the birth of Stevie and Jack seeing/holding her for the first time!

Jack was in Detroit when you called.

“Hey baby, what’s up how’s peanut?” Jack answered the phone in the midst of breakfast with the team before they headed back to Jersey.

You laughed nervously “Well… peanut is coming”

Jack dropped his fork, catching the attention of everyone else “You-you’re having the baby right now?”

“Well no, she’s not like hanging out of me or whatever but she’s coming tonight probably”

“Ok I’m coming!”

The team rallied, Dougie threw some random bills at the waitress and apologized while Nico was calling their travel organizer to get them home earlier.

When they arrived home and got to the hospital you were laying in the bed, face scrunched up in pain.

“Here, I’m here baby!” He announced, thanking your mom who was sat next to you for support.

He kissed your head and your hand gripped his bicep “Hey, how was the flight?”

“Yeah good, i mean don’t talk about me! How’s the baby? How are you?”

You talked him through the whole day from your waters breaking to now.

“And now it’s a waiting game!”

And it was a very long winded waiting game. The two of you ended up watching the Canucks Ducks game in the room.

Jack was talking to her, his head right next to your belly “You see that Peanut? That’s uncle Quinn and that stupid one there that’s Trev”

You giggled, hand tugging lightly on his curls.

Things finally got moving just after midnight, you were crying out in pain. Jack stood next to your head whispering sweet words of encouragement.

“you’ve got this baby”

“you’re doing so good”

“she’s almost here, mama”

When she cried, you did.

“She’s here! You’ve got a daughter, congrats mommy!” The nurse announced.

Jack began crying, kissing your head “You did so good baby, so good”

“Go, go with her” You pushed him towards where the nurse had taken her. You watched as they handed Jack a pair of scissors and cut the cord.

Cleaned off and medically checked they bundled her in a swaddle and placed her in his arms.

Her cradled her, tears in his eyes and he looked up at you too “She’s beautiful, baby”

You only nodded.

“Hi, hi baby I’m your daddy” he mumbled, sitting next to you on the bed.

You reached up, finger brushing over her cheek

“Our Stevie”

“She’s perfect”

Jack held her most of the night while you slept but also because he didn’t want to put her down.

You had to force him out the door to go play in the devils game against the rangers at Madison square garden.

The team were surprised to see him in the locker room but all looked at him expectingly when he said “It’s a girl! I’m a dad, boys!”

You and Stevie watched from the hospital room, talking to her about the rules of the game and the team.

“That’s your uncle Luke there and that one is Jesper”

When Jack scored he was ecstatic, you smiled and cooed at your daughter “Did you see that Stevie? Daddy scored!”

In the intermission interview Jack couldn’t wipe the smile off his face

“Jack, what a goal!”

“Thanks! Yeah we played a solid two periods just gotta carry on for another!”

“I hear you’re excited to get home tonight! Got someone special waiting for you” the interviewer said.

He laughed “Yeah, my daughter she was born this morning! the boys have got this win for her!”

@amadacstein: jack hughes says his daughter, stevie was born this morning and his girlfriend, y/n forced him to the game because she’s the biggest devils fan! Nico Hischier says the boys will get the win tonight for Stevie, their littlest team member!

They won and Jack was so excited to get back to the hospital and pick you up.

A little after eleven he burst through the door “Peanut I’m back!”

“Shhh she’s asleep” you scolded, the sleeping baby in your arms stirring.

He apologized silently before kissing your head and mumbling “let’s go home”

It took a lot longer to get home with Jack driving at 3mph the whole way but when you eventually did and got Stevie in her own room you announced you’d be taking a shower.

Jack stayed staring at the little being a little longer

“Gosh, I love you so much peanut. welcome to our world”

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

One to Five (WIP Tag)

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I'm going to do The City is Ours for this one because I'm currently thinking about it :). Under the cut because it got LONG XD.

One word to describe your wip:

Chaos. That's chaos with a capital C in bold letters.

