#it's meant to look like the pills are coming out of his body like rings from a Sonic enemy

[klaipeda-witness]

Best quality version here (you get weird artefacts and colour shifts in the downloaded gif)

I threatened to do this concept ages ago and I finally made good.

From the moment in Covenant when Kira jumps over the railing on the Empok Nor promenade and tackles Dukat's ass just before he's about to pull a Jonestown type situation.

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Hi!- do you perhaps do HSR angst or smth. Maybe a Blade angst where he gets nightmares/flashbacks of his past life as yingxing in his sleep, but is woken up by reader (his lover, can be gender neutral, whatever u prefer). He refuses reader's comfort, yet still secretly feels grateful (This is my first time requesting smth so i hope u dont mind!)

Thank you for the request, my love <3 I hope you enjoy this!

Bladexgn!reader

angst!

0.8k words

The area is dim, shadows overtake the land as Blade walks down the street. Booths of vendors are left empty, their goods left out to be taken. All the lanterns meant to light the walkway have long since burned out. Blade walks trying desperately to remember why he is here, why he is alone. 

“Yingxing!” a small voice calls out.

His strolled pace comes to a stop and a chill covers his body as he turns to face the voice.

In the darkness, he struggles to find any semblance of life. Failing at this, he decides to move closer, investigating a storefront that has left their window ajar.

As he gets closer he sees the inside of the store has been ravaged. Marks of a sword scar the walls and broken glass is thrown across the floor. His ears start ringing as he is overcome with a sense that he has been here before.

A pit forms in his stomach, and his eyes widen as the palms of his hands begin to sweat. This is fear. Something he has not felt in a long time. 

Blade turns quickly to get away from this place but he is stopped by a female figure, it’s impossible to make out her features in the dark.

“Yingxing, I told you to be home by dark. Sweetheart, did you get lost again?” The figure says as she brings her hand to his cheek, wiping away a tear he didn’t know was there.

Furrowing his eyebrows he places a name to the voice, “Mother?” His voice is shaky unsure of what he is saying.

“Let’s go home now, your dinner is getting cold,” she says leading him back to the street. 

As she turns into the moonlight the indistinct features of her face disappear leaving a flat white mask. 

Stuck in place Blade is frozen with fear.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Yingxing? Don’t you trust your mother?” The figure says extending her hand back to Blade.

Sick to his stomach, he feels a tightness form in his chest making it impossible for him to breathe. The world starts to spiral around him as he loses his footing. Just as he feels himself falling into the chaos around him, he is brought back to reality feeling your hand on his chest.

As Blade opens his eyes he wakes with a jolt immediately moving to sit up and back away from you. His eyes dart around the room and he attempts to gain his bearings back. You watch as his chest heaves, his breath unstable. 

“Did you have another nightmare, my love?” You ask placing your hand lightly on his leg.

Taking a deep breath, he meets your eyes and pushes your hand off him. 

Without saying a word he gets out of bed and leaves the room. 

Worridly you follow after him, giving him his space but watching that he is ok.

Blade ends up on the living room couch with his head in his hands attempting to push away the pain that he felt. How could he not remember the face of his mother? Why did he remember that street? The questions just pilled up until he felt your presence behind him. 

“Your eyes burn holes into my back, I can feel you there,” He says not removing his head from its position, “Go back to bed, this does not involve you.”

Silently you nod as you turn to go back to your shared room. 

When Blade hears the door close and knows that he is alone, he moves so that he is lying on the couch looking up at the ceiling. His thoughts start to slow as the broken memories of his past are mixed with the remembrance of your presence. 

The care in your eyes as you looked at him, knowing that he is capable of killing you and everything around him. Even with that you still stay to care about him, trying to help him out of the darkness of his past. He stays there in thought for some time before returning to bed. 

Blade knows that you are only pretending to sleep, as you always do, waiting to ensure that he is ok before you drift off to sleep. Silently he gets into bed, carefully wrapping his arms around you. When he falls asleep this time he is at peace being able to leave his past behind him.

[blueberryarchive]

Jimin from Hollister (pjm)

The first time Jimin saw you was at his old job at Hollister. It was a quiet Monday, and the blond had a hangover throbbing in his temples, pills, and several empty water bottles next to the cashier waiting for someone to enter. His co-worker was on break, and the store was all to himself, which meant one thing: he was in charge of the music.

Give It Up To Me by Sean Paul echoed in his poor ears as he walked among the T-shirts arranged on the hangers, running his hands over the cotton. His head moved along with the bass. Even though the hangover was deteriorating him, he couldn't miss the moments when could play music for him.

Walking down the men's jeans aisle, there you were: the shortest skirt he's ever seen, a coat that hugged your tits deliciously, and the most delicate earring dangling from your navel. You looked at the pants, moving your waist slightly, looking at the prices. Jimin wanted to reach out slowly, grab the belt loops of your mini skirt, and move you gently, pressing his now hard-on on you.

"How come I haven't seen you here before, doll?" He said, getting closer to your ear.

You opened your eyes, and the boy in front of you was chewing gum and wearing a white T-shirt, a small metal ball in the center of his tongue. 'Hello, my name is Jimin,' read a small card on his exercised chest. You smiled.

"What did you say?"

"I asked if you need help," Jimin spoke louder, once again having an excuse to get a little closer.

"Will you do it?"

The bubble Jimin was making exploded in his mouth when you dared to look him up and down. He nodded, a smile appearing on his features.

"I need a gift for my boyfriend."

Boyfriend? No surprise, you were a little piece of molded heaven. It's not like he cared, either. Jimin knew that he could take what he wanted, he had done it before and had no regrets.

"What does your boyfriend do?"

"He's a law student."

"Boring."

Surprised by his bold response you could only laugh with him. You hadn't realized but his body was so close to you that you didn't need to shout over the music.

"Is this part of your job?" You asked.

"What?"

"Giving opinions about customers."

"If I'm interested, yes." His responses were quick, he grabbed the gum from his mouth and threw it down a hallway. "Now, where do you work? Juicy or Spencer's"

"I study." You responded.

"Interesting, smart girl. I haven't been with one of those before."

"My friend warned me about Hollister employees." You mumbled, earning a chuckle from Jimin.

"And what do you think of them now?" 

You liked what you saw, a lot.

Your boyfriend was a sweetheart, seriously. But he was so stupid, thought he could change the way you dressed, how you put on makeup, or who you went out with. Like you were a project or something.

Jimin from Hollister, though, was ogling you. Eating you. His eyes staring at your waist uncensored, Daddy Yankee's 'Impacto' was ringing in your ears, and the lights were low enough to make you feel like having a little fun.

You raised your hand and Jimin took it without a second thought. You turned around and approached his baggy jeans. Jimin bent over until his head was resting on your shoulder, both of you moving with the music, his hands guiding your waist with agility.

The smell of strawberry perfume had Jimin on the verge of kissing your neck, your delicate hair, and the pink lipstick. You were like those Barbies his sister played with.

You turned around again, still moving. Jimin lowered his eyes to where you both pressed. He could see your nipples standing up and prayed they were pierced, too. His tongue passed over his lips just thinking about it.

Your diamond belt falling apart on his fingers without him realizing it out of nowhere.

"Like that, baby, slow. Let me see you." He whispered as your waist began to move slower.

You hissed as both of his hands squeezed your ass, you saw him bite his lip before moving closer to you.

"What flavor is the lipstick?"

"Cherry." You laughed as he pulled you closer. His sly smile had you melting.

"Will your little boyfriend mind if I try it?"

You denied and he wasted no time. His quick footsteps pushed you into a changing room, your back arching at the chill of the mirror behind you. His hands went to your hair, roughening it and undoing your high ponytail. Your Juicy glasses fall to the floor next to your pink bag.

"Won't he mind if I use you either?"

His hand guided you until you had your face resting on the mirror, you moaned as you felt your thong break on his fingers as if they were made of paper.

The rings on his fingers marked your skin as he squeezed the soft, inviting skin on your ass.

"You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen in this store."

That made you blush, the juice falling to your thighs. You loved being told how pretty you looked, how adorable your tits were in that top, how long your legs could be in your favorite shorts, how you were prettier with cum on your face. What a shame you had to look for your boyfriend's friends and other men to tell you.

Jimin licked his hand with his pierced tongue and rubbed the tip of his cock, red and ready. The sting of feeling his thick member wanting to enter your tight pussy made you see stars, your legs failing.

"No, no, princess. Don't fall yet. Come, I'll hold you." The murmurs were tender as he grabbed your hair tightly and his forearm under your belly.

"B-big, too big."

"I know, sugar, I know. Just take it like a good little slut."

Penetrating completely, Jimin hissed, letting his skillful hips touch that spot inside you to make you wetter.

"You look like a bitch in heat, princess. Has it been long since you felt like this?" He cooed, leaving pecks on your cheeks and neck.

"You have no idea," You whimpered, creating a mist in your reflection with each moan.

"You had to come with a stranger to put it deep inside you, make you a mess," Jimin growled, grabbing your hands above your head, your manicured nails searching for something to clutch. You felt like you were going to explode with every crash against your ass.

Jimin wanted to leave you without panties and let your pussy spill his milk while you walked through the mall that afternoon. That you thought of him every time the inside of your thighs felt slippery.

When he came, he was so hard with your poor little body that he marked the sides of your meaty thighs so you wouldn't move, his cock throbbing and pumping cum until you were overflowing.

"Oh, fuck me. Fuck you, God, this pussy-mm" He mumbled incoherently.

Your used doll face was so sweet, with your drooping eyelashes and your mouth red and swollen from biting it so much. So heavenly.

Jimin zipped up his jeans, fixed his hair in the reflection next to you, and kissed your neck. Your Fliphone vibrated in your coat pocket, and he grabbed it.

"Yes? Yes, this is her phone. I mean...she's a little busy in the fitting room. My name? Jimin." Jimin frowned as the call closed. "Your boyfriend is not very happy. You lied to me, I think he does mind that I used you a little."

You tried to get up but were still weak. The information Jimin told you didn't faze you, your dad would probably get mad, but you didn't care.

"Come tomorrow at five, I'll buy you another one of those thongs if you're good. Yes?"

You nodded and received another grateful kiss. This time soft, sweet, a see you later.

If you want to read more about this couple here is another drabble about them ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ and ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

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Calgary — Ethan Edwards

Summary: You find yourself slipping into old habits and only know one person who can help you. The one person who won’t talk to you. So you turn to music

Content Warnings; Drug addiction, mentions of a previous overdose, angst, mentions of oxycodone.

Pairing; Ethan Edwards x Reader

Based on Calgary by Tate McRae

You stared at the bottle of oxycodone pills on the floor in front of you. You were sitting in the middle of your dorm room floor in tears. This past term had been overly stressful for you, you knew double majoring in criminal justice and political science wasn’t going to be easy for you but you were determined to turn your life around when you changed majors from visual communications. You’d changed your major once you were welcomed back to UMich following your overdose. You had been suspended for 4 months for not following the student conduct policy. You were graciously welcomed back the following academic year, you decided to turn your life around then.

Mostly because your overdose cost you everyone in your life’s trust and support. You also lost more friends than you would like to admit. You wanted to be upset about it but you knew it was your own fault for the ending of your friendships. The biggest loss would have to have been the fact that you lost all the friendships you had with the UMich hockey players. You had no contact with your best friend since you were 3. You felt guilty for him finding you, you felt worse for the words you said to him in the hospital.

You finally caught your breath and shoved you phone and the pill bottle in your pocket as you walked into your private bathroom in your dorm room. You placed your phone on the floor besides the toilet bowl and dialed Ethan’s number. Your heart clenched with every ring, but even more when his voice mail played, “It’s Ethan, don’t leave a message that’s what texts are for.” You sighed after the beep, “Hey Eth, I know I shouldn’t have called but I’m not doing too well. I’m alone in my dorm right now packing to head home for break. I found a bottle of pills. I won’t lie, I thought about taking them. I thought I had my shit my together. I can’t take these though they look tempting. I can’t do that to you guys again.” You let out a sob as you dumped the bottle into the toilet and flushed the toilet. “I miss you E. I’m really sorry.” You hung up as another wretched sob wracked through your body.

Ethan let out a yawn as he sat down at his locker and opened his skate bag and tucked his skates into them neatly. He changed in record time, Mark was going to his girlfriend’s house for the weekend so Ethan had their apartment all to himself, which meant blasting Phoebe Bridgers during his shower in peace. He was sliding his hoodie over his head when he felt his phone in his sweatpants pocket. He hadn’t checked it since he’d come off the ice after practice. Not that he was expecting anything but out of habit.

He slightly panicked when he saw he had a missed call and a voicemail from you. He connected his headphones before pressing play to be met with your sad voice, “I found some pills.” Ethan’s heart rate spiked, he couldn’t lose you again, “I didn’t take any, I miss you E.” He had to sit down in order to not lose his balance. She didn’t take any, she’s okay. That was what Ethan was repeating to himself the entire drive back to his apartment.

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A good 8 months had passed since you left Ethan that sad sob story on his voicemail. You took a 90 day leave from UMich and admitted yourself into a rehabilitation program. You also started NA and AA immediately after leaving the program. You returned to school and made the deans list and you had taken up songwriting. You also changed majors again to Entrepreneurship and opened a coffee shop.cYou still had a lot of forgiveness to ask for, but you were mending a lot of broken relationships. You hadn’t had any contact with Ethan or anyone you knew around that time. Currently you sat on a barstool holding a acoustic guitar in your coffee shop off of campus. You had expected to see Ethan around campus and in classes, definitely not here and definitely not with a handful of other UMich hockey players.

