#i’ve still been really sleepy nonetheless

[ruru-kiss]

It's okay Ruru you can do it we believe in YOU🫵 don't let a sheet of paper dictate your life, that's not quite girlboss😤 (delulu)

soy ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ you’re so right, i need to have a little faith in myself (the trees don’t speak for me)

i hope school has been treating you well & things on your end are okay. i believe in you too !! & we’ll get through it together ₊˚⊹♡

[inmyheaddd]

wake up call - rafe cameron x reader

summary: pranking soft/tired!rafe after a party, by spewing absolute nonsense warnings: maybee slightly ooc rafe?? nothing really wc: 481 a/n: not too sure why i wrote this, i never write for obx 🤔🤔 i think its the drew starkey edits getting to me

“rafe,” you patted his shoulder, “raaaafe,” he didn’t respond to you, only groaning as he turned in his sleep.

it was nearing 3 am now, and you had just gotten back from some party. you had been so exhausted just 30 minutes ago in the car as rafe drove you home, but now sleep seemed to be the last thing on your mind. rafe on the other hand, fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. 

after scrolling on your phone for a little while and seeing a video of a girl pranking her boyfriend, you decided it would be a good idea to do the same to the brunette who was dead asleep next to you.

“it’s super important,” you tapped his shoulder, “rafe. quick, wake up.” you lightly shook his arm as he mumbled incoherently, then turned away from you. 

“rafe, it’s an emergency. the beach broke, i need you to fix it for me.” you added, your voice so full of worry that it made rafe stir around again, this time to face you, with his eyes still closed. “…what?” he muttered as he scrunched his face up in confusion.

“you have to fix it, rafe.” you bit your bottom lip, almost shaking with the laughter you were holding in.

“alright, alright. i’ll do it tomorrow, yeah?” he grumbled as he patted his arm around mindlessly, trying to find you.

“you better, it’s really important.” you thanked god that he couldn’t see the wide smile on your face, contrasting to the dead serious, worried hint your voice took on.

“also, can you buy mars for me?” you almost broke out laughing right then and there at the blabber you were coming up with. “i’ve had my eye on it for a while, y’know? i think it would match that red top i have really well.” 

“sure, whatever you want.” he mumbled languidly as he tried to pulled you closer to him, before his face scrunched up in confusion. 

“baby,” he said, “what the fuck are you talkin’ about?” he blinked his eyes open at you, his eyebrows knitted together. “are you high?”

“nooo, oh my god.” your giggles broke out as you threw your head back, “it was a prank! i’m sorry.” you didn’t sound sorry in the slightest, still laughing uncontrollably at your boyfriends confused, and likely annoyed expression.

he tutted, briefly shaking his head and turning it to the side. you weren’t too sure if you were imagining the tiniest of smiles on his lips or not. “don’t play that stupid shit on me, go back to sleep.” 

your laughter began to fade as he adjusted his position and turned you around, pulling your back flush against his front and wrapping his arms around you. 

“you’re no fun.” you muttered, nonetheless with a smile on your face.

“yeah, i know, baby.” you felt the ghost his lips on your neck, “talking about buying mars and fixing the beach. get some sleep.” 

now, you could practically feel the way his lips turned up on your skin. that was a huge win in your book. 

debating your choices, you wanted to see if you could push his buttons just once more.

“…rafe?”

a sleepy hum.

“if you could though, would you get me mars?”

silence. 

you figured he was asleep, so you took the loss and closed your eyes, but then he finally spoke:

“how much did you fucking drink?”

another a/n: this is a rafe version of the “half asleep” grayson hawthorne fic that i wrote!! (sorry guys im incapable of coming up w something new rn…)

[n0thingbutlov3]

need you now | 2 |

in which readers true feelings are revealed.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings/tags: angst again (whoops) miscommunication (it’s short dw) fluff, reader is hungover lol, spencer is handsomely disheveled (moans) mentions of blueberry muffins being readers favourite type of muffin (sorry for not being vague but also if you don’t like blueberry muffins??? why) some tears, some swearing, some kissing, suggestiveness at the end of you squint (WHOOPS *evil smirk*) no use of y/n!! wc: 2.1k a/n: call me slim shady because i am back!!! i procrastinated writing this because i was scared everyone was secretly judging my writing and actually hated it and a second part would be a stupid idea but THEN i realised that was a little bit silly so im here B) part one got over 1000 notes (INSANE) all the support has been so so lovely—every note, reblog, and comment means the world to me, thank you!! i hope this part is okayy, feedback is always appreciated :) i hope you enjoy it you choose to read!!! <3 p.s kissing scenes are so difficult to write, i think i done absolutely awful!!!so let’s ignore that…. if you haven’t already and you’d like to, you can read part one here!

Your eyelids twitched as the early morning sun filtered through your bedroom. What was usually a calming wake-up call now felt like being blinded.

You burrowed your face into your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to dull the throbbing in your head. This is why you didn’t drink often.

Asides from the obvious headache and nausea, you always seemed to wake up with a sense of dread; ‘hangxiety’—a friend had called it once. It was creeping up on you now, and even though you weren’t sure exactly what you had done, you knew it was bad. You flipped onto your back, fixing your gaze to the ceiling as if it could tell you what irreparable mistakes you had made last night.

It couldn’t, of course. The only thing you had realised is that you should probably coat it in a new layer of paint soon.

“How’re you feeling?”

You shot up, eyes widening at the sight of a man in your doorway. A man whose sleepy voice and disheveled hair threatened to make you melt, but a man who should not be in your doorway, nonetheless; Spencer.

Your brain was quick to supply you with information then, your memory coming back in hazy remnants. You were upset so you…called Spencer for the first time in months. Yikes. He didn’t answer so you turned to a bottle of high end whiskey instead—yikes, again—and passed out on your couch, only to wake up to your ex-boyfriend in your apartment. Cue more sobbing, a pathetic attempt at asking—no, more like begging—him to get back together with you, and that was it. Well, mostly. There was also the promise of discussing your breakdown in the morning. The morning, which was now.

What the fuck.

“Like I’ve been napalmed.” You weren’t sure you were just referring to your raging hangover.

That prompted a raspy kind of chuckle from him and Jesus Christ—you really shouldn’t have called, because it was going to be infinitely harder to watch him leave when he inevitably told you you were sad loser who needed to get a grip and move on—except, he’d be a lot nicer than that, wouldn’t he? Because even if things were over between you, he was still the sweetest person you had ever met and he’d never say anything to intentionally hurt you. Maybe things would be easier if he did. If he wasn’t so sickeningly perfect—if he just insulted you in the way you were certain you deserved, then maybe you’d get over him quicker.

“So, I-ah-uber’d breakfast—“

Your inner turmoil came to a screeching halt at those words.

“You uber’d? You?”

He scoffed, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“The team’s been very into it lately and I always finish my paperwork first so it only makes sense that I—stop laughing! I can uber!”

“Sorry! I just can’t imagine the great Doctor Reid stooping to the levels of a fast food delivery app. Do you ever order to the wrong place?”

“No.” he said, unconvincingly. “Well, only once—“

You were laughing again.

He whined, turning on his heel.

“Just take your aspirin and hurry up!” He grumbled petulantly as he left the room, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

After a quick freshen up and taking the pills placed on your bedside table—as per his request—you padded through to the living room, joining Spencer on the couch.

You gasped delightedly as he pulled out muffins from a brown paper bag. To be more specific, blueberry muffins; your favourite.

“Did you know that blueberries are good for fighting hangovers? They’re rich in vitamin C, which helps break down and metabolise blood alcohol. Muffins too, they—what? Do I have something on my face—“

“No! No, sorry,” You had been caught staring—ogling, more like. “I just missed…that.”

“What? My incessant rambling?” He was joking, but you could hear the insecure twinge in his voice—the one that told him he was too much. Over the course of your relationship, you had showed him that he didn’t have to think like that around you—that he was never too much; he was perfect in your eyes. You hated that he doubted that now.

“Yes, actually.” You tried to keep your tone light, unserious. But there was nothing unserious about just how badly you had missed the man sitting beside you. How you could hear his voice in your mind when you drove late at night, giving you statistics on accidents. Or how on other late nights, you swore you could feel his hands ghosting over your skin—only to find out it was your imagination.

If he could see how truthful you were being, he didn’t acknowledge it, turning his attention back to the coffee table.

“I’ll, um, save you the facts on how beneficial coffee is for hangovers, anyway.” He smiled awkwardly, shuffling a paper coffee cup to where your muffin sat.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, “for the coffee, not the withholding of information—i’m a real fiend for coffee facts…especially when they’re related to curing hangovers!” You said a little too cheerily, trying to alleviate the awkward tension. Although, that only seemed to make it worse.

Spencer just huffed out a little laugh in response, taking the wrapper off of his muffin.

The rest of breakfast went by in silence. Not the comfortable silence you always seemed to have with Spencer—when you were together, you reminded yourself—but a strained one. The kind of silence that occurs when there’s something left unsaid, and you’re just waiting for someone to spit it out.

Spencer broke first.

“So we should probably talk…about last night.”

You finished the remainder of your coffee, setting the empty cup down before turning your whole body to Spencer, tucking your legs up underneath you.

“Right, yeah…”

A beat passed, Spencer’s eyes darting around your face—assessing you.

For someone who had imagined this conversation in your mind countless times, you certainly weren’t saying much.

“I—uh…was very drunk.”

Something in him shifted, like he was putting up imaginary walls.

“So you didn’t mean…any of it?” His brow furrowed, his nose twitching slightly.

“Well no, but I—“ You what? Meant every word you said and more? You couldn’t just say that. You had just got a small part of Spencer back and you didn’t want to ruin it by coming on too strong.

He waited for you to add something, anything, to show him that maybe, maybe there was a tiny part of you that still wanted him as badly as he wanted you. But you didn’t. You just sat there, playing with the fabric of your—his—t-shirt.

He couldn’t do it.

He was so tired of loving people only for them to leave like he had meant nothing to them. Was that all he was to you? Someone you could call when your inhibitions were lowered, looking for comfort? He would do anything to be back in your life again, but he couldn’t be a person of convenience; someone you only wanted when you were lonely.

He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing down the tightness in his throat.

“You were drunk and you got carried away, I get it. I think I better go though—“

“What? No, I—“ You bobbed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the words necessary to keep him here. There were too many of them and yet none at all. None except for three. Three words that you wished you had the courage to say months ago, or weeks ago, or last night. But you never claimed to be a courageous person, and you weren’t about to spill your heart out again only for it to end up in rejection.

Spencer stood, making his way to your bedroom to grab his shoes and coat. He didn’t care about his other clothes, he could buy more—he just needed out before he broke.

You sat dumbfounded on the couch, willing yourself to do something, say something. It was like you were frozen. And you stayed frozen. As Spencer shuffled around your bedroom, as he returned to the living room—completely avoiding your gaze—even as he searched for his keys. You hadn’t realised he had driven over here. He didn’t usually drive unless he had to get somewhere urgently. Were you someone worth seeing urgently to him?