Two lines that are your favorite:

No, don't make my choose between my babies! Ok as of right now reading back over the stuff I've written, here's two I love:

(Kylee's POV) They quickly shut down her phone in horror, hoping that the cutoff of signal would be enough. She covered their mouth, stifling a sob of- well, a lot of things.

(Asher's POV) Asher bit his lip, everything in him screaming to not let Damian go back into that horde of gangsters alone and undercover. It was so incredibly dangerous even he wouldn’t do that or allow one of his teammates to do that.

Three times you cried while writing:

I don't cry while I'm writing, I just laugh evily >:D. So instead, here are some times that my readers will scream and cry and curse my name into the wind :)))

When Asher's boyfriend Damian is revealed to be the anti-hero vigilante working for the super villians/Damian's cover gets blown and the supervillains torture him and live stream it back to the heroes :D

When the Snow Queen's identity is revealed and it's someone the heroes know very well :)))

The details of Chase's backstory and his mom being revealed in canon :)))

Four excerpts of feelings from your characters:

1. (Damian's POV) Asher asked, “How did you get burned? I didn’t see you get injured during that fight.” Wincing a bit as he shifted, Damian explained, “I’m sure it was an accident, Jason hit me with a fireball. It’s weird though, no goons or anybody was anywhere near me, so he missed by a long shot-” Asher’s eyes widened, and he jumped up, storming out into the hall. “Jason!” The hallway filled with angry yelling, mostly Asher cussing him out in Spanish.

2. (V's POV) The prison transport rumbled through the city streets, escorted by two cop cars front and back. All of them were handcuffed with chains leading to the floor. All eight of them were sat shoulder to shoulder, and either glared at each other or avoided gazes entirely. They’d taken Kylee’s phone and since she was handcuffed, she just glared at people or stared out the tiny barred window. The tech genius or hacker- Chase, V remembered his name being- was nervously picking at his fingers until they bled. Then he spoke, voice so quiet the others almost missed it. “They’re gonna try to take off our masks aren’t they?” The one with ice powers- V never caught their name- said, “Well shit.” Finally, everyone was looking at each other without glaring or itching to start bickering. No one could see their faces, and cops were especially a no-go.

3. (Asher's POV) The others were currently outside keeping Boss Lady and her cronies occupied, leaving the building mostly defenseless. Asher had taken care of the remaining goons pretty quickly, and probably given them permanent blindness from the bright flash of his powers. He usually never went that far but… Well, this was his boyfriend they were talking about. “Are you sure he’s here?” Asher asked, blood rushing in his ears and an icy hand closing around his heart. “I’ve been tracking the movements in and out of this building for a while now,” Chase said, “And I also hacked the cameras for some… footage… that I don’t think you want to see.” Asher swallowed and nodded. If that horrifying live stream they’d seen was any indication… Well, he didn’t want to know how bad it’d gotten in the couple days it had taken to scour the city for where they were keeping Damian. 

4. (Chase's POV) Kylee let out a frustrated huff, “That’s too long.” “Not my problem,” Chase shrugged. There was a rush of air, and the remote was gone from its spot where Chase had left it. They set down their project and jumped up, letting out a slew of Romanian curses. “HEY! KYLEE YOU LITTLE-!” They whipped around and found Kylee standing on the other side of the room. She held the remote and twirled it mockingly with two fingers and stuck her tongue out at him with a smirk.

Five Tropes featured:

Found Family BUT they're all dumbasses

Enemies AND Lovers/It's Complicated and Lovers

Chaotic teenagers with superpowers

Villain arcs, villain redemption arcs, and a villain arc INTO a redemption arc

Tragic hero(es)

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[payservewomen]

I’m tempted to say “I’ve hit a new low”😔 but in reality, I’ve been at rock bottom for…a very long time. Years I suppose.

But at least a few years ago, I interacted with women outside of work. But now? I don’t even leave my bedroom on my days off from work.

I sit on my bed, watching humiliation clips; calling ignore phone lines; taking embarrassing photos of myself; edging myself, oftentimes for many hours(almost never less than 4hrs. up to 12hrs)

The one newer development is- I’ll edge for a while, but then the sadness/anxiety makes me go limp….or i’ll be semi hard but my loser penis only grows slightly larger.