You tore your eyes away from him and adjusted the microphone in front of you, “Hi guys.” The usual Thursday night crowd, who all had their stories and songs or poems they shared greeted you back. You cleared your throat, “For anyone who doesn’t know how this works. Welcome to Thursday Tunes here at Blessing UnDisguised. I am the owner of the coffee shop and my name is Y/N and I am a recovering alcoholic and addict. I opened this place as I like to call it around 3 months ago. I had my struggles with my recovery and wanted to give myself and others a safe place. And many of my regular costumers here know I write music now, so I have a song I’d like to share if you don’t mind.”

Your eyes held a glimmer Ethan hadn’t seen in years and it almost brought tears to his eyes. He hadn’t heard from you or seen you since before you left him that voicemail. He didn’t reach out, mainly because he didn’t want to hurt you by not being what you needed. But in this moment he could see you had finally gotten the help and stability you needed. A proud smile formed on his face as you tuned your guitar, “Okay so some backstory to this song, I wrote this about 8 months ago. I wrote this while I laid on the floor on my room in rehab. I had realized the night before that I still needed help. Admittedly I called my ex and dumped some of my problems on him. Which I shouldn’t have done. But I checked myself into rehab the next day. I wrote this about a time in my life where I didn’t have anyone because I had drugs. I’ve struggled with drug use since I was 15 years old. I’m now 21, as of 2 days ago. So here’s a song I wrote about being 20 and just feeling alone.”

Same bar, same street. I’m 20 but I still feel 15. Sane fears, same dreams. Still tryna get my brother to like me. You said I always seemed to land on my feet. But I got problems hanging like a chain around my neck. Trying but I’m barely seeing past 23. And the best of me, right now, is lookin a lot like a mess.

I thought I had my shit together. Can’t lie the pills are looking tempting. I thought I was hettting better. No I got better at pretendin.

Old friends, downtown. They didn’t like me then and don’t like me now. Im drunk, oh, wow. My old habits came back around. ‘I’ll figure it out’ that’s what I say. Figure it out and take a break. I’ll figure it out, maybe one day.

I’ll finally get my shit together. Can’t lie, the pills are looking tempting. I thought that I was getting better, no I got better at pretendin.

And I do it again. I’m a creature of habit. The moments gone but I’m still tryna catch it. Everyone left and I never got past in. Never got past it. Same bar, same street. I’m 20 but I still feel 15.”

Ethan felt a pang of sadness in his chest upon hearing his own words he’d used against you in the hospital after you overdosed. Something that stuck with him for a day, but had stuck with you for a year. He felt guilt for abandoning you when you needed him. Mark felt the guilt in his stomach, you’d tried to stay in touch with him, shooting him congratulations messages when they won games, liking his instagram posts and congratulating him on his engagement to his long time girlfriend Zoe. But he ignored you.

You exited the small stage and went behind the stack of books acting as a divider between the customers and workers. You bend down to grab a bottle of water from the cooler and when you stood back up, you were met face to face with Ethan, Mark and a few other players. You felt like crying when you saw the way they were looking at you, “So what do you think? You guys like Blessings UnDisguised or what?” Mark smiled, “It’s beautiful Y/N.” Seamus Casey and Rutger McGroaty were too engrossed in the hockey posters on the walls to reply. Zoe and a red headed girl you knew to be Luca’s girlfriend were flipping through the box of old love letters in the middle of the room to reply.

Ethan stood in front of you with an unreadable expression on his face, “You used it as decor? Here?” He was staring directly behind you. There were two(awfully made) pottery cups on a shelf behind you. They held tea bags and sugar packets. You and Ethan had made them at some pottery shop on a date your freshman year of college. You looked at him, “You always told me I’d find my calling and be amazing. I guess sometimes I still need a reminder.” Ethan smiled, “I’m really proud of you Y/N.” You smiled, “Thanks E. I’m really happy now. I’m proud of you too.”

[katsukikitten]

A zombie apocalypse au for @medusashima collab! Find the collab master list HERE! Be sure to give the others a read too!

Warning: graphic, violent, and sexual content intended for adults 18 or older.

Synopsis: Shelter isn't hard to come by in the End but good, untouched, shelter is. When you find paradise in the middle of a dead field in the shape of a 900 square foot home you start to break a few of your important rules. Always keep moving and don't help anyone. Especially if that anyone is a hot headed blonde bounty hunter sent to settle score you'd rather forget.

Peachy Keen Master List

Chapter One - Never overstay your welcome, keep moving

Winter

It scares you at first, the mummified body facing the door in the cramped living room of the home you found tucked away in a field of corn long past it's harvest. 

Petrified you, like the farmers that sat facing one another. In wooden rocking chairs, gnarled fingers slack around the handles. Coming closer to inspect and seeing no signs of teeth marks or infection. Letting loose the held breath you kept as deft eyes looked over every liver spot and wrinkle in the leathery skin. No fluid on the hardwood floors beneath their rocking chair or in the blankets around their shoulders. 

And by some miracle, the cold, the house didn't smell like rot. 

You figure they must have died earlier this winter, it lasted damn near since October as the Earth naturally cooled in the fall of the human race. 

With critical climate change hitting irreversible levels and long lasting damaging effects in just a few short decades, Mother Nature took matters into her own hands. Doing what she does best. 

She evolves, she changes and grows, makes a deadly cocktail of pathogens and fungi that rids her realm of blight. 

Humans. 

You were just surprised a nuclear war didn't wipe humanity off the map first. 

You hadn't meant to live this long, six whole years in the apocalypse, honestly you were one of the many who'd rather take their own lives. Least then you had a say in how and when you went. 

But the body has a funny way of forcing you to survive. To dissociate in some feeble attempt to keep the body going for an organ that tortured itself daily with endless, grueling tasks and for what? 

So you could experience your first kill? Watch your friends and family die when the Feds bombed cities instead of trying to quarantine sections? Of you walking until your feet bled, fleeing the city just to live in the outskirts to hear the screaming and wails as the undead met the living? Tied to a tree limb with your worn belt to sleep or maybe it was so you could loot the dead man for his tent but not without putting a bullet between his eyes as a parting gift first. 

No longer does Grim accept the coins laid upon the eyes of the dead. Now payment for a safe travel down the river Styx is paid with the bullet lodged into the third eye of the deceased.

A tradition sure to be passed down to the generations to come.

Despite the rage you've aimed at yourself for still living, the home was a welcoming sight. The old farm house made of gray cinder block, stout in the field of the tall stalks that you yearned to see each sweltering summer when you were stuck in the city before the world went to shit.

Now the sight of the dried crop makes the nostalgia coat your tongue thickly, like the bitterant of a large pill.  

You think you choke when you swallow. 

Still even with the two harmless corpses it was an amazing find. The shingles of the roof are all in tack and the old wood stove holds the reminiscence of a charred log and ashes. 

Logs lining either side that would last through the winter and then more still kept under an open awning out back. Plenty of birch wood to burn white smoke making you sigh in relief. 

First things first and with the few hours of sun you had left you needed to get to work burying the couple. Half debating over taking their rings that were about to fall off before thinking better of it. 

Grabbing the shovel from the makeshift shed and going to the edge of the corn field out back. Only you were stubborn, stupid enough to fight the frozen ground as you shoved the sharp spade into the Earth. Moving it to your will as sweat collects on the inside of your thermal undershirt making it stick to your back and the nape of your neck uncomfortably. 

Your calloused hands protect you from the biting wood as you spend the better part of your day light going six feet down. Using the height of the shovel as a measuring stick.

I wonder if their kids and grandkids will visit. I'll have to make a good marker so they won't miss it. 

And then it hits you. The realization of what you're thinking. Fat droplets blurring your vision as you chide yourself over wasting quickly dwindling time. 

You hadn't even cried when you watched your friends being torn apart from the force of the bomb but here you were crying over two strangers and their imaginary family.

Except they weren't imaginary were they? They were hung neatly throughout the home. 

Ya know the multi generational home that you planned to squat in. The one with the warped photos in warm senpia of when the family first arrived and built the modest country home to the vibrant color photo of the grandparents smiling ear to ear as their kids and their kids' kids stood on the still sturdy porch with corn cobs in their small hands. 

Another sob racks through your body forcing you to take a break from carving out your last foot hold so you could climb out of the grave you'd just dug.  

Should you start digging your own now too? 

Since no one else was going to be around to do it. 

Once you're back in the house you try to think of the logistics of bringing the pair out. You start with the wife, taking her delicately preserved body with the blanket around her shoulders. 

"’Xcuse me." You murmur to her as you lift her up, surprisingly light compared to the other corpses you've carried or moved. Careful to avoid banging her up against the door jamb accidentally before you make it out the few yards to the edge of their little property. 

Easing her down into the hole using the long and strong quilt that she must have made until you could slip it from beneath her to bring the fabric back up. 

"Sorry." Another involuntary pleasantry as you scoop the husband and his quilt up. Repeating the same action until he rested beside her as much as he could be. Dropping the first and second quilt over them as if tucking them in. You just hoped they wanted their holy matrimony to be reflected in the after life as well. 

Rooting around in your pocket for the few spare ammo you've got left. 

"For the toll." You murmur dropping a bullet each before tackling the grueling task of shoveling dirt back into the hole you half killed yourself to dig. Returning to the house only to place their wooden rocking chairs at the foot of their grave before heading inside for the night. 

Telling yourself not to look for their names, refusing to and that the wooden rocking chairs would have been enough. 

But it gnaws at you as you move around their furniture to better suit you, as the old wood stove fills the home with a warmth, with a luxury, you've long since forgotten.

Knowing full well she would have been the type of woman to have a farmer's log. 

A handwritten one or a more accurate family log written in the old bible that sat on her night stand. 

You left it alone, thankful they hadn't died in their queen sized bed as you moved it into the living room frame and all. 

The moon shining bright over head, peering in through the kitchen window over the sink as if to check on you. To see if you were still awake. 

And of course you were, when was the last time you've ever had a restful sleep? 

Your mind back to the "holy book" specifically the one with the worn leather and cracked spine. Even to the end the wife was a woman of faith, a bible open on the coffee table that you quickly used for kindling. 

Because what has God ever done for you?

He sure as fuck wasn't as merciless as he claimed to be.

Although he'd given her and her husband an easy enough death hadn't he? 

You were sure the rest of her family didn't meet the same gentle fate. 

In the end there was only one true God and that was Death. 

Ever waiting and watching, coming to steal you away before you could even blink with nothing to show you ever existed at all save for your own headstone, least til that crumbled away.

You jolt out of bed, rushing towards the book as if it whispered your name all this time and now it was shouting. 

Screaming, demanding your undivided attention until you flip open the front cover. Old cursive greets you as the pages sigh, rolling over birth and death dates until you're forced to flip to the back, finding the first two names without death dates but plausible birth dates that would line up to their age and the End. Slamming the generations old book as you rise. 

Finding yourself outside, bare foot. Knife in your hand and your breaths coming out in ragged puffs. 

Scrapping along the tops of the wooden rocking chairs like a woman possessed, carefully carving the letters into the headrest of the rocking chairs.

Stepping back in a fever to admire your work, feet numb from the biting cold ground before you turn on your heel. 

They echo back to you as if you'd carved each curving letter into your psyche instead of the smooth stained grain. Unsure if the haunting was that of thanks or scorn and you were sure a poltergeist was the least of your concern.

Even as you drift the names burn your retinas as if to remind you whose home you spent the night in. 

ASTRID     EMROY 

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The next morning you find yourself trapped in the house by deep snow so you poke around the home. Rearranging some things here and there but not to disturb the personal belongings just yet. 

Even though you know you won't stay long, never breaking one of your many rules that lead you to survive this long. But why not disturbing their belongs matters to you, you aren't sure. 

Maybe it's the way that this home is untouched. Truly loved and lived in, while the other houses you've squatted in were long since looted. Ransacked and trashed, taken back by the unforgiving weather and those desperate enough to defile what was once someone's home.

For others, their Hell within four walls and maybe the big End meant nothing to them anyway. Besides, it wasn't like you weren't one of the many who rooted through homes and hissed when you found nothing of use, just fading photographs and old DVDs and CDs. Shit that didn't matter now.

Right now you were mostly looking for a good pen with a plan to roughly guess the year so you could add the rough date beside their names and put their bible up somewhere. As if compelled to end their chapter properly so that they may live on despite, their bloodline most likely having died long before them. 

The couple really didn't have much and you were sure if you tried you could dedicate one small wall and bookshelf to their personal belongings to honor them. The thought makes you suck your teeth, so easily you cling to sentimental bullshit, out of spite now their things would be lucky to be stored away in a box. 

On the dusty coffee table are two sets of coasters, tops well worn from sweating drinks, a black leather book and a copy of The Great Gatsby with a broken spine. 

The book peaks your interest, hadn't read it since highschool and even then that felt like a foreign memory. Of harsh fluorescent lights that buzzed loud enough you were sure you'd go deaf to them after having lived in silence for so long. Tossing the tattered paperback onto the old wood top before your fingers grab for the worn leather spine, flipping the pages to see dozens and dozens of entries.

You settle into the old couch, the fire in the wood stove keeping the place warm as the sun lazily bleeds in through the windows to provide you with just enough light to read as you flip it open you're met with a threat.

