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scribblesofagoonerr · 10 months ago

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All that I ask is that you stay with me | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, A - All that I ask is that you stay with me

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

This is some angst that I thought to write because, well, life's been hard recently and I need a creative outlet to get my emotions out on paper and well, this is the result.

It might not be great and it's not been proof-read at all, so uh, yeah... Let me know what you all think but please be kind :)

And if any of you have any ideas of things to write, I'm open to write anything, within reason of course. My asks are open so feel free to drop anything in there :)

The battle with your inner demons are hard. You sometimes wonder if it's better to leave the world, making the decision without the realisation of how loved you are by the team of girls around you.

TW: heavy angst, SH, MH and talks of suicide and death.

"Y/N are you in there? Hurry up, we're about to start the film" The loud voice of Katie shouts aloud from the other side of the closed bathroom door to alert you of your attention.

You were joined by the girls in a classic team bonding night, a good ol' fashioned film to watch with some sugary treats, curtousy of it being a cheat day.

You are always so excited to spend time with the older girls, you all looked up with some much respect, being a part of the team for a while, you'd grown to love the girls like your own family.

Despite how well you fitted in at the club and how amazing you played football, there would always be people to put you down.

And in this case, it was in the forms of social media.

The internet could be a cruel place sometimes.

"Ye... Yeah, alright. J... Just a minute, I'll be right out" You shakily reply as you held the blade out in front of you while it stared back at you, almost like it was almost taunting you to use it.

Old habits are easy to break, you should have knew that.

It wasn't long before you were slumped on the bathroom floor as you watched the crimson liquid trickle down your arms. It felt like a rush of instant relief to the pain that you currently indured.

One small cut to take away the pain, you thought it would be okay.

Two cuts, you just wanted to chase the rush of the first.

Three, four and five, you realise you may have messed up.

You were doing so well, you had been on the right path to get help. that was needed. You had been clean for a numerous amount of days and just in that instant, the snap of a finger and all of that progress, had just been so easy to unwravle again.

You found it so easy to take a hold of the blade in your hand, press it against your wrist and pierce the skin.

It was a feeling of euphoria that you hadn't felt in a while, it was something that was needed.

The cuts were deep, too deep that even with added pressure, they wouldn't stop bleeding.

"Is this the end now?" You had to question yourself as your eyelids felt heavy, you were so tired and you didn't have it in you to fight anymore.

Was it really that easy to leave a world full of heartache and pain?

Maybe so,

At least you had thought that as you hear the sudden loud bang of the bathroom flying open and clashing against the wall.

"Y/N!" It was Leah's shrill voice that screams out in a panic, her eyes widened in fear as she stares at you. "Y/N, can you hear me?!" she questions with a a quiver in her tone.

"L... Le" You slur her name as you look at the blonde as you can feel yourself slipping into a state of unconciousness.

"Stay awake, Y/N. You have too-- Girls, help!" Leah continues to shout aloud for any of the girls to hear. " You hear me, Y/N? You have to stay awake" she pleads as her tears threaten to spill.

"S' okay, Le. L... Let me go. It's time" You tell her quietly as your eyes flutter between being open and shut.

"No, Y/N. You can't give up... You can't" Leah cries openly, the tears at bay have now escaped. "Stay with me, Y/N. Stay with me, please" she adds, her voice becomes louder as hot tears roll down her cheeks.

The rest of the girls all heard Leah's panicked voice and dart in the direction of the bathroom, each of them gasping in shock to find you slumped on the floor.

"Shit-- Y/N" Beths' eyes widen in fear and panic as she takes in the scene in front of her.

"What happened?" Viv questions, alarmed by the sight.

"S... She's hurt herself" Leahs' panicked voice speaks aloud while she's crouched down on the floor and pressing a towel against your wrists to try and soak up the blood. "I... I can't get the bleeding to stop" she tells them.

"Somebody call an ambulance, quick" Katie states as she joins Leah's side to kneel down and try to help in way that she can.

Her usual joking manner has suddenly turned into fearful and that's when the girls all knew this was serious.

"I'm on it" Jen agrees as fishes her phone out of her pocket, dialing 999 and waiting for an answer on the other side. "I need an ambulance, as soon as possible. It's urgent! My team mates' hurt herself and is in and out of unconciousness" the scots' woman speaks aloud,

"Stay with me, Y/N. Stay with me, keep your eyes open please" Leah pleads as she continues to hold the now blood-soaked towl against your skin, her own tears freely spilling down her cheeks as you daze in and out of sleep.

"W... Why would she do this to herself" Steph questions concerned as she glances at you, heartbroken it had come to this.

"I don't know, she was... she was doing better" Lia spoke out, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried to keep her own emotions in check.

"At least, we thought she was" Beth mumbles as she struggles to take her eyes off your unconcious body.

"She'll be okay, she has to be" Caitlin adds in with vulnerability in her voice that wasn't usually shown to anyone, other than you.

You were the baby of the team, all of the girls were overprotective of you ever since you joined. It wasn't a secret that you had them all virtually wrapped around your pinky finger.

All the girls knew it was hard for you, you had a lot of expectation to live up to and knew that eventually, the pressure would be too much for you and you would break.

They were all there the last time, they saw the good, the bad and the damn right ugly and vowed to not let it happen again.

But, old habits are easy to break, right?

"Ambulance is on it's way. It won't be long" Jen tells the girls.

"I'm going with her" Leah was quick to say. A tone in her voice which the rest of the girls knew to not object against.

You were close with the girls but compared to them, Leah was pretty much your second-mum, older sister figure all rolled into one and she was the one that you always came to when it got tough.

Why didn't you just speak to her? Then maybe things could be different.

"We'll follow you to the hospital" Kim replies to the blonde and the rest of the girls all nod in agreement, they would always be there for you at a time when you most needed it.

They were your family, and family never turned their back on another.

#arsenal x reader #woso x reader #arsenal women x reader #leah williamson #woso #woso imagine #woso fanfics #heavy angst #leah williamson x reader #arsenal wfc x reader

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belles-non-wallpapering-content · 1 month ago

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Meeting the family E.S x FEM! reader

Overture-You're worried about meeting Egon's parents, and he's really trying his best to comfort you about it.

CWs- Brief mention of non-sexual changing in front of someone, Egon doesn't really know what to say to make things better, reader wears dresses, and is kind of implied sunshine reader.

A/N-This is day 8 (Don't look at the calendar, look at me) of my October Writing thing. If you'd like to read the other things on here-- October Masterlist has anything, and I'll update it as I go.

“Do you think they’ll like me?”

Tonight you were finally meeting Egon’s parents and you were freaking out just a little bit. You had every outfit that would even remotely work spread around your room while you tried to decide on what to wear tonight, while Egon sat at the foot of your bed, letting you try on as many outfits as you wanted, telling you how nice you looked in every single one.

“I don’t know how to answer that question. Would you like me to be honest or supportive?” Egon struggled to know what to say sometimes, but that was anything but reassuring.

“That just might be the worst thing you could’ve possibly said.” You buried your head in his chest, legs now on either side of his lap.

“I like you. Does that count for something?” That got your face out of his chest, but he was still missing the smile you usually had when you were together.

“Well I should hope you like me. But I want your parents to like me too, and I don’t know how to make that happen.” He couldn’t stand to see the pout on your face, you really were worried about tonight.

“I’m sure tonight will go perfectly fine, and no matter what my parents decide, I love you, and nothing is going to change that.”

“Ok, but honestly, do you think they’ll like me?” You put your arms around his neck, and Egon couldn’t look away from you.

“You’re very– happy, and honestly I don’t know how my parents will respond to that. They don’t have a lot of experience with cheer.” He was trying to be reassuring while still respecting your wish for honesty, but your face fell again.

“Oh yeah, I remember the slinky story. Do you think I should tone it down?” You wouldn’t mind toning it down for his family, you just needed to know.

“No. I think you’re quite literally perfect, and I wouldn’t want you to be anyone other than yourself.” He was entirely serious, and even a little stern with you, making sure you knew he didn’t want you to change any aspect of yourself. Especially not to appease his family.

“Can you help me pick an outfit then?” That he could do. You got off his lap and he stood up, looking around the room again, at the options laid out. He fought the urge to pick his favorite outfit of yours, a slightly short, dark red dress that you did like, but he wanted you to be entirely comfortable.

“I like this one. It fits you very well, and it’s comfortable for you.” He chose your favorite dress, and you knew he only chose it because it was your favorite.

He just wanted you to continue being happy, and he was hopeful his parents would heed his warnings to be nothing but nice and supportive towards you. He spent twenty minutes on the phone with them that afternoon, stressing over and over again how there would be no place for critique this evening. But now he could only put his hands on your arms as he stood behind you in the mirror, kiss your shoulder, and try his best to calm you down before you got there.

#egon spengler #egon spengler fluff #egon spengler x reader #ghostbusters egon #ghostbusters fanfiction

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captainsophiestark · 1 month ago

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Vigilante Book Club Part 3

Jason Todd x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 - Masterlist - Join My Taglist!

Written for Fictober, and for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: DC

Day Four Prompt: "No, we're not doing that."

Summary: Jason and his new SO have their official first date.

Word Count: 2,216

Category: Fluff

A/N: Shoutout to @v1ckycheesue for commenting about wanting to see the date! I wasn't sure I was going to come back to this idea, but something just popped into my head, so now we're here :) No promises, but there might also be a part 4 at some point on the horizon!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I stepped out of my building with a smile, waving as soon as I caught sight of Jason on his motorcycle, waiting for me right where he said he'd be. After months of friendship and forming a mini book club with the Red Hood, earlier this week, I'd learned his secret identity thanks to a phone call from one of his brothers. Thankfully, Jason didn't mind, and even better, it had led to Jason asking me out on a date. He'd had a bit of a family situation to attend to earlier, but tonight was the night, and having him meet me outside my apartment on his motorcycle was certainly a good start.

"Hey!" I called once I was close enough. "How did the family dinner disaster go?"

Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes. "It went great, once I got there and kicked everyone else out of the kitchen. Somewhere between five and ten of us regularly attending family events and somehow I'm still the only one who knows how to cook."

I grinned. "Well, from personal experience, I can attest that you are an excellent chef."

"Thanks, babe," he said, huffing a laugh as I finally reached him. He held out one arm for a hug, and I stepped into him, wrapping both my arms around his shoulders as he sat on his bike. He brought his other hand up to rest on my hip, giving it a light squeeze before moving me a step back from him. "You look great."

"Thanks! You do too. So... are you gonna tell me what we're doing tonight?"

"Not yet," he said with a grin. "I still want our first stop to be a surprise. But you do need one more thing before we go."

I raised an eyebrow as Jason turned around on the bike, digging into one of the side bags before turning back to me with a bright red helmet in hand.

"Here, let me help you get it on."

I smiled, Jason helping me pull the helmet down over my head before holding either side of it, giving it a little shake to make sure it fit snugly. He grabbed the part right in front of my mouth and ran his finger across it, giving me a satisfied smile.

"Looks good. Go ahead and hop on, and we can get out of here."

I climbed onto the back of the bike, wrapping my arms tightly around Jason's waist as he pulled his own red helmet on over his head. It wasn't the same as his Red Hood helmet, but it did look pretty similar. I grinned, even though Jason couldn't see me.

"You ready sweetheart?" he asked, his voice crackling over an in-helmet comms system. I nodded, then realized how unhelpful that was.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Although I do have a question."

"What's that?" Jason asked. He started the bike as he spoke, the engine roaring beneath us.

"As somebody trying to maintain a secret identity, don't you think it's a little conspicuous that you've got a motorcycle helmet the exact same color as your vigilatne helmet? And almost the same style?"

I heard Jason huff a laugh, and his response took a few moments to come through the radio. Part of that might've been Jason trying to focus while he merged with traffic, but he'd never be able to convince me that was the entire reason.

"Nobody's figured it out yet," he finally said. Now it was my turn to laugh.

"Well, there you go, I guess. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you that nobody in Gotham suddenly becomes observant. You know, I could repaint your helmet in some sparkly colors for you, maybe put some stickers on it that say 'NOT Red Hood', help you keep your secret. We could make it a date night."

Jason snorted. "No, we're not doing that."

"Your loss babe."

I held tight to Jason as we swept through the city streets, looking over his shoulder and trying to figure out exactly where we were headed. I didn't put it together until we turned a corner and pulled into the parking lot for my absolute favorite bookstore in the city.

I gasped, and I heard Jason chuckle over the radio.

"I take it you're excited?"

"Jason, I got nothing but green flags from you from the moment you brought my favorite book back to me, but I cannot begin to tell you how amazing this surprise is. This is my dream date."

Jason chuckled again, pulling the bike into a spot near the front as he responded.

"I'm glad a bookstore date's as exciting to you as it is to me."

"Oh my god, you have no idea. You are actually a dream come true."

"Right back at you, sweetheart."

With that, he stepped off the bike and pulled his helmet off, taking mine from me a moment later when I did the same. I had a beaming smile on my face that I couldn't wipe off if I tried, and as soon as he saw it, Jason smiled too.

"Alright, I'll never be the one to put limits on getting books, but let me tell you what I was thinking for tonight," he said, taking my hand and helping me off the bike. We started walking to the front doors together, shoulder to shoulder and hands held tight. "I was thinking we each pick a book, ideally one the other person hasn't read before. Then we do an exchange and read the books the other person picked out for us."

Jason looked at me as we came to a stop just inside the bookstore, apparently waiting for my reaction. Like he hadn't just said something out of a romance novel.

I leaned up to kiss his cheek, squeezing his hand as I did. When I pulled back with a smile, Jason had one eyebrow raised.

"That sounds absolutely perfect," I said, and a minute later his face broke out in a wide grin.

"Okay, good. I'll go get your book, you go get mine. Whoever's done first finds the other."

"Deal. Let's do this."

Jason and I headed off in different directions, hunting through the bookstore for just the right book. A few weeks ago, he'd told me he'd never read Dracula, one of my favorite books and a classic that seemed right up his alley. We'd talked about reading it together for our informal book club, but we hadn't done it yet, and I couldn't think of a better book to get him for our date.