It’s like i’m trying to keep in as small as possible, because I know it should be teeny tiny. It CAN grow to 7in but considering how pathetic I am, part of me wishes I had a microdick. Then I could forget these thoughts i have of becoming a normal person again.

Then I could search 24/7 for a superior woman who wants to use and abuse me.

I fantasize about meeting a woman and dating….Getting comfortable with her to the point that I’m able to do the best I’m capable of in making her orgasm…. But then we open up and share kinks etc….and i know as time goes on, there will be many times my dick doesn’t work.

Slowly over time, she realizes just how much of a beta i am, and begins flirting with real, confident men.

By this time, we’re living together; Maybe one month she asks me to cover all the rent, then bills and spends her money on going out….Then a “friend” of hers(maybe with a unisex name that’s usually a woman’s name)is coming into town; she offers our place to stay….Tells me to make dinner etc saying “ali loves lobster tails and filet mignon! I know ur low on money, but it’s ok! I’ll still have enough left until ur next paycheck! Thanks sweetie! Maybe we’ll meet at the airport, then I’ll let you know when we’re on our way, flight gets in i think about 5pm but who knows if it’ll be on time”

I get off work, begin prepping everything….texting her asking if ali’s plane arrived at 5:30….”it did but we’re tryna find the luggage etc. With traffic it’ll take quite a while, plan for a late dinner!”

By 6:30, still nothing, so i text then call to find her phones off.

I figure she’ll probably be walking in any minute….So i check the “find my iphone” tryna be extra sweet and have everything timed perfectly. I see it moved from the airport towards home and begin making dinner….Until i realize another hour has passed. I check it again to see it’s been somewhere between home and the airport for 2 hours now!

Next thing i know, it’s 10, then 11, then 12 midnight!

I’m dozing off and finally see a text “Omg babe i’m sorry! I lost track of time! Ali said getting a hotel room would be easier, and we’ve just been catching up but ugh it got so late and you know how i don’t like to drive at night anyway, so I’m just gonna stay here tonight, see ya tomorrow!”

I just fall asleep, and wake in the AM to see several weird video texts from a number i don’t know….I hear giggling and a man’s voice….almost seeming like someone’s trying to record something and my gf saying “no stop don’t! that’s mean ali!” There’s at least 4-5 clips like that, the last one ending with my girlfriends sexy belly on the screen. I figure ohhh they’re just having fun i guess? But it did give me a bad feeling in my stomach….

Those vids were sent at about 1am. Then at 2am, just a close up of what i’m sure is my gf’s skin, but i can’t tell what part of her body…..but the audio on it was simply my gfs voice sounding like she’s whining or moaning or something? and saying “mmmmm ohhhhk fuck it”

Then 30mins later the clip begins blacked out, but with clear audio…just sounds like licking and slurping….Then a man’s voice “yeah worship it bitch. Now, say it” then the phone moves, showing an arrogant looking man smiling, then it slowly pans down over his entire perfectly fit muscular body….very slowly, stopping on each part of his stunningly perfect body….i mean this guy had an 8pack! Absolutely chiseled in every way. Then it stops to show his abs and v-lines, and then slowly shows his balls…I didn’t know balls could actually be that big!

Then slowly as possible, the camera moves to show the thickest cock i’ve ever seen!

Then the vids stop…but there’s a text at 4am with only an address….my gf knows i wake up for work at 4am…

i call and text her but her phones off ofc. I go to work, and finally around noon, my gf calls saying she’s going shopping with Ali, saying she didn’t bring any of her credit cards asking if i’ve got any money left…i tell her i’m not sure how much, but i’ve got $500 in a sportsbook app from winning the night before…”omg babe that’s perfect! Don’t worry i can move it from there, is it your normal password?” I answer yes, and ask her just to leave at least $100 or so….