He picked up his keys, heading for your door and only then did you realise how dire the situation was. If he left now you weren’t sure he would ever come back.

“No—wait, Spencer!” You stammered, lunging off the couch to try and stop him. He unlocked the door, moving to leave when you grabbed onto his jacket sleeve.

“Please don’t—I love you!”

“What?”

He turned to face you and you noticed just how wrecked he looked—not at all dissimilar from how you had for the last few months. Had he looked like that the whole time?

You must’ve been staring because when you came back to your senses he was calling your name exasperatedly.

“Do you mean it?”

You were fed up living like this; harbouring so much love for someone and not being able to express it. Even if he didn’t love you back, even if he was over you, you couldn’t go another moment without at least telling him how you felt.

“Yes,” you heaved, “I love you—I never stopped loving you, I was just…” You knitted your brows together, unsure how to phrase what you were feeling.

“I’ve never loved someone the way I love you and that’s…terrifying. I thought the way I felt was wrong, like—when you were on cases, I missed you so much, more than I thought humanely possible and—well, I never wanted to be the kind of girl to base her happiness on another person because that’s how you get hurt. So, I thought the only way to combat that was by…distancing myself. I thought if you weren’t in my life anymore then I’d be able to get a grip and become more independent—“ you huffed, trying to stop the wobble of your voice. “but it didn’t work, because then I was just missing you twice as much, except I couldn’t see you at all—“

“You could’ve answered my messages, we could’ve—“

“So you could return your key? Then things would actually be over. Why do you think I ignored your messages?”

“Why do you think I kept messaging? Angel, I was never going to return that key—at least not willingly—I just wanted to see you, to see if you were doing just as horribly without me as I was without you. You know, I couldn’t even focus on cases—Hotch even suggested I take some time off.”

You frowned, your voice impossibly small. “I’m sorry.”

He took a step toward you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“Don’t apologise, you were dealing with your emotions in the best way you knew how. I just wish…” he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. “I wish I hadn’t let you go so easily.”

His eyes were shining and—God, you wished you could take it all back. All the pain you had caused him, caused yourself, just because you were too scared to talk about your feelings.

“I wish I hadn’t left.” You blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. “Y’know, I read a book on astrophysics because it reminded me of you. I didn’t understand any of it but I couldn’t put it down. I still—“ you let out a watery chuckle. “still have it in my bedroom somewhere.”

Spencer smiled, swiping under your eye at a tear that must’ve escaped.

“Yeah? Maybe I can read it to you—help you understand it.”

“I’d like that.”

You didn't know much about celestial bodies or the ultimate fate of the universe, but you could've sworn you'd seen the stars pictured in that book in Spencer’s eyes when he looked at you.

“Say it again.” He mumbled, tilting his head down so that your faces were just inches apart.

“I love you.”

And then his lips were on yours, impossibly soft and everything you had been missing since you had broken up. He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed and all you could do was sigh into him because you knew the feeling.

He leaned back all too soon, resting his forehead against yours.

“Well, I should probably go—“ He smirked, but you cut him off before he could continue his teasing.

“You’re not funny.”

He narrowed his eyes, sucking his teeth.

“I don’t know, I—“

You pressed a firm hand on his chest, bunching the cotton of his t-shirt into a fist.

“Stop. Stay—we can have a pyjama day and maybe for dinner, you can show me just how tech savvy you’ve become and uber us some food—“

He rolled his eyes, kicking the door shut before pressing his lips to yours with more force this time.

“Stop talking.”

[darling-i-read-it]

Shower Before Bed

Phillip Graves x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: phil not eating, smut, unprotected smut(intentions of children in this case), shower sex, blowjob, teasing 

Author’s Note: i really said ‘next graves fic is gonna be so fluffy it hurts’ and then i wrote the nastiest thing i’ve ever written. (I did post the second part to this which is just the barbeque fluff so I was almost right) 

Summary: 

Genre: smut, fluff in part 2! 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You lifted your head off the couch arm. You could hear the sound of the door opening, slowly, like there was an attempt not to make noise. Your eyes fluttered open and you opened them widely to ward off the quickly coming sleep. The TV was still on but it had since changed from what you put it on. You wondered how long you had been in between sleep. The clock on the wall said 11. Despite Phil being an early riser, he never managed to get home early. 

You heard the sound of shoes being shuffled off. A loud sigh. Clothes being taken off, a jacket being hung up. 

You sat up and looked behind the couch. You placed your hands up on the back of it, putting your chin down on top of them. You watched the entrance to the living room, waiting for someone to emerge. 

Phil walked in slowly, dragging his feet across the hardwood floor of his home. He widened his sleepy eyes at the sight of you and a ghost of a smile haunted his face. 

“What are you doin awake darlin?” he asked but his voice wasn’t louder than a whisper. He almost sounded like one of the people on the TV. Far away, through a screen. 

“Waiting for you,” you said honestly. He hadn’t bothered to change out of his work clothes. He didn’t even realize he was still wearing his bulletproof vest till he tried to bend down and kiss you but it stabbed him in the stomach. Nonetheless, he kissed you chastley, dry lips leaving careful imprints on your skin. 

“You didn’t have to wait up.” 

“I know,” you said. Your voice was a little louder now. He came around the couch and sat down on the couch beside you. You put your hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t change.” 

“Too tired.” 

“Long day?” 

“Hm.” He turned to face you. You dragged your hand up to his neck and his chin. His skin was warm. You shuffled closer to him and started to grab the straps of his vest. 

“Can I take this off?” you asked. He nodded and you started to undo the straps, one by one, carefully. You moved his arm to remove the weight from his shoulders and then lifted it up over his head when you were done. He let you do it, wordlessly. “Have you eaten?” 

“Sure.” 

“Phil.” He pursed his lips. 

“I got busy.” He always forgot to eat breakfast, constantly leaving his protein shakes on the counter by accident. You always cursed him for missing dinner and got annoyed when he went to the gym without anything in his stomach. 

“I’m gonna warm up your dinner. It’s in the microwave.” 

“You didn’t have to make dinner.” 

“I figured you wouldn’t eat.” You started to stand, blanket falling off your lap. He grabbed your hand and dragged you back down to him. 

“Stay here a moment,” he muttered. “Just..stay with me.” You didn’t ask him how his day was. You tended not to. He would vent about it eventually but he had to stir in it first. Sleep on whatever horror he had gone through. 

“You need to eat. Give me one second.” He let you go after some more pushing. You turned on the microwave and grabbed a drink for him out of the fridge. The lights of the kitchen were dim. You brought him back the plate after a couple minutes. He had navigated to the bedroom, slowly trying to find something to sleep in. “Dinner’s served.” 

“Thanks babe,” he said quietly, taking it from you. He always pretended he wasn’t hungry until he had a plate of food in front of him and then it was all over. 

“You still doing the barbeque tomorrow? Almost all the guys RSVPed.” You gave him a look. “Thanks for giving them my number instead of yours by the way.”

“Easier. You’re more organized,” he said through chewing. You grabbed some sweatpants out of the dresser for him. “And yeah, I grabbed the steaks this morning on my way home from the gym.” 

“Did you buy enough for yourself?” 

“Yes,” he scoffed. You smiled and threw some clothes down beside him. 

“I grabbed the paper plates you asked for. And beer. I grabbed lots of beer.” He nodded once. He looked silly with his mouth stuffed with food, his cheeks like chipmunks. “Careful, you might choke.” He rolled his eyes but had to wait a moment to speak because he was still chewing. 

“This is good.”

“Thank you.” You climbed onto the bed, happy to feel the comforter under your fingers. He turned around to talk to you. It was like living with your built-in best friend, someone who always wanted to talk to you even when he was too tired to form sentences. He was so reserved and professional for so long that by the time he got home he was ready to let it all out. 

“You don’t mind that I’m using the house do you? Wes said we could use his next time if it’s a big deal.” You shook your head. 

“I don’t mind at all,” you assured him. “We have a house too big for the two of us anyway.”

“Daddy’s money,” he said, chewing. He was referring to himself. You kicked him, even with the light embarrassment raising to your face. 

“It’s nice to have the company is all I’m saying. Plus, I haven’t met some of the new guys.” 

Phil told you all about the Shadows. They were his friends, his family, his crew. You had hardly met most of them but you knew their life stories, their wives, their kids. When you first started to date Phil they used to joke you were like their new mom. Though you were all mostly around the same age, you took the title with pride and a little bit of humor. 

“You’ll like em. All very civil.” 

“They don’t take after you then.” He laughed gently. 

“I’m so civil doll,” he promised. “Speaking of the big house.” He pointed a fork at you, eating another bite that was far too large for him to take. You let him chew it, pretending to hang off the edge of your seat. “We could fill it up.”

“You want a dog?” He narrowed his eyes on you. You tilted your head, playing dumb. You wanted to hear him say it. 

“Not a dog.” 

“Then what? A cat? A bird? Lil hamster?” He couldn’t banter as quickly as usual because he was still eating. It gave you plenty of room to make up for him.

“Baby. Kid. Child.” You nodded, as though you were just understanding what he meant. 

“A human.” 

“Yeah,” he suggested, voice a little quieter. Phil wanted nothing else than to have kids with you. It was his biggest dream. Having kids, being a dad, living the happy life with you. Even when things were shitty at work, he held onto that. 

“What, right now?” 

“I’d never say no.” Your lips turned up to a smirk. 

“Well I’m too tired for the whole thing. You kept me up very late Commander Graves.” He pretended not to be disappointed. “A compromise?”

“I’m listening.” You could see his ears twitch, a thing that happened when he was particularly interested in the conversation. Either that or he was nervous. You smiled either way and crawled off the headboard towards him. He watched you do it, eyes trained on your mouth. He swallowed the lump of food hard, more like a gulp really. 

“You take a shower,” you started. He dipped his chin as you sat beside him, knees tucked under yourself. “I blow you. And then tomorrow morning, we can do that whole baby making thing.” 

He got off the bed, putting down his plate on the dresser. He grabbed his clothes from beside where he was sitting. 

“I’m takin a shower.” You watched him as he tossed his clothes on your bathroom counter, taking off his work shirt with such haste it got stuck on his dog tags. He didn’t bother closing the door. 

You knew that, despite your words, you would get far too carried away and whatever you had planned for the morning would happen within the next half hour. He’d be a perfect gentleman and claim he could wait, even with desperate, pleading eyes. You shoved yourself off the bed and joined him in the bathroom. 

He had his shirt off, working on his belt. He had scars littering his body. You knew the story to each one, though you sometimes asked him to retell them. You walked behind him to turn on the shower. You turned the knob onto hot, feeling his eyes following you as you did so. Because of that you dragged your hand up on the knob slowly, finger tips nimbly touching the tip. You put your hand under the water, ignoring him even as his eyes bore holes into your movements. 