Unfortunately, we were in a bookstore, so I had to make a few detours on my way to my goal. I ended up with a small stack in my arms by the time I finally made it to Dracula, and I chewed my lip in thought as I stood betwen the stacks. What if he didn't have room for us to put these on the bike? What if we were going somewhere after this where the books would be a problem? I rarely managed to walk into a bookstore and walk out with nothing more than what I'd gone for, but maybe I could just take picture of the other titles with my phone-

"There you are."

I turned to see Jason behind me, a stack of books in his own arms. I grinned.

"I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who made a few pitstops on my way to the date book," I said. Jason scoffed.

"Of course not. I don't trust people who can easily avoid detours in bookstores."

"Neither do I. It's for sure a red flag."

"Well, I'm glad we both passed the test," he said, grinning again. "Now come on, you ready? I think it's time for the next part of our date."

"I'll follow you."

Jason and I checked out with both our stacks of books, which he carefully loaded into one of the bags on his motorcycle. It was a tight fit, but he managed to make everything work without any of the books being at risk of bent pages. The other bag remained conspicuously closed, and I raised an eyebrow at him as he helped me get my helmet on again.

"Is there a reason you didn't split the books between both bags?"

"Yeah."

"...And that reason would be?"

"A surprise." He grinned. "Come on, you'll know in a minute. It's not too far of a drive from here."

I climbed on the back of the bike behind Jason, holding onto him tight as we wound through the city streets. Before long, we were leaving the traffic behind, turning onto narrower and narrower tree-lined roads climbing up one of the mountains outside of the city.

"This is a pretty murder-y date spot, just so you know," I said over our comms. I felt Jason's chest rise and fall with a laugh under my hands the same time it came crackling over the radio.

"Are you trying to warn me about something, sweetheart?"

I shrugged. "I mean, you're the Red Hood. I think we're both probably pretty safe."

He huffed another laugh, taking one hand briefly off the handlebars to squeeze mine. I wrapped my arms around him a little tighter, and after a few more minutes of riding on darkened trails, we came out on top of one of the tallest hills. Jason parked the bike, then hopped off and offered a hand to help me. We both knew I didn't need it, but I took it anyway.

"Alright, this is one of my favorite spots in the whole city," Jason said, tucking both our helmets away before opening the tank bag that didn't have books in it. He pulled out a basket with one hand, then grabbed mine again with the other.

I followed him to the treeline, until we reached a ledge overlooking the city. I stopped short, letting out a little gasp. I'd never seen it from a vantage point like this before. All the lights sparkled like stars, while the forest around us was perfectly peaceful.

"Wow," I breathed. "Jay... this place is amazing."

"I know. And even better, none of my siblings know how to find it."

I laughed, watching as Jason took out a blanket and unfolded it, then started setting up the rest of an evening picnic.

"You know, I'd actually really like to meet your siblings."

"Oh don't worry, you will. They've been wondering for a while now who I've been meeting up with regularly. They're all nosy motherfuckers, they'll probably show up in disguise to crash our next date."

"...Is it weird that I'm kind of excited for that?"

"Yes. Extremely."

I just laughed again, moving to join Jason on the picnic blanket he'd set up for us. I sighed and leaned into him as he wrapped one arm around my shoulders.

"I have to say, this might be the best date I've ever been on. Buying each other books and a romantic picnic overlooking the city? That's impossible to beat," I said.

"That was my goal," he said, pulling me closer with a grin. "I'm glad I succeeded. Now come on, I don't want this food I packed going to waste."

Jason and I dug into the picnic, which was packed full of our favorite foods. We laughed and talked the night away, perfectly comfortable, just the two of us. It was technically our first date, but we'd been spending our nights together for long enough that a peaceful, romantic night together seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

"Jason, that was amazing," I sighed, leaning into him once we'd finished dinner. He leaned back on his hands, and I curled into his side.

"Yeah. It was. You know, I'm really glad that guy stole your favorite book."

"I guess that's one way to say you're glad you met me."

Jason grinned and leaned in to kiss my temple. "You get me."

I sighed, and the two of us just sat there together for a while, curled up on the blanket and looking out at the city. Finally, I sighed.

"So... what would you think if I proposed a finale for this date?"

"That depends. Is this a subtle way of telling me you're ready for the date to be over?"

"No! I just had an idea I think you'll like, and I want to pull my weight a little on making this the most magical evening ever."

"Oh yeah?" Jason asked, sitting up and moving me with him. I turned to face him, a giant smile on my face as his hands wandered to my waist. "And what might that idea be?"

"I was thinking we could go back to my place..."

"I'm with you so far."

"And then I was thinking we could make some tea and curl up on the couch and read the books we got for each other."

Jason grinned, putting one hand at the nape of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. I smiled into it, leaning forward and resting my hands on his chest as Jason deepened it. When he finally pulled back, I was breathing hard.

"That sounds fucking perfect. You're literally my dream date, let's go."

I laughed, especially as Jason packed up our picnic with record speed, then took my hand and nearly dragged me back towards the bike. The two of us laughed the whole ride to my apartment, only to cuddle close on the couch while we started reading hand-picked books together. It was definitely too early to call, but I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my nights just like this.

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starberry-cupcake · 7 months ago

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I've been reading, but didn't have time to sit down and do this, so you're getting a bit of a mess in this one, sorry about that!

I want to clarify, before starting, that if I ask questions to the void in these posts, or if I wonder very loudly about something, I'm not really looking for answers immediately nor am I doubting that things will be explained later, I promise I trust the process. If something's going to be explained, somewhere in the books, I'll get there eventually, I promise I will. You have probably noticed by now but, if you give me a hint, I'm gonna grab onto it for dear life, so better not give me anything at all. Just leave me here to die, I beg you.

previously, in harrowberry the ninth:

this happened

currently, chapters 17-19:

I'm gonna start by the end, actually

which maybe is fitting for this book

but I'll start by the end because I have a new theory and I feel this one in my bones

(pun intended)

I might be totally off but I'm gonna say it anyway because I'm excited about this one

so much so that you'll get no memes while I explain it

it's about G and P

yes, I know, I'm fixated with that, but hear me out

I think Lyctortus isn't actually called Ortus

I think his name is Gideon

let me explain

at the end of chapter 19 (I'll get there, but I need this off my chest, I really do) harrow asks mercygirl why ortus the first wants her dead

to which mercygirl distractedly answers "who?"

that's the last thing I read so far, but it got my wheels turning so fast I came running to write it down

I thought "wait, what if, just like ortus is replacing gideon in the gideon-less re-telling, the name is also a replacement?"

so I went to the character list and lyctortus's cavalier was called pyrrha

so what if they're G and P

Gideon and Pyrrha the Second

and what if the Gideon in the paper was this guy

so this is not a case of Ortus 1 and 2 but of Gideon 1 and 2

not!dulcinea told our gideon "you're very brave—a bit like another Gideon I used to know. But you're prettier in the eyes"

which is, all things considered, actually funny, because it's a reversal of what mercygirl was saying, that yandere twin and harrow aren't as pretty as their predecessors

I'm gonna risk looking like a fool later and calling this now because I really feel this one

again, let me clarify, I'm not asking you to tell me whether I'm right or wrong or anything at all, I'm just placing my bets with myself

and I know starting by the end isn't really the best way to go about a recap, but I think I'm on to something

MOVING BACK, to chapter 17

harrow starts looking into mercygirl for her new and probably not improved diary, because she knows less things now

augustine the saint of annoyance tells harrow that mercygirl and him are the oldest lyctors in the band and that it took generations for these space planet destroyers to assemble

emperor john silver tells harrow that his stupid nicknames that don't fit were meant to represent the cavaliers and not the necros

of course augustine's brother was patient, he had to put up with augustine

mercygirl is also a body expert

an anatomist, if you will

which will come in handy later/earlier (later in the reading order, earlier in the timeline order)

augustine says that he didn't bother learning that because the only use for it would be to kill lyctors

tbh it'd come in handy right now that I want to kill him, but I digress

here, harrow again mentions that ortus the first (also known as lyctortus, also known as allegedly gideon the first, also known as I'm super super sure of this you guys) wants her dead

CHAPTER 18

we're back on canaan house in the gideon-less version

these are the chapters I'm having the most fun with, which wasn't what I expected

I don't know why, I really like this whole re-written mystery thing

the slasher film vibes have doubled this time

I keep drawing parallels and enjoying my time with these old and new friends

and, talking about old and new friends, judith is dead

remember judith? remember how she died?

it wasn't like this

in this gideon-less version, instead of becoming besties with the sixth, harrow and ortus have become besties with the fifth

because 1) the fifth didn't die and 2) the fifth is in a polycule with ortus

with gideon there, they befriended the sixth because gideon saw camilla fight 5 seconds and was like "she's friend shaped :)"

so, the fifth and the ninth are taking care of judith's corpse

she was shot repeatedly with a carbine rifle

harrow says "it would have been like being set upon by a ghost out of time"

gonna put that in the 3d model

martita is outside and she's the only pseudo witness to this situation

the gideon-less version of the deaths so far is being handled like this

martita says to harrowbean "why am I here?"

she explains that they were doing the two door test thingy and, while she was in the other room, judith was shot

now, here's the thing

I thought the Sleeper that had been mentioned was the construct thing but no, it's not

it's a new thing

I'm picturing sorta this

it very well could be a person though

it's person shaped

huh

it's in a coffin where it sleeps unless it's woken up, but they don't know how it wakes up, because martita went to town kicking and punching the coffin after judith was obliterated and nothing happened

and what keeps it contained, snow white style, isn't plex glass, plex or glass

ortus proceeds to say a eulogy

martita says "Is this really how it happens?" like we've been hearing all this time

harrowbean tries to make her feel better by telling her that, at least judith died quickly

mmm...about that

martita says "No. That's not...Don't know why I thought...No."

martita doesn't know judith died slowly and painfully and wrong about everything btw, she died first, it memory serves

but still, savage

harrow regrets not telling ortus to take the pledge of silence and says "but only a very obedient idiot of a cavalier would have stuck to that"

she's your obedient idiot, though, harrow

so, the rundown is this:

the sleeper can move

the sleeper can pass necromantic wards

the sleeper shouldn't be waken

people don't know what wakes it

it has a rifle

the sleeper is lying on top of sword that's a two-hander

me, having breakfast while reading this

I didn't mention this but

harrow and abby say that judith was killed by a deadly shot and then was subsequently used for target practice and left like a colander without any reason for it

judith disrespected camilla, so

that's what you get, bitch

CHAPTER 19

we travel in time, but in the timeline of the emperor's bolthole

because WHY NOT, AT THIS POINT

we're keeping track anyway *picks back up the timeline I keep discarding and re-using*

this one is 10 months before the emperor johnny boy is ended, so this is before what we've been reading

we are told the following essential info:

harrow has written a letter for yandere twin in case of harrow's death that says: "Get what joy you can from my corpse, you devious bitch"

filed under potential resignation letter drafts

apparently a lyctor can live without food but not without water

so harrowcita is getting herself a sopita

and then lyctortus also known as I'm sure he's gideon the first stabs her

this tiny baby kitten with her sopita

man has no heart

no decency

no decorum

not his real name, according to me

mercygirl helps harrow with a lot of skill (those anatomy skills we talked about) but not much empathy

she tells alleged gideon who goes by ortus, when he says "I do things face-to-face" that "that is what got you into trouble nineteen years ago"

HELLO TIMELINE

nineteen years ago takes us back to the whole leader of the BOE going missing and gideon's mom drifting into space and the person sent with the eggs and all that

well, the eggs thing isn't directly related yet but I'm relating it

especially since there were lies involved and somebody sent to placate another somebody

DUDE CAN YOU IMAGINE

IF HE WAS INVOLVED WITH GIDEON'S MOM IN SOME WAY

AND OUR GIDEON IS NAMED AFTER THIS GIDEON????

LIKE ON PURPOSE????

HELLO?????????

AGAIN, NOBODY TELL ME, I'M ASKING AT THE VOID

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE IMPULSE OF TELLING ME BUT DON'T DO IT

I'm making up telenovela theories about how this gideon could be involved into our gideon's mom business and our gideon being named after him

and gideon's superpowers of being hercules having something to do with all this

I need to stop before I say too much and then feel embarrassed at my theories

ALSO

gideon ortus wants harrow's sword

harrowbean doesn't want to give it to him

it is at this point when mercygirl says "who?" at harrow's question about "ortus", so we end how we begun, because today it's that kind of day

also, another day without her coming home

I may be late but boy do I have theories. And yeah, nobody tell me any spoilers, please. Let me make a fool of myself.

#luly reacts to tlt #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #long post #gif cw

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sunvmars · 1 year ago

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sunday morning | s.r.

pairing: steve rogers x afab reader

word count: 3.4k summary: a rainy day ruins your date plans, so steve brings the date to you warnings: lots of kissing, lots of smiling, its actually just fluff galore. light swearing, smut mentions a/n: thinking this might be part of a fall writing collection, i thrive in autumn and its my favorite season to write for

The morning had started with a promisingly clear and sunny sky paired with an autumn breeze that was just right. By definition, it was the most fitting weather for the picnic you had planned. You'd had this picnic date planned with Steve for weeks; both of you took a vacation day from work so you couldn't be called in. Last night you even added the finishing touches to the pie you made specifically for this date. You figured you'd make and pack the rest of the food before you left, that way nothing gets stale or soggy.

However, that wouldn't be needed now. The morning was deceitful, to say the least, and now the rain was pouring non-stop. It had started as a slight drizzle that Steve reassured you would most likely pass within the hour. Now, though, thick raindrops pattered heavily against the windows of your shared high-rise apartment. The sound of the rain was typically soothing, but today it felt almost condescending like the clouds had planned this cruel trick.

"Why does Mother Nature hate us?" you frown, eyebrows furrowed together. Your gaze flickers across the rainy city from your living room window as you pout. "Make it go away, Stevie."

You hear him chuckle behind you mere seconds before you feel his arms wrap around your waist. He pulls you back against his chest gently. His chin comes to rest on top of your head as he looks at the rain-soaked cityscape.

"You know I would if I could," he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I'm sorry, doll. I know you were looking forward to this."

Your body leans into his to soak up his comforting warmth. "It's just... I've had this planned for us for weeks, and now it's ruined," you sigh, voice laced with utter disappointment.