And ask if theyre gonna be having dinner tonight…”yeah sweetie we are! I’ll let you know when we’re on the way”

I ask her wtf all those vids were. and who that guy was and she replies “huh? Wait what? You’re telling me you got videos from a random number?! And it had a perfect man’s body with a horse cock?! Lol babe i dunno what websites you’ve been visiting but i’d imagine it’s something to do with that!🤣 What?! u think i’m cheating on you with an old friend or something?! jk! Love u babe”

I hang up the phone and immediately get the same text with the same address, i look up the address to find a really really nice hotel is there. Then another text comes through simply saying “penthouse suite, beta cuck”

Then another text….just a screenshot of a receipt from stub hub for tickets to the nuggets game that night, 5:10pm. 2 tickets, $250 each, wow, better than i’ve ever had for sure.

Then one more text again with the hotels address, saying “ur welcome to stop by whenever, but i suggest you either wait for us to get there or something. not getting up to open the door if we busy fuckin. Can’t wait to see your bitch ass cry🤣”

This one hits me like a ton of bricks and it’s feeling more n more that it’s gotta be exactly what it seems….but no way she’d do this to me!

The great part of our relationship is complete and total honesty and openness! My gf, allison is kinky and loves to be a dirty slut, and we have talked about her fucking others, maybe even a gangbang!

But we’d only done a handful of super kinky things….we’re both submissive so it’s kinda hard to push it and try really crazy n kinky things….we both need that more aggressive attitude!

But i know she loves me deeply. We’ve such an intensely strong emotional connection, more than either of us ever have!

Still no word from my gf and it’s 8pm. At 9pm she finally texts me but it’s the exact same as from the other phone number and it’s just the hotel address and room number…..I call her back, and it rings and rings until going to voicemail. Maybe she didn’t hear it, i call again…it rings 3-4times, less than the last time, then goes to voicemail. I try again and it rings twice then voicemail….Again, same thing. I call yet AGAIN, prob the 6th time and it goes straight to voicemail!

I check the phone locator app and see her phone was at ball arena(nuggets play there)the length of the game….and moved to exactly where the hotel is.

I get dressed, now fearing the worst, but thinking “ok this makes no sense! Either she’s playing some joke on me; something weird like that or some surprise for me?”But i do realize that the most likely thing is…maybe she’s been partying with her friend, she cheated and isn’t sure how to deal with me…..But what’s up with the pics etc? ofc she’s aware of my pervy kinks etc, and she’s prob making it seem like she’s cheating on me, i’m hoping!

I walk to the light rail station, and get on the train….Ugh yeh don’t have the money to get an uber…i checked my bet365 account to see its at zero!

Wtf?! I had some futures bets….ones i could cash out for about $250 total, but they were all just cashed out! i’ve not one bet at all and no money here!

I see that $800 was withdrawn and my bank account was credited $800! But $500 used for the tickets, and $300 spent at some weird fancy store downtown.

Ok that’s it i’ve gotta see what’s up as i’m sitting on the train, mind running wild. Fuck, i gotta get off and walk 20mins, then get a bus!

I get off the train, walking to the bus stop…..Bus finally comes and oh fuck, as i’m tryna buy a bus ticket on the app(for $2.75) It dawns on me “fuck i don’t have enough money in my account” i look at the driver and say “i’m not sure why it’s not working” he looks at it and says “yeah cuz you’re card is being declined, sorry” and closes the doors.

I’m defeated and want to cry. Looking at google, i see it’ll take 2.5 hours to walk there….

It’s now almost 10pm and i consider going back home, but then wtf?! I can’t just sit at home wondering wtf is going on!

So i walk and walk…i watch the clip again and again of the perfect man’s body, fantasizing that the woman i’m in love with is cheating on me in the meanest way possible….Finally, it’s after midnight and I arrive at the hotel….I ask the front desk how to get to the penthouse, and she tells me “the elevator is right over there, but Sir, there isn’t anyone staying there right now”

I thank her and walk away tryna figure out what to do.