If ya settle here ya better watch over our goddamn farm. 

The cover page makes you snort, flipping the thick page to consume what you could, hoping there would be some hints on where they stashed their canned goods and supplies. Even if it didn't provide you with anything, at least it helped past the time.

Jan 31 20XX  Six years after the "Rapture" 

It's ain't all fucking peachy keen as I'm sure ya can see and I'm comin to realize that I ain't built to live forever.

And if I was, I couldn't imagine a worse hell than this. 

If ya settled here in our little house I've got some rules. 

No drinks on my damn coffee table without a coaster. I got plenty of 'em. The ones from my birthday (they got cats on em but the paint'll be rubbed off by now I'm sure) or the ones Emroy made outta small trees. Hell use a book if ya gotta. 

Two, you best sweep this home. I don't care where ya came from or who ya came from, what god you do or don't worship but there is one thing for certain, house as old as this has a spirit and ya best keep it happy. Open the front and back door (good cross breeze in the sweltering summer) and you sweep my damn house. 

Or I just might be the spirit that haunts ya. 

Reckon that's it. So I'll quit my belly achin and step down from my soapbox to learn ya a thing or two.  

Now if you're a country folk and from 'round these parts y'all'll know two things. When snows a coming, or rain, y'all can smell it real easy in the air. Can't tell ya the smell but if you know ya know. And the second being it always snows heavier in the next coming weeks before spring than it will in the dead of winter. 

Now if you're from the city or just can't smell like ya used to, Bets the cow will be able to tell ya. She won't come out, simple as that and by the next day snow'll be up to your knees and Bets will look at you like she told you so.  

Hopefully she'll live that long, seems this disease ain't affecting the animals like it is us folks. Reckon we didn't pray hard enough or some preachy shit Gran would've said. Now if the cow ain't there to tell ya, the farm log will. Use yer head, you'll see the pattern even with the blasted greed fueled heat spikes. It's best to prepare for the worst. We've enough canned rations to last us a lifetime in the cellar but Emory and I are old as dirt, it won't last forever but as long as these hands can can, they'll can what he grows. 

Emory, my husband, says hello. Wants me to tell the "stranger" that's you I reckon, that the Great Gatsby is worth the read and that if ya find yourself with nothing to do, which ya will eventually, you should read it. 

Go on now, get back to surviving and be sure to dust my damn picture frames too. 

Yours truly,

Astrid & Emory. 

Pushy. You think to yourself but relish in the fact that old folks like to ramble, even in written form. Quick to explore the home to find the cellar doors in the fading short lived light of winter before realizing the age of the home. 

Shit, it's probably buried under a whole foot and a half of snow, you could exhume it now but you and twilight always seemed to have bad luck. 

It's when you've been raided most and almost bitten more times than you can count and after finding this place you don't wish to push your luck. Even if the undead were few and far between in bumfuck nowhere. 

Flipping open the cabinets in the kitchen you find a few manufactured canned meats. Fingers smoothing out the old label for any sign of denting or damage that could lead to botulism. Finding none makes you pop open the can to sit atop the old black wood stove, glass casting the room in a soft orange that rivals the sunset. It makes you pull the blinds closed in caution, not wanting any light to attract unwanted guests and when the wind howls you wrap tighter in one of the many blankets lying around. 

Three days pass and there is only so many times you can study the farm logs and widdle wood into pitiful shapes with your dull knife before you drive yourself mad. Still avoiding the books for now in some sort of spite or rebellion to God knows who before you're outside and bundled up. Shovel in hand as you scrape the metal spade all along the foundation of the house until you hear a satisfying tink. 

Your luck would be to start in the wrong direction and have to walk all the way back around the house just for the damn thing to be on the left side of the back porch instead of the right. Shoveling away the icy snow before coming across the wooden cellar doors. You wonder if you'll have to replace them soon but your curiosity of the future dies when you spy a combination padlock. Sucking your teeth pull a bobby pin from your hair, straightening it out and wiggling it between the rusting dials, scraping it around before feeling the soft give of the locking mechanism. You jab roughly and the lock pops open making you smile as if you hadn't picked anything ten times as hard. 

Taking the steps into the deep cellar where the air was cool yes but warmer than outside. As if it were deep enough in the Earth to stay a balmy fifty degrees even in summer heat. Flash light paints the darkness in harsh white when you spy a candle and a box of matches into an enclave built right into the old cobblestone. 

Once the fire flickers to life you switch your flashlight off, pocketing it as the candle washes the old glass jars and few metal cans aglow. 

Jarred jerky catches your eye first as you snatch for that, then a small jar of syrupy looking strawberries, as bright red as when they were first picked, making your mouth salivate. The place neatly organized and labeled, the metal cans of all of those beef stews that were upstairs despite there only being enough of those left to last through this winter. Even if you stretched them out with water. Finger following the shelf lining to try to find more sweet fruit coming across the word peaches under a layer of dust. 

Delight you look up, just to find the shelf empty and the sight of it makes you snarl. 

But at least you had your strawberries. 

They taste like late spring, like your childhood when you'd pick the berries at the local farm. How the sun beating down on your back made them taste that much sweeter in the field. A little reward paid by the sweat on your brow and the money your mother would toll out for the fresh fruit. 

Well, well worth the price. 

Spring is coming like her book says and you sweep and dust her house.

[astroyongie]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Heaven and Back

Parings: Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings: slight smut, mentions of drug and alcohol intake, poor mental health, sub intendo of auto harmful behaviors.

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It was ringing. The loud sound of the music bombing against your earbuds and people punching each other to get inside the club made you a little too alert. It had been your idea really. To come clubbing, in a pathetic attempt to numb the feeling inside your chest due to your breakup. You had exaggerated your makeup, done your hair nicely, asked your nail tech to give your hands a second life and your short dress glued to your curve like a glove.

You were self conscious. But at this particular moment, you would have traded your soul with the devil if it meant to feel anything but the hurt that was consuming your being. Your friend had warned you, this club was different, it wasn't the type of club one would come to just have fun.

You knew it. Yet, you wanted to know what it felt like to go hell and back. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this, y/n?” 

Your friend yelled at your ear which only made you laugh. You had drowned your 3 shots in less than half an hour, still not tipsy enough to join the crowd dancing. Laying before you on the countertop, was your half drunken drink, vodka with coke if you remembered well. What you hadn’t expected was the bartender to slip in front of you what seemed to be a yellow pill with a smiley face on it. A pill of ecstasy. 

Honestly, if anyone said to you that you would one day be in one of Itaewon's most renowned nightclubs, drinking to your heart’s content and getting high, you would have laughed at their face.

But shit happens. And right now, your heart was too broken, too foul to even rationalize the danger of your actions. No, you weren’t sure. Probably mixing alcohol and this type of stimulant was a terrible idea, but you were past the curiosity. You just wanted the pain to stop. As long as you could numb these feelings on your chest and forget about that prick that broke your heart, you would be fine.

“C’mon, don’t think I would puss out of this!” you said with a loud voice, almost like you were trying to reassure yourself. The music was resonating loudly, the atmosphere of the club humid and thick in smoke. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes was heavy, it made your eyes cry but it also emptied your mind of any feeling. 

Without a second thought you popped the pill inside your mouth, using the vodka to wash it away. Your face scrunched at the bitter taste before you yelled in excitement. Taking your friend by her arms you dragged her to the dance floor ready to allow your mind to turn into nothing putty. 

“Hey, are you sure you are alright?” Your friend asked, their worried features making you want to get violent. You hated when people took pity on you.

“I am fine, geez stop asking and just let me have fun!”

“Fine, just don’t get yourself in trouble!”

You ignored them, proceeding with your sloppy and most certainly, embarrassing dance moves. The music was loud, the beat hitting your eardrums as you danced to the sound, laughing. Sticky bodies danced around you, and you tried to blend in with their mouvements, allowing yourself to release the pressure on your shoulders. You could feel the effects of ecstasy hitting your body. You felt lighter, not worried about the thoughts of others. It felt euphoric. You closed your eyes, allowing the music to take possession of your body as you moved without a care of the world. 

Feeling a soft hand on your smaller back, you open your eyes. Behind you, a young man stood there, his light brown hair falling gently over his eyes. He looked amused by you, a soft smile on his lips as he leaned into your ear.

“Sorry, but you have been sticking on me.” 

“I was?” You asked, turning around to face him before leaning to answer, talking over the music. He smelled like vanilla. “Sorry about that”

“It’s fine,” The stranger boy said, locking eyes with you for a moment, before adding “You okay?”

“Shit, yeah sorry!” you said, almost stumbling on your own feet. His hands gripped your waist tighter, not allowing you to fall. “What’s your name?” You asked, obvious of his actions, your own brain functioning way slower than usual. 

The boy smiled wide. “Sunghoon”

“Well, Sunghoon, you are gorgeous!”

“And you are drunk” 

You shrugged, not caring. In another context you would have been ashamed of yourself and ask forgiveness for your shameless behavior, but with the drug in your system you couldn't care less. You felt way too satisfied. 

“Sunghoon, wanna dance with me?”

You asked, grabbing the boy by the collar of his white shirt. He didn't struggle, instead he offered you a nod, his hands lazily going to your hips, without putting much pressure in case you changed your mind. 

You smirked, the foreign feeling of having someone else touching you, making you elated. Dancing with Sunghoon proved to be way easier than what you thought. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you swung your body left and right at the rhythm of the music. He followed your movements easily, a little smile plastered on his face. 

His eyes watched you attentively and you grinned. This was so much easier when the drug and alcohol were in your system and you didn't care about the dumbass of your ex anymore. Your heart felt light and for a moment, you wanted nothing more but to enjoy this. You felt Sunghoon’s lips travel close to your neck, without totally touching you. The ghosting feeling makes you tighten your grip around him. 

“Stop teasing me”

You groaned, pulling yourself closer to him, directing his face to your own lips. The kiss was subtle, yet needy. Sunghoon wasted no time in licking your bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside your mouth. The sinful sound you made was muffled by the loud music in the background, your bodies still moving together.

You kissed him back, until you were forced to break apart from the lack of air. You licked your lips flashing him a smile before you turned your body around. This time, Sunghoon’s hands gripped your waist firmly as your body grinned against his, your hips moving sensually against his bulge. You couldn’t hear him but you felt his body rigid against yours. This felt way more nice than what you were expecting.

“What’s your name?” Sunghoon asked, his hot breath against your ear making you shiver. You turned your head slightly to answer him

“Y/n” 

He hummed in response, capturing your lips in the process. The kiss was slower, more passionate and wet. He moved his tongue slowly against yours, his hands shamelessly traveling from your exposed thigh, up to your waist. You could feel everything, from his breath and his taste and it was driving you crazy. You needed more. You needed him more, that was a certainty. 

“Wanna go somewhere quieter?” Sunghoon asked against your lips, planting a few light ones along between his words. 

You agreed with a nod of your head. Parting away from you, Sunghoon held your hand before pulling you away from the dancefloor. At this point, you didn't even remember your friend and honestly, you didn't care at all. The people started to be less and less, and the moment you got more air to breathe, you felt your legs weak. A crashing wave of sickness making your body shiver in cold sweat.

“Hey, you okay?” Sunghoon asked as you both reached the bottom of the staircases, that led you to the lounge. It was not a private space, but it provided comfort for those who needed a breath from the euphoria happening downstairs. You nodded your head. “Yea, I just want you” You murmured, trying to reach on your tiptoes to kiss him. When your lips were on his earlier, you didn’t feel this awful. Sunghoon leaned down, kissing you once again. The kiss was this time softer, almost caring and you felt your whole body shake in need. Or perhaps it was the effects of alcohol and drugs finally catching you up for your mistakes. 

When he broke apart again, Sunghoon helped you up the stairs until you both reached the lounge. His hands were still on your body, leading you to one of the empty red couches. When you finally sat down, you felt your head turning, the dizzy feeling making you nauseous. You felt Sunghoon sit next to you, but you could barely see him. The strong scent of vanilla was the only thing stopping you from dripping into unconsciousness. 

“You okay?” Sunghoon asked once again, his hand on your exposed thigh burning your skin. His voice was worried, but when looking at his face, you couldn't even process his facial expression. You nodded, your hands searching for his warmth as you tried to pull him into yet, another kiss. His lips moved gracefully against your, and you were aware of how pathetic you might look, the boiling feeling reaching your stomach.

A bad trip? you thought. The drug was making you feel sick, and even the sweet taste of sunghoon wasn’t erasing that unsettling feeling of guilt inside your mind. Your 3 years relationship had just finished and you were coping miserably. Instead of facing your emotions, you were in a club drugged, drunk and kissing this nice stranger. 

You wanted to throw up. No, you didn't have the energy for that, you were just feeling yourself slip away. Were you going to die in the arms of a stranger?

Sunghoon pulled away, his gaze watching you. You faintly noticed his seriousness. His hand caressed your cheek and you felt your skin wet. Were you crying? 

“You lied, you are not fine. You are terrified.”

The graveness of his voice made you break. Without controlling your body anymore, you sobbed in shame, hiding your face in your hands. Sunghoon gently held you, pulling you close to his body. 

“I don’t want to die. But I feel like I am dying, why everything hurt so much”

“It 's okay.. I am here.”

Sunghoon held you, the warmness of his body calming the waves of shivers running down your spine. This was beyond sad. Grinding on a stranger and crying on his arms like you have known him all your life. 

“I wanted to feel heaven. But why am I feeling like hell?.”