Steve tightens his embrace, his chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm. A light sigh falls from his lips and the warm air brushes by your ear. He doesn't respond, and not because he doesn't know how to, but rather because he's searching his brain for ways to make it up to you. It only takes a few moments for an idea to pop into his head.

"I might have a solution," he says, breaking the silence.

"Oh yeah?" you question. You turn in his arms to face him. "Let's hear it."

His eyes trace over your features and he smiles down at you. Softened blue eyes meet yours as he rubs circles into your lower back with his thumb.

"It's a bit of a surprise," he says. "So, as much as I love seeing you in this dress, why don't you go change back into something comfortable and I'll come get you when I'm done, hm? Give me, say, fifteen minutes."

He brings one hand up to run a finger under the thick halter strap of your brown gingham dress. You return the smile back to him, your eyes lighting up as you stare up at him. His heart skips a few beats, as it does a lot in moments like these. It truly is the simple moments such as these where he cherishes you most.

You offer a nod in response, your cheeks raising ever so slightly when you smile up at him. "Alright, surprise me then, but it better be good."

Steve leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. "When have I ever let you down, doll?" he asks rhetorically.

"Never," you reply, leaning in to steal another kiss. "At least not yet."

He smiles against your lips as he chuckles. "Good point," he concedes before releasing you from his embrace. "Go on, get dressed, and I'll come get you soon."

You turn to head to the bedroom but make it just mere inches away before he delivers a playful spank to your backside. A small gasp of surprise escapes you and your face heats up at the teasing smack. When you turn back around to shoot him a mock glare, his hands raise in the air defensively as if he's innocent.

"Watch it, Rogers."

"Okay, okay. You got me," he laughs, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I'll be on my best behavior, but you can't blame me for wanting to touch my pretty girl when she looks absolutely divine."

The compliment makes your lips spread thin into a wide smile. "You're so damn lucky I find your compliments so persuasive," you respond before disappearing into the bedroom to change.

Once inside the bedroom, you find soft, well-worn jeans and your favorite sweater you'd stolen from Steve when you first started dating. You slip out of your dress and then slide into the more comfortable clothing. After getting dressed, you take a moment to step over in front of the dresser mirror and straighten out your stray pieces of hair. Your thoughts race with anticipation about what he has planned; he always has had a knack for planning surprises for you.

While you wait on the bed for him to finish, Steve puts the finishing touches on his surprise. He readjusts the pillows and blankets of the fort he's created to make them as fluffy and comfortable as possible. He lights a few more candles to create a mellow, glowing environment he knows will be sure to cheer you up.

With everything now in its place, he turns on soft music and takes a minute to glance over his handiwork to make sure it suits his standards for you. He takes a quick glance up at the clock and finds that he's right on time to show you the atmosphere he'd set up. His heart races, his nerves unsettling as he heads to the bedroom.

Gently, he pushes the door open to find you sitting on the bed, your sweater-clad figure looking rather cozy. The sight of you replaces the previous nervousness and has his heart pounding and swelling up with affection. He can't help but admire you for a few seconds; your hair is tidied but still tousled from getting undressed, his sweater lying loosely over your form, and a content smile on your face. To him, you are the most beautiful sight he could ever see.

Steve approaches you, his smile matching yours. "Somehow, you manage to look even better every time I see you," he states, his eyes filled with adoration. "I think it's the sweater- it looks awfully familiar, like maybe I had one like it at some point."'

You giggle at his remark. "Oh, you think so? I guess you do have good taste after all."

"That I do," he coos. He leans down so that his lips ghost over yours. "You wear it better than I ever could, doll."

His lips capture yours in a tender kiss as he places his hands on your waist. You sigh quietly into the kiss, your fingers finding their way into his silky sleek hair. The feeling of his mouth on yours sends a wave of heat through you. His fingers dig gently into your sides as he scoots you to the edge of the bed and closer to him. You deepen the kiss, savoring the taste and familiarity of his lips.

Both of you are left breathless when you finally pull apart. His forehead rests on yours as you catch your breath. Steve looks lovingly at you, blue eyes filled with a solacing warmth.

"I could kiss you like that all day, you know that?" he whispers with a voice that's now a little husky.

You beam, your cheeks warming up again. "I wouldn't mind that at all," you start, "But maybe tomorrow, I do believe you owe me a surprise right about now."

"You're absolutely right about that, my love." He pulls back and stands straight up, his hand reaching out for you to take. "Let's not keep you waiting any longer, hm?"

You happily take his hand; the warmth of his large fingers wrapping around yours still sends a shiver down your spine. "Lead the way," you say as you rise from the bed.

Steve leads you out of the bedroom with your hand securely in his. When you step into the living room, your eyes widen in surprise at the scene that greets you. On the floor before you is the most snug-looking fort crafted from the fluffiest pillows and blankets you own. There are candles placed on almost every stable surface in the living room all the way to the dining room and onto the kitchen bar.

A soft glow from the candles dances across the room, adding just the right amount of light in the darkened room. The low glass coffee table that usually resides in the middle of the living room is now pushed against the tv stand to make room for the fort. He'd even taken it upon himself to set up trays around the fort with your favorite sandwiches, a fruit platter, and the pie you finished up yesterday.

He had created the perfect atmosphere to both cheer you up and accompany the rainy weather outside. You stand still in awe, his eyes stay glued to you as you take in your surroundings. His stomach churns while he watches you closely for any hint of a reaction. When you turn to face him after a few moments of silence, he sees that familiar twinkle in your eyes and he's immediately reassured.

Your gaze flickers up to him, your body follows suit and you turn to face him. "Stevie," you murmur. "This is...perfect."

"I'm glad you like it, doll," he says, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "You deserve nothing less than perfect."

You lean into his delicate touch and take in the fondness in his eyes. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Rogers," you tease with a smirk. "You sure there's not anybody else you're trying these methods out on before me, hm?"

"Oh, honey," Steve chuckles in response. His fingers slide down your cheek to trace your jawline, "I promise, you're the only one who gets the full Steve Rogers experience. No one else could ever compare to my pretty girl," he speaks, his voice honeyed.

The silky words make you shiver, butterflies fluttering in your stomach just as they did when you first met him. His hands come to rest on yours and your fingers interlock once more. You move closer to him to meet his lips in an affectionate, lingering kiss; a silent way of saying how much you appreciate his efforts.

His lips curve into a thin smile against yours and his mouth moves with as much hunger as yours. The kiss deepens for a moment as he applies more pressure onto your lips, but he pulls back before he loses the willpower to break apart from you. While it only lasted a few fleeting moments, the kiss was meaningful and telling.

"I might have to take you up on that offer for kissing all day tomorrow," he jokes, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

"I'll hold you to that, Rogers," you reply, a playful glint flickering in your eyes.

He grins, "I'll be looking forward to it."

With that, he leads you over to the fort with your fingers still interlinked. You watch your step, fully aware of the food and slipper blankets under your feet. He crouches down and settles himself into the inviting fort first then waits for you to join him. You crouch down like he did and go to plop down beside him.

Before you can take your spot, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. His arms cradle you as he looks down at you mischievously. He cocks an eyebrow up playfully, fingers digging carefully into your thighs and upper arm.

"You come here often?" he teases.

A grimace shows on his face as soon as the words roll off his tongue. The joke, though not meant to be an innuendo, makes his face flush with the lightest pink. His face scrunches up in disgust and you can't help but laugh. The prior embarrassment seems to disappear when your giggles meet his ears.

"And to think that I even imagined that you use these moves on other people," you tease back. "You've been spending too much time with Tony."

"You're not gonna let this one go, are you?"

"Nope," you say, popping the 'p.'

The grip he has on you tightens, contentment fulfilling his being. "What do you want first, my love?"

"I could go for a sandwich," you smile.

Both of you begin to enjoy the picnic spread he prepared. At some point, you'd managed to slide out of arms and in between his legs. The two of you continue to talk and steal sweet kisses in between bites as you eat. The rain outside and previous plans seem like a distant memory as you get lost in the uninterrupted time with each other. Every time he glances at you, his gaze holds nothing but undiluted admiration that makes you feel giddy. And every time you giggle at one of his cheesy jokes, his heart hammers in his chest.

Your back and head rest on his chest as you make your way through your final half sandwich. Steve uses one hand to eat and occasionally brings a piece of fruit to your mouth while his free arm wraps around your waist protectively. Although he tries to hide it, he's been staring down the apple pie since you sat down.

"Geez, Stevie- you drool any harder over that pie and I'm gonna start to get jealous over here," you jape, reaching forward to pull the pie tray towards you.

Steve snorts and his lips curl into a grin, "Well, we can't have that, now can we?" he says, placing a few kisses on your shoulder when you lean back onto him.

You smile to yourself as you cut a generous slice of pie for him. You reach back to hand him the plate and he accepts it with a nod of appreciation. Carefully, he cuts himself a bite and brings it to his mouth. He groans as he chews the treat slowly, fully absorbing the flavors as you look at him expectantly.

"So? How is it?"

"Incredible, just like it always is."

"Well," you start, the appraisal makes you smile yet again. "I do have to keep up with your super soldier appetite somehow, right?"

"You're amazing at everything you do," he says admirably.

He stabs a piece onto the fork and brings it up to your lips. Your mouth opens, allowing him to feed you a decently sized bite of the pie. The sweetness of the filling and the slightly savory, flaky crust dance on your taste buds. Your eyes close in delight, your head tilting back to rest on his shoulder. He watches you savor the bite with a knowing smirk on his face.

"See, it is good, huh?" he questions, his voice low and soothing.

You nod, your eyes still closed, reveling in the taste of the pie. "Oh yeah," you sigh. "Totally drool-worthy."

"Like I said, it always is." He chuckles at your quip, the vibrations from his chest being sent through you. "It's not the only drool-worthy thing here though."

Your eyes open to look up at him as you mock a shocked gasp and stifle your giggle, "Steven Grant, you are something else today."

"Ah, just keeping you on your toes."

"You do a good job of it," you admit with a playful shake of your head.

"Good to hear," he grins, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

The music still plays quietly in the background to provide a comforting ambiance as you snuggle into him. You take the silence between you two as a chance to silently appreciate the man behind you. His steady heartbeat can be felt against your back, his calm breathing rocking you gently. Everything about him is promising and admirable- the way he loves you, how he holds you, the love in his eyes when he looks at you.

There's, truthfully, no other man that could compare to Steve. Your Steve.

"Thank you," you finally speak up, breaking the silence.

He absorbs the gratitude in your voice with a smile. "Anything for you, you know that," he reassures you, "I'd do all this and more a thousand times to keep that pretty smile on that beautiful face."

"I'm the luckiest person in the world to have you," you whisper, your voice laced with genuine affection.

"The lucky one here is all me, doll."

He tightens his hold on you, and for a second, the two of you simply bask in the warmth of each other. He's almost ready to drag you to bed to take a nap with him but then he remembers his plans for a movie.

"Would you like to watch something? Your pick this time," he offers.

You nod in agreement and he hands the remote to you. You start scrolling through the movie options, and after a bit of deliberation about which movie to watch, you finally settle on your favorite comedy.

As the movie begins, you snuggle deeper into Steve's welcoming embrace. Pure joy courses through your veins as he runs his fingers through your hair. The laughter from the movie fills the air and blends in with the soft crackling of the candles. The patter of the rain still sounds on the large windows of the living room, dark clouds still covering the sky.

You steal glances at him throughout the movie, unable to imagine that this perfect moment could've been replaced with something else had it not rained.

"I love you, so much," he says softly, fingers scratching softly on your scalp. "More than I could put into words, sweetheart."

Your head leans into his touch. "And I love you," you promise. "So, what's after this? Any more plans?" you ask.

He ponders for a moment. Originally, he'd planned to just lounge for the remainder of the day, but now he's having second thoughts. Most times he'd have enough self-control to keep his hands off of you, but today is different. Maybe it started when he'd seen you in his favorite dress of yours, or it could be the rainy weather, or maybe it was when he saw you in his sweater. Either way, he knows he has to have you.

"I think I wanna get started on that 'kissing all day' a little early," he coos as his lips brush your ear.

A cool shiver runs down your spine at his suggestiveness. You smirk as you turn your head to face him. The atmosphere shifts; air that was once light now thickens with desire.

"So early, Captain? The movie isn't even halfway through."

"Sometimes you just can't wait for the good part," he murmurs in response.

You turn around to face him fully, his legs straightening so you can straddle him. "I guess we could always pause it."

His eyes darken with need and his mouth collides with yours in a heated kiss. Large, soft hands explore your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your figure through the soft fabric of his your sweater. The taste of his lips on yours and the feeling of him touching you consumes your senses. You lose yourself in the intensity of the moment and everything else fades into the background.

Each kiss somehow becomes deeper and more intense than the last. Steve's hands find their way under the sweater, his touch on your skin sending an electric pulse through your stomach. He grabs at your waist with his fingers digging roughly into the flesh.

"Steve," you whine against his lips.

He pulls away slightly to lock eyes with you. "I need you," he rasps, his voice husky and low.

"Then take me," you taunt, a grin on your face.

And he doesn't need any more convincing. He pulls his hands out from under your sweater, tapping your bottom to tell you to stand. You do so, and he follows right after you. With one fluid motion, he scoops you up into his arms again.

"Stevie!" you yelp, fingers digging into his arm for support.

"I did say I need you," he says with a smirk as he carries you to the bedroom.

a/n: ugh i just know im gonna make a smutty part two to this, i cant resist. also! if you'd like to be on my general taglist to be tagged whenever i upload a new fic, feel free to ask :)

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witheringwidgetwrites · 1 year ago

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For the character and a kink blurb could you do Lucifer and medical kink? If you aren’t comfortable with it that’s 100% ok!

This might be ass but here is my attempt. also im def comfortable nw! i just wasnt sure how to write this initially, but it ended up being really fun!!!

CW AFAB!MC + blowjob

It was your first checkup in the Devildom, you were nevous to say the least, your fingers played with them hem of the hospital gown. You sat on a the exam table, only the thin paper separating your bottom from the cold plastic.

The nurse had finally left, all you had to do was wait for the doctor to start your exam, and then you were home free.

Two small knocks ring out through the room, and the door opens.

"Lucifer?"