I text my gf asking why she texted me that address. she texts back right away with another address! I lose it and call a few times, each time it’s sent to voicemail. I text her back yelling “OK WTF is going on?! What’s your problem? Tell me what’s happening right fucking now!”

She texts back “i’m sorry sweetie, i didn’t mean to upset you! Just having fun with my friend, sorry guess i didn’t realize….I’ll be home tonight, but we’re out, omg babe i’m so drunk! I’ll see you at home, probably late!”

So i begin to walk back home…and remember the light rail isn’t running anymore….Now, I’ve got a 3.5 hour walk!

Finally i arrive home, it rained a little and i’m soaked, socks wet, and miserable and exhausted….

I open the door and hear slurping sounds and my gf giggling. My heart sinks and i already know what’s happening….I yell “wtf are you laughing about?! The fuck is wrong with you, ur being a fucking bitch!”

And i see the same man from the clips emerge from my bedroom, butt naked….he’s holding my favorite shirt, sweat dripping off his immaculate body and he wipes it off, then wipes his asshole with it, now it has skidmarks and throws it at me, saying “wtf did you say bitch?”

I ask who he is and what he’s doing at my place he replies “whatever tf i feel like doing faggot!” I say no it’s my place, and no i’m not gay” i emphasize gay, since i’m not a fan of bigotry and homophobia…”yeh didn’t say your gay, but you ARE a bitch ass faggot! Wtf you gonna do about it, huh? that’s wtf i thought, now, on your knees…obey or i’m gonna beat you up so badly….maybe you’ll get outta the hospital by the time i get out of jail, but it’s your choice” while making his pecs bounce in a very intimidating way. he walks up to me cracking his knuckles saying “ya know, i really DO hope you put up a fight; nobody ever wants to fight me” I look him up and down, knowing he’d kill me quickly….He’s gotta be a foot taller than me….im 5’9 and he’s gotta be at least 6’6!

I ask if i can take my shoes and wet socks off first and he laughs then slaps me in the face, open handed but hard, immediately followed by a left handed slap, i lose my balance and stumble to my knees, then i say “ok ok” on my knees looking up at him.

“Thank me for bullying you. Do it bitch” i thank him, he laughs, spits on me and gives me a wedgie….i make noise indicating it’s hurting, and he proceeds to give me an atomic wedgie…laughs then demands i take my clothes off but keep my wet socks on….

He laughs hysterically at my dick and shouts “baby, how tf were you actually fucking THIS?! omfg, ok come on slut”

And i see my love…she’s crawling on all fours..crawls up to this greek god and begins kissing his feet. She works her way up his legs, as she kisses and licks literally every inch of his perfect body.

Ali then says “ok now, don’t make me tell you again”

She looks me directly in my eyes “Bobby, keep looking in my eyes, ali says we must keep eye contact and he’s in charge here, ok? Please listen to what he says, i don’t want you to get hurt, i really don’t…not physically anyway. I say that because i i i DO want you to get emotionally hurt. I am sorry but when Ali told me he wanted to fuck me, i told him about you. Over months he kept teasing me for fucking such a loser; i love you but you are a loser. He’s been sending me pics of him, and the girls he fucks and omg babe, they cum so hard, and I fondly remembered being fucked by ali. I broke up with him cuz he cheated constantly and i thought that wasn’t ok, Now i realize how superior he is. It’s a small price to pay to be allowed to touch a superior man, im sure you understand. After i admitted how badly i wanted him he began insulting you and making fun of you. He made me take pics and record our sex, and that’s why i haven’t cum in so long, he said i wasn’t allowed with a loser like you. Ali is a sadist, he loves to make women worship him and loves nothing more than breaking beta men like you. That’s not an insult; you’re a beta, he’s an alpha, ya know?

He’s been planning for months to do this….it’s his masterpiece of destroying a loser!”

By this time i’m crying, tears streaming down my face…

“now bobby, we’re recording all of this and you’re now going to thank ali for making your fantasies come true. I know it hurts; the goal is to break you. Ali and i will marry, and you will work for us and live in a tiny room in the basement. U will be used and abused. I know it hurts but this is your new life now. Sure you can run away or something, but then ali will send all the vids and clips to your entire contact list.