Finally, you turned to him. 

“Warm enough?” you questioned, innocently. He had tossed his belt onto the counter with a clatter but his pants remained on. 

“Yeah, that’s plenty hot,” he said. 

“You didn’t touch the water.”

“I know.” 

You remained desperately far away from each other (which in truth, was about two feet). You tilted your head. 

“Are you going to go into the shower with your pants on? Tsk tsk.” You cleared the space between you, putting your fingers in the hem of his pants. You didn’t meet his eyes, intentionally looking down as you unzipped his pants. He watched your fingers move, carefully, deliberately. 

Eventually, you returned your fingers to the hem. You bunched his pants with his boxers and pulled them down easily, acting as though you were doing him nothing but a favor. You backed up just a tad and knelt down to a squat. You dragged them down to his ankles. You paid no attention to his semi, tapping his foot so he could lift it up. Once you had them off him, you grabbed the pants in a bunch and tossed them into the hamper. 

You stood up. You swore you could hear a disappointed moan leave his lips. 

“Well. Enjoy your shower,” you teased, turning to leave. 

This time he audibly groaned in disappointment. He grabbed your wrist, causing you to turn around. His eyes were wide, lips almost quivering with desire. 

“Baby,” he muttered. The power you had at the tips of your fingers. He didn’t like giving up his control and you knew that but he would never force you to do something you didn’t want to do. He toed the line now, breath heaving. “You’re killin me ‘ere,” he whispered. You let him pull you a little closer. He dragged your hand slowly down his body until your palm touched his dick, now raised and hard. 

You touched the top with your fingers and he slightly buckled at his knees. 

“Get in the shower,” you whispered. 

He didn’t want to leave your touch. It was practically torture. But the look in your eyes told him it was worth it. He set his jaw and did as he was told. 

You were wearing just your pajamas, some sweats and an old shirt of Phil’s. You took off the sweats as he stepped into the shower, leaving the curtain wide open. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, palming himself, watching as you undressed. You took off the shirt, his shirt, and tossed it aside. 

Wearing nothing but your undergarments, you approached the shower. Phil had a thing about taking your clothes off of you. He liked to unhook the bra, let it fall down your shoulders into his hands. You could take the water. Plus, these were old anyway. 

He moved to give you room, putting himself directly under the water stream. His hair was matted down onto his forehead, water dripping down his face. He was too focused to care. 

You stepped over the shower side and let the warm water hit you as it ricocheted off him. His shoulders were broad and strong. It was something you always forgot until you saw him shirtless. He was so..so big. 

You leaned forward, kissing him. He grabbed your sides, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his dick against your stomach, shoved between the two of you. He groaned into the kiss, water covering both of your faces. You bit his bottom lip, pulling it out and then letting him go.

Finally, you dropped to your knees. There was little grace in it, just a hard fall, but the pain in your knees was quickly forgotten. Phil would make comments about the bruises tomorrow. He looked down at you, eyes filled with lust. You grabbed his dick with your hand, slowly pumping it up and down. 

The touch clearly felt amazing because just that made his head fly back. You smiled, staring up at him as he enjoyed himself. 

“Baby please suck it,” he muttered. “Suck it,” he said quickly. You gave up on teasing him for the moment and finally wrapped your lips around him. You moved slowly, pumping your head all the way down his length. You took as much of him as you could until you gagged and came up for air. You licked his tip, holding the base of it with your hand. He groaned loudly, hands finding their way to your hair. 

“You like that Commander?” you asked. 

“Yeah baby. Yeah I like that.” You put your lips back around him, moving faster now. He broke down into moans, gasps as you went further down, seething breaths as you gripped his balls. “Just like that baby, fuck. Fuck you’re doin so good.” 

His fingers were digging into your hair, gripping at whatever he could grab. He pulled at it, trying to guide you. You let him take the control, moving your head as he pleased. He just looked so damn pretty up there, it was hard not to give in. 

He pulled your head off of him completely. To your surprise, you practically whined. 

“I don’t wanna cum on your pretty face tonight,” he muttered. He knelt down, helping you up to your feet. You almost slid back down but he had you in an iron grip. He kissed you, tasting himself on your lips, unable to get enough. He pressed you against the wall, expertly unhooking your bra. He took it off easily, sliding it down your arms, tossing it out into the bathroom. 

He stopped kissing you just to take off your panties, which he did quickly and with minimal struggle. You were soaking wet. It had been a long day without him. Water beat against the side of you both. He shook the water out of his hair, kissing you again. 

You and Phil typically used a condom. You used to be on the pill but came off it after you had been inconsistently taking it. He made no move to find a condom now. You didn’t say anything, gripping his shoulders. 

He pushed your legs so that they were spread a bit. You were both looking down as he slipped in the tip, causing your head to fly back against the wall. If you weren’t so enamored, it might’ve hurt. He took no time shoving the rest of him inside of you, to which you both gasped. The gasps turned to low moans. You put your hands under his arms, gripping his back. 

“Oh fuck Phil,” you groaned. “You’re so deep.”

“You okay?” 

“Move please.” He smirked, doing just as he was told. He started to thrust in and out of you. If Philip Graves could do anything, he could fuck. Your fingers dug into his skin, sliding down his back, surly leaving scratch marks. He grunted as he moved, each thrust considerate. You wanted to say something hot but all that came out of your lips was his name, over and over. He repeated yours back, a whisper, a grunt, and a prayer. 

“I’m not gonna last,” he muttered. You couldn’t blame him. You had done a considerable job to make sure he wouldn’t last. 

“Cum in me,” you whispered. 

It was all he needed. It was like he saw red, his thrusts no longer slow but now coming without a rhythm. Sloppy and hard he pushed you against the wall. You dug your nails into his back, feeling your own orgasm coming with his speed. You put your hands on his waist, annoyingly skinny. Your mouth was permanently open as you gasped, head jerking. 

You came with a long moan but he didn’t let up. Your head rested against the shower wall as he kept moving, clearly coming to his own end. You rode your high as he did so, bringing your head down to watch his face. He was concentrated, eyes fluttering open and closed, lips against your skin. 

Finally his legs shook, bottoming out inside of you, cumming. You pressed your chest against his and he held you tightly, thrusting a couple more times. His head rested on your shoulder. You were both breathing heavily. He remained inside of you as he kissed your skin, leaving marks on your collar bones that you would have to cover up tomorrow. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. 

You kissed the side of his head as he slid out of you. You were both wet now but you had no interest in actually showering. You had gotten what you came for. You dipped your head to kiss his lips and they lingered until you stepped out of the shower completely. You grabbed a towel, wrapping it around yourself. 

“You let me cum in you,” he commented. You turned back to him, drying yourself off. 

“I remember.” 

“Was that intentional?”

“Maybe.” You smirked back at him as you grabbed your pajamas off the floor and started to put them on. “I’ll be in bed Commander Graves. Join me when you’re done.” 

He watched you go, shaking his head. You grabbed his plate and brought it to the dishwasher while you waited for him. You rung out your hair into the kitchen sink before you went back upstairs. You climbed under the covers, adjusting to a comfortable position. 

About ten minutes later, he opened the bathroom door to join you in the bed. The lights were off so he navigated in the dark under the covers. You shimmied closer to him when he put his head down. He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to his chest. 

“Can we still do that in the morning?” he asked quietly. You laughed, a whole chest laugh that caught in your throat. 

“If we don’t I’ll be disappointed.” 

“Fuck, I love you.” You rolled your eyes and pressed your cheek against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. His heartbeat was evening out, getting comfortable. 

“I love you too Phil.”

“G’night doll.”

[camillesblogsposts]

Say yes to me- four (1/2)

Half a chapter!! Sorry if this is annoying but just wanted to do it this way lol. Second part out tomorrow! Hope you enjoy babas!! @blairfox04 @lostcasefile @kyleeservopoulos @cursedpixie @ellieinmybed @intrnetdoll @frasersgf @alanahendrix @experiencebeinanamericanwh0re @ariianelle @nil-eena @spidersammy @starhrtz

Cat sort of stood there in the doorway for a moment, she looked stunned, not really knowing what to do. There was no average explanation for why Ellie was kneeled on the floor before you looking at you so gently. Her gaze was so soft, all she could see was you. Cat almost thought it was some sort of paranoia induced delusion. When the two of you noticed her there you froze up, clasping your hands together protectively. Ellie didn’t look away from your face, she looked dazed.

“What’s going on?” Cat asked, breaking the silence. Ellie stood a little stiffly, flushed. “Why do you need to know?” She grumbled, her hand raising to her neck. She had a tendency to do that when she felt awkward. “I tripped over, Ellie was checking if my ankle was okay.” You didn’t know why you said this, the words sort of just leaving your mouth. Subconsciously, you didn’t want to hurt Cat’s feelings. Ellie glanced back at you and she looked a little upset, you didn’t understand why. Her face was all scrunched up again, she left the room without another word. Cat stayed there at your doorframe waiting until Ellie was out of ear shot.

“Are you telling me the truth?” She asked, arms crossed over her chest.

You nodded. Cat didn’t respond, turning to follow after Ellie. You got into bed and tried to fall asleep.

You didn’t know how long you had been asleep when you were woken up, hearing your name being whispered beside you. It was Ellie, you knew before you opened your eyes. The room was dark now, only the moonlight streaming in through your sheer curtains. It illuminated her face in soft lighting. She looked gentle, once again knelt down to be at your level.

“Hi.” You whispered, pulling up the blankets to cover your face. Everything had happened so so fast: what if Ellie was here now to tell you she wasn’t attracted to you, that she hated you. She reached out and pulled down your blanket so that she could see your eyes, you went flaccid, letting her. Just looking up at her with big puppy eyes.

“Just… wanted to be able to talk to you, before I go home.” She whispered back, voice rough. She sounded sleepy. You wanted to invite her into your bed and hold her. You nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“Um, about what you said.”

“Which part?” Your voice was quiet and uncertain. You were so nervous. Despite imagining this happening to you every day since you were fourteen you still weren’t prepared for it.

“Bout’ being like the girls.. the girls in the book.” She looked away, Ellie was embarrassed. You wanted to kiss her so badly.

“Yeah?”

“You can um, come over to mine tomorrow after patrols.” She coughed before saying this, wanting her voice to be clear. You felt your face flush. Slowly, you nodded.

“I’m gonna need to hear some verbal confirmation on that.” She said sarcastically, standing up. You thought about how helpless you are against her, how tall and strong she looked when you were laid beneath her. Your heart was humming.

“Y-yes please, if that’s okay.”

Ellie smirked. She paused for a moment. “Y’know, I’ve always thought that sweet little thing was an act but you’re just… like that.” She was teasing but something about the way she said it told you that she was being honest. That upset you a little, feeling sorrowful for your past self, all of the times Ellie had pushed you away.