“Y/n?, hey y/n”

The sound of Sunghoon’s voice became muffled, as if he was meters away from you. The lights were getting dim and you felt your ears rigging. And then, nothing. The darkness you had tried to run away from, crawling back to you and swallowing you whole.  

You were finally doing it. Going to Heaven and back. 

[ciaossu-imagines]

So, I used prompt 7, number 14 from Day 17 of the event for G. from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I don’t often get to write about the Primo Generation characters, so this was fun!

Does the character take any sleeping aids (ex: pills, melatonin supplements, etc.)?

So, obviously there weren’t many sleep aids available during the Primo generation’s time period so we’re going to modernize this generation a little, just because sleeping aids are more plentiful and available now.

Now, overall, despite being a night owl by nature, I don’t see G. as having a really hard time sleeping. Most of the time, he sleeps pretty well. It takes him a bit to fall asleep but once he is asleep, he’s pretty dead to the world for at least a good four to five hours.

It’s why G. can’t really nap. Once he’s out, he’s solidly out for hours on end. He can’t just sleep for little amounts of time and honestly, the half-hour he meant to spend napping is just enough time for him to fall asleep.

Like I said – getting to sleep is the hardest part for him. He lays down and tries to relax and go to sleep. However, there’s something about this relaxed state that really fires up his brain and he gets preoccupied with whatever’s in his brain and it takes him a while to sort out his head and shut his brain down enough to fall asleep.

The only time this doesn’t ring true is if he’s sick or physically just absolutely exhausted. If he’s sick, G.’s someone who needs a lot of sleep to heal up and feel better and after injury or spending a lot of time fighting or staying up, he’s out like a light when he finally does get the chance to sleep.

The only time G. really has serious sleep issues other than this is when he’s really stressed about something or really excited about something. He’s so impatient when it comes to things he’s looking forward to and he’s so eager to get to them that he finds it hard to unwind enough to sleep. And, of course, stress does the same thing for him, where his brain won’t shut down and his body is tense, and he can’t unwind.

It’s at those points where he really does have an almost impossible time falling to sleep, where it can take him two to three hours to even fall asleep and his body doesn’t actually conk out like he normally does.

At those points, I think G. would try to suffer through it rather than take sleeping aids. If it got really bad, he would rather use melatonin than an actual over the counter sleeping pill or a doctor prescribed one. He doesn’t want the risk of drowsiness or grogginess the next day because it could seriously impact his work.

[reborrowing]

a mouse in the basement, part 2/?

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(i'm estimating maybe 5 to 6ish parts? You know how it goes)

David gets a chance to speak, but there are no good conversation partners around. That doesn't stop him from trying. tagging - @whumpsday (dm/comment to be tagged please) word count: ~1500 contains: kidnapping / captivity, blood/injury, restraints, brief manhandling, fear. (everything here is nonsexual, if that's not obvious)

David didn’t know if the basement’s other occupant took advantage of the blanket or not. She wouldn’t come out of the corner while David was watching, so David had once again trudged back to the cot. At some point, he’d fallen asleep because now he woke up with someone throwing him to the floor.

Time for breakfast.

Also, lunch and dinner.

A plate of breakfast scramble was already waiting on the ground beside him, along with a spoon. It was better than what David had expected to be fed as a prisoner. Nothing special, some eggs and potato with a little seasoning, but it was leagues better than the stale bread and gruel in his previous, cartoonish idea of what a kidnapping entailed. But lest he lose track of his situation, there was a masked and muscle-bound goon that waited attentively the whole time David’s hands were untied.

As if David had any idea how to go about picking the lock around his ankle.

Really, what he really liked about breakfast was the chance to stretch out his aching arms and work out his jaw. He chatted at the masked man as soon as the tape came off. It was stupid stuff, mindless stuff, and his guest never answered, but he savored the daily reminder that his voice still worked. He could still talk. He wasn’t lost yet.

He was also convinced that there was a woman the size of a pill bottle hiding in the corner, but that was probably fine.

David wasn't actually sure if it would be better or worse if she was real. Better, because it would mean he wasn't losing his grip on reality. Worse, because it meant there was an injured, terrified woman running around the shadows. Worse, because he still didn't know where she had come from or what she was. If she had been somehow shrunk or if the same fate awaited him upstairs. If someone was looking for her, or what they’d do.

Actually, no, it would be worse if she were real.

He thought about asking the goon about her while his mouth was free. He'd never gotten an answer to anything before, but he'd never gotten in trouble for questions either. If she was from upstairs though, he might get her into trouble. He was still working out the risk when the doorbell upstairs rang. The masked man's eyes flickered towards the stairs. The bell rang again, again, again, with less time between each new ring.

"For the love of…it's 5 in the goddamn morning," the creep grumbled, snatching the cuffs off the worktable. “You. Hands.”

"I didn’t have time to finish,” David protested.

He hated when his mouth worked faster than his head. He automatically put his hands up and flinched as the big guy stomped towards him. The masked man’s hand dug into David’s forearm and whipped it behind his back. 

“I’ve been nice, don’t make this difficult.”

Nice was a stretch, but so far no one had gone out of their way to hurt him. Even his kidnapping had been a quiet affair, with a drugged drink and what David had assumed was his Uber home. He’d blacked out and woke up here in chains. 

“Sorry. I just--I don’t want to waste the food,” David said.

The first cuff clicked closed and the captor let go with a sigh. 

“You know what, fine. Compromise. I’ll tie them in front for now,” the masked man said. “But if you try anything, I’m coming back with a gun, I don’t care what you’re worth.” 

“Y-yeah. Of course. I just want to eat,” David said.

He held back the obvious line of questions—since when was he worth anything? Most nights he barely made minimum wage. Were they just after a body? Organs, maybe? Or maybe the girl really was an experiment and David was next. He shuddered as the masked man stomped back upstairs, slamming the door behind him.

“Uh, hey, little…um, miss? You still down here?” David called softly.

A few seconds passed and a pair of tiny eyes reflected back at him from that far corner. David smiled at her. He waved his bound hands head toward the plate, fingers splayed, to invite her forward.

“Sorry for scaring you so bad last night. If you come here, you can eat some of my breakfast. I was gonna tuck it up my sleeve to share later, but now you might as well just help yourself,” he said. 

The woman stepped into the light, anxiously tugging on her sleeves. David gave her a smile as he scooped up a few bites for himself. After a few tries, he gave up on the spoon entirely and let it clatter to the floor. She flinched back into the shadows and he paused, flicking the food in his hands towards her instead.

"Hey, it's okay," David said.

She limped forward, stopping well out of his reach and about a foot away from any food. She held a hand to her side, where her pale dress was shredded and stained red-brown.. Something had hurt her bad. Probably someone, all things considered.

“N-nába pen mómókitainomu pokyó yá? Ne bó kyách yá? Tik yá?”. 

“Right, you speak…that,” David said with a frown. “I can’t understand you, do you speak English? You did a little last night. Can you understand me?”

She backed away as soon as his smile disappeared.

“Pease don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

It was a learned phrase, David realized with a wave of sympathy. He didn’t want to know what had led her to pick that up over English greetings or introductions. Thinking about how injured she was, he didn’t really want to. 

Her eyes kept flicking towards the promised breakfast but her attention was fixed on David with suspicion. David took a breath and softened his expression again. 

“I won’t hurt you. It’s okay. It’s okay. Really,” David said gently.

“Tsokay?” she echoed.

David nodded, “Yeah. It’s okay, go ahead.”

“Kró óqou, yichísóts,” the mouse-woman murmured as she stepped forward.

In the light, she was less human than David had first thought. Her ears were large and expressive and a bandaged tail stuck out from between the layers of her dress. She moved with the same twitching suddenness as a mouse as she tore up scraps of egg and stuffed them into a roughly sewn shoulder bag. It seemed natural on her, though it was uncanny to watch on a humanoid frame.

She jumped and fled again as something crashed upstairs. The masked man and whoever was at the door were yelling at each other. The woman threw herself into the shadows under the cot like a startled cat.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s still just us down here. The stairs creak, you’ll know when he’s coming back. I’m not going to hurt you. You can come out,” David said.

She stared. The poor thing was shaking as she tried to hide behind the crooked leg of the cot. She looked past David towards the stairs and inhaled sharply. The yelling dulled and her shoulders fell slack.

“You know them? The guy upstairs? Did they do this to you? Did they hurt you?” David asked.

“I’m sorry, rúmisira wun. Iqichówóts wun chítisikú béqehyúmenki” she said. Her face curled into a frustrated scowl as she looked up at David. She made several wide-armed gestures as she spoke, none of which made sense without whatever context her words might have provided. “Pópapópamarus wátskou wun tón kuh…fwiyécá pó. I’m sorry. Tyáwou kyirówén.” 

David shook his head and went back to eating as they spoke more or less at each other. He really did want to finish his meal. It was all he’d get for the next twenty-four hours, after all.

“No, no, you don’t have to apologize. Uh, I mean, it’s okay. Really. I know you don’t have any idea what I’m saying. I was just…I don’t know, I like to think out loud and I want to know what’s going on and you’ve been out of the basement more recently than me. It’s okay.”

She tilted her head and David had to wonder how much she understood, if anything. She had to have at least encountered English, if she knew her two little phrases, sad as they were. 

“Do you…you have a name, right? I’m David. David” he said emphatically, gesturing to himself, then down to her. “You?”

There was a long pause. 

“Chón? You David?”

“Right. That’s me. David, yeah. Yes,” he smiled.

He raised his brows to suggest it was her turn. Her hands clutched at her bag again and she closed her eyes, looking like she was preparing to jump off a cliff. She nodded slowly, and took a step back into the light towards him.

“Kiwi. Chón sou bó Kiwi,” she whispered. 

“Kiwi? that’s cute. Good to meet you, Kiwi. Here’s hoping we can both find a way out of this.”

And for a brief second, she smiled back.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Seeking Comfort in Persuasion

Summary - Part 32 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends)

Series Masterlist | Masterlist 

He has his gun drawn as he opens the door cautiously. His body is tense. The second he sees you sitting there on his bed his face falls. He dumps his gun and keys on the table and uses the back of one of the chairs to steady himself as he calms down.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says stiffly.

“Your note said I should find a man that makes me happy, provides for me and protects me … I’m just doing what you asked.”

“I can’t protect you. I just keep putting you in danger.”

You stand up and walk over to the table where he’s standing. You put one hand on top of his. “Everything you do is to protect me. You came here, to a fancy beachfront hotel in Miami to protect me. You and I both know this isn’t your scene, and that’s exactly why you’re here. It’s the last place I would’ve looked.”

He pulls his hand away from yours and paces around the room, his hands running through his hair. “You know exactly why I’m here then. And exactly why we can’t be together.”

You know he’s not going to give in easily. You can see how hard he’s trying to resist you and push you away. “I know what the demons said and what they want.”

“And what? You’re willing to just hand them exactly what they want?”

“No. But I am willing to let you get a certain procedure.” 

He spins around and gives you a confused look. “You’re willing to give up your dream of a family for me? You know how that makes me look and feel?”

You walk over to him and take his hands in yours effectively stopping his pacing and fidgeting. “For us. I don’t need a baby to be happy, Dean. I want a family, I have that already with you and Sam. And if we eventually do get out and want a family of our own then there are other ways. Plenty of couples can’t have children.”

“I won’t raise a child in this life.”

“I know, so you get the snip or whatever and we look into adoption when and if we ever get out.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “You can handle a little pain, right? Condoms and pills aren’t safe enough. If we agree on this we need a more permanent solution and it’s your blood they want.”

He starts to nod and then tries to pull away again but you tighten your grip. “Y/N …”

“You asked me a question once, did you mean it?”

“I’ve asked you a lot of questions.”

You slowly let go of his hands and take a step back and strip out of the flannel to reveal your white dress. He instinctively checks you out and he can’t hide his appreciation of this look on you. You step forward again and take his hands back in yours. 

“Dean, my love, I know how well you know me. So, I know that you know that I’m a romantic at heart. Despite my ability to hunt and kill things, you know that when I come home at night all I want is someone to cuddle up to and talk to about it all. No other man is ever going to understand what I’ve seen, what I’ve done … no other man will ever be able to understand me the way you do. You’ve been through everything I have and more, you get it. You know the mark it leaves. But you also know how to make me feel better. Even without words you know how to make me feel loved and like everything is gonna be okay.”

“Baby…”

“Dean Winchester, you asked me once, so now I'm asking you. Did you mean it?”

A tear slips down his cheek so you reach up to wipe it away, but as you do he catches your hand and brings it up to his lips. “Sweetheart, I can’t.”

“Just answer the question. When you gave me this ring, did you mean it?”

“Of course, I meant it. But…”

You can tell his resolve is breaking and you start to feel a little guilty for pushing too hard, so you change your approach. “I love you. You’re it for me, Dean. But I won’t force you into this if it’s not what you want, it’s not fair. You trying to break off our engagement in a letter wasn’t right or fair, but two wrongs don’t make a right. So, if you truly don’t want this … me … us �� then I’ll respect that.” 

“You’ll never be safe as long as you’re with me. There’ll always be angels, demons and a whole array of other monsters trying to get to me and they’ll keep using you. I can never have children. How can you want this life? How can you want me?”

“You knew exactly what words to write. You know exactly the man I want. Someone I can depend on. There’s no one I depend on more than you.” You bring one of his hands to your waist as you hook yours around his neck. Even in the heels you have to get on your tip toes but you do as you bring your lips to his in a soft kiss. You feel his hand bunch the fabric of your dress in his fist as he pulls you closer deepening the kiss.