But right now you’re going to beg ali to let you eat his sweaty asshole, do it you fucking piece of shit!” By this time ali is rubbing her pussy with his foot and it’s making her horny af….mmm fuck, i fucking hate you loser!” And she spits on me, confusing and hurting me.

I begin to beg to eat his asshole….

And wow, I began this planning on just whining about being so sad and pathetic but then wrote all this…wow i’ve got issues

[talyns-fanfics]

My Villain Fantasy

Chapter 2

Warnings: not that I know of please let me know if I got this wrong

Notes: no one speaks medieval

Izuku and Shinso were silently following the group, who hardly made any sound either. Izuku recognized the path as it was the same one he and The Midnight Coven took to the campsite. It was like it happened yesterday. He met the sisters just a couple days before they died right in front of him. Kairi Hirosa, the youngest of the sisters, had given him his official license.

Before he could ponder any more, the group stop right at the campground. “We knew you were following us.” Eraser says to Izuku and Shinso. “Your footsteps are so loud”. She turns around and uses her Quirk, neutralizing Shinso’s. After that, a fight broke out. Izuku vs Eraser and #3, Shinso vs the other three.

Despite having to fight Quirkless, Shinso is able to hold his own. The same couldn’t be said for Izuku, who could barely get a shot in. #3 kept leaping around the place while Eraser keeps her distance between her and Izuku. As #3 kept hopping, she continuously kicks Deku before swiftly hopping away.

It continued until Izuku had enough. While activating One For All at 50%, a new power emerges. It was greenish and was like thrashing tendrils. One grabs onto Eraser, hoisting her above the ground. “Ow! Please stop!” Her hood falls off, showing blonde hair and blue eyes, so blue you might mistake them for sapphires. The other hooded figures stopped fighting Shinso, their focus trained on Eraser.

Izuku had lost control of himself and his new power, not even recognizing who was caught. Shinso realizes that her eyes weren’t red, meaning he can use his Quirk. “Midoriya! Stop playing around and actually fight her!” Wait, Shinso’s Quirk, it can get me out of this…

“Ok!” Izuku yells out, his actions immediately stopping and the new power deactivates. Eraser drops to the floor, breathing heavily. #3 rushes to her side, gently holding her head. #3 takes off her hood, her long, dark green hair falling out.

“Jet! We need to get her out of here!” #3 says to another cloaked figure, who rushes over to the two. His own hood flies off, showing his blonde hair with a single lightning bolt streak in his hair.

Villain: Jet

Quirk: Jet

This power grants the user the ability to expel air from open holes on the soles of their feet. This allows them to fly around a limited range as well as move faster than the eye can follow, even on the ground.

Jet gently picks up Eraser as if she was made of glass before turning to the others two cloaked figures, who both take off their hoods. One had wild, red hair and red eyes, the other had blue hair and wore a pair of glasses.

Villain: #8

Quirk: Dragon

This power allows the user to transform into a dragon, a powerful mythological creature.[1] This form grants them abilities commonly associated with dragons, including flight, powerful jaws and claws.

Villain: #4

Quirk: Iron Claws

This power turns the end of the user's fingers into metallic claws.

“We need to get to safety as quick as possible.” #4 says, turning to #8. “#8, you need to take the rest of us while Jet handles Eraser.” #8 nods silently before taking dragon shape. #3 and #4 climb onto his back before he takes flight, Jet following close behind with the almost unconscious Eraser.

In Izuku’s mind, he finds himself in a dark space, an ethereal choir singing faintly. A tall man appears in front of him. “Woah, kid. You could have done some real damage to her.” Izuku looks questionably at the older man. “Wait, you don’t have a mouth here. I’m just gonna have to speed run this.”

The older man opens his palm. “What you just saw, what tied up that young woman, was my Quirk. You were so focused on getting to her, and my Quirk was the best one for the job.”