“All I’ve ever wanted to do is make you happier.” You had wanted it to sound assertive but it came out as a sort of sleepy whine, your eyes all blurry. Ellie laughed a little under her breath. “It makes me happy to see you… safe.” You didn’t know what she meant by that but you nodded nonetheless. It made you feel warm inside. You didn’t know that Ellie had such complex thoughts towards you.

“Im gonna go, Cat will be looking for me.” She smiled a little before turning to leave. You sat up, “Are you sleeping with her?” You asked quickly, desperate to know. Ellie’s mouth fell open slightly, confused. “Uh.. no? Not since we were together.” She seemed a little offended at the question. You felt immediate relief and then a little wounded, why would Cat have lied to you about that? You nodded to Ellie, smiling again. You didn’t want her to remember that as the last thing you spoke about.

“G’night Ells, have the nicest dreams ever.” You yawned mid sentence, rubbing your eyes before lying back down to go to sleep. Ellie left your house feeling rejuvenated. You were so close to her. She’d been so close to you. If she had tried to kiss you, you would’ve let her. She could see that now. She cursed herself for all the wasted time.

The next day you had an increasing anxiety in your tummy. You were going to Ellie’s house after patrols. You were so so so nervous. What if she turned you away at the door? What if she’d just invited you over for a movie and you were completely misunderstanding her? What if she didn’t actually like you, she just wanted to fuck you?

You tidied the house and cleaned, Cat never really contributing. You didn’t mind it. You pretended you were Ellie’s housewife. You made cookies to take to her house once she got home from patrols. You opened your stall in the market at 12, selling some body washes and soaps and cleaning supplies. Your days were slow but comfortable.

When it was time to get ready to go to Ellie’s you wore something comfy, baggy pants and a oversized jumper. You didn’t want her to think you were trying hard. You took the cookies in a little bag, your hair in two plaits. You had a little bit of your homemade berry stain on your cheeks and lips, lavender water as a perfume. You were so so so excited. You tried to remember everything Dina had told you about sleeping with girls, imagining how it would happen between you and Ellie. You’d do anything she asked. Anything, anything.

She greeted you at her door, looking around in a way to see if anybody had noticed you there. They hadn’t. She was dirty from patrols, dried blood and mud stuck to her skin and clothes. It was oddly attractive. She laid her hand on your back and pulled you inside, closing the door behind you. The two of you stood in her living room for a moment in silence, just observing each other. The air in the room was so thick.

“Hi.” You giggled, unable to stop your laugh from the anxiety that was coming from the both of you. Ellie smiled down at you, nervous and affectionate, “Hey.”

“I’m gonna have a shower, kay? Just keep yourself entertained.” She smirked, her hand hesitantly laying on the top of your head for a moment before she left to the bathroom. You sat on her couch, flicking through the films to put onto her tv.

You could hear the shower running, your blood running cold. You imagined what it would look like if you were in the bathroom; Ellie’s body. Toned and sweaty and blood stained. She was so lean and muscular, she was so beautiful. You felt yourself getting wet.

[insipid-drivel]

Intimacy is a very strange, yet wonderful, thing to experience.

I’m very asexual and sex-neutral. My partner, who just moved in, is demi. We met all the way back in 2005 (neither of us can remember the exact moment we met anymore; there’s before we met, and after we met as far as we’re concerned), and while we’ve only been living together for a few days now, it’s been wonderful. I’m a writer with a crappy musculoskeletal system, and he’s a retired veteran that’s taken a lot of combat-related damage.

I get chronic pain a lot, particularly when I’m stressed. My tendons suck and tend to seize up from ankle to shoulder and sometimes triggers nasty muscle spasms that race up and down my back and even around my ribcage. Sort of like Lucifer’s corset, except I know Lucifer is nicer that. They suck, but I’ve had them for so long that I really don’t comment on them anymore.

This morning I had a bad one. You know how chronic pain can compound into epic amounts of fatigue? Yeah. While sharing a home with someone I’ve known, loved, and adored on varying levels and scales across the past 17-18 years has been great, it doesn’t mean it can’t be stressful and catch up with me before I can start to relax into the new swing of things.

But this one was really bad. I was so exhausted from fighting the pain in my crappy, crappy sleep my eyes were practically welded shut when I woke up this morning. My partner was right beside me and is a prolific cuddler, as well as a sufferer of chronic pain himself from old bullet wounds and a shoulder that was nearly blown apart by a mortar blast. I very vaguely, as I was feeling the real bite of the pain hitting, felt him touch along my shoulders and back. Assuming it was nothing more than affectionate good-morning caresses, I just tried to let myself go back to sleep.

Suddenly, I’m being rotated to lie down flat on my stomach. I made a noise of complaint, and received a tut in response before I heard the miniature jackhammer of a motor in a (genuine) therapeutic massager.

It wasn’t sexy at all. This wasn’t the kind of massager that is just labeled “massager” to avoid marketing restrictions online. He found one of the worst knots in my hamstrings and dug the jackhammering head of it into the back of my thigh. 

I practically shouted with pain as the sensation knocked the wind out of me. He gently told me to hang in there and to remember to breathe - which I had forgotten to do. He gave me his free hand to squeeze as each godawful knot I didn’t even know I had in places I had never thought were relevant to my back pains was almost literally hammered out of my muscle and connective tissue.

After almost half an hour of half-excruciating, half-soothing deep tissue massage, he got up and ran me a bath and told me to get up and soak while he made breakfast. By the time I wobbled out of the bathroom and slumped onto the couch in the living room, I had a plate of eggs, toast, and hashbrowns in front of me.

Then he dragged me out for another half hour, minimum, of walking. The entire time, he kept hold of my hand. Even when I cursed under my breath at being so tired and tender all over, he nonetheless encouraged me to walk with him up steeper inclines than I would’ve liked. By the time we got back to our door, he asked me if my back still hurt.

When I hesitated to answer, he cheerfully said, “Seems like you’re starting to feel better! That means it’s time for another lap!”

“Damn you,” I grumbled, but walk we did, and I nearly fell asleep sitting upright when we got back inside at last.

He immediately began planning a high-protein meal for later while I remained doughy and sleepy. “You’re fatigued. You need protein,” he kept saying, and then motioned back toward the hallway to our room with a mixing spoon and instructed me to lie down and rest a little more.

By the time he came back to our bedroom to have a shower of his own, my back felt better and I had perked up rather than nodded off to sleep like I expected. As he left the bathroom and got dressed, it finally registered, and I had to ask:

“Wait... I never said I was hurting. How could you tell?”

He shrugged at me. “You were holding yourself really tensely in your sleep, and then you were struggling to wake up with me when we always wake up at the same time together. You were in pain. It’s my job to fix that.”

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

Happy New Year 2023!!

I bought a fancy paper hat at the grocery store (because I'm a sucker for shiny purple paper fedoras* with clocks on them apparently), consumed a little wine+, and knelt on the office floor and kissed my boy cat on his fluffy little head at like 12:04am because I was trying to finish my annual blogspot post**, do a Duolingo lesson, and find whatever TV channel has the ball drop all at once and I sort of missed it. But here we are nonetheless!

*Actually I think it might be kind of like a short top hat? I could post a picture later if anyone is particularly interested. It’s blatantly cheap and kitschy but I also think it’s really pretty actually. Also, as you can maybe tell, I’m still in pajamas; did not leave the house today.

+Technically I got strawberry daiquiri wine (it’s a cheap brand, Mom laughed when I showed it to her because it’s something they used to joke about in like high school or something), coconut creme liqueur rum (easily the strongest of the batch but still pleasantly sweet), and Bailey’s irish creme (definitely the most expensive but also probably the tastiest). I was just going to buy one but I don’t drink very often at all and I was curious to try something new and also I’m chronically indecisive so, here we are. I think I did pretty well picking sweet things actually though. Goodness gracious am I sleepy now though. I swear alcohol pretty much only ever seems to make me sleepy. Barely made it to midnight. Although I guess it’s almost one now. I have been rambling here for a while somehow. 

**link maaaybe available on request? I haven't fully decided whether I'm willing to own up to my blogspot on here just yet. I started it in 2011 so. I’ve been through a lot of phases with it you could say. Actually it was a school blog initially, but it’s spiralled out from that. 

Anyways here’s my mildly incoherent, slightly alcohol-soaked, new year’s post! I mostly wanted to show off my cute little boy cat’s reaction to our new year’s kiss. I love the way he looks at me, like, “I don’t know what’s going on but I love you <3″ is just written in his eyes. 

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

Eternally yours

(slight AU) Eddie Munson x gn!reader

[a/n] who said metal can’t be romantic? this imagine is for all my lonley maggots cause who needs a significant other when you can have fictional people?… Also there are two versions of this song if you want to listent to the heavy but still soul destroying version click here and if you want to listen to the straight up midnight wedding vibes in sleepy hollow click here.

This is a short fic only really based on the chorus of the song Eternally yours by Motionless in White. (writers block is seriously messing with me rn but nonetheless enjoy!)

[Warnings] some sight religion bashing pls don’t take it personally and if you do well then you are on the wrong blog lmao go touch some dirt or something? mentions of bad parenting?

other works available here!

Blow the bridge to the past,

wipe the fingerprints,

melt your heart encased in wax, 

seal it with a kiss.

Eddie hadn’t had the conventional upbriging that every other average American family had. In fact, he was left behind by his deadbeat dad and forced into the care of his Uncle Wayne thanks to his absent mom. He was labelled the ’satanic freak’ by most and practically deemed unworthy of being treated like any other human in the small town of Hawkins. The whole town practically shunned him away like some virus that would infect the minds of anyone in contact, destroying what little life was left inside them. 

Ironic really, considering how most of the towns occupants were nothing but brainless minions following the word of some guy in the sky that would apparently save humans from their sins, while simultaneously punishing them for said sins. Either way it was a bunch of bullshit to Eddie, knowing that no belief in a higher power made you a better human than someone who didn’t believe or follow the ’norms'. 

From the day he was born until the day he would die Eddie truly believed he would be nothing but a nobody to anyone, until he met you. Somehow you had broken down the walls that enslaved his heart and set him free from the curse that had been bound to him for what felt like eternity. You had become the light on his darkest days, never dimming or wavering. Constantly surrounding him with what could only be described as hope; hope for his future, forgiveness for his past, excitement for what was in his present. 

As much as he tried to push you away and destroy whatever you gave him, you remained by his side through it all. Promising that you would never leave him unless he looked you in the eyes and told you so, trusting that as much as he believed he didn’t deserve your love, he would learn to accept and treasure it, which eventually he would.

Our fate engraved, scar enslaved, as we mutually destruct.

Repose, my love, I’ve sinned enough for the both of us.