"Yes, I'll be your doctor today, MC." He gave a soft, reassuring smile, and you heard a subtle lock as his hand left the door. Why was Lucifer your doctor? Does he normally do this? Many questions loom over your head, but before you can ask, he starts, "let's get started, shall we?"

He pulls on a pair of gloves, and you feel his hand on your breast, a small squeeze as the cool laytex collides with your skin through the gown, and you yelp.

"Lucifer! What is this?"

"Hush now, MC, you think you know better than your doctor? Now I need you off the table, sit in this chair down here, and close your eyes." He pats your shoulder reassuringly, and you think you hear what sounds like a zipper.

"Open your mouth for me, say 'ahh'," you feel something warm and fat on your tongue, weighing it down, and you feel the laytex glove in your hair, bringing your head down. Before you know it, your mouth is stuffed full with Lucifer's cock. Your tongue is pushed flat against the bottom of your mouth, and you feel yourself start to salivate in order to fit him in your mouth. He starts pumping in and out, "I'll need to," he groans, "test your gag reflex first. You understand." You feel the veins on his cock, his hot skin making you shiver. You whine and gag for a moment as he pushes your head all the way down onto him.

"Fuck, you're taking me much better than I anticipated." He tugs by your hair, pumping in and out. He groans, you can feel his balls slap against your chin, your saliva dribbling down between you both.

Before long, he grunts, shoving himself all the way in before shooting his hot cum down your throat. You gag and spit a little up. You feel the warm laytex as he wipes your spit off your chin. You hear the zipper again as he stuffs his now half-hard cock back into his pants.

"You tested perfectly, as I expected. Let's move on."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #medplay #obey me lucifer #medical kink #obey me lucifer smut #smut #obey me smut #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader smut

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ihavethedreamies · 8 months ago

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Hard to Swallow | Easy to Expert (3 v6)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Seo Changbin - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~3.7k

Felix/AFAB!Reader/Changbin

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Oral (M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Changbin has a Big Cock (duh), Cockbulge (duh), Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It)

Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, this is just a work of fiction.

Author's Note: This series has seriously devolved into pure filth. I am writing these one after the other and the clear decline in purity is obvious, helps you know whose I wrote when. This one is second to last, and might actually be a little better than the one before it but…we'll see...

PS. I wrote the first A/N before I wrote Bang Chan's, and now that I have...this one is worse.

Edit (8/25/24): I changed the text/chat pictures to just text.

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-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Hyunjin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Bang Chan <-

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"So, (Y/N) has an idea-"

"Okay, I'm in." Changbin didn't even let Felix finish the sentence.

"You have no idea what I was going to say."

"If it involved (Y/N), I'm in. What is it…?" Changbin put his phone away, leaning in as he rested his elbows on the table. No one else was in the classroom yet, but Felix still quieted his voice.

"She wants a threesome-"

"Yes."

"I know. But she requested you specifically."

"Me?" Changbin giggled like a child, "she wants me?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'm going to send you an address. Go there and ask for the item code I will send too." The older guy pulled his phone back out and typed away on it. Felix furrowed his brow, a little concerned that Changbin already had something like this planned.

"Oh, don't worry. I've had this ready for the next girl I get but none of them would have fit. (Y/N) will though." He smirked and your boyfriend's phone buzzed. He opened the message and instead of saving it, he forwarded it to you. Felix had already given you his card so you could go buy a set of lingerie if Changbin agreed. He had planned on you getting a frilly pink set, but if Changbin had a request then so be it. He added after the forward that if whatever it was did not, please you, to go ahead with the initial set.

"Can’t fucking wait, tonight?" The man bounced in his seat, once again like a child. His mannerisms did not fit him, not with his build and bulk.

"I was thinking next week, but I can see if tonight works." Felix texted you the question as well.

🐤: Changbin-hyung said yes 🐤: Wants you to go here... 🐤: Location Sent! 🗺️ ☀️: ✅ 🐤: ...and ask for item #823. 🐤: If you don't like it just get what we decided. ☀️: Okay! 🐤: He wants tonight... ☀️: Hm, okay. I'll have to go to the other store to get a matching plug. 🐤: just use my card, I'll get him to pay me back ☀️: Sure thing! 💝

The address was not too far from where you were meeting your friends for lunch so you would stop by on the way home. When you got there and requested the item, the clerk came around the counter to assist you. It was a lingerie store you had been to once before, but never got anything. It was a little higher than your price range and you made sure to remind Felix to get paid back from Changbin. The clerk measured you quickly just to get your rough numbers so she could pick a good size.

"Please wait here." She smiled, bowing slightly then went to get the item. The place was bigger than you thought from the store front, and you wondered how the hell Changbin found this place, let alone to knew what he wanted you to get. The worker came back and presented the set to you, already hanging in a bag, she would have to just zip it up. You balked at the set before you. You were expecting black leather or even latex. Maybe red or dark purple? Fishnets? No. The lingerie looked like it was supposed to be for a bride, but it was a pale blue instead of pure white. When the clerk rang the item up you almost choked on nothing, and reluctantly pulled Felix's card out of your bag. Why the hell was it half-a-million won? When you checked the register, the set was listed as Mulberry Silk Bridal Lingerie Set. Really Changbin? Trying not to seem so awkward after you paid, you bowed as you took the clothing bag from her and scampered out of the store. You still had it slung over your arm when you walked into the much more familiar adult store you and Felix frequented. The cashier didn't even acknowledge you as you headed straight to the section you needed. You were supposed to get a tail that looked like a unicorn's, braided fake hair of pink, blue, and purple. There was also a matching headband, but it didn't fit the elegance of the lingerie. Humming in thought, you ended up going with a tail plug that was made to look like a tiger's, white with black stripes. There were matching ears and you used Felix's card again, the grand total being about 30,000 won. A much more reasonable price.

"What the actual fuck Seo Changbin?" you muttered, going to stand in the full-length mirror. You had prepared yourself, accordingly, slipping the tail plug in before you put on the rest of the set. The panties weren't the same kind that Felix and you normally picked out. It was a thong, not crotchless, and you had to fenagle it to accommodate the plug. You literally got out your sewing kit, luckily having a spool of white thread at the bottom. Carefully you ripped the seams out and resewed the thong strap so you could slide the tail through. You hated ruining such an expensive piece of clothing but at least it was just the thong.

Looking in the mirror you huffed, but had to admit you looked good, like a snow tiger. The top was a corset that luckily laced in the front and had short ruffles of silk at the bottom. The corset didn't have an attached bra, it curved to rest under your breasts though, lifting them up. That was where the support was because the bra was barely that, only the edges were actually silk with some boning, but the rest of the material was sheer. The thong was made of silk as well and there was a garter belt included as well. You had clipped them to the sheer thigh-highs after you extremely carefully rolled them on. There were ruffled silk bracelets that you tied on each wrist. After seeing the ensemble, you knew your black choker would be a stark contrast, but it ended up working well with the white tiger set you had. Moving into different poses, you looked yourself over in the mirror. In the background you heard the keycode being pressed into your door and the two men shuffling in.

"Wait!" Felix called, sounding annoyed and the heavy footsteps immediately halted.

"Take your shoes off," your boyfriend scolded, and you giggled softly.

"What the hell did you make her get?" You heard your boyfriend coming down the hall and stepped back from the mirror to stand at the foot of your bed. Changbin didn't answer, but he got to see when he entered your room.

"Shit." Your boyfriend sighed. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. It was clearly a bridal set, at least it wasn't white though. You did look amazing however, and he loved that his black choker pulled out the stripes on your tail plug and your headband.

"Fuck me~" Changbin practically moaned coming in to the room as well. He desperately wanted to scoop you up, but he held back. He was getting the privilege of Felix letting him fuck his girlfriend, he would hold back.

"Rules?" You prompted Felix who came to stand beside you. He glanced at your back to see the rest of the set and made you spin slow so Changbin could see too.

"Yes~" The other man nearly hissed.

"Rule One!" You started.

"No kissing her on the lips." Felix's arm wrapped around your shoulders, his index fingers tracing your pout. You sucked the digit into your mouth playfully which made him smile.

"Two!" you said when your boyfriend took his finger back.

"You have to listen to me." Felix continued and Changbin nodded in acceptance.

"Three…"

"Only I get to take her ass." Your boyfriend finished the prompt and once again got a nod.

"Valid. Probably break her anyway." The older man acquiesced. You had a feeling about that, and you still had never seen his dick.

"Fourth! No cumming down her throat." Your boyfriend held his fingers up. He didn't get a nod from that one, his friend's face hardening a bit, but you continued.

"Finally! You don't need to use a condom, but you can't come inside." You finished.

"Why?" He looked at you, his gaze less playful than before, his tone sharper. Felix was worried about this.

"She likes it too much, so only I can. In her cunt and her throat." The man next to you hardened his tone as well and Changbin scoffed. He took his ball cap off, throwing it to the side, shaking his head and running his hand through his curly hair. You watched enthralled as he unzipped his sweatshirt and discarded it too. His black t-shirt was so tight it was like he had it painted on and you had to admit your mouth watered thinking of finally seeing him without it. He was proud of his physique but only really showed off his arms. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully as you gaped at his friend and began to discard his own clothes.

"I will follow your rules…" Changbin started, undoing and removing his belt, he threw it too hard and it left a scratch on the wall. He smirked at your gaze, slowly pulling his shirt out of where he had it tucked in but didn't do anything more.

"But I want her to swallow my cum, and I want to breed her." He asserted, pulling the shirt off so roughly you heard some seams pop. Your whole body flinched when you finally got to see him, and you didn't hold in your whimper. He chuckled cockily and Felix licked his lips in thought. He knew you would LOVE it, and that is why he wanted to say no. On the other hand, just because Changbin would cum inside you, that didn't automatically mean he could make you fall over the edge too. You cast a glance at your boyfriend, trying not to plead with your gaze. But holy shit did you want that. Before Felix metaphorically broke your dam, you had never been one for anything kinky, but now…To be double sure you took the pill and was even considering getting a IUD just in case.

"She has a creampie kink, not breeding. You can cum inside, she's protected." Felix agreed to Changbin's terms but added a caveat.

"Rule one was no kissing her lips. I'll let you do what you want, but you cannot kiss her anywhere. You can't eat her out either." You looked between the two of them, waiting for the other man to answer. He didn't love those stipulations, but it would be worth it if he could fill you up.

"Fine." They shook hands and Felix gave you a positive hum and you scurried forward, hands running all over Changbin's now bare torso. He was delicious and you desperately wanted a taste. He just stood there, letting you do as you pleased, just watching as you fell to your knees. Your fingers hooked in the loops of his jeans, which were hugging his thighs perfectly, and he sighed as your hot little tongue licked up from under his belly button to as high as you could go kneeling.

"Shit (Y/N)~" He hummed, not even helping you as you undid his pants, having to tug to get the denim to unpeel from his legs. You whined, letting him get the pants off his ankles and they were shoved to where his shirts and belt lay. Felix watched amused as started to kiss Changbin's thighs, as thick as your head. He chuckled as you nibbled his inner thigh before kissing the impressive bulge held back by his boxers. He hardened further at the touch and licked over the fabric as well, your cunt already pulsing at the thought of him filling you. Giving him a coy look he smiled, "Go ahead, princess." So, you did. Slowly, like unwrapping an expensive gift, you pulled his tight briefs down and off, his cock bouncing in the air. You gaped and he smirked. He was only half hard but…You swallowed hard, wiggling your jaw back and forth, wondering if you could fit him or not. Not any longer than Felix, maybe even a bit shorter, he was THICK. Changbin just watched as your hand came shakily to encircle his cock, your fingers unable to touch. You mewled, then wrapped your other hand around him as well, pumping them as you licked around the head. His whole body seemed to quake with his groan. When he was fully hard you swallowed again. Glancing back at your boyfriend who was standing near the bed, mostly naked himself, he nodded. Changbin grinned at the round ears on your headband and the tail flowing out behind where you kneeled. However, seeing you in the pale blue silk he picked out was definitely the best.

"Go on, princess." He urged and you breathed hard through your nose, adjusting your pose, opening your mouth as wide as you could. It seemed he wasn't that thick, but your jaw did still protest some. You moaned when the taste of his precum hit your tongue and he groaned too. Leaving one hand at the base of him, the other went to lay on his hip, sliding up and over the v-line of his torso.

"So good~" He praised as you huffed through your nose, tongue swirling over just his tip still. He knew he could cum alone from that, but he knew you could do more. When the plug inside you buzzed on you whined, and Changbin saw Felix messing with his phone. You focused, trying to keep your lips over your teeth and took his fat cock deeper. When the head hit the back of your mouth, you did gag slightly, not accustomed to his girth. He tasted amazing and you were eagerly anticipating him painting your throat white. You swallowed a few times, trying to relax the muscles, but pull back some to take a deeper breath. After another measured breath, you swallowed him back in and descended further. He groaned dramatically as your throat fluttered around his dick, you were gagging slightly, tears springing to your eyes. Despite the struggle, you still wanted desperately for him to fit inside all the way at least once. Pulling back, sucking as you went, he sighed, watching intently as you took another deep breath before going back down. You whined as you managed to get him completely in, swallowing over and over trying not to gag too bad. You had no way to get air in, so you didn't even try, but your nostrils flared as the tip of your nose touched his pelvis.

"Fuck! (Y/N)~" How bad Changbin wanted to grab your head and pump his hips, but he didn't want to hurt you. When it was getting too hard to last without air, you pulled your head back just enough that you could suck in more oxygen through your nose. Felix watched, amazed that you fit his friend's huge cock in your mouth. Drops of drool and pre splattered on the floor in front of you as you bobbed your head, letting Changbin's cock bury completely every once and awhile when you tolerated. Felix knew his friend had the stamina of an ox, but he looked close to cumming already. Of course, his sweet (Y/N) sucked dick like no other.

"Ah, I'm close princess." Changbin huffed out and you braced yourself on the floor. Felix recognized your stance immediately.

"You can thrust but don't go too deep till you finish." Your boyfriend instructed the other man. He nodded, and his strong hands went to your head.

"Ready?" He asked and you hummed, teary eyes meeting his. He swore under his breath and did as he was allowed, starting to pummel your poor throat with his cock. More tears spilled from your eyes, the obscene sound caused by your drool and his precum echoed through your bedroom.