Hero: Lariat

Quirk: Black Whip

This special power grants the user the ability to produce energy tendrils from any part of their body and command them at will. These tendrils are black in coloration with a glowing light teal outline. This Quirk appears to be powered by emotions, primarily anger, meaning the greater the anger, the stronger the Quirk becomes.

“You need to remember, kid. You’re not alone here.” Daigoro says to Izuku before looking back at his hand. It was dematerializing right in front of him. “Ah snap, that’s all the time I got. Don’t forget it. You’re not alone.”

Izuku wakes up in a cold sweat. “Are you ok, Midoriya?” Shinso asks, helping him sit up. “I think I’m fine, but those people. Why did they seem so familiar?”

Tanaka steps into a shallow pond, carrying a dead corpse behind themself, 20 other corpses already in the water. “I have to bring you all back. If I do, maybe Deku will be happy again.” Tanaka lays into the water, in the center of the corpses. After some time, the corpses reanimate. They walk out of the pond, leaving an unconscious Tanaka behind.

[twilightofthe]

writing patterns tag game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @loosingmoreletters thank youuuu but i feel bad i haven’t star warsed on main really since the depression diagnosis which has been a few years so the first 4 fics aren’t even SW ;_; Also i put some of my parts from our collab fics to make me feel better about only having published/updated two (2) solo things within the last couple of years xD

Ok but here goes:

1. It’s just after midnight and Wei Ying is mournfully attempting to wash away his blue balls under the tepid-instead-of-cold shower head.

2. Blacking out after summoning however many the fuck demons who live in your head into the living realm does not always last for long, because blacking out means means you’re retreating inside your head where the demons run amok and they really make shitty company for any extended period of time, so sooner rather than later you end up dragging yourself back to consciousness just to avoid them.

3. The thing about being dead is that it’s a very distinct sensation, putting things if not lightly then the only possible way to put them because how does one explain the feeling of death to someone who has never experienced it before?

4. “Hmm…”

5. After two weeks of traveling at sublight with only the distant, unforgiving stars and his own dwindling sanity for comfort, the far-off, twinkling gem of a planet through the viewport would almost be enough to make Obi-Wan cry if crying didn’t take energy.

6. The first time it happens can be blamed on Anakin’s love of questionable quality holofilms.

7. Whenever Anakin thought about maybe changing his mind on his shift-form, he always reminded himself of the massive amounts of hair over the furniture shed from Obi Wan and Ahsoka alone, and how he was more than happy to not add to it.

8. Considering what had happened the last time he was there, Din Djarin hadn’t planned to set foot in the same star system as Tatooine anytime soon, let alone on the planet itself.

9. Anakin was having a shitty day.

10. Trace doesn’t know how long it had been exactly since Ahsoka left them when the galaxy fell apart.

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Ok, that’s the past 10! What i realize from them is that firstly, I’m an absolute run-on sentence whore and proud of it lol. Secondly, I internalized WAY too much paranoia about what constitutes a good hook because all of these read like “omg please be drawn in PLEASE be drawn in”. Like they’re not bad, but I can recognize myself and my intentions in my words and I see my eagerness. It’s kind of sweet.

Secondly, I realize that I do really miss Star Wars, but i think a combination of pandemic, a sudden depression diagnosis, and some unpleasant interactions ended up like. Tainting my memories of writing from that era and making it really hard to come back. Plus now I’ve got a newer hyperfixation and i keep reading a bunch of fic for it and stalking people’s tumblr blogs but also doing zero creation of anything to participate. I’ve gotten into some other fandoms in the past two years that make up the first four fics on the list, but even then it’s been hard to publish things that haven’t just been gift fics for my friends, jokes i can take a little less seriously, and collabs that make me less anxious as there’s numbers involved. I really do miss writing though. Like I’m a p decent writer I think, of course I’ve got much to improve, but reading through this and it is NOT as bad as I thought it would be, it’s good! But I wish I hadn’t abandoned so many sw fics, people have been so NICE, and it just feels like I’ve let them down. But I can’t even remember my original ending plans for so much of it and Disney continuing to leech all the joy and energy out of the series hasn’t helped either. But I am still insisting that I’ll be back one day. I will.