Eddie’s past was often overlooked, people preferring to make their own assumptions and opinions based off of lies and tales conjured up by the ones who blamed him for his fathers actions, that saw him as nothing but a carbon copy of the original Munson who had stuck his claws into the land of Hawkins becoming an infectious pest that they couldn’t seem to get rid of. 

They never even gave him a chance. 

After all he’d endured he never seemed to get a break, instead opting to bury his feelings under his ego and confidence all in an attempt to keep it together for the sake of his family. The townsfolk never saw the tears he shed daily, burning scars into his memory of all the times he’d failed to keep his emotions at bay. Nightmares plaguing him of the times his mother had drilled into his head that “boys don’t cry”, it never was in the Munson name to have feelings and care for anyone but themselves (of course with the exception of Wayne), all Eddie had known was how to channel his energy into his negative coping mechanisms of sex, drugs and alcohol, the real rockstar lifestyle.

He never let anyone get close enough to see the real him, not that anyone was willing to do so in the first place. No-one saw the lonliness that bleed his soul dry, the light being sucked out and replaced by a dim worn out one that threatened to shatter at any given moment. The self hatred that overtook him, cosuming his being and burying itself in all the cracks and crevices of his vessel. 

and then you appeared. 

In the name of love…

You had met Eddie during the fall of 85, apart from the fact that you had moved in nextdoor to him you’d also seen him briefly in the hallways of Hawkins highschool. At the start you had simply admired from afar, you’d heard rumors around town that he was a ’troubled teen’ and a ‘bad influence’ yet you admired his ability to mask the pain it caused him, watching how he would do anything in his power to make his friends happy even if it meant sacrificing himself and his wellbeing. 

Although Eddie’s friends meant the world to him they weren’t necessarily the kind of people he could go to and lay his troubles on, to him they were just innocent kids who had a whole life ahead of them with bright and promising futures that needn’t be weighed down by him and the everlasting chaos that followed. 

it wasn’t until you approached him that he’d realised everything he’d been missing and unconsciously longing for. It was as if something had simply clicked within the universe’s workings, like something had aligned and brought you both together at that very moment. Everything just seemed right. While the friendship  at the begining had been slow and complicated at times you knew of the vile words people spoke about him yet that only made you more determined to prove them wrong, knowing first hand that looks could be deceiving and that even seemingly the toughest people needed someone to have their back.

I’m ready to bury all of my bones,

I’m ready to lie but say I won’t,

People say good things never come easy but loving Eddie was the easiest and bestest thing to happen to you, if only Eddie could see that love wasn’t as scary as it seemed. Within the months stacking up in your relationship things had begun to turn sour, of course that was bound to happen sooner or later. Much to peoples disbelief (or ignorance) traumatised and hurt people often suffer from the consequences of the events that occured. You knew this from the begining, never backing down from the moves Eddie made in an attempt to destroy the love you had handed to him. 

For sure it hurt when he would lie and purposely throw everything back in your face but he needed to understand that no matter how hard he tried to deny the connection you two had, you were not like (almost) everyone else in his life that would walk away the moment things got too hard. You were the person he so desperately wanted and needed, he just couldn’t believe it yet.

So tell me your secrets and join me in pieces,

to rot in this garden made of stones, 

Wayne had begun to see the difference in Eddie’s behaviour ever since you had wondered into his life, silently thanking his lucky stars for giving Eddie someone to believe in. He’d watched how the broken boy he once knew ever so slightly blossomed into a bright young man. The once damaged kid that was shoved aside like dirt on the bottom of your boots was slowly but surely being patched up little by little. 

What’s broken may not be able to be fixed but it sure as hell can be restored into something even better.

Eternally yours

[lostincoloste]

Act One, Chapter 3

Day 5:

I awoke much later than I intended to. What I had intended to do was awake before morning, and slip out without saying anything. I know, I know, unkind. But saying goodbye is so hard, when I know I’ll likely never come back. I got up and stretched, my body complaining with sharp shards of pain shooting through my body, but quickly dull as I continue to move. The house was warm, and cozy. I could hear the gentle crackle of a fir in the main room, and smell the earthy scents amidst an undertone of medicinal herbs and blends, almost functioning like a smelling salt and jolting me awake.

The main room was cozy, dried herbs and flowers on the walls, jars and pots and containers of every possible plant one can find, all meticulously labeled and clearly sorted. I shambled in, and couldn’t hold back a small smile when I saw Lila, who was tracing her fingerts along the runes engraved in Castlello’s body. “Good morning, sleepy” she softly said to me, turning her head to look at me from the side of her eye. “This one was worried about you, y’know. They really care for you.” She looked back at Castlello. “Do they have a name?” “Castlello.” I said, a little curt. I’d never heard anyone refer to a rook or rookling like it was a living thing, anything more than a simple construct powered by some weird magic. “It’s been with me since I was a kid, woke up one day out of the old family heirloom room and walked up to me.” I could tell she caught my choice of pronoun for Castlello, and for a second I saw something in her expression, disappointment? “Well, they’re a good caretaker for you. I saw how they they saved your life from the Rook yesterday. I truly think you would have died had Castlello here not rushed in for you.” I stood for a few seconds, in silence, before she turned, and smiled at me. “I made you some more nettle tea, for the pain.” She offered me a metal cannister, sealed shut. “O-oh, thanks. You didn’t have to-” “I know I didn’t have to” She said, smugly. “But you saved my life, I probably owe you more than I’ve given” She cut me off “I really don’t-” “Just take the damn tea and some breakfast, and get going, or else I’m gonna be forced to put on my doctor hat and make you stay longer to fully heal!” “Er, right m’am” I tried to match her joking tone, but for me it was a facade. I wanted to tell her that I wanted to stay. That my body hurt and I was lonely, and she made me feel better. I think I’m not made to be a solo traveler, with how bitingly lonely it gets. I took the tea, and sat down with her to eat what she had cooked. Let me tell you, there is nothing quite like a well seasoned mix of roasted squash and potato. I’d kill a rook any day if that was the reward. I devoured it like it was the cure to all that ails me. Lila watched and smirked at me, and picked at her food with her fork. Fork. I was eating with my hands, like I’d forgotten how to be civilized in the 3 days I’d been on my own. When she saw me realize, she laughed, and then we laughed together.

Outside was significantly less cozy. I wrapped my cloak around myself better as the breeze was still cold enough to bite; and as I stepped out, my boots made a crunching noise beneath my feet, as I unexpectedly stepped out into a light dusting of snow. My breath swirled like smoke through the air, and Castlello began walking in circles to make designs, or maybe simply because it liked the feeling of snow under it. I didn’t know, and I’d never really thought about it. The fallen rook on the street almost looked peaceful with the dusting of snow over it, and had a sense of beauty. Terrifying beauty, as I felt the bruises on my body, but some form of beauty nonetheless. I walked over to it, taking long strides to get to my sword, and secured it to my back. I knew my direction; ruins, towards the nearest pillar. I took a deep breath, and looked around at the village, taking it in and remembering it, before starting to walk towards the massive pillar I could see in the near distance, climbing into the heavens and disappearing.

Luckily, nothing stood in my path as I trudged towards the ruins, like the Colostle itself was willing to give me a break. It was easier to leave home, since I know I’ll be back, than it was to leave Rovalley. I’ll likely never be able to find the secluded village again. Hopefully they remember me, though I imagine with a literal monument to my victory in the rook husk I left behind, there will be some piece of me imprinted in the town forever. I smiled to myself, and turned to Castlello. “Heroes, buddy. You ‘n me, big damn heroes.” And I’m not sure if it understood, but it felt right to let it in on my thoughts. Sure enough, after a few hours of travel, the ruins stood in front of me, jagged and broken, like a broken bone sticking out of someone. The ancient stone walls were weathered, and covered in moss and vines, lichen and weeds growing through the cracks. The ruins themself were partially submerged in a small lake, the rippling water distorting the reflections of the trees around me and the grey clouds above me, heavy with snow and blotting out the brazier altogether. I couldn’t even see the tops of many of the trees. In front of me stood a dark doorway, an archway leading down into a thick inky darkness, some long forgotten place left alone for perhaps centuries. As I approached, the carvings on the walls stood out to me. As Lila had described, there was old faded carvings of Rooks, a legion of them, depicted as running away from a carving of a village, that looked like some sort of… I want to say Harp, or Lyre instrument. That’s not what I was expecting when I felt so sure it was a weapon in my vision. Was it? I never truly saw what it was, just knew it as a concept. I Feel lost about it, but if it can control or scare away Rooks, I need it. I took a swig of my tea, somehow still warm, to brace myself for descending into this underground. Then, I lit my torch, and held it aloft in front of me, and began to step into the unknown.

[huntinghags]

6.Letters Never Read

[Campaign context: Adder has begun her adventures in Otari, a town not far from her village of Kelias. She took on a job that had her explore the old lighthouse, and upon returning it shed a ghostly green light that turned the dead loose from their graves. In a harrowing brawl, her group staved them off, but not before several guard were felled and several ghastly injuries were incurred. Her group of adventures have been summoned to a town hall meeting, likely to be asked further tasks, and her companions have spent most of the in between times talking of how much to charge for their services. Adder takes the time in the night after the conflict to reflect on the day, and her missing mentor’s teachings]. 

There was only one thing to be missed about Kelias, and that was the ring. That makeshift area, stumps set within a circle made by the dragging of feet, had been a sanctuary for Adder, who now found that the road and adventuring left little room for privacy. The call had been worse at night when the bustle of the day couldn’t drown it out into a dull hum. Adder would drink with Bakar and converse with him before he’d left, and it had always helped. In his absence, she’d kept the habit. She’d take two steins of ale to the ring and sit one upon the empty stump he’d left. She’d carry on, telling him of her day, as if he was still there. She was sure the villagers thought her mad for it, but they already thought plenty of other things about her, so what was one more?

There was no ring to retreat to, and Adder knew better than to carry on a conversation with less than a ghost around strangers, and so she’d taken up a new habit to replace the old. Since leaving Kelias, she’d written a letter each night. She supposed it was really a journal. The whispers had grown into a din of noise within her skull, and so she took out a fresh sheet of parchment. She stretched and tried to make herself comfortable, but the soreness of the day made it nearly impossible. She would write, nonetheless.

Bakar,

It is the cruelest twist of fate that I only truly start to understand your teachings now that you’ve been gone for three years. How often I scoffed, mocked, and ignored the wisdom you so patiently doled out to me. I wish I could do more than apologize on a piece of paper that you’ll never read. Maybe I’ll do it in person if I ever find your sorry ass, but we both know I’ve never been very good at owning up for my actions out loud. I always hoped you knew when I was sorry, all those times I knew I was wrong but was too proud to admit it. The apology would always be on the tip of my tongue, but I’d rather spit at your feet than say it.