When he pulls back so you can both get air he takes the opportunity to make you take a step back and spin you around so he can fully admire your outfit. Then he pulls you back to his chest. “You’re absolutely stunning by the way.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Just that you’re beautiful. I know this isn’t exactly your look or your comfort zone, but I wish it was. I wish it could be. You know I think you look sexy in anything, and nothing at all, but this look is really something. All white too, this is all deliberate isn’t it? You’re serious? You still want to marry me?”

“I do.”

He closes his eyes as he presses his forehead to yours. You can tell he’s trying to be strong and find another reason or way to push you away. Knowing he’s so close to giving in, you stay quiet in his embrace hoping that he’ll give in. 

“But I can’t do this to you,” he says eventually.

“I know you think you’re putting me in danger, but what about everything else you do to and for me? The love, the protection, the comfort, the support, the pleasure,” you say winking at him as you say your last word.

He throws his head back sighing. “You’re not gonna take no for an answer, are you?”

“Not when you’re saying it for the wrong reasons. Not when you don’t really mean it and you’re trying to torture both of us.”

“It’s a terrible idea.”

“Maybe. But does this really feel that terrible to you?” You ask as you hug him tighter and lean up to kiss his chin. “I do get a say in my future, don’t I?”

“Like I can stop you. I wish I could, but trust me to fall for a powerful woman that knows what she wants and how to get it.”

“How much longer and harder are you gonna make me fight for what I want? My hair, makeup and mani-pedi are going to waste here. Will you agree to marry me already?” When he doesn’t reply you continue, “you know I’m not some damsel in distress. I’ve been looking out for myself for a long time before I met you and since. I love knowing someone else has my back always, but I don’t need you to protect me and choose my battles for me. I just need you to love me. Can you do that, baby?”

With tears running down his cheeks he nods. You reach up and wipe away his tears and kiss his lips again. 

“I’ll never stop protecting you. No matter how much of a badass you are,” he says through his tears.

“I can live with that. What d’you say we go get married?”

Much to his dismay, you pull away. You go to the bathroom and wet a cloth and bring it back to him. You gently dab it along his cheeks and under his eyes cleaning up his tears.

“Look at you, always looking after me. Don’t think I didn’t notice you cleaned this place up too.”

“Purely selfish, I plan to consummate our bond in a pizza-grease-free bed. Plus I couldn’t risk staining this dress before our wedding.”

He pulls you close and kisses you. “I imagine you’ve got some big plans planned then … if you’re sure there’s definitely no talking you out of it.”

“Just tell me you want this. I want this … you more than anything but I need to know you’re actually onboard, Dean. Please, tell me you -“

“That I want you? More than anything, Sweetheart. Especially in this dress. You know I love you more than anything. But you promise, no kids. I know you're too stubborn and will always get your way, it's one of the reasons I fell in love with you in the first place, but I can't bring a child into this life. I need to know you're okay with that."

You nod as you pull him in for another kiss. "You have my permission to get the snip. And I even bought condoms for tonight."

"You're so perfect. Let's get to the consummation part already. I'm so ready to be down with this chastity thing."

You peck his lips once more before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the door.

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[eluxcastar]

Who is it that looks back at you in the mirror?

── ୨୧：la signora, pantalone x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: you used to see yourself stare back at you when you looked in the mirror, but through a haze of fuzzy memories and the 'help' of the fair lady, something about your reflection looks...off.

୨୧﹑genre :: idk it's food eat it

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, implied yandere, mentions of drugging, possibly ooc, proofreading? we don't use that word in this house, bad writing and really ramble-ish tbh 😭

୨୧﹑words :: 1063

atp I'll do anything just to post so you know I'm not dead and so I can say I actually posted this year. I was going to write about Signora on her own, then about Pantalone on his own and then I remembered commedia dell'arte has them married or something and I was like "this" maybe I'll write something fluffy next time so I don't sit there for ages wondering wtf to words, I finished both posts tho so maybe they'll come next (Pantalone's came before nvm 💀)

the last people you expect to share a mutual interest are the fair lady Signora and the banker Pantalone, yet you are constantly fussed over, constantly spoiled, constantly dressed up, constantly treasured. you expect them to be rivals for your affection if they want to share you, and yet this agreement of theirs is mutually beneficial to the point they're perfectly content with sharing. the funding for Signora’s efforts in dressing you up are provided by Pantalone, allowing her the financial freedom to do anything and everything she wants to you, just so long as she turns around to flaunt the results to the banker like you're some kind of prize on auction.

it is not uncommon for Signora to fix your hair, somehow manage to find garments that compliment you even without you there, keep you at least looking happy like you're enjoying this kind of abstract torture. she gets unusually fussy when you don't eat well enough, probably the risk of you looking awkward in some outfits she picked out or maybe just you attempting to starve yourself to escape. she insists you look at it yourself to see, and in those clothes you could swear she just dressed you in, someone else stares back at you. 

every morning you're served a pill by the banker and get told to take it, regardless of the fact it makes you drowsy and weak in the knees. that's probably what make them give it to you, a concoction of drugs that keeps you just unaware enough it's hard to tell where you are or what you're doing, though you can walk and recognise things, you're kept feeling detached from yourself and just when the feeling wears off by the next morning, you're thrown back in. it feels as if a different person stares back at you in the mirror each time, someone lost and often confused, who smiles when they're told even when you thought you were resisting that. 

that person can't be you, can it?

it’s not a drastic difference, drearier than you remember. they look like you, you can tell that much. It’s just not you somehow. you used to think it was, but slowly it becomes less and less familiar. your body stops doing the things you want it to do and instead complies to the wants of those two. they want you and you go, Pantalone wants to treat you like an accessory and perch you in his lap then you sit, La Signora wants you to sit still and bear the discomfort of what she picks out and you do that. it's not a question, you just oblige.

you've never liked the way the hands of the banker touch you—like some possession that he owns—neither has Signora, you notice how she glares just a little when he has his hands all over you like a shiny ring of the finest Noctilucous Jade money can buy. still, neither of them have killed each other yet. you wonder how exactly, but maybe it's just the fact he's abusing your compliance to let him touch you. she certainly doesn't seem to mind as long as she gets to touch you too, still sitting in his lap and still the centrepiece meant for their enjoyment. 

something to be poked and prodded at and squeezed. didn't you join the Fatui to fight? when exactly was it that you lost your way and fell into the arms of these two?

at first you didn't mind, finding it to be harmless gestures, a touch that lasts too long or a stare you notice out of the corner of your eye. more than affection you'd call it merely an ‘interest’, the affection only started when one of them managed to get you working under them as a subordinate. you had to give it to her, Signora is good at getting things she really wants, apparently you were one of those things as she promptly moved you right ‘where you belong’—to her side, of course.

you didn't used to mind things that way until you began to notice that Pantalone loitered around her more and more, and you know he didn't used to do that because you caught him with so much free time before. all of the business coming out of the blue when Signora was in such a stagnant point in her work was suspicious to you. you wrote it off with his explanation of a reworking of the finances in her sector taking longer than expected. to someone who had very little involvement in her finances, it made a lot of sense. 

yes, somewhere between then and now, you tripped and fell into this neat little hole they made for you, a honey trap even. you're not sure when or how, all of that time has always been…a little fuzzier than you'd like.

when you looked in the mirror then, you saw your face looking back at you. now you see some lost little child who barely knows how to keep their head straight. for just a moment, in a rare hour on a lonely morning, you stare into that mirror and begin to see cracks of yourself shining through. have you always looked so tired? when did you get your hair to look like that? this person is still not you, but it sure does look a lot like you, a worn down version of you covered in a thick coat of idealisation to mask your weathering and slow spiral further and further into something you cannot identify.

in the very same morning you wonder if maybe you are still there to stare back at yourself in the mirror, that same pill lands in front of you with a cup of water. you recognise Pantalone’s hands, and you know that he can tell from the way you look at him and question his words that you're coming out of your haze. in response, he has to put you right back in. he claims he’s never going to force you, though you suspect that to be a lie. this life of luxury he provides you and the affection Signora gives to you will all go away if you don't take it, and in all aspects that's a good thing.

why exactly do you keep picking up that cup of water and downing that pill?

[ppatricia34me]

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸Cabin Fever 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

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Wanings, this story is for people 18 and older, may contain content others 

might find it upsetting such as kidnapping, drugs, Yandere, and Overprotective, also I do not condone the Behaviors displayed in this story. Just because I have written it with my name as the main character, dose not mean I would ever do this, this is Strictly for fun and not a Reflection of who I am as a person, with that out of the way enjoy.

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(Patricia Pov)

The Forest wasnt a typically place for a young women to live, Especially one that dreamed of that Cozy little housewife life, But I made it work, my Cozy little cabin was filled with embroidered little pillows in Soft pastel pinks and purples and yellows, White lace doilies lined the tables, the Couch had a floral pattern and on the wall was A large flat screen TV, After all I wasn't too much of an old fashioned girl, I even had a Laptop for my work, the Graphic designer at a dating Agency, But Despite working for a dating Agency I had no Husbend to come home to, no sweetheart to call my own.

But iam a Patient Women, and sooon I will In Snag a fly to my hunny covered web, after all the Park ranger station is just down the rode and those men are like family, so they understand that if my little fly Escapes his sweet web i worked so hard on, My little Worker bees will just bring him right back.

A loud ringing echoed through the room and I was soon brought out of my thoughts, I was qwick to pick it up.

“Hay Patricia, A couple of young man just stoped by, they were asking about Cabins, I sent them over to your neck of the woods, They look pretty strong, calls us if you need Any tranquilizer darts or pills or strong rope or metal chains!” the young mans cheerful voce spoke, I Let out a small squeal that the young man obviously heard has he chuckled in amusement.

“Thank you Sunny, I’ll Take you up on that offer Of supplies if one of your men would bring it over tomorrow!” i happy spoke, After a couple more exchanges I soon hung up the phone.

My body never Left the soft pink curtain window, Watching intensely for the men to Arrive, my eyes Lit up upon seeing them cross through at the clearing of thick trees in the distance, I feailt my heart skep a beat, the Boys at the station never mentioned Who these men were, but I knew Even from the distance that they were at that they were none other than steve rogers and bucky barnes, men Lost in an era they werent Meant for, men Straight from the '40s, Perfectly and practically in need of a sweet little housewife, It practically had to pinch myself to ensure it wasn't a dream or a free hallucination brought on by Cabin Fever, but it wasnt, the men were geting cloer by the moment, the sun was In its early stages of setting painting the sky in a very light orange, Soon the men crossed the threshold and I heard A loud and assertive knock.

I giggled as i Raced to the bottom of the stairs to let them in,I practically swung open the door, Once realizing what I've done I could feel my cheeks go bright red cuz I looked up at them.

“Oh um, are you Miss Patricia, Your alot younger then what we Expected, is it all right if we come in, we were told you have room for us!” I'm Steve Rogers spoke in a honey sweet voice.

“Its no trouble at all, i get it alot, there arnt alot of 22 year olds with my name!” I Awkwardly exclaimed, I feailt so nervous, these men could take me out with a Single pinky finger, there was no way that keeping them here was going to be easy.

I watched as they carefully took there shoes off and Proceeded up the stairs, I fallowed behind them, feeling very small Compared to them.

“You can put your bags in the large dark bule room, I hope you tow dont mind sharing the bed.” I said softy.

Buky whent in first and steve smiled softly at me. “Thank you miss, and we dont mind, also I apologize he's not much of a talker, hes been Through a lot.” Steve spoke, I nodded my head,I understood what he meant,it was all over the news, Steve rogers and Bucky barnes Fugitives of the law, Steve even had to Resign as Captain America.

“Would you like anything to eat?” I asked softy, he smiledbut shock his head no.

“It's ok miss, Bucky and I have already eaten.” he smiled,I smiled back. “Well if you need anything, my room next door.” I smiled, and he gave me a thumbs up, I soon turned on my heels and went to my room for the night.

[sexslip]

My husband made me fond of other's penis- 6

I saw the doctor's big penis when I went to his flat. He was sleeping and his penis was sticking out of his shorts. I liked the penis very much.

Previous part of the story: Trying to make place on the doctor's penis

After bathing, washing and cooking food at home, I took the pill given by Doctor Atul with water before 12 o'clock and took lunch for me and Doctor Atul and then left for the hospital.

Raj's food was given from the hospital itself.

I knew that Doctor Atul would not have returned from home till then.

Atul had taken a single bedroom apartment very close to the hospital.

I had his home address.

His flat was barely five minutes away on the way to the hospital.

I was so restless to meet Atul that the thought of Atul was dominating my mind throughout the journey.

I felt that I don't know what kind of magic Doctor Atul had cast on me that I was not able to think of anything else except him.

Last night I could not sleep properly as I was dreaming about Atul.

My condition was such that I was going crazy to go into his arms and love him right then.

And going into his arms and loving him clearly meant that he would fuck me.

What could not happen in the hospital, could happen at home.

I had never experienced such madness to get fucked by someone before.

Last night itself I had decided that whatever happens, however it happens, I have to get fucked by Atul as soon as possible.

I was very desperate to know what a handsome man like Doctor Atul would have a penis like.

Will his penis be long, thick or small?

Looking at his attractive well-built body, I was sure that like Atul, his penis should also be long, wide, full, hard and strong.