"Okay, one, two-" Changbin didn't get the next word out before he filled you full, cumming down your throat. Your eyes rolled back, cunt clenching and you lost count of how many times you had to swallow to get everything he gave you. You didn't cum, but Felix wasn't overly keen about how turned on you did get. Just when your vision started to swim, Changbin pulled out and you swallowed a few more times. Your throat hurt, sorer than when Felix did the same thing. Your boyfriend came to you with a bottle of water. You gulped some down, the cool liquid soothing your throat but also helping wash down the thick cum still in your mouth.

"Fuck." Changbin huffed simply.

"You okay, love?" Felix made sure you nodded, letting out a hoarse, "Yes." You glanced to the other man and your eyes widened. His cock hadn't softened at all and was still covered in a thick layer of fluids. He stroked over it with his hand, smiling at the slick.

"Hurry up, 'Lix. I need her cunt." Changbin stared at you, his gaze fiery. The playfulness and glee from before were gone, covered by molten lust and you shivered a bit. With what he just did to your mouth, you were worried about your pussy.

"Come here, love." Felix led you to stand and go over to the bed. Changbin followed and as he got on the bed, sitting at the top in the middle. He leaned back casually into the headboard, motioning you closer. You crawled on after him and straddled him, your legs spread much wider to accommodate his thick thighs than with Felix.

"Who do you want inside first?" your boyfriend asked and you pondered a second. You could handle the stretch of Felix's dick in your ass easier and get used to it faster than you probably could with Changbin in your cunt. Because of that you thought the latter should go first. The elder man's cock was still painted with your spit and his cum, your core dripping so much, you knew no lube would be needed. He positioned you so the tip of his cock rested at your entrance. He grunted at how hot and wet you were, losing patience.

"Go." Felix gave him the okay and Changbin's hands on your hips led you down. Your jaw fell open, your breath hitching as he stretched you open. Felix wasn't small by any means, but everything about Changbin was girthy. You shivered as he filled you, not even fully inside yet, a small bulge protruded from your lower stomach. Your body shivered, breathy moans leaving your lips as he bottomed out. Your cunt fluttered around him, more of your slick dripping down to smear over his groin.

"Shit, princess." He chuckled, holding you to him when you fell forward. He could feel the plug in your ass through the walls of your cunt, and he hadn't even noticed it was buzzing still. You whimpered softly when the vibrations ceased, Felix coming up behind you. He wrapped his hand through the tail of the plug and pulled softly, easing it out of you. You sighed, letting out a squeak as Felix dripped more of lube onto your ass, smearing more on his cock. He couldn't believe the sight of your tiny cunt stretched over Changbin, trying desperately to hold him in. He was a little miffed that you were so close already, but he knew he would throw you over the edge when he buried his own cock in your ass.

"Ready, love?" he asked, thumbs rubbing circles over your hips. You let out a small noise Changbin couldn't discern, but Felix heard you loud and clear.

"Breathe." He didn't even have to lead Changbin to rub your back, helping you relax. Your boyfriend started to ease into you, and you focused on the hand rubbing over your spine, breathing hard. The stretch set you on fire, your cunt fluttering. Felix bottomed out and you twitched aggressively, and when he grinded slightly into you, you fell apart. He smirked, grunting hard at the squeeze. Your ass was always tight anyways, let alone with his friend's cock splitting you in half. Your teeth had sunk into the muscle of Changbin's shoulder, and he hoped you left a mark.

"I'm not gonna move. Fuck her ass full of your cum then I'll blow her back out." The older man held you close, your orgasm dying but you still shivered. You had no more strength. Felix made sure you were okay with it and interpreted your little whimper as a positive. He nodded and started with short but deep thrusts and Changbin grinned at how your pussy clenched around him, even able to feel your boyfriend fucking into you.

"Fuck, you're milking me, love." Felix's deep voice rumbled through you, and you whined.

"'Lix~" You moaned, and he huffed with a grin. Two more thrusts and you squealed as he painted your ass white with his cum. You came again, Changbin recognizing the clenching of your core.

"Ah, fuck…" Felix groaned, pulling out of you.

"Off." Changbin motioned to him, holding you closer and he scrambled to the side, still out of breath. He barely got off the bed before Changbin rolled forward, you under him, immediately holding you in a mating press. You squeaked at the move, your knees at your ears as his hands gripped your thighs, so tight you knew it would leave bruises.

"Hold on, princess." He warned you and you scrambled your hands, digging your white painted nails into the sheets. The headboard banged against the wall as he took his first thrust and your head fell back, nearly falling over the edge of the bed. You back arched, silent screams wracking your lungs. The noises Changbin were making sounded more like a beast than a person's and your head lulled to find your boyfriend. He was watching with slightly wide eyes, his cock already starting to harden again.

"Okay, princess, I'm gonna breed you~" The man utterly destroying your poor pussy made two more hard thrusts, then he pumped more of his cum into your protected womb than he did down your throat. You shivered, but you didn't cum again, still looking at Felix. He smirked at your gaze, nodded and you let yourself fall over the edge as well. Changbin noticed and marveled at the level of control Felix had over your body. You lay there panting under him, nearly blacked out.

"Don't let her go, 'Lix. I'll snatch her up otherwise~”

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Deployments Suck

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader

Word count - 3,391

Warnings - injuries, hospitals, mentions of death, mentions of Goose, panic attack

Summary - while on a deployment, your dad gets injured in an eerily similar way to your grandfather

A/N - whaddup it's another fic from yours truly! This was another request sent in by an anon so I hope you like it and I did your idea justice! I have a fair number of fics to write but I know y'all also like my 'Hangman junior' fics so I think I might alternate between fics for that and my requests just to keep things balanced. Anyways I'll stop rambling, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

Being raised in a military household, deployments were no stranger to you. It didn’t mean you liked them. You hated them with every fibre of your being. It meant that for however long the Navy saw fit, your dad would be risking his life out there and you never knew if he was alive or not until you got his occasional messages or if you were lucky a phone call.

This deployment was no different. Your dad had come home one day with a glum look on his face, telling you he was going to be deployed for a couple of months. On the day he was deployed, you, like most families, went with your dad and Maverick to the dock to see him off where he gave you a large bear hug and told you to be good for Maverick as since the two made up, any deployment Rooster went on, he made sure you stayed with Maverick. You had watched as your dad disappeared into the sea of Navy personnel and boarded the carrier that would take him to god knows where. You had cried as the carrier left the dock while Maverick gave you a tight hug before he gently took you away and back to his house.

The days that passed while your dad was away felt like they were years long. School dragged on forever and you’d have little energy to do anything when you made it back to Maverick and Penny’s house. Maverick would always keep you up to date with what he was told about Bradley’s mission, making sure you knew your dad was safe. He’d always let you know when your dad contacted him, letting Maverick know when he was free so he could call you. Maverick saw how you hid your sadness from your dad, promising him that you were doing okay and that you were getting on well at school. After every phone call, Maverick would sit with you and tell you it’s okay to tell your dad you miss him, but you’d always shake your head and tell him you didn’t want him to worry about you.

“Sweetheart. He misses you too. It’s never easy being apart from family.” Maverick would always say as he held you while you fought back tears. He’d then usually do something to try to take your mind off what was upsetting you by taking you out on his motorbike despite Penny’s objections and he’d buy the both of you ice cream and you’d eat it as you watched the waves crashing against the shore. It helped to ease your mind for a little and you always appreciated Maverick’s efforts. As time went on you started to feel a little better. You still missed your dad like crazy, but Maverick, Penny, and Amelia made life a little easier and you knew that each passing day was one day closer to your dad coming home. One day, you were at school, tapping your pen against your notebook mindlessly as you thought about the question you were reading on the board when one of the office staff opened the door to your classroom and stepped in while apologising to the teacher for the disruption.

“I need y/n Bradshaw to come with me, please.” All eyes fell on you as a crescendo of ‘ooh’ erupted from your classmates as your teacher silenced them quickly.

“y/n, bring all your stuff with you.” The receptionist says as you go to stand up, making you move to scoop all of your books into your bag as you follow her out of the classroom, ignoring the whispers of your classmates as you go. You follow the receptionist to the school office where Maverick is standing, a worried expression on his face.

“Mav, is everything okay?” The innocence of your question and the worry on your face made his eyes instantly grow misty, fighting the tears back even more as he glances over at the receptionist, silently asking for some privacy. The second the receptionist is out of sight; Maverick turns back to you taking a deep breath before he talks.

“y/n, it’s your dad.” Your heart plummeted into your stomach at his words and all Maverick could see at that moment was the same expression he saw from Carole when he had to tell her about Goose.

“What happened?” You asked instantly, worry clawing at your stomach as Maverick gestured for you to follow him. He doesn’t miss you glancing back at the school and then back at him.

“I’ve got you excused for a few days so don’t worry about that. We’ll head to the hospital and explain everything on the way.” Maverick says quickly as he leads you out to Penny’s car that she let him take the moment he told her what was going on. As you get in the car, Maverick explains that not even half an hour ago he got a call from Cyclone informing him that Bradley had been in an accident. He told you how your dad got caught in a jet wash and went into a spin where he was forced to eject but the canopy hadn’t quite cleared because of the spin. The second Maverick got the call he was sprinting out of Top Gun, going to tell Penny what was happening before coming straight to your school after Penny told him to take her car. Maverick continued to explain that while he didn’t know the severity of Bradley’s injuries, he knew he was being brought to the hospital on base. Maverick glanced over at you occasionally as he spoke, and he saw your eyes shining with tears as you processed everything that he was telling you. Maverick was also trying his hardest to fight back the memories of Goose as he drove. What Cyclone had described to Maverick was way too close to what happened with Goose and Maverick was terrified that Bradley was going to meet a similar fate. Despite the surging memories of his best friend and worry for his godson, Maverick was trying to stay strong for your sake because he knew you needed someone to lean on right now and like he did for Carole and Bradley all those years ago, he would do the same for you. When you make it to the hospital, Maverick finds a place to park and the two of you climb out of the car.

The smell of disinfectant was pungent when you walked through the automatic doors of the hospital, making your nose wrinkle instinctively. You stuck to Maverick’s side as he approached the front desk, fear chewing on your stomach as you glance around the hospital seeing doctors and nurses rushing around.

“We’re here for Lieutenant Bradshaw.” Maverick says the second you reach the desk. The receptionist glances up at him and then at you before turning his attention back to his computer.

“Family?” The receptionist asks, looking back up at you and Maverick.

“Yes. I’m his godfather and this is his daughter.” Maverick explains, fighting to keep his cool as the receptionist types away on his computer once more.

“He’s only just been brought in so you guys may have to wait a bit while the doctors assess and treat him.” The receptionist states calmly before gesturing in the direction of the waiting room. You and Maverick head into the waiting room and take seats in the corner of the room, glancing at the other people in the waiting room as you sit down. As you took your seat next to Maverick you couldn’t stop your leg from bouncing anxiously as you waited. You tried flicking through the old magazines to take your mind off being in the hospital, but nothing could soothe your rapidly beating heart and racing thoughts. Out of nowhere, your breaths became short and rapid, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It felt like there was an iron fist closing around your lungs and squeezing them so tight that no air could get in or out of them no matter how hard you tried. You were so frozen with fear and panic that you couldn’t move to get Maverick’s attention until he looked up from his phone. His eyes immediately widened when he realised what was going on. Your wide eyes and shortness of breath were tell-tale signs that you were having a panic attack.

“Hey y/n/n. Look at me.” Maverick says softly, managing to get your attention on him, your teary eyes locking with his. Maverick could see the rapid rising and fall of your chest and his brain started to formulate ideas of how to help you out.

“y/n, sweetheart, can I touch you?” Maverick asks gently, waiting for you to respond and it takes you a moment, but you manage to force a nod. Maverick carefully takes your hand in his and places it on his chest so you could feel his heartbeat and the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“You feel that? Focus on that, okay?” Maverick continues, taking slow, deep breaths for you to follow. Your focus wanders and you start to look around at the people in the waiting room, worried they’re looking at you.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me kid. Just keep focusing on my breathing and try to follow along, okay?” Maverick carefully navigates getting your attention back on him as he squeezes your hand to keep your focus on his breaths. He continues taking slow breaths and quietly counting how long to inhale, hold and release the breaths and he watches as your chest stops rising and falling as rapidly as it was initially. He keeps going until he’s sure the panic attack has passed. He waits for you to speak on your own terms as you take your hand away from him, fiddling with your fingers in your lap as your eyes fall to the floor in front of you.

“Thank you, Mav.” You managed to say, your voice thick with tears as you used the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Maverick asks softly, his gaze not once leaving you as you sniffle before giving him a weak nod.

“I’m better than I was. That was really scary.” You admit, scuffing your shoe against the linoleum floor of the waiting room.

“Yeah, panic attacks can be scary. I say that from experience.” Maverick says, thinking back to all the panic attacks he had after Goose died and how Iceman helped him without hesitation. He thought back to the ones he had when he’d have nightmares of Bradley getting shot down after the uranium mission and how Penny would coach him through getting through them.

“I’m just so scared. What if dad dies? I’ll be alone.” You whisper, tears pooling in your eyes once more and rolling down your cheeks as Maverick pulls you into his arms, gently squeezing you as you bury your face in his jacket.

“Your dad is tough. He’ll make it. But you’d never be alone if something happened. You have me, Penny, Amelia, and all of Dagger Squad.” Maverick says gently as he runs a hand up and down your back soothingly as you hide further in his jacket. Maverick continues to reassure you that your dad was going to be okay. He knew it was most likely a bad idea since he could be giving you false hope, but he had faith that Bradley would pull through. Once you’ve been calmed down, you and Maverick chat quietly to each other for a couple of hours, seeing people leave the waiting room and new people entering until a nurse comes in.

“Family of Lieutenant Bradshaw?” At the nurse’s voice, you and Maverick got out of your seats crossing to the nurse who smiles gently at the two of you.

“Is he okay?” You ask when you reach her.

“Yes. He’s going to make a full recovery. I can take you up to him if you’d like?” You and Maverick immediately nod at her words and follow the nurse up to your dad’s hospital room as you feel relief setting in that he’s going to be okay. When you enter the room, you see your dad lying in his hospital bed, fast asleep as the heart monitor beeps steadily.