Well, I’m getting mine now, aren’t I? I picked up adventuring, and you were right about it, it truly is sorry work. Muscles I didn’t even know I had hurt, and most of it is watching other people die or nearly die in gruesome ways. It isn’t at all like it’s told in stories and songs, none of them bother to mention how a leg looks when it’s been half chewed off, or how terrifying it is to watch someone succumb further and further to a poison you have no cure. They don’t tell you how young the guards and heroes are, or how they will be cowed by the first blood and then forever scarred by it. You told me, though, I just didn’t listen. I don’t have anything better to do, so I’m going to continue doing this. I guess when all you know is violence and magic, that’s all you can do. Maybe that’s why you never quit, and I won’t either, at least not until I find what became of you.

I’ve met quite a few new folks since I left my sleepy village, and I think you’d hate my traveling companions most of all. How ironic that I have been forced to be the responsible voice in this company that I now keep. They care only for money and are full of pride, speaking mostly of what they deserve for their deeds and of their worth. This town only seeks to survive, and while it has its fill of assholes, there are many kind souls that have offered us shelter and aid. It seems wrong to fleece them for their coin, at least to me. I can only hear your endless fucking nagging when they speak and it’s maddening. I bite my tongue, so I don’t sound like the crotchety old man that you were, but it bothers me all the same, so I suppose you get the last laugh. To seek glory is to seek death, that’s what you inscribed upon my blade. Funny that the more I use it, the more I see its meaning.

Farewell for now, Bakar. I hope wherever you are, you’re sitting in smugness knowing how miserable your terrible student is, but my guess is that you’re just as miserable, that was ever your talent.

Adder

Adder finished the letter and read it once over and let out a sigh that contained the remainder of her worries. This process was a form of venting, she could spill all she felt inside onto the paper and wash her hands of it. She walked to the fireplace and placed the paper within it, setting it ablaze with a small flame from her hand. The paper curled and burned, until it was ash. There was no use into holding onto letters written to a man that was probably dead. Tired and spent, Adder rolled into bed and fell asleep, the call retreating to whispers once more.

[slut4tangerine]

co-parenting

— pairing: exhusband!Drew Starkey x Reader

— type: fluff

— summary: You & Drew are recently divorced, while trying to co-parent your daughter Amelia.

— a/n: i’ve been having intense baby fever for some reason.

— warnings: mentions of pregnancy // light cursing // divorce // exes -> lovers

You sat alone on the couch with your 2 year old daughter Amelia sleeping peacefully on-top of you. You softly stroked her back as there was a quiet knock at the front door of your home.

You slowly set Amelia on the couch, surrounding her in pillows until you returned to your spot.

You opened the door to find none other than your ex-husband and Amelia’s father, Drew Starkey, at the door. He threw you a smile as he whispered a simple “Hey”.

There was no bad blood between the two of you. The relationship was a bit complicated due to Drew’s career and schedule, so you both thought it’d be best to get a divorce.

Drew was an amazing father to Amelia; the little girl absolutely adored him. Seeing as Drew was constantly away for work, he agreed to let you have Amelia majority of the time. Whenever he came to see her, he would go to your house to see her. That’s just how co-parenting worked between the two of you.

Drew entered the house and embraced you in a hug, which immediately gave you butterflies. It was no secret that you were still madly in love with the man in-front of you. Well, it was no secret to everyone but him.

Your decision to divorce him filled you with immediate regret.

You led him over to the couch where Amelia was still fast asleep, now hugging one of the pillows. You looked over at Drew to see him smiling to himself.

He slowly sat down next to her sleeping body and carried her in his arms before whispering a gentle “Princess… Princess wake up” in her ear.

Her eyes fluttered at the sound, rubbing her eyes until she could fully see what, or rather who, was in-front of her.

Her once sleepy gaze turned into an enormous smile once she saw her dad.

“Daddy!” She exclaimed as she wrapped her small arms around his neck.

“Hey Princess, I missed you” He smiled as he placed a kiss onto the top of her head. You smiled at the sight. Oh, what you’d do to be a family again.

You made your way into the kitchen, preparing some mac & cheese for Amelia’s lunch.

“You want some Mac & Cheese?” You asked Drew. He looked up from his conversation with Amelia to shout a quick “Sure” before going back to talking to his little girl.

“Daddy why don’t you sleep over” Amelia asked him as she toyed with his hands:

“Because daddy doesn’t live here anymore, princess”

“Why not” She gave him a cute little frown.

“Well uhm… Mommy and Daddy aren’t together anymore. I still love your mommy very much, and I wish we were together, but we aren’t” He whispered as he smoothed her hair.

“But mommy loves you too, daddy” Drew’s eyes looked at the little girl in shock. For a 2 year old, she sure as hell understood a lot more than people think.

“What are you two goofballs whispering about over there?” You joked as you set their plates on the table.

“Nothing mommy!” Amelia shouted as she ran to her big girl chair (she had been learning how to sit in one without falling over… she was going amazing), giving Drew the ‘uppie’ arms as her way of signaling to him to lift her into her chair.

“Thank you, Y/n” Drew smiled at you before sitting down to eat with Amelia.

You excused yourself as you went to the bathroom. As you washed your hands in the sink, you heard a little “do it, daddy” come from your daughter’s mouth. You loved the bond Amelia had with Drew. She really had him wrapped around her finger.

As you exited the bathroom you ran into Drew’s frame. You apologized but Drew wasn’t listening.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Your heart dropped. Last time those words were said, it ended in your divorce. Nonetheless, you nodded your head, leading him to the foyer, as it was much quieter.

“What’s going on?” You asked as you looked into his beautiful blue eyes, trying to figure out where this conversation was going.

“It’s about us” Drew started and you stopped breathing for a moment before you nodded, telling him to go on.

“Look I’m gonna get right to the chase. I miss you. I miss Amelia. I miss you both more than ever. I miss being a family” You were more than shocked at his words.

“I know I’m the one who decided to get the divorce, but it was probably the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. I want us to all be together again” He pleaded with you.

“Drew, you have no idea how much I regret ever agreeing to leave you. I miss you too. It’s been so hard these past few months without you” You had tears cascading down your face at this point as Drew wrapped you in a tight yet comforting hug to try and calm you down.

“Amelia’s getting older, and I’m struggling trying to balance work and taking care of her. Amelia and I both need you now more than ever” You wiped the tears from your face as you looked up at him.

“I know, and I’m sorry for not being around as often as I should. I have the next few months off of work; we can try to fix this” He gestured between the both of you as you smiled and quietly nodded.

“I think both Amelia & I would really like that” You smiled at him before he leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss filled with so much love, a kiss that you’d been yearning for since the day you signed those stupid divorce papers.

Your kiss was interrupted when you heard tiny footsteps running toward you, as tiny arms grabbed hold of your leg. Drew bent down to Amelia’s height and picked her up.

“Guess who’s sleeping over” You giggled as Amelia’s face burst into a smile as she looked at her dad.

“Are you and mommy back together?” She asked Drew before he looked at you and smiled.

“We’re working on it, princess” His beautiful smile remained painted on his face as he pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead.

“My girls” He mumbled into your hair before he began to tickle Amelia as she giggled loudly.

[auroralightsthesky]

Whiskey in the Night (Bob x Reader)

Summary: The baby won’t sleep and Bob’s dad has a rather unconventional way of handling it

A small cry erupted from the cot at the foot of the bed, yanking Bob from his deep and relaxing sleep while (y/n) stirred beside him. “Babe?” she mumbled. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Bob yawned as he reached for his glasses on the nightstand next to the bed. 

He tossed aside the covers and stumbled to the cot, picking August up and wrapping the blue baby blanket around him. Poor kid was definitely in pain. Ever since he started teething, he hadn’t stopped crying, sometimes in the middle of the night, just as he had done the night Bob and (y/n) had brought him home. Yet even those nights seemed easier compared to now. At least he could get August back to sleep in under a minute. 

“Alright little dude,” Bob sighed, trying to calm August’s wailing. “Let’s get you somewhere before you wake everybody up.” 

Bob was exhausted, yet he still did everything in his power to try and get August to calm down. Up and down the halls, once, then twice, scratching his son’s small back.....it seemed as though he was stuck, trying what he could but to no avail. Exhaustion and sleepiness soon began to set in again, weighing heavy on Bob’s body as his eyelids began to slide shut. 

The shutting of the storm door on the porch snapped him awake along with Joe’s heavy footsteps. A tired groan reached Bob’s ears along with a rather pungent smell, for once, breaking the constant and pained cries of his son. 

“Oh God, never fucking again,” Joe groaned, rubbing his reddened eyes.

“Dad?” 

“Oh shit, Bobby, I didn’t realize you were awake,” Joe chuckled. 

“Dad, what the hell are you doing up?” Bob groaned. “It’s one-thirty in the morning.” 

“I was in pain so I rolled a joint and smoked it on the front porch,” Joe answered. “How ‘bout you? I thought (y/n) put the baby to sleep at eight?” 

“Auggie’s teething......really bad,” Bob said, his words beginning to slur. 

Joe ran a hand through his greying, dark blonde hair. “Here,” he said. “Give him to me. I’ve got this.” 

Bob was reluctant, but carefully handed August to his father, shaking off the sleepiness that was really starting to get at him. “C’mere bud,” Joe murmured to his grandson. A squeaky cry of pain escaped August’s throat, but Joe was much quicker to quiet him. “It’s ok Auggie.....it’s ok.....Daddy and Papa will get you back to sleep in no time.” 

Through his bleary, itchy eyes, Bob watched as his father drew out the bottle of Horse Soldier from the liquor cabinet next to the kitchen sink, pouring the strong smelling brown liquid into a glass before dipping his pinky finger into it. Joe carefully dabbed a little bit into August’s mouth, running it along his sore gums while Joe calmly rocked his grandson. August’s head came to rest on his grandfather’s shoulder, his eyes slowly closing as Joe kissed the side of his small head. 

Bob was in disbelief, but relieved nonetheless. Joe sat beside him on the sofa with August still in his arms and a mischievous grin on his face. “Dad?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Whiskey?” Bob asked him, his eyebrow raised in surprised. 

 “I raised eight of you rugrats by myself for almost twenty years,” Joe told him. “Everything I learned, I learned from your grandparents.” 

Bob couldn’t help but admire his father for that. God he wished every day that his mother could have seen her grandson. Joe had hardly ever uttered a bad word in those twenty five years, raising the eight kids, Bob included, practically by himself and pulling his weight on the ranch. Bob hoped deep down he could be just as good a father as Joe had been. 

“Thanks Dad,” he said. 

“Son, that’s what I’m here for,” Joe said. “You better get back to bed. I’m gonna shower.” 

“At this hour?” 

“Hey, when I go to pick up Denise tomorrow for our date, I don’t want to be smelling like like I rolled in a field of it,” Joe informed him. 

Bob smiled and shook his head as he took August into his arms and headed back upstairs, placing him in the crib with the blanket to cover him and placing a kiss on his son’s head. He quietly slipped back into his place beside (y/n), his arm around her waist as he drifted back off into sleep, sinking in beside the two he loved most. 