[multiphandommess]

Grievances

Requested by @wosoobsessed

Request - Hi, would you maybe be able to do a bit of an angsty one with Natasha? I lost my mum earlier this year. So maybe the reader's mum passes away and Natasha is just the best partner and comforts her through the Journey of her grief and like holds her while she cries. And goes with her to the funeral. Sorry if this is too sad you don’t have to do it I 100% understand if this isn’t the stuff you would want to write 😂😂But thank you anyway!!

I sat there in shock. I got the phone call everyone dreads, the call from someone letting you know a loved one has passed. My mother, a kind and funny woman, had passed on earlier today, and after getting a call from my sister, my world was crushed. The tears hadn’t set in yet, I was still processing the words that I had been told. Natasha was wrapping up filming for Poker Face season 1 in upstate New York. I wanted to text her, ask her to come back to the apartment with a bottle of liquor and a box of tissues, and fall into her arms. However, I felt bad doing that. It was only 10 a.m. and she had left at 7. This meant that there was most likely a 12-hour shoot day today and that she wouldn’t be home until 11 or midnight. So, I did the next best thing, I drove to the store, got some booze, and came home and cried. And watched sad movies, and cried. It was about 10 pm and I had a lot to drink. I wasn’t on another planet or anything cliche, but I wasn’t sober. And that's how Natasha found me, lying on the couch, staring off into space and mumbling to myself. “Hi Natty!” I slurred. Natasha looked shocked at my state, “Baby? What, uh, what happened?” The question made me remember why I got so drunk in the first place. This time, the tears came. I couldn’t stop them, they just kept pouring down my face. This reaction shocked Natasha, even more. “Ok, ok. Let’s get you to bed, ok honey? We can talk in the morning.” The next thing I knew, I was waking up in our shared bed with a killer hangover. After I emptied my stomach of the booze, I sat down on the bed next to an expectant Natasha. “So, do you wanna tell me what last night was all about? I brought home some beers to celebrate filming wrapping, but when I got home you were 2 sheets to the wind,” Natasha said, looking at me worried. “Nat…I…just…here,” I couldn’t get the words out, so typed it into my phone and handed it to my fiance. I was on the verge of tears again as I waited for her reaction. She didn’t say anything, she just pulled me into her and held me. I cried in her arms for a while. To be honest, I’m not sure how much time passed. All I know is that when I was done, it was no longer morning. We had spent the day cuddling, crying, and sleeping. 

“Darling? Are you hungry? I can hear your stomach rumbling,” Natasha said, after multiple hours of grieving. I nodded my head, my throat sore. “What would you like to eat?” She asked again. I only shrugged my shoulders, not currently wanting to make a decision. “Does pizza sound good?” Once again, I only nodded. I got up and made myself look a little more presentable and walked to meet Nat by the door. She took my hand and walked us to her car. 

I got in the car and she did too. As she drove, I decided to finally speak. “I’m sorry, bub,” I said, looking at my lap. I felt bad. I felt like I had been clingy and just overall annoying. 

“No, no. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Why would you think that? You’re grieving over the loss of someone who was a giant part of your life. You can be as sad as you want. I’m going to take some time off and I’m going to be with you, ok? Because I don’t want you to think that this is something to be ashamed of. Feeling like this, feeling emotional, even feeling numb, is all a part of the process of grief. Please understand that you don’t have anything to be ashamed of.” Natasha reassured me. I almost cried out of relief. “Really?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around the kindness and acceptance of my partner. She nodded as we pulled into the restaurant parking lot.

“I promise, hon. You have nothing to be ashamed of and you shouldn’t feel weak. Now, I’m gonna go in and get our food. Want your normal?” She asked. After I told her what I wanted, she walked into the store. I was still feeling lost without my mom. She was the kind of woman everyone looked up to. She was a head-turner, yet she put kindness before looks. Even though I knew it would be hard to navigate this world in this new normal without her, I knew that Natasha would help and support me through my grievances.