“He’s been given a fair amount of pain medication to make sure he’s not feeling any pain, but it’ll also help him rest which is what his body needs to recover.” The nurse explains as you cross to his bedside, pulling up a chair alongside the bed and taking your dad's hand in yours. You hear Maverick thanking the nurse before she leaves and then crosses to you.

“I’m gonna grab us something to eat and drink and call Penny. Will you be okay up here for a bit?” Maverick asks, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to draw your attention to him.

“I’ll be okay, Mav.” You reply quietly, smiling at Maverick who returns with a smile of his own.

“Call or text if you need anything.” Maverick says, ducking down to press a kiss to the top of your head before exiting the room in search of food. You don’t move from your spot, turning your attention back to your dad as you start to talk about what has happened between now and the last time you got to call him. You knew he probably couldn’t hear you, but it brought some form of comfort to just talk to him. You told him about how Maverick took you out on his motorbike and you smiled to yourself, imagining how your dad would react to that. After a while, Maverick reappears in the room with some food and drink which he hands to you, sitting in a seat of his own before pointing at the food with his fork.

“You haven’t eaten in ages, eat up kiddo.” He says, digging into his own food which you follow, not realising how hungry you were until you started eating. You finished your food pretty quickly and thanked Maverick. You and Maverick continue to chat as you hope for your dad to wake up soon. As the sun begins to set, Maverick excuses himself briefly to grab some water and when he returns, he finds that you had fallen asleep. Your head was resting on the bed, and you were still holding onto Bradley’s hand. Just as Maverick crosses to you, a nurse enters the room and smiles at Maverick.

“Visiting hours are over now, sir.” He says with a gentle smile as he looks from Maverick to your sleeping form.

“Can she stay?” Maverick asks, looking at the nurse who nods lightly.

“She can stay. Do you want me to set up a bed for her?” The nurse asks kindly.

“No. No point in disturbing her.” Maverick replies, finding a piece of paper and a pen before scribbling a note for you in case you wake up while he’s gone. After placing the note on the bedside table, he takes his jacket off and drapes it across your shoulders before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“If it’s possible, I’d appreciate it if someone could call me if he wakes up while I’m not here.” Maverick says before finally leaving the room and making his way home to Penny and Amelia.

The next morning when Maverick entered Bradley’s hospital room, you were still asleep, but Bradley was awake, smiling tiredly over at Maverick as he ran a thumb over the back of your hand.

“Hey, Mav.” Bradley mumbles. Maverick lets out a sigh of relief before crossing to his godson.

“Hey, kid. It’s good to see you awake. You scared the shit out of us.” Maverick says as he pulls up the other chair to Bradley’s bedside.

“I scared the shit out of myself too.” Bradley admits with a weak chuckle, wincing when a spark of pain flashes through him.

“Do I need to get a nurse?” Maverick asks, noticing the wince and preparing to stand up and go in search of a nurse.

“No, I’m okay.” Bradley says quickly, his words making Maverick stop his movement and settle back into his seat.

“How’s y/n been?” Bradley then asks, gazing down at you softly as you continued to sleep.

“She’s been okay. She had a panic attack in the waiting room yesterday and she was terrified she was going to lose you. But after getting to come in here with you, I think it helped calm her down.” Maverick explains, adjusting the jacket that had half slipped off during the night.

“Thank you for being there for her Mav.” Bradley says quietly, guilt beginning to gnaw at his stomach for this situation. When he first held you in his arms after you were born, he swore to himself that he’d always be there for you. After losing his dad so young he didn’t want to put you through the same pain that he went through. On every deployment, he would do his absolute best to come home to you. When his jet went into that spin all he could think about was you and if he was going to make it home. Bradley gently wiggles his hand free from your grip and begins to run his hand through your hair, smiling lightly to himself when you begin to stir. When your eyes blink open Bradley gently ruffles your hair.

“There she is.” He says with a grin as you focus on your surroundings, sitting up suddenly when you realise your dad is awake.

“Dad, you’re okay!” You exclaim happily, tears welling in your eyes at seeing your dad awake and smiling.

“I’m okay.” He repeats, accepting the hug you embrace him in. You tried to be mindful of his injuries, but Bradley didn’t care, he just wanted to give you a hug.

“I missed you. Deployments suck.” You mumble into his shoulder.

“I missed you more. And yes, deployments do suck.” Bradley replies with a chuckle as you pull away from the embrace, sitting back in your chair and handing Maverick his jacket which had slipped off in your excitement. You quickly wipe at your eyes to rid them of any tears.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?” Bradley asks softly, regarding you with his gentle gaze.

“I’m doing better now I know you’re okay.” You admit with a small smile. Before anything else could be said, a nurse enters the room with a bright smile on her face.

“It’s good to see you awake Lieutenant Bradshaw. How’s the pain for you?” The nurse asks kindly as she picks up his chart.

“It’s not too bad. I’m sure I’m meant to be in a lot more pain given what happened to me so whatever meds you’re giving me are doing their job.” Your dad says with a grin as the nurse scribbles things down before checking his iv and monitors.

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re not in pain. I’ll leave you be for a bit, but I’ll have to come back to check you over.” The nurse says, writing some more things down before returning the chart and leaving the room.

“Do you want to head home and get some rest, y/n/n? I can’t imagine the sleep you had last night wasn’t great given that you were hunched over.” Bradley asks when he notices your attempt to hide a yawn behind your hand.

“No, I’m okay. I just want to be with you.” You say quickly, shaking your head adamantly as Bradley smiles knowingly. He knew you were scared of him being out of your sight and something happening while you were not there. He knew he’d be exactly the same if it were you in the hospital bed. He wanted you to rest comfortably but he knew any debate with you was a losing one, you’ve had him wrapped around your little finger since the day you were born.

“Alright then.” Bradley chuckles, looking over at Maverick who shrugs jokingly.

“I think she’s sticking by your side until you’re out of hospital.” Maverick says with a smile as he pats you on the back.

“I guess this is what I should expect when I raise a daddy’s girl, huh?”

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yaut-jaknowit · 10 months ago

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Hi there! I wanted to say that I love your work and I’m really enjoying seeing all the good shit you put out! Tbh me and my twin have been eating up the story with We’ar-ow! We’ve sorta created our own character to fit in as the reader, and we chat about each update after you post them! It’s a fun little book club in a way! If you ever end up publishing any books, be sure to tell! I love your writing style it’s so distinct and enjoyable!

Also! I wonder how yautja would react to a real short s/o (imma dude and being 5’2 sucks a lot, my mom had to fuck a short king sigh) I had to grab something next to my couch that’s only 2 feet off the ground and I almost flipped my body over reaching. I can’t even wrap my arms around my knees when sitting either

I am able to reach a lot of small things hidden around my house, and I’m really good at anything small with my hands like sewing- tbh that’s the only upside

also quick yautja question- do you think they’re able to produce twins or triplets? Mostly asking cuz I’m one! :p

also I’m so thankful for you writing for readers who aren’t female! it really warms my heart <3 sometimes it can hard to find non female readers and x male readers help with my dysphoria

Short King

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x Mas!Reader

Word Count: 692

Summary: After the countless times you've fallen off of places or even found yourself somewhere you're not suppose to be, your wonderful mates have gotten you a step stool. Uihoy understands the frustrations himself. But he doesn't want you getting hurt.

Author Note: I'm so thankful and love this message so much. And the fact you chat about my writings?! Seeing this message for the first had me squealing and kicking my feet like a school girl. I hope one day I'll publish books but for now, I stick to writing fanfics about being dicked down by aliens.

P.s. Gonna be honest, I never knew how many AMABs liked Yautjas. I'm used to fangirls since I'm one myself. But I'm happy to help fill in the hole for the lack of AMAB writtens

Masterlist

Ao3

Knowing some Yautjas out there, they have a size kink. So you being much smaller than them goes burr for them.

They can also wrap themselves around you easier. It makes for the best cuddling sessions because they can probably almost encase you completely. That way, they can protect you better!

They also wouldn’t treat too much different either. They might ensure your items are closer to the ground so you don’t have to climb as much to reach them.

A step stool around either their ship or hut on Yautja Prime is necessary. They wouldn’t want you to go without it either. Less climbing means less danger for you! Safe on the ground floor where you can’t bust your head open.

After one close call with a fall, your mate wouldn’t want you to even think about getting on the damned counters again. So, he got you a step stool.

Once in awhile, you’ll see him use it too. Don’t let him know or say a damn word about it.

Plus, imagine those with the size difference kink. You desperately trying to reach something too far above you. They come up behind you, squishing your body to either the counter or wall. That day ended up differently than you originally thought.

Seeing the way your hand barely fits in their palm. They’re purring up a storm and holding you close.

As for the twins and triplets: yes, it is possible but a very rare occurrence. With their head structure, it’s already hard to push out one. It also puts a huge strain on their bodies. Some go through with the pregnancy if they believe they can endure the journey. Others don’t to save them either the downfall of an unnecessary death of themselves or their children.

I believe in some cultures of the Yautja, it’s celebrated if a female produces more than one offspring and survived. It is a feat that many don’t endure or survive.

Hands encased your hips and pinned you to the counter. A heavy body draped acrossed your back. Hot air caressed the shell of your ear. “What does little hunter think gonna do?” a grumbly voice spoke, slightly scolding you for what might have been a dangerous action. At least in those bright orange eyes of his.

Your entire body jumped at the sudden feel before relaxing, head titling to the side. Uihoy’s profile met your gaze. “I have no idea what you mean,” you brushed off. “I’m just trying to grab a bowl.” That was only thing that was the second shelf they hadn’t moved yet. You best believe it will be after today.

Uihoy snorted then reached above you and grabbed hold of the item you were attempting to take. It was placed before you on the counter in front of you.

The hand left on your hip drifted up to clasp hold of your throat. A finger was used to tilt your head back. Uihoy leaned over you to look you in the eye. “Next time, use the stool,” he scolded and pinched the column of your throat in warning.

Your shoulders sagged, eyes rolling with attitude. “But Uie! I was fine. Three feet off the ground ain’t gonna kill me,” you complained and leaned your weight against the short Yautja. His body barely even wavered at the added weight.

“No, but Uihoy might if little hunter doesn’t listen.” There was no bite in his words. You groaned.

His hold on you slipped away. He took a step away from you. You snatched the bowl off of the counter in front of you and marched over to the refrigerator-like device in the wall.

As you pulled out the stew made yesterday to consume as a mid-day lunch, you narrowed your eyes on Uihoy. The Yautja still stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island. With a spoon, you pointed it at him, non-threatening. “You’re lucky I love you enough I won’t smack you for calling me short,” you pouted and poured some of the stew to fill half the bowl.

A disgruntled grunt sounded from the elder. “My heart is yours, little one.”

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #uihoy

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deadend-if · 4 months ago

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This is just to give you guys a better idea about the game!

Where is this taking place?

The MC, A, and S will start in the city they live in together. M will also be there, but you won't meet K until Chapter One starts (sorry). Once Chapter One starts the rest of the game will be in the underworld!

The underworld? Which one?

Great question!!! All of them!!! I have taken my inspiration from... so many things. I'm sure there is a depiction out there similar to mine, nothing is original or something? It will get explained in the game but it can't hurt to give a little summary of it! The underworld is surprisingly easy to reach if you know where to look. The old doors are deep within catacombs and cave systems, but in the modern world, it becomes a problem to bring massive amounts of souls down twisting tunnels and tight passageways. So, when the subway system was implemented in big cities around the world, the denizens of the dead decided it worked for them, too. The underworld became the city of the dead, built with skyscrapers that reach toward no sky, and streetlights that have no stars to outshine. At the lowest level, souls are in turmoil, writhing in memories of people and tasks they left behind. The highest point is occupied by misty, formless wisps who have left behind everything they knew and loved to seek an audience with the Council of Rot. It's a crooked city of souls that linger on the cusp of something new, or something old. Hardly anyone knows what happens after the dead are done being, well, dead.

What kind of customization will the MC have?

You'll be able to choose your name, pronouns, gender identity (trans or not), hair color and length, eye color, height, college major, room/apartment decoration/general style, and smaller details like tattoos, freckles, glasses, etc. MC will also have different job options, though limited, along with some choices on their backstory, mostly focused on death and family dynamics. You can choose why S has a rivalry with MC, one-sided or not. I am also adding a childhood pet choice! And if you ever have an idea on something small to add to the customization feel free to let me know! I'll do my best to accommodate it, but I'm still not great with twine lol...

What are the non-customizable features of MC?

There will be limited choices for your background, job, and rivalry, but I'm hoping to leave a lot of options on the table for your MCs. That being said, your MC will always have a neutral-to-good relationship with A and a neutral-to-bad relationship with S at the beginning of the story. You will also have a set age (27) for various reasons. There might be more later, but I want to keep a lot of options on the table for you guys. The ending may seem a bit rail-roady (I don't know 100% yet) so I want to leave a lot of wiggle room for other things.

Personality Stats? Skill checks?

Yeah, so there won't really be "skill checks" in the typical sense, whoops. This story will have personality choices and some other variables that will change the game, but there won't be any failing/passing checks or rolling dice. MC's personality stats will affect flavor text and it will be the classic types like stoic, cheerful, shy, bold, etc. Your most game-changing stats are going to be MC's feelings on death and attachment to living. You determine A's fate, and maybe everyone else's, too. Who knows? :)

On the topic of NSFW and RO asks

The main reason I'm not including NSFW in this IF is because I genuinely don't think it would fit well in the plot at any point. That plus the fact that I, myself, am asexual... I don't think I could even begin to do it justice lol. It would be just... cringe guys, you wouldn't even want it. I can't really say anything though, I'm writing romance while also aromantic :/ I intend to keep this blog and the story away from anything NSFW. While I, personally, don't care about those asks, I want to create a space without NSFW topics. I'm also wary of people asking NSFW questions about asexual characters (Mortimer/A). Romance/SFW asks/scenarios/prompts about worldbuilding or ROs are totally fine, and I will be sososo happy to answer them.