[miekasa]

M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

[sugarybitterness]

that's okay :) how about a reader who loves to read and who loves painting and drawing and such and kate. maybe readers wiaintg for Kate to come to bed reader puts on her reading glasses and reads until Kate comes to bed then they just snuggle 🥺 also a very tired and sleepy reader pls

soft kate superior 😮‍💨🥰 apologies for the delay on this anon!

700 celebration 😮‍💨

you roll your chair back a bit, eyes glancing up and down the painting you had spent the last few hours doing. after a mission gone wrong a couple days ago, you had been given a week off to recuperate and your girlfriend, kate, had been very strict on you not doing anything strenuous at all.

you had been a little annoyed at first, but you ended up being a little thankful for the reprieve from your busy avengers schedule. though, you did miss kate a lot more since you weren’t allowed to even follow her to the compound.

a buzz from your phone caught your attention and a pout formed on your face when you read it.

katie bear: hi honey, i’m really sorry but i’ll have to stay late and do up some mission reports with the team. i’ve already ordered some food for you and it should be on the way, let me know when you get it alright? i love you

you typed back a reply, sighing softly before packing up your art stuff. just as you finish putting away the last of the things, the doorbell rang. you hurried out to receive the food delivery kate had mentioned. after tipping the delivery person, your lips curled into a smile when you recognised the logo of your favourite restaurant. sure enough, when you opened it up, it was your favourite order and your heart swooned at the way kate knew you so well. taking a quick picture to send to kate with lots of hearts, you headed off to shower the day off.

after your quick shower, you gave lucky some food before curling up on the couch to watch a movie whilst eating your dinner. sooner or later you felt your eyes start to drop close but you shook yourself awake, wanting to wait up for kate to come home. you cleaned up the takeout boxes and did your nighttime routine before settling in bed with a book in hand.

you weren’t really sure how much more time passed, but your patience was soon rewarded when you heard the door open and lucky barking. you marked your spot with a bookmark, placing it on the bedside just as kate stepped into your shared bedroom.

“katie,” you greeted, yawning sleepily as you extended your arms out as an invitation for kate to step closer. “welcome home.”

obliging with your request, kate wrapped you in a hug, peppering your head with soft kisses.

“i took a shower at the compound, so let me just change into my pjs so i can join you alright?” kate requested, laughing softly when you nodded in agreement but made no move to remove your arms from around her.

“honey, you need to let me go first.” kate giggled, lips tugged into soft smile when you whined softly in protest but let go nonetheless. pressing a soft kiss to your lips, kate made sure to quickly brush her teeth and change so she could cuddle you sooner.

you were dozing off on the bed, body turning to kate’s side when you felt the bed dip. your arms wound around her waist, smiling when you felt kate remove your glasses for you. burying your head in her neck, you placed sleepy kisses there as you asked kate about her day.

kate spoke to you softly, hoping to lull you to sleep. soon, your breathing evened out, your grip on kate still as tight as ever. gently turning over to turn off the bedside lamp, kate pressed another soft kiss to the top of your head before falling asleep.

there really was no one else she’d rather come home to than you.

[jassackles]

An Actress Life - Chapter 18

warnings: language, slight angst, nervous!jensen

word count: 1,852

A/N: sorry for not posting anything for so long, but I’ve had a lot going on and I just started a new job, so things are a little messy right.

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Since Jensen tweeted a month has passed, a quiet month. Most fans accepted his decision and stopped being rude. Of course there still were some 'fans' that keep hating her and everything she posts.

But she started to give a fuck about that, everything has calmed down. She's quite happy about that. "Hey, you're ready?" Jensen interrupts her thoughts. "Yeah." She says finishing packing her suitcase.

They're gonna make their way to the airport because Jensen's finally meeting the rest of her family. Her mom and sister will come with them. She walks downstairs, struggling with her suitcase, Jensen laughing at her. "What?" She asks rolling her eyes.

"Nothing, it's-" he cant help but laugh "-it's just how it looked like." "Wow thank you, you could have helped me." She roll her eyes playfully.

"Nonetheless-" he laughs "-the cab is waiting so lets go, do you have everything? Passport, phone, important-" She's looking through her purse "-documents, everything we need?" He asks curiously. She finds everything. "Yeah, got all we need." She smiles at him and walks into the hallway.

She puts her shoes and jacket on, Jensen follows her. She bends down to lace her shoes as Jensen slaps her ass. "Hey!what was that for?" She exclaims. "It was a good opportunity, I couldn't help it." He shrugs and smirks. She rolls her eyes at him, grinning slightly. She walks through the door before locking the door, then she puts your suitcases into the trunk of the cab, getting into the cab.

"I'm so happy to finally see grandma." She says happily after they met her sister and mother. "Jensen are you excited?" her mother asks, while they enter the airport. "He's been talking for a week about that trip." Y/N answers with a smirk and Jensen blushes slightly, looking at the ground. Her mom laughs slightly, "Well, I'm happy you're coming with us." She tells Jensen and Jensen gives her a shy smile.

"But now we should get going to our gate." Y/N's sister says. They walk to their gate and wait for about 20 minutes. "Do you think your family will like me?" Jensen whispers in her ear.

"Yes, Jensen. They're all as excited as you are. You'll meet my cousins, they're all easy-going so don't worry, baby." She assures him and kisses his cheek.

"Flight 3256 to Warsaw." A woman calls out and they all get up from their seats.

18 hours later...

"In a few minutes we're going to land in Warsaw, Poland so please buckle your seatbelts again." the stewardess says. Y/N looks to her right to find a sleeping Jensen. His head on her shoulder, just looking so adorable.

"Hey Jensen baby-" She says gently stroking his cheek "-wake up we're landing." He grasps your arm, "Some more minutes." He says sleepy and she can't help but smile. "Jensen we're landing in Poland." His eyes shot immediately open "I'm awake." He almost exclaims and Y/N laughs smiling lovingly at him.

"Oh you're awake." Her mom says. "Yeah, I'm awake for an hour." She tells her mom. "You're excited to see granny?" "Yes, it's been too long, 2 years, since I've seen her the last time." "I've been there last year and she's not really doing good, y/n. Her leg is getting more and more worse and she won't be able to walk anymore." Y/N's sister says.

"Yeah, I know you told me about that. She's 86 years old. She isn't that young anymore-" Y/N smiles weakly "-but Caroline is helping her and Adam too." "Who are Adam and Caroline?" Jensen whispers into her ear. "These two are my cousins, I've grown up with.-" She smiles at him "-You will get to know them in a few."

The plane is landing and everyone is starting getting their things. She undoes her seatbelt and take her things. She gets up stretching herself as the others do the same.

"Y/N/N by the way how long will you two stay?" "Why are you asking me this now?" Y/N asks with a laugh. "Okay, that was rude of me." Her sister says laughing awkwardly.

"But I think for one or two weeks, because Jensen wanted to show me some of his favourite places in Europe and we have this convention in Rome in a few weeks, so we'll see." She looks at Jensen and he looks at her with a smile. "So let's get out of here." Her mom says. They all nod and leave. Y/N gets her luggage and looks for her cousins to pick them up.

She goes through the crowd to finally find her cousin Adam.

AN: you have to imagine everything later on with 'your' grandma is in polish, but of course everything will be written in English. So 'your' cousins can speak English.

He spots her and rushes to her, he says nothing and just pulls her into a tight hug.

"I missed you so much and I'm so happy to see you after so long." He says while hugging her. "I missed you and I'm happy too." She says softly.

She pulls away so that her mom and sister can greet and hug him as well as Jensen stands there awkwardly.

"So Adam, uh this is my boyfriend Jensen, Jensen this is my cousin Adam." She smiles at Jensen to make him feel a little better.

"Jensen so nice to finally meet you, I've heard a lot about you." Adam says while shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you too." Jensen says with a polite smile. "Okay, fine let's go I want to get some rest." Y/N says with a small laugh and Jensen takes her hand. They walk to the car, get their luggage into the trunk and get inside the car.

They drive 30 minutes to her grandma's house. "I missed this place." Y/N says when they get out and after closing the door.

"So many memories." Her sister adds.

"Yeah." Y/N smiles at her. She walks to the trunk to open it and get her luggage out.

Her mom, sister and Adam already are walking in. "You're coming?" Her mom asks.

"Yeah, just a minute." She smiles at her.

She nods and walks in. "Why aren't we walking in too?" He asks with a small frown. "Because-" she takes his hand and walks to a bench in the yard "-I want to let you know something." She says looking down.

"Why are looking down?" He asks and tilts his head in confusion. "You know my family here hasn't got much money, so please don't-"

"You-you really think I care about how much money or how perfect the house is?"

"No, it's just-"

"Babe-" he cups her cheek "-I would never judge it, it's okay." She nods with a small smile pecking his lips.

"But now-" she takes his hand and gets up from the bench "- let's head inside, I'm starving and I hope you will eat the food, because it's polish." She says with a small laugh. "I try." He says playfully .

They enter the house and take their shoes off.

She puts on some slippers and Jensen starts laughing  of her. "Why are you laughing?"

"These shoes are-" he stops when she gives him a pair as well. "Everyone is wearing them here, it's normal." She says hitting his chest. She walks l upstairs and into the kitchen.

"There you two are." Her sister says giving them both a reassuring smile. Her grandma gets up from her chair and she walks to her. "Granny sit down, you should rest." "Wow that's how great me?" She smiles.

"Of course not." She says softly and hugs her tightly.

"And who is that handsome man?" She says in polish and she can tell Jensen's feeling uncomfortably in his spot. She gives him a reassuring smile to show him everything is fine. "That's my boyfriend Jensen."

"Oh that one we all heard so much of." Y/N nods.

"He's kinda nervous, you know." Her sister laughs at her statement. "He doesn't have to." Her grandma says.

"Jensen this is my grandma." He reaches out his hand and her grandma shakes it. She smiles at him and he smiles back. She sits down at the table and Jensen right next to her, her mom next to her and her grandma, Adam and sister in front of her.

They all place some food on their plates and start eating. "Where are uncle Jack and aunt Monica?" Y/N asks her cousin curiously and her mom and sister look questioningly at him.

"They will be here tomorrow, they're taking care of some things in an another town."

"Oh okay." She smiles at him. They make some small talk, she tells them how Jensen and her got back together.

How everything went between them till now. She told them about her career and everything until her grandma comes up with the topic engagement, marriage and kids. "Grandma, we just got back to-"

"Yeah, but you two were three years together before and your love for each other hasn't changed." "Yeah that's true but we don't want to rush things." "Y/N/N you're 33 your biological clock is ticking and I want some grandchildren." Her mom suddenly speaks up.

"Oh no mom, please not that issue again." She says with a sigh and whine running a hand down her face.

"Just because we are all exhausted." Thank you.