Will I be able to take it?

So many such thoughts were coming to my mind and disturbing me.

One thing was certain that whether the penis is small or big… I had to get fucked by Doctor Atul, I had no doubt about this.

There was a strange tingling sensation in my pussy and love juice was oozing out of it so much that not only my panties but even my Ghagra was getting wet.

On one hand, I was crazy to get fucked by the doctor and on the other hand, I had also promised Atul that I would settle his ruined home.

How can both these things happen together?

This thing was bothering me.

I prayed to God that he will find some way or the other.

When I was getting my name written in the register at the security gate of Doctor Atul's society. Then a woman who was coming from outside, seeing me entering Doctor Atul's flat, started asking about me, who am I, why do I want to go to Doctor Atul's house, how is he related to me etc.

When that woman went ahead of me, the guard told me that she was Doctor Atul's neighbor and a close friend of the doctor's wife.

On my further enquiry, I came to know that she was the same woman who had seduced the doctor's wife and had created trouble in Atul's married life.

Anyway, I entered the security gate and reached the doctor's floor.

As soon as I reached the doctor's door, I found that woman strolling there again.

I felt as if that woman was waiting for me to come.

She went to her flat in front, looking at me with a sharp look while making a face.

I knew that Doctor Atul must be sleeping at that time.

So I did not think it right to ring the bell.

I knocked lightly on the door. When there was no response from inside, I knocked again after a while.

When the door still did not open, I thoroughly searched the flower pot kept beside me, found the key, slowly opened the door and hid the key in the pot again.

Going inside, I saw that it was a flat with one bedroom, hall and kitchen.

Things were lying scattered here and there in the drawing room.

Two tea cups on the table in which the tea stains had also dried.

A half-filled bottle of water, two-three glasses, some books were lying scattered here and there.

Atul was not in the drawing room.

I heard the faint sound of his snoring coming from the bedroom.

The bedroom door was open.

I peeped inside and saw that the entire bedroom was also scattered like the drawing room.

All the stuff was scattered somewhere on the table and somewhere on the bed.

A laptop was open on the bed.

The laptop's extension cable was going here and there on the floor and reaching a plug.

Doctor Atul was fast asleep on the bed with his legs spread.

He was not wearing anything on top.

The black hair on Atul's muscular chest looked very handsome showing his manliness.

His fit muscular body, muscular chest muscles and muscular biceps were enough to distract any woman's mind.

A sheet was scattered below Atul's very thin waist covering his thighs.

He was wearing only a underwear and the sheet was covering only a small part of it.

The rest of the sheet was hanging below the bed.

Seeing Doctor Atul in that condition, I felt like sleeping with him, removing his underwear, holding his penis in my hands and then sucking it a lot.

But I had to control my madness.

The entire flat was in a bad condition.

I had a habit of keeping my house very tidy.

I remembered my husband Raj's words that I should make sure that Doctor does not get tired of sex in any way possible.

I should take care of Dr. Atul.

I believe that Goddess Lakshmi does not reside in a house which is not decorated properly.

The house should be decorated properly.

I immediately started to set the house right.

First I arranged all the things in their place in the drawing room one by one.

In no time I cleaned and decorated the drawing room and later the kitchen.

Finally I tiptoed to the bedroom and first put all the books scattered here and there in their place and then removed and cleaned some medical books scattered on the bed, a glass, a half-filled bottle and kept them decorated in the cupboard.

Doctor Atul must have fallen asleep while working on his laptop, half lying and half sitting on the bed.

The laptop was on the other side of Dr. Atul lying on the bed.

I had to remove it, close it and keep it on the side table.

I could not reach him standing outside the bed.

Then I climbed on the bed.

Standing half on my knees, I bent over Atul without touching him and started picking up the laptop lying open on his other side with one hand, when I lost my balance while holding the laptop high and fell on Atul with a thud.

Dr. Atul woke up startled by my falling on him.

Luckily, the laptop did not fall on the floor but fell on one corner of the bed.

The sheet placed on Dr. Atul slid from over him and fell down.

When the sheet cover was removed, I saw his thick, sturdy and long, erect penis protruding out from inside one of the legs of Dr. Atul's shorts, and I felt as if my life was about to end.

Due to the leg of the shorts being loose, when Dr. Atul must have lifted one of his legs in his sleep, his thick and long penis must have come out from the loose leg.

It could be that as men have a habit of taking their penis out of their shorts and fondling it, they fell asleep.

I was surprised to see that even in such a deep sleep, Atul's penis came out from his large testicles and looked somewhat erect, fair, long and thick.

Let alone my husband's, such a big penis can only be found in a porn video.

I had not seen such a fair and strong penis till then.

I was scared and confused as to what I should do!

On one hand, I was feeling so much love for Atul who was lying on the sofa in a deep sleep, half awake, looking very cute and innocent, that I felt like holding Atul in my arms at that very moment and requesting him to fuck me in such a way that I could never forget it.

On the other hand, seeing his huge, lovely white penis, I felt like loving Atul a lot and holding his lovely white penis in my hands and caressing it and putting it in my mouth and sucking it well.

But how could I do that?

On one hand, the itching of my pussy was forcing me to go ahead to get fucked and on the other hand, the bond of shame was stopping me.

But Atul's body and especially his huge lovely penis was not going away from my heart.

I was now badly trapped.

I looked towards Doctor Atul in panic.

Doctor Atul woke up from his deep sleep when I fell on him.

His eyes were half open and he was looking at me with blurred vision in surprise.

Maybe he had not yet fully woken up from his deep sleep.

I was stuck on Atul's body in such a way that my head was on one side of him and my legs on the other side and my stomach was in the middle over his stomach.

Seeing me lying on him at 90 degrees, Atul suddenly stretched his long strong arms and pulled me, turned me around and easily laid me on top of him, feet touching each other and face to face.

Holding me in his arms, he spoke as if he was drunk and trying to look into my eyes with a stammering tongue in his half sleep - How did you come out of a dream? Am I dreaming or is it true?

My face was right above Atul's face, my nose above Doctor Atul's nose and my lips above Doctor Atul's!

I don't know what came over Atul, he held my head in both his hands and pressed it on himself and pressed my lips tightly with his lips.

Parting my lips with his tongue, he inserted his tongue in my mouth.

With the brutality and intensity with which Doctor Atul started kissing me at that time, I felt that if he kept kissing me like that for a long time, I would automatically take off my clothes and beg Doctor Atul to fuck me.

This was a doomsday for me.

My husband had clearly indicated to me that if I got a chance, I should not show any hesitation in getting fucked by Doctor Atul and neither should I go to ask my husband's permission.

Today, God did something such that I did not have to do anything.

Atul pulled me from the front and took me in his arms and started kissing me passionately.

This clearly meant that he too had started loving me and wanted to enjoy me.

Atul was fucking my mouth with his tongue by repeatedly putting his tongue in and out of my mouth.

Atul was driving me crazy with his actions.

I too was failing to have any kind of control over myself. Rather I was helping Dr. Atul in fucking my mouth with his tongue with full readiness.

Sometimes I was sucking his tongue and the juice of his mouth, sometimes I was teasing him even more by sucking his tongue going in and out of my mouth and swallowing his saliva.

Atul was also licking my tongue and swallowing my saliva.

His passion was worth seeing.

So I was also kissing him with the same passion by sticking my lips to him due to excitement.

I was getting so excited by Atul.

While kissing him, I had to lie down on my knees to maintain my balance, for which I had to raise my sari and Ghaghra up to my thighs.

I was lying on top of Atul in that position, keeping his waist between my thighs.

Atul's naked penis started rubbing between my thighs as I moved here and there.

When Doctor Atul realized that his penis was trying to rub my pussy over the panty, he also got very excited and pressed my mouth harder with his mouth and started kissing me very eagerly.

I felt that it would not be long before Doctor Atul would strip me naked and start fucking me.

No one could stop me from getting fucked by him that afternoon.

Next part of the story: My husband made me fond of other penises- 7

[more-than-a-princess]

But there was a need to thank her, no matter how difficult it was to say the words. The Future Foundation was meant to acclimate them back into society after the conclusion of the simulation: their personal welfare was not at the forefront of their concerns, particularly when it was self-imposed harm to such welfare, even more when it was due to a broken heart and personal desires. It was even difficult to admit thanks in general for such a thing, particularly when she was in such a pathetic state. But it was necessary, something she felt compelled to do. Not like she'd ever have a clear conscience for the duration of her life, anyway: Sonia couldn't explain it, and she was too tired and in pain to try.

"But I need to-" She rasped, just as Mikan entered the room with several medications, a glass of water, and a relieved look that she was awake. A sentiment Sonia didn't share: while her friend assured Yaguchi that she was fine, checked the monitor and explained that Sonia's stay would be less than pleasant, Sonia only whimpered in response. Already her head was pounding, her stomach churning, and she desperately wanted to vomit before going back to sleep. Except there was nothing in her stomach to rid herself of, and the sleeping medicine she'd been given had worn off. The lights, the cloying smell of saltwater, concern that she didn't deserve: even the beeping of the vital signs monitor made her head throb and belly ache. She might as well have swallowed knives, something she was sure the taste of rum or vodka could rectify: it could help with it all, and leave her in a state of nothingness. Where she could feel nothing at all: not quite dead but close to it, where every thought and sense was dulled to a simple state of existence. Waiting for it all to have been just a dream, something that would never come.

Sonia heaved at both of their negative responses. It's like they wanted her to fucking suffer: did they have no idea how painful this was? How every sense was far too alive, how everything in the room and the island and her life was so goddamn intolerable? No matter how much she tried, there was nothing she could rid her body of in order to cope with the unbearable pain: she curled up into a fetal position instead, shutting out the people and the room and the light. All of it, into a darkness of her own making. She could blame Junko all she liked, but this...this was her fault. His desertion in the end, how nothing she said or did could open his heart again...her fault.

"Tea, then. Please." She uttered through gritted teeth. Maybe caffeine would be a temporary balm, though she was in no danger of caffeine withdrawal: just alcohol.

"A-after you take your medicine! You can have your tea and go back to resting," Mikan assured her, before easing Sonia into a sitting position and handing her the cup of pills with an annoyed grunt from the former Princess. But she helped her bring the glass of water to her lips before allowing her patient to settle back into her bed. "I think it might better if you make Sonia-san her tea and then get some rest too," She whispered to Shinobu, "She will be grumpy and irritable due to the pain and there's not much we can do besides give her medication and have her wait it out. I can call your room from here there's any changes to her health."

Sonia accepted the tea with little fanfare, choosing to drink it before pulling a blanket up and over her head to help block out the light. And with Mikan kindly turning off the lights in her room and closing the curtains, it left her in a preferable state of darkness and solitude. Enough that she was able to drift off to sleep until she heard the scraping of metal rings on the curtain rod, shoving them open before the blanket over her head was pulled aside with equal force. Tired blue eyes met a familiar pair of lapis blue eyes, hidden behind silver-rimmed frames and his usual state of disapproval. Wonderful, the last person on Jabberwock Island she needed to see, Gundam notwithstanding.

"Wake up," Byakuya Togami greeted her with an order. As he usually did, though it was often along the lines of 'sit down' and 'stop drinking from that flask when I'm talking to you.' "You missed our meeting this morning."

"There were some complications in reaching your office," She replied, a tiredness in her tone that couldn't entirely be attributed to the withdrawal and the stitches. "I stepped in glass."

"Which is your own fault," He pointed out. Usually their form of part-therapy session, part-future guidance counseling had a desk between them to keep them apart. So Togami could remind her precisely who was in charge of allowing her to stay as long as she'd had. And when she'd be dismissed from Jabberwock Island, to take her place on the Novoselic Throne and fulfill her promises to the Future Foundation and the World. And that patience, without the desk and without a willing Gundham Tanaka, was now wearing thin. "Does it not occur to you, Sonia Nevermind, that there are people here, people in Novoselic, people around the world who are depending on you to rectify the many mistakes you've made and provide some actual leadership?"

"Every day of my life," She grumbled, easing herself into a seated position. In her sleep, Mikan must have changed the bandages: they were tighter and stiffer than before. She rubbed at her tired eyes, hoping it would diminish the glare he shot her. It didn't.

"And yet you've chosen to turn your back on all of it, when they need you, in favor of waiting for Gundham Tanaka to wake up, decide he's hopelessly in love with you and sail off to Europe by your side," Byakuya huffed, not making an effort to hide his disgust. "And instead of realizing what a completely idiotic plan that is and preparing for your own departure, you act like an irresponsible child. Living in squalor and drinking in excess. It's almost as if you want the little respect you have, that your family name still brings, to be entirely lost so you can be a leech to everyone on this island. It isn't as if you contribute anything of use here-"

"Oh shut the FUCK up, you arrogant prick!" Sonia spat, without thinking and without any patience or sense of decorum left. Not while her head felt so heavy and hot, while she shivered beneath the blanket. Somehow she took a nap with medication and managed to feel worse in the end: she deserved it. "You do not have a goddamned clue what it is like to be responsible for a mass genocide, for destroying everything you ever loved in your life because you listened to one insane bitch who killed your best friend in front of you and promised to take the pain away! No, you only know what it is like to be loved, to be the fucking hero alongside Makoto Naegi and his bullshit hope for a future where we are wanted and accepted back into society! You and I know fucking well that will never happen where you want to send me!"