Updates and Timeframe

Guys... I hate to break it to you... but I may be slow on the updates (shocking, I know). I want to write as much as I can, but I am also a college student writing this on a whim. I love this story, I've been thinking about it and scribbling ideas for it for about 2 years now. I don't want to abandon it, but there may be long stretches of silence sometimes. I WILL say something if it goes on hiatus or goes dark completely, I won't leave you hanging! This story will go through a lot of changes, I change my mind about things all the time, so you may be getting a lot of random updates of me changing (seemingly) unimportant things, sorry in advance. Lowkey might take years to write this :)

This will update with time! :D

#FAQ post #FAQ #dead end if #if game #interactive fiction #twine game #twine if #interactive novel #dead end

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 5 months ago

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Not a question, just a small rant. I read your prompt about people complaining about the first of your book being too much for them and basically wanting you to change your art to fit their needs. I'm not sorry when I say then they should leave and cry somewhere else. I get so sick of these people having nothing else better to do than cry and moan because it's not something they want it to be. When the truth is, it's your art, your plan, and your hard work. It's your vision to where you want your story to go. It's just so aggravating to read not only yours but so many other hard working writers comments about, this is to much, this is too little, why can't we do this or that. Well you know what? It's because it's the writers book, their vision, and their hard work that brings these wonderful stories to life, and if they don't like it, then go write your own damn story the way you want it. I'm sorry to you, that you had to put up with that and it was so much that you actually did change some of your writing. Anyways, this was a bit of a longer rant than I planned, sorry 🤐 I'll stop now. I hope you're doing well and don't change your vision because people want to whine and cry about the way they think your vision should go. Hope you're have a wonderful week so far!! Take care 😉

Omg this is very sweet of you to say! 😊💙

Ngl I thought for a moment you meant to send this to another author because 100% I feel like most get bullied by their audience. I had to think when I might have gotten some pestering feedback but I think the only repetitive negative feedback I got was people saying it was too depressing in the beginning.

Which honestly I always expected since this has always been my writing style, I mean, the name of the story does revolve around an inside joke between me and my best friend how we both have mommy issues and how I can always find a way to make a comedy a tragedy lol.

I never really let it bother me or let it affect my writing, I don't want people thinking the story is all doom and gloom so I preface in the stories introduction that things do get better for the MC. But I also know that I enjoy making people cry with my writing, soooo... yeah.

But thank you so much for sending this, it's really sweet of you. I feel like more authors need to know they do not need to bend to what some people want when it's their story to tell. Not all stories are for everyone but better to make your story and be happy when some people like it for the way they wrote it!

I hope you wave a wonderful day or night, and if it's as hot where you are just like it is for me here; I hope both sides of your pillow is cold when you sleep because I am boiling. 💙

#omwat #ask #authors note

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years ago

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Hello!! I don't know if your still writing or taking requests or anything but I was wandering if you could, do a headcanon on how the potc characters would react if reader was like really cold please? But if you are not taking any requests all good!! I love your work!💗

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

How they react to you being cold🥶

Jack sparrow

It was winter, the pearl had travelled into the arctic sea. Snow droplets melted as they touched the sea's water.

You were swabbing the deck, it was so cold, and you had but only a single layer of coating on you.

Freezing, all you felt was the cold. You wanted to burn the cargo using the wood and clothes off the other sailors.

Jack was at the helm; his beard and hair were frozen into icesickles of hair.

Master gibbs had trailed the stairs to ask Jack. "Captain, we've prepared to set course".

Jack confirmed with Master Gibbs "Aye, master Gibbs".

Suddenly master Gibbs set his eyes on you, you held your coat around you.

"Jack, tha' swab o'er there, don'tcha thin tha lass/lad/y/n be freezin" Gibbs questioned.

Jack looks down to you, in the distance Gibbs said "poor lass/lad/y/n".

Jack walked off the helm while smiling at master Gibbs "keep an eye on er for me master Gibbs".

Jack strutted down the stairs and walked by you.

"Y'know, standin' round ere ain't really a good idea love" Jack pointed out.

"Not that I judge, but, I don't think being an icicle was apart of our little plan, now, was it, savvy" Jack held a playful smirk.

You weren't in the mood to argue as you focused on getting warmer "what do you want captain".

Jack without warning took off his coat and held it out to you.

"Now, you can take it or--I'm sure your well on your way from being an icicle mate" Jack smiled, perking his cattish like eyes.

You grabbed Jack's coat with no thought and held it around you. It was bigger, and the cuffs of the sleeves couldn't even fit around your arm.

It was warmer though, no wonder the captains coat was much better then anything.

"Keep it til it's warmer, we should be heading out of this soon" Jack strutted off to find some rum. He hid the cargo somewhere, where no one can find it due to the suspension the crew may want to burn it for a fire.

You smile to yourself while thanking jack "thank you jack".

Will Turner

You were on the black pearl, sailing to try and rescue Elizabeth from the clutches of Captain Barbossa.

You sitting at the side freezing, Will stood over Jack as he worriedly kept an eye on you.

"Jack, I don't think y/n's well, she looks cold" will pointed out.

"Well, I would say, if it were me" Jack gave a little advice "say something, incredibly flattering, charm the lass/lad/person and drink under the covers".

Will looked at Jack confused and awkwardly Said "I think I'll just offer her a coat actually".

Will walked down the stairs to find you cold. "Your freezing y/n" will immediately take's off his coat and places it around you.

"Come on, let's go inside, we'll need your help later" will smiled.

"Oh I'm sure they certainly will, dear William" Jack interrupted just to be annoying.

Will gave a quick look up to Jack before helping you in the cabin.

Once you were inside, Will placed a few of the hammocks blankets around you.

"Don't worry y/n, you'll warm up soon" will smiled.

You leaned into Will's shoulder as he tensed up, not many women had done this before.

Will hugged you back as on the outside jack whispered to master gibbs as he walked past.

"So, I have one curious question on my mind, do you think the lass/lad/person will fancy our dear William or perhaps he'll fancy Elizabeth".

"Are ye asking fer a bet jack" Gibbs questioned.

Elizabeth swann

You were sailing into the end of the world, a place with uncharted waters.

Everyone was freezing, turning into icicles but they weren't as bad as you.

You shook so much, you were worried you might fall into pieces.

"I'm quite worried about y/n, I don't think they have anything warm on" Elizabeth whispered to will.

Will turned to face y/n "I feel sorry for her".

Elizabeth walked toward you, she offered her own coat to you.

"Here, I don't want you to catch a cold" she smiled with a sympathetic expression.

You shivered as you took her coat.

"Once we find Jack, he'll know how to get us out of this" she looked down--she felt guilty knowing she killed off jack sparrow.

You nodded; jack sparrow was gone and now you set a course toward the end of the world. Sailing with Captain Barbossa, wasn't the same as sailing with jack but at least he was a smart captain.

Elizabeth looked out over the horizon, at least she had you, will and the captain.

You felt like punching jack for just leaving you in this state, you were like a family--only he chose to go down with his ship.

"I miss jack" you admitted.

Elizabeth played along, she expressed a lie to try and hide the guilt "I, I know Jack's out there, he's a captain, he'll know his way out".

You smiled, her reassurance was comforting. You hug her thinking she felt the same.

She hugged back however she looked disappointed in herself for lying to the whole crew including Will.

Henry turner

You stood at the front of the forecastle; the bowsprit stood out in the front of you.

Henry stood at the front of the main deck, you held a single piece of fabric around your shoulders.

It was the witching hour of the night, the stars shined above you. The foremast stood over you as the topgallant, top and forecourse sail blew with a strong gust yet the briny deep was calm.

Henry climbed the steps to look out for you; Carina and Jack were navigating the helm.

He noticed at first sight, as he reached the top of the final step. You were shivering.

The gust of wind blew at a normal speed to carry the ship to safe waters.

"Y/n, your cold" Henry called out.

Henry wanted to tell Jack, it might've been best to bring you below deck like the orlop.

At least then you would've been warm.

"Nay, I'm fine, don't fret over me, Henry" you reassured him.

However, Henry brought you an extra blanket from the quarters of the crew. It might not have been much--perhaps not the fanciest of silken sheets but, it helped in a way.

You curled with the blanket over you, perhaps this was stolen before Jack had the ship.

Henry and you stood at the forecastle as Carina back at the quarter deck watched with an envious eye.

"So, think Henry boy catch er/im/em' fancy" Jack teased.

Carina snapped "I don't know, even if I did know should it really be my business".

Carina Smyth

Carina and Barbossa were at the helm, she knew the map toward the trident.

The map showed inside the diary of Galileo, the Ruby inside had enlighten a path within the pages.

Barbossa hadn't told anyone who he truly was to Carina and...probably for the best.

You were tied up along with Henry and Jack at the Main mast.

Your teeth was chattering, Chittering; your whole body was shaking.

Carina was busy steering the ship; she glances up to see if your alright.

Carina requests the captain "Captain, I wish to speak with y/n, at least untie her/him/them".

"An' why do ye need tha' em" Barbossa asked.

"You can keep Jack and Henry tied, it's just y/n I need, she/he/they has the other coordinates to the map" Carina pleaded.

Barbossa rolled his eyes and asked merlot and Murry to untie you.

Jack pleaded "oi, what about me, I'm practically the captain of the pear--mmmf" Jack had a piece of rag shoved in his mouth by Jack the monkey.

Barbossa demanded "yer' ta navigate".

You ran to Carina's arms, you were freezing like a snowflake.

Carina grabbed your hands to try and calm you.

"I need you to be brave for me y/n, once we find the trident, we'll soon seek land and you'll be safe" Carina promised.

Merlot and Mullroy were both guarding their post when Carina ordered.

"She's/he's/their freezing can't I have a coat" she asked.

"Orders of the captain" merlot spoke.

"I just need a coat, I'll return it afterwards" Carina reasoned.

Merlock gave Carina his coat, seeing as he thought it would be best not to argue.

Carina came toward you and wrapped the coat around your body. She tucked it around your shoulders.

"Try and keep warm, God knows how long we have until we reach the trident" she whispers.

Hector Barbossa

Hector was standing at the helm, holding up a gold Spanish coin, twirling it in between his fingers.

You were up at the forecastle, overlooking the bowsprit. Hector caught the gold coin in between his fingers, it was aligned with your body as he noticed you shivering.

Barbossa knew it was a gusty wind out at sea. It was part of being a pirate, putting up with extreme weather conditions.

He debated for a moment; dare he show a soft side or, dare he remain heavy hearted and let you put up with it.

Barbossa growled to himself "argh".

He placed the Spanish doubloon in his pocket before heading toward the forecastle.

He stomped up the steps, looking rather annoyed. "Ain't-che cold missy/laddie/y/n, why in tha blazes arrr' ye not below deck".

"Whaddya' tryna ta do, freeze ta death" his frustrated tone overtook his gruff voice.

You were shivering, you didn't have time to argue with the captain. You didn't think it was a bother, after all barbossa was busy.

"Ye addle girly/sailor/person, here, take it n' don't-che start takin' it off til' I say, ye understand?" Barbossa took off his black, blue-ish coat and forcefully wrapped it around you. (Addle: a pirate term for foolish/stupid).

"Why, t-thank you, captain" you grabbed the coat gently. It was much more oversized than your arm length.

He climbed down below to mend the helm at the quarter-deck, his blouse was blowing in the wind.

"Stow yerself below tha berth n' get warm" he didn't say more than that. (Birth: the sleeping quarters of the crew).

You wrapped the captain's coat around yourself and smiled.

James norrington

James had been standing outside the main yard near Beckett's office.

The naval guards and soldiers were all in line awaiting their next venture to track down Sparrow.

In the distance, he spotted a woman wearing a gown with full length-skirtings and frills at the end./ a man wearing a coat with his hair tied back and buckled shoes/ a person wearing breeches and an oversized coating with flat buckled shoes.

You held but a single blanket of hand-crafted wool drape over your shoulder.

James quickly rushed toward you to get you away from Beckett's men. He feared Mr Mercer may have you killed for accompanying Elizabeth who was associated with Sparrow.

"Y/n, I cannot protect you all the time if you keep following me" James protested.

You shake your head "belay that James, why in heavens are you venturing out to have youself killed".

"You know Lord Beckett holds no mercy for mere men like yourself" you argued.

"Do you honestly think he'll feel show the same for you" James snapped in a whisper.

"Don't ever speak of Sparrow out loud less you wish to have a short drop and sudden stop" he firmly spoke.

"Listen to me, leave Port Royal, don't stay here and buy yourself a home in London" James grabbed your arm and tried to get you out of the fort.

"I don't deny, my actions were not redeemable, but, I wish for the safety of you and Elizabeth" he spoke.

You were shaking, it seemed the wind had picked up that day.

"Oh blazes your freezing up" he took off his formal coat and wrapped it around you.

"Listen, there's merchants ship near the port, dock it as soon as your there and sail far away from here" he spoke with a final farewell.

"Don't bid me those words as your final farewell and come, come with me" you pleaded.

"I'm afraid I can't, you'll be safe, now, go" he ordered as you started to pick up the pace.

James watched as you left, the further you went the more he started to feel guilty. He betrayed the two most former people he cared for.

Cutler Beckett

You were outside of Beckett's manor, you stood at the front balcony shivering. Your full-length gown coated in a pattern with full skirtings was lightly breezing in the wind. Your hair was up in a pouffe with a coiled curl just touching your shoulder./ your noble robe with a full-length coating lightly breezed in the wind. Your hair was in a wig or draped down in coils touching the back of your shoulder blade./ you wore a lengthy coat with frills coming out the end, your hair was in a style you wanted at the time.

Beckett had his black bicorne hat placed on the nightstand and his Caine leaned against the fine smooth wall. Cutler's noble, full black coat was draped over the fine, crafted mahogany chair.

He laid down in the fit-sheeted silk, blankets.

"If you're still planning to freeze to death, I suggest you come to bed with your betrothed" Beckett calmly spoke.

"No, it's all well, I am merely admiring the view" you replied.

"Admiring the cold air my dear is fairly foolish" Beckett sarcastically spoke.

"Admiring your obsession to bestow Sparrow at the gallows is fairly foolish my husband" you replied to his insult.

Lord Beckett drank his tea in silence, his wig was placed delicately at the side of the bed side table.

"Touche, yet, your reasonings are still meaningless if you're still standing out in the cold" Beckett calmly placed the teacup to his lips. "Therefore proving my point".