"But now excuse me-us I'm exhausted i want to get some sleep. Where are the keys for the other house?" "It's in the kitchen." Adam tells her.

"Good night guys." She says softly with a smile as Jensen smiles at them and says good night as well. She heads into the kitchen to get the keys.

Jensen looks at her, "Why are you so annoyed?" He asks so softly his green orbs looking worriedly.

"It's just my mom-" she says while going downstairs "- she always starts with the issue marriage, kids my biological clock. Blabla." She steps through the front door outside.

Jensen looks at her, "Do you wanna get married and have kids?" She's been thinking about that for a few weeks. She would like to get married as fast as possible because she doesn't want to waste any time nor does she wants to wait much longer.

"Yeah, of course, but it just annoying that my mom brings it up every time. At every get together, ya know?" He nods. She walks to the car and get her bags out. Then she walks to the other house that is on the same property and she gets inside the other house. She shows Jensen around, giving him a quick tour.

She gets under the sheets. Looking at her phone, looking through Twitter, Instagram and Facebook. Jensen lays down next to her and she puts her phone on the nightstand.

He wraps his arm around her shoulder and she cuddle into his chest and falls asleep a moment later.

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[roscgcld]

RYOMEN SUKUNA || my little flower

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: ryomen sukuna

pronouns: she/her 

notes: historical!sukuna x reader, slightly sexual (no smexy time involved lol - maybe another day ;)), quite fluffy towards the end

also - I’ve been reading so many sukuna hcs and imagines of him when he’s in his prime or during the historical era - so like excuse me as I politely simp for the man that is ryomen sukuna >< thank you 

references: https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/literature/Ryomen-sukuna.html 

Sukuna leans back into the futon with a tired sigh, two of his arms folded behind his head while the other two held you against him securely. His ruby red eyes glanced away from the ceiling to look down at the woman curled up in his embrace, sleeping peacefully against him whilst her own soft arms were wrapped around his muscular torso. He admired your peaceful features at first, but soon his eyes started to travel down your delicate neck and cleavage, your soft skin marked by dark splotches where he had marked you up for the world to see.

Just the sight of the hickeys and bite marks caused Sukuna to smirk once more, the feeling of pride traveling through him at the sight of the hickeys, both new and old, marring your skin. It was a sight he would never get bored of seeing, since it was a constant reminder to you that you were his and no one else’s. 

Many would question just how did this happen - how did a simple human manage to ‘tame’ the infamous Sukuna - the King of Curses, who spreads chaos and bloodshed in his wake? How did you, a mere human woman who looked far too kind hearted and warm, ended up with such a fearsome man? 

Well, how this came to be was actually a cute story.

You grew up in a small village in Hida province, where many cities treated Sukuna as their patron deity. He was what people would call quite a cold ruler - one who would not hesitate to bring terror and bloodshed down on a town that had angered him. But at the same time, he was quite the generous man as well. He protects the people of the Hida and Mino Provinces, and many towns had florish and grow under his careful guidance.

Your town was one of the may towns that worshipped the Cursed Spirit, preparing offerings on special celebrations and always paying your respects whenever you go up to the ichinomiya on the weekends with your parents. It was because of one of these special celebrations that drew Sukusa to you.

It was one of the many days where offerings were given to him by townspeople, in hopes that they will still continue to get some form of protection from the unknown. He was their patron deity, after all. Even though many times he does all the things he does for his own benefit, it was nice to know that there are some who are gullible enough to think he does it for them. But he it’s one to complain - many of the offerings are things he does not mind indulging in. The best crops from the harvest, women for his ever growing harem, beautifully crafted weapons and clothes are the few he can keep in mind

Many times, he does not care to go through the offerings himself - Uraume goes through all of them and then gives him a general overview of everything. However, as he was walking past one of the neat piles of offerings, a particular garment box caught his eye; causing him to pause before he unwraps it curiously. 

Sitting inside the carefully wrapped package was a beautiful dark blue kinomo made of the finest silk, the fabric so smooth that it almost felt like water slipping through his fingers. Packed along with the kinomo was a beautifully crafted haori, a simple yet beautiful crane woven into the haori in white, the details done so carefully that when worn, the crane moves with the shifting of the fabric. The packet also came with a matching hakama made from the luxurious fabric, and a beautiful kaku obi made from navy blue, white and silver carefully weaved together into in a beautiful talent.

It was because of the level of craftsman ship that had Sukuna curious - who was the mastermind of something so beautiful?

He had went to the town where the garment was from and after some digging about, discovered about you. A daughter to a family of tailors, you were quite well known for your talents in embroidery and your mastery of the loom. Having gotten such talents, you crafted many beautiful pieces, and one of them was gifted to Sukuna himself recently. 

When he first saw you, he was struck by your beauty; how you had such a warm smile no matter who you were referring to. How your movements were graceful yet swift, your needle and threat embroidering the most beautiful depections of animals and flowers without a single mistake. How your voice was so sweet and calming that he can physically feel the tension from his body starting to unwind ever so slightly. If he could, he’d love to listen to your voice forever - which was what he intended to do. 

The first time you two met was actually in the dead of the night; you had stayed up later then usual, carefully embroidering a water lily onto a long fabric for a personal tapestry you wanted to hang in your room. A candle was burning by your work table, casting the engawa of your home in a soft but comforting glow; enough for you to do your work without straining too much. You were so fucsed on your work that you didn’t notice how the flames of your candle started to flicker in the glass holder; even though there was the air was still. Your eyes didn’t trail up from your tapestry even as a large figure quietly entered the hallway you were in; only pausing when you felt a huge presence looming over you.

Your bright eyes flickered upwards and met with four pairs of ruby red ones staring right back at you; all four of them shining in amusement. “You are quite oblivious, little one.” Sukuna hummed out with a soft grin, to which you just gave him a confused look as you tilted your head ever so slightly. “How did you get into my house?” You asked quietly, not even acknowledging how the man before you looked very different from what you’re used to; from the four muscular arms sprouting out from underneath the dark blue haori, the very same one that you had made for him. to the extra pair of eyes he sported on his face. Or how the top of his head was clearly brushing against the simple weed roofing of your family home.

“Is that really the first thing you’re going to ask, little one?”

From that day onwards, things definitely went a lot smoother then Sukuna could have imagined. At first the lack of reaction from you confused him, but he found it quite amusing nonetheless. Even after finding out that he was the same deity that you had heard stories of since you were in diapers, you acted no differently around him. You still talked and laughed with him like he was any other human. which for some reason made his heart feel warm and fuzzy. It makes him want to gather you up in his arms, protecting you from the horrors of the world.

The two of you will continue to meet up in the night like secret lovers; many nights he’d just lean against one of the pillars of your family home, with you perched in his lap as you work on different projects every night; talking about things that happen that day, or the funny stories that the townsfolk would share with you whenever they drop by to mend and purchase clothes, or when they dropped off freshly dyed fabrics. During a few of these nights Sukuna had suggested if you can help him mend a few of his kimonos, which you agreed to without hesitation. Some days you’d ever create new kimonos for him as well, which he would wear quite proudly. 

Soon these innocent nights of talking and laughter, him watching you do your work under the moonlight, to having you gasping and crying out for him as he took you over and over again in his grand bedroom; watching quite gleefully as he corrupted your innocence, ruining you for any other man. Ever since the first night you two shared in his bed, he knew that there was no turning back - there was no one else for him but you. 

And there was no way he was going to let some puny human even try to get in between the both of you.

With that he whisked you away from the somewhat mundane and boring life in your town, making you his entire world. He showered you with the finest gifts and opened the more human side of him to you; one that he thought he had lost the moment he had decided to go down the path he did. But you pulled these emotions out from him with ease, making him realise that he can chase all the power he want till the end of time and that will never satisfy him completely. 

All he needed was you, and everything feels right in the world.

“I’ve lost you again, haven’t I?”

Sukuna’s eyes snapped towards the direction of your sleepy voice, watching how you gave him the most beautiful yet sleepy smile as you carefully shifted your body so it was pressed against his. He marveled how your naked bodies clicked together seamlessly, even with the clear size difference between the two of you. “You will always have my attention, flower.”

The sound of the simple nickname cause a small smile tug against the corner of your lips, remembering how that nickname came about. You have always love studying flowers, since you enjoyed embroidering different sorts of flora and fauna onto different tapestries that now adorned the walls of the home you two share. You had once told him about your love of flowers, and because of that, you had came home one day to the courtyard in your shared home turned into your private garden; with flowers from all across the country planted at every nook and cranny. 

When you had asked Sukuna about it, he just shrugs and gave you an indulge smile - as if asking were you really shocked by his gift to you. When he realised just how deep your love for nature was, he had started to call you ‘his flower’, and the name has stuck since then. “What a sweet talker.”

A chuckle rumbled deep within his chest as one of his hands found purchase along your back, starting to massage what he was sure were your sore muscles; watching in satisfaction as you melted more into his chest. “Only for you.” He admitted quietly, to which you just gave him a loving smile as you rest your cheek against his chest once more; a soft finger started to trace along the tattoos on his skin. This action caused him to relax further into the futon, sighing softly in content. “Sukuna? Can we take a bath?”

“I’m lazy.” Sukuna stated with a soft groan as he glanced down at you once more, only to be met by the soft pout that you just know gets him to give in. This caused him to scowl as he cupped your face in one of his hands, gently squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he pushes himself up into a seated position. “You little minx.” He growls playfully whilst you just gave him a teasing smile, straddling his lap with your legs on either side of his whilst one of your hands wrapped around his wrist; causing him to loosen his grip on you whilst letting out a loud sigh. “How annoying.”

His arms suddenly wrapped around you before he got up from the comfort of the warm futon, causing you to giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s go, flower.” He sighs dramatically before he walked you both to the bathroom, causing you to perk up before you lean over to press a loving kiss against his cheek; ignoring his soft eyeroll at your act of affection. As if he didn’t enjoy it whenever you do so. “I love you.”

“Of course you do.” He teases before he started to walk you two towards the bathroom, one of his hands skimming down to the small of your pack where a beautiful black tattoo rested against your soft skin; a tattoo that looks similar to the black lines that adorned his own skin. “You’re mine, after all.” He stated simply, causing you to roll your eyes at him playfully as he carefully sat you down on the wooden steps leading to the opening of the ofuro; watching as Sukuna started to prepare the bath for the both of you. “Wouldn’t it kill for you to just be a little nicer to me?”

Your teasing tone clearly didn’t win any points with him, who narrowed his eyes at you and before you know it you were suddenly pinned down against the wooden steps. A soft giggle left your lips at the narrowed eyes that stared back at you, causing Sukuna to scowl softly at your reaction. “Now you’re just asking for it, flower.” He growled before diving down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss; not being able to mask his smile at the sound of your soft laughter just as you wrapped your arms around him once more.

"My little flower..”

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