"And if you want to even begin making amends to the catastrophe you caused, you will do it and without complaint!" He seethed in return. "You are procrastinating, wallowing in your own self-imposed misery instead of being the Queen of Novoselic that you are. Waiting for Gundham Tanaka to give you his approval and companionship before deciding to help the very people whose lives you destroyed! You are pathetic, Sonia Nevermind, and I can't believe that once I saw us as equals. Maybe the only person at Hope's Peak Academy who was worth befriending back then."

"I appreciate the words of encouragement," She replied dully. Between her arrival at Hope's Peak years ago and the hospital bed she currently occupied, Sonia had learned something of the language of sarcasm. "Maybe it would be prudent to let my foot heal enough to put on proper shoes and then we may discuss my extradition home. Whether it is made of stone or sand, a prison is a prison regardless."

Outside, Mikan held Sonia's next dose of medication, shaking. She'd stood by Sonia's door, resisting the urge to clamp her hands over her ears: she didn't do well with yelling, and even after contacting Miss Kirigiri for assistance, she couldn't bring herself to enter Sonia's room alone. Even if it was time for her next dose of medication, Byakuya Togami was utterly frightening in Sonia Nevermind's company. He was imposing to begin with, but the former Ultimate Princess was perhaps the only Remnant of Despair in his charge who didn't agree to his every order. Instead, she had the power to challenge him, a title and wealth that he could respect, if only she fulfilled her directions without protest.

Sitting at Sonia's side, it had been a struggle to stay awake. They'd worked through the night, and now committed to being awake for her should she need them, there had been no time for sleep. Instead, Shinobu sat with her book, eyelids heavy, head occasionally drooping forward before she caught and straightened herself. If something happened, if Sonia awoke and Miss Tsumiki wasn't there, if something was amiss, if something was wrong, she might need help. She might need Shinobu. What a nice thing to be, needed.

But hours passed without Sonia stirring from her rest - something Shinobu knew was for the best, even if it made her continued presence there more and more useless as the clock ticked onward. When Miss Tsumiki inquired about the tea, Shinobu had simply drunk the cold beverage herself, hoping that a small shock of caffeine, even if not in her preferred form, would help keep her eyes open. For Miss Tsumiki, only a fresh, hot cup, with the additives prepared as she liked, would do. Between Miss Tsumiki and Shinobu herself, it was clear who deserved a cold cup prepared for someone else, and who deserved the care of a personally-prepared drink.

"Mm," Shinobu answered, a gentle nod that nearly turned into another lurch as the weight of exhaustion crashed against her neck and shoulders. She really was so tired, wasn't she? Of most things that could be called 'living,' and all that came with them. Anzu was yelling at her, as usual, so typical and expected as to not even warrant a response. At least her fractured cognition had captured her persistence well enough - they'd already made an agreement, but it was rather like Anzu to want more, to badger and twist and try and squeeze more blood from the stone that was their promise.

Not that Shinobu had any intent of accelerating the accepted timeline. For now, her focus needed to be with Sonia, and what came after that was for the future Shinobu Yaguchi to contend with. "There's really no need to thank me, Miss Nevermind." Personal feelings aside, was she not only doing her job? It would be difficult to say otherwise, so hopefully there would be no tedious conversations with certain other Future Foundation members. "I was worried about you, and once I saw the state you were in, there was no possible way that I could have left you alone."

Perhaps she would have said more, had Miss Tsumiki not made her appearance, and thus reminding Shinobu of the difference in their roles. "Good morning, Miss Tsumiki. I hope you're well this morning." Miss Tsumiki, and the other remnants, were Sonia's support and her care, while the Future Foundation administrators were the ones responsible, in the end, for her recovery and her reintegration back into society. Shinobu Yaguchi was just a helpful ghost setting its affairs in order so as to pass on with no regrets or unfinished business.

"Mm." Shinobu nodded first at Miss Tsumiki's suggestion that she could make Sonia another cup, and then at Sonia's lack of interest in anything in her stomach. "The offer stands, though, Miss Nevermind. If you change your mind, I'd be happy to make a cup of tea for you." I remember how you like it, and I won't make mistakes. I can be reliable for at least that much. For a moment, they thought about asking Sonia directly if she would like them to stay - for now, of course, and for the days to come, being in that they fully intended to stay at the hospital as much as their work allowed. But no, she decided, she'd simply come along and leave if asked.

As Miss Tsumiki explained how the days to come would work for Sonia, and how her recovery might proceed, Shinobu found herself fading - both into the background, as befitting her status, and towards sleep. Again, she lightly shook her head and patted her cheeks, forcing wakefulness upon herself. No resting, upon laurels or otherwise. "Mm, I agree with Miss Tsumiki." It was what she'd decided for herself already, after all, with how she'd managed her detox. A gradual lowering, or attempting to medicate with what had made her sick already, would only prolong the effects.

"I don't believe you should be drinking in your current state, Miss Nevermind." Even if the opportunities to step upon glass or destroy something were far fewer here, it was something Shinobu couldn't abide. "Miss Tsumiki has informed me that it might be quite difficult, as far as recoveries go, but more alcohol seems to me not to be the answer." They kept their tone of voice soft, not wanting to seem as though they were chastising her. "Of course, Miss Tsumiki will be here to assist you in any way she can, I'm sure, and I intend to stay for the duration, as well. If there's something else I can do for you, you need only ask."

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

Can I request something with Eddie munson where his SO has a heat stroke and faints? Poor boy just freaks out.

summer heat / eddie munson

one shot

cw: genderneutral!reader, passing out, pet names, fluff

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  “this yard work is not gonna do itself,” eddie says sassily towards you after you ask to take a break. you were already hot and sweaty with a headache but you knew eddie wouldn’t let you out of gardening again. you begged for the garden, so you had to take care of it.

  eddie fired up the weed eater and began getting the areas too close to the trailer that he couldn’t get with the mower. you got on your hands and knees and began pulling weeds from around your carrot plants as sweat quite literally dropped off of you. damn did you hate the heat. 

  your breathing was becoming more labored as you pulled more weeds and put them in your bucket. you sat back on your heels and wiped away some sweat from your face. you felt gross and would definitely need a shower after this. eddie had made his way around the trailer with the weed eater and was now gathering his spray that was meant to kill bugs. 

  you stood up so you could go grab your water bottle that was sitting on the steps but you stumbled. “eddie,” you called out, ears beginning to ring as your vision started to blur.

  “we’re not taking a break,” eddie laughed before turning to look at you. his smile fell when he saw how pale your face was and the fact that you were swaying. “babe, you okay?” he calls, sitting down the spray. your vision begins turning from blurry to black surrounding the edges. you put your hands out, but they weren’t going to help.

  your eyes rolled back into your head and you lost consciousness. eddie bolted towards you, catching your body right before you smacked against the ground. “baby?” he asked, shaking you slightly but you just laid limp in his arms. his eyes began to water in panic as he hooked his arm under your knees to hoist you up. “i’m sorry,” he mumbled to you, trying his best to support your head as he rushed you inside. he kicked the door shut behind him and ran you to the couch.

  his two fingers found your pulse, allowing him to calm down ever so slightly. his lip trembled as he made sure the fan was on high and he began grabbing frozen food from the freezer. “i’m sorry, baby. wake up, please,” he begged, placing a frozen bag of mixed vegetables on your chest. a couple tears fell from his eyes as he used ice packs and frozen fruits and vegetables to cover your chest, wrists, and thighs. he sat on his knees, stroking your hair as he called out to you.

  you finally let out a groan, your head rolling from side to side. “hey, y/n, hi hunny,” he said softly, stroking your face delicately. you hummed in response to his touch. “we’re inside now, i’m sorry, hunny,” he said, wanting you to open your eyes.

  you felt the coolness on your body bringing you back to the present. eddie’s comforting touch making you feel better. your eyes barely open, finding your boyfriends glossy eyes staring back at you. “hi, beautiful. you know where you are?” he asks.

  “home,” you mumble, closing your eyes again as you feel the pressure in your head. eddie nods, continuing to stroke your cheek. 

  “how do you feel? what can i get you?” he asks.

  you open your eyes again and give him a look. “advil, and a lot of water,” you say. eddie nods dutifully and gets you both things in a record time. he helps you hold up your head so you can drink and take the pills while nervously watching you.

  he purses his lips as slowly a bit of color starts coming back to your cheeks. “i’m sorry for making you stay outside, baby,” he apologizes, voice cracking. he felt horrible. like… worst boyfriend award level horrible. you shake your head no and go to say something. “it’s not okay, i shouldn’t have made you stay outside,” he interrupts, knowing you were gonna dismiss it.

  “no, it’s really okay,” you say with a nod.

  eddie shakes his head no as more tears fall. “no, because it’s hot as fuck outside and you told me you were overheating. i still made you keep going though and because of that you got hurt,” he blabbers.

  “eddie, stop it. if i thought it was this bad i would’ve come in anyway,” you say.

  eddie pouts. “but you could’ve gotten really hurt,” he says sheepishly. 

  you take your hand out from under some peas and take ahold of his. “no, you can’t get rid of me that easily. now, can you help me sit up?” you joke. eddie does just that, taking much more time than necessary to nurse you back to health.

[bluetooththereptile]

A heart's guardian

Guardian angel Jotaro x fem reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: this is a gift from me to my dear friend @helpimhyperfixating. Check out their blog they've got so many interesting fics for our Jotaro boy!

Tw: mentions of depression and suicide

Never in your life, you had thought that you'd be fascinated by the darkness outside. As you adjusted your place on your couch you ignored the hissing sound of the gas that was pouring into your living room, trying to cope with the nauseous feeling the gas's horrible smell brought to you. Sun had just set and the sky lost its red color, forming into an empty abyss, just like your heart.

It was just in the morning when you found out about your partner cheating on you. It was heartbreaking, the one that you had thought of making a future with had been spending their time elsewhere with someone else, while you were working countless hours to make money, so you could afford a decent wedding. In the morning a piece of your heart broke, but there was more to come. Before noon you received a call about the fall of your stake's price, meaning that all of your savings meant nothing now, the horrible news floated into your mind as more and more things went wrong, from your loss of fortune to your car's accident and your sibling's illness getting far worse, your heart could cope with such things to a specific extent and after that, you'd lose it....and that was what you were doing now.

You were neutral to the concept of life, sometimes you'd appreciate your chance of being on earth and sometimes you loathed to think that you were forced into living such a life, but in the end, you haven't thought of taking your own life before, until today. The lights were off but you could see the numbers on the grandpa clock in the room, it was just past 8 pm, which meant there was time for you to rest and take in the gas. Your parents wouldn't call you until it was 10 pm, and everything would've ended by the time they were going to call.

You didn't know how you decided on suffocating yourself, but by the time you gained your senses back, you already had taken three sleeping pills and had sealed up all of the doors of the living room and the kitchen, you had pushed Jojo out of the room. And now here you were, laying on your couch with the set of rings you had bought for you and your partner, as you looked out of the window, your body getting heavier each minute passing. You knew when you closed your eyes, that you wouldn't wake up again.

Your eyelids were going to close and let you lose yourself in the darkness when you heard the distressed noise of a cat. A pair of gleaming eyes that stared at you appeared behind the window. You knew who they belonged to. Your giant British short hair cat had found a way out and now was pawing at the window of the living room while meowing in distress, as if it knew what his owner was doing. Jojo was the only light in your life, that was why you had left a note for your parents to let them know that your last request you'd be having from them is that they take care of him. Your grandmother had snuck the cat when he was just a curious kitten into your room years ago, telling you that he was a special gift from someone that loved you dearly.

You had thought that person was your grandmother, but when years later, you thanked her for giving Jojo to you she just simply smiled "You should thank someone else for him!" Who? You never found out, you lost your grandmother just days after, and the bizarre cat's origins remained unknown to you. Jojo was indeed a bizarre cat, he acted like he could understand what you meant. He was quiet most of the time and liked to sleep next to your feet or on your nightstand, but he refused to be hugged or touched affectionately. He ate his food and was quite eager to have his meals but didn't like treats, he rarely left your side but he never gained weight or need sleep which was strange for a lazy cat like him. He just stared at you with his big blue eyes, its fluffy paws killing off your depression whenever you hugged him.

But this time even he couldn't save you from your severe depression. You groaned and turned away from the window, trying to ignore Jojo's loud meowing. You let out a deep sigh, hugging the ring box tighter as you closed your eyes. Everything will end, you thought to yourself, your pain will be gone. With those thoughts, you gave into the urge to sleep and fell into the darkness.

Some time passed, it seemed like hours already, you thought you were floating in the air, so death looked like this? You thought to yourself, but suddenly a sharp pain on your cheek made you open your eyes wide and find yourself in a place that seemed like a forest where everything in it had turned grey. You were laying on the ground covered by dry leaves, someone's hand holding you by the collar of your clothes. Your mind was alert as if you just hadn't taken pills or were not nauseous because of the gas, that was why you noticed the large hand that held a tight grip on you.

Looking up, you found yourself being glared at by a tall man, and his beauty stunned you. The winged man was fair, with sharp cheeks and strong jaws, his broad shoulders covered by a blue robe, his intense glare aiming at you. "How could you?" He hissed, his deep voice echoing in your mind. "How could you do that?" He asked the question as he raised his free hand to slap you, making you flinch. But his hand didn't hit you, he threw you down so you could lay on the floor as he let out a strangled sob, walking away from you as he talked, his voice hurt and filled with pain.