You turn around to your calm, cold husband; sitting on the edge of the bed drinking tea.

"Have you ever shown mercy Cutler" you asked.

"Once upon a time ago" he calmly smiled.

You could feel his beady, cold eyes staring directly at you. He was teasing you, mocking you to prove his point.

Davy Jones

You were human, you weren't able to travel on the flying Dutchman due to his curse.

Davy would surface every couple of years and until then you waited.

One day when he did resurface, you got the chance to be on the Dutchman.

You were cold, on that day, it was windy.

You stood at the railing of the main deck, you were shivering with a wrapped, mouldy, barnacle blanket around you.

Bootstrap Bill would've offered more but the captain would've done worse if he interfered.

Davy was playing his organ when he heard a knock at the door.

"Haw dae ya ditsarb Mae-uh" he shouts.

Davy opened the door to see you, shivering cold as an icicle.

He growls "wha' be yar pleas-ah".

"Captain, would ye be kind and allow me ta seek quarter in your cabin" you asked, desperate for warmth.

Davy allowed you on this ship, after all, you were freed after he made a deal with Calypso.

Davy snorted through his one tentacle which popped and allowed you inside.

You went near the warmest spot you could find and sat there. You felt like an old lady/man/person, sitting for warmth.

The cabin was dripping wet, all the furniture was covered in barnacles and coral; chairs, the table and even the organ.

Davy trailed near the organ, he didn't want to explain the reason he plays a certain song.

You asked "you play captain, c-can I hear it".

Davy's tentacles twirled, he decided to play for you, as you were the only human he could stand.

He sat down "ah, ain't bah gahd".

He placed his tentacles down and started to play, he used his hand for some notes as well.

It was soulful to your ears, it wasn't like anything you've seen on land.

You walk up behind him and place your hands around his chest, hugging him from behind as he played.

Tia Dalmer

One night, in the swamps of the jungle. You and Tia hid away in a small shack.

The shack was covered in moss, insects and illuminating lights that were only dim enough to see the small shelter.

Tia was mending away at her ingredients while you stood with a cotton blanket over your shoulder.

You shivered with a cold breeze touching your arms and face.

Tia spoke without looking up "I know when your freezing child, come, it's warmer inside".

"No, I'm fine, believe me I've been through worse" you reassured her.

Tia got up from her seat; a wooden stool, and walked behind you.

She placed her arms around your chest, persuading you to come inside.

"Dear girl/boy/y/n, I am no fool, your body shakes with coldness and I feel no warmth" Tia lightly ushered you inside.

You lightly back away into the warmth with Tia.

Angelica tech

Angelica had rescued you from her father's cruelty. You were a concubine/ex-sailor/a merperson who was under the protection of the captain.

Angelica unfortunately couldn't save you from being forced along on the adventure.

You were dripping wet from white cap bay. The mermaids had pulled you in thinking you were a sailor lured by their songs.

Angelica saw how cold you were and immediately offered you her coat.

"I promise you, I won't let you drown in the salobre profundo" she firmly spoke. (Translation: briny deep).

Angelica helped you up to get you near a fire.

Jack watched Angelica as she helped her profounded new lover.

"Went well I assume" he smiled.

"NOT, now Jack" Angelica snapped.

"Angelica who's that" you questioned.

"A bastardo from my past," Angelica said no more than that.

In reality, Jack left Angelica at the altar when she took her vows. He stole her innocence, corrupted her and Angelica went her own way. Though there's no denying, Jack had stirring feelings for her.

Angelica sat by the fire where the other crew decided to see if any mermaids were alive.

"Jack corrupted me--I was in love for the first time, i was naieve to believe Jack and I were in love" Angelica explained, sitting next to you.

"But you found me, Angelica I won't corrupt you" you promised.

Angelica smiled "unfortunately, your too late".

"Then, I'll stay with you, I'll take my vows upon the sweet Anne's revenge and be loyal" you protested.

Angelica was astounded you were so determined to be devoted to her. "Aye then, if thats what you promised".

Edward tech

You were a concubine/ex-sailor/merperson captured on board the sweet Anne's revenge.

Angelica had brought you to her father as a prize and wondered what to do with you.

He ordered you to be keelhauled or skinned as you walked the plank.

However, you've proven yourself worthy in his favour.

As you travelled through the jungle, you approached a cliff.

Jack was ordered to jump down however, you felt cold as you got to the top.

"Cold, are you my dear" the captain noticed.

"Best not be letting a wench/sailor/merperson freeze to death then" he tormented.

"Jack, you'll go first" he commanded.

"Hang on, father, the woman/man/y/n should go first, we need Jack" Angelica protested.

"Angelica, our dear y/n is freezing and it seems Jack has volunteered" he grabbed out his sword and ordered Jack to Jump.

Angelica took off her Jacket and went "fine, I'll go".

Before Jack ran and Jumped over the cliff screaming.

"He survived" the captain moved on, he didn't have time to wait around for Jack.

"Did you see that, because I won't be doing that again" he swam to the shore.

You were shocked, you weren't ordered to die, perhaps you were chosen to live. A reason unknown.

Joshamee Gibbs

You were cold, Jack hadn't thought of the windy breeze which brought the pearl faster than its usual speed.

Joshamee Gibbs was shaking cold, he thought about starting a fire inside.

Gibbs was standing by the railing, on the main deck.

He noticed you shivering with a fever.

"Lass/lad/y/n, Aye ye best warm up, we be headin inta' unsturdy waters" Gibbs pointed out.

Master Gibbs handed you a blanket, taken from the birth below.

It wasn't a silken, cotton sheet but instead was a light-threaded wool blanket, stolen from a merch ship.

You took the blanket as Master Gibbs started to tell a story.

"Aye, did I ever tell yer about a story between me and sparrah, headin inta tha most deadliest waters" he smiled.

"It be colder than this, men's lives were almost but, we ended up near tha end of the world" he explained.

He was referring to the tale of when he had to get Jack Sparrow from the dead and they sailed through the artic.

You listened full of interest and sat with Master Gibbs, drinking rum.

Phillip Swift

Phillip was forced to be brought along with Jack Sparrow and Syerna.

He was walking with the crew until he noticed you shivering.

Phillip immediately places his coat over your shoulders without any second thought.

One of the crew mates glared at Phillip as he stared worryingly back.

"Just a bit more further" he whispered. "I promise we'll be there soon".

He picked you up and started to carry you to pick up the pace so you weren't greeted with a whip from the cat-o-ninetails.

"I promise, under gods watchful eye, thee shall not harm you" he smiled.

Syrena

Syrena wasn't warm blooded like most humans, her body was adapted to handle cold waters.

Syrena wasn't aware of human temperature until she came turned into one.

She was dragged along with the crew, you were a prisoner, forced to come and find the fountain.

You were shivering for the most part, Syrena took notice.

She placed her hands to yours and said "you shake, your skin is cold".

Syrena, albeit not exactly greatly, wrapped her coat; from which Phillip gave to her. Placing it around your body.

"Your skin should heat up soon" Syrena smiled.

"Keep moving" a crewmate shoved the two of you to keep walking.

You looked up and defended Syrena "It's not her fault".

Syrena looked up to you as if you were her savouir.

Ragetti and Pintel

Ragetti and Pintel were busy looking through all their loot that the crew had just pillaged.

"You's knows, I wonder how's its feels ta be like them fancy people's" Ragetti asked as he picked up diamonds and doubloons.

"Them fancy peacock's ain't know wha's missin" Pintel smiled at all the gold, doubloons and silver.

They both heard someone coming closer, they both peak toward the darkness.

"Avast you's bilgin lubber, we's saw's it first n' therefore it's mine" Pintel growled.

Ragetti kept his gaze focused on the other side.

A person emerged from the darkness which only turned out to just be y/n.

"Wha's you want, bugger off, we's found it first" Pintel warned.

You were shivering cold, your teeth chattered more then anything.

"I-i think she's/he's/they's cold, perhaps runnin' a fever" Ragetti pointed out.

"Well's we ain't gonna give em, any o' our treasure" Pintel greedily said.

Ragetti approached the young member "oi's, you right? Do ye's need ta warm up".

"We's ave a bunch o' stolen coats from them fancy men tha' could elp ya" Ragetti pointed.

You shook your head, as Ragetti grabbed a coating that its sleeves were big with frills hanging out the end.

You took it and wrapped it around yourself.

"You's best not get any ideas" Pintel replied.

You sat down as the two men stared with little to no words.

They wanted the gold but had the feeling you weren't interested in it.

Ragetti perked up "Aye, reminds me of tha time we's were freezin' cold in tha artic briny deep".

"Aye, is that so" you smiled.

"Yea's, I swears I could ear es' teeth chatterin', we weres tha cold" Ragetti smiled.

"Your's chattering were louder than mine!" Pintel argued back.

You smiled at the two attempting to warm you up.

Bootstrap Bill

You were keeping an eye up above the crows nest, you had resurfaced for the first time in years.

Bootstrap was swabbing the deck until he looked up to see you freezing.

He couldn't speak in front of the crew, he had to be smart and keep his thoughts to himself.

He kept to task, feeling bad for your freezing temperature.

When you came down from the crow's nest, Davy had entered into his captains quarters.

Bootstrap Bill quietly and swiftly came to your side "here, take it, you'll need it to survive".

He gave you his wet coat, you took it and wrapped it around yourself before Bill scurried off with his work.

He had to be careful, he didn't want Davy Jones finding out and punishing him with the cat-o-nines whip.

"Careful, kid, keep your wits about you and you'll live" Bill spoke before swabbing the deck again.

Redd the pirate

Redd was wandering the town of Tortuga, a rum bottle in her hand with her red gown flowing in the wind.

Aye, redd was an astonishing pirate, a lass with strong bones and attitude. Many lads when they see her shout "we want the red head".

Her story was a sad tale, one that involved being sold off.

She was a part of Barbossa's old crew from the wicked wench.

She learnt how to fend for herself and shoot when necessary.

One day, redd came across a lonely lass/lad/person who shivered with chills to the bone.

"Aye, freezin temp ain't it" Redd smirked at the newcomer.

"I'd welcome yer ta Tortuga but this don't seem like tha place fer a person like yourself" she winked.

Redd offered you a coat she took from a local "ere', lad gave it ta me as a well--"kind" offer" to put it bluntly, a sailor who mistook her for a wench.

You accepted the warm coat and wrapped it around yourself.

"Aye, be careful out thar, not many sailors be as kind as me" she smiled.

With that, Redd walked off and bid you farewell.

Anamaria

Anamaria was furious, furious at Jack for stealing her ship.

The jolly mon, Jack had taken it and sunk it.

She couldn't forgive him after that.

Anamria noticed how cold you were while she was up at the helm.

Anamria wanted to help instead, she took off her coat and gave it to you.

"Here this'll keep you warm until we reach the island of isla de Meruta" she offered you her brown coat.

You took the coat and wrapped it around you.

You smiled to yourself "thank you".

"It wasn't much, you need to warm up when out at sea, otherwise frost bite gets the best of ya" she walked back to the helm.

You embrace her jacket with a smile and a grateful feeling.

Armando Salazar:

Armando was manning the helm when he saw you.

You were freezing; feeling proud and polite, he approached you with a genuine feeling.

"You look frozen, hm, I could offer you my coat but, that wouldn't do much heh" he smiled.

"Here, this coat is my pride, my possession" he tried to make small talk.

You took it, you couldn't help but think how kind Captain Salazar was being despite his horrible past.

"Once we are free, once I capture Jack Sparrow, I'll set you free" it was unknown if he was lying or telling the truth.

Armando was unpredictable, he lost his mind after he died along with his crew.

You were trapped on his ship for eternity after joining it.

You hoped once Armando was human, he would take you to see the world.

A place that was far from the curses of the sea.

Arabella smith:

Arabella was amongst the crew of Jack Sparrow.

She, Bill and Jack were all in a crew the barnacles.

Arabella had finished speaking with bootstrap Bill, she approached you with the feeling you were freezing.

"These waters ain't kind toward the likes of us" she sat with you.

"Aye, I know but, hopefully, Jack knows what he's doing" you smile.

"He's a witty lad, I can say he's ta be trusted fer now" she had a hope of confidence in her tone.

You and arabella sat around the fire, she began dating Billy Turner as to which Arabella's mother didn't approve.

She was a tough lass, commanding her ship at times and even being on par with Jack Sparrow.

You joined the crew after you heard of Jack's idea, you were the navigator for the barnacle crew.

You kept an eye out for Arabella ever since she found you in Tortuga when she was a waitress at the faithful bride.

Murtogg and mulroy

You were a noble seeking through the docks of Port Royal when you noticed how cold it was.

The guards stood their ground, they bidded you a greeting.

"Evenin' madam/sir/y/n, fine morning ain't it" mulroy greeted.

"As always a fine morning" murtogg agreed.

"Tha's wha I just said" Mulroy argued.

"I know, I was only complementing it" Murtogg replied.

"It's rather cold, don't you think" you noticed the cool breeze.

"Aye, but nothing better than taking a stroll in Port Royal in a fine morning" mulroy replied.

"Right...I'll be on my way as you were gents" you politely smiled.

"Ang' on', ain't-cha feelin' cold" murtogg noticed.

"No, I'm fine really" you didn't want to get in trouble for disturbing the guards.

"Here love, a complimentary gift from us, serving and protecting the fine town" Mulroy gave out a coat; it was from the royal navy.

"Thank you" you replied.

"No problem's, if you sees anyfin' suspicious, give us a yell" murtogg nodded.

You went off with a navy man's coat, little did they know, you were disguised to help captain Jack Sparrow.

Lieutenant Theodore Groves

Groves was busy preparing for his voyage out on the royal navy with commodore Norrington.

However, just as he was about to dock the ship.

He spotted you, shivering, he observed for a moment before approaching you.

"Sir/madam/excuse me, do you need some help" the navy man asked.

"I'm feeling rather cold" you replied.

"Indeed, here, take this, it may help you along your travels" he offered his coat.

"I thank you--" you replied.

"No problem, as we must serve and protect the town of his majesty" Groves looked proud.

You took the coat and smiled before bidding the fine looking man farewell.

"I bid you fare travels sir groves" you smiled.

"Lieutenant, mam/sir/y/n" he corrected.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

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