"After all of those years of protecting you, this is my reward? I have to watch you die and ignore me while I can't do anything to help you?" He said, large bids of tears falling onto his cheeks, wetting his fair features. You were confused as you looked around, it seemed you were in an unknown place which seemed to be a forest, but nothing moved and there was utter silence beside the angel who was sobbing loudly. You opened your mouth to talk but suddenly your jaws were shut close as the angel shouted "You won't talk this time!" So you were forced to listen as so many questions filled your mind.

"From the very first day of your life I looked after you in many different forms, I watched as many of my siblings die of grief, knowing that they couldn't help their assigned humans, but I was determined to keep you safe, so I could vanish with a smile on my face, telling myself I did my duty right. But you! You! You didn't let me! You with your stupid expectations and poor taste in people! I watched you melt down just because of the influence others had on you...and now...you've ended your life...such a selfish human you are!" He spoke as he walked.

Your mind tried to process what he was talking about, clearly, he was an angel, and the way he spoke meant that he was actually a guardian angel. Your guardian angel. Were you hallucinating or something? "No matter how many times I slay demons and fend off bad spirits you always find a way to be depressed! "Oh, no one loves me!" "Oh, they left me behind!" "Oh, what to do I lost a pair of filthy papers!" He nagged as he mimicked your voice, walking from side to side as you looked up at him, your body too heavy for you to move.

"Then what am I here?" He yelled, making you flinch again. "What am I here? Just a Nany you won't even think of? All those years of sacrifice, all those times that I pulled you out of accidents was nothing? Didn't you think I loved you? Didn't you think there was someone that loved you out there? How many times have I had to beg you to not choose the false thing and you choose the false way? Am I not worthy of your attention?" Your grandmother had told you stories of your inner voice being an angel guiding you to the right way when you were younger, could it be that your old memories were taking form inside your dying mind? You had heard a human's mind could pause the time and make it seem like a long time before it died. What you were watching couldn't be real, right?

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" The angel shouted, bringing your attention to him once more. "I haven't risked my position as a guardian by pulling your soul out of the abyss of the dying humans for you to just stare blankly at anything but me!" He said, marching to you. "I didn't take the form of an animal and spent years counting insects and watched you ruin your life for you to ignore me like this!" He knelt, his voice losing its sharpness as he held your face when he touched you; his anger subsided as he looked into your eyes, and with saying "You beautiful fool!"   started to cry again.

"Why you do this to me Y/N...haven't you heard so many times that there's someone out there that loves you without even wanting something in return? Haven't you thought how precious you are? I curse all of your thoughts degrading yourself! I watched you grow and saw how you learned to walk and talk, I guarded you through the worst times of your life, and you...you kill yourself...doing the worst thing you could ever do!" He said as his hand caressed your face, his sadness making your non-existing heart clench. It seemed oh so real!

"Thankfully I had the chance to bring your neighbors who could help you...let's just hope you wouldn't end up with something you'd regret for the rest of your life..." he whispered in your ear as he held you closer, his warmth making you close your eyes as he lost his anger, holding you closer. "I know it's a guilty pleasure of mine by letting you know about my existence, but I couldn't help myself, all of that frustration had to be let loose or I'd lose my mind..." he continued to talk as you felt bliss just being held by him.

You didn't know how much time passed, but the angel held you close to him, not letting you go. "Jotaro!" A great voice echoed in the forest, making the leaves move as if the wind had started blowing. The angel held you closer, clawing at you. "Let the mortal go Jotaro...they need to go back!" Jotrao, your guardian angel, muttered a no as his grip on you tightened. "I won't tell others about what you did, because I understand...but you have to let them go...they can't stay here any longer...their mortal vessel demands its soul!" You felt another person's presence but you couldn't see anything due to the bright light illuminating behind Jotaro, so you buried your head in his chest as you listened.

"I...I don't want to!" Jotaro said, hearing his sad voice making you sad as well, he desperately pleaded to have you with him for some more time, never in your life, did you think someone would act like that to just have you beside them. The other person refused his plea, reminding him that you had to leave. Jotaro's head leaned down to press a soft kiss on your temple before he put you down covering your eyes. Whispering in your war before pushing you down into the darkness "Whenever you need me...I'll be there..."

This time your body quickly felt heavy as you felt like you were going to suffocate. Your eyes opened once more and this time your blur vision took in the nurses that tried to calm you down while putting an oxygen mask on your face to help you breathe, your ears ringing because of the constant loud beeping of the monitors that checked your vitals. You were on earth once more, you were saved! But how? Two days passed and by some miracle, you had recovered faster than you normally would, though you wouldn't get away from your family and friends' harsh scolding, reminding you that there were people out there that cared for you.

"Where's Jojo?" You asked your mother as she tried to feed you one more spoon of your food while you had told her that you were full already. She sighed "Good thing that you reminded me, I was forgetting the big fella!" and pushed the last spoon into your mouth as you groaned before she stood up and left your room, only to come back with Jojo in her arms, the heavy cat's weight making her huff as she put him down on your lap. The cat was quick to purr and rub its head on your belly as you scratched his back. "How's my little hero?" You cooed at Jojo, remembering your mother telling you that if it was not for his loud noises your neighbors wouldn't have found and rescued you.

As you scratched his head you noticed the collar around his neck, Jojo didn't like collars, but he had one on now and he seemed he didn't mind it. You looked at the silver medal on the collar, your mother noticing your curiosity "Oh I found this one in granny's stuff... this one was for your kitten but she had forgotten to give it to you! I put it on the fella and he seemed to like it!" "Jotaro..." you read the name on the collar loudly, and the cat let out a meow as he looked at you as if he knew you had called for him. "J-jotaro?" Your voice broke as the memory of the time you were unconscious hit you hard, making you tear up as you called the cat over and over by his name as he rubbed his head to your palms, you cried, knowing well who was inside that cat's body.

As people say...there's always a person out there who loves you, so take care of yourselves.

[lokisprettygirl]

His baby - Part 2 (loki x reader)

Read the first part here

Summary : after realising what he has done loki tries to fix everything between him and reader, but will you forgive him ?

Thanks for liking the first part, means alot to me. And english isn't my first language so I apologise for grammatical mistakes

Taglist : @spacedaddydinn @serebrum @wolfish-trickster

After the mission was over, loki, thor, Steve, Tony and Clint walked back to the Quinjet. Thor could see how loki was distracted throughout the mission and even got hurt because of that. He knew how much y/n meant to him, he was different ever since he met you. He was kinder and after a long time he was genuinely happy, losing you would drive him into aloofness again.

"Look brother whatever happened, just talk to her okay? She loves you and she wouldn't give up on you this easily so just" thor got interrupted by loki "I told her that she was sleeping with someone else and that she was nothing but a weak mortal, oh and then I walked out" loki yelled. Steve and Tony turned around and looked at him in shock. Well not really, they were used to him yelling but never about you..he always had only good things to say about you.

"You're the biggest oaf I have ever had the pleasure of knowing" thor said angrily and loki looked down, he felt bad enough already but he deserved that. He hurt you when you needed him the most and the guilt was eating him up alive.

"Look reindeer games I freaked out too when pep told me she was pregnant" Tony said "hey, I didn't say that she was pregnant, can of tin " loki replied "you didn't, pep did" he replied "she told virginia before she told me?" Loki was surprised you didn't come to him first "yeah it's not like you would have reacted badly or anything" loki was used to snarky comments from Tony and others but this time he really did deserve it, everytime he felt bad about others joking about him you would be there to calm him down and make him feel better but you won't be anymore "Look after I calmed down a little bit I went back to pepper, dropped on my knees and begged for forgiveness. I also realised that my reaction had nothing to do with the baby, it was about me being a crappy father and I have a feeling you're going through the same thing, so go talk to her and she will understand" he turned around after he finished his speech

"Thank you tinman, I appreciate you looking out for me" loki replied and thought about how he was going to convince you that he wants to be there for you, and his baby.

After loki left, you felt so exhausted you took a nap. You wake up as you hear your phone ringing, it was pepper telling you that you had to go see the gyno in half n hour. You got ready and went to see the doctor. You couldn't stop thinking about loki, did he just leave like you meant nothing to him, all that just because you were pregnant? He wouldn't do that right, he loved you didn't he. After you reached the hospital, they ordered you to get your blood test done to ensure that you were pregnant. You were waiting for the result in the doctor's cabin and after few minutes she came back with it.

"Hi y/n , how are you feeling right now?" She asked you "I'm feeling okay thank you" you replied. "Okay I have your report here and you're definitely not pregnant" she said and you felt a sense of relief wash over you "but I missed my periods and I have been feeling sick " you asked her as you just wanted to know what it was "your hormones are a mess, your body is producing alot of estrogen and that's why it resulted in you having pregnancy like symptoms..did you change your routine recently? Started to excercise heavily or something?" She asked and you realised how you were working really hard with nat these days. You told her and she wrote some pills for you to take and you left to go back to tower.

On your way back you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that you were not pregnant, as relieved as you were a part of you really wanted his baby. You wanted to be the mother of his child, but what's the point when he wouldn't want to have kids with you. When you reached the tower you went straight to your room. You heard the shower running so you figured loki came back. As upset as you were he deserved to know, he'll probably be relieved but will your relationship go back to how it used to be , after what he said ,is this how he actually felt about you? Loki came out soon after and he saw you fixing the bed "where were you, I was looking for you, called you on your rectangular device " his voice was soft and you turned around to look at him.

" I went to see the doctor" you said casually you didn't want him to see how hurt you were. He went to the closet and put his clothes on. Your eyes raked over his body and you felt your face heating up. This was no time to thirst over the man who left you. He had some bruises on his back, your heart did hurt for him. Normally you would patch him up and then he would fuck you into oblivion after such missions. "Loki I'm .." he cut you off as you started to speak and you saw tears in his eyes as he turned around. He walked towards you but he didn't look at you, he was ashamed of how he treated you. He was supposed to be the person who would be there for you when you needed him but he failed you.

"Y/N I don't deserve your presence in my futile existence, I never did..I never was worthy of you. Honestly you would be better off without this monster in your life and after what I said and did today, I wouldn't expect you to just forgive me. I deserve to be left alone but all I wanted to tell you was the truth. I don't think you're fragile or weak or unfaithful..infact far from it. You're the strongest person I have ever met and your love for me is what keeps me sane everyday. I said the first thing that came to my mind. I wasn't trying to hurt you my princess, when you told me that you were pregnant the first thought I had was how bad of a father I'm going to be for our child. I don't know anything about what it's like to be a good father, my own father left me to die and my adoptive one always ridiculed me for being lesser than thor. I am so scared of this but if you'll give me one last chance, Ill stick around and I'll be here for you and I'll try to do my absolute best, I would learn to be good and better for you, our baby, so please just forgive me"

A tear escaped from his eyes as he stopped talking. You knew he wouldn't just leave you, you also knew that he was left disappointed by both of his fathers, they were supposed to protect him but both of them failed him in different ways. There was a huge hole in his heart and you may ever not be able to fill it completely but you made it better for him. You made everything better for him. You couldn't see him ridiculing himself like that , it took you long enough to get him out of that headspace and you won't let him fall again, you won't leave him when he felt this way. You stepped forward and closed the distance between you two, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him in for a hug

"Loki, baby, you're so silly. Why didn't you just talk to me about it? Hmm? You know I'll never judge you and I'll never look down upon you. So why won't you just share how you feel instead of self sabotaging your own happiness? I'm hurt loki , I'm hurt about what you said and I'm hurt that even for a second you had such thoughts about me in your head. But I won't leave and I won't let go. I never would as long as you feel the same. And you're not a monster loki, you never were and I hate it when you call yourself that. I never want to hear that again okay? " He put his head between your neck and shoulder and you heard him sniffling.

"I'm so very sorry princess, I don't ever want to lose you, and I don't ever want you to leave. I love you so much and I feel awful about the words I used for you and I'll do my best to provide for our child. I'll keep it safe and loved and be the father that I always wished I had" he mumbled to you. "I know love, I'm still mad but I'll forgive you" you smiled "you will be the best father and I believe in you , I just need you to believe in yourself a little okay ?" You tell him and he nods

"Btw I'm not really pregnant, I thought I was but it's just my hormones acting up" you tell him and he put his head up to look at you "oh" he exhaled, he was relieved and disappointed at the same time , just like you. He kind of thought about the baby and what he would name him if it was a boy or her if it was a girl "are you okay princess? Do you hurt physically?" He asked , worry laced his words. "No I'm okay, just need to take some medicines and I'll be fine" you tell him and softly kiss him on the lips. He held your cheeks with his hands and deepened the kiss. He almost lost you today and all he wanted to do was make you feel loved and wanted you to forget about the things he said.

"You're not pregnant" he whispered as he kissed the side of your mouth and went to your neck "yet, but I just need you to know that there is no one else I would rather want as the mother of my child, it will always be you princess. I'll be ready when you'll be" his words made you smile. Everything was okay, he was here and he was yours.

"It has been a weird day loki, also don't you think you should wife me up first?" You smirk and he goes quiet "I'm just joking..relax" you laugh and it makes him do that hearty breathy laugh he always does "I need to go shower and then we can eat please? , I'm starving, I love you and I'm so happy you came to your senses" you peck him on the lips and go to the bathroom. He couldn't stop thinking about what you said, he wanted to be your husband, he wanted to be your everything. He couldn't stop thinking about you as his wife , his queen. But for now the fact that you were willing to forgive him was enough for him. You were enough for him and he didn't need anything else.